8 comments/ 132628 views/ 12 favorites Old Ladies By: tarkatony Well, that's the way we were thinking of ourselves, the Old Ladies of the group and it was relatively true. Though only in our mid-fifties we were almost 20 years older than most of the others at the seminar and our lack of stamina and motivation was showing. That's why we were having our nightcap in my room and not in the Bistro down the street with the others. "What do you think? Would you rather be living through their age or ours?" I asked Winn, who was sitting back in a chair, a glass in her hand and her shoeless feet on the bed. She thought for a moment before answering, "Their age is am awful lot more exciting, isn't it ... a lot more fun, sexually, at least." I nodded, thinking of my daughter, "But it's not just fun that makes for happiness. It's a lot of other things, too and most of those require a lot of hard work." "Maybe," said Winn, doubtfully, "but I can't help feeling those little items in their tight little skirts and their sexy see-through blouses are going to be doing a lot of things tonight that I've never dreamed of doing and," she laughed good naturedly, "I'm a little bit jealous." I laughed with her, she really has a disarming honesty. "Ya, I've been thinking about that recently, too. Have I cheated myself out of some of the good times these kids just take for granted?" Winn seemed to be waiting for me to answer my own question because she laughed with a little exasperation, "Well? Have you?" "Cheated myself? I don't know, I honestly don't. On the one hand I haven't had nearly the fun I'd expect to have by this time in my life, but on the other hand," I shrugged, "I'm happily married, with two great kids and would never dream of screwing around." A coy smile grew on Winn's face, "If you got the chance here, a gold plated chance with a great guy, you wouldn't think of it?" I didn't need to think before responding, "No, I couldn't imagine cheating on Jack, would you?" Winn laughed and sipped from her drink, "I'd love to tell you I would, loved to think I would, but, no, I wouldn't. You're right. It's cheating, cheating on someone who doesn't deserve it." Then she giggled, "Still, it would be nice to at least do something naughty once in awhile, something adventuresome. Jeez I'm in my '50's, for goodness sake, way into my '50's — it's almost over, that part of my life, anyway." Then she hesitated a moment, "Do you ever watch the health channel?" I wanted to dodge the question but Winn was so open and honest and non-threatening I said what I believed, "God, it's just so shocking, isn't it, what those people do with each other ..." "But interesting," Winn turned serious, "and educating. I find myself going to that channel more and more often, but never when Frank is around — I don't think he's ready ... for some of that stuff." "Tell me about it," I said, seeing no point in telling her that Jack had long since lost his interest in anything other than perfunctory sex. "But it's just so unbelievably fascinating, I mean really plain women, as plain and plump as I am, kneeling on a mattress with multiple parters of both genders, I mean it really gets you thinking — if they can do that stuff ..." Her voice trailed off as if she was lost in a memory. I was going to interrupt her, to defend her but she was plain and plump, but she had a radiance about her, too, especially now, talking about sex. Her eyes were alive with excitement which brought out a strange sexuality in her: her large breasts seemed to swell against her blouse, she squirmed in the chair, almost like a teenager, and she nervously crossed and recrossed her legs as she spoke, showing more and more stockings. Winn now looked at me, "What do you think when you hear those women talking about their sex lives?" "I think it sounds like sex means way too much to them." "Do you," she thought about this for almost a minute, "ya, that's true, isn't it, they seemed to be putting a whole lot more thought into it then I ever have," then she corrected herself, "or did. Recently, though," she laughed, then admitted, "well, in the past few years I've been think a whole lot more about sex then I used to, probably because of that TV channel, and maybe because I can see that my days are getting numbered, but recently I've become a whole lot more curious about sex than I ever was before." When I didn't offer any immediate comment, she added, "Do you know what I mean?" I was about to say something, but I didn't, I nervously looked away. But Winn must have noticed because she quickly asked, "What is it?" I felt a flush of embarrassment, "It's personal, Winn," then I laughed to try to hide my embarrassment, "God knows, it's personal." "Do you want to talk about it?" I shifted in my chair and to buy a little time as I thought about it I brought my legs under me, "God, do I ever, I'm ready to explode, but I can't, Winn, it just way too personal, way too ... wrong." "Don't you trust me, Jen?" Winn appeared hurt. "Oh, ya, sure I do, it's not that, it's just something I have to deal with, it's disturbing, it's troubling and I have to work through it." "Let me help you. Maybe you'll find the answers when you let it out." There was no joy in my laugh, I really appreciated her sincerity but I couldn't, it was just too shocking, so I just shook my head. But Winn wasn't the type to give up easily. She got up, took the two glasses to the desk, refilled them with rye and ginger ale, handed me a full glass and sat down, putting her feet back on the bed, "I'm not going to let this tear you up. I don't know if I can help, but I know it will do you a lot of good to get it out. So come on, spill it, you're in good company here." Winn White is as she claims, she is plump and plain, with dyed blond hair, thinly pencilled eye brows, an attractive aquiline nose, a kind mouth, very white teeth and a weak chin. She's plain, but she's pretty and her body suits her perfectly, it is soft and matronly, the kind of body grandchildren flock to. Most of all, Winn seemed to exude honesty so I made a snap decision, something I almost never do, "Do you absolutely promise not to think badly of me if I tell you?" "I'm not going to think badly of you — I don't care what it is." "You might," I shifted on my chair, nervous but excited that something that had haunted me for the past month was about to come out. "About a month ago my daughter came into the living room while I was reading and sat down across from me. She seemed troubled and confused and, of course, I wanted to help so I tried to draw her out, much like you did to me right now. But she wouldn't open up, not then and not the other times she has acted the same way, as recently as three days ago. She's 24 and living with us for two months while she gets settled — she just took a new job in the city and will move into her own place at the end of the month." I hesitated, "And she's a lesbian. I've never really talked to her about that, never known what to say, but I'm entirely OK with it, troubled and disappointed sure, but OK with it and so is her father and brother. I think she wanted to talk to me about ... her lesbianism." "But that's alright, Jen, a lot of woman admit to being lesbians today ..." "No, no, I know, it's not that, it's that ... I was drawn to her, really drawn to her, and not just because she's my daughter." I could see Winn was about to interrupt so I held up my hand and quickly continued. "I know my daughter, I know her really well: know her moods, her body language, her facial expression. I think what Shelley wants is to have a relationship with me and it scares the hell out of me." Winn again was about to say something, but again I stopped her, "And what scares me most is that I have been thinking about it ... even wanting her to ask me." Winn's eyes narrow as if she was struggling to understand, "Really?" "And that's what's bothering me," I said, anxious to get everything out. "I want to console her, to help her in any way I can. But I'm really curious, too — that's what bothers me, that I'm really curious about what it would be like to ... you know, to have a relationship." "With your own daughter?" There was no doubt Winn was shocked. "Sick isn't it?" Winn seemed to be working hard to process the information, "What are you going to do? I mean, you can't talk to her about it, can you? What if you've got it wrong? What if she doesn't want that at all, you would make an absolute fool of yourself."" "I don't have it wrong. I've seen the way she's been looking at me the last few weeks, she's almost in pain. No, I'm not wrong about what she wants but I don't have any idea what I'm going to do about it. I want to help her but before I do I want to fully understand my motives. This could go horribly wrong." Winn got up and turned on a light, "Boy, could it ever," she said, turning back to me. "I'd like to think a lot more about this before I offer any comment, but it does raise one point, doesn't it: just how complicated sex has become — it sure doesn't seem today to be what it used to be: a man and woman trying to have babies and then thereafter trying just to satisfy each other's urges. There seems to be far more to it these days then I could ever remember." I was happy the conversation had veered away from my problem, "Ya, sex has become a kind of creative expression ..." "That's it, isn't it? Expression, not procreation, not making do, but creative expression." She sat down again, but this time with her elbows on the table, "So leaving aside your daughter for now — I really do have to think about that — if sex is creative expression, how would you like to be creative? Do you know? I'm not sure I do." I didn't need to ponder the question, I have thought a lot about it, "No, I don't, I don't have any idea — I can't relate to those women on TV who seem to be trying to coax every bit of sexuality from within themselves, God, they'll do anything," I hesitated, wondering if I should make the admission, "But the thought of actually exploring my own sexuality — to see what's in there, well, that gets me excited, that's why I watch those shows. I mean what are the possibilities? I don't really have any idea." Winn sat back in her chair now, "Have you seen the program, I can't remember the name of it, where there's a sex councilor — it seems to be all about touching, really slowly. That's the one I like best. Frank has never really touched me," she laughed, almost contemptuously, "well never for more than 30 seconds." "I know the one, the soft light, a little out of focus ..." "I just think it's so hot, the other shows are fascinating, they have so much information, but that one, well," she said, getting to her feet, "it's a good time to end the evening." I followed her to the door, "This was fun, Winn, thanks." Winn turned and kissed me lightly on the cheek, "Me, too. I'll think about your daughter tonight, see you in the morning." I had cleaned the glasses and was half undressed when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly pulled my blouse over my bare chest and answered it. "I was going to phone," Winn appeared nervous, even frightened, "but I thought that a phone call would be a chicken's way out." Her words tumbled out quickly, "After our talk I knew I was going to masturbate tonight and I wanted to know if you would join me ..." "Join you ..." "I don't want you to think I'm awful, but it would be just so great, so exciting if we could masturbate together." She squeezed my hand. "Anyway, think about it. I'm going to have a long bath now. If you want to come over in a half hour well, I'd just love it." And she turned and walked down the hall. WIth her words my legs had turned to jelly; I had to hold onto the doorknob. Masturbate together? What was she thinking? Who would do that? I've never masturbated anywhere near anyone else, my husband included. It's a private act, THE MOST private act. 'I don't want you to think I'm awful!' Awful? You're disgusting. Depraved. I was shaking when I closed the door, shaking as if I had just received the worst possible news. God, get a grip, I said to myself, heading into the bathroom and turning on the bath. 'Come on over in half and hour and we'll masturbate together.' God, who does she think I am? I asked that question three times into the mirror as I took my clothes off. What does she see in me that she would think I'd do such a thing? Was it because I told her about Shelley? Was it my admission that I was interested in sexual creativity? What? The mirror was beginning to steam so when I studied myself I thought of that TV sex show where the partners just touched each other; where the lighting was dimmed and the camera slightly out of focus — but even through the fog I could see that the nipples on my small breasts were stiff, with anger I said to myself as I turned and stepped into the bath. How do you even do that? Masturbate together. Sit on chairs? Lie on the bed? Am I supposed to open myself up to her? Is she supposed to open herself to me? God, who ever heard of such a thing? I turned off the taps, fell back and went under the water as if to purge myself of my thoughts. But I couldn't. I tried to think of other things, anything else, but I couldn't — the very thought of masturbating with somebody else seeped into my head no matter how hard I tried to fight it off. And then she did, too. That pleasant face, so open and honest, was smiling at me as I envisioned her sitting on the bed, her back against the headboard. I had to turn away as in my mind I saw her slowly open her legs. Watch me, she was saying to me. But I wouldn't — each time she said it I'd turn away. But she persisted: I could see her hands on her thighs and I could see her thighs slowly open, just a little, she appeared so natural, so comfortable, so cheerful on that bed with her hand slowly sliding down between her legs. 'I've become a whole lot more curious about sex than I ever was before,' she had said. 'Do you know what I mean?' Of course I knew what she meant, I knew exactly what she meant. But masturbate? Together? But I knew I was curious, I knew my nipples weren't stiff from anger and I recognized my light headedness immediately: it was the same feeling I got when my daughter looked at me with that lustful yearning in her eyes: it was just so wrong, yet so ... exciting, as if my body was still capable of adventure. But what do you wear to a group masturbation? Anything? Nothing? My nerves were shaking, I could see it in my fingers. Or was it excitement? How long had I been in the bath? She had said a half hour. Maybe she had already started; maybe I was too late. I quickly got out and as I vigorously toweled off I realized I didn't have an option. I had brought only a single cotton nightie. I'd try it on, maybe if I looked all right — but who looks alright in a cotton nightie! I'll dress, clean underwear, if I hurry ... I panicked, I didn't know what to do, I felt tears welling in my eyes ... don't, think, just put something on, anything and go, get there before it's too late ... perfume? Should I ... the phone rang. I picked it up on the ring. "I'm sorry, Jen, I shouldn't have ..." "What do I wear?" She was holding the door when I passed by her noting that her pretty pink nightie was infinitely more attractive then my sexless cotton shift. I sat in a chairs and looked at the two full drinks on the table. "You look like you're mad at me." Winn was standing by the television set. I didn't look at her, "I'm not. I just don't know how to act. I've never heard of this before." She walked over and sat on the bed just a foot from me, "We don't have to do this, Jen. It was something that flashed into my head and I said it without thinking about it because I knew if did I'd never mention it. So I'm glad I did. I do want to masturbate with you but I won't lose a friend over it. If you're really uncomfortable with the idea than we won't do it, it's that simple." "But you want to." "It was our talk. I really loved it, we seemed to feel the same way about things, I loved that and I didn't want to just leave and have everything go back to the way it was. I wanted some sexual adventure and I sensed you did too, and I thought this might be it." I still couldn't look up, "So how do we do it?" She laughed nervously, "Well, that part I haven't actually thought through. I thought we would just do it like we would normally do it, except we would be doing it together, at the same time." "In these chairs? On the bed? On the floor? Where?" "Are you comfortable there?" Comfortable? "Yes." "Then I'll use the bed," she stood up, stripped off her pink nighties and climbed onto the bed, and rested her back against the head board. I couldn't look at her, "Do I take my nighties off, too?" "Do what you want to do, Jen. Don't do what you don't want to do. This is supposed to be fun, exciting — an adventure. Just do whatever you want." "Am I suppose to look at you?" "If you want, I'd certainly like to look at you. You're really exciting." "I don't feel exciting." But it looked as if she was already tuning me out. She was looking at me with a dreamy half-smile on her face and her hands were messaging her huge breasts as she brought her heels up to her cheeks. I know what made me do it. It wasn't the sight of her. It wasn't the excitement that was charging through my body like an electric current. It was something she said, 'I didn't want to just leave and have everything go back to the way it was.' I didn't either. I guess I was looking for the same sexual adventure she was because I stood up, pulled my nightie over my head and held out my hand to her. "I