Once in my bedroom, Derrick and I wasted little time. We started kissing while standing in the middle of the room and I started pulling at his shirt to take it off. Derrick helped me remove his shirt and once it was off and lying on the floor I started kissing his chest and running my tongue over his nipples. The younger boy started removing his jeans and underwear frantically. He was naked in front of me with his underwear and jeans pulled down to his ankles. I reached down and took his cock in my hand and found it erect and started to slowly stroke it as he started kissing my neck.
“Suck it,” he whispered in my ear. “Get on your knees and suck my cock, Lori.” His tone was commanding.
“No, baby, I want you inside me again,” I whispered back, my voice low sounding from my desire to have him in me.
“Oh, I am going to fuck you and fuck you a lot,” he assured me. Derrick was not boasting but just making a statement. “But first you are going to suck my cock for a while. I like watching you give me a blow job.”
Again, his voice was authoritative and it sent a pleasurable chill of excitement over my body. I liked him taking charge and telling me what to do when we were intimate together. As I mentioned, I liked that in a man, but there was something different with Derrick that night. He was more commanding and forceful than he had been the first time we had sex. Even sounded more dominating than others I had sex with. It turned me on.
I got on my knees in front of him and took his penis in my mouth. I started giving him a blow job and deep-throated him a few times. Derrick placed his hand on the back of my head while I sucked his cock. This was my favorite position for giving a man a blow job: him standing up and me being on my knees in front of him.
“Fuck, Lori, you sure know how to suck a dick,” he told me when I had his cock down my throat and held it there for a moment.
He didn’t make his comment in a tone to humiliate me, it was more that he was making a statement or complimenting me on my oral sex skills. I sucked his cock for a few more minutes until Derrick gently pulled my head back.
Still on my knees, I looked up as Derrick walked to the bed. I giggled as I watched him. It was a funny sight to see him walk with his pants and underwear down around his ankles. He couldn’t step out of them because he was still wearing his shoes and socks. Derrick sat on the edge of the bed and started to take off his shoes and socks and I stood up. I reached behind my back to unzip my drill team uniform.
“No,” he told me and I stopped. “I want to watch you undress.”
I smiled and put my hands to my sides and waited for the boy to finish removing his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. When he had, Derrick moved to lie on the bed and sat up with his back to the headboard and his naked body stretched out. My eyes focused on his erect penis that was pointing straight up.
“Turn around first,” he told me. “I want to see your ass first.”
I smiled and turned around. Unlike the first time I undressed for the boy, I was not embarrassed this time to undress for him. I now knew Derrick had liked what he saw of me naked and didn’t even mind the few thin stretch marks on my butt cheeks. I didn’t do some tacky strip tease for him, but just slowly unzipped my uniform and peeled it off my body and pushed it down to my ankles. I did bend over slightly when I started to push it past my knees. I stepped out of the outfit and still bent over slightly I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Derrick.
“Turn around,” he told me. Another delightful chill ran up my spine at his commanding tone.
This time I was slightly nervous to turn around. The reason for my nervousness was that when I was getting my manicure that day I got a crazy idea to do something else. The salon where I get my nails done also does waxing and I got a full Brazilian wax. Yes, full wax, everything down there including going up my butt crack. Which was not needed and it shocked me when the girl told me to turn over.
It was a painful and humiliating experience and I felt sorry for the young woman who had to do it. I am sure she would rather not have to spend her day seeing other women’s vaginas and anuses.
I don’t know why I got the sudden urge to have it done. I didn’t do it just to please Derrick. The first day we had sex and I mentioned girls waxing or shaving completely down there, he never said or hinted that he would like to see me or any girl like that. Yes, I thought about how he would react and hoped he liked it and found it sexy and erotic, but it was not completely for him. Maybe I did it to make myself seem younger for him? I didn’t have a full understanding of why I did it. I just had it done.
