Finding Myself
written by:
Jayson Kay

If you're looking for something fast and easy this may not be the story for you... I tried to write something a little more personal and in depth, I hope you enjoy. As always, feedback is welcome.

FINDING MYSELF Jayson (Queiron) Kay

After I graduated college I worked for a large corporation for the better part of four years. There, I've said it. It's not something I'm proud of, and it's certainly not something I enjoyed at the time.

I had student loans bearing down on me, and a sense that it was time for me to do some growing up.

I had watched my mother struggle to raise my sister and me, by herself, through blue collar jobs with a determination that can only be found in a first generation Mexican immigrant.

The kind of jobs she worked took a lot of blood sweat and tears, but gave little in return as far as monetary compensation. What these jobs did provide, was the opportunity to work as many hours as her calloused hands could work.

She spent a lot of hours cleaning offices in the hopes that she could give me the opportunity to one day be the guy that people clean for.

She never sat me down and said, "Look you have to go to college, and you have to become some rich corporate hot shot..." That's just what I felt she wanted.

So when I got offered the corporate gig, I accepted. There I was, the son of an immigrant, in a suit and tie, being called sir.

On the surface it all sounds like the happy end to a fairy tale success story; the American Dream come to life. But the truth was something different, something below the surface, something hidden a little deeper.

I was very unsure with how I would fit in this corporate world. It was new and uncomfortable. But anything worth doing is worth doing right, so I poured all my energy into the job. I tried to always be the first to arrive, and the last to leave. After a while, it started to feel more normal and not so foreign to me.

Maybe my life wasn't fun, but I was making money and I was, by the American Dream standards, a success.

I spent many a Friday night, alone in my office, glued to my laptop, oblivious to the world around me. It was on one of those Friday nights that I began to question just who I had become, and where my life was headed.

On this particular night, I had been going on only 3-4 hours of sleep and I must have dosed off as I typed away. I was woken by the sound of a vacuum getting closer and closer, until finally it was right outside of my office door.

The cleaning crew usually came in around 10-11pm. Even though I worked late, I was usually gone by that time, but there had been a few occasions where I passed them on my way out. Perhaps cleaning "crew" isn't the proper description. After all it was only 2 people. An older man and what I assumed to be his wife. Once or twice I had seen a younger girl with them, maybe about my age, and I figured that to be the couple's daughter, but that was just conjecture on my part because I had never actually spoken with them.

To the relief of my ears, the vacuum cut off. That was followed by a light tap on my door.

I tried my best to call out that the door was open, but because I had just woken up my voice did not cooperate.

Finally, the door cautiously swung open. "Hellooo?" the old man called out as he peered into my office.

We made eye contact and I motioned him to come in.

"I vary sorry senor, I mean, Sir," The old man began, "I oney be few minute." The man apologetically explained in his heavy accent.

"No, no it's okay," I responded, my voice finally cooperating.

I noticed his name tag said Javier. I had he assumed he was Hispanic, but I had never actually seen his name tag before.

I felt a little strange that we had passed each other many times yet had never spoken. We were of the same race and my mother worked a similar job, but we had never talked.

As Javier dragged his vacuum into my office, I decided to break the ice by asking about the woman that was always working with him. but I asked him in Spanish.

The man froze and looked at me with a confused look, "Jew speaky panish?" the man asked me in broken English (You speak Spanish?).

"Claro que si," I responded. (Of course)

We went on to have a 20 minute conversation. It turns out that older lady that worked with him, was indeed his wife.

He was working alone that night, however because she was home sick. The younger girl I had seen with them on occasion was not their daughter but his wife's niece. She only helped out when they needed to finish early and get to their day: Custodians at a local middle school.

Although we had a very friendly conversation, it left me feeling bothered and confused.

My father had been white, so I'm fairly light skinned. But still, Javier was a very personable and sweet man, so it wasn't my skin color that had kept him from speaking to me. He had not spoken to me previously because to him I was not approachable. In short, I had become the many people who had let my mother clean their house, but had not seen her as an equal, if they even saw her at all.

Had we spoken, he would have been surprised to know we had more in common than he could have imagined. But I hadn't spoken to him.

In fact I never noticed him. I only thought about him when I saw him, and I never even took the time to know his name.

What had I become? This man could have been my uncle, or my grandfather. His wife could have been my aunt, or even my mother. I didn't have to hear Javier's life story to know it was the same story as many of my relatives.

What was my excuse for not noticing someone like that?