know how to do this, I've done it before — in a hotel room after watching porn. Alone." I pulled her to her feet, pulled the comforter off the bed and dragged it to the hallway where I spread it out on the floor and as she watched me with wide-eye curiosity I sat down on the comforter with my back to the wall, facing the closet mirror. "This way we can see each other." She sat down with the enthusiasm of a teenager and leaned back against the wall with her knees as tightly clenched together as mine. She was looking at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Can you believe we're doing this?" I couldn't and I couldn't say anything, either, my mouth was too dry with fear ... and with anticipation. She slowly opened her legs, bringing her hands teasingly down her thighs as she did so. I followed her lead, slowly opening my legs as she opened hers as if we were two flowers in time-lapsed photography. But different parts of the flower: it was as if her petals were soft and rounded and light and welcoming, while I, with my lithe, lean body, seemed to be offering more the sharp-edges of leaves. Her eyes were not on mine now, they were on my tiny tits with their impossibly erect nipples. She was staring at them, her tongue riding along her lower lip as she slowly opened her legs and slouched against the wall. I had watched her fingers trace their path along the white flesh of her inner thighs; I had watched her thumbs disappear into her hair as she squeeze at her tendoned crotch, now her fingers slowly disappearing into the large light brown bush that spread wide across her belly in a great triangle that disappeared beneath her. I quickly checked mine. It looked so sparse and whispy next to her forest and I felt puny: my tiny tits against hers, my thin thighs against hers, my whispy bush against hers. And now, with her eyes still on my nipples, she squeezed her right breast and the fat oozed around her fingers like putty and her hand curled deep into her almost disappearing — as my fingers touched my clit. We were making love to our fingers, but we were fucking each others body. Old Ladies, Thongs & Hotel Hot Tubs This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy. ************* Pictures of Tyler and Janie were flashing across the screen as their favorite song played in the background. You could see that picture of them when they first met at a party, years prior, arms around each others' shoulders, looking young and fresh faced, their whole lives in front of them. The pictures told the story of their courtship, from high school into college. The first few pictures showed the early days of their relationship, showing the tentativeness and nervousness in their eyes, but the love as well. Then sitting next to each other at a football game, happy to be together. Pictures of them hanging out at her house with some of their friends, young and in love. Them curled up together at a ski lodge, cheeks red from the freezing cold, but so happy to be together. The pictures showed them growing up together, filling out and becoming young adults. For Tyler, gone was the gawkiness of youth as he became a handsome, fit, athletic young man. And for Janie, these pictures tracked the growth from a lanky teenager to the stylish, pretty young woman she had become. It showed them in their graduation gowns, so excited to have escaped high school and move on to the next stage of their lives together. The peak of their happiness was showing them at college, freshly moved into their respective dorms, so happy, so excited, so ready for the future. From the first few months of college the pictures maintained this happiness, pictures of them in the dorms, with new friends at a party. All of them showed the young couple and they looked so happy together. So in love. But then the pictures changed. Her happy, excited smiles lessened. The lightness behind her angelic face dimmed. And he sensed the change in their relationship's tone, as his smiles and posture seemed more unsure, as if he didn't know what was wrong. And for her, the pictures showed her discomfort, as if she wasn't sure this is what she wanted. In the last picture of Tyler and Janie, she was barely putting in the effort to pretend to look content. The discomfort in her was obvious looking at it now. Something was worrying her. And whereas before the happy romantic song playing in the background seemed to match the excited tone of the young couple in the photos, now, it seemed sad, singing out for a relationship on the rocks. Something had gotten to her, something that was changing their relationship forever. "I hate this fucking song," Carlos said, changing stations on the radio. Tyler was shaken out of his reverie by his friend doing this. He pulled his eyes from his phone to look at the road. He had been, once again like he had the last few nights, looking at pictures of him and Janie together. What once was, but was no longer. He and Janie had broken up. He studied the last picture again. Was this the point where she had already decided to do it? To break it off with him. Even there, in that last picture, he could see the hurt in her eyes. It was as if she didn't even know if she wanted to break up with him. As if she was being pressured into doing something she herself didn't want to do and break it off with him. Tyler kept studying these pictures, looking for hidden meaning. "Dude, I am ready to pass out," Carlos said, rubbing his eyes, trying to keep them open as he drove through the repetitive darkness of Florida highways. "Dude, I appreciate the help, but... we don't have to make the whole drive in one day," Tyler said. "Let's just find the first hotel we can and crash for the night. Start fresh in the morning." "Yeah, sounds like a good idea," Carlos relented, veering onto the off ramp. Tyler glanced over from the passenger seat at his friend behind the wheel. Even though he could see his exhaustion, Tyler appreciated what he was doing for him. How he was helping him out. How he was helping Tyler in his quest to win Janie back. A few minutes later, the two friends were pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. They stepped out and stretched, having been cooped up in the car all day. As they got a room, got settled and began to finally relax, Tyler reflected on what brought him here. Tyler had never been this spontaneous before. A few days prior, the 19-year-old was at school, ready to head home to meet up with some friends for his first ever College Spring Break alongside his girlfriend. But now, after having driven almost 1000 miles with his buddy, Carlos, he found himself in the middle of nowhere, at a crappy hotel in Florida, sitting in a gurgling outdoor hot tub, planning out what he would do to win his girlfriend back. It had been a crazy few days. It seemed like out of nowhere his longtime girlfriend, Janie, just dumped him. They had been together since high school, and things had been going well even as they both went to college together. But her new group of friends never really seemed to like him and Tyler had no doubt that this sudden decision was spurred by them. He just knew they were always in her ear, trying to get her to dump him, for whatever reason, and they must have finally just wore Janie down and convinced her that she should be single, like all of them were. Tyler had been absolutely shocked and heartbroken by this, because he loved Janie. He was already imagining marrying her. But these new friends of hers were a rougher, worldlier crowd than their friends from their Midwest home. She had claimed during their terse, sudden break-up phone call that they were both young and they had lots of time to explore and be young and crazy. Plus, she didn't want to stay in a relationship with someone who was still so conservative and tame when there were people out there who could be spontaneous and wild. He could hear how she hesitated saying these words. How unsure she seemed. Tyler had known Janie for years, and he knew this wasn't her talking. This was her evil friends. They had put some bug in her ear that he wasn't worthy of her. That he was too nice and boyish. They convinced her that she needed to find a man. He could practically hear them whispering to her on the other end of the phone. Janie was an angel to him. They had many common interests, like being outdoors, reading books, and having complex intelligent discussions about the world and the people in it. She was a blonde with a golden tan, shimmering curly hair, an innocent sweet face, and a fit, athletic body. They had been each others' first, both in dating and sex, but with them, it truly felt like making love. It seemed like a storybook type romance, like something out of a movie. Then, out of the blue, she dumped his ass and marched down to Spring Break in Florida with her skanky friends. The one complaint he could make was that she was a bit gullible. She believed and trusted everyone. She could be convinced of things pretty easily. Sure, he had had some fun with that, playing light pranks on her, but clearly, this had gotten him into trouble here. Her new friends had gotten to her and convinced her to dump her long-time love. At first he didn't know what to do. He was ready to just go home and meet up with some friends when he ran into his buddy Carlos. Carlos wasn't a close friend of his. In fact, Tyler in some ways didn't really like him, because Carlos was more the party guy, who would rather drink and fuck than even try to get a good education. But Carlos was there for him, and he told him what he wanted to hear. He told Tyler to go after her, to go down to Florida, find her, and win her back. If he wanted be with her, show her with a grand romantic gesture, like from the movies he and Janie would watch. The funny thing was Carlos didn't even like Janie too much. He had always found her to be a bit prudish. A naïve, Midwestern princess. But he was the one who made the offer to help, and offered his car as well, and now he and Tyler had driven a thousand miles down to Florida so Tyler could try to win her back. Tyler was afraid of coming across as too stalkerish, but they had scouted out her Facebook and figured out where she had gone, so they had a destination. They had driven most of the way in pretty much one straight shot, but lack of food and pure exhaustion had eventually forced them to stop at the first hotel they could find. It was a backwoods, shady looking place, but they didn't exactly have a ton of money to spend, so it would have to do. Of course, by the time they got their room, their exhaustion had suddenly lifted, and neither was ready to just crash out for the evening, so they talked and planned out the rest of their trip. They were close enough to their destination where they planned to arrive early in the morning, and get a fresh start in looking for Janie once the party got going in town. But for now, they planned to just relax. The long drive had them both feeling a bit stiff, and had the soft churning waters of the hot tub near the hotel pool sound like a siren's song. So, that was how the two friends found themselves sitting back and relaxing in the broiling hot tub, the tension leaving them. "Just how I imagined my Spring Break," Carlos began, leaning his head back over the edge of the hot tub. "Sitting in a hot tub with another dude." Tyler smirked. "I do appreciate you doing this," Tyler told his friend, genuinely. "No problem, bro," Carlos said. "At least there's something in it for me. I just want to get to a place with some girls," he said, scanning the seeming desolate hotel area. "Carlos needs some action," he added, reaching down beneath the surface, no doubt grabbing himself, indicating his need. Tyler looked away, uncomfortable with talking like this with his friend. Sensing his friend's discomfort, Carlos spoke up. "And if things don't work out with Miss Janie, then, well... trust me, we'll be drowning in pussy tomorrow. You'll be just fine." Carlos always seemed to call her Miss Janie, like she was some prissy, conservative, plain, unlikeable authority figure, and not a girl his own age. Tyler looked away. He had only ever been with one girl, and while he didn't normally think like Carlos did, he did see the point. He was feeling a bit down over this whole thing, and if didn't work out, would it be so bad as to lose his sorrows in the arms of a drunk little vixen? No... no! Tyler didn't want to think that way. He was gonna get Janie back. He had to. That's how their love story had to end, with her accepting his gesture of love and leaping into his arms in joy. Tyler closed his eyes and leaned back, trying to focus on what he would say to get her back. "Uh oh," Carlos said, breaking the silence. "Looks like we've got a party." Tyler looked up and opened his eyes, just in time to three figures in white, fluffy robes approaching. Three women. "Hey boys!" One of them called out to the two young men in the hot tub. As the three women got closer, it became clear to Tyler that these were three older women. Like, not obscenely old, but like, a little older than his mom old. There were three of them, one with honey-colored blonde hair, another with black hair, and the other was an older Latina woman with brunette hair. The three made their way towards the hot tub, padding over in their flip-flops. "Hey ladies," Carlos said, schmoozing these older women. "You mind if we join you?" the blonde called out with a hungry smile. As they got close, Tyler could take them in. The blonde had honey-colored hair falling down to her shoulders. Her skin was very tan, as years in the Florida sun had clearly had its affect, leaving her skin golden and only slightly sun-worn. The black-haired woman came across as very stern as her lips were curved in a steely, disapproving sneer. She had her black hair done up tightly on top of her head, and her face was very heavily made-up, with eyeliner and lipstick, which was odd considering she was heading for the water. The Latina woman had long, dark brown hair, long enough to reach between her shoulder blades. She was looking at the two young men pointedly with her striking eyes. All three looked older, and they weren't, like, old actresses, who hid their age well. No, these woman had some wrinkles and age marks, but nothing too crazy. "Not at all," Carlos replied, amused by this turn of events while Tyler was nervous and unhappy with this intrusion. The three older women entered the area around the hot tub through the gate. They moved up the steps onto the wooden porch surrounding the hot tub, before moving towards the deck chairs and setting down their towels and slipping off their flip flops. "Don't see boys like you around these parts too often," the blonde woman said. "You three ladies from around here?" Carlos asked with a shit-eating grin. "Oh yeah," the blonde replied, easily charmed. "Just having a bit of a girls' weekend." These were far from girls, Tyler thought to himself. "Out on the prowl for any young college studs who happen to slip into our clutches," the blonde brazenly added with raised eyebrows. "Oh yeah?" Carlos replied with a smile, raising his eyebrow at Tyler. "What are you doing?" Tyler whispered to him, confused. Why was he enjoying this so much? Carlos gave him a bit of a look, a glance telling him to just play along for now, as if this was a game. "Well, you found us," Carlos replied. "And the water's fine." "Sounds good to me," the blonde stated. The three women looked to each other, and then, as if in sync, they each pulled their robes apart and let them fall to the porch. And despite the fun Carlos was having with this whole thing, both his and Tyler's jaws dropped. The three older women were wearing teeny, tiny bikini's, which looked absolutely indecent on their voluptuous, curvy frames. They looked absolutely filthy. The blonde... to put it honestly, she didn't exactly have a traditional bikini body. She had maybe 15 or 20 extra pounds, at least, leaving her with soft, fleshy curves in places where most women in bikinis like this were taut and fit. She wasn't overweight, just very thick and curvy. Her legs and thighs were curvy and meaty, her butt was large, firm and round, and her breasts... wow, her breasts. They were absolutely enormous. They vaulted out from her frame like overfilled, tanned, fleshy water balloons. They jiggled with every movement she made. They almost didn't seem real, those suckers were very real and all-natural. And this woman, this woman with such, uh... generous... proportions, she was wearing a string bikini. It looked like pure filth on her. It was a little green number. The bottoms were a tiny triangle, clinging to her, digging into her soft flesh, barely covering her vagina, leaving little to the imagination. The tiny green strings holding it in place clung to her, digging into her lush, tanned flesh, riding high over her prominent hips. And her top was just as tiny as the bottoms. Two tiny green triangles straining for dear life, struggling to contain her enormous, fleshy jugs. The thin straps were digging into her shoulders as the tiny patches of material molded to her round boobs, with indents prominently displaying her hard nipples, barely covered by the triangle patches. The soft flesh was oozing over the edges of the stretchy green material. Her massive udders were bouncing off each other, her full round tits forming a very deep cleavage. So much of her tanned, sun-worn skin was on display, only interrupted by some tan lines around her crotch and her breasts, indicating that she typically tanned in a bikini that wasn't quite this