After I was done, it felt weird. I felt naked even with clothes on. It still felt odd that night with him and it took me about a week to get used to the feeling. It was not a bad feeling and felt rather pleasant, just a strange feeling not to have any hair down there. I still get a full Brazilian wax when needed, which is about every three to four weeks. I had become not only accustomed to it but now enjoy having no hair between my legs.
When I turned around, Derrick’s eyes were focused on my breasts for a moment – he likes seeing and fondling my breasts and brown nipples – and then I saw his eyes look down.
“Holy shit,” he blurted out. “Did you shave your pussy?”
“Waxed,” I whispered out but he heard me.
“That’s fucking awesome,” he said grinning at me. “I want to see it.”
I smiled, glad he liked it. “You are seeing it,” I told him.
“No, I want to really see it,” he said. “Get a better look at your pussy.”
I did blush then, yes even after the sex we had that first time, sucking his cock, masturbating in front of him, him going down on me, and the dirty talk I blushed. Even now after everything we have done sexually, he can still make me blush at times.
“If you go down on me you can see it better,” I told him. “I like when you do that.”
“I will,” Derrick replied. “I like the taste of your pussy, but I mean I want to see it now. I want you to show it to me.”
I was confused about what he meant. I really was. I didn’t know what he wanted me to do. I was standing in front of him naked, we were going to have sex, and he said he was going to use his mouth on me. I had no idea what he wanted of me right then. I was not going to pose for him like some trashy porn model from some explicit, hardcore adult magazine.
I just stood there and put one arm over my breasts and placed a hand over my sex. I was starting to get uncomfortable. Yes, I know that was odd after the things he and I had done already and what he had already seen of my body, but there was just something different about it then. There was cockiness and arrogance to his voice that sounded as if he no longer respected me as he once did.
I knew things would change once we started having sex, but I never thought Derrick would no longer respect me. It was like he was treating me like I was just some slut he could use and take advantage of whenever he felt the desire to and that was all I was to him. He was making me feel like the girls I knew in high school and college who boys had sex with but held no respect for because they would spread their legs for almost any boy who wanted them to. He was making me feel like the girls I once knew whose boyfriends treated them poorly and only dated those types of girls because they knew the girl would do anything they wanted and would never deny them sex.
While I didn’t like the way he was making me feel, I could not deny it turned me on. Still, I was not going to let Derrick treat me with that lack of respect. I was not going to let him think I was some fifty-three-year-old woman whore who was so desperate to have sex with a very good-looking eighteen-year-old boy. That I would do anything he wanted me to and give in to his carnal desires every time he wanted. I was not just going to be his booty call, even though I did call him that night to come over for sex. I needed to draw the line somewhere and let him know he just could not come over anytime he wanted to fuck me.
By that time in my life I had read many erotic stories in various forms. Novels, short stories, book series, and even one-chapter types. I read erotic fiction and non-fiction and what people claimed to be non-fiction but I doubted it was. I read various genres and while there were things I read I found erotic and aroused me, I would never do in a million years.
That was how Derrick was making me feel right then. Like I was some slut he picked up in a bar that he felt he could do anything to or a prostitute he gave money to that he could fuck anyway he wanted. Like the stories I read, it aroused me but I would never do it.
Derrick and I stared at one another, each of us not wanting to be the one to give in. We must have looked at each other for about a minute. Derrick, still looking into my eyes, placed his hand on his large penis and started to slowly stroke it. My eyes left his face and I started to stare at his cock and watched him slowly masturbate.
“Is…is that supposed to make me get all weak in the knees and tell you I will do anything you want as long as you have sex with me?” I asked. My voice was husky sounding from lust.
Derrick grinned. “No. It just feels good and I know you like it,” he told me. “You liked watching me the other night.”
I knew he was lying. I knew he was touching himself because he did think I would be so desperate to let him examine my pussy like my body was just his plaything. Yes, I did like it when we watched each other masturbate that first time and yes it turned me on, but now it just felt different. Still, I was staring at him and watching him slowly stroke his lovely cock, and could not seem to look away. Derrick also noticed I could not look away and that gave him more confidence.
“Come sit on the bed and show me that shaved pussy,” he said. It was not a request but sounded like an order.
