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Titfuck with Melissa

I met a woman through the Internet dating site the other week called Melissa - she was very nice, blonde, early 40s, bit of a free-spirit and divorced for about five years.  We got on well, saw each other a few times and although I don’t see it going much further, we had a nice time.  Even better, she fancied me, she was always horny and she had great tits!

On our fourth date, we’d been into town and hit the bars and both of us got a little bit tipsy.  We went back to her flat and I couldn’t take my eyes off her - she was wearing a knee-length skirt and a tight blouse that showed everything in the most perfect way possible.  The merrier I got, the more her tits mesmerised me, even the way they moved when she breathed - it was like they were trying to escape her bra.

As she brought in a glass of wine for me, she noticed my gaze, smiled and put the drink down.

“Do you think I have nice tits?” she asked.

“Absolutely, they’re terrific.”

She began rubbing her right breast gently. "You know, sometimes, if I’m in the right mood, I can make myself cum just by playing with them. I cum even harder if someone else is doing the playing.”

That was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I started to rub her left tit, brushing my fingertips along the line of her bra and heard her sigh as I slid a finger into the neckline of her blouse.  Some of the buttons came undone, allowing me easy access and I sought her nipple, massaging it through her bra it hardened under my finger. She began to squirm slightly.

“It’d be better if you could see them,” she said and pulled her top over her head. She undid the clasps on her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were full, with nice, largish nipples and she rubbed them, pushing them together until her cleavage was nothing more than a tight crack. She leaned forward, her hands on my shoulders, until my face was inches away from her skin. She pushed me backwards on the sofa, until I was lying down and gently swayed her magnificent tits against my face. I reached for her arse, but she firmly put my hands on the sides of her tits.

“No, let’s just keep this simple. I can’t do anything tonight, but let’s get each other off.”

I admit, I was disappointed but it was better than nothing. I started kneading her tits and squeezing her nipples, craning my neck so that I could kiss her warm skin. I sucked a nipple into my mouth and she moaned - this tit play was really getting her hot, the flush of colour across her chest and throat telling me that. I cupped her boobs, mouthing one nipple and teasing the other with my fingers. She moved against me, pushing her tits into my face until my nose and mouth were covered. I grabbed as much of that heaving flesh as I could and squeezed them together. Her nipples were right next to one another and I managed to get them both into my mouth at the same time. She gave a little squeal, which rapidly turned into a series of pants and moans as I sucked and chewed. Within seconds her knees were shaking and her full weight fell onto me, my tongue playing her nipples hard. She came, all of a sudden and writhed against me as I continued my assault on her breasts.

By now my cock was rock hard and as she lifted herself up slowly, she looked at my crotch.

“That was incredible, Pete,” she said, “let me return the favour.”

She slid down until her face was level with my crotch and unbuckled my belt, then pulled my trousers down.  She slid her hand into my boxers and pulled my cock out, rubbing it gently and I watched, in delightful agony, her fingers glide up and down my shaft. Pulling my trousers and boxers down and off she smiled and leaned forward slightly so that the tip of my cock was rubbing softly against her lips as she wanked me. She continued this for a few minutes, one hand softly massaging my balls. Then she used what nature had given her. She shifted closer until her tits were resting on my thighs then rubbed the head of my cock over them. She teased me with her nipples, pushing my cock against them, rubbing it all over the large mounds and in the valley of her cleavage, coating her skin with pre-cum. Then she slid my cock between her tits and, with both hands, wrapped them around me until I could only see the head poking from the top of her cleavage. She held them tight and began to squeeze her nipples between her fingers as hard as she could.

"Now let’s see if I can make myself cum again, before you come all over these, okay?”

I didn’t need telling twice and started to pound my cock between her tits as she squeezed them.  The friction was unbelievable and, combined with the view and the fact I knew she was getting off, made it one of the horniest tit-fucks I’d ever experienced.  I thrust as hard and fast as I could.  She dropped her head, my cock banging her chin as she started moaning.  The sensation of my balls brushing her skin, the feel of her tits in my hands, the pace and movement of my cock were getting to me, pushing me closer to the edge.

“I’m there,” she gasped, “cum on my tits, cum on them.”

I thrust harder, feeling the pressure building up in my balls. "Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

“Yes,” she gasped, “do it now!”

The cum exploded out of my cock, shooting across her cleavage and face. She moved her head and took the second blast into her mouth, then swirled her tongue around the head of my cock each time it came within range. Her own orgasm overtook her as she pulled her nipples hard, almost screaming in her pleasure. The cum dripped of her face as I carried on fucking her tits, until I couldn’t go on any more. She smiled at me, rubbing my cum into her skin.

