Getting To It - Sex Stories

Getting To It

... going to go with Wendy. Was that it? A fabulous BJ but I wouldn't be allowed to reciprocate? She stood up and asked me to help her put the cover on the hot tub. She then took me by the hand and led me to the attic and her bedroom. Now I knew what I wanted to do was going to happen!

I pushed her onto the bed, and we started to kiss. My hands explored her small boobs. Her areola were dark, almost claret red in colour, and her nipples were hard and stood out, making them the biggest parts of her breasts. I sucked one for a while, and she wriggled with pleasure.

"Bite them! No, harder! Harder!!"

I moved my mouth down her body and to her bush. It was trimmed, but it was still a proud symbol of her femininity. Despite the recent soaking in the hot tub, I could smell her natural perfume, and it smelled better than anything sold in high-end department stores at Christmas. I plunged my tongue between her legs and through her bush to her rose-red labia. The touch of my tongue caused her to writhe, and I found it easy to work out her favourite locations from her very obvious movements.

I used a finger to fuck her as I was tonguing her, and her moaning got louder. I started playing with her clitoris hood and squeezing it as my tongue continued to explore her vagina. She was getting wet, and her juices were truly nectar from a goddess!

"Fuck me!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I pulled myself up on the bed, and Wendy indicated that she would go on top. I lay back, ...

... and she mounted me, giving me a noticeable gasp as I entered her.

"Don't move. Let me do this."

I was happy to oblige. She moved very slowly up and down, all the while keeping eye contact with me. Occasionally she'd lean down and we'd kiss; this was always accompanied by faster fucking until she pulled away, sat back up, and continued to slowly move up and down on my seven inches.

She felt tight, and I could feel her vagina tightening and releasing on my cock occasionally. Suddenly her face started to look as if she were in pain, and I realised her orgasm was near. She started moving faster, and just as she moaned as her orgasm hit, I ejaculated in her.

She crawled up my torso and sat with her legs around my face, inviting me to lick her and enjoy my generous creampie. I greedily lapped her wet juices mixed with my own cum, and the angle at which she was sitting meant that it all drained down into my mouth. I motioned for her to turn over, and I started to employ my tongue between her vagina and her ass. I spread her ass, and my tongue enjoyed rimming her for several minutes.

Sex in your fifties and sixties isn't like sex as a teenager. Rest and recovery are important, and we took advantage of this by cuddling and chatting. Wendy admitted that she had sex several times a week, sometimes at home and sometimes elsewhere. She said that, like her Mum, she had a high sexual drive but a low tolerance for jealousy and egos. I told her that I wasn't the possessive sort, ...