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 Limits

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Amanda was on a ski trip in France, staying in an apartment with seven others. Two couples, the son of one of them and his friend, and a female friend of hers. This was convenient for the three twin bedrooms: the two couples, and Amanda and her friend, shared rooms, while the two lads slept in the lounge on pull-out beds. It was a little cramped, but cosy, and they all got on well despite the difference in ages.

Amanda had just turned fifty, and kept herself very fit by running, biking, climbing, trekking, windsurfing, and skiing - in fact most forms of outdoor exercise. She pushed herself to the limit in whatever she did, ignoring screaming muscles, bruises, exhaustion, in order to improve her performance. She was small - barely five foot - and wiry, without an ounce of spare fat on her lean body. Short brown hair and a mischievous grin made her look younger than her age. She had been married for twenty years, had two kids, and did not think of herself as particularly attractive. She still enjoyed sex with her husband occasionally - but not nearly often enough, she thought.

Some men found her skinny frame a turn-off, others found it sexy. Amanda flirted naturally with most men, although she had no intention of going any further. She even flirted with the two young lads in the chalet, and one of them, Rick, a handsome nineteen-year-old student, enjoyed it very much indeed. He was six foot two, with a superb body, thick black hair and a winning smile. He and Amanda were by far the best skiers of the group, and they often went off together in search of the hairiest black runs and the best powder snow.

At about 4.30 one day they had run out of steam, the lifts were closing, and they headed back to the apartment, pleasantly exhausted, aching in every muscle. They pulled off their ski-boots gratefully and shed their outer clothes in the warmth of the room.  Amanda went to make a pot of tea and Rick watched her. Her wiry body was clad only in skin-tight thermal vest and leggings. He could see the outline of her panties clearly, and also knew by the shape of her small breasts and spiky nipples that she did not need or bother to wear a bra. He felt an erection growing, somewhat embarrassing as his own base layer clothing did not hide the bulge.

‘God, I’m shattered,’ Amanda said happily. ‘I need a good long soak in the bath.’ She sniffed her armpit. ‘Hmm, pretty ripe. But tea is first priority.’

Rick sprawled on the settee, his legs akimbo. He had decided that if she noticed his erection, now lying up across his stomach, it couldn’t be helped.

The woman put two mugs of tea on the coffee table and flopped down beside him, her leg rubbing his. Automatically he put his arm around her bony shoulders and was pleased to feel her relax against him.

‘Wonder where the others are?’ he said, ‘They’re usually back by now.’

Amanda had just picked up her mug when there was a bleep from her mobile phone. She got up, hunted for it in the pile of ski-wear on the floor and read the text message.

‘They’ve gone to the bar for some gluwein. Want to join them?’

‘Nah, I’d rather stay here. Chill out a bit.’ He put his foot up on the cushion beside him, taking up the place she had been sitting.

‘Mmm, bars are too crowded anyway. Come on, make room for me.’ She grinned at the youth, acknowledging that he was wanting her to sit between his legs. She did so, leaning back against his chest. Rick put his arm around her waist, casually. His erection was touching the small of her back, but because of the way she was slouched she was not pressing hard against it. It was possible that she was not even aware of it.

‘Do I smell?’ she asked. Amanda was always to-the-point.

Rick’s nostrils had been filled with the odour of her fresh sweat and warmth. It made his cock throb.

‘Yeah. I like it.’ He nuzzled the nape of her neck, inhaling her hot body scent. Amanda giggled.

‘You’re pretty ripe yourself.’ She wriggled backwards, crushing his erection against her knobbly spine. She made no comment. Boldly Rick caressed her stomach, feeling the flat muscle, then moved up to cup her tiny breast. He was amazed by how solid it was, and how hard the nipple was against his palm.

‘Naughty boy,’ she murmured, but didn’t pull away. Rick reached round with his other hand and stroked the inside of her thigh, moving upwards across her prominent pubic mound. He could feel the waistband of her panties under his fingers. The older woman bucked her hips softly, obviously enjoying his caresses. He slipped his fingers under the elastic top of her leggings and down again inside, reaching the top of her panties. She was so slim that her hipbones kept the material from touching her stomach, so that his hand slipped easily down across her lightly-haired pubes.

Amanda knew that she shouldn’t be letting him do this, but she didn’t care. It was so nice to be held in a strong young man’s arms, caressed, treated like a sexual being. She was relaxed and happy after the day’s skiing, and feeling more and more aroused. Involuntarily she opened her thighs and felt his hand plunge down inside her panties to cup her pussy.

