When I first SPOKE to Andrew, he was decked out for racquetball. I guess the sport’s heyday was back in the 1980s, before I was born, but we still have one court at the health club where I work, teaching adult swim lessons.

When Andrew walked up, I had just finished one of my beginner’s classes in the big indoor pool. He certainly looked out of place in his sweat-soaked t-shirt, shorts, bandana and court shoes, with a racquet in one hand and a little blue ball in the other. My students—men and women in dripping-wet bathing suits—eyed Andrew curiously as they filed past on their way to the locker rooms.

I climbed out of the pool, grabbed a towel and began to dry off. “Lost?” I asked, even though I knew he couldn’t be. I’d seen him around the club, a handsome older man with salt-and-pepper hair and a pleasant demeanor. We’d exchanged a few friendly nods in passing. He’d never come near the pool, though.
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When my husband retired, I quit my job as a high-school English teacher so we could move to Atlanta, like he’d always wanted. Even though we were only in our early fifties, we’d saved plenty, and Rob’s pension covered all our expenses, so I didn’t need to find work. But I took a part-time job at a local department store to make some pocket money—and find men to seduce.

That’s how I met Matthew. He worked in customer service with me during my weekend shifts. He was a sweet young man, twenty-three years old but mature for his age. We’d worked together for about six months when he told me he was moving to Nashville. He wanted to take me and a few of our coworkers out to dinner before he left, though, and he asked if I’d be free the following Saturday.

On the day of Matthew’s farewell dinner, my shift ended first, so I sat on a bench outside the store and smoked a cigarette as I waited for everyone else. When the door opened, though, Matthew was the only one who exited. I asked him where everyone else was, and he said they’d had to cancel. Two of our friends had to work late, and the third had a family emergency. It was going to be only the two of us for dinner.
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I’ve always gone for older guys. When I met Derrick, I knew I wanted him. At least fifteen years my senior, he was big and burly and had the quiet confidence that said he’d been around and seen a lot and not much rattled him. Few things are sexier than that, except for actual sex—which was on my agenda about six minutes after we met.

I tried to lure him home from the party that night. He politely refused an invite to my bed, saying, “I doubt I’m what you’re looking for.”

He was wrong, and one look in his eyes said he knew it. But he was being a gentleman, giving the younger woman a chance to back out of her flirting, in case the attraction was due to booze and the party atmosphere.
It was definitely not due to booze or the party atmosphere.
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Hey, this one looks interesting,” called Addison, looking up from my dog-eared guidebook. “Silver Mine Hot Spring. You ever been there, Casey?”

My next-door neighbor lounged on my couch with her back against the armrest and her bare legs splayed across the seat cushions. Taking a seat beside her painted toes, I said, “Silver Mine? Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Really?” Her cute face showed surprise. “But you’re the big outdoors guy! You should’ve been to every place in this book by now.” She cast me a playful grin, and for the thousandth time I lost myself in her pretty turquoise eyes. Her gaze returned to the book while mine drifted down to her sexy legs. Leave it to Addison to wear shorts on a brisk December day. Her thighs and calves showed nice muscle tone beneath the smooth, lightly tanned skin. My cock stirred restlessly in my pants.
Twenty-two and fresh out of college, Addison could have been out gallivanting around town with friends her own age.
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When I was in high school, I had a huge crush on my math teacher. In her late thirties, she was still younger than most of my other teachers, and she insisted that we call her by her first name, Kim. She was also really hot. She had amazing curves, and she always wore tight sweaters and ass hugging slacks. After I graduated, she was the only thing I missed about high school.

A few years later, I was invited back to my alma mater for college day. I was supposed to tell all the seniors about what to expect when they got to university and how to handle the stress and all that crap. The only real reason I went, though, was because Kim was now a guidance counselor, and she was the one who’d invited me.

After the assembly, Kim invited all the alumni out to lunch, but no one really wanted to hang out with their old teacher, so I was the only one who accepted. I’d been waiting years to get some time alone with her, and now that I had the opportunity, I was going to take it.

Kim asked me all about college while we waited for our food, but there wasn’t much to say that she hadn’t heard during the panel at school. We talked a little as we ate, and the longer we sat there, the more we started to flirt. It wasn’t intentional, at least not at first. I was definitely into her, but I didn’t really think she was about to let some former student put the moves on her over lunch, so I didn’t put much effort into it. Apparently I didn’t need to, though, because she did all the work for me.

When lunch was finished, it was already four o’clock. As we left the diner, Kim asked if I had any plans that evening. I told her I was probably just going to hang out at home. She suggested that I come out with her for a drink, now that I was actually old enough. “We still have so much to catch up on,” she told me. I agreed immediately.

That night I met Kim at a nearby pub, and we picked up where we’d left off at lunch, flirting as we shared a few beers. Kim was definitely showing interest in me, and I wasn’t exactly ignoring her. After a few drinks, I felt emboldened, and when Kim and I fell into an awkward silence, I moved in and kissed her.

She seemed surprised for a second before she started to kiss me back. I pushed my tongue between her lips to part them, then slid it inside her mouth, her tongue quickly moving against mine. We were kissing for maybe ten minutes before we remembered where we were, and Kim pushed me away to catch her breath and compose herself.

Neither of us was ready to end whatever was happening between us, and when I suggested we get another drink, Kim countered with an offer for a nightcap back at her place. I would’ve been a fool to turn her down.

Back at Kim’s house, we ended up skipping the nightcap in favor of something we wanted a little bit more. This time Kim made the first move, and she was on me the second I turned down her offer of another drink. She pushed herself flush against me and shoved her tongue in my mouth. Our lips locked as our hands started to explore each other’s body. It was like all my wet dreams were finally coming true!

Kim and I continued to kiss as she started to lead me across the house to her bedroom. She had a queen size bed in the middle of the room, and she pushed me down to sit on it. Then she stepped back from the bed and started to perform a sexy striptease just for me. She slipped her jacket off her shoulders and down her arms, then kicked off her boots. Her sweater was next, and she pulled it over her head slowly and twirled it around in the air before tossing it aside to join her coat on the floor. Finally, she slithered out of her pants and stood in front of me in only her bra and thong.

She sauntered over to me and straddled my lap, pressing her breasts against my chest. Even through my clothes I could feel the heat from her body, and I wanted to feel more. I started to rip at my jacket, needing to get my clothes off. She didn’t stop grinding against me and kissing me as I tried to undress, and it made it a lot harder to get out of my jacket, shirt and jeans, but it wasn’t impossible. I wanted to get closer to her, and nothing was going to get in my way.

