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Bob T's Diaries- Mrs. Lewis free porn video
[1st effort at these diaries and has turned out longer than I thought. Had to cut a lot of the preamble about how we got here, but basically I am from a pretty small town in the north of England. Jess was one of two married milf friends in our town most of the boys fancied - both under 5'3 at most and were called the “mini-milfs” by the lads as they were younger and hotter than a lot of the m*ms around. Jess had dyed jet back hair, dark eyes and perma-tanned skin, she especially hung around our football team a lot as her h**band was a coach of one of the younger sides. She paid me no particular mind as much I noticed until a few weeks before the story picks up. Then I did notice – little looks, going out her way to compliment me on a game etc. The night of the story was a local house-party where a lot of the teams and parents were there, an end of season do. Jess and I had talked during the evening, her f**ily were out of town and I got the impression things weren't right at home. She had had a few drinks and made it increasingly obvious she was interested, in a restrained subtle way as we were in public, but still obvious to me, I thought. When she left she made a real point of coming up to me and telling me she was leaving and walking home. Whilst it seemed crazy she was opening up a way for me to make a move, it also felt pretty blatant. I waited a few minutes then quietly left the party myself and jogged to catch her up, offering to walk her home]
We walked through the sleepy streets of our village towards her house. I was surprised how easily the conversation flowed, we talked about me mainly, what I was doing who I was seeing, neither of us really
keen to bring up her f*mily. We laughed and joked until we got near her house and the last few yards we fell quiet. We got to her front door she climbed the couple of steps and unlocked the door, she turned to me
even with the couple of steps not quite at eye level with me, she flicked back her jet black hair, smiling, as aware as I was of the awkward tension in the air.
"Well" she said "Thank you, Robbie, for walking me home. That was very...gentlemanly of you"
I smiled back, her sarcasm evident.
"Anytime, Mrs. Lewis" I replied, playing along with the mock chaste cordiality.
We stood there in silence. Me not walking away and Jess not turning to go inside. I could feel we both wanted the same thing more surely now, it was a case of who was going to make the first move.
"You know... there has been some talk of burglars round this area recently." I said
She crossed her arms, her petite breasts pushing together a little in her shirt.
"Really?" She replied
"oh, yeah. I mean, nothing to worry about, probably" I said, smirking, trying not to laugh at the pretence I was stumbling over "But, you know as "a gentleman". I would feel better if maybe I came in for a minute and checked the place over, if you're going to be alone tonight"
"Very noble" she smirked back, she stood to one side, inviting me in.
I climbed the steps, towering over her again as I walked past, her pretty blue eyes looking up in the dimly lit doorway. I walked in and she smiled and shook her head as I made the effort to follow my bullshit story, wandering about the downstairs of the house checking the empty rooms quickly for signs of life.
When I returned to the living room, Jess had turned on a small table lamp, which gave a cosy glow to the room, and was facing away from me at he window, i took her in. her sexy black hair going halfway down her back as her head tilted back a little, her raised arms lifting her blouse a little showing some tanned midriff, the slightest hint of a pot belly over the waist of her skirt. The skirt itself stretched tight around her hips and gorgeous looking arse.
The niggle I felt earlier in the evening had built up through the walk home and now alone with her in her living room, my whole body was pulsing, like it had it's own mind and knew it was about fuck. I moved towards her as she turned.
"So?" She asked "Am I safe?"
She was still in her nervous saracasm mode, but I was done with the bullshit pretence.
"No." I grinned, shaking my head as I moved in close "No, not really"
*******************
My hands gripped her upper arms as I leant in and kissed her firmly on the lips.
Her body tensed in my hands momentarily, and she let out a little squeal through her pursed lips pressed against mine. But, then she relaxed and she was kissing me back. The floodgates holding back the sexual tension had been opened and we kissed wildly, furiously our tongues explored each other mouths and our lips moved to each others necks and cheeks before returning to each other, our hands slid over the others bodies gripping and groping through our clothes, all the while we moved in our embrace to her giant sofa and we tumbled on to it.
