Erotic Stories / First Time · November 17, 2021

Mature Lady Willing To Help Part – 2

Mature Lady Willing To Help Part - 2

He watched my features. Without a word. I could see it in his eyes, that the whole thing made him uncomfortable. But something inside me knew he wouldn’t say no. He won’t put up a fight.

 

I shocked myself. So much so, that I gasped aloud as I moved. I lunged at his cock with my mouth. My lips rolled over the moist head, and I sank myself half way down the shaft.

His limbs turned rigid. His eyes shot wide open. He didn’t complain, or even acknowledge it. He froze.

I sucked deeper, harder, faster. My whole body erupted with wanton lust. I pawed at his balls, squeezed and fumbled them. The sound of my own slurping drove me into a frenzy. I reached one hand down to the bottom of my nightshirt, yanked it out of the way, and pressed my fingers against my bare pussy.

“Oh, God,” he whispered, his voice heavy, deeper than I’d heard him use before.

I licked my way up and down his thick, swollen shaft. My fingers spread apart my pussy lips and I slid one inside my seeping hole. I frigged myself senseless, my own utterances nothing more than raging, sharp breaths, that flared through my nostrils, and wet moans that rumbled against my lips and his wonderful cock.

My clitoris cried out for attention, and I gave into it. I pressed the heel of my hand against my pubis, so that the erect little nub nestled in the middle, and rolled it back and forth with my efforts.

David bucked his hips against my face, his breath heaving toward a crescendo. I sucked him harder, tightened my lips, and bobbed my mouth up and down the shaft until my neck ached.

I stopped.

“Wh-“

I didn’t give him time to complete his protestation. With one swift, sweeping movement, I lifted my head away from his erection, threw myself over his legs, and hovered my soaking wet pussy over him.

He looked up at me. His cheeks roared scarlet, and his eyes blazed with animalistic need. I tried to smile, but suspect it didn’t appear as intended.

“Is this your first time? I waited for an answer.

He nodded.

I eased myself down onto his cock, slow and steady. Allowing him to savour every second of his first penetration. His thick erection squeezed inside of me, stretching my pussy every glorious bit of the way. I lifted myself up and plunged back down. “Oh Christ.”

I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My long hair flowed around my shoulders as I threw back my head, moaning, gasping, almost breathless. I rode him like a sex-starved housewife. Not far from the truth. I thrust my pelvis up and down, grinding myself against his body. Every inch of him swelled inside me. Filled me.

I shook the sleeves of my dressing gown off, tossed it behind me. With trembling fingers I found the hem of my nightshirt and hoisted it over my head. My naked body tingled. So hot, invigorated.

He reached out. His hands squeezed and pawed at my jiggling breasts. I slowed my hips, allowed him to play. His cock continued to bury itself deep inside me. I savoured every bit of it, back and forth, fat and hard.

I leaned forward a little, offered him my heaving bosom. He opened his mouth and suckled, licked, sucked again. I whined and mewled like a cat in heat. His teeth found one of my nipples and I squealed with delight as he nibbled at it.

I longed for him to come. Inside me. But I shook my head in silence, denying myself such a pleasure.

His breathing tightened into sharp, shrift groans. I took them as my cue. Without warning, I pulled myself off him. I stood over his thighs, exposed, wet, and ravenous. “Touch it for me.”

He looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise and with crinkled lines across his forehead. He didn’t speak. Or act.

“Touch your cock. Touch it for me.” I dropped one hand to my own swollen sex, and stroked around the edges. His gaze glued to my activities. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it back and forth. Slow. Unsure.

“Faster,” I said, the word savage as it spat through my clenched teeth. “Wank it for me. Wank your cock as I watch.”

He obeyed. His arm quickened its efforts. Every feature on his face turned rigid, determined.

I forced a finger into my pussy, the size nothing compared to his wonderful cock. I slid it in and out a few times, before adding another digit. They almost lived up to him, together.

He growled. I jerked my eyes from the towering mass of his erection, to the desperate hunger in his eyes. He’s close. I used my spare hand to rub at my clitoris. Pinching it, squeezing it, rolling it and pressing it hard against my pubis.

