Just Mature - Sex Stories For Adults E-Book

Gloria Hole

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: MILF Erotic Short Stories - Erotic Novel
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Seitenzahl: 235

Beschreibung

Mature women love sex Ripe fruits - erotic short stories about older women who live out their lust. Because of older and prudish. The ladies enjoy hot sex. Whether on the gentle or hard way. Sex has to be dirty. Live out our secret fantasies, thoughts that kindle the pleasure between the legs. We want to have that. The sexual kick usually has nothing to do with normal sex, but with dirty fantasies. We break taboo for more hard sex. We wish the special for our sex life. Women, couples and men live their desire unabashedly. Whether your own sexual partner or new. These sex stories stand for more tolerance. Many erotic stories are true. Be a part of this world. Content: Erotic stories | Sex stories | erotic ebooks | Erotic Ebook | Erotic novel | Erotic novels | Sex History | Sex and erotic from 18 years | uncensored in English | Erotic romance | Sex story | erotic short stories | erotic love stories | uncensored

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Just Mature - Sex Stories For Adults

Mature Beauty

Connie was a recent divorcee who was introduced to me by a married lady friend at work. I had moved from North Carolina to Albuquerque only several months before. Connie was 47 years old at the time and not a classic beauty but a very put together, professional woman with what I would learn later, was a gorgeous full figure under her expensive business suits. I would compare her figure to that of seasoned Scarlett Johannsson. Voluptuous. She was 5'5" and had natural auburn hair, green eyes and beautiful complexion. I was 35 years old, 6'2". 200 lbs. and in the best shape of my life. I lifted and rode my bike hundreds of miles a month.

We met after a short introductory phone call and decided to grab a drink after work. We sat at the bar having our cocktails and got to know a little about each other. She was a native of Colorado and had moved with her husband to New Mexico for his work. She was recently divorced from a guy who was 62 years old. I was single. Neither of us had kids.

We drank and flirted shamelessly. After all, we were two consenting adults and my friend from work hinted that Connie was looking to get back in the game following her split with her hubby. At a certain point our flirting reached that knowing moment where we were going to wait for a future date or act on our impulses.

I jokingly said, "We could call it a night, or we could just go somewhere and use each other for gratuitous sex..."

She, stood from her bar stool, picked up her purse, smiled the sexy mature female smile and said, "Your place or mine?"

It was her place. We got to her nearby apartment and she began shedding her clothes as she walked back toward her bedroom. Holy shit!, was that hot! I had never been with an older woman and from the looks of her ass as she walked away from me, I had been missing a lot. I locked the door behind me and began taking off my clothes, right down to my birthday suit. As I entered her bedroom she was setting the mood with soft lights, soft music and scented candles.

She was stretched out on her bed in a sexy matching, lacy, white bra and panty set. She looked so sexy with her tanned skin contrasting with her white lingerie.

My large cock was bouncing as I walked too her. As I got closer to the bed, she lay on her left side facing me and said, "Come here." As I got within range, she reached out and grasped my cock about halfway down and squeezed while stroking me upward toward her lips. A large dollop of pre-cum oozed from my cockhead and she kissed it off, then put me in her mouth, staring up at me.

I groaned, tilting my head back at the eroticism of the moment. Her mouth felt like warm cream. As she began to suck and stroke my cock she made those small little moans women make when enjoying the cock in their mouth. Within minutes, I grasped a handful of that gorgeous auburn hair and sent stream after stream of my cum into her mouth. My past female friends have always been shocked at my volume of ejaculate, especially the first time they experience it. Connie was a seasoned cocksucker, but she loudly gulped 5-6 times trying to swallow my cum. She was able to take most of it but some of it leaked around my cock and fell on her bra covered breasts. I love that.

She swallowed and gasped and looked at me, giggled and said, "Wow! That was some load!"

She was so turned on she continued to suck and clean me thoroughly. I crawled onto the bed and removed her underwear. Her body was absolutely incredible.

I had no idea a 47 year old woman could be so sexy. I took one look at her naked body as she lay back on the bed. Her body was voluptuous, her breasts easily a firm 38D or E. She was sexual perfection.

