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Mature Widows Ch. 01

By: andy_r_14456



1963: It was the height of cold war. After taking graduate courses at the State University, I was offered a temporary job at a Government laboratory in Northern Ohio. I rented a room in a quiet neighborhood about ten miles from the laboratory and moved in. 

One day late in August, I found out my 1958 Chevy Impala required major repair, including a rebuilt transmission; I left it at a garage to be fixed in about a week. I learned I can take a bus to work not far from my room; left at 7 a.m. 

On the first day I rode the bus, I ended up sitting next to a lady with a pleasant face, wavy brown hair, and thick lips. I noted most of the riders seemed to know each other. 

The lady said, “I’ve been riding the bus daily. I have not seen you.” 

I told her, “My car’s being repaired; it needs a new transmission.”

I saw her again on the bus to home in the evening and sat next to her. She introduced herself to me: 

“I'm Emma Rogers.”

I said, “Nice to meet you; I’m Billy Bradley.”

I noticed she had a friendly voice and beautiful smile. Emma said softly, “It’s unusually cool so early; I’m not ready for winter. I hope we have more warm weather.”

I said, “I’m sure it will get warm again; may be we will have an Indian summer in Northern Ohio,” and, being curious, asked:

“How long have you been riding the bus?”

Emma said softly, “About five years; I stopped driving after an accident; I’m just afraid to drive. I’ve been working for about 20 years at the G-labs in the accounting section. I live in a small house not too far from the large apartment complex. Do you have a permanent job? Where do you live?”

I told her, “I’m on a two-year contract with the Government and live in a rooming house.”

After my car was fixed, I started driving to work, and I did not see Emma for several days. One evening, I went to a nearby supermarket to pick up milk, eggs, butter, and bread, and saw Emma in the dairy section. 

After saying hello to each other, I offered: 

“Emma, after you’re done shopping, I’ll give you a ride home.” 

Emma smiled and said, “Thank you for the offer; I don’t have to take a taxi.”

Again, I noticed Emma had a dazzling smile, but her teeth were slightly crooked; she had shoulder-length brown hair and was about 5’2’’ and 125 lb. Later, at her home, Emma said: 

“Come in for a cup of coffee; it's cool outside, your groceries will be fine in the car.”

Inside her home, when Emma removed her light coat, even though she had on a loose, white, long-sleeve, blouse, her ample bosom came in to my view. She asked me to sit in a kitchen chair and talk to her as she put her groceries away. I had a good view of Emma from the side and every time she lifted an item, I noticed that her big, slightly sagging, boobs jiggled. Inadvertently, my cock became stiff. 

As I stared at the voluptuous, middle-aged, woman, moving about in her kitchen, I lost track of what she was saying. When she turned her head towards me, she caught me staring at her boobs. Instead of getting mad at me, as I expected, she smiled at me and said:

“I asked how you like your coffee.”

I blurted out, “With milk,” making Emma blush.

Over coffee, I asked, “How long you have been living here?”

Emma said: 

“I bought the house ten years ago because it’s small, has a nice yard, and helps with income tax; it’s adequate to live on my salary and my late husband’s pension.”

I mumbled, “I’m sorry; I didn’t know you’re widowed.”

“I was widowed during the Second World War; I lost my 25 year-old husband, Jim, in the Pacific.” 

I was touched and also impressed Emma knew a war hero. I asked:

“Did you travel with him while in service?”

“After we got married, he was sent to Jacksonville for training for a year—there was not much of the navy left in Hawaii; I went to be with him in Jacksonville; he was killed a year after he was sent in to action; two years after we were married,” and added:

“Jim and I dated about three years before we got married. It took me several years to get over him. Even now, each month I am reminded of him when I receive his pension.”

I said, “You are a kind and pretty lady. I am surprised you didn't meet a young man you liked.”

Emma smiled and replied, “I'm glad you think I'm pretty. You see, Billy, many young women were widowed during the war,” and added:

“By the time I wanted to date, mind you I still thought of Jim often, there were not many young, single, men. For a few years, I took care of my widowed mother.” 

Emma laughed and said, “There were many older, married, men who came after me.”

I thanked Emma for the coffee and gave her my telephone number if she needed a ride to the grocery store. That night, I could not get Emma’s big boobs and smiling face out of my mind, and I jacked off imagining I was fondling her lovely boobs.

EMMA BECOMES A FRIEND

Next Monday, Emma called me: “I slipped and fell on my front steps after the rain; I hurt my ankle.” 

I said, “It must be painful to walk; I’ll give you ride to work and back until you’re ok.”

Emma replied, “Thank you, Billy.”

Later that week, on the drive home from work, Emma asked:

“Where are you from Billy? Do you have a girlfriend?”

I replied, “I'm from Massachusetts. I had a girlfriend for couple of years, but we broke up just before I moved here. I’ve not been actively looking for one; I guess I’m not an aggressive person.”

I added, “I don’t go home much. After Mom died a few years ago, my Dad remarried and moved to San Diego; I am not fond of my step mother who has four children younger than me from earlier marriages.”

I enjoyed conversing with Emma and, after a week, I continued giving her ride to work and back. On a Wednesday, on the way from work, Emma said:

“Some times, I stop at Charly’s, have a drink, talk to a friend, and walk home; let’s have a drink tonight.”

I agreed and pulled in to Charly’s and, after parking my car, I opened the passenger door for Emma. As Emma got out of the car, I saw her skirt was pulled up and saw her well-shaped thighs to the tops of her black panty hose; Emma made no effort to pull her skirt down until after she got out of my car.

In the smoky lounge, after we ordered our drinks: a gin and tonic for me and a daiquiri for Emma, Emma took a cigarette from her purse and offered me one which I declined.

After I lighted Emma’s cigarette with her lighter, she said:

“I don’t smoke much, may be one a day,” and, after looking around, added:

“My friend is not here today.”

As Emma smoked and talked about her day at work, again I saw she was an attractive woman with a sensual mouth and large boobs; I also thought of her meaty thighs I saw earlier. I was not sure she would be interested in having a romantic relationship with me, a guy younger than her. However, by the end of the evening, I thought she put her foot on mine under the table and touched my shin with her foot.

Next day, after getting out of my car at her home, Emma said:

“I should pay you for driving me to work many times.”

I said, “No need for that; I've to go to work anyway. It's nice to have company while I drive; you’re fun to talk to.”

Emma blushed and said, “How about dinner tomorrow night? Nothing fancy. I'm taking off from work to take care of several chores and I can make a nice dinner.”

I said, “Fine,” and left for my room; on the way, I bought a bottle of wine for dinner next day.

FRIDAY AT THE MOVIE

Next day, after work, I took a quick shower to freshen up after spending a day in an office with couple of smokers, picked up the bottle of chilled wine from the refrigerator, and joined Emma at her home. She prepared a salad, fried fish, and mashed potatoes with gravy; she made rolls just in time for dinner. While Emma was busy in the kitchen, after handing her a glass of wine, I read in the paper, an article about Audrey Hepburn’s movie: “Breakfast at Tiffany's.” I said to Emma:

“I heard nice comments about ‘Breakfast at Tiffany's’ and Audrey Hepburn.”

An excited Emma exclaimed, “I love her and the movie. You should see it. Let's go see it. Can we go tonight?”

I said, “Ok, let me see where it’s being shown.”

After checking in the newspaper, I mumbled, “It's being shown at a drive in.”

Emma said, “I don't mind. Please, let's go. We don’t have to work tomorrow.”

I mumbled, “Ok,” and helped Emma clear the table. 

Emma had on a white blouse, beige skirt, and black tights; she wore gold-plated loop ear rings and a matching necklace.

Emma said, “I’ll freshen up a bit and bring couple of blankets for us to stay warm.”

On the way to the movie, Emma asked, who’s your favorite actress?”

I said, “Janet Leigh; I liked her in ‘Psycho’ and also in ‘Who was That Lady?’ She’s married to Tony Curtis.”

Emma giggled and said, “You like her because she has big breasts,” making me blush.

I managed to say, “She has a narrow waist.”

Emma, smiling, said, “That’s true; she has a tiny waist and big breasts.”

The drive-in-theater was not quite full and I parked towards the back. After Emma covered us with a blanket, she snuggled up to me, and put my hands around her waist, I realized that she was interested in me as a lover. I confessed: 

“Emma, I have great respect to all the soldiers of Second World War; I’m in awe of those who saw combat. I know your husband was a brave man. I will never match or equal his bravery. I hope you understand that.”

After a minute, Emma touched my face, and said:

“Billy, you’re sweet. Jim will always have a special place in my heart; no one can take that place. I have grieved for him for many years. It's time I move on with my life,” and, after a pause, added:

“Jim had blue eyes and brown hair just like you; you are a bit taller than he was. I hope you understand.”

I understood what Emma went through and where she was that day. Gently, I wiped two tears from her cheeks, kissed her closed large brown eyes, and then kissed her lips; Emma held my head and returned my kiss fervently; she kissed my lips, pushed her tongue in to my mouth, and let me suck her pouty mouth. After a short time, Emma whispered to me:

“I see lovers embracing and kissing in many cars. I know you like my breasts; you can touch them.”

Slowly, I moved my hands underneath the blanket and gently grasped both of Emma’s clothing covered boobs. After a few minutes, Emma whispered again:

“Billy, you can go underneath my blouse.”

Gladly, I undid Emma’s blouse buttons and fondled her bra-covered boobs. I couldn’t focus on the movie. After a while, I managed to lift one bra cup and, much to my delight, fondled Emma’s right boob. 

I whispered, “Emma, it feels good to fondle your boobs.”

When I gently pinched her nipple, Emma whimpered with pleasure and cooed:

“Billy, it has been a long time since anyone loved my breasts. I was a virgin when I got married. Jim was a virgin too; on our honeymoon, we fumbled a lot. We did not know how to have good sex.”

I put my hands on Emma’s under arms and arm pits, and rubbed them; they felt soft and smooth. As I kept rubbing, I mumbled:

“I love your smooth under arms and arm pits.”

Emma whispered, “I’m glad you like them. I didn’t know anyone cared for them. Good thing I shaved my underarms this morning.”

After a while, Emma asked: “Billy, are you a virgin?”

I replied, “No. My girl friend let me do it to her several times; I wore a condom to keep her getting pregnant. Mary also taught me to use my fingers on her.”

Before long, the movie was over; I adjusted my clothing and my erect cock, Emma covered herself in the blankets and snuggled to me; she cooed:

“Billy, it’s not too late; let’s go home and visit.”

On the drive to Emma’s home, she and I hummed: ‘Moon River,” and laughed a lot. I discovered Emma was a fun person to be with.

FRIDAY AFTER THE MOVIE

At her home, Emma said:

“Billy, park your car in the garage, it’s in the back.”

Emma and I entered her home from the back. While Emma went to put the blankets away, I looked at several mounted photos on a mantle in the living room. I saw a faded black and white photograph of a young navy man; I guessed it was Jim. In another photo, there was a bride in a white gown and a groom in a navy uniform; I recognized Emma's face. She had dark shoulder-length hair then also.

I felt Emma standing next to me in the unbuttoned blouse; she said:

“Now you know how I looked when I was 22 years old.”

Hugging her, I said, “You were a beautiful young woman; I see you were very much in love.” 

I adjusted the lights to better see Emma’s beautiful face and body. I started playing an album of Frank Sinatra and swaying to the music; I held my arms wide open and said:

“Emma, come hug me, and dance with me.”

While slow-dancing, I French kissed Emma; when my kiss ended, she initiated a new kiss; we French kissed for a long time. As Emma whimpered with pleasure, I also kissed her slender underarms and long neck.

As I rubbed Emma's bra-covered boobs with the back of my hand, I whispered to Emma, 

“Please let me see these beauties.”

Emma said, “I know you’re eager to see them; but, they are sagging; they’re not like when I was young: proudly standing up; I hope you like them.”

I said, “Emma, I'm sure they are beautiful. Please let me see.” 

After Emma shyly nodded, slowly, I reached behind Emma's back and, after couple of attempts I unhooked her white bra and pulled it away from her boobs. Emma's boobs looked large and beautiful on her slender torso; they had large, brown, nipples. As Emma stood blushing, I whispered in admiration:

“Emma, they are lovely,” and gently fondled them in my hands and pinched her large eraser-size nipples. When I bent my head and suckled her right nipple, Emma whimpered with pleasure.

Emma said softly, “Billy, it's been a long time since I loved a man and I've been loved. I've forgotten many things to love a man. Please love me; I'm in your hands. Let's sit on the sofa; I'll play another album I like for background; I like romantic music.”

While Emma put on a new vinyl album, I adjusted a lamp not too far from the sofa so that we could see each other in subdued light. After we sat on the living room sofa, I whispered: 

“Emma, I made love to one woman, Mary, in my life. I am not an expert. When I made love to Mary, I used a condom to keep her from getting pregnant. When it's time, I have to get one from my car.”

Emma said, softly, “I became pregnant soon after I married Jim, but I miscarried and had complications. The doctors told me it's unlikely I'll ever get pregnant,” and softly added:

“I'm also too old to make babies; it's doubtful I can become pregnant.” 

After a pause, she added:

“In these days of sexual liberation, it's ironic neither of us has been promiscuous enough to catch a disease. Let's explore and learn from each other. I hope you're not disappointed that I'm not more experienced. I promise I'll be a good student and be open with you.”

I said, “I'm not capable of one night stands and casual sex. I got to know a woman first and only then can I become intimate with her. If you're concerned of catching a disease from me, I can take care of you in other ways.”

Earnestly, Emma asked, “Like what?”

I replied, “Mary taught me to use my fingers and my mouth, oral sex, on her. How about you? Have you used your hand on a man?”

Shyly, Emma whispered, “After Jim and I got engaged, I used my hand on him,” and shyly added:

“I would like your mouth on me; a woman at work also mentioned it as something she enjoys very much,” and thoughtfully asked: 

“If oral sex is very enjoyable, I wonder why more people are not aware of it? We could have fewer babies.”

I whispered, “Emma, I would like to fondle your boobs some more and suckle them; I get satisfaction doing that; it arouses me more. Please sit in my lap.”

Softly, Emma said, “You're still fully dressed. Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked.”

After I quickly removed all of my clothes, Emma rubbed my hairy chest and hugged me; she stepped back, and whispered:

“You have a nice, hard, body; now, let me see your genitals,” and after nudging me to sit on the sofa, slid to her knees on the carpeted floor, and stared at my throbbing, erect, cock.

I whispered, “Emma, if you grasp it, it will feel good for me.”

Slowly, Emma reached out with her small right hand and held my cock firmly; after a short while, she said:

“It's so big, soft, and throbbing,” and when she slowly pumped it, I tilted my head back and moaned with pleasure.

I mumbled, “Emma, take off your skirt and sit in my lap; I want to suckle your boobs.”

After reluctantly letting go of my cock, Emma removed her skirt, and with passion-filled eyes, sat in my lap in her slip and panties. She threw her arms around my neck, closed her eyes, and French kissed me passionately. 

For several minutes, I alternated between fondling Emma's jiggling boobs and suckling her nipples. I then kissed her neck and whispered to her:

“Emma, let me perform oral love to you. You have to take off your slip and panties, and sit on the couch.”

Shyly, Emma whispered, “I'm really wet; you sure you want to put your mouth there.”

I said, “A wet and slick vagina means you're aroused; I would love it if you have an orgasm.”

Emma got off of me and, facing me, quickly removed her panties first and then her slip. Shyly, she tried to cover her crotch with her right hand and her boobs with her left arm. 

After I got off the couch, I slid on my knees in front of Emma and, while rubbing her calves and the back of her thighs, I noted she had thick growth of dark pubic hair. As I waited in front of her on my knees, she still covered her crotch with her right hand. I looked up at her face and said:

“Emma, I have to put my face in your crotch and lick your vagina; I can't do that with your hand in the way.” 

