“No. Don’t,” I told him and quickly pushed him away and closed my legs.
Derrick stood by the bed and looked at me. He looked both confused and annoyed at the same time.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. His voice sounded as if he was frustrated with me. I didn’t blame him.
I smiled at him. “I don’t want to do it with my butt half hanging off the bed,” I told him and got off the bed.
I neatly folded down my bed comforter to move it out of the way, folded down the blanket above the comforter, and pulled back the top sheet a little. Sheets I could wash when they got messy, but the comforter would have to be dry cleaned. I heard Derrick chuckle at me.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You,” he told me as I got in the bed and under the sheet. “How anal-retentive you are even when you are about to get fucked.”
“I am not,” I told him with a grin. I did not suffer from OCD, but I could be a little anal-retentive, and I liked things organized and neat.
I lifted the top sheet of the bed. “So you just going to stand there or join me?” I teased the boy.
Derrick looked at his feet as if he was embarrassed. That surprised me after all we had done up to that point.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he muttered and looked at me.
I smiled. That was sweet of him to think of that.
“Well I certainly don’t,” I teased. I liked teasing him. “It’s not like I go around daily picking up young men to have sex with.”
“I would never think that of you,” he told me in a serious tone. He didn’t know I was teasing.
“Baby, it’s okay,” I assured him. “I can’t get pregnant and unless you go around having sex with skanky girls it’s fine.” I grinned at the boy again. “Plus, you already came in my mouth so, oops, too late now. May have to visit the health department next week to get tested,” I continued to tease him.
I didn’t feel the need to tell Derrick why I could not get pregnant. I was pretty sure he would not have understood anyway and discussed when I went through menopause would have been a mood killer.
Derrick chuckled and got in the bed with me and I pulled the sheet over our bodies. I turned to my side to face him and he turned on his side to face me. We wrapped our arms around each other. I pressed my body tight against his and moved my head to kiss him. He stopped me and looked at me with a serious expression on his face.
“Lori, I don’t have sex with skanky girls. I don’t like skanky girls,” he told me. “I can get tested if you want me to.”
“I believe you, darling,” I smiled and moved my hand and ran it over his chest. “Plus I want you so bad right now that I don’t think I could wait a couple of weeks for the test results to come back. I may end up cruising the local college campuses looking for a young frat boy to fuck me,” I continued to tease him.
Derrick did not smile at that and I knew he was concerned about what I thought about the type of girls he dated and had sex with. I ran my hand through his hair. I liked his hair. It was soft and fine and came down just below his ears. He normally styled to give it a natural, mussed-up look, but that day after working in the yard it was messy and even still slightly damp from his sweat.
“Baby, I believe you,” I told the boy. “I trust you, Derrick.” And I did.
Derrick smiled and we started kissing again. I let him push the sheet off our bodies as he rolled me onto my back. When he got on top of me, I spread my legs for him as he started kissing my neck as one of his hands went to my breast and fondled my erect nipple. I felt his hard penis on my stomach.
“Ohh, yes, now, Derrick, put it inside me,” I moaned out.
He didn’t. “I don’t think I ever heard you say the word fuck before,” he whispered in my ear to tease me. “Or the other filthy words you used.”
I was not in the mood to be teased at that moment; I wanted him inside me. Still, I could not help but grin and give a faint giggle.
“Do you want to fuck me,” I emphasized the word fuck, “or talk about my unladylike behavior?”
“I’d rather you show me your unladylike behavior,” he told me. I laughed at his clever reply.
Derrick propped his body up slightly over mine by positioning his arm on the side of my body and using it to prop himself up. He let go of my breasts and brought his hand between his legs. I could feel him searching for the entrance of my pussy with the tip of his cock. He found it quickly.
“Wait, wait,” I told him as he was about to enter me. “Go slow, go very slow.”
I didn’t want him to go slow because of the size of his penis. Yes, he was maybe an inch and a half or two inches longer than average and the girth was slightly larger than average, but I knew it would not hurt.
I didn’t care about the size of the boy’s penis. That was not why I started my affair with him or continued it. I didn’t even know the size of him until I saw his penis naked. I could have cared less how big he was. The size was not a big deal to me at all. If his penis was of average size, I would still have had sex with him that first time and continued after that and would have been completely satisfied sexually.
I wanted him to go slow because it had been years since I had a man’s penis enter me and I wanted to feel it and enjoy it sliding in my pussy.
