My Younger Lover Ch. 8

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Before I continue with my relationship with Derrick, I would like to clarify some things based on some messages and comments I have gotten about my story and even a comment Derrick made after he read chapter six before I posted it.First, yes it is a true story, all of it. Some of the dialogs may have changed out of forgetting what was said between us, but that is all. Also, yes I am still in a relationship with Derrick.Derrick told me that in this chapter and the last chapter, I made him appear as if he was an asshole, with the words and language he used, and did not respect me or women in general. That is not him at all. Derrick is a kind, sweet, and caring young man who has the utmost respect for women. He uses “ma’am”, opens doors for women, rarely curses in front of them in everyday conversations, and treats women, including me, with dignity and respect.I also may have given the wrong impression of myself. I may have made myself sound like I was some desperate lonely old woman who was a whore to give into whatever a man who was willing to have sex with me wanted to do to me. That is not how I am at all. I was not lonely and desperate for sex before Derrick and I started our affair and certainly not some submissive whore. I was happy with my life.Maybe Derrick awoke or reminded me of how much I used to enjoy sex, that is true, and I was and am more willing to explore some sexual fantasies with him and explore his. As my story continues, I hope things about our sex life and our sexual desire for each other become clearer.Some people even commented that Derrick became my “Master” and I am his “submissive” in our relationship. That is not true at all. We have equality in our relationship and he is not my “Master”. There were and as our relationship continues many times I have initiated sex. At times, Derrick could not keep his hands off my body, and at times, I felt the same about his.Yes, as our affair continued, we played out fantasies we both had where I was much more submissive to him, but that was acting out fantasies and not what our relationship is based on.I just want to make the readers understand that, even keeping it in mind in later chapters when Derrick and I explored other sexual desires and fantasies we had.Our relationship is not solely based on sex; yes there is a lot of that, a great deal of sex. We also enjoy cuddling and watching television together or a movie, talking a great deal, playful banter back and forth, and enjoying each other’s company in a non-sexual manner. We have even argued with one another as well.I was not in love with Derrick and never would be; yes I care for him and had even before we started our sexual relationship. True, having sex with him made our bond closer, but it was not love or romance, it is more than sexual also. Derrick feels the same way. He had been crushing on me, thinking of me sexually, but he did not love me or have romantic feelings for me.I didn’t want our affair to end because, in just two separate occasions of us having sex, Derrick had awoken in me a desire I thought was dead. Before we first had sex, or heck, even before we kissed for the first time; sex was not even in my top ten on my priority list. Yes, I thought about it on occasion and masturbated about once or twice a month, but it didn’t consume me or even enter my mind much at all.Now, however, I didn’t want it to stop and my sexual desires came back and they came back with powerful force. Derick being a very good-looking nineteen-year-old boy with a nice body didn’t hurt either. Nor did it hurt that he had a crush on me and had told me that I was a fantasy of his many masturbation sessions. Knowing that he thought of me as he masturbated turned me on and later in our relationship I would ask him what he thought about as he masturbated.At first, he was embarrassed by it and refused to tell me, but when I enticed him by playing with my pussy and clit in front of him, he broke down and told me. Those fantasies I found erotic and helped him live out as well as he helped me live out some of mine, but that comes later in our story.I knew our affair would not last forever and honestly, I gave it about six or seven months before he got bored with me and wanted to date a girl his age. I didn’t begrudge him that and even wanted him to meet a girl his age and fall in love and eventually get married and have a family. Derrick is such a sweet, respectful, honest, and good young man with a lot of integrity and he deserved that.As for me? When our affair ends I would go back to my life just as it was before we started having sex. Etlik Escort I was happy, very happy, with my life. While I still think of my husband at times, I had mourned him and now only had great memories of our life together. I would not go out looking for someone to replace Derrick and would not even start dating someone regardless of how often my daughters pressured me to. I would lose interest in sex again and have fond memories of Derrick and our times together. I was too old to start over again, anyway, after Derrick and I would end our sexual relationship.I had the love of my life for over twenty years and no one can ever replace what my husband and I had together.Yes, I know one day it will end. It will be inevitable. Either I will end it or he will. Right now, however, we are both enjoying what we are giving each other.Why did Derrick fuck me so hard and rough that night and why did I allow it and allow him to do things to me I never would have allowed and found disgusting and even not only allowed him to hurt me but enjoyed it? Why did he say vulgar things to me and why did they turn me on? I can’t answer that, seriously I can’t. At least I couldn’t answer those questions that night. As our affair continued it became much clearer to me as to why.All I knew that night was there was something about that night between us. The first time we had sex it was a surprise for both of us that neither of us planned or thought would happen. But the first time he spent the entire night with me there was a change in the room. It is hard to explain, but