24 comments/ 42205 views/ 11 favorites Sexy Senior Citizens By: thecarolinadreamer Author's notes: . I found this gathering dust in the corner of my hard drive. I had completed the first draft on a little better than three chapters of what I hoped to be a much longer work, before writer's block sat in and I put it aside to write Momma and Me. Since I don't like the idea of 13 submissions, (now don't tell me I'm superstitious, I THINK OF IT AS NOT TAKING CHANCES.), I decided to dust it off, write it a little tighter, and see what you guys thought about it. Is it worth the effort to continue writing? (You're a tough bunch of critics, if you think something is a waste of time, you don't hesitate to say it.) Because it was planned as a longer work, you'll notice characters mentioned that were to come into play later. As always, I welcome your comments and details on what you think I've done wrong; as well as your suggestions on how to improve the story if I decide to finish. THANKS the dreamer. ***** CHAPTER ONE The small town of Jones Corner, located on a major US highway, rested for over a century in what people called the Carolina Low -country. It existed mainly as a supply point for farmers and a bedroom community for people who wanted country living, and didn't mind a long drive twice a day, in order to make good money working at a major defense plant. Anyone who wanted to eat and not cook had to drive at least twenty miles to one of the larger towns. Back in the fifties, a fellow named Joe Appleby got the idea to open a little Mom and Pop type place, serving what today would be called fast food. Joe Appleby's Place, as the locals called it, was an instant hit. They served homemade sandwiches and desserts of all kinds, but the item that put him on the map, of places to eat, was the lowly hamburger. There were very few, who sunk their teeth into the third pound freshly butchered beef patty served on a slightly toasted bun, that didn't come back time and again for another. Joe was a pretty sharp business man, so he decided there was no reason that people in the other towns wouldn't feel the same as his customers. He visited the local bank, there was only one, and in a few weeks a replica of Joe Appleby's Place was springing up in the neighboring town. "Joe, a name like Joe Appleby's Place is too damn long." Mike Jones, a decedent of the founder of Jones Corner and Joe's best friend since childhood, remarked, one freezing January morning; removing his hat and coat while waiting for an order of "sh*t on the shingle," also known in the more civilized world as "Creamed beef on toast." What made it different from most others was Joe used ground hamburger meat, seasoned to perfection. Nobody knew exactly what he seasoned it with, not even Mike. "What do you mean, too long? It's my name." "Yeah, Joe, I know it's your name but it just don't sing—you know what I mean, it's not catchy." "Catchy, huh?" Joe mulled it over in his mind all morning. By the time Mike came in for his afternoon cup of coffee, Joe realized his friend was right. He joined Mike with a fresh pot and by the time the friends had finished the pot, what would one day become the JAPS restaurant chain was born. JAPS—short for Joe Appleby's Places. JAPS, the favorite meeting place for locals, made money, some would say "hand over fist," until that fateful day, several years later when a state surveying crew ordered lunch at JAPS and let the cat out of the bag. The Interstate was no longer just a rumor; a major exchange would be located less than a mile from JAPS. "Oh, hell!" Mike's words of wisdom for Joe were short that morning. "Everybody flocks to something new, Joe. The new fast food places will wipe you out, unless you come up with a great idea soon." Great ideas were Joe's specialty. He made trip to the bank and called a good contractor. By the time the first car pulled off the Interstate; it had a choice between two well-known fast food restaurants and JAPS. True, the Yankees traveling I 95, had never heard of JAPS, but Joe had played two cards; JAPS now looked like an up and coming fast food place, with a lot of the "Old South Look," on the outside, while inside it was roomy and arranged for diners to eat and run, but there were also corners where groups could sit and talk as long as they desired, while sipping on bottomless cups. Joe had hit the jackpot. The senior citizens, known locally as the JAPS Gang, and then shortened to just, the Gang, had already formed the habit of swapping lies in JAPS for most of the morning. Their numbers grew and their cars were sitting in the parking lot. It was only natural for people to be curious about that many customers in an unheard of place, and they just had to see for themselves. Once treated to JAPS great food and service, many passed the word, and JAPS became the favorite place for not only locals, but the North-South tourist trade as well. CHAPTER TWO A few years passed. Mike retired and became unofficial leader of the gang. They spent every morning, if they didn't have a doctor's appointment, enjoying the house special, a SOS plate. Then they would hang around drinking free coffee until eleven while telling