Further Adventures With Older Ladies
Copyright© 2022 by Zak
Chapter 61
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 61 - 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
Becky sucked me clean. All the time, she was fondling my balls. I just lay back and enjoyed the sensations. It didn’t take long for my dick to react and regain its ardour.
Becky wasted no time. She straddled me, reached behind herself, took my erection in her hand, and rubbed the crown of my cock up and down her wet pussy. Then she positioned my bell end on her pussy and pushed back onto my length. She let out a low moan as my dick slid into her tunnel of love.
“Fuck, you feel so good in there,” she moaned, bottoming out as her ass cheeks hit my thighs.
She was still for a few seconds, but soon she was slowly lifting and dropping, riding my throbbing cock.
“Fuck, that feels so good!” she gasped.
I slipped my hands onto her hips, my eyes were glued to her titties.
She picked up the pace, lifting her ass and slamming back down. Each thrust took me deeper inside her; her pussy was gripping my shaft like a vice. Each time she bottomed out onto my cock, she let out a little moan or groan. The smile on her face, in her eyes, told me she was loving having my young cock to ride.
‘Ohhh shit, yes! That feels so deep,’ she moaned. Up and down she bounced. My eyes were mesmerised by her nipples as they danced on her chest.
“You like looking at my tits bouncing around, don’t you?” she whispered filthily, grabbing them and squeezing.
“You love watching them, don’t you? I bet you’ve jerked off thinking about fucking Sue with her big tits!” Becky giggled.
She leaned forward, her tits smothering my face again as she rode me harder. I latched onto one of her nipples and suckled on it greedily.
In and out my cock slid, in and out of her wet cunt, in and out deeper and harder.
I could feel her pussy pulsating around my throbbing shaft.
“Oh fuck ... you are going to make me cum again!” Becky purred and pushed herself up into a more vertical position. She was riding me, fucking me, shagging me.
I felt my own sap rising, and I knew there was no way I was going to be able to hold back.
I gripped her hips tighter, guiding her rhythm, thrusting up to meet her.
“Yes ... Yes ... make me cum, Zak, make me cum!” she growled.
I was ramming my cock deeper and harder into her pussy. Deeper and harder.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack thwack, thwack thwack, thwack thwack, thwack thwack, thwack thwack, thwack thwack, thwack thwack, thwack thwack, thwack thwack, thwack thwack, thwack.
“I am going to cum ... make me cum, Zak, please don’t stop!” she growled.
I just kept fucking her, I could feel my balls tingling, and I knew I would not be able to hold back.
“Oh My god yes ... yes ... yes...!” Becky chanted. Then she stopped, she closed her eyes, and the smile on her face told me all I needed to know. Her climax smashed into her, and she groaned as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her.
I felt her pussy clamping onto my shaft, and that sent me over the edge. My balls emptied themselves with six explosions of cum, cum that sprayed deep into Becky’s tunnel of love.
I fucked Becky again before she had a shower. I made her a coffee and lay on the bed and watched her getting dressed.
Then, when she was ready, I took her out into the garden and out through the side gate.
Before she left, we had a snog, and she made it more than obvious she would be up for another session.
I took the sheets off my bed, put them through a wash, and opened the bedroom windows. The place stunk of sex. I had a shower, then made a cheese butty, and took it into the garden. I soon had the sheets on the line; it was a sunny, breezy evening, and I knew they wouldn’t take long to dry.
I ate my tea and thought about my mom’s call. It was all happening now. Having been accepted for the training course, I just had to make sure I passed it.
Then the events with Becky filled my head, and I smiled to myself. She had been a great shag. Don’t get me wrong, she was not in Sue’s league, but she was still a great shag.
I felt my cock stir in my boxers. I was thinking about a wank when the front doorbell rang.
Saved by the bell. It was one of the renters; her stable door was jammed open. I walked over to her block, and as soon as I saw it, I knew the hinge was fucked. It took me an hour to get the hinge off and replace it. It was a hard job with only one set of hands.
Once that was done, I got the strimmer out and did some strimming. I liked strimming; it was a job you could do without much thought. It was around seven o’clock when I put the strimmer away. I had a walk around to check all was ship shape, and did some litter picking.
Then I headed into the house. The sheets were dry, so I made the bed, then had a shower and made a coffee.
Sue got home around nine-ish, with lots of shopping bags and a smile on her face. I made her a coffee, and she sat down and told me all about her trip to the show and the shopping. She had had a great time, and I was happy for her. She asked me about my day. I told her about the stuck stable door and strimming.
Then it occurred to me I had not told her my good news about being accepted for the Royal Navy training course. She was really happy for me.
We sat up late and chatted about the future, about life and about us. There was no sex that night. Sue glanced at the clock and yawned.
“Jeez, look at the time!”
It was nearly two o’clock. I got us glasses of water, and we headed up to bed like an old married couple.
I woke up the following morning in an empty bed. As I headed into the toilet, I smelled the bacon cooking in the kitchen. I used the toilet and had a shower. Once I was dried and dressed, I headed downstairs.
Sue was cooking a full English. She was in her favourite pink PJs, and she was looking as sexy as fuck.
“Good morning!” she smiled.
“Morning, gorgeous!” I said and pressed myself against her, my hands on her hips, and I kissed her neck.
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