Sex of My Dreams
Hot damn! What started off as a little fucking mature lady innocent internet flirting ended up in the hottest sex I've ever had in my life.
I'd all but given up my search for decent, fuckable men in my area and then out of the blue he turns up. Just turned 18 in August; a mere baby. At first I was thinking that he wouldn't have the slightest idea how to please a woman, or that he wouldn't have any interest in a larger woman like me. But since I had nothing better to do, I decided to give him a go, and god! I'm so glad I did.
It was 2:30 in the morning when we started talking and by 3:15 he had me convinced to come pick him up and drive around for a while. As I was pulling up to his apartment I saw him walking and right away I thought, "He's short, and damn he needs to eat some more." But then he opened the door to my car and stuck his head inside.
"Hey," he said and smiled. His face and his smile were enough to knock me off my feet. He's Hispanic, just the way I like 'em, and he had his left eyebrow pierced. I started to get nervous. We drove around for a while, talking about music and whatever little thing I could find to fill the silence with. We made it all the way to the park and some guy yelled to me, "Hey you don't have your lights on!" Oh lord, I was so nervous when I saw him I forgot to turn my lights back on. That could've resulted in a ticket, which would've made the situation even worse.
Oh well. Finally I said, "If you give me a call tomorrow, you can come over to my house, if you want." I really was thinking that after seeing me he wouldn't want to come over. I dropped him back off at his apartment and went home dripping wet. The second thing I did after locking the door behind me was to go straight to my room, drop my clothes, and spread some lube over my throbbing clit. I don't think my pussy has ever been that hot; if I had been outside in the cold, there probably would have been steam rising from it. I spent a good half hour using my vibrator imagining the ways he would fuck me tomorrow, if he called at all. Finally, I couldn't bear to hold my orgasm in any longer, and I came with my face stuffed in a pillow so I wouldn't wake up anyone else in the house. It was the most explosive orgasm I've had….well, since ever. I had to change my sheets because of the huge wet spot I left on the bed.
The next day, I woke up at 12 PM and immediately went on the internet hoping to catch him. He wasn't on when I signed on, but almost right after I got there, he signed on and sent me and IM saying he couldn't wait to see me later that night. I giggled with glee behind my computer and sent him an IM back telling him to call me when fucking mature lady he was ready.
I'm sure you all know how it feels to have to wait for something you want. Well let me tell you, it was seven hours of pure torture that I had to wait for that boy to call me. Seven hours, and I used my vibrator twice. I was one horny little slut by the time he finally called me.
So I popped in my car and went to pick him up, and he looked just as hot as he had the night before. I was positively vibrating with sexual energy. I felt like I could barely drive. Lucky thing he doesn't live too far from me. We got to my house and I immediately broke out the alcohol. Stupid me, I only had one bottle of the black cherry stuff, but luckily he didn't want any and I downed the whole bottle rather quickly.
We went to my room and I put in a movie to fill the silence for a while. I looked his body up and down as he watched the movie but I knew he could see me looking because when I turned away I felt his eyes on me. He was skinny, but I love the feel of hipbones grinding into me. I smiled at him like the cat that ate the canary and told him to take off his shirt. I wanted to feel those hipbones for myself.
His body wasn't really muscled, but the hipbones made up for it. I knew either my ass or my pussy was going to be bruised at the end of the night. "Bring it on," I thought and I straddled his thin body, grinding my pussy against him; just a little though. God, think of the embarrassment if I left a stain on his shorts! He was lying underneath me, and looking a little smug as he lifted my shirt up and I took it off completely. I unsnapped my bra and he tore it off my body, throwing it haphazardly to the side. He grabbed my tits and started squeezing for all his little hands were worth. My nipples got hard the moment his thumb brushed one of them and he noticed the change. He roughly pulled me closer to him and locked his mouth onto my nipple.
Ordinarily, my nipples aren't very sensitive, but when he pulled gently with his teeth, lord, what a sensation. I think my pussy must have gotten even hotter as he switched nipples and then proceeded to leave a huge hickey on my left breast.
I could feel the moisture trapped in my silky undies and I lifted off him. He tried to help me undo his belt and I slapped his fingers away. "Let me," I said to him or some fool thing like that. I unbuckled his belt as quick as I could and he lifted his ass so I could slip them off. I could hardly wait to see what lay beneath his boxer briefs.
He wanted me to suck him off, but I said, "I don't blow strangers." I finally slid his boxers down his hips and the first words out of my mouth were, "Holy shit!" It wasn't that he was long, he was just incredibly thick. To use a popular description, his cock was as big around as a beer can.
