1. First Date After


    Date: 9/20/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: ClarkRoberts, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    his pelvic brought contact to my exposed and super-sensitive clit. With each connection an electrical charge surged through my body from my cunt to the pleasure centers of my brain. I clutched Rory’s arms wrapping my fingers around his powerful biceps as he rose up on his palms almost in a push-up position. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I begged as my mind whirled with new sensation of pleasure. I held on for dear life as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. The wet flesh-on-flesh smacks grew more intense as he pounded away at my pussy. I knew he was nearing climax. Passionately, I bucked my hips upward to meet his downward thrust until I matched his rhythm. I wanted to please Rory the way he had pleased me. Rory’s face contorted as his torso turned crimson. He was fast approaching orgasm and I can feel his mammoth manhood thicken within me. Just as I expected, he shoved his cock deep into my pussy until it bottomed out against my cervix. His bloated balls blasted their load against it. He groaned, “Aw, cumming. I’m cumming my angel.” Feeling Rory's cum flood my cunt, I focused my attention on his pleasure. With a slow rotation of my hips I rapidly contracted and released my cunt muscles around his cock, trying to milk the remaining cum from it. He gasped at the unexpected thrill and his breath became jagged. His ejaculate grew more intense and his cock throbbed powerfully with in me. His face held an expression of overwhelming orgasmic bliss and I wondered if his cum would ever ...
    stop. When I felt his final spurt of cum I reached between my legs and rapidly diddled my clit while Rory’s cock was still buried in my pussy. A sudden burst of euphoria exploded within me as I orgasmed again. My whole body felt scorched from the climatic flash burn. Shock waves of pleasure made me scream like a banshee. Rory collapsed semi-conscious and completely spent on top of me. He tenderly kissed my lips and rolled over onto his back. Reaching for my hand, he clasped and gave it a gentle squeeze. After his breathing returned to normal, he propped himself up on an elbow and looked into my eyes. Deliberately and clearly, he professed, “I love you Angel.” “Sex isn’t love, Rory,” I protested. I thought this would only be a one-time thing. But, now that we had shared such an intimate experience, Rory wasn’t willing to go back to way things were before tonight. A tear trickled down my cheek, “This was incredible sex, a deeply sensual erotic encounter, but it’s not love. It can’t be love. I’m way too old for you. It was only supposed to be a one night stand. Please don’t complicate things, Rory.” His eyes dulled with pain. His voice broke with emotion, “I’m sorry you think this should just be a one-night stand. And, I’m not trying to complicate your life. But, it wasn’t just sex. We connected physically and bonded emotionally. And, it’s a strong enough bond to build a life together. Don’t pretend you don’t feel it too.” “I admit there’s a connection between us. But, nothing can ...