The following event happened April last year, it was both unexpected and mind-blowing.
A little about me: Irish, 185cm, 185lbs, blues eyes, short blonde hair, red beard.
One evening, I finished work and was relaxing at home. I hadn’t anything planned, nor did I want to do anything in particular. One of those ‘fuck it, im going to chill and netflix with myself,’ type of evenings. Work was hectic and my head of department had stressed me out, so the last thing I needed was to be around people.
That is until that one friend calls you asking if you want to go for ‘1 or 2 beers.’ If any of you have been drinking with the Irish, you’ll know exactly what I mean by that legendary phrase.
Alex is Middle-eastern, 36, 5’10, skinny but broad shoulders and a chin and jawline that looks like it was carved from granite. He was sporting the bald look with a five o clock shadow. I’ve been trying to convince him to grow a beard because if I had to be honest, it’d be bloody epic on him.
So, Alex convinced me after a few minutes and multiple back and fourths of calling each other bad names. He picks me up and we hit the city center. Galway is a great little City if you want to Party, although the bouncers are too strict for their own good. We met up in one of the Touristy Pubs.
“I need beer and a Pussy.” said Alex in a strong middle-eastern accent.
“Of course you do, but you’ll do what you always do.” I replied mockingly.
“Motherfucker, I won’t-”
“-I’ll bet you money that you’ll get drunk as hell, and not get a woman…again.”
“Fuck you.” Laughed Alex.
We ordered a few beers and began scoping out the talent. Well, Alex did, I was so tired and burnt out, I wanted beer and music. After a couple of minutes Alex points out this beautiful girl who looked to Vietnamese if I had to guess. It was comical watching him if I had to be honest. He slowly, but surely edged closer, and patiently and politely awaited his opportunity to speak to her. When it didn’t come he came back to me and said “Some wing man you are.”
“Piss off, you wouldn’t catch a cold, let alone a woman.” We both shared a laugh and for the next half hour to an hour, we just people watched, enjoyed the music and appreciated some of the beautiful women in the pub. I go to the bathroom and by the time I come back, Alex is chatting to these four random American ladies.
Carol is in her mid 50’s and is with her stepdaughter and 2 nieces, all of whom are early to mid 30’s. If I’m being honest, none of them caught my eye in terms of physical attraction, at least not enough to instantly pul lme out of my stupor. Most of them were moms from what I learned, and had a bunch of kids and had said that they didn’t bother losing the pregnancy weight because they enjoyed being a little larger. Again, no judgement, they’re happy and that’s all that matters.
All four of them were great fun and we actually ended up having a great night with them. We had moved out to a beer garden and eventually the ladies wanted to experience one of Galway’s famous live music venues, with me being the native, I had just the place – The Quays (Look it up, its amazing.)
We all made our way down the cobblestone streets of Galway to the Quays, chatting, having fun, Alex doing his utmost to choose which of the ladies he wanted. I at this point had gravitated to Carol. She was 5’4″, blonde, big smile and a hell of a booty. All in all for a woman of her age she was attractive but mostly I adored her personality, the woman was a riot.
Arriving outside the pub, the music could clearly be heard and all of us started dancing while we queued up. Alex was still chatting to the 3 younger women while Carol stood in front of me. She had one hand behind her back, for a reason that neither of us could understand. And for some reason I couldn’t fathom, I didn’t even think about it, I just reached out and grabbed her hand.
Then I was like, oh shit. But to my surprise, Carol didn’t let go, nor did she look back.
She gripped it tighter as we walked into the bar. As we all bunched up together to go down the narrow staircase, Carol moved in front of me and gingerly placed her hand on my stiff cock. This garnered me a big smile from her and in return I grabbed her ass as firmly as I could before she backed into my crotch, and began grinding me before we descended the stairs.
Finding a table in a private corner, Carol and I made sure to sit next to one another. It didn’t take long for Carol to resumed stroking my cock underneath the table all the while keeping up conversation with the three girls, Alex and myself. I of course did the same, but to Carol’s surprised, I lowered my hand into the back of her pants, albeit slowly. She smiled and gave me permission to dig deeper. My index finger eventually found her pussy and although I had no expectations, it was so damn tight that she gasped the moment I put the tip of my finger inside her. At this point the music picked up and it got loud. I took this as an opportunity to insert my thumb into wet pussy to lubricated it. Sticking my index finger back in, the angle was perfect for me to gently stroke her g-spot, as I slowly teased the outside of her asshole with my wet thumb.
‘Omg, that feels great.’ gasped Carol doing her utmost to keep a straight face.
She honestly failed miserably.
Her stepdaughter noticed what was going on, and I expected some kind of backlash, but I’d later learn that they had all actually noticed us from the get go, and really wanted Carol to ‘get some.’
I proceed to insert the tip of my thumb into her asshole and began stroking her g-spot more steadily as her pussy tightened, she bit into her arm to stifle her moans and soaked my finger. A few moments later she came a second time and stopped me before a 3rd time could happen. All of this in a few seconds. “Oh no no, give her a break, she’s so sensitive.” protested Carol with a beaming grin on her face.
The next half hour was spent more or less platonically chatting, bar Carol giving me another hand-job, which Alex noticed. “Motherfucker, you get that mature American pussy, I’m definitely getting one of these chicks tonight, and I dont give a fuck.”
I love Alex, but he has a real potty mouth, as you Americans say.
Carol and I were so damn horny we began talking about leaving, and going somewhere to finish what we started. Carol said that they have an Air-BnB a short walk from here. The girls were amazing, they all went back to Alex’s place and gave Carol and I the privacy to get our groove on.
