by Holly Ardent
“I'm dripping just thinking about it. I haven't had sex like this in forever. Just take me, please yourself and I'll get off on that,” Dana said.
I slipped back into her cunt. It was even slicker now between her juices and my cum. I thrust a few times until I was sure my cock was soaked, then pulled out. I shifted down a tiny bit and pushed forward again.
Her ass was tight. I got the head of my cock in and her involuntary reflexes nearly pushed it back out. I thrust it in again and again, letting her push me back out each time. I didn't have any reason for it except that it felt so damned good. Meanwhile Dana was trying to thrust herself back at me while her ass was trying to push me out.
I reached around and grabbed her tits. Holding her in place by them I thrust forward, hard. This time I slipped in deeper. The reflex that had been pushing me back out kept going, but now the muscles were just clenching rhythmically on my cock.
“Damn, that's nice,” I said. “Your ass is massaging my cock.”
“Pound me,” she replied in a strangled voice, “Slam yourself in and out until you cum, please?”
She sounded like it hurt a little, but she hadn't told me to stop. I decided that I wanted her to enjoy what was going on, or at least parts of it, so I took my hands of her tits. I dropped one back down to her pussy and started playing with her clit again.
I drove my cock deep into her ass, then stopped and started rubbing her clit. Her breath came out in a strangled gasp and then she started panting. I took a few more thrusts, ending up with my cock deeper inside of her. Then I stopped again and played with her clit some more.
I kept that pattern up for a few minutes until she'd relaxed some. When her body started tensing up again I was pretty sure that it wasn't from pain this time. I started tugging on her clit gently while thrusting in and out of her ass in a slow rhythm.
Dana's head came back and she moaned, long and low. I grabbed her hair and tugged her head back just a little farther.
“You enjoying yourself now?” I asked.
She nodded, as much as her hair allowed her to.
“God, I haven't had kinky sex in... I don't know how long. I missed it, a lot,” she said.
“Ready for me to cum?”
“Yes, please?”
“You first,” I said.
I sped up, pounding in and out of her ass as quickly as I could. I got rougher with her clit as well, tugging harder and letting go a few times so it snapped back into place before I tugged it out again.
Dana was cumming less than a minute after I got rough with her. I wasn't all that far behind her since her ass clamped down on me even tighter than her pussy had. The friction from forcing myself into her had me cumming about ten thrusts after she started.
When I was done cumming, she was still going, partly because I was still playing with her clit. I let go of it and backed away a step. She nearly collapsed onto the floor, she probably would have if the counter weren't holding her up.
I looked at her, skirt up and ass hanging out. Her tits were smushed against the counter from her weight.
Damn, I need some more of that. But, there's only a couple of minutes left and I'm starting to lose my erection. I wonder if she wants it really kinky? I think I'll find out.
I stepped back to Dana and pulled her away from the counter. I took most of her weight for a moment.
“So, you like it kinky?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Good.”
I lowered her to her knees and grabbed the back of her head. I held my cock with one hand and drew her face towards it with my other.
“Lick and suck me until we run out of time,” I said.
“What?” she asked, distaste showing on her face.
“You said you liked it kinky. Is this too much for you?”
She grimaced, but sucked my cock into her mouth. This time, instead of fucking her mouth, I wanted her to do it all.
I glanced at the clock
“Give me the best blowjob you can,” I said. “And make sure my cock is nice and clean when you're done. You've got four minutes. That leaves us a minute or two to straighten our clothes.”
With my hand on the back of her head, she wasn't going to empty her mouth to answer. Instead she drove my cock all the way into her mouth, her lips squeezing as though she were trying to crush my cock.
Dana lifted her hands and started stroking my balls as she bobbed her head up and down my cock. She paused with it all the way in and slowly drew back, her tongue lashing my cock all the way up. Then she drove me in again and this time when she pulled back she was sucking hard enough that I thought she was going to give my cock a hickey.
I wasn't going to cum again, but I was sure as hell enjoying this. She took a break from special stuff for a moment, just sliding her lips up and down my cock as quickly as she could. Then, when I didn't expect it, I feel her draw her mouth up my cock with her teeth touching the skin of cock just hard enough for me to worry.
It was intense. I shuddered, and I don't know if it was from fear or excitement. At that point, I didn't care either way. It felt good and that was all that mattered. Maybe the fear made it feel better, maybe not. But when she slid her lips back down my cock, her teeth weren't evident. Instead she took her time and her tongue licked the bottom of my cock all the way down.
That seemed to have exhausted all of her tricks. For the remaining minute she simply drove my cock in and out her tightly pursed lips, making sure it was good and wet from her saliva and running her tongue over me, trying to hit every spot of my cock.
With another glance at the clock I called out “Time.” and she drew her mouth off of me. I extended a hand to her and helped her back to her feet. I grabbed another quick feel of her tits as I helped her cover them back up. Then I zipped myself back into my pants.
She was flushed and hadn't said anything since I'd helped her up. That might be because she was panting slightly. I was wondering if she would manage to stop before anyone showed up when she finally spoke.
