Patience Is A Virtue

About 1980 in Vancouver I went out for a drinking session at the Ritz (a very dumpy old beer parlour) with some fellow workers from the office. We were still going strong several hours later and we were getting pretty plastered. I had been trying to hustle Julie, a slim, attractive woman from the office, but to no avail (at least that night!). I really wanted to get laid that night so checked around the table for possible prospects. I noticed Renee, an older woman who worked for a supplier to our company. She looked right into my eyes as I happened to look into hers. She took a seat beside me and began talking to me. After only a few minutes, she matter-of-factly said to me, “Do you want to come to my place tonight for a screw?” She was 23 years older than me, but wasn’t bad-looking and had what appeared to be an OK body. I nonchalantly agreed and when the group broke up we took a bus to her apartment in West Vancouver.

We got in and Frenched each other in her entryway before she took my hand and pulled me into her bedroom. We were naked very quickly and her small titties with long, hard nipples and sparse bush that left nothing to the imagination gave me an instant throbbing boner. She turned out the lights (we could still see by the diffused light from street lamps down below) and we fell on her bed.

After a few minutes of hot tongue-kissing, I worked my way down to her nipples and started sucking on those babies. I preferred big breasts (then and now) but her horny moaning reaction as I pleasured her tits encouraged me to stay on them for maybe 15 minutes. I then kissed my way down her belly and started to eagerly eat her out. Again, her reaction stimulated me to really go to town on her wet, meaty cunt. She moaned how good it was and how she’d never had “that” before. She was aggressively humping my mouth but was not able to get an orgasm. I decided that would never do and ate her cunt for what must have been half an hour. Finally, she exploded, pressing my face into her hot snatch. 

I worked my way over top of her and started to fuck her slow and deep, her legs spread wide but flat on the bed. Because of the amount I’d drunk, I had no difficulty holding back my cumshot. Out of nowhere, she had a powerful orgasm, and I continued fucking her without stopping. She came again in under a minute, moaning and screaming. I really started to pound her, going for what felt to be a massive nut. To my chagrin, she soon whispered, “I’m very tender down there. I don’t think I can take anymore.” Nothing for it but to stop and hope for better later.

I woke in the morning and turned over to look at Renee. She was still sleeping, on her side facing away from me, and her aged cunt was peeking out at me. I moved over and started licking her pussy again. She woke, rolled onto her back, and came again within a minute. I got between her legs again, but she told me she was too sore. “But lay on your side,_____, and I’ll jerk you off,” she said. Better than nothing I thought to myself and did as she asked.

Renee pressed herself into my back, her erect nipples and sweet little bush feeling so good against me that my thick, curved cock went rock-hard. She took my cock in a full-fist grip and slowly and methodically jacked my meat. The pleasurable sensations seemed to make my hangover vanish, and soon I began producing pre-cum which nicely lubed my shaft and cockhead under Renee’s ministrations. “Baby, stop masturbating me…I don’t want to cum yet,” I moaned. Renee did the good old stop-and-start routine, sensing when I was getting too close to shooting off and stopping to extend my pleasure. 

When I couldn’t take anymore, I whispered, “Renee, please make me cum! Make me blow my big load all over your sheets!” Her fist went into overdrive and I could feel my ejaculation boiling up inside me. I reached down and squeezed my tightly drawn-up balls and that was it. Rope after rope after fucking rope of liquid cum-pleasure spurted out of my cock and drenched her sheets. Renee milked out every drop of my cum and released my dick. It might have been the most intense orgasm of my life, at least to that point.

I went home and, like the gentleman I wasn’t, left her to deal with the cummy mess. When I called her a few days later to ask for an encore, she turned me down flat. Served me right, I guess.