Sixty-five, But Who’s Counting (Ch 4) - Sex Stories

Sixty-five, But Who’s Counting (Ch 4)

... essence, I’d better get cracking. I leaned forward with my face just above her pussy and inhaled deeply through my nose. That wonderful briney, musky aroma stimulated something deep and primeval in my brain.

I pressed my open mouth onto her pussy and began to lick. Trish exclaimed, “Oh, yeah; that’s it. That’s it, Baby!”

I placed my hands on her lower belly, my fingers pointing upward on either side of her camel toes. I spread her labia with my thumbs, giving me unfettered access to her vaginal opening and clit. I licked up and down her shaft and sucked on her clitoral helmet.

Trish rose up on her elbows and forearms, instructing me, “Harder, faster.”

I stood up for better leverage. With my left hand, I applied pressure just above her pubis. I slid my right social finger into her amazingly wet vaginal and curled the tip against her G-spot. With the thumb, I made small circles up and down her clit.

I watched her body language and facial expressions.

She began to mouth breathe, her chest and small breasts heaving up and down. Trish closed her eyes, opened them briefly, then held them tightly closed. She bit her lower lip.

Trish used her elbows to raise her upper body farther into a partial crunch. I could clearly see her abs contracting.

Then all movement ceased. She held her breath for one, two, three seconds. I knew she was close, very close.

And then she came.

Trish loudly exhaled an unintelligible growling “ugh” sound that exploded from her ...

... mouth. She heaved farther upright, almost sitting. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, trapping my right long finger in her spasming vagina.

Trish held this frozen position for a few seconds; then whispered, “Don’t move, too sensitive.” I left my finger buried in her cunt, but stopped diddling her G-spot. I leaned forward and kissed her. There was drool leaking down her left chin.

Her orgasm abating, Trish relaxed. She leaned backward, once again with her back on the mattress. She sighed, then smiled. “That was so good, but I need you to fuck me. Give me a little room.”

I eased my long finger out of her hoochie and stepped back. She grabbed a pillow and to my surprise, slid down off the bed and assumed the doggy position. She stood with her legs spread, her sweet little ass stuck out proudly. She leaned forward on the mattress with her face and arms on the pillow.

I assumed the position. I placed my left hand on her pelvic wing. I spit into my right palm and added the saliva to my precum-dripping cock head for added lubrication.

I fisted my sausage and began running its tip up and down her taint, finally pausing at the entrance to her vagina. I began to apply pressure.

Trish abruptly stiffened, throwing her right hand back around her hip to my fisted meat.

She whispered, “Tate, I want it; but not there. I won’t cheat on my husband.”

“Huh?” I asked.

Trish answered the question nonverbally by redirecting the tip of my cock to her pink rosebud.