The Frankness of Frank

[bewareoflizzy]

"We passed the joint back and forth two or three times and I was in heaven. The sun, the sea, this private cove, my body aching to feel him inside of me were all conspiring to cause dramatic action. I knelt down in front of him, topless and face flushed, and started removing his swim trunks. He looked at me startled but obviously extremely turned-on by my boldness. I stared into his eyes defiantly as I slowly slipped his bottoms over his hips and down his legs. Then, there it was. The appendage I had been fantasizing about in recent weeks.

There were only two men who had exceeded my expectations in the cock department, Farshad and Jim. Farshad was a frequent customer who came through my checkout at the supermarket I worked at during college. An Iranian, he intrigued me with his dark looks and devilish smile. I would blush and turn down his invitations to have a drink at his apartment. I was engaged to an Italian and didn't want to stray. But, something struck a cord in that rebellious spirit of mine and when Nick went off to National Guard camp for two weeks, I succumbed to his latest overtures. I arrived early in the evening and sat in his living room with him and his roommate. Before I knew it we were smoking pot and I was very stoned. Right in front of his roommate, he took me by the hand and led me into his bedroom. He closed the door and started kissing me and pulling my top over my head. My bra disappeared and I was lying on his bed with his mouth devouring my breasts. His hand slipped inside my shorts and two fingers probed my already sloppy vagina. I had great sex with my fiance but this was another level of sheer lust. I felt my shorts coming off and I lifted my behind when he tugged at my panties. Soon I was naked and at his mercy. I never wanted to be fucked so badly. What was wrong with me? He stood over me and took off his shirt, then unbuckled his pants. As they dropped to the floor he started removing his trunks and I gasped. I didn't know something like that could be so big. It had to be near 12 inches long and as thick as a pipe. He smiled and said 'Don't worry. We'll take our time'.

It was the first time I had seen an uncircumcised penis. It scared me at first but I soon delighted in his foreskin rubbing against my clit. He proceeded to tongue me and make me scream from his expert tongue that delighted every fiber of my cunt. His fingers probed and stretched me out preparing me for the inevitable. I was creaming like never before and wondered why this didn't happen with my fiance. Gasping in his bed, I grasped the sheets as he licked and sucked. I begged him to fuck me, amazed at myself for making my wishes known. He rose and got on the bed, hovering over me with me pleading for his cock. He slid up and down my canal but didn't penetrate me at first. I groped, I gasped, I begged even more, throwing all caution or propriety to the wind. I was desperate to have him inside me. He rubbed his crown against my vulva. I lurched to meet him. His thickness already felt overwhelming and I was only getting his first inch. I raised myself off the bed and held his neck in a vise grip. He drew back for a second and then plunged into my sopping pussy. The feeling was euphoric. He filled me like no other, much less my fiance. This is what sex was supposed to feel like, I thought. His rock-hard cock started a rhythm that made me call out in agony and ecstasy. I was a foot off the bed hanging on for dear life and wanting it to never end. He penetrated me to my deepest parts. He moved with experience and erotism that I had never experienced. My first orgasm exploded all over his thick cock and made me only want more. He turned me over and pulled me back exposing my backside. I willingly showed him my pussy and asked him to fuck me again. He entered me and we fucked like two dogs in heat, him in complete control, me having spontaneous orgasms over and over again.

I would only be with him twice that summer.

Then there was the infamous Jim, who came on to me fifteen years later when I was married, 35, and had two kids. I thought my wilding days were over. We made love on his living room couch and the condom broke. I was petrified and knew I had screwed up my life forever. My husband consoled me and only encouraged me to pursue this extramarital adventure. It took some time but I eventually visited Jim again, late after work on a Friday night at his apartment where we would drink wine instead of tea and fuck our brains out in his bed. He was the only one who compared to Farshad and I literally became addicted to his 11"-12" thick cock that could make me cum on demand.

Now, I was staring at a beautiful, sculpted dick that had to measure 10 inches and was as thick as any other. It was in perfect proportion to his athletic body and I was turned on by the visual and the physical. I took his cock in my hand and stroked him, smiling devilishly. I said "Now I have you where I want you". His answer was "I surrender".

