TRUDY’S AWESOME NIPPLES

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TRUDY’S AWESOME NIPPLESIn the mid-sixties, I lived in a house with 7 light housekeeping rooms. Four up and three down. The only bathroom was upstairs. My room was upstairs. I had lived there for two years when in July a buxom lady moved in downstairs. I was immediately interested. The first chance I got I engaged her in conversation. Her name was Trudy. She had just graduated from high school and moved to the city from the farm. She got a job with the city’s utility department. She did not have a boyfriend. My hormones were raging and I wanted to get into her pants as soon as possible. As it happens there was an illusionist, Reveen, performing at the Capitol theatre on Friday night. I asked her if she was interested in going with me. She said she was interested. We made arrangements to go from our house. It was within walking distance. One of the advantages of living downtown. The show was good and we were royally entertained. Afterwards we went to her room and she made us coffee. Her room was a little bigger than mine so we sat side by side on her couch. My room only had a bed, no couch. I soon had my arm around her and she had her head on my shoulder. We kissed and she was a dam good kisser. Nothing too intense but very sweet and enjoyable. We didn’t make out too long as she resisted all of my attempts to get a hand inside her blouse. Her tits were very nice, big too from what I could ascertain. Before I went upstairs I asked her if she wanted to go the movies tomorrow night. She said sure and we decided on going to El Cid. The movie was good and afterwards we again went to her room. We sat on her couch and kissed and hugged. It was a little more intense and I got to feel her boobies a bit over her bra and sweater. She wouldn’t let me get my hand under her sweater though. We didn’t see one another on Sunday as she was going home with her older married sister and her husband. Monday morning I had to go out of town and I didn’t see her until Friday. After unpacking, showering and eating supper, I went down and knocked on her door. She gave me a hug and a light kiss. Encouraging, I thought. It was a warm pleasant night and we went for a walk in the park. We again went to her room and she made coffee. Our kissing on the couch was a bit more intense this time and I got a good feel of her boobies. Albeit outside her clothing. I did move my hand under her sweater a couple of times and she was a good sport about denying bahis firmaları my attempts to get at her boobies. While we were kissing, I moved her on the couch so we were laying down face to face. Some more kissing and I manoeuvred her onto her back with me beside her. My lips rained kisses on her neck, ears and arms. She liked it. I’d lightly kiss her eyelids, neck, lips,  ear, etc.  While I caressed her thusly, I was able to get my hand under her sweater and inside her bra. It was a tight squeeze to move my hand over her breast and pass over her nipples but she liked it and was kissing me with more passion. I boldly lifted up her sweater and her bra over her breasts. The sight amazed me. Her nipples were long and surrounded by a wide dark aureole. My lips latched onto a nipple and kissed and tugged it to rigidity. I kissed and licked her aureole all around her nips. She loved it. She was softly purring and moaning. Her legs were parted enough so that my leg was between hers and my knee rubbing gently against her pubic mound. I kissed and sucked on one nipple while my hand rubbed and tugged on her opposite one. They were soon at their maximum arousal and over an inch long I thought. They were thick too. My lips and mouth devoured one while the other one was caressed by my free hand. I gave her a deep kiss with lots of tongue and moved my hand down to her belly and below. My fingers reached inside her panties and down to her pubic hair. I played with her hairy mount. My index finger reached lower and rubbed her pussy lips. She was hot and wet. My index finger pressed against her pussy lips and entered slightly. Rubbing her clit and pushing in and out of her pussy caused her hips to push and thrash around on the couch. She was gasping and suddenly her hips arched upwards and she climaxed. As she came down from her climax, I continued to gently stroke her pussy lips. Her breathing returned to normal. I got up and moved between her legs to pull down her slacks and panties. She grabbed my hands and wouldn’t let me. She didn’t want sex. Needless to say I had a severe case of blue balls. Reluctantly I went up to my room and promptly jerked off. In the morning, I jerked off again. Saturday we had no plans and I didn’t phone her or knock on her door. Mid afternoon, I showered and went to the bus depot for a burger with a co-worker. When I got home, the bathroom was occupied, Dam, I really had to piss. My room had a sink, kaçak iddaa I assumed all the rooms did. I relieved myself in it and