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Gloria

By: Sirdar



All rights reserved. 2002

In Diana’s Double Bluff I explained the situation I found myself in at my Godfathers home. This is a continuation of sorts and explains my last comment in the story.

The party had been so boring, and not knowing any of the females present and also feeling a little out of sorts I had departed dispiritedly and discreetly upstairs to my bedroom. Relations between me and my guardians eldest daughter Rita, were distinctly icy. She was a pretty blonde, a real mantrap who thought that she was the most desirable female alive and that any man should be instantly captivated by her. But so far I had resisted all the temptation she had put my way.

Her actions, and dress sense, frequently in my opinion, bordered close to the ridiculous and I had unfortunately embarrassed her, by laughing out loud at the mishap that had occurred at her morning parade that morning. She had in her fury at the time, promised revenge on me, but in the meantime, her actions had shown that I was definitely in the "dog house" until my sins had been paid for. 

Despite her sometimes outrageous behaviour, I really liked Rita; she was basically a nice girl, and I would not have done anything deliberately to hurt her, and I did really fancy her. I knew she fancied me and her deliberate almost nude parade that took place daily as she walked from her bedroom to the bathroom each morning was purely for my eyes only. Each day she would check that I was watching then open her gown, lift her nightdress and give me a flash of her naked body I usually responded by standing in the open doorway with an erection which she could see and obviously enjoyed looking at while I fondled it. It was all good clean fun and we both knew where it was eventually going to end.

We both knew that it was only a matter of time and opportunity before my resolve slipped and we got our act together and had sex. We were both young and reckless and we knew that we would be taking a big risk. I knew that, if her parents caught us I would be out on my ear straight away with no second chance. I had up to now been very reluctant to take advantage of her obvious play for me, out of respect for my Godparents. But Diana my current girl friend was away and I knew full well that my resolve was slipping.

Anyway that morning during her usual parade,she had tripped and landed on the floor with her nightdress round her ears. Unfortunately I could not help myself and I had laughed out loud at her misfortune and for that, I knew that I would not easily be forgiven. The icy look that I received when she stood up told me that revenge would be heading my way soon.

That night after leaving the party that the girls had previously arranged and reaching my bedroom I undressed, not fearing that my privacy would be in danger, I had undressed and lay down on the couch in front of the television, and fallen asleep. I awoke some time later at the sound of whispered voices, and some subdued giggling. The room was dark, but the door was open and in the flickering light of the television screen I could see a cluster of female figures.

A voice said. "This is his room." I called out rather aggrieved at the interruption. " Do you mind this is my bedroom?"

" No darling, we don't mind at all." Came the response from a giggling female, accompanied by a series of giggles, from some of the other girls who had been at the party. Now, I rationalised that it was entirely impossible to maintain any form of dignity while I was naked. I would have preferred to have started the fun, if that was what it was to be, from an equal state of preparedness, but my clothes were all too far away. I made a futile attempt to reach my dressing gown on a nearby chair. But the chair was quickly whisked away with a cry of "naughty, naughty" from one of the girls.

Simultaneously, two pairs of hands pulled me back down on the couch from behind, while other hands, successfully prised mine away from covering my cock. Now I was not a fool, and I had quickly surmised at first that the girls just wanted some innocent fun at my expense, and they were comparatively harmless. Now being handled by several young attractive females brought my cock to an instant erection, which was certainly a signal to the girls that I was more than willing to join in any fun they had planned.

I decided only to put up only sufficient resistance, necessary to maintain a little dignity. But I soon found that any resistance was not possible I heard little murmurs such as. "He's lovely isn't he?" and "What a pity he's going to waste" and "Isn't it a whopper?".

Then quite quickly one girl, someone referred to her as Gloria, sat on what would have been my lap had I been sitting upright. She had at some stage removed her panties and my cock was rubbing against her bare warm, wet vagina. She leaned over my torso, put an arm round my neck and started kissing me. 

I could taste the alcohol on her breath, and as she was pressing me down, so I could not have tossed her off even had I wanted to. As she kissed me, I could feel her lipstick rubbing off on my lips and face. Their was a strong smell of perfume and her well developed bust was pressing against me. I will always remember clearly the necklace she was wearing that night was very cold as it drooped on to my bare chest. As she kissed me she took my hand, thrusting it gently inside her now open blouse on to her bare breast. I knew immediately I felt them, that she was aroused, her nipples were hard and very firm. I knew then that this girl meant business.

"You've got lovely smooth hands" She murmured. I pinched her nipples gently, drawing a slight moan from her.She now had me very excited and I was ready for a good fuck if it was being offered.The other girls had moved closer, intent on watching the action, and assisting wherever they could. I was overwhelmed by groping hands as some of the other girls decided to feel what part of me was easily available. One girl started nuzzling me round my neck, another was sucking a toe. I could also feel wet sticky lips on my exposed ear, and one hand was attempting to pinch my nipples.

I could do nothing to defend myself, even if I had been inclined to do so. My loins were burning with suppressed lust and I was experiencing the feelings and a sense of delight, that had been missing from my life recently. My penis had become so rock hard, that I thought it would burst out of its skin. Gloria could feel it and was obviously encouraged by my response.

As Gloria slipped off my lap. I was not struggling, I was waiting in anticipation hoping that despite the audience, that she would finish what she had started. I was hoping that Gloria, or perhapsanother girl would take me inside her and relieve my mounting frustration. At this stage I was not at all fussy what girl had me.

From the giggles and conversation, I deduced that some of the girls were worried in case they had gone too far, and it seemed that at least two of the girls were seeing a mans private parts in the raw for the very first time. I was now I knew, uncomfortably close to ejaculating. But all was not lost,Gloria had decided to work her bare buttocks over my mouth. My mouth was quickly being rubbed by her very moist vagina as she climbed aboard. I briefly saw her pink slit opening between her vagina hair as darkness descended as her skirt covered my eyesight, plunging me into instant gloom. I inserted my tongue right inside her and my nose was buried in the wet smelly hair surrounding her vagina.

I knew what I was expected to do and now I was more than willing to do it. Simultaneously, to my great delight Gloria had also leaned forward and taken my penis in her mouth. I could feel her teeth rubbing up and down my shaft, as she worked her head up and down. My tongue was now exploring her love tunnel with great enthusiasm. I quickly found her little magic bud, the clitoris which I started to tease with the tip of my tongue. She was moaning as though she was in pain, and obviously thoroughly enjoying the experience. As she rocked her hips, she was pushing down hard on my face. My tongue was in as far as it would go, my nose was now gently penetrating the cheeks of her buttocks and rubbing against her anus as occasionally she rocked back on me.

This excited her even more, and she was now making sure that she was getting the most enjoyment from her movements. I had done my job so well, that she had her orgasm all over my face, but she still kept moving; she wanted even more from me. In the meantime, she was working away well, on my cock. I could not control myself, any more. As I was in the process of coming, all activity suddenly ceased. The girls stood up, as I struggled up on my elbows, I was surprised to see that Rita was standing in the doorway, not speaking. The girls now quietly and not speaking, slid past her one by one as they made a hasty exit from the room. To my dismay alas my cock spurted my juices high into the air.

Rita stood there for a moment after the girls had left; switching on, the light she looked down at my now limp cock covered in come. "Whose laughing now?" She said, with a sardonic look on her face, as turning quickly, she left shutting the door behind her. I was furious and frustrated. I was furious at Rita for taking such a petty revenge on me, and frustrated because I was still not totally sexually satisfied. I felt that certainly I didn't deserve to be humiliated like this. I determined then that I would not spend another night in this house. I would, pack my bags and go. 

Pulling my suitcase from the wardrobe. I packed some clothes, and quickly dressing. I descended the stairs to make my way to the front door. I could see both Rita and her younger sister were busily engaged in clearing up the mess from the party. Turning almost simultaneously, as I appeared in the hallway, they looked up with astonishment written all over their faces, obviously, at seeing me dressed and with the suitcase in my hand.

" Her sister asked, anxiety written all over her face. "Where are you going"? I’m leaving this house and I will pick up the rest of my belongings in the next few days." I told her. told Vikki. " Rita knows why, she planned all this to have her revenge on me. She can explain that to your parents". Both girls seemed completely taken aback. Rita said. "What do you mean?""That was a low trick to arrange those girls to do that to me". I told her 

Rita rushed over putting her arms around me and hugging me she said." Oh Tony, I would not do anything like that. I meant that you had obviously been having a very good time, while our party was so boring" I pushed her away roughly, too angry now to be mollified. "So you conveniently say now." I looked at her sister, she was crying, and I was sorry she was so upset. I told her.

"Vikki, I know that you were not to blame, but I can not stay in this house any longer. You must see that." I rang for a Taxi, while the girls harangued me trying to get me to change my mind, but I was so angry I could not be moved, even though I now had doubts about my accusations. I left the house to wait in the pouring rain, then I became aware of the figure of a young slim girl, also waiting. She was wearing a green plastic mackintosh and was sheltering under an umbrella. She looked to me as though she had been crying. 

Sixth sense told me this was Gloria. I asked to be absolutely sure. "Is that you Gloria?"

"Yes Tony." I heard her whisper. "Can I shelter under your umbrella? I asked. I joined her at the same time putting my arm round her, as we sheltered from the driving rain. "What are you doing here? I asked. "I asked if I could see you, but Rita would not let me in. So I was waiting for a taxi. I thought we had caused you trouble tonight, and I really am sorry if I have. But where are you going.?"

"I,m going to a Hotel for the night, and then I will have to find somewhere to live I guess. I will not stop here in this house any longer."

"You can come home with me tonight Tony? I owe you that" She said in a low voice. I guess we never did properly finish what we started." Just then a taxi arrived and we snuggled together in the warm dry back seat of the taxi. We were soon at her home, where she lived alone and after a hot coffee we were soon in bed. It was a wonderful feeling to hold this girl in my arms again. She had been most apologetic all the way home in the cab and nothing I said would convince her that she was forgiven. 

After a few minutes of hugging Gloria turned and wrapped her arms around me pulling me close to her, our heads close together and our lips touching on the pillow. Her warm body pushed against me and her bullet hard nipples pressed into my chest. Within seconds I had straddled her ; her arms came round my neck, her hot wet lips placed themselves passionately on mine, her tongue pushing and probing inside my mouth. 

I responded with fervour, savouring the feel of her lithe young warm body under me. Her hands were roving up and down my back exploring my body, with an urgency that was quite erotic, and showing her impatience. I kissed her neck and nibbled her ears, enjoying the feel of her lovely body moving in excitement and impatience underneath me.

She was moaning now Tony pleeeeese, I want you now please Her lips suddenly became demanding in her urgency, then she pulled her head to one side as her hands moved to my groin, not willing to wait any longer, she impatiently guided my cock inside her. The lips of her swollen wet vagina pressed back against my balls, I watched her mouth open with a slight gasp, as I pushed hard inside her, then her teeth bit on to my bottom lip, only to release it with another gasp as I pushed even harder. 

As I pushed into her, enjoying the wet warmth of her vagina muscles grabbing me and massaging my cock as it passed through to the depths of her love tunnel. I suddenly realised that this girl was something very special. I started to move relentlessly but slowly, slowly withdrawing and pressing home as far as I could go. I saw her gazing up at me with such passion in her eyes, I could feel her body tensing and relaxing beneath me each time I moved inside her. 

I could hear her laboured breathing, suddenly like a wave breaking over her entire body she began to shake. I could feel her muscles tightening round my cock as suddenly she lifted her hips off the bed as she ground her hips against me. Harder and faster I moved and I could almost feel her orgasms building as I too, neared the climax of our passion, then I could feel a series of small orgasms one after another, wave after wave of feeling sweeping through her body, she shuddered violently underneath me as her climax started to overwhelm her. 

She continued to press her groin upwards into me, her legs locked round my thighs, gripping me hard, as I started to come inside her Far away I heard myself moan as I started pumping my juices into her. It was a long time before we could both relax, covered in perspiration from our frantic love making,our bodies leaking the product of our love making on to the sheets I held her gently, kissing her gently on the lips and running my hands through her damp hair, as she gazed back at me.

I realised that I had only known this girl for a few hours, she looked so beautiful, yet so vulnerable, she had made me forget Rita, Gloria and all the other problems in my life. Her beautiful silky skin, and the feel of her large smooth breasts as she lay against me, holding me close would stay with me the rest of my life. I knew I could easily fall in love with this girl in fact I was sure that I had already done so, as once again she pulled my head down and kissed me with such tenderness. Gloria looked up into my eyes. Then she spoke shyly.

Tony dear you don‘t have to rush away. I have plenty of room and you won‘t need a separate bedroom will you?. I feel we still have a lot of unfinished business."

Postscript: I never ever did collect the rest of my belongings, nor did I go to medical school as I had planned. We now have six children and we are deliriously happy.

Gloria



There were three of us sitting in the bar that night. I was thinking of getting up and going home, even though it was still pretty early, but before I could speak to make my excuses, Romeo, who had been brooding all evening, abruptly spoke up. 

"I dunno what's getting into me, guys" he looked at Bob, then at me. I observed for the first time that he looked as if he hadn't slept in a week. "The other night, I woke up from a dream... one of those dreams that wakes you up with an incredible hard on and an unbearable desire to get right back to sleep and right back into the dream." 

This was gonna be good. I forgot all about going home, and settled comfortably in my chair. 

"I was laying there, fingering my stiff cock, considering consummating what the dream had started, when I suddenly heard someone peeing. Most of the time, I wouldn't have noticed, but in the middle of the night, when everything's so quiet, all noises seem loud. 

"In the dark, I visualized the girl in the apartment next door, squatting over her toilet. In my mind's eye, I imagined her pussy, hairless and glistening, with a stream of golden piss flowing out and down to splash in the bowl. The sound kept going and going and going. I took a firm grip on my prick and started to pump. By the time she stopped peeing, I was well on my way to cumming. I noticed that she had stopped, and was sorry for a moment that I hadn't cum right at that moment. Then I came one of those really good cums where the heat keeps pumping through your prick. I caught the jism in my hand and wiped it on the t shirt I had left on the floor before I went back to sleep. If it hadn't been for finding the shirt in the morning, I would have probably figured the whole thing had been a dream. 

"Now, what I want to know is, does it make me a pervert if I liked hearing that girl pee?" 

Bob laughed. "It was probably her boyfriend, you goon. That makes you a faggot!" We hit him at the same time, one fist in each shoulder. He frowned and rubbed. "Hey, it's true, ain't it? If he was jacking off to some guy pissing, he's gotta be gay!" 

I decided to ignore him. "Sure it makes you strange, Romeo," I provided, "but strange is all right as long as you ain't like Bob." Bob glared at me. "I mean, who cares if you get off on peeing, or poodles, or inflatable pandas in polyester pants? Does it hurt anybody?" 

"Well, that all depends on what you're doing to the poodle, Doc," Bob supplied. 

I was pretending it was an academic question, but under the table I had an enormous stiff. Imagining some girl's glistening gash gushing gleaming gold was getting to me, too. Hell, I was even making up bad verse about it in my head! 

The conversation drifted on to other matters, and I forgot about it until about a half hour later when I went to the can to siphon off some excess beer. As I watched the arc of piss splashing against the back of the urinal, I pictured, once again, that gleaming pussy, spouting a similar nectar. 

In fact, that image came back to me every time I peed over the following week, not to mention occurring to me when I was at work or talking to my mother on the phone. It became an obsession with me. I went to the porno shop looking for a magazine or tape featuring golden showers, but the place only had fairly standard stuff like ass fucking, S & M and bondage. I asked the guy at the counter about it, and he looked at me kinda strange. Either he figured my request was a little off the wall or he wasn't used to guys coming right out and saying what they were looking for. Either way, I figured the trip was a loss, and left. 

Another week went by, and probably due to a lack of stimulation, I let thoughts of girls and piss drift back out of my mind. 

I had forgotten the subject completely by the time Romeo had his party. 

Romeo lived in one of those old apartment buildings down by campus. You know the ones. Lots of scuzzballs and roaches and no one to complain about the noise when you really crank the stereo up on a friday night. 

Romeo layed in a keg and almost everybody brought a bottle of something, so there was a lot of drinking. And a lot of going in and out of the bathroom. 

I was standing in line outside the can when a gorgeous redhead stepped out. Romeo, who was squeezing his way down the hall at the moment, introduced her to me. "Doc, this here's Gloria. She lives in the apartment next door." 

It came back to me in a flash, the way Michelangelo must have first got the idea to paint God touching Adam's finger. This must be the midnight pisser! 

She smiled as I touched her finger with my own. "Very pleased to meet you, Doc!" She seemed to mean it. I said something similar to her as I took a light grip on her hand. She didn't seem to be in any hurry to escape. We stood there in the hallway, talking about something I can't recall while I pictured her peeing. That's all I did, that I can remember, the whole time we stood in that hall. Pictured her peeing. When it was my turn at the bathroom, I invited her in. I don't know why, but she smiled and surprised the hell out of me by saying yes. 

The folks in line for the can objected loudly. They all had pressing needs, and didn't much relish the idea of us spending much time in there, which they were fairly sure we were getting ready to do. I know that's what I had on my mind, and I figured it was what Gloria had on her mind, too. Trouble was, I didn't know any way to make everybody happy, and I was sure as hell intent in looking after my own interests. Gloria, however, had a solution. "Let's go next door to my place," she whispered in my ear. 

By the time she closed her apartment door behind us, I knew that my developing hard on was going to seriously impede my ability to pee. I figured I'd better do that before I did anything else, so I asked her where the bathroom was. She led me there and preceded me through the doorway. I unzipped my fly, pulled my pecker out, and began to pee. Gloria watched for a moment, her eyes glazed over, and then reached out and stuck her hand in the hot stream. Piss splashed all over the place, but she didn't seem to care or even notice. 

When I was done, I shook the last drop off and started to stuff it back into my pants, but Gloria reached to touch it, and the next thing I knew, we were locked in a tight and hot embrace. Before I knew how we managed it, we were both out of our clothes, and I was sitting on the toilet with her straddling me, fucking me in a hot frenzy and screaming endearments and swearing at me to fuck her harder and deeper and faster the whole time. 

In the frenzied lust of the moment, I hardly even saw her. Our mouths were plastered to each others' and our hands were busy squeezing and fondling each other. I'd like to say that it was a really good fuck, but it was over almost before it began. I came, and she came, but there was no magic in it for me. She, on the other hand, was gasping for breath when it was over and seemed ready to fall limply from my lap. 

When she recovered enough to stand, she left the room. I dressed and went out into the hall. A moment later, she came out of a door, dressed in a flimsy robe. 

"Care for something to drink?" she asked, huskily. 

"Yeah," I was mighty thirsty just about now. 

She led me to the living room and asked me to excuse her while she got a couple of beers. She came back with two large glasses full, and handed me one. "Drink up!" 

Her robe was hanging wide open, and I took a good look at her for the first time. She was pretty tall, maybe five-ten or so. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were nicely shaped and crowned by red nipples which, in the cool air of her apartment, stood stiff and large like raspberries. Her pussy was shaved bare (funny that Romeo had said that was what he envisioned when he heard her peeing in the night), and the swollen lips were open enough to reveal a clitoris that was remarkably large. I had been around enough to know that every woman was built differently, but I had never before encountered anything like this. I was fascinated, and she noticed. 

"See something you like?" 

"You have the most incredible clit!" 

"So I've been told." She sat across from me on the couch, and opened her pussy with both hands so that I could see it better. "Why don't you come over here where you can see it better?" She licked her lips. 

I went to kneel between her knees and get a good look. Her clit was shaped like a little cock, maybe an inch long and an half an inch thick. I leaned forward and dragged my tongue across it. She let out an involuntary squeal, and hunched her hips toward me, urging me to get more familiar with it. I pursed my lips and sucked the little meat into my mouth, swiping my tongue across the tip as it entered. 

She squealed again and grabbed my hair, pulling me tighter against her, and I began sucking on it the way I liked my cock sucked. I swirled my tongue around it, caressing the sides and tip and sucked hard. She began to scream and shout, begging me to eat her pussy, which sort of amused me at the moment, since I already was eating it, but the amusement disappeared almost as suddenly as it had arrived, and I began to fuck her little cock with my mouth, slurping up and down on it, and milking at it with my tongue. 

She went wild. "God Damn," she screamed, "oh, yeah! Suck my clitty!" 

I slipped a finger into her pussy, then another. Sliding them in and out of her, I was fucking her cunt while she fucked my mouth. I have to tell you, it was a strange feeling. There were moments there when I wasn't sure if she was a woman or a small guy. But I fucked and sucked at her pussy while she squealed and swore. She didn't know whether to hunch up against my face to fuck her clit farther into my mouth or grind down against my hand to take more finger in her cunt. She ended up doing both... again and again and again. 

I crooked a finger back to find her asshole, and slipped right into it. There was so much juice flowing from her hot pussy that my finger was covered with the slickness of it. As my finger probed the damp confines of her shitter, she came, pushing her clit deep into my mouth were I bit at it and swept my tongue around it as she trembled and shook. 

When her fingers finally untangled themselves from my hair, I sat back on my haunches and looked at her. She was wasted, sweaty and flushed, with her hair in wild disarray. I wanted to fuck her again, then and there. 

I pushed her down on the couch, and squatted between her legs, rubbing the head of my pecker up and down the wet slit of her cunt. When my cock slid inside, she opened her eyes and looked at me again before grabbing my hips and pulling me hard into her. 

Her cunt grasped my cock and she fucked up against me. I felt her tongue licking my nipple, and then her teeth biting at it hard enough to be almost too painful. Suddenly, I was pumping hot cum into her again. 

This time, it was complete. I felt the pressure of the jism building up and jetting through my prick to fill her hungry cunt, and she was sucking and biting at my nipple in a manner that somehow released any shred of reserve I might have had so that I could surrender myself completely to the sensation of cumming. 

It was over quickly, but at least this time I had had a chance to enjoy it! 

After a few minutes of laying there, composing ourselves and catching our breath, she suggested a shower. 

With pussy juice drying on my face and belly and jism dripping from my pecker, I thought it sounded like a wonderful idea. 

I reached for my beer, which was pretty warm by now, and drained the glass before I followed her to the bathroom. I needed to piss again, so I stood in front of the toilet and, taking my slippery pecker in one hand, aimed it at the toilet. 

