My wild thoughts Part 1 of 5

My wild thoughts
Part 1 of 5

I first met Katie through email. She sent me a note telling me how much she loved one of my stories here on xnxx. I emailed back telling her I appreciated her comments and that I was working on part 2. Well, she emailed back, and I emailed back and pretty soon we were email buddies. I was disappointed when I learned that she lived on the West Coast—I live in North Carolina. When she told me she was eighteen I figured I was much too old for her at 66, but she said no. She preferred older men and she had already had sex with a man in his 50s as well as several in their 30s. So we started emailing several times a day. Mostly our messages were about sex. She wanted to know--what are my favorite positions, how often do I have sex, do I masturbate (silly question), have I ever cheated on my wife? She volunteered a lot about herself—she is very sexual, tight, and usually extremely wet. She also said she loved sex and would do absolutely anything.

After about a week we agreed to talk on the phone. I called her on my cell so there would be no record of the call (I have a prepaid one). “Hi,” I said, “How are you?”

“Sad, it’s raining here and it’s dark and gloomy.”

“I think I can take care of that. Are you right or left-handed?”

“Um…right for most things.”

“Good, put the phone in your left hand. Are you alone?

“Yes, I’m the only one home.”

“Good, now put a finger on your slit. Good… nice and wet, isn’t it? Now stick a finger into your pussy. Put it in all the way. Now in and out, faster and faster… take it out and taste it. You love it, don’t you?”

“Y…yes,” she gulped.

“Can you put two fingers in?”

“No, I’m too tight and too sensitive.”

“OK, now, rub your clit…not too hard. Just tease it…very, very lightly. Getting hot, aren’t you? I am…I’m stroking my big cock. It’s so hard and so hot. I’m jerking it off just thinking about you.”

I could tell she was getting really hot. Her breathing was shallow and irregular. She was moaning in ecstasy. I encouraged her and walked her through three orgasms in less than 45 minutes. Later that night I imagined I was fucking her and jerked off, squeezing my cock really tightly to simulate her tight cunt. When I came, I felt such total relief.

We shared everything and I encouraged her to find someone who would care for her, as well as someone who would fuck her regularly to satisfy her considerable sexual needs. I never thought we would meet because of age and distance. I was wrong.

I flew to a nearby city and rented a car. Katie lives in a really small town, so I took a motel room in a nearby city. We met at the local mall. We looked at each other and fell together like long-lost lovers, which I guess we were.

We hugged for several minutes. I suggested we go to my car, but she had a better idea. We went to her car where she retrieved a small suitcase. Katie was staying over. We walked hand in hand to my car. Once there we couldn’t help ourselves. We fell together in the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. Katie’s tongue was all over mine and her hand went right up the leg of my shorts where she found my bulging cock. I had to stop her.

I didn’t want to cum now and ruin the night ahead of us.

The drive to my motel was charged with sexual energy. We could barely keep our eyes off each other, to say nothing of our hands. Only my fear of an accident and the resultant police report stopped us from groping each other during the twenty-mile ride. I stopped just in front of my room. We walked in, carrying her bag. I took a moment to close the drapes and then I couldn’t wait any longer. We kissed again passionately, with our hands exploring each other. She removed my shirt, scratched my back, and sucked on my nipple. I was in heaven. It was all I could do to stop her so I could disrobe her, dropping her clothes into a pile on the floor. Soon we were in our underwear, my hard cock peeking over the elastic band of my boxers, her nipples pressing against her 38DD bra. Both were off in an instant and we clung to each other thrilled at last by the sensation of our flesh-on-flesh contact. I let Katie fall onto the bed. I knelt before her and spread her legs. I licked her from her ass forward to her clit.

I couldn’t believe how wet she was. It was all I could do to slurp it up. Katie moaned in appreciation as I stuck my tongue into her cunt and fucked her with it.