I had none. The next day I called in sick and missed work for the first time in a long time. I went to my mother's house and we had a long talk. She was very proud of me, but more than anything, she wanted me to be happy.

Thanks to her hard work, I had received a fine education and financial success. But if that meant that I had to lose a part of my soul then I wanted no part of it.

With my mother's blessing, I turned in my two weeks notice the very next day.

After some soul searching, I was able to pinpoint that the last time I had been truly happy was my Junior year of college when I worked the night shift at a gas station.

It was an easy job. I was aloud to study, write papers, and pretty much do whatever I wanted as long as I didn't fall asleep.

My responsibility was minimal, and so was my pay. But I didn't care. It was the first time in my life that I didn't dread getting up and driving to my place of employment.

It was a job, but it didn't feel like work, it didn't feel like a chore.

Now, given my student loans and car payment, going back to that gas station wasn't exactly practical, so I came to the conclusion that I needed to find a job that didn't feel like work. I had saved up enough money to go a few months without working, so I was determined not to feel rushed. At the same time, the lease on my luxury apartment was about to end, and applying for a new place to live can be a lot harder when you can't show a valid place of employment!

My plan was to go visit some friends in the town where I went to college.

After that, I would begin looking for a job that more suited me, or the 'me' that I hoped to be. If that makes sense...

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My trip back to my college town was pretty uneventful. I was hoping that it would feel like a homecoming, but things had just changed so much.

My friends, a married couple who I hadn't seen since graduation had changed a lot. When we had been friends they were Chomsky reading protesters, ready to smoke hash and take on the World Bank! But now they were just regular working stiffs.

I thought of all people, they would understand my disillusionment with the rat race, but to the contrary I felt like they saw my premature mid-life crisis as irresponsible and clichéd.

On my last day of the visit I ventured out to a used bookstore I had frequented when I was a student.

It was about 15 miles from the campus, and didn't really cater specifically to the student crowd. That was why I had loved it, it was cheap, quiet, and you could go there to get away from school.

I don't remember how exactly it was that I discovered it, but I do remember there was a very nice couple in their late-thirties that owned it.

As soon as I walked in I had that "Homecoming" feeling that I had been hoping for in my return visit. From what I could tell, the place hadn't changed. It still smelled like old books and pastries. (it had been a bakery before it was a bookstore).

Nancy, the wife/owner of the store remembered me right away. I wasn't sure she would, it had been so long, and it's not like we'd ever been close friends. I'd have pleasant conversation with her and her husband whenever I came in, but it was always just basic, surface conversations.

I had forgotten how attractive she was. She had long brown hair that showed just a hint of grey. She couldn't have stood more than 5'1" or 5'2". I imagined the she weighed just about 100 pounds. Despite her petite frame she had a shapely ass, and I could see just barley make out the outline of her nipples through her sweater. She had to be in her early 40's now, close to 15 years my senior but sexy is sexy no matter what the age.

I commented to her on how glad I was to see that not much had changed in the store.

"You didn't notice the sign then," she laughed.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well it's no longer 'Phil and Nancy's Bookstore'. It's just Nancy's," she explained as she raised her left hand showing the lack of wedding ring.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I replied, embarrassed at missing something as blatant and obvious as a sign on the door I walked through to enter the building!

"I'm not," she responded with an unabashed shrug. "He got the house, I got the store."

"Well, I never saw your house, but I'm sure you go the better end of that deal. I've always cherished this place."

"Yeah, you were one of our best customers. What have you been up to lately?" She asked.

I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was because she had just told me about her divorce. I remember thinking "Jayson, you don't need to go into all the details" but before I knew what was happening, I told her the whole story.

Unlike my two friends I had come all the way out here to visit, Nancy looked like she understood and sympathized with my situation.

We ended up talking over coffee for what felt like 10 minutes but turnedout to be closer to an hour. Luckily, it was a drizzly day and the rain kept shoppers to a minimum and we were able to talk uninterrupted.

It turns out that when the book store had been a bakery, the family thatowned actually lived upstairs where they had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small but serviceable kitchen. Nancy and Phil had used it as a storage space, but since the divorce Nancy had fixed it up and moved in.

Her daily commute now consisted of getting up and walking down the stairs. She rented the other bedroom to Lisa, a student at the college who worked at the book store part time. Nancy had never been happier, she explained.

As we discussed my situation, Nancy got an excited look on her face, "you know, ever since Phil and I split up, we've been a little shorthanded. Lisa helps out part time, but we've gotten a lot busier over the past year, and we could use the help."

