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Better with Age Ch. 02

By: goes4grey



The following Monday morning I came to work, my dick was sore as hell. I lost count of how many times I jerked off over the weekend as I relived the Friday afternoon in Jean Merryweather's office. By Sunday night I was shooting blanks. 

Before I started to pick up where I left off with my work on Friday I went out to the shop and put in a request for some samples to show Jean. I figured I would give her a few options to choose from. The foreman told me they were straight out in the finishing department and I might have to wait till next week. I was hoping they would be ready this week so I could return to see Jean again and fuck her silly, but I begrudgingly said that next week would be fine. 

The day came and went in a blur; we were really busy this time of year. I didn't realize it was after 6 when the boss told me he was leaving and asked me to lock up when I left as I was the last one in the office. I booted up my Auto Cad program and took out my measurements from Jean's office and the sketches I made for her. As I started to draw up the office and added the couch and conference table I started to get aroused thinking of what had transpired there the Friday before. Since nobody was around I slid my pants and underwear down my legs and slowly began stroking my sore cock as I clicked the mouse with my other hand. The more the office came into focus on the computer the faster I stroked and soon I was shooting a small load of jizz all over my desk. I cleaned myself and my desk up, plotted the drawing out and went home.

The week went by fast and I was pretty well occupied by work and didn't spend much time thinking about Jean and managed to leave my cock alone the whole week and the weekend as well. Finally the foreman called me on Wednesday to tell me my samples were ready and he would leave them on my desk. I couldn't wait a minute more and immediately put a call into Jean's law office. The receptionist picked up after 2 rings and I franticly searched my memory for the girl's name. It finally came to me as I pictured her pretty face.

"Hello, is this Gretchen?"

"Yes, how may I help you sir?"

"This is Mike Dupree calling for Ms. Merryweather. I was in the office the Friday before last."

"I recall Mr. Dupree, Ms. Merryweather is in a meeting at the moment, may I take a message for her?"

Shit I thought. 

"Ok tell her I have the samples and drawings for her office and I wanted to stop by and show them to her."

"Well her schedule is pretty well booked the rest of this week, how does the same time Friday afternoon as the last time you were here, will that work?"

"Yes, that works for me I guess I will see you Friday."

I left her my cell number in case something changed.

That night it took the ultimate self control to not jack off, I wanted to save myself up for Friday. I had no doubt in my mind that we would end up having sex again. I drifted off to sleep with an aching hardon as visions of fucking Jean danced in my head. 

Friday afternoon finally rolled around after what seemed an eternity. I hopped the subway and made my way to Ms. Merryweather's law office. I entered the reception area and was warmly welcomed by the pretty but chubby Gretchen. She asked me to have a seat and told me Jean was on another conference call but shouldn't be long. I was casually dressed in jeans and a polo shirt and I caught Gretchen stealing little looks at me, maybe she knew what I was really there for. 

The wait was only about 5 minutes of which I chatted (and flirted a bit) with Gretchen. Jean emerged from her office down the hall and came into reception to greet me. 

"Mr Dupree, thank you for making time in your schedule to come see me. I can't wait to see those wood samples." 

She was professional all the way. She was dressed far more casually than the last time, in a pair of designer jeans and tight fitting long sleeved knit shirt with a generous amount of cleavage showing. Her grey hair was pulled back in a pony tail. 

"Gretchen please feel free to leave early, I think just about everyone else has left for the day, you shouldn't have to hang around just for me." 

"Thank you Ms Merryweather, have a good weekend. It was nice to see you again Mr Dupree." 

"Likewise Gretchen take care."

"Right this way Mr. Dupree."

The 50 year old Jean sauntered towards her office, wide hips swaying seductively before me. She entered the office fully, no blocking the way so I could brush up against her large breasts this time. I followed her in and she closed the door behind me. All of a sudden she dropped to her knees in front of me, rapidly undid my jeans, pulled them down to my ankles and stuffed my flaccid dick in her mouth. The whole effort took less than 5 seconds and I was so surprised it took another 5 seconds for me to realize what had just happened. She was sucking hard on my pole, and it was rapidly reacting to her voracious mouth. I wasn't in her office for 30 seconds and I was hard as a rock already. I dropped my bag with the samples and drawings by my side. She pulled her mouth off and looked up at me. 

"I've been thinking of sucking your cock all day, I couldn't wait a minute more." 

She just as quickly buried my hardness deep in her throat. She was sucking me hard and very noisily, no doubt anybody walking by outside could hear thru the door we were next to; she obviously didn't care or was certain we were alone. Taking her lead I began moaning loudly as well. She was slamming my cock in and out of her mouth rapidly and had a suction grip on it. 

"That's it Merryweather, suck my cock...suck it hard...OHHH fuck!"

I took her head in my hands and pushed my cock all the way into her throat and held it there. I felt her tongue reach out and lick away at my swaying ball sack.

I was getting close to cumming so I pushed her off my cock, she did not look happy. I reached down and gruffly took her big tits in my hands. I could feel her hard nipples thru the knit shirt. I moved my hands up to the shoulders and pulled the shirt downward and over her breasts. I left it around her arms and she was trapped somewhat, although she could free herself with little effort if she wanted. I stepped towards her, took my cock in hand and slapped it against her face. 

"You like sucking my cock don't you?" 

"mmm, I love sucking your cock, stick it in my mouth so I can suck you some more!" 

"I want to fuck those big titties of yours first, lie down and take your top off." 

She quickly pushed the shirt down around her waist and pulled her bra off and lay down on the wood floor. I knelt over her face and stuck my cock back in her mouth to get it wet once again. She bobbed her head up and down and I felt her tongue glide all over the head in her mouth. I pulled it out and rubbed it all over her flushed face before moving down and straddling her chest. She took her big heaving tits in her hands and I slid my wet and hard dick between them. Her tits felt soft as pillows as I fucked my 8" tool between them. Jean would lean forward and try and lick the head as it popped out between her mounds. I felt the urge to cum come over me once again so I moved up and pushed my cock between her lovely lips. I drove my cock right into her throat, pulled out and slammed it in again. She was moaning as I pounded my dick into her mouth like I was fucking her pussy. I felt my balls tighten and my load enter my shaft. I pulled my spit slicked cock from out of her mouth and started to rapidly stroke it. I practically screamed as the first jet of cum shot like a rope across her face and into her hair. The second and third issues covered her nose, cheeks and into her right eye. As my cum diminished I directed it over her chin, lips and open mouth. Upon finishing I pushed my sensitive cock back into her mouth where she sucked hungrily, draining my shaft of anything left inside. 

"Holy Fuck that was some cock sucking you just gave me!" 

I rolled off her and lay down on the floor. She leaned over and continued to nurse on my still hard prick. 

"I knew you would like it if I showed you what a slut I can be."

She rubbed my dick all over her cum covered face, getting it all wet with Cum and then plopping it into her mouth to clean it off. 

"mmm yummy!" 

She did this till her face was clean and I had to beg her to stop my cock was so sensitive. 

While I lay on the cool wood floor Jean stood up and slid her jeans and underwear off facing away from me. She bent over and gave me a great view of her nice wide ass and shook it back and forth like a go-go dancer. Then she pivoted and was straddling my chest 

"It's my turn now." 

Moving forward she bent her legs and slowly squatted down till her large cunt was planted directly on my mouth. She was hot and her snatch was already soaked with her juices. Unlike last time when I was in charge of eating her out, this time she was in control. She pushed her hot pussy onto my mouth and began grinding it back and forth and around in circles. I stuck my tongue out and tried to lick her as best I could but it wasn't easy. She was basically humping my mouth and lower face and my nose even entered her as she face fucked me. 

Then all of a sudden her hard clit was in my mouth. 

"Suck it stud, eat my fucking clit!" 

I bit down hard on her throbbing clit and she screamed as an orgasm rocked her body. I kept her hard clit between my teeth and gave it a tongue lashing to end all tongue lashings. Jean's climax intensified and her juices practically drowned me they were flowing so much. She continued to face fuck me as I kept sucking hard on her clit. I thought that it might rip right out of her she was moving so much. I slid my hands up to her ass to try and keep her steady. I let her clit go and greedily munched on her sopping wet hole. She was moaning and groaning her pleasure the whole time. After about 2 minutes of feasting on her lips I returned to her hard clit and sucked it between my lips. At the same time I slid a finger between her cheeks and popped it into her little asshole. She wailed as an intense orgasm over took her. I held on for dear life as she ground her hot fuck hole down on my mouth. 

Jean's orgasm seemed to go on forever. I was practically suffocating as she rode my face into a state of sexual bliss. Finally she pulled her cunt off my mouth. My face felt like a glazed doughnut. She lay down beside me and we both caught our breath.

"Holy Fuck that was some cunt eating you just gave me!" 

We both laughed out loud at her humorous statement. As our breathing and heart rates began to return to normal, we rolled onto our sides facing each other. She brought her face down to mine and we slowly kissed, tasting each other's fluids on our lips and tongues. The intensity of our kissing quickly escalated and our hands began to explore one another. My fingers found her hard nipples and began to roll them between my thumb and forefinger. Her fingers found my ball sack and she stroked and pulled on them. My cock was getting hard again, ready for more of this exciting older woman before me. 

