Sandy Ch. 03

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Sandy the Second day

I awoke to the smells of bacon cooking. My mind was blank for a second and then the memories of the day before flooded back. With a grin, I rolled over onto my back and stretched. It was a great day to be alive I though as I threw back the covers and headed for the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I paused at the bedroom door to watch Sandy as she moved around the kitchen cooking breakfast. She had on the short black silk bathrobe that was way to big for her. She had the sleeves rolled up and it was just about wrapped around her twice. Her short blond hair was tousled with that freshly fucked look.

She grinned as she glanced up and saw me standing there. “Good morning, did you sleep well? I know I sure did. I haven’t slept that well in a long, long time.”

With a smile, I walked over, picked her up, and sat her on the end of the counter. I kissed her softly on the lips and replied, “I think I died and didn’t move until I woke up.” I kissed her again a little more firmly.

When the kiss ended, I said, “I think I’ll turn off the stove and take you back to bed. What do you think of that idea?”

She grinned and replied, “Hmmm, that could be interesting. Breakfast will get cold though and I do need a shower first.”

I chuckled and kissed her softly before I said, “Okay, we’ll have breakfast first and then I’ll scrub your back for you. Then I’ll take you back to bed and get you all dirty again.”

She laughed and put her arms around my neck. “I think that sounds like a good plan to me,” she said. “Why don’t we grab a plate and the coffee and eat on the deck?”

I kissed her again and answered, “Okay, let me grab my robe.” I kissed her again and turned toward the bedroom.

I paused a second and asked, “That robe you have on, was out on the deck last night, wasn’t it?”

She giggled and replied, “Yes, it was. I was naughty and ran out there completely naked to put it on. It was early and I don’t think anyone saw me.” I just shook my head and went to get my robe.

When I returned, she had eggs, bacon, and toast on two plates and two cups of coffee poured. “I’ll come back and get the coffee pot and stuff,” she said.

I smiled and opened a lower cabinet to remove a large serving tray. “I think this will help.”

She grinned, “You’re a smart one aren’t you?”

I laughed and answered, “More of a smart ass.”

The sun was just above the treetops as we settled on the deck to eat breakfast. Sandy had untied the tie on her robe but kept it on, so I did the same. It was a cool morning but the sun was warming it up quickly.

We ate in silence, enjoying the peaceful morning. As I finished my food and poured myself another cup of coffee, I asked Sandy, “Well, what are you going to do about Paul? I know you love him and I hate to see the two of you break up. I also know he’s a hard man to get along with sometimes, especially if he’s been drinking, but he’s a good man and he loves you.”

She looked at me a moment and then took a deep breath, “I don’t know, I do love him but right now I don’t like him. The problem is that he’s always drinking and I’m tired of it. I’m tired of giving and giving and not getting anything back.” She sighed and took a bite of her eggs.

I nodded and said, “I know what you mean. I went through that with my last girlfriend for a couple of years. I beat my head on a wall until I had a headache and then it was too late to save the relationship, no matter what we did.”

We were quiet again until Sandy had finished eating. She stood up and looked at her empty plate for a second and then grinned at me, “You sure worked a miracle on my appetite. I haven’t eaten this much for breakfast in a very long time.” She stood there and stretched, first up onto her toes and then she lifted her arms high over her head.

The robe opened and closed, giving me glimpses of her small thin body. “You need to put a little meat on your bones,” I said, with a chuckle. “You’re a good looking woman now but another ten or fifteen pounds would fill you out and make you beautiful.”

She laughed and pulled the robe off. “It’ll take a hell of a lot more than a few pounds to make me beautiful,” she said, as she walked over to the lounge chair and lay down in the sun. “Oh, that feels good. I love to feel the warmth all over my body. It makes me tingle all over.”

As I watched, her nipples got hard and her sex opened slightly. Sandy has small breasts but the nipples are long and thick, they are also very sensitive. She is small at about five foot three and a hundred pounds, soaking wet.

Her waist is small and her hipbones protrude, which is where she needs some meat on her bones. I have always thought she was as cute as can be, a little pixie without the wings.