Derrick slowly entered my pussy. He slid in easily due to the wetness between my legs. As the boy entered me slowly, I put my hands on his shoulders and gripped him tight as moaned out. My eyes were closed. I could feel him going inside me; feel how his penis expanded my pussy as the muscles stretched to accommodate him, and how the inside of my pussy hugged his cock tight. It felt wonderful.
“Fuck, you are so tight, Lori,” Derrick told me after he was about halfway inside me and stopped.
I opened my eyes and saw he was looking down at my face.
“More, baby, go deeper,” I told him between my gasps of pleasure.
“I like it when you call me baby,” he told me.
I moaned out again and then again and then again when Derrick slowly pushed his cock into my pussy. When I felt his pelvis touch mine I knew he was all the way inside me. I moved my hands off of his shoulders, grabbed his face, and pulled him to me. As I started kissing him passionately, he moved one hand under my head and the other to my chest so he could fondle my nipples again. When I felt his finger gently pinch my nipple I moaned into his mouth and thrust my hips up into him. Derrick responded by pulling out of me slightly and thrusting back into me.
At first, our movements were awkward and timid as our bodies got to know one another’s and trust each other for such intimacy. I winced a few times as his penis pushed against my cervix until my pussy elongated enough and my cervix moved out of the way to accommodate the boy.
Soon the learning curve seemed to be over and our bodies moved in sync as Derrick’s thrusts into me, while still slow, became more powerful and confident. I lifted my legs and wrapped my lower legs around his calves for leverage and thrust upward to meet his downward thrusts. Derrick kept telling me how good my pussy felt. With each thrust into me, I made grunting-like moans and in between told him how good he felt inside me.
Derrick smelled good to me; God did he smell good! It was not the smell of that putrid body odor of someone who had not showered in several days, but the scent of fresh sweat and masculinity. That smell aroused me.
“Uhhh, God. Uhhh, yes, yes …Uhh, God, do that again,” I moaned out.
Derrick had pulled almost out my pussy and when he pushed back in he rotated his hips. He drove his cock deep into me as far as he could and held it in place. With his penis fully in my pussy he started rotating his hips again. It felt great! Derrick repeated the movements several more times and my fingers pressed into his shoulder blades.
Derrick was kissing my neck and I made a funny squealing noise when he started kissing and licking my ear and then gently nibbling on my ear lobe. I loved my ears licked and kissed and sucked and nibbled on. It drove me crazy with desire when a man did that to me when we were having sex.
Derrick and I continued to have sex. It was akin to making love but I won’t use that term about sex with Derrick, that phrase was reserved for my husband. Still, I highly enjoyed the intimacy and passion of our sexual intercourse. His mouth would go from my neck, to my ears, to my lips and my nipples as we thrust into each other.
“Uhh, baby, uhhh, God, Derrick! Uhhh, God, I’m about to cum!” I cried out as I felt my orgasm building. “Don’t stop, Uhh, baby, don’t stop!”
I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his butt cheeks, my fingernails digging into his butt cheeks, and I pushed as if to try and get him to go deeper in my pussy.
“Cum for me, Lori,” Derrick grunted in my ear. “I want to watch you cum.”
When I orgasmed, Derrick lifted his head to see my face, my back arched, and I gave a series of high-pitched cries of ecstasy. Derrick drove his cock deep into my pussy and held it there as I came. I could feel the inside of my pussy contract and release as it spasmed around his penis.
“You look and sound so sexy when you cum,” Derrick told me after my orgasm ended.
I lay there panting and clutching his back, enjoying the after-orgasm blissful feeling. Derrick didn’t move at first as if he was letting me enjoy the moment but it was not long before he started thrusting into me again. This time his thrusts were harder and faster.
I gripped his back but did not raise my butt to meet his thrust, honestly, I was tired and showing my age, but that didn’t mean I did not enjoy him trusting into my pussy with his cock. I did! His tempo soon became harder and while somewhat erratic, still felt great.
“Ugh, fuck,” Derrick grunted out and I knew he was about to cum.
Unlike me, the boy did not announce he was going to orgasm, but I could tell by his harder and wilder thrusts into me, that his masculine grunts of pleasure had changed, and I felt his body tighten. I placed my arms around his neck and used the leverage to pull my head up and started kissing his neck.
“Do it inside me,” I whispered into his ear. “I want you to cum inside me.”