"Wait for me!" Gloria squeezed between me and the toilet and sat down. She held her shaved pussy lips open with both hands revealing that enormous clitoris again. "Piss on my cunt!" Her voice was hoarse with desire. This woman was a non-stop fucking machine! I don't know how she ever managed to do anything but fuck. Sex was all she seemed to think about! 

Anyway, I don't think I could have held back if I wanted to, my need to pee was overwhelming. I let loose with a hot and heavy stream of pungent piss, splashing her belly and hands as I got the aim straight. Gloria had her eyes closed, and was breathing fast and heavy. She was turned on and heating up again. Using one hand to hold her pussy lips wide, she plunged a finger of her other hand deep into her cunt and started slowly fucking herself with it. 

As I watched my hot piss splash over her pussy, I was seized by a mischievous idea. I slowly raised the stream to splash over her belly and tits before lifting it to wash her face with its bitter torrent. She just closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out to taste it. 

When I felt the pressure on my bladder begin to diminish, I dropped the stream back to her pussy and watched as she fingered her cunt more frantically, gasping and moaning in her urgent need for release. 

As the stream of my piss stopped, she arched her back and groaned long and loud, her finger massaging that huge clit, slowing, pressing, and speeding up again and again. She must have cum three or four times before one really big orgasm locked her body in a tight convulsion. 

She opened her eyes slowly, and looked up at me. Red hair was plastered to her piss-wet face, and her eyes gleamed with lust and contentment. At that moment, she was the sexiest woman I had ever been close to. 

She reached for my pecker, hard now, and gripped it tightly with both hands. "I like him!" I didn't know if she was talking to me about my cock or to some imaginary entity about me. I didn't ask. I grew harder in her hands, and she licked her lips before tasting the last drop of piss, still clinging to the slit at the end of my cock. 

I reached down and touched her damp hair as she opened her mouth and engulfed my cock in a warm, wet grip, her tongue stroking the underside as she sucked the length deep into her throat, burying her nose in my pubic hair. She held my balls in one hand, squeezing them gently, kneading and massaging them as she milked me with her tongue. 

When I felt my cum rising inside me, I groaned in anticipation of climax, but she stopped at the sound, circling the base of my cock tightly with her thumb and forefinger, and held me tightly like that as the impending ejaculation cooled and subsided. As I relaxed, she engulfed me once again, working slowly to build the pressure back up inside me. 

She did this several times, stopping when she knew I was close to cumming, then beginning afresh every time the feeling lapsed. Each time she did it, the pressure was greater. Each time she stopped, the feeling of stopping before I came became more like pain. Each time she halted her ministrations, I wondered if she were ever going to make me cum. 

Then, as the pressure built to an even greater force, she eased one finger into the tightness of my asshole, squeezed my balls a little tighter than before, and swallowed repeatedly as spout after spout of hot lava washed up through my loins and drained itself into her gulping throat. 

All of my energy was caught up in the current of that searing jism, and my knees buckled. I leaned against her face for support as she urged every drop out of me, squeezing the juice from my balls and inciting it by fucking my asshole with her finger. I was done. I slumped, drained of strength. When she offered a place in her bed for the night, I accepted. 

Gloria wasn't ready to quit, but I was totally worn out. I wouldn't have been able to get a hard on again if my life depended on it, and Gloria finally gave up trying to suck some life into my limp prick and curled up beside me to get some sleep. I wondered if I would tell Romeo about her. He might enjoy knowing that he'd been right about her pussy. Then again, he might resent the fact that I had scored with his dream girl. I figured it would be better if I didn't bring it up, though if I started coming over here very frequently, he was bound to twig. I went to sleep deciding that I would wait and see how things developed. Maybe I would tell him, maybe I wouldn't.



Gloria



She has just turned forty, but before you make that mental image of her subtract ten years. She could easily pass for thirty. She’s kept herself fit and trim and she has the energy of someone at least ten years younger. When I met her a dozen years ago she still looked to be in her late teens instead of a woman approaching thirty. She’s not the big-breasted, long-legged woman that seems to be the norm in these stories. She is, in fact, only 4 feet 11 inches tall. I know because one of her catch phrases is, “What I wouldn’t give for one more inch, to be 5 feet tall…” She has hair that’s colored at the salon on a regular basis to be a golden blonde. She keeps it cut to where it just touches her shoulders. She has legs that are to die for, soft and smooth, but muscular. Her eyes are brown and so is the small tuft of hair above her cunny. She wears a size zero. There are many stores she can’t shop because even the petite sizes are too big for her. Now she has found a specialty store that caters to small women, but early on she often had to buy clothes off the children’s rack. I met her before the days of the Wonderbra, so I know that what she shows now is not all her. As I go on you’ll see that I have more than that to prove it. To me, she is the ideal woman. She is beautiful in a womanly way and still has an air of innocence about her because she has a child’s body. One day, when I made a comment about her ass, she said, “Yeah, right, the ass of a twelve-year-old girl.” Let me tell you, there are a lot of twelve-year-old girls out there who wish they had an ass that firm and tight. I’m not a pedophile, but this girlish quality about her just does something extra for me. 

Anyway, I reported to my new job early one Monday morning. I met my boss, and we sat at the break room table waiting for time to start. I was sitting with my back to a window with the sun shining in on a Spring day. In walks Gloria to stand next to the time clock. It was all I could do not to jump up and try some line on her. She looked like something that had stepped right out of my fantasies and into my life. Because of the bright sunlight behind me she didn’t even notice that I was there. My boss didn’t say anything by way of introduction, so she just punched her card at the right time and left the room. I didn’t inquire about her because I didn’t know the politics of the situation. What if this was my new boss’s girlfriend and I came on to her? So, I bided my time and waited for the answers to come to me.

I later learned that she was not someone’s girlfriend, she was someone’s wife and that she was very happy to be married to him. She was one of those women who didn’t fool around, even though guys hit on her every day. This only made her more appealing to me, as I had been married more than once and every wife or girlfriend I’d ever had had cheated on me at some time. I settled for being friends with this delightful creature and taking every opportunity to steal a glimpse up her skirt or down her blouse. She likes to wear her skirts above the knee and she has this habit of sitting with one leg up under her and the other crossed over it. Even with the most modest of skirts she shows a lot of leg. Over time we got to be good friends and started going out for lunch now and then. She would pay one time and I’d pay the next. She began to confide in me and I reciprocated. That’s where it stayed for ten years, just good friends. During that time my boss moved on to bigger and better things and I inherited his job, and his secretary, Gloria.

Then, one day it changed. She confided in me that her husband wasn’t giving her what she needed. She’d made some comments from time to time about their love life and it seemed that everything was fine between them. But, as she said, “You’ve heard those stories about how a woman reaches a certain age and she wants more? Well, it’s true. I want more and he’s not giving me more. In fact, he’s giving me less. I know his job is physical. He works hard and he doesn’t have the energy he had twenty years ago, but knowing that doesn’t help me. I have needs and he’s not coming through for me. And worst of all is that he still calls me his ‘Little Girl’. I’ve been short all my life and taken all the jokes about being the shortest one in class all through school. I’m a woman and he doesn’t see it.”

Well, I tried to do the right thing, I really did. This was my friend, the one who brought all her problems to me and trusted me. Also, she was my secretary, the one person in the whole company that I could lose my job over. Also, her husband really is six foot four and able to turn me into a pretzel if he were ever to find out. I told her that this doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her or want her. I told her that she needs to make it plain to him what she wants. I told her that sometimes a man’s body won’t do what he wants it to do. I told her that I couldn’t help her with her problem. Believe me, it wasn’t easy to do this when I really wanted to lay her down and ravish her that very moment, but I managed to do the right thing. She listened and said that she knows all that, but it doesn’t help.

We continued to talk about this a little each day, and each day it got to be harder to do the right thing. Each day she would cross the line a little bit and I would cross it a little bit. Nothing much, really, we’d trade flirty comments at first. Then I saw her reading a romance novel and said that men’s books are more graphic than women’s books. She took up the challenge and brought me one to read. Let me tell you guys, the women read the same stuff we do. The biggest difference is that they’ll tell what fabrics the curtains are made of while the woman is getting her brains fucked out. All the action is there. After we had traded a few books we went on to movies. I gave her one with a pretty racy episode (The Thomas Crown Affair) and waited for her reaction. She brought it back and told me that it wasn’t all that. I said, “Well, it’s got a lot of action, lots of flesh, there’s no doubt what they’re supposed to be doing. If you want much more than that I can probably accommodate you.” She accepted, so I brought her a tape with some real porn on it. She brought it back and wanted more, and more after that. I asked her what she thought about them and she said, “I don’t know. Maybe it would help if I could watch them with you and ask questions.” I told her I didn’t know how we could manage it and she informed me that her husband took her son every other weekend on a fishing trip. She has all kinds of time, but she was afraid to use it for something like this. I saw an opening, but the thought of what he would do if we got caught still made me a bit cautious.

One day she told me that she had had a few fantasies involving me. This really caught my attention and I asked her to tell me about it; she wouldn’t. But she said that we could go to her house for lunch, where she felt safe, and there she would tell me about it. By now we were going out for lunch every week, so it wouldn’t seem strange to anyone that we did this week. We went to her house and stopped on the way for burgers that neither of us had the stomach for. Once inside, I saw that she had set up a card table for us and we sat down facing each other. She started to tell me about this fantasy she’d had. ‘She had come into my office with the mail and I had asked her to look over a catalog. She came to my side of the desk and was looking through it. As she did, I began to run my hands up and down her legs. Each time my hands came up, her skirt rose a little higher until her pantyhose-covered ass was exposed to my view. I sat there a while admiring this ass that I had wanted to see for so long, and then I slowly pushed her pantyhose down till they were around her knees. I took my time kneading her tight, firm globes and planting kisses on the tops of her thighs. Then I slowly pushed her panties down and stood behind her, rubbing my cock against her bare flesh. She heard my zipper come down as I pushed her down onto my desk and spread her feet apart with one of mine. She was so small that she didn’t even have to bend her knees; she just laid her whole upper body across my desk. Then she felt me enter her and thrilled as I pounded into her from behind.’ After telling me this and making my cock hard as iron, she said that she still loved her husband and didn’t want to cheat on him. She wanted me to be her “non-sexual sex partner”. I said OK, but I realized the possibilities.

Over the next few weeks I worked on her and she began to loosen up. When she came into my office I would give her compliments on how good she looked in whatever she wore that day. I would play up how beautiful she is (an easy task, since she is) and how much of an alluring Woman (not little girl) she is. I would occasionally take her hand and this escalated to laying a hand on her shoulder, then to the small of her back, then to rubbing her back and giving her hugs. In hardly any time at all we were coming in an hour early to be together. She would sit on my lap while I rubbed her legs. This too began to escalate. After a few days I was rubbing her legs all the way up to her pussy while my other hand was rubbing and squeezing her tits. One day she spent almost the whole day in my office and by the end of it she was ready for almost anything. I took that opportunity to finally get a taste of her pussy. I paid attention to all the right spots and licked her inside and out for a good twenty minutes before she grabbed my head and pulled me tightly into her while she fucked my face for all she was worth. I knew then that it was only a matter of time before I fucked her.

Our early morning routine became the highlight of the day. I seldom let her get away from me without giving her at least one good orgasm in the morning. She often went to her desk with that fresh-fucked look about her. In the meantime, I started working on getting her to meet me on the weekends when hubby was gone. I tried to suggest things that were innocent; going to the mall or out to lunch. She wouldn’t hear of it. She was afraid that someone might see us together and figure it all out.

Eventually, she agreed to meet me at my office one Saturday. Once there, I got her to come home with me. We began to talk, then to caress and kiss each other. It wasn’t long before things began to heat up. I pulled her shirt off and pulled off mine. She became really passionate and kissed my nipples as she rubbed my cock through my jeans. I tried to sit her on my lap and instead she turned to face me. She straddled me and ground her panty-clad pussy against my raging hardon. As she hunched her pussy against me I reached down the back of her panties and squeezed her perfect ass. Her arms were around my neck and her tongue was having a field day in my mouth. After a short time I knew it was now or never. I stood up and she wrapped her legs around me (those fabulous legs), then I carried her down the hall to my bed.

I laid her on the bed, a king-sized waterbed (I know, but I like it and so did she), and came down on top of her, still dick-to-cunt. I kissed and licked every part of her that was exposed and she did the same to me. Then I stood up and began to take off what was left of my clothes. She watched with full attention, remember that I was the only man she’d ever seen naked besides her husband. I then kneeled on the bed and took away her covering. With each revelation I praised her and kissed and licked every inch of exposed flesh. When we were both finally naked I started at her gorgeous face and planted kisses over every part of her down to her toes, then I made my way up again until I reached her pussy. I already knew how sweet it was and I spent lots of time there, kissing and licking and sucking on her. I didn’t move from her juicy cunt until she came all over me, pushing her pussy up into my face with only her shoulders and the bottoms of her feet pressed against the bed. Only then did I move up again, kissing and licking my way up her body until we were face-to-face once more.

I shoved my tongue into her mouth as I mauled her beautiful small tits and pressed my hard meat against her pussy. I rose up on my elbows and said, “It’s time now, I’m going to fuck you. If you want me stop you have to say so now.” Instead of that she said, “Yes, please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. Push your dick in me now, I want it.” With that I began to thrust against her. She was so tight I couldn’t believe it. I’m not hung like a horse, far from it. I don’t claim to have eight or ten inches like most of the guys who write these stories. I’m just an average guy, but still she was tight and as I pushed into her she moaned and said, “Oh God, oh God, I can’t believe it!”, and pushed up to meet me. One small bit at a time I felt myself sinking into her until I finally reached the place where her pelvis and mine were firmly pressed against each other. It seemed like the end of all fantasies. This woman whom I had fucked countless times in my mind was in my bed and moaning beneath me. Knowing that I am not anything special, I asked her if she was disappointed and she said, “No, I’m not disappointed. Now fuck me.” So I did. I reached under her and grabbed her luscious ass and began to thrust in and out, in and out, now and then I’d kiss her while we fucked, or suck her nipple into my mouth.

After a while I rolled over and pulled her with me so she would be on top. Then she took over and fucked me like there was no tomorrow, working that little ass of hers and scraping across the underside of my cock till it drove me crazy. Here was that little woman who, not so long ago, I thought was untouchable, fucking me like a ten dollar whore and screaming out things like, “Oh, your dick feels so good inside me!’ and “Hold me while I come again!” and “Please fuck me harder. I’ve never felt like this!” Then the phone rang and she went berserk. She jumped off of me and hid on the floor beside my bed.

I let the answering machine get it and heard that someone was only a few blocks from my apartment. I tried to get her to come back up on the bed, but she wouldn’t. Remember that she’s still married and terrified that someone will find her out. So, I did the next best thing. I got down on the floor with her. I laid down behind her and we waited. By the time the knock came on the door I was inside her again, fucking her from behind and I put my hand over her mouth to muffle her moans while my uninvited guests banged on the door. They were sure that I was home and only asleep because my car was parked outside. Little did they know that while they knocked over and over again I was inside throwing the meat to my secretary, thrusting my pelvis against her backside with my hand over her mouth.

Eventually they went away and we got up on the bed again. This time I was ready to come, having given her hers a couple of times. I had her kneel in front of me and I pushed into her from behind. I grabbed hold of her hips and watched her little brown asshole as I pounded into her. She took two hands full of my sheets and squeezed as I slapped against her ass. I watched it turn red just as if I had been giving her a spanking and listened to the smack, smack, smack of our union. Her moans were muffled in the pillow her face was pressed into and I fucked her hard for what seemed to be an hour or more. I heard her moan deeply as she came again and then she said, “OH, fuck me, fuck me. Come for me! I want to feel your come in me!” That was the final straw. I couldn’t hold back anymore and shot my load into this gorgeous treasure of a woman. It felt so good I couldn’t stop and kept thrusting into her long after I was dry.

We lay there for a while and I started rubbing her pussy again. I knew that I couldn’t get it up anytime soon, but I wasn’t ready to let go of this fabulous woman, not yet. Then I did something I’ve never done before. I began to kiss her all over and worked my way down her body until I was licking her just-fucked pussy. The thought of tasting my own come had always been a turn-off for me, but here I was digging into her juicy pussy all the same. And I didn’t stop until I heard her screaming out another orgasm and trying to push me away from that juicy cunt of hers. I don’t regret it and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

After we both caught our breath and lay in each other’s arms for a while we both got dressed and I took her back to the office, where she got in her car and drove away. There have been several episodes after this, but none to match the first time. It was almost as though I took her virginity, and I guess in a way I did. She’ll never again be able to say that she doesn’t cheat. Maybe this makes me a bad person, but I don’t care. I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep fucking this woman and I’m not ashamed.



Gloria



Journal Entry: Saturday, Apr 22, 1989 --Her Name Was G-L-O-Rrrr-I-A

I'm posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are true. In case you're keeping score at home, this is entry number 6. If you missed out on any of the earlier adventures, they're posted. Cheers! 

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My spring semester was going rather well. Robin and I had pretty much broken up but, while I hated to see her go, Pat more than made up for the loss. Between her and Patty I was getting laid nearly every day; trading back and forth between them kept my sex life from getting boring. The only problem I had was no one to lay on the weekends when their boyfriends were in town. But I was so busy during the week that I hardly noticed. That is until I ran into Gloria at the coffee shop one Saturday morning. 

I better back up and explain who Gloria was. Robin had been a volunteer 'big sister' at a group home for juvenile delinquent boys. I used to go with her sometimes before taking her home to fuck. Anyway Gloria was the group home director. She was a nice lady probably 6 or 7 years my senior. She was short and fat, what one might call pleasantly plump. I had considered her a nice, quiet, conservative lady. I had never thought for an instant about getting into her pants. She just didn't seem the type.

When I ran into her at the coffee shop she greeted me warmly and we sat and talked. I still had no illusions about doing her but for the first time I did notice she was very cute and had, hidden beneath her conservative shirt, what could have been a nice rack of tits. She finally said, "I'm all out of coffee; why don't you walk me home and we can catch up. It's just a few blocks."

"That would be cool," I agreed, getting the first little indication she might be interested in doing more than just talking. But I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

When we arrived she invited me in. "My roommates are gone for the weekend so we can relax and catch up." She sat down on the floor in front of the stereo, "Help me pick out some music," she said. I don't remember what we picked out but she suggestively rubbed her shoulder against mine as we. She sat cross legged on the floor and I sat across from her. All the shades were drawn tight and the room was dark.

"Do you smoke?" she asked, pulling a tray of marijuana from behind the stereo. 

"Sure," I grinned as she rolled a huge fatty. Suddenly this stodgy, conservative lady before me was replaced by a cute, affable, hip, very fuckable babe. After 2 or 3 hits I knew I had to have her. Her eyes were saying, "Take me," so after we finished the joint and she was busy rolling another one I leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to meet mine. We traded probing tongues for several minutes before breaking. She calmly lit the joint she had rolled. "I've wanted to do you since the day we first met," she smiled as she passed the joint, "but Robin was a nice kid; I didn't want to step on her turf." 

"And here I always thought of you as this prim, proper lady," I replied, "this is great shit by the way." My head was already reeling. 

"Thanks," she said. She took a hit and passed the joint. "Do you think it's getting hot in here?" she asked. "Perhaps a little," I replied. She grinned and pulled off her top. I was staring smack dab at two of the biggest tits I had ever seen. They were easily bigger than Patti's. I choked on the joint and she laughed. Reaching back and releasing her bra she asked, "What do you think about me now?" 

"I think you're incredibly hot," I replied removing my shirt, "I also think those are the most beautiful tits I've ever seen." We sat and finished the joint topless. I just kept staring at her lovely, fat tits. They jutted proudly from her chest before succumbing to the force of gravity and spilling down her chest. Her nipples were large and full.

"Do you think I should fire up another one?" she asked. 

My head was about as toasted as it had ever been. "I'm pretty fucked up right now," I told her. At least I thought I told her. I couldn't tell if words came out of my mouth or not. 

"Maybe I'll just have a hit or two," she said, "You can suck my tits while I finish this if you like."

"I like," I grinned, "That sounds delicious." As she fired up her third joint I cupped her massive tits and raised them to my mouth. It was easy to suck both nips together. I ran my tongue all over her tits and chewed her hard nipples.

She set down her joint and sighed, "There's nothing better than getting fucked up and fucking." I picked up the joint and took a hit. "Can you help me slide out of these pants honey?" she added. She lay on her back and pushed her pants and panties down from her chubby waist while I pulled them off. Like I said, she was a fat girl but she had a well maintained, closely shaved pussy which she showed off by spreading her legs. 

"Now that looks very fucking good," I smiled.

"Good enough to eat?" she asked. 

"Fuck yes," I said, diving down between her legs. I slid my tongue up and down her slit licking up her succulent love juice. She was quite wet already and getting wetter as I worked my tongue between her lips and deep into her pussy. 

"How do I taste?" she sighed. 

"Delicious!" I replied, "I love eating pussy." 

"That's good to hear," she continued, "because sometimes I get so turned on I squirt; I didn't want to cum all over you." 

"Baby, " I replied, "I love getting cum all over me. I'm going to keep eating your pussy until you squirt so you just lay back and enjoy." 

"How sweet," she said, running her hands through my hair. 

I reached up and massaged her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. As I moved my tongue to her clit she started moaning. She came as I started nibbling her clit. She was wet and I loved licking her cum. 

"That's nice, baby," she said after she finished cuming, "you do that so fucking well. I'm sorry I didn't squirt for you." 

"That's OK," I grinned, "I'm just getting started." I ran my tongue up and down her slit again, licking up her cum. She did taste very delicious. 

"Oooh my," she sighed, "I like a man who has perseverance."

"I really love eating pussy," I replied, "especially sweet ones like yours." 

While I concentrated on sucking her clit, I slid a couple fingers into her cunt and started finger fucking her. She started moaning louder but wasn't quite there so I ran my tongue down her slit, around my fingers, and licked around her cute, pink asshole. "Sweet holy fuck!" she screamed, "that feels so good." Encouraged I ran my tongue around and around her asshole while she started patting her clit. "Oh fuck, baby, oh fuck" she cried, "I'm going to fucking explode." When I slid the tip of my tongue inside her asshole she went crazy on my face. I pulled my fingers from her cunt and the bitch started squirting all over me. I'd seen it in movies before but never in real life. I tried to catch it all in my mouth but she squirted again and sprayed cum all over my face and hair. I lapped up as much as I could and let the rest run down my chest. 

