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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The following is 100% true. I know its long but its complete and hopefully entertaining.
I was a little bit wild when I was younger. I was popular with girls, lost my virginity two years before the age of consent in a park behind a red brick wall, was married at 21, had a child at 21 and did not have sex again until I was 44. The reasons for this are not something I am not willing to share publicly but I wasn’t in prison.
I had a healthy interest in sex, I masturbated, looked at porn and fantasised but due to my circumstances, principles and life choices sex wasn’t an option. There were people in my life who were close to me, friends and family. When I was around others I could nudge and wink with the best of them, flirt on a night out with the lads and was completely normal, no one knew because it was none of their business and kept private, a little bit like fab and the experiences I have now.
My life and circumstances changed dramatically when I was 43, my world stopped turning and I stepped off it for a while. I existed in a haze of confusion, anger and self-pity for several months. I stopped taking care of myself, lost the little self-esteem I had and definitely had no thoughts of intimacy or sex. Time doesn’t heal but it lets you accept, adjust and look forward and when I was ready I cleaned myself up, discovered I could laugh and be silly again, I still had friends and even my interest in women and libido resurfaced.
For the first time in my life I went to a massage parlour and had 30 minutes GFE with a lovely lady who made me feel absolutely wonderful. She took me to a room saying she would be back in a minute or two and told me to undress. I wasn’t sure what to do, when she returned to the room I still had my underpants on. She could tell how nervous I was and actually asked if I was a virgin, I explained it had been a long, long time since I had been with anyone. She gently guided me and it wasn’t just the sexual act, it was the kissing, the feeling of another body touching mine and (to me) it was intimacy and also to a point the relief that I could still do and enjoy it.
A couple of weeks later I was on pof and match, I had a night out with friends and had a pretty vanilla but hugely fantastic one night stand. I met several women over the next few months, went a bit mad, had some new experiences and was developing interests that I had difficulty accepting in my prudish mind and then I met Rachel.
A quiet Sunday, my time on Match almost run out, the special offer I had taken advantage of coming to an end. We had exchanged hey how you doing messages a couple of times but not managed a conversation. I messaged her asking how she was doing? She was bored, I asked about dates and she said she had been on a couple, I said I would live my left arm for a date and she replied with what are you doing this afternoon?
We met in Leeds at the cinema.
She was a 5”2 redhead with a lovely shapely body, a quick smile and chatty disposition. We went in to see the movie and halfway through her hand found mine, then it found my thigh. The movie finished and I asked if she wanted to get something to eat?
“Do you have a car?”
“Yes”
I was parked on a meter near The Light. We got to the car and began to kiss.
I’m quite sure if a policeman had passed, we might have been done for lewd behaviour. Our lips locked in hard wet kisses. Our hands exploring through and under coats wherever they could reach and my cock hard as a rock. We finally parted from each other.
“Do you want to get some food?”
“No let’s go to your place”
It was a 20 minute journey home was quiet, we didn’t really chat. At this point I lived in a big, old gothic chapel that I rented. There was a large iron gate leading to a big oak door and it took me a few seconds to open up. As you entered there was a staircase to the left and the lounge in front of you.
“You want a coffee or tea?” I asked as we closed the door behind us.
In reply she dropped her coat to the floor and began walking up the stairs. I followed.
The Bedroom was huge. A sloped ceiling full of old Oak beams and open plan (you can see it in some of my pictures). My bed was by the window and the curtains were drawn all of the time because the window frames were stone, it was single glazed and the heating was terrible.
She turned when she reached the bed and I took her in my arms, we kissed and began to undress each other.
My shirt was the first thing removed.
Rachel unfastened the buttons, dragged it from my shoulders and pulled it from my body dropping it onto the floor. I lifted her top over her head and her bra soon came off. I could tell she had full breasts and as they were bared my hands went to them. Her nipples were hard and erect. A dark shade of pink against her pale skin, their shape full and round and firm to touch. I moved my mouth to one of her nipples and put my lips around it. I sucked gently at first but Rachel grabbed my hair and pushed me further into her chest. I sucked a little harder and felt her shudder. I nipped her with my teeth and she responded by grabbing my hair tighter. I moved to her other breast and did the same leaving a trail of saliva where I had already been.
