The Night I Learned To Eat Pussy And Make A Fast Exit - Sex Stories

The Night I Learned To Eat Pussy And Make A Fast Exit

... of us would leave together, and I got some crap about it. I was worried it would get back to my wife so we started being much more careful. I would meet her at different spots. The only downside was, one day my wife noticed stains on the front seat cover. All the juice from Marlene's pussy was always hitting the same spot, and the mark was growing. I pleaded ignorance and claimed it must have been from the mechanic the last time he serviced our car. You know, grease, oil, and all that stuff rubbing off his jeans. She bought it, because she didn't pursue it again. All by way of background to this night when we finally headed to her house. Marlene, made a plan that I would come to her house after her kids were in bed asleep. Her oldest was a boy of thirteen. The daughters were twins, aged eleven. She had a sister who stayed with them until she got them to bed and then left. When we both got so fucking hot in that old car of mine that we couldn't stand it any longer, we headed to her house. When we got there, we played on the sofa in the living room for awhile. Then she took my arm and led me into her bedroom. She locked the door and put a big chest in front of it so no one could get in. "What's that for?" I asked, pointing to the blocker. "If any of the kids get up, they can't get in," she responded. "I'm not comfortable with this, Marlene," I said. "Don't worry lover-boy," she said as she strolled over and grabbed my hard cock and gave it a roughing up through my pants. ...

... "It's never happened. They sleep like little logs. Do you want to fuck or talk?" With that, she turned, swished her ass at me in that tight, gray flannel skirt she always wore and headed for the bathroom. Looking over her shoulder she said, "Get rid of the clothes, now." She went into the bathroom just off the bedroom took a pee and came out naked. She was a classy-looking Jewish woman and had black hair with a thick, raven-colored lady bush between her legs to match. Her tits were small with pointy hard nipples. I loved her belly. It clearly showed the signs of childbirth, but also looked soft and warm. I learned later in life, this is one of the most lovely little fillips of a mature woman. It made an excellent perch to rest my head as I slowly teased my down to the mysteries of the cunt below. Ah, woman, thy glorious pussy awaits the eager swain. Or some such bullshit. Ha. I was ready. By that time, my clothes were on the floor, and my young, seven inch prick was jutting straight out in front of me. In those days, there was no need for handwork, mouth ministrations or balls-fondling, not that they weren't welcome. Stiff cocks and twenty-two-year-olds just go together. She came over put her arms around my neck and kissed me so hard I thought my lips would bruise. She slithered down my body, pushed me back on her bed and started sucking my cock. I came within seconds; my prick was so eager to please her. She loved a blowjob that filled her mouth and she swallowed every drop. I ...