11 comments/ 66394 views/ 5 favorites An End To Loneliness By: LonelyMom (This story is a continuation. It isn't necessary, but you may wish to read the first chapter, "Surrender at Loon Lake". In either case, enjoy.) No secret agency has ever devised a torture that can torment you any worse than tortures that are of our making. I hadn't intended to put myself through such hell. If anyone had told me that this was to be the result, I never would have gotten myself into this situation to begin with. What person in their right mind would purposely set out to so thoroughly destroy the very underpinnings of their own life that it would cause this incredible heartache and despair? No, I never even considered the consequences of my actions at the time. If the truth be told, I hadn't thought things through at all. I had simply acted on instinct. For once, in my forty-three years of life, I had thrown caution to the wind and hadn't over-thought my every action. Some people (my sister Meg, for sure) would applaud me for acting on my impulses and daring to satisfy my needs. However, deviating from my usual safe behavior had led me to this state that I was now experiencing. If only I could turn back the hands of the clock and undo everything! The events that I am referring to occurred over the Labor Day weekend at the beginning of this past September. It had started out harmlessly enough. I was spending the week before returning to my job teaching fourth grade in a small town in Vermont, at a rustic home in Loon Lake. The old house had been in our family since well before I was even born. There – in a place that had been the setting for so many idyllic memories from my youth – I had allowed myself to be seduced by a twenty-four year old tattooed contractor with whom I had not exchanged even one word during the preceding week. I'm sorry if that sounds so tawdry. Even speaking about it nearly two months later, I am overwhelmed with feelings of guilt and shame. It was cheap and unseemly and something that I never would have dreamed that I would be involved in. But, it was something else as well. It was also the most passionate and erotic encounter of my entire life. Not that I had a whole catalog of erotic experiences to compare it to. I had had a grand total of three lovers in my life before that day and none for the better part of the past decade. Jerry (that was his name) must have been able to sense the loneliness and deep hunger that had lain dormant inside me. I had done such a remarkable job of burying those feelings inside me that I wasn't even aware of them myself. Once uncovered, those deep yearnings had me writhing uncontrollably beneath his young, muscular body. I had cried out more loudly, strained against him harder, and climaxed more explosively than I had in my entire life. I don't want to give the impression that Jerry had taken advantage of me. Though, perhaps, it would be easier on my conscience to lay all of the blame on him, I know that I could have put a stop to it at any time. Unfortunately (or maybe, fortunately) I had been a more than willing participant in the proceedings. That was my undoing. Once those feelings of loneliness and desire had been unleashed, there was no going back to my dull and conservative life. I thought that when I returned to my home and work, I would magically be transformed back into the person that I was before any of that had happened. Where, once I had taken such refuge in the peaceful and tranquil life that I had made for myself, I now found myself crying at the oddest times. Simple gardening or taking a leisurely stroll had been activities that had always given me great pleasure. Now, my eyes had been opened and I saw other couples doing things together and enjoying each other's company. It made me acutely ware of just how isolated I had become from the outside world. I had always liked living alone. My home was my sanctuary where I could leave all of the stresses of the world behind. I had nobody to make any demands on me. My time was for me alone. I could spend hours upon hours in my favorite activities of all – reading and writing in my journal. All of a sudden, my home began to feel more like a trap than any sanctuary. I would pace from room to room for no apparent reason. The silence grew into a deafening roar that I thought would split my head wide open. At least, going back to work gave me something to finally occupy my mind. It helped, but it certainly didn't cure the emptiness inside me that threatened to consume me. I threw myself deeper into my work and ever so slowly I began to gather control of my feelings once again. I was beginning to feel like I had gotten a handle back on my life – and not a moment too soon. However, that all changed this past Tuesday. That was the day that I got a call on my cell phone as I labored to put up a new display on our classroom bulletin board after school. I had scrambled to answer the ring – thinking that it would be either my mother or perhaps my sister. That was when I heard his voice. "Hello Sandra." I froze in my tracks! I instantly recognized Jerry's voice on the line. Instantly, I could feel my heart rate increase. "Hello?", I replied with an effort to pretend that I didn't know who it was on the other end of the line. "It's Jerry, Sandra", he said, "How have you been? I've been thinking about you a lot." I didn't know what to say! Here, this young man – nearly twenty years younger than me – had me tongue-tied like I was a blushing school girl. "Oh! Hi", I replied, still trying to maintain my façade of not having recognized his voice. "I've been quite well, thank you. How are you?" Incredible! I had spent every moment of the past seven weeks trying to forget that our unseemly little episode had never happened. Yet, just hearing his low, sexy voice on the phone had my body reacting to him just as it had that night so long ago. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breathing had become perceptively deeper, and I could feel a sweat breaking out all over my body. "Well, I've been doing my best to stay out of trouble. You know – ", he continued as if our speaking on the phone was the most natural thing in the world to him. Without even thinking about it, I walked over and closed the door to my classroom. Instinctively, I was seeking out some modicum of privacy – wishing to share my young man with no one else. The blinds had already been closed against the glare of the late day sun and it lent an air of intimacy to the surroundings. "I must admit," I stammered, "that I was a bit surprised to hear your voice." I walked over and sank myself into the leather chair behind my desk. This was a place where I was accustomed to feeling very much in control of whatever was happening in my classroom. I craved any help that I could get in trying to hold onto my bearings, while just the sound of this young man's voice was making my body and soul react in ways that I had worked so hard to overcome. "You sound upset," he began, "did I call you at a bad time?" There it was! He was offering me a tailor-made out. It was the middle of the day. He knew that I was a teacher and that I would most likely be at work. One small word from me and I would be free again. "No," I responded, "I'm not busy at all. You just caught me a little unaware, that's all. What can I do for you?" I heard him give a small chuckle over the line. I blushed deeply as I wondered if he was imagining the same scene that was running through my head at that very moment - a scene of two desperately hungry souls straining to slake the overpowering desire that raged within them. Two naked bodies writhing against each other on that old four-poster bed at my family's cabin in the woods. Fingers, lips, and tongues set loose to seek out as much pleasure as they could conceivably find as their passions grew into a flame that neither of them had ever experienced before. "Yeah, you probably have trouble even remembering who I am, don't you?" he asked with a slight tease in his voice. "No," I stammered, "of course I remember you." "You do, do you?" he replied, "I hope they've been...nice thoughts." I tried my hardest to control my breathing. How could this young man have such power over me? Did he even know how he was affecting me with just the sound of his voice? Did he enjoy toying with me like this? I hesitated – not knowing how or what to say. I could feel the heat rising in my face and the warmth slowly spreading throughout my entire body. He didn't rush in to fill the gap either and the silence on the line seemed to last an eternity. Finally, he said, "I'm going to take that as a 'yes'. That's good, too. Do you know why?" "No. Why?" I heard my voice saying as if I had no control over it whatsoever. "Because I've been thinking about you too, Sandra," he said, "I've been thinking about you a lot." I felt my eyes close at his words and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears increased seven-fold. My hand came up involuntarily to the side of my chin as he went on, "That night at the cabin has not left my mind." I sank back deeper into my chair. I gave a small intake of air and my fingers crept down along my chin to the soft flesh of my neck. I couldn't have willed my voice into action if my whole life depended upon it. Luckily for me, Jerry filled the silence. "I keep thinking about how I held you that night. The way your body felt next to mine." My hand dipped lower along the line of my throat. My breathing came harder and I could have sworn that Jerry must be able to hear it through the phone. I squirmed slightly in my chair – my pantyhose covered legs rubbing together. With each rise and fall of my chest, I could feel my hardening nipples pressing against the confines of my bra. Jerry continued, "I can even still hear the sound of your voice as you squealed while we made love. I remember the smell of your hair and the taste of your lips." Without even realizing it, my hand had begun to part the opening at the collar of my blouse. My fingers played along the sensitive flesh of my collar bone. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper as I listened to the low timbre of this young man's voice. Jerry's voice changed instantly. "But, that's not the reason that I'm calling," he said so matter-of-factly, "Actually it was your Uncle Pete who gave me your number and said that I should call you." I felt as if I had been hit with a cold bucket of water. I instantly sat up in my seat and scrambled to regain my wits. "W – What? My Uncle Pete?" I croaked. "Yes," he replied, "We finished the job on the leach field and he said he was too busy to come out and take a look. He gave me your number and said that I should give you a call about coming up to inspect it. He said something about Cadillacs." "Cadillacs?" I wondered out loud. I thought perhaps that my mind was still too clouded with lust and that I must have heard him wrong. Suddenly it dawned on me. "Oh! Cataracts! He was supposed to have some surgery for his cataracts." "Cadillacs? Cataracts? Who knows?" Jerry chuckled into the phone. "Anyways, I asked him about the pretty lady that had been staying there right before the holiday. I'm surprised that he didn't call you to let you know to expect my call." Pretty Lady? Had I heard that correctly or was it just a trick that my mind was playing on me? How could this man send my emotions on such a rollercoaster ride? "No," I replied, "he never mentioned anything to me about it. Besides, I really wouldn't know anything about inspecting a leech