We kissed again, out tongues overlapping, intertwining and sharing our wetness. Our mouths still locked my hand went to the waistband of her jeans and she helped me unfasten them. I managed to pull them half way down her buttocks but couldn’t reach further. Rachel undid my belt and button of my trousers. My cock was hard already and she struggled to get the zip past my bulge. I picked her up and placed her on the bed. Laying on her back she watched as I pulled her jeans off leaving her in only her panties and socks.
I looked at her and smiled, she was probably around a size 16, a beautifully womanly body. Her hips rounded, her navel just showing through her belly, her thighs full and inviting, as she opened her legs I could see a small damp patch between them and knew she was as excited as I was. I lay on the bed beside her putting my arm underneath her and drawing her to me. We kissed again and my hand traced the shape of her breast, belly and bottom before it found her inner thigh. I gently and slowly brushed that back of my nails from her knee up her inner thigh hoping they would feel like smooth silk against her skin and was rewarded with her pushing her bottom off the mattress eager for my fingers to reach her wetness. I purposely avoided brushing against the fabric of her panties and ran my hand down her other leg.
As I moved my fingers back up her leg I felt her kisses increase in urgency and then I touched her where she wanted. My finger tips gently moving from her pubis, tracing the outline of her pussy slowly through her knickers. She tried to push herself against my hand but I wouldn’t allow it. I traced her pussy up and down several more times, exploring it fully. Her outer lips obvious and shapely beneath the fabric, the crease of her opening damp and eager for my touch. The space between her thighs where leg meets bottom and back to find her clit. She was breathless every time I touched her, her sensitivity and eagerness for satisfaction taking hold.
I turned her to the side of the bed and sat her on the edge. Kneeling between her legs I smiled and watched as she lay back legs open and hanging loosely not quite touching the floor.
My hand again went to her womanhood and this time I used a little more pressure pushing her panties inwards and using them to mop her juices. My finger’s part way inserting them inside her. She gasped and her legs raised. I put my fingers inside her waistband and pulled them down taking them over her feet and removing them completely.
I knelt again and put my head to her pussy. It was a beautiful sight. A little bit of dark red pubic hair above a pronounced clit that was bordered by swollen pink lips with an inviting darker shaded opening glistening in the light. My hands went to her bottom and my mouth went to her lips.
My first taste of her was nectar. I could smell that faint wonderful musty odour of her sex as I approached. Not a dirty smell, not a pungent smell just the natural smell of sex. Putting my tongue out I flicked her vulva and she gasped. My tongue explored more sliding in between and up and down her pussy lips, lapping her juices. I sucked her clit, gently nibbled it and he lips and then I put myself as deep inside her as I could. Her wetness was more than I had ever experienced. She was sopping in her own juices and I sucked at them, tasting them and swallowing. The longer I spent the more greedily and urgently I ate her, I could not get enough. I may have been there for two minutes I may have been there for twenty. Rachels response to my exploration were fantastic and energetic. She grabbed my hair, held my mouth in place from time to time, moved her body to guide me to different areas, gasped, shrieked and covered my mouth, nose and chin with her excitement.
Eventually I stood. Rachel sat up on the end of the bed whilst she removed my trousers and underpants. My cock was rigid and hard. Putting her hands around my buttocks she guided me to her mouth. I stood and watched as her beautiful face enveloped my groin and felt the warm wetness of her mouth on my manhood. She licked, sucked and kissed me whilst I stood and then she lay me down.
Facing away from me, her bottom near my head she carried on servicing my cock with her hand and mouth. My hands began to explore the back of her legs and her buttocks. She shifted position so I could access her pussy and I did. Still wet, warm and inviting my fingers to enter it. I put one finger inside and watched closely as gently slid in and out of her. My cock was sending different sensations to my brain and those sensations were of enjoyment and pleasure. I inserted a second finger into Rachels pussy and she began to push back against me. My hand increased its rhythm and we found a natural beat to play to. I could feel Rachels wetness and it was increasing. She stopped sucking my cock, moved away from my hand and came to kiss me our juices and saliva mixing so we didn’t know which taste came from who.
She moved again and grabbed my hand. “I want your whole hand inside me” she whispered.
Guided by her I watched as she placed my arm by my side and guided herself over it. She took my fingers in her hand and gently squeezed them together into the shape of a shovel before holding my hand in place and lowering herself onto it.
My fingertips felt her warmth first. They entered her slowly and easily. I watched fascinated as she lowered herself further my distal phalanges then intermediate phalanges until my fingers disappeared completely. My knuckles were next to feel her silky smoothness envelop them and then the whole of my hand and part of my wrist.
