Just Lust

Just lust.

2026 All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

All characters in this story and also the characters in the memories are of legal age of 21.

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Margaret opened the door. Standing there was a tall, shy man named Robert, aged 28.

He looked down sheepishly, but devoured her with his eyes, starting with the simple high heels on her feet...

Margaret was an average-looking woman, aged 53. She was married and had a son. He had left home and was studying away from home.

Her husband, whom she loved very much, traveled a lot, and left the house every morning at 7 a. m. He was a great husband, but in bed he was a total letdown: he was harmless, quite unimaginative in bed, and did not satisfy her with his lack of drive, insufficient stamina, and, unfortunately, his lack of size.

Sometimes Margaret lay awake at night wondering how other women her age were probably getting fucked. She was curious, partly because she had gotten through menopause relatively well.

Sex was not really that important to her, either. Everything else in her marriage was simply fine. Margaret was actually just... bored, very bored. That is why she simply wanted to have some real fun every now and then and be fucked purely physically. An hour of casual, risk-free sex just the way she liked it--no compromises. Then no questions asked, and everything would be fine--before getting older took her completely off the market. She wanted to experience something.

Robert worked in finance. He often worked 12-hour days or longer. He really enjoyed his job and earned a good living, but all his relationships had fallen apart because of it. His parents had died when he was young; he had had a difficult childhood and had worked his way up.

He was very shy and reserved. He rarely spoke about himself and could not open up. His last relationship with his girlfriend had ended when he came home earlier than expected one day.

As he unlocked the door, he heard his girlfriend's loud, joyful moans coming from the bedroom. As he cautiously approached the open bedroom door, he saw her -- her pretty legs were in the air, and she was being pounded hard by one of his friends.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, I'm so unsatisfied... and always alone when I need it..."

That was Robert's emotional Waterloo.

Robert had briefly revealed himself. His girlfriend, 26, looked at him in horror, while his friend, 27, wide-eyed with surprise, came inside his girlfriend far too soon in her unprotected pussy. Robert remembered she was not on the pill and he saw no condom. He remembered she was in her dangerous days as she always wanted a baby.

His girlfriend looked down at her pussy, with his cum soaking out of it, then at Robert. "Robert... Why..."

Looking at her soaking cunt, he had left the apartment, had gone to a hotel, and found a new place the next day.

He never saw the two of them again. Since then, Robert had become even more reserved and shy. He worked even harder.

To at least physically satisfy his quite strong sexual desires, he would sometimes browse the internet in search of something. He had a strong sex drive.

Margaret and he had met through a reputable chat site. It had been difficult for Margaret to find someone among all the potbellied lechers in their late 50s who wouldn't immediately flaunt his puny, flacthirtyd penis at her.

She wanted to hook up with someone of a certain caliber, and she simply wanted good sex.

She had therefore narrowed her search to younger men under 30 and set many requirements, which greatly reduced the number of messages she received.

She had also posted very tasteful, subtle yet unambiguous photos. Robert had caught her eye because he was polite, articulate, and knew how to conduct himself. She could tell from his responses how much effort it took him to talk to a woman, even in a chat. He was thoughtful, and she had fun with him.

As the conversation became more direct and veered toward explicit sex, he often struggled with his responses, yet they were fantastic and had appealed to her as a woman and aroused her. She sensed in his answers and questions his strong sexual drive and his immense, unfulfilled desire, which he conveyed in a sophisticated manner.

They'd spent a lot of time chatting, so she was sure he wasn't a pervert,

but rather an extremely shy and understanding man full of fantasies and with a big cock.

At some point, he'd actually sent pictures, and she'd swallowed hard with excitement when she saw the beautiful body of a young man and his cock for the first time.

He was obviously full of hormones and sex drive, and because of his upbringing and conservative education, he was simply too shy and emotionally frustrated to approach women directly. They had cautiously exchanged sexual images, desires, and fantasies. At some point, they had masturbated together. It had not been easy until he turned on the live camera for the first time. She had taken the lead, undressing piece by piece and teasing him. At some point, he had finally reached into his pants and started jerking off--first secretly, then more and more openly.

She had kept delaying it, over and over, and stopped him to see how patient he was and how long he could hold out. When they reached the 30-minute mark together, she was happy. When she then had her first intense orgasm right in front of him, and he subsequently came hard, a decision had taken shape inside her.

She could still see the thick stream of white semen gushing from his big cock on the video screen and had secretly taken a screenshot of it, which she looked at repeatedly afterward.

Robert was becoming more and more taken with the chats. After his last girlfriend, he did not want any more emotional blackmail over his work hours or the relationship--he just wanted some sex with a sophisticated woman. Emotionally, he was very closed off; he needed time. The fact that Margaret was older than him made things easier for him. He enjoyed the uncomplicated yet sophisticated conversations with a mature and hairy woman. At first, he found it difficult to talk about his desires, but Margaret made it easy for him. She began by hinting at her own desires, playing with her charms in an uninhibited yet sophisticated way, and giving him space to respond.