microscopic. And while the black haired woman was a bit slimmer than her blonde friend, she still had those few extra pounds that come with age. She was wearing a purple bikini, and it was almost as tiny as her blonde friend's number. The bottoms were tiny, barely covering her nether-regions, with the tiny purple straps clinging to her hips, wrapping around her body. This showed off both her long, taut legs, and her slightly more fit belly. And of course, like her friend, her tits were absolutely massive. Just full, round fleshy tits, not quite as large as her friend's, but still huge, heavy breasts. They were tightly contained in a slightly less brazen bikini top, the full round breasts being held in place by slightly larger panels of stretchy, purple material. While the blonde was happy to let her huge tits pour over the edges, the black haired woman wanted her boobs held in place tightly, causing her tits to balloon out slightly. Unlike her tanned friend, the mature skin she was leaving on display was a creamy pale, meaning this body didn't get shown off like this too often. The Latina woman showed off her even, caramel colored skin in a tiny little red bikini. Her frame was thicker, like the blonde woman, but she carried her extra weight well. Even though she was the shortest of the three, her thick legs looked firm. Her small, red bikini bottoms covered a bit more of her than her friends', but that wasn't saying much, as it was still brazenly filthy. The small triangle of red material clung to her crotch, with the thong straps wrapping around her wide, womanly hips. She had some extra weight on her midsection, like the blonde, but nothing too over-the-top. The soft flesh of her belly looked smooth, leading up to the cannonballs on her chest, the fleshy orbs standing out prominently from her frame, barely contained by the tiny red triangles. While not as big as the blimps on the blonde's chest, they were still absolutely mammoth. The straps of her top were a bit thicker than her friends', but they were truly needed, straining mightily to contain her large, weighty breasts, keeping them in place. Her slightly curly hair was cascading freely down her back. "If you boys were coming down for Spring Break looking for some hot ass, I think it's your lucky day," the mature blonde called out boldly, sauntering towards the two young college men, leading her friends. The three women moved to the edge of the tub, and each dipped a foot inside to enter. And as they did, they each turned around, causing the two young men's jaws to drop once again. All three bikini-clad old women were wearing thongs. Tiny thongs. The Latina had a large, full ass, each cheek looking almost overly large for her frame. This basically meant that the tiny string of the red thong was absolutely swallowed between the full caramel cheeks, disappearing out of sight. Each cheek jiggled as she stepped into the heated water. The black haired woman was slimmer than her counterparts, so while her ass wasn't as large as her friends, it was still round, full, and prominent. Each smooth, round pale cheek jutted out from her frame. The small purple thong met in a triangle on her lower back before descending, disappearing between the smooth, meaty, mature ass-cheeks. Her ass was the firmest and tightest of the three, but still showed the tell-tale signs of this being the round full ass of an older woman. But the blonde's ass stood out. It was the biggest of the three, for sure, and the most shapely. Each of the full, round cheeks jutted out from her thick frame, large, full and meaty. But despite that ass looking like it was almost too much to handle, it seemed perfectly shaped for her body. The tanned, mature skin looked surprisingly smooth, begging to be touched. Each of the round, meaty ass-cheeks curved inward at the crack, creating a deep, dark crevasse, which swallowed the tiny green thong string completely. Old Ladies, Thongs & Hotel Hot Tubs But what really made it stand out was her way of entering the hot tub. While the other two women stepped in gingerly, the blonde was brazen. She turned around in front of the two college boys and bent over, pointing her large, mature ass right at them, the full cheeks spreading slightly, giving both a more privileged view of her deep ass-crack, allowing them to see a bit more of the string bisecting the meaty cheeks. Finally, that ass broke the surface of the water, disappearing from view as all three women had now entered the hot tub, sitting across from the college boys. "Ladies," Carlos welcomed as he was forced to slide to the same side of the hot tub as Tyler to leave room for the bikini-clad older women. "I think we got a couple of live ones, here," the blonde said with a smirk, looking between the two young men, but mostly giving a heavy glare towards Tyler. As did the other two women. Tyler gulped, realizing he wanted nothing more than to get away from these brazen older women, but he didn't want to be impolite. His discomfort only made him think about how far from home he was. Thousands of miles away, in some nowhere Florida hotel, sharing a hot tub with a guy he didn't really like all that much, and three old women in ridiculously tiny bikinis. He just wanted to be home. He wanted to be back with Janie. He wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. "To what do we owe the honor?" Carlos asked, schmoozing the three women like the BS artist he was. "Like I said, a bit of a girls' weekend," the older blonde said, "Getting away from all the work bullshit and looking for some fun," she said, raising her eyebrows at the two young men. "Well, I've got plans to have some fun tomorrow," Carlos began, "But my buddy Tyler here is desperate need for some good, clean fun," he added, slapping Tyler's shoulder, selling him out immediately. "I, uh, no, I..." Tyler stammered, caught off guard. "Mmm, glad to hear it," the blonde stated, winking at Tyler. He continued to stammer slightly, but he was cut off by his buddy again. "Yeah, well, my friend here just got dumped," Carlos explained. The blonde smiled at this news, the Latina pushed out her lower lip in sympathy, and the black haired woman simply kept her cold stare locked on Tyler. "He's trying to go down here for Spring Break and track his girlfriend down, and do this whole big romantic gesture, but I'm trying to get him to loosen up and have some fun." "You're a wise young man," the blonde said to Carlos. "Trust me, baby," the Latina woman spoke up to Tyler. "That kinda thing's only for the movies. Real women don't make you do this much work. Real woman should be easy." "I, uh, I..." Tyler stammered, nervous by this sudden development. "What's wrong, honey?" the blonde asked, smiling wickedly. "Do us three hot, sexy babes make you tongue tied?" "Uh, no..." Tyler replied, finding his words finally. Why would she think that? "I think my friend Carlos here," he began, looking to his friend as Carlos gave him a proud grin. "I think he overstated things. I'm not much of a party guy. I'm just here to track down Janie, and, uh, not much else. I'm just, uh, here relaxing for the night, getting ready for tomorrow." "No, your friend is right," the blonde said. "You need to loosen up. Have some fun. You're single... you should take advantage..." "I'm not single," Tyler said. "It's just a temporary... well, break." "Hon, any girl worth her salt wouldn't let a hot young thing like you get away," the Latina purred. Carlos turned to him, giving him a pointed look and a shit-eating grin. Tyler looked at his friend, not enjoying this little game Carlos had entered him in. "It's, uh, it's not exactly like that," Tyler began. "Her friends got in her ear, convinced her to dump me. She's, uh, a bit naïve. I just... I just need to talk to her face-to-face, and I think we'll be okay again." "Let her go," the blonde said, waving her thin fingers in the air, as if shooing his girlfriend away. "A sexy young man like yourself shouldn't be tied down to a girl who's willing to dump him so easily," "Um, I, well..." Tyler said, blushing slightly, uncomfortable at being called sexy by this older lady. He looked at the three women, with the blonde and the Latina giving him warm, heated looks, and the black haired, tightly-wound, librarian looking woman still saying nothing and giving him a stern, appraising, curious stare. "That's what I've been telling him," Carlos replied, egging these women on. "Not the, uh, sexy part, I mean, I don't see what any girls see in this clown, but..." "Oh, well, no offense, Carlos..." the blonde began, "But your friend Tyler here is right up my alley. He's making my mouth water." "My mouth isn't the only part of me getting wet," the Latina interjected, causing the blonde to laugh and the black haired woman to smirk as the Latina giggled, almost embarrassed at the brazen comment she had just made. Tyler turned bright red. "Oh, none taken," Carlos replied with a laugh. "I do alright on my own." There was a stark difference between the two young men. Carlos was a bit more swarthy and mischievous, while Tyler was more genuine and nice. Carlos had short, dark hair and a shortly shorn full beard, while Tyler was clean-shaven with dirty blonde hair and a more boyish face. Both were decently fit, but Tyler was a bit more athletic with a better body. It was clear with the way the three women were staring at him that Tyler's more clean-cut looks and behavior really appealed to them. As did his taut, fit, muscular body. "Well, you guys should get to know him better," Carlos suggested. "Since he's so nervous around you three hot babes, I'll speak for him. His name is Tyler, he's, uh, 19... right? Yeah, he's 19, he's single, at the moment, and he's a business major looking to run his own company someday, just like his dear old dad," Carlos said, summarizing the conversations they had shared on the road into a view short lines. The blonde nodded, impressed. "Well, my name is Sonya," the curvy blonde said, "My friend over here is Stella," she said, nodding at the Latina. "And this is Ellen," she said, gesturing towards the dark haired woman. "We all work at a high school about an hour west of here. I'm the school counselor," Sonya said. "Stella is the Spanish teacher, and Ellen is the librarian." Despite his discomfort, Tyler felt a moment of pride that he had correctly guessed Ellen's profession. "That school can be a bit of a nightmare, so sometimes, us girls just have to get away and find a way to relax and have some fun," she said, giving a pointed look to Tyler. "Well, like I said, I'm just along for the ride. This guy's dragging me along while on this wild goose chase for his girl, but I'm in this for the fun. If you got drunk co-eds, I'm there," Carlos stated with a chortle. "Why wait to party?" Sonya asked. "We've got young studs. We've got hot bitches... let's have some fun right here!" She said, raising her eyebrows. They weren't exactly what he had in mind when imagining 'hot bitches'. Now that he had a closer look, he could get a better look at their faces. All three were definitely older than his mom, probably in their late forties or even older. All were good looking, but in the way some older women can look good. They weren't porn star MILF's who had their age-marks touched up. These were real women, real older women, attractive in their own way, but not exactly traditionally hot. Sonya was tanned and had a few wrinkles, probably due to her age and her time in the sun, but she had bright eyes, full plump lips, and she came across as very brazen and fun-loving. Stella had a few wrinkles and crow's feet, but it was clear she had been quite a stunner in her younger days. Even though she was very much dressed down, with very little make-up, she still was relatively attractive, for an old lady. And Ellen was almost the opposite, in that she came across as very severe and stern. Her lips were pursed, and her dark eyes were very cold. Unlike Stella, she was still very done up, her make-up still present, as if she refused to dress up even when going in the hot tub. Her hair was pulled back severely, adding to her cold facade. She wasn't bad looking, no, in fact, she was pretty good looking, just intimidating. "You up for some fun, buddy?" Carlos asked, grinning. Leaning towards him, Tyler whispered to his friend. "What are you doing?" he whispered harshly. "Just go for it, man," Carlos encouraged. "They clearly want you. Go for it!" he encouraged. "Dude, I have a girlfriend. I'm not gonna hook-up with some old ladies!" Tyler replied insistently. Carlos gave him a hard to read, scheming look and looked back at the women. "Well, let's make this a party!" Carlos stated enthusiastically. "I've got some beers back in the room. Let me go grab them." Carlos offered. "We've got beers?" Tyler asked, confused. "Oh, go ahead," Sonya replied, smiling knowingly. Nodding and giving Tyler an odd look, he leapt out of the hot tub, grabbing his stuff and walking briskly towards the room. Tyler was now alone with the three women, these three hungry looking lionesses. "So, hot stuff," Sonya began, grabbing Tyler's attention. "A guy like you all on your own could get yourself in a lot of trouble." "Uh, I can take care of myself," Tyler replied. "Mmm, I bet you can," Sonya purred. Tyler jumped slightly as he felt her foot slide against his. "I bet you don't have any problems getting taken care of." "I know what Carlos might have led you to think, but he's kinda kidding around. I'm honestly just trying to track down my girl," he stated, trying to cool down the situation as he felt her foot rubbing his foot lovingly, despite him trying to pull his feet away. "Well, it sounds like she's not your girl anymore," Stella responded. "It's, uh... this is temporary. Every relationship has its ups and downs," Tyler affirmed, ever positive. "I'll get her back," he said confidently, seeing the happy ending in his head clearly. "Tell us about her," Ellen said, entering the conversation for the first time. "Tell us about the girl who so stole your heart." "Oh, uh, well..." Tyler began. "We met in high school, and we've been dating ever since. She's a blonde, and she's beautiful, like an angel. She's really grown into herself, and she's just... she's just gorgeous. I got with her before other guys began giving her attention, and now they're all, like jealous of me. But, uh, yeah," he said, stopping himself from going on any further about Janie's beauty, cause he could go on for a while. "She's also really smart, and knowledgeable. We have the best conversations. Plus, we both love the same things, like hiking, and just being outdoors. She's... she's great." "How big are her tits?" Sonya asked bluntly, causing him to choke slightly. "What?" Tyler asked, dumbfounded. "I asked... how big are your pretty little angel's tits, darling?" Sonya asked, as if she had a suspicion. As she asked this, her foot slid up his leg. "Uh... that's not really any of your business..." Tyler replied, looking away, not able to get away from her as her foot slid past his knee. What the hell were they getting at? "Oh, c'mon dear, let's talk like adults here," Sonya replied with a smirk. "You can talk to us. We're friends now, and the advantage of women like us being friends with a guy like you is that we get to hear about the juicy details. We get to hear about all the things you can't stand about your girl. So, tell us what we want to know. It's important for us to know." she encouraged. "Does your girlfriend have small breasts?" Ellen finished, her eyes staring him down, making him shift in his seat, demanding an answer. "I... I... I really don't want to talk about this," Tyler replied nervously as Sonya's foot slid up his thigh. Where was Carlos? He needed someone to bail him out of this awkward scenario. "So they're small, then?" Stella asked. "All the young guys I know can't stop bragging if their girlfriends have huge tits," "It's... the size doesn't matter," Tyler replied affirmed, the splashing of the gurgling water sounding louder in his ears. The insistent foot sliding towards his crotch wasn't helping matters. "Oh! I think we got a flat one here!" Sonya called out with a laugh, referring to Janie. "Uh, it... it doesn't matter that her breasts are small!" Tyler replied. "I love her for other things... more important things!" he affirmed. "Oh honey, breast size is the most important thing," Sonya said, as if the young man across from her was painfully naïve. "Especially for a young guy like you. Someone your age should not be settling down until they get their hands on a pair of really big boobs, at least once. It should be your most pressing need to hook up with a girl with big tits. C'mon Tyler, does breasts size not really matter to you?" Sonya asked with a raised eyebrow, sitting up, pulling her massive, barely covered breasts from under the water as she rested her arms on the edge of the hot tub, pushing her absolutely gigantic mature tits outward. "Do you like women with big breasts, Tyler?" She asked. Tyler couldn't help but look down at her enormous breasts, water dripping off the smooth, tanned skin, the green bikini top straining to contain the bulbous, fleshy orbs. Unable to look away, Sonya spoke up again. "Aren't women with big breasts better women than those little young girls who could never fill up a training bra?" Tyler finally ripped his eyes from her chest and looked away from her, eager for this line of conversation to end. He reached over the edge of the hot tub to grab his phone, texting Carlos. Where the hell was he? What the hell was taking so long? "You know he's not coming