Dear Dirty Diary – part 1

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Dear Dirty Diary – part 1Dear Dirty DiaryI turned forty-seven in December and for the first time in my life, felt a need to record my most personal thoughts and actions. My husband told me it would put everything into perspective and pointed out that someday when I’m old and gray, I’ll have these memories to cherish. Of late, I have been hopelessly preoccupied with matters of the heart. In particular, urges of a sexual nature have bordered on becoming an obsession. I’ll be the first to admit that my desire had waned since I had my c***dren, but they’re gone off to university now so I’m free once more to enjoy the more physical side of loving. I’m afraid some of the romps I’ve indulged myself in lately have been way out of character for me, but I’m sure this has just been a temporary fit of lust and my hunger will lessen as I mature.I just pray that my husband understands my changing desires, now that my maternal phase has lessened. I know he’s been disappointed so many times in the past but I just couldn’t change from a doting mother into a sex-crazed slut when my k**s were in adjacent bedrooms, with their ears to the walls. So my New Year’s resolution is to seek out and find a new sexual identity for myself. To make sure that I don’t falter in my quest for the unique and lustful loving I crave, I hereby promise to record the details of every exciting sexual encounter I have as long as I am able.______________________Dear Dirty Diary,Brassy trumpets, thumping drums and crashing cymbals increasingly trespassed into the soundtrack of my most lushly sensual daydream. The brassy confusion of marching bands obliterated the wind’s delicate whispering through tall birch trees as well as the plaintive honks of the Canada Geese. My shimmering memory of the sparkling green water of Lake Ontario was shattered. I tried my best to blot out the racket and return to my daydream. My hand searched for comfort between my legs and to my delight, my fingertips found warm wetness seeping from my little well. In my mind I returned 26 years, to erotic thoughts of the 28 year old, auburn haired young man who swept me off my feet. He just drove into my life that summer day I was at work. He operated a mobile car cleanup business out of a small trailer, towed by the camper-converted delivery van he apparently lived in. Every few weeks he’d come back to the car dealership where I worked. He’d detail a few cars then wander off to the other car lots in the area.When winter came, he struck a deal to rent space in our service department with my boss and worked the winter through, cleaning our cars. The following spring, he asked me out for a drink after work one Friday and I accepted. Doug was unlike anyone else I’d ever dated, always a gentleman and never pushing himself upon me. By the middle of summer I knew he was something special and when he invited me to go to Sandbanks Provincial Park for a swim one Saturday, I through caution to the wind, grabbed my bathing suit, a beach towel and took off with this unusual man I knew little about.After watching the most beautiful sunset I’d ever seen go down between the sand dunes, he asked if needed to be home that night. When I shook my head “NO,” he made a campfire and we talked endlessly, well into the night. At ten he said it was quiet time in the park. He invited me back into his gypsy caravan then opened the folding door behind the front seats. Illuminated by a light fixture under a kitchen cabinet, I looked over the paneled walls, kitchen cabinets, closets and drawers as he made up the bed!He showed me the portable toilet inside the clothes closet, grabbed his pajamas from one drawer and something for me to wear from another. Doug stepped back into the cab then closed the folding door so we could change in privacy. Briefly wondering to whom they might have belonged to, I changed quickly into the pink baby doll pajamas and then slipped in between the sheets of his bed. After a few moments Doug returned, wearing just his pajama bottoms. He brushed his teeth and then slipped into bed beside me.We kissed good night but when I felt his fingertips trace across my midriff, I pursed my lips and craned my neck over for another kiss. As our lips locked, I felt his cool fingertips tickle up under my breast. They traced up my side, across my chest then spiraled around and around my nipple like a phonograph needle then spiraled back out to my sides again. It felt quite nice through the sheer nylon of my top so I lifted it up to my neck to offer my bare breasts to him. He ended his kiss, looked down at my girls in the moonlight and told me they were absolutely gorgeous!Doug sat up in bed really close to me, reached over once more with both hands and then began simultaneous spirals in opposite rotations. Tickling along my bare skin with both of his middle fingertips felt even nicer, especially when he squeezed and lifted up gently on my swelling nipples! After three repeats of his tickle-torture, his fingertips continued their slow twirls up and down the sides of my rib cage. Passing over the waistband of my big loose fitting panties, his tickling swirls crept down my underbelly then crept together down both sides of my pubic mound. Every tiny hair on my body was standing on end and goose bumps grew outrageously on my aureoles!Observing my excitement, Doug’s lips found mine once more for one extended lavish French kiss then swooped down to my uncomfortably erect nipples. His warm mouth and swirling tongue soothed them appreciably but his drawing suck as he finished each one off set my heart into pitty-patters once more. Then, Gypsy Man kissed me every three inches down my chest. When his kisses reached my belly button, his fingers hooked the waistband of my panties and dragged them smoothly down to my hips. As his kisses continued down my under belly, he tugged the panties down further and further then suddenly I felt something hot and wet invade my pussy! He swirled his