I lived in a town where my mom and dad worked at a small state college; mom was an administrative assistant in the human relations department and dad was a lecturer in history. Laura Hughes worked as a women’s tennis coach and women’s health counselor at the college. She was a good friend of my mom and had straight, shoulder-length, blonde, hair, large green eyes, and prominent cheek bones. She was in good shape. She was the star forward on an over-30 women’s basketball team, aptly called, “The Matures,” and my mom played a guard on the team.
I heard Laura was a good tennis player at the State University; soon after graduating from college, she married Ray Hughes, the assistant coach of the men’s university basketball team. After Ray was appointed the head basketball coach at the college, they moved in to a large house not too far from us. Ray was 15 years older than Laura and they have been married for about ten years. While Laura maintained a healthy life style and looked fit, Ray enjoyed the basketball team booster’s banquets and put on considerable weight.
My parents wanted me to attend the state college in town but I wanted to go to a large school in a large city. Laura’s offer to show me the campus of the university she attended was accepted by my mom and me. Laura drove me to the university in her Cadillac.
A few minutes after she began driving, I said, “Thank you for driving me to the university.”
Laura said, “It’s my pleasure. I’m glad to help you and my alma mater.”
It turned out to be the beginning of our friendship. I got busy with my studies and life at the university. Life seemed to be good; I was 6-ft, 170 lb, brown hair, light blue eyes, a long nose, a friendly personality, and a beautiful girlfriend. But, two days after my 21st birthday during winter, my girlfriend broke up with me. It hurt that she left me for a muscular football player. I wanted to lift weights to build up my muscles. I resumed returning home during weekends and long breaks.
During one weekend, my mom asked me to help “The Matures” with their summer basketball practices because they were short of strong forwards. Reluctantly, I agreed. I ended up playing against Laura. Even on the basketball court, she smelled very nice. Once the game got underway, Laura was aggressive in scoring baskets and playing defense, especially guarding me. I realized that she was doing her best to keep me away from the basket, often pushing against my back with her covered boobs.
I said, “You have a good wing span. It’s not fair to push me the way you are doing.”
She smiled and said, “I’ll do whatever it takes.”
The next time I was under the basket, as Laura was trying to push me away, I said, “They feel good on my back. Keep pressing them,” making her lose her concentration when I dribbled around her to score an easy basket.
From then on, it seemed like Laura enjoyed rubbing her boobs against my back or my chest, as we continued to play.
As we drove home, mom said, “That was a good practice. I think Laura enjoyed playing against you. I heard that she and Ray are having difficulties. She needs our support.”
I said, “I’m glad you played too today.”
“I had to get out of the house. I might as well tell you. Your father and I have been having difficulties for a while. He suggested we go away on a week-long vacation to the beach to fix our marriage. I think our marriage has been broken beyond repair.”
I said, “I suspected there was a problem when I saw dad with a young woman in a bar.”
Mom said, “I learned he has had several girl friends over the years. It hurt knowing he had been having affairs with young women, mostly waitresses. I have gotten over the shock of his infidelities and I’m prepared to move on. As a matter of fact, I met a man who makes me feel special. Only my morals have kept me from moving in with him.”
I said, “You know I love you. I also think dad is not a bad guy. I hope you will be happy with your new friend. Do I know him?”
“I don’t think so. Will has been teaching at the college for about a year, but I met him three months ago.”
I said, “Sounds like he is young.”
“He’s about 15 years younger than me. He’s very sincere and cares for me. Our age difference never bothers him. Initially, I was reluctant to go out with him. I did get him to have a blood test to check for diseases. Hey, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. I hope you understand.”
I said, “I love you, mom. I want you to be happy. I can handle dad not living with us. Will you marry again?
“Not for a long time.”
Not long afterwards, my father moved out of our home. I helped him move his things to his van and unload them at his new apartment.
That weekend, mom told me that she was going out with Will. Before he arrived, mom put on a short sun dress, a push-up bra that made her boobs lift up and created sexy cleavage, and sandals; I noticed she painted her toe nails red. Will looked to be about 25-years old with good facial features and a trim body. It was evident that he and mom were fond of each other. They went out on their date holding hands.
Later that night, I was listening to music and reading a book in my room, when I heard my mom and Will return from dinner. I heard footsteps on the stairs, my mom giggling, and Will whispering something. After a while, I heard my mom moan softly and later squeal happily; evidently, Will was a passionate lover as their love making lasted about an hour. I had to pee and, as I walked by mom’s bedroom, through the partially open door, I could see my totally nude mom riding Will like a cowgirl riding a wild horse. Her buttocks and lower back were moving fast as she fucked Will; in turn, he was holding on to her large, sagging boobs, and moaning with pleasure. I rushed to the bathroom before I was seen and jerked off. Later, after I was in bed, I heard foot steps on the stairs and the front door being shut. Next morning, because mom was loved by Will during the night, she looked very happy.
That summer, I got a job at the college’s library moving books from the main library floor to an annex to make room for a bank of computers; Laura was my supervisor and we worked long hours side-by-side. I noticed that while I perspired heavily, especially in the annex without air conditioning, Laura barely broke a sweat. I also saw her in work clothes: shorts and short-sleeve blouses, without much make up and realized that she had a natural grace about her, may be due to her flaw-less complexion and her natural blonde hair which she wore in a pony tail. When we were alone during morning and afternoon breaks, we talked about many matters. I realized that she was a very intelligent, warm, and caring person.
One day, when Laura went to the bank during the afternoon break, I opened my favorite mature women magazine and looked at a beautiful 40+ year-old woman’s boobs, arm pits, and pussy. I left it on top of my back pack when I got excited and went to the men’s room to jack off. By the time I returned to work, Laura was already working on the books. She did not say anything to me, but I suspected she saw my magazine.
On a Friday in July, during the afternoon break, Laura said, “I will be running a girls’ tennis camp for two weeks. Lynne, the librarian, will be your supervisor. We moved most of the books, thanks to your hard work,” and added, “I also enjoy talking to you; Ray and I do not talk much to each other.”
I said, “I’m sorry. I thought you and Ray looked to be a happy couple.”
“We were. Lately, we have not been,” after a pause, she added, “He has a new lady friend, a former exotic dancer. I have asked him to move out of our home.”
