Boldly accept.
From Create Your Own Story
At the sight of your member getting completely rigid again, the woman grins widely. "Ooh, so I turn you on? I'm glad I'm not too old for your tastes," she coos, pulling her fingers out of her throbbing, dripping flower to lick them clean with her tongue. Even though she is a mature woman, age has had very little effect on her appearance, aside from a few wrinkles on her face and just a bit of sag on her curves, which actually gives her a motherly charm. Who could possibly say no to the sight in front of you?
You practically dive onto the brunette as she squeals with lust, clumsily guiding your hard-on into her dark red hole and wildly pumping your hips into her. You slam all of your length as deep as it can go, before shallowly withdrawing it only so that you can feel the incredible sensation of going balls deep in her slippery, warm, twitching flesh once more. Her entire form, tan and voluptuous, dripping with beads of musky sweat that glitters with the low glow of the embers of the fire, is painfully erotic. You are so engrossed in it, and pounding her so hard, that you do not even think to grope any parts of her body, both your hands planted on the bedroll beside her chest so that you have the most leverage possible. She moans as you jackhammer her relentlessly, holding onto your back with her hands, her momentous breasts jiggling back and forth from the force of your thrusts.
"Gods! You're fucking me so hard!" Saate gasps, staring at you with a happy blush on her face. Her plush walls contract and squeeze around you appreciatively, causing you to grunt and groan and fumble your rapid rhythm. You quickly reorient yourself and continue, slightly embarrassed. "Oh, it feels so good, doesn't it? Poor little Iolaus, you don't have to try to endure it. You can let it all out whenever you want!"
Your face, contorted with strain, is all the reply you can give as your body stiffens up, your balls throb upwards, and you blow a stream of seed into the alluring woman, who gasps and pants with need. After your orgasm recedes, you collapse on top of her, out of breath and sore from the physical exertion. Your face rests on her squishy bosom, and she strokes your hair gently as her folds continue to ripple around your shaft. You feel guilty for failing to satisfy her, but the fuzzy warmth in your gut and heart is so good that you can deal with it.
"Great job, little one! I almost came! And your eyes went all purple again. I wonder what that means?" Saate says, but you can barely hear her over the sound of her thumping heart. Oddly enough, you feel yourself hardening again, despite your exhaustion. Moreover, you think you feel something tingly going on in your sack, but when you pull out and glance down at it to check, there is nothing unusual going on. "What are you looking at? Oh my, your cute little cock is already hard again? Well! I suppose there's only one thing that can done about that! You might as well take me again, my dear Iolaus!"
You swallow nervously, but she is right, you can feel that electric desire for her building up in you again. Then again, how could you not be, with this beautiful widow before you, so sexy and sensuous and passionate? Even though you are still new to this sex thing, and do not understand it all that well, you get the feeling that you could spend countless hours with this woman and still want more.
Fueled by bestial lust, despite the awkwardness of your inexperience, you pound the woman several more times, pushing her over the edge at least twice. The purple glow in her eyes seems to brighten with each climax, which you might be concerned with if you weren't busy with the intercourse. No matter how many times you ejaculate, you seem to still desire more, so you indulge in her flesh endlessly, and she teaches you how to pleasure a woman over time with her sultry voice.
"Goodness, your eyes are positively glowing purple now!" she notes aloud after you blow your load in her for the fifth time. You have gotten rather tired of hearing that. You don't feel different or anything, though your testes do tickle a bit now. You pull out of her and collapse on the bedroll beside her, your entire body utterly weary from all the exertion. Even though she ought to be fairly tired by now as well, Saate rolls onto her side, facing you, resting her head on her hand and reaching out to tenderly rub you on the inner thigh with her other fingers.
"Poor boy, you must be so tired, but I'm very proud of you for being such a trooper!" she says, elongating the last word musically. As if automatically responding to the stimulation, your sore member grows erect once more. You both glance at it, and Saate raises an eyebrow. "Hmm? Was it this big when we started?" she asks, reaching out to touch it. You realize she's right - it does look to be several centimeters longer, and one or two more girthy than you remember. Her soft fingers on your shaft are all it takes for it to throb painfully, and you wince from how sensitive you are, yet you notice that you cannot seem to take your eyes off of her, and you are getting aroused again.
WIP
