Paul turned himself until he was able to bury his head between her strong young legs, his tongue searching briefly before burrowing into her warm pussy. Her clit was already hard and as he sucked it, a delicious little fruit that tasted sweet with a hint of saltiness on his tongue. Fingers explored her tight buttocks seeking treasure in her valley between her legs. He slipped one into her wet pussy, sliding in deeper and deeper until he could go no further so he began a slow finger-fuck. As she became wetter with his ministrations, so he slipped another finger in to join the first, then another, speeding up his rhythm.
Thrills ran through Peggy’s body as she felt the thickness of three fingers fucking her pussy faster and faster. She moaned as she pumped away on his cock with her lips and mouth automatically matching his increasing pace. Her fingers worked at his balls as if they were dough that required kneading and she felt them tighten under the pressure. Paul arched his back to give her as much access to his iron-hard cock and she reciprocated by managing to slip even more of that gorgeous meat into her mouth, feeling the head up against the back of her throat.
”Oh, fuck, oh, Peggy! I am going to cum soon babe. Oh yes! Drink my cum, sweetheart…”
She tightened her lips around the shaft, sucking and releasing in quick spasms, eyes closed and waiting for the hot splash of cum against the back of her throat. Her pussy tingled and a tightening inside her belly told her she was about to cum too. He had withdrawn the fingers and was now sucking noisily on her cunt, slipping his tongue in deep and licking at her sweet juices.
His cock pulsed in her mouth and a hot jet of cum flooded over her tongue, washing against the back of her throat. She swallowed just in time to catch the second spurt, then a third. Cum filled her mouth with it’s special slightly-salty taste as she licked at every drop coming out of him, not wishing to waste any of that delightful warm cream. It sent her over the edge, the sensation of hot liquid slashing inside her mouth, and she felt her pussy tighten, then pulse as she released her own hot juices. Paul groaned and began munching at her pulsing pussy, lapping her juices and licking deep inside her to catch all that he could. As their orgasms ebbed, each licked the other clean.
Peggy sat up on the bed, crossing her legs so as to give him a five star view of her damp pussy. Her mouth, wet with his cum, lifted in a warm, satisfied smile while her eyes burned with that special ‘just fucked’ glow that makes a woman so very desirable. Paul rose into a similar position opposite her and smiled as her hand reached over to fondle his cock that, although slightly deflated after delivering such a huge load, was still surprisingly erect. He too was smiling a wet grin with her pussy juices smeared over the lower part of his face. Both leaned towards each other and their lips met in a pouting kiss that quickly degenerated into an open mouth, tongue wrestling passionate exchange. Cum mingled with cum and they shared it in a ritual of love that had them clinging together as closely as their cross-legged position allowed.
Soon they had fallen onto the bed, legs entwined, their bodies pressing urgently together. Peggy felt his newly hardened cock thrusting into the valley between her legs and she gasped slightly as his thick knob pushed into her wet pussy, sliding in deeper and deeper as he pressed against her. He made small mewling noises as he began to thrust against her, going steadily faster and faster. She wrapped her long legs around him, just under his buttocks and pulled him in as tightly as she could, thrusting her pelvis up against him, picking up the rhythm of his gyrations. Peggy’s nipples were rock hard and she loved the sensation as the mat of hair on his chest rubbed against them each time he thrust his huge cock into her. In the height of their passion there mouths came apart and both gasped air as their fucking became faster, more feverish.
”Oh yes, yes…Oh honey! Cum for me!” She managed to gasp in his ear. Her pearly teeth latched onto his left earlobe and she began biting and nibbling on it, flicking her tongue into his ear periodically before clamping down again on the lobe.
”Oh fuck, bite you bitch.” Paul grunted as he shoved his cock in deep as it could go. Peggy felt his balls pressing against her wide stretched cunt as if they too wanted to pop inside her.
”Take it all, bitch. I’m gonna shoot a load deep in your belly!”
She slipped her head around until she could seal his mouth with a hot, tongue-thrusting kiss. Her fingers clawed at his back and somewhere dimly in the bright lit haze of passion she realized she was raking skin. Their mouths parted and Paul stretched his head up until he was facing the ceiling, his voice ragged as he cried, “Aaaaahhh…oh, fuck. Oh my fucking God! I’m gonna cum…”
Peggy knew she was close as her pussy began pulsing with the first spasms of orgasm. It felt as if her eager cunt was sucking on his great cock, siphoning the cum right out of his balls.
