Recollections Ch. 06

PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here
sammican1
sammican1
659 Followers

Would you groan? Would you grunt? Would you moan? Would you purr?

Slowly, I rose to my feet. I stood above you, looking down and devouring your naked body as I removed my shirt. My eyes watched your eyes. They ran over my body as I threw the shirt away. What were they thinking?

Did you expect my chest to be tanned? Not being a sun worshipper, it wasn't. Were you disappointed?

Did you expect wrinkles? I giggled inside at the thought. I might be a lot older than you, but I had the impression you actually expected my skin to be hanging from my body.

Reaching down, I took your hand and brought it to my chest, holding it there as I ran it across my smooth skin. Your touch was cool. I was making a point, as well as reassuring you. What I hadn't expected was the way my cock throbbed at the sensation of your fingers on my flesh.

I held your hand more tightly as I dropped it to the bulge in my black jeans, gratefully feeling you grip me. I couldn't help but moan.

My hands went to my belt. I unfastened it with an urgency that was running through my psyche. I ripped it away and then unzipped myself, watching as your hand dropped away as I pushed my jeans down to my feet. I kicked them away and then dragged one sock off, then the other.

Your eyes were glued to my crotch and I pulled my boxers down, allowing your gaze to feast on my rock hard cock.

Feast?

Okay, that may have been the wrong word. The good news was that I was fully erect, hard and aching, just for you. The bad news was that I was no larger than average. Was that a disappointment? The good news was that if you and when you felt me, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between me and the young bucks who I assumed you'd been with.

"Want me to put a bag over my head?" I asked, watching every emotion on your face, in your gaze. "See if you can tell the difference?"

+++

It was a strong climax, a heavy orgasm; you gave me a monumental cum. Truth be known it had started when I took my top off. That outlandish gesture, something that really was out of character for me, had got things going. Your mouth and hands on my bare breasts, your eyes adoringly scanning my body, your removal of the rest of my clothes and you taking me to my bed, naked had increased the tempo. Kissing me, touching me, caressing me and opening my legs had started making me shudder. Your fingers visiting my clit, sliding along the length of my pussy then going inside had opened my floodgates and your mouth on my most womanly place had crumbled every single vestige of defence I had. As I lay whimpering my legs spread, your head between my thighs, your tongue doing such amazing things to me, every part of my body joined in a symphony of seemingly synchronised sensations. They combined to join up each sexually sensitive place I had. My clit felt as though it was hot wired to each of my nipples. My pussy seemed intrinsically linked to each of my breasts. They all exchanged 'good vibrations,' vibrant sensations, sensual messages, erotic signals and such fucking incredible feelings. I wasn't just cumming with my body nor with just my mind, I was not climaxing just with my tits or nipples, clit or cunt, I was cumming with everything I had and I was cumming everywhere. My little toe seemed to be as affected as each of my ridiculously bloated nipples, my blonde hair felt it as much as my breasts and my kneecaps reverberated with such powerful sexual shudders as did my cunt. I trembled and shook, thrust and surged and almost convulsed as all hell let loose everywhere. I was a blubbering, moaning, groaning grunting and whimpering mess as it felt as though your head slid all the way up my cunt. That went on for some time, just how long I have no idea for time had ceased to exist. In fact, nearly everything else had also seemed to no longer exist. There was just you, me and, most crucially, my body that was left to exist. But then things changed again, marvellously and so erotically. You started to undress for me. That was perfect. Both the act of baring yourself and the moment you chose to do it. I always find it adds something to my arousal to be naked, or as good as, whilst my partner is dressed; I also find similar things happening if I am dressed and he is naked. Odd! So when you 'disrobed' you added even more to the already extreme excitement of the situation. I was still trembling. My tits felt so full and heavy. They also felt big, as big as I would like them to be, as big as my mum who has ample C cups. My nipples were still aching with the need for further relief and my cunt, inside, out and all along each lip was on fire. I was coming down from the awesome height of my orgasm to the level where I need to be held and loved before being fucked. So to have you 'perform' for me was so in keeping with what was happening that I felt even more pangs of orgasmic delight. As you revealed your cock to me I have to admit to a slight feeling of relief in that you were superbly hard, for I had had some worries along those lines. Naked cocks in pictures do little for me. When the cock has little or nothing to do with me, but is simply an inanimate object owned by an unknown, I rarely look on it as a massive, or even moderate come to that, turn on. It's not as the view of a female breast or thigh is to a man, then it is the look and shape irrespective of whose flesh is on show that is the turn on. Perhaps that's part of the reason why men find it easier to shag someone they don't know, whilst we struggle with that. So a cock, as hard and as sturdily appealing as that you were flaunting at me has little appeal in isolation. If what you were showing was in a photo in a newspaper, I would probably turn the page and check the weather, it would be more exciting! But when a cock is as close up and personal and its target is clear, obvious and is me, everything changes. Then it does thrill, it does excite, it does arouse for it becomes an object of serene beauty. That's almost certainly due to the realisation that soon it will provide me with the ultimate female sexual thrill, that soon it will become an invader, that soon it will enter and penetrate me. Yes, that soon, that hard, ready and so available cock will be fucking me. As both of my hands found my waiting breasts and caressed them, so I smiled gratefully at you. Stroking the tingling flesh and gently pinching my aching nipples, I said quietly. "Thank you Alan that was beautiful." Full of the confidence in your own nudity that comes with experience, as I had found with DD and another older lover, and is generally lacking in younger men, you stroked your cock as you laid on your side beside me propping your head up with your hand. "Oh Sammi," you whispered as you stroked my face, "You don't need to thank me." "Yes I know I don't," I said, slipping my arm round your neck, pulling your face towards me and lifting my head so that we could kiss. "I just wanted to though," I whispered. "That's lovely," you said, stroking my breast. "So do you want to?" You asked. "Yes of course Alan, I want to, very much," I replied, thinking you meant did I want to make love. "Have you got one then?" "What?" "A bag," you replied laughing. We both realised the mix up at the same time and laughed. "Don't be silly, that's not what I want?" "So no bag then?" "No." "Not over my face?" "No of course not." "What then, Sammi? What do you want?" "This," I groaned reaching out and wrapping my fingers round your erection. "This is what I want Alan," I went on looking you right in the eye as I slowly pumped that stirring lump of blood engorged flesh. I want this, I want your cock Alan. May I have it please?" +++

