Chapter 5
Carole sat transfixed for a few moments. Her eyes became darker as her passion became stronger. She opened them wide and stared into his eyes as he leaned over her. Her tits stood high and firm and swollen, smooth and perfect, the faint blue veins near the surface full of hot, racing blood.
He took her taut buttocks in his hands and pulled back until his cock almost came out of her. He yanked her toward him and again buried his rod fully.
"God!" she whispered. "Your cock feels wonderful!"
She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to wiggle her ass. He held onto her tight butt and began to gore her with his huge, engorged spear. As the friction heated her more, she began to throw her ass around in a frenzy. She shook her head, moaned, and mauled her tits and wiggled with ecstasy.
Every stroke of his plunging prick squeezed squishy sounds out of her cunt. Her juice poured out of her in a stream, wetting the table, wetting her thighs-a hot liqueur that filled his nostrils with its distinctive musk.
"Fuck me, baby," she whispered. "Fuck me good! Fill my little pussy up with your big cock. Fill my cunt full of your cum!"
His cock swelled almost to the bursting point. Her cunt felt like a tight glove! Just like a virgin! Or so he thought. He had to guess since he had never fucked a virgin. She was certainly as tight as any woman he had ever fucked, whatever her age. Much to his surprise and pleasure.
Every plunge into her bubbling, tight tunnel brought him closer to the edge. He held her ass in his hands, pulling on her buttocks, occasionally flicking a finger in the crack to tickle the rim of her asshole. The raunchy touch set her off.
She began to buck and heave furiously. The pitch of her moans rose higher, higher still. She clutched her tits tightly and cried, "Oh, God! Oh, baby, fuck me! Oh, dear God! Oh, baby! Dear God, fuck me good! Oh! Ohh! Oohh! Ooohhh!"
She came like a freight train, racing along the track, roaring toward her peak in a headlong rush. Her frantic motions and screams were his signal to unload his jism. He began to fire wad after wad of thick cream into her belly, lurching with the power of his spasms.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "I can feel it shooting into me, baby! I can feel your cum! Don't stop! Dear God, don't stop!" She began to throw her body around like a madwoman. She clung to her tits, squeezing the large mounds, crying out as each orgasmic wave ripped through her voluptuous body.
Jordy had never seen anything so stimulating, so erotic. He continued to cum as if there was no end to it. He lifted her ass up and drove every millimeter of his prick into her spastic sheath. He scrubbed his pubic bone over her clit. He had not expected so much passion, so much heat from her. Her cunt felt like a steaming pool of molten lava. The surface of her skin felt nearly as hot. She radiated heat from every pore, a nuclear furnace close to total meltdown.
He slammed his cock into her and finished his orgasm in a tremendous rush. She continued to cum for a few more seconds, then relaxed. Her slack body slumped on the massage table. He stood up close to her, keeping his steel-hard organ stuffed up her carnal passage.
"Damn!" he gasped.
Carole pushed herself back up on her elbows and looked at him. "Oh? Isn't my pussy as good as you expected?"
"Better!" Jordy quickly assured her. "A hell of a lot better. I mean.. .well, I didn't expect you to be so wild. I thought maybe you would.. . . "
"Be a cold fish with a loose, sloppy pussy?" she finished for him.
"Well, something like that, I guess. I mean, you're.. . . "
"An old woman? Just because I'm old enough to be your mother doesn't mean that I'm all used up." She ran her hand over his chest and pinched his nipples. "A pussy is like elastic, Jordy. It expands or stretches to accommodate whatever is in it. Fingers, cocks, tongues, dildos, vibrators, whatever."
"Yeah, a lot of much younger women don't have the muscle tone you do. And they work out all time."
"Oh, Jordy, pumping iron doesn't do a thing to keep a pussy tight," she chuckled. "A girl has to do special exercises for that. A fifty-year-old pussy can be as tight as a twenty-year-old pussy, if the woman knows what to do."
She squeezed her cunt muscles around his now half-hard cock and grinned when he twitched.
"Damn!" he muttered.
"See what I mean? My pussy isn't fifty years old. But when it is, it will be just as tight as it is now. Life does go on beyond thirty, Jordy. Or even beyond forty. You don't really think I'm a dried up old crone, do you?"
"God, no! I meant that.. .oh, hell, you're older than the other women I.. . . " He stopped, totally perplexed. Now that he had fucked a much older woman, he didn't know what to do.
"Jordy, Jordy," she cooed, reaching up to caress his cheek. "You're a dear boy, but you're so very naive. You must not be bashful about speaking frankly with me. I expect it. No, I demand it. I know it isn't polite for a man to talk about the women he's fucked, but you're going to tell me all about them. Every little teeny, tiny detail. Do you know why?"
He shook his head.
"Because that turns me on, Jordy. And, when I get turned on, I get wild and want to fuck! And, if you're a good boy and do what I say, you're the one who is going fuck me."
He wasn't sure that he heard her correctly. Her words banged on his ear drums and slowly seeped into his brain. He still wasn't sure that he heard the words she actually spoke. This woman, this beautiful, sexy, older woman, was actually telling him that he was going to fuck her on a regular basis! He stared at her, his mouth agape, his brain trying to engage and form some words.
"Well, aren't you going to answer me, Jordy?
Don't you want to fuck me again?"
