Sam Comes Home

"I find that hard to believe. I must be a wrinkly old lady now." I was also intrigued to know what Sam thought I would do that Molly wouldn't. And the fact that he'd said "you will", rather than "you would".

"Bollocks! Sorry, even before I went off to uni, just a look at your gorgeous legs and pert little bum in short skirts and your nice, firm, rounded tits in tight t-shirts would make me horny."

"Yeah, but most teenage boys will lust after older women. Surely that's something they grow out of, once they start having sex with girls their own age?"

"Look, Rachel," he said, turning to look straight into my eyes, "I've fucked quite a few girls and women. The best fuck I've had - before you - was a woman of thirty-five. She had the experience to let go and really enjoy me, as I enjoyed her. She was fabulous; but based on what we've already done, I think you could be better. I'd like to find out." And he kissed me again. "Do you want to go on a journey of exploration with me?"

How could I refuse? I felt sure that, whatever he had in mind, it was going to be exciting, and it's not every day that an old bird like me gets to fuck a really hot twenty-one-year-old.

"Maybe. Where do we start?"

"Well, I need to clean up a little, so I'll just use the bathroom for a moment if I may. And then you can do the same, before we start round two."

Round two was even more amazing. He started with a slow, sensual massage of my back, bum and thighs. Then he turned me over, and after some very sexy stroking of my tummy and breasts, his mouth moved onto my pussy. It seemed like a couple of delicious hours passed as he worked his way around and into every crevice and surface. And then a finger went up into my vagina. And then a second, and he was again igniting a series of internal fires.

After what seemed like another delirious hour - but was probably only about ten minutes - he had me bouncing along an orgasmic plateau, taking me up into a region of rarefied pleasure, where everything between my thighs and my nipples seemed to just ripple in delightful harmony. Then he'd let me back down again to catch my breath and let my pelvis re-stabilise before taking me up again.

He repeated this at least three times before I screamed that I could take no more. For quite a while I was just a quivering mass of over-sensitised nerve-endings, unable to function. He held me gently, stroking my hair, and gradually I returned to something approaching normality.

And when I looked into his handsome face, his friendly smile, I knew what I had to do. I gave him a grateful kiss, then pushing him onto his back, I slid down his gorgeous, fit young body.

I can't say I've ever been an enthusiastic cock-sucker. Paul was always criticising my technique, wanting me to go deeper than I was comfortable with. I think if he'd been a bit more supportive - and a bit more interested in learning how to eat my pussy better - I might have been more eager to please. Add to that the fact that Paul was quite hairy down there, and didn't always smell that great, and my incentives to improve were not high. Sam, on the other hand, was clean, smooth and very sexy; and he'd just shown me he was a world-class pussy-eater. I had no excuse - not that I was looking for one.

Close up, I was rather worried that his cock - as I said, significantly bigger than Paul's - wouldn't fit in my mouth, so I started with licking him from balls to tip. His soft 'mmm' encouraged me. His balls were velvety and really rather attractive - something I'd never had cause to think before. Just licking and gently sucking them seemed to get a very positive response from Sam, and I found it enjoyable too. After a minute or two of this, I laid my mouth across the underside of his cock and slid up along its length, cupping it between my lips and tracing a wet line with my tongue, up to the bulbous head. Once there, I swirled my tongue around, still licking, not yet wanting to move on to sucking. But even this preliminary stimulation had him moaning softly and arching his back in pleasure.

But after the pleasure he'd given me, I felt I had to try harder. After a lot of wet, swirly tongue work, which he definitely seemed to be enjoying, I felt it was time to see how far my jaw would stretch. I struggled a little to get the bulbous head of his cock past my teeth. Kneeling between his legs and holding his cock upright gave me slightly easier access, the shape of my mouth better matched to his cock. It wasn't easy, but I was determined to give him the best fucking blowjob I could to show him just how much pleasure he'd given me. He'd told me I was a great fuck; implied I was one of the best he'd had. I wanted to show him I could suck cock just as well as I could fuck.

I was concentrating so hard on making it good for him that I almost forgot the dull ache in my jaw. Every inch I was able to take in, every moan or gasp he made was a small triumph for me. And despite my multiple orgasms, despite the sheer, physical difficulty of giving his large cock the sort of sucking I felt it deserved, I was getting aroused yet again.

