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07/05/2020
I checked the clothes and his thin boxer shorts were the most dry. The shirt was damp and the pants were damper. I could have gotten the blow dryer out and used that on the clothes to speed up the process. But I didn’t want him to leave. I felt an urgency like never before. I took his clothes back to the sink to rinse and wring them out again. I put them back on the chair to dry. Daryl took a little longer in the shower than the previous time. He wasn’t going to be able to leave. At least that was what I thought. In order to make it look like I wasn’t trying to keep him there, I told him that I needed to shower too. I had nurse classes to go to. He exited the steam filled bathroom with the towel around his waist and I quickly entered.
It felt good to wash away the sweat and and clean my backside thoroughly. I dripped residual semen from my anus. I did a meticulous cleansing of both entrances. My sadness increased. I was washing away Daryl’s scent from my body. The unrelenting quench for more of Daryl would not leave me. I had to have more of him. His penis but most importantly, his cum. I was becoming obsessed with it. From his premature ejaculation to the oral consumption to the deep rectal injection. I imagined some still swimming deep up inside of me. If he stayed, could he possibly get it up again? I had to find out.
Time was running out. After exiting the shower with just a towel around my body, I checked on Daryl. He had a discouraged look on his face as he was sitting on the edge of the couch bed staring at the wall. His clothes were still wet. Did he suspect me?
“You can get dressed. I know you need to leave. It’s okay. I have to go too. I have class,” I lied.
I told him I could leave him a key and when his clothes were dry, he could leave and put the key under the door matt. He was surprised that I would leave him there alone. I mentioned how important nursing classes were to me. I could tell he was not looking forward to being left alone in my apartment. His eyebrows raised with concern, he asked if I could wait a little longer while his clothes dried so we could leave together. I feigned urgency by telling him that I couldn’t possibly be late for class and if he was worried that he wouldn’t be back to Nina’s by five. Five, six. No big difference he says. Like that, my window of opportunity opened. I pretended to mull over the inconvenience of staying.
I had gone to my closet faking like I was picking out clothes to put on. With a sigh of resignation, I told him that I would make up the class another day. I did not have any class to go to that evening. Class would resume in my apartment with Daryl.
“Remember I said I wanted to be your first everything? Well, technically you’re still a virgin,” I teased.
He looked at me confused. I stepped right in front of him and sat down on his lap like a child asking Santa what they want for Christmas. And I did do that.
I flirted by asking,”Do you want to show me what you’ve learned today?”
His eyes widened. He had trouble articulating what he had learned. He was trying to put it in words. The professor I had become that afternoon took over. I told him again that if he got hard again, it would last longer than the last one. It was longer the last act we were together. He just listened attentively. I swung my legs around to straddle Daryl with my arms around his neck. He smiled as I talked like the teacher. I could feel his towel rising. This was incredible. I don’t know how but Daryl was getting an erection. I thought I would have to talk and wait much longer before that would happen. I completely relaxed with time becoming so much less of an issue. I thought I was going to be rushed.
I coyly stood up and pushed him down on his back. He let me move him any way I wanted. I picked up his feet and legs so that he was laying flat on the bed. I stopped talking. I began massaging his feet and up to his calves. He was looking straight at me wondering. I spread his legs as and went down on my knees. I motioned for him to scoot down. He did. I slid my hands up his thighs. His feet were on the floor. I could see under his towel. He was getting harder but from the angle I could only see it lying flat as its head was pointing up against Daryl’s waist. I slid my hands further up and under the towel. I had Daryl lift his waist up enough so that I could take off the towel.
The sight of him completely naked was mesmerizing. That golden brown little god that he was for me. My hands fondled his testicles and gripped and rubbed his hardening penis. It was fully erect now. There would be no premature anything this time. His penis had adjusted. I eyed the prize. I bent down with my head and guided the penis into my hungering mouth. I recognized the Dove soap scent he had used in my shower. My hand gripping and stroking. I was heating up. I felt the moisture between my legs. Head in mouth, I sucked, licked and slurped, gripping and stroking.
Daryl had put his head back, reached out his hands and was lovingly caressing my hair. Gone was the nervous boy. He was relaxed. I could hear my stomach grumble. I hadn’t eaten anything all day. I wanted to devour his penis. I wanted him to shoot a massive load in my mouth so I could swallow it again. I took his penis from my mouth and told Daryl to pull himself up. Lifting his feet off the rug, he reclined with his head up on the pillow and back rest of the couch bed like lounging to watch tv.
I mounted him. I still had my towel on. I was feeling confident enough to take it off. I would have to let him see me fully regardless of my hangups. On his lap I guided Daryl to take it off. He did…I pulled my shoulders back to elongate my body. The flabby rolls of my stomach I tried to suck in with an inhale. Oh well, there I was completely bare and still holding on to the remaining body self image issues. But we both were. No pretensions. Nothing between us but our naked flesh. The moment was breathtaking.
He stared directly at my flopping round fatty breasts. I was a little forward of his lap. More on his belly and could feel that incredible penis poking my lower back right above my ass cheeks. He looked at my pussy. The wooly mass of fur. My soggy lips sponged down on his abdomen. Daryl was fascinated with my breasts. He reached with both hands and cupped them to gently grip and caress them. I felt wetter.
I moved up my knees straddling his chest and bent over so he could take them in his mouth. I so loved this. I was nursing him again. This time, he alternated between them. He couldn’t get enough. I could tell. All so delicately. Gripping and caressing my huge boobies and nipples. He was hungry. Sucking my nipples with desire. Time started to become more and more gradual again between us. The mattress occasionally groaned and squeaked from our weight. Tame heat from his nostrils like pleasing puffs of steam against my skin. I was protective as he cuddled them closer.
