The dim lighting was perfect, and I let my eyes roam all over her nude shape. Her nipples were puckered uptight, standing up stiff, topping her grapefruit-sized melons. I let my eyes trail downwards, taking in the flat plane of her belly, the sexy curving swell of her hips, and oh yes, she was a natural strawberry blonde, she had a lush pelt, trimmed just to a uniform level, oh man, I was going to enjoy getting my face into that hot bush.
I looked up, she was gazing at me, eyes wide, face flushed, and she cooed, "Oh, it just feels like your eyes made love to me."
I said softly, "Now, I'll let my body do the same."
I lowered my face to hers, and our lips pressed together, I could feel the warmth, then she opened her mouth to mine, moaning low in her throat as our tongues came together in hot lazy tongue-filled swirls of passion. When I broke the kiss, I started to travel downwards, her little coos of pleasure urging me on.
When I fastened my lips around her stiff left nipple, she purred, "Oh I love that, suck my tits, kiss them, lick them, so good!"
Eager to do so, her nipple became even stiffer as I licked, sucked, and kissed it, I nibbled gently at it, bringing a low moan of pleasure. I switched over to her right nipple, eager to not neglect either.
With my mouth working over her right nipple, she cooed, "Oh my baby, suck it, feels so good."
When I lifted my head away, her nipples were stiff, reddened, and wet with saliva. I trailed my way downwards, over her belly, through her navel, and lower still. I trailed my mouth through her strawberry blonde bush, her scent was fiery, musky, and I wanted to taste that essence. I wanted to tease her a bit, as I kissed around her bush, then gently parting her legs, I could see the pink opening, swollen with arousal, and I gently kissed at the folds. I licked up and down the rim of her pussy lips, enjoying the hot, musky taste.
Ellen gasped, "Oh my god, I feel like I'm on fire, stop teasing me, Colin!"
I let the tip of my tongue softly probe her pink opening, then I drove my tongue in as deep as possible, enjoying Ellen's long, drawn-out ahhhhhhh of pleasure as I stuffed my tongue up as far as I could reach. A rich gush of juices welled up, giving me more to taste as I buried my face between her thighs. I dined on Ellen's pussy ravenously, driving my tongue deep, tasting the juices, then I started flicking my tongue against her clit, which had risen up, stiff and straining for my tongue.
Ellen moaned, "Oh yes, keep going, keep licking my pussy, make me cum Colin!"
In less than a minute, Ellen started to pant and gasp. I kept my face between her thighs, wrapping my mouth around her clit, and letting my tongue go crazy on her clit. I felt her body tense up, like a coiled spring.
Raggedly, she cried out, "I'm cumming, oh my GOD!!"
I could feel her body begin to spasm as she grabbed my head, and pulled me tight against her pussy. She let out a shriek of pleasure as her orgasm bloomed full force, her pussy pumping out juices like a river, her body shaking and trembling as she rode the crest. I licked her gently as she drifted down, then I rose up, my cock was steel hard.
Her eyes locked on my cock, her voice a husky growl of passion, she urged, "Oh yes Colin, cover my body, make love to me!"
Eager to do so, I mounted her, enjoying her cries of pleasure as I penetrated, sliding slow and deep into her, until with a grunt from both of us, I nudged hard against her cervix, my balls smacking gently against her ass.
"Oh yes, unnnghhh, so deep, so hard, it's been so long since I've had a man. Make love to me Colin, make me warm sweetheart."
Her voice urged me on, and I started to pump in and out, slowly, deeply, not a fast frenzied fuck, but a fuck of two lovers. She wrapped her body around me, cooing and moaning with pleasure, as I took her eager pussy. Ummm, she may have been 55, but her body and her pussy were as youthful as she looked, I felt her pussy walls wrapped snugly around me, juices washing over my cock as I drove into her, again and again. Oh yeah, she was starting to pant, moaning louder. I felt my cock swelling up with urgency, nudging my way into her womb.
"Oh god, yes, oh feels so good, oh yes, yes cum in MEEEEE!"
Ellen threw her head back, as she thrust her hips up, eager for the deepest penetration she could get. The powerful contractions of her orgasm grabbed her, making her body buck underneath me. I could feel her slick inner walls clamp around me, gripping and milking at me.
"Oh yeah, baby, cumming, gonna flood you!"
I felt the bursting as my cock let go, shooting stream after stream of spunk straight into her womb, enjoying the tight quivering waves of her hot tunnel milking hard at me, eager to drain me of every drop.
When I pulled out, she cooed, "Ohhh, that was so nice. I needed that so much." As I slid down next to her, she continued, "My first husband was such a lusty, virile man, we were married at 22, and he showed me what a hot, satisfying sex life should be. Even after 25 years, we were still going at it 4, 5 times a week. With his skill and tenderness, I never needed to plead the old headache excuse, to try and shirk my duties as his wife. And with my husband, it was no duty, it was a pleasure. When he died, just after our 26th wedding anniversary, it was a hell of a blow."
Ellen paused, then continued, "After 6 years, I met one of the guys I knew back in high school. His wife had passed away 5 years before, and we dated, I felt some attraction, and he asked me to marry him. My second husband was such a weirdo. Instead of wanting to take me with regular, enjoyable sexual intercourse, he had other ideas. On our wedding night, he came to bed, climbed aboard my chest, and his cock was hovering not far from my face. He started to stroke it, letting out grunts and growls as he stroked himself up. I thought maybe it was just a strange style of foreplay. His cock was not a big one, not a big beauty like yours, Colin. He paused, and said, 'Now my bride, I'm going to christen you.' He started to pump faster, and he aimed it, I could see what was going to happen as I closed my eyes just in time, and huge squirts of cum splattered my face. He kept stroking and pumping and grunting as he painted my face with every drop. He slid off me, rolled over, and went to sleep. After a month of being 'christened', but not taken in the way married people should, I had the marriage annulled. His refusal to consummate the marriage was the clincher. Since he refused to have any sexual intercourse with me, it was an easy matter to have it annulled. And I was not fat, or ugly, I kept myself clean, well-groomed, whatever problem he had, was of his own making. He didn't seem too concerned either, he just packed up and left. That was a year ago, and good riddance, I say."
