"I want your dick way up my ass!"
Finally.
Terry and I were going at it pretty hard --she was on top, her tits really heaving, pumping up and down, cumming over and over-- when she pulled up and off, rolling onto her back, pulling up her legs and exposing her soaked, hairy bush and butt hole.
"Come on!"
I decided to play a little. "Come on, what?"
"Come on... sir?!" She stumbled a little.
"What? What do you want?"
"You know." I did know, After all those orgasms her clit was pretty worn and she was after some anal. Somehow or other Terry had figured out that she could have anal climaxes too, which were pretty powerful themselves and without the clit burn of the others. But, I also knew that in her own way she could be pretty shy about asking for it.
"You know! You know what I want when I'm like this." She pulled back on her knees a few times to push open her holes some more. "Look how hard you are, you want it baby."
She was right, my cock was aching from all the blood rushing. But I was holding firm.
"You can say it, you totally want to." She could almost cum just by letting out the right dirty talk.
"Please!! Put in it." She stopped for a second and then... "Put it in...the back." She exhaled with the effort.
I stayed still, saying nothing.
.....
We'd come a long way.
Theresa --Terry-- and I met on a blind date after our divorces, no kids. For separate reasons we were both hanging back to even firm up the date, but I was new and lonely in LA so I set up a lunch which went well, and then a weekend brunch. It was there we found our common ground, and after a few more dinners, some deep kissing and some clothes on, under the blouse groping we finally got around to getting naked.
We started some serious fumbling at Terry's Hollywood hills house --she was proud to have been successful enough to afford one on her own before any of her friends-- that she'd furnished beautifully with the centerpiece of a beautifully, with an overstuffed Shabby Chic couch. We were all over it, losing --slowly-- piece by dithering piece of clothing. It's always difficult to expose our non perfected bodies for the first time, yes? Her breasts had already felt great in my hands, but I was unprepared for her large, wide nipples that flopped around so freely. I could already tell she thought she was too heavy --I'd never been with a woman who didn't feel the same way-- but to me she looked sexy and round. It was our first time, but I was old enough to know the first time is the best time to figure out what's what and where we would and would not go. And I'd learned that I could lead the explorations even if there would be push back if we went too far too fast.
The couch was a wide, playful canvas and we used the whole thing. She was amazing, sexy, and wow! orgasmic. She must have come five times in just the few minutes, and it was clear we weren't done. I'd never been with anyone who wasn't one and done. This woman was going to be fun.
Terry loved my mouth kissing her everywhere, her neck, the sides of her boobs, she particularly moaned with my tongue on her nipples. She licked down to my dick, holding onto my ballsack and grabbing on with her mouth. She hummed when she took the head in and I could tell it was a little bigger than she was used to, but not so big that she stopped. I maneuvered around to smell her pussy which was already oozing sex, but when I opened the lips for a kiss I could tell she a little reluctant. Which didn't stop me from going for the gold.
I rolled her over one of the enormous couch arms, ass up, a little of her dark pussy hair showing. My nose opened her legs as I moved up, stretching them a bit wider. Her right hand was covering herself.
"No," she said, very still.
"Move your hand," I said in a whisper. I waited. She cautiously moved it away.
"Open up," I said in a murmur. Her legs spread out into a 'v' but not too fast.
My breath was on her crack and she closed up again, he hand back in place.
"No, please," she said again.
"Are you sure?" She shook her head. "Really?" I coaxed gently. "Your ass is beautiful."
"It's fat."
"Every ass is fat."
"Yours isn't. I looked," she giggled.
"Believe me, it is."
"Not like mine. It's too big."
"Your ass is round, it's full like a rear end should be. It's sexy."
"You're crazy."
"I horny. Horny for your breasts, your pussy, your ass."
Her legs opened again and she sighed. "Go," she relented.
I licked, she tasted good, but it was obvious she wasn't comfortable. I stopped then. We had other sexy business to attend to and I learned some of the limits. For now, I hoped.
.....
We took our time getting to know each other. Well, we didn't take our time fucking each other, we both loved that and were old enough and experienced and, I guess, comfortable enough to go at it like rabbits. It took a little longer for us to learn to make love, but that made sense and we in the end we could either make love or fuck depending on how the moods struck us.
"Slow Thomas, be gentle with me baby."
"Push it in deeper Tommy! Fuck me more!"
"That's it, yesssssss. Your fingers are so soft, they feel so niiice."
"Hold me down you fucker!! Slam it in, make it cum!"
Terry loved it in every position, especially when I was telling her what to do. She liked it doggy, though her skin (and her mind?) was too sensitive for a slap. Head down and ass up, way up? Yeah! She could ride on top really good too, grinding her pubes into me, dripping out all over.
"You love that, don't you?" she'd say. "Me leaking my cunt juice all over your hard penis baby? Here, take some more." She'd lift up off my cock and let loose.
On top, her tits jiggle like crazy. They weren't exactly full breasts, a little loose even before we had kids, but they were awesome. Big areola, spread wide, nipples jutting out and bouncing when she rode. Terry particularly was delighted to shake them all around when I asked, and boy could they shake. My cock wouldn't play with a reverse cowgirl, but that was fine, I checked out her bottom all the time. With or without clothes.
"Do you like it?!" she'd asked when I was bonking her from behind. "Do you like looking at my ..... oh yessss, push it more.... Do you like looking at my fat behind while your fucking me? Spread my cheeks baby...ooohhh yesss... spread 'em and watch me winking at you cutey... fuck fuck fuck me like thaaaaa.....!!!!"
But I think missionary was definitely her favorite. It was something about the combination of my covering her whole body with mine and the way my penis stroked her insides in this position, but it never took long for either of us to get off this way.
Figuring out all the ways to make her cum took a little time, of course. Like I said, it felt like she could cum a million times a session, but how to do it was best was the question. She was pretty good with a cock impaling her, especially when she was on top, but not unusually, some rubbing could help it along. She loved dry humping for her first little ones, and we could go to four or five just with my fingers impaling her vagina. It took a few years before she'd make herself cum in front of me, but as we both discovered, my sucking her nipples could do the job by itself (a revelation for both of us!) and then she got more comfortable rubbing herself while I was licking and nipping up top. Toys? I'd gotten us a few, but like a lot of ladies of my generation she thought that toys and lube meant that something was lacking in her skills and body. She'd liked them for an occasional novelty, that was it. But you know, that was all right. Terry was the kind of total sexpot that worked just right for me.
The only surprise I had was about oral sex, cunt munching. She didn't love it. Which, in my experience, was unusual. The women I'd been with craved it, especially when I sucked hard, fast and loudly. It made them all cum like... well, it made them cum like their pussy was being sucked. Not Theresa. On occasion I could lick it very very softly --I loved the taste of her-- but usually when she got close to cumming she'd pull me up for a powerful skewering . Don't know whether she was just super sensitive --generally, her skin couldn't take too much of anything-- or it was something else buried deep in her psyche. Hell, so what? Terry was a sexy beast.
