She finally cums, climaxes, with lots of body jerking, pushing my face tighter into her and trying to use her legs to suck me up into her. I get my fingers out of her and my mouth around her whole pussy and taste and swallow what I can of her emissions and then she relaxes with a great sigh. "Fuck, Jerry, you're just fine at that." She almost pulls me up over her to kiss some more. At the same time she's checking with one hand to see if I'm up hard enough to push into her. I am. She spreads her legs, moves herself slightly and aims my cock into her with her hand, then wraps her legs around me and darn me pulls me in, all on her own.
I can remember long ago taking a half dozen pushes and slight pull backs in order to finally shove my cock fully into a vagina so tight that I thought my foreskin would pull off. This one feels great enveloping my cock but I have no problem pushing all the way into her in one slow movement. My foreskin did get a little action and I have no complaints, but Margaret's a very long way from virginity. For that matter, so am I. It makes me realize that as I age, I think my cells age, too, and don't seem to accept as much blood or expand as much so my erections aren't as large as they once were. They're just as hard and I enjoy sex every bit as much. But it isn't the same. I suspect women's vaginas age, too. Perhaps sagging or stretching a little, not keeping quite the elasticity they once had. So smaller cocks are going into larger vaginas as we age. But with an enthusiastic partner that pushes back and enters into it all with verve, this sex right now is as good as any. Benjamin Franklin once recommended having sex with older ladies because they're so "grateful" and I suspect he was right.
We bang away. I pound into her as hard and as fast as I can manage. She grunts and moans and bounces her body around, entering into it all. I bet she would love being on top and taking charge of everything. We go on long enough that I'm actually starting to realize that I've been fucking for a while, almost like looking at it all with detachment. All of a sudden Margaret turns loose, really grunting and jerking, then wraps her legs up around me and pulls me tight and I can feel her leaking her juices all around where my cock is pistoning in her. Her insides actually grab me tighter. I don't cum right away but start to have that feeling that I know will lead to cumming. So I keep on pumping into her. She's making her sounds in rhythm with my strokes against her and then I feel it cumming, shove as far in as I can and just hold it for a second as I start shooting off into her. I'm aware that it's not a huge amount and doesn't take long. I look down and she's smiling and I know I'm smiling, so we just stay in position for a moment, her wrapped up around me.
Finally I pull back and out and move down slightly so I can get my mouth to hers and kiss. She wiggles her hips and I can feel her pubic hair rubbing against my stomach. We finally break the kiss, she relaxes and I roll off to the side.
"Jerry, that was just perfect," she tells me, then after a pause, "We better get dressed and back into the mob downstairs. Can we get together again after dinner?"
"Yeah, I'd love to," I reply, "I agree, this was very good. I'd like to experience it again."
So that's what we do. I let her go first then I follow by a couple minutes. I head for my daughter and talk. She says she didn't see me for awhile.
"I went out for a few minutes," I tell her, truthfully, "I don't want to hang around here and keep drinking. It's too early in the day to get drunk." I mean, she doesn't need every detail of the whole truth does she? It's then a couple hours until dinner. I think it's the rehearsal dinner. Apparently while I was fucking Margaret, the bridal party went to the church and walked through the ceremony. With toasts and everything, it's several hours, close to nine o'clock, as it all breaks up. There's another half hour or so of goodbyes. My daughter asks if I want to come to her place and I tell her it's getting close to my bed time, I might as well stay here. So, I get back to my room. I guess Margaret was watching because it's only two or three minutes and she's knocking at my door.
We basically repeat what we did earlier. Just as hungrily, she sucks me, gives me a terrific blow job. I eat her, giving her what sure sounds like a major orgasm. We fuck. I was right, she likes being on top. She rides me like I've seen people ride those mechanical bulls. If she had a cowboy hat, I think she could have been waving it, she seemed to be enjoying herself so much. Once she cums, we end up with me behind her as she kneels on the bed and I slide in from behind and pound away. It takes so long, she has another orgasm but I finally cum. I let her know, it's going to be a while before I'm up again and even then I'll probably need help.