I fell backwards onto it, ignoring the thud the back of my head took on the arm of the couch. Jess fell on top of me. My cock stirred as her 5'2 frame wriggled on my torso. Her mouth planting kissed around my face and neck; licking around my ear and down my cheek. Her fingers quickly going to my shirt buttons, opening my shirt and licking her tongue slowly over my chest. The way she moved her hands over my body, I could tell she was getting turned on my the feel of a slender hard torso after her husbands soft middle.
In turn my hands were all over her, reaching up an gripping her arse cheeks through the material of her skirt, groping the soft fleshy mounds in my hands pulling her body tighter over my crotch, bulging in my tight jeans.
Jess raised her head, playfully grazing her fingertips over my chest and abs as she talked.
“You know, I'm still worried about those burglars you mentioned” she smiled.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mmhmm. I think you should check around upstairs for me”
I nodded, not needing asked twice. We made our way hurriedly up the staircase, Jess stopping only to lock the door. In her room, lights from street illuminating it in patches, we grabbed at each others clothes lustily between kisses, kicking off our shoes, I lifted off her top, her mature b cup breasts encased in a black lace bra, she pressed me against the wall opening my shirt and sliding it off. Her head level with my chest, she started to kiss and lick down my body as she lowered to her knees.
She looked up smiling as she opened my tight jeans, I gulped in anticipation and relief as she tugged down my jeans and boxers, my cock hardened to almost its full 7.5 inch length, had been aching in my jeans and sprang free over her face. She took it in her hand, let out a satisfied purr she began to lick over it furiously before wrapping her lips around it and sucking, a slow deep suck til it popped back out of her mouth.
“oh, fuck” I called out, the sensation of her lips tightly sealed around my shaft sending waves of pleasure up through my body.
She almost immediately started blowing me hard. Her head bobbing furiously back and forth as the air began to fill with the wet slurping and gagging of my cock in her mouth. My hands stroked through her hair, she moaned and whimpered as worked over my cock, releasing only to lick over the shaft, or press it up against my body as she licked over my balls.
“Stand up” I said eventually, my body and mind were overcome with lust and I needed inside her.
*************
She looked up, surprised for a second at the commanding tone I had taken. But she stood. I took her shoulder moving her round so she was facing the wall and I stood behind her, flicking back her hair kissing her neck as I unhooked her bra. Reaching round, cupping her petite breast in my large palm as my other hand unfastened her skirt. My hands slid over her body as I undressed her, her skin less soft and not as taut as girls my age but she was in great shape.
“what are you going to do?” Jess whispered, breathing deep, her body arching to my touch.
“I'm going to fuck you”
She moaned at the words
my arms tightened around her body, lifting her petite frame in the air, moving towards the bed. I lifted her on to it, almost throwing her down. I removed the remainder of my clothes and got up on the bed on my knees, moving over to her, my fingers hooking her black lace panties and sliding them down her thighs.
I positioned myself over her and my cock rested against the curve of her belly, her legs hooked and dangling over my thighs, her pussy was well groomed, by salon I imagined, smooth apart from a subtle triangle of neatly trimmed, dark red fuzz betraying her natural colour. She looked up her dark eyes heavy with lust. I pressed on the top of my shaft, dragging my cock head over her slit, tapping it against her clit. She cut off mid-moan as I pushed inside her the room was silent til I groaned, feeling her tight pussy around me, so surprisingly tight for this m***er of two. I let out a deep exhalation of breath. I started rocking back and forth, my cock exploring her snug hole as I shook my head. No wonder Mr. Lewis was always so fucking cheerful, I thought to myself and had to stop myself from laughing.
I leaned forward over her. Kissing around her mouth and cheeks, my hands moving slowly around her body as her arms snaked around my torso. My hips bucked slow and steady as I fucked her on her m*rriage bed, thinking how surreal this all was.