I reached behind with one hand to double-check my phallus. Yes. Mine. Clutching its solid state. I itched to back up and implant it where it belonged. I rose up and Daryl had to disengage from his nursing. I leaned down my ass extending backward and bumping the erection while I kissed his lips. I wanted him to remain attached in our oral lock. His nostrils whiffed on the side of my face. I could stay like that forever. The thought of his lips instantly reminded me of how his mouth greeted my womb in our last session.
I said, “ Move down a little.”
He rearranged himself lower but still inclined so my crotch was right in his face.
“A little more,” I demanded.
He looked puzzled. He did as I told with his head tilted up and his body still lying flat. I was directly above him, my damp and shaggy pussy ready for his linguist studies. I had to use my back muscles to stay upright, using the top of the couch as leverage. I had to bend at the waist and I caught a view of my belly rolls underneath. I lowered myself down to his waiting mouth. He understood now. His lips kissed mine, sopping them up. He had learned well. He was an incredible kisser for his age. He began to French kiss inside my surface walls. I fought for my breath as a thrill went through me. The texture of his rigid tongue pressed me. I could sense his stiff tongue tip. I seized his dampening locks of curls with both hands.
I whispered in his ear, “ Suck my clit.”
He pondered what I was saying. I reached my hand down and pinched the folds over my clit to pull back the curtain. My rigid little nub protruded out. His eyes widened. He accepted. I felt like a rash needed to be scratched. I was ignited. He sucked my clitoris raw. Maybe his teeth were slightly grating during his sucking. It didn’t matter. The enjoyment was far greater as I was overwhelmed and would not look back.
Flashes of delight overcame me. I was panting. I could feel myself dripping out. To my surprise he alternated between thrusting his stiff tongue inside and returned to suck my knob. Oh God. The feeling.
“Lick the roof,’ I said.
He didn’t obey this time. He didn’t understand. I repeated myself,
“The ceiling inside. Lick it clean.”
The tip of his tongue was firmly scraping me. He hit the spot… I jerked and let out a whine. He did it again. The chorus began: Kiss lips…suck knob… sink tongue deep…grind tip on roof. It played over and over. I was getting wobbly. Ripples of joy. I was making inaudible whimpering and with my mouth open was having silent wails. My breath was abnormal. I was thrusting my crotch back and forth in his face. My hands clenched behind his head. And then, it hit me… I erupted.
Daryl held me me tight, his hand cupping my cheeks. My thighs buckled. A wave washed over me. Something like an electrical current was running right through my vagina. With an unending exhale, the tide went back. I caught my breath…I was cleansed. I had to take a break as I pulled my body back from Daryl. My eyes were shut trying to reorient my mind. This Daryl was serving me heaven on a plate. And it’s what I ordered from the menu.
This boy. He was astonishing. Maybe I felt that way because of his age. I don’t know. He learned so well and so fast. I had to reward him. I bent back and down to kiss him again. I could smell myself. I could taste myself. It didn’t matter because Daryl didn’t seem to complain. I kissed him savagely. He put his hands near my waist, his palms sweating on my sweaty flesh. I deliberately moved downward, scooting my waist and buttocks down toward Daryl’s penis. I felt flush as I went. My hormones raged. Specifically that LH one that I learned from class. Luteinizing. I never forgot that word.
Looking down at Daryl’s face, and with my hands on his chest, I was sitting upright. I hovered over. His penis went from straight up in the air to being pressed fast and pointing toward my belly button underneath my slippery pussy. Our eyes were locked again. I began to rock my hips forward and back rubbing his shaft over my lips and clit. Over and over I did this. I was teasing him. Hands still on my waist, Daryl bucked several times. I wanted this now more than anything. I slid back and raised my waist ever so slightly for the next pass to catch the head. My decelerated thrusts brushing his penis that had sprung up from being matted down. I was attempting to catch his crown. I was having trouble.
I stopped, reached back, and captured his warm muscle. I looked down at Daryl. I set the point flush up against my puckered labia. Daryl’s mouth opened as if to mouth the words “o” as I descended. His face was in silent awe as I felt it glide inside without resistance. I felt an overwhelming sigh of relief with his blazing rod soothing my itching inner sleeve. I didn’t clutch it as it pushed in deeper. His penis continued steadily. Daryls’ mouth and jaw dropped quietly further. I could incubate his tower of flesh. I wanted it fully in. And it was now.
I inhaled and exhaled deeply when his testicles thumped my border last unable to get in. Daryl peered at me with eyes glistening wide. Yes dear, I said to myself. Like a colt, Daryl knew little beyond the first steps of the course but he was going to be ridden. Firmly in the saddle, I pulled all the way out his head almost getting loose until I shoved back down. I could tell that he loved it. I did this one more time.
My slickness smoothing the way. My pussy was humming with delight with each penetration. My inner silk wrapped around his iron. I picked up the pace. He grasped my breasts and fondled them again.
“You really like these, don’t you?,” I taunted.
He nodded his head up and down in agreement. Then his hands fell to my waist. He was anchored there watching his arms rise and fall in sync with my bobbing. His pelvis was trying to catch my rhythm. He would find it only to fall out of rhythm and find it again. The cushion squeaked louder with my abandonment. I was slamming his penis in and out. Squishing sounds emanating from my pumping. I gazed down to see my extract turned white and thickening on both of our bodies.