Her hand traveled up from my balls to my hardening rod. 

"I need this in me."

My hand traveled down between her legs and found her damp with need. She most certainly was ready to be fucked. 

We jumped up from the floor and went over to the couch, the scene of our first sexual encounter. She sat down and I pushed my hardening rod into her mouth. She sucked voraciously on my dick getting it rock hard once again. I pulled it out of her mouth and slapped it playfully against her cheeks. 

"You want this in your pussy?"

"Oh yeah baby...fuck me with that big dick of yours!" 

I maneuvered her onto her side and pulled her leg up over my shoulder. Her cunt yawned open and I pushed the head of my swollen cock between her wet lips. 

"Tell me what you want Jean...tell me how bad you want my cock."

She growled at me, not happy that I was denying her of the fucking she needed so badly. 

"Put it in me...fill my fucking cunt with your cock...fuck me like the slut I am!"

This was music to my ears and I obliged sinking my fuck stick balls deep into her hole. I ground my cock in circles, Jean moaned her approval. I pulled all the way out and held my cock still at her entrance. 

"Please fuck me...please...I need your cock in me so bad...please!"

I plunged in and Jean came hard. 

I reached down and grabbed a handful of tit, both for pleasure and to give me something to hang on to. As Jean continued to climax, I began to pound my dick in and out of her at a furious pace. Sweat beaded my forehead and the room resounded with the sounds of our sexes slapping together and Jean's continuous moans. Over and over again I pummeled her cunt with my invading rod. I felt my balls constrict and my load enter its point of ejection. I cried out as cum raced out of my cock and began to fill Jean's steamy hole. The physical exertion of our fucking had me shaking with the force of my orgasm. Jean was also spilling a torrent of noises from her open mouth as she went over the edge once again. Jet after jet of jizz expelled from my cock as I kept it buried deep inside her pussy until I was spent.

I let her leg fall off my shoulder and eased my softening tool out of her well fucked hole. Some cum oozed out onto her folds and thigh. I scooped it up with my fingers and brought them to her mouth and she greedily sucked them dry. We finally caught our breath and rearranged ourselves on the couch. I was half sitting, half lying on the cushion and she settled into my lap with her back to me. I languidly played with her breasts and she sighed her contentment. 

"So are you going to show me those samples Mr. Dupree or do we need to make another appointment for that?"

We both laughed. 

"Tell you what I'll leave them with you and then I will come back next Friday afternoon so you can tell me what you think."

"You can come by every Friday and show me your wood if you like Mr. Dupree."

Jean turned to me with a wicked smile. I returned her smile with a wink of my eye. 

As I dressed to leave I couldn't help thinking how lucky I was to have met up with this sexy older woman. I don't know if I could go back to a young chick after this. I guess women just get better with age.

Better with Age Ch. 02



Her face still flushed from the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced, Amber stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the remnants of Dave's own climax fresh on her face and chest. 

After cleaning herself off and making herself look as presentable as she could, Amber slipped back into her bright yellow bikini and returned downstairs, where Hayley was busy re-creating her overly large drinks in the margarita machine. 

"Alright, finally I get to have some drinks!" Hayley exclaimed. Once they were ready, she poured the drinks into two glasses, just as large and oversized as before, but this time without the interruption of having to abruptly leave to go to work for a short period of time. 

Handing Amber what was now her third oversized drink of the day, she toasted "To the end of a great school year, and a summer of men, booze, and sun!"

Amber clinked glasses eagerly with her friend and they both drank, Hayley's sip much more sizeable than Amber's. "I need to catch up; you're pretty ahead of me", she said, drinking nearly a full third of her glass before putting it down on the counter. "Ok," she began, "I'll go change and be right out."

Hayley walked towards the stairs as her father, Dave, walked in. She leaned over and gave him a peck on the check, "Thanks for keeping Amber company while I was gone." 

"No problem sweetie," he said as Hayley began climbing the, "It was really quite enjoyable."

Amber blushed, standing before Dave after what had just happened, so casual now and with the heat of the moment gone; she didn't really know what to say. Sensing her unease, Dave spoke up for the both of them, "That was incredible, Amber, I hadn't been with a woman in what seems like forever," Dave smiled, "that being said, we should probably not let this become a regular thing, we wouldn't want to upset Hayley. What do you think?"

Amber felt relief wash over her. She had no idea what to say to Dave a moment ago, and yet he seemed to have said it all for her. The way he made her feel was incredible, but he was right, Hayley would not be impressed if she found. Still, Amber felt a burning inside, having had this near perfect orgasm, but aching to feel Dave deep inside of her, to have him on his knees behind her, thrusting hard and gripping onto her hips. 

She broke herself away from the fantasy, "You're right Dave, that was amazing but we don't want to hurt Hayley."

"Exactly," said Dave, "I'm glad we agree. I'll let you two get back to the sun and your drinks."

Amber smiled while looking downwards, and without hesitation, without pause or consideration, stepped forward to Dave, looking up to meet his eyes, kissing him deeply, her tongue flicking out quickly to his lips, before breaking off. She smiled again and took both drinks off towards the patio door.

Dave stood dumbfounded as Amber walked outside. "Well," he thought to himself, "good talk."

Hayley meanwhile had gone up to her room and slipped off the little red shorts and black top she had been wearing earlier while shopping. The sun was bright out and the air felt perfect as she had driven home, she would have loved to have been able to sit topless outside on the deck loungers to get some sun on her chest as well, never having had much love for tanlines and generally was able to coordinate tanning in the nude by finding out exactly when her parents would be at work, but her dad being home today kind of threw a monkey wrench into those plans. 

Hayley slipped on the bright green bikini bottom which sat quite low, almost on her hips instead of above them, and then went to tie up the matching top before making her way back down and out towards the pool deck. She could see Amber had once again regained her comfortable position, drink firmly in hand.

"How's the sun?" Hayley said as she sat down in the adjacent lounger. 

"Really nice so far." Amber replied, "Everything alright at your uncle's office?"

"Yep, it looks like it's going to be a pretty easy summer job, and most of the bookkeeping he wants me to do is straightforward." Hayley said and then took a drink from her glass. The afternoon was young, and the girls would have plenty of time to sit and enjoy the sun. 

As the day wore on, Amber and Hayley continued chatting and catching up over everything else that had happened over the semester at college. It had been a particularly stressful last few weeks as final exams approached, so the chance to sit and talk about everything and nothing, like when they were in high school, was an alien feeling, though one they welcomed back and quickly grew accustomed too. 

Eventually the conversation once more turned to their love lives, or lack thereof, during the past year. 

"It'd be nice to have a boyfriend," Hayley began, "but the few guys I'd meet at a party who were nice at first were simply too high maintenance, always wanting to hang out when I had to study, or wanting to go for drinks whenever I'd rather go for a run."

Amber nodded in agreement, "I know what you mean, or the guys I hooked up with at those parties at the end of midterms seemed to think that after that one night I'd be begging for more, over and over again."

Both girls laughed at this. "Is it mean to be laughing at them for that?" Hayley asked. 

"I don't think so, lots of guys use parties to meet girls for one-time hook ups. Why shouldn't we?" Amber replied, "It's not like we made a point of stringing them along with promises of love and marriage and tiny little children running about" her hands flinging about at the mention of each of these. 

Hayley couldn't help but laugh again. "You're right, we didn't. I think it's a pretty standard understanding of what's going to happen if you meet at a party and go home with a guy while super drunk." She paused to take one last sip of her drink, effectively finishing her margarita. "But like I said earlier, I think I'm going to stick with older guys. After the few times I spent with that professor, I don't think I could go back to young, super horny, inexperienced boys. You should try it out sometime, see if you like it."

Both girls were sitting in the loungers, semi-facing each other, much in the same way that Dave and Amber had them set up a little while before. Were it not for the positioning of their seats and her sunglasses, Amber's tipsy and now wide eyes would have been a dead giveaway to anyone. After a moment she quietly responded "Yeh, maybe I should."

The awkwardness felt by Amber was cut short as Hayley's beeped, a text message popping up on the screen. She quickly read it and said "Jenn and Chrystal want to know if we're up for a house party over at some guy that they met at school. What do you think?"

Amber replied "Sounds like fun, but I thought you wanted to avoid the places full of younger guys."

"I do," was Hayley's response, "but that doesn't mean we can't go have some more drinks and have fun with the girls! Jenn says that it's a pool party; I guess this guy Greg has a nice pool or something. Let's throw on some cute shorts and we'll be all set."

Hayley's phone rang once more as the girls stood up. "And in the traditional no-time to get ready styling of Jenn, she says she'll be here in two minutes to pick us up. Let's go change!"