“I’m sorry. I understand how it feels to be not wanted; my girlfriend decided to leave me after I told her that she has to stop seeing her older and muscular friend.”
“I’m sorry your girl broke up with you.”
“Does Ray want to be with you?”
“Ray and I have not been intimate since he started seeing his young, exotic dancer friend. I told him I do not want to take the chance of catching a sex-related disease. Are you seeing any one?”
I said, “No. I need to build up my muscles before I date again. I would like to lift weights.”
“I have a good set of weights in our exercise room. Ray bought them for me. You are welcome to use them. Come to my home tomorrow morning before ten to look at them. Come with me, I want to introduce you to my friend, Lynne, the librarian.”
Lynne seemed to be about 50 years old; she had an attractive face: large brown eyes, short, thin nose, and brown and grey hair tied in a knot at the back of her head; her conservative, loose fitting dress that buttoned up to her neck, could not mask completely her generous bosom. When Laura introduced me as her friend, she greeted me warmly and told me she knew my mom. She also thanked me and Laura for moving many books.
As we left the library together, Laura said in a low voice, “Lynne has invited me to her home to talk. Her husband has Alzheimer’s. She has lot on her mind.”
At her home, next day, Laura showed me the exercise room, which was on the second floor, and said, “Feel free to use any of the weights. I have to leave in a few minutes. Today, my tennis team is playing another team of the summer camp. There is a player-recognition dinner, two weeks from today. I hate to go alone. Would you go as my escort? All you have to do is wear dress clothes and a jacket; you don’t have to wear a tie.”
I said, “Yes. Thanks for allowing me to use the weights.”
“Thank you for working hard moving the books. Here, I got you a camera; it’s ready to be used,” and giggling added, “You can take photos of me and stop buying those magazines,” and handed me a compact digital camera.
Blushing, I said, “Thank you. Will you model for me?”
“Yes. But, show me each photo of me and do not send them to any one else.”
“Let me try the camera, right now,” and, as she posed willingly, I took several photos of her in tennis attire.
“May be you will become a professional photographer.”
“I would like to be your personal photographer.”
She smiled and said. “I have a meeting. See you later.”
After I lifted weights and used Laura’s treadmill, I drank couple of glasses of cold water. I went to the bathroom next to the exercise room and saw a clothes hamper, and it had Laura’s clothes, including six bras and panties; apparently, Laura did her laundry once a week. I picked up each bra and smelled the 36C cups for her chest aroma mixed with her perfume, and, as I gently rubbed and felt the texture of her silky panties, I deeply inhaled her pussy aroma.
Couple of days before the player recognition dinner, Laura sent me a message that the dinner would be in the faculty dining hall of the college. At the dinner, I saw Laura had on a black, sleeve-less dress, that showed her cleavage prominently, black stockings, and black-low-heel shoes; she had on a four-strand pearl necklace and pearl, stud, ear rings. She carried a small bag in one hand and a black sweater on the other arm. She looked gorgeous and sexy, and smelled very nice of feminine creams and perfume. My cock got stiff. I wanted her. After I said hello to her, I stood at a discreet distance and took photos of her as she greeted her tennis students.
Later, she signaled me to come to her and said, “It’s cold here. Please place the sweater around my shoulders. Sit next to me during dinner.”
During dinner, surreptitiously, I stole glances at her lovely cleavage and slender arms, and I smelled the perfume emanating from her body. Apparently, Laura realized that I was staring at her because she blushed intensely and, without looking at me, reached under the table, and touched my cock lump and I almost came in my pants.
After dinner and the ceremonies ended, Laura said, “It’s too early to go home. Let’s go to the Club. I just renewed my membership in it. Do you drink?”
We went to the country club by the lake and sat at a corner table. Laura ordered a glass of chardonnay for herself and a beer for me. We talked a short time about my family; we agreed that my mom was adjusting well to single life. Later, she left to freshen up.
When she returned, she looked radiant as she smiled at me and said, “So you like my undies. Don’t worry; I’m not mad at you.”
Blushing, I asked, “How did you find out?”
“You left them neatly folded on top of the pile of soiled clothes.”
I said, “I think you’re beautiful and sexy.”
“I know; you seem to have a hard on whenever you are near me. I’m glad you are fond of me. Have you made love to your girlfriend?”
“Lot of petting, which I like. But not the real thing. She would not let me touch her below her waist. I never saw her private parts.”
“You mean her pussy?”
“Yes. I hope I see one and lick it before I die.”
“I’m sure you will. What time you need to be home?”
“I guess before day break. My mom is out on a date with Will, her boyfriend. You know she’s very fond of him.”
“How do you feel about her new situation?”
“Well, I’m seeing mom as a woman who enjoys sex and not at all inhibited in her relationship with Will. It seems that Will has brought out her suppressed sexual desires. I am trying not to go in to details.”
Laura said, “Jim, I’m your friend and of your mom. I do love to hear such details.”
“Mom looks great in a new hairdo and revealing clothing she bought since meeting Will, as is to be expected. I did not know that she could do the things I saw her doing with Will.”
“The other evening, mom told me Will was coming to take her to a picnic; she showed me her new white tank top and a red skirt. I told her she looked great. Actually, she looked hot. Later, I was in the kitchen fixing myself a sandwich when I heard Will come in the front door. After mom hugged him and French kissed him, he said something to her, and lowered his shorts. Mom slid to the floor and began to fondle his cock and fellate him.”
Laura said, “You mean she began to suck his cock? What did Will do?”
“After a few minutes, he lifted her up to stand, slid to his knees, and stuck his head underneath her skirt in to her crotch.”
“He must have been licking her pussy. Did your mom try to take Will to her bedroom?”
“I am not sure. After Will removed her panties, she turned away from him and bent down as if to pick them off the floor and wiggled her ass. He saw her juicy pussy, stepped behind her, and quickly snaked his stiff cock in to it. He unfastened her bra and grasped her large hanging boobs; I was surprised how big and saggy they were. My mom squealed with pleasure as Will thrust his big cock in and out of her in powerful strokes and mauled her swinging boobs.”
“What did you do?”
