Before I continue with my relationship with Derrick, I would like to clarify some things based on some messages and comments I have gotten about my story and even a comment Derrick made after he read chapter six before I posted it.
First, yes it is a true story, all of it. Some of the dialogs may have changed out of forgetting what was said between us, but that is all. Also, yes I am still in a relationship with Derrick.
Derrick told me that in this chapter and the last chapter, I made him appear as if he was an asshole, with the words and language he used, and did not respect me or women in general. That is not him at all. Derrick is a kind, sweet, and caring young man who has the utmost respect for women. He uses “ma’am”, opens doors for women, rarely curses in front of them in everyday conversations, and treats women, including me, with dignity and respect.
I also may have given the wrong impression of myself. I may have made myself sound like I was some desperate lonely old woman who was a whore to give into whatever a man who was willing to have sex with me wanted to do to me. That is not how I am at all. I was not lonely and desperate for sex before Derrick and I started our affair and certainly not some submissive whore. I was happy with my life.
Maybe Derrick awoke or reminded me of how much I used to enjoy sex, that is true, and I was and am more willing to explore some sexual fantasies with him and explore his. As my story continues, I hope things about our sex life and our sexual desire for each other become clearer.
Some people even commented that Derrick became my “Master” and I am his “submissive” in our relationship. That is not true at all. We have equality in our relationship and he is not my “Master”. There were and as our relationship continues many times I have initiated sex. At times, Derrick could not keep his hands off my body, and at times, I felt the same about his.
Yes, as our affair continued, we played out fantasies we both had where I was much more submissive to him, but that was acting out fantasies and not what our relationship is based on.
I just want to make the readers understand that, even keeping it in mind in later chapters when Derrick and I explored other sexual desires and fantasies we had.
Our relationship is not solely based on sex; yes there is a lot of that, a great deal of sex. We also enjoy cuddling and watching television together or a movie, talking a great deal, playful banter back and forth, and enjoying each other’s company in a non-sexual manner. We have even argued with one another as well.
I was not in love with Derrick and never would be; yes I care for him and had even before we started our sexual relationship. True, having sex with him made our bond closer, but it was not love or romance, it is more than sexual also. Derrick feels the same way. He had been crushing on me, thinking of me sexually, but he did not love me or have romantic feelings for me.
I didn’t want our affair to end because, in just two separate occasions of us having sex, Derrick had awoken in me a desire I thought was dead. Before we first had sex, or heck, even before we kissed for the first time; sex was not even in my top ten on my priority list. Yes, I thought about it on occasion and masturbated about once or twice a month, but it didn’t consume me or even enter my mind much at all.
Now, however, I didn’t want it to stop and my sexual desires came back and they came back with powerful force. Derick being a very good-looking nineteen-year-old boy with a nice body didn’t hurt either. Nor did it hurt that he had a crush on me and had told me that I was a fantasy of his many masturbation sessions. Knowing that he thought of me as he masturbated turned me on and later in our relationship I would ask him what he thought about as he masturbated.
At first, he was embarrassed by it and refused to tell me, but when I enticed him by playing with my pussy and clit in front of him, he broke down and told me. Those fantasies I found erotic and helped him live out as well as he helped me live out some of mine, but that comes later in our story.
I knew our affair would not last forever and honestly, I gave it about six or seven months before he got bored with me and wanted to date a girl his age. I didn’t begrudge him that and even wanted him to meet a girl his age and fall in love and eventually get married and have a family. Derrick is such a sweet, respectful, honest, and good young man with a lot of integrity and he deserved that.
As for me? When our affair ends I would go back to my life just as it was before we started having sex. I was happy, very happy, with my life. While I still think of my husband at times, I had mourned him and now only had great memories of our life together. I would not go out looking for someone to replace Derrick and would not even start dating someone regardless of how often my daughters pressured me to. I would lose interest in sex again and have fond memories of Derrick and our times together. I was too old to start over again, anyway, after Derrick and I would end our sexual relationship.
