Canoed Blog

*First Installment in the “Latina” Series of Erotic Tales*

At long last, I could finally see his eagerly-awaited cock. It was fully erect; just the shaft alone was 7 inches long, and about 2 inches across. The head added another full inch to his length, so at 8 inches, his was definitely the longest cock I had ever seen, even in photos. Best of all, its mushroom shape made the head of his cock considerably wider than his impressively-thick shaft–maybe 2- 1/2″ diameter at the head. Yes, I could see that he fully measured up, in every way, to all of my lusty desires for what a truly-ideal man should be.

I just KNEW that his thick cock-head would stretch my pussy out to the maximum, and let me feel exquisitely-tight friction when he finally entered me. And his 8- inch length meant that I would be completely filled-up when he had finally thrust all the way into me. Without fully realizing it, being so completely filled up by a man’s length and width was something I had vaguely wanted, dreamed of, hungered for, most of my adult life, but which none of my handful of previous lovers had ever been able to come even CLOSE to accomplishing. But now, with him, I could hardly wait to experience what it would feel like to be so completely filled up with a cock like his, especially when it was attached to a man I was already starting to love with all of my heart and soul. I’m not sure, and his humility still won’t let him tell me, but I think I unintentionally whistled in appreciation when I first saw his impressive size.

Despite my vague lifelong fantasies, size had never REALLY mattered to me before. I had just been happy to have the loving attention of a man I loved and cared about, and who felt the same way about me. But now I just couldn’t get over my amazement, as I gazed hungrily at his nice, sexy equipment, while I slowly, seductively, suggestively, and hungrily licked my lips in anticipation. I know that he was flattered when I gasped in astonishment at his big, throbbing love muscle that popped out when I stripped him. I was soon to discover how satisfying it feels to have a long, thick cock completely fill my tight love hole, as no man had ever done before–as I had half-consciously dreamed and hoped to find for most of my life.

His wonderful manhood was already VERY hard. It protruded straight out of his balls, flat along his tummy for 8 long inches, and ended with the more-than-two- inch wide tip resting on his navel. With each throb, it raised to about 45 degrees (I think that by now it was too big and too stiff to point straight up), and then excitedly pulsed and quivered back down onto his tummy again. I marveled that his muscles could lift his cock to even that 45-degree angle, as it looked so very big and heavy.

I kneeled on my knees on the bed, and leaning down over him, I appreciatively kissed the very tip of his cock, watching it grow ever-harder. I watched my passionate drool, mixed with his clear pre-come, as it all streamed in a very thin strand, between my mouth and the tip of his straining, pulsing, throbbing cock.

I then kissed my way slowly down his throbbing shaft, all the way down to his tight balls, which I now cupped in my hands, and which I gently kissed, sucked, licked, and nibbled. His big, swollen balls, already filling up with his creamy excitement, seemed to cover several acres, as my kisses and licks lingered all over them.

I now slowly licked my way back up his thick, stiff shaft. I can’t begin to describe how exquisitely sexy and exciting it felt to have the full length of his thick shaft pulsing, vibrating, twitching, and throbbing against my gently- kissing lips and eagerly-exploring tongue.

When my mouth got all the way back up to the very end of his long shaft, I kissed the tip again. I then licked the tip, and kissed all around the head of his cock. I next concentrated my kisses and licks exclusively on the sides and top of his cock head.

The growing frequency and volume of his moans, coupled with his cock’s increasingly-frantic gyrations against my lips, made me smile, for I now knew that I had the skill to make him feel every bit as good, as he had just made me feel, when he had lingered so long, and so lovingly, at my sopping pussy.

By now, all I wanted, all I could even think about, was having my lips and my tongue feel and taste every spectacular inch of his big, thick, beautiful, throbbing 8-inch love tool. Believe me, by now I was thoroughly enjoying turning him on, every bit as much as he was enjoying being turned on.

As I was licking my way around his big, bulbous cock head, I noticed that the eye- hole, at the tip of his cock, was open wider than I have ever seen on any man. Like his cock itself, this opening was simply huge. I’m not even sure where or how I got the idea, but seeing his cock’s wide-open eye hole, inspired me to try something completely new to me. I lustily curled-up both sides of my tongue to form a U shape, and I darted the tip of my tongue directly inside the eye of his cock.

When my licks inside and outside the gigantic eye of his cock produced a loud, appreciative moan (in that deeply-masculine, heart-melting, pussy-dampening baritone voice of his), I knew that I was on the right track. I let my tongue explore the inside of his cock head for a while. But I knew that both he and I wanted and needed much more than this by now.

So now I tried wrapping my little fist around the gorgeous two-inch thickness of his cock. As it was nearly 6-1/2 inches in circumference, I could not fully close my fingers around his stiff shaft; even HIS big hands looked like they could just barely close around his manhood. I briefly closed my eyes, and I tried to picture his large fist, and his long, narrow fingers, vigorously pumping up and down that huge shaft, as I’m sure they must have done MANY times, to relieve the stress of being a 40-year-old virgin, before he met me.

Now I opened my eyes again, to once more gaze lovingly, longingly, at his long, thick shaft. I just couldn’t resist him any longer, so now I opened my lips as wide as I could, to accommodate his impressive width. I slowly slid my mouth down over his huge cock-head, pushing him flatter onto his back, as I leaned over him and sucked. The first inch of his cock’s length was all head, and the second inch was that roughly-textured red area just below the head. But not to worry, that still left six beautiful, hard, solid, loving inches of smooth-skinned, muscular shaft, to descend past my hungry mouth, and down into my eager throat.

