"I want you to ride me like a stolen mini-bike..." she said with a twinkle in her eye. How could I say no? She was as wet as they come, riding my cock, hanging her hands around my neck and just hanging on my cock with her lower end... we had been at it for several minutes, her breath coming harder and harder, her fingers on her clit as we fucked in the fading sunlight. She was "this close" to getting her nut, and she knew exactly what to do to make it happen.
As she rolled over I looked out the window... a beautiful view of 40-plus acres of mature oak forest, the best view in the neighborhood. I looked down to the best view in the bedroom... a 40ish young lady rolling over and kicking her butt up in the air for me to fuck.
"I need a pillow..." she said, stuffing one under her hips. I angled my dick into her pussy, now propped up properly.
"Oh God, that's good," she exhaled as I slid into her wet wonderland. I slowly leaned over, grabbing her modest tits as I drove into her puss. Kneading her nipples as I stroked back and forth, it seemed to be just what she wanted...
"God damn... this is just what I needed... fuck me, Jimmy..." she said, her voice trailing off as my fingers found her clit as I boned her doggy style.
I wasn't going to last long like this... I never could hang on very long while doing it this way, as it triggered so many memories of the first time I doggied my Homecoming date when I was 17...
But it seemed she was going over the cliff faster than me... as I stroked into her, Paula's pussy was tightening up with each pump, her breath coming faster and faster, her voice emitting little "eeps" every time I hit bottom. I'm sure her innards were being displaced with every stroke... damn, I was deep into her puss. I kept stroking her clit at a steady rate, which made her draw her legs together as we got closer to the goal. It seemed to be working, and I slowed a bit to prolong the action.
"Goddamn... goddamn... oh Jimmy" she said, squeezing her eyes shut and clamping her legs together as she rushed up to the edge and suddenly came... a shudder throughout her body and a few quick humps of her hips, and she collapsed on the pillow she had stuffed under her, letting me have full reign on her pussy.
"Fuuuuuuuuck..." she said, spreading out a bit and grabbing her clit, moving my hand out of the way... she rubbed herself as the joy of her orgasm spread through her whole being....
Her legs drawn together and her pussy clamping so tight were all I needed to send me over the edge. I drove hard into her wetness, mashing her slender frame down onto the King bed, smashing her soft pillow as I got farther inside her than I thought I could, unleashing shot after shot of come, stroke after stroke, four, five, pumps as I also collapsed, spent and exhausted, in that awesome bedroom... I stayed still on top of her for a little while as we gathered our breath, then slowly rolled off to one side. Paula didn't say a word - gathering her senses after what seemed to be an awesome orgasm.
"Whoosh," she finally said. "That was fun..." she said, looking over her shoulder and making me smile. I scratched her back gently, running my fingers down to her butt and back up, wondering if she'd get mad if I put a finger up her back door. She craned her neck again and leaned backward for a kiss. "I liked that, princess," I told her honestly. She smiled. "I thought you might..." was her reply.
I blame it all on her husband. He started it. I was working at the local hardware store, minding my own business as a part-timer as an early retiree, and my new neighbor came in to get his propane tank refilled. We chatted a bit as I filled his tank, and he mentioned that his wife Paula was shopping for some nonsense inside. I happened to catch her in the mouse-trap department and struck up a chat. She seemed nice - a late 40s blond with a life-guard short hairdo, skinny as fuck - couldn't find her tits with a telescope - and a real perky attitude. They had moved into the best house in the neighborhood, fresh out of the Northeast, and her husband worked in downtown Chicago. She was very outgoing, and seemed happy to meet a neighbor, as we all had big lots and tended to keep to ourselves.
We parted with a "see you again!" and went on our ways. She seemed nice.
Next week I was walking my Beagle and caught her at her mailbox, sending out some bills. "What a cute dog!" she exclaimed... (damn, my Beagle Rhonda was good at attracting babes... I should have had one when I was single...) We chatted for a few minutes, where she learned that I had been a carpenter in the trades for 40 years before I retired.
"There are a few things here that need attention... do you do side projects?" she asked
"Well, I'm married, so I limit my side action," I answered, hoping she'd get my drift. She did.
"Maybe you could make an exception? I promise to make it worth your while..." she said, drawing a finger down my shirt from my collarbone to my belly...
Lord, I don't need a treasure map to see where this was going... I told her I was free starting Thursday - the day the wife goes up north on her annual trip to the Mall of America with her girlfriends. "Good," she said. "Robert has meetings with all his big clients on Thursdays, so he'll be stuck downtown, and we'll have the whole day to ourselves..." she promised. OMG I have hit the neighborhood jackpot.
Which is why I found myself walking over to Paula's house late Thursday morning. She greeted me wearing Lulu Lemon tights and a loose T-shirt. No bra, but with those tiny titties it would have been just for show anyway...
We flirted a bit, and I determined that she was for real... I could get this pussy if I behaved well. Checking to see that I had time, I took the dog back home and went on a "walk."
Back at the scene of the crime, Paula gave me a quick tour of the crib, which I was already familiar with - the previous owner was my kids' orthodontist, and I had watched as they built the house. A huge split-level, with a commanding view of the adjacent forest preserve. Paula and her hubbie were justifiably proud of their new digs. But it appeared that she was interested in more than just the view in the neighborhood.
"Robert doesn't mind if I ‘spread out' a bit, as long as I always land at home," she explained as we stopped short in the kitchen. It appears she had laid a bit of pipe in her old neighborhood before they moved here. "I like to take in the atmosphere," she said, drawing her finger once again down my chest, this time making it all the way down to my dick.
