I was in heaven as my tongue tried to wrap itself around her clitoris. The futile effort was rewarded with a moan as she squirmed though her second orgasm of the morning. The pads of two of my fingers stroked in and out against the top of her vagina.
Her hands stroked the top of my head and touched the top of my ears. Every now and then she would pull one lobe or the other. It was her signal that she wanted to change positions but I ignored it. I was having way too much fun. It had been too long since I’d eaten her out.
Finally she grabbed both ears and gave a little tug. I lifted my head from between her very sloppy thighs. I saw that she had stuffed a pillow behind her head so she could watch me.
“If you keep doing that,” her eyes were fixed on mine, “I’ll be too loose to have any fun. Come here.”
I slid up to her and tucked one arm under her neck. The other stroked her shoulder and traced a line down the front of her shoulder blade to her small breast. I wrapped my hand around it and pulled lightly till only the hard nub of her nipple could be seen. She tried to push more into my hand. I smiled at the effort but continued to play.
I tried years ago to titty fuck her but we ended up laughing at the effort. She reminded me that she wasn’t built for that. I think she always was a little envious of other women who had larger breasts. Then again I told her more than a mouthful was a waste. She’s always been perfect.
She was busy as well. On my climb back up her body my penis dragged and rubbed along her legs. She had maneuverer herself so her right leg was between my legs. The left was stretched out waiting for attention. My hardness was lying on her stomach. Her hand stroked me lightly and every now and then cupped my testicles and rolled them around in her hand. I smiled. That was the same motion I used when I used to shoot craps in the Navy.
“A little blue guy?” she asked. Knowing full well that it was Viagra or Cialis, Most likely Viagra.
“Viagra,” I confirmed
“Good. That other gives you a headache.” There was years of certainty in her answer, “The other gives you a headache.”
Of course she was right. But I could have lived with a headache in exchange for thirty-six hours of ready willing and able.
“So, are you going to stick it in or are we going back to sleep?” Her voice gave me two options. Her tone gave only one.
I pulled away from her and knelt between her legs. I looked down and saw the folds wet with the playing we had done. A quick look at the clock confirmed we’d been stroking, playing, eating, touching for almost forty-five minutes. I smiled.
She saw me smile and smiled back. “What now?”
I held myself at her entrance slowly running the head up and down the slit between her legs. The only one I’d known or felt these many years. It was a very good thought. “It’s been forty-five minutes already.”
“And another half hour to go, at least.” was her reply. She knows me to well. “We’re going to have to do a quickie during the week. All this playing around made me late for school again. Even the cafeteria ladies are starting to talk.”
“Tell them your husband wouldn’t let you out of bed.” I kept talking as I started to slide into her. She spread her legs wider to accommodate me. She may have been very wet but her vagina protested slightly at the intrusion. I could feel the head of my penis pushing away the resistance. Just above where we joined I saw her stomach muscles contract. I wondered when she’d start getting those pockets of fat around her middle that other women seemed to have. It was hard to believe that she was in her mid-fifties. She looked almost like she did when I first saw her in Delhi.
I was all the way in now. “That’s nice”, she said as I laid down on her. The slight rocking of my hips and the caress of my hands on her face told her how nice it really was. I slowly pushed into her and then withdrew only to repeat the motion over and over again. Her moans confirmed that we remembered what it was like last… Tuesday? It was the last time she was late for school.
Slowly I pushed on her leg that was bent to give me better access. She knew what was next. With me still inside of her I moved my leg across hers and resumed stroking in and out. This was better for both of us. The angle was different and her vagina walls pulled at the skin of my shaft producing even more pleasure than before.
All I heard was the rhythmic breathing of the two of us. Her gasps and moans. My rumbling sounded like a freight train going up hill. Finally she broke the silence, “Are you going to cum or are you just going to get me all itchy again?”
I smiled knowing inside she wanted a reminder of our sexual encounters. She always complained that it was over too soon. She loved the feel of our bodies together in an intimate embrace. Once she pouted that the day after we’d had sex my orgasm hadn’t come out yet. She wasn’t mad. Just a reminder of how she loved what I did.
“Let’s shift over,” I replied, never answering her question.