She opened her eyes to see me staring at her. She grinned as her eyes dropped to my lap and the hard on protruding through the open front of my robe. “You seem to like what you see. If Paul had reacted that way, canlı bahis şirketleri we would probably still be together.”

She glanced up at my face and then back down to my lap. “You know, I’m still a little hungry and I think I know what I want to nibble on.”

She sat up on the lounge chair and licked her lips. I chuckled and my manhood twitched at the sight of her tongue moving over her lips.

“Why don’t you lay down here and get comfortable. I want to take my time and enjoy this snack.”

I stood up and dropped the robe onto my chair. I moved over and lay down on the lounge chair, a leg on each side of it. Sandy sat on the end of the chair and leaned over on her elbows, her head just above my hard shaft. One of her hands cupped my balls as the other ran along the length of my dick.

“This sausage will take a lot of work to eat it all but I think it would be worth it,” she said, as she looked up at me and took a lick up along the hard length of meat she held in her hand.

“Do you like this?” She asked as she reached the tip.

“Oh yes, that feels good,” I answered as my stomach muscles tensed up.

She took another long slow lick and then sucked the head into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around and over the head. “Hmmm, I like that even better.”

She grinned around the dick in her mouth and turned her full attention to devouring it. I had no objections, none in the least. It was only a matter of minutes, before she had my hips moving in counterpoint to her bobbing head.

I placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered hoarsely, “If you’re not careful, you’re going to get a creamy surprise.”

She made a moaning sound in her throat that I could feel and continued to bob her head, as she massaged my shaft with her tongue and my nuts with her other hand. I could feel myself tensing up and then I was there, coming in her mouth. She moaned again softly and sucked me deeper into her mouth, her tongue fluttering all along my shaft.

Suddenly she came up for air and then sucked just the head back into her mouth, running her tongue around the head in firm circles. The feeling was exquisite, almost too much so.

After another moment or so, she popped me out of her mouth and grinned up at me. “I love that cream filling; it’s all protein you know. I could fatten up this way but you’d end up skin and bones, if I did,” she said with a laugh.

I chuckled along with her and nodded, “You’ve got that right. Well, maybe we could work on it until I lose this spare tire around my waist, what do you think of that idea?”

She laughed again and planted a kiss on the head of my dick. “I think I’d have some very sore jaw muscles by then. It’s almost as much of a stretch to get this thing in my mouth, as it is to get it in the other end. Speaking of which, I think I just ruined my chances of riding this thing again for a while.” She frowned for a second and then laughed, “I guess I could always try blowing it back up.”

I chuckled and said, “I don’t think that will work right now but I know it will later. Come on, get some sun, and relax.” I patted the lounge chair next to me.

Sandy sighed and planted another kiss on the now soft head, before moving over to lie on the other lounge. “Do you want some more coffee?” I asked as I got up to get mine.

“Sure,” she answered, “You know, I could get used to being asked things like that or at least knowing that I’m remembered as being around.”

I chuckled and replied, “It’s awful hard for me to forget a lady that just gave me such a wonderful blow job.”

She laughed and said, “I guess that’s true. Maybe I should have given Paul more of them.” She frowned for a second and added, “I probably would have if he could stay awake while I did. Have you ever heard of anyone falling asleep in the middle of one?”

I laughed and handed her, her coffee. “Nope, I never heard of that one.”

“Well, you have now. And people wonder why I’m leaving him? They don’t know about half the stuff I put up with. If they did, they wouldn’t wonder at all, they’d be telling me to run like hell.” She paused and looked up at me as I took a sip of my coffee.

She smiled and then she grinned, “I sure got wound up, didn’t I?”

I chuckled and replied, “Sometimes we all need to let it all out or explode. You’re no exception. I do it; everyone does it at one time or another.” I moved over and sat back down on the lounge chair.

Sandy watched me and then said, “Thank you for listening.”

Then she leaned the chair back farther and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I watched her and sipped my coffee for a little while, seeing her relax as the warm sun worked its magic. I smiled, as I turned back forward and relaxed myself.

I sipped on the cup of coffee from time to time and by the time, I had finished that cup and one more, the sun was beginning to get hot on my skin. The little bit of haze from earlier had burned off and canlı kaçak iddaa now the sun beat down from a crystal clear sky. Sandy had turned over a little earlier and I grinned as I looked over to study her slim back and tight little ass.

