Mary -- CAW #23 - Sex Stories

Mary -- CAW #23

... “Do you want me to suck you, or can I go ahead and put it inside?” She rubbed my glans in her new wetness and the fluids leaking out of her from our last session. She made the decision for both of us, positioning me in her entrance and bearing down. “Shit!” I hissed. She sank onto me, spreading her stance to allow me to penetrate until I touched her cervix. “You know what you’re against, don’t you, Mike?” “Bottom.” “Of my vagina, yes. If we work at it, you may be able to push through into my uterus. I’m pretty small. You’re certainly big enough.” She rode me like a rodeo performer, bucking, moving her legs to shift her weight, bracing herself on my ribs or thighs as she fucked me. When she leaned back I could watch my shaft disappear into her sodden depths, our combined mess foaming with our passion. Sweat dripped down her throat and into her shallow cleavage. “Push into me, Mike. Deeper. Force it!” She bore down as I rammed upward, my hands pulling her pelvis down to help. Her muscles parted to admit me to a place I had never been before. “Yes!” she moaned. “You’re in my womb! Please! Please cum inside me!” She held still then, her cervix clamped around the base of my helmet, and let her natural movements take over. Her vaginal muscles pulsed on my shaft, her uterus contracted with her climax, and she didn’t stop. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her orgasm continued, sucking the juice from my balls. Her cervix was so tight the semen seemed to boil in my shaft, and when it ...

... finally escaped, she shrieked and collapsed on top of me. I realized she was sobbing. “What’s wrong?” She smiled and fought back her tears. “Sorry. I love that feeling so much. I know I’ll miss it when I can’t get a man to do that to me anymore.” I held her at arms’ length to study her. She was a beautiful woman. She must have driven the doctors crazy as a young nursing student. “What are you thinking, Mike?” She squeezed her Kegel muscles on my softening shaft. “Best birthday ever.” She climbed off and cuddled against me. “I’ll trust you not to say anything at work. We’ll stay the same as we were there, but I’m not waiting for your next birthday to have you in my bed again, if that’s all right with you.” I played with her hair, a stray strand of silver glinting in the nightstand light. “Why me?” “Why not? You’re not married, you don’t have a steady girlfriend, and I think you can be discrete. I like you. I feel I can trust you. We get along well. You’re a cute boy … um … man. I saw the way you looked at me when you thought I wouldn’t notice, and it got me thinking. I wondered if I could make you want me.” I ran my hand down her body, delighting in the sensuous way she moved to meet it. “Do you have your answer?” She rolled toward me again, and we kissed and made out almost like we hadn’t done anything yet. Soon, she felt me hard against her leg. “This is why I wanted a younger man. It’s been a long time since I was with a guy who could get ready again this fast. Damn, we’re ...