some of the biggest lies ever heard in the Low-country. That in itself was a noteworthy accomplishment, for the area had long been known for its tall tales. Mike was a widower who hadn't let himself go after losing his wife. Standing just a tad over six feet, with a full head of silvery white hair, and a body formed by years of hard work, he was considered a catch by the widows and divorcees, who gathered at JAPS each morning. In fact, more than a few women, who fell in neither category, had slipped Mike a folded paper with their numbers while mouthing "call me." Mike, being a pillow of the community, would have summarily dismissed such shenanigans. However, being one of the few male members of the Gang, whose plumbing always worked, felt it his duty to keep up moral on the home front. While the husbands toiled away keeping the Navy equipped and ready to protect the world, Mike kept their wives happy. Unfortunately at least one of the Gang's women, probably one who had a vacant spot she felt only Mike could fill, made a call to the husband of this morning's winner of "Mike's Queen For A Day," or at least "Queen For An Hour or Two" contest. When Mike's selection of the day opened her door to Mike, he took her into his arms, showering kisses over her face and neck. He continued to hug her with one arm, while the other hand slipped under her top, where he found she hadn't bothered with a bra that morning. "Auhhh," she moaned as he rubbed each breast in turn. When he tweaked her nipples between thumb and forefinger, she started tearing at his clothes. "Easy, baby. I got to wear these things out of here." He stopped loving on her long enough to help her remove his clothes. As soon as she pulled down his boxers, his engorged cock flopped almost in her face. It wasn't porn star sized, but it was of a respectable length and if it had any more girth, few women would be able get it in their mouth. She didn't hesitate. She wrapped both hands around it, gave it a few strokes, licked the purplish glans, and then took it in her mouth. She sucked on it like a Pro, until Mike pushed her away. "Hold up, Baby," everybody was Baby to Mike. That way he wouldn't make the mistake of calling out the wrong name in the throes of passion. "You keep that up and you'll miss the main event." He helped her strip down to her panties and then scooped her up as easily as he would a child, and carried her to her bedroom. Mike laid her gently on the bed, and then he leaned over and started kissing on her. He began at her feet and worked his way up her leg. She spread her legs widely, allowing him easy access to her inner thigh; she tensed when he reached her cotton panties, as if she expected him to spend a little time in that area. The musky odor of a turned on woman, mixed with just the hint of a perfume Mike couldn't readily identify, filled his nostrils as he traced the outline of her vee then moved to the skin just above her hairy cunt. She squirmed as he made his way, with quick, nippy kisses, up to her breast. Her breasts were full, yet stood firmly away from her chest. Age and gravity hadn't had time to do their work. Nipples, the size of small marbles, protruded from caramel colored aureoles. They looked like cherries atop an ice cream sundae. Mikes tongue slithered around first one , then the other, before he took one in his lips and tugged on it to see just how far he could get it to stand out. Her hands were tearing at him, feeling every part of his body she could reach, before she discovered she could get her hand on the cock she needed so badly. She wrapped her hand around it and started pumping. That started feeling too good and Mike knew he better move on to bigger and better things. "Hurry!" She urged, while lifting her hips to facilitate removal of her white panties, when he caught the waistband and started tugging them off her shapely hips. Mike noticed her panties were wet, and as he tugged them past her ankles, he finally identified the heady fragrances; Wind Song and pussy, filled the air. Dropping them on the floor, he crawled onto the bed. He positioned himself on all fours, between her legs. She spread them as wide as she could while he got in position, then getting a better idea she pulled her knees as far toward her shoulders as she could. Mike helped by catching under her legs and propping her legs over his broad shoulders while he kneeled in position and swiped the head of his cock through her moist slit, letting her juices coat it for easier entry. Placing his stiff cock on her moist labia, he shoved gently. He could feel the head of his cock slip into her warm, slick passage. Her cunt's inner muscles resisted briefly but when she wiggled they relaxed and he slipped in until their pelvic hairs meshed. "Uhhh," she groaned trying to push up against him. "Yessss," she moaned when Mike withdrew until the head was barely in her channel, and then shoved it back in as deep as it would go. He continued with long, slow strokes. She was groaning with each stroke, while Mike muttered things like, "Oh! Oh! Oh, Baby, I can't take much of this." Finally, when he really could stand no longer, his cock started diving in and out like