I kissed Kim as I undressed, and when it got too difficult to do with her on top of me, I pushed her onto the bed and finished taking off my pants. Then I got back on the bed, and this time I was on top.

Kim and I started kissing again as we pulled off each other’s underwear, and then I got my first look at my old math teacher in the buff. She was in her early forties, but she was still as hot as maybe hotter than the girls I’d hooked up with in college. She had a flat stomach and pretty, perky tits, and she looked real good. I impatiently pushed her thighs apart and settled between her legs before leaning over and taking one of her soft breasts in my mouth.

I sucked her breasts for a minute as I ground my hips against hers, and it felt good. My dick was rock hard and rubbing against her thigh, and I couldn’t wait to finally get a crack at her pussy.

When she was ready to take the next step, she pushed my head away from her chest and reached over to the bedside table to get a condom out of the drawer. She pushed me off her and onto my back, then rolled the latex sheath over my dick. She stroked my wrapped cock a few times to make sure I was hard and ready, and then she straddled my hips again and slid her pussy down over my dick.

Kim’s cunt swallowed me whole, and as soon as her plush ass hit my thighs, she started to ride me. I’d never been with a girl who took charge like that before, but I wasn’t surprised. Kim was older and more experienced, definitely the take charge type. I didn’t have much time to think about what kind of woman Kim was, though. She was picking up her pace, and I turned all my attention to keeping up with her.

As she rose and fell on my shaft, I started to lift my hips off the bed, thrusting into her and matching her stroke for stroke. She was riding my dick like a pro, her cunt squeezing and massaging my sensitive dick as she moved up and down. It felt better than I’d ever imagined it would be, and I started thrusting into her harder and faster. When we had our rhythm down, I reached up to play with her tits while we fucked, and she even leaned forward for a bit so I could take them in my mouth again. Damn, she was good!

We were really going at it when I flipped her over into the missionary position and started to drill her. I’d spent hours fantasizing about fucking her brains out, and I was going to do exactly that. Her small, soft breasts jiggled between our bodies as I plowed into her, and her pussy started to spasm almost immediately. She was on the verge of a climax already, and I wasn’t far behind her.

It took less than two minutes in our new position for us both to get off. Kim’s pussy pulsed and throbbed around my dick as she came, and then I shot off, filling the condom with copious amounts of semen. Kim wasn’t done with me yet, though, and after climbing off my softening dick, she pulled off the condom and then sucked my dick clean, making me hard again in the process.

The second time around we did it doggy style, and Kim even took it in the ass for a minute before I blew my second load. She was the best lay I’d had since going to college!

Since then, I’ve started hooking up with more cougars than coeds. And whenever I’m home visiting my parents, I make sure to pay Kim a visit to thank her for introducing me to the extreme pleasure of sex with an older woman.

Mr. Matt T., Fullerton, California

I was a DJ back in the eighties, and I never lost my desire to hit the dance floor. But now that I’m a certified grown up, I don’t have time to go out for fun that often. Still, I was intrigued by an event advertised as a “quiet” dance not the music, the conversation. Rules stated there were to be no discussions during the two hour period. Sometimes I think young people today have forgotten or maybe they never knew how to have a good time.

Curiosity made me go.

Of course, I was decades older than the people on the dance floor. But just because I’m in my fifties doesn’t mean I have no rhythm. The music itself? Let’s say I knew how to DJ better than the twenty two year old minx onstage. She wasn’t bad, though. She was just young. And she sure as hell was hot, tall and lean, with black hair streaked with cobalt blue.

The music took over me, and I started to move. Music has always had that power in my world. In the warm room, with young bodies gyrating, I suppose I stood out. Luckily, I must have been noticeable in a good way, because after several songs, the DJ was suddenly at my side, dancing with me. I looked up she’d gotten a fill in to spin the discs. I smiled at her, and we grooved together.

I don’t know how long we danced. Three songs? Four? Then she put her hand on my arm and led me from the hall her hips undulating the whole way as she danced us out the door. Her youthful exuberance made me suck in my breath. That and the way her long legs seemed to go on for days.

She led us outside to the rear of the dance hall and pressed herself up against me. I felt like I had a million years ago, when I was in my twenties rather than my fifties. But lust feels the same at any age.

I took in the cool night air, and then looked down into her cooler blue eyes. She stared at me and said, “Do you really like these rules? The no talking. That sacred circle thing they did at the start.”

I wasn’t sure which answer would get me laid.

“I like rock,” I told her.

“Me, too,” she said, placing her hand on my cock through my jeans.

I knew exactly why I was turned on, but I was surprised when she said, “You were the hottest guy in the room.” I thought of the other studs on the dance floor, men twenty years or more my junior. She moved her hands up to my chest, and said, “You’re strong, and you dance so well. You really get the rhythm.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, and she scraped one hand against the shadow of my whiskers. “As soon as you walked in, I knew we were going to fuck.”

I had her dress up to her hips in a heartbeat, and her panties down at her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving the crumpled pink bikinis on the ground. I opened the fly of my black jeans, yanked out my hard dick, and then lifted her in my arms. We went at it right against the wall of the hall, my cock deep in her pussy, the throb of the beat from the dance hall working through us.

Inside it was against the rules to talk, but out here, the youthful DJ had no problem speaking her mind. “You feel so fucking good,” she moaned as I nailed her.

“God, you’re so wet,” I responded. Her inner thighs were dripping. I loved the way I was able to move inside her.

Her diaphanous dress billowed around us in the cool breeze. The night air was welcome after the heat of the room.

She gripped me tightly and pushed her body up and down my cock. I thrust hard into her moistness, biting her bare shoulders, licking my way up to her lips. I wanted to demolish her, to get as deep into her cunt as I possibly could. Even outside, we could hear the music. I fucked her to the rhythm, my cock pounding hard and fast in her slippery pussy. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d screwed a woman this young.

We had one of those intense connections where two people meet and know each other. I could not stop looking into her eyes. I slid one hand down to touch her clit, and my fingertips worked her like a dial. I’ve been manning controls my whole life. I learned what she craved in seconds, and I gave her the exact pressure she needed. She was so sensitive that when I simply rubbed my fingertip over her pussy, she bucked against my hand, crying out as she came.

She was loud. Oh, I love a loud girl, and she was a fucking howler. Her moans seemed to reverberate in the air around us, and I felt myself getting closer by the second. I didn’t come yet, though. I wanted to get her off again. I kept fucking her up against the wall, screwing my hips into hers, moving with the beat we could hear from inside.

