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imagine being the guy who gets to suck on those magnificent titties and huge nipples!!! he must have stretch marks on his lips!!!!
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imagine being the guy who gets to suck on those magnificent titties and huge nipples!!! he must have stretch marks on his lips!!!!
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Either that or her trophy collection of Armenian goat-skin condoms?!
A lifetime ago a roomate of mine showed me an Armenian or Greek (it was from that area anyway) reusable skin condom that he got somewhere.... was as hard and dry as a friggin' football! you had to soak it in water to soften it up for use!!! Draw-string closure and all! Wasn't thin like a sausage casing- it was bulletproof!!! The poor girl (don't even want to think about the other potential recipients and where!!!) who had to endure having that shoved in her..... omg
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Sweet memories
Your comment, "I always love a nice wet, slick pair of tits" and the attached photo "Never saw that coming" on the "Nipples" thread in Literotica brought back to me something so damned erotic that happened to my wife that I'm sure would have blown you away too.
When we arrived, we were the only visitors to a natural, undeveloped hot pool deep in the forest on the flanks of the Sawtooth range in British Columbia on our way home from a camping trip. Our daughters alseep in the camper, we had been settled up to our necks in the pool, surrounded by snow-laden trees and the swirling steam off the almost unbearably hot water, and feeling amorous. It had been hours since our baby had nursed, and my wife's breasts were swollen with milk. Just as I started to suck a breast, we heard several excited voices approachng us from out of the forest. Through the steam we saw a group of early teenage boys, six of them, coming to the edge of the pool.
Both my wife and I, momentarily abashed, immediately guessed the boys must have seen us through the steam—seen we were naked and seen her suckling me. They paused, towels in hand. One of them (I’d say, 15 years old) said that if we wanted, no problem, they could come back another day. I asked my wife. Looking up at me, she shyly shrugged. Perhaps only eye would have discerned the mischief in her eyes. I invited the boys to join us.
They told us they were on their way home from skiing. Appropriate to the setting and circumstance, they were quiet, introduced themselves, and shyly began undressing. When the first of them got down to his underwear, I surprised myself by how nervous my laugh came out when I pointed out to the boys the obvious, that we were naked and they should feel comfortable stripping off as well, as they had planned to do.
I slipped my wife around to settle into my arms, her back to my chest and her bottom snug against me. The first slope of the tops of her breasts were above the water as I kissed her head and ears. The boys were quiet. I offered them some of the wine from the first of two bottles we had brought. They looked even younger in their eagerness to have some. We talked. Emboldened by the little-boy shyness of the youths, I continued kissing my wife, snuggling her to me. My arms were along hers, so that as the boys and our conversation became more casual, I tightened my embrace little by little. In the guise of an innocent expression of love, I consciously compressed my wife’s breasts with my elbows from underneath, raising them higher. Over her head I saw her nipples emerge from the water. Even coming up from such heat her nipples were erect, the areola dark and wrinkled. With nursing, both by our daughters and me, her nipples had grown longer, the areolas had become so dark they were visible under almost any blouse. I knew she was happy beneath their stares and obvious discomfort, enjoying their innocence, her feeling of control, and safety in my arms.
My wife’s breasts were medium large even before pregnancy and lactation. Now, filled with milk, the skin stretched shiny, I felt an enormous surge of pride in them and of her. I glanced up, to see a couple of the boys staring. It may have been my own emotions, but I imagined I felt a certain tension in the air, an uncharacteristic silence from what should have been a boisterous gang just off the ski slopes.
I don’t know where my boldness came from, but I looked up at them and said, “They’re overfull of milk, our daughter hasn’t nursed in five or six hours.” One of them, the same boy who had said they could come back another day, and who seemed now to be their leader, asked “Where’s your baby?” My wife told them she was asleep in the van with her sister. She astonished me by continuing, saying that and that she "hadn’t gone this long without nursing her and so was too full now."
“Does it hurt?” another boy blurted.
My wife laughed, frustration but relief in her voice at someone having asked her directly. She smiled amd said “Yes!”
I chimed in, explaining that I had been trying to help relieve the pressure when they had appeared. I looked into each of their young faces and let that sink in, wondering what they were thinking. Then, I said with shy pride that sucking some of her milk made her more comfortable. They were now staring at her breasts.
