A MILF Story; Lisa
written by:
The SlutMan

A MILF Story; Lisa By The SlutMan

Chapter One

I thought that it would never end.

The annual New Year's Eve party at my grandparent's house is a big deal event in our family and has been ever since I can remember. It started as a party for my grandparents' ten children and their spouses. Only within the last few years has it been opened up to their grandchildren too. So now, the house was packed with partygoers, a few of them around my age, eighteen, with quite a few younger kids and a sprinkling of older kids.

I was one of the few in attendance that wasn't drinking. I'd tied one on the night before, partying with a bunch of people from work and therefore, the mere thought of drinking made me want to gag. I was also attending by myself, having broken up with my girlfriend three months before. Both of these facts were beginning to look like a tactical error on my part; I was being eyed as the poor slob who was going to get to drive home all the people who'd had one too many.

It didn't help that I was also driving a van, a full sized Dodge cargo van that my dad and I had converted into a fuck truck. I was proud of that van, we had insulated it with rigid foam insulation on the floor, walls and roof, and paneled over it. I had installed four wall sconce lights on a dimmer switch in the dashboard, laid plywood and carpet on the floor and made a low double bed, complete with a foam rubber mattress. It had two Captain's chairs up front, a kick-ass stereo and a built-in hutch that held an icebox and extra storage. I slept in it a lot in the summer, parked at the beach or at camp.

I migrated to the back of the house, seeking to get out of sight only to find a cousin making out with his girlfriend in my chosen hiding place. It was approaching midnight when a pair of aunts found me and sealed my fate. I was to take Uncle Fred and his wife home, along with Uncle George, his wife and their three sullen kids. And so it began.

It was close to one in the morning when I got back to Grandma's house after having delivered my fourth load of drunken relatives home. I went inside, stomping the snow off my shoes and slapping it off my coat with my Stetson. Vermont was living up to its reputation for unpredictable weather; it had started snowing around ten o'clock that night and the roads were definitely getting greasy. The drive back to the party from the north end of the city had been an adventure despite the four snow tires that my van was wearing. I'd come damned close to putting it in a ditch on the Beltline and I was hoping that there was no one else at Grandma's house needing a ride.

That hope proved to be a vain one. Uncle Bill and the bitch he'd married still needed a ride. "That's it," Aunt Sara said as she ushered her brother and the Bitch out the door. She pressed a wad of bills into my hand and said, "It's gas money. I made everyone you gave a ride to pony up some cash." She dropped me a wink and said, "Happy New Year!"

The door closed behind me and we were on our way. Uncle Bill and the Bitch lived in a little jerkwater town called Ferrisburg about a half hour south of the city. When I stopped to gas up the van, the Bitch started raising hell. She was still pissing and moaning as I started for their house and she bitched about anything and everything all the way home.

I pulled up in front of their house and Uncle Bill got out, turning to assist his wife out of the van. After she was out, he leaned inside and stuffed a couple of folded twenties into my shirt pocket. "Sorry about that, Larry," he said apologetically. "Thanks for the ride." The side door rumbled shut and I started back towards town.

I was less than halfway home when I came across a car sitting on the shoulder of Route Seven. I slowed down and tried to see if it was occupied just as the driver's side door opened and a woman stepped out. She waved her arms and I stopped. A moment later, she was in the van and closing the door.

"Thanks for stopping," she said as she turned to face me. "I'm Lisa Stokes." She stuck her hand out and after a moment, I managed to stop staring at her long enough to find her hand and shake it.

"I'm Larry," I said, going right back to staring at her. What I could see of her was well worth staring at and I popped a woody while I was doing it. I guessed that she was perhaps thirty-three years old, give or take a few years. She was a redhead, with a thick mop of rust colored hair that was shoulder length and fell carelessly around her oval shaped face. Her nose was slim and straight, her eyes a vivid shade of green and she had a softly squared jaw, a wide, generous mouth with plump red lips and even white teeth. It was hard to tell through the coat, but she looked like she had a good figure or at the very least, a sizeable rack on her. She also had great legs, long and shapely.

She wasn't a raving beauty but she had a certain something going for her; a serene and placid attitude paired with a subdued, almost hidden sexuality that one could sense, somehow. She gave the impression that we had been friends for years and that nothing I could say or do would surprise her.

"Where are you headed, Larry?" she asked, giving me a little smile as she gently took her hand back. Her eyes dropped to my lap for a split second and then she looked pointedly out through the windshield.

"Huh?" I replied, blushing fiercely, suddenly glad that it was so dark inside the van. "Oh! Um, the city."

"Perfect!" she said, smiling a second time. "I live in the North End. Are you going that far?"

"I am now," I said, tearing my eyes away from her and dropping the van into drive. I checked the rear view mirror and pulled out onto the deserted road. "Buckle up," I said as I stole another look at her. "If I land this thing in a ditch, I don't want you to get hurt."

"You won't," she replied as she fastened her seat belt. She settled herself in for the ride and said, "I'm very glad you came along." She frowned as she added, "I can't believe that I ran out of gas."

"It happens," I said.

"What are you doing out on an ugly Wednesday night like tonight?" she asked.

"Bringing home relatives that have had a few too many," I said.

"Oh," she laughed. "A family New Year's Eve party, huh?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "I didn't hide well enough and I wasn't drinking. So I got nabbed."

"I'm surprised," she said. "Do you have to work tomorrow or something? Most young men your age would jump at the chance to get loaded for free. I know that my two sons always did."

I cast a quick look of disbelief at her as I answered her. "No, I have the rest of the week off. Four glorious days of freedom until Monday."

She saw my look. "What was that look for?" she asked.

"You have sons my age?" I asked. "What'd you do, have them when you were twelve?"

A smile slowly spread across her face. "Aren't you a sweet talker!" she said, putting her hand on my forearm and squeezing it for a moment. "My son's are about your age, I would think. My oldest is twenty and his little brother is nineteen. They're both in college out west."

"I'm eighteen," I said automatically. I looked at her again as she calmly looked back. I was checking for gray hair or a waddle under her chin, shit like that and I didn't see anything. "I think you're bullshitting me," I said.

She gave me a radiant smile and said, "You're good for an old lady's morale, you know that?"

"The next time I bump into an old lady, I'll bear that in mind," I replied.

She smiled and asked, "Just how old do you think I am? Tell the truth now!"

"Oh no! I suck at this!" I protested.

"Most men your age do," she laughed. "Don't lie; tell me anyway. I won't get mad, I promise."

I looked at her and grimaced, searching for a way out of my dilemma. I thought that she was bullshitting me about having kids my age and the last thing I wanted to do was to insult her by telling her she looked older than she was. Then inspiration struck. "I'll tell you under two conditions."

"Name them," she replied promptly.

"All right," I said. "One, you don't get mad and two, you show me your driver's license to prove your age." I felt pretty smug. I was sure that she wouldn't accept that last condition. For some silly reason, most women are loathe to reveal their age to anybody. Don't ask me why, they just are.

She raised an eyebrow at me and smiled. "All right," she said after a moment. "You've got a deal. How old am I?"

I looked at her and bit my lip. "Be honest!" she said, shaking a finger at me. "I've already promised I won't get mad and I always keep my word."

I sighed and shook my head. She'd called my bluff. "Thirty-three," I said.

She laughed and squeezed my arm again. "Honey, I'm sorry to have to break your bubble, but I'm pushing forty. Hard."

"Bullshit!" I said in disbelief, looking at her again.

"That's no bullshit," she smiled, digging in her purse. "I'm pushing forty so hard, it's behind me. I'm almost forty-one. You wanna see my license?" She held it out to me.

I laughed and said, "What for? I can't think of a single reason for you to say that you're older than I thought you were. You might lie that you're younger, but I sincerely doubt that any woman would lie and say she's older." I looked at her and smiled. "Especially if they know that they have to produce proof."

"Well, you're still a sweet talker, even though you didn't know it at the time," she said with a grin, tossing her license back into her purse.

I grinned back at her and our talk moved on to other things as I carefully navigated towards the city. The snowstorm had picked up in intensity; the flakes were big fluffy things that were almost hypnotic to watch in the beams of the headlights as we ghosted through the night. They were also way to many of the beautiful snowflakes; the roads were terrible and steadily getting worse.

We were just outside of town when our trip home came to a halt. We were just starting to climb the only hill between the city and us. It was a little hairy; the road was slicker than snot and the rear tires spun all the way up the hill, the ass end of the van whipping from side to side no matter how gently I feathered the gas pedal. Despite my best effort and our momentum, we didn't make it. A mere one hundred feet from the crest of the hill, we came to a stop. Even worse, the road was too slick for the snow tires to hold us. We started sliding down the hill, backwards.

"You'd better hang on," I said to Lisa as I got off the brakes and peered into the rear view mirrors. "This might get a little bumpy."

I don't know how I kept the van on the road. It started to slew sideways about halfway down the hill. I spun the steering wheel into the skid and tried not to shit as the van did a complete three sixty in the middle of the road. I caught it as the front end came around again and coasted back down the hill, not touching the brakes or the gas. Unless I wanted to take a thirty-mile detour on backcountry roads or chance that hairy fucking ride up the hill again, we were done traveling.

We were also stranded.

*******

I stared morosely out of the windshield at the falling snow as the windshield wipers snicked quietly back and forth.

"That was," Lisa said, "A helluva ride and some damn fine driving, Larry. I guess we're stuck here, right?"

"Mmm," I grunted.

She sat quietly for a few moments as I got the van off the road, backing it into a driveway at the bottom of the hill. I was worried that some asshole in an SUV with more speed than stopping power wouldn't see us in time and hit us.

Lisa's cell phone snapped shut and she pitched it into her purse as I put the truck in park. "The battery's dead," she said after I raised an eyebrow at her.

I reached for mine, even as my heart sank. I knew it wasn't there; I could see it in my mind's eye, sitting on the table in the front hall at my parent's house. When my hand came out of my pocket empty, Lisa raised an eyebrow at me.

"I forgot the fuckin' thing," I said, my voice thick with disgust. "Damn it! Mom's gonna worry herself sick if I don't call or show up at home."

We sat quietly for a few more moments. "This is the Sullivan's driveway," she said softly. "Their house is about a half a mile from here. I'm watching it for them while they're away."

I didn't say anything.

"They're in Aruba," she offered after a moment.

"That's nice," I replied. "I wish I was with ‘em."

Another minute of quiet time went by. "They have a phone," she volunteered softly.

I silently watched a snowflake hit the warm glass of the windshield and melt, only to be flicked away by the wipers. "I have the key," she added, almost whispering.

We sat for another minute. I sighed and held out my hand. She dropped the key in it and I put it in the breast pocket of my shirt, next to my cigarettes. I took my time buttoning up my coat; I hadn't really dressed for a snowstorm and I was dreading going out into this one.

The coat was warm enough, but I had no gloves and no boots, and just a Stetson Cowboy hat. The Stetson would work well at keeping the falling snow from going down my collar, but it wouldn't do squat for keeping my ears warm. I was wearing a pair of dress shoes and I knew that they would be full of snow after my first step. Lisa was even worse off; she was wearing a short dress, a light coat and high heels, not the best way to be dressed for a trek through the snow. She would have to stay with the truck while I walked to the house, called home and let the family in on where I was.

"Is there anybody you want me to call for you?" I asked with my hand on the door handle.

"No," she said. "I've been divorced for two years now and I live alone."

"I could call you a cab," I offered. "You don't have to sit here and wait with me. If you're broke, I've got enough dough to pay for it."

She gave me an odd look and said, "I think I'll wait with you anyway. Thanks for the offer, though."

"Well, this will probably take me a while," I said as I opened the door. "Stay here, I'll be back as soon as I can." She nodded as I stepped out of the truck into almost a foot of fresh snow. I slammed the door, went around to the back of the truck, cleared the snow away from the exhaust pipe, and then started slogging my way towards the Sullivan's house.

The driveway took a turn and within seconds, I was in the dark, out of the red glow of the taillights and my shoes were full of snow. I stopped for a minute to let my eyes adjust and started moving again when I could see. I had to step over a sizable tree that was down across the driveway, which shot all to hell my half-formed idea of going back to the van and driving to the house.

A half a mile isn't a long walk, unless you're doing it in the middle of the night in a snowstorm on unfamiliar terrain. Luckily, after the initial turn, the driveway was as straight as an arrow. Just before it got to the house, it split into a big circular turn-around, going right past the front porch and meeting up with the driveway again. I stepped over a rail fence and cut through the circle in order to save a few steps. By the time I reached the house, my feet were soaked and freezing, along with my ears. I let myself in and made the call to my parent's house.

"I have a full tank of gas and I'm parked off the road," I said to my dad through chattering teeth. "As soon as a snowplow goes by, I'll get back on the road and follow him to town." I didn't tell him that I had picked up a stranded motorist; it didn't seem relevant and I didn't need a lecture about picking up strangers on the road in the middle of the night, even if it was a woman.

"All right, Larry," dad said. "You lock yourself in your van and stay there until you can travel safely. Don't forget to crack a window for fresh air and keep the tailpipe clear of drifting snow."

"Been there, done that," I said. "I'll call you if I run into a problem, dad. Otherwise, I'm gonna call it a night. I'll see you later."

While I was there, I made a half-hearted attempt to find some boots. I discovered a couple of pairs in the mudroom, but they were too small to fit on my size fourteen feet. So, I gritted my teeth and left the house, making sure to lock it up behind me. I followed my tracks, stepping over the fence and cutting through the turn-around circle. I made it about halfway through it before disaster struck.

The ground under my freezing feet opened up and I fell through it, into a chest deep, ice-cold pond. I gasped in sudden shock as the cold water burned against my skin and scrambled to get out of the water. The ice kept breaking under me as I tried to climb out, so I pretty much ended up wading to the other side of the small pond. I hurried up onto solid ground and decided that I had to go back to the house. I couldn't stay out in this cold with soaked clothing. I rammed my hand into my coat pocket for the key and came up empty. In the struggle to get out of the pond, I'd lost it.

I thought briefly about breaking in and rejected the idea. The truck was only a half a mile away, and I didn't want Lisa to get the idea that I was in trouble and have her come looking for me. Not in this storm, dressed the way she was.

I started to run back to the truck, mostly to try to stay warm and fell heavily twice as my leather-soled shoes went out from under me. After the second fall I trotted, the last thing I wanted to do was to break a leg out here while I was soaking wet. By the time I got back to the truck I was freezing; my teeth were chattering uncontrollably and my lips and fingers were turning blue. I managed to get the sliding door open with leaden fingers and practically fell inside.

Lisa let out a small scream and then said, "Jesus, Larry! You scared the hell out of me!"

"Close the fuckin' door and crank up the heat!" I croaked. "I fell into a pond and I'm freezing to death!"

She moved quickly then, setting the heater to full, then stepping over me and sliding the side door shut. "Inside lights," I gasped. "Turn the knob in the middle of the dash all the way clockwise." She stepped over me again, the dim wall lamps my dad and I had installed came on and I heard her gasp.

I was soaked from the shoulders down and crusted with snow. My clothing was frozen and as I crawled towards the driver's seat, my ice-coated pants and coat crackled. I stopped because suddenly there were a pair of shapely legs in front of me, with small feet snuggled into what I privately called ‘fuck me' shoes. You know what I mean; the open toed, sling back kind with four-inch heels.

Lisa reached down and helped me to my feet, interrupting my contemplation of her legs and her sexy little shoes. "We gotta get you out of those wet clothes," she said in a mother's no-nonsense tone of voice. Then she started to undress me. She unbuttoned my coat and roughly yanked it off me, tugging it down my arms and past my stiff, frozen fingers. She unfastened my belt next, followed by the button on the waistband of my slacks.

As soon as she had those open, she yanked my shirt out of my pants and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere. Another rough yank and it was off my arms and on the growing pile of sodden clothing on the floor. My tee shirt followed and I moaned as the warm air from the dash vents hit my skin. She guided me back towards the bed and I sank down onto the edge of it. Then she was on her knees in front of me, tugging at my shoelaces and getting my ruined shoes off me, followed very quickly by my socks. I heard my zipper go down, lifted my ass and Lisa tugged my pants off, leaving me in just my jockey shorts.

She reached for my underwear. "Whoa!" I said through my chattering teeth. "I can do this part."

She stood up and said, "Go ahead." She turned her back and I stood up and slid my underwear off. I straightened up and looked at her. She was still facing forward but I noticed her eyes on me in the rear view mirror.

I remember wryly thinking that there probably wasn't anything to see anyway. I was absolutely sure that my cock was the size of a peanut and had probably retreated inside me along with my balls, and they were all hiding up around my throat somewhere where it was warm.

I crawled into the bed and burrowed under the flannel sheets and the light blanket, curling up into a tight ball and shivering violently as I tried to get warm.

Lisa sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Do you have another blanket in here?"

"Bottom drawer," I stuttered, nodding towards the hutch that my dad and I had custom built for the truck. She pulled the bottom drawer open and found an old army blanket that I kept in there. It was wool but it was only a single, just barely big enough to cover my six foot, two inch frame. Under it, she found the fifth of Jim Beam that I kept stashed in the truck.

She floated the blanket over me and sat next to me, look of concern on her pretty face. "Any better?" she asked in a low voice. I shook my head no. "Here," she said, spinning the cap off the bottle of Jim Beam and offering it to me. "Take a hit on this, it'll warm you up."

"No alcohol," I croaked. "Not for hypothermia."

"Oh," she said, "I didn't know that." She helped herself to a couple of swigs of my booze and set the bottle aside. She took my hand in hers and grimaced. "Christ, your hands are like ice!"

"So is the rest of me," I whispered.