Rick was surprised at how hot and moist she was. Some of it might have been sweat but the woman was obviously sexually aroused too. Her labia were already parted, giving his fingers access to her cavity. He dabbled in her wetness, playing with her inner lips, tickling her firm little clit. Amanda murmured with pleasure.

Although the lad had had several girlfriends, and sex with some of them, he had never encountered a female who was so quickly aroused and so blatantly enjoyed being petted. Amanda arched her back, threw her legs over his and humped her pubes against his hand. She felt his fingers explore every crevice of her pussy, even reaching down to stroked her anus. Then he concentrated on her hard little clit, and she felt the orgasm rising fast. His other hand squeezed her tit hard.

Just before the wave rose and broke inside her, Rick hooked his ankles around hers and forced her legs even further apart, resisting her automatic impulse to squeeze her thighs together as she came. It intensified the climax. Amanda was vocal and vigorous, thrashing around under his relentless touch, feeling the juices trickling out of her and soaking into her panties. It was the strongest and longest orgasm that she had had for ages, and left her feeling weak and trembling.

He didn’t stop. His fingers kept up their dance across her sensitive clit and labia, and his strong arm around her stopped her trying to break away. He sucked at the sweaty nape of her neck. After a few seconds of ticklishness, Amanda gave up and let herself be carried away in the slow growth of a second orgasm. She was too relaxed and breathless to protest anyway.

The second was no less powerful, ecstatic and noisy than the first. The woman felt just like a toy in the hands of this strong young male. As the throbs slowly ebbed, she could feel him deep inside her hotness, her vaginal walls quivering against his fingertips.

Rick was insatiable. He didn’t release her, but kept on his relentless massage of her tender clitoris, scooping up more of her slippery juices to lubricate the solid nub. This time her orgasm was harder, fiercer, almost agonising in its intensity. Her whole body thrashed and spasmed under his touch, again and again, until she was limp and drained. And then he just held her tight, his fingers inside her gaping pussy, while her breathing slowed and she drifted into a semi-dose. His cock ached, massaged by her writhing backbone, but he didn’t want to move. The feel of this wiry fifty-year-old woman enjoying tremendous climaxes in his arms was too good to disturb.

Amanda sighed. ‘Oh god, that was too much. I haven’t come like that for years.’

Rick nuzzled her shoulder, smelling the powerful odour of her pussy that wafted up her front. It made his cock throb.

‘I want to fuck you.’ His fingers pushed further into her openness, then he withdrew them and lifted them to his mouth to taste the pungent odour of a mature woman’s post-orgasmic pussy.

‘Mmm.’

‘Or do you want to come again first?’ he chuckled, starting to stroke her clit again. She wriggled a bit but soon the sensations were too strong and she relaxed in his arms and let herself be carried up the slope of bliss. She was nearing the top again when there was the sound of a key in the apartment door. Rick whipped his hand out of her panties and she stood up and they tried to make themselves decent. Rick’s erection was prominently outlined against his stomach, a dark patch at the top where his pre-cum had leaked, and the crotch of Amanda’s leggings was dark with wetness. She scurried into the bathroom before the others entered the room, chattering loudly about their day.

There was a half-hour of semi-chaos while everyone fixed themselves hot drinks and had showers, then settled down to start on the beer or wine while one couple, whose turn it was on the rota, got the meal ready. The apartment was hot, especially with the oven on, and everyone was dressed very lightly. Amanda had changed into a short dress and little else. Rick could see the shadow of panties under it, and knew that her tits were bra-less, as usual. She kept flashing him grins and sometimes a glimpse of crotch, which kept his cock at full hardness all evening. He wondered if her new panties were already moist with juice.

Once he managed to whisper to her that they could slip away to his bedroom for half-an-hour, but she just shook her head. ‘Later.’ He did manage to caress her firm buttocks once or twice, and she pushed her arse back against his hand sexily. Rick was reassured that they would indeed have sex at some point. He wondered whether his cock, which was at the upper end of the size range, would be too big for her tiny body.