I whispered, "Your ex-husband is a fucking idiot..."

She said, "I know. I think so, too..."

"Well, his loss is my gain. You are the sexiest woman I have ever been with..."

"Thank you." She replied, "I needed to hear that..."

I lay down between her firm inviting thighs and began licking my way from her feet to her lips. I stretched the foreplay as long as she or I could stand it. Connie was one of those women who knew how to take care of the most intimate parts of her body. She smelled and tasted fantastic. Even her asshole tasted good.

There is nothing sexier or more enjoyable than taking your time and eating, licking and kissing very part of a woman's body. Her pussy was creamy and delicious, her auburn bush beautifully manicured.

We licked, kissed and sucked each other for a long time before I finally pushed her thighs up to her face and entered her fully in one stroke. She was so creamy by then, she received me effortlessly. We fucked for 20-30 minutes in various positions until I buried my seven inches giving her my cum in a slow, deep mutually satisfying climax. I had never had better sex. I thought. The best was yet to come.

As we lay there enjoying the moment, I looked at her with her smooth, tanned skin, her legs splayed in sexy repose and a with a white froth oozing from her beautiful pussy. I thought, what is it about a beautiful woman lying back with cum leaking from her that so turns men on? I never tire of seeing it.

We showered together and as I soaped her from head to toe, paying particular attention to her breasts and ass, she went down on me again. I was so sensitive, I had to ask her to wait. That had never happened before.

We had some more cocktails and ate a light snack and went back to bed. After a short warmup she rolled on her side, reached into the nightstand and pulled out a large vibrator and some lube. She asked me if I would like to fuck her ass and without a word, I took the lube and vibrator from her and told her to relax. She put her left arm under the side of her head and closed her eyes, remaining on her left side.

With her right hand she pulled on her right ass cheek and spread her crack so I could see her little pink rosebud. I scooted around so my cock was at the back of her head and my mouth could still reach her asshole. I licked and tongued her brown hole until I heard her sigh and her rectum relaxed into a slightly open position. I continued around eating her pussy and clit and then back to her anus. She was gently humping my face, moaning sexy sounds and breathing deeply.

When I thought she was ready, got back behind her with my cock near her ass. I covered the vibrator with lube, turned it on and began working it into her tight rear passage. Her ring resisted for several seconds and then she sighed, and her ass opened up and swallowed most of the gel cock. Her response was to draw her legs up toward her chest and say, "Oh, my God, yes..."

I rolled her over onto her back, vibrator humming quietly in her ass and covered her entire cunt with my mouth, tonguing her vagina and swirling it over her clit. Connie was cumming in little mini-orgasms while I did this. At a point, I lifted her thighs opened her up and speared her with my hard cock. We started slow, getting my cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. In a few seconds, we were fucking each other with a vengeance. We both orgasmed at the same time and as she calmed down, she squeezed her ass muscles and the fake cock fell out of her ass.

She reached down and took my slimy, semi-erect meat , put it against her brown hole and said, "Push." My slackening cock crawled up into her warm, slick asshole. Jesus, what a feeling. WE lay there luxuriating in the feeling as my member began stretching out and hardening again. I held it there.

She was looking me in the eye with those sexy green eyes and began squeezing my cock repeatedly with her ass muscles. I slowly came back to life and after reaching a degree of hardness began moving cautiously in and out of her bum. As we moved my cock got harder. She was soon driving her asshole back onto my cock. After two previous climaxes I was able to sustain my erection for at least 20 minutes, torching Connie's backside. We finished with mutual, titanic orgasms. Lying sated in her bed, I slid from that glorious backside, shivering right along with her, kissing each other, reveling in the afterglow.

Cum In Me

Sometimes, in those moments when jealousy is the strongest, I wonder if I should have just let it remain a fantasy. But then my wife looks at me with those cocoa, bedroom eyes, gives me that pouty smile, and spreads her pussy lips to shows me her lover's cum and my jealousy turns into desire.

