"Back in the Game"
by
Cindi lay nude on the bed, her boy flushed with lust and excitement,
with her legs hanging over the edge and splayed apart as the man
kneeling between them applied his lips and tongue to her inner thighs.
Her mind was a sea of conflicting emotions as she lay subject to the
ministrations of the man whose head she could see by the side of the
bed. . . . It had been close to twenty years since a man had been
between her legs. . . .twenty years of abstinence, not necessarily by
choice but occasioned by circumstances. First was the divorce, then
three kids to raise and the social mores of her family and neighbors.
"Now, the kids were gone, the youngest away at college, and she had a
life of her own again and . . . . . .," she thought and for the life of
her she could not remember the name of the man at the foot of the bed.
Meanwhile, the man had moved upwards and his tongue traveled the length
of the inner folds of her labia. . . . .slowly upwards from near her
anal opening to the base of her clit itself. Cindi's mind was suddenly
enveloped in a, exquisite sensation that brought such pleasure that all
other thought was forced out. She reveled in the sensation. . . . .
Gradually the overwhelming sensation abated to a slow, smoldering
passion and she lay subject to cunnilingus for her first time [her
husband had never wanted to do it] she worried. . . . She wondered if
she smelled good in her crotch even though she had taken special care
to the matter only a few hours previously. She wondered if 'what's
his name' was enjoying what he was doing.
Then, as she lay enjoying the feeling, she thought, "I wonder what the
neighbors will think. . . they'll surely know!" and she felt the fear
rise up again. They had surely seen 'what's his name' drive into her
garage and would surmise the rest. Then, she thought about the man
whose name she couldn't remember and who was providing such pleasure
between her legs. Between surges of erotic feelings she tried to
remember his name.
Suddenly she found herself moaning and writhing in response to the
tongue that was steadily probing between her legs.. . . . fighting to
suppress something!
She couldn't remember when her overt reactions had started . . . .only
that they were strong and she no longer wished fight them.
It was when the tongue probed and massaged her clit that she flew into
a new series of erotic spasms. . . . . This time there was no
resistance as Cindi allowed the sensual nuances aroused by the probing
tongue to flow through through her and heighten her passions.
"He certainly was good at pleasing a woman." she thought and wondered
if he was unusual or if he was an exception. . . . She wondered if
she could respond in a manner to please him. . . . Then, she felt the
knot of fear in her belly as she reminded herself it had been nearly
twenty years without any experience.
As the man continued to administer cunnilingus and Cindi grew more
passionate she considered her needs. After her divorce, she had felt
no great need for sex; then, as the strong emotions of the divorce and
separation abated she had felt a need. . . . vague and easily ignored.
As the kids had grown older and she had more time to herself, the needs
had become stringer . . . .appetites unfed! Family circumstances had
forced her to late night sessions of masturbation and a familiarity
with a couple of sex toys.
Even with her late night sessions, her needs were never assuaged. Her
needs, though abated by the sessions, continued to grow as each day
passed. Then, the kids were gone. "Oh God Milo, I love what you're
doing." She found herself saying and suddenly she remembered, "Milo. .
.Milo Pampner. . . . . That was his name!"
She had met Milo that very afternoon at a church picnic. . . .he had
been flirting with her from the time she had arrived and when they met
she had found him to be sensitive, charming and a gentleman. . . .
She had made up her mind a mere half hour after their meeting that Milo
was the one. It had taken no effort to arrange for Milo to come to her
house for dinner and Cindi was a good cook.
"Oh yes!," Cindi said as she felt Milo's finger inserted into her
vagina. Again, she felt a new wave of pleasure. Unlike before, she now
actually assisted him and pressed her vagina on to his finger.
"You like that?" Milo asked as he inserted a second finger.
You do that so good!" she responded and once again she was overwhelmed
with sensuous pleasure. Cindi had been fingered before. . . .her
husband had done it many times. . . .but that was so long ago. She
couldn't remember if the feeling had been so intense.
Earlier, when he had caressed and suckled her breasts, she had felt the
pangs of pleasure but was too tense to appreciate them. . . .not so now
as she continued to wallow in the intense feelings.
Cindi had decided that she could remain like this forever and allowed
the best of the sensuous, intimate play to warm her but for Milo, there
was more and he moved over her, kissing and tonguing her belly.
As she felt his move, she was glad she'd spent that time exercising. .
. her flat tummy was there for him to enjoy. The concern about the
uncertainty of the next step in their foreplay arose again and she
considered. . . .
