1 comments/ 41856 views/ 1 favorites The Young One Ch. 16 By: oldfogey I learned about this episode when I returned home and was introduced to Maggie by the young man in this story. We all became close (very close) friends and eventually swinging partners (Maggie, Mel’s mother, and his father) before leaving the area. My wife filled in some of the details, but only she and Mel know anything about what had been said between them. I can only add the dialogue I heard my wife use in other instances. ***** Melvin James Cole was the name his mother used when he was in trouble. He always responded to that one fast because he knew the consequences if he failed to do so. But he really preferred to be known as “Mel.” That was the name all his high school friends had used, and even Mr. Turley, owner of the grocery store in which he worked as a bag boy. He didn’t really have to work because his parents had set up a trust fund for him when he was a baby. There was enough money for college, but not enough to enjoy the life he expected to lead in college. Mel planned on majoring in Party Time 101, right through his senior year. He had a head start, because some of his girlfriends had assured him they would be joining him at State. Early on, Mel had learned that having a few bucks in his pocket was the key to open the thighs of some of those cute coeds. So, even though the pay was minimum wage, Mel always managed to make a substantial amount from tips. It seemed like all the ladies needed his assistance when he smiled at them, letting a lock of his blonde hair slide over one eye and his blue eyes wander. Lately he had been letting his eyes and smile show his approval of a new customer in the store, my wife, Linda. With me gone, Linda appreciated the looks she received from the men around town. She had a pretty good group of them already playing with her, but there was something about this kid that just set her hormones in gear. It hadn’t taken a great deal to give Mel a reason to be absorbed by her. Earl had gone shopping with her just before he left and had insisted on augmenting her wardrobe with several dresses and blouses that emphasized her bust line. They had done their work admirably, especially when filled out by Linda’s 42DD cups. The lovelies weren’t hidden by the armor plated bras Linda had worn when she and Earl had first married. No, now they were put on display by bras that barely covered her nipples – and sometimes not even those if she became aroused. The nipples weren’t on display the first time that Mel saw her, but the swell of her breasts were evident in the low cut bodice of her dress when she leaned forward to pick up a sack of groceries from the cart that day. Mel, standing on the other side of the cart had caught a glimpse of the little bit of heaven and almost lost his grip on the smooth paper. Linda had caught him looking, bringing a blush to Mel’s face, but she said nothing. She gave him a smile and a good tip when she finally shut the tailgate of the station wagon. Mel waited until she was unlocking the door to the car. As she opened it, he held it for her while she got in. He was just as appreciative of the long expanse or thigh he saw as she pulled her skirt up and settled herself in the driver’s seat. His last glimpse was of her was those dynamite legs as he closed the door. He blushed again when she caught him admiring that view. He watched her back carefully from the parking lot and slowly drive away. Only when she was out of sight did he remember his duties and begin pushing the cart toward the store entrance once more. There were several more of the ladies that day that caused his cock to rise, but none that measured up to the slim brunette with the knock out tits and dynamite legs. He hoped he would see her again. He would love to give HER a tip. Mel had found out early in his job that just the right combination of smile and flattery could earn him more of a tip. On more than one occasion, it had earned him an address and phone number that later proved to be an even more satisfying expenditure of his time when he wasn’t working. Mel had found early on that many of these ladies, twice or even three times his age, appreciated his stamina in bed. It hadn’t hurt that his father’s genes had given him seven inches of bone hard cock that swelled to an even greater length and thickness when he found himself in those beds. Even as he finished his shift that day, he was looking forward to being with one of his favorites, Maggie Stenholm. Maggie was a real delight. She wasn’t all that great to look at, but when he had let her get a view of his hardness as she rubbed her tits against his hands while he helped her put groceries in the back of her car, she had demonstrated her own interest. Mel remembered that first night very well. Maggie had given him his first drink of