I gripped tight and kept kissing his neck when he orgasmed. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy, causing me to moan out, and held it there as he came. Derrick’s body clinched and he made short jerking motions inside me as he made loud, masculine grunts of pleasure. He said he liked hearing me orgasm and I liked hearing him also. I could feel his penis pulsing and his cum shooting inside me. It felt so good.
“Fuck, Lori, that was so awesome,” the younger man told me after his orgasm ended.
“Umm, it was very nice,” I told him. “Very pleasant.”
I don’t know why I said very pleasant. It was much more than very pleasant. Derrick didn’t seem to hear me, which was good. I didn’t want to hurt his ego even though he had nothing to worry about there. The sex was great! It didn’t last long, maybe at the most ten minutes, but we didn’t care. We were both completely sated by it.
He had lifted his body and head up to look down at me. Unlike me, who was panting and out of breath when my orgasm ended, Derrick was barely breathing hard.
“I never fucked a girl without a condom and never came inside a girl,” he told me. “It felt great to do that.”
I smiled, I liked that he always wore a condom during sex with other girls; showed he was careful. I pulled his head down and started kissing him again. As we kissed he started to roll off of me. I pressed my body tight to his and rolled with him and once on our sides facing each other I wrapped my leg over his and still hugged his neck.
“No, stay inside me,” I told him as he was about to pull out.
I wanted to enjoy the feeling of him inside me until he became flaccid. Derrick grinned at me with that charming, boyish grin he had that was so cute and I was sure got him many dates.
“I’m curious about something,” I told Derrick as we lay in each other’s arms and I started to run my hand over his chest.
“What?”
“Don’t laugh and it’s personal so you don’t have to answer,” I said and he nodded. “Where did you learn to do that?”
Derrick grinned again and made a small trust inside me. I made a faint moan. While his penis had softened a little, he was not getting flaccid like I thought he would.
“Well, Lori, when a man and woman care about each other they start to have these feelings…” He teased.
I laughed, “Shut up, silly,” I said and playfully slapped his chest. “I mean earlier. What you did with your fingers and mouth.”
“You didn’t like it?” he asked but was smiling.
“Stop teasing me. You know I did,” I answered. “Just tell me.”
“As you told me earlier,” he started, “I am a horny eighteen-year-old boy with raging hormones. What do you think we do when in our rooms alone with access to the internet?”
“Ewww, gross,” I said and giggled, “I don’t want to hear about that.”
“You sure didn’t mind watching though,” he kept teasing me.
I gave a faint moan again as Derrick made another small thrust into me. He was still not getting flaccid.
“Yes I did,” I admitted.
Why deny it? He knew I did, I had asked him to, and I would like to watch him do it again another time. I liked him watching me also. I found it a turn-on and erotic. No point in getting embarrassed.
“Yeah, porn is a good way to be sexually educated,” I said sarcastically. “like learning to stick your tongue up a girl’s butt.”
Derrick blushed that time, “I’m sorry about that, I really am. I would not have assumed you would like it.”
“You’ve done it before?” I asked.
“A couple of girls let me and I liked doing it,” he admitted.
“You don’t think it’s gross? I think it’s disgusting,” I told him and tried not to sound offended by it. Wasn’t offended by it. Just did not want him to do that to me. “Please don’t do that,” I added.
It did not come out as me telling him not to but sounded like I was begging him not to make me do that. I found that tone in my voice odd. I cleared my throat so I would sound more normal when I talked.
“So what else did these porn sites teach you?” I teased again.
Derrick chuckled. “I didn’t mean porn,” he told me. “I am not going to lie and tell you I don’t watch porn, you know that would not be the truth. There are more legit websites with advice from doctors and professional people that have diagrams and everything,” he explained. “The internet can be a good tool to learn about things.”
“Well, God bless the internet,” I giggled.
I did not care for porn much at all and never had. It just did not do anything for me, and neither did looking at pictures of naked men. I did, however, enjoy erotic story sites. Reading about sex was more of a turn-on for me than watching people have sex. I didn’t care that Derrick watched porn either. That was his business and I knew billions of people watched it.
“Have you ever had anyone do that to you before?” Derrick asked.
I didn’t answer but instead started kissing him again. I had with my husband, who was very good at giving me oral sex and finding my G-spot. I was not going to tell Derrick that, however. My sex life with my husband was personal and off-limits. I was a little flattered he asked that question. He asked it like I was a girl his age who had very limited sexual experiences and that amused me a little.