When I sensed she was getting close a second time, I pulled out and set her feet on the ground. “Face the wall,” I told her. She obeyed immediately, gripping the fabric of her dress in one hand and hiking her dress to her waist. Her beautiful ass was exposed, and I stroked my hand along her nubile skin. Then I nudged her legs apart with my boot, spread her open, and slipped the head of my cock inside her.

“Jesus,” she sighed. “You’re going to make me come again.”

I started to pound into her from behind. She held herself steady with one hand on the wall, and the moans she made grew louder with each thrust. I was so turned on by the sounds she was making. It had been years since I was with a real screamer not someone who turns up the volume solely for effect. She seemed unable to control herself.

It was as if we were made to fit together. The warm tunnel of her pussy surrounded my rod and clenched against me, almost as if our sex parts were dancing the way our bodies had in the main hall.

Over the years, I’ve fucked a lot of women after dances. But this was different. I held on as long as I could, and right when she started to come again, I came with her. I ground my hips against her, shooting my seed deep inside her. We stayed like that for several beats. Then she turned around and smiled at me, letting her dress fall back into place.

We stood there for a moment, and I wondered what I should say next. I wanted to do more, to take her home with me, but I felt rusty. How do you talk to young girls these days? She saved me.

“I’ve read articles about you,” she said after. “You were the king of the DJs back in the day.”

I smiled at her. “You’re young enough to be the princess,” I said, sure she’d depart back into the dance hall, leaving me with a sweet new memory, but she surprised me.

“Come over to my place after,” she said. “You can spin records for me while we do this for real.”

Mr. Derek B., Via E Mail

It’s a woman’s prerogative to fib about her age, so let’s just say I’ve celebrated my forty fifth birthday more than once, and leave it at that. Anyway, I still have the same sort of hourglass figure I had in my twenties. Granted, my rear end is fuller than it used to be, but my boobs are bigger, too.

Attracting male attention has never been a problem for me. I’ve been divorced now for quite some time, and although I don’t consider myself promiscuous, I’m not exactly shy either. To put it bluntly, I have sexual needs and one scorching hot day last summer, those needs were more than met by a gorgeous man not even half my age.

It was early on a Saturday morning, and I’d just woken up in my country home not far from Nashville. Yawning and stretching, wiggling my toes, I reached down and cupped my pussy. I don’t masturbate that often, but on this particular morning, I was surprisingly wet, and my button was already swollen and good to go. Making a “V” with two fingers, I stroked back the sheath of my clitoris and rolled the berry between my fingers, feeling my arousal grow.

Still half in dreamland, I diddled myself lazily. Touching myself with my fingers made me crave something more substantial, so I got out of bed and went looking for my vibrator. That’s what I was doing rummaging around in my closet, bare assed naked when I heard someone knocking at the front door.

“Just a minute!” I called out. “I’ll be right there!”

I quickly slipped into my robe and hurried down the hall. I expected to find the mailman standing on my porch, but when I opened the door, I was surprised to see a battered pickup truck parked in my driveway. As I stepped outside, I spotted the driver, who was leaning against the side of the vehicle. His eyes were hidden behind aviator shades, and with the sun hampering my vision, I wasn’t able to distinguish his features.

“Morning, ma’am,” he shouted. “I’m not sure if I got the right address. You called about some yard work?”

“Yes, but I didn’t expect anyone at this hour. It’s awfully early, isn’t it?”

“If you want, I can come back tomorrow.”

“No, no,” I answered with a frown. “Go around the back of the house. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

Before he had a chance to respond, I left the porch and went back inside to get dressed. In the bedroom, I shed my robe and stepped into a pair of khaki shorts. Without bothering to put on a bra, I threw on a loose cotton blouse, ran a comb through my hair, and headed for the back door.

Out in the yard, the workman was standing in the dappled shade of a chestnut tree, casually smoking a cigarette. This was the first time I’d gotten a good look at him, and to say I was impressed is putting it mildly. Tanned bronze by the sun, wearing a sleeveless t shirt and faded jeans, he fell solidly in the tall, dark and gorgeous category not fashion model gorgeous, but scruffily handsome, with tousled black hair and a three day stubble on his cheeks.

Smiling inwardly goodness, what a hunk! I started across the dewy lawn on bare feet. As I approached, the workman tossed away his cigarette and removed his sunglasses, and it was only at that moment that I realized how young he actually was. He couldn’t have been much more than twenty, which meant he was less than half my age. It was a bit of a shock, really, but even so, he was so sinfully handsome that I couldn’t resist flirting.

I crossed my arms beneath my ample bust and smiled sweetly. “I’m sorry if I sounded grouchy before. I guess I got up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“That’s all right, ma’am.”

“Ma’am isn’t necessary,” I said with a light laugh. “My name’s Rebecca.”

“I’m Shane,” he said, shaking my extended hand.

At the touch of his skin, a little tingle of excitement ran up my spine. I loved the way my delicate hand seemed even smaller within his masculine grasp. I loved the way he smelled, too. That indefinable male scent always gets to me. He held my hand a little longer than was necessary and boldly looked down my blouse at my braless breasts. I hope you like what you’re seeing, I thought to myself.

I certainly liked what I was seeing. Not that I planned to do anything about it. Although Shane had the kind of bad boy looks that really appeal to me, he was far too young. I was only flirting with the boy, being a shameless tease. And teasing myself in the process, too. As soon as I go inside, I thought, I’ll finish masturbating.

“So what was it you wanted me to do?” Shane asked.

I blinked, surprised. “Oh, sorry my mind was elsewhere. Come on. I’ll show you.”

Walking side by side with Shane, my breasts swaying freely beneath my top, I led him to a grove of apple trees at the far end of my property. We’d had a violent thunderstorm the previous week, and the gale force winds had nearly uprooted a few of the trees. As we strolled through the grove together, I asked Shane if he could cut down the damaged trees and chop them into firewood.

“No problem,” he nodded. “I’ll get my tools out of the truck. Anything else I can do for you?”

I smiled. “I might think of something later on. But right now, I’d better let you get to work.”

Once inside the house, I stripped off my clothes, sat on the edge of my bed, and palmed my pear shaped breasts. For the next few minutes I worked on each of my tits, tweaking my pale brown nipples into points and lifting each of my pendulous boobs up to my lips in turn, so I could flick my tongue along each sensitive nub of flesh. Very quickly, a sexy glow shimmered between my legs, and as those feelings intensified, a rosy pink flush spread across my chest and trickles of nectar began pooling in my slit.

