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Legacy of a Caring Man

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It has been about a year since my husband, Art, passed away. Often, I think of his generous nature that brought much happiness in to my life and my friend Rose’s life. Specifically, he encouraged us to share our lives with younger men. I dare say that few men are as magnanimous as Art.

I’m Myrna, 53 years old, 5 ft 10 in, 130 lb, blue eyes, and brown hair; I was named after my granny’s favorite actress, Myrna Loy. I am an elementary school teacher.

Art and I bought a nice home that has a small apartment behind it in a city in north Florida. We rented the apartment after carefully screening potential renters. The rent money helped us maintain Art’s small cottage where we spent weekends and holidays. My dear friend, Rose, a divorcée, introduced me to Art. I married Art, who was 15 years older than me. For several years, Art made love to me passionately once a week, but several times when we were at our lake-side cottage.

Art was the manager of an electronic store. He loved electronic gadgets so much that he talked me in to allowing him to record our lovemaking sessions. When he suggested that it would be really great to post the clips at a website for older amateurs, I agreed on the condition that I wear a mask on my face. Initially, I was camera-conscious, but after couple of trial sessions, I was more relaxed in front of the camera. After watching a video of our lovemaking, I agreed with Art that we were passionate lovers; I also realized that I moaned quite loudly during my orgasms. He posted two clips: one in our home bedroom of Art going down on me and fucking me in the missionary and doggy positions, and the second in our cottage of Art fucking me while I, dressed in a blue, open-cup, bustier, leaned back in a love swing.

After his 65th birthday, Art retired because of problems with his heart and knees, as a result of being overweight. He also began to worry about having a heart attack while making love to me. However, he became very good at satisfying me orally. Because he loved to see my shoulder-length hair look dark brown, I had my hair done on the day we made love; he also wanted me to put on thigh highs, garters, an open-cup bra to make my plump rounded 36D boobs spill out, and then to ride his face. While loving me, his cock would not become very firm, yet it oozed a small amount of cum. After my orgasm, lovingly, he would kiss my still smooth neck and face.


Rose is an attractive woman with red hair, high cheekbones, grey-green eyes, narrow waist and sexy buttocks, and shapely legs; she was about 5ft 7 in, 125 lb. At the swimming pool, I noted she had large nipples on her slightly sagging large boobs. When Rose told us she met a nice guy, Chuck, Art and I were very happy for her because her ex-husband, a Vietnam-war veteran, suffered from PTSD and was abusive; luckily for Rose, he moved to Pensacola. Chuck was bald on top of his head, with grey hair on the edges; he seemed to be a few years younger than Rose. It turned out that after serving 20 years in the army, he was discharged and was about 40 years old, about 15 years younger than Rose. He was muscular and slightly shorter than Rose. As we played golf with Rose and Chuck, I noticed that Chuck was very devoted to Rose. With Art’s help, Rose bought a cottage not too far from ours, and Chuck helped her move in and with several maintenance projects.

Rose confided to me, “I met Chuck at the VA hospital where he had been having physical therapy for a year; he was also fitted with a prosthetic leg and foot to replace his left leg that was amputated below the knee in Iraq. He has a smile on his face all the time. I liked him as soon as I saw him. Before he helped me move to the cottage, I had coffee with him several times and we only kissed on the cheeks. After flirting with me for several weeks, he asked me to go out with him to a dance at the VFW Post. I dressed in a black skirt and a pink sleeve-less blouse, put on a pearl necklace and ear rings, and flat shoes; Chuck looked very handsome in dress clothes. He brought a bouquet of flowers when he came to pick me up at my home. During the first slow dance, I was thrilled to feel his stiff cock on my crotch; realizing that I liked to feel his hot cock, Chuck rubbed himself against my buttocks and crotch. After the dance, holding hands, we walked in the lighted garden behind the hospital and talked about our lives. I was again thrilled when he French kissed me and, after his kiss ended, I initiated another kiss. When he hugged me, I felt secure in his muscular arms and chest. After we sat on a bench, Chuck kissed my bare arms and neck passionately. He covered my shoulders with my light jacket, snuck his hand underneath it and grasped my covered right boob; he rubbed the nipple for a long time. Later, he rubbed my buttocks sensually. He brought out the passion that has been dormant in me; I rubbed his cock lump and my pussy oozed a copious amount of love nectar. Later that night, I used my vibrator while imagining it was my muscular new boy friend’s cock and had two consecutive orgasms.

“I agreed to go to a drive-in theater with Chuck the following weekend. It was a warm evening; I dressed in a low-cut, pink, tank top, loose-fitting shorts, and sandals. During the drive to the theater, I noted Chuck was in shorts and a short-sleeve sport shirt; he complimented me on my looks and touched my hand several times.

“Before the movie started, Chuck bought popcorn and soft drinks. Some time after the movie started, I found myself sitting in Chuck’s lap and his stiff cock poking in to my buttocks. Later, I let him unfasten my bra and, with his hands underneath my tank top, fondle my boobs; in fact, he fondled my boobs intermittently throughout the movie as he kissed my neck, upper arms, and mouth. I rubbed his cock lump, put my hand inside his shorts, and grasped his throbbing cock in my small hand. By the time we left the theater after the first movie ended, my pussy was full of my love juice.

