4 comments/ 32158 views/ 1 favorites Annie Dances Again By: mjar65 For new readers, let me explain that I am in my late thirties, very happy in a long-term relationship, of Chinese heritage, slender but strong from staying active. John and I have a great sex life and we also love to try all sorts of sexual adventures. Sometimes I play away from home and sometimes John likes to write up the stories for me. This is one of those occasions – I told him everything that happened and he insisted on sharing it with you all. Naturally it has a few of John's embellishments but I am sure you won't mind too much. John and I have a great sex life and from time-to-time that includes other people. Actually, its more common for John to be fucking someone else. He has a 'regular' submissive he likes to play with on occasions when I am visiting my family or out having fun with my girl friends. A few weeks back I realised I'd not had any 'excitement' of my own for some time. John immediately started planning something new for me. You'll be able to read about that in another story. But he also came up with a short-term plan for something that would tide me over till our next big play date could be organised. The very next Saturday night I was scheduled to go out with the women from my martial arts class. It was a semi-regular event where we'd go out for dinner and a few drinks and then a long night of dancing. I am far and away the oldest in the group but when it comes to dancing into the small hours I can keep up with the lot of them. John quickly told me of his other plan for me that night. It was a simple plan - he wanted me to end the night being fucked by some good looking stranger! It wasn't quite that simple, of course. John's idea was that I would spot a sexy guy on the dance floor, preferably Chinese and young, and flirt with him just long enough to have him ask me to go back to his place. Then I'd show him a thing or two about fucking and sucking and make sure he serviced me properly. It sounded like a fine plan except for two small details. My experience is that obtaining good sex from strangers is very hit and miss. Young guys even more so. The second problem was that I wasn't at all sure I wanted to do this on a 'girls night out'. I try very hard to keep my sex life a secret from my friends. John's plan carried the considerable risk that I'd be spotted. At the very least I'd need to have a convincing explanation for leaving the club early! Still, John was insistent and its true I hardly needed much encouragement. And so it was that last Saturday night I got myself all dressed up and went out looking for a new dick to enjoy. John helped me get ready. I selected one of favourite black skirts. He selected a pair of my lacy panties. A 'fuller' pair of knickers was in order because I was still really bushy down there at that point. John had insisted I keep all my pubes for the time being. I selected a matching bra – padded to give the impression I have something in my shirt and also to help hide my long, chocolate nipples. Then John helped me select a sheer black shirt to top off the ensemble. All I needed was my favourite dancing shoes and I was ready! As always happens when John helps to prepare me for a night out, I ended up feeling a little excited and naughty. There was a chance I'd come up empty-handed. But the idea of illicit sex, of slipping away from my friends with a strange dick, was making me feel very excited. I left the house already damp. Dinner was great and two of my younger friends commented on how 'great' I looked. I'd dressed so as to attract attention. I was keenly aware of all the men around us, constantly expecting to spot one of them eyeing me off. I was eager and alive to any chance of spotting a new sexy man who would take me back to his place. I knew I needed to calm down because my plan, John's plan, was only going to succeed if I was able to sneak away in the dark later on. Everyone had a couple of drinks but I was careful to watch my intake. I'm not much of a drinker anyway and I knew I needed to keep my wits about me for later in the night. Then we hit our favourite club. The night was fun, the music loud and the dancing very energetic. But I was a bit distracted. After all, I had a mission. In a place like that there was plenty of talent. Dancing is always a very sexual thing for me. I regret that John doesn't share my passion. Except that on this night his absence suddenly seemed like a huge bonus. I was getting my fair share of looks from some of the men as they waited at the bar. I soon realised how easy this would be. Its been some years now since I picked up in a club – or, more accurately, allowed myself to be picked up. It has rarely been required since I met John and he's shown me better ways of getting great sex more reliably. But after I'd had a few quite long looks from a couple of younger guys I began to think that John's plan might work. He'd been very insistent that I should find a younger man that night. I knew he had an agenda of his own. But I was excited by the idea that instead of waiting to be chosen I would be the one with the choice. Back at his place I would direct the action. I would insist on him fucking me properly. Thinking about it like that made my panties damp all over again. I'd gone out to dance a few times already when I decided the time had come – I either made a choice or gave up and went home to have John fuck me into the small hours. I'd mingled a little with the crowd on the dance floor, trying to be discreet while I totted up my short list of 'possibles'. There was one guy that seemed happy to be watching me. I caught him looking and smiled. Later he caught me looking and he smiled at me. He had to be in his twenties. I decided that he was the one. I waited for some space between him and his friends and managed to get close to him. I tried my best not to look nervous. The whole point was for me to be in control. I smiled my best smile and he smiled back, a nice soft smile that made me think he wasn't too cocky. 'Hi,' I said in his direction. 'You seem to have plenty of friends.' I nodded over at some of the group nearby. 'Do you want to come and dance with us?' 'No. I'm with my girl friends. But I might not stay much longer. How about you?' There wasn't a lot of time for small talk. We danced a little and really couldn't find much else to say. After a few more looks and smiles I decided it was now or never. I took the plunge and tried to hook my quarry. 'I need someone to take me home.' 'Where do you live?' Did that mean he was interested? 