My wife turned her head and looked up at me, her lips close to my chin, giving me a wonderful vista down her steam-shiny face, over her slightly bobbing, gleaming breasts, and down through the water to the just discernible parentheses of her hips and the smudge of dark at the base of her belly.
I looked up and heard myself say to the boys “If you like, come sit near us so we don’t have to talk so loud.”
My wife and I had talked about (yes, at my instigation!) flashing, and even more adventurous exposures to strangers and close friends invited for dinner or breakfast. We’d managed little titillating episodes, like exposing her breasts fully to a male guest while breast feeding. I sensed that this night, warm in my arms and not only relaxing under the stares of our unexpected pool mates, but now answering my gentle, increasingly adoring kisses with little wriggles of her bottom between my thighs and against my now painfully erect cock, that she was in an I’m-up-for-anything mood.
The boys came to sit near us. My wife closed her eyes and lay her head back against my throat. I began to caress her breasts. The boys nearest us turned and openly stared. I motioned them to sit nearer, continuing to beckon them until the one nearest her slightly touched my thigh and had had succeeded in getting one of them to squat in the water directly in front of us.
I kissed my wife’s ear and then, without removing my lips, whispered into it, “Would you mind if they touched your breasts?” She snuggled closer under my chin and gently shook her head.
“My wife says she wouldn’t mind having your hands on her breasts.”
Their touches were at first tentative, skimming lightly. One lifted a breast, lowering his face to be nearer, eyes wide and mouth ajar, staring at the wonder in his hand. When the first boy’s wrist grazed a nipple (it was the boy squatting directly in front of us, his knees now touching my feet), my wife gave a little start, making her breasts tremble, and I saw how her nipples had gone darker and turgid. Her breath now came in little bursts on my chin. One of her little, high-pitched whimpers pierced my ear and she squirmed against me, her bottom insistent.
One of the boys stood, water cascading down his belly and off his cock; it rose rising rampant, the circumcised head red, like a lobster thrust into boiling water. He came around the boy sitting at my wife’s side and stood before us, looking down, his cock now inches from my wife’s from the part in her hair over her forehead. I turned her head and raised her chin. Unintentionally, I had laid her lower lip lightly against the opening cleft in the head of the boy’s cock. His cock jumped, bumping her nose, then settled again, just resting on her lips.
“Open your eyes,” I whispered.
My wife loves to suck. Looking for a moment crosseyed at the angry scarlet-flamed prick so close to her, she then rubbed her nose tentatively across the soft tip. Her gaze went out of focus, her mind I guessed, shifting from sight to the sensations against her nose, lips and tongue. She licked the the dripping mouth, closed her eyes and, breathing deeply, took him all in, in one plunge forward, until her nose flattened to his belly.
In the next little while, as snowflakes began to fall around us, cold on our shoulders amid the swirling steam, my wife gently made love to their grateful, inexperienced penises. She’d always been expert at knowing when I was about to come, and loved the technique of then squeezing with her thumb against the bulging vein just below the glans, until the point-of-no-return had subsided, to begin again, bringing me, sometimes two or three times, to the brink, before letting me explode. After their first times, without exception short and violent, she did that for all six of them.
While she sucked, licked, kissed and caressed an eager youngster's cock, often rubbing it on her face or breasts, the other boys couldn't get enough of exploring her. One more or less successfully sucked on her cunt under water, holding his breath for what was to me a very long time. On their first times a couple of them came in her mouth. After that, clear about the dangers of AIDS, she was more careful. Being the ages they were, until first light turned the white world around us even paler, she was never without three or for hard cocks begging her attention Although we both made it clear that they coudn't penetrate her, I let three of them, one by one, hoist her onto their laps, so that she sat sideways, to each in turn nurse from her breasts for a while.
Instead of letting them come in her mouth again, she jacked them off onto her breasts, accidentally at times getting her pretty face and hair sprayed. I was delighted by three things . . . that she didn’t wash away each load, but was careful to let them accumulate; that the boys were not rough but instead awed, thoughtfully quiet and when they left at dawn, openly grateful and respectful; and that my wife was happy afterward, comfortable and content.
(Yes, I’m a writer by profession. That’s why, in remembering this incident, I got a bit carried away! I'm sure you would have loved to be there.)
