Jordin (fm:older women/men, 12086 words)

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She stood up, back still to the camera, with her arms outstretched, a fan in each hand. The fans snapped shut, her arms dropped, her shoulders shrugged and the robe dropped to the floor. She stood there naked for a long moment, with one leg straight up and down and the other out to the side a bit, as if to give me a chance to appreciate what she was offering. I was at a table in a public place so I hit "pause" and looked around to make sure that no one else could see this. My back was to a wall and there was only one other person at my table, a petite freshman, I guessed, with a face framed by tight curly hair and sporting large glasses with small plastic frames. Sexy in a nerdy kind of way.

I returned to the video and studied the woman's body before hitting play again. Broad shoulders and a small waist with well toned arms. Clearly, she sunbathed in the nude, because, while I couldn't see her tits, her ass was a uniform golden brown. If you're going to sunbathe without bottoms, why would you bother with a top?

There was something about her body that suggested that she was older. Not old mind you, but older than me. Don't get me wrong, she was, without question, smoking hot. But while fit, her body had a softness about it - a flair to the hips, maybe the barest bit of sag to the cheeks, a thin cushion that softened the hard edges of her youth. I resumed the video.

The fans snapped open again and she spun around, the fans covering tits and pussy before the camera saw anything. Large tits though. The fans were just able to cover the nipples, but couldn't quite reach the side boob. And, while they didn't sag, there was a little droop, confirming my impression of age. Still, totally fuckable. If I could figure out who this woman was.

The fan over her tits dropped and she was clearly excited by what she was doing, her nipples standing erect, surrounded by two inch areolas. The fan at her waist snapped closed, revealing a completely shaved pussy. Her lower lip dropped as her hand guided the closed fan between her legs rubbing her clit. She dropped the other fan and her hand grabbed a tit, pinching a nipple between two fingers. Her hips moved back as she increased pressure against her clit and then she stopped, putting a finger to her painted lips as if a thought just occurred to her.

She dropped the fan and seductively walked to the head of the bed, using a corner post to swing through the curve. Her hand disappeared behind the pillow and came out holding a long, thick, clear dildo with an anatomically accurate head. She started sucking it as she walked back to the foot of the bed. She sat there, with her legs spread wide, her cunt lips puffy with excitement, as she continued to suck the dildo, taking more and more of it into her mouth until I could see her throat swell to accommodate it. Speaking of swelling, I noticed that my pants were getting uncomfortable as I had swelling of my own going on. I groaned, quietly I thought, but I saw my tablemate shoot me a glance, curiosity written on her face.

On the video, the woman leaned back, trailing the tip of the dildo down her body until it was at the entrance to her pussy. She ran it up and down the slit, paying special attention to her clit, before lifting a foot onto the bed, looking directly into the camera, and slowly sliding the fake cock into her cunt. Her mouth dropped open and, if I had had the volume up, I'm sure she was moaning from the size of the thing. She fell back on the bed and lifted her other leg, reaching around the outside of her leg to fuck herself as her other hand started in on her clit.

She arched her back and her legs fell open even further as she moved the dildo back and forth. I'm pretty sure she was making happy noises at this point. That's the moment that I saw it. What the fuck?! I paused the video and zoomed in. That doesn't even make sense! But there it was. While it was paused I looked around the frame and realized that I recognized that room and my dick became blue steel. The bed with four posts, a headboard without a footboard - just a beam stretching between the posts at the foot - which is how she was able to sit on the end of it. I resumed the video, the woman rolling over onto her knees and fucking herself like she was being taken from behind, realizing that room was in my best friend Brian's house. Brian didn't have a sister, older or otherwise, so as the woman came and craned her neck to the side to look directly into the camera past her thigh, I could recognize through the makeup and wig Brian's mother Jordin.

Fuck me Friday! I thought, and started to collect my things. I had to go.

"Shhh!" said my tablemate.

"Did I say that out loud," I said, surprised at her scolding. "Sorry."

She was clearly irritated, but then I saw her eyes drop and widen behind her lenses. She wrote on a scrap of paper and slid it over to me with another glance at my crotch and a small smile, "I'm busy Friday, but free on Saturday. Text me."

I hesitated a moment before I picked it up. She was cute and the nerdy ones can be wild.

****

Jordin was shaking her head, still angry with me, "That woman could be anyone. What were you thinking?! My husband could be home."

"But he's not," I said, "he's back east with Brian. And that woman is you. I have proof."

I walked away from her deeper into the house. She had no choice but to follow me, "What proof?! And where do you think you're going?"

While I walked, I rewound the video to a point where there was a clear view of the bed.

"Brian's room is down there," I said pointing, "Every time I came over here this door was closed, as it is now."

"Of course," she said over crossed arms, "it's our bedroom and private."

"Of course," I agreed. "Except one day we needed something out of Brian's room, I don't even remember what now, and this door was open," I turned the knob and pushed the door, "like this. Now, that bed doesn't hang from the ceiling by chains, but it is distinctive." I held the phone up so she could see the bed in the video against the real thing in the background. "It's this bed. The question I don't have an answer for is: Why?"

She looked back and forth between the phone and reality and her body seemed to get small. She put her hands in her pockets and walked into the room and sat on the end of the bed where earlier-today?--she had fucked herself with a dildo. I sat down to her right as she just sat there, deep in thought, maybe trying to figure a way out of the trap she had set for herself. I gave her time, noting the tripod set up in front of the closet. For the phone, I guessed.

"Sorry about the slap," she finally said, quietly. "You surprised me. You weren't supposed to figure out who it was this quickly. If at all. I had no idea you'd seen this bed. I thought the makeup was enough."

"It's okay," I said, rubbing my cheek, "I forgot that you play tennis. Nice forehand, by the way, but I think I might get a chance to slap something myself in a bit." I don't know if she knew it, but I was looking at her ass when I said this. "And the makeup was enough to begin with, but the bed was just the clincher. I had figured out it was you before I recognized the bed."

She looked up, stunned. "What?! How?"

I put my hands behind me on the bed and leaned back, "Do you remember the day I met you?"