ran the water to flush it down properly. I changed into my pj’s and a t-shirt and I was watching tv when there was a soft knock on my door. She was standing there in her bathrobe, having just showered. I gave her a hug and kissed her briefly. She looked pleased to see me. I welcomed  her inside and we sat side by side on my bed. As we kissed I nudged her onto her back with me beside her. I ascertained right away that she was only wearing her bathrobe. She had no bra on, no panties and no nightgown. I gathered she was horny, lol. Her breasts and nipples were soon in my grasp. They responded instantly. I pulled on one nipple with my lips and on the other with my fingers. They stood at attention. I switched breasts with my lips and fingers and pulled and tugged until they were engorged to the maximum length and thickness. She was loving it, moaning, gasping softly, hips squirming on my bed. Her robe had parted and my hand reached downwards to her pussy. Imagine my surprise. She had shaved and was bald down there. I slipped my index finger along her pussy lips. She was again hot and wet. My finger pushed gently in and out. Her breathing quickened and so did her hip movements. I slipped a second finger inside her pussy while my thumb caressed her clit, gently rubbing it back and forth. She was close to cumming and before that happened, I pushed my pj’s down, got between her legs and slowly pushed my cock into her pussy. When I was fully inside, I rotated my hips around in a circle. She pushed back and gradually, we developed a pattern of thrusts, in and out. Her back arched and her hips thrust up as she orgasmed. Once she calmed down, I just lay on her and circled my hip movements around and around. I kissed her boobies and sucked on her nipples, first one, then the other. Soon she was grinding her hips against me and her hands grabbed my butt urging me to move in and out. We established a frantic rhythm until she came again. I reached into the drawer on my nightstand and fumbled around for a condom. Finding one, I opened it, pulled out of her pussy and got my condom on. Re-establishing my cook in her hot pussy, I commenced thrusting in and out. My movements were matched with hers. The closer we got to cumming, the more frantic and urgent our thrusting. She came, shuddering mightily. I went kaçak bahis off shortly thereafter. Our hips ground against each other while our passion subsided. In a few moments she urged my weight off her. She sat up and pulled her robe around her. I pulled up mp pj’s and we sat there hugging for awhile. When she got up to go, I walked her downstairs. We hugged and kissed at her doorway and I went back to my room. Saturday she went home with her sister and her husband. She got back Sunday about 8:00. I gave her a few moments to get settled and went down and knocked on her door. I had no idea that what was to follow would be such a fucking disaster.She was not happy and resisted my attempts to hug her. She was sobbing and it was hard to find out what the problem was. Eventually, I got the answer. Her nosy sister had wheedled and pestered her about our relationship. Under such pressure she gave in and told her that we had fucked. Her sister went on a raging tirade about saving herself for marriage, she told her parents and they marched her off to confession Sunday morning. The priest went off on her too in the confessional and raged and vented about sex before marriage, sex being a big sin, etc and etc. Between sobs she wouldn’t relent, we had to stop. After she’d quieted, I was able to get out of her that, yes, she’d been fucked before and had stopped going to confessional. When her mom asked her why, she said he smelled bad and she couldn’t stand to be the close to him. Her two girlfriends, Gail and June, had been fucked in grade 9 and so she wanted to do it too. It wasn’t very good and she didn’t fuck again until grade 10. In grade 11 she was fucked by 2 guys. She hadn’t enjoyed it much then either. In grade 12, an older guy fucked her about 10 times. She didn’t like it in the beginning but he had more experience and he started to go down on her before fucking her and she did like that and climaxed each time. Then he joined the service. She hadn’t been fucked again until we fucked on Friday night.  I tried to reason with her and urged her to continue and not tell anybody. She would not budge. Nothing worked, I could not change her mind. She was adamant. She moved out of the house at the end of the month and I lost track of her until the following summer. I saw her walking in the park and we stopped and talked briefly. She still worked for the city. She was engaged and was getting married next year.I congratulated her and slyly asked her if she wanted to come over for a visit. I’d break open a bottle of wine to celebrate her upcoming nuptials. She laughed and declined. Not even for old times sake? No, she replied, winked and left. 

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