This sex was therapeutic for me. I was grunting with each plunge of his penis. My breathing picked up steam. Poor Daryl below was getting a workout. It appeared he wanted to please me so he tried lifting himself up but I was controlling the action. My knees straddling his sides, I slid them back to bring my torso down. My belly was flat with his. My breasts ironed his chest. I placed my hands on the sides of his head. He did the same to me. Something changed. Our eye contact became intense. He was panting and breathing with me. I was fixated on him. He was all mine. He had a helpless look. He was so vulnerable.
These emotional connections increased with our bodies meshing. The feeling of him inside of me more than just sex. We were beginning to merge at another level. His touch increased that. If I could only get more of him. A lust overcame us. I flattened out on him to lay missionary style. My legs were between his kicking out his thighs wider to let me dominate. His slender body beneath mine.This tightened my clinch around his radiating baton stuck deep inside.
There’s no nice way to say this but I began fucking him. My pussy felt like the penetrator. Me on top, I was pumping him. My clitoris rubbing as I went. I felt that vibration building. He took my face in to embrace my lips with his. A lava flow of longing seized me. Savoring each others mouths and saliva. We were in non verbal speech. A religious speaking of tongues engulfed us. His hands moved to clutch my ass. His strong hold pulling me deeper. He spread his legs so I could bury myself deeper. I felt a twitch in his member. No. Not yet.
I started to pull out. His tip still inserted I backed away toward the edge of the bed. I did not want to fully release him. I was keeping his shaft from getting stimulation. I was falling backwards off of the bed and we had this sort of slow motion chapter where he attempted to catch me from sliding completely off. My toes on the floor were the only thing preventing my fall while my other leg was bent with my knee on the mattress in an awkward pose. Daryl held me enough but not enough that he slipped out but we were so close that we did not lose contact. His phallic skin stuck on my lips.
He scampered his body down near the edge to rescue mine. His firm hand in the small of my back braced me. He helped my pretzeled leg straighten out. I coordinated the rest. He was sitting up, his feet planted squarely on the carpet. It was a clumsy movement but I managed to get my other leg up and on the bed. I put my arms around his neck and arranged myself so that I had both of my legs wrapped around Daryl. I could only do this because of his strong hands propping up my back. I would have surely fallen if not for that.
“Thank you,” I said.
We were not fulling embracing and I looked down to see his erection covered in my coagulating froth. We were still attached, his penis up against my pussy. I detected the thick scent of passion. We both stayed there a few moments kind of giggling. My arms still around his neck, I tugged him closer to reengage our kissing affair. Our naked wet bodies catching the fans breeze.
I paused with,”Don’t let me go, okay?,”
Thoughts about my bodies imperfections disappeared. Daryl did that. He accepted me fully. Daryl was officially not a virgin anymore. I swelled up with a degree of pride. But like I said to him earlier, I wanted it to be special. I yearned to have that penis back inside of me. That brief respite had to have calmed him from boiling over. Had to keep the tank level because it was only a matter of time before it would escape up the hose. I released one hand from around Daryl’s neck. I lifted and moved closer. I reached down and grabbed that hard dick and placed it right at my thirsty entrance. I needed quenching.
I lowered myself down engulfing him. I thought it was fully in until Daryl moved.
“Wait,”, I cried out.
This angle, this position changed the game. I had to straighten my back to keep upright. Moving forward almost off the edge of the mattress, Daryl’s cock barreled, what felt like, two more inches in. It was digging deeper. As if his penis had grown. My cervix was pierced. I know I screamed. Daryl stopped immediately and withdrew. I felt a sudden emptiness like life support had been yanked from my body.
With sincere concern Daryl asked,”Are you okay?”
This darling of a boy was always worried about not hurting me. Words cannot describe the intense emotions I felt for him. My affections for him grew exponentially. With wide eyed anxiety, I desperately pleaded,
“God no, Daryl. I Need you. I need you inside of me. Please please put it back in.”
A wild panic shook me as I feverishly fumbled to reinsert it. He was not convinced. He needed to be reassured with,
“Are you sure? I would feel awful if I hurt you.”
Finding his fleshy plug, I managed to shove it back in. My eyes returned to him with,
“I’m ok. I’m ok.” I added,
“I’ll let you know if you do,” as I exhaled cured with him sealed inside me.
I was not being truthful. It did hurt. But I was use to it. Painful sex was the norm for me. My ex had zero regard for my well being. The more he saw my pain, the more he did it. A habitual deviancy is what I had learned. I had to compartmentalized the sex from the pain. Being used and discarded without love. None. I hated myself for accepting it for so long. Along came Daryl and I grabbed hold with everything I had. I would gladly take pain from Daryl because it came with love and caring. I would take pain like that forever.
I leaned back so that he could impale me from that perch again. He hesitated even though he was back inside of me. He leaned back while still holding me and I felt the extra part of him inch forward. I clutched him closer and this caused its head to breach past and perforate the cervical wall once more. In pain, my eyes tightened shut as I hugged him intently. Having him in me so deeply and hugging him so close was where I wanted to be. Our bodies were one.
I thrusted my hips onward trying to get him further in. I trembled with pain and bliss at the same time. I slowly began humping. I really was trying to get him further in me with every stroke to feel him as deep as our last session but to no avail. Then he launched into kissing me. Our lips sealed, he dug his fingers into my back. A force of strength emerged from him. I pumped in slow motion furor, my body resonating in absolute joy.
Without warning, Daryl was lifting me up. I held tight. He was standing up cradling my entire body. He turned me around and slowly lowered me on the bed. I could not bear his penis exiting so I pulled him closer in our descent. I managed to keep him embedded in me my arms a collar around his neck. I was on my back with Daryl on top. We shuffled our bodies up the mattress the creaking springs chiming in. Daryl had taken over. I temporarily ceded control.
