0 comments/ 58627 views/ 4 favorites The Older Woman By: Ledge166 For the first time in 10 years I was making an attempt to get fit. Not that I was horribly out of shape, just not fit - at 34 yrs of age and married I had drifted way from Rugby and squash, preferring to slip into the more comfortable golf and walking circuit. I entered the small gym with apprehension, imagining a gaggle of super fit, muscle-bound personages just waiting to chuckle at my wheezing efforts. But it was not so, a man in his forties was stretching gently in one corner - he was covered in sweat and I presumed he was warming down. That was it, just him and me. I broke into my own stretching routine, feeling tendons twanging with disgruntlement. I decided on a ten minute warm up on the treadmill and was just getting into my rhythm when I noticed the other man staring into what I had previously thought was space, I followed his gaze and there, in the opposite corner behind a complex 'multi-gym' was a woman. She was lying on her back on a bench, above her were the spread arms of a bench press machine. She was breathing hard with her head hanging back over the bench, her face hidden - her large breasts heaving against the stretched pink fabric of a leotard that looked too small for her flabby stomach and tits that hung over and to the side of her rib cage. I carried on jogging and my eyes were drawn down to the unsuspecting woman's crotch, even through her thigh length skin tight shorts, (which were worn under her lycra leotard), a huge damp patch had leaked through. The size of my hand at least, the stain had darkened the fabric and caused it to cling even more to her folds - a big fat pussy was in there and it was either immensely turned on or she had dribbled piss with the obvious effort that she had exerted. I managed a glance at the other guy and he caught my eye, I grinned conspiratorially and he returned it, sheepishly. Obviously embarrassed at being caught he hurriedly gathered his towel and bag before heading for the shower. The woman jumped at the sound of the door slamming, her tits and belly wobbled with the jump and she slowly sat up. I carried on jogging, my eyes fixed on space before nonchalantly glancing her way and flashing her a smile. She was older than I had thought - in her fifties perhaps - her dark brown, shoulder length hair was damp with sweat and hung round a chubby face. She was a very pretty woman and her pale green eyes gave a hint of her stunning youth. A full mouth, with extraordinarily puffy lips, was painted a bright red - contrasting to her swarthy skin. She returned my smile before closing her eyes and gently rotating her head through a series of stretches. As she did so, her magnificent tits rose and fell, as she was still sitting I watched them intently - huge things that sagged down to her ample belly then rose up as she stretched. So intent was my lust at this point that I did not notice that her eyes were now open until I realised that she had stopped stretching. I caught her eye and she gave a puzzled frown before leaning forward, flat to the bench - her breasts pressed flat between her knees on the narrow bench. I heard her inhale sharply and, as I watched her wide back, she tensed briefly - I guessed that she had smelt her secretions (whatever they were) between her fattish thighs. I slowed on the treadmill and then gave her the opportunity to get herself straight as I fiddled with the controls of an exercise bike - my back to her as I struggled to hide my own embarrassment - a stubborn erection that would not go away! The program set, I mounted the bike and began pedaling, she was sat directly opposite me; knees spread wide as she straddled another bench while reaching up and behind her for the bars of the 'military press' machine. She pulled down behind her neck - the strain showing in her face and neck. Again her eyes closed, my gaze returned to her crotch. Outlined clearly now was her pussy - as puffy and fat as I could imagine and increasingly wet. With another grunt she pulled down on the bar and the dark patch of moisture grew visibly. I was only 2 yards away from her and a whiff of her cut through the stale sweat of the gym. I could not identify the smell - piss or juice? I didn't care as I increased the speed and felt the head of my dick rubbing faster against the loose folds of my, thankfully, baggy shorts. I thought that I would come from the friction, sight and smell but, as I was beginning to work up to top speed, she abruptly stopped, snapped her eyes open and stared right at me. I let out an involuntary "Oh!" and barely stopped short of coming there and then. She smiled again, stood up, stretched and then headed for the showers. I completed my hour long workout, showered and headed up to the bar - fitness program or not, I was going to have a beer. As I sat sipping and reading the newspaper, a movement caught my eye. A matronly woman in a dull, tweedy suit of skirt and jacket topping a plain white blouse walked behind the bar and spoke to the bar maid briefly before scanning the room and catching my eye. It was 'my' woman! She poured herself a glass of wine and came round the bar to join me. Small talk ensued, she asked about me and I returned the chat while fidgeting in my seat to relieve the pressure. Here was a woman, old enough to be my mother, and I was sporting a raging hard on. I learned that she was a 53 year old widow who had spent the 3 years since her husband's death trying to unravel his business affairs - one of which was this gym - a secret place where he came to shag a succession of secretaries and whores. She had found out about it 2 months ago and had settled nearby with the aim of running the health club while getting into shape. "You're already in great shape." I managed lamely. She laughed and touched my hand briefly before stretching her shoulders back and pointing out that, "I could do with losing a few pounds and toning up the rest a little don't you think?" This was a new turn, she was inviting me to comment on her body and I had to tread carefully, I could be thrown out if I said what I really thought. "Whatever makes you comfortable I suppose," I tentatively suggested, "But?" she enquired. "But, well I managed to sneak a look or two and I had difficulty concentrating, I would hate to see you wasting away." She laughed out loud, "No chance of that, come on let's have some lunch - I'm Cheryl." I followed her Range Rover a couple of miles out of town before turning up a long drive to an old, secluded farmhouse. She ushered me into a kitchen which was like something from a museum - all oak blocks and ironmongery. "What would you like to eat?" Cheryl asked as she took off her ugly jacket and tied on a functional apron. Time to bite the bullet, "At risk of being corny, I want to eat you." Her eyes flashed up to mine - the green iris seeming to glint - "I'm old enough to be" but she faltered. "You saw me in skin tight and you saw me leaking. And you still want to eat me?" She sounded genuinely surprised but was so 'upfront' that I replied equally. "Because I saw you in skin tight, I want to eat you. Because I saw you leaking, I want to drink you as well." I stepped forward and put my arms around her width before gently kissing her