I had the love of my life for over twenty years and no one can ever replace what my husband and I had together.
Yes, I know one day it will end. It will be inevitable. Either I will end it or he will. Right now, however, we are both enjoying what we are giving each other.
Why did Derrick fuck me so hard and rough that night and why did I allow it and allow him to do things to me I never would have allowed and found disgusting and even not only allowed him to hurt me but enjoyed it? Why did he say vulgar things to me and why did they turn me on? I can’t answer that, seriously I can’t. At least I couldn’t answer those questions that night. As our affair continued it became much clearer to me as to why.
All I knew that night was there was something about that night between us. The first time we had sex it was a surprise for both of us that neither of us planned or thought would happen. But the first time he spent the entire night with me there was a change in the room. It is hard to explain, but it was as if our lusts and desire for one another changed that night. I know that does not make sense or may be hard to understand, but I cannot explain it any better.
I hope this clarifies some questions I have gotten and some of the comments on my story. I have bored you enough so back to the first night I spent with Derrick.
I cuddled up to Derrick after he had fucked me and placed my head on his chest as I ran my hands over it, enjoying the feel of his soft chest hairs. I had pulled the sheet and blanket over my body and Derrick was lying on his back with only half his body covered by the sheet.
I was hoping he was sexually satisfied for the night, but I knew he was not. He was an eighteen-year-old boy and from what I could remember about having sex with an eighteen-year-old they never seemed sexually sated. I was enjoying the cuddling and conversation and enjoying the break of the boy using my body.
The sex fluid the boy had ejaculated from his penis onto my chest and lower back and butt was almost all wiped off by the top sheet.
After a while of talking and cuddling, Derrick ran his hand to my chest and I flinch when his finger gently pinched my nipple. It was still tender from his previous more painful pinching. As Derrick played with my nipple, I lifted my upper body and started kissing him.
As we kissed, I moved to lie on top of my younger lover and Derrick pulled my body up to straddle his chest. The much younger boy put his hands on my butt cheeks and started kissing my breasts and nipples. I moaned out in pleasure and then a louder moan of both pleasure and slight pain when Derrick took one of my nipples between his front teeth and bit down on it. He then held my nipple in his teeth and started to flick his tongue over it while his fingers tweaked my other nipple.
I was running my hands through the boy’s hair, which was slightly damp from sweat, and felt Derrick’s other hand slide between my legs. He started running his fingers up and down my pussy slit but did not penetrate me.
“Ohh, baby, please fuck me again,” I moaned out. “I want to feel you inside me again.”
Yes, my pussy was starting to get sore from the boys’ previous brutal fucking, but I still wanted him inside me one more time before it became much too sore. I ran a hand down between his legs and grabbed his cock, which was erect again. I was not surprised by it being hard. I gripped it gently and started running my hand up and down the shaft.
Derrick took his mouth off my nipple. “Suck my cock for a bit first,” he told me.
I grinned and nodded and eagerly slid my body down his. Yes, I showed my hypocrisy about enjoying the smell and taste of a man’s penis after he had been inside me but feeling embarrassed when he would put his mouth on my pussy after we had sex.
Derrick spread his legs as I moved down between them. I inhaled deeply before I took his cock in my mouth and enjoyed the pungent scent.
If readers have not figured this out yet, I have several fetishes I enjoy. Most I never acted on or just thought maybe I had since I never acted on them but reading about them in erotic stories and books aroused me and others I have acted out on. One of them is a scent fetish. It is not something new I discovered with Derrick as I would eventually discover some I thought may have been a fetish was a fetish I had. I have had this fetish since I became sexually active or maybe even before that.
There is a term for it, olfactophilia, but I refrain from using that term because it includes disgusting smells that I won’t even dignify explaining. What did turn me on was a man’s masculine scent after he had been sweating from the exertion or the smell of our mingled sex on his body and crotch area. His crotch area I found especially pleasing to my sense of smell.