He did so in a direct and very sexy way, without ever becoming vulgar. He did not care about Margaret's circumstances.

After these increasingly open chats--which were initially weekly--Margaret had often masturbated alone in bed to satisfy her intense arousal. Still, it remained just masturbation--short, intense climaxes, but no deep satisfaction and no physical contact--no being touched or desired as a woman. Because she eventually found herself in a constant state of arousal and still had the desire the very next day to be fucked by a man in real life, she finally suggested they meet.

She was unsure whether and how Robert would react. Robert enjoyed the chats; he usually came during them, but he kept coming back--partly because Margaret teased him for a very long time and skillfully, prolonging his desire so that he was still horny afterward, even the next day, after having come multiple times with her, and later in his bed, dreaming of her.

To Margaret's surprise, Robert had therefore agreed very quickly. He was obviously feeling the excitement, too. She came across to him as a woman. They soon made plans to meet.

Margaret's friends owned a second home. She had now invited Robert there for Tuesday morning at 9:00 a. m.

Her husband was away on a business trip all week. Robert had submitted an important financial report the day before and was looking forward to relaxing. She had gotten ready and was well-groomed, a little nervous, and full of anticipation.

Robert was excited and, accordingly, turned on. She herself was wearing high heels, pantyhose, and a tight, simple black dress that morning. That was what Robert had asked for.

She hoped she would make a good impression and that he'd fulfill her sexual hopes and secret desires, which she'd been carrying around with her since her college days. She'd been raised conservatively and didn't have sex for the first time until she was 21. Now she was old enough to say again exactly how she wanted to have sex--more precisely, how she specifically wanted to be "fucked."

She invited Robert in. She greeted him with a kiss, as friends do. He blushed slightly. He stepped inside. As she walked past him, she noticed a pleasant, light scent and a subtle hint of eau de toilette. She recognized him from the photos, yet she still admired his build and his good posture.

She turned around with him, and they stood facing each other in the hallway.

He obviously didn't know what to do or say. He seemed lost. Robert was seething inside. He liked this woman; she stirred his fantasies, which he could barely put into words.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked, putting him at ease. She invited him into the living room. He looked around and noticed the tasteful decor. He saw the open door to the bedroom. And he caught sight of a made bed with silk sheets.

She walked over to the bedroom door and stood there, smiling invitingly.

Robert looked at her: "You look wonderful," he said, stammering slightly, his eyes fixed on her calves. He had to make an effort, and he did. "Thank you" ... "I like you, too. You're a handsome man."

Margaret liked it when things were said out loud.

Robert was wearing a well-tailored light brown suit; his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his subtle black chest hair. Margaret had wished for that suit, among many other things...

He approached her very shyly, his eyes on the floor...

She smiled at him to encourage him. Then she raised her arms and placed them on his. They stood like that for a moment. Then she slid his jacket off his broad shoulders with both arms. She felt the strong young muscles beneath his shirt. It turned her on immensely. She caught a whiff of a fresh, masculine scent. Juices began to flow in her pussy. It had been a long time since that had happened.

Robert was really her type. She was as horny as she'd been the last time, at age 22 in college, after a party with lots of drugs. The jacket fell to the floor.

Robert calmed down a little. He stood up, his arms trembling. He awkwardly reached around her, his hand brushing against her large breasts as if by accident.

He grasped her back and unzipped her black dress. His whole body was trembling now, but she could tell he was determined. He knew what he wanted.

Skillfully, he pulled the zipper down.

It was a little too cool in the apartment. The slight chill in the air first brushed against Margaret's shoulders, then her beautiful back, and finally her stomach.

Her ample bosom came into view, clad in understated lingerie--a black bra and a subtle, elegant pair of panties. She stood there in black seamless pantyhose and elegant black shoes. Robert took a deep breath at this wonderful sight. He closed his eyes briefly and breathed in through his nose.

Robert placed his large hands on her shoulders and massaged them gently. He had a knack for it and loosened her upper chest muscles, which relaxed Margaret greatly. Her breasts felt heavy, so she liked that. It was important to Margaret that she was truly relaxed; then she'd be able to enjoy sex much more easily later on. "Maybe then I'll finally be able to come...," she hoped mischievously to herself. She'd dreamed about it so often, when her husband would snore blissfully beside her after a quick release...

In return, she unbuttoned Robert's elegant shirt. She smelled him--this handsome man--and liked it. She slid his shirt down over his chest. He wasn't wearing anything underneath, and she enjoyed the sight of his beautiful, masculine body hair. Deftly, she unbuttoned the shirt cuffs. It suited him. She admired his beautiful arms. The shirt fell to the floor. The coolness of the room hit Robert's upper body, but it soothed him.