lips, then licking them with as faint a touch as possible. She stood motionless with eyes closed and arms hanging limp. I forced my tongue into her mouth and she came alive. Greedily sucking my tongue and chewing my lips, her hands squeezed me with surprising power, one hand on my arse the other behind my head. I ran my hands all over her back - taking time to stroke, caress and squeeze the magnificent arse that was so tightly enclosed in rough tweed. She was groaning and her huge tits were pressed against me - I had to bend my knees a little to kiss her and as I did so my right hand fumbled for the zip to her skirt. It was on the side and the encased flesh was pressing against her waist band. With a pop, her button came undone and I yanked the zip down. Her belly still held the skirt up but I worked my hand in to feel her arse cheeks. Clad in soft cotton, her arse was truly magnificent - big, firm and built to be squeezed. She whimpered on my shoulder and started to nuzzle my neck. I untucked her blouse and undid a couple of buttons. Starting at the waistband of her knickers I worked my hand up over the expanse of belly before hitting paydirt - tits encased in a bra that was a miracle of engineering - all wire, straps and heavy duty cloth. My cock needed to be freed. "Cheryl, let's go and get comfy love, I need to spend time over this." She grabbed my cock through my trousers, "Likewise." and she lead me upstairs to a bedroom that was plain, but for a kingsize bed and dressing table with mirror at its foot. Quickly I undressed before turning my attentions to Cheryl who was laying on the bed with a hand down the front of her already unbuttoned skirt, sawing back and forth at her pussy. She lifted her hips as I pulled the skirt free -her belly was big, her thighs were fat and her sopping wet knickers were unflattering in their cut, big and plain cotton. On anyone else they would have looked most unsexy. But on Cheryl they were perfect, I told her so and dropped to sniff the wet patch, gently nuzzling. She made to pull me closer but I broke free and helped her out of her blouse - the aforementioned bra was indeed a 'passion killer' and I counted 6 clasps at the back as I undid them. Freed at last, her superb tits flopped either side of her as she laid on her back - dressed only in her knickers which were cutting into her lower belly. Her nipples were black on her olive skin, over 3 inches across with the nubs as big as my thumb and sticking straight out. Immediately I dropped to them and gently sucked. "Harder," she gasped "bite me, please, chew me." I complied and dropped my left hand to her twat and rubbed through her knickers. They were drenched and I could feel her lips slopping back and forth, they felt huge. As I rubbed, she went into spasm, clenching my hair with one hand and her ignored left breast with the other. I continued to rub as she came and fluid gushed out of her, soaking my hand. Her smell filled the room as she lay back gasping, recovering. Tickling her belly softly, I followed down with my mouth, licking nipping and sucking the fat. Her stretchmarks seemed to glow white against the darkish skin, and as I got down to her pussy the sweet smell became overpowering -it was indeed a mixture of piss and come - far from turning me off, I couldn't wait to lap it up. I wrenched her knickers down causing her to grunt, the sight which met my eyes almost finished me. The biggest gaping pussy I ever saw was just 2 inches in front of my face. The slit was some 4 inches long and the outer lips were as fat as liver, and protruded some 2 inches. Her pussy lips were almost black, her insides, bright pink - suggesting to me that this woman had some afro-Caribbean in her make up. Topping and surrounding this monumental gash was a forest of dark hair - creeping up her cellulite covered thigh with my tongue towards the most beautiful prize imaginable, I stroked softly over her pubic hair. I gently covered her mound with my hand before teasing her forest between my fingers, pulling it slightly until the root pulled against the gargantuan mound of flesh that was her mons. Halfway up to her deeply hidden belly button crept her pubes and then down her thighs, way below her knicker line. Pushing her legs wider I went to work with my tongue; I parted her thick curls and gently lapped up the length of her sloppy right lip. The taste of her was out of this world, she shuddered and I could see, in her depths, the muscle contraction as further mingled juices spurted all over my face - I would have gladly die of this and I said as much. Cheryl gasped in reply; "My husband would never suck me, he said it was disgusting the way that I pissed when I came." Fucking idiot didn't know what he was missing. I lapped and pulled her apart even further with my fingers, she was clawing at my head and pinching her nipples so hard that her tits were pulled up, obscuring her face at times. At the top of this feast lay her, surprisingly small, clitoris - maybe it was an optical illusion caused by the size of her twat, but she went mad when I took it, hood and all, between my teeth. Screams of joy mingled with obscenities were thrown out, wracked by grunts as she squirted more 'mother's milk' into my waiting mouth. Again I let her subside, laying quietly beside her, I covered her tits with her own juice, softly touching as I went. Her twat so huge that I knew my five and a half incher (don't forget the half please...) would barely touch the sides but an alternative presented itself as she roused up. She maneuvered her bulk around the big bed and squatted over me in a 69, drops of her come/piss glistened in her long pubes, some dripping onto my face - they were much colder than before... Bending down along me, she engulfed my cock in her power suction mouth - no teasing, no play, just straight down to the root with her tongue flicking like a cobra all the way down. It felt delicious and I strained up to lick her again. Her twat was so engorged with blood, so immensely aroused and wet that it looked like a wound with puffy flaps splayed outwards, displaying her insides in all their glory. As she licked around my tightly stretched foreskin she wanked me roughly before sucking me straight down again. She established a rhythm and rested down on her elbows, thus spreading her legs further. Her massive tits and big belly pressed against the entire length of my body, Pausing in my licking, I looked at the forested crevice of her arse, coated my finger with pussy juice and burrowed through to her arsehole. She froze and released my cock from her mouth saying "No. No not there, I've" she faltered, I've never done that, my husband was, well, too big." I stopped and looked down at her face - craned round to look at me - "Have you only ever had sex with your husband?" "Yes." She looked away and continued with her sucking, but half heartedly. I managed to wriggle from under her and we laid on our sides, looking at each other. I said nothing, but started kissing her madly, tweaking her nipples with hard pinches - she loved it. She pulled me on top of her, grabbing me by the cock and feeding it into her cavernous twat. It felt great - although so loose, the folds and flaps were so long that I was engulfed in a hot, slippery