And I realised that, despite his size, I was taking several inches of his cock in, to the point where he was almost making me gag. Either the ache in my jaw had eased or I'd ceased to notice it in the thrill of what I was doing. My head was bobbing up and down, and my saliva was drooling down the shaft of his cock as I worked the length that wouldn't fit in my mouth with my hands.

And finally it happened. Sam groaned, and I felt his cock give the first of a series of rhythmic pulses. The warm, sticky fluid that spurted into my mouth wasn't unexpected, and despite my distaste for my ex-husband's semen, it wasn't unwelcome. I can't say that cum ever tastes nice, but Sam's was reasonably pleasant. Fortunately, I'd managed to pull back a little, so the thick stream filled my mouth rather than hitting my throat and making me choke.

"Oh my God!" Sam gasped when his orgasm had subsided, "that was amazing, Rachel!"

I let his cock soften in my mouth, swallowing the sticky fluid as best I could. When I finally released him, he reached down and pulled me up his body, until I was laying on top of him, and he kissed me. On the few occasions Paul had come in my mouth, he wouldn't kiss me until I'd cleaned my teeth. The selfish sod thought it was all right for me to get a mouthful of his semen, but he wouldn't taste it himself. Sam had no such qualms.

"See, Rachel. I knew you'd be great in bed. Fantastic blowjob - one of the best I've had. I love it that you let me come in your mouth. It feels so much better than coming on your face or tits."

"It just felt - natural; right, if you know what I mean," I replied. "After what you'd done for me..."

"What would you like me to do for you next?" he asked with a smile.

"Next?" Paul had been very much a 'once in a while' man. As the years went by, we had sex less and less frequently, and never more than once in an evening. I hadn't really thought about it at the time, but that seemed the way things should be. Sam had already made me come twice, and despite the fact that he'd done the same, he seemed to be suggesting round three.

"I - I'm not sure," I replied. Actually, I was still fizzing inside from everything we'd done, and I didn't feel sleepy.

"I'll need a few minutes to recover, but I'd definitely like to fuck you again. Would you like that?"

Would I like to be fucked again by a gorgeous 21-year-old who'd already shown he could give me orgasms like I'd never experienced before? Oh, hard choice!

Before I could reply, we were kissing again. His hands snaked down my back and started stroking my bum. I couldn't keep my hands off him; everywhere I touched him, all I could feel was hard muscle under soft skin. Then a finger slipped into the back of my slit, and started probing into my vagina, while another one started circling and gently probing my bum-hole. Then he slowly sat up, reaching down with his mouth to capture a nipple. I was in an erotic version of heaven, fingers in my pussy and - oh so naughtily - up my bum, and his lips and clever tongue making sexy music on my breasts, returning occasionally for one of those pussy-moistening kisses; not that my pussy needed any more moistening. I just held on to his shoulders and enjoyed the ride.

After only a few minutes of this exquisite foreplay, I reached down for his cock, and realised with some surprise that he was already semi-hard. As I held and stroked him, he grew steadily bigger and harder. But before I could do anything, he lifted me up gently and slid down the bed, until his face was under my pussy.

His tongue traced my folds, this time a little more insistent than before. It was as if he now knew his way around my pussy and was focusing on the parts that would get me aroused quickly. His tongue probed my vagina, lapped at my inner lips, circled my clitoris - but infuriatingly didn't touch it, then went back to my bum-hole, doing some very naughty things there, before tongue-fucking me again. I had to twist my body and almost force my clit into his mouth before he relented and paid it some serious attention. And then I almost regretted it, as he gave it the most intense tongue-lashing I'd ever experienced. I was almost coming when he suddenly stopped and stuck his tongue once more into my vagina.

I moaned loudly as he tongue-fucked me, probing quite deeply and swirling around the inner surfaces in a delicious way. And then, just as I'd caught my breath, he homed-in on my clit again, and I almost screamed. His tongue made firm, confident strokes over its surface, back and forth relentlessly in a steady rhythm that sent jolts of electricity up through me. After barely half a minute of this, I came so strongly I was bouncing and squirming on his face, while his tongue continued that steady, irresistible painting of my clit with his saliva. His hands came up and started kneading my breasts, which probably stopped me from falling over, as I lost control of my balance for a while.

Finally I was begging him to stop. The sensations were, again, unbelievable strong. Perhaps it was because I hadn't come with a man for so long - and even then, with Paul, not very satisfactorily - that I was now able to come so powerfully and repeatedly in such a short time. Or maybe it was because Sam was so much more attractive and so much better at sex than anyone I'd had before that he could find some hidden orgasm trigger in me that had previously lain dormant.

