AmazinSex

Awesome Sex Stories
2005-01-05 20:07:07 (UTC)

By The Pool Side

The story below is a alot longer but to cut it short i took
alot off to get to the good parts

"Hi, Ethan. I made lemonade. Would you like some?" she said.

She walked to the table by the lawn chair and set the
glasses and the lotion down. Her huge breasts bounced with
every step. Her entire body was a deep bronze color.

"Sure," Ethan said. He walked slowly to the table, trying
not to stare at her chest. His thing was already hard in
his shorts.

Mrs. Thorn was smiling. He took a deep drink of lemonade
and coughed.

"Pretty strong?" Mrs. Thorn said.

Ethan wiped his mouth. "What's in this?"

"I put a shot of whisky in it. Do you like it?"

Ethan coughed again. "Whisky?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. You probably never had whisky," Mrs.
Thorn said. She took the glass and wiped his chin. "Are you
ok?"

Ethan nodded. "Fine."

"Good."

She took a long drink of lemonade. While her head was
tilted back, Ethan stared at her chest. The tiny pieces of
pink fabric barely covered her nipples and the strings cut
into her soft flesh. His penis twitched and grew harder. It
had to be pushing out the front of his shorts, but he
didn't care.

Mrs. Thorn set her glass down. Her eyes glanced down to his
shorts.

"Would you do me a favor?" she said.

"Sure."

She handed him the bottle of cocoa butter lotion. "Would
you put lotion on my back?"

Without waiting for an answer, she straddled the reclining
lawn chair and lay down on her belly. Ethan's eyes opened
wide. The strip of pink fabric on the back of the bikini
bottom disappeared between the cheeks of her butt.

"Go ahead," she said, her head turned to the side to look
up at him. "Don't take too long. I burn easily. My skin is
delicate, you know."

Ethan's hands trembled. He couldn't take his eyes off her
butt. He never saw anything that looked so good in his
life. He swallowed hard and sat down on the edge of the
lawn chair. His knee touched her bare hip. He tried to pull
away, but she moved her legs so she was touching him again.

"Don't skimp on the lotion, honey. Make sure you use
plenty," Mrs. Thorn said. She rested her chin on her folded
hands.

Ethan uncapped the lotion and squirted it into his palm.
His hands shook. His erection strained to get out of his
shorts. His hands hovered a few inches over her shoulders.
Mrs. Thorn had a small smile on her lips, but he couldn't
tell if her eyes were open or closed through the dark
glasses. He swallowed hard and touched her shoulder.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," Mrs. Thorn said.

Ethan's eyes rolled back in his head. Her skin was soft and
warm. His hand moved slowly in a circular pattern over her
shoulder, smearing the lotion. Her skin became slick and
shiny. He squirted more lotion on her other shoulder and
rubbed it in. He squirted some on the small of her back and
spread it on her skin, running his hands over the gentle
curve of her waist.

"Lower," Mrs. Thorn said.

Ethan moved his hands down her back until his fingers
grazed the top of the bikini bottom. He groaned and shifted
uncomfortably on the edge of the lawn chair.

"Lower, Ethan," Mrs. Thorn said. "You don't want me to
sunburn my ass, do you?"

Ethan stared at her butt. The round cheeks seemed to be
waiting for him. He squirmed, dying to take his thing out
of his shorts and rub it.

"No, ma'am," he said.

He squirted a blob of lotion on each cheek and smeared it
around, his hand barely touching her skin. Her hips rocked
slowly and her butt rose to meet his hand.

"Now get my front side," Mrs. Thorn said, and rolled
over. "Start with my legs."

Ethan's hands were not shaking as much, but he was sweating
and his heart was pounding. He squirted the lotion up her
near leg in a line from her ankle to the middle of her
thigh. He started at her ankle and moved up.

"That's good, Ethan." Her legs spread a bit. He could see a
few wispy hairs poking out from under the thin, pink strip
of fabric. She put her hand on his and moved it to the
inside of her thigh. "Don't forget to get down in here."

She moved his hand way up her leg. His fingers pressed
against her warm crotch. She moaned softly, moved his hand
down, then back up, moaning again. Her hips arched off the
chair.

"Are you thirsty?" she said. She let go of his hand and sat
up to take a drink of lemonade.

Ethan snatched his hand back and pressed both over his lap,
keeping his legs squeezed together.

"Yeah," he said. He swallowed and his throat was dry.

She handed him his glass. As he tilted it back to drink,
Mrs. Thorn removed her bikini top and lay back, stretching
her arms over her head. Ethan coughed and sputtered,
spilling lemonade down his chin to his bare chest.

"Could you do my front side really good? My husband likes
it when I don't have any tan lines," she said.

Ethan could not move. The condensation from the glass
dripped on his leg, but he could not take his eyes off her
chest. She wiggled her butt in the chair and they jiggled.
The pink nipples at the tips were hard points.

Ethan put down the glass and picked up the bottle of
lotion. He held it out, but hesitated. Should he put his
hands right on them, or should he start on her belly? Would
she be mad if he touched them? He started on her belly,
just to be safe, but stared at her chest. He rubbed the
lotion in small circles over her belly button. Her butt
wiggled and she made soft moaning noises.