alcohol, mixed in a margarita. It had done its work well, for him as well as for Maggie. Maggie had been pretty well oiled when he stood at the doorway to her house and she had invited him in. Dressed as he was, in gym shorts and a tee shirt, it hadn’t taken her long to find out just what was so impressive about her young flame. Maggie, at 40 plus, still had a set of knockers that stood high and proud on her chest. As soon as she had him safely inside her house that first night she had given him a great view of them, through the almost transparent blouse she wore without the encumbrance of a bra. Even better, he had gotten a good feel of them as she turned away from him to lead him into her home, and reached behind her ‘accidentally’ brushing his aroused love muscle. He had closed the short distance between them and reached around her to cup them in his hands. Maggie had responded immediately, turning in the span of his arms and pressing them against his chest as she stood on tip toes to kiss him. She had immediately stripped his gym shorts down his thighs and knelt in front of him to inhale his swollen love log. It had been the work of only a moment to bend forward and pull her blouse over her head, freeing those delightful boobs to his gaze and touch. Still he hadn’t been able to resist the magic her mouth was working on him, so he had put his hands behind her graying head and began pumping his cock into her hot mouth. He remembered how delicious it had felt to feel his cock shooting in and out of her mouth until, with three generous helpings of hot cum, he had filled her stomach with his seed. Without another word, Maggie had pulled him over to the enormous couch in her living room and gone down on him again. Only when she once again had him semi rigid did she raise her eyes and smile at him. “That’s the delivery I wanted,” he remembered her saying. “It’s better to get that first one out of the way so I can enjoy the rest of this.” She had pulled her skirt high on her hips, revealing a lack of panties, and a bush that was the color of her own fading red hair. She had stroked him a couple of times to get him back to his original rigid state, then centered the head of his cock on the opening to her vagina. With a hard pull on his hips, she had driven his cock almost to full depth in her hungry pussy, aided by her own juicy secretions. Remarkably strong, she had pulled him over her and then began pumping her hips, trying to get the rest of his swollen cock in her tight pussy. Mel had helped, of course. Draping her legs over his arms and then pulling them to his shoulders, he had driven into her completely, earning a gasp of surprise and delight from Maggie. “Ah, that’s what I wanted,” she had told him as he pulled back slightly and then rammed himself home in her hot twat once more. He remembered how, after that first blinding orgasm, she had slid from beneath his heavy body and led him to her bedroom where he had spent the night reprising his role as the hot stud Maggie had wanted. That had been his first full night with one of his “harem” as he now called them. His mother had given him hell when he came dragging in at seven the next morning, barely in time to change and go back to work. Fortunately his father, who Mel suspected of dipping his own wick in some of the ladies of the town, had stepped in and told her that it was okay. “Sooner or later, every boy has to become a man,” he had told his wife and given Mel a wink that said more than words. Mel’s mother had not like that, but she couldn’t prevent her husband overruling her time after time beyond that morning until it was now expected that he would be out for the night if he called and told his parents he would be “out tonight.” Secretly, even his father envied his prowess after a long talk about taking responsibility for his actions and avoiding unwanted pregnancies. So, even with those thoughts going through his mind, Mel left the store to change clothes and then go visit Maggie. My wife, uncharacteristically sitting by herself, was thinking of Mel even at that same moment. She was trying to determine whether with her stable of studs she had room for one so young. The realization that her panties were damp just from the thought of what she had seen pressed tightly against the fabric covering Mel’s thighs probably caused her rationalization that she had “a duty to teach the younger generation. She suspected that Mel already had his own group of ladies judging from the stories going around town, but she rationalized that her own experience could teach him even more. “Why not?” she thought to herself, giggling in anticipation. Going to her cupboard, she took a quick inventory of items she could reasonably use to justify another trip to the store tomorrow. The next day it was raining. Linda considered putting off her visit