MGB GT V8

I so wanted to suck his young cock again. From the little I had seen of it, it looked gorgeous, so suckable, so sexy and clean. It was like only a very young man's cock can be. It looked even more cute and sweet, but I still couldn't even reach it. My hands held his body close to mine; my words begged him to fuck me. I pleaded with him to stick his lovely cock deep into my cunt. I did everything I knew to make him want me, but he ignored all my cries of wanton sex and continued to tease me to more peaks. My tummy ached from the perpetual climaxes he had given me, the muscles in my abdomen straining for more but wanting the feel of his cock.

He straightened up so he was kneeling, but upright. His cock was only inches from my wet and very willing pussy. Oh god! I wanted it so much.

He smiled and said "Are you ready for this?"

As his young cock touched my pussy, its soft hardness made me shudder in anticipation. He leaned forward pushing the first few inches into me. Oh! That wonderful feeling of a nice cock entering my body, made so much better because it was a new one and a very young and fresh one. This all added to the feelings of pure lust.

He pushed forward. Oh my god! It didn't look that big, but it was going places I hadn't had a cock before. It was reaching parts that other cocks had never reached, touching something so deep inside me that I climaxed instantly.

He smiled and said "You really like this don't you?"

I just nodded my head, I couldn't speak. That climax he had started was showing no signs of subsiding, as he plunged even deeper into me.

He drove that fantastic young thing into me for a good half an hour. All the time, I was in a constant state of orgasmic bliss. But even Superman, as I thought of him, had his limitations and he groaned as he filled me with his cum. He spurted so deep inside me that it caused another peak in this prolonged climax.

He smiled at me and said, "Sorry I couldn't hold back any longer. You are so sexy I lost control."

Even that was a compliment. Where did this Adonis come from? Was he an alien? Had he beamed down to teach us earthlings how to make love with style? How could someone so young be so accomplished? As he drew his cock out, I knew it was my turn to be the tormenter, my body rolling forward, taking his cum covered cock in my mouth as soon as it was free of my pussy.

The cum was still dripping out of me as I knelt between his legs and sucked his wonderful young cock, licking and sucking every part of it till it was completely clean and very hard again. As I sucked his cock, his hands caressed my head, his finger running through my hair. Not pressing down like my husband would have done, he was encouraging me without exerting any pressure on me at all.

I don't know what made me do it, but I think I wanted to show him I wasn't as old as I might seem, to a lad of his age. He was lying on his back while I knelt between his outspread legs.

I stood up and moved forwards until I was standing over him, then I sat down gently on his cock, riding him while facing him. I had a moment of doubt as I realised my titties would bounce when I reached the fast strokes, but that would have to be. I wanted to fuck him and fuck him really hard; show him that despite being twice his age and then some, I could still do it. And he seemed to like my slightly worn body. He didn't mind that I bore the signs of child bearing and I wasn't a trim teenager any more. I knew he could get any girl he wanted, with his looks, so he must have wanted to be there with me now, fucking me in my own lounge.

I started slowly, my knees tucked tight by his sides as I rode him. It was like riding a horse, in more ways than one, both in the action of my body and the size of his young cock. I made my pussy grip as tight as I could on each down stroke -making it as tight as possible. I wanted to be like a girl, not a mother. I wanted him to feel the tightness of my cunt as I gripped his big hard cock with all my might.

He groaned and said, "God you feel good you're tighter than most girls I have fucked"

Just how many girls have you made love to? I asked, rather cheekily.

He smiled and said, "A gentleman never tells"

By now I was getting quite excited again and rode him fast and furiously, driving myself down onto his lovely young cock with all my strength. My titties, as I had expected, bounced up and down in time with my energetic fucking. He didn't seem to mind, though. I came so hard I had to stop. He simply lifted me up to the tip of his cock and fucked me from underneath, his bum ramming his cock up me like a piston in a car engine, but not in a broken down MGB.

"Chrissie, Chrissie," he cried, as he drove me to one climax after another.