At first, as I continued to suck his impressive length and width slowly, eagerly, and passionately down my throat, my eyes stayed wide open. I enjoyed watching what I was doing to him, and seeing the look of pure bliss that I was bringing to his handsome, glowing, kindly face. Once I had swallowed him completely, he paused a moment, so we could both enjoy the feeling of his manhood completely filling my throat, and of his enormous balls pressed up against my lips. After what seemed like about ten minutes of his steel-hard cock resting contentedly, and throbbing eagerly, against the back of my throat, he began slowly backing out of my mouth, in preparation for his second warm, loving thrust. This patient man sure took his time, savoring every moment of his own pleasure, just as he had let me savor every moment of MY pleasure, when he had earlier licked me so thrillingly. But we both knew that his slow, loving pace couldn’t last forever, and eventually we would both become so excited, that he would HAVE to speed it up.

As he slid his cock in and out of my hungry mouth just a little faster now, his hips began thrusting upward, steadily and eagerly upward, as my head slid down over him. I relaxed, eased into the moment, closed my eyes, and daydreamed about the pleasures that we were just starting to share.

Then he began stroking my hair, pulling my head closer to his cock, and I rolled my tongue all around his throbbing manhood, even while it was buried all the way up into my mouth.

His hips just kept bucking up and down, pushing his cock all the way into my throat, and then back out almost to the tip, then reversing direction again to push back upward to meet my mouth, thrusting and slamming SO hard, pumping SO forcefully, as I bobbed back down over his very long, wonderfully thick, and extremely hard cock. The entire time, I gently held his huge come-filled balls, and the base of his cock, in my palm, to control his wild throbbing, and to guide his thick cock’s deep, powerful thrusts, in and out of my mouth.

Through it all, I kept rolling my tongue around his manhood, licking it with all of my passion. His up-and-down bucking of his hips constantly grew more rapid, with each successive thrust, and he began to moan loudly and eagerly. Now I could almost FEEL his come rising out of his balls, and slowly up the inside of his thick shaft, as he let out a deep, masculine grunt (more of a groan, really). His warm, white cream began to ooze out of his cock’s tip, and onto my tongue. I continued to lick at his cock, savoring his sweet taste, and hoping to entice even more love juice out of him now. I felt the most serene look wash across my face as my loving sucking and his sweet explosion filled my innermost being with peaceful contentment. I only hoped that his fucking would prove to be even half as wonderful as how exquisite he tasted.

Just as his delicious man-juice finally gushed thickly out of his tip, and forcefully splashed against my hungry tongue, and into my eager mouth, he pushed his palm against my breast, and thus he stopped me from any more sucking and licking. Using both of his strong arms, he then gently rolled me onto my back.

He said that he wanted to come deep in my pussy, not in my mouth. Knowing that this first burst would be my only taste of him that night, I slowly rolled his thick, creamy, sticky jism all around the inside of my mouth, savoring his sweet- but-tangy flavor for as long as I could. His beautiful, delicious white cream continued to dribble out of him, and to drip down into my wide-open mouth. As he slid his way down my body, my extended tongue stretched and strained to catch every dribbling drop of his precious fluids, as he prepared to give my wet and open pussy the thorough pounding that it now so DESPERATELY craved.

Meanwhile, he lay down on top of me, and he gently spread my legs apart. He kissed my mouth, my neck, and then my breasts. Then he used both of his index fingers to gently pry my pussy lips open, and he carefully eased a loving finger inside. When he felt that my inner walls were still extremely moist, he knew that I was ready for him.

Just as the very tip of his cock head touched the outside of my pussy, I was so horny for him that I went ballistic. I clutched my breast, I spread my legs wider, my fingers held my pussy lips open wide for him, and I eagerly thrust my hips upward to receive his lovely, precious, and generous offering to me: the gift of his virginity. His fist wrapped around his thick shaft, as mine had while I was hungrily sucking him only moments before, and he guided it with one hand while holding my raised right leg steady with his other hand.

The tip of his enormous cock finally pressed just past my outer pussy lips. I wrapped my legs around him, and I rested my feet on the cheeks of his ass, as he slowly eased his thick shaft into me. His two-inch thickness pressed so tightly against my inner walls, and his friction against my slippery walls was driving the intensity of my lusty desires sky-high.

He said that my feet felt wonderful on his ass cheeks, and as if to prove it, he now slowly eased his entire 8 inches all the way up into my dripping pussy, as slowly and as patiently as all his previous moves had been. When his shaft was finally buried all the way inside of me, he raised himself up off the bed by his thighs, and he slowly eased his rigid cock almost, but not quite, all the way back out of me again.

He reversed direction again, almost imperceptibly increasing the speed of his second thrust into me, then almost all the way back out again, slowly drilling and hammering into me. He alternated between horizontal (forward and back) and vertical (straight up-and-down) strokes, slowly increasing toward a relentless pace, with each fabulous thrust.

I’ve heard that very big cocks can be painful to some women who have small openings, but his was just the right size for me, as if his rod had been custom- made precisely to fit my love-hole. His 2-inch width stretched my pussy lips comfortably snug around him, but not so far open as to be uncomfortable or painful. And although his 8-inch length is much longer than the average 5 inches, he just filled me up, right to the edge of my cervix, without thrusting so far into me as to painfully stab my cervix (as I’ve heard can sometimes happen). Yes, he was the IDEAL size for me, and at last I knew why I had vaguely dreamed of a long, thick cock all of these years: the smaller ones I had experienced up to then, simply had not filled my internal dimensions as perfectly as this man’s enormous shaft did.

His third push into me was, again, ever so slightly faster than the second. He kept up the thrusts, and gradually, by very small degrees, he increased his in- and-out speed each time. He seemed to get even bigger and harder with each faster thrust, as if it was even possible for that wonderful 8-inch love muscle of his to grow more. By now, he had my pussy lips stretched open widely, and wrapped so very tightly around his extremely-thick shaft. Once again, it felt better than all of my vibrator daydreams about him. For the first (but I fervently hoped not the last) time, I was now completely filled up with the loving length and thickness of him. I had never felt anything so wonderful before in all of my 45 years!