Our wet sticky bodies exchanged sweat. I spread my legs and Daryl sunk deep. I was heating up. I resumed control by taking his butt in my palms and I tugged him in. His ass muscles tensed. I was directing and operating his pace as he followed my lead. His penis slithered inside rubbing my inner walls. I felt every part of his flesh in my sheath. He took me in his mouth again. I was trying to absorb every bit of his mouth. I was drinking him. His saliva, my saliva. I was panting and I could feel every exhale. His breath, my breath. I may have been lost in ecstasy but this I remember:
I was his first. I alone would be the first to take him. All of him. I wished those moments to last longer but Daryl had experienced so much so fast…I felt it twitch... I wouldn’t be able to prevent it. I sensed the moment approaching. A fever overtook me. He was pumping me and my body began to quiver. That electric feeling was building. My emotions swelled. I remember having that feeling of my heart sighing. I was on the verge of tears. Him kissing and holding and caressing me with such care was not just sex. Daryl was making love to me. Love.
His penis inflated. He was about to erupt. I braced myself. My fuse had also ignited. Departing from my mouth, Daryl lifted his head and torso. His eyes opened fully capturing mine. His face tried to control the sensation but couldn’t. I felt his cock pulsate and then ...he burst. Daryl stiffened as his cum spurted a celebration inside of me. Pulse and a warm surge. Pulse and another. Throb. Jet stream. Again. Convulse. Squirt. Pump. Lava bursts. He moaned and grunted. His breath irregular. His body was going through spasms. Every drop in me.
He was finishing but I was about to launch. My toes tingled and a rush went up my legs hot and tingly. My muscles got warm and full at once. The sensation ringing squarely in my lower body. I felt a detonation go off in my womb. My vagina fluttered like butterfly wings. My orgasm was punctuating the end of his. I went through contractions, a seizure of seismic proportions. And then…something inside of me popped!… A bubble of secretion gushed from me and it felt like I was peeing. I held Daryl tighter than ever. He could not escape. Time stood still. It was like a gong resounding throughout me as the tone lived in me, its volume a deafening pitch to a long, enduring and slow decline without end. And when finished a trailing echo.
I was breathing like I had finished a marathon. My womb was pulsating. Almost like trying to choke out of him anything that would come out. He stayed inside of me and I could feel his penis soften, sporadically in tiny convulsions. It was sliding out.
I begged, “No. Please. Don’t pull it out.”
Always subservient, he did as told. Ultimately, it did sink out. A mixture of joy and sadness passed through me.
Daryl eventually got up and went to the bathroom. He was showering one last time. I was alone on my mattress feeling triumphant awaiting tragedy. Daryl emerged from the bathroom, towel around him and went directly to his drying clothes. They were probably still damp.
“Carola, I really have to go,”he said.
He started to put on his clothes. I wondered if it dawned on him why they didn’t dry.
“Daryl, it’s probably the humidity. My clothes take for ever to dry when I do that too,” I lied.
I was resigned to the fact that he was about to leave. I just had an out of body experience. Almost as if I were above my body looking down on this scene. It was happening so quickly. He was preparing to go. I watched helplessly as he dressed. Every sequence of it. I put the bed sheets around my body to see him out. I hugged him trying to take in the last of his aura that had just illuminated my entire being. Those few short hours seemed like so many more. But he was in a hurry. I really had taken all of his time. It was almost six o clock. In three hours, Daryl had given me a lifetime of memories. I had to let him go.
There was a bit of urgency now. Making sure that Nina didn’t get any suspicions about where Daryl had been occupied my mind. I opened the door to let him out as he left but I had to remain hidden behind it the way I was. With a sense of despair, my last words were,
“See you tomorrow?”
Daryl just smiled back. Someone was coming up the stairs. I told Daryl to wait so I could double check that he had gotten everything. Not sure what I thought he could have left behind. I seemed disoriented. One last delay to prolong those memories.
When I got back to the door, Daryl was on one knee talking to Maria’s little boy. She was the single mother upstairs above me and it was they who were coming up the walkway. Daryl was politely greeting them. I saw her smile light up looking back at Daryl. She bent over to pick up her son but she did it to show off her skinny little ass right in Daryl’s face. Mulata putona! I cursed in my head. She was probably around twenty years old. I knew she had gotten knocked up when she was sixteen. Daryl turned around to wave goodbye to me. He turned and walked away… Maria came up the stairs with her little boy in her arms and looked directly at me as I was there in the doorway. Her face went from disbelief to surprise as she looked back at Daryl walking away and then back to me. Almost like, You were just with that guy? Then a disapproving look came over her face as she shook her head and continued up the stairs to her apartment. I heard her say under her breath,
“You should be ashamed of yourself.”
I didn’t reply. Yes bitch. He was with me, is what I felt like saying. I closed the door and I did a quick walk to the toilet. Remnants of Daryl dripped out. All I drank that day was water but I felt a burning sensation as I peed. What could that be? Had I ignored the signs throughout the day? I couldn’t remember the last time I had an episode. I looked down and inspected over and over. I discounted the tiny tiny sore as being from the elements and the friction of the day. I remembered thinking how it could not be true. I did not want it to be true. I tried to convince myself that it was not. There was no way I was going to let that destroy the experience. So, I denied it in my mind.
