Emily - Part Three - Sex Stories

Emily - Part Three

... backgrounds. We left the restaurant arm-in-arm, and I was feeling better than I had in a long time. The retro cinema was showing “To Have and Have Not”, so on impulse we decided to catch the last showing. We sat in the back row and made out like teenagers, to the disapproving stares of our fellow patrons. I couldn’t tell if it was the age difference, the fact that we were having way more fun than they were, or both. I didn’t really care. All I knew was that I was getting handfuls of tit, and the hottest woman in the theatre was rubbing my cock in front of everyone. When we walked out, we were the only couple proudly sporting a boner and hard nipples. I suggested that we stop in for one for the road, but Emily said that she wanted to get home. We walked to the car, holding hands in silence. When I opened the door for her, she kissed me before getting in. The drive to her apartment was equally quiet, but she held my hand even tighter. I walked her to the door. I was thinking that sex really was off the table when she asked me in for a cup of coffee. She got that look in her eyes, and said, "You know, with extra cream.” We barely got the door closed before she shoved me back against it and was on her knees in front of me, tearing open my belt and pants, yanking my clothes down, and releasing my resurrected erection. She grasped the thing in her hand. “Just as I remember it; big, hard, throbbing.” Without any other comment, she took half the length in her hot, wet mouth. I ...

... groaned. Damn that felt good. Just like in the shower, she used her hand as a gauge, so that no more of my dick went in than she wanted. She again attacked my knob first, alternating between her swirling tongue and a juicy sounding suction. I was in full-groan mode when she decided to let more of my dick in, allowing almost the entire shaft to now pass her lips as her hand slid down to my base. Then it was back up, until just the head was in, with her hand following behind so that no part of my length wasn’t encased in some part of her flesh. Slowly at first, but rapidly increasing the pace, she started a bobbing action that was making me feel dizzy. I looked down and watched my dick going in and out of her mouth. Every once and a while she would take it all the way out to fist the knob, and then dive right back on. It may have been a while since she claimed she last had sex, but she hadn’t lost a step. I was really going crazy now, and knew that I was going to shoot my load real soon. She must have sensed it, because she took my meat out of her mouth long enough to look up at me and say, “Did you keep your promise?” I nodded. “Good. I want you to cum in my mouth.” I could barely speak, so I just nodded again. Using her hand once more to keep me from plunging all the way in, she held the shaft in place so that the head of my dick was lying on her tongue. She sucked a little, twirled her tongue a little, and she got what she wanted; I blew. And when I say I blew, what I mean is I ...