I lost consciousness for a moment, the passion was so great. He didn't stop, or even slow down. He kept me at the peak of orgasm for the whole time, driving me higher than I had been for a very long time. It had been ages since I passed out with the excitement of sex, and it was so good to feel that totally overwhelming feeling of complete surrender to a man.

I have no idea how long he kept me in that state of pure orgasmic pleasure, but it seemed forever to me at the time. Finally, like all the very best things, he gave a groan and emptied himself into me for the second time that afternoon. We just clung together for a long time, both exhausted - even this super fit young man had reached his limit of endurance.

I felt so elated that I could still satisfy a fit young man, fuck him to a standstill. We eventually drew apart, our skin sticking where the sweat had dried, bonding us together. Perhaps it was some of his cum that had escaped from my pussy, but it hurt as we pulled apart.

"Would you like a shower?" I inquired.

He smiled, "Only if you come with me."

I took his hand and led him upstairs, through the master bedroom and into the en suite. It's much nicer that the downstairs shower and all sexy with pink curtains, and my special perfumed shower cream.

I had designs on his young body that involved my hands and his perfect young cock. I turned the water on and stepped in. He joined me, taking me in his arms and kissing me again. God! Did he want more? If so, I wouldn't complain - not in the slightest. In fact I couldn't get enough of this young god of sex.

But first I wanted to worship that wonderful thing hung between his legs. It deserved the most reverent attention I cold possible give it. Soaping my hands, I carefully wrapped them around his cock. It was semi erect; not hard but certainly not limp. I massaged the creamy soap round the head and along the shaft, taking care to clean it and make him feel good. My other hand soaped his big balls, hanging loose in their sac. Then my finger strayed between his legs, finding that little puckered up hole he had.

At first he seemed to not want my attention, but he soon relaxed and moved his legs wider apart to give me better access to his brown ring. The suds made it easy for me to insert first one finger and then a second one. He was panting with lust; this was really turning him on. He groaned and pushed his bum against my hand, wanting more. I made a little fucking action with my fingers like a tiny cock fucking his ass.

He responded, crying out, "Oh god! That's so good!"

His hands were all over me, every bit of flesh was being massaged by his hands and that very expensive shower cream my husband had given me for our wedding anniversary. The smell of it, mixed with the pure lust of our touching was a very heady mix. So heady, in fact, I was ready for more.

From the look of his very erect cock, so was he. I wanted to stay in the shower all afternoon enjoying his caressing and his gentle touch, but he had other ideas. Even this super stud had his limits. He wanted me badly and made it quite obvious by picking me up, still dripping water onto the carpet, and carried me to my bed.

Laying me down, his hands went straight to my titties, fondling and gently squeezing my nipples. It was as if he had read the manual on 'making love to Chrissie'. He knew just how to touch me, and where to make me purr with pleasure; how to make me want him more, with every touch of his soft young hands.

I had this flash of shame and regret as he worked me towards another peak, in this afternoon's festival of sex. This was, after all, my marriage bed and we were soaking wet from the shower; but his incessant hands soon made me forget that I was a wife and mother. For these few hours I was his little bit on the side, his wanton whore, his M.I.L.F. and that described my feeling exactly: a mum who wanted to be fucked.

His fingers were making me squirm around as he brought me to my next orgasm. His finger was delving deep inside me, touching that special place that would make me cum so quickly but so hard. Why on earth don't they teach girls in the sex education classes at school where that spot is? And how to find it. Come to think about it perhaps they should teach boys as well. It would make for a lot happier girls out there, wouldn't it?

My head was reeling as he sent me so high with his sexy fingers. I just about fainted with the passion and pleasure of this wonderful long climax. Oh god! How could one so young be so bloody good?

I had often thought that, if I ever had the chance to make love with a man a lot younger than me, it would be me teaching him the things to do. This was as if the roles were reversed and I was a young girl and he was an experienced older man teaching me.

My young mechanic's knowledge of female desire was unparalleled in one so immature. He couldn't have been more that nineteen, perhaps twenty, and here he was teaching a married mum of two how to make love. I always assumed my husband was good, but he paled when compared to this young devil.

