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Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 01

By: The Big Bopper



Chapter One

Jennifer Anderson is a married career woman. Many women won't divulge their age, but Jennifer doesn't mind, she will admit to anyone that she's 46. She's proud of how good she looks, most observers take her for around 40 … if that. The redhead has worked out for years and has a trim shapely figure … and no cellulite. Her good compact size breasts are a B cup, perhaps not quite as perky as when she was younger after having breast-fed two children. Her figure was once hourglass, and is still about 36–27–36 on the old scale. 

Her life could be perfect … except she is married to a boring insurance assessor, George Anderson … has been for 23 years. Regrettably, it has become what novelists like to call a loveless marriage. These days, Jennifer and George go through the facade of appearing to be a contented middle-aged married couple to their friends and work colleagues. But alone in the privacy of their own home, the two rarely talk to each other and there has not been one intimate sexual moment between them in over 3 years.

For Jennifer, the greatest benefit from her marriage to George has been to produce two fine boys, Matthew 21 and Luke 19, both at university, the elder boy already heading for a career in medicine. While the boys' college is in this town, they both elected to move out of home, so the siblings share an apartment near to where they study and play.

George is a typical dry insurance man and therein lies the problem. Nothing exciting ever happens in George's humdrum existence. He goes to the office five days a week, pushes some papers around, tries to minimise the benefit pay-out that each client will get on their claims, and goes home at night. When he gets home, he doesn't have anything to say to his wife.

On the other hand, Jennifer is a radio program producer, working for the city's top-rating adult station, News Talk Radio. She is paid to steer the direction of a particular radio personality's program. In 18 years with the station, she has produced almost every major personality broadcasting on this station's AM frequency at one time or another.

When her shift is finished and she comes home, she would like nothing better than to talk to her partner about the interesting people she has spoken to that day … the pop stars, the celebrities, the politicians. But her husband isn't interested, doesn't want to discuss any aspect of her fascinating work. So until recently, Jennifer and George would sit at home, hour after hour each night, eating dinner, then watching television and reading … but not a word would be said between them.

So why was that until recently? Well, three months ago, News Talk Radio managers called Jennifer into their office, and offered her the greatest challenge she had ever encountered. The station is top of the radio ratings from dawn to dusk, but at nights they get hammered by the FM stations … have been for years. So the station has experimented with a young former FM music jock doing a talk show for a younger audience in a style that some media derogatorily call a shock jock. Jennifer took the challenge and agreed to be his producer and that means she now works right through until midnight Monday to Friday. She no longer has to fret about the spooky silences with her husband ... at least not on weeknights.

Jennifer has worked for all of the station's top personalities through the years and most had hit on her at some time. She dismissed them all with a caustic put-down. She just wasn't interested in a sordid sexual affair with any of these men, most of whom were attached. She hadn't realised initially, but her resistance to these approaches earned her several labels, none of them too favourable.

The tag that seemed to stick to her was The Ice Maiden. One day, shortly after being assigned to work with young Brett Walker, she was sitting doing some natural business on the toilet in a cubicle in the ladies room at work. She heard a couple of female co-workers come in to the ladies room, seemingly not to pee, but just to preen themselves in front of the big vanity mirror.

Sitting there staring at the back of the toilet cubicle door, Jennifer took only a vague interest in their conversation until she overheard a reference to the new talent, Brett that she was producing. 

"I heard you ran into Brett at one of the clubs the other night," said one.

"Yes, it was a good night," responded the second as Jennifer pricked up her ears.

"So do tell, what happened? Don't tell me you two got it on together?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, we did. He took me back to his new place, fabulous cliff-top home. Shit, he's hot in bed."

"I had heard that."

"Who from? Don't tell me I'm not the only one."

"Chrissie, believe me, you certainly aren't the only one. Susie in Accounts spent a whole weekend with him, says he's quite a stud."

"Stud … I've got a better name for it than that. He told me that when he was at high school, everybody called him Donkey Dick, because of his equipment."

"Donkey Dick, shit, that makes it sound like it's big."

"Oh believe me, it's big alright. Didn't you see the way I was walking here at work last Thursday. God, I was too sore to go out clubbing for a few days, then I got my period, should be last day today. Needless to say, I haven't had a man in there for about 10 days. God, I'm going up the wall."

Jennifer smiled to herself at the sexual attitude of these twenty-somethings, the next generation to her. She thought it wasn't like that in her time. She certainly wouldn't have had such a personal conversation about men she was having sex with. Not that there were that many when she was single, and nobody else since marrying George. 

Then her mind drifted to the topic of the ladies room conversation, she was intrigued that the pleasant young man whose program she was producing, was so well endowed that at school he was Donkey Dick. That description of Brett intrigued her. Even if her husband ignored her vagina, she was not averse to sexual thoughts. She couldn't wait for tonight's show to take an opportunity to stare at Brett's clothed crotch, anxious to at least see a bulge that would verify the ladies room scuttle-butt she had just heard.

The conversation outside the cubicle door continued. "So just how big is it?"

"I don't know, biggest I've ever seen. You know a lot of the time he doesn't wear any jocks because he has to slide it down inside his trouser legs. Seems it won't fit in his underpants."

"I've never had a really big one, what was it like?"

"Well, everything has to happen a lot slower. I mean, it took a while for him to get that big sucker in, then we lay there a bit longer while I got used to that size inside me, and then the rest of it seemed to take forever too. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. God, I don't know how many times I came."

"So he's not only big, he's good at it too?"

"Is he ever, big dick and he knows what to do with it. And doesn't know when to stop … it only took him about a half hour to recover and then he did me all over again. That's probably why I was so sore the next day … you know, some guys are just one-timers."

"So are you going back for more?"

"I'd love to, but he didn't seem that keen. I think he likes to spread himself around a bit. Hopefully there'll be another time."

Chapter Two

After working with veteran radio stars of her own age or older for years, Jennifer was unsure how she would find working with this 27-year-old, a raw recruit from the FM music ranks. But to her delight, she found young Brett Walker a confident and professional broadcaster, without the arrogance of most of the veteran old timers. 

From their first day working together, he conceded that he was new to AM and new to Talk Radio, so he lapped up everything that Jennifer taught him and they got on extremely well. But he never overstepped the mark. There was 19 years between them and Brett respected her experience and knowledge of the industry. He seemed to respect too that she was a woman working in what was essentially a man's domain.

As an FM music radio announcer, Brett's career had been stagnant, he had been just another time and temperature jock with a reasonably good joke book of one-liners. But his ratings never rose above the average. The management of News Talk Radio were astute enough to recognise, on the few occasions when his FM masters would allow him to talk, that he had great communication skills with listeners. 

He became an instant success on AM radio, driving the station's night-time audience ratings up. But in the broadcast media, coupled with ratings success comes an obligation to participate in sponsor entertaining, going out with the people who pay the big dollars. That normally involved booze, nightclubs, fast cars and women, but he was single so he took it all in his stride. 

Several times, Jennifer suggested to Brett that he curb his enthusiasm for life in the fast lane, but her warnings seemed to fall on deaf ears. Brett had already created a new lifestyle where he would come off air at midnight, still hyped up from the intensity of his program. He claimed he needed to go out to clubs until 3 or 4am, just to unwind from his frenetic show.

Over her years in Radio working one-on-one with radio personalities, Jennifer had been accustomed to starting work about 4 hours before the program went to air. She would use that time to plan the show and to work the phones lining up talent for interviews and regular segments.

After three months of starting at 4pm each afternoon, Jennifer realised that this shift was different, that by 4pm most of the best potential guests for the night program had already been over exposed on the daytime shows. She needed to get to these people earlier in the day, persuade them to bypass other media and come on Brett's program exclusively that night. To achieve this, she decided that she would need to start much earlier in the day and work a broken shift. Something like 10 until 1 to prepare material and guests, then arrive back in at work about 6.30 to fine tune the program before letting Brett loose on his audience from 8 until midnight.

The initial problem with that plan was that Jennifer needed Brett's input at her 10am meeting, but he had already become a night owl and he told his producer that he wasn't about to turn up at work before lunch … not when he would be working until midnight. Jennifer dealt with her dilemma by telling her new young boss that she would come to his house at 10 every day for a meeting to pre-plan that night's show. Due to his nocturnal lifestyle, she promised to keep his required input to a minimum.

And so it was that, just 3 months after taking on this assignment, Jennifer found herself driving down the Canyon Road around 9.45am five mornings a week. Brett had even given her a front door key and a remote to open his garage door since there was little parking on the narrow street outside in this picturesque hillside coastal location. 

The young man had decided he needed the playboy image to back up his instant fame, so he had leased a magnificent cliff top mansion overlooking the sea. The house was built over several levels into the cliff face, with entry from the road to a security garage on top of the house. Immediately down a short flight of stairs from the garage was a floor with just two bedrooms. 

To the left was Brett's master bedroom and to the right a guest bedroom, each with their own en suite bathrooms. Directly ahead between the two bedrooms was a short hallway, it was like walking up a T. The top crossbar of the T was another length of hall behind the back walls of the bedrooms. It was more like a narrow balcony - running the width of the house and open on one side to look out over the floor below, with a waist-high glass-sided railing for safety. 

It only took Jennifer a couple of visits to the house to figure out that the glass railing was very functional for young Brett. A combination of modules made up a large lounge in the lower level living area … it was positioned immediately below the clear glass railing. Anybody sitting or lying in the lounge would be looking directly up at anyone standing above. If that happened to be a woman in a dress, he could see straight up under her dress. The first time she stood at the railing and noticed Brett looking up her dress, Jennifer was actually flattered that a young man 19 years younger than her would find her exposed bare thighs, and possibly even her crotch, worth ogling.

That living area level was basically a huge lounge room, along with kitchen and dining tucked in under the overhang of the bedrooms above. The wall on the ocean side was entirely glass to accentuate the magnificent ocean views. Beyond the glass was an in-ground swimming pool, suspended over the drop to the beach below. Below the living area was yet another floor, a basement level that housed another guest bedroom, another bathroom and a large den/bar for parties or whatever.

So at ten each morning, Jennifer would drive up in her car, press the remote to have the garage door lift to allow access to her car. She would walk down the short flight from the top floor garage, stroll past the bedroom doors and along the short hallway to look over the balcony railing, checking to see if Brett was up yet. If Brett was not to be seen on the floor below, then he must still be in bed.

The first few days, Jennifer would leave her young charge to the privacy of his bedroom, sleeping off the night before – but after two weeks, she realised that she was losing half the day by sitting around waiting for Brett to stir. So one morning, on a whim, she simply decided that no room was to be sacred for Brett Walker, she would search the house until she found him and woke him.

The first day she did it, Jennifer walked to the railing and looked down into the living area. There was no sign of life, she wheeled around, strode purposefully back to Brett's bedroom door and, without even knocking, barged on in.

There he was, fast asleep in his huge bed. Fortunately for Jennifer, he was alone. How embarrassed she would have been if some casual nymphette from the previous night had still been around … worse still if they had been at it. Jennifer had not contemplated that prospect, even though she was aware from his boasts that he regularly picked up a young woman in one of the clubs and brought her home to bed her.

The impact of her bold move to invade his sleeping space hit Jennifer when she stopped at the foot of his bed and gazed down at the sleeping 27 year old's buffed male body … naked as far down as she could see, possibly totally. A single sheet lay strewn across his body, somehow conveniently covering his pubic region, but only just. The top hem of the sheet lay well below his waist … she was able to stand and admire his six-pack and she peered closely, noticing she could see just a few of his pubic hairs sticking out from under the sheet.

Brett was flat on his back, his legs spread casually wide in a physically macho position. As she peered at the outline of his body, Jennifer noticed that the sheet bulged right where his penis would be lying and she recalled the conversation she had overheard in the ladies room at work. This was the closest she had ever got to one that was allegedly oversized. She and her husband had been quite sexually active in the early years of their marriage, not that she considered her husband a masterful lover. Then again, she probably couldn't judge what masterful was, because she had only known 3 or 4 young men intimately before marrying George and her memories of those were of them being only average.

Not having had sex with her husband – or even with any man - for more than three years, Jennifer had considered that part of her life may have unfortunately ended. At times, that thought distressed her. After all, at only 46, her child-bearing years may be over, but she often thought that doing it with a man for fun could still be good. If only her now dreary husband, George ever had an inclination. She sometimes wondered if her husband was getting it elsewhere … or had he just lost the interest in sex totally.

Jennifer had never contemplated cheating on George, so she was more than surprised at her reaction when she felt some arousal in her body as she gazed at the shape of that part of Brett's anatomy that lay pulsing beneath the sheet. She had a latent urge to gently lift the covering to observe. She didn't of course. But she did find herself walking up along each side of the bed, checking from all angles to see if she could somehow get a sneak peek at the appendage that lay so near to her, just beneath the sheet.

Brett began to stir, his arms stretching out and almost clobbering Jennifer in the head as she bent over the bed in trying to peek under the sheet that was draped across his belly. She withdrew quickly, hesitating, unsure whether to flee from the room, or to stay to confront Brett and demand that he be up each day by ten. She chose the latter and settled into a chair near the bed to await the opening of his eyes. 

That would turn out to be another 20 minutes away. But while she waited, she was entertained by Brett's body occasionally shifting beneath the sheet … and by his hand slipping nonchalantly under the sheet where it appeared to grasp his own cock and very slowly tug and stroke it. 'Is he awake?' wondered Jennifer as she sat, her eyes riveted on Brett, master of his domain. But despite the casual slow movement beneath the sheet, never once did it fall away enough to expose his hand, or reveal the cock that it held so affectionately.

When Brett did eventually open his eyes and spotted his producer sitting in his bedroom, staring fixedly at his body, he was genuinely startled. "Jen, what the fuck are you doing here?"

She defiantly rose up from the chair to come and stand near to the bed, "I've told you before, Brett, I don't intend to waste my day sitting around waiting for you to wake up. So I've made a decision … if you're not up when I arrive each day, I am coming in here to your bedroom to wake you."

"That could be a bit embarrassing for you, Jen. I'm not always on my own, if you get my drift."

"Brett honey, I have a job to do. If I don't get started lining up potential interview subjects before twelve, then we'll lose them to the shows that go on before us. Don't make my job any harder than it already is."

"Yeah, well okay, don't nag me, I take your point. But right now, I am busting to take a piss, so what about you go wait outside?"

For a moment, she didn't make any move, her feet set in place, her inaction guided by her perverse desire to see under the sheet.

He tried again, "I sleep naked, Jen … I have nothing on under here, have you got the message?" His hand came out from under the sheet, releasing his grip on his penis.

He called her bluff. "Alright, alright, I'm going." She reluctantly turned her head away and started for the door, knowing that she should appear to be threatened, not tempted, by what would emerge from under the sheet. Some strange part of her wanted to sneak a peek back at him as he rose behind her, but she resisted the urge. "I'll see you downstairs, Brett."

Five minutes later, he joined her on the floor below, wearing only shorts and a tee shirt. Again, Jennifer found herself strangely interested in the handsome young man's physique. At the studio, she always saw him more fully clothed. 'Why am I feeling like this?' she pondered. 'I shouldn't be attracted to a man young enough to be my son. This is madness, my hormones must be raging out of control.' She even thought she felt a warm twitch within her vagina as she watched him saunter across the room toward her … her eyes daring to briefly dart nervously down to check out the movement in the front of his shorts.


Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 01



"Jen, I like you a lot, you have been my rock in switching over from FM to talk radio … I couldn't have become as successful as I have so quickly without your guidance…"

"Thank you, Brett," she puffed out her chest at his praise.

"But honey, you are going to seriously piss me off if I find you sitting staring at me when I wake up every morning."

"Oh," she wasn't expecting that. She attempted to justify her stance. "Brett, I have a job to do, and I really do need your help. Talk Radio is not just about doing the four hours on air, it's about preparation … and I have to have your input. What about we compromise? I promise not to invade your sleeping space, but you have to promise to set the alarm and get up when I arrive. When we're done planning that night's show, probably about an hour's work, I will leave and I don't give a fig what you do."

"Don't you mean you don't give a fuck what I do?"

"No, fig is fine, Brett. I don't use that kind of language."

"What, never? Fig is such a stupid substitute word, Jen. Isn't there some time in your life when you get angry and curse and swear … just a little."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's not my way."

"Could you say it for me then, just for me, just once?"

"Why … why would you want me to say that?"

"Because I think it's fabulous to hear some prim and proper non-sexual lady like yourself say fuck. Go on, humour me, Jen … just repeat what you said, only say fuck instead of fig."

Jennifer really didn't want to. She wasn't too sure about how she felt being described as prim and proper … and what did he mean by non-sexual – that hurt her. However, she did have standards, most of her life. In this industry, she had been around some men who swore like troopers, but none had ever requested her to indulge in that same kind of language.

She should just have told him no, that she wasn't going to indulge him, but strangely, she was drawn into bantering with this impressive young man just a few years older than her two sons. "So what did I say again?"

"You said that after we have a one hour meeting each day, you will leave and not give a fig what I do. Since your inference was that I might go back to fucking after you'd gone, I want you to use the real f word instead of fig."

She paused, looking him directly in the eyes, then she took a big swallow and quite loudly and confidently said, "Brett, after we've had our meeting, I don't give a fuck what you do." Amazingly, she even managed to put emphasis on the fuck word. She blushed as she spoke the word, but low down within her vagina, she again felt that warm twinge as the word fuck came from her lips.

While she silently puzzled as to why she had felt two brief warm spasms from inside her body, Brett broke into exaggerated applause. "Now that wasn't too hard, was it?"

She was still blushing when she plucked up the courage to ask, "Brett, why did you describe me as non-sexual? What gives you that impression about me?"

Brett sighed … he thought for a moment before speaking. "Jen, for a start, you've already told me about your husband and how you and he haven't fucked in three years…"

Jennifer cringed at his use of the f word again.

Brett continued, "…but also I've watched you in a group and when everybody starts talking sex, you go quiet and don't participate, like you don't want to talk about it even."

"Brett, it might be true that I don't participate in those discussions. It's also true that I feel a bit uneasy when people talk about their sex lives. I think that should be left in the bedroom. But don't get me wrong, I am not against sex, I think it's a wonderful thing between two people and I have good memories of it." She paused, trying to decide whether to say more, "And … err … maybe one day, if my husband continues the way he is, I might go out and find a man to enjoy it with." She blushed again at making that admission to this man who was young enough to be her son.

"Bravo, that's great! I hope you do Jen … everybody needs some sex in their lives. You're never too old for it!"

"Well, listen to you, the great philosopher!"

Jennifer steered him back to the work they had to complete and they got through it within an hour. She told him she would see him at the station tonight about seven and left quickly, before he attempted to make her say fuck again.