The next day, I rushed home with excitement hoping Daryl would visit again. Daryl never did come by the next day. Or the next. I went into a deep depression. I never got over it. My life has been filled with so much disappointment. I do my best to be positive and I hold on to good memories. But there are too many bad ones. I’m sure it sounds silly for an older lady like me to cling to the memories I had with Daryl. I feel like there are plenty of women who would have done the same thing if they were in my position. Am I alone in believing that?
It felt good to wash away the sweat and and clean my backside thoroughly. I dripped residual semen from my anus. I did a meticulous cleansing of both entrances. My sadness increased. I was washing away Daryl’s scent from my body. The unrelenting quench for more of Daryl would not leave me. I had to have more of him. His penis but most importantly, his cum. I was becoming obsessed with it. From his premature ejaculation to the oral consumption to the deep rectal injection. I imagined some still swimming deep up inside of me. If he stayed, could he possibly get it up again? I had to find out.
Time was running out. After exiting the shower with just a towel around my body, I checked on Daryl. He had a discouraged look on his face as he was sitting on the edge of the couch bed staring at the wall. His clothes were still wet. Did he suspect me?
“You can get dressed. I know you need to leave. It’s okay. I have to go too. I have class,” I lied.
I told him I could leave him a key and when his clothes were dry, he could leave and put the key under the door matt. He was surprised that I would leave him there alone. I mentioned how important nursing classes were to me. I could tell he was not looking forward to being left alone in my apartment. His eyebrows raised with concern, he asked if I could wait a little longer while his clothes dried so we could leave together. I feigned urgency by telling him that I couldn’t possibly be late for class and if he was worried that he wouldn’t be back to Nina’s by five. Five, six. No big difference he says. Like that, my window of opportunity opened. I pretended to mull over the inconvenience of staying.
I had gone to my closet faking like I was picking out clothes to put on. With a sigh of resignation, I told him that I would make up the class another day. I did not have any class to go to that evening. Class would resume in my apartment with Daryl.
“Remember I said I wanted to be your first everything? Well, technically you’re still a virgin,” I teased.
He looked at me confused. I stepped right in front of him and sat down on his lap like a child asking Santa what they want for Christmas. And I did do that.
I flirted by asking,”Do you want to show me what you’ve learned today?”
His eyes widened. He had trouble articulating what he had learned. He was trying to put it in words. The professor I had become that afternoon took over. I told him again that if he got hard again, it would last longer than the last one. It was longer the last act we were together. He just listened attentively. I swung my legs around to straddle Daryl with my arms around his neck. He smiled as I talked like the teacher. I could feel his towel rising. This was incredible. I don’t know how but Daryl was getting an erection. I thought I would have to talk and wait much longer before that would happen. I completely relaxed with time becoming so much less of an issue. I thought I was going to be rushed.
I coyly stood up and pushed him down on his back. He let me move him any way I wanted. I picked up his feet and legs so that he was laying flat on the bed. I stopped talking. I began massaging his feet and up to his calves. He was looking straight at me wondering. I spread his legs as and went down on my knees. I motioned for him to scoot down. He did. I slid my hands up his thighs. His feet were on the floor. I could see under his towel. He was getting harder but from the angle I could only see it lying flat as its head was pointing up against Daryl’s waist. I slid my hands further up and under the towel. I had Daryl lift his waist up enough so that I could take off the towel.
The sight of him completely naked was mesmerizing. That golden brown little god that he was for me. My hands fondled his testicles and gripped and rubbed his hardening penis. It was fully erect now. There would be no premature anything this time. His penis had adjusted. I eyed the prize. I bent down with my head and guided the penis into my hungering mouth. I recognized the Dove soap scent he had used in my shower. My hand gripping and stroking. I was heating up. I felt the moisture between my legs. Head in mouth, I sucked, licked and slurped, gripping and stroking.
Daryl had put his head back, reached out his hands and was lovingly caressing my hair. Gone was the nervous boy. He was relaxed. I could hear my stomach grumble. I hadn’t eaten anything all day. I wanted to devour his penis. I wanted him to shoot a massive load in my mouth so I could swallow it again. I took his penis from my mouth and told Daryl to pull himself up. Lifting his feet off the rug, he reclined with his head up on the pillow and back rest of the couch bed like lounging to watch tv.
I mounted him. I still had my towel on. I was feeling confident enough to take it off. I would have to let him see me fully regardless of my hangups. On his lap I guided Daryl to take it off. He did…I pulled my shoulders back to elongate my body. The flabby rolls of my stomach I tried to suck in with an inhale. Oh well, there I was completely bare and still holding on to the remaining body self image issues. But we both were. No pretensions. Nothing between us but our naked flesh. The moment was breathtaking.
He stared directly at my flopping round fatty breasts. I was a little forward of his lap. More on his belly and could feel that incredible penis poking my lower back right above my ass cheeks. He looked at my pussy. The wooly mass of fur. My soggy lips sponged down on his abdomen. Daryl was fascinated with my breasts. He reached with both hands and cupped them to gently grip and caress them. I felt wetter.
I moved up my knees straddling his chest and bent over so he could take them in his mouth. I so loved this. I was nursing him again. This time, he alternated between them. He couldn’t get enough. I could tell. All so delicately. Gripping and caressing my huge boobies and nipples. He was hungry. Sucking my nipples with desire. Time started to become more and more gradual again between us. The mattress occasionally groaned and squeaked from our weight. Tame heat from his nostrils like pleasing puffs of steam against my skin. I was protective as he cuddled them closer.