I was surprised at her forwardness. I hadn't seen her in 4 years and now after an hour of chit chat she was ready to offer me a job?!?

On the other hand, aside from being 4 hours from my apartment, it was exactly what I was looking for. When Nancy had talked about how happy she was, I couldn't help thinking that she was exactly where I wanted to be with my life.

"I couldn't offer you the money you made at that corporation." she began.

That corporation. I wanted to get as far away from that place, and the person it made me as I could. Fuck it, I thought to myself.

"I'll take it," I found myself saying.

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The move went a lot smoother than I had expected. I was able to find cheap housing it being a college town and all, and my apartment lease was ending anyway.

The only thing left to do was sell my Lexus. In addition to it being a symbol of who I was trying to get away from, it was just too much to afford with my job change. I needed to move all my stuff, so I traded the Lexus in for a used Tacoma. With the money I got back and from the Lexus and the money I got from liquidating half of my IRA fund, I was able to pay off the last of my student loans.

In less than a week I was able to pay off my bills, move my life, and start a new job.

My first day was everything I had hoped it would be. There was no pressure, no dress code, no training manuals, or training program. After a brief tour and some instruction on how to do the register, I was trained up and ready to go.

The hardest part was remembering to keep the coffee pot full of fresh coffee.

Lisa, the 18 year old student/part time employee/up stairs roommate of Nancy was very sweet and very easy on the eyes. She was a blond, with green eyes and an hour glass figure. Where Nancy was petite, and outgoing, Lisa was well endowed and shy. Between the two of them I knew I'd be hiding my share of hard on's.

Right away I could tell the Nancy was going to drive me crazy with her flirtatious attitude and touchy feely manner.

For her, no subject was taboo and she often enquired about our love lives. Lisa would always turn red and avoid the subject completely, but I on the other hand loved talking sex with Nancy.

Even though she was older than me, I was very turned on by her tight assand sexy walk. I can't even begin to tell you how many times I fell asleep thinking about what it would be like to have her petite frame riding my cock. Those first 2 months were frustrating as hell because I always felt like I was SO close to getting some carnal knowledge of my sexy older employer, but nothing seemed to ever come of it.

She would flirt and show her body off and occasionally accidentally bump or touch me as we moved books around, but that was it.

Finally I just figured that her teasing was as close as I would ever get. It was just Nancy being Nancy and I put any thoughts of potential sexual relations aside.

When that happened I was able to really enjoy the situation I was in. I had minimal responsibility like at the gas station, but at the same time I got the chance to contribute my ideas on how to improve the store.

We expanded the coffee bar, advertised in news papers, and got some local authors to have a writing workshop that I coordinated with a professor from the college.

On weekends I did some volunteer translating at a local lawyer's office that specialized in immigration law.

Sales were up, and I was really rediscovering myself. I felt like I was finally finding success without sacrificing any of my ethics, or culture.

To celebrate the recent success of the book store, Nancy decided we should have a cookout in the park across the street after work one Friday night.

I had been looking forward to it all week, but by the time Friday rolled around things were looking bleak.

Lisa's parents were going on vacation so she would have to go home to house sit, and the news was now calling for rain that night.

I had really been looking forward to showing the girls what a real Carne Asada was, and now it looked as though it would have to wait.

As we closed up the store I told Nancy how disappointed I was.

"Well," she began, "it is going to be pretty boring tonight with Lisa out of town... Maybe you could come up and we'll watch a movie or something," she suggested.

Now a few months ago, that would have made my dick hard, but at the time I was just glad to have something to do that night. I wasn't even thinking about the possibilities.

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Before I knew it we were in her living room, halfway through a bottle of red wine, watching some brain dead teen comedy that Lisa had rented.

"It's probably better if you're high," I commented, hoping to lead the conversation in that direction. I had always suspected Nancy might be a weed smoker, but I wasn't sure.

"Too bad we don't have any." she replied with a frown.

That was the EXACT response I'd been hoping for.

"Well actually..." I began.

She turned towards me and gave me a "You better not be playing" look.

I pulled out my small stash that contained a ready rolled joint.

"My god, you're an angel," Nancy laughingly replied, "I could kiss you."

"Be careful there, I might just have to collect on that offer," I said, hoping it would lead to something more.

There was an awkward pause. Finally I broke the silence by handing her the joint and saying, "You do the honors."

She placed the joint to her lips and leaned in as I sparked my lighter.

She took a cautious drag and held it in.

"How is it?" I inquired.

She slowly blew out the smoke towards the ceiling.