Driving back to town, she thought deeply about her reactions this morning. Why had she become almost obsessed in wanting to look beneath the sheet at this young man's equipment, why had she agreed to say fuck for him, and why did both events cause her to feel some minor pulsing within her vagina?

Until today, there had only ever been one previous sexual reference between them. It had been late one night while Brett was doing his radio program. Jennifer was based in a small room, separated by double-glazing from the studio from where he broadcast. During the 11pm news bulletin, Brett walked in to see Jennifer, her top half bent over the desk as she tried to retrieve some paper that had fallen down the other side. Her arse was at the edge of the desk. If she was closer to his age or he had felt he knew her better, he might have stepped behind, put his hands on her hips and rubbed his crotch against her arse.

But he didn't know how she might react, so he held back, just admiring her form. She always wore skirts or dresses – never slacks – and the one she wore this night hugged her body superbly. Brett could see the dress clinging to the curves of her two buttocks, the material even seemed to tuck into the cleavage of her arse. He could also make out a pantie line. He paused to admire the shape of her body before he spoke, because despite her being nearly his mother's age, this was one magnificent looking arse.

"Jen, what a fabulous arse you've got."

"What did you say?" responded Jennifer, sounding quite astonished, lifting up from the desk and turning her head, having retrieved her lost papers.

Brett wasn't put off by the critical look she gave him as she turned her body around to face him, "I said you've got a great arse."

"That's what I thought you said."

"So what's wrong with that? You have … and you should know it. You obviously take care of yourself … you're a good looking woman, but your arse is almost perfect … a ten!"

Jennifer didn't know what to say to the young man. Should she be angry or offended that her work colleague was making an overtly sexual reference about her body. She looked into his face, but all she saw was a young man making an honest observation … not some leering pervert.

She mellowed quickly, "Well, thank you, Brett … that's very nice of you to … err, to … to notice."

"It's not the first time I've noticed, but your arse just looked really good with you stretched out over the desk."

"Umm, well … thanks again!"

Chapter Three

The following two mornings at Brett's house were totally different after her confrontation with him … we will call them Day 2 & Day 3 of this new arrangement. On each occasion, she bypassed the bedroom and walked to the glass side of the balcony railing. She was pleasantly surprised to find the young man up and about, lounging on the settee in the living area directly below where she stood.

On Day 2, watching his eyes darting from her face to her legs, she got a thrill that a woman her age could tempt a young man his age to steal a few peeks up her dress. She could have moved away from the railing as soon as she established that he was downstairs and gone straight down to join him. But instead, she pushed her pelvis forward, pressing her tummy up against the glass. The bottom hem of her loose summery dress was about two inches above the knee. 

She surreptitiously slid her feet a little further apart, encouraging him to see higher up under her dress. She could only guess at how much he might see. Brett was almost directly below her and, in talking small talk with him, she leaned forward to bend her head downward over the railing edge. She bounced her knees forward against the glass and that started a little movement of her dress swirling around her thighs … improving his view, she hoped.

Having bantered some trivial talk with him about his being up so early, she realised that unless she could keep this conversation going, she would have to give up her little game and move downstairs for business. She drew her head back upright and gazing forward through the huge picture window that revealed the large expanse of ocean in front of the grand house, she sensed she could draw this out for a minute or two more. "I've never taken in this wonderful view before. Brett, you can just see forever."

Never taking his eyes off the mature woman directly above him, he smiled, but she didn't see it. She was content to appear distracted, looking out at the view, allowing him license to look up under her dress unhindered and unchallenged, "You can indeed, Jen … see forever I mean. Looks just great!"

Jennifer noted his comment and she too smiled, pleased with the little game she had initiated with him. She could have acknowledged that she had seen where his eyes were probing and even playfully admonished him for stealing a peep. But then she could never again stand there at the railing without acknowledging that she knew what he was doing. Better to feign ignorance at this time. By pretending not to know what he could see, she figured she would be able to stand here again in all innocence and give him a free look, maybe even every day if she felt like it. 

And so on Day 3, she embarked upon a similar male-female ritual, flaunting the view of her inner thighs and perhaps more up under her dress. Maybe he could even see clearly to her pantied mound.

The weekend intervened, allowing two days for her to cool her ardour for her young workmate. She had been hurt by his description of her as non-sexual, and she was determined to change that opinion. It was not that she even imagined that there might be any hard-core sexual activity between the young man and herself. She just wanted him to change his opinion of her, to see her as a healthy sexual being as well as a work colleague. At the same time, she needed to use his raw sexuality to bring out a change in her own attitudes. She was beginning to see their close business friendship as a means to make her more open in dealing with other males of her own age.

So on Monday, Jennifer drove up in her car, parked in the garage, bounced through the front door, past the bedroom doors and straight to the balcony railing, expecting to see Brett sitting up waiting for her. She hoped that maybe they would again play their little peeping game at the balcony railing. 

Instead, the very vibrant and exciting sound of a couple deep in fornication probably reached her ears a moment or two before she looked over the railing to the lounge area below. There she saw young Brett, well at least, his back and his bare arse above another person … his arse in particular was moving rapidly, obviously driving a part of him into the body beneath him.

The back of Brett's head, shoulders and back obscured the top half of the woman who lay beneath him. Only her legs that were stretched tightly around his hips, her feet locked just above his arse, and her arms that held on tight around his back, were visible. Her raucous shrill sounds of sexual excitement confirmed to Jennifer that it was a woman beneath him … not that she would suspect anything else from this macho young man. The female sounded to be extremely excited, perhaps even on the verge of fulfilment, her panting gasps of delight echoing around the cavernous room, far louder than Brett's expressive grunts as his arse maintained its downward pressure in a piston like manoeuvre.

Jennifer's initial reaction was to pull back for fear of being seen watching, but quickly she realised that the woman couldn't see around Brett's head, and he of course was looking down at the woman who seemed about to receive his ejaculation. Jennifer eased forward again, confident at being able to watch without being caught. She would be so embarrassed if either of them knew she was watching.

Jennifer found that she could not look away, what was it about this scene that drew her in? She had never suspected that she might have voyeuristic tendencies, yet that's what it was. The coupling scene below fascinated her. She had never actually seen a couple doing it live like this. She had once watched an illicit copy of Deep Throat that George had brought home, back in their younger and sexually active days. Obviously, George had wanted Jennifer to see the movie so she would emulate Linda Lovelace. She had not been that naïve, she did try it and George seemed to enjoy it.

Jennifer felt that warm tingling feeling within her vagina again, but this time it wasn't just once or twice … it was constant and she was forced to squeeze her thighs together and press her pelvis hard up against the glass railing, seeking some relief.

The young woman's voice became clearer as she implored Brett to finish with her. "Oh God, I'm going to cum again. Please Brett … please, cum with me. Cum now, please cum now!"

Jennifer heard no response from Brett, he just maintained his pounding rhythm into the young woman, who was spot on with her expectation. Her loud moans and shrieks and laboured breathing let it be clearly known to the other two people in this house that she was indeed coming … and very strongly.

Brett didn't appear to let up to allow the young woman to bask in her delirious pleasure, he just kept pounding his cock into the woman beneath him. Jennifer thought back on the woman's words 'I'm going to cum again'. 'Goodness me, don't tell me she's already cum once, how long has this been going on before I walked in. What sort of a stud is he?'

Jennifer wished for a better view so she reluctantly tore herself away from her high vantage point and crept down the stairs so she could be on the same level as the copulating couple. She managed to sneak into the kitchen and peep at the pair in the adjoining lounge room from behind the waist high breakfast bar. Now she was on the same level and directly behind Brett's arse and feet. From this new location, she could actually see glimpses of his wet cock pulling out and pushing back into the young woman's body at a frighteningly quick pace.

But not for long, the young woman was sounding like she would shortly be orgasmic once more and now Brett too sounded to be close to losing it. The warm tingling was intense in Jennifer's loins, becoming a pulsing. She pressed her body against the breakfast bar and found the knob handle of a cupboard at just the right height. She managed to twist her thighs around it so that the protruding knob was rubbing up against her crotch.

The pair on the lounge exploded in sexual bliss, their panting and moans and screams sufficient to drown out the sound of Jennifer's laboured breathing as she ineffectually attempted to draw some pleasure from the cupboard door knob. She would have needed longer, but the couple on the lounge were done. Reluctantly, Jennifer eased back from the breakfast bar and smoothed her dress down in front, her fingers pressing momentarily against her pubis through the material. 

This was about to be awkward, how could she announce her presence in the house to the naked couple that were still physically and sexually locked together, their heavy breathing only now abating. Jennifer wondered why Brett would have started sexual activity with this young woman so close to her set arrival time? Had he done it on purpose? Was this some game of his to flaunt rampant sexual activity in her face? Was he a step ahead of her? Did he already know the effect his near naked body had had on her the other day?

Jennifer decided to start making some noise to let them know she was in the house. She boiled the kettle and got some mugs out, fervently peeping over at the couple until she saw them recognise the sounds coming from the kitchen. Then she called out cheerily, "Anybody feel like a coffee?"

"Oh, you're here, Jen. How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," she told him, "That was quite a show."

"Sorry Jen, I thought we'd be finished before you got here."

Jennifer had been watching the couple from behind the breakfast bar while they talked, Brett had still not turned around to look at her. She saw him manoeuvre his body up and off the young girl whose legs had now dropped from around his arse. She felt another twinge in her own vagina as she watched the moment that she guessed was that part of his body withdrawing from the young girl's vagina.

She saw Brett move off to the side, revealing the girl's spread thighs and her wantonly open vagina. She had thought she might get a glimpse of that appendage of his, but all she saw was more of his back and arse and him holding up the filled condom that he had just pulled off his cock, throwing it off to one side. He leaned over close to the woman's face and said something. Jennifer's romantic nature hoped that Brett might have expressed something affectionate to this young woman who he had probably only met hours ago.

The young woman rolled off the lounge to the left and while Jennifer was trying to get a look at her face in an attempt to gauge her age, Brett slipped off the other side of the lounge and managed to get away upstairs without Jennifer spotting his penis. 'Damn, missed it again,' she thought to herself.

With Brett gone, Jennifer found her attention drawn to the young girl, who was now standing beside the lounge, pulling on her panties. Then she turned and walked over to sit at the breakfast bar, opposite Jennifer. The girl was naked except for the panties and Jennifer found herself embarrassed, unsure where to look. She couldn't miss checking out the girl's breasts and noted that they were impressive. She recalled how upright and pert were the breasts of young women of this age.

"Can I have a coffee please?" the young girl asked Jennifer politely.

"Err, sure!" she acknowledged and poured a cup for her. "I'm Jennifer," she offered, pushing her hand across and the young woman shook it. The hand was damp and Jennifer shuddered, wondering what the moisture was from? Where had that hand just been? It could be the girl's own juices or worse still, it might be Brett's cum. Jennifer picked up a towel and wiped her hand vigorously.

"Hi," the girl responded brightly, "I'm Carrie."

"Have you known Brett very long?"

The young girl giggled at the question, "A few hours … man, he's great! Such endurance … God, we did it … err, I don't know … two or three times since we got here to this house about 4am … and he makes me just cum and cum. Shit, I'm all shagged out. He's tremendous."

Jennifer was hesitant. She was curious, but she didn't know how much information she really wanted to absorb. "So how old are you, Carrie?"

"Old enough, if that's what you're getting at." When she saw the way Jennifer was looking at her, Carrie seemed like she felt compelled to continue. "I'm 18, just finished high school in the spring." She giggled again, "Brett wants me to wear my school uniform next time."

"Really!" said Jennifer condescendingly. "And did you know that Brett's 27, isn't that a bit old for an 18 year old?"

"God, you sound like my mother … that's what she'd say if she knew I was here bonking this guy instead of having a sleepover at my girlfriend's house." Carrie sort of stared at Jennifer, "Who are you anyway? Are you his mother or the housekeeper?"




Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 01



"She's my lover and I'm in deep shit, Carrie. You're going to have to go," Brett's voice came from across the room as he reappeared, dressed respectably in a casual shirt and slacks.

Jennifer did a double take at Brett's words, but she was not as shocked as young Carrie. "What, you're lover. Shit, you're weird, man. I'm out of here, next you'll be wanting me to be in a three-way."

Carrie slid off the bar stool and hurried across the room, snatching up clothing and dressing as she went, quickly disappearing up the stairs. Brett came over to the breakfast bar and took the stool that Carrie had been sitting on. "So who's been sitting in my chair?" he joked in his big daddy bear voice, picking up Carrie's coffee cup, "And who's been drinking my coffee?"

Jennifer laughed at his impromptu humour. "So was that little display to help me overcome my non-sexual ways?"

"No, that wasn't my intention, I just lost track of the time," he claimed as he sipped from the cup. "Did it offend you to watch?"

She looked Brett straight in the eye, trying to appear in control of her emotions. "No, not at all, I found it quite … err, exciting!"

"Really, that's good. There's some sexual life in you yet."

"Oh, I'm sure there is."

"So we better get started, what's been happening in the world overnight? What have you got planned for tonight's show?"

Normally quite businesslike, Jennifer was disappointed that he had quickly changed the subject to the program. She would have liked to discuss sex with him a bit longer. 'My God, what is happening to me? I seem to be becoming overtly sexual. But is that a good thing?'

Chapter Four

Tuesday and Wednesday that week returned to the way it had been on Thursday and Friday the previous week. Jennifer arrived right on ten, walked briskly to the railing to find Brett lounging below her, seemingly anxious to resume their little game of looking up her dress. She didn't disappoint him, finding all manner of excuses not to continue on downstairs, but to stay, standing pressed up against the glass, her knees bouncing off it, the loose dress flouncing around, exposing most of her inner thighs that were spread apart by the wide stance of her feet.

Jennifer had even thought about leaving her panties off when she dressed each morning, but timidly decided that she wasn't quite ready to take that giant step yet. 'Leave men wanting more,' she thought to herself. The mystery of her crotch, concealed by her flimsy panties, provided a more exciting temptation than giving him a clear unhindered look at her labia lips, if indeed he could see that far up. She still wasn't sure how high the young man could see … just how much of her body she was revealing.

If walking in on a live sex act on Monday morning had shocked her, then that surprise would be surpassed by what she got to see on Thursday morning. Jennifer hurried to the railing and looked down, but was disappointed to find Brett wasn't there waiting to play their little peeping game. She turned and retraced her steps back to stand at his bedroom door. She had promised not to enter his domain again, but then he had promised to be awake and ready for her at ten each morning.

Jennifer pushed the door and it swung open. She looked across at the bed and saw that there were two bodies in it. She hesitated, unsure of what to do next. Should she walk right on in and wake him? The couple did appear to be both asleep. But what really caught Jennifer's attention this morning was that there was no sheet covering their naked bodies. If she was game to invade his room, then it appeared that at last Jennifer would get her wish to see Brett's penis in all its glory. Would it match up to the descriptions of the women in the ladies room?

Driven by her assurance to Brett not to again invade his space, Jennifer for now resisted her strong urge to enter the room. She reluctantly tore herself away and retreated downstairs to make a cup of coffee. Once there in the kitchen, her curiosity got the better of her and she decided to make three cups and determined that she would return upstairs to waken the sleeping lovebirds. 

She stood in the kitchen, willing the kettle to boil quickly in fear that Brett may wake and spoil her opportunity. Again, she tried to find a reason as to why she was so obsessed with glimpsing his penis. Was Brett becoming an object of desire for her? 'How stupid can I be?' she mused, 'I am old enough to be his mother, for God's sake … well, almost!'

At last the kettle boiled and she prepared a tray with 3 filled coffee mugs – steaming hot - and Jennifer had also quickly whipped up some buttered toast with jam. She scurried back upstairs bearing her breakfast tray. She paused at the door to his bedroom, the couple appeared not to have stirred yet. She moved quietly across the room and placed the tray down gently on the bedside table.

Brett lay on his side, his back toward Jennifer. He was facing the young woman who lay on her back, her legs spread obscenely exposing her genitals, appearing to have not moved since her lover had rolled off her. Jennifer snuck closer, going to the bottom of the bed to get a better view. Her two hands flew up to partly cover her face in shock at what she saw.

There were traces of bright red blood on the girl's spread thighs and on the sheet underneath her. Jennifer walked silently around to the other side of the bed and leant over to inspect. Yes, it was blood all right. There also appeared to be a smear of it on Brett's penis that at last Jennifer could get a look at. It hadn't been only the sight of blood that caused Jennifer's stunned surprise. It was also that Brett's penis was fully erect, rock hard and incredibly thick … both longer and wider than her husband's tool.

She couldn't help herself, Jennifer leaned right over the sleeping girl to closely study Brett's engorged penis. It did appear to be a remarkable size, not that she was an expert - she only had George's to go by. Her husband's was uncut, but this elongated object was rounded and smooth at the head and she realised that this must be what a circumcised penis looks like.

She would love to have reached out and touched it, she was just so fascinated by it. 'How can it be so massive when he is asleep. I thought that they had to be physically or mentally aroused to get in that state?'

"So what do you think?" Brett's voice startled Jennifer and she jumped back, embarrassed at being caught peering at it. "It's called morning wood … guys often wake up busting for a piss. The male body is a marvellous thing, it manages to hold back the piss while the guy is sleeping by stiffening into an erection."

"Oh!" she simply said, not knowing what else to say or how to explain away her intense curiosity. "How long have you been awake?"

"Only since you walked around the bed … so what do you think of it? How does it measure up?"

Jennifer blushed crimson, "I wasn't … I mean, I'm not … err, I err … I wasn't checking size, I was just … oh my God, I don't know, I was just curious. I heard you were called Donkey Dick at school."

"Somebody's been talking out of school. And what about you … perhaps I better retract that slur I made about you being non-sexual."

She tried to smile, "I think it's your lifestyle that fascinates me." She blatantly took a long stare at it again and then she saw the blood that she had forgotten to ask about. "Did you know there's a bit of blood down here?"

Brett rolled onto his back and lifted up his upper body to rest on his elbows, looking down along his and his companion's body. "Umm, yes there is!" He turned to look Jennifer in the eyes, "Can you believe my luck, she was a virgin. That's my first!" He chuckled at his own humour, "There's a couple of first's in this together!"

"When did you meet her?"

"Last night, after my show, down at one of the clubs."

"And she gave up her virginity to some guy who chatted her up in a nightclub? Whatever happened to it being a special moment."

"Come off it Jennifer, girls don't think that way anymore. Virginity just becomes a hindrance, get rid of it so that they can enjoy sex."

"What would she be, 18 … 19? I'm amazed that she waited until her late teens, like she was saving it, like girls used to. And then she gives it away to some guy who takes her home to his palatial pad. I just don't get it! And by the way, I thought you used condoms?"

"I usually do with the one night stands, but when I discovered that she was a virgin, I figured what the heck, I can't catch anything from her, she hasn't been anywhere."