I suppose it started back before Holly and I even met. My old girlfriend, Lisa, had me in a bad funk. For a while I suspected she had been sleeping around on me. Then one night, I confirmed it. She came home from a supposed "girl's night out." I was feeling particularly horny, and intercepted her before she could take the shower she insisted she wanted to take. I kissed her, and she felt "wrong," tasted "wrong." But I continued anyway. I unbuttoned her jeans and went to slide my hand into her thong. She pulled away. When I tugged her jeans all the way down, I found out why: she wasn't wearing her panties at all. Then I saw the cum. She just stood there, jeans around her ankles, staring at me.

"Are you happy, now?"

"I...what the fuck?"

She didn't move. She didn't make any effort to cover up. In fact, I saw her nipples harden under her tight t-shirt. His cum oozed out of her pink lips and began to seep down her leg. All the while she just stared at me with those blazing green eyes. "So now you know."

I was pissed off. I was devastated. But somewhere deep in my confused head, a tiny uncontrolled corner of my brain was feeling excited.

She stepped out of the jeans and bent over to pick them up, no longer caring if I saw the sloppy state her pussy was in. I think she may have even taken pleasure in bending at the waist, thrusting her ass at me, as if to say, look what you'll never have again. When she walked out of the room, I noticed that a blob of cum had fallen from her. I scooped it up and rubbed it between my fingers, trying to figure out why she preferred his cum to mine.

She moved into his condo within the week.

Soon after, my buddies Jerry, Bruce, and Martin decided what I needed was to get out, forget about "that bitch," and just have a good time. After hitting a few bars we ended up at our regular haunt, the Town Tap. Being a Friday, the crowd was thick and loud. To my friends' delight, the crowd also consisted of many attractive women. I still wasn't in the mood to window shop, so I sat quietly at our table and drank my beers. At one point, Bruce and Martin went to shoot some pool and Jerry went to the bar to get more drinks then joined them, leaving me alone. A moment later, Holly came into my life. She came up to the table and asked for a light. I grabbed the book of matches Bruce left and, after a few fumbling attempts, lit the match and offered it to her. She locked eyes with me as she leaned in with her cigarette dangling from impossibly red lips. She held my hand to steady the flame and I thought I would faint. She blew out the match, but didn't let go of my hand. "It's a bad habit. I only smoke when I'm drinking."

"Glad I could help," I managed to say.

With an alcohol enhanced forwardness, she sat down on one of the stools. "My name's Holly."

"Hello Holly. I'm Bobby."

"Bobby," she offered her hand which I shook, "it's nice to meet you."

I couldn't believe such an incredible looking woman was talking to me. Holly's eyes, so expressive, became even more lively when she smiled. Her chestnut colored hair, luxurious and tousled, cascaded down to her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and flawless and her lips, full.

She wore a clingy, sleeveless t-shirt beneath a billowy blouse. Her breasts over-filled the shirt and moved with a gentle sway each time she shifted. Holly's body, curvy and soft, was precisely the build I've always found attractive on a woman. Whereas my previous girlfriend described herself as "athletic," Holly was wonderfully proportional and full.

We talked for over an hour, heading to a secluded corner when my friends finished their game of pool.

Before she left but after we made a date for the following weekend, we kissed: deep, warm, and wet. That was the first time simply kissing a woman made me instantly hard. I craved her.

One date turned into two. Two into five. The more we dated, the more I was drawn to her. We weren't exclusive, it was too soon for that. But even though I knew she dated other men, I couldn't bring myself to see anyone else. At first I wasn't too bothered by this arrangement. However, the more we saw of each other, the more my feelings for her grew—and the less I wanted her to see other men.

We eventually had "the talk." I was ecstatic to find out she wanted to see me exclusively, too. "Those other guys, they really didn't mean anything to me. I usually thought of you when I was with them, anyway." I know I grinned like an idiot. She smiled back, then grabbed my face and gave me one of her famous deep kisses. We kissed for a long time. I ran my fingers through her hair. I nibbled on her neck (which drives her absolutely wild). I licked her cleavage and massaged her breasts. I wanted to kiss each and every one of the freckles on her chest. I continued massaging, working the shirt off of her and unclasping her bra. Holly's breasts are simply incredible. Natural and big: not freakishly large, like so many women of silicone fantasy, but round, soft, and heavy. They were the kind of breasts I had always dreamed about. When she lays on her back, gravity gently flattens them. When she bends over, they hang, ripe with sexuality. Her areolas are large and dark with nipples to match. I loved the way she would get goose bumps on her areolas whenever she was aroused. That night, she was especially aroused.