After Emma mumbled, “Ok,” gently, I removed her hand away from her crotch and added:

“Emma, you're a beautiful woman,” and pushed my face in to her crotch and, with my lips, began searching for her vagina in her aroma-laden thatch of pubic hair.

When I licked her juicy slit, Emma let out moans:

“Ohhhhh. Billlly. Ahhhhhh. I liike it,” and quickly sat on the couch.

After Emma sat, again, shyly, she covered her crotch with her hand. I reminded her:

“Emma, I would like to continue what I began; I'm sure you'll continue to enjoy my licking and sucking.”

Emma replied, “Ok, Billy. It's just that I'm not used to exposing my crotch so openly to anyone,” and moved her hand away. 

Smiling, Emma pulled my head in to her crotch. I lapped Emma’s nectar-laden pussy lips and her small-penis-like clit; I inserted two fingers in to Emma’s pussy and massaged her aroused passage. After several minutes, suddenly, Emma’s body stiffened, she pushed my head harder in to her convulsing crotch, and released a long moan:

“Ohhhhhhh. Billlyyyyyy. Cummmmming. Goddddddddd.”

As Emma’s body convulsed with pleasure, I just held on to her large boobs and pressed my tongue on her clit; with my nose in her crotch, I inhaled her sex fragrances until she recovered. Emma lifted my head from her crotch and gratefully kissed my pussy-nectar covered lips, and cooed:

“Billy, that was very, very, good. You are good,” and kissed me again:

Emma looked at my crotch and saw my raging hard on; in awe and with curiosity, she touched it and said:

“Billy, it’s your turn. I’m sure you’re all excited.”

I mumbled, “I’m very excited. But, I don’t have a condom with me.”

Emma touched my face with her small hand and whispered, “I’m sure we don’t need one,” and continued:

“Billy, stretch on your back; let me bring tissues from the bathroom,” and, as she walked away, giggled, and added:

“I want to pump your cock.”


Mature Widows Ch. 01



After Emma returned with a handful of tissues, she adjusted the lamp so that she could see what she was doing, sat next to me on my right side, and holding my rigid cock firmly in her small hand rotated it. 

Giggling, she cooed, “I'm not going to break it,” and pumped it couple of times and watched with curiosity several drops of precum flow down the side.

Seriously, Emma said, “I am sure there are spermies in there; that's why they tell young girls not to mess around with boys’ penises.”

I wanted my cock sucked by Emma; gently, I put my hand behind her head and slowly, as Emma stared at my twitching cock in her small hand, directed it until her face was close to it. I whispered:

“Emma, please suck my cock, like it’s an ice cream cone.”

After Emma sucked my cock twice, she removed it from her mouth, stared at the flared head, and again put it in to her mouth. I was close to cumming and mumbled:

“I’m close to erupting; hold it tight; pump, pump.”

Emma brought me to a climax, trapped my cum in the wad of tissues, and wiped my cock clean; she then remarked: 

“Your cock is still stiff,” and thoughtfully said:

“I was going to wait till tomorrow to couple, but looks like you can do it tonight.”

Gallantly, I whispered, “Emma, I'm so taken by your beautiful and voluptuous body; I can do it tonight and tomorrow. I've the advantage of being a young man.”

Giggling, Emma said, “That would impress me; I’m glad to know of your advantage.”

Emma said, “We didn't have time for dessert after dinner. Would you like to have a piece of chocolate cake and milk?”

Smiling, I whispered, “I had my dessert a short while ago, but I will have a small piece of cake.”

Blushing, after putting her blouse back, Emma went to the kitchen. I put back my shirt. Later, as I ate the piece of cake and drank the milk, I couldn't take my eyes off of Emma without panties and wearing only a blouse. 

When Emma was at the sink, rinsing the dishes, I hugged her, kissed the back of her neck, and gently poked my stiffened cock in to her voluptuous ass. After a few moments, blushing, and giggling, Emma said:

“Let's go upstairs and clean up before we go to bed.”

As Emma turned to walk up the stairs, gently, but firmly, I pulled Emma in to my arms. Emma squealed in surprise but yielded in my arms while I French kissed her, and fondled her magnificent boobs and her meaty buttocks.

After I stopped kissing her mouth, Emma, smiling, cooed:

“Billy, you have to wait till we go upstairs,” and, after sliding out of my grasp, ran up the stairs; I watched Emma's buttocks undulate as she climbed the stairs; my passion built up some more.

Emma's bedroom was neat, with white decor, and smelled of perfumes. While she was in her bathroom, I sat in a chair resting. After a few minutes, Emma returned to the bedroom wearing a short, light, blue, translucent, night gown; she hugged me and said: 

“Billy, go clean up; you don’t need to shower. When you’re done, leave the small fluorescent light on.”

After I returned to the bedroom a short while later, I saw Emma was seated at her dresser; she had combed her hair and was applying a fresh coat of lipstick. I hugged her lovingly from behind and smelled her freshly applied perfume on her neck. As I gently rubbed Emma's neck and shoulders, and her soft upper arms, she closed her eyes and leaned against my belly. Looking in to my eyes in the mirror, Emma grasped my hands and put them on her boobs and whispered:

“Billy, I'm all yours, lover.”

I nudged Emma to stand up in front of the dresser mirror and, as she put her hands behind my head, I fondled her boobs, under arms, and smooth arm pits. I whispered, 

“Emma, you’re a gorgeous woman; I’m lucky to be loving you,” and led her to the large bed whose covers she had turned down.

When Emma looked at me as to what to do next, I whispered:

“You get on top of me, please,” and stretched out on my back on the large bed, but it took several steps for her to couple with me:

I nudged a willing Emma to slowly straddle my waist. My stiff cock stood straight up and its head was slick with precum; I held it in my right hand and whispered:

“Emma, place it at your vagina and push it in slowly.”

Giggling, Emma cooed:

“It’s nice and big; it’ll fill me up.”

After a short time, Emma managed to stuff her pussy with my cock and sat still while her vaginal wall expanded. Emma’s pussy was tight and slick. I was glad I had cum earlier; otherwise, I might have blown my load in a matter of seconds.

After I placed two pillows under my head, I whispered to Emma: 

“Lean forward; I want to play with your boobs and suckle your nipples.”

Soon, Emma whimpered with pleasure as I played with her boobs and armpits, and she began to slide my cock in and out of her vagina.

I whispered to Emma:

“You’re a beautiful woman; let your passion build.” 

Emma French kissed me and rubbed my chest with her palms, ran her hands through my hair, and mumbled:

“Billy, you're so handsome,” and giggling cooed:

“Your cock feels good in me. I feel another orgasm coming.”

Gently, I reached between us, and rubbed her large clit; Emma whimpered incoherently:

“Billllly. Pinchhhhh. Pinchhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh,” and reached her orgasm; as I gently pinched her nipples, I felt her vagina spasming around my cock. 

Emma collapsed on my chest for a few minutes; she kissed my face and cooed:

“Oh, Billy. I'm a new woman. I had two orgasms. You’re a good lover. Ooooh, it's still hard. You get on top,” and slowly pulled her clasping vagina off of my cock; it came off with a plop.

After Emma settled on her back and opened her thighs, I got a brief look at her dense growth of brown pubic hair; I hoped to play with them another time. Underneath her flimsy night gown, her boobs slid to the sides and quivered with her breathing.

Quickly, I got on my hands and knees, placed my cock at her pussy and pushed it in slowly. Emma’s boobs cushioned my hairy chest; her smooth and soft thighs surrounded my thighs, my upper arms were entwined with hers; as I plunged my cock in to Emma’s snug and slick pussy, I kissed her eyes and neck; I did not want to ever remove my cock out of Emma’s pussy or leave her comfortable arms.

When my climax was close, I whispered:

“Emma, I'm close to climaxing; do you want me to take it out.”

Emma cooed, “Billy, go ahead, release it in me. I can't get pregnant; it's one advantage of middle age.”

SATURDAY MORNING

Next day morning, I heard the shower running, but I was too tired to get up and went back to sleep. Later, Emma woke me up; when I tried to pull her in to bed, she giggled, pulled away from me, and said:

“It’s eight. At 9:30, I am leaving for the VA Hospital to do volunteer work in the gift shop; if you get up and take a shower, you can have breakfast with me. I brought your clothes up.”

I said, “I'll give you a ride to the hospital.”

Emma said, “It's ok. Another volunteer, Betty, who lives near by, is giving me a ride.”

I took a quick shower, got dressed, and went downstairs to the small kitchen; it had a counter separating it from the dining area adjacent to the living room. 

I hugged Emma, who was placing scrambled eggs, pieces of bacon, and buttered toast on plates; she smelled of perfume and scented soap. Her hair was sprayed in place. She was dressed in a navy blue blouse with pink flowers, blue skirt, beige nylon stockings, and black heels; she had on a pearl necklace and stud pearl ear rings.

Still hugging, I whispered, “You look lovely; I like your pearls.”

When Emma felt my stiff, poking, cock, she giggled and said:

“Does it ever go down?”

I whispered to her, “It got hard as soon as I saw your gorgeous body.”

Smiling, Emma said: “I'll be back early afternoon; I'll have lunch at the hospital cafeteria with couple of patients,” and added:

“I would like to see an Elvis movie, 'Blue Hawaii' either today or tomorrow. It's at another drive-in, starts at eight.”

I said, “I have to do my laundry and clean my room, and check on a project at work. Can I see you at about two?” 

After Emma smiled and nodded her head, I suggested:

“Emma, let's go to 'Big Man' tonight and have a light supper; from there we can go to the movie.”

After a short while, softly, Emma asked: 

“You're not concerned about being seen with me, an older woman?”

I said, “Honestly, no. It's not a problem for me.”

Emma mumbled, “In our society, it's ok for an older man to date a younger woman, but an older woman dating a younger man is not looked upon kindly.”

I said, “But, it's happening, like Mae West, she’s dating younger men.”

Emma laughed, “Yes, she and other movie stars; please discreet about our relationship,” and, after a long pause, added:

“I like to cook. How about beef lasagna for dinner? I have a recipe from a member of Jim's family who liked Italian food.”

I said, “Ok. I'll bring red wine.” 

Emma said, “I’ve a short list of groceries; you can buy and bring them with you this afternoon.”

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

After a busy morning, I went to the YMCA and swam for about an hour; later, I put on a pair of cotton slacks and a white shirt. It was a sunny, warm, afternoon. At the supermarket, in addition to the groceries on Emma's list, I bought a bottle of red wine, and a dozen pink roses and a box of chocolates.

I put my car in Emma’s garage and closed the door. I knocked on Emma's back door at about two. After she opened the door, I handed her the roses, chocolates, and the bottle of red wine. After a long hug, Emma said:

“Billy, thanks for the roses and chocolates; you make me feel like a desirable woman,” and put the roses in a vase and filled it with water.

In the living room, Emma sat in a sofa and put her feet up on a stool, smiled at me, and said:

“I was on my feet all the time at the VA Hospital; my ankle is still a little sore; I've been reading the newspaper, while the lasagna is baking.”

She was still in the clothes and jewelry she wore in the morning.

I said, “Let me massage your feet.” 

After I sat on the carpeted floor near Emma's feet; I gently massaged her stockinged feet, especially her toes, eliciting moans of pleasure. I gently rubbed and scratched Emma's ankles, and asked:

“Is this hurting?”

She said softly, “No. Keep rubbing. It feels good,” and added:

“I'm glad to have you’re here rubbing my feet and legs; it’s hard to watch some of the veterans struggle to do simple tasks; they gave so much to this world.”

After a while, I wanted to cheer up Emma; I said:

“You look good in the pearl necklace and stud pearl ear rings.”

Emma smiled and said, “Billy, I’m glad you like my jewelry. I know you like my cleavage decorated with the necklace.”

Slowly, I inched my hand to Emma's knees and rubbed them, when she whispered:

“Billy, pull down all the window and door shades, and lock the front and back doors.” 

After I did those tasks, I returned to massaging Emma's slim and sex legs; later, slowly, I reached under her skirt and started rubbing her knees and then focused on her tapered thighs.

Emma whispered, “Billy, pour me a little bit of red wine; there's a cork screw in the right drawer. I'll put on some music. Let's have a party.”

She put on a Nat King Cole album. After I handed her a glass of wine, Emma took a small sip and said, 

“It's good,” and offered me a sip.

Soon, Emma finished the small amount of wine. She then stood up and smiling at me, removed her skirt, slip, and blouse; she was in blue silk panties and silk bra.

She whispered:

“Take off your shoes, pants and shirt, and hug me.”

Dressed in only our underwear, Emma and I hugged each other lovingly, and danced slowly; I could not help rubbing her back and fondling her buttocks; my cock grew and became stiff.

I said, “Emma, you smell nice; it feels great to hold you; you're a beautiful woman. I'm very glad you like me.”

Emma whispered, “I was a cheer leader in high school for the foot ball team. Jim played a corner back; he sure could hit, even guys bigger than him; but, he was sweet to me, just like you.”

After a few moments, Emma French kissed me, and whispered:

“Billy, I'm glad you like me; be patient with me,” and added:

“Just stand there and watch me,” and started swaying, jiggling her boobs, and wiggling her ass.

“Lover, take off my bra,” and after I removed it gently, lifted her boobs, and cooed:

“Kiss them.”

Gladly, for a long time, I kissed her sagging, large, boobs from different angles. I whispered:

“Emma, let me kiss and lick your sexy under arms and arm pits.”

Smiling, Emma lifted her right arm and, as I kissed her under arms and arm pits, lovingly held my head. She then lifted her left arm and offered her left arm pit for me to kiss and lick.

I mumbled, “Thank you,” and slowly slid to my knees in front of her and, grasping her buttocks, pushed my face in to her panties-covered crotch.

When Emma squealed in surprise, I just looked up at her; blushing and smiling, Emma said softly:

“I take it you want to lick my vagina; you're the first to lick me there. When I was young, I didn't know any man who liked to do it,” and added: 

“Don't look disappointed, you can lick my vagina; actually, I like it very much and was hoping you would do it again.”

I said, “I'll do it to you every chance I get; I get lot of satisfaction licking and sucking you.”

Emma cooed, “Today, we take it slow; another day, we may opt for a quickie,” and, after giggling, added:

“Enough talk; let me put on a night gown I bought today.”

I said, “When did you shop?”

Emma said, “Betsy dropped me off downtown near the department store,” and added:

“Oh, I better take the lasagna out of the oven.”

Later, Emma walked down the stairs; she had on a knee-length, see-through, pink night gown, beige stockings, and pink-high heel sandals; smiling, she slowly pirouetted couple of times and sat in an upholstered chair.

I crawled on my knees to Emma and whispered:

“You look beautiful; I love the pearl jewelry, pink nightie,” and hugged her.

Gently stroking my hair, Emma whispered:

“Billy, I’m glad you think I’m beautiful; you don’t see me as a middle-aged woman with wrinkles, big hips, and sagging breasts.”

Looking in to her brown eyes, I said, “Emma I only see a desirable woman. I want to please you.”

Lovingly, Emma kissed my mouth and said, 

“I see it in your eyes,” and cooed:

“Billy, I bought the lingerie just for you,” and, after giggling, cooed:

“Go ahead, lick me; I’ve been oozing since you walked in.”

After, I spread Emma’s labia and exposed her large clit, I began to lick the lips, clit, and suck her love nectars.

Emma whimpered with pleasure. She cooed:

“Pinch my nipples. Lick. Lickkkk. Suckkk. Ahhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhh.”

I managed to keep grasp of Emma's boobs with my hands and kept tweaking her large nipples; I left my tongue in contact with her large clit and waited until her crotch convulsions slowly subsided. Emma sighed and giggled, and cooed:

“Billy, you're a darling; I had a great orgasm,” and, after lifting my head, kissed my nectar-covered lips passionately. 

Nudging me to stand up, Emma asked, “How are you doing? Are you ready?”

