When we were much younger my work took us to a city of about ten thousand in the lower Midwest. Being young with two kids and no extra income finding a place to live became an issue. The nice places were too expensive, the cheaper ones were basically dumps. That is until we happened upon a lady in the grocery store putting up a flier on the bulletin board looking for a "couple" to rent her cottage as she called it. My wife quickly began asking questions endearing herself to this middle-aged lady. Long story short, we were able to rent the modest two-bedroom house at a reasonable rate we could afford.
Why does any of this matter, because this lady is the inspiration for my story. Gloria was in her early 50's, divorced and had a succession of young men in and out of her house. There had to be nearly a dozen we knew of while we lived two doors down across an empty lot between her place and ours. At first there seemed to be both young and old, that ended quickly. It seemed she'd be with one young guy a month or so, take a short break and be back with the next. On the occasional hot summer night with the windows open we would fool around after listening to Gloria yell out and moan loudly when the orgasm hit. It made my wife try to be quieter, generally to no avail.
I had been thinking about those days and decided to write my version of what may have happened in a different setting. Our stay in that city lasted twenty-six months. We still talked about her and chuckled right up until my best girl got promoted to heaven. This submission is a bit different than my normal romance category but hopefully some will find it a fun read. I've no idea if it will be well received or not, but heck, you don't know until you try.
Fair warning, this isn't very long and is mostly sex without much story.
My Pleasure
With his back to the headboard and me lying between his thighs I moved Jerrod's hands from the side of my head. I held them against his thighs as I felt the head of his thick cut cock begin to swell in my mouth. Today was the culmination of weeks' worth of flirting, he was a new cock to suck and I was going to savor the moment. I'd moved his hands because this was our first time, I didn't want to take the chance he would grab my head and try to jamb it down my throat when he came. I don't mind sucking deep, but down my throat just doesn't work. I've tried to train myself and the gag reflex is so strong I can't get it past the back of my throat. His cock was beginning to twitch and pulsate, I was seconds away from feeling the warm thick sperm making its way up the ureter and squirt out the end of his lovely cock.
When his balls began to contract the reward of my ministrations splashed against my tonsils, I gulped it down and waited for the next volley. Spurt after spurt I swallowed with glee, moving my tongue outward as I slowly bobbed my head milking his cock for every drop. With a loud POP I pulled back, smacked my lips and smiled before opening my mouth to let him see it was all gone. I leaned forward to kiss the tip of his rapidly softening eight inches, at the same time slithering my tongue across the tip collecting any extra seepage I may have missed.
I had been looking up into his eyes as his balls tightened in my hand. While I gently cradled his scrotum stream after stream flooded my mouth. Some women think it's humiliating to swallow, I think of it as my reward for a job well done. Unlike so many older men who take a blow job for granted, younger guys like Jerrod were always so much more appreciative. I made sure it wasn't hurried and frantic, I took the time to tease and arouse before taking him to the edge and letting him fall off. If I knew he wouldn't cram it down my throat when he came I'd have let him fuck my face. That would be for another day. I love having a man's hands alongside my head, holding me in place dominating my mouth, slow, smooth, much like they would my pussy.
Jerrod and I had been flirting along with verbal foreplay for weeks. With him being twenty three and me forty-eight I think he was surprised that a woman my age would be so forward and accepting of his sexual innuendos and guarded suggestions. It wasn't vulgar, more along the lines of him telling me he couldn't understand why my husband left me for a younger model and that if he was my husband he'd take good care of me.
I would chuckle and play along, "You mean in bed?"
He would blush and quickly nod, to which I would wink and say.
"As if."
He was in a position under me at work from a supervisory point of view. Which meant I had to make absolutely sure anything that happened was away from where we worked and stayed strictly between us. He was the first guy from work that I chose to be involved with. Oh yes, there had been others outside of work, young men who caught my eye and tickled my fancy. I would spend time finding out all I could before inviting them into bed, a girl can't be too careful these days. Though Jerrod worked under my supervision at work, I intended to have him under me physically before the weekend was through. Me riding him like the young bucking bronc I imagined him to be.