I averted my eyes from his penis and looked Derrick in the eyes. He was grinning at me. “It’s waxed, not shaved,” I reminded him and sounding irritated.
I then reached down and picked up my drill team uniform. I didn’t put it back on but covered my body as best as I could with it.
“I think you should leave, Derrick,” I told him. “I had a long day and I really am tired and not in the mood anymore.”
I slowly walked across the room to my dresser and opened a drawer and pulled out one of the tee shirts I normally sleep in. I dropped my drill team uniform to the floor and slipped the tee shirt over my body. I looked at Derrick’s reflection in the mirror attached to my dresser. He was now sitting on the edge of the bed.
I had given him plenty of time for him to apologize to me. If he did I would forgive him, tell him not to treat me that way again, and invite him to stay the night. He didn’t apologize, however, or did not indicate that he was leaving. He was just sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at me. I was getting more irritated by him. I bent over a little to reach the bottom drawer of the dresser where I kept my panties. I grabbed a pair and just as I stood up I felt Derrick’s arms around my waist. He pressed his body to mine and I felt his erection in my back.
“Stop, Derrick, I told you I was not in the mood anymore,” I protested and tried to wiggle free.
Derrick tightened his grip slightly to prevent me from breaking free. Admittedly I didn’t struggle as much as I could have or should have to get free from him. I was a little angry at him, but I did enjoy his arms around me.
Derrick held me tight with one arm and brought his other hand up to my face and brushed my hair back to expose my neck. I told him to stop again but he didn’t; instead, he leaned down and started kissing my neck. I moaned out and told him in a weak-sounding voice to stop. He didn’t.
As the boy was kissing my neck and pressing his penis in my back I relaxed in his arms. He started to push the tee shirt up to expose my breasts and I didn’t stop him. Once my breasts were exposed, Derrick placed a hand on one of them and gently fondled it and his fingers found my erect nipple. I moaned out when he started rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
“St…stop, Derrick,” I told him but without conviction in my voice. “I…ohh, please stop.” The sound of my voice was more pleading now.
He didn’t stop and I felt his free hand touch my stomach and he started to move it lower. I dropped the panties I was clutching tight and placed my hand on his. If he was asked, Derrick would tell the person that I guided his hand between my legs, but I don’t think I did. I know I didn’t stop him, however.
Derrick continued to kiss my neck and fondle my nipple as his hand touched my pussy. He ran two or maybe three fingers up the slit of my pussy and I gasped out when a finger touched my clit and my knees buckled slightly. I watched his hand on my pussy in the reflection of the mirror. I could not believe I was watching him play with my pussy, but I did. I found the sight erotic.
“Well, that was easier to find with your bald pussy,” he whispered in my ear.
I let go of his hand as he teased my clit and placed it on the side of his upper thigh. My other hand reached behind me and I placed it on Derrick’s head. I then turned my head to one side and Derrick leaned his neck forward and we started kissing. As we kissed I gasped and moaned into his mouth as his fingers played with my clit and nipple.
“I am going to fuck you now, Lori,” the boy told me after he broke our kiss.
“Yes, please fuck me, Derrick,” I told him. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I gave in that easily! I had just set precedence in our sexual relationship. By giving in to him that quickly, I had just confirmed to Derrick that I was a desperate, much older woman who could not resist this handsome, eighteen-year-old boy’s sexual advances. By giving in to him as easily as I did I had just told Derrick that he was in control over me sexually. Without even saying it, I had just given Derrick permission to fuck me anytime he wanted and that I would do almost anything he wanted me to sexually, and I would not resist him. It made me feel shameful and even humiliated to a degree, but I could not help it. I wanted him desperately.
I thought Derrick was going to lead me to the bed and fuck me, but he didn’t. The younger man slid the hand that had been fondling my nipples down my stomach and wrapped his arm around my waist. The hand that was teasing my clit slid down to my thigh and he nudged my legs apart. I didn’t resist and spread my legs about shoulder length apart for him. Derrick then pulled me back from the dresser and bent me over.
