Variations in the Seasons – 2

All I saw was this gorgeous, sexy attractive woman lying there in front of me, completely naked. One long leg, one very short one, and the most beautiful pussy sitting there smiling at me, all pink and swollen, though that too was another surprise. The last time I had seen that, she had pubic hair, a thick dark patch of it. Now…all I saw was pink sweet puffy lips meeting my hungry gaze.

I think I actually drooled a little, catching a bit of spittle at the corner of my mouth as I all but dived into bed next to her. She squealed in delight as I did, pulling me next to her, my hands flying towards her breasts, her hand finding my stiff prick simultaneously.

Even as we did all that, our lips and mouths came together with an urgency I hadn’t expected. I fucked her mouth with my tongue as she in turn sucked it. Her nipples felt like hard little rocks as I tweaked them between my fingers, pulling through pinching them gently as her own hand squeezed my shaft like there was no tomorrow.

“Make love to me, and then fuck me.” She said, though I failed to see the difference between the two at the moment. I was to learn later there was one. Rolling me over onto my back, she again amazed me with her agile nimbleness as she all but flew off the bed, straddling my torso, her sweet hot wet cunt wrapping around my dick like a hot-dog bun, not quite engulfing it inside herself. She slid up against me and then down, as I continued to hold onto her breasts like I’d never felt any before.

“God that feels good,” she moaned wantonly.

It felt almost too good…and I wasn’t even inside her yet. With age had come control, or at least some sense of mature coupling that had come with age and experience. At the moment however, I felt like that young teenage kid again, already fighting against losing it too soon. She seemed to sense my concern, looking down into my eyes smiling as I strained against the sweet exquisite intensity that had gripped my entire soul.

“You’re gonna cum the moment I put you inside me,” she told me. “And you know what? I want you to.” She added. “I want to feel your juice squirting inside my pussy, I want to feel for the first time what it’s like to actually have you inside me. I want to pretend I’m that virgin again, and that I’ve never had a man’s prick inside my cunt before. And then we’re going to make love, slowly…until you grow nice and hard for me again. And after that…I’m going to show you what I meant earlier,” she sighed. And in the next moment…she did exactly that.

I’ll be the first to admit. I’ve had and known some pretty intense orgasms in my life, but this one seemed to fall into a category all by itself. The eruption and combination of simultaneous sensations seemed to short-circuit my senses for some reason. The slippery, hot wet slickness of Rose’s pussy as I felt her instantaneously engulf my entire shaft in one fell swoop was one. Coupled with that, the firm grip, the sweet pulsating kiss of her cunt as it sucked me in.

I felt the first powerful jettison of my spunk leap from the furthest depths of my entire being, but it wasn’t like simply feeling the squirt, or the one after, or the one after that either. It was as though she was sucking them out of me, drawing them out with her will. All I know is, I saw stars, and then felt like I was amongst them as I emptied myself into her with what felt like not a series of powerful ejaculations, but one long continuous drawn out one that had no beginning, and no real end.

Even as I lay there beneath her, eventually regaining my senses, she was still moving up and down upon me, against me. Her pussy perhaps more wet, more drenched with our combined juices as they leaked out of her, saturating the two of us as well as the bed.

The addition now of the slick messy sounds coming from beneath us, simply enhanced our continued coupling, even though I had just spent myself inside her only moments ago now. To my own surprise, I remained hard, hard enough at least to continue the coupling, within moments, feeling a surge of renewed vigor now filling my cock to even greater firmness.

“See? Told you…” she beamed, reaching down to grasp me within her hand, not quite slipping me from within her, but balancing almost gracefully like a gymnast as she raised herself up, totally supported now by the strength of her arm as she lifted herself up.

“Holy shit!” I remarked looking at her as she hovered there for a moment suspended as she was.

“Now we fuck, and now…I get to show you what I learned to do,” she told me.

I was already in awe of her obvious strength and balance, but if I thought her superhuman feat of balancing herself with one hand had been something, I was greatly mistaken. About the only way I can even begin to describe what she did next, is to compare her to one of those gymnasts you see doing a routine on a hobby-horse or pommel as we called them.

Suddenly there she was, swinging herself around and about above me, using the strength in her arms in order to do so. And as she did, she kept me inside her, rotating about wildly, which for me was not only an interesting sensation, feeling my cock with her pussy rotating three hundred and sixty degrees inside, but watching her leg coming up and over my head, followed by her short little smooth stump. Oh yeah…and those breasts of hers, wildly swinging to and fro as well. Damndest thing I’ve ever seen…let alone felt before.