“In my drive way, after I rubbed Chuck’s huge cock lump, I invited him to come in for a cup of coffee. After I discarded my love nectar-soaked panties and freshened up, I put on a short beige skirt, and went to the living room with two mugs of coffee. I sat in a cushioned chair across from Chuck; smiling at him, I flashed him my succulent pussy. In an instant Chuck crawled on his knees to me, pulled up my skirt, and furrowed his face in to my crotch. While mewing incoherently, he ate my pussy like he was starving. After I have had a body-shaking orgasm, I made him lie on his back on the carpet and impaled myself on his throbbing cock when it touched my cervix. Sensing that Chuck was close to his climax, as he groaned audibly and held on to my large boobs, I clamped my pussy muscles around his cock; his cock remained firm and I rode it for a long time until I had a second orgasm. After his cock slipped out of my pussy, I cleaned it with a warm wash cloth and I slept on the carpeted floor using Chuck’s upper arm as a cushion.

“Just before dawn, I became aware of Chuck lifting my tank top and suckling my nipples. I grasped his firm cock as he rubbed my legs, thighs, and ran his fingers through my pubes. He said he would like to see the sunrise and left. Later, I heard him in the shower. After I got up, I saw him in the back yard watering the flower plants; I was turned on looking at his bare chest and arms. After showering, I put on a white negligee, and stood in the lanai watching the sun rise; I knew Chuck would notice my voluptuous body lit by the sunlight. As expected, Chuck joined me in the lanai, gently pulled me to sit in his lap, and snaked his stiff cock in to my damp pussy. We watched the sunrise as he fondled my large boobs, and kissed my neck and shoulders. Periodically, I felt his cock flare in my pussy, and that stimulation together with his fondling and kissing triggered a long orgasm.

“Afterwards, I led Chuck to my bed, undressed, and scooted on my back to the middle of the bed. For a minute, I wondered if Chuck would be turned off by my wrinkled neck and arms; however, his raging hard on and passion-filled face dispelled that thought. I opened my bent legs wide and, as Chuck plowed my juicy pussy repeatedly, I held on to the head board with both hands; he paused occasionally to kiss my lips, undulating boobs, neck, and arm pits. I assumed my sex life was over after my divorce. Chuck is a considerate lover. He makes sure I have an orgasm before cumming in me. In turn, I let my young lover love me any time; often, he stares at my hairy pussy before licking it and wraps my boobs around his firm cock. Chuck is delighted that I cannot get pregnant with 100% certainty and he can ‘drain his balls’ deep in my pussy.”

I said to Rose, “After being married to a Vietnam veteran who suffered from PTSD, I’m glad you met a soldier injured in Iraq who is well-adjusted and a considerate lover. By the way, I saw Chuck walk unsteadily couple of times on the golf course but did not know he had a prosthetic leg.”

Rose said, “I’ve a soft spot for soldiers.”


One Sunday afternoon, while Art was resting, I walked to Rose’s cottage to visit with her. I assumed that Chuck was still visiting his son’s family and sick mom in Tampa, and that Rose remembered I was to visit her. When I reached the patio in the back, I heard giggles from the lanai. I hid in the bushes and saw that Rose was in a pink, ruffled, sleeve-less dress, black thigh highs, black shoes, she probably wore to church; her shoulder-length red hair was shiny. She had on a gold-plated necklace and dangling ear rings with red stones. Chuck was in denim jeans and a white tank top. He was standing behind her and, while kissing her neck, he was running his hands over her buttocks; she giggled when he tried to remove her dress. I could not hear their words, but assumed they were expressions of how much they missed each other. He handed her a gift-wrapped box. She opened the box and giggled when she saw a red open-cup teddy. Soon, she removed her dress, placed it on a chair, and put on the sexy teddy. She looked sexy in the teddy and the black thigh highs. Chuck resumed kissing her neck while fondling her spilled-over boobs. Her large boobs, I guessed to be 36D, sagged only slightly and looked luscious. As he suckled on her nipples, she tilted her head back. Chuck removed his clothes and prosthetic leg quickly, and slid slowly to his knees while kissing her tummy and crotch. He pulled Rose’s panties down, rubbed her hairy crotch, and began to lick her love channel; I noticed she still had mostly red pubes. Rose leaned against the side of a sofa, placed her right leg on Chuck’s shoulder, and held on to his head as he kept sucking and licking her hairy pussy.

After a while, Rose pulled Chuck to stand up, grasped his stiff cock, pushed him to sit on the sofa, and knelt in front of him. After kissing his cock along its length and his balls, looking in to his eyes, she took his cock in to her mouth; she must have been suckling on it because he tilted his head back and moaned with pleasure. After a few minutes, grasping her arm pits, he pulled her to straddle his crotch, and I saw her pussy slowly, so to speak, swallow his stiff cock. While French kissing him, with Chuck fondling and rhythmically lifting her buttocks, she slowly moved her crotch up and down on his cock. It seemed like Rose had an orgasm because she stopped fucking and hugged chuck tightly. A short time later, I surmised that Chuck had his climax because I saw white cum seep out of Rose’s pink hair-rimmed pussy. But, Chuck’s cock remained firm in Rose’s pussy; the two lovers were in no hurry to uncouple as they hugged and remained coupled happily.

My pussy got very wet watching the two lovers. I returned to my cottage, knelt in front of Art, who was watching TV, pulled his cock out of his shorts, and sucked on it until it was firm.

Art mumbled, “Thank you gorgeous. What happened?”

I said, “Just lay on the floor.”

After Art lay on his back, I removed my wet panties, impaled myself on Art’s firm cock, and fucked Art to reach a deep orgasm.

