I picked Janet up at the grocery store parking lot on Thursday again. There was no hesitation on her part when I suggested it again.
Of the 10 hours I had spent with her so far, less than two hours of that time had been spent on foreplay or fucking. It caused me a bit of concern; not for the money I was putting out, but I wanted to spend as much time with her naked and "in the clutches" as I could. True, I had let her bail early the first time because I had been very satisfied, and yes, wore out. True, I threw away the second time to show her I cared about her and she was not just a whore, though she surprised me with her masturbation. I had not even eaten her pussy yet.
"Good morning Press." She said happily as she jumped into my car. "I've missed you."
"And I've missed you too." I replied, somewhat surprised, but happy she was wearing the khaki pants and dark sweater I had originally saw her in and asked her to wear at our first meeting. "You look very nice!"
"I don't know why you like this outfit so much," she said. "But I thought I was surprise you and wear it today."
"I think there is a number of reasons why I like it." I began. "You are a very sophisticated looking lady and that is a very smart looking, "dressed down" outfit for a sophisticated lady. That, and it reminds me of the days at Silver Bay on Lake George at the YMCA Association. All the girls wore khakis during the summer camp. I was a counselor there during college."
"You're very sweet." She replied. "And let me guess, that's where you lost your virginity to a very pretty coed camp counselor?"
"She lost her virginity too!" I continued. "I've had the honor of having three cherries."
We arrived at the motel and entered the same room we had had before.
"I tell you what," I said "let's get undressed and I'll give you a good body rub."
"You sure know how to make a woman weak, Press."
"Okay if we leave a few lights on?" I queried.
"Well, you have seen this so called sophisticated lady devoid of any modesty in broad daylight." She replied. "Sure, put all the lights on you want."
We were soon naked and I closed on her, kissing her passionately, roaming my right hand over her ass.
Breaking our kiss, "I can see my back rub being put on the back burner."
"No way! Put your pretty ass in the middle of that bed."
She lay short of the pillows, her head resting on her arms. I straddled her thighs and began to massage her shoulders. My intent was to give her a good 30-minute complete body rub before I gave her oral.
I was 20 minutes into it and had rolled her once. While she was on her back, I totally avoided her breast. She tried to coach me into massaging them but I did not give in to temptation. The massage was having the effect I had hoped. Leaving her feet, I asked her to roll to her chest again. I straddled her thighs once more, working on the middle of her back. She moaned appreciatively.
"I have something very provocative to confess." She began. "While Gary was screwing me Sunday night all I could think about was you and I fucking the first time. It was so sensuous. Every second of it! He told me afterwards it was the best pussy I had given him in months. The dumb ass!"
I edged back and began giving her buttocks a deep massage.
"I can't help but feel flattered. Thank you for confessing." I exclaimed. "I wonder if it could be possible that I was fucking Debbie the same time you were fucking Gary?"
"So the wife finally got froggy. I'm happy for you. Wow, what a thought, you and I fucking our spouses at the same time. I think we were doing it about 11:30."
"Nope. She was asleep by 9:30."
"Would it be uncouth, if I asked you if you thought it me?" She quizzed.
"Let's just say she acknowledged that my cock had not been as hard or lasted so long for quite some time."
The comment made her laugh.
"I cleaned my vagina thoroughly Tuesday night just in case you have a hankering." She informed me.
"A hankering for what?" I teasingly prodded her into speaking the words.
"To eat my pussy." She said them accentuating the word "pussy".
I rolled her over onto her back and I got between her legs, scooting backwards a bit. Knowingly, her legs lifted and spread. I slid my hands under her ass and put my face to her pussy. For once, I did not have to contend with breathing through a bush or pubic hair making me cough.
"My! My oh my! That feels so good!" Janet moaned.
She was almost instantly lubricated, wetting my face as my tongue explored her pussy. I found her clit much to my pleasure.
I have never been able to decide which I like best; eating a pussy or fucking a pussy. I've always felt they would never admit it, but I think a woman would opt for a good tongue lashing over a stabbing cock. But maybe I'm misconstruing the age factor in my thinking. It is less physically stressful for an older woman not to expend her energies in intercourse and struggle to climb up the ladder of orgasm, when a tongue and direct stimulation works just fine and less tiring. But I've been fucking the same woman for 40+ years. But, then again, Janet was making my point. Am I crazy?
"You sweet, sweet man!" She moaned lustfully when I stuck my tongue into her hole.