Derrick brought up his hands to my chest and gently fondled my breasts and then nipples. He no longer cared if I answered his question or not. We kissed for a while and I felt his penis, which had not even gotten close to being soft, become fully erect inside me. He rolled me onto my back.
“Again?” I asked. “So soon?” I should not have been surprised but I was.
The last time I had sex with an eighteen-year-old boy was when I was an eighteen-year-old girl. I may have forgotten how short of a “recovery time” they had and easily they could get erect.
Derrick grinned. “This time I am going to try and make it better than very pleasant,” he said.
“I didn’t mean…,” I started to try and explain my comment.
“Shhh,” he interrupted me and lowered his head and started to kiss me.
The young man started to slowly thrust inside me once again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and started kissing him back.
“Uhh, harder, uhh, baby, go harder,” I encouraged him after about a minute of him going slow.
“Are you sure?” he whispered in my ear.
“I won’t break, I promise,” I teased. “I’m not that old.”
“I don’t like that you…,” Derrick started to say but I kissed him before he could finish.
I knew what he was going to say. I knew he was going to tell me he did not like how I referred to my age. I then started kissing his neck again.
“Just fuck me, baby,” I whispered into his ear. “Fuck my old pussy with your young cock.”
I couldn’t believe I said that. If I had the time to reflect on what I told him, I would have been embarrassed by what I said. I didn’t have time to think about it however because Derrick didn’t give me time to.
Derrick placed his hands next to my head, lifted his, and kissed me. As I started kissing him back he slid one hand down under me and cupped my butt cheek and placed the other hand on the small of my back. He then started fucking me.
Derrick was eighteen, athletic, and in good shape. He didn’t play football but played baseball for his high school team and during the summer he played organized softball. During the summer he worked for a roofing company and I knew he went to the gym and worked out when he had time but was not obsessed with it. He was in great shape and when he started fucking me he proved how strong he could be and the endurance and stamina he had.
His thrusts into my pussy became more powerful and faster. At first, I tried to meet them with my own, but I couldn’t match his pace. I untangled my legs from his calves, held them up and bent them at the knees, dug my fingers into his back, and let him fuck me.
As he fucked me at a fast and hard pace, he didn’t talk to me as he did the first time we had sex. There was no one telling me how good my pussy felt or how tight I was. The boy just fucked me and at times let out grunts of excursion. I didn’t say much either.
The only sounds I made were loud, feminine, grunting moans each time he thrust into me with an occasional “Oh my, God” or just “Oh, God, Oh, God” repeated several times and the back to my moans. The other sound I could hear was the box spring on the bed squeaking. Maybe it was time for a new box spring and mattress.
When I had an orgasm, Derrick did not stop like he did the first time; he just kept fucking me with the same powerful, hard thrusts into my pussy. When I came I dug my fingernails into his back, raised my head, and cried out my high-pitched squealing moan into his neck. After my orgasm ended, the younger boy still kept fucking me.
As Derrick continued to fuck me and exert himself, he started to sweat. He was not one hundred percent cooled off from the yard work he did earlier, and it was warm in my house. I liked it warmer than most and hate cold weather and being cold. It was the start of spring weather and I kept the heater set on 74 to keep the morning chill out, but by the time Derrick and I ended up in bed the outside temperature was in the low eighties so it was warm in my house. I liked it that way.
He was not dripping sweat, at least not yet, but the times I opened my eyes as he was fucking me, I could see his perspiration on his forehead and his chest. I placed my face and lips on his neck and licked a couple of beads of sweat off of him. I guess I had a fetish for a man’s sweat during sex and foreplay because I always liked it.
Derrick kept going and going and was taking a long time, not that I was going to complain. I liked being fucked hard at times as much as I liked the passionate, intimate, slow lovemaking type of sex. Both were equally satisfying to me. I was not surprised he was taking longer because he had already had two orgasms and the last one he had was only several minutes before he started fucking me a second time.
It was not much longer before I cried out a second orgasm and my back arched as the boy again kept fucking me as I came. That was not out of the ordinary for me, to have more than one orgasm like that during sex. It was not too difficult to make me cum when I was very aroused and often had more than one before the man finished.
As I was cumming, Derrick placed both hands on my butt cheeks and pressed his body tightly against mine, and buried his head into my neck. I could feel the warm breath of his panting from his excursion on my neck as he fucked me. He pressed his fingers tight into my ass cheeks and fucked me at the same hard and fast pace for quite a long time, again I did not complain.