back... right?" Sonya asked knowingly, her toes circling on his thigh, poised to pounce. Suddenly, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Sonya was right. Carlos wasn't coming back. As a joke, he left Tyler alone with these three old ladies. This was just some fucking joke to him. He was probably sitting in the hotel room, laughing at him for being stuck here with these women. And at that very moment, Carlos replied. "Bro, I didn't come down to Florida to bang some nasty old whores. They're all yours, buddy." That fucker. Sonya watched the realization dawn across his face. Before he could do anything, she slid her foot forward, pressing her foot into his crotch, her toes pressing against his stiffening bulge. "I should go..." Tyler began, in a panic, but before he could stand, both Stella and Ellen appeared at his sides, gripping his arms, holding him in place, keeping him seated. He suddenly felt the pressure from the toes squeezing his shaft disappear, but his relief was short-lived. "Why leave, when we all know you're exactly where you're meant to be..." Sonya asked. With that, she stood up in front of him, exposing her slippery, water-covered bikini body. Her tanned flesh and generous curves being so close in front of him stunned him into silence. She was so much older than him, so much older, and most women who were thick and curvy like her wouldn't dare wear a bikini this tiny. But despite all that, her body was enough to stop him in his tracks. As she stood, her mammoth breasts jiggled lusciously. "Why leave when you're having so much fun with us?" "What?" he asked, perplexed but staying in place, letting himself be held down by these two older women, women he could probably overpower if he really had to. "I mean you've been gawking at us... flirting with us... you couldn't wait to tell us how small your girlfriend's breasts were..." Sonya purred, looking down at him. "You made me!" he called out, upset. But she only smirked. "All you young guys..." Sonya purred, running her finger along the edge of her bikini straps running over her hips. "The ones who act all nice and sweet and genuine. You're the fun ones, because deep down, you want the same things that all other guys want. All you want to do is fuck, don't deny it. The fun part is making you admit it." "Mmm..." Ellen moaned from deep in her throat as she let her hand slide against his firm arm, feeling his muscles appreciatively between her slim, bony fingers. Stella was also getting handsy, letting her palm slide onto his chest. "My god..." Stella called out softly, biting her lip, running her fingers against his firm chest. "The football team practices right near my class. Every day, through the window, I have to watch all these tasty young guys, with all these hard, sexy muscles. I see so many of you boys shirtless... I can't stop myself from thinking about touching you. And now..." Stella said, sliding her hand down his front, pressing against his abs. "I get to feel the real deal. I bet you have those triangle muscles down there, don't you?" she purred in his ear, sliding her hand down farther, towards his crotch, running across a tight line of muscle. "The ones that point right at your..." "I... I... I... I need to go!" Tyler said, almost hyperventilating, moving to stand, trying to escape being felt up by these three old ladies. But as he did, he felt a sudden tug as the two women next to him yanked down on his trunks. Tripped up and off-balance, he fell into the water, his legs tangled. When he was finally able to free himself and emerge from under the water, he looked up to see Sonya standing above him, his dripping swim trunks in her palm. She looked down at him with a wicked smirk before tossing his shorts away, over the fence towards the parking lot. "What are you doing?" Tyler's eyes widened, realizing he was now completely naked in front of these women, the only thing protecting him from being fully exposed was the broiling water hiding his lower half. "Sometimes, when young men are being... obtuse... women like us have to make the decisions for you." Ellen stated. "We just don't want you going anywhere," Sonya stated, sitting back down, spreading her arms around the edge, like a queen on her throne, jutting out her mammoth breasts as her top struggled to contain them. "Now that the party is just getting started." "Please... I need to get out of here!" Tyler replied, freaking out. "Can one of you please, just... grab my shorts... or even a towel?" "I don't think so..." Stella said. "Face it, hon, at some point, you're just gonna have to step out of that water, and show us all that meaty, throbbing young cock!" she said, savoring the naughty word passing through her lips. "Don't pretend this isn't what you've wanted from the start, hon," Sonya stated confidently. "From the second you met us, you've been dreaming up an excuse to show us that slab of meat between your legs. Now... you have your chance." Tyler gulped, breathing deep. Before he could react, that insistent foot returned to its favorite place, digging into his crotch, her toes pressing against his smooth, bare, hardening cock. "Why do you want to leave?" Sonya asked, squeezing his cock with her toes, keeping him in place. "So you can track down that skinny little girl who dumped you? Or party with some nasty, drunken sluts just to get some random, tight pussy?" the older woman asked. "Why do all that we you can have so much more fun right here... with us?" "I... I'm not into this kind of thing," Tyler affirmed, trying to plead some sense into these women. The women on either side of him had gotten greedier, running their hands over his taut body once again. "What? Old ladies like us?" Sonya asked, mock offended, looking at her friends with surprise. She then stood up again and slowly stepped towards him, pulling her foot from its place once more. "That's news to us. Ever since we walked out here, you've been checking out our hot bodies. Gawking at us. Drooling at us. You don't need to be scared of us, Tyler. We only want to make you feel good. And we can make you feel very, very good." Tyler gulped looking first at the Sonya standing over him, then to the old women on either side of him. Sonya reached forward and grabbed his chin with her slim fingers, making the nervous young man look up at her mature face, her titanic breasts handing down, her enormous valley of cleavage right in front of him. "Face it, baby... you're one of those guys who wants to fuck older women. You might think you're meant for your... little girlfriend..." she spat out with disgust, "But deep down, you know you would much rather hook up with some women like us. Old ladies with hot bodies. Older woman who know how to please you. And guess what... we want to fuck you too." Old Ladies, Thongs & Hotel Hot Tubs Tyler gulped deep, not knowing what to do. He was surrounded on all sides by these older women, these vipers, and there didn't seem to be an escape. He didn't know what else to do besides continue to let himself be accosted by these three horny, bikini-clad old women. He was so wrapped up between them that he didn't know if he could escape their clutches. He tried to move them away and create some space between them with his hands and arms, but each time he did, they were undeterred. "Here baby, touch me..." Stella whispered, grabbing his wrist and pulling his arm around her, putting his hand around her back and placing it intimately on her side, against her hip. "Don't fight this..." Ellen added, taking the hand near her and pulling it toward her leg, making him rub the smooth skin under the water. He was so overwhelmed he simply went along with it, allowing his hands to continue touching their bodies, and not trying to fight them off. Seeing he was being more compliant, both of them rewarded him. He felt both Ellen and Stella rubbing his thighs, teasing him with their soft fingers and hard nails. Every time he even thought about trying to stand and move away, they sensed it. They would grip his legs warningly, keeping him in place. When he obeyed their unspoken orders, they would rub his thighs lovingly. But they weren't going any further, which was a good thing, because despite himself, all this stimulation had him as stiff as a brick. All the stimulation and teasing had him painfully erect. He had to focus on his girlfriend. He had to think about Janie. He had to be strong. "This is... a misunderstanding," Tyler panted, his hands still gripping Stella's hip and sliding against Ellen's legs. "I don't want any of this! I swear! I just want to find my girlfriend! That's it!" He was panicked and overstimulated, and the added sensation of feeling both Ellen and Stella's breath on his taut neck made him shiver and tense up. Sonya studied him for a few moments, appraising him, searching for the truth in his face while still holding his chin. Finally, she lifted her fingers off of him and stood up. She looked down at him, trying to figure out her next step. Then, she laughed. "Boy, I must have really misread things!" Sonya said, laughing, causing the other two women to laugh, although their laughs sounded sinister in his ears as they continued rubbing his bare thighs. "I am sorry. I mean, man, that would have been one major fuck-up! I mean, maybe I'm just a fucking slut, but as soon as I took one look at the cute face of yours, I imagined it between my legs, your mouth nibbling at my clit. The way you were staring at us... boy, you must not know it, but you WERE leading us on. God, I could have sworn you were gawking at me, thinking up all sorts of sick things you wanted to do to my hot body, like all those dirty young guys do. You were looking at me in a way that a guy with a girlfriend, who he supposedly loves, doesn't look at other women. Especially older women, like me. I mean, when a young guy stares at me like you were staring at me... a woman like me can't help but think bad thoughts. Me and my friends... we're just a bunch of old sluts. We were ready to pounce on you the second we saw you. Haha! You don't know how close you came. We would have given you the best sex of your life. We would have fucked you to the point where you would have forgotten all about little young Janie and become addicted to our amazing bodies. Shame..." "Like I said... a misunderstanding," repeated Tyler, sensing that she might finally be backing down. She nodded and stepped back, seemingly putting an end to things. But despite the fact it seemed like she was stepping off, the two other women stayed in place, clutched to his sides, their hands still against his body. He could feel their big boobs ballooning outward against his arms as they rubbed their soft, smooth jugs against him. They weren't gonna release their grip on him, and he was so wrapped up with them that he couldn't pull his hands off of them either, despite his protests of not wanting this. Suddenly, the booming of a loud, rhythmic beat began to echo through the entire pool area from someone's car. A group of spring breakers were hanging out in the parking lot, loudly playing their music, but no one around seemed to care. The music hit Sonya's ears and seemed to give her an idea as she raised her eyebrow at him. "Well..." she began. "If you're telling the truth, then what I do next shouldn't affect you." At this, she turned around in front of him, so her big, round, thong-clad mature ass was now right in front of his face. Tyler's eyes widened in shock as he was confronted by this large, mature, shapely ass once again. And despite his claims to not wanting any part of this, he was staring. It was in such close proximity that he had no choice to gaze upon it. She looked down at him from over her shoulder. "If you're telling the truth, then staring at my hot ass shouldn't be a problem... right?" "Uh... right." he croaked out, not knowing where to look as his eyes kept being drawn back to the full, juicy ass in front of him, his eyes unable to look away from its fleshy perfection. "You could stare at my ass all night and not be affected?" she asked, slightly shaking her ass side to side. "Right..." he replied, his eyes hypnotized by the fleshy jiggling of her obscenely-exposed mature rear-end. "I mean, I'm an old lady, and you only like those skinny, flat asses that girls your own age have, right?" Sonya asked with a smirk. "Slim, bony, flat asses are what you find hot. You don't like round, full, juicy mature butts, right? That would be nasty, wouldn't it? Young guys like you aren't supposed to like old ladies' bodies... you're not supposed to find a nice, round mature ass hotter than a young woman's skinny butt, right? If you did, you would be so turned on right now. But you're not, are you? You could stare at my ass all night and not be affected... Do you want to stare at my ass all night?" Sonya asked, bouncing her ass slightly, in tune with the music. "Yes..." he replied, without thinking. "Wait... what?" he replied, realizing what he had answered previously. "Just, you know, to prove how much you're not attracted to me... right? And not because it's the sexiest ass you've ever seen?" Sonya asked with a knowing smirk, tempting the college student with her impressive, mature ass. "Uh... yeah, right." Tyler replied, panicking slightly. The beat of the music began to pick up as she began to shake her ass from side at a rhythmic pace, making her firm rump jiggle and bounce. She slowed her smooth, rhythmic bouncing, opting to pop her hips back and forth, moving her ass in sudden, severe movements, causing the younger man to drool, despite himself. She reached up, latching her hands together as she danced for Tyler, showing off her smooth, tanned back, smoothly rolling her hips, her mature ass gyrating around, arresting his vision. As she rotated her butt, she seemed to move in closer, and closer. "Yeah!" some dude called out from the parking lot. "Shake it mama! Haha!" "Oh my god!" some young woman said, just audible enough for Tyler to hear, even though she was across the parking lot. "That's so gross! A woman like her should not be wearing THAT bikini. Ugh!" "How could he even be enjoying that?" another girl spat out. Despite the girl's objections, Tyler was frozen in place as the beat picked up. Sonya slid her hands down to her hips, supporting herself as she began to bounce her ass up and down, practically twerking for him. Tyler couldn't help but watch her full, round cheeks bouncing vigorously up and down, spreading enough for him to see the string of her thong, before the cheeks collided together, jiggling lusciously as she did so. She was shaking her ass like a true slut would. This was so fucking wrong, but he couldn't look away. This was a woman who was older than his mom, and she was dressed in a microscopic thong bikini, shaking her ass for him in a hot tub, trying to tempt him into having sex. He was a college student, and a very handsome one at that. Even if things with Janie didn't end up working out, there were plenty of girls out there who would be happy to be on the receiving end of his loving attention. Very attractive girls. He could do so much better than these women. Women older than his mom. Women who behaved like sluts half their age. Women who weren't exactly stunners, who didn't have traditional bikini bodies. Tyler wasn't as superficial as a lot of his friends were but... c'mon. These were three old ladies, and he was a college student in the prime of his life. But here he was, sitting naked in a hot tub, with this older blonde woman shaking her thong-clad ass in his face like a fucking slut, while two curvy older women surrounded him, keeping him in place, forcing him to watch this indecent showcase. And why was this? Was it because of their big, round, shapely asses? Was it because of their massive, mouth watering tits? He couldn't explain it. "You're loving this... aren't you?" Stella asked, whispering in his ear, making him shiver despite the heated water. "You love watching older women shake their asses like music video sluts." "No," he gasped out. "Admit it, college boy," Ellen said, her sharp but heated voice making him shiver again. "You want to do bad things to that ass..." "No..." Tyler whispered as the gyrating mature ass moved within a foot of his nervous face. "You want to kiss her ass." Stella whispered as Tyler gripped her hip. "You want to fucking worship her hot ass." Ellen added as he unconsciously rubbed his palm against her leg. "You LOVE her ass..." Stella whispered, kissing his ear softly. "You love her ass more than you love little Janie..." Ellen added, grabbing his thigh between her long-nailed fingers, squeezing firmly. "No..." Tyler gasped, trying to put up a fight for his girl despite being practically hypnotized by the older woman's bouncing, jiggling ass. The pressure was being turned up on him, and if he wasn't naked, he would get out and just sprint away. "So, you don't love my ass?" Sonya asked as she twerked her mature rump. "I don't turn you on?" "No... please..." he begged, the hypnotic, tanned, jiggling flesh of her ass an unescapable vision. But his denial was quickly disproved, as Stella slid one finger up his thigh, sliding it along the length of his throbbing, nine inch rod. "Oh my..."Stella called out, pulling her hand away, as if burned. "Ladies... we got a big one!" she said, holding her hands apart, indicating his impressive length. "And he is throbbing!" "Haha! I knew it!" Sonya said, bouncing her ass, keeping up an incredible pace with her seductive dance. Stella stole his attention for one moment, bringing the finger that had touched his meat to her mouth. "Mmm..." Stella