She burrowed a hand under the blankets, touched my thigh and grimaced again. "We've got to get you warm," she muttered under her breath. Then she stood up and shed her coat, throwing it over me. She was dressed in a tight, clinging Jersey dress with a plunging neckline that revealed an impressive cleavage and only came down to mid-thigh on her.

Then she did something that astounded me. She reached down, took the hem of her dress in her hands and peeled it off, throwing it on top of me. To this day, I'm surprised that my eyes didn't spring out of my head on little stalks. She was wearing tiny panties, thigh high stockings and her sexy little ‘fuck me' shoes, and that was it.

She didn't look anything like your average mother of two. She was probably around five and a half feet tall and voluptuously built, sporting an amazing rack over a fairly slim waistline and wide, womanly hips. She was braless and her breasts were a remarkable sight, big teardrop-shaped mounds that swayed gently as she moved, topped with thick pink nipples. Her belly was smooth and gently rounded, her legs long and shapely, and they led your eye up to a firm looking heart-shaped ass.

She kicked her shoes off, lifted the blankets and slipped into bed with me, squealing as she spread herself out on top of me. "Put your arms and legs around me," she said breathlessly. She tucked her face into the side of my neck and shivered as I wrapped myself around her. I moaned as her body heat began to warm me. She took my hands in hers and after a moment, she guided them downwards to her ass and pressed them against it, her firm butt feeling hot against my icy fingers.

It was, I think, a sign of just how cold I was that I didn't pop a chubby right then and there. She was a warm, soft, fragrant armful of sexy woman and under normal circumstances, I'd have had a hard on that wouldn't have left me enough skin to blink. As it was, Mr. Johnston took almost fifteen minutes to put in an appearance.

I had long since stopped shivering when my cock started to notice that we were in bed with a sexy older woman. As it grew, so did my dilemma. How do you tell a woman that you just met, and in a situation like this one that you were getting a hard on? I mean, what the hell do you say? Pardon my erection?

She saved me the trouble of trying to find the words. As my cock rose and nudged her thighs, she giggled. She took her hands off mine and pushed herself up so she could see my face. "You seem to be recovering nicely," she said with a smile. "Are you all warmed up now?"

I blushed hotly and nodded as she looked at me. "I think so."

She opened her thighs and Mr. Johnston leaped into the gap. I stifled a moan as she closed her legs again. "Are you sure?" she whispered, her eyes hot on my face.

"Well, maybe not all of me," I said in a low, shaking voice.

"Maybe I'd better check," she smiled. She lowered her head, laid her plush lips on my forehead for a moment, and then pulled back. "Your forehead feels warm enough." Her head darted down again and she kissed my cheek. "So does that," she whispered. She kissed my other cheek, my chin and the tip of my nose. "It feels like ninety eight point six to me," she giggled. "Maybe I'd better do an internal check."

I watched her green eyes grow bigger until they drifted shut, just as her lips touched mine. A moment later, her lips parted and I felt her tongue slide between my lips. I opened my mouth and we kissed. Lord God Almighty, how we kissed!

It took me all of two seconds to decide to go for it and she moaned as I slid my tongue into her mouth and tightened my grip on her fabulously firm ass. I don't know how long we laid there and necked. I know that it was long enough for the truck to become uncomfortably warm for two naked people in bed and covered by two blankets, a coat and a dress. I know that because sometime during our make out session, we kicked everything off us and we still got hot enough to sweat and fog the windows.

She was a study in contradictions as we kissed and explored each other's bodies. We would kiss and it would end and she'd say, "Oh yes Larry, just like that!" as I caressed her ass or her breasts, molding them in my hands as I licked and kissed the side of her neck and tongued her ear. Then with her next breath, she would voice an objection, something like, "We shouldn't be doing this, I'm old enough to be your mother!" I'd kiss her again just to shut her up and she'd kiss me back so hotly that it'd take my breath away.

Later on, I figured out that she was saying those things not to discourage me, but to heat herself up, casting herself as the lecherous older woman taking advantage of a much younger man. What she didn't know, or maybe she did, was that the situation was one of my favorite daydreams. Being seduced by a hot, ripe-bodied Cougar has been one of my favorite jack-off fantasies for years.

Now that it was actually happening, nothing short of a firm ‘no' and her actually getting out of the bed was going to stop me from putting the wood to this sexy mother of two.

She sighed when I rolled us over and she cradled me between her trim thighs as I found the stiff nipple of her right breast and began to suck it. She groaned as I squeezed her other tit and found the nipple, pinching it and rolling the fat, erect nub between my fingers.

I played with her lush tits for well over ten minutes, switching back and forth between them with my mouth until she trembled and gasped, moaning as she had a small orgasm. I found her lips with mine and kissed her deeply as her climax waned, until she pushed against my shoulders and broke our kiss.

She pushed me to my back, smiling at me as she moved between my legs and knelt there, her hands going to my erect cock and caressing it. "Oh Larry!" she crooned as she gazed at it. "You've got a nice big dick, don't you, honey?" Her breath hissed between her teeth as she leaned over and nuzzled my cock, her breath hot on my balls as she moaned and licked them.

She kissed her way up to the head of my cock and licked it, moaning again as she pursed her lips around it and plunged down over it, taking it all into her mouth right down to the root. I groaned as her tongue scrubbed against my cock and she swallowed, squeezing the head of it in her throat. She tickled my balls with her fingers while she did it a second time and I lost it, arching my back and clutching the sheets in my fists as I came in her mouth.

She pulled back and looked into my eyes, her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock as her tongue scrubbed against the sensitive spot on the bottom of the head. She took the shaft of my rod in one hand and jerked me off into her mouth while her other hand massaged my balls. I bellowed and convulsively thrust my hips up at her, fucking my cock deep into her mouth and throat as she sucked the jism right out of my balls.

My hips dropped back to the bed and she followed me down, sucking ferociously on my softening cock until it began to harden again. She sat up and gave me a lewd smile, full of the promise of more delights to come as she cradled her big tits in her arms and hugged herself. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and scooped up the few drops of my semen that had leaked from her tightly ovaled lips as she eyed my freshly hardened cock.

"Oh boy!" she said in a rough, smoky voice. "I'd forgotten how fast a teenaged boy can get it hard again!" She skinned out of her panties while I watched and showed me her shaved pussy, running a finger between her labia and diddling her clit with it.

I sat up and took her in my arms, kissing her deeply and tasting myself on her tongue. "Getting me hard isn't going to be your biggest problem," I whispered as I tongued her ear. "You'd better worry about getting me soft!"

I sank back to the bed as she giggled, bringing her with me. I rolled us over, getting between her spread legs and fisting my cock. Then I centered it on her soaked labia and pushed, sheathing my cock in the tight heat of her cunt and savoring her gasping moan as I bottomed out deep in her belly.

"Oh fuck!" she cried as her arms and legs came around me. "You feel so fuckin' big in me!"

"Take it, honey!" I growled, looking into her wide eyes. "Take every fucking inch of it, right up your hot cunt! Uhh, Christ, you've got a nice juicy pussy!"

I looked down between our bodies and watched my cock sliding back and forth inside her grasping, shaved little cunt. The sight inflamed me with lust. I grabbed her womanly hips and pulled her hard against me with every stroke, ramming my cock into her belly right to the balls every time. Lisa arched her back and grunted a steady stream of obscene comments and endearments as I power-fucked her.

Her wild passion led her quickly to the verge of her orgasm, and she pulled my head down to her lush, jiggling breasts and held me there. "Oh, fuck me you darling boy!" she whimpered. "I'm gonna cum! Suck my tits! Ungh! Yesss! Suck my tits and fuck me! Make me cum on your big, gorgeous cock!"

I sucked her ripe tits, biting and chewing her hard, rosy nipples as she bucked her cunt up against my pistoning cock. I was still a long way from my second climax and I did everything I could think of to increase her pleasure. I buried my cock to the hilt in her belly with every stroke and began to grind my pubic bone against her clit, fucking her as hard as I could. Within seconds, she began to tremble uncontrollably, her ripe body stiffening under me as her climax detonated in her belly.

Her orgasm seemed to last forever, becoming stronger and stronger every time I rammed my young cock into her convulsing cunt. I was amazed by the length and intensity of her climax. She bucked wildly under me, tossing her head as scream after scream erupted from her throat. I could feel her spasming box clamp tightly around my deeply buried cock as her pussy vainly tried to milk my cum from my balls.

I kept right on fucking her as she spasmed under me, not letting up on her for a second until she began to go limp. I sheathed my cock balls deep in her palpitating belly one last time and rolled us to our sides, holding her as her massive climax slowly released its grip on her.

"Oh God!" she sobbed breathlessly as she clung to me. "That was so good! I don't think I've ever cum so hard!"

I flexed the muscles of my belly and my cock jumped inside her. She looked at me and asked, "You didn't cum?"

"Nope," I replied, making my cock jump a second time. Her eyes got huge and a lecherous smile grew on her face as I said, "We ain't done yet, babe."

Chapter Two

I rolled to my back, taking her with me and I must have held her for ten or fifteen minutes as she rested, all sprawled out on top of me. I had gotten soft in her cunt as we dozed and my eyes opened when she stirred. She kissed my chin and rolled herself off me. As soon as my soft shaft slipped out of her cunt, she looked hungrily at it, gleaming with her juices in the subdued light.

I smiled at her and said, "Go ahead, honey. Go down on me and get me hard!" She didn't waste any time.

"That feels so good, Lisa," I groaned as she licked her juices off my cock. She popped the head of my rod into her mouth and began working on it.

"That's it, babe," I moaned, resting my hands on her head. "Ohh, fuck yeah! Suck it, honey!"

"Oh, sweet Jesus but you taste good!" she gasped, staring at my cock with an intense look of desire on her face. She groaned, opened her mouth and wrapped her lips lustfully around the meaty thickness of my young prick, sucking it into her mouth as far as she could. Her left hand fondled the hairy bag of my balls and as she sucked me, she began to stroke and masturbate my rod with her other hand. She moaned as her head bobbed on me, sliding her lips further and further down my cock until every inch of it was bathed in the hot wetness of her mouth and throat.

She sucked a drop of precum from the end of my cock and licked the shaft, then looked up at me and smiled seductively. "I think somebody is ready to fuck me," Lisa sighed as she lay down beside me. I rose to my knees and she gazed up at my cock, which was back to its former glory.

She was sprawled on her back with her legs spread, her hands clutching her tits and roughly massaging them. She licked her lips and gazed hotly at my cock.

"You look so hot, babe!" I said huskily.

She plunged a finger into her drooling gash and greased her clit with it, rubbing it back and forth with a painful slowness. "I am, honey," she whispered, her eyes gleaming wantonly. "I'm hot and wet and more than ready for your big fat cock!"

"I'll bet you are," I growled with rising lust, watching her cunt twitch while she petted it. Judging by the look on her face, she wanted my cock badly.

"Hurry up, baby! I can't wait much longer!" she groaned, spreading her long legs as wide as she could and ramming three fingers into her cunt.

I moaned and crawled between her legs until my cock was directly over her hot, wet snatch. I leaned down and kissed her tits and then her lips, which she eagerly opened to admit my probing tongue.

She felt my cock head press against her slit and she humped her hips up at me, grabbing my ass and pulling me hard against her writhing body. "I love the way your body feels against me!" she whispered hotly. "You feel so fuckin' good on me!" She plastered her mouth against mine and slid her tongue deep into my mouth, whimpering as I sucked it. She licked inside my mouth, moaning and gasping as she rubbed her cunt against me, her drooling slit soaking the head of my cock with her oils.

"Oh, Jesus! You darling boy!" Lisa gasped as our kiss broke. She took my big cock in both hands, shifted her hips and positioned it at the entrance to her snug little cunt. We both stared down between her legs at my long, purple-veined shaft, thicker than her wrist, hard as steel and poised to ram deep into her belly.

"Jesus!" she groaned as her hot, slippery labia closed around the head of it. It was too much for me. I wanted nothing more than to fuck my rod into the tight, hot wetness that enveloped the tip of my rod.

"Here I come, baby! Ready or not!" I grunted, and then, before she could move or say a word, I fucked my cock into her cunt.

"Larry!" she screamed, feeling my prick penetrate the tight wetness of her pussy in a single thrust. Her hips jerked upwards as she felt me slide deep into her pussy, the walls of her cunt stretching around my fat cock. "Oh, fuck! Oh, Larry, that feels good, baby!" she sobbed, her lush body trembling under me.

"Christ, you're so fuckin' tight!" I grunted. "You feel like hot, wet velvet wrapped around my cock!"

"Good!" she moaned. "I want you to like fuckin' me!" Her legs came up around me and she planted her feet on the mattress and said in a rough, smoky voice, "Do me, Larry! Fuck me hard and make me cum!"

I began to ball her then, ramming my cock into her cunt with long, powerful strokes that soon had her squirming and squealing beneath me as she writhed in ecstasy. She clawed wildly at the sheets, thrashing her head from side to side as she began to whimper and cry out. Her ass lunged up to meet my every stroke, our bodies slapping together loudly as I buried my cock deep in her belly again and again.

"Oh yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Larry! Jesus, but I love your cock!"

Her words inflamed me, driving my lust for her to new heights. I slam-fucked her as hard as I could, holding her down with my hands on her tits. My cock head prodded her cervix with every savage thrust and it drove her into a sexual frenzy.

She threw her arms around me, working with me as I ravaged her body. She howled in mindless ecstasy, her red hair flying as her hips bucked up at me, putting her spasming cunt at just the right angle to receive my punishing thrusts. The base of my cock mashed her clit with every stroke, making her cry out as her pleasure grew.

"Fuck me!" she gasped breathlessly. "Fuck me! Fuck Me! Fuck me!" She chanted it like a mantra and I did my best to oblige her. The stylish, mature housewife and mother of two that I had rescued from the storm was gone and in her place was a hot blooded wench, lost in a shameless frenzy of raw lust, furiously fucking her cunt up onto the shaft of my cock as she worked towards her climax.

I couldn't believe how tight her snug little pussy felt around my cock. It felt like I was fucking a teenaged girl instead of the mother of two kids. In every way that counted, Lisa was a spectacular lay.

I began to grind my hips in a circular motion, scrubbing her clit against the base of my cock as I rammed it into her. My last girlfriend had showed me that move and she fuckin' went crazy when I did it to her. Lisa went crazy too.

"Uh! Oh! What are...? Aaahh! Larry! Fuck!" Lisa cried out and wrapped her long legs around me, her heels drumming against my ass. She began to fuck me much harder, moaning as she felt my cock slam solidly into her tightly stretched cunt. "Oh, that feels so good! Harder, darling, harder! Slam it to me, baby! Oh my God, yes!"

I grunted and sweated over her, my teeth gritted as I fought to delay cumming in her for as long as I could. Her face was a mask of lustful pleasure as her tight, wet cunt spasmed on my cock, trying to milk my cum out of my balls. I was using every inch of my cock on her, withdrawing until only the tip of it was in her and then ramming it back inside her clenching cunt until my meaty shaft was buried deep in her belly, brutally impaling her cunt with every single stroke. The resulting screams of ecstasy were music to my ears.

"My... Oh my G... God!" she squealed as I sank my cock in her to the hilt and stopped, resting for a moment as she caught her breath. "Jesus, Larry, where does a kid your age learn to fuck like that?" she moaned against my lips.

"You like it, babe?" I asked as I took a single stroke in her.

"Yes! Oh God, I've never been fucked so well! I love it!" she groaned as she locked her legs tightly around me. Her pussy was still working on me with smooth, rapid convulsions, milking my hard young cock for all it was worth. I'd found heaven and it was in the eagerly responsive arms of a fortyish mother of two. I didn't know how much longer I could keep fucking her. Her hot pussy was sucking my cock, massaging it relentlessly in its tight grip and I was getting close to cumming.

She grunted as I started to fuck her again, moving a little higher on her lush, ripe body until my cock was riding against her swollen clit as I drove it into her cunt. "That's it, baby!" she gasped. "Oh, I'm so fuckin' close! Ungh! Make me cum on your beautiful fuckin' cock!"

"You'd better hurry!" I ground out between clenched teeth. "I can't take much more of your gorgeous cunt! I'm gonna drown you in cum any second!"

"Yes!" she gurgled mindlessly. "Oh fuck, yes! Cum in me, baby! Fill me with spunk!"

I started fucking her cunt with all the strength I had left, rocking her body with hard, powerful thrusts. Her cunt was hot and buttery soft around my cock and her lewd desire to be filled with my cum only served to excite me even more.

"Oh Christ, that's it, you big fuckin' stud!" she cried. "I'm gonna cum!" Her cunt felt like it was on fire, rippling around the girth of my pounding cock as I grunted and sweated over her. I began to feel the familiar burn of an impending climax. I fought it back until she screamed and then I let it go, bellowing as I came deep in her writhing belly.

She screamed, "I'm cumming!" and her whole body stiffened. She convulsed under me wildly, her vagina spasming on my deeply embedded cock as I jetted what felt like gallons of hot sperm into her clenching, grasping cunt.

As my hot load splattered against her cervix, her back bowed until only her head and feet were on the bed. She screamed in wanton abandon as she ground her cunt against me, eagerly taking my hot, thick load deep in her wildly spasming pussy.

"Cumming in me!" she screamed. "Oh God, you're cumming in meee!" Her body collapsed back to the bed and I rode her down, fucking her with short, vicious jabs of my cock as I emptied my balls deep inside her belly. Her snatch was milking me, sucking the jism out of my balls with its hot, squeezing contractions. As the last of my load shot into her, I collapsed on top of her, her cunt still working over my deeply embedded cock.

That was it. The absolute best fuck of my life was over.