She gripped my head and pulled it closer in an attempt to force my tongue deeper into her. She threw her head back in ecstasy. “I want to suck you,” she could barely get the words out. I pushed her back, swinging around to 69. I pulled her on top of me so we could attack each other’s sex with our mouths. She took my cock—normally about seven inches, but today, in my hyper-excited state, closer to eight, all the way into her throat. She licked my shaft as I nibbled on her clit. We were both so hot! I couldn’t believe the feelings running through my body. I only hoped Katie was experiencing as much as I was. Suddenly, Katie jumped up and reversed. “I want you in me.” I reached for a condom, but Katie beat me to it. She ripped the wrapper and slowly unrolled it around my dick. “You know I’m really tight. I hope it will fit.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get it in. The condoms are lubed and you’re soaking wet. Just sit on it; it’ll go right in.”

Katie positioned my cock head just below her slit. I took it from her and rubbed the head against her, increasing the rate at which her juices flowed.
Slowly, she lowered herself, easing my cock into her. I’ve had some really tight girls and women during my life, but none like Katie. I could feel her pussy walls squeezing my cock but eventually, we got most of it into her.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Never better… never better,” she groaned. I raised my hips as I prepared my initial thrust. Katie nodded her OK. I pushed up all the way into her heavenly cunt. As I pulled back Katie gripped my shoulders to prepare herself for the oncoming effort. We moved together like we had been doing this for years. The tightness of her cunt combined with the abnormal size of my erection enhanced the wonderful sensations for both of us. Soon Katie was gasping and panting, a symptom I remembered from our phone sex sessions.

Her breathing quickened and became more irregular as she moaned and groaned non-stop. An instant later she rammed her clit into me, threw her head back, and screamed as she reached her release-- what I hoped would be the first of many. She collapsed into my arms where I gently kissed her cheeks and lips.

We rested for almost a half hour; my cock still embedded in her pussy. She roused herself. “Ready?” I asked. A nod was all it took to get us back into action. Again, Katie rocked on my cock, grinding her sensitive clit into me. She was turning herself on, faster and hotter than I thought possible.
 
Her pussy was squeezing me, sending jolts of sexual energy through my body. This was what fucking was all about! How incredible that I had to travel across the continent to learn about the ultimate pleasures of sex from a girl less than one-third my age. Again, Katie’s breathing became ragged, her motions irregular. She was rapidly approaching her second orgasm. I expected it to be only a fraction of the first, but I was wrong. It appears something had exploded within her. Her body spasmed uncontrollably until she screamed again, arched her back forcing my cock deep within her, and feel drained into my arms.

I caressed Katie’s head, kissing her tenderly. “Why don’t we stop for now? We can grab a bite to eat and pick up where we left off after.”

“Do we have to? I’m having such a good time. And what about you? You haven’t cum yet.”

“Don’t worry about me. We can take care of that later after I’ve made you cum five times.”

“Five times? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.”

“You’ll be OK, trust me. I think we need a shower. Let’s go.”

“You mean both of us?”

“Yeah, there’s a stall shower. It’ll be tight, but it’ll be fun.” We squeezed into the shower, barely making it. I couldn’t soap myself, but I could soap Katie.

And she could do me. Too soon we were clean and drying off. We dressed and headed out for dinner. I had reservations for Ruth’s Chris, the exclusive steak house. We got plenty of strange looks from the other diners but what did we care? We made like lovers, which we were. One diner had the audacity to say “Tsk” as he walked by. In other circumstances, I might have hit him, but I couldn’t afford the publicity. Besides, what did I care if he approved or not?

After dinner, I suggested a movie. Katie looked at me with a funny smile on her face, “I think that’s a great idea, I know just the movie.”

Naturally, it was some chick flick, but I didn’t care. When we walked through the lobby Katie excused herself to the lady’s room. When she came out, I had the feeling something was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. We entered the theater, and I started in the third or fourth row. Katie led me to the back. We were just seated when the previews started.

That’s when it hit me—what was different? When she entered the lady’s room, Katie was wearing white (I don’t know what they’re called) leggings, tights, or pantyhose. Now her legs were bare. Thinking back to that sly smile I figured something was afoot and I was right. A minute or two later I felt Katie’s hand on my belt buckle. She pulled the belt to open it. “What are you doing?” I asked.

To be conyinued