"That was fucking amazing," I said, "let's do that again!" I returned to licking her clit, pussy, and asshole until, sure enough, as soon as I slipped my tongue into her asshole, she started to squirt again. There was no way I could lick up all her cum but that didn't stop me from trying.

She smiled and stroked my hair. "I've never had anyone suck me while I squired before," she moaned, "that was simply great. Come up here and kiss me." 

I climbed up her body, stopping to suck her wonderful tits and we made out for quite awhile. My head was still reeling so I lost track of the time. At some point Gloria asked if I minded if she sucked my cock. I couldn't much tell if I was hard or not but I told her to go ahead anyway. 

She pulled my pants off and my cock was shriveled up to nothing. "That's alright," she said, "it's not the size that counts." I could tell she was disappointed.

"Show it a little love," I suggested, "and perhaps it'll come around. Sometimes the best things come in small packages." 

She took my tiny little cock between two fingers and gingerly stuck it in her mouth. I started growing almost immediately. "That's better," she smiled when I was about half my normal size, "I can deal with this." 

"Keep sucking, honey," I urged her, "I think I might grow a little bit more." 

She deep throated my 6" cock but soon she started choking as my cock grew inside her mouth to its full 10". "Holy shit!" she gagged, "why didn't you tell me you were hung like a fucking horse?" 

I laughed as she ran her tongue up and down my engorged shaft. "I thought it'd be fun to surprise you," I said. 

She grinned up at me, "You're full of surprises," she sighed. 

"And how would you like to be full of cock?" I asked. 

She was still sitting cross legged in front of me. She didn't say a word as she crawled in my lap and sat down on my cock, slowly driving it deep into her quivering pussy. "Oh fuck, baby," she purred, "that's even better than I imagined. I can't believe Robin ever let a cock like this get away." 

"Well," I told her as we began to fuck in earnest, "I don't think she liked the fact that I was putting it to 2 or 3 other girls at the same time." 

By that time Gloria's eyes were rolled back in her head and she was cuming like crazy. I grabbed her tits and held on for the ride as she rode her pussy up and down my shaft like a wild woman.

"Holy fuck that was good," Gloria said when she finally stopped cuming. 

"No reason to stop now," I said, rolling her over on her back and pounding my cock into her pussy, "my cock will stay hard as long as we keep fucking." 

"Another reason I like to get fucked up and fuck," she agreed, "you can fuck forever." We did, indeed, fuck hard and heavy for another hour or so before I shot her a huge load of hot, sticky cum. "I'm thirsty, hon," she said, "crawling out from under me, "do you want anything?" 

"Whatever you're having," I said, watching her fat ass disappear into the kitchen, cum dripping down her leg. She returned with some lemonade and Doritos which we devoured in short order. "Can you do me a favor?" I asked as she fired up a joint. The girl really enjoyed her dope. 

"What's that?" she said. 

"Cum sit on my lap while we smoke that." 

"I like the way you think," she giggled. She handed me the joint and sat her pussy down on my rock hard cock. "I do love the way your cock fills my pussy," she sighed as we traded shot gun hits back and forth, "I can't believe you're able to stay hard so long."

"Me either, "I grinned, "there must be because you're so hot." 

"Whatever it is, "she moaned, "I'm loving it." 

We fucked nice and slow for an hour or so before I topped off her pussy with another load of cum. "Are you all out of gas yet?" Gloria asked with a grin. 

"Do me a favor and hold your ass up about 10" in the air and we'll find out," I said. She balanced herself and I gave her 30 or 40 good, hard, ass pounding thrusts, topping it off with my third load of cum. My cock remained rock hard. "Not yet" I grinned.

"This is beyond a doubt the best fucking I've ever had," she moaned as I lay on my back and she rode my cock. I reached up and played with her tits as we fucked the afternoon away. It must have been around 5 o'clock when we both came again. Gloria rolled off my cock and lay beside me panting, cum running from her cunt, draining down the crack of her ass. "That was surreal," she said, "I've never had a guy cum 4 times before."

"Care to try for number 5?" I asked. She looked down and my cock was just as hard as when we started. 

"Un-fucking real," she sighed, "but my pussy is awfully sore from being reamed by your monster cock."

"I understand," I replied. 

"But," she grinned, "Before you interrupted I was going to say my asshole is feeling like it could stand a good, hard fucking."

She rolled over on her hands and knees and reached back and spread her ass cheeks for me. I scooped a handful of cum from her pussy and rubbed it into her asshole and on my cock and slipped the tip into her asshole. "Take it easy," she moaned, "you're a lot bigger than I'm used to." 

"I'll just hold your tits baby," I told her, "and you ease back and take as much cock as you can handle." 

"Oh it feels so good, baby," she cried as she slowly backed my cock into her asshole. She was rubbing her clit and cuming before my cock was half way home. By the time she finished cuming, my cock was crammed all the way home. "Oh fuck, baby, I'm going to pass out. Fuck my asshole hard, darling. Make me cum like a school girl on prom night. Fuck my ass off." 

I did my best. I grabbed her hips and started slamming my cock in and out of her tight, puckered asshole; her fat ass cheeks shimmering from the contact. She was so hot and her asshole was so tight that it only took me a half hour of good, hard fucking to give her asshole a nice cream filling. 

She lay panting on the floor totally spent. I got up and started gathering my cloths. I covered her with a blanket from the couch and kissed her good bye, shoving her bra in my pocket for a souvenir to remember the greatest afternoon of fucking in my life.

I somehow found my way home around 6 or so. I fell into the shower, totally exhausted. I felt a little better after. I was just getting dressed when the phone rang. It was Patty.

"Hey lover," she said, "I've been trying to call you all day. Frank couldn't make it this weekend and I wanted to know if you wanted to fool around."

"I just got home from working out all day long," I told her, "and I need to eat. We can go out and catch some dinner and see what comes up." 

"Cool!" she said. 

"I can't promise you anything after my workout this afternoon," I cautioned. 

"No problem," she replied, "I didn't want to sleep alone tonight." 

We had a nice meal and several beers and I was feeling much better. We made it back to my place and as we were getting undressed for bed I actually felt a bit of a tingling at the base of my cock. Patty sat on the bed and took my half hard cock in her hands. 

"It looks like you weren't completely exhausted by your workout," she said, stroking my cock and licking the tip. 

"I always save some for you, baby," I told her as she sucked my cock back to life. I had to admit I was a bit amazed I able to get it up again, but who was complaining. 

"So how was she?" Patty asked between licks, "From the new bra hanging on your wall it looks like she had some big tits."

"She was good," I replied, "but not as good as you." 

"You always know what to say to make a girl feel good," she smiled. 

"I have to admit, however," I continued, "We'll probably have to fuck all night if you want any cum for your pussy."

"I don't know how I shall ever be able to handle that," she laughed, "I guess sometimes there are benefits to being second in line." 

We crawled into bed and Patty climbed on top and mounted me, riding my cock slowly up and down. "Ahhhhm," I sighed, "it's good to be home." 

"It does feel good, doesn't it," Patty agreed. 

I reached up and grabbed her tits and pulled her down to me so I could suck them. I ran my tongue all over her beauties and chewed on her nipples. 

"So?" she moaned, "are these as big as your new bimbo's?" 

"She had about 50 pounds on you, baby, so her tits were a little bigger, "I explained, "but yours are much nicer." 

"So you banged a fat chic, " she grinned. 

The thought of grass houses and stones ran through my head but instead, "I'm an equal opportunity fucker," I told her, "no discrimination around here."

"Being such a fair minded fucker," she moaned, "you wouldn't mind if I came, would you?"

"By all means," I told her as I crammed both nipples into my mouth and bit down gently, "cum all over my cock as often as you like." 

"Ooh harder!" she cried. 

"Fucking or biting?" I asked. 

"Both," she screamed. 

I bit down on her nipples and fucked her hard enough to raise her up off the bed as she exploded. 

"Oh fuck that was good, honey," she moaned after she finished cuming, "I'm so glad you had something left for me."

"I'm happy to please," I replied with a grin.

"What did you do this afternoon, "she asked, "cum 2 or 3 times?" 

"Try 5," I grinned. 

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed as she slowly rode my cock, "you're a fucking superman. I'm surprised you have anything left." 

"To tell you the truth," I smiled, "until I saw your naked body waiting to be fucked, so was I."

"Not only that," she continued, "you must have worn out that poor girl's pussy." 

"Well," I admitted, "the last go around involved an alternative orifice." 

"Ooh, " she purred, "can we try that?"

"Anything for you, baby," I grinned. 

"You don't mind if I lube this up first," she asked as she hopped down off my cock and took it between her lips. 

"Oh no," I kidded her, "please, don't suck my cock." 

She laughed as she slobbered all over my cock. "Shut up and fuck my asshole," she smiled, climbing on top me and spreading her cheeks. I grabbed my cock and maneuvered it towards her asshole. "Back a little bit," she directed, "there you go. Ahhh, fuck that's good." She started cuming again as my cock slowly slid into her tight, little asshole. I grabbed her tits and pulled her down to me so we could make out while I slid my cock in and out of her asshole. 

"You're such a great piece of ass, baby," I told her, "I'm glad you were free tonight."



Gloria



There is no descriptive sex in this story. If that is what you want, don't waste your time reading this one. I'm not sure this is correct category , but seems right.

As usual comments are requested and appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, enjoy.



My name is Jason Raymond Russell. I am 26, decent looking, and have a good job. It is Sunday morning and I'm having a second coffee while reading the Sunday paper. A large two column picture caught my eye. As I stared at the picture, my mind was lost in thought. Two years had passed since we parted and seeing the woman's face in the picture still hurt me. 

Who could cause such a reaction, you ask? That is my story.

I was living and working in a small college town that had four colleges in it; I was 23 years old at the time. Two of the colleges were girl's schools; one was a state university, and one large business college. There were lots of pretty young coeds, what you might call a target rich environment. 

One of my buddies was in between semesters and was working at our place to earn enough money to finish his education. Jim was also a member of one of the fraternities at the state school. He and I were each other's wing man on many a mission. 

Our mission was to have carnal knowledge of as many of the young lovelies as possible. We were very good so our targets seldom escaped. 

Jim and I were at a sorority mixer and having a great time. There was free booze, free snacks, and an abundance of coeds. I was doing a scouting mission to see which of the young ladies was to be the lucky one for this evening. 

Let me say at that period of my life I was a bit of a conceited ass. In my mind, I was a god's gift to women. I had the moves, looks, and attitude to be successful with a lot of the college girls. I lacked the sincerity to have a meaningful relationship. At that time of my life that was okay though. 

I spotted a likely candidate, a cute petite redhead, and was just about to make a move when Jim grabbed my arm. He steered me toward a group of girls standing off to the side of the party. They seemed to be watching but not partaking in the festivities. 

In the middle of this group was an outstanding example of the desirable college coed. She was poised, well dressed, had a nice figure and her face was beautiful. I asked Jim who she was.

"That is Gloria Preston," he informed me. "She is untouchable. Gloria goes to Williams College (one of the girl's schools) and never dates the same guy twice. The few guys that have taken her out swear she is gay or a cold fish. None of them got as far as holding hands with her and you can't have her either."

"She's not gay," I told Jim. "Watch her look at the men as they walk by. She is totally checking them out. I think she is just very guarded and a little picky. She won't become too deeply involved with just any man."

"Wow, Dr. Phil, you have her all figured out without even talking to her," Jim laughed at me. "You are amazing sir. No on second thought, you are full of it."

"Do you know any of the other girls in that group?" 

"Yeah, the blond is Donna Mason. She goes to UM like me. We had a couple of classes together," Jim answered. "We went out on a few dates but there was no real spark so we quit dating and stayed friends. Why?"

"I'm going to prove that Gloria isn't gay or a cold fish. Your part will be to introduce me to Donna. I'll take it from there."

"Okay, but you are wasting your time Jason," Jim warned me.

We walked over to the group and Jim said hello to Donna. After a short conversation with her he introduced me. I said hello and Donna introduced the rest of the group. There were four other girls, but all I remembered was Gloria. When Jim, Donna, and I began to talk, I would include the other girls, but not Gloria. I ignored her. If she joined in, I would listen and then turn away from her without an answer or comment. 

As an example, when Gloria told me she went to Williams, I said yeah and went back to talking to Donna and the others. She was getting a little upset.

Jim and I said good bye to the group and started home. When we got back to my car Jim shook his head and looked at me.

"You sure made a great impression on Gloria. You didn't say a word to her and cut her off when she tried to join in. I can see your plan. You are going to piss her off so much that she will screw you just to get your attention. Great plan."

"Oh ye of little faith. My plan is working fine." I explained. "Look every guy Gloria has ever met has told her how pretty she is and tried to make moves on her. She is not used to being ignored. 

It will get her interested. Gloria will begin to think; why isn't this guy after me? What's wrong with me? She won't be able to stand it, then Gloria will come after me. It's in the bag."

Jim laughed at me, and then said "good luck."

"Do me a favor; find out more about her for me. I need to know where she eats, gets coffee, shops and anything else you can get. Will you help me?"

"Sure buddy," Jim said, "I'll get the info from some of the sorority sisters and have the goods in a couple of days."

I thanked Jim and then drove home. Two days later Jim gave me a report. He told me all the things that I wanted to know about Gloria and I set my plan in motion.

Starting the next evening and every spare minute I had, I sort of hung around whatever place she was. If Gloria was at the coffee shop, I would go in and get a drink and leave. If she was at the sandwich shop eating, I would stop in and get something to eat. I would even try to be around when she was shopping. All this ground work went on for three weeks. It didn't happen every time or every day that she went out but it did happen enough that she began to notice me. That was the plan.

First contact came at the coffee shop. You gave and received your order at the counter. I was in line waiting my turn when Gloria got in line behind me. Turning around I nodded at her as I pretended to look behind her at something else. She smiled at me.

I looked at her again and said, "Hi, I think we have met before but I can't remember you name. I'm Jason Russell."

"I'm Gloria Preston. We met at the Delta Zeta mixer last month," she replied.

"That's right, now I remember, you were with Donna Mason. Sorry I'm not very good with names."

We both got our coffee and she invited me to sit with her. I hesitated, just for effect, and then joined her at a patio table.

Gloria gave me a little smile and said, "What are you doing Jason?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on Jason, you have been damn near stalking me for the last three weeks. Everywhere I go there you are. The same coffee shop, the same diners, even at the mall, there you are. Don't try to deny it; it has happened way too much for coincidence. You're following me, why?"

I looked at her and then confessed. I told her that it was my plan to get her to notice me.

"Again, why?" she asked.

How much to tell her? At this point I think that truth was the best way to go. Well maybe not the whole truth.

"Gloria, I want to get to know you, take you out and spend time with you. I figured that every guy that met you fell all over themselves trying to get your interest. They would tell you how pretty you are, how nicely you dressed, and anything else to flatter you. 

All of them were trying to get you to keep them for more than one date. I don't want to be just another guy to you. So I made this plan to peak your interest in me. 

I felt that if I played it cool and didn't fawn all over you, I might have a chance to really get to know you. 

"Jason that's maybe the craziest thing I even heard," Gloria responded.

"Yeah, weird huh? Well I won't bother you anymore. I'm sorry if I scared you so please don't be angry. I'm really not a psycho."

"I'm not mad, I'm flattered. No one has even gone to all that trouble just to get to know me. Usually, they ask me out and sometimes I say yes. They're all the same. They think I'm pretty and that's all they see. 

Guys seldom see or want to know about my thoughts, my goals, or my mind. You're different. Here's my address, pick me up at 7:00, take me to dinner" she ordered as she gave me a card.

"Yes my lady," I replied with a smile. Mission accomplished.

That evening on my way to pick up Gloria, I had a talk with myself. Okay, I thought, you've got a foot in the door. Don't blow it by being like all the other guys she has dated and dumped. 

Keep your head in the game, no matter how great she looks. Talk to her and pay attention. Make her believe you really care about her politics, philosophies, and goals. You have to stand out from the rest to keep her.

I pulled up to the apartment building and Gloria came out to meet me at the truck. Before I could get out to open her door, she jumped into the truck. We went to a little Italian mom & pop place that I found. It wasn't a college hang out and much more intimate. It was a nice time where we talked about a lot of different things and something strange happened. 

The plan called for me to pretend that I cared about what she was into however as the night came to a close I realized that I really did care. This girl was amazing, at least to me. That was sort of a scary thought for a player like me. I wanted to see more of her and not just as a score. I really liked this girl. 

We were sitting in the car in front of her place and I decided to come clean. I didn't know how she would take the whole truth, but I wanted this to go further. I thought I had to tell her everything.

"Gloria, I need to tell you something. What I said earlier today about not wanting to be just another guy was entirely true. However, at the time I said all that stuff it was an adaptation of my plan. 

Now after spending the evening with you, I realize that the part about getting to know you and spending time with you is actually the truth. I just didn't know it this morning. I'm sorry I did that. I have found that you are much more than just a pretty face and I do want to spend more time with you. I guess I blew it. Thanks for going to diner with me and I guess I'll see you around."

I was totally dejected; I had found a girl that actually caught my interest and my schemes and plans had lost her. Damn, I am such an ass sometimes.

"My goodness, when you get to talking you just don't stop, do you" Nice speech, but what makes it nicer is I think you really mean it. Tonight you have been different than I thought you would be."

I looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I checked you out. You have a reputation in our little community, Jason. You're a player and a good one, according to most of the girls I talked to. None of them had any complaints, by the way, except that you aren't into relationships. I know you ignored me at the mixer on purpose. It was part of this plan of yours."

"Oh hell," I groaned.

"No one has ever gone to all this trouble to meet me and get me to go out with them. It is very flattering. Let's see where this takes us. No more bullshit though. Okay?"

So started our time together. Almost every night of the week we were together. It was a whirlwind of diners, movies, and college parties. During all this I developed real feelings for Gloria. I don't know if I was in love, but it was definitely more than a just a strong like. 

We were going out so much that I finally had to cut back some. My bank roll just couldn't handle 20 to 25 dates a month. The third time I begged off on an invitation to do something with Gloria she wanted to know what was up. 

"Remember what I said when we started dating? No bullshit Jason. What is going on? You've turned me down for three dates in the last 10 days. Tell me all about it," Gloria demanded.

"I'm sorry Gloria. It's a macho male thing. I just can't afford to take you out as much as we have being doing. I'm just a working guy here. My salary isn't very large yet. Right now it doesn't leave a huge amount after expenses. It's not that I don't want to see you; I just can't afford to take you out somewhere almost every night. I'm sorry."

Gloria took my hand, smiled at me and said, "You ass! You should have said something. We don't have to spend money every time we go out. There are museums, galleries, walks by the river, and more that we can do. We can spend some evenings at your place or my place and just watch TV. You don't have to spend money every time."

"I guess I was embarrassed by my lack of money."

"Tell you what, we will go out to eat or a movie or whatever twice a week. You pay one time and I will pay the next. The other nights we will do the free stuff and just spend time together. No arguments, that's the way it will be. Unless, and I just thought of this, you just want time away from me?" Gloria stated. 

"No way. I would spend every night with you. I really want to be with you," I answered.

So that's the way it was. Shortly after that we were walking by the river one evening and the stars must have been aligned just right. We made love that night, right there on the river bank. 

It was almost perfect, except for the mosquitoes. We really didn't notice the bites until we were in the shower at her place later. That was the first night that I stayed all night in her apartment. It wouldn't be the last.

The next morning I left Gloria in bed and left to go to work. My truck wouldn't start. I ran back up to the apartment to call a taxi and she asked what was wrong. I told her about the truck and that I was calling a cab. She said it's not necessary, that I could take her car and threw me the keys. 

"It's in the basement garage in space 27. When you get off work run by your place and pick up some clothes and then come back here. You can shower and get ready here. It's my night to pick the place and my turn to buy. See you around 5:30. You better go, you'll be late." Gloria said as she kissed me.

I went to the basement garage to get her car. Hope it's not one of those little roller skates on wheels, but I guess I couldn't be picky right now. It wasn't a roller skate on wheels. 

Parked in space 27 was a 1 year old Corvette convertible. It was even my favorite color for a Vette, candy apple red. I thought I might have the wrong car, but the license plate said "Glory 1". Holy shit!

Jim and the rest of the guys saw me pull into work in the Vette. He asked me about the car and I told him it was Gloria's. 

"I admit it. You are the best there is, great one," Jim kidded me. "How did you get her car?

"My truck wouldn't start and she told me to take her car. I had no idea she even owned a car, much less a Vette," I answered him. 

I was the envy of all the guys at work and walked a little taller that day. After work I met Gloria and we went to dinner. She told me to drive her car for a while as she didn't use it very much. Now I had a Corvette to drive. I basically moved into Gloria's luxury apartment. It beat the hell out of the dive I was living in. 

We split the cost of the dates. It just seemed like every time we went to a fancy and expensive place to eat, it was Gloria's turn to pay. I'm not sure how she worked that out. She began to buy me presents. I tried to tell her it wasn't necessary but she said she liked to buy things for me. 

Gloria bought me four or five suits so I could take her to the high class parties she was invited to. The suits cost about five hundred dollars each. Nice rags.

One Sunday afternoon while on a picnic, I told Gloria I felt uncomfortable accepting all the gifts she bought me. I also told her I felt funny letting her pay for all the fancy places we went to. 

"Don't you want me to be happy, Jason?"

"Sure I want you to be happy, Gloria," I answered her.

"It makes me happy to give you things. I like going to the "fancy" places and I like going with you."

"Gloria, how can you afford all this?"

"I'm in school on a full scholarship and I have a small trust fund to pay expenses," Gloria informed me. "The fund isn't much, but with the scholarship it's enough to enjoy myself. Please Jason, don't feel uncomfortable. Let me be happy."

If I had been a man of principle I would have stopped taking her gifts, driving her car, and living in her plush apartment. Two things stopped me from showing those principles. One: I wanted Gloria to be happy and if made her happy to buy me things, I would let her. Two: I liked being pampered.

I was having a great time with Gloria. Not only did I get to drive a Vette, got really nice presents, and attend fancy places; I was doing it with Gloria. I was beginning to go past like and getting closer to love. This gal was everything I could ever want in a partner.

I thought some more about the car, the presents she bought for me, and the money she spent on our dates, I wondered where she got her money. I got on line and did a little research to get some information. 

