Young and Old

PAM AND HER NEIGHBOR. OLDER AND BOLDER.

This is a story of a friend who recounted it to me, and I have written it for her - from her perspective. She emphasised the fact that to her, a fuck and lovemaking are different, and I had to understand her feelings there.

What she did with Peter had no bearing on her love for her husband.

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Pam's story.

I am a woman of 35 years of age. I have three children, the youngest of whom is not yet three.

My husband is a professional who works with his hands and will not attempt anything that may impair the use of his hands.

I have a neighbor, Peter, who is over seventy and retired. He lives across the road and is a friend in need whenever I need a hand to carry out anything physically, as he is extremely fit.

A few months ago, I wanted Peter to help me move a large cupboard.

Between the two of us, we managed to get it into the position I needed in the garage.

In the process, we got very close, and while we were shoulder to shoulder, I got this smell of a man, together with the weird feeling that I wanted to hug and cuddle him. He is that sort of guy.

After we had carried out the move, my pants suddenly got wet with moisture that ran down inside me from sexual sensations. I looked at him in the eye, and I could not believe it when I was overcome with the sensation of wanting to be fucked by him.

I blushed, and I was not sure he noticed.

I am sure he did not have the same sensation.

A few days later, I met him as I was putting the garbage bins out for collection at the same time as he was.

I could not believe I got the same sensation and the same effect. My pants got damp from the sexual feeling I got when my juices ran down.

I asked him if he could help me with a slight problem inside.

Two of my kids were at school and the third one with my parents for the day.

Peter was, as usual, most willing.

As soon as I shut the door behind us, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing my body against him.

I wet my pants again.

He was stunned and tried to pull away, but I was holding him tightly, and the kiss, which was lip to lip, suddenly became tongue to tongue. He resisted for a moment, then reacted as I had wished. He returned the passion in the kiss as I had hoped.

I had him pressed against a wall, so he found it difficult to move

I felt his erection form in his trousers as I pressed my body to him.

We stood still, kissing passionately just inside the door. I whispered

in his ear, "Please, Peter, FUCK ME."

I then maneuvered him into the spare room, which had a single bed.

I forced him down onto the bed and began to tear my clothes off.

I was naked in seconds, then I began to undo his belt as he had not moved, obviously confused.

"Quickly... quickly "... I demanded.

Within a minute, I had him naked and his penis upright.

I looked at his naked and mature body and saw he was fit and firm for his seventy-five years. No tummy and little, if any, fat around the middle and his penis erect, surrounded by his black, thick pubic hair

The sight of him naked further increased my desire to fuck him.

Why I wanted an older man did not enter my head -- I just wanted him.

I looked at his cock; it looked different from James's. It was hard and erect, about seven inches long and curved to the left. It looked great.

His cock was much thicker than James's. It was circumcised and a sun-tanned colour -- not white like James's. The most attractive thing was the huge size of the Pink colored head of it, together with the helmet shape and a small pee hole. It looked beautiful.

James was not circumcised and the purple head on his was smaller than Peter's.

Looking at it got me even wetter. I thought of going down on it, but I decided to fuck him.

I attempted to get on top of him, but he grabbed me and rolled me onto my back on the bed and got between my legs.

He looked down at me and said, "That looks lovely."

I gathered that he was looking at my pubic patch of hair that I maintain in a strip.

James, my husband, likes the look of me that way, and he regularly shapes it for me --using cream and a razor before he fucks me.

My boobs have lost their uplift after feeding three babies but are still quite firm. They haven't started to droop... yet. My nipples were as hard as rocks.

Peter then held my legs apart and put them on his shoulders. Without a moment's hesitation, he took his cock in his hand. I could see the pre-cum leaking out of it; he was already aroused.

He pressed just the head of it into my labia, using his precum to moisten them. He hesitated for a moment before he slowly used his body to press forward and slipped the rest of his cock into my already wet vagina.

I watched as the hard pink head of his cock disappeared into me until I could feel his body pressed against my vulva.

The feeling of him going deeper and deeper up inside me was beautiful. I was so wet it went in easily. My knees were over his shoulders. I used them to grip his body and force his cock as far up into me as I could.

Once he had his cock in as far as it would go, he stopped and looked into my eyes. I returned his stare with a smile. "That feels lovely," I told him.

He was savoring the moment he had not enjoyed for over a year with his wife.

He said nothing, but I could tell from the look on his face that he was enjoying having his cock deep inside me more than I think he realised.

I smiled and silently mouthed 'FUCK ME... FUCK ME HARD.'

He smiled back. I could tell he was happy that I wanted him to continue.