As I teased and sucked her nipples, her hand pawed at my hard cock through my pants. With skill, she unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans. Her hand immediately found my cock. She smeared the pre-cum all over the head. Within minutes, we both stripped fully naked and continued our wild—and newly exclusive—sex on my living room floor. At one point, Holly was laying there and I sat up, ready to mount her. I just marveled at the beautiful woman laying naked for me. Her eyes, lids half closed with desire, conveyed her sexual wants. Her breathing was short and shallow, causing her breasts to jiggle and sway. I ran my hands along her flaring hips and she spread her legs, inviting me in to her. I fingered her pussy, parting her fleshy lips. She was an absolute mess. So wet and ready.

"Do it now, I want you now!" She took hold of my cock and led me to her. Smoothly, firmly, I entered. I moaned with ecstasy. She mewled. I sunk all the way in with little resistance, she was so wet. When I was fully buried in her—my balls tight against her round ass—she grabbed me and told me to stay. I thought I would cum just laying there, so deep in her. Eventually, we began our slow movement, savoring each and every stroke. As I pulled out, she made a squishing sound, and when I plunged back in I felt her juices over flow. I kissed her, sucking her tongue and squeezing her breasts. She clamped on my ass and pulled me tight with each down stroke.

"Holly, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

"Yes, yes, cum in me. I want it! I need it!"

The feeling started deep in my balls. I felt them pull up into my body. Then the tingling spread through my legs, arms, fingers. On the next in stroke, I exploded. I thrust my hips into hers. She wrapped her legs tightly around me. I held her close. I felt my cock unloading, pulse after pulse after pulse. She bit my shoulder, leaving a red mark that would last well into the next day.

We laid there, my cock slowly deflating in her. We kissed softly, like a dream, our sweaty bodies intertwined. When I rolled off of her, my cock slid out with an slight plop, all coated with our combined juices. We held each other and kissed some more.

After a few minutes, I caressed her breasts and ran my hand down her torso. I came to her sloppy pussy, and fingered her gently. I couldn't believe how messy she was. She felt so wet and slick and sticky. I was beginning to have thoughts. I fingered her some more and suckled on her breast. An odd feeling came over me, one which I had never before explored. I kissed her chest, then her stomach. I kept moving down.

"What are you doing?" She propped herself up on her elbows, watching me with a quizzical expression on her face.

I knew exactly what I was doing. As I kissed closer to her wispy pubic hair, I could smell her cum and I could smell my cum. I became dizzy with desire. I kissed her clit and felt the wetness on my lips. I looked up at her, hoping she would approve. Her lips turned up in an odd smile and she wiggled her hips. "Do it."

And I did. My mouth went to her messy, sloppy pussy and my lips clamped on her. I sucked lightly and was greeted by a mouthful of our mingled cum. The feel of it on my tongue was indescribable. I swallowed and savored our taste. I darted my tongue into her, wanting to lick out all she had to offer with one greedy stroke. My chin was soaked. I kept sucking and licking and swallowing.

"Hey, save some for me." She reached down and took my cum covered face in her hands and drew me up to her. We kissed, passing cum back and forth to each other. When we shared it all, I went down on her again to get any that might have been left and we kissed some more.

"Bobby, that was incredible! When you dove into my fucked pussy...wow! I've never been so turned on in my life!"

"Neither have I. I can't believe I've been missing that all these years." I wasn't lying. I had my first cream pie and I was hooked. We talked some more about it as she stroked my re-hardened cock.

"Fuck me again, this time from behind." She turned over and presented her heart-shaped ass to me. I couldn't get in her fast enough. With the lingering taste of cum in my mouth, I grabbed her hips and fucked her.