hot tongue up and down my slit, licking deliciously around my clitoris then slathering back down into my vulva time and time again!By the time he pulled my panties off, I’d completely surrendered to his advances. He pushed a pillow under my bum, crawled over between my trembling spread legs. I looked down, saw his purple-knob, fully erect penis advance toward my anxious pussy and then Brassy Trumpets, Thumping Drums and Crashing Cymbals trespassed once more as my eyes unwillingly adjusted to the familiar realities of our bedroom. My bleary eyes read 10:30 on the alarm clock as I questioned the reason for that horrible racket coming from downstairs. The acrid aroma of burning bacon and frying eggs assailed my nostrils as gruff-sounding men bantered with authority and conviction. Occasionally more band music, the roar of crowds and shrieking whistles added to the complexity of the din. Suddenly a feeling of revulsion swept over me as I realized that today was New Year’s Day and I had been trying, with fantasies of the past, to drown out the football pre-game warm up shows! Disappointment immediately rushed through me as one loving image of intimate togetherness after another fell like dominoes in my heart. The bliss of my daydream seemed so distant now as I contemplated the onslaught of this most forsaken of all days.Forty-seven years of contempt for the manly pastimes of football, baseball, basketball and hockey suddenly erupted in my mind as it raced through so many memories of painful indifference from my father, my brothers, my husband and now, even my son. All the men in my life had indeed forsaken me for the lure of televised sports events. I read once that I was, by no means alone in my frustration. Some men get so caught up by the v******e of these contests that they tend to mistake their women for combatants. Thankfully, Doug controls his blood lust perfectly and has never hurt me. Eventually, I gained control of my seething emotions and decided that all my pent-up passion could be channeled into better use. It was the first day of a brand new year and my mind was now in a whirl. The k**s had gone to friends’ houses for the football parties and Doug, for once, hadn’t invited any of his cronies over for a party. We’d be alone, at least for the better part of the day. My excitement began to rise as I contemplated the day. This, I thought would be the perfect day to rekindle the love that had been dwindling for such a long time.After twenty-three years of marriage, I thought it was high time to try something adventurous and daring. Many fantasies passed through my head as I organized a game plan of my own, hoping to entice that easily distracted husband of mine away from his football and into my bed. Determined to lure Doug into my wicked little web, I had to devise a sure fire attention getter. I remembered a sexy video I saw at my neighbor Louise’s when she hosted a hen party. In spite of my embarrassment, I did notice that most of the women in the movie had a shaved pubis. That, I was sure he couldn’t miss noticing. The more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed. It surely would spark renewed interest, for a while, at least. I knew the hair would certainly grow back, so I set to work shaving of all my pussy hair. With a mirror between my legs and a lot of patience, I managed to shave myself clean and nick free with Doug’s little side-burn trimmer.I took a nice long shower to freshen up and maybe got a little carried away with washing my pussy. I was amused how effortlessly my soap bar slipped between the lips of my vulva without that tangle of pubic hair in the way. In making sure that it was perfectly clean and sweet smelling, somehow my soap bar became lodged up inside my vagina for a while. Lots of hot water sprayed up in there with my hand-held shower head as well as some naughty thoughts about being caught in this predicament, eventually foamed it up enough to squeeze it out with some fancy vulva contractions. I meticulously rinsed my entire body with the shower’s spray nozzle. It sent shivers up my abdomen whenever the hot spray tingled against my bare pubes.After I vigorously toweled myself dry, I was impressed at the pink blush of my skin. When I blew dry my hair, my towel became unwrapped, falling to the floor. My nipples stiffened with the sudden rush of cool air. Gazing at my naked image in my full-length mirror, I took stock of myself. My skin was still clear and taut. My legs were still firm and shapely. My bottom and belly were fuller and rounder than I wished but my breasts were still lovely. They certainly had sagged and spread a bit over the years and breast-feeding had greatly enlarged my nipples but they still looked great.Gently cupping my breasts, I remembered how good breast-feeding my babies used to feel, particularly with Jeremy. When he was really hungry, he would suckle so intensely I would become aroused. I always felt so deliciously perverted when his suckling brought on that persistent tingle at the base of my clitoris. I remember fondly, wearing loose nylon panties that would ride up and chafe my vulva as I rocked back and forth in my rocking chair. The sensations would sometimes get so stimulating; I could work myself up into an orgasm. I remember Doug commenting on how big my nipples were becoming. If only he had known!I opened my lingerie drawers and tried on a variety of outfits. The red and black bustier made me look a fat slut. The black lacy teddy made my skin look pale and a T-shirt just wouldn’t do. Doug always liked silky things, so I chose a wispy pink nylon camisole with a frilly plunging neckline, my black nylon stockings and a billowy, oversize pair of pink stretchy nylon briefs that I had snipped the cotton gusset liner out of to heighten my sensitivity. After donning dangling silver earrings and my pearl necklace, I discreetly sprayed a musk perfume on my neck, between my breasts and down my abdomen. A touch of makeup and I was set. I eyed myself carefully in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. I