field. I had better give him a call and tell him to find someone else to do it." Jerry answered quickly, "There's nothing to it. We just drop a dye tablet into the toilet, flush it, and then run the shower for about 10 minutes. Then, we go outside to see if any of the dye comes to the surface." He actually sounded so professional and made it seem pretty easy. And, after all, Uncle Pete was in no condition to be driving all of that way up to Loon Lake on those twisting roads. "That sounds easy enough," I said. "Don't worry, Sandra. I'll go slowly and be very gentle with you," came his reply in that very manly low voice, I could feel my pulse again begin to increase. I shook my head to chase away the thoughts that threatened to return. I just had to clear my mind and stop acting so foolishly. "When do you want me?" I asked and instantly regretted the way that must sound to his ears. I could swear that I heard him give that little chuckle of his, but I couldn't be sure. "How about Friday? Around eleven? It's really the only time that I can make it," said Jerry. "This Friday?" I blurted, "I couldn't possibly make it Friday. I have a job, you know?" "Take a day off. It's beautiful up here. We won't have many days like this left this year", he answered. "Don't think. Just go ahead and take a chance. You did once before and that didn't turn out so badly, did it?" I could feel myself tipping. I was right on the verge of saying yes when the door to my room swung suddenly open. In walked Janice Cartwright, the Principal of our school.. "Oh, good! You're still here," she said and then looked around the darkened room. "Why are you sitting here in the dark?" "I was just getting ready to leave, myself, Janice," I answered. I could hear Jerry's voice in my ear, "Who is that?" he asked. "Okay," said Janice, "Did you get my email about next week's staff meeting?" Jerry once again piped in, "Is that your boss?" "Yes," I replied to both of them simultaneously. Then to just Janice, "It was changed to Thursday night instead. I got it." "Tell her you need Friday off," insisted Jerry. "Good," replied Janise, "I was afraid that everyone might not see it. Well, see you tomorrow, Sandra." She was just turning to leave when Jerry's voice appeared in my ear once again, "Tell her, Sandra!" "Janice," I called out. She stopped and looked back in at me. "I'm talking with my mother on the phone –", I started. I could once again hear Jerry's soft chuckle. "- she needs me to take her to her doctor's appointment on Friday. Do you think that I could have the day off?" I finished. I secretly wished that she would say no. It would be an easy way out of the situation that I found myself falling deeper into by the minute. Janice thought about it for a second. Then, she shrugged and asked, "Do you have lesson plans prepared for the day?" "Yes," I answered. Jerry said into my ear, "Mother? Tell her the truth. Tell her about how my tongue felt running along your sexy neck." Janice smiled and said, "Sandra, you haven't taken a personal day in the past three years. Go ahead...and tell your mom 'hi' for me." With that she turned and left the room. Jerry's voice was back in my ear again, "Sandra Perkins! You continue to surprise me. I didn't think that you had it in you." I was proud of myself and angry with Jerry at the same time. "You idiot! You almost got me in trouble!" I scolded him. I heard his deep laughter over the line. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I was just funnin' you. I'll see you. Friday? Eleven?" he replied. "Friday," I answered, "At eleven". I closed my phone and sat there in my chair stunned. Had this really just happened? Had that young man that I had given into in a moment of weakness really called me here at work and made arrangements for us to be together alone at the very place where I had allowed him to seduce me in the first place? This must be somebody else's life. This sort of thing just didn't happen in the peaceful, predictable life of Sandra Perkins. I spent the rest of the week in a whirlwind. I did my best to tell myself that I was just acting foolish. It hadn't been easy, but at some point in my life I had come to terms with the fact that I would never get married or have children. I had made peace with that decision. My one great love, Stephen, had been taken from me in a car crash many years ago. No man could ever live up to what he had meant to me and , even though all of my family and friends spent countless hours trying to convince me otherwise, I believed in my soul that it was true. It wasn't as if it was a conscious decision that I would remain alone. I was very much just like everybody else. I wanted to be able to share my life with someone else – to have someone there to listen to me and to hold me. It was just that whenever a possibility came up of becoming involved with another man, I would feel in my heart that I was being untrue to Stephen's memory. Who was I kidding? This young contractor certainly was not the sort of person that I could ever become that attracted to. He was uneducated, unpolished, and covered in tattoos, for crying out loud! Had my solitude led me to this point? Did I actually think that there could ever be any type of romance between the two of us? Besides, there was also the fact that I was nearly twenty years older than him. Did I think that he could possibly look at me in that way? To him, I had most likely been an easy target – a mere convenience that had presented itself. Hadn't he invaded my privacy by inviting himself into the cabin while I had been occupied upstairs? Furthermore, hadn't he also took it upon himself to thumb through my very private journal without permission while I had been completely naked in the shower just one floor above him? Such were