“That last thing was... incredibly nasty and one of the biggest turn-ons I've ever experienced.”
I smirked.
“You're welcome. I've always wanted to have that done to me so I thought I should jump on the chance.”
She shook her head.
“Well, let me know if there's anything else you've always wanted to try. I just might be amenable to helping you out with that.”
“You can count—”
I was interrupted by the door swinging open and someone walking in to start setting up.
“on it,” I finished with a whisper as I walked past Dana.
* * *
That evening I was sitting in the living room watching TV when my dad walked in.
“Dana told me that you were incredibly helpful to her this afternoon,” he said.
“I just helped her out with what she was after.”
“Well, you did so well enough that she went out of her way to mention it to me.”
“That was kind of her.”
And if she'd told you exactly how I helped, you'd probably have a heart attack, I thought.
“Anyway, she's asked me if you'd be willing to help her and a couple of other women prepare for their meetings on Wednesday. I told her I'd ask, but I didn't think it was something you'd want to do every week.”
“I don't know dad, if they need the help and I'm not doing anything else I might as well.”
I wonder which other women she's talking about? I'd be up to helping Dana the same way a few more times and I know there are quite a few more women around her age that attend those meetings. A little old, but if they're all like her, I'm all over it.
“That's wonderful Jeff. I didn't think you'd be willing to do that. I guess college was good for you, it seems like you're finally growing up.”
“Thank you, I think. Kind of an off-handed compliment isn't it dad?”
“Sorry Jeff, you know I've always thought you were a bit immature.”
Just because I like to enjoy my life? I don't have to be serious every minute to be mature.
Another thought occurred to me.
With the way Dana enjoyed herself, my dad would say that she still wasn't grown up either. I hope the others are just as immature.
I kept my laughter silent as I watched my father walk out of the room.
* * *
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Slamming Sheila
Teaching the Preacher's Boy #2
(Cheating Wife MILF Erotica)
Holly Ardent
First thing in the morning my dad reminded me that I'd promised to help the women's group with their meeting this evening. Like I could forget. After the good time Dana had given me on Sunday, there was no way I'd forget what I thought was an opportunity for more of the same. I didn't do much over the course of the day, but I was still feeling edgy and hyper. We had an early dinner since my parents knew I was volunteering to help out that evening. They even gave me a ride there.
* * *
I hopped out of the van. I'd gotten a ride down to the church building from my mother, who was driving the van the church used to pick up people for Sunday services. All the way down I'd been trying really hard to hold my laughter in.
If my mom knew what I think is about to happen here not only would she not have given me a ride, she'd be home in her bedroom suffering from a case of the vapors.
I went to the back door of the building and let myself in. I could hear people talking over near the kitchen, so I headed that way. When I walked into the kitchen Dana and another woman, Sheila, who I didn't know as well, were there talking and laughing.
Dana broke into a smile when she saw me.
“Hi Jeff.”
“Hello Dana, Hi Sheila, so what did you want me to help with tonight?” I asked.
“I hope you already guessed what I want,” Dana said. “Although it's not for me tonight, I'm still recovering from Sunday.”
She gave me a crooked grin.
“Sheila, on the other hand, has been complaining about a long, long dry spell. When I was telling her about what we did Sunday, she asked if I was going to keep you to myself. I told her that was up to you.”
I glanced over at Sheila. She was a little taller than Dana, with dirty blonde hair and green eyes. She had a hell of a figure, even if it looked like she might be carrying a little extra weight. That was one of the things I loved about older women, especially ones with kids, they tended to have hips and breasts that you couldn't miss. I'd had a couple of girls with the androgynous figures that my friends liked so much and I just couldn't figure out the attraction, especially after having had Dana. Hips to hang onto, tits to play with, and the experience of an older women couldn't be beat by some little girl who, more often than not, had to be coaxed into doing anything more than kissing.
Sheila raised an eyebrow at me.
“So, do I pass inspection?” she asked.
“I haven't inspected you yet, just given you the once over. But I'll me more than happy to do a thorough inspection if that's what you want.”
“Dana warned me about you.”
“Oh really? Don't believe a word of it.”
“That would be a shame, she warned me that you were kinky. I like kinky.”
“In that case, she under-exaggerated,” I said.
Sheila laughed.
“So, what kind of inspection were you thinking of?”
“Oh, you know, the normal. I'd need to check your exterior thoroughly, probably check the fluids by using the dipstick, check the headlights, the rear end. That kind of thing.”
Sheila's smile grew, it looked like she was trying hard not to laugh again.
“And just how long would an inspection like that take?” she asked.
“That depends. I don't like to rush, but I can take as long as you think I'd need. Within reason, of course.”
She nodded.
“Of course. I imagine an hour or two would be reasonable?”
“Definitely. I'm sure I could find that much to inspect on you.”
Sheila glanced over at Dana.
“I think he said yes, what do you think?”
Dana shook her head.