was sure Doug would be so taken kocaeli escort with my radiant sexuality that he might satisfy the ache that had been torturing me for so long.I practiced my most alluring looks in the mirror, took a deep breath to gain my composure then strutted toward the family room. By the time I got to the den, I was so excited I began to quiver. My head was spinning, my nipples were so erect they hurt and my vagina had already started to moisten. Doug was already into the games on the television, flipping channels with the remote. My giddiness quickly subsided, however. He hadn’t even noticed the grand entrance I worked so hard at!Gathering my wits, I sexily sat on the arm of his chair and made a production of crossing my legs. I teasingly tugged up and adjusted my nylons to no avail. His attention was firmly fixed on the screen. I bent over, purposely dangling my breasts out over the bodice of my camisole and passionately licked at his ear. It must have been a crucial play in the game, for he jerked his head away and muttered something about the referees. Taken aback, I thought for a few seconds, and then blurted out, “Doug, I’ve got a great surprise for you. Don’t you want to see it?” Without even a glance, he said in an annoyed tone, ” Sure, sure, just wait till half time and I’ll be right there.”Suddenly, all sound in the room was replaced by a terrible ringing in my ears. My eyes welled up with tears as I swear I heard the sound of my heart breaking. Wobbly in remorse, I slunk back into the comfort of my bedroom. “What in hell is wrong with him?” I sobbed, staring at myself in the mirror. I needed his touch so much right then and he had his nose stuck in that damned football game. After a few more bitter tears, I realized that I was quite capable of giving myself an even better time without him. I wiped away my tears, blew my nose and regained my composure. I gave myself a most seductive glance in the mirrored closet doors at the foot of our bed, and then settled back for some fun. I reached over to my night table and lit one of the scented glass jar candles I always keep in the bedroom. I stared at the flickering flame for a few seconds, and then put it back on the table. I spread open the low cut lacy bodice, bearing my shoulders and well rounded breasts and began to caress them. With my forefinger tips, I tickled circles around the aureoles of my nipples. They both gradually stiffened and grew erect. I grasped both of my teats at their base, and then squeezed them so intensely that their swollen tips turned white. Seeking that deep sensuous pain, I deliberately stretched my nipples out as far as my contorted breasts would allow. Coordinating my pulls with each deep breath, I stretched my breasts unmercifully a few more times. As soon as I released my grip on my nipples, my teats quickly turned dark pink as the blood rushed back into them. By then, Doug said he was supposedly brandishing an awesome erection and felt the deep gnawing of lust as he watched me pleasure myself.I suddenly began to quiver in anticipation of what I had seen done in Louise’s adult movie. I picked up the candle I had lit earlier and gazed hypnotized at the flame. I swirled the glass and found myself smiling slyly at the molten wax. I knew from experience that the melted wax wasn’t nearly as hot as it appeared. I was sure it wouldn’t burn me, just give me an incredible thrill. I leaned back slightly, lifted up my left breast with my left hand, and then purposely tipped the candle, spilling molten red wax all over my nipple. I gasped softly as both of my nipples swelled erect and wrinkled. By the time I caught my breath, the wax had hardened all over my stiff left teat. Quickly, I lifted my right breast up, and then gave it the same treatment. As soon as that wax hardened, I sat up in bed and craving more, something I’d not seen done before. I spread my legs and sat bowlegged, pulled down the front of my panties and stretched out the waistband as far as it would go. I blew out the candle and with one quick action, poured the remainder of the wax down my pubes. I moaned out loud as the molten stream of wax coursed down my swollen clitoris and into the folds of my labia. “Now that’s foreplay!” I whispered to myself, heart pounding and breathless.Eager to admire the artistry of my labors, I slid down to the foot of the bed to get a closer look in the mirrored closet doors. I saw my sparkling eyes aglow and my skin rosy with color. Both of my nipples were completely caked with solidified teardrops of red paraffin. Here and there, small streams ran down the undersides of my breasts. With great curiosity, I peeled down the front of my panties. The sight of crimson rivulets cascading down my pubes and into my labia took my breath away. Suddenly, a revelation came to me. I, Laura, realized for the first time, that I could be sexually aroused at the very image of my own body! Indeed, anyone as sexy and self reliant as me didn’t necessarily need anyone else to have a perfectly fine time.The wax peeled off easily and left behind only a faint rosy glow on my skin. As I pulled the last of the wax off my clit, I swore I heard the floor creak by the bedroom door. My eyes darted into the mirror and immediately saw the door was now slightly ajar. My cheeks blushed bright red when I picked up the sound of Doug’s breathing. Gathering my wits upon realizing I’d been caught playing with myself, I felt my heart sink for the second time that day. Quickly however, it came to me that if he had been more attentive, this never would have happened. I decided at that point that he might pay better attention if I really taught him a lesson.I tugged up my panties and began to rummage through Doug’s night table, producing the immense double-headed dildo he had given me as well as a hand-held corded vibrator. I gathered up my implements of pleasure plus a tube of KY jelly and rolled back onto the bed. I propped myself up so I could watch him as well as myself in the mirrors then turned the