The Apology - Sex Stories

The Apology

... to my ankles and pried my legs into the air and set my feet against his broad shoulders. He grabbed his hard cock with one hand and slapped my bottom with the other, hard enough to make my ass sting as he aimed his cock for my well-feasted pussy. His plunge came hard and deep and I nearly fainted as his balls slapped against my ass. I had no idea of how I was going to be able to keep up with this man. Most men his age would have been lying dead on the floor by now, but this man literally abused my pussy in a way I’ve never felt before. And as he fucked me he was hitting all the right spots that sent me spiraling towards yet another orgasm. Not only was he fucking me like a crazy lunatic but he managed somehow to stick his finger in my ass, twisting and turning it. It was all I could take and I came like gangbusters, screaming, twisting, jerking, and nearly going out of my mind. And while I was still coming, he pulled his finger from my ass and used both hands to grab my ankles and pressed my legs back as far as they would go to drill me with his final thrusts. Jim’s eyes were alternating between watching my facial expressions and watching my tits bounce back and forth as he fucked me mercilessly. I watched his face grimace and I felt the warm surge of his cum ...

... once again flooding my pussy when he released it. I was amazed he still had anything left in him. He attempted to keep fucking me though his orgasm, wanting to savor the moment. As his cock slid out of me, I took a very long moment to regain my composure before sliding off the counter. As my feet hit the floor, my knees nearly gave way and I had to grab the counter to keep my balance. “You okay there?” Jim asked with a chuckle. “Yeah, I think so,” I answered as I ran my fingers through my ruffled hair a few times before piling it on top of my head. I gave Jim back his shirt and we got dressed. Then I went back to finishing up the cake. It looked pretty good by the time I handed it over to him. We talked about the good time we shared together that afternoon and before he left he said, “I have a grandson whose birthday is coming up soon. Do you think you could bake a cake for him?” “Sure,” I answered. “Just let me know when. You know where I live.” I led him to my front door and kissed him one more time, but I pulled away before the kiss got too intense. He winked at me before he turned and started walking towards his car. He walked away with a contented smile on his face and a cake in his hands. As for me, well, I was happy to see that my apology worked out so well.