Your comment, "I always love a nice wet, slick pair of tits" and the attached photo "Never saw that coming" on the "Nipples" thread in Literotica brought back to me something so damned erotic that happened to my wife that I'm sure would have blown you away too.
When we arrived, we were the only visitors to a natural, undeveloped hot pool deep in the forest on the flanks of the Sawtooth range in British Columbia on our way home from a camping trip. Our daughters alseep in the camper, we had been settled up to our necks in the pool, surrounded by snow-laden trees and the swirling steam off the almost unbearably hot water, and feeling amorous. It had been hours since our baby had nursed, and my wife's breasts were swollen with milk. Just as I started to suck a breast, we heard several excited voices approachng us from out of the forest. Through the steam we saw a group of early teenage boys, six of them, coming to the edge of the pool.
Both my wife and I, momentarily abashed, immediately guessed the boys must have seen us through the steam—seen we were naked and seen her suckling me. They paused, towels in hand. One of them (I’d say, 15 years old) said that if we wanted, no problem, they could come back another day. I asked my wife. Looking up at me, she shyly shrugged. Perhaps only eye would have discerned the mischief in her eyes. I invited the boys to join us.
They told us they were on their way home from skiing. Appropriate to the setting and circumstance, they were quiet, introduced themselves, and shyly began undressing. When the first of them got down to his underwear, I surprised myself by how nervous my laugh came out when I pointed out to the boys the obvious, that we were naked and they should feel comfortable stripping off as well, as they had planned to do.
I slipped my wife around to settle into my arms, her back to my chest and her bottom snug against me. The first slope of the tops of her breasts were above the water as I kissed her head and ears. The boys were quiet. I offered them some of the wine from the first of two bottles we had brought. They looked even younger in their eagerness to have some. We talked. Emboldened by the little-boy shyness of the youths, I continued kissing my wife, snuggling her to me. My arms were along hers, so that as the boys and our conversation became more casual, I tightened my embrace little by little. In the guise of an innocent expression of love, I consciously compressed my wife’s breasts with my elbows from underneath, raising them higher. Over her head I saw her nipples emerge from the water. Even coming up from such heat her nipples were erect, the areola dark and wrinkled. With nursing, both by our daughters and me, her nipples had grown longer, the areolas had become so dark they were visible under almost any blouse. I knew she was happy beneath their stares and obvious discomfort, enjoying their innocence, her feeling of control, and safety in my arms.
My wife’s breasts were medium large even before pregnancy and lactation. Now, filled with milk, the skin stretched shiny, I felt an enormous surge of pride in them and of her. I glanced up, to see a couple of the boys staring. It may have been my own emotions, but I imagined I felt a certain tension in the air, an uncharacteristic silence from what should have been a boisterous gang just off the ski slopes.
I don’t know where my boldness came from, but I looked up at them and said, “They’re overfull of milk, our daughter hasn’t nursed in five or six hours.” One of them, the same boy who had said they could come back another day, and who seemed now to be their leader, asked “Where’s your baby?” My wife told them she was asleep in the van with her sister. She astonished me by continuing, saying that and that she "hadn’t gone this long without nursing her and so was too full now."
“Does it hurt?” another boy blurted.
My wife laughed, frustration but relief in her voice at someone having asked her directly. She smiled amd said “Yes!”
I chimed in, explaining that I had been trying to help relieve the pressure when they had appeared. I looked into each of their young faces and let that sink in, wondering what they were thinking. Then, I said with shy pride that sucking some of her milk made her more comfortable. They were now staring at her breasts.
My wife turned her head and looked up at me, her lips close to my chin, giving me a wonderful vista down her steam-shiny face, over her slightly bobbing, gleaming breasts, and down through the water to the just discernible parentheses of her hips and the smudge of dark at the base of her belly.
I looked up and heard myself say to the boys “If you like, come sit near us so we don’t have to talk so loud.”
My wife and I had talked about (yes, at my instigation!) flashing, and even more adventurous exposures to strangers and close friends invited for dinner or breakfast. We’d managed little titillating episodes, like exposing her breasts fully to a male guest while breast feeding. I sensed that this night, warm in my arms and not only relaxing under the stares of our unexpected pool mates, but now answering my gentle, increasingly adoring kisses with little wriggles of her bottom between my thighs and against my now painfully erect cock, that she was in an I’m-up-for-anything mood.