Both girls quickly grabbed their things and rushed up to Hayley's room to change. "Here, this would look super cute on you, they're just a little too small for me, but you can definitely pull it off", and Hayley opened her dresser and passed Amber a pair of tight, black shorts that barely went above her hips. Sliding them over her bikini bottoms, Amber exclaimed "These fit great! How long have you had these?"

"Probably about three months, I bought them thinking I'd use them to work out, but they're literally about an inch too short and they fit funny on me" came Hayley's reply, "A benefit to you being shorter than me, I suppose."

Amber laughed as she stood in front of the full length mirror on the wall, turning to check out her side and butt, "I can't argue with that."

Hayley was looking through her dresser now, pulling out a few different bikini tops and different colored shorts. "I'm going to change into something else really quick, I think I heard Jenn's car pull up outside, can you go down to the kitchen to grab us a bottle of, well, surprise me! I'll be down in a sec."

Amber nodded and went back to the kitchen. She felt quite excited about their new plans for the evening; she had not seen her friends Jenn and Chrystal in a few weeks either, and an alcohol infused reunion was more than overdue in her opinion. As she entered the kitchen, she almost walked right into Dave who was standing at the counter cutting up vegetables. 

Dave turned to see Amber and said "Looking good Ambs, looking good", and then returned his focus to the task before hand. 

Amber decided to take the compliment and simply play it cool; "Thanks Mr. Goldie, you're looking quite good yourself." She walked by and opened the pantry where the alcohol was kept, her back to him now.

"More drinks already?" asked Dave.

Amber replied, "We're heading over to a friend's place for a pool party, any suggestions?"

Amber could hear Dave put down the knife onto the cutting board and walk over to her. He stood directly behind her, their two bodies almost touching. Dave reached over Amber's shoulder and took hold of a bottle, "This always puts me in a good mood, one of my favorite Vodkas", he then held it up and Amber took hold of it with both hands, though she did not recognize the label. She turned on the spot, their faces only inches apart once more. 

"Thanks," replied Amber, her voice soft, almost hushed, "If you like it, I'm sure I will too." Amber and Dave looked directly at one another, their eyes locking for a moment before Hayley called, rushing down the stairs, "All ready to go!"

Dave smiled at Amber and stepped aside, allowing her to briskly walk forward and out of the kitchen. "I suppose I deserve that after kissing him earlier" Amber thought to herself, her legs feeling like rubber as she reached the front door. 

Hayley had her phone and a giant smile on her face, but it vanished as soon as she saw the bottle in Amber's hands, "Not that bottle," Hayley began, "that's my dad's favorite, his old war buddy brings him that, maybe like once bottle every couple of years, if that."

Amber looked down to the bottle in her hands. Now that she thought more about it, it didn't simply look unfamiliar to her, rather it was completely foreign to her, and she was now sure that she'd never actually seen it for sale anywhere. "Sorry," Amber began to explain, "It's just tha-"

"It's my idea, Hayley," Dave's soft voice nearing as he rounded the corner from the kitchen, "Consider it my way of saying congrats on finishing the school year so strong, I'm sure you knocked those exams right out of the park.You girls just promise me you'll have a good, safe time. And don't let just anyone have a taste of that."

Hayley's enormous grin re-appeared as quickly as it had gone a moment ago. "Thanks dad!" she said as she gave Dave a big hug. Amber simply smiled at Dave, thinking much this bottle actually meant to him. Hayley had talked for years about how her dad would have an old friend bring him a bottle of alcohol, an old friend that Dave had supposedly saved from a grenade, but they'd never really discussed it past that. 

Hayley and Amber waved goodbye and exited the house, to the sounds of whistles and cat-calls from Jenn and Chrystal as they sat waiting in the car in the driveway. Jenn yelled out "You ladies are looking fine tonight!"

It took a little over fifteen minutes to arrive at Greg's house (Amber and Hayley having only then learnt the name of the friend). When they arrived at Greg's house, the party was already busy and full of people they didn't know, and as the evening progressed and the sun went down, more and more people strolled into the house and backyard. Luckily, Greg's house was huge and it didn't feel cramped at any point. Throughout the night the group of girls ran into a number of friends from high school and from university. 

Soon after arriving, Hayley said to Amber, "Alright, I think I'm more excited about my dad's booze than socializing, let's break it out!" They grabbed a few small glasses and began pouring the drinks. "Oh none for me," said Jenn, "I'm driving you ladies home tonight, assuming you don't find some stud to take you", all four girls laughed at this. "None for me either," said Chrystal, "Vodka and I had a bad fight a few nights back. I think it won, I'm not ready for a re-match", more laughter at this.

"More for the two of us then", Amber cheered as she passed Hayley her drink. Amber raised her glass and caught the aroma of a fine, high-quality vodka. She closed her eyes and without thinking, thought of Dave, sitting at his desk, reading some book, a short glass of this in his hands. Hayley spoke first, "This drink smells amazing", and Amber nodded eagerly, smiling and slowly opening her eyes. 

"Drink up!" came the encouraging call from Jenn, "You'll need to drink double to make up for what I usually have!"

"Triple, I'm here too" chimed in Chrystal. 

Amber and Hayley touched glasses and each took a sip of their drinks. Neither said anything for a moment as the vodka slid down their throats and warmed them at their very cores. 

"How was it?" Jenn asked.

Hayley tried to explain, "It's very...it's really..."

"It's bloody amazing!" Amber interrupted, throwing one arm up into the air.

"Exactly", came Hayley's reply. 

And on went the evening, Amber and Hayley sharing in their drink. As the sun set and the moon's glow became dominant out by the pool, each of the four girls had slowly split up and was spending time talking with other people. Jenn and Chrystal were talking to two guys over by the diving board, Amber to a young man around her age that had recognized her from one of her classes in the fall semester, and Hayley with a group of people sitting at the table by the patio doors. Amber had slowed down on the drinking by this point, having had such a head start earlier in the afternoon. The conversation she was having was good enough, and it was nice feeling as though this guy was into it as well, and not just making small talk because she was attractive. 

At some point or another, one of the guys at Hayley's table, a tall, muscular volleyball player, had decided that they would all be better off doing shots of tequila instead of only talking. Hayley at this point had not been slowing down with the alcohol, and was moving from being fairly tipsy to being quite drunk. As the volleyball player poured everyone a shot, Hayley declined. Everyone at the table booed her for it, but Hayley was never one to give in to pressure, and so everyone else took their glasses and quickly downed their drinks. This went on for a good while, the volleyball player continually offering Hayley a shot each time, and after the fourth such polite decline, he finally asked, slurring almost every word, "What have you got against doing shots?"

Hayley laughed at this, "Absolutely nothing," came her reply, "but I'd rather have something better than your cheap tequila."

The volleyball player turned and laughed abruptly, stopping between to say "What's a silly little girl know about a good drink?"

Hayley's grin vanished, a glare imbedded in its place, but only for the briefest of moments, such that only Amber, watching from farther away, actually noticed, before she smiled again and laughed back at the volleyball player, as he looked to be no older than she, definitely built well and attractive, but young and overconfident nonetheless, "Well, I think I know enough, and this so-called 'silly little girl' is going to go enjoy some with her friends." Everyone else at the table had heard the volleyball player's somewhat rude comment and was now mainly paying attention to them. Hayley stood up and walked towards Amber, her arm extended and glass in hand.

"I could use another drink babe." she said as she stumbled a bit upon reaching Amber "Plus the guy I thought was kinda cute is more of a douchebag now that he's had a few drinks." Both Amber and Hayley laughed at this as two drinks were poured, one for each of them. 

Amber raised her glass again, "To finding better guys" she toasted.

"To finding better men!" replied Hayley immediately after, but before either of them could drink from their glasses, the volleyball player, tall and imposing, appeared beside them and quickly took Hayley's drink from her hand. "Is this the supposed good stuff you were talking about?" he slurred and stumbled back a bit. The effects of the evening's drinks had clearly taken their toll on him, though they had also done so on Hayley, so her reflexes clearly weren't prepared for his unannounced grabbing of her glass. 

Hayley's smile once again disappeared from her face, all cheeriness having left her voice as she said "Yeh, my friend and I were about to toast, so quit being a jerk and give it back." She motioned for him to hand it back, but he only laughed and said "Not so fast, silly little girl, I'm going judge this fine, fine drink that you left me sitting at the table for."

Hayley stood perfectly still, arms crossed, unmoving, the glare on her face, her eyes seemingly boring a hole into his drunken face. Amber had seen this expression only once before; about a year ago when they were on campus and some boys were bullying another younger, smaller boy, who happened to be in a wheelchair. She had told them to stop, and they told her to shut up, she was only a girl and "men were playing". The moment that comment had left their condescending lips, Hayley lost it and began screaming at them until the boys, terrified and surprised at the strength of her voice, each apologized to the one in the wheelchair and had walked off, shoulders slumped, completely embarrassed. Yet that was when Hayley was sober, a state from which she was far, far from at this moment. 

