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The phone rang and Caller ID showed it was the local woo-woo shop. That was odd since I hadn’t been in there for several years, but I answered out of curiosity. “Is this Steve?” an almost familiar voice asked.
“Uh, yes,” I replied.
“Hi. This is Amy. I coerced Tom into giving me your number. I hope you don’t mind.” Geez, I hadn’t seen Tom in years, either. But Amy was yummy, so it was okay. She and I had recently had an unexpected encounter (i.e. fuck) at a local county park one afternoon.
“No, I don’t mind at all. How are you?” Dang, I wished she’d called me from her cell, so I’d have her number, too.
“I’m good. But I’m wondering … do you like extended foreplay? I mean, like, really long?”
Since she called from the store, I assumed things were slow there that day. “Yes, I do. In fact, I prefer foreplay over the fucking. Anticipation is a powerful drug. Why do you ask? Mark’s a bit quick in that area, too?” I would have loved to have seen her eyes. Last time I dissed on her boyfriend she got really pissed, but we ended up having an awesome fuck.
There seemed to be a slightly extended pause, so I figured I hit another nerve and she was gathering her wits. I remembered how her breasts heaved under her two-piece top the last time that happened. “Like I said before, you’re mighty perceptive. Yes, he likes to get right to it. I could use some long foreplay and right now I don’t care about what happens after you’re in me.”
Well, shit, I couldn’t turn that down. Amy had given me a brief blowjob, but enough to let me know she really knows how to toot the horn. I hadn’t taken time to go down on her, she was wanting a nice, long dicking too badly that day. She was juicy, though, as I recalled fingering her while she sucked on me. I’d love to get a taste. “When and where?” I asked.
“Things are slow here at the store today, but that would only work for a quickie. Mark’s off on an overnight run. How about you come over to my place when I get off work? Maybe about six? I’ll fix us dinner and we can have the night to ourselves. Mark will call, but that won’t take long.” I agreed and she gave me her address.
She opened her front door to my knock. I’d wondered how she’d be dressed and was a little bit surprised to see she was just in an ordinary t-shirt and loose shorts. Still, she looked mighty fine. Stepping aside, she let me in, closed the door behind us, and wrapped herself against me. Damn, her tits felt good pressed against my chest. I massaged her lower back, pulling her tighter against me as my cock began to respond and our tongues danced together. She broke our embrace, gave my slightly stiffened cock a quick rub and turned to head back into the kitchen. I followed, thoroughly enjoying the sway of her butt. We made small talk while she finished up dinner. Baked chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, a veggie medley, ordinary store-bought dinner rolls, and a reheated frozen apple pie for dessert.
As we ate at the small kitchen dinette table, I was continually astounded by how her appearance kept shifting. One moment she looked sixteen, the next she was seventy, the next some other age. I’d noticed that before, as had others, and could never figure it out. There was something sexy about it, though. Probably because it was mysterious. I half expected to feel her foot roaming around under the table, but that didn’t happen. Then dinner was over. I helped her put the food away (something macho Mark apparently never did). She loaded the dishes into the dishwasher for later. I started to take her into my arms … and the phone rang. Mark’s call. I settled on the sofa and picked up one of Mark’s biker magazines while she went into the bedroom to talk to him. About twenty minutes passed and she came to the bedroom door. Naked.
Sweet Jesus, it was the first time I’d seen her standing nude. I thought my mouth would start watering. No way that body had borne three kids, but I’d met them, and they looked enough like her for me to know they were hers. Not a hint of purple anywhere on her belly or breasts. A little wrinkling around her navel and her breasts sagged less than most women in their mid-fifties. Her areola and nipples were a dark pink, with the nipples slightly darker and erect. Long, straight white-grey hair midway down her back with about the last two inches tipped in black (that was dyed, not natural). Soft, light brown eyes in that age-shifting face. Her pubic hair was dark and trimmed short, allowing a rather decent view of her labia. Legs were slender with just a hint of cellulite on the thighs. I was rock-hard in a moment. The smile on her face suggested my shock was noted, appreciated, and found humorous. Damn, I had to taste her.
