She 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 hard. I like that," she said as she ground herself against me, the mischievous twinkle of her eyes once more coming back as she moved from kissing my mouth to nipping at my ear.I watched as she glanced down, eyeing up my rigid cock like it was her favourite new toy, which I hoped it to be.With throbbing hands, she had my tie loosened and shirt off in no time. I kicked off my shoes and socks and stepped out of my pants and underwear left pooled on the floor.I was so turned on that I pulled her against me, pressing her huge breasts against my chest as I kissed her, my tongue rolling against hers as she kissed me back just as intensely. We finally broke the kiss, both of us panting and wanting more.Her pinned-up hair had loosened while she'd been sucking me off, and now she pulled out what was holding it in place and shook it out, with the silly black hair falling in cascading waves about her shoulders. Like she'd done before, she held it up out of the way as I reached up and slowly drew down the hidden zipper on the back of her dress. The raspy metal sound of that zipper coming undone felt like the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard.As the zipper came down, the back of her dress opened up. I took the liberty of pushing the sides down over her arms as she held them away from her body. I went even further and pushed the snug material down over her wide hips, the dress falling to the floor at her feet.I could finally see her magnificent body in all its glory, even if it was just from behind, but the view was just as mesmerizing as I knew the view from the front would be. Her shapely hourglass figure seemed to be emphasized even more without her dress on, my hungry eyes taking in every delicious curve and enticing valley as I let them roam over her lush body. Her body would be the envy of others, regardless of their gender. My grandmother was so gifted that even at her old age, she still had a sexy body that would make me run mad for her sake.My hands began to explore her gorgeous body as we pressed together, my hands moving further up the front of her body from behind, my fingertips coming into contact with her breasts.Oh fuck, I said to myself. They are so fucking huge! I had dreamed about this moment so many times, but it had always been just that; a dream. Now, it was really happening, I was cupping my grandmother's enormous breasts, and that soft whimper of desire told me she loved the feel of my hands on her just as much as I did.She took a step closer as I shifted back onto a stack of pillows and propped myself up on my elbows. With a naughty little grin on her face, she stepped over to the side."Oh fuck..." I gasped out loud as her naked breasts came fully into view as she was by my side, facing front and coming down to meet me.There was no way I could deny that, having thought about a moment like this forever. I tilted my head up as she slid downwards, bringing one massive breast to my mouth. I opened my lips and quickly latched on like a baby, the stiff rubbery nipple feeling huge inside my mouth."Yes, that feels so good. I'm so sensitive there," she said as she pressed herself down further onto my face, her big pillowy breasts mashed from one side of my face to the other. She did that for a few seconds before rising up again, allowing me a chance to breathe. My face was sweaty but I felt wonderful, my cock twitching in the air as I kept worshipping her magnificent breasts, switching from one to the other a couple more times.As anxious as I'd ever been, I scrambled out from under her while she rolled onto her back in the middle of the bed, her head propped up on a stack of pillows. I looked down as her breasts wobbled and settled as she relaxed into the sheets.With a shudder of excitement tripping down my spine, I moved forward between her widely-spread thighs. I could smell her now, the warm feminine scent that had been driving men crazy since time began and in a few moments later, I slowly dragged the flat of my tongue upwards, feeling the warm crevice of her swollen pussy-lips beneath her soaked panties. I sucked at the same time, drawing as much of the warm juice through the fabric and into my mouth as I could. I felt my tongue press against something stiffer at the top of her slit, and paused as I rolled the tip of my tongue around it, knowing I had hit her clitoris"Yes, that's the spot. Thats it" she screamed with ecstacy.I ran my tongue back down along the front of her panties, down the spot I had found that had turned her extremely wet.I reached up and grasped the ribbon-like waistband of her tiny panties in my fingertips and pulled it down, digging my tongue and face into her private part as soon as they fell off without lifting them. I let my tongue do their thing. Moving up and down her clit with all attention and worship, working my way to turn her even higher than how wet she already was.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
'I'm coming,' I gasped, by way of a warning. Sandra fastened on and sucked harder and I shot my spunk into her mouth and throat, a wave of pure pleasure and love enveloping me. Then she surprised me again by licking my cock clean and finally giving me a sticky, salty kiss.We lay together as my cock softened and I stroked her lovely body, a tender thank you for the pleasure she had given me.'You touched my bottom,' she said, suddenly.'You didn't like it?' I asked.'You've never done it before.''No, I didn't know if you liked it.''I don't know,' she said, quietly. 'Look, Michael, I was going to talk to you about it but the right moment never came up.''Talk to me about... about your bottom?' I asked, mystified.'Yes.' She raised herself on one elbow and looked at me. 'Have you done it before? Anal sex, I mean.''Yes,' I admitted, mildly embarrassed.'And did you enjoy it?''Yes.''My ex-husband wanted to do it. And I never let him. Ever. It was about the only time I stood up to him