After enjoying the aroma I took Derrick’s cock in my mouth and enjoyed the taste as well. I sucked his cock by taking only a few inches in my mouth and running my tongue over the tip to deep throat him several times and licking his scrotum and even his perineum.
After several moments of giving him a blowjob, I had to have him inside my pussy. I moved my body to lie on top of the boy once again, sat up straight, ran one hand over his chest, and reached behind myself with my other hand. I took his cock in my hand, lifted my body, and guided Derrick’s penis inside my pussy as impaled myself with his hard cock.
It hurt slightly due to the soreness I was already experiencing, but the pleasure was much greater than the pain. Once Derrick was inside me, I sat up and placed my hands on his chest, and started to grind my hips into him. Derrick and I both moaned in pleasure.
“Suck your tits,” the boy told me.
I smiled and took my right breast in my hand, raised it as I lowered my head, and took my nipple in my mouth and sucked my brown, puffy nipple. It felt very pleasant.
“Fuck, that’s so sexy,” Derrick commented as he watched me suck my nipple.
Having a lover watching me touch myself and suck my nipple excited me even though there was that amount of humiliation feeling. Another fetish of mine was having my lover watch me masturbate.
As I rotated my hips and occasionally lifted my body slightly and then back down on his cock, I was sucking my nipples; alternating back and forth from the right nipple to the left one. All the while Derrick had his eyes focused on me sucking my nipples.
Derrick enjoyed the show I was giving him, and the slow fucking I was giving him for a while longer and then he reached up and put his arms around my waist. He pulled me down to him and we started kissing intensely. As we kissed I started moving my butt up and down slowly to continue fucking my young lover and made moaning whimpers into his mouth.
Derrick moved his hands to cup my butt and I felt him slide his fingers toward my butthole and then felt a finger press against the entrance to my butt.
“No,” I told him. “Don’t do that again.”
Derrick removed his finger and put his arms around my back and gripped me tight. He started kissing my neck as I kept fucking him slowly.
“Fuck me, Lori,” the boy whispered in my ear. “Fuck me hard.”
I started moving my butt up and down faster as I buried my face into Derrick’s neck and started moaning from the pleasure of it. Derrick slid his hands to my butt cheeks again I felt the young boy try to put a finger in my butt. I stopped moving and raised my head and looked down at him.
“Don’t,” I told him sternly. “If you try that again I will stop.”
“You liked it before,” he said.
“It’s gross and I don’t want you to do that again,” I replied seriously.
“Ok, just keep fucking me then,” Derrick conceded and moved his hands back up to my back.
Satisfied he was not going to do such a disgusting thing to me again, I started fucking him once more.
“Harder, Lori,” Derrick commanded me and gripped my body tighter. “Fuck me harder with that pussy.”
I did or at least tried to. I moved my butt up and down as fast as I could, I sat up on the boy and started bouncing up and down as he kept encouraging me to go harder, and I even tried to place my feet flat on the bed to fuck him that way. That didn’t work out for me and I couldn’t manage to place both feet flat on the bed. My body was just too old and not as flexible as it once was.
After what felt like hours but was only about ten minutes at the most, I finally collapsed on top of Derrick; I was panting, my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest, I was exhausted, and I was glistening with perspiration. Southern Ladies don’t sweat; we glisten. Not that I was not getting pleasure from fucking him hard, I was, and a great deal of pleasure. I just was not as young as I used to be.
“I…I can’t,” I told him between gasps of air. “I need a break.”
Derrick ran his hands through my hair and kissed me. “It’s ok, Lori,” he told me. “I can fuck you instead.”
“No, please, baby, I need a break for a moment,” I told him.
Derrick just grinned and placed his feet flat on the bed and used the leverage to thrust up into me. I made a loud moaning cry of pleasure as he drove his cock deep into my pussy. Derrick placed his hands on my butt cheeks again and proceeded to fuck me hard once more.