"MMmmm, that hit the spot," she responded as she handed me the joint.

As I took my first hit off the joint, Nancy leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder. She was wearing a V cut shirt that was very tight and gave me a great view of her cleavage. Her tits weren't that big, but they had a nice shape. If I wasn't mistaken, I could see her thick nipples hardening underneath her shirt.

I took a second drag off the joint, taking my time and admiring the view.

As I held the joint between my fingers she reached out and took a hold of my wrist pulling the joint to her lips.

"My turn," she explained as she held my hand in place and took a long deep drag.

It was so sexy having my fingers pressed to her lips that I let her get 4 or 5 more drags until the joint was almost gone.

I took the final hit off the joint as I continued to stare at her smooth, mature cleavage.

Her boobs looked so firm and inviting. I had to make some kind of play for her or I would never forgive myself.

The liqour and the wine were clearly assisting me in finding the courage I had lacked over the brief time I had been employeed at the book store.

I stubbed the joint out and thought about how to make my move. Her hand was resting on my inner thigh, only inches away from my developing erection. She had to know what kind of effect she was having on me.

I placed my index finger below her chin and gently lifter her face until we were eye to eye.

Her green eyes appeared to be as full of passion as mine. She looked nervous as well, she was lightly chewing on the corner of her moist lower lip. It was sexy as hell.

"So what about that kiss you promised?" I finally asked her.

She gave a sexy little smirk. "Well. I never promised," she taunted me, but I knew she was mine.

I placed my hand on her cheek and we both leaned forward, mouths slightly open.

Our lips met, shortly followed by our tongues. I could taste the red wine mixed with a slight trace of the marijuana we'd just smoked. I don't think I had ever experienced a kiss like that before or since. Her mouth was warm and inviting. Complimented by soft lips, and a silky smooth tongue.

It was the most fulfilling kiss I'd ever had, yet at the same time it made yearn for more.

She slowly pulled away, sucking my lower lips for a brief second as she broke the kiss.

"Now we're even," She teased me.

"What if I want another one?" I asked.

"Only if i can kiss you anywhere I want." She slyly replied with a raised eyebrow.

She slid her hand up my thigh and gentely cupped the growing erection in my pants.

"I think I can accomodate you," I said with a no doubt dombfounded look plastered across my face.

Nancy needed no further invitation as she expertly began to open my belt buckle and unbptton my jeans.

"Let's see what you've got hiding in here," she grinned as she placed a soft hand inside my boxers.

Her fingers were cold as she wrapped them around my now fully erect cock and pulled it out into the open.

"Mmmmm, all this for me," she joked as she admired the girth of my thick 7 inches.

"I don't miss my husband, but I must say, I have missed having one of these right next to me in bed," she explained as she lowered her mouth to the tip of my cock.

I felt her warm wet tongue touch the underside of my shaft. She ran it up my length and then swirled it around around my swollen head. Her hand was slowly jerking me.

I watched as a trickle of precum seeped out of my tip. Nancy quickly pounced on it greedily sucking it into her mouth and then swirling it around. Savoring the taste.

"You're going to enjoy this," I heard her say as I felt the wet warmth of her mouth engulf my cock head. Within seconds she began slowly lowering her mouth, taking in more and more of my cock. I had never had a girl be able to take even 3/4 of my cock into her throat but Nancy was clearly not the typical woman when it came to sucking cock.

As she got lower and lower on my cock she moved her hand from my shaft down to my balls. She began to slowly massage them and before I realized it, I felt her lips reach the bottom of my shaft. She had taken all 7 inches with no problem. I could feel her throat massaging my length. I had never felt anything like it.

She held my cock in for as long as she could before pulling my cock out of her mouth with a plopping sound.

She looked up at me with a grin. My mouth was gapping open uncontrolably with pleasure.

"Oh my god," was all I could manage to say.

"Oh Jayson," she sighed. "You have no idea... We've got so many plans for you, I hope you'll be up to the task," she said, a wicked grin on her face.

Looking back on it now, I can see that that was the first hint eluding to the sexual adventure I was about to embark on. But at the time I hardly noticed. I was just enjoying the first of many great blow jobs Nancy would be giving me.

Before I had a chance to really take in and understand her comment, her warm and wet mouth had sucked my cock back in.

She rolled my balls in her hand, as her head began to bob up and down on my shaft at a manic pace. Her lips sliding all the way from the tip of my penis to the bottom of my shaft and back up again. Then back down again.