It isn't that I blow every guy I think is cute, there has to be an inner connection, and I need to know that I'm in control. At least to start with. I love cock, always have, I imagine I always will. From the early years, through college and eventually my marriage. Once the ring was on my finger I stopped screwing around and remained satisfied with everything hubby had for me until he cheated. At seven inches and fat as a summer sausage I had more than enough to keep me smiling. I've heard tell of size queens, not for me, I don't need a hard cock slamming into my cervix. Hurts like hell. Give me a nice length combined with girth and I'm a happy girl.
Before I married I'd been in bed with three other guys and probably sucked off another seven or eight. I was relatively careful and stingy when it came to letting a guy have my pussy. However, if they were clean and I liked them enough to continue a relationship without penetration, I would gladly empty their balls with my mouth. That is, right after they licked me to as many orgasms as I could stand before pushing them away. A few suggested anal, it was out of the question. Anal was a small, very small, part of my married sex life. I let him do it a few times to please him. It wasn't enjoyable, I never climaxed, and I would hurt for days. Shoving a dick up my ass was definitely out of the question.
Though I'm 48 and past my prime I continue to maintain an exceptionally high libido. I don't go the gym or spa every week, I don't do yoga or Zumba. I maintain what appeal I do have by simply walking or riding my trusty old Schwinn most evenings when I return from work. I'm of average height for a woman, my boobs sag like all the rest of the ones that have nursed babies. They still possess firmness and the nipples point ahead instead of down in spite of the fact they're no longer high and tight.
My mommy hips are just wide enough to form a natural saddle for a virile young man to lie between and never fall off. My legs are long and strong, strong enough to dig my heels into his ass cheeks forcing him as deep as possible. What tends to satisfy me is the feeling of manly weight on my body as his cock enters my pussy, the look of euphoria that flows across his face as my vagina sucks him deeper with every stroke. No, I don't need a dick shoved in my ass, I know what I need, and being sodomized isn't on that list.
What is on that list is a young vibrant cock brought back to life and buried balls deep in my older grateful pussy after having tasted his first load of the evening? That is something I not only encourage if the stars align, but something I crave as well. I haven't gone through menopause yet and love the fact that I still have plenty of thick, sticky, warm gooey lubricant for a cock to slide through. As the flirting game with Jerrod progressed through the weeks I noticed my panties becoming wetter and wetter by days end. The flirting always took place in the cafeteria, more than once I had to go to the ladies, shuck my panties, put them into a zip lok bag and slide on a dry pair.
Some days I would get home after work with two pair of panties in a zip lok, soaked with my natural juices. I knew that I needed to get Jerrod in bed soon or buy more batteries and underwear. Thoughts of his hard cock aimed at my hot box, the thick head pushing against the labia with enough pressure to open me would have the juices flowing throughout the day. I would daydream about the moment I crave the most, the head spreading me open as the shaft slowly sinks in. The walls of my vagina hugging the shaft tight, coaxing his balls to erupt, sending seed deep into my hungry pussy. When a young man's cock begins to swell and throb I smile and think, "Here it comes, what I want and need."
Even if I've already cum, the first rope of semen hitting my cervix always sends me over the edge again, always. From that moment I ride the wave of ecstasy cascading through my body. My hips roll, my tummy convulses, my breathing is ragged, mouth wide open with no sound to be heard. Those are the moments I look forward to, the reasons I seek out younger men. The satisfaction of having my pussy filled to overflowing with young, potent sperm. When my Ob-Gyn asks why I'm still on the pill I simply smile. I never say it, but I always think it,
"Because I love being fucked bareback and having my pussy filled with young potent seed."
Anyone whom I invite into my bed must abide by my rules. They agree to them or nothing. I take the time to make sure they're clean before I fuck them, why would I want my reward in a condom and not inside me? No. I need to feel it, to fill my vagina, nothing less will do. Not all of them can reload quickly, therefore I covet the ones who do. I fuck them until they're so worn out they have to sleep.