My continuous grunting moans and calling out to God became louder. They became so loud that they even registered in my ears. For about two seconds I swear I did not know the moans and calling to God were coming from my mouth. It was like I was hearing a TV in my room and the volume was turned up as loud as it could go.
“Ugh fuck,” the boy grunted a moan into my neck. “Ugh, fuck, Lori, I’m going to cum…ugh, ugh, fuck.”
“Uhh, God, yes…uhh, yes, baby, cum inside me,” I returned his masculine grunting moans with my more feminine ones. “Uhh, baby, fuck me…uhhh, God, fuck me until you cum in my pussy.”
Derrick’s body tightened and he made louder grunts of ecstasy as he orgasmed. Once again he made short, deep thrusts into my pussy and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as he came. As the boy orgasmed I started thrusting my hips up into him and rotating them as I tightened and loosened the muscles in my pussy. Apparently, Derrick could feel it because he moaned out louder each time my pussy tightened over his cock.
Derrick laid his body on top of me after he finished cumming and was breathing hard. I was panting for air as well as I kissed his face and neck in between my breaths. When the boy rolled off of me I let out a faint grunt as his penis pulled out of my pussy. My body was slick from his sweat and some of my own even though I did not sweat as much as he did. Derrick did do most of the work while I just laid there enjoying his hard fucking so I didn’t work up the sweat he did.
He had rolled over onto his back and once I caught my breath, I turned to my side and cuddled up against him and placed my head on his chest. I started running my hand over his chest and kissing and licking his sweat-damp body. Derrick ran his fingers through my hair as I did so.
“That was amazing,” he told me.
I smiled and looked up at him. “Was much better than just pleasant,” I teased him. He chuckled and put his arm around my shoulder.
I liked that he did not ask me if I enjoyed it or if I had an orgasm, there was no need to. We both knew I had based on my reactions when he was fucking me.
I rose up and kissed his lips and started to get out of bed. Derrick pulled me back to him and started kissing me passionately, I responded in kind. I reluctantly pushed him away and got out of bed. I loved kissing and cuddling.
“Where are you going?” he asked. “I could spend the rest of the day and all night in bed with you.”
I picked my tee shirt off the floor and slipped it on and looked at him and smiled. I liked his comment about wanting to stay in bed with me. I then put on my unsexy panties because I could feel the boy’s cum leaking out of me.
“I am going to turn the air on,” I told him. “You’re hot.”
I walked out of the room and turned the air on and back into the room. Derrick was still lying on his back naked. I looked over his body for a moment and started to get back in bed.
“Take off your shirt,” he told me. “I like being next to you naked and I like seeing your tits.”
I grinned and took my shirt off. Trying to be sexy, I twirled it around using three fingers but I got tangled in them and was not sexy at all. I blushed as Derrick laughed at me and tossed the tee shirt to the floor.
“Now your panties,” he told me. “I like your pussy just as much.”
I blushed at the comment but removed my panties and got back in bed. I didn’t try to be sexy with them. I cuddled up to him again; winced when my side lay on the large wet spot we made, and pulled the sheet up over my body and half of his. I didn’t mind being on the wet spot. I found it erotic; our sex fluids mixed on the sheet.
“I was serious,” Derrick said as he put his arm around me again and I placed my head on his chest, “we could stay in bed the rest of the day and I could stay the night.”
I lifted my head and looked over his body at the clock on my nightstand. “I can’t, baby, I have to get up soon and take a shower. My granddaughter has a soccer match today and both of them are spending the next two nights with me.” I kissed his chest, “but we can stay in bed for a little bit longer and cuddle.”
It was not long before our cuddling turned into a make-out session when Derrick guided my hand to his penis and he started fondling my breasts and nipples. His penis was hard again.
“You can’t be serious?” I asked.
“You have that effect on me,” he said and grinned. “I want to fuck you again.”
I accepted the compliment but doubted if it was just me who had that effect on him. He was eighteen and being in bed with any naked woman would have had that effect on him.
I was not tired or exhausted but I was beginning to feel soreness between my legs just after being fucked two times. I had not used my pussy in that manner for a long time and Derrick was a little larger than normal. There was another way I could make him cum again before I had to get ready to leave. I started kissing him and as I did I straddled his body. Derrick wrapped his arms around my lower back and as we kissed I felt him slide a hand down to my butt and then between his legs. He took his penis in his hand and was trying to guide it into my pussy.