"Vaguely," she said. "You were-what? Fifteen years old? In the pool, right?"

I nodded, "Yep. Brian and I had just met and he invited me over for a swim. You came out to see if we needed anything. I was at the edge of the pool and I turned around to look up. To say you were wearing three triangles held together by twine would be generous. That suit really didn't leave much to the imagination. I got instantly hard, like I am now by the way. I couldn't get out of the pool, or even away from the wall while you were out there so you wouldn't see the tent I was pitching in my trunks. Did you notice?"

Jordin's face turned red, but I did see her glance at my now twenty-one year old crotch, "No. You were just a kid." She sighed and shrugged, "I guess I looked pretty good back in the day, but I'm old now."

I gave her thigh a stroke, "Not that old, and you still have some serious MILF action going on. But that's not the point. You remember Marilyn Monroe, right?"

Her brows stitched together, "Sure, but I don't get ...."

"What do you think of?"

"Blond, fifties movie star, fucked JFK, died young," she ticked off.

"There's a theory that those last two are connected," I said, "but that's not it. You've had it your entire life and you might not have ever seen it or maybe you've just forgotten about it." I moved the video to a point where she was fucking herself with her legs spread wide. I paused it and zoomed in. "Marilyn had a beauty mark on her cheek that drew the eye naturally to her beautiful lips." I held the phone out to her and said, "I first saw it that day I first met you and could never get it out of my mind. I cannot begin to tell you how many times I've jerked off thinking about it and you." I pointed to the screen, "You have a beauty mark that naturally draws the eyes to your equally beautiful pussy." I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, under the hem of her shorts to where I remembered the beauty mark being and pressed, "Right here."

She brushed my hand away, "You're right. I had forgotten."

"So," I pressed, "why? Why now and why me?"

If she had appeared to get smaller when she walked into the room, she positively shrank now and her face reddened again, "I can't tell y-" And her phone rang. She dug her phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen, "Shit!" She held the phone up, showing me the screen which read "Hubby." She pointed to a chair and said, "Sit there and don't say a word!" She crossed her legs and held a finger to her lips. Then she put a smile on her lips and answered the phone, putting it on speaker, "Hi babe, how's it going? Is Brian all settled in?"

"Not quite, but getting there," her husband answered. "What are you doing? Am I on speaker?"

"Yeah," she said, "I just got out of the shower and I'm putting on my nightgown for later. But I'm torn. Did you get my video?"

Oh crap! She sent that to her husband?!

"I did," he said. Was there a hint of lasciviousness in his voice? "What was up with the kabuki makeup?"

"Just trying something different," she said. "Going for an exotic feel. Did it work?"

"Oh yes," he said. Yep, no mistaking that tone.

"Did it make you hard?"

"It made me cum," he answered.

"But did it make you hard?"

Silence on the other end. Finally, "What are you torn about?"

She fixed me with her gaze, "Do I put on my nightgown or do I play with my toy some more?" More silence from the other end, "I mean, what does that say about me if I slide that plastic cock in and out of my pussy more than once a day?"

"Jordin," he said quietly, "I know you want a more intimate relationship, but you know I can't."

"I know Edward, but I have needs," she said with a touch of sadness. "I want flesh and blood. Yours, preferably, but something."

"What are you saying?"

Her eyes had never left me throughout this entire conversation, but now they did as she said, "Perhaps I should take a lover."

Absolutely yes, I thought.

The silence on the other end of the call stretched out to a full minute. In my mind's eye I could imagine the poor guy, sitting on the edge of the bed in some anonymous hotel room, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to make sense of what his wife had just said. That didn't mean that, given the chance, I wasn't going to fuck the hell out of his wife. Jordin patiently waited for him to respond, her eyes returning to me with - what was that, a hint of shame behind them?.

"I mean," Edward started, "of course, I want you to be happy, Jordi. I'm just afraid of you finding someone and leaving me. I don't think I could take that."

"That would never happen," Jordin assured him. "I love you. I am in love with you. Anything I did would strictly be sex. Nothing else. There would never be love there." Somehow, I felt that last was directed at me as much as him.

A resigned sigh came over the speaker, "If you do, I don't want to know the details. Please, do me the courtesy of not picking anyone I work with or anyone we hang out with. Probably don't use any of those online sites. I know for a fact that Charlie is on at least three of them."

"Really," She said, genuinely surprised. Then she suggested helpfully, "Maybe one of Brian's friends. Some young stud that could ride me hard and put me away wet." She raised her eyebrows at me and I nodded emphatically.

Her husband chuckled, "Make sure Brian doesn't find out. That could be lethal for whoever you picked." True that, I realized.

"I would be discreet. If not that, then maybe a hotel bar, I don't know."

More silence from both of them and then he said, "Whatever you decide, dear. Just, be careful and don't get pregnant."

Jordin smirked at that, for reasons I didn't understand, and said, "I love you Eddie. I'll see you when you get back. Be safe."

"I'm going to go have a drink," he said. "Love you too," and disconnected.

Jordin sat there looking at the phone in her hand. Without looking up she said, "Edward is considerably older than I am. About four years ago he developed a serious heart condition. He probably shouldn't have that drink but I sort of dropped a bomb on him. He hasn't been able to get an erection in three years. I can make him cum, but not get hard. Medication is out because of his heart, which means that I haven't had sex, except with that toy you've seen, in three years." She raised her head and stood, tears streaming from her eyes, "Now you know why," and walked out the door.

I was stunned by what I had heard and surprised when she left, so she was about halfway down the hall by the time I got out the door. I thought that she may be going for a drink of her own, but instead went to the front door and opened it. She wouldn't make eye contact with me when she said, "I'm sorry to have wasted your time Mathew. You can go."

"What," I said, "why?"

Now she looked at me, anger of shame on her face. In a condescending voice she said, "Oooh, the poor, lonely little housewife that can't make her husband hard." She slashed the air with her hand, "I won't be a pity fuck!"