'No, not to my place. I want to go somewhere else.' I felt incredibly awkward. I was sure this was the classic 'cougar' gambit and that's not how I felt at all. 'You're asking me to take you back to my place?' So he was interested! Now I realised the real flaw in John's plan. He was a young guy. He probably had a girlfriend. Even more likely he lived with his parents. I wasn't about to climb in and out of a window to avoid someone's mother. I remembered what that was like! 'My husband is at my house,' I said to him, hoping he'd get the point without being scared off. I saw the look of surprise on his face. Then I saw him relax and break into a big smile. He was hooked! I was relieved and excited at the same time. 'My apartment is good,' he replied, still giving me that smile. He'd answered both concerns – no parents and no girlfriend to come screaming out of the darkness inside the club. 'Your car? Meet me outside in about twenty minutes.' I needed some time to make my excuses to the rest of my group. A short while later I was standing outside in the cool air. I was also feeling a little shaky. I'd had to tell a lie to my friends and I was feeling bad about that. On top of that it was years since I'd put myself in this situation – not exactly like this, I reminded myself, but close enough to make me nervous. Then I saw him and his lovely smile. He was Chinese just as John had wanted. He was a little shorter than John and smaller. But I could see he worked out, his tight shirt showed off his nice pecs and his biceps. And there was an intricate tattoo that wrapped around his left arm. I wondered whether he was a competent lover. I knew I was going to find out and suddenly I could feel my heart pumping in my chest. We climbed into his new blue Subaru and drove away with my hand resting on his upper thigh. It turned out he'd only recently started work as an engineer and had moved into his own place as soon as he could. Its easier for boys, especially when the parents are Chinese. He told me his name was Tony and that he was 24! I almost gasped out loud. I knew he was young but I'd expected something closer to thirty. I felt wicked and thrilled at the same time. John was sure to be impressed. I just hoped that Tony wouldn't ask about my age. I kept my hand on his thigh to buy his silence. It was too late to back out now. I made him stop on the way home for condoms. I felt deliciously naughty sitting in this strange car as a strange young man went inside the petrol station shop on a mission to secure my permission to fuck me. Is this part of the thrill for women who are 'cougars'? I was glad for the tinted windows, though. As we drove off I put my hand back on his leg. He was loosening up and he threw me another smile, more of a confident grin. Maybe the side trip to get the condoms had given him some extra courage. I thought about slipping my hand down to his dick to see how much courage. But I decided it was better to let him concentrate on driving. I didn't pay much attention to his building. We just went straight up in the lift to his apartment. He held my hand once the doors closed. It was a nice gesture. Clearly he wanted me and whatever I was offering. I knew what I wanted. My pussy was hot and my panties were soaked. The first order of business would be to get us both naked. Once we were inside Tony moved closer, wanting to kiss me. Some real physical contact! It felt great. I gladly responded, getting even wetter as I felt his arms wrap around me. His body was taut and warm. He was a good kisser as well, better than you might expect for a young man. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Even better, I could feel the hardness of his dick through his jeans. He was a lot younger, too young. I was going to have him anyway. I felt nothing like guilt. I didn't care. I was horny and knew I was going to go through with my plan. We stayed there inside his door for several minutes, holding one another and rubbing our hands on the other's back. I felt a little sweaty from the dancing but there was no way I was going to break my spell by stopping to shower. Tony didn't seem to mind. He seemed to be taking things in his stride. He was nice and I knew I wanted to make the night as memorable for him as it would be for me. 'Would you like a drink or something,' he asked me softly. I think he was trying to be a good host, trying to work out his role now that he'd brought home this eager older woman. 'Not yet.' I whispered back. Actually, I was enjoying the way he was holding me – close but not too hard. The lump in his jeans was firm against my tummy. I imagine he felt as sure as I did that we were soon gong to be naked and fucking madly. After a few seconds he slipped one hand down to my bottom. Who needed romance? He kind of held one cheek rather than squeezing me. I hadn't noticed him checking out my bum but perhaps it was just his idea of foreplay. I knew my bum would match any of the young women he'd had before. Would I like a drink? 'Take me to bed,' I whispered to him. The apartment obviously belonged to a young, single male. The bedroom was quite sparse. Tony was clued-up enough to turn on the bedside lamp rather than the main light. I'd enjoyed his first touch of me. I wanted to touch him some. I helped myself to a seat on the edge of his bed and before he could bend down to try kissing me again I was pulling at the belt on his jeans. I couldn't recall the last time I had done that with a man other than my John. I knew for sure I'd never done it with the men I used to let take me home from the clubs. But this night was different. I was horny, I was confident, I was in control. I only had a few hours before I headed home to John so I was determined to make the most of my new, young lover. His jeans were tight so I had a small struggle with the button. Tony looked surprised but quickly got the idea and began unbuttoning his shirt. After that minor fuss I was drawing the zipper on his jeans down. I heard Tony mutter something under his breath – now he knew what to expect. This older woman wanted some serious sex play. As soon as his fly was fully open I grabbed the pockets of his jeans, made sure I got good handfuls of material and used my small weight to force his jeans and his underwear down past his hips. My reward was instant as his long, semi hard dick fell out in front of my face. I am sure that I moaned aloud when that happened. A thrill ran through my entire body. Without waiting I took it into my hand. It was warm and felt nicely solid. He didn't look too thick but I wasn't going to complain. On this night, at least, the real test would be whether the young man knew how to use it. Tony was uncut, like most Chinese men. I slowly stroked my hand along his length, working to the base so as to pull back the foreskin and reveal his little helmet to me. He actually groaned as I did that. I wondered about his stamina. It wouldn't do to have him cum too quickly. His dick looked nice and felt good. It was getting harder as I held it. I knew I would enjoy taking it into my mouth. I used to resist doing that. But on this night it was my gift to give and my pleasure to take. His balls were tight underneath him, covered in a thin coat of wispy hairs. No matter – I had my own thick bush that he would discover soon enough. Tony seemed to have similar ideas to me and didn't want to wait to get his hands on my body. He leaned over me and started tugging at my shirt. I knew where this was going and had no intention of resisting. So I released his lovely dick and let him pull me to my feet. There was another nice kiss and this time he put both hands on my bum. He was pulling at my skirt, trying to lift it up to give himself access. 