Work Comes Second, She Cums First.

If anyone had told him a week earlier that he would wake up in bed with a woman eleven years older than him, John Coulsen would have laughed in their face, so unlikely did such an occurrence seem to him. After all, from his own limited experience, most thirty year old women would already have a husband or partner several years older than them in their bed, as certainly was the case with Sandra, who had recently separated from her thirty-seven-year-old husband after nine years of indifferent marriage.

It all started when one of the women at the bank where he worked invited him and twenty or so other work colleagues to her fiftieth birthday party at her house one Saturday night in June.

Sandra was also one of those invited, and, like him, was now unattached, and so when he offered to pick her up from the house she used to share from her husband, she readily accepted.

'I'll be grateful for the company,' she had told him, 'I always hate arriving on my own at these sorts of things, and as most of the others invited are married couples, I'd stick out like a sore thumb, as I'm still getting used to being single again.'

Despite their age difference, John and Sandra had become quite pally as they had both joined the bank on the same day, just over a year earlier. They had done their week's induction together and soon found themselves working in the same department. Their friendship duly blossomed even if their colleagues did used to joke that she was like a second 'mum' to him.

When they arrived at the party, which included a barbecue in the large and well-manicured garden, Sandra and John were the only singletons, and within a minute or so their arrival, Sandra joked to him 'I'm afraid you're lumbered with me for the evening'.

Actually, John rather liked the idea. What nineteen-year-old young man wouldn't, he thought to himself. When he had collected Sandra from her house he had been stunned by her appearance, and for the first time had realised just how beautiful she was, with her long blond hair matched by her long and very shapely legs. If only I was ten years older he had said to himself, I'd fancy my chances then.

As the evening wore on, the pair seemed to get closer and John was glad that he had plucked up the courage to offer her a lift to the party. As it turned out, he was by far the youngest there, and had he not accompanied Sandra, he would have been the one who stuck out like a sore thumb, as he had broken up with his girlfriend a month earlier and all the other girls he knew were either unsuitable or in steady relationships.

And, to make matters worse, he hadn't had sex for over a month.

As the evening wore on, several couples began to dance along to the music system which had been set up in the garden and it wasn't long before Sandra grabbed his arm and cajoled him to join those already on the makeshift dance floor.

'Enjoying yourself?' she asked during one of the slower tunes.

'Yes, it's not bad,' he replied. 'How about you, are you enjoying it?'

'It's not too bad. Too many old fogeys for my liking.'

Just at that moment a really slow tune began and Sandra put her hand out and pulled him towards her so their bodies were pressed together fairly tightly. It was a warm night, and both were in fairly lightweight clothes, he in a short-sleeved shirt and cotton trousers, she in a short cotton dress which showed her figure up admirably.

After a minute or so of dancing to Whitney Houston's 'Saving All My Love for You', he realised that their closeness was having an effect on him - his penis was beginning to get erect. Surely she would notice this?

He tried to pull himself gently away from her to save himself from any real embarrassment, only for Sandra to pull him back into her, this time even tighter than before.

She leaned over so she could whisper in his ear.

'Don't worry about your erection; I'm really enjoying it pressing against me. It's just at the right height. And I take it as a real compliment, as it's making me feel more than a little horny. It's ages since I made anyone other than my prick of a husband get a hard-on. What say we make our excuses and find a nice little pub somewhere? You aren't expected home yet are you?'

'No,' he replied, 'my parents are away on holiday, so I've only got an empty house to go home to.'

'Well, that's settled then, come on,' she said, grabbing his hand and looking for their hosts so they could say their goodbyes.

By the time they got back to his car, Sandra had had second thoughts about finding a pub, and these thoughts were making her even hornier than the ones she had had at the party.

Why go to a pub when I've got a nice empty house with a large empty bed waiting for me, she thought to herself, and a handsome young man with a nineteen-year-old cock ready to keep me company. It was then that she decided she was going to let him fuck her. Hopefully she could then ring her louse of a husband in the morning to tell him she had just been fucked silly by a nineteen-year-old with a large cock!

'Why don't we go back to my house. I've got plenty to drink there, and I'm sure I can find some better music to listen to. What do you reckon?'

'That sounds good to me,' he replied, trying his best not to sound too eager or excited. He even began to wonder, and hope, that she might have an ulterior motive behind her suggestion.

Within half an hour they were back at Sandra's house, a modern three-bed semi-detached property, enjoying a drink, she with a glass of wine, he with a glass of lemonade as he was driving.