After a few minutes I felt the lust monster building in me again, I moved back upright and grabbed her ankles, raising her legs in the air, leaning back a little, looking down my body as my cock thrust back and forward inside her stretched pussy. Our moans and grunts getting louder in the still dark room.
**********
I quickened my pace as her breathless panting became sharper, her yelps and gasps of pleasure increased in time with the noisy, wet stabbing of my cock in her pussy. I gripped her ankles tighter, holding her steady as she began to writhe more and more uncontrollably, her orgasm washing over her body. Her arms suddenly slammed down flat on the bed and she pushed her body up in to the air, her arse up off the mattress. Her hips gyrated, slowly grinding herself against on my thick shaft buried deep inside her.
“oh... fuck!.. ROBBIEEE!..” she screamed out loudly.
She let out a deep, guttural, grunting groan as I felt her pussy walls push hard against my cock inside her, to the point it popped out. I looked down as a short, sharp squirt of her juices shot out, splattering my shaft and hip.
I loosened my grip on her ankles, letting go as she fell back on her marriage bed. Her petite milf frame quivering and heaving as she put her hand to her forehead, recovering from her orgasm. She looked hotter than ever, lit my the glow of the outside world filtered through the curtains, her bronzed skin glistening in sweat and her jet black hair mussed around her face. I was looking down at her, I saw her eyes flick down my body and became aware of my erection dangling in mid-air over her stomach. She has clearly noticed it too.
We had barely spoken, my hands had stroked over her knees and soft fleshy thighs and we had exchanged a few words of how good that was, as her body gradually settled. She had been lying calm, in a post-cum serenity for a few moments so I was shocked as she jumped up nimbly and without warning on to her knees in front of me, pushing me backwards. I let out a surprised laugh as I let myself fall on to my back, looking back down my body as Jess straddled my thighs and began to work her way up the bed to my hips, her cute little b-cups jiggling as she moved.
She lent forward over me, her hair falling down over both our faces, she planted one hand on the bed next to my head for support, her eyes locked on to mine as I felt the other grip my hard shaft firmly.
“You good?” she asked quietly with a naughty little smirk.
I raised my arms, pushing up her hair from around her face.
“Yeah, I'm good” I answered
“Mmm, I can feel that she purred” her dainty hand massaging my cock, leaving it only to graze over my abs, still tight from the fuck-work-out they had just gone through. “My big stud boy”
“Yes, Ma'am” I smiled back playfully.
Jess dipped her head, kissing me on the mouth, I felt her hand return to my cock, fingers wrapping round it. We moaned in to each others mouths as she guided it towards her pussy, rubbing my
fuck-raw sensitive cock-head over her clit and cum-slick pussy lips. She slowly raised herself upright, her supporting hand moving to my chest. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as she lowered herself, I watched her mouth curl almost in to a snarl as I filled her tight cunt again. I moaned, gritting my teeth at the amazing feeling of it gripping my shaft.
“Oh, fuck, Jess.” I murmured
She had started to rock gently back and forth on it, pushing it deeper inside her and pressing against my balls on the backwards motion in that deeply pleasurable and almost painful way. My hands moved to her thighs, sliding up the soft skin.
She moaned in pleasure, throwing her head back as she started riding harder, my hands continued up her sides and moved over her tits, I gripped them in my palms, kneading them firmly, pressing against her hard nipples with my thumb.
Jess started to quicken her pace and slide up and down on my shaft, I gripped her hips, halting her before she got too in to it.
“Turn around” I said looking up through a fog of arousal.
She paused, looking down at me.
“You don't wanna see my face?” she said, mock-hurt but smiling.
“I wanna see that sexy arse” I growled back at smiling, reaching back to give it a playful slap.