Derrick gripped my butt tight, painfully tight, but I didn’t care. As exhausted as I was, I still was enjoying how the boy rammed his cock up into my pussy. I didn’t even bother moving or fucking him back. I just lay on top of Derrick, moaning and crying out to God. Apparently, something I did often.
My husband once teased me after a particular hard sex session that I sounded like one of those members of a Pentecostal church. The ones where sermons lasted three or four hours and people would stand up and start speaking in incoherent tongues and the only understandable words out of their mouths were, “oh God” or “Oh Lord”. I thought that was mean and didn’t believe him. After Derrick read this paragraph he laughed and said that was about right.
Regardless of how I sounded or what I was screaming out, I was immensely enjoying the pleasure of Derrick’s cock as he was fucking me hard.
“I’m going to cum, baby, oh God, baby, I’m going to cum,” I cried out.
As I felt the sensation of my orgasm building I also felt Derrick once more place a finger on my butthole and cried out again as he pushed it inside me. This time I didn’t stop him.
The anticipation build-up feeling of my orgasm lasted much longer than normal. I don’t know why, maybe because I had already had several orgasms previously. Honestly, I didn’t even care or think about it at the time. I was focused too much on the pleasure I was getting from the sensations of the anticipation of my orgasm, Derrick’s cock ramming up into my pussy like a jackhammer and his finger in my butt.
Derrick kept fucking me after I told him I was going to cum, squeezed my butt painfully hard, and started thrusting his finger deep into my asshole and twisting it. All of it felt amazing. I finally had my orgasm.
After my orgasm ended, Derrick sat up, still gripped my butt tight, and still had his finger inside it. Again I didn’t tell him to remove it as I hugged him tight and was panting and whimpering.
“You like that don’t you?” the boy asked. “You like my finger in your ass don’t you, Lori.”
“It’s…it’s gross,” I told him between my pants for air.
Derrick chuckled. “You like it anyway,” he said. It was not a question.
Here is the truth about Derrick putting his finger and tongue in my butthole. Yes, I found both sensations pleasant and enjoy them, but that does not mean I didn’t think it was disgusting. Also, I was highly embarrassed about enjoying it. Derrick continues to do both to me on occasion and sometimes I even ask him to, but I still find it disgusting and get embarrassed that I also find it very pleasurable.
My young lover didn’t wait for me to respond, Derrick knew I was not going to. He finally took his finger out of my butt, slid his hands down to my thighs just above my knees, and lifted them as he pushed me onto my back. My feet got tangled up in the bed sheets but I kicked them loose. Now on my back and with my head almost hitting the footboard of my bed, Derrick started fucking me hard again. I had to place my arms above my head and grab the footboard to once more prevent myself from my head banging on the wood and getting a concussion.
After about ten more minutes of him ferociously fucking my pussy, the boy grunted out he was going to cum. Derrick pulled out of me, kneeled over my chest, and pointed his cock at my face. I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue to take his spray of cum in my mouth.
Derrick’s ejaculation was erratic and the consistency of his fluid was much thinner and it exploded all over my face and in my hair and some got in my mouth. As I watched the boy ejaculate, a sight I found erotic, I swallowed what little of the thin fluid landed in my mouth and on my tongue as Derrick orgasmed.
After Derrick came I lifted my head and took his cock in my mouth and sucked it until it became flaccid. After his penis went soft, Derrick pulled back and lay on top of me panting for air. I let him catch his breath and then gently pushed him off of me.
“Go wash your hands,” I told him.
Derrick chuckled and gave me a look that read, “Are you serious?” and I was. Every time he used a finger in my butt I always made him get up and wash his hands before I let him touch me with that hand. I still do.
Derrick read my look correctly and sighed and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I told him to get me a wet cloth so I could wash my face. While the boy was washing his hand, I wiped my face as best as I could with my hands, licked them clean, moved on the bed to lay on it properly, and pulled the sheets over my sweat-damped body.
Derrick came out of the bathroom and was not carrying a wet cloth. When I asked him why he told me he wanted his cum on my face.
