We lay together in our nakedness, the yellow rays of the late afternoon sun bathing us in a golden aura. I was finally where I wanted to be; on top of Carol. My married, middle-aged lover held me in her arms and regarded me. The blunt head of my cock pressed right onto her wet pussy.
"Do you have any protection?" I asked.
"No," she whispered, "but it's okay, just don't cum inside me. When you're ready, pull out. Blow your load on my tits or something."
Then she reached down and parted her pussylips with thumb and forefinger and guided me into her wet love tunnel.
She took hold of my cock and rubbed it up and down in the moist mouth of her pussy. I lowered my body and slowly eased it in until it was all the way inside.
Carol was tighter than I expected; it took several pushes until the rim of my head popped inside her vagina. Her eyes spoke volumes; wide and unbelieving.
"Oh my God you're wonderful," she groaned. "Your cock makes me feel so full."
Once I was in, it was like plugging into an epileptic mechanical bull; Carol went into multi-orgasmic throes from the minute full insertion was achieved. She arched her back and flopped like a landed salmon.
Carol held me tight, her big mature tits pressed up into my chest. Getting her first hard cock in God knows how many years, she held on for dear life as I rammed my fuck pole into her.
