Wendy

A few days after our first date… we were texting while I was at work. My mind was so aroused with the typed words, he started fucking my mind again. I couldn't stop my thoughts, and soon my body was responding. I went to the restroom because I could feel my cunt was soaked. I pulled my pants down, took a picture of my wet panties, and sent it to Terry.

“See what you did?” I texted.

As I told you in the first story, Terry fucks my mind hard, using his words as foreplay. He knows that even if we are texting, I'm feeling the words, hearing his voice, and remembering how his hands felt on my body.

I've never been with a man that when he brings me to orgasm, I come so fucking hard I lose focus on what he says and what happens. Fortunately, his mind is sharp and very detail-orientated. He remembers everything.

A week later, I was horny and getting very sexually frustrated. I missed Terry. We had already agreed that this would remain casual between us. He wanted me to experience all the sexual freedom I could. He knew that I had been in a sexless marriage and that I needed to fuck for the pure joy of it without being restricted. But I craved his touch, his mouth, his hands on me.

He encouraged me to join a few dating sites. So, I took his advice and joined one. I started talking to a guy who wanted to take me out on the following Sunday. I agreed and was looking forward to the date. We talked on the phone multiple times, and I felt like the chemistry was there between us.

The day of the date… nothing. No text, no call. If any man thinks I'm chasing him or going to beg him, he is in for a rude awakening. In a bad mood, I deleted that dating app and joined Plenty of Fish, another dating app. I was getting strikes one after the other from a lot of local guys. A few wanted to meet right away.

And fuck me, I was tempted because it was a boring cold Sunday, and I had no date. I just kept getting more and more pissed off. But like a bright beautiful ray of sunshine poking through a dark cloud, Terry texted me.

I told him how I got ghosted and that I joined another dating site and was thinking about meeting a new guy who lived in my town. And I told how fucking horny I was.

He could tell how sexually frustrated I was. “Wendy,” he said. “I’ll come get you. Don't do anything fucking stupid. You have thirty minutes.”

“Yes please!” I texted back, my pussy instantly getting wet. I jumped up out of my chair with my mind buzzing with all sorts of sexy thoughts. All I know is that Terry makes my body become a fucking sloppy mess, and he was going to fuck me again.

I didn't have time to shower. I put on a pair of purple panties, a matching bra, jeans, and a low-cut sweater. I tossed a red, see-through sexy little thing into my purse, just in case. I was just finishing my make-up as his always freshly washed black truck pulled into my driveway. I grabbed my purse and practically ran out the door.

Terry was smiling as he opened his truck door for me. “You fucking horny little sex maniac,” he said, kissing me hard. And then he slapped my ass hard and whispered in my ear. “You have no idea what you're in for.”

My pussy started dripping onto my fresh panties.

Terry

This is part two of the story. It’s my turn to tell you my point of view. But first, I want to go back to the beginning of the story.

I am a bachelor, divorced with two grown sons. So, I've been on dating sites and mostly disappointed. I know this holds true for women, but I found many women posting pictures that are years old… and maturity was not their friend.

I have talked to and met women my age who were sexually fucking hot. But what makes a woman fucking hot? They know their bodies and what turns them into fuck machines. Older women are very willing to please their partner but desire to be pleased first.

This is where chemistry either begins or isn't there.

You have to observe a woman and, most importantly, listen. Dopamine is a chemical in our brains that responds to pleasure, which turns into a craving that must be satisfied: Foods, activities, and sex.

This describes Wendy. When she feels that chemistry, her mind takes over her body. She might think she's in control, but her mind has switched gears. As you read in the first story, I saw her let go of the control. I felt her body submitting to me. It was beautiful to witness, especially knowing Wendy is an alpha female. She was totally into her feminine energy and my masculine energy.

Listen, Wendy wants to be manhandled. She wants her nipples pinched, bitten, and her ass slapped hard. Put some teeth on her clit and finger fuck her cunt like you own her. Guys, if you think with your dick, you will never experience a woman in all her femininity. Ever.