"But it's also about what she could get from you."

"No, I'm good, really clean."

"I hope so, Brett."

"So, I guess we better wake her up so we can get on with our day."

"I brought up some coffee and toast if you want some, it's on the bedside table."

"Wow, you're quite a housekeeper. Coffee sounds great, but listen, if you're through inspecting my cock, I might duck in and take a piss. See if I can get this cock of mine down to size. Or maybe you'd like to help with that?"

Other than his previous compliment about her arse, it was the first overtly sexual reference that Brett had ever made to Jennifer and she gave him a cold withering look that told him he had gone too far. "Sorry Jen!" he told her when he saw her reaction.

He disappeared into the en suite bathroom and she was left standing beside the bed, looking down on the naked deflowered virgin. 'Damn,' she berated herself, 'I just indicated disgust at his comment. I don't think I want to discourage him like that. I really need to leave the door open to his approaches … I think! Oh my God, I'm so confused … I shouldn't even be thinking sexual thoughts about a man almost 20 years younger.'

Brett returned still naked, and now that she had seen all of him, he was obviously not embarrassed to parade his nudity around in front of his work producer. His penis had softened, it flopped from side to side as he walked … but even in this flaccid state, it looked impressive in size. Soft as it now was, it was still bigger than George's when his was erect. "We might take the coffee's back downstairs, Jen, let this girl sleep it off."

"Yes, that would be convenient, she might even still be here when I go, and you can give her another one."

"Ooh, that hurts, Jen!"

They retired downstairs to the breakfast bar in the kitchen and got on with the work of preparing that night's show.

Chapter Five

That night, Jennifer told Brett that she had a doctor's appointment Friday morning and would therefore not come out to the house to prepare Friday night's show. She sensed from his reaction that he seemed almost disappointed that he wouldn't be seeing her in the morning. She wondered if this young man, who was getting more than enough hot sex from girls younger than he, was actually deriving some sexual titillation from the almost daily sessions of looking up her dress.

Over the weekend, she had an idea and, when George went off down to the shops, she went rummaging through her bedroom dresser drawers. It took a while, but she found the garment that she was looking for. Jennifer held it up to examine it … there wasn't much of it. It was a sexy black lace garter belt that once fitted snugly around her belly, sitting between her navel and her pubis. Would it still fit her now? Her mother had worn them regularly as an everyday item of underwear to hold her stockings up in the era before pantyhose. Jennifer had only bought it to spice up her marriage back in the days when the sex life between George and she was still quite active.

Peeping out through her bedroom curtains to ensure George had not returned early, she shed her jeans and tried on the garter belt. The clasp just made it around her body, although it did feel tight on her. Nevertheless, it got around her even if it might leave a mark, the four straps dropped down, hanging loosely. Their purpose was to hold up her stockings, 'I wonder if I still have a pair?' she wondered as she rummaged some more.

She dug around in the dresser drawer and came upon a pair of black nylon stockings, never worn and still sealed in the original packet. 'So much for that experimental period with George,' she mused as she tore the wrapping off and tried them on. One by one, she pulled them up each leg and attached them to the hanging garter straps, then stood at the full-length mirror, the outfit was perfect. She turned to see how they would look from front and rear, checking out the arse that the young man seemed besotted with. "Not bad for a middle-aged woman," she mumbled to herself. "How surprised is Brett gonna be when he steals a peep up my dress on Monday morning?"

She put her underwear ensemble away, but inwardly she continued to question her motives as to why some part of her wanted to do this. 'What will be achieved,' she thought, 'in this 46 year old woman trying to turn on a 27 year old man who was screwing a different girl nearly every night? Is this what I really want and does he really need this?' She told herself yes, that is what she really wants … not just to feel loved again, but by someone who seems to desire her. And she convinced herself that he did desire her. 'What's that new description? A cougar … that's what I am … a cougar.'

All the rest of the weekend, Jennifer could not stop thinking about seeing Brett on Monday morning. On Sunday afternoon, she had a sudden impulse to rush down to the Mall and buy a thong to add to her new ensemble. She had never worn a g-string, she always felt that the thin strand of material pulled up tightly against her anus would be uncomfortable to wear all day. 

She made her purchase in the Lingerie Department and was heading out of the store when she ran into one of her – and George's - best friends. "Lisa, how are you," said Jennifer, clutching the bag with her purchase to her side, not wanting to draw attention to it.

"Hi Jen, it's good to see you … I don't see as much of you now that you work those dreadful hours at the station. How's it going with that young guy? Shit, he sounds an arrogant little pig on air."

Jennifer beamed a big smile at the mention of him, "Brett, no, he's wonderful, what a lovely young man. No Lisa, you've got the wrong idea, he's nothing like what you hear on the radio."

"Yeah whatever … so what did you buy?" Lisa looked down at the package that Jennifer thought she was hiding, clutched to her side. "Come on, show me, something nice."

Jennifer blushed crimson, "Just a little sexy indulgence, it's nothing."

Lisa reached for the bag, "Come on girl, now you've got me really curious … show me, Jen."

Jennifer reluctantly brought the bag up between them, looking around her covertly, then reassured that nobody else was looking, opened the bag. Lisa peeped in, "Well, aren't you the naughty one? A little black lace to tease George with, looks like there's still some fire in your bed."

Jennifer didn't really think it through, she just blurted out, "Oh, it's not for George, God, we haven't had an intimate moment in years."

Lisa's mouth was open, aghast, "But you and George look to be okay when we catch up with you guys at parties and so on. What's happened?"

Jennifer felt forced to reveal the truth, she had come this far. "That's all an act on his part, Lisa … George and I don't even speak to each other when there's no friends around, haven't for more than three years. And as for sex, same thing, nothing in years."

Lisa's mouth was still open in surprise. "I am one of your closest friends, how come you never told me?"

"I don't know, I wanted to. I'm sick of living a lie, but he seemed to want to have this image of us continuing to be a happily married couple, perfectly contented."

"Get out of here, Jen." Lisa looked around her and saw what she wanted, "Listen Jen, have you got a minute, let's have a coffee and you can tell me more."

Jennifer was hesitant, she didn't really want to debate the downfall of her marriage with Lisa, at least not today. "I don't know, I really should get back."

"What to? To George, who you say doesn't talk to you?"

The woman needed to be convinced that Jennifer was telling her the truth, "You're quite right, Lisa, come on."

The two women walked over to the coffee shop and found a quiet table. Jennifer went into more detail about the demise of her marriage to George … that how since the kids left home, they found they had nothing in common. She knew that Lisa would swing the conversation back to the purchase she had just made. Sure enough, it came up.

"So Jen, who's the new man in your life?"

Jennifer tried to look innocent, "Nobody Lisa, there's no one."

"So you are just buying black sexy lingerie for yourself?"

"I have never worn a thong, I had an impulse to try one, that's all."

"I'm not buying it, honey. I want to hear the full story."

Jennifer knew that she couldn't tell her. After all, nothing had happened with Brett yet. She would feel so foolish if she went ahead and told Lisa of her feelings for Brett and he went and rejected her when she plucked up enough courage to push their relationship to the next step.

Jennifer changed the subject, slightly. "Lisa, you've been around the block, you've told me before about some of your sexual exploits when you were younger…"

"God Jen, you make me sound like a slut."

"No, I'm sorry … I'm just curious about penis size. I've never really thought much about it."

"So your new guy – that you deny exists - has a cock that's different in size to George's, eh?"

"Lisa, I told you, there's no new guy."

"And I told you I'm not buying it. So tell me, what's the size difference?"

"No, I'm just asking about George's … err, penis?" She raised her hand and held her fingers about 4 inches apart. "Is that normal, Lisa?"

Her friend pulled a face, "Yuck, I hope not … what are you talking? Stiff erection size?"

"Yes!" said Jennifer, embarrassed at needing to have this discussion. But if anyone could tell her, she knew Lisa could. By her own admission, she had been around.

Lisa reached over and stretched Jennifer's thumb back away from her middle finger as far as she could get it, "That's more like normal, Jen. God, no wonder you and George aren't doing it any more. So, what size is the new guy?"

Jennifer was becoming exasperated with her friend, "There is no new guy, I've told you that."

"He'd have to be bigger, you couldn't be unlucky enough to meet two guys in your life with weenie dicks … so do enjoy, my friend. Call me when you're ready to tell me all the lurid details."

They finished their coffees and Jennifer went home with something new to dwell on. After all these years with George, she had only discovered now that George's penis was under sized. 'If he was a fish, you'd throw him back.' She felt awful that she had even told Lisa about George's penis. After all, Lisa and her husband were friends of George as well as being friends of hers. She hoped that they would never bring it up with George. As much as there was little left of her marriage, she didn't intend to ridicule him.

So that started Jennifer thinking about the size of the penis that she had seen for the first time on Thursday. Although Lisa had defined Jennifer's estimate of George's 4 inches as small – maybe even tiny – she still didn't have a gauge on Brett's instrument. She had not wanted to go that far and get an assessment from Lisa. Besides, her fingers on one hand would not have stretched that far apart.




Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 01



Chapter Six

Monday morning, Jennifer dressed carefully after George had left for work. Instead of a shower, she took a long soaking bath with crystals. She lightly perfumed behind the ears, in her cleavage and at the inner tops of her thighs. She attached the black garter belt around her midriff, sat down to draw the fine nylon stockings up over her legs and attached them to the black garters that hung down. She stepped in front of the mirror and modestly approved of the look. She took the new black lace thong from the package that she had hidden in one of the drawers and pulled it up over her legs, stretching it up so that the waistband pulled up high above her hips on each side. That pulled the thinnest part of the material tight between her arse cheeks and she wondered if it would chafe her anal ring when she walked.

She had searched through her wardrobe and actually found a dress from an earlier era that she had not worn for years. Its hem was 4 inches above the knees. It was flowing and flimsy and she figured it would swirl around when her legs moved. She found a thin belt that didn't actually go with this dress, but she put it on anyway because it enabled her to pull the material up another 3 inches to micro mini height and secure it at the waist so it didn't drop back down.

Jennifer admired the finished product in the full-length mirror. 'God, I hope I don't look like a middle-aged tramp to him.' She wondered how she had determined that this day – this particular Monday – had suddenly become seduction day in her mind. How had she elevated their infectious and fun teasing as she stood at the railing above him to this, where she was dressing especially for him and dabbing perfume in strategic places, as if he really would be sniffing there? Maybe it was because she had at last seen his penis on Thursday. Even after she had snuck in and peeped at it, he had not sought to hide it from her, proudly walking freely around his bedroom, letting her admire its size. It seemed to Jennifer like that was a defining moment in their relationship where they were both prepared now to cross the line. The fingers on one hand pressed her thong panties against her pubis, 'My God, I'm already wet just thinking about it.'

Jennifer was so nervous that her thighs were trembling as she drove up the Canyon Road and activated the remote to open his garage door. She swung the car in and parked it. She used her key in the front door and walked down the hallway past the bedroom door … it was wide open and she could see that he wasn't in bed. In fact, the bed even appeared to be neatly made up.

She walked silently up to the glass railing and peeped over. There he was, in her favourite spot, lying on his back, immediately below where she stood. Just as she was thinking, 'Boy, is he going to be surprised when he looks up my dress,' Jennifer was forced to do a double take. To her complete shock, Brett was laying there below her, stark naked, without a stitch of clothing on, not even socks. His eyes appeared to be closed, was he sleeping? How long had he been here? Had he got up early and chosen this position to wait for her? But why was he naked?

Jennifer took a moment for her eyes to sweep down his body that lay about 10 feet directly below her. His penis was soft and lay nestled along between his thighs. She could see why the young woman in the ladies room had said he needed to stuff it down his trouser leg … Jennifer imagined that it would be uncomfortable if all of that meat was scrunched up to fit inside underpants. 

This was an extraordinary new development … had Brett also decided – just as she had over the weekend – to take this relationship to the next stage. What other reason could he have to lay there so brazenly, totally bare to her gaze, knowing that she was always on time.

She coughed, not because she needed to, but just to try to wake him. It worked, Brett opened his eyes, "Oh, hi Jen." He smiled up at her, "Good to see you, I was up so damn early that I must have dozed back off to sleep again."

She turned away from admiring his nude body for only a moment, her eyes scanning the room. "No young girls around today, are there?"

"Not a one, Jen … just you and me. Why do you ask? Have you got anything in mind?"

'A leading question if ever there was one,' thought Jennifer. She pressed her body against the glass, "Brett, how do you like my new outfit?"

"Yes, I am just starting to take it all in. Man, you look sexy! Is this the new you, Jen? Have you reinvented yourself?"

She eased back off the glass and twirled so that the short dress would flare out. "What do you think about the package, Brett?"

"The package is great, I love it. But hold on, turn again, I think I saw something I liked."

She began to twirl once more, going around one and a half times until he yelled, "Stop there, just there." She stopped abruptly, facing away from the glass railing, looking back up the hallway toward the bedrooms. "That's it, just there, now don't move … oh, except you might like to bend over and touch your toes."

"What?" she called out to him, no longer able to see him.

"I said bend over and touch your toes."

"That's what I thought you said, but why?"

"Just do it, Jen … just do it for me please."

She began to bend from the waist, teasingly slowly. As her hands dropped down and grasped her ankles to steady herself in this bent position, Jennifer suddenly realised what he would now be able to see. Her feet were set apart, the way she always did when she stood here at the railing. With her upper body bent forward the way she was, Brett would be able to see the backs of her legs and thighs, encased in the black stockings. He should be able to see the darker band at the tops of her stockings where they attached to the black garters and he would be able to see her pale arse cheeks spread wide by her stance, the thin black thong barely concealing her anus and pubic parts.

There had been a pretence up to this moment that neither acknowledged they knew how much could be seen when he lay on the floor below looking up at her standing at the balcony railing.

"Can I stand up straight now, Brett?" she asked, enjoying the game they were playing.

"Not yet, Jen, just a moment more. Jen honey, would you take your thong off for me? Right there, as you are, don't straighten."

In asking her to remove her thong, Jennifer considered he was crossing the line. Through all of the teasing, she had managed to keep all of her private parts covered. Or maybe the line had already been crossed and she hadn't realised it. Last Thursday, she got to see his hard penis – stiff and aroused. Now, he was asking her to remove her thong while her body was in this vulnerable position. If she did what he was now asking, he would be able to clearly see all of her intimate bits, stretched and exposed. Was she ready for that? 

"Brett, I don't know if I'm ready for this just yet?" she called down to him, frustrated that she couldn't see his face.

"Why not Jen? If you're not ready for me to see all of you, why have you dressed to please me like you have today? And why did you come in and peep at my hard cock last week? Jen, you're definitely ready."

She stood here so awkwardly, bent from the waist, the blood running to her head, her hands gripping her ankles. If she said no now, having come this far, would it be all over? Would they just sit down and do the preparation for tonight's show and she would leave, never to have the opportunity again? She was so confused … she wanted this, but now the moment of truth had arrived. Could she expose her most intimate bits to his voyeuristic gaze?

'Of course I can … I can do this', she eventually decided, and her hands slowly stroked up her calves, past her knees, up along her thighs onto the bare skin above the stockings. They continued up under her dress, pushing the now insignificant micro mini garment right up out of the way to her bent waist. Jennifer took a hold of the thong waistband in her fingers on each side of her body and drew it slowly down, the thin material momentarily clinging in between her arse cheeks, as if it had a resistant mind of its own. Finally the thong pulled free of her arse and the wider part of the cloth came away from her pubis. Her fingers let go and the thong fell, only to be caught at her widely spread knees. She brought her legs together and it dropped again to her ankles. She lifted one foot and stepped out of the flimsy garment, discarding it on the floor and placed her feet well apart again.

"Oh man, that's sensational … you are one highly sexy woman. And that arse of yours looks even better from this angle."

Jennifer was thrilled by his reaction. "Can I straighten up now please?"

"I could stare at your arse all day … but yes, you can turn around now."

She straightened up and turned around, her dress dropping back down to micro mini depth. She looked down and saw her black thong, discarded on the floor. She wouldn't be putting that back on until she left here. Just what would transpire in the intervening time? She leaned forward to look over the railing, Brett was still laying in the same spot on the lounge, the only difference was that his erection was now huge, hard, thick and extended. "You appear to have grown a bit," she remarked, staring unashamedly at his penis and not his face.

"You did that!" he accused. "You and your sexy black underwear and those long legs and that perfect arse."

"Really, how could I do that without touching you, Brett? I'm all the way up here."

"I swear to you, I never even had to touch my cock. Just seeing you in all of that black lingerie started it. And then when you bent over and I could see almost all your magnificent arse, it just kept growing. And when you took your thong off and I could see all those bits I've been dreaming about, man, it just hit full size."

"Did you say dreaming about? Have you been dreaming about the private parts of my body?"

"Yes, damn you, I have. I couldn't even go out clubbing last night, I haven't missed a Sunday night in yonks, but I didn't want to be tempted to pick up some chick when you were coming around this morning."

"But you could never have known that I would be dressed like this today."

"No I didn't, this is just a bonus. I expected that I was going to have to seduce you, I was even nervous about how you'd react. But then you turn up dressed to kill. Hell, I think you're seducing me."

"Maybe I am … so what happens now, do you want me to come down there?"

"No, I'm coming up to you … I want you in my bed."

She watched as he rolled off the lounge and disappeared from her sight as he headed for the stairs that would bring him into her arms. She was about to get what she craved. This morning had gone even better than she had imagined. She turned and walked down the hallway toward his bedroom, Brett met her at the door. He swept his arm around her and steered her inside, pushing her to the bed.

Jennifer turned and placed a hand on his chest to halt him.

"Don't stop me now, babe."

"No, I don't want to Brett, but I'm just checking. I'm a hell of a lot older than you … are you really sure you want this? You're not just doing it because you think I want it … or you think I need it … or you look on me as a challenge?"

He pushed his huge erection against her still clothed tummy, but she could feel its heat and its urgency right through her dress. "Doesn't this tell you how much I want you? Let's not kid ourselves it's love, Jen … it is for the sex. And we both want it, I know that."

She had to agree with Brett. It would be nothing more than sex … and yes, she wanted it … craved it. She wanted to experience everything this young man could give her.

Brett reached around her neck and unzipped the top of the micro mini dress she still wore. Jennifer untied the belt that had made it shorter and let the garment slide down her arms, revealing her mature body in bra, garter belt and stockings only. Her pubic covering had long gone, left on the floor of the balcony. 

The young man brought his face forward and she could see a kiss coming. When their lips touched, she melted. No man had kissed her lips in more than three years. His lips were hot and moist, she wanted to devour him. There was no resistance from her when his lips pressured hers to open and her wet tongue welcomed his into her mouth eagerly.