“I stood in one place and watched them perform their love act; I think my mom could not see me and I don’t think Will cared if I watched them. Actually, I was taken by the scene of my mom, a beautiful mature woman, being serviced by a handsome young man.”
“Well, Will kept pistoning his cock in and out of my mom. Later, he lifted her rear end up, her feet off the floor, and shoved his cock deep in her and groaned for several minutes. When Will pulled his cock out, my mom kissed his perspiration covered face, and led him upstairs.”
“Well, your mom has gone through menopause; you don’t have to worry about her getting pregnant. I assume you were thinking of me as your mature lover when you were sniffing my panties.”
I mumbled, “Yes, I was thinking of your lovely face and body when I was sniffing your panties.”
“What exactly were you thinking of? You can tell me. I will not get mad.”
“Well, I thought of squeezing your boobs, licking your pussy, and making love to you.”
“You mean fuck me.”
Blushing, I mumbled, “Yes.”
Laura smiled, drained the glass of wine, got up, and said, “It’s a beautiful moon-lit night. Let’s walk along the lake.”
We started walking hand-in-hand. When we came to a tree, she nudged me to stand against the trunk, and French kissed me passionately. When she stopped kissing me, I held her face in my hands, and initiated another long kiss. As we kissed, she grasped my hands and placed them on her covered boobs, and she moaned softly when I squeezed them. I hugged her tightly and she pushed her crotch in to my cock lump.
We resumed walking when we heard another couple coming towards us. When we came to a bench, I sat on it and pulled Laura to sit in my lap. It felt good to hold my new, mature, lover, as my stiff cock poked in to her buttocks.
Laura looked in to my eyes and said, “It’s been a long time since I felt a stiff cock poking me,” and giggled as I kissed her long neck and upper arms.
I removed her sweater and whispered, “I love your long arms; they are perfect for a tennis player.”
After we French kissed again, she said, “It’s getting cool. Let’s go home. By the way, no one complimented me about my long arms.”
At her home, after Laura started up a coffee-maker, I followed her and kissed her neck and long, bare, arms.
Gently, she said, “I don’t want to ruin my dress. Let me change in to another outfit. Wait in the living room.”
A short time later, I saw Laura walking towards me in a skimpy white tank top and a short skirt, “This is an old tennis skirt; I hope you like me in it. I still have my lacy, black, panties.”
I saw her long sexy arms and legs; I realized she had no bra underneath the tank top and mumbled, “You’re sexy. Can I take a few photos?”
“Yes, just for us.”
With the bottoms of her boobs, upper arms, and arm pits showing, Laura looked very sexy I was close to blowing a load.
Laura seemed to sense that I was too excited and said, “You will be more comfortable in just an old pair of shorts,” and brought a pair of Ray’s shorts from a closet.
After I changed in to shorts, standing behind Laura, I hugged her, and grasped her covered boobs. When she moaned softly and lifted her arms to encircle my neck, I pushed my hands underneath her tank top, grasped her firm boobs, and fondled them for a while. Laura gently nudged my right hand to her belly and I slowly pushed my right hand to her panties-covered, wet, crotch.
I whispered, “I want to smell your panties.”
Blushing, she said, “I got a better idea; lie on your back.”
Laura removed her skirt and stood above me so that I could see her smooth, muscular legs and thighs, and black panties-covered crotch. Quickly, I took several photos of her sexy crotch and skimpy top, and put the camera aside. I wanted to sit up and kiss her crotch, but she held me down with her bare foot. She quickly squatted to bring her crotch to near my face. As Laura watched intently, I raised my head and pushed my mouth and nose in to her panties-covered pussy; I smelled the intoxicating mixture of her love nectar and a trace of floral perfume. She pushed her covered pussy against my mouth and moved it back and forth. Then she pushed aside the panties and resumed rubbing her juicy pussy slowly on my mouth.
She whimpered, “Lick the protrusion at the top. It’s my clit, my pleasure button,” as she rubbed her crotch on my mouth with urgency.
Soon, she started panting and breathing hard, and moaning loudly, “Cumming. Cumming. Ohhhh. Ahhhh.”
Realizing she was having an orgasm pushed my excitement over the limit of my resolve to hold back my climax, and multiple jets of jism spurted out from my cock.
Laura regained her composure, stood up, and said, “Thank you for a great orgasm,” and after she picked up the smell of my jism, looked at me, and said, “Poor baby, looks like you could not hold back. That’s ok.”
I got up and went to clean up. Laura went to her bathroom. She returned wearing a red, silk, robe.
After I returned, she said, “Have a cookie and some milk. I bought them at the supermarket. I would like to see the photos you took of me.”
“Whenever you want. I will load them on my computer; better to view them on a computer screen than on the small screen of a camera.”
As I munched on a cookie, she said “Next week, I am playing in an amateur tournament for three days at the State University. Would you practice with me?”
“I’ll practice with you, but I’m sure you will whip my ass. Can I come with you or join you at the tournament?”
Laura said, “I’ll be either playing or working as an official. We may not have much privacy.”
“It would be great to see you.”
“Ok. I’ll call you,” and she was touched by Jim’s willingness to be with her knowing that they may not be intimate.
I said, “You look great in the red robe. Before I go, can I have a look and a taste?”
Blushing and smiling, she said, “Of course, you can have a taste. But, it’s too dark to see. May be another time,” and stood near the large sofa.
When I slid to my knees on the carpeted floor in front of her, she asked, “Right here?”
I just smiled and, as she leaned against the side of the sofa, I pushed my head underneath her robe; willingly, to help me, she lifted up the robe and held it around her waist. I found her naked pussy with my mouth and began to lick it. When I started to suck on her clit, she began to moan. I continued to suck on her engorged, slick, clit, as she grasped my head, and continued to moan. Soon, Laura had a second intense orgasm.
Appreciatively, she whispered, “Two orgasms in one evening. You’re a talented pussy eater.”
“I enjoyed doing it.”
She said, “I’m sorry to send you away. I promise to make it up to you after I know you are clean; get a blood test. Here is a present for you,” and, as she kissed me on my lips, handed me a gift bag with the pair of black panties she wore that evening.
In my bed, I sniffed Laura’s panties, jerked off using them, and later slept with them wrapped around my cock.
I went for my blood test and it came out good; eagerly, I sent a text message of my good news to Laura.