vibrator on low speed. I slowly and sensually ran the humming vibrator down the front of my panties to my pussy.I methodically rubbed the vibrator’s head up and down the crotch of my panties. When I felt the lips of my vulva spread apart, I flicked the switch to high and moved the oscillating head in circles. My pussy soon began producing slurping sounds as I pressed harder and harder. Suddenly, the slurping stopped as the rounded rubber head of the vibrator sank into me. I moaned vocally for Doug’s benefit, to show him how much I enjoyed the erotic irritation of the wet nylon pushing through my vulva, into my vagina. After a few minutes of this bliss, but not yet ready for an orgasm, I pulled out the vibrator’s head for a peek at myself down in the mirror. Through the frothy and transparent, pussy juice-soaked crotch of my panties, I could see right up into the crimson cave of my vagina! Greatly turned on by this reflected image, I slid my right hand under my waistband and felt down inside my panties to my hot, moist pussy. I gently peeled the wet nylon out of my pussy, then shoved in two fingers and began to practice some finger moisturizing techniques. I was quire taken with the smoothness of my bald pubes and by the lack of those painful little tugs on matted pubic hairs that would normally lessen my fun.Suddenly, a revelation swept over me. I had forgotten about punishing him and had become completely absorbed in pleasuring myself. I was holding no thought of my husband in my mind and was in fact, completely captivated in watching my own eroticism in the mirror. My mind wandered further back to the origin of my new-found cravings. I recalled those adult videos Louise showed us condo girls at her hen party. It seemed to me that in the first movie, all the action centered around women, showing pained expressions, pretending to enjoy hairy men’s huge penises shoved in their bums. The men never showed love or emotion, only uncaring lust as they pummeled the women relentlessly with their penises, invariably showering their faces, hair and breasts with semen at the climax. I recalled Louise introducing the second movie. She mentioned it was her favorite because it would show us all what fun we were probably missing. In that film, all of the women were cool, calm and seductively smiling. They were impeccably dressed in the most exquisite costumes and lingerie. Some sported pierced and gold-chained nipples and clits, which their female lovers tugged at most erotically. They kissed mouths and pussies wetly and passionately, teased nipples and clits lovingly and ferociously stretched their hairless pussies with incredible dildos. They really appeared to be totally enjoying their bodies, even when being tortured with hot candle wax!With all of these provocative images swirling in my head, I realized from the slurping of my four busy fingers that my vulva had become very relaxed and abundantly creamy with my pussy juice. Curious at how he was reacting to my little games, I once again focused on Doug. His attention, however, was waning. I guess my fingering myself inside my underwear wasn’t nearly as exciting for him. I could see him kneading his erection but his expression was pained. I was sure he would come in any second and have me but when a distant roar came from the crowd at the football game, he turned and walked away.Sure I had lost him again to his television, I decided to finish what I had begun. I picked up and began to admire the dildo he bought for me nineteen years ago. A wicked smile came to my face as I studied it. It was about nine inches long and tapered in girth from one head to the other. The smaller head and shaft were the same size as Doug’s penis. The other end, however, was as thick as my wrist, curved, vein covered and had a huge bulbous head. Jeremy was a big baby and Doug somehow got the idea that I would be stretched so loose that he would no longer be able to fill me so the fool got me this to keep me happy. In fact, I was given episiotomies to ease his birth, then for some unknown reason, was sewed up even smaller than before. “Douglas” had visited a few times in the past but for many years, I was still too tender to even consider “The Great Gnarly.”I dribbled a liberal amount of KY jelly along my bumpy friend and spread it lovingly with my fingers. Feeling optimistic and daring, I worked the slippery lubricant in right up to The Great Gnarly’s head. I pulled away the damp crotch of my panties, baring my pussy. I twirled the small end of the dildo against my labia, applied a little pressure then swooned softly, as it slowly sunk into my vagina. I pumped my dildo in and out a few times, and then began to roughly rotate it around in circles. This exercise completely relaxed the muscles of my vulva. Clutching my mighty little friend with both hands, I resumed my pumping, pushing deeper with each stroke. After a while, I glanced down into the mirror doors again and I witnessed myself, smiling smugly back, with only His Greatness’s head left protruding out of my bald, full pussy. I attempted to watch myself massage my clitoris and cum, but yet another stupid, optimistic wave of desire, for the husband that bought me this wonderful toy, swept over me.I carefully devised, another sure-fire plan to pump up his ardor. I rolled out of bed and stood up. On a crazy impulse, I pulled my dildo about half way out, then stretched the tight lacy top band of one stocking over The Gnarly’s protruding head, snuggling it against my inner thigh. I started to walk to the door but stopped, trembling and weak-kneed after several steps. With each stride, the dildo flailed back and forth in my vagina with slurping, staggering effects. I peeled down my stocking top, releasing the dildo, and then tucked it back into my panties instead. I of course, made a mental note to try something like that again sometime, then tickled my nipples proudly erect and took a deep breath. A few short steps down the hall, I found him escort kocaeli in the bathroom, brushing his