Slowly, so I wouldn’t leave that warm place between her thighs we rolled so we were on our side. It was a position that I’d read about somewhere. It was meant for men who had had heart attacks and such. It was just a different position at first until she found she could have her own fun.
Slowly we separated. Only to be joined where I still pushed into her and she pushed back. One of her legs was draped over my hip. When I hit a particularly good spot she moved it off me. Till gravity brought it down. She used the leverage of her leg to slide back on the bed till there was about a foot or so between our heads. Her eyes looked down where my cock (she almost never uses the word) was going in and out. Her free hand snaked between us as her fingers grazed our pubic hairs. I pulled back some as her hand went further down to touch were we joined.
“Please cum. I’m ready,” she pleaded. She looked into my eyes. There was need there. She didn’t know if today would be one of those days or not. But I did. How was I ever so lucky to find her, lose her, and find her again?
I saw a smile on her lips. Even if I didn’t cum inside of her the closeness would be enough.
My arm under her head started to move. All but dead from lack of circulation, it was the only part that didn’t have feeling. Even my toes were dancing. As my arm raised her head fell toward me. She’s a like a rag now. She would move to any position as long as there was a chance she could get what she wanted.
The arm that is on the mattress raised up to my chest. Her face continued to move forward. She knew what I wanted. It was just the geometry that was the problem. I’m seven inches taller than she is. We moved so I could plunge into her and still keep from pulling too far back. At the same time her lips found my chest as her mouth started looking for her objective.
She found it. Being together for so long, with just a touch we know where we are and were we want to go on each other’s body. Now she wanted my nipples. She licked and sucked on them. Every now and then a nip. She found out about this particular spot a few years ago. Now, as anyone would, she uses it to her advantage.
With her free hand still between us she started to milk what wasn’t stuffed inside of her.
I could feel it happening. My mind flashed on past experiences we’d had together. The thirteen or fourteen times I came in two days (even though she says it was more.) The motel we stayed in Virginia where she offered me her ass after I’d fucked five orgasms into her over forty-five minutes. Sex in the bed I slept in as a boy with my parents downstairs or in the living room of her mother’s house while she was at work.
The images drove me closer to that moment. For a moment I wondered if I’ll ruin it all. But I’m too far gone to stop now. I pushed her head tighter to my breast. I wondered how she could breathe while her tongue lashed the hardened nub. My fingers curled into her thick hair.
I knew she could feel the stroke changing. Faster now, and shorter. The fingers on my cock squeezed and released while stroking the last couple of inches still outside.
I felt my cum rising to coat the inside of the woman I’ve loved forever. I knew she could feel the semen pulsing to the tip, and to freedom. Only to be trapped and mixed with her orgasm. I laughed at the feeling, and at the thought that maybe it might be two days before it’s expelled this time. I knew it was deep and that there’s plenty of it.
She moaned as she forgot everything except the feeling of my cock twitching in orgasm through her fingers and the warmth of my cum as it bathed her insides resting were it should. Close to her cervix.
Slowly we disengaged from the impossible position we were in, both breathing very heavily now. I marvel at her flexibility every time we have sex. No matter what I dream up she can do it. Going to that gym two or three times a week must be it. There was a slight pain in my legs from the flexing and bending but I knew it would pass.
Now we just lay together. She is looking at me and I at her.
“Happy Anniversary.” I say.
“Was that my present?” I love her smile.
“One of them.” I replied. She already knows the answer.
“You got me a card?”
“Of course.” I replied.
Years ago we stopped buying gifts for each other. Now it’s just about us, and her new car of course.
She’s expecting more. It’s the same thing every year.
I look into her eyes. “Will you marry me?” I want to smile but I can’t. We know the answer.
“Only if you get me preggers,” she smiles back at me.
“That didn’t work twenty three years ago,” I remind her. I think about our two daughters.
She looks at my chest. “It’s too much fun practicing.”
I think she’s done when she looks back at me. “How about when YOU get pregnant. I’ll marry you then.” She smiles; knowing it’s been years since she used that one.
I push her head back into my chest. “It’s a deal.”
She scoots back up to my head and smiles at me. “Happy 26th anniversary jaaneman.”
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