She gave a little scoff, but lifted herself off my cock and manoeuvred herself round, facing the headboard and away from my face. My eyes fixed down as her arse faced me, for the first time I noticed her tan, fake or otherwise, was all-over. The full, gorgeously fleshy cheeks jiggled in the air in front of me as she leaned forward, resting her hands on the bed between my knees. I pushed my cock forward/down my body to meet her pussy once more as backed on to it, the wetness of both allowing it to slide right over my shaft. The sight of her lips stretching out and around my glistening cock was almost enough to make me blow my load right then. I lay back quickly, staring at the ceiling, taking a breath. Jess had started straight back in to her quicker rhythm and my cock, essentially pointing downwards and was squelching inside that tight pussy. The feeling was incredible and I knew I wouldn't hold out much longer.
I looked down at her arse, her fleshy cheeks were shuddering as she was pneumatically pumping on my shaft now, building to another orgasm, her body slapping, squelching against mine loudly on each downward thrust, her pussy lips stretched out tight around my meaty girth. I held my arms forward, groping the cheeks, first pushing them together, then kneading the flesh in my hands to pull them apart, exposing her puckered arsehole. With another girl or on another day, I would have, for sure, made a move on it, but she was riding me so hard and expertly, I could barely move. I gripped her hips tight, changed her tempo from her sharp fast slapping to a deeper, grinding action.
"you gonna cum?" she asked breathlessly, she was sensing it and didn't need me to reply "Don't cum in me"
My hands still on her hips, I pushed her forward, off my cock. I got up on my knees manoeuvring her little body with ease so she was on her back, her head on the pillows. She looked up, lifting her head only to position her long her more comfortably then lay back. I kneeled over her face and lowered my aching balls over her mouth she raised her head again slightly to meet them, sucking and lapping as I wanked my cock over her, looking down at the scene, her eyes full of lustful abandon, looking up at me, as she moaned and licked around my sack like a pro. I looked down her body as I reached out my free hand for her pussy. Her hand was already there pushing hard and rubbing fast against her clit. My middle and forefinger pressed together, grazing over her slick pussy lips before sinking easily inside her. I finger fucked her hard rattling them around inside her hole, her own finger still working her clit as I wanked my cock furiously over her. The room filled with the wet sex noises and our grunts and groans.
I could feel my cum building fast.
"oh shit, now I am gonna cum" I panted
"mm fuck me too" she squeaked as she writhed in sharp jolts on the bed beneath me.
I shifted to a straddling position over her chest. I let out a deep groan, gripping my cock pointing down at her face and chest as my other hand cupped against her mound, my fingers buried deep inside her. she was tensed up and gasping for air as my cum exploding out in a thick splatter across her face.
"fucckkk meeee!!!" I cried out. her hands were gripping my thighs she twisted sideways on the bed as her body shook in an intense orgasm, my cock letting out more streams of cum over her hair and arm.
I fell back on the bed, top to toe to her looking back up at the ceiling as I had been moments earlier, only this time in a post-cum stupor. My hips still jerking sporadically and involuntarily like aftershocks of and earthquake. I vaguely felt, jess, still recovering herself, grip my calf and kiss lightly against my leg. I heard her get up and leave the room as I continued to stare at the ceiling. I rubbed my palms over my face, clearing the sweat, but also the haze of my mind, to regain my senses. I sat up and span myself round lying back on the pillows, my cock spasming in almost comical fashion as it softened. Jess returned to the room, cleaned of cum and wearing her panties and a T, carrying with her a towel, which she threw over to me, a cigarette and ashtray. She also had a bottle of water which she gulped at before passing to me.
She lit her cigarette and sat on the bed. I wiped my body down and took a drink I hadn't even realised how much I had needed.
"Won't your h**band smell the smoke?" I asked as I watched her tilt her head to the side and blow out the smoke and a long, satisfied exhalation.
She scoffed a little at the question. "Sweetheart, if all he smells is cigarette smoke then I'll be doing all right"
She was smiling at this as she twisted up on the bed, sitting cross legged on the bed next to me, looking sexy as hell in the moonlit room with her freshly fucked look - glowing skin, mussed hair. But there was a tinge of bitterness in her tone, and I could tell the come down of regret and guilt was building after the selfish, intense high of our lust. And so, although there was no big breakdown or floods of tears, thankfully, and we chatted in a friendly, still flirty way while she finished her cigarette, I knew there wasn't going to be another round and no chance of me staying the night.