When I slowly pulled my shorts down, Emma looked at my raging hard on, and whispered in awe:

“It's interesting: your cock gets hard when you lick my vagina. What do you want?”

I giggled at Emma's observation and said:

“Sit in my lap facing away,” and pulled her up from the chair.

Smiling, Emma brought out a large box she hid in the closet, and pulled out a navy blue silk robe; she cooed:

“Billy, wear it.”

After I wore the robe, Emma cooed:

“Oooh. You look handsome.”

I said, “Emma, thank you for the robe; I like it.”

EMMA TALKS TO AUNT ROSE

Soon, after I sat in the chair, Emma sat in my lap, and, with my help, pushed my cock in to her pussy. I enjoyed contact of my crotch with Emma's meaty buttocks, and my cock deep in her tight pussy. I fondled Emma's boobs and kissed her neck, as my precum flowed periodically from my cock near her cervix.

Just then the phone in the kitchen rang. Emma mumbled:

“It may be Aunt Rose from Florida,” and got off of my lap to answer the phone in the kitchen. Covering the phone, Emma craned her neck, looked at me, and mouthed:

“It's aunt Rose,” and kept staring at my erect cock. 

I smiled at Emma; I got up holding my cock, and walked to her; Emma smiled and grasped my cock. I nudged Emma to move to the counter and gently nudged her to bend over it. Quickly, I slid to my knees, lifted up her nightie, and kissed her buttocks and glistening pussy.

Emma looked at me, smiled, and held up her nightie with one hand freeing my hands to fondle her buttocks. With Emma looking over her shoulder at me, I stood up and holding my stiff cock aimed it at her pussy, and slowly pushed it in until my pubic hair mingled with her's. Slowly, I reached underneath her nightie and grasped her dangling boobs.

Emma, smiled, covered the phone with her hand, and whispered:

“Billy, it feels good. Aunt Rose doesn't hear well; that's why I'm talking loudly; sorry, she likes to talk; she may talk for at least 30 minutes.”

I whispered, “She can talk all she wants; I'm home.”

Inadvertently, Emma giggled; and explained to her aunt that the line was not good.

Soon, I started to pull my cock out of Emma's snug pussy and push it back in. With Emma cooperating by standing still, I tried to look at her pussy with my cock stuffed in it, but pulled out my cock completely; quickly, I pushed it back in.

Emma smiled and whispered to me:

“Looks like you're having fun.”

When I shoved my cock hard in to Emma's pussy, the slapping sound made when my crotch collided with Emma's meaty buttocks made both of us smile. Emma again covered the phone with her hand, and whispered:

“It looks like aunt Rose needs to talk to me for a while. I'm getting tired and need to sit; please bring a chair. Oh, put a towel to absorb our fluids.”

Reluctantly, I pulled my cock out of Emma's pussy and pulled up a chair and covered it with a towel from the closet. After sitting on the chair, gently I pulled Emma to sit in my lap and slowly snaked my slick cock in to her pussy.

After a few minutes, Emma covered the phone with her hand and whispered to me:

“This's fun; I'm impressed you did not climax for a long time.”

I mumbled, “Emma, I'm close. Please get up and lean over the counter,” and nudged her to again lean on the counter.

Emma whispered to me, “Billy, go for it, but don't make too much noise.”

Holding on to Emma's dangling boobs, I fucked her in rapid, long, strokes, and reached my climax. While I ejaculated deep in Emma’s pussy, I managed to suppress my moans and grunts. After several minutes, I pulled my slightly softened cock out of Emma's pussy; most of my cum dribbled out on to the back of her thighs.

I whispered, “I will bring tissues,” but Emma grabbed a clean kitchen towel and handed it to me which I used to clean her thighs, buttocks, cum-covered pussy lips, and pubes.

While continuing to talk to her aunt, Emma reached for another towel, wetted it under the faucet, and signaled to me to come to her. Smiling, after she cleaned my cock, she held it firmly in her small hand and, with wide eyes, watched it grow stiff. 

Soon after, Emma hung up the phone and looking at my crotch, giggled, and cooed:

“Billy, I love holding your stiff cock in my hand; I don't think it will go down,” and added:

“We should get dressed for dinner; I have to put a salad together, you go get dressed. I think we will make it in time to the movie.”

Emma freshened up, and put on a pink skirt and a white blouse that had buttons in the front. We ate our dinner: the beef lasagna was very good. Emma made sure I ate well; she said:




Mature Widows Ch. 01



“Billy, you need nourishment.” 

After a few moments, softly, Emma said:

“My Aunt Rose wants me to move to Florida; I was afraid to tell you that,” and, after a pause, added: 

“I've a pen pal, Bob; he served with Jim. Bob's living in Florida; I want to see how Bob's doing. I knew for some time my Aunt Rose will be visiting me.”

I realized Emma had strong feelings of obligation to a veteran, who served with her husband. Trying to be cheerful, I said:

“We can still go to a movie and meet at Charly’s.”

Emma replied, “Yes, we can, when I can get away; but, we won't have free reign of my house.”

I knew Emma was down and it would be a good idea for her to see a movie. I also knew she was conflicted about dating me, a younger man.

SATURDAY AT THE MOVIE

At the drive-in-theater, before the lights were turned down, I said:

“Emma, I’ll miss you when Aunt Rose visits you. I would like to see your beautiful face, may be we can meet for lunch.”

Emma replied, “Yes. We have a few days before Aunt Rose comes. I want to spend as much time as I can loving you.” 

I said, “I'll miss you too; I've become fond of you.” 

Emma said, “The last week I spent with Jim, he held me in his strong arms. We made love several times,” and, giggling, whispered:

“Jim carried me around in our bed room.”

I asked, “He carried you on his back?” 

Giggling, Emma said, “No, he carried me while we were coupled. But, then, I weighed ten pounds less.”

I asked, “How did you couple? Face to face?”

Emma whispered, “Once we coupled when he was standing; another time, while he was sitting down.”

Eagerly, I said, “Emma, I'm a big guy; I'm sure I can carry you around. Let's try it,” and, after a pause, asked:

“I thought you and Jim were not experienced much in sex?”

Emma said, “That's right. Jim learned about carrying me from a navy buddy in a bar; he reminded him we will be separated a long time and should try a new position. By the way, I liked what you did to me in the kitchen.”

Soon the lights were turned down; Emma snuggled to me, and placed my hands on her boobs. Slowly, I put my hands underneath Emma's blouse and grasped her bra-covered boobs.

I was focused on the movie when I heard Emma snoring softly. It had been a long and, somewhat, emotional day for Emma. I lowered the volume on the speaker and I too fell asleep for about 20 minutes.

When I woke up, Emma was still sleeping; after I woke her up, she mumbled:

“Sorry, I fell asleep.”

I said, “It’s ok,” and let her rest as I drove to her home. 

SATURDAY NIGHT WITH EMMA

At Emma's home, she fixed each of us a glass of wine. I was watching TV when she went upstairs. Several minutes later, Emma walked downstairs in a white, baby-doll, nightie, beige stockings, and white silk slippers; she brought my silk robe and whispered:


“Take your clothes off; put on the robe.”

Afterwards, she sat in my lap, hugged me, and cooed:

“Billy, just hold me,” and gently ran her hands on my face and chest, and my hair. 

I bent my head and kissed her large brown eyes, red lipstick-covered lips, and smelled her perfumed neck. Emma closed her eyes and placed my left arm behind her head; I kissed her exposed left boob that slid to the side, and her under arm and her perfumed arm pit.

Emma said, “I want to watch a show on TV; it'll be over in 30 minutes.”

I asked, “May I lie down with my head in your lap.”

She said, “Fine,” and soon after I laid down with my head in Emma's lap, I realized my face was close to her boobs; slowly, I lifted her baby doll dress, kissed her tummy and belly button, and fondled all around her right boob; I lifted my head and suckled her turgid nipple.

Emma, with her eyes on the TV, sighed and cooed, “Suck the other one,” and directed my head to her left boob.

I whispered, “Emma, I want a taste of your nectar; scoop it up with your finger.”

Blushing, Emma fingered her pussy; shortly, she brought her middle finger to my nose to smell her nectars and lick it. 

I requested, “More, please,” and smiling, Emma let me have another whiff and taste.

Emma nudged me to sit up, slowly knelt in front of me, opened my robe, and happily grasped my erect cock. After examining it a short time, she opened her sexy mouth and put it in. Gently, I pushed Emma’s head so that she took most of my cock in to her mouth, and I groaned with pleasure. Gently, Emma slid my cock out of her sucking mouth and whispered:

“Billy, let’s go to my bedroom; you can carry me in front of my dresser,” and, hugged me, as she pushed me upstairs.

In her bedroom, I pulled down a window blind and moved a standing lamp near the dresser; later, a smiling Emma hugged me in front of the dresser mirror; looking at our reflection, cooed:

“We look nice.”

I said, “Please put on your pearl ear rings and necklace; take off your nightie.”

Blushing and smiling, Emma quickly put on her jewelry and removed her nightie.

I said, “You look beautiful in the stockings and pearl jewelry.”

Blushing, Emma stood hugging me with her hands around my neck. I said:

“On a count of three, you have to jump up and straddle my waist. Ok?”

Emma nodded and, as best as she could, jumped to straddle my waist. 

I held Emma up by her soft buttocks and whispered:

“Emma, hold on to my neck tightly; don't let go. I’m going to use my right hand to put my cock in your pussy.”

Emma gasped with pleasure as my precum covered cock head snaked easily in to her pussy and filled it up. 

I whispered, “It's so nice to carry you, like a big baby. I love the feel of your lovely boobs on my chest. Your buttocks in my hands. Your pussy is tight around my cock.”

Emma blushed and cooed, “Your cock is deep in me. My vagina is stretched fully. It feels very good for me. I love it! This old lady thanks you!”

In the mirror, I saw Emma's slim arms around my neck, her bulging boobs crushed against my hairy chest, her toned-thighs and legs around my waist, and her shiny, white, buttocks had pink stress-streaks due to being held and squeezed firmly by my hands. I was also able to smell her sexy arm pits.

Emma whispered, “I am turned on by your hard body. I see your cock is deep in to my pussy. I’m stuffed,” then wistfully, she added:

“I look so much older than you; but, it turns me on. You like?”

In response, I lifted her crotch and humped her pussy; Emma purred and, buried her face in to my neck, and whimpered:

“Ohhhh. Billly. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhh.”

Emma’s pussy pulsed around my cock for a minute or so; after Emma recovered, she kissed my mouth, and said:

“You gave me a nice orgasm; you did not climax yet. Take me in my bed.”

Later, with Emma on her back, her boobs spread and spilled to the sides of her rib cage. When she held them up, they looked like twin cones with dark pink nipples. I pleaded with her:

“Please let me see them jiggle and bounce.”

After a blushing Emma removed her hands away from her boobs, they indeed jiggled and bounced sexily every time our crotches collided. After lifting her legs on to my shoulders, first, I fucked her slowly and then rapidly.”

After several minutes, I reached my climax and released a large amount of jism in jets: 

“Ohhhhhh. Cummmming. Cummming. Ohhhhhh.”

After I collapsed next to Emma, she got up to freshen up; after returning, she said:

“Billy, stay with me tonight.”

I said, “Yes, I’ll stay. Thank you,” and pulled her to me.

I slept soundly for several hours. Sometime during the night, I became aware of snuggling with Emma and poking my semi erect cock in to her buttocks, and she grasping my erect cock and holding it between her meaty thighs.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON WITH EMMA

I got up late; I smelled coffee and eggs; I was hungry. Emma was not in the kitchen. There was a short note on the dining table:

“Billy, good morning. I went to church; I should be back by Noon. I’ve to do laundry. There’s some coffee and eggs (in the oven); make yourself toast. You must be tired after carrying me last night (giggle!).”

I murmured to myself, “It was my pleasure.”

Emma’s note continued:

“Let’s talk tonight. Take a nice shower! Love, E!”

It was a nice, sunny, afternoon. After I showered and shaved, I drove to Emma's home. She was dressed in a pair of beige pants and a white blouse.

After hugging me, she said, “I can use your help carrying laundry upstairs.”

I followed Emma to the basement and carried a large basket of cleanly folded laundry to her bedroom.

That evening, after a light dinner: hamburgers and salad, Emma said:

“I’m going to take time off to be with Aunt Rose. I’ll call you when I can; may be we can meet at Charly’s.”

Emma saw my sad face and said:

“Billy, it’s hard on me too. I’ll miss you too.” 

After a long pause, she smiled, and said:

“I’ll be back after I change.”

Several minutes later, I saw Emma coming down the stairs dressed in a light blue, baby-doll, see-through, nightie. She applied red lipstick and fresh make up, and put on my favorite pearl jewelry. 

I stood up and hugged her, and whispered, “Emma, you look beautiful in blue.” 

Emma cooed:

“Take off your clothes. Put on your robe.” 

Later, she cooed, “Billy, love me.”

I French kissed Emma as I fondled her panties-covered buttocks. I slid to my knees, rubbed her calves, thighs, and her panties-covered crotch. I pulled her blue panties down and pushed my face in to her hairy crotch; Emma held on to my head as I nudged her to the dining table; she asked:

“You want me on the dining table?”

Eagerly, I said, “Yes, love,” and, after I helped her to sit on it, brought a sofa cushion for her head. I sat in a dining chair, first kissed her thighs from knees to crotch, spread her pussy to expose her glistening labia, and licked them.

Soon, Emma’s vagina became slick with her love nectar, and she whimpered: 

“Ohhhh. Billlly. Billllly. Suckkkkk. Lickkkkkkkk,” and her pussy convulsed around my mouth.

Emma sat up, smiled at me, and cooed:

“Stay in the chair; I want to sit in your lap,” and, after straddling my lap, slowly pushed my cock in to her lubricated pussy.

As my cock released streams of precum in to Emma’s love channel, I French kissed her, suckled her nipples, and kissed her under arms. I was perspiring from the heat of our coupled bodies.

Emma tightened her vaginal wall around my cock and slowly slid it in and out. Soon, as my cock exploded deep in her womb, I clasped Emma tightly against my body, tilted my head back:

“Ahhhhhhh. Cummming. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh.”

Emma got off of me and, using a wad of tissues, absorbed my cum in them. We sat in the living room and watched a variety show; we were also absorbed in our own thoughts. I had hoped to spend the night with Emma, but with no invitation to stay, I got dressed, and left.

TEN DAYS LATER

Emma took time off to be with Aunt Rose; after several days, she called me at work, and said:

“Meet me in Charly's Lounge at seven tomorrow night. We can talk for a while before my friend Bev joins us.”

While I waited at the bar sipping a gin and tonic in Charly's Lounge, I noticed a young, muscular, man talking earnestly with the mature, blonde, waitress; I could sense they were lovers. After Emma came in and kissed me on my cheek, she sat across from me in a booth; she was dressed in a maroon skirt, light blue blouse, and a new set of pearl jewelry.

I whispered to Emma, “You look nice in the new jewelry.”

Emma blushed slightly and said, “They’re presents from Aunt Rose.”

Soon after we ordered our drinks, more people came in to the lounge; our waitress told us a popular local group was going to play that night. While I sipped on the gin and tonic, and Emma on a daiquiri, the band started playing; I whispered to her:

“Emma, dance with me. I want to hold you in my arms,” and added in a pleading tone:

“I missed you very much.”

Emma replied, “I just could not get away to see you. Rose’s helping me get rid of lot of stuff in the garage; she’s a great person; she was always good to me.”

I asked, “Does Aunt Rose know about us?”

Emma said, “I just could not tell her we are lovers; I told her you are a friend from work. She might have wondered why you called me three times in one week,” and, after a pause, continued:

“I talked to Bev about Aunt Rose wanting me to move to Florida; she suggested I try it for a month and not quit my job.”

Eagerly, I said, “That's a good idea; unless you know for sure you like living in Florida, don't quit your job.”