Surprise! Gloria had money. I don't mean just comfortable, I mean rich, go to hell, type money. Small trust funds my butt. It seems that her father and uncle owned controlling interest in the largest stock and pet feed company in the country. 

According to the Internet, the company was worth in excess of 50 million dollars and Gloria is the only heir to the fortune. My girlfriend is an heiress. 

It didn't make any difference to me as I was already falling in love with her before I knew about the money. If it didn't bother her it sure didn't bother me.

We continued living together, going out, and just having a good time for eight months. Then my world came crashing down around my head.

It was Saturday morning; I had finished my shower and managed to nag Gloria into getting up. We had planned a picnic with our friends for later in the day, but we didn't have much time to waste. 

Being out pretty late last night, we had almost over slept. The door bell rang and as I finished putting on my jeans I answered it. 

The man at the door asked, "Is Gloria at home?"

"Yeah, she's in the shower. Can I help you?"

"You must be Jason," he said. "Could you tell her I'm here please?"

"Sure, who are you," I asked?

"I'm John Sterling, her fiancé," he answered.

I ask him to come in and wait. That I would tell Gloria he was here. I tried not to show it, but I was stunned. Her fiancée? What the hell? I went into the bathroom to tell Gloria.

She had just got out of the shower and when I came in she grabbed and kissed me. Gloria asked if we could skip the picnic and go back to bed.

"Gloria, there's a guy named John Sterling in the living room. He wants to see you and he says he's your fiancé. What's going on honey?"

"Oh hell," Gloria responded. "Get dressed and take him to the coffee bar downstairs. I'll call you when I'm ready."

"Gloria, what the hell? Your fiancée? I think we need to talk."

"I know, but right now I need to get dressed. I will explain everything to you later."

I went back to the living room, told the guy what Gloria had asked and escorted him down the coffee shop on the main floor. I was stunned and didn't have any idea on how to react. He looked at me with compassion. 

"I know all about you Jason, so don't start freaking out. Gloria's dad and I have known about her little romance for some time. We thought the time had finally come it put an end to it. 

Gloria and I will get married, but she keeps delaying it. She has hooked up with three guys, including you, in the last two years. If it's any consolation, you have lasted twice as long as anyone else."

"Why do you put up with that? I mean she is your fiancée. Don't you care that she lives with other men?"

"Well, you're the only one she has ever become sexually involved with or moved in with. She must care a lot about you. That's why we decided to put a stop to your affair. 




Gloria



Look Jason, you seem like a pretty good guy so I'll give you a heads up. You can parley this break up into a large sum of money. I am authorized to offer you 5 thousand dollars to just walk away."

I couldn't believe it. They were going to give me a lot of money to dump Gloria. I stared at the floor for a minute. My mind was in a whirl, what to do? Before I met Gloria, being the player I had been, I would have taken the money and run. Trouble was I was falling in love with her. I would rather have her, money or no money. 

My cell phone rang. It was Gloria and she asked me to send John up to her place. She said she would talk to me after talking to him. Gloria noticed my hesitation and said that she would only be 20 to 30 minutes and then we would talk. I sent John up to her. 

I had to wait 30 minutes to find out if my life was going to be flushed down the toilet. It was 27 minutes later when John came out of the elevator. He walked over to me.

"I'm leaving Jason. Please consider the taking the money. You deserve it for what you are going though. Gloria wants you to come up now. Good luck Jason."

He left and I got into the elevator. Gloria was waiting with the door opened. She looked at me with a sad little smile and then hugged me. I didn't know what to do or what to ask. We sat down on the couch.

Gloria started with, "Jason, I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to mislead you or to hurt you. If nothing else, believe that."

"So I'm history, is that it Gloria?" I was getting both mad and scared. 

"You were just supposed to be just a distraction for me Jason, but you sort of worked you way into my heart. I may even love you, but we have to stop this. I have to go home and do my duty to the family. Please don't hate me. I really have developed feelings for you. But it's time for me to go home."

I just sat there as Gloria started packing. She had one more surprise for me. She handed me an envelope that seemed a little heavy.

"That is the title and keys to the Corvette. I don't want it around. It would only remind me of you. The keys to the apartment are in there also. The lease is paid for another year, so you might as well make use of it. I know you don't want to take either, but please make use of them and think about me once in a while. Good bye, Jason."

So here I am, two years later, reading the society page about the wedding of the year. Gloria Preston and John Sterling were wed at etc etc etc. There were several pictures of the happy couple, except Gloria didn't look all that happy.

I still have the Vette but I no longer live at the apartment we shared. Two months after Gloria left me, I received a letter from the John Sterling. Inside was a check for 5 thousand dollars. I was tempted to cash it for about zero seconds but the check was sent back. 

Across the front I had written "SEND GLORIA... keep your damn money".

Gloria did her duty as she saw it. I hope she can find some happiness because I sure haven't been able to. 

QUOTE: Life goes on.



Gloria



Gloria worked with my Mom in a department store, located in a suburb of a major East Coast city, back in the early Seventies. She was mixed-race; the warm glow of her skin and jet-black hair hinted at European, African and Native American ancestry. She and her husband Warren had no children; he took an early retirement years earlier due to failing health. Gloria was perhaps ten years younger than Warren. She had no choice but to work at two jobs, yet was always cheerful and talkative.

I used to go over to their house to mow the lawn whenever Warren wasn't up to it. Gloria occasionally asked me to pick up some sandwiches on the way over, so she wouldn't have to cook. Both of them were wonderful to me: when Warren realized he wouldn't be able to pursue his hobby of woodworking, he gave me some of his hand tools and books. I still have a tool chest and two end tables.

In October of my senior year in high school, once I turned eighteen, I got hired as a stock boy at the same store. Sometimes Gloria would be in the break room when I walked in, other times I would see her on the sales floor. Gloria often teased me, telling me with a sly wink that the young ladies couldn't get their work done when I was around. I knew she was trying to boost my confidence, and get my mind off the drudgery of menial work.

One day Mom brought Gloria home with her during lunch break. She showed her to the bedroom and bathroom, then went into the kitchen for a bite to eat. Mom explained that Gloria had been called yesterday, for a job interview this afternoon. The plan was for Gloria to change into her best dress at our house, then Mom would drop her off at the train station on the way back to work. Gloria took a half-day off from the store, which was risky.

Minutes later, Gloria came down the stairs. I had never imagined she could be so stunning, since I had only seen her in slacks and loose-fitting tops. She wore a navy blue suit with a fitted skirt, a silk blouse, white-and-navy pumps, and nylons. That suit caressed her curves perfectly: not too loose, not too tight. As they left the house, I couldn't keep my eyes off Gloria and the way her skirt hem fluttered. A tiny bit of white lace peeked out from the vent of her skirt. Exquisite perfume hung in the air. She had applied lipstick which highlighted the natural beauty of her flawless skin. That image fueled my fantasies for a long time. How I wished I could have watched her undress from her everyday clothes, then put on her pantyhose and slip! If only I had some of her lingerie to touch and sniff! I watched her step into the passenger side of the car. She looked right at me and winked, then closed the door. Moments later, alone in the house, I had the hand lotion ready for action...

A couple of weeks passed before Gloria confided to Mom that she would be leaving the store. She got the job, a major increase in pay and much better working conditions! She gave her two weeks' notice shortly thereafter, on a Friday afternoon. Deep down inside I knew she needed to find a better job than the department store, but I was going to miss practicing flirting with her. 

Early in the new year, we learned that Warren had passed away. Gloria had an ambulance rush him to the ER in the middle of the night, but it was hopeless. Things had been looking up for Gloria - so good, that she was able to quit her second job, and work full-time at the new job. Then, sadly, she lost Warren. It wasn't unexpected, but sorrowful nevertheless.

When the weather got warm, Gloria stopped by the house on her way home from work. She had been able to buy a new car, and wanted to treat Mom and me to a casual dinner. We couldn't go, which pissed me off. Had to do it another day. I wanted to gaze at her, mentally undress her, fantasize about taking her to bed. That day, she wore a lightweight dress with a floral print, which flowed around her legs with every spring breeze. I caught the scent of that exquisite perfume again. I walked with her from the front door to her car, wanting to prolong the moment. She told me to remember her lawn needed to be mowed. I nodded, thinking to myself that her pussy needed to be stroked, caressed, kissed, satisfied. I opened the driver's side door for her, but stood where I could get a view up her dress. She smoothed the back of her dress, stepped in, and parted her knees ever so slightly while swinging her legs under the steering wheel. I saw her slip and upper thighs, but not her panties. She looked me right in the eye, knowing exactly what I was doing. My face turned scarlet red. She was grinning, with the tip of her tongue touching her lower lip. I felt the blood slam into my dick, stiffening with the force of a runaway train. She told me not to forget, then pulled away from the curb. The wetness of jizz soaked my undershorts. I walked back to the front door, awkwardly trying to hide the erection and stain.

In June I graduated from high school. Gloria didn't attend the party, but sent a card, wishing that all my dreams would come true. My dream was that her cash gift would be used to take her to a motel.

Early in August I was preparing to go away to college. My high school romance ended with a fizzle just before graduation, and I wasn't having any luck hooking up with anyone else. I couldn't afford to go to the shore for the week with my friends. I held out hope that college would bring new friends, new experiences, and an abundance of pussy. In the sweltering heat of the humid summer, however, I wasn't optimistic about anything improving real soon.

Before noon one Saturday, the phone rang. "Hello? Gloria! Hi! How are you? Good, doing great! No, she's not here, she went shopping. I don't know, maybe in an hour? I'll let her know you called. Yeah? Uh, yeah, I can do that. When? Sure. No, no, I'm not busy. I can leave here in a little bit. Do you have enough gas for the mower, or do I have to get some? OK. OK. So, I'll be there by one. OK. See you. Bye." (click)

I scribbled a note, explaining I went out and would be back later. Left it on the kitchen table. On the way to Gloria's, everything seemed surreal. I told myself it wouldn't happen, that I was fooling myself. I just couldn't get those images out of my mind, though: lingerie, lips, thighs, tongue. Lonely pussy. Lovely, lonely pussy. 

Got to her house just before one o'clock. I played it cool, trying to be on my best behavior. After all, this was my Mom's friend. If Gloria told Mom I tried to get into her pants, my life would turn to shit. I figured I really didn't have much of a chance anyway, since Gloria probably started dating already. She had to be dating. Lots of men with real jobs, real money, real lives would be after her. Oh well. My fantasy, yes. My reality, no. 

We chatted a bit in the kitchen, then I went out to mow the lawn. It didn't take long, since the summer heat slowed the lawn's growth. I put the mower back in the little shed, then knocked on the back door.

Gloria opened the door, and I walked into the kitchen. It took a second or two for my eyes to adjust to the relative darkness, coming indoors from the bright sunlight. To my delight, Gloria had gotten dressed up. She was wearing a really attractive sun dress. Better yet, she was wearing pantyhose! She brought over two glasses of sweetened iced tea. We sat at the kitchen table. The radio was tuned to a jazz station, volume turned down low. I was sweating, and the air conditioning felt so good. I wiped my face with a bandanna, and brushed some grass off my forearm. Looking at her legs, then my feet, I asked if it was OK to take off my dirty sneakers. Yes, she said, and your socks if you want to. I sat there in my bare feet, drained the glass of iced tea. Gloria brought another.

"When are you going away to college?"

"Not next weekend, but the weekend after. Probably early on Saturday."

"Looking forward to it?"

"Um, yeah, I guess, I mean, it'll be different, and I'm sure as soon as I find my way around, you know, like the places to eat in town, it'll be cool."

"Where are you going to live?"

"In a dorm. All freshmen have to live on campus. I got a work-study scholarship, so I'd rather live close by, instead of driving or bumming a ride."

"Are you taking your car?"

"Uh, yeah, but I'm not supposed to. Freshmen aren't allowed because there's not enough parking on campus, but I know someone who's gonna let me park at their place off-campus. Everybody does it, so yeah, I'll be OK."

"Did you ever find what you were looking for?" 

I paused, not knowing what Gloria meant. I just looked at her with a puzzled expression on my face.

She leaned forward, and touched my knee. "Bobby, you know. Do you remember the day I came over your house?"

"Yeah?"

"You were looking for something?" My face turned scarlet red again. I knew what she meant now.

"Yeah, um, I'm sorry about that."

"Bobby, listen. With women, you just can't take what you like, when you like. If a woman wants to share, she will, but you can't do what you did."

"I'm sorry. Uh, my curiosity got the best of me, um, it was stupid."

"No, no, no. Everybody is curious, OK? What happened to that girl you were seeing?"

"I dunno. Nothing. I mean, there was nothing there, just when we were in high school."

"Are you bashful around girls?"

"No, no, um, but sometimes I don't know how to act. I mean, I'm not a football player or nothing, not real popular I mean, and sometimes I, um, I don't know what to say or do. I get laughed at, and... I don't know, I don't know what to do. Or say."

"But you were OK at the store."

"Yeah, well, that was different. You're OK to talk to, but when the girls get in their little groups and giggle and laugh, you know, I guess they're laughing about me."

"Well. It's always been that way. Don't worry. Boys talk about girls, girls talk about boys and girls and everything. Right?"

"Right."

The warmth of Gloria's hand on my knee had my heart racing, blood flowing. I could feel my mouth getting dry, my chest getting red and blotchy. My dick was swelling.

"Bobby, have you ever seen a girl? A woman?"

"No. Not in real life, no." She must have thought I was a real loser, eighteen years old and never saw a pussy, still a virgin.

Gloria hiked her dress halfway up her thighs, still seated. I saw the lace of her slip, and caught a whiff of her body aroma. 

"Are you OK?" She giggled.

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

"You can't say anything to anyone. Ever."

"I know."

"I mean it. Promise me."

"Gloria, I promise, um, I'll never ever say anything to anyone. Ever."

We sat in silence, eyes locked. I looked down, right at her crotch. Finally she spoke.

"OK, you can look up my dress. Don't touch, just look." I slid to the floor, legs to the side, with my face almost touching her knees. She held the dress taut, then parted her knees slightly. I saw her inner thighs. She parted her knees a little more. I could see the place where her pantyhose changed color. I took a deep breath, savoring the warm smells of nylon, cotton and feminine juices. Finally, she moved her knees a little further apart, the triangle of panty becoming visible beneath the pantyhose. 

"Is that what you were looking for?"

"Yes. Yes!" She crossed her legs, then uncrossed them. She kept her knees slightly apart, showing her panties again. Gloria just smiled at me, then leaned forward and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Can I see more?" She giggled. "OK, listen. Just do what I tell you. Come on. Come on."

Gloria stood up, and walked away from the table toward the dining room. I followed obediently. She walked into the bathroom, handing me a damp washcloth. "Go ahead and wipe the grass off of yourself. I was aware of a huge, powerful erection and a wet spot in my undershorts again. I took off my t-shirt, revealing a blotchy chest. I did a quick wipe of my face, arms, and chest. Gloria wiped the sweat off my back. The chill from the air conditioning felt refreshing. She left the washcloth in the sink, the t-shirt on the window sill, then led me into her bedroom. She walked to the far side of the bed, and pulled the sheets and cover down. I did the same on my side. She sat, removed her shoes, then stood up facing me. She started unbuttoning her dress, then stopped. "Come here." I walked around the foot of the bed. "Unbutton my dress." I started at the top, working my way down the front, hands grazing between her breasts. I could see her bra, then the waistband of her half-slip. After I loosened the final button, she shrugged her shoulders, and let the dress fall. She stepped out of the puddled dress, and draped it across the back of a chair. 

"Do you want me to take your bra off for you?" I asked, hardly believing that I was speaking those words.

"No, not yet. Let me take the slip and pantyhose off." She worked her thumbs under the waistband of her slip, thrusting her ass back, then sliding it down the curve of her hips. She stepped out of it, also draping it across the chair. Next, she worked her thumbs into the waistband of her pantyhose. She wiggled it down, sat on the edge of the bed, then removed one leg at a time. They wound up being tossed in a beige clump on the seat of the chair. She faced me, revealing a beige satin soft-cup bra. Her matching beige panties, mid-rise, had lace scalloping above the leg openings and just below the waistband. I could see, faintly, a slight shadow of hair in the crotch. 

Gloria looked me in the eye, moved closer, then put her hand on my erection. She smiled, and reached with both hands to the small of my back. My erection was pressed against her as she reached down to squeeze my butt cheeks. I got a kiss on the lips, then she had her hands inside the waistband of my shorts. Down went the gym shorts, followed by my undershorts. I stepped out, leaving them on the floor. My erection was glistening from the excitement. Gloria turned to pull the drapes closed, revealing an ass with a fantastic shape. "OK," she said, "help me take my bra off." I reached for the shoulder straps, but she said "No, go around back." I used both hands to unhook the bra, savoring the sensation of her breasts rubbing against my chest. She wiggled out of the shoulder straps, stepping back momentarily to let the bra fall. It landed on my erection, hanging in mid-air. It was soft and warm, but Gloria just laughed. She tossed the bra over her shoulder with a flourish, neither of us caring where it landed. Her nipples stood out proudly, thankful for being released. Only her panties remained in place, so I went for it. I lowered my head to her abdomen, planting a little kiss on her belly. I dragged my tongue down to the waistband and tried to grab it in my teeth, but Gloria had stepped back slightly. The feminine juices smelled delicious rising from her pussy! "Bobby," she said, "look at me. OK? Promise me again that you won't say anything. OK?" "Gloria! Yes, I promise, really and truly, that I won't say a thing." Our eyes locked again. "In the bed," she commanded me. I sat on the edge near her, and scooted to the other side. That exquisite perfume she wore for special occasions was present on the sheets and pillows. Finally, she put her fingers down the front of her pretty panties. With one move, she pushed them down to below her knees. They fell the rest of the way to the floor. Pussy! There it was, not the thick patch I had expected, but a lovingly trimmed and manicured muff. I could easily see the vertical smile, with obvious moisture near the labia. I moved to the side of the bed closest to her, my eyes mere inches from her pussy lips. A faint aroma of pee mingled in with the love juices, which I found exciting. 

Gloria placed one knee on the edge of the bed, then sat down. She extended her legs toward the foot of the bed, then reached for my erection. "You can finish inside me, OK?" I nodded, expecting to shoot a load clear into the next county before long. She got on her back, then parted her legs slightly. I placed one knee between her legs, then she opened a little wider. I got both of my knees between hers. She pulled her knees toward the ceiling, and for the first time I saw the inner lips of her pussy. I wanted to put my face right in the middle of it, but Gloria told me "No, just come up here and kiss me." I did, with all the gentleness I could. I knew not to kiss aggressively or sloppily, so I just placed my mouth upon hers. My dick was right on top of her hot, wet pussy. "Make love to me, Bobby," she moaned. With a gentle push, I felt the head of my dick make contact with her pussy lips. It slid right into a delicious, tantalizing world of warmth and wetness. I felt my balls pressed between us, also conscious of her love juices slathered all over our loins. I withdrew slightly then pushed right back in. "Slower," she said. "Oh Bobby, give me the long stroke, stay in me, then give it to me sloooow!" "For you, Gloria, yes!" I exclaimed. I really thought I was expected to pound it in there aggressively, but I learned a valuable lesson: Pleasing a woman sexually can also involve savoring every square inch of her body, slowly and gently. Gloria wanted it as badly as I wanted it, and neither wanted it to end too quickly. 

I had my hands under her ass, admiring her breasts from above as they heaved with delight. Went back down to kiss her, enjoying the intense heat radiating from both of our chests. She alternated between clenching her legs tight around me, and loosening her grip. I could not believe I had a willing female beneath me, telling me how she wanted to be fucked, revealing the truths about how to please a woman. Her breathing picked up tempo just as I felt that familiar sensation deep inside my pelvis. The cum rushed out of me in those delicious spasms, while Gloria made soft, sweet panting noises. She clenched me with her legs tighter than before, then shuddered while getting a little louder. She held me inside her during the deepest part of the thrust, while I rubbed circles against her clitoris. I couldn't believe that my erection was beginning to soften. She knew, and released her legs. I rolled to my side, facing Gloria. Her hair was a little sweaty, nipples still erect, and we were both panting. "Bobby, you made me so happy now, did you know that?" She squeezed me, kissed my nose.

"Gloria, you made ME so happy! I'm glad we did it, I'm glad it was with you, yeah!" 

"I needed it SO bad, it's been so long..."

"I thought I'd never do it! At least, not anytime soon."

She kissed me again, then scooted to her side of the bed. "Now you know all about women, right?" She giggled at me, then stood up. "I'll be right back," she said.

"Where are you going?"

"In the bathroom," she said. "I want to clean up a little, and I have to pee."

"Let me help you with that." I couldn't believe I had the balls to say what I did.

"What? Wash me?"

"No, no. Um, Gloria, um, can I watch you pee?"

"Watch me pee?"

"Yeah, pleeeease? Um, that's something else about women I've never seen."

She paused. I really thought I fucked up royally that time. Shit.

"Why?"

"I just wanna see it. It's, you know, one of those taboo things, right? Not supposed to talk about it in polite society? Sorry, I just don't know much about those secret female places and things, and, um, who else can I trust to give me an answer? I mean, I don't want to get busted peeking inside someone's window, or through a keyhole. I want it to be somebody I know showing me."

"I know what you mean, I... I never had anybody ask me to do that before." She looked away for a moment, then said, "All right, you can watch. You're still going to keep quiet about everything, remember." I followed her into the bathroom. She sat down, then opened her legs just enough for me to see her stream begin. "I can't open too wide, it'll splatter all over." She laughed, and told me "I tried that a few times, when I was little, and once out in the woods. I wanted to do just what the boys did, but without a weenie!" The first drops gave way to a strong, golden flow. A couple of tiny golden drops attached themselves to her pubic hair right along the labia. The pee hit the water, making the familiar sound, creating bubbles in the process. The stream slowed to a trickle, then just a few drops. It stopped. She reached over to the toilet paper holder, and gathered a few sheets in her hand. I stopped her. "May I?" She gave me the paper, and said, "Don't be rough. Just go easy, easy. You only have to make one pass, from front to back, toward my bottom. Or you can just dab at it, that'll work." I did exactly as she said, gently pressing against the smile several times. Made sure I got the stray drops caught in the hair too. Dropped the damp paper in the bowl. She stood up, closed the lid, and flushed. "Is that what you wanted?" asked Gloria. "Yeah, pretty much. I really wanted to see the actual secret hidden opening do its thing, but I see how that could get messy." "Well, you were gentle," said Gloria. "Maybe next time."