Amanda was wondering the same thing. She had been well aware of the length and thickness of his erection as it pressed into her back. Although she had had two kids, she was still fairly tight and her petite frame was not built to take massive male organs. Her husband’s cock was average size, as had been all her few previous partners’. But in her present ultra-horny state, all she wanted was to cram his massive hardness as far into her hungry, tingling pussy as she could. She could feel her labia swelling and her tunnel dilating at the thought, and more juices seeped out into her already wet panties. It was like being a teenager again. She wondered how they could get the opportunity to couple - surely they would not have to wait until the next day?

Fate provided a chance. After the meal had been consumed and washed down with copious drafts of wine, and the washing up done, there was a general move to go to a bar in the town. Rick caught Amanda’s eye.

‘I’ve got a bit of headache,’ he lied. ‘Think I’ll stay in and get an early night.’ He yawned convincingly.

‘I’m pissed enough already,’ Amanda giggled. She was well-known for not being able to drink more than a glass or two. ‘Anyway, I want to be up to catch the first lift. Don’t know how you lot can lie in till mid-morning when there’s all that lovely snow out there.’

After some half-hearted persuasion had failed, the rest of the group finally got their coats on and left. Amanda and Rick were aching with frustration at their slowness. The lad’s cock felt as if it was going to burst, and he could see that the older woman had a glint in her eye and a grin on her face. Any minute  now and he was going to rip her clothes off and plunge his erection into her hot little body ...

He waved the others off and shut the door, then turned. Amanda had taken her little white panties off and was waving them at him, grinning madly.

‘How do you want me then?’

He groaned with lust. He grabbed her wiry body with one arm and fumbled with his trousers with the other hand. Amanda twisted round and braced her arms against the kitchen worktop, pushing her arse back at him. Rick freed his aching cock, swept her dress up to her waist, and plunged his fat cockhead between her swollen labia.

The petite woman gave a loud cry as he rammed his full length into her in one stroke. There was a loud squelching sound as the air and juices in her vagina was forced out around his shaft. She could feel the liquid running down her thighs. He gripped her hipbones and buried himself in her tight hotness, his balls slapping against her clit. Amanda gasped with the violence of his entry. It felt like he was up inside her chest almost. Her vaginal tunnel was stretched to the point of painfulness, and his cockhead was thumping against her cervix. She took a deep breath, braced her arms, and rode his thrusts with increasing vigour, drawing pleasure from the sparks of pain that were zipping out from her poor dilated vagina.

Rick pumped into her with a relentless rhythm. All the pent-up arousal of the afternoon and evening, the feel of Amanda climaxing in his arms, the smell of her body and juices, the endless frustration of not being able to touch her when others were around, were all released in the pounding of his rock-hard cock in her tight, wet, fiery orifice. The speed of his fucking increased, his hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, he was pulling her body back onto his shaft, sweat dripping off his face onto her taut buttocks.

His climax exploded suddenly, hot streams of sperm hissing out into the depths of Amanda’s vagina. He heard her moaning as she felt his cock spasming against her tightness. Seven, eight, nine gut-wrenching convulsions as the lusts of the day were released into her, and then smaller pulses as his orgasm ebbed. Belatedly he wondered if he should have worn a condom.

Amanda was resting her head on the worktop, panting. He pulled his cock, still fat and hard, out of her pussy with a loud sucking sound. He stood looking down at her gaping lips as a stream of whiteness dribbled out of her and trickled onto the floor. There seemed to be an awful lot of it - well, it felt as though he had come gallons.

‘Wow,’ the woman said tiredly. ‘That was worth waiting for.’ She stood up, the dress falling back over her hips, and knelt in front of him. She took his reddened, fat cock, flecked with white globules and glistening with her juice, into her mouth, and sucked and licked it clean. Rick grew hard again almost immediately, and Amanda realised that she had forgotten about the short recuperation period of the teenage male. Her pussy began to itch at the thought of another strenuous fucking, and she felt another gush of spunk fall from her open vagina.

She sucked his massive shaft with a will, hoping that he would not ejaculate immediately. Not that she was averse to him coming in her mouth, but her pussy was demanding to be filled again, as if it hadn’t had enough of the serious stretching that his cock gave her. Of course, she could only fit about half of his length in her mouth, since she had never learned how to deep throat. But it seemed to be doing the trick - he was as hard as ever and leaking precum, which she licked and swallowed eagerly. The older woman also managed to get his trousers and underpants off without taking his cock out of her mouth.