I drew her in for a long kiss, snaking into her mouth for a deep taste. She kissed back with vigor, her right hand still on my crotch, taking me from a level 5 hard-on to full bone... "So you fuck every thing that moves?" I asked her.
"Nah... just the guys that look like they care..." she replied, returning my kiss and gripping my dick even harder as we rubbed up against the counter.
"Maybe we should do this on the couch?" I offered.
"Nah... I want you to fuck me on my bed... it's made for fucking..." she proclaimed, taking my hand and leading me the short trip to her room.
She crash-landed atop the king-bed on her back, her body language and her verbiage saying the same thing - Fuck Me Now! I pulled her jeans off from the legs, and with no ass in the way, they slid right off. One benefit of having a skinny butt, I guess... Her panties came off in a heartbeat and instantly I was sucking her pussy...
A perfect mixture of sex, sweat and pee, her pussy was everything I ever wanted in my mouth, and I nuzzled her in perfect time - 60 beats per minute... think "Surfin' Safari" and your girl will thank you for it...
Paula curled up stretched out, curled up again... she did everything but push me off - the girl loved the sucking and fingering I was offering... again and again she got close, but didn't get her nut...
Trying again, she held her butt spread with her legs apart, all the way up I the air... "DO ME... Make it happen, Jimmy," she commanded. I dove back in and sucked her clit, running one finger into her puss while I slid another into her butt an inch or so... she sighed and seemed to relax, enjoying the treatment...
Paula's clit got harder and bigger as she got closer to her goal... I was no longer setting the pace, I was just along for the ride as she humped my face in a steady rhythm, her pussy leaking more and more love juice as I got her closer to her orgasm. Wow, she was wet... and hot, and determined to fuck my mouth for all she was worth.
Along for the ride of the week... Paula's grip on my head held me firmly latched onto her honey hole as she face-fucked me like a 17-year-old boy, driving and stretching her puss into my mouth. I again snaked a very-wet finger into her ass an inch or so, and it seemed to send her over the edge... she yearned and reached with her ass, sending my finger deeper and her clit farther into my mouth. With both hands framing my face, Paula went over the edge, humping my mouth three, four, five times, then pushing me away, immediately to pull me back for more attention. Three or four more sharp humps with her clit, then she cringed and pushed me away again. Stick a fork in her - she's done...
We laid together, our breathing steadying while Paula absentmindedly played with my cock, which was still straining at full length. I needed to get off, but I knew I had to wait a few minutes for her to settle down. I reached down to gently scratch her mons, which was shaven all but a slender strip down the middle. Paula purred gently and leaned her head back in an invitation for a long kiss. And of course, I had to fondle her tit while we kissed - it's like a law or something, isn't it? Her nipples were as hard as little Hershey's kisses as I rolled them between my thumb and fingers. She sighed.
Paula had rolled onto her back as we kissed, positioning my hips and my dick for a proper missionary boning. I slid my dick up and down her pussy crack, forcing the head down on her clit on every stroke. She responded by slowly leaning backward until she was flat on the sheets, and I entered her pussy for the first time. A slow release of her breath told me that this was what she was waiting for... she seemed to be a girl who loved getting head, but truly enjoyed the bone. As wet as she was, I glided into her full depth on the first stroke.
"Oh fuck, that's good Jim..." she said, screwing her eyes shut and clamping down on my dick as I started to stroke into her. My little love had a few miles on her pussy, so it was pleasantly warm, wet and loose - but when she clamped down, it was just right... perfect for a rough boning. I buried it in her and rolled her butt and legs forward to get maximum penetration. Her eyes closed and panting heavily, I could tell this was just what we needed... Now my focus was lasting long enough to make it worth her while... and as warm and wet as her pussy was, that was gonna take some focus...
My hands drifted down to cup her butt, and of course my fingers found their way to her butthole. She seemed to like it while I was sucking her, so I probed into her for an inch or so... she stretched out and seemed to enjoy the invasion.
"Ever take it in the back door?" I asked her.
"Only when I'm really drunk... I've done it a few times but my ass is really sore the next day..." she explained.
"Well, we're going to settle for this wonderful pussy right now... maybe next time we can go for it? Maybe have a few margaritas first?" I suggested, going deep and grinding my dick inside her as if to sell the offer... She seemed sold... "There's not a lot that I say no to... I'm sure we can work something out. Man, you have a nice dick," she said, laying back and enjoying the bone. "It gets a lot of workouts," I replied.
"So your wife is a WFW? A well-fucked woman?" she teased.
"She gets all she needs... and if she's getting any on the side, she keeps it from me, which is the way it's supposed to be." I said, quickening my strokes and riding up on her pussy to drag my cock across her clit a bit more. Paula responded by reaching down again and rubbing her love button as we fucked.
"Oh man... you're gonna make this happen again, aren't you," she said, closing her eyes again and digging the action.
"I hope so... that's why we're doing this, isn't it," I said, leaning over for a deep kiss as she drifted off and let her orgasm build.
"Roll me over," she said. "I want you to ride me like a stolen mini-bike," she stated. As a gentleman, I had to honor her request. And for the next few minutes, she was the most well-boned woman in the neighborhood. My cock felt three feet long in her slender pussy, and the frantic fuck ended in a great orgasm for both of us and a nice puddle of goo on the sheets. We rested a bit and cleaned up, with plenty of kissing and rubbing and promises of future fun and games. And off I went, daydreaming of the near future.
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