Gloria



Back in the bedroom, my mind still spinning from everything I had seen, smelled, touched, tasted and heard, I paused to admire Gloria as she gathered her lingerie. "Did you want to get cleaned up?" she asked. I said, "I guess not, because my clothes are all dirty and sweaty."

"I'll put them in the wash, if you want. They smell like gasoline from that old mower." 

"Sure, I guess, but what else could I wear?"

"I have some pajamas I bought from the store for Warren. He never even wore them. You can take them with you. OK?"

"OK, thanks."

"Let me get some towels. You want to take a shower?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You don't sound too excited."

"Um, this has been the most exciting day of my life!" I exclaimed. Gloria giggled with me. "Bobby, I meant, do you want to take a shower with me?"

"Yes, yes, YES!"

She turned on the water, then put on a shower cap. "I forgot. Be right back." She walked away, stark naked except for the shower cap, headed for the washing machine. Gloria came back into the bathroom, swaying her hips in a gentle dancing motion. "OK, I'll scrub your back first," she told me. I followed her over the edge of the bathtub, then pulled the shower curtain closed. Damn! This was great! I quickly shampooed my hair. Gloria had some kind of exotic sponge that, she said, would remove dead skin and make me feel like a million dollars. She worked every square inch of my back in slow circles, using some expensive "cleansing formula" ("It's not soap, it's a gentle, balanced cleanser. Big difference!" she told me.) It did feel good. Very good. So good, in fact, that my erection returned. Gloria laughed, "I see you like this!" "How could I not love this?" I grinned. I scrubbed Gloria's back with the same meticulous care. I put a few drops of the expensive cleansing formula in my hands. Standing behind Gloria, I reached around to lather up her breasts. She squealed with delight, and my erection sought to get between her ass cheeks. "Not there!" she told me. I finished her legs and ass with the washcloth. While I scrubbed myself, she did a quick leg shave. Outside, we dried each other off. The washer stopped; Gloria transferred everything to the dryer. The erection still blazed in my lap. "Those girls at the store didn't know what they were missing!" exclaimed Gloria. "Those girls at college are gonna wonder where I learned to please a woman!" I hollered. We both laughed. 

Back in Gloria's bedroom, I slow-stroked her again for all I was worth. This second time was far more relaxed: less sexual tension, no fear of rejection or poor performance. I imagined myself as Mr. Suave and Sophisticated, who soon would have a waiting list of women begging for my Slow-Stroke expertise. Later in life, I learned that there is no single, foolproof, guaranteed way to turn a woman on. That's a topic for a future discussion...

Gloria and I shared her bed only one more time, when I made a trip home from college to grab my winter clothes. On impulse, I drove by her house. She answered the door with a smile. She made me earn the pussy: I had to take her out for a bite to eat, bring the Christmas decorations down from the attic, take her car to the local quick oil change ("They won't rip you off like they would a woman," she explained), and clean the autumn leaves (complete with a recently-deceased squirrel) out of her gutters. Just to be nice, I told her that I would change her furnace filters too. I learned that in a class on entrepreneurship: deliver extra value, exceed the customer's expectations! Worked for me. After we showered, she broke the news: While I was gone and because she hadn't heard from me (implication: I'm a selfish, insensitive, fuck 'em-and-forget 'em piece of shit) she accepted an invitation to dinner from a man she met riding the train to work. He was a sweetheart, treated her nice, but at first seemed to be too reserved, too humorless. By the end of the evening he came out of his shell, once they discovered their mutual interest in jazz and swing music. He confessed that he loved music but didn't know how to dance, and dreaded being invited to the dance floor. Gloria told him with a sly wink not to worry, she could help. As a matter of fact, she knew exactly how to open men's minds to new worlds. She taught me a painful lesson that day too. Anyway, she expected to move on with her life, with her new beau in a starring role. 

They did get married almost two years later. After thirty years together, Gloria passed away in her sleep at a nursing home. Her husband followed her to the grave only weeks later. Today, I left a single red rose, wrapped in feminine lace, at her headstone. In the distance, the groundskeeper's lawn mower hummed a mournful note.



Gloria



My wife Pat and I have been married for 6 years.. I am 45 years old and in pretty good shape and Pat is 40 and keeps herself trim and fit.

Sex between us has been tapering off for the last year or so, and Pat just tells me that she just isn't in the mood for sex more than two or three times a month. I had planned a week long romantic vacation for us in Miami, thinking that we just needed to get that spark back. During the whole vacation Pat and I only had sex once. The sex was really good and satisfying, but I still longed for more.

On the three hour flight home to New York, Pat and I were quietly discussing the issue. We tried to be as quiet as possible since we had a woman sitting next to Pat on the plane. We had introduced ourselves when we got into our seats, and this woman's name was Gloria. She was very attractive. She had dark brown hair and appeared to be 35 years old. She was on her way home from visiting family in Miami. As our flight progressed, Gloria appeared to be asleep and Pat and I had our discussion. Pat kept repeating that she loves me but is just not that interested in sex as much as I am. She said that sex with me is wonderful and I never fail to give her several orgasms. She just didn't want it as often as I did.

The last hour of our flight I sadly and quietly stared out the little window of the plane, watching the clouds and landscape go by. Pat, and the now awake Gloria, were making idle chit chat about their jobs, shopping etc...

After we landed, we said goodbye to Gloria and made our way to the carousel to get our luggage. As we walked towards the exit, luggage in tow, Gloria walked up to us and said goodbye again, thanking Pat for the friendly conversation. Pat said her goodbye first and walked towards the exit, and as I said goodbye, Gloria secretly slipped a piece of paper into my hand and gave me a warm smile. As we exited, she got into a taxi and I stuffed the paper into the pocket of my jeans. The 45 minute car service ride home was quiet and uneventful.

After arriving home and tossing the dirty clothes from the suitcase into the hamper, Pat got into the shower. I remembered the paper in my pocket and pulled out the wrinkled note and read it. In this beautiful handwriting the note said, "Joe, I couldn't help but overhear the conversation you had with Pat. She seems to be a loving and wonderful woman but it's a shame she doesn't have as high a sex drive as you do. I think you are a sweet and good looking guy and if you are interested.....call me", and written in the note was her phone number. I sat on the edge of the bed and thought about Gloria's proposition. A minute or so later the shower was shut off and I heard Pat drying herself off. Before she walked back into the bedroom, I stashed the note into my sock drawer. Pat walked into the room naked, rubbing a towel through her long black hair. As I stared at her sexy body, she smiled and gave me a kiss. She saw that I was still a little melancholy and she said she was sorry for making me feel that way. She sat on the edge of the bed and told me to come to her. As she undid the belt on my jeans, she told me she was sorry again and she tugged down my jeans releasing my cock. I stepped out of my jeans and underwear, and Pat took my soft cock into her warm mouth.. Pat quickly got my cock hard, loudly sucking on the head and then taking my full 7 inches into her throat. Pat's little hand cupped and squeezed my heavy balls and then she took each one into her mouth and gently sucked on them. Pat wrapped her hand around the shaft of my hard, excited cock, and she stroked it with a firm grip. Her lips returned to my cock as she stroked it, and a couple of minutes later I exploded into her mouth. Pat swallowed the mouthful of cum she extracted from my balls, and then licked up the drops on the head as she pulled up on the softening shaft. She dried my saliva coated cock and balls with her towel, stood up and gave me a kiss. Then she went back into the bathroom to dry her hair. I got out of the rest of my clothes and went to sleep. For the next few days there was no further sex between Pat and I. The note that Gloria gave me was on my mind but I did not act on it.

A week had gone by since we returned from our vacation, and when I arrived home from work, I went up to our bedroom to change out of my suit to relax. A minute or two later, Pat walked in. She had Gloria's note in her hand. "I was putting the laundry away and I found this with your socks" Pat said, while holding up the piece of paper. "Did you call her?"

"No, I didn't call her." I nervously replied.

"But you kept the note. Have you been thinking about calling her? Do you think she is attractive?" Pat asked.

"Honestly Pat, it has crossed my mind, but I keep dismissing the idea. I really do love you, but I've been disappointed with our sex life, and I have needs. I'm sorry." I said, while looking down at the carpeted floor.

"I know." Pat said quietly. She sat next to me on the bed. "After I found the note, I called Gloria. I was angry at first, but as we chatted, I calmed down. Gloria and I had a long conversation and I invited her over tonight".

   I looked at Pat and I said, "You told her to come over? Why?"

   Pat replied, "I was happy to hear that you didn't call her, and as we talked, Gloria made me realize that you have needs that I am not fulfilling. I guess it took the words of another woman to make me understand what you're going through and how you perceive the changes in our sex life."

  "So why is she coming here?" I asked.

  "I think we need to get to know Gloria better. I liked her when we spoke on the plane, and after I calmed down on the phone, I felt comfortable opening up to her." Pat calmly said. "She will be here at 7. Take a shower and come down for dinner. We only have an hour and a half until she arrives." Pat walked out of the bedroom and disappeared. I got into a hot shower, and thought about what just happened. I was confused.

Dinner was quiet as we ate the roast chicken and rice that Pat made. I think we were both a little nervous. Pat and I had just finished putting away the dinner dishes when the doorbell rang promptly at 7. Pat went to answer the door.

From the kitchen, I heard Pat greet Gloria. It all sounded friendly and Pat yelled from the living room telling me Gloria was here and to bring the wine and glasses. I opened the bottle of Pinot and walked into the living room with the bottle and glasses in my hand. Gloria stepped towards me and smiled. She kissed me on the cheek. Pat Invited Gloria to sit on the couch and Pat sat next to her. I poured the wine and gave each girl her glass. I sat across from them in the oversized chair. As the girls sipped their wine and chatted, I gazed upon them both. Pat looked great with her black hair cascading over her deep blue sweater. Her 38C breasts pushing out the cotton fabric. She had just kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs underneath her on the couch. Her dark jeans tightened around her firm ass, half of which was facing me. Gloria had on a maroon top, buttoned low enough where you can easily see her cleavage but nothing more. I figured her breasts to be slightly smaller than Pat's, maybe a 36 or 38B. Her black slacks were tailored well, giving you the hint of a shapely ass. Pat caught me staring at Gloria and brought me back to reality with a loud and deliberate "Ahem!" Both girls just laughed as my eyes met each of theirs.

  "More wine please." Pat requested. As I stood in front of her and poured, she put her bare foot onto my crotch and rubbed. "Yup, just as I thought Gloria. He was getting a hard on while he was looking at you." Her foot confirming my semi rigidness. I was guilty. I was starting to get hard, but not just from looking at Gloria.

   "To be honest, I was getting excited while looking at both of you." I finally said while refilling Gloria's glass. "You both are very beautiful women." 

   Pat stood up and kissed me. "Thank you baby." she said in reply to the compliment. "Gloria and I discussed a little more on the phone than what I told you earlier. We both agreed that you are not being satisfied sexually. She figures a couple times a week she can come over and you two can take care of each others needs." I looked at Pat and then at Gloria and then back at Pat again. "It's ok with me honey. I'm secure in your love for me and I know I'm not taking care of you as I should." she said quietly in my ear.

   "That's if it's ok with you, Joe." Gloria said. "I know we didn't include you in our plan, and this is all coming at you at once."

   "It's oh oh ok with me." I stammered. 

   "Good." said Gloria, "I don't have a steady boyfriend because of the demands of my job, and I have needs too. This should work out for all our benefits."

   Gloria put her wine glass on the end table and stood up. Pat took her hand and put it in mine and stepped back. "I'm just gonna watch." Pat said as she sat back down on the couch.

   I pulled Gloria slowly towards me and we kissed. Slowly and awkwardly at first. Then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. I could taste the wine on her tongue and her firm breasts pressing into my chest. My left hand slid to her ass and I felt just how firm it was. Gloria's hand found its way to my cock and she rubbed her palm over the fabric of my jeans. "Mmmmmm." was all I heard from her throat.

   "I wanna taste you." Gloria said in a soft and husky voice. She knelt down in front of me and undid my belt and unsnapped my jeans. 

   "He likes his balls squeezed and sucked on too" Pat said from the couch. I almost forgot she was there and I immediately felt embarrassed. She just looked into my eyes and smiled.

   Gloria pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees and her cool hand wrapped itself around the base of my hard, hot cock. Gloria licked and kissed the head a few times before taking me into her wet mouth. I looked down at her as she slowly sucked on my cock. I realized that she was the only other woman to do this to me other than Pat for the last bunch of years. I was getting lost into myself as her lips and tongue glided over my shaft. My eyes were closed and my fingers went into Gloria's soft brown hair. Gloria's other hand found it's way to my heavy balls and she rolled them around. She was taking me into her throat now and she would push out her tongue to tickle my sack. I was in heaven. Gloria released my cock and went to work on my balls. She licked the sack and got it all wet, and then one at a time she took each of my balls into her mouth, lightly sucking on them.

   "Maybe we should go upstairs?" Pat said. When I opened my eyes, I saw that she was now kneeling next to Gloria so she could get a birds eye view of the action. Gloria stopped the loving she was giving to my balls, and Pat helped her up. Both women went upstairs together, leaving me with a hard, saliva coated cock which was now feeling the effects of the cool air, and my pants around my knees. I kicked off my shoes and jeans and carried them up to the bedroom.

   When I got into my bedroom, I was surprised to see Pat undressing Gloria. "It's about time you got here. I'm getting Gloria ready for you." Pat said. I pulled off my shirt and Pat had just finished taking off Gloria's top, leaving her in only her black lace bra and matching thong. "Lay back on the pillows Gloria and let him tongue your pussy. Joe is really good at giving a woman head" Pat told her. Pat went and sat in the chair in the corner of the room. The one she snuggles in and reads her novels. Gloria did as she was told and I slid between her legs. I pulled the tiny piece of lace material aside and I got my first look of Gloria's pussy. She was totally shaven. I parted her tiny labia and saw how wet her bright pink pussy was. I looked back at Pat who now was slouched down into the big chair. Her hand was inside her open jeans and she was slowly touching her pussy. Pat was never one to play with herself and this was a rare sight. I smiled at her and then turned back to Gloria. 

   "Taste my pussy. It's on fire. It's been so long....please Joe?" Gloria whimpered. My tongue came in contact with her labia. Gloria moaned as it pushed past the lips and into her pussy. She was so sweet and I lapped up her dew. My tongue would only brush past her clit every now and then, teasing her . I licked her steamy pussy from top to bottom, inside and outside for about 10 minutes, avoiding any deliberate contact with her now swollen clit. Gloria had her hands in my hair and kept trying to push her clit onto my tongue. I resisted over and over. The final time she tried and failed, she started to say "You bast..." and I sucked hard on her clit. "aaard!' Gloria yelled as she began to orgasm. Her breathing was quick and labored as she came, her fingers pulling my hair. I sucked her clit through her whole orgasm and then licked up her juices. As her grip on my hair and head eased, I knew she was done, I eased myself from between Gloria's legs and rolled onto my back. As I was catching my own breath, Pat jumped next to me and kissed me deeply. Her tongue searched my whole mouth, tasting Gloria's juices. 

  While lost in our kiss, I felt Gloria's warm mouth once again on my cock. While she slowly sucked my cock back to hardness, Pat broke our kiss and started to undue Gloria's bra. After she opened the clasps, she went to work peeling Gloria's thong down her smooth legs. Pat went back to her chair and before she sat down, she slipped off her jeans and panties. She tossed off her sweater and bra next, and slouched down in the big chair totally naked. The dark nipples capping Pat's large breasts were pointing straight out. I have never seem them that excited or erect before. I noticed that she was staring at Gloria's firm ass. Gloria sucked me back to full hardness and then sat up on her knees. Gloria's bra skipped off and she removed her arms from the straps and tossed it to the floor. Gloria's breasts sat proud on her chest with no sag. Her bright pink areolas and nipples begged to be pinched and sucked. Gloria climbed on top of me and positioned the head of my cock at the slick opening of her pussy. She slowly sat down on my cock, her tight pussy stretching around my girth. Gloria's eyes were closed, and when she had me fully buried inside of her, my hands went right to her tits. I gently squeezed each breast and rolled her nipples between my fingers. The head of my cock feeling the heat of her depths just intensified the moment. Gloria started to raise and lower her slick pussy around my cock. She was really wet and I started to thrust into her in time with her fucking me. Gloria didn't want this fast or hard. She was enjoying the sensations of having a cock inside of her again. Gloria lowered her torso down to me and gave in to my slow thrusts. I raised my head and took her right nipple into my mouth. Her eyes were still closed and she had a little smile on her pretty face. Her pussy felt so good loving my cock and I was lost in the moment just as she was. I was surprised to feel Pat's hands sliding up mp my legs. She was watching her husbands cock fucking another woman's pussy. A few seconds later, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and took it from Gloria's pussy. Pat took my cock into her warm mouth and sucked on it. Then she put me back inside Gloria's wet pussy. This happened several more times, and I loved the different sensations it caused. Gloria was getting close to her orgasm and frankly so was I. Gloria lowered herself even closer to me and put her cheek next to mine. Between breaths she whispered into my ear, "Harder. Cum in my pussy." I did as I was told and thrust into her pussy harder. My hands were on Gloria's ass squeezing and spreading the cheeks. Pat's hands went to mine and opened Gloria's ass a little wider. I was fucking her harder and faster now, my balls slapping onto her ass. Gloria let out a deep and long moan as she came for the second time. I felt her pussy squeezing around the shaft of my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer. My stiff cock began to spasm and twitch and my heavy balls released their load of cum into Gloria's pussy. "I can feel your cum splashing onto the walls of my pussy." Gloria said into my ear. I continued to fill her pussy and then felt Pat's hand kneading my balls making sure they released all of their juices. Gloria eased herself off of me, and Pat helped her. When my softening cock was released from Gloria's just fucked cunt, some cum and pussy juice mixture dribbled out of Gloria and onto my cock and balls. 

   "Let me take care of you." Pat quietly said. Pat helped Gloria lay back onto a pillow and gave her a little peck on the lips. Pat slid down between Gloria's legs and I was astonished to see her begin to lap up my cum from Gloria's swollen pussy lips. Gloria's hands went to her pussy and her fingers opened her lips wider so Pat could easily lick up the mess. I watched intently as my wife ate my cum from another woman's pussy. Two of Pat's sexily manicured fingers slid inside Gloria's pussy and came out covered in cum. Pat licked her fingers clean and slid them back in again. She pulled out more of my cum and looked at it coating her fingers. She turned to me and said "I guess your balls were pretty full?" As I stared at Pat still amazed at what she was doing, she put her cum coated fingers to my lips and slipped her fingers into my mouth. I was no stranger to tasting my own cum since Pat and I used to practice that regularly, and I sucked her fingers clean. 

   Gloria was watching the both of us and uttered, "That's fuckin hot!" Pat dipped her fingers inside Gloria again and came out with the last of the semen. Gloria took Pat by the wrist and took her fingers into her mouth sucking them clean. "We taste pretty good." Gloria said. Pat had finished cleaning Gloria and then went to work cleaning my cock and balls next. "Don't swallow that!" Gloria commanded, as Pat sucked up what dribbled onto me from Gloria's pussy. She held the mixture in her mouth and as she sat up, Gloria kissed Pat deeply, their tongues swirling the mixture into each others mouth. Both women swallowed their share and then giggled at the same time. "I've never done that with a woman before." Gloria said.

   "Neither have I." said Pat. "As I watched Joe fucking you, I got really turned on. Something came over me and I wanted to join in. I have never been with another woman before and it just seemed right. I hope you two don't mind. I know I said I was just going to watch."

   "I don't mind." Gloria said. Both women looked at me next.

   "I loved it!" I replied. " "And I love you honey." I said to Pat."

   "Pat must be in pain Joe. I think we should help her aching pussy feel better." Gloria said. "Pat, I've never been with another woman either, so I hope you will allow me to try and return the pleasure you gave me and also for unselfishly sharing Joe ."

   "I'd love it!" Pat exclaimed. 

   "Help me get her ready for your cock." Gloria told me. Pat laid back and looked at me and smiled. Gloria started to kiss Pat on her neck and moved to her lips. Both women kissed slowly and deeply. I took one of Pat's hard nipples into my mouth and licked and sucked on her lightly. Pat's arm and hand wrapped around my head and I noticed that she was doing the same to Gloria with her other hand . Gloria broke their kiss and licked and kissed her way down Pat's neck and chest, stopping at her other breast to suck on her free nipple. Gloria looked into my eyes as we each licked and sucked on a large breast. Gloria then kissed her way down pats stomach and stopped at her pussy. Gloria spread Pat's pussy lips open. She gazed at the wet pink inner lips. Gloria slowly lowered her face towards Pat's aching cunt and inhaled. A little grin grew on Gloria's lips and she went in for her first taste of another woman. I watched as Gloria's tongue found it's way inside Pat's juicy opening. Upon her first real taste, Gloria raised her head and muttered, "Sweet." Then she went to work on Pat, lovingly eating her. I moved up and knelt to Pat's head and turned her face towards my limp cock. Her eyes were closed but she instinctively parted her lips and took me inside. She bathed my cock with her warm saliva and I quickly grew inside her mouth. I withdrew from Pat and got behind Gloria. I eased her onto her knees and slightly spread her legs apart. I tongued her pussy and then her ass. Then I slid my hard cock into her pussy and began fucking her tight pussy. Pat was moaning louder now and her nails were clawing at the sheets. I began to fuck Gloria harder when I saw this, which pushed her tongue deeper into Pat's pussy.




Gloria



When Pat was on the edge of coming, I loudly said to Gloria, "Suck her clit!" and I eased my thrusts. Gloria took Pat's clit between her lips and sucked on it hard. Pat immediately came and flooded Gloria's surprised mouth. Gloria hurriedly licked up what she could of Pat's orgasm, but a little puddle wet the sheets. 