Not long after she put stubbed the cigarette butt, we can worked the talk to me leaving and I was getting dressed and she was leading me down the stairs. She opened the door quietly, looking around for some random stray from the pub or dog walker out in the small hours. The coast was clear and she let me out.
There was no kiss goodbye and I could see her mind was already racing about her f*m*ly's return and impending guilt. But as she closed the door, something in her eyes, the lingering look told me I may not have seen the last of "Mrs. Lewis".
We walked through the sleepy streets of our village towards her house. I was surprised how easily the conversation flowed, we talked about me mainly, what I was doing who I was seeing, neither of us really
keen to bring up her f*mily. We laughed and joked until we got near her house and the last few yards we fell quiet. We got to her front door she climbed the couple of steps and unlocked the door, she turned to me
even with the couple of steps not quite at eye level with me, she flicked back her jet black hair, smiling, as aware as I was of the awkward tension in the air.
"Well" she said "Thank you, Robbie, for walking me home. That was very...gentlemanly of you"
I smiled back, her sarcasm evident.
"Anytime, Mrs. Lewis" I replied, playing along with the mock chaste cordiality.
We stood there in silence. Me not walking away and Jess not turning to go inside. I could feel we both wanted the same thing more surely now, it was a case of who was going to make the first move.
"You know... there has been some talk of burglars round this area recently." I said
She crossed her arms, her petite breasts pushing together a little in her shirt.
"Really?" She replied
"oh, yeah. I mean, nothing to worry about, probably" I said, smirking, trying not to laugh at the pretence I was stumbling over "But, you know as "a gentleman". I would feel better if maybe I came in for a minute and checked the place over, if you're going to be alone tonight"
"Very noble" she smirked back, she stood to one side, inviting me in.
I climbed the steps, towering over her again as I walked past, her pretty blue eyes looking up in the dimly lit doorway. I walked in and she smiled and shook her head as I made the effort to follow my bullshit story, wandering about the downstairs of the house checking the empty rooms quickly for signs of life.
When I returned to the living room, Jess had turned on a small table lamp, which gave a cosy glow to the room, and was facing away from me at he window, i took her in. her sexy black hair going halfway down her back as her head tilted back a little, her raised arms lifting her blouse a little showing some tanned midriff, the slightest hint of a pot belly over the waist of her skirt. The skirt itself stretched tight around her hips and gorgeous looking arse.
The niggle I felt earlier in the evening had built up through the walk home and now alone with her in her living room, my whole body was pulsing, like it had it's own mind and knew it was about fuck. I moved towards her as she turned.
"So?" She asked "Am I safe?"
She was still in her nervous saracasm mode, but I was done with the bullshit pretence.
"No." I grinned, shaking my head as I moved in close "No, not really"
*******************
My hands gripped her upper arms as I leant in and kissed her firmly on the lips.
Her body tensed in my hands momentarily, and she let out a little squeal through her pursed lips pressed against mine. But, then she relaxed and she was kissing me back. The floodgates holding back the sexual tension had been opened and we kissed wildly, furiously our tongues explored each other mouths and our lips moved to each others necks and cheeks before returning to each other, our hands slid over the others bodies gripping and groping through our clothes, all the while we moved in our embrace to her giant sofa and we tumbled on to it.
I fell backwards onto it, ignoring the thud the back of my head took on the arm of the couch. Jess fell on top of me. My cock stirred as her 5'2 frame wriggled on my torso. Her mouth planting kissed around my face and neck; licking around my ear and down my cheek. Her fingers quickly going to my shirt buttons, opening my shirt and licking her tongue slowly over my chest. The way she moved her hands over my body, I could tell she was getting turned on my the feel of a slender hard torso after her husbands soft middle.
In turn my hands were all over her, reaching up an gripping her arse cheeks through the material of her skirt, groping the soft fleshy mounds in my hands pulling her body tighter over my crotch, bulging in my tight jeans.