the piston on a revved up V-8. "Awwww! Ohhhhhh! Yessssss, give it to me," she shouted loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Her entire body shuddered, then relaxed. Mike's balls actually hurt when they pumped shot after shot of sperm into her spent pussy. They were lying side by side, enjoying the afterglow, when the front door banged open and one very pissed off husband stormed into the bedroom. The naked couple sprang up, searching for their clothes; unfortunately, they were out by the front door and a completely unreasonable husband stood in the way. "This ain't what it looks like, Honey," the wife said, lifting a leg to pull on her panties. Mike could see his cum dripping down her thigh, so there was no way the husband could miss it. "What the hell is it then!" the husband roared. "It looks just like you let this old fart fuck you." He started for his wife, who was on the other side of the bed from Mike, so Mike tried to get to his clothes. Faster than Mike thought possible, the husband jumped to block his way, took one swing, which caught Mike squarely in the eye, and turned his attention back to his wife. Mike was no coward; this was just a time for flight rather than fight. He hurried to collect his clothes and was almost dressed when he heard, "You Bitch!" followed by a sharp slapping sound, "Don't you ever hit me again, you limp dick bastard!" Another equally sharp slap followed, but this time he thought was from a smaller hand. Mike took a quick look into the bedroom where the couple were hanging on to each other, apologizing and promising never to do it again. Assured they weren't going to kill each other, Mike was about to leave when the wife, who was facing him, made a "call me" sign with her hand. Mike gave her a thumb up sign, received a kissing gesture from the wife, and went to JAPS. CHAPTER THREE Mike bought a drink and some fries; getting caught fucking a guy's wife had a way of making you hungry, and then he claimed his normal seat back in the gang's corner. Only Jody and Carrie were present. He noticed Jody had finally got Carrie to sit close to him. Jody, who used to be a major player, and claimed to still be available—that is, he claimed it when his wife wasn't around, was always coming on to all the women. Carrie seemed to be his favorite target. Carrie was a pleasingly plump widow of about fifty five who claimed she hadn't had an oil check since her husband died. She kept reminding Jody he was married, but Jody continued to try to slip his hand under her behind when she sat close enough. Strangely enough, for one who protested so much, she almost always chose to sit close to Jody. Today, Mike saw she was actually sitting on Jody's hand and Jody was grinning like the cat that ate the canary, especially when he saw Mike approaching. Carrie had no idea anyone was around, for the gang's corner was as secluded from the rest of the dining room as Joe could make it. "Stop—you're just being bad. Why can't you behave like Mike, he's always a gentleman." She was protesting, but still sitting on Jody's hand, wiggling her bottom. Suddenly she jumped up like she'd been shot. She had just realized they had company. "Oh, it's only you Mike. I was afraid it was one of the gossips." She rearranged her dress as she spoke. Finally she got a good look at Mike's face and saw the shiner he was sporting. "What happened?" She was all motherly as she examined Mike's black eye. "Damn fellow!" Jody had a good idea of what happened. He'd noticed wifey pass the note to Mike when she left after breakfast. He also saw Lucy, who wanted Mike to eat crackers in her bed, so bad she could taste it, go outside to make a phone call as soon as Mike left. It didn't mean anything to him at the time, or he'd have given Mike a warning. After all, men who were players had to stick together; even if they were competitors "You should have ordered steak and told them not to cook it. That's a real shiner you have there. Was it worth it?" "No comment." Mike knew the price one sometimes had to pay for playing. Remembering the moaning and how it felt when he was buried in her to the hilt, Mike grinned. "Hell yeah!" he answered. Two cups of coffee later only Fay, a tall angular widow had joined the Gang. She had sat on the bench, as close to Jody as she could get. Carrie, still at Jody's other side, looked daggers at her. Jody was in heaven; he just wished some of the other men would come in and see them. Maybe then they would believe him when he claimed he still had "it." He was so horny he had to make it with somebody. His wife was spending a week with the girls at Edisto Beach, so nobody would be checking on him. He'd never get a better chance. The problem was, as long as both Fay and Carrie could hear his question, neither would agree to meet him. There was no need to ask. First the girls left; then Mike finally followed. Jody had a few errands he needed to run; that would give both Fay and Carrie time to reach home before he called. He tried Carrie first, but didn't get an answer. "Oh well" he thought, "Carrie's my first choice; especially considering the way she wiggled her plump ass on my hand today; but Faye ran a