Thank you ladies, much appreciated.
We arrived inside her air-bnb and I was positively shaking with sexual tension, as was Carol. I had been with a woman around 50, a handful of years prior, but Carol was something else. Taking off her clothes, she had the noticeable signs of age, but all in all, her body was tight, her breasts were still firm and her nipples were large and erect. Her pussy sported a blonde landing strip and her labia dangled and swayed as she pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me.
At this point I was so erect I actually grew an extra inch. This has only happened to me a dozen times or so when I’m so turned on and hot and horny for a woman.
Carol lowered herself slowly onto my cock and gasped and looked like she was in a bit of pain. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and a great many years since I’ve had something like this.” Carol’s somewhat pained look turned to pleasure as her 55 year old pussy, which was tighter than any 20 something year old stretched slowly as she eventually enveloped my cock whole. I was swearing sweet nothings as I tried not to pop my cork.
I let out a sigh of pleasure and smiled at her. “Do you’re thing.” I said, giving her full command.
Carol began bucking and fucking my cock wildly as she quickly found her rhythm. It’s as if I had unlocked a chest, and within it was a young woman with years of pent up sexual frustration and energy. She began moaning, half stifling her cries of pleasure when I urged her to be as loud as she can be.
Obeying, she began bucking, shouting as I felt her cumming, her juices soaked my cock. In that moment a huge part of me wanted to climax with her, but I wanted to savor our time together and I had bigger plans for her. She came and drenched my cock as a puddle formed at the bottom of my stomach where my pubes should be.
She collapsed beside me and began apologizing for the mess. I took her sex soaked blonde hair and tucked it behind her ear, and kissed her softly on the lips.
“Never apologize.” I whispered.
I got on all fours and before she could utter a word I began cleaning up her pussy and all her juices. I knew she was sensitive so I avoided her clit. After licking and sucking up every last drop, I began massaging her asshole with my thumb and tongue fucking her pussy. The look on her face was marvelous “I’m on cloud nine,” or so it looked.
She was about to come again when I stopped suddenly. “What are you doing, are you okay?” she asked breathless, slight irritation more than apparent.
I didn’t answer and instead grinned.
I moved off to the side and inserted my index and middle fingers into her pussy and found her g-spot. I began doing a steady ‘come hither’ motion and her moans turned into “Oh god.” repeatedly. As the paced of my fingers quickened I smiled at her “I hope you’re ready…”
“For whaa – oh god lord.” she screamed as my fingers locked on her g-spot and jack-hammered her to a screaming orgasm where she squirted up to a foot and destroyed the sheets.
Seeing her orgasm so strongly and soaking the sheets made me hard as a rock in an instant. Mounting her in missionary, I inserted my cock into her sopping wet pussy and fucked her hard, fast and without pause. My cock was so slick with her juices I could barely feel the tightening of the walls of her pussy. This time I wasn’t going to hold back.
My breath caught and quickened and I began moaning loudly. “Where do you want me to finish?” i asked as my climax peaked its head around the corner.
“Inside me, all the way inside me, please!” she was almost begging as her nails dug into my back.
Obeying m’ladies wishes, I unloaded a weeks worth of cum deep inside her pussy. Carol screamed one last time before we both collapsed on the bed.
My mind was blown, she was the oldest woman I’ve ever been with and she genuinely fucked better than some of the 20 & 30 something year olds I’ve been had, and they were no strangers in the bedroom either.
“Christ Carol, you have the pussy of a twenty year old.” I beamed trying to get my breath back.
“Oh hush, no I dont.” she replied modestly.
“You do, and you know it.”
“Okay, fine I do and im glad you liked it, because you’ll be getting it again.”
I love when a woman takes control like that.
After this we got up and wandered around the house naked, hydrating and kissing one another. Her pussy had finally calmed down somewhat and she could finally feel the cum oozing out and after a good 20 minutes at that. I said no, not yet as I asked her to sit on the edge of the bed and I ate her pussy. I could lightly taste my sperm, but it was still deep inside her. Carol eventually interrupted me stating that she genuinely needed the bathroom. Truthfully, now that she mentioned it, I needed to go also.
Queue post sex piss.
Carol and I would go for another two or three rounds before we were both spent. We had fucked for 3 and a half hours – if memory serves. If she hadn’t been so worried about the three girls returning, we’d probably have gone again. The girls, I’d find out, had a good night with Alex, who as expected got obliterated and passed out. Although I heard that one of the girls, who was married with kids, wanted to fuck him, but he got too drunk. I said this to Alex a few days later and he was beating himself up over it – as usual.
I chose not to tease him about it, that’s just mean.
I found out that Carol had been married for 27 years, and in all that time, her (ex)husband had never, not once made her squirt or orgasm to that extent, this was something that made me genuinely sad inside. Before parting ways, we began chatting about sex, and how I learned some of the things I did, and she asked if anyone could do that to her. I told her that she could do it to herself as well as other people. I explained point for point how I made her squirt and she soaked up the knowledge like a sponge.
Carol and I exchanged social Media accounts and we chat frequently, although its largely clean conversation due to her respecting the fact I’ve a girlfriend. We do slip into sex conversations now and again and if I’m being honest, I’d absolutely love to spend a weekend with her in the near future. I doubt it’ll happen, but one can enjoy the fantasy.
Thank you Carol, you and that tight pussy will never be forgotten.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i7qqjy/mf_she_squirted_for_the_first_time_in_her_mid_50s