Glancing down casually, she noticed that his pants were bulging. The bulge looked pronounced, but because of the elegance of the pants, it appeared masculine without being crude or even aggressive.

Then he cupped her breasts with both hands through her bra. He massaged them gently, lifting them slightly; he had strength, yet he was very gentle at the same time. Very gently and without force, he now guided her toward the bedroom. In very, very small steps, she yielded, but it took quite a while because she was enjoying his breast massage. Robert was tender and patient.

She was horny, but she wasn't in a hurry; she wasn't easy; she didn't just want to spread her legs. He had to win her over with elegance and style. They had talked about how sex could be elegant.

His massage gradually turned into a tender caress of her nipples through her bra. Here, too, she could feel how he responded to her reactions and adjusted the pressure accordingly. He was obviously genuinely interested in how women felt during sex. He'd try something, and then he'd sense exactly how she reacted.

She now felt aroused and very relaxed. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, which simply fell away. Her breasts sagged downward. Robert watched them sag and closed his eyes. He found it incredibly arousing. The cool air brushed against her nipples, making them harden further, and his fingers teased her nerve endings. She began to feel warmer. She kept her own hands still. He had to earn it. He was now massaging her nipples directly. At some point, as she slowly moved backward, her calves bumped against the bed. She felt the cool silk sheets. She had to maintain her composure. The moment had come. She stood briefly at the edge of the bed while Robert gently pushed her upper body forward. He subtly expressed his desire. She let her hips drop and sat down on the bed.

Robert stood before her, aroused. He was stunned. The sight of her...

Margaret now elegantly parted her legs. It had grown pleasantly warm between her legs. She raised her arms--revealing her underarm hair--and pressed down on Robert's shoulders. Robert knelt before her, trembling and moving very slowly. He savored the sight in slow motion. His body was visibly shaking, both from the effort and because he was so turned on. It was the scene from his dreams that they'd indirectly chatted about. He reveled in the sight of her bare upper body... He took in her scent. Her perfume now came into its own; it wasn't sweet, like that of a young woman, but carried a pleasant depth.

She spoke slowly and firmly:

"Robert, you're going to lick me now. Do it right--I want to come hard and be able to dream about this in the future..."

Robert melted at these words: he smiled--this was exactly what he'd wanted...

He'd wanted her to be so explicit. She liked being able to be truly clear. He stuck out his tongue and licked over the pantyhose between her legs. He felt the texture of the pantyhose on his tongue and ran his hands over her pretty calves as well.

Although she was still covered, he could sense Margaret's arousal in the slight tremor of her hips. She was aroused and... horny. She had to restrain herself greatly. He could smell the fresh scent of her desire. Slightly tart, fresh, and surprisingly strong. She wore very little perfume. Her increasingly distinct pheromones filled him with boundless joy; he wanted to lick her now.

Robert's knees trembled on the hard carpet. He pushed her legs even further apart and pressed his tongue firmly against her pubic mound. He felt her pubic bone and her heat against his upper lip. He ran his hands along her legs, massaging first her calves, then her stocking-clad thighs. Margaret sighed...

His mouth was now very close to her pussy, and he was blowing warm air onto her pubic area. She shuddered. She could feel it through her pantyhose. As his hands slowly moved closer to her pubic area, she relaxed. She let herself go mentally because it felt so good. He massaged the insides of her thighs thoroughly, his thumbs gradually moving closer to her mons pubis. Very slowly.

Patiently. He then gently pressed against her labia and felt her clitoris for the first time. It was already noticeably hard. She flinched briefly. Her breasts bounced up once briefly. He felt her heat and also her pubic hair beneath the pantyhose and inside her panties. He briefly licked her belly button. He tasted a hint of fresh sweat. She hadn't shaved any further down. She knew that was exactly what turned Robert on. Her black pubic hair--generally trimmed discreetly--was visible.

He wrapped his hands around her and then vigorously massaged her buttocks and her voluptuous hips through the pantyhose. This caused her labia to smack indirectly. Her skin was soft and pink. He kneaded her round ass. She felt his intense longing for her big, mature pussy, and it made her get wetter and wetter.

It flowed just like it did 30 years ago, when she was 23.

Then he grabbed the hem of her black pantyhose and forcefully lifted them--and her butt--up. She unconsciously helped him; she wanted it so badly... The pantyhose slid down; it turned him on to see her pubic hair caught in the fabric and her skin gently exposed.

He extended his middle fingers, hooked them in, and pulled her panties down along with the tights. The coolness of the room enveloped her wet pussy. Gently, he supported first her right leg, then her left. He took off her high heels. Then he slowly pulled the pantyhose down over her calves and feet.