With each thrust into the depths of my hungry pussy, the very tip of his cock rubbed ever so briefly against my magic button, before passing lower and deeper into me. His cock tip brushing me like that made my clit longer and harder each time, and I could feel my juices working their way up from my deepest depths, to ooze over and around my clit. I so wanted those juices to gush all over the outside of his cock. But because his pressure and speed on me were increasing by only very slow degrees, I had to be patient, until we were both ready to go over the top with excitement. The wait was driving me crazy. I don’t know when I had last felt that excited, and I marveled that he could be so patient, when I was ready to SCREAM with excitement. But then again, he HAD waited over 40 years, until this very day, to have sex for the first time, which certainly showed patience. I guessed that, after all those years of waiting, he didn’t want his first time to end too quickly.

As our mutual passion built slowly, layer upon layer, I moved my legs up from his ass, wrapping them around his neck, to pull his massive cock closer and deeper into my very appreciative slit, before returning my leg-lock to surrounding (and pressing down on) his fine, firm ass. My heart raced and pounded, as I watched my legs move all around his long, strong body, in the mirrored wall of his walk-in closet.

Finally, his thrusts in and out of me were up to maximum speed, and my happy, stretched-out tight pussy was completely, wonderfully, and deliciously stuffed full of this gentle, loving man, just adding more fuel to my growing love and appreciation for him.

Now I used my feet, once more resting on his ass cheeks, to push and pull his firm butt, so that the deep thrusts of his big cock in and out of my soaking-wet pussy, would continue at this same maximum pace. Once more, I could almost feel his come traveling up from his balls, up the inside of his shaft, out the tip, and deep inside of me. He exploded into me, just as he completed a very rapid downward thrust, so that his come gushed very forcefully into me, about as deep into my pussy as humanly possible. It felt SO very good, to feel his love juice flow that deeply inside of me, and this instantly triggered my own orgasm. My juice, which had long ago started bubbling just below the surface, finally broke forth, and gushed out from around my swollen clit, to coat all along his deeply- buried cock, as he continued to thrust, pulse, throb, and to come inside of me. It amazed me that, despite this being our first time in bed together, we were already so in tune with each other, that we were both coming at precisely the same moment. I could not only FEEL him flowing into me, and me flowing over him, I could SEE it all in his giant mirrors.

After our simultaneous orgasms, he left his cock buried deep inside of me, and he wrapped his arms around my back, in a gentle and very loving embrace. It was then that I discovered another secret, which has kept me (and my hot pussy) deeply- contented, nearly every night, for two years now: as we held each other and calmed down, his now-spent but still-hard cock, began throbbing away deep inside of me, pulsing once for each beat of his heart. I don’t know how he does this, and he claims it is involuntary, but that tight pulsing against my slicked-up, freshly-fucked inner walls, certainly made my tight little pussy ecstatically happy that night, and still DOES, every time we make love. When he pulses like that, I usually respond by squeezing my pussy muscles tightly against his stiff rod, which I’ve discovered makes him pulse even more strongly inside of me. His pulsing matches my squeezing, until we are so tightly locked together, into each other, that even a crowbar couldn’t separate us. Who could ask for a better feeling than that?

After a while of this throbbing, he rolled me onto my right side, and he lay nearly perpendicular to me, forming our bodies into a sort of a T shape, still with his cock buried deep inside of me. Amazingly, in this position, he was able to drive his cock into me, even DEEPER than before.

He plunged in and out of me like this 3 or 4 times, then finally starting to soften just a little, he slowly, gently, tenderly began to slide his wonderful manhood back out of my still wide-open, very wet, and extremely-messy slit.

He rolled over to lie beside me, flat on his back. Now I lay on my left side, with his right arm under my side, and wrapped around my back. My head was under his arm, and my left hand rested on top of his chest, with my right hand on his hip. I felt so safe in his arms, as if that is where I was always meant to be, but I had never before known that his strong (but gentle and loving) arms were my destiny. I felt so loved, loving, and at peace, as I admired our naked, entwined, resting forms in his full-length mirrors. “He’d better NOT take down those mirrors!” I thought to myself again.

Before either of us could drift off to sleep, I now simply couldn’t resist asking this wonderful man if he would be my boyfriend. Without a moment’s hesitation, he eagerly replied Yes.

“Well, ASK me,” I said, thinking that if our new relationship was to have a chance, the question of me being his girlfriend had to originate from HIM, not from me. But he was already drifting into half sleep, and for the first time that night, he was no longer on the same wavelength as me.

“Ask you what?” he replied drowsily.

In mock irritation, I replied “Ask me to be your girlfriend!”

Perking up and eagerly hugging me, he asked “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Now it was my turn to let out an enthusiastic “Yes!” I mean, we had spent months getting to know and care deeply about each other, and now, for the first time ever, he had just sweetly and powerfully fucked me to within an inch (or more precisely, eight inches) of my life. We were still naked, lying in a tight hug around each other, with our blended come all over us and the bed, and I loved this man more than I ever thought I could love anyone. So what else was I going to say BUT Yes? YES! Oh, YES!

“I’m glad you like my ass; baby, kiss my pussy too,” and, exposed more of her pussy by angling up her ass.

Bertha’s glistening pussy was very inviting and I proceeded to lick it and suck the nectars oozing from it. With my right hand, I massaged her tank top-covered boobs and pinch her nipples.

For a few minutes, Bertha giggled and also moaned; soon, she stopped giggling, and moaned continuously.

“Baby, cummming. Cummming. Ahhhhhhhh. Suckkk it. Suck it,” and pushed away my head.

