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My Time With An Older Woman (Explicit) - By Godofwine
My oldest of significance was an older Black woman who was 47 when I was 26, but she looked ten years younger. I saw her on the rapid (elevated rail system in Cleveland, just a faster bus). I got off at the same stop she did and I walked up to her. She was maybe around 5'6, slim, and with heels put her two inches taller. Her mocha bronze complexion was as flawless as I had ever seen and there was no wonder why her body belied her age. There was nary a wrinkle to be seen on her face. The closest example I can think of is Angela Bassett
Now I tell you that I have NO GAME. Never did. Usually, if I wasn't singing at a broad I didn't get her. You have to play to your strengths.
Anyway, I walked up and said, "Pardon me. I don't mean to be rude, but I have to say that you have some amazing legs. I would be doing you an injustice if I didn't tell you that they had my attention from the moment I got on. You have a wonderful day."
I was about to walk away when she laughed and said thank you.
Now I also have the worst vision when it comes to shit like talking to a chick and seeing the pure interest or intentions, but that day I was clear as a bell. I saw her interest and pounced. I got her number and told her that I would call her soon.
I waited 2 days, not the customary player 3. We talked about Jazz, my love for Coltrane & The Duke's 'In a sentimental mood'. I played 'be thankful for what you got William Devaughn'. I showed her my mature side; that I was much more than some 26 year old youngster. I was on par with her age as far as my tastes were concerned.
We talked for a couple weeks, and with my job I was only off Sunday and Wednesday. She told me that she had a big clit (this part of the story many of y'all have heard before). She was embarrassed by it because so many men had made fun of her because of it. It was about the size of Vanessa Del Rio's, and like Vanessa this woman was ALL WOMAN. I told her that it was no problem.
Fast forward a week or so, I invited her over to may apartment on Coventry, down the street from Superior. We get to talking, I played some music. I sang as I do and she melted as many women do when I sing.. I got her out of that dress and for the first time in my life I saw grey pubes. She had a grey streak in her manicured soul patch of pubes that was cute, even though she didn't have any grey in her hair, probably because she dyed it.
I got down and picked her up by wrapping my forearm underneath her still firm ass. This woman was a walker because those legs were right with just the right tightness. Many woman don't get that when you get older you must do something more to keep that body right and she had it figured out. With her dress dropping to the floor it revealed an extremely flat stomach with the top two ab muscles showing proving she had worked hard to keep in shape and absolutely no pouch or even a stretch mark that I saw. Suddenly exposed was a black bra which tried desperately, though in vain, to cover her nice C-cups, I laid her on the bed and she kept her black high heels on which I thought was oh so sexy. How a woman of 47 years with three kids maintained this statuesque form is beyond me. Built like a goddess, she was.
I came up to her with my chest on hers, my right hand unwilling to let go of her just oh-so-pretty ass. I looked at the grey pubes and stroked them with my left and came up to nibble on her lip, then her neck and I felt her rock. I rolled slightly to my left releasing the ass bringing the right hand to stroke the soul patch and felt the clit as it throbbed. it throbbed because it must have known that I was going to give it something it had longed for for decades, possibly for as long or longer than I had been alive.
I stroked it once and she shuddered, and I stopped. I wasn't gonna give her one that easy.
She bit her lip as I thrust my tongue inside her mouth forcing her to kiss me, bringing my right hand up to grab the back of her pretty short hair reminiscent of the Toni Braxton cut. Styles like that stay out of style long because the right woman can always rock it.
I grabbed her short hair as I nibbled from her ear to her neck, sucking a little bit - not enough to give an unsightly hickey. My left hand magically undid the strap in one deft move, exposing those fifty-cent piece sized dark areolas that look so sexy on Black women. Her nipples were like the tips of a pinky finger and I put it in my mouth and sucked as I slightly pulled her hair.
I didn't linger there too long. One mistake many young men make is staying too long at the breasts, when there is a time limit, a clock that can go from turned on to turned off if you dawdle there too long. I then kissed her stomach and used my arms to push her up on my king size bed. I had all the room in the world.