Milo had licked her good. . . .he had brought her pleasure beyond her
previous comprehension as he was between her legs. Would he expect the
same from her? It would be only fair. . . . Now, her fear became more
real and imminent! She had only done it a couple of times and her
husband had never seemed pleased with her efforts.
As Milo moved upwards on to he bed it was becoming apparent that he was
expecting something more. She moved to the center of the bed. . .
.turned. . . .and there was Milo - his dork hanging only inches from
her face. She reached and grabbed. . . . .
She moved again and placed her lips over the massive crown of his cock.
She licked and suckled the crown and sought his reaction! She found
nothing to indicate his pleasure. . . . She lowered her mouth over
the crown and experimented with the toy she was mouthing. . . . .
Still no reaction and Cindi redoubled her efforts!
Then, she felt it, a slight thrusting of his cock and a whisper of a
moan. . . . She was pleasing him. . . Again, she pushed her
exertions to the limit.
"Stop," Milo said, "I'll come if you keep that up." Cindi redoubled
her efforts. Somehow sucking him to completion became an end in
itself.
While it might have been an end for Cindi, Milo wanted more. He moved
and pulled her up under him and kissed her on the lips. Then, he began
to reposition himself.
"In the night stand drawer," she whispered to her lover, "put one on
quick." Milo moved quickly and soon his rock hard cock was sheathed in
a condom. . . . Cindi watched and waited. . . .
As Milo was getting the condom in place, Cindi thought, "I've never
been taken by a man with a condom on before." And she wondered what it
might feel like. She had heard that much of the pleasure was muted by
flesh against latex; thence, latex against flesh and she wondered.
While she had been married, they had never used condoms. . .no need to!
As she contemplated, she felt Milo move over her and position himself
for his entry. Cindi, on her back in the missionary position, felt
another area of concern. . . . . .this time most troubling yet. She
hadn't been with a man in all those many years. She had been young and
supple and healthy and energetic and age had made her mor rounded, less
agile and her energy was simply not what it had been.
She felt Milo's cock at her entrance and it felt dry and unfriendly. .
. . .she wondered if the condom thing was supposed to be painful or if
there was something wrong with her. . . . As she contemplated, Milo
had also sensed the problem and withdrew,as he applied a quantity of
spit to the palm of his hand and applied it to the condom for
lubrication.
Then, as he approached her opening for the second time, Cindi's concern
was at it's peak, only to diminish as, after a couple of minor
adjustments, after which his tool slipped easily into her. As her
concern abated, she realized that the sensations she had remembered
were not the same. As he slid into her, she felt the sensations were
muted and the pleasure was less than she had hoped. . . . .of course,
it might just be that her own body was simply not as attuned to the act
as it once was!
She lay motionless as her impalement was complete. It was, she
decided, not unpleasant and there was pleasure to be taken in spite of
the latex sheath that separated them. Then, as she looked into Milo's
eyes, she sensed no real passion there. She wondered if she was
pleasing him. . . . .
As if in response to her unspoken question, he leaned down and kissed
her. . . . He moved his cock out until only the tip remained embedded;
then, slowly reinserted it to it's fullest penetration. As Cindi felt
the reinsertion, she raised her ass to thrust herself upon him . . . .
"Perhaps that would please him." she thought as the action was
repeated.
Then, the action became continuous as the reciprocating motion of his
cock was met by her thrusts from below. "If only that rubber wasn't
there . . . ." she thought. She made her very best effort to make it
good for her lover. . . . "?At least, he'd get something to remember
her. . . " she thought as she accepted lower expectations for herself.
. . . .
As he kissed her long and hard again, she began to feel something. . .
. something more intimate than anything she could recall. It sent
little shivers of pleasure through her and she responded with a joy she
had not anticipated. She kissed him back . . .hard! She drove her ass
upwards to slam herself on to him. The muted sensation in her pussy
became more sensitive and she felt her passions growing.
As they worked together, their passions grew from smoldering embers
into roaring flames of an inferno. As they fucked, she reasoned,
"It'll soon be over. . . .," and suddenly wanted it to continue.
Silently she begged, "Please let me get my relief before you come. . ."
Milo was also concerned as he sensed the woman beneath him's rather
unpassionate demeanor. He tried a number of small movements to bring
her up and sensed a small success.
Then, in concert, they continued their fuck with an increased sense of
urgency as they reveled in the intense pleasure of their coitus. Cindy
worked at an increased tempo. . . .she pushed herself harder; then she
was rewarded with a sense that her orgasm, her first one with a man in
perhaps 20 years. She tried harder.
Then, as she felt her body begin to respond she felt a sense of relief
as she sensed her orgasm approach. . . . . Almost immediately, she
was overcome with the intensity of her peak and her mind was a blur of
sensation. This was what she craved. . . . .