Emma added, “Ok, let's dance.”

As soon as I touched Emma, my excitement increased. After dancing apart for a short time, Emma and I started slow dancing and my cock stiffened.

Emma asked, “How's work? Are you ok?”

I said, “Work's going well; I've been spending a lot of time in the lab. I miss you very much, but I'm ok.”

Emma whispered:

“I missed you too. It’ll be difficult to stay away from you.”

After about 30 minutes, Emma and I stopped dancing. Emma looked for Bev at the bar and said:

“I see Bev at the bar talking to a waitress. I'll ask her to join us. Please wait here.”

I saw Emma talking to a beautiful woman about 45 years old; I guessed she was Bev. Later, after Bev sat next to Emma, she shook my hand warmly. I ordered cokes for Bev and Emma, and another gin and tonic for myself.

Bev finished her coke and said, “I got to run along. I'm pleased to meet you, Billy. Hope to see you again,” and left.

Emma said, “Bev is my dear friend. She's been a widow for about five years. Her husband was in the service; he maintained Jeeps; he was turned down twice because he was too skinny. Poor guy caught a bad fever in the Philippines; he never fully recovered.” 

I said, “Bev must have taken care of him for a long time.”

Emma said, “Yes, he was in and out of the VA Hospital. Bev looks much better now; she was worn out taking care of Chris,” and added:

“Bev said she saw us dancing; she told me you're cute.”

I mumbled, “I hope Bev approves of me.”

Emma said softly, “I think she does,” and added:

“Billy, I’ll go to Florida with Aunt Rose and hope to come back in about a month by Thanksgiving. I'll explain to Aunt Rose I want to live in Ohio.”

I asked, “Can I help you in any way?”

Emma said, “Bev will take care of my house: water the plants and pick up mail. You can call Bev and leave a message for me,” and added:

“A part of me says I should stay here and another part I should be in Florida.”

At that moment I realized Emma would indeed go to Florida. I did not know if she would come back to me. I understood Emma felt she had to help another war veteran—it was as if she felt guilty she did not take care of Jim, her late husband. 

I said, “Emma, I'm fond of you; you helped me grow up. I know you have seen much more of life than me; I know you have to try out other things. Can I keep in touch with you?”

Emma replied, “Sure. Bev should know my where abouts,” and added softly:

“Billy, you're a special person to me. I hope you understand I've to take care of a few things in my life. I hope we can be lovers when I return.”

I drove Emma home; she hugged me a long time and said:

“Billy, take care of yourself.”

Several days later, I was still adjusting to Emma going away to Florida when a man I admired was assassinated.

Dear Reader, this story will be continued in Ch. 2. Please be sure to vote; you’re comments and suggestions are welcome and appreciated.



Mature Widows Ch. 02



In Ch. 1, I met a mature lady, Emma, who became my lover; she left for Florida in October 1963; before she left, she introduced me to Bev.

November 1963: I had not heard from Emma since she moved to Florida; I assumed she was busy with her new life. Two weeks after Emma left for Florida, on a Wednesday evening, I went to Charly’s. After I sat at the bar, I saw Bev talking to May, the blonde, mature, waitress. When she saw me, she smiled and said warmly:

“Hi Billy, nice to see you. Sit next to me. This’s my friend, May,” and introduced me to the blonde waitress.

I noticed Bev, dressed in a blue skirt and black long-sleeve blouse, had a sparkling smile, gray-blonde hair, and large blue eyes. As I sipped my gin and tonic, I found Bev was easy to talk to; as she and I talked about several topics, I ordered a daiquiri for Bev. As Bev and I were talking, the young muscular man I saw a few days ago sat next to me. Bev introduced him to me as, Nick. A few minutes later, May brought him a beer, and, smiling, said 'Hi' to him.

Bev said:

“I've to go home,” and, smiling at me, added:

“Walk with me home; I live a few blocks from here.”

As we were walking home, I realized Bev was slightly shorter than Emma; like Emma, she also had a nice figure, including a large bosom, small waist, flared hips, and well-tapered legs. Equally importantly, Bev appeared to be interested in me.

Bev said:

“I spoke with Emma on Sunday.”

I asked, “Is she alright?”

Bev said, “Emma's alright; she's still trying to sort things out. You know she asked for a one-year leave of absence from her job here; they gave it to her because she's a war widow and they found a person to work in her place,” and continued, softly:

“I’m sure Emma will sort out her life. Life goes on.”

Soon, we reached Bev's home on a quiet street; it was larger than Emma's. After she unlocked the front door and we went inside, she said:

“Would you like a cup of coffee and a piece of chocolate cake?”

I said, “Sure, if it’s not a bother.”

Bev cooed, “It’s a pleasure,” and left.

While Bev was in the kitchen, I saw a few recent photographs of her with Emma, and when they were young in which Bev looked like a vivacious blonde. In another photo, I saw a color photo of Chris and Bev at a swimming pool; he was a big man; Bev’s curves showed well in the one-piece swim suit.

After Bev placed a tray of coffee and cake on the small table, she said:

“Now you know how I looked 20 years ago.”

Still looking at the photographs, I said, “Bev, you’re more beautiful now.”

Bev giggled and said, “Flattery will get what you want,” and hugged me lovingly.

Bev and I sat on the sofa, and had our coffee and cake. Later, I said, “Thanks for the cake; it’s very good,” making Bev smile.

I helped Bev carry the used plates and cups to the kitchen, and as I watched her rinse them, I saw a voluptuous lady with flared hips. When Bev turned to reach for a dish towel, she ran in to me and I held her in my arms. When Bev did not try to leave my embrace, I hugged her tightly and pushed my cock in to her voluptuous ass.

Bev asked:

“How are you? Are you dating any one?”

I said, “I’m fine, busy with work. I’m not dating any one,” and after a pause added:

“I would love to see you, may be have dinner at Charly’s.”

Bev smiled and said, “I would love that; may be after Thanksgiving,” and added:

“Thank you for walking with me tonight.”

I said: “I should be going; it's really nice to see you,” and hugged her; Bev hugged me back warmly, pressing her mature chest in to me. 

I smiled at Bev and started walking back to Charly's where I left my car; I realized I liked Bev's warm personality and her voluptuous beauty.

THANKSGIVING

The week before Thanksgiving, on Friday, the President was assassinated; like many others, I was distraught for several days. I felt the need for love and kindness. While in college, Mary and I had campaigned for him. I called Mary’s parents in Indianapolis hoping to talk to her; a lady answered and said Mary had moved to Chicago, but did not give any other information. I thought of calling Bev, but did not want to impose on her.

On Saturday night, Bev telephoned me; she said:

“It's Thanksgiving next week. I invited my Aunt Myrtle. You are very welcome to join us for dinner.”

I said, “I don't want to be a bother.”

Bev said, “It's no bother at all. You should not be alone at this time.”

I said, “Ok. What can I bring for the dinner?”

Bev said, “Myrtle and I like wine with dinner; bring a bottle of white wine.”

I was glad for Bev’s invitation for I did not want to be alone on Thanksgiving. 

On Thanksgiving Day, I went to Bev late in the afternoon; she welcomed me with a warm hug and introduced me to Aunt Myrtle, a petite lady with a warm personality. Bev looked lovely: she was dressed in a black skirt and a red short-sleeve silk blouse; black tights and black high heels; she had on red lipstick, dangling silver ear rings, and a silver necklace; I saw she had deep blue eyes underneath granny glasses; her shoulder-length, blonde-gray hair, was combed back, and held with a silver clasp. 

With Bev helping, I fixed myself a gin and tonic, and for Bev and Myrtle. We toasted to the good health of all of us and the nation.

Looking at Bev's beautiful face and voluptuous body made my blues go away. During the dinner, couple of times, Bev saw me staring at her, and she smiled and blushed. The traditional Thanksgiving dinner was good and we finished the bottle of wine. After dinner, after Bev and I carried the dishes to the kitchen, Bev and Myrtle washed and rinsed them, and I dried them. A short while later, Myrtle went upstairs to rest. 

I was watching TV in the living room, when Bev sat next to me on the sofa and held me in her arms for several minutes; gently, she kissed my eyes and I kissed her lips. Bev said:

“I know you’re sad. Death of a young man is difficult to deal with. This’s a great country. We will come through. Life’s short; all of us need to move on.” 

I realized Bev had heard of many young men, younger than the late President, who died during the Second World War. 

After I said, “Bev, you’re right about moving on,” I laid in Bev's lap. 

Smiling, Bev gently kissed me on my lips. In response to Bev’s kiss and voluptuous body, my cock became rigid and, after lifting myself up, I kissed her back passionately.

I whispered, “You’re a beautiful and kind lady,” and kissed her long, slender, arms, and wrinkled neck.

Bev giggled and cooed, “That’s sexy,” and whispered:

“Let’s go to the Sun Room; Myrtle can’t hear us; there’s a mirror too.” 

I followed Bev, watching her swaying wide hips as she walked. In the Sun Room, Bev stood smiling in front of a large mirror, and, standing behind her, I kissed her neck. Slowly, I nudged Bev to remove her blouse revealing her red bra-covered boobs. Intently, Bev watched in the mirror, as I kissed her slender arms and neck, and fondled her silk-covered boobs.

After Bev removed her shoes and sat down, I whispered:

“Please take off your skirt.”

Blushing, Bev did so: she had on a black silk slip; after I sat on the couch, she sat in my lap facing me and French kissed me.

Looking at us in the mirror, Bev cooed, “It turns me on seeing you love me,” and wistfully said:

“I missed good loving; you’re a handsome man.”

While rubbing her bra-covered boobs, I smelled Bev’s perfumy cleavage and kissed it several times. Bev had sexy armpits: I rubbed and kissed them; she squealed happily when I suckled her bra-coved left nipple. Bev whimpered with pleasure when I pinched both her nipples.

When I pushed my stiff cock in to Bev's covered buttocks, she pushed back, and cooed:

I heard the TV in the living room: Myrtle must have turned it on; I whispered to Bev: 

“Please have dinner with me tomorrow at Charly’s”

Bev smiled and said, “Fine. See you about six.”

After Bev got off of me, on an impulse, I slid to my knees, and she looked at me smiling, slowly I lifted her silk slip, and kissed her tights-covered thighs and crotch.

Bev cooed, “That’s sexy. I love it.”

After both of us got dressed, I kissed Bev and left.

AN EVENING OF LOVE WITH BEV

Next day evening, I gave Bev a small box of milk chocolates; in response, she hugged me, pressing her boobs in to my chest, and said:

“Thank you; it's been a long time since a man gave me chocolates.”

Bev and I were at Charly's lounge just before six; Bev looked very attractive in a dark blue skirt and blue, silk, short-sleeve, blouse that showed her cleavage and slender white arms; she had on a pair of dangling silver ear rings, multi-chain silver necklace; again, I noted her deep blue eyes underneath granny glasses. Her hair was no longer mostly gray, but had a blonde hue; she looked a few years younger.

I said to Bev, “You look beautiful; I love your hair.”

Bev blushed and said, “Thank you.”

As Bev ate her salad and a little bit of the baked Haddock, I asked:

“How’s Aunt Myrtle?”

Bev said: 

“She’s fine; still staying with me; she’s going back to Connecticut after a week or so.”

After dinner, we went to Club 21 and visited over a glass of wine. I asked her:

“I see you’re a beautiful lady, I don’t know much about you.”

Bev smiled and said:

“I’m a widow. My husband, Chris, was an Engineer in the service; he served in the Philippines. He contracted tropical diseases I never heard of; I was lucky he came back alive; he lost his ability to make physical love to me.”

I said, “I know you and Emma are friends. How close are you?”

Bev, giggled, and said, “Yes, we were very close and double dated; for a short time, I dated the guy she married, Jim Rogers, and Emma dated the guy I married, Chris Novak. Now, I’m dating you.”

After a pause, she said, “Emma fell in love with Jim and I with Chris.” 

Wistfully, Bev added,

“I got a chance to take care of Chris. I was grateful for his companionship and help with chores when he could; he also tried to satisfy my sex needs; I loved him very much; never cheated on him.”

Bev touched my hand and whispered, “Now, I’m with you, a handsome young man; let’s have a good time.”

The club had a dance floor and I asked Bev to dance with me; after a fast dance, the Twist, we danced to slow music; Bev was a very good dancer. During the slow dance, Bev pressed herself against me; when I fondled her buttocks, she cooed:

“That’s nice.”

I whispered to Bev, “You're an elegant, beautiful lady.”

Bev giggled and cooed, “That's sweet; you're a handsome guy.”

About 11 p.m., Bev said: “It's stuffy here, let’s get out.”

As we walked out of the lounge hand-in-hand, several men stared at Bev appreciatively. In the lighted parking lot of Club 21, I opened the car door for Bev; as she sat on the seat, her skirt was pulled up exposing her beige stockings and she did not make any effort to pull it down. After I got in to the car, I locked the doors, and gently pulled Bev to me and French kissed her. 

After we sat in my car, I whispered:

“Bev; you’re beautiful. I want to hold you in my arms.”

Bev cooed, “Aunt Myrtle’s staying with me; we can't go to my place.”

I asked, “Can we go to the State Park?”

Bev cooed, “I don’t want to go to a park; there's a secluded area behind the garage; no one can see us there.”

As I was driving, slowly, Bev moved her hand to my crotch and, after rubbing my cock lump, cooed:

“It’s hard. I’m glad you find me attractive.”

I whispered, “Bev, you’re more than attractive,” in response, Bev squeezed my cock. 

As we approached her drive way, Bev said to me:

“Turn off the head lights; slow down; pull in behind the garage,” and added:

“Aunt Myrtle's bedroom is in the front of the house; I don’t see a light in her room; she may be resting.”

I followed a gravel-covered road that went past the garage and stopped the car under an Oak tree.

Bev whispered, “It's cool outside; keep the windows closed; turn off the engine. Let's get in to the back, you first.”

Quickly, I moved to the back seat and helped a smiling Bev to sit next to me. Giggling, Bev, cooed:

“I feel like a teenager,” and lithely moved to sit in my lap.

Throwing her hands around my neck, Bev French kissed me for a long time and, when my cock hardened against her ass, cooed:

“It's so easy to turn you on,” and rubbed her ass on my hardened cock.

In the moon-lit night, I could see her sparkling eyes as she took my hands and placed them on her boobs. She then cooed:

“Help me take off my blouse. Take off your shirt.”

She ran her hands on my hairy chest and kissed my nipples, and whispered:

“Nice; hairy and hard; raise your arms,” and, after kissing my hairy armpits, pressed her bra-covered boobs to my chest.

Wanting to fondle Bev's boobs, I pleaded:

“Please take off your bra.”

As Bev reached behind to unsnap the bra hooks, she said hesitantly:

“They sag; I hope you like them.”

I whispered, “I’m sure they’re beautiful. Please let me see.”

When Bev removed her bra, her boobs looked beautiful in the moonlight: large, hanging, and swaying gently. I whispered:

“They’re perfect,” and, as Bev giggled and cooed happily, I lifted both and started suckling her nipples.

Bev’s smooth underarms also looked inviting and as I kissed them and fondled her boobs, she tilted her head back and whimpered softly.

Softly, I said, “I want to eat your pussy.”

Bev asked in surprise, “You mean, right now?”

Giggling, Bev protested:

“You want to put your mouth on my privates in a car?”

I said, “Life's too short to not enjoy good sex,” and added:

“It's dark, no one can see us. Leave your skirt on.”

Slowly, Bev got off my lap, sat next to me, and, reaching under her skirt, removed her panties, but left her girdle and beige stockings on. Softly, she protested:

“Billy, it's nasty,” and added:

“It’s been oozing since we danced; I should clean it.”

I said, “Please don’t; I want to drink your nectars.”

Quickly, I got on my knees in front of Bev, snatched the panties from her hand, inhaled the nectars at the soaked crotch, and put them around my neck.

