Not as Young as I Used to Be

Opalina gave me a challenge, and I’m not one to back down. She wants me to show her how much of a man I’ve become, huh? Well, I’m ready to give her what she wants. The sexual tension between us has been boiling over all day. A handjob and a titfuck haven’t been enough to sate my desire for her, and she knows it.

I entirely remove her fuzzy purple robe amid passionate kisses, leaving her with nothing but her tiny negligee left to cover her erotic curves. My lover follows along with my lead, teasing me by rubbing my excitable manhood through my pants before showing me mercy by unbuckling my belt. An enthusiastic kick or two later, and my pants are fully removed.

The witch giggles at the sight of me in such a hurry before wiggling her finger at the nearest light. Through magic, Opalina dulls the many flickering candles in our room and changes their color from morbid blue to a much more passionate red meant to draw out our need for each other’s bodies. It has the intended effect, and I feel even more drawn to my beautiful lover than ever before upon seeing her in this sensual lighting.

We start off slow, kissing each other and groping anything we can get our hands on. Our lips perform a delicious wet dance while I explore Opalina’s breasts and curvy hips. At the same time, she runs across my chest and squeezes my cock, tantalizing it bit by bit and making the pressure grow. As good as her teasing feels, I want to take the initiative.

My lips press against her neck as I scoot my body down, giving her a trail of kisses along the way. I work past her exposed midriff down to the black, lacy thong, barely able to hide her sweet cleft. “Such a gentleman,” Opalina teases, guessing at my intentions.

“You worked very hard to give me this opportunity, and I want to show you how grateful I am for it.” I slide down her enticingly skimpy panties, revealing the feminine slit already starting to trickle from our brief foreplay. It smells wonderfully inviting, thanks in part to Opalina’s magic, I’m sure.

Then, I take her by surprise and lift Opalina up off her back so that her hips are pressed against my chest. Her torso remains on the bed, while the rest of the mature woman is held up entirely by the strength of my arms. Opalina didn’t expect this but is swept away by my initiative and can hardly say a word in response when I start eating away at her twitching cunt.

I start soft, giving her glistening flesh a full-on kiss that leads to a gentle lick up the length of her slit. The self-styled ‘old lady’ grabs onto the sheets out of compulsion and moans. “Oh, goodness...!” Opalina whimpers as my skilled tongue starts exploring both sides of her meaty labia lips.

“Dear, you’re starting out so... mnn... aggressive. None of the other girls I’ve ever been with have held me up like this...” Opalina giggles, knowing full well her comment will draw out a bit of petty jealousy from me. It has the exact outcome she wanted, and I wrap my arms around her hips even tighter to fully dive in.

She shrieks as I invade her inner walls, taking my first sip of her honey’s sweet source. I feel her fleshy bumps on both sides of my tongue, so I swirl around them, poking and dragging against every part I can. Opalina’s enjoyment starts to rise, and her hips buck side to side like waves crashing. For all the benefits her magic gives her, physically, she’s still only a thirty-year-old woman. With my strength and a little bit of practice, I’m able to wrangle Opalina’s wild outbursts and keep her steady for the best tongue-fucking of her life.

With one hand, I’m able to quickly peel back the hood of Opalina’s swelling clit, the other hand carefully keeping her in place. Now that it’s exposed, I start work clit teases into my routine. At first, I only give them to her slowly, mixing in little licks of her clit amid exploratory lashes of my tongue. Opalina twitches and squirms after every last lick, and the look on her face grows more pleasured yet more frustrated by the second.

“Gods...” She groans, grabbing her left breast in her hand and sinking her hand down into it. “Stop... fucking around...!” Opalina adorably whines at me, unused to me having a small amount of power over her. Before she gets it in her head to flip it around on me, I ramp up my oral aggression and finally bring her to her first orgasm of the night.

A wet, velvety scream echoes out in the stony halls as she throws in all sorts of embarrassing messages for whoever’s listening. She tells me no other man can pleasure her like this and how she doesn’t want any other man. I can’t believe she’s using this opportunity to hammer home her unavailability to Duke Gloomcrest. Still, I’m too busy almost being drowned in her pussy juices to complain. I think the poor man got Opalina’s message a lot earlier on in the day, anyway.

As my beautiful, curvy Goddess starts coming down from her climax, she no doubt expects me to go easy on her or let her down. Little does Opalina know, I had the cunnilingus crash-course of a lifetime the night before. Thanks to the wringer Snow put me through, my jaw feels like it might as well be made of iron. No, there’s no stopping me now.

Opalina starts howling as when after a brief respite, I pick up my assault on the sweet, tangy pussy shoved against my lips. Doubling down on every single attack in my arsenal, I move my hand further north so that my thumb can start mashing around her clit whenever I’m not licking it. Knowing she can’t escape my grip, Opalina instead plays into it and starts squishing my lucky head between her absurdly thick pair of thighs. Sure, breathing is harder, but I’m not going to let her get the best of me. She wanted me to show her my manliness so I won’t back down from any obstacle she puts in my way.