I reached behind with one hand to double-check my phallus. Yes. Mine. Clutching its solid state. I itched to back up and implant it where it belonged. I rose up and Daryl had to disengage from his nursing. I leaned down my ass extending backward and bumping the erection while I kissed his lips. I wanted him to remain attached in our oral lock. His nostrils whiffed on the side of my face. I could stay like that forever. The thought of his lips instantly reminded me of how his mouth greeted my womb in our last session.
I said, “ Move down a little.”
He rearranged himself lower but still inclined so my crotch was right in his face.
“A little more,” I demanded.
He looked puzzled. He did as I told with his head tilted up and his body still lying flat. I was directly above him, my damp and shaggy pussy ready for his linguist studies. I had to use my back muscles to stay upright, using the top of the couch as leverage. I had to bend at the waist and I caught a view of my belly rolls underneath. I lowered myself down to his waiting mouth. He understood now. His lips kissed mine, sopping them up. He had learned well. He was an incredible kisser for his age. He began to French kiss inside my surface walls. I fought for my breath as a thrill went through me. The texture of his rigid tongue pressed me. I could sense his stiff tongue tip. I seized his dampening locks of curls with both hands.
I whispered in his ear, “ Suck my clit.”
He pondered what I was saying. I reached my hand down and pinched the folds over my clit to pull back the curtain. My rigid little nub protruded out. His eyes widened. He accepted. I felt like a rash needed to be scratched. I was ignited. He sucked my clitoris raw. Maybe his teeth were slightly grating during his sucking. It didn’t matter. The enjoyment was far greater as I was overwhelmed and would not look back.
Flashes of delight overcame me. I was panting. I could feel myself dripping out. To my surprise he alternated between thrusting his stiff tongue inside and returned to suck my knob. Oh God. The feeling.
“Lick the roof,’ I said.
He didn’t obey this time. He didn’t understand. I repeated myself,
“The ceiling inside. Lick it clean.”
The tip of his tongue was firmly scraping me. He hit the spot… I jerked and let out a whine. He did it again. The chorus began: Kiss lips…suck knob… sink tongue deep…grind tip on roof. It played over and over. I was getting wobbly. Ripples of joy. I was making inaudible whimpering and with my mouth open was having silent wails. My breath was abnormal. I was thrusting my crotch back and forth in his face. My hands clenched behind his head. And then, it hit me… I erupted.
Daryl held me me tight, his hand cupping my cheeks. My thighs buckled. A wave washed over me. Something like an electrical current was running right through my vagina. With an unending exhale, the tide went back. I caught my breath…I was cleansed. I had to take a break as I pulled my body back from Daryl. My eyes were shut trying to reorient my mind. This Daryl was serving me heaven on a plate. And it’s what I ordered from the menu.
This boy. He was astonishing. Maybe I felt that way because of his age. I don’t know. He learned so well and so fast. I had to reward him. I bent back and down to kiss him again. I could smell myself. I could taste myself. It didn’t matter because Daryl didn’t seem to complain. I kissed him savagely. He put his hands near my waist, his palms sweating on my sweaty flesh. I deliberately moved downward, scooting my waist and buttocks down toward Daryl’s penis. I felt flush as I went. My hormones raged. Specifically that LH one that I learned from class. Luteinizing. I never forgot that word.
Looking down at Daryl’s face, and with my hands on his chest, I was sitting upright. I hovered over. His penis went from straight up in the air to being pressed fast and pointing toward my belly button underneath my slippery pussy. Our eyes were locked again. I began to rock my hips forward and back rubbing his shaft over my lips and clit. Over and over I did this. I was teasing him. Hands still on my waist, Daryl bucked several times. I wanted this now more than anything. I slid back and raised my waist ever so slightly for the next pass to catch the head. My decelerated thrusts brushing his penis that had sprung up from being matted down. I was attempting to catch his crown. I was having trouble.
I stopped, reached back, and captured his warm muscle. I looked down at Daryl. I set the point flush up against my puckered labia. Daryl’s mouth opened as if to mouth the words “o” as I descended. His face was in silent awe as I felt it glide inside without resistance. I felt an overwhelming sigh of relief with his blazing rod soothing my itching inner sleeve. I didn’t clutch it as it pushed in deeper. His penis continued steadily. Daryls’ mouth and jaw dropped quietly further. I could incubate his tower of flesh. I wanted it fully in. And it was now.
I inhaled and exhaled deeply when his testicles thumped my border last unable to get in. Daryl peered at me with eyes glistening wide. Yes dear, I said to myself. Like a colt, Daryl knew little beyond the first steps of the course but he was going to be ridden. Firmly in the saddle, I pulled all the way out his head almost getting loose until I shoved back down. I could tell that he loved it. I did this one more time.
My slickness smoothing the way. My pussy was humming with delight with each penetration. My inner silk wrapped around his iron. I picked up the pace. He grasped my breasts and fondled them again.
“You really like these, don’t you?,” I taunted.
He nodded his head up and down in agreement. Then his hands fell to my waist. He was anchored there watching his arms rise and fall in sync with my bobbing. His pelvis was trying to catch my rhythm. He would find it only to fall out of rhythm and find it again. The cushion squeaked louder with my abandonment. I was slamming his penis in and out. Squishing sounds emanating from my pumping. I gazed down to see my extract turned white and thickening on both of our bodies.
This sex was therapeutic for me. I was grunting with each plunge of his penis. My breathing picked up steam. Poor Daryl below was getting a workout. It appeared he wanted to please me so he tried lifting himself up but I was controlling the action. My knees straddling his sides, I slid them back to bring my torso down. My belly was flat with his. My breasts ironed his chest. I placed my hands on the sides of his head. He did the same to me. Something changed. Our eye contact became intense. He was panting and breathing with me. I was fixated on him. He was all mine. He had a helpless look. He was so vulnerable.
