Straight Male / 38
This happened while I was working on my Masters degree. I rented the bottom apartment of this split level duplex. The lady that lived upstairs was in her mid thirties and she was an administrator at the Methodist church. She was always well dressed, hair and nails and stuff while as college folk I was always in jeans and sport shirts. One day she asked me if I could help her unclog her kitchen sink. I was never good at any of that and I really didn't know what to do other than pour Drano down the sink. After a while she told me I was useless and she would have to call her father to come over and do it.
The only thing that came out of that was that we were now on speaking terms. She asked me to come to dinner, she intended to make a roast and she wanted me to come. She said she didn't drink but if I wanted to I should bring some beer or wine so I took a couple of cans of beer with me when I went upstairs. She set the table, china and everything.
After dinner, after she had cleaned up she used the line about taking her shoes off and getting comfortable and she wanted to hear more about my childhood days and all my girlfriends. Sitting on the couch across from me with her legs tucked up under her dress she asked question after question about my prom dates and whether I had gotten fresh with the girl or if the girl had been the one to get fresh with me. I skipped around but admitted that we had gone to a friend's house whose parents were away for that weekend and we had gotten fresh together. She got down on the floor up beside the chair I was sitting in and she asked me to tell her what my dates breasts looked like, what I felt when I had taken her panties off, what I felt when I first inserted my penis in her. If I thought it was her first time.
She told me that girls felt different when a penis split them open, to believe her that the feeling of a penis going in was something a girl never forgot, especially when they were young like that and it was her first time. Crazy how scared they were and crazy how much they wanted to get it over with. She went on to tell me about her first time when she was a junior in high school with this guy she had a crush on and how when he was done with her he was more scared than she was. I knew that feeling, that is how I had felt that night after prom.
Without me noticing she had pulled her self up closer and she moved her hand up my thigh and put her hand over my penis. She said it had been a long time since she had broken up with her husband and she assured me that she wasn't an old church lady, she wanted us to be close friends. On her knees now, she undid my belt buckle and undid the button on my jeans and pulled my zipper down slowly and took my penis out in her hand and laid her mouth on me and she sucked me with a hunger I had never felt before. She spoke as she sucked and kissed and licked, I was hard in a second and she kept her small hand around my penis telling me that she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.
She said she wanted to get so wet that she might as well have peed herself, not to fuck her and not ruin it by losing control of myself, to make her wait until she was screaming for it. She worked to get my shoes off and pull off my pants and underwear and was wild on my penis, she took off her panties under her dress and gave them to me to feel how wet she was. She asked to be fucked, but to fuck her but not cum, to save it for later, just fuck her a little, she crawled over to the couch and hugged a cushion after throwing her dress over her back and asked to be fucked slowly, make her feel every little bit of it. I was going to fast, that was the trouble, she wanted it to go in slowly and come out slowly, very slowly so she could feel it all and then she stood up and said no more, that was enough, no more pussy for me just tits.
She got completely undressed and kneeled again on the floor in front of me and cupped her breasts and told me I could suck on each one for one minute, no more. While I sucked she reached down to pull on my penis, she told me to take my shirt off, she leaned over and sucked on my nipple. She could feel that I was loosing my erection so she got down and sucked on me some more and said she was going to let me get her but she wanted to feel me get her hard, not to be nice, but I failed the minute I inserted my penis in her I came and came. Maybe it is my imagination but I want to believe that I had never released so much cum before.
I laid back on the floor looking at the ceiling and she sat beside me and told me I was pretty sorry for cumming so soon, she had thought I could go twice as long and that is one of the reasons that girls get frustrated with guys, the tease and tease and then they fuck it all away and leave the girl unsatisfied. She stood up and got over my face with one foot on either side of her head and asked me I could see the cum coming out of her pussy which I couldn't and she claimed it was because I was a sorry guy with not enough to cum and she lowered herself slowly until she was crouching over my face and asked me again if I could see the cum coming out of her hole. She took my head in her hand and let herself fall fully on my face and told me that it was now my turn and to finish what I had started. She did cum, falling forward off my face.
I lived downstairs to her for the two years I was in grad school, and I had dinner with her and I spent myself with her, she claimed it took her a long time to get back to normal after having been left without for five years since her husband had left her for some other woman she didn't want to mention. There was never anything romantic about it, from time to time she would ask me if I had met some young girl I wanted to marry. She confessed to me that when she was younger she wanted the family and stuff but now she was glad she was beyond that, she had found her zen when it came to sex, often and with a guy that can keep up. It wasn't romantic at all but after all these years I remember her more than any other girl I had as a girlfriend before I got married. No matter how many times I have asked my wife to stand over me and lower herself onto my face she has never done it saying it is just gross, why would I want to see that?
