1. A Lifetime in One Moment 2


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Mature, Virginity, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    lifted her up with a thrust and pulled her up with my arms, and she pulled me back into her with her smooth, strong legs. Our mouths were clamped together, and our teeth clicked as we tried to maintain a kiss. I had never imagined making love could be like this. I felt powerful and animalistic. I lifted her and thrust into her with more vigor. She took her mouth from mine and leaned her head back. Her hands were clasped behind my neck now. Her heels dug into my buttocks. Her knees were clamped at my side. I was bouncing against her, and it was like she was a swinging pendulum of heated sex. I started to tire, and she began to take over the movement. She was riding me vertically, and all I could do was hold on to her tightly and help her impale herself on me. All of our previous lovemaking sessions had been intimate and romantic. This was something entirely different. I was simply flat-out fucking the lovely Mrs. Hollander now. It was primordial and naughty and liberating. "I am going to come," I announced too loudly. I think I lost conscious. The next thing I knew we were in the water an Laura was on top of me and our limbs were entangled. Water was splashing everywhere, and she was laughing. "Are you all right?" she asked with sparkling eyes. "Oh man, that was..." I couldn't think what to say. "Ridiculous?" Laura offered still laughing. "Fun." I replied. "Oh yes, very fun, assuming you're all right." "I'm fine. Wow!" And it was enlightening, too. I learned that a woman – an ...
    elegant, graceful, sexy, REAL woman – could truly enjoy simply flat-out fucking. Laura helped me up and kissed me and then she excused herself. As she dried off I found myself marveling at my good fortune. Then she wrapped the towel around her chest and disappeared inside. When she returned to the patio she was wearing designer jeans and a pink sleeveless blouse. I was still recuperating in the pool. She laid out my shorts and T-shirt on the chaise and set my shoes on the flagstone floor. Then she stood by the pool with her hands on her hips and looked at me. I was immediately overcome with embarrassment; Oh my God, I thought to myself, what the hell am I doing swimming naked in Mrs. Hollander's pool. She looked at her watch. "You better hustle if you are going to it to make church," she said. I crawled out of the pool, dried myself off, and got dressed. When I was through, she said, "We need to talk, Kevin," with an eerily maternal tone. She motioned for me to join her at the patio table. "We do?" I replied sheepishly as I took my seat. She looked at me and pouted. "That really wasn't supposed to happen this morning." "You mean that?" I pointed at the pool and smiled. "Yes." She shook her head and grimaced. She reached across the table and took my hand. "Kevin, what happened yesterday and last night," and then she heaved a big sigh, "and this morning —" she added with mock exasperation, "is a one time only thing. Do you understand that?" I didn't respond because I could tell ...
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