“No, baby,” I told him as I moved my butt to avoid his penetration. “I want to suck you again. I want to taste your cum again.”
It was not that I did not want the boy to fuck me again, I did, but I was sore. I knew by then two things, my affair with Derrick was going to continue, and based on that day he was going to want a lot of sex. I would have to ease into him fucking me several times when we were in bed together. Plus, I did want to suck his cock again and taste his cum. Derrick smiled at me again to let me know he was okay with me just giving him a blow job.
I started kissing his neck, then down to his chest where I licked and sucked his nipples for several moments, down to his stomach as I moved between his legs, and then to his erect penis. I didn’t put him in my mouth on him immediately; I wanted to enjoy myself and for him to enjoy it. Derrick moved his body to sit up in the bed with his back against the headboard.
I inhaled the scent of both of us on his penis; I liked smelling and giving a blow job after a man had been inside my pussy. I found the smell and taste of our mingled sex fluids erotic.
I guess here is a good time to make a confession, well three of them. First, ever since I gave my first blowjob at sixteen to my high school boyfriend, I loved doing it. There was something I found erotic about having a penis in my mouth and I liked the smell of a man’s crotch area. The masculine and musky smell was a turn-on for me. To me, it was best after he had been sweating for whatever reason. When a guy had an orgasm in my mouth I highly enjoyed that also. I enjoyed how it felt when his penis exploded in my mouth, how his cum hit the back of my throat and the roof of my mouth, and the taste and texture of his cum.
The second confession is that while I had only had sexual intercourse with two guys before Derrick, I had given three different guys blowjobs. The first was my first boyfriend and then my husband of course. The third guy was the second man’s penis I sucked.
I was seventeen and still dating my high school boyfriend when I and a couple of my girlfriends from high school went to a fraternity party at a local private university in the city I live in. We met a group of college boys at a local pizza parlor near the campus and one of my friends started flirting with one of the boys. She told him we were students at another college in the city. It is a prestigious, all-girl, Liberal Arts College. The boys invited us to a frat party that night.
A twenty-year-old college boy was flirting with me and at seventeen I thought I was so cool and it made me feel more mature than I was. We started making out. Later I went with him to his dorm room where we made out some more. He wanted to have sex and I told him no but I would give him a blowjob instead. He was a nice enough guy to not force the issue of sex and agreed. I did take off my shirt and bra and allowed him to kiss my breasts, and play with and suck my nipples, but nothing between my legs.
After I cuddled with him in his bed, I confessed my true age and that I was in high school. He did not care. We talked for a while, started making out again, letting him fondle my breasts again, and I gave him another blow job. It was late when we were done and the boy was sweet enough to give me a ride home. I was grounded for two weeks for missing curfew.
The third may not be a confession but a fact; I gave a fantastic blowjob and could deep throat rather easily. It was just a talent, or what men would call a gift, I had. I had a very low gag reflex and I did not find it difficult to swallow a guy’s penis. I was pretty confident if you asked all four of the guys I have given blowjobs to, which includes Derrick, they may not say I was the best, but I would be at the top of the list.
I inhaled the scent a couple of times and then took his shaft in my right hand and ran my tongue slowly up and down his erection. Derrick reached down and gathered my hair up and pulled it behind my head. He did not pull it hard, just pulled it back so he could watch me.
I placed my mouth less than an inch from the tip of his cock and then let saliva run out of my mouth onto his penis. I did that two times. I ran my tongue down to his scrotum and my tongue circled his testicles as I slowly stroked his now slick shaft.
“Don’t put them in your mouth,” he told me. “I don’t like my balls sucked or played with.”
“Ok, baby,” I told him.
The scent and taste were stronger on his scrotum and I licked and lapped; enjoying it. I drooled more spit onto the tip of his cock when it started to become dry and went back to stroking him and licking his scrotum and then down lower to his perineum. His musky, masculine, sweat taste and smell were more pungent and again, I enjoyed it.
“Ugh, fuck, Lori,” Derrick moaned out, “that feels good. No girl ever did that to me before.”
I smiled and started licking the area between his scrotum and butthole with more intensity as I stroked his penis harder.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Derrick groaned as I continued to lick and lap at his perineum.