My pussy was still spasming after my orgasm, when I said, “I went to visit Rose. I did not know Chuck was home. I saw them making passionate love; it was quite a show.”

Art smiled and said, “Lucky Rose. She got herself a young lover. Chuck is very glad they can to do it without worrying about Rose becoming pregnant; Rose is delighted Chuck can deposit his sperm-filled cum in her any time he wants. You should get yourself a younger lover.”

I said, “I can’t do it. I love you, Art.”


One day, Chuck called to let Art and I know that his friend, Don, was looking for an apartment. He said Don was a psychologist who helped him choose a therapist after he returned from Iraq; he was divorced recently, got a job at the local campus of the State University, and wanted to live in an apartment because he planned to travel during the summer recess.

Don was a warm and caring man, about 35 years old. He and Art hit it off and, soon after he moved in to the apartment, he began to help with chores around our home and our small cottage on a large lake. After Art invited him to feel free to use our weights, he lifted weights in our basement on Sundays. I too liked Don; I noted he was muscular, about 5ft 7in and 170 pounds. I saw couple of women visit him, but he told Art he did not have a steady girlfriend. Art and I loved to bowl on Wednesday nights; when he was free, Don joined us. Often, after we returned home, the three of us continued to drink beers and, as Art played the piano, we sang popular songs.

During one of those nights, Don told us, “My wife, Audrey, left me for a wealthy older man who was a member of the State University’s Board of Trustees. I did not expect her to leave me, certainly not for an older man. I had to move away far from where Audrey and her new husband live. Fortunately, I found another teaching job here. But, I gave up custody of my young daughter, Lisa.”

Art and Don played golf together often. Despite the difference in ages, it seemed that Don became Art’s good friend and confidant. While I sat on the porch reading a romance novel, I would hear the two men talk about many subjects, while drinking beer.

One day, Art said to Don, “You will meet a woman who cares for you. I was lucky to meet Myrna when I was a widower.”

Don said, “Yes, you are a lucky man; she is beautiful and kind.”

Art said, “Indeed, she’s beautiful; she’s also very passionate. I worry what would happen to her after I die.”

In a kind tone, Don said, “Myrna will take good care of you. You will be around for a long time.”


On Don’s 36th birthday, Art and I invited him to dinner at our country club. We all got dressed up: Don and Art wore jackets; I put on a black-long-dress, high heels, black-silk thigh highs, and gold jewelry Art gave me for my 60th birthday; earlier, I had my hair done.

As Don drove us to the club, he complimented me, “You look elegant, Myrna.”

Art teased him, “Heh, don’t I look handsome?”

Don said, “Of course, you do, Art.”

During dinner, I saw Don stare appreciatively at my cleavage several times; but I thought I was imagining because I was sex-starved. When Art suggested that Don should dance with me, he did so graciously.

While dancing, Don said, “I love your hair.”

Smiling, I said, “You and Art. What is it with you guys? An older woman is supposed to have light hair.”

He said, “I don’t think of you as old.”

I mumbled, “Thank you,” and, as we danced slowly, I felt his hardened cock lump against my lower belly and my pussy tingled with excitement; he tried to pull away, but I held him close to me.

Don said, “I’m glad I met you and Art. I like Art; I do not want to steal you away from Art.”

I said, “I’m not going to abandon Art. Right now, it feels good to just hold you.”

Don said, “It feels good for me too,” and we continued to dance slowly, holding each other tightly,

After we returned home, I freshened up, and coaxed Art to lick and suck my juiced pussy, and bring me an orgasm. After that, Art fell asleep.


After Art’s health deteriorated more, Don helped him go out to the bowling alley. One night, Art passed out on the couch soon after returning home, and Don and I continued to drink beer and talk.

I asked Don, “What does Audrey look like?”

He said, “Tall and slim; very leggy. She has short blonde hair and brown eyes, and a dazzling smile. She likes expensive clothes, shoes, and jewelry.”

I said, “In other words, her tastes were beyond the reach of a college lecturer.”

Don nodded his head. After a second beer, I went to the kitchen to bring two more beers; Don followed me and I hugged him. Soon, as we were French kissing passionately, I felt his erect cock poking my belly.

Between kisses, Don whispered, “You’re a gorgeous woman,” but I pushed him away because I was not ready to make love with him.

He pulled me back in to his arms, kissed my neck several times, and said, “I’m not trying to steal you away from Art, but you deserve to be loved.”

I said, “May be so. But, not now,” and slipped out of his embrace; I saw Art was in the bathroom and wondered if he saw Don kissing me as he had to walk past the entrance to the kitchen.

Later in bed, Art touched my face, and said, “You have been good to me. You deserve to be loved,” and he fell asleep and started to snore.

I stayed awake for a long time wondering what Art meant by, “You deserve to be loved.”


On Art’s 66th birthday, I had my hair done the way he liked and we had a light dinner at a nice restaurant. After returning home, I invited Don to have a piece of the birthday cake. After he left, I hoped that Art would lick my pussy, but he had fallen asleep in front of the TV. Art’s health continued to deteriorate and he stopped making love to me.

After a month, I had Art admitted in to a nursing home; I was glad for Don’s presence and help around the home, but I was worried about Art’s health. Also, my body ached for loving by a man. After I saw Don, dressed in tight-fitting shorts and tank top, lifting weights, I began to fantasize getting fucked by him. I thought I should not fuck Don, but it would be ok to have him suck my pussy.