close second. I'll just see how it feels to saddle up a skinny woman instead of a plump one." When Faye didn't answer either, Jody tried every woman he thought might want to play. He struck out every time. "Just my luck—one week I can play, and nobody to play with." Jody thought. He had a few things that needed finishing around the house, so he decided to get those out of the way and then go back to JAPS for supper. (In that corner of the world, the meals were breakfast, dinner, and supper, in that order.) JAPS was crowded with tourist when he got there, but none of his friends were about. Since nobody ever claimed it took much to entertain a country boy, he chose a seat by the entrance, where he could watch women from the time they got out of the car until they ordered. He was about to go home to watch TV when his patience was rewarded. After a constant parade of run-of-the-mill women, he hit the jackpot. A short, petite black haired woman got out of a fairly new Corvette. When she did, her dress slipped up almost to her love nest. Before she could pull her too short dress back down, Jody got a good look at her perfectly shaped legs, and a glimpse of fire-engine-red panties. His eyes followed her all the way to the counter. Jody was aware of the old saying, "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder," but any eye that didn't behold beauty in this woman was blind. Jody knew a pretty woman when he saw one and this apparition now before him, in a Barbie Doll shaped body, complete with a fine featured face, a cute turned up nose, and boobs that would make a handful even for his big hands, was a beautiful woman. She moved out of his sight in order to pick up her order and Jody thought he'd had his thrill for the day. He looked out the window again at another woman walking across the lot. She wasn't as hot as the last one, but she'd do in a pinch. When she went to the restroom before entering the food area, Jody looked to his left again and almost fell off his seat. The petite woman had chosen a table just across from him, one of those high jobs with bar stools. In her short, tight dress she had trouble getting up on the stool while keeping things covered. She finally made it, but she was sitting so that her knees were at Jody's eye level. When she reached for her cup, her knees parted and Jody got a good view of the red panties. If he wasn't mistaken, that was tendrils of black hair peeking out of the leg bands. If only Mike and the boys were here—they'd never believe him tomorrow. "Got far to go?" Jody asked when she caught him staring. "Disney World," she replied. "Do you know how long it will take from here?" Her voice had a strong hint of the Irish. "Took me six hours, last time I went' Jody replied. "Of course I wasn't driving a hot Corvette. That thing of yours is a beauty." "Thank you; do you like the car too?" If he hadn't finished his fries, he would have choked. "Beauty and wit," Jody said. "A rare combination these days." She grinned, showing off a perfect set white teeth, outlined by puffy looking lips, covered in bright red lipstick, which was now smeared from eating. They talked while she finished her meal. Both were sorry to end it. Before parting, she emptied half of the bushel bag that women call a handbag, over the table. "A girl needs to touch up her face," she said, dabbing on little lipstick. Jody thought she was stalling. "Want to go for a beer? It's about the only thing you can buy in this town after sundown." "Thanks, but I better not. I'm married and I don't think my husband would approve of my drinking with another handsome man, even if he is old enough to be my father." "Ouch! You know how to hurt a guy, even while you're paying a compliment." She just flashed Jody a smile that would shame even the sun, and then piled everything back in her bag and walked to the door. "Wait! You didn't tell me your name." She stopped and turned. "I didn't, did I?" One more smile and she was out the door. "Damn! Another fish that got away, and this one was trophy class. Sure wish I had a picture to show the Gang tomorrow," Jody thought. He sat there a few minutes, reviewing what had just happened, before getting up to leave. That's when he spotted it; her billfold had fallen on the floor and she hadn't seen it. Grabbing it he rushed to the door, but the corvette was gone. "Now what do I do?" He thought. Sexy Senior Citizens Her driver's license identified her as Zoey Clark, of Pittsfield, MA. "Great," Jody thought, "pretty name, but no help in getting this back to her before she gets home." Jody knew she'd be back as soon as she missed her wallet. She'd be back that is, if she had enough money to get back; all her cards seemed to be in the wallet. He couldn't sit there all night waiting for her. If she had gotten back on I-95, it could be hours before she noticed it was gone. Maybe she is staying for the night, he thought. He fired up his ragged old Ford pick-up, the one he'd used before he quit logging, and started checking all the motels. The Motor Mansion was his last chance. He swung into the parking lot, but saw no corvette. They had a few units in back; he drove behind the main building and "Bingo!" The corvette was parked in front of the room 106. Jody parked directly behind it, and knocked on the 106's door. "Who is it?" a voice said from inside. "The man you talked with in JAPS. I have something of yours." "I didn't talk with no JAP." "No, it's the name of the fast food place where you ate tonight." Jody was puzzled. The voice sounded nothing like the lady in JAPS. Still, he was certain this was the corvette. "Lady, do you know whose car this is parked in front of your room?" Jody was giving it one last try. "No! And if you don't get away from here, I'm calling the cops. "What's going on?" Jody recognized the voice from the darkness immediately. "I have something I think belongs to you, Zoey." "Well," she replied, "I have to give you southern men an A for originality. I don't think I've heard that line before." Then she remembered she hadn't given him her name, and started worrying. Just how did he learn her name? "Where's your wallet?" Jody asked. "In my room. Why?" "Better check. I think the wallet in my pocket is yours." "Wha..." Zoey unlocked room 108 and rushed inside. She left the door open so Jody followed. She took a quick look in her bag and when the wallet wasn't in its normal place, she dumped all the contents on the bed. The wallet wasn't there. "Where...?"She began to ask, when Jody handed her the wallet. "You dropped it in JAPS. When I saw it, you had already left." Jody couldn't take his eyes off her. This was one hot woman. "I had to ride all over town searching for your car." He pointed to his ragged pick-up. "My truck was new when I started. Seems to be an ancient old man deserves something for his troubles," he teased. "I agree," she said when she stopped laughing. Pulling a handful of bills out, she extended them to him. Jody jumped back, grabbing his heart. "You break my heart." He pretended to wipe away tears that were running down his cheeks. "To think—you'd offer mere money for such service. The least you could do is have a beer with me while I bask in your beauty." "You old fraud." She playfully tapped his shoulder. "I told you I was a married woman." "So what? I'm married too. Where's your husband?" "At sea with the Navy. He's been gone for three months now and he still has three more to go." She looked kind of wistful saying three to go. "Well, my wife has gone to the beach with her friends, leaving me alone the whole week. Since we both have to be alone, why don't we be alone together for a few hours tonight?" "You know," Zoey said, "that's so screwed up it almost makes sense." She hesitated, thinking, about how much she enjoyed talking to this man during diner. "Okay, why not? I do owe you big time for getting my wallet back with all the cards intact. You wouldn't believe what a hassle it was the last time I lost my cards." She touched up her make-up, straightened her hair and turned to the door. "Let's go," she said, "I'll even pay." "Not in your lifetime, little lady; you're in the South now. When a southern man takes a lady out, he takes care of everything." He took her arm in his and when she tried to go to the corvette, he skillfully diverted her to his old truck. "Bet you aren't used to your dates driving you around anything this this classy, are you?" "I can honestly say, I've never ridden in anything like this before," she answered. A short ride put them at "Cowboy Bob's" a little country and western place where you could get just about anything you wanted, any time you wanted it. Bob had a good working relationship with the sheriff; he stayed out of Cowboy Bob's and Bob didn't let any trouble start. If he saw you had all you could safely carry, he gave you a free cup of coffee and had two guys, who looked like a cross between a grizzly bear and a NFL linebacker, carry you home. One drove your car and the other brought him back. Once the local town bully decided Bob wasn't telling him when to stop drinking. He got the shit beat out of him right in front of all the customers. Before the grizzly bears dragged him out for his trip home, they assured every person present signed a notarized statement; (yes Bob employed one of those also,) saying they saw the bully fall over a stool several times on his way to the door. Bob didn't bother the sheriff and the sheriff didn't bother Bob. The three piece band, two guitars and a fiddle, was made up of home boys and sounded better than usual, as Jody escorted Zoey to a booth in back. Zoey turned more than a few heads, as they walked back, but the look on Jody's face warned them no help was needed. "Wach yall wont," the waitress asked almost as soon as Jody helped Zoey into her seat and then slid in beside her. She was quickly back with a beer for him and wine for her. They sipped their drinks while talking, first about the world in general, then about their teenage experiences. After they finished their third round with the fourth on the way, Jody began letting his tales get a little more colorful. Zoey's cheek looked like she was in a constant blush, and she giggled at everything he said. She obviously was not a drinker, at least not in the same class as most of the women who patronized Cowboy Bob's. "Boss says da nex roun