My cock was so hard, it ached. It ached because of your words. It ached at the sight of your stunning young body. It ached at the recollection of you moaning under my pleasuring tongue. It ached under the hand that was gently stroking it, making it even harder. And it ached at the thought of fucking you.

At last! At long last! Fucking Sammi!

"Of course you can have it," I softly said. "It's yours for as long as I'm here. To do with what you want." Twisting around to move my body against yours, I added, "And to do with what I want, too."

At first, you mistook my movement. You thought I was preparing to fuck you. I wasn't, not yet. Instead, I took you in my arms, pulling your head onto my shoulder, dragging one of your legs and draping it across my thigh. We had all the time in the world.

One hand gently stoked your soft hair, while the other caressed the soft skin of your ass. Just my fingertips. I traced along the heart shaped curve of your bum, softly, gently, loving the contented sigh that escaped from your lips. Slowly I adjusted position, so that my hand dropped from your hair to run along your shoulder, as if finding and tracing each freckle.

My other hand advanced up to your back, running up to the top of your spine and then back down again. I could feel my cock twitch with each tender gesture and knew that you'd feel it, too. For the moment, we both ignored it. It would be time soon enough.

My fingers lightly caressed your back, out to the sides, up to your arms, and then back down again. When you twisted a little in my arms, I brought my hand to your stomach, circling your navel, drawing patterns along your tummy, and then sliding upwards to your tits.

I ran my fingers around the curve of one breast, and then the other. Slowly, exaggeratedly so. Then they found your nipple, hard and erect. The tip of my finger pushed it in a little circle, loving the hard feeling as I manipulated it with just the one finger.

My cock told me I couldn't wait any more. It told me it couldn't wait anymore. Your soft moans suggested you were thinking the same way. Not that they made any difference. I was in that moment when a man needs his willing woman, when it would take a wild horse to stop him from, what's the quaint phrase, plighting ones troth?