The volleyball player stood triumphantly, laughing and closing his eyes, raising the glass to his lips. Without hesitation, Hayley stepped forward, her right hand maneuvered between his legs, grasping firmly at crotch, gripping tightly, enough to cause the desired reaction from the volleyball player as he coughed out in surprise and buckled forward. Releasing him, she placed the palm of the same hand on his forehead, pushing him back with all her strength, causing him to quickly lose his balance and begin falling backwards into the pool. Hayley reached and grasped onto her glass, reclaiming it, as he tumbled back, making a large splash in the water, the attention of every single person who wasn't currently watching with interest instantly being caught, fascinated with the spectacle before them.

Amber burst into laughter; she could not help herself, along with seemingly the entire rest of the party goers. Those who were friends with Hayley knew better than to torment her, much less treat her in such a disrespectful manner. Hayley seemed content now that she had reclaimed her drink, and both girls walked away towards the people that Jenn and Chrystal were with, but the volleyball player, thrashing about in the water and gripping onto the edge to get himself out, seemed less than amused. 

He climbed out and stood completely dumbfounded, soaked from head to toe. The laughter did not continue, however, as most everyone could see in his expression a look of pure rage. He turned towards Hayley and began yelling as he stalked towards her, "You dumb bitch, that's going to cost you," and as he neared, he lifted his arm up, his hand back, open palmed. Amber was much more sober than either he or Hayley, and having grown up with two older brothers, acted in almost pure reflex. Everyone else stood still, some gasps could be heard from here and there, but before his hand could even began to swing, Amber loosened her grip on the vodka bottle so as to let it slide down her fingers, gripping it again firmly around the neck. She stepped forward between the two, standing directly in front of Hayley, and swung up, hard, smashing the bottle into his crotch. The volleyball player made more than a little cough this time; it was more of a yelp that escaped his surprised lips. His hands instinctively reached down to hold himself, and he fell to the grass, whimpering. 




Better with Age Ch. 02



There was no laughter this time around. From the opposite side of the yard, one of the young men yelled out an overenthusiastic "Yeah!", but this was followed by overall silence and an awkward loss of party spirit. What was a simple push into the pool had escalated into a large man attempting to strike at Hayley.

From the inside of the house, Greg's parents appeared near the patio doors, asking, "What happened?", looking over to see one man huddled over on the ground, his hands between his legs. 

"I think that might have been our cue to leave," said Jenn, car keys already in hand, the three girls nodding in agreement. 

Once they were back in the car, it was like an eruption of celebration between the four of them. During the short drive back to Hayley's home, all four of their phones had been going off non-stop with text messages from friends and acquaintances, all saying essentially the same thing, that Amber had put on an amazing show with her literal ball-busting moves . 

"It couldn't have been as exciting as everyone is making it out to be" said Amber, sitting in the back of the car with Hayley. 

"Oh really?" asked Chrystal, "John just sent me this little gem!" passing her iPhone to Amber in the back seat. The screen showed a group of people standing around a table outside in a backyard. Voices could be heard among the those holding the phone that was recording the video, and then a large splash. The view quickly switched over, and there stood Hayley and Amber, the volleyball player having fallen back into the pool, his frantic thrashing seemed quite comical now that it was being replayed before them. The video continued on, the laughter turning to silence, the anger in his face readily apparent on even on the tiny screen, and as he walked forwards, Amber's intervention and the subsequent moaning and rolling around on the ground. 

Hayley and Amber both burst out laughing, handing Chrystal back her phone. "I take it back," Amber began, "it was more entertaining than I thought."

"My hero!" exclaimed Hayley, giving Amber a big hug, both girls laughing at the situation. 

"I can't believe that jerk was going to hit you." Jenn said as they turned the corner into Hayley's neighborhood. 

"Booze and hormones make people do crazy things" Chrystal said.

"Crazy things, yes," replied Hayley, "but turning into an asshole who wants to slap women? That's far past the line."

"Well that's true," replied Jenn, "and I know the video doesn't show it, but I believe I caught sight of you grabbing a certain male appendage before nudging him into the pool, am I right Miss Hayley?"

Hayley laughed out loud, "Well, that's true I guess, but considering that guy's personality, it was probably the most action he'd seen all year."

All four girls laughed as Jenn pulled into Hayley's driveway. They said their goodbyes as Amber stepped out of the car, followed by Hayley stumbling out. 

"I think someone had a few drinks too many tonight" Amber teased, putting an arm around to support her Hayley.

"I think someone is right about that!" Hayley replied, leaning back for support. 

As the girls entered, all of the lights were off as it was quite late, and Dave was likely fast asleep. They crept upstairs to Hayley's bedroom; she quickly slipped out of her shorts and bikini top, knowing that Amber would not mind, but also likely not caring at this point, and fell right into bed, passing out almost immediately. Amber laughed, and threw the covers over her friend.

Though Amber had made it a point to drink a little less at the party, she had still been drinking consistently since early in the afternoon and was certainly feeling the effects of dehydration. She decided to go to the kitchen for a drink of water. Slipping off her own shorts and bikini top, Amber wanted to slip on the t-shirt that Dave had given her much earlier in the day after discovering her nearly naked in the hall, but decided against it since she wouldn't be able to explain it to Hayley in the morning. Instead, she slipped on an old t-shirt that she used whenever she stayed over at Hayley's that almost nearly covered her butt, but not quite, and decided against putting her thong back on.

Closing the door gently behind her so as not to wake Hayley, though in her state she could have slammed it shut and Hayley would have likely slept through it, Amber descended the staircase and went into the kitchen. As she took a long, satisfying drink of water, a faint flicker of light caught her attention from past the kitchen. Amber froze on the spot, wondering what had caused it. Putting her glass down as quietly as she could, Amber slowly tip toed over to the end of the kitchen, where she saw the door to Dave's study almost completely shut, yet a sliver between it and the wall allowed for the occasional change in light to escape. 

Amber crept the last few steps until she was outside the door, peering into through the small crack, her breath then catching in her throat; the light was coming from the faint glow of the computer screen, which had a petite young woman, naked and on on all fours, and a muscular, well build man behind her, thrusting away. Though the volume was quite low, she could easily make out her lustful moans as she pushed back to meet every thrust. Dave sat in his large leather chair, completely naked, stroking himself slowly to the action on screen, completely absorbed in the fantasy. 

Amber could feel her own legs tremble, the memories of earlier in the afternoon flooding back to her; Dave licking her most intimate areas, giving her such an intense orgasm. 

There sat Dave, stroking himself slowly, methodically, controlling the tempo at which he pleasured himself. 

Outside stood Amber, silent and still, watching Dave watch the action on screen. Amber's own hand had dropped now, her fingers running small circles on her clit, her other hand sliding up her shirt and pinching lightly at her nipples. She could feel herself becoming very wet, very quickly. Thoughts of this afternoon had fluttered through her mind all afternoon and into the evening. She knew that Dave had made it clear earlier that nothing could happen, or rather that nothing else could happen between them. She knew all of this, and she pushed it all from her mind as she placed one hand on the door and softly pushed it open, causing it to creak quietly, but noticeably. 

Dave froze in his seat, startled at the noise behind him, as Amber walked into the study. Her gaze was fixated on him; her mouth slightly parted, the two of them being only feet apart. Without a word, Amber slipped the t-shirt over her head, tossing it down to the floor behind her. Neither said a word to the other, both simply remaining motionless. Eventually, in a soft and barely audible voice, Amber said, "That looks like a lot of fun", nodding over to the screen. She motioned with her fingers that Dave should follow her, as she turned and slowly walked from the room. 

Dave stood up and followed behind, past the kitchen, and into the living room. There, Amber approached the armrest of the large sofa and without turning her body, looked over her shoulder, saying "I know what you said earlier is probably true, but I can't put it out of my mind." Amber lifted her leg, resting her knee on the armrest, her arms following forward so that she was now crawling on all fours across the couch, until she had reached the opposite side. She placed her arms firmly on the opposite armrest, lowering her head, and raising her hips into the air, exposing herself in the most intimate and vulnerable way she could imagine to Dave. Though the lights were off throughout the house, the moon was almost full that night, giving off enough of a glow to showcase everyone of Amber's curves and subtle movements. 

Dave stood, his hand having dropped, the stroking resumed. He was rock hard and all he could see before him was a beautiful, young woman who lusted after him. He had not felt this kind of sensation in years, he recalled briefly in college one of his girlfriends being eager, but not filled with the pure rush of passion like Amber was. Dave did not consider the dynamics of his relationship with Amber, or more appropriately, Hayley's relationship with Amber, he simply moved towards her in an instinctual way. 

It required no thought, no real consideration, as Dave walked over to the couch, setting himself up directly behind Amber. With one hand he smoothly caressed the small of her back, then her hip. With the other, he grasped the base of his shaft and guided it between Amber's awaiting lips. Dave slid himself up and down her moist slit, grazing her clit and causing her to moan ever so softly. Dave could feel Amber's wetness as he rubbed himself alongside her. Neither Dave nor Amber could take any more of this teasing, both felt as though their insides were on fire, so Dave positioned himself right at her entrance and slowly pushed, half of him sinking into her. Amber's entire body tensed up, the most wonderful sensation taking over her entire being as Dave entered her. 

