Once Again Pt. 03

Once Again part three

The only thing that remained once the dress was in a puddle around her ankles was a pair of sheer white hip hugger style panties. I felt my heart flutter as I looked upon a lovely patch of pubic hair covering the mons and flaring out slightly. I was anxious to feel the warmth and bury my face in that tidy jungle, I just knew it would be soft and silky to the touch. Her breasts weren't large, they complimented her frame, not too big or small, they didn't droop or sag beyond normal, the nipples were already beginning to harden. I was hoping it was because she was excited to see me naked and not because the night air had made them stiff.

Cupping and lifting her breasts she stared at me, she was molding them into cones and then pinching the nipples between forefinger and thumb. When she pinched the nipples her body shivered, from her lips came a soft guttural moan, the first of many I would hear that night. With her hands at her side's she slowly turned 360 degrees, I noticed her ass was tight and not flabby at all, I wasn't aware that she worked out or went to a gym, but that was no ordinary 49-year-old ass.

She stared into my eyes, "Will this do, or have I scared you away?"

I answered by bending my cock down and letting go, as it slapped against my body, I could see her smile.

Moving forward stopping a foot away she purred, "Nice answer. Take my panties off and make love to me. We can kiss if you like but it isn't mandatory."

Reaching forward I put my hands on her hips pulling her body to me, without lowering the panties I kissed her mound and then dipped my head. When she felt my tongue on her thigh she opened enough for me to lick the gusset, I could taste her arousal through the fabric, there was no question she was wet. I slowly slid the panties down, taking the time to kiss along the edges, to put my face in her bush and breathe deeply, to kiss along where her thighs joined. The gusset was sticky enough I had to open her legs slightly to get it loose from the labia.

Having her hold onto my shoulders for balance she stepped out of the panties. Looking up at her I held onto the panties and licked the crotch. She spoke in a soft seductive voice staring into my eyes.

"You are a naughty little fucker, aren't you? Then again, I like naughty little fuckers. Is that all you're gonna do though, lick the crotch of my panties?"

I stood, turned us 180 degrees and pushed her backward. As her body hit the mattress I was diving face first into her warm gooey cunt. I didn't waste time teasing and trying to warm her up, shit, she was already steaming, it was time to go to work. She had a soft but heady aroma, musky and sweet at the same time, I loved her taste, remembering that not all pussies taste good. Opening the labia with my fingers her clit was clearly visible and pronounced, if a clitoris could get a hard on, hers did. It was red looking and hard to the touch, I licked and slobbered and in time sucked gently. When I did her hips rose off the bed pushing into my face.

A few more licks in the hot spot to the right of her clit and WHAM, she let out a long deep moan, her nipples looked so hard that they must have hurt. I wanted to suck them badly, but I also wanted her to ride this wave for as long as she possibly could. Her hand was in my hair as she grabbed the sheets with the other, her hips were bucking and jabbing at my face. The moaning had stopped, they were replaced by soft whispers of.

"Oh fuck, this is so good. Oh my, oh my."

She started to laugh, one of those laughs where you know she's uncomfortable and pleased at the same time. Pushing my head away she was still laughing softly.

"No more Bobby, no more. Damn, what a tongue. Whoever taught you to eat a girl deserves a reward, or a medal, or a statue,..... something. Come up here, let me kiss you. I've always liked the taste of me after hubby took me over the waterfall with his tongue."

Moving up her body she put both arms around my neck and drew my lips to hers. As her tongue invaded my mouth she moaned again and began to lick my face, my lips, my chin, the edges of my mouth.

"Boy, I came good tonight, I'm all over your mouth. Did I squirt?"

"Nope, you didn't squirt, but you sure gushed. I think I need to go wash my face, I can feel it drying on my cheeks."

Kissing me more she stopped and rubbed the sides of my face, "Nah, you're okay. Do you need me to suck you or are you ready to do the down and dirty?"

I kissed her and whispered, "Let's fuck" as I lowered my body into position. She grabbed my cock and moved it through the labia a few times before pressing it at the entrance of her vagina. Reaching around she put both hands on my ass and pulled me to her, dammit she was tight. The head of my dick was doing its best to open the floodgates, the inner labia were slowly opening to the head of my intruding dick. As I entered she took a deep breath and held it which caused me to stop. Moving her hands to my chest she looked at me.