purred. "Tasty." "Sonya, you sure can find them." Ellen said, gripping his thigh, leaning forward to kiss the young man's tensed neck, pressing her large breasts into his arm. "Can I touch it again?" Stella whispered, her slim fingers sliding around his aching shaft. "Please, uh..." he said, shivering with pleasure as the cold librarian sucked at his neck with her plump lips and the Latina woman began stroking his pulsing member. "Just... ughh... this is a misunderstanding," he pled, but his objections sounded weaker as these older women wore him down. "Jesus!" Stella began. "He is so fucking turned on right now. It's pulsing in my hand!" "No..." Tyler said, his tone weakening, his hands clutching the two women as he held on for dear life, trying to fight off this pleasure. "Quit lying!" Sonya said firmly, reaching back to grab his scalp, and before he could do anything, she pulled him forward, pulling his face against her large, mature, shapely ass. "Ahhh yes!" Sonya moaned out as she ground her fleshy ass against the young man's handsome face. He was trying to say something, but the words were muffled by her large, juicy ass. His big strong hands had finally left the other two women's bodies, held out in front of him, not knowing what to do, trying to fight her off, but hesitant to touch her scorchingly sexy body. So, his hands floated in the air near her, unable to do anything to stop this older woman from rubbing her ass against his face. She rolled her butt as she ground herself against him, holding his reluctant face against her thong-clad rear as she slid her fleshy ass against every square inch of his face. In the struggle, his lips had ended up pressed against both cheeks, before she eventually ground the full length of her expansive ass-crack against his handsome features, smothering his face between the full, smooth cheeks. Finally, she released her grip, and he was almost dizzy as he regained his bearings, realizing that despite everything, he had kissed this older woman's ass and had his face wedged deep in her ass-crack. All three women had momentarily released their hold on him, leaving him confused. What was happening? But before he could say or do anything, the older blonde plopped into his lap, her side pressed against his torso, her big ass smothering his throbbing shaft, sandwiching it between his firm leg and her meaty ass. "I think we can move past pleasantries at this point," Sonya said, wrapping her arms around his neck, smirking knowingly as she ground her ass against his pulsing cock, sitting in his lap like the damsel in her hero's arms. "Let's do this thing... let's go up my hotel room and fuck!" she called out, her confident words and meaty ass driving him to his breaking point. "Wait... it's just... me and Janie haven't fooled around in a bit... I'm just overcharged... I have a girlfriend... please..." Tyler begged, practically lying to himself at this point. Sure, it was true that he and Janie hadn't done anything sexual in a while, as both were busy with classes, and plus her friends had kept her busy and inserted a distance between them that put a halt to their sex life. But the truth was clear. Despite everything, he was very much turned on by these seductive older women and their voluptuous curves, and despite them not being conventionally attractive to the young college guy, he had never been this turned on. "Mmm, you don't need her, anymore," Sonya purred as she ground her juicy ass into him. "You have us. I'll be your girlfriend. We'll all be your girlfriends. All three of us. We'll share you. Doesn't that sound exciting? Instead of one, you have three hot, sexy older girlfriends. Three older women who will give you the type of sex you need every fucking hour of every fucking day." "Three older women who need sex even more than you do..." Stella purred, squeezing his thigh lovingly "Three women who will keep you happy and NEVER let you go..." Ellen insisted, rubbing his arm, and gripping his taut bicep firmly. "Uh... uhh... fuck..." Tyler groaned, the pressure being placed on his cock by the older blonde's large firm ass was affecting his judgment. That, plus the fact that Sonya's mammoth, soft, luscious breasts were now right in front of him, proudly displayed in her barely-there bikini. His eyes were lost in the valley of her cleavage as the side of her heavy breast pressed against his firm chest, skin sliding on skin. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? No... NO! He had a girlfriend. He loved her, right? Even though she dumped him. Even though these women turned him on a way he couldn't believe. No... he had to fight for Janie. One last time. "Okay, I admit, you are all hot... you are all sexy, but..." he began. "Good, then its official!" Sonya interrupted before he could even tell them why he was choosing Janie. "I guess we're dating now!" the close to 50-year-old woman declared to the 19-year-old college student. "Wait..." he panted, unable to comprehend how fast this was all moving. "And what better way to make this official than with a kiss..." Sonya stated, and before he could do anything, the older woman leaned forward and slid her tongue into his mouth. "Hhhnnnngggghhhh..." Tyler groaned as the older woman's plump lips pressed firmly against his. Sonya's wet, firm tongue slid across his as they made out. Her mouth was voracious, attacking the young man's mouth with her own as they sealed their new status as boyfriend and girlfriend with a wet, lusty kiss. Her tongue was running circles around his as she forced herself onto him, her head bobbing lightly as the kiss became deeper. It was an indecent sight, this older, curvy, bikini-clad woman making out with this young stud in the prime of his life. Tyler couldn't think straight, and he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't help but lose himself in the moment. This lusty make-out session went on for an indecent amount of time before Sonya finally pulled back, bands of drool connecting their panting, swollen mouths. "Wow!" Sonya panted. "I haven't been kissed that well in years! You must be really hot for me!" She slid around in his lap till she was facing forward on his lap, the length of his bare dick lodged snugly between her round ass-cheeks. She leaned back so her back was pressed against his front. She reached up to grab his scalp and pull his lips to hers, giving the young man another quick, lustful kiss. Tyler had no choice but to reciprocate. When she pulled her lips from his again, she reached down to grab his wrists. "Touch me, baby... I want your hands on my hot body." She pulled his hands so they were pressed against her belly, and guided them across her tanned flesh. As she did, she ground her ass against his belly, with his cock sandwiched in between, its length still nestled in her ass-crack. "Oh fuck..." Tyler sighed as the older woman massaged his aching shaft between her firm, meaty ass-cheeks, grinding against its full length slowly and insistently. In a haze, looking over her shoulder at her mountainous peaks. They were just so massive! Janie had been his only girlfriend, and she had pretty small B-cups. Nothing like these. Sonya's tits were just these huge fucking melons, the biggest he had ever seen. As much as he loved his girlfriend, even he had to admit Sonya has much better tits. They looked so round... and smooth... and soft. "Touch me, baby... touch me," she commanded him, her voice thick with lust as he guided his big hands up onto her enormous breasts. She squeezed her hands over his, making the young man squeeze her massive, mature tits. Holy shit, they were amazing! The sensation of so much soft, luscious flesh oozing between his fingers was incredible. Even though her breasts were still adorned with the two tiny triangles of stretchy material constituting her bikini top, he could feel her throbbing nipples in his palms. It didn't take long for him to be the one doing the squeezing. His hands were greedy, feeling every inch of soft flesh, running his fingers across the soft skin, teasing her hard nipples through her top. He couldn't get enough, squeezing them over and over again. He wanted to rip her top off and feel them fully, skin-on-skin, but he didn't know if he had permission to do so. And as he squeezed her tits, Sonya focused on massaging his throbbing dick with her full, juicy ass, sliding her ass crack against the thick, pulsing member. She flexed her ass around his meat, making him wince in pleasure. As reluctant as he was, he couldn't deny the pleasure he was feeling. The pleasure this older woman was bringing him. His cock was pulsing, and his nuts were swollen. As much as he wanted to hold out for Janie, and as much as he loved her, he needed to cum badly. "Oh my god..." Tyler panted. "Your tits are amazing!" he admitted, despite himself. The pleasure he was feeling was too great. He had to tell her something. She rewarded him by giving his throbbing cock a long, firm squeeze with her meaty ass. Old Ladies, Thongs & Hotel Hot Tubs "I know, baby, I know..." Sonya said. "I know how hot I am. I know young guys like you go nuts for a hot fucking babe like me. There's no shame in wanting to fuck me. I'm so fucking sexy, aren't I? Tell me..." she demanded. Overwhelmed, he couldn't help but comply. "Yes... yes! You're so fucking sexy," Tyler finally admitted, on edge from the older woman's cunning ministrations. "I turn you on?" Sonya asked, giving his cock another squeeze with her ass. "Yes! Damnit... fuck, that's good... yes, you turn me on, okay!" he groaned out, squeezing her big tits roughly as he humped up against her ass. "These bikinis... you look so fucking filthy." "Admit the truth, baby," Sonya groaned out, grinding against the college student's lengthy dick. "Tell me... tell me you want to fuck me! Yes! Admit it!" "Fuck..." Tyler groaned. He really wanted to fight for Janie, but his judgment was being clouded by this older woman's amazingly lush, firm ass and spectacularly massive, soft breasts. As soon as she began rubbing her mature body against his, her arguments were starting to make a lot of sense. Why was he fighting for a girl who was so ready to dump him? Sure, when they were together, him and Janie, it felt like something special. Something greater than the sum of its parts. But she was out of the picture at the moment, and these... these brazen, forceful, aggressive old women in their filthy, slutty, amazing bikinis... they had swooped in. They had taken her rightful place. They had claimed his dick as their own, and they had already taken things this far. Would it be so much worse to just seal the deal fully? To take this encounter to its logical conclusion, have his fun, drain his nuts, and write it off as one crazy night, the type of understandable mistake any young college guy would make. But, most of those other guys had drunken encounters with gorgeous, slutty co-eds. His mistake would be fucking three old, slutty women. If anyone else knew... it would be the kind of mistake no one would let him forget about. If Carlos told anyone... he would be forever known as the guy who fucked three old ladies on Spring Break while all the other guys fucked hot, young co-eds. Could he actually do this? Could he actually go through with this? "Tell me, baby!" Sonya pleaded, grinding against his throbbing length, really digging into him with her hot ass. "Yes!" Tyler replied, the pleasure too much to take. "Yes, I want to fuck you! All of you! Okay... fuck, that's good! I want to fuck all three of you... I want to do bad things to your hot bodies! Please!" "Oh my God! YES!" Sonya squealed, grinding into his cock hard with her juicy ass, reaching up to make the young man really dig in with his fingers on her juicy rack. "Do you like us all more than little pathetic Janie? Do you think we're sexier than you're young, skinny girlfriend?" "Fuck yes!" Tyler groaned out, so overwhelmed he didn't even think about what he was saying. "You all are so much hotter... yes... so much sexier... than my skinny little young girlfriend!" "Ughh! YES!" Sonya groaned, shivering slightly in the broiling water as she ground against the younger man. "Oh my God!" Stella moaned from beside him. As things got more heated with Sonya, he had practically forgotten about the two women next to him. He now realized that both women were touching themselves under the water as they watched their blonde friend work her magic. Now that his corruption was nearly complete, they pounced again. Ellen reattached her mouth to the young man's neck sucking and kissing it savagely, as Stella grabbed his face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. The college student's lips locked with the older, curvy Latina woman as she jammed her tongue down his throat, kissing him like an over-enthusiastic teenager. This woman was a teacher! All these woman worked in a school, entrusted with guiding the future, yet here they were, stripped down in slutty bikinis, at a hotel in the middle of nowhere, making out with a young college stud, throwing any sense of decorum and professionalism away, just to get some young dick. Despite how wrong it was, it was working on Tyler. His cock was throbbing. He had fallen under their sway, and there was no going back. "Holy shit, they're going for it! Unbelievable!" One of the partiers called out from the parking lot. "God, I can't believe he's hooking up with those old sluts! That's so nasty!" one of the girl partiers added. Lost in a haze, Tyler' was pulled from away Stella, their soft lips parting. Ellen stole his attention, grabbing him roughly by the chin and pulling the younger man in for a savage kiss. As Tyler made out with the uptight librarian, Stella kissed down his jawline, and Sonya ground her ass into his lap roughly, keeping him on edge, but not letting him go over. This went on for a few minutes, Tyler making out with the three old women, before finally, Sonya sat up and pulled Tyler apart from the two women next to him, getting their attention. "Let's go upstairs..." Sonya said, breathing deep, nipples throbbing, her tanned, slippery skin glowing with need. "It's time for us to get down to business... it's time for us to fuck!" A shiver went down Tyler's spine, knowing things were about to get very, very real. He was about to do the nasty with three much older women. "Stand up, baby... show us that fine young body of yours." A few minutes before, Tyler would have hemmed and hawed, trying to escape his fate. But he was too far gone. These three women had worked him up and driven him crazy. He wasn't going to deny the truth. He wasn't going to deny the inevitable. Tyler stood up straight in the hot tub, his lower half rising from beneath the surface, showing off his terrific, naked cock to the three aggressive older women for the first time. "Holy shit!" Ellen called out. "Jesus..." Stella said softly. "My god..." Sonya gasped, chewing her lower lip, eyes hungrily gazing upon the college student's impressive endowment. "Now THAT'S a fucking teenage dick!" It had felt amazingly large against her ass, but it looked even bigger now that she was gazing upon it in the flesh. Nine inches. Thick and meaty. The head was nice and fat, and the shaft looked substantial. Not easily broken, not even by the roughest of sex. And his large, swollen, teenage nuts were equally impressive, causing all three women to fantasize about all the creamy, teenage spunk nestled deeply within. Sonya bent over, reached down and snaked her slim mature fingers around his throbbing shaft, causing the naked young man to jump slightly, panting deep. Was this really gonna happen? She squeezed his impressive, smooth, teenage dick in her palm, feeling its concrete stiffness in between her fingers. She stared at it, unable to look away, studying every bulge and vein. Finally, she looked up, her heated gaze meeting his own. "It seems as if our new boyfriend has the type of dick old sluts dream about..." Sonya whispered, moving in close, stroking him lightly. "It's time for us to test it out. C'mon, boy... I'll lead the way." Maintaining her grip on his cock, Sonya turned and pulled him forward, stepping out of the hot tub. He followed dutifully, and as the other two women gathered all their things, Sonya led the group out of the pool area. It was a crazy sight, three practically nude older women in tiny bikini's, traipsing around unashamed, with a completely naked young stud sandwiched between them, being led by the cock towards his fate. The group walked within range of the partying group, and all of their eyes were on this motley group they had been spying on all night. The young men in the group were stunned into silence watching these three voluptuous, nearly nude middle aged women leading a guy their age by the cock. These women weren't the type they normally targeted, but there was something about them... The party girls were not so amused. They looked disgusted by these slutty old ladies letting it all hang out, and on top of that, the confusion at seeing this young, good looking young guy in their grasp just added to their dislike of these three women. Their disgust was so apparent that Sonya just had to respond. "Don't judge, ladies!" Sonya called out as she led her three followers towards the stairs. "You might not get it, but your boyfriends do. Trust me, when those boys are railing you tonight, they'll do it with a bit of an extra oomph... because it'll be us they're thinking about, and not you poor things, haha!" the older blonde bragged before turning away. The young girls looked at the boyfriends, fuming, and all they could do was laugh and