The Last On-Site of the Week
written by:
Norbert

Gerry was looking forward to the end of the day - hell, the end of the week. It hadn't been particularly hard, but it had been fast paced and grueling. It seemed each time he finished up one appointment, three more were waiting. It was now nearly eight o'clock on this Friday evening and this was it, his last appointment. As he raised his hand to knock on the door, he thought there had to be a better way for a twenty-two year old computer tech to make a living. He knocked and waited and finally heard an inner door open and a shadow crossed the side-pane window. The door opened.

"Mrs. Payne?" he inquired. "I'm Gerry. I'm here about your computer." He smiled as he handed her his card. He was expecting a blast from being so late, but instead she smiled and handed back his card and shook his hand warmly.

"Hello, Gerry." She smiled. "Thank you for taking the time to see me today. It's so late, I was expecting a call saying you wouldn't be here until tomorrow or Monday." She showed him in and closed the door. "Come in, young man. Would you care for something to eat? I was just going to make myself a sandwich."

"No thank you, Mrs. Payne, I'm good."

"It's Ms., Gerry, not Mrs." She corrected. "But really, I'd prefer if you called me Abigail - or Abi." She smiled over her shoulder as she led him through the house to the office in the back. Passing along expanses of walls on which hung numerous pictures of fashion models, Gerry's eye caught sight of one and he stopped. The model was arched backwards over a cushion wearing a thin man's button up shirt. Although it was strategically placed, Gerry could make out the point of her nipples and the shadow of her neatly trimmed bush. Damn, she was hot!

"Is this you, Mrs. - er - Abi?" She followed his gaze as she returned.

"I'm afraid so." She laughed. "Scary, isn't it?"

"Were you a model?" He knew it was a dumb question as soon as the words left his mouth and he flushed. He tried to recover, "Scary never crossed my mind - I was thinking more along the lines of sexy as hell."

Abi laughed. "Well, just for the record, that shot was for Ginnelli, the Italian designer. When it hit the magazines, his shirt sales went through the roof." She smiled and poked his shoulder. "You, young man, are proof that a good, strong marketing campaign really works." Gerry gave her a blank stare. Abi further explained, "That photo was taken in '73 and it still has the desired affect of the marketing department. To grab and intrigue, and thus create sales."

"Well, it certainly grabbed me." He smiled as she led him on.

Abi smiled. "In fact, all these," her hand made a sweeping gesture at the pictures on the walls, "are friends that I worked with- either the models or the photographers."

He took in a few more photos as they proceeded to her office and at last he was back to familiar ground and he breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down in front of the monitor.

"So, what's been going on?" he asked.

"Oh, it freezes at times. Other times, files won't open properly. You know," she smiled a very warm smile, "same stuff that happens to any non-technical troglodyte." Gerry smiled and began to scoot around the desktop with the mouse.

"If you don't mind, Abi, I'm just going to take a look to see if anything came in on a download, OK?" He looked up, expecting a protest. Clients usually protested because of sensitive materials, taxes, banking information and the like. Abi just looked at him and smiled again.

"Knock yourself out, Gerry. I'm going to go make some sandwiches. You like coffee?" Without waiting for a reply, she was out the door to leave him to his work. He loved clients like this.

As she wandered back to the kitchen she smiled at her good fortune. This ‘boy' was polite and respectful, something she had not experienced in a long time - and cute. Most were either too rude to care or too rushed to worry about manners. All tried smooth talk and crass approaches and were usually odd looking. Here, on a Friday night when he should be getting ready for a date, Gerry was treating her exactly as he would on Monday morning. It made her heart glad when he thought the photograph was ‘hot'. It had been taken before his birth, but it still made him look. She shook her head and readied the coffee.

Gerry sifted through some cookies and the history, noting that there was evidence of an awful lot of porn on the system. He saw some addresses he wasn't aware of and decided to jot them down for a more thorough investigation at home, when he had time to leisurely stroke off when he needed release. Realizing he had left his pen in the car, he opened the desk drawer to search for one and peeking in, caused his mouth to drop and his face to redden with some embarrassment. Lying at the bottom of the drawer was a black and chrome vibrator. He lifted it out and felt the length, marveling at how smooth it was as well as the weight. He twisted the bottom until he heard the gentle buzz and felt the vibrations in his hand. He held it only for a moment before, knowing he had passed the point to where he really was invading Abi's privacy, turned the device off and returned it to its resting place and proceeded to further investigate the contents of the system.