I watched as he remained motionless. I imagined he was adjusting to the feeling of his cock inside me.

I could feel the fullness of his cock head pressing against the walls of my vagina and just touching my cervix. His cock was as deep as he could get it inside me. I was enjoying it, and it was not hurting.

He withdrew his cock until the head was only just inside me and stopped.

I could see his huge balls hanging down in his soft scrotum. I shivered with delight at seeing them and his cock surrounded by his pubic hair before his cock disappeared back into me.

This was fucking at its best. He began slowly. The fact he was as old as he was didn't bother me.

I felt no guilt with Peter; I knew it would have been different if I had been doing it with a man James' age. I would have felt unfaithful then -- I felt elated.

Having begun to fuck me, he didn't waste a second. He began thrusting hard and reasonably fast to begin with, then slowed his actions down to maintain a nice steady rhythm.

I was in seventh heaven.

I looked up at him, holding himself above me, his face reflecting his concentration as he fucked me. This gave me a wonderful feeling of satisfaction. I could tell from the smile on his face that he was enjoying the feeling of his cock inside my warm, wet and firm vagina.

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The feeling of his cock inside me was not like anything I had experienced before. It was by far the thickest cock and had the biggest head on it I had ever seen and felt. I had a few lovers before marriage... boys, and none other than my husband since. None satisfied me much as Peter's cock was doing.

I had never been taken so fast as Peter had done by James in all the years we had been married. James and I had always begun in a slow, seductive manner.

After Peter had been fucking me hard and fast for about two minutes, I came.

It was the fastest orgasm I can remember.

It was something I could not believe. I had never cum that quickly before. It was so intense, and I jerked and grunted with each movement of his cock against my clit.

He recognised the fact that I was cumming. He stopped while I spasmed. He didn't pull it out. When I had settled, he began to fuck me as he had before. He said nothing, but I knew he knew what I was experiencing. It was obvious to me that as an older man, he was only interested in making me feel good. He wasn't just out to please himself.

The after-effect of my orgasm began to make me feel guilty; I had never been fucked by anybody other than my husband since I had married him -- and I love him, and my kids, but nothing like I was experiencing at that moment.

I had never felt the desire for Peter, or anybody else, to fuck me since I had married. This was something I was unable to explain, but something I was not regretting. He was twice my age, and I had no romantic feelings for him apart from the fact that I wanted him to fuck me.

I lay there recovering, and he had said nothing. I used my legs over his shoulders to get comfortable again. He just maintained his rhythm. The feeling of his cock inside me was wonderful. It was thicker than my husband's but about the same length. I didn't have a lot of time to study it, and whether I would in future remain to be seen. My only recollection of it was that it was circumcised and it was a deep brown colour with a big, lovely-shaped head on it. It was his head that I could feel inside me as he thrust and withdrew. It felt wonderful.

We had been fucking for a while. The rush of my seduction of him had passed, and we were now just fucking at a natural pace. I really enjoyed it. I knew he was older than me, and there was no romance in what we were doing. I just wanted him to fuck me. I had no idea why.

I just wanted to be with him naked and be fucked by him. It was better than I had imagined. His cock was bigger, and it felt far better than James's.

This was a bonus as I had no idea how big he was before.

Peter must have read my thoughts.

He is happily married with three kids. He had a wife his own age. Everything had happened so quickly he had not realised where it was all going.

He was now naked on top of a much younger woman doing something that was socially and morally wrong. He had never been guilty of being unfaithful to his wife ever before.

"Pam, are you sure that you really wanted me to do this? I am enjoying it immensely, but I know we shouldn't be doing it. You are so young, a wife and mother. I had no idea you had feelings like this."

I told him I had no idea why I was doing it either. I am not making love to you; I am fucking with you. It was a sensation that overwhelmed me, and I could not resist. I could not explain why, but I assured him I was enjoying doing it more than he would ever realise. My first orgasm was amazing, and I enjoyed every moment, and I hope I have another one before he did.

"What would Jean think if she knew you and I were doing this?" I asked.

"We haven't had sex for over a year; she has lost the desire. She let me for a while just to satisfy me. Now we just don't do it. I masturbate occasionally."

"Peter, I am promising you, if you want it... or need it, I will always allow you to share the pleasure with me. I have not enjoyed being fucked like this since before I married James. He and I make love, not fuck. I love him and always will, as I love my children. He will never know what I have done with you. What I am doing with you is beautiful. I just hope you feel the same. Something I never knew I wanted until today, but I know now if I have my way, this won't be the last time we do this together. Peter, any time you feel that you want or need me to do this with you again, I will be more than willing, but you MUST ask. I will never refuse you. I will be asking you if I feel the desire, so I hope you will feel the same. I don't love you, but I now know there will be times I need you. What I am doing is just wonderful.