On a Saturday morning, as he drove me to the nursing home, Don said, “Today is the first anniversary of Audrey’s second marriage.”

I said, “I’m sorry.”

“I will get over it. I have work to do; I will come back in the evening to take you home.”

On the way home in the evening, I said to Don, “Art was feeling good today. He told me to cook dinner for you.”

Don said, “Please don’t bother. I’ll be ok. By the way, Art told me to take you out to dinner.”


After I was home a few minutes, I decided to give Don an apple pie I bought as a surprise present. It was a warm evening, so I changed in to a loose-fitting halter top, loose shorts, and high-heel sandals. I also freshened up and hoped that I could just flirt with Don. With the apple pie in hand, I climbed the steps to Don’s apartment. I was about to knock on the door when I peeked through the gap in the closed window curtains and saw images on a flat-screen TV; after a few moments, I realized that Don was watching the video of Art and me making love, and stroking his stiff thick cock. I stood frozen in one spot. I got aroused seeing Don, a younger man, stroking his big dick while watching my thighs and pussy. But, I also wanted to know how Don got hold of the video; I knocked on the door hard.

After couple of minutes, Don opened the door, and said, “Myrna, I did not expect to see you here. Come in.”

I walked in to the apartment and demanded, “How did you get hold of my private video? Did you steal it?”

Softly, Don blurted out, “No, I did not steal it. I downloaded it from a site Art told me to check. I did not know you were in it. He wants us to get together. He is worried about you.”

I was stunned and no longer angry, and mumbled, “Art’s worried about you too. I brought you apple pie.”

Don took the pie, placed it on the coffee table, hugged me, and said, “Thank you.”

Don and I stood hugging each other; I felt his stiff cock pushing in to my belly and his hands rubbing my back. It felt good to be hugged by a hard-bodied man.

I managed to ask, “How many times did you watch the clip?”

“Many times. You’re gorgeous,” he replied.

I was glad he thought I was gorgeous and I mumbled, “I’m embarrassed.”

Don said, “I did not mean to embarrass you. I admire you. I want to take care of you,” and gently nudged me to sit in a chair, slid to his knees, and began to rub my bare feet and legs.

I felt a rush of affection for Don; I slowly opened my knees, allowing him to rub my thighs. After a few minutes, looking in to my eyes for approval, he pulled down my shorts and removed my blouse. I crossed my arms to cover myself as best as I could, but he nudged them apart.

Don exclaimed, “You are lovely,” and began to rub my white panties-covered crotch and fondle my bra-covered boobs.

I said, “You’re just lonesome. What do you see in me?”

In a quivering voice, Don said, “You’re a very voluptuous lady; also very kind. I care for you,” and, after planting numerous kisses on my thighs, buried his face in my crotch.

I said, “You want me because I’m not like your ex-wife.”

He said, “Yes and Art wants me to take care of you.”

My pussy had been oozing and Don must have smelled my arousal; he pushed his face in to my wet-panties and licked the nectar-covered fabric. Inadvertently, I opened my thighs wider. He lifted his head from my crotch, quickly pulled down my panties, and buried his face in my wet crotch. His hot breath on my crotch aroused me more. I lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders. I then grasped his head with both hands and pulled his face in to my juicy pussy. Like a thirsty boy, he licked my wet pussy and clit, and swallowed my love nectar.

I held on to his hair, wailing as I convulsed with an orgasm, “Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Babyyyy. Cummmimng. Cummmmming.”

I knew Don was aroused very much, but I was not ready to let him fuck me; I was afraid that he would plunge his big dick in to my wide-open pussy. But, he had his head still buried in my crotch. I nudged his head away, stood up, and, when I pulled him up to stand, I saw a huge cum stain on his shorts. I went to the bathroom and returned with several tissues.

I said, “I’m not ready to sleep with you,” and, while hugging him, I pulled his shorts down, and grasped his pulsing, cum-smeared cock.

As I slowly pumped his stiff cock, I grasped his firm buttocks; he gasped, “Don’t stop; it feels good.”

Don had a long climax and I trapped his copious cum in the tissues. His cock was still firm and its head was slick. Quickly, before I could react, he started French kissing me passionately and was humping my crotch. Somehow his cock ended up at the slick entrance of my pussy and his cock head went in to my love channel.

I panicked and pushed him away with all my strength, and said sternly, “Art is still alive. I cannot do that.”

Weakly, Don said, “Ok,” and pulled out his cock head.

I got dressed and left. During the next week, Art became very weak and I spent many hours with him; Don visited him several times.

As he drove me to the nursing home, Don said, “I have to go to England for the spring semester and the summer. I’m concerned about leaving you and Art.”

I said, “Don’t worry about us. I will take care of Art. You go to England; Art and I will be happy for you. Send us an occasional email message; we would love to hear from you.”

Art died a week after Don left for England. I stayed busy taking care of the house, mourning for Art, and taking care of his estate. Rose was supportive during the time I was grieving. After about six months, I started working as a volunteer at a day care for children. I resumed using Art’s email address and began to communicate with friends. As I began to get back to living a normal life, Rose encouraged me to start dating men, especially to get in touch with Don. One day, I received a message from Don that he was doing well in Europe; I replied to him suggesting that he call at his convenience.