He felt he had come this far and curiosity got the best of him. He clicked onto the search menu and running through some basic commands, came upon the cache of photos and proceeded to scroll through them. The basic banners were there, as were a lot of girl-on-girl, boy-on girl, threesomes and gang-bangs. Nothing he hadn't seen before but not on a system owned by a woman.

Gerry wanted to run some preventative programs on Abi's system but before doing so, wanted her permission and to answer any possible questions. He left the system and padded off to the kitchen. Turning the corner, he saw that Abi was on the telephone. Not wanting to intrude he waited out of earshot until she was finished and, instead, took his time to survey the woman before him. She was, he figured, late forty's to early fifty's. Leaning over the counter in tight yoga pants, he could see she was in terrific shape - her legs still very shapely and her ass still very tight. She was wearing an oversized shirt, but with the setting sun blazing through the kitchen window, Gerry could see the outline of her tits hanging free and braless - her nipples pointing towards the floor. He felt his crotch start to tighten as he imagined himself walking up behind her, reaching around and grabbing two handfuls of tit flesh and pushing his cock against her ass. He wondered how long it had been since she had a good hard fucking...

"Gerry? Is something wrong?" Abi was standing in front of him now, holding out a coffee cup to him. He had been so involved in his little fantasy, that he hadn't heard her hang up the phone - nor her first query.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Abi" he stammered as he took the offering, "I was just thinking about some possibilities with your system. I think I should run a few utilities to clean it all up and get rid of some unnecessary garbage. Would you mind? I can show you if you'd like."

"Why don't you show me and then we can decide, OK?" She smiled as she strode past and I followed her back to the office. "So, did you find anything odd on the system? Spystuff, er, you know what I mean." She laughed at her own ignorance of the technical jargin. "Really, I only know how to turn it on, do my email and surf the web."

"Ummm," Taken off-guard, Gerry wasn't too sure how to respond to the question. "Abi, does anyone else have access to your system?"

"No, not usually," she replied, "but I sometimes let one of my neighbours come over when she needs a break away from her teenagers. Why?"

Now he was cornered and, taking a deep breath, decided to be as straight as possible.

"There's an awful lot of porn on your system." He was expecting some sort of outburst, but instead he received a very calm response.

"You think that has something to do with it?" Abi looked as though she was trying to figure it out. "I usually only go to reputable sites." Gerry was taken completely off-guard and Abi saw his confusion. "Are you surprised that a woman would go to porn sites, Gerry? Let alone a woman of my advanced age?" She purposefully exaggerated ‘advanced'. "I'm only 56, young man, I'm not dead."

Abi enjoyed the fleeting look of shock displayed on his young face. She had always enjoyed adding a shock value whenever she could and it was amusing to watch this young tech's brain bend at the thought of an older woman, sitting at home at night, sifting through porn.

"Well, umm - actually, I am." He admitted but was put at ease by her gentle chuckling.

"Besides, my husband's been out of the picture for five years, almost, and I need some recreation time." She laughed, more so at his embarrassment than anything else. "I'm too old to be going to bars to find a fling, and I'm definitely not a ‘cougar', nor do I want to become one, so.." she sat down in the chair in front of the monitor, "I go to the mountain, so to speak." Turning, she saw the list of the picture files Gerry was checking out, but to Abi, it was a jumble of letters and numbers. "Ah, this doesn't look good, what is it?"

"That's just some of the photos I found on your system." He explained. "I was sure they were junk, but now I know differently, I can save them to a file if you want."

Abi looked puzzled. "I have no idea what any of this means, Gerry. Would you mind if I got you another chair and you walked me through it? Perhaps they're junk but they might be something I want to keep, like my niece's graduation or other keepsakes."

"I'd be happy to." He offered cheerfully. When Abi had left the room, Gerry began to doubt himself. He wasn't sure if he would be able to go through relatively explicit images with this woman - this stranger. Oh, it was one thing to sit around with a girlfriend to watch a flik to help get in the mood, but this was completely different. This was a professional call.

Abi had no real idea where she was going with this. Was it to make this young man sweat? After all, sitting in close proximity with various images flashing on screen might not be to her better judgment. Either way, she thought, in for a penny...