'Undo me,' I whispered to him and we began to pull at one another's clothing. It wasn't frenzied but we each were determined to be fully naked. I was glad to lose my panties as they'd gotten all wet and sticky and uncomfortable. I was just as glad to get Tony's shirt off and take in his hard young chest. I noticed he had a bit of a six-pack as well. My John lost his long ago! Again the thrill ran all through my body. This was so naughty and wrong and I was going to enjoy every bit of it. Suddenly we were both naked, standing close to one another. I braced myself for his reaction but the look on Tony's face told me that he liked what he saw. I moved closer to him and he obliged by wrapping his strong, young arms around me again. I could feel my long nipples poking into his young chest. Its always a thrill to be held by a man, especially when I can feel the hardness of his erection against my skin! Tony kissed me again, briefly. His hands held my bottom, pulling me closer to him. I could smell a little of his sweat. He was pale compared to me and I liked the way his soft skin covered his nice muscles. Then I felt him slip one hand around to my pussy. I think he meant it to be foreplay. I opened my legs to give him access – just like that! I was breathing hard before he even got there. I knew I was soaking and I wanted him to find out for himself. His fingers quickly stroked my bush and he began to poke at me. Tony was trying to be sweet but it was clumsy and rough. The important thing was that he was horny and eager and my pussy was just aching to be touched. His fingers parted my pussy lips and I groaned aloud. Something told me the sex wouldn't be great but at that point I was feeling fevered and wanted it all the same. John had built me up to this and I'd been horny for days just thinking about a strange young man. Now I leaned against Tony and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. Fuck, it felt good! He rubbed and stroked a little. Was he shocked to find me so wet? Or did it boost his pride? I was glad that he felt comfortable rummaging around my sex. As clumsy as he was, my pussy was loving this sudden attention. But my brain was on fire almost as much as my pussy. I wanted a turn. I was in control. I wanted his dick. And so, without a word, I felt myself slipping down to my knees. I couldn't believe I was doing this. 'Shit,' hissed my young lover as I rubbed my hands down his hard abs. I was just as surprised as him. Even now I rarely do this for any man but my John. But I was hot and horny and I was having such a great time that somehow it just happened. And his dick was so hard! I could see his fluids leaking from the tip. How nice – the young man was excited and horny all because of me. I held the head of his dick and slowly licked down his length and then back again. Tony groaned – loudly. So I repeated my move, licking the underside of his shaft. There were none of the big purple veins I am used to at home. But I had to admit it was a very nice dick. His silvery fluids were leaking more heavily. I reached out with my tongue and deftly licked his tiny slit. This, too, was something of a first for me with a new man. I so much wanted to do it though, secretly hoping that it might flip the boy out. His pre-cum was mild but I was thrilled to find it thick and sticky. I swallowed what I could get from him, feeling one tiny string hanging on my chin. 'Oh fuck,' growled Tony at me. Another small victory for me. I took his sack in the fingertips of one hand. At his age this was probably a new experience for him as well. He was small and tight. Not much to boast about. That didn't matter either. I was enjoying being the older woman. Softly I stroked Tony's sack, feeling his hard little eggs as I leaned closer. He knew what was coming. 'Oh fuck,' he hissed some more. My fingers kept right on stroking his delicate little rocks. I liked his thin covering of hair. Then I did it – one easy move and I had the young guy's dick in my mouth. He was so hard, warm and a little salty. Tony swore again. I smiled to myself, feeling wicked and excited to have my first taste of him. I took my time as I filled my mouth. His shaft swelled nicely about a third of the way down. It made my lips stretch a little and I thought about how it would feel in my pussy. He was seemingly getting even harder as I slowly proceeded downwards. I love a new dick! For several minutes I worked on him, enjoying the sensations of his meat in my mouth and the sounds he was making. I even moaned a little myself, totally in the moment with my young lover. My brain was on fire. I'd never performed oral on a man so eagerly on a 'first date'. And I was loving being naked on my knees in front of a man well below my years. I even tried to use my tongue at the same time, a technique I'd read about recently. Then I noticed he was getting louder. I didn't want Tony to cum too early. I wouldn't have minded him emptying his load into my mouth. But I needed him to stay hard so he could enter my pussy. So I released him and once more licked along the underside of his shaft. His long dick glistened and bounced at attention as I did that. But quickly I wanted Tony back in my mouth. I was really enjoying the way he was so helpless with me. He might erupt at any time but it was a risk I wanted to take. Tony grunted as I once more enveloped him with my lips. 