5 comments/ 63980 views/ 9 favorites Dean has an Older Lover Ch. 01 By: FLrider Dean was a single man, early thirties, and was a bit of a nerd in many ways. He'd not had too many girlfriends in his life, and had only seen a couple of them naked and had sex with only one. He'd fallen madly in love with her, been dumped, and been a bit withdrawn around women ever since then. His work schedule on the EMS squad was perfect for him in that respect, as he often worked the late night shifts and avoided the dating scene. Bars had never been a favorite place of his anyway. To further his skills Dean had taken some nursing courses at a local community college and become a nurse as well. This allowed him some other avenues for income and employment. One such opportunity that came along was private duty nursing for a couple. They really weren't too much older than Dean, maybe in their late fifties, and the family was nice. The husband had been severely injured in an automobile accident by a drunk driver and his injuries were the debilitating kind that eventually would kill him. The accident had been many years ago by the time Dean came along and the man had been reduced to being bedridden at all times. The wife was an energetic type, looking younger than her years and especially the tiring times she'd spent caring for her husband. All their children were grown, out of the house and living in different cities, so the wife was dependent on a few private duty nurses to assist her. Dean liked working there, and usually worked the night shift so the woman, Joan, could sleep. As Dean cared for the man he learned more about him, his wife and the family. They had been a very social family with many friends, but for some reason he never saw or heard of any of them coming around anymore. He'd noticed that more than the fatigue, Joan was affected by loneliness more than anything. More and more often she would sit up very late with him, chatting about the day when she should have been in bed asleep. Sometimes her husband would be awake and would join but never was awake too long. When the spring rolled around there was talk of going up to Minnesota where the family had inherited a lakeside cabin. It was a very remote area with scarce neighbors and minimal access by a dirt road. The nearest town was 45 minutes away and as much as the husband wanted to go, Joan was too apprehensive about taking him there by herself. It simply wasn't safe for her to do so, for if anything was to happen to him she would be unable to transport him into town for care. Then one night in their chatting Joan asked Dean if he would be interested in accompanying them to the cabin for a visit of six weeks or so. She wouldn't be able to pay his fee for the whole time they were there, but could pay the standard fee for his night shifts, plus he'd have time to swim, fish, hike, or whatever he wanted. It wasn't a dream vacation, but getting away for a while seemed like a decent idea, so Dean agreed. The time to depart came and it was decided that Dean should drive his own car and follow the handicap van the Joan was driving to transport her husband. The trip was long and they had to spend one night on the road, but when they arrived the scenery made the drive worth the effort. The tranquility was perfect, the isolation and peace was serenely calming, the air cool and clean, and the water inviting. It all seemed to pick up the spirits of Joan's husband too. It didn't take long for the relaxed air of the surroundings to overtake them all. Joan had always worn modest clothing, long pants and loose shirts, her hair usually up in a tight bun and proper shoes. But around the cabin she'd taken to wearing very short cutoff jean shorts or athletic shorts. Her shirts went towards t-shirts and tank tops, and her very ample bosoms swung freely from the lack of a bra. It was the first time Dean had ever seen her not wearing a bra and her large tits were even more pronounced than he had imagined. Many times, most times in fact, her nipples had shown through her bra and shirt, but now they were not only evident but her clothing so sheer that he could often make out the rough edges of her large areolas as well. When they had visitors, for the day or even a few days, she would dress more conservatively, but as soon as they were gone she would unleash those puppies again. One day Joan had taken Dean's car to go into town for groceries and a few other items, leaving Dean and her husband there alone for several hours. Dean was OK with that, as he'd often been along with him, but this day the man began to speak to Dean about his wife. In his broken and stilted manner of speaking he told Dean of their love life of their youth, of how they used to swim nude in the lake there in front of the cabin, of making love under the moonlight out on the dock, and sometimes going for days without clothing. He told Dean that he missed those days but not nearly as much as his wife missed them. He had been unable to perform in any capacity for well over a decade now and she was a woman of needs. He told Dean of how she had been a passionate and energetic lover, of her sexual drive and needs, and of how they had gone unattended to for too many years now. Dean was too naive to see where this was going and when the question came it smacked Dean in the face like a bolt of lightning. Dean didn't know how to answer. Sure, he'd held visions of Joan in his mind many times as he pleasured himself, but this was a shock for sure. How was he supposed to go about seducing her? How could he perform