As Bev was giggling at my actions, quickly, I lifted her skirt to her mid thighs and, with my head, slowly pushed them apart. As I kissed her smooth thighs, Bev started to whimper with pleasure. Gently, she pushed my head towards her crotch; soon, my mouth was at her hairy pussy matted with her thick juices. Eagerly, I started to lick her nectar-filled pussy lips and clit.

Bev squealed with pleasure and holding my head in her hands, mumbled incoherently:

“Gooood. Suckkkkkk. Suckkkkkkk,” as her crotch convulsed uncontrollably.

As Bev’s orgasm subsided, I rubbed her smooth, meaty, thighs, and fondled her drooping boobs. Later, Bev bent her head and kissed my pussy-juice slickened face. She pulled out several tissues from a box on the window sill of the car, wiped my face, and cooed:

“It was a great orgasm; you're a lovely man,” and added:

“You've been very patient. Lower your pants and underwear.”

After lowering my pants and underwear, I sat on the car seat with my cock throbbing in the warm, sex-fragrance filled, car.

Bev grasped my throbbing cock in her delicate right hand, and cooed:

“It's nice: big, and hard,” and, giggling, added:

“I know you’re clean; I’m past child-bearing age; no need for a condom,” and sat in my lap with her back towards me.

After I helped Bev snake my cock in to her slick pussy, she leaned against me, with the back of her head on my shoulder. I grasped Bev’s large, saggy boobs, and kissed her neck. I felt my cum oozing out of my throbbing cock deep in her slick and snug pussy. 

I whispered, “This’s heavenly,” and kissed the side of Bev’s left boob.

I could not slow my climax; I whimpered, “I'm cummmming. Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh.”

After a few minutes, I whispered, “Wow. That's the fastest climax I've had.”

Bev, giggled, and whispered, “It's called a hair trigger; happens after long abstinence,” and added:

“Your cock’s still hard. Go for another one. I'll help you,” and began to fuck my cock as her jism-filled pussy slid on my cock making squishy sounds. I lasted longer than the first time; the car smelled of our sex fluids: Bev’s pussy nectar and my cum. After I reached my second climax, Bev pulled several tissues from her purse and cleaned my cock and her crotch; she cooed: 

“I’m sticky with love juices; I need a shower.”

After we got dressed, we walked to the back door of Bev’s home; I hugged her passionately, kissed her lips, and said:

“I would like to see you again.”

Bev said, “I would love to. Aunt Myrtle will be with me; I may not be able to until Friday. Call me Sunday night; my phone’s listed under Chris Novak.”

LOVING BEV ON TUESDAY

On Sunday night, when I called Bev, she cooed:

“Come for dinner on Tuesday; Aunt Myrtle's cooking fried chicken. Come straight from work.”

On Tuesday, after parking my car, when I knocked on Bev's backdoor, she opened the door, and hugged me passionately. When I handed her a bouquet of roses, she smiled and said:

“Thank you. Make yourself a gin and tonic.”

I asked, “Where's Aunt Myrtle?”

Bev smiled and said, “She's spending the evening with a cousin,” and added:

“I told her about us; she saw me come in disheveled after our date on Friday. She likes you. She's glad I'm happy; she wanted us to be together and insisted that I take her to her cousin's home.”

I said, “What can I say? That's sweet of her.”

She said, “She'll be back about ten or so tonight.”

I saw Bev was dressed in a beige skirt and a short-sleeve black blouse; beige stockings and black shoes; she also had on a new set of silver ear rings and necklace.

I didn’t want to eat too much; after I ate a little of my dinner, I helped Bev clean up the kitchen table. Soon, Bev and I sat in the living room on the sofa; gently, I pulled Bev to sit in my lap and French kissed her. I removed her glasses, and kissed her eyes.

Bev said softly, “Billy, I'm glad you like me. I'm a widow, older than you, please be patient with me.”

I removed Bev's glasses and kissed her eyes, cheeks, and mouth, and said:

“I'm sure all your feelings will come back.”

Bev giggled and said, “Yes, I'm beginning to feel horny sitting on your stiff cock.”

Bev removed her blouse exposing a black silk bra. After I gently rubbed her bra-covered boobs, I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra; Bev's lovely boobs spilled out; they were heavy and sagged sexily, had pink areolas, and large pink nipples.

I whispered, “They're lovely,” and suckled her left nipple for a long moment.

Shyly, Bev cooed, “Suckle the other one,” and offered me her right nipple.

After a few minutes, smiling, Bev slid to her knees, put her glasses back, and helped me to take off my shoes, pants, and underwear. Staring at my swaying rigid cock, she nudged me to sit on the sofa. Gently, she grasped my cock and examined it from the head to the root, and mumbled:

“It’s big, stiff, and smooth,” and slowly licked my precum.

Bev looked in to my face and said:

“I’m having dryness; you’ve to be patient,” and, after a pause, giggled, and cooed:

“I’ll bring a box of tissues to catch your spermies.”

When Bev returned with a box of tissues, I stood up and, with my enlarged cock swaying, I hugged her, and said:

“I don't think it's right for only me to be satisfied; I really like to suck your pussy.”

Bev, blushed, and cooed:

“Ok, I would love that.”

After I fondled Bev’s curvy buttocks and nice thighs, I slid to my knees on the carpet. Blushing, Bev lifted her skirt, and held my head with the other hand as I ran my face on her upper thighs and panties-covered crotch.

Again, as Bev blushed, I removed her panties. Under the living room light, I saw she had dense, blonde-gray, pubic hair. She had a beautiful pussy with thick, pink, labia. I put my nose in her bush and smelled her aroused fragrance. I wet my middle finger and slowly rubbed it on the labia and then her clit; Bev whimpered with pleasure. Gently, I inserted my middle finger and slowly pushed it in to her pussy; and said:




Mature Widows Ch. 02



“It's wet; time to lick it.” 

Smiling, Bev nudged me to lie on my back on the rug, and holding on to the covered frame of the sofa, Bev had her crotch near my mouth. After I started licking her labia and clit, I heard Bev moaning with pleasure; I clamped my mouth around her enlarged clit and gently sucked on it. Soon, Bev’s pussy spasmed on my mouth and her crotch convulsed:

“Biiiiiilly. Suckkkkk. Suckkk. Ahhhhhhh. Oooooh.”

After Bev recovered from her orgasm, she cooed:

“I want you in me,” and slid backwards, brought her crotch above mine, and slowly snaked my precum-covered cock in to her pussy. 

After a few moments, Bev said, “Let me see if I can shift my weight from my knees to my feet.”

After slowly pulling out my cock, she stood up and squatted over my crotch; slowly, she pushed my erect cock deep in to her wide open, stretched, pussy.

I mumbled, “It's incredible feeling; my cock is deep,” and, after I lifted myself on my elbows, I saw Bev’s widely exposed crotch and my cock plugged her love channel.

Bev smiled and began to slide my cock deep in to her snug pussy and slowly slide it back. The pleasure was too much. My climax rolled:

“Ahhhhhh. Aaaaaah. Ohhhhhhh. Ahhhhhh.”

As my cock still pulsed, I mumbled:

“That was incredible; I love that squat,” making Bev blush.

Bev and I snuggled for several minutes, and fell asleep for about 20 minutes. I kissed Bev good night and left, before Aunt Myrtle returned.

FRIDAY EVENING WITH BEV

On Friday, after work, I stopped at a flower shop and bought dozen roses, almost as red as Bev’s lipstick. I took a shower, and dressed in a white dress shirt, beige pants, and a blue sweater. When I went to Bev's home, I parked in the back of her house; she was dressed in a beige silk robe; after letting me in to the house, she hugged me passionately, French kissed me, and said:

“I'm not ready yet; I've to put on jewelry and perfume. How’s work?”

I said, “Fine, busy. I’m applying for a permanent job at the labs.”

Bev said, “That’s great.”

“Did you have a good week with Aunt Myrtle?”

Bev said, “Yes, thanks.”

When I handed her the red roses, Bev’s face lit up with a big smile. She hugged me and said:

“It’s so thoughtful and romantic”

I managed to mumble, “Thanks; you’re a beautiful lady.”

Smiling, she said, “I’ll tell you about an invitation from May; come upstairs.”

In her bedroom, after she removed her robe, I saw Bev was in a bra, girdle, stockings, and panties; her hair was nearly all blonde and wavy; she sat on a large padded stool in front of a dresser mirror and began to put on jewelry and spray perfume.

She said: “Nick and May are hosting a party tonight at her home; sorry, I didn’t tell you earlier, but we have plenty of time. May asked us to bring a six-pack of beer; she assured me there will be lots of snacks and to come about nine.”

While admiring Bev standing in front of the well-lit mirror clad in underwear, I asked 

“What are they celebrating?”

Bev said: “It's the 2nd anniversary of Nick and May together; they still like each other very much. Nick and another woman invited other couples like us.”

I said, “I suspected Nick and May were lovers; I'm glad there are other young guys like me.”

Bev smiled and cooed, “You mean other young guys who date older women.”

I blushed and said, “Yes.”

Bev said, “I'm glad you like older women,” and stuck her chest out.

I walked to Bev and looking at her lovely cleavage in the mirror, rubbed her shoulders gently. Smiling at me, Bev reached with her right hand and touched my crotch, and whispered: 

“Billy, I know you want me now; let's go to May's party; I'm sure we will have fun.”

I grasped her hand and held it for a few moments, and said:

“Ok. It's a date.”

Bev said, “I heard of sex parties; never attended one,” and added:

“Mind you, I’m not in to swapping; I don’t want to catch diseases.”

I said, “Me too.”

Bev dressed in a short black skirt and a blue silk short-sleeve blouse, beige girdle and stockings, and black high-heels; she put on gold, stud, ear rings and a necklace; she looked beautiful and voluptuous.

Bev said, “Billy, would you like to drive my car; it needs to be run.”

THE 5-12 PARTY

After dinner and picking up a six-pack of beer, with Bev giving directions, I parked her black Cadillac in the back of May's large house.

Bev said, “May got the house after divorcing her husband; he drank too much and was abusive.”

The back porch door was unlocked, and Bev and I walked in. May’s home had a large living room with an adjacent dining room, where there were snacks and beverages; there was music from a stereo set. There were eight couples with the men being younger than the women. Some of the couples were dancing in a lit area. All the women were dressed sexily to turn on their men and have fun. After May welcomed us, she introduced us to three couples and went to find Nick.

Later, Bev whispered, “Look at Ed and Ell dancing near the stereo,” and touched my growing cock lump.

I saw Ed, about my age, was slow dancing with Ell, a lady about 50 years old; from the way he was holding her in a tight embrace, it was obvious she was his lover. Ell was dressed in red: a short skirt and a low-cut blouse, and red tights; she was enjoying the dance and had a dreamy look on her face. 

Nick and May also were dancing. May had on black tights and a bare-back dress that showed her generous cleavage. When the music stopped, most of the couples stopped dancing, and hugged each other; a few French kissed.

When the music restarted, I whispered to Bev:

“Please dance with me,” and led Bev to the floor. 

With Bev hugging me tightly, we danced slowly; Bev pushed her right thigh in to my rigid cock. During a fast song, Bev lifted her arms high, and wiggled and gyrated sexily. 

Bev said: “It's warm here; I need something to drink, a soft drink.”

After we picked up two sodas in the dining room, we went in to the kitchen in search of ice cubes. I saw Ell had Ed against the sink as she was French kissing him; he had her hands inside her tights squeezing her large buttocks.

Bev whispered, “I think grandma is masturbating that boy,” prompting me to look again at the couple; indeed, Ell had her partner's young, stiff, cock in her right hand.

To get fresh air, Bev and I walked to the enclosed back porch; in the dim light, we saw May standing against a pool table with her tights and panties at her ankles, and Nick was on his knees with his head bobbing up and down in her crotch.

Bev whispered, “Nick is licking May’s pussy.” 

I said, “He’s also smelling her excited sex fragrance.”

Soon, Nick stood up and slowly plunged his cock in to May's old pussy; as she mewed incoherently, he continued to plunge in to her again and again. 

We returned to the living room; Bev whispered: 

“Not all couples are screwing,” and added:

“Some are still getting to know each other, like Bobby and Kathy over there; she’s trying to get adjusted to his passionate love making.”

I saw young Bobby kissing Kathy’s wrinkled neck; she tilted her long neck back to let him kiss her throat; when he took a breather from kissing her neck, she took a sip of beer from a can in her hand. Soon, she smiled when he whispered something to her, and Bobby hugged her from behind and started kissing the back of her neck.

Bev whispered, “Look where he’s nuzzling her big boobs.”

I whispered to Bev, “You’ve big boobs too, may I hold you like that?”

Bev cooed, “Of course,” and let me hug her from behind, poking my rigid cock in to her ass, and nuzzling her boobs.

Bev cooed, “The neat thing about a young guy dating an older lady is each knows what the other wants.”

I said, “There are other advantages.”

Bev asked, “Like what.”

I said, “There are fewer mind games,” and added:

“We don't have to worry about making babies.”

Bev said, “That's a good one,” and added:

“I'm getting turned on looking at all these old women being loved by young guys. Let's see who's the youngest here.” 

I said, “It’s Bobby; let's see who's the oldest woman here.”

Bev said, “Look over there.”

I saw Nan, who looked to be slightly older than Ell, dancing with Big Guy, who was about 6'2'', 220 lb, and about 35 years old. Nan was a slim lady. She squealed when he lifted her up, and after she wrapped her navy blue tights-covered legs around his waist, he French kissed her.

Bev said, “I wonder why she wore a sleeve-less blouse.”

A few minutes later, we saw Nan smile at her partner, as she swayed in front of him. Still smiling at him, she lifted her right arm high above her head, and allowed Big Guy to kiss her slender, wrinkly, under arms; the ritual was repeated with her left arm.

I grasped Bev's waist and said, “That's a sexy thing to do.” 

My cock got stiffer when Big Guy kissed his partner's armpits. Bev whispered:

“Look, he's got a big bulge in his pants.”

Then Big Guy lifted Nan up by her buttocks, and maneuvered her so that she was hanging up side down with her crotch in his face. Nan started squealing with pleasure as Big Guy started sucking her tights-covered pussy; she was still squealing as he carried her away.

I whispered to Bev, “I wonder how that small, older, lady is going to handle Big Guy.”

She cooed, “She can adjust easily to lots of loving by Big Guy,” and added:

“I want to watch them loving each other,” and led me to the back porch.

In the dim light, Big Guy had Nan against the pool table; as her left leg was wrapped around his narrow waist, his crotch was pushed against her's. 

Bev whispered, “Either he tore a hole at her crotch in the tights or she bought one with an opening.”

Bev then cooed, “Billy, suck me, as I watch them.”

I slid to the floor, put my head underneath her short skirt, lowered her panties, and searched her crotch until my lips found her juicy pussy. As I licked Bev's pussy, Bev whispered:

“Nan's mewing and whimpering with pleasure, Big Guy is fucking her at a slow and steady rhythm. He stopped to rest and kiss Nan's wrinkled neck. He's resumed fucking her again. He's speeded up plunging in to her and he stopped: he must have had a climax.”


Bev whispered, “Big Guy has not let go of Nan. She’s whispering in his ear; he's resumed fucking her. Big Guy has lifted Nan on to the pool table; now, her hands are on the table and her thighs around his waist; she's watching his face as his cock is deeply embedded in her pussy.”

“Looks like Big Guy's spent. He just pulled his cock out of Nan's old pussy; I see a large wet spot on her tights. Nan just ran to the bathroom; Big Guy followed her.” 

Urgently, Bev whispered, “I'm cummmming. Billllly. Billly. Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhh,” as I held on to her meaty thighs and had my nose buried in her wet pussy.

After a short time, Bev lifted me up, kissed my pussy nectar-covered mouth, and cooed:

“I want to suck your big cock; let's go to my car, you'll be comfortable there; no one will miss us.”

