To the reader
: what you are about to read is the ramblings of an "older" man who is currently spending a good bit of his time adjusting to the realization that the number of years in which he will continue to be sexually active is decreasing rapidly. As he reaches his 64th birthday this summer, he understands that not only will his physical capabilities begin to suffer, but the actual availability of willing partners will also begin to wane.
His marital situation – 40 years wed – has done nothing to satisfy his desires, as his wife is one who was brought up in her early years to believe that sexual relations were a bare necessity and nothing else. They are necessary for "wifely duties" during the first few years of a marriage and they are necessary for "reproduction purposes" during the period of time when it is convenient to produce a family. But, in her way of thinking, there is simply no other reason to engage in any sort of physical relationship after a family is produced. Nothing that this older man could do or say within the past 40 years has had any impact on her mind-set. He has, therefore, sought physical comfort and solace outside of the marriage.
He has enjoyed several long-term relationships over the 26 years since his youngest child was born; and has, on infrequent occasions, taken a chance on "one-night-stand" involvements. Just recently, he has come to the realization that he may face the next 20-30 years (his health is perfect) without any sort of physical involvement with the opposite sex. This has caused him much mental anguish because he realizes that even though his physical needs will diminish with time and age, his mental and emotional requirements will not. There have been moments of panic in the past few months, but he has now begun a campaign of getting "as much as he can, as often as he can, as long as he can" in the hopes that his recent memories will serve him well when he reaches the point that females will not consider a physical relationship with him.
Here follows the fourth in a series of events that have taken place within the bounds of that campaign. There will be future episodes as they develop and come to fruition.
The stories will be told in the first person, simply for ease of writing. It will be up to the reader to determine whether these chapters are autobiographical or not.
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And she screamed. Her hand immediately flew to her mouth to stifle her scream and it gradually evolved into a guttural moaning that vibrated through her entire body. I could feel it in the lips of her pussy that were now coating my face with her dews of delight.
And in the shadow of that scream I extended my tongue and flattened it against her pussy lips, swiping from the bottom to the top of her now-wet slit. I lifted my tongue and repeated the move, once, twice……..six or seven times, pulling her pussy curls as I pressed the flat of my tongue against her as it covered the entire surface of her steaming organ of desire. And as I slid upwards for the final swipe, I used my fingers to spread her lips slightly and on the next pass, I used only the tip of my tongue to slip inside the opening that my hands had created. I teased the surfaces there with the tip of my tongue and slid upwards to the hood that hid her love-nub and then back down…a dozen times. She was thrashing and her hips were moving as if she was trying to escape the assault on her pudenda by my tongue. She gasped and almost hiccupped in trying to get enough breath to fill those lungs being rapidly inflated and deflated by the electric shocks running through her body. "Oh, Jesus, Ed; what are you doing? This is not what I expected! Jesus! Oh, stop! Stop! No, shit; don't stop! Don't stop doing whatever you're doing!" she almost shouted at me.
I took her at her word and used both hands to slowly spread her lips and place my pursed mouth against her velvet opening. I sucked at every surface I could reach, pulling flesh into my mouth to be licked and nibbled and removed, only to be replaced by another delicious morsel of pussy. I was at a veritable vagina buffet and could not get enough. Nor could she, judging by the sounds coming from her mouth and throat.
Now was the time. I felt her thigh muscles clenching and her stomach muscles beginning to spasm. I plunged my mouth as deep between her spread lips as possible and slipped my tongue deep into her cunt. I licked and slurped and sucked at the liquid gold that seeped, then flowed, out of her depths until she had both hands clamped in the hair on the back of my head and was pulling my face so hard into her I was having difficulty breathing. She was climbing that long hill toward release and I was going to help her get there and plunge off that lovely cliff on the other side.
My hands slipped upwards, towards the apex of her slit, and found the spot where her fleshy hood was having trouble hiding its tiny treasure pearl. I used the index fingers and thumbs of both hands to swirl around that little nubbin, pulling and stretching the skin so that she peeked out and gave me a target for the wet and slippery tip of one finger. I touched her, pressed against her, and then slid my finger in a circle around her base inside the sheath. Valerie exploded from the bed, her hips slamming up and rubbing her sloppy cunt over my face and beard. I flicked at her clit and she screamed again.
Now I was in my own groove, sucking and flicking and tickling. Her body was not accustomed to this level of arousal, I was certain, and she would most likely not last long once she reached the ridge of that hill I was pushing her up. Her breathing became irregular and was punctuated by grunts and gasps, intermittently sucking in air and exhaling it in huge bursts. Her stomach and chest heaved. I looked up through the curls on her mound and watched as she moved her hands to her nipples without so much as even thinking about it. What surprised me most was that she did not pay gentle attention to those rose-colored, mushroom-shaped nubs. She pulled at them until they stretched beyond the limit at which I would have expected pain. She pinched them and pinched her entire aureole so that her grapefruit-sized breasts looked something like a child's balloon when you squeeze the air toward one end and it bulges out around your fingers.
Now was the time to accelerate her enjoyment. I moved my mouth from the center of her messy cunt and slid my lips up to her joy button. I looked quickly down and saw that she was fully extended beyond the protective layer of flesh in her hood; she was pinky-white, like a large pearl, almost perfectly round, and slickly shiny with my saliva and Valerie's own secretions. I opened my mouth and flicked her with my tongue…once, twice, a dozen times, while Valerie's body locked in a bow-shape and she grunted as if someone had punched her in the stomach. After the tongue assault on her clit, I lowered my lips, formed in a perfect "O" and sucked her control button into my mouth. I clamped down with my lips and sucked harder until that tiny thing was pulled as far into my mouth as physics would allow. She was stretched and quivering. I flicked her repeatedly with my tongue as I sucked and then traced circles around and over her, first gently, then with increased pressure and roughness.
At the height of her jerks and spasms, Valerie was finding it hard to breathe and was tossing her head and that lovely mane of hair, from side to side so violently that the entire bed was moving. I sensed that this was the moment I had been waiting for. I slid one, two, three wet fingers deep into her cunt and stroked that tiny rough spot that holds that bundle of nerve-endings all men search for. It was not difficult to locate here. And Valerie let go.
The scream was muffled by the pillow she had pulled over her face after allowing her nipples to snap back into place. They stood there on her breasts, bright read and violently abused from her own fingers. My mouth sucked and flicked at her clit; my fingers repeatedly fucked her slick and sloppy cunt opening; and now, I changed hands and used one finger to slide directly into her ass, up to the second knuckle without any impediment. That did it.
Her entire body spasmed, cramped, and vibrated like she was having an epileptic fit. She continued to scream into the pillow – not a long, screeching scream, but a dozen smaller, violent yelps that tapered off to mews and whimpers as I allowed her to slide down the other side, rather than fall of completely.
