Mary -- CAW #23 - Sex Stories

Mary -- CAW #23

... arms from the straps. “You didn’t drink enough to have beer goggles, and you’re getting harder. Touch them.” “Mary, you’re ….” “Shh. I want you to. The men I bring home are usually much older than you. I like the idea of a college boy wanting me.” She stroked me gently as I explored her small breasts. “I feel so naughty, like Mrs. Robinson from that movie. Now you may see what’s under my skirt.” She stood and fumbled with the zipper in the back, then wriggled the tight denim off her hips and let it fall to the floor. She kicked off her shoes and posed facing away from me in skimpy, translucent bikini panties. The view of her still-supple ass made me twitch. She had a butt to rival some of the girls I had been with before. She pulled her panties down slowly, her openings peeking at me between her legs. “Turn around,” I breathed. She did, confirming my masturbatory fantasies. “Seems you like what you see,” she said, pointing at my erection. “I do.” “I bet I can make your dick feel better than those college girls. I’ve been doing this longer than they’ve been alive.” She knelt in front of me and fondled my erection for a moment, then lifted it and licked my scrotum. The sensation burned up my spine. She fondled my balls and nibbled on my shaft and crown with her lips. When I groaned my pleasure, she took me into her mouth. Her laugh lines deepened as she smiled around me, but she never stopped working me with her hand, lips, and tongue. It took an embarrassingly short time for ...

... me to near the end. “Mary…” “You’re going to climax soon, aren’t you?” She grinned and then sucked me in again. When I ran my fingers through her hair, she went faster until I filled her mouth. She swallowed and licked me like a frozen treat. “Happy birthday. Mmm. I love that taste.” She led me to her bedroom then and helped me undress the rest of the way. “Have you ever eaten pussy?” I pulled her to me, grabbing her ass to grind her belly against my re-awakening cock. “My favorite food.” I lifted her and put her on the middle of her bed to admire her. Her modest breasts barely showed signs of age, the nipples pencil erasers on small, crinkled areolas. Her belly was soft but petite like the rest of her, and her lovely legs looked better than ever. Her neat wet curls called to me, and I answered. She seemed reserved at first, not relaxed enough to enjoy my fingers on her wet slit or my kisses on her thighs. “You’re tense, Mary.” “I can’t believe I seduced you.” “You didn’t have to work at it real hard.” “No, you made it easy. I don’t care if it’s wrong. It’s so good for my ego. It’s been too long since a man was down there.” “I love going down on a girl.” I pushed her thighs apart and found her moisture with my tongue. She jumped when I did. “Oh, God.” The taste of pussy to me is like booze to an alcoholic. When I start, I can’t stop until I’m drunk on it. Mary was no exception. She was different from the college girls and nurse’s aides – every bit as wet as any, but her flavor ...