I was browsing a dating site when I saw Wendy's profile. Wendy is easy on the eyes and has this white highlight in her hair that caught my attention. Her brown eyes sparkled in the picture. I was wondering what secrets she held locked away, and it was a bonus that she lived close. She was worth looking into further.

As I read her profile, something else stood out to me. Wendy wrote erotica. I will admit that I haven't read much of that. My perverted, naughty mind peaked with interest. After sending a message, a few days would pass before she responded. I shared with Wendy my intrigue about her writings.

During the days we chatted a lot, and yes, each conversation became more and more sexual. I often asked if her nipples were tingling, if her clit was throbbing, and if her cunt was wet.

Wendy told me about a guy on the dating site who was 45 years old. He had told her that he wanted to fuck her. “I’ll rock your world,” he had said.

I thought to myself, he has no fucking clue who he’s talking to. That motherfucker couldn't rock a chair. I felt a surge of protectiveness, but I didn't say this to Wendy. I was hoping she didn't give him a chance to try. He was way out of his class to move on a mature, sexually charged woman like Wendy. Thankfully, I found out a few days after our date that she had blocked him.

Our conversations always made my cock hard. Our minds began to intertwine with our hot sexual interests. Wendy used words that sexually excited me. “Oh fuck, that sounds hot,” she’d say, and “My pussy is so fucking wet.” She would tell me how she uses her vibe almost every night and how her cunt was craving to get fucked.

We exchanged pictures. I could see her big fucking tits, and, fuck, my mouth watered. But, let me tell you, they are so motherfucking better to suck and bite. She sent me a pussy picture that she has in her private collection. It showed succulent, puffy cunt lips that needed lots of sucking and nibbling. And I got the pleasure of tongue-fucking her juicy cunt.

We continued to talk and set a breakfast date for Saturday. I picked Wendy up at her home, opened my door, hugged her, helped her into my truck, and off we went. Wendy's son lives there, and he was not going to see his mom kissed.

I could only hold back for about half a mile down the road. I stopped and gently pulled her head toward me and kissed her. When I say she has the softest lips, you better believe that. The first kiss was passionate, and she didn't hold back. Our tongues touched, and I felt my cock harden. I didn't want the kiss to end, but I was a gentleman. I know that long, wet kiss made her panties damp with come-fuck-me juices.

We decided to go to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Helping Wendy out of my truck, I couldn't help myself because I wanted to taste her again. I pulled her into me, hugged her tightly, and kissed her again. She moaned as my tongue found hers, and I held her even tighter against me, savoring the feeling of her warm, soft body in my arms. I moaned during the kiss when I felt her luxurious big breasts against me. Fuck, she made me so motherfucking horny that my cock was hard in my jeans.

Reluctantly, she broke the kiss first. “Handsome, I'm too old to go to jail.”

I laughed so hard, took her hand and we made our way into the restaurant. I'm not going to lie; I was proud to be there with her. I could feel her sexual energy. Her eyes darken when she's aroused, and I noticed all the little signs that said she was primed for fucking. I knew for sure her juicy pussy was wet and throbbing.

After breakfast, she suggested we just go for a drive. My mind was set to use all my sexual prowess to have fun with her.

Thank you, readers, of Lush, for letting me introduce myself to your wonderful community. Since the time this story was published, Wendy has made me a member. Now, on with the story. Your turn, Wendy.

Wendy

Okay. Let's recap.

Terry had just pulled into my driveway. He smelt amazing. He whispered in my ear, “You have no idea what you are in for, you sexy cunt.” Then he slapped my ass hard.

“Terry”, I said in a soft submissive voice. “I crave you in the worst way.” He made a sound somewhere between a growl and a sigh. Like I just made him hard, and he needed to fuck me. We weren't even out of my driveway, and he had his hand down my shirt. I loved it.

