My Forbidden First Time: Kneeling for a Young Stud at 57
The kitchen. His truck pulls up again. Heart pounding. Forgot his tool belt. February chill bites, but heat builds inside me. I offer tea. We sit close. Eyes lock. His bulge strains jeans. ‘Beautiful woman like you, alone?’ Voice low. Shiver runs spine. He heads to bathroom. Comes back behind me at sink. Hands on shoulders. Breath hot. ‘Love your smile… your body.’ Fingers trail hips. Hard cock presses ass. ‘No… we can’t…’ Words weak. Body betrays. Turn. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. No turning back.
Pulls off my sweater. Tits spill free, heavy, nipples hard. He kneads them. Jeans yanked down. Panties gone. On kitchen table. Legs spread. He stares at my round belly, trimmed bush. ‘Beautiful.’ Drops trou. Caramel cock springs, thick, 20cm. Eyes widen. ‘What a piece…’ He dives in. Tongue laps pussy. Wet already. Fingers spread lips. Sucks clit. I gasp, grip hair. ‘Yes…’ Condom on. Gland nudges slit. Pushes in. Shock. Stretches me wide. Years since filled like this. Thrusts deep. Table digs back. Pain mixes pleasure. Fingers claw his ass. Legs wrap. Eyes burn into mine. Harder. Faster. Bedroom calls.
The Approach
Upstairs. Marital bed. Curtains drawn. Lights on. Naked, we admire. ‘Love your round tummy.’ ‘Hate it.’ Smile melts doubt. Show ass. He whistles. I grab cock. Stroke. ’20cm pride.’ Kiss deep. Fingers circle glans. He fingers me slow. Tease clit. Moans escape. On back. Slides in missionary. Eyes locked. Rhythm builds. Heels on butt. ‘Deeper! Fuck me!’ Orgasms crash. Scream. He collapses. Later, ride him. Tits bounce in mirror. Suck him. 69. Pussy on face, cock in throat. Doggy. Slaps ass. Photo of Jacques watches. Cum hard. Again.
After. Sweat cools. Chat past. Swinging days. Miscarriage trauma. Jacques impotent. ‘You’re awake now.’ Hand on rising cock. Age gap hits. 57. His 27. Son’s age. Reality bites. Dress frantic. 8pm. Kiss goodbye. Number scribbled. ‘Call me.’ Door shuts. Alone. Jacques calls. Lie smooth. Shower reveals marks. Bruises, red bites. Change sheets. Laugh at merguez in fridge. Guilt twists. But pussy throbs. Touch self. Know I’ll call. Innocence shattered. New hunger born. Eight months on, kneeling here. Sucking his caramel cock. Addicted.