This was my first experience of this and I was mesmerised seeing and feeling this small woman taking my large hand all the way inside her sweet, beautiful wet pussy.
On her knees she began to move gently backwards and forwards. I watched her face, eyes closed a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and an expression of pure joy. I felt my hand clench into a fist, I think I was afraid of catching something or hurting her inside. I felt what I could only assume to be her uterus brushing against the back of my hand and it was nothing I had ever felt before. I make bread and when dough has had its first proof and its elastic, slightly sticky and you are kneading it I am always reminded of Rachel.
She was moving gently backwards and forwards and I was allowing her to dictate as I could do little else. The more she enjoyed it the more her movement increased in rhythm and intensity. I wasn’t expecting her pelvis to as powerful as it was. It clenched my wrist, and even if I had wanted to fight her movement I could not have done. I am a strong man, I have worked in manual labour, I have played rugby and always been able to keep up and hold my own but this was a new experience and I worried if my wrist would break but I wasn’t going to stop.
As Rachel moved quicker and harder she became wetter and wetter, my wrist and lower arm was soaked, the quilt was soaked and I felt her gushing her juices down her thighs. She was loudly voicing her enjoyment and I could tell she was orgasming again and again and then both the gushing and screaming reached a crescendo and she collapsed, sideways, against me.
We both lay for a few moments and she was still shuddering, she moved and I slid my hand gently out of her. It was soaking and felt as though it had been soaked in the bath. I don’t know why but I brought it to my mouth and licked it. Rachel smiled as she watched and then I pulled her towards and we kissed again, slowly this time less urgently. We lay naked in each other’s arms and cuddled for a little while, my erection was gone but I was happy and sticky.
Her head on my chest, my arm around her back, our bodies touching in different places, her smooth skin against mine I felt her breathing change and go back to normal. We were relaxed and content to lay there. The light changed outside and evening crept upon us, we had got under the quilt to keep the cold away and we had dozed, kissed and laughed for a while.
Rachel needed the toilet which was downstairs so I gave her my dressing gown, put on a pair of tracksuit bottoms and followed her downstairs.
Over a coffee and lemon drizzle cake she built up her sugar levels and we chatted about this and that. Drinks finished she stood and said “C’mon then” and we went back upstairs.
We lay and kissed, I began to get hard and her hand soon found my manhood. It was sticky with pre cum and she wiped it with her finger and licked it away. Her mouth was soon working on my cock again and I could feel the sensation building, she must have too because she stopped. She mounted my hips and eased herself onto my cock. I watched myself go in and out of her as she brushed and squeezed my nipples, bent forward and shared kisses and rode me. My hands found their way to her breasts and I squeezed them together, tweaked and massaged her nipples, sat up and took them in my mouth. My hands then found her inner thigh and I played with her pussy. Her wetness had returned and she was again beginning to moan loudly.
She moved my hand and began to touch herself it was then that she let my cock slide out of her, arched her back squirted all over my cock, belly, chest and face, again and again.
Rachel would rub her pussy for a few seconds, pull her clit upwards arch her back, moan out loud and squirt for three seconds or five seconds then her body would relax, her fingers would go back to work and ten seconds later she was arching, moaning and showering me again. Squirt after squirt, orgasm after orgasm and shriek after shriek. She was like water fountain and I loved it.
I was drowned in her cum, the bed, pillows and even the curtain caught it. Finally she arched but nothing came, she furiously rubbed her fingers again but to no avail, the reservoir was empty.
This time however I wasn’t going to let her off easily, I knew she was tired so I put her on her knees, knelt behind her and fucked her for all we were both worth.
When it came, which wasn’t long my orgasm could have split stone. I felt the force of it as I shot my load deep inside her. I slowed when I ejaculated but didn’t stop, I wanted every drop of my hot sticky fluid inside her and I wanted her to feel its warm wetness inside her pussy.
We lay at the foot of the bed, both exhausted, both completely spent and both very happy.
I met Rachel three more times over the following week and she was adventurous, energetic and a great teacher. There were many other things I did with her that were for the first time and maybe
I will tell you about them one day. After meeting Rachel and having experiences with a couple of other women, one who introduced me to Fab, I became Vicar, some of you might remember me from a previous profile.
If you enjoyed the story please bump it for so others might catch it, if you didn’t then that’s fair enough, we all have different tastes. Either way comments are always welcome.
If you would like to feature in a story it would be great doing research with you lol.
Thanks for reading.
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