I proceeded to give him a blowjob he won't soon forget. I lavished saliva up and down his shaft and gave his beautiful head a swirling mix of tongue and soft lips driving him crazy. He suggested we move down to his cabin. He led me to his below deck boudoir, him naked and me only in my red bikini bottoms. We kissed standing by the queen size bed and his fingers slid down my lower abdomen. He teased me mercilessly and I felt shades of Farshad, which only excited me more. Laying me on my back on his comfortable bed, he removed my skimpy bottoms and tenderly started kissing my vaginal lips and swollen clitoris.

My verbal encouragements started immediately. This 48 year old former college lacrosse player needed no instructions or tutoring. He was as experienced a lover as any I had been fortunate to be with. His tongue made me whimper and moan as he took me up the stairway to heaven. I held his head as I orgasmed all over his mouth. He made me gush. I begged again for the third man in my life to "fuck me, fuck me now".

He did as I asked and we melded together like long, lost lovers. I told him I knew it would be this good the first time I met him. I knew we would become lovers the first time we had a drink together on the cruise. He said he knew it, too. We made blissful love for almost an hour before he unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside of me. I reminisced that I hadn't felt this since Jim.

[bewareoflizzy]

"So, there we were, both topless, gorgeously stoned, laughing, and passing the re-lit joint back and forth. We were energized, surrounded by this tropical paradise. He would pass the J back to me and look surprised that I was taking yet another drag of the aphrodisiac. I told him I had a high capacity for ganja and loved the feeling it gave me. I gave him a devilish smile and said "It's making me really horny". We finished our lovely champagne and he took me by the hand and led me down under to his cabin. Mahogany, brass, soft colors, comfortably sexy. We kissed for a minute and then I excused myself to his adjoining bathroom. I freshened up and applied an indecent amount of the scandalously red lipstick to my mouth. I was ready.

I walked back out to his cabin and found him leaning against his bar looking so dapper. I had noticed the growing bulge in his shorts as we cavorted out on the deck and now it was even more obvious. I sat down on his queen size bed and motioned for him to come over. I told him I wanted to give him a special treat before he made love to me. He looked at me in wonderment as he complemented me on my luscious red lips matching my bikini bottoms. It was rather sexy. I reached for the waistband of his trunks and slowly lowered them as I stared into his lustful eyes. My wonder knew no bounds as his gorgeous cock made it's debut to my widening eyes. If Farshad and Jim were 11"-12" and thick, he was a good 10" and equal in girth. I wondered if I could still accommodate such a monster inside of me. It brought back memories of delirious sex as a young woman in my 20's and 30's. Would this still work for a 68 year old mature woman? I again stared up into his eyes and oh so softly licked the tip of his cock teasing him. His cock was engorged and ready but I was in no hurry now. I licked and scratched his shaft with my red nails then slowly engulfed his head with mouth and soft lips. He was blown away. I told him pot makes me very horny and can make me a wonton woman. I told him I loved to suck cock when stoned and his was a beautiful cock indeed. I proceeded to give him a blowjob worthy of a King. He held my head close as I gripped his buttocks and ministered to him. He stopped me and pushed me back on our love bed. As I gazed at his beautiful face and body, he slowly pulled down my bottoms revealing my soft, blond hair surrounding a moist, engorged vagina. He laid down beside me and kissed me. His fingers drifted over my mound and I involuntarily rose from my position. He moved down to lavish praise on my waiting breasts. I whimpered surrendering to his every move. He inserted one finger inside me and I gushed fluid all over him. Two fingers and I was starting to moan. All I could say was " please...please". He moved his mouth down to my abdomen then oh so achingly slowly to my clitoris. I thought I would die.

[bewareoflizzy]

"He swirled his tongue expertly around my clit then ran it down one side of my vaginal lips and up the other. He held my legs up and ran his experienced tongue from my anal opening slowly up to my hood again. Up and down and all around. It was heavenly. I couldn't get enough.