Jess raised her head, playfully grazing her fingertips over my chest and abs as she talked.
“You know, I'm still worried about those burglars you mentioned” she smiled.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mmhmm. I think you should check around upstairs for me”
I nodded, not needing asked twice. We made our way hurriedly up the staircase, Jess stopping only to lock the door. In her room, lights from street illuminating it in patches, we grabbed at each others clothes lustily between kisses, kicking off our shoes, I lifted off her top, her mature b cup breasts encased in a black lace bra, she pressed me against the wall opening my shirt and sliding it off. Her head level with my chest, she started to kiss and lick down my body as she lowered to her knees.
She looked up smiling as she opened my tight jeans, I gulped in anticipation and relief as she tugged down my jeans and boxers, my cock hardened to almost its full 7.5 inch length, had been aching in my jeans and sprang free over her face. She took it in her hand, let out a satisfied purr she began to lick over it furiously before wrapping her lips around it and sucking, a slow deep suck til it popped back out of her mouth.
“oh, fuck” I called out, the sensation of her lips tightly sealed around my shaft sending waves of pleasure up through my body.
She almost immediately started blowing me hard. Her head bobbing furiously back and forth as the air began to fill with the wet slurping and gagging of my cock in her mouth. My hands stroked through her hair, she moaned and whimpered as worked over my cock, releasing only to lick over the shaft, or press it up against my body as she licked over my balls.
“Stand up” I said eventually, my body and mind were overcome with lust and I needed inside her.
*************
She looked up, surprised for a second at the commanding tone I had taken. But she stood. I took her shoulder moving her round so she was facing the wall and I stood behind her, flicking back her hair kissing her neck as I unhooked her bra. Reaching round, cupping her petite breast in my large palm as my other hand unfastened her skirt. My hands slid over her body as I undressed her, her skin less soft and not as taut as girls my age but she was in great shape.
“what are you going to do?” Jess whispered, breathing deep, her body arching to my touch.
“I'm going to fuck you”
She moaned at the words
my arms tightened around her body, lifting her petite frame in the air, moving towards the bed. I lifted her on to it, almost throwing her down. I removed the remainder of my clothes and got up on the bed on my knees, moving over to her, my fingers hooking her black lace panties and sliding them down her thighs.
I positioned myself over her and my cock rested against the curve of her belly, her legs hooked and dangling over my thighs, her pussy was well groomed, by salon I imagined, smooth apart from a subtle triangle of neatly trimmed, dark red fuzz betraying her natural colour. She looked up her dark eyes heavy with lust. I pressed on the top of my shaft, dragging my cock head over her slit, tapping it against her clit. She cut off mid-moan as I pushed inside her the room was silent til I groaned, feeling her tight pussy around me, so surprisingly tight for this m***er of two. I let out a deep exhalation of breath. I started rocking back and forth, my cock exploring her snug hole as I shook my head. No wonder Mr. Lewis was always so fucking cheerful, I thought to myself and had to stop myself from laughing.
I leaned forward over her. Kissing around her mouth and cheeks, my hands moving slowly around her body as her arms snaked around my torso. My hips bucked slow and steady as I fucked her on her m*rriage bed, thinking how surreal this all was.
After a few minutes I felt the lust monster building in me again, I moved back upright and grabbed her ankles, raising her legs in the air, leaning back a little, looking down my body as my cock thrust back and forward inside her stretched pussy. Our moans and grunts getting louder in the still dark room.
**********
I quickened my pace as her breathless panting became sharper, her yelps and gasps of pleasure increased in time with the noisy, wet stabbing of my cock in her pussy. I gripped her ankles tighter, holding her steady as she began to writhe more and more uncontrollably, her orgasm washing over her body. Her arms suddenly slammed down flat on the bed and she pushed her body up in to the air, her arse up off the mattress. Her hips gyrated, slowly grinding herself against on my thick shaft buried deep inside her.