Her arms came up and folded around his neck and she pressed her eager semi nude body up against his, squashing his penis upright between them. She could feel its heat burning against her skin. Their kiss was passionate, long and intense. When their lips at last parted, she was breathing in pants, aroused and excited. His mouth never actually left her, it slid down to her neck and she felt tingling as his lips explored, sucking and biting on her tender flesh.

'Oh God, I'm going to be marked,' she thought, feeling the love bites he was leaving on her. 'How will I explain that to George … oh God, who cares!' She couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. She ached for this to continue. She felt his hands fumbling at the clasp at the back of her bra. She felt her bra loosen and felt Brett ease his body away from her to pull the undergarment clear of her breasts. Then his mouth lowered to devour her newly exposed nipples. She let out an audible sigh that became a moan and her hands held his head tightly to her bosom.

Jennifer felt moisture on the bare skin above her navel, where the smooth head of his penis was wedged between them. He was leaking his pre-cum onto her naked skin. She wanted it somewhere else. "Can we lie down now?" she asked as his mouth switched between breasts, her nipples aroused achingly stiff.

"Yeah, sure," he agreed, lowering her body gently back onto the bed. She looked up at him, seeing her young lover standing there admiring her body. Jennifer used this moment apart to also admire his, her eyes dropping unashamedly to stare at his stiff hard-on, standing straight out horizontally from his firm body, his clear juice oozing from its smooth rounded tip.

"Now Brett, I want you now!" Her words and her eyes were pleading, her arousal could not be delayed any longer.

He came forward and knelt on the bed, his knees pushing her legs apart. She watched as his body lowered over hers and felt the immense size of his penis brush against her now wet and parted labia lips. "Oh my God, it does feel big, Brett. You know it's been a while for me, three years without use. Will it hurt me? Can you go slowly?"

"As slow as you want, Jen. You just tell me if you don't like it … or if you want me to stop."

She felt his cock head ease between her spread labia and slot into the notch of her vaginal opening. "Ohh!" she gasped aloud and steeled herself for his entry. "No, I'm being foolish, Brett. Just do it, don't worry about me."

He brought his face down to hers and kissed her again, there was no further movement of his cock. Her lips parted to receive his tongue and she allowed her body to succumb to the passion in his kiss. Her legs involuntarily lifted up and wrapped around his arse, her ankles locking together. She brought her hands down to his arse cheeks and she tugged at him, encouraging him to push into her. He did and she uttered a muffled sound behind their clamped lips as the size of his smooth cock head stretched her vaginal passage wide.

Brett broke the kiss and lifted his head to look down on her eager but nervous face. "Are you alright?" he asked anxiously.

"Yes!" she gasped, recognising only now just how much bigger and thicker this penis was than the one that had been in and out of her vagina for all of those years. "I can do this, just be patient with me please."

"There are other ways, Jen … we don't have to fuck. I could go down on you if you want."

She was impressed with how caring he was, offering to forego what was now so close for him. "No, don't even think about it … I can do this, I know I can."

"It might help if you relax a bit, Jen … your body feels awfully tense."

"Okay, I'll try. I think it's natural to tense up when I know how big your penis is and I've never had anything that size up inside me before."

"I know, Jen … but just try to relax, for both of us."

She worked on it. Brett felt her muscles relaxing. He hesitated for a moment, then he pushed firmly again and about two more inches sunk deeply inside her cunt.

"Oh God! That's so big!" Her eyes were wide, reflecting the discomfort that his huge penis was bringing, but then she smiled … to reassure both of them that she could do this. "Go on, again! Push some more … I want this to happen."

He paused again, watching for her reaction. When she seemed to have relaxed all of her muscles, he pushed his pelvis hard at hers and another two inches disappeared down her deep tunnel.

"Yes!" she expressed excitedly. "Is that it, is all of you inside me?"

Brett raised up and looked down between their bodies, seeing at least two more inches of his cock exposed. "Not quite, honey … just a bit more."

"God, are you sure, it feels so full already?"

"Have a look for yourself."

She raised her head and looked down between their bodies. "Oh my God, that much … you'll never get all that in."

"Jen, the female body is a wonderful thing. Your cunt can expand to receive cocks like mine. You'll see … you can do this. Just relax, Jen!"

"Okay, whatever you say, you're the boss."

He steadied his body, then looking down intently into her eyes, he thrust forward firmly with his pelvis again and the remainder of his thick hard-on sank fully into her cunt, the tip pressing tightly up against her uterus.

"Now that's got to be it," she told him.

"Yes Jen, that's it, you've got it all," pushing his pubic bone against hers to emphasise his point.

The mature woman tightened her arms around the young stud's shoulders once more. "Feels wonderful, so let's fuck."

He looked down at her, his face reflecting his surprise at her choice of words, "You have come a long way, haven't you? You could even call it a cock now, instead of a penis … that sounds so damn clinical."

"Okay," she said smiling warmly up at him, "Fuck me with your cock, Brett."

He did, starting so very slowly with a long withdrawal until barely the head hung onto her very wet inner lips, then plunging his hard-on entirely back in with one deep thrust. Jennifer felt his hard weapon intruding deeply into her body, she expelled a huge gasp as his plunging cock took her breath away. Now building momentum, again and again, his cock plundered her tender vagina, beginning an infectious rhythm that her own body began to match.

Her body came alive with his perfectly timed thrusts, each stirring the fires within her, a tingling deep in her body becoming a pulsing, then a firm throbbing as her first orgasm from Brett scorched its way to the surface. Her body was not her own as her abdomen and thighs and legs spasmed out of control. She could only hang on with her arms tightly wound around his neck and her legs locked behind his arse, clinging to him as the earth moved for Jennifer.

He stopped his strokes until she could recover. When her body at last relaxed and her breathing slowed to normal, she looked up and smiled at this capable young man. Their eyes locked and he grinned back at her. "Are you going to make me cum lots of times, Brett … like you did with that girl the other day?"

"I'm gonna try," he confessed. "Your cunt is so fucking tight and your body feels so good that I might have to give up early … but I'm trying to extend the pleasure for you."




Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 01



"Thank you, you're so thoughtful," she enthused, happy to be locked in blissful harmony with this young man, her body picking up his rhythm once more. "Oh God, here we go again."

"What, already … are you coming already?"

"No, not quite yet, but I can feel it building up. You're amazing, Brett! I notice you didn't wear a condom."

"No, I didn't, is that okay with you?"

"Yes, it's okay, I trust you. I saw that you wear them with those girls that you pick up, so I guess you're clean."

"You better believe I'm clean, not a mark on me. You'll be safe with me."

"I'm glad you didn't need to wear one with me … you feel so much better inside me without having plastic wrapping around it."

He laughed at her description, "You're quite the talker, aren't you Jen?"

"Shush, let me concentrate … I can feel it starting again deep down inside me. Oh, this is amazing … I've been lucky to have one over the years, but never more than that."

Brett continued to plunder his way in and out of her receptive vagina, pushing his producer toward her second orgasm. The classic build-up … the shortness of breath, heavy panting, loud gasping … then she was there and her body exploded once again, crashing to a shuddering climax.

When she had calmed down and her breathing returned to normal, Jennifer again felt his powerful thrusting that was turning her body to jelly. She smiled up at him again, "Can I come on as a guest on your show tonight and tell all of your listeners what an incredible stud you are?"

"I don't think that would be very wise, Jen."

"Probably not, bad idea, eh Brett?"

"Yes, bad idea, Jen. But hey, this was a great idea."

"What was?" she asked, pleading ignorance.

"You and me fucking! I'm not sure if it was yours or mine."

"Yes, oh yes!"

"You sound like you're about to cum again, Jen. Shit, you're not there already, are you?"

"Nearly Brett. Oh, it's feeling good. Oh my God, I love the size of you, come on, do it harder."

He was surprised at her request, but he obliged, giving up the gentleness and putting more thrust into every stroke. Her beaming face told him she was loving it, but the down-side for him was that the extra emphasis on every stroke triggered the release of his sperm from way down in his testicles. "Oh shit, that's done it!"

"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned as she felt the throbbing building up inside her again.

"I can't hold back much longer … I'm gonna cum, Jen."

"That's okay, I expected you to cum long ago. I'm ready … give it all to me."

Jennifer felt the gradual progression of the throbbing beat within her loins, sensing a third orgasm was close. But how close was Brett, would she get there before he unloaded a torrent of cum up inside her deep passage? She decided it didn't matter, he had shown himself to be a good lover, the masterful one she had never known previously. After her initial concern at getting the size of him inside her, she had now settled into enjoying her first fuck – yes fuck, that's indeed what it was – in over 3 years.

She was getting close, but she knew that she could still miss out on a third. Brett sounded like he was really close, yet his hard thick cock kept on driving piston-like into her, taking her along with him.

Amazingly, it hit them together, almost like a choreographed dance! Just as Jennifer felt the overpowering throbbing of her third orgasm, she also felt the vivid splash of his creamy fluid spurting from the tip of his invading cock and pooling deep inside her. Brett had thrust hard on his last stroke and his body held suspended on top of her, his cock spewing forth its cum as it spasmed hard within her body. Jennifer looked up through clouded eyes, watching the look of intense pleasure on this young man as he achieved his ultimate pleasure inside her body.

"Wow!"

"I guess that means good, eh Jen?"

She grinned up at him, her appreciation obvious in her warm smile. "Better than good, Brett … that was fantastic … incredible. If you knew how long it's been since I felt like that!"

"I do know, you've told me before … three years."

"That's just since I've had a man's penis … err, I suppose you want me to say cock now. Yes, three years since I've had a man's cock up inside my body. The last few years before that were not all that fulfilling either, even though George and I were doing it infrequently. No Brett, I'm talking about how many years it's been since I've felt that good … from having an orgasm. Let alone three … I've never had three at one time with a man. But really, it could be as long as ten years since I actually had an orgasm with George. Oh my God, my whole body is tingling. You just couldn't understand how good you've just made me feel."

"I should tell you Jen, I feel damn good myself. Somehow, it felt better doing it with you than with those girls I've been scoring at the clubs. They haven't learnt how to participate in a fuck yet. I know you're claiming to be not very experienced, but being older is an advantage for you. Having been married all that time, you've done a lot of fucking … some of it may not have been very good, but it's a build up of experience. It's how you move and twist your body when a man is driving his cock into you. You were good … you were very good."

"So what happens now? Where do we go from here? Was this a one-time thing? Do we just get up and have our meeting and I'll go home? Or, are we going to lie in this bed all day and you're going to keep doing me until we get it right?"

"What … what does that mean?"

"Just a joke, Brett … calm down. Your reputation as a male stud is intact."

"Well naturally, I want to do it with you again, Jen … and real soon. How are you feeling … are you sore?"

"I don't know yet, you're still in there … but I figure I might be." Jennifer didn't want to make him feel obligated to do her again. She decided to tread carefully, not pressure him to be with her sexually. They had to maintain their good working relationship. She decided that she would not make any demands … she would leave it all to him.

Brett's cock had diminished down to a size that was still bigger than George's when he was stiff and hard. He pulled back and it slid from her vagina, the residue of his cum seeping out after him.

"Ooh!" and she winced, "You're right, I am a bit sore. Haven't ever had anything that size pile driving inside me like you just did."

"You told me to do it harder."

"I know, I did. I got caught up in the heat of the moment."

"Would you like to use the shower? I mean, not that you need it … I just thought that you might want to freshen up a bit."

"I think I would, but only if you come in too."

"To think that I was stupid enough to call you non-sexual."

"It may be that you only got to fuck me because you called me that. I was out to prove a point."

"You seem to have embraced the fuck word, Jen."

She brazenly took a hold of his cock, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! There, is that better?"

Brett was only too happy to shower with his producer, so she shed her stockings and garter belt that had remained intact on her legs throughout the torrid sex session. He got the water temperature just right and stood back to have her enter the shower stall first. She grabbed the soap and by the time he stepped in to join her, she had taken hold of his long now dangling cock and was fondly soaping it up.

Her ministrations to his cock made him hard again and then Brett took over, running his soapy hands all over her body, his fingers delving into every hole or crevice. He elicited a pained "Ooh!" from Jennifer when his fingers ventured up into her tender vagina, followed by an almost lyrical "Umm!" when those same fingers massaged her anal ring. One soapy digit even pushed through her sphincter while he held her body up against his, letting the warm water cascade over them both. This was a totally new experience for Jennifer, but one she seemed to carnally enjoy.

Brett applied his fingers to her clit and brought her off once more. They were content to end their first sexual experience after the shower without any further copulation. While they both thought it might be difficult to return to being work partners, they managed to pull it off. The hardest part for them was doing the show together that night. When it was finished at midnight, Jennifer expected that Brett would go out partying as usual. But to Jennifer's pleasant surprise, he told her he was heading home alone, "That is," he told her, "unless you'd like to join me at my place, just for an hour or two. I know that even with your marriage the way it is, it would still look strange if you stayed out all night."

"Brett, the way I feel after this morning, I would love nothing more than to come home with you, and to sleep with you, and have you do anything you wanted to my body. But George is still my husband, and I am still his wife. We might not talk to each other at all, either tonight when I get home … or in the morning when I wake up. But I must still be there for the sake of our marriage, for as long as it goes on."

"That's okay, I understand."

"But Brett honey, I will be over at ten. I have my key to your house, so you can stay in bed, stay asleep if you want … and I will come to your room and wake you like you've never been woken up before. And if it's alright with you, this time I will stay all day…" She looked around her to ensure that none of the other late night station staff could hear her, then leaned over to whisper in his ear, "And you can fuck me every way possible."

Jennifer grinned at his reaction … the stunned look of surprise at her raunchy language and lurid suggestion. She had something that she thought needed saying – and soon. There seemed to be no time like the present. "Brett, I loved what you did for me this morning. Despite the massive gap in our ages, it did feel quite natural being with you. I even closed my eyes and imagined that you were much older or I was much younger."

He tried to stop her words, "Jen, you don't have to say anything."

"But I do, Brett … I really do. Just because we seemed to click, that doesn't mean that I am expecting anything from you, even more so because we have to work together. Brett, don't feel that you have to stop going out and meeting young women of your own age." Jennifer paused for a moment, "They're not really your own age, are they? But they are closer to your age than I am. What I am trying to say – and very badly – is that I don't expect anything from you. Most particularly, I don't expect a monogamous relationship. You are young, and you seem to enjoy your one-night stands with young girls. I will understand if you keep doing that. Even if we never did it again, I have the memories of that magical time we had this morning, and maybe another longer one tomorrow. After that, whatever happens, happens … there will be no strings attached."

"Jen, I don't need those young girls…" She stopped him with her fingers at his lips, silencing his reply.

"Please Brett, don't say anything right now … no declarations, no commitments, no exclusivity. Let's just do it when we both feel like it."

To be continued very soon 



Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 02



Brett Walker has recently become a shock jock on an AM talk radio station, working late nights. His producer, Jennifer Anderson has had a sheltered sex life through a loveless marriage. Working so closely with the 27-year-old stud and needing to meet with him daily at his home, the mature 48 year old woman begins to take an interest in his nocturnal sexual pursuits of younger women, eventually obsessing about the size of his penis.

You really should read Part 1 to see how their relationship bridges the 19-year difference to yield a morning of very satisfying sex. But what's next for this odd couple? Where will they go from here? Can Brett be content with a woman with little sexual experience almost two decades older than him and is a young stud really what Jennifer needs in her life right now?

Chapter Seven

The morning after their initial sexual coupling, Jennifer couldn't wait to drive to Brett's house. Nervously, she turned the key in his front door at 10.01am, praying that she would not find him in bed with some bimbo that he had picked up at one of the clubs. She didn't have to look far to find him. She peeped in his bedroom door and there he was, seemingly asleep, on his back on his bed, totally stark naked, no sheet to cover him.

She tiptoed into the room and crept up to the side of the bed, gazing down at his buffed body, totally exposed for her inspection. His cock was a fair bit larger than flaccid, it was possibly about one-third erect. Jennifer kicked off her shoes, unclasped her skirt and let it fall, she lifted her sweater up over her head, revealing just a bra and panties … that is, if the only man in the room had been awake to see. She had dressed more simply today, ignoring the seductive black lingerie of yesterday.

She slipped onto the bed and lifted one leg across his legs to sit straddling him, her arse across his ankles. She dipped her head down and her lips parted to let her tongue slide forward to lick his semi dormant cock shaft. She felt it respond quickly under the wet strokes of her tongue. When it had stiffened sufficiently, she closed her mouth over the rounded tip and sucked all of his large cock-head inside her mouth.

Jennifer heard him stirring, an expressive moan indicating his enjoyment of her enthusiastic blow job, a procedure she had not attempted for many years. Judging by the stiffness of his rising hard-on and the sounds of his pleasure, she had not lost her technique. The more his shaft grew, the harder it was to keep his entire growing knob within her mouth. Her tongue helped out by continuing to swipe its wet flat surface across the eye in his tip.

Eager to feel the hard size of him probing her insides again, Jennifer reluctantly let his hard-on slip from between her lips. Brett, who she thought was still asleep, reacted with an expressive, "No … don't stop now!"

Despite his hips humping up to re-find her lips, Jennifer had lifted up and quickly slipped her panties off, re-straddling him further up on the bed. She raised her whole body until her other lips … the wet lips of her pubis hovered high above his hips, just out of reach of his impressive 9 inches. She looked down on her young lover, delighted to see that he was now fully awake and alert. Her head dropped so she could look down between their bodies, her shoulder-length red hair falling across his face, obstructing his own view. She manoeuvred her abdomen around until her vaginal lips were gently caressing the tip of his cock. She was already moist enough.

"Yes, do it Jen … oh please do it!"

"You want it all, don't you?" she teased as she allowed the weight of her body to descend over his rampant, stiffened cock, standing vertically up from his body. The size of his rounded tip forced her lips to spread wide and she felt the massive object just nudging inside her wet entrance. His hands reached out to grip her hips firmly and he assisted the impaling by pushing upward with his own hips. About two inches of his thick cock was swallowed up inside her.

Brett looked up into her face above him, her head now raised again. Her look was triumphant, like she was achieving something that might have been said couldn't be done. "What do you want, Jen?" he asked her, watching her facial reactions changing as more and more of his solid cock spread her passage wide to take him. Her face showed joy, delight, occasional discomfort, carnal pleasure and even shock – that a man's penis could grow this big and this thick.

Jennifer's hands were planted flat on either side of his head, her breasts hung above his chest and her hips wriggled around, forcing her body to lower more and more down over his rampant upright hard-on.

She couldn't see how far in his hard cock had gone, but when her body had accepted about 5 inches, she gasped, "Have I got it all yet?"

Brett raised his head and stared down between their bodies, "Nope, fair bit to go in yet!"