******

Lisa was panting and shaking under me as I lay on her, her eyes closed as she held me in her arms. After a few minutes, I rolled off her and she sighed as my cock came out of her well-fucked pussy with an obscene slurping sound.

She laughed tiredly and rolled up against my side, my arm going around her and cupping one of her big tits as she pillowed her head on my shoulder and ran her fingers through the sweat-matted hair on my chest. I kissed the top of her head and tightened my grip on her breast, and her breath caught for a moment before she kissed my chest, her tongue probing against my skin and tasting my sweat.

Her hand slid down over my belly and found my limp cock. "Come home with me," she whispered. I turned my head to look at her and she slanted a sloe-eyed look at me as she stretched her neck and licked my lips. "I wanna fuck the day away with you," she said in a low voice.

"That sounds like quite a plan," I replied, my voice low and rough as my desire for this amazing woman flared to life again.

"I want to do things to you," she said quietly, resting her head on my shoulder again and looking down my body to where her hand was caressing my cock and balls with feather-light touches. "I wanna ride this big fucker until I can't move," she continued. "I wanna suck it dry and eat your cum." She was quiet for a moment and then she looked up at me again as her monolog veered way off track.

"I was a good and faithful wife to my husband for twenty years," she said, "Until he started pronging his secretary." She laughed a short, harsh bark of laughter. "She's a flat-chested, ugly little bitch and I made him pay for choosing her over me. I took his kids, the house he was so fuckin' proud of and most of his money." She looked down to where her hand was still playing with my cock and balls, watching like it were someone else doing it instead of her. "After twenty years of a boring fuckin' marriage, I wanna have some fun too, damn it!"

She sat up suddenly and shook her head, combing out her hair with her fingers and shaking off her angry mood at the same time. She turned, sat on her heels next to me, her fingers toying with the hair on my chest as she smiled at me. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to do that. I was feeling a little sorry for myself, I guess."

"It happens during the holidays," I replied. "Don't worry about it."

She smiled and nodded, and then clasped her hands together in her lap, her upper arms pushing her tits together and showing me an incredible cleavage. "So, what do you think?" she asked with an uncertain smile.

I sat up and cupped her milk-white tits in my hands, lifting them and stroking her thick nipples with my thumbs as my eyes traced the blue veins showing through her translucent skin. I looked at her face after a moment and replied, "I think you have the best set of tits I've ever seen."

Her smile faded as she digested my answer. I let my fingers slide up the underside of her heavy jugs and caught her nipples, pinching them and rolling them between my fingers. "I can't wait to get back to your place so I can fuck 'em."

Her eyes widened and a radiant smile burst forth on her face. I shook her tits by the nipples and she moaned. "I wanna do things to you too," I said softly as I continued to abuse her nipples.

"What, Larry?" she sighed as her eyes closed and her back arched. "What do you wanna do to me?"

"I'm gonna take you the house you shared with your ex and fuck you like you haven't been fucked in twenty years, in the same bed you shared with him," I said, tightening my grip on her nipples. "I'm gonna make you suck the youngest cock you've had in twenty years until it's hard again, and then I'm gonna fuck you in the ass with it!"

She shuddered, her breasts heaving in my palms as my words sank in. I leaned forward and put my lips on her ear. "I'm the man who's younger than your sons, the man who's gonna take you home and make you his slut!" I whispered hotly. "Everything I ever dreamed about doing to a woman, I'm gonna do to you!"

She gasped and leaned forward, her fingers working frantically between her legs, her body trembling as she gave herself a small orgasm. "Oh yes!" she groaned as I pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth and moaning as she sucked on it.

She sat back and looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes after our kiss ended, panting through her open mouth, the very picture of a woman ready and waiting to be fucked.

I got up on my knees and looked out through the windshield, the wipers still quietly snicking away, keeping it clear, and saw that the snowplow had been by while we were making love in the back of the van. I looked down at the top of Lisa's head as she vacuumed my flaccid cock into her mouth and started sucking it.

She moaned in complaint as I cupped her head in my hands and pulled her mouth off me. "Hold that thought," I said, grinning at her as I got off the bed and found my shoes. "We're getting out of here. The plows have been by."

"Son of a bitch!" she sighed. She smiled wryly at me as I sat in the driver's seat and looked back at her.

"Timing is everything in this life, babe," I laughed as she got off the bed and found her tiny little panties. My cock started to come back to life while I watched her slip into them and then put on her sexy little ‘fuck me' shoes. She stood and picked up her dress, her big, beautiful tits swaying and bobbing gently as she moved.

"Don't," I said suddenly as she gathered her dress up in her hands and started to slip it on over her head. Her head popped through the neckline and she frowned in confusion as she looked at me. "Don't what?" she asked.

"Don't get dressed," I answered, holding my hand out to her. "Ride up here with me, just like that."

Her jaw dropped. "Naked?" she asked in a high, squeaking voice.

"Yeah," I nodded with a wicked smile. "Naked. Why not? Let's make some poor bastard's day by letting him catch a glimpse of the best looking MILF in the state!"

Her eyebrows rose and a crooked smile grew on her lips as she thought about it. "Come on, babe," I wheedled, "You said you wanted to have a little fun. Cut loose a little!"

"You must be out of your mind!" she said in astonishment as she looked at me.

She suddenly pulled her bunched up dress off and tossed it on the bed. "And I must be out of mine," she said, picking up the bottle of Jim Beam. "You want some of this now?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Not when I have to drive."

She took a healthy pull off the jug and said, "I'm impressed. Most boys your age would have a drink anyway." She took another swig and capped the bottle, stashing it back in the drawer and stuffing the blanket in on top of it.

She shook her hair out as she came forward and sat down. "Get this thing moving, Larry. I gotta date with your big cock and I can‘t wait!" She put on her seat belt and adjusted the shoulder strap so it crossed her body in the deep valley of her cleavage. She wet her fingers in her mouth and gave me the most licentious look I'd ever gotten from a woman as she teased her thick nipples until they were solidly erect.

"Chrrrrist, but you've got a great body!" I said reverently as I watched her.

"Get your eyes off my tits and on the road. Get this thing moving!" she said breathlessly. "Or we'll be drowning in my cunt juice before we get there!"

I grinned at her and dropped the truck in reverse, backing up for a run at the three-foot snow bank the plow had left in front of us. I put it in drive, took a long and careful look for any traffic both ways and then gunned it. The back wheels spun and grabbed and we lumbered forward, the snow bank exploding into the road as the heavy van breached it. I straightened it out on the gleaming wet pavement and gave the gas hell as Lisa put my Stetson on and laughed excitedly.

"What's your hurry, cowboy?" she teased, cupping her breasts in her hands and shaking them at me. I reached for one and she slapped my hand. "Home first, stud," she said in a sultry voice. I looked at her and she lasciviously licked her lips and batted her eyes at me. "You can have all the tits and ass you ever dreamed of when we get to my house," she promised, spreading her legs and lewdly caressing her panty-clad pussy.

I gulped and put my foot down, and then lifted it again, dropping back to the speed limit as Lisa let out a dirty little chuckle. "Good boy!" she cooed.

As badly as I wanted to put the wood to her again, I wanted to get us to her house in one piece without being stopped by a roving cop or putting us in the ditch. Being stopped wasn't very likely; we were on a road that wasn't very busy at this time of night and all the cops would be operating checkpoints on the roads that were busy. Plus, it was close to two o'clock in the morning. Traffic would be nonexistent until we got to town.

I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore Lisa as she braced her feet, still clad in her hellishly sexy ‘fuck me' heels on the dashboard and shamelessly masturbated while we headed towards town.

******

We passed through the sleepy little village of Shelburne without seeing anyone. It looked like a Christmas picture postcard, the snow gleaming brightly in the streetlights as we motored through the village square and past the brightly lit Christmas tree, shrouded in a coat of white. As we left Shelburne and entered South Burlington, the two-lane road turned into a four lane divided boulevard and that's where Lisa finally had a chance to show off her goods.

We had to stop at a stoplight. Just up the boulevard from the light, parked maybe a hundred yards away in the driveway of a motel, sat a town plow. The truck was running, the interior light was on and the driver was reading a book while he ate his sandwich. I looked over at Lisa and she was watching him nervously, her fingers temporarily stilled in her sodden pussy.

The light turned green and I started us on our way. When we were about fifty yards away from the guy, I laid on the horn and turned on the dome light that was over our heads. Lisa jumped and her arms flew up, crossing over her breasts. "Larry!" she squealed, looking at me. "He'll see!"

"I know," I laughed, getting off the gas and coasting towards the plow. "That's the idea!" I urged, "Give the poor bastard a show. Give him something to brag about when he gets back to the garage!"

Lisa bit her lip, and then her feet thumped to the floor as she sat forward and pulled my hat low, putting her face in heavy shadow. She arched her back, pushing her remarkable tits out towards the windshield, cupped the heavy mounds in her hands and bounced them gently as we crawled towards the parked plow. Just before we got there, she opened her mouth, slowly and sensuously licking her lips and blowing the guy a kiss in the glare of his headlights as we passed him. I hit the gas and glanced in the rear view mirror to see if he was going to be stupid and try to follow us.

Lisa sat back in her seat and arched her back, gasping and moaning, her ass coming off the seat as she furiously masturbated, cumming hard on the four fingers she had crammed into her drooling cunt. I shut off the dome light and motored on, my cock rigidly erect and getting in the way of the steering wheel while she orgasmed her brains out on the seat next to me.

She showed her tits twice more on the way to her house. The second time was much like the first; flashing one of the poor buggers that deliver the Burlington Free Press to stores before the crack of dawn.

But the third time... The third time was a group ten of drunken college boys outside of a Frat house on College Row. They had been industriously constructing an amazingly realistic eight-foot erect cock on the front lawn of the Sorority house across the street. We eased to a stop and watched for a few moments, until one of the guys spotted Lisa. Almost instantly, we had all of them crowded around the windshield and front doors, watching with their tongues hanging out as Lisa played with her tits and masturbated for them.

She didn't fool around either. She had her feet on the dashboard again, her long legs spread wide open as she fucked her shaved snatch with three fingers, changing hands often and painting her hugely erect nipples with the cunt lube from her juicy box.

She literally exploded into a massive climax when three of the bolder guys hauled out their erect cocks and started masturbating along with her. She came a second time as two of them orgasmed, both of them managing to shoot some of their sperm onto the windshield in front of her.

We made a hasty exit when one guy tried to open the locked door on her side of the truck. The last I saw of the poor bastard as I reversed down the street was his feet, waving wildly from a snow bank where his pals had dumped him, head first.

It was a ten-minute ride from College Row to her house in the North End, and she spent the last five minutes of that ride on her knees beside me, sucking my cock and playing with my full balls. I pulled into her driveway and regretfully pulled her off my cock by her hair.

"We're here, babe," I told her as we idled in front of her garage. "Unless you want a late-to-bed neighbor to see how well you can give head..." She squealed then and scrabbled in her purse, hiding behind my seat while she found her keys. They rattled as she pulled them out of her purse and the garage door began to open when she thumbed the remote door opener on her key chain. I drove in and the door reversed, shutting out the world as it thumped down against the floor.

She plopped down in her seat and looked at me, shaking her head and smiling as I killed the engine. "I cannot believe I did that!" she said in a low voice. "That was..."

"The craziest fuckin' thing you've ever done?" I finished up for her. She looked at me and smiled, and after a moment, nodded in agreement.

"Yeah," she said quietly, the fingers of her right hand brushing lightly across her nipples. "Masturbating for those boys... that was hot!" She looked at me again. "And you know what? I never cum when I masturbate. Never!" She sighed and straightened up, gathered up her purse and clothing and got out of the truck. "Come on," she said as we met in front of the van. "Let's go inside." She took my hand and headed for the door into the house. She paused with her hand on the knob and looked over her shoulder at me. "I need some cock!"

********

We didn't make it to her bedroom. In fact, we didn't even make it out of the kitchen. She hung her keys on a pegboard just inside the door and let me by, closing and locking the door behind me. It felt very, very weird walking into a strange house buck naked with my hard on leading the way.

I stopped next to a breakfast bar and caught her hand as she was walking by. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, sliding my hands down the length of her smooth back and onto her ass, pulling her tightly to me and grinding my cock into her soft belly as I sucked her tongue into my mouth. She moaned and melted against me, kissing me back passionately. After our kiss ended, I boosted her up onto the breakfast bar and spread her legs. She leaned back on her elbows and watched me; her lower lip caught in her teeth as I sank to my knees and pulled her panties down. She lifted her ass and I got them the rest of the way off her. I bunched them up in my fist and smelled them, inhaling the scent of her wet pussy as I got to my feet.

"You've got the real thing right here, you idiot!" Lisa said in a throaty voice.

"Oh yeah," I smiled, tossing her panties aside. "So I do." She spread her legs and I fisted my cock and walked it right into her sodden cunt.

"Oh Christ, yes!" she moaned, drawing her legs up and back, giving me all the room I needed to belly right up to her. She lay back, knocking my hat off and grabbed her ankles, looking up at me and already breathing hard. "Fuck me, Larry!" she growled. "I want you to fuck the hell out of me!"

I slid my hands onto her knees and pushed them back and down, leaning over her and kissing her again as I let go of her legs and found her tits, molding them in my hands while we kissed. I let my cock soak in her as I worked on her, constantly playing with her breasts while I kissed and licked every part of her body that I could reach without taking my cock out of her.

Ten long minutes later, she was gasping and panting, whining and moaning piteously as she writhed under me, begging me to please start fucking her. I kissed her again, laying on her, flattening her tits against my chest while my tongue explored her mouth when I reached my limit.

I'd had a hard on for about forty-five minutes. Lisa had kept me that way with her performance in the truck and I had only added to my lust for her with all the foreplay we had just indulged in. Now, all I could think about was nailing her, pinning her ass down somewhere and fucking the shit out of her until I came.

I straightened up after our kiss ended and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard in my hands as I started to fuck her. I took her with long, hard strokes, my abdomen slapping loudly against her upturned ass as I impaled her twitching cunt repeatedly on my long, thick cock. There was no finesse, no tricky little moves. It was a straight up, no frills hard fuck. My single objective was to get this incredible woman off before I emptied my balls into her dripping wet cunt.

It was short, fast and amazingly satisfying. I didn't last even three minutes after I started balling her, and she was cumming after only one. Our flesh slapping together sounded like somebody clapping their hands and as my climax approached, my abdomen burned like it had been spanked.

When I could no longer hold off my orgasm, I buried my cock deep in her belly and came, bellowing as my cream erupted from my cock and splashed against her cervix. It turned my knees to jelly and I actually fell, landing on my ass and hosing down my belly with my cum as I sagged down to my back and writhed on the cool tile floor.

Suddenly Lisa was there, on her knees between my legs, taking my cock into her hot wet mouth and sucking what little of my load that was left out of me. She rammed her face down over my bucking cock until her nose was buried in my pubic hair and I screamed as her tongue scrubbed against my pulsing balls.

The world went dark.

********

When I woke up, there was a small pillow under my head and Lisa was sitting on her heels next to me, bathing my face with a cool washcloth. "Well hello," she said with a smile.

"Hey," I replied. "What happened?"

"I think you fainted."

"No shit? That's a new one."

She smiled. "Sit up and see if you get dizzy."

I sat up, and after a moment, I got to my feet. She looked up at me and frowned, grabbed the pillow and stood up. "I feel fine," I said as she looked at me again.

"Are you sure?"

"Let me put it this way," I said as I gathered her into my arms. She tipped her head back and looked up at me expectantly. "I'm feeling good enough to be thinking about where I want to fuck you next." I gave her my best leer and she giggled.

"You're incorrigible!" she said with a laugh. I cupped her ass in my hands and pulled her belly tightly against my wilted cock.

"We haven't even gotten started yet, lady," I said, looking into her eyes. "I don't know what it is about you," I said softly, "But every time I look at you, all I can think about is putting you on your back and screwing the hell outta you!"

She laid a hand against my face, brushing her thumb across my lips. I opened my mouth and caught it, sucking on it gently as she whispered, "What was it you said earlier? That sounds like a plan?" She ground her tits into my chest as her lips found mine, and she kissed me. "The stairs are through there," she gasped after our kiss broke; nodding at the door leading into what I could see was the dining room.

I backed her up against the breakfast bar and kissed her again, and we were both gasping as this one ended. "No," she sighed, putting her head down and pushing me away. She looked up at me through her tangled hair, her jaw set in determination. "I wanna take a shower with you first," she said. "I wanna scrub you clean all over, and then I wanna take you to bed and fuck you until you cry uncle!"

I grinned at her and took her hand. "Lead on, honey," I laughed. "That sounds like a plan that I can live with!"

Chapter Three

We had been in the shower for about twenty minutes. Lisa, I found out, was as good as her word. She had scrubbed me with a great big bath sponge until my hide was pink and I had returned the favor. Now she was on her knees in front of me, industriously deep throating my cock. I was trying to get her off it because I wanted her to finish her plan. That is, I wanted her to ride me until I cried uncle. I was looking forward to watching and playing with her beautiful tits while she bounced on my cock.

"Lisa!" I moaned as she took me deep in her throat, her pert nose pressed against my belly while her tongue flicked at my balls. "Lisa, damn it! I'm gonna cum if you keep this up!" I was right on the ragged edge, a few more seconds of her expert head and I was going to blast off right down her throat.

I gritted my teeth and tangled a hand in her wet hair, pulling her off my cock. "Damn it woman, that thing only has a certain number of shots in it, you know!" I said as she got to her feet.

She looked at me and then laughed. "My God Larry, you do have a way with words, don't you?"

I pulled her close and kissed the end of her nose. "It's not that I don't like the way you suck my cock," I said to her. "It's just that I'm kinda looking forward to having you fuck me."