I started reading erotica on the Internet; in particular, a story by one D. F. Stone about a man’s longing for his older landlady caught my eye. After I read the story a second time, it seemed that the description of the landlady’s appearance was very close, if not identical, to mine; also, in the author’s dream, she wore thigh highs and colored her hair dark brown, like I did. There were hot descriptions of the older woman removing her bra and the younger man suckling on her slightly sagging boobs; she raising and opening her long legs wide, and letting him kiss her thigh high-covered legs and thighs, and lick and suck her hairy pussy. The younger man goes away for an extended period of time to Europe. He dreams of returning to his former landlady and fucking her for a whole week.

I looked at the cancelled rent checks Don had given me and saw that his name printed on them was, Donald F. Stone. I wondered if Don wrote that story. But, there was the usual disclaimer about no connection to real-life characters; also, the older woman’s name was Mary, not Myrna. After debating for a while, I sent the author an anonymous message: ‘I’m an older woman who also likes a younger man who rented a small apartment. I wish my young man would come back to me. I hope he would at least call the landlady.’

On a Sunday in August, my phone rang. It was Don. He explained that he was using the Internet to make the call with little cost to him. We talked for a long time about how I was doing after Art passed away and his work in London.

I was beginning to worry that he did not want to return to me, when he said, “I still care for you. Can I see you?”

I said, “Yes, I care for you too.”

Don said, “I have to start teaching in couple of weeks. I want to visit my daughter for a few days. Can I come to see you Labor Day weekend?”

I said, “Yes. We can go from the airport to Art’s cottage.”

He said, “Can’t wait to see you.”

After I hung up the phone, I undressed and looked at myself in a full-length mirror: I had a good figure, with mostly wrinkle-free skin, slightly sagging boobs with large nipples, and a slight bulge above my waist. My hips were smooth and well-rounded, but not too wide. My legs were nicely formed and muscular. I did have a few grey pubic hairs, but I had a large clit. Overall, I looked to be a 45 year old woman. For the first time after Art died, I used my favorite vibrator and gave myself two satisfying orgasms. But, I longed for Don’s hard body and his big cock.


Don’s plane was due to arrive around Noon on Friday. I had my hair done just like Art used to like. I showered and shaved my legs and armpits. I put on a blue lift-up bra and crotch-less panties, and wore a low-cut, sleeve-less blue sheath, that show cased my swelling boobs. I put on sheer, silk, black, thigh highs I had on in the sex video. I chose a pink, soft, shimmering shawl to warm my shoulders from cool, air-conditioned, air. I put on a thin gold necklace and the diamond earrings Art gave me for my 50th birthday.

After I hugged Don, he handed me a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. Then, I saw him glancing down to catch the wonderful view of my exposed swell of my boobs. My neckline was doing exactly what I had hoped for: my sexy bosom had gotten Don’s attention. I looked up at my beaming boyfriend and smiled knowingly.

As we drove, I said, “I would like some lunch, may be pasta and salad.”

In the restaurant, we sat at a corner table. After I had a glass of wine, I became tipsy.

Surreptitiously, while looking in to Don’s eyes, I rubbed his crotch and felt his cock grow; I said, “He likes me.”

I then placed Don’s right hand on my left knee. He slowly moved his hand to my panties-covered crotch and rubbed it to make me more excited; he stopped just as the waitress brought our food. During the meal, I learned from Don that Lisa was turning out to be a well-adjusted girl. I told him that Art’s friends, Chuck and Rose, wanted to play golf on Sunday morning; they also invited us to lunch on Saturday. All the way home, I saw Don stealing glances at my sexy bosom and had a hard on.

As soon as we entered the cottage, I threw myself in to Don’s arms. He dropped his bag on the floor, took me in his muscular arms and French kissed me. He turned me to face the large mirror on the living room wall and, after kissing my neck and bare shoulders, grasped my covered boobs; slowly, he removed my dress and grasped my bulging boobs. Continuing to kiss my neck, he moved his hands down my front to my tummy and then to my crotch. He smiled when his fingers felt my slick pussy and matted pubic hair. I turned my head to let him kiss my mouth and raised my arms to place them around his neck; just as I had expected, he rubbed my smooth under arms and armpits. Soon, he returned his right hand to my pussy and, using two fingers, scooped my love juice and licked it.

Wanting him to lick and suck my pussy, I hissed, “There’s more there, lover. Suck me.”

After Don got on his knees in front of me, I steered his face to my sopping pussy. I held on to his head as he licked my labia and on my engorged clit. I ran my fingers through his hair, rubbing his face deeper into my groin. He plunged his tongue into my pussy and swirled it around and around; it seemed he was sopping up my love juice. It felt good from the moment his mouth touched my pussy and I moaned continuously as a wonderful orgasm swept from deep my uterus and my pussy convulse on his mouth.

When I saw Don’s smiling face coated with my pussy nectar, I got the urge to kiss it. I sat next to him and, as I was kissing his lips, I saw the tent his cock had formed in his shorts.

I giggled and said, “Looks like you want me,” and helped him remove all his clothes.

Don tried to get up, but I nudged him to lie back on the soft rug, straddled his waist, and slowly pushed his cock, inch-by-inch, in to my vagina. I rested for several moments to let my love channel adjust to his throbbing, hard, cock. When I looked up, I saw he had propped himself on his arms to get a good view of his cock going in and out of my belly.

He mumbled, “I’m close. I have been chaste. Are you ok without protection?”

I said, “Glad you were chaste. I can’t get pregnant.”

Don first smiled and then shyly said, “Do the squat, please.”

