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Written by: julius69 Category: Fiction Tag(s): Older Female / Males "Sweaty" Part 3 by Julius Copyright 2005 They sat in silence for a while. "They say how long?” asked Matthew. "Maybe forty-five minutes, said they're busy. Can you wait that long?" "I guess," Matthew said, his voice sounded doubtful. Mitzi decided she couldn't wait that long and said, "Come stand in front of me Matthew." He got to his feet and moved round to face her. It was almost dark now. She was sure nobody could see them, shadowed by the big maple. Mitzi wasn't that sure she cared. She put her hands on his thighs and slowly ran them up under his shorts. "You've got good legs Matthew, long and strong." He shuffled awkwardly and she moved her hands to the zipper of his shorts, found the metal tag on the slider, lifted it and ran the zip down. It made a soft, slow buzz as it moved. Matthew breathed in, sounding loud in the evening air. She slid a hand into his shorts and found his cotton briefs. She felt his cock, stiffening under the soft fabric. Mitzi ran her hands up his legs again and found the waist band of the briefs. She slid them off his hips, down his thighs until the crotch of his shorts held them. His penis sprang out of his shorts to wave, erect now, in front of her face. There it was again, that lovely, strong, young cock. Mitzi's heart seemed to beat in her throat. She felt herself trembling. Taking his erection in her hand she pressed her cheek against it and slowly turned her head, moving her lips along the velvet of him. Matthew groaned above her and she felt his hand in her hair. Her tongue tip found his tiny slit and she gave him a little, sucking kiss. She savoured the sweet saltiness of his precum. Moving her mouth and his cock, she painted her lips with his slickness. He seemed suddenly too big for her hand and Mitzi felt a yearning, a helpless wanting, she'd not felt in a long forever. Mitzi was losing it. The bright sign on the top of the car that slowed opposite the the house was all that stopped her fucking him right there, right then, on the lawn. Matthew was fighting to get his zipper up. She prayed he'd be careful as she went inside for her purse. The pizza delivery guy held out the box and said he was sorry he was late. His eyes never left her breasts while she fumbled for the money and Mitzi glanced down. The edge of her right areola peeped above the bikini top, she was in danger of falling out of the bra. The lad left with a big tip and a bigger grin. The smell of the pizza drifted into her nostrils and she heard her stomach growl, two hungers now. She turned and reached for the door. "Let's eat," she said over her shoulder to Matthew. As she headed for the kitchen, swollen labia and worn denim moved gently together; an exquisite torture. She wanted to stop, to hold her legs tight together and get control of herself. Mitzi wondered just how wet she was down there. 'A pussy in torment,' she smiled to herself. She and her pussy had been in torment, ever since she'd first peeped in on Matthew that afternoon. They sat across from each other at the small kitchen table and wolfed down pizza. Mitzi was on her third beer and Matthew on his second. She felt a little light headed and wasn't the least surprised to hear herself say, though a mouthful of food, "You're going to fuck me tonight Matthew." Matthew choked and stared at her. His face was scarlet as he struggled for breath or tried to contain his embarrassment, or both. "Will I be your first?" she asked softly. He nodded, looking as if he wished she wasn't. He murmured something that she didn't catch. "That's wonderful, you can be my first ever virgin. A first for us both, beautiful." His eyes dropped to her breasts which rested, barely in her bikini top, on the table. The longing in his eyes brought a lump to her throat. He looked so young and so desperate. She took the last wedge from her half of the pizza and gazed at Matthew. They should shower first she thought. Her skin was moist and sticky, the evening was nearly as hot as the day had been. She could smell the musky, woman-scent of herself drifting up. Her armpits were wet and, as if to underline the facts, a drop of sweat trickled down into her bra. There were still tiny pieces of grass on her forearms from the mowing. Damn it, she was a mess - but oh god, so horny. She squirmed on the chair and clamped her thighs together as if to keep her heat from pouring out. She was too hungry for that cock, to go through showering. Poor fidgeting Matthew was probably wishing he could go jerk off in his basement. Perhaps not, his eyes were fixed on her breasts and one hand was under the table. She could see his arm moving slightly, steadily. He was trying to comfort that lovely penis of his. She got up from the table and closed the blinds and leaned over the sink. It had to be now, she had to have him. She'd die if she waited. "Fuck me Matthew, just like this." She reached for the snap on the waistband and slid the zipper down, her shorts fell to her ankles. Mitzi turned her head to watch him. He fumbled with shaking hands at his own shorts and presently they went down. The briefs followed and she stared at his waving penis as he struggled out of his tee shirt. He was beautiful, she thought. He bent and fumbled with his shorts and produced the condom. It must be the one he'd had in the basement that afternoon. "No," she said, "no don't." Stupid she knew, but surely this sweet virgin ........ Matthew came and stood behind her. She unsnapped her bikini at the front and her bosom poured out, free. One heavy breast in each sink. She inhaled her own body odour and waved her ass at Matthew. His hands rested on her hips and she reached awkwardly down and back, between her legs. As if sensing what she wanted, Matthew flexed his knees. She found and grabbed his cock and he groaned in real pain as she bent him down. She couldn't’t believe how hard he was. Dipping at the waist and going up on her tip-toes to raise her ass, she brought his cock-head to her eager wetness. Instinct took over and he thrust. Through her fist, into her, up and in, in one blissful plunge. That whole, sweet, hot cock, buried in her. Her pussy had begged for it, wept for it; now he was hers, she his. She was filled full, opened, pierced, impaled. She wanted to weep with the pussy-stuffed joy of it. Matthew stayed frozen for a short eternity. "God!" he gasped, "it's beautiful. How can it be so hot in there, so, so ,so ...?" he hadn't words. Mitzi clenched her pussy round his cock and just held him, utter joy on her face. "Oh fuck ...," he exclaimed, she knew no pussy had ever done that to him. She delighted in his surprise. Then he withdrew; so slowly she marvelled at his control. In again - the long sweet slide of him. Out, until just the head of him held her labia apart. She wondered how it must feel to have a cock and to do that to a cunt. His next thrust was urgent, hungry. Now it begins, she told herself, the ride. Mitzi and Matthew and Matthew and Mitzi, for the next infinity they were one, focused around the fusion between her legs. God but he was splendid. He didn't come like a boy, he fucked her like a man, driving her time and again against the counter as she hung onto the taps and heard her breasts slap against the stainless steel. She revelled in the never-ending pistoning inside her. She got wetter and wetter until she could hear the wetness of their loving, between her legs. Sweat poured off her. Wet thighs slapping against her wet ass. He was bruising her, she knew, against the edge of the counter, but who cared, this was the first fuck of his life. She sensed his approaching climax as his fight for breath got louder and then, the lights began to go on inside her. Matthew hooked his fingers over her hip bones and began pulling her onto him to meet his own frantic plunges. Dear God! He was almost lifting her off the floor. She could glimpse her breasts swinging and jostling in the sinks. A moment of near-hysteria caught at her as she imagined the way she must look. "I'm ... going ... to ... come ... I'm ...going ... to ... come," one word per thrust, forced from him as he sobbed his way to orgasm. Mitzi was coming too. Her belly seemed to coil and compress. Her whole being rushed inwards towards her clutching, cock-sucking pussy. She was coming. She began begging him to fuck her, which was silly, all considered, but she begged anyway. Fuck her he did - harder and harder. She felt sweat running, trickling down her arms, over her breasts. She was going to die she knew, this was too much for her. She was going to die of fuck. She ....... His cock pulsed, swelled inside her. She felt the ripples, through his entire body it seemed, as he flooded into her time and again. Her pussy spasmed, contracted, clutched at his cock and then - she was turning inside out. Their orgasms seemed to feed on each other. Two needs that consumed them both. Matthew humped at her after he'd finished, as if to prolong this first, sweet madness. She squirmed her exhausted, wet body under his, as if trying to nurse the last drops out of him with her suckling pussy. Then they were done. They stayed there, crouched, coupled, because there was no way to fall. Her draped on the counter, him draped on her. They mumbled breathless, happy nonsense and sweet superlatives. His cock was slow to soften and she revelled in its presence, wanting to hold it, keep it in her forever. Finally, Mathew sank to his knees and wrapped his arms around her legs, his cheek against her thigh. She pushed herself upright and turned within the circle of his arms. Mitzi looked down at him and knew he'd look up. He did and she saw him lick his lips, "Thank ...." She cut him off, "Don't you dare thank me Matthew! I did you no favours. I wanted it." He smiled, "Okay, but..." "I know, I know," she sighed "Is it always like that?" he asked. "Should always be beautiful but not always quite so hot,” she paused and added softly, “there's gentle too." He got slowly to his feet and stood uncertainly in front of her. She took his hands and made him cup them under her breasts. "Kiss me Matthew." She clung to him glad of his strength at that moment. It was a clumsy kiss but it held them in the magic a little longer. Mitzi felt the tickle, the trickle as her pussy gently wept his juices. The cooling warmth of it coursed steadily down her thigh, to her knee. It paused there until more ran from her and then she giggled as it raced down her calf to her ankle. He drew away and looked at her, "What's funny?" he was afraid she was laughing at him. I'm leaking Matthew," she giggled again, "I'm leaking Matthew, Matthew." "Let's go, we need to shower," she told him and took his hand. "We?" "I'm not letting you out of my sight Matthew. We've got to play some more." Her pussy wept another cum tear down her thigh. Mitzi had plans for Matthew's cock. cont'd ........................ 1 You might like one of the following stories: RESTARTING OUR SEX LIVES AT FORTY(<10 minutes)True Story - Ass to mouth, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female / Female, Group Sex, Hardcore, Males / Females, Mature, Oral Sex, Voyeur, Written by women, I am Allie, my husband Alan and I married young, we were forty when we rediscovered our sex lives with no children at home anymore. It happened quite by accident when we came across a porn channel. We soon realized our sex lives had been pedestrian, compared to the people in the clips. 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