After another minute of merciless clit-teasing and swirling my tongue like a tornado inside her pink tunnel, Opalina cums again even harder than her first. She screams even more embarrassing things out for the Duke and Abigail to listen to as she squirts out a messy puddle of feminine fluid directly into my tongue. As hard as it may be, I gratefully slurp up every drop while fighting for air between the powerful pressure of her thighs.

Once Opalina settles down a second time, she must have expected me to stop because she lets down her guard. With her meaty legs no longer threatening to pop my head off like a cork, I take in a deep breath and set to work a third time. Opalina’s eyes go wide when she realizes I wasn’t done. “Sweetheart, n-no!” She screams as her head rolls back into the pillow behind her. “I can’t take this a-any... more...!”

Seems she’s still intent on playing up for the crowd. Oh well, this one will be fast. I mash her clit, I lick her every inner inch, over and over and over again. Opalina can’t hold herself back. She keeps yelling at me to let her go, that she can’t keep this position up for long and that she’s just an old lady. I’m wise to her tricks, however, and I push on regardless until hurtling her onto that sweet third orgasm which is accompanied by the booming sound of her spine cracking under pressure. Opalina screams from actual pain, and I realize right now she wasn’t just showing off.

She actually meant she couldn’t take it.

Right away, I stop what I’m doing and put Opalina gently down onto the bed. “Shit, shit, shit...” I apologize in a panic. “I’m sorry, I thought you were playing it up!”

Opalina lays lifelessly on the bed, her face a mix of abject pleasure and regret. “Just because I’m magically young, Dear... doesn’t mean my body can automatically handle adventurous things like... that...” She groans, although a hint of joy still rings throughout her trembling voice.

And here, I thought Zutiria had problems with flexibility. Mages. “Don’t you usually put spells on your back to keep it from bothering you?” I ask, almost to defend myself.

“Yes, but they only protect my spine from the weight of my chest. Not from exotic sex poses that border on being contortionist...” She giggles tiredly yet is still very much in pain. “Give me your hands, Dear.”

Without questioning her intentions, I give her my hands, and she mumbles some spell or other under her breath that I don’t quite catch. As a result, my hands start to feel incredibly warm. Opalina then painfully flips onto her tummy and lifts her negligee over her back. “Now comes the real test of manliness,” She teases. “Let’s see how your backrubs are coming along.”

“Why the magical boost? Don’t you have confidence in my skills?” I ask when placing my hands onto the flat of her back. She whimpers at my heated touch and proceeds to melt as I put pressure into her spine.

“I want to make sure I heal up the right way, and it’s much more fun to make you do it than to just handle it myself...” Opalina smirks as she looks over her shoulder, urging me to do my best once again. Since it was my fault in the first place, I set off to fix the problem, and I give the old gal one hell of a backrub. Opalina purrs like a cat amid grunting and groaning, all while I hover over her sumptuous backside.

The naked flesh of her fat, jiggly ass grinds up into me as my glowing thumbs knead the sensitive spots of her spine. This is far from the first time I’ve gone to town on Opalina’s back, but the ones I gave her while growing up were a lot less sensual than this. Opalina surely notices my massive erection digging into the crack of her ass through my underwear as she continually works her hips back up into me from time to time in an attempt to push me over the edge.

This tortuous teasing continues for another ten minutes. Every slight movement of my hands during the sensual massage earns me another pleasurable grind from my beautiful lover until finally, neither of us can go on with the tension bubbling so much. Opalina looks back at me once more, brushing her long auburn hair out from her face as she says, “Mmmn... nicely done...” She pushes her torso off the bed a few inches and cracks her back left and right. “There we go. Don’t go too crazy now or anything, but I think we can pick right back up where we left off.”

“Hey, I was just trying to show you how manly I am...” I tease her back by pushing my cock even deeper between her cheeks. “And we both know you liked it.”

“I am certainly impressed with your skill, yes... I’m just going to have to work on my rigidity if I want to keep up with you in the future. Maybe I’ll join in when Nikita is helping stretch out little Zutiria?” Opalina smirks, the magic in my hands beginning to fade.

“You better. I want you nice and flexible for me...” I teasingly growl at her with a smug smile. The thought of Opalina wearing some tight-fitting workout clothes while stretching with Zutiria and Nikita only makes me harder, something she notices instantly.

“My, my, my...” Opalina playfully raises her eyebrows. “All that playing around really made you a real monster, hasn’t it? You’re lucky I’m in the mood to let you have your way with me. Otherwise, I’d have to teach you some manners...”

Her wording makes me have intense flashbacks to a cock ring and a certain domineering Catfolk. “Thank the Gods, I’m not in the mood for intense femdom again so soon...” I tell her, knowing how ironic it is since only days ago I was lamenting how I don’t get enough of femdom play in my life.

Opalina giggles as she guesses the meaning behind my words. “Sounds like you need to work off some steam, sweetie. What are you waiting for?” She asks in her low, sexy voice. Opalina reaches behind her and pulls the cheek of her big, juicy butt apart to reveal both her tight asshole and a steaming pussy with my name on it.

I slip out of my underwear and slip into her pussy from behind, unable to wait any longer.

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