Mary -- CAW #23 - Sex Stories

Mary -- CAW #23

... messy! Let’s go clean up.” She led me to her bathroom and turned on the shower. When she was satisfied with the water temperature, we got in. Seeing her naked under the streaming water made me appreciate once again how compact this woman was. When wet, her hair was jet black, and two steady rivulets of water ran off her plump nipples. Her fingertips tickled my cock. “You actually like what you see, don’t you? I’m flattered.” “Yes, I do. I hardly dared fantasize about you before.” “And now?” “My fantasies didn’t come close.” “That’s the birthday toast working,” she laughed. “Remember? I asked that your wishes come true.” She busied herself with bathing. I stood and stared. When she was finished, she pulled me under the water and moved aside. “Your turn, but I get to wash your cock.” I hurried through the rest of bathing to give her the chance. She soaped me with her hands until I was fully hard and then lathered my scrotum. “Did you ever have sex in the shower?” “In the dorm a couple times.” She ground herself against me. “Show me how you did it.” Together we got ourselves situated, she with her back against the tile wall of the tub, her ass in my hands and arms around my neck. We mated vigorously, almost desperately, and again her vaginal muscles milked me dry. We rinsed ourselves clean. “Did you ever hear of the play ‘Tea and Sympathy’?” she asked. “Had to read it for Freshman Lit. class in college.” She fondled my well-used manhood. “As the woman in it says, ‘Years from ...

... now when you talk about this – and you will – be kind.’ I needed this, Mike. Thank you. Now, I promised to get you drunk. Do you want to dry off and get dressed?” “I want to dry off. Not sure about clothes.” “My young stud. If you think you can go again, I’ll help.” We made slow tender love that time and fell asleep. Morning sun on my face and a tongue on my cock woke me. “Glad the rest of you is finally awake,” she said before taking me into her throat, gagging just a little, and wiping the drool off her chin with her hand to lubricate her pussy. She feasted on my morning wood, stroking me, moaning, and playing with herself so I could see. I was still pretty worn out from the night before, so I lasted surprisingly long considering her talent. This time, there was no question about coating her tongue with my semen. She swallowed and laughed. “I wish I could have taken a picture of your face when you first woke up.” “This isn’t how I usually wake up.” “Are you sorry you didn’t get to drink more last night?” I pulled her naked body against mine to cuddle. “When you picked me up looking that good, all the thoughts I had about you started swirling in my head. When you asked if I wanted to see under your skirt, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Pretty much forgot about booze at that point.” “You seemed like you enjoyed yourself. I know I did.” She kissed me softly and snuggled. “You know we can’t do this all the time.” “Okay.” “You need girls your age, and I need men closer to ...