Fucking One of My Mother's Card Club Friends - Sex Stories

Fucking One of My Mother's Card Club Friends

... expected. After Etta had licked the remnants of my cum off my cock with her tongue, she gave me a warm smile, told me how much she had enjoyed “feeling your cock grow in my mouth” and asked me if I was a virgin. When I admitted to it, her face lit up with apparent pleasure at the news and she replied, “You won’t be one for long.” Etta quickly resurrected my cock with her hands, tongue, lips and mouth. When I was again rock hard, and it didn’t take long, she mounted me quickly. OMG! Another slice of heaven! Etta humped me hard! Hard! HARD! She raised herself as high on my cock as she could go without losing contact, paused ever so slightly at the apex and then hammered herself down to the hilt of my dick, panting and whimpering noisily as she experienced the full length of my rock hard cock deep in her juicy pussy. Up and down, over and over and over again until her whimpers abruptly stopped as she landed especially hard on my long cock. Etta went silent for several seconds--just like a little k** about to emit a horrible scream-- and then released a loud orgasmic yelp the likes of which I had never heard before. I thought I had hurt her, but her face contorted with such obvious pleasure that I knew she was having a grand time. Her body just shuddered as she totally lost control, shaking uncontrollably. I was initially mesmerized by her orgasmic transformation but then instinctively took control of her petite body, lifting her up and slamming her hard back and forth in a ...

... standing carry fuck. She moaned loudly and groaned deeply and extended her orgasm—or maybe had another—I could not tell which. Gasping for air, Etta shouted: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh My God, does that feel good! Don’t stop!” I came hard, grunting spasmodically as my cock finally erupted into her. She responded with a “Oh, yes, come for me baby, give me all your cum!” What a mess of orgasmic slop it was--way too much for her pussy to handle all at once. My copious cum, mingled with her own pubic slime, poured from her twat and slithered down her lovely thighs, and puddled onto the floor. We collapsed in a heap back on the bed, growing wet spots all over it, mouths agape. We just stared at one another, in wonder at the explosiveness of our coupling, too breathless to even declare our lust or gratitude. This milf bitch could really fuck !!! After our recovery, we went on for another hour—more slowly and sweetly--way beyond both of our lunch breaks. Despite that, and Etta’s declaration that “I really do have to get back to work,” I fought her efforts to dress, trying to unbutton her bra and successfully stealing her underpants, which I made a point of sniffing deeply. “I love the smell and taste of your musk!” I told her. It just delighted Etta to know that I was so desperate for more of her. Etta gave up her quest to retrieve her panties, telling me “you can keep them as a souvenir my little stud muffin,” toweled her pussy clean and finished dressing. I adored watching every single move ...