After several more moments, he gave my hair a slight pull, again not to hurt me, but to let me know he wanted me to lift my head. I did and looked up at him.
“Suck it now,” he told me, his tone more commanding than before. That sent a pleasurable chill up my spine and gave me goosebumps.
I picked a couple of his pubic hairs out of my mouth and smiled. “Ok, baby,” I replied in a seductive and slightly submissive voice.
I was not into a man fucking my mouth or forcing his cock down my throat to make me gag and choke, but I did like it when he took charge and told me what to do and what he liked when I was giving a blowjob.
With his shaft still in my right hand, I lowered my head, parted my lips, and took his cock in my mouth. I went slow at first and would slowly stroke his cock as my head went up and down. I started to go faster, but not too fast, and looked up at the boy. Derrick had his eyes closed and I enjoyed seeing the pleasure on his face.
I let go of his shaft and then lowered my head down more, taking more of the boy’s larger penis in my mouth. I went lower and lower, gagged three times because I was out of practice sucking dick, and then deep-throated his entire penis. My top lips were pressed into his crotch and my bottom lips touched his scrotum. I gaged again but not enough to make me want to take him out of my mouth. I then made swallowing motions in my throat. Derrick moaned out in pleasure.
I kept my mouth far down on him for several more moments and then slowly lifted my head. When I took my mouth off of his cock I took several deep breaths and looked at Derrick. He had his eyes open now and was looking at me.
“Damn, Lori, that felt awesome,” he told me and pulled some loose locks of my hair back behind my head. “Fuck, you sure know how to swallow a cock.”
I giggled and again lowered my head and again deep-throated his entire penis. This time I did not gag. The third time I deep-throated him and took my mouth off his penis, thick salvia poured out of my mouth and I let it run over his cock. As I mentioned before, I like giving messy blow jobs. I deep-throated him one more time and when my face was pressed to his crotch, Derrick thrust his hips up causing me to gag. He was not purposely trying to choke me; it was just a reflex action on his part.
Even though I gagged I kept his cock down my throat for several more seconds and again made the swallowing action. I then lifted my head and took several deep breaths as thick saliva ran out of my mouth and I drooled spit over his penis again. I then went to work to make him cum.
I took about four inches of him in my mouth and started using both of my hands to jerk his penis. I started slow but soon was bobbing my head up and down faster and stroking his cock with both hands in a fast, matching rhythm of my mouth. Derick kept my hair pulled back away from my face to watch me. I did not mind him watching me. I liked it.
“Oh, fuck, Lori, ugh shit,” Derrick moaned out when I started going at a fast tempo. “Damn, Lori, Ugh fuck, you know how to suck dick. Uhhh, God damn, you are a good cocksucker,” he grunted out.
I did not mind him talking to me like that. I did not find it offensive and did not think he crossed a line. It was not like he called me a cocksucking whore, or a bitch, or a slut. I was glad he was enjoying it.
Knowing that he had already had three orgasms, I figured it would take a long time to make him cum again. I was prepared to give a long blow job and take breaks and catch my breath when needed. It didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it would. I was to discover during our affair that Derrick orgasmed faster when I was giving him a blow job than when we were having intercourse.
After about five minutes of me sucking his cock and stroking his shaft hard and at a faster pace, Derrick was about to cum. His hand tightened around my hair and he did pull it hard enough to hurt that time, but I didn’t mind.
“Uuugh, fuck, Lori, that’s it, Uuugh fuck, I’m going to cum,” he grunted out.
I took about an inch of his penis in my mouth and was sucking it and running my tongue all around the head of his cock. had both of my hands, one below the other, and running them up and down his shaft. My grip was tight but too tight and with my spit as a lubricant, my hands slid up and down his shaft rapidly.
My eyes opened wide in surprise, even though I was expecting it, when I felt the boy’s cum shoot into my mouth. It was not as thick as before and not as much, but it was enough for me to enjoy. Derrick grunted out as he orgasmed and I swallowed his fluid as it sprayed into my mouth. After his orgasm ended I kept sucking and milking his penis until no more cum would come out. He flinched when my tongue ran over the now extra-sensitive head and I giggled. I did it on purpose.
I took my mouth off of Derrick, sat on the back of my heels between his legs, and wiped the salvia from around my mouth and chin. I smiled at him as I removed some of his pubic hairs from my mouth.
“You really like to swallow don’t you?” he asked with a satisfied grin on his face.