As I approached her, she reached out and stopped me about half an arm’s length away, then started undressing me. Her focus was entirely on the immediate task of removing whatever piece of clothing she was working on. First my shirt, then she knelt and removed my shoes, followed by my socks. I held onto the door frame for balance. Then she straightened while still on her knees and removed my jeans. There was no doubt I was fully erect, even with my shorts still on. Straightening again, she began caressing my cock through my shorts, keeping her full focus on it. Reaching under she stroked my balls, then ran her fingers up and down the crack of my ass with one hand while the other continued to work on my shaft. Then she brought both hands back to the front, hooked the elastic of my shorts, and lifted it out and over my cock. With her eyes still locked on that throbbing shaft, she slid my shorts down and I stepped out of them.
Straightening again, she licked her lips as she stroked my cock, now just an inch from her mouth. I could feel her breath exhaled from her nose on the head. As she moved closer, her tongue came out and began swabbing around my glans. After a few moments of that, she opened her mouth further and slipped her lips around me, taking it about halfway down on the first stroke. I could feel her tongue working on the underside, paying good attention to the groove running the length. Closing her lips tight around the shaft and applying a bit of suction, she slid her mouth back until just the head remained in, swirled her tongue around the glans a few times, then took me back in. This time she sank about three-quarters of the way down. A repeat and her nose nestled in my pubic hair. Now she settled into a rhythmic pattern, basically jerking me off with her mouth. Those soft, light brown eyes looked up at me and I swear she smiled around my cock.
At first, I just stood there, letting her work on me, but then I took her head in my hands to hold it still and I began pumping in and out, fucking her mouth. Her hands slid around to my butt, gripping the cheeks, pulling them slightly apart as she encouraged my motions. I swear, I’ve never felt a mouth on my cock as wonderful as hers right then. As she was kneading my butt, I felt a finger begin circling my asshole, pressing slightly like it wanted in. Normally, I don’t care for that, but at the moment it seemed really hot, and I sensed a glob of precum making its way through my dick to her mouth. She gave a little shudder which I interpreted as she tasted it, and her finger pressed harder, slipping in. I was surprised to find I was enjoying that, for the first time. Her finger began a slight, circular motion like she was trying to open the muscle some, then slipped a little further in. Soon she was finger-fucking my ass to match my fucking her mouth. Then a new sensation. It’s hard to describe. It felt like the beginning of an orgasm, but not in my dick. Instead of becoming localized like an orgasm does on my dick, it spread out through my mid-section in a wave. Then another. And another. Shit, I was trembling like I was about to cum, but I was nowhere near that yet. However, the precum increased and I felt her tongue tip repeatedly stroking the underside, milking it out.
I could have done that all night, forgetting about her pleasure, but that would never do. So even though she seemed to be enjoying eating precum and making me tremble, it was time to turn the tables. She whimpered as I pulled her head off my cock and using her hand to stroke out one more large dollop of precum, she caught it on her tongue and smiled into my eyes as she swallowed it down. “Lay on the bed. It’s my turn to taste you.” Pulling her finger from my ass (damn, I want more of that), she complied. It was then I noticed the bed had been stripped of everything but pillows and the fitted sheet. I wondered if she did that while on the phone with Mark. The image made me laugh a bit to myself.
She lay in the middle of the bed, knees bent, and legs spread wide which caused her labia to open, revealing her swollen clit and an open vagina. Damn, she was ready to fuck, but that wasn’t going to happen for a long time tonight. I crawled onto the bed from the foot and knelt before her crotch. I could smell her passion; the musky scent was filling the room. Her labia glistened with her moisture, causing me to recall how her breasts and belly glistened with water that day at the park. Watching her pussy, I placed a hand on each thigh, just above her knees and began massaging slowly up toward her womanhood. Very slowly. Her breathing became ragged.
I glanced up and saw her breasts were heaving, nipples more erect than I’d seen before. As big around as the end of my little finger and about a half-inch long. Her areolae were all goose-bumpy, too. She was looking at me through lust-glazed eyes. And I’d not even touched her pussy yet. I wondered how many times she could cum. As my hands approached the tops of her thighs I looked back down and saw her woman’s well was filling with nectar. Diving right in was tempting, but I held back, wanting to stretch this out as long as possible. She’d said she wanted extended foreplay and we had all night. Reaching the tops of her thighs, I stroked her outer labia once with my thumbs and removed my hands. That brought a grunt from her throat.