Still hugging my waist with his left arm, the boy took his penis in his right hand and guided it to my pussy. I placed the palms of my hands on the dresser and then suddenly cried out loudly to God as he penetrated me with one powerful thrust. I cried out to God again when his second powerful thrust fully penetrated my pussy. His second thrust into me hurt but the pleasure was much greater than the pain. Derrick then started to fuck me as I was bent over the dresser.
His thrusts into me were powerful but not rapid. They were slow, hard, deep thrusts of his cock into my pussy. With each thrust, I gave a loud, grunting moan of pleasure. Derrick had one hand on the small of the back and his other started teasing my brown, erect nipples; going from one and then the other. I cried out from a mixture of slight pain and greater pleasure as he pinched one of my nipples hard. I enjoyed my nipples pinched slightly hard sometimes when having sex so I didn’t tell him to stop.
Derrick fucked me like that for about two minutes and I had my head down and eyes closed as I immensely enjoyed him penetrating me. The boy then slid his hand up to my chin and pulled my head up; his grip was gentle and he was not hurting me. I made a loud moan as he pushed his cock into my pussy as deep as he could, stopped thrusting into me, and held it there.
“Look at yourself, Lori,” he told me. I closed my eyes tighter and shook my head. I had no desire to see my face. “Look, Lori, I want you to see how sexy you look when you are getting fucked,” he told me and his voice was more commanding.
Derrick bushed the hair away from my face as I opened my eyes and when I did Derrick started fucking me again and this time faster than before. I saw my reflection in the mirror. What I saw on my face I did not think was sexy at all. As the boy fucked me I had my mouth open, moaning in pleasure; my face was contorted in what looked like I was in pain. I was certainly not feeling pain, however. Quite the opposite; I was feeling a great deal of blissful pleasure.
Derrick placed both his hands on my butt as he fucked me. I had the palms of my hands still on the top of the dresser and it started to rattle and the mirror shook. I stopped looking at my face and focused on Derrick’s. I liked looking at the man’s face when we were having sex and found it erotic; I guess Derrick felt the same about looking at mine. The look on the boy’s face didn’t have the appearance of intimacy or love or the look of someone making love to me, which he certainly was not at the moment; he was fucking me.
The look on his handsome face was full of lust, desire, and determination. He didn’t have the boyish, charming good looks he normally appeared. Derrick looked rather bestial as he fucked me; like he was trying to hurt me. Of course, I knew he was not trying to hurt me; he would never do that and he certainly was not hurting me. That was just the way he looked.
As ridiculous as it may sound, the boy looked a little crazed like he had discovered something to treasure and he was claiming something precious for his own and no one was going to take it from him. I found the look a little frightening but sexy as well.
“Uhh, God, Derrick, uhh, God, don’t stop. Uhh…uhhh!” I pleaded between my grunting moans. “Uhh, God, please, uhh…uhh, I’m going to cum!”
My grunting moans suddenly stopped and I made this strange-sounding, high-pitched whimpering groan of desperation when Derrick pulled his penis out of me.
“No, please, Derrick, please put it back in,” I begged between gasps for air. I was so close, so very close to orgasm.
Derrick chuckled at me. “No, I told you I wanted to see your pussy close up now that you removed the hair from it,” he told me. “I want to get a better look at it before I wear it out tonight. I want to see it still tight before I loosen it up by fuckin’ it.”
After his vulgar comment, Derrick walked to the bed and I watched him through the mirror as I remained bent over the dresser. I never thought in a million years that Derrick, this sweet, respectful boy, would ever say such crude things to me. His vulgar comments embarrassed me but aroused me as well. I saw him lie back on the bed and he crossed his arms under his head and looked at me. I looked at his penis which was standing tall and glistening with my sex fluid. I desperately wanted it back inside me. I felt as if I needed it back inside me.
“I want to see it close up and play with it and taste it before I fill it full of cum,” he told me with a grin on his face. “Come here and put your ass and pussy in my face and suck my cock.”