At some point I began running my fingers through her think silky hair. Involuntarily I began to gently push her head down onto my cock. Nancy seemed encouraged by this and within seconds I found myself forcfully fucking her sexy mature mouth.

Only in the most graphic and hard core porn that I'd seen had I ever witnessed a woman sucking cock with so much passion and lust.

I could feel the vibration in her throat as she moaned with pleasure each time her mouth reached the base of my cock. It was like the more forcefully and violently I rammed my cock down her throat, the more she wanted.

My climax was approaching quickly. I didn't want to cum so soon, afraid of what Nancy might think. For a brief moment I tried thinking of something other than the pleasure I was feeling, but my imagination was no match for her greedy mouth.

"Agggghhhh," I grunted, as the first wave of cum exploded into the back of Nancy's throat.

I could tell that Nancy was not prepared for the massive load of hot sticky cum that I was releasing. She gulped down the first wave as best she could but the second was a bit too much for her and she pulled my cock from her mouth and placed it between her half exposed tits.

"Cum all over my tits," Nancy pleaded as I shot wave after wave of my seed all over her cleavage and shirt.

When I finished, Nancy put my softening member back into her mouth, hungrily sucking whatever cum I had left in my well drained cock.

I laid back and groaned with both pleasure and exhaustion.

Nancy laid her face on my bare stomach. I didn't even remember or realize that my shirt had come off. I could feel that her cold cheek was sticky from my cum.

We laid there for several minutes. Just as I felt myself slipping into sleep I was brought back to reality by Nancy's sexy voice.

"I hope you're not too tired, because it's your turn to get me off and the night is still young," Nancy said. She was not asking.

Just then I remembered here comment about "having plans for me."

And hadn't she said "WE have plans for you?..."

No that doesn't make sense, I thought to myself.

"So is that the plan you have for me?," I asked, very intrigued.

Nancy looked at me with her wicked grin and laughed... "Oh Jayson, we've got great plans for you, tonight is just the start" she replied.

"What do you mean?" I confusedly asked, realizing that she had now indeed said "we"...

"Hah," she laughed at me, "In do time young Jayson... You'll understand soon," was all she offered me ad she stood up from the couch.

"For now," she continued, "just go wait for me in the bed, I'm going to wash up a bit and then I want to feel you inside of me... It's been so long!."

I was even more confused now. I didn't like the secrets and the way she was ordering me around, but at the same time I was dying to finally fuck my sexy boss, so I did as I was told.

I walked into her bedroom as Nancy went to take a shower, still conbtemplating what her "plans" were... However, her bedroom only created more questions!

First of all, it was all very clean and orderly... Nancy was usually pretty messy. Her desk downstair in the store was covered with books and papers. It was a nightmare trying to find anything.

But her bedroom, and as a mater of fact the whole apartment, was very organized.

The next thing I noticed was that there were two alarm clocks, one for each nightstand... "Why are two people sleeping in this bed if Nancy and her husband are divorced?" I wondered.

Then it hit me... I left Nancy's room and went down the hallway to the other bedroom, the one Lisa stayed in. I opened the door... "I knew it!"

Sure enough, Lisa's room was empty. No sheets or blankets on the bed, noclothes in the closet. Nancy and Lisa were lovers! That had to be it! What other explanation could there be?

I quickly walked back to Nancy's bedroom, the bedroom I was sure she shared with her 18 year old lover.

"I guess I'm not the only one who loves older women," I thought to myself thinking of what sex between Lisa and Nancy might look like .

I laid back on Nancy's bed confident that I had solved the puzzle. Or atleast part of it. I could now patiently await Nancy's arrival.

A few minutes later the door open and Nancy appeared. She was still dripping wet and very naked.

Her body was amazing. I guess being a petite woman, gravity had been kind to her. Her tits were firm and showing only a hint of sagging. Her nipples were long and erect, at least an inch long.

Her stomach was completely flat. Her body was very tan, no lines, and her pussy was neatly trimmed, showing only a thin brown landing strip.

I had never been with a woman so tiny and petite, at first I wondered how she would be able to take my cock, but judging by the way she sucked it, my guess was she'd have no problems taking me in.

As she approached the bed I noticed she had a damp washcloth in her hand.

"I just realized how rude it was of me to go and take a shower and leave you still hot and sticky," she explained as she crawled into the bed.

She wrapped the warm damp cloth around my flaccid cock. It felt quite good so I laid back and let her bathe me.

"So... I think I know what your plans are..." I confidently told her as she continued to wipe my cock and balls clean.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" she laughingly responded without looking up form her task.