teeth! His hair was combed. He was immaculately shaved and smelled of freshly applied cologne. I coyly reminded him that I had something to show him. I pulled down my panties and said, “Look, I gave myself a bikini trim and found this penis hiding in all that hair!” Doug just about crapped when he saw that huge penis dangling down between my legs.We both started giggling, then he lamented, “All these years and never noticing you were a hermaphrodite sure says I’m not a very observant husband, am I?” Swatting my dildo back and forth, he said, “I guess I’d better do something about this growth of yours.” I took his hand and lead him back to our bedroom.Shortly after we flopped onto the bed, he passionately kissed my lips. I opened my mouth slightly, inviting his tongue to come play. Our slippery tongues frolicked together in our mouths, darting back and forth. I sucked his tongue playfully whenever it ventured into my mouth and he responded by tickling the roof of my mouth with the tip of his tongue. Doug eventually moved his attention to my earlobes. He tenderly sucked and licked them, causing the hair at the nape of my neck to stand up and make me shiver with delight. He kissed his way down my neck, lifted off my camisole and hungrily suckled my nipples. I finally felt secure with him beside me and I focused on the blue morning sky outside my window.My tender nipples soon became pained with his sucking, so I dug in my heels and lifted my hips. Sensing my intentions, He obligingly pulled down my panties. I watched my husband intently as he studied the dildo protruding from my bald pussy. Doug slowly stroked the dildo in and out curious to see how tightly it fitted in me. Concerned at how easily my huge friend slid back and forth through my vulva, he asked, “Now how will I ever satisfy you after you’ve been playing with this?”I replied, “Oh Doug, you know exactly how to fill me up, so just do me.” I felt my husband extract my dildo and saw him in the mirror, staring at the gaping pink tunnel that was my dilated vulva. On a whim, I guess, he thrust his tongue as deeply as he could into me and licked furiously. I squealed with delight at this unexpected little treat.After a few moments of licking and sucking my labia, he rose up to mount me. “No, on your side!” I insisted.He maneuvered onto his side, facing my left side. I lifted and bent my left leg at the knee, then rested my foot on his left outer thigh. He pushed, I wiggled and his penis slid right in. I felt him stroke in and out as I dreamily relaxed. When I clasped my hands behind my head, I felt him suckle my left teat with great care and passion. After a few moments of this delicious double pleasure, my vulva again grew very wet and relaxed. Doug made a great show of licking his left index finger as I anxiously looked on. He slipped his hand between us and under my bottom, then carefully traced his slippery finger in between his penis and the folds of my labia. On each outward stroke, he pulled his penis out slightly, inserted his finger and swirled it about in me for a second. Removing his finger, he thrust in his penis again. He repeated the technique a few times, but each time got a little slower withdrawing his finger. After a few more strokes, he just left his finger in too! My pussy slurped loudly as I felt him wiggle his finger back and forth between my vulva and his penis.As my vulva relaxed further, I whispered, “Fill me up please.” I excitedly watched him lick my pussy juice off his finger, and then thoroughly wet his thumb in his mouth. In one gentle motion, I felt his thumb slide into my juicy pussy, right below my clit. I arched my back and moaned, for real, when I felt his thumb massage back and forth inside my vulva. The combined girth of his penis and thumb made me feel gloriously stuffed, but after a while, he lamented that his gentle stroking just wasn’t enough to make him ejaculate. He pulled out his thumb, grabbed my hand vibrator, flicked it on and held it against the shaft of his penis and my clit. After only a few more strokes, He succumbed to the incredible sensations and I felt his hot semen spurt again and again deep inside my vagina. I took the vibrator from him and continued buzzing my clit because I was so close, but in a matter of seconds, his stupid penis shriveled up and slid out. Not nearly ready to be left in this state, I anxiously pleaded, “Muck me Douglas and don’t you dare fall asleep on me!” Obligingly, he swirled his fingertips in the semen seeping from me and I felt again, the luscious thrust of his four slippery fingers splitting me open and filling me up. He wedged his hand in as deeply as it could go, spreading me to the max, then preceded to massage my strained clitoris with his thumb. However, I soon felt his pace slow and I caught his eyelids growing heavy. When he unknowingly kept rubbing the very tip of my clit, I got so jumpy I had to make him give it a rest.My momentum lost, I contemplated my predicament. I could finish myself off but I feared doing that might not satisfy that ache I still had deep inside of me. I went to the bathroom to pee, douche and clean myself up. When I came out of the bathroom, wouldn’t you know it, I heard the roar of the crowd come back on the television. I found myself wondering what Louise, who had filled my head with these crazy notions, might do in a situation like this. I slipped my gooey briefs back on to continually remind me how frustrating this day had been and donned a flirty little rayon house dress. I told Doug, who indeed, was totally engrossed in football, that I was going next door to Louise’s.