“oh... fuck!.. ROBBIEEE!..” she screamed out loudly.
She let out a deep, guttural, grunting groan as I felt her pussy walls push hard against my cock inside her, to the point it popped out. I looked down as a short, sharp squirt of her juices shot out, splattering my shaft and hip.
I loosened my grip on her ankles, letting go as she fell back on her marriage bed. Her petite milf frame quivering and heaving as she put her hand to her forehead, recovering from her orgasm. She looked hotter than ever, lit my the glow of the outside world filtered through the curtains, her bronzed skin glistening in sweat and her jet black hair mussed around her face. I was looking down at her, I saw her eyes flick down my body and became aware of my erection dangling in mid-air over her stomach. She has clearly noticed it too.
We had barely spoken, my hands had stroked over her knees and soft fleshy thighs and we had exchanged a few words of how good that was, as her body gradually settled. She had been lying calm, in a post-cum serenity for a few moments so I was shocked as she jumped up nimbly and without warning on to her knees in front of me, pushing me backwards. I let out a surprised laugh as I let myself fall on to my back, looking back down my body as Jess straddled my thighs and began to work her way up the bed to my hips, her cute little b-cups jiggling as she moved.
She lent forward over me, her hair falling down over both our faces, she planted one hand on the bed next to my head for support, her eyes locked on to mine as I felt the other grip my hard shaft firmly.
“You good?” she asked quietly with a naughty little smirk.
I raised my arms, pushing up her hair from around her face.
“Yeah, I'm good” I answered
“Mmm, I can feel that she purred” her dainty hand massaging my cock, leaving it only to graze over my abs, still tight from the fuck-work-out they had just gone through. “My big stud boy”
“Yes, Ma'am” I smiled back playfully.
Jess dipped her head, kissing me on the mouth, I felt her hand return to my cock, fingers wrapping round it. We moaned in to each others mouths as she guided it towards her pussy, rubbing my
fuck-raw sensitive cock-head over her clit and cum-slick pussy lips. She slowly raised herself upright, her supporting hand moving to my chest. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as she lowered herself, I watched her mouth curl almost in to a snarl as I filled her tight cunt again. I moaned, gritting my teeth at the amazing feeling of it gripping my shaft.
“Oh, fuck, Jess.” I murmured
She had started to rock gently back and forth on it, pushing it deeper inside her and pressing against my balls on the backwards motion in that deeply pleasurable and almost painful way. My hands moved to her thighs, sliding up the soft skin.
She moaned in pleasure, throwing her head back as she started riding harder, my hands continued up her sides and moved over her tits, I gripped them in my palms, kneading them firmly, pressing against her hard nipples with my thumb.
Jess started to quicken her pace and slide up and down on my shaft, I gripped her hips, halting her before she got too in to it.
“Turn around” I said looking up through a fog of arousal.
She paused, looking down at me.
“You don't wanna see my face?” she said, mock-hurt but smiling.
“I wanna see that sexy arse” I growled back at smiling, reaching back to give it a playful slap.
She gave a little scoff, but lifted herself off my cock and manoeuvred herself round, facing the headboard and away from my face. My eyes fixed down as her arse faced me, for the first time I noticed her tan, fake or otherwise, was all-over. The full, gorgeously fleshy cheeks jiggled in the air in front of me as she leaned forward, resting her hands on the bed between my knees. I pushed my cock forward/down my body to meet her pussy once more as backed on to it, the wetness of both allowing it to slide right over my shaft. The sight of her lips stretching out and around my glistening cock was almost enough to make me blow my load right then. I lay back quickly, staring at the ceiling, taking a breath. Jess had started straight back in to her quicker rhythm and my cock, essentially pointing downwards and was squelching inside that tight pussy. The feeling was incredible and I knew I wouldn't hold out much longer.
