Cherry

Cherry

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Part of my widows series

Summary

Part of my widows series

Content

Submitted: May 01, 2018

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Submitted: May 01, 2018

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“I like how you’re nibbling my cock head and tonguing me while you’re stroking my shaft with your hand.” I whispered to Pamela Jean. She loved the sense of me describing what I was seeing, feeling, and enjoying.

Pamela Jean (PJ) was the perfect older Italian woman you would see on a TV cooking show. Large beautiful breasts, a big behind, dark hair and a sultry smile. Her smile lit up the room when I told her how good she was to me!

She might have been thicker then I was used to, but she was a red hot widow that wanted to have fun again.

PJ married her college professor who was seventeen years older then her during her senior year of college. I have to admit when she discussed him and their family to me, everything seemed normal except that her husband had an extreme fear of doctors and hospitals.

They had three sons together, the youngest was ten years old when her husband died from a massive heart attack on a canoeing trip. He never knew his arteries were clogged and his heart was a time bomb ticking.

 

PJ had to raise the three sons by herself and did an outstanding job. When her youngest was sixteen and done acting out his grieving, she began to date. She hated masturbating herself and she wanted a man to make her insides feel better then her vibrator.

 

“With your other hand go under my balls with your finger tips. It’s that area after the balls before my ass hole where my cock begins that you can feel my real nerve endings.” I instructed her.

She smiled with my dick in her mouth and then spit it out.

“Oh, like it’s your G spot!” she said.

“Yeah. Men and women have those places that make the whole orgasm more then a release. It’s a beginning, an end, time stops, and begins again,” I panted.

She took my cock back into her mouth and began stroking my dick with her right fist. Pull it up. Loosen, move the hand down. Pull it up, let the hand loosen, move the hand down. This was not done in slow motion! It was fifteen strokes a minute.

She tentatively moved her left hand to the area I requested while she continued to suck, made small bites on my penis head, and stroked my cock quicker.

“Add a little more pressure there,” I moaned

“Ah, you are zoning in on my release now,” I exclaimed.

PJ may or may not have been in new territory. She was the best reciprocating widow that I ever met.

She had thirty eight double D breasts that looked like those of a thirty five year old woman. While she was beginning to get me to come I was tweaking her nipples and looking up while she was doing me.

 

Her blue eyes looked down at me because I was under her on the bed. She was smiling as I watched her cheeks move with the movement of her tongue and the suction of her mouth. As she jerked me with her right hand, her left hand dug in to that nerve area I talked about.

Very quickly I began that extreme buildup of the itching and the luxurious scratching of my cock and she instinctively knew I had reached the point of no return.

My dick came out of her mouth.

“Come on. Let me see you shoot it in the air!” she dared me while stroking me more and more.

I was grunting, and moaning, and out my climax eruption flew. A stream of white jism streamed upward about a foot in the air. She kept pumping.

When she couldn’t get anymore out of me she put a finger in the pearl jam and tasted it with her tongue.

“Good stuff babe,” she said with a laugh.

PJ got a towel and wiped me off and quickly flipped over on her back for me to give her some payback with my tongue and mouth.

I spit in her pussy as I played with the lips of her vagina with my fingers.

 

My tongue worked on her clitoris. PJ had a “man in the boat” outside clitoris that was the size of a large cherry. It stuck out over a half inch when she was excited. I had seen many vaginas, vulva lips, and clitoris on many woman in my life, but this was a coup for me.

A female body part sticking out at least a half inch attached to the underlying stirrup of the hidden clitoris was a new revelation in female beauty in a female body.

 

When we first met, I kissed her fiercely in her car after our first date after we walked around her town and ate a meal sustained with a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

I called her about having a second date four days later and talked her into having phone sex. I used my best hypnotic voice to get her to move her hands down to her clitoris and do herself while I gave her the thrill of doing herself using her hands while listening to my decadent love voice. I heard her scream on my cell phone. If she was faking her coming, it didn’t matter.

We arranged after this over the cell phone aural connection to meet at my house to have oral and masturbatory loving at my home the coming weekend.

 

When she arrived we shared some wine and walked back to my bedroom and began to undress.

While undressing PJ said, “I hope you won’t be shocked or scared when you see my cunt. I have very large floppy vagina lips and my clit is very big. It must be my Italian genes, I don’t know. My sister’s clit is only a quarter the size of mine.”

“Let’s take a look,” I said.

She was down to her thong and she slowly lowered it from her pelvis.

I could see the moisture from her excitement pouring out.

PJ lay back on my bed, lifted up her legs and spread them.

Sure enough, there was a super clitoris. It was as large as a cherry and was sticking out of the smaller lips ready for a workout because of her excitement.

I think I shocked her because I was immediately on the floor on my knees with my mouth sucking that PJ thing. My fingers were massaging the large vulva lips and feeling for those nerve areas beneath.

PJ came in about two minutes while humping her hips off the mattress and twisted her legs around my head. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to. She vibrated her body and yelled as she came. Out from her pussy a fluid gushed in my face!

 

“Oh, I’m so sorry...I don’t know how that happened!” she gasped.

 

My first squirt woman was the one with the extra sized equipment!

 

PJ was fun and we had fun kayaking, hiking, movies, and of course the sex. On the floor, in the bed, her on top, me from behind….almost every way we could. PJ would often tempt me by partially stripping and sitting on the arm of a sofa. She would move her groin back and forth while smiling at me and licking her lips. She would then reveal that ready to love clit that had popped out ready for action.

 

The real problems arose when she didn’t feel any commitment from me for her. I made a mistake of not being particularly sympathetic when her mother died. PJ was always bitter about her mother when she explained how her mom was a hypochondriac, a complainer, and a verbal abuser of her father. PJ said she often had to fly up to “take care of business” at a moments notice. She said many a trip, date, or holiday was ruined.

I took this death as a relief for PJ and said very little about her grief because of the past history. A week later PJ got in my face and explained how upset she was in my reactions.

The other time I let her down was when we were planning to go out of the country. My passport expired, so I had to reapply. I sent in my birth certificate and other information only to find weeks later that the birth certificate had to have the parents names. Mine didn’t.

I went through the paperwork to get a birth certificate and we were close to trip time. We had to cancel, but had wisely purchased insurance. We got most of our money back.

A week later PJ gets in my face again saying that she was upset that I didn’t apologize for ruining our trip.

“I didn’t ruin our trip,” I said. “Bureaucracy ruined our trip.”

 

It was New Year’s Eve when we broke up. I thought we were going out together, the communications between us were bad, and she went out with her friends.

Cherry and I are still friends, but not the friends with benefits type. I still miss that clit!

“You’ve got the way to move it, Cherry!”


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