I stood up without hesitation and walked to the bed. I knew what he wanted and I enjoyed the sixty-nine position. I also knew he was going to examine and explore my now hairless pussy. That thought didn’t sit well with me but I wanted him to fuck me again, so I would submit to that humiliation to have him inside me.
I got on the bed and straddled Derrick with my butt to his face. As I took his cock in my hand, parted my lips, and took the boy’s penis into my mouth. Derrick placed his hands on my inner thighs and spread my legs further apart. This made me lower my butt to the boy’s face. I then felt Derrick place his hands on my pussy; fingers from one hand on the right side of my vulva and fingers from the other hand on the other side of my vulva.
“You have a fat pussy, Lori,” the boy told me as I sucked his cock.
I took my mouth off his penis and looked over my shoulder. “My ass is not fat,” I told him. I was offended he said that.
Derrick chuckled, “No, I did not say your ass is fat, I said your pussy is fat,” he told me. I had misheard him. “I like it. It’s so fucking sexy and I like it without any hair. You should keep it like this from now on.” Derrick ran his fingers over my pussy. “I like how darker the skin is around your pussy and up to and around your asshole and how your asshole is even darker. It’s fucking sexy.”
I blushed again at his rude comments about my pussy and anus but did not say anything even though I felt humiliated.
Derrick slid his fingers over my vulva, which glided over it easily since it was lubricated with my sex fluid from when I was fucking him on the sofa and when he was fucking me bent over the dresser. He then spread my pussy open. After his previous indecent comments about my pussy and butthole, I was not surprised when the boy made crude comments about how wet I was.
Derrick took his time as he examined my pussy, and that’s what it felt like, that he was examining it. As he did he would run his fingers over my vulva, labia, and the slit of my pussy. He ran a finger up and down my butt crack a few times but avoided my anus because he knew I did not like that.
I blushed and still felt embarrassed as he used vulgar words to describe my private area, but didn’t say anything and started giving his penis attention with my mouth and hands. I didn’t give him a blow job, but instead licked and tasted his penis and slowly stroked it. I always did like the taste and smell of a man’s cock after it had been inside my pussy. I was afraid if I sucked his cock he would cum and I didn’t want Derrick to cum then. I wanted him to fuck me.
I was running my tongue up and down the boy’s shaft and made a squeal of pleasure when his fingers found my clit. As he massaged my clit with his finger, Derrick placed his tongue inside my spread open pussy and started lapping at it to taste me and my sex fluid. I kept moaning out and continued to slowly stoke his penis.
“No, please, keep doing that,” I told him when he took his finger off my clit and withdrew his tongue from my pussy. “I was close,” I whined out. That was twice he had gotten me close to orgasm and stopped and I found it frustrating.
Derrick didn’t say anything nor did he put his finger back on my clit. Instead, he placed two fingers and then a third inside me. I gasped out when he penetrated me with his fingers. Derrick twisted and curled his fingers and my soft panting moans became much louder loud gasping moans of pleasure and I cried out “oh God” when his fingers found my G-spot.
Derrick teased the spot inside my pussy slowly and I could no longer give his penis the attention it deserved; I was feeling too much blissful pleasure and panting and moaning and calling out to God to do so.
“Ohh, God, ohh, baby, please harder, ohh Derrick, please harder,” I cried out. “Ohh, God, please harder, please make me cum!”
Again the boy ignored my pleas and just kept slowly rubbing my G-spot. I felt his warm, wet tongue run all around my pussy to taste me and then up my perineum. As Derrick licked the area between my pussy and anus, his tongue became firmer and he licked it harder. It felt so good and he did that for several moments. Then the boy ran his tongue further up and it touched my butthole.
“No, no, ohh God, ohh, God,” I moaned out, “not…ohh, My God, no, please, not there.” I protested between my moans and gasps of ecstasy from his fingers inside my pussy.
“I want to,” he told me and pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I cried out in frustration when he did so.
I looked over my shoulder. “No, I told you I don’t like or do that,” I reminded him.