Dave pulled back, placed both hands firmly on Amber's hips, and then pushed in once more, this time the entire length of his shaft entering Amber. Almost immediately, the pair was moving in perfect coordination; his thrusts coinciding perfectly with her hips as Amber pushed back to take as much of him as possible. Amber's moans became slightly more prominent, her breath coming in faster now. Hearing Amber vocalize her pleasure, Dave became increasingly more excited, his own thrusting becoming faster, more powerful, in turn causing Amber to moan even louder than before. In no time at all, they had worked their movements to a frenzy of pleasure; every thrust pushing deep and hard into Amber, his balls slapping against her excited clit. 

Dave was completely overcome by the lust in Amber's moaning. Grasping one hip firmly, he raised his free hand and brought it down roughly, slapping her firm ass. Amber's head snapped up to attention, the unexpected sensation of Dave's slap sent jolts through her; all of her previous lovers had been much more gentle, they'd touch Amber but in such a way that they may as well have expected her to break on contact. Moments later, she felt the same blissful sting on the other side. 

Amber moaned loudly, whimpering in a rough whisper "Oh god that feels amazing."

Dave took her approving comments to heart, slapping once again, harder now, sliding both his hands up from her hips along her back until he was grasping onto her shoulders, thrusting hard. Dave's firm reach caused Amber to have to arch her back, making his thrusts all the more powerful. Taking it one step further, Dave's hand moved further up along Amber's neck, kneading softly at the muscles, then grasping as much of her hair as possible. Amber could feel Dave's hands tightening around her hair, and as Dave pulled back, her face was forced upwards. Dave continued thrusting deep inside of Amber, pulling on her hair and one shoulder. Amber's mind was becoming lost in a daze of physical pleasures. Suddenly and without warning, Amber's entire body tensed up as she called out "Oh god, I'm cumming!", her elbows squeezed into her body, waves of pleasure rocking her completely, and Dave, rather than slow down, continued pumping into her as hard as he could, his grip still strong on her hair, his cock becoming even harder at the sight of her small frame exploding in blissful orgasm. 

Amber had not expected Dave to continue his thrusting into her as the orgasm rode through her body, it made the sensation all the more incredible. Eventually Dave slowed down, giving Amber only enough time to catch her breath, somewhat, her body still not recovered from the intense explosion it had experienced. Dave did not wait long, as he pulled out completely and stood up off of the couch. Amber looked over long enough to see Dave move, and then felt his strong hands push her over onto her side and then grab her legs beneath her knees. 

Dave now had Amber on her back, and proceeded to turn and pull her to the edge of the couch seat cushion. Flat on her back but with her legs high in the air, Dave pushed his hands down to the couch cushion, the inside of his elbows connecting with the back of her knees, and then the back of her thighs, pushing her back further, opening her up to him. Once he was satisfied with the positioning, he wasted not a moment in placing the tip of his shaft back into her, and thrusting hard. Amber's eyes widened at the feeling, and Dave continued with nothing less than a hard pounding into her. Amber looked down and was mesmerized by the sight of Dave's rock hard cock slamming into her, the sound of Dave's balls slapping hard with every thrust adding to her excitement. 

"Hold my arms down", Amber pleaded, placing them on either side. Dave smiled at the request, and lifted his hands off of the cushion, placing his grasp roughly on Amber's forearms. As Dave continued to pound his cock into Amber, her moans again began to grow in intensity. This continued on for a few minutes, sweat building on Dave's forehead from the intense pounding her was giving Amber. Dave could feel the intensity of his own orgasm rising, and Amber could tell he was close from his own short, choppy breaths. Soon enough, Dave's own body began to tense up, and as Amber felt him become even hard than before, Dave quickly pulled out and placed Amber's hand directly on his cock. Amber had never had a man do this, but she began to pump him furiously as his orgasm hit, stream after stream of his seamen landing as far as her chin and trailing down her breasts and stomach.

Amber continued pumping Dave as hard and fast as she could, until finally there was nothing left in Dave, and he reached out to stop her from doing any more, saying, "Whoa there, that's about all I can take right now." 

As Dave stepped back, Amber stood, her legs barely able to support her, feeling as if she had finished running a marathon only seconds before. She made to walk to the nearby washroom to clean herself off, but Dave stepped forward, blocking her advance. Looking into her eyes and putting an arm around her waist to draw her near, he kissed her, passionately, intently. Amber draped her arms around Dave's neck, pulling him in as much as he pulled her. This strong embrace between them was a fitting end to the buildup of the afternoon, ending where many would have likely began, with a first kiss between the two tangled lovers. 

As the two eventually broke away from one another, neither said a word. Dave smiled and turned towards the stairs, the sound of the master bedroom door closing behind him after he reached the top. 

Amber, the strength returning to her legs now, retrieved her t-shirt from the study, slipping it on casually as she made her way back to Hayley's room. Once there it was evident that Hayley had not moved an inch from where she had fallen asleep not that long ago. She crawled under the covers of the spare bed she often used, and within moments fell into a deep sleep.

Dreams of Dave were prominent as her slumber became deeper and deeper, a smile constantly appearing on her face throughout the rest of the night. 

Thoughts and dreams of Dave were prominent throughout the rest of the night. 



Better with Age Ch. 03



It was the following Wednesday and I was in the office doing paperwork and various project follow up when my cell rang. The caller ID told me that the call was coming from Jean's office and my cock stirred thinking of the coming Friday appointment. 

"Hello Mr. Dupree, this is Gretchen from Jean Merryweather's office. Can you hold for Ms. Merryweather?"

"Sure Gretchen, I'll hold."

"Mr. Dupree? Hi it's Jean. Listen something has come up and one of my clients is going to be here on Friday so I have to cancel our appointment." She was very professional in her delivery and you would think that our appointment was strictly business when it most certainly was anything but.

"But I want to make it up to you, are you available the following weekend? I have to travel to Pittsburgh next week for business and I see that the Mets are in to play the Pirates that weekend. I could fly you in on Saturday morning and we could go to the game together. Does that sound good to you? I've heard it's a great ballpark to see a game in."

Although I was disappointed that I wouldn't be getting laid this Friday I brightened at the prospect of having Jean to myself for a whole weekend. "I am up for it, I've got no plans. I could use a change of scenery also. Thank You."

"It will be my pleasure Mr. Dupree, I'll have Gretchen contact you with the travel arrangements. Don't worry about the cost, I can charge it off to my client as a consulting fee. If they only knew what kind of consult you provide me with." She laughed.

We rang off and immediately my mind started to dream up various scenarios for the weekend. After our last session in her office I knew that I could push the envelope with her and enter a whole new stratosphere of sexual experience that a month ago I would never imagine could happen to me. Just then my boss stopped by my office and pulled me back into reality and my lewd thoughts were put on hold for the time being. 

The weekend came and went and I kept myself busy with work and a barbeque with some of my buddies. It was funny one of my friends wanted to hook me up with a chick in her 20s. I told him I would get back to him, knowing full well I couldn't go for the young ones anymore now that I've experienced the pleasures of an older woman.

On the Wednesday before the trip Gretchen called to get my email address so she could send me the flight confirmation and hotel booking. I wondered what she thought of me traveling out to meet her boss on a weekend. I suspected she knew something was going on in Jean's office that 2nd time I was there. If she hadn't left yet she most certainly would have heard us. Oh well I didn't care one way or the other. She told me that Jean would meet me at the airport Saturday morning and gave me her cell number if I needed it. 

Thursday night I went out shopping for the weekend. I picked up some nice pants and a shirt for me to wear out after the game. Then I hit a woman's store and picked up a short skirt, a silky blouse that was about a size smaller than I imagined Jean wore and ever so slightly shear that would telegraph her wonderful breasts in the right light. A trip to a lingerie store for a matching pair of fire engine red panties and a push up bra (again a size smaller than I figured she was) and I had the slutty outfit I wanted her wear out to set the right tone for the night of debauchery I had planned for her. 

Saturday morning I flew out for the short flight to Pittsburg. I managed to doze off a bit as visions of sex with Jean danced in my head. We landed and a short while later I was in the terminal picking up my luggage. Just as I got my bag I saw Jean come thru the revolving doors. She was dressed for the game already in her Mets home jersey and a pair of Khaki shorts. Her grey hair was pulled back in a short ponytail. She opened her arms and welcomed me with a kiss and pushed her breasts into my chest. 

"I'm glad you came! It's a beautiful day out, great day for Baseball among other things." Jean said with a wink. 

"I've been looking forward to it! Both the game and the other things." I chuckled.

We hopped into a taxi and headed off to the hotel to drop my luggage and get my game clothes on. She told me not to bother checking in; she already took care of cancelling my room so we would be together in her suite. She said she had to keep things above board so Gretchen wouldn't get the wrong idea. Once in the room she advanced on me, taking me in her arms for a much friendlier kiss than the one at the airport. Her hand roamed down to rub my cock thru my pants. "I'm so hot for you Mike; I've been thinking of fucking you since I woke up this morning."