After a few minutes talking about the party, Sandra came up with a suggestion that would change John's life.

'I've been thinking,' she started, 'why don't you stay the night? It'll mean you can have something alcoholic to drink rather than a soft drink. What do you say?'

'I'd love to,' he replied, a little shell-shocked. 'I'll have a glass of wine, please.'

When she had poured out the wine, she handed it to him and sat down beside him on the sofa.

'I'll tell you something,' she started, 'I didn't shed a tear when my husband left; I just said to myself that today is the first day of the rest of my life. He is a selfish person, selfish in life generally, and very selfish in bed, and I knew I would be better off without him.'

'I want you to stay tonight because I want you to make love to me. You are a really good looking young man, and I fancy you something rotten. Would you like to make love to me, John, not just once, but several times tonight? From what I felt at the party, you have all the right equipment to satisfy me.'

'I'd love to, very much,' he replied, overwhelmed by the fact that someone so beautiful and so much older than him should want him in her bed.

She took his hand.

'I want to feel your big cock inside me as you fuck me hard and when you're ready I want you to shoot inside me and pump your cum deep into my cunt.' she whispered into his ear.

That left him in no doubt, but he was even more stunned than before. Stunned by the fact that she was asking him to make love to her, and stunned by the language she used. To say that he was turned on by her on both counts was a gross understatement. His cock was quick to react and was already almost fully erect.

And then he remembered. He was used to carrying condoms when he was out on a date with his now ex-girlfriend. But, understandably, he hadn't brought any with him to the party. The last thing he expected was that he would end up shagging his work colleague.

'I don't have any condoms,' he told her, 'should I pop out and see if I can get some?'

'You don't have to worry about that,' she replied, smiling, 'I'm on the pill so you can fuck me bareback.'

Her use of the words 'fuck' and 'bareback' in the same sentence sent his erection from semi-hard to rock hard in seconds.

'You do know what bareback means don't you?' she asked softly.

'Yes, but I've always worn a condom, I've never done it without one,' he answered, his voice quivering slightly with excitement.

'Then you're in for a lovely surprise,' she replied, 'there's no better feeling than being fucked without a condom. And I just love the feeling of a man's semen hitting the back of my cunt when he cums inside me.'

Taking his hand, they stood up and began to kiss each other gently.

'Let's go to my bedroom,' she said, and led him upstairs, where they continued to kiss.

In no time at all, their tongues became entwined, by which time they were cuddling as they kissed. Sandra suddenly broke free and turned off the main overhead light in favour of just one of the bedside lights.

'Remember, what happens between us tonight must remain our little secret. I don't think either of us wants everybody at work knowing that we are fucking each other.'

He nodded, and at her bidding, took off his short sleeve shirt, and then his socks, revealing a firm chest and stomach, leaving him in just his trousers and his pants.

It was her turn and she unzipped her dress before stepping out, revealing just the briefest of panties. Now in a bra and knickers, he had a proper view of the body he would soon be enjoying, on which there was not the slightest hint of any fat. He could see her nipples were erect beneath the bra, and that she had legs that would not look out of place on a catwalk model.

'Your turn again,' she whispered.

As he pulled his trousers down, she gasped to see his cock fighting against the material of his y-fronts, her best guess that his erection could be at least seven or eight inches long. Apart from his pants, he was now naked.

She held out her arms and they hugged, and kissed for a couple of minutes, his erection pressing against her stomach. She so wanted him inside her; soon, but not quite yet.

'My turn,' she said softly, stepping back a pace, before unhooking her bra, which she let fall to the floor. He now had an unrestricted view of her firm breasts, with both nipples hard and projecting like organ stops. Unable to control himself, he reached forward and held both breasts with the palms of each hand, making circular movements on each nipple, his cock now so desperate to be uncloaked and unfettered.

After a minute or so, Sandra stepped back a couple of paces, and whispered, 'Let's take our pants off together.'

As both garments hit the floor, their eyes were drawn like magnets to the areas previously covered; she marvelling at the length and width of his uncircumcised cock, he fixating on the complete lack of hair covering her pussy, a pussy that appeared to be glistening in the dim light.

They came together again and kissed with unbridled passion, as she put her hand on his erection, and he gently parted her outer labia lips, realising the glistening was due to how wet she had become in such a short time. She must be really turned on and very horny, he mused.

'Shall we go down on each other,' she asked quietly, 'or would you like to fuck me first?'

