A night to remember

You stumble giggling through the door, clinging to Mr. Wood's arm as you enter your darkened house. You tease Mr. Wood with kisses all the way through the living room and into the kitchen.

"Get us some drinks," you say, your breath husky with arousal and intoxication. "I'm going to grab a quick shower."

"Are you sure, you seem a little-"

You interrupt his objection with a long kiss, lingering so he can explore the warmth of your mouth with his big tongue. You press off of him, your palms on his big belly, as you dance up the stairs humming a tune to yourself.

You shower quickly, laughing as the soap escapes your fingers. Lots of cleaning up today, you think as you work a lather up over your teenage slit and back down the crack of your firm ass. It has been a very productive day in more ways than one.

What better way to end it than a night of pleasure with your new lover?

"An older man," you say as you draw a smiley on the mirror in steam. "I've always had a thing for older men."

It's true, in a sense, although you never imagined yourself ending up with Mr. Wood.

You massage scented lotion into your skin and then wrap yourself up in a towel. It just barely covers the cheeks of your toned little butt. You head downstairs, still feeling the haze of all the wine you consumed, but rejuvenated by the hot shower.

Mr. Wood is waiting downstairs on the couch. He holds a wineglass out to you and you take it from him, giggling and sipping the chilled wine. You don't waste much time on small talk. You know what you want and you know what he wants.

You settle onto his lap, letting the towel ride up so your damp butt is pressed against his stiffening cock. You wiggle and drape an arm around his neck. One of your breasts falls out of the towel. A tug loosens the wrap and in a moment you are nude and sitting in his lap.

You stand up on the couch, your feet on either side of his legs. You hold his head in your hands and you look down at him between your large breasts. He looks up and smiles. You lower yourself to his mouth, resting your knees on the back of the couch and gasping as his tongue slips inside your wet pussy.

With age comes experience, and you can't deny he's the best head you've ever had. His tongue batters your clit and his hands pulls your ass, driving your juicy slit against his mouth. You rest your weight on his lips, smothering him with your teenage pussy, riding his tongue like a tiny wriggling cock.

When you cum you throw back your head and lean back so far you nearly fall from the back of the couch. Your pussy clenches around his tongue, your clit buzzes with electric pleasure. Juices melt from your steaming pussy and drench his mouth.

You slide down, dragging your tits across his face and then kissing him, tasting yourself on his tongue. Without a word you lead Mr. Wood upstairs to your bedroom. He looks around at your pink walls and furniture, at your girlish decorations, and you can see a sudden pang of guilt twist his features. You don't let him dwell on it, and as if to prove you're no child any more you drop to your knees and yank his hard cock from his pants. Within a second your lips are touching his balls and Mr. Wood gasps at the sensation of your throat fluttering around his shaft.

When the older man's cock begins to leak precum you stand up and lead him over to your bed. You lay back and pull him atop you, guiding his stiff prick between your parted thighs. He impales you on his fat dick, his balls resting against your asshole. You moan together with pleasure.

Mr. Wood rests atop you, one hand reaching beneath you both to fondle your ass and the other beside your head to support some of his weight. His fat cock pistons in and out of your pussy, your soft cries of pleasure joined by the liquid sloshing of his dick in your drenched cunny.

You look up at him, moaning, playing with your big breasts until you feel him swell and then explode inside you. His cum drains out of his twitching cock, cascading out around his shaft and down to your ass. Your juices dampen the pink blanket.

It is just the first of many times you fuck. You give him a moment to recover and then your mouth is around him, licking off the salty traces of cum and sucking urgently at his prick until it harden between your lips. You climb atop him and ride him, bouncing up and down on Mr. Wood's stiff cock until you scream with an orgasm.

He's still hard, so you get on your hands and knees and let him take you from behind, your ass slapping against his hips as his cock pounds in and out of your aching pussy. You cry for him to fuck you harder and he complies, grabbing hold of your hips and slamming his dick in and out of your flooded cunt. You cum again, squeezing and milking his dick, but still unable to prompt another orgasm.

You are both drenched in sweat, but you refuse to give up. You tell the big older man to lay back. He's flushed and exhausted, but your youthful reserves of energy are still holding. You squirt lotion into your palm and massage his hard prick, stroking up and down and making nasty squelching sounds. You slide up his body and with great care you crouch over his dick. You hold his shaft steady and nestle the slippery head of Mr. Wood's dick against the tight entrance of your ass. You relax your muscles and lower yourself. It's less painful than you expected, the lotion allowing his thick dick to stretch your asshole and fill you up.

Mr. Wood moans as you slide down until you are sitting with his entire cock buried in your steaming ass. You begin to bounce up and down, slowly at first, his cock feeling gigantic between your soft ass cheeks, but before long you are really riding him. You skewer yourself to the hilt with each downward stroke and pull up until only the head of his dick is in your ass.

Mr. Wood grunt ans grabs you, slamming you down with a jolt onto his cock and erupting into your bowels. You can feel him swell and twitch and you can feel a small load of cum leaking out of your ass.

Even then you aren't through. You relax for a while and then take him to the shower where you clean him up and wash off the sweat. Your soft body against his and your kiss pressed against his lips is enough to slowly bring him back to full attention. You towel off and return to your bed.

"I'm so tired," he moans.

You push him back on the bed and give him an incredibly relaxed, wet, and sensual blowjob. You lick and suck his cock, kiss his balls, and spend long minutes with his cockhead buried between your full lips, just swirling your tongue around and around. Once he's good and soaked in your saliva you begin a slow but steady bobbing up and down on his shaft. You look up at him and moan around his dick. He watches, entranced at the sight of the fleshy monolith of his prick disappearing and reappearing with each up and down stroke of your head.

It takes a very long time, but you are patient. You never complain that your neck is sore and your jaw hurts, you just keep steadily moving your warm mouth up and down on his cock, watching him and moaning around his hard dick. When he finally cries out a warning you stare at him, your eyes locked to his, as his cock twitches and dribbles out just the tiniest amount of cum. He cries out at the intensity of the orgasm and you swallow and slurp up every trace of his load.

At last, you curl next to him on the bed, your ear against his chest, your warm teenage body's soft curves pressed against his side. You listen to his heartbeat and you think up your future with the older man's baby.