"I'm hot for you too Jean, but I have big plans for you tonight. Let's hold off until then. I promise you it will be worth it." I pulled back and looked into her lusty eyes for acceptance. I saw it there, albeit a reluctant acceptance.

"You better make it worth it or you'll be on the first plane back to New York!" She chided me playfully. 

We continued some more kissing and a bit of petting before we had to get ready for the ball game. I put on my own Mets away jersey and cap and we were off to the game. We arrived early enough to catch batting practice and explore the park before the first pitch. We grabbed a couple of the local beers that were sold in the concessions and took our seats. They were along the 3rd base line about 10 rows up from the field. Jean told me she got them from her client who had season tickets. 

The sun beat down on us as we thoroughly enjoyed watching the Mets beat up on the home town Pirates. We continued to down cold beers and I was surprised to see her keep up with me. We easily put down 6 each by the time the game ended with the Mets on top 7-2. Afterwards we hit a local pub for some burgers and a few more beers. By the time we made it back to the hotel we were both pretty tipsy and somewhat tired from being in the sun all day. 

When we got into the room Jean began to get frisky again, and I had to use all my self control not to give in and let her have her way with me. We playfully stroked and kissed each other on the bed but eventually the alcohol and sun caught up to us and we were both drifted off to sleep for a much needed nap. 

I awoke with a start an hour later a bit groggy and not sure where I was. I turned and saw Jean resting next to me and my fog cleared and I remembered where I was. I lay back in bed and recalled the day at the ballpark. We had a lot of fun and I think Jean and I were becoming close spiritually in addition to sexually. But the lecher that I am I started to think about the night ahead and I started to get aroused. I mentally shook the images out of my head and ambled off to the shower to wake myself up. I had just put shampoo in my hair when I heard the bathroom door open. A minute later a naked Jean slipped into the shower with me and I felt her breasts against my back. Her hands went to my head and she massaged the shampoo into my hair in a seductive way I didn't think was possible. 

She bent my head into the spray to rinse off and began to slowly hump my ass as she continued to massage my head. When my hair was cleansed of soap I turned and took her in my arms and our mouths joined each other in a tender kiss that quickly changed into a tongue fight, each of us trying to suck the others tongue into the others mouth. I reached for the soap and began to rub it all over her body. We each spent a generous amount of time soaping up each other's asses, and slippery hands spent ample time on my cock and her tits. Tempting as it was to take things further I kept with my charge and we rinsed and toweled off to get ready for the night ahead.

I told Jean I had picked out an outfit for her to wear for the evening and she raised an eyebrow and said "Really Mr. Dupree? I didn't think you woodworkers had that in you." 

We laughed and I went to my bag and extracted the items I had bought and had wrapped. I gave her the undergarments first and she oohed and aahhed before seductively putting them on for me. I never knew a reverse strip tease could be so sexy. I reached into my bag again and brought out my own silk boxer shorts and emulated her actions to a T and got a rousing ovation for my efforts. Next I pulled out the shirt and skirt that were packaged together and presented them to her. Again she expressed her pleasure with my selections and made a show of putting them on. I followed her lead and soon was decked out in my new duds, looking very upscale yet relaxed at the same time. 

Jean was a vision of sex before my eyes. The skirt was a bit tight and came up to her mid thigh, hugging them and showing off her long sexy legs. The blouse was buttoned up to just above the swell of her large breasts and showed a generous crack of cleavage. The red pushup was doing its job well and the color was evident thru the fabric of the blouse. What really sold it was her very erect nipples were on display and her excitement evident. 

We went down to the street and hailed a cab to the restaurant. We put on a show for the cabbie as we French kissed in the back seat like school kids. I pinched and pulled on her nipples and they stood out even more through the sheer fabric. I also made a show of caressing her thighs and running my hand up to the crotch of her red panties. She spread her legs wider and gave the driver a view up her skirt in the rear view mirror. By the time we got to the restaurant Jean looked like a bitch in heat and I like the sly fox ready to mount her.

We strode into the bar area after checking in with the maitre d and many pairs of eyes were on Jean, some leering on the part of the men and some disapproving looks from the women. One woman actually looked Jean up and down and licked her lips. Jean ate all the attention up and I think her already protruding nipples got even harder if that was at all possible. We found 2 open seats at the bar and ordered drinks from the bartender who had a hard time keeping his eyes off of Jean's deep cleavage. She whispered in my ear. "People are looking at me like I'm some kind of slut." After a brief pause she added "It's getting me hot!"

Our drinks came, wine for Jean, scotch for me, and we clinked our glasses and toasted the Mets. I took a long pull and felt the heat from the scotch radiate within. I leaned in to whisper in Jean's ear and put my hand on her thigh. "I want you to go to the ladies room and take off your panties and bring them to me."

Jean looked at me with a combination of surprise and excitement. "And go another button down on the blouse." I added as she jumped off the bar stool and headed off towards the ladies room. 5 minutes later Jean returned to the bar. I thought her tits were going to pop out of her blouse with the next button undone as she bent slightly to hand me her panties. She made a show of opening up her thighs as she mounted the bar stool and the patrons in the booths across from the bar got quite a view of her now naked pussy before she turned back towards the bar and me. 

I took her bright red panties and stuck them in my back pocket with about 2" hanging out for all to see. I leaned in to whisper in her ear "I could fuck you right here and now you look so god damned hot". I put my hand on her knee and slowly rubbed it back and forth. I was inching my way towards her skirt when the Maitre D came to tell us that our table was ready. Jean turned around on the stool and I took her hand as she slid off and her skirt slid up her thighs giving the man a quick beaver shot that left him stammering as he led us to our table. 

We were fortunate to get a booth table all the way in the back of the restaurant. It was one of those places with dark mahogany wood and solid color paints that gave it a feeling of intimacy. There were only 2 tables that had a viewing vantage of our table and the couples at those tables were thoroughly engaged in their own conversations to notice us as we took our seats, me facing the restaurant and Jean facing me. Jean leaned forward and rested her great tits on the table top and took my hands in hers. 

"I'm having a great time Mike, but I can't wait to get out of here and start fucking." 

Just then the waiter appeared. He must have been briefed by the Maitre D about Jean's little show so he was prepared and acted professionally when he asked for our drink order and gave us our menus. Not once did his eyes wander to her bountiful cleavage, which was no small effort for any man I can say from experience. Jean ordered another glass of wine and I got a seltzer water (I had enough booze for one day and wanted to keep up my stamina, I was going to need it). When the waiter had disappeared I slid my hand across the table and began playing with Jean's left nipple thru her blouse. I kept an eye on the couples nearest us but they had no interest in us, not that I would have cared either way. 

"I want to get that waiter to notice you when he comes back, the nerve of him not checking out your beautiful tits."

I slid my hand inside her blouse and squeezed her tit, feeling the hard nub of her nipple in my palm. 

"I want to taste you, stick your finger in your wet pussy and feed me your juice."

I gazed into her lusty eyes. Jean moaned slightly as she slid her hand under the table and followed my instructions. She finger fucked herself for a few seconds before bringing her moist fingers up for me to lick. I had just finished cleaning her juices off when the waiter returned with our drinks. I think he could smell Jean's sex and this time he tried to steal glances at her hard nipples poking through her blouse. I upped the ante by "accidentally" knocking my fork off the table. The waiter bent to pick it up and Jean taking my cue spread her legs wide and gave him a close up view of her hot cunt. When he stood back up we could see that he was starting to get wood and rushed to take our order and go before he got in trouble. 

Jean and I continued our sex play while we waited for our orders to come. She would finger herself and I would suck her dry. She occasionally would bring her foot up to rub my boner thru my pants. I played with her tits whenever the opportunity presented itself (which was often surprisingly enough). By the time the food came we were practically ready to fuck on the table. In fact if we weren't so ravenous for food I think we would have left long ago. So after another tease with the waiter we tucked into our meals and ate like hungry animals as we both knew that desert that night was what we really wanted to get to. 

I paid the bill, under protest from Jean of course, and we headed for the exit. We were all over each other in the cab back to the hotel and I thought the cabbie was going to crash his taxi because his eyes were open wide and in the rearview mirror every time I looked up at him. But we made it back in one piece and I threw some money to the cabbie while we put our clothing back in somewhat presentable shape before rushing into the hotel lobby towards the elevators.

I pushed the call button and we waited impatiently for the elevator to arrive. When it finally arrived we got on and I pushed the door closed button. Just then another couple came and the guy stuck his foot out to stop the doors from closing. The couple got on and smiled at us and thanked us for holding the car for them. I wasn't that happy because I was planning on starting to fuck Jean in the elevator on the way up but what could I do. We were on the 20th floor and the couple pushed for the 19th floor so my plan was pretty much shot. 

The cab was kind of small so I backed into the corner and Jean was just to my left slightly in front of me. The couple was an attractive elderly gentleman and slightly younger woman and they started up some elevator small talk with Jean (must have been the grey hair I thought). While they chatted enthusiastically about the weather etcetera I slid my left hand under Jean's skirt and between her legs. I deliberately slid a finger into her pussy and started to slowly fuck her with it. Her voice faltered slightly while she tried to keep up her end of the conversation with the elderly couple, but she managed to keep them from knowing what I was doing. 