Gerry was snapped out of his reverie when he heard Abi drag a chair in through the doorway. He went over to assist and was startled that, when she smiled, he saw exactly why she had been a successful model. Not only was her body still in fine form, but her face hadn't suffered either. The skin was still smooth with just a few wrinkles around the eyes and corners of a full sensual mouth - what his mother would've called laugh-lines, her jaw was still firm, high cheek-bones and she still took care to apply just a slight amount of makeup. She was still a remarkable looking woman.

He had her sit in front of the system as he took his place beside her. Still unsure, he had her highlight the first picture and open it. He immediately turned away, blushing furiously for on the screen was an attractive blonde woman, tongue extended, licking the head of a very hard cock. The next had her lips pursed kissing the head, the third had her lips slightly parted and sliding over the head. As Abi clicked slowly through the pictures, it seemed each one was a little more explicit and a lot more erotic than the last.

Abi knew these pictures well. They were her favorites, reminders of a time when she had an active sex life. That was years ago, before and during her marriage. Back to when she had been young and vibrant, spent time with the special men and one or two women that she had come to love. That is, until she was wooed by the young, devilishly handsome exec she had hired for her agency. When her marriage began to crash, her husband had turned nasty and hate-filled. He was rarely home and when he did show up, it was often with someone else's perfume on his clothes. He had turned into a real bastard the last two years of their marriage and took great pleasure in sneering at her fading youth, often referring to her as ‘the Prune' to mutual friends. One day she woke up to find she didn't need him, didn't love him - in fact, she didn't even like him - and she threw him out. He thought she'd beg him to come back and waited in his office for her to call him into a ‘special' meeting. The joke was on him when Security helped him clean out his personal effects and escorted him from the property. However, the damage had been done and Abi's confidence had been beaten to a pulp and, as a result, she had not pursued companionship since resorting instead to non-threatening passionate images she found on the internet to fuel her desires and help quench her needs.

Gerry found, as much as he tried to will it away, his cock beginning to respond to the visual stimuli. The nearness to Abi and the scent of her perfume certainly didn't help either. He kept stealing glances to see if she was embarrassed enough to stop flipping through the images but her eyes were focused on the screen in front of her. He tried to find something, anything else to look at but the walls were relatively bare. He heard a sharp intake of breath from Abi and, turning, saw she was staring intently at an image of a very aroused cock with about three-quarters of the head slipping between the lips of a bald, much engorged pussy.

Abi felt the presence of the male beside her. His cologne, his breathing, his closeness were becoming too much to bear. She could feel her pussy begin to moisten and her nipples began to tingle as they hardened under her top. Her throat seemed to constrict a bit and her mouth became quite dry. She reached for her coffee and saw her hand was shaking. She thought it somewhat indecent the thoughts that were invading her mind - his cock sliding into her pussy. It had been years since she had been this close to a man not in a business setting. Her common sense was being dulled by the images on the screen and the reaction of her own body.

"Gerry," Abi's voice seemed rather husky, "are you getting as turned on by these as I am?" Gerry had no idea how to answer, so he tried to be as glib as he possibly could for a young guy with a very stiff dick.

"They are hot, aren't they?" He was louder than he had to be. "He's a lucky guy!"

"I'm thinking she's a lucky girl." She breathed. She clicked through another half-dozen pictures, she and Gerry trading comments on techniques, size whether or not the passion was real or fake. Gerry agreed that it would almost be impossible to fake the pleasure if it was his dick sliding into a willing, wet pussy, and Abi was a bit overly descriptive of how satisfying it was to feel the pussy walls get stretched from the invasion. She finally stopped at one that showed another close up of the girl's pussy and the dick was half inserted. The visible part of the shaft glimmered with wetness as did the area surrounding the pussy and down along her thighs. Abi shifted in her chair and Gerry was sure he had seen her left hand, which was resting in her lap, brush against the fabric that hid her pussy from the world.

"Like that, Gerry. You can't tell me that wouldn't feel great. I know I'd love it." Abi's breaths were shallow but rapid. Her cheeks were flushed and her nostrils flared. Without caring, she shifted in her chair again and boldly pressed her hand against her pussy, rubbing the middle digit along the slit. Gerry was trying to deal with his own raging hard on and this certainly wasn't helping.

What the hell are you doing?, she thought to herself. You can't just start to rub your pussy in front of a perfect strange especially one that's young enough to be your son. He's going to think you're such a slut. A cougar on the prowl - or worse - a shriveled up old prune looking for a thrill. She quelled the voice, realizing that she had missed the touch of a man. Oh sure, a toy gets the job done, but it's the warmth of a touch and besides, none of her toys could give her what she really wanted, the feeling of seed splashing against her pussy walls or mouth. Damn, she didn't want to lose out on it any longer.

