Mary -- CAW #23 - Sex Stories

Mary -- CAW #23

... was richer. I lapped at her like an over-heated dog, fingering her deeply and nibbling around her clit when it came out to play. She seemed to love it when I pushed my tongue inside her, but she finally stopped me with three words. “Fuck me now.” “Really?” “I need your cock. When I decided to play merry widow I got an IUD, but now I’m on the pill. Don’t pull out.” She urged me upward and sucked her taste from my tongue. I positioned myself over her, and she wiped my cock head on her wet pussy lips to prepare it. Then she notched me in her entrance and smiled. “It’s time you tried someone mature.” She let me penetrate her deep in one slow stroke. Her walls were tight, but they gave way to their new visitor. “How many times can you cum in a night?” she whispered, wrapping her limbs around me. “We’ll see.” I pulled halfway out and sank back in. She ground herself against me. “I blew you to take the edge off so you’ll last. Next time, I’m on top.” I put everything I knew into fucking her – changing speed and angle, playing with her breasts and buttocks, kissing her, massaging her clit, trying my best to make her cum on my cock more than once before I couldn’t hold back, and then pushing deep to bathe her insides in spunk. It seemed like I came a long time. The way her pussy milked me helped. Spent, I rolled off. We lay side by side, sweaty and breathless. Finally she asked, “Are we having fun yet?” “I can’t believe this.” “What?” “You. Me.” “Hate to break it to you, Mike, but ...

... you’re at the age of your sexual peak. Women seem to have one before we hit the change. It’s like we’re afraid we won’t get dick much longer, especially since some men our age are going downhill, so we grab what we can.” She emphasized her words by grasping my wet penis. “We should live for today. You belong with a girl your age, but a little sex between co-workers can be fun. Who knows? This old broad might be able to teach you something you can use on your next conquest.” I grew in her hand as she spoke. “This is probably weird for you,” she said. “It’s weird for me. I always stuck with my age group before. Ted and I were only a month apart, and when I started dating again, I was still a young woman, so I went with young men. As I aged, so did my lovers. Then I saw you looking at me.” “Couldn’t help it. I have a confession to make.” “Oh?” She stroked me slowly. “Do tell.” “I look at you every chance I get. Your figure is my ideal body type. Even when you’re not flashing me, if I look at you long enough I get hard. That night after you showed me your panties, when I got home I masturbated thinking about you.” “Honestly, I sort of hoped you would,” she said. “It’s a guilty thrill for me knowing that. Am I tight enough?” “Tight enough? Are you kidding?” “This old pussy doesn’t get used that much by … you know… a real dick, so I hoped it would feel good to you. I want you to fuck me again.” She climbed on top and straddled me, fingering herself and pumping me to full readiness. ...