As she passed her peak and again became rational, she realized that
Milo was still driving himself into her with the same steady rhythm as
before. . .he had not come.
She continued to work with him and poured her very heart, mind and soul
into making it good for him. In less time than it had taken
previously, she felt her second orgasm approaching. She thought, "This
had only happened a couple of times before. . . . two peaks in one
encounter."
Then she became aware of another concern. . . .At forty-three her body
simply wasn't in as good a shape as it had been twenty years ago. . . .
jonts ached and muscles became painful from their unusual exertion.
She was tired. Milo, on the other hand, showed no signs of tiring and
continued his love making with gusto.
Sometime after her second peak, tired and aching, Cindi had reached the
limit of her endurance and simply lay inert and allowed her loverto
have his way with her. Milo, nearing fifty years of age may have lost
some of his youthful vigor but he had developed tremendous staying
power.
As she lay allowing herself to be used, Milo sensed the problem. He
stopped his movement and lay quietly over her. Cindi, taking his
action as one of completion without having dropping his load, Cried
out, "Don't stop! . . . .Take me!"
In response, she felt her lover roll off her and on to his back on the
bed. "Get on top," he said as she mis-understood what his intentions
were and hesitated. "Here.
Get on top of me and you drive," he said to clarify what he intended.
Still, she hesitated.
"I've never done it that way before." she said and hesitated. Milo
also hesitated, giving her time to think. In a second, she moved over
him, placing a knee on either side of his hip, and adjusted her
position for what she was about to do. Then, she rose up and lowered
herself on to the massive man-meat that was pointed at her willing
pussy. It was a direct hit on her first attempt and she lowered
herself rapidly on to him. . . . Another first. . . .!" she thought.
As she experimented and worked to please the man she was now
controlling, she felt her passions reignited and flame rapidly into the
roaring inferno they had been moments before. Now, with different
muscles and joints in play she was no longer tired and her re-energized
lust drove her to new levels of sensations. . . . .
She was in control. . . .she moved like a woman possessed of demonic
skills and it was soon Milo's turn to keep up. . . . . Their rapid and
forceful exertions heightened their passion to new levels. Then, it
was simply, Harder. . . .Faster! "Fuck me,"Cindi cried.
Only minutes later, when the condom broke, she felt it give way and the
heightened sensation of flesh to flesh which stimulated her to even
greater levels of passion. With new joints and muscles in play, she
rode the man-meat beneath her with the vigor of a young mare in heat.
.
All too soon, she felt another orgasm. . . . a third approach and she
prepared! She rode hard. . . . she responded to the sensations of her
approaching peak with still more vigor. . . . .
This time, as she rose to meet her approaching climax, she felt
something beneath her . . . .the cock which filled her was behaving
erratically and it signalled the end. . . As she felt he own body let
go, she also felt the spurts of semen filling her belly. Then, her
mind simply went into overlaod and she reacted by animal instinct
alone.
As they exchanged their most precious gifts in a flurry of rapid,
uncoordinated movements and animal grunts and groans, they remained
enveloped in the pleasures of their mutual peak.
Cindi was the first to become rational. She lay, exhausted, on the
belly of her lover in silence. She felt his rapid heartbeat under her.
. . .the only indication he was still alive. . . . .that and his now
flaccid cock, still embedded in her vagina. For the first time in many
years she had no appetite for sex. . . . .
Then, Milo moved . . . .he said nothing as he drew her close for a kiss
on the lips. "Thank you." she said. " was it good for you?".
Milo responded with a smile and a sparkle that told her she had been
successful. "How about you?" he asked. Cindi responded, "It's been a
very long time and I was afraid I'd forgotten how!" They lay together
for an hour or so. . . .enjoying each other and talking!
"Just like riding a bicycle, you never forget," Milo said as Cindi
listened to him tell her about his life. . . about a man with no goals
or objectives, no aspirations and no ambition, content to live a life
of failures and irresponsibility. Apparently his only success had
been in bed where he seemed to excel.
As they showered and dressed, made breakfast and prepared to meet the
day, Cini had made a decision. . . . . . It was hardly nine o'clock
when Milo had been shown the door.
As he left, he asked, "When will I see you again?" and Cindi answered,
"I'll let you know. . .I'm pretty busy." Then, with the door shut and
alone again, she recalled the delicious feelings of the previous night.
Perhaps she might see him again . . . . and then again, most likely
not. Then, again, there were lots of men out there and she could
attract most anyone she preferred. . . .
- The End -
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