"I.. .uh.. . we.. .you.. .it's.. . . "
Carole chuckled sexily. She wrapped her legs around his body and locked her heels. Then she put her hands behind his neck and clasped them tightly together. "Your cock is still hard. Do you want to fuck me again, or go back to work?"
"What do you think?"
"Well, you can speak," she laughed. "Pick me up."
He put his hands back under her ass and lifted her off the table.
"Now, sit on the floor," she said.
He looked at her with a puzzled expression, not sure what she wanted.
"Hold me tight so your cock won't slip out, and sit down with me on your lap, honey."
"Oh, I see," he muttered.
He thought he did, anyway. At least he understood that she wanted to sit on his lap. He held onto her ass with one and put his other hand down to brace himself. He sat down and stretched his legs straight out in front of him.
She squirmed her ass and settled herself on his lap. She caressed his cheeks and kissed him lightly on the lips as she contracted her muscles around his dick. She smiled and sent a strong pulse through her cunt.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. "That feels good."
"There's more," she said quietly.
Her cunt began to do wild things to his cock. He could feel her strong pulse through the walls of her cunt. The muscles seemed to be caressing and squeezing the full length of his prick. Suddenly, she began to breathe hard again. Her body came alive. The volcanic cauldron between her thighs started to bubble anew.
"Lie back and let me fuck you," she said softly, pushing against his chest for added emphasis.
He lay back as he felt all of her circuits open. Her twat became wetter, hotter and more pliant. Her heartbeat thumped in her chest.
She lifted her ass high, then settled down again. Her mouth hung open. She closed her eyes tight. Her brow furrowed with concentration. She lifted her ass again, and sank back down slowly. She did it once more, then again and again, quickly, getting the full feel of his stiff cock.
She leaned over and braced herself with her hands on the floor by his shoulders. Her large, supple tits hung down in his face. He put his arms around her and began to caress her bare back and ass. She put a tumescent nipple against his lips and gently shook her chest. Then she began to fuck him swiftly.
He grabbed her ass and began to lever his hips up to meet her downward strokes, shoving his prick to her with all of his might. He couldn't believe the fury of her fucking. She twisted her body and shook her ass. She bounced rapidly up and down on his cock. Her free tit swung and jiggled. Her moans filled the air as she drove herself toward another climax. The nipple in his mouth felt like sponge rubber. Her free tit bumped against his face like a soft pillow.
"Mmmmmm, that's the way, baby," she muttered. "Suck my tit. Fuck me hard. Oh, yes, oh, yes! Yes! Oh, baby, your cock feels wonderful! So hard! Push, baby, push! Shove your cock up my cunt!"
Her passion engulfed him, submerged everything but her glorious cunt sliding up and down his prick. He'd never been all that keen on letting the woman get on top. With this hot woman, it seemed right. He accepted her in the dominant role, let her set the pace, without a second thought.
Her groans, the sound of her body slapping his, hot flesh against hot flesh, the wet sounds of her cunt as it rode up and down his prick, increased his ardor. His prick swelled larger than it had ever been. She bounced up and down on his dick as though her thighs were loaded with coil springs. He lunged up to meet her thrusts.
His dick seemed to grow an inch with every stroke. Her passion spurred him on. He began to fuck her so fast that he nearly threw her off. She opened her cunt wide and passively accepted his fucking thrusts. The squishy sounds in her cunt blended, became one continuous noise.
"Uh! Uh! Uh.. .uh.. .uh.. .fuckme, Jordy! All the way, baby! I'm almost there, baby! Almost! Give me all of your cock! Shove it to me!"
She did something no woman had ever done to him. She squatted over his hips, her cunt directly over his raging prick, her cunt wide-open. She put her hands on his stomach and began to heave her ass up and down and swing it around and around in time with his thrusts.
He jammed his prick to the hilt in her deep cunt and shot a powerful load into her depths. She took over, and began to fuck him rapidly from her squatting position. Time and time again, the muscles in his legs clenched as he pumped out his cream, filling her willing receptacle a second time. Her own orgasm set her bucking like a wild filly. He held onto her hips so she wouldn't fly away.
Her emotions began to ebb and her ass slowed. She stopped her crazy motions and fucked him for a few more minutes, slowly and gently. Then she sat down on his cock with a long sigh of pleasure as the last of his cum spurted into her.
She stretched out on top of him and lay quietly, his prick still in her. Her breathing changed gradually from the rapid, steam engine pace to the slow, steady pace of deep contentment. .
"Thank you, baby," she whispered.
"You're welcome. I'm the one who should thank you. You really blew my mind, you know."
"Minds aren't the only things I blow," she said with a sexy chuckle.
"I never did give you a massage."
"like hell you didn't! Your big cock massaged the muscles that needed it the most."
"Do you want another massage tomorrow?" he asked, his voice full of hope and longing.
"Definitely," she said with a deep sigh. "As long as you're doing it willingly. You don't have to fuck me to keep your job."
"I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I know when I'm well off," he replied. "You aren't big enough to force me, so I must be doing it willingly."
She kissed him, then sat up. "Never underestimate the power of pussy, dear. Stronger men than you have fallen under the spell of a sexy woman."
"Spell is right," he agreed. "You mesmerize me."
"That's the spirit. Now, let's get back to work. If another woman walked in on us, she might want the same treatment." She tightened her cunt muscles and chuckled. "And you couldn't do a damn thing for her right now."