After her orgasm subsided, Bertha, cooed:

“My clit got sensitive. Thank you,” and, after a pause, cooed:

“Baby, what’s your pleasu–,” and giggled when she saw me behind her with my stiff cock in my hand and staring at her voluptuous buttocks.

I mumbled, “I want you.”

Quickly, as Bertha looked back at me, I placed my cock at Bertha’s pussy and slowly snaked it in. After my cock head reached near Bertha”s cervix, I savored contact of my crotch with her meaty, shining, buttocks; gently, I kneaded her buttocks and saw her dark puckered ass hole.

Softly, Bertha cooed:

“Baby, I need a pillow to rest my elbows on.”

I pulled my stiff cock out of Bertha’s snug pussy and, as she squealed and giggled, I carried her to the bedroom, and put her down near the bed.

Bertha got up on her hands and knees on the bed, and cooed:

“Baby, look, I see us in the closet mirror.”

Looking at herself in the mirror, Bertha adjusted her tank top and, smiling at me, cooed:

“Where were we?”

After Bertha laid her head on a pillow and lifted her ass high, standing on the floor, I pulled her close to the edge of the bed, and snaked my cock in to her snug and juicy pussy. It was indeed very stimulating to watch voluptuous Bertha and I making love in the mirror; I watched in fascination as my fat cock disappeared in between her shiny and meaty buttocks, and reappeared coated with her juices.

After fucking for several minutes, I felt my climax deep in my loins; I pushed my cock as far as it would go in to Bertha”s love channel and, while holding on to her meaty buttocks, my cock spurted out several jets of cum:

“I”m cummmming. Cummming. Cummmimg.”

After my climax, I collapsed on the bed next to Bertha and rested; she cooed:

“That was nice. It felt good,” and giggling, added:

“Baby, grab a few tissues for me; my pussy’s over flowing.”

Soon, I heard Bertha snore softly. After a few minutes, she woke up and said:

“Ben, I better buy absorbent pads,” and, giggling, added:

“Otherwise, your cum will be running down my legs.”

I suggested, “I saw a nice mall nearby; we can buy the pads, walk, and also have lunch there.”

I got out of bed and, after putting on shorts, a half-sleeve shirt, and sneakers, waited for Bertha in the living room. Later, I saw Bertha; she looked nice in a denim skirt, black blouse, and a white, light, jacket.

At the mall, Bertha and I walked for more than an hour and went in to several stores. While having a lunch with wine, Bertha and I talked about our families and ourselves; I asked her:

“What happened to George?”

“He had heart problems for couple of years. He died at the hospital; he was in coma for a day.”

Cheerfully and softly, Bertha said:

“You have some tastes similar to George,” and, noticing the surprised look on my face, added:

“He loved to see me in sexy lingerie. He loved me tenderly and passionately; I like that.”

After a pause, she said:

“I’ve to leave home by 8:00 in the morning for my volunteer work; I think it would be better if I stay tonight at my place,” and added:

“Actually, I’ve to make a few phone calls to remind all volunteers.”

Seeing my dejected face, Bertha added:

“You can spend the evening with me; please be patient. Let’s take both cars and go to my place.”

I drove us back to my apartment complex. Bertha and I left in our cars, and after driving for about 30 minutes and security check, I pulled in to an upscale condominium complex and parked my car next to Bertha”s. Bertha’s condominium was painted white and was well-decorated. After excusing herself, Bertha went to her bedroom.

While I waited in the living room; I saw two photographs of Rosa and her family on the mantle, and of Bertha with a handsome older man.

Bertha returned to the living room, stood next to me, and said:

“That’s George. The house got to be too much to take care. George and I bought this condo about five years ago.”

I knew Bertha was sad; after I hugged her tenderly for a short while, she said:

“Come, I’ll show you the rest of the condo.”

I noted her bedroom was decorated tastefully; it had several mirrors. Her bed was king-size. There was a large dresser with mirrors and many make up items. There was a large photograph of Bertha in a long-black dress, and her diamond ear rings and gold necklace; I hugged Bertha and whispered:

“You look beautiful in that dress and jewelry.”

Shyly, Bertha said: “Thank you. I got dressed up for a new year”s eve party,” and snuggled up to me.

I said, “You look beautiful all the time,” and, after turning Bertha to face me, hugged her, and French kissed her.

Bertha wiggled out of my arms said:

“Let”s go to my den. I would like to check my email messages,” and turned on her computer.

Bertha”s den had a computer, and several books on psychology and of well-known American writers. Bertha said softly:

“While I check my email messages and make a few phone calls, you can look through the photo albums on the book case.”

There were several photos of Bertha, some in long-dresses, and others of Rosa, Chuck, and Clarence. I realized Bertha was always graceful and had aged well; she must have taken good care of herself.

Later, as she turned off the computer, Bertha cooed:

“I”m all done. Baby, I’m hungry. Let’s have a light dinner; we can order Italian food; I’ve good red wine.”

We had a dinner of salad, bread rolls, and pasta, and the wine was very good.

As I cleared the dishes, I said:

“Thanks for sharing your photos; you look great in all of them.”

Bertha, smiled and cooed, “I’ve a few special ones to show you.”

“Let’s go to the living room; I’ve a few more pictures for you to see,” and took out a thin folder from her desk drawer.

After sitting next to me on a sofa, Bertha cooed:

“These were taken by George,” and opened the thin album.

The first photo was of Bertha in a red, fishnet, full-body suit, in which Bertha looked very voluptuous. I whispered:

“Wow, you look gorgeous,” and, after staring at the photo for several minutes, began to rub her knees and thighs.

Bertha, blushing and smiling, got up, leaned and gave me a long, juicy, French kiss, and said:

“I need to freshen up. You can use the powder room,” and smiling went to her bedroom.