"I'm kinda looking forward to it too, stud," she said with a smile. She kissed my nipple and captured it with her teeth, lashing it with her tongue as her hands found my rod and held it. I shivered and my desire to fuck her went up a notch.

She let my nipple go, shut the water off and pushed me out of the shower. She picked up a huge, fluffy towel and quickly dried me off; toweling my short hair dry while I was on my knees so she could reach it. "There," she said, tossing the towel into a hamper. "You're sparkling clean. Go wait for me in bed, ok? I'll be there in a few minutes."

I picked up her towel and leered at her. "I'm a hell of a towel boy," I said to her.

"Next time," she smiled, taking the towel out of my hand. "Now go on!"

I left the bathroom and walked to the bed, a huge thing that I think they call a California King. Aside from that enormous bed and a pair of nightstands flanking it, there was a chest at the foot of the bed, probably full of bedding, and two comfortable looking armchairs in a corner of the room, with an end table between them and a floor lamp flanking each chair. An open book was on the seat of one of the chairs and a pair of reading glasses sat on the table.

The doorway to the hall was on the left, next to the doorway of the en-suite bathroom. Straight ahead was the doorway to the dressing rooms and the walk-in closet. The closet, the dressing rooms and the bathroom all connected.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the room. It was big and plush, and very nicely decorated. It was not an obviously girly-girl kind of space; a man could be comfortable in here too. It was like the rest of the house though, in that it reeked of money. Lots of money. Her ex must have been loaded.

I turned down the bed, revealing sinfully sensual silk sheets and lay down, wondering just what I was getting involved in here. I had already decided that her ex must be a first class moron. Lisa had a bright and inquisitive mind, she was easy to talk to and even easier to look at. She said that she had been faithful through twenty years of marriage and I believed her.

However, her best character trait as far as I could see was that she was a lady in the living room and a bawdy, randy bitch in the bedroom. It was a perfect combination. I shook my head and decided that I was wrong about her ex. He was not a first class moron; he was a world-class idiot studying to become a first class moron. That's when I dozed off.

I woke up after I'd had a fifteen-minute catnap. Some one had been in the room while I was sleeping; the lights had been shut off and the room was lit entirely by candle light. There was music playing very softly in the background. I was still alone in the bed and that was a little worrying. Had she changed her mind about wanting to fuck the day away with me?

‘Don't be stupid, Larry,' I thought to myself as I looked around the room again. Nobody sets a romantic scene like this just to send their lover home. I heard the dressing room door open and I stopped thinking as a walking wet dream stepped into the candle light.

It was Lisa, of course, but an utterly transformed Lisa. She was wearing something that I recognized from the Victoria's Secret catalogs that one of my roomies got in the mail and usually left in the bathroom at the apartment. It was called an Embroidered Eyelet Baby-doll, and she had matched it with Chantilly Lace boy-shorts and Tease Me seamed thigh high stockings, all in black. On her feet, she was wearing black open toed five-inch stiletto pumps.

Her hair was dry and arranged in some kind of a complicated hairdo on the top of her head, and it glowed a deep russet color in the candle light. Having her hair up somehow emphasized the long, slender column of her neck and looking at it, I wanted to go to her and nuzzle it.

She was wearing skillfully applied makeup too, and with it, she had managed to take years off her face. Her cheekbones were only slightly emphasized, but add that to the Egyptian Queen look that she had achieved with her eye makeup, and she looked as fuckable as hell.

She posed for me just outside the door to the dressing room and smiled brilliantly as my cock rose and saluted her. "I was going to ask you if you liked it." She eyed my erect cock again and giggled, "But I can see that you do."

She walked, no; she strutted down the length of the room and stopped next to me. "Jesus Christ!" I said in a strangled voice. "Do that again, would you please?" She gave me another smile and walked the length of the room and back again. I don't know how to explain how walking in five-inch stiletto heels changes a woman's gait. Suffice it to say that I had never been more aroused just by watching a woman walk as I was by her at that moment.

I sat up on the side of the bed and Lisa sank down into my lap, her firm, boyshort-clad butt pressed delightfully against my cock. She put her arm around my neck and smiled at me as I ogled her. "You look gorgeous, babe," I whispered. I lifted a hand and gently traced the outline of her hard nipple through the see-thru material of her top.

"I knew that you'd like it," she purred. She got out of my lap and walked back to the dressing room door, reaching inside and putting out the light and then walking back to me. I was enthralled. Her ass was a thing of beauty, flexing and swaying as she moved. Farther down, her legs were masterpieces, sculpted by the stiletto heels. On the return trip, her breasts bounced and swayed, her rigidly erect nipples just barely visible through the semi-opaque material. The boy-shorts emphasized the tight fullness of her ass and helped to define her hourglass figure.

I couldn't get enough of looking at her, and perversely, I couldn't wait to get her out of that outfit and on her back under me. I wanted to fuck her so bad I could taste it.

She walked up to me and straddled my legs, sitting on my knees again. "What are you thinking?" she asked as she rested her arms on my shoulders.

"I... I'm not thinking," I replied in a hoarse voice. I swallowed and tried again. "I don't have enough blood left in my head to run my brain!"

"You poor boy," she cooed, wrapping her arms around my head and pulling me forward until my face was buried in her imposing cleavage. "I can't wait until it's your great big cock in there," she whispered. "Are you going to cum on my face when you fuck my tits, Larry?" Her breath was hot against my ear. "Or are you going to stick that monster in my mouth and make me eat your cum?"

"Oh God!" I groaned. My hands were on her ass, squeezing her firm flesh. I turned my head and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth, tonguing it and chewing it lightly through the material of her top. She arched her back, pushing her tit deeper into my mouth as she took a hissing breath through her clenched teeth.

Her ass came up off my lap and she reached between her legs. I heard the sound of Velcro being torn open as she removed the crotch of her sexy little boy-shorts, revealing her shaved box, a modification to the boy-shorts that she must had done herself. Her soft hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock and suddenly, I could feel the wet heat of her cunt on the tip of my rod as she seated the head of it between her labia.

She groaned as she sat on my cock. "Oh Lord, Larry! You have a magnificent cock! It's so nice and big, it fills me right up!"

"I'm not that big," I sighed into her tits. "Your cunt is that tight, is what it is." I tipped my head back and she covered my mouth with hers, kissing me deeply.

I cupped her ass in my hands after our kiss ended and stood up. Lisa squealed and wrapped herself around me like a Boa Constrictor. I stepped up onto the bed and walked to the middle of it and knelt down, then sat down and stretched out, my cock still deeply planted in Lisa's pussy.

She got her knees under herself and chuckled. "I think that somebody wants to get fucked."

I ran my hands up her sides and onto her tits, hefting the weight of them in my hands and flicking my thumbs over her erect nipples. "I think you're right," I agreed.

She began to move then, putting her hands on my chest, leaning forward and moving her hips back and forth on my body, my deeply embedded cock stirring her wet cunt as her erect clit scrubbed against my pubis. I looked up at her face and saw that the tip of her tongue was caught between her teeth and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the feeling of my cock in her belly.

"I can feel you all the way in me," she said in a low, furry voice. "The head of your cock is right there at my cervix and it feels wonderful." She sat up, put her hands behind her head, and arched her back. Her big tits jutted out at me, lush and full, swaying and bobbing gently with her movements. My eyes drifted lower and I saw that her navel was pulled into an oval shape by her position, making her belly look even firmer and flatter than it normally did.

She looked magnificent. They say that a woman hits the peak of her sexuality in her early thirties. If that was true, then Lisa had managed to defy Mother Nature and hang on to hers into her forties. I was suddenly awestruck by the gorgeous female who was mounted on my cock. The way she looked, she could have any man she wanted. Hell, she probably could make any man sit up and beg her for the chance to have her. Yet, here I was, making love to her for the fourth time that night.

I sat up, interrupting her sexual dance on my cock and took her in my arms, kissing the side of her neck and working my way to her mouth. I covered her plush, sensual lips with mine and kissed her. I forgot about everything else and just concentrated on that. I ignored the hot, wet grip of her cunt on my cock, paid no attention to the feel of her lush breasts flattened against my chest, and was oblivious to the feel of her firm ass on my thighs. Our tongues chased each other back and forth between our mouths, and I became intensely aware of the taste of her.

I sank down to my back on the bed, taking her with me, never once breaking our kiss. She whined deep in her throat and melted on top of me, her breath whistling through her nose as that kiss went on and on. I rolled us over until she was on her back and my hips were cradled between her firm thighs, and still we kissed. She clung to me as I fucked her mouth with my tongue, her breathing getting heavier and heavier until she suddenly tore her mouth away from mine and climaxed.

She wailed as her cunt convulsed around the thickness of my cock, her nails digging into my back as I nibbled on the little patch of skin on her neck that throbbed in time with her heartbeat. Her orgasm began to fade away and I cover her lips with mine a second time. I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her and then rammed it right back into her.

She bucked against me and screamed into my mouth as she peaked again, her body writhing on the stake of my cock while I held her down and sucked her tongue. She broke our kiss again, sobbing for breath as I buried my face against her long, elegant neck, slid my hands under her back and gripped her shoulders. I began to fuck her then, using short, sharp jabs, my belly slapping against hers and my cock prodding her cervix with every stroke. Her legs came up around my hips and she drummed her heels against my ass, screaming again as she mindlessly tried to get my cock even deeper into her hungry pussy.

Having this beautiful, mature woman going wild while I made love to her excited the hell out of me, so I only lasted a few minutes. I fucked her hard, moving up her body a bit so the top of my cock was rubbing against her enormously engorged clit. I reared up over her and pinned her to the bed, my hands full of her tits and holding her down as I hammered my cock into her belly. A bare minute later, she came again, her screams fading to a breathless whine as a massive orgasm ravaged her. I could actually feel her tits swell in my hands as her face and breasts flushed red.

I eased up on her a little bit when her eyes rolled back in her head, but I kept my rock hard cock moving in her, using every inch of it on her as she climaxed. She was panting and gasping for air when her eyes opened, staring blindly at me as I slowed down even more, letting her catch her breath. Her fancy hairdo had come undone and her hair was spread out on the pillow, a dark red halo around her head in the candle light.

"Jesus!" she moaned as she rejoined the world, her back arching as I drove my cock deep into her drooling cunt. She lifted her head off the pillow and watched my cock come almost all the way out of her and groaned as I drove it right back into her. "Oh fuck, yeah!" she moaned breathlessly, her hips moving, fucking me back as I worked on her. I squeezed the mounds of her tits hard as I fucked my cock into her tight, buttery cunt, gradually picking up speed until I was screwing her hot, wet cunt with everything I had.

"Aaahh! Larry! Oh, fuck! You're in me in me so fuckin' deep!" she whimpered, spreading her legs a wide as she could. "Jesus!" she screeched, "I'm cumming again!" I felt her hairless pussy convulse around my cock as she came hard, her cunt muscles squeezing my cock in a hot, tight grip. "I'm cumming, Larry! Fuck meee!"

Her lewd cries combined with the tightness of her spasming cunt and the sight of my thick shaft stretching her shaved twat was all too much for me and I felt my own orgasm hit. "Uhh! Jesus! I'm cumming too, baby!" I bellowed, ramming my cock into her cunt like a pile driver. "Cumming in your tight little cunt! Oh, God!"

Her eyes rolled as my cock jerked inside her, filling her quivering belly with load after load of hot, thick cum. "Uhh yes, give it to me Larry! Come in my cunt!" she shrieked, her pussy convulsing around my throbbing cock. "Cum, Larry! Cum!"

As we climaxed together, I kept right on driving my spurting cock into her, never slowing for a second as I fucked my writhing lover with all the strength I had left. She bucked up at me, squealing in wanton abandon as our climaxes ravaged us.

********

It was about seven o'clock in the morning when a highly annoying bell started ringing next to me. I rolled over and felt for the alarm clock, but all I found was more bed. That woke me up. ‘Oh yeah.' I thought, ‘I'm at Lisa's house.'

I sat up and scratched my chest, wondering where she was. The clock said that it was seven in the morning, and I decided that I felt better than I had any right to, considering how little sleep I had gotten after the long and athletic night that I'd had. The bell stopped ringing just as I found it with my eyes. It was a simple kitchen timer and there was a note under it. ‘Cum for breakfast.' I laughed as I read it and wondered if I was going to dine on a little hairless hair pie this morning.

I got out of the bed, wondering if I should show up in the kitchen buck-naked or take the time and the liberty of searching the closet for a robe. I decided on buck-naked. If she had wanted me to have a robe, she would have left me one. I went into the bathroom, took a leak and washed up with a washcloth I found there.

I would have preferred a shower but again, I figured that if she wanted me to have one, she would have mentioned it in her note. As it was, my hands, face, armpits and crotch were all clean, and rather sweeter smelling than I would have liked. The soap I used smelled like roses.

I started to get a hard on while I was walking downstairs to the kitchen. That word ‘cum' in her note reminded me that although she had blown me at least three times last night, I had yet to go down on her. The more I thought about it, the better I liked the idea. If her box was anywhere near as sweet as her mouth, then lunching at her Y would be a real pleasure.

I found her in the kitchen, stacking sausage patties on a platter that also held piles of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. She was wearing a floor length robe that fit her like a glove and looked sexy as hell.

She aimed her spatula at me and then pointed it at the dining room. "Go sit," she ordered. "I'll be right in."

I took another step towards her and she swung her spatula at me. "Sit, I said!" She scowled at me ferociously as I gaped at her. "You need to eat to keep up your strength!" She leered at me comically and I laughed as she said, "You're gonna need it, stud!"

I held up my hands and backed away from her, and went into the dining room. One place setting had been laid at the head of the table. A candelabrum that had not been there before was in the middle of the table and lit, and the morning paper was next to my plate.

I shook my head and sat down, opening the paper and reading the headline. Lisa strutted through the door then, carrying a tray with a coffee service on it, and wearing the most outrageous little French Maid outfit I'd ever seen.

It was a dress that covered her to the tops of her thighs and looked like it was made out of black silk. It had a neckline that plunged to her waist and showed off the inside curves of her tits almost to her nipples, which were lovingly outlined by the clingy material. The skirt was just a decorative frill around her hips and covered her to the lower curve of her beautiful ass. She was wearing a small apron made out of black silk and a black choker around her throat that emphasized the long, elegant length of her neck. There was a little black and white tiara in her hair, her stockings were held up with garters and her feet were in stiletto heeled platform shoes. It sounds like a ridiculous outfit but it was as sexy as hell on her.

She set the tray down, poured coffee into a bone china cup and set it in front of me. She picked up a sugar bowl and a set of small silver tongs and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Two, please," I said. She dropped in two lumps of sugar and picked up a creamer. I nodded and she poured some in the cup and then stirred it with a small silver spoon. She left the room while I tasted the coffee. It was delicious. She reappeared wearing oven mitts and carrying the serving platter and set it down. I folded the paper, set it aside and picked up the napkin as she served me.

"Damn, that smells good!" I said, suddenly ravenous. I picked up my knife and fork and looked at her. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I ate while I was cooking," she said. "Is this what you wanted for breakfast?"

"I didn't know I had a choice."

She gave me a wicked smile, spread her legs and reached under her skirt. A moment later, her hand reappeared, her fingers shining with her juices. She reached over to me and painted my upper lip with them. I caught her hand and sucked her fingers into my mouth, cleaning them with my tongue. She trembled and sighed as her eyes closed and I watched her nipples harden while I sucked her fingers.

I may be slow sometimes but I'm not completely dense. I took the hint. I got out of my chair and boosted her onto the table, pushing her down to her back as I hooked a chair with my foot and sat down in front of her. She raised her legs and I pulled her ass to the edge of the table. She moaned, "Oh God, yes!" and her head thumped down onto the wood as I spread her labia with my fingers and drove my tongue into her dripping wet box.

Those were her last coherent words for the next twenty minutes. I ate her out, using my tongue, lips, and teeth on her labia and clit, spreading her thick lips with one hand when I wanted to get my tongue into her while I tortured and teased her thickly engorged nipples with the other hand. She tasted delicious, her honeyed oils were ambrosia to me and I feasted on it, digging for it in the bottomless well of her cunt.

She shrieked and moaned and gasped as I went down on her, climaxing almost immediately when I thrust my stiffened tongue into her. She came about every five minutes, her thighs hugging my head as I went after her long, thick clit, sucking it and holding it with my lips while I lashed it with my tongue.

The second time she came, I had my forefinger in her, roughly massaging her G-spot while I tongued her clit and squeezed one of her tits in my hand. Her third orgasm took me by surprise. I had her clit clamped lightly in my teeth and I was batting it with my tongue while I mauled her breasts. I had her nipples clutched tightly in my fingers, stretching them away from her breasts when she made a weird sort of strangled gasp and humped her hips up at my mouth and ejaculated all over my chin.

I had heard about female ejaculation and I had seen it on the internet, but never in person. My last girlfriend claimed that it had happened to her a few times when she was masturbating but I had never been able to make her do it when I was going down on her.

Having Lisa ejaculate while I was eating her excited the hell out of me. I wanted to see it again and I went to work on her with a will, abandoning her tits and working over her clit with my fingers. The second time she ejaculated, I was ready for it. I had her clit in my fingers, squeezing it gently and rolling it, while I massaged the tight, puckered rosebud of her anus with the tip of my thumb.

She made that weird noise again and her cunt erupted, her juices spurting into the air. I covered her cunt with my mouth and sucked, my eyes closing as the taste of her saturated my senses. She bucked her hips at me twice, and then her fingers were tangled in my hair and she pulled my mouth off her cunt. "Enough!" she howled.