"Look, Abi," he was shocked at how husky his voice was, "we can pick this up in the morning, I think you might want to be alone." He made to get up, but Abi put her hand on his arm.

"Please stay." Gerry noticed that there was a pleading, almost sad look in her eyes. "I just want to have a man around tonight. You don't have to do anything. You do you and I'll do me." Gerry hesitated. "Or I can do you too, but I really want you to stay while I get off. Is that too weird for you?" Gerry thought of this woman who was a year older than his mother, but definitely in better shape. He was unsure of what to do but Abi helped him make up his mind when she dropped her hand to his lap and began caressing his shaft. Gerry slumped back in his chair and let her have her way with him.

Her hands trembled as she slid his zipper down and reached inside. Her touch was incredibly warm on his shaft as she extracted it from its confines and began to stroke it. He watched as she gently slid up and down the shaft and ran her well manicured fingers across the head smearing the pre cum until the bulb was shiny from the wetness.

Abi couldn't believe she had been so bold. To just reach out and take hold of this young man's cock was not something she would've done even last month but here it was at last. She examined as she brushed over it. It wasn't overly large, but it was beautiful and she wanted it badly, but she had made a pact and she always kept her word.

Gerry thought he was in paradise. Oh, the girls had been willing enough but they just didn't have such a gentle touch. Gerry reached down and rested his hand on Abi's.

"What about you?" His voice was little more than a croak. He also needed a break from her manipulations. With his imagination, the pictures and commentary on top of what Abi was doing to him, he knew he would be spewing forth like a geyser any minute now.

Abi released him and her hands reached for the buttons on her shirt. They fumbled once or twice, but in a flash her shirt was off and dumped on the floor. Standing in front of him, she bent to push her yoga pants down to the floor and kick them off. She up righted herself for a moment before settling her ass back into the chair. In that brief moment, Gerry took in her body. You could tell she was older for her skin had lost some of the elastin, and her tits sagged a bit, but they were still quite perky. There was a layer of flesh over her ribs, but you could definitely make out a six-pack in her abdomen and he was surprised that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a fine line that stopped just above her clit. Her lips were visible, bright pink and swollen. She hunkered to one side of the chair and flopped one leg over the other, exposing herself to him fully.

Without taking her eyes off his erection, she ran a finger down through her abbreviated bush and pressed it against her clit. She caught her breath and closed her eyes for a moment.

"Get naked with me, Gerry." She spoke with breathless urgency. "I need to see you naked."

Gerry stood and unfastened his pants and pushed them past his ass, his cock bobbed proudly in front of him. Abi watched intently. He pulled off his polo shirt and let it drop to the floor and he finally kicked off his shoes. He sat to peel off his socks and, finally divested of all clothing, slumped back in the chair and stared at Abi's nakedness with something of awe in his eyes watching as her one hand cupped her breast and played with her nipple and the other slid smoothly over and between the open lips of her pussy.

Abi stared with awe as this beautiful man stripped down. He's no Greek god but he certainly was in shape. She felt a surge of wetness in her pussy and knew she had to scratch that itch and she had just the thing to do the job.

He watched as Abi pulled open the desk drawer and took out the vibrator. Without saying a word she turned on the vibrator and it began to hum. She slid it down between her legs and ran it along the lips of her pussy, a soft coo escaping her lips as contact was made with her clit.

Gerry couldn't believe this was actually happening. Here he was with this woman who he had never laid eyes on before and she was drilling herself with a dildo right in front of him, no more than three feet away. He began to stroke his shaft, unconsciously, to the timing of Abi's vibrator. He watched as she brought it up to her mouth and slid it between her lips, covering it with her saliva. He was mesmerized and he watched, slack-jawed, as she brought it down and pushed it slowly into her gaping pussy. He had to release his cock to keep from shooting a load. He wanted this to last. Besides, he reasoned, she was going to do him as well and he'd much prefer someone else's hand stroking along his shaft. It was all he could do to keep himself from cumming when she let out a long moan of gratitude as the vibrator was pushed into her depths. He stared at her pussy as she slid the vibrator in and out of herself, moaning and sighing as she hit her hotspots.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, "I wish this was a cock." She pulled out the vibrator and laid it against her clit and groaned again. "Oohhh, I want to be fucked like the girl in the pictures." She slammed the vibrator into herself again and began to buck her pussy towards her assaulting hand.