Putting my face squarely in the place that every woman wants a man's face to be as often as possible. THe fragrance was some Victoria Secret brand that I did not know the name of, though I had recognized it. I used a position of "The saddle", bringing both my arms from underneath and around her legs. The way I eat pussy I make a broad wanna run it feels so good, and that saddle holds them from bucking me off. So up and at 'em, cowgirl. Let's see what your pretty self can do.
Teaching session - from a pussy eating master
Normally, I use my right thumb to push away the skin covering the clit. For all you rookies, this is important. The clit beneath is the most sensitive, and my licking the clit without pushing back the skin you are inhibiting much of the feeling; however, by exposing it ensures that she cums quicker. Also, you need not worry about the honeypot. If you put your thumb and index finger together this symbolizes a pussy. Where the thumb and index finger meet is the clit, the bottom of the teardrop is the honeypot.
The clit has a feeling of 10, whereas the honeypot has a max feeling of 2, so for the sake of being effective you need not even waste your time there if you are eating a woman's pussy. You can also sacrifice one arm of the saddle, pushing up the skin from the inside and use your middle finger to stroke the underside of the clit from the inside, which should ribbed. Do that while licking and sucking the clit and you will make a woman cum beyond her belief or yours. Most women cannot last more than 5 minutes with me, which is good because my tongue gets tired after too long. Feel free to use this technique, I haven't patented it. Your woman will love me for it and you will hate to give me props but you will; AND it will cut down your eating time in half with the same effect of her reaching climax.
Back to the story, with a woman with an extended clit, if you haven't had one it is utterly amazing. For the men that care about their woman cumming, it makes their job so much easier because they cum so much easier, faster, and most times multiply.
Pushing back the skin of her clit exposed what was almost like a Dum-Dum sucker top. All women's clits are different, just like men's dicks; some are big, some are small, some are huge. Hers, like Vanessa Del Rio's, was huge. I licked that motherfucker like it was a damned Dum-Dum sucker and within 15 seconds a guttural scream of pleasure erupted from the mouth of this sexy Black female as she clinched the bed.
"One," I counted. Hopefully the first of many.
I kept going. alternating between licking and sucking her clit as she moaned, "Je-He-Sus----Go-ah-D," in a staccato pitch. Clinching the bed with her fingers, her pelvis rolled, giving me the clit and attempting to pull it away from me, but I was too wise and did not let it and extended my neck to follow that thing where ever it it went. With the saddle I was more than prepared to give this cowgirl all she could take and then some.
"GOOOOOOOOO-AAAAAAAAAH-DDDDD"
I had stopped counting at five orgasms and I hadn't been going for a minute. She screamed, cried, called out for The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost and I continued to ignore those pleas as any passerby or neighbor would have thought she was being killed and my attempt was to do just that. I wanted to kill any thought, any memory or any man who has ever eaten this woman's pussy. I wanted to have this woman dream of this night for the rest of her natural life.
Another buck came as her pelvis began to mimic an untamed bronco but the saddle held firmly.
Time and time again she bucked, screaming, crying for the Lord and Savior with intermittent cries of "Yes! Yes!" thrown in there as well. She was topping ten, maybe twenty in far less than two minutes of me doing my magic.
As a man, my pride was through the roof sitting on the moon itself. Being the provider of such pleasure and hearing it, feeling it is the sincerest form of flattery and I was far from done.
She let go of the sheets, attempted to find my head. I don't know whether she was trying to kiss me of stop me but her hands could not find me and merely grasped at the air. Then, as if the air wasn't palpable enough, her grip returned to the sheets. Through her screams, cries and pleas the mustang divulged another plan to throw off the rider and release the saddle that restricted her. The woman began to scoot and so I followed refusing to let go.
"Sta-sta-sta," she whispered in yet another staccato tone, but I ignored her. My tongue had the energy of ten men and I admit that I was getting off on her orgasms, not physically, but mentally. Nothing says "Job well done" to a man like a woman's orgasm.
She scooted clockwise around the bed and I was firmly attached to her hips and pelvis as if I was supposed to be there. I felt I was. This is where she wanted me. She wanted to cum, she NEEDED this as all women do.
