“Well, to be honest…Besides with myself, I’ve had a little sex now and then but infrequently. And you?”
“I could say the same. But, when I have had sex, it’s been very interesting.”
“How so?”
“Well, I’ve had a few lesbian experiences in the last year. Are you shocked?”
“Hardly, Beth.That’s nice. I’m bisexual, too.”
“You mean, you give blow-jobs? How fucking cool is that?”
“I prefer to hook-up with couples. I don’t meet with single men.”
“Oooh, I’m jealous. I would love that. It’s a long-time fantasy of mine. I think we have some things in common.”
“We also play Pickle Ball.” That cracked her up but good.
Then the doorbell rang. “That was quick wasn’t it. It certainly wasn’t a hour. Do me a favor, Ray, and get the door, please while I throw something on.”
I began to unload the bags on the kitchen table as Beth laid out dishes on the outdoor table. I pulled out another bottle of chardonnay.
“This is my go-to take-out place,” she said.
“Yeah, I’ve picked up from there a few times. It’s the best Asian around.”
In between bites, she started getting personal again. “So, I’m curious. You have sex with men and women together but won’t meet single guys? I don’t get it.”
“It’s my mindset. I’m not into men. I’m into cock. I’m very oral and I enjoy the feelings, the textures and response of a penis in my mouth. I love women and all their lovely parts and I like it when they are involved. Usually, she wants to watch her husband or help give a blowjob. It’s not hard to understand.”
“No, I get it. It makes it more fun.”
“What were your lesbian affairs like?”
“Like you, I like everything about vagina but not necessarily the woman who owns it. They weren’t really affairs. They were mostly one-time hook-ups online. I’d had a female lover in college and I was curious again. I saw one of them several times. Like you, I found that it wasn’t the woman so much as it was about her vagina, which I loved. But, personally I didn’t love them, just their parts. I think I loved that power in making her orgasm. Being with an uninhibited, bisexual couple or a foursome…or even more…is something I’d like to try. It’s on my bucket list.”
“Maybe we could make that happen.” I was finished eating. I sat sipping the wine. I lit a joint. Idly, I said, “You know, we’ve been sitting in wet suits and I feel kind of clammy.” I stood up and slipped off my suit. I was nude and standing across from her. My semi-limp cock was starting to chub up. I picked up the towel and started to dry off.
“That was a lovely surprise.” She got up and also started to strip. First, she turned her back to me and pulled off her bra. Then she slowly lowered her thong down her butt and let it fall to the ground. “Ray, please throw me a towel.” I tossed one over. She turned around letting me view her goods for the first time. Her tits were full and round with a bit of sag. Her nipples were pointing out of her large areolas. She had a little gunt that traveled down to a trimmed, lightly-haired blond pussy. Hmm, for a woman of her age (and I guessed early to mid sixties), she had a great body. And, cuffs and collars matched!
I walked over to her and passed her the joint. As she smoked it, I toweled her back, her butt and her legs. “Turn around,” I said. I toweled her from her legs up to her pussy. Her scent was divine. I toweled her stomach and her big, beautiful breasts. I lifted one and suckled a nipple. She groaned.
She pulled away and grabbed my now stiff dick. She pulled me into the bedroom. She threw me on my back and crawled on top of me. “Let’s see how you kiss.” She smothered me in her lips. She was aggressive but I managed to slow her down by giving her more sensual kisses and rubbing her good shoulder. “You kiss nicely.” she said between heavy breathing, “You’re making me hot…I have to have your cock.” She slid down my body and began to caress, stroke and kiss my hard meatstick. I pulled her legs toward my head and she got the message, planting her wet slit on my lips.
I went to town on her delicious twat. It was smaller than most, I mean the length of her clit to her vagina must have been no more than an inch, an inch and a quarter. This made it easy to get sloppy. My tongue slipped into every nook and crevice. I rimmed her asshole and run one finger around it. I went back to ther clit and wagged my lips and tongue. I was the emblem of The Rolling Stones. I was making her crazy, dripping all over my face and jamming her hips down. She couldn’t concentrate on sucking me, instead she held my dick as she began to cum.
“Oh, yeah. Eat me, Ray. I’m almost there. I’m losing it.”
I worked harder to bring her over the edge. I had my forefinger on her ass and my thumb in her tight cooch. She was bouncing on my face like a wild woman. The nector flowing out of her was nearly drowning me. Her moans, groans, yells and expletive laced exhortations were as serious a soundtrack as Hans Zimmer ever wrote. Finally, she arched, shook and had an orgasm like one I haven’t seen in years. No sooner had she cum when she pivoted around and sank down on my stalk, letting out a cry at the same time.