shrug. Tyler was in a haze as he was led across the parking lot and up the thin metal stairs. He had stepped over his own discarded trunks during this march, but he was too far gone to care. Tyler was transfixed by Sonya's ass as he was led forward. His eyes followed the smooth, confident side-to-side bouncing of her jiggling, mature ass, hypnotizing him once again. He walked along the balcony, not even realizing he had passed his own room, where Carlos caught a glimpse of his buddy with the three old sluts, causing him to smirk. Before Tyler knew it, he was entering their hotel room, and the sound of the door being locked behind him was the signal to him that there would be no escaping these three women. Hot sweaty sex was about to happen. Sonya released her hold on him and turned around to face him. The other women walked around the naked college student, eying the young man's sizable cock as they joined their friend, standing on either side of her. He now was being gazed upon hungrily, appraisingly, feeling like the piece of meat he was. "So many guys would kill to be in your place, locked in a hotel room with three gorgeous sluts..." Sonya boasted proudly. In his deepest fantasies of being the centerpiece of sex by a group of women, this was not what he had in mind. He would have imagined three women, about his age, young and hot with amazing tits. But this... being locked in a room with three thick-bodied middle-aged women in indecent bikinis who were more aggressive than any other woman he had ever encountered... he would have never have guessed this would happen. But at the moment, he had never wanted anything more. Janie was the furthest thing from his mind. "All you young, disobedient pieces of shit," Ellen began, stepping forward, speaking in her cold, sneering tone. "You think you can do whatever you want just because you have these big, juicy, delicious cocks!? You go around with these smug, cocky smiles, like you control the world, just because you have these massive, perfect teenage dicks that you know we all fucking love! But it's our asses you can't take your eyes off of. It's our tits you stare at. Face it, College boy... women like us run the world!" With that, Ellen reached down and pulled her purple thong down, exposing her nearly bare pussy to Tyler's widened eyes. As the librarian, Ellen wasn't exactly the most popular woman at the high school she worked at. In fact, she was quite disliked among the student body. She was a strict, humorless bitch, a disciplinarian who seemed to take no joy in her job or dealing with the students. And it was like she said, despite the contentious relationship she had with the student body, she couldn't help but notice the way some of the cockier students would look at her body, possibly sensing there might be a tigress inside her. They were right, but those little shits would never get the chance. She wasn't about to throw her career away for one of those fuckers, not that some of them didn't tickle her fancy. She actually hated young people, not that she didn't see the appeal in younger men. But the young people she had to deal with on a daily basis only fueled her dislike of them. But a guy like this, like Tyler, was different. He wasn't smug. He wasn't cocky. He was vulnerable. He was breakable. She was willing to throw down with him in a major way. For her, it was about fucking one of these cocky young studs into submission. As her thong hit the floor, Tyler couldn't help but admire the neat, tight landing strip, really accentuating her mature pussy. It was a bit of a shock to see the pussy of a woman this much older than him, but he couldn't deny that it turned him on. Just as he looked up, he realized her hands were behind her back, undoing her top. His jaw dropped once again as her top fell to the floor, and she stood naked in front of him, hands on her hips. Her tits were amazing, surprisingly perky and firm, with only some slight sag. Of the three women, she was the slimmest, and possibly due to this, her tits were the smallest of the three, which was really saying something, considering her tits could only be classified as fucking huge. DD's at minimum. Soft smooth, luscious curves, coated with the same even, creamy skin, her swollen pink nipples throbbing, aching for an eager mouth. They stood out from her frame proudly, succulently. The tightly wound librarian had massive perky tits. The last vestiges of her tightly wound appearance would soon disappear, as she untied her tightly pulled back hair, letting her dark hair loose, cascading past her shoulders. It was as if the tigress inside her had been unleashed, and it was ready to pounce. "Hon, we know what you want," Stella said, stepping forward, her massive, jiggling tits bouncing with each step. "I mean, there's just something about when a strapping young man as yourself chooses a more experienced lover... someone who knows what they're doing and knows how to make you happy... it's just a beautiful thing. I see all these young guys getting stuck with these stuck-up little princesses who play all these silly games. Women like me... we understand what really matters. Sex! Sex is all that matters, and what separates the girls from the women are the ones who just really know how to fuck. And Tyler... I can fuck!" With this last word, Stella reached back and undid her top, letting her bikini top fall to the ground, exposing her massive Latina breasts to him for the first time. Her age and Latina genetics granted her with a more naturally curvy body than her tightly wound friend. Her breasts were massive, even bigger than Ellen's, full and round, jutting outward with only some slight sag. They were smooth and supple and perfectly round, her caramel skin tone on her boobs even with the rest of her. The dark nipples were puckered, as she was very, very turned on. Tyler's eyes traveled down her smooth belly just in time to see her slide down her thong, revealing her small brown patch of pubic hair, just a thin pelt above her mature pussy. She now stood naked and proud before the turned-on young stud. Stella was very much the opposite of Ellen in many respects. While Ellen was very cold and disliked the students, Stella was quite warm and enjoyed the students. Perhaps too much, as she was very much a gossip, enjoying hearing about the ups and down of high school politics, hearing who was dating who, who liked who, who hated who, etc. And while Ellen would never risk her job for one of the cocky shits at her school, Stella wasn't so closed off to the idea. It wasn't uncommon to catch her flirting lightly with the captain of the football team in one of her classes, or chatting up one of the more handsome available students at a football game or a pep rally. She did what she could to make it clear she was available to any of the handsome students who tickled her fancy, but no one had ever bitten the forbidden fruit. It was her biggest fantasy to hook up with a younger man, a stud she could train in the art of sex. Now she had her opportunity, and she wasn't about to waste it. "I don't really have much of a declaration like my friends here," Sonya began, toying with her tiny green thong. "I just like to fuck, and I especially love to get it on with hot young guys. And lucky for me, with my hot body, all these hot young guys just seem to want to fuck me," the thick, middle-aged slut boasted. She then yanked down her thong, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her completely shaved, mature cunt, the two small, plump lips calling to Tyler's greedy eyes. Her tan-lines were very noticeable at her crotch, as there was a bikini sized area there that was whiter than the rest of her tanned skin. Seeing this older woman so brazenly exposed was a thrill to this young stud. "All my coworkers think I'm a slut..." Sonya continued, now playing with the strap of her top, her huge tits rippling as she approached the young man slowly. "Bunch of prudes, if you ask me. They're all just jealous that a woman my age is having SO much sex. And trust me... I have a LOT of sex. I mean, you can ask my friends, and they'll tell you that I get some premium dick! All the young guys want a piece of this," she teased, running her hands up her sides, from her prominent hips up to her enormous jugs, giving them a firm squeeze, making her smooth breast-flesh ooze over the edges of her top. "You want a piece too... don't you Tyler? Ever since I sauntered into your life, you've wanted a piece of my ass, haven't you? You acted all cute and scared and nervous, but you know what you were really feeling... love. Love for your new, super-hot older girlfriend that would make all your friends jealous. Love for my smoking hot body. Love for my big tits! Tell me Tyler... do you love my big tits?" she purred, standing a couple feet in front of him, toying with her top again. Tyler was pretty certain it wasn't love making his dick hard. But in the moment, despite everything, despite the love he felt for Janie, and despite knowing he should not be in a hotel room with three slutty old women, he couldn't help but go along with this madness. He couldn't help but play this out. He couldn't help but gawk at her huge, fleshy tits. "Yes..." he croaked out. "Are they better than little Miss Janie's?" Sonya asked with a knowing smirk. "Yes..." he repeated, admitting the truth. This middle-aged woman had much bigger and better tits than his girlfriend. Sonya smiled brightly at this admission. "Aww, you flatterer!" she tittered, reaching back behind her back to untie her top. "My big tits make me a better girlfriend to you than she could ever be. A better woman, even. A guy like you needs a woman with big tits, don't you?" She took his silent gawking as an affirmative. She was silent till he looked up at her, meeting her hungry gaze. "Do you want to see them?" she purred with a raised eyebrow. His throat tensed, and all Tyler could do was nod. "Tell me, baby," she insisted. "Please Sonya," Tyler grunted out, the words barely sounding like his own. "Please let me see your big tits." Smiling deviously, she untied her top, and smoothly and deftly let it fall to the floor. Tyler's eyes widened as he gawked at Sonya's big breasts. Sonya put her hands on her hips as she let the younger man gawk at her huge boobs. They were enormous, the biggest he had ever seen, even including the small amount of porn he had watched. They were just mammoth, jutting out from her chest obscenely. They were full and round and all-natural, which gave them a little sag, but for breasts of that size, it was shocking how perky they still were. The massive fleshy orbs were so full they formed a deep, natural cavern of cleavage, while also being so round they jutted out from her sides, making the sides of her jugs visible from behind her. He didn't have enough of a trained eye to even begin to guess her cup size, but to the inexperienced young man, they looked like overripe, fleshy watermelons. So smooth... so round... so big! She also had prominent tan lines, in the shape of the more sensible bikini top she must tan in. The top two thirds of her tits were sun-baked, while the bottom third of her breasts had paler, creamier skin. Her smooth, round, pink nipples stood out from this creamy skin, capped with hard, rubbery nubs, aching for pleasure. Old Ladies, Thongs & Hotel Hot Tubs Tyler's eyes were locked on her chest, and his throbbing cock was letting the older women know how much he was enjoying what he was seeing. His girlfriend had never awed him like this. Janie had never made his cock this hard. Only these three older women had. Sonya just had a way about her. She was an older woman. She had a bit extra weight. Sure, she had enormous tits, and a big round ass, but she was thick and curvy all over, not exactly the traditional hot body. She was brash and brazen, and carried herself like she was the sexiest creature on the planet, despite her curves and her age. But despite all this, she just had a bad habit of making dicks rock hard. She wasn't lying earlier. She got laid a lot, by shockingly sexy younger men. As a guidance counselor, she would find a lot of young men sitting across from her. She would flirt and tease lightly, often making these cocky, smirking young men uncomfortable. But Sonya was an experienced huntress, and she could be very patient. She was tapped into the school gossip, helping her gain the knowledge she needed to make her move. She was shrewd enough not to tempt fate at work, and she kept all her seductions strictly above board in terms of legality, making sure all her targets were over 18. But to be honest, that was rarely an issue, as she typically targeted college-aged young men as opposed to the students at her school. That's not to say she was above targeting her students, as her knowledge of the school social circles put her in places where she would just happen to run into the hunkier members of the student body, like at popular restaurants and clubs. She knew who to target and when, like the time she ran into the freshly dumped quarterback at a restaurant. Her role as a counselor presented her as an open, trusted ear to vent his feelings and frustrations. She pumped him full of drinks, flirted lightly, and showed off some of her expansive cleavage, and boom, they were back at her place as he used her tight mature cunt to vent off his sexual frustration. He acted all ashamed afterward and could never quite meet her eye, but she knew she had given him the best pussy he could ever hope for, so she didn't feel too bad. Besides, she had gotten what she wanted, a huge orgasm on his throbbing teenage dick, so she didn't need to push it further. She had already won. She heard a few months later that he got caught screwing one his hot, older professors at college. It was this whole big thing, a big scandal for the town's golden boy, but it made Sonya happy, knowing their encounter clearly left its mark on him. She had a few other misadventures, like when she picked up the principal's drunken son as he stumbled home from a party and showed him a good time. That got her valuable dirt on the principal, which she was ready to unleash at a moment's notice. Or the time she convinced a pair of long distance track team members to run a marathon on her tight holes, one of the many encounters to which she looked back upon fondly. She typically targeted college students though. A lot of the time, they would be former students, and she used her role as a former advisor as an in for a catch-up conversation, which would, of course, lead to hot sweaty sex, as things typically went with her. She was so bold and brazen and aggressive, and these young hunks would be so caught off guard that they would let things carry on for far too long, till it was too late. She would complement them, brazenly admiring their hot bodies and handsome faces, and ponder how they were still single, or shame them for taking up with some young girl who wasn't there for them at the moment. She would of course be clad in very indecent clothing, a far cry from her professional outfits they knew her for. She would show off her big, mature tits and her juicy ass as she worked her magic, teasing and flirting bluntly, letting them all know she was down to fuck. And luckily for her, a lot of young college men wouldn't pass on an opportunity for hot sex, no matter who was offering, and before they knew it they were having better sex than any younger girl could give them. She would unashamedly share the details of her misadventures with her friends and compatriots, and it was Stella and Ellen who were most interested. With neither having the success that their friend did, they were eager to learn from the master. They wanted to learn just how their friend did it. How their friend could make young men bend to her iron will. And that's what brought them here. That's what spurred on their 'girl's weekend'. These three women were hunting for dick... and they were about to get it. Even Sonya was amazed at how easily her seduction of Tyler had gone. Alcohol was often a vital part in her seductions, as most younger men wouldn't be so open-minded to welcome her advances while sober. But Tyler... this young man was stone-cold sober and he still was eager. Very eager. He had responded to their advances so quickly, allowing himself to be stripped and seduced easily. The young man, despite what he might have said... he wanted this badly. He was dying for this. He wanted to get fucked. He needed to get fucked, especially by three older women who knew how to care for him properly. Most of Sonya's encounters were flings, but this one, Tyler... he might be a keeper. Hopefully, she could seal the deal with this one fully. "You want these?" Sonya cooed, her voice a lustful whisper as she cupped her big tits, the mature flesh oozing between her fingers. Tyler was almost brain-locked as he gawked at the older woman's wonderfully massive tits. He just stared at the older woman's perfectly huge breasts. "Come on, baby... Come to me." These women were far from the ideal. They were older than his mom, to start. They weren't skinny, either. They didn't have the tautness and firmness of the young women he had been taught to be attracted to. They had curves. They were thick. And they weren't even, like, good people. They were quite devious and mean, to be honest. But, the way their asses looked in those thongs... and the absolute massive, unreal size of their enormous, firm, round breasts, with those hard, suckable nipples too... as wrong as this whole thing was, Tyler had never wanted to fuck anyone more than he did with