———————————————————–I knocked on Louise’ s door and was greeted with a warm, cheery smile. She served Irish crème coffee and some of those delightful little Sweet Escapes chocolates. Louise immediately sensed my dilemma and offered a caring shoulder to cry on. At ease now, I confessed my sexual frustrations at length to my concerned new friend. I candidly described my sexual obsessions like she was my own personal analyst. I even confided how comfortable I’d become with my personal sexuality. When I mentioned how much I enjoyed her girly video, Louise’s interest grew keener. She told me she had a couple more of those tapes and offered to play them for me. With Doug so engrossed in stupid football, I gladly agreed. “Just give me a minute to find them and make yourself more comfy,” Louise called out.A few minutes later, she emerged from her room wearing black silk lounging pajamas and carrying a small sports bag. She removed a tape and inserted it in her VCR. “There’s plenty of room for both of us here on the sofa,” Louise beckoned, as she positioned herself at one end of the couch.I watched in awe as the beautiful actresses in the Andrew Blake video writhed and pleasured each other. Absent mindedly, I began to tease my nipple through the wispy bodice of my house dress. Occasionally, I would glance over at Louise and each time would find her looking back and smiling radiantly. Occasionally I wondered if Louise, rather than watching the movie, was studying me. I swore she was scanning my voluptuous body the whole time.After about twenty minutes, she suddenly cried out, “Oh damn, I’ve got a cramp in my leg, just let me stretch out for a while.”I pulled my legs up to give my hostess some room. As I did this, my skirt rode up, giving her an unobstructed view of my lacy pink panties. When Louise stretched out further, the tip of her toe came to rest as softly as a landing butterfly against my crotch. I cast a glance at Louise, who now was intently watching the screen. I decided to ignore this, figuring she just didn’t realize where her foot was resting. After a few minutes of this gentle touching, she turned to me and asked, “Are you liking things so far?” Sure she was referring to the movie, I smilingly replied, “Oh yes I’m just loving it.”Almost imperceptibly at first, I felt Louise’s big toe press steadily harder against my pussy. Already excited by the movie, I felt myself begin to moisten. After a few more minutes of her ever-increasing pressure and fearing that she might soon penetrate me, I decided to do something about this situation that was getting so out of hand. I reached down and touched her foot. She certainly interpreted that the wrong way, for she began to wriggle and grind her big toe into the wet crotch of my panties. Almost immediately, my confused body betrayed my dwindling inhibitions. My pussy slurped audibly as she stirred up the juices held in by my panties. I saw my hand push away Louise’s foot, but only to pull my gooey panties aside. I gently spat on my fingers, and then moistened the tip of Louise’s big toe with my saliva. My heart pounded as she pushed her toe and in it popped! She poked her toe in and out and around in circles. It felt like a big headed acrobatic penis thrashing about inside me.I caught myself, for the first time ever begin to survey another woman for her sexual attributes. I slowly scanned up the leg that was giving me such immense pleasure. My eyes caught sight of a small glistening patch on the crotch of Louise’s silky black pants. Feeling obligated to return the favor I stretched out my leg and began to toe her pussy back. She gasped in pleasant surprise that I was joining in so readily. When the girls in the movie turned their attention to dildos, I felt that ache deep inside of me begin to return. I sighed, “It’s my husband’s fault I crave being filled up like them. He’s got this phobia that I’ve never been satisfied with his smallish penis.”I explained, as our toes played, that he heard a ridiculous rumor, when we were first dating, that I had a long affair with a married man who was hung like a horse. Throughout our entire married life he’d been trying to outdo my first lover. Then, I couldn’t believe I admitted to her, that by improving the muscle tone of my vulva, I’d really begun to enjoy how Doug shoves his thumb in too, when we had intercourse.“Oh my, all this pussy talk has gotten me quite moist and I’ve gotten the toe of your nylon all wet with my sap,” Louise sighed as she peeled down my stockings. She remarked, “Do you have any idea how much fun can be had with these and a little ingenuity?” “They feel so good against one’s skin,” she sighed again.She tugged my house dress off over my head and snugly wound one end of my gossamer stocking around my pendulous breast and tied it in a bow. She d****d the stocking up across the back of my neck, dropped it down, and then cinched it tightly with a bow around my other breast. After admiring her tit-torture bra, Louise delicately drew the other wispy stocking across my bulging breasts. My nipples swelled so stiffly erect, I feared they would soon burst. Next, she slipped her hand into my stocking, and then pulled it up her arm. She teased my pulsing teats between her fingers with the creamy-wet toe of my nylon. I grimaced a bit when Louise squeezed and stretched my teats. She asked if they were always tender, so I had to tell her they’d been through a lot today, but might enjoy a little torturing at a later date. Louise carefully undid the bows she’d tied in my other stocking and freed my sensitive boobies, then had me slouch down on the sofa and lift my hips. She pulled my panties down around my ankles, and then had me lie on my side, with knees spread wide apart. She softly d****d a stocking across my pussy, and then stretched it taut between her hands. She drew the silky nylon back and forth, like a violin bow, causing my labia to spread indecently. She then sawed the taut hosiery between the wet folds of my labia with abrasive, silky ecstasy. “Enough teasing!” I whimpered, ” I need a fill-up right now.” She told me she had just the recipe for me and went to the kitchen. As I twiddled my fingers about in my pussy to stay excited, I heard the fridge door open and close, water running kocaeli escort bayan in the sink, the microwave humming for a few moments, then the clatter of dishes. “Just keep your motor running for a few more minutes,” she called out as she scooted into her