Further Adventures With Older Ladies
Copyright© 2022 by Zak
Chapter 55
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 55 - These are my further adventures with older ladies ( and some not so old). I recommend you read my adventures with old ladies before you read this story.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual True Story Farming Military School Incest Sister Aunt Orgy Interracial White Male White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Teacher/Student Revenge Violence
The following day, I woke up, my bladder telling me I needed to use the toilet, so I headed into the bathroom. By the time I headed back into the bathroom, I found that Sue was up, stripping the bed.
“Morning, Gorgeous!” I said and patted her pyjama-covered arse.
“Hello, handsome, this bed needs stripping”, she smiled. To be fair, there was a lot of lube and cum on the sheets.
I helped her strip the bed, and we remade it before heading down to the kitchen. Sue put the bedsheets in the washing machine while I started making breakfast.
Sue made coffee, and as I plated up bacon and eggs, butties. We talked about the day’s jobs as we ate. Sue had a riding lesson in the afternoon. She told me she had to spend some time doing washing and housework.
I looked at the list of jobs, and one of the biggest jobs was painting the fences around the paddocks. We had the paint, so I decided to get stuck into that.
So after we had washed up, I headed out to the tool shed. I opened the shed and loaded all the gear I needed into the wheelbarrow. I added the little radio as well.
I headed down to the paddocks. I used a wire brush to clean the fence, then began to slap on the paint. It was a quick, easy job because there was no need to worry about being clean and tidy. Every now and then, a horse and rider would wander past me.
I guess I got into the zone as it took a visit from Sue to remind me to stop for lunch. She was amazed at how much I had done. She had allowed three days for the job, but I was sure I would be done faster than that.
I left the barrow and tools by the paddock. I was sure it would be safe. We walked back to the house via the shop. Emily was in there stocking the shelves. We got her some stock from the stores before heading off to eat lunch.
Sue made cheese on toast and a pot of tea as I washed my hands. We ate lunch in the garden. Sue had been busy, with two washing lines full of bedding and clothes blowing in the breeze.
“So how did you feel about last night?” Sue asked.
“It was nice...” I replied.
“I get the feeling there is a but coming up,” Sue giggled, “No pun intended!”
We both laughed.
“It was nice, and it was different, but it’s not something I would want to add to our fun every evening!” I said truthfully.
“I agree, it was good for me and different, but like you, I would not like to do it every day.” She smiled and stroked the back of my hand.
We took out plates and mugs into the kitchen, and I washed up as Sue got ready for her riding lesson.
So that afternoon, I continued painting, and Sue had her riding lesson. We both met back at the house at five o’clock. We both showered and then shared the cooking. Our dinner that evening was chicken pie and chips. After washing up, we took a walk around the stables. There were still some of the renters around.
We stopped at the shop to take Emily’s takings. Then we headed back to the house. Sue said she had a lot of work to do in the study. I offered to do the ironing; Mom had taught me well, and I was eager to keep up with my practice.
So Sue did her admin, and I did the ironing. After two hours, Sue came out of the office, she made a pot of tea and cut us slices of cake. We watched television until we were both yawning, and we headed up to bed. There were no fun and games that night.
I woke up the following morning to the sensation of Sue slowly wanking me off. The smile on her face told me she was feeling frisky.
“I woke up, and your cock was hard. I could not resist it!” She smiled and then dribbled some saliva over my cock’s crown, before slipping her lips over my mushroom-shaped bellend.
As she bobbed her head up and down on my dick, one of her hands cupped my balls.
I just lay back and enjoyed the waves of pleasure that were washing over me. The feeling of a sexy, buxom milf slurping on my cock was fucking amazing.
It didn’t take long before my sap started rising. I felt my balls tingling. There was no point in warning Sue; I knew she loved it when I shot my load into her mouth. She slowed her movements right down. That seemed to intensify the pleasure.
I knew that I would not be able to last much longer. I was moaning and groaning as Sue dragged her lips up and down my throbbing rod.
I felt her drag her nails over my bollocks, and that sent me over the edge. My hips thrust upwards as my balls released their cargo in five or six spurts. As I unloaded into her mouth, I let out a deep sigh. Sue swallowed my seed down and then licked my cock clean.
My dick was still hard, and Sue wasted no time; she slipped up the bed and straddled me. She rubbed my shaft up and down the crack of her arse before lifting up and pressing my bellend into her wet pussy.
As she settled down onto my cock, I let out a groan of satisfaction, and Sue let out a sigh that was full of passion. “Oh fuck, yes!” she moaned, her eyes locking onto mine as she took me fully inside her. She was still for a few seconds. Then she licked her lips before she started to ride me.
Up and down, slow at first, her hips rolling in a sensual grind that made her tits bounce wildly. Her nipples were hard, and my eyes were glued to them.
I gripped her thighs, feeling the warm, soft flesh under my hands, pulling her down harder each time she rose.
“Sue ... you’re so tight, so wet!” I gasped, thrusting up to meet her. She rode me faster now, her pussy slurping wetly around my cock, her thick juices dripping down over my balls.
As she rode me, she cupped her tits, squeezing them together; they were so big and firm. Her nipples were the size of wine bottle corks.
I could feel her pussy pulsating around my shaft. Sue was grunting and growling as she ground her pussy down onto my hard dick.
“Fuck, that feels so good, I’m gonna cum on your cock... “ she growled as her movements got faster and more frantic.
I felt my own climax building up inside me. I was conscious that I was being a bit greedy. I had already cum in her mouth, and now she was riding me to another orgasm.
I slipped two fingers into my mouth, covering them in saliva before applying them to her clit. I was soon massaging her clit, frigging her love button for all I was worth.
It took less than two minutes of massaging her little love bud to take her over the edge. I felt her pussy clamp down onto my shaft as Sue cried out, telling me she was cumming.
I felt her juices flooding my groin. Then I grabbed her hips and started to drive my hips upwards, driving my cock into her tight little pussy. Sue started to grind down onto my cock as I thrust my dick into her.
“My god, that feels so fucking good!” she whimpered as our bodies smashed into each other. It took just a half a dozen more thrusts to take her over the edge again. Her orgasm smashed into her. She let out a deep, animalistic growl and tensed up.
Then her body started shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her. I didn’t stop thrusting into her. I felt my balls release their seed. My hot cum spurting deep into her pussy, flooding her with rope after rope of jizz.
Sue rode out her climax before kissing me hard on the lips and rolling off me.
“Right, I will go and shower while you cook us up some breakfast!” she giggled before heading out to the bathroom with my cum sliding down her thighs.
I got dressed and headed down to the kitchen. A glance out of the window told me it was going to be a great day.
I washed my hands and made a coffee while the grill and frying pan warmed up.
I took a coffee up to the bedroom, and Sue was still in the shower singing to herself.
I went back downstairs and started to cook up a full English. By the time Sue came down, I had two plates full of bacon, sausages, fried eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, black pudding, baked beans, and a rack of toast.
We ate our breakfast and chatted about the job list. Sue had no riding lessons that day, so we could get lots done. She did tell me she was leading an afternoon hack the following day. As soon as she said it, I wondered if Gemma would be free for some fun and games.