While I sat there mouthing my boobs, I started fantasizing about going down on Shane. I hadn’t sucked a guy his age in years, and the thought made me so horny that I crossed my legs to increase the pressure on my throbbing clit. Getting hotter by the moment, I visualized myself kneeling in front of Shane and sucking on his sturdy dick until his hot, sticky cream filled my mouth and dribbled down my chin. The image was so vivid that my clit suddenly pulsed, and a gentle orgasm fluttered inside me. The climax was just enough to take the edge off my horniness and leave me in a happy, carefree mood.

As the morning proceeded, I took a shower, had some coffee and toast, fed my cat, did my hair and makeup, and touched up the peach enamel on my toenails never forgetting about the hot, young thing working in my orchard. All the while I was puttering around in panties and flip flops, and I could hear the whine of Shane’s power saw off in the distance. It was a hot day, already well into the nineties, and some time around noon I decided to bring Shane a cold drink and check on his progress. After slipping on a yellow batik sundress and sandals, I poured a tall glass of iced tea and went out into the yard.

Crossing the lawn, heading for the grove of apple trees, I felt composed and self assured. I liked the casual dress I was wearing, and my hair and makeup were fine. I’d been a provocative tease with Shane earlier that morning, but now that I’d given myself an orgasm and gotten myself together, I was in a much different frame of mind.

That’s what I thought, anyway, but when I reached the apple orchard and saw Shane bent over his work, shirtless and glistening with sweat, my stomach got all fluttery and my ladylike composure immediately vanished.

“How’s it going?” I managed to say.

“I’m just about done.”

“I thought you might be thirsty,” I murmured, and handed him the glass of iced tea.

Shane drained the glass, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and slowly looked me up and down. Ordinarily, being checked out like that, from my tits to my painted toes, would have seriously annoyed me but I hadn’t gotten laid in almost two months, and far from annoying me, the way that Shane ran his eyes over my figure made me as giddy as a schoolgirl. I could feel myself turning red.

“Are you okay?” Shane asked.

Fanning my face with one hand, I said, “It’s this heat. It must be 100 degrees.”

Standing there in the green shade, we spent a while making idle small talk, which wasn’t easy for me. It would have been a lot easier if Shane had been wearing a shirt, but he was naked to the waist, and I was so distracted by his firm pecs and cute little nipples that I could hardly think straight. I kept picturing him feeling me up, manhandling my soft tits, putting his fingers inside me.

An awkward silence had begun to develop. Snapping out of my reverie, I cleared my throat and said, “Well, I should get going. I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Shane said smoothly. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”

A light breeze moved through the trees, stirring my hair, my dress. I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind went blank. Looking into Shane’s luminous brown eyes, I couldn’t disguise my longing it was written all over my face, and when he took a step closer, a wonderful sort of panic overcame me: that tremulous feeling when I know I’m about to surrender myself.

We were among the apple trees, the nearest neighbor a half mile away, alone in our own private Eden. Like someone in a trance, I stood there with my heart racing until Shane wrapped his sinewy arms around me and pressed his lips against mine for a searing kiss.

I’m not really sure what happened next. Even now, looking back on it, I can’t reconstruct how we got from point A to point B. All I know is that once we started kissing, I was so overwhelmed with desire that all my inhibitions disappeared completely. The next thing I knew, I was lying in the grass with my dress bunched up around my waist. My panties were gone, and I can’t explain that, either. I don’t know if I took them off or if Shane did, but however it happened, my blonde bush and moist cunt were fully exposed.

Standing above me, Shane unzipped and lowered his jeans, and when his rigid penis sprang out, my eyes widened in astonishment. He was impressively erect and alarmingly big especially in girth. I like nice fat cocks as much as the next woman, but I’d never dealt with an erection quite that thick. Matched up against that bulky hard on, the delicate opening between my legs seemed very small and vulnerable, and although I desperately wanted to fuck the boy, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take him in.

As Shane dropped to his knees and maneuvered himself between my widespread thighs, I fumbled for his penis with my right hand. By this point, I was so crazily aroused that when I inadvertently bumped his bulging knob against my clit, I nearly climaxed. I sighed softly, enjoying that little spike of arousal and feeling desperate for more pleasure. Frantic to have him inside me, I positioned his cockhead against my pouty labia and then grabbed hold of his ass, pulling him toward me at a gentle, steady pace. When Shane’s sturdy member began to enter me, the invasive pressure became shockingly intense. He hadn’t even gotten his glans all the way in, and already the mouth of my cunt was stretched wide!

Sensing how overwhelmed I was feeling, Shane backed off slightly, leaving only the tip of his cock in my opening and giving me time to collect myself. While he lay there on top of me, trailing sweet kisses along my neck, I spread my legs a tiny bit further, and when I tilted my pelvis, the bulk of his substantial shaft slid inside me with one huge wave of pleasure. Shane growled softly in my ear, the sound animalistic and lustful, making my pussy grow even more slick with arousal.

Shane pulled back again, and I sighed softly, craving the feeling of him filling me once more. Resting my heels on the ground, I raised my hips and in he went, sliding into my body in one smooth, slow, heart stopping plunge that turned me inside out.

Exhaling in relief, I took Shane’s face in my hands and planted tiny kisses on his cheeks and lips. Choked with emotion, I moaned, “Oh, Shane, that’s so good!”

To emphasize my words, I tried to tease his shaft by working my inner muscles, but my pussy was packed too solidly. Not even a half hour ago I’d walked out of my house feeling very sure of myself, very much the lady, and now imagine the sight of me: Stuffed to the brim with cock, my pretty dress disheveled and grass stained. I felt like a tramp and I loved it!

“Fuck me!” I stammered. “Fuck my pussy!”

Raising himself onto his hands, Shane loomed over me and began driving his fat prick in and out of me. Despite the thickness of his penis, I no longer felt any strain the satiny walls of my cunt were slick with honey and perfectly sheathed his manhood. The searing heat of his hard on seemed to light up my insides, and each of his thrusts sent shock waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. Where I felt it most of all, though, was in the front of my pussy, right inside the entrance, where all the zillion nerve endings were activated. And as I seesawed my hips, and fucked Shane as eagerly as he fucked me, the ravishing hunger in my pulsating clitoris became more and more maddening, making me crazed with lust.

Gritting my teeth, I hissed, “C’mon, baby get me off! Fuck me harder!”

While we were writhing together in the grass, the front closure of my bra ripped loose and my tits danced wildly beneath the bodice of my dress. I was already burning up with arousal, and my fast moving breasts added fuel to the sexual fire. Now I groaned and raked Shane’s back with my nails. What an extraordinary rush it was, fucking like this, humping like a wildcat out of doors, in broad daylight! And the man who was balls deep inside me was barely out of his teens!

