I did know a good ‘slut’ gives themselves to the needs of the person standing before them and my mind went to the sexual nature of this transaction AND the need for this man for me to be me.
“Instinctively I want to find out what’s behind the robe,” I dropped to my knees, my hands running over the cloth, feeling the limp flesh below, it was above average flaccid. I parted the robe, Randle let it fall back over his shoulders.
“Trust your gut, that’s where ‘you’ reside,” he said, pushing his hips out, dangling his limp flesh.
My hands were now on his hairy legs, dark black hair, athletic legs, some softness around the midsection, a barrel chest making him look like he was a lineman on a football team.
Randle had showered, the smell of the body wash pleasant as I moved my mouth upwards. I placed his age around 55 my lips opening and taking his sack into them, the limp cock against my cheek. I liked the thinned out pubic hair, I fought to get one separated, it in my mouth, my right hand under this thigh, the left, playing with the spongy cock flesh void of any rush of blood.
“Mmmmmmm,” Randle cooed, he was positioned against a bar in the side room he alone got access to use.
His legs widened.
My mouth took his entire sack in, both turning and swapping places in my mouth, my right hand now brushing over his taint, pushing his hole slightly, purposefully not entering, trying to gauge what this man wanted.
“Ohhhhh, Melanie….” He sighed in approval, I rubbed my finger to the edge of his hole, popped out his balls and now was sucking just below them on his taint. “Mmmmmmm.”
To my disappointment his flaccid cock was just deflated flesh in my hand, I was enjoying the challenge. My mouth moved to his hole, sucking and licking there, getting more moaning and sighs from the big, muscular man. In my hand his ‘status’ didn’t change and I moved up off his underside. I stuffed all of the skin, deflated and laying there, into my mouth, looking up at him, he had an indifferent look in his face.
He petted my hair, reaching down and with a hand under my arm pit coaxed me up off of my knees, releasing his cock to dangle. He had a broad smile, while I looked up out of the top of my eyes, then down in defeat.
“You are a sweet, my age, right?” Randle asked.
“Yes, yes ss…Randle,” I said, again looking down.
“Where does sexy reside, Honey?” he asked me, I noticed a little drawl in his voice.
“I guess, I…”
“Come one, stop and think for one minute.” Randle said, hands on his hips, naked and strong. “You’ve been suckin’ and fuckin’ so much you’ve turned off the most important thing.
“Sexy is what the mind makes sexy,” I replied, remembering the whole ‘I’m responsible for my own orgasm’ days.
“Let’s sit, have a drink and talk,” Randle said, motioning to the coffee table with the loveseat, couch and three chairs. “Sophie, come on over too and pour us all a shot of whiskey.”
She gathered three rocks glasses, poured a little over a shot into all three bringing them over while I slid down next to Randle. I placed an arm and hand on his tricep up to his shoulder and leant into his strong body, my head cuddling into his chest.
I stared at the rocks glass, him handing it to me, Sophie picking up hers. I smelled the oaky hard smell, one that usually made me gag, he held his up, I did to without lifting my head until I had to toss it back.
“To engaging the most sexual part of the body, the BRAIN!” he announced late, after we drank. I was a combination tired, hungry, sore, injured and my focus was too broad at the moment. He was petting my hair and sensed exactly what he should NOT do and ask me a deep question. Instead he fired one to Sophie.
“Hey Sunshine,” he barked over to her, legs crossed from where my head had slid to could see tuffs of public hair under her pussy lips. The whiskey on an empty stomach immediately began to give me a buzz. “Describe your beautiful self in your early 20s and the most romantic time of your life.”
She had brought the whiskey bottle over, poured some in her glass and reached over to refill Randle’s, correctly sensing I was not interested in a second. Her breasts dangled old at first, though seeing the nipples come at us, and her confidence was sexy as hell, I looked into his lap and his face. Randle’s cock didn’t react, but his smile and attentive gaze on her body did.
“You have to remember I was a teen when the 60s started.” Sophie’s eyes were distant, seeing herself. “My parents were conservative, Dad a banker Mom a housewife, I took advantage of them being distracted, Dad into his business, Mom had four younger kids to raise.”
“Where you a flower child then?” Randle asked, hoping for something deviant.
“I had my circle of friends, oh we were prim and proper at school,” Sophie said, strutting around, her hips swaying, her bush becoming more alluring. “We knew where the parties were, and who the ‘dangerous’ guys were. I dated my share.”
“Interesting, go on,” Randle said, sensing this was building up, my hand stroking his limp cock, wanting life, hoping Sophie would spark something before it was my turn.
“I met a dangerous young man my junior year at the University of Iowa,” she said, her hand moving hair aside, then down to her breasts, circling her nipples. “He was from New York and do you know what happened in New York in 1969.”