As he moved, he caught brief glimpses of her glistening, wet pussy, and her pink labia. He gently massaged each of her calves. Then he kissed the tops of her feet and admired the bright red painted toenails that surprised him beneath the pantyhose.

He'd mentioned that briefly once while chatting, too. She'd remembered it. Wonderful. His cock stood very stiff in his pants at the sight.

When he was finally able to tear his gaze away from her feet, he looked up and saw her large, wide, black-haired pussy up close for the first time. She watched him and enjoyed the way he was approaching her.

He shuddered at the sight of her pussy as a whole. A chill ran down his spine.

It was a large, thick triangle of jet-black hair. She spread her legs for him for the first time and smiled. Her large, thickly haired pussy came into view--wide, high, and neatly trimmed straight up.

Her belly protruded slightly. He saw her full outer labia, surrounded by skin that was no longer young. He saw the full inner labia protruding in a darker shade of pink, extending more than an inch. He saw a little moisture glistening. Her thoroughly muscular legs complemented the scene.

He felt the primal power of a real woman with a thick bush that was waiting especially for him and ready. Her firm hips reinforced the powerful image.

This image was more arousing to Robert than all the pussies he had seen on young women so far. Those were often completely shaved, hesitant, demure.

That pussy was demanding, it was greedy; it wanted to be conquered, to be mounted and taken, to be fucked. Margaret had hinted at this--or rather, whispered it to him--time and again in the chat.

He took a deep breath through his nose and sensed her lust. His brain obeyed this ancient instinct.

He licked along her shaved legs. At the same time, she raised her arms above her head, where he spotted the same curls in her armpits as in her pubic hair. A surge of additional arousal shot through his stomach and into his cock.

She saw his arousal and smiled: He would have to be patient, because she now wanted to be fucked long and hard.

She stretched her legs toward him: he stuck out his tongue and licked from deep down to the top of her little belly. She shuddered. He tasted the fresh, salty flavor of her wetness, and he liked her special scent.

"Yes, lick me. Robert, please... No one has ever really licked me before..."

It was a little white lie, because one of her college friends had always gone down on her extensively and brought her to an intense orgasm, but she wanted to experience that again.

Robert sought out her clitoris and began licking above and below it. He avoided direct contact with her clitoris.

Then he took two fingers of his right hand and carefully slid them into her pussy. He gently felt his way through her canal and traced its upper wall. Where he felt it was rough, he began to massage her. She closed her eyes--at first out of fear that he'd be too rough--but then she began to moan; it was obviously feeling good.

Her juices were flowing; he knew she was sensitive. At the same time, Robert continued to lick her. He'd watched her closely while she masturbated on video chat, and he hoped he knew what she wanted and exactly which movements would make her come. He thought back to her masturbation, now feeling her reactions and adjusting his slow rhythm accordingly.

He kept this up with her for several minutes. Margaret was happy because of this particular tenderness. He licked her persistently and very patiently. She moaned softly at first, then louder and louder. Margaret was in heaven. Robert was doing what no one had done to her in years. He was fulfilling her dreams.

She moaned and gasped, "Yes, Robert, lick me... Keep going. You're amazing." Robert didn't let up.

She ran her fingers through his hair and guided him. Sexual memories and feelings welled up from deep within her. "Robert, keep going, I'm about to come..."

"Please, don't stop..." She was almost begging now. She felt a new kind of arousal and trembled; her breasts quivered slightly. As he persistently licked her sensitive spot above her pussy and, at the same time, his three-day stubble gently caressed her clitoris, Margaret came for the first time in 30 years.

Robert felt her wave on his mouth. The orgasm took her by surprise--short and intense. She felt his tongue on her spot, which Robert had been licking relentlessly, as she breathed and moaned in ever-shorter intervals. He increased the speed of his very steady licking, and she came. His stubble on her clitoris sent her into orgasm. She gasped, bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and lifted her hips. She was briefly speechless... She swallowed hard as shivers ran through her lower abdomen.

She had been holding his head very tightly; now she let go of his head. Her juices flowed from her pussy. Robert took a deep breath. The scent was overwhelming. His arousal grew. Margaret let herself fall back; Robert stood up.

After Margaret had calmed down a bit, she looked between Robert's legs as he stood over her. She saw his erect penis in his pants.

She gathered her thoughts and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Well, Robert, did you jerk off this morning like I told you to? I really don't like guys who come too fast..."

Margaret wanted to be completely relaxed when he fucked her. She'd simply had enough of guys who came too fast and of the constant worry that the sex might be over soon.

Despite all her efforts, her former lovers--and especially her husband--often came too quickly, and often right before she reached her climax, leaving her high and dry. So many missed opportunities. She'd had enough of that. She recalled the string of "near-climaxes" from the past few years.

She wasn't going to risk her marriage for a one-minute man...

"Yes," said Robert, "twice this morning--I'm not going to let you down now..."