the thoughts that kept running through my head during that long week. A part of me desperately wishing to connect with another soul, while another part screamed at me to get a hold of myself. I spent a quarter of the time with a feeling of anticipation. The other three-fourths of the time I was scolding myself and feeling shame for what I was thinking. However, I would be lying to you if I told you that the small amount of time that I spent in that state of delicious anticipation hadn't been worth it. On Thursday I stopped to get my hair done after work. I tried to convince myself that this was nothing out of the ordinary – that it was my regularly scheduled day, but I knew in my heart that it wasn't true. Even Doris, my stylist, had made a comment about not expecting me so soon. Hopefully, I didn't blush too much when she said that. Friday morning arrived soon enough and I found myself once again driving that familiar road out to Loon Lake. Aunt Rose had stopped by the night before and brought me a check to give to the workers and to thank me for going through so much trouble. "You've always been the solid, dependable one in the family," she had said, "I don't know what we would do without you." Solid? Dependable? Wouldn't Aunt Rose be surprised to know that the man I was going out to the property to meet had once had her favorite niece naked beneath his heaving body on the very bed that she and Uncle Pete slept on when they were at the camp! It was an uncommonly warm day for late October as I made my way out to the cabin. I tried to concentrate on the songs playing on the radio to keep my mind off of what the day might hold for me. Try as I might to keep myself distracted, it didn't do much good. My palms were sweaty on the steering wheel and my mind kept drifting off to places where it had no business going. I arrived at the old family place to find a battered old van with "Edward's Excavating" printed on the side and the front door to the cabin opened. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and tried to control the sudden urge that I had to hyperventilate. I stared through the glare on the windshield and thought to myself, "This is it, Sandra. You could leave now and return to your everyday life. You could just call him and say that something came up at the last second." Or, I could go ahead and see where this leads me. The safe and predictable, or the spontaneous and exciting? An End To Loneliness I wasn't even aware of coming to any conscious decision until I felt my feet making contact with the pebbled driveway. A myriad of thoughts were flashing through my mind. Was I hoping that something happen? Had I made much more of our previous encounter than I had any right to be making? What if Jerry were only here to collect his payment so that he could be on his way? I entered the house and called out softly. There was no response. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen, but there was still no sign of him. I turned and headed up the stairs to the second floor – again calling out his name. Everything was quiet. I looked from room to room and finally came to the door of the master bedroom. This was a room that he might remember very well. I opened the door and entered. What was I expecting to see? Was I expecting to see him standing there with a big bouquet of flowers? Was I expecting to see him lying in the bed – already naked and just waiting for me? In any event, it was neither. Jerry was no place to be found. I felt something in my heart. Whether it was relief or disappointment, I couldn't really tell. It may have been a good mixture of both, I suppose. I walked across the room and looked out the back window, There, he stood. He was carrying some kind of clipboard and was making notations on it as he inspected various parts of the back yard. The sun shimmered off of his sandy colored hair and I could feel my body beginning to respond once again. As he wrote, I again noticed the tattoos that had intrigued me so much since our last meeting. I must admit that he really did appear as if he was taking his job seriously. I had no idea of what he was doing, but he certainly looked very professional as he bent to examine the ground more closely and then record the results. Maybe I had been correct – maybe he was only here to collect his money and be on his way. Had I spent the past three days fussing and worrying over nothing? I had almost convinced myself that this was the case. However, I could still remember the sound in his voice as he had been teasing me over the phone at school. That had definitely not been the kind of voice that one uses just to play, was it? I went back down stairs and slid the glass side door open. Jerry turned as I stepped out into the brilliant sunlight. A big smile came to his face and I felt as if I were going to melt. I came crashing back to reality in the next instant when I heard him say, "Ah, Miss Perkins. I'm glad you could come." Is that what he called me? That was what the children in school called me. That is how a life insurance salesman would address me, not a man with whom I had been naked. My mind was twisting every which way. He came across the freshly laid sod and held his hand out to me. Still confused over what exactly our situation was, I reached out and placed my hand in his. "I got here a little early and ran the dye through the septic system already," he said – all business again, "let me show you what we're doing." He led me around to various points in the yard and told me how the dye would come to the surface if there were any problems with the new leach field. I nodded at all of the appropriate times. The truth was that I was having a certain amount of trouble following what he was saying because I was thinking about how nice it