A man's cock, young or old, eventually withers with use. A pussy can take a lot of abuse, and all a woman has to do, really, is just lay there, taking a man's cock until he ejaculates or just gets soft. There, again, a perspective of age. A man's mind wanders when he's eating pussy, purging a woman's juices from his mouth to keep from choking. So, don't mind my gibberish. In the end, I know Janet is still young enough to desire a good stiff cock. She has proved it to me. She will put her whole soul into fucking me when I eventually put my cock into her, making my 64-year-old cock stay hard seemingly forever.
How can a man explain the wonder of a woman's vagina. We come out of one and spend the rest of our lives trying to get back in. To make a woman come is to look into her soul. That's what I was seeking; to get my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could, eventually returning to her clit to bring her to orgasm. It was a river of ecstasy, literally. I had never, in my very limited experience, found a woman so wet. My chin was dripping with her juices.
"Right there Press! Don't move! Right there! Yes! Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk yyeeessssss!"
Janet's body stilled momentarily before quaking uncontrollably. Keeping my tongue to her clit, despite her involuntary tremors, her orgasm refused to release her. When she finally relaxed, I continued to stroke her clit with my tongue. She whimpered and made no effort to push be away. I could hear her inhaling and exhaling.
"Lord that was good!" She said.
Her hands dropped between her legs and she pulled her labia wide. I wanted to see her clit again but did not want to remove my tongue from it. In less than a minute, she was moaning once more, though her ass was less active. I continued to concentrate on her clit for a few long moments. Then, leaving it, I maneuvered to her right side gathering her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She did not shy from returning my kiss, though my face was saturated with her juices.
I reached with my right hand for her pussy and she widened her legs to give me access. I pushed my middle finger into her, probing, feeling the warmth and softness of the inside walls of her pussy. I stroked my finger into her for a brief time, before bringing it to the surface. I began to buff her clit with my four fingers, buffing aggressively. With thighs wide, her ass lifted high off the bed, she begged me not to stop. She searched for and found my cock squeezing and yanking on it feverishly.
I was mesmerized with Janet and her seemingly delirious, lustful actions. Pushing her ass high, her thighs wide, it was as if she was offering up her pussy to do with whatever I wanted. I wanted to make her come again. How long I scrubbed at her pussy I cannot tell you, it was a while, and when she came she bellowed like a wounded animal. Her ass remained aloft until the orgasm released her and then it hit the bed with a plop. She was exhausted.
"Come over." She whispered breathlessly.
I moved atop her and she, in the slow motion of fatigue, lifted her legs, reached for my cock and placed it to her. I pushed into her sopping wet pussy with ease and she inhaled deeply.
"Damn! You're so big!" She exclaimed, but I knew it was only from her post orgasmic tightness.
I began to pump into her slowly. I was intoxicated being inside this younger woman of 38 years. Her legs wrapped around me, too tired I suppose to suspend them in the air. Her heels tapped rhythm on my buttocks. My cock was rock hard. I started to push it deep into her with determination. She moaned in rhythm with my deep thrusts.
"I hope you won't take offense, dear lady, but I love your pussy." I exclaimed. "How am I ever going to get along without it."
"SSsssssssssss" she sighed. "Don't talk foolishness my love. Be happy your cock is in me now and give me what I want, what I desire, what I need."
I increase my rhythm in proportion to my desire to give the lady what she wanted. I was soon lost in lust and breathing heavily, my face in the crook of Janet's neck. Refreshed, I suppose, her ass was in rhythm with my thrusting, her legs pulled me into her, actually tiring me quicker. I was exhausted when my cock jerked inside of her, giving her cum. I continued fucking her but my cock soon dropped out of her.
"Aww! I think I broke it." She said humorously.
I chuckled and moved to her breast to suckle on a nipple for a few moments. I rolled her over and kissed and nibbled on her ass.
"We have time. How about I buy you lunch?" She said. "Only if you want of course. I would be quite content to stay right here."
"I'm not going to bore you with any attempt to continue. But please darling, tell me, my finger never gets soft." I replied.
"I'm good. I'm better than good!" She replied.
"Then, I will buy you lunch." I replied. "Come on I'll let you scrub my back."
I am not a rich man but the $6000 I had allocated for my fling with Janet would not cause any heartburn. The sex was awesome, but I had become quite fond of Janet. We had a good conversation at lunch and I apologize for my comment. She graciously attributed it to the heat of battle. But, she did remind me of the realities of our separate lives.
On the way back to her car, she told me her husband had questioned one of her purchases. She had told him that her girlfriend, Betty, had returned a loan that was a year old. He seemed to accept her story, but she voiced her concerns as to how she was going to explain the other purchases.
"Goodbye Press." She said. "Is Thursday two weeks okay?"