Margaret's face flushed slightly at the thought of that--and especially of how he'd taken care of himself twice. She thought of the video chat scenes. She felt his devotion and his respect for her pleasure. She smiled. Her pussy tingled gently.

"But your cock seems to like me already again..."

She undid his belt and zipper and let his elegant pants fall. She sank to her knees. She helped him take off his shoes. Then she helped him step out of his pants.

The intense sensitivity in her vagina after her first orgasm began to subside. She pulled down the waistband of his underwear and saw Robert's cock in the flesh for the first time.

It was beautiful. She saw the large cock she recognized from the photos. She liked his scent; the smell of a young, aroused man turned her on...

His cock was fully circumcised, and he had a distinctly pronounced glans. She felt it, and his balls weighed heavily in her hand. She liked the sight of testicles--that's where men were potent and... sensitive. With her right hand, she jerked him off exactly once, very slowly. The texture of his skin felt wonderful, and his shaft was very firm. Her pussy tingled at the sensation of his hardness and potency.

She was ready. She licked her lips, coated in soft red lipstick. She wasn't going to give him a blowjob now, since he was already nice and hard. She wanted to be fucked right here and now, for as long as he could last.

Although she was sure it wasn't necessary because of his shyness, she reached into the bed crevice and pulled out a pack of condoms. She'd bought extra-thick condoms, so he'd last as long as possible. She opened a condom and rolled it onto Robert's perfect cock. The subtle scent of the spermicide turned her on even more: they were really going to do it now. No camera. She felt her wet pussy against the cool, silky sheets.

The condom fit well--he was well-endowed. Her pussy stirred at the sight. She was looking forward to being fucked with endurance right then...

She sank onto her back, spread her legs provocatively, licked her lips, lifted her legs, and cooed:

"Robert, are you going to fuck me now? Do it well, and above all: ... for a long time--I really need it."

She liked it when desires were expressed explicitly. Her husband was far too uptight for that.

As she did so, she used her right index finger to pull her clitoris upward. Robert admired her highly aroused pussy and rolled his eyes.

Robert leaned over her and positioned his cock at her entrance. Then he massaged her wet clitoris with the head of his cock. With his right hand, he gently guided his glans over her soft, swelling clitoris, pressing lightly again and again. He massaged her wet labia in circular motions.

He did this very patiently and tenderly. He felt her warmth and her very silky skin, despite the condom.

Completely new sensations awakened in Margaret. This was better than any vibrator, and she liked it when she was stimulated slowly and thoroughly by a warm, real cock outside her pussy. It was a surprise--it felt amazing--but it hadn't been part of her fantasies until now.

"This man is just so good," Margaret thought as she surrendered to the sensual massage. It was even better than the cunnilingus she'd just experienced... His hard glans firmly massaged the many nerve endings on her labia and inside her pussy. She was wetter than she'd been in years and was getting wetter and wetter, and it turned her on immensely.

Robert knew a woman's anatomy, and she realized that he had paid very close attention to her as well. She let it happen for a while, enjoying it with abandon and growing hornier and hornier.

An intense desire welled up inside her. She grew impatient: she had waited long enough--30 years, to be exact.

"Robert, enough now: You're great, but just put it in already, please--I don't need any more foreplay. I need your beautiful cock. Please." She looked at him with pleading eyes.

Her pussy began to throb and fill with more blood than she had ever experienced before. It was almost like a second spring. Robert pressed harder, and as he moved in circles, his glans kept briefly penetrating her. It was incredibly arousing.

Margaret began to tremble--she hadn't expected that. Robert's glans--his cock--was hard. He was preparing her well. Normally, it was a game of fire for her husband to tease her like this, since the sensitive nerve endings of his small cock were constantly stimulated, causing him to come and go limp immediately afterward.

But since Robert was more potent and had already come several times, both he and, as a result, she was now very relaxed. She began moaning softly at first, then louder.

"Robert, fuck me. Please." She liked this direct approach. The apartment was on the edge of the forest; they could be loud. That's how Margaret wanted it.

"Robert, you know, if you cum before you've really fucked me, then don't bother coming back!"

"Don't worry, Margaret..." He seemed extremely focused.

"Then fuck me, please..." She stretched her arms out across the bed, pushing her pussy further toward him.

Then Robert aimed right at her opening and, with one slow thrust, entered her almost completely. He timed it perfectly so that he would fill her without causing her any pain.

"Oooooo. Wow, Robert..."

She felt full, but Robert had good control and wasn't overwhelming her. Then he slowly pulled his cock right back out almost to the entrance and began fucking her very slowly. Very, very slowly. Margaret held her breath. What a man. This cock was probably the biggest she'd ever had.

He felt her pussy engulfing his cock. He felt a warm body adjusting just right and welcoming him. He teased her very slowly. He had learnt his lesson with all these young women. They typically cried over his elegance in pounding them, very slowly.