You were rolling onto your back even as I began to change position. My body slid between yours, my knees pushing your widened legs even wider. I rubbed my cock along your wetness, but made no attempt to enter. Not yet. I sat up on my knees so that my cock could tease you further, while my hands took your wrists and pulled them together above your head.

Our eyes met and I leant down to kiss you. It was a gentle kiss to begin with, or a series of kisses to be more accurate. Our heads adjusted position to explore different angles, lips on lips, tongue flicking against tongue, teeth biting on lower lips, tongues searching around the inside and outside of each mouth.

"Want my cock?" I breathed into your open mouth.

"Yes," you gasped.

"Want me inside you?"

Your grunt answered for you.

"Want my cock in your cunt?" I asked.

Your grunt turned into a moan.

"Want gramps to fuck you?" I teased. "Want gramps to fuck his horny young bitch?"

"Yes," you groaned, finding the word from somewhere. "Yes, you bastard."

I stared into your eyes. That come-to-bed Sammi look had disappeared. It was replaced with a fuck-the-life-out-of-me look. Without you even knowing I slipped a condom on and moved closer to you.

My cock was aching so hard, it hurt. I slid it against your oily, labial lips, searching for entry. Like a homing beacon, it found its way home. To where it belonged. Inside, Sammi.

Your legs raised either side of me, hanging loosely then resting on the top of my ass. I slid in an inch, then another. Slowly, like a surgeon carrying out a delicate incision. I love that moment of entry. The exquisite feeling is so unlike any other. The sheathing of a man inside a woman! But the fact it was you, Sammi, simply exaggerated the pleasure...

"Ready?" I asked, gripping your hands more tightly above your head. My tongue licked across the outside of your lips, tracing their shape. Your ass lifted from the bed, taking half of my cock inside me.

Suddenly, the teasing was over. I groaned. I moaned. I may even have whimpered. As your legs gripped me tighter, I threw my head back and thrust all the way inside. Home at last

++

I had forgotten just how wonderful a feeling it is when a new lover enters me for the first time. It's always something special. It might not last though; sometimes not even to the end of the shag. It's odd how women, well me at least, can fancy a man so much and to the point that I am on my back legs spread and dripping for him, only for me to then be wondering, almost as soon as he is embedded in me up to his hilt, 'Why the fuck am I doing this?' It can be the attempts he has to make to get his angle of entry correct, he may not be hard enough, I may not be wet enough, he may use too much force, not enough, rush things or miss the sodding hole completely and slither his dick between my legs. He may grip me too hard, hurt me, squeeze me painfully or squash me. So many things. His breath may smell, his kiss may turn animalistic and he may simply not feel nice to my touch. And when any of those things happens, no matter what other skills he has and irrespective of how hard he tries, the fancying of him to the previous level can never return. But when: It slides in easily first time; He holds me wonderfully; It fits into me like a hand into a glove or, more appropriately perhaps, a cock to a condom; His body moulds perfectly to mine; The pressure of him and his hands is just right and When his back and bum are lovely to my touch then It really does feel as though he has come home at last and it's as if I am welcoming the prodigal son into my person. To my enormous relief, that was exactly how it was with us. And that is exactly how it was right through our first bout of lovemaking. You made me cum very quickly, but then that is a problem I usually encounter with a new lover. I seem to get so keyed up, so excited, so aroused and so ready for him that almost as soon as he is in me and I have the relief that he is ok, then that causes the other relief and my outpourings in both my female juices and my emotional satisfaction are so strong that I climax. "Oh yes Alan, oh yes, yes, yes," I moaned my legs wrapping themselves more firmly round your hips as, realising my need, you slammed yourself into me as far as you could go and held it there, ramrod straight and granite hard. "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard you dirty old bastard." "Is that what you want? You asked rhetorically, seeming as if by instinct to grasp my mood and needs. "Is that what you want?" You repeated, adding. "To talk dirty, to have me talk dirty to you as I fuck you, as I fuck your young juicy cunt." "Oh God yes," I groaned thrusting my young, juicy cunt as firmly as I could against your mature, smooth and hard cock. "Tell me Sammi, tell me." "Tell you what?" I groaned almost out of it from delirium. "What you want granddad to do to you, what you want the dirty old bastard to do to the sweet young baby?" "To fuck me." "Hard?" "Yes fuck me hard as hard as you can." "Where do you want to be fucked Sammi?" "In my cunt." "You want gramps to fuck your cunt?" You asked. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me in my cunt." And that is exactly what you did for the next two minutes or two hours for all I know.