It was that thought as much as anything else that finally sent me flying into pieces. Bathed in sweat and grinding furiously, I gyrated my hips until a flood of liquid heat poured through my insides as my climax broke.

“Fuck fuck!” I screamed. “I’m coming!”

Indeed I was, and with toe curling intensity, but my cunt was so tightly filled that it muffled my contractions and extended the sensations which threatened to overwhelm me. It was exquisite, but it made me so wide eyed and frantic that I could barely catch my breath. And then another climax, this one luscious and full bodied, rushed over me. Overwhelmed by ecstasy, I cried out, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Growling like a lion, Shane thrust his shaft into my core and sent spurts of hot semen deep inside my quivering sex.

After he’d filled me with his cream, Shane didn’t lose his erection right away. When I eventually floated back to reality and regained my senses, his huge hard on was still lodged firmly inside me. With my cunt packed solid like that, I felt perfectly centered and blissfully happy.

“Mmm that was lovely,” I murmured. “You’re still hard, too.”

Lifting his head off my shoulder, he said, “Do you want me to move?”

“No, no don’t be silly. Stay right where you are.”

As his penis gradually softened, I flexed my inner muscles, tightening my silky tunnel and maintaining a hold on his diminishing erection.

“You’re a sweet boy,” I whispered.

Shane smiled, and after he rolled off me, I sat up and took off my rumpled dress and bra. He leaned forward and brushed my hair back behind my ears as he said softly, “And you’re a beautiful woman. Look at you, sitting there naked in the sunlight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight. You’re as sexy as summertime, you know that?”

That left me speechless. I could tell he meant every word of it. What a sweetheart!

“Come here, you,” I said gently.

Gathering him into my arms, I gave him a long heartfelt kiss, and then he kissed and fondled my breasts, sucked on my nipples, and finally laid me down and licked my slit until I came in his mouth. After that, I positioned myself on my hands and knees, raising my ass and once again offering him my cunt, which he fucked with the same youthful energy that I’d experienced earlier, bringing me to another blissful climax that left me thoroughly satisfied.

I’m happy to report that Shane and I have developed a real friendship, and we still have sex together two or three times a month. For me, the situation could hardly be better. I have the freedom to date other men, and I also have the thrill of taking on a young, well hung guy. Incidentally, Shane turned twenty one a few weeks after our encounter in that apple grove. He’s never come right out and asked me my age, but if he ever does, I’ll exercise my woman’s prerogative and fib and then fuck him silly!

Once my husband and I hit our thirtieth wedding anniversary, I figured any chance for sexual adventure was over. It wasn’t that Pierce and I didn’t have a good sex life. It had just gotten, well, repetitive. He could make me come, but I was interested in having some variety. I was starting to notice other men, younger men, ones who were jogging far faster than I was on the local track, their shorts hugging their tight asses. I even noticed the women, and I’d never had a true sexual fantasy about a woman in my life. I was fifty three, and I wanted to experience the sexual thrills that everyone else seemed to be having.

And then I met Jen and Matt. They were running on the track with me one day and seemed extra friendly. When I stopped for a drink of water, they paused and started a conversation with me. At first, I didn’t think anything out of the ordinary. We chatted about running they were training for a marathon and exchanged contact info. They were new to the area and looking to make friends. I invited them over and the four of us had a pleasant dinner. It wasn’t until Jen came to the kitchen to help me with the dishes that I got an inkling they might be looking for more than friendship.

“Dinner was wonderful, Wendy,” she said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

I turned to smile at her and felt a flutter in my stomach when we made eye contact. That had never before happened with a woman. “Thank you. I rarely get the chance to cook for guests,” I answered, trying to mask my flustered state.

“There’s something else I wanted to tell you, Wendy,” she paused, her face looking serious. “Matt and I are swingers, and when we left Memphis, we also left behind a couple with whom we’d been intimate. Since then, we’ve been looking for another couple so we could, you know, swap partners.”

I knew nothing about this sort of lifestyle, but I was curious. “We aren’t into getting it on with strangers,” Jen explained. “We like a relationship with more structure, where we truly get to know each other. It’s like dating, but as couples.”

“And you’re interested in us?” I sounded puzzled, because surely they could find a couple closer in age to themselves.

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“We’re old fogies!” I said.

She laughed. “No, you’re not! Matt thinks you’re hot! On the first day we met you, he told me all of the dirty things he wanted to do with you.”

I blushed when she said that, and I couldn’t imagine what my husband would think of all this.

“I don’t know . . . Pierce and I would have to talk about it, but I’m certainly flattered,” I answered. I didn’t want to promise her something I couldn’t deliver. Besides, I needed more time to ponder what she was proposing.

We cleared the table and washed and dried the dishes, but the whole time, my mind was racing. As soon as our guests were out the door, I told Pierce we needed to talk right away. In the bedroom.

“What’s the rush?” he asked.

“So Jen and Matt . . . they’re swingers.” I couldn’t figure out a better way to put it. “And they are interested in swinging with us. Swapping. Jen with you, and Matt with me.” I stopped talking and looked at him, trying to see my husband through fresh eyes. He, like me, is physically active and looks great for his age. Jen couldn’t have known it, but he has an extremely impressive cock. It’s not only long, it’s thick, too, and he has the stamina to match any man half his age.

“What do you think?” he asked, turning the question back at me.

“Well . . . I think you only live once. Since this opportunity seems to have fallen in our laps, and I happen to think Matt is pretty cute why not try it?”

“You really like the idea of having another man’s cock in you?” he asked, grinning at me.

“That and seeing you eating Jen’s pussy,” I said.

After that conversation, Pierce and I fucked in a way we hadn’t done in a long time on the floor, with me riding him, my large breasts bouncing. I came twice before it was all over, and Pierce shouted loudly and climaxed shortly after my second orgasm.

I called Jen the next day and told her we were interested, but we’d like to do it at our place. I also told her that this was our first time.

“Wendy, I understand. Don’t worry we’ll do whatever we can to make sure you’re both comfortable. Trust me, we’re not trying to mess with your relationship. We just want to have a good time.”

“Okay,” I said, “please be patient with us. But I can tell you that my husband has a gorgeous cock, and he’s very good at eating pussy.”

“That’s good to know. I have a feeling you’ll enjoy Matt, as well.”

It was a little odd to be recommending our husbands to each other in a sexual fashion, but mostly I found it amusing.