She took deep breaths in and out. Margaret was surprised at how much these very slow movements turned her on.

Up until now, since she had been a young college chick, she'd been used to impatient, monotonous, and rapid in-and-out movements, but this slow stretching of her lower body by this warm, hard, yet tender cock was incredibly hot.

She felt herself opening up and experienced little electric shocks of pleasure. She immediately began to tremble. She had rarely come from the mere penetration of a cock in her life--usually only when under the influence of alcohol--but this was a new and very conscious experience.

Margaret let herself go mentally; she hoped and knew that she didn't have to rush. That was exactly what heightened her arousal. This cock would get the job done; it was strong, enduring, and horny.

Robert was moving slowly in her hot melting pot. She was not as tight as these college chicks, but it was fantastic. A real woman. Robert moved above her. He felt the lovely grip around his cock, felt her heat; he was entering a pleasantly warm space full of emotion. She was surprisingly wet.

He was not swimming in it--because of the pleasant pressure of her vaginal walls against his large penis.

He was still shy, but he enjoyed these movements and moved with increasing freedom. She gave him the right vibrations in his glans which typically felt just numb.

His glans rubbed a little against the side walls, as he took care not to cause her any pain. He felt a new sensation at the rim of his glans and enjoyed how she used skillful counterpressure to give him pleasure. He didn't look stressed, and based on her experience, it would be a long time before he...

She let herself go even further mentally, opened up even more, stretched her feet into the air, and enjoyed what was happening to her. Robert moved very slowly inside her, skillfully touching new spots in her love canal.

She was fully aware of how his glans rubbed against her G-spot, as well as the walls of her vagina, stimulating them. She felt a new sense of anticipation for a new kind of orgasm that was building up, and which Robert continued to heighten with every thrust and every withdrawal.

Robert repeatedly thrust deep and very slowly into her with his full length, always reaching deep into her uterus and then pulling back just before slipping out of her vagina. This gave him the best sensations on all his nerve endings, from his scrotum to his glans. He started to have real feelings. These were overwhelming. After a while, to give her something back, Robert began rubbing her clitoris again between his thumb and index finger. He was practically pinching it. Margaret let him do it and enjoyed his touch. She was very relaxed. All her worries fell away; she was completely in the here and now.

She felt the soft silk against her butt and a wet spot on the comforter. She looked up at a handsome, hairy man who was feasting on her tits and was now fucking her slowly but relentlessly. She saw his muscular lean belly moving. So sexy.

She reached for her nipples and stimulated herself. His fingers had found her sensitive spot between her labia. He pressed there briefly. She took a deep breath and moaned softly: "Yes, yessssssssss..."

Robert pushed his cock deeper into her, past her G-spot, and then touched her uterus deep inside her, gently. This raised new feelings. Her husband was too short for that type of stimulation. Yet, he was very gentle.

"Finally, your cock is inside me--I've been longing for this..."

"Me too--finally, I get to be inside you..."

He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them firmly. She grabbed his butt and pushed him in and out twice briefly, then pressed his pubic bone hard against her clitoris.

She let out a throaty sigh. A sudden, brief wave swept over her and coursed through her pussy:

The anticipation of this day, Robert's appearance and his performance, the very relaxed atmosphere, and the fulfillment of so many of her fantasies made her come suddenly and quickly.

She clenched her vagina tightly around his cock. Robert felt a sudden change.

"Yesssss........ I'm coming...".

She clenched her teeth briefly and came. Her abdominal muscles tensed.

It happened very suddenly to Margaret. This intense experience gave her her first climax of this kind in ages.

"Oops," she took a breath and smiled at him sheepishly.

It hadn't happened to her in a long time...

The gentle wave subsided; Robert felt her pussy oscillating, then relaxing.

She held her breath for a few beats of her heart. He smiled back, blew her a kiss, and simply carried on after making sure Margaret was okay.

He massaged her breasts. Slowly and with great endurance, he pushed his cock inside her. He felt her vagina welcoming his hardness again. He continued to fuck her very slowly in the missionary position.

Margaret liked the position as she could relax very well and fully. She lay back. Now she was starting to sweat; she liked Robert's shy and modest manner.

She felt and heard the juices splashing. His testicles swung, full and potent, against her pelvic floor. So hot. So relaxed, so gentle.

"Mmmmmm... Robert, please fuck me..."

She began to moan softly again, this time even more relaxed and uninhibited.

With every thrust, a short "O..." escaped her lips, its pitch rising higher and higher...

Then a longer "Oooooo...,"

"Yes...,"

He had stopped at her G-spot and remained there, his large glans trembling slightly back and forth. When Robert teased her and paused briefly, she pleaded:

"Keep going, Robert, please, fuck me... I want to experience coming like this at least once again..." She had told him about that dream in their chat.