Clockwise, and clockwise still she scooted around the best, moaning, screaming crying some more as the sheets released their grip on the corners of the bed and went along for the ride. As she continued to scoot I kept at it, licking and sucking her huge clitoris because I was not yet tired.
"I ain't through with you by a damn sight," as Marsellus Wallace said in the movie Pulp Fiction.
Round and round the bed we go 720 degrees and on our way to 1080 when she fell off of the bed and onto the floor 90 degrees short of accomplishing that feat. 990 degrees clockwise around the bed attempting in vain to throw me off as she felt she could not take anymore pleasure. I thought she was wrong because I was willing and able to give her so much more than that.
She fell on the floor between my bed and the dresser shaking like a leave; stuttering for a full minute at least unable to get out a single intelligible word. "Ohmygh. Ohmygh," which was more the likely meant to be Oh my God was all I could comprehend. Her hips still rocked and her lips quivered along with her legs.
I sat up on my elbows watching her from my perch at the edge of the bed smiling. I knew what I had done and I loved every minute of it.
After a few minutes had passed and she stopped shaking as much I helped her up onto the bed with me and she lay in my arms with me smiling like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, literally from ear to ear. I reached down between her legs and halfheartedly attempted to continue messing with the female pleasure center of this gorgeous woman and from somewhere she probably would not be able to tell her arm shot out grabbing my wrist and I let it go with a laugh.
"How many times did you cum?" I asked wondering if she had counted because I lost count at five, resumed counting and saw ten more then gave up all together.
"I lost count at twenty," she laughed. "Damn, boy. Are you sure you are 26? How did you? Where did you learn how to...," the question just hung in the air unfinished. "I've never cum so hard like that in my life. Ever. Oh, my God. boy, what did you do to me. My God. You just...my God."
She reached her hand between her still trembling legs and avoiding the tender spot and felt the damn moisture that I had caused. She leaned over and kissed my wet face, undoubted tasting her sweet self from my lips, and then licked my lips as if to remove any doubt that she enjoyed her own flavor as much as I did.
She reached down and stroked me through my boxers and I was thoroughly erect, but at that point, I didn't need to cum. That night I felt on top of the world. To think that men had criticized this woman for having an enlarged clit as if it was some form of birth defect. Those insecure bastards. I attempted to make up for years of torment she had suffered at the hands of weak men.
"That right there," I said nodding toward her enlarged clit, "Is a blessing. That is a beautiful thing and do not let any man tell you or make you believe otherwise. You hear?" I preached to her to which she smiled and coyly bowed her head, possibly attempting to erase all of those feelings she was forced to feel for so long.
"Baby, I can't take no more tonight." she said of her pretty cat.
I had known when I went as long as I did that I probably wasn't going to be able to actually have sex with that woman on that Sunday night. I was drawn by how far I could take her with my tongue alone, I didn't need to see how much or how hard I could add to that actually having sex with her and I didn't even desire to.
She continued to stroke me, pulling me from my boxers and told me, "Damn, boy. You wore me flat out." She reached with her opposite hand and stroking my testicles with her dark red fingernails as she stroked with the other hand and I came. She bend down to taste me as I had tasted her and it felt so good, though he only took the head in. She came up and kissed my chest and we both fell asleep wrapping ourselves in the bedsheet as it was no longer connected to the mattress.
When we awoke the next morning I walked her to the bus stop and waited with her as her bus arrived and we hardly spoke. I didn't know at the time but we wouldn't be seeing each other again.
Two days later she called and told me how much fun she had. I cooked an eggplant parmesan that we never even got around to eating, though it made the apartment smell fantastic.
She commended me on my musical taste but said that she just could not get over the age factor. I cannot remember if she said that I was a year older or a year younger than her son and that it was a problem for her, so much so that she had to end it. She admitted that had I been ten years older then we would have had something. That was my first MILF experience, a woman 21 years my senior, and I am positive we will both remember it for a very long time.
dick too
to be young and horny 
i was in the same boat i was 20 she look 50ish in clothes and walking dead naked with a son my age but when she took her teeth out and game me the bomb azz head i fukked her like i was trying to give her a heart attack 