"Let me have a few seconds, nothings been inside me for years. Give me a minute to adjust, then she's yours. I want you to know I've been thinking about and looking forward to this all day. You can do me any way you'd like once we get going, I like it on my tummy with my ass in the air, it's my second favorite position."

"Really, what's your favorite?"

She giggled a little which made her pussy move almost pushing me out, "Doggy, with the man on his feet. It goes so deep like that. I know it's hard for a man to maintain that position a long time, but when it happens, oh my, let's just say it's heavenly. Have you ever done it like that?"

She had me there, "Nope, but I'd like to learn with you."

Patting my cheek she said softly, "Next weekend, it's time for you to give me a good screwing. Let me have it Bobby. If I talk a little dirty don't be alarmed, I like to talk dirty when there's a cock in me."

She was snug enough internally it took three strokes to be balls deep, when our pubic hair meshed she let out a soft laugh. I knew she was enjoying herself. She was mumbling little bits of encouragement.

"Yes Bobby. So good."

"Fuck her good baby, fuck her good."

"Nice and deep, that's how I like it. Give all of it to me studly."

"You can cum in me when you're ready, no baby worries."

She began meeting my strokes with every thrust, I increased my tempo and level of thrust which threw her into more vocal encouragement.

"Oh god. Oh my god, this is so good."

"I'm close, pound me."

"Yes, yes, yes. Oh boy, here it comes."

Her breathing stopped, her body shook, and her Kegel muscles began squeezing my cock so tightly it was almost uncomfortable, almost. I continued to hammer at her love hole feeling the telltale signs of my release rising rapidly.

"Oh god you're getting bigger. Oh, oh, here it comes. Oh shit, I can feel it coming up your cock. Ahhhh, there it is, oh my, I can feel you shooting inside me."

The next orgasm overtook her as I emptied my balls deep within her honey hole. Her body was more active than the first one, but she was quiet in comparison to the first. There was no doubt she was having a climax, just not a loud one. I was pressed tightly to her body as my dick pulsed thrice, then a fourth time, I had cum so hard it made my balls ache. As I looked down at Connie I noticed a faint smile, her eyes were closed, her face seemed to glow, a look of pure contentment.

I metaphorically patted myself on the back and gave myself high fives, satisfying a woman is what sex was all about for me. Oh sure, I was in it for the pleasure and release, but it was so much better when I knew I'd satisfied the woman I was making love to. It's supposed to be more than a wham bam thank you ma'am scenario. With her eyes open she reached up and pulled me down for a long, soft, sensuous kiss, tenderly finding my tongue and then dancing with it. I began to raise and move to the side, she hugged my body tightly.

"Not yet. Stay in me until you fall out. I don't care if it's getting soft, just lay here and make me happy. If I've missed anything about no longer being married it's the intimacy, he and I were good together, he always made sure I got off before he did."

When she coughed lightly it was enough to push me out of her vagina, when that happened I simply lay next to her softly stroking her face with the back of my fingers. Hers was a natural beauty, some women age without much grace, not Connie, she was definitely older, had crow's feet and some wrinkles, but she was still a stunner. We woke just after ten, looking into my eyes she asked.

"Do you think we could go again? I'm a little sore but that'll go away once we're making love. Can you get it...... oh my..... never mind, it's already hard. I'd like it from behind this time, and if you think your legs won't give out can you do it flat foot? I may regret it later but that's how I want it if you can."

After positioning her in the middle of the bed, I slowly pushed in and impaled her on my cock. With both of us ready to bungle in the jungle she looked back.

"Okay, do it now. Just bring one leg up, now the other, put your hand on my back for balance and.......... Oh shit, that's deep, go slow, you're hitting my cervix, give me time to adjust."

I'd been stroking a minute or more when I could feel her back drop and arch causing her hips and ass to push upward opening her pussy for me to pound. I picked up the pace to her welcoming moans and little uh's with every stroke. The little ass waves every time I slammed forward made me smile, I was so pleased she had suggested this position, I knew it wouldn't be the last time I fucked like this, whether it was with her or not. She started groaning loudly, then she yelled and pushed her ass back for more, as an orgasm ripped through her body mine was rapidly on the way.