I shook my head in disbelief. How could this woman not know how desirable she was?! I was sort of in the same position I was when I got here. Again I closed the door, backed her against the wall, cradled her head in my hands and kissed her with passion. She began to protest again but this time I held firm. I opened my mouth a bit to trap her lower lip between mine. She stopped pushing against my chest and began to respond, her mouth opening to accept my tongue and her hands rising to my neck. I allowed mine to explore her body, cupping her perfect tits, feeling the hard little nubs underneath the material of her blouse. My hands moved to her back and slid down to that ass I couldn't wait to see. Despite the tone of the conversation between Jordin and her husband - or maybe because of it - I was still rock hard and when my hands got to her hips, I pulled her hard against my cock. I held her there, grinding my hips against her. Did she part her legs a little? I couldn't tell but didn't really care, our tongues were dueling like a pair of swashbuckling pirates and my hands were mashing her incredible butt. I broke the kiss and moved to the junction of her neck and shoulder before taking her earlobe between my lips. "Do you feel that," I quietly growled into her ear while I ground against her.

"Yes," she replied just as quietly.

"Does anything about that feel like pity?"

"No."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No." She was starting to breathe hard, but she was still unsure about my sincerity, "But why would you want to be with me? I'm twice your age. More. What are you doing?"

I was pulling her blouse out of her shorts and undoing the buttons, "I've seen these in a bikini, I've seen these in that video, now I want to see them in person." Her blouse fell off her shoulders and I was happy to see that she hadn't bothered with a bra. I stood back to admire the view, supporting one in each hand, noting that my assessment of her sunbathing habits was correct. They were heavy and she gasped when I sucked a tanned nipple into my mouth, a hand pulling my head against her chest. She gasped again when my hand cupped her cunt through the crotch of her shorts. The gasp turned into a moan and her pelvis rocked back and forth. Not a lot, but enough for me to notice as I sucked on her fantastic tits.

I let her off the wall and took her hand, "Should we go back to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable?"

She held me back, "Not there. Not yet. The living room couch?"

"How about the pool, where all my fantasies about you began," I suggested as we walked. "I wasn't kidding about jacking off to thoughts about you. And then there's the bed."

"What do you mean," as we passed through the kitchen.

"Well, think about it," I said. "You were already the star of my stroke sessions with that body of yours and that beauty mark, then there's that bed with those posts and my seventeen year old imagination, at the time. I really wanted to get you on there with some velvet ropes. Mrs. Kelly, I don't care if you're twice my age. I've wanted to fuck you from the day I met you."

We got to the couch and she sat down, "But there must be plenty of girls your age -"

"Oh, there are," I said. "In fact, I may have something Saturday night. But tonight is all about you. Can I show you what I mean?"

"Yes. And, by the way, since I'm sitting here with no top, you can probably call me Jordin."

Since I was still standing it was nothing to lower my fly and free my aching cock. Jordin's eyes went wide as she took it in. Eight inches in length, thick but not too, the head roughly the same size as the shaft - currently crimson in color - with a slight upturn along its length. An old girlfriend described it as an "instantly approachable introduction into the world of deep throat as it just slides down your throat almost of its own volition." I didn't care, I was getting my dick sucked.

"That looks painful. Did you bring condoms for that thing?"

"It is painful," I agreed. "You sent me that video at four-thirty or so and I've been like this ever since. In a little bit, it will be eight-thirty and I will have to consult a physician unless you do something about it." She smiled and raised a hand tentatively, but lowered it again. "I did bring condoms, by the way, but they won't do us any good. When I cum, it's a lot. I use them with other women, but I make sure they're on some other form of B.C. Like the pill. I assume you're not on the pill, or anything else since your husband told you not to get pregnant so I'll just have to pull out. Or..."

"Or what," she asked innocently.

"Or how do you feel about the taste of cum?"

"I've swallowed my share," she allowed. "I don't hate it." She was staring at my cock, never taking her eyes off it, "I'm sorry. It's been at least twenty-five years since I've seen one of those in the flesh that wasn't Edward's. I'm not sure where to start."

"Anywhere you want," I said. "It's yours to play with like your dildo. You can squeeze it, you can stroke it, you can lead me around by it, you can suck it, or you can fuck it in any hole you want. You can do anything you want with it as long as you don't make it bleed." I held up a finger and wagged it at her face, "So no teeth. If I were going to suggest an order of activities, I'd suggest that you suck me off until I cum in your throat. I'm ready to explode now so it won't take long." I unbuckled my belt and popped the button on my jeans, letting them pool around my ankles. I reached down and lifted her hand, placing it at the base of my cock. She slowly began to stroke its length. I'd wanted her to do that for so long, I can't even begin to describe how it felt. I can say, though, that I just about let go right then. I cleared my throat so I could form words, "After I'm done cumming, I'll eat your pussy until your cum is dripping off my chin. After that I should be ready to go again and I'll fuck you until you are satisfied. Then I'll keep fucking you until you beg me to stop. Then, when you can't talk anymore, I'll pull out of your cunt and fuck your throat until I fill your belly with my cum. How does that sound?"

Her hand was moving along my shaft with more confidence and she said, "Mmm, the idea is making me wet right now. But I don't like that word."

"What word?"

"The 'C' word."

"It's a part of your body," I said, "not a name for you. Like cock, dick, prick, pole or penis. Besides, my dick loves it. You didn't feel it?"

"Feel what," she asked, releasing me.

"Watch the tip," I said. She focused intently on the tip of my cock. I wanted to just swing my hips forward so the head would split her lips, but instead I said, "Cunt," and the head bounced.

She looked up at me with a skeptical look on her face, "You made it do that."

"No, I didn't," I said. I put her palm flat against my belly, just above my pole. I flexed my abdomen and my dick bounced, "That's what you think I'm doing, right?" She nodded. "Okay, don't move your hand. Cunt." Her eyes went wide and she pulled her hand away as the head bounced. "Now, you say it."