"Please don't cum yet...," she pleaded...

To tease him even more, she played with him using her vaginal muscles. Robert, too, began to moan softly.

"Oooo..."...

This amazing woman beneath him was simply too much for his sexual soul. He looked at her breasts, which hung down slightly.

He felt her emotions. He started to moan with every thrust. He started to show emotions...

"Oooouuuu..."

He felt his thick scrotum brush against the underside of the silk sheets. His large scrotum swung against her wet pubic hair with every thrust. The top of the wetness was slightly cool on his sack, while the hot pussy created more fluids.. and heat.

He moaned, louder, and louder, with every thrust. His scrotum felt the cool wetness and the heat.

The condom slid in and out with less and less resistance as Margaret got wetter and wetter.

She could feel herself heading toward a powerful orgasm. She wasn't quite there yet...

"Robert, I am going to come soon, but you have to keep fucking me as you just do.. Will you?". She licked her lips. She knew this would put him on the brink.

Robert loved to hear that and opened himself, he moaned excessively at the sight of her tongue.

"Oooh..."... His cock was kind of melting in her pussy, he felt.

Now Margaret began the game she'd already started in the chat:

"Robert, my Robert, don't come yet... Keep fucking me."

"Ooo, that's really good..."

When she noticed that the handsome man was starting to sweat, his beautiful muscles were tensing, and he was trembling. He felt a tingle on the underside of his scrotum.

"Robert, remember, pull yourself together--DON'T COME..."

"You have to keep satisfying me... YOU MUST!"

He began to moan loudly and hoarsely at those words. In his mind, he was getting more and more aroused...

"Rrrrrrrr...," he let out. The ring of his glans was feeling like a hot ring willing to spew. His determination vanished. Her tits were so sexy, dropping to each side.

He paused more and more often, as he was now on the verge of coming inside her at any moment. He grimaced. She felt that he was fighting and.. failing...

For a moment, he felt the tip of his cock grow hot and, despite being circumcised, become extremely sensitive.

He wasn't used to this--his cock was usually pretty numb, but now, with the sight of this lady with this wonderful pussy, it was one big, sensitive mass. The ring around the rim of his glans felt like a hot piece of iron.

Margaret sensed his impending failure, grabbed his ass and squeezed it hard.

Her fingernails dug into his muscles. When he grimaced dangerously, she pinched his butt with all her strength.

"Hey, Mr. minute-man, do not shoot. Listen!"

"Ow!" Robert almost yelled, but the crisis at his glans was over. He kept fucking...

She encouraged him: "Robert, don't come yet, hold it in... Fuck me... I'm almost there... Please. For me..."

She watched him struggle to hold back his orgasm as he continued to fuck her, giving her sexual sensations she'd never experienced before. Robert felt the pain in his butt muscles and kept tightening his pelvic floor, just as he'd practiced, to keep from coming. His butt and back were now extremely tense.

She saw him struggling.

"Nothing is as sexy than a man failing in view of your voluptuous pussy. What a compliment for a middle-aged woman." That thought turned Margaret on immensely.

Both moaned loudly: "Fuck me..."

"I'm fucking you, you're so hot..."

"I don't want to cum..."

However, she was not there yet.

"Robert, keep fucking me, I'm almost there... You have to hold it in a little longer, please..." "Just a little... Please. Don't cum... It is my dream..."

Margaret sounded almost desperate in her longing for a real, hard-fucked orgasm... This man had nearly gotten her there.

Margaret looked into the mirror on the wall: the situation turned her on immensely...

He was at the edge, because of her. He held back; she could see him struggling, but that only heightened his desire... and especially hers.

The man was fighting for her, to prolong her pleasure, his ass cramped, against the primal urge to come and against the instincts of procreation... He gritted his teeth.

"Robert, don't come... I'm almost there. Please, please, don't come yet..."

Moaning, he gave her another push. He held his breath and nearly cried.

She felt her body open up and a new wave began to roll through her. From the depths of her vagina, it started to flow...

They would make it together...!!!

She was now deliberately driving him crazy, and that pushed her over the finish line...

"Robert, you have to hold it in, just a few more thrusts, please, fuck me..."

"Aaaah, Margaret... I can't take it anymore...," he stopped.

The ring of his glans was in frenzy.

"You have to, please, I'm so close...", she teased.

"I can't take it anymore..." His balls contracted...

"What's the name of Mickey Mouse's girlfriend?"...

"What? How?" Robert was briefly distracted and held on.

He didn't come. His scrotum went limp again...

"Robert, keep fucking me." Margaret was on the verge of coming.

She let out an uncontrolled "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...". He saw her tits were vibrating.

His cock was working wonders inside her; she came just from the penetration, for the first time in living memory...

She grabbed his ass and almost screamed... "Robert, DON'T come..."

She knew she was ready now, but she kept teasing him...

