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family FriendI have never been attracted to young women and I have to say I cannot understand why so many men seem to like ‘teens.’ To me they are giggly underdeveloped c***dren. Me? I like somebody fully formed with a level of experience. Mid 20s is usually as young as I would consider….I have lived alone for so long and have got to an age where my friends have grown old and mostly their c***dren, and in particular their daughters, are now also grown up women in the their late 20s and early 30s…. and whilst I have known some of these ladies since they were young c***dren….. I cannot help but be attracted to them as beautiful grown up ladies.I am a man, I notice. But I am also decent and would not dream of touching any of my friends’ daughters…..There is one though. She has flitted in and out of relationships all her life. She was a precocious teenager and difficult c***d for her parents but she always loved visiting me and my wife. When my wife unfortunately left this planet, she continued coming to see me…usually when she had argued with her mum or dad or both, or argued/split up with whoever her current lover was. Because we had known each other so long we have an easy relationship. She would quite often stay over if she had drunk too much or use my bath/shower if she wanted to take her time and not be hassled by her mum to hurry as there were others in her house…. and because we had such an easy relationship she would comfortably wander round my home in a towel or underwear, never totally naked but often far too revealing for what most people would have thought of as innocent. And because I had seen her in all manner of dress and undress I could see what a beauty she was. And because I had had no partner, and had not for many years, I started to fantasise about her. Always an idyllic scene, usually a soft focus sensual setting with long kisses and sweat free exertions. She was nearly 30 so I never felt anything too out of place. No different to the many other women I have fantasised over the years about. And I have to confess I had particularly erotic dreams about this lady’s mother. But I assure you I never ever touched her or even tried to persuade her to become an adulterous with me. I believe in the sanctity of the marriage vows.Something happened about a week ago, i trust you’ll keep it to yourself.She flounced in as usual, asking if she could use my shower. She often didthis, and it brought a ray of sunlight into my usually grey day life. I was watching the game on TV and I said it was fine by me, she knew where everything was. She disappeared for a while and I settled back to watch the second half. When I saw her next the game was over and I had started watching an inane game show, she was just in a towel, far too small to be modest, tied at the top in a way only women manage. If I try to tie my towel like that it falls off in seconds. But the towel was too small and when she moved I could see virtually everything, without actually being able to see anything.and of course being so small the size only just covered her treasures. I tried not to notice while keeping my eyes on her noticing.There was no doubt she was gorgeous and that night, after she left I vowed to spend a while dreaming about what pleasures we could experience together. I would certainly need to imagine an exotic fantasy and relieve myself…‘What are you watchin’?’‘.Just some rubbish that requires no effort’‘oh goody, I love brainless TV, just about my level, can I watch with you?’ she said, but it wasn’t really a question because she had flopped onto the sofa next to me and she cuddled in the familiar way she had done a thousand times before, ever since she was a c***d begging me to read her a story. Only now she was a fully grown woman dressed in far too little and the cuddle was having an effect.Oon all those previous occasions she had never been quite so close to being naked. And as she cuddled into me with her legs curled up under her and her arm around me the towel gapped open somewhat and whilst I couldn’t actually see her breast or other parts, it was only a centimetre şişli escort or so from being all on show. I could feel an uncomfortable movement in my trousers that woud be difficult to explain if she noticed.I’m nearly 30 and I love him. Not like in love with the man you might want to marry but in love like, he has always been there for me, always kind, always a friend, always welcoming, always supportive, always charming. I feel a proper deep rooted affection for this lovely man… and it has to be said he was always and remains attractive. Whatever sex appeal is, he has it. All the women said so in the past, even when Iwas a c***d he was the one that they talked about and they still do. Even my mum secretly admitted to me that if he had have ever tried it on with her, and she had often hoped he might, then she was sure that she would have surrendered herself. Her husband, his best friend, my dad would understand. What a thing to admit to your own young and impressionable daughter. But all the girls knew what she meant, he has something.And the other women all occasionally said similar but they all knew he was faithful to his own wife and after she left, he seemed even less available. He was polite and flirtatious but off limits.But I think lately he has become a little sadder and it breaks my heart to see him so lonely. I love to find any excuse to pop round and chat. I love the way he looks at me, as a man