His hands are big and strong, and he knows exactly how to tease my nipples into hard peaks. I could feel my pussy starting to contract with its little bursts of electricity shooting through me. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning or from closing my eyes. I loved him touching me.

“Wendy, baby, I hate to interrupt but let me tell you this part.”

“Okay, handsome. Go ahead.”

Terry

It's like having an addiction to sex. After a few days of not getting a fix, the brain tells the body, “You can taste it, and you need to have what you crave.” Sex is very similar.

When you have a mind like Wendy’s, your cravings become intense.

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” I told her.

That's the time it takes to drive to her home, then thirty minutes back to my place where we satisfy our craving. Then thirty minutes back to her house and thirty minutes to home for me. She's so fucking worth every minute.

But I was going to make her pay for it.

I know Wendy likes being manhandled hard. She likes her tits grabbed, teeth on her nipples, teeth biting her clit, pulling her hair, and more. And I love being the man doing it.

Wendy got into my truck. “Have some orgasms,” I told her.

She said she wanted to wait until we got to my place. Her mind was so fucking turned on; no way that would work. I took one finger and touched her neck lightly, causing her body to twitch. Rather than grabbing her hair, I took a few strands and pulled lightly. She moaned. Then I pulled those strands hard. Wendy’s eyes close during experiences like this. She gets so lost when I fuck her mind that she loses touch with reality while feeling everything to its maximum degree.

I pulled a few more strands, harder and harder. Keep in mind I'm driving down the damn highway. Her breathing changed, and, boom, an orgasm! Oh, I'm not done. Then… surprise time. I took her hand and brought it near my mouth. My tongue touched her pinky finger, slowly sucked it, and took her finger with my teeth. Net I went to her ring finger, licking, sucking, and raking it with my teeth. Then her middle finger. The same finger she’d slid in her cunt while in my truck when I told her I wanted to taste her fuck juices.

I licked all the way down, and she shoved her finger hard in my throat like she was fingerfucking my mouth. As I sucked her index finger, she jerked, moaned loudly, and orgasmed.

When we reached my home, her pussy was soaked, and her mind was on fire. In my bedroom, I undressed, and she took her top off, revealing her monster fucking tits. I had to suck them. She slid her panties and pants off, lay on her back, and spread her legs.

It’s always hot when a woman opens her legs. No words are needed to say, “My cunt is yours to eat, lick, fuck, come on.” I dropped to my knees and sank my teeth into her engorged clit. She screamed in pure erotic euphoria.

At the same time, I finger fucked her cunt. She was so motherfucking wet, and I had already put a thick towel under her. Then came the explosion and a drenching orgasm.

I knelt between her smooth legs. “Wendy, my cock wants to French kiss your pussy.” I took my cock and played with her big, puffy pussy lips and slid my cock head up and down her dripping slit. Then, I slowly slid into her wet, welcoming, ready-to-fuck pussy.

She loves a lot of dirty sex talk. “Fuck me, Wendy,” I said, picking up the pace with more hard hip motions. “Come on, give me a hard motherfucking. I'm gonna come. Give me a fuck.”

I screamed. “I'm gonna come in your fucking cunt. Fuck me.” My cock swelled and then drained inside her. Wendy's pussy sucked every drop of my warm come.

I moved near her face. “Wendy, lick my cock off.” She held my cock gently, licked the shaft, and head, and sucked my balls clean.

We lay still for a few minutes, still touching each other. We kissed. I was spent, but soon we got up and dressed. I drove her home. As she was getting out of my truck, she leaned over and kissed me. I held her for a few minutes, and then we said goodbye.

We both ended the day physically, emotionally, erotically, and sexually satisfied.

I'm starting to feel that craving again…

Wendy

Thanks, Terry, for leaving me with the ending.

Terry reignited my passion for writing. He is a sexy man with an amazing sexy mind. Without having met him, I would be in a dark, lonely place. I enjoy him and his company immensely.

Our third date is planned and, by the time this is published, will have happened!

Stay tuned for more.