for another day. She could have any one of her other lovers fill her void tonight, but the idea of that young, virile boy had already awakened her interest to the point she began changing clothes and hoping the rain would stop. Going through her wardrobe, she chose what she knew would be an outfit that would cause instant arousal in most men, then she shook her head as she realized it would be covered by her raincoat. Choosing one of her less exposing costumes, she put it on hurriedly and began the short drive to the grocery. The rain had lessened in intensity while she drove, but the raincoat was still necessary. Pulling its hood up and stepping out of the car, she walked toward the façade that would protect her from shower still falling. Once inside the store, she looked around to see if the boy was there. She saw him just a moment after he had seen her. His smile was as infectious as it had been yesterday. She took her time unbuttoning the raincoat until her clothing was no longer obscured, then reached back with both hands to push the hood back. Mel saw my wife’s back arch and her blouse tighten over her breasts as she took the hood from her hair. He almost groaned when he saw the swollen nubs of her breasts pressed against the lighter fabric of her blouse. It gave him an immediate reaction which he tried to hide behind the counter as her gaze passed over him and she began moving slowly down the aisles. “Damn,” he thought to himself. “What a set of knockers!” He remembered that her legs were just as good based on yesterday’s observation, but still the high standing fullness of those beautiful bazooms caused him to lick his lips with the thought of how they would feel in his mouth. Linda hadn’t missed the careful observation. She smiled to herself as she continued down the aisles, filling her cart with some staples she had missed on her trip yesterday. She wondered how this would play out. What could she do that would entice him to come with her? She had purposely chosen the approximate hour the store would close, but now, she wasn’t sure. Would he get off at the same time or must he remain to stock shelves. She still wasn’t sure when she finished her shopping. She watched him as he filled two bags with her purchases. She paid Mr. Turley and turned toward her cart. “You’d better let me help you with those, ma’m,” she heard Mel’s soft voice say. She turned to him with a smile and gave him a polite “Thank you,” then followed him as he started toward the door. “Take the rest of the day off, Mel. It’s raining so hard I don’t think anyone will come in, and we can re-stock tomorrow,” he hear Mr. Turley say. Mel’s heart sang. He hadn’t expected such a lucky break. Now, if he could just… He almost trotted to the car with the cart, stopping only when Linda caught up with him and opened the tailgate. She lifted one bat of groceries from the cart and turned toward Mel, huddled under the overhanging tailgate with his knee inside the cargo area. “I’ll hand them to you and you can put them in,” she said. Mel reached for the bag, his long arms going completely around it and felt her breasts pressed by the backs of his hands. He looked up, expecting a rebuke, but it wasn’t forthcoming and his hands remained there just long enough that she could be sure it wasn’t an accident. Linda’s nipples reacted almost as Mel’s hands had pressed against her swollen buds. She almost shivered with delight as she felt that big hand press against her chest. The smile she gave him told him there would be no rebuke – only friendliness. Linda caught up the second bag from the cart. Its stay just a few seconds more in the rain had caused it to be flimsy, so, as she lifted it, the bottom began to split. Mel’s hands were fast, sliding one hand under the bag and the other around it, the upward motion pushed one of Linda’s breasts from its half cup closure and against her thin blouse made almost transparent by the rain. She looked at Mel and saw him staring at the view he had before she had her best idea of the day. They stood that way, both holding the bag as Linda thought fast. “I heard Mr. Turley say you could have the rest of the day off. Could you give me a hand getting these into my house? It’s only a little way. I’ll give you a tip and bring you back here or take you home, whichever you prefer.” Mel’s heart sang. He expected a tip, but he was hoping for more, like a name and phone number, as he swung the tailgate down and hurriedly ran to the driver side door to open it for her. He smiled as he told her he would be happy to do it as part of his service to her as a customer. Linda leaned toward the passenger side door and unlocked it, giving Mel an even better view of those long legs and firm thighs as her skirt rode up halfway on her thigh when she stretched along the seat. He would have been much faster