I helped Laura practice on Tuesday. I had the power, but Laura was better than me in all other aspects of the game. I loved watching her play in a sleeve-less, short, dress. I also managed to take several photos of her. She packed a bag and left that night with a woman coworker.
She called me on Thursday evening, “I won the first two matches, but lost the third. I’m refereeing a match tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be free by about four. A friend and her boyfriend will have dinner with us.”
“I’ll take you out to dinner; see you in the lobby of the dorm at four.”
I saw Laura in a low-neck, sleeve-less, sun dress, sandals, and costume jewelry. Her arms, legs, and face were tanned from playing tennis outdoors. After I hugged and kissed her cheek, she introduced me to her friend Lynne and her boyfriend Ed.
Lynne said, “We met before; you moved library books.”
Lynne drove earlier to meet Ed who played in the tournament. Ed must have missed Lynne because as she drove to the restaurant, he kept kissing Lynne on her neck and copping feels of her large boobs. Laura got turned on watching Lynne and Ed making out, and she started hugging and kissing me.
After dinner, Lynne and Ed left, but Laura and I lingered at our table, and I said, “You seem to know Lynne and Ed well.”
LYNNE – ED
“Lynne told me about how Ed came in to her life. Lynne’s husband, Virgil, was a control freak and insisted that she dress to look dowdy. Because she swims at the college’s pool, I know she has a sexy figure.”
“Was her husband jealous of her?”
“Perhaps. She was his second wife and about 18 years younger than him. Lynne told me that he has Alzheimer’s: sometimes gets agitated for no apparent reason. She emphasized that fortunately he was a docile patient and, for the most part, stays in his room on the first floor. Her counselor recommended that she move him to a nursing home, when he could not recognize her.”
“Lynne seems to be a nice person and too young to waste her life away.”
“I told her the same. Let’s get a beer or a drink. I’ll tell you a bit more of what Lynne told me about her life over a period of about a year,” and we took a cab to a high-end bar near the university that also had music by a small band.
While sipping wine, Laura said, “Ed is a 35 year-old assistant men’s tennis coach at the college. He’s about 5-ft, 11-in tall, weighs about 170 lb, brown hair, and light blue eyes. I guess he noticed Lynne’s voluptuous figure while they happened to be swimming at the same time in the college’s pool. She thinks Ed was attracted to her large, 36DD, boobs. He used his friendly personality to approach her and listen to her at the swimming pool. When Ed convinced her that it was ok among friends to talk about personal matters, she ended up telling him about Virgil’s illness. When he was not traveling with the tennis team, Ed began to help Lynne take care of Virgil; initially, she was skeptical until he started giving him sponge baths and carrying him when necessary.”
“Lynne told me that Ed was divorced and has a four year-old daughter who lives with her mother in North Carolina. About a month after Ed began to help her, she found out that he ate breakfast and lunch at the college cafeteria, and dinner at home; the latter consisted of frozen dinners heated in a microwave oven. Lynne invited him to have Sunday afternoon dinner at her home. At first, he refused, but eventually he accepted on the condition that he would contribute dessert and wine. Lynne was very impressed when Ed helped her clear the table and load the dishwasher with soiled dishes.”
I asked Laura, “Are Ed and Lynne involved romantically?”
“Lynne said it took a long time for romantic involvement. In fact, Lynne wondered if Ed would be interested in her as long as she dressed conservatively, and if he was turned on by her saggy boobs and old pussy.”
I asked Laura, “What did she do?”
Lynne told me, “One Sunday, while loading the dishwasher, I told Ed that Virgil and I have not been intimate for about two years, but what I missed most was being held in his arms. Soon afterwards, Ed led me to the lanai and hugged me in his strong arms for several minutes. Then, while French kissing me passionately, he fondled my large covered boobs and pressed his hard cock in to my lower tummy. When he tried to remove my dress, I slid out of his embrace and went to check on Virgil; he was still watching the TV screen. After I told Ed that we could make out for a while, happily, he led me to my bedroom on the second floor. In front of my dresser mirror, he stood behind me, undid the knot in my hair, brushed my hair, and arranged it around the sides of my face and upper back. He told me I had beautiful hair and kissed my neck. Then, he undid the buttons of my dress, slowly bared my shoulders, and planted multiple kisses on the bare, smooth, exposed skin. After he lowered my dress to my waist, he fondled my silk bra-encased boobs, while kissing my neck and pressing his stiff cock in to my buttocks.”
Laura said, “I told Lynne that Ed must have gotten aroused and also aroused her.”
“I’m sure, being a horny young man, Ed would have liked to remove all my clothes and fuck me in front of the mirror. I told Ed that being a married woman I felt guilty and slid out of his arms. Ed replied that he understood how I felt, but pointed out that Virgil is not the man I married; also, that if a man and a woman who care for each other make out, there is nothing wrong with it. I told Ed that with Virgil being at home, we should refrain from making out when he was awake.”
Laura said, “Lynne, you must have struggled between guilty feelings of a married woman and her horny feelings of a woman with strong sexual desires,” and asked, “How did Ed react?”
“Ed said, he would try to refrain, but that he really wanted me and pointed out he had a perpetual hard on when he was near me. I arranged for health aides to take care of Virgil during week days when I had to work and Ed continued to help me take care of him over the weekends. He always called before coming over. It seemed like Virgil liked Ed. I learned from Ed and the health aides that Virgil took a long nap in the afternoon. While Virgil napped, Ed would massage my back and legs, and fondle my boobs after lowering my dress to my waist; after a while, he began to suckle my boobs. One day, he began to rub my panties-covered crotch. When I did not object, he inserted two fingers in to my pussy and then squeezed my clit until I had an intense orgasm; my first one in a long time. After making sure that Virgil was still sleeping, I lowered Ed’s pants and underwear, and massaged his stiff cock to an intense climax; I was surprised how big his cock was in relation to my hand and that it spewed out powerful jets of cum. During the following Saturday, as I was fixing a salad, Ed stuck his head underneath my dress, lowered my panties, and licked my pussy and clit until I reached an orgasm, something my husband never tried to do. That day, I decided not to let Ed get away. Ed likes to lick my pussy so much that all I have to do is lift my dress and show him my hairy pussy, and he comes crawling to it; he calls it his favorite fur burger. Ed also taught me to suck his cock and jerk it.