I stood up and crammed my cock into her, sheathing it to the hilt in her wildly palpitating belly and unloaded into her, cumming as soon as my balls hit her ass. She let out a full-throated scream as my jism sprayed against her cervix and spasmed hard enough to make my coffee slop out of the cup into the saucer. I bellowed and folded down on top of her, burying my face in the side of her neck as I shot what felt like my backbone into her.

******

I was sprawled in my chair, breathing hard and watching her. She was still on the table, her long legs hanging over the edge and trembling spastically as she rubbed her pussy with one hand and soothed her reddened nipples with the other. My semi-hard cock was standing over my lap, still drooling cum.

Lisa struggled up onto her elbows, gave me a bleary-eyed smile, and then wearily sat up. "My God," she sighed. "Every time I think it can't possibly get any better, you do something like that to me."

"It's not my fault," I gasped. "I get inspired when I have a sexy MILF like you spread out right in front of me." She giggled as I rose from my chair and offered her my hand.

"No, thank you," she said, pulling her legs up and laying on her back. She slid the candelabra from the center of the table to right in front of my plate and rolled over until she was laying on her front, right in the middle of the table. She propped herself up on her elbows and grinned merrily at me as I sat down in front of my food and groaned.

"What's the matter, Larry?" she laughed.

"As if you didn't know!" I said accusingly. "How the hell am I supposed to eat while I'm looking at those?" The ‘those' in question were her breasts. Her creamy white tits bulged out of the French Maid outfit, which showed off her breasts beautifully. I could see almost all of them, right down to her rigidly erect nipples that were still just barely covered by her dress.

"Show a little will power, man!" she giggled. "They're just tits and you've seem ‘em before. Now eat your breakfast."

I rolled my eyes and sighed, but I was hungry and the food smelled great. I moved my plate out of the way and reached for the platter, still sitting on the sideboard. "Careful!" Lisa said. "That platter may still be hot."

I looked at her and said, "You heated it up so the food would stay hot?" She nodded. "You planned all this, just so I'd eat your hot little box?"

She grinned at me and chuckled. "I had hopes," she said happily.

I laughed and picked up the platter. It was still warm and the eggs were hot when I ate a bite of them. She teased me unmercifully as I ate, taking one provocative pose after another. One was particularly effective and almost made me climb up onto the table and fuck her again. She lay on her side, facing me, her head propped up on her bent arm. Her upper leg was drawn up, her foot, still clad in her hellishly sexy shoe, planted on the table right next to her shaved snatch. She had swiped my spoon and she was using it to casually eat our combined juices as they oozed out of her cunt.

I watched her do that for about a minute before I dropped my fork and rose out of my chair, my napkin hanging on my revived cock as I stood up.

"Unh uh!" she smiled, waving her spoon at me. "No more pussy for you, mister, until you finish your breakfast!"

I sank back into my chair, growled at her and lowered my face to the platter, cleaning what remained of the eggs and a lone sausage patty off it in about three seconds. She sank down to her back and laughed as I stood up again, cleaned off my face with the napkin and flung it aside. I moved around to the side of the table and grabbed her feet, pulling her towards me. She sat up and I took her in my arms. I kissed her, my tongue plunging deep into her mouth and tasting our combined spend on her tongue.

"Mmm," she sighed after our kiss ended. "I love the way you kiss me."

I picked her up with one arm under her knees and the other around her back. She draped her arms around my neck and we kissed again as I held her. I carried her into the living room and set her down on the couch, and she was on her knees with my semi-erect cock in her mouth before I was straightened up. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" I sighed, resting my hands on her head. She blew me just long enough to get me hard, and bent over the coffee table, smiling seductively at me over her shoulder while she shook her ass at me. "Come on, big boy," she cooed, "Momma wants some cock!"

I dropped to my knees behind her and slipped my cock up her cum-drooling cunt from behind, fucking it deep into her belly. Even filled with a load of my cum, Lisa's cunt was still very tight, and my slippery cum only made her snug cunt slide over my cock a little easier, letting me fuck her as deeply as I could, shafting her drooling pussy to the hilt with my cock.

I began to fuck her with a passion, holding onto her womanly hips with both hands while I rammed my cock deep inside her. "Oh, shit! God, what a hot little cunt!" I grunted. I pounded into her eagerly tipped up pussy like a maniac, screwing the moaning woman deeply. Her clinging box was full of sperm and swollen with lust and she was swirling her hips, making her cunt spiral and weave on my cock and giving me one hell of a ride. I fucked her hard and she moaned with pleasure, pushing her drooling cunt eagerly back against my ferocious thrusts.

"Yeah, you like this, don't you baby?" I gasped, grimacing as she worked the strong muscles of her pussy on my cock.

"Oh God, yes! I love it! Fuck me Larry! Oh yeah, harder! Fuck me harder!" she squealed.

I stepped up the tempo, fucking the whimpering woman just as she had asked, long and hard, all the time staring hungrily at her clenching, cock-filled cunt. I watched with rising lust as my hard cock plunged into her tight little twat to my balls with every heavy thrust, her taut labia clinging to my shaft like the lips of a small, sucking mouth every time I pulled back for another thrust.

She looked back at me, lust burning brightly in her eyes as she hunched her hips back to meet my hammering cock. "Uhh! Fuck me! I'm gonna cum!" she squealed. I rammed my cock deep into her spasming cunt several more times and she came, hard. "Cumming!" she gasped, fucking me back as her climax battered her senses.

Her wanton cries and her tight, spasming cunt were too much for me and I orgasmed too, my jism flooding from my aching balls and inundating her battered pussy. "Cumming in your tight, sweet cunt!" I groaned, fucking my spewing cock into her like a pile driver.

She howled, her orgasm growing as my cock jerked inside her belly, filling her quivering twat to overflowing with my hot, thick cum.

As we climaxed together, I continued to drive my cock into her, never letting up for an instant as I screwed her with all the strength I could muster. She thrashed under me, writhing and squealing as her orgasm took her.

*******

We were in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast when the phone rang. Actually, she was on her knees again, trying to suck me hard. It was working; my cock was at half-mast and slowly rising. So I couldn't believe it when she stopped to answer the damned phone.

"I'll get rid of them," she said with a lewd smile. "You just keep thinking dirty thoughts."

She picked it up and leaned a hip against the counter, with her legs crossed at the ankles. She was, as far as I could tell, talking to a girlfriend. I was amazed at how quickly she could change from a cock-hungry wench on her knees to an ordinary housewife, talking of mundane things on the phone with a friend.

That's when a diabolical plan popped into my head and I slipped behind her and put a hand on her belly while my half-hard cock nestled happily between the taut cheeks of her spectacular ass. She looked at me over her shoulder, frowning as my hand landed on her belly and slid downwards, finding her sopping wet pussy. She gasped and her eyes went wide as I found her big clit and thumbed it.

"No, I'm fine. I, uh, I burned my tongue on my tea," she said into the phone. I could just barely hear the voice on the other end of the phone as she pulled my hand from between her legs and frowned at me again. "Stop that!" she hissed as she covered the receiver with her hand. "I'm on the phone with my sister-in-law!"

I nodded, and she turned her attention back to her conversation. I moved forward, blocking her into the corner between the counter and the breakfast bar and cupped her ass with my hands, squeezing and kneading her pliant flesh which earned me another look.

"You'd better hurry up!" I whispered.

Lisa shook her head ‘no' as she tried to dodge my hands, but I had her trapped. She rose to her tiptoes, fighting to keep her voice steady as I found her clit and thumbed it again. As she batted one hand away, I attacked with the other, and she was a very busy woman for the next few moments.

She managed to sound almost normal as she slapped my left hand away from her cunt and then rose to her toes again as I slipped the forefinger of my right hand deep into her wet pussy from behind.

"Oh shit!" she gasped as she grabbed my wrist and pulled my finger out of her. I could hear more questions coming from her caller. I launched another attack on her cunt with my left hand and opened a new front from the rear, finding the tight pucker of her asshole and slipping my cunt juice lubed forefinger halfway into it, just as Lisa said, "Yeah, well I'm a little clumsy today, I... Oh, God!"

She gave me a murderous look and I just grinned at her. She was in trouble and she knew it. I whispered, "You'd better hang up!" and then I bent over and tongued her nipple.

She jerked away from me and said in an shaking voice, "Let me call you back, Martha, ok? I've just spilled my tea all over everywhere!" I slid the rest of my finger into her ass and added a second one to her pussy. "I'll call you!" she squealed into the phone and slammed it down.

"Oh, you rotten little fucker!" she sighed, bending her legs and driving herself down on my hands.

I tried to look sorry, but it was hard to do when I had her skewered on both hands as I did. She started to pant as I fucked both of her holes with my fingers and thumbed her erect clit every now and again.

"You're gonna make me cum," she gasped, "I have to pee!" I added a third finger to her stretched pussy and began to abuse her clit in earnest, jilling her off as best I knew how.

"Larry, no! Wait!" she cried out. "I... no! I gotta... peeee!" Her voice rose on the last word and she orgasmed, cumming on my fingers. Piss splashed onto the floor as she made a sound like a siren, sort of a rising, warbling wail. Then she lost control of her bladder completely, pissing all over the floor while she climaxed on my hands.

"Aaahh... Oh! Oh God! Aaahh! So good!" Her head fell back and she stared unseeingly at the ceiling as I covered her mouth with mine. She sucked my tongue fiercely as she climaxed on my fingers, and sank to her knees as her orgasm and our kiss ended.

She inhaled my rigid cock and looked up at me as she sucked it, her tongue doing marvelous things to it as I sank it deep into her throat. My orgasm, when it came, took us both by surprise. Me, because it was so quick and her, because I came so much.

My cock bucked in her throat and she tore her mouth off me and coughed. My second shot painted a line of sperm from her forehead, across her open eye and down her cheek. She flinched, trying to blink cum out of her eye as two more healthy shots of my cream coated her plush lips with sperm as she turned back towards me. Her tongue flicked out and licked her lips clean, and she groaned as she gobbled my joint, sucking what was left of my cum right out of me.

Chapter Four

She was bent over the sink and I was using the hand sprayer to flush my cum out of her eye. She straightened up and I shut the water off as she blotted her face dry on the hand towel. She tossed the towel onto the counter and leaned against the sink, looking at me and then at her piss soaked floor.

"My God!" she sighed, shaking her head.

I felt a little stab of remorse at what I had made her do as I surveyed the mess. "I'm sorry, babe," I said, putting my arm around her. "I shouldn't have... well, I'm sorry. Tell me where the mop is and I'll clean it up."

"No," she said, shaking her head and starting to chuckle. "You've got the wrong idea." She laughed for a moment and looked at me, and then flowed into my arms, pressing herself hotly against me as she pulled my head down by my ears and kissed me. She ended the kiss, tucked her face into the corner of my jaw and said, "I don't cum like that from masturbation," she said quietly. "I... I really got off on pissing as I came. And I really liked your finger up my ass. I wanna do it again." Her fingers dug into my chest. "Only this time," she whispered, "I want your cock up there." She looked up at me and kissed my jaw. "Can we do that? Or is it too disgusting?"

It was my turn to chuckle and I hugged her tight in relief. "That was one of the things I promised you, remember?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do," she replied. "I was wondering if you did."

"Oh yeah!" I said hoarsely. "I remember."

"Good." She relaxed against me and I held her for a few moments, until she pulled away. "You'll find the bucket and mop in there," she said, nodding at a closet. "Clean this mess up while I go clean me up. I'm all pissy now because of you." She grinned at me and hurried out of the room as I went for the mop.

********

I was flat on my back in the middle of that outrageously huge bed, concentrating on nothing but the feel of Lisa's mouth on my limp cock. The problem was that she had been blowing me for the last ten minutes, tenaciously trying to raise a hard on out of me, and Mr. Johnston wasn't cooperating. My cock slurped out of her mouth and she lay beside me, pulling the sheet and blanket up over us.

"I'm sorry," I said softly.

"Don't be an idiot," she said, taking the sting out of her words with a loving smile. "Even Superman can't get it up as many times as you have in the last eight hours." She yawned widely and snuggled up to me. "We'll take a little nap," she said drowsily, "and see what comes up later."

She was asleep in just a few minutes. I lay awake for ten or fifteen minutes and got out of bed, moving slowly so as not to wake her up. I went into the bathroom and took a leak, and stood at the sink after I washed up looking at myself in the mirror as I dried my hands.

I gave in to a sudden, nosey impulse and opened the medicine cabinet, curious to see what nostrums she used in her everyday life. It held the usual crap, plus a few things that surprised me. There was a can of shaving cream in there, along with a disposable razor. For men, not women. Her ex-husbands? I picked the shaving cream up and that's when I found it. A vial of little blue pills.

Viagra.

*******

I took one and went back to bed, falling asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, no longer worried about performing for Lisa.

I woke up two hours later, with a cock that was harder than blue steel. The unfamiliar caress of silk sheets had gotten me hard in my sleep. I turned onto my side and spooned a still sleeping Lisa, wedging my cock in between her silky smooth thighs and went back to sleep after a quick peek at the clock. In the last thirty hours, I'd had maybe six hours sleep, mostly in catnaps here and there. I figured that Lisa would wake before I did, and I was sure that she wouldn't be shy about waking me up, not when a cock as hard as mine was staring her in the face.

It was three hours later, around two in the afternoon when Lisa woke me. She did it in a way that I would like to be awakened every day, kneeling between my spread legs and sucking my cock. She slanted a look up at me as I stirred and spat out a purple-headed Mr. Johnston, consoling him with her hand as she smiled up at me. "Good afternoon, darling," she smiled. "Did you have a nice nap?"

I stretched and smiled at her as she crawled over me, dragging her boobs up my body as she moved. "I feel like a million bucks," I said, kissing her as her lips met mine.

"Mmm, you feel more like a steel bar to me," she moaned, her hand circling my cock.

I rolled over and pinned her down, kissing her again. "I'm ready to keep my promise, if you want me to," I said against her lips.

She shivered and her eyes widened as she moaned and gripped my cock. "You don't mind?"

"I can't wait, baby," I said truthfully. "I've wanted to fuck your ass since I first laid eyes on it."

She gave me a tremulous smile and pushed against my chest. "Let me up," she whispered. "I have to get some lube."

I rolled to my side and asked, "You wouldn't happen to have a condom lying around somewhere, would you?"

She rummaged around in a drawer of the nightstand for a moment and her hand came out holding a bottle. She shut the drawer and rolled back into my arms. "You won't need it," she said in a low voice, her face reddening. "I... cleaned myself very thoroughly."

I put a finger under her chin and made her look at me. "Enema," she said, her face flaming. "Twice."

"Jesus!" I said, completely nonplussed.

"I can't have you getting an infection now, can I?"

"A condom would have been easier."

She shook her head. "No. I want my first time to be skin on skin."

My eyes widened and I looked at her in astonishment. "Your... first time?"

She nodded. "Uh huh." She gave me a small smile. "You're getting my cherry."

I was staggered by that news. "How could... I mean, you've never..."

"Had anal sex? No."

"No guy ever pressed you for..."

"Anal sex? Of course they have. I didn't want to, so I never did. Now I do, with you." Her eyes searched mine. "I trust you, Larry. I know that you'll be gentle." With that, she rolled onto her front and hiked her beautiful ass up into the air. "Come on, stud," she whispered, "It's high time that I lost my last cherry!"

I got between her legs and bellied up to her butt, caressing each firm, round cheek with my hands. She reached back between her legs and slathered my rigid cock with a thick, cool liquid until it shone in the dim light leaking into the room around the fully drawn shades. She tapped my leg with the bottle and I took it from her, gritting my teeth against the exquisite sensations I was getting from her hand on my cock.

She seemed to know that I was excited enough and she let go of me, cleaning her hand off with a towel as I looked at the bottle of lube. It was called Liquid Sex and it was by far the slickest stuff I'd ever felt. I had the feeling that I could fuck a knothole and enjoy it if I used enough of it.

I thumbed the pop-top lid open and Lisa, hearing it, reached back and spread the firm cheeks of her delectable ass, showing me the rosebud of her tight anal pucker. "Use a lot of it," she said, her face blushing scarlet.

I nodded and tipped the bottle, letting a long, thick string of it drool onto her asshole. "Rub it in with your cock," she whispered as I let go of her hip. "I wanna feel that big fucker against me."

I had to hold my cock in my fist; it was too damned slippery to hold any other way. She shivered as I prodded her anus and rubbed my cock head against it, her breathing getting heavier as her imagination began to work.

"Do it!" she hissed a few moments later. "Stick it in me!"

I squirted another dollop of lube on her anus and seated my cock against it. Then I leaned against her. My cock slipped into her so easily it took my breath away. Lisa moaned and jerked back against me, taking the full length of my cock in her ass.

"Oh my God!" she cried. "I feel so full!" Her hand splayed against my belly. "Wait! Lemme get used to it."

I bent over her back and used the time to clean off my hand and caress her, playing with her hanging breasts with one hand as I toyed with her clit with the other. A few moments later, she swayed forward, my cock withdrawing a few inches from her stretched asshole. She swayed back again and we both gasped as her asshole swallowed my cock.

"Fuckin' hell, that feels weird!" she groaned. She did it again and groaned a second time as her ass hit my belly. "I think I like it," she sighed. "Go ahead, but go slow!"

I settled my hands on her hips and started to fuck her ass, withdrawing my cock until only the head was in her, and then slowly driving it back into her.

"Oh yeah!" Lisa sighed, her head hanging between her shoulders. She reached between her legs and began to tease her clit, her fingers rubbing it between the thick lips of her labia. She clenched the powerful muscles of her ass and smiled at me over her shoulder as she dragged a surprised gasp out of me. "Go ahead," she moaned softly. "Fuck me, sweetie. Fuck my ass!"