After using the powder room, I resumed looking at the photos of Bertha in sexy lingerie, especially in the fish net body stocking. Bertha returned wearing a white, silk, robe, and cooed:

“Baby, take your shirt and shorts off,” and, after I did that, cooed:

“I think you like me in a fish net,” and slowly removed her robe.

When I saw Bertha in the red fishnet stocking, my cock grew stiff, I tried to get up to hug her; but, Bertha, cooed:

“Baby, not yet. Look at the real thing,” and pirouetted couple of times.

I saw the fishnet stocking had an opening around her crotch area, exposing her glistening pussy; in the back, it had a larger opening exposing much of her large buttocks.

After a few minutes, Bertha cooed:

“My pussy’s been oozing just watching you get excited about my photos. George used to go crazy watching me in fishnet stockings,” and after a pause added:

“Baby, I’ve never been so horny in my life,” and, giggling, added:

“I’m a middle aged woman. Come, I like to see you fondle me in the bedroom mirrors; take off your shorts.” and led me in to her bedroom and closed the door.

As I stood behind Bertha at the foot of her bed and, reaching around her, grasped her fishnet-covered-drooping boobs, I saw our reflections in three mirrors: on the front, left, and right of us.

I whispered to Bertha, “Thaïs”s awesome; very stimulating to see you in the mirrors; can”t miss much.”

Bertha cooed: “It was George’s imagination. He wanted to see as much of us making love as possible; I got to like it.”

Languidly, Bertha raised her arms, reached up behind, and hugged my neck. I rubbed her under arms, arm pits, and fondled both of her boobs.

Slowly Bertha reached behind her, grasped my stiff cock, and, bending slightly, positioned it at her pussy; next, she took my right hand off of her boob and moved it to her pussy.

She cooed, “Baby, rub it.”

Slowly, I rubbed her wet, slick, pussy labia and clit. After several minutes of fondling Bertha’s left boob and rubbing her labia, she cooed:

“I want this big cock in me; I want to come on it,” and slowly pulled an upholstered chair and nudged me to sit in it. I found the chair was a bit low; but with Bertha slowly enrobing my cock with her pussy, I became speech less.

With her eyes half closed with pleasure, Bertha fucked my cock by lifting herself up on my cock and pushing it back in. After a short time, Bertha whispered:

“Baby, pinch my clit, gently. I”m close, clooose. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhhh,” and, after her crotch convulsed several times, she slumped against my chest.

After several minutes, Bertha slowly got off of my cock and cooed:

“I need to freshen up,” and left for her bathroom.

When Bertha returned to the bedroom, I was still sitting on the upholstered chair; she saw my stiff cock, and cooed:

“It’s still up. Come here,” and, after I walked to her, said:

“Now, love me,” and, after spreading a large towel on the bed, she laid on her back, and opened her arms and thighs wide.

Quickly, I knelt between her spread thighs, and after lifting her legs, slowly snaked my cock in to her glistening, slick, pussy. Bertha looked truly voluptuous in the fishnet stocking and my cock remained stiff in her wet pussy. I whispered:

“I want to savor this one,” and began to fuck her pussy in steady strokes.

Bertha, cooed, “Baby, go for it.”

After a while, I paused for a minute or so, kissed Bertha’s face and neck, and fondled Bertha’s jelly-like boobs. Wanting to go deep in to Bertha’s pussy, I lifted her legs on to my shoulders and began to fuck her tight, slick, pussy.

Being excited for a while, my cock kept releasing streams of precum; in spite of my mental efforts, I could not hold back my climax for long. Soon, my cock exploded, releasing a large amount of cum:

“I”m cummming. Cummmming. Ahhhhh. Fuckkkkk.”

As I rested on Bertha’s voluptuous chest, my cock softened, and slipped out of her pussy; my cum dribbled on to the towel. I kissed Bertha’s cheek and said:

“That was a great climax.”

Bertha, smiled, and mumbled:

“Baby, I will miss you tomorrow; after the fair, we should have a nice dinner and evening together.”

I said, “Sure. I can drive you to the fair in the morning, go to my apartment and catch up with chores, and meet you at the center for dinner.”

Bertha whispered, “That’s a great idea. I’m tired; you wore me out,” and, after kissing my cheek, fell asleep. Soon, I too fell asleep, with my arms around her. I vaguely recall waking up couple of times during the night and kissing Bertha”s neck when she had her back to me and fondling her boobs or kissing her cleavage while fondling her buttocks when she faced me. In turn, Bertha grasped my stiff, tired, cock, mumbled something about me being insatiable, and held it firmly between her thighs.

SATURDAY WITH BERTHA

Next morning, after I woke up, I heard Bertha in the kitchen; I got dressed and joined her. Bertha was dressed in a robe. I said:

“Good morning, Love,” and kissed her cheek. I fixed a cup of coffee for myself from the pot Bertha brewed and another for her.

Bertha, smiled, and mumbled:

“Good morning. I need to take a shower and get going. Fix yourself toast and eggs,” and left for her bedroom.

Bertha returned to the kitchen in business clothes: black skirt, long-sleeve red blouse, a gold necklace and ear rings, and short-heel, black, shoes. Even in the business clothes, she looked very alluring to me. She quickly ate the eggs and toast, and drank the orange juice I fixed for her.

Following Bertha’s instructions, I drove to a community center where there were many people. At the community center, Bertha said:

“Let”s stay home and have a nice dinner with good wine this evening. I”ll be waiting for you here at about five. Bye now,” and after kissing me on my cheek, she walked in to the field house.

From the community center, I went to my apartment and put on jogging shoes for a jog in the park. After taking a shower, I spent most of the morning catching up with chores around the apartment. I called my Mom; she and Dad were doing well, and planning a trip to see my brother and his family in North Carolina. I bought a case of Bertha”s favorite Cabernet Sauvignon wine. I also packed a small bag for overnight stay with Bertha.