these three old sluts. He was just staring, unable to rip his eyes away from all the exposed flesh. He was gawking at Sonya's bare breasts, studying each graceful curve. Each square inch of smooth skin. They were positively mouth watering, and all he could think about was what he wanted to do to those mountainous orbs. All thoughts of Janie were gone, replaced by Sonya's giant boobs. He couldn't function. He couldn't think straight. He had to have them! With a young man's speed, he strode forward, diving face-first into the older woman's prodigious bust. "Oh my..." Sonya called out in surprise. The young man, in an almost feral state, rubbed his face against the soft, smooth, luscious breast flesh vigorously. His hands slid up her body and grabbed at her big tits, taking them into his palms, squeezing them desperately. So soft! So smooth! So big! So amazing! He squeezed them roughly, over and over again, savoring the sensation of her soft, mature breasts between his fingers, skin-on-skin. He had never felt a big pair of tits like this, so the sensation was mesmerizing. He couldn't get enough as he kept pawing at her. He gripped them roughly, his palms supporting the massive knockers as he rubbed his face against them harshly, feeling the soft, succulent flesh against every square inch of his face. A low animalistic growl was coming from his throat unconsciously. He had a hunger that needed to be satisfied. "C'mon, baby..." Sonya purred. "Suck my big tits!" Sliding his face down, he attacked the older woman's throbbing nipple, taking it into his mouth, sucking the hardened nub energetically. He held her heavy, full breast in his hands, supporting it as he sucked at the mammoth orb, trying to feed as much of her soft flesh into his hungry mouth as he could. "Yes, that's it! YES! Suck my tits, baby! You are so good at this! I knew you would be!" His energetic mouth switched between nipples, giving the other the same active worship, coating it with saliva, sucking it, biting it. "YES! Ladies... this boy is good!" Sonya moaned out as she clawed his scalp, holding him in place. His lustful titty-sucking echoed through the room, breaking the heated silence. He teased her hard nipples like the good lover he was, pleasuring the older woman's tits, flicking and sucking at her hard nubs. She reached around him, pulling his face against her, smothering his handsome face in between her bulbous tits. She held him roughly as she scrubbed her tits against his face, drowning him in softness as the massive orbs slamming into his face sent him into a daze. She watched his eyes glaze over, the pleasure and the lack of oxygen affecting him. She held in place just long enough before releasing him, his mouth gasping for air, tasting the flavor of her big, soft tits. His respite was short-lived as she leaned down, sliding her sinewy tongue down his throat. The young man made out with the older woman again as she pulled him up to a standing position, making the kiss deeper, their open mouths locked together, lips pressed against lips savagely. As they kissed, she could feel his throbbing weapon against her belly as he humped against her, seeking the pleasure he needed. The kiss was a sloppy one, the older woman almost indecently attacking his mouth with hers, her tongue a whirlwind. She pulled back slightly, allowing their dueling, saliva coated tongues to be visible. Despite the fact that the college student was making out with a middle-aged woman, he couldn't deny the lust of the kiss as he got into the groove, meeting her aggressive tongue with his own. He couldn't stop himself from letting his hands fall to her big, round, juicy ass, squeezing the meaty cheeks firmly. "College boy is loving this!" Ellen called out, putting her hand on his shoulder. Stella joined the kissing pair, and together, they guided the new couple towards the bed. Lost in the kiss, both Sonya and Tyler allowed themselves to be moved till Tyler's legs were pressed against the bed. Tyler was almost lost in the kiss, and he only regained his composure when he felt a firm shove against his chest, as Sonya pushed him back on the bed. Gaining his bearings, he looked down to see the three older women standing over him, looking down at him hungrily. He looked down to see his own stiff pillar rising from his groin, pointing right at them, aching with need. "Alright ladies," Sonya called out to her two friends as she looked down at Tyler's beefy cock. "Dinner is served! Let's feast!" Moving almost in sync, the three women fell to their knees, their faces hovering over his throbbing weapon. Sonya gripped the base of his cock as all three women drooled at the sight of the young dick under their noses. Again, at almost the same moment, the three women pounced, Stella and Ellen attaching their mouths to the sides of his shaft as Sonya swallowed the tip. "Ahhh! Shit!" Tyler called out, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. Ellen and Stella worshipped the sides, their mouths sucking at his meaty weapon as their tongues lavished it with pleasure. At the same time, Sonya bobbed on the tip, taking the thick meat down her throat easily, taking half of his girthy shaft into her hot mouth. Her tongue was sliding along the bottom of his cock, savoring its meaty flavor, teasing his sensitive prick in the process. She would bob up and down for a little bit, her plump lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, before she would settle on the tip, sliding her thick, sinewy tongue around his swollen mushroom tip, licking the pre-cum off of him as soon as it appeared. "Yes! Amazing!" Tyler moaned out, his hips rising from the bed as three older women attacked his cock with their hungry mouths. The three mouths were a whirlwind around his young dick as all three worked him over. Sonya released the tip from her loving mouth, sliding her lips down the underside of his shaft, only for Ellen to immediately take over, taking his cock into her mouth. For a few moments, Ellen was sucking him, Stella was working the shaft, and Sonya's active tongue was sliding against his nuts, worshipping his cum-filled sack. "Fuck, you're all so good!" Even if he wanted to leave, even though none of the women were digging their hands into his shoulders, keeping him in place like they did in the hot tub, he wouldn't be able to escape. Their amazing, sucking mouths were getting the job done, holding him in place with pure blissful pleasure. The three women were a blur as they sucked him off. His swollen, spongy tip would hit the cool air for a mere second before another hungry mouth would smoothly take it in. His cock was being worked over by the three women, each taking the opportunity to work every part of his meaty organ, the tip, the shaft, and the balls. The three middle-aged women were getting very well acquainted with the young man's nine-inch prick. His conservative upbringing had always kept him nervous about those dangerous, filthy college girls, but his relationship with Janie had protected him from those types of women. But no one warned him about those dangerous older women, the aggressive ones who wouldn't take no for an answer. The ones with those luscious mature, curvy bodies which wouldn't let you think straight. The ones who would stop at nothing to get a hold of some hard, thick, young cock. That left Tyler very vulnerable to their twisted machinations. So now, instead of having a gorgeous, sexy and slutty young college girl gnawing on his young cock, forming the beginning of a long sex-filled relationship with a girl his own age, as he probably should, he had now fallen victim to three predatory middle-aged women. Such youth shouldn't be wasted on the old, but these three relished the opportunity at corrupting this nice, good hearted young man, making the young man spend his prized sexual energy on these three old sluts. But Tyler wasn't thinking about his very soul being corrupted. They never do until it is too late. No, all he felt was pleasure. All he was thinking about was how good these three women were sucking his dick. His pulsing weapon was now coated in their combined, heated saliva, the smooth skin of his fat dick and soft scrotum slick with their spit. Looking down at the three older women working as one singular beast of lust, attacking his cock with their hungry, snarling mouths, like a mythical demoness of sex, pleasuring every part of his throbbing meat. Janie never sucked him like this. She was a bit daintier, settling for a knob polish, because that was as far as she was willing and able to go. But these three women... they attacked his cock without fear. Without hesitation. They sucked his cock and balls with vigor. With passion. They inhaled his meaty dick like it was their favorite meal, marinating it with their mature saliva, with a glaze of his pre-cum. Janie sucked him out of obligation. Like she knew she was supposed to do it, and simply gave him a cursory blowjob to keep him happy. But these three, they sucked cock because they loved it. As Stella inhaled his shaft and Sonya sucked on his nuts, Ellen pulled her swollen lips from his aching prick, crawling up the bed with a sneer on her face. "Alright, baby..." she began. "Your cock is delicious, but I think it's about time you return the favor." She crawled up and got on her knees, before straddling his face, so he was looking up at her dripping, mature twat. "You boys think you can just lie back and let us girls do all the work. But not with us... I think it's time you learned a valuable lesson." Tyler's eyes were wide as he stared up at the older woman's cunt, knowing what was about to come. "Um, I..." Tyler began, but she took pleasure in stifling out his words as she sat on his face. She ground her puffy mature lips against his mouth. "C'mon baby, open up," she commanded firmly. "I know you've wanted to eat my pussy from the second you met me. So, do it baby... open up that pretty mouth of yours and eat my fucking cunt!" Knowing there was no way out but forward, he had no choice but to open up his mouth. "Ahhhh! Yes, that's it baby! Yes! Let me feel that tongue! OH FUCK YES!" Tyler was tentative at first, taking a few small swipes at her puffy, mature lips. He slid his tongue against her, running the length of her cleft without really digging in, tasting her tangy mature juices. Tyler was a generous lover, and when he would eat Janie's vagina it really felt like the most intimate form of their love making. Hearing her soft moans and squeals as he ate her sweet pretty pussy was his reward for this one-sided act. But with Ellen, there was no intimacy. This was not love making. Ellen wanted this young man to tongue-fuck her slutty mature cunt and she would accept nothing less. "Get in there, baby. Don't be shy!" she cooed with evil intent. Tentatively, he extending his tongue further, parting her puffy lips, sliding his tongue against her sweet, mature cunt. "Oh, that's it, baby... that's it. Give me that tongue! YES!" He stabbed at her again and again, digging a bit deeper into her tight, dripping cunt, tasting more of her juices on his tongue. "Fuck me, babe! Fuck my nasty cunt!" Ellen sat up straight and put her hands on her hips, grinding her cunt against his mouth. She smiled evilly as she winced in pleasure. The young man below her worked up a good rhythm, fucking at her tight, dripping hole with his tongue, digging in deep, licking her inner walls. Savoring the flavor. It was even more impressive considering the twin blowjob he was still receiving from her two friends. "That's it, you fucking stud! Eat that cunt!" Ellen complimented, grinding into him. "This is where you belong... this is where all men your age belong. On your back, pleasuring the cunt of a beautiful, mature, older woman. You ungrateful little shits think the whole world's about you. You make all these women bend to your will just to make your lives easier. Your teachers, your mothers, all of these older women who you push aside in your perfect fucking lives. You all need to pay the toll. Return the favor. Give our cunts the worship they fucking deserve. So really fucking get in there and eat my cunt!" Tyler had his open mouth sealed around her mature pussy, his tongue digging deep, pleasuring the older woman. His tongue was becoming more active, sliding inside her, pulling out and caressing her distended lips and throbbing clit. "Oh, god, YES!" Ellen squealed. His muffled moans, and the wet suction from the two women sucking him off were the only sounds heard in the hotel room. "I know you love it, baby! I can feel your tongue all the way inside me! Yes! You must love my cunt much more than you love that little bitch you've been dating! Ughhh fuck!" Sensing he was into it, a twisted thought entered the librarian's mind. He was so absorbed in the act, his mouth so aggressively planted against her dripping cunt, his tongue so deep inside her... she decided to make her move. "Keep that tongue out, stud... keep that fucking tongue out," she began. "Keep that tongue against me when I do this!" Before he could react, she slid he hips forward, bending at the waist till his tongue was pulled from her clasping cunt, sliding against her flesh before his tongue slid straight up her ass-crack, and before he knew it, his tongue was pressed against the older librarian's tight butthole. "Mmmmphh!" Tyler groaned, pulling his tongue back into his mouth, trying to escape this predicament. He squirmed around, but the older woman sitting on his face and the two women sucking him off were able to hold him down, gripping his tight muscles to keep him in place. Old Ladies "Are you close?" Her voice was almost inaudible. "Very," I said, watching her wet fingers play at her clit. "Can you hold off for a bit, I don't want to end this yet, do you?" "Will you squeeze your breasts for me, Winn, both of them?" "Would you open your left leg more ... ya, thanks, you're really beautiful, Jen, you have a really beautiful body and really like your breasts." It has been a long time since I've awoken with a sense of shame. But that's what I was feeling this morning after the best sleep I've had in years: shame. But just for a moment, then a feel of exhilaration rushed in and with it a sexual jolt to my groin and I could see her again, leaning back against the wall, her fingers lost deep inside of her and that glow on her face as she watched me. God, it was just so amazing. When I made it downstairs for breakfast, Winn was already most of the way through hers. She quickly looked up as I sat down in the chair opposite and then a smile grew on her face that could have lit up the room. "God, Jen," she said almost in a whisper, "that was just so fucking fantastic," then she started to laugh, slowly at first but then her laugh became uncontrollable, and tears appeared in her eyes and then slowly ran down her cheeks. I was a little shocked at first; I thought she might be laughing at us, or even me, but she wasn't, she was laughing at the sheer audacity of our act and when I figured that out I joined her and we shook for a good three minutes. But she finally broke it off, throwing her serviette on her plate. "I've got to pee and I've got work to prepare for this morning sessions," she quickly got to her feet, "I'll see you at noon?" I nodded, and picked up the menu which was a blur, so I wiped my eyes with the serviette and that's when she leaned into me and squeezed my arm. "You are a fantastic, gorgeous woman, Jen. Am I ever glad I've met you," and she turned away again. 'And am I ever glad I met YOU,' I was saying to myself when I heard, "May I sit with you, Jen?" It was Marion Poole, my boss, or at least she will be my boss in another month or so. "What on earth were you laughing about?" she said, as she meticulously took her plates and cutlery from her tray. "Something just struck us as funny," I said, dismissively. I liked Marian, but I wasn't close to her. And she certainly wasn't someone I ever expected to get to know well, she just wasn't my type. She was about 30, very thin, pretty, with an intelligent, serious face, always impeccably groomed, and as near as I could tell, almost entirely humourless. And she had an earnest about her that made her a bit threatening and made me think of my daughter. As if to confirm my suspicion, Marion said, "I haven't laughed like that in years. I envy you." "Well, if it's any consolation, I haven't either." I gratefully accepted the coffee from the waitress and ordered then waited for what I knew would be a stilted conversation, but it was slow in coming. Marion, never gregarious, appeared unusually quiet. "Is any thing wrong?" I asked, hoping not, but wanting to start a conversation. Annoyance flickered on her face, "I'm finding I don't do well in situations like this; don't do well outside the narrow confines of my office. And I don't like it." Her response surprised me, greatly. Marian wasn't the type to talk about herself, she had always seemed an intensely private person, so much so that I didn't know anything about her except that she was an only child of elderly parents who had died, had an MBA from somewhere and lived on her own in a condominium in the north end of the city. Admitting a vulnerability seemed to be a whole new side of her. I had no idea what to say but wanting to avoid an awkward silence I asked, "Do you want to talk about it?" She was picking at her food with a fork, "I'd love to talk about it, I just don't know who to talk about it with." That was just so like her, I thought, so literal, "I was thinking with me," I said, somewhat sardonically, "like here. Now." She seemed oddly surprised by this and it seemed to cheer her up a little, "It's a big subject, Jen ..." I felt a bit insulted. "I'm a big girl, Marion." She was quiet, for a long time, clearly in thought. I didn't interrupt her and was glad when the waitress brought me my breakfast. "I like you, Jen and I trust you. I would like to talk to you about it, but not here, maybe when we get home." She smiled wanly, "OK?" "Is there anything I should bone up on?" I asked, trying to add a little levity to the conversation. But it didn't work. "No, I think I just need an ear." 