'I'd like to fuck you first,' he replied. 'I can't wait to be inside you without wearing a condom.'

She took him by the hand and led him to the bed. It was a warm summer night, so she pulled back the covers and let them fall to the floor, so they would fuck with just the pillows and the under-sheet on the bed.

They lay down together and began to kiss again, their hands exploring each others bodies, she gently wanking his cock, he finger fucking her with two fingers deep inside her pussy.

'Can I put your cock in my mouth for just a minute or so?' she asked, limiting the time to sixty seconds as she was a little concerned he might cum in her mouth, and she wanted the first load of his warm, milky semen to be shot deep into her pussy.

He nodded, 'I've had my cock kissed and licked, but it's never been in someone's mouth before.'

She took his erection in her right hand, and slowly went down on him, stopping when the first three inches were in her mouth, then continuing until the full length was close to her tonsils. She then sucked him off a dozen times before coming off him.

'Did you like that?' she enquired.

'That was unreal. Perhaps you could do it for a bit longer later on?' he asked.

'I'll give you a proper blow job later and you can cum in my mouth,' she promised. 'You taste lovely, by the way,' she added.

She knew he would be ready to fuck her soon. She couldn't wait to have his nineteen-year-old cock inside her. It would be a treat for both of them.

'Do you have a favourite position?' she asked.

'I've only ever done it with me on top,' he replied.

'I love your honesty,' she told him, 'It's refreshing and I find it a real turn-on. You can start off on top of me, but I want to ride your lovely cock, so when you cum you will be on your back, and you'll be shooting all your semen up into my cunt.'

They continued to kiss with John occasionally breaking off to suck Sandra's nipples, and, with her encouragement to be a little more adventurous, he put his head between her legs and kissed her pussy, becoming temporarily intoxicated with the sweet smell of her pussy juices.

'You can put your cock inside me now,' she whispered, the exact words he had been longing to hear since he first set his eyes on her moist and inviting pussy.

He rolled on top of her and, with his right hand holding his erection, he gently guided it towards her entrance, stopping to rub it against her outer labia, before continuing on. Her moistness made the journey both easy and breathtaking, and for the first time in his life he had entered a woman without the obstruction of a condom, and when, finally, every millimetre of his cock was deep inside her, he let out a breath of satisfaction and began to kiss her passionately, before, very slowly, beginning to fuck her.

'Do you like fucking me?' she whispered.

'I love it,' he replied.

'Do you like fucking me bareback?' she asked softly.

'I love fucking you bareback,' he replied, 'it's the best I've ever felt when inside a girl,' he added.

'And when you shoot your load inside me, where will you be cumming?'

'I'll be cumming in your cunt, Sandra,' he answered, thrusting into her a little harder after each question.

'I love it when you talk dirty Sandra; my cock can't wait to spurt inside you,' he told her.

'But not yet,' she said.

'But not yet,' he agreed.

As he fucked her, he felt her hand between her legs, gently working her clit, and felt the muscles of her vagina slowly clenching his cock when it was inside her at its deepest, clenching him as if she never wanted to let him go.

They fucked for several minutes, his thrusts gradually becoming quicker, stronger, harder. He knew he had to hold on for as long as possible to make their respective orgasms stronger and deeper.

'I want to ride you now,' she whispered. 'Come out of me, and lie on your back,' she instructed him.

Within seconds, he was in position, his hand on his erection so it pointed up towards the ceiling. Standing over him, Sandra gently lowered herself down until she felt his cock touch her outer lips.

'Let go of your prick,' she whispered, as she lowered herself down even further, impaling her cunt on his cock until John saw it disappear from his sight, and, with her knees either side of his hips, and her hands now resting on his chest, she began to ride him, sometimes bouncing up and down, other times rocking backwards and forwards and occasionally grinding her pussy into his balls and pubic mound.

He would hold on to her hips, then her arms, and more often than not, play with her tits and her nipples; all the time it felt like she was fucking him, and not the other way round. He had never felt this close to a woman before, and he realised that he wouldn't be able to last much longer. She would later tell him how well he had done to hold on so long.

Sensing this, Sandra began to increase the speed with which she was bouncing up and down on his cock, encouraging him to thrust upwards at the same speed, as hard as he could.

'When did you last have a fuck?' she asked him, beginning to pant.

'Last month,' he replied, beginning to feel his orgasm build.

'And did you have a wank last night?'

'No,' he answered, 'why do you ask?'