When I checked my phone messages, I found one from the plant manager to stop at the plant to see a production line that would be idle in the afternoon; it ended by saying it was not an emergency situation. With Bertha being busy at the fair, I decided to see what I could do. After working for about two hours, the plant manager and I agreed on what needed to be done, and that I should return next day to check the line. I was about to leave when the plant manger handed me a faxed message; I was wanted next day in Chicago to discuss new problems in the Illinois plant.

On the way to the community center, I picked up a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. Bertha was standing at the main entrance to the community center talking to another lady. When she saw my car, she hugged her friend and started walking towards my car. Her friend saw me and smiled as she waved to Bertha.

Before I started my car, I picked up my cell phone and called the Chinese-food restaurant where I ate one night; I ordered chicken and vegetable dishes, and plain rice.

After Bertha sat in my car, I kissed her on the cheek, and asked:

“How did it go at the booth?”

Bertha replied, “It went well. We made good money.”

I said, “You must be tired after a long day.”

“A little bit; I got couple of nice breaks for lunch and coffee break. I”m so happy, we did well.”

I said, “I just ordered Chinese food to pick up on the way to your place; I have good wine to go with it,” and added:

“This is for you,” and gave Bertha the bouquet of flowers.

Clutching the bouquet, Bertha gushed happily:

“Ben, you’re so sweet, thoughtful,” and, blushing, added:

“Romantic.”

After we were inside Bertha’s apartment, I opened a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon; as I handed her a glass, I said:

“You deserve a glass of wine.”

Smiling, after we clicked our wine glasses, Bertha cooed:

“Thanks. I’ll be back after freshening up,” and went to her bedroom.

On the dining table, I placed our dinners, the bottle of wine, turned down a bright light, and lighted two candles. Later, Bertha returned, dressed in a white silk robe and white slippers, pearl ear rings and necklace; she looked stunningly beautiful. Bertha cooed:

“I took a quick shower; I feel better.”

I pulled a chair for Bertha to sit and kissed her pearl necklace-adorned neck. During the dinner, Bertha explained the volunteer work her professional association does for the community. After a pause, I handed the box of chocolates and told her:

“Honey, I have to work tomorrow for several hours,” and, before Bertha could reply, I said:

“I have to go to Chicago tomorrow evening; I”ll be gone a few days.”

After a pause, Bertha said, “Baby, I”ll miss you,” but, cheerfully, added:

“We have all evening and night to love each other.”

After I cleared the dishes and loaded them in the dish washer, I found Bertha seated on the sofa, sipping wine, and watching a show on TV.

I sat next to her and hugged her; Bertha lifted her face to mine and French kissed me. She cooed:

“Baby, rub my feet and legs; I”ve been on my legs a lot,” and, after stretching out on the sofa, put her legs in my lap. After I massaged her feet, Bertha rolled on to her stomach, and cooed:

“Rub the backs, love,” and purred with pleasure as I started rubbing her well-toned calves. When I lifted her robe to massage her thighs, I saw she had on silk, white, thigh highs.

I whispered, “I like your thigh highs,” and, as Bertha moaned with pleasure, I rubbed and kneaded her legs and thighs.

After several minutes, Bertha said, “Baby, I”m horny for you. I”ve thought of you many times; my pussy”s wet.”

After sitting in my lap, Bertha initiated a long French kiss. After the kiss ended, I whispered:

“You smell nice; look beautiful.”

Smiling at me, she cooed:

“Baby, I want to see your chest; take of your shirt,” and helped me do so. She then rubbed my hairy chest and armpits, and upper arms, and neck; occasionally, she planted a kiss on my chest.

Bertha then slowly lowered her robe to her waist: she had on a white, silk, open-cup bra; her large boobs drooped slightly as they spilled out of her chest.

As Bertha giggled, I kissed her cleavage and rubbed my face on her magnificent, brown, ripe, boobs.

I whispered, “They look lovely; also smell nice.”

Bertha smiled and cooed, “I had the bra and thigh highs buried in my dresser; I”m glad you like them; George loved them too.”

Still smiling, Bertha dipped a finger in the wine and applied it on her nipples, and cooed:

“Suck my nipples; they”re stiff for you,” and gently pulled my face to her perfumed bosom.

As I suckled her left boob and fondled the right one, Bertha purred and tilted her head back. Slowly, she nudged my head to her right boob.

Bertha then slid to her knees on the carpeted floor and cooed:

“Baby, take off your shorts and underwear. I want to taste your cock,”

As soon as Bertha saw my erect cock, she grasped it firmly with one hand forcing several drops of precum from its slit and gently fondled my balls with the other. After staring at them and fondling them for several minutes, she cooed:

“They’re nice: balls, cock,” and leaning forward licked the head of my cock and slowly sucked my balls.

I whispered to Bertha:

“I want to taste your pussy, please.”

Bertha, smiled, nodded her head, and, after standing up, removed her robe: she had on a matching pair of white panties. Quickly, I slid to my knees, and, while rubbing her smooth legs and thighs, I whispered:

“The panties look nice.”

Bertha cooed, “They”re crotch less.”

Grasping her meaty buttocks, I pushed my face in to her crotch and smelled her perfumed nectar odors. I nudged Bertha to turn and kissed her panties-covered buttocks. I whispered in a pleading tone:

“I want your pussy now, please.”

Bertha giggled and cooed, “Ok, baby,” and while holding on to a chair, she lifted her right leg to grant me access to her pussy.

Once I started tasting Bertha’s wet pussy, I wanted more; as she held on to the chair, I pushed my head in her crotch and kept lapping her sex juices. Bertha moaned with pleasure for a while and then said:

“Baby, I love your lapping, but I”m tired and you may get a kink in your neck. I remember just the thing to let you suck my pussy comfortably: a special chair; George found it in a catalog; it’s in my walk-in closet.”