These emotional connections increased with our bodies meshing. The feeling of him inside of me more than just sex. We were beginning to merge at another level. His touch increased that. If I could only get more of him. A lust overcame us. I flattened out on him to lay missionary style. My legs were between his kicking out his thighs wider to let me dominate. His slender body beneath mine.This tightened my clinch around his radiating baton stuck deep inside.
There’s no nice way to say this but I began fucking him. My pussy felt like the penetrator. Me on top, I was pumping him. My clitoris rubbing as I went. I felt that vibration building. He took my face in to embrace my lips with his. A lava flow of longing seized me. Savoring each others mouths and saliva. We were in non verbal speech. A religious speaking of tongues engulfed us. His hands moved to clutch my ass. His strong hold pulling me deeper. He spread his legs so I could bury myself deeper. I felt a twitch in his member. No. Not yet.
I started to pull out. His tip still inserted I backed away toward the edge of the bed. I did not want to fully release him. I was keeping his shaft from getting stimulation. I was falling backwards off of the bed and we had this sort of slow motion chapter where he attempted to catch me from sliding completely off. My toes on the floor were the only thing preventing my fall while my other leg was bent with my knee on the mattress in an awkward pose. Daryl held me enough but not enough that he slipped out but we were so close that we did not lose contact. His phallic skin stuck on my lips.
He scampered his body down near the edge to rescue mine. His firm hand in the small of my back braced me. He helped my pretzeled leg straighten out. I coordinated the rest. He was sitting up, his feet planted squarely on the carpet. It was a clumsy movement but I managed to get my other leg up and on the bed. I put my arms around his neck and arranged myself so that I had both of my legs wrapped around Daryl. I could only do this because of his strong hands propping up my back. I would have surely fallen if not for that.
“Thank you,” I said.
We were not fulling embracing and I looked down to see his erection covered in my coagulating froth. We were still attached, his penis up against my pussy. I detected the thick scent of passion. We both stayed there a few moments kind of giggling. My arms still around his neck, I tugged him closer to reengage our kissing affair. Our naked wet bodies catching the fans breeze.
I paused with,”Don’t let me go, okay?,”
Thoughts about my bodies imperfections disappeared. Daryl did that. He accepted me fully. Daryl was officially not a virgin anymore. I swelled up with a degree of pride. But like I said to him earlier, I wanted it to be special. I yearned to have that penis back inside of me. That brief respite had to have calmed him from boiling over. Had to keep the tank level because it was only a matter of time before it would escape up the hose. I released one hand from around Daryl’s neck. I lifted and moved closer. I reached down and grabbed that hard dick and placed it right at my thirsty entrance. I needed quenching.
I lowered myself down engulfing him. I thought it was fully in until Daryl moved.
“Wait,”, I cried out.
This angle, this position changed the game. I had to straighten my back to keep upright. Moving forward almost off the edge of the mattress, Daryl’s cock barreled, what felt like, two more inches in. It was digging deeper. As if his penis had grown. My cervix was pierced. I know I screamed. Daryl stopped immediately and withdrew. I felt a sudden emptiness like life support had been yanked from my body.
With sincere concern Daryl asked,”Are you okay?”
This darling of a boy was always worried about not hurting me. Words cannot describe the intense emotions I felt for him. My affections for him grew exponentially. With wide eyed anxiety, I desperately pleaded,
“God no, Daryl. I Need you. I need you inside of me. Please please put it back in.”
A wild panic shook me as I feverishly fumbled to reinsert it. He was not convinced. He needed to be reassured with,
“Are you sure? I would feel awful if I hurt you.”
Finding his fleshy plug, I managed to shove it back in. My eyes returned to him with,
“I’m ok. I’m ok.” I added,
“I’ll let you know if you do,” as I exhaled cured with him sealed inside me.
I was not being truthful. It did hurt. But I was use to it. Painful sex was the norm for me. My ex had zero regard for my well being. The more he saw my pain, the more he did it. A habitual deviancy is what I had learned. I had to compartmentalized the sex from the pain. Being used and discarded without love. None. I hated myself for accepting it for so long. Along came Daryl and I grabbed hold with everything I had. I would gladly take pain from Daryl because it came with love and caring. I would take pain like that forever.
I leaned back so that he could impale me from that perch again. He hesitated even though he was back inside of me. He leaned back while still holding me and I felt the extra part of him inch forward. I clutched him closer and this caused its head to breach past and perforate the cervical wall once more. In pain, my eyes tightened shut as I hugged him intently. Having him in me so deeply and hugging him so close was where I wanted to be. Our bodies were one.
I thrusted my hips onward trying to get him further in. I trembled with pain and bliss at the same time. I slowly began humping. I really was trying to get him further in me with every stroke to feel him as deep as our last session but to no avail. Then he launched into kissing me. Our lips sealed, he dug his fingers into my back. A force of strength emerged from him. I pumped in slow motion furor, my body resonating in absolute joy.
Without warning, Daryl was lifting me up. I held tight. He was standing up cradling my entire body. He turned me around and slowly lowered me on the bed. I could not bear his penis exiting so I pulled him closer in our descent. I managed to keep him embedded in me my arms a collar around his neck. I was on my back with Daryl on top. We shuffled our bodies up the mattress the creaking springs chiming in. Daryl had taken over. I temporarily ceded control.