'If you've not cum for several days, at your age you should have a good amount of semen to shoot into my cunt,' she replied, picking up the pace and riding his cock hard and fast, her own orgasm now building rapidly.

'I'm sorry, but I'm cumming,' he said, having done everything he could to hold on, but knew he had gone past the point of no return.

'Don't worry,' she replied, 'so am I. Just shoot inside me now.'

Doing as he was told, and doing what nature intended, he shot his first strands of cum hard up into her pussy. The feeling was indescribable, as was the joy he felt in cumming so hard into the cunt of the gorgeous woman he had been fucking for the past fifteen minutes. He felt so privileged.

'Fucking hell,' she cried out in ecstasy as that first spurt of semen hit the back of her pussy like a pressure washer.

She was right about the amount of cum stored up in his balls as he shot spurt after spurt into her, and as she looked down at him with a mixture of lust and love in her eyes, she saw the big smile on his face as his cock continued to pump away.

'I think you enjoyed that,' she said, as her orgasm began to subside, 'I certainly did.'

'That was the best fuck I've ever had,' he replied, 'you are a very special person, Sandra, and I can't wait to screw you again.'

'You'll screw me many more times before this night's over,' she promised him.

She slowly eased herself off his cock, feeling some of his cum begin to dribble from her pussy, landing on his stomach. She reached down and was surprised that his prick still seemed hard.

Kneeling beside him, she bent over and took him in her mouth again, licking him and swallowing all the juices that she found on his cock from the head to the base of his shaft.

'God, you do taste lovely,' she whispered, 'and you are still nice and hard. How long before you are ready to go again?' she added.

'I don't know, it's never happened to me before,' he replied honestly.

'Well, you're getting me horny again,' she replied with equal honesty.

She took his cock in her mouth again and began to suck the head, whilst she fondled his balls. After a couple of minutes, with his cock now erect and as hard as it could be, she came off him, gave his balls a quick suck and a lick, before whispering, 'I'm ready to go again, fuck me now John, fuck my cunt as hard as you can.'

She realised that he would be back inside her less than fifteen minutes after shooting his first cum inside her. No one had ever recovered as quickly as John had. If he can keep this up, I'm in for a special night, she thought to herself.

'No one has ever fucked me for a second time so soon after the first time,' she told him quietly as he was just about to enter her. 'The chances are you will be able to last much longer the second time around.'

'How many men have fucked you, Sandra?' he asked, with the head of his cock now back inside her.

'You are the ninth and up there with the best,' she told him as he began to slowly fuck her, his erection having fully completed its journey to the depths of her now very wet cunt.

'How about you, how many girls have you fucked?'

'You are just my second,' he replied, shyly, slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts. 'And you are so much better than my ex, that I now feel she did me a favour in dumping me. I now realise that when I fucked her, it was just a fuck. When I'm fucking you, Sandra, like I am right now, I feel like we are making love. Being inside you is a privilege. Being inside her was just an act of lust. Thank you so much for treating me like I am someone special.'

'You are someone very special John,' she said as she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him into her everytime he thrust forward, enjoying every second of being fucked by him again.

They continued like this for almost 10 minutes, until she carefully manoeuvred him into the lotus position. Her fourth lover had been in his early forties, and during their three months together he had fucked her in more ways than she could remember, the lotus position being one of those that had become a favourite of theirs due to its intimacy. After fucking in the lotus for another ten minutes, she sensed he might not last too much longer.

She lay on her back and lifted her hips so he could put a pillow beneath her while he knelt between her legs, the angle created putting intense pressure on her G-spot.

He took hold of her hips and thrust deep inside her with strong deliberate strokes.

'You are a very quick learner John, ' she whispered, 'you certainly know how to fuck.'

'You are a great teacher,' he replied, 'but I think I need to cum soon.'

'Cum whenever you want,' she replied, 'I need to feel your sperm in my cunt.'

'I'm cumming, Sandra,' he cried out, and as he shot his warm milky fluid deep inside her, he knew she was cumming too as her vaginal muscles rhythmically clenched his dick, draining his balls dry.

In all, they fucked three more times that night, and early on Sunday morning she gave him the blow job she had promised him.

This was to be the start of a special relationship.

After he left, ready to return later that Sunday afternoon, she thought about making that call to her estranged husband, but decided against it.

She wanted to keep her relationship with John a secret for the time being, as she sensed it could develop into more than just being friends with benefits.

TO BE CONTINUED........