it was as if our lusts and desire for one another changed that night. I know that does not make sense or may be hard to understand, but I cannot explain it any better.I hope this clarifies some questions I have gotten and some of the comments on my story. I have bored you enough so back to the first night I spent with Derrick.I cuddled up to Derrick after he had fucked me and placed my head on his chest as I ran my hands over it, enjoying the feel of his soft chest hairs. I had pulled the sheet and blanket over my body and Derrick was lying on his back with only half his body covered by the sheet.I was hoping he was sexually satisfied for the night, but I knew he was not. He was an eighteen-year-old boy and from what I could remember about having sex with an eighteen-year-old they never seemed sexually sated. I was enjoying the cuddling and conversation and enjoying the break of the boy using my body.The sex fluid the boy had ejaculated from his penis onto my chest and lower back and butt was almost all wiped off by the top sheet.After a while of talking and cuddling, Derrick ran his hand to my chest and I flinch when his finger gently pinched my nipple. It was still tender from his previous more painful pinching. As Derrick played with my nipple, I lifted my upper body and started kissing him.As we kissed, I moved to lie on top of my younger lover and Derrick pulled my body up to straddle his chest. The much younger boy put his hands on my butt cheeks and started kissing my breasts and nipples. I moaned out in pleasure and then a louder moan of both pleasure and slight pain when Derrick took one of my nipples between his front teeth and bit down on it. He then held my nipple in his teeth and started to flick his tongue over it while his fingers tweaked my other nipple.I was running my hands through the boy’s hair, which was slightly damp from sweat, and felt Derrick’s other hand slide between my legs. He started running his fingers up and down my pussy slit but did not penetrate me.“Ohh, baby, please fuck me again,” I moaned out. “I want to feel you inside me again.”Yes, my pussy was starting to get sore from the boys’ previous brutal fucking, but I still wanted him inside me one more time before it became much too sore. I ran a hand down between his legs and grabbed his cock, which was erect again. I was not surprised by it being hard. I gripped it gently and started running my hand up and down the shaft.Derrick took his mouth off my nipple. “Suck my cock for a bit first,” he told me.I grinned and nodded and eagerly slid my body down his. Yes, I showed my hypocrisy about enjoying the smell and taste of a man’s penis after he had been inside me but feeling embarrassed when he would put his mouth on my pussy after we had sex.Derrick spread his legs as I moved down between them. I inhaled deeply before I took his cock in my mouth and enjoyed the pungent scent.If readers have not figured this out yet, I have several fetishes I enjoy. Most Keçiören Escort I never acted on or just thought maybe I had since I never acted on them but reading about them in erotic stories and books aroused me and others I have acted out on. One of them is a scent fetish. It is not something new I discovered with Derrick as I would eventually discover some I thought may have been a fetish was a fetish I had. I have had this fetish since I became sexually active or maybe even before that.There is a term for it, olfactophilia, but I refrain from using that term because it includes disgusting smells that I won’t even dignify explaining. What did turn me on was a man’s masculine scent after he had been sweating from the exertion or the smell of our mingled sex on his body and crotch area. His crotch area I found especially pleasing to my sense of smell.After enjoying the aroma I took Derrick’s cock in my mouth and enjoyed the taste as well. I sucked his cock by taking only a few inches in my mouth and running my tongue over the tip to deep throat him several times and licking his scrotum and even his perineum.After several moments of giving him a blowjob, I had to have him inside my pussy. I moved my body to lie on top of the boy once again, sat up straight, ran one hand over his chest, and reached behind myself with my other hand. I took his cock in my hand, lifted my body, and guided Derrick’s penis inside my pussy as impaled myself with his hard cock.It hurt slightly due to the soreness I was already experiencing, but the pleasure was much greater than the pain. Once Derrick was inside me, I sat up and placed my hands on his chest, and started to grind my hips into him. Derrick and I both moaned in pleasure.“Suck your tits,” the boy told me.I smiled and took my right breast in my hand, raised it as I lowered my head, and took my nipple in my mouth and sucked my brown, puffy nipple. It felt very pleasant.“Fuck, that’s so sexy,” Derrick commented as he watched me suck my nipple.Having a lover watching me touch myself and suck my nipple excited me even though there was that amount of humiliation feeling. Another fetish of mine was having my lover watch me masturbate.As I rotated my hips and occasionally lifted my body slightly and then back down on his cock, I was sucking my nipples; alternating back and forth from the right nipple to the left one. All the while Derrick had his eyes focused on me sucking my nipples.Derrick enjoyed the show I was giving him, and the slow fucking I was giving him for a while longer and then he reached up and put his arms around my waist. He pulled me down to him and we started kissing intensely. As we kissed I started moving my butt up and down slowly to continue fucking my young lover and made moaning whimpers into his mouth.Derrick moved his hands to cup my butt and I felt him slide his fingers toward my butthole and then felt a finger press against the entrance to my butt.“No,” I told him. “Don’t do that again.”Derrick removed his finger and put his arms around my back and gripped me tight. He started kissing my neck as I kept fucking him slowly.