“Oh…oh…oh…fuck me hard…do me good, Ray.”
I was certainly up to the task. My orgasm was boiling up but I maintained my rhythm. Her vagina was tight and she was squeezing my cock. It felt fantastic. As she moved. she slid her clit along it, increasing her writhing convulsions. She was coming again as she sank down to the root and shook. “Yes…yes…yessssss!” She flooded my crotch as I pushed up into her and shot several salvos into her womb. “Yessssss.” As my spasms ended, she got off me and devoured all the cum dripping off my stick. I had to push her off as I suddenly became too tender to take any more. She quietly laid atop of my chest and began to kiss me, sharing the last drops of our combined cum.
We lay spent, nearly comatose. Finally, she whispered, “That was something else. I don’t think I’ve come that hard ever. I mean, ever. And we kissed…with our cummy mouths and it was great. I’ve never had a man do that before. My husband refused to kiss me with cum in my mouth. Yeah, I’d say that was great. You’re a great fuck…maybe a keeper.”
“I have to admit that it was fabulous. You have such a tight pussy. For old folks, we just gave an Oscar worthy exhibition!”
We lay caressing each other, her cum-drenched twat oozing out all over me. We both seemed to like being covered in our spooge. Beth whispered, “Isn’t this nice? We reek of sex.”
“Want some more?”
“The answer is always yes but I have to rest a bit. My heart is still beating like crazy.”
“I think I will refer to you as my fuckball partner from now on.”
“Yeah, but we play by different rules. You have a great pickle and I’m having a ball. Can we do this every day, maybe every morning?”
“I have a problem with the mornings. My ex liked sex in the morning and I liked sex at night. We compromised and had sex in the morning.”
She laughed at my remark. “Actually, you can fuck me any old time. Full access, twenty-four, seven.”
“Full access? Is your ass tighter than your pussy?”
“I don’t know. I guess. I mean, I never fucked myself that way so I wouldn’t know.” She laughed again. Then she paused, thought for a moment and said, “I’d like to try that. If you bi guys love ass-fucking so much maybe there’s something to it.”
“It’s just another way to have fun, that’s all.”
She stretched her body, rubbing herself over me. My dick responded.
“Hello, Mr. Cock. Are you all rested?” She reached down and stroked my growing wood. “Oooh, it likes that. How do you like this, Mr. Cock?”
She slid onto me, sliding deeply until it touched her cervix. She rested, feeling it fill her. Then she slowly moved up and down and I responded in kind. This was a more subtle fuck with very gentle movement. We began to kiss, sliding our tongues around and swapping cum-laced spit. I cupped one breast, slightly rubbing the nipple.
“You have great tits, did I tell you that?”
“My nipples are very sensitive. I can cum from just you playing with them. Don’t stop.”
I pulled at the nipple and she gasped. I rolled her over on her back and plunged deeper into her. With long, slow strokes, we fucked. I felt her skin erupt in heat; it was chicken skin. I could feel her light blond hair on her arms stand up. I ran my hand down to her small pearl of a clit and I flicked it. She was hardly moving on the outside but her inner muscles were gripping and releasing me. I felt her flutter. She rose up and fed me a breast. As I licked and sucked, I felt her vagina quiver. My cum began to slowly drip into her. It was a steady stream, not shooting, more like oozing. Her vagina locked onto me and she began to cum in hiccups. Finally, she lifted a bit and squirted over me. Then, she let out a long sigh and laid back down on me. She felt good but the puddle I was in felt a bit weird.
We slept for about an hour. My dick had long since slipped out and I was drenched in a sex potpourri.
“I think we have to shower. I don’t know about you, but I’m a mess, a delicious mess.”
We headed into the shower where we washed each other. I had a great time while I washed her breasts, leaving no nipple unturned. Meanwhile, she made sure that my every inch, especially my balls were cleansed. As we were rinsing off, she had her back to me. While my dick traveled up and down her ass crack, she wiggled and squeezed her cheeks. We had even more fun toweling off which was delayed by a delicate, sensual blowjob.
Back in the bedroom, after she replaced the bedding, she asked, “Can we fuck again? I am so turned on.”
“You are such a brat! So demanding! But, more important, how is your shoulder feeling?”
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