I was not angry. I just wanted Derrick to put his fingers back in my pussy, find my G-spot again, and make me cum. I wanted that desperately.
“Have you ever done it?” he asked.
“No, and not going to,” I told him.
While we were talking, Derrick was running his fingers over my slick vulva and labia, teasing me. It felt very pleasant.
“I like doing it and how do you know you don’t like it if you never tried it?” he countered my refusal.
Derrick was not pleading or begging me to let him do that to me. His voice was arrogant and confident sounding.
“I don’t care if it feels good or not,” I replied. “It’s disgusting.”
Derrick chuckled. “No, it’s not. It’s sexy and intimate.”
Once again we were at an impasse. I was not going to let him do that to me and he sounded determined to convince me to allow him. It did not occur to me then, but as I write this and remember it I had to laugh. Imagine the sight. Both of us are naked, me straddling him with my butt and pussy in his face, his hard penis standing up as we debated him putting his tongue in my butt. It must have been a comical sight.
First, I am not a prude sexually. If I was then I would not be having sex at age fifty-three with an eighteen-year-old boy. I have always been willing to try various things sexually, but anal stuff was off-limits to me. I found it disgusting. The two men I ever had sex with never tried it nor was it ever discussed and they must have felt the same about anal sexual things as well.
Second, I was not going to lose this battle. I gave in to Derrick earlier out of my desire and lust to have him, but not this time. As I have mentioned, I have read many erotic books and stories in my fifty-three years of life. I always found it unbelievable in the stories where the man would have the woman so aroused and her need to orgasm was so overwhelming that she would promise the man she would do anything if he would just make her orgasm. Things she really did not want to do but ended up enjoying it. I found it sexy, erotic and a turn on, but unbelievable. That was not me! I was not going to be that desperate.
Third, I knew Derrick would not use the bluff of threatening not to have sex with me if I did not allow him to stick his tongue up my butt. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.
Our stalemate must have lasted for about a minute or minute and a half and neither of us said a word. I could have gotten off of Derrick and told him just to have sex with me, but I didn’t. He was still running his fingers over my pussy and it felt nice. I was sure he thought if he just kept teasing me I would give in to him again. I decided two could play that game because I still badly wanted him to fuck me. We had already had sex once to completion and he fucked me again without us having an orgasm and I wanted more of him that night. A lot more of him and I knew he felt the same.
I lowered my head again and took his cock in my mouth. I felt a great deal of satisfaction when Derrick grunted out in pleasure and already felt as if I had won. To seal my victory I started deep-throating the young man and he groaned out in pleasure. Not wanting him to cum yet but wanting to claim my victory, I started bobbing my head up and down slowly and deep-throating him several times as I did so.
Derrick started licking around my pussy, used his thumbs and forefingers to spread me open, and again started lapping up my fluids. I wanted him to finger me again and find my G-spot and make me orgasm, however.
As if he could read my mind, Derrick did just that as I sucked and deep-throated his lovely, large cock. Again he massaged the spot inside my pussy slowly and I started making muffled moans and whimpers of pleasure. Then, once more I felt his warm, wet tongue run up my butt and felt it touch my butthole. He was persistent; I had to give him that.
“Umph-uh,” I told him with a mouth full of his penis and inched my butt forward.
I didn’t take his cock out of my mouth, however, or move forward enough so his fingers would slip out of my pussy and stop teasing the oh-so-pleasurable spot. It felt too good to have his fingers toying with that area and his cock in my mouth. Seeing my hair spilled over his thighs and crotch as my head slowly bobbed up and down was erotic.
Derrick lifted and moved his head forward and once again his tongue touched my butthole; this time I didn’t move forward and his tongue circled the outside of my anus. It did feel pleasant. Derrick removed his fingers from my pussy a second time and I gave a muffled grunt of frustration again. I was so close to cumming once more. I took my mouth off of his penis.
“Just…just your tongue, OK,” I whispered in a defeated voice.
I did not look over my shoulder at him but held my head down in shame that I once again was giving in to his desires.