He gripped himself tighter, his movements higher up on his cock, toward the head. The pad of one thumb positioned itself on the underside of his helmet, rubbing at the little sensitive spot.

My knees buckled. My legs turned to jelly. I dropped to the floor beside him. My fingers remained working hard toward my own climax. I stroked, rubbed, fingered. I wanted him to come. Now. And I wanted to join him.

He pushed up his bum from the carpet. His cock jerked in his grasp. He sucked at the thick air of the room in an attempt to feed the swell and fall of his heaving chest.

I held my breath. Hot, overwhelming waves of thrill flowed through my body. I pushed myself harder, faster. A lightning bolt of pleasure exploded between my legs, pulling my thighs together and forcing them to clamp hard around my hands. I screamed, yelped, and gasped for all my worth.

His limbs stiffened. He opened his lips wide, held his breath for a very long second, and closed his eyes tight.

I leaned back against the sofa. Almost steadied myself. My senses swirled and my joints ached and wavered. I glared at the lurid sight of him wanking his delicious cock. “Come for me,” I panted. “Come.”

He exhaled in one, long, loud, stream of spittle and release.

I watched his twitching hardon. The tip unleashed a thick stream of cloudy fluid. I followed it as it arced over his belly and hit him in the middle of his chest. Another landed just beside it. I moved back to the purple head of his erection, in time to see a third load. It moved to the side of him, hit my kneecap, and I moaned with exhausted desire.

His cock remained hard. He held it still. It shuddered a little, but showed no signs of deflating.

I wanted to do so much more. As I sat there, ravaged by my own lust, I imagined him back in my willing mouth. Between my heavy, full breasts. Returning to the depths of my pussy, and filling me with his hot, sticky seed. I longed to have him in my bottom, but my puckered anus quivered at the thought of something that big forcing its way in there. I still longed for it.

That’s when I remembered real life. I glanced at the clock.

“You’ll have to go,” I blurted.

“What?” He lay there, with his eyes fixed on me, his hand still wrapped around his erection.

“You’ll have to go.

“But,” he mumbled. He let go of his cock, wrestled with the waistband of his jogging pants, and tried his best to cover himself up.

“I’m sorry. My husband will be home soon.” I pulled my eyes away from him, unable to face him.

He jumped to his feet. Unformed words burbled in his throat.

I climbed back into my dressing gown. I left my nightshirt in a crumpled heap on the floor. My pussy still burned for him. My nipples hurt as they brushed against the fabric of my attire.

I turned to face him, found his eyes staring right into mine, and gave into the craving that continued to eat away at me. “He won’t be here tomorrow afternoon.”

He grinned. His features lit up with something between not believing his luck, and relief.

“Robert has the dentist after work. Should give us a few hours.” I stood up next to him, reached down and squeezed the still hard bulge of his erection through his clothing, and kissed him on the cheek. I couldn’t resist. I moved my lips to his, and darted my tongue into his mouth.

He grunted as I pulled away. I smiled at him.

As we stood there in the middle of the living room floor, I heard the gravel crunching outside. I rushed the boy into the hallway and tied my dressing gown around my waist.

My husband smiled at us both as he pushed into the house past us, tugging at his coat to get it off his back.

“See you tomorrow,” I whispered to David, with a little wink. I closed the door and my heart almost stopped.

The discarded nightshirt sat next to the sofa. So obvious. It sat out like a used condom, begging to tell its story. I rushed across the carpet, kicked at it with my toes, and hooked it under the furniture.

“What did he want?” My husband stood there in the doorway to the kitchen.

“He thought he’d left something here. I couldn’t find it.” I shrugged and snuggled myself into the material of my dressing gown. The cold air of the morning crept its way back into my bones, as my euphoric high subsided, and sowed goosebumps on my flesh.

I sneaked out to the stairs and scampered my way up them.

“No kiss?”

“I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.” I didn’t want to. The taste of David’s cock remained on my lips, around my tongue, and into my throat. I licked around my gums, and savored it. Eager for the next day.

 

The end.