Bernice

It was a long week at work, and when I got home Friday evening I was too exhausted to even think about sex. I downed a beer and went to bed. But Saturday morning, I woke up refreshed and ready to go!

Remembering what a great time I'd had with Agnes last weekend, I figured I'd give the FOWNY website another whirl. I sat down at my laptop and browsed to the FOWNY bookmark. I typed in the user number it had given me last week.

"WELCOME BACK TO FOWNY!" splashed across the screen. "Your one-stop shop for free sex with older women near you! When you are ready for your next hookup, click the Fuck Me Now button."

There was the same big red pair of pussy lips, waiting to be clicked. I clicked it.

"When do you want to fuck?" I clicked the ASAP button.

"How far are you willing to travel?" My answer from last time, Up to Ten Miles, was pre-filled in. I clicked it.

"What sex acts are you interested in?" Last time, I had selected oral, wanting to just test the waters. This time, I went all in. I ticked the box for Fucking, then hit Submit.

"Thank you for your Fuck Request! Watch your text messages." Just like last week!

I glanced at my watch. Only ten in the morning. I don't know how many of the old broads are going to be looking for sex this early in the day, but you never know. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and started browsing my favorite porn sites, watching vids of older women getting furiously fucked by young studs.

Before long, my phone chirped with a text.

"Bernice has accepted your Fuck Request. Shared activities: Fucking. Accept invitation?" I clicked Yes and was taken to a map to Bernice's home.

The porn had gotten me all horned up, so I wasted no time grabbing my keys and getting into my car, letting the online map guide me. Before long I pulled up near a nice looking brownstone row house with a steep staircase leading up to the front door.

I checked my teeth in the rear view mirror before I got out of the car and climbed the steps. I rang the bell, and soon a buzzer buzzed. I pulled the door open and went inside.

A short, trim, athletic looking woman was standing there. She had shortish spiky blonde hair, and was wearing yoga pants and a form-fitting top. She was deeply tanned, and her bright white painted fingernails made an interesting contrast with her bronzed skin. She had a few lines in her face, around her mouth and eyes, and I could see a few veins in the back of her hands, but overall she looked very fit and ready for action.

"I'm Bernice," she said, walking toward me and extending a hand.

I shook her hand. "I'm Timothy. Nice to meet you, Bernice." I wondered why we were shaking hands.

"Do you know why you are here, Timothy?"

"Um, to fuck, right?"

"Yes, exactly. But I want to tell you about my situation. See that portrait on the mantel? That's my husband Phil."

It was a nice photo in an ornate frame on a very old looking mantel over a fireplace. In fact, the entire room looked like the lobby of an expensive hotel.

"I'm sorry, has he passed away?"

"Oh, no. Nothing like that. He's still around, and we love each other very much. But he is almost seventy years old, and is quite impotent."

I began to understand. She went on, "Phil and I still cuddle and kiss and perform oral on each other all the time. But he just can't penetrate me like I need to be penetrated. That's why you are here. But just for fucking. Nothing else. Certainly no kissing. Is that alright with you?"

"That works for me, Bernice! That's why I'm here, too. Not enough fucking!" I looked around the room, wondering if Phil was likely to pop up. She saw me scanning the room and chuckled.

"Oh, he's not here now! He fully approves of my FOWNY adventures, and always gives me space. He's out golfing with his buddies, and then they'll go drinking and God knows what else. He won't be home until late." She walked up close to me and ran a hand up and down my chest. "He knows I'm not cheating on him. I just need to get a big, hard, stiff cock stuck inside me, and he understands that."

I felt my dick straining against my trousers. "Well I can't promise that it's all that big, but I guarantee that it is plenty hard!"

She chuckled, and grabbed me by the crotch. "Yes, I see! Well, let's get started, shall we?"

She led me up an ornate staircase to an upstairs bedroom. The bed was huge, with a massive carved headboard and a tall post at each corner. No canopy, though. Bernice started undressing. I stood there, staring at her.

"You should be naked, too," she chided. I started stripping. Soon my clothes were in a pile on the floor, and hers were neatly folded on a nearby chair.

