Devon Horse Show

Just in case, she began to trace small circles of saliva that dangled from her tongue, and lathered them all over the base of my dick, all the while mumbling almost trance-like, "Unngh, so big, so thick. Beautiful. My lucky day. You're a baseball player, right? Jeezus, did you even need a bat? What a pleasant surprise......"

I have to confess that her words were almost as big a turn-on as her expert oral administrations. I hadn't been with all that many women at that point, and the ones I had been with were more or less 'girls', as relatively inexperienced as I was, with the possible exception of Miss Anal Twenty-Nine-Year old.

A few had told me how 'big' I was, but to have my size validated by a woman such as Lynn McDevitt, who most certainly knew her way around a cock, was the utmost compliment. My ego rose like my cock at that moment in time.

Lynn looked up at me wickedly, with obvious evil intent in those mischief-filed eyes. "Do you know I know magic tricks?" She lifted my shaft to allow unfettered access to my testicles and began to hum as she sucked on the heavy walnut-sized balls.

"Well," I panted, gripping the armrests of the couch as I felt the seed begin to boil deep within. "You're doing quite a magic job on me as it is. Damn. Amazing."

She slapped my rocks across her pretty face, in a playful self-flagellation gesture, and I admit that the sight was made even more erotic as her wedding ring sparkled while she wanked my cock.

"Well, you ain't see nothin' yet, young man. Turn around and get on your hands and knees on the couch."

This was a new one on me. But, who was I to quibble with a magician? She could saw me in half at that point as long as she kept doing what she was doing. I bent over tentatively on the couch cushion, wondering what her view was as my ass pointed directly towards her face. She then revealed the secret to her audience of one.

I felt her tongue begin to rim the edges of my anus. This was most definitely another first for me. She mumbled into my gaping asshole, her words almost echoing, and for the first time I felt a tongue penetrate my most sacred hole. "For my first trick, I'm going to make you whimper like a little schoolgirl."

She accomplished that objective with alacrity. I'd always had kind of an anxious trepidation of anything even in close proximity of my butt (ass-a-phobia?), but Lynn's warm, long tongue felt like a tender, relaxing massage, now that I was getting used to it. The fact that she was now stroking my cock in an awkward, almost upside-down position, was helping to alleviate any tension, also, that was for sure.

"Now," she said, maneuvering herself so that she was almost lying vertically on the carpet beneath me. "I'm going to make nearly eight inches disappear." In three of four impassioned gulps, with the dexterity of jockey on her stallion, she took my full length in her throat with one loud gulp accompanying each oral thrust.

I felt her nose bury into my patch of pubic hair. It felt surreal, beyond my most vivid fantasy. A married forty-eight year old vixen was deep-throating me from behind as I was in a thoroughly vulnerable condition, and loving every second. I was in complete surrender, thinking heaven couldn't get any better than this, when I felt her pinky finger ease into my sphincter. My cock twitched and rumbled and I imagined that schoolgirls everywhere would have giggled in response to my squeals.

Intuitively anticipating my pending explosion, Lynn quickly flipped me completely around with surprising strength, and pointed my cock right at ground zero, otherwise known as her chin.

The semen erupted from my slit like a massive dam break, coating Lynn's neck with a projectile-like force. Perhaps ten spurts shot like white volcanic ash over her forehead, between her eyes, on her fluttering eyelids, in her hair, on her cheekbone, and then, ultimately, the grand finale. She took her tits and wiped her erect nipples on my cock so that the last trickles of cum dangled from her pointy nubs.

I lay on the couch, trying to keep from hyperventilating, as I watched her scoop up the sticky, bubbly cum suds from her face and lick them from her fingertips.

All I could muster was, "Bra-fucking-vo, maestro. What a performance." It was at that precise moment in time that I realized the virtues of an older woman's charms. I was hooked. Yet far from done. Reciprocation was my middle name. (Well, actually, it's Charles, but work with me on a little poetic license, will ya?)

I bent down to lift Lynn and guided her down next to me on the couch, and expressed my appreciation with a series of long, hot kisses. It was the first time I had ever tasted myself, ass and all, and the strangely pungent flavor was not entirely repulsive. (OK, OK, I liked it, it was hot! You happy now?)