When the craving in her pussy grew too strong to ignore, she stood up, pushed him back onto the sofa, pulled her dress off over her head and straddled his hips. His cock stood straight up in the air. She could see his eyes roaming over her slender wiry body in amazement. She reached down and positioned his massive glans between her gaping lips, then sat down, feeding the shaft into her clutching pussy. It felt as good as before; the tenderness in her vaginal walls only adding to the pleasure. By the way Ricks eyes rolled up in his head she could tell that it felt as good for him too.

Displaced spunk and juices slurped out over his balls as she sat down on his hips, the cock poking her in the pit of her stomach. She leaned forward, hands on his chest, and started to ride him, loud sucking and farting noises from her vagina making them both giggle helplessly. More juice squirted out around his rigid shaft. He reached up and squeezed her little breasts - they felt like peaches, and the nipples drilled into his palms.

Amanda was slamming her pubes against his, sending explosions of pleasure into her clit, heedless of the discomfort deep inside her vagina. It was very unusual for her to climax like this, but she thought that she would achieve it this time. She ground her clitoris against Rick’s pubic hair and shivered as the orgasm crested and broke. The clenching of her vaginal walls around his unyielding shaft was a sweet agony. She collapsed onto his chest, still impaled, as her body shook uncontrollably.

She felt Rick’s fingers exploring her tautly stretched labia and anus, now awash with juice. He pushed himself upright, grasped her around the waist and flipped them over - the lad was very strong and Amanda weighed less than 8 stones. Now she was on her back on the sofa and he was rearing above her, still buried deep in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together, pulling him even deeper into her. Rick started to fuck her again, hard. Amanda’s vision grew misty as he pounded into her poor tender hole.

After a while he stopped, and she squeezed her muscles hard to hold him in her. The boy rose to his feet, lifting Amanda with him, and walked over to the wall. Her legs were still locked around his waist and her arms around his neck. He pushed her up against the wall and started to fuck her again, the plaster rubbing against her shoulderblades and buttocks.

The older woman, despite the various aches and pains in her body, was in heaven. She relaxed her arms and let all her weight rest on her pubic bone where it pressed against the base of Rick’s erection. His relentless thrusting pushed her up and down as if she was on a trampoline. Each time sparks of bliss shot through her clitoris. Another mighty orgasm was on its way.

Amanda let herself go limp and just be a toy in his hands. The climax swelled impossibly and exploded inside her. She felt gushes of hot juice spurting from her tightly filled pussy. Her internal muscles clenched painfully around him. Rick groaned and ejaculated inside her. They throbbed together.

He leaned forward, his legs trembling. Both were panting hard. The older woman still had her limbs wrapped around his sweaty body. She felt his cock soften slowly and eventually it slipped out of her gaping pussy. The contents of her vagina trickled out and dribbled onto the floor.

They barely had time to clean up and dress before the others returned from the bar.

Amanda slept like a log and was woken by her mobile phone alarm. She swung her legs out of bed automatically and gave a yelp.

‘What’s the matter?’ her friend said.

Amanda couldn’t tell her the real reason - that her pussy felt like it was on fire. Her labia were swollen and tender, her whole vagina felt bruised and sore right up into her stomach. Even her tits were bruised.

‘Oh, legs are so stiff. Must have overdone it yesterday.’ But she had to pretend that it was just the after-effects of strenuous skiing, even as the touch of her soft cotton panties made her wince.

Rick grinned at her when she emerged from the bedroom. He was up and breakfasting; his friend was still asleep on the floor.

‘I’ve been hard all night thinking about you,’ he whispered. The sight of his fit maleness and sexy grin made Amanda forget her pains. She even felt a drop of hot moisture ooze from her pussy. She wondered whether to tell him how bruised she was inside.

‘I want to spend the day fucking you,’ he whispered in her ear, and the drop of juice became a trickle. ‘You are the sexiest woman in the world.’

‘Uhuh, time for that later. I’m here to ski. Come on, the lifts will be open soon.’

Rick looked disappointed and she almost relented, but knew that her body was not up to it. They ate, dressed and gathered their skis and were out and on the first chair in the bright cold morning. Amanda winced as she sat down - her pussy felt sorer than ever.

‘I’m still hard for you,’ Rick said, pushing her hand against his erection. ‘I want to fuck your tight little cunt every which way.’

Another gush of juices filled her pussy, and she grinned at him. It would be like any other sport ... pushing her body to its limits and beyond, ignoring the pain and the bruising in order to reach the ultimate high ...

‘OK,’ she said.

 

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