“Hey, did you go to sleep on me?” I asked.

“Not yet,” she said lazily. “I haven’t been this relaxed in a very long time. I’d almost forgotten how good it feels to just let the sun bake me.”

I chuckled and told her, “If we don’t put some oil on you pretty soon, you’re going to be broiled. That neon tan of yours will burn easily the first couple of time you get out in the sun.”

She lifted her head slightly and grinned. “Well, oil me up then.”

I got the tanning oil off the table and knelt down by her chair. She jerked slightly as I poured the oil onto her back and shoulders. I sat the bottle down and used both hands to rub the oil into her shoulders and upper back.

She made a humming noise in her throat and said, “Your hands feel good.”

As I worked the oil into her arms, which were above her head, she straightened her head and laid her forehead on the lounge. I worked the oil into the back of her neck, which brought out another hum.

I moved to the end of the lounge and lifted her feet so I could sit down straddling the chair. I placed a foot over each of my thighs and worked the oil on her upper back down to her waist and then onto her ass. I paused to dribble more oil on her ass and upper thighs.

When I went back to rubbing it into her ass, I let a finger from time to time, run lightly down the crack. I could feel the muscles in her ass cheeks tense each time I did so.

When I started to work the oil into her upper thighs, I let a fingertip or two, brush lightly against the puffy outer lips of her sex; her ass moved ever so slightly upward.

I worked on down her thighs and then onto her calves. I massaged the tight muscles of her calves and then applied the oil to her ankles and feet.

When I finished her feet, I grinned and reached up to run the edge of my hand firmly down the crack of her ass. She jerked at my first touch, but then she lifted her ass slightly as I continued to run my hand up and down between her ass cheeks. As the crack got increasingly slippery from the oil, my hand settled deeper and grazed across her anus, which caused her to jerk and to hum again.

“Oh, you like that do you?” I asked with a chuckle. She pressed her butt back against my finger as I rubbed it across the tight ring.

With a short laugh, I said, “I guess, that answers my question.”

As my fingertip penetrated the tightness of her ass, she wiggled her butt and whispered, “You know I like it, just remember what happened to that silver bullet, I’d hate for you to lose a fingertip.”

We both chuckled as I removed the finger and rubbed more oil over the opening. When I pressed my finger to it again, the finger moved slowly in to the first joint easily. Sandy gasped and lifted her ass higher, moving it in tight little circles.

“Oh, yes,” she said softly.

I worked the finger back and forth slowly, going a little deeper as she relaxed. By the time I had reached the second knuckle, her ass was flexing back and forth, as she helped me fuck her ass with the finger. She was breathing heavily and moaning softly by the time the finger was all the way in.

So far I had only touched her ass, now as I stroked the finger slowly in and out, I let a couple of the fingers on the same hand brush gently over her sex. Her ass bounced and circled harder as she tried to make firmer contact with my fingers.

I stood up and removed the finger from her ass. I took a hold of her hips and lifted them higher, until she was on her knees, her shoulders and head still on the lounge. I rubbed the head of my now hard dick along her short slit. As the spongy head bumped against her clit, she took a sharp breath and her hips jerked hard.

Sandy’s hand flew to my manhood. She took it from me and rubbed it along her slit and over her wet opening. She moved it on back to rub across her asshole. She paused there for a second or two and then groaned as she brought it back forward and again rubbed it in her open vagina.

When she had the head worked into the opening, she pulled forward on my shaft. I did not need a second invitation and slowly pressed forward, my shaft slowly sinking into her. Her hips went back to flexing and circling until I was fully seated in her sex.

Her slick oily ass cheeks rubbed against me as she pressed back firmly. She moaned softly and then whispered, “That feels so good; I just wish it was my ass you were so deep in. It wouldn’t fit, I know. If it did, I would probably die before you got all the way in. I’d come to death.” She ended with a husky chuckle as she bounced her ass off my hips and started to fuck herself on my dick.

“Oh yes!” she said sharply.

Up until now, I had held still, just my hands moving, running slowly canlı kaçak bahis over her slick back and ass. Now, I placed a hand on each hip and started to meet each of her movements with a short sharp thrust of my own. She groaned at the first smack of my hips against her ass.