At long last he tired of making me cum and spread my legs wide to accommodate his body. As he slipped between them, his hard young cock touched my inflamed pussy. Oh god! He was going to fuck me again! Could I take this perpetual onslaught of sex from this young Adonis? He was so full of energy that it shocked me to realise I was slowing down compared to this devil between my legs. I actually felt my age, something I had never even given a thought to. It had taken a young man and his never flagging cock to show me I wasn't a teenager any more. That aside, I was still going to enjoy this even if it knackered me for the rest of the week.

His entered me in one long slow thrust, going from the tip of his cock right to his testicles in a single movement.

"Chrissie," he murmured, as he drove his weapon deep into me, making me cry out in ecstasy.

His cock seemed to take over my body. All thought of age and tiredness left me. His youth invigorated me, bringing back my love for abandoned and unashamed sex.

There is nothing better in the whole wide world than giving oneself over to the passion of sex. Letting one's body dictate the pace, forgetting about age and energy levels. Let tomorrow take care of that, just give in to the lust of the moment. Allow your lover to take you where he wanted you to go, and most of all enjoy it.

That first long strong stroke was unforgettable. It stayed with me throughout the whole session, even though he made me cum so many times. His wonderful young cock delved so deep and so expertly into my body. I still shudder when I think of it now several years later. It was one of those moments that you never forget.

His lovemaking, no, his sex was so adventurous. He turned me one way then another, every different position giving me new thrills, new places for his cock to explore. First on my back, then my legs over his shoulders, then turned on my side; him kneeling one of my legs, trapped between his as he pounded my pussy. One moment I was on top, then again on my back. We thrashed around my bed for hours. He came more that once, but it didn't stop him. He was inexhaustible, but at long last he grunted and filled me once again with his hot sticky stuff.

We lay side my side on my bed, neither of us able to do anything. My fears of being too old were, to some extent, allayed. He was just as knackered as I was, despite him being less than half my age. But, like all good things, it came to an end.

He was the first to speak. "I'd better get back to work. My boss will wonder where I am."

I smiled but said nothing. What was there to say? We had both gone into this knowing I was a married woman and he was just a young stud trying to prove his virility. By god, he'd done that and then some.

"Would you like another a shower before you go?" I asked. He replied, "I don't think that's such a good idea, do you?" grinning from ear to ear, making me shudder with the thought of what happened last time we got into the shower together.

He did accept my offer of coffee and we sat at my breakfast bar.

I thought to myself, "This is where it all started. Only a few hours ago he was nothing more than a sexy young man who had come to my rescue; but now he had conquered me totally become my lover, my nemesis. How could a man so young, so inexperienced show a married woman how to make love in such a fulfilling and complete way?"

It should have been the other way around. I had so much more experience than him, but it counted for nothing. He was the best lover I have ever known, and I intended to repeat this afternoon as soon as possible.

How do you ask a man young enough to be your own son that you want him to come back for more? I couldn't let him go without making arrangements to meet again. I struggled with the words, trying to find the right way to ask him to visit me again. I made several false starts on begging him for more, but just couldn't make myself ask him outright to fuck me again some time soon.

Thank goodness for his brash youth, because as he finished his coffee and stood up to leave he looked at me and said, "That was good. Can we do it again please?"

"What, now?" I replied

"No I've got to get back to work, but sometime soon. I think you are just about the sexiest thing I have ever taken to bed."

With that devilish twinkle in his eyes, he winked at me and said, "Can I give you a call?"

Without answering him, I took one of my calling cards out of my handbag and gave it to him. It had my phone number on it and the next step would have to be his. I was too scared to trust myself with making arrangements. He got into his little van and drove away.

I sat for ages just thinking about what I had done, or, to more precise, what I had allowed him to do to me. When I thought about it, he had taken the lead. I just got swept along in the whirlpool of his sexual desire, and enjoyed every moment of it. But that's my role in life; I am a follower not a leader, almost to the point of being submissive. That, however, had not been the issue here. I wanted him to call me soon.