I blushed when I realized he referred to a favorite position of Art on the video: I first squatted exposing to Don’s view my pussy plugged by his cock deep in me and then fucked him taking his cock deep in to me. After I clenched his cock with my pussy wall, I started fucking; his cock pulsed, releasing many jets of his warm cum near my uterus. In spite of the spurts of his cum squirting in my tunnel, I continued humping his cock. My pussy got very wet and squishy.

After savoring Don’s pulsing cock in my pussy for a while, I said, “I need to clean up. Stay here, honey,” and I rushed to the bathroom to freshen up.

After I put on a see-through white negligee, I returned with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned Don’s still erect cock. He smiled as I examined and cleaned his veined cock and hairy sack of balls.

I pulled Don to stand up and said, “It’s a nice evening; let’s sit in the lanai and watch the waves on the lake. I will bring us some wine, cheese, and crackers.”

When I bent down to pour the wine in to two glasses, Don gently grasped my unfettered, hanging, boobs, and said, “They are beautiful. I love to fondle them.”

I giggled, gently grasped Don’s semi-erect cock, and said, “You have a beautiful cock,” and slid to my knees between his splayed thighs.

I took his big, slick, cock in to my mouth; it felt good to have a stiff cock in my mouth. Don moaned with pleasure; he also gently pinched my nipples. I felt a dab of his oozing cum on my tongue. At the same time, I felt my pussy nectar seeping out. He pulled me up to sit on his thigh. We French kissed and I felt his fingers rub my clit and vaginal walls.

Don said, “It’s full moon today; the lake looks beautiful.”

I said, “Art and I made love here on many such evenings.”

Shyly, Don said, “I want to love you on the love swing.”

I walked to the love swing, sat in it, leaned back, and whispered, “Love me, stud.”

Don placed my feet in the stirrups and said, “You look lovely in the moonlight,” and, much to my delight, planted several kisses on my smooth legs and thighs, and licked my gaping, slick, pussy several times.

Staring at my crotch intently, he slowly pushed his throbbing cock in to my slick pussy. He stood still for a moment to savor my tight channel; to add to his stimulation, he leaned forward and grasped my slightly flattened boobs, and began to fuck in long, slow, strokes. He groaned with pleasure as he moved his crotch back and forth, and I moaned almost in unison. The combination of my nipples being gently pinched and my stretched vaginal walls repeatedly scraped by Don’s cock led my body heightened my arousal. Soon, I had to a thunderous orgasm. My considerate lover paused to let me savor my orgasm before resuming to repeatedly plunging his big shaft in to my lubricated pussy and depositing a large load of cum deep in my pussy.

Don said, “That’s the best fuck ever,” and stretched out on the large couch.

When I returned to the lanai after freshening up, Don was asleep on the couch. I covered him up with a light blanket, kissed him on his lips, and went to bed. Sometime during the night, he crawled in to bed on my right side and wrapped his right arm around my waist. I turned to my right to hug him and my left hand brushed against his stiff cock. I was thrilled because it has been a long time since I touched a firm cock in the middle of the night in my bed.

I grasped firmly his firm cock, giggled, and said, “You’re insatiable.”

Don whispered, “Don’t blame me; you’re a beautiful woman,” and started to fondle my boobs and suckle my nipples.

Hearing me moan, he said, “You can sleep on top of me,” and pulled me on top of him.

I cooed, “There’s no point in wasting a stiff cock,” and slowly pushed it in to my still slick pussy.

I must have fallen asleep, but I was awakened by my lover lifting my crotch off his body, finding a comfortable angle, and vigorously fucking me; I went back to sleep after he stopped fucking.

Later, I heard my lover whisper, “It’s your turn to fuck,” and, gladly, I obliged him.

The rest of the night I was either dreaming or getting fucked by my young lover; he must have had at least one climax, but I had several orgasms. When I felt Don’s cock slip out of my dripping pussy, I turned to sleep and felt his wet, flaccid cock, in the crevice of my ass.


When I woke up, Don was still sleeping. I took a long shower, put on a tight, low-cut, red, tank top, and pink shorts, and went to make coffee. The sun was shining brightly when I heard Don taking a shower.

A short time later, he came to the kitchen, kissed me on my cheek, and said, “You look lovely. I’m hungry.”

I smiled and said, “All we have is coffee. Let’s go out for breakfast and pick up a few groceries; we should be back in time for lunch with Chuck and Rose. Later, I would like to do a load of laundry.”

Several times during breakfast and grocery shopping, I saw Don look admiringly at my bare arms, my cleavage, and my boobs pressing against the tight tank top.

He reached over the dishes, held my hands, and said, “You’re so beautiful, Myrna. I love your large, blue, eyes.”

I asked, “What else you like, baby.”

Shyly, he whispered, “Would you wear the blue bustier later? You looked gorgeous in it.”

Blushing, I said, “It seems like you want to see me in sexy clothes. Didn’t Audrey wear any for you?”

He said, “No. She preferred expensive dress clothes and shoes. In the bedroom, she was very conservative.”

I said, “Did you and Audrey make love after Lisa was born?”

He said, “A few times. Often, I felt I was imposing myself on her.”

I realized then that Don was a horny young man who would love me every chance I gave him. He cared for me because I was a warm and caring person who enjoyed being loved by him. He did not care that I was older than him.

Don carried the groceries to the kitchen and, as I placed them in the refrigerator, he kept rubbing my bare arms and thighs. As soon as I was done with the groceries, he slid to his knees and started kissing my thighs.

I said, “Baby, we have to go for lunch with Chuck and Rose.”

Don pleaded, “Just a taste of your love nectar, please.”

