I journeyed to Jean's flat in the evening and when she answered the door she took my breath away! Normally she's dressed in casual clothes - jeans, sweatshirt etc. But this time she was dressed in a very light-weight evening gown. Obviously dressed to impress. We sat on the sofa and chatted about things that were happening in our lives. We held hands but after 20+ minutes I allowed my hand to wander onto her thighs - which she spread, inviting me to feel her most intimate parts. She had panties on, but I managed to stroke her thighs and pussy through them. Eventually I grew impatient and hauled myself over her, between her legs and made it obvious my erection was expecting some action! She smiled at me and said "Come on..." and suggested we stood up.
I stood up and pulled her by the hand to help her stand up (from the sofa) and led her to her bedroom. We kissed and hugged and I dragged her over to the bed - where she fell. I continued to kiss and massage her for five or so minutes until she suddenly broke away. "About time we shed this lot..." she said as she took her evening wear off. I followed - and disrobed. We fell on each other on the bed, kissing, nibbling, stroking - it was all blur. She found my cock with her hand and massaged and stroked me. I found her pussy and 'went down'. I licked and kissed her thighs, tummy and pussy. I probed her pussy with my tongue. I sucked her clitty and enjoyed her moaning and arching her hips towards me. However, after a few minutes she pulled my head away from her pussy and made it clear she wanted something more. She guided my cock to her pussy and I slipped inside her. It took a little while, the angle wasn't quite right - but eventually I arrived 'fully home'.
She did her usual - rotating her pussy, trying to rub my cock against every last nerve inside her pussy. Moaning 'oh, it's so nice, so nice, so nice' as she did so. I could have just stayed perfectly still and let her rotate away - she was in heaven, and so was I. But the urge to fuck and to pump into her was overwhelming. I told her to lay still - and started to plunder her feminine depths. Over and over again I plunged into her - sometime slowly and sometimes fast. Sometimes I smashed into her, plunging my cock in as far as it would go. This produces an 'aahh - aahh' every time I plunged into her.
At one point I was on my knees on the bed and had her ankles on my shoulders and neck - and spent several minutes really vigorously pounding into her. Each time I plunged into her I pulled her body closer to me, getting every last millimetre of my cock in as far as it would go. I could feel my cock touching her cervix. Each time I thrust she gave a sharp gasp. There was a big smile was on her face - so I knew I wasn't hurting her. However, I was 60 years old, not 30 and eventually I had to stop as the sheer effort was exhausting me. We lay for a few minutes, not moving but I was still deep inside her. Jean whispered "I'll have to call you my 'Heineken Man'...". I was puzzled: "Sorry, Heineken Man, what do you mean?" She replied with a smile: "Reaches the parts other..." I remembered the old Heineken beer advert that would 'refreshes the parts other beers can't reach' but doubted it related to how far a man's cock could get inside a snug pussy! I said that I understood!
Still chuckling, I told Jean I was "a bit bushed" and suggested she did some of the work. We rolled over, she clambered over me, hold my cock upright and slid my cock up inside her. Slowly and deliberately she raised and lowered herself on my rampant cock. As I was on my back and had my hands free - I massaged her breasts and reached up to kiss her. She was distracted and didn't give my kisses much thought. I reached up and nibbled her neck and ears - but (again) she didn't pay much attention. She was concentrating too much on plunging herself up and down on my cock. I was in heaven. I could just lay there and enjoy her movements and the friction on my cock. Her eyes were closed and she ground her pussy (and clitty) against my rock hard cock. A few times I had to draw my legs up to stop her sexy movements. I could feel my climax building and didn't want to spoil things and shorten our adventures. I told her what I was doing, and why - she chuckled and smiled.
We rolled over again - to the missionary position. I plunged into her again with renewed gusto. (After all, I was her 'Heineken man!") She sighed and whimpered. At one stage my head started to thump the bed's headboard. My continued thrusting had managed to push both of us up the bed. I needed to drag her down the bed a little. I straightened my arms. She had her legs and arms wrapped around me and when I lifted myself up a little, I lifted her off the bed as well. Literally, off the mattress. She chuckled: "I've got you, you can't get away..." I placed her (and us) further down the bed and continued to plunder her.