So we relax next to one another on the bed. Without my asking, she starts into sort of a life story. "My husband should never have married me. I guess neither of us knew better. I was a virgin and he wasn't too far from one. His only experiences had been with prostitutes so all he knew to do was stick it in until he came and then roll off and go to sleep. We had a couple kids and lasted seven years. At first I didn't know any better but I gradually became more and more dissatisfied. I mean, just when I started to get a little interested, he'd cum and roll off and it was over. I talked to other women and one, who's still a friend, told me how great sex could be. She was married, to a guy with a lot of money, but had a lover on the side. Maybe lovers plural. I finally got up the nerve to do what I knew was wrong and spent a couple hours with her lover, Fred. Well, that changed my life. I knew immediately that sex with my husband couldn't stay as it was. I spent almost a year trying to get him to become a better lover but he wouldn't budge. He's really a nice man but he's just so dull and stubborn and unimaginative. I guess he's since found a wife that accepts that but I couldn't. I also couldn't continue cheating on him, I couldn't be false like that. So I've spent my life since chasing cock. And finding lots of it. I learned a word, priapic. That's what I need, a priapic man, a man with a permanent erection. I just love sex. I realize I can't do it 100% of the time. Some time off is needed in order to appreciate it when it happens but I think I could use an erect cock about 50% of the time very happily. Just have it in me one place or another, one way or another, all day long. In between, I'd have my pussy and clit licked and sucked. Which makes me wonder, even if you're not up yet, how would you like to give me another orgasm with that lovely mouth of yours?"
So I did. Earlier I mentioned how our bodies change, that her vagina was looser with age. I think that's true. But it's also true that in many ways it still is the same as ever. Licking her, getting her clit to pop out, sucking on her clit, getting her juicy and then lapping up her cum, all were just the same as the first time I ever tasted pussy near the end of high school. I liked it then and like it now. It's very sexy somehow. And it sure turns on the female. I purposely never finger fucked her, just used my lips and tongue, to make it last. But she orgasms fairly easy. It made me realize way back in time I knew a girl that fucked a lot because she never orgasmed and was trying to. Margaret is the opposite but with the same consequence; she fucks a lot because she orgasms easy. And often. And she does this time. After, we're laying there, her half on top of me, hugging and feeling and kissing. I'm sure she can taste herself on my lips. Likes it, probably. She finally starts tugging on my cock a little, wondering if I was any where near ready yet. She gets her mouth down there to work along with her hands, to try and get me up again and, after a while, succeeds. It might be every bit as enjoyable to have a woman wanting you so much that she sucks and licks and plays with your cock for five minutes or so as it does to get an actual blow job. She did keep sucking me for awhile after I was hard. Just because she likes, it, I think. But she finally climbs on and starts fucking herself with my cock.
There's sure something satisfying about watching a female body bouncing on your cock. Maybe just interacting with another human body and feeling each other's flesh and shapes is as much what's good about sex as the actual feelings of orgasms. Well, even as I'm thinking that, I realize that it's great foreplay and definitely part of sex but it doesn't count stronger than an orgasm. Which she finally has. So she gets on her hands and knees again and I attack her from the rear. My body is bouncing off her ass, my cock working inside her, she's turned on and grunting and pushing back. It takes longer but she orgasms again. She collapses, I pull out, she rolls over and I get between her legs and start into her again. She lifts her legs way back to her shoulders to help me get really into her.
"I'm not priapic, this isn't going to last forever, but I'm sure lasting pretty well, so you should be getting some idea of what it would be like to have a permanently erect cock available," I tell her in short bursts as I pound into her. I'm actually beginning to think this is all lasting too long.
"Jerry, I love the feel of your body moving on mine, of our stomachs rubbing against one another. I love the feel of you moving inside me. This has happened to me before and I'll tell you, just keep pumping away because I'll have another orgasm and would be happy if you last long enough to give me a couple more. Well, I do give her another one but no more because shortly after her next, I tell her that I'm about to have mine. So she has me pull out so she can finish me with her mouth. And she does. She doesn't get much of a mouthful but she seems happy with it.
I'm pooped. I couldn't fuck again for hours, maybe longer. I tell her so, so she leaves. Maybe to go home. Maybe to stop somewhere and try and find another cock, I don't know. I have a good night's sleep and drive South the next morning. Have to go to work. I'll see Margaret again in three or four months, when I next visit my daughter and grandkids.