Crawling over her right leg, I stretched out on my side next to her, propped up on my elbow. She grasped my cock and tugged. “Patience, my dear,” I said. “You want this to last, don’t you?” She nodded, but with a whimper. Her hand relaxed on my cock. Bending over, I took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking it and the areola in, flicking it with my tongue. She gave a quiver in response. As I continued, my right hand massaged her left breast, pinching and pulling that nipple.
“Oh, God,” she moaned and began to squirm her body. I continued this for a while, noting her increased squirming and eventually she began slightly pumping her hips. Before, I hadn’t realized how sensitive her breasts were, and now I wondered if she could be brought to orgasm simply by stimulating them. Another dollop of precum made its way out, so I caught it on a finger and spread it onto her lips, which she immediately licked clean. Damn, she was a hot piece. Then I decided to try something that really turned on my ex (even though she denied it).
Lifting my mouth from her nipple, which brought a frustrated sigh, I watched my hand as it circled down her almost flat belly, across her soft pubic hair, stopping at the top of her woman’s slit. Her hips rose to meet my fingers, but I let them travel along right where they were. Then I began to lightly stroke my fingertips across her labia, barely touching her clit and inner lips. She groaned and worked her hips in a vain attempt to increase the pressure. After a few moments of this torment, I focused on her woman’s well, circling and pressing in with my middle finger, quite similar to the action she’d used on my asshole. “Oh, God,” she groaned, still trying to move her hips toward my finger. Holy, shit, she was drenched, filled with silky liquid heat. My finger slipped in with zero resistance until the heel of my hand rested on her clit. “Oh, God, fuck,” she squealed. I pulled the finger out and my ring finger joined it as they slid effortlessly back into her nether depths. More squeals, more groans, more squirming and writhing as she tried to fuck my fingers.
After stroking them in and out a few times while working them around while inside her, all meant to soak them as much as possible, I pulled them out which brought a frustrated whimper from her. Bringing them to her right breast, I wiped them off on her nipple, leaving as much nectar there as I could. Then back to her well for another soaking which was also deposited on the nipple. I repeated this process a few times until her nipple was wet and glistening with her juices. She’d stopped her sounds and movements, and I noticed her staring at her nipple like she was wondering what was next. Watching her face, I took her breast in my hand, lifted it so her nipple was at my mouth, and sucked on it, washing it clean with my tongue. Her eyes went wide, and she silently shuddered all over. Continuing to watch her face, I repeated it with her left nipple, this time pulling her breast across her chest to my mouth. More shudders, and she began trembling all over. One more dip with my fingers, followed by cleaning them directly with my tongue, and I kissed her deeply. Her mouth opened and took my nectar coated tongue, hers working against it, spreading her juices in her mouth. As I broke our kiss, her lips closed around my tongue and sucked off whatever might have been left.
“Are you ready to cum?” I asked.
“I’m cumming now. I have been,” she replied. Her voice was shaky, much like the trembling in her body. Fuck, she was hot. I wondered how long she’d been in what must have been a low-level climax, and how long she’d be able to hold it. I also wondered what a full-blown orgasm would be like for her. Aw, hell, let’s find out.
“You taste delicious, like nectar from the gods. I want more, straight from the source.” That brought an extended whimper from her with what may have been a slight nod. I slid down, placing myself on my belly with my face right at her crotch. Her well was overflowed, liquid silk had run down the crack of her ass to the sheet, and I noticed her pussy lips and anus spasming. Damn, she was in orgasm. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, breasts heaving with her ragged panting. I placed my thumbs on her labia and spread, totally revealing the glory of her womanhood. She gasped and her body twitched. I flicked her clit with my tongue tip. She squeaked and her hips jerked. Again, with the same response. Again, again, faster. I moved my mouth to cover her clit and began rapidly stroking it with my tongue. She cried out, bucked her hips up to meet me, and rocked her head side to side. Her legs lifted and her heels began drumming on my back. Nectar flowed heavily, coating my short beard. Her flavor and scent were heaven.