My tongue went slowly into her mouth repeatedly, and she returned the favor. We sat there kissing for quite a while, until she began humping my leg with her wet crotch. I rolled her over on the couch, and began kissing my way down her sexy body. I was making it a point to enjoy every inch of her.

I tasted, smelled and felt her entire body. I spent a long while licking and sucking on her breasts. They were so firm and her nipples were sticking straight out. I was alternating between licking one and working the other between my fingers.

I began kissing down her soft, flat stomach, and the scent emanating from her crotch mixing with the sweet smells of her body lotion and perfume were intoxicating. I covered her tanned, flat, smooth stomach with kisses as I worked down to her sweet pussy. She was raising her legs into the air as my mouth reached the object of my desire.

I removed the sheer pink panty and looked at her bare pussy for the first time, and it was absolutely beautiful. Her lips were perfectly shaped, and they were all creamy with a delicate pale fluid oozing from her folds like a softly trickling stream. I inserted two fingers and began to explore, stopping to remove them and savor the buttery cream. Yum.

Her soft wisps of reddish pubic hair made a perfect path to her clit. Her inner lips were very pink, and her whole pussy was swollen with lust. I looked up from between her legs, over her tummy, and up past her tits to her face which was glowing with arousal and anticipation.

It was the sexiest sight I had ever seen in my life.

Her eyes were closed, and she was lost in passionate bliss. It was an incredible turn-on for me knowing that I had been a part of bringing her to this point of passion. That, and the fact I was about to lick the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen, was about to push me over the edge.

I lowered my face and inhaled her tantalizing aroma.

As I leaned in closer, Lynn raised her crotch to my face. My tongue slid right in and was instantly covered with the sweetest, creamiest, nectar in the universe. I thought it was good off of my fingers, but straight from the source was almost indescribable.

She arched her back and shoved her pussy into my face and I stuck my tongue in as far as I could. I began rubbing her perfect butt, and she was going crazy. She started begging me to stick it in. So, wanting to please, I slid my finger in as deep as it would go and began turning it as I slid it in and out of her tight bum.

The mature beauty was writhing at my every touch, and I was entranced with her body. I never knew that an older woman's passion could be so intense, and that I could feel so captivated by pleasuring a woman twice my age in this way. It was like I could do no wrong. Everything I did turned her on even more. I was sucking on her clit and sliding my tongue up and down, and in and out of her saturated, sopping slit. I could tell she was getting ready to cum.

Lynn arched her back and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her pussy. Next thing I knew, my mouth was being flooded with her juices. It was incredible! I almost couldn't swallow it all. She kept cumming until I slowly pulled my finger from her tight ass, and my tongue from her slit. She lay there almost unconscious for perhaps about three minutes while I leisurely stroked my titanium-hard shaft, patiently awaiting her resurrection.

"Oh my God, WHO taught you to do that?" She said, finally stirring, as she looked up at me with a dazed but sated look.

I smiled down at her, admiring the look of sexual bliss adorning her still cum-splattered face. "I have a bit of an oral fixation, and yours is the most delectable pussy I have ever enjoyed. I could stay down there all day."

She reached up and grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulling me down on top of her. "Kiss me," she panted, in a demanding tone. "I want to taste myself on you as you fuck me."

Lynn's kisses were indeed electrifying. My cock needed no additional incentive, it was more than ready for prolonged action, but the way she kissed me remains imbedded in my brain to this day.

We kissed frantically, our tongues molding together like seasoned teammates, and the tip of my cock eased into her still soaking gash. She released the kiss for just a second. "Keep kissing me while you fuck me, stallion. Kiss me like you want to fuck me, and fuck me like you want to kiss me forever." And just to be sure I understood, she grabbed the back of my ass and thrust it towards her target.

"And fuck me hard, rough. I like it that way, I need it that way. Don't hold back. Let's see how many times eight inches of twenty-four can go into this tight forty-eight year old pussy."

A lot of times, as it turned out.

I'd never yet had a woman even remotely talk to me in this way, and it provided me with the life-long revelation that hot sex is only enhanced and augmented by an open, steamy, verbal dialogue. Or, in Lynn's case, since I was still new to this (but a quick learner), a monologue. It helped that hers was riddled with obscenities and exhortations rarely heard publicly on the tranquil sidewalks of Lancaster Avenue. The dirtier she talked with filthy encouragement and directives, the harder I fucked her.