I looked down at her arse, her fleshy cheeks were shuddering as she was pneumatically pumping on my shaft now, building to another orgasm, her body slapping, squelching against mine loudly on each downward thrust, her pussy lips stretched out tight around my meaty girth. I held my arms forward, groping the cheeks, first pushing them together, then kneading the flesh in my hands to pull them apart, exposing her puckered arsehole. With another girl or on another day, I would have, for sure, made a move on it, but she was riding me so hard and expertly, I could barely move. I gripped her hips tight, changed her tempo from her sharp fast slapping to a deeper, grinding action.
"you gonna cum?" she asked breathlessly, she was sensing it and didn't need me to reply "Don't cum in me"
My hands still on her hips, I pushed her forward, off my cock. I got up on my knees manoeuvring her little body with ease so she was on her back, her head on the pillows. She looked up, lifting her head only to position her long her more comfortably then lay back. I kneeled over her face and lowered my aching balls over her mouth she raised her head again slightly to meet them, sucking and lapping as I wanked my cock over her, looking down at the scene, her eyes full of lustful abandon, looking up at me, as she moaned and licked around my sack like a pro. I looked down her body as I reached out my free hand for her pussy. Her hand was already there pushing hard and rubbing fast against her clit. My middle and forefinger pressed together, grazing over her slick pussy lips before sinking easily inside her. I finger fucked her hard rattling them around inside her hole, her own finger still working her clit as I wanked my cock furiously over her. The room filled with the wet sex noises and our grunts and groans.
I could feel my cum building fast.
"oh shit, now I am gonna cum" I panted
"mm fuck me too" she squeaked as she writhed in sharp jolts on the bed beneath me.
I shifted to a straddling position over her chest. I let out a deep groan, gripping my cock pointing down at her face and chest as my other hand cupped against her mound, my fingers buried deep inside her. she was tensed up and gasping for air as my cum exploding out in a thick splatter across her face.
"fucckkk meeee!!!" I cried out. her hands were gripping my thighs she twisted sideways on the bed as her body shook in an intense orgasm, my cock letting out more streams of cum over her hair and arm.
I fell back on the bed, top to toe to her looking back up at the ceiling as I had been moments earlier, only this time in a post-cum stupor. My hips still jerking sporadically and involuntarily like aftershocks of and earthquake. I vaguely felt, jess, still recovering herself, grip my calf and kiss lightly against my leg. I heard her get up and leave the room as I continued to stare at the ceiling. I rubbed my palms over my face, clearing the sweat, but also the haze of my mind, to regain my senses. I sat up and span myself round lying back on the pillows, my cock spasming in almost comical fashion as it softened. Jess returned to the room, cleaned of cum and wearing her panties and a T, carrying with her a towel, which she threw over to me, a cigarette and ashtray. She also had a bottle of water which she gulped at before passing to me.
She lit her cigarette and sat on the bed. I wiped my body down and took a drink I hadn't even realised how much I had needed.
"Won't your h**band smell the smoke?" I asked as I watched her tilt her head to the side and blow out the smoke and a long, satisfied exhalation.
She scoffed a little at the question. "Sweetheart, if all he smells is cigarette smoke then I'll be doing all right"
She was smiling at this as she twisted up on the bed, sitting cross legged on the bed next to me, looking sexy as hell in the moonlit room with her freshly fucked look - glowing skin, mussed hair. But there was a tinge of bitterness in her tone, and I could tell the come down of regret and guilt was building after the selfish, intense high of our lust. And so, although there was no big breakdown or floods of tears, thankfully, and we chatted in a friendly, still flirty way while she finished her cigarette, I knew there wasn't going to be another round and no chance of me staying the night.
Not long after she put stubbed the cigarette butt, we can worked the talk to me leaving and I was getting dressed and she was leading me down the stairs. She opened the door quietly, looking around for some random stray from the pub or dog walker out in the small hours. The coast was clear and she let me out.
There was no kiss goodbye and I could see her mind was already racing about her f*m*ly's return and impending guilt. But as she closed the door, something in her eyes, the lingering look told me I may not have seen the last of "Mrs. Lewis".
Dani
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