“Woodstock!” I shrieked, immediately seeing her as a black and white photo, naked in a field, listening to the icon bands that played over that amazing stretch of days.
“Christos and I went to Woodstock, correct,” she said, sensing there was not enough time to tell the whole story. “I was gorgeous, he was a hunk, Greek a dark complexion, a rower for the university. He drove one of those classic cliche’ VW vans. Come over sometime Mel and I will tell you the stories of the sex, multiple times a day.”
“Go on, give us one example,” Randle said, my hand under his balls, squeezing them, he leant down and kissed me gently, she skipped over to her phone and was scrolling when she began to talk again.
“We had a roof, and there was rain, in fact I wasn’t in this icon photo, but I was to the right,” from her phone she showed us a black and white picture it was raining, there was a pond and naked people all around. “These two here, along with a couple we had been hanging with, spent two rain soaked nights, sharing inside the van, not caring that we could touch each other while making love.”
“What was most memorable about those nights,” Randle said, I moved up to his lap, curled into his strong arms.
“Christos was an amazing lover with stamina, and he would carefully whisper into the other women’s ears, while their man was deep inside them and he deep inside of me,” Sophie said, smiling, her hand on her clit now, rubbing fast. “He would ride me, ride her, Jarius would ride me and the other women would come and lay beside me, kiss my cheek if finished, kiss my lips. I tasted by first woman in that van that first night, mixed with the deposits of Christos and the other two.”
“Christ, that’s hot,” Randle said, his hips moving upwards, I felt a poke. “Details, tell me about how that first time happened….Ohhhh”
“Cynthia was laying beside me, a young African-American woman, chocolate skin, dark nipples that were perfectly shaped like a Hershey’s Kiss,” I felt Randle’s cock rise and fill, it was thick and the head pushed against my pussy lips. “Christos was building up speed, moving in and out of my body, he was longer than most, he just knew…knew how…ohhhh”
I looked to see Sophie’s fingers buried in her hole, slipping into a soft chair, leaning back, getting deep into herself. I felt Randle slip up into me, he didn’t begin to thrust or buck, just letting himself merge with my flesh.
“Randle…ohhhh, baby…mmmm” I whispered, not wanting to interrupt Sophie.
“Again and again, Christos pounded away, sending me into oohhhhhorrgasms and after orgasm,” Sophie moaned, three fingers deep her hand and arm finding spots. “He thhthhhen, ohhh, he pulled out and sunk his cock deep into Cynthia, and exploded inside her, pushing deep, her eyes and mouth wide open, he almost convulsing.”
“Jesus Christ, please go on,” Randle said, his hips now moving his dick 2-3 inches in and out at a time, I felt him grow in strength and length.
“Christos pulled off of her, and took my hand, kissing me and led me to between her legs. You could hear Jarius, her man, satisfying the another gal, Gennie, a rhythmic pounding of sighs coming from her body, I believe Jarius had shared Cynthia with Joshua, who watched him take Gennie….Ohhhhhh…mmmmm”
Randle pulled out of me, turned me around so I was facing Sophie and entered me from behind, squatting some before sitting back. I used my legs to rise up, his shaft now expanded, getting more of me in this position that Donnie could in missionary.
“Ohhh God, Randle…mmmmm” I said a little louder.
“OHhh, annnyyhhhhway…ohhh, I was led to Cynthia’s body by Christos, whispering affirmations, asking me to taste her and our lovemaking, petttinghhhhohhhh oh GOD…Ohhhh YEEESSSS!!,” Sophie orgasmed to her hand and to her memory. “The scent and flavor, never reproduced, my tongue inserting, my lips sucking…ohhh, I spent a lot of time exploring, Christos turning her over, she on her knees, my face buried there.”
“MMmmmm Sophie, keep going,” Randle moaned, now pushing us both up to standing, his cock sliding deeper inside, hands on my hips
“YESSSS!!!! OH! RANDLEEEE!!!” I came, the juices flooding out over his cock, it sliding deeper and faster.
“Mmmm, yes…My ass was in the air and I felt the strong, large hands of Cynthia’s man Jarius there and he quickly slid his massive cock into me. I had attempted to suck it earlier, it was 10″ and thick, he pushed it deep while I was consuming the cream pie now drizzling out of her in the new position.”
“OHHHhh Sophie, tell me more, I’m getting closer,” Randle exclaimed, my breathing had slowed after my climax then picked back up, he was now slamming my hips back to his.
“Ohhh Baby, it was my turn Jarius fucked me a long, long time,” Sophie said, she watching us now, imagining she was watching herself with Jarius. “He finally came and immediately following Joshua plunged his modest cock inside of me and it didn’t take him more than a few minutes and filled me up…”
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