She put her hand back where it had been and, watching the tip closely, said, "Cunt," and giggled girlishly when it bounced again. I mean, it's obviously a party trick. My prick doesn't have a brain or ears, so it's clearly something my ears and brain were causing that I'm not consciously aware of. But it made a forty-something woman who doesn't use the word 'cunt' giggle girlishly, and use the word "cunt", so I'm not about to scrutinize the mechanics too much. Especially when that woman closes her hand around me again and holds my cock like a microphone as she slowly strokes it. "I still don't like the word," she said, speaking to my phallus - I was not part of the equation for the moment, "but my cunt is going to love you. Oh! I felt it!" She leaned forward and - praise Jesus! - kissed the tip.

Then she kissed it again. Longer this time, her tongue driving me crazy as it swirled around my opening, tasting my precum. My hand rested on her head, my fingers tangled in her hair, wanting to pull her on to my shaft, but being patient, wondering what she would do next. When she slipped the head between her lips and closed them behind the ridge at the back of my glans, I couldn't help but moan, "Oh God, please..." And, just like that, she figured out where to start, sliding her mouth halfway down my length, until I felt the back of her mouth. She was playing with her tits as her mouth moved back and forth on me but I wasn't entering her throat and I groaned, "Come on, now. I saw you do better than that with your toy and I'm not as thick. I want to feel your throat."

"You're a lot harder than that thing, it's actually pretty pliable," she said and patted the couch. "Why don't you take off your shoes and pants and sit down so I can get a better angle?"

I don't need to be asked twice. In a second, all my clothes were in a pile at the end of the couch and my bare ass cheeks were on the cold off-white leather. My cock stood straight up as Jordin arranged herself on her knees to my left side, grabbed me at the base and lowered her mouth down onto my shaft. This was already better as I felt the head pass the back of her mouth and start to enter her throat. Not all the way yet, but further than before. I groaned again as she backed off and plunged again, further still. I grabbed a hanging tit and massaged it as encouragement. She responded by raising her head and plunging back down, this time taking all of me. As a reward for her success, I moved my hand and slid it up the back of her leg, under her shorts to where her pussy was. She hadn't bothered with panties either and I slipped a finger into a, oh my, very wet cunt. She moaned deeply, with my cock buried in her throat, the vibrations setting off every nerve in my body. She started pumping my cock with her mouth and I matched her rhythm with my fingers - yeah, I added a second one. Her shorts were loose enough. She was taking all of me every time her head descended and her juices were showing through the fabric of her shorts. "God, your cunt is so tight," I said and she squealed around my shaft, which told me that she'd felt it move in her throat when I said the magic word. That squeal was all I could take though and I felt my dick pulse. I felt my balls tighten and the pulse became a throb. I put my hand on the back of her head to hold her in place, and said, "I'm gonna cum. It's going to be a lot and if you don't take it, this couch is going to get messy. It's your call, but are you ready?"

Without raising her head she hummed, "Mmm hmm," around my cock and I erupted. I couldn't help it, my hips lifted, driving me deeper into her throat as the first of many shots coated her tonsils. I felt her throat working as she swallowed each jet, which just made me cum more. As I appeared to slow, she began bobbing her head thinking, I guess, that I was done and she would finish milking my balls dry. To my horror, she took me out of her mouth to say, "Oh my Gawd! You weren't kid-" "Still cumming!!" "--Oh," and her head jerked back as another stream shot out of the tip of my angry cock. She took me back into her mouth and swallowed the rest as she bobbed her head on my shaft. Finally, my cock started to soften and she was able to release it. "Shot me in the eye you fucker," she said, laughing. She looked at me and, sure enough, her left eye was closed and a glob of cum was hanging from it. She used a finger to wipe it away and sucked that finger clean.

I felt my cock twitch, "Uh oh."

She'd felt it too since she still had it in her hand and said, "Shit," before covering me with her mouth again for my last hoorah. I fell back, pressing the heels of my hands into my eye sockets as the orgasm left my body. "You done now?"

"I think so, yeah." I brought the fingers that had been in her pussy to my lips and licked them clean. "Your cunt tastes fantastic!" I threw an arm over my eyes and just lay there, catching my breath.

I heard her rearranging herself and she said, "Boy, you weren't kidding. That was a lot of cum! You're right, a condom would be useless."

I peaked from under my arm and saw that she had leaned back against the arm of the couch, her natural breasts falling to either side of her chest. She had one leg dangling off the couch and the other bent with her foot tucked under the dangler. Her shorts bagged around her leg and I could just make out the beauty mark before everything was lost to shadows. Well that has to change, I thought as I began to move. I started by kissing her thighs as my hands busily worked the button at her waistband. I could smell her musk through the fabric of her crotch and I bit it softly as I pulled the zipper down. I looked up at her eyes as I hooked my fingers over the top edge of her shorts and began to pull them over her hips. She had the nail of her right index finger trapped between her teeth and her nipples stood at full attention. She sighed and let her head fall back when I kissed the skin exposed by the opened zipper and lifted her ass so I could get her shorts off. She was now as naked as I was, a feast for both my eyes and, soon, my mouth. I slipped a finger into her cunt and took a moment to soak in this magnificent woman displayed in front of me.

My finger made her moan softly and I ran my other hand up her body to cover a tit, pinching a nipple between two of my fingers. Even though her belly was soft, beneath the mature layer was undeniable muscle. I brought my hand down to her thigh and pushed it open, noting the muscle tone there as well.

I felt my cock twitch, indicating a Lazarus moment of sorts. By the time I was done tasting everything Jordin had to offer, I knew I would be ready to give her cunt what it so desperately needed. I moved up between her legs and covered her body with mine, the feel of her naked skin electric against me, lifting her head and kissing her deeply. There was no pretense now and her mouth instantly opened to accept my tongue. She moaned into my mouth as I added another finger to her pussy and she spread her legs further. Then I began my slow journey down her glorious body, feeling the pulse in her neck with my lips, sucking both nipples and kissing the undersides of both orbs before moving to the middle of her chest and planting small kisses down the centerline of her torso, dipping my tongue into her navel along the way. I hadn't stopped stroking her with my fingers this whole time and I could smell her cunt as I moved south of her belly button. Now I removed my fingers and looked up at her. She was looking at me with blatant hunger in her eyes as I lifted my fingers to my lips and licked them clean again. Then I used both hands to spread her thighs and roll them back.