Her face revealed her exasperation, "Damn, I thought I must have it all by now … I feel so full of you."

"Do you want to roll over for me to be on top, I can drive it into you that way."

"No," she almost shouted, "No, we did that yesterday. I want to try it this way, for me and for you."

"You sure are becoming adventurous, Jen. So listen, why don't you start fucking with what you've got inside you. I mean, lift up and down on me and it will start getting easier. Then when you've got a rhythm going, you can drop a bit further down over it on each stroke and gradually you'll get more and more of me inside you until you've got it all."

She looked down at the face of the young man who until yesterday had been simply a workmate. He looked so young and she felt so mature and yet in bed the roles were reversed. He spoke to her with such maturity and experience in the ways of sexual pleasure.

Jennifer did as he suggested, lifting her whole lower body up off his high shaft until only the bulbous rounded head remained gripped by her inner lips, then letting the weight of her body coupled with some downward hip movement, push her tight passage back down over him. Again, Brett watched her face, seeing the rapidly changing emotions as his thick hard-on ploughed through her tender cunt lining.

It was exhilarating for them both, even though her pace was extraordinarily slow to begin. Brett had been right – of course – and gradually his cock plunged in deeper each time she lowered her body over his upright shaft. Each extra bit of territory gained drew an expressive whimper from Jennifer until finally each lift and plunge was pushing his 9 inches fully in and almost out of her needy body. Her pace quickened, and with it, Jennifer felt the pulsing start within. 

Yesterday, she had experienced multiple orgasms because, she believed, of Brett's youthful experience at sex. But today, he was content to lie dormant while she did all of the work, yet still she felt the build-up of an orgasm. She was truly amazed that her body could react in this way. She had never fully understood the workings of her body when it came to orgasms, they hadn't happened often enough in her life for her to analyse them. But here she was, on the verge again – for the second day.  

The feel of her body reacting orgasmically spurred her on to experiment more. She would pause to momentarily hold his hard cock fully inside her while she milked his shaft with the muscles around her cunt. That drew some loud grunts from the young man beneath her … the young man who was providing this wondrous tool, on which she was having so much fun playing.

The pulsing became a throbbing and she sensed that a release was not far away. She quickened the pace and that simple move sent her over the top, the lower half of her body spasming and jerking from a powerful climax. All movement ceased, other than the twitching of her cunt around his invading cock, until she came down from her peak. Her arms had collapsed under her weight and her body had fallen down on his, hugging herself to him.

Slowly, she lifted up again on trembling arms and squinted down on Brett through hooded eyes. "We're not done yet," he told her, pushing his hips upward, letting her feel the solid mass of him still implanted deep inside her body.

"Umm!" she mumbled dreamily, then opening her eyes wider, she asked, "What's next?"

"You're the one calling the shots babe, you're on top. I'm just telling you it's not over, just because you've cum once. We've got a long way to go. Do you want me to take over now?"

"No, no! It's my turn today." Her voice brightened, "Do you want some more of the same?"

"That would be good," he smiled, looking up at her. "Go ahead!"

Jennifer lifted her body up again and the fucking ritual resumed. She would get to have yet another powerful orgasm without forcing her young lover to release his cum into her. She even almost made it to a third before abruptly she felt powerful jets of his cum spurting up into the vital parts of her reproductive system. She allowed her body to slump again down over his body and, still joined, they slumbered that way for an hour or two.

As promised, this whole day became one long sexual journey, something that Jennifer had never experienced with any man. When she awoke first from their sleep, she lifted herself off his firm, buffed body and collapsed alongside him. Brett still slept so Jennifer had time to check out every inch of him, her eyes following her fingers as she touched his nose, his mouth, his hair, his ears, his neck, his chest hair, his nipples that she tried to make erect with her lips and fingers. She went lower and checked out his navel, then her fingers caressed his balls and finally his penis, wet and messy with the remnants of her juices and his cum.

He woke when he felt her playing with and fondling his cock. "What are you doing?" his voice startled her.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Just a minute or two, there's no way I can sleep through a woman handling my cock. Are you trying to get it up again? If so, you're on the right track."

She removed her hand and brought her face back up alongside his. "No, I was just admiring your body, marvelling at how you have been blessed with such a wonderful penis … its size is truly remarkable."

"I am not unique, Jen … there are others, I dare say some bigger than this."

"I can't imagine what that would feel like. This is big enough for me, thanks Brett."

They were hungry, so they both adjourned to the kitchen downstairs, remaining naked. None of the neighbouring houses looked in on Brett's property, so they were even able to go out and lay on the pool deck to eat lunch without wearing any clothes. They talked for awhile, getting to know each other even better than they had through their work together. She proudly told him of her sons and what they were achieving in their studies. 

Brett told her briefly of his family, brothers who lived interstate, and he said his father is a farmer. "He keeps talking about coming to visit me. If he does, we would have to curtail these morning sessions for a few days." Jennifer looked extremely dejected. "He'll only be here for a week and I'm sure you'll like him, Jen."

"Oh I bet I will, if he's your dad. I'm just disappointed that we will have to stop this while he's here."

"I can't believe this, Jen. You are turning into a fanatical sexual being. You're a worry."

"I know and I'm sorry. Only yesterday, I told you that I was not going to make any long term sexual demands on you. There is too big an age difference for this to become a long-term relationship. I realise that this is just a short-term thing so I intend to make the most of it while it is happening. Don't feel that you're committed to me in any way, Brett. You can go back to your young bimbo's any time you want."

"Let's not talk about them, Jen … how about we go take a shower?"

"Wow, that's sure changing the subject. Okay, if that's what you want."

"Well, you want more sex don't you?"

She grinned at him, "Of course!"

"Well, a warm soapy shower will get us both clean and should lead to something rather nice."

It did of course. They showered together for ages, washing each other several times over. Jennifer lathered up Brett's cock and worked her hands on and around it until it was good and stiff again, but she began to get a bit worried that he seemed to be obsessed with her arse. His soapy fingers had delved down between her arse cheeks while his other hand in the middle of her back held her pressed up against his body, his stiffened cock squashed between their bellies. But those fingers didn't just delve, they probed at her anus quite intimately, one even pressuring her tight sphincter to allow the digit up inside her arse.

"Don't Brett, please," she pleaded softly against the roar of the water cascading down from the shower.

"Don't you like that, Jen?"

"Not really, I've never seen it as a sexual place. It's too dirty for that."

"It can be very sexual for hetero couples. That's why we have showers, honey … I was just trying to make you clean for my tongue."

"Oh God no, you can't put your lovely tongue there."

"I can you know … and I want to. Just trust me, Jen."

"I'm trying to trust you, I want to – really … but there's a lot of things I've never done sexually. I do want to learn, it's just that I suspect that some of the things you might want to do to me will be hard for me to come to grips with."

"How about you just place yourself in my hands, Jen … nothing I will do will hurt you. It might just be different. So try it, you could actually like it."

They finished their shower, Brett took a fresh fluffy towel and dried Jennifer thoroughly. "Now, let's take you back to bed."

Brett laid her naked body out flat on the bed and began to make love to her, very slowly. He kissed and licked her lips and her ears, he bit her neck – playfully while moving onto her breasts. He ravaged her nipples for nearly a half-hour. Just when she thought she would go out of her mind from arousal and desire, his mouth moved down past her navel, over her bare tummy and then rummaged around her pubic region.

His tongue work on her labia lips opened her up so that he could see all the moistened pinkish areas lewdly exposed to his gaze. His lips and tongue worked her clitoral bud up into a frenzy, finally giving her the pleasure relief she had craved for more than half-an-hour.

As she lay satiated and exhausted from the workout, she felt Brett pushing her legs far back so that her knees crunched up over her breasts. Her body was doubled back, her feet dangling beside her head. One of his hands held her in this awkward position while the fingers of his other hand began to trace a sensual path over the tender tautened skin of her stretched open arse cheeks.

She felt his feather-like touch sensually tracing around her exposed anal ring. Jennifer was embarrassed because she knew that not only was he touching her in this previously taboo place, but his face was so close to her lower body that he would be able to see inside her tiny anal ring. 'Oh God, did that shower clean it enough?' she thought. 'Oh, this is so embarrassing!'

She could now feel him breathing on the smooth cheeks of her arse. Jennifer felt uncomfortable with his exploration. "What are you doing, Brett?" she asked, wishing he would move away from there.

"I've told you before, even before we were having sex, that you have the greatest arse. I reckon it's the best there is."

"Thank you, that's very nice of you … but you don't have to get so close to it, do you?"

"I'd like to be inside it, that's what I'd really like." 

Jennifer jumped when she felt something soft and wet sweeping up between her spread arse cheeks, running right over the top of her puckered anus. "Oh, what's that?"

He did it again. This time, she realised that it was Brett's tongue, hot and wet, swiping her arse. She wanted to be disgusted at the very thought of his mouth being there, but strangely it felt sensual.

"What do you think it is?"

He did it again, this time stopping the stiffened tip of his tongue at her anal opening. She shrieked in alarm, her anus clenching in reaction.

"I've worked out what it is … it's your tongue. But you shouldn't put it there, you could get germs."

"That's why I cleaned you so thoroughly … with soap and my finger. Your arse is spotless right now."

Jennifer jumped again when she felt his stiffened tongue actually pushing at her tiny opening. "Oh no Brett, don't do that."

He withdrew so he could answer her, "Don't you like it?"

Even as she drew breath to answer him, she felt the stiffened tip of his tongue again push at her sphincter. "Yes!" she admitted, "it does feel nice … but still you shouldn't do it!" His tongue managed to get past her sphincter and swirled around just inside her anus. "Oh my God," she murmured, failing to keep her emotions silent.

Brett replaced his tongue with his fingertip and he pushed it swiftly to the first knuckle. "I wish it was my cock. I would love to put my cock up your arse and fuck you until you cried out 'enough'. That's what I'd like most."

Her lower body squirmed around on the bed, responding to the feelings her arse was drawing from his persistent and probing finger. "You'd be much too big for it to go in there."

"Yes, I expected you'd say that … and I did promise you I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. I could open you up a bit … if it was alright with you."

"What do you mean by that? What does 'open you up a bit' mean?"

"We could use a butt plug, have you heard of them before?"

"It might surprise you, but I have. I read an article in one of the women's magazines … the writer was encouraging women to try anal sex and it described how a butt plug worn for a day or so could stretch the anus enough for the man's penis to get in without too much pain."

"Hey, that's good, Jen … so what do you think?"

"I don't think the writer had your penis in mind when she wrote the article."

His finger maintained its work, diddling her anal insides, occasionally triggering little pulses within her lower body. "I have a butt plug, Jen … would you try it for me?"

"Just like that. You just happen to have a butt plug in the house, ready to shove up inside me. That's pretty convenient. So how long have you had it? You didn't buy it with me in mind, did you? Did you have anybody in mind when you bought it, Brett?

"Hold on, Jen, so many questions. I've had it for quite a while, and I didn't buy it for anyone in particular. A couple of years ago, I just got this thing about fucking a woman in the arse, so I bought the butt plug knowing that my size was always going to be a problem. I swear, Jen, I've never used it on anyone. Can I put it in you and you wear it for the next few hours … maybe even leave it in overnight if it's not too uncomfortable?"

"I don't know, I don't think I'm ever going to be into it, Brett. I don't want to give you a false hope that I might let you have my arse."

He pulled his finger out and she felt his tongue back there, right at her puckered anal opening. It did feel quite good to her and she vocalised that, "Umm!"

"See, you're liking it, Jen … its all the nerve endings there. The arse is really quite sensitive."

She let out a long sigh, "Okay Brett, go get the damned thing. I can see you're not going to give up until you've shoved it up my arse."

He laughed, "I love it when you talk dirty to me, Jen. Say 'shove it up my arse' for me again, will you Jen?"

She reached out and with a closed fist punched him on the arm that was holding her legs up beside her head.




Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 02



Brett let her legs go while he went off to retrieve the butt plug from a drawer. He was back in a flash, holding the odd shaped item and a tube of KY.

She used her own arms to willingly draw both legs back again, holding them up high while she felt his fingers coating liberal amounts of KY on the inner cheeks of her arse and inside her anal opening. Jennifer let out a gasp as she felt the tip of the butt plug go round and round the rim of her anus before Brett centred it and pushed it gently forward, pressuring her sphincter to accept it. 

"Push out like you want to take a shit," he told her. She did as he suggested and found it worked. Her anus seemed to suck the cone-shaped tip up inside her. "I will take it slowly, so don't panic. Just try to relax your whole body. Think about sucking my cock or something good like that."

She attempted a feeble laugh at his suggestion, but after about a minute she did seem to relax her body. Brett knew that the next stage would be difficult for her. The butt plug was like a triangle and now he must force the body of the object into her arse. It would get thicker and thicker the further he pushed. She just had to tolerate until he could get the bulk of the butt plug inside her and then the narrow part underneath, with a flat flange below, would hold it in place.

Brett began to push it slowly but steadily into her, encouraging her with words, "Going great, Jen … that's the way … stay relaxed … not much more…"

She coped quite well, but when the thickest part was stretching her tiny anus wide, she reacted, "Oh God no … Brett, it hurts … no more please."

"Not much more, honey … hang in there … just an inch … you've almost got it."

"Oh God!" she screamed, her fingers clawing at the sheet as the thickest part of the butt plug snapped through her tiny opening and her anus was able to shrink back and close over the narrower base of the plug.

"Good girl, you've done it. That's it, no more pain. It's snugly in place now. How does it feel?"

"I'll tell you in a minute. I'm still getting over the pain of the thickest part going in."

"You can let your legs go for me, Jen. We don't need you so stretched now."

Jennifer released her hands from her legs and gingerly stretched them out on the bed again, making little whimpering sounds as her anus tightened around the intruding plug.

"How's that, Jen? What are you feeling now?"

"Well, I can certainly feel it, but it's not really painful … it's just an odd feeling … perhaps a bit uncomfortable, that's all."

"Good, that's how it should be. You will know it's there, but it could even make you horny. And as you walk, it will shift around a little, might be quite sexy."

"Umm, we'll see about that. Let me stand up, see if I can cope with that."

He got up from the bed and helped Jennifer slide across to the edge. She grimaced when she slid on her bottom because her weight on the bed pressed the butt plug tighter inside her. She stood up carefully and took a couple of steps. "Feels funny, Brett."

"Yes, it will take a bit of getting used to. The idea is that if you can leave it for 24 hours, it will open you up a fair bit and I should be able to get my cock up your arse next time."

"What if I want to go to the toilet?"

"You can pee normally, but obviously you're going to have to take it out if you want to take a shit. Then you'll have to put it back in yourself."

"Oh my God, I don't know if I can do that. It was hard enough having you push it into me. To inflict that much pain on myself, I think I'd want to give up."

"Try to do it for us, Jen. Trust me, you've got to give anal sex a go some time in your life. There's no time like the present."

After walking through his house a bit more, even walking up and down the stairs, to test out the wearing of the butt plug, they returned to his bedroom and spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying oral sex. Brett did Jennifer first, and then she sucked him, although she was only able to get the head of his cock inside her mouth. She did it well though because he blasted a surge of cum deep into her throat, and she swallowed for the first time in her life.

She wore the butt plug the rest of the day. She felt odd at work, talking to the people that worked around her, knowing that she kept a little secret from them. That a butt plug was beneath her clothes, stretching her tiny anus to later admit her work colleague's large cock for an illicit bout of anal sex. The thoughts excited her and the evening passed quickly.

When she got home and changed into her nightdress, she wondered if she should remove it, for fear that her husband might see the shape of it beneath her nightgown. But with nothing sexual from him in three years, Jennifer decided it was safe to walk around in his presence … he would never notice her – or it. Besides, he was already in bed, it would only be at breakfast that he might spot the shape of it. She could stay in bed until he had left for work.

Jennifer felt the pressure of it a couple of times when she rolled over in bed through the night. But after breakfast, she felt movement in her bowels and realised that she would need to go to the toilet. The butt plug would have to come out. In the bathroom, she squatted down on her haunches on the floor, trying to stretch her arse enough to make the plug's exit easier. She got a firm hold of the flange base and pulled on it, but quickly realised this was going to be much harder to do. It was tapered from the tip so that it gradually got thicker as it entered her. But to pull it out, she would suddenly feel the thick base pulling through her anal opening. She pushed her bowel muscles, wary of pushing too hard for fear of shitting at the same time. At last, the thickest part of the plug passed through her tiny anus – it hurt - and she emitted a huge sigh of relief. "It's not going back in," she told herself as she washed it in the bathroom sink.

Brett was very disappointed when she told him later that morning that the experience wasn't for her. She said that she hoped that her reluctance to have anal sex with him didn't spoil their newfound sexual relationship. But his reaction implied to her that it might. He immediately told her that he didn't have time for sex with her today and that they should have their meeting and she should leave then.

'How shallow is he if he only wants me for sexual experiment?' she thought as she drove her car back from Brett's house, her arse still a bit uncomfortable from having the butt plug up inside her for 20 hours. 'Hopefully, it's just a display of childish petulance that he didn't get his way.'

It did seem like that's what it may have been. He was extremely warm and friendly to her through the show and at midnight, he came to her to urge her to be at his house at 10 the next morning for their regular meeting.

"Should I be expecting extras too?" she asked.

"Of course," he told her encouragingly. "Dress appropriately!"

Chapter Eight

Wednesday morning, Jennifer was up early, feeling so good about her new sexual relationship with the young man with whom she also worked. She hadn't realised just how much she had missed having regular sex over the past three years. She wasn't hungry so she skipped breakfast. 'Why don't I go over early and we can get some fucking in before and after our regular program meeting.'

She drove quickly down the Canyon Road and found herself at Brett's house just after nine. She let herself into the house and hurried down the short flight of stairs to the bedroom floor. Even as she peeped into Brett's bedroom, noting that his bed was neatly made, apparently unslept in, the sounds from the floor below were loud and unmistakable. Jennifer was about to be exposed to watching another live sexual coupling.

She had lost her haste. The way things had been going between them, did she really want to see this? And why was he doing it with someone else? Her feet moved slowly, taking her down the hallway, closer to the frantic sexual sounds coming up from the living area. Reluctantly, Jennifer edged closer to the railing and peered over to the floor below.

Up on the lounge was a woman on her hands and knees, Brett also on his knees, was behind her straddling her body, his chest over her back, his hands around and under her, obviously fondling the woman's breasts. The activity was hard and heavy, the woman sort of screaming with each hard thrust from Brett. Perspiration ran down Brett's back, it looked to Jennifer like they had been at it for a while.