I started to screw her in earnest then, using all of my cock on her, biting my lip as she squeezed and released my cock with the powerful muscles of her ass while I pumped it in and out of her rectum.

"Oh God, yeah!" she sobbed, her fingers abusing her erect clit. "Just like that, Larry. Fuck me just like that!"

"Oh Christ! What a sweet fuckin' ass!" I gasped as I watched my rock-hard cock disappear up her tight, buttery asshole. My fat shaft slid in and out of her quite easily, considering how tight she was. My balls slapped against her drooling, wet cunt as I screwed her and she shivered with pleasure. Her whole body rocked and quivered with the force of my thrusts.

"You feel so fuckin' good!" I panted. "You're so hot and tight on me!"

"Oh God!" she groaned, letting her upper body sag to the bed. She thrust her other arm down between her legs and began to finger-fuck her drooling little cunt while she teased her clit. She moved her ass against me faster, forcing me to speed up my thrusts into her.

I leaned over her and seized her big, ripe tits, squeezing them as I pumped my cock into her up-turned ass. My balls were heavy with my load and they swung against her cunt as I screwed her. I was worried about being able to last long enough in her exquisitely tight asshole; it was enormously exciting to be screwing this beautiful, mature woman's ass, even more so because I was her first. I was having a lot of trouble staving off my climax.

I tried to make it last as long as I could. I buried my face in her sweat-dampened red hair, inhaling the scent of her. God, she was so eager... so hot... and so fuckin' tight! She was a staggeringly willing MILF, a beautiful, mature woman and it was exciting me beyond words to make such a hot looking babe moan and groan on my cock and come back, begging for more.

"Are you going to cum?" Lisa's words broke into my thoughts. "Are you going to cum up my ass, lover?" Her voice shook as I rammed my cock deep into her bowels again and again.

"Yeah! Oh God, yeah!" I gasped. I was hammering my cock into her so fast now that everything around me was just a blur. I felt her stiffen under me, her body quivering madly and I knew that she was cumming. I could feel her asshole contracting around me, the tight buttery walls massaging my cock. I trembled and bellowed as I climaxed, my balls drawing up against me as they spasmed my load into her ass. She wailed as she felt the hot flood of my jism squirting deep into her bowels and the muscles of her anus convulsed around my bucking cock.

"Cumming in your hot fucking ass!" I bellowed as my cock jerked and throbbed in her asshole, jetting still more thick ropes of my semen deep into her belly. The ecstasy turned my bones to water and I collapsed on her and rode her down to the bed as my weight drove her to her belly.

She shrieked as my cock was driven deeper into her ass, the sudden deep penetration setting her off again. I clenched my teeth as her ass worked over my cock, the ecstasy turning into a weird, agonizing pleasure as my rod grew too sensitive to bear the tight, clenching of her ass.

*******

I squeezed her ass hard in my hands and felt her pussy tighten up around my half-hard cock.

I was back in bed with her, and balls deep in her cunt after leaving her just long enough to wash my rod. "You know what I like best, Lisa?"

Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the feel of my cock slowly re-inflating in her cunt. She slowly shook her head. "No," she sighed. "What?"

"I like it when you use your pussy to squeeze me and get me hard again."

Her face was becoming flushed and I could feel her thick nipples stiffening against my chest. "You mean like this?" she asked, opening her startlingly green eyes and looking at me.

I groaned as her cunt began to pulse around my cock, squeezing and massaging me. The first time we had made love, I had been surprised at how snug her cunt was on me. Considering her age and the fact that she had birthed two kids, her pussy had been amazingly tight. And I found out why.

"So you like it when I do my exercises with your big cock inside me, huh?" She gave me a lazy grin. Her ass began slowly moving, up and down and around in tiny circles. Taken together with what she was doing to me inside her talented cunt, she had me right back to a full erection in no time.

"Uh! Oh fuck!" she grunted, bracing herself up on her elbows and looking at me as she scrubbed her cunt against me.

I braced my heels on the bed and humped up at her, making her groan. "I'm gonna make you cum in me!" she gasped. She caught her lip in her teeth as her box clenched and spasmed on me, milking my rigid prick.

"I'm gonna suck that big fucker off inside my pussy!" Her tits were swaying gently, her erect nipples grazing the hair on my chest as she moved. I clenched my teeth, fighting down the urge to cum in her as my balls pulled up against me.

"Gonna make you fill me with big wads of hot cum!" She pushed herself up and rode me, taking tiny, two-inch strokes on my cock, her breasts bouncing as her cunt walls flexed and squeezed, working over my cock.

"Now!" she shrieked, her fingers digging into my chest. "Cum in me, right NOW!"

I did. I humped up at her with all my strength and buried my cock deep in her belly, howling as a thick wad of cum jetted from my cock and splashed against her cervix.

"Yes!" she screamed. "Oh yes!" She came too, her nails drawing blood on my chest as her orgasm shattered through her.

My balls churned and another wad of cum boiled through my cock and jetted into the depths of her spasming cunt. She wailed as my cock pulsed repeatedly, spraying my load deep inside her, her cunt milking the last drops of cum out of me until my balls hurt.

*******

She was curled up against me, her legs entangled with mine, her head on my shoulder as she played with the hair on my chest. "I'm really, really sorry about that," she said, blushing a deep red as she gently touched one of the crescent shaped cuts on my chest.

I laughed and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. "Sweetie, that's a price I'll gladly pay to see you cumming like that on top of me."

"I don't know what it is about you," she said softly. She looked up at me. "I've done things with you that I've never even dreamed of doing, with anyone! Masturbating in front of those boys like that in your van... hell, fucking you in your van, a man I don't even know!" She shook her head. "And letting you fuck me in the ass... pissing all over my kitchen... It's as if I've become... someone else. Some eagerly wanton slut, wanting to experience it all before it's too late."

"There's nothing wrong with that," I said, tightening my arm around her. "You only get one chance at this life, honey. You might as well enjoy it whenever you can."

"Humph!" she snorted. "That's nothing but a fucking platitude."

"Maybe so," I agreed, "But that doesn't make it any less true."

"If I were a superstitious woman, I'd say that you've put some kind of spell on me."

I laughed. "If I were a spell casting man, you're the woman I'd pick to cast my spell on."

"Why?" She looked up at me again, her brows knit as she waited for my answer.

"Hmm, that's a good question. Why not?"

"Don't stall me with that kind of shit," she said sharply. "Why me? Why not some sweet young thing with boobs out to here and a nothing waist, and an ass that you can hold in one hand?"

"I've had a girl like that, that's why," I replied. "Dating her was like dating a blowup fuck doll. All she wanted to know about was the latest gossip on her friends and Hollywood stars. Her head was just as empty as that blowup fuck toy."

I leaned over Lisa, tangled my fingers in her hair and kissed her hard, sweeping my tongue into her mouth and mauling a proud, up thrust breast with my hand as she moaned into my mouth and sucked on my tongue.

I broke the kiss as suddenly as I had started it and Lisa sagged back to the bed, panting and fanning her face. "Jesus!" she gasped. "Why'd you stop? What the hell was that, anyway?"

I laughed mirthlessly. "You know what Suzy, my last girlfriend would've said after that?" I pitched my voice an octave higher and made it whiney. "Jesus, Larry! What the fuck is wrong with you? You've messed up my hair and I'll bet that you've smeared my makeup too! Why do you always have to be such an animal?" I grimaced as I continued in my own voice, "It didn't matter if we staying home, she'd still bitch about her hair and her makeup. And she sure as hell wouldn't have asked me why I stopped! Screwing her was like fuckin' a whore; you didn't kiss her and you made it fast or she'll make you pay for it."

Lisa stared at me, her mouth open in astonishment. I suppose that I had been a little vehement talking about Suzy. We had not ended well and it was a painful memory.

"You wanna run that part about fucking a whore past me again?" Lisa asked in a quiet voice. "You haven't really..."

"What? No. Christ, no! I'd rather beat off. That part about a whore was something one of my uncles said when I asked him for some advice about my relationship with Suzy."

She relaxed as I explained and looked at me solemnly when I had finished. "That's part of what I mean, Larry. I don't know a thing about you and what did I do? I let you fuck me and then I bring you home so you can fuck me some more. It's not exactly a smart thing to do in this day and age."

I sighed in frustration, thinking furiously, trying to find the answer that she wanted to hear. My problem was that I really had no idea what she wanted to hear. So I said fuck it and told her the truth of the situation as I saw it.

"You know what?" I said slowly. "I don't think that you're worried about what kind of man I am at all. I think that you already know. In fact, I think you knew before you peeled that sexy little dress off and crawled into bed with me in the van."

She looked up at me, her mouth open in indignant surprise. "I think that you have a very well developed radar for shit heads and phonies. I think that you can spot a phony from fifty yards and put up a wall of ice cubes and barbed wire without even thinking about it. I think that you found exactly what you were looking for when you climbed into my van last night."

I looked at her and her face was a perfect blank, showing me nothing. I plowed ahead anyway. I had obviously dug myself a hole that I'd never get out of, so I might as well finish the job and bury myself.

"I think that you found yourself an agreeably neat and clean young man, reasonably handsome and respectful, acceptably articulate and educated, and as an unexpected bonus, one with a thing for older women and a little bit more well hung that the average guy."

"I think that what you didn't expect is that we'd work together so well. You had a few shots of booze and that made you comfortable with me and helped you to turn yourself loose a little bit. You wanted to have some of that fun that you thought you had missed by being married to the same boring guy for twenty years. You found yourself a stud with a big cock, a stud that fucked you to three orgasms inside an hour and didn't care if you showed off the goods for another man. I think you found exactly what you were looking for!"

I sat up and swung my feet to the floor, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "I don't know why you're suddenly having a problem with what we've done together since last night." I shook my head and looked at her sadly. "We haven't hurt anybody and I think that I can safely say that you've enjoyed every friggin' minute of it. Well, I did too, lady. So thank you for that. I'll see ya around."

I stood up and started for the door. That was one good thing about coming here naked, I thought sadly. I didn't have to hunt down my clothes before I could leave after a truly stupid fight.

"Larry, wait!" She grabbed my hand and I stopped. She came around in front of me and looked up into my eyes. "You're right," she said softly. "After what we've... I've done last night and this morning, I don't fit into my skin anymore. I... I'm becoming a different woman and I don't know how to do it. I don't know what the rules are anymore. So I'm... a little bit scared and I took it out on you."

She moved closer, laid her hands on my shoulders, and rested the side of her face against my chest. "Last night, after you came in from that storm, soaking wet and blue with the cold, I saw what kind of man you are." She gave a dry chuckle. "Actually, to be perfectly honest, I knew that you were a kind and thoughtful young man when you offered to call me a cab and to pay for it if I couldn't."

She pressed herself a little closer, flattening her breasts against me and I rested my cheek on the top of her head. "I knew that you were attracted to me the second I got into the van. And the way you went out into that storm to call your mom so she wouldn't worry about you... that really hit me right where I live. I had to wonder if my sons would be as considerate. So, when the Gods dropped a reasonable excuse to get naked with you right into my lap, I took it."

She leaned back and looked up at me. "Just once, I wanted to do something that the people who know me would think was wild and crazy. I'm so fuckin' tired of being good old level-headed Lisa, the woman who wouldn't say shit if she had a mouthful of it." She tucked her face into my chest again.

"So I used you," she said, almost whispering. "I decided that good old level-headed Lisa was going to get herself laid by a handsome, considerate young man, one young enough to be her son. The liquor helped but I had already made up my mind by then. I would've fucked you with or without it."

Her voice dropped even further and I could feel the growing heat in her face against my chest as she blushed. "You were right about the other thing, too," she whispered. "I saw how big your cock was when I first got into the van. I couldn't believe that I made you so hard when I was all covered up in a winter coat. I saw the size of your cock and it made me wet, and that's when I started thinking about trying to seduce you. Just once, I wanted to be fucked by a man with a big cock. Just once, I wanted to play with one, to suck it and fuck it, and suck it some more. I wanted to get fucked so hard and so often that I'd be walking bow-legged for a week!"

"Lisa." My voice sounded rusty. "Baby, there's nothing wrong with any of that, don't you see? For Christ's sake, it happens all the time, to everybody, sooner or later!"

"Not to me!" she said fiercely. "Not to good old level-headed Lisa!" I started to laugh and she pushed away from me, looking at me. "What's so funny?"

"Oh baby, you just need to relax and go with the flow. You don't have to answer to anybody any more. You're free, single and over twenty-one. If you want to take home a clean-cut young stud and fuck him all over the house, who's gonna know? Or care, for that matter? As long as you're happy, with yourself and your life, what difference does it make what other people think?"

"I still care what people think of me," she said. "I don't want them thinking that I'm some lecherous old bag, tripping every handsome boy that comes along."

I chuckled again and she scowled at me. "Look, sweetie," I said. "I think that the people that love you aren't gonna have a problem with that. Besides, you've been divorced for what, two years now? If I'm the first young man that you've tripped in two whole years, I don't think you're gonna build yourself much of a reputation as a lecherous old lady unless you rub their noses in it."

A smile quirked the corner of her mouth. "No," she admitted, "At that rate, I don't suppose I will."

"Besides," I said, lowering my voice. "I think that your girlfriends would turn green with envy if they could see you right now." I waggled my eyebrows at her and she smiled. "Just think," I said. "They're stuck with their fat, boring husbands and look what you've got at home, warming your bed and stretching your hot little cunt!" I struck a muscleman pose and said, "Adonis himself!"

She gaped up at me for a second and then broke up, laughing so hard that tears came to her eyes. I grinned and guided her back to the bed, sitting her down and watching her as she shook with gales of laughter. It did very interesting things to her tits, laughing like that and I started to get hard as I watched. "Oh Lord!" she gasped, wiping her eyes and looking up at me. "Did you really say stretching my hot little cunt?"

"Well," I said modestly, "You gotta admit, at the very least, I pretty much take most of the slack out of that lovely little snapper."

She stared at me for a second and started laughing again. "You do have a way with words, honey," she chuckled. "I'll give you that much."

"How about," I said with a leer, "I give you about this much?" I shook my newly hardened cock at her. I watched her, fascinated by how quickly she started showing signs of her arousal. Her eyelids drifted to half-mast and her nipples hardened almost instantly. Her head suddenly looked like it was too heavy for her neck and her legs unconsciously opened.

"I'll take it," she murmured, "anywhere that you think needs stretching." She moved back to the middle of the bed, watching my cock as I walked over to the bed and climbed into it. I knee-walked over to her and straddled her, prodding her lips with the spongy head of my cock and leaving a thick string of precum on them.

"Let's start here," I sighed as she licked the head of my rod and then inhaled it, bobbing her head on it as her tongue lashed it. I only let her suck it until I was fully hard. She moaned with disappointment when I pulled out of her mouth, and gave me a crooked smile when I laid my cock in the deep cleavage between her breasts. "Now I'd like a nice tit fuck, I think."

She put her hands against the sides of her breasts and pushed them together, enclosing my cock in a hot, silky tunnel. "Oh, that's nice," I said, moving my hips back and forth and fucking her tits while she smiled up at me.

"You like that, Larry?" she whispered. "You like fucking my big titties?"

I reached down and pushed her breasts together harder, until her erect nipples were side by side. "Hold ‘em just like that," I told her. She moved her hands and held them like I wanted her to, smiling up at me as I captured her swollen nips between the fingers and thumb of my right hand.

She moaned as I squeezed them, hanging on to them tightly. "Let go of your tits," I said. She moved her hands away and the lush globes tried to sag to the side, the weight of them stretching her nipples. "God!" she gasped. "I can feel that, right in my cunt!"

I started fucking her tits again and reached behind me, finding her pussy and slipping a finger into her. She arched her back and moaned again as I found her G-spot and went to work on it.

"Oh shit!" she sobbed, spreading her legs wide.

"Where do you want it, babe?" I asked as I thrust my cock into the hot, silken tunnel between her tits.

"My face!" she groaned. "Cum on my face!"

She came twice as I diddled her cunt, boosting my arousal while I fucked her plush tits. She was writhing under me; her mouth open as my hips began to move faster, fucking her breasts harder. Her hands landed on the sides of her tits and she gasped, "Let go, Larry! Let go of ‘em, please!" She wailed and arched under me as I turned her nipples loose, cumming a third time as the blood rushed back into her nipples. That was enough for me; I jerked my cock out of its comfy home and beat it, cumming all over Lisa's contorted face.

"Fuck!" she screamed, choking on the word as a thick wad of jism landed in her mouth. I groaned heavily every time a load of cum shot out of me. Muscles that I didn't know I had were starting to feel the effects of the marathon sex that we had been having. Lisa's head lunged forward and her mouth engulfed my spewing cock, her tongue lashing it as my load boiled out of it. I hunched over her head and screamed; she was scrubbing her tongue against that magic spot just under the head of my rod and it felt like sandpaper and velvet as she lashed it against my hypersensitive cock.

I toppled to the side, pulling my cock out of her mouth, gasping for breath and listening to Lisa's sobbing gasps as her orgasm took her.

******

We were on the couch in the living room. All the drapes throughout the house were drawn, shutting out the daylight. There were candle lit everywhere and a small fire burned in the fireplace. She had created a warm, snug refuge for us and we were enjoying it immensely. There was a tray on the coffee table, littered with the remnants of several finger foods that Lisa had thrown together.

She was wearing a long silk dressing gown that swept the floor as she walked, held together with a wide belt cinched around her waist. The dressing gown was the exact same green as her eyes, and worked well with the color of her hair and the pale alabaster of her skin. The front was open in a wide V down to her waist, showing the inside swell of her breasts and barely covering her nipples. Her hair was piled on top of her head and her long, elegant neck was sporting a wide choker that was the same color as her gown. And once again, her feet were clad in five-inch Stiletto heel open toed shoes in the same green as her gown. They were held on her feet with narrow straps that crisscrossed their way up her shapely legs, almost to her knees and showed whenever she walked or sat down, through the slit in her dressing gown.

