After he wakes

Looking at Calvin laying next to me sleeping.
I still couldn't believe I did the things I did with him last night.

I know why I did them.

But, damned.

He didn't have to make me want to do them so badly.

Calvin had been asking me out for months.

I always made up an excuse not to go.

It's not that he ever made a sexual innuendo or was pushy.
He was a complete gentleman about it.

He's nineteen.

A nineteen-year-old boy made love to me in was my husband never dreamed of.

And ge had control.
A lot of control.

I figured he would nut and be done for a little bit.

Then we go for the long hull.

I was just hoping to get a good twenty minutes out of him.

That didn't happen.

Calvin did me all night long.

I came more than I ever had in my life.

Calvin didn't do anything that I heard my friends say happened to them.

There was no blowjob and continuing to blow him to get him hard again.

Calvin stayed hard after I swallowed his load.

And his intensity was out of this world.

There was no doubt, I was the only woman on his mind.

He was rough and violent.

He was direct and dedicated.

He ate my pussy for his pleasure.

I never had I had my pussy eaten the way, Calvin ate me.

Jesus Christ can he eat pussy.

I was quivering and begging him to stop.

Every time I came.
He devoured my honey, sticking his tongue deep inside my hole and licking out every ounce of my nectar he could.

I finally had to push him off me.

I thought I might have a heart attack or something if I didn't.

Calvin also has a very, very nice thick cock that is over seven inches long.
I'm not sure about the thickness.
But, I know I couldn't make my fingers touch when I wrapped my hand around him.

Calvin didn't just mount me and bang away at my pussy either.

He used my body.

The fucker wanted to watch me cum.

I mean Jesus.

He looked me directly in the eye as he worked his cock in and out of my boiling hole as I withered beneath him speaking his hard shaft and hairless nuts.

He also knew how to make me want him.

He did things to me, in ways I never dreamed of.

The way he used his prick was unreal.

I forget how many times I came.

But, I know for fact.
I orgasmed harder than I ever have in my life four times before Calvin looked me deep in my brown eyes and pushed his hard young cock as deep as he could into me and emptied his large nuts.

I figured he was done.

I mean Christ.
He had been fucking me for at least an hour.

But, I was wrong.

When I finally pushed him off me.
Calvin pulled my chubby body to him and buried his head between my legs and started in on me with that devilish tongue of his.

No man has ever gone down on me after he came in me.

Ever!

Two more crying orgasms and I had no choice but to escape.

I couldn't take it anymore.
I needed a break.
I thought.
Well, I didn't know what to think.
I couldn't.
I was shaking and quivering so badly, my muscles were starting to hurt.

After Calvin brought me some water.
He climbed into bed next to me and pulled me close to him and just held me.

This was an intimacy I was not used to.

My husband never just held me.

I could feel nothing was underlying in the way Calvin held me.

He was holding me with a full heart enjoying my chubby body next to his.

I have to admit it.
It made me horny and made me want him inside me.

After I don't know how long of him holding me.

I started wiggling my big 42" ass into his young prick till he was hard again.

Which took less than a minute.

I reached back between us and guided his hard prick into my greedy pussy.

Slow and gently Calvin pumped into my greedy wet hole as he held me and kissed me enjoying my mature body.

He didn't rush or force anything.

It was a constant gentle thrust as I melted into him.

After I came two more times, I took Calvin to the shower.

There it was my turn.
I fucked and sucked him till the water went cold.

It amazed me how he stayed hard for so long.
I didn't believe a man could have a hard-on that long.

I was leaning against the kitchen cabinets kissing Calvin holding him right whimpering in pleasure when I came again.

Calvin brought me to orgasm in the living room.

I had my legs splayed over the side of the chair intently watching Calvin's large cock piston in and out of my stretched-out forty-two-year-old pussy, when an earth-shaking orgasm ripped through my chubby body forcing me to start convulsing.

I ended up curled up in a ball on the floor.

Calvin shows me little mercy this time.

Getting down on the floor with me.

He pushed my knees into my chest as I lay on my side and started lapping at my oozing slit and asshole.

Once I recovered enough to quit shaking.

I spread my legs with one in the air giving him better access to my pussy and pulled him to me and started sucking him off.

I sucked him like a cock starved whore.

Calvin started ramming his tongue in my asshole.

Unlike eating my pussy.

Calvin wasn't gentle when it came to eating my asshole.

Rough and hard was the way he ate my asshole as I violently sucked him off.

My desires finally took control.

Pushing Calvin off me.

I over to my chair and put my head on the seat.
Arching my back.
I wiggled my big ass impatiently at Calvin.

He went for my pussy hole.

But, I stopped that.

Calvin took the hint.

Leaning in.
He gave my needy asshole a good swabbing, then spat on it.

White knuckling the chair.

I pushed my bug ass back at Calvin's god of a prick as he intently pushes into my guts.

Twice more Calvin spat on his cock as it disappeared into my guts.

Big-eyed and locked jaw.

I looked over my shoulder at Calvin locking eyes with him as he pumped away at my asshole.

Calvin knew when it was time to cum by the desperate need in my eyes.

With a hand full of my blonde hair.

Calvin pulled my head back.
Pushed down on my lower back and shoved the entire length of his big prick into my guts and erupted with a deep, gruntle roar.

Once Calvin's prick quit pulsing and twitching he started pumping into my stretched-out asshole again and continued till my body finally gave out and I collapsed underneath him.

For a long time, we just lay there catching our breath and gathering our wits.

This time in the shower, Calvin washed me.

Holding me against the shower wall with my hands above my head.
Calvin deeply kissed me as he used his fingers to get me off.

After our shower, Calvin dried me off and then carried me to my bedroom.

Sitting me on the bench at the end of my bed.

He changed the sheets and made the bed.

Then he picked me up and laid me in bed.

For a moment I thought he was going to leave me.

So, I scooted over and held open the covers inviting him in.

Smiling.
Calvin climbed into bed next to me.

Facing him.
I pulled him to me and started kissing him deeply and passionately.

I was worn out and my body ached. My asshole was sore.

But, I still wanted him.

I wanted his dick in me one last time before I went to sleep.

Pulling Calvin over on top of me.

I made out with his as he worked his big cock in and out of my mature pussy until he pumped me full of his young seed.

I want to wake him.
But, I want to watch him sleep.

He is content and happy.

I'm content and happy.

It has been two years since my husband has passed away.

It has been two years since I've been with a man.

It has never happened to me to have a man fuck me with such passion and intensity.

My husband never made me feel the way Calvin did.

But, then again.
My husband never ate my posts after he came in me either.

I don't want Calvin to go and I'm not worried about what my friends will say.

When he wakes and after I fuck him.

We will talk.

One way or another.
I'm getting myself some more of that dick.