She suppressed the moan that came out of her as I felt her go rigid as she began to come. I could feel her stomach and the insides of her thighs quivering as she climaxed on my fingers, at the same time, the muscles inside her molten-like clit gripped my fingers tightly. I felt a spray of warm juices against my hand as I rubbed my fingertips slower, but firmly, over the oily tissues high up inside her. She came for a long time, breathing raggedly but doing her best to remain composed as she sat there at the table, in the party and front of other people, with my fingers working so hard to bring her as much pleasure as they could.
Finally, she quickly shot her hand beneath the table and gripped my hand, forcing me to stop. It was obvious from the look in her eyes that she'd enjoyed what had happened, but she was just too sensitive right now."Are you okay, Mom?" my mother said. "You look a little flushed.""Me? I'm okay my dear," my grandmother replied, waving her hand in front of her. I sat there taking my fingers out of her,"It's just a bit hot in here, and I guess I've had a bit too much champagne. Just feeling a little dizzy there for a second." She continued"Are you sure you're all right ma?" my mother continued, a look of concern on her face. "Do you want to go outside and get some fresh air?""No, that's okay, Maybe I'll just go back to the room now. It's been a long day and I'm a bit tired. You'll find out when you're my age how much you would like spending as much time as you can in bed.""Sure, I get it. Jake, why don't you help Grandma up to your room if she's feeling dizzy?""Sure, Mom" I said and stood up from the table, discreetly taking one of the cloth napkins and nonchalantly wiping off my sticky hand, in the bid of making sure my mother didn't catch a glimpse of Grandma's juices that covered it all the way to my wrist."Once your grandmother's settled into bed, if you want to come back, maybe you can spend some time visiting with your cousins.""Uh that's okay, Mom. I'm pretty tired too. I think I'll call it a night as well." I said hating the thought of having to talk with my cousins.None of us were that close and I hated the idea of talking with them."Well, all right then. Call us tomorrow when you're ready to go for breakfast. Have a good night, you two.""Oh, I'm sure we will," Grandma said as I took her hand and led her out of the room.We were both breathing heavily as we waited for the elevator, glancing about us as if everyone who looked our way knew exactly what had just happened. The elevator doors dinged opened and we stepped inside. I was happy to see that we had the elevator all to ourselves as I pushed the button for our floor. As soon as the doors closed, Grandma was all over me, pushing me up against the wall as she kissed me. We both moaned as we shared a hot and passionate kiss. I've kissed a number of girls before, and some of them were quite good, quite skillful, but they were nothing compared to the way Grandma was kissing me. As our tongues rolled together and our lips pressed against each other's, her kiss had a certain longing, a certain pure sexual hunger to it that I'd never experienced before, and it was wonderful. Perhaps it was all because she had been a widow for a long while now, I could not tell.She drew back for a second and I saw the lust in her vivid blue eyes as she looked into mine, and then she was kissing me again, her breasts and stomach pressed against my front, her hand sliding down between us as she sought out my dick.The elevator dinged as we arrived at our floor. She had her room key out of her purse and ready to go by the time we got there and we were inside within seconds locking the door behind us.As I turned she pressed herself against me once more, pushing me up against the wall as she turned her face up to mine. Her beautiful mouth was open and inviting, her red lips wet and begging. I lowered my mouth to hers as I took her head in my hands, my tongue rolling over hers as I kissed her long and hard.She moaned and whimpered against me as I felt the warmth of her body against mine, that lush mature body that I'd dreamed of for years. Her hand slid down my front, grabbing the lapels of my suit jacket and pulling it off me. I yanked at my tie and loosened it as Grandma tossed my jacket aside and then ran her hands down the front of my body. Her eyes followed her hands as they settled on my groin, her slender fingers exploring the bulge that was threatening to tear through my pants."I've wanted this for so long," Grandma muttered under her breath as she dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands quickly moving to my belt.If only she knew how I had always fantasied about her too, I thought. I looked down into the deep dark line of her cleavage, she had my belt undone and my zipper down in seconds. With a firm yank, she had my pants pooled around my ankles on the floor."Wow...so big," she purred as she ran her hands over my white fitted boxers, the outline of my turgid cock casting dark shadows as my prick angled up towards my hip.I watched, totally in awe, as she leaned in close and rubbed her face against my underwear, her eyes closed in as she pressed herself against my throbbing dick. I looked down to see a damp stain where precum had seeped into my shorts at the tip, and Grandma found the exact same spot. Mesmerized, I watched her extend her tongue and press the flat of it against the wet material, licking and sucking at the same time as she drew some of my cock-sap through the fabric and into her mouth. It was just about the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and my cock gave another twitch and throb