Sergeantsville

Eventually her trembling subsided and she stood very still.

She opened her eyes and looked down at Mark still on his knees, tenderly kissing her flat stomach just above her pussy and below her belly button, tracing a trail along the remnants of her stretch marks, the gesture so erotic Gail thought she just might cum again. She whispered down to him, watching him enjoy her body still, "I haven't cum like that, ever, thank you."

"Now it's my turn," she said and pulled Mark up by his shoulders, dropping to her knees, effectively trading positions. She unbuttoned his shirt, slid it off his shoulders as he kicked off his shoes. She dropped to her knees, unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper and let Mark's pants drop to the floor.

His young, steel-hard cock was now standing to full attention in front of Gail's face, straining to escape from his briefs. Gail tugged at the elastic of the undies, pulling them straight down, at the same time as she leaned forward and slid her mouth over the beautiful cock, swallowing it to the hilt, taking it down her throat, her nose pressed into his shaved pubic area, releasing a talent that she hadn't utilized in far too long. Her deep-throating ability. Gail had no gag reflex, but this monster was going to put that to the test, this was at least several inches longer and much thicker than the only cock she had practiced upon for a quarter-century.

Mark gasped in virtual shock as he realized what Gail was doing, consuming his cock whole in small gulps. The only person he had ever had, that could remotely deep throat like that, was Meg, Gail's daughter, eight years ago.

Gail looked up at him as she drew back up the shaft, one hand stroking and massaging his heavy balls while the other hand was on his firm butt cheek pulling Mark into her wet and willing mouth. He couldn't do anything but moan and watch in amazement as she performed her oral magic, making Mark's shaft disappear inch-by-inch. He just stood there, pants and undies around his ankles, as she sucked on me for his length for all she was worth. She continued to work on his thick shaft with one hand as she massaged his balls with the other, her mouth sucking up and down in unison with her hand.

It was only a few minutes before he felt my orgasm building. "Stop, please, or I'm going to cum," he stammered.

She ignored him, needing to taste new cum, and sucked and stroked even harder until his cock erupted and he spewed a massive load of hot sticky jism down Gail's throat. She didn't spill a drop, sucking and licking him clean, and was delighted to discover that Mark's cock was not only NOT softening, but if anything, it was getting even stiffer in her mouth despite his explosive orgasm. Ah, the recuperative wonders of youth, thought Gail, I could get VERY used to this.

She stood up and kissed him deeply. Mark could taste his cum still coating her mouth. Gail smiled up at him, and again gripped his twitching cock, still rock hard, standing out in front of him in seemingly perpetual salute to Gail's charms.

"Are you going to put that beautiful thing in me, or just stand there and make me wait and dribble some more?"

Being an obedient young man, respecting his elder, Mark did as he was told. He sensed that Gail did not want 'gentle'. Mark could do 'gentle', as he had already demonstrated with his fantastic cunnilingus display, but he could also do hard and rough. Mark perceived Gail wanted, craved, hard and rough.

He perceived correctly.

Still holding her against the wall, he guided his big rampant dick into her slippery love tunnel, pushing it home to the hilt and slamming her butt cheeks hard against the wall. Gail responded by thrusting her pelvis at him, her long dormant cunt grinding hard down on his turgid cock. She threw her arms around his back, grabbing his buttocks and him pulling him even harder into her. He picked up her lithe body and lifted her in his arms, fucking her while suspended in mid-air, holding her firmly, otherwise they were connected only by cock and cunt.

They kept this furious pace going for what seemed ages but was probably only a few minutes until Mark felt her body begin to stiffen, her cunt walls begin to tremble, and knew she was about to orgasm again. He slammed his cock into her as hard as he could and held it there and she screamed. Gail's words surprised even her, she had never talked this way, she felt like a wanton cockslut for the first time in her life.

And she really, really liked it.

"You fucking stud bastard, keep pumping me! Fuck me! Slam that huge cock of yours into me, fill me!"

Her verbal coercion spurred Mark onto an even greater pelvis-thrusting pace, matching her own, so deep inside of her now as she tried to thrust her cunt out of the air and plunge onto his cock, again and again and again.

Then it happened. Another orgasm tore through her.

This time her reaction was different.

She held him tightly, pressed her mouth to his and kissed Mark passionately, but gently. The kiss went on and on as her orgasm subsided.

He started to move in and out of her again, slowly and gently and her body responded in the same manner. The juices were pouring out of her now, his whole groin area was saturated.

They slid to the carpeted floor, never disengaging, the slow fucking and kissing continuing, their sweaty bodies collapsing as one, Gail's pert torso and huge tits heaving on top of Mark's smooth, muscular chest.

Mark could feel his next orgasm building, slowly, deliciously. That beautiful feeling in your whole body when one of those mind blowing, body-shattering orgasms approach. Every nerve ending in your body experiencing that exquisite feeling.

But he didn't want it to end, not yet. This was the best fuck of his life, made even more exciting by knowing just how hot he had made this incredibly sexy woman twenty years his senior. So, he mustered every iota of self-control that he could, and began his time-tested, though unique way, of delaying his orgasm.

He began to recite the Yankees starting line-up in his head. Ah, that's much better. Now, where were we?

He positioned Gail so that she straddled him, knees either side of his hips. He looked down at her cunt, now gaping open with five or six inches of hard cock protruding from it. He felt his knob as it repeatedly pressed into her wet lips and slid past them into her warm wetness, sliding all the way in until she was fully impaled, her pussy lips touching his shaved pubic area. She sighed as she grinded onto his cock and started moving slowly and gently, just rocking backwards and forwards, feeling the movement in her cunt.