'Urghnnnn...' I knew I was behaving shamelessly. I am certain Tony appreciated it. Annie Dances Again Again I went slowly as I bobbed up and down his length. I was trying to stretch my performance as long as I could. I took as much as I could into my mouth and reached behind him, placing both my hands on his squishy little butt. Tony kept all his workouts above the waist. I didn't mind too much - his young dick was still long and wonderfully hard. I don't do deepthroat but I pulled him to me, holding him in place, and went right on sucking his dick. Gently he placed his hands on either side of my head. I think he was trying to stroke my hair, which was rather sweet of him. I kept working on Tony as he throbbed for me, listening to the wet sounds and his laboured breathing. Every dick is different and I really was trying to savour this one. Without veins his shaft felt so smooth under my tongue. He was still leaking some pre-cum and I was loving the shape of his little head as I tried to wrap my tongue around it. I was on my knees in front of someone only barely a man. I am sure I'll never experience that again. But I enjoyed every bit of it and I enjoyed every bit of his young dick. 'Fuck,' he groaned at me. 'You are incredible.' It was just like John had planned. I was really showing my young stud what good sex is all about. I grinned to myself with pride at my oral skills. But I wanted to fuck. My pussy needed it and so did the rest of me. There was just one thing to take care of first. John had instructed me to make sure my young lover learned how to pleasure a real woman. I drew my mouth off Tony's long dick. Time for my turn – again. I climbed back onto the bed, trying to smile sweetly at Tony. 'Will you do that for me?' To his great credit, and a little surprise on my part, Tony barely hesitated when he realised I wanted his mouth on my pussy. I lay back on his large bed and spread my tanned legs for him. It was slutty and I almost wished that John could have been there to watch me. John has a lot to answer for when it comes to my lack of inhibition. Tony climbed into position and I lifted my knees a little to help him find his way. It felt so amazing to be exposing my pussy to this young guy. I smiled gently at Tony, inviting him in to taste me. I saw his wide tongue come out as he moved his face down to my pussy. I braced myself for that first contact. Right then I felt proud of my thick hairy bush as Tony pressed his face right into the middle of it. A waxing would have been wasted on one this young. His warm breath hit my wet flesh. Was he having second thoughts? Was he nervous or trying to impress me? I was about to urge him on when suddenly his tongue was touching my aching pussy. I felt myself melting for him. I moaned softly. He'd not really done much yet but I wanted to encourage him. I'd been horny all day and John had denied me my usual Saturday morning romp. I had to rely on Tony to take care of my needs. I lay back and watched as he moved up and down my pussy. His tongue was flat as he lapped up and down the outside of my slit. Soon he pressed his soft, young face into me and I moaned again, only this time it was real. He was eager and I was hungry. Tony managed to find my clit almost immediately. I was sure it was a happy accident. I saw the thick muscles of his arms and his shoulders standing out as he began to slowly lick at my pussy. I saw my bush all wet and matted as it brushed against his face. It was an amazing sight and so incredibly erotic. Now I knew I was the one who wasn't going to last. I was gushing. I briefly wondered if he'd enjoy my taste. 'Slowly,' I coached him. 'Soft and deep.' I reached down and held his head in my hands. I liked having that contact with him. But it was about control. I wanted to guide him to the right places. I was extremely horny and needing to have some real relief. His tongue was strong and he was able to reach from the bottom of my labia right up to my clit. I'd not been licked like that for a long time, as if I was an ice-cream. I enjoyed him all the same. He was doing his best, so eager to perform for me. And it was very nice to be able to watch his young, hard body as he knelt between my legs. I left him down there for several long minutes to practice licking a wet, hot pussy and made sure I gave him a few extra moans to reward his efforts. It wasn't enough. I needed my release. 'Your fingers.' I wanted it to sound sexy, like I needed it but not like an order. 'Put your fingers in.' Tony shifted his position and I kept hold of his head, not wanting to lose his tongue from my pussy. Carefully he pressed against my hole with two fingers. I moaned again, trying to urge him on. I was so wet there was no resistance and within seconds he was stroking the inside of my tunnel. That felt much better and I moaned again for him. I was still coaching him. 'Higher. Yes, there. More.' I was in control, after all. I wasn't too concerned about Tony right then. I was getting desperate to climax. My John had made it a very long week! 'Move them around. Yes, like that. High...faster now.' Tony very gamely followed all my instructions. I was feeling very pleased with my choice. He was not a great lover but he showed potential and was willing to learn. I felt a gentle orgasm building and knew that I was going to cum after all. Not huge but it would be enough for now. I released his head because I needed to have my arms free. Tony kept his face against my soaking pussy and his tongue in the vicinity of my clit. I wasn't quite there but I wanted to make sure he understood what was happening. So I started to moan more softly now, almost a constant sound. If anything, he sped up his thrusting so that he began to apply almost the right amount of pressure inside me. Soon I realised that I was moaning for real. I was going to cum with this young man who'd gotten me so excited and horny. That had never happened in my younger days when I used to let men pick me up. I wondered if Tony would appreciate what he'd done. I quickly forgot about that. Instead I thought about his young body and his strong shoulders resting between my older legs. I thought about his nice young dick that I wanted to have plunge into my body. I could hear myself moaning even louder now and knew that I was slowly thrashing about on his bed. Slowly, slowly my orgasm built up and up. I felt the warmth spreading through me. That familiar shuddering gripped my body. My moans were a kind of low tremolo. It was a gentle climax but felt great all the same. It really was a relief. And a very pleasant surprise to find myself responding to this sweet young man in such a strong way. My sweet young lover. I knew my pussy would be gushing on his eager fingers and I was thrilled to think of my wetness on the face of this 'barely-man'. My climax washed over me, all warmth and softness. I moaned again, louder, continuous – so good to be cumming at last. My pussy spasmed slightly as my entire body tensed in that familiar way. It wasn't strong but I lapped it all up. I'd been too horny for days. It was a cheap climax but it sure helped to take the edge off. And then soon it began to subside. The warmth stayed with me but I was hungry for more. I put my hands back on his head to signal to my young man that he could relax his mouth on my pussy. From the look on his face I knew what he wanted. And when Tony withdrew his fingers from me I knew I wanted it too. I needed to be fucked and this young stud was going to do it. Even if I had exploded under his tongue I would have wanted him to fill my pussy with his long dick. This was exactly what John's plan had called for. I smiled at him, again doing my best to look sexy and horny. 