(Part 2) Teenage fantasy girl found later in life [MF]

Part 1: [link](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2ku39/teenage_fantasy_girl_found_later_in_life_mf/)

As requested… Sorry it’s not as long.

She had the next day off as well, and apparently lined up a sitter for her son. We didn’t fuck, we’d somehow managed to transition straight to ‘dating seriously’ and just spent the afternoon together. We met up for lunch a couple times that following week, and texted each other daily.

That Friday night she wanted me to go to her place after dinner. She’d put her kid to bed and was sitting outside on the stoop, sipping pink zinfandel out of a mason jar. She stood when she saw me, leaned her arms around my head and leaned in for a deep kiss. “I’m pretty tired tonight, how about we just go to bed?” She knew I worked nights and I’d only been up for several hours at this point, but I couldn’t disagree. She had that look in her eye which said, “I need you inside me.”

She led me by the hand into her place and down the hall to her bedroom. A candle sat lit on the dresser, illuminating the room in dancing shadows.

She pulled me through the door and shut it behind me, and then turned her back to me, wrapping my arms around her like a scarf. She arched her back as I bent to kiss her neck, and placed my hands on her breasts forcefully as she sighed. I grabbed her hips and grinded my uncomfortably hard dick into her luscious ass.

She turned and pushed me to sit on the bed, looking me in the eye coyly. She slowly, seductively removed her clothes, one garment at a time. Her supple body was lit in shadows by the dancing flame of the candle. This was a first for me – I’d never had a woman do a strip tease for me, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. For her part, this was anticipated, planned, and role played in her head a dozen different ways since we’d last seen each other. I ran my hands along the soft spots of her body as she gyrated in front of me, my fingers touching the silken small crevices in her lower back, the clefts on her side, the erotically soft skin on the upper thigh and on the front of her pelvis.

I was sitting there on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, when she climbed on top of me. She started nibbling on my ear as she undid my belt, pulled my dick out so she could pull my pants down, and pulled them to my ankles. As she’s fumbling to untie my boots, she’s licking and sucking – not just anywhere specifically, but everywhere in the vicinity: my thighs, my balls, my lower abdomen. I’ve never been one much for blowjobs, but this was quite something. Her arms reached around my body, grabbing at my sides as she thrust her face onto my cock.

My pants now on the floor with her intent for the evening quite clear, she pushed me back and slid her body up the length of mine, making as much skin to skin contact as possible. Still not two words had been exchanged between the two of us. I laid there somewhat mesmerized. I’d just been driving down the road no more than 5 minutes prior and still had the taste of my morning coffee in my mouth, and here she was writhing on me, moaning as she kissed my lips. I felt like she was trying to devour me.

As she continued to heavily kiss me, she and ran her hands down my torso, between her legs. She’d been pressing on the head of my dick with her clit, grinding, and I was already quite well lubricated from that and her spit. As before, there was more than enough lubrication coming out of her that anything additional would become a safety hazard. She grabbed my manhood with both hands, gave a couple quick tugs, and then rapidly pressed herself onto me.

She rapidly sat up, her back arching as a raspy gasp escaped her lips – like someone had pressed a cold ice pack into her lower back. She rocked her hips back and forth, gyrating them side to side, writhing like a bird caught in a tempest. She quickly came, slamming her pelvis against mine hard, hard enough to be uncomfortable, paused, and then did it again, holding it this time. A breathless scream painted her face as her entire body squeezed mine, her thighs pressed against my sides, her nails digging into the back of my neck as she pulled her entire body into mine.

Her entire body went limp, and she stretched her legs out to lay on top of me with her whole body. She breathed heavily, erratically, as I felt her vagina continue to spasm on my dick like I’d never felt a vagina spasm before during orgasm.

Her breathing starting to steady, she grabbed my head in her hands and kissed me forcefully. “I want you to make love to me,” she mumbled. We rolled together, our bodies switching places. As I rolled on top of her, her legs spread and she wrapped them around me. As I slowly entered her, she intertwined her feet behind my back – leaving me just enough room to thrust, but not enough to escape. I felt a twitch of heightened excitement in my dick, knowing that if I had to come in that position, it’d be deep inside her: we weren’t using protection.

I thrust slowly at first, then built up speed a little. Her legs started to quiver and I could hear in her breathing that she was going to have another orgasm, so I threw her legs off me and, placing my hands on the backs of her thighs, pinned her to the mattress. Our position now perfect for hitting her G-spot as I started to slam into her.

Her next orgasm came on slowly, like a sneeze – and then quickly became violent, like a pair of sneakers in a side load washing machine. Her arms shot out to the sides, flailing, and then grabbed at my head and pulled me close. I kept thrusting into her as she tried to speak, her voice quivering and indistinct – nothing much more than a breathy whisper. As another orgasmic wave hit her as her nails came out again, digging into my shoulders, “St…p…. no… keep, ugggg, please. don’t, I… uve…ewe.” I could’ve worn I’d heard her say she loved me several times. Her orgasm hit crescendo and she let out a little scream.

Now, we’d been fucking now for probably 2 hours at this point. As I’d stated in my prior story, I’d always had a fair amount of stamina, but I’d been unable to come during sexual relations since my divorce at all. While sex felt incredible, I’d never start to experience the cliff before the jump. No other problems mechanically, just an emotional hangup probably.

We laid there for a couple minutes as she recovered, and I caught my breath. She sat up and pulled me to the side of the bed, where she crawled onto me. She slipped me inside of her and said, “Now stand up and let me ride you,” looking deep into my eyes.

Being ridden on the side of the bed had always been a favorite of mine, but I’d never been with someone both small and athletic enough to do it while I was standing. I grabbed her ass in my hands and stood, and her arms and legs again wrapped around my body.

Hanging from my neck by her arms, she started pivoting her hips slowly.. “Put your hands on mine,” she said, so I did. I leaned back against the wall as she did all the work.

It felt incredible, unlike any position I’d felt previously.

She started rocking her hips faster as she locked eyes with me. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead and chest. I feel her vagina walls tightening and starting to spasm again – she was nearing another orgasm. “I want you to come,” she said. “Where?”

“Inside me, please, PLEASE come inside me,” she squealed suddenly, as I could feel her start to peak.

With a guttural yell, my entire body suddenly spasmed as I came hard, and I almost fell in the process. It was a gut checking, breathtaking orgasm where my entire body was simply missing as the only thing I could feel was the pulse of her vagina steadily milking me into her: I kept coming, and with each spasm of my dick I could feel her rise and fall onto it.

I fell back onto the bed, completely spent, but she continued to ride me, having not completely gotten to the peak of her final orgasm. She now moaned loudly, writhing on me mixing our juices together inside of her, and was more clear than earlier: “I.. love…. you…” She finished her orgasm with a squeak.

She stayed on top of me, my still mostly hard penis inside of her. I wrapped my arms around her as she started to drift to sleep. I dozed for a little while but kept waking, having only been awake for the day for a number of hours despite it being well past midnight at that point.

I rolled her off and got up, quitely getting dressed. Not really knowing how deeply she slept, I let myself out and went home.

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