“After Virgil was moved to a nursing home on a Friday, I was distraught the following weekend. Ed stayed with me, listened to me talk about how good Virgil was to me and my daughter, and wiped my tears. Ed wanted to know about my daughter; I told him that I got pregnant when I was 18 years old and the guy I was dating never knew I became pregnant, and that my daughter is working for the State Department and was stationed at a consulate in Asia.
“Ed agreed with me that I should continue to dress conservatively, and wear my granny glasses and hair in a bun to not arouse suspicions of people at the college. He told me that I look beautiful with my glasses on. The following Saturday, after helping me do laundry, he untied the knot holding my hair together, his way of letting me know that he wanted to love me. He grasped me by the waist, French kissed me passionately, and, after exposing my large boobs, suckled them for a long time. He then bent me over the washer, lifted my dress, kissed my meaty buttocks, and licked my aroused pussy until I had an intense orgasm. Later, as I was contemplating sucking his stiff cock, he led me to the bed room and handed me a gift bag; it had black lingerie.
“He removed his clothes as I put on a silk, open-cup bustier, and matching crotch-less panties in front of the dresser mirror. I blushed when I saw my spilled-over big boobs. I blushed some more when I saw Ed slowly stroking his raging hard on and realized that he wanted to fuck me. Ed agreed to be gentle with me and suggested I sit in his lap and sat in a chair without arm rests in front of my dresser. He started by French kissing me lovingly and kissing my neck, and then began to suckle my sensitive nipples and fondle my boobs. He must have suckled my nipples for over ten minutes when I felt his slick cock head slip half way inside my pussy, which was full of slick love juice. Ed continued suckling my nipples and was satisfied with his cock only part way in my pussy. I wanted more of it inside me; I pushed my crotch against his and his cock filled up my entire love channel. Ed’s stiff cock deep in my pussy and his continuous suckling of my nipples triggered an intense orgasm during. Sensing the end of my orgasm, Ed stopped suckling my nipples and I hugged him passionately. I saw his face was strained and, as he moaned with pleasure, I felt jets of cum spew out of his cock deep in my pussy.
“Ed’s cock softened a bit, but was still in an engorged state. I felt his cum flow out of my plugged pussy and I got off his lap. He followed me to the bathroom and hugged me passionately. When I felt his stiff cock, I was thrilled that my young lover wanted to fuck me again. After we freshened up, he led me to the bed in the guest room, laid on his back, and gently pulled me on top of him. After grasping his stiff cock in my small left hand, as I looked in to his face, he whispered, “Fuck me, love,” and helped me straddle his waist, and very slowly snake his cock in to my love channel. I felt my stuffed pussy getting wetter as my vaginal walls adjusted to Ed’s big cock. I was also aware of Ed gently fondling my spilled over boobs. After a short time, I saw Ed’s face was strained as he tried to delay his climax, but soon he started mumbling incoherently as his cock deposited several jets of cum deep in my pussy.
“When Ed worried about me getting pregnant, I told him not to worry as I had my tubes tied after a difficult delivery of my daughter. This bit of news seemed to have aroused Ed some more, but I had to interrupt his desire by carefully uncoupling and wiping our love fluids with tissues. Soon after I spread a large towel on the bed and laid on my back on it, Ed was over me on his elbows and knees, and kissed my mouth, nose, neck, and boobs. Suddenly, I became aware of his still very stiff cock slowly entering my jism-coated pussy and soon was deep in it; the pleasure it induced in my pussy brought me another orgasm. As Ed kept plowing my well-lubricated love channel, he kept telling me how gorgeous and sexy I was. Later, as his cock let loose another batch of jism, he actually whispered that he loved me.
“When I saw Ed was taking a nap, I got up, and got a drink of water. As I was freshening up in the bathroom, I saw Ed standing behind me, planting small kisses on my neck, and humping my buttocks. After he bent me over the vanity, I felt Ed’s cock in my pussy. As he slowly fucked me, he grasped my hanging boobs, and mumbled that I had sexy, meaty, buttocks. I told him that was the first time any one took me from behind. He mumbled that there are other exciting positions and slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy. After Ed sat in a chair without arm rests in front of the closet mirror, he nudged me to straddle his waist facing away from him, snaked his cock in to my love channel, and fondled my large boobs. Later, I blushed seeing myself fucking Ed as my big boobs bounced up and down. When I got tired, Ed made me lie across the bed and fucked me while he was standing and fondling my boobs; again, I blushed when I realized he was also getting stimulated looking at my sexy boobs and his cock embedded inside my hairy pussy. I told him to save his jism for later and that we have to visit Virgil at the nursing home.
“At the nursing home, Ed was very good to Virgil; however, Virgil did not recognize either him or me. That night, Ed held me in his arms as I cried for my husband.
“I decided that I would not visit Virgil the next day. Instead, we planted a silver maple tree in his honor in the backyard. After Ed cleaned the shallow swimming pool, he gave me a flimsy bikini to wear and, as I laid on a towel with my legs in the water, Ed rubbed my smooth legs and thighs. We went in to the kitchen as it was hot. After I sat in a chair, Ed moved close to me, and wrapped my large boobs around his stiffening cock. Afterwards, as I made chicken salad, he kept grasping my large boobs and pushing his cock in to my buttocks. We were hungry and ate our salads quickly.
“After clearing the dishes, wanting my pussy eaten, I went to my bedroom, sat in a chair, hooked my thighs over the arm rests, and exposed my wide-open pussy. Soon after I called Ed, he got on his knees, gently kissed my meaty thighs and brown-haired crotch, and I watched his mouth move up and down as he licked my pussy. After a while, he focused on licking my engorged, slick, clit, and, as I moaned loudly, led me to another intense orgasm after which I felt satiated.
“After Ed stood up, I urged him to fuck me; I realized he saw that my thighs were wide open and my pussy was fully exposed. I learned to tighten my pussy wall around Ed’s cock, making him moan with pleasure. Ed’s face and chest were covered with sheen of perspiration. He mumbled about doing it on the bed and, while still coupled, easily picked me up, scooted the short distance to the bed, and deposited me on it. Maintaining our coupling, we rolled over, so that I was on top of him. At Ed’s urging, as he grasped my big boobs, I fucked him a long time until he had a climax.