I have never enjoyed doing this with anybody other than James; now it's James and you."

He put his head down and kissed me gently on the lips. Not as a lover but as a friend, a very intimate friend. He then sucked on each hard nipple, something James has never done. James has played with my breasts and nipples but never used his mouth on them; that was for my kids to do as I fed them.

I assumed it was something he did with Jean when they made love. I enjoyed it. The feeling of his tongue on my hard, sensitive nipples sent a tingle through my body. It felt far better than babies sucking on them.

I shivered with the feeling of them being sucked. He enjoyed doing it to them and obviously wanted and enjoyed them. The sensation was amazing.

I have never felt like I was feeling as he was fucking me. I should have felt guilty and ashamed, but... I didn't. I felt loved and desired. He was treating me as a woman he was making love to, not a woman he was fucking. I felt he was enjoying it almost as much as I was. Not only was he enjoying himself, but he was also pleasing me, and we were having sex in a way that didn't seem wrong. I could not believe how much I was enjoying having a man his age fuck me. I was not considering his age, only his performance.

He continued to fuck me, and we were enjoying it like I had not enjoyed being fucked before. It was wrong, and I knew it, but I had no regrets.. The feeling I was having with him fucking me and his penis inside me, doing things to me that I should not be doing, was not troubling me. I felt proud I was making him feel good too. No doubt he and I would feel guilty afterwards, but to me, this was as amazing as was the time I lost my virginity.

Again, with an older guy, two years older... not forty. I was eighteen. He was single and experienced. He told me he would ensure that I would have no regrets... I didn't. I will always remember that afternoon with him, as I will the experience I was having with Peter.

For some reason, I could not have asked for anybody better to fuck me. His age was immaterial. His cock was paramount and the man behind it a pure gentleman.

His cock was doing wonderful things inside me; I could feel the head of it rubbing the walls of my vagina. Even after giving birth to three children, my husband had told me often how firm his cock always felt inside and how good it made him feel when we had sex. The feeling I was having with Peter's cock inside me was even better -- it was thicker, and he was using it as well or better than James. I would love Peter to tell James how to fuck me, as he was, distinct from making love.

James and I made love- gentle kissing and touching and kissing my body all over. I hugged and kissed him. We made love.

Peter was fucking me -- just fucking... no lovemaking, and I didn't want love. I just wanted to feel fucked; I wanted to feel a cock inside me; I wanted to cum. I wanted to feel, in some ways, like a whore but not be one. I was naked with another much older man on top and inside me. I was doing something I shouldn't, but I was having the time of my life. Subconsciously, I knew a younger man would not fulfil me as Peter did.

Peter and I had been fucking for about fifteen minutes before he started to cum. "Can I cum inside you? Was that OK? ". He asked quickly. I nodded; I was feeling something myself.

His pace and pressure of his thrust increased. He was making my tits wobble as he fucked me harder. That increased my cumming feeling.

I had another of those moments -- this was something that I could not control or want to.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeply into me. My actions spoke louder than words -- he would not be able to pull out -- he would have to cum inside me.

As I joined my ankles together to hold him into me, I started to cum again. The whole experience was overwhelming. We both jerked and groaned together. I was cumming, and it was a wonderful feeling. He was cumming, and we were both making noises I had never heard before. We were cumming together. It was very, very physical.

We were both being quite vocal. I learned later that his cock had become super sensitive, and it was almost hurting him as he thrust and ejaculated at the same time. I had subconsciously squeezed my Kegels, and this had gripped his cock firmer but not stopped him from thrusting.

I was lying there shaking and jerking with the pleasure of my orgasm as he kept slowly thrusting and cumming, filling me with his semen. My clit was so sensitive. My tummy muscles were contracting, and in spasm, my breathing was hard and fast. It was as if I had just run a mile flat out. I felt as I had never felt before -- and it was wonderful. I had no regrets. The feeling of his cock inside my now highly aroused vagina and against my clitoris was fantastic. I could feel the difference after his cock had filled me with his semen.

I could not believe I was fucking a man twice my age and cumming with him in a way I had never cum with my husband.

He lay on top of me for a couple of minutes as we both regained our breath, etc.

He pulled out. I felt empty. I could no longer feel the fullness of his cock inside me, or the pressure of his body on top of me. I felt his cum begin to leak back out of me.

If I could have, I would have pushed his cock back into me.