"Do you like fucking my sloppy cunt?"

"Yes!"

"You liked cleaning me up, didn't you? You liked slurping cum out of my well fucked pussy!"

"Yes! Yes!" I thought my brain was going to pop hearing her talk like that. I knew I wasn't far from cumming again, and I told her.

"Oh, yes, Bobby, cum in my pussy. Fill me up with your cream. Then clean me again!" She cocked her head so she could look at me over her shoulder. Her eyes smoldered with lust, and she lowered her voice, sounding like mother trying to bribe a child with a cookie, "You want to do that, don't you Bobby? You want to suck cum out of my cunt, right? Clean me all up. Swallow whatever you don't share with me?"

That did it. I exploded again, amazed at how much I pumped into her for the second time in only a matter of minutes. We collapsed, panting, too spent to move. After several minutes, she rolled over on her back and crooked a knee. She ran her hands down to her pussy and spread her lips. "Time to get to it."

I was so spent that the idea of eating her cum filled pussy wasn't as appealing as it had been a few minutes ago. She saw my initial reluctance and buried a finger in herself. She withdrew a big, gooey glob and smeared it on my lips. "A deals a deal." When she winked at me, I knew I would do it. I licked my lip then sucked her finger. This made her purr. I then went down on Holly and cleaned all the cum from her pussy. When I finished, I knew I had enjoyed it, forgetting that momentary hesitation.

I also knew that our sexual life had changed forever.

Soon after we became exclusive, I moved in with her. When we had sex, I didn't always eat her cream pie. It was just one of those fun things to do every once and a while, when we were in the mood. As time went on, however, it seemed as if we were in the mood more an more often. Eventually, it was the rare occasion when I wouldn't clean her up afterward. Eating my cum from Holly became another way to show her how much I loved her. I feel she appreciated it, and I came to enjoy it very much.

Even though there was an obvious sexual content to the act, it also became something else. I liked to think it showed a respect for her. I cared so much for her that I wanted—desired—to clean her up after sex. Sometimes I'd share a cum kiss with her, others I'd just lap her up. But always I felt a deep connection with her, with us. Most of all, I liked how much SHE liked it.

As couples do, Holly and I would exchange fantasies. I discovered that fantasizing about Holly with another man was powerful for me. The jealous energy those thoughts generated made my head spin. I told her so. As we fucked, she'd sometimes say, "how'd you like it if another guy was fucking me?"

"I'd be so jealous," I moaned.

"Oh, you would, would you? You wouldn't want me to feel a new cock?" She knew how to get to me. "You wouldn't want to know that some stud was fucking me? Hard. Deep." My cock would swell, making it feel like the skin would tear. Then she'd twist her mouth into a little pout and say, "wouldn't you want me to enjoy him? Especially since he's bigger than you...better than you?" I'd lose it with that, filling her with blast after blast of cum. When I'd finally pull out of her, she'd get a devilish look in her eyes and say, "Bobby, will you do me a favor? Clean my lover's cum from me." Then she'd spread her legs and pull her puffy pussy lips apart. Just imagining that it was a stranger's cum in her cunt made me dive right in. She'd giggle and squirm, pushing my face into her. "Yes, that's it honey, slurp it all up. My boyfriend will love knowing you keep me clean for him."

Our fantasies remained just that: fantasies. All through our engagement. All through our first three years of marriage. By that time we'd been together for nearly six years, and fallen into a bit of a rut. Although sex with Holly still excited me to no end, our frequency and intensity had waned. We'd kept things spicy with fantasies and other fun diversions. One such diversion was our foray into mild exhibitionism—or rather Holly's foray into mild exhibitionism. She liked to dress slutty for me, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. We'd kept this activity within the confines of our home. During one particular fuck session, Holly dressed in a pair of very tight jeans, emphasizing her curvy hips and heart shaped ass. She also wore a t-shirt that was two sizes too small and VERY sheer. It's low cut neckline displayed her freckled chest and impressive cleavage. She didn't wear a bra with it, and I could clearly see her dark areolas. The more I drooled over her, the harder her nipples got. She pranced around our bedroom, showing off. She may have even enjoyed it more than I did. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power as I showed her my hard-on.