“I was freshening up when I heard the phone ring and Ed answering it. It was the hospital calling to inform that Virgil passed away during his nap. Ed helped me make arrangements for calling hours and a memorial service. I wore a conservative black dress, black gloves, and a black veil; I tied my hair in a knot as Virgil liked. My daughter was able to come in time for the memorial service together with her boyfriend and, after a few days, left to meet his family. Somehow, Ed met all his obligations as a tennis coach and also took care of me while I mourned for Virgil. I was too grief stricken to think of making love to Ed.
“After mourning for four months, I was looking through the mail in the living room when I saw an envelope; it contained a card from Ed expressing his condolences for losing my husband and expressing his love for me. I called Ed to thank him for the card and made a date for going out to dinner. After having a romantic dinner, when we returned home, Ed handed me a gift bag from Victoria Secret. Inside it was an open-cup red bustier with the note from Ed, “I Love you.” As I put on the bustier, Ed brushed my long hair. Later he removed his pants and underwear to reveal his raging hard on. After abstaining from sex for four months, we fucked all night. Next morning, after Ed went to work, I went to the bathroom and giggled when I saw my swollen pussy lips and bruises on my thighs.
“After two years, Ed and I are still very much in love. With his guidance, I bought dresses that show off my cleavage, and my large boobs. I also began to have my hair colored light brown.”
When Laura stopped telling the story of Lynne and Ed, I grasped her hands, and said, “I know you helped Lynne love Ed. You are a special lady.”
As the band was playing slow, dance, music, Laura said, “Let’s dance.”
As we began to dance, Laura threw her arms around my neck, plastered herself to me, and whispered, “I missed you. I’m glad you are with me.”
On the dimly-lit dance floor, Laura cupped my stiff cock, and, when I tried to push her hand away, she said, “No one can see us. Besides, you’re so handsome. I’m very horny. Let’s get out of here.”
Laura’s suite was on the 15th floor, the floor with only guest suites, with a great view. As I was admiring the city lights from the balcony, Laura called me to come to bed. I saw that she was wearing an open-cup red bustier, a present from Lynne for being supportive. Quickly, I removed my shorts and underwear; I moved behind her, grasped her large boobs, pushed my cock in to her buttocks, and kissed the sides of her neck, cheeks, and mouth for a long time.
Laura reached between her thighs, undid the bustier snap at her crotch, and whispered, “I’ve been oozing ever since I first saw you this evening. My pussy is wet and slick. Push your cock in to complete our making out,” and I did just that.
It felt wonderful to have my cock in Laura’s pussy for the first time, especially in the pussy of my favorite woman, Laura. Unfortunately, Laura’s phone rang. Instinctively, she moved to the table where her phone was and dislodged my cock from her juicy pussy.
After speaking quietly for a few minutes, I heard Laura say angrily, “You’re drunk. Remember, you and I are separated. I can date any one I like. For your information, that boy I am dating is an adult and is more mature than you.”
After hanging up the phone, Laura explained, “Apparently, Ray was at the same bar we went to and saw us. His floozy girlfriend was not with him. So that ass hole called me to ruin my night,” and she cried until she fell asleep.
On the drive home, Laura said, “I need another favor: drive me to the beach this weekend; I co-own a cottage with Tom, my kid brother. Tom will be staying at another cottage nearby. Ray said he would join me later; he plans to fly with a booster in a private plane. Bring your beach ware; I’m sure you will have a good time for a whole week. I had a great time last night, Jim.”
“Why does Ray want to see you? I thought you guys have separated.”
“He said he wants to talk to me.”
I realized I had no business questioning Laura about Ray, and said, “I would love to go to the beach. Actually, I need to get away,” after a pause, blushing,
Laura and I drove about seven hours to her cottage in her Cadillac; we got there late afternoon. The one-bedroom cottage was clean and airy. On the 1st floor, it had a powder room, a kitchenette, and a large sofa in the living area. The bedroom and a bathroom were on the second floor. I carried our bags up the stairs.
Laura said, “Tom must have bought the few necessary groceries I see in the refrigerator. His note here says to meet at Rita’s cottage for drinks and dinner. Tom is a widower; his wife died of cancer. After she died, Tom immersed himself in his work as a teacher and did not socialize much. I’m glad Rita is looking after him. After I shower, we will go to Tom and Rita in about 30 min.”
I said, “I will go for a short walk on the beach.”
She put on a light yellow blouse and green shorts, and floral perfume; I dressed in shorts and a tee shirt.
On the way to Rita’s cottage, Laura said, “Ray called to say he will meet us at Rita’s place.”
Tom looked fit, well-tanned, with sun-bleached hair. Rita had a good figure and shoulder-length light brown hair; she wore an open thin robe that showed her bikini-covered, large, sagging, boobs. She was almost as tall as Laura with narrow hips, and long arms and legs; I guessed that she was about 45 years old. After they both welcomed me, Tom handed me a bottle of beer. Ray drove to Rita’s in a rented car. He did not eat, but had a martini; later in the evening, he and Laura left, presumably to talk.
I stayed for a while talking with Tom and Rita. It turned out that Rita was a cousin of Tom’s mother-in-law who passed away several years ago; she was widowed about the same time as Tom. After her husband, Harry, passed away, she decided to retire from her job at a school and take some time off. As I sipped my beer and listened to the conversation, I wondered if Tom and Rita were lovers. After all, they were a good looking couple and shared a small cottage. I found the answer, for sure, next day.
I was tired and slept on the large couch downstairs. I woke up when Laura walked in to the cottage. I sat up and she sat next to me on the couch.
“My marriage ended, for sure. I’m relieved.”
I said, “I’m sorry,” and when I put my arms around her, she snuggled up to me and sobbed, and slowly slid to rest her head in my lap and fell asleep.