She turned to face me and I looked her up and down. She had no tan lines at all. Her bush was neatly trimmed. Her toenails matched her fingernails, bright white. She had a few stretch marks around her waist, and her boobs, though small and reasonably pert, had a few wrinkles as well. I thought she looked delicious.

She glanced toward the bed. "First, I want to ride you cowgirl style. That always feels the deepest to me, and I can control how deep you go. Are you ready?"

I looked down at my raging hard-on. "Oh, I'm ready alright. But are you ready? Do you need some foreplay? If that's allowed."

She slid a middle finger up and down her slit. "I could use some more moisture before mounting you. Come and hold me from behind and finger me."

She turned so her back was to me, and I stepped up close, pressing my chest against her back. My erection was pressed against her lower back. I reached one arm around her side and slipped a middle finger up and down her crack. She moaned softly. I pressed a little harder, and started to feel moisture develop. I slipped my finger inside her, and her moaning became louder. I took a chance and wrapped my other arm over her shoulder, with my hand resting on her boob. She started to buck her hips. I could feel the underside of my cock head sliding against her back, which was really turning me on. Finally, she grunted, and pulled herself away from me.

"That's enough! I don't want to cum until your cock is deep inside me." There was a bit of perspiration on her upper lip, and her eyes were glowing. She tilted her head toward the bed. "Get on your back, please."

The covers were already drawn down. I scrambled up onto the bed and laid my head on a pillow. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and pointing directly at the ceiling. Bernice got on the bed, kneeling next to me, and stroked my cock a few times with her hand. Her bronze skin and white nails made an erotic contrast with the angry pink skin of my erection.

She swung one leg over me and sat down on my upper thighs. Her small, wrinkly boobs jiggled a little. I could feel the warmth coming off of her pussy. She rose herself up on her knees, grabbed my cock, pointed it at the target, and slowly lowered herself onto me.

When her lips first touched the sensitive head of my cock, I almost jumped. That tiniest of touches sent waves of pleasure through me. When her lips parted and took my head inside, the waves became stronger and more urgent. As she inched her way down my shaft, the pleasure deepened and widened and took away my breath. Soon my cock was completely engulfed, as deep as it had ever been, inside her warm, wet, pulsating pussy. My eyes went briefly out of focus as I processed the waves of pleasure.

Then I managed to focus on her. She was sitting motionless, impaled on my cock, enjoying the feeling of fullness. Her hands were on my hips, steadying herself. Her head was thrown back farther than I would have thought possible, her chin pointing straight up. Her jaw muscles were clenched. I could see shudders running through her body. She was in ecstasy.

Then she started to move. Slowly at first, up and down an inch at a time. I could feel the suction of her pussy tugging at my cock, and the slipperiness of her juices. She brought her head down from her upward gaze and stared directly at the headboard, her eyes glazed and unfocused as she continued the slow, short motions of her pelvis.

Then she gradually increased the length of her stroke, first two inches, then three, then more. She slowly increased the speed of her strokes, faster, harder, faster and harder, until she was slamming herself down on my tower of cock. She leaned slightly forward and moved her hands from my hips to my chest, the better to leverage the motion of her hips, up and down, over and over, again and again. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were screwed shut, and I thought I saw a little spittle leaking out of the corners of her mouth. Small grunting sounds came from deep in her throat.

Meanwhile, my pleasure was also building to a climax. Not only from the tight wet pussy slobbering all over my cock, but also from watching the erotic show of Bernice's own ecstasy. As her teeth gritted and her boobs jiggled, I felt the heat in my loins slowly growing. I felt my balls getting tighter. I felt a warmth spreading through my entire body.

And then Bernice reached her tipping point. She slammed herself down as hard as she could on my cock, and let out a yell. Her fists clenched on my pectoral muscles, her white nails digging into my skin. Her pelvis shook and gyrated, and I felt a great gushing of her juices all over my cock and balls, and running down toward my butthole.