I slipped two fingers into her well, sliding in easily with all the liquid silk flowing from her, and began pumping them in and out. I could feel her muscles gripping at them as her hips spasmed and humped back. The sounds from her were almost constant now, a blend of moans, grunts, squeals, squeaks and sighs, along with some barely intelligible words. She was massaging both breasts, tweaking her own nipples as her head still rocked side to side. Her mouth was now open, not just parted, and looking like it was wanting a dick in it. Heels had ceased their drumming on my back and now just dug in, pulling me harder against her. It felt like her clit had doubled its size under my tongue.
Repositioning my hand, I rather unceremoniously pushed my thumb’s full length into her asshole. “FUCK YES,” she screamed as her bucking increased so I found it difficult to keep mouth contact. “AAHH GOD FUCK MY ASS, YES, FUCK, GOD DAMN FUCK IT!” I used my arm to pump my fingers and thumb at the same time, filling and emptying, filling and emptying, over and over all the while beating her clit with my tongue. Each thrust in brought a short vocal gasp. Her head no longer rocked but was pulled back causing her back to arch as she lifted her breasts by their nipples. I stopped, broke contact with her clit, pulled my fingers and thumb from her, and sat up with my rock-hard dick jutting out over her. “No,” she complained, followed by a whimpering moan. A large drop of precum oozed out and fell into her pubic hair, leaving a thread of itself connecting my glans to it.
“Let’s fuck,” I said. She lay there, eyes wide in shock, breasts heaving, and nodded slightly.
Placing myself over her, I guided my cock to her entrance. Just for fun, I ran the head up and down her slit, from well to clit and back. She gasped and jerked when I hit her clit, whimpering in frustration the rest of the time. Back at her well, I slipped the head in, which brought a gasp from her, then dropped to the hilt. Her arms went around me, nails dug into my back, ankles locked around my waist, and she ground herself against me. The only sound she made was an exhale, as if I’d driven the air from her. Then I began a rhythmic stroking in and out, slow on the out, driving hard on the in. At first, she gave a whimper or sigh on the out, but that only lasted a few strokes. Each slam in drove a loud grunt from her. Holding myself up so I could look at her, I saw she was sweating, droplets on her breasts and her white-grey hair sticking to her face. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was still open. I planned on filling that before we were done.
I increased my tempo, abandoning the slow tease withdrawal. Now I was pile-driving into her. As each thrust bottomed, the bed shook, and her breasts bounced on her chest. “Oh God, yes, fuck me, you’re so deep, so hard, fuck me!” She was almost incoherent. Her eyes opened briefly, but I don’t think she could see, they were so glazed with lust. Wanting more leverage, I slipped first my right arm, then my left under her knees, lifting her legs until they were on my shoulders. She moved her arms out and placed her hands on my arms as I resumed my pile-driving. That drove her fully into incoherency. She was saying something, but I couldn’t make out any words. Sweat now was beading on her forehead, running down to dampen the hair at her temples. Her tongue came out of her mouth a few times as if it were searching for something. Suddenly, she froze, and her legs began trembling violently. “AAAHH,” she cried out. I felt my balls get wetter as her pussy gushed in a violent orgasm. Her entire body began to convulse, similar to her legs, as her eyes rolled back in her head. I stopped moving and felt her pussy clasping and milking my cock. This went on for what seemed like several minutes, although I’m sure it wasn’t anywhere near that long.
Eventually, the convulsing and trembling subsided, leaving her gasping for air as she returned to reality. We were both drenched in sweat. I felt like my balls were about to explode, but for some reason, I didn’t feel anywhere near ready to cum. I could use a break, though, so I pulled out which brought a plaintive cry from her with a look as if I were abandoning her. I repositioned so I was straddling her chest and lifted her breasts to surround my cock. Then I began a slow, long back and forth stroking which caused the head of my dick to come close to bumping her open mouth each time. Her tongue would snake out and lick the tip, sometimes getting a drop of precum for a reward. After a couple of minutes of this, I released her breasts and continued my forward thrust to slide my cock right into her mouth. Then I started fucking her mouth, knowing she could taste her pussy on it. She didn’t mind. As she had when we first started, she grabbed my ass in both hands, spreading and kneading the cheeks as she pulled me into her. When I felt her finger on my asshole, though, I knew I couldn’t last that way, so I pulled out, got off her, and rolled her over for doggie.