The boys came to sit near us. My wife closed her eyes and lay her head back against my throat. I began to caress her breasts. The boys nearest us turned and openly stared. I motioned them to sit nearer, continuing to beckon them until the one nearest her slightly touched my thigh and had had succeeded in getting one of them to squat in the water directly in front of us.
I kissed my wife’s ear and then, without removing my lips, whispered into it, “Would you mind if they touched your breasts?” She snuggled closer under my chin and gently shook her head.
“My wife says she wouldn’t mind having your hands on her breasts.”
Their touches were at first tentative, skimming lightly. One lifted a breast, lowering his face to be nearer, eyes wide and mouth ajar, staring at the wonder in his hand. When the first boy’s wrist grazed a nipple (it was the boy squatting directly in front of us, his knees now touching my feet), my wife gave a little start, making her breasts tremble, and I saw how her nipples had gone darker and turgid. Her breath now came in little bursts on my chin. One of her little, high-pitched whimpers pierced my ear and she squirmed against me, her bottom insistent.
One of the boys stood, water cascading down his belly and off his cock; it rose rising rampant, the circumcised head red, like a lobster thrust into boiling water. He came around the boy sitting at my wife’s side and stood before us, looking down, his cock now inches from my wife’s from the part in her hair over her forehead. I turned her head and raised her chin. Unintentionally, I had laid her lower lip lightly against the opening cleft in the head of the boy’s cock. His cock jumped, bumping her nose, then settled again, just resting on her lips.
“Open your eyes,” I whispered.
My wife loves to suck. Looking for a moment crosseyed at the angry scarlet-flamed prick so close to her, she then rubbed her nose tentatively across the soft tip. Her gaze went out of focus, her mind I guessed, shifting from sight to the sensations against her nose, lips and tongue. She licked the the dripping mouth, closed her eyes and, breathing deeply, took him all in, in one plunge forward, until her nose flattened to his belly.
In the next little while, as snowflakes began to fall around us, cold on our shoulders amid the swirling steam, my wife gently made love to their grateful, inexperienced penises. She’d always been expert at knowing when I was about to come, and loved the technique of then squeezing with her thumb against the bulging vein just below the glans, until the point-of-no-return had subsided, to begin again, bringing me, sometimes two or three times, to the brink, before letting me explode. After their first times, without exception short and violent, she did that for all six of them.
While she sucked, licked, kissed and caressed an eager youngster's cock, often rubbing it on her face or breasts, the other boys couldn't get enough of exploring her. One more or less successfully sucked on her cunt under water, holding his breath for what was to me a very long time. On their first times a couple of them came in her mouth. After that, clear about the dangers of AIDS, she was more careful. Being the ages they were, until first light turned the white world around us even paler, she was never without three or for hard cocks begging her attention Although we both made it clear that they coudn't penetrate her, I let three of them, one by one, hoist her onto their laps, so that she sat sideways, to each in turn nurse from her breasts for a while.
Instead of letting them come in her mouth again, she jacked them off onto her breasts, accidentally at times getting her pretty face and hair sprayed. I was delighted by three things . . . that she didn’t wash away each load, but was careful to let them accumulate; that the boys were not rough but instead awed, thoughtfully quiet and when they left at dawn, openly grateful and respectful; and that my wife was happy afterward, comfortable and content.
(Yes, I’m a writer by profession. That’s why, in remembering this incident, I got a bit carried away! I'm sure you would have loved to be there.)
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I found this surfing and wanted to share
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WHAT AN EROTIC WOMAN!!! Thank you! (Looking closely at her face, especially those full lips and bone structure, I suspect that she has some Negro blood there, probably German and Italian too. no? What a mixture!)
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This is indeed...
A hot naughty experience. Was very enjoyable reading it (again!)
A hot naughty experience. Was very enjoyable reading it (again!)
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OMG, nathan122, you've got the same taste as I do!
OMG, nathan122, you've got the same taste as I do!
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you got me .....LOL
well I guess us LOSERS cant spell...LMAO....I didnt get the song right either!!
I guess it just makes the point....LOL
well I guess us LOSERS cant spell...LMAO....I didnt get the song right either!!
I guess it just makes the point....LOL
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wow!!!
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Susan, you post great ones. I remember pretty early in this thread you posted one of a younger girl with long blonde hair and puffy nips and lips...unfortunately that pic no longer is up, but it was amazing!
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