Abi had watched as Gerry stroked himself. She desperately wished he'd yank the vibrator from her hand, throw her to the floor and ravage her. She was alarmed when he stopped tugging on himself and wondered if this had gone too far. She was too far gone to pay much notice to that train of thought, the need for an orgasm outweighed logic. Besides, it wouldn't be the first Friday night she spent alone, in front of her computer, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm in the need to quench the fires.

Watching Abi assault her pussy as she did, was too much for Gerry and he felt the desperate need to cum. He grasped his cock around the shaft and began to stroke it furiously. He felt his balls tighten and knew his time to shoot was imminent. He stared at Abi's pussy and, dropping her tit, she placed her other hand on her pelvis and began to press on her clit.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh." Abi was right into it. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted back. This was enough for Gerry and he came. He groaned loudly as his spunk jetted across the void and landed on Abi's tits, stomach and leg. The last few pulses, not as strong, deposited his seed on the carpeted void. He was surprised that he didn't feel satisfied and even more surprised that he was not getting soft. Perhaps it was the fact that Abi was driving herself into a frenzy with her vibrator, or maybe it was the fact that she had scooped up some of his cum and sucked it off her finger. Either way, he was still hard and he began to stroke his cock again, leaning back closing his eyes and letting the sounds and his imagination get the better of him.

Abi's shriek and grunted ooo's and aah's caused Gerry to open his eyes in time to catch Abi in the throws of a full blown orgasm. Her legs were twitching involuntarily and her ass was raised completely off the chair. He saw a fine film of sweat appear on her torso. She slammed the vibrator into herself and her voice was on the verge of a scream.

"This should be cock, I wish this was cock," she moaned. She opened her eyes lazily, looking into Gerry's eyes, "I wish it was your cock."

Not one to miss an opportunity, Gerry slid from the chair and knelt before Abi, like he was paying homage to the reclining queen. He firmly gripped her wrist and, pulling, extracted the buzzing assailant from her dripping pussy. He rubbed the head over her slit and pressed into her. As the head disappeared, he heard her groan again. He withdrew and poised, pressed forward the attack again. Each time he stopped and began to pull out, brought a moan of protest from Abi. He finally reached down and gripped her hips and drove himself home and was satisfied with a congratulatory grunt from Abi. She was so tight, he couldn't recall being in a pussy that was as tight before and he began to pound into her.

The chair, being on casters, was beginning to cause a problem so, grabbing Abi, he pulled her towards him and off of the chair. He pushed it away and settled back as Abi, getting her legs settled, began to bounce up and down on his cock. She grunted with pleasure each time she bottomed out. Gerry reached between them and pressed his thumb against her clit, causing her to yelp and grind herself against his hand. He felt her teeth bite into his shoulder which, he was surprised, felt kind of good. He grabbed a handful of hair to pull her head back and slammed his lips against hers. Her tongue shot forward and began to parry with his, all the while grunting and bucking on his member. His hand left her hair and reached to her tit and pinched and pulled the nipple. This brought another frenzy from her and she tossed her head back.

Abi resented the intrusion into her reverie when her vibrator was pulled from her but when she felt Gerry's cock spear into her, the resentment vanished. It felt so good to have the sponginess of flesh replace the hardness of plastic. Even though there was no vibration, there was no comparison - the fleshy cock won out. She loved the way it felt and now she was off the bothersome chair, she really loved being in control of how far it was in her and how fast she wanted to ride it. That little taste of cum was wonderful and she desperately wanted more. I'm definitely going to suck that cock she promised herself. But right now, she wanted to cum and have that cock spurt cum in her.

"Harder," she panted. "Oh fuck it's been so long. Ohhh....Ohhh!"

She gave a shudder and stiffened as her second orgasm shook her. Gerry could feel her pussy gripping his shaft and wanted it to last forever. He knew that was not to be, for a few twitches and involuntary jerks from Abi found him shooting his second load deep inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close until her orgasm subsided. He felt his now softening cock slip from its warm, wet nest. Abi lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him red faced and embarrassed.

"That wasn't supposed to happen, Gerry." She said breathlessly. "I've never done anything of the sort before."

Gerry kissed her tenderly on the cheek.

"How long has it been since you've had sex?" he asked softly.