glove. A couple of minutes and I managed to flip her over onto her front, Cheryl got the message and adopted the position. I buried into her, gripping her by the beautiful arse that was upturned. I could just about reach round to her tits and clit, rested across her back and rubbed her towards oblivion. Back onto my knees I carried on ramming while lubricating my right hand with her gushing juices. As the first signs of approaching orgasm showed themselves - hunching over, arching back - I teased her puckered, brown hole with my little finger. She grunted but showed no sign of resentment! I forced the first knuckle in and marveled at the heat from her. Cheryl reached forward to her dressing table, I saw what she was after and reached for it. Massage oil. Bingo! Coating my knob liberally and squirting some oil up inside her arse, I inserted my thumb and wiggled it around a bit, she moaned with a mixture of pleasure and, I believe, a little pain. I spread her cheeks as wide as they would go and pressed my dick against her shit hole. I didn't think it was going in, the resistance was immense, but then I slid in past what felt like a barrier and two inches were in. Cheryl screamed then purred like a cat. "Fuck me up there, please - push it in, gently." Every little push resulted in a ripple of pleasure through Cheryl's fantastic body, until I was buried as far as I could go. The furnace that was Cheryl's arse, gripped me as I slowly pulled out before pushing firmly back in. It became easier and we worked to a beautiful timing getting rougher until I was slapping into her brown hole. I was too far gone to know what Cheryl was doing, and I didn't care. I screamed "I'm coming!" as loud as I could and erupted wads of semen into her arse before collapsing across her broad back, completely spent. I came round about half an hour later, aware that there was something dripping on my face. I opened my eyes and there, just above my nose, was Cheryl's glorious twat. My come was running out of her arse hole and mixing with the controlled dribble of piss across my face. Grinning, I said "Let it go gorgeous, all over me." A torrent of piss, scalding hot, cascaded over my face and I nearly choked as I lay there laughing. Having wiped herself on my nose and tongue, she lay beside me, I had to ask the question - "If you haven't had sex with any man but your husband, who massages you with oil?" "Oh," she almost blushed, "that would be my girlfriend." I lay looking at her with clear amazement, I kissed her. This was going to be great fun! The Older Woman I rolled over and checked the time on my phone. 4 A.M. Great. I was lying on the floor of my friend Tammie's bedroom. We'd just got back from dinner with a group of friends for her 18th birthday, and she told me I could crash at hers. I couldn't sleep. I stood up, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My dark hair was rumpled with tossing and turning. I was wearing a baggy pair of pyjama bottoms, and a tight-fitting vest top, so low cut you could see the top of my seep purple silk bra. I took a book off the shelf at random: it was a phto album. I thumbed through it, pausing every now and then. After a few minutes flicking through, I came to a photograph that made me gasp. I didn't know who the woman was, but she was stunning. She had long, bleach blonde hair and blue eyes. The photo was taken on a beach, and she was wearing a skimpy black bikini that showed off her perfect figure... her long, toned legs... her perfect, large breasts. I felt myself begin to moisten. I slide the photo out of the album, and returned to the floor, clutching it. I pinched my clitoris between my finger and thumb, stroking it. A shot of pleasure went through my body and my pussy began to produce more moisture. I began to slide my fingers into the hole, unable to contain a gasp of pleasure, that came out louder then I thought. The door swung open, and in the doorway was the woman in the picture. Even in an old pair of shorts and an old, grey, but never-the-less tight t-shirt, she was unbelievably sexy. She looked at me, who, in my shock, had not taken my fingers out of my vagina. "Couldn't sleep?" she breathed, her voice sending tingles down my spine. "Me either. I'm Tammie's Mom, by the way." "Oh, hi Mrs. Gerard," I mumbled, coming out of my daze and quickly withdrawing my hand from in my pyjamas. "Call me Lacey," she waved her hand at me. "I haven't been Mrs. Gerard for five years. Come down to the kitchen, we'll have a coffee." I followed Lacey down to the kitchen, stunned. "Do you take sugar?" She asked. I nodded. "One." As she stretched up to reach the sugar, I couldn't help noticing how the T-shirt strained against her impressive cleavage, and the long, smooth muscle definition of her legs. She made the coffee and handed it to me. "So." she sat on the counter, crossing those magnificent legs. "I don't think I've met you before? What's your name?" "I'm Sophie Baxter." "Sophie," she tested my name out. I had a sudden, vivid image of her screaming it while I licked her pussy. I shook my head. She's your friends mom! And straight! The image was only intensified though, when I glanced down and caught sight of her nipples, standing to attention. I looked up, to find he blue eyes gazing avidly at me. I knew she'd caught me looking. "Thanks for the coffee, Lacey. I'm pretty tired now." I turned around to run back upstairs. "Have you ever been with a woman, Sophie?" Lacey asked me. I turned back around to face her, to find she was not sat on the counter, but stood a few feet away from me. "Urm...no." I said. The truth was, I'd always lusted after girls, but never acted on it. "I have" she said calmly, drawing closer to me. "That's why my marriage ended, you know". She was really close now. Her hand went up to the side of my face, and I could barely believe my luck when her arm slid around my waist. She pressed her body against me, backing me into the fridge. "There's a first time for everything." she purred seductively. And then she was kissing me, One hand in my hair, the other circling my hip. My momentary shock soon subsided. As the kiss got deeper, more intense, her tongue down my throat and her body pushed so far into mine I could feel her pussy on my thigh, my hands wondered round to her ass and soon I was squeezing it over her shorts, marvelling at the firmness of each cheek. Her hand found my right breast, and soon she was cupping and squeezing it, grinding against me, as her other hand travelled down, stroking my pussy through my pants. Suddenly, she pulled away, grinning. "Don't stop!" I begged. "You want more?" She breathed. I nodded, and her grin grew even bigger. She pulled my top over my hand, and skilfully undid my bra and removed it. "Mmmm," she looked at my body, bare but for my pyjama bottoms in appreciation, before taking me in her arms again, but this time she ducked her head and her tongue found my hard nipple. She flicked in backwards and forwards expertly, and I threw my head back in pleasure. soon, my nipple was in her mouth, and she was kissing and sucking me. I wasn't sure how much harder it would go, or how much wetter my pussy could be, but I knew Lacey was about to show me. She was a lot taller then me, and I'm petite anyway. Without