Giggling, both of us went out the back door to Bev's Cadillac and got in the back. After I sat comfortably, Bev reached in to her purse and pulled out several facial tissues; she reached for my crotch with her small right hand, unzipped my fly, and slowly pulled out my rigid, throbbing, cock. She spread my precum on my cock head with her fingers, and slowly pumped my cock.

While she was slowly jacking my cock back and forth, Bev opened her small mouth and licked my cock head. She fondled my balls and ran her tongue along the length of my cock. 

I whispered eagerly, “I'm close.”

While jacking my cock with her right hand, Bev covered my cock head with her mouth and sucked it. I groaned with pleasure for several minutes and released several jets of come in to her sexy mouth. After she wiped my cock and her mouth with the tissues, we went in side May's home.

When May saw us in the dining room, she said, “I hope you're having a good time.”

I asked May, “How long have you had these parties?”

May said, “Nick and I joined bout a year ago. It's a voluntary group; Ell in the red tights and Nan in the navy blue tights have been organizing them; they call them 5-12 parties, for May-December couples. Our goal is for new couples to realize there are other ordinary people like them; you know Nan is an elementary school teacher and Big Guy is a wresting coach.”

Bev said, “I bet they’re not at the same school.”

May said, “No; Big Guy works in an out-of-town school district,” and added:

“Ell is organizing another party at her home next week for new couples, like you two; she also wants to give Bobby and Kathy a chance to spend time together.”

I asked, “Why can't they find time to be together?”

May said, “Bobby’s still a student and Kathy’s afraid her son will find out she's dating his buddy. She's still not sure of dating a guy much younger than her.”

Bev asked, “Is she worried about losing child support?”

May said, “She's not receiving child support; her only son is Bobby's age. It may help them to talk to other couples. Would you mind talking to Bobby and Kathy, may be when you drive to Nan’s farm?”

I said, “We’ll be happy to talk to them.”

May added, “I’ll tell them you will help them. I better go find Nick,” and left.

Later, Bev whispered, “Let’s go home.” 

I said, “I have to be at the lab at nine; I’m being considered for a permanent job.”

Bev said, “Great news; lover, you’re mine, I want you in my bed tonight.”

After we thanked May and Nick, Bev led me to her car.

As I drove, Bev said, “I loved watching the older women being loved by young guys. I would love to see Bobby and Kathy get together; I bet he’ll love her passionately. I would like to see adult movies; I hope someday we can see them in the privacy of our bedroom.”

BEV AND I AFTER THE 5-12 PARTY

At her home, after freshening up, Bev said:

“Let's have a cup of coffee and chocolate cake I baked.”

After tasting a piece of the cake, I told Bev, “The cake's great.” 

Bev fed me another small piece; that's when I gently pulled her in to my arms and French kissed her. Giggling, after taking a bite of the cake, Bev kissed me and transferred most of it in to my mouth. Afterwards, I helped Bev take the soiled cups and plates to the kitchen; as she was rinsing them in the sink, I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. Bev giggled and cooed:

“That' so sexy,” prompting me to kiss her again.

After the dishes were done, I turned Bev to face me and gently French kissed her. I said:

“You've beautiful blue eyes,” and kissed her again.

Smiling, Bev led me upstairs to her bedroom. It was decorated in light pink and smelled of a mixture of perfumes. I helped Bev remove her skirt and blouse; she had on a cross-stitched bra. I rubbed her slender upper arms.

I hugged her as she stood in front of the mirror. Smiling, Bev took my both hands and put them on her bra-covered boobs.

“You’re lovely,” and pleaded:

“Can I taste you?”

Bev cooed, “I've to take off my girdle.”

I whispered, “Leave your stockings on.” 

Bev nodded, and watched me take off my shirt, pants, and underwear. Bev giggled when she saw my swaying, rigid cock, and gently grasped it in her tiny hand. I helped Bev take off her bra and immediately grasped her unfettered, swaying, boobs. 

Bev said: “My stockings are sliding down. I'll put on a garter belt to keep them up.”

After taking out a pink garter belt from a drawer, she put it on. After she also put on a pink baby-doll night gown and pink panties, she pirouetted sexily.

As Bev watched me intently in the mirror, I hugged her and fondled her boobs, under arms, and kissed her neck. Nudging her to sit on her large bed, I slid to my knees and removed her pink panties, and ran my fingers through her dense, blonde-gray, pubic hair, and rubbed her thick, labia. I put my nose in her bush and smelled her aroused fragrance. I wet my middle finger and slowly rubbed it on the labia and then her clit; 

Bev cooed: “That feels good.”

I lifted her legs on to my shoulders, and rubbed my face on her pubes, and pussy. Her opened pussy lips glistened with her juices; I licked them and then Bev's clit several times, and pressed my flattened tongue on it and moved it up and down. Bev whimpered incoherently.

Bev’s pussy juices became slicker and she started cumming: her cunt spasmed and pulsated, and her body convulsed uncontrollably, especially her crotch. I felt her pulsing clit on my lips and tongue. 

Bev whimpered, “Sweeeet. Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhh.” 

After a few minutes, gently, Bev pushed my head away, and said:

“That’s enough for now. I have to pee. I will be back in a few minutes,” and went to the bathroom.

Bev returned in a few minutes and whispered seriously:

“I think I have gray pubes,” as she stood in front of me.

I said, “Let me look,” slid to my knees, and proceeded to examine Bev’s light blonde pubes as I ran my fingers through her bush. Her bush smelled of a mixture of perfume and her aroused pussy juices. I could not find any. After several minutes of examination, I said:

“I don’t see any, honestly,” and added:

“It looks succulent and beautiful, and very fuckable.”

Bev giggled, hugged me, and grasping my cock cooed:

“I have not done it doggy style in a very long time. Let’s fuck while looking at ourselves in the mirror. I put jelly to avoid discomfort,” and grasping the back of the chair bent to expose her voluptuous buttocks, ass hole, and hairy pussy.

First, I slid to my knees and kissed Bev’s smooth, shiny, buttocks, and rubbed my cheeks on them; Bev squealed happily and said:

“You also have a buttocks fetish.”

I grinned, stood up, positioned my cock at Bev’s pussy opening, and pushed my cock in, and watched in awe until my crotch was cushioned against her meaty buttocks. 

After a few minutes, I sensed that Bev was getting tired being bent over a chair; I suggested: 

“Make love to me sitting in my lap.” 

Bev nodded her head and sat in my lap with my cock deep in her pussy. I fondled her magnificent pink bra-covered boobs. I kissed Bev’s mouth several times.

Happily, Bev cooed, “I am loving every second of our petting and fucking session; I can feel your cock pulsing in my pussy. You have not let go of my boobs.”

I whispered, “I love fondling your boobs. It makes my cock leak precum continuously.”

After staying coupled for about 10 min, my climax was beginning deep in my balls. Using my palms on Bev’s buttocks, I lifted her pussy off my cock about six inches and slowly allowed it to slide back; Bev sensing my approaching climax tightened her vaginal walls around my cock. Soon, as I mauled Bev’s boobs, I impaled my cock deep in her pussy and reached climax; my cock jerked repeatedly and released several jets of cum:

“Ahhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Bevvvv. Ahhhhh.”

When Bev got off of me, some of my cum dribbled down her thigh. As she used a wad of tissues to absorb our fluids, she giggled and said:

“You sure released a large load of cum. I bet your spermies are looking for an egg; too bad for them!”

Soon, as Bev and I rested in her large bed, she whispered:

“Billy, stay with me tonight.”

SATURDAY WITH BEV

When I woke up, I smelled coffee. I got dressed and went to the kitchen, and hugged Bev. As I drank a cup of coffee Bev offered, I watched voluptuous Bev dressed in a beige, silk, robe.

Bev said, “Ell confided that Ed likes anal sex; he has a not-so-thick cock.”

I asked, “Does it hurt?”

Bev said, “I tried once with Chris on my honeymoon; I couldn’t take him deep; I would like to try with you,” and added:

“Ell said that Ed lasts a couple of minutes. She gave me lot of pointers.”

I said, “You have lovely buttocks; we can try as long as it’s satisfying,” and, after a pause, added:





Mature Widows Ch. 02



“Got to go to work; let’s have dinner tonight; see you at six?”

That evening, Bev was dressed in red silk short-sleeve blouse, black skirt, beige stockings, and black heels; she put on stud diamond ear rings and a gold necklace. We had wine with our dinner.

After dinner, at Bev’s home, she sat in my lap on a couch. After we French kissed several times, I helped Bev remove her blouse and skirt, and her silk slip. My cock very rigid when I saw Bev in her red silk bra, and panties. Bev helped me remove all my clothes except for my tee shirt and socks, and grasping my rigid cock led me to her bedroom.

In front of her dresser mirror, I unhooked her bra and fondled her large boobs for several minutes. When I rubbed her panties covered crotch, Bev cooed:

“I’m wet; I’ve been thinking of you all day; lick my pussy, lover,” and, after removing her panties and girdle, laid down on the side of the bed. 

After I slid to the floor, Bev opened her legs wide. After I smelled Bev’s pussy fragrance and perfume, I licked her twat and sucked her clit for several minutes. As Bev had a long-lasting orgasm, she whimpered:

“Ahhh. Ohhhh. Suckkkkk. Ohhhhhhh.”

After she savored her orgasm, Bev cooed:

“I’ll be back after freshening up.”

Several minutes later, Bev returned wearing a black garter and black stockings, and said:

“I’m excited; I put the jelly Ell gave me,” and, grasping my cock, added:

“Put your big cock in my pussy first; then try my ass; stretch it first. Ell said not to go back.”

Bev then got on her hands and knees; I saw her shiny, puckered, pink ass hole between her voluptuous buttocks. First, I kissed her shiny buttocks, then I snaked my rigid cock in to Bev’s lubricated and snug pussy. 

As I slowly plunged my cock in and pulled it out of Bev’s pussy, slowly, I inserted my middle finger in Bev’s anus; after it adjusted to my finger, I reamed it several times.

Bev cooed, “That’s nice; try your thumb”, and I did that.

I whispered to Bev, “Here it comes,” and placed my pussy nectar-covered cock at her anus; I slowly pushed a short length in and waited for the tight wall to relax.

Without pushing my cock in further, I started fondling Bev’s boobs and pinching her nipples. When again I pushed my cock head in, Bev trembled, and I stopped until she whispered:

“That feels good.”

I whispered, “It feels incredible; I’m getting close to cumming.”

Bev whispered, “Rub my clit; go in, slowly,” and I pushed about half of my cock.

As I squeezed Bev’s clit, Bev moaned with pleasure. I whispered:

“It feels great; can’t hold back.”

Holding Bev’s big boobs, slowly, I pistoned my cock a few times; my cock exploded, releasing numerous jets of cum.

Later, Bev said, “Let’s take a shower.”

After we showered for a long time soaping each other, we rested on Bev's bed. Bev said:

“Aunt Myrtle invited us to visit her and spend New Year's Eve in New York.”

I said, “That's a terrific idea.”

Bev, Myrtle, and I had a wonderful time during the holidays and on New Year ’s Eve. Sadly, on January 3rd, 75-year old Myrtle had a stroke; Bev had to stay behind in Connecticut to take care of her.

During 1964, there was lot of discussion in the media about the war in Vietnam.

Dear Readers, thanks for the many positive comments; please be sure to vote; you’re comments and suggestions are welcome and appreciated (andy_r_14456@literotica.org). 

To an anonymous reader: yes, there is an actress named Janet Leigh (famous for the movie: 'Psycho'); she is the mother of Jamie Lee Curtis.

This story will be continued in Ch 3. 



Mature Widows Ch. 03



In Ch 2, Bev, my lover, and I became friends with young Bobby and his friend mature Kathy. In this chapter, Bobby loves Kathy, but the Vietnam War intervenes.

1964: On January 3rd, 75-year old Myrtle, Bev's aunt, had a stroke. Bev stayed behind in Connecticut to take care of her. She had the power of attorney to manage Myrtle's finances and properties. Bev wanted me to move to Connecticut to be with her, but I really liked my job in Ohio and decided not to leave.

Bev found Myrtle's lawyer, a wealthy widower with two grown children, to be helpful; gradually, she adapted to a new country club-life style. In February, Myrtle passed away and left her estate to Bev. Not long afterwards, I saw a 'For Sale' sign in the front yard of Bev's home. I don't think the difference in our ages was a reason for our break up.

I was offered a permanent position at the Government Labs. I moved in to a two-bedroom apartment. Even though I did not attend parties of the 5-12 group, I kept in touch with Bobby and Kathy. In particular, Kathy helped me deal with my anxiety and loneliness after Bev left me.

SPRING 1964, BOBBY'S VISIT

On a Sunday morning, Bobby called from his dorm; he said: 

"I want to talk about a sensitive subject," so I invited him to visit me. 

I offered Bobby a coke and asked, "How're you doing?"

After taking a sip of coke, Bobby blurted out:

"I want Kathy to be my girlfriend; I like her very much."

I said, "When did you decide you want her as a girl friend?"

Bobby blushed and hesitated; I assured him:

"Bobby, you can tell me anything."

Bobby said softly, "My parents fought a lot; by the time I got to high school, they were divorced. I hung out at Kathy's home with her son Tim; she was always nice to me."

After a pause, Bobby said, "I was about 15 when I saw her underwear in the bathroom hamper. I picked up her bra and smelled her perfume on it; then I picked up her soiled panties, and smelled her crotch fragrance and loved it; I still love it. The first time I jacked off using Kathy's panties, I caught all my jism in a wad of toilet paper. But a month later, a blob spilled on to the panties; thinking Kathy does not know, the following time I got carried away and several blobs landed on the panties' crotch area."

Bobby stopped and was blushing; I said:

"You know accidents happen. What really happened?"

Shyly, Bobby said, "They were pink silk; I couldn't control myself."

I said, "That's ok; I like black silk."

Bobby continued, "For a while, I did not see Kathy's bras or panties in the hamper. I saw them again soon after Tim told me his Dad was having an affair and his parents were fighting. I resumed sniffing Kathy's bras and panties, and jerking off with her panties."

I asked, "Did Kathy tell you she liked you?" 

Bobby said, "She always told me I was a good kid. After she threw Tim's Dad out of the house, she smiled a lot at me and said I was a fine young man. One day, I lost control with a pair of silk pink panties and three cum blobs ended up on them, but Kathy did not stop leaving her underwear in the bathroom."

I asked, "Did you tell her you liked her?"

Bobby said, "Several times I wanted to tell her I liked her, but we were not alone or I chickened out. Finally, I told her on her 40th birthday: Tim and I took her out to dinner; Kathy sat in the middle chair, and with tears in her eyes said, 'Thank you boys,' and kissed both on our cheeks. When Tim went to the rest room, I gave her a small box of chocolates tied with a pink ribbon. When Kathy thanked me, I mumbled, 'You're a beautiful lady. Your husband is an idiot to cheat on you. I like you a lot.' Kathy, smiled, and pressed my thigh with her hand."

I asked, "Did she let you kiss her?"

Bobby said, "She let me kiss her on the cheek after her divorce; we also hold hands."

I said, "Looks like, Kathy waited until her divorce."

Bobby said, "She's scared Tim will find out about us."

I asked, "Is Tim dating any one?"

Bobby said, "Last week, I introduced him to a cute girl, Kim; he's at her place today."

I said, "That's good; Tim should be busy soon. Did you kiss Kathy on her mouth?"

Smiling, Bobby said, "Yes, at May's party. Kathy is a great kisser. But, she has not let me play with her nice boobs. I want to please Kathy. I read modern women like oral sex."

I said, "You're on the right track: you like sniffing Kathy's panties; I'm sure you'll like licking her pussy. Make sure she's ready; she may even help you by telling what she likes," and added:

"Just be patient and keep being nice to Kathy."

