This is My Freedom Day - Sex Stories

This is My Freedom Day

... for my entrance. I managed to reach down and grasp his shaft and guide it into me. He was bigger than I anticipated and he pushed in deep right against my cervix. I clenched my vaginal muscle and he gave an extra loud groan, and as he began to slide up and down in me I started to sort of whimper. Can you imagine? I hadn’t had a man inside me for years, and now I’d got a very potent young chap going at me for all he was worth. I was flooding with my lubricant and at the time I thought, “I don’t care if he kills me with that great spear, as long as he doesn’t stop.” I felt it coming. When I masturbate and my orgasm starts to come, it seems like a train coming along the track but at first a long way off. Then it draws close and everything starts to tremble until finally there it is, roaring through you. You shake and shudder and cry out as you experience what is probably the most pleasurable and powerful experience a human being can have. I have read many attempts to describe the human orgasm, both male and female, but none of them can ever really convey what it is like. I’m sure I can’t either. If I had many pleasurable orgasms when masturbating, they were nothing compared to what I was experiencing with David. “I’m screaming out, “Deeper darling, deeper,” and he’s groaning “Oh mother, mother.” Then I feel him start to shoot into me and the yells and groans get louder and his sperm is slamming against the top of my vagina. With Grant it had always seemed to dribble out of ...

... him, but David’s smashed into me. Even before he was half way through his ejaculation I felt his sperm, probably mixed up with my fluids, starting to trickle down my legs. He had grasped my hips and was dragging me to him, and I was thrusting back to get every millimetre of him in. He gave one last, enormous heave howling out, “Aah,” and I felt him start to relax. I was still experiencing the aftershocks of my orgasm and I said, “Stay with me, sweetheart, just a bit longer.” He was a wonderful lover. He seemed to understand and care about a woman’s needs, and stayed with me as long as I needed him, and beyond. As he slackened in me he spoke quietly, telling me how he loved me and had wanted me ever since he was thirteen and he had seen me in panties and bra. I hadn’t known about that, and I thought, “Then why didn’t you say or do something, you young idiot.” Of course, there were too many barriers for a young chap to risk approaching his mother for sex. It was only in this situation, with both of us desperate for gratification, that the restraints collapsed. When he finally withdrew from me, the damn thing on the stove boiled over, so with shaking legs I had to rush over and turn it off. Not exactly a romantic end to a passionate coupling. We were both shaking from the intensity of our congress and I had to lean on the table to support myself. Both of us saw and felt what a sticky mess we were. There was also that slightly fishy smell that comes after sexual intercourse, ...