properly looks at a woman he desires, when he thinks I can’t see him. I even wander round in my undies just to cheer him up, and I love watching telly with him, cuddled up close. Like we used to, but now a little more intimately with me squeezing him and him stroking my shoulder or neck.What’s wrong with that?To cheer him up a bit I got some proper see through panties and bra which I only wear in front of him. He doesn’t know I only wear display myself like this for him, but it’s true. I try to make sure he can have a good look whilst I pretend to be distracted doing something else like texting or doing my nails. And he does have a good look, and he is clearly interested.But to be honest I felt it was time to make himproperly happy. I know he is attracted to me but I think he feels some sort of foolish sense of loyalty to the c***d I was 25 years ago, or loyalty to his best friend, who is actually a less good friend than he actually realised… but that story will be told on another occasion (or not depending on how the mood takes your author!).And I didn’t just want to make him happy out of pity, it was out of love and also he was extremely good looking for his age, or for any age come to that. And I prefer an older man in the bedroom department because they know how to please a woman better, usually.So I came round tonight, showered quickly, and found the smallest towel that would just fit round and went to cuddle him. Tonight has to be special.He let his arm snake round her shoulders and stroked her gently as he had often done before. And she purred.She looked up at me and spoke. I couldn’t quite be certain what she was saying was true or whether she was teasing, but I soon found out. She reminded me she would be 30 at her next birthday that she was fully grown, could make her own decisions and had her own identity. Sometimes she said she had to do what she felt was best for her and hoped I would support her.I had no idea what she was on about but I soon found out. She told me that I was her favourite man and that she loved me dearly and I joked that it sounded like she was softening me up for a loan or a divorce. But she chastised me for mocking me. So I apologised.There was something she had been meaning to do for a long while but hadn’t had the courage to see through and she wanted me to promise that I would back her endeavour. And as usual I said whatever she chose to do was fine with me….. and with that she wriggled free from the cuddle and straddled me on the sofa. So her legs were either side of mine and she was face on to me…. I hope you have the picture.The towel was not totally open from the bit she had tied but that was of little şişli escort bayan consequence because the two ends were miles apart revealing her all, and not wanting any obstructions she undid it quickly and through the whole thing to one side…This was unexpected, she was completely naked and clearly inviting me to have my way with her….. I wasn’t sure if this was morally the right thing for me to do. Surely her crotch was well positioned to feel the sexual excitement between my legs clearly my friend down their had no doubt what needed to be done.I just knew he would hesitate, why couldn’t he just grab me and have his way? I had so wanted him to overpower me, after all I had made myself totally available it was hardly like I was unwilling.He could hesitate all he wanted, I wanted him right now and I was dammed sure I was going to seize the moment myself! I didn’t wait….I was thinking but she didn’t wait….I leaned forward and placed my lips on his, my mouth open my tongue licking at his lips, to my relief he immediately responded as required. Our tongues played together and we sucked and licked and we giggled too. We agreed this part of our new relationship had best be kept our secret. Not because we were ashamed but other may not like it.She stuck her tongue in my mouth, what chance did I have. I was stiff as a bean pole, hadn’t had a woman in ages, and she was gorgeous and willing, more than willing. Sitting on top of me, naked.I wanted him out of his clothes, I was naked so should he be. I jumped off and tried to undo his belt. It looks so easy in the porn films doesn’t it? The buckle was stubborn and I couldn’t manage it, he had to help, but I did the button and the zip and his shoes, socks and pulled down his trousers and Y front style under pants.He was stiff.She pulled down my trousers and the relief of being free of them was immense, I was standing fully to attention, like a soldier on parade and she was clearly inspecting the goods.I expected him to be much bigger, he is such a big character so naturally i expected an over sized appendage. It wasn’t that I was bothered about the size, it was an OK size and even an elegant penis, but I had always imagined it bigger. I do fantasise about men sometimes you know, girls do, it’s allowed. But we tend to be less clinical than men, or so I imagine.He still had his shirt on but I wanted to touch his penis immediately. I had wanted to touch it for years.So I did.OMG, she has wasted no time and taken hold of my penis, and is rubbing it. She clearly is very experienced. I like what she is doing immensely. I mustn’t come too soon. I will have to ask her about the more intimate parts of her life and how she knows how to stroke a man quite so well.OMG! Now she’s leaning forward and her mouth is….Just watching him, his evident pleasure at just the touch of my hand. I don’t usually do oral unless I really have to, I find it a bit