”Oh, yes…Oh fuck yes, Paul. Cum, honey. I want to feel your hot cream inside me!”
His whole body shuddered as he thrust himself into her. Mouths met and kisses became one as he began to squirt his load deep inside her. Hot creamy cum splashed deep inside her as his hard cock fired off shot after shot. Her pussy reacted with a flood of cum of her own, sucking rhythmically, clinging tightly to his pulsing hot cock while it emptied its load so deep inside her she felt the heat in her belly.
They clung together breathing heavily as his cock shrank back to rest after that monumental marathon fuck. Sticky cum, both his and hers mixed together, dribbled from her ravaged pussy soaking his balls and her legs but they ignored that and clung together kissing passionately as their love fever abated for now.
Peggy left his house in the small dark hours before sun-up, before nosey neighbours peeked from shuttered windows to render judgement upon the actions of their peers. Her house seemed somehow lonely and darker than she’d ever noticed it to be so she turned her TV on setting the sound to a mutter before traipsing off to bed.
* * * * *
Paul lay back with his hands behind his head, his naked body catching the first light of day coming through the open window. He had only napped for an hour or two since Peggy left but now he was wide awake and deep in thought. It had been an incredible night, what started off as a quick wank over some sultry centerfold had ended up as a monumental night of fucking and sucking with a gorgeous young woman. Like every man’s dream come true. Peggy sure was cute, her young, lithe body a pleasure in every way while he was beginning to show the slip into middle age. He glanced down over his chest, critically appraising the slight bulge of his midriff. Must do some workout, he thought. But that was not his main reason for his post coital melancholy. It was more to do with Sarah.
Everything had happened so fast from the moment Peggy walked into his bedroom butt-naked and from that instant his ‘little head’ had taken the helm while his wiser ‘big head’ lay back and went along for the ride. A chance of fucking a gorgeous nineteen-year-old woman is something any guy over forty would find hard to pass up and for that he made no excuses, but he’d seen the way she had looked at him after their wild session. There had been a bright glow in her eyes and he’d felt her radiate love like spring sunshine. He sighed at the tender memory, uncurled his arms from behind his head and rolled over to his side. Somehow he knew this had not been a one-off as far as she was concerned. She would be back and it was only fair that he tell her about his fiancée…Sarah of the golden hair and the warm green eyes. Sarah whose love for him was more than he knew how to quantify. Sarah…he drifted off into a deep sleep.
* * * * *
Saturday morning a maroon soft-top BMW skidded to a halt in front of Paul’s house, like a small but spirited stallion reigned in by its rider. Long legs slid from the open driver’s door followed by Sarah Jolly, her honey blonde hair swirling with dancing highlights as turned her head to take in the surrounding scenery. At thirty-six years of age she still cut an imposing figure. Paul came from the house, his arms spread wide; head slightly atilt and a big, sloppy smile on his face. She went to him in that hesitant stumbling run so unique to women and allowed herself to fall forward into his waiting arms.
Paul gathered her to him in a hug that was just short of crushing. He felt her breasts press up against his chest as their lips met in a wild tongue-entwining kiss. Paul’s hand stroked her back, down to her buttocks grasping one of her tight buns in his hand and giving it a squeeze. Her dress was some silky material that slipped delightfully beneath his skin giving him the sensation that her ass was wet and slippery. She wasn’t wearing panties. Not that that was unusual he knew, as she preferred to wear a thong.
”Show me where the kettle is lover?” She stage whispered after breaking their kiss. “I’m positively parched!”
Breaking their clinch but holding on to her hand, Paul led her into his house chatting about everything and nothing as he held open the door. He didn’t see the curtain in the house across the road drop back into place and sway back and forth for he had only eyes for his beloved.
Once in the house Sarah kicked off her high heels and shrugged out of her jacket. Paul busied himself boiling the kettle and selecting through his impressive range of tea.
“Earl grey?” He queried. He’d already chosen Darjeerling for himself but knew she preferred the slightly perfumed taste of the Earl. Her answer confirmed his guess and he popped the bags into two cups.
“I have missed you so much, my darling.” Sarah leaned her backside against the table, hands supporting her on the table behind.
“Me too.” He replied. “How is England? It seems like years instead of a few months since you went over there.”
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