Our wet sticky bodies exchanged sweat. I spread my legs and Daryl sunk deep. I was heating up. I resumed control by taking his butt in my palms and I tugged him in. His ass muscles tensed. I was directing and operating his pace as he followed my lead. His penis slithered inside rubbing my inner walls. I felt every part of his flesh in my sheath. He took me in his mouth again. I was trying to absorb every bit of his mouth. I was drinking him. His saliva, my saliva. I was panting and I could feel every exhale. His breath, my breath. I may have been lost in ecstasy but this I remember:
I was his first. I alone would be the first to take him. All of him. I wished those moments to last longer but Daryl had experienced so much so fast…I felt it twitch... I wouldn’t be able to prevent it. I sensed the moment approaching. A fever overtook me. He was pumping me and my body began to quiver. That electric feeling was building. My emotions swelled. I remember having that feeling of my heart sighing. I was on the verge of tears. Him kissing and holding and caressing me with such care was not just sex. Daryl was making love to me. Love.
His penis inflated. He was about to erupt. I braced myself. My fuse had also ignited. Departing from my mouth, Daryl lifted his head and torso. His eyes opened fully capturing mine. His face tried to control the sensation but couldn’t. I felt his cock pulsate and then ...he burst. Daryl stiffened as his cum spurted a celebration inside of me. Pulse and a warm surge. Pulse and another. Throb. Jet stream. Again. Convulse. Squirt. Pump. Lava bursts. He moaned and grunted. His breath irregular. His body was going through spasms. Every drop in me.
He was finishing but I was about to launch. My toes tingled and a rush went up my legs hot and tingly. My muscles got warm and full at once. The sensation ringing squarely in my lower body. I felt a detonation go off in my womb. My vagina fluttered like butterfly wings. My orgasm was punctuating the end of his. I went through contractions, a seizure of seismic proportions. And then…something inside of me popped!… A bubble of secretion gushed from me and it felt like I was peeing. I held Daryl tighter than ever. He could not escape. Time stood still. It was like a gong resounding throughout me as the tone lived in me, its volume a deafening pitch to a long, enduring and slow decline without end. And when finished a trailing echo.
I was breathing like I had finished a marathon. My womb was pulsating. Almost like trying to choke out of him anything that would come out. He stayed inside of me and I could feel his penis soften, sporadically in tiny convulsions. It was sliding out.
I begged, “No. Please. Don’t pull it out.”
Always subservient, he did as told. Ultimately, it did sink out. A mixture of joy and sadness passed through me.
Daryl eventually got up and went to the bathroom. He was showering one last time. I was alone on my mattress feeling triumphant awaiting tragedy. Daryl emerged from the bathroom, towel around him and went directly to his drying clothes. They were probably still damp.
“Carola, I really have to go,”he said.
He started to put on his clothes. I wondered if it dawned on him why they didn’t dry.
“Daryl, it’s probably the humidity. My clothes take for ever to dry when I do that too,” I lied.
I was resigned to the fact that he was about to leave. I just had an out of body experience. Almost as if I were above my body looking down on this scene. It was happening so quickly. He was preparing to go. I watched helplessly as he dressed. Every sequence of it. I put the bed sheets around my body to see him out. I hugged him trying to take in the last of his aura that had just illuminated my entire being. Those few short hours seemed like so many more. But he was in a hurry. I really had taken all of his time. It was almost six o clock. In three hours, Daryl had given me a lifetime of memories. I had to let him go.
There was a bit of urgency now. Making sure that Nina didn’t get any suspicions about where Daryl had been occupied my mind. I opened the door to let him out as he left but I had to remain hidden behind it the way I was. With a sense of despair, my last words were,
“See you tomorrow?”
Daryl just smiled back. Someone was coming up the stairs. I told Daryl to wait so I could double check that he had gotten everything. Not sure what I thought he could have left behind. I seemed disoriented. One last delay to prolong those memories.
When I got back to the door, Daryl was on one knee talking to Maria’s little boy. She was the single mother upstairs above me and it was they who were coming up the walkway. Daryl was politely greeting them. I saw her smile light up looking back at Daryl. She bent over to pick up her son but she did it to show off her skinny little ass right in Daryl’s face. Mulata putona! I cursed in my head. She was probably around twenty years old. I knew she had gotten knocked up when she was sixteen. Daryl turned around to wave goodbye to me. He turned and walked away… Maria came up the stairs with her little boy in her arms and looked directly at me as I was there in the doorway. Her face went from disbelief to surprise as she looked back at Daryl walking away and then back to me. Almost like, You were just with that guy? Then a disapproving look came over her face as she shook her head and continued up the stairs to her apartment. I heard her say under her breath,
“You should be ashamed of yourself.”
I didn’t reply. Yes bitch. He was with me, is what I felt like saying. I closed the door and I did a quick walk to the toilet. Remnants of Daryl dripped out. All I drank that day was water but I felt a burning sensation as I peed. What could that be? Had I ignored the signs throughout the day? I couldn’t remember the last time I had an episode. I looked down and inspected over and over. I discounted the tiny tiny sore as being from the elements and the friction of the day. I remembered thinking how it could not be true. I did not want it to be true. I tried to convince myself that it was not. There was no way I was going to let that destroy the experience. So, I denied it in my mind.
The next day, I rushed home with excitement hoping Daryl would visit again. Daryl never did come by the next day. Or the next. I went into a deep depression. I never got over it. My life has been filled with so much disappointment. I do my best to be positive and I hold on to good memories. But there are too many bad ones. I’m sure it sounds silly for an older lady like me to cling to the memories I had with Daryl. I feel like there are plenty of women who would have done the same thing if they were in my position. Am I alone in believing that?
Poster:
Nurse Deisel