was to be holding hands like this. "Well, I guess everything looks like it's working okay," I said, "I have a check for you in my purse inside." We made our way back into the house and I went off in search of where I had left my purse. My brain had been so addled when I arrived that I couldn't remember where I had dropped it. I found it in the living room and I dug the check from Uncle Pete out. Jerry was leaning against the doorway as I approached him with the check. "I think this is what you have been waiting for," I said as I extended it to him. He took the check from my hand and studied it for a moment. "No," he replied, "this is not what I was waiting for at all." I was confused. "Is something the matter with the amount?" I asked. "No," he answered, "What I mean is, this is what I have been waiting for." In my mind it seemed as if the moment passed in slow motion. I could see his hands extending forward to grasp my shoulders. I felt him pulling my body towards his and his lips coming down to mine. It seemed so slow that I could have stopped it at any time, but instead I melted against his strong, young body and returned his kiss with a passion that would have surprised me just a few months ago. Oh, God! How I loved that moment! All of the uncertainty and confusion of the past week slipped away in an instant. It was time to stop thinking and just trust my body's instincts to seek out what it was that I really needed and craved to be happy. I had learned in the past six weeks that I didn't have to settle for loneliness – that it truly was so much nicer to let somebody into my life. I couldn't help but let a small moan escape against his insistent lips. My arms snaked up between us to wrap around Jerry's neck as his hands slid lower to pull my body even closer to his. I could instantly feel his arousal pressing against me and I felt a sense of pride that this young man would feel such stirrings of lust for me even though I was so much older than him. I didn't have much time to concentrate on the sensation of his bulge pressing into me because our lips each parted and our tongues were busy dancing and sliding along each others. All of those feels of loneliness and longing that I had been trying to quell inside me came pouring out as if some inner dam had broken. After a few moments or a few days (my mind was in no shape to tell anymore) we broke our kiss. Jerry leaned his forehead against mine and we both panted hard in an attempt to catch our breaths. I looked up into his eyes as I heard Jerry say, "God! I've been wanting to do that since the last time we were together." I could feel my legs turning to jelly at his words and couldn't have made my voice work if my life depended upon it. Instead, I guided his lips back down to mine and we kissed again. This time it was less feverish than the first had been. This kiss was filled with more than just pure animal lust. This time I opened my heart and dared to show him just how much this moment meant to me as I gave my soul to another human being. It may have started out less fevered, but it didn't remain that way for too long. I felt his one hand creep under the back of my blouse while his other slid down to my bottom and he pulled me tighter against him. I certainly made no move to stop him. I was only too eager to once again feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against me and I willing snuggled my hips closer to him. I remembered how, during our first encounter, Jerry had scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. This time I wanted it to be different. As our kiss broke, I took his hand, turned, and led him towards the stairs and the master bedroom. The first time I had been caught up in the moment. This time I wanted him to know that this was something that I really wanted for myself. What a glorious feeling that was as I led my young lover up those stairs. Outside I could hear birds chirping and the sounds of someone mowing their lawn. I had a fleeting thought of my colleagues at work going through the motions of their normal days. It was a very normal day in all respects. Yet, here I was – Sandra Perkins, about to get naked with this incredible young man. About to feel him penetrate me and make love to me until I screamed in ecstasy. My legs seemed to be made of rubber, but I had no thought of putting a stop to this for even one moment. I wanted this with my whole heart and soul. Neither of us spoke during that journey to the bedroom. All I was aware of was the pressure of his big hand in mine and the sound of the blood pounding in my ears. I had to consciously fight the powerful urge to break into a run, so eager was I for what was about to come. As we walked into the familiar old bedroom, Jerry stopped and pulled me back into his arms. I had a brief thought that I really should pull the curtains closed first, but some new part of me decided to leave them be. I suddenly didn't care about the rest of the world. In this moment, we were the only two people in all of existence. I eagerly stepped into his arms and we were instantly locked in a passionate embrace. Our lips opened immediately and the sound of my soft moan was captured against his strong, insistent tongue. Our hands began clutching and exploring – seeking to once again familiarize themselves with each others bodies. I kicked my shoes away as I felt Jerry's hands move to the zipper of my skirt. With one quick tug I could feel the material part. If there had been any last vestige of doubt in my mind, it vanished as my skirt slid to the floor. I felt his big hands grasp my panty covered bottom as he roughly pulled me against him. For my part, my hands were not exactly idle either. My fingers flew to undo the buttons of his shirt. So overpowering was my urge to feel