She looked, felt and smelled as sexy as hell. It was all I could do to keep myself from putting her on her back and fucking the hell out of her. And she was well aware of how I felt, too. I was still running around naked and Mr. Johnston, traitorous bastard that he is, was not shy about telling her how I felt about her at any given moment. It was, I think, a constant source of amusement for her, watching the rise and fall of my cock as she changed position or found reasons to move around the room.

We were sitting on the couch with Lisa reclining against me in the circle of my arms. We were watching some inane movie, or Lisa was. I was dozing, recharging my batteries and wondering just how long one little blue pill could keep the steel in my cock. The doorbell rang, waking me with a start.

"Ignore it," Lisa said. I chuckled and she turned her head to look up at me.

I smiled at her and said in my best British accent, "I'm veddy veddy sorry, but Mrs. Stokes is not receiving today." She giggled and I leaned down and collected a kiss.

About a half a minute later, the doorbell rang again and Lisa looked towards the front door and frowned. It was twenty seconds between rings the next time, and whoever it was maintained that schedule for the next minute. Then the storm door opened and our mystery guest used the brass doorknocker. The noise it made was almost thunderous in its intensity.

I sighed and said, "They aren't going to go away, I guess." I stood and picked up the tray. "I'll take this to the kitchen and stay there while you get rid of them."

"Wait," Lisa said. "Let me see who it is first." She got up and stalked to the door, her angry stride making her unfettered breasts wobble and bounce very nicely indeed. She put her eye up to the peephole in the door and then gasped and backed away from it as if the devil himself was on the other side of it.

"It's my sister-in-law!" she hissed.

"So? Tell her you don't feel well or something."

She put her hands on her hips and frowned at me, and looked pointedly around the room. "If she sees all this, she's gonna know that I have a man in here!" Her voice was low but emphatic.

"And you don't want her to know?"

"No, of course not! She'll blab it to her brother!" Her voice was a little higher pitched this time.

"So what?"

"So what?" Her voice rose to a squeak and she sounded pissed this time.

"Lisa! You. Are. Not. Married!" I made every word a sentence and those four words worked a magical transformation on her.

Her mouth formed a startled O of surprise and a bawdy grin slowly took its place. She said, "Leave the tray. Upstairs, in my closet, way in the back on the left, you'll find a silk paisley robe. Put it on and come back down." She laughed and rubbed her hands together. "I have somebody I want you to meet!"

She turned towards the door as the doorknocker did its thing again, and then suddenly turned back to me. "I didn't think!" she said anxiously. "You don't mind if I show you off a little, do you? I could just send her away..."

"Baby, I wouldn't miss this for all the tea in China!" I set the tray down and kissed her on my way by her to the stairs. I turned on the bottom step, grinned at her and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to show up naked? I'll bet you a blow job I can work up a very nice boner before I come in!"

She giggled and said, "No bet. You can pop a woody at a dirty thought! Besides, Martha will shit when she sees you in that robe, I promise you. Now go on before she breaks down the fuckin' door!"

I was halfway up the stairs and out of sight when I heard the deadbolt on the front door. The oiled snick of the doorknob being turned followed and Lisa said, "Hello Martha, where's the fire?"

I smiled and took the rest of the stairs two at a time. I was looking forward to being introduced to one of Lisa's friends as her Boy Toy.

Chapter Five

I found the robe right where Lisa said it would be and slipped it on as I headed for the bathroom. I tied the sash and looked at myself in the mirror, and gulped. The robe was short. Very short. So short, in fact, that sitting down was going to be a very problematic thing. If I had to spend any amount of time in the same room with Martha, there was no doubt that she was going to get an eyeful. Moreover, if Lisa managed to get my motor running, they were both going to witness the appearance of Mr. Johnston, in all of his red-faced glory.

There was an electronic click and Lisa's voice said, "Larry? Would you come downstairs for a moment? There's someone here I'd like you to meet."

I found the intercom and clicked the button marked ‘Living Room' and said, "Certainly, darling. Give me a moment to throw something on and I'll be right with you." I let go of the ‘Talk' button and giggled like a little girl. Lisa was either going to love that line or it was going to put a knot in her panties that would never come out.

Then I remembered something I had seen when I was snooping in the medicine cabinet. I yanked open the door and yes! The shaving cream was scented. I slathered it on, waited a few moments and then washed it off. I looked at myself in the mirror again and decided I looked exactly like what I was, a young man who had been popping in and out of bed all day.

I had a two-day stubble on my face, not a problem since that seems to be the ‘In' thing now. My hair was casually tousled and thankfully, there were no cowlicks. There was no hair hanging out of my nose, and when I smiled broadly at myself in the mirror, there was nothing caught in my teeth. I grabbed the tube of toothpaste, ate a two inch line of it and that took care of my breath.

I was ready.

******

Lisa and Martha were at the wet bar in the far end of the living room when I made my grand entrance down the stairs. Neither one of them noticed me. I steeled myself and headed that way, walking up to the bar behind a woman sitting at it with her back to me. Lisa had three glasses lined up on the bar and she was carefully measuring out a shot of vodka, so she didn't notice my arrival this time either.

I swung around the corner of the bar and said, "Hello, sweetie," slipped an arm around her waist and collected a kiss.

"Larry!" she smiled. "I didn't hear you come in. I'd like you to meet Mrs. Martha Smith."

I turned towards her guest and froze. "Marti?"

"Larry!" Mrs. Smith's mouth was a perfect O of surprise, as was mine. Mrs. Martha Smith was Marti Smith, my parents' next-door neighbor, a woman I've known for all of my life.

She was also the woman I had gleefully given my virginity to three years ago.

*****

Lisa stared at me in confusion as I reached over and took the shot glass out of her hand and downed it. I set it down on the bar and said, "How have you been, Marti?"

Marti leaned over the bar, picked up the bottle of vodka and took a generous slug of it. She shuddered, gagged for a moment and set it down. "Whoo!" she gasped and leaned back, looking at me. "I've been fine, Larry. How about you?"

I cast a sidelong glance at Lisa, looked back at Marti and smiled. "Things are getting better every day."

"You two... know each other?" Lisa asked uncertainly.

"You could say that," Marti said dryly.

"I don't understand," Lisa said plaintively.

"Marti and Don were my next door neighbors," I explained. "I've known Marti ever since I can remember."

"You always were a precocious little shit, Larry," Marti said with a knowing grin. "I'm glad to see that you haven't changed."

"I learned from the best, didn't I?" I replied. Marti grinned and darted a quick glance at Lisa.

Lisa picked up the vodka bottle and took a swig from it. "Eeeww!" She gagged, set it down and shivered. "Christ, that stuff is vile!" She looked at Marti and said, "I saw the look on your face when you told Larry that he was a precocious little shit. What did you mean by that?"

Marti looked at me and nodded towards Lisa. "Go ahead," she said to me with a little smile. "Tell her."

"Tell me what?" Lisa looked at us in exasperation.

"Marti is the reason that I have a thing for older women," I said to Lisa. "She got my cherry when I was fifteen."

Lisa's jaw dropped and she stared at me and then turned to stare at Marti. "Yup," Marti nodded. "It was right after I divorced Don. Larry here was always hanging around, trying to cheer me up. One day I was really down in the dumps and he found me crying about something stupid, I don't remember what. Anyway, he took me in his arms and gave me a great big hug, and I held on to him and cried all over his chest."

"I felt really bad for her," I said. "I held her for a long time, rubbing her back and trying to comfort her until she finally stopped crying. She thanked me for putting up with her and I think she was gonna give me a little kiss on the cheek for being such a nice guy."

"I was," Marti said. "But the big goon turned his head at exactly the wrong moment and I kissed him right smack on the mouth. It was so sweet and so nice, and it had been a long time since I'd had a kiss like that. So, I kissed him again and when the horny little bastard opened his lips, I forgot who it was I was kissing and gave him my tongue."

She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Big mistake! He was on me like stink on shit after that. Ten minutes after that first kiss, he had me stripped and on my back on the couch and he was trying to get his cock into me." She shrugged and smiled at me. "So, I... sorta helped him out."

"Helped me out!" I said derisively. "You did everything except stick a funnel in it to get my cock into you!"

Marti smiled and her eyes softened as she said, "He was exactly what I needed, just when I needed it most. He never said it, but the way he acted when we were together convinced me that I was still a desirable woman. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably be that crabby old bitch that lives down the block."

Lisa was smiling at me. "Always Mister Nice Guy, aren't you?" she said softly.

I smiled and shrugged. "Occasionally, it pays to be a nice guy. What else can I say?"

Marti laughed and asked, "How often has it paid off with a piece of ass?"

"Counting you," I said, "It's paid off exactly zero times." Marti and Lisa both looked startled at that. "Neither one of you are a piece of ass," I said. "You're both beautiful, caring women whose paths happened to cross with mine just at that moment when we needed each other. A piece of ass is a quick fuck in the back seat with someone you'll never see again and don't really care about." I shook my head. "That's not either one of you and it's not my style. I'd rather beat off."

"Then explain that fuck truck of yours," Marti challenged. "If that isn't tailor made for scoring a piece of ass, I'll eat my hat!"

"You ever shared an apartment with four roomies?" I asked. "Privacy is just a word in the dictionary in a situation like that."

Lisa glided into my arms and tipped her face up to mine. "You're a very special man, Larry," she said softly. "I want you to know that I know that and I appreciate it." She pulled my face down to hers by my ears and kissed me, putting her heart into it.

When our kiss broke, Marti was standing there, her eyes shining in the candle light. "I never told you that, Larry. But you knew it anyway, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I did." Marti looked at Lisa and after a moment, Lisa smiled and nodded. Then it was Marti in my arms kissing me, and the remembered tastes and textures of her were still there and they still worked on me. Marti ended our kiss and stepped back, smiling down at my rigid cock.

"Hello, Mr. Johnston," she said fondly. "My, but you've grown!" She started to reach for it and caught herself just in time. "Sorry, Lisa," she said, pulling her hand back. "This has brought back some really good memories."

"It's all right," Lisa said, linking arms with her. "I've got some really good ones too, now."

They smiled at each other and then Lisa got that look in her eye, the same look I had seen a few times before, like in the van just before she masturbated for the college boys and in her bedroom, just before she had given me her anal cherry.

"Can you stay for a while?" Lisa asked Marti.

Marti nodded. "There's nothing waiting for me but an empty house," she said. "I'd love to stay and visit."

"Oh, I'll bet we can find something better than that to do," Lisa said with a bawdy grin. She went up on her tiptoes and whispered in Marti's ear for a moment, and then looked at her.

"Really?" Marti asked, her voice an octave higher. "You're not kidding me, are you?"

"Really," Lisa said with a big smile. "And no, I'm not kidding you."

"Hell, yes!" Marti exclaimed, hugging Lisa.

"What's going on, ladies?" I asked. "It sounds like there are big plans being hatched here."

"There are," Lisa said, turning her smile on me. "Martha and I just decided that we're gonna take you to bed and fuck your brains out!"

My jaw dropped in astonishment and I croaked, "Holy shit!"

********

When we got to the bedroom, the first thing I did was shed that stupid robe. The second thing I did was peel Lisa out of her dressing gown. "It wouldn't be polite for me to stay dressed while my guest gets naked with you," she told me.

I didn't argue with her, peeling Lisa was always lots of good, dirty fun. After I had her down to her skin, she kissed me and whispered, "Pretend that I'm not here and make another good memory for Martha, ok?"

"Ok, babe," I whispered back. She left my arms, climbed into the enormous bed and settled back to watch.

"It's been a long time, Larry," Marti said as she came into my arms.

"It has," I agreed, bending down to kiss her. This kiss was slow and unhurried, and it brought back a flood of memories. I remembered Marti's bemused acceptance of a fifteen-year-old boy's frantic desire to get her into bed and to get into her pussy as quickly as possible the first few times we were together. I also remembered her firm and patient guidance as she took me in hand and taught me that going slow was almost always better, for both my partner and me. She taught me how to be a good lover and for almost a year, we were in our own private heaven whenever we could get together. Usually, we could only manage an hour or two a couple of times a week at her house.

Nevertheless, in the course of that year, she managed to get us together for several long weekends, thirty-six hours of sheer bliss for me and a welcome break in her loneliness for her. By the time she ended it, she had regained enough confidence in herself as a desirable woman to start dating again.

We kissed several times, our hands roaming over each other's bodies while we reconnected as lovers. Our kiss ended and she turned in my arms, leaning back against me, holding my hard cock in her hand as I nuzzled her neck and caressed her breasts through her clothing.

"You haven't forgotten anything I taught you, have you sweetie," she murmured as I began to unbutton her blouse.

"Not at all," I replied, finding the pulse in her neck with my lips and lightly tonguing it. I spread her blouse open and cupped her bra-clad breasts in my hands, squeezing them lightly as I milked her erect nipples with my fingers. She moaned and turned her face up, and I covered her lips with mine, kissing her passionately while my fingers found the clasp of her bra in the valley of her cleavage.

I popped it open and palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples in my fingers as she let her blouse and bra drop off her shoulders and down her arms to the floor. She turned in my arms again, cradled my head in her arms as I found an engorged nipple, and nursed on it. Her head fell back and she groaned deep in her chest as I switched back and forth between her breasts.

I kissed my way to the wide valley of her cleavage and went to my knees, licking her baby soft skin and working my way down to the deep indent of her navel. I rimmed it as she cupped her breasts in her hands, teasing her nipples while I unfastened the button on the waistband of her jeans and pulled the zipper down.

She shimmied her hips and laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle as my lips and tongue tickled the skin on her flat belly while I pushed her jeans down and she stepped out of them. Her laughter turned to moans as I spread her long, shapely legs and opened my mouth wide, covering the prominent mound of her sex and tonguing her fat labia through the damp material of her g-string.

Her breath hissed through her teeth as I took the string that ran around her slim hips in my hands and broke it, uncovering the succulent peach of her vagina. She groaned as I rammed my tongue into her and gasped, "Damn it all, Larry, that was a brand new g-string!"

I withdrew my tongue from her drooling little pussy and laughed, looking up at her smiling face through her cleavage and said, "You want me to stop and fix it?"

"Christ, no!" she laughed. "I didn't like that one anyway." She tangled her fingers in my hair and pushed my face back between her legs, moaning loudly while I tongued her erect clit until her knees loosened and she was wobbling on her feet. I stood up and took her in my arms again, kissing her hard, and she moaned loudly again as she tasted herself on my tongue. I scooped her up into my arms and Lisa had to scramble out of the way as I laid Marti down on the bed and stopped for a moment to admire her.

Marti is a tall, slim brown-haired woman, with the most striking eyes I have ever seen. Her left eye is a golden brown and her right eye is half brown and half a lovely, pale blue. The colors are split vertically, right down the middle. Her face is composed of angles and planes; high cheekbones, a broad forehead and dusky, olive toned skin reflect her Cherokee ancestry. Her nose is long and slim and fits her face beautifully. Her jaw is softly squared and has a shallow cleft, and her lips are pleasingly plump but not overly so.

Her hair is long and raven black, a coarse, thick mop that extends down her back to the bottom of her hellishly tight and firm ass. She usually keeps it in a thick braid and occasionally coils it on top of her head to keep it out of her way. She washes it religiously twice a week, a process that takes at least an hour.

She has long, beautifully tapered legs and her thighs are taut and firm. When she stands with her legs together, there is a little keyhole at the top of her thighs where her snug little pussy peeks out at the world. She is a slim hipped woman and as I said before, she has a beautiful ass, round, firm, and small enough to fit very nicely in the palms of my big hands.

Her belly is flat and muscular, with a deep navel and she doesn't have much of a waist because of her slim hips. Her shoulders are broad and she has nice breasts, perhaps a generous b-cup. Taken all together, she has the body of an adolescent girl, a startling change from the way she had looked when she took my virginity.

********

Marti and I had been lovers for about a month and she had been inordinately pleased to discover that it was her ass and her legs that I liked best about her body, instead of her lush 35-D tits. "These fuckers have been the bane of my existence ever since the fifth grade," she had told me once as she knelt over me and fed me a fat, distended nipple.

"Most of the girls didn't like me. The boys were always drooling over me because I was so top heavy and the other girls didn't get half the attention that I did. When I started dating, the situation became almost impossible to manage. My mother had the same problem though, and she told me how to sort out the guys who liked me for me instead of for my tits."

"Yeah?" I had asked as I rolled her to her back and settled in between her thighs. "What'd she tell you?"

Marti closed her eyes and asked, "Which one of my eyes is the weird one?"

I laughed and said, "That was pretty clever of her." I had my cock in my hand and as I started to put it into her, she covered her pussy with her hand and said in a flat voice, "Answer the question, Larry."

I looked at her face then, and there was no trace of a smile on it. She wanted an answer. I leaned over her and gently kissed her right eye. "The Cherokee say that two different eye colors is the mark of the Chosen One, and that it makes the child something special. I think it makes the woman something special too."

She threw her arms around my neck then, and hugged me fiercely. "I told you that story when you were only two!" she said, her voice breaking. "You can't possibly remember that!"

"I didn't remember it," I said into the side of her neck. "I looked it up on the Internet right after the first time we made love. I wanted to know why your eyes were so different." I pulled back then and smiled at her. "I book marked the site if you want to see it."

"No," she had said softly as I wiped a tear from her face. "I don't want to see it. I just want you to make love to me, ok?"

"Not a problem, lady."