    Gloria's lips and chin were covered in Pat's juices. I pulled out of her pussy and she moved up and began kissing Pat again. Pat kissed and licked her juices from Gloria's face . "That was great!" Pat told her. Gloria had a big smile on her face from the compliment and the women started to kiss again. I climbed between Pat's still spread legs and pushed my hard dick into her swollen and slick pussy. I fucked Part deeply and slowly. I could last a lot longer now since I came once already and I fucked her to her second orgasm about 10 minutes later. After she came, Pat told me to lay down on my back. My wet cock was pointing straight up towards the ceiling. Both women crawled between my legs and began to suck on my cock and balls. I was in heaven. I had two beautiful women orally loving my cock. I watched as they licked the shaft, their tongues intertwined. The sexiness of two beautiful women enjoying the pleasure they were giving to me is indescribable. Pat slipped her index finger into Gloria's mouth and Gloria looked a little confused but sucked and licked it anyway. When pat felt it was sufficiently wet, she said "Watch this." and pushed her wet finger into my tight ass. Pat knows that drives me wild and will produce an explosive orgasm. Gloria looked at me and smiled. Pat fingered my ass all the way to her second knuckle massaging my prostate.

   "Can I try that?" Gloria asked Pat.

   "Sure! But you will need to use two fingers now since he loosened up." As Pat licked my ass and stroked my cock, Gloria stuck two fingers into her mouth and looked me straight in my eyes as she seductively got them wet with her saliva. Gloria pulled her fingers from her mouth, a string of saliva formed between her full lips and her fingers. "Just push them in slowly. Don't worry about hurting him with your nails, he likes the way they feel. When you feel the spongy mass the size of a walnut, you found his prostate. It's the male version of our G-spot. Just rub it and play with it." pat instructed. I couldn't wait for Gloria to find my prostate. I wanted to be fingered so badly. Gloria took my cock back into her mouth and eased her long fingers inside. She slid them in and out a few times and then went searching for my prostate. Her fingers felt so good inside me, and a moment later, she found it.

   When I gasped at the pleasure her fingers and mouth caused, she let go of my cock and said "Found it!" She returned to sucking me. 

   Before Pat joined her on my dick, she told Gloria, "When I say stop, keep fingering him but stop sucking. With your free hand massage his balls and watch his dick." The women then went to work sucking on my cock and balls. My eyes were closed and all I heard was the sounds of their slurps and the saliva that dribbled down my balls to my ass, kept Gloria's fingers slick and they made a squishing noise too. My breathing was becoming heavy and I was getting close to cumming. Pat knows when I am on the verge of orgasm and said to Gloria, "stop." Gloria did as she was told and stopped sucking. She quickly massaged my balls which were tightening and a second later I came. My cock exploded! I shot rope after rope of searing hot cum about eight inches into the air, which splattered onto my stomach and cock. Some splashed onto Gloria's hand that was squeezing my balls. Cum kept oozing from the head of my cock, forming a pool of jizz at the base. "Take your hand out of his ass and very tightly stroke his cock slowly from the base all the way to the tip. Milk him dry!" Gloria did as she was told and she drew even more cum from me. Semen oozed down over her fingers and sexy French nails. When Gloria could no longer squeeze any fore fluid from my cock, both women began to lick up all the cum that they extracted. Gloria had me clean her manicured fingers as she licked my sticky balls. Pat sucked up the pool that formed at the base of my dick and pushed some of it into my mouth which I swallowed. When they were done, the girls kissed and swapped what they had in their mouths. Gloria ended up with her mouth full and then proceeded to feed it to me in a deep kiss. I swallowed all that was given to me and we all laid back on the bed tired, our bodies intertwined.



Gloria



Word had circulated in my neighborhood about my acceptance to college. It was an epic achievement considering I grew up in an area plagued by drugs and poverty. My mother had raised me under the rule of her heavy hand so in many ways I was sheltered and naive. 

I had turned eighteen a few weeks before the letter arrived and looked forward to finally getting out into the world. Word spread quickly in the building I lived in that I would be heading off to college soon as the summer ended.

I got the typical congratulations and well wishes with the occasional joke about finally being a man. I took it all in stride as awkward as it was to be the center of attention I was willing to stand it to see the pride in my mothers eyes.

I was handy with computers in an era before online tutorials, this was the mid 1990s so people were less acclimated with solving technical issues. I made ok money at it but it was limited because due to the low income residents where I resided a computer wasn't your typical household item. I voiced my financial concerns to my mother because the reality was that even if I was off to college on a scholarship there were living expenses it would not cover. 

I did not want to burden her with worries but I hoped she would help me find additional work regardless of what it was. She started talking to her lady friends about my situation. I didn't want to be a charity case, I was willing to work for anything I could get and had no issues taking on something I may not know how to do. 

The only person who offered me a job was her friend Gloria, another single mom who was raising her teen daughter two floors up. Gloria's daughter Maria had hit that stage where she realized she was pretty and cared more about popularity than keeping her grades in shape. It caused a ton of issues between them and the situation had become strained. 

Gloria came down to our apartment on a Sunday and joined us for lunch, we sat down talking about my moving, how everyone was so proud of me, and other typical stuff you discuss with close friends of the family. Gloria had been friends with my mother since we moved there a little over a decade before, they had come to become good friends by being single mothers and both participating in the association of tenants that forced the landlords hands to repair things. 

The topic of my imminent departure soon turned to the woes of her struggles with her daughter. After a while I excused myself and left them to continue their conversation.

I ran into Gloria again a few days later while waiting for the elevator, I was in the lobby jabbing at the button for the elevator that spent most of it's time out of service when she came in from outside. She joked that it was probably broken again to which I grunted my agreement. A nine flight climb awaited me, and eleven for her. She joked that nine flights shouldn't be much for a young fit boy like me so we took off side by side pounding the steps to get to our apartments. 

We made small talk about this or that, mostly the weather and about my lack of success in finding ways of supplementing my income. By the time we reached my floor we had fallen into a pattern of basic chattering about life and such. I went to bid her goodbye and grabbed the doorknob leading to my hallway when she said perhaps I could help her with Maria. Maria was failing a few classes and she could use any help she could get. 

I knew Gloria worked for little money so accepting money from her would be not be in the cards. She was a close friend and he had been good to both my mother and I. I accepted her offer but emphasized I would be happy to help as long as she did not try to pay me for it.

Gloria walked over and hugged and told me that my mother had raised me well. When she pulled away I could see her eyes had watered up, at that age seeing her tearing up made me uncomfortable. So I made light of it and asked her when it would be convenient for me to stop by. We settled on this coming weekend and both went on our way. 

I informed my mother that I would be helping Maria with her studies which started her off on how that child had turned so rotten and the usual stuff mothers rant about when they perceive someone as a bad apple. I ignored most of it and went about my way.

Saturday rolled around so I made my way upstairs to Gloria's, I knocked on the door and was greeted by Gloria in a great mood with a big smile. She welcomed me in and offered me a soda which I politely declined. Maria was waiting in their living room with a pile of books and folders with a look on her face that made it clear that she was not cool with this arrangement. I had been close to Maria but that ended two years ago when she entered high school and changed. 

I set off on asking her what she was failing and what she was having trouble with, it felt like I was questioning a hostile prisoner who refused to offer up information. Her mother intervened and offering up the information, inside it was something I appreciated because it made Maria squirm in her chair. I spent the next two hours teaching her shortcuts that helped me retain information faster than and more efficiently. We got to talking about her issues with her science teacher, who I knew first hand was a woman with a strong personality and zero tolerance for defiance. 

By the end of our first sit down she seemed a bit more relaxed because I wasn't preaching as much as teaching her the ropes on how to handle things better. Eventually the conversation turned to my leaving for college and how cool she thought it was that I was getting away. I knew this was the bait I needed to use to get her to maybe focus more on school. I sold her on the idea that it was the best and easiest way out from under her mothers roof, I had known plenty of rebels and the way to get their attention is by playing their game to your own benefit. 

Gloria popped back out as I was making my way out of their apartment and tried to slide ten dollars into my hand. I refused and said I was more than happy to help and that she didn't need to pay me for helping. She again hugged me this time a bit more tightly pressing her breasts hard against my chest. I hugged her back and held the tight embrace longer than I probably should. 

Despite the stirring in my boxers I felt she needed this hug, I hadn't seen many men in her life so I only could imagine it had been long since she felt any intimacy. We parted and agreed I should come by again next weekend and continue helping Maria. This wasn't something I planned to do long term but I couldn't possibly turn my back on them now.

I went home and tried to take my mind off the hug and the fact that Gloria was a grown sexy woman in her late 30's. I wasn't a virgin as that ship had sailed a few years back in one of those messy five minute moments that teenagers tend to share. I had since had very little intimate contact with the opposite sex and was therefore very inexperienced. All of my knowledge had come from talks with friends, my one encounter, and lots of porn. I couldn't jerk off and risk getting busted so I took to playing video games for the next few hours and eventually called it a night.

The week went by in a haze, I had managed to get called in for two simple repairs. A simple hard drive upgrade, and some virus clean up. The hundred bucks went straight into my savings, splurging on things was not in the cards. The shop owner that got me these gigs was nice enough to give me a brand new laptop for what he called "for you to help lead the future". 

I had always done right by him and he had appreciate my willingness to work and the fact I was helping him expand his business. I knew he charged people plenty for these services and sometimes these clients wanted to bypass him and deal with me directly but I would decline. Since some of the money I had been saving was geared towards the purchase of one this took a ton of pressure off my back. 

My mother was excited for me but was at the time someone who didn't exactly understand what a laptop actually did. This was an expensive piece of technology in those days so showing it off wasn't a good idea. So my chances to show it off were very limited, besides my friends who came over that week and toyed around with it my only other audience was Gloria and Maria. The laptop offered me a great way of getting quick access to information or relatively quick in a dial up era. Tutoring Maria would be considerably simpler if Gloria allowed me to use her phone line to get online.

That Saturday I tossed my laptop in my backpack and lunged up the two flights of stairs to Maria's place. I was again greeted by Gloria with her smile and her offer for a soda which this time I accept. She went into her kitchen and commented that I seemed in great spirits that day and joked about their must being some lucky girl. I blushed and stuttered about how she was wrong and that I had something exciting to share with them. I grabbed the soda and thanked her and made my way to their living room. 

Maria was again sitting in front of her pile of books a bit less doom and gloom but not exactly happy to see me. I said hi and unhooked my backpack and put down the soda on top of a pile of books. 

I sat down next to her and pulled the computer out of my backpack. "That's cool" was all Maria said this was the most interest she had shown me in years. I laughed and popped open the laptop and waited for it to boot up. Gloria joined us asking all sorts of questions about how it worked and what it could be used for. 

Maria started answering her questions and helping her mom understand bit better the idea that this was a full sized computer in more of a compact form. Gloria glanced over at me as Maria gave her a torrent of information on the uses of a personal computer. Gloria was a bit shocked at Maria's knowledge, she had used one at school and knew how to become quite familiar with how to operate it. This was the next hour or so before we finally hit the books, Maria had lots of questions of her own this time once her mother excused herself leaving us to work. We logged onto the internet and I showed her a few websites she could use at the school computer to get answers and find information.

After two and half hours Maria informed me that she had plans with her friends and had to go but that she had fun. She kissed me on the cheek and ran off to her room to change and then go. I sat in front of the computer while she did so and used their phone line as my connection to the net. Maria again said goodbye and left. 

I started gathering all of my cords and to put the computer away when I heard the swish of slippers being dragged across tiled floor. Gloria came out in a house dress and was startled a bit by my presence. 

"I didn't know you were still here" she said "I thought that was you who had just left". I told her that it was her daughter who had left to meet up with friends, during my explanation I gave her a good once over. The house coat was just something she wore around the house but it wasn't of a thick material and did little to hide her abundant breasts despite its modest nature. 

She must've noticed my stare because she apologized for her state of appearance. "No you are fine, you are home" was my reply as I started shoveling the cable line and the power source into my bag. 

"You must be having a lot of fun with your new toy" she joked and smiled. I nodded and smiled back trying my hardest to not look her way. She walked over picked up my empty can of soda and started to talk.

"Maria hasn't spoken that much to me in so long" she stated "it was nice to be talk to and not talk through for once". "Yeah, she can be a tough nut to crack" I replied "but she's a smart kid and if she learns to focus can turn things around". Gloria got all teary eyed again and I felt obligated to follow her into the kitchen and embrace her. Why I decided to hug her when her back was to me was something I will always wonder but I did. I held her tight and she brought her hands up to mine and held them in place. 

We stood there for a few minutes with my head resting on her shoulder, she then let go of my hands so I removed my arms from around her. My little fried had grown full mast in the process being pressed against her pliant ass but she made no mention of it and had held me there minutes after it could clearly be felt. She turned and leant in to kiss me on the cheek but in my nervousness over the situation i leant in the wrong way and our lips came into contact. 

She instantly shot back and started apologizing, I started stammering and apologizing as well. No it was my fault, no it was mine or so went that moment. I must've turned various shades of blush in the process, my dick was hard and I was thankful for the briefs holding it in place. I rushed to the living room and grabbed my backpack and didn't bother tossing my laptop into my bag. She waited for me by the door with a smirk on her face. "I hope things between us won't be awkward, it was an honest mistake" she said to me. "Yes, yes, of course" was all I could say. 

She frowned and came closer to me, I shifted nervously with my gaze on the wall behind her. She placed her open palm on my chest and with her other hand reached for my chin and turned my face to look at hers. She had beautiful eyes, eyes that broke my will at first glance. "I'm serious" she said "I don't want things to be weird between us". "It's ok it happened I didn't mind it" she continued "it's been ages since i've felt the lips of someone else". 

We stared at each other and into each other, she held my gaze and my head in place with her hand. We ended up kissing I don't know or remember which of us leant in first but it happened. She kissed at my lips like no young girl ever had, my arms instinctively wrapped themselves around her again. I embraced her and held her tight, and kissed her back as best I could. My swollen dick pressed between her thighs and her breasts crushed against my chest. 

I let my hands slide down her back and grab two handfuls of her juicy ass. We kissed for nearly ten minutes, we sucked each others lips, and toyed with each others tongues. She was turned on and fully into it, she never once forced my hands to stop kneading her ass.

Finally she stopped kissing me and stared into my eyes. I knew I shouldn't push for more so I smiled and opened the door and headed home. I beat my dick that night furiously going over things that could've happened upstairs. I hadn't really considered Gloria an option ever but perhaps now I could if I approached things the right way. I looked forward to the following Saturday and hoped that Maria had plans again which would present me with another opportunity. I fell asleep still going over our make out session.

Saturday took forever to come around again, I was eager to get going so I showed up a little earlier than usual. Gloria answered the door a little taken aback that I was there. "Maria is with her father this weekend" she said "that girl can be so forgetful". She pulled the door open and I noticed she was again in her house dress, she invited me in. I stepped in and again was offered a soda and again accepted. I would use the soda as a pretext to extend my time and make the most of the situation even if it only amounted to ogling Gloria again. 

We sat down and started talking about our week as if nothing had happened the previous week. We continued to talk for a bit longer about this or that. She excitedly told me about things at work and how she and Maria had been getting along better. I offered the expected replies and intently listened.

There was an obvious tension between us but I didn't want to be the one to bring it up. "I've really enjoyed your hugs" she said "it's so nice to be held again". I blushed and offered no words in return, her hand came up to be placed on my arm. She used it to pull me to her for a hug, so I naturally gave in and hugged her tightly once again. She smelled nice, her freshly lotioned skin let off a soft aroma of flowers. 

This time around she held me tighter than in hugs past and we melted into each other. She shifted her head and whispered into my ear "I also enjoyed the kissing" right before she planted her lips on my ear. This was my weakness and I started moaning as she continued her kisses. I turned my head to face hers and sought out her lips they were there for the taking and I took to them. We kissed passionately with the hunger that built over the past week, if I was thinking about it she must have too. We kept on kissing taking breaks to catch our breaths but going right back to it as soon as we could. With our bodies twisted after a while it became uncomfortable so she started leaning back and pulled me with her. I shifted my hips allowing her to get one leg on each side of me, my body came down on top of hers. 

I put all of my weight on my elbows and resumed kissing her she guided my free hands to her breasts and I played with them as best I could. My knees came down to rest between her spread legs, the house dress having ridden up around her hips. I pressed my hard dick into her pussy and continued to manhandle her breasts while kissing her.

An idea came to mind, if she wasn't wearing panties and my dick came free perhaps I could slip it to her before she could argue against it. I removed one of my hands from her breast and kissed her harder trying to divert attention away from what I planned to do with my hands. Since I wore sweatpants and briefs pulling them down wouldn't take more than one hand. I lifted my hips and proceeded to liberate my dick from it's confines. 

A few seconds later I could feel it in the open air, I clumsily lowered my bottom half back down onto her. my dick came to rest of her bush, her body tensed when she realized what I had done. She paused her kisses for a second and seemed to mull over what was happening as I kept planting kisses on her. It didn't seem like it took her long to get over it and I felt her lips again starting to work over mine, I felt her hips push her bush into my dick and knew then that it was fine to continue.

I ground into her pussy with fierce purpose yet try as I may it wouldn't slip into her. The friction alone was enough to push me over the edge, I didn't care either the sensation was overwhelming as I felt the cum shoot out of my cock and into the forest of hair between her legs. Between gasps I kept kissing her and feeling her up, she never once stopped undulating her hips at me. 

Even after cumming my dick remained hard and I could felt her wet pussy as well as my own cum every time its head rubbed against her. She must've had enough because her hand came up to push at my chest but she did not stop kissing me, what she did next shocked me. Her hand went down between us and grabbed around my cock, I stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. 

I could feel her hand manipulating the head of my dick up and down her slit her other hand came around my back to rest of my ass and pushed me down onto her again. What I felt next was the entrance of her pussy accept me in, the full seven inches of my dick sunk into her until I could feel her hand between us. She started guiding my hips up and down, my dick sliding in and out of her long neglected pussy. 

She withdrew her hand from between us and brought it up to my cheek while she continued to control my rhythm. We stared into each others eyes as we fucked on her couch, her legs came up around mine and held me. I fucked Gloria as best as I could and she voiced her pleasures.

"Fuck me" she moaned "it's been so long and you feel so good". Luckily I had already cum once so the build up was a little slower this time but the buildup was happening anyway. She pulled me down completely on top of her and my feet dangled off the end of the couch as I crushed down into her chest. 




Gloria



We sucked at each others lips hungrily, she sucked and bit down on mine. We gasped into each other and I felt her body tense, her hips rose off the couch sinking me deeper into her as she came. She cried out in spanish a torrent of expletives such as "Your dick feels so good", "this is so hot", and "If I knew you could fuck like this I would've fucked you a long time ago". I kept trying to jab at her pussy but with her hips raised there was only so much push and pull te angle would allow.

Once her orgasm subsided she started pushing at my chest, urging me to get off her. I thought to myself "shit it's over" as I expected her to feel guilty about what we had just done. I sat back on the couch with my pants down around my calves, my dick stuck straight out still coated with the juices from her pussy. 

Gloria stood there before me and pulled her house dress completely over her head. She tossed it aside and my eyes followed at it floated down to her tiled floors. Her panties still shifted to the side exposing her pussy and bush, my cum still visible in her patch of hair. She looked at me and reached for them as she slid them down her legs, about midway down they just slipped the rest of the way down.

This fully mature woman stood before me in a wide stance, her body showcased in all of its glory to this eighteen year old man. I gawked and drooled over every single curve, she was better than all the porn in the world combined. This woman was built for mileage and she hadn't been fired up enough the last few years. 

Her engine was roaring and her lust was hitting the stick shift in record speeds. She turned her back to me before she bent over to pick up her panties, her ass stuck straight out at me. Those globes of her ass were soft and jiggly but yet firmer than you would expect on a woman of her age. Those years of walking to work and home had done her body very well, her strong calves, thighs, and that perfectly shaped ass was the complete package. 

I could see her wet and freshly used pussy peeking out from underneath her ass and between her legs. I noticed her head shift and realized she had been staring at me the entire time. When our eyes locked she took a small step back and pushed my nose and ass directly into her ass and pussy.

I inhaled her sex, the musk was intoxicating and setting my senses into uncharted territory. She lowered her ass from my nose to my mouth, to my chin and I started leaning back. My hands shot up to her ass when I realize what she was trying to do, she reached between us and grabbed a hold of my dick. She brought her pussy down over it's end and guided it between the lips of her pussy and soon enough the inches started vanishing into her. 

I realized then and there that I was totally an ass man when she came down to fully sit in my lap. She threw her back and torso at my chest causing me to remove my hands from her hips and ass only to find a home on her breasts. I started to thrust but her body was too much for me to control, she was in control and she knew it. Her hips started a rocking motion that whipped about to inches of my dick out of he and back in. Short little stabs that bottomed me out but also seemed to hit her spot.

I kissed on her neck and ears while she rode me and rolled that ass of hers. I held on for dear life as I partook in the kind of fuck that changes ones perspective on life. She stopped and stood up followed by a turn to face me. She raised one knee and placed it on the side of my lap, the other knee soon followed only to be followed by my dick once again. 

I leaned my head back on the couch and she looked down into my eyes as she started rising and falling to a steady rhythm. she reached and placed a hand on my cheek as she rolled her eyes. My cum would be denied no longer my dick shouted at my brain, I felt the swell I had become familiar with from all of my jerking off sessions. I grunted loudly and stumbled over most of the letters in explaining I was close to cumming. She picked up speed in response, up and down she went as my hands shot up once again to grab a hold of that ass. The cum burst up my shaft and right up into her, I gripped her ass and brought her down hard into a sitting position on my lap. She kissed my forehead, my nose, my chin while all I could do was muster gasps of air and sigh.

We sat there just like that for a few minutes, my cum dribbled out of her pussy and onto my legs and balls. Our lips found each others once again and we attacked each other like we hadn't even done what we'd just done. After a bit of kissing and exchanged compliments she pulled herself up and stood. She went for her house dress and pulled it over her body. She walked over and also grabbed her panties wadding them up in her fist. I stood and pulled my briefs and sweats up in one swift motion and stepped back into my sneakers. We looked at each other awkwardly but neither one of us did much but stare, she wasn't upset and neither was I. 

It was pretty much a given that I couldn't and shouldn't mention this to anyone was more than obvious. We had known each other so long and she knew me well enough to understand the stakes involved. I grabbed my backpack, laptop and shirt and set them in order, I walked over to her gave her a peck on the cheek and our ritual hug.

I lead her to the door, trying my best to not also be awkward and choosing to not push my luck. Keep it simple and keep it familiar was the only thing that came to mind. I thanked her for the soda and made my way home. My mind was in shambles but at least I had maintained most of my composure. The part that goes "Holy Crap" wasn't allowed to rear his head just yet. I still had to make it past my mom and her expected questions about how the tutoring went. 