That night, I dressed up for our “date,” even though we weren’t going out. I put on a miniskirt that I hadn’t worn in years and skipped a bra to let my pendulous tits sway freely beneath my red top. As I fixed my hair and makeup, I was repeatedly felt up by Pierce. I straightened up our bedroom and the guest room and spritzed some air freshener so everything smelled sweet. I even set out cookies, even though I was definitely too nervous to eat.

When the doorbell rang, we nudged each other, but I was the one who wound up answering it. “Hello, welcome,” I said, inviting Matt and Jen inside.

The air was charged in a way it hadn’t been when they’d previously come to dinner, because we all knew what was about to happen. “Hi Wendy,” said Jen, her eyes shining.

When it was Matt’s turn to greet me, he pulled me close for a sensual hug, and then sniffed my neck appreciatively. “You smell great,” he said, and I thought I detected a hard on underneath his slacks when he hugged me.

I looked over to see Pierce giving Jen a seductive look. This was the moment I’d been waiting for, my test as to whether this was fantasy talk or whether I was truly ready. Part of me had suspected I’d be jealous when I saw Jen and Pierce together, that some primal instinct would kick in, like Hey, that’s my husband! But the opposite happened. Seeing my Pierce flirting with a hot young babe was a turn on.

I grabbed Matt’s hand. “Let’s go upstairs if no one else has any objections.” No one did, so I led him to our bedroom, my heart racing. I sensed that Pierce and Jen were right behind us.

I felt better about what was about to happen because my husband would be nearby not because I thought anything was going to go wrong. I just wanted to share as much of this experience with him as possible. Soon, though, I wasn’t thinking about Pierce but Matt, with his blond hair, smoldering eyes and magical hands. He undressed me, and then began massaging my back, my ass, and then my pussy. He seemed intent on making me come with only his hands! At first, I tried to keep quiet, but that soon became impossible with what he was doing to me.

I heard sucking noises and glanced over to see Pierce and Jen entangled in a passionate sixty nine. “I want your cock,” I said to Matt, but he told me I’d have to wait.

“You have to come first,” he said, and then proceeded to make me climax all over his hand. He smiled at me as he licked my juices from his fingers, and then climbed on top of me. He took my hand and brought it to his zipper, and when I finally got to touch his cock, I gasped. He was even bigger than Pierce! My hand barely fit around the circumference of his dick.

I smiled at Matt, and then made quick work of the rest of his clothes. He rubbed the head of his thick cock against my entrance, getting me used to its presence, before slowly pressing his way inside. When Pierce and I do it, we usually move a little faster, so this leisurely pace was a treat. Matt teased me, pushing the head and a few inches of his dick in, then pulling out, then going in deeper. When he finally gave me his entire shaft, I moaned in delight, and this time I looked over to see Pierce standing up and fucking Jen vigorously while she was bent over the bed.

That sight brought a new rush of wetness to my pussy, and I spread my legs farther apart. Matt bore down, pressing his muscular body against me as he gave me every inch of his gigantic dick. He fucked me for a good ten minutes before he said, “Wendy, I’m going to come.”

“Give it to me, Matt,” I whispered. I felt an incredible intimacy with him, one that was only enhanced by the fact that his wife and my husband were right next to us. When he came inside me, the first man other than my husband to do so in more than thirty years, I groaned loudly, feeling his shudders in my own body. He stayed inside me until his cock softened, then held me as we watched our spouses go at it. Then Pierce pulled out and came all over Jen’s backside, and spontaneously, I shifted so I could give her a kiss. It was a sweet way to end the evening.

The next time we decided to play, they invited us to their place, and now we have a standing weekend date that involves lots of sexy fun. We’ve gotten so comfortable that sometimes we even split up I go to their place, while Jen visits Pierce at our house. It all works out, because I know I have my loving husband waiting for me when I return home.

We haven’t told any of our other friends about our extramarital activities, but a few of them have commented that we look younger and more vivacious. I just smile, grateful for this new form of pleasure we’ve been lucky to discover.

Ms. Wendy V., Jackson, Mississippi

I paid the cabdriver and turned toward the neat clapboard house that would be my home for the next two weeks. It was a cheerful shade of yellow, with shutters as white as the snow that covered the lawn. As the taxi drove off, I had the feeling that all my troubles were leaving with it. My divorce had just become final I was forty three and ready to start a new chapter in my life.

Inside, the house was as cozy as the photos had promised. Through a window I spotted a greenhouse out back. In the kitchen, a short list of notes from the owner concluded with, “Any issues, call Evan the caretaker” and a phone number.

Everything I needed to make a pot of coffee was there on the counter, so I got busy. Then I went to unpack my suitcase, and returned to the kitchen ten minutes later. No coffee. The darned thing wasn’t working. With a sigh I dialed the caretaker. A machine answered, so I explained the problem and hung up. To me, that qualified as an emergency I didn’t like the thought of going two weeks without my morning cup of joe.

Later that afternoon, the doorbell rang. I’m not sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t the Calvin Klein model that stood on the stoop. He was young and impossibly good looking, with a tall, trim physique, baby blue eyes, and snowflakes in his thick brown hair. His parka, jeans and snow boots were all garden variety, but on this kid they looked like designer originals. He smiled, and I felt myself blush from ear to ear.

“Uh yes?” I stammered.

“I’ve brought you another coffeemaker,” the young man said. He held up a box.

“You’re Evan? The caretaker?” My jaw dropped a little farther.

“That’s right. What were you expecting?”

Nervously I toyed with a lock of my blonde hair, twirling it around my finger. “Um . . . someone older, I guess.”

He laughed. “Well, I’m twenty two, and I’ve been looking after this place for about four years now. Will I do?”

“Of course. I’m sorry, I meant no disrespect.”

“No worries.” Evan flashed that easy, charismatic smile again. “You’re Blaise, right?” He looked me over quickly, efficiently, but I still caught it, just as I caught the flicker of interest that registered in his eyes. I wasn’t wearing anything particularly sexy just a comfy old pair of low rise jeans and a snug henley but I’ve been around long enough to know that look. Evan, who was barely old enough to drink, thought I was hot.

He hoisted the box. “Want me to set this up for you?”

I know my way around a coffee machine as well as anyone, but I said, “Sure, thanks.” As he stepped past me I caught a whiff of his fresh, woodsy cologne.

A pot of coffee was ready in no time, but coffee was no longer foremost on my mind. Evan had me all worked up. Impulsively, I invited him to have a cup with me, and he accepted. We chatted effortlessly, despite the age gap between us. He explained that he looked after the house as a favor to the owners, who were friends of his parents. He also worked at a hardware store in town. I asked if there was a bakery I could walk to in the morning, and he gave me the name of a local favorite. When at last he bid me good night, I could only hope that something else would go wrong in the house so I’d have an excuse to call him again.