of appreciation.My cock opened and thrust skyward, a glistening web of precum swinging from the tip and hitting her square in the face. My tip throbbed and twitched as it pointed to the sky, stiff as an iron doll and swaying with each heartbeat.."Wow, it's so big. I love it!" she gasped out hungrily which left me feeling even hornier.It was the first time my dick was being appreciated unlike before when the girls I had dated always ran from it because of it's size.She wrapped her thin fingers around my dick, her fingers never closed. She then pulled it down towards her, the blood boiling in my body making it difficult for her to pull the thrust away from the upright position. Grandma forced it down and leaned in closer, closing her eyes as she rubbed the drooling tip against her cheek, a nasty slug of hip juice glistening on her skin as she moved it all over her face. She then pressed the throbbing shaft against her soft mature skin with some pleasure, giving it kisses as her fingers caressed it lovingly.She gave off a soft gagging moan as her eyes closed and she slowly moved her head from side to side, her tongue bathing the head of my cock with her hot saliva. I felt my dick give another pulse. I heard her make a swallowing sound, and that was followed by another little whimper.She pressed forward, her lips making their way further down my throbbing shaft. Oh man, it felt incredible. My grandmother's mouth was so hot, and so wet, it felt like my cock was being greased up in a sheath of warm melted butter.Not wanting to disappoint her in any way, I firmly gripped her head and gently pulled forward. I felt her lips move further down my cock, her tongue rolling along the underside of the throbbing shaft as she took a few more thick inches deep into her mouth. At the same time, I felt her whimper in pleasure, letting me know she was loving what she was doing. With her mouth crammed full of cock, she slowly drew back, sucking at the same time. She stopped with the flared knob trapped within her mouth, and then started bobbing up and down on the turgid shaft, noisily sucking and slobbering away at my throbbing dick."Oh fuck, Grandma," I gasped as I threw my head back against the wall and closed my eyes in rapture as I surrendered to her talented mouth. I guided her head with my hands, as she seemed to want, but she was sucking my cock like she was starving and it was the last thing on earth. She was sighing and whimpering constantly, hungrily sucking and slurping as she slaved away at my thrusting erection. I felt her hands return to my midsection, and glanced down to see her red-painted fingernails scratching teasingly around the base of my cock, her sharp nails leaving little red traces on my skin. The feeling was incredibly arousing, an extra sensation I'd never felt before but loved instantly. I'd been so turned on by everything that had happened that I already knew I wasn't going to last long. She twisted her head in a motion known to her on the next downward suck and, between that and the tingling sensation of her fingernails on my flesh was all it took."GRANDMA...I...I...I'M GONNA COME!" I warned as I felt the first rush of semen speed up the shaft of my dick. I had the feeling that Grandma wanted me to come in her mouth, wanted me to feed her my thick milky seed, give her every last morsel of my cum for her take deep into her welcoming bellyShe let out a grateful whimper as I felt the first rope of come seep deep into her mouth. The sensations flowing through me were so intense that I thought my knees might give out. I pressed myself back against the wall and gripped my grandmother's head firmly as I totally unloaded, flooding her mouth with loads of cum and she just kept enthusiastically sucking, her lips driving up and down on my spewing cock as I kept ejaculating. She made that same swallowing sound a second time, and then a third. I had never come that much in my life and I felt myself trembling all over as I just kept shooting off. "Jake," Grandma said a minute or so later as she got to her feet and moved in against me, her pretty face turned up to mine. "You came so much. I loved it."She pressed her lips to mine and kissed me again, her mouth still wet and hot with traces of my cum. I didn't care, I kissed her back eagerly, never wanting to forget this moment, and thinking about what might come next."You're still
I settled in on my stomach between her legs, taking my time as I serviced her pussy with everything I had. I sent my tongue as deep into her as I could, spinning it in slow teasing circles that had her wide hips shifting restlessly. I licked slowly up to the top of her greasy slit, rolling my tongue over the protruding bud, amazed at how big and hot it was. I bathed it with my flowing saliva and she flexed her hips up against me, the two of us working together.The next time I sent my tongue deep inside her, I concentrated on pressing the tip against the soft folds of flesh on the roof of her vagina, just below her clit. She groaned out as she gripped my head tighter and kept me pressed against her, her steaming mound mashed against my face. With the tip of my tongue rubbing over her trigger, I reached up and rolled the tip of one finger over her clit, the sensitive bud feeling like it was on fire. I looked up and went near her and began kissing her lips. As she kept her eyes locked