“God you’re such a perv,” I told the boy but was smiling.
Derrick laughed and got in bed with me. I snuggled up to him.
Derrick and I debate sometimes how many times he fucked me that night. I say it was six but he claims it was seven. He did penetrate me seven times, including the first time when I fucked him on the sofa, but I don’t count the last time but he does. I don’t count the last time because he never had an orgasm.
Derrick was on top of me and fucking me hard again and he just kept going and going as he grunted out and sweated from exertion. Derrick tried several positions to make himself cum. He held one leg up over my body, then both of them, moved me on top of him, moved me back on my back, fucked me from behind, and then put me back on the bed and got on top of me again.
“Stop…Oh, God, baby, stop, please,” I finally begged the boy. “I can’t take it anymore, please, Derrick, I can’t.”
I couldn’t take it. I was worn out. My nipples hurt from him pinching and twisting and sucking on them, my muscles ached, and not only was my pussy getting sore but so was my pelvis area just below my stomach from Derrick’s deep and hard penetration into my body. I was exhausted!
Derrick stopped but didn’t pull out of me. “I think I’m close,” he told me.
“You promise?” I asked.
“I think so,” he said.
“Will…will it help if…if you put your finger in my butt again?” I asked timidly.
I did want him to finish, I wanted Derrick to feel good so I was willing to put up with the discomfort of his finger in my butthole. At least that is what I told myself; truthfully I wanted to feel that sensation again.
Derrick grinned. “Can’t hurt,” he said.
Derrick started fucking me again and fingered my butt. At first, I was enjoying it but then once more everything became sore again and I told him to stop. He did. Derrick then pulled out of me and lay on his back, breathing hard.
“I’m sorry, baby, I just can’t do it anymore,” I told him.
“It’s ok, Lori,” he assured me.
“I can try using my mouth to make you cum,” I suggested in a very timid and doubtful voice.
“Sure,” he replied grinning. I don’t know why I thought an eighteen-year-old boy would not want his cock sucked.
I moved between his legs and then reached over his body and grabbed my bottle of water off the nightstand. I was thirsty and my mouth was so dry I didn’t have any saliva and I would need some spit when I sucked his cock. I took two long swallows and then a few small sips until the bottle was empty as Derrick played with my nipples. I put the empty bottle back on the nightstand, blushed, and said, “excuse me,” when I gave a small belch from guzzling the water so fast, got between his legs, took his cock in my mouth, and started to give the boy a blow job.
I did everything I could to try and get the boy to cum. I deep-throated him; I drooled over his penis and used my hands to jerk him off with just the tip in my mouth as I ran my tongue over it, and did whatever I could do to make him orgasm. Derrick reached down with his right hand to run his fingers through my hair and caress my cheek, but I pushed it away. He used his finger from his right hand in my butt and I didn’t want him to touch my face with it.
Eventually, after a long time, Derrick told me he was not going to cum and told me to stop. I was glad he did because my jaw was sore. I had sucked his cock a lot that night in between our periods of intercourse. I didn’t apologize for not being able to make Derrick orgasm with my mouth. I knew it was not my fault because I know I give a fantastic blowjob.
I told the boy to go wash his hands again and when he came out of the bathroom and got back in bed, I was finally able to rest and snuggled up to Derrick and fell asleep quickly. I did wake up twice due to painful muscle cramps in my legs but worked them out myself. I didn’t want to wake Derrick up in fear that he would want to fuck me again and that was something I just could not take anymore that night. Heck, I felt I couldn’t take any more of it for a week!
The next morning I woke up before he did due to my age and him being an eighteen-year-old boy and they like to sleep. The first thing I noticed was how thirsty I was and how sore my throat was. I was dehydrated and my throat was raw and sore from all my moaning, screaming, and calling out to God.