"Almost six years." There were tears in her eyes. "My husband told me, right up to the time he left, that no self respecting man would ever want to fuck a cold bitch like me." She sniffed. "I guess I believed him because since then it's always just been me and my toys."

Gerry gently turned her head towards his and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I'm sorry if this broke some sort of vow for you. Do you want me to leave?"

"Are you in a hurry to get away from the ‘old' lady?" Gerry could tell from her eyes that her heart was bared. He knew that this was the most exciting, liberated woman he had ever been with. He also knew, in his own heart, that he didn't want to leave - at least not yet. He slid his hand up and cupped her breast, brushing his thumb across her nipple.

"Why, I'm in no hurry at all." He smiled. Abi took his hand and stood up. She shivered. "Are you alright?"

Abi smiled and leaned against him for support. "I'd forgotten what it felt like to have cum slide out of me," she chuckled, "it really feels quite erotic now that I'm old enough to really appreciate it."

Gerry ran his hand down across her abdomen to slide his finger over her clit and cupped her pussy. His spunk was sticky on his fingers as he began to rub in slow methodical circles, rubbing his seed into her pussy. Abi's own juices were starting to seep again and, as they mixed, his hand and her pussy became slick and slippery. Abi sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"You could do that forever," she murmured. She was finally able to summon the strength to break away and, holding his hand, led him across the hall to her bedroom. Once inside, she ushered him to her dressing chair and pushed him to sit. Kneeling before him, she took his limp cock in her hand and bent to kiss its head and the length of the shaft.

"I haven't done this in a while, Gerry." She was apologetic and Gerry felt for her. Here was this amazing woman who had obviously been accepted only for her looks and admittedly belittled by her husband. He reached down and stroked her hair, letting his hand carry on through and over her cheek. She looked up at him and smiled, and then, still looking into his eyes, opened her mouth and took him in.

Gerry gasped at the intense feeling. It was like there were butterflies in her mouth dancing over the head of his cock. If Abi hadn't sucked cock in a while, she must've been mind-blowingly terrific when she had a steady diet and was in practice. He reached down and stroked her hair as she began to slowly bob her head, letting the velvety touch of her lips caress him as she lowered herself and applying just the right amount of suction when she raised her head again. Her hands brushed the insides of his thighs and she ran her fingernails lightly over his balls. Looking down at her was mind-blowing when he considered that she was older than his mother and yet, she was beautiful and had an amazingly talented mouth. He could never picture his mom doing this, ever.

Abi's hand reached up and grasped Gerry's shaft and she began to pump it. She wanted to milk the cum from it. She desperately wanted to feel it shoot in her mouth and have the salty sweetness slide down her throat. She trailed her free hand down across her tits and on down to her pussy. She ran the length of her finger over her clit, feeling the delicious slickness and slid on to push her digit into herself, covering it with her wetness. She brought it to Gerry's lips as an offering and he sucked it in willingly, his actions matching hers as she sucked greedily onhis cock.

When he felt he could take no more, Gerry reached down and gently pried Abi off of his cock.

"Your turn." He smiled and led her over to the edge of the bed. She waited for the push that would send her sprawling, opening her fully to a fucking she so badly wanted, but it didn't come. Gerry stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her and, tilting her head, kissed her passionately. His tongue slithered into her mouth and danced along the back of her teeth. She responded in kind and soon there was a sparring match. She loved that he lightly licked across her lips, allowing her to suck it into her mouth and suck it like a tiny cock. It brought her up to a new level of sexual awareness and her pussy responded with another throb of fluid.

Gerry pulled away and presented her with a kind, understanding smile. Abi felt her heart give over to his gentleness. Perhaps there is hope for this generation, she thought. His hands guided her away from the corners of the bed and he had her sit with her ass on the very edge. Kissing her very gently, his tongue, again, lightly brushed her lips. He began to sink to the floor, gently kissing and licking his way down, pausing to pay special attention to Abi's breasts. He loved the way her nipples felt, hard to the lips and tongue but giving way when he trapped them between his tongue and the roof of his mouth and pressed. He felt her body shiver under his exploring hands.

Abi let herself get swept away by the base lust that coursed through her. She was acutely aware of every contact this beautiful boy made with her body. Her nipples were tingling, which rapidly turned to a throb as they were sucked into his mouth. She felt there was an electrical charge in her skin and was reminded of a light she had seen where the charge was drawn to wherever you touched on the globe. The image brought a smile to her as she was very sure the lamp wouldn't be leaking fluid all over her bedspread. She felt his hands slide up her inner thighs and spread her legs wider, inviting him to explore her cock starved pussy.