I never enjoyed a shower as much as the one I shared with Grandma. Running my soapy hands over her body and huge tits had my cock stiffening up in no time. Her slick soapy hands had something to do with that too. She reluctantly pulled my hands away from her, telling me she'd make it worth my while if I remained patient. Was I ever glad I did.Freshly scrubbed and dried off, I returned to the bed and waited for her. I definitely wasn't disappointed when she came out of the bathroom, wearing one of the new outfits she said she'd picked out specifically for me.My jaw dropped as I simply stared at her, her shapely hourglass figure stunningly clad in a brilliant white satin corset, with delicate bits of lace embroidery over the shiny satin. The shapely garment followed the flowing curves of her magnificent body spectacularly. The bottom of the corset kissed her wide flared hips and then nipped in to caress her slender waist before broadening out at her voluminous breasts. The heavily-stru
THE LADY GOLFERHighly Rated Chapter 1Intro: This story is about a developing love affair between Michael, a young engineering manager, and Sandra, a middle-aged conveyancing clerk that he meets on the golf course.The great thing about my shift pattern was that for three weeks every month I was free during the weekdays. This meant I could play golf every day at my local club when most of my contemporaries were at work and the only people on the two eighteen-hole courses that my club boasts were the elderly and retired. Of course there were down sides to shift working too: it played havoc with my social life, such as it was, and the night shifts messed up my sleep cycle; I've never been good at sleeping during the day.My story starts at ten-thirty on a Tuesday morning in early April. The trees and hedges hadn't greened up much yet but there was a promise of renewal and re-growth in the air and the birds were going crazy and singing their heads off. I was standing at the first tee
THE LADY GOLFER Highly Rated Chapter 2I had another mild surprise when Sandra opened the door. She was wearing a close-fitting grey wool dress which hugged her curves nicely. Lower down, her black tights showcased her sculpted calves and slim ankles, accentuated by the two-inch heels she was wearing. In short her figure was as good as I had fantasised about and a warm feeling of possibility and pleasure ebbed through me.But it was further up that the most significant changes were apparent: she was wearing her hair loose, the first time I'd see it so. It cascaded down past her shoulders in an abundant red-brown wave. It wasn't classic red hair, more of a terracotta, but it was strikingly attractive. She was also wearing much more make-up than usual. Mostly she had a bit of lipstick on and that was it. Now I hardly recognised her. Her face was a darker shade than normal and she'd spent a bit of time on her eye shadow and mascara. Bright red lipstick and a string of pearls around her
She called me into the dining room just after eight o'clock. The table was gleaming cherry wood and was set with silver cutlery and white napkins; three candelabra provided intimate illumination. I was famished, which was just as well because Sandra Roberts wasn't the world's greatest cook. It didn't help that she'd tried to go beyond her ability. But on the whole it was edible and I answered her anxious queries with assurances that it was excellent. Oddly, this failing only served to make me feel a deeper warmth for her.She wouldn't let me help clear away and tidy up so it was back to the television and listening to the background clatter as she rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. Eventually the kitchen and hall lights were switched off and she came into the lounge with the last of the Chablis. Then she went round turning off all the occasional lamps except for one next to the floral-patterned two-seater settee where I was sitting. By this time I was in a state of some cons
I added my forefinger and felt her muscles contract against me as I slid both digits in, to the knuckle, curling them to stimulate her G spot. Sandra raised her hips to meet my exploratory fingers and groaned louder. I started sliding my fingers in and out, slowly and deeply, using longer and longer strokes until I was brushing her clitoris and she was writhing and moaning. Towards the end I used my two fingertips to masturbate her and she came in a shuddering climax which crashed through her as I held her in my arms, leaving her limp and damp with sweat.We lay still for some minutes as the sunset glow faded, echoing Sandra's passion. 'Are you ok?' I asked, eventually. Her face was a dark blob in the gloom against the white of the pillows.'Oh, Michael, that was wonderful. I wanted to slow you down but I couldn't, it was just so... so intense!''Do you still want to...?' I asked softly.'Of course!'I rolled away from her and took off my Y-fronts; the crotch was soaked with my semina
It was a perfect mid-summer day. After breakfast we drove a few miles into the Wolds and changed into walking boots. The paths and byways across the English countryside were dry and almost empty of people. We stopped to kiss under the shade of mighty oaks and walked hand in hand where the path was wide enough.'Does it feel funny to you? Us, I mean,' she said as we took a break to have some coffee, sitting in the grass of a meadow.'You mean our age difference?''Mostly, yes.''I don't actually know how old you are.''No,' she laughed. 'You were very gentlemanly when it was my birthday. You never asked.' She paused. 'I'm fifty-one. What about you?''I'll be twenty-nine in September,' I said, surprised. I'd thought she was older.'Only just over twenty-two years between us then. That's less than the French President and his wife.''Or Joan Collins and her husband,' I added.'There you go then.' She suddenly went serious. 'Do you want to have a relationship with me? I mean after last ni