"Robert, please, please, just a few more thrusts."

She played her last trump card: "Robert, otherwise you're not allowed to come

back--I'm warning you..."

Robert's face was flushed... He was sweating and totally desperate... He never did it right to any woman...

"What a demanding woman..." He was on the verge of coming, and his cock was out of control. She still asked him to hold back. What a life....

She squeezed him hard... Robert impulsively thrust into her. He picked up the pace. It was completely irrational, but his instincts had taken over.

He wanted to satisfy this horny woman, just as she'd wanted. He was as hard as a rock....

"I'll give it to you... Margaret."

"Yes, Robert, DO ME, PLEASE..."

His balls started to boil, his cock was swimming inside the condom despite its hardness, and for a moment he felt as if the condom had torn...

"I can't take it anymore..." All hope of control left him; his primal instinct overwhelmed him.

"Yes, Robert, keep fucking me, this is amazing... Nothing else matters,"

Margaret screamed. Her lower body trembled....

The room was filled with loud moans and the slurping sounds of Margaret's pussy. A large cloud of pheromones swirled around her.

Robert stopped again. Everything was now moving in super slow motion. He reached down to the base of his cock to check if the condom was still on. His cock slid back inside her once more.

In his desperation, he grabbed her rock-hard clitoris and squeezed it tightly.

Suddenly, Margaret was overcome by primal force.

His glans slowly slid past her G-spot and pressed against it more intensely...

Her vaginal muscles contracted violently. Her clitoris exploded at the same time.

"Robert, don't come, aaaaaaa, ..... I'm coooooooooming... Robert ...

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

A violent impulse surged from deep within her vaginal canal. A wave of sensation overwhelmed her.

She pulled Robert's buttocks hard against her. His cock thrust violently against her uterus as a result.

Her feet, with their red toenails, stretched upward toward the ceiling.

She got a cramp in her thigh. One last moment of madness:

"Roooobert..." "Don't... come... please" ...

Robert saw both her hard nipples on her sagging tits raised to the ceiling like little canons. It was too much.

As Robert thrust against her uterus, Margaret's wave swept over him and the nerve endings at the tip of his penis. He lost it. His pelvic floor contracted, his balls pumped out the semen...

Completely uncontrollably...

He came with full force into the condom...

He arched his upper body upward and screamed...

"Aaaaaa... I'm cumming... Sorry."

He tried to hold it back somehow, but that only made it worse and... hotter..."

He got a cramp in his butt from the effort... The second and third loads from his balls filled the condom.

Robert's intense tension, his desperation, his strength, and the waves coursing through his body--along with the emotions they expressed--made Margaret come again....

She let out a high-pitched moan... "Robert, I'm coming again... Aaaaaaah..."

Margaret felt his cock and the volume of cum pulsing inside her...

She could hardly stand it anymore and tried to pull her pussy away from him.

He almost pulled his cock out of her.

But when he reached the entrance to her vagina, pulling back, they both moaned.

Margaret looked into his eyes and with some vicious madness held him tight there. Instead of finishing, she continued to rub his glans against the entrance to her pussy in very short, quick thrusts, just the glans, and he kept going.

She held onto his butt tightly, in pure ecstasy. It was actually too much for both of them.

Robert had never felt such an ecstasy on his cut cock. He was afraid the full condom would burst, but the additional stimulation from her entrance sent Margaret into another orgasm.

"Rooooobert, again...." It was good there were no neighbors.

Robert also cried out; although he could not come again just yet, his sensations reached a new peak. His cock and ass spasmed. Waves went through his body.

Margaret savored these new waves with one last scream as he pulled out the full condom.

His glans was frozen in shock after this final treatment, and spasmodic sensations coursed throughout his full body.

She was in a state of complete overstimulation and could no longer tolerate any further stimulation.

She pushed his hips away but kept holding on to them.

Robert let himself fall almost brutally, landing his upper body on her sagging breasts, while his chest hair brushed against her nipples.

There was a loud smacking sound as they were both drenched in sweat.

The spasms in various parts of her body subsided...

Margaret wrapped her arms around her fighter and held him tightly.

The final wave washed over Robert; the condom was filled to bursting, and his cock now lay between her legs.

She felt the lingering waves of her last orgasm and shuddered one last time....

Then she let go of his ass...

Margaret regained her composure somewhat.

She smiled, blissful from what she'd just experienced.

She looked at this ecstatic man, completely spent. He smiled faintly...

He got up from the bed so as not to crush her any further with his weight.

He stood over her with a semi-erect cock and a full condom, looking down at her thoroughly fucked pussy after multiple orgasms... He could not say how many, nor could she.

He would never forget this sight...

She licked her red lips.

Then she smiled at him: "Robert: By the way, ... you can come back..."

He replied: "Margaret, I'd love to--I want to fuck you again, elegantly..."

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