getting in on that side if he had not been mesmerized by the lovely view. “Hurry,” Linda coaxed, as she saw him standing outside, “you’ll drown out there!” Mel’s brain slid back into gear and he rushed to the other side of the car to the open door Linda held for him. Even in the instant it took him to scurry inside, he didn’t miss the sight of that lovely boob still standing outside it’s cup, the areola almost a reddish copper color in the fading light. He watched as Linda shrugged out of the raincoat she wore, once again forcing her breasts against the wet cloth of her blouse and giving him another view to dream of that night. Unfortunately, as her arms relaxed, the right breast sank back into it cup, depriving him of even more enjoyment. He watched as she lifted her hips slightly and pulled her skirt high on her thighs before releasing the brake and backing slowly out of the parking place. Her attention was focused behind her; Mel’s were on those mouth-watering legs. Their conversation was as warm as the inside of the car. Very general in nature, but he had just enough time to learn her name and marital status before they were pulling into Linda’s driveway. He had started to give up hope of more than a few dollars when Linda added that her husband was away for an extended period and she needed his help to get the groceries in the house before the sacks fell apart as they were already starting to do. Linda unlocked the front door and started down the steps to the car again while Mel took the first bag to the door and put it inside. He was about to help her pick up the second bag with its obvious tears, when it split in her arms. Quickly he put his arms up over the top of the bad and the other beneath just before it tore completely. Together they managed to get it inside and carry it over to the dining room table where it suddenly split, pouring cans over the surface of the table. Both laughed, commenting on how the timing had been perfect. Mel remembered the second bag and retrieved it. Linda still had not recovered enough from her arousal at the touch of his hands on her breast before. She knew that couldn’t fail this opportunity. She stepped forward to take it from his arms to see if his hands lingered again. They did. If anything even longer than before and she felt her nipples swelling at his touch as she looked in his eyes. “Are you enjoying that?” she asked in a throaty whisper. “Yes’m”, the smiling boy said. Emboldened by her question, he turned his palms against both breasts and squeezed them gently. “I sure am!” “Me too,” Linda managed to say as she felt the tingling sensation his hands brought to her breasts run down her chest, and into the depths of her pussy. Even through her wet clothes, she could feel the warmth of his hands. She knew then that she was going to fuck this boy. “Time enough for this later,” she said with a smile, covering his hands with her own. “Right now I feel like a drowned rat. Don’t you think we should get out of these wet clothes?” Mel could hardly contain himself. He reached for the top button of her blouse, his eyes never leaving hers. With the first pushed through its eyelet, he dropped his hands to the second as he felt her hands at his belt line. The buckle unfastened, she unfastened the single button that held the trousers to his waist and then slowly unzipped his fly. Mel felt his trousers slipping, but it was something he could delay catching. Right now his hands were slipping between the facings of my wife’s blouse. He felt the warmth of her breast even as she reached through his boxers and her fingers tried to encircle his throbbing erection. They both laughed nervously before Linda proposed the solution. “Let’s get undressed and take a hot shower before we catch our death of pneumonia.” Both hurriedly removed the rest of their clothes. Mel allowed Linda to lead him into the tiled shower and adjust the water to the right temperature before he closed his hands over her breasts once again from behind. Linda felt the pressing urgency of his cock against the cheeks of her smoothly rounded ass and shivered. It had been almost a week since Earl had left and, despite a couple of intervening lovers, she needed what Mel had to offer. “I’ll wash your back if you wash mine,” she laughed. She felt the warm hands release her breasts reluctantly, and then the warm soapy water cascading over her back as Mel took her literally. It was sinfully good to feel strong hands smoothing the soft soap over her back, her shoulders, and even down the crack of her ass. He knelt behind her and washed from the crack down to her heels, then lifted her feet and washed even the soles. “My turn,” she said softly, turning as he did. She admired the strong muscles of his back and the tightness of his buttocks as she stroked them with the soapy cloth. As he had done, she