Pure & Dirty

He moved out of my reach. He remembered what I did to him for the past two weeks and didn’t feel like making it easy for me. I forgot how much of a tease he could be when he wanted to. He grabbed my arm and pulled it back to my front. One of his hands was now on the back of my neck squeezing it gently and the other handling my breasts. Squeezing them. His finger on my nipple rubbing it in circles.

His hand moved away from my neck and started moving slowly down my back and in to my loose pajama pants. His hand covered one side of my ass and squeezed it with just enough force to make my hips move forward and rub my crotch against my pants. His other hand came down to join and got to the elastic of my pants, slid a finger under them but didn’t continue, instead it skirted around my entire pants lowering the elastic waist just a bit and joining the other hand now to squeeze my entire ass. With one motion, his hand now moved forward again and found my thigh under my pants and started caressing it from my knee up to the very edge of my bush.

I wouldn’t be able to take this tease much longer and after a few strokes of his hand, when his fingers reached my bush again, one finger continued up and pushing down only very gently, separated my lips and releasing my wetness on to his finger as I gave a quiet moan. He moved his finger back and forth on my lips pushing in to me a little bit more each time. By the way his finger was moving, I could tell how turned on I was, how wet he made me. His finger at last went past the top of my hole, found my clit and pressed down on it as I gasped for air and felt I was about to come in seconds. He used two of his fingers to rub my clit in circles putting a little bit more pressure with every round going a bit faster, as my breathing became faster too. His second hand was squeezing my ass and at once I came. It was his turn now to get some teasing and pleasuring.

I stood up and guided him by the arm to our bed and pushed him back so he fell lying down on his back. Knowing how he likes it when I take control sometimes, I lifted his feet and with one quick move pulled his pants and underwear off and let his hard penis spring up like a jack-in-the-box. He was big and beautiful to me. He tried to sit up and I pushed him back down. With my hand still on his chest holding him down, I used my other hand to grab his balls and start playing with them in the palm of my hand. I gave a little tug and as he drew in air I bent down and gave him a long slow lick from the base of his dick to its very tip. I wrapped my hand around the bottom part of his erection and wrapped my lips around the head and gave a nice little suck as I moved my hand up in sync. I moved my lips up and down the head while my hand squeezed up and down with a bit of a round motion for added fun. I moved my mouth down his hard cock as far as I could reach without gagging and went up again. I could see by his face that he was enjoying this very much and would happily cum if I let him, but I was craving him inside me. I got up and sat next to him on the bed. His hands went back to my body.

One hand came back to my nipples and started playing with them and the other went straight to my pussy. He licked his finger and put it back on my clit. He rubbed it as I was getting wet again. He took control again and laid me flat on back, pulled my pants and shirt completely off and towered above me. He kept his finger rubbing my clit until I couldn’t resist anymore and pushed myself towards him to take him inside me. He slid in to me in one great push and I could feel myself coming again just from the feeling of him filling me up. He waited until I caught my breath and pulled me up to him so we were face to face, my legs wrapped around his waist and my breasts up against his chest. I felt the heat of his body against mine. didn’t know just how much I could miss his body. I was riding up and down his shaft raising myself up while he pushed me down. My nipples were rubbing against his chest adding another set of chills pleasuring my whole body.

I turned my face to his and looked into his eyes as he slammed me back down again. He smiled at me and moved his hand from my shoulder to the back of my head, sliding his fingers through my hair and pulling me to him. He kissed me with passion I didn’t know we still had. Our hips were still moving in sync but our lips didn’t part for more than the couple of seconds it took to draw air. His hands moved now from my hair to my neck, from my back to my ass, from my waist to my shoulders. The rhythm of his hard cock sliding in and out of me was getting me close to yet another orgasm. I could feel it build up in my body wanting release. He must have sensed this because he disconnected from our kiss and lowered his back on to the bed so I was now riding him and could fully control the motion of my body as it took him in and let him slide out almost to the tip. I set myself down, pressing my ass down as far as it went to let him in harder and deeper. His hand went up and grabbed my breast and squeezed it firmly while he used his other to find my clit and started to rub it.

I thought I could ride him this way to another fine orgasm but before I realized what he was doing his hand pulled me down so my nipples were almost at his chest, he raised his hips and thrust himself into me again. I could feel a wave of intense pleasure shooting up from the smack of his pelvis against my ass going through my body and relaxing as he eased out. And BAM, he went in hard and deep. Again. And again. And again. I was coming harder with every slam of his cock inside me. I knew I was peaking, climaxing, soaking his dick inside me. I didn’t want it to stop and couldn’t take it anymore at the same time. I let out a little scream of ecstasy that pushed him over the edge as he gave a final hard thrust and stayed inside me as deep as he could. I could feel him pulsating inside me, his cum filling me up and my climax reaching it glorious end. I kissed him on the forehead and laid down on him with my head on his glistening, sweaty chest.

I still don’t know if I’m pure. I’m working that question out for myself. I do know that I’m happier than I was and my self-doubt has relaxed a little for now. I don’t go to the mikvah and I don’t consider myself “niddah” or unclean, but my husband and I don’t think of sex for ten days of every month. Those ten days are dedicated to getting reacquainted, talking about our life and becoming better friends. The rest of the month we also have great sex. Yet there’s still nothing quite like the first time, on the eleventh day, we get to touch each other and let our bodies do what they crave. The first time after a long break—to feel sexy, to feel passion coursing through your veins and lighting your entire being on fire.

I really should send the old bat a thank you card.