Early the next morning, someone knocked. I threw on a robe, opened the door, and there he was, with a bag of warm scones and muffins.

“Thought I’d save you the trouble of going out,” Evan said.

“How sweet!” As I took the bag I stood on tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “What do I owe you?”

He waved that off. “My treat.”

“Well, at least come in and share them with me.”

“I’d love to, but I’m due at the hardware store.” His eyes drifted down to my chest. That’s when I realized my robe had fallen partly open. I had nothing on underneath, as I sleep in the nude. An ample portion of my shapely breasts was on display, as well as a slice of my toned midriff all the way down to my navel. I enjoyed Evan’s stare and made no move to cover up. His hungry eyes drifted lower, taking in the sensual lines of my hips and the bareness of my thighs. At last he turned to go, but then he paused. “Everything okay with the house?”

Thinking fast, I said, “Uh, the thermostat is a little balky.”

“I see.” Our eyes locked. “I’ll come by this afternoon and have a look.”

I wasn’t sure if he was talking about the thermostat, or me. One thing was certain: My attraction to Evan was becoming excruciating. I loved his youthful confidence and charm, not to mention his lean, fit body and rugged good looks. I’d been out of the game for a long time, though, and he was half my age. I wasn’t quite sure how to proceed.

That afternoon, a light snow fell as I wandered down to the greenhouse. The weathered glass panes were partially frosted over, but I could see the greenery inside. Curiosity and the promise of warmth compelled me to try the door. With a rusty creak it opened, so I stepped inside, into startling heat. I took off my scarf and gloves, unzipped my coat and strolled among the plants mums and poinsettias and others I couldn’t identify. Evan must take care of the whole lot, I thought to myself. Just thinking about him turned me on. Remembering that he’d promised to drop by, I decided to head back to the house. However, the greenhouse door had shut behind me, and now it wouldn’t open. I was considering my options when I saw Evan coming down the path.

I waved and shouted, “I’m locked in!”

He hurried over. “Sorry, I should have warned you about this door.” Grabbing the handle with both hands, he used a practiced twist and pull motion to spring the door open. He stepped inside with me, and when our eyes met, sparks flew.

“What kind of plants are these?” I asked, taking his hand and drawing him into the greenhouse.

“That’s a begonia,” he said, pointing.

“And that?”

“Fuchsia.”

We reached the back wall. I turned to face Evan and he was right there, deep in my personal space right where I wanted him to be. He pulled off his gloves and pressed his palms against the wall, one on either side of my face. Up close, he looked even younger.

“You drive me crazy,” he said quietly, his voice raw with hunger. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

He cupped his hand at the back of my neck and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let the fever take hold. My hands clawed at his back through his parka while our tongues danced. Evan fed off my energy and grew more frenzied. Running his hands along my sides, he pressed his hard body against me, pinning me to the wall. There was nowhere for me to go, and nowhere else I wanted to be.

The layers of winter clothes between us were monumentally frustrating. I wanted to feel Evan’s skin against mine. I wanted to squeeze the globes of his naked ass and curl my hand around his hard cock. He was just as anxious to get at my body. He pushed my coat off my shoulders, and then started unbuttoning my sweater with fingers made clumsy by passion.

“The hell with it,” I hissed, ripping the sweater open and popping a few buttons in the process. Evan took this as permission to rend my bra, too. Then his hands were on my bare breasts, squeezing, fondling. He lowered his mouth to my throat while his fingers fiddled with my nipples, making them stand stiffly at attention. I worked at my pants and managed to get them down to my knees, scuffing my knuckles against the wall in the process. I barely noticed. Evan let go of my breasts so he could drop his own pants, and his underwear, too. Our lips met again, furiously. I couldn’t see his cock, but I could feel it, long and hard, pressing against my belly. I reached down between us and grabbed that sturdy shaft. It felt thick and meaty in my grasp. I ran my hand up and down its length, coaxing a sticky drop of wetness from the tip.

Evan’s fingers found my panties and yanked them down with startling urgency. His fever was contagious it got under my skin and into my blood. I needed him to take me now, standing up, right there against the greenhouse wall. Freeing myself from the tangle of my clothes, I then guided his cock to my pussy, which was sopping wet by this time. He moaned against my neck, and I moaned, too, as the head of his penis pushed between my cunt lips. I curled a leg around his waist he hooked his arm under my thigh. Then he thrust into me, making me gasp. “Oh! That’s it, baby!” I cried as his cock slid in deep, filling me up. He kept nibbling on my neck while he relaxed his hips for a second. Then he flexed forward again, pressing me firmly against the wall.

“Do me faster,” I whispered in his ear. “Take me hard!” He really didn’t need the encouragement, though. Rocking back and forth on his heels, he plumbed my depths with deep, thorough precision, fucking me with a skill beyond his years. I loved the way his cock felt inside me, the way it expanded me with every plunge. I couldn’t get enough. “That’s it, that’s it,” I cried over and over, as he took me all the way to a toe curling climax. I got my other leg around his waist, and clinging tightly to him, I rode it out, screaming like a banshee. Evan held me up through the whole thing, using the wall for leverage. His hands gripped my asscheeks, and he pumped his rod into me with all the energy of youth, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.

When at last my head began to clear, Evan lay me down on the floor of the greenhouse and hardly missed a beat. Our bodies remained sealed to one another, only now we were horizontal, and Evan could really let go. “Come on, big boy,” I said, caressing his sweet young face. “Let me have your come.” He reared up on his arms, and I grabbed his muscular ass, enjoying the feel of his flexing glutes as he powered his tool in and out of my cunt. The plants all around us looked huge from my vantage point it was like we were doing it in a wild jungle somewhere, made all the more strange and exotic by the sight of snowflakes falling beyond the glass walls. Lovely floral scents mixed with the musky smell of sex. Energized, I wrapped my legs once more around Evan’s slim waist I circled his shoulders with my arms and moved with him, matching his rhythm. Every thrust made my clitoris spark hotly, until the sparks became one long flare of exquisite pleasure. Together we reveled in the intensely pleasurable sensations flowing between us. Evan’s hips rose and fell between my widespread thighs, faster and harder and more desperate by the second. At last he pressed his face into my hair and groaned with the bliss of his release. I could feel every throb of his cock as it let fly with a torrent of hot semen. The sensation was so intoxicating and so vivid that I climaxed again, my body convulsing with satisfaction against the smooth concrete floor until I was completely spent.

