Stretched

Fiction
It was their first time together, having gone on two dates already. The room was dark, breathing heavy, fingers moving tentatively, unaccustomed to the other’s clothing, yet they still got naked quickly. He was much older, more than twice her age yet they both felt the connection, lust and yearning to be together.
He kissed her mouth, cheek, jawbone, neck, collar bone, and then her tits; listening for her breathing to reach that perfect peak…then he moved down to his favorite place, between a girl’s thighs.
She was smooth, waxed to perfection and wet. She was so wet that the sheets beneath her ass were already soaked through. It was going to get wetter and soon. He inhaled her fragrance and moved his tongue in circles, barely grazing her clit as he moved down to her swollen slippery lips. His nose now did the tickling of her clit as he slipped his proboscis between her dew laden lips, savoring each drop as it flowed into his mouth, devouring her nectar hungrily.
Her hips arched up to his face, trying in vain to attract more attention to her throbbing bud, wanting him to suck it between his lips and grant her the release now screaming in the wings. Then, as he read her panting and deciphered her desire, he moved up ever so slightly and encircled her clit with his mouth, sucking gently at first as he slid a finger inside of her.
She cried out in the throes of a climax as his finger began to caress her g-spot and his mouth sucked more urgently on her clit. She was practically mindless as her juices burst from her pussy, flooding his face and further dampening the sheets and her ass crack. He continued to work her g-spot, now inserting two fingers into her and rubbing furiously inside, bringing her to a second and different orgasm. This time she burst forth with a stream of ejaculate, nearly drowning him with the copious quantity of juices, yet still he probed on.
He shoved both fingers deeper, finding her tender cervix and then the areas adjacent. She had never had a lover touch her there before, but then again he was only her third lover in the four years she’d been sexually active. He, on the other hand had been with many women, but he was in his fifties. He used his experience now on the woman before him, the one that shared is desires. He fingered that spot deep inside and she felt the resultant orgasm beginning to build.
She bucked and rocked, and moaned as he worked her like a master craftsman, his fingers finding just the right place as his tongue plied the folds of her flesh outside. Then it happened, convulsions inside her pussy rocked her lithe body, her breath came in hitches and her insides seemed to melt. Viscous thick fluids began to ooze from her pulsating pussy and his tongue was there to savor them. He knew she was ready, but would she be able to take what he was about to give her?
He slid up beside her, angling his body under her right leg, and aiming his thick rod at the hole where his fingers once were. She looked at him, eyelids heavy with desire and recent satisfaction; wanting more. He began to push into her recently climactic hole, feeling that it had relaxed and was more open to his plying penis. She moaned as the tip began to part her, and then she groaned as his girth began to stretch her. Her lust drove her past the fear of his thickness, making her take more than she thought she could handle. Had she seen it in the light, she’d have fled from before him, claiming to have forgotten to accomplish some pressing chore; fearful of the monster before her eyes. But she hadn’t seen it, she was only just now feeling it as it began to widen her, split her lips and part the flesh between her thighs.
She felt him sink deeper into her until his tip tickled the place his fingers just touched and she was again feeling the climactic event building. With a slowly speeding shudder, the orgasm erupted and claimed her sanity for a few moments, She thrashed about on the bed, impaled by the man older than her own father. She was a mindless woman, wanting the act to never end but she knew it must.
As she calmed down from the most recent release, he smiled into her eyes, now visible in the light of the rising super moon, “You tell me when I can cum my little Mistress.”
She licked her lips in restless abandon, “After you’ve made me cum like that a few more times.”
Her orders were carried out obediently, and then she allowed him to have his climactic peak. As they lay together in the solemn stillness following their initial act, she grasped his semi erect member, “You’re bigger soft than either of the other two were hard. Had I known you were that big, I’d have never gotten to experience such a wonderful time. Thank you.”
He smiled, nudging his growing pole against her left thigh, “You are welcome my Mistress. If you’re ready for round two, I can further your pleasure until you can no longer walk.”
She chuckled, “It’s a good thing you brought that wheel chair then because I’d rather be a cripple than be able to walk and never experience that kind of love again.”