The second thing I noticed was the pungent smell in the room. It was a musky smell from sex and our body odor. I stank also. I smelled of sex, sour body order, and cum. I smelled under my armpits and winced at the stench. I did lean over as quietly as I could and smelled Derrick’s body. He smelled similar to me and while I did not like the scent on my body I found the same smell on his body pleasant.
I got out of bed slowly and quietly as not to wake up Derrick. I didn’t want to wake him in fear that he would want morning sex. As I moved out of bed I felt how sore I was. My body ached all over, my pussy was sore, my butthole was slightly sore, and I placed a hand on my pelvis just above my pussy.
That area was so sore but felt like the pain was coming from inside my body. Due to Derrick’s size of his penis and how hard he had fucked me and how deep he was penetrating me; I felt like I was having menstrual cramps. I would have thought they were if I knew I didn’t get my period anymore.
Derrick was sleeping with half the bed sheets on his body and his other half uncovered. His upper body turned to his side and his lower body turned to his backside on the bed. I noticed he had a morning erection that I wanted nothing to do with that morning or the rest of the day.
I needed to pee, some water, some Ibuprofen, and a shower in that order. Both my water bottle and Derrick’s was empty and as quietly as I could, I walked over to his side of the bed and picked up one of the empty water bottles. I then went into the bathroom.
I was cranky! I was cranky for being sore, cranky with Derrick for making me sore, cranky with him having a morning erection, cranky with myself for letting him make me sore, and just overall cranky with everything.
In the bathroom, I looked at my large standalone tub and wanted to take a nice warm bath and soak in it, but I didn’t have time. After I urinated, it even hurt to wipe myself, I filled the water bottle with water from the bathroom sink, took two Advil I kept in my medicine cabinet, and then took one more, and looked at myself in the mirror.
I looked like a mess. What makeup I was wearing the previous night had been rubbed off except my mascara which had gotten smudged around my eyes, my hair a mess and sticking up places and held stiff from Derrick’s cum, and my eyes were puffy and read as if I had been crying. I didn’t remember crying that night, but apparently, I had been. If I had then it was not from pain, however. There were times Derrick did hurt me unintentionally but not enough to make me cry.
I noticed bruises on my body. I had bruises on my butt cheeks from Derrick’s fingers when he was gripping my buttocks hard, one on my left inner thigh from the boy’s firm grip, and even a bruise on my upper arm just under my armpit. I had no idea how that got there.
After my long shower, I felt less cranky and better overall but still sore in many places. I brushed out my hair and walked back into the bedroom and thank goodness Derrick was still asleep. I then put on a pair of panties and my blue terry cloth robe and was hungry so went to make breakfast.
I decided to cook something and knew Derrick would be hungry as well so I was going to make eggs, bacon, and waffles. As well as coffee! I needed coffee! I am a coffee lover, but not the flavored stuff. I just like regular coffee with a splash of cream in it.
I had everything laid out on the kitchen counter; the eggs not cracked but in a bowl, the bacon still in the unopened package and on the counter and the waffle iron heating up. I had one cup of coffee already and was whipping the waffle batter. I did not cook the eggs or bacon yet because I wanted to know how Derrick liked them. I liked my bacon crispy but some people like it less crispy so I held off on frying the bacon.
I gave a shriek when Derrick snuck up behind me and put his arms around my waist. It startled me. I threw my hands up and the waffle batter on the whisk splattered on the countertop, the floor, and the cabinets.
As the boy hugged me he pressed his body into mine and I could feel his erect penis pressing into my lower back. I pushed my butt into him, not to be sexy and out of a desire to have my younger lover again, but to push him away. I struggled and told him no when he started kissing my neck and his hand went inside my robe to fondle my breast and sore nipple. Derrick started grinding into me.
“I’m horny,” he told me as he kissed my neck.
“From what I can tell based on last night you are always horny,” I told him. “I can’t, baby, I am too sore.”
“You can suck my dick,” Derrick suggested.
“I could but I won’t,” I told him.