'An ear it is,' I said to myself. 'I'll make sure to disengage my mind.' When I met her for lunch Winn's smile was even more warm and welcoming then usual, "Come," she said, "let's walk a bit." I fell in beside her feeling an excitement that surprised me, "You're looking rather ... what?" "Happy?" She bumped into me with her hip. "That was the most fantastic thing we did last night, just fabulous, I want you to know that." "I do know it, Winn, I feel the same way, and thanks. It took a lot of courage." "Our courage," she laughed, then she added, "and I have a suggestion to further test our courage." We walked a few steps while I speculated on what she might mean but something told me if I waited I'd know soon enough. "When we were sitting there last night, Jen, I wanted you to touch me." If she was self-conscious about this admission she sure didn't let it show, instead, she laughed heartily and bumped me with her hip again. "Can you imagine? I wanted you to touch me." Then she quickly added, "But you don't have to if you don't want to, of course. It's just that, if you do want to, I want you to know that I think I'd like it." I think she was waiting for me to respond, but I didn't, I was speechless. Masturbation is one thing, this would be something else again. I said nothing and she changed the subject, but not her demeanor, it's as if she thought I just needed some time to think about it. And she was right. It ate at me all afternoon. I could barely concentrate. In our sessions I went through the motions, pretending to be paying attention, but I wasn't. I could only see the reflection of Winn in the mirror, with her pendulous breasts lying low on her stomach and her rounded belly roiling as her wet fingers disappeared into her hairy pussy. It was scary. I have never had thoughts like this, well, yes, my daughter, but those thoughts didn't count. "Are you mad at me ... again?" She was laughing over the phone, that throaty laugh of hers and it sounded like she hadn't a care in the world. "No, of course not." "Then join me for a drink." God, she was just so cheerful, so sure of herself, while I have so many doubts, so much fear. I hesitated, thinking up an excuse, "I have some work to prepare for ..." "Get serious. We're leaving tomorrow afternoon; I want to spend as much time with you as I can. The drinks are poured." I went, embarrassed it would require so little convincing. I walked through the open door surprised to see Winn in a bathrobe. I went directly to the chair and sat down and the moment I did she moved to within a few feet of me, "Have I got this wrong, Jen? I could have sworn that while you were looking at me last night, you wanted exactly what I want." "I don't know what I want," then I quickly added, "Why is this so easy for you?" "Because I'm going back to my hum-drum life tomorrow. But that's then, this is now and right now I want to be with you in any and every way I can. You excite me, Jen, you just flat-out excite me in every way imaginable; I'm just excited to be around you." I didn't know what 'any and every way' meant. "What do you want to do?" I didn't think I was ready for anything more then we did last night. "I want to be close to you, Jen. I want to hold you and talk to you." God, I felt so stupid. I thought she might be heading towards some sort of lesbian act. "I'd like that, too." "Good," she said, "I've been thinking of this all day. I know exactly how I want to do it." She stripped off her bath robe and crawled onto the bed with her back against the headboard, "Sit down here," she said, leaning forward to pat the bedspread in front of her. I didn't move. She seemed almost lewd, sitting there in her tan panties and bra. "Oh, come on, I just wanted to get comfortable." Her smiled was so open and innocent she seemed absolutely unthreatening so I got up and did as I was told, sitting down in front of her curled legs with my back to her. "OK," she said with her hands on my sweater, "now I want you get comfortable, too." And she started to remove my sweater. I stopped her, "Jez, Winn, what are you doing?" When she playfully slapped my hands away I could sense a little irritation so I let her removed my sweater and when she told me to remove my pants to be as comfortable as she was I did, I wasn't going to but she seemed so disarmingly honest and unthreatening, I did, and she pulled me down and placed my head on her lap and squirmed a little to get comfortable. "I've thought about your daughter a lot, Jen, and here's what I've come up with," she was gently caressing my hair and I was slowly calming down. "Is she sexually active? I didn't know, but I didn't think so because she always seemed either to be at work or at home, so I speculated that probably in the past month, at least, she hadn't been. "Then it's a good bet that she's probably pretty horny, right?" I agreed. "So maybe she isn't so much horny for you, maybe she's just horny, period, and you're just there." I had never thought of this and I felt a brief flash of disappointment, but it made sense. She had never looked at me as she had in the past month so I agreed with Winn that this was a real possibility, probably the most likely possibility so after my flush of disappointment I felt relief. "So if you sort of tried to help her, like you were considering, maybe it would be entirely the wrong thing to do, I mean it's not a mother's job to sexually satisfy the daughter." I had been concentrating so hard on the conversation and trying to imagine what my daughter was thinking, that I hadn't realized that Winn's fingers were now on my upper chest and they were heading south. "What are you doing, Winn?" She pulled me up by the shoulders and quickly unfastened my bra and let me down again, removing my bra in the process. "I'm touching you, Jen, like I imagined all day I'd be touching you, do you mind?" She was leaning forward just a little so her large breasts in the tan bra were hanging over my head and her fingers were lightly touching the undersides of my breasts. My nipples were as stiff as they get. I fought off the urge to object, just like in the past 24 hours I had fought off all my urges to object, and I forced my thoughts back to my daughter, "You're right about Shelley, Winn, I think you're dead on." "But you should have a talk with her, shouldn't you? I mean, shouldn't you know what she's thinking — about sex, about her lesbianism, about her emotional state, I mean, that IS your duty, isn't it?" Her fingers where on my breasts now, almost at my nipples and I have never been so turned on so fast — partly because she was being so helpful, so involved with my thoughts about my daughter; I just felt so much love for her, emotional and sexual so at the very moment she touched my nipples I almost involuntarily flipped over and pushed my head into her stomach, my face into her belly and I grabbed at her waist and squeezed as hard as I could and just held on, shocked at where I was but glad I was there, conscious of how soft her pantied belly was against my face and how soothing her hands were as she gently pulled at my hair, like she was giving me a scalp massage. I lay like that until my arms grew tired but when I released them, she slid down beside me and pulled me into her, with my face against her shoulder. I could smell her, part perfume, part sweat, it was faint at first, musky, sweet ... and alluring and I went to it, pressing my face along her soft shoulder until my nose was near her arm pit, and then she lifted her arm and the scent grew stronger and I could feel her wetness against my nose and I just lost it. I scrambled onto her, forcing my knee between her legs and I wrapped my legs around her thigh and as I pushed my face further into her arm pit, further into her exquisite scent, I locked my pussy tight to her fleshy thigh as she brought it up driving it into me and then I could feel her hand pushing my face further into her and I bucked against her leg, pushing my pussy as hard as I could into it and I could hear myself cry into her flesh as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me like nothing I had ever felt before and I road with it, hard at first, pounding my pussy at her, screaming into her wet smelly arm pit and I stayed with it, humping her, not wanting it to stop and it didn't, not for the longest time but then it began to taper and mid-way through, my passion all but spent, I realized what I had done and I desperately pushed myself off her, anxious to get away, back to my room, back to my city, back to my state — back to my husband. But she caught me by the wrist. "Oh, no you don't." And she pulled me back beside her and she leaned into me, almost pinning me to the bed. That's when she kissed me, very lightly, more reassuringly than sexually and I let her, my guilt almost more than I could bare. "What's the matter?" She was looking down on me, smiling and I turned away. But she pulled at my cheek, forcing me to look at her, "What's the matter?" "God, I'm sorry, Winn," I closed my eyes to her face, "I don't know what happened." She bent down and kissed me again, lingering a little longer this time, "Thank you, Jen, you made me feel unbelievably special — that was the most fantastic thing I've ever felt." I opened my eyes at this, wondering if she was teasing. But she wasn't, I could see it in her eyes and I pushed myself into her, "I'm just so fucking lucky to have met you, Winn." We were both quiet for a few minutes, me pushing against her, she holding me into her, then she said, dreamily, "That was just so unbelievably fucking fabulous. A gorgeous woman like you doing that on me, I could never dream of such a thing." She hesitated for a moment, as if in thought, "You were just fantastic, Jen, unbelievable. It was like a dream I will never ever forget." Her voice and her words sounded so honest, so sincere I felt a love for her, a passion so strong that I pushed at her hips and when she lay on her back I moved up and pressed my lips into hers and I began to kiss her like a lover, slowly at first but my passion soon took over and so did hers. She was strong than me; she was pulling me down and her mouth was open and she was forcing mine into her hers and her noises sounded almost desperate so I pushed away and pinned her by the shoulders as I kissed her, dragging my tongue along her lips and into her mouth, fencing with her tongue. That's when I felt her hips begin to jerk spastically on the bed and I realized her needs. I sat up and when I pulled at her panties, she lifted her bum allowing me to removed them, then I lay with my head on her belly, my face just inches from her thick forest and I moved my fingers along her fleshy thigh and when they entered her I was surprised at how wet she was, and how big, far bigger than me. She shifted, I think she was putting a pillow under her head, and then she opened her legs a little more. I was kissing her belly when she said, "I didn't know I could feel like this." And I didn't either, I had no idea and I was fascinated, fascinated that my cheek was now in her hair, fascinated that I wanted to taste her, to suck on her, to feel my face inside her deep wet cunt. It was the smell again. An uncontrollable lust took over me. I sprang to me knees, pushed roughly at her knees and buried my face in her as I sucked and drank and marveled at her taste and smell and thrilled at her passion. She had grabbed my thigh high at the crotch and she was squeezing me, using me for leverage as she pushed her pussy at my face, rubbing against me and sucking on my leg. Her cries were high pitched squeals of utter abandon, I could hear them and feel them wet against my leg and her hands closed on my thigh, just beneath my pussy, like a tourniquet and she squeezed and squeezed as she bucked at my face, pushing me deeper into her. Then, suddenly, there was silence, all movement stopped — she just hung on and I could feel it on my face, spasm after spasm washed through her and with each ripple I sunk further into her until I couldn't breath and her wet hot ooze seemed to suck at my face. It scared me, I tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let me, her thighs gripped my face like a vice and then she began to slowly work at me as if wanting to extract the last measure of pleasure — but I had to leave, I needed breath, I broke free and rested on her soft flesh thigh. I panted for a minute, trying to get my breath back and it took a minute more to feel my heart begin to calm and I studied it, the source of all my pleasure. She had a long, wide crack, far longer than mine and her lips were thick and so swollen that her hair seemed to grow in all directions. And I could smell her, a dense, musky smell that seemed heavier than air. I moved in and nudged my lips against her slit and teased her inner lips with my tongue, hoping I could coax a little more from her but she had had enough and pulled at me, but before I left I bit her lightly, playfully on her magnificent, hairy lip and she laughed. Her flight left three hours before mine. I spent the time before my flight in the bar sipping a drink while pretending to listen to Marion Poole's views on the seminar. I could have cared less, of course, I wanted nothing more than to be left alone with my memories but eventually, perhaps from the alcohol, her conversation turned: it took about two hours and three drinks but for the first time in her life Marion Poole came out and her relief at finally admitted to someone — and maybe even to herself — that she was gay seemed fantastically liberating and when I took her hand and squeezed it and said, 'I think that's wonderful,' she cried. I held her hand all the way home. But it wasn't Marion Poole I was thinking about when I awoke the next morning, at least not yet, it was Winn White and my guilt. I was riddled with it, and I deserved to be — and I had to understand it. Mercifully, I had a little time to try to sort it all out because Jack was off to his regular Saturday morning golf game and my time was my own. About five minutes of it and then there was a knock on the door and Shelley entered, dressed only in a short, tight nightie. "I called you, you know." She was standing beside the bed looking down at me. "Called me?" "Two nights ago. I called you every hour on the hour. You answered the phone at 7 in the morning." To dead air, I remembered. "Where were you?" She sat on the bed. She was more annoyed than curious. "I don't have to explain my time to you, Shelley." I said the words calmly, but my head was reeling for a lie. "You were out all night, mom. Where were you?" "Where do you think I was?" "I think you were with a man." "You're wrong, I was with a woman." Stay as close to the truth as you can, that's the best kind of lie, so that's the way I started out but I couldn't lie, not to my daughter. I calmly explained that Winn and I were the 'Outcasts' in a group of younger women and while each night they painted the town red we just talked. Here's where it got sticky. "Then the last night, the night you phoned, we went a little farther than talk, I don't know how it happened, but, ... well, I guess we had been away from home for awhile and we were around all these healthy young woman and their hormones, and well, we ... ah, masturbated together." The shock on Shelley's face would have been comical had the situation not been so serious and so delicate. "Then after, we sort of held each other and went to sleep. I answered your call the next morning. There was no one on the line." Old Ladies Shelley's anger evaporated. Now there was pain on her face, the yearning pain I had seen so often throughout the past month. "You never hold me." I don't know if it was her look, relief that she seemed to have accepted my story or whatever else, but I threw the sheet back and said, "I'd love to hold you, Honey, in my mind I've never stopped holding you, not since that first day 25 years ago." It wasn't a good idea. I had forgotten I had on a rather skimpy nightie (I had been away almost a week) and I didn't count on her intensity. She almost threw herself at me, throwing her leg over me and I could feel her hand reach up under my nighties to grip my buttocks. I sprung out of bed and was about to yell at her but when I looked down, all I could feel was pity. She was in a prenatal curl and she was about to cry. I bent down and kissed her on the cheek, "Sorry, Honey, my fault," I laughed, trying to make light of it, "I'd better make sure to have on a few more clothes the next time I hug you." And I left for the washroom. It was during my shower that it occurred to me and I was surprised I hadn't thought of it earlier. When I got out of the shower I quickly arranged for Shelley to have dinner with Marion Poole. "Well, how did you two get along?" I said, as she quickly passed through the kitchen the next morning. I had been awake all night waiting for her to come home. She didn't answer, and she didn't need to, her smile spike volumes. Winn called me a week or so later. We talked of husbands and kids and life — we talked of our realities.