I kept it short and sort of rehashed some of the stuff that went on the first week only adapted them to that day. I hurried off to my room with talk of having some work to do of my own. I sat on my bedroom bed and let the shock sink in really well. I had just gotten laid by Gloria, and she had made no mention of guilt or regret. She knew I could hanle a secret but she hadn't even bothered to bring it up or maybe I hadn't given her enough time to. Had I conquered or been conquered? I wondered this as I replayed the events over start to finish in my head.



Gloria and Cousin Darin



Thanks to honeywldcat for a great job of editing!

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Gloria had always liked her cousin. Darin and she had gotten into all kinds of trouble together growing up. He was the person she could depend on to have adventures with. She could tell him her secrets and he would keep them. She would keep his too.

When she was little, Gloria couldn't pronounce his name right, so she just called him "D". She and D had explored each other's bodies as only children can. It never got past that, and she didn't know if she was happy or sad. 

Gloria and her boyfriend had quit college and gotten married. They had been in love, but unfortunately that doesn't mean a happy ending. She and her husband were trying to work out their problems, but losing his job added another major obstacle. They had to sell their house or lose it. The one good thing that had happened was that D had invited them to live with him until they got back on their feet. 

Gloria heard D in the hot tub. Well, she heard the "oldies" he played whenever he got in the hot tub and figured that is where he was. She stuck her head out of the back door. "Mind if I join you?"

"I'd love the company."

Gloria had already known D wouldn't mind and had put on her swim suit. She walked over to the hot tub with a towel wrapped around her. She could feel his eyes on her as she removed the towel. Even though she was in love with her husband it made her feel good that another man found her attractive.

Darin watched his cousin get into the water. With short blonde hair and pale blue eyes, she was nice to look at. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous or anything, but there was something about her he had always liked. "Where's your better half?"

Gloria eased herself into the water. "I don't know about my better half, but my husband is at class." A soft "ahh" escaped her as the hot water eased the worry out of her. "I want to thank you for getting him to go back to college and get his degree." 

The two just sat there with their eyes closed enjoying the water. "I must admit he was against it until I said that you two could stay here while he got it."

"Now if only you could just get him to stop acting like a jerk." She couldn't believe that she had said anything. Gloria opened her eyes wide, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"I think I'm hurt. We could always tell each other anything."

Gloria started to cry, she had kept her problems inside for so long. "I'm uncomfortable talking about it."

"That must mean it's about sex."

"Good guess."

"If I remember right, you and I have fooled around a little."

Gloria stared at him, but it was like a dream. She watched him reach around her and unfasten her top. She felt him slowly take it off. She knew she should stop him, but was unable to move. She saw D staring at her breasts and was surprised at how she felt. She liked it.

"You've gotten a lot bigger on top than I remember." 

Gloria sucked in her breath as she felt his fingers on her nipples, they got hard instantly. "I'm not 10 anymore and you aren't 12."

D continued to explore her breasts. "So, what's the problem between you two?" Her nipples stood out from her proudly. He could see her bite her lip each time his finger rubbed across.

Gloria felt wonderful. His fingers were making her nipples feel pleasure that she had not felt in a long time. Closing her eyes, she knew he should stop him; instead she gave in to the moment, "Please use your mouth." She begged. 

She heard him moving in the water and let out a soft moan as she felt his lips on her flesh. Her arms cradled his head and pushed him into her. Damn! She pushed him away, she really needed to talk. As D sat back, Gloria couldn't help but notice the bulge in his swim trunks. She reached for him without even thinking. Her hand slid over his front and rubbed. Feeling the hard cock under the swimsuit fabric sent electricity through her. "You definitely aren't 12 anymore."

Darin laughed and pushed her away, "Want a beer?"

"You wouldn't have any wine would you?"

"I have some wine coolers."

"That would be great." Gloria couldn't help stare at the bulge she had help make harder as he climbed out of the hot tub. She watched him as he returned with the drinks; her cousin was a nice looking man.

They relaxed in the hot water and she closed her eyes again and lay back. The water felt so good. She felt his lips on hers. She opened her eyes and was looking into the eyes of her cousin as he gently kissed her. Gloria was confused, she should have been embarrassed or something, but she wasn't. She was kissing him back. Gloria was warm all over and she didn't think it was the hot water causing it.

Darin sat back down, "I have been wanting to do that for a long time."

Gloria wished he hadn't waited. "Where to begin?" and let out a soft sigh. "When we started dating we didn't fool around or anything. As it started to get more serious, we did a little, but I was determined to be a virgin on our wedding night. So I got him off with my hand and he got me off with his. It was kind of nice. Eventually we got to oral sex and that is the problem between my husband and me."

Darin was perplexed, "I haven't any idea what you are talking about."

"I found that I like having a guy get off that way. I would still like to get him off that way every now and then, but my husband only wants real sex, as he calls it. He wants me on my back and him on top until he gets off inside of me. He won't even consider a different position. All we do is argue about it. We haven't done anything for months." Gloria started to cry, she stopped suddenly when she realized that her cousin was laughing.

Darin saw that Gloria was getting mad, he bent over and placed his lips on hers. He gently kissed her as his hands cupped her breasts. The nipples were warm under his touch and he felt her respond. Her lips parted and he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Gloria let her tongue dance with his. Finally, she pushed him away, again. "This isn't helping."

Darin stood up. "Of course it is. You can go back to having sex with your husband the way he wants, no more arguments." He pushed his trunks down freeing his semi hard cock. "You can get together with me anytime you want and we will do anything you can think of."

She was frozen in place. Her cousin leaned toward her and she saw her hand reach up and wrap around his cock. She hadn't even realized she was doing it. Gloria opened her mouth and guided his cock in. Her lips closed around it and she let the shaft slide until her nose buried itself into his pubic hair. Gloria released his cock slowly, a little at a time. As he got harder and larger, she would let out just enough so she could breathe, but she never let it escape. She wished she had done this to him when they were younger. The only other man she had done this to was her husband. She started sucking him in and out, allowing herself to remember how good it felt to give pleasure this way. 

Darin pushed her away. He wouldn't be able to take much of that before he got off, and he didn't want to cum yet. Damn she was good at that, her husband was an idiot. He made her stand up and pushed her swimsuit bottom down to land at her feet. He sat back down and using his arms on each side of her, he pulled her pussy to his mouth.

Gloria let out an "mmm" as she felt his tongue slip into her. She hadn't felt that in a long time. She looked at her cousin as he licked and nibbled her sensitive flesh. She giggled, "I've never done this standing up." Her breathing started getting faster. D was doing things with his mouth, lips and teeth that she had never felt before. "Oh man!" Even with her hands on the back of his head, Gloria was having a hard time standing up. Her clit was being abused in a most delightful way.

Darin took his mouth away from her. He guided Gloria, slowly lowering her onto him. He stopped her so that his hard cock was just at her pussy lips. He looked into her eyes, "Please, I want you to do this."

Gloria could see the desire on his face; she could barely feel his cock. She realized that her cousin wanted her as much as she wanted him, but felt that his need wasn't just passion.

Gloria used one hand to guide his cock into her pussy. A long "aagghh" escaped him as his cock slid in slowly. It went deeper and deeper bringing a warm pleasant feeling. When she had it all the way in she started to raise herself back up, to her surprise he stopped her and just held onto her. They shared a long kiss with his cock buried deep in her pussy. She laid her head on his shoulder, "I thought you were going to let me suck you off."

"I'm going to; I know that's what you want. This is for me; I have wanted this since we were teenagers."

She pushed herself off of his shoulder which made his cock go in deeper. "You wanted me all this time?" She kissed him. "You never said or did anything."

Darin placed his lips back on hers, "Of course not, I love you too much for that."

"How come you never got married? Come to think of it, you almost never dated."

Dan kissed her, deeply. He looked into her eyes, "The girl I love got married to someone else, plus the family would have never approved."

"I don't understand."

"You can't marry your cousin."

She sucked in her breath. Gloria felt a tear flow down her face, and she bit her lip. "How does it feel? Was I worth the wait?" She was rewarded with the biggest smile she had ever seen on his face.

"It feels like liquid velvet. You are definitely worth the wait."

With her lips on his, Gloria sent her tongue into his mouth and started to fuck him. His cock slid almost all of the way out then she pushed herself back down hard, hot water splashed. She was somewhat awkward having sex for the first time in a new position, but it didn't take long for her body to get into a natural rhythm. She made his cock slide in and out, the water sloshed back and forth. Her pussy was getting all new feelings with her being on top. Months of nothing was ending in the best fuck she could remember. His cock was touching places that had never been touched before, all because of a new position. 

She was getting high on a drug of sex and power. She controlled how fast or slow they fucked. She determined how far he went in her. She could move left or right sending his cock into parts of her pussy that had never been touched before. It almost made her pass out with pleasure. The best thing of all was that D liked her being in control.

Her orgasm hit her hard. Wave after wave of pleasure was sent through her body by her cock filled pussy. She tingled all over as her pussy grabbed at his hard cock. She slammed herself down as hard as she could and his cock rammed into her. On and on it went, faster, harder, water splashing everywhere! Wrapping her legs around his body she held onto him for dear life. She cried with the pleasure of it all. She laid her head on his shoulder, "Hold me, please, just hold me."

She felt him remove his still hard cock. His arms went around her in a warm embrace. Slowly, she moved, "That was awesome." She gently kissed him and wondered why in hell she hadn't done that with him when they teenagers. "I think I will enjoy making you cum that way." She let her tongue trace a line on his lips, "Some other time, not now."

Gloria rose up and had a gleam in her eye. "I want to go into the house." They got out of the hot tub and wrapped towels around themselves. Walking hand in hand they made their way to his bedroom. She removed his towel and pushed him onto his back.

She positioned herself so that she was over his cock. Lowering her mouth she started to lick him, starting at the head and flicking the sensitive flesh under it. She smiled when she got a moan from him. She started to talk to him even as she continued to lick. "I think I will have you cum in my pussy next time." Her tongue licked around his balls. "When I was dating and this is all I could do, I discovered that I like doing this," she took his cock into her mouth and let it slide in as far as she could take it.

Bobbing her head, she slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth. She loved this and had missed it so much. She knew a lot of the girls back in college only did it because the guy wanted them to. Most of them didn't let the guy cum that way because they didn't like the taste of it. She had only done this with one person, and he became her husband. Ok, maybe she was strange, she didn't know. She liked the way a hard cock felt in her mouth. Her tongue kept discovering new things to do with it. She liked the taste of cum. "You know, I think I will make you cum in ways that you haven't even thought of, or me either for that matter. I want us to do everything two people can do." 

Darin watched his hard cock disappear into her mouth, she was totally into this. She would vary the pressure of the suck and the speed and depth his cock went. One of her hands was gently playing with his balls. This went on until he knew he was close to getting off. "Gloria, I think I'm going to cum." 

She heard the words that she had tried to get her husband to say, but he refused. Her cousin cared enough to let her know, just in case. Placing her lips around the head, she used her hand to pump his cock. She let her fingers slide up and down as she tasted the salty fluid that flows from a cock right before ejaculation. She wanted to smile, but it was hard to smile with a cock in your mouth.

Gloria felt Darin arch his back. Suddenly, his cock exploded in her mouth. Hot sperm slammed into the back of her throat. She pumped her hand and swallowed at the same time. Hot thick cum coated her mouth, tongue and teeth. More and more shot out of the end of his cock. She kept sucking until the flow ended. Letting his cock out of her mouth, she laid her head on his stomach, her fingers played with his pubic hair. She saw a few drops of cum flow from his cock and her tongue shot out and brought them back for her to taste. She couldn't wait until the next time.



Gloria and Miss Andrews



It was the contemporary literature class in college that sparked my interest in deciding to major in English. My English teacher, Miss Andrews, who informed us that she was thirty years old on the first day of school, seemed to be so full of life and energy. I was almost nineteen and had the same energy; I wanted to change the world.

As the term got under way, I noticed that the themes of much of what we read had to deal with women's issues in general and lesbian writers in particular. She was enthusiastic in her approach, and I enjoyed the class. My enthusiasm generated even more enthusiasm from her. Even the young men were interested.

I admired her thoroughly; I had her on a pedestal. I was in love with her!

One day, in mid-October, Miss Andrews asked me to stay after school. She said she needed help choosing new material. I was hoping it was a pretext for something more . . . exciting. For a young woman like me, the idea of making love to my mentor appealed to me as nothing else had.

She was sitting at her desk reading an oversized paperback book. She set it on her desk upside-down

"What are you reading?" I inquired. 

She handed the book to me. The top half of the front cover showed two nude women in an opened mouth kissing embrace while lying in shallow water. The book was titled The Wild Good, and its subtitle was Lesbian Photographs & Writings on Love. I flipped through the pages and saw poetry and prose and random photographs, but one photograph caught my attention. It showed a woman straddling another woman, and her hand was reaching to her pussy. Her breasts leaned forward erotically. The picture looked as if it were taken by the woman who was lying down. I could feel the dampness in my pussy. I had to sit down. I could feel my face getting redder.

Miss Andrews looked at me and said, "Miss Keough, what's the matter?" She stood up and approached the student desk I was seated in. She leaned over, and I looked up into her face. She had a kind, young face. She smiled. "Does the book excite you?" 

I stammered a reply, and as I did so, I looked at her chest, for the front of her low-cut dress revealed her full, round breasts. How I wanted to kiss them and rub them and nestle my face in them!

Miss Andrews walked over to the door and shut it and locked it. She turned off the lights. "It will look as if no one is in here, and we have enough light from the windows. The custodian never gets here until after six o'clock."

She stood in front of me. "Stand up," she commanded. 

I did so silently, and Miss Andrews began to unbutton my blouse. I reached over and started to unbutton the front of her dress. My blouse was fully unbuttoned, and I had stopped opening her dress when she removed my blouse; then she pulled my bra straps from my shoulders. I started to shiver.

She hugged me and said, "Don't be nervous, sweetheart." 

But I shocked her when I replied, "I'm not nervous; I'm fucking horny, and if you don't hurry, I'm going to rip your dress off because I want to eat your goddamn pussy!" I shocked myself with that profanity, too.

But she was imperturbable. "Gloria, sweetheart, if we take it slowly, we can make it last, and we will both enjoy each other's sweet pussies."

She pulled the front of my bra over my breasts, and she began sucking them as if her life depended on it. "Oh, god, I love young breasts," she murmured as she unhooked the snap on my skirt. It fell to the carpeted floor. I was in my panties. She kneeled down and began to inhale my pussy through my panties. "Oh, god, I love young pussy," she murmured as she pulled my panties down to the floor. I stepped out of them.

She stood up and told me to undress her. I had a long trail of buttons to undo, for they went the full length of her dress. I got behind her and pulled her dress off and laid it on a nearby student desk. She had on a full slip and bra; I could see the outline of her bikini panties on her small hips. She pulled the slip over her head herself, and I reached down to pull her panties off. I wanted to smell her without the panties. She turned and faced me--I was eye level with her bald pussy. 

"Let me guess," I said, "depilatory cream." 

She pulled my head into her cunt and spread her legs apart. I pulled her cunt lips apart and breathed in deeply as she said, "Our cunts are too beautiful to be hidden by hair—or clothing." She was wet, and her odors were pure woman; she was like me; she didn't believe in washing it daily. The smell was strong, very strong. I brought my tongue in contact with her clit, and she got wetter instantly. She moaned and spread her legs even further apart. I swiped my tongue along the length of her very wet cunt. 

I could tell she was beginning to lose her balance, so I suggested we get into a sixty-nine. 

She said, "No, because I want to feel and enjoy the sensations of your tongue on me. And you can concentrate on me." 

I lay down on the floor between her legs, which she had spread wide apart for me. I pulled her lips apart, and her inner lips were tiny and wet. Her head of her clitoris stuck out from under its little hood. All in all, she had a very small pussy area. I brought my nose in and smelled along the entire length; it smelled like mine--musky and strong. I stuck the tip of my tongue into her vagina, and I thought the heat would melt my tongue. After moving it around, I pulled it out, and I looked at her piss hole. I looked up and asked, "Miss Andrews, do you have to pee?" 

"God, yes," she replied, "but keep going. I'll pee later. And please call me Bethany" 

I said, "No need to; pee in my mouth. As far as I'm concerned, it's still cunt juice." Without replying, she relaxed her body and began to pee. I kept my mouth on her bald cunt, swallowing rapidly. 

Over and over she kept murmuring, "Bless your sweet heart, Gloria."

I resumed my attentions on her cunt; I even ran my tongue on her anus. She had several orgasms, and I kept on eating her. 

Finally she said, "Oh, god, please stop; you are wearing me out."

I rolled over onto my back. She got up on her knees and removed her bra. Her large breasts fell forward, and they sagged a little. They seemed out of proportion to her body. I stared at them while she rubbed them and played with the nipples. 

"I have my mother's breasts and my father's slim body build," she said. "But I do love them." She bent down and pulled a nipple to her mouth and sucked it until it got hard. "I do this when I masturbate, and I get off pretty quickly," she said.

She leaned forward so that her pendulous breasts were at my mouth. I reached up and played with their softness. I sucked one nipple then another. Then she moved back and brought her mouth to mine. She kissed me tentatively at first. She pulled back and smiled at me. "I love you," she said, "and I have from the first moment you entered my class." Then she came back to me with stronger pressure on the next kiss, opening her mouth widely. Her long tongue was all over my tongue, teeth, palate, and lips. Her saliva was everywhere, and I reveled in it. I wanted more!

But she had other ideas. She lingered on my breasts only for a moment; then she trailed her tongue down over my belly, swirled it in my navel--I almost went out of my mind on that one--and finally ran her tongue all over my pubic hair.

She lay on her belly between my legs. I spread my legs as far apart as possible. She concentrated on my clit with her tongue. Then she put her middle finger in me. She pulled it out and put in two and wiggled them all about; she pulled them out and pushed in four fingers. She knew what was pleasing to me. I had had several orgasms. I also struggled to refrain from peeing. Finally, she said to me, "You drank my pee; now I want yours." 

I let flow a torrent, and I thought for sure that she would lose it all, but she knew how to adapt.

We lay on the floor together and kissed deeply. Then I thought about the picture on the cover of the book. I took the superior position, and I imagined we were in a shallow pool on a hot summer day. I rubbed my body so that our cunts rubbed together.  

"Oh, Gloria, I'm coming! Oh, I love you so much! Love me forever!"

It was almost six when we got dressed. I opened the windows to freshen up the air. The smell of women's sex permeated the air. Miss Andrews lighted a candle. "Lilac scented candles do a better job," she said, winking at me. 

We talked for another hour about various things. I also found out that she had seduced several of my classmates, and she gave me names, all of whom I had suspected of being closet lesbians. I mentally tagged those for future reference. 

For the rest of the school year we had sex fairly often and for most of my college years. I was also able to have sex with several of the girls whom Miss Andrews had seduced. I will have to agree with Miss Andrews--young pussy does taste good. 



Gloria and Miss Preston



When I entered high school, our gym teacher, Miss Preston, made sure that all of us showered after each gym session. And she would stand in the shower area and watch all of us showering while she idly twirled her short blonde hair in her fingers. None of us at the time thought anything of her watching us. We were too busy watching each other. As for myself, I was fascinated by all of the beautiful bodies. I just wanted to suck on every girl's cunt and tits there. 

I took gym for my entire four years in high school. It wasn't a requirement, but it was strongly suggested. 

My gym class was at the end of the day, and this particular class was so scheduled for the senior girls, most of whom were eighteen, myself included.

Because it was at the end of the day, I never hurried to finish my showers, and Miss Preston never rushed me. Our dressing area was located across from a very large mirror, and I often would pose in front of it nude and rub my tits. If no one else was there, and if Miss Preston was not around, I would sometimes finger-fuck myself.

One afternoon, when the other girls had left, I had just stepped out of the shower and was toweling myself dry. I was terribly horny that day, and I began to finger-fuck myself in front of the big mirror. I got carried away and jammed two fingers of my left hand into my cunt while I diddled my clit with the fingers of my right hand. I was really getting off, and the image of my enjoyment in the mirror brought me to a crashing orgasm. I moaned long and loudly. 

At that time Miss Preston came out of her office and called me in. She was dressed in a terry-cloth robe. I had hoped she hadn't seen me doing myself. I told her I would after I got dressed, but she smiled and said, "You're fine. Come on in. We're just us girls."

When I entered, she was sitting in a large, long sofa which was located against the opposite wall from her desk. Miss Preston was young, and she was beautiful. All of the girls loved her. She was fair, polite, and easy-going. We could talk with her, and she never talked down to us.

She motioned me to sit next to her. As I did, I looked up and gasped audibly. I was looking out of a large window into the dressing area! I was horrified.

I started to protest. "Miss Preston, oh, my god, I . . ."

She put her arm around my shoulders to hug me. "Relax, honey, I use that to watch you girls in case something happens. It's just a safety measure. We don't use it to spy on you." She squeezed my shoulder tenderly. Then she removed her robe and revealed her nakedness. "May I hug you?" she asked.

I was nervous and not sure how to respond to her request. After all, she was my teacher! But I did like her very much.

"Yes, I . . . um . . . guess so," I replied diffidently.

We hugged each other tightly, and I was intoxicated by her fragrance.

"You smell nice," was all I could mutter. Keep in mind, I was stark naked, and my nipples started to harden.

"You smell sweet, too," she whispered into my ear. Her warm breath in my ear was giving me shivers.

"I just happened to see you getting yourself off, and you got me hot. May I make love to you?"

Without responding I snuggled to her closer. As I did, my left hand landed on her right tit. I held it there motionless.

She reached over to me and kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth on the kiss, and she darted her tongue into my mouth. We remained in that kiss for several minutes, and I began massaging her tit with my hand. She moved one of her hands into my crotch, so I moved my legs apart. She played with my outer lips before she inserted her middle finger into my pussy. When it was all the way in, I became uncontrollable. I humped her hand and sucked hard on her tongue. My orgasm came on me hard, and I gasped audibly.

Then to my dismay, Miss Preston stopped. She cradled my head in her arms and whispered, "Oh, Gloria, I love you. I love you so very much. I have wanted to make love with you for so long." I sucked on her breasts for quite some time, but I wanted to get on to greater things. I put my hand on her hairless cunt. I wanted to examine her thoroughly. But I was startled by her lack of hair and asked her why she didn't have any. My own pussy hair was sparse, and I thought Nature had cheated me out of what should rightfully be mine: a thick bush between my legs.