Mark began to slowly lift his hips, pushing himself up into her, matching her movements up and down. She began to slowly increase the tempo as they matched thrust for thrust, just like they did when he was carrying her. He could feel my cock hitting against her cervix as their actions became and more and more frenzied. They fucked like this for what seemed ages, her hands digging into his shoulders, his massaging those beautiful tits, pinching and squeezing her stiff and extended nipples.

Gail threw herself down on his chest, her arms wrapping around him, her mouth searching for his again as she kissed him passionately, her pussy slamming up and down on that magnificent cock. Talk about stamina, she thought in her manic thrusting. Wow, a girl could get used to this kinda young, strong cock.

Their tongues entwined, he again felt her body shake and begin to spasm as another orgasm took over and the juices from her cunt washed over his shaft and stomach and ran down into his asscheeks. She continued riding him as her orgasm subsided, their mouths still locked together, Mark' cock still rock hard inside her quivering, battered cunt.

She lifted her head. "You haven't cum?" she queried.

"No. I have control," he smirked, "but probably not for much longer."

"Then do me doggie please," she begged as she climbed off his throbbing cock.

Gail got onto her hands and knees and Mark came around behind her.

He positioned my cock head at her wet cunt opening, grabbed hold of her beautiful hips and slammed his pelvis forward, driving all eight-plus inches into the hilt, in one powerful forward stroke. Gail responded by pushing her hips back to meet him, matching stroke for vigorous stroke. These actions didn't take long to finally bring Mark to the point of orgasm, the Yankees line-up now long forgotten. I He could feel his balls tighten and yelled, "Oh God! I'm gunna cum."

Gail encouraged him with another obscene rant, which only escalated Mark's explosion. "Oh god. Yes. Yes. Give it to me. Give me all your cum. Fill me up with your hot cum. Oh god, give it to meeeeeee!"

He shot his second load deep into her cunt, spewing forth, while years of built-up desire cascaded from Gail's pussy onto Mark's pole, as they came gloriously together, as if they were the ones who had been lovers for twenty-five years. Gail thought she'd never stop cumming, writhing up and down on his rod, savoring the feel of his cum oozing from her sated inner walls.

Gail moaned and muttered incoherent obscenities as she collapsed, face down on his chest. Mark relaxed with her, his cock still buried deep in her pussy, their breathing ragged.

They lay there on the floor together, sweat from both of their bodies mixing with the cum dribbling from Gail's pussy, kissing passionately, enjoying the afterglow of intense, spontaneous sex, their bodies shuddering and shaking. Mark finally eased his softening cock from her fiery hole.

He stood, and with his next clumsy, youthful words, he succeeded in nearly ruining the moment for Gail.

"Um, I gotta go, Mrs. Dav...., er, I mean, Gail." He glanced at his wristwatch, the only thing he was still wearing, as he reached for his clothes. "I mean, that was great, awesome, but, you see...." He blushed, and Gail watched him closely, almost looking directly up at his bare asshole, propping herself up with her elbows, still prone on the now cum-stained carpet.

"Um, I'm late for a date."

Gail felt the sex-stoked adrenalin and energetic afterglow of great sex rush out of her body as if being flushed down the drain. She had another choice to make now, much as she had just earlier made the decision to fuck Mark today. She remained calm, refusing to grant the young stud any satisfaction that he had played on her emotions. After all, it was Gail who had initiated this impromptu liaison to begin with.

She got up, slowly, coolly, and first made a declaration, and then asked a question.

"That's fine, Mark, thank you for sharing." Much to Mark's surprise, she began to help him gather his clothes. He thought she would be pissed, that's what he wanted, he wanted her to be enraged so that he would never have to see her again, he lived for the 'one-and done' sexual encounters. You see, although Mark played the role of polite, innocent charmer, he actually took morbid pride in letting each of his sexual conquests know that he was constantly moving on to yet another.

But Gail was forty-eight, and although this was only the second cock she had ever had, Gail was a worldly woman, and this wasn't her first rodeo when it came to men's head games.

Gail kneeled in front of Mark and helped him on with his briefs, kissing his cockhead lightly as she did so, and smiled up at him, knowing exactly what Mark was doing, asking mark that awkward question.

"But, tell me, Mark, when your little chippy is sucking on your big dick later on tonight, are you going to tell her that she's tasting the cum of a forty-eight year-old MILF that you fucked earlier in the evening?"

Mark couldn't get out of there fast enough, any thoughts of renting the unit long gone, and Gail, still naked, looked mournfully down at the carpet and sighed.

"Guess I'm gonna have to get this carpet cleaned before I show this space again," she mumbled, cum still dripping down from her pussy onto the carpet. She smiled. "Unless........."

Twenty minutes later, newly-minted cougar Gail Davis eased herself onto a barstool at the Sergeantsville Inn on this still-young Friday night. Her leopard thong was tucked in purse, her hair was tousled in that freshly fucked look, and some semen still dripped from her steamy, well-stretched cunt down her pert thighs and onto the leather seat. Some local residents in the cozy establishment recognized Gail and were shocked at the sight of the transformation that had taken place.

She oozed sex. Men aged twenty-five to seventy admired her as she tossed down her first shot of tequila, gargling with it to mix with the remnants of Mark's tangy semen still on her tongue.

"Come and get it, boys," she said to herself, gesturing to the bartender for a refill, maneuvering her shapely legs to rather blatantly expose herself to a group of four young businessmen at an adjoining table.

"I'm looking for the third cock of my life, and why wait?"

"Why not tonight?"