Marijuana has always made sex 10 times more enjoyable and sensuous than normal. No wonder I've always wanted to be stoned before sex. It makes me crazy for cock. The feelings when a well-endowed lover is inside of me are just incredible. Mark continued to drive me crazy with his talented tongue until I loudly begged him to fuck me. I knew I was close to an orgasm but I wanted him inside of me when it happened. We moved back on the bed and he towered over me looking like the conquering warrior and me imploring him to give it to me. I fondled his cock and felt how hard it was. Shades of yesteryear with Jim. He slowly moved over me and our copulation slowly began...very slowly. His massive cock needed to stretch me like a snake entering his lair. His crown penetrated as I rose to meet him. He withdrew slightly then pressed further. My vaginal juices lubricated him and made movement easier. He was sinking inside of me with my pelvis spread to it's limit. I gulped as he took possession of my cunt. It filled me, it shocked me with it's length and girth, it made me his. I opened my eyes when he was deep inside and I gasped and asked him to fuck me. This was the most incredible feeling. He leaned on his elbows and started a rhythm that had me gasping and begging for more.

Mark was a gifted lover and we made exquisite love on his floating bed. He made love to me as well as Jim or Farshad or anyone else I've been with. I couldn't believe my good fortune at this late age. I came and came on his rock hard cock as he showed me what stamina he possessed. I told him how beautiful all this was and I wanted him to make love to me again and again. After probably an hour or more he kissed me passionately, our tongues engulfed each other's, and I felt streams of his jism pulsating as he deposited his seed deep into my canal. We collapsed on his pillows and cuddled. I told him what an amazing lover he was and knew we would end up here as lovers. He again agreed and said he also knew there was a connection and hoped for this day.

For some crazy reason, I started telling him about Jim. How a 26 year old single cook at the restaurant I waitressed at turned this 35 year old married, mother of two, inside out. How huge he was and how he made love to me. How I fell in love with him, but time and age tempered my feverish lovemaking with this lover boy. But, I had to tell Mark that this was comparable to those heady days of wine, pot, and fucking with abandon.

He delighted in my story and told me his own. When he was 18 and working in a supermarket, there was an older, married woman that shopped there regularly. She was a professional woman who dressed fashionably every day. Whenever she passed thru his checkout lane they would chat and he found her very friendly. He fantasized about her as 18 year olds are wont to do. She was very attractive and seemed to have a very good life. He learned her husband was a big time businessman, traveled a lot, and seemed consumed with his career. They became very comfortable with each other and he considered her a friend despite the fact that she was 10 years older, which was a huge gap at that early stage of life. When he told her he was leaving for college in a week, she seemed crestfallen. She told him he had to come over the next night for a congratulatory drink. He was shocked but gladly accepted. Nervously, he knocked on the door of her nearby home and was greeted by a vision. She looked especially beautiful and he couldn't help himself and told her so. She was immensely flattered. They sat on her couch and he noticed her nipples protruding thru her sheer white blouse. She poured them both a full glass of wine and the dance began. She would laugh at his comments and touch his arm affectionately. Their conversation never lagged and the wine continued to flow. Her hand moved to his thigh as they both felt the effects of the wine and the inevitable reason he was there. She told him that her husband was rarely home and she needed a friend. Their first kiss was magical and they fell into each other's arms. He would be invited into her bed that night and many more nights thereafter. Their affair would continue for years until he moved far away for his business opportunities. She would die of a brain tumor years later.

[bewareoflizzy]

"We lounged in each other's arms basking in the knowledge of our mutual affairs early in life. Mark rose to take a quick shower and I watched his naked, athletic body move gracefully into his bathroom. He emerged clean and groomed once again and asked if I wanted to do the same. I did, and the cool water felt good cascading down my body as I soaped up. I felt rejuvenated and applied that rich, red lipstick once again. Mark was out on the deck sitting naked on the cushions waiting for me. I slipped out of the bottoms I had put on again and emerged naked as he. My red lips once again tantalized him and soon we were kissing and falling back on his soft cushions on the back of the boat. I found his cock already growing to a nice erection and this only fueled my own desire. I stroked him as he lay back, taking the initiative. He needed little encouragement. I once again took his member into my soft, wet mouth and pleasured him. He made it obvious that he wanted me and I swung my leg over his hips and guided him into me once again. Now, we were outdoors, reveling in the tropical sun, taking the measure of each other, and taking each other to higher and higher heights. We kissed as I rode his staff proudly. There was no time, no worldly concerns, and no inhibitions. I fucked him hard and he gave me his best. My cries echoed against the rocks in the cove that we knew no one would ever hear. Our mutual orgasms culminated in my collapsing onto his chest and falling asleep in his arms. We would watch the sunset with his muscular arms wrapped around mine and bask in the wonder of it all.

We sailed home in the dusk promising to do this again.