knelt behind him and washed his legs, then his feet. Still kneeling, she said softly “Now for the fun part.” She turned him slowly with her hands on his waist. Her hands slipped lower to cover his muscular buttocks as he faced her. She gasped with pleasure as the object of her affections grazed her cheek. Eight inches of hard dick were right at mouth level and my wife would never pass up an opportunity like that. She lapped the shiny pre-cum off the ping pong ball sized knob that beyond the helmeted head tapered very slowly to a circumference even greater than that swollen glans. My wife had often told me that every cock tasted different, but until she had started sucking her partners, she never realized how much she liked all of them. Unable to resist the morsel facing her, her mouth opened wide and her lips closed just past the ridged head. She could feel it swelling even as her lips pressed forward and half of that length filled her mouth. Slowly she let her lips slide back along its length, causing Mel to shiver as her teeth grated along its length. He reached for her and managed to once again press her head toward his crotch, causing her to inhale more than half his length before she stood up and passed the soapy washcloth back to Mel. Licking her lips, she told him, “More about that later, but I need to be washed too.” The Young One Ch. 16 Mel couldn’t believe his eyes. There were those beautiful tits standing high and proud, nipples that were as long as the first joint of his little finger were rigid. He started at her neck and gently soaped her body lingering over her breasts until the shower washed off the soap and he could taste her to a delighted moaning sound from deep in her throat. Unwilling to leave them voluntarily, he felt her hand on his head begging him to go lower. His hands washed that smooth warm belly, and then descended to the cleft of her sex. He washed that lovingly, with the warm water and managed to tongue it as his hands went lower. Linda pried him away from his oral adulation and helped him stand. “Now let’s dry off and get in bed,” she purred, stepping out of the shower and handing him a fluffy towel from the pile next to the shower. They fondled each other unmercifully until the flow of their juices was almost sufficient to cause them both to need another shower. Linda took his hand and led him toward the master bedroom, the source of her most thrilling moments. Collapsing on the bed on her back, she pulled her young lover down on her. “Have you ever fucked a woman before,” she asked, as he lay down beside her. “A few,” Mel told her modestly, “but none as beautiful as you.” Linda laughed as she pulled his head toward her breast, and held it up for his inspection. Mel’s hand closed tightly around it, thrilled by the firm weight of it and the perfection of the silver dollar sized areola surrounding that beautiful nipple. “Okay, honey, let’s see how you do it.” Linda couldn’t believe the intensity of the waves passing through her body just from the heat of his mouth as Mel used his lips and teeth to send her almost to orgasm. It tripped when his other hand found its way between her thighs and began slowly sliding up and down her labia, lubricated by her own juices. She felt his fingers spreading her already swollen lips and a long finger making its way into her depths. She grunted with pleasure as a second finger joined the first and began moving slowly in and out of her vagina. Then he used his thumb on her clit gently pressing it in and out in time to his finger movements. That was the beginning of the end for Linda. Her body convulsed with her pleasure. She clutched Mel’s head to her breast and clamped her hand over his hand in her crotch. Her body shook and spasmed as the heat from her orgasm traveled from her brain down to her inflamed pussy and back again while she gasped out her pleasure. Mel was in hog heaven. Not only was he sucking these delicious mounds but he knew he had made my wife cum. Seldom had he been with such an easily aroused woman and he felt his cock, pressing a trail of pre-cum along her thigh, begging for a piece of the action. Linda felt his body rise from the bed and his knees going between her thighs. She spread her legs wide as she hissed, “yes, yes, fuck me. Put your cock in my pussy and fuck me.” Mel wasn’t about to turn down that invitation. His mouth was literally drooling as he saw those magnificent boobs sink only slightly as she lay on her back. He wanted to thrust his cock into her in one long thrilling ride, but knew from past experience the ladies didn’t like that half as much as a slower, inch by inch, penetration of their vagina. He let his cockhead bask in that warm trough between her legs at first; barely twitching as it, apparently with a mind of its own decided the proper path. He could already feel his