She watched fascinated … and despite her believing she was now Brett's lover, she was nonetheless, excited and turned on by the sexual conquest that she was witnessing. She watched as he straightened his upper body, his hands withdrawing from under her to rest on her hips, gripping her firmly. Jennifer was above the copulating couple, virtually looking over Brett's shoulder. She could see exactly what he could see of the bent over woman beneath him. She knew that he was looking down, watching his own huge cock penetrating this woman's…

"Oh my God, no … he's in her arse. I wouldn't do it, so he's picked up a woman who would. Oh no, please don't hurt her with that big thing of yours," she begged quietly to herself, amazed that she seemed more concerned at the physical hurt that this woman might feel than her own mental hurt at having to watch it.

The sexual exhibition below took on a new significance. Jennifer was racked with a hundred questions. Was he doing this because he was desperate to try anal sex – and she had denied him? Was he doing it with someone else to show her that it was possible to do in spite of his remarkable size? Having resumed picking up women in nightclubs – was this a signal to her that he and she were through as a couple?

She managed to tell herself that none of the above might have any significance because she had arrived early – very early. She convinced herself that Brett had not actually meant for her to see this sex act at all. His bed was unslept in because it was being kept fresh for her 10am arrival. She now believed that he would have this woman out the door by ten. She should just go and get into Brett's bed and wait there for him … pretend that she never saw him sodomise this young woman.

But as much as Jennifer wanted to do just that … to walk to Brett's bedroom and lay down to wait for him, her feet were stuck to the floor, her hands would not release their grip on the railing. She was fascinated to watch her young lover fucking this woman in the arse. Jennifer leant over the railing, craning to see more closely, watching avidly. She felt her own anus twitching, clenching – almost as if she herself was feeling every carnal thrust of Brett's hard cock into the woman's tender rectum.

She watched – and she listened – as the woman screamed out in pain or pleasure, or both, "Oh Brett, fuck me in the arse … yes, fuck me!"

And Jennifer watched his final hard thrusts, heard his anguished gurgling exultation of lust as his body jerked and spasmed over the woman's back, his cock by now obviously spewing its creamy cum deep into her arse.

Only when the noise below had stopped, when all movement had ceased … only then did Jennifer tiptoe away to Brett's bedroom, closing the door behind her, removing all of her clothes and slipping under the sheet to await her lover's arrival.

Jennifer lay there nervously, wondering what was happening downstairs. Surely by now, Brett would have withdrawn his hard-on, still dripping with his cum, from out of the young woman's arse. Would he be telling her she had to leave now because he was expecting someone to arrive at ten? Jennifer looked at the bedside clock … 9.40.

She had a sudden fear that maybe Brett wasn't going to push the woman out by ten. What if he didn't care about hurting Jennifer … what if any moment, the bedroom door would open and he would bring this woman to his bed? How embarrassed would Jennifer be lying there naked?

Jennifer was racked with mixed emotions. How could Brett do her in his bed at ten when he had just fucked this woman in the arse? He was going to need some recovery time. Just as she was determining that getting into his bed naked was a bad decision, she heard voices outside the bedroom door. Jennifer's hands gripped the sheet and pulled it up tightly over her naked body, just her hair, eyes and nose visible.

Then there was silence again and the door suddenly opened. Brett walked in alone and Jennifer breathed a huge sigh of relief, her hands relaxed their grip on the sheet. She even threw it back, exposing her bare breasts as Brett walked toward the bed. His cock hung limply, but even in that flaccid state, its size was impressive and she longingly admired it.

"Well, well, who's been sleeping in my bed?"

"That's the second time you've quoted from that book, you must be a big fan of The Three Little Pigs."

"I'm not a great reader, that was the last book I read. You see, I don't get much time to read, there's always some woman around who wants my body. Why are you here early?" His question was almost aggressively accusatory.

"I woke up early, wasn't hungry … at least not for food. All I could think about was having that monster penis of yours again."

"How long have you been here? Did you see what was happening downstairs?"

"Saw it and heard it, you both put on quite a show. Looks like you found a woman who would let you use her arse."

He smiled, "Yes I did."

"Was it all you thought it would be?"

"And more … she was so fuckin' tight. Shit, it was good! You don't know what you missed."

"I wonder if she was as enthusiastic as you."

"She sounded like she was."

"Yes, she did indeed. Did you use a condom in her?"

"Of course."

"Then what are you standing around talking for? I would like you in me now, it's ten o'clock."

He smiled again, "You have become quite a sexpot, Jen … just give me five minutes."

Brett turned and retreated to the en suite bathroom and Jennifer heard the shower running. The water was only on for two minutes, his body was still quite damp as he returned, approaching the bed. His cock was half-rigid now, Jennifer assumed he must have worked on it with his own soapy hands.

"Are you going to need my help with that?" she offered.

"No, I'm about to go down on you. I love the taste of a woman's cunt, that should have me up in no time, and you can expect to reap some side benefits from me doing it." 

Brett grabbed a hold of the sheet and threw it back, exposing the rest of her naked body. Under his probing gaze, she let her legs slide wide apart. "Don't hold back," she told him as his head dipped down between her spread thighs and she felt the flat surface of his wet tongue painting up her pubic slit, all the way to her clitoris.

They had a good session in bed together. After bringing her to orgasm with his tongue and lips, his body hovered above her and she could look down and see that he had fully recuperated from the episode in the other woman's arse. Brett gave her one of the most solid work-outs that they had yet enjoyed. Having used up so much cum in his prior encounter, he was in no hurry to finish and he brought her off four times before at last he could muster up enough fresh supply to make a deposit in her juicy cunt.

When they lay there in the after-glow, Brett surprised her by talking about his family. He had mentioned them only once before … they all lived out of town. But he had never talked to her in detail about them. It seemed that his mother had died of cancer two years ago, leaving his father to run the family farm with Brett's younger brother. It turned out that Brett was only talking about it now because his dad had asked if he could come to town and visit with him. 

"He's coming in on the 8 o'clock train tomorrow night. I will of course be on the radio at that time, so I have mailed him a spare key and told him he's going to have to get a cab over here from the station.

"A cab ride could be expensive, it's a fair distance, Brett."

"I mailed him fifty bucks too. I'm just telling you about his visit, Jen, because it's going to curtail our stuff for a few days. I'm sorry, but he's family."

"Sure, that's okay," Jennifer told him, but thinking to herself how embarrassing it might be. "Brett, your dad is probably around the same age as me, maybe a couple of years older. I'm worried about what he may think of me, having it off with his son."

"Jen, don't stress over it. I have actually told him about you."

"Oh my God, what? Have you told him about us having wild uncontrolled sex?"

"No, don't worry about that. No, I've told him about how good you are at work things, how you've taught me all this stuff about doing talk back radio."

"Oh, that's alright then … and you've not said anything about us doing this sort of stuff."

"Well no, not really."

"Brett, what does that mean?"

"I just sort of said that we had become quite close, good friends … and I left it at that."

Jennifer was not totally at peace with Brett's reassurances, but she would have to wait and see how much his father seemed to know about them.

Chapter Nine

The next morning - Thursday, Jennifer arrived at his house at ten. She did not intend to make any more early surprise visits. It was the first really warm day of summer and she figured that at some time that day she would christen Brett's swimming pool. When she walked in, she was surprised to find Brett dressed and looking like he was ready to go out.

"What's with you, I thought we'd have some play time before we work?"

"Sorry Jen, I've got some chores to do this morning. Dad's coming in on the train tonight and I haven't got any proper food in the house. Plus I need to buy a few things for the second bedroom, make it look a bit livable. Honey, make yourself comfortable, I'll be about two hours. When I get back, we'll do the program preparation for tonight and then after lunch, what about we have an open air fuck out by the pool.

"You are such a romantic, Brett."

He grabbed his car keys and was gone, leaving Jennifer standing there, wondering how she would fill in the next two hours. She had thought about a swim, now it was definitely on the agenda. She had not brought a costume with her, but then she wouldn't need one. No other property could look in on Brett's hillside pool.

Jennifer swept down the stairs, confidently shedding her clothes as she went, eventually getting down to only panties and a bra by the time she reached the wide open doors of the living area that opened out onto the pool. She stood for a moment looking across the pool taking in the superb ocean view beyond. Then she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, easing it off her breasts, and then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down over her hips.

Jennifer stood resplendently naked and alone in the doorway, then she took five steps across the patio to the pool edge and dived in to the cool water. She swam several laps, then hauled herself up the side, walked over to a poolside chair, straightened it so that it was more a bed than a seat and lay face down to soak up some sun rays on her pale back. She hadn't brought a towel out with her, so she could not dry her back, leaving her skin very damp with beads of water.

The only sound was the waves breaking on the rocks below the house and the occasional call of a bird flying by … and then suddenly the sound of a male voice she didn't recognise. "You would have to be Jennifer … Brett was right, that's the finest arse I've ever seen … a perfect ten."




Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 02



She was startled, who was this … and how did he get into the house? She thought she was alone. At the sound of the voice, her head had whipped around to see a tall man, over 6 feet, standing in the doorway, an overnight bag in his hand. He was quite handsome, appeared to be around her own age. Jennifer surmised that it had to be Brett's dad, but what was he doing here now?

"Are you Brett's dad?" Her head was raised and turned toward the man but her naked body still lay pressed flat down on the sun lounge to at least hide the front of her nudity.

The man nodded in agreement, "One and the same, you can call me Trevor." He put his bag down and walked closer, sitting in a chair not five feet away from where the very naked Jennifer lay, her back and arse, still damp from the water, exposed to his view.

"Err, Trevor, it's nice to meet you. The trouble is you have me at somewhat of a disadvantage. As you can see, I'm not wearing a stitch of clothing. Do you think you could be a gentleman and go stand over there beyond the pool, admiring the view, while I slip away and get dressed?"

"Sure, be pleased to," he grinned, "In a few minutes! But first of all, I am just so gob smacked at this incredible house that my son has fallen into. I just want to sit here and take it all in … the house, the pool, the incredible views and this fine looking woman. They don't have any of these four things where I come from."

"Brett said you weren't due in until tonight … he told me you were on the 8 o'clock train."

"Then he obviously got it wrong. There are two trains a day, they both get in at 8, one in the morning, one at night. So where is my boy?"

"He's gone out to buy some things that he figured he needed to make your stay more comfortable. He won't be long."

"So we've got a few minutes to talk then, Jennifer?"

"I guess so," she agreed, "Although I really would appreciate you giving me a chance to go get dressed … I would feel a lot more comfortable talking to you with my clothes on."

"You could do that, but then I wouldn't be able to check out your fabulous arse. Did I tell you I agreed with my boy's assessment of it?"

"Yes you did," said Jennifer, becoming quite exasperated. She wondered whether she had enough confidence to just stand up and walk across the patio, stark naked, to retrieve her clothes. Would she really want to let Brett's dad get a look at her breasts and her pubes? After all, he had already got a good close look at her naked arse. Her conservative upbringing told her not to.

"It seems you might have been teaching my boy a thing or two," he said and Jennifer watched his eyes roam between her face, that was turned toward him, and the magnificent twin mounds of her arse cheeks that rose up from the hollow of her back.

"About his work on radio I have," she said with some annoyance. "But if you also mean about sex, then you're quite misguided. I am the one who has been learning from your son when it comes to matters of intimacy."

"Yes, Brett is one who always seemed to be able to take care of himself, never lacked female company. Didn't get it from me, I must say. I was pretty much a one-woman man until I lost my wife a couple years ago."

Jennifer tempered her anger at Trevor to offer her condolences. "Yes, Brett only told me about that yesterday. I am sorry, Trevor, you must miss her."

"Yes I do," he told her emphatically and she thought she saw a tear in his eye. "She was my soul mate and my lover. She was probably about your age, she was pretty young when I married her."

The sun that had been shining so brightly had disappeared behind a cloud and Jennifer felt a chill with the sea breeze blowing across her damp naked back. "Trevor, I'm going to have to ask you again if you could be a gentleman and let me get some clothes on. Look, if you won't walk away while I get up, could you at least go and get me a towel. There's a couple hanging up in the bathroom upstairs, next floor up, just off Brett's room."

Jennifer was relieved to see Trevor stand up, but instead of walking away to get a towel for her, he walked over to the foot of the sun-chair she was laying in. He was now behind her and she worried that she couldn't see him. She clamped her legs tightly together, so that he would not be able to see her pubic region from where he stood. The most he could see would be the cleavage of her arse between her prominently rounded cheeks, she hoped her anus would at least remain hidden within by the clamping of her thighs together.

"I'm having one last look, Jennifer … I am unlikely to ever see a quality arse like that again. I wish I had my camera with me."

"I'm glad you don't," she told him, her face crimson at this man's blatant perving.

To Jennifer's relief, Trevor disappeared back into the house to go find a towel for her. Eager to be clothed and unsure if she could avoid revealing her front even when he brought her a towel, she jumped up and ran to the doorway where she had discarded her clothes. She managed to pull her panties back on and had just clipped her bra in place when Trevor reappeared with the towel.

'At least I am no worse now than if I was wearing a bikini,' she thought as she faced her young lover's father. But then as she saw his eyes appraising her body from top to toe, she looked down at herself, realising that she was wearing the new sexy underwear that she had bought for Brett's eyes only. The material was so transparent and flimsy and the front of her body was still wet even though her back had been sun dried. Her nipples shone like headlamps within her bra, and her panties clung to her wet pubic skin, becoming totally see-through. Trevor had a great view of the outline of her pubic slit and the neatly trimmed runway of hair.

"Oh my God, Trevor, this is so embarrassing … you catching me naked like this. You must think I'm a bit of a tramp, but I never usually go skinny-dipping. I am really quite a reserved person, I can assure you."

"Don't give it another thought, Jennifer. Actually, you've made my day. I haven't looked at another woman since my wife died. But having seen you … err, like this, all naked like … then I realised that it's time for me to move on. There are women out there that I should be meeting … not quite as good looking as you, mind you."

He came close enough to hand her the towel and Jennifer hugged it to her, thankfully at last covering most of her body.

She told him to take a seat, "I'll get us some coffee," and she went away to finish getting dressed, hugging the towel to the front of her body instead of wrapping it around her. As she walked away through the patio doorway, she knew that his eyes would be watching the undulation of her damp arse, clad only in the transparent panties. 'Oh well, who cares,' she thought. 'He liked my arse, let him get one last look.'

When she returned with coffee and some cookies, she told him "I'd really like to start my first meeting with you all over again."

"Sorry honey, but I wouldn't have missed that first meeting for the world."

By the time Brett returned home, Jennifer expected that the embarrassing start would have been forgotten. Brett came out through the doorway onto the pool patio and greeted his father. "Dad, what the hell are you doing here? I didn't expect you until tonight?" 

His father rose and the two of them hugged affectionately, which surprised Jennifer because she had the impression that the two didn't get on that well.

"So you've met the lovely Jennifer, my right-hand woman."

"Yes I have, and I have to tell you right from the outset, you are absolutely correct."

"What's that, dad?"

Jennifer cringed as Brett's dad revealed, "She has the finest arse I've ever seen."

"See, I told you so dad … and you should see it naked. Man, it is something else, the smoothest skin, great rounded curves and the appeal of what's between those cheeks."

"Oh please, give me a break!" interjected Jennifer, anxious to change the subject.

"The thing is son, I did … see it naked, I mean. I used the key you sent me and walked right on in. I had a good look through your house, came out here on the deck and what do you know, this lovely woman is naked as a jay-bird, just lying there on her stomach, that fine piece of arse up in the air for me to see. You're right, skin as smooth as a baby's bum."

"Hey guys, I am here, sitting with you … not some missing person you're talking about."

Brett looked across at Jennifer, noting the look on her face, "Whoops, a bit embarrassing, eh Jen."

"Yes it was … I can see who you take after. He wouldn't go and walk away so I could get up and go get dressed to protect my modesty. He just sat there and talked to me. Well, his mouth talked to me while his eyes watched my arse."

"Ah, come on Jennifer," defended Trevor, "I wasn't that blatant, was I? Besides, you city women like that sort of thing, having men checking you out."

Brett could see Jennifer's hurt, he moved to defend her. "Knock it off dad, Jen's not like what you describe as city women. She's a very refined lady, doesn't swear … well didn't, until she met me. She's been married to the one man for most of her life, he's a real jerk. So cut her some slack, dad."

Trevor recognised his son's seriousness, "I am sorry Jennifer, I didn't mean to label you in any way. I am sorry if I offended you."

Jennifer accepted his apology. She went away to the kitchen to prepare some lunch so that father and son could have some quiet time to catch up. The three of them spent all afternoon out on the pool patio and by 5pm, Jennifer felt that she was part of their family too. Trouble was she and Brett didn't get anything done in preparation for that night's program.

After spending the whole afternoon at the house, Jennifer found that she really liked Trevor, he was close to her age and he was everything that her husband was not. She even had some regrets that she had formed such an intense sexual relationship with Brett … she knew deep down that with the age difference, it would never last. 

But having now met his father, she felt much closer to Trevor and wondered what he would be like in bed. He had a great personality, was handsome, attentive, caring, a good conversationalist with a fabulous sense of humour. What more could she want? He only needed to be good in bed, and at 50, he would be the perfect package for her … the ideal replacement for George.

After the show that night, Brett told Jennifer that he was intending to have a party at his house this weekend to celebrate his father being in town. Since he worked weeknights, it would have to be Saturday night. Jennifer agreed it was a good idea, but expressed doubt over whether she could make it. She explained that, despite her ice-cold marriage, now that she worked weeknights, she did feel an obligation to stay home with George on Saturday and Sunday nights. She agreed it was ridiculous because even if she did stay home with him, she would be lucky to have two minutes of conversation with him all night. Brett made her promise that she would try to come to the party.

Trevor even put pressure on her to come to Brett's party. When she dropped by Brett's house on Friday morning to prepare that night's show, Trevor invited her to lunch afterward. Jennifer was surprised, but she had grown to like him very much in just two days. He took her to a fine restaurant that she figured that Brett had probably recommended. They had some wine, but Jennifer had to stop at one glass … she reminded him that she was working until midnight and needed to stay sober.

"I promise you that I will drink with you all night tomorrow evening," Jennifer promised him.

"So that means you're coming then," checked Trevor.

"Yes, I will be there, Trevor. I have no idea what I am going to say to George, but I can assure you that I want to come."

"And so do I, Jennifer. Want you to come, that is."

She gave him a curious smile, unsure if he was placing sexual innuendo in that last remark. She figured if she hadn't been intimate with his son, she would have no hesitation in going to bed with Trevor. But the complication of her relationship with Brett caused her to doubt if she could bring herself to commit to the father. She even wondered if she could take Brett aside and explain her dilemma, but she wouldn't know how to start it … and what if she was wrong and Trevor didn't really desire her. She would look foolish and full of herself for believing that she could have two generations of one family.