his skin that I am surprised that I didn't just rip the buttons off completely. When the shirt was unbuttoned, I eagerly pushed the garment from his shoulders and my hands were finally free to explore his tattooed flesh once more. My fingers once again were free to roam over the ridges of his muscular shoulders and chest. God! It felt so good to be touching his youthful flesh. How could I have denied myself this pleasure for so long? Our kiss broke and I leaned the side of my face against his warm chest. Jerry dug his fingers into the waistband of my panties and quickly slid them down over my hips, leaving my sex completely open to him. He eagerly took advantage of the situation by reaching between my legs from behind and finding my all too moist opening. I moan deeply against his chest and twisted my head around to hungrily kiss his exposed flesh. I was only vaguely aware of the artwork of his tattoos beneath my lips as I licked and nipped my way across his chest. I would have liked to take my time in reexploring my young lover except that Jerry's fingers were quickly driving me towards the brink of an orgasm. Through a quickly clouding mind, I reached my hand down between our bodies and grasped his manhood through the material of his pants. I could hear Jerry groan as my palm flattened against the prominent bulge. Thus distracted, his fingers slowed their steady assault and I felt myself edge back from the pinnacle that I thought was a certainty only moments before. Our last time together, Jerry had been the one very much in control. He had been the one making love to me. This time I wanted to be able to show him that I also was willing to bestow pleasure on him. I brought my other hand down and went to work on loosening his belt. Another low moan escaping his lips and his hands slowing their activities even further let me know that he was only too eager to let me be the aggressor for the moment. With one last kiss on his chest, I began to slowly sink to my knees before my young lover. My hands worked to unbutton his pants and slide the zipper down. Jerry was busy slipping his sneakers off of his feet as I grasped the material and drew his pants and boxers down over his hips. His erection sprang out before me and I feasted my eyes upon it as it bobbed only inches from my face. The sight of his tattooed stomach and thighs made it seem as if were a live animal. I breathed in his masculine scent and reached with both of my hands to capture the iron-like shaft. I lifted his staff and brought my lips to the tender underside – savoring my first taste. I couldn't say that I was any type of expert in the art of giving oral sex, but I had thought many times about our last time and how Jerry had stopped me from pleasuring him all of the way. Deep inside I had regretted him stopping me and this time I was determined that he allow me to finish. I wasted little time in opening my lips and guiding the head into my warm, wet mouth. Jerry groaned loudly as his hands moved to my head. I also moaned around the thick invader that filled my mouth. I was not experienced enough to be able to take too much of him, but I did my best with my hands and tongue to give as much pleasure as I could. Jerry must have liked whatever it was that I was doing, because I could feel his hips begin to thrust forward and his grip on my head tightened. I continued sliding my mouth wetly over the swollen head while my hands and tongue worked on him. I had never had a man climax in my mouth before. This might have made me a bit nervous at some other time, but today there was nothing in the world that I wanted more. Jerry gripped my shoulders and called out my name weakly. I knew that he was trying to warn me that he was close and I was touched by his concern for me. My only response was to quicken the movements of my hand on his shaft. There were no further warnings from him. I was only aware of his muscles tightening and the sound of him calling out, "I'm cumming!" As he let loose a deep growl, I could feel his shaft pulsing an instant before his seed erupted from the tip of his shaft. There is nothing in life that adequately prepares any woman for this moment. I knew what to expect, but I was unprepared for the quantity of his initial discharge. I tried to swallow as fast as I could and a shiver ran through me as his seed went down my throat. I kept my mouth attached to the end of his staff as he spurted over and over. I gagged and swallowed in an attempt to keep up with Jerry's climax. Slowly, I felt his fingers loosen in my hair and he stopped thrusting. I looked up to see his big brown eyes looking down at me as I continued to suck on the end of his manhood. I swallowed the last of his discharge. The taste was quite foreign to me, but not entirely unpleasant. I tried to nonchalantly wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as Jerry gripped my shoulders and guided me back to my feet. "Sandra, that was incredible!" Jerry managed and he surprised me by kissing me deeply once again. I wouldn't have expected a man to want to do that after a woman had performed such an activity. I had thought that I might see a softening of his features or a more relaxed look on his face after his climax. However, the expression that I beheld was one of smoldering lust. It was a look that only fueled my own out of control desire. God – I wanted to do things with this young man that I had never done before! I rubbed my body roughly up against his hard chest. My sensitive nipples ached to be released from the confines of the blouse and bra that still remained in place. I welcomed the feel of Jerry's hands sliding beneath my top from behind. I had a moment where I almost wished that he would just tear the garment from my body and take me right