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Sometimes You Just Can't Refuse

Date: 4/17/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: onlyanalias, Rating: , Source: LushStories

as pure animal sex, it was all right. I thought of Steve and the young hot girl. Was he fucking her now? I wanted to be fucking her, not this woman, but it occurred to me that the young one might not be good in bed, and this one surprised me. With the latex sheaf between us, and the dopey effect the alcohol had on my system, I knew it was going to take a lot of pumping to get my nut. She didn’t seem to mind. She pressed her mouth into my neck and whimpered and I felt her pussy clenching. She was coming. I was nowhere near. “You want to stop a minute?” I asked. She shook her head. “No, no. Don’t stop.” I pumped a little faster and she wrapped her slender legs around me and dug her fingers into my ass cheeks. I felt her warm juice soaking my balls. “Yes!” she squealed, as she came again. It must have been two a.m. by then, and I was tiring fast, but I wanted to come. I stopped to catch my breath. She stroked my back and squeezed her legs tighter around my waist. “Did you come?” she asked. She sounded disappointed. “Not yet. Just resting.” “Oh. Okay.” I rested my chin on her bony shoulder. She began stroking my hair. I rose up on my arms and started moving again, easing my cock in and out of her pussy and listening to the wet sounds it made. I felt her tremble as I ... moved a little faster. Suddenly she stiffened and cried out. It excited me, caused me to pound her harder. She ground her pussy against me and came again and again, her cries shrieking in my ears as I finally came in a huge gush. I fell limp next her, my pulsing cock still in her. She tousled my hair and smiled. “My god, my god, that was sooo good,” she said. “Uh-huh. It was.” She shook her head. “My god, so good.” She moaned softly and sighed. I rolled off her. She grabbed a fistful of tissues from the bedside table. She passed me a couple and stuffed the rest in her crotch. I used one to pull off the condom. It was heavy as a sandbag. She took it from me and went into the bathroom. I fell asleep and didn’t see her again until she brought the coffee that morning. So I drank coffee and wolfed down two Danish and couldn’t wait to get out of there. She was a nice woman and she wasn’t coyote ugly. I wasn’t sorry we fucked, even though she was not my type. As I looked at her and recalled the night, I wondered if having a "type" holds me back from having more sex. Or pretty good sex. I decided to rethink it. “You want to take a shower?” she said. “No. I better get going.” “Let me give you my phone number.” “Sure. I’ll call you,” I said. I don't know why, but I never did.