"Let me help," she said, and reached for the bottle of
lotion.

She held it upside down and let the white lotion dribble on
her chest. The drops landed with a splat. Ethan's mouth
fell open. She closed the cap and set the bottle on the
table.

"Now spread that around for me, honey," she said.

Ethan looked at his hands. She wanted him to put them on
her chest. He held them out over each breast, closed his
eyes and lowered them.

"Oh yes, Ethan," she said.

He groaned. They were so soft. He rubbed his hands lightly
over them, then squeezed. He groaned again and shifted
uncomfortably.

Mrs. Thorn's hand touched his knee. Ethan froze except for
his hands. Her fingers moved slowly up his leg to the
bottom edge of his shorts. He was sure she would stop
there, but she didn't. Her hand moved over the front of his
shorts, right over his hard thing.

"My goodness, Ethan. You've certainly grown up big and
strong," she said.

Ethan's eyes rolled shut. Her hand moved back and forth
along his thing, squeezing. Her hand felt good, much better
than when he did it, just like Pam said. Then her hand was
gone. Mrs. Thorn sat up.

"Would you like more lemonade?" she said.

Ethan started to speak but had no voice and cleared his
throat.

"Yes ma'am" he said.

She picked up the two empty glasses and started toward the
house.

"Come on inside with me, honey." She opened the sliding
glass door. He was still sitting on the edge of the lawn
chair, his hands over his lap. She looked over the tops of
her sunglasses. "What are you waiting for?"

Ethan stalled as long as he could. He stood up slowly, his
hands covering the front of his shorts. His penis shifted
on its own and popped out of the inner part of the swim
trunks. It pushed outward against his hands, hanging out
the leg of his shorts. He walked toward her stiffly and
could feel cool air blowing on the tip.

"Move your hands, Ethan," Mrs. Thorn said. "Don't hide it,
hon. A tool like that is something to be proud of."

Ethan slowly lowered his hands. Mrs. Thorn smiled.

"There you go."

She went inside. He followed and closed the door. She
refilled both glasses with a pitcher of lemonade, opened a
bottle of brown stuff with a black label, and poured a bit
into each glass. She stirred his with her finger, licked
her finger, and handed him the glass.

"Try that."

Ethan took a sip and coughed. It burned his throat.

"Too strong? Let me fix that for you, dear," Mrs. Thorn
said. She took his glass, raised it to her lips and tilted
her head back. The lemonade spilled over her cheeks and
chin, down on her bare breasts, and all the way down her
legs to the floor. Ethan's mouth fell open.

Mrs. Thorn let out a big, refreshed sigh and set the glass
down. She leaned back against the counter with her hands on
the edge. Her eyes looked down at the front of his shorts.

"Show it to me, Ethan."

"Wh-What?"

She pointed to his groin. "I want to see what you got in
them trunks, son."

Ethan's breath caught in his throat.

"Don't be nervous, now. Just show it to me."

Ethan's hands were shaking. He tried to think of what he
should do, but his mind was a blank. He hooked his thumbs
over the elastic band at the waist.

"Just take them all the way off. It'll be easier that way,"
she said.
Her fingers teased her nipple.

Ethan hesitated. "What will be easier?"

"Fucking. You do want to fuck me, don't you? Because,
honey, I can't wait to get that tool up my slot."

Her hand slipped down into the tiny bikini bottoms. Her
legs spread. Ethan couldn't tell what she was doing there.
He just watched the way her fingers moved under the thin
fabric. He pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out.

Mrs. Thorn sighed and her eyes widened.

"Oh, sugar, you are all man. Don't let anyone tell you
different. Now bring that tool over here for me."

He walked toward her across the kitchen, his wet, bare feet
slapping on the linoleum floor. His penis was so hard it
ached, and it swung in front of him with every step like
some misshapen appendage.

Mrs. Thorn held out her hand and let his thing glide into
it. Ethan flinched. She closed her fingers around it and
stroked slowly.

"Good Lord, Ethan. You're going to make a lot of girls
happy with this, let me tell you."

"Happy how?"

Mrs. Thorn looked confused. "Have you never done this, son?"

"No, ma'am," Ethan said. He didn't want to admit he had no
idea what she was talking about.

Mrs. Thorn chuckled as she took off the bikini bottoms.

"I guess we're both in for a special treat today."

She set her feet apart, put her hand on her crotch and
spread herself open. Ethan stared between her legs. She had
a small patch of curly hair down there, and a moist, pink
area between her fingers. Was that what Pam meant by a
pussy?

"Bring it here, Ethan," she said. Her voice was low and
hoarse.

He took a step closer. She put her hand around his thing,
raised it and pointed the tip at the tiny, pink area
between her legs. She pulled. He moved closer. She put one
hand on his shoulder and hooked one leg around his hip. The
end of his thing touched that pink area. He gasped. It was
warm and wet. Part of it sunk into her.

"Now push, hon. Just push slow," she said.