When I'd finally calmed down, having slid back so I was straddling his chest - partly to ensure he didn't suddenly start again on my massively-over-sensitised clit - he smiled up at me, took one of my hands and guided it back onto his cock. It was fully hard.

"OK, Mrs Walker. I think you know what to do."

Using my married name like that - even if it reminded me of my horrible ex-husband - gave what came next a real frisson. Yes, I was now divorced, but as I slid back down his fit young body, lifted up, raised that hard, impressive cock up to the entrance of my vagina and slowly, tentatively impaled myself on it, I could imagine that I was still married; that it was me, not my ex-husband, who was being unfaithful. This was naughty, debauched and so, so exciting. Sam's cock still felt big inside me; he clearly hadn't stretched me so much that this felt like the new normal, and it was only with a little effort that I gradually forced it up into me, inch by exquisite inch.

By the time my pussy lips were kissing his balls, I was feeling as full and stretched as I could stand - as I'd ever felt in my life, I guess. The position meant that he was even deeper than before. It hadn't been the most comfortable ride on the way down, but now I had all of him - all of a sexy, 21-year old, above-average sized cock, all the way inside me - the thrill of it overcame any discomfort. I started to move, slowly at first, testing the limits of my vagina, seeing which places felt good. The depth was good - very good, in fact. It felt strange and rather thrilling to have those areas finally stimulated after such a long time, and I was careful to make sure that all of the good sensitive areas along the way - especially my g-spot - kept feeling the benefit of the extra friction, while those that didn't enjoy that kind of contact - for example, my cervix - were less actively involved.

Once I'd got the angle and the depth just right, I went for a ride. I braced myself with my hands on his muscular chest, and just bounced delightfully on that hard pole.

"God, you look fucking amazing, Rachel," he said, smiling up at me, his hands sliding up to cup and tease my breasts again.

"You smooth-tongued bastard. Bet you say that to all the girls," I replied, still enjoying the flattery.

"You like my smooth tongue. Especially in your pussy. Especially on your clit."

The memory of his tongue doing amazing things between my legs sent a little shiver of pleasure through me. So did his cock, pushing deep up inside my vagina. But when his hand slid up my thigh and his thumb pressed lightly on my clit, I had to stop him.

"Sam - please - no. It's - it's too sensitive. I've - I've already come so much. My clit can't take any more. Just - just fuck me. It feels nice. Just - just come when you're ready. I don't think I can come any more tonight."

There had been many times when I'd let Paul use my pussy for his own pleasure, not expecting much - if any - for myself. This time, for Sam, I really wanted to give him pleasure, and at the same time I was also getting some. I knew I couldn't come again - I'd already come more in one evening than ever before - but it still felt good to have his nice, fat cock rubbing parts of me that had barely been stimulated before.

I guess I must have ridden him for at least ten minutes. I was afraid I'd get sore; we'd already fucked once and, after over 20 years with Paul, I wasn't used to a cock inside me for such a long time. But it still felt good, and the sheer depth of his penetration of me was a thrill in itself. All the while he kept saying things like "You're so hot, Mrs Walker," and "God, your pussy is so tight Mrs Walker!" And I kept riding his delectable young body, looking down at his handsome - if a little smug - face, and thinking 'this really can't be happening'.

And then something very strange happened. I could feel this unusual rippling sensation inside me, and it felt like a mini-orgasm, but deep inside my pussy. It had nothing to do with my clit, though my clit did tingle rather a lot. And he suddenly moaned.

"Fuck, Rachel, I'm coming. You're so fucking hot that I can't hold on any longer."

I felt his fat young cock throb inside me. I couldn't feel his semen spurting deep into me, but I guess I imagined it. And that made my rather strange mini-orgasm feel all the stronger. He moaned and gasped as I made just a few more journeys up and down that thick shaft, and then he reached up and pulled me down onto him, holding me still as I felt his cock throbbing inside me. We kissed. Then I rolled off him, dribbling cum, and snuggled in beside him.

*****

When I woke up, it was around 8am. Sam was no longer beside me, and I wondered whether the whole experience had been a dream. But the wet and stained patches on the sheets and the stickiness - and slight soreness - between my legs told me that it wasn't. I smiled; it had been quite an experience. And I guessed it might not be over yet.