Obligingly, I lowered my shorts and panties, leaned against the kitchen counter, and raised my left leg. Don stuck his face in my crotch and avidly licked my hairy pussy for several minutes.

I pleaded with him, “You can have more later. We got to go.”

Quickly, I put on a bra, a loose-fitting, pink, halter top, and a knee-length, white, cotton skirt; I skipped putting on my panties.

As we walked to our neighbors, Don said, “I met Rose once. It seems that Chuck is younger than her.”

I said, “Yes. His bald head makes him look lot older; I think he is about 15 years younger than her.”

Later, as I was about to knock on their door, I whispered to Don, “Baby, I have no panties on.”

After a while, Chuck opened the door and welcomed us. I thought Rose did not realize it was a warm day for Capri pants and looked flustered. While I helped Rose fix lunch, Chuck and Don talked somberly; I assumed it was about their good friend, Art. However, by the time lunch was served on the patio, everyone was cheerful. I sat across from Don and flashed him my naked crotch several times; to acknowledge each delightful glimpse, Don licked his lips every time he got a good view of my crotch. By the time we returned home, Don and I were aroused considerably. After serving coffee and chocolate cake, Rose and Chuck said they would take care of the cleaning. After I told Rose that I would like to have lunch with her and plan for regular visits, we left.


I was standing in front of the mirror in the living room when I asked Don, “Should I wear Art’s favorite bustier?”

Don mumbled, “You look lovely as you are; I want to taste the sweet treasure you were flashing.”

As I blushed, I placed my right foot on a step stool to open my crotch. Quickly, Don slid to his knees, pushed his head underneath my skirt, grasped my hips and buttocks, and began to lick my juicy pussy. In the mirror, I watched his head move up and down as he lapped at my pussy like a hungry cat slurping milk. As my breathing became heavy, his mouth latched on to clit and he alternated between sucking and letting go of my large clit. I held on to his head as my body convulsed and I had an intense orgasm.

I said, “I’ll put on Art’s favorite bustier; it will take only a couple of minutes.”

Don hissed, “Hurry up. I can’t wait too long.”

Quickly, in my bedroom, I put on the open-cup, bright-blue bustier that accentuated my plump boobs. I was about to put on split-crotch fishnet panties when a totally nude Don, sporting a huge hard on, walked in.

I was staring at his waving cock when he grasped me around my waist and hissed, “Lovely. Lovely. I can’t wait.”

I knew I teased him too much and said, “Ok. Take me, baby.”

He nudged me to bend over the dressing table and raised my buttocks; he was wildly humping my ass until I grasped his cock and directed it to the opening of my pussy. Quickly, he pushed his leaking cock deep in to my slick pussy. He grasped my swaying boobs and pumped his cock in frenzy in and out of my pussy. While hanging on to the dresser tightly, I watched in awe in the mirror, his passion-filled face, and his quivering chest muscles. In his passion, he lifted me off the carpet by my waist, and fucked me in short, rapid-fire, strokes. As his cock pulsed repeatedly inside my pussy, he groaned loudly. After several minutes, he put me down, laid his head on my back, but his cock was still firm and buried in my pussy.

Don resumed fucking when I said, “Let’s do it on the bed.”

After he pulled out his cock, I stretched out on my back on the bed, opened my arms, and said, “I’m all yours.”

He scooted on his knees next to me, lovingly held my face with both hands, and said, “I love everything about you; I get turned on as soon as I see you.”

I smiled and said, “Baby, the feeling is mutual. You are a considerate lover; I can be available whenever you want me,” and lifted my legs and opened them wide.

Don positioned himself above me, pushed his stiff cock in to my love channel, and fucked vigorously for a while.

He was perspiring and said, “I’m not close to cumming. Would you please get on top of me?”

Smiling, I said, “I know you want to see my boobs bounce up and down, but I need to do a load of laundry.”

Don said, “Ok. While you start the washer, I’ll make us coffee.”

Later, I saw Don standing in front of my bridal photo and staring at it intently; he had the empty coffee cup in one hand and was stroking his semi-erect cock with the other.

When he saw me, he smiled and said, “Art had good taste; I bet he didn’t let you out of his sight.”

I said, “He was dedicated to me. His instincts about you loving me were right on target,” and grasped his firm cock.

He said, “I love him for introducing me to you,” and steered me towards the wall mirror in the living room.

Blushing, I said, “Art loved to watch our making out sessions in a mirror; he had numerous mirrors installed here. He loved me passionately in this cottage. I think I have many nerve endings in my nipples. Rarely do I get aroused without my nipples being pinched gently, but they are not as sensitive as my clit. I’m lucky you are obsessed with my boobs and clit.”

He said, “Did he have any other tastes?”

I said, “He kissed and licked my arm pits; I had to keep them clean-shaven,” and lifted my arms above my head.

He said, “I must say, you have sexy under arms and arm pits.”

Still holding his cock, I said, “I’m really glad you let me see you naked.”

He said, “I’m glad you are wearing only the sexy bustier and no panties,” and sat on the stool in front of the mirror.

I knelt in front of Don and, in the bright afternoon light, I sucked and licked his cockhead; I also fondled his balls. I knew he got turned on watching me suck his cock in the mirror. I straddled his lap and carefully snaked his stiff cock in to my pussy.

After he fondled my boobs that spilled over the open-cup bustier, he planted many kisses on my neck; I locked my hands behind his neck and tilted my head back. He sucked my nipples and drove me further into rapture; his tongue swirled and flicked my nipples, and his hands kneaded my plump breast.