That was enough to push me over the edge as well. My cock swelled inside her, and began pumping out my spunk as my body shuddered with pleasure. I could feel five strong squirts coming out of me before it slowed to a trickle. And then another wetness leaked out of her and all over my genitals.

We were both breathing hard. I stared at her lean, tanned, slightly wrinkled boobs, her flat, slightly lined tummy, and her scowling face and tightly shut eyes. Then her face relaxed, her eyes opened, and she looked at me. She suddenly looked much softer and kinder than she had since I first met her.

"Wow," was all she said.

"Ride 'em, cowboy," I told her. She laughed.

She lifted herself up, partially, until just the head of my cock was still inside her. "Get ready," she said. "This is going to be messy." She pulled herself completely off my cock, and I felt another gushing wave of moisture, greater than the first two put together. My pubic hair was drenched, as was my scrotum and my complete ass crack. It was cold and warm at the same time, and it kind of tickled!

Bernice laid herself down next to me on the bed. "I think it's time for a little nap. Rest up. You've got more work to do." Then she fell asleep.

I watched her for a little bit, softly snoring to herself. She was certainly in good shape for an old broad, I thought. And, like Agnes last week, she knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to ask for it. I smiled, and fell asleep myself.

An hour later, Bernice was shaking me awake. "Timothy! Have a cookie. They're homemade." I looked down to see a tray of chocolate chip cookies. I grabbed one and munched it. Then I smiled. She really is a little old lady after all!

"What are you smiling about?"

"I'm smiling because I'm going to fuck you again," I told her.

"Yes you are." She glanced at my cock, which was only semi-erect. "But we need to get you hard first." She moved the tray of cookies to a side table and got onto the bed. "Spread your legs."

I did. She knelt on the bed, between my legs, and reached out for my cock. Her bronze, slightly wrinkled fingers wrapped around it, and held it in a snug grip. She started stroking me up and down along the length of my shaft. I could feel myself swelling. She started twisting her hand as well as stroking, especially focusing on twisting around the rim of my head, which made me twitch with each cycle. I was definitely throbbing.

"It takes me a half hour of this to get Phil even half stiff," she said. "It's so nice to handle a cock in its prime." By this time, her smooth cool touch and gentle stroking had my cock skin taut, and precum starting to leak out of my slit. She looked me in the eyes. "Timothy, I want you to fuck me doggy style. And don't be gentle. I can take as much as you can deliver."

She crawled away from me, and turned around so that her ass was facing me. She was on all fours. I got on my knees and moved close to her. Her ass was quite shapely, even if a little bit wrinkled and saggy. I reached one hand under her and slid a middle finger into her pussy. She shuddered slightly. I stroked in and out a few times, just to make sure she was sufficiently wet.

I pulled my hand out of her and grasped my cock with it. I put my other hand on her hip. I moved closer still, and began slowly stroking the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips. She started to moan and gyrate slightly. I kept stroking her with my cock head until her moans started to sound a bit frustrated, and then decided it was time to enter her. I pushed my head between her lips, and forced it in with one quick thrust.

She gasped, I assume with pleasure, since she immediately started pushing her hips backwards onto my cock, trying to get me as deeply inside her as possible. I put both hands on her hips, and alternately pulled and pushed her to and away from me, all the while continuing to jab and stab at her pussy with my hot, stiff cock. She thrust back to meet me on each stroke, and we worked up a good rhythm. I could hear her juices sloshing inside of her, and smelled her womanly musk wafting up to my nostrils. The heady scent and the rhythmic motion put me into a sort of trance, and I was just a jabbing, stabbing, fucking machine.

Bernice, at first on her knees and elbows, lowered her shoulders until her chest was flat on the bed. This tilted her pussy just enough to allow me to slam even deeper into her. She was grunting with each stroke, and I soon realized that she was grunting a word: "Harder!" I did my best to slam into her as hard as possible, slamming my hips against her bronzed ass with as much force as I could muster. I reached around her waist with one hand and fumbled around until I found her clit. I started strumming it with two fingers, and she went crazy. She slammed back into me more urgently than ever. Then her grunts became a moan, then a wail, and then almost a scream as she climaxed. The fragrance of her sex intensified, and her ass was shaking like a tree in a hurricane. She squeezed her thighs together, and let out a long, triumphant wail of pleasure. Then her shoulders slumped and her knees buckled, and she lay on the bed nearly motionless, with her knees still tucked under her, and her body quivering slightly in residual ecstasy.