I slid my hand over her beauty mark, tantalizingly close to her cunt; mere inches away. She was watching me intently as I leaned down and kissed her beauty mark. Next I moved just to the right and she gasped as I pulled one of her pussy lips into my mouth, flicking the edge with my tongue. I locked eyes with her as I extended my tongue and plunged it into her honey pot. When I took the nub of her clit between my lips and sucked, she gripped the cushions of the couch and moaned, "Ahhhh, yessssss!" She fell back and surrendered to my ministrations, her hips rocking against my face as I tasted the juices that flowed from her core. I knew that her need was great and that she was getting close. It would take just one more thing to send her over the edge, but would that be? She squealed and exploded when I left her cunt and rimmed her rosebud. She cried out and her body began to shake. I kept rimming her ass and because of my position, I discovered that she was a squirter, a little fountain shooting out of her pussy. I moved back to her cunt and licked her clit and lips as her climax continued. She grabbed my ears, guiding my mouth to where she wanted it as the orgasm continued to course through her body. Riding through the cum of my fantasy woman made me hard again.

Jordin finally went limp when the tide had passed. Her chest heaved and her head hung over the arm of the couch, her legs splayed invitingly. I couldn't help it. I raised up and positioned the head of my once again hard cock at the entrance to her pussy, "How long did you say it's been since you've had a cock in your cunt?"

She didn't raise her head but just breathed, "Three yeeaaaarsss...!" The second word was stretched out because I chose that moment to plunge into her to the hilt. Her head shot up, surprise in her eyes, "Oh my god! Yes! Fuck me!" The sound of the last two words was low and urgent.

But I didn't move. I just held still, my eyes closed, impaling her on my shaft, my hands on her hips, pulling her tight against me, feeling the walls of her cunt shaping themselves to my cock like a wet leather sheath on a blade. "Give me a second," I said, in awe, "I've been dreaming of this moment since the day I met you. Christ you're tight!" I opened my eyes and looked at hers and then down to where my shaft was buried in her bald pussy. I pulled back and my shaft was glistening from her juices, "You are so wet!" I plunged home again and started fucking Jordin in earnest, my hips swinging freely. I'd fuck her as deep as I could go for about a dozen strokes and then fuck her with just the tip for a few before diving back in all the way again. Every time I filled her cunt she would gasp and moan and her legs fell open a little wider. I bent forward to kiss her and she moaned in my mouth while our tongues explored. I could feel her hand between us, playing with her swollen clit, so I moved down to her tits, making a little separation between our bodies to give her room to work. Her body began to twitch, telling me that she was close, so I moved back to her lips, trapping her hand between us, grinding my pelvis against her body instead of pumping in and out. The result sent her over the edge. She screamed in my mouth as she came, her legs wrapping around me as her hips bucked against me and I felt the flood of her orgasm coat my balls. After the first wave I started swinging my hips again and fucked her through every subsequent ripple until she finally collapsed and went limp. I kept fucking her for a minute but then pulled out and dove into her honey pot with my tongue again, sucking on her sensitized clit until she bucked again and I got a fresh dose of juice. She tasted so sweet!

She pushed me away, "I can't take it. It's too much!" She kept her hand on my chest pushing me back against the arm on my end of the couch. She knelt between my legs, grabbed my cock at the base and sucked her cum off of me. So no problem with the taste of her own pussy, I thought. I wonder how she would feel about another pussy? I don't know why that popped into my head, but it did. I watched her suck my cock for a bit and, it was nice, but I really wanted to fuck this fabulous woman some more.

I rose up, one knee on the couch and one foot on the floor. She looked up at me with curiosity on her face. I gestured for her to turn around, "On your knees, like in the video." She matched me, one knee on the couch and one foot on the floor, but facing away from me. She looked at me expectantly over her right shoulder but I put a hand between her shoulder blades and pressed down, the other hand keeping her hips where they were, mashing her tits into the cushion beneath her. Only then did I line myself up and slide into her fuck hole. She groaned as I slowly filled her up. And then, the race was on. I fucked her as hard as I could. Not that I was being selfish and thinking only of my own pleasure. The whole time she was moaning in a small singsong kind of voice, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh God yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck that cunt, I'm cumming, still cumming, harder, harder, God I'm cumming...." Sort of a fuckfest play by play. So I did my best to give her what she needed. Her words were barely audible over the slapping of my hips against her ass I was fucking her so hard. Looking down between us I could see that her inner thighs were wet, so I guessed that she was still cumming was true. My hands gripped her hips to hold her in place and could tell with my thrusts that there was firm tennis player muscle underneath, what I'm going to call, a thin cushion of maturity. I was fascinated watching her flesh ripple every time I slammed my cock home. Her moans were getting more frequent, with fewer actual words, and took on a deeper tone. I figured Jordin was getting ready to be overwhelmed by a tsunami instead just skipping along the tops of the mini cums she was at the moment. And that was the moment that I saw her cute little rosebud. What would happen, I wondered, if something were to enter that? Not my cock, of course. I didn't know if she was into anal and I was frankly having too fucking much fun fucking her cunt to take the chance of her stopping me. I sucked on my thumb to make it wet. Maybe not my cock but... I never slowed down as I pushed my thumb past her sphincter to the first knuckle. Then a little more pressure got me to the second.

Jodin squealed and was up on stiff arms in an instant, looking back at me with shock in her eyes, her jaw hanging open in horror, "What are you do....OH!" Her arms buckled and I felt her pussy start to pulse around my cock as the wave broke over her. I stopped moving and let her rock back and forth on my dick and thumb, fucking herself, using my other hand to support her as it seemed that her legs were going to give out as well. I watched the play of her back muscles beneath her skin as they tensed and released, her hands clawing at the couch cushion like she wanted to tear it to pieces. If I'm being honest, I welcomed the rest as sweat dripped off the end of my nose and chin. My exercise of choice was swimming, and I can go a good long time, but I'm not a competitive swimmer and typically do a couple of easy laps between every five hard laps. I felt like I was approaching twenty hard laps. When Jordin slowed down her rocking on my shaft, I took up the load again, wanting to make sure that this woman was well fucked throughout her climax. It might kill me, but I'd die happy.