there. Instead, I raised my arms over my head and he quickly slipped my blouse off. I couldn't wait! My hands beat his to the clasp of my bra – so anxious was I to give my naked body to him. The feel of my breasts finally mashing against his warm skin was almost enough to make me lose consciousness. My breathing was so hard at this point that I must have sounded like I was possessed by some sort of demon. I was no longer some conservative school teacher. I was a woman who wanted to be fucked. There – I said it! I have never been the sort of woman who used crude language, but then again, I don't believe I had ever felt as I did at that moment. I wasn't interested in what anybody would have thought of me, nor was I interested in making slow, tender love. I wanted this young man to take me – to feed the fire that was threatening to consume me! Maybe I had been the first to be the aggressor, but my reign was short lived. Jerry's strong hands on my shoulders spun me around and he pushed me forward onto the bed. I tried to twist about – knowing that this was most definitely not my best side. However, my young lover pounced upon me immediately. I shrieked playfully as I tried my best to squirm out from beneath him, but I was no match for his size and strength. Jerry easily held me in place with his hands at my hips. He began spreading kisses all over my lower back and bottom. I was surprised to find that this actually felt pretty good! I ceased my struggles and let him have his way. His big, strong hands massaged my bottom as my eyes closed and I luxuriated in this new activity. I may have had kind of a cute bottom at one point in my youth, but at forty-three years of age it was not an area that I was most proud of anymore. If Jerry had any objections to the way that was proportioned, he sure didn't let on. He kissed his way down to the back of my thighs. This had now moved from feeling amusingly erotic to incredibly hot. He used his hands to spread my legs wider beneath him and attacked the back of my thighs with his energetic tongue. A couple of times he dipped his head and came dangerously close to my steaming sex, but he avoided any direct contact in that area. His teasing was driving me absolutely wild! My hands were gripping handfuls of the comforter as I moaned over and over. Suddenly, without any warning, he quickly stood and flipped me over onto my back. I gazed up at him through slitted lids as he stood over me. Normally, my reaction would have been to cover myself up with my hands. This time, however, I simply laid sprawled before him and let his eyes drink their fill. I could see his nostrils flaring slightly and the rapid rise and fall of his chest. His erection had returned to full force as he looked down at me like some ancient fertility god come to life. Finally, he placed his palms together, slid them between my knees, and pushed my legs wide open. I barely had time to gasp in a breath of air before his face came forward and his mouth attached itself to my inner thigh. Instinctively, I rolled with him onto my side and tried to use my other leg to pull his mouth to my core. Jerry reacted quickly and used his superior strength to push me down flat on my back once again. This time his mouth found the target that I had been hoping for. At the first touch of his lips to my clitoris, I arched my back and came right up off of the mattress. I let out a loud cry and my mind felt as if it had exploded with all of the sensations bombarding it at once. His teasing and my own deep desires conspired to turn me into a powder keg and he had just touched it off! Jerry tried to slow down the action by turning his head and began kissing my other inner thigh. The wild animal that had taken control of my body would have none of that, though. I quickly reached down and forcefully moved his head back to my sex. Thankfully, he didn't resist. His face pressed into my softness and I felt his tongue penetrate me fully. He growled deeply as he feasted upon my flesh. I don't know how he managed to stay in contact with me at all because I was squirming and writhing beneath him like someone who had been strapped into an electric chair at full juice. However, his strong fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips and he held me steady enough. Suddenly, his grip on my hips loosened and he reached up my body to take hold of my heaving breasts. My hands flew to cover his as he pulled and twisted my long, sensitive nipples. It was too much for me. As much as I would have wished this assault to last all day, I felt my body rushing towards an enormous orgasm. Jerry must have sensed it as well. He shifted his tongue to my swollen clitoris and he viciously attacked it. My legs clamped tightly around his head and I screamed as my climax overtook me. At the age of forty-three I was having the biggest orgasm of my life! Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I screamed and I cried as I thrashed about on that old family bed. I wasn't sure if I would ever return to earth again...and I didn't care! An End To Loneliness Slowly, the world began to swim back into focus. I raised my head slightly to see Jerry looking back up at me from between my lewdly spread thighs. The comforter on the bed had somehow been ripped from its place and was crumpled all around me. Jerry simply lowered his head and lovingly nuzzled between my legs. This time there wasn't the desperate urgency of before. This time his lips surrounded my clit and he sucked on it tenderly. I could feel myself melting inside once again. Jerry changed his grip and I felt him slide a finger slowly inside me. A part of my brain was insisting that I take more of a roll in the events unfolding here on the bed, but the pleasure that was coursing through my body made it