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Graphic sex follows.
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A bedside
table lamp lighted the room and the curtains were drawn. It was a small room
with a twin bed. June was lying back on a pile of pillows reading a woman’s
magazine, under the sheets but still wearing her dressing gown. There was
bric-a-brac all over the furniture.
June
patted the covers beside her. It was a small twin bed. I lay down on top. She
dropped her reading material on the floor and looked at me.
“I’m glad
you came,” she said and kissed my cheek. A hand rested on my knee and quickly
tickled my thigh and grabbed my member. Her lips found mine and her tongue
thrust into my mouth. She cupped my balls and squeezed.
“You
should get under the sheets.” She released my gonads and started pulling back
the covers from under my body. I rolled in the warm space underneath and she
pulled the duvet over us and sat astride me. She untied the belt of my robe and
pulled it off as I squirmed. June’s gown fell open in the exertion and I pushed
it off her shoulders. Hit tits dangled in my face. They were heavy and gravity
had taken its toll and they pulled outward. Her aureoles were large and pink
and nipples small and perk. Hungrily I took them in turn into my mouth. June’s
hands found my crotch and kneaded my scrotum and erection while I sucked her
breasts.
Reaching
between her legs I quickly found the bristly patch of her public hair and my
fingers sought her opening. I really didn’t know my way around a woman’s body
but instinctively stroked the swollen folds of her labia. Unconsciously I
compared her breasts: they were large and droopy, Gitte’s had been perk and
almost non-existent, while Robin’s swelled in her bra with a youthful firmness.
June’s still tasted good in my mouth, not as sweaty as the
Still
tugging on my erection we rolled over. I kept on sucking June’s breasts while
she massaged my hard prick. Holding it firmly June turned away from me and
pressed her ass against my pelvis. Her hand drew the tip of my hard-on to the
mouth of her opening. Without warning she shoved her ass downward and impaled
herself on my prick. Automatically I started thrusting and reached around her
torso and clamped my hands on her full breasts. Her nipples squeezed between my
fingers and were crushed between them. As I fucked her hard and fast her hands
started playing around the action of our bodies, and I realized she was
enhancing her pleasure by playing with herself. We were lying on sides facing
the lamp. With each hard thrust the mattress jumped a little and the bed frame
knocked the wall. Squeezing her breasts and biting her shoulder I shoved into
her. June’s cunt was loose, unlike my only previous experience, and I probed
hard to find some grasp in the envelope that encompassed me. The tips of her
fingers brushed against pounding prick and touched her off. She stared
breathing heavily and pressed her face into the pillow. I pounded harder and
she started gasping and then screaming. This was good fucking, I knew
intuitively, this was fucking good and I started to come and spurt into her.
June was
still shaking when I started to relax. I kept thrusting, slower now, but
released my grip of her breasts. She took her mouth out of the depth of the
pillows. My prick began to shrink but remained embedded in her cavernous canal,
the mouth gripping my girth. I don’t know how my spurts erupted, but I drifted
into sleep with my prick locked between her legs.
* * *
It was
dawn when I woke. There was edge of light on the bit of the horizon that I
could see through the curtains of the window. June was sucking my cock hard
under the blankets. I looked down at the lump that was her head bobbing over my
groin. My bladder was full so my back teeth were swimming, and I wanted to
relieve that as well the swelling in my balls. I reached down and stroked my
fingers through June’s coarse hair. She stopped sucking me and threw off the
sheets.
“Good
morning, sunshine,” she said, smiling. “Do me from behind.”
She got on
all-fours and pointed her ass to me. As I said before, she was a little plump
and her behind was generous. There were wrinkles on the backs of her thighs and
buttocks where the skin had stretched, and a couple of pimples blemished the
otherwise ivory skin. It wasn’t the most attractive backside but between the
globules was the thatch opening of her sex, lips agape in arousal.
I got on
my knees and shifted behind her. At first I kind of thrust my waist forward
toward my objective by my hard-on couldn’t blindly find its aim. June reached
between her legs and grasped by cock with one hand and pulled me closer so the
tip nestled against her entry. She let go and immediately my prick stood up,
but I got the idea. I used my own hand to point my shaft and stabbed it into
her. She was sopping wet.
Leaning on
her back my hands could grasp June’s droopy breasts. Her ass ground against my
pelvis as if her cunt was trying to find a purchase on my prick. With each
thrust there was a squelchy sound. She rocked hard against. One of my hands
slipped off a sweaty breast and brushed against her face. Her mouth eagerly
captured my fingers. I kept fucking her and tried to match her urgency. When
she had her first orgasm she almost bit of my fingers. (Even a couple of hours
later there was the imprint of her teeth.) She buried her face in the duvet, muffling
her gasps and squeals.
I guess my
bladder was so full that it stopped me from coming. I just fucked hard trying
to find the friction in her soppy snatch. June was vibrating with each orgasm
and each time clenched my prick. When she climaxed her knees buckled and I fell
on top of her. I kept driving into her, and she was tighter and with just five
or six thrusts I started to come.
“Yeah,
come in me, come in me,” June implored sensing my climax. With that I just
exploded.
I lay on
top of her and felt my hardness subdue. Still my prick twitched inside her, and
I could feel the heat dissipate. I realized how the cold the room was and the
sweat our bodies chilled. June squiggled from under me and, after putting on
her bathrobe, left the room. I just lay there quivering and cooled down.
When she
came back in the room I was still lying there. She tossed the terry-cloth robe
over my body.
“I
probably shouldn’t have done that,” she said regretfully. All of a sudden she’d
become Mrs. Evans all over again. Gone was the woman who pleaded for me to come
in her. “You had better clean up before Zarah gets home.”
In the
shower I thought about the change in attitude. Are juices had mixed and dried
matting my pubic hair. I guess I understood the change of heart. She was more
than twice my age and her responsibility for my care didn’t include fucking.
Still I got hard thinking about stroking my short-arm in her sloppy tunnel,
probing her folds with its purple head.
And I also
thought about the tone of regret. Did she regret fucking me, or did she regret
the judgment that she shouldn’t do so in the future?