even looking up, she used her hands to guide me over to the counter and helped me hop up. She kissed down my stomach, down to my cunt, by now soaking wet. I squirmed impatiently, waiting for her to touch my pussy, but she stood up again. "My turn." She smirked. She knew the effect on me, how she drove me wild, and was using it to tease me. I hopped down off the counter, grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall, before ripping her t-shirt off. I couldn't get her nipple in my mouth fast enough. I explored it with my tongue, licking it until it was erect in my mouth. I heard her groan in pleasure, felt her hand on the back of my head. She pulled me up roughly. "Touch my pussy," she growled into my ear, before placing her mouth on mine again. Every pore in my body felt as though it was on fire as I slid my hand into her shorts. My fingers found her clit through her thong and stroked it for a few minutes, until she tore her lips from mine. Lacey panted wildly as I kissed her neck. She pulled her shorts off, dislodging my fingers : now she was wearing nothing but a thong. She pulled me closer, rubbing her body against mine. I moved my hand, but she grabbed it and placed it by her pussy again. I obediently massaged it through the thin material, and she grinded into my hand. I slid my hand into her thong and plunged a finger into her clit. She was writhing in ecstasy, arms spread wide across the wall, pushing her chest into me. for a few minutes, my fingers went fast and hard into her, until she grabbed my hand, lifted it up to her face, and seductively licked her own juices off the finger that had just been inside her. She turned around, her cheek against the wall. "Again" she said, hoarsely. I moulded my body against her back, her perfect ass pressing against my vagina and, kissing her shoulders, fingered her again, this time with three fingers. "Harder" she whispered, her hand grabbing her own breast. Her other hand was on top of mine, forcing me to go faster and harder into her. I began to grind my pussy into her ass. I felt her cum, it trickled down my wrist. She moaned loudly, turning back around her face me, withdrawing my hand from her thong. "Let's move this into the living room." Once there, she lay me down onto the couch, lowering herself on top of me, kissing me wildly. It felt so good, having her warm body on top of mine. I could feel the wet patch of her thong pressing into my thigh, her bare breasts on my chest. She moved up onto all first, kissing down my stomach, her hand finding my pyjama bottoms and at long last removing them. I was not wearing anything underneath. Her eyes found my pussy and she looked hungrily at it. She stroked my stomach and kissed and licked my thighs, teasing me again, her tongue drawing line around my vagina, not actually touching it. She drew back and stroked it with one finger, watching carefully. Finally, she licked my whole vagina in one clean, slow swoop. Her smooth tongue send pleasure signals to every synapse.She repeated the action again. On the third time, she stopped at my clit and began licking it, it was throbbing with lust. Her tongue strokes grew faster, and I could feel an orgasm brewing inside me. I began to write on the sofa in pleasure, biting my lip to keep me from screaming. She drew back, lubricated her fingers with spit, and began rubbing my pussy. I breathed heavily, trying so hard not to shout out. Soon, her fingers were inside me, slowly exploring the inside of my vagina. her other hand was spreading apart my lips, rubbing my clit until I could not surpress the moan. With each thrust of her fingers inside me, I raised and dropped my hips. She was going faster and faster. I could feel her getting deeper, sliding another finger in, then another. She had four in now. She had abandoned her rubbing my clit, so I resumed it, circling it as fast as I could. Just as I was on the brink of an orgasm, she stopped, moving back up to kiss me again. I had never been wetter in my life. "Me again" she said in my ear. She moved off of me and sat at the end of the sofa. I stood up and pulled her thong eagerly off her. She spread her legs wide, giving me a full view of her tight, sweet pussy.I crouched down, her leg over my shoulder and began rubbing it, watching her face to see the look of pleasure. She did not disappoint. "Lick me" she squealed. I moved my head in and took her clit in my mouth, sucking it. I then moved my tongue round her vagina in circles. I used my hands to spread her further apart, then bagan flicking my tongue. She grabbed my hair and I felt her hips rise. and I licked her bald cunt. I felt her get wetter, and moved back to slide my fingers in again, lubricated with her juices. I continued to lick her clitoris as my fingers were inside her. Suddenly, she drew her legs higher, her ass in my face, and it was clear what she wanted. As I licked round her vagina, I saw her fingers pick up were I left off on her clitoris. "Put it in!" She moaned, and soon my tongue was thrusting in and out. She did not seem worried about Tammie waking up, as she was now screaming in delight. I took my tongue out and put my finger up there. Her head was thrown back and her whole body tense with pleasure. She visibly relaxed as cum spurted out of her. I rubbed it in. "Come here." She grabbed me and kissed me. "Time for bed." I put my clothes back on. To my horror, when I got back upstairs, and opened Tammie's bedroom door, she was stood there in her dressing gown. "You! and my mother!" She looked furious. "I'm sorry Tammie..." I began. She held up a hand and I was silenced. Imagine my surprise when Tammie removed her dressing gown, revealing a naked body every bit as sexy as her mom's. "My turn," she grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed on top of her. The Older Woman in My Life I was fifteen when Mrs. Smith asked my mom if I could mow her lawn. I was sixteen when Mrs. Smith became Ms. Smith, and I remember when my mom had commented on how Ms. Smith was gonna be all alone in that house of hers. I was seventeen when Ms. Smith began showing an outwardly affection towards me, which I must confess I didn't really catch upon. Women in general making me nervous and sex being a complete mystery, the physical aspects more so, all the visual aspects being learned in the school Sex-Ed class and from watching my friends fathers porn movies at his house where we would masturbate. Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay or anything, and I sure wasn't turned on by watching my friend blow his wad all over his stomach (I used a kleenex to catch my wad). It was just something to do, and he never made any passes at me if indeed he was gay. Ms. Smith waited until I was eighteen before she solicited sex from me, that way if my mom or anyone found out about our intimacies together they could do nothing as I was now a consenting adult. She had been thirty-nine when I started mowing her lawn, and she was forty-three when we began fucking. I was mowing her lawn that day. I had just finished the few strips of grass in the front and was working my way into the backyard. Ms. Smith was sunning on the deck in a swimsuit, a towel lay beneath her and she had a book open and was reading it when I came into the back pushing the mower before me. I cut the grass like a good little boy, everytime passing the deck I would steal glances up at her almost nude body, her partly spread legs and catching the cleft between those pleasantly plump thighs, and her deliciously plump ass beneath the swimsuit bottom. Her top was undone and I could just glimpse the sides of her swollen breasts. I admit I was attracted to Ms. Smith, actually I was so horny I was attracted to any woman who showed any skin to my eyes; a teacher at school whose lifted her legs to cross them and me catching her stocking riding up her thigh to the naughty garters, my moms friend Delores who wore those tanktops that showed her over-abundance of cleavage, even my mom walking around the house in her underwear and bra as she got ready for work, I had them all with my hand, and many, many more. I had finished mowing and had placed the lawn mower back into the shed and was walking past the deck to say goodbye to Ms. Smith - and to catch a glimpse of the cleft between her legs and hurry home to pull my dick thinking about taking her pussy on the deck. "Goodbye Ms. Smith," I said cordially. Having seen that beautiful cleft and even a few curly pubes springing out from beneath the swimsuit bottom, I was ready with my fantasy when I got home. "Say Don, you wouldn't mind doing an old gal a favor, would you?" She asked. "No problem," I said jovially, stopping to look at her between the posts of the railing. "What is it?" "You wanna go in the house and refill my glass of iced tea then come out and rub some lotion on me?" She said looking up at me from her book. "Sure, no problem," I turned and mounted the steps, and crossed the deck to her and picked up the empty glass, then headed for the sliding doors. When I had passed her head I looked back at her full figured body, her swimsuit bottom was being eaten up by her lovly ass. I thought to myself, 'I would pull that wedge out of her ass with my tongue'. As I neared the door she called back to me, "The iced tea is in the green pitcher." "Okay," I replied, checking out the swell of her breasts as they pushed out from beneath her. "Grab yourself ... a glass too, okay," she said. "Okay," I replied taking my eyes off of her so I didn't run into the sliding door. I was inside and the airconditioning hit me like a bullet, it cooled me off right quick, in more ways than one. The kitchen opened out onto the deck, so I went directly to the fridge and pulled out the green pitcher and set it on the counter as I went to the cupboard for a glass for myself. I had been mowing her lawn for four years and during that time I was invited in many times for lemonade or iced tea and even for brownies or cookies, so I knew pretty much where most of the things were located. As I poured myself a glass and refilled hers my eyes caught a magazine lying on the counter. I pulled it over to see what it was and the shock made me spill some of the iced tea. It was a porno mag, a female porno mag, the kind with cocks. I of course knew of such things - I had several porno mags featuring the female parts mixed in my box of other magazines - but I had never seen one up close before. The cock the guy was sporting was huge, and he had it pointed down toward a young womans open and waiting mouth. The picture made my cock give a lurch and I was hard again and thinking of Ms. Smith. She must have forgotten this was laying on the counter when she asked me to come inside (yeah right!). I grabbed a paper towel and cleaned up my mess, put the iced tea and magazine back, and headed back out with the two drinks. I almost dropped both drinks. Ms. Smith had turned over onto her back, her swimsuit top was lying next her and her book was closed and bookmarked next to the top. Her bush curled out from beneath her swimsuit bottom. Her legs were slightly parted and I could see her hungry pussy had been at the swimsuit. I stood their in virgin terror, not knowing what to do. But Ms. Smith eased all those fears away by directing me, and seducing me. "Set the glasses down before you drop them," she said, and I did. "Now come over here and rub lotion on me," she said, and I did. I knelt beside her full figure and she gestured to the lotion beside her book. While reaching for the lotion I noticed that the book was one of those erotic paperbacks, the title of which was 'The Young Man And Miss Jones'. I got the bottle and kneeled next to her side by her hips. "Start at the top and work your way down," she directed. I squirted a healthy amount on her tits, set the bottle down, and nervously began rubbing the lotion into them. The full mounds beneath my fingers felt wonderful as I kneaded them, slick with the lotion. Her nipples became hard and jutted out from her breasts a full inch. I rubbed them with my palms, and she sighed with pleasure. I twisted them between my fingers and tugged on them, and she moaned. These were the first breasts I had touched, and I treated them like gold. I leaned down and sucked a nipple in my mouth. The lotion was bitter on my tongue, but it was worth hearing her gasp and moan and writhe beneath me. "Now my belly," she directed. I picked up the bottle of lotion and squirted another healthy amount on her belly, and a thought flashed through my mind, "What if it was my wad that I was squirting all over her belly and breasts?" and my cock gave a lurch. Ms. Smith must have noticed because then she told me to take off my clothes. I began by taking off my shirt. I glanced down to see that she was slowly rubbing the lotion on her belly. I swallowed hard. next came my shoes and socks, then my shorts and underwear. I tossed all of them in a neat little pile, then got back on my knees next to her and replaced her hand with mine. I rubbed the lotion all over, up and down her love handles, up to and beneath her breasts, over her ribs, and over her belly button. After a few moments she stopped me. "Now my legs, dear," she directed. "Squirt the lotion on your hands first, please." I squirted the lotion into my hands. "Start at my feet and work your way up," she directed, and I did. I began rubbing the lotion into her feet, and after applying more to my hands went to work on her calves. Applying more lotion I went to work on those luscious thighs, which she parted ever so sweetly for my working hands. I rubbed the outside thoroughly before venturing into the unknown between. She spread her thick legs even farther apart for me and I began working my way up to that cleft where the hair peeked out from beneath the swimsuit bottom. Shortly I reached the spot where her swollen pussy lips met her thick thighs, and as my fingertips massaged the lotion into her upper thigh, the backs of my hand and fingers rubbed her hairy pussy through the fabric of her swimsuit bottom. Her moans were deep and throaty. After a few moments of this she reached down with both of her hands, one pulled aside the swimsuit bottom with one of her pussy lips, and the other hand pulled apart the other pussy lip, exposing herself to me. "I want your fingers in here," she commanded, and I obeyed. I slipped one lotion slick finger into her pussy. God! It slid in effortlessly, she was so wet and slippery. I began pumping the finger in and out of her hairy pussy. She began