I tilted my head to one side. “If you don’t like it I won’t do it anymore,” I teased.
“Oh I love it,” Derrick said, chuckling.
“I thought so,” I teased again.
Derrick reached down as I leaned up over his body and he pulled me to him. I lay on top of him and we kissed for a moment. I then pulled away.
“Baby, I really need to get ready to leave now. I still have to take a shower,” I told him. “You can stay while I shower if you want to. Just make yourself at home. You know where everything is at.”
“OK, Lori,” he told me.
As I got off the boy I gave a faint shriek as he playfully smacked my butt. I put on my tee shirt and my panties since his cum was still leaking out of me. Even though Derrick did not say anything, I knew he must have thought it weird I put some clothes on after all we had just done, but I never liked walking around the house naked even if it was just a few steps to my bathroom.
When I got to the bathroom I started to shut the door and peeked through the crack in the door at Derrick.
“Do I have to lock the door or can I trust you not to come in while I am in the shower and take advantage of me again?” I teased.
Derrick laughed as he got out of bed. “After the way you just sucked my dick, I think you took advantage of me.”
I blushed and shut the door.
After my shower, I blow-dried my hair and put on some makeup, and got dressed. I dressed casually. Dark blue jeans and an ugly blue tee shirt that had my granddaughter’s soccer team name on it, and a bra and panties of course. I called it ugly because the blue tee-shirt was the shade of blue for the University of Florida and the team’s name was written across the chest in the same shade of orange as the University of Florida’s colors. It was done like that on purpose. The coach of the team was a Florida Alumni. Grrr, damn Gators!
Before I put on my panties I used a panty liner in them. I knew Derrick’s fluid would be leaking out of me for a while and even though I doubted it would leave a damp spot on my jeans, I felt better safe than sorry. Not that people would assume I spent the good part of the afternoon having sex, but more that they would think I was having uncontrollable bladder issues, which would have been more embarrassing.
I stripped the sheets off the bed and with them in my arms I walked downstairs. I found Derrick downstairs, also fully dressed again, eating an apple as he sat on the sofa watching ESPN. I went into the washroom and spread out the bottom, fitted sheet, and found the large wet spot. It was just a damp spot now and was about to use some stain remover on it before I washed it. Instead, I bought it to my nose and smelled it. I quickly looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was looking, which I knew there would not be, and smelled it again. I grinned wickedly and applied stain remover to the sheet at the wet spot. Found other areas of now dried cum stains or maybe stains from my fluids, either way, I put stain remover on them as well. I put the sheets in the washing machine.
I sat down on the sofa next to Derrick and he casually put his arm around my shoulder and I snuggled up against him. It was like we were long-time lovers and not new, one-day lovers.
“I can come back over tonight,” he said after a moment of silence.
“I can’t, Derrick, I have the grandkids for the next two nights while my daughter and son-in-law are going away for a weekend,” I told him. “His parents are picking them up Saturday and then I have my date.”
“You still going on that?” he asked. There was no jealousy or anger in his voice.
“I have to, I made plans, and would be rude to cancel them,” I said. “But I should be home early if you want me to I could text you when I get home and you could come over. Maybe even spend the night,” I added hopefully.
It would be nice to have a man’s body next to mine again when I slept.
“I can’t. Not Saturday,” Derrick said. “I have plans with my friends. I could cancel I guess.”
“No don’t do that. You need to spend time with your friends,” I assured him. “We don’t have to rush this, Derrick, whatever this is. You only live two streets over and for the past five or 6 years you have spent a lot of time here helping out.”
“Yeah, but now I get to spend time in your bed with you in it with my dick in your pussy or mouth,” he teased me.
“You’re awful,” I feigned being offended.
“Me? You are the MILF who seduced an eighteen-year-old boy,” he teased back.
“MILF?” I parroted, laughing.
“Mom I’d like to…” he started to explain.
“I know what a MILF is, silly,” I interrupted. “And I am not that and I did not seduce you. You seduced me.” I added in a tone of pretend indignation.
“I did not. You are the one that started the hypothetical game of what if,” he replied grinning.
“And you are the one who made it non-hypothetical,” I countered.
That was a long-standing playful debate between us. Who started what? In truth, we both were equally guilty.
We spent a few minutes cuddling in silence and enjoying each other’s company. When Derrick got up to leave he kissed me and I kissed him back. After he left I put the sheets in the dryer and left to go to the soccer game.