uncomfortable, even though I love the feel of a man’s tongue between my legs, reciprocation isn’t always on the menu. But now, I have such deep rooted feelings for this man, that I have known all my life, I will make an exception…….. her mouth has fully enveloped the head of my stiff friend and she is taking it further in. OMG, it is an overwhelming sensation, there are thousands of volts of pleasurable electricity exploding through my body. And her head is now bobbing up and down she is working hard just to give me maximum pleasure.I couldn’t help myself, I put my hands on the back of her head and at the next stroke down as she took me into her mouth I pushed her further. I have to to impale her mouth, in that one movement on the back of her head pressing down and my hips also thrusting up, I am choking her and she splutters and gags, but I keep pushing down with my hands and up with my hips.Oh my! I never expected this. I thought I was in control of him but he is trying to deep throat me. I want it to be good for him, I am going to try. I know if you have a sensitive gag reflex it may not be possible but I really care for him and he is lonely so what the hell is mecidiyeköy escort bayan a little discomfort. But I do need to breathe….She is choking, I release her. I realise this may not be right and start to apologise but even whilst gasping for air she urges me to try harder, she tells me she isn’t that experienced with oral, but she wants me to (sorry for some bad language but this is exactly what she said)…. she wants me to ‘fuck my mouth as hard and deep as you like and we are both able to manage together.’I cannot believe what I am hearingI cannot believe what I just said to him.I have seen enough porn to know what to do, even though I haven’t ever done it myself. On the sofa I flip her over on her back and get her head to droop over the edge. I sort of crouch in front of her face, get her hands onto my backside and tell her not to let go under any circumstances. And she opens her mouth.I put my tongue on my lower lip and feel the tip of his dick at my lips.I start to slide in. Her head at the perfect angle. I am going to take advantage of her offer; I may never get another opportunity. I keep going, much deeper into her mouth than I have been in any woman’s mouth before, not to quickly but firmly. And as I get deeper I feel her nails clutch the cheeks of my backside.It must be uncomfortable for her. But I keep goingI start to see a bulge in her throat. I am that far in.He is in my throat, I can’t actually breath or gag or anything. It is the most awful feeling I have ever had, and the most exquisite one too. I love him taking full advantage of my submission, I hate the fact I can’t breathe, I want him to pull out soon, but not too soon.I am in as far as I can get, I can see the outline of my dick in her throat, it is the most beautiful experience I have ever had save for when the priest declared me and my wife married. I left myself in there for as long as I thought she would cope without panicking. I knew I was effectively strangling her and withdrew in good time. She coughed and wretched and gasped for air…. ‘are you alright’ I asked, ‘I am sorry if it hurt.’He is such an idiot he is apologising again for taking advantage of what I freely offered, ‘do it again, deeper and harder if you want.’ That will teach him to be a wimp. It is slightly horrible but I want him to be happy. ‘If you don’t you like my mouth and throat then we can play ludo instead!’And he told me it was the best thing he had ever felt and he drove in again, I tilted my head a bit to try and allow deeper access and heaven knows how hard my nails dug in to his bum as he managed, I‘m sure, to get the whole of his penis into my mouth. I knew it was that deep because I felt his balls on my forehead. And then he started to (sorry again for the bad language) fuck my mouth vigorously. It didn’t take long before he did what no other man had ever done to me, he exploded is cum into my mouth. I really didn’t like the taste at all. I don’t mind the idea of it, but the taste is pretty horrible.I didn’t really want to cum in her mouth but it has been ages since I have been with a woman and it all came to a head, so to speak in a sudden blissful rush. I withdrew and looked at her lying back naked with a mouth full of my semen.Even though the taste is repugnant I have seen porn, I know what is required of me. He is watching me and I keep my mouth open as I sit up and let him see his man juice in my mouth. I roll it around a bit, make eyes at him, and then slowly close my mouth, resist the urge to spit it out, and swallow.She’s like a porn queen. She has opened her mouth to show it’s all down in her tummy and she is smiling.I tell her I am sorry. What for she says. For not making love to you properly I tell her. I had so wanted to caress every centimetre of her body using my fingers and tongue. I wanted to hear her moan and gasp as I touched and played with her intimate parts. I told her how I wanted to get between her legs and love her properly as a man and woman should.He’s such a pillock, but I do love him. He is apologising after he has honoured my mouth with his juice. I was overwhelmed with pride and satisfaction that I could do that for him. I love him, but like all men he is stupid. We have loads of time, I will surely get him excited again and then I will demand he pleasures me to the full. I just need to let him get his breath back.
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