'That was really nice. I really enjoyed that.' 'Thanks. You are amazing when you cum.' It was nice of him to say so. 'Now I need you inside me. Would you like to fuck me?' And without another word Tony dived off the bed to grab the pack of condoms. In an instant he was back between my legs, fumbling at the box. I smiled again, enjoying the knowledge I could make him so horny and knowing I would need to slow him down. But I enjoyed the chance to gaze some more at his muscled body. In a few moments he was back on the bed between my legs. I spread my legs wider in anticipation. I am sure I am not normally so aware of myself when I am fucking with my John. I have to admit, being with this hot young guy brought out a side of me I'd not even guessed was there! John had somehow known it all along, however. Finally Tony was ready and he smiled at me from between my legs. I was impressed that he looked at my eyes and not my naked body stretched out waiting for him. The look on his face, though, was pure lust. I knew how he felt. 'Ready when you are,' I said softly. 'Annie,' he almost choked, 'you have such a great body. You are so fucking sexy.' 'What about those young women?' I teased him. 'No,' he insisted, 'you are really amazing and sexy.' Well I was sure it was only a little lie. His excitement turned me on even more. I needed that young shaft inside me! 'I want you now,' I told him, starting to sound almost desperate. Tony ran his hands down the insides of my thighs. Maybe it was true and he really did find me that sexy. Or maybe it was just more foreplay. I didn't want to wait any more so I reached out with my hands, trying to guide him to lay his body on top of mine. He got the idea and quickly moved into position. He was above me, holding his weight on his arms, making his muscles bulge. I could hear his breathing and I know I gasped a little at having this strange body so close to mine. I could never give up my John but I had forgotten the joy of a male body so young and hard. I reached down to grab his dick, shuffling my knees to make sure we both had room. He understood what I wanted and let me hold his shaft and guide him to my opening. I was wet, really wet – the combination of his saliva and hours of my own arousal. I knew he would slide easily into me. I could have been a little nervous about letting this young guy fuck me for the first time. But I wasn't – far from it, in fact. I was the older woman and he was crazy with desire for me. I was thrilled and almost as excited as he was. This young guy was going to fuck me and I would make sure he did it right. As soon as his dick was positioned against my pussy he began to lower his hips. Oh yes – this was it! And then Tony was in me, his head slipping past my labia and into my tunnel. I moaned again, loudly. I needed to be fucked. He was a little impatient now and I did not mind one bit as he drove his shaft all the way inside me. I grunted when he reached the bottom, a sound of pure pleasure and release. He filled me rather well. Enough to make my pussy stretch to take him. The head was resting close to my cervix. He was in me, this young dick was in my pussy. And I could see and hear how excited Tony was. 'Is it OK?' he whispered to me. I wanted to feel more of him. 'Lie down,' I replied. I pulled his shoulders down and reached for his back. I wanted him lying on top of me so I could feel the weight of his taut body and enjoy the sensation of this strange new cock filling me up. Tony obeyed though I am sure he wondered what we were doing. I wrapped my slender legs around him, just under his bum, so he'd stay still and let me enjoy this moment. He wanted to kiss me and I was happy to return it. So nice to have a young guy who could respect and appreciate a woman. He smelled of sweat and my pussy. What a sexy combination! But I could only keep him there for a minute. I just couldn't hold back any longer. It was time to fuck! So I moved my hands down his back, close to his squishy little arse and started to press him down to me. Tony did not need another hint. Straight away he lifted himself up onto his elbows and began to swing his hips back and forth. 'Easy...easy' I urged him at first. It was sensational and I wanted to feel all of his shaft as it slid in and out. He slowed a little but kept right on giving me his entire dick with each downward stroke. Maybe he had had some experience. I knew my pussy was gushing juices again. I unwrapped my legs from around him, holding myself wide open. I wanted Tony to have enough room to fuck me properly. I wanted to be bad. He soon found a very pleasant rhythm. I could hear his laboured breathing which strangely was also turning me on. The young fellow was really making an effort to fuck me properly. I could also hear his little moans of pleasure and that made my body begin to tingle. He became more brave and after every few strokes he would thrust a little deeper and harder. Now I could feel the end of his dick against my cervix. He really was filling my pussy. I knew that if I paced Tony right I'd be able to take the pounding. In fact, I lifted my legs, tilting my pelvis to give him deeper access. I have no idea why except that I wanted to swallow that long shaft. The occasional thudding against my cervix was making the whole experience even more intense. Again I wished John could have been there to watch. After all, it had been his idea! Tony was pretty good for a young man. He hadn't cum in the first thirty seconds and he was keeping a good pace. It was a very pleasurable fuck, indeed. I lowered my legs to increase the pressure he was giving me at the top of my opening. Yes, that was much better. My pussy was filled and Tony was pressing on just the right spot. Every few strokes his skin slapped against mine. His balls were too small to swing underneath him. But his young meat was pumping in and out of me in a most