I felt her body going through a second successive climax which was enough to send my rockets into flight. I yelled out and pushed tight to her body, I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt cumming inside her with nothing touching but her pussy lips wrapped around my cock buried deep within. My legs were beginning to feel the exertion of such a position as my cock began to soften, she fell forward and I fell with her, my dick still inside. Lying over her back my face was in her hair, I loved the scent of her perfume.

I was kissing her neck as she turned her face sideways enough for me to kiss her cheek and then the corner of her mouth. I moved to the side, me lying on my back with my limp drained dick flopped across my abdomen while I stared at the ceiling. She on her tummy softly mewling and catching her breath, I thought I heard her hum at one point. It wasn't our intention, or at least mine, to fall asleep again but we did. I woke to her pulling the covers over our bodies and then snuggling into my chest as she drifted back to sleep.

With the sun filtering through the sheer's I opened my eyes to find Connie still snoring faintly, the softest snore I'd ever heard. Trying to move gently from bed to empty my bladder she began to stir and then opened her eyes.

"No, don't go yet, come back to bed."

"I need to pee like a racehorse, I'll be right back."

I took a leak and then washed the crust of sex from my groin taking a warm cloth back with me to clean the same from her body. As I gently cleaned her thighs and vulva I noticed the pubic hair was full of it as well. Ringing the washcloth and returning with it warm I continued until she was clean. She reached up and pulled me down.

"I've never had that done before. Hubby would bring me a warm washcloth, but he never washed me. Let's have something to eat and then continue."

I pulled back a bit, "Continue? I thought it was a one-night thing and next weekend we'd do more."

Her answer stopped me in my tracks, "Fuck next weekend, after last night I'm not going a week without being thoroughly screwed as often as I can take it. We'll go to the cabin next weekend, but you're staying here with me the rest of this weekend."

She said she wanted more after breakfast but she was too sore to enjoy it so we stopped, her vulva was red and swollen. I suggested we wait and try again that night, we made it until just after seven o'clock when she straddled me on the couch and rode like a bronc rider. Her tits were slapping up and down, I took the time to play with each as she rode, squeezing them, sucking the nipples as much as I could with the up and down movements. When she came she literally screamed, her movements stopped, her stomach tightened and her cunt pushed into me as much as possible, her mouth was open and her head thrown back.

She was slumped against me catching her breath when she whispered, "You didn't cum did you?"

"Nope, but that's okay. I don't have to cum as long as you're satisfied."

She lifted off me reaching for my hand and pulling me behind the couch. Bending over the back she pushed her ass against my dick, looked over her shoulder and told me, "You know what to do, make my tits swing."

It took her no more than four or five minutes to suck my balls dry with that delicious tight pussy, I was almost as loud as she was when I came. I was growling and hissing through my teeth, I sounded like an animal. After that romp it was obvious she was uncomfortable no matter how she sat or walked, I didn't need to fuck anymore, we spent Sunday doing a lot of nothing. The yard needed mowing, I jumped on the zero turn about nine, completing the acre and a half lawn in just under two hours.

We kept things on the QT at work, no messing around, no quick feels or stolen kisses, we were at work and work was work. In the evenings however things heated up quickly. By Monday night she was ready to go again, she wanted it on her tummy with a foam wedge under her abdomen, the wedge was new to me, it wouldn't be after that night. Connie was teaching me techniques and positions I hadn't experienced before, I liked being the student.

Though I was at her place every night for at least a few hours we only made love Monday, Wednesday and Thursday, we were saving it up for the weekend. She was getting used to having a cock in her again, we didn't want to push the envelope and not be able to enjoy each other over the weekend, which turned out to be much like the one before. During that Friday night after we settled into bed for the night she mentioned she'd read something about ankles on shoulders and had never done that. Saturday afternoon I made sure she would never say that again.