is coffee," the waitress said as she placed their drinks on the table. "I love to hear her talk," Zoey said leaning heavily on Jody's shoulder. "And I'd love to see you dance," Jody said, when his favorite song, Twilight Time began. Reluctantly, she followed him onto the floor, but came willingly into his arms as they began to sway with the music. It had been a long time since Zoey had felt a man's arms around her and it felt good. She moved in tight against him as they continued to dance through another slow song. Then she felt something else she hadn't felt in a long time, a rock hard shaft pressing against her. She surprised herself when she ground her hips against the protrusion. The next song was "rock-a-billy" so they returned to the booth. A container of hot coffee and the makings were waiting on their table, so while they sipped on it, Jody's hands played across her arms and face, sometimes tenderly teasing her earlobes. Every time he touched her ear, she shivered; he had found one of her hotspots. When the hand touching her ear slipped on around her head and pulled it to his face, she came willingly. His tongue flickered across her lips once...twice...on the third time she welcomed it with her own. The kiss deepened and she could feel a tingle in her loins. "Aaaaah," she moaned, when a hand slipped under her top. She twisted and sucked on his lower lip while his thumb and forefinger gently squeezed her nipple. "I didn't know an old man could still do this," she thought, just before his fingers left her breast and stroked the inside of her thighs. She couldn't help it; her body had a mind of its own. The fingers sneaking up her inner thigh reached her red panties, and then played across her stiff hair. Her hips wiggled slightly in response. The fingers continued across her mound and down her other thigh, then began a second pass. This time when they rubbed her hair through her panties, she responded by pushing against them, working her hips back and forth. Jody didn't think, not even in his wildest dreams, he'd ever have a woman, this young and this pretty, in a position like this again. The women of the JAPS gang, all had the hots for Mike, but Jody was the real stud in the group. Everybody who worked with him at the cement plant got so dirty they had to shower and change at the end of each shift. The shower room was one big space with benches lining one wall and shower heads lining the other. That's when it all hung out and he picked up the nick name, Meat. Jody was not a cruel man and Zoey was such a petite little thing; he worried about hurting her, since she'd never had a child. Once before, when he was a young stud, he'd run into a woman who simply could not handle his equipment. Later, after her second baby, they'd met again and had a very satisfying six months affair. He knew he'd never see Zoey after tonight; it was tonight or never. "Uuuuuhh," she groaned when he hooked two fingers under the leg band of her red panties. They were soaked with her juices. The fingers touched her enlarged lips and she screamed, "Oooooooh!" The fingers slipped in to the knuckles and searched for her g-spot. She humped against them, bringing herself to the edge of orgasm. Jody removed his fingers because she was getting too loud. She grabbed his hand, trying to get the fingers back in. "Shush!" Jody realized people were looking their way and he tried to quiet her. He needn't have bothered; her orgasm was like a run-away truck on a steep mountain grade. Nothing was going to stop it short of a climax and when it did, she lay quietly against him while her heart and breathing rate returned to normal. "Take me back to the room—now." She wanted more but this wasn't the place for it. "I'll catch the bill later, Bob," Jody yelled above the crowd's noise, as he led Zoey, leaning heavily against him, out the door. Hoots and laughter followed them. Back at Motor Mansion, she handed him the key, and followed him to the door. After pushing the door open, he scooped her up like the groom does a bride. She wrapped her arms about his neck and held tightly while he carried her across the threshold. He kicked the door shut and locked it with her still in his arms. Laying her tenderly on the bed, he undressed her, starting with her shoes. She wore no panty hose, so he got her skirt and blouse off, and threw them in a chair, she was naked except for bra and panties. Jody stood over her for a moment, drinking in the beauty displayed before him. Zoey watched through half opened eyes as this man who was even older than her father, prepared her for love. She sat up to help him loosen her bra. It joined the other things on the chair and his mouth covered one nipple, while his hand completely covered her other breast. She groaned as he massaged the one and nipped on the other with his lips. She could feel her juices leaking from her, when he stopped to pull his clothes off. "Wow! She thought when his erect shaft, finally freed from his boxers, sprang straight out. She lifted her hips to help him slide the red panties off. She shuddered when his tongue slipped through her wet slit, once...twice...three times before settling on her clit. She