bedroom. After a few short minutes, Louise, dressed only in sheer black pantyhose, carrying a tray into the living room. As she placed the tray on the coffee table, I found myself admiring her petite little body. She was a fine featured, pixie-like woman with short, tapered black hair, had sparkling dark eyes with tiny little crow’s feet at their corners and a caring smile. Her slim, almost boyish figure was accentuated only by the nipples on her pert little breasts and her dark triangle of pubic hair peeking through her pantyhose. Aware of my stares, Louise cupped her firm little breasts then teased her nipples.”Pretty small compared to yours, but check these out,” she said, smiling.Her dark pink areoles surrounded immense pink teats that had grown the size of ripe raspberries. As I scanned down her flat belly, I couldn’t help but notice a small gold chain curled up between her mound of pubic hair and her pantyhose. Louise smiled provocatively when I asked her about it. “I’ll show you,” she said, reaching for her reading glasses on the end table. She pulled the small cord from the arms of her glasses. Then she slid her hand down inside the front of her pantyhose and retrieved the mysterious gold chain. She pulled back the tiny vinyl-retaining clip at one end of her glasses cord to form a loop. I watched in wonderment when she positioned the loop onto her erect left teat, then cinched the clip tight. She then threaded the opposite end of her cord through a clip on the mystery chain, and then snared her right teat firmly with that loop. “Pull my string and I’ll follow you anywhere!” Louise taunted. The other end of the gold chain, she explained, was attached to her clit by a tiny glass nipple bulb. “It feels best when you tug where they come together,” she coached. I obliged and gently pulled as she requested. Her bulging nipples stretched incredibly as I pulled out on the cord and she moaned in sheer ecstasy whenever I pulled up as well. “Just come on up and give me a tug anytime,” Louise cooed.Now what about you?” she asked, composing herself. “Is Madame ready for this sumptuous treat I have prepared?”Louise joked in her best snooty French accent. I eyed the platter and found only two extra-large carrots and a jar of mayonnaise. Closer inspection revealed that she had rounded off the pointed tips and dug out the stems at the big ends. I’m sure I blushed like crazy when I suddenly realized they weren’t for meant for eating. Louise sat down beside me on the couch and plucked the larger carrot from the platter. She dipped it fully into the mayo, and then thoroughly spread the salad dressing over the entire carrot. I must have looked apprehensive when she glanced at me. “Its just food, Laura. “If it’s good enough to eat, it’s good enough to fuck!” she assured.Louise smeared the excess mayo on her fingers into my labia. I heard myself sigh when she pushed that carrot into my vulva and I heard myself moan when I felt her shove that whole carrot deep into my vagina. After a few minutes of stroking me delirious, Louise suddenly announced, “And now Madame, for your pleasure, please witness a feat of extraordinary muscle control!”She peeled her pantyhose down around her thighs, and then dipped the other carrot in mayonnaise. Louise positioned the tapered tip of her carrot up against her vulva, and then cradled the big end down against the crotch of her pantyhose. She pulled her pantyhose back up snugly, stretching them tightly over the protruding carrot. “Presto Magnifico” she called out, then vigorously undulated her hips to and fro. Slowly, but surely, the tension of her tightly stretched pantyhose drove the carrot deeper and deeper through her relaxed vulva, into her vagina.”Neat parlor trick!” I applauded. When I asked her how she developed such wonderful muscle control, she replied, “Self preservation.” She confided in me that Marc, her ex-husband could be kind of rough so she had to find a way to relax herself quickly so he wouldn’t hurt so much. We sat facing each other, with legs spread apart. We returned to slow and caring stroking and rotating each other’s carrot in complete bliss. Because the tension from the pantyhose she was still wearing kept pushing her carrot back in, I mostly amused myself by just pulling it out, then watching it slide back into her. Eventually I tired of this a bit and pointed out that there wasn’t much room on the sofa to do much else. “Perhaps then, Madame would prefer to lead me to my boudoir,” Louise suggested. With carrots still protruding from our pussies, I lead her pulled her steadily along by her nipples cord and clit chain. Once comfortably on her bed, I felt strangely driven to suck deeply on Louise’s hugely swollen nipples. I released the clips from her teats and squeezed the sucker’s little rubber bulb to release the sucker from her clit. Recalling what I enjoyed Doug doing to me, I carefully closed my teeth on the base of her erect teat and then pulled gently. I asked her if she could feel a tingling sensation in her clitoris when I did that. She replied, “If I concentrate hard enough, I can feel a vague sensation, something like butterflies in my stomach, but at the base of my clit.” After discussing that, it occurred to me to ask Louise if she too, ever became aroused while breast-feeding. With a wistful look, she quietly explained that she was barren and could never have c***dren. “Marc left me because I couldn’t give him a son,” she confided in me. Then she lamented, “He’d come home from drinking with some foolish notion that I couldn’t conceive because he wasn’t fucking me hard enough to get his sperm into my uterus.” “In a drunken stupor, he’d screw me so savagely, I wouldn’t be able to walk for hours,” she recalled. “He woke up one morning after and caught me massaging my sore pussy and went ballistic, saying I couldn’t conceive because I was always playing with myself, then stormed out and left me,” Louise tearfully confided.I hugged her tightly against my breast like a c***d and tenderly kissed her head. I