SWEET ANNE

While Kathy was visiting Anne, her best friend, she confided:

"Bobby has a fetish for my soiled panties. I find cum stains on them after he visits Tim."

Anne said in surprise, "You mean Tim's young friend has a serious crush on you. Do you like him?"

"He's a good young man," said Kathy and after a pause added: 

"He has a cute face and a hard body."

Anne said, "After the difficult time you had with Orel, you should take a young lover. Go ahead date Bobby." 

Anne also said wistfully: "I wish a nice young guy would be interested in me." 

Kathy said, "I may be able to find one for you."

KATHY INTRODUCES ME TO ANNE

Kathy called me one evening and after pleasantries said: 

"My friend, Anne, is a beautiful woman. She's a widow. She helped me during my divorce from Orel. I'm sure you'll like her."

I said, "Tell me more about her."

Kathy said, "She was married to an older man, Buddy; she took care of him for a year while he was ill," and added:

"Anne's about my age; she's working part-time as a nurse at the VA Hospital. Her step daughter left home many years ago."

I said, "Kathy, you sure Anne will like me?"

Kathy said, "After what she has been through with Buddy, she will love you. Billy, you're a good man," and added:

"She dresses conservatively but I've seen her in a swim suit; she's got a nice figure. 

I said, "Ok. I'll meet Anne. Thanks for thinking of me. Be patient; I'm still getting over Bev."

Kathy said, "I understand your feelings for Bev," and added:

"Anne and I'll have dinner at Charly's after shopping on Saturday. Please join us about seven."

At Charly's on Saturday, Kathy introduced me to Anne; she shook my hand warmly with a big smile. Anne had wavy, gray-light brown hair; she was dressed in a white, long-sleeve, blouse buttoned to her throat; still, I could see she had large, slightly sagging, breasts.

I ordered whiskey sours for the ladies, a gin and tonic, and a sandwich for myself. Anne was easy to talk to; she showed photos of her step daughter and her two children in California, and said:

"My daughter's worried I've been alone at home too much."

A short while later, a few couples were dancing to Henry Mancini's music; when I asked Anne to dance with me, she accepted. Anne was about 5'3'' and 130 lb; she had well-toned legs, wide hips, and a big bosom.

Anne whispered:

"I'm having a good time. Thanks for dancing with an old woman."

I replied, "You're not old; you're a beautiful woman."

Anne blushed and said, "Thanks."

When we returned to our table, Kathy said:

"Tim's home; I've to go home. You two have fun; Billy, give Anne a ride home." 

Before leaving, Kathy added:

"I'm having an end of school year picnic for Tim in couple of weeks; you two are invited. Come about four," and left.

Even though she protested to Kathy weakly, Anne stayed with me. Anne asked me about me and my job. Later, blushing, she asked:

"What do you think of Kathy dating young Bobby?"

I said, "It's great. For many years, men have dated women much younger than them. I don't see a problem with a woman dating a younger man."

Anne blushed and said, "Changing the subject, Kathy helped me buy new outfits."

I said, "Kathy's appreciative of your help during her difficult times."

Anne said, "She also helped me a lot," and added:

"Let's talk on the way home."

As I drove, Anne talked about herself: in short, she married an older man. Two years after Buddy died, she's eager to get back to living a normal life.

I said, "I could use your help with window curtains in my apartment; I bought them from the previous tenant."

Anne smiled and said, "I'll be glad to help."

At Anne's split-level ranch home, she offered me a cup of coffee and chocolate chip cookies she had baked. While waiting for the coffee, I saw several photographs of Anne in different theaters with flower bouquets in her arms.

I asked, "Were you an actress?"

Anne said, "No. I was a dancer; I was in many shows in this area."

I whispered, "I like your sexy tights-encased legs," making her blush. 

I added, "You can give me a private show."

Anne cooed, "I am still exercising regularly in my studio; it's on the lower level. I can do some steps." 

I said, "I would like to see your dance studio."

Anne whispered, "I still have several tights, mostly black and red," and added:

"Buddy loved to see me in them."

I whispered, "I would love to see you in one. Would you have dinner with me Monday?"

Anne smiled and said, "Ok. After dinner, let's have coffee and dessert here."

At about ten, after Anne hugged me lovingly, I left.

ANNE'S DANCE STUDIO

On Monday, I took a bouquet of mostly red roses to Anne; she said:

"Thank you; I love them," and hugged me, and placed them in a vase on the living room mantle. 

Anne was dressed in a black, short-sleeve dress, red pumps, and pearl jewelry: dangling ear rings and a two-row necklace. After we had a light dinner at Charly's, we returned to Anne's home. Anne said:

"I need to freshen up," and left. I waited admiring Anne's photos as a dancer.

Anne returned in red tights and a tight, black, low-cut, see-through blouse, with buttons in the front that accentuated her cleavage. 

"Help me fix chocolate cake I baked and milk," said Anne and wiggled out of my embrace.

I followed Anne to the kitchen, hugged her from behind, poking my rigid cock in to her large buttocks. As I unbuttoned her blouse, I whispered:

"I want milk." 

In the dim light, I hugged Anne and French kissed her. Anne whispered:

"I hope you like my saggy breasts."

As Anne removed her blouse; I said, "I'll love them." 

I saw Anne's black silk bra was barely holding up her heavy breasts; I gently pulled her large left boob out.

Anne cooed, "After my breasts grew couple of cup sizes, I stopped getting parts in shows."

As Anne giggled and whimpered, I suckled her nipple as a hungry child. A short while later, I pulled her right boob out and suckled it. I then removed her bra completely. Anne looked gorgeous, with her boobs out of her bra underneath the sheer blouse and her sexy legs in tights.

Anne giggled and asked, "Don't you want to eat cake?"

I whispered, "I would rather eat some thing else."

Anne said, "I only have cake. What do you have in mind?"

I whispered, "Something tastier. Your pussy. I would like to show you how pleasurable it can be."

Anne blushed, her face turned red, and she cooed:

"Buddy never did that to me; I heard some men kissed women there and it's very pleasurable."

Anne took me to her small dance studio on the lower level of her home: the floor was carpeted, and one wall of the studio had floor-to-ceiling mirrors and a railing. There were many black and white photos of Anne on one wall of the studio. In many of them, she was dressed in daring, if not revealing, dance costumes. A few were just of her crotch with one foot on the railing.

"Buddy took pictures of my crotch soon after we built this room. He developed the film and printed the photos." said Anne.

I said, "I would like to see you with your foot on the railing."

After Anne turned down the bright lights, I helped her remove her tights and panties. I slid to my knees and examined her dense bush of mostly brown, sprinkled with gray, pubic hair. 

"Buddy used to get very excited as soon as I had my foot on the railing," cooed Anne and put her right foot on the railing. 

Anne's crotch was opened wide and her pussy opened up like a flower in bloom. As she held on to my head for support, I kissed and sucked on her pussy, clit, and crotch. Noticing Anne had a prominent clit, I licked it several times with my flattened tongue eliciting shivers and moans from her. For a while, Anne held on to my head, watched intently my head bobbing in her crotch, and cooed:

"That's gooood, that's good."

Urgently, Anne whispered:

"My clit. My cliiit," and I focused licking her slick, large clit. Anne grasped my head, and whimpered:

"Ahhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Biiiiiilly. Ahhhhhhh."

A short while later, smiling, Anne cooed:

"That was great. I came and came," and, after removing her foot from the railing, kissed my pussy nectar-coved mouth.

Smiling, Anne cooed, "You have been a good boy. Go slow; it has been a long time," and placed her left foot on the railing.

After I undressed, I moved to face Anne and placed my cock head at the mouth of her wide-open pussy. With Anne holding my shoulders for balancing herself, slowly I pushed my rigid cock in as the snug and slick wall expanded and surrounded it. I paused to wait for a few moments. Anne's face was red and her eyes were closed. Seeing there was no sign of discomfort on her face, I resumed pushing my cock in to her velvety pussy until my pubes touched hers.

When my cock was deeply embedded, Anne had a large smile on her face. She cooed:

"It feels very good; the second cock to go in there."

I said, "I hope you won't get pregnant."

Shyly, Anne replied, "I wanted a child, but I didn't get pregnant during my 15-year marriage to Buddy. I'm almost 40; I'm sure we will be ok."

I could not hold back my climax long and in a few minutes unloaded my stored up cum deep in Anne's pussy. After my climax, my cock was still stiff. 

Anne said:

"I can't stand this way any longer; it's tiring. Let's go upstairs."

Reluctantly, I withdrew my still stiff cock out of her pussy along with some of our love juices. As Anne walked to the carpeted stairs one step ahead of me, I saw her large buttocks wiggling sexily. I caught Anne at the waist and, while hugging her, grasped both of her melon-sized boobs. Anne reached behind her, grasped my rigid, cum-coated cock, and cooed:

"Oooh, you want me so soon," and leaned forward resting her hands on the third step in front of her. After I kissed Anne's smooth, sexy, buttocks, I slipped my still hard cock in to her pussy. I enjoyed watching my cock slither again and again past Anne's smooth, jelly-like, buttocks in to her snug channel. I fucked her tight, slick, pussy like a possessed man and my cock released another load of cum.

Anne cooed, "That was the most intense loving I experienced in a long time."

"I heard the movie: 'Tom Jones' is fun to watch. Would you like to see it with me?" I asked as I got dressed.

"I've seen it once, but I like to see it again. Scenes are played like in silent films. It's quite ribald," said Anne giggling.

"Let's go see it after Kathy's barbecue; it's at a drive in theater," I said.

FRIDAY AT KATHY'S

It was a warm sunny day. I wore shorts and a tee shirt. I picked up Anne at her home. She looked beautiful in a short, sleeve-less, black cotton dress that showed her sexy cleavage, and sandals; her wavy hair was more brown than gray, she painted her finger and toe nails red to match her lipstick. She wore costume jewelry: large dangling ear rings, a necklace that had a pendant, and bangles.

I hugged Anne and whispered to her:

"You look beautiful."

Anne blushed and said, "Thanks," and pressed her large boobs in to my chest.

In Kathy's secluded backyard, we were gathered around the swimming pool. I said hello to Tim and his girlfriend Kim, a cute blonde. Bobby waved to me as he grilled hot dogs and hamburgers. After I picked up a bottle of beer from a cooler, I sat next to Anne under a large umbrella.

Kathy said, "Tim's leaving soon after eating. He and Kim will spend the weekend at a cottage on Lake Erie with her parents. Tim has a summer job in Kim's family-owned construction company."

Anne giggled and whispered, "That means you have the house to yourself. Does Bobby know Tim's going away?"

Blushing, Kathy said, "I don't think so; I didn't tell him." 

Kathy added, "Billy, thank you for helping Billy find a job at the Government Labs."

We toasted to a nice summer and to Tim and Bobby for completing their freshman years. Soon after dinner, Tim left with Kim in her Thunderbird Convertible. Kathy went inside the house and returned wearing a robe over a pink two-piece bathing suit that revealed her sexy cleavage.

When Anne saw Kathy had put on a swim suit, she whispered to me:

"Bobby will get lucky today. Kathy's dressed to seduce him."

After Anne and I cleaned up the picnic table, Anne whispered: 

"Kathy didn't waste much time; she's French kissing Bobby passionately on the patio and he's fondling her buttocks."

I said, "I'm glad Bobby and Kathy are together; they seem to really like each other."

Anne added, "Kathy has accepted Bobby cares for her; she knew he had romantic feelings for her for a long time. She noticed cum stains on her panties after Bobby spent an evening at her home. Initially, she thought it was perverted. After Orel left her, she was delighted to know young Bobby got turned on by her panties."

I added, "Bobby really cares for Kathy; he's still a virgin; he wants to learn from her," and, after a pause, added:

"I assume Kathy will make sure of not getting pregnant."

Anne said, "Kathy had her tubes tied a few years back."

After a few moments, Kathy said, "I will put on dance music; let's dance."

I saw Bobby dancing with Kathy and, as he whispered in her ear, she was smiling and blushing. I noted Bobby was a little shorter than Kathy, but he was muscular and much heavier than her.

Bobby was slowly rubbing Kathy's back and buttocks as she rested her head on his shoulder. When I saw them a short while later, Kathy was French kissing Bobby and he was fondling her buttocks.

Later, Bobby came to me and said:

"Kathy went to freshen up; I'm dying to fondle her boobs."

"Keep complimenting on her great looks and boobs. She will let you fondle her boobs," I said.

Bobby grinned and went to meet Kathy who still had a robe over the revealing pink swim suit; together they walked towards the porch. Later, when I went to get ice cubes for my drink, I saw them in a corner of the porch: Kathy had her head tilted back and her large, drooping, boobs were exposed; Bobby was suckling her right nipple as he fondled her left boob.

As I danced with Anne, she pushed her boobs in to my lower chest. She looked sexy in the black dress; she looked at me through her wire-frame glasses and cooed:

"My pussy's wet; I removed my panties."

I whispered, "I want to smell your fragrance," let's sit down.

After Anne sat in my lap facing away from me, as I kissed her lovely, perfumed, neck, I slid my hand slowly under Anne's short dress and after rubbing her dense pubes-covered crotch, I inserted my middle finger in her pussy, scooped her love nectar, and smelled its fragrance and licked it. 

Anne blushed and cooed, "That's sexy."

I whispered, "We better leave Kathy and Bobby alone. It's getting dark. Let's go to the drive-in theater."

"Shall I put back my panties?" asked Anne.

I whispered, "No. It excites me knowing you have no panties."

WITH ANNE AT THE DRIVE-IN THEATER

At the drive-in theater, I lifted Anne's face up and gently kissed her lips; Anne kissed me back passionately. Anne took off her shoes and got comfortable in my arms. She cooed:

"I feel secure in your arms," and rubbed my hairy forearms and chest.

I liked the costumes and the exposed bosoms of the women in 'Tom Jones.' I knew Anne was enjoying the movie. Slowly, I slid my right hand underneath her short dress, ran my fingers through her dense pubic hair, and then slowly started rubbing her sopping pussy. Anne shivered as I massaged her to higher arousal; she caught her breath, held my hand tightly, and whimpered:




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"Billly. Biiiilly. Cummmming. Ahhhhhhhhhh."

Later, Anne sighed happily, smiled, and cooed:

"That was good. I orgasmed in a car."

Soon, the movie was over and Ann went to freshen up. As I drove home, Anne said:

"That's sweet of you to make me cum; you're patient, unselfish."

After spending an evening making out with Anne and bringing her to an orgasm, and seeing the ribald movie 'Tom Jones,' I was very aroused. As soon as we were inside the living room, I closed the door and grabbed Anne by the waist. Anne shrieked in surprise, but did not offer resistance. I French kissed her for a long time. As I lowered my shorts and underwear, I whispered to Anne:

"Take off your dress." 

Ann whispered, "The neighbors may see us," and, after lighting a scented candle, turned off the overhead lights in the living room. 

Anne giggled and cooed, "So much for your patience," and lifted her dress over her head; she looked very alluring in her black silk bra.

I whispered to her:

"You're a voluptuous lady," and I pinched her bra-covered nipples. 

After I rubbed her inner thighs, slowly I inched my right hand to her moist puffy pussy. I slid to my knees and kissed her thighs. Slowly, I rubbed Anne's smooth thighs from her knees to her crotch and rubbed my face in her crotch. Her crotch had the combined fragrances of her excited nectar and perfume; she flinched once when my nose rubbed against her naked pussy.

Looking up in to her face, I used my fingers to expose her juicy pussy. 

Anne prominent clit had enlarged and I licked it several times with my flattened tongue eliciting shivers and moans from her. Anne held on to my head and cooed:

"That's gooood."

When I stood up, she saw my rigid cock beneath my sport shirt and eagerly grasped it. She cooed:

"Its head is big and slick."

Gently, I nudged Anne to lean against the side of the large living room sofa, lifted her right leg on to the arm rest, and slowly snaked my stiff cock in to her wide-open and slick pussy.