He stood up with his cock firm but not hard, wilting and draped over his balls, dripping the last remnants of his semen onto the carpet.

He said -- "You don't have to worry; I have had a vasectomy. Jean insisted after our second boy. "

I laughed and told him. "I am on the pill anyway. I didn't want any more kids. I am trying to convince James to get it nicked. I will have to get him to talk to you. He feels it might affect his manhood. I would love to tell him that it has not affected you, but you know the answer to that."

I took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom where I used a warm wet flannel to wipe his cock clean and clean myself up. We were like a couple of kids having fun. The fact that we were naked and had just had the fuck of our lives seemed immaterial.

Neither of us were considering our age difference -we were as one. I hugged him as a gesture of gratitude.

I held him against me. The feeling of his warm naked skin against mine was lovely. My head on his shoulder.

I kissed him again, using my tongue, and he replied in the same way. It was something I don't believe he had done that way for years, but he hadn't lost touch.

We dressed, and I couldn't tell him enough that I loved what I'd done and had no regrets.

"Please... Peter, do not have any regrets or feel you shouldn't have done what we did. I wanted it and I am proud of the fact I did it with you,

Whether we do it again will have to wait. Having done it once is something positive, and I may want to do it again; only time will tell."

We sat and had a cup of tea. He was not a coffee person. We talked as friends, not lovers.

I saw him to the door. I kissed him on the cheek.

I repeated myself. "Please don't regret what we did or feel bad about what we have done. I wanted it, I did it, and what's more, I enjoyed it more than I can ever convince you. If we do it again -- it will be because I want to." I assured him.

"Go home and dream about me and what we did; it is our secret and one I will never forget or regret."

I closed the door and leaned back against it. I was recalling the memory of his naked body, his erect, hard penis, and the feeling of his body against me. His semen was still leaking from inside me, and I felt proud of the fact that we had done what we did and we both enjoyed it. I walked back into the bedroom to remove the cum stained sheet. The room smelled of sweat and sex. I felt elated. The experience was one I would never forget... or regret. I knew I had done something I shouldn't have done, but I was happy and more than satisfied. I could still feel where his cock had been.

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We never spoke about it for ages. We both knew we had crossed a line we shouldn't have

I saw him in his yard a couple of weeks later and asked whether he would like a cup of tea.

As we sat there chatting, I got that feeling again. I asked he agreed.

That was the second time we fucked. It was casual and satisfying. We never made love -- we fucked.

I could not believe that I enjoyed and wanted a man as old as Peter to fuck me. Making love with James is wonderful and I love him like no other. I don't love Peter I just enjoy being fucked by him, a man twice me age. Old enough to be my father. We both know and admit it is wrong but we have both considered what we are doing and we have decided that we don't want to stop. It is fucking and fucking only but good fucking we both enjoy as a physical pleasure. Not love.

During the next few months, we began to have sex more often -- when I wanted it badly enough. For some reason, almost immediately after my period. When James fucked or made love to me. He was a completely different man to Pater.

I liked it with Peter, and he enjoyed it with me. He never asked but I knew when he wanted it and if I could I gave it to him. I enjoyed it too.

After a few fuck sessions, we were enjoying it more. it had become fun. Naughty but nice.

We talked, we laughed, and I found out he had never had his cock sucked.

I talked him into letting me do it for him. It was something I did with James often.

It was the first time for him, and I swallowed his cum, which surprised him. It soon became a regular part of our playtime, but I never asked him to go down on me -- that was something James and I kept to ourselves.

I had become Peter's whore.

Neither James nor Jean are aware of our naughty times together, but we love it.

I cannot believe I enjoy, in my own way, and have sex with a man -- not my husband or father to my kids -- but a man twice my age who fucks me beautifully and treats me like an angel.

Let there be no doubt... I love my husband like no other. Peter is just a fuck buddy.

I have to admit I look forward to getting the feelings I need to go with Peter. He has accepted the fact that I love it with him and has no hesitation now in asking or agreeing to go with me.

He is like a teenager again and is willing to try different ways of having intercourse if I suggest it. I enjoy seeing the expression on his face when he cums into me. It is a look of delight and satisfaction. As I have told him it's a sign of a job well done and done well.

I enjoy being with an older gentleman and his beautiful cock. He is always a gentleman with me and fucks me the way I enjoy being fucked. A perfect arrangement.

He commented recently after we had a good doggy fuck - I think we are both enjoying it a bit more lately.

I smiled - if he only knew.

To the older men who read this, thank you for reading it. Enjoy a good wank. I won't know, but I am sure you will think of me. Older and Bolder are better.