"Well... I'm not so sure on the plan, but I know that it includes Lisa..." I replied, now a little nervous that I might be wrong, despite the evidence I had.

Nancy looked up at me with a questioning look, there was no hint of whether my assumption was correct or not.

"How so?" she asked.

"Well..." I replied, now totally unsure of myself, "Lisa is your lover... I think."

Nancy giggled at me. For a second I thought I was wrong and I wanted to crawl under a rock.

"Well, well, well," she finally spoke, "aren't you quite the detective."

"So I'm right then?" I asked.

"Of course... and how does that make you feel?" she asked as she tossed the wash cloth to the side of the bed and took my length into her hand.

"Ummm... to be honest," I began, a little distracted as started to stroke my cock which was starting to show signs of life. "To be honest it makes me a little jealous," I finally was able to respond.

Nancy smiled at me and kissed the side of me cock. "Jealous of who?" she asked.

"Of both of you I guess," I laughingly replied.

"Well don't be... because you're going to have us both," Nancy replied matter of factly as she continued to softly stroke my cock.

I laid my head back on the pillow and begin to ponder the incredible situation I found myself in.

"You know," Nancy continued, "Lisa is a virgin..."

I lifted my head from the pillow and made eye contact with Nancy, who was clearly serious.

"That's right Jayson... I'm going to show you how to really fuck, and then you're going to show Lisa," she explained. My cock was now at full attention.

"Would you like that?" Nancy asked as she let go of my member and begin to stradle my waist.

I wasn't really capable of responding. I was so overwhelmed by the amazing luck I was stumbling upon.

Nancy reached behind her and gripped my cock. She pulled it under her and I could feel the entrance to her wet and warm cunt lips.

"Would you Jayson... would you like to pop Lisa's cherry with your big throbbing cock?" she taunted me.

I could feel her beginning to lower herself onto me. She was so tight.

"yes... yes..." I was finally able to respond.

"Maybe if you fuck me really good right now, I'll let you fuck Lisa tomorrow," she explained as she began to work my cock a little deeper into her opening.

"Ohhhh," she whimpered. "Would you like that? Would you like to stuff your cock into Lisa?" she asked, her eyes staring straight into my own.

"Yessss," I replied as I shifted beneath her, sliding my cock halfway into her opening.

Nancy gripped my shoulder and pushed herself down onto my cock. It was almost all the way in and I could feel that she was nearing her limit.

"Her cunt is so young and so sweet...I want her first time to be special. I want you to get behind her and break her cherry while she eats my hot pussy!" Nancy said followed by a grunt as she slammed down on me as far as she could go.

I had never heard a woman talk so dirty before and I liked it.

"Ohhh that's so good," she exclaimed as she started grinding her sex on my cock.

"Oh my god," I gasped as she started to bounce on her tight little body on my cock.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she begged as I pushed my hips up and pulled her down, meeting her thrusts with as much force as I could.

Every 30 seconds or so she would stop and grind her cunt against my pelvis, my cock burried into her as deep as it would go.

I reached up and gabbed her left tit. I placed her long thick nipple between my fingers and gave a gentle squeeze.

"Ahhhh," she moaned with pleasure and I squeezed harder as she began to bouncing on my cock again.

"God damn I've missed having a dick in me," she told me as she bent down and locked lips with me.

Her mouth opened and i slid my tongue in.

As I did this I could feel her thighs tighten and her cunt walls start to quiver.

She bit down on my tongue and started to moan.

It was hard enough of a bite to hurt, but I wouldn't call it gentle either.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" I heard and felt her cry into my mouth as her orgasm hit.

As her juices began to pour out of her soaking wet pussy and onto my lap I lost control as well.

Despite the fact that I had just cum less than an hour ago my dick erupted with great force. I shot stream after hot stream of my seed deep into her mature and greedy cunt.

As we lay there in the aftermath of our fuck, my dick still burried inside of her, I could feel her pussy twitching and gripping me.

She lay her head on my chest and let out a satisfied sigh.

"So," I asked her, "did I earn my session with Lisa?"

"You most certainly did... But do you think you'll have the enrgy to keep fucking me tonight, and then her tomorrow?" she asked with a sexy grin.

"Why don't you let me worry about that," I replied as she reached down and took a hold of my balls.

Good god this woman had a lot of energy.

I was a little unsure about how I would be able to satisfy her and Lisa as well, but I knew one thing, I couldn't wait to try!

PART 2, "EDUCATING LISA", SOON TO CUM!