Soon enough the elevator arrived at the 19th floor and the couple wished us a good night and exited the cab. As soon as the doors closed Jean wheeled on me. 

"You fucking bastard!" 

She pushed me against the wall and threw her arms around me and kissed me hard on the mouth. She just started grinding her crotch into my hardness when the indicator dinged and the doors opened onto our floor. Not wanting to waste another minute I grabbed Jean by the hand and we practically ran out of the cab and down the hall to our room. Jean fumbled thru her purse for the key card and finally got it out and put it in the slot. The light turned green and we pushed the door open and entered the room. 

The door closed and Jean was on me like a lioness on her prey. She threw me up against the wall in the entry foyer and began kissing me so hard I thought she would draw blood. Simultaneously my hands were on her tits as hers grabbed my cock thru my pants. I grabbed the insides of her blouse and pulled outward, buttons popping every which way. I pulled the blouse down and off her then grabbed her pushup bra and pulled it down so her huge tits spilled out into my hands. I grabbed her breasts roughly and squeezed while we continued to kiss hungrily. By this point my pants were undone and Jean had my hard cock in one hand while the other pushed my pants and underwear down my legs. I kicked off my shoes and my pants when they got down to my ankles. I broke our kiss long enough to say "bed!" in as demanding a manner as I could muster and pushed Jean in the direction of the king sized bed.

I quickly removed my shirt as Jean dove backwards on the bed. She hiked her skirt up and spread her legs wide. I jumped on the bed and pushed my head down between her legs and my mouth slammed into her pussy with an audible smack. I began feasting on her hot wet pussy, not with any finesse, just plain hunger. My mouth and tongue were everywhere, on her lips, between them, on her clit, over it. She was moaning her pleasure and her much needed release was fast approaching. I took her clit between my teeth and pulled slightly outward. I let it spring back and attacked it with my tongue. Round and round, back and forth. Licking it, lashing it.

I pulled my head back and looked up at Jean, gyrating on the bed. "Your cunt tastes so fucking good!" I exclaimed. My words were quickly muffled because she just grabbed my head and pushed it back into her juicy gash.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuuuuuuuckkkkk, Eat me, Eat me, Ohhh, Ohhhhhhh!!" 

Jean yelled out as her first orgasmic wave of the evening crashed on shore. I obliged and continued my frantic licking and sucking of her spasming cunt while she pushed it into my mouth and pushed harder on my head, almost trying to impale herself on my head. She continued to cry out as her orgasm continued in waves as the pent up lust from the day poured out. I stuck my tongue out and fucked her open pussy as fast as I could. I did this for about half a minute and then took her hard clit back in my mouth again and sucked hard. Jean came again, hard, and almost bucked me off the bed. I never had a lover get this fucking hot before and it drove me wild with lust.

As Jean started to come down I pulled her skirt completely off and I crawled up her body and shoved my rock hard 8 inches deep into her pussy, my balls slapping against her ass. 

"Ooof, oh yeah baby Fuck me with your big dick, give it to me, fuck me hard!" 

I didn't need any further incentive and did just as she asked. I pulled almost all the way out and shoved it right back in. Over and over again I assaulted her hot fuck tunnel with my fuck stick. The bed rocked and the room filled with the sounds of hot fucking. Jean oohed and aahed and I moaned and groaned as I pounded her relentlessly. Her tits were bouncing all over the place as she took my cock over and over again. 




Better with Age Ch. 03



The buildup of lust from the day and evening came up to the boiling point. 

"Fuck I'm going to cum!"

"Yeah baby, give it to me! Cum in my fucking cunt!" 

My balls constricted and I roared as my load shot out of my cock and filled Jean's hot pussy. One shot, two, three shots ejaculated from my dick as I shook from the exertion and joyous feelings of climax. Finally after the 10th shot spilled out into her overfull fuck hole my cock stopped convulsing. I collapsed on top of her, both of us out of breath. 

Once we regained our senses I pulled my deflating prick from her pussy and rolled off her and onto my back. She propped herself up on her elbow and began playing with my nipple.

"Well Mr. Dupree, I've been fucked plenty of times in my life but I have to say that was probably the hardest I've ever been fucked. You were just pounding me."

"You didn't seem to mind it much from the way you were moaning."

"Oh I didn't mind it at all; in fact I loved every bit of it. You can fuck me like that anytime baby."

She bent down and took my now hard nipple in her mouth. I gasped when she bit it playfully. 

"So I guess you won't be sending me back to New York tonight." I chided her.

"I'm not done with you yet you stud!" 

She laughed and pushed her lips against mine. 

Soon enough we were doing the tongue tango. We kissed languidly for about a minute till she broke it off and climbed on top of me. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. She took her big tits in her hands and brought them down to my face. 

"Suck on these big boy."

I turned my head to the tit on my left and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. Jean groaned and pushed her tit harder against my mouth. I bit down on her nub just like she had just done to me and she groaned even louder. I put it between my teeth and pulled out till it popped back and then turned to the tit on my right and ran my tongue all around the areola. I finally zeroed in on her hard nub and sucked it hard, lashing it with my tongue. I started to move back and forth from tit to tit, sucking, biting and licking. 

"Hmmm, you have a great tongue Dupree. You know how to use it well."

Suddenly she pulled her tits back from my watering mouth and moved up to sit on my face. 

"I want that talented tongue in my pussy again." 

She straddled my head with her cunt hovering over my mouth. 

I raised my head up and ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, then back again. I took one of her labia lips between my own lips and sucked it into my mouth, moved to the other one and did the same. My lust temporarily sated I was taking my time pleasuring this older woman. Back and forth I varied between licking her and sucking on her big pussy lips. Finally I reached up and opened up her flower and stuck my tongue inside. I instantly tasted cum from the load I deposited in her mixed with her juices. It was a heady cocktail and I moaned my pleasure from drinking it. Jean hearing my reaction pushed her cunt down onto my face driving my tongue deep into her soppy wet hole. I began licking her insides faster and harder getting all the spunk I could reach.

All of a sudden Jean pulled her pussy off my face, swiveled around and pushed her clit into my mouth while she simultaneously inhaled my re-awakened cock deep into her throat. I took her big hard clit between my teeth and began tonguing it back and forth. She groaned and began sucking harder on my pole. I released her clit from my teeth and placed my lips around it and started sucking on it hard. This only made her suck my cock even harder. It almost felt like I was sucking my own cock as we fell into a rhythmic vacuuming of each other's most sensitive sex organs.

I sensed Jean was getting close to orgasm again as she was humping my face more as she started deep throating my throbbing member over and over again. She picked up speed and was slamming my cock down her throat repeatedly as she ground her clit into my mouth. For my part I did my best to keep her little hard cock in my mouth and sucked and licked with wild abandon. 

Jean's body went rigid and I could feel her climax crash over her. She took her mouth off my cock for a few seconds as she screamed. Right at that moment I also went rigid and a blast of cum shot out of my dick and all over her face. She immediately took it back into her mouth and sucked voraciously on it as cum flowed out. Both our orgasmic cries were muffled as we had each other's sex in our mouths and tried to keep up with the flow of juices. I literally felt like I was cumming in my own mouth as her juice filled my mouth and with it the last remnants of my earlier spend. 

We eventually went slack as the last ripples of climax waved over our bodies. Somewhat relaxed we continued to slowly lick and suck on each other's sex. She lovingly bathed my receding prick with her tongue and ran her lips along its length, cleaning off any cum that didn't make its way down her throat. I also lightly licked and kissed her soft wet pussy as she cooed. Eventually we both were just too sensitive to take any more and we disengaged from each other and lay back on the bed and cuddled together.  

"Well Merryweather, I've had my cock sucked plenty of times in my life but I have to say that was probably the hardest I've ever been sucked. You were just engulfing me." 

I said mimicking her previous comment.

She laughed. "You didn't seem to mind it much from the way you were moaning, and from the delicious load of cum you shot down my throat I'd say you rather enjoyed yourself."

"Oh I didn't mind it at all; in fact I loved every bit of it. You can suck me like that anytime baby."

We both laughed and returned to snuggling. I wasn't yet ready for another round so I suggested we order up something from room service. We perused the menu and decided on a bottle of champagne and a fruit platter. During the 30 minutes or so it took for the tray to arrive we spent the time talking and getting to know each other better. I told her more about my marriage and what was good and what went wrong. She told me she was engaged back when she was in her 30's but her fiancé started having problems with her work hours and "some other things" that she didn't offer up any further explanation.

I was in the bathroom taking a much needed piss when the knock on the door came to signal the arrival of our order. The bathroom door was ajar and I saw Jean pick up my shirt off the floor and put it on. She did up a couple buttons as she headed to answer the door. 

"Bring it right in." I heard her say to the room service person. 

