Hi my names Christine (Chris to my friends) I'm thirty years old and married with a six year old son. I've never written anything before but felt I wanted to write about an experience I had recently.
About two weeks before the summer holidays a new girl started at our local village school and unusually she was brought to school by a male, I presumed her father. I saw him every day but didn't speak to him.
At the start of the new term in September we as parents had our usual monthly meeting, in school after dropping off our kids. In that meeting I learnt that the mystery mans name was Tony. After the meeting I started walking home and found that Tony was walking in the same direction, he had only ever driven away before. We joined up and got talking, mostly school things that had been mentioned at the meeting. When we got to my house I invited Tony in for coffee and he accepted.
We went into the kitchen-dinner and I put the kettle on. Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil I apologised to Tony for the way the school meeting had started. During informal talk before the meeting proper several of the mothers had been chatting about what they thought of the new head-master, in the sexual sense. Tony said it wasn't a problem. I told him it was just women and that he'd been the topic of the discussions prior to the holidays. He wanted to know what the ladies thought and I told him that they were complimentary.
He then asked what my opinion was and I told him that I had said I wouldn't kick him out of bed. We both laughed and then the conversation moved on. I told him that I was married to Nigel a company secretary who works in Cambridge and he told me that his wife Gill was a barrister working mainly in London but all over the country. I told him that Nigel was often away from home on business. We talked a little more and I then cleared the coffee things to the sink. Tony followed and stood behind me. "Just so you know I wouldn't kick you out of bed either," he said light-heartedly.
"I'd have to be in bed first," I replied flippantly.
"That's true," he carried on, chuckling to himself. "But if you were I'm sure we'd find plenty to do."
"And what might that be?" I replied teasingly and without thinking.
"Do you want me to tell you or show you?" he continued.
"Uhmmm.............. let me think," I replied trying to gain time to get my head together. This had turned more serious, but was still good natured. I suddenly felt his hand stroking my buttock through my leggings. "Tell me!" I uttered in shock.
His hands were now squeezing my buttocks. "Too late! Perhaps I'll have to tell you whilst I show you."
One of his hands was now stroking between my legs, it felt naughty, risky but nice. I turned to look at him and said in a hushed voice "Tony let's go to bed." I took his hand and led him through the bungalow to mine and Nigel's room. Once there, and as we were standing, Tony gave me a very slow passionate kiss. His tongue was exploring my mouth and I found myself responding likewise. Our lips eventually parted "Just be gentle."
"Don't worry Chris, we'll take it slow, we won't be doing anything you don't want. Let me undress you so I can see that gorgeous little body.I'm only small, five feet two with a firm 34A bust, which I am proud of. Tony removed my t-shirt and lowered my leggings; I was standing in black bra and panties. Tony unclipped my bra and removed it. "Lovely little tits with perky nipples," he said before squeezing each breast and suckling each nipple.
He led me to sit on the end of the bed. He removed his own clothes leaving on only his briefs. He pushed my knees and legs apart and knelt, on the floor, between them. He reached up and started pulling at my panties sliding them down to my ankles and off. "Nicely trimmed, ready for licking." With that he lowered his head and I felt his tongue parting my pussy lips and licking down towards my love hole. He was slow and gentle, unlike Nigel, taking time to lick my slit and probe into my hole. I was enjoying this. I could hear him slurping at my slit. I knew I was breathing deeper and moaning satisfaction.
"You're lovely and moist and taste good. Now to give your clit some attention." He pulled me open with his hands. "Mmmm, a nice sized clit, lets see if we can tease it out of its little hood." I flinched as his thumb and forefinger made the first contact, pressing either side of my button. "Lovely and sensitive, that's good." It felt fantastic; he was working my clit very slowly and gently. I then felt his tongue on my love button and he started licking. I'd never felt a sensation like it before it was so intense.
I found out later that he'd worked my clit until my glans was exposed from the hood before tonguing. He'd done it to make me extra sensitive. No one had ever played with me like this before and he was obviously well practiced and skilful. I wanted more of him and had started lifting my hips in order to push my pussy closer to his mouth. He was teasing me, gradually building me up before slowing his attentions and then raising me up again. He kept me going for ages and I knew the volume of my moaning had increased.
Eventually he did it, no more slowing, he was making me cum. It was a powerful climax that had the whole of my body shuddering and twitching involuntarily. I'd rarely climaxed like that before.
Tony stayed between my legs, until I'd regained my composure, slowly soothing me with his tongue and licking and tasting all my love juice. As he got to his feet he took my hands and raised me to sit on the end of the bed. He lowered his briefs. "I want you to get me nice and hard," he instructed as I looked at the extremely fat, semi flaccid, circumcised cock that was in front of me. I could also see a pair of very large balls, surrounded by a mat of dark hair. I took hold of his cock in my right hand and gently rubbed it up and down, he was certainly a 'big boy'. I cupped his balls in my left hand, they were sizeable and heavy. As he started to harden I lowered my mouth and took his substantial cock head inside. That first taste was wonderful as I licked my tongue all over it.
I was apparently satisfying him if his little sighs of pleasure and rapidly hardening cock were anything to go by. I could no longer close my fist around his shaft. I have since discovered that his length matches his girth, both at an incredible eight inches and his cock head accounts for a little over two inches of his length. I have quite a small mouth and I knew I wasn't going to get much more than the head in comfortably, although I do enjoy deep-throating lesser sized appendages.
I was sucking on his head and letting my saliva slip down and cover his shaft which I was stroking with both hands. After a lengthy bout of sucking Tony pulled away a little and his cock left my mouth. "Squeeze it from the bottom up," he instructed. I did as requested and after repeating a few times I was rewarded by seeing some clear shiny liquid ooze out of his tip. It was a quantity of pre-cum which I eagerly licked off, it tasted good. "Do you want me to rubber up?" he questioned.
"No, 'au naturelle' is fine with me," I replied. I wanted his big cock without any constraints.