pre-cum coating her lips and, together with my wife’s own abundant juices, it was only a matter of a slight twitch of his hips to send that hard knot into her tight pussy. Linda grunted, feeling that swollen knob sliding between her cunt lips, but it was with pleasure, not pain. She reached up and put her arms around her young lover, urging him deeper as she relaxed the muscles guarding her vagina. Mel felt the tightness around his love muscle as her kegel muscles relaxed and then closed behind the head of his throbbing cock. He groaned with the pleasure of feeling that tightness stimulating him as he pressed a bit harder and watched the first inch of his dick slide into my wife’s pussy. He withdrew slightly, until only the head was imbedded in her, and then pressed forward once again. “A-h-h, y-e-s-s-s,” my wife hissed as she felt another inch filling her, pressing aside the circular bands of muscle that she had used so effectively to bring her lover to orgasm the first time before she had even began the up and down motion of her pussy on his cock that evening at our house. She wanted to give Mel the benefit of that same talent, but this youngster had his own ideas. She felt him withdraw again slightly and pressed both hands against his buttocks in protest, but then she was in heaven again as she felt a third inch of hard meat filling her and lubricating her passage. Pulling a pillow beneath her head, she looked between them and was fascinated to see that at least four more inches of that hard tool remained. “That’s it, baby,” she crooned, her hand caressing his hair,” fill me up. I love this hard dick.” She couldn’t resist thrusting upwards with her hips and getting another inch for her efforts before Mel backed out one more time. This time, as he started his thrust into her, she met him with a thrust of her own hips and drove the last of that swollen love log so deeply inside her that she could feel the ridge behind his head stroking her cervix. Mel, now all the way inside my wife wriggled around until he could reach the other pillows on the bed. Prompting her with a whisper of “raise your hips,” he pushed them beneath that gorgeous, round bubble butt as my wife complied. Resting for a moment, engrossed in the heat and juice filled core, he then began a rotating motion of his hips that had driven so many of his conquests wild with excitement. My wife was no different. Linda had been fucked by men with many more years of experience, but never any better than her young lover. She felt his hands curve beneath her breasts as he suspended himself on his elbows and knees, and then the softness and warmth of his mouth as he arched his back to claim his prize. It was her downfall for a man to fondle those swollen globes of love, and Mel was doing a superb job of it. His hands squeezed each one tightly, causing her nipples to rise even higher, only to be caught and laved by a tongue that knew the right spots and lips that seemingly never lost their suction. She held his head tightly to them as she tried to coordinate her hip thrust with his slow, full length filling of her cunt with his fat cock. “Oh, damn, lover, I love this. Keep sliding that meat into me.” She hissed. Within minutes she was panting and trying to push him even deeper into her with each thrust as the orgasm that had started with his initial penetration of her caused the red stain of enriched blood to flow over her belly, then up her chest and finally over her throat. My wife humped against her lover, begging him to fuck her “harder, deeper,” until it finally conquered her and with the jerking legs and spasmodic quakes of her body she came. Mel, despite his youth, was a superb lover. Recognizing her orgasm, he slowed the pumping of his dick in and out of my wife’s hot pussy and squeezed her breasts even harder. “I’m going to fuck you all night,” he whispered in her ear, relinquishing his oral grip on one nipple for just a moment, then resuming his adoration. “I hope you do,” he heard her grunt when she finally regained her breath. “You make me feel so full!” Remembering how so many of his girl friends and the older ladies too liked to feel themselves pounded by his cum laden nuts, he pulled his cock out of my wife’s soupy cunt and told her to “Get on your knees.” He had to give up her luscious breasts for a moment, but he knew the sacrifice would be worth it. Linda squirmed around and complied giving him a perfect view of her swollen cunt lips glistening with their juices. “You’re going to love this,” he said softly as he guided his still swollen, erect rod to the junction of her labia then, with one hand on her back, slowly slid his erection deep inside her. “Oh, yes-s-s,” she hissed, feeling that throbbing cock caressing her ‘g’ spot and his fingers strumming her clit as he pulled almost completely out of her, then