I pulled my cock out of her sopping pussy. It was practically dripping with her juices, but I hadn't cum again. I watched her for a few minutes as she savored the afterglow of her orgasm. My cock stayed at full attention. I was so aroused that I felt like it would burst. I hoped it wouldn't be long before I could get it inside her hot wet pussy again.

She eventually rolled over onto her back. She looked a little bit dazed, with her eyes slightly crossed. But she gave her head a shake and she was back to full alertness.

"Was that hard enough?" I asked her.

"Oh my God!" She smiled up at me. Then she lowered her gaze to my crotch. "You didn't come? Good. I think I've got one more good fuck in me today." She propped a pillow under her head, spread her legs, and reached her arms out toward me. "Fuck me missionary style, Timothy. Good and hard. My pussy is still on fire and it needs you to fuck me silly one more time."

I knee-walked closer to her, put my hands on the bed on either side of her head, and lowered my hips toward her crotch. She grabbed my ramrod with one hand and guided it to her dripping pussy. The warm wet sweetness swallowed my shaft once more. As I entered her, I pushed in as far as I could; I know she likes it deep. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in as tightly as possible. Our bellies were touching, and our faces were so close I could feel her breath and smell her perspiration. Her hot wet pussy sucked my cock like a lover's mouth, as her hips gyrated and bucked. I began thrusting, pushing in as far as I could, and then pulling back out until I almost left her moist embrace. Then back in and out and in. Each time I pulled back a bit, her legs around my waist would pull me back in.

She wasn't a passive participant. She thrust her hips up to me, over and over, fucking upwards as hard as I was fucking downwards. Her small boobs were jiggling in time with her thrusting, and she was panting with the exertion. I realized that I was panting, too. She wrapped her arms around my torso, holding me by the ribcage. Our eyes were locked together as we pistoned our bodies together, again and again and again.

I was just beginning to feel my juices start to rise. The blood was pounding in my ears, and I could feel the sweat on my forehead. My cock began to feel like it was on fire, and my balls felt like a time bomb ticking down toward zero. I knew my orgasm wasn't too far away.

And neither was hers. Her panting turned to gasping, along with her low moan. She began thrashing her head back and forth on the pillow. Her jaw was clenched. I could feel her fingernails digging into the flesh of my back. It was anybody's bet which one of us would cum first.

It was her. She suddenly threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy as the orgasm took hold of her. She arched her back, slamming her gyrating, shuddering hips into mine. The pulsating motion of her pussy walls was all it took to take me across the finish line, and I felt my own hips bucking as waves of warmth flushed my cheeks and ears. I felt my long-suffering cock release its payload deep inside her body, pumping my seed into her wet sucking pussy over and over again.

Eventually we both stopped shaking, but I stayed there hovering over her with my dick deep inside, savoring the moment. Then she suddenly moved her hands to the back of my head and pulled me down to her. She planted her open mouth on mine, and snaked her tongue past my lips. I kissed her back, and our tongues tangled for many long seconds. Finally she broke the contact.

I stared at her in surprise. "I thought you said no kissing?"

She looked sheepish. "I guess I got carried away. Don't tell Phil."

I smiled at her and carefully pulled my withering cock out of her, then sat up on the bed.

She glanced at the bedside clock. "Phil will be home in about an hour. You should probably go while I take a little nap. Feel free to have a shower if you like."

"Thanks, but I'm good," I said as I gathered up my clothes from the floor. "You could probably use a shower yourself."

"Oh, no way. I'm staying right here on my back. I've got a pussy full of cum, and Phil is going to eat it all out of me as soon as he gets home." Then she closed her eyes.

I put my clothes on and walked softly toward the door. As I was almost out, she opened one eye and looked at me.

"Timothy - take the rest of the cookies with you."