I then moaned out as he continued to kiss my neck and his fingers found my nipple. His kisses on my neck did feel nice as well as his fingers on my nipple, which became erect. Derrick rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger and even though it was sore, the boy did it so gently that it felt nice. Derrick turned my body around and went to kiss me. I moved my head to the side.
I saw that he was just wearing a tee shirt and his underwear.
“No, I have coffee breath,” I told him to make an excuse for him not to start anything. He chuckled.
“I don’t care,” he said and reached up gently placed his hand on my chin, and turned my head back to his. I let him kiss me.
What started as a gentle kiss turned into a passionate one as I kissed him back and our tongues entered each other’s mouths. I put my hands around Derrick’s shoulders, and batter from the whisk dripped on the back of his tee shirt. He slipped his hand inside my robe once more and started to fondle my nipple again. I moaned into his mouth as he gently played with it.
We made out for a while and then Derrick opened my robe more and started kissing down my body. He kissed my breasts, gently sucked my nipples, kissed down my stomach and when he was on his knees the boy pulled my panties down to my ankles
“Stop, Derrick,” I told him and whacked the boy on the top of his head with the whisk. “I’ll let you lick the waffle batter if you behave.”
That always worked with my grandkids so maybe it would work with him.
Derrick looked up at me and grinned. “That’s not the batter I want to lick,” he told me.
“Ewww, why do you have to always be so disgusting and say vulgar things?”
“You liked it when I was disgusting and said vulgar things last night,” he told me.
“I did not,” I lied and tried to sound indignant.
Derrick ignored me and turned his attention back to between my legs.
“Please, baby, it’s sore,” I reminded him.
“I’ll kiss your pussy and make it all better,” he told me.
“I don’t want you to kiss it and make it all…oh my, that’s nice,” I told him when he ran his tongue up the slit of my pussy.
I stepped out of my panties and spread my legs further apart for him. What harm could it do to let Derrick lick and kiss me to make me feel better? I did like to be pampered.
I moaned out as he used his fingers to spread my pussy open and kissed me there and then moaned louder when the boy put his tongue inside me. I dropped the whisk on the floor and leaned back as I placed my hands on the kitchen counter. I grabbed Derricks’s head with one hand when the boy’s tongue went to my clit and he slid a finger inside my pussy. I was sore but it didn’t hurt and slid in easily because I was wet once more.
I let Derrick tease my clit with his tongue and finger my pussy for a while and then gently pushed him away.
“Stand up,” I told him.
As my lover stood up, I pulled and tugged at his tee shirt until we slipped it off of him. I then got down on my knees in front of him and pulled down his underwear to expose his erect cock. Derrick had not taken a shower and when I was kissing him I could smell his body, but when I pulled down his underwear the scent of his crotch was much stronger and it flooded my nostrils.
The smell was pungent and the boy smelled of sweat, sex, and of our mingled fluids. I took his cock in my hand and pressed my face to his crotch with my nose touching his scrotum. I inhaled to smell him a few times, moved his penis to the side, pressed my nose to the area between his scrotum and inner thigh, and inhaled some more. The smell of Derrick was very arousing to me.
I started to lick the area, wanting to taste what I smelled, as I slowly stroked his cock as Derrick started to moan.
“Who’s being disgusting and vulgar right now?” Derrick asked as I smelled and licked him.
I sat back on my heels and looked up at the boy. “I don’t have to do this,” I reminded him. “I can let you go into the bathroom and take care of yourself while I cook breakfast.”
Derrick placed his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me back to his penis.
“Suck it, Lori,” he told me. “Suck my cock.”
“Yeah, I thought so,” I told him and smiled as I let him push my face back to his crotch.
Before taking him in my mouth, I inhaled Derrick’s scent and licked him a few more times, and then ran my tongue over his scrotum. I then parted my lips and took the boy’s cock in my mouth. I sucked my lover’s cock as I normally did. I guess all girls have a certain routine when they gave a blowjob. I don’t know for sure since it’s not something I went around discussing with my friends.