told her, “You poor thing, men just don’t know anything, do they?””Women are so much nicer in every way,” replied Louise, nestling her cheek against my soft breast. “Every way!” she repeated, turning her head and kissing my nipple.I had Louise lay back against her pillow, then again suckled her bloated nipple. Pausing to tickle her other teat, I pointed out that a man could never understand how comforting breast-feeding could be. I also remarked upon how nice it was to not feel a bristly, stubbly chin rasp across the soft skin of my breasts, as Louise lovingly took her turn suckling my nipple again. “Men always squash the breath out of you when they’re on top of you!” Louise returned as I maneuvered around to face her pussy.”And men can’t begin to carry on a conversation while they’re having sex!” I replied as I pulled off her pantyhose and extracted the carrot from her pussy. When I painstakingly licked the mayo from her gaping vulva, Louise replied, “And only women truly know how to satisfy another woman.” “And men certainly never know what hurts!” Louise panted, undulating her hips rhythmically as I ferociously licked the underside of her swollen clit.”And what feels really, really good!” Louise stammered, shuddering in the throes of orgasm.”And how they never seem to know what feels really good when it hurts!” I added, hoping to whet her curiosity further, now that she was beginning to calm down from her climax.For reasons I could never hope to explain, I heard myself plead out loud, “Would you please pretend that you’re my gynecologist?” I’ve got this ache so deep inside of me and I’m sure you’re the one who can relieve it!” Somewhat confused by my request Louise said, “Let me get this straight, you want me to give you an internal examination, like a gynecologist, just to scratch your itch?” I felt so perverted as I explained the fantasies I conjure up whenever my doctor examines me. “Well’ I certainly don’t have any stirrups her on my bed, so what will we do about that?” she queried. “Oh, just lay me on my side so I can watch and I’ll be fine,” I replied. When Louise asked if she should wear latex gloves like a doctor, I said, ” It would make my fantasy complete if you had some.”Louise slipped into her bathroom and returned wearing white latex gloves she kept for dying her hair. She dipped her slender little fingers into the mayonnaise jar and to my delight, spread slippery salad dressing right up past her slender wrist. She scooped a little more out to smear my labia with, then reached toward my pussy. She smiled and said my bald pussy looked like a smooth ripe peach, just waiting to be split open and consumed. She easily slid two fingers into my anxiously waiting vulva. She wiggled her fingers back and forth, like little walking legs to relax me further. Soon, loud slurping showed I was more than ready. She pushed all four fingers in up to the web of her thumb, rotated her hand back and forth a few times then tucked her thumb snugly between her fingers. By applying pressure while manipulating her thumb joint, I felt Louise’s tiny hand stretch apart my vulva and slide into my hot slippery vagina! I couldn’t help but watch in awe as her hand disappeared from view. A little uncomfortable with the girth of her hand, I told her to make a fist and push her whole hand in up past her wrist. With that done, I felt much less pressure spreading my vulva.”Do me a little,” I pleaded. Complying, she rotated her clenched little fist to and fro, while with the help of her other hand, stroked in and out as deeply as she could. Completely out of control, I whimpered, “Fist me good!” and grunted obscenely whenever her strokes punched into the back of my vagina.When my hips began to undulate wildly, Louise must have realized I was close and strongly pulled out her fist between muscle surges. The additional stretching of my vulva drew my labia tight on my clit and I just exploded in a frenzied, writhing orgasm. My poor ravaged nipples swelled painfully erect as my body shook and rocked in ecstasy. As my entire chest flushed in a rosy glow, Louise warmly held my rock hard teats to ease their agony as the final tremors of climax ebbed from me.Louise got out of bed, slipped into the bathroom, and then promptly returned with a hot, soapy washcloth and soft towel. She carefully bathed and tenderly dried my hypersensitive pubes. We lovingly dressed each other between caring hugs and kisses. Concerned over my lengthy absence, I thought I’d better look in on my husband, who’d probably been wondering what I’d been up to. I stood up to walk, but my knees buckled under me! I told her this was as bad as when I tried to walk with my dildo in me, while stuffed in my stocking top.”My, my, it seems that my new lover is every bit as perverted as me,” Louise quipped.I told her that must make us kindred spirits. After a few minutes, I was able to walk shakily. As we tidied up, I carried the platter back to her kitchen, sliced up the carrots for my compost box and wrapped them in some cling wrap.”Don’t be a stranger, now!” she stressed as she helped me to the door. Louise told me she read once that Elvis Presley’s favorite food was peanut butter and bananas and his favorite pastime was watching women wearing nothing but white nylon panties wrestle in his bed. “Wouldn’t it be fun to combine both his passions at the same time?” she asked as I pecked her nose with a kiss. As soon as I returned to my condo, Doug called out, “What’s shakin’ babe?”Smiling broadly, I thought to myself, “Knees and pussy mostly.” He grabbed the carrots out of my hand and said, “Hey, munchies.” I stood there in silent bewilderment as he munched them down. Half way through them, he burped, sniffed his breath then said, “There’s something familiar about that veggie dip, but I can’t quite figure out what it is.” I heard my voice casually reply, “It’s probably all that Bearded Clam Sauce that soaked into the carrots so eat them all up, Darlin’, they’re good for you.”

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