I grabbed her thin ankles roughly and spread her athletic legs as far as they could be spread and joined in the diatribe. "I have my own magic tricks, you fucking cockslut. I'm gonna split that hot cunt of yours in two....."

She wailed as the tip of my cock banged against her cervix repeatedly. My cock audibly snapped each time I entered her as deeply as her snatch would allow, hitting rock bottom on the hard wall of the back of her pussy. Yet the more I thrust, the more she yelled for more. More. More cock..........

Lynn's head had virtually disappeared into the couch cushions, such was the urgency of our frantic fucking. With each rocking of my pelvis, I felt her inner walls struggle to grip my dick, attempting to adjust and expand so that she could accept more length, more girth, more dick. "More, deeper, harder, more cock," she screamed over and over, our aerobics rattling the crystal chandelier in the adjacent room.

Sweat poured from my brow and streamed onto her torso, and I became legitimately concerned that I would smother her, her face was buried so deeply in the upholstery.

And so I became the choreographer, picking her lithe frame up, high in the air, fucking her standing up for a few moments while we continued to lock lips while she mumbled every combination of x-rated rantings into my mouth, and then finally, I turned and plopped myself down on the couch, never releasing her humid pussy from my engorged cock, and slammed her down on me, reverse cowgirl-style.

I pulled her wrists back so that they were locked in my palms, assuring that I could continue to control her body, which by now, had unequivocally surrendered to the assault being perpetrated on her by my cock. I pulled her back towards me and began caressing her nipples with my free hand, and she was now close enough to me to swivel her neck around to kiss me once more. Every time her lips met mine and her tongue sucked into my mouth, the electricity within my cock rose exponentially. How did Lynn put it? "Fuck me like you want to kiss me forever...."

By now, I was an unabashed convert to the virtues of sexual endeavors with an older woman. But, greedy bastard that I've always been, I wanted more.

I wanted that ass of hers.

I pushed Lynn up, releasing her wrists, so that she could now bounce unencumbered on me. She placed her hands on my thighs to balance herself while I could now watch my dick squish in and out of her puffy pussy lips, now liberally dripping with a milky white liquid substance. (What a beautiful view.)

As if reading my mind for the eventual destination of my cock, Lynn dipped her fingers into her mouth and began salivating over three digits. She then reached back, all the while groaning and bucking her hips down onto my lap fiercely, and stuck first one, and then another finger into her rectum, twirling them around like miniature corkscrews in an attempt to lubricate and loosen her anal cavity.

She looked back to admonish me, pulling out her fingers with a 'pop', and then wagging them at me with raised eyebrows and a maternal scowl, which was ironic because she was old enough to be my mother. "There's a time to be rough. This is not one of those times. You're hung like a horse. Don't ruin me. Go slow. Please."

She raised her hips off of me, reluctantly pulling her steamy, humid cunt off of my beet-red member. My cockhead was literally being rubbed raw by the force and friction of our animated fucking. I could only imagine the bruises and bumps on Lynn's vaginal walls and cervix. No wonder she wanted it in her ass. She needed to give her poor pussy a break.

With the careful precision of a surgeon performing micro-surgery, she reached around and with both hands, she pried her taut ass cheeks apart, causing her winking bung hole to gape at me teasingly. She fell back, her back on my chest, to brace herself against the upcoming anal penetration. She stuck yet one more finger into her anus after licking it with enough spit to put out a small brush fire.

A slight rise of her hips, and my cockhead slid into her as about a half-an-inch, just enough to make her wince. "Oooo," she groaned in a guttural exclamation. "Aaah," I exhaled, feeling the heat and vice-like grip of her tightest hole grip my cockhead like a flaming glove.

She rocked ever so slowly on me, and with each subtle gyration, my cock slid in perhaps about another quarter of an inch. Without turning around this time, she gave me additional counsel. "It's close....aaahhh. When you hear and feel the pop, then you can go fast. Get ready........"

About ten seconds later, I did feel the aforementioned pop, as her anal muscles immediately wrapped around my shaft like a collapsing wall of heated bricks. She leaned back more, grunting loudly now, and I grabbed her breasts roughly, groping the small grapefruit-sized orbs, pinching and pulling on the rubbery nipples until they distended almost a full inch from her areolas, and I began to nip on the nape of her neck as her hair flew wildly into my eyes.

