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A/N: This part of Carly's story includes a description of a watersports event. If that is something you aren't comfortable with you should likely pass it by. Thanks.
The next morning Carly's ass was much improved, but still a bit sore. I tugged her out of bed then put her on all fours, on the carpeted floor. I entered her from behind, whispering "doggy" in her ear. Every time I pumped all the way in I bumped her cervix and she moaned. Her pussy throbbed when it happened as well, and I guessed that was the 'tingle' she had mentioned.
I reached around her hip and my fingers found her clit. I started rubbing it in a circular motion but then felt her hand on top of mine. She used her fingertips to move mine back and forth across her clit, so I figured that was the way she liked it. Most likely that's how she jills off and she's used to it. No worries, I aim to please.
Driving my cock into her, bumping her cervix, and frigging her clit soon had her breathing deeply, even panting. I wasn't surprised when she cried out "I'm going to cum!" I pumped and frigged faster and harder and her entire body tensed up, her neck arched back. "Yesss!" she shouted as her hips drove her pussy back into my groin, throbbing. She came several times in a row, then every muscle in her body relaxed. I took my hand off her clit and used that arm to hold her up, under her hips.
When her breathing slowed down and I could no longer feel her heartbeat in her pussy, she said "I'm rethinking my attitude towards swearing. When I started to cum my brain was screaming 'FUCK!' but I managed to only say Yes. I'm thinking fuck is more appropriate."
I laughed and said, "Babe, whatever you want to shout is fine with me. My brother and his family never swear, and it's frowned upon at Habitat, so I don't do it as often as I used to. But you will hear it during sex."
"Okay, anything goes during sex. I just hope I don't accidentally drop the f-bomb at the ladies' book club."
"Since when do you belong to a book club?" I asked.
"I don't but you never know!" she smirked. "Now, you're still hard and you haven't cum so lay down on the bed and let me do my part."
I got onto the bed, on my back, and Carly mounted me, cowgirl. I thought to suggest reverse but since we'd just done doggy dropped the idea. Besides, this way I could play with her tits and nipples while she rode me.
And rode me she did. It hadn't been that long since the first time we fucked but she had already loosened up considerably. And I don't mean the tightness of her pussy, which was exceptional for a woman her age. She was really starting to get into having fun with sex. I had a momentary concern that we'd be creating a sex monster as we worked through the slips in her bowl, but dismissed it just as quickly. If she became a sex fiend what's the worst that could happen? I'd get more. Hmmmm. Okay.
I pulled Carly down to me and took her nipple in my mouth. As I sucked and licked it, she slid her hand between us and gripped my cock. Two or three fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft and followed her pussy as it stroked up and down. It didn't seem like something she would have done with her past two lovers, so I assumed she was getting more creative and just trying out new things.
Her moves were working and it wasn't long before I said, "I'm going to cum real soon, hon." She kept stroking with both hand and pussy until I lifted my ass off the bed in an attempt to drive deeper into her. Instead she pulled her pussy off me and, now using both hands, finished me off with a hand job. My cum isn't nearly the volume it was when I was younger, but five or six nice little spurts left both her hands covered. That was apparently her objective because she held me tight as I softened and then scraped my last few drops off the head.
Carly lifted her hands and looked them over as if studying some valuable artifact. Then she cupped them over her breasts and rubbed all my cum onto them. When she'd transferred as much as she could, she licked each finger, one by one. "Sorry," she said with an expression that held nothing of the sort, "I really like the taste and feel of your cum."
"My sense is that there's a new Carly being born. The caterpillar is becoming a beautiful butterfly."
She got a very serious look on her face and said, "Do you really mean that? You're not worried I'm becoming a slut or something?"
I laughed. "Hon, you're about as far from a slut as you could get without becoming a nun. You're just loosening up and doing a little experimentation. We may do some things you decide you don't want to repeat, and we will likely find more that you do. We've only got one life and you and I aren't exactly at the start of ours. We need to go for all the gusto we can, while we can."
"Jeeze I wish I had met you years ago," she said.
"Today's accomplishments were yesterday's impossibilities" I quoted. "And tomorrow we will build on today," I added.
"Damn, I think this is gonna be fun!" she laughed.
"If it isn't, we're doing it wrong," I replied.
