Monica – Seconds

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The early morning sun woke me next morning, that and the arising need for a pee, which made itself felt in the usual way – I had a morning hard-on that would have let me to use it to bang in nails!

Lying there for a moment I remembered Monica the night before. She had been quite insatiable, in a way you read about, laugh about — maybe down the pub over a drink with your mates.

Wishful thinking.

Never comes true.

But it had.

We had reveled in each other’s bodies – once that first initial explosion of lust had been overcome, that orgasm so hard it had made me see stars. We had regained our breath, slowed heartbeat back to mildly fast rather than the life-threatening beat it had been. We had played with each other.

Learned the little things that made us purr like cats as we pleasured each other.

As you get older the desire for sex doesn’t diminish – at least I’m happy to say it hasn’t for me – but once where an egg timed while I made love – oh, OK fucked! – would have been soft boiled, as I got older I discovered staying power.

I could make that second round last thirty to forty minutes.

Last night had seen me wake and go for my usual pee in the wee small hours. Even though I had tried not to wake her, Monica had been waiting for me when I got back into bed….

“Oh Sven – you’re cold.”

Followed by: “Come here, let me warm you.”

God that delicious Hungarian accent was so so sexy. So was the hand that found ‘him’ as he was starting to grow at the sound of her voice.

She lay across me, breasts beautifully squashed against my chest, her nipples already hard again, like little pebbles. I ran my hands down her back as she laid across me, curling the fur that, like me, she had in the small of her back. She wriggled against me in pleasure, her legs either side of my thigh, rubbing her furry sex against me, making my leg wet as her own wetness flowed with her arousal. She kissed her way down across my stomach, through the stubble of my hair. I keep myself trimmed, but not shaved – I’ve preferred it for years. In the moonlight I watched and felt as she pulled my hood back past the corona of my cock-head and then licked round it.

Nirvana!

By way of distraction I cupped her backside with both hands and pulled her around then sideways back over me so her centre was over my face as she, head down, continued to suck on me. She dripped her arousal onto me, the taste and smell exquisite. On that cocktail, although I didn’t think it was possible that I could or would get harder, I could feel myself doing just that and getting stiffer. I licked her and suckled her clit, my nose buried inside her now wide-open nether lips which were silky smooth to the touch of my lips and tongue. sincan escort She shuddered on top of me — lips clamped round my cock as she came — producing even more juice for me to slurp on.

She stopped eating me and pulled out of my grasp, sliding herself down my chest, leaving a wet trail as, still facing away from me she slid her box slowly down the length of my cock then — as the head slipped inside her — she slowly fed herself backwards onto me, taking all of him, hard and deep inside as I held her hips to pull her onto me. Her breasts drooped, nipples hard – tantalizingly out of reach. I leant forward, pulling a pillow in behind me, so I could just reach them. We stayed coupled unmoving, just savouring the feeling of her velvety-smooth sheath stretched round the hardness of my cock. I pulled her back towards me and she lay back onto my front, straightening her legs out over mine as she did so.

Now I could reach and play.

And play I did. First cupping her breasts, then squeezing them gently then with her hands over mine much harder as she squeezed herself through my hands. Then stroking down her flat tummy reaching the bump I was making inside her and then stroking her fur to where I penetrated and we joined hot and wet and hard.

I flexed my hips and moved inside her. Gently then with more urgency, then slowing again as she made me slow.

Holding me she rolled over so that I stayed inside but now covered her like a stallion to a brood mare with Monica on her front underneath me. I took my weight on my hands as she lifted her ass underneath me until she was kneeling — her head and top half on the bed — ass high in the air being fucked like that stallion might do. I slid back until just the tip of my cock was inside her outer lips — then came right out and bending down tongued her again to a little cry of pleasure and surprise.

Then back to enter her for perhaps a final time as she held and guided me back into her. Pulling me into her from underneath, wanting me deeper and deeper in the dance of life. Now she played with my sac, urging me on, holding, squeezing, scratching and then timing everything in the final thrusts of ecstasy, squeezing my balls hard as I came with an intensity that was frightening.

As we collapsed back together onto the bed just before sleep overtook us the time stood at four am — an hour of loving and sex — ‘not bad for a sixty-three year old’ were my thoughts as I fell asleep totally sated and quite exhausted.

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So then, I woke to that bright sun and a wrecked bed and the smell of sex. The room reeked of pussy! Well-used, wet and very fragrant pussy and my well used, angry-red cock had the nerve to be ready to go again!

Lord, tandoğan escort the time?