Chapter Ten

Saturday afternoon about five, Jennifer ran herself a long hot bath. She had selected some of her new sexy lingerie to wear on the night, expecting to end up in bed with one Mr. Walker this night. She just wasn't sure which one. She secreted her underwear under a towel and took it into the bathroom, not wanting George to see how she intended to dress to go out.

She lay back luxuriating in the hot sudsy bath when all of a sudden, George burst into the bathroom without even knocking. He had never done that before.

"George, how dare you. Can't I have some privacy to soak in my bath?"

"Are you going out tonight?" he demanded to know, standing over her in a rare bullying fashion.

"As a matter of fact, I am. I'm having a night out with some of the girls, as if it's any of your business."

"You never told me!"

"After your attitude to our marriage, I certainly don't have to ask your permission. Since when did it ever matter to you? We sit here, never saying a word to each other … you don't even say good night to me when you go to bed. This is not a marriage, it's a prison sentence and you are a boring old fart."

"How dare you talk to me like that. You're having an affair behind my back, aren't you?"

"Oh that I was, George," she lied, not ready yet to reveal her relationship with Brett … or would it be Trevor? No wonder she wasn't ready to tell him anything.

"What's all this then?" He had spotted her neat pile of lingerie. "Looks a bit fancy for a night with the girls. Who are you intending to wear this for?"

"Anybody that would at least look at me, treat me like a real live woman. You have stifled the life out of our marriage, George. I am glad that you have raised this now … because it gives me a chance at last to tell you that our marriage is a sham. It's all over, George … we're through!"

Jennifer was trembling with rage, surprised that her quiet and meek husband had suddenly become accusatory. Did it actually matter to him? She thought not. Jennifer suspected that he was only worried by the image a marriage breakdown would portray to his friends. The fight had gone out of George just as quickly as it had arisen. He slunk out the door.

Jennifer lay in the bath, her whole body trembling from the altercation, amazed at how she had suddenly had the courage to respond to him, to tell him what she thought. But as she calmed down, she realised that George's timing couldn't have been better. She made up her mind there and then that she would not be coming home tonight … even if it meant them having another argument tomorrow.

She rose up from her bath, grabbed a big fluffy towel and dried her body. Then she set about dressing up for her night out. A black half-cup bra, matching black panties, stockings and a garter belt. She wrapped the towel around all of that and went in search of a suitable dress to wear.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Jennifer parked her car inside Brett's garage just as she did on weekday mornings, then used her front door key to gain access to the house. She went down the flight of steps to the bedroom level and along the hallway past the bedrooms to stand against the glass-sided railing. She looked over to the living area below and couldn't see either Brett or his dad, but then felt someone come up beside her … it was Brett and he placed a protective arm around his radio producer and leaned over the balcony railing.

"Hey dad, I think you'll want to see this."

Jennifer leaned forward to look too and saw Trevor appear from out of the kitchen that was below the bedrooms. Trevor walked just far enough into the living area so that he could turn and look up at the pair standing on the balcony above him. She watched Brett's father's eyes widen and guessed that his son may have wised him up about her little game with Brett. She played ball by straightening her body up, shaking Brett's arm free of her shoulder and doing a little pirouette that caused her short dress to flare out.

"Do you like my dress, Trevor?" she called down to him.

"I do like your dress, Jennifer … but that's not all I like. I like everything that I can see from here, you are a very desirable woman."

She pretended to be coy, "Oh dear Trevor, I just realised. You might be able to see a little more of me than just my dress from down there. I should be careful about where I stand up here."

"You can stand there all night long as far as I'm concerned," he called back, his eyes continuing to flit from her face to her exposed legs that disappeared up under her dress. But Jennifer wondered how much of her legs disappeared from his gaze. Could he in fact see all the way up to her black panties?.

Brett spoke from behind her, "You are a hot woman, Jen. I can't believe that I ever called you non-sexual. You have won over my dad, it looks like I could lose you to him."

"Would that upset you?" said Jennifer, turning to face Brett, looking serious.

"I would very much miss what we have, Jen … but long-term, you would be better for my dad, and he would be better for you."

Jennifer sensed that Brett was handing her over to his father at this stage, letting her know that she was free to flirt with Trevor tonight. "Thanks," she said and kissed the young man affectionately before returning down the hallway and continuing on downstairs to catch up with Trevor.

She put the earlier argument with George out of her mind and gave all of her attention to Trevor. There were about 20 at the party, but Jennifer had eyes only for Brett's dad. They ate together, drank together, danced together, and stepped out onto the pool patio where they had first met, kissing passionately in the semi dark. Trevor admitted that she was the first woman that he had kissed since the death of his wife. To lighten the mood, she reminded him that hers was also the first woman's arse he had seen naked since his wife's passing. They laughed a lot.

She wondered how long she was going to have to wait for Trevor to make a move on her. She had fallen for this guy so quickly and was now eager to step up to the next level. 'I wonder if Brett also let his dad know that he was okay with me going with him,' thought Jennifer.

About 11, Brett came over to where she and Trevor were lounging "Listen you guys, if you two want to go upstairs and do something private, it's okay with me. You've been great helping out with drinks and food and stuff, but as of now dad, you are relieved of being the guest of honour."

Trevor turned to look at Jennifer and she thought he appeared nervous, perhaps not sure how to initiate the next move. She wondered if she should help out, or would that appear too forward for an old-style country widower. But it turned out that was not his problem. "Brett, a guy likes to make his own approach to a woman about coming to bed with him … it shouldn't come from his son."

"Oh, sorry dad … I just thought I might be helping to get things started."

Again, Trevor looked at Jennifer, "That's not necessary at all, Brett. Things will get started on their own pretty soon."

She placed her hand on Trevor's cheek, "Anytime you want, Trevor … I'm more than ready for you."




Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 02



He smiled warmly at her, "Sounds like now might be as good as any. Would you like to come up to my bedroom, Jennifer?"

"Yes please, Trevor, I thought you'd never ask."

"Excuse us, son," Trevor said to Brett as he stood and held his hand out for Jennifer. She rose and joined him and the two headed for the stairs, hand in hand. "It's been a while, Jennifer, I could be a bit rusty," he warned as they neared the top of the stairs.

"I am sure you'll be just fine, Trevor," she reassured him, taking her hand from his and moving it around his waist to hug him to her. The other hand crept over and lightly touched the bulge at the front of his trousers. "You couldn't do much wrong with that."

It felt strange for Jennifer to head into the second bedroom, she had actually never been in here. She wasn't really concerned about the furnishings, she saw that it had a large bed and that would be all she would need for this night. She went straight across to it, leading Trevor without hesitation. They stopped when her knees touched the mattress and she turned and slid easily into Trevor's arms and they kissed again passionately, with even more intensity and tongue activity than when they had been down by the pool.

Almost immediately, Jennifer felt his fingers tugging at the zipper at the back of her neck. She felt the air on her back as the zip parted the dress in back, then his fingers caressing her bare skin, and just as quickly releasing the catch on her bra.

"Not too fast!" she had to tell him, wanting for them both to enjoy the undressing in a gradual way. She pulled out of his arms and eased the dress forward to reveal her arms and then her breasts, still partly covered by the bra that had already been released in back. "Do you mind if I hang this, it's expensive," she told him, taking the dress off completely and walking across the room to the wardrobe to hang it.

Jennifer used this move to slow Trevor down … and to let him have a good look at the package. He had slightly spoilt it by releasing her bra too soon, but she was content to go ahead and discard that on the floor and turned to face him again, her breasts now exposed, but below that, the garter belt and stockings and the brief panties – all in black. She was still in high heels that lifted her legs up enough to thrust her body out in all of the right places.

Trevor uttered a very audible sound of admiration for her body and Jennifer felt better about herself … the man approved. Nevertheless, she was nervous. Had Brett told him anything about their previous sexual episodes? Were father and son actually colluding in her seduction? Did Trevor know anything about her having tried out the butt plug and her temptation to try anal sex?

Jennifer walked so slowly back across the room toward Trevor, his eyes probing her body, particularly her now exposed nipples that were coming closer to him. She stepped up close and began unbuttoning his shirt. "I had led a very sheltered sex life until I met your son. In fact, I had not had sex in over three years until about a week ago. So don't feel that you are the only one here attempting a comeback. We're in this together, Trevor."

"Thanks!" he told her, grateful for her admission. By now, she had his shirt unbuttoned and she yanked it out of his belt and cast it aside. She moved back a step to sit down on the bed, tugging him along with her so that he stood in front of her at the edge of the bed. She began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers.

"Now let's see what's lurking in here. Hopefully, you're not hiding a monster penis like your son."

"No way, Jennifer … I should be so lucky."

"Don't wish for something that big … you know, there are some places it won't go." She reached into his underpants and pulled his erection out. "But as for this, it's a good size…" she told him as her hand fondled his hard-on. "…you could put this anywhere you want." It jerked in her hand, seemingly in response to her suggestive words and their implication.

Trevor's penis was a good size, halfway between George's 4 inches erect and Brett's massive 9 inches. Jennifer adjudged it to be the perfect size for everything she might expect it to do. She would be able to take it fully inside her vagina without that stuffed, bloated feeling she got when Brett stuck his in her. 'I'd say that I could get enough of this in my mouth to make its owner feel very good,' she thought. 'And I haven't completely given up on anal sex, at least this one wouldn't open me up beyond reality.'

Like his son's, it was circumcised and Jennifer fondled it caringly and lovingly, much to Trevor's delight but concern. As he closed his eyes to savour her gentle touch, he worried that with no use for 12 months, he could blow quite quickly. He tried desperately to think of anything other than burying his erection inside this lovely woman's cunt, but he failed. Nothing could take his mind off the prospect that would soon become reality.

Trevor gasped aloud when he felt her wet mouth close over his tip, her tongue working the underside behind his cock-head as she sucked even more of it into her mouth. "Oh shit, that's good!" he admitted, his shaft now shaking. Gradually, she eased more and more of him in between her luscious lips and Trevor felt the unmistakable realisation that he was indeed very close to coming.

"Jennifer, I want to hold out for you, but it's feeling too good. Your mouth, your tongue, the way you're sucking on it…"

She took his penis out and Trevor thought that she was stopping her oral treatment, "Oh God no, don't stop!"

But Jennifer had only stopped long enough to tell him, "It's okay Trevor, I expected you would be quick the first time. I know it's been a long time for you, hasn't it. Why don't you just let me do this for you and you cum whenever you're ready. Don't hold anything back … we can worry about you coming inside me when you recover."

With that, she used her two hands to pull his hard shaft straight back deep into her mouth, her lips closing over his cock. She began drawing her head back, letting his cock withdraw from between her wet lips. Only to pause with just the head inside her mouth, then her lips would grip his shaft tightly and she would push forward until almost all of his cock had been sucked inside her willing mouth.

She sucked avariciously, attempting to draw the cum from his balls and bring it up to the surface by having it spurt from the end of his jerking cock. Jennifer's hands held onto his thighs and she felt his legs shaking … his cock was trembling and she knew his release was imminent. Her mouth was so full that she couldn't speak to encourage him to empty his load deep into her throat, so she whimpered to convey her carnal desires.

With no verbal warning, Trevor abruptly came inside Jennifer's mouth, his trembling shaft spewing cum from its tip. She felt it splatter against the back of her throat. She gulped a swallow, only to have a second load of cum splatter there too … then a third before she could drink down the second. Above her, Trevor's voice was a moan, while below his legs shook threatening to have his body fall over. Jennifer's hands still gripped his thighs, trying to keep him upright.

She used her lapping tongue to wipe most of the cum off his deflating shaft and let it ease from her mouth. Trevor looked down to see his cum leaking from the edges of her mouth, a little of it already dribbling down her chin. "You look like the cat that ate the cream … only my cream is cum."

She swallowed yet again, clearing her mouth sufficiently to speak, "That was great, I am glad you did that. I know you needed it."

"Jennifer, you will never know how much I needed it … you are wonderful. But I am sorry, I feel I've let you down. I should have had more control. It's just that it's been so long."

"I know that, Trevor … I don't want to hear any regrets, any excuses. Just enjoy what I was able to do for you. Now come and lie down and when you're ready, we'll do just what comes naturally."

"Thank you, Jennifer, you are a very understanding woman. But better still, how about you lie down, there is something I can do for you right now."

Trevor pushed her body back on the bed and his head moved down over her, pausing just above her belly. He reached out and grasped the black panties and hauled them down over her hips, revealing her pubic region to his eyes for the very first time.

"Beautiful, but I knew you would be down there … as pretty as the rest of you. Now I have a little something I want to do." His face still hovered above her pubic region … his lips parted. Jennifer eagerly spread her thighs wider to allow him access between them. His tongue snaked out and she felt its first swipe up along her pubic slit. Now it was her turn to moan with pleasure. "Yes!" she uttered breathlessly. "Oh yes! That's nice!"

She was impressed at how good the farmer was at licking and sucking from the opening of her vagina all the way up to her clitoral bud, not missing anything in between. "This is not new to you," she observed, her breathing now turning to gasps and quickening from the passionate emotions she felt down below.

He mumbled some sort of response that she couldn't understand, never missing a beat on his treatment of her clit. Her breathing told him she was already close, but if hadn't read the signs, her words confirmed it, "Keep doing it just like that … don't change a thing … ooh, right there, that's good … oh yes … oh yes … more of that … more!!!"

Sparks flew behind her closed eyes, her lower body throbbed, then spasmed into a magical release that brought Jennifer to a similar climactic level of completion to the man who had just licked her to a finish. He gently rested one cheek on her belly as he listened to her slowly come down from her exciting finish. She brought a hand down to rest affectionately on the side of his head. 

"That was beautiful," she complimented. "I feel so relaxed now, what with the wine and all, if I drop asleep, please don't take offence."

"Yes, that's okay!"

They actually both slept peacefully for a couple of hours. Jennifer woke with a start, it was 1.30am and she sensed that someone was in the room with them. Her sudden movement of alarm in turn woke Trevor, who had fallen asleep with his body still between Jennifer's legs and his head resting on her belly. "What's up?" he asked urgently.

"Someone's here."

"Who is it?"

"Calm down, you guys, it's only me." They both recognised the voice of Brett and then each saw him too, sitting on the edge of the bed. "How are you two lovebirds getting on? Have you come up for air yet?"

"We haven't got very far actually, Brett," his father admitted, hauling himself further up the bed to lay alongside Jennifer. "Bit of a quick start on my part … it's been far too long."

"Oh, never mind dad, I am sure you'll get your control back. Jen will be patient with you, she's a very compassionate woman. Well listen, I won't interfere now, I will leave you both to it. Everybody's gone home, but I did have an idea that I wanted to run by you two. How about I set my alarm for early and I'll come by about 6 in the morning."

"What do you want?" asked Jennifer curiously.

"Never mind that now, you two just go ahead and fuck like rabbits. I'll come back at six in the morning."

Brett left the room. "What do you suppose he wants?" asked Jennifer of her new lover.

"No idea, responded Trevor.

"Are you really sure? I'm not certain how much you two talk to each other about me. He and you haven't been cooking something up, have you?"

"Jennifer, honestly the only thing I have cooked up, as you put it, with my son … is to convince him to move aside for me where you're concerned."

"How did you manage to do that, Trevor?"

"I told him that I think I love you."

"Wow, that's a big call, I hardly know you. And how was your son about that?"

"He told me that he would leave it to you, your decision as to who you wanted."

"This has become quite a serious decision for me to make tonight. I expected … hoped at least … that this would turn out to be a night of sexual pleasure with my new man." She reached out to hug him to her.

"Does calling me 'my new man' imply that you are choosing me over my well endowed son?"

"A super big penis isn't everything. You and I have only just met and you haven't even been inside my body yet, so it's a bit early for me to be making judgements about whether you are right for me. I certainly know now that my husband is not right for me … and while playing around with your son has been wild and wicked, the age difference means that it was never going to be a serious thing."

"Come here Jennifer, I think it's time that you and I really got to know each other." Trevor drew her into his arms and fitted his body along hers. His face came forward, his lips found hers and they began a deep and passionate kiss that would set the pace for the main event.

His cock had extended to maximum stiffness again and she enjoyed the feel of its tip nudging against her flaring labia lips that had flowered open under the passion of his kissing and his fondling of her breasts. Jennifer spread her legs wide and urged him to roll on top of her, dropping one hand down between them to place his erection at just the right angle for entry.

He pushed forward into her and she closed her eyes to soak up the pleasurable sensations of his nice average sized penis carving a path comfortably through her so intimate passage. His lovemaking was good without being sensational, his endurance satisfactory without being record-breaking and he brought her to two orgasms (the second only just) before she felt his cum splashing at the end of her passage.

'Two is not three,' she told herself, selfishly recalling the prowess of the son. 'But two is still two more than I could ever get from George … and that was back when he actually deigned to do me.'

"That was even better than I anticipated," she attempted to reassure him when the dust had settled and their breathing returned to normal. "You're pretty good for a man who hasn't done it in a year."

"What's that they say, 'like riding a bike, you never forget how'." Trevor did seem happy that she had praised him for his ability to draw two orgasms from her body. "Can you stay till morning? I reckon I can get it up again in a few hours."

"Sounds very promising, I'll be in that. And yes, I am staying, I had a big row with my husband before I came out … told him not to expect me home. This is it at last, I have plucked up the courage to call our marriage over." 

Jennifer threw back the sheet. 

"Where are you going then?" he asked.

She rose from the bed and turned her head to look back down at him, "Only to the bathroom, it's time for a pee."

As she started to walk across the room, she heard a click and the room was bathed in light from the bedside lamp that Trevor had just switched on. "Why did you do that?" she turned and asked as she reached the en suite bathroom doorway.

"So I could watch your bare arse as you walked away. I told you yesterday…"

"I know … I know. You told me I had a great arse."

"Not just great, I told you it was the best arse ever, a perfect ten … that's what I said … and it is."

"What is it about you and your son both coveting my arse?"

"Yes, he did admit to me that he was crazy about it. You didn't let him in there did you?"

Her legs and feet began fidgeting, "We will have to continue this riveting conversation when I come out. If I don't go right now, the pee will be running down my legs in five seconds." She disappeared into the bathroom.

The bedside light was out by the time she reappeared from the bathroom and she scooted across the floor and climbed into bed, snuggling up to Trevor.

"So, I was asking if you'd let him have anal sex. Surely you didn't let him put that big cock of his up there?"

"No, I didn't … only his fingers. He did want me to take it all, he even put a butt plug inside my arse to wear for a day to stretch me. I didn't like it!"

"So have you ever done it, Jennifer? Had a man in your arse, I mean."

"No I haven't! I guess that nobody even suggested that when I was young … you know that a man and woman could do it that way. Then I got married and it would never occur to George to try something like that. In recent years, I've read a bit about it, wondered what it would feel like, but never actually thought I would consider doing it."

"So you would then … if I wanted you to?"