I pulled my thumb out of her ass and grabbed her hips so I could really pound her and noticed that her asshole didn't close up right away. I don't know if she does anal, I mused, or if she thinks she even wants, but I think her body does. The thought of fucking this amazing woman's ass made my balls suck up and I knew that I didn't have much longer unless I took a break. Jordin apparently had the same thought, or maybe she felt my cock swell, but she pulled off and flipped onto her back, throwing an arm across her eyes. I sat back on the couch, breathing hard, my cock standing straight up like a flagpole.

"I don't do that," she said quietly.

"Do what?"

"You stuck your thumb up my ass," she said. "I don't do that."

I shrugged, though she didn't see it because of her arm, "Made you cum. Hard."

She dropped her arm and looked at me, "Hard! I've never cum that hard. I thought I was going to be paralyzed."

"How adventurous are you," I asked, running my hand up and down her cum soaked inner thighs, spreading the juice, "I'd be more than willing -"

"Not that adventurous," she said, cutting me off. "Not tonight anyway. My...cunt's far too hungry to share." She giggled, pointing at my cock, "It moved when I said it." She leaned forward, kneeling next to me, and started stroking it. "Maybe another night, if we do this again, but I've never had a cock...up there. So I don't know."

I shrugged again, guiding her mouth to my dick, "It doesn't matter. For what it's worth, you came hard and when I took my thumb out you didn't close up right away. I think your body might want it but you just need to convince yourself." I guided her mouth up and down my shaft, getting closer and closer to my release. "Think about it. And, not for nothing, we'll do this any time you want to. Until you get bored with me, anyway."

"Mmm hmmm," she hummed around my pole, the vibrations just about setting me off. I started to pant and my hips started to rock, fucking her face as she sucked. Her head slid down my shaft as my cock went up into her throat. God, that felt good. I would have been more than happy to just let her suck me off until I filled her belly with my cum again, but she stopped goddamnit! At least she kept stroking me as she swung a leg over me. "It's my turn to fuck you."

I watched her pussy swallow the head of my cock and then my shaft until she bottomed out with her clit grinding against my pelvic bone. She rotated her hips a little which moved my cock around inside her. "God, that feels so good," she groaned. She leaned forward, putting her hands on my chest, her tits dangling in front of me as her ass began to raise and lower. "You fill me so much," she whispered in my ear.

I wanted to do nothing more than to keep fucking this incredible woman but I suddenly realized that I had thirty seconds left. A minute at the outside. "Jordin, I'm gonna cum. You need to get off." To my horror, she planted me deep inside her cunt and locked her legs under mine, wrapping her arms around me at the same time. I was trapped with my release rapidly approaching and absolutely nothing I could do about it. "Jordin? What are you doing? I'm going to cum!"

"Don't worry about it," she whispered in my ear, "trust me, I'll explain later . Just enjoy it and fuck me back. I can feel you getting bigger inside me. That's it. Fuck me with that beautiful cock. Oh, you naughty boy! Are you trying to punish me with that finger in my ass? I can't wait to feel cum filling my cunt. Omigod! I think I'm gonna cum again! Give it to me! Give it to me now!"

"Jordin," I cried as terror filled my mind, my cock throbbed and began to pulse. I tried to push her off and hold back the inevitable, but it was no use. My first shot splashed onto her cervix. I felt her cunt clamp down on my cock as she came. Another shot coated the inside of her chamber and another and then she climbed off of me and took me into her throat as I continued to spew. Because of her position, I couldn't see her throat work but I knew she was having to swallow a lot of my cream. My whole body jerked with each pulse of my cock, burying it deeper in her throat with each shot. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass and her twitching pussy, knowing that I had cum in her and terror stricken that she would get pregnant. Finally, I was spent and she looked up at me with cum hanging from her smile. I wished I could have been as happy, "Jordin, what have you done? You could get pregnant! What were you thinking?"

She sat back against the arm of the couch with her legs spread casually, wiping cum off her lips and licking her fingers clean. A little cum oozed from her swollen pussy lips. She lowered her hand and massaged it, making her ass jerk as she smeared my cream around the area, reminding me of the line we'd crossed. She even made sure to push some back up inside of it. She pointed to a faint line that ran horizontally across her lower belly. If she was wearing a bikini it wouldn't be visible. Hell, she was pointing it out to me and I could barely see it. "That's a C-section scar from when Brian was born. Late in my pregnancy I developed a condition." She paused and looked away. She stood and padded, naked to the kitchen, went to a cupboard and pulled out a wine glass which she filled halfway from a bottle sitting on the counter. She took a sip and looked at me over the rim, "Would you like something? A beer maybe?"

"Do you drink beer," I asked.

"On occasion," she said, "but not often. I prefer wine."

"If we're going to be discreet," I ventured, "I should probably drink what you're drinking."

She raised her glass in a toast, "Clever." She got down another glass and poured me a measure. She walked back and handed it to me before sitting back down. She tucked a leg under the other and leaned against the back. She looked so damn sexy. God help me, even though I'd just filled her pussy and throat with cum, and I felt my cock twitch.

"So, I developed a condition," she continued. "It has a name, but I hate it. I won't say it. Basically, Brian nearly killed me. His blood and mine don't match and he was essentially poisoning me. It was so bad that, for the last month and a half of my pregnancy, I was bedridden. Two weeks before my due date, I took a turn and the doctor put it out there. Either we take Brian now, or I die." She looked away again and shook her head. She wiped her eyes before she continued, "Anyway, because I was married to Edward and this...condition happened once, it could happen again, maybe earlier, maybe more leathally. Everybody, including myself, agreed that it was probably better that I not take the risk again and so while I was open to bring Brian into the world, the doctor tied my tubes."