After a couple dozen strokes she froze, only her hips moved in jerky short movements as she yelled, “Yes!” each time my hips spanked her ass.

I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, a virtual flood flowing around my shaft and down onto my balls. Then she came up on all fours and pressed back hard against me, her head thrown back, her back arched down, a loud incoherent sound coming from deep in her chest. Her sex was clasping at my shaft, as I plunged as deep into her as I could and held myself there.

Slowly she lowered her upper body back down to the lounge chair and sighed as a shiver ran up and down her body. She lay still for several seconds and then she sighed and said softly, “A girl could get used to coming like that, if she wasn’t careful.”

When I started to ease back out of her, she jerked and said, “No! Please don’t move.” She shivered again before she added, “I need to rest and relax for a few minutes first. I’m so sensitive right now, you wouldn’t believe it.”

With a smile, I ran my hands over her back and the upper swell of her ass. “I understand,” I said softly.

Leaning forward a little, I let my hands roam down her sides and then under her, to cup and massage her small breasts. The nipples were hard as they pressed against my palms. When I gently pinched her nipples between my oily fingers and thumbs, she gasped and shivered. As I rolled them around for a few seconds, her ass wiggled a little and she gasped again.

“Seems like I found something else you like.”

With a giggle she whispered, “There’s not much that you do to me, that I don’t like. Actually, I like it all but there are some things I like better than others.” She moved her hips a little and added, “And that I just love.”

I grinned and slowly pulled out of her, as a low groan came from her lips. I held onto her hips and slid the head up along the crack of her ass. She shivered and pressed back against me, forcing me deeper between her cheeks. I rubbed my shaft up and down for a moment, and then I moved back to grasp my shaft with my hand and to rub the head against the tight ring of her anus. She jerked forward slightly and then pressed back again.

Between the oil and her slick juices, there was enough lubrication for the head to pop through the tight ring of muscles. When it did, Sandy froze; a loud moan started deep in her chest and built quickly in volume. She shook and shivered all over for several seconds, until she was once again silent.

She did not move forward off the head of my dick, actually, she had ended up with an inch more inside her ass hole. As we both held still, she reached back and felt of the point we were attached. As her fingertip traced the tightly stretched flesh around my shaft, she shivered.

“I can’t believe that it’s really in me and it doesn’t hurt. Talk about your full feeling. Will it go in any farther?”

I moved my hips forward just a little and she jerked her hand away and groaned. As I held a gentle pressure against her, I slowly sunk into the tightness of her ass. I was over halfway in when she started to move forward. I stopped pushing and held still for a few seconds and then I pulled out an inch or so. She jerked and shook all over.

As she relaxed, I asked, “Are you all right? Should I stop?”

She shook her head and said hoarsely, “No, no, don’t stop, I’m fine. I’m just having these little sharp, orgasms, about every time you move one way or the other.”

I pressed forward and slowly sank even father into her as she shook and shivered, several times. By the time I was totally inside her, I figured she had had about a dozen small orgasms. My hips were tight against her ass cheeks, my manhood deep within the confines of her hot, tight ass.

I leaned over and whispered, “Guess what, you have a dick planted completely in your ass.”

She moaned a soft whimpering moan and whispered, “Oh God, I know. I can’t believe it. Just don’t move, please. If you do, I’m going to shatter into a million pieces.”

She took a couple of deep breaths and then she slowly moved her ass, sort of rolling it around. She jerked and yelled, as a large orgasm rolled over her body. Any small movement she made seemed to keep it going and going.

I was beginning to worry about her as she jerked and twitched for nearly a full minute. Then I did get worried, when she went limp. She did not fall anywhere as she was wedged between the back of the lounge chair and me, her knees wide enough to keep her from falling sideways.

When I started to pull out of her, her ass twitched and jerked, although she did not make a sound. Even after I was out of her, her ass jerked and rolled as if she were still attached to me.

I got her rolled over onto her back, once again laying on the lounge. Her pulse was rapid and her breathing fast and shallow. I had to assume that she had passed out. I squatted down next to her and called her name softly as I rubbed her hand.

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