Bertha nudged me up and gently holding my cock, led me to the bedroom. In the bedroom, Bertha looked in to my eyes and cooed:

“Baby, please bring the special chair. Gorge called it the Comfort chair; after I lay down on it, you can lick my pussy.”

I turned on the closet lights and found the Comfort chair in a corner. I saw a somewhat similar chair in an adult movie; it lets a woman lie on her back with her thighs wide open and her feet resting in stirrups. I was thrilled and carried it to near the mirrors.

“After George died, I didn’t see a need for it and put it away,” and, as Bertha spread a mattress on it, continued:

“This is for my comfort,” and giggled.

After Bertha lay on her back on the Comfort chair, I helped her rest her feet in the stirrups. I then knelt on a cushion Bertha had placed on the floor. I kissed Bertha”s smooth, pliable, thighs from her knee to her crotch and rubbed her curly-haired crotch. I knew Bertha was eager to have her licked; she opened the slit in the white panties and cooed:

“Lick it, baby.”

I spread her pussy lips like a slit fruit and slowly, but passionately, licked the length of her lips several times. Soon, Bertha”s breathing became rhythmic and her moaning audible; she mumbled:

“That”s it, baby. Babyyyyyy. Suckkkkkkkk. Clittttttttt. Cummming. Babyyyyy.”

Several minutes after her crotch-convulsing orgasm, I stood up. Bertha, smiled, and cooed:

“Just awesome; you sucked me to a great orgasm,” and, after a pause, added:

“Baby, you always make me cum first; it”s thoughtful of you.”

As I stared at Bertha”s inviting, glistening, pussy, I realized it was at about perfect height for fucking. I whispered:

“I like this chair; it”s perfect for loving you.”

Bertha smiled and cooed, “Go ahead; it”s nice and slick for you.”

Holding my stiff, oozing, cock, in my hand, I moved forward and pushed it in to Bertha”s slick pussy; I stood for a minute admiring Bertha”s voluptuous body, especially her open-bra encased boobs and white-thigh high covered thighs. Overcome by the pleasant sensations of Bertha”s velvet pussy around my cock, I was close to cumming as streams of precum flowed out of my cock.

Bertha, astutely realized, I was close to cumming and cooed:

“You must be close to cumming.”

She tightened her pussy wall around my stiff cock and also lifted her arms to expose her armpits. Soon, with a smile, Bertha watched me lean my head back and, after shoving my cock deep in to her pussy, release several streams of cum. A few minutes later, I pulled my softened cock out of her pussy along with some of my cum. I pulled out several tissues from a box, handed a few to Bertha, and used a few to wipe the love juices on my cock.

After I helped Bertha get up from the chair, as she walked to the bathroom, I whispered to her:

“Please leave your bra on.”

Later, after Bertha freshened up, she and I fell asleep on her large bed. Just before midnight, I woke up and in the dim light from the bathroom, I saw Bertha”s large boobs in the open-cup bra; gently, I fondled them and my cock became stiff.

Bertha mumbled, sleepily, “It feels good; love me, baby,” and, after turning on to her left side, raised her right leg.

I moved towards Bertha and slid my cock, past her buttocks, in to her still slick pussy. While fondling Bertha”s large boobs and pinching her nipples, I made love to her leisurely, resting several times. Bertha moaned continuously with pleasure and mumbled:

“Baby, this is great; you loving me in bed. But, I”m a little tired holding my leg up.”

Eagerly, I suggested, “Lie on your stomach. I love to feel your buttocks.”

Bertha cooed, “Now, you like my buttocks.”

I pulled out my cock; quickly, Bertha got comfortable on her stomach and angled up her open-crotch panties-covered ass sexily. Resting on my knees, I slowly pushed my cock in to Bertha”s pussy until my crotch was in touch with her meaty buttocks. The sensation of my cock deep in Bertha”s pussy and pressing my crotch on her cushiony buttocks was exquisite.

Some time later, she cooed: “Cum in me, any time,” and I did just that.

After a long day, I was exhausted and fell asleep.

SUNDAY MORNING IN BERTHA”S CONDO

I was still sleeping when I felt Bertha hug me, and kiss and rub my chest for a few minutes. When I woke up, I smelled coffee; I took a quick shower and went to the kitchen in my robe.

Bertha was dressed in a pink robe and fixing breakfast.

I said, “Good morning.”

When I hugged Bertha, she smelled of freshly applied perfume. As I kissed her neck, I whispered:

“You smell nice.”

Bertha cooed, “You looked so handsome in bed. I like having you in my bed. I showered while you were still sleeping,” and, giggling, added:

“Later, after breakfast, I”ll show you a new outfit I put on for you.”

I whispered, “Honey, you keep working,” and, I slowly unzipped and opened her robe:

She had on a tight tank top and panties, and silk slippers; she looked voluptuous and my cock hardened. I hugged her passionately, I whispered:

“You look lovely in pink; I want you,” and started to kiss her sexy cleavage and fondle her buttocks.

Bertha cooed, “I”m glad you like me in pink and want me; I want you too later. I am making an omelet for you”

I whispered, “I”ll love you, while you make the omelet,” and, while kissing her neck, lowered her robe and exposed her shoulders.

Bertha smiled, giggled, and said: “This will be interesting.”

While Bertha was trying to prepare breakfast, I removed her robe. Seeing Bertha in tight, open-crotch, panties and tank top made my cock grow; I hugged her from behind and poked my erect cock in to her voluptuous ass.

Bertha giggled and slowly wiggled her buttocks against my cock, and cooed:

“It”s grown harder and bigger.”