rocking her hips in rhythm to my thrusting finger. "Put another finger in, but turn your hand around so your fingers are curvnig upwards inside me," she commanded, and I obeyed. I pushed the two fingers inside, and as they curved up her walls she moaned with pleasure. I was pumping them in and out before she stopped me again. "Push your fingers all the way in," she said, and I did. "Feel that hardness inside?" She asked. "Yes," I choked out. Here I was eighteen and fingering this hot old woman for the first time in my life. My cock was hard and sticking up from my groin like a flag. "That's my g-spot, keep rubbing there and I'll cum in no time," she said, her voice full of anxious lust. So I began rubbing the spot inside her and she began gyrating her hips. She let one hand go from her spread pussy and snaked it into my lap where she found my cock. I gave a little jump when she wrapped her old fingers around it, but when she started strocking me it felt like heaven, and as she pleased me, I pleased her. Shortly she was bucking her hips and gasping for breath. I knew this from watching porn that she was going through the throws of an orgasm. I stopped pumping my fingers, and she practically screamed at me to keep going, so I did. Soon she had stopped thrashing about, and she told me to remove my fingers, and likewise she removed her own hand from my cock, and instantly I missed feeling her strocking me. "Come inside before we both get heatstroke," she said. "Oh, grab your clothes," she said as she grabbed her own things. I did and we were inside and the airconditioning was beautiful. "Be a dear and go grab the iced tea glasses outside," she said, and I did. When I came back in I set the glasses on the counter and she called me into the living room. She was kneeling on the floor, her head resting comfortably on the couch. I walked over to her, my hard cock bouncing with each step. "Take off the rest of my suit," she commanded and I obeyed. It slid over her plump ass with a little difficulty but I managed to yank it down around her thighs where she lifted a leg in turn as I pulled it off of her completely. I stared at her open pussy, some white stuff was dripping out. I asked her what it was and after dipping two fingers into her pussy and pulling them back to her face for inspection she said it was her cum, and then she promptly ordered me to eat her out. I crawled behind her, and bending my head to her exposed pussy, stuck my tongue out and began licking up and down her wet slit. She moaned with pleasure and relaxed herself even more and her ass and thighs seemed to part even further, opening all of her to me. My mind was churning with all of this beauty, and I began licking again with great fervor. She gasped and moaned as I licked all over her pussy. "Rub my clit," she panted out between breaths. I snaked my hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy all over, not really knowing where her clit was. She brought her hand back and directed me to the jutting nub of sensitivity and I began rubbing and licking her pussy again with wild abandon. "Give me two fingers," she panted between breaths again, I reluctantly removed my face from her pussy (God! It had tasted so wonderful!) and pushed two of my fingers inside of her. I had remembered what she told me earlier about her g-spot, and I rubbed it now. She cried out the lords name as she bucked her hips madly in another orgasm. More of her cum leaked out of her, and I leaned forward and began licking it up. God, it tasted so good! "No, I want you to fuck me now," she said with labored breath. I pulled my face away again reluctantly (I easily figured out that I love the taste of pussy and could eat it forever), I guided my cock to her hole. I missed the first time and my dick slipped down towards her clit, she brought both hands behind her and pulled her pussy lips apart exposing her dripping hole for me, and making it an easy target. I guided it towards the gaping opening and pushed easily in (I quickly figured out I loved the feel of pussy wrapped around my cock as well). She moaned as my length filled her. I pushed in to the hilt and pulled back, so sensitive, so slowly. After a few more of these slow thrusts she commanded me to fuck her faster, and I did. I slid in and out so wet, so smooth. She hugged my cock as I pulled out drawing me back in. I grabbed her love handles and began pumping her for all I was worth. I saw her hands claw at the couch. I would later find out that Ms. Smith, or Dorthy, loved getting fucked fast and hard. The pace was too much for me, and my orgasm hit me and I flooded her pussy. I began slowing down from the sensitivity, but Ms. Smith would have none of it, she commanded I keep going. I've never had a multiple orgasm before, everytime I would beat off I was a 'one-shot', there was no purpose for me to keep playing with myself. I had done what I set out to do and I was satisfied. Of course I had no idea of women and their multiple orgasms, even after what I'd expierenced that day. So reluctantly I began pumping away. The sensitivity was driving my mind wild, I was crying out, 'Oh God', repeatedly. I could tell she loved what she was doing to me, for she clamped her pussy muscles even tighter, drawing me in tighter than before. Shortly her own orgasm was upon her and she began bucking her hips again, I had lost the sensitivity and was thrusting into her madly, our skin was slapping loudly together. She screamed outloud with the orgasm, and I continued to pump away at her delicious pussy. She cried out again as another orgasm hit her, and yet another. She abruptly got up quite shakily, and I slipped out of her, my cum and her cum dripping and running from her gaping pussy like a leaking faucet. She comanded me to quickly lay down, and I did. She then stradled my face with her legs and pushed her dripping and leaking pussy towards my mouth. Reluctantly I began to lick at her. She in turn took my hard cock in her mouth and began sucking me hard and deep into her throat. I had never tasted my own cum, never really had a desire to, I likened it to being gay. But here I was licking my cum out of this old womans pussy, it was mixed with her juices and I found that I loved the sweet taste and began eating her like there was no tomorrow. I snaked a hand beneath her and found her clit and began rubbing the sensitive little bud. She moaned around my cock. Her juices and mine were literally pouring into my open mouth, and I drank it down like ambrosia. I came one final time in her mouth, and she swallowed my whole load, as it wasn't nearly as large as my first. Finally she came for the last time that day, and when I finally got out from between her legs my face was soaked with her juices. "Thank you, Ms. Smith," I said politely as any good little boy should. "No, thank you. And call me Dorthy," she corrected. "Thank you, Dorthy," I corrected myself. That was the beautiful beginning to long relationship. The Older Woman Next Door This story begins when I was a Senior in school. I was your typical 18 year old . I loved to go to parties and like every kid my age, I tried to get laid. I never was successful, so I had to resort to looking at dirty pictures in a magazine and jacking off. Life was unfair, but