Gerry felt rather than saw the invitation. His mouth and tongue were busy teasing their way through her ‘landing strip' and he was moments away from his destination. Abi's moans and sighs were music to his ears and he wondered what would accompany the connection of his tongue on her clit. He lifted his head for a moment and placed the fingers of both hands on her just stretched pussy lips. He gently pried them apart and placed the tip of his tongue on the base of her clit. He swept from the base of her clit down and was presented with a high pitched ohhh and a serious twitch of her body. He smiled to himself as he thought he was going to thoroughly enjoy teasing Abi until she was begging to be fucked again. He raised his head and softly blew on her pussy. This brought another twitch and another drawn out sigh. He discarded his thought about the load he had shot inside her and slid his tongue along her stretched lips and began this new assault on her snatch.

Abi had always loved oral sex, both giving and getting, but especially the getting. To her there was something very intoxicating about a dancing, flitting tongue on and in her pussy. She loved the way it slithered along her lips and could press down and massage her clit with the perfect amount of pressure. She squirmed as Gerry pressed against her clit and slid his tongue back and forth. She flopped backwards onto the bed and let him have his way with her. She could feel herself be carried away and upwards to new orgasmic heights. She bucked her pussy against his face when he began to suck on her clit and, when he jabbed two fingers inside her and began to fuck her with them, it was all she could do to keep from grabbing his head and holding him tight to her throbbing cunt.

She had her eyes screwed shut and her head tossed back and forth, her hands tugged at the bedspread and scrunched it into balls of wrinkled fabric in her hands. Damn, this boy was good! She felt her orgasm build from a dull knot in the pit of her stomach, turning to a heat that radiated down towards her pussy. It was a most delicious feeling for she knew what was about to come.

Gerry was surprised when he felt Abi grab two handfuls of hair and haul him tighter to her center. She was bucking herself against his face and he tried, unsuccessfully, to use his free hand to hold her down. Finally giving up, he coiled his arms around her thighs and let her ride out her orgasm. He felt her legs close on the sides of his head and squeeze, muffling the sounds of a woman at the peak of her sexual pleasure. He finally felt her legs fall away from his head and her entire body went limp. He placed some gentle kisses along the lips of her pussy and began kissing his way up her body again until he was leaning over her and kissing her soft lips. He felt her tongue sliding across his chin and upper lip, gathering her own juices. This woman was absolutely incredible, he thought.

Abi felt a part of her had just been melted. Her orgasm had been the strongest in years. She smacked her lips, enjoying her taste and looked up in amazement at this very young man. How was it possible at his young age that he was so damn good? She tried to shift her body up further on the bed and burst into a case of the giggles when she found her legs were so wobbly still, they were virtually useless.

"Oh my," she cooed, "that was delicious." She ran her fingers through his hair. "Where were you thirty-five years ago?"

Gerry gave her a kind and gentle grin. "I wasn't even a twinkle in my daddy's eye thirty-five years ago." He leaned down and kissed her softly. "I guess it's true what they say about the sexual peak thing, isn't it?" He loved Abi's smile and saw a twinkle in her eye. She corrected him.

"I believe the ages in reference were eighteen for boys and forty for women." She ran her finger along his cheek. "Sorry to rain on your parade hun but in case you haven't noticed, I'm way past forty." Glancing over at the clock, the face showed twelve-thirty-seven.

"Oh dear, look at the time." There was true concern in her voice. "I've ruined your Friday night Gerry, I'm sorry."

Gerry slid his hand across her chest and scooped up her breast and flicked back and forth across her nipple. This brought a wistful look to Abi's face.

"My Friday night wasn't ruined, Abi. It was the best ever." He leaned down and ran his tongue over her trapped nipple. "Besides, who said it was over?" He flopped onto his back, his cock pointing at the ceiling. "Not only did I not fix the issue with your system, there seems to be another problem right here!" He smiled and pointed.

Abi smiled and, rolling over, began to crawl up his body until her pussy was directly over his cock. Grasping it, she swiped the head along her slit.

"Well, we've got all night to fix that, don't we?" She breathed.

Gerry groaned as he felt Abi's warmth engulf him. It just might take all night to get this problem fixed, he thought, and it will definitely be a recurring issue.