I was surprised how long we went in that position, I had to have been hammering against her a solid twelve to fifteen minutes before I erupted, we managed to cum together, it was her third to my one. She was as worn out as I was, we lay there looking at the ceiling for what seemed an eternity, damn I was going to miss her. The following Friday she would be packed and moved.

My team decided we'd all get together for a drink in her remembrance, but at a place I'd never heard of nor been to. Dilly's Pub. When the taillights of Connie's car were no longer visible I made my way to Dilly's Pub on Commerce Street. Walking in I noticed several of my people waving at a set of tables toward the back, it was crowded but there was enough room to get where my co-workers were without too much jostling. There were nine of us including the two spouses and three boyfriends, Earl had taken it upon himself to get me a beer which was sitting in front of a chair facing away from the stage area. I generally liked sitting with my back to the wall so I could see everything going on, something I'd picked it up from my late father's police career. It wasn't worth a pissing contest so I sat and enjoyed the company.

I was on my second tap when I heard music start, I was expecting a live band but this was canned music. As I turned I saw a person on stage getting ready to sing, it was then I learned Friday was Karaoke night, Saturday was live band night. Oh well, what the hell, we were there to share a drink in remembrance of Constance and not the entertainment. We listened, yakked, drank beer and reminisced all the good Connie had done for the hospital and our department. There were a few good singers, most of them though were people all liquored up and had been talked into making fools of themselves.

I was quickly approaching time to leave when I heard the lead in music of Midnight Train to Georgia. I scoffed thinking to myself, why would anybody think they could hold a candle to Gladys Night and the Pips rendition of this song? The first irregularity I heard was when she changed the beginning from "LA proved too much for the man" to "city life was too much for the man". Then I rationalized it, sure that would work, it didn't have to be LA, it could be any city and it took nothing away from the song.

The more I listened the more I thought to myself, "I know that voice, it's pure, it's clear, it certainly does justice to Gladys Night", but why do I know that voice? By the third line I looked across the table, Brenda was looking directly at me, she and everyone else. I turned to see none other than Karen Cullen singing, I felt a knot in my stomach, I wasn't sure if I was going to throw up or not. After singing the words, "I'd rather live in his world than to live without him in mine" she stopped singing and the music faded as she spoke.

"Bobby, I know nothing of corn and soybeans and hogs and all the stuff that farmers do, but I'd rather live with you in your world than to be without you in mine. Ladies and gentlemen, him being here in this city is partly my fault. Through the years I rejected his love and pushed him away to my detriment, it took me a long time to realize he loved me unconditionally. Bobby, if you'll let me back into your life once again, I'll make sure you never regret it. Is there room for me in your world?"

I stood and walked toward the stage, though the floor was packed it opened like the Red Sea as I made my way. I reached for her hand, held it as she descended the three steps and then pulled her to me. I kissed her long, longer than I could ever remember kissing any woman. When I broke the kiss I held her hand leading her back through the crowd. The place was silent except for the heels of my boots on the wooden floor. By the time we sat I realized the others had been in on it from the get-go. We didn't kiss again or talk much with everybody asking this, that, or the other of Karen. I had loosened my grip on her hand, she kept her grip on mine.

As we were getting ready to leave a guy stopped at the table asking her to dance, knowing what was next I told myself, "not again, not this time" and stood to leave. She looked at me and then told the guy.

"I'm sorry, that's not gonna happen, the man I intend to dance with was sitting next to me a moment ago. Have a good evening."

She instantly turned her back to the guy and stood next to me. I was stiff and guarded, no way was I falling for this snow job again. At that point the evening had begun to run its course with all of us deciding to head home. I looked at Karen and asked, "Where should I drop you off?"

Looking in my eyes she replied, "I'm with you if you'll let me come along."

To my surprise I didn't cave, I really was over her. Karen was who Karen had always been, she called me her friend and used me to comfort her when the shit storms of life came, but Karen was never going to love me. I answered as follows.

"Where are you staying Karen, I'll drop you off."

She looked shocked, "I've been staying at Brenda's house the past two nights, but I'd like to go home with you. If that's alright."

From deep within I found the courage to say, "I'm afraid that's not going to happen Karen. There's too much water that's gone under the bridge. I'm afraid you wasted time and airfare coming from Miami or wherever it was."