Then the memory that it was not an early start on the first day. I was OK, in fact a little early. Time for a shower then, I certainly needed it…

As the only bathroom was not en-suite I wore the toweling robe, kindly provided, on my way across the corridor and to that shower.

Hot, lovely and needle-sharp jets to wake me – not that I needed to be woken as a pair of hands wrapped round me from behind as those lovely breasts pressed into my back. Monica was back!

We kissed as she wrapped a leg round my waist, her weight, fortunately, still taken by her other one. Her pussy nuzzled my cock, begging for more. The next move was decided for us as the water started to run cold so we disengaged smartly and stepped out. Grabbing a towel I dried her off then she did the same for me, finally dropping it to the floor and kneeling on it in front of my drooping, red and hopeful cock. She licked and sucked me while looking me in the eye.

Then that voice again “I want him again this morning.”

I too knelt on the floor as he stuck up, proud, angry, purple-headed, jutting out – her hand now wrapped round him.

“Don’t move that’ll do nicely,” and she sat facing me on my lap, barely pausing as he slid deep all the way into her ready, hot, waiting snatch.

All the way home as her legs met behind me and she bounced on me.

With less lubrication after the shower the friction made sure we did not last long and we came, gasping hard as we did so. After the previous nights activities I came but nearly dry and Monica just licked me off.

“Quick now — breakfast in five, you will still be in time for work.” And I was — even if I walked in like John Wayne with a bad back. Monica had promised to sort me out later.

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Despite almost falling asleep at times, I managed to somehow get through the day and even joined in the course and learned something, which made a change. When we had finished for the day I made my way back to the Guest House. Of Monica there was no sign.

I freshened up in the bathroom and sat in what was an attempt at a sort of guest’s Library downstairs. The room did have an advantage of a stronger wifi connection than in my room so I was able to do some project research for the following day. A litte later as I was finishing and shutting the notebook down I could hear movement on the stairs and realised that either Monica or another new guest was about. I decided to take my things back to my Room.

Going in I put my things down and turned around to find Monica just coming in with a welcome cup of afternoon tea. She put the cup on the side table tunalı escort and then came over to me with a delighted smile on her face. Flinging her arms round my neck she kissed me — whilst trying to reach my tonsils with her tongue. Warm and very eager described her approach; I have to admit my hands were now round her rear, pulling her into my growing erection.

“Oh Sven,” she started reproachfully then gripped him through my trouser front and went back to kissing me. That Hungarian wild streak was coming out again.

She turned away from me and then leaned back into me her head against my shoulder, her right hand now rubbing the front of my trousers, caressing the hardness that she had helped make. I rubbed her naked tummy where her t-shirt had parted above her jeans. Moving my hand up to rub her naked breasts — those nipples were rock hard again. She turned her head back and we kissed as I moved my hand back down rubbing her tummy again, then, undoing the snap of her jeans I moved down inside her pants to reach her centre. She was soaking, literally dripping with desire. As she turned back towards me I slipped a finger inside her and felt her shudder with a little mini come.

She stood up, moving away from me again, her hands on her hips and fire in her eyes as she faced me, her knickers showing as her jeans hung half down, half open. I knelt in front of her as I put my hands on her hips and slid jeans and pants down round her ankles together. As she stepped out of them she pulled her t-shirt off over her head and then hands back on hips pouted and said looking pointedly at me: “Someone is over dressed!”

With her help my becoming naked didn’t take long. Her pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top took even less time. She held my cock to her wet centre and without wasting any more time slid onto me. Merging, becoming one, all of me in one gasping, sliding shuddering move made her come with an intensity that was as amazing to watch as to be part of. Her muscles clamped down on me so that I couldn’t move as she milked my cock deep inside her. I couldn’t help myself as I too arched upwards off the bed – coming and coming and coming. I held her backside, squeezing her, pulling her onto me, feeling her muscles rippling under my fingers. She half fell forward laying on my chest as we both fought for breath at the intensity of our orgasms. I think we both cried a little such was the passion of that moment.

I stroked her hair and her back as things slowed down. My shrunken cock slipped from her and she moaned a little at her loss as we continued to lie together. Eventually she said that she needed to go, she had an evening job at the pub and needed to get ready and go there as she was working behind the bar.

“Will I see you when you come back?” I asked.

“Oh yes,” was the reply, “but don’t wait up.” Again that little giggle. “I will come and join you. Can I wake you if you’re asleep?”

“Oh yes,” was my answer, “I’m sure you can work out a way…”

© Sven the Elder

August 2009

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