Mature Debutants

I’m floating. I don’t think I could move if I wished. On water. My hands are
still clenched! Oh, it is just the bean bag. I open my eyes. There he is,
standing before me. On the floor to my side is a rather large carrot! My god!
In me? His feet are spread and he — hey! he has poured the drink across his
chest and his pennis.

Both hands are gently stroking it. It is a proud thing, standing there. A
separate person, as my sex was a few minutes ago. It is hard. So hard. I can
see the veins. His hand is gently moving up and down. Slowly. Each time he
passes the head he shivers. It seems to start at the base of his back and
travel upwards. Some times his head snaps back and a gasp escapes his mouth. He
pumping faster now, but still those long careful strokes. Wait! He is slowing.
I’m beginning to feel myself again: this is a very hot scene.

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This is no fair. It’s building, but unless he goes deeper. mm there, he
did it once. No! He is back on the edge. Dam it. Urg. Deeper. He shoves in
again — very deep. My whole body expands to accept it. I try and squeeze down
to keep it from leaving. I can’t! It’s gone again. But I’m worse. I must be
screaming. In! Again! Now! I’m on the edge, damm it, can’t you see that! He
is just teasing me there on the outside. Grr. It’s enough to keep me on the
edge, but not put me over. Again! IN! Yes! oh! I can feel it, the world
shifts, my brain seems to crystalize. But it’s gone again! I’m on the edge. I
can’t stand it. In. Wait, it is. But so slowly this time. Its going to take
hours to get in there. Faster. My hips are moving faster than light, but he
isn’t letting this cold beast enter faster. I feel a hand push down on my chest
to hold me still. Now. Ahh… It is all the way in. I can handle this. And out.
Oh my, I’m exploding. My body is convulsing. I doubt I’m saying anything
because I can’t breath. I feel my hands grabbing something soft with all their
might. I hope it’s not him. My legs feel locked. My back is arching. Sun-bombs
are exploding in my head. Every nerve ending is on fire. A loud vibrating at
the base of my skull. My head is twisting from side to side, gasping for air.
This cold thing is going faster and faster.

Ahh. Something very cold has entered me. oh. My orgasm has passed. But, I
still can’t stop my hips moving. My breath is still short and fast. He must be
putting something inside me. Not him. Too cold. Its temp. difference is so much
that I can feel it move inside. Right at the entrance. He is moving it back and
forth just a little. But very fast. I can feel my hips thrusting to get it in
faster.

I can feel the urgency building between my legs. The guy as walked out of the
room now. I really don’t care, I am very involved in myself. I rub a little
faster, and that old familiar feeling starts to build. My hips start to move
out of my control. My breath is pounding.

My sex has a life of its own. It thrusts upwards, as if it wished to be filled.
Drops back unattended to. My fingers rub faster, what little can go in, does.
It thrusts for ward again, pushing hard against my hand. I can feel it
crystalizing. This is going to be an intense one. I can’t remember my name, but
I do notice that I’m moaning. The moans are rapidly becoming low pitched
squeals. Here it is, its ohhh. Ican’t seethink. My whole brain is vibrating. I
can’t move my hand to keep it going! It’s going to crash, no! Don’t leave!

I hear him moving but I don’t open my eyes. I move my hands across the top of
my breasts and down again, being sure to squeeze my nipple on the way down.
Across my stomach where that hot drink has made me feel so languid. Down across
my hips sliding the skirt and panties around my ankles. I grab what is left of
my drink and pour it on my stomach.

It trickles down the insides of my legs onto his bean bag. I can feel it
dripping across my lips. They must be touched. I move my hands down across my
thighs, and up towards my sex. I just touch the lips gently, a tease. With the
left hand I play with my right breast. A gentle pinch. A push. A trace. Or a
squeeze. With my other hand I use a finger to trace my inner thigh to my sex. I
spread my legs wide, and rub my finger up and down, gently across the opening.