When I woke up, Laura was not on the couch. After I fixed myself a cup of coffee, I walked on the beach towards Rita’s cottage and decided to take the narrow path next to it. Behind the cottage, I saw a hedge fence and, a few feet beyond it, a lanai. Through an opening in the fence, I first saw Rita’s un-tanned, large boobs; then, I saw she was totally nude and sucking Tom’s large, hard, cock, as he reclined in a sex swing. Tom leaned forward, fondled Rita’s boobs, and pulled her up. Expertly, she straddled his waist and slowly snaked his stiff cock in to her love channel. Passionately, Tom fondled her large boobs, as Rita fucked him. I barely heard a phone ring, and saw Rita quickly kiss Tom on his lips, get off of his crotch, and pick up a phone on a nearby table. Tom got off the sex swing and, with his stiff cock protruding from his crotch, he stood behind her. As she talked on the phone, she leaned over the back of a sofa. I saw Tom was ready to snake his erect cock in to Rita’s pussy, but she handed the phone to him. After talking for a short time, he put the phone down, and he and Rita got dressed. A short time later, I saw Laura walking in to the cottage.
I walked briskly to a florist, bought a large flower bouquet and a sympathy card, and went back to Laura’s cottage; I saw a note from her, “Going to Rita’s. See you there.”
At Rita’s, Tom said, “It’s about lunch time. Let’s go to Smitty’s. Jim, it’s a popular, informal, place, not too far from here. It’s my treat.”
At Smitty’s, Laura sat next to me and started drinking draft beer. After the first beer, she put her hand on my thigh.
After another beer, she said, “Ray told me his girl friend is pregnant and he wanted to divorce me ASAP. I got upset and slapped him. I’ll be a divorcee, a free woman,” and turned towards me and kissed me on my mouth.
As Tom and Rita just smiled, she kissed me again, and said, “You’re a handsome guy.”
After Tom dropped us off, Laura saw the flower bouquet, read the note I wrote on the sympathy card, hugged me, and said, “Thank you, Jim.”
Laura looked tired and slept on the couch. After covering her with a light blanket, I sat in a cushioned chair and rested. After couple of hours, she woke up and went upstairs to take a shower. She returned wearing a white-with-flowers, skimpy bikini, red lipstick, and white sandals; the bikini top barely covered her nipples. She also wore the pearl jewelry she wore to the recognition dinner. I noticed she was not wearing her engagement diamond and wedding ring.
She fixed two glasses of water and said, “I want to get some sun on the porch upstairs. After you shower, join me upstairs; the ocean is choppy today, but looks beautiful. Here, smell this,” and, at the top of the stairs, she removed her bikini top, and threw it to me. Just holding her bikini top gave me a hard on.
After I showered, I put on shorts and was in Laura’s bedroom on my way to the porch. I noted that the bed was close to a wall with a large mirror; there was another mirror on the ceiling. I found Laura top-less in a beach chair. Her unconstrained boobs sagged only slightly. For privacy from walkers on the beach, she hung a bed sheet on the railing.
She smiled at me and said, “Put on sunscreen on me, starting with my chest. You may also look at my pussy and what ever you fancy,” and slowly wiggled the bikini bottom off of her body.
Gently, I rubbed sunscreen on her lovely neck, boobs, slender arms, long legs, and tapered thighs. Of course, I made sure her meaty boobs were well-covered. She moaned softly as I rubbed her inner thighs and opened her thighs; I saw her clit was engorged and her pussy was glistening amidst a forest of dense, blonde, straight, pubes. I splayed apart her pussy labia with my fingers and when I withdrew my fingers, the labia closed.
She said, huskily, “Lick it, baby. It’s juicy just for you,” and slid to sit at the edge of her chair.
In an instant, I was on my knees between her legs. She lifted her legs, encircled my neck with them, and pulled my face towards her crotch. To avoid getting sun burn, she covered my head and her crotch with a beach towel. Gently, I separated her pubic hair, exposed her love channel, and started licking it. She pushed on the back of my head with her feet resulting in my face being pushed in to her crotch; I began to lick her clit like an ice cream cone. Laura, who moaned continuously for a while, had a very long orgasm while her pussy pulsed against my mouth and coated it with her love nectar.
With my head still buried in her crotch, Laura ran her fingers through my hair, and said, “You are a natural for eating pussy, baby. I won’t let you go, ever. After we go inside, take your shorts off,” and led me in to her bedroom.
My nostrils picked up the scent of floral perfume in her bedroom After I removed my shorts, she nudged me to lie on the bed. In the mirrors on the side wall and the ceiling, I saw my stiff cock swaying. I watched Laura straddle my waist and snake my lubricated cock head in to her snug, juicy, pussy. Smiling, she pressed her crotch downwards to make my cock disappear in to her love channel. There was not much room between where her straight, blonde, pubic hair, met my brown curls.
She said, “Technically, you’re still a virgin. Be patient and savor the sensations. You can cum inside me. Ray could not make me pregnant for about ten years. He reminded me constantly that I’m a sterile woman.”
I grasped her pendulous boobs and gently pinched her stiffened nipples, and said, “Why was he so sure?”
“I don’t know.”
I was very excited just looking at Laura’s beautiful face and boobs, as well as with my cock in the grip of her pussy, and mumbled, “I’m close.”
Watching my face, Laura switched to a squatting position, and whispered, “Baby, cum deep inside me.”
As I watched my cock go further in to Laura’s wide-open, juicy, pussy, I had my climax deep inside her, and, when my cock did not soften, she giggled and said, “I’m glad it is still big and stiff.”
I said, “I can do it a few more times.”
“Lucky me. It will be my pleasure to be loved by you, but after you clean me up and have a snack,” and handed me a wad of tissues.
Gently, I cleaned Laura’s matted pubic hair and our seeped out love juices. She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I followed her. She giggled as I watched her pee. Later, after she used a warm wash cloth to clean my cock, she started to walk downstairs; again, I followed her, watching her bare backside as she walked down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, she looked over her left shoulder and smiled when she saw my stiff cock protruding out from my crotch.
Looking in the refrigerator, Laura said, “I have cheese and crackers. I also have chocolate cake.”
As Laura sliced the cake standing at the kitchen counter, I hugged her from behind, kissed her long neck, massaged her boobs, and pushed my stiff cock in to her buttocks. As I began to hump her buttocks slowly, she giggled and pushed them back in to me, and my slick cock head slipped in to her juicy pussy.