knowing her husband was in the same house, and that he knew? Would Joan even be acceptable to such a notion? After all, she'd never even come close to suggesting such a thing. So Dean answered as best he could, "Sir, I would be honored if your wife wanted me for a lover, and I would try to fulfill your request as best I can. I am not very experienced, though." Assurances were exchanged, and the older man then related that Joan's openness with her dress in front of Dean was her way of flirting, of playing with him to see if she still had what it takes to attract the attentions of a younger man. In fact, before they had planned to come up her they had discussed her possible affair with Dean. Joan's husband couldn't do much for her, himself, and he wanted Dean to give her what he couldn't. When Joan arrived back at the cabin she acted as coolly and calmly as if she knew nothing of the conversation that had happened between her husband and Dean. She was as chipper and easy going as ever with no hint of any change of relationship. This all served to drive Dean nuts inside. Seeing her now, those shorts almost showing butt cheek, the loose shirt with the large breasts inside swaying with each step and movement she made all served to stoke his desires and imagination. Was it reality or was he imagining that she smelled sweeter than before? Where her nipples always this hard? Did her butt cheeks peak out like that every time she moved in that manner? Was she wearing eye makeup now? All these questions worked to distract him, and make him even hornier. They ate supper that night out on the large deck, lit only by candlelight and the light of the moon sifting down through the high tree branches. Joan had a glass or two more than normal and it didn't escape Dean that she'd let her hair down before they sat to dine. He'd never seen her hair down like this, and the long, flowing blonde hair fell in abundant waves down across her shoulders. Joan had kept herself very fit through the years, including her skin, and in the candlelight Dean was amazed at how young and shapely she looked. After clearing the table Joan's husband looked tired and asked to be taken to bed. They had eaten later than usual and it was already well past his bedtime. Dean could see the fatigue in his eyes as he helped place the helpless man into bed and ready him for sleep. Thoughts of Joan had faded as Dean tended to the older man. Dean was finishing the last of the dinner dishes as Joan was giving the nightly medications to her husband and saying good night to him. "I'm going to have some of that brandy out on the dock and watch the moon." Joan said it so casually and easily that the subtle suggestion slid right past Dean. Even when Joan brushed a breast against his arm as she reached for an old fashioned glass he didn't pick up on it. He merely mumbled excused himself and moved aside slightly. And he never turned his glance to notice that Joan had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, affording a very nice view of her breast and nipple from his angle. No, because Dean was so used to being invisible to women that it had become automatic to him. After finishing in the kitchen he looked around and only then remembered hearing Joan say something about going out to the dock. Looking out the large patio doors leading to the deck and dock he could faintly make out her silhouette lounging on the dock in the soft light of the moon. He instinctively turned and walked to the bedroom where the older man was sleeping, to make sure the older man was alright. Satisfied that his patient was okay, Dean returned to the den to look back out to the dock. They had no TV up there, only a collection of DVD's which had all been played at least once apiece, and Dean really wasn't in the mood for reading. He wanted company and conversation, and stepped out onto the deck to go to the dock, the notion of sex with Joan flashing back into his mind. Yeah, he'd go out there and they would have sex right there on the dock. Right. Things like that never happened to him. He chuckled at himself, scoffing at a fantasy like that, knowing the nearest thing to sex he'd have is a date with his palm. When Dean got down to the dock he had to stop for a moment. The sight before him was as if scripted out of one of his fantasies. The moon was nearly full and high above in the sky. The surface of the lake was like a mirror and the air quiet with just a whisper of crickets. Joan was lying on her back facing away from him, her eyes closed with her long blonde tresses spread out behind her head like a golden plume. Even in the light of the moon Dean could plainly make out the wide circles of her areola under the wispy thin shirt, and the perpetually hardened nipples were protrusions above the flattened mass of her ample bosoms. As he stepped onto the deck Joan spoke softly. "I was hoping you would join me down here. It's so nice, don't you think?" "Yes, ma'am, just like out of a romantic movie set. It couldn't be more perfect." Dean wished he could have taken back that last remark. He didn't want to sound so juvenile or like he was coming on to her. He hoped she didn't read into it what he really meant, that having his way with her right there on the dock was a fantasy of his. "I think I'll take a quick swim. You want to join me?" And with that Joan sat up and pulled her up over her head and off, tossing it aside. Her back was to Dean but by leaning just a little he was able to glimpse those magnificent titties of hers from above. Not the best angle for viewing, but