agreeable way. I realised that another orgasm was welling up. I'd not expected to cum on his dick. Now I wanted it badly. In this state I know I am not very 'interactive'. I just lie back and let the orgasm come to me. Now, with Tony, I let my arms and legs spread wide, as if I were a target inviting him to take full advantage of my being open for him. I know he didn't know what was happening inside me. But I hoped my slow motion thrashing would give him a clue. Actually, it seemed he was getting the idea as I sensed him begin to thrust a little harder. I hoped that that was meant for me. My climax was building nicely – another small one. My little shudder was starting again. I was going to enjoy this – two orgasms in one night with a young man picked up from the club! Hmmmm. I moaned a little too loudly. I wanted Tony to understand I was horny and eager to cum. And then things started to happen way too quickly. His thrusting was good for me but he was getting even more out of it. I could see that he wasn't going to last long enough for me. 'Fuck Annie. I'm close.' I knew that. What to do about it? There was nothing I could do. My young lover was going to cum inside my pussy. It was totally hot! Thank goodness for the condom I reminded myself. 'Annie...' Too late. I could have felt disappointed but I wasn't. He was my young playmate, twenty four years old and fucking a stranger and he was enjoying my body so much that he was losing control. I ran my hands over his strong young arms and his large shoulders. It was a good fuck. I was going to enjoy the feeling of him erupting inside my pussy. I watched his face contort and felt him begin to bash against my cervix, giving me his full length as he concentrated on his own release. And release he did! - shoving his dick even deeper inside me, screwing up his face and trying desperately to keep on pumping into me. His muscles were rigid – that felt very nice. He made tiny little grunts and I knew that each one was accompanied by a shot of semen inside me. It was wonderful, thrilling. It didn't trigger my orgasm but it certainly got me close. I just lay there and felt him spurt again and again. I could feel his excitement and I revelled in it. Even without my own orgasm I felt the usual warmth flooding through me. He'd cum early, of course. But rather than feeling cheated, I was pleased. I'd been properly fucked and I had to admit he'd not been too bad. I let Tony keep thrusting until it seemed he had nothing more to shoot. Then I pulled him back down on top of me again. My pussy was twitching a little and I needed a distraction. I knew the feeling of his muscled physique would help. Though he was still throbbing inside me and I could feel him trying to move, trying to extract the last pleasure from having his dick inside me. 'Should I take it out?' he asked after a minute. I just smiled to him and held him a little tighter. I figured he would soften soon enough and fall out of me naturally. Besides, he had been quick and I wanted to take every advantage of him that I could. With him so close I was sure I could feel his heart pounding away – or maybe it was mine. We were both panting a little as we relaxed with the whole 'post fuck' euphoria washing through us. Finally, after a few minutes, I could sense he was uncomfortable where he was. I assumed it was some hang-up of a young man not wanting contact with his own semen. I allowed Tony to roll off me and he quickly pulled off the condom and discarded it by the side of the bed. A young bachelor he was! Happily for me he lay back next to me and sort of embraced me, as if he realised a post-fuck cuddle might be required. He didn't ask me 'how was it?' Did he care? But I must confess I was curious to know about his orgasm and about what else he could deliver for me. 'Did you enjoy that?' I asked sweetly, trying not to sound like I did this kind of thing all the time. 'Yeah...yes, you were great.' I tried not to laugh. 'It felt good?' 'Oh Annie. You are so sexy.' 'My husband says that, too.' I was feeling naughty still, enjoying the chance to tease him. 'But I hope you can manage it one more time.' He knew what I meant. Tony didn't say anything but I could see in his eyes what he thought about his prowess. And I could see that he was excited by the thought of getting to fuck me again. After that we fell into silence. That was OK by me - I'd not chosen Tony for conversation. I played with his semi hard dick, slowly spreading his semen and rubbing it into his skin. I made a mental note of his smell. We cuddled a little and mostly just held one another. I enjoyed the feeling of his young, hard body next to mine. He wasn't as big as my John but he was just as hard. And I spent ages tracing my fingers around the tattoo on his arm. I wanted to ask him about it but something made me stop. I suppose I felt I didn't want to know that much about my young stud. Tony rubbed my back a little, which I happily accepted. I even turned on to my stomach to make it easier for him and more pleasant for me. It really was a back rub and not a massage. I guessed he'd not had many opportunities to explore a woman so it was mutually beneficial. After a while he let his hands wander to my bum. I gave him a little sigh, trying to signal he could leave them there. I like having men pay attention to my bottom. I have had many compliments about my bum and from women too! Even after all these years my John still loves to look at and touch my backside. But it was getting late and I was still horny. John would be asleep by the time I got home so the only way I'd get any peace that night was to have Tony fuck me to another orgasm. I rolled around to him and quickly found his dick, nicely thickened now with his renewed desire for me. I stroked my fingers along his length, down to his balls again. I could see him getting harder by the second and I let myself smile at the weakness of young men. How foolish I'd been all those years ago. I traced his size with my forefinger and thumb. Softly moving up and down his shaft, testing the head, the base and that lovely swelling mid way along. Then I just got greedy again and wrapped my fingers right around his shaft. Annie Dances Again Tony moaned softly and rolled onto his back. He was thinking this was for his benefit. I didn't mind too much. I wanted to explore his dick and I wanted to be sure he'd be nice and hard and ready to ram deep into my pussy again. Slowly, softly I stroked his length, enjoying the warmth and the weight. It was a nice cock, though I didn't bother telling Tony. I liked the way his foreskin pulled back to expose the head and I loved the way it go so extra