ground her hips into his face while wrapping her hands in his hair and pulling him tight against her throbbing cunt. Jody laid her back and slipped pillows under her shoulder, so she could see everything, and one under her hips, to give him a better angle. He then helped spread her legs as wide as she could. She began to panic when he crawled over her on all fours with his engorged cock swinging back and forth like a pendulum. The large mirror, on the wall behind him made the entire scene more erotic for Zoey, while at the same time making it scarier. Never before had she been able to watch a porno scene of her own lovemaking. "My God," she muttered. "The head is a big as a small apple." Her apprehension grew while Jody spit on his hands and added the moisture to her natural wetness. She watched, wide eyed, as he balanced himself on his knees and left hand, while he used the right to slide the gigantic head up and down her slit. She could see the indention in her swollen lips when the head sought entry. "You have to relax," he said. "You're too tense." "I'll try, but it's so big." She did try and she could see the head was penetrating farther. Jody balanced on his knees and used both hands to pull her lips open. "Arrraaah," she screamed, but she could see the head actually disappear. He held absolutely still while she adjusted. She looked at the mirror. With Jody's legs spread like they were, she could make out his shaft disappearing in her snatch. It started feeling better as she stretched, so she started moving her hips slightly. Feeling her movement, Jody responded. He pushed a little, and then stopped. She pushed back and relaxed. When Jody felt her relax, he pushed again. With this rhythm, they gained inch by inch until Jody felt it hit her cervix. "Just what I was afraid of," he thought. "I'll have to be real careful; she's too small to take all of it." Jody had been down that road before. Zoey had never felt anything like this. It felt like she was being split in two, and yet she didn't want him to stop. "I've heard of a good pain," she thought, "this must be it." She realized she could smell the sexy odor from their bodies mixed with his cologne and her perfume. A little more light would have been helpful but she could make out his giant cock half buried in her snatch. How could that be she wondered; then she noticed the perfectly arranged lighting. "So that's the purpose of the switch on the headboard," she thought. Just to check, she flipped it the other way; the lights went out. She flipped them back on for she didn't want to miss a thing. As soon as he discovered just how deep he could go without hurting her, they started a regular rhythm, slow at first then faster and faster as they continued. While they were still going slow, Zoey could see her lips cling to his shaft on the outward stroke then reverse and hold tightly around it when he pushed in. She gave herself over completely to the center of pleasure in her loins. She heard, "uhh, ohh, aaaw " and other grunts and wondered where they were coming from. Finally, she realized both she and Jody were grunting on every stroke. Things got too good for Jody to control himself. He sped up and she matched his movements, so he pumped even faster. Once in a while he felt it hit bottom and had to adjust. "Oh God, that's good." Zoey was shaking her head from side to side while licking her tongue out the right side of her mouth. "Arrrgh!" her body shuttered and then completely relaxed. It was almost like she'd died. When he realized Zoey was finished, Jody stopped trying to hold back. He had a week's worth of jism stored and now he emptied it all into the wonderful body beneath him. He pumped squirt after squirt into her and then just lay on top of her until his cock shrank and fell out of her cunt. Then, he rolled over to the side, pulled Zoey's head onto his shoulder and they both slept. They awoke to the sound of a truck driver firing up his diesel, for an early start. "Ready for round two?" Jody asked, after showering her body with kisses. "I wish we could." Zoey gingerly touched her badly abused pussy. "It's so sore I can't stand to touch it with my finger." She slid down and sat on the end of the bed, while Jody sat beside her, hugging her with one arm. "Oh my!" Looking in the mirror she saw a stream of sperm draining onto the sheets. Pulling herself out of bed, she went into the bathroom to clean up. Jody joined her. "I don't suppose you can hang around a while." Jody said after they finished dressing. "Believe me, Jody, I really wish I could." She replied wistfully. "I don't think I'll ever forget this night or you." She embraced him, her naked body tight against his. "Besides, she joked, "It'll take every minute for me to shrink to normal before my husband gets home." She threw on a robe and followed him to the door. "Your wife is one lucky woman," she said. With one last kiss they parted forever. Jody had just enough time to go home, wash up and meet the Gang at Japs. THE END ***** PLEASE VOTE NOW (Good, bad, or indifferent- please vote. Voting is like a tip. Surely 99% of the readers don't stiff their server; why do so many readers stiff the writers?)