“I promise,” he told me. His voice sounded like he was amused that he had once again won.
“I mean it, Derrick,” I told him, louder this time but still too ashamed of myself to look at him. “Nothing else. No finger or anything else.”
“What happened to you finding it disgusting?” he asked, again in his amused voice and I knew he was making fun of me.
“It’s not my tongue going up your butt,” I answered still not looking at him as I tried to rationalize my allowing him to do such a repulsive thing to me.
Derrick chuckled at me.
“You…if…If I don’t like it and tell you to stop you will, right?” I asked once again in a whispering, defeated voice.
“Just suck my cock again,” he told me arrogantly and authoritatively.
Feeling humiliated and vanquished, I took his cock in my mouth once more. I didn’t give him a blowjob for long. I couldn’t because the boy once again placed three fingers in my wet pussy and started massaging my G-spot, faster and harder this time. With moans and the blissful ecstasy I felt, I could not focus on his penis. He then spread one of my butt cheeks apart to better expose my butthole and stuck his tongue into it.
I cried out louder when he did. It was a very pleasing feeling and while I thought it was still disgusting I quickly found it erotic as well. I could not believe how good it felt. It felt very good and Derrick made it feel better when he started twisting his tongue in circular motions inside my butt.
I placed my head on Derrick’s thighs as he used his fingers on my G-spot and tongued my butthole and it was not long before I had an orgasm. When I came, I lifted my head and cried out in pleasure as the boy kept massaging my spot inside my pussy and used his tongue in my ass, pushing it in as far as he could. I could feel my pussy contracting around his fingers. After my orgasm ended, I placed my head back on Derrick’s thighs, and with my butt still in his face lay there panting.
“Fuck, I love when you cum like that, Lori,” Derrick told me. “You get so damn wet and your pussy juice gets so thick and sticky.”
I heard licking and lapping sounds over my panting and knew the boy was licking my sex fluid off of his fingers. I then felt his tongue licking over my vulva and flinched a little when he started licking my inner thighs; it tickled slightly.
Once I caught my breath I started sucking Derrick’s cock again. He let me give him a blow job for only about a minute or so before he gently pushed me off of him. I moved to lie on my back next to the boy. Derrick propped his head elbow and leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my face to the side.
“Gross,” I said and gave him a gentle nudge. “Not after your tongue was in my butt. Go wash your mouth out first.”
Derrick apparently didn’t want to get out of bed and take the time to wash his mouth because he started kissing my neck instead of my lips.
“But you liked it,” the boy said confidently.
I turned my body slightly to face him and put an arm around his body and pulled him to me and moved to lie on my back again.
“Put it in me,” I told him instead of replying to his statement. “I want you inside me.”
The boy moved and got on top of me as he kept kissing my neck and then my ears and I spread my legs for him.
“Uhh!” I grunted out as his cock entered my pussy and I lifted my legs and bent them at the knees. “Uhh, God!” I made another grunting moan as he thrust into me again. “Uhh, my God, that feels so good!” I grunted and cried out a third time as he fully penetrated me with his penis.
Derrick started slowly rotating his hips. The boy’s hands slid under me and he grabbed my butt cheeks. I moaned as he continued to rotate his hips. Derrick arched his back slightly and pulled his cock back so only about three or four inches of it was inside me. Derrick moved his head down and took one of my nipples in his mouth, bit it gently between his front teeth, and started flicking his tongue over it rapidly.
“Ohh, God,” I moaned out. “Ohh, baby, please more, please go deeper.”
Derrick kept teasing my nipple with his tongue and kept slowly rotating his hips but did not fully penetrate me. I placed my hands on his butt and pushed him to me and thrust my hips up into the boy, trying to make his cock go deeper into my pussy. Derrick pulled his hips back every time I thrust mine into him.
“Please, Derrick,” l whined out as I begged. “I want to feel it all the way inside me.”
Derrick took his mouth off my nipple, looked at me, and grinned. “Your pussy feels so good, Lori. It’s so fucking wet and so tight around my cock. Your pussy is the best I ever fucked.”