I turned out the bathroom light and saw Jean saunter back into the room, the shirt barely covering her ass and a young man pushing the tray behind her with his tongue hanging out. The room reeked of sex, clothes were scattered all about the room and the sheets were in disarray so there was no way the man didn't know what had gone on here.

"Here let me get you your tip." Jean said to the guy and she turned towards the desk. 

She leaned over and pulled out the bottom drawer. My shirt ran up the back of her ass and both I and the room service guy got a full view of her naked pussy, damp with juice. I saw the guy's eyes bug out of his head in the mirror on the wall. Jean took her sweet time rummaging thru her purse in the drawer and after a solid minute came up with a wad of bills in her hand. She finally stood back up straight and when she turned to the man her nipples were standing proudly against the shirt and her cleavage was on wide display.

"Here you go, thank you very much." 

She placed the money in his hand as he just stood there with his mouth hanging open. 

"Have a good night."

She walked the guy to the door. I could see the bulge in his pants as he passed the open bathroom door. Thoughts of a threesome passed thru my mind but I quickly dismissed them, I wanted Jean all to myself. Poor guy, I'm sure he was going to go jack off somewhere and tell his co-workers about this hot grey haired broad up in suite 2010. 

I flushed and re-joined Jean. She popped the cork on the champagne and poured 2 glasses. 

"You are one naughty lady, Merryweather. I thought that kid was going to cum in his pants."

"I should be spanked I'm so bad." 

She took a long sip of sparkling wine and winked at me.

I sat down in the arm chair, put my glass on the side table and said with mock force 

"Yes you do need a spanking, you've been misbehaving all day. Get your ass over here and take your punishment!"

Jean put her glass down next to mine and positioned herself at the edge of the chair and leaned over me, her breasts pressing against my one leg, my cock in her stomach area and her ass up in the air at perfect spanking height. 

"I've been so bad Mike; you need to show me what happens when I get like that. Do it, give me the spanking I so deserve."

I pulled my shirt that she was still wearing up her back and exposed her gorgeous ass to me. I rubbed my hand around her smooth round ass cheeks before bringing it back and swatting it back down with a smack. I did the same to her other cheek and could see a slight imprint of my hand on each.

"You can do better than that, I mean I was really bad." 

She turned her head back to look up at me. This was new territory for me as I have never spanked anybody in my life. But it seems she really wanted it to hurt so I pushed thru my reluctance and decided to get into it.

I pulled my hand back further and really let loose, smacking her ass cheek hard. "Ohhh!" she exclaimed and I repeated the action again, striking the same spot. I gave her one cheek another 3 hard slaps before moving to the other and copying the process. I rubbed her ass with my palm feeling the heat radiate back. I was getting hard from this new erotic exercise and my cock pushed into Jean's stomach.

I really started to get into the dominant role. I began raining down hard blows on her now red hot ass.

"You were such a naughty slut today. Showing your cunt to all those men. I bet you wanted them all to fuck you, make you suck their hard cocks. What a fucking slut you are Jean!" 

I continued slapping her ass, one cheek then the other.

"I am such a fucking slut. I did want all those cocks. That's all I've thought of all day is cock!" 

She was getting into her role. 

I ran my hand down to her snatch, she was flowing juice again, the spanking obviously turning her on. I roughly pushed 2 fingers into her pussy and started fucking her with them. 

"I think a nasty slut like you needs a good ass fucking. You want my cock in your ass don't you Jean?"

I fucked her harder with my fingers.

"Oh yeah baby, I want you in my ass. That is so dirty; I deserve to have my asshole pounded by your big strong cock. Make me your ass slut!"

I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and helped her to her feet. We embraced and passionately kissed, almost as urgent as when we first entered the room. My hands ran down and grabbed her ass cheeks, which were red hot from the spanking. After a few moments we disengaged. I undid the 2 buttons on my shirt she was wearing and she shrugged it off. I remember seeing some baby oil in the bathroom when I was taking a leak. I told her to get up on the chair with her ass in the air while I went to get the lubrication. 

I came back and she was on her knees on the chair, her chest pressed against its back, her ass pushed back in the air. It was really red. 

"I guess I really gave you a good spanking, your ass looks like it's on fire."

"It is, I was torn between pain and pleasure you spanked me so soundly. I think you know what side won out."

I reached out and caressed her globes with both hands. I noticed the champagne still on the side table and got an idea on how to cool her off a little, while making her hotter inside. I picked up the glass and brought it to the crack of her ass and poured a little of the wine into it. I quickly followed the liquid with my tongue and began licking it off her. She purred her agreement with my idea. She reached back and pulled her cheeks wide apart and thrust her ass a bit higher. I got the message loud and clear and poured the rest of the glass onto her asshole where it puddled slightly. I slurped up the small pool of wine from her hole and then stuck my tongue in deeper into her crinkled rose bud. She groaned her pleasure and I went to work slowly fucking her ass with my tongue. After a few seconds of this I pulled out and licked all around her little hole, cleaning up all the liquid. 

I rimmed her ass for a couple of minutes and my tongue began to tire. I had a raging hard on by that point as all these new erotic experiences had me hornier than I ever remember being. I stood up and told her to turn around; I wanted to see her face when I fucked her. She repositioned herself on the chair, edging her ass towards the front edge and putting her legs astride the arms of the chair. She was wide open for me. I knelt down and took the bottle of lotion and squirted a liberal amount on her rosebud. I pushed a finger in and she groaned. I slowly fucked her ass with my finger for a few seconds and then added a second finger opening her hole up wider. 

"Oh yeah, that feels good." Jean said in a horse whisper. "Put it in baby, I want it."

I stood up and squirted a generous amount of lotion on my stiff member and moved into position for my first ever ass fuck. I put the head at her entrance and pushed till her hole opened and my cock began to slide in. This was much different than going into her pussy, which yielded easily. Here I was met with some resistance. As much as I wanted to just shove my cock right up her ass I instinctively knew that nice and slow was the way to go. She would open up to me as she got more comfortable taking my cock. 

I pulled my cock back slightly and then eased forward again. This time a few inches slid in easier before I felt the same resistance. I pulled back again till just my cockhead was inside her asshole. I again pushed forward slowly and felt the resistance give way. All of a sudden I was able to slowly slide my full 8 inches into Jean's tight ass. We both groaned in unison and I held my cock still deep in her ass letting us both get used to the tightness. 

"Do it baby, It's OK, fuck my ass, I'm ready for you!" 

I slowly pulled my cock half way out and then pushed it back in all the way. I pulled back again till about 2 inches of my steely rod were inside her and slowly pushed back in again. The next time I withdrew I pulled all the way back till just my head was left in her hole. I then pushed all the way in with a bit more speed. 

"Yesssss!" Jean hissed.

I rolled my hips in a circular motion opening up her bung a bit more before pulling all the way back to my head once again and plunging in with some force. I began to pick up the pace and started fucking her ass with more intensity. The feeling of her tight hole around my dick was incredible, and when she clamped down on it when it was all the way in it felt like my cock was in a velvet vise. I knew I was going to get hooked on anal sex very easily.

I got into a nice rhythm driving my cock balls deep with each stroke. Jean had her legs spread incredibly wide and her right hand was between her legs rubbing away at her large engorged clit. She had her eyes closed up tight and mouth open and spewing out "ohhs!" & "ahhs!" as I steadily fucked her tight ass. Having already cum twice, it was a good 10 minutes before I felt the impending climax come on. I lifted her legs up and put them on my shoulder and leaned forward. She was squished in half on the chair but didn't seem to mind as she had a second hand now fingering her cunt and the other beating her clit. In this position I began thrusting fast and furious as my orgasm surged thru my body.

"I'm cumming, ohhhh, ahhhh, FUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!" 

I exclaimed as my load just sort of poured out of my cock and deep into her ass. There were no jet pulses this time, just a steady flow of semen leaving my dick. My legs shook and my ass clenched as my cock was buried deep inside her tight ass. She continued her own assault on her pussy and about 15 seconds after my last dribble of cum, she also came in similar fashion, yelling "YES, YES, YES ahhhhhhh!!"

It took me a minute to regain control of my senses and my legs. I let Jean's legs down to the floor and stumbled back till I hit the bed and sat down heavily. She straightened up in the chair, her legs still splayed out so I could see her well fucked asshole as it closed back up to normal. She had a dazed look on her face that probably matched my own.

After a couple minutes of rest she got up and joined me on the bed. We kissed tenderly as we fell back on the bed; both of us exhausted from the evenings exploits.

"Well Mr. Dupree I guess I have no choice but to send you back on the next flight to New York."

As I opened my mouth to protest, she brought her finger to my lips to hush me up.

"That's because the next flight isn't till tomorrow and I'll be on it with you silly! I'm glad you made me wait till tonight, it was well worth the wait." she said with a big smile. 

"I'm glad you cancelled our regular office meeting and put this trip together. I enjoyed your company as well as the evening." I said.

We crawled up towards the head of the bed and pulled the scattered sheets over us and snuggled in together. As we drifted off to sleep I again had the thought that women, and in particular Jean, do get better with age.