My world was only 'my cock' and 'her pussy'. All other thoughts had vaporised. She was underneath me and I was fucking her. Bliss. I was in heaven. She started to hold onto me a bit tighter. Her 'round and around' rotating movements on my cock became a bit more vigorous, more urgent. I knew her climax was on its way. Her breathing started to get more vigorous so I stopped my thrusting. She ground her pussy against my cock even harder, almost bending it in two! I moved a bit higher up her body, placing my cock in firmer contact with her clitty. I moved by cock from side to side against her clitty as she continued to rotate her pussy. She wrapped her arms around me even tighter and her breathing became even more erratic. "Oh yes, just there..." I knew her orgasm was on its way. "Oh shit, oh god, I can't... oh my... oh, oh, oohh, ooohhh... aaahh..., oh my god, just there... FUCK!" She went totally rigid. Stiff as a board. Her hands were trying to hold on to me, but her fingers were like rigid sticks. "Ah, ah, aahhh... GOOOODDDDDDDD..." She dug her nails into my bum and tried to haul my body up and my cock deeper into her pussy. It lasted for 30 or 40 seconds - during which time I'd noticed she's stopped breathing. "Breathe Jean, breathe..." I said. Eventually she relaxed, started breathing again and the monstrous smile returned to her face.
She kept her eyes closed and said "Now it's you, now it's your turn. Jeez, I really need to feel you cum inside me..." OK, so it was my turn! I started to plunge my cock into her, slowly and deliberately making sure I gave her (and me) the benefit if the 'full stroke'. Almost pulling out of her, I slide into her as far as I could go. Everything I could give her. Over and over again. Jean sighed each time I pushed fully home. 'Aahh... aaahhh, aahh...'
My cock felt like a bit of old rope (as usual), because we'd been fucking for 50 minutes or more. But - I needed to cum - and Jean needed me to cum. A lady friend had told me it was my duty to cum. She had asked me how Jean would feel if I did NOT cum. It would be an insult. Jean would think I didn't find her very sexy. But - I knew Jean was the most erotic person I'd ever had sex with. I just had to fuck away for a bit and I'd reach my climax. No problem. "Jean, hold me" I said "hold me tight". She wrapped her arms around my back and her legs around my hips. She continued to sigh and gasp each time I plunged full 'home' into her pussy. We could not get any closer. I continued to slide my cock in and out and eventually I could feel my orgasm arriving. "God, Jean..." I said, burying my face into her neck, whispering into her ear. She whispered in my ear "Just fill me up..." My world was totally, 100%, my cock and her pussy. Nothing else mattered. After a very long and a very slow build up I could feel my cock begin to 'hum' and I knew I wouldn't be disappointing Jean. And then... my cock detonated and shot it's seed into Jean. I cried out "Oh, JEAN ...". I was aware of my toes curling up with the delight of it all. I lunged inside her as far as I could go. She squealed with delight and she squeezed me even tighter. What could ever be better than this?
After we'd calmed down and our breathing had returned to normal, I apologised. After my climax, my cock (as usual) had just shrunk way. No longer required. I felt slightly embarrassed. It was as if my cock had had what it wanted - and was no longer interested in her. It must be age related - and hormone levels. When I was in my 30's (I explained) my cock would remain stiff after I'd cum. Fresh and willing for round two or three. "We're all getting older" Jean explained "when I was younger you'd have needed several towels to cope with my orgasms..." I guessed from this she had been a 'gusher'. I made a mental note to ask her about it at some other time!
In the afterglow, we cuddled - I was still laying between her legs, my face in her neck - and talked. Without really thinking I said (at one point) "This is a bit scary..." I could feel Jean tense: "What do you mean...?" she asked. I could also hear the concern in her voice. "It's just" I replied "this seems to get better and better..." She relaxed "Yes, it does" she said, giving me an extra hug.