hard under my touch. It didn't take long before he was ready. I hadn't yet finished behaving like a hussy, however. I'd surprised Tony with my eagerness to suck his dick and I couldn't resist doing it again. Besides, my John would want to know that I'd shown off my talents. So I shifted down and once more moved to take this strange new dick into my mouth. I smiled to myself when Tony moaned his excitement to me. Then I just opened my jaws and lowered my mouth onto him. There was the yummy taste of his semen tainted by the latex. I wanted his cock anyway and happily licked and sucked on him. Tony thrust a little with his hips, eager and feeling bolder now. But I was in control so I slid one hand down to his base. By gripping him tight I could pull the skin along his shaft which meant his helmet was more exposed. It was a delight to trace my tongue around the bottom rim of his soft head. That seemed to satisfy Tony and he managed to behave and lie still as I worked to make his rod even harder for my pussy. I didn't take long. I wanted to be fucked. I just gave him another smile and said softly, 'I need you inside me again.' But he was feeling more confident now and wanting to test his luck. 'Do we need to use a condom this time?' We certainly did. 'Yes. You have to use a condom because I don't want to go home to my husband with your cum inside me.' It was the best I could think of at that moment. 'Do you understand?' Tony nodded but I could see that he didn't. Still, he obediently fetched a new condom and within seconds was next to me with a raging erection and a look of lust on his face. I rolled over onto my hands and knees. I felt incredibly wanton and naughty. Doggy is not even my favourite position. I didn't care about any of that. I wanted to be fucked and I wanted to blow this young man's mind. Now Tony could see the advantage of wearing a condom with me. Behind me he swore softly and shuffled into position. I loved sticking my bum out for Tony, knowing he was enjoying the sight! I could feel him almost trembling with excitement. Perhaps none of his younger female lovers had ever allowed him to take them like that. I turned my head to look back. I thought of his size, not too thick. I just wanted him to be careful he didn't hurt me. I was wetter than I'd expected, though, and Tony easily found my opening. I braced myself for discomfort and instead found myself moaning softly as he forced his dick into me. My pussy spread around his bulk just exactly the way I like. Tony didn't need any encouragement to start thrusting his long shaft in and out of me. He'd cum once inside me and I was sure he'd manage it again. The thought made his thrusting feel all the better. After a while his hands moved from my waist to my bottom. I felt him stroking my cheeks. The different sensations felt good. I was pleased that Tony liked my bottom. I was even more thrilled and aroused to be on my hands and knees in front of him, open and available. I decided to stay on my hands and knees to let him enjoy the sight a bit longer. In this position I could feel Tony bump into my cervix at the bottom of each thrust. I wouldn't last long with that kind of punishment. But at least I was being properly fucked. The discomfort was a small price to pay for having this young man lusting after me. So I let him pump into me for a long time. It felt fantastic to be giving myself like this to a younger man. And he was a pretty good fuck, his cock was warming me up very nicely – so why stop him? Only because I still wanted to cum again. I was sure this time Tony would last long enough to get me off. All I really needed was to be on my back with his muscled young body poised over me and his long dick rubbing against my pubic bone. With a murmur I got Tony to pull out to allow me to flip over. I quickly got into position and once again spread my legs wide, drawing the strange new cock back into my pussy. I saw that my nipples were standing at attention. Was I really that turned on by him? Tony was straight back inside me. How yummy. I wrapped myself around him again, feeling the heaving of his muscled chest and the hardness of his dick as he buried it in my pussy. This time Tony was slower, going deep but happy to let his full length slide back and forth. He would have had no idea how good that felt. I moaned to make sure he knew to keep on doing it. I knew the position I needed to make me cum good and strong. I shuffled Tony into the right spot. It was hard because he couldn't really know what was required. But he got close and I got to hold his big arms and shoulders as he kept thrusting into me. I thought again of my John and how much he would have enjoyed seeing me filled by this eager young lover. Again I lowered my legs to increase the pressure on my pubic bone. Oh yes – that was going to do the trick. 'Is it OK Annie? Can I go harder?' I could only moan in reply. His cock was feeling wonderful and I knew I was on my way to a very enjoyable orgasm. I just needed him to stay there for a few minutes longer. I tried to hold his gaze, spreading my arms wide and trying to tilt my pelvis to the best angle. Finally I gasped out to Tony to 'make me cum'. Now he lifted himself up onto his hands, holding his hard young body above me. It actually helped with getting his dick rubbing on the right spot. I started moaning again – for real. Then the shuddering started. I knew I was into my zone. I no longer had control of my body or my brain. I jus wanted that lovely young cock to keep rubbing against my pubic bone, heating up my pussy. I knew my noises were continuous. I was cumming. My body was shaking and my mouth was all slack and hanging open. Oh fuck – I was cumming. I had needed it so badly. Tony was showing great stamina, he just kept up his rhythm in my pussy. A week of desire and denial was surging out of me. It wasn't the strongest orgasm but it was long, nice and long. I felt my juices gushing over his shaft and leaking out onto my pubes. And all the while I felt myself heating up as my climax took over and my moaning and shaking consumed my body. Tony didn't stop, didn't miss a beat. He was a quick learner. Just as well as I had lost the power of speech for now. I let him keep thrusting into me, I just rode the wave of my climax. It was a nice, long plateau of pleasure. The sense of relief was wonderful. God I am enjoying being in my sexual prime. And the thrill of knowing my new young lover had brought me off made the whole thing feel even more intense. Often I can manage to cum over and over. John knows how to make me cum almost continuously for long periods. It wasn't that good with Tony. But I liked the way