“Fuck me, Lori,” the boy whispered in my ear. “Fuck me hard.”I started moving my butt up and down faster as I buried my face into Derrick’s neck and started moaning from the pleasure of it. Derrick slid his hands to my butt cheeks again I felt the young boy try to put a finger in my butt. I stopped moving and raised my head and looked down at him.“Don’t,” I told him sternly. “If you try that again I will stop.”“You liked it before,” he said.“It’s gross and I don’t want you to do that again,” I replied seriously.“Ok, just keep fucking me then,” Derrick conceded and moved his hands back up to my back.Satisfied he was not going to do such a disgusting thing to me again, I started fucking him once more.“Harder, Lori,” Derrick commanded me and gripped my body tighter. “Fuck me harder with that pussy.”I did or at least tried to. I moved my butt up and down as fast as I could, I sat up on the boy and started bouncing up and down as he kept encouraging me to go harder, and I even tried to place my feet flat on the bed to fuck him that way. That didn’t work out for me and I couldn’t manage to place both feet flat on the bed. My body was just too old and not as flexible as it once was.After what felt like hours but was only about ten minutes at the most, I finally collapsed on top of Derrick; I was panting, my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest, I was exhausted, and I was glistening with Kızılay Escort perspiration. Southern Ladies don’t sweat; we glisten. Not that I was not getting pleasure from fucking him hard, I was, and a great deal of pleasure. I just was not as young as I used to be.“I…I can’t,” I told him between gasps of air. “I need a break.”Derrick ran his hands through my hair and kissed me. “It’s ok, Lori,” he told me. “I can fuck you instead.”“No, please, baby, I need a break for a moment,” I told him.Derrick just grinned and placed his feet flat on the bed and used the leverage to thrust up into me. I made a loud moaning cry of pleasure as he drove his cock deep into my pussy. Derrick placed his hands on my butt cheeks again and proceeded to fuck me hard once more.Derrick gripped my butt tight, painfully tight, but I didn’t care. As exhausted as I was, I still was enjoying how the boy rammed his cock up into my pussy. I didn’t even bother moving or fucking him back. I just lay on top of Derrick, moaning and crying out to God. Apparently, something I did often.My husband once teased me after a particular hard sex session that I sounded like one of those members of a Pentecostal church. The ones where sermons lasted three or four hours and people would stand up and start speaking in incoherent tongues and the only understandable words out of their mouths were, “oh God” or “Oh Lord”. I thought that was mean and didn’t believe him. After Derrick read this paragraph he laughed and said that was about right.Regardless of how I sounded or what I was screaming out, I was immensely enjoying the pleasure of Derrick’s cock as he was fucking me hard.“I’m going to cum, baby, oh God, baby, I’m going to cum,” I cried out.As I felt the sensation of my orgasm building I also felt Derrick once more place a finger on my butthole and cried out again as he pushed it inside me. This time I didn’t stop him.The anticipation build-up feeling of my orgasm lasted much longer than normal. I don’t know why, maybe because I had already had several orgasms previously. Honestly, I didn’t even care or think about it at the time. I was focused too much on the pleasure I was getting from the sensations of the anticipation of my orgasm, Derrick’s cock ramming up into my pussy like a jackhammer and his finger in my butt.Derrick kept fucking me after I told him I was going to cum, squeezed my butt painfully hard, and started thrusting his finger deep into my asshole and twisting it. All of it felt amazing. I finally had my orgasm.After my orgasm ended, Derrick sat up, still gripped my butt tight, and still had his finger inside it. Again I didn’t tell him to remove it as I hugged him tight and was panting and whimpering.“You like that don’t you?” the boy asked. “You like my finger in your ass don’t you, Lori.”“It’s…it’s gross,” I told him between my pants for air.Derrick chuckled. “You like it anyway,” he said. It was not a question.Here is the truth about Derrick putting his finger and tongue in my butthole. Yes, I found both sensations pleasant and enjoy them, but that does not mean I didn’t think it was disgusting. Also, I was highly embarrassed about enjoying it. Derrick continues to do both to me on occasion and sometimes I even ask him to, but I still find it disgusting and get embarrassed that I also find it very pleasurable.My young lover didn’t wait for me to respond, Derrick knew I was not going to. He finally took his finger out of my butt, slid his hands down to my thighs just above my knees, and lifted them as he pushed me onto my back. My feet got tangled up in the bed sheets but I kicked them loose. Now on my back and with my head almost hitting the footboard of my bed, Derrick started fucking me hard again. I had to place my arms above my head and grab the footboard to once more prevent myself from my head banging on the wood and getting a concussion.After about ten more minutes of him ferociously fucking my pussy, the boy grunted out he was going to cum. Derrick pulled out of me, kneeled over my chest, and pointed his cock at my face. I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue to take his spray of cum in my mouth.Derrick’s ejaculation was erratic and the consistency of his fluid was much thinner and it exploded all over my face and in my hair and some got in my mouth. As I watched the boy ejaculate, a sight I found erotic, I swallowed what little of the thin fluid landed in my mouth and on my tongue as Derrick orgasmed.After Derrick came I lifted my head and took his cock in my mouth and sucked it until it became flaccid. After his penis went soft, Derrick pulled back and lay on top of me panting for air. I let him catch his breath and then gently pushed him off of me.“Go wash your hands,” I told him.Derrick chuckled and gave me a look that read, “Are you serious?” and I was. Every time he used a finger in my butt I always made him get up and wash his hands before I let him touch me with that hand. I still do.