I licked, sucked, and deep-throated Derrick as I stroked his shaft and let my salvia run out of my mouth to make it slick. I like doing that and giving messy blowjobs. After several minutes my knees started to hurt from the hard tile floor and as much as I wanted Derrick to cum in my mouth and taste him; my knees were having a rough time. I could have suggested we move the activity to the carpeted living room, but I didn’t.
I took my mouth off the boy’s cock, stoop up, lifted the hem of my robe, and hopped up on the kitchen counter. I then untied my robe and opened it and spread my legs. Derrick using his mouth on me and me giving him a blowjob had gotten me aroused and sore or not, I wanted him to be inside me. I reached out and pulled him to me, put my hand on his cock, and guided it to my pussy as we kissed.
“Just go slow, baby, it’s still sore,” I told him.
I gave a grunting moan of both pain and pleasure as the boy slowly entered me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and used them to pull him into me deeper and put my arms around his shoulders. Derrick started to fuck me slowly and passionately.
As he was fucking me, the boy started kissing my neck as I gripped his shoulders tight and placed his hands on the small of my back. As Derrick fucked me the pain in my sex went away and was replaced with just pleasure.
“Ohhh, God, ohhh, God, baby, yes, yes!” I moaned out. “Just like that, baby! Ohhh, God, you feel so good!”
Derrick thrust in and out of me slowly at first and then started to go harder, but not even close to how hard he fucked me the previous night. It was a passionate, intimate hard that I was enjoying a great deal. When I told him I was going to cum, Derrick went a little harder and started sucking my nipples, which drove me over the edge and I dried out when I orgasmed.
As I was cumming, Derrick grunted out he was going to cum as well, thrust into me hard several times, and then drove his penis deep into my pussy. He made short jerky strokes of his cock inside me as he orgasmed and his cum shot into me.
After both our orgasms ended, I clutched Derrick tight, panting, while he was slightly breathing hard and kissing my neck.
“You need a shower,” I told him when I caught my breath, “You stink.”
Derrick laughed and pulled out of me, kissed my lips, and pulled up his underwear. My hand felt wet and sticky and I looked down and saw it was covered in waffle batter. While Derrick was fucking me I had placed my hand in the bowl that contained the batter. Derrick turned around to go take a shower and I giggled. On the back of his head and his back was waffle batter. I didn’t tell him.
After the boy left the kitchen, I washed my hand, closed my robe, and put my panties back on. I smiled when I felt cum leaking out of me. I always thought that feeling was neat. I then wiped off the counter with a kitchen cleaner that contained bleach. I was not going to prepare breakfast on a counter that my naked ass had been sitting on while I was getting fucked!
After we ate breakfast, Derrick helped me clean the kitchen. We went into the living room and talked for a while. We discussed our affair and both agreed we wanted it to continue. I reminded him he could not tell anyone or brag about it to his friends. He assured me he had no intention to and did not “kiss and tell” with any of the girls he previously had sex with.
Before my new younger lover left, I gave him another blowjob, and this time he came in my mouth. It took a long time to make him cum, but the result was well worth it.
I did not see Derrick for the next two and a half weeks and we didn’t have sex again until a little over three weeks. We did text one another. His texts were mostly sexting and using vulgar words and phrases that made me blush. They also embarrassed me when he reminded me of the things we did that night, how hard he fucked me, and how I let him use his finger and tongue in my butt.
I tried to be more civilized in the electronic conversations and reminded him several times not to tell anyone of our affair several times. Each time he promised me he wouldn’t and I trusted him.
I once teased him that he should be worried about me telling some of my female friends; telling him I should be the one bragging that I was fifty-three and having an affair with an eighteen-year-old. Derrick replied with a laughing gif and wrote back for me to brag all I wanted to and maybe my older female friends would want some of his young cock; he used the eggplant emoji. I couldn’t help but laugh at that text. I made the mistake of teasing him back and telling him I would like to watch that. He teased me into embarrassment many times over that reply for months to come.