+++

There's something about entering a woman for the first time.

On one level, it's the culmination of the chase. Everything, from meeting a woman you find attractive, discovering that there is chemistry between you, engaging in the mating ritual, is leading up to this point. Sometimes of course, the chase proves to be more pleasurable than the end result, though on the whole, it's true what they say.

Sex and golf are the only two things you can be crap at yet still enjoy.

On a second and wholly different level, it's the physical aspect. Does it feel like two different people that first time? Clumsy and uncertain? A coldness and feeling of distance, despite the intimacy. The sensation of two strangers coming together? And yes, I do mean coming together, as opposed to cumming together.

On either level, you actually know before you slide inside that this could be a mistake, that's if the act of fucking can ever be described as a mistake, of course. Maybe a feeling of let's get this over with descends, and then it's a race to the finish line as quickly as you both can.

Conversely, when it feels right... it's bliss. That's how it was with Sammi.

Everything felt right, from the moment I undressed you, gazed at your naked body, went down on you, tasted you, made you cum on my tongue and fingers. From the moment I took my clothes off, allowed you to see that sixty isn't that old after all, felt my cock twitch merely by the fact you were looking at it, then asking if you could have it.

It felt right from the way we kissed, a mixture of tenderness and passion, deep and soft, sloppy and wet, exchanging saliva, tongues fencing with one another, searching, licking, entwining. From the way I held you, stroked you, our bodies felt next to each other, how we fitted together.

All of the above combined to make the moment of entry truly special.

Your soft skin felt perfect against mine. Your young body seemed to fit under me so well. Your legs wrapped around me in just the way that enhances my arousal. Your hands and fingers on my skin made me tingle. And the way your velvet insides sheathed my pride and joy, accepted 'him' so comfortably and easily, created a surge in my cock and balls.

This, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, was as close to perfection as I could ever remember.

To begin with, I pushed all the way inside you, my belly slapping against yours as I rammed myself home. As always happens when I start what I know is going to be the perfect fuck, I felt the surge inside me threaten to produce an early end. I did what I always do in that moment.

I stretched my body to its absolute limit and held myself there, ramrod straight and granite hard. Don't fuck back, not quite yet, I silently implored you, biting down on my lower lip. Thank God you heard my silent plea. Your legs wrapped themselves more firmly round my hips and we stayed like that for a nano-second, perhaps, two nano-seconds, until my crisis had passed.

My relief was palpable. Now I could get down to business.

But even before I could react, your body was shaking and trembling. Were you cumming? So quickly? The thought made my cock grow another inch. I wanted your orgasm... your orgasms... as many as I could create before I had to give in to the urges that would become unstoppable in my own body and psyche.

You began to talk dirty to me, and that heightened my pleasure more than I could ever have expected. Your skin, your fingers, your hands, your thighs, your legs, your young, juicy cunt and your panting, gasping, husky commentary all combined to inflame my senses.

Oh, fuck!

I realised I wanted a video of this, but one that contained feeling as well as picture and sound, so that I could repeat the moment over and over again whenever I wanted. Or bottle it, bottle the whole sensation, so that I could dab it on my body whenever the mood drove me there.

I fucked you slowly, very slowly, but occasionally changed the pace to a sprint, pounding hard inside you, watching your tits bounce, your eyes widen, your breath catch, before slowly easing back down again. Each time I dropped the pace, I leaned down so that our faces touched, whispering into your ear. Asking questions. Telling you things.

"Remember the alley," I whispered, running my tongue around the soft flesh. "Did you like my fingers inside you?"

"Does my cock feel the same now? Tell me how it feels," I said, pressing my pubic bone down on yours.

"Did you like my tongue on you, sucking your clit..." I murmured, rotating my cock inside you. "Mmmm... it felt delicious, Sammi."

"Want to know something? You have the youngest, juiciest cunt I've ever tasted. Or fucked," I said, seconds before I went into overdrive for another good few seconds.

sammican1
sammican1
659 Followers