I sipped my wine, absorbing what she had said, "So...."

"So, I can't get pregnant," she said definitively. "That whole 'don't get pregnant' thing was really a 'you're not so perfect either, babe' dig. Such bullshit! Like the two compare!"

"So," I said again, "you knew that we were safe the whole time and didn't say anything?!"

She smiled wickedly, "The look on your face when you realized that you couldn't avoid cumming in my cunt was priceless." She laughed softly, "That really is amazing. It moved again when I said cunt. I would have thought it would have been exhausted."

"Oh no," I said, looking down at my less than soft dick, "It intends to fuck you some more. Maybe in your ass to punish you for that little stunt you pulled."

She narrowed her eyes, thinking about it, "You might be right, I might not be as opposed to it as I thought, but not tonight. My pussy is too hungry and hasn't been satisfied yet."

That made my cock twitch again. I took another sip of wine while letting one hand slide up her sticky thigh to play with her clit. "Did you know that this would happen when you sent me that video?"

"No!" she said with a nervous laugh. "You were never supposed to figure it out! Any of Brian's other friends never would have. I'm pretty strict about that door - I have no idea why it was open that time - and I haven't stood over any of them in the pool wearing a bikini, that I can remember. I do remember that time with you. It just didn't make the same impression on me as it did on you, sorry." She looked at me with a mixture of wonder and resignation on her face, "What do you think the chances were of me picking you to send that video to?"

That raised another question for me, "How did you get my email anyway? I don't think I ever gave it to you."

She sighed and took another sip of her wine, "I knew I was going to make a video for Ed. It wasn't the first one I'd made for him, trying to get his plumbing to work, and I was getting a little bored with it. He was at work and Brian was here packing to go back east. We were in the kitchen having some lunch and he was on his phone. At some point he had to use the bathroom and left his phone on the table." Another, longer sip, "I noticed that his phone was still open and a thought entered my head that made my pussy warm: What if I sent the video to someone else?

"I knew I didn't have much time, so I picked up his phone and opened his email. Yours was the first name I recognized and your email address is pretty simple. I didn't know you'd seen the bed or my...beauty mark, or that you were obsessed with it. When Brian came back, his phone was on its home screen and right where he left it."

I moved closer, switching hands on her clit so I could strum it harder when I kissed her. I broke the kiss and her head fell back with her eyes closed, enjoying my massage, "So, you came in the video, did you play with yourself and cum again after you hit 'send'?"

"Mm hm," she confirmed. With her eyes still closed she said, "It took me a long time to send it. I kept thinking, What are you doing? What are you doing? But the more I thought about it the hornier I got. The mere thought of some guy, not my husband, stroking himself while watching me...!" She opened her eyes and looked at me, "I actually had that fucking dildo in my pussy, fucking myself, when I pushed the button."

"I got that video in the library." I held up a hand to calm the fear that flashed in her eyes. "Don't worry, nobody but me saw it. I went home after I figured out it was you to try to decide what to do. First thing, I took a cold shower to try to calm down. Didn't work. Then I thought, Fine. I'll video myself jacking off and send it back to you. That's when I realized that you'd blocked your email address. Besides, if I'd finished jacking off, then there would have been cum flying everywhere and not one drop on your lips, in your mouth, on your tits or in your cunt." I kissed and sucked on a nipple for a moment. Jordin's breath was starting to become labored again, "Then I decided to see if maybe you wanted to play with it yourself."

She reached over and wrapped her hand around my wakening cock, "I'm glad you did." She started stroking me and I leaned back to enjoy it, finishing the last of my wine. "You're getting hard again. Oh, the glories of youth." She took the last of her wine into her mouth, but didn't swallow it. Instead, she very carefully leaned over and pressed her lips against the tip of my cock. Then slowly, being careful to maintain the seal, slid her lips down over the head and onto my shaft. I could feel the liquid in her mouth as her head bobbed on my cock. Fortunately, if she had leaked, the wine was white so it wouldn't stain the couch. My cock was, once again, ready for action and I thought she was just going to fuck me again, but instead I felt her swallow and she stood, holding out a hand to me, "I need a shower. Care to join me?"

I stood and tried to take her hand but instead she closed hers around my cock to lead me to the bedroom and, I guessed, the master bath. I followed obediently because I had no other choice. I did, however, say, "I am going to fuck you so hard."

"God, I hope so," she said as she pushed through the door and led me past The Bed and into the bath.

We were both already naked, so we kissed and played with each other while we waited for the water to heat up. We were doing that in the walk-in shower, by the way. The space was big enough to hold four people without anyone getting wet while waiting. Jordin had a hand under the stream while we kissed, her other hand busy stroking me. Then she pulled me under the shower with her and we let the warm water stream over us as our hands explored. I spread body wash on my hands and ran them over her body, paying attention to the parts of her that I was most interested in: her face, her tits, her ass (including a lubed up penetration of her rosebud just to let her know it was still on my mind) and, of course, her pussy and thighs. I also included her pits just to maintain the fiction that this was actually a shower to get clean, instead of just foreplay.

I was standing behind her running my hands up and down her body, mashing her tits, pulling her back against me, running my hands back down to her clit. For her part, Jordin was moaning quietly and using a body wash lubed hand to stroke me. I kissed her neck and held her waist as I pushed between her shoulder blades, bending her over. She gripped the shower valve to steady herself and looked at me over a shoulder as I entered her from behind.

"Oh, God that's good," she moaned as my hips started to swing. I was a bit taller than she was so I had to flex my knees a bit to make the connection. Given everything we'd already done, I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to hold the position. To distract myself from the burning that was starting in my quads, I put a finger in her ass. That made her squeal. When I put a second one in, she glared at me over her shoulder, "You are such a dirty man!"

I noticed that she didn't tell me to take them out though. If anything, she was rocking back against me, making my digits go deeper with every thrust. Her mouth hung open in a soundless scream as I pounded her cunt. Then her grip on the mixing valve tightened and her legs began to shake and I had to use both hands to keep her on my cock as another climax washed over her. She was literally hanging onto the valve for dear life as I continued to slam against her ass cheeks. I could feel her cunt trying to milk my cock, but I was having none of it just yet. I stood her up, spun her around and pinned her against the wall, as I had when I had first gotten here. Only this time, when I deeply kissed her, I lifted her right leg and my cock found its way back into her pussy on its own.