I pulled his boxers down even further and started stroking that monster. I teased him for a while, bringing my lips close to his cock but never actually touching it. I breathed across it, stuck my tongue out and brought it close, oh so close, to the huge head, but I didn't touch him once. It was difficult to control myself, but I wanted him to come over again, and if I sucked his cock now, he might not feel the need to come back.
Before we had gotten together today, he had told me his favorite position was from behind. I got off the bed and took off my black underwear and my skirt. "Come on then," I told him. "I wanna feel that huge cock stretch the shit out of me." He stepped out of the boxer briefs and I realized I had forgotten the condom. By this time I wasn't in my right mind, and I totally forgot how to put on a condom. My hands were shaking and I couldn't roll it down. Finally he took over and in one smooth move, he pushed it all the way down his cock, which had grown even larger since the first time I had seen it.
He pulled me to him, my ass hitting up against his monster, the side of my face pressed against his, and he softly brushed his fingertips across my nipples. We kissed, not really a passionate one, but I could feel the heat coming from him. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
His soft touches quickly turned rough and he squeezed my nipples hard. Nearly throwing me down onto the bed, he took as much of my ass cheeks in his hands as he could and squeezed. He spread my thighs apart and seemed to be taking a look at my dripping cunt. Suddenly, I felt the tip of his thick cock start to push at my slit and as is slid little by little inside of me, I screamed into my comforter in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It felt even bigger than it had looked and when I thought he could go no further, I felt him push against my womb and his balls pressed into my throbbing clit.
What I had seen was him, only half hard. He was a keeper. I clenched my muscles around him, almost feeling the ridges in his cock. He stayed absolutely still for a few moments, maybe allowing my tunnel to get used to his girth. And then all of a sudden he began thrusting. Every time he thrust into me, he hit my womb, and tears started to form in my eyes.
After a while it stopped hurting and all I could feel was the wave of pleasure that swept over me every time he pushed himself inside. The whole time we were fucking I was moaning, "Ay dios, oh god!"
"Harder," I screamed at him in Spanish and he sped up his pace, his balls slapping audibly against my clit, which by now felt ready to explode.
It was not long before I came, screaming and writhing underneath him, my hands clutching desperately to the sheets. He never stopped once, just kept fucking me, and I let loose a string of Spanish obscenities at him as he abused my pussy and my clit. I almost longed for him to finish with me, but the adrenaline built back up as he continued to fuck me. That's when I started pushing back. I pushed my ass back at him as he impaled me, our bodies slammed together loudly.
The first thing he said in all that time, "That's right, my little gordita, fuck me back." His hands spread my ass cheeks which jiggled with each movement we made together and I could feel another orgasm coming. The pleasure built and surged through my body and I came again. And STILL, he kept on going. I was going to kick his leg and make him stop, but finally he exploded filling the condom and I could feel his cum oozing out of my hole and dripping down my leg. Neither of us moved for what seemed like hours. My cunt was twitching around him, squeezing any last drops of cum out of his softening dick. I collapsed on the bed and he collapsed on top of me; we stayed like that for a long time.
Finally when both of us had begun to breathe normally, and my legs had stopped shaking. He got off me and reached for some toilet paper I kept next to the bed. He was gentleman enough to pull off a wad and hand it to me, and I quickly shoved it between my legs. I stumbled to the bathroom and spent a good ten minutes cleaning fucking mature lady myself up. My pussy ached from the stretching he had given me. When I returned to my room, he was all dressed looking as if nothing had happened.
I really didn't know what to say him besides, "Damn!" He just smiled at me, and waited for me to get dressed. I did and then I collapsed on the bed, the part where there wasn't a wet spot. He laid next to me and we kissed, this time passionately. His hand caressed my face and brushed back the stray hairs that were nearly plastered to my face with sweat. Pulling away I asked him, "Are you sure you're only 18?" He laughed at me and showed me his I.D.
As soon as I was feeling able to drive, I said, "Let's go." We drove off to his apartment and I dropped him off.
"When do you wanna get together again?" he asked me and I laughed. "I don't know how much more of you I can handle." I wasn't even joking; my whole body was sore from the fucking he had given me.
He laughed and said, "I'll call you," and I just nodded in agreement.
I could end the story right there, but I won't. We've gotten together three times since then. We met on Saturday night and fucked on Sunday; today is Wednesday. And every night this week the sex has been just as incredible as it was on Sunday.
Tonight we met at a park that's a block from my house. He told me to wear my skirt and no underwear, so I did and sat on a picnic table waiting for him to show up. It was dark and there was no one around, so I didn't mind as the wind blew my skirt further up my legs and I felt it as it blew across my pussy.