"If you wanted me to … sure, I would!" She spoke before she had even fully considered the prospect … she wondered if she should quickly make her approval conditional. But on what, that it wouldn't hurt her. She felt foolish to appear squeamish when so many hetero couples were doing it … or so the magazines suggested.

"Roll over then," he told her and she complied willingly.

"Are you going to do it right now?" the tone of her voice was apprehensive.

"Ha, I wish! No, I wouldn't be able to get it up so soon after. Maybe when we wake up next. That would be nice."

He reached a hand out to land softly on one arse cheek as she settled lying on her stomach, her legs only slightly apart. His fingers traced lightly over her bare skin, having to negotiate over and around the garter straps of her last remaining garment. Jennifer sighed peacefully as she enjoyed his soft touch, his fingers dipping gently in between her wondrous arse cheeks, his fingernail lightly grazing her tender rosebud.

His gentle touch put her to sleep and Trevor drifted off again soon after. Around dawn, the first rays of sunlight angled across the room, waking Jennifer from her slumber. She still lay face down and she still felt the tracing of fingers in the intimate cleavage of her arse. She had unconsciously spread her legs wider at some stage, so that now the fingers had unlimited access to the crease of her arse and her puckered anal ring.

Her face was turned to her right and she opened her eyes, surprised to see that Trevor lay facing away from her and appeared to be still asleep. She lifted and spun her head back to her left, surprised to see Brett lying alongside her. As she looked further down the bed, it turned out to be his fingers that were touching her tender anal opening in the same intimate manner that Trevor had been doing before she dropped asleep. 

"What is this? Are you two a tag team?" she asked.

"Couldn't resist, sugar. Walked in here to see how you guys were going … there's my dad sleeping and you and your beautiful arse beckoning. I didn't think you'd mind if I touched, after all we've done in the past few weeks."

"You don't know how to let go, Brett … I thought that you had given me up to your father."

"That's right, I did. But here I am, alone after my party and horny as hell. This is just a moment for old time's sake. You might call it the handing over ceremony."

"Brett, that's crass. What do you think I am, some prize that you can pass on … but only when you're good and ready?"

"Jen, I wanted to fuck this beautiful arse of yours, but you wouldn't let me. I sort of understand because I know how painful it might be for a first timer with the size of my cock. But you see, I know that anal has always been a bit of a favourite of my dad's. Ever since I was a young kid and I peeped in on he and mum plugging away one night … and he was fully up her arse and they were both moaning in lust."

Brett had continued his soft feather-like touch between her arse cheeks while he talked and Jennifer had not attempted to bring her thighs back together. She still lay there with her legs spread wantonly.




Never Too Old To Learn Ch. 02



"When I knew dad was coming down to stay, I never foresaw that he would fall for you, but I was realistic enough to know that the thing we had going was always only going to be a fling. You know, you being married and much older than me. But please don't take that the wrong way because you are an incredibly good looking woman…"

"For my age," Jennifer offered.

"Yes okay, for your age … and I'm still very young and you've seen how I go for those chicks just out of school. What I'm trying to say is that I'm really quite okay with you and my dad hooking up, even though we had some wild sex together. Anyway, I was telling you how I knew my dad liked anal … so not even thinking that he would fall for you, I boasted to him on the phone what a great arse you had."

"That explains why he said what he did the morning he walked in on me lying stark naked out by the pool. But what does worry me is that you told your dad that you were getting it off with me, shouldn't that have been private between us? After all, nobody else knows … or have you boasted to anyone at the station? Oh my God, heaven forbid."

"No Jen, don't panic, my dad is the only one I've told. But I've always told him everything, it just seemed natural to tell him."

"Have you shared a woman with him before?"

"No, never! My dad hasn't been with any other woman since my mum died … and he was always faithful to her. They were a really loving couple. That's why I'd -give you up to see him happy again."

"Oh, that's sweet. Thanks Brett. She gave him a warm smile and followed it with a little purr as his fingers trailed across her anal ring once more. She closed her eyes.

Jennifer was almost back to sleep again when she heard Trevor's voice from the other side of her. "So what are you doing touching my woman's arse, son?"

"Just getting her primed for you dad," Brett responded.

"That's great, thanks buddy, but I'll take over now."

Jennifer felt the fingers that had been fondling so nicely between her arse cheeks move away. Then she felt new fingers, obviously Trevor's sliding down her back, into the valley before rising up the slope of her cheeks and taking the same path that the son's had. She lifted up her head and turned around to face him. "Good morning, lover, it's nice to see you."

Trevor smiled warmly and his face came forward, his lips met hers and he kissed her quite passionately. Jennifer whimpered under the power of the kiss. When it at last broke and he moved slightly back away from her face to be able to watch her more closely, he asked, "Are you ready for it, I know I sure am."

Jennifer's eyes dropped to look down along his body and there was his firm erection, standing straight out from him as he lay on his side facing her. He was close enough that the wet tip of his cock just grazed her hip. "What about Brett?"

"What about him?"

"Is he going to stay? Shouldn't we have some privacy for something like this?"

Trevor looked over her body at his son, "Sorry son, but my lady would like me to do this in private."

She heard Brett's disappointed reply from behind her, "Ah, come on you two. I'm the one that brought you together, and Jen, I'm the one that awakened the prospect of you taking it up the arse in the first place. If I can't be the one to do it, I'd love to be here to watch your very first time."

Jennifer looked up into Trevor's face, seeking his over-rule, but instead he pleaded his son's case. "What do you think, Jen, he makes a good point? I don't mind if you don't."

She was still reluctant, but at 6am, she didn't have the energy to debate it further, "Okay then."

"Thanks Jen," Brett's voice was truly enthusiastic. "Look, I've even brought the KY in for you."

Almost immediately, she felt a squirt of something wet splashing between the cheeks of her arse. The liquid ran freely along the crack, then a finger gently swept it up and smoothed it around the puckered ring of her anus. She hoped that it was Trevor's fingers, that Brett wasn't trying to become a part of this anal initiation.

The wet finger applied some gentle but insistent pressure at her tight sphincter … it gave way quite easily and she experienced that strange feeling similar to when the butt plug went in. The intruding finger probed all the way in to the first knuckle, painting her sensitive insides with the lubricating gel. Again she emitted a whimper under the sensual stroking of her tight anus, but she knew that the replacement for this lone finger was going to be far thicker, far longer and more aggressive in its forward passage.

The finger left her and she felt two hands gripping her hips and pulling her lower body upward into a kneeling position. She noted that one hand was wet where it touched her hip and she was pleased to consider that it must have been Trevor's finger that had invaded her arse.

"Should I be up on hands and knees?"

"Yes, it might help, but the main thing is to have you bent at the pelvis so your arse is stretched wide, open up that little brown eye of yours." It was Trevor delivering the advice. She raised her upper body as well and straightened her arms to hold herself up. From her raised position up above the bed, she looked down to her left to see Brett still laying on his back alongside her, watching their actions intently, his eyes flitting from her arse to her face and back to her arse where his dad was preparing his cock.

Jennifer knelt in this exposed position, anticipating some action to happen at her spread arse cheeks, but there was nothing. Trevor's hands had left her after raising her body up. "What's happening?" she asked, looking over to Brett to get a running commentary.

"Just be patient, honey, dad's just lathering up his cock with KY, that won't take long. His cock has got to be good and slippery." She turned her head right around to check on Trevor's progress and Brett caught her by surprise, his head moving quickly, scooting in under her raised body and his lips quickly latched on to her left nipple, suckling on it strongly.

"Oh, please don't!" she pleaded breathlessly, revealing her taut emotions in her trembling voice. "No, you mustn't do that!" She wanted to have this first anal experience only with Trevor, but Brett seemed intent on participating with them. Despite her pleas, Brett wouldn't stop suckling her nipple. To make matters worse, his lips and tongue felt good there. Then she felt Trevor's hands back on her bare arse and the hardness of his knob, very wet and slippery as he guided it up and down in the cleavage of her arse. "Oh, make him stop, Trevor! I only want you now!"

"Shush, I'm trying to concentrate," Trevor answered, dismissing her plea, the rounded hardness of his cock-head now stopping right at the pucker of her anus. He was applying just a bit of pressure against her sphincter.

Brett's lips and tongue expertly working her nipple distracted Jennifer from the firm pressure against her anus and she wondered if this was part of some fiendish plan between the two of them. Her emotions were mixed, the wet tongue and suckling lips on her breast felt fantastic, easing her trepidation when she felt the increasing pressure of Trevor's hard knob at her tiny opening. At such a life-changing moment in her sexual being, she really wanted it to be shared only with Trevor, but he didn't seem at all concerned that his son was passionately kissing her nipple.

Brett's tongue and lips seemed to intensify on her left nipple and then she felt fingers – she didn't know whose - rousing her right nipple just as Trevor pushed his hard cock-head even firmer at her anus. She felt her sphincter tense in resistance and she didn't want it to … but almost magically, she managed to relax her whole arse and the sphincter granted entry to the intruder.

"Ah, I can't believe it!" she mumbled as all of Trevor's cock-head spread her tiny anal ring wide open. Jennifer felt fully stuffed at her backside. "Oh God, it feels so big in there. Shit, how much more?"

Brett could not answer her, his mouth was full of her hanging breast. Trevor brought her up to scratch, "Easy honey, don't hyperventilate … that's only the head you've got. But that's the hardest bit, it's gonna be downhill from here. The shaft isn't as wide as the head."

"Oh, I didn't know it would hurt this much," she moaned.

"Do you want me to stop?" he offered thoughtfully. "I will if you can't take it."

It must have been the words he used – 'if you can't take it' – because Jennifer pushed the stark pain in her arse aside to tell both her old and new lovers, "I can take it … don't stop now!"

"That's the girl," Trevor praised her. She felt both his hands soft and gentle up on her back, stroking tenderly, trying to relax her whole body for his next massive thrust. As Jennifer appreciated the affection, she worked out that if both Trevor's hands were busy on her back, then the hand that had aroused her right nipple to a hard little bud must be Brett's, working in tandem with his mouth.

Even as she weighed up what she thought of that development, that hand on her breast traced its way down softly across her tummy, pausing at her clitoris that had emerged from its hiding place with all of the sexual activity happening in her body. This was too much to take from someone who professed to be no more than an interested observer. "Please don't do that, Brett," she begged. "Just leave us be, this is just for your dad and I."

"I'm just helping, Jen. I know you already. You won't be able to take it all up your arse unless your body's on a sexual high."

She mellowed her request, "I just wish you wouldn't touch me down there," and then she felt the effect of his fingers stirring her stiffening clit and her whole pelvis backed up, her arse pushing back at Trevor's stationary cock. He took immediate advantage of the move and, gripping Jennifer's hips tightly, he thrust his own hips forward, impaling some more of her anus on his hard-on. 

"Oohhh!" she screamed out, Trevor's cock now riding into her rectum. "Is that all of it?" Neither man replied immediately and Jennifer deduced the answer to her question. "It's not, is it? Oh my God, I can't believe this!"

"Not much more, you can do this," Trevor's voice attempted to reassure her.

"I hope so," she moaned. "When does it get to feel good?"

"Anytime soon, honey … just you hang in there," and he gripped her hips once more, signalling to Jennifer that another hard thrust was coming. She tensed for it, but he tricked her by holding back. Then when Trevor felt her body relax again, he pushed hard, his stiff cock driving into her, his short hairs rubbing flat against the smooth pale skin of her arse cheeks. "Good girl, now you've got it all!"

"Oh, thank God for that," expressively expelling the breath she was holding.

"Now it will start feeling good, honey," Trevor promised. Brett had not eased up with his devouring mouth on her nipple and his fingers diddling her clitoral bud. Given time to relax with Trevor's complete insertion inside her arse, Jennifer felt the pulsing building up behind her clitoris. "Ummm!" she muttered dreamily, ignoring who it was that was doing that to her and just giving up to the wondrous sensations deep in her body.

Trevor heard her breathing quickening and knew that his son's ministrations were having a big effect on his new woman. Not wanting her to come without her arse feeling better, he began to withdraw his cock all the way back until only the head clung to her anal sphincter. Then he pushed firmly, riding it back all the way in with one long thrust. It wasn't as painful this time for Jennifer and she was eager to tell him so.

"God, I still feel very full of you, but that was much better. I can take this."

Emboldened by her acceptance of his anal fucking, he withdrew again quickly, the same as before with only the head clinging to the grip of her sphincter. "Oh yes!" She was getting into it now. Jennifer's breathing was now coming in very short, sharp gasps as Brett drummed his fingers on her clit. "Oh yes … feeling good … neither of you stop … feeling very good … yes, very good … oh, I'm there!"

Her body spasmed, her clit throbbed and with her rectum's tight grip on Trevor's cock, he almost blew early. He struggled to contain himself as he felt her body's shakes and spasms vibrating all around his tightly gripped cock.

Jennifer's arms struggled to hold her body up and she collapsed onto Brett, her breast all but smothering him. Trevor's fucking movements within her arse slowed as he attempted to control his imminent release. Eventually, all motion stopped with his cock jammed hard inside her rectum.

She struggled to push her body up to free Brett from beneath her. "Oh God, I feel sensational … when it was hurting before, I never expected it could get to feel this good." She turned her head around to address her lover, "You didn't cum yet, did you?"

"No, I'm good," he reassured Jennifer, signalling that this pleasure train was going to continue. "Nearly lost it though, your arse was so fucking tight."

Trevor shot a glance across at his son and Jennifer, her head still turned around, spotted it. "What is it, what's up?"

"What do you think, Brett? I'd say she can take it."

"What is it, guys? You two are cooking something up."

"I'm afraid we are, Jen, but it will be your decision. Brett and I thought you might like to be in a sandwich?"

She looked blankly at each of them.

"Have you never heard of that … its also called double teaming?"

"I don't know if I would like it. The fact that you two are so hesitant about it makes me think there's more pain in it."

"No way," Brett at last spoke to her, his mouth had been so full of her breast for so long. "You can do this … there's no more pain. You will feel very filled up down there, but only more of what you're feeling now."

"What would I have to do?" she asked tentatively, "Not that I'm agreeing to anything yet."

Trevor took up the explanation. "You will stay right where you are, and I will too. It's nice and cosy for my cock inside your sweet arse. Brett will slide underneath you and you will just ease down over his cock, like you would if you were sitting on him."

"I don't know, sounds like I'd be very full, Brett's is a fair size." She craned her neck to look down along his body. "I guess you're up at full strength."

"You better believe it," Brett chipped in and she saw for herself when he reached down and flicked his erection.

"This double teaming thing, is this normal, or just something you two came up with?"

"Perfectly normal, heaps of hetero's do it," Trevor reassured her. "Come on, let's try it."

"I don't know," she expressed her hesitation, but Brett was already sliding under her, positioning his legs between hers as she still knelt on the bed. She felt him lift up and his long, thick hard-on brushed her sensitive clit that had just delivered such incredible pleasure to her. "Looks like you two have already decided for me."

"Good girl, Jennifer," said Trevor, his hands spreading her legs further apart so she could straddle his son, the move also lowering her body to the point where Brett's cock eagerly nudged just inside her dripping cunt.

"What is the purpose of this?" she asked even as she allowed the weight of her body to drop over Brett's cock, pushing his entire cock-head inside her hot cunt.

"The purpose is for us all to cum at the same time … and that should be a mind-shattering experience," responded Trevor.

She allowed her body to slip downward some more, having the effect of pushing at least half of Brett's large cock up into her cunt while Trevor's cock was unmoving, remaining lodged tightly up her arse. "I can't believe I'm trying all of this new stuff in the one night. This is truly amazing, I never would have believed that I could have both my vagina and my arse filled at the same time."

Jennifer was really getting into it now, wriggling her cunt around on Brett's hard cock, easing more of him into her … bit by bit until she figured that she about had it all. "I feel so full of penises … this is incredible!"

Now both men were moving, sandwiching Jennifer between their hot bodies. She was pushed one way, then the other, her abdomen so full she felt bloated. Brett too was impressed, "This is amazing, dad! The wall between Jen's cunt and arse must be so thin … I can actually feel your cock rubbing against mine from her arse, and it feels like we're actually touching."

Jennifer was surprised, "Is this your first time doing this, Brett?"

"Yes it is, and I'm loving it. I just never had the chance before. Dad did it once when he was young, didn't you?"

"That's right, my best mate at school and I found a willing girl and we gave it a go. I was in her cunt on that occasion and my mate was up her arse. I've done anal with my wife a lot singly, but this is my first time double-teaming when I'm in the arse."

So there are … unnhh … oh God, I think I'm gonna cum again … oh, there are firsts for all of us tonight then … aahhh, oh yes, do it guys, cum with me now."

Trevor would have no trouble, he had been on the verge of coming ever since Jennifer came the first time. Brett had a lot more control and he was, on the other hand, trying to bring it on quickly enough to cum with the other two.

Trevor came first by about 5 seconds, Jennifer felt his hot jism blasting into her rectum, his body sagging over her back as his cock spasmed inside her arse. Her own orgasm hit hard, the intense throbbing turning into spasms as she gasped and panted out her release. "So good, thank you guys, that was so good."

Brett was steadily driving up into her warm cunt and he came about 15 seconds after Jennifer, blasting his cum against her uterus. Brett was flattened to the bed by the two bodies above his. He didn't object, and the three of them lay locked in post-orgasmic bliss, enjoying the little after shocks in their bodies, all three so intimately joined that each felt the others.

It would be a good ten minutes before she felt Trevor withdrawing his now deflated cock from her arse, his body collapsing off to one side on the large bed. Jennifer could feel Trevor's cum beginning to leak from her arse, running onto the backs of her thighs … but she was so completely satisfied that she didn't care where and how much it dripped. Although weary from all the exertion, she lifted her body up high, managing to pull her cunt up and clear of Brett's donkey dick. She rolled off of Brett and cuddled up close to Trevor.

Brett spoke first, "Thanks, you guys, that was great. Dad and Jen, that's it from me, I hope you two get together permanently and have a great life. I will never try to have sex with Jen ever again, she's yours now dad, but you look after her."

In one way, Jennifer was relieved to hear Brett's declaration, but in another, she knew she would miss his hard, tight body and his very special lovemaking. Brett lifted up off the bed and left the room, leaving Trevor and Jennifer cuddled close together. After such a frantic first night together, they slept half the day away. When they did wake about one in the afternoon, they showered to refresh and then fucked all over again.

Trevor extended his stay in the city by an extra five days, just so that he could be with his new lover as long as possible. They both knew, however, that eventually he would have to go back to look after his farm. Of course, he asked Jennifer to come with him, but she had to admit that even though she loved him, she wasn't quite ready to give up her career in radio. She had some vacation time due within three months so they could both look forward to her visiting the farm for two weeks.