“Wow,” she said, “that was incredible.”

“I’ve never had anything like that before,” I said, stroking her tits gently and pulling lightly on her nipples.  “We’ve got to do that again!”

“We will,” she said and stood up.  She smiled at me, put her hand under her left breast and lifted it up so that she could tongue the nipple and mop up some of my cum.  That view, in itself, was enough to get me going again…

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My new fuckbuddy Rachel

There’s a woman in my life, called Rachel and in the ‘talk of the day’, she’s my fuck buddy.  We’ve  known one another for ages, though our friendship went on the backburner whilst I was married and now we’re there for each other.

We didn’t realise this until two things happened.  One, I told her about my blog and two, we were invited down to stay with friends of hers in Bristol for the weekend.  We had a good time, a great time in fact and I think her friends might have realised before we did that she and I were more than just chums.

That was also the weekend when I finally realised just how fucking beautiful her feet were - it was hot, she was wearing flip-flops a lot, I was in Heaven.

On the Saturday night we had a take-away and it wasn’t a bad evening, made better by Rachel’s bare leg brushing against mine under the table. Occasionally she would slip her bare foot out of her flip flops and run her toes across my ankle and foot.

Afterwards, we sat in the lounge with the patio doors open. We were sitting in armchairs, next to one another and Rachel put her legs across my lap. "Would you mind massaging my feet, Morg?” she asked, “they ache a bit.”

Slowly, I started to rub her feet. They were incredibly soft and my erection was almost instantaneous.

Starting at her heels, I rubbed to her arches - and worked them for a while - then settled on the balls of her feet and her sexy little toes taking each one between my fingers, massaging them thoroughly.

As the evening wore on, people started heading off to bed. The last to leave were Rachel’s friends, who both gave us sly looks as they said goodnights.

"Lick them," Rachel purred the moment our hosts were out of earshot.  I pressed her feet together, lifted them slightly and slowly ran my tongue over the tips of her toes.

"Mmmmm, that feels good," she whispered softly.

Separating them, I held her right foot in my hand, first sucking on her big toe and working my way over to her smallest. Coming back the other way, I concentrated my licking to the underside of each toe. She let out a gasp as I gently raked my teeth the length of her second toe.

”God, I’m getting fucking hot.”  She pressed her right foot onto my hard on, stroking my cock with her toes, while I licked and kissed her left foot. An almost violent shiver went through her body as I sucked and licked all of her toes at once.

"Your turn," she said and gently pushed me back against the arm, then ran her foot down my body until both feet were sitting on my crotch.

"Unzip your shorts," she said and once I had, she fished my cock out of my shorts with her feet. It took her a few attempts - wonderful teasing - before she managed it. Once it was out, she pressed it to my belly with one foot, stroking it with the other.

“I need some lube,” she said and, mesmerised, I watched her pull her right foot to her own mouth and coat her foot, toes and soles, with saliva. My cock twitched as she put her spit slick foot back on it.

“You like that?” she asked and soaked her other foot, then wrapped them both around my stiff cock and started to stroke up and down, with a slow and steady motion. The combination of Rachel wanking me off with her feet and watching her play with her nipples through her t-shirt had me close to the edge in no time. Sensing this, she said, “Bollocks, my feet are getting dry again. Want me to soak them again?”

I did - the view was fantastic - and didn’t - we had a good rhythm going - but the view won out and so I nodded my head in agreement.

She laughed. “This is what makes all the pain at Yoga and Pilates worth it.”

It was an incredible sight and I watched every single second of it, barely daring to breathe. She shifted her body slightly, almost sitting up and without removing her feet, leaned over and slid my cock into her mouth. Grabbing her ankles, she stroked her feet up and down, whilst still flicking her tongue over the head of my cock and up and down the shaft. She could control the speed, the intensity and everything else and it was incredible. I just wished we were elsewhere, so I could make some noise!

“I’m coming,” I warned but she didn’t move and then I was cumming, trying desperately to be quiet, my whole body rocking with the force of my orgasm.

Rachel looked as if she was trying to swallow everything, but then started to let some of my spunk seep out from between her lips and onto her toes and down her feet. When I was finished, she raised her feet to her mouth and licked them clean.

“That was fucking amazing,” I told her.

“Too right, matey, so what now?” She finished licking my cum from her toes. “Your bedroom or mine?”