next to impossible for me to move. At last, I was able to croak out, "Jerry, make love to me...please?" No second request was necessary. I watched as he rose to stand at the edge of the bed. Without saying a word, he reached down to grasp my hips. With an almost effortless tug, he pulled me down to the edge of the bed and lifted my hips higher in the air. His first thrust missed its spot, but the second found the mark just perfectly. I was already so moist that he nearly buried himself all of the way inside me in one stroke. With my lower body completely in his control as he held my hips aloft, he began a steady thrusting. I looked up to see his rigid muscles working as he penetrated me deeply. In this position, Jerry was in complete control and I wanted to let him use me in any way that he chose. It felt so good to have a man inside me again! I was so wet that I could clearly hear the sounds of our love making echoing off of the walls. I lost track of time as I watched my young lover thrust into me over and over. The sight of his tattoos moving as his muscles bulged and writhed beneath his skin was one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed. How could this uncultured youth make me feel this way inside? This was wrong on so many levels, but at least on one level, it couldn't have possibly been any better. I wanted to be able to show him, in some small way, how much this meant to me. I mustered all of my strength and I said, "Stop, Jerry". He stopped his thrusting immediately. I watched his eyes as he looked down at me in confusion. I saw him scanning my face to see if I was alright. Perhaps he had hurt me in some way? I was again very touched by his concern for me. I wanted to let him know that there was nothing in the world wrong with me. I reached for his hand and pulled him up onto the bed. Jerry moved willingly onto the bed – laying his head on one of the big, fluffy pillows. I scooted up beside him on my side and looked slowly up and down his young body. His manhood remained standing rigid and I reached my hand down to close around the hard shaft. "Is – Is anything the matter?" Jerry managed. "Shhhh...", I said, "I want to make love to you". With that, I swung my right leg across his hips and lifted myself on top of him. I leaned down to kiss his lips tenderly while I rubbed myself slowly along the length of his hard staff. Jerry's hands moved over the smooth skin of my back until I felt the head of his member position itself against my opening. I pushed back and felt him slide back inside me. We each gave a deep moan as I worked my hips forwards and back – feeling him penetrate deeper inside me. I broke our kiss and pushed myself more upright with my arms. This caused his manhood to slide even farther into me. I looked down into his face as I began to ride him. I fleetingly thought that he must not be used to this. His face looked so peaceful – almost vulnerable as I truly made love to him. "It feels so good inside you, Sandra"' he said. I responded by plunging all of the way down on his shaft and tightening my inner muscles around him. I was rewarded by a look of pure pleasure crossing his face. "And I love the feeling of you inside me", I managed. After several minutes in this position, I could feel my arms beginning to weaken and shake. I placed a hand on his chest and used it to lift myself into a full sitting position on top of him. I brushed the hair back from my face to see Jerry looking up at me – my body on completely display before his eyes. My prominent nipples were as hard as could be and I could see a look of admiration in his young face. He wasted little time in eagerly reaching up to take my breasts in his strong, rough hands. I began to ride him a little quicker as he used his hands to help me in my movements. The sounds of my moans combined with the sound of the squeaking bed to fill the room. Beneath me, I could see Jerry struggling to control himself. I could tell he was close to orgasm even as I felt the same sensations rising inside of me. "Oh, God – San", he groaned, "Yes..." Try as I might to hold back, I couldn't control the passion racing through my veins. I fell forward with a loud cry as I exploded inside. Jerry's strong arms wrapped around me and held me tightly as my pleasure crested. I could feel him thrusting from beneath me – powerful thrusts that shook the entire bed. Even before the last waves of pleasure had passed through me, Jerry rolled me over onto my back. He moved with me – never dislodging his stiff member from inside of me. His mouth found that sensitive area on my neck and he began thrusting inside me furiously. I hung on as this powerful young man plunged deep inside me over and over. He was moaning and growling and making me feel more like a woman than I had in my entire life. With one last lunge, I heard him give a deep groan and I felt his seed spurting into my womb. I was out of control. I reached down and grasped his chiseled bottom – pulling him tighter to me. His muscles contracted again and again. I could feel his essence pouring forth inside me as I got lost in this – my favorite moment in all of existence. At long last, the urgency of our movements slowed. Jerry leaned down to kiss me tenderly and I basked in the feel of having his weight over me, pinning me to the bed beneath him. So many emotions were running through my brain that I was helpless to sort them all out. Chief among them was a sense of wonder. I had never given myself over to another human being like I just had. As someone that had led her life carefully detached, I basked in the warmth that came from truly sharing with another person. It was a moment that I knew would stay with me forever and I knew that I could never go back to my self-imposed solitude ever again.