As the hours turned into days and the days into weeks, I got more and more depressed, thinking he was just being kind to an older woman after he had enjoyed a romp with her. I thought he wasn't interested in doing it again. The times I picked up the phone to call his garage, but never daring to actually ring him. It was almost a month ago now. I had almost given up hope of ever tasting his special brand of lovemaking again, thinking, well, at least I know what it's like to be taken to those special places by a young man, who seemed to know no bounds to the things he did to a woman. A young man who's energy was unbounded, whose cock seemed to never flag.

I had just gotten out of the shower, getting ready to go out for the afternoon, when the phone rang. Nothing special about that, I suppose. I had ten or more calls every day from friends and family; but something inside me tightened up. I just knew it was him. My heart was beating like a sledge hammer in my chest as I picked up the phone. I could hardly breathe. It had to be him.

"Good afternoon," I said quietly into the handset, my voice so husky that if it had been anyone else, they might have been concerned.

"Good afternoon to you too," he replied, "are you free this afternoon? We could make it a very good afternoon if you're free."

"I'm free."

I lied. My appointment could be put off for this opportunity, that's for sure.

"Right," he said, "meet me at the picnic place on the road to T.......... in about half an hour"

"Okay," I muttered completely flustered.

Why did he want to meet in a picnic place when I had a very comfortable bed and all the privacy we could wish for? I decided I was going. Whatever he wanted, it was fine by me, so long as I got some more of that wonderful sex only he had ever given me.

I dressed carefully in casual but pretty clothes, including stockings and suspenders, remembering his reaction to them last time; a short skirt that had a kilt-like fastening and a button through blouse; my very best sexy undies and a little dab of my favourite perfume.

I had shaved my bits only that morning, because he had commented on 'how sexy I looked without any hair on my cunt,' his actual words. I got into my car shaking with anticipation and a little fear. What on earth was I thinking about meeting this young devil in a public place? I was dressed to impress, and so randy that I was already leaking in my thong. I pulled into the car park with a few minutes to spare. I'm quite well known for being late, but today I was certainly on time .... And on heat! My tummy was contracting with the thoughts of what he had done to me on our first encounter. Could this be as good, or maybe even better?

I looked around for his van, but it wasn't there. Several cars were parked around the edge of the picnic area, but no van. Where was he? I parked in an open area as far from the other cars as possible; one of them might know me, and I didn't want anyone seeing me meeting a young man in this notorious dogging car park.

I slid down in my seat, trying to hide as best I could in the car. I waited for about ten minutes before I spotted my young mechanic walking from a car stationed the other end of the car park. He was so handsome, and so athletic-looking. Could he really be coming to see me?

Those tight jeans hugging the outline of his manhood showed off his oversized bulge. His tight tee shirt, stretched across the muscles of his chest, his swagger - a little cocky like most teenagers. He was so sure of himself and I was so frightened and unsure of myself.

He reached my car and came up to the passenger side, reaching out for the door handle. I had forgotten I had locked it. The look on his face when it didn't open to his touch was priceless, but I pressed the button to unlock the car immediately. He sat beside me, and touched my leg. He had such perfect confidence, he was as sure of himself as I was afraid of what he had in store for me. His smile of greeting spread across his face. He knew I was going to do whatever he wanted me to; he knew I wanted more of his wonderful lovemaking.

I think he had gauged his call just right, long enough for me to be gagging for him, but not so long I might forget the thrills he had given me. He was a master of women and, god, he knew it.

He smiled at me and said, "Shall we take a walk in the woods, Chrissie?"

At that moment I knew he intended to make love to me outside, in the open, in public. It scared the hell out of me, but it wouldn't stop me, that's for sure. I locked the car. He took my hand, leading me across the car park to his little sports car. He stopped and took a blanket out of the boot, then continued walking along this track, well worn by many feet.

We walked for about half a mile before he stopped and said, "This looks a nice spot for it, doesn't it Chrissie?"

I didn't reply. I didn't dare.