When we left the greenhouse it was getting dark. Evan kissed me good night and departed, but I knew I’d see him again, and soon and I couldn’t wait. As exciting as our encounter in the greenhouse had been, I hadn’t even seen him naked, or felt the breadth of his manhood in my mouth, or a hundred other things I could think of.

Evan called me the following morning. “Can I come over and cook dinner for you tonight?” he asked.

“Absolutely, I’ll provide dessert.”

I took a long, hot bath and then arranged things just right. When Evan arrived at six, carrying two fully loaded grocery bags, I had soft music playing, a fire burning in the hearth, and candles flickering everywhere. We kissed, and then Evan got to work in the kitchen, where he impressed me with his culinary skills. We dined on the best lasagna I’ve ever had, accompanied by fine red wine.

Later, after clearing the table and cleaning up, Evan put his arms around my waist. “Okay, so what’s for dessert?”

I looked up at him and saw the fire in his eyes. “Me,” I said. Stepping back, I stripped nude. It was thrilling to stand before Evan without a stitch of clothing on and see the way he looked at me, his boyish, unjaded eyes burning bright with need. My nipples tingled and my sex began to drip. He watched with rapt attention as I hopped up onto the kitchen table. Slowly I lay back on my elbows with my knees up and my feet spread wide.

“I hope you’re still hungry,” I purred.

Evan pulled a chair close and sat down. I could feel his warm, rapid breath on my private parts. “Your pussy is beautiful,” he said, raking his fingers through my blonde pubic hair. I quivered at his touch and lifted my hips, pushing my cunt toward him. He spread my labia open and lowered his head to the feast. The first flick of his tongue through my dewy folds made me bounce against the tabletop.

“Oh yeah, that feels good,” I murmured. “Eat me. Eat me!”

Evan darted his tongue deeper, probing my pink hole. I gripped the sides of the table and squirmed against his mouth. He pressed his hands to the sides of my ass and slaked his tongue upward, toward my clit. When he got there he sucked it between his lips for a long moment, inhaling and exhaling against my sensitive nub in a way that took my breath away. My back arched off the table. Evan began flipping my clit back and forth with strident flicks of his tongue.

“Oh, God!” I cried, reaching between my legs to coil his hair around my fingers. My juices were running copiously. Evan slurped them up while slapping his tongue against my clit. His whole mouth seemed glued to my cunt, working a kind of magic down there that had me seeing stars in no time. His hands slid under my ass as I bucked against him, moaning and yammering incoherently. Then the climax crashed over me, and suddenly my words were crystal clear. “I’m coming!” I cried out, clamping my thighs to Evan’s head. My back arched way up off the table again, and my whole body went rigid. Evan kept sucking and slurping with gusto, bringing me off in a series of rapid climaxes. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

At last my muscles relaxed, and I regained control of my breathing. Evan, sloppy mouthed, sat back in his chair. “Your turn,” I proclaimed, hopping down off the table. I had him turn his chair out so I could kneel before him. Then, working with eager fingers, I pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. For the first time I got a good look at Evan’s cock, which was fully erect and as hard as steel. That lovely organ pointed up at me from a thicket of dark pubic hair, totally ready for action. I took hold of the shaft at the base and slid my hand upward, to the big, bulbous head. Evan moaned. Leaning forward, I kissed away the drop of fluid at the tip, and then gave in to an urge to drop my mouth over the entire length. I couldn’t quite manage it, but I came close, my lips coming within an inch of the base. Evan watched me with wide, excited eyes. His hands held tight to the arms of his chair as he reveled in the feel of my mouth surrounding his prick.

Fueled by a tide of powerful lust, I sucked and blew and licked and slurped Evan’s cock until his groans filled the air. I toyed with his balls, too, kneading that heavy sac in my hand while twirling my tongue all over his sensitive crown. Evan threw his head back, his thighs tightened, and I knew he was about to come. I sealed my lips in a tight circle around his throbbing flesh, ready to receive his load. A split second later it arrived, the jets of semen coursing down my throat as fast as I could swallow them.

Evan took a deep breath and let it out. By the look on his face not to mention the state of his cock, which was still standing at attention I could see he wasn’t interested in calling it a night. That was good to know, because neither was I. We went over to the couch, where I asked him to take off the rest of his clothes.

“Let me see you stripped,” I said, quoting the old song by my favorite eighties group, Depeche Mode. Then I realized Evan had probably never heard the song he might not even know the band. He complied just the same, pulling off his shirt and socks and then sitting back on the couch, nude. I drank in the delicious sight of him, so youthfully trim and powerfully built.

“Lay back,” I told him, and he did, his cock straight as an arrow against his belly. I mounted him, held his dick to my cunt and sank down, my movements languid and unhurried. When my ass touched down against his balls, I began to rock to and fro, just sitting there, fully impaled by his cock. The motion rubbed my clit against his groin and made my pulse quicken all over again. He reached out and palmed my breasts, squeezing my sensitive nipples between his fingers. The combination of sensations whipped up my lust and made me ride Evan faster. Instinct took over, and I started bouncing up and down on his pole like a wild woman. My hair whipped this way and that as I rocked about, lost in the moment. Again and again my clit mashed against Evan’s root while the head of his cock probed deep inside my vagina. I grabbed his shoulders and held on as the rush came, flowing through me like liquid fire.

Evan rolled out from under me and repositioned himself on the couch behind me, desperate to plow me doggy style. I dropped onto my hands and knees and an instant later his fat cock was back in my eager hole, buried to the hilt. I moaned with satisfaction as Evan’s balls flounced against my pussy lips. He was breathing hard as he took hold of my hips and really started banging away, driving every inch of his length into my cunt’s keen grasp. I sank to my elbows and rocked back at him with all the passion I possessed. I felt infused with boundless sexual energy, like I could go on fucking Evan in every possible way for hours on end. He leaned over me, reached around and filled his hands with my breasts while he kept sawing his cock in and out of my cunt. His thrusts were deeper in this position, and more intense his whole approach felt more primal. Before I knew it I found myself rocketing toward another climax, this one the most titanic of the evening. “Oh, yes,” I sobbed as Evan pounded me from behind, sending me to delirious heights.

Evan’s endurance was amazing, but he, too, finally reached the brink. I was still experiencing the aftershocks of my own orgasm when he squeezed the globes of my rump and gave a sharp cry. Deep inside my pussy, I felt gobs of cream explode from his pulsing cock. He squeezed my hips and jacked against me over and over, a slave to the spasms of pleasure.

At last we collapsed and lay prostrate on the couch together, enjoying the closeness and the echoes of our thunderous fuck session in silence. I felt young and alive. I was back in the game.