thrust hard into her unprotected pussy. “Oh, damn, I love this,” she groaned. “Cum with me, baby. I want to feel you shoot your load into my cunt.” Mel smiled. That was exactly what he intended to do, but first he wanted to fuck this woman until she could no longer contain his cum. Hunched over her back, with one hand stirring her clit and the other grasping one of those lovely hanging breasts, he began the slow in and out progression that he knew would get her motor started. It didn’t take long although Mel later said he wanted it too. The titillation was too much for both of them. My wife felt the hot flashes generated by his fingers pinching her nipples while this hand pulled her breast down almost to the point of pain. She could feel every vein of that hard shaft inside her as she curled her vaginal muscles around it, stroking it as I had taught her to do, literally milking Mel’s cock. She felt his balls pounding against the lowest part of her pussy. It was too much. Her vision seemed to blur as she thrust herself back against each of her young lover’s strokes. He was pounding into her so hard that her unclamped breast was swinging like a pendulum and still he punished her with that hard dick, reaching depths she had forgotten were there until at last, with a gasp, it overtook her. Her body slid forward in the spasming, jerking dance of love she had come to know as the wildest of orgasms. Mel followed her down, not slowing his penetrations of her until his hot cum shot from the tip of his abusing cock in hard, sharp, jets of baby making sperm and semen. Idly Mel hoped that she was not fertile, although he almost giggled at the thought of making her pregnant. He didn’t stop fucking her until the last rivulet of cum had been deposited deep in her cunt and the earlier deposits were being pushed out by the pneumatic pressure of his dick in that tight sleeve. He realized then that there was a pool of cum beneath his balls and that what seemed like a torrent was being squeezed out of her by the same muscles that had given him so much pleasure. Leaning forward over her prone body, he pushed aside the sweat soaked hair above her ear and whispered, “How was that, babe?” Linda could only groan. Just coming down from the pinnacle of her delight, she could feel his hardness slowly slipping from her vaginal grasp. Oh how she hated to lose that beautiful piece of hard meat. She lay still until she felt Mel get off her, then got slowly to her knees again, watching the puddle on the bed grow as her cunt relaxed and let his cum flow from her pussy. She was surprised then when she felt his strong arms pulling her legs to one side, away from the puddle in the bed, and then spreading her thighs. She felt her young lover slide beneath her until his head was even with her cum-slick pussy lips, then he pulled her down to his mouth and kissed her swollen lips. “Open wide, honey,” he prompted. “I love eating pussy and this looks like one of the juiciest ones I’ve ever seen.” Linda felt the pressure of his hands increase until her thighs were spread impossibly wide and her cunt rested on Mel’s face. She squirmed with delight as she felt his hot tongue lap from the base of her labia to just short of her clit. “Oh, yes,” she cried, “Eat me!” Her hips slid back toward his feet, then forward as she drove his nose into her cunt. Linda had learned from me how much some men loved to eat pussy and from other men how to feed them for her maximum benefit. She used all that education to literally wash Mel’s face with her cunt as she stroked her clit. Mel then pushed her hand away and she felt his lips close over that hard little projection of delight. Her body jerked with the realization that she was going to cum again as he sucked and nibbled on that bit of erotic flesh. Then it came as she felt her lover’s hands reach up and take a breast in each, pulling her down tightly to his mouth as she came once more. He almost forgot to call home and let his mother know that he wouldn’t be home tonight. He almost laughed when he realized his mother’s jerky, gasping breathing was caused by someone fucking her. She had decided that, since her husband was getting some from someone else, she needed a little more excitement in her own life. “Enjoy yourself, honey” she whispered before hanging up the phone. Mel was awakened early the next morning by the feel of my wife’s lips on his cock. He could feel the dried cum cracking as he lips sank to his pubic hair. Thankfully it was a Sunday and he didn’t have to go to work. Instead he lay back and let my wife show her own appreciation for his talents. He already knew he would want this one often, and he looked forward to more of this sex hungry woman meeting his needs in every depraved way he knew as he felt the gush of his cum filling her mouth and saw her swallow every drop.