“Oh God, yes, go deep and go hard,” she sighed as my cock head penetrated her well. Driving fully into her I felt my balls slap her clit. Again, I was driving into her, each thrust bringing a grunt which eventually morphed into the incoherent babble she’d done before. Placing my hand in the middle of her back I pressed her down until just her ass was in the air. That turned her asshole up to where I could easily see its puckering and convulsing. Damn, had she been in orgasm since we started? Wetting my thumb in her pussy alongside my cock, I placed it on the little sphincter and pressed. The muscle relaxed and my thumb went fully in. I could feel my dick working her pussy and matched my thumb’s movement with my dick’s.
“I want to fuck your ass,” I said.
“No, not now. Fuck me like this, deep and hard and fast. Beat my cervix with your cock. No ass. This is too good.” I sped up. Her hair was all over around her head so I couldn’t see her face, or even which way she was looking. Her pussy was making amazing squishy sounds, I could feel her juices running down my thighs and imagined they were on hers, too. For a moment I imagined puddles on the bed around her knees. Then her quivering started again. Pussy muscles were clenching and milking my cock as she buried her face into a pillow and screamed. She reached back and tried to push me out of her but I held firm so she went forward, off my cock and banged her head into the headboard. If she felt it, she gave no sign. This time she squirted a pulsing stream of clear liquid that soaked her legs, my legs, and drenched the bed as her scream and convulsions continued. She looked like her hips were trying to hump, but her legs couldn’t hold her up because of their trembling. I’d never seen a woman cum like that, even in porn.
When her climax had again subsided, I told her I was needing to cum soon. She told me to lay on my back. I did and she went to work on my cock with her mouth, in her usual fashion. Thinking she wanted me to cum in her mouth, I began to fuck back, my climax building. She stopped. Damn, now I knew how she had felt. Straddling me, she lowered herself onto my cock, sliding all the way down to scrub her clit in my pubic hair, then back up until the head was just in, and dropped back down to the hilt. She was fucking me like I had fucked her. Her amazing breasts were swaying and bouncing, so I took one in each hand to massage and pinch her nipples.
Sweat was rolling down her face and breasts, across her stomach to me. More of those wonderful squishy sounds as I felt her juices running down around my balls to the crack of my ass and the bed. She was breathing heavily, but making no other sound, watching my face closely. I realized she was working to make me cum this time. I began pumping my hips slightly, just enough to feel like I was doing something, but not enough to take control from her. This was nice, being fucked by a woman who wanted me to cum for her. She smiled. “You’re about to blow, aren’t you,” she said. I nodded. “Let me know just before you do.” I nodded. She kept up her rocking and pumping, her eyes never leaving my face. I think my hands forgot about her breasts as my focus went to my cock. Oh, geez, I could feel it getting harder if that was possible. I guess it was because she got a look of expectation in her eyes.
“Now,” I yelled and started to grab her hips to drive myself into her. She jumped off and dropped her head to engulf my cock with her mouth, just as the first blast of semen blew out. Sucking steadily on the head, her hand pumped the shaft, milking me of cum. Squirt after squirt went into her mouth as her tongue tickled the underside of the head. I felt her throat muscles contract as she swallowed to make room for more. She did that twice more before I was done. Once my pulsing was over, she gave the shaft a couple more tight strokes to make sure it was all out, then slipped the head from between her lips, leaving a small thread of cum down the middle of her lower lip. Damn, that was sexy. She licked it off and swallowed the last.
“Ahhh. Did I suck you dry,” she asked. All I could do was nod. She laughed a deep, throaty laugh, and lay beside me resting her head on my shoulder.
Lightly tracing patterns on my chest with her fingertip, she sighed, then said, “I’ve never been fucked like that, Steve. My God, it was so good. I’m still quivering inside. Thank you.”
“I don’t recall anything near this either, Amy. Damn, you’re an amazing woman,” I replied. “I don’t think your bed will ever be the same, though.” She laughed gently.
“I often get pretty wet, so the bed has two mattress covers to protect it. I may have to replace the top one before Mark gets home,” she laughed again. We fell asleep like that. The next morning, I woke to find her still there, watching me sleep. We had a nice, short, fuck session, then she fixed us breakfast and I left. I sure hope she calls for a repeat.
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