How I Met Your Mother, Part III

By the time I pushed Jeannette against her couch, she already had one leg out of the romper. Her breasts swayed as she tried to quickly move out of her outfit. I couldn't help but notice she wasn't wearing panties, either.

Was she expecting me? Was she expecting someone? Or is this just how she chills at home?

I didn't spend too much time considering the options. I was too intend on getting my cock free.

She leaned back toward the arm on the far end and lifted her leg up and around me. Her pussy opened. It was pink and swollen with a thin patch of grey-blonde hair that furried over her promised land. Her pussy looked good enough to eat.

So I tried to have a taste.

I got two licks in, which made her jump and giggle.

"That tickles" she said between cackles. She let out a screech and then giggled "stop!"

I wished I could have really had a taste because when I tell you Jeannette's pussy smelled good, I mean it smelled so good.

But she was already pulling me up from her ticklish spot. She wasn't about foreplay.

"Get what you came for," she said, in the most serious voice I ever heard her use to that point.

I went right for her tits. Heavy, full orbs with wide, pink areolas that just begged to be sucked. I thought about tit-fucking her, but after her reaction to my attempts to eat her pussy, I decided not to waste any more time.

I moved between her thighs and she took my cock in her hand.

"Be gentle, it's....it's been a while," she said.

I let her do the work. She played with her pussy with my cock, breathing deeply as she ran it along her slit. I pushed gently until I felt my head split her folds. She let go of my cock and put her hands over her head and moaned.

I slid into her. She let out a long "Ohhhhhhh."

I fucked Jeannette carefully. I didn't thrust. I didn't slam my balls against her. I just ran my cock in and out and sucked her tits as she moaned.

My balls started churning and I knew it was a matter of time. Bareback is the best feeling, but it leads to quick ejaculations.

I wondered if I could go inside her. I mean, she was, what, almost 60?

I decided not to test fate.

When I felt my balls ready to blow, I rose up, lifted her hips and fucked her deep. She started moaning loudly. I felt heat from inside her. I looked down as she closed her eyes and watched her big tits swish up against her chin and down. Her moans were deep.

She suddenly grabbed me as if to say "Do NOT stop now."

The problem is, I was about to blow my load.

I tried pulling out, but she grabbed my waist and held me inside her. She started shaking.

She let out a long, deep moan. I felt her pussy quivering around my cock. It felt amazing.

So amazing that it was too late to pull away.

I filled Jeannette with two bursts of cum before she let go. I pulled out and the rest shot onto her tummy pouch and under her tits.

We were both trying desperately to catch our breaths. Cum just kept shooting out of me. I'd never experienced something like that before.

"Oh fuck" was all I could say.

Finally, the cum subsided and I laid next to her on the couch. We were both naked. Both covered in sweat and cum.

We were both exhausted.

Jeannette got up and got some paper towels from the kitchen island. She stood naked in her home, wiping cum off her tits as if she was cleaning a stain from a shirt. She tossed me the roll and asked, "Are ya hungry?"

Hell yeah.

Jeannette put on an apron that read "Kiss the Cook" -- I shit you not -- and began to whip up homemade buttermilk pancakes.

It was almost 8 p.m. The ladies down the block had already finished their walk. Perhaps they even heard some noise coming from Jeannette's house.

Perhaps they wondered what it was. Perhaps they knew.

Perhaps I could be bold with them one day and see if it leads somewhere.

But for now, Jeannette was bending over putting our dishes in her dishwasher. She was still just wearing the apron. Her ass beckoned me.

I got up from the table and moved behind her.