when our new neighbor's moved in, my life was about to change. The family consisted of Mom and Dad and one little guy of 3. Mom's name was Barbra and as I learned later, she was 41. Her hair was long and blonde. She was 5'9" and to a kid my age her body was flawless. She made a sweater stick out with her breasts and her legs were long and shapely. The kind of legs you could imagine wrapped around you, as you pounded your cock into her hot pussy. I now had a real live sexy woman to dream of as I jacked off. Barbra and I became friends and she got to a point where she trusted me to look after her son Luke, when they went out. I took my sitting serious and took good care of him. Barbra could tell and one time when she paid and thanked me, she kissed me on the lip's. That kiss set hormones into action. The result, a hard cock that needed relief. When I got home, I went straight to my room and as I ran my tongue over my lip's to taste her lipstick, I fucked my cock with my hand and exploded my cum all over me. I never experienced a cumming like that before. She had sure excited me. If you can remember how it was to be young, you know that if something this exciting happened to you, you would quickly share it with your closest friends. For what ever reason, I didn't. If anything was going to happen between Mrs. Marx and me, it was going to stay that way. I soon found myself spending more time around Barbra, offering to sit for Luke whenever she needed me to. Her husband worked swing shift at a nearby mine and was lazy when it came to yard work and home repair. I offered my services for both, just to see her more often. She in turn was getting more accustomed to seeing me around and would at times let her guard down. I got to see some more of her hot body during this time, which required me to jack off more often. Life was getting better and better all the time. As I was sitting for Luke one night, I needed to use the bathroom. Instead of going upstairs, I used the one off of Barbra's bedroom. While I was in there, I don't know what made me look in the hamper, but was I happy I did. I believe this is when my love affair with women's lingerie got started. It lives to this day. I found panties, nylons, garters and a sexy sheer nightie. I could only imagine how sexy Mrs. Marx looked as she wore these sexy items. I took a pair of her panties and held them to my face. They were still damp and the scent was very stimulating to me. I tasted the dampness and right there I knew I needed to jack off. I wrapped a nylon stocking around my cock and started to jack off. I licked and sniffed her panty and soon I deposited a load of cum into her nylon's. Oh... what a feeling! I decided to take a pair of panties and nylon's home to use, never thinking she might miss them. When they got home, Barbra's husband went right to bed, having drank to much. She in turn had only a little, but enough to loosen her up. As I got up to leave, she said, "stay awhile Dave." I sat back down and it was only then that I realized how Barbra was dressed. She had on a short skirt, a sexy satin blouse and nylon's. She sat in a chair across from me and asked how Luke behaved. I tried to concentrate and look her in the eyes, as I told her, but my gaze kept going to the area around her thighs. Her skirt had moved up and I could see where her stockings ended and as she would shift, I could see her panties. I think she knew what she was doing and was giving me a peek show. As I got up to leave, I'm sure she had to see the effect her show had on my cock. In fact the way she smiled at me, I knew. She got some money out of her purse and as she handed it to me, she kissed me again and said, "you better go home and take care of that problem. "I was a little embarrassed, but I managed to smile and said, "goodnight Mrs. Marx" and I did just that. I had the lingerie I took from her hamper and I put it to good use that night. It was Saturday morning and for Barbra it was laundry day. As she collected the clothes from her hamper, she noticed the big stain on a pair of her nylon's. She brought the stain to her nose and instantly she new what caused it and who. I was had. She wasn't mad, in fact it got her excited. Remembering the bulge in my pants from last night, she got a wicked smile on her face and a wet feeling between her own leg's. She also noticed that a few items were missing. That is when she started her plan of seduction. Over the next month, I did plenty of sitting for Luke. I gave up a lot of my social life and my friends were razzing me. I told them, "the Marx'es paid good and along with my other yard job's, I was saving up to get my own wheels. "I wouldn't risk what I had going with Mrs. Marx. It seemed to me that Barbra was now flirting with me, even when her husband Dale was around. She would do things like, touch me more, would hug me tighter and her kisses goodnight were longer. She dressed in clothes that were sexier and more revealing when Dale was a work. All this worked on me and I seemed to have a constant hard on around Barbra. Even the panties in her hamper seemed to be moister. I would find out later that she knew what I did in there and that she would finger herself to get them full of pussy juice for me. I also started comming over with no underwear on, so I could put on and wear a pair of her used ones while I sat for Luke and then I would wear them home. I guess you can tell by now that I'm stuck on this very sexy, beautiful, alluring married woman. In fact, I would do anything for her. I guess you can tell that I'm also a virgin. Thoughts of fucking this woman, filled my mind and cock constantly. I would think, maybe I should try something, but the fear of screwing everything up stopped me. If nothing went farther then the way it is now, I was happy. After all, I had this hot married woman who flirted with me and gave me plenty of images to jack off to and the lingerie to use while I did. Unknown to me, life was going to change. Barbra asked me, "can you watch Luke for me on Saturday Dave. Dale has midnight shift and I need to go to a baby shower. " I said, "I sure can Mrs. Marx. What time should I be here. " "I need to be there at 8, so come over around 6:30 to watch Luke while I get ready. " "I'll be here then," I told her. When I got there, Barbra had waited to shower, cause Luke was still up. I was sitting on the couch, reading a story to Luke when Barbra came out of the shower. I couldn't believe my eyes. The bedroom door was opened slightly and the image that bounced to me via the mirror was a very naked Mrs. Marx. Here was the woman I idolized and fantasized about, drying herself off in full view of me. I prayed she wouldn't notice the door opening. As she finished drying she sat down at the table with the mirror. My cock was growing hard and I started to rub it through my pants. Luke had fallen asleep so I carried him to bed. When I got back, Whew... the door was still ajar. Barbra called out, "is everything okay, is Luke there. "I told her I had just put him to bed. "I'll be out soon, just make yourself comfortable. Find something to watch on TV." I choked out, "I found a good show to watch." She smiled, "Great, I hope you enjoy it." Barbra took some cream from a jar and started to rub it into those beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard and so was my cock. She continued to rub the cream over her entire body. As she rubbed between her legs she spent more time sliding her finger in and out of her pussy. Her eyes were closed and I could hear a slight moaning sound. I stood up a lowered my pants, so I could rub my cock through Barbra's panties I had on. Oh... shit... what she was doing to me. When she finished creaming, she started to apply her makeup and brush her hair. She had a nice tan and believe me, she didn't need much makeup. She did her eyes and then put on that great tasting lipstick. I've seen pictures in magazines of men who were getting sucked off by woman with lipstick on and how fucking hot it looked as those red lips wrapped around a hard cock. Oh well, back to reality. She got up and left my sight for a bit as she went to her drawers to get out her things. Soon she was back. "How's the show your watching Dave." "It's getting better and better," I told her. "That's good" she said, "I'll be out soon." As I stroked my cock, she slid her black garter on and then pulled up her panty. Next she started to slide her black nylons up her legs and snap them to the garter. First one leg then the other. After she had them on and smoothed out, she put on her bra. Even when it was on, I could see her nipples through the sheer material. As she stood there in front of the mirror, she looked stunning. I must of been moaning because she asked smiling, "Is everything alright." "Yes," I answered, "the show was just getting exciting." She said, "Good, I'm glad your enjoying it. I'm almost dressed." She slid into her dress, but had trouble zipping up the back. Seemed it got stuck in the material. She called, "Could you come in here for a minute and give me a hand with my zipper. It seems to be stuck." "Be right there," I said. I got up, pulled my pants up and went to her aid. I opened the door and walked in. She was even more alluring in the bedroom light and the scent from her cologne was exciting. I moved up behind her and worked the zipper free and finished zipping her dress up. As I looked up and into the mirror, Barbra was smiling. Then I noticed, I could see where I was sitting on the couch. Oh... . Damm... , I could see her, but she could also see what I was doing. I got all red and embarrassed and started to cower out of the room. Mrs. Marx grabbed my arm and said, "don't go, sit down on the bed. I have a confession to make." "I've planned this whole evening for a long time Dave. I've seen how you looked at me and how your cock would get hard in your pants. I also know how you've been using the lingerie in my hamper to masturbate. I found the stains on my stockings. I even know you would take some lingerie home to use. That's alright, I'm not mad. I'm flattered. Did you think of me when you played with yourself." "Oh... Uh... ." "Come on Dave, you can tell me. I told you I'm not mad, actually I'm turned on by all this. Can't you tell by now, the way I planned this night, the show I put on for you. I wanted to get you so horny... , that you couldn't help yourself and would want to fuck me. The way you were playing with your cock, I hope I succeeded. So come on now and tell Barbra what your thinking and feeling." "Oh... Yes... Barbra, I think about you always. When I'm jacking off and I got a pair of your panties to my face and your nylons wrapped around my throbbing cock, I fantasize that I'm fucking you. I love the taste and scent from your pussy." "Have you noticed lately, that the panties you find to use, are moister then usual." "I've noticed." I said. "That's because, I would get them nice and soaked with my cunt juices just before you would come over." I blurted out, "I've never been with a woman, Barbra, teach me. Show me how to make love to a woman, not just fuck her." Barbra took the time to tell me many things and then she said, "enough talk, stand up and take your clothes off. I want to see what pair of my panties you have on." I stood and removed my clothes, except for the black panties I wore. My cock was straining to get out, so Barbra lowered the panties and let my cock spring free. "Oh... It's bigger then I thought. You have a nice cock Dave. It's going to feel so... good... having it fucking my pussy." She stroked it a few times, then stood up a gave me the hottest kiss I've ever experienced. Necking with the young girls at parties, would never come close to comparing with this. As we kissed and hugged, my hands went to the zipper on her dress, but I hesitated. "Don't stop," she said. I continued lowering the zipper. When it was down, I backed up a little and slid the dress off that gorgeous body and let it fall to the floor. Following what she had told me, I started kissing and licking my way down her body. I sucked and nibbled on her now hard nipples. I then lowered her down to the bed, her feet still on the floor and as I caressed her tits, my tongue worked it's way down. I must be doing something right I thought, her moaning was getting louder. I licked my way around her belly button and then lowered my head and started to lick her pussy through the silken material of her panties. Barbra's panties were already wet and the familiar taste and scent of her pussy juice excited me so... and I wanted more. I pulled her panties off with Barbra's help and stuck my tongue right into heaven. Her body was squirming, she was moaning and she was screaming at me to suck her cunt. I found her clit and sucked it with my lips, as my tongue licked it up and down. "Oh... Fuck... Dave, don't stop what your doing. Keep licking, keep sucking my clit, sweetie, Oh... Yeah... Oh... God... I'm going to cum, Oh... I'm cumming Dave, taste me sweetie, I'm cumming." Her body rose up to meet my licking and her legs wrapped around my back. Her clit was so sensitive now, she pulled it away. I felt so good. I was able to please a woman, a married woman with my mouth. Me, someone who's never gotten this far in his entire life. I was still a virgin, but not for long. Mrs. Marx pulled me on to the bed. "what a job you did on my pussy with your mouth. You had me moaning and screaming and shaking like never before. I've never had my pussy sucked like that. "I will return the favor and suck your cock good," Barbra said, "but right now I need you to fuck me." I climbed between those sexy legs and as I lowered myself down, Barbra guided my cock to the lips of her pussy. Her lips parted and I was in a cunt for the first time. Wow... what a feeling. It was so tight and wet and warm and I buried my cock up to my balls. I was moaning and telling her how great her pussy felt. I knew I wouldn't last long and she sensed it to. "Fuck me sweetie, I want to feel your cum inside me." "Oh... Oh... I'm going to cum, I can't hold it, Oh... Shit, It's cumming," and I rammed my cock in as far as it would go and shot load after load of cum into her hot cunt. She in turn grabbed my as and pulled me down to her and moaned, "don't stop now Dave, I'm cumming with you baby, oh... fuck... yeah... I'm cumming, Oh... yeah...!" She wrapped those nylon covered legs around me and we came down from our high slowly. We were now kissing and I continued to caress her breasts. "Oh Dave you did great."