“I am already wet,” I told him. “And ready to be fucked.”
He smiled brightly as he lifted off my top. Outwardly, I wore a tee shirt and yoga pants as I normally do for the gym. Underneath, I wore a lacy black bra, hoping Marco would find it pleasing, and, if nothing else, it made me feel sexier.
The way Marco looked upon my body made me feel beautiful. As if I was truly desirable. He dove head-first between my breasts as his hands slid down my straps and pulled down the cups. I became nervous as he pulled down my bra. I have very big nipples, and I am always afraid they are too large. I was conscious all my life conscious from the other women and girls looks at the gym changing rooms and at the beach. They always poke through, even when I am wearing a bra, and I am a bit worried Marco would think they are too strange. As I was exposed, my breasts sagged a little to the side, but Marco eased my fears as his eyes hungrily took in the sight of my naked body.
He took my breasts into his mouth, sucking on my tits and teasing my nipples with his tongue, alternating between both sides. I gasped. I am concerned about the size of my nipples, but, on the other hand, they are also one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. I almost melted like putty in his arms as his mouth and fingers played with my nipples.
“Oh Marco, what are you doing to me?” I asked.
“Can you not tell?” he teased back.
Meanwhile my hands reached down to his pants. His buttocks were firm. I slid his pants down, and he kicked them off. My hands circled to the front of his crotch, and I cupped the bulge of his manhood protruding from his underwear. Even through his underwear, I can already tell, he is larger, much larger than my husband. I slid my hands inside, wanting to feel his cock in my hands. He is rock hard, and I stroke him gently.
Marco sits up as I continue to stroke his cock. He has maintained himself well, trimming back his pubic hairs nicely. As I continue to give him a hand job, he takes off my pants, revealing lacy black panties. I am embarrassed to see the wet spot plainly evident, even on my black panties. Marco sees it too and we share a knowing laugh. Then he puts a finger inside my waistband and easily slides off my panties, and my body is left completely naked for my young lover’s eyes to take in.
“Do you want me to have protection?” he asked.
“I trust you would not risk giving me a VD,” I told him. Marco shook his head, assuring me he is clean. “Good, I would like to feel you inside me,” I continued. “I wish you to cum inside me if you like. I am yours to do with as you please.”
Marco smiled, clearly happy with my response. I spread my legs wide, inviting him to enter as I guided his cock to penetrate me. I was so wet, he slid in easily. He was big. Holding him in my hands, I knew he was bigger than my husband, and now I knew how much bigger.
“Are you okay?” Marco asked, seemingly concerned by my facial reaction that maybe he hurt me.
“No, please. It is just. You are more than I am used to,” I admitted in embarrassment.
“Really? Am I bigger than Oscar then?”
My face turned red, and I whispered back in a low, timid voice, “Yes, there is a big difference, Marco.”
Marco looked me in the eye and gave me an intense sensual kiss, keeping his cock pressed deep inside me and increasing my desire for him.
“It is ok if I continue, Irene?”
“Yes, please.”
Marco gyrated his hips, and his cock fucked me, stretching my pussy wider and penetrating deeper than Oscar had ever done. I gasped as I felt his full length inside me. He leaned down to give me a deep kiss as he continued to make love to me, and I melted in his arms. His chest pressed against my sensitive nipples and I cooed as he moved around and kissed the side of my neck. My body was like his own personal toy, and he knew all the buttons to press to wind me up and make me spin.
I do not know if it was just my lust or if he was a better lover, but I already felt more aroused in a few minutes of sex with Marco than I had in 15 years of marriage to Oscar. Normally I am shy and mousey during sex, but I could not control myself with Marco. I tried, but loud moans escaped from my mouth. I bit my lip, but still, I called out Marco’s name loudly. I became overwhelmed in pleasure, and I surrendered to my passion and lust.
I looked down and the sight of Marco’s cock going in and out of my pussy drove me over the edge.
“Oh Marco,” I called out.
Marco kissed me on the lips, but I was struggling for breath. My fingers dug into Marco’s back as I held a death grip to him. He was pounding me so hard, my breasts were jiggling, my sensitive nipples swollen and brushing against his chest as released me from the kiss, and I gasped for air.
“Oh God, what have you done to me,” I screamed out.
“I am making love to a beautiful woman,” Marco calmly whispered back.
He was pounding me so hard, I was sinking into the sofa, and my arousal was stirring, growing inside me. My pussy felt like a ball of energy, and the ball kept growing and growing until I could no longer contain it, and that ball was ready to explode
I climaxed as Marco bit down on my nipples. It was like a tidal wave rushing over me. My body shaking, I took his head in my hands and ran my fingers through his hair as the orgasm swelled through my body, his cock still relentless in fucking me. I screamed loudly, unable to control myself, and it occurred to me my bedroom was right on the other side of the wall. For a second, I wondered if Oscar maybe heard me screaming.
My legs were wrapped around Marco, trying to bury his cock deep inside my pussy, but he did not even give me a chance to recover. He powered through, fucking me harder and harder. I felt his body tensing, and I knew he was becoming close.
“You are sure you want me inside you,” he asked again.
I eagerly looked Marco directly in the eyes and whispered through labored breath, “I am yours. I want you inside me, to carry you inside me.”
He leaned down once more to kiss me, and he impaled himself deep inside as I felt his cock throb, pulsing as he shot his load deep in my pussy. He held himself inside me for over a minute, his cock engorged as he released each shot of cum, filling me up until it was spilling out of me. Every pulse, his cock increased in size as his cum shot out like a jet inside me. I was in shock, both by the intensity of his orgasm and the pure amount of his ejaculation. For a while, I wondered if he might never stop shooting his load off inside me.
As the kiss broke, I opened my eyes. Marco stood up, and he pulled his cock out of me. He was still hard, and his manhood somehow looked even larger as it glistened in the glean of his cum and my arousal juices coated over his shaft.
I stared at his cock, transfixed. I had never been with another man, but my husband’s cock is quite less than 5 inches. Marco was at least 8 inches long and with more girth than Oscar. Maybe that is why Marco was able to make me climax, because he is reaching areas my husband was too small to reach.