I hugged him tightly and said, “Keep suckling, baby. I feel an orgasm building,” and, after shifting my weight on to my feet, I fucked his fat cock until I had another intense orgasm.

After my intense orgasm subsided, I realized Don had not had his climax; his cock was still stiff as an iron rod; I said, “Baby, I’m impressed with your staying power. I’m thirsty. It’s hot. It seems the power went off. I don’t hear the air conditioner.”

Shyly, he said, “I’ll carry you to the refrigerator; just hang on to my neck with your arms and my waist with your legs. You will not be hot if you remove the bustier.”

Blushing, I said, “It’s new to me to be carried totally nude with a stiff cock deep inside me.”

Quickly, Don helped me remove my bustier. There we were totally nude hugging each other; my boobs were pressed flat against his chest. I watched in the mirror my younger lover plant many kisses on my neck, boobs, and upper arms.

Softly, Don said, “Hold me tight, we are going for a short ride.”

I did as he instructed and, quickly, with his hands on my buttocks, he lifted me up and stood up. In the mirror, I found myself clinging to him with my arms and legs. I leaned back, freed my boobs, and pressed them back in to his hairy chest. I felt his cockhead pressing against my uterus; I was never penetrated as deep. He was beaming with his successful effort.

He looked at our crotches pressing together and said, “This feels great. You look gorgeous,” and French kissed me passionately for a long time.

I smiled and said, “I like it too. I’m still thirsty.”

Don walked in short steps to the refrigerator. I opened the door, took a bottle of water, and gulped half the contents.

Don set me down on the counter and, as I leaned back on my palms, he mumbled, “I’m close,” and staring intently at my jiggling, perspiration-covered boobs, he began fucking my juicy pussy.

Subtly, I tightened my pussy wall around Don’s cock. Soon, he buried his face in the side of my neck and groaned until his humping motion gradually slowed down. When he pulled out his softening cock, a small amount of our mixed love juices dribbled on to the counter.

As we walked to the shower, he said, “I can’t get it up again.”

I smiled and said, “Sure.”

As I was washing his cock, it became firm, but I told Don, “Later, baby. You need to rest.”

We went to bed and took long naps. I woke up when my cell phone started ringing; it was Rose. Also, it was dark outside and Don was still sleeping on his back. I turned on the light in the hallway and I saw his cock looked firm as it lay pointing towards me.

Rose said, “Sorry we did not visit after lunch. Chuck was eager to make love to me. He got amorous as I was fixing salad. I told him that he cannot play with my boobs and ruin my blouse; after lowering my shorts and panties, he kissed my buttocks, thighs, and licked my pussy to make my vagina very wet. He pleaded to let him push his stiff cock, just to enjoy my tightly enveloping pussy. Still fixing the salad, I bent over the counter, and guided Chuck’s stiff cock to my vagina. Not that I minded, but he could not help pump his cock in and out my love channel. That’s when I heard your knock on the door. I saw my shorts got wrinkled; I pushed Chuck to quickly pull his cock out of me and ran to my bedroom to change. I whispered to Chuck to put his cock back in to his shorts, and meet you and Don at the door.

Giggling, I said, “I wondered why you wore Capri pants on a warm day,” and grasped Don’s lovely cock and watched it get stiff and grow.

Rose said, “As soon as you and Don left, Chuck and I took our clothes off. After he sat on a chair in the shade, I sucked his cock to make it stiff again and coat it with my slick saliva, and sat astride his lap. Chuck loved me while alternating between fondling my boobs and kissing my neck. After I enjoyed my orgasm, I milked his cock by tightening my vaginal muscles and releasing them several times; his cock spurted jets of cum deep in my pussy. We both were sweating profusely in the heat and took showers to cool off. Art also liked Chuck and was glad I accepted him as my lover; he helped him get a job at the electronic store. I’m sure my only daughter will like him; I’m thinking of letting Chuck move in with me.”

Still fondling Don’s firm cock, I said, “It looks like Chuck is a keeper. So is my guy. Talk to you later,” and, after turning off the phone, I leaned to the side and began to suck on Don’s cock.

Don looked happy as he watched me suck and massage his cock with my boobs. After a while, he pulled me to lie on his body and snaked his stiff cock in to my wet pussy.

While kissing his face, I said, “Love, I want to see your cock spurt.”

He said, “Ok, but I want to lick your pussy.”

I got off of Don and scooted to get in to the sixty-nine position. I sucked and pumped his cock, while he sucked my pussy lips and engorged clit. A few times, I heard Don mumble, ‘It’s beautiful’ and felt my labia being spread apart. He was making love to my love channel using his lips and tongue. I stopped pumping his cock to enjoy an intense orgasm on his mouth. After my orgasm subsided, I resumed pumping his cock and saw drops of cum come out of his cock. Then, as he groaned, his cock spurted cum about a foot in the air, and landed on my neck and his thighs; altogether, it was an impressive sight.

I fixed tossed salads and spaghetti with marinara sauce for dinner, and Don opened a bottle of red wine.

After we clicked our wine glasses, I said, “I loved Art very much. He left me secure financially. Now, I’m getting more loving than I hoped for from you, my young stud.”

Don said, “I want to be close to you. I can continue to pay rent for the apartment you own.”

I said, “But, you better spend the nights with me.”

Don said, “I’m forever grateful to Art for introducing me to you. You are a great lover, the best of my life,” and grasped both my hands.


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