I've been on the edge all evening and very close to my climax. My cock was releasing copious amounts of precum in to Anne's snug pussy. I mumbled:

"It's sweet heaven. Ahhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Anniiiiiieeee. Ahhhhh," as my cock spurted several jets of cum near Anne's cervix.

I was still excited. My cock was still rigid. I resumed fucking when Anne cooed:

"Let's go to my bedroom," and led me upstairs. 

Anne's large bedroom was decorated in white. 

She whispered:

"Get naked. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Several minutes later, Anne returned in a black, silk, baby doll, dress. She sat next to me, grasped my rigid cock, and examined it and my sack of balls.

She cooed, "It's leaking. It oozes precum every time I squeeze it," and squeezed it again and licked my precum.

Anne giggled, turned her head, kissed my cheek, grasped my cock, and mumbled:

"It's hard," and after settling comfortably on her back, opened her arms.

Willingly, I took Anne in the missionary position; I fucked her for a few minutes and rested; fucked her some more and rested again. I repeated the cycle several times, when Anne started cumming:

"Cummming. Ohhhhhhhh. Wonderrrrful."

I slowed plunging and savored Anne's spasming cunt on my cock. 

"Billy, that was a nice orgasm," cooed Anne and continued:

"Go deep; touch my cervix," and, with hands on her knees, pulled them up towards her chest.

I felt Anne's cervix flutter around my flared cock head, bringing me closer to my climax; I shortened my plunging strokes leaving my cock head as close to her fluid cervix as possible.

Lovingly, Anne cooed, "You like?"

I mumbled, "Yes, awesome."

I felt my climax cumming: with my cock head being massaged by Anne's cervix, I arched my back so as not to put all my weight on Anne, buried my face in her wrinkled neck, and released another large load of cum deep in Anne's pussy: 

"Fuckkkk. Goddddddd. Fuckkkkkkk."

Later, I mumbled, "That was incredible," and, as I hugged and French kissed Anne, pulled out my cum-coated cock, and fell asleep after sliding next to Anne.

BOBBY'S FIRST TIME

Next morning, I took a shower and put on a new robe Anne bought for me. As Anne and I were having breakfast, Kathy called. Giggling, Anne said: 

"I thought you would be busy with Bobby and never call. How did it go?"

Kathy told Anne, "Bobby started by fondling my boobs in the porch. As soon as you and Billy left, he removed my swim suit top and started kissing my unfettered, large, boobs. He was fascinated they hung on my rib cage. He lifted them up and suckled my nipples."

"He made me put both my hands behind my head and then fondled my boobs some more. He kept whispering: 'So smooth,' as he rubbed my underarms and armpits for a long time."

Kathy whispered, "He has a nice cock. Its head was red from excitement. I knew he wanted to lose his virginity and blow his load in my pussy, but he showed restraint. As Bobby kept fondling me, my pussy was tingling and oozing nectar making it very wet."  

"Bobby then said he wanted to sniff my crotch; I looked at him in surprise. But, after seeing his sad face, I French kissed him, and pushed him to get on his knees." 

"He slid to his knees and, after he helped me remove my panties, he buried his face in my crotch. After a few moments, I shuffled my feet to sit in an upholstered chair. Bobby picked up my panties and crawled to me; I blushed as he brought my panties to his nose; I put my soaked panties around his neck."

"Looking intently in to my face, Bobby slowly pulled apart my knees, and slowly spread and lifted my thighs. As I watched him intently, he rubbed my meaty thighs and my dense pubic hair; eagerly, he started to suck on my sopping pussy. Soon, I grabbed Bobby's head and held it in place as I writhed against his face."

"I had an intense orgasm; one of the best of my life. Orel never put his mouth there. Bobby's not only good with his mouth, he swallows my nectar."

"Later, I kissed his juice-coated face; for the first time, I tasted my pussy juice. I pushed Bobby on to his back and slowly impaled myself on his stiff cock. When his cock was deep in to me, his eyes opened wide with the intense pleasure of having his young cock deep in my juicy pussy. He fondled my boobs, rubbed my under arms and kissed my neck. When I leaned forward, my wet pussy slid over his engorged cock; suddenly, as he held on to my boobs tightly, Bobby began to thrash and tremble. He lifted his head to look at our coupling, and furiously pumped his cock for a minute or so, and pumped jets of his cum deep in to my pussy."

Kathy continued, "After several minutes, I was surprised Bobby's cock was still rigid and plugged my pussy; there was plenty of his white jism seeping from all around it."

Anne, cooed, "So that's the way Bobby lost his virginity. What else happened?" 

Kathy whispered, "Bobby did not want to end love making. I also did not want to get off of his still stiff cock. Soon, he resumed pumping his rigid cock in and out of my sopping, jism-filled, pussy. I speeded up my up and down strokes and had another intense orgasm. I collapsed on Bobby's chest. Bobby fucked me vigorously and deposited more jism in my pussy. I'm glad I had my tubes tied; if not, I would get knocked up."

Anne asked, "What did you do after you had a second orgasm?"

Kathy said, "After a while, Bobby's slightly softened cock slithered out of my pussy. After we stood up, he hugged me and thanked me for helping him lose his virginity; I touched his face, grasped his cum-covered cock, and told him he was most welcome. The large loads of cum he released in my pussy dribbled down my thigh; I ran to the bathroom to freshen up.

Kathy said, "Later, we sat in the living room eating sandwiches and drinking soda. I made sure he got enough to eat. Bobby had a smile on his face and, much to my surprise, a noticeable hard on in his shorts. Bobby rekindled the passion repressed by years of abuse in my marriage. I remained close to him, touching and kissing him. Bobby wanted to make love to me again."

Anne interjected, "Go for it as long as you're enjoying it; keep the cooze warm and juicy for young Bobby."

"In the bed room, Bobby quickly took off my robe; as I stood in front of my dresser, he kissed me passionately all over my torso. I nudged Bobby to sit on the bed and quickly impaled myself on his rigid cock. After we sat coupled for several minutes, Bobby pulled me to hug me tightly and, as I held on to his neck tightly, for several minutes he fucked my pussy. I got tired of sitting up; I slid next to him and rested on my left side; Bobby kept my pussy stuffed with his rigid cock most of the night."

Kathy continued, "Bobby likes me to ride his cock so that he can fondle my boobs and kiss my underarms."

Anne said, "Billy also has a thing for my boobs, underarms, and arm pits," and, after opening my robe, pulled out my cock.

After hanging up the phone, Anne kept fondling my cock, and cooed:

"That was Kathy; she's addicted to Bobby, especially his cock. She confided that she and Bobby came several times."

I said, "Bobby must have cum more times than Kathy; I'm sure he's ready to love Kathy any time she lets him," and I giggled and said:

"Right now, I can too."

Anne cooed, "That will be great," and started sucking my cock.

SUMMER AND FALL 1964

The four of us: Bobby, Kathy, Anne and I had a great summer and fall in 1964. With Tim being away at Kim's home or cottage most weekends, Bobby and Kathy loved each other passionately. 

I discovered Anne was a fun-loving, voluptuous, woman. When the weather was warm, she loved making love outdoors either totally nude or scantily dressed, especially on a hammock in her secluded backyard. I became very fond of her.

JANUARY 1965: BOBBY DECIDES TO ENLIST

On a cold Sunday morning, I was in bed cuddled with sweet Anne. Bobby called and said he wanted to talk to me; I invited him to come in the afternoon.

After pleasantries, Bobby said:

"I do not enjoy going to college. I didn't do well last semester; I don't want to go deeper in to debt. I would rather work with my hands, like fix cars and trucks, or become a medic."

I asked, "What does Kathy think?"

Bobby said, "She's not happy; she thinks I'll be drafted and sent to Vietnam. I told her I'll enlist and become a medic; I may be in Vietnam within a year, after training for a few months."

I said, "Seems like you have a lot on your mind."

Bobby said pensively, "I care for Kathy very much; I don't want her to marry me to get me a deferment. I've no choice but to enlist."

I asked, "How's Tim doing?"

Bobby replied, "Tim's a good student. He will get a deferment for being a student; he will graduate early with a degree in engineering," and asked:

"What about you? How old are you?"

I said, "I'm 27; because I'm an Engineer with the US Government, I may be sent to serve as a Maintenance Engineer; I don't think I'll see ground combat."

WINTER 1965

Bobby enlisted in the army and, after being trained as a medic, was sent to Vietnam. Kathy went about her life stoically. She was ecstatic when she received the first letter from Bobby. Anne either visited her or called her on the phone quite often to keep her spirits up. Tim became attentive to his Mom; he also missed his best friend Bobby.

On Valentine 's Day, I gave Anne a bottle of Arpege perfume and pearl jewelry, and took her out to dinner and dancing. She looked beautiful in a long-sleeve, black, evening gown, and the pearl jewelry I gave her.

After we got home, Anne said: "I need to freshen up," and went upstairs to her bedroom. 

A few minutes later, I undressed and went upstairs naked. Anne was in her large, well-lighted, bathroom; she had on a black silk negligee and panties, beige stockings held up by a garter belt; she still had on the pearl jewelry. She was applying perfume on her cleavage when she saw my reflection in the mirror.

She giggled happily when she saw my pulsing, rigid, cock; I hugged Anne, grasped her freely-dangling, negligee-covered, breasts, and whispered:

"You're my ideal lady," and kissed her long neck. 

Mumbling, "Lovely black silk lingerie; love the jewelry," gently, I turned Anne to face me and with my hands in her arm pits, lifted her to sit on the well-lit vanity.

Anne mildly protested, "Not in the bathroom," but did not resist my amorous advances.

As Anne watched mesmerized, I lifted her thighs, moved forward between her spread thighs, and slowly snaked my rigid, precum-slickened, cock, in to her slick pussy.

Thrilled with having her pussy stuffed with my massive cock, Anne leaned back on her hands, lifted her crotch, and watched my face in awe as I fucked her energetically. After a few minutes, I paused, and kissed her neck and mouth, fondled and suckled her sagging boobs. I went back to vigorously fucking Anne's snug, juicy, and pussy.

I paused, hugged Anne tightly in an embrace, crushed my chest against Anne's well-endowed chest, and pistoned my cock in and out of her pussy. Anne hugged me and adjusted her crotch so that our crotches collided, making slapping sounds. 

Anne mumbled, "I'm close; keep going," and buried her face in my hairy chest:

"Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Haaaaaaa. Billyyyyyyyy."

I slowed pumping to savor Anne's pussy pulsing on my cock. Sensing my cock was close to erupting, Anne cooed:

"Let it go," and clenched her vaginal channel around my swollen cock. Soon, I ejaculated jets of my cum deep in Anne's pussy:

"Fuckkkk. Fuckkk. Anniiiieeee. Ohhhhh."

After a few minutes, I slowly withdrew my cock from Anne's pussy, along with a large amount of my cum, and kissed Anne on her cheek. A happy Anne mumbled:

"That was awesome." 

When she saw my cock had shriveled she cooed:

"It does go down! You made a large deposit in my pussy."

I smiled and mumbled: "My balls are empty."

Holding hands, we walked to Anne's bed. Softly, I whispered:

"Leave on the lingerie and the jewelry, please." 

Some time during the night, Anne sucked my cock to stiffness and impaled herself on it. In the moon light streaming through the window, Anne looked beautiful and voluptuous, as well as possessed with desire. She fucked me for a long time with energy beyond my expectation. Her body was covered with sheen of perspiration. After pounding my cock a while, she collapsed on my hairy chest as her snug pussy pulsed around my cock.

I said, "That was awesome loving."

Anne cooed, "Not bad for an old dancer," and began to suck my still rigid cock coated with her pussy juice. After my cock exploded in her mouth, Anne cooed:

"Happy Valentine's day, darling," and fell asleep next to me.

DECEMBER 1965

After Bobby served in Vietnam for several months, Kathy called me one night: 

"Bobby was wounded; he was hit by shrapnel as he was patching up a wounded soldier. He's recuperating in the Philippines."

I asked Kathy, "How bad is he?"

Kathy said, "I don't know for sure; he may not be able to walk without assistance. He may be home in a month or so and go in to rehab at the VA Hospital. Did you know Tim's going to Vietnam?"

Surprised, I said, "No. When did he decide?"

Kathy said, "He was feeling bad Bobby enlisted and he did not. I encouraged him to enlist," and added:

"He could have married Kim and got another deferment; I don't think she will wait until he returns."

I said, "It's a tough time for all, especially young men and their families."

That evening, I told Anne to visit Kathy and assure her that Bobby will be fine, and I would like to become a volunteer at the VA Hospital. I ended up working evenings with Anne. People at the VA Hospital were pleased that I helped with lifting and carrying some of the veterans undergoing therapy. Many of Anne's colleagues liked her for her hard work, dedication, and sweet disposition; they were pleased that she had a young male friend in me. 

FEBRUARY 1966

Bobby suffered shrapnel wounds on his left leg and thigh. He walked very slowly using a cane. After he was transferred to the VA Hospital, he called Kathy and invited her to visit him. Anne and I visited him too; he was glad to be home.

During one visit, I said to Bobby, "You're a brave man. I bet you were hurt more than once."

He said, "Yes, enough to be awarded three purple hearts. It was a very scary time," and added:

"I'll be discharged honorably. I hope to spend more time with Kathy; I love her."

Bobby stayed at the VA Hospital most of the time. After a month or so, Kathy got permission to take him home at least once a week to nurse him. 

One day Anne said to me:

"Kathy's happy. She told me Bobby's cock became erect the first time she hugged him; it made a tent in his hospital pants. She confided Bobby chases her as soon as they are inside her home: in the living and dining rooms, and kitchen. He has been insatiable. He missed her in Vietnam. He makes her sit on the kitchen counter with her thighs spread wide and, after sitting in a chair, he sucks her pussy to orgasm. He then stands up and repeatedly plunges his cock in to her pussy; often he fucks for 30 minutes and has back-to-back climaxes."

I said, "It's ironic most people, including Kathy's ex-husband, think he's hurt badly and impotent." 

Anne said, "Bobby asked Kathy to marry him and she agreed."

I said, "People will understand Kathy is marrying a wounded veteran."

Anne said: "Bobby has difficulty climbing stairs; he plans to add a bedroom and a bathroom on the first floor of Kathy's home."

I said, "I'll help him build the addition."

SPRING 1966

Tim came home after serving a short term in Vietnam. He told Kathy he decided to reenlist and serve a year on the same aircraft carrier. He was glad to see Bobby was doing well after getting hurt in the war. 

One evening, during dinner, Tim told Kathy how much he admired Bobby. He also told her he was sure Bobby had a huge crush on her and it was ok with him if she dated Bobby.

Kim broke up with Tim and was dating a guy she met through her parents. Bobby introduced Tim to Carol, a nurse working at the VA Hospital. Carol was a beautiful widow with a young daughter.

One Sunday morning, Anne was slow getting out of bed. After I made coffee, she came to the kitchen and said:

"I'm feeling queasy. I felt the same yesterday. I'll call Kathy and get her advise. Make me some plain toast."

A week or so later, Anne's gynecologist told her that she was pregnant.

EPILOG

Bobby and Kathy got married in Anne's large backyard; I was the best man and Anne was the maid of honor. Bobby's mother, now married to a younger man, attended his wedding. A month later, Anne married me at her home; Kathy was her maid of honor and Bobby was my best man.

Many young men and women who were either drafted or enlisted during the Vietnam War died or were hurt badly. Each Memorial Day, Bobby, Kathy, Anne, and I got together to salute those heroes and their families. 

Today, November 10, 1982, the four of us are in Washington, DC, for the opening of the Vietnam Memorial. Our 15-year old daughter, Kate, also came with us. 

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Dear Reader, the characters in this three-part story are fictional. The war in Vietnam was real and it is back in the news. I thank you for reading my story. Andru.