He slipped his hand from my cunt and began to undo the rest of the buttons. His hand was wet against my body. The dress fell loose, and I shrugged out of it. I was naked now.
He pushed me back on the couch. I lay flat, with one leg dangling off the couch, and the other up against the back cushions. My whole cunt was exposed to his view.
He leaned forward and began to lick at my cunt. His tongue was hot and he slid it into my box as though it were a wet cock. I felt him slide up inside of me.
"Fuck me!" I insisted.
He pulled his face up and looked down at me. I could see he wanted to continue.
"Fuck me!" I said again. "I'm going to come and I want to be fucked. My husband can eat me anytime. I want your cock!"
It swayed him. He first kneeled, then fell forward on top of me. His cock was red hot, and I felt him pushing it uselessly against my thigh. I reached down between us and took it in my hand. I guided his frantic thrusting into the fire of my cunt. He slid down and in.
"My god!" he said. "What a cunt! It's so hot! So hot!"
He pushed himself in and out of me. I could feel his pants against the nakedness of my thighs, and his balls kept on bouncing against my ass. His cock was like a red hot poker, and he slid it in and out, searing out the fires of my aroused box.
I tightened my cunt around his rod, squeezing down with all my might. I felt his cock throb, then shudder.
"I'm coming!" he moaned.
His orgasm was intense, just as his love making was. He came copiously, spilling his hot seed into the thirsting mouth of my cunt. His orgasm was different than Mark's: it was stronger, more passionate, vibrant, hotter. He shuddered as though he had palsy.
The very intensity of his orgasm precipitated my own coming. The hardness of his body, vitality of his youth, the burning fires that flooded from his cock, all made me recall my own youth, and the undulled peaks of exquisitely acute orgasm. My climax came crashing down and shattered in tiny pieces in my cunt.
I began to moan. Wave after wave of shuddering passion pumped through my body. My cunt was like a stuttering Up around his hot, throbbing cock, twitching in spasms of complete abandonment. He kept on pounding away at me, and it felt as though my cunt had exploded inside of me. It wasn't my cunt, it was my orgasm.
Later, as the waves of ecstasy diminished, and the fireworks of primary colors dimmed to cooler shades of pastel, I pushed him off my body, and he fell on the floor. He had been still pumping himself in and out of my exhausted cunt, and I could take the pleasure no longer. He lay on the floor on his back, with his mindless, insensitive cock unbent and still, poking proudly in the air, as stiff as it first went in.
"Lady," he moaned. "For an older woman-you're some piece of ass!"
Older woman! I thought, although I was sure that he had meant it as a compliment.
"How was I?" he asked. His ego, like his erect cock, was waving like a flag. He was so sure, so confident.
"You were good," I told him. It was the truth: he was good. "You're a good fuck."
I almost expected him to say "I know." Thankfully he didn't say anything at first. He pushed himself up on his elbows. With one hand he massaged his wet cock.
"When can I see you again?" he asked.
I looked at him. "Never."
He looked incredulous. "You have to be kidding, "I'm not. Don't ever come around here again. If you do, I'll call the police.".
He looked hurt, wounded. "Why?" he asked. "It was good, wasn't it?"
"It was good."
"I don't understand-"
I could see that he didn't understand.
Good, I thought. Maybe it will teach him a lesson. He was so confident, so sure of himself. Let him figure it out for himself.
"Put that thing away," I said, "and get out."
I left him sitting there on the floor, looking up at me, holding his cock in his hand. I put my dress on and walked away.
Chapter 6
I think I was dreaming about Ed Richards. I know I was dreamingj about some blond, young man with a large cock. Whomever it was, was standing nude over me with an enormous cock. In the dream, the cock was about a foot long. The man was jerking off with long, exaggerated strokes. He began to come, and he started to scream: "Suck it, old lady! Suck out my come, old lady!"
I was lying under the shower of his sperm, and I was naked. I was masturbating myself, and I had my mouth open and I was trying to catch the sperm in my mouth. I felt his come splashing against my tits and my belly, getting into my cunt hair and causing my fingers to keep slipping off my clitoris each time my orgasm grew close. It was frustrating. I felt myself growing closer and closer to an orgasm, but my fingers kept on slipping. I could feel the orgasm building, and building and build The dream vaporized. The alarm clock was ringing in my ears. I reached across the gulf of sleep and shut the alarm. I stared at the ceiling, remembering only the dream. It took me a moment to realize that I was holding my cunt.
I must have been masturbating in my sleep, I thought. The dream.
I rolled over. Mark was still sleeping. He was on his back, with his mouth open slightly. He was snoring lightly.
The dream had made me horny. I snuggled against Mark. He was sleeping soundly. I reached down his belly and wrapped my hand around his cock. He had a hard-on in his sleep. I began to jerk him off. He stirred once, but continued to snore.
I scrunched under the covers, wriggling my body down to the foot of the bed. Then I crept upward between Mark's legs. I took his cock in my hand and began to suck it. I jerked him off as I sucked.
His cock smelled musky and sweaty, and tasted stale. I could smell the dank, fish-like smell of his balls each time I drew my face near his crotch. The blankets kept the odor down, against his body. He smelled like sex.
Mark's cock slid in and out of my mouth. His cock was hard with the night's sleep and the building pressure of his full bladder. I slid my tongue back and forth across the head of his cock as I sucked, applying as much wet friction as I could.
Mark began to react. He started to moan and grumble. He tried to lift his legs and pull away, but the pressure of my arms and head prevented him. I held him in place and sucked on his cock.
"Uhmmmm!" Mark moaned. "What-"
I felt his hands clutching at my head, holding my face down against him. He opened his thighs and pulled them up, bending them at the knees.
"Oh, Wendy!" he said. Sleep slurred the words. "Good morning!"
I continued to slurp on his cock. I bounced my head up and down, taking his full length into my mouth with each downward swallow. I moved my head rapidly, simulating a fuck with my mouth in place of a cunt
"Christ!" he moaned. "You'll make me come that way!"
Mark began to hump his hips up against my face, lifting his ass, and crushing his stomach and cock against my face. His hands tightened around the back of my head.
I felt his hands moving away from my head suddenly.
"I want to watch," I heard him say.
I felt the covers flip back. In the dim light of the gray bedroom, I could see Mark's naked body. Short black hairs curled up and down his thick thighs. I held his balls in my hands as I continued to suck his cock.
He put his hands back and held me in place.
"Good, Wendy, good!" he said.
That was about enough, I thought. I stopped sucking him and pulled my face away. My mouth was all wet from my own saliva.
"Fuck me," I said.
"Hummmm… with pleasure!" Mark moaned.
I moved to get up. That ruined it. Up to that point, I don't think Mark had been fully awake. My movement drew him out of his revery.
"Hey!" he said. "What time is it?"
"Time to get laid," I said hopefully.
"No, seriously. What time is it?"