The only thing that came out of that was that we were now on speaking terms. She asked me to come to dinner, she intended to make a roast and she wanted me to come. She said she didn't drink but if I wanted to I should bring some beer or wine so I took a couple of cans of beer with me when I went upstairs. She set the table, china and everything.
After dinner, after she had cleaned up she used the line about taking her shoes off and getting comfortable and she wanted to hear more about my childhood days and all my girlfriends. Sitting on the couch across from me with her legs tucked up under her dress she asked question after question about my prom dates and whether I had gotten fresh with the girl or if the girl had been the one to get fresh with me. I skipped around but admitted that we had gone to a friend's house whose parents were away for that weekend and we had gotten fresh together. She got down on the floor up beside the chair I was sitting in and she asked me to tell her what my dates breasts looked like, what I felt when I had taken her panties off, what I felt when I first inserted my penis in her. If I thought it was her first time.
She told me that girls felt different when a penis split them open, to believe her that the feeling of a penis going in was something a girl never forgot, especially when they were young like that and it was her first time. Crazy how scared they were and crazy how much they wanted to get it over with. She went on to tell me about her first time when she was a junior in high school with this guy she had a crush on and how when he was done with her he was more scared than she was. I knew that feeling, that is how I had felt that night after prom.
Without me noticing she had pulled her self up closer and she moved her hand up my thigh and put her hand over my penis. She said it had been a long time since she had broken up with her husband and she assured me that she wasn't an old church lady, she wanted us to be close friends. On her knees now, she undid my belt buckle and undid the button on my jeans and pulled my zipper down slowly and took my penis out in her hand and laid her mouth on me and she sucked me with a hunger I had never felt before. She spoke as she sucked and kissed and licked, I was hard in a second and she kept her small hand around my penis telling me that she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.
She said she wanted to get so wet that she might as well have peed herself, not to fuck her and not ruin it by losing control of myself, to make her wait until she was screaming for it. She worked to get my shoes off and pull off my pants and underwear and was wild on my penis, she took off her panties under her dress and gave them to me to feel how wet she was. She asked to be fucked, but to fuck her but not cum, to save it for later, just fuck her a little, she crawled over to the couch and hugged a cushion after throwing her dress over her back and asked to be fucked slowly, make her feel every little bit of it. I was going to fast, that was the trouble, she wanted it to go in slowly and come out slowly, very slowly so she could feel it all and then she stood up and said no more, that was enough, no more pussy for me just tits.
She got completely undressed and kneeled again on the floor in front of me and cupped her breasts and told me I could suck on each one for one minute, no more. While I sucked she reached down to pull on my penis, she told me to take my shirt off, she leaned over and sucked on my nipple. She could feel that I was loosing my erection so she got down and sucked on me some more and said she was going to let me get her but she wanted to feel me get her hard, not to be nice, but I failed the minute I inserted my penis in her I came and came. Maybe it is my imagination but I want to believe that I had never released so much cum before.
I laid back on the floor looking at the ceiling and she sat beside me and told me I was pretty sorry for cumming so soon, she had thought I could go twice as long and that is one of the reasons that girls get frustrated with guys, the tease and tease and then they fuck it all away and leave the girl unsatisfied. She stood up and got over my face with one foot on either side of her head and asked me I could see the cum coming out of her pussy which I couldn't and she claimed it was because I was a sorry guy with not enough to cum and she lowered herself slowly until she was crouching over my face and asked me again if I could see the cum coming out of her hole. She took my head in her hand and let herself fall fully on my face and told me that it was now my turn and to finish what I had started. She did cum, falling forward off my face.
I lived downstairs to her for the two years I was in grad school, and I had dinner with her and I spent myself with her, she claimed it took her a long time to get back to normal after having been left without for five years since her husband had left her for some other woman she didn't want to mention. There was never anything romantic about it, from time to time she would ask me if I had met some young girl I wanted to marry. She confessed to me that when she was younger she wanted the family and stuff but now she was glad she was beyond that, she had found her zen when it came to sex, often and with a guy that can keep up. It wasn't romantic at all but after all these years I remember her more than any other girl I had as a girlfriend before I got married. No matter how many times I have asked my wife to stand over me and lower herself onto my face she has never done it saying it is just gross, why would I want to see that?
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