"Oh, is that for me?" she said as she rubbed my cock, bending over so that her tits spilled forward. "I bet you'd like to see me parade out in public like this."

The thought had definitely crossed my mind. As a matter of fact, that was a big reason for my hard-on. Just thinking of Holly showing off like that made me crazy with desire.

Then she blindsided me. "Get dressed. We're going out."

"What? You mean like that?"

"Of course I mean like this. Don't you think I look good?" She struck a slutty pose.

"You look incredible. You know what you do to me."

"I want to see if I can do this to someone else. Wouldn't you like to find out, too?" A momentary flash of emotion crossed her face, as if she wondered if she pushed our playing a bit too far.

I was so fucking horny at that moment that I let my cock do my thinking. "Let's go."

She squealed with delight and twenty minutes later we found ourselves at a bustling night club. From the moment we walked in, every eye was on Holly. "I feel so exposed," she whispered in my ear. "I absolutely LOVE it!"

If I left her to get us another round of drinks, she'd inevitably be surrounded by a clutch of guys when I returned. This continued all night long. Even several drinks couldn't dull the massive erection I carried nearly all night long. At one point, a young college guy came up to me and asked, "That's your wife? Geeze buddy, I don't know if you're the luckiest guy in here or the biggest loser. I mean, damn, she's so fucking sexy! Everyone in here is ready to fuck her right now. If she said the word, she'd have anyone she wanted. You'd better watch out, man. She could break your heart in an instant."

In the car on the way home, Holly couldn't stop talking about all the attention she received. I told her about the college kid. She shimmied her chest for me and said, "He's right, you know. I could have had anyone I wanted tonight." The minute we got home, we were all over each other. I told her to leave the t-shirt on while we fucked. I wanted to see what every other guy was seeing. When I came, I filled her more than I had in a long, long time. In the afterglow, we talked more about what had happened.

"I just loved being on display like that. I can't believe how many men I made hard!" The more we talked, the more I was re-energized. "Just think, honey, I could have made your fantasy come true tonight. Easily. Would you have liked that? Would you have liked me to come home with a pussy full of a stranger's cum?"

"Oh, yes," I whimpered.

"Pretend I did. I'm a mess. Clean me up."

After that night, I couldn't get shake the image of my beautiful wife being fucked by another man. It had seemed so much more real. So tangible. So much more than just a fantasy. For the first time in our relationship I thought I really would WANT her to do it. The fantasy felt like more than just a few fun stories.

A few nights later while we were laying in bed, Holly said, "You really seem to like the fantasy of me fucking another guy."

Thinking she was setting the stage for sex, I said, "mmmm, hmmm. I do. You know that." I started to nuzzle her neck. She surprised me when she gently pushed me away.

"I mean, you REALLY seem to like it."

"Yes, you know I do." I wasn't sure where this was headed, but I began to get nervous.

"What if it, you know, really happened?"

I leaned back, studying her. Had she done something and was now trying to confess? Visions of Lisa's overflowing pussy immediately leapt to mind. "What do you mean?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer.

Noticing the panicked look on my face, Holly stroked my cheek. "I haven't done anything, if that's what you're worried about. It's just that I keep thinking of what we talk about, and how you seem to really enjoy it, really want it. I wanted to see if that was true. Do you want me to take a lover?"

Her words hung heavy in the room. I felt as if I'd been struck with an anvil. Do I want her to take a lover? My fantasy brain shouted YES!, but my practical brain said hold on a minute, think about this. I thought. And thought.

After waiting for me to say something—anything—Holly just hugged me and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Forget I even said anything."

"That's not it. I'm just thinking. I..."

Before I could finish, she interjected, "I love you. More than you'll ever know. If I didn't, I could never have asked what I did." An odd logic, I thought, but let her continue. "If I didn't feel safe and comfortable and confident with our relationship, I could never even entertain the idea. But you just seem to..."

Her words trailed off. She must have thought she overstepped a boundary.