Jordin hadn't stopped cumming and she wrapped her arms around my neck, hanging on me for support. I pounded her relentlessly, feeling my own release building again, but I wanted more. I reached down and lifted her other leg, hoisting her up, cupping both of her ass cheeks with my hands, using the wall of the shower for support. Water poured down her face, her eyes wide open fixed on me. Her grip on my neck relaxed a bit and she slid down the wall, driving my cock deeper into her cunt. I had this vision of her letting go of me entirely and the only thing supporting her being my dick. I thrust into her as best as I could but I was mostly using my hands to raise and lower her on my shaft.

Jordin locked her ankles behind my back and hooked her chin over my right shoulder, whimpering in my ear. I felt myself swelling inside her throbbing cunt until I couldn't hold back anymore and started forcefully feeding her pussy the protein it so desperately craved. After the third geyser, Jordin tried to release me, wanting to suck the rest of my climax down her throat but I held her in place, determined to give her cunt every drop it could hold.

"My pussy can't hold all you have to give," she whispered. "Seems such a waste to let it go down the drain."

"It's okay," I grunted, "I'll make more."

Finally, I began to slow down and I let her slide off of me. She sank to her knees and took my cock into her mouth, milking me with her hand and sucking down what she got. I couldn't help it. I held her head and fucked her face as the last of my cum coated her tongue.

A little more body wash and we stepped out of the shower and began toweling each other off. "Your pussy wouldn't hold my cum," I said, with a laugh, "is that why you sucked me off on the couch after I started cumming in you?"

"Mm hm," she agreed, paying particular attention to my cock with that damn terry cloth towel. If she kept that up, I was going to have to fuck her again, "I'm already going to have to sanitize that couch. If I'd let you keep cumming in me, I'd have to take a blowtorch to it!"

"If you keep doing that," I said in a deep voice, "I'm going to throw you on that bed."

"As fun as that sounds," she said, moving the towel to my shoulders, "I think we need to be done for tonight. I can't afford to have a neighbor see you leave at six in the morning."

"Discretion, after all," I said. "I'm optimistic, though, that 'for tonight' sounds like there might be another night."

"You're half my age," she said, repeating an earlier argument. "God, does that make me a cougar?!"

"It might," I allowed, "but so what?! My cock loves your cunt. I'm not going to lie, it's gonna love other cunts too. But it definitely wants another taste of yours. And so do I."

"My cunt loves your cock too," she said demurely. "You are the only person I will ever use that word with and it wants another taste too. I'll send you a pic when Ed is out of town if I'm feeling the need. Given what happened tonight, I probably will be. If you're available, come over."

We headed out of the bedroom to collect our clothes. Mine were by the couch and she was right; it was going to need some serious TLC. Her shorts were there, but I remembered her blouse ending up on the floor by the door. She had her shorts in her hand and was looking around. "By the door," I said.

She nodded and went to retrieve it while I got dressed. When she came back I took her in my arms and kissed her. "How adventurous are you?"

She leaned back, surprised at the question, "How do you mean?"

"Well," I said carefully as we headed to the door, me fully dressed, her still buck-assed naked; why bother, "you have a lot of time in the sack to make up for. I'm just wondering if there's anything you've ever fantasized about that you might want to try. You know, if we could keep it quiet."

"I hadn't ever given it any thought," she said, also carefully. "Hitting 'send' on that video to you was the most daring thing I've ever done." She smiled ruefully, "And look what that got me. Why do you ask?"

I shrugged, "It's just that you seemed to enjoy it when I played with your ass. I'm seriously wondering if you'd like anal. Or maybe DP, but that would mean bringing in another guy. I don't know how that would work. We could start with me in your cunt or ass and a dildo in the other hole. To see if you like it.

"And then, you had no problem sucking my dick after it had been inside you so you don't seem to have a problem with the taste of pussy. Maybe another woman. Just possibilities I'm throwing out there, things to think about. But absolutely no pressure!"

She had her arms crossed looking at the floor, "You might be right about my ass, I don't know. The other two? I doubt it, but if the opportunity presents itself somehow...who knows? I'm impressed by the thought you've put into corrupting my morals, though."

"LIke I said, no pressure," I said, "just food for thought. Maybe play with your dildo while you remember what we did tonight and explore the possibilities." She opened the door and a cool breeze moved her hair and hardened her nipples. "Oh, they're cold," I said and bent over to warm them up with my lips.

Jordin groaned and pulled my head against her breast, but then pushed me away, pointing out the door and saying, "Go! Before I give in to temptation and regret exploring possibilities."

I gave her a peck on the lips and stepped out the door, "I'll be looking forward to that pic!"

"You are such a bad influence," she said, laughing at the same time, and closed the door.

I'm a bad influence, I mused as I walked back to my car. A check of my phone showed it was approaching one in the morning, so it was safe to assume that I wouldn't be seen by anyone. When I got back to my car, I reached into my pocket for my keys and pulled out a slip of paper with them. I stopped under a street light and unfolded it. Kelly, it read, followed by a phone number. My mind went back to my cute little tablemate in the library. Tight curls leaning toward red in color, large round glasses, a nicely shaped mouth with full lips and what had looked to be a nice petite little body, but it was hard to tell exactly with her sitting at the table. Were her eyes green? I'd need another look, but it was too late to text her now and Jordin had worn me out for the night. Kelly was busy Friday - today - anyway, so I'd wait until Saturday morning to see if she was serious. Like I said, the nerdy ones could be wild.

Still no pic from Jordin calling me back. Damn!

To be continued...

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Pete writes Mon 18 Nov 2024 15:43:

looking forward to part 2

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Sashi writes Sat 16 Nov 2024 15:33:

Awesome yarn, enjoyed the progression. Looking forward to seeing what is next!

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