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Story: Lust, and a Younger Man
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Story: Lust, and a Younger Man He crowded the woman, and cornered her into giving in. Yet, she played stoic to his advances, staring him straight as he puckered and licked his lips. “Are you going to, do it?” she asked indifferently before looking away from his icing eyes. He smirked, drawing his finger to her chin. “Isn’t that what you asked me here for?” She feigned a disgusted sigh as her back hit the wall, palming it cool to support her more than curving appeal. His fingers inched slowly down parting the threads to the packed wares straining from her dress. There he crept and slid into the voluptuous rift that made up her rounded breasts, and cupped the softness in his hands. Upon his even closer physical examination, he found no bra supporting this lush aspect of her - just her pebbled nips, excitedly stiff and rigid pointing straight and hard from all the needed attention. The sudden moment of his<b> skilled </font></b>manipulations descended upon her, and she started lessened her resolve feeling her conscience stricken and spiraling down toward the flavor of troubling sin. She played the lovely mother in public, keeping well the prim and proper appearance for all prying eyes to see. But when he came knocking, she lost it all to this young man actively pushing her toward a wanton desire to break all such pretenses. The ragged breath escaped from her lips, as she cursed him under breath when he locked into the moment and positioned himself between her rapidly spreading thighs. He grabbed at her side, at her dress raising it to her waist. He did this grunting into her, smacking his mouth and marking her with an impressionable reminder of their upcoming copulation upon her neck as he lifted her up and onto him. The thin cloth wrinkled under the impending wave of growing sex streaming from the both of them. And her, ever ready for it, made such a trip an easier situation for the anxiously vibrant bad boy from her part of what slang as the ‘hood: she wore nothing that would even prevent him from slipping into her wet and waiting folds when the denim cords of his crotch touched her burning loins. Exposed, and petted into a heavy grinding motion, she rode the dry fuck of his youthfulness with legs locked around his thighs and her nub of a clit puckered into play. “Yeah, yeah! Oh fuck yeah,” he bellowed. “Fuck yeah,” she screamed in her mind as the charge of naughty thoughts bounced in every direction of her imagination. She already soaked and stained the cream of her climax upon his jeans, and he had yet to stick his cock into her. She drew even closer to his rippled muscles contracting as he powered their foreplay when he tapped her back into the wall with every thrust - no tenderness, just the growing need for the both of them to feel it done. His aching cock straining hard against the metallic zipper of his jeans signaled the passing, and she willed herself to hold him tighter when both her hands came to it. He looked down and then up at her wide eyes, as he saw her tongue panting heavy out of her mouth; the young man was visually excited by the very thought the older woman was finally going to touch his dick. Even after a struggle with it, the teething zipper would only deny her for so long before she soon freed the mass and palmed it. It stood tall and quivering, the cock with much of the rounded head shining due to percolating trickle of precum from the opening. “You,” she moaned with all the composure she could muster, “…are going to do it, in here, now, ok?” She pointed to the call of her pulsing wet pussy - the bald lips and folds seem to invite him to feel welcomed within it. Yet, he never moved, and she began wondering if he were teasing her. The worry set in slightly as she watched the cocky lines of his face turn stoic suddenly when he looked at her with darkened eyes. Without a word, his index finger slipped into the moist heat and he fingered the creamy residue of her after-wash onto it. The candy coated pleasure gleamed in the light, where he sniffed it briefly as though he was enjoying the musk of her sensuality. She looked at him intently when he brought it to her lips and with her breaking smile she opened her mouth for a quick taste. The real fuck began immediate, and she never realized it before it was too late that he engaged the first move when he stuck his member into her. Her back hit wall once again hard, before both of them fell into the rhythmic thumping of sex echoing throughout his apartment. The young man, with his hands on her ample ass, filled her completely, and then some - she adjusted herself to his expanding cock as she pumped, sucked, and milking his cum filled ball sack into giving her what she really wanted: a big sticky mess inside her open cunt. She arched her back for him to penetrate the very reaches of her sex; she hit bottom several times, landing on the base of his shaft just so she could feel the jutting head aim for the deep inside. Her clit burned like a fiery bulb, and she made sure that it too got an attentive feel when her pussy made contact. He maintained with a sweaty concentrated mask over his face as he drilled the very motion of his releasing his climax into the waiting channels of this older woman’s waiting hole. He wanted to do it in her, now, as she so vocally explained; who was he to keep her from her wish. The flexing woman caught wind at the impending situation with each twitch of his cock, and each slip of his own control waning. She slid faster up and down his dick, spewing verbal delights like hot whispers as she nibbled his ear. “Are you going to, bust your nuts inside this mommy?” she cooed. “Cum inside, and I’ll show you what it does. Do it, now, yes?” He never got to see his masterpiece - he only felt the strain of dizzy euphoria cannon out from his dick when he threw his head back and fired shot after shot as he impaled his full might into her cunt. She took it all in riding the waves as he did, even as the mess squirted out from her lips. He filled her to the brim with so much white bubbly that even had his own cock was swimming in it, the residue stringing down to his balls. The cougar purred from the aftermath as his cock slipped from out her folds. She kissed him with a sincere peck on the lips, tender and meaningful and he returned it with a probing tongue wrapping dance with hers. As he continued necking her, she felt his stirring prick slapping against her thigh. Quite delicious, she remembered as she ran her fingers through his hair. Apparently, making out against the wall for the both of them again turned exciting, and her mind raced with the very thought of crossing temptation with all the consequences she could enjoy with her new young lover. He prayed on her this Mother’s Day morning, so why can't she, return the favor? With a small whimsical thought tapping in her mind and with a still pulsating pussy to push into it, she jerked his growing cock into attentive play. |
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