I doubted that was true. I am sure all men say that about a girl who they are in bed with when they have their penis inside her.
Derrick brought a hand up to my chest and took the same nipple he had been teasing with his tongue, pinched it slightly hard, causing me to cry out in pleasure, and then started to roll it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Please, baby, stop teasing me,” I pleaded. He didn’t.
He kept teasing my pussy with his penis and my nipple with his fingers. It felt great but I wanted him to fuck me not tease me. Every time I thrust my hips up into him, the boy moved his hips back.
“Did you like it?” he asked. “Tell me you liked my tongue up your asshole. I liked tongue fucking that brown asshole, Lori. Your asshole is so tight and when you came I could feel it constricting and loosening around my tongue. It was like your tight asshole was grabbing my tongue and didn’t want to let go. You know you liked it, Lori, so admit it.”
Derrick was making vulgar comments about my butthole and how he used his tongue inside it; his crude comments turned me on.
I ran my hands up his back and wrapped them around his neck. Using the leverage, I lifted my head and started kissing him. Yes, I kissed him hard and lustful and ran my tongue over his, the same tongue had just been up my butt and I didn’t care. After kissing him for a moment, I moved my mouth off of his and started kissing his neck.
“Yes, I liked it,” I whispered in his ear, “I liked your tongue up my asshole. It felt so good and want you to do it again sometime,” I admitted to enjoying the revolting act.
Derrick chuckled at my confession and then raised his body off of mine and knelt between my legs. His penis was still only about three inches inside me. He looked down at me as he continued to tweak my nipple. He brought his other hand to my other breast, grabbed it roughly, and mashed it hard. The fingers of that hand found the nipple and he pinched it hard as his fingers on my other nipple tightened as he pinched that one hard as well.
“Uh, God!” I cried out from the pain and pleasure of it.
Derrick kept the tight pressure on my nipples and he started rolling both of them between his fingers. I started panting loudly. He was hurting them but I didn’t tell him to stop. Oddly, the pain of it excited me.
“I want to fuck you, Lori,” he told me as he looked down at me.
I opened my eyes and looked at his face. Derrick had this animalistic, lustful look on his face. It was sexy but also a little frightening looking.
“I…I thought that…that was what…what we are doing,” I said between my gasps of pain and excitement.
I was trying to tease him to lighten the strange mood I suddenly felt in the room. I can’t explain what I felt all of a sudden, it just felt strange and sexy, and this bestial type of aura in the room. I found it erotic and exciting but also a little scary.
“No, I mean I want to fuck you hard,” Derrick told me. “I want to fuck you hard all night and wear your pussy out until I make it sore for days.”
Oh my goodness! I thought. I did like when he fucked me hard the first time we had sex. I had both a mixture of fucked hard and made love to several times in one night and woke up sore the next day, but it was a good type of sore. It was a sexually fulfilling and satisfying type of sore that I liked the feeling of, but sore for days and being fucked hard all night was Derrick being boastful, or just how he felt at the moment. I figured we would have sex more than once that night and was hoping we would, but I knew he would not fuck me hard all night and there would be a mixture of hard sex and slower intimate sex.
Still, there was something that just seemed appropriate about Derrick fucking me hard all night, if he could manage. It was because of my feelings for him and his for me. We had a great deal of affection for one another and that affection deepened after the first time we had sex. While we enjoyed and would continue to enjoy intimate moments with one another, there was no romantic love between us. It was a lustful desire to have one another.
It would feel wonderful to have Derrick fuck me hard like he did three nights previously. Little did I know that he did not fuck me as hard as he could that time; I found that out this night and how much endurance and stamina the boy had. I also underestimated the lust and desire he had for me; I just thought that I was an older woman he had a crush on and now was having sex with and after a few times, his desires would be satisfied. I had no idea just how much he desired me until that night. I had no idea how much I desired him either until that night. I also underestimated how an above average sized penis could make a woman’s vagina feel.