She said softly, “Baby, I need to fix coffee for us,” and my cock slipped out from her snug pussy when she pulled away from my grasp.
After we finished our break, Laura was rinsing the dishes, and again she let me snake my cock in to her pussy. As she led me to her bedroom upstairs, I fondled her meaty buttocks and I stopped her on the stairs to lick her pussy.
She opened the curtain on the window at the head of the bed, and said, “Now, we have plenty of light and also can see the ocean. Lie down, baby, mama wants to ride you. I’m totally nude and you can see all I got.”
I saw a lovely, passionate, Laura, totally nude, ride my cock a long time, and, after another orgasm, rest her chest on top of mine. After a few moments, I nudged her to lie on her back, and, while grasping her large boobs, I made passionate love to her. She hugged me lovingly, as my cock released several jets of cum inside her.
Later, as she freshened up, she said, “Baby, you sure dumped another big load inside me.”
“I had two very satisfying climaxes.”
After showering, we got dressed and went out to dinner with Tom and Rita. Because Rita was tired, she and Tom returned to their cottage. It was a beautiful moon-lit night, and Laura and I walked on the beach. We stopped several times and French kissed.
When Laura felt my stiff cock, she said, “You ready so soon?”
“I can’t help it. You turn me on. I want to lick you.”
“Ok,” and, after sliding to my knees, I licked her pussy until we heard another couple walking towards us.
After she freshened up, as she sat in a beach chair under the moon-lit sky, I licked her pussy until it became juicy. I sat in the chair and helped Laura impale herself on my raging hard on, facing me; we just sat coupled for a long time as I fondled her large boobs, and kissed her long neck, upper arms, and cleavage. Later, I carried her to her bedroom and fucked her on her bed until I had another satisfying climax deep inside her. After sleeping late, I woke up to the smell of coffee. After I cleaned up, I went downstairs, fixed myself a cup of coffee, and saw that Laura was on the phone. She had on a thin white robe that was tied at the waist with a cloth belt; the robe followed her voluptuous curves and made her look vulnerable.
After I kissed her, she whispered, “I’m talking to my lawyer about divorcing Ray. She wants to know about all the assets Ray and I have accumulated during our marriage.”
After she hung up the phone, she saw me staring at her sexy body and my semi rigid cock. Smiling, she undid the belt, and opened her robe. I could see both of her boobs and her hairy pussy. Still looking at me, she let the robe drop to the floor, leaned against the couch, spread her long legs, and began to rub her boobs with the left hand and her pussy with the right hand.
After beckoning me to her, she grasped my cock, kissed me passionately, and whispered, “Lick it, lover.”
After kneeling in front of her, I flipped her clit up with my finger, and licked it; later, I also licked her mature labia. I just loved Laura’s pussy and to eat it, and make it generate sticky, tasty, aromatic, juice. As an orgasm began to wash over her, gently, I inserted my middle finger deep in to her pussy and rotated it.
Laura savored her orgasm a long time. After which, she pulled me up and kissed my pussy juice-smeared lips. She then laid a beach towel on the couch and then stretched out on it, and hooked her left leg on the back. I knelt between her legs and slowly snaked my raging hard cock deep in to her pussy. As we fucked, we were in sync thrust-for-thrust; I kissed her mouth and neck whenever I paused. As her love juices welled up, my thrusts generated squishing sounds. I was also sweating profusely. After my climax, I got off of Laura, and saw her pussy lips were open and they were red from my pounding.
Laura said, “Thank you, stud. I will lie here a few minutes. Just cover me up with my robe.”
During the rest of the week, Laura and I had a great time at the beach and the beach-side cottage.
On the last day, as we were making love, I confessed, “I have grown fond of you.”
She smiled for a minute, tightened her pussy wall around my cock, and said, “I’m fond of you too. You got a nice cock.”
At the end of the summer, I graduated with a degree in business and marketing, and accepted a job with the university’s development division; I also planned to go to graduate school at the university part time. I continued to see Laura during the weekends; either she came to my apartment or I went to her home.
The following spring, one Sunday night at Laura’s home, I heard her throw up in the bathroom. Concerned, I told her to see her doctor, but she thought it was the salad she ate.
Two weeks later, I was at work at the university, when Laura called to say, “Let’s go out to dinner this weekend.”
At the restaurant, Laura looked radiant in a short, sleeve-less, black dress, black stockings, and pearl jewelry, but a bit tired. I ordered a bottle of Chardonnay, Laura’s favorite wine along with our dinners.
“My lawyer informed me that my divorce petition was granted. I’m a completely free woman.”
When she used her glass of water to click my glass of Chardonnay, I asked, “Are you ok?”
Softly she said, “I’m fine, just pregnant.”
“Wow! That’s awesome. When is the baby due?”
“Your daughter is due in about six months. Are you glad?”
“I’m ecstatic. Are you?”
“I’m delighted I can be a mother. I thought I was sterile, but you knocked me up, lover boy.”
Smiling, I said, “I just made love to a gorgeous woman.”
“You will have more chances, as I am feeling horny.”
Once we were in her bedroom, Laura sat on a couch still in her black dress and black stockings. While looking at me with a slight smile on her face, she spread her thighs wide; I slid to my knees on the carpeted floor and, after kissing her stockings-clad thighs, licked her juicy pussy. Later, when she sat on my crotch, I noticed that her face had a glow and her boobs more succulent.
My mom was delighted that she would have a grand daughter. She and Laura exchanged numerous messages and phone calls.
Mom called and said, “Next month, I’m going to have a big party to celebrate Laura’s pregnancy. I think you two should get married before the baby is born.”
“I have to ask Laura.”
Laura said, “I’m willing.”
“Can we have a civil ceremony, mom?”
The wedding was at the college chapel. I wore a tuxedo. Laura wore a long, white, sleeve-less, dress with a plunging v-neck that accentuated her lovely cleavage. My cock stiffened as I looked at her succulent boobs.
When she stood next to me waiting for the judge to marry us, I whispered, “You look gorgeous in white.”
While seemingly adjusting her dress, she brushed her hand against my crotch, felt my stiff cock, giggled, and said, “I think we will have a great time together.”
Among the two dozen guests were Tom Davis, Laura’s younger brother, and his beautiful girlfriend, Rita, and his young son, Tim.