"Oh...my....God, this is fucking amazing. Oh, fuck, what a feeling, unmmmmhhhhh. It's like I have a flamethrower in my asshole, I've....unnnnh......I've never.........."

Just then, as my own balls were about to implode, I felt something unlike any sensation before or since. Lynn's anal channel literally began to rumble, and I could feel her sphincter pulse and yawn around me, my cock now buried probably five or six inches in her forty-eight butt. She sat frozen on me for perhaps five seconds, perfectly still except for a barely perceptible trembling running through her inner thighs, almost as if she were suspended from an attack of vertigo. Then suddenly..........

"UNNNNGHHHH, OOHHHH, MYYYYY, GODDDDDDDDD. FFFFF-UUCCCKKKKKK............" She shrieked like a exotic bird and shook like a screen door in a hurricane. Lynn's body convulsed as if being manipulated by a puppeteer and I felt a splash of warm moisture on my lap, running down onto my thighs, spilling onto the couch. Her body writhed and gyrated and her skin turned the hue of the gills of a salmon, caught on the hook, my cock serving as the bait, flopping in desperate confusion.

All the while, I continued to pump my cock ardently into her bowels, and the more I fucked her ass, the longer and more animatedly Lynn orgasmed. When her body could literally take no more blissfully sweet punishment, she virtually catapulted herself off of me and onto the couch in a fetal position, rocking back and forth and mumbling incoherently. It wasn't until that very moment that I realized that she had two fingers pressed against the nub of her clit. She was still frigging herself spiritedly.

From my vantage point just a few feet from her buttocks, I could see her anus opening and closing like the contracting entrance to a small tunnel, which is exactly what was occurring. I remember this scene every time I see a woman coming profusely. It's an involuntary reflex. Their assholes always verify a gigantic orgasm in a truly authentic way.

I thought she was done, and I stood up and hovered over her tentatively, like a fighter who stood over an opponent was expecting the referee to initiate an eight-count. Yet, with perhaps her most impressive magic trick of the afternoon, she rose, Lazarus-like, and I gasped in shock as she grabbed my cock with two hands, and stuffed the raw meat into her mouth.

She ran two long fingers underneath my shaft and began to stimulate that incredibly sensitive area right at the base of the pubic bone, below the balls and just above the anus. Though I didn't think it possible, this caused my dick to grow even longer and firmer. Feeling this, since my cock was buried deep in her mouth, Lynn knew that she had me on the verge again and could time my ejaculation pretty much any ol' time she damn well pleased.

And the time was nigh, as they say in Scotland. Echoing my words from earlier, she let her mouth ease off my cock for just long enough to look up at me and utter, "My face for two hundred, Alex."

She lowered her head and resumed her fun. I responded affirmatively with a generous helping of her second feast of face-food in the last hour or so, some of the semen coating over the same spots where there was now dried blotches on her skin and hair from the prior oral homage.

We curled into a mutual ball and cuddled, dozing out of sheer exhaustion for a few minutes until she glanced at her diamond Movado wrist-watch, between the two of us, the only thing we had on. Well, other than her wedding ring, of course.

"C'mon, let's take a shower, and then have some lunch finally. We have a lot to talk about." She pulled me up by the arm and kissed me again. Best kisser ever.

I tagged along as I watched her beautiful ass sashay in front of me, still red from my grips on her buttocks and still distended from my cock being up it less than five minutes ago.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you, but the reason I was at the Horse Show yesterday is because I am an equestrian rider, and I have a performance on Wednesday evening at Devon. I'd like you to attend. I also have a dear friend I'd like to introduce you to, if you wouldn't mind me 'leasing' you out to her for a.....ride. I think it'd be much fun to share you, if you think you could handle two forty-eight year-olds."

"Wednesday night, hmmmm, lemme think." I rubbed my chin, as if pondering my dance card. Lynn smacked my stomach playfully, knowing full well I would make myself available even if a plow horse had to haul me over. I thought about the prospect of a threesome. I'd never had one, not a FFM, anyway. "Are you serious?" I asked, hoping she was.

"I'm very serious," Lynn winked, leading me up the stairs and into her master bedroom. "And don't call me Shirley."