I mumbled, “I want a taste,” and, reaching around, slowly, I wiggled two fingers in to her pussy and gently massaged it and her clit; I found Bertha”s pussy was wet. I licked my fingers coated with her nectars.

Bertha cooed, “I”m wet, baby; I”ve been thinking of you.”

I mumbled, “Thanks,” and humped her buttocks searching for her pussy with my cock. Just about the time I placed my cock at her vaginal opening, Bertha cooed:

“Baby, I”ve to get a skillet for your omelet,” and wiggled out of my grasp, went to a cabinet, bent down, and started to look for one on a lower shelf. I realized Bertha had intentionally exposed her voluptuous, panties-covered buttocks; quickly, I stepped behind her, placed my precum-leaking cockhead at her pussy, and slowly pushed it all the way in.

Bertha moaned with pleasure, leaned on the stove, and cooed:

“Oooh. It feels good. I can”t make omelet like this.”

I said, “Forget it; scramble the eggs. I want to eat pussy,” and, after pulling out my cock and as Bertha squealed in surprise, I slid to my knees and licked her pussy.

Bertha”s cock-stretched pussy glistened in between her meaty buttocks in the day light from the large widow. After sitting on the step stool, gently, I pushed Bertha”s legs further apart and began to lick her nectars.

After a few minutes, Bertha cooed:

“Baby, I want to sit in your lap; watch you cum.”

After I sat on a chair, Bertha sat in my lap facing me, French kissed me, and kissed my hairy chest and arm pits. She cooed:

“I”m glad you got turned on,” and, giggling, added:

“This one”s for the road,” and, holding my erect cock firmly, slowly snaked it in to her juicy pussy.

As I hugged Bertha passionately and kissed her long neck, she cooed, “I”ll miss you, baby.”

I replied, “Me too; will be back Thursday evening.”

After Bertha fucked my cock for several minutes I felt Bertha tighten her pussy-grasp around my cock; she cooed, “Cum in me.”

As my climax rolled out, I leaned my head back with pleasure, and released several jets of cum:

“Honey, I”m cumming. Cummmming. Ahhhhhhhhh.”

Bertha went on to make scrambled eggs, while I toasted and buttered slices of bread; she also insisted that I eat an apple for breakfast.

After I cleared the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, I said:

“I need to change and go to work. Let”s go out for dinner Thursday tonight, at about six.”

Bertha nodded her head in agreement and said:

“Let”s go to a Greek restaurant,” and, giggling, added:

“I”ll be waiting for you; my pussy will be well rested and ready to go. Seriously, I have much work to do; I”ll call Rosa and find out how she”s doing.”

Later, I went to the plant to test the changes made in the production line at the plant; from there, I drove to Illinois and checked in to a hotel west of Chicago. Together with other employees, I worked very hard through Wednesday and helped solve the major problems. Although I was tired and busy, I called my parents and spoke with them for a few minutes to let them know I was well; I spoke a long time with Bertha and listened to her tell me how much she misses me.

THURSDAY WITH BERTHA

On Thursday morning, I left Chicago after the traffic towards the city subsided. Later, on the way to my apartment, I called Bertha and left a message to make dinner reservations. After taking a shower, I dressed informally, and, after picking up a bouquet of flowers, drove to Bertha”s condominium.

Bertha was dressed in a navy blue, sleeve less blouse, black skirt, dangling gold ear rings, and a gold necklace. She looked truly beautiful and voluptuous; I hugged her passionately and French kissed her. I said:

“You look lovely. But, I”m hungry.”

Bertha, cooed, “Me too.”

On the way to the restaurant Bertha inquired about my work in Chicago. At the restaurant, we sat side by side at a booth. While eating our dinner with wine, Bertha smiled and said softly:

“Baby, Rosa called last night. After a few minutes of talking, she said she saw your parents at a party; they told her you sounded very happy. When she giggled, I asked her what”s going on; she said “nothing” and asked me if I was coming to her 31st birthday party next month. I told her, I”ll let her know,”

After a pause, I held Bertha”s hands in mine, and said:

“Let”s go. I”ll go to the party as your date; we have been seeing each other for a while; it seems Rosa knows about us being lovers. I love to see my parents and Clarence.”

After we finished our dinners and were having coffee, Bertha started rubbing my right thigh with her left hand and my cock became stiff. When she felt the outline of my hard cock in my pants, she smiled shyly, and cooed:

“Baby, I”m done eating; after I use the bathroom, let”s go home. I missed you.”

I whispered to her, “Bring me your panties.”

Blushing, Bertha cooed, “Ok. They”re soaked with my juices.”

As I drove home, periodically, I smelled Bertha”s pussy odors in her red panties. As soon as we entered her condominium and Bertha closed the door, I saw above the living room window, a large sign on white paper, with red and blue borders:

“Welcome back, Ben.”

I said, “Thanks.”

Bertha cooed, “I missed you, baby.”

She pulled me to her and French kissed me; one kiss led to another, and soon I removed Bertha”s clothes to her underwear. Bertha looked beautiful without panties and voluptuous in the red, silk, demi bra, I gave her at Rosa”s home.

I slid to my knees and, after pushing my face in to her crotch, in haled her aroused sex odors mixed with perfume. Bertha cooed”

“Baby, take off your clothes,” and pulled me up. After I took off my clothes, she pushed me to lie on my back and straddled my face, surrounding it with her meaty thighs, and her pussy on my mouth. Having missed loving each other for several days, Bertha and I were mostly naked and made love several times during that weekend.

On Saturday morning, while I fixed pancakes for breakfast, I said:

“Bertha, it”s so nice to wake up in the morning next to you.”

Thoughtfully, she said:

“I know. Perhaps, you should move here.”

Happily, after I hugged Bertha, I said: “Yes. That”s a good idea.”