She said, "I use a depilatory cream. Our cunts are so pretty; it's a shame that they are hidden by a mass of hair. And, honey, you have a beautiful cunt, and that's why I invited you into my office. I want to eat your cunt forever."

But I was ahead of her. I began pulling her lips apart, and she shifted her position so I could get my tongue in there to hit the magic button. Her smell was strong and it was making me hotter. 

Miss Preston stopped and said, "Let me lower the back of this couch. It's actually a bed."

She got on her back and said, "Let's get in a sixty-nine." 

I needed no further instructions. I was on top of her in a flash! As soon as my pussy was near her mouth, her tongue and lips went to work. I was overwhelmed with passion. I lay on top of her and remained motionless while she snaked her tongue into my hole. Then she began to work my love button. She wasn't on my clit for more than a few seconds before I had another shattering orgasm. I had momentarily forgotten about my occasional penchant for peeing after orgasm. I cried out, "Miss Preston, I've gotta pee bad—real bad!" That's when I felt her entire mouth on my cunt, and I took that as the signal to let fly. My pee came in torrents, and Miss Preston drank every drop. 

When she pulled her head away, she said, "God, I love the smell and taste of young cunt, but yours is the best I've ever had. And your pee is delicious!" 

That was when I pried her cunt lips apart and began my work. Her smell was intoxicating, and I worked my tongue randomly inside her entire pussy. While I was doing her, I could feel her leisurely moving her tongue around my asshole. I was in heaven! I began to concentrate on her clit, and I sucked it hard while I filled her cunt with as many fingers as I could get in there. She was flooding my hand and fingers with her wetness. 

She gasped, "Put your entire hand in me! Please!" 

I did as I was told, and soon she humped my hand and face. Her entire body stiffened, and she came in an explosive orgasm; then her entire body lay motionless. She was breathing hard. I pulled my hand out of her, and she asked, "Will you drink my pee?" Without answering, I put my mouth on her cunt, and she peed a steady stream into my mouth.

We set the sofa back up, and we sat together nude. She told me that she had always been a lesbian and that she loved having sex with young girls. She told me that the peeing added a new dimension to sex and that she had never thought of it before. We sat together, wrapped in each other's arms; we hugged and kissed most of the afternoon away.

From then on, we would meet and have sex after school every day. She was always so loving and attentive to me and to my needs. In turn I was always loving and attentive to her and her needs.

About halfway through the year I was getting a crush on a girl who sat next to me in my English class. She and I also had gym together that same period. Amanda and I developed a friendship, and we always enjoyed being with each other. I told Miss Preston about my desires for Amanda, and she told me to delay her departure from gym class and that she would watch us through her window. 

Amanda and I were finally alone, and we were both nude, drying ourselves off. I asked Amanda to dry my back for me, and she gently rubbed her towel on my back. As she did so, she put her hand on my hip. 

"Your skin is so soft," she whispered. Then she moved her hand on my belly and moved it up and down, finally bringing it to rest on one of my breasts. I could feel her trembling. 

I said to her, "Don't be afraid; I've been waiting for you to make the first move." I turned around and put my arms around her and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth parted, and I slipped my tongue inside. I brought my hands down her back slowly and then rested them on her butt cheeks and gently squeezed. Our tits were rubbing against each other. She brought one of her hands down and began to finger the inner folds of my pussy. I was delirious with pleasure! I ran my fingers along the crack of her ass and began fingering her anus. 'Kiss me there; oh, please, kiss me there! Before I could get down to her ass, she began to pee! 

"Oh, my god! I did it again! Oh, I'm so sorry!" Then she began to cry.

I led her back into the shower and rinsed her off. When we came out, she had regained her composure. I noticed the office door was opened, so we walked in. Miss Preston must have stepped out, leaving the obvious hint that we could use her office for love-making. We were still wet, so I toweled her off, concentrating on her pussy. She sat down on the couch, and I kneeled down on the floor in front of her. "Spread your legs," I commanded. She did as she was told, and I leaned over and began to tongue her pussy. 

I got to her clit, and she moaned, stiffened, and exclaimed, "Oh my god, I'm coming!"

I got up and sat next to her, and she lay her head in my lap, facing my belly. When she regained her senses, she told me that she had always wanted to have sex, but only with girls; yet every time the opportunity presented itself, she would tremble in fright and would begin to pee. For that she was met with hostility and anger from her potential partners. 

At that moment I happened to look up, and I saw Miss Preston, nude, looking at us. She winked at me, motioned for me to be quiet, and quietly moved over to the sofa. Then she softly moved her hand on Amanda's breasts. 

"Oh, Gloria, your hands feel so smooth on me." Then she paused, opened her eyes, and looked up right into Miss Preston's face. "Oh! Miss Preston! Oh, my god!" She sat upright, a shocked look on her face. "Miss Preston, I'm so sorry!" 

"For what, sweetheart?" she answered.

Then Amanda realized that Miss Preston was also nude. Amanda looked her over, up and down. "You are so beautiful, Miss Preston." 

"And so are you, Amanda, and Gloria thinks so, too. May I make love to you, Amanda?"

Miss Preston pulled out the sofa and made it back into a bed. She got in the middle and told us to love every inch of her. Amanda wasted no time. She pulled Miss Preston's legs apart and began an aggressive oral attack on her hairless pussy. I worked on Miss Preston's nipples in the meantime, occasionally stopping to kiss her on the mouth. I could sense that she was having an orgasm when she stiffened and began rapid, short breaths and let out a long, deep moan.

At the same time Amanda stopped and looked at me. "Gloria, I'm gonna pee again!" 

I said, "Hold on; I'll get to you!" I surprised her when I glued my lips to her pussy. She was in a kneeling position, and I had complete control. Her pee came in strength, but I drank all of it. 

She got off the bed and stood there, looking at me in complete awe. "You did that for me?" 

I said, "Yes, because I love you, honey. I loved you from the moment you sat next to me in English class." 

She replied, "Oh, Gloria, I love you, too. So very much." 

We continued our friendship and our loving for the rest of the school year. When the school year ended, Amanda moved away. Miss Preston also left, getting a higher-paying teaching job in another state; but I was graduating anyway, so it didn't matter. But as we were making love for the last time, I realized how much I would miss her.



Gloria and the Appliance Guy



This is the story about when all my appliances broke one lovely afternoon. I'll go over what happened when Tony the appliance man came over.

I called Tony and told him that my toilet was flooded. My sink was clogged and my dryer was not drying the clothes. He said he'd be over in an hour. I thought to myself that I was definitely going to try and land him. I was so horny and needed to get fucked. My husband was out of town for the week.

Tony's the best appliance guy in the area. He's like this gorgeous appliance guy. He's five foot ten inches tall and about one hundred and seventy five pounds. He has long hair that he wears in a pony-tail. He has blue eyes and the nicest smile you've ever seen. He has a really nice body.

While I waited for Tony to arrive at my house, I went upstairs to my bedroom. I opened my drawer and pulled out a vibrator. I removed my jeans and pulled my underwear down my legs. I leaned against my pillow and opened up my long legs. I put the vibrator onto my bald pussy and turned it on.

"Oh God! Oh yes! Oh fuck! 

I worked my vibrator in and out of my wet pussy. I pulled up my shirt and played with my firm breasts. My hands rubbed and played with my nipples. I rolled my nipples around my fingers, while I fucked myself really hard with my vibrator. 

"Oh God. Oh shit."

My pussy was wet. My vibrator's about eight inches long. I rubbed my clitoris and fucked myself deeper with my vibrator.

"Oh shit, here it comes. Fuck!

I had a huge orgasm. Afterwards, I got myself cleaned up. I walked over to my close and picked out a very short denim mini skirt and a pink tube top. I threw on a pink thong and grabbed my sandals. I wanted to look extra nice. I walked over to the mirror and put my blonde hair in a pony-tail. 

I made some lemonade and put some chocolate chip cookies into the oven. I wanted to be able to offer Tony something to eat and drink.

I was so horny and couldn't wait for him to get here. Whenever my husband is out of town my sexual libido is always high. I do cheat on my husband. I mean we have sex, but I always just want more. We only have sex a few times a week. But, I love it and always want more. I was seeing somebody on the side, but those kinds of relationships come and go. 

Ding, Dong

Finally Tony was here. I ran to the door. 

"Oh hi Tony. Please come in. Seems all the appliance's are on the fritz. Tim is out of town and I'm here alone with a house full of broken stuff." 

"Hi Gloria. How are you doing? You look quite lovely. Show me what's going on here." 

I took Tony to the sink and showed him that it was clogged. We walked to the bathroom and I showed him that it was flooded. Then we walked into the laundry room and I told him that the drier was not heating the clothes. 

"Okay Gloria, I see all the problems. I'll work on the bathroom first." 

"I'm in the kitchen if you need me."

While Tony was in the bathroom working on the toilet, I was feeling very aroused. I felt my pussy throbbing in my thong. I moved my thong over to the side and slipped my finger into my pussy. I fingered myself for a little bit. I didn't want to get caught. My pussy was very wet. I really wanted him to fuck me or eat my pussy.

"Gloria, I'm about done here in the bathroom. Next I'll look at the dryer. I have to get something out of my truck. I'll be right back." 

Tony passed me in the kitchen and went out to his truck. My mind was all over the place. He looked very handsome. He wore jeans and a black concert shirt. He had Timberland's on his feet. I really wanted to fuck him. I hoped he would want to have sex with me. I was feeling like a hot and horny housewife.

I have blonde long hair and blue eyes. I'm five foot six inches tall. I weigh one hundred and thirty pounds. I have a great ass and long legs. My breasts are 38C cup. I can't imagine why he wouldn't want to fuck me. I'm forty years old and I think Tony is about thirty five years old. 

Tony came back into the house and gave me a smile. He went into the laundry room to look at the dryer. 

"Looks like the heating element, Gloria. I'm going to be replacing it." 

"All right. I can't believe all these things broke today. When it rains it pours." 

"Don't worry Gloria it won't be too expensive." 

I took the cookies out of the oven and put them on a dish to cool. I poured some lemonade into glasses and put everything out on the table. I sat at the table and every now and then I fingered myself. I was very horny and wanting to fuck Tony.

"Gloria, I'm going to look at the sink now." 

Tony got down on the floor on his back and started to work on the sink.

"It shouldn't be too long now." 

With that I pulled my thong down and threw it into a cabinet. I stood over Tony. He'll notice when he moves, that I'm not wearing any panties.

"Boy, Gloria you look so good. Did I tell you that all ready? I see you're not wearing any panties. Are you trying to seduce me with your husband being away?" 

"You're such a good looking guy. I'd really like to suck on your cock. Would you let a horny housewife do that for you?" 

"Fuck yes. Unzip my pants and take my cock out, Gloria." 

I knelt down on my kitchen floor and unzipped his pants. I pulled his underwear and his pants down his legs and he stepped out of them. He was soft, but I worked my hands around his shaft to get him a little aroused. It didn't take long and his cock grew to full length. He was a big boy he's probably around eight inches long. 

I wrapped my lip glossed lips around his hard shaft. I took his cock inch by inch down my horny and slutty mouth. I sucked, gagged, and slurped on his thick prick. 

"Oh Gloria that feels so good. Try to take more down. Yes, that's it. Oh yea. Fuck!" 

I rubbed and massaged his droopy balls. Tony face fucked my mouth. I kept pace with him. I made all those wet sucking noises. I worked his hot cock in and out of my warm mouth. 

"Fuck, it feels great. If I was your husband, I'd fuck you every day. Suck it girl!" 

I put my hand on his cock and stroked him fast. I swirled my tongue all over his head. His pre-cum dripped off his head. I shook my head so I could take as much of his cock down my throat. My cheeks bulged, spit oozed down the corners of my mouth. 

"I'm coming. Fuck, Gloria! Fuck!" 

Tony then picked me up and put me on my dining room table. He moved my mini skirt up to my waist and licked my pussy. His tongue brushed over my pink clit. He parted my pussy lips and tongue fucked me fast. 

"Oh fuck! Oh God! Lick my pussy deeper! Suck my clit!" 

Tony worked his tongue in and out of my bald pussy. He sucked on my pink pearl. He nibbled on my pussy lips. It felt so good. I was bucking and grinding my pussy on his face. His tongue was long and was able to get deep inside my wet pussy. 

"I'm coming. Oh shit here it comes." 

I came on Tony's tongue. He lapped up my juices. But, he didn't stop there. He continued to lick my pussy for what seemed like forever. I held his hands and cried, because it felt so good. 

"Please fuck me! Put your cock into my pussy. Please fuck me! Pretty Please." 

Tony took me to the stairs. He told me to put my head down and put my ass and pussy in the air. Tony slid his eight inch cock into my wet pussy. He held my hips and fucked me hard and fast. 

"Oh God! Oh fuck! Smack my ass Tony and call me your slut!" 

Tony fucked my pussy and smacked my ass. I pulled down my tube top and played with my tits, as he thrust and pumped into my wet cunt. His cock was so big and felt so nice in my tiny pussy. I was very slick, as he fucked me hard. 

"Do you like this cock? You fucking whore. You like fucking me? Gloria, your pussy is so tight and wet. Oh fuck!" 

Tony smacked my ass and fucked me hard on my staircase. It felt so good. His cock was so much bigger then my husbands. 

"Oh yeah. Pick me up and fuck me in my bedroom!" 

Tony picked me up and carried me to my room. He put me on the bed.

"Fuck my cowgirl you little slut."

My miniskirt and tube top were around my waist. I straddled Tony and put his cock into my cunt. I worked my body up and down over his hard cock. Tony sat up and made love to my breasts. He squeezed them together and bit and sucked on my nipples. 

I rocked my pussy all over his cock. 

"Get on your hands and knees, Gloria. I'm going to fuck your ass. You dirty housewife." 

Tony spat on his hand and put his spit all over my ass. He slid his cock into my ass slowly and started to fuck my tight rosebud. 

"Oh yes. Fuck my dirty housewife ass. Fuck! Oh God, yes!" 

Tony was pumping his cock into my ass. It felt so good. His hands were on my hips as he took my ass. He was owning my body and I really loved it. My husband is very gentle when we make love. Tony was treating me like the dirty whore I am. 

Tony grabbed my hair and smacked my ass and fucked me hard and fast in my ass. 

"I'm coming Gloria. Oh fuck yes. Put your head on the bed with your ass up. Do it!" 

Tony ate his come out of my ass. He licked and drank his come. I'd never experienced something like that ever in my life. It was so kinky and hot. He really turned me on. 

He came to the bed, and we kissed and embraced. He played with my tits. It was the loveliest afternoon ever. 

"Tony lets go have some lemonade and cookies, and I'll write out your check." 

We got cleaned up and went down and had the lemonade and the cookies. I wrote out his check and he left about an hour later. After Tony left, I called my husband to see how he was doing.



Gloria and Tony



TO RENT:- Large room available to single working man. Bath and laundry facilities available. Also meals if required. Enquire within.

This was what I had been looking for, for weeks now. I just wanted to get settled into a space of my own where I could have peace and quiet. I had recently been divorced and left the house with the wife. Thank goodness we didn't have any children as I don't think I could have been separated from them.

Anyway, I rang the front door bell and waited. The door was opened by a woman who was probably in her late fifties. She had a full head of chestnut red hair and sparkling green eyes. These are the first things that I noticed. 

"My name is Tony Reeves. I've come about the room. May I see it and get some details," I asked.

"I am Gloria Donald," she replied. "Come on in and I will show it to you, then we can discuss the details."

It was a very large bedroom, already equipped with a large queen size bed. There was a big bay window on one wall, which looked out onto the back garden. As well there was a robe and dressing table, and side tables holding a lamp on either side of the bed.

It was a beautiful room and I decided then and there that I would take it, even without knowing what the rent would be.

We returned to the sitting room and sat down. 

"Would you like a drink while we talk," Gloria asked.

"Thank you, that would be great, Mrs Donald."

"Please call me Gloria, I feel too old when people call me Mrs Donald," she said laughingly.

"Alright Gloria, as long as you return the favor and call me Tony."

"Now, what would you like to drink, coffee or tea or something stronger."

"Coffee would be fine, milk and one sugar, thanks."

Sitting with our drinks, we got down to the nitty gritty of the rent and any rules that would be in place.

"I only want $300.00 a month for rent, and you have the use of the bathroom, laundry and you are also welcome to use the sitting room if you like. In case you have any visitors. If you want any meals, I will only charge you an extra $20.00 a week, as it is just as easy to cook for two as it is for one.

"That sounds great Gloria, are you sure that will be enough. I would be willing to pay more if necessary." Gloria replied, "That will be quite enough."

We settled on $500.00 per month and I said I would collect my things and move in the next day.

At last I had somewhere stable to lay my head. I was glad to be able to give a permanent address to work. I got all my things sorted out and bought a couple of bookcases for my books. I had quite a collection by now.

After I had been there for about 3 months, I decided to ask Gloria if she would like to go to dinner with me. She had been so great, cooking for me each night and making sure that I had breakfast each morning, that I thought I could repay her that way.

A bit more about Gloria. As well as being in her late fifties, she had a very voluptuous figure. Her breasts were about a size 38D with a smaller waist and full curvy hips. She stood about 5" 8" and had long legs and wore high heels a lot of the time. Her face, with those sparkling green eyes, shone and her skin was flawless, unusual for her age. She had dainty hands and fingers which she used a lot to express herself when she was talking.

Now I had always had a thing about mature women and I think the first time I saw her, I had the hots for her. My wife had even been 10years older than I.

When I asked Gloria to join me at dinner, she was very happy to accompany me.

I made a booking at one of the top-line restaurants in town and told her to be ready by 7.30p.m. I arranged a limousine to pick us up without telling her. It was quite a shock to her, I can tell you. 

"Tony, you didn't have to go to all this trouble for me," she said.

"It was no trouble, Gloria. I want to repay you for everything you have done for me for last few months. You have got me over the bad stage of my divorce and I have never felt so comfortable with someone, as I do with you."

We were shown to the booth which suited me just fine, as I could sit closer to her as we ate. We ordered and sat back and just relaxed while we waited for our meal. 

"What would you like to drink Gloria, a red or white wine," I asked.

"I love red wine," she replied.

"That suits me too." So I ordered two bottles of the best red they had. 

"Are you trying to get me drunk," said Gloria with a smile on her face.

"That all depends on whether you want to get drunk or not," I replied.

During a wonderful meal, we talked about our various lives and how we coped.

I hadn't had much time to talk to her at home, as some nights I worked through until 7 or 8 o'clock. My dinner would be ready in the microwave for me to reheat.

Gloria told me she had been a widow for about 10 years and she had decided that it was too lonely to keep living in the house on her own, and that is why she rented out the room. She'd had a lady living there before me who stayed for about 4 years but she had married and moved to her own home. 

I then told her about my failed marriage and how my wife and I had parted quite amicably and that I had left her the house. It was fully paid for but she was going to pay all expenses on it herself.

We talked for about 3 hours and finished dinner. I called the limousine company and organized to be collected.

When we arrived home, Gloria made a coffee and also produced a nightcap of brandy for us. 

We sat together on the sofa with my arm around her shoulders. She lay her head on my shoulder and looked up at me.

"Thank you for a wonderful night. I haven't enjoyed myself like that for so long, over 10 years actually."

"It was my pleasure Gloria, I would like us to have more nights like this."

I lowered my head to the level of her lips and gently kissed her. She gasped and my tongue entered her mouth and swept around it as I pressured her lips with mine. She reciprocated with her tongue and we were dueling tongues for about 3 minutes. She pushed against my chest and sat up straight. 

"We shouldn't be doing this Tony."

"Gloria, I have wanted to kiss you since you opened that door on the day I applied for the room."

"Oh Tony, can this be true. You are so much younger that I am."

"Gloria, I have already told you that my wife was 10 years my senior, and I absolutely adore mature women. There can only be about 20 years between us and that doesn't bother me at all."

I stood up and took her by the hand and led her into my room. I turned her around to face me and again took her lips with mine and kissed her into submission. She wouldn't pass this opportunity up even if it was her last.

I began to undo the zipper on the back of her dress and peeled it off, until she stood in front of me wearing a black lacy half bra, her breasts bursting over the top; a pair of transparent silky panties and black stay up stockings with high heels. She was a picture of perfection to me.

I lowered my mouth to the rosy nipples of her mammaries and licked and sucked them in turn until her knees became weak and she had to sit on the bed. She then rested her hand on my fly and moved her fingers up and down my raging rod. She undid the zipper and let the pants drop to the floor. I shook my feet free of them. She then ran her hands along my very hardened fuck stick. I lay her down on the bed and got in beside her and immediately worked my way down that delicious body to the juncture of her thighs. The scent coming from there was so distinctive, it was a woman's sexual aroma. I knew that Gloria wanted me as much as I wanted her. 

My tongue began to lick her inner thighs and up toward that Garden of Eden that I had been thinking of all night. I slipped my tongue into the slit of her cunny and started to lap and suck on her labia lips. I then gently grabbed her clit between my lips and sucked and licked it like an ice-cream. This got to her so quickly, she was cumming as soon as I started to do this. I knew that she had not been treated like this for many a year. I was going to satisfy her more than she had been satisfied before.

She eventually started to groan and moan and I could feel the build up in her thighs as she used them to try to control her orgasms. I wasn't going to let her do that, so I just licked and sucked all the harder. She cried out in ecstasy. 

"Ohhh Tony, I'm cummimmmmiiiiiiinnnng."

As she screamed in pleasure I lifted myself to my knees and placed my rod at the entrance of her cunt and dove into the whirlpool of sensations. She was like a wild woman, writhing and humping under me. I knew that I wouldn't last too much longer myself. I pulled her to me and let go a voluble stream of prick juice into her cunt, exploding as I came. 

I couldn't move for about 10 minutes and then rolled myself to the side, bringing her with me, so that she was tucked into my arms.

"Wow, that was so good darling. I never thought I could feel like that." I whispered in her ear.

Breathlessly, Gloria looked at me with a shy smile on her face. "You think you feel good, you don't know what you have done for me."

After that night, Gloria and I became a lot closer and I eventually moved into her bedroom. I did ask her to marry me but she felt better to stay the way we were.

We are still together today and still enjoying a very active sexual life. Gloria is now 78 years young and I am 58 years old. LOL