“Sorry,” I said. “I'm trying to be circumspect here. Plus, I've been thinking about getting my own car soon. What can I say, I won't let those thoughts distract me later on.”
“That sounds like a yes to me,” Dana said.
Sheila walked over to me.
“So, I'm not really needed at the meeting, Dana can handle preparing for it. Would you care to look me over Mr. Inspector?”
“I'd love to, let's go to the break room. The couch is comfortable, and large enough for both of us if we fold it out.”
* * *
I flipped the lights on in the break room. It wasn't very large, but it did have a couch and a few other amenities. They'd put it in because there was a lot of volunteer activities going on at the church and sometimes the volunteers just needed to get away from what they were doing for a while.
It had a couch, with a fold out bed, that had been donated to the church. I glanced at Sheila before opening the couch out. She grinned at me when she realized what I was doing.
“Good idea,” she said.
“It isn't exactly comfortable, but it beats the floor or the counters in the kitchen.”
She snickered.
I guess Dana really did tell her everything we did, I thought.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside me. Sheila lowered herself down next to me.
“So, you want to be inspected?” I said.
I reached out a finger and ran it over her lips. They were glossy and slightly moist to the touch. I ran my finger down to the corner of her mouth then trailed it down and back out to her chin. With my finger on her chin, I turned her to face me.
I leaned in to kiss her. She was slightly hesitant at first, then leaned into it, pressing her lips against mine. I grabbed the back of her head and drove my tongue into her mouth. She didn't resist at all, her lips parted to let my tongue in, but once it was in there her tongue went after mine.
We wrestled with our tongues for a while, first in her mouth, then in mine. I finally let go of her head and backed away from the kiss. Her face, normally pale, was slightly flushed.
I reached out to unbutton her blouse.
“This is going to be so much better. I hate working around clothes, it's much more fun to go without them,” I said.
She slid her blouse off when I'd finished unbuttoning it. Her skin was white, creamy, and speckled with freckles in a few spots. I reached around and tried to work her bra clasp. It took me a minute or three, but when I finally unfastened it her breasts slid out, landing on her chest and jiggling a bit as they settled.
She tossed her bra on top of her blouse and I reached for her tits. I started stroking them, running my finger along the soft white skin. I traced my way down to her nipple and teased. My fingertip ran around her areola without touching her actual nipple. I watched in fascination as her areola tightened up, then her nipple followed suit, all without my touching the actual nipple.
Cool, I bet that means she has sensitive nipples. Let's see.
I stroked her nipple with my fingertip and watched it get even larger and harder. Then I put some of Dana's teaching to use.
As I'd been shown I ran my finger along the tip of her nipple in a feather light touch. Then I moved my hand so it was my palm that was brushing gently against the top of her nipple. Sheila's breath hitched slightly which told me I was doing it right and Dana hadn't just been putting me on.
I slid my hand away from her nipple and reached for the other one. It was stiff, but not as large or hard as the first. That one I took between my thumb and forefinger and pinched. I started off with a soft pinch and felt it firm up beneath my fingers, then I increased the pressure. Sheila had another hitch in her breathing, but she didn't stop me or say anything. So I kept pinching
harder.
“Let me know if it gets to be too much,” I said.
She nodded at me, a grin plastered across her face.
She didn't stop me at all, even when her nipple grew white beneath my fingers from the pressure. I stopped myself, not wanting to really hurt her.
When I stopped she looked at my face again.
“Are you just going to sit there?” I asked. “I thought there might be something you'd like to do.”
“I thought you were inspecting me,” she said.
“Let's drop that game. You're attractive, willing, and I'm betting experienced. If I just inspected you, I'm sure there'd be a lot I'd miss out on.”
“Okay, but I can do that if you like.”
“I'd much rather you actually participated as opposed to just sitting there,” I said.
“It was kind of fun, but you're right. Being actively involved is better.”
Her hand reached for the zipper of my pants and I shifted to give her easier access. She lowered the zipper and unfastened my pants before her hand dipped inside. Her fingers touched my cock, stroking it gently. I'd already had an erection, but now it surged, growing larger.
She wrapped her hand around me, squeezing tightly now. Then she started moving her hand up and down while her other hand worked on drawing my pants and underwear down to give her more freedom of movement.
I saw her head start to dip down towards my newly exposed cock and flopped back on the bed, lying down so I could focus on the feel of her lips on my cock. She took it between her lips and started to tease me. Her tongue flicked all over the head of my dick. She use the tip of her tongue to stroke my head wetly before running the tip right up the slit on top of my cock. I shivered from the feeling, it wasn't anything I'd had done before and I wasn't sure if it felt bad, good, or awesome. It sure as hell got a reaction out of me though.
Sheila noticed my shiver and glanced at my face. I saw the grin on her face before she ducked down and drove my cock into her mouth. This time she meant business. She drove me into her mouth as deep as she could, but there were a couple of inches she couldn't get in there. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around those two inches and started jerking me off in time to the rhythm of her head bobbing up and down.