Ethan pushed with his hips. The flared end of his penis
disappeared inside her. They both groaned at the same time.
He pushed again. Mrs. Thorn squealed and bit her lower lip.
Her eyes were squeezed shut.

"Oh sweet Jesus," she said.

This was what Pam was trying to tell him. A girl's pussy
was warm and wet and tight and smothered his penis. She
never could have explained how good it felt. He only could
have found out by doing it like this.

Ethan put a hand on each of Mrs. Thorn's hips and pushed
himself forward. Her body seemed to resist him, but when he
squeezed her hips and pulled her toward him, his penis
slowly sunk deeper.

"Oh God ... Oh God, Ethan," Mrs. Thorn cried. She hugged
him tightly to her body. Her chin rested on his shoulder
and she moaned in his ear. She ran her hands down to his
lower back.

"That's deep enough. Fuck me now, sweetie. You know how to
do it," she whispered in his ear.

Ethan was still for a few seconds, panting, trying to sort
out everything that was happening. His thing felt like it
was going to explode. He could not think how to describe
being enveloped by
the warmth and wetness of her body. Her long legs were
wrapped around him, her big, soft breasts were pressed flat
against his chest, and her hands were running over his back
and butt.

He moved his hips back, then forward.

"That's it. That's it. Just like that," Mrs. Thorn said
with a soft moan.

Ethan closed his eyes. His hips moved faster, as if on
their own. Mrs. Thorn squeezed his butt.

"Slow down, Ethan," she said. "Don't rush it, hon. Take
your time."

Ethan took a few seconds to catch his breath. Her hips
moved in his hands. He moved his own hips slowly, just like
before, out a little bit, then back in.

"Yes. Yes, I knew you'd be good at this," Mrs. Thorn
whispered. Her lips brushed his earlobe.

Ethan pumped his hips again, pushing himself as deep into
her as he could. Mrs. Thorn rocked her hips at the same
speed. Her moaning got louder.

"Oh Ethan ... Oh Ethan, you're gonna make me cum," she said.

He didn't understand what she meant. He didn't want to stop
to find out. Something was happening inside him, the same
thing that happened when he rubbed his thing with his hand,
only this time it was much better. Mrs. Thorn was
screaming. Her body thrust against him in convulsions. Her
arms and legs clamped around his body. Her pussy tightened
around his thing, and he exploded.

He threw his head back. His thing throbbed painfully. His
knees got weak and he put his hand on the edge of the
counter to hold himself up. Mrs. Thorn's screams became
weak moans, and her body became limp. Her head rolled back.
He wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her up.

"Mrs. Thorn? Mrs. Thorn?" he said.

She raised her head, looked both ways, and smiled.

"Good God, Ethan." She put both hands on his cheeks and
kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth.

Ethan froze. Her tongue felt slimy and weird, but it
stirred a feeling deep in his stomach. He squeezed her
breast. Her back arched. He was still hard inside her and
began moving his hips again. Mrs. Thorn raised her head and
gasped, staring into his eyes with her mouth open. Her
lipstick was smeared.

Her hips rocked with his, slowly at first, then faster. She
closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her moans were high
pitched squeaks. She laid her head on his shoulder, and it
was happening again. Her body jerked in his hands and his
thing was spasming. He grunted and thrust himself forward
with every spasm. Mrs. Thorn gasped over and over.

As the spasming stopped, his pushing stopped. Mrs. Thorn
was panting in his ear. He was breathing hard, too, and
their sweaty bodies were glued together.

She brushed her hand through his hair, wiping the sweat
from his forehead.

"You liked that, didn't you, dear?" she said.

"Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Thorn frowned. "Ethan, hon, never call a lady ma'am.
It makes her feel old. A lady doesn't like to feel old."

"No, I guess not." He started moving his hips again. His
thing was sliding in and out of her body.

Mrs. Thorn pushed against his shoulder. "Enough, Ethan.
Enough, please. My poor body can't take it one more time."

"Sorry," he said, and stopped. His hands moved up to her
breasts and squeezed.

Mrs. Thorn smiled. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes
seemed to sparkle.

"That was pretty good dear, especially your first time and
all."

"Thanks."

She paused. "You can take it out now."

"Oh. Right."

Ethan stepped back. His penis slipped slowly from Mrs.
Thorn's body with a wet sucking sound. The head dropped
free. Mrs. Thorn groaned. She put her hands on the edge of
the counter and her arms strained. A flood of white fluid
gushed from her tiny pink slit and ran down both legs. Mrs.
Thorn looked down, holding her legs apart.

"My God, did you cum. I swear I never seen so much," she
said.

Ethan staggered backward and dropped into a chair at the
dining table. His thing stood up from his lap, drooping
slightly to the left. That white stuff dripped from the
end. Mrs. Thorn had that stuff inside her.

She chuckled and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I hope you don't get me pregnant. How would I explain that
to my husband?"

Ethan sat upright. He forgot about Mr. Thorn. What if he
came home and saw him doing this with his wife? He'd be
dead.

"I have to get home," Ethan said. He bent down and grabbed
his shorts.




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