he made me feel, the long slow rise and gentle fall of my orgasm as I came around his long, hard dick. I wanted still more. Not another orgasm for me. I wanted Tony to shoot his load again. My own climax had us both feeling even more aroused. I could see how it turned him on and that made me want his eruption even more. I reached up and held his arms, those nice muscled arms. He was starting to pound me now. He was losing what little control he had as a young man. My poor cervix! But it was too late. I wanted to feel him cum inside this older woman. I knew how naughty I was. I knew it was all John's fault. He threw his head back and gave one long, brutal thrust into me! My eyes flew wide open under the assault. He was going to make me sore but he was at the point where he'd lost control over himself. It made me feel wonderful and so incredibly sexy. His passion had helped to prolong my own orgasmic pleasure. So I tried to tighten my pussy around him as a way of increasing his pleasure. He already was shooting inside me. I could tell from his noises and the way his dick seemed to grow even harder inside me. He grunted over and over, like a hungry animal. How wonderful it is that young men can recover so quickly. It felt great to know I'd made him cum again. It wasn't a great fuck but at least I could report to my John that his plan had worked – I'd been properly fucked. I smiled up at him as Tony pumped into me, releasing all of his remaining fluids. Suddenly Tony fell onto me. He was done. Actually, it was a relief for my poor cervix. My young lover had made quite an effort and I'd had a bit of a pounding. We both were panting and sweaty. His cock was still thick. His body still felt good so close to me. My long nipples were still hard and I loved the way they pressed against him as his weight lay on top of me. Again I felt a slight tingle at having a 24 year old naked in bed with me. I wrapped my arms and leg around Tony and held him close. I wouldn't be doing this again anytime soon so it was worth getting every last sensation from my one night stand. I knew he'd probably feel less comfortable about being on top of an older woman while his cum was cooling inside his condom. All the better for him to realise how he should treat a woman, especially one who knew she didn't have to accept any male crap. But he had done well. At least I'd have a good report for John and there was certain to be plenty of good sex with the next day as a result. I stroked his hair and smiled at him. He smiled back, that nice smile that had helped me choose him from the crowd at the club After a time Tony stirred. I could feel his cock deflating inside me. He wanted to come out. Slowly I relaxed my hold on him. I moaned quietly as he withdrew, even though his cock was only half sized by then. There's always a disappointment when my pussy is emptied like that. 'Fuck Annie,' he said quietly. 'You are amazing!' 'Hmmm. You're not so bad yourself.' 'You came didn't you? I thought I felt you cum and then I just couldn't wait any longer.' 'I came. I came and it was really good,' I smiled to him. 'I felt you cum too. I liked that.' 'Oh Annie you are amazing. Jeez, I came so hard.' I just smiled at him again and let him lift off me and dispose of the condom. I was very pleased that he came back to me, lying beside me and taking me in his arms. He wanted a cuddle! How nice and very considerate of him. One last chance to enjoy his young, muscled arms and shoulders. It was the last chance because I knew it was very late. John would be asleep when I got home and I wanted to be awake before lunch. Because, as usual, John would insist on rewarding me with almost limitless pleasure and non-stop sex. After all, I am a 'married' woman. This was the point where I did feel bad. Now it became obvious that I had used Tony. Well, it was obvious to me. I was about to up-and-leave my new young lover. It was bad manners but this was a one night stand. It was a special treat for me and Tony had gotten plenty of hid own fun along the way. But there was no point in letting him think its was more than a pick-up fuck. ''I need to go,' I said to him softly. 'Really? You can stay. I thought I would get you a drink now.' I reached down for one last feel of his dick. Its been such a long time since I've got to enjoy a nice Asian dick. I was pleased to find that he was still a little thick. He was sticky too, with his own cum. I traced one finger around his foreskin. I briefly wondered whether he'd be able to manage a third time. How much stamina could a nice young man really muster? I shook those thoughts off. 'I need to go. My husband will be home now and I need to be there before he wakes up.' I could see the mix of shock and disappointment on his face. I slid my hand down to his compact little sack. Small but delightful it was. Yes, I was tormenting him but I couldn't help it. I did need to go but I wanted to be sure I'd remember all of him. To be honest I really appreciated the fact he'd been so good for me. So I softly stroked his balls with my fingertips and felt his wispy hairs. 'Do you go dancing a lot? I mean, without your husband?' 'I always go dancing without my husband,' I told him straight. 'I have my girlfriends that I go out with instead.' I could see what the young man was thinking. It would do him no good. 'This is just for tonight, OK? This was a special arrangement. My husband knows about this. I don't think it will happen again. OK?' I could see Tony's mouth hanging open. He seemed incredulous. 'I'd love a drink of water if you wouldn't mind. I'll call a taxi in a minute. I'm sorry, but I really need to go.' I needed to make it final. I didn't want a scene. I was a wicked and evil woman. But I'd had my fuck and I was eager to share my excitement with John. And so fifteen minutes later I'd left my young stranger behind. I was in a taxi on my way home, smelling of sex and still aching a little from the pounding Tony had given me. I was smiling to myself. I'd done it. I'd been naughty and wicked and had chosen a young guy to fuck me for a one night stand. There was no feeling of guilt or concern. I felt great – proud and sexy and liberated and loved ...loved by my wonderful John who encourages me to have these many experiences. He was fast asleep when I got home. I'd expected as much. But we did wake the next day before lunch. And John did press me for all the details, which is why you're reading this story now. And yes, he did eat me out and fuck me and eat me out and fuck me some more... until my clit ached and my pussy was raw. I'll never have a night quite like that again. But I was glad for every second of it.