*******

Shortly after she ended our affair, she had gone in for breast reduction surgery. She still had a nice rack on her, but her tits are considerably smaller now that they used to be.

I sat next to her on the bed and lightly touched a barely visible scar. "Has the percentage of correct answers gone up?" I asked, smiling at her.

"Not so you'd notice," she said with a wry smile. She took my hands and molded them to her breasts. "But my back doesn't bother me anymore." Her eyes closed as I teased her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. I leaned over her and kissed her, moaning as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Our kiss ended a few moments later and I got on the bed, kneeling in between her thighs as she opened her legs for me.

Her hands were busy on my cock as I bent over her and sucked her nipples, chewing them lightly as I switched back and forth between them.

"You're bigger now, aren't you, sweetie," she said in a soft voice.

"Mmm hmm," I replied, pulling my mouth off her breast, her nipple coming out of my still sucking mouth with a loud pop. "I'm six two now and around a hundred and eighty pounds."

She glanced up at me and chuckled. "I was talking to Mr. Johnston, ya big goon, not you," she said mischievously.

"Pardon me!" I said. "What's he telling you?"

"He's telling me that it's too bright and cold in here," she smiled. "He says that he wants a warm place to hide." She wrapped her cool fingers around my cock and tugged on it, pulling it and me to her pussy. She swabbed the head through her wet labia a couple of times and moaned softly as she positioned it at the mouth of her hot cunt.

"Help him inside," she whispered, her eyes fixed on where we were joined as she pulled her legs up and back, opening herself for me. Her hands landed on my ass and I hunched at her, driving my cock into her right to the hilt with one stroke.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around me and resting her heels on my ass. "I love the way you do that! Now fuck the shit outta me!"

I did as she asked, riding her hard and fast, my heavy balls slapping against her ass I bottomed out in her hot, wet cunt. She was breathless, panting and groaning as her climax quickly began to build, and I screwed her right through her first orgasm a few minutes after I first rammed my cock into her. She tried to smother her cries of ecstasy at first, but the relentless stimulation of my cock dragging against her erect clit was too much for her, and she screamed out her pleasure while her hot, wet cunt tried to milk my load out of me.

Having Marti under me again, making love to the first woman to take me to bed was exciting enough, but when I looked at Lisa and saw her watching us avidly and jilling off, both of her hands working frantically between her wide-spread legs, her lewd display pushed me over the edge.

I came hard, not even slowing down as my cock hosed down Marti's cervix. The sensation of my thick seed filling her triggered her second climax, and we bucked and writhed against each other as we came together. I stopped moving, buried my deflating cock deep in her belly and kissed her, my passion maintaining hers as her cunt rippled and spasmed on my cock. And just a few moments after the first of the torrid kisses we shared while I soaked in her spasming cunt, I could feel new life coming back into my cock as it started to grow in her belly.

My lips moved down her jaw and I wetly tongued her ear, and then moved on to her breasts, licking the sweat off them and sucking her nipples, batting the long hard nubbins with my tongue. Sooner then I would have believed possible, I was hard again, my cock a bar of hot steel embedded deep in her twat.

I moved my face over hers, my eyes looking deep into hers and said, "You still have a great pussy, baby!" Then we were off to the races again, my cock hammering into her, her swollen breasts flattened against my chest as I fucked her. My hands found her long, silken legs and I bent them back until her knees were against her quivering breasts, the new position rolling her pelvis upwards and letting me get even deeper into her spasming cunt.

My cock was numb with overuse and almost uncomfortably hard, and from past experience I knew that I wasn't going to come any time soon.

Marti was going absolutely nuts under me, sobbing and shrieking and cumming hard. Then she screamed and her hot cunt clamped down on my numb cock so hard I could hardly move. I forced it deep into her convulsing belly, grinding it into her as her body bucked wildly against me. Her nipples were enormously swollen, her face and breasts flushed to a dull red as she stared blindly at the ceiling and continued to cum.

My cock felt like it was in a huge fist that was rhythmically squeezing it, and although it felt marvelous, I still was not even close to cumming. As soon as I could move again, I settled into a pace that I knew I could maintain for a good long while. I was fucking Marti mercilessly and I shifted her legs to the front of my shoulders so I could get my hands on her quivering tits and her luscious nipples.

The new position seemed to tighten up her already snug pussy, making it a hot, wet paradise on my rampantly erect cock. I spread my legs wide and rose up a little bit, holding Marti in place by her tits and mauling them with my hands while I fucked her, watching her as she orgasmed three more times in the next five minutes.

I looked at Lisa and saw that she had stopped masturbating. She rolled up to her hands and knees, crawled over to me and said, "That's enough, Larry! Give her a chance to rest!"

I looked back down at Marti and saw that she was spent. I was close to cumming myself, so I buried my cock in her as deeply as I could get it and whispered in her ear, "Cum for me, you bitch!" She groaned, deep in her chest and her cunt convulsed around my cock but it wasn't enough to get me off. I let her legs down to the bed and rolled off her.

She was puffing like a steam engine when she grabbed my arm. "Thank you, darling," she gasped. "You were marvelous." She eyed Lisa, sitting on her heels behind me and her lips spread in a smile as she whispered, "Now go do that to Lisa."

I rolled over, got to my knees and looked lustfully at Lisa, my still hard cock gripped in my fist. Right at that moment, I was hornier that a three balled Billy goat and I was finally close to my own climax. The numbness in my cock was fading away, along with the ache and I knew that once I orgasmed, it would finally go down.

Lisa's breath caught in her throat as she looked back at me and her eyelids slowly drifted to half-mast. Her head sagged on the slender column of her neck and she licked her lips, her eyes darting between my face and my cock.

I moved towards her and she moaned, "Oh yes!" answering a question that I had not asked in words. She melted down onto her back, her legs and arms coming open, ready for me to take her.

I covered her lushly ripened body with mine, my weight pressing her into the bed as her legs came up around me and she wrapped me in her arms. She gasped, "Fuck!" as my cock slid into her sodden cunt, her hips already moving under me as my long thick shaft spread her labia and the purple head of my rod prodded her cervix.

There was no foreplay, no passionate kisses. I started to fuck her, screwing her harder than I had ever fucked her before. And she was right with me, taking all I had to give and wanting more. Her heels drummed on my ass as I struggled to get my cock as deeply into her belly as I could. She had become fiercely aroused by watching Marti and I go at it and she climaxed almost as soon as I got my cock into her. She quit spurring my ass and put her feet on either side of her tight ass, bucking her cunt up at me as she orgasmed, her fingernails digging into my back as she clung to me.

It was a short, hard fuck, almost savage in its intensity as the lovely older woman matched my arousal. My bottled up passions were fueled to the point where I was almost out of control as I worked to satisfy my raging lust with Lisa. She came at least twice before I bellowed and buried my cock in her spasming cunt.

Lisa let out a full-throated scream, going into orgasmic convulsions as my hot, steaming load erupted from my cock against her cervix and flooded her cunt. Her ripe body bowed upwards, trying to get me deeper into her pussy until she rested on only her head and heels, lifting me almost clear of the bed. She screamed a second time as she collapsed, the short fall driving my still spewing cock deep into her hot, clenching box.

I reared up and bellowed again, my cock burning as my balls pumped what felt like quarts of jism into Lisa's madly writhing body. I froze in that position, my hips making short, sharp and involuntary jabs into her every time my cock pulsed another wad of hot sperm into her convulsing belly.

I sank down onto her as my climax waned and rolled off her, sobbing for breath as my cock wilted and drooled more cum on my thigh. I was done. Finished. Wiped out. My eyelids felt like there were weights on them and I gave up trying to keep them open.

********

Somebody was shaking me. I growled and rolled away from them, but whoever it was pursued me across the bed. I sighed heavily and opened my eyes.

It was Marti. She was still naked, sitting on her heels with her legs slightly spread, and I could see her pussy. "Are you awake now?" she asked.

I flopped over onto my back. "We both are," I said. Marti chuckled as she watched my cock slowly harden. "How long did I sleep?"

"Almost six hours. It's eleven o'clock on a snowy Friday night. Are you hungry?"

"I'm fucking starving," I said truthfully. "I'm being held prisoner by two beautiful, horny sluts and they're trying to fuck me to death. They aren't feeding me either."

Marti chuckled and got off the bed. I watched her walk across the room to the intercom, her hot little ass swaying and rolling as she moved and she gave me a lustful, knowing little smile as she looked at my cock and thumbed the talk button. "Lisa, are you there, honey?"

"Go ahead," Lisa's voice said metallically.

"Our Boy Toy is awake and accusing us of starving him and sexual abuse, among other crimes." She smiled at me as I shook my head and grinned.

"Ask him how he wants his steak," Lisa said.

"He'll ask for it well done, but he'll take it medium rare, with fries and a lot of catsup."

"Tell him fifteen minutes on the steak, and then do something to justify the sexual abuse part of his outrageous accusations." Lisa giggled merrily and added, "I wanna hear some yelling when I bring that steak up!"

"Got it," Marti said. Her arm dropped to her side and she gave me the most predatory look I had ever seen on a woman's face.

"You heard the lady, Larry," she said. "What'll make you yell?"

She watched me as I got out of the bed and walked to the closet door. I crooked my finger at her and went inside as she walked towards me, putting plenty swing in her hips and a bounce in her walk, making her tits quiver.

*******

I could hear Lisa coming down the hall, so I thrust my hips forward hard and slapped her ass. "Oh God!" Marti yelled. "Yes!" I started to fuck her again, running my hands over her sweating flanks and finding her clit, slapping it lightly with my hand. She let out a strangled, moaning little scream and came again, her ass bucking against me as her orgasm roared through her.

Lisa stepped through the door, a tray with my dinner on it balanced in one hand and a folding tray table in the other. She looked our way and stared for a moment and then she smiled and shook her head. She set up the table in front of the chair we weren't using, deposited the dinner tray on it and walked over to us, bending over and looking at Marti's red and sweating face.

She reached out and smoothed Marti's sweat dampened hair back, and as Marti looked at her, she said, "I meant that you should make him yell, honey."

Marti shivered and gasped as I buried my cock in her and moaned, "He didn't see it that way."

"Well, you're in a fine mess now, aren't you?" Lisa said. She looked up at me. "Whatdaya wanna do? Fuck her or eat?"

"Eat," I replied. I pulled my cock out of Marti's sloppy cunt and followed Lisa to the tray table, sat in the chair and picked up my knife and fork. The steak smelled delicious, the odor making my mouth water. The was a huge side of fries with it and a big glass of milk and a small bottle of catsup sat next to the platter.

"Larry!" Marti said, looking at me. "You're not gonna leave me like this, are you?"

"Why not?" I asked. "I'm not done with you yet." I looked at her and smiled. She didn't look too uncomfortable, considering. She was bent over the back of the other chair, her hands out in front of her and tied securely to the front legs of the chair with a pair of nylon stockings. The chair back was just high enough that her feet didn't touch the floor and they were bound too, one to each back leg of the chair.

"Larry!" she said with a tinge of despair in her voice.

I ignored her and opened the catsup bottle, poured a dollop of it on the platter for dipping my fries and capped the bottle.

"Larry!" It was Marti again.

"Quiet, woman, or I'll give you something to holler about," I said without looking at her.

"Larry! Please!"

I sighed and stood up, picked up the small, restaurant sized catsup bottle and walked over to her. "I told you to be quiet," I said reproachfully to her. I carefully seated the top of the catsup bottle between her labia and slowly pushed it into her sodden pussy in one smooth thrust, not stopping until she had it all.

"Oh God!" she shrieked, her head coming up as she arched her back.

"Nope," I said as I came out from behind her. "It's just me. Larry." I bent over and looked her in the face. "Now you be quiet while I'm eating my dinner. Don't make me go looking for something to put in your ass."

"You wouldn't!" she gasped.

"Try me," I said. She started to say something and clamped her lips together when I raised a finger at her and shook it. "Very good," I said. I straightened up and went back to my dinner.

Lisa gave me a little grin and seated herself on the ottoman. "How long are you gonna leave her like that?"

"Until I've eaten and gotten off in her pretty little cunt," I said. "Why?"

She squirmed a little and looked hungrily at my half-hard cock. "Well, I was kinda hoping that..."

"Don't worry about it," I said as I carved off a chunk of meat. "I can do you and finish her off later." I grinned at Lisa. "After all, she's not going anywhere, is she?"

The steak was delicious, as were the fries. I ran out of catsup several times during the course of the meal and I asked Lisa each time to get the catsup bottle for me. Each time I had her put it back, she had to try several times to get it seated back in Marti's cunt in just the right way. She usually didn't get it right until Marti climaxed.

It was a noisy dinner.

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Marti was tucked into the big bed, sleeping the sleep of a sexually sated woman. Lisa and I were in the bathroom, about to indulge ourselves in a nice hot bath.

I helped her into the roomy whirlpool tub, followed her in and settled down with her between my legs. "I haven't had a bubble bath since mom stopped bathing me when I was five or six." I remarked, smiling at her.

She smiled at me as I became her own personal bath attendant, soaping my hands and slowly washing her, covering every square inch of her voluptuous body, from her toes to her neck and arousing her with my big hands. Then she lay and soaked as we talked of other things, Lisa watching me in amusement as I tried to ignore her breasts; lush island mountains in the bath water, capped with the strawberry peaks of her erect nipples. She watched as my cock hardened for her, a smile on her face as the water lapped around it.

After twenty minutes, I pulled the plug and left some water out, refilling the tub with hot water. I picked up the soap and washed her again, paying special attention to her erogenous zones. She moaned quietly as I aroused her, and stopped me before I could make her cum.

She kissed me passionately. "Not here, stud," she murmured in my ear. "Let's finish this on a nice soft bed. You'll soak the floor if you try to fuck me in here."

I laughed as we stood up and showered the soap off. We quickly blotted ourselves dry and I followed her back into the bedroom and over to the big bed.

"On your knees, baby," I said, "I want your ass from behind." She got onto the bed and I stepped forward and squirted some Liquid Sex on her little rosebud, lubed up my cock and slowly crammed it into her ass.

"Oh yes!" she gurgled. "Fuck me, lover! Fuck my ass!" She responded to my big cock plowing her ass, tightening the powerful muscles of her anus as my cock retreated and relaxing them when I drove my big cock into her, hard and deep. "Oh God!" she cried, her fingers clutching the blanket in time with the invasion of her hot little asshole by my cock. "Do it Larry! Fuck my ass!" Her hips bounced and writhed under my assault as I bent over her back, pounding my cock into her quivering ass harder and faster.

That's when Marti woke up. She took in the situation with a glance and moved to lay at a right angle to Lisa, and then pulled the moaning redhead down into a sizzling kiss. Watching the two of them kiss aroused me more than it did them, I think. I slowed down as the two women kissed and began to caress each other's breasts. Lisa tore her mouth away from Marti's and gasped, "Faster!" I did as I was told and unleashed a storm of hard, full length strokes into her, making her moan into Marti's mouth with rising ecstasy until her orgasm took her.

She screamed into Marti's mouth when she came, her climax making her ass twist and writhe against me, the muscles of her tight anal tube massaging and milking my hammering cock. I held back, refusing to cum and very soon, I was riding her ass again, my balls slapping against her cunt as my cock plundered her anus

The bed bounced with the powerful hunching of my hips as I poured the meat to her spasming asshole, using every inch of my long, thick cock to pleasure her as she came a second time. I could feel her cumming in the tightening of her greedy little rectum on my cock and I gritted my teeth, stopping and fighting down my orgasm a second time.

Then her climax was done and I was screwing her yet again. I began to vary my technique, alternating between long, full strokes that drove her mad with sensation and short, deep jabs that made her grunt and moan when I went back to the long ones.

"Don't stop!" she screamed as her third orgasm approached. "Oh God, you big cocked bastard! Don't you dare fuckin' stop this time! Augggh!"

Marti squirmed around frantically until she was under Lisa's body and Lisa screamed, a full-throated wail that shook the walls as Marti attacked Lisa's drooling cunt with her hands and mouth.

"Do it!" I moaned as I grabbed Lisa's hanging breasts. "Cum in her mouth and on my cock, you hot assed bitch! Cum!" My hands kneaded her tits, twisting and pulling her nipples, abusing her lush boobs as I did my best to ram my cock as deep into her as I could get it. She spasmed into her third orgasm just as I felt my cock swell, felt the rhythmic pulsations in my balls as my hot, steaming load jetted into her rectum, each shuddering convulsion bathing her bowels in my creamy spend.

Lisa's orgasm intensified as I unloaded in her tight anus, and then it multiplied as Marti rammed her fingers deep into her cunt. The unexpected double penetration ripped another ear-shattering scream from Lisa and she bucked wildly against me as her climax ravaged her. As she was drawing another shuddering breath, I heard Marti murmur, "Try this, baby!" and Lisa went completely crazy, howling at the top of her lungs at whatever Marti was doing to her.

She couldn't take so much raw sensation all at once and she fainted, right in the middle of a scream and collapsed onto Marti. My cock came out of her ass as she fell and I grabbed it, jacking myself off onto Marti's surprised face, barely able to stand as my orgasm ran its course.

*******

Lisa gave me a long, slow and passionate kiss, and looked up at me when it was done. "Can I call you?"

I squeezed her ass in my hands and smiled at her. "I'd like that," I said softly. I gave her a peck on the lips, turned her loose and Marti stepped into my arms.

"When it rains, it pours for you, doesn't it?" she smiled. She leaned in and kissed me before I could answer. "I'll see you around the neighborhood, Larry," she whispered.

I nodded and climbed into the van as Lisa punched the button on the remote. The garage door rumbled up its tracks as I fired up the van. After I backed out, the last thing I saw as the garage door came back down was Lisa and Marti heading back into the house with their arms around each others waist.

End