quite adequate to bring an instant hard-on in his shorts. Dean was speechless. All he could do was stand there and watch, unable to fathom that this was really happening, and unable to move or make a sound. Joan stood up, bent, and swiftly slid her shorts down and off, stepping out of them. Either she wasn't wearing underwear or had shucked it with the shorts, but in any event Dean was lost in own mind looking at the nude form standing before him. Joan still had her back to him, and her ass was perfect. Dean had only seen one other girl's ass naked before, in person, and tons on the internet, but having one in the flesh right there in front of him merely inches away was almost more than he could stand or believe. Joan simply looked over her shoulder at him, smiled, then turned and dived into the waiting waters of the lake. "Why don't you join me, Dean? The water feels fantastic." She tread water there for a moment then in an act of mercy Joan turned and started to swim away from the dock so that Dean could undress in private. Dean was nervous, for he'd never been in a position like this, but as soon as Joan had turned he dropped his shorts and allowed his cock to spring forward, lifted his shirt off over his head and jumped into the water. The water did indeed feel fine, feeling warm in the cooling night air, and being nude in the water was a new and exciting experience for Dean in itself. He swam around a short bit, never going too far from the dock and always watchful of where Joan was and where she was headed. After a few minutes of individual swimming they both were headed back towards the dock. The water at the ladder was still over their heads and they both stopped at the ladder to tread water and allow the other first access to the ladder. There was no way Dean was going first, not naked in front of Joan. Besides, he wanted to see her again. As they treed there for a moment Joan moved towards Dean slowly. She came to him and put her arm around his shoulders to buoy herself, causing Dean to grab the ladder to keep himself afloat. Joan leaned close to Dean's ear and softly said, "Let's see if I can help you up." And with that she grasped his rigid cock in her free hand, squeezed softly and began to move along its length easily. The sensation of her breasts against his ribs and the feeling of her hand on his cock was more than Dean could manage and try as he could he couldn't prevent his orgasm. As his warm cum entered the water Joan could feel it on her hands, could feel the pulsing of his cock in the spasms as it spewed the sweet cum. She nuzzled up to his neck, kissing at his ear, and assured him, "mmmm, my sweet boy. Don't you worry a bit. Now let's go inside." Dean was glad it was dark for he was sure his face was red as a beet. It was the first time in his life he'd cum in the presence of anyone else, the first time a female had ever handled his cock, and he'd blown his load almost instantly. He really didn't know how he was going to face Joan again, or her husband for that matter. Great. Promise the man he'd take care of the wife's desires and loses his wad as soon as she touches him. And he hadn't even seen her very well at that! Joan climbed the ladder and walked straight away to her clothes without ever looking back at Dean. Instead of putting her clothes on she simply grabbed them up, stood there looking up at the moon while Dean was climbing out of the water, then turned to him, held out her hand and said, "C'mon dear boy." Dean held his clothes in front of his semi-hard cock in modesty and embarrassment, took her hand and walked back up towards the cabin. When they got into the cabin Joan led Dean to his bedroom, never bothering to turn on any lights in there as they entered. The light from the hallway was enough to illuminate the room and as she turned to face Dean he saw for the first time the full glory of her feminine beauty. Her breasts were large but not out of proportion, and more pert than he had imagined. Her skin was silky smooth and blemish free, the dark areolas being in sharp contrast. The little bumps and wrinkles around the nipples were inviting to his eyes, drawing his gaze in spite of his efforts to look away. When his eyes drifted downward his marveled at the flatness and firmness of her tummy, a slight roll above her hip line that flattened again to her lower tummy. There was a tuft of blonde pubic hair above her pussy, trimmed to what he knew to be called a landing strip, and below that was darkness that he could only imagine. It seemed that he was gawking at her for a long spell but in reality it was but fleeting moments, and he was totally unaware of his cock having come to full attention, or his own nudeness for that matter. Joan sat on the bed and looking up into his eyes she took him by the hips and pulled him towards her. When his cock was merely inches from her face she took it in her hand and without breaking the eye contact she opened her mouth and took the tip of his cock between her lips. The warmth and softness of her mouth was even more exciting to Dean than the hand in the water. Seeing Joan looking up at him as she slid his cock into her mouth was totally erotic, and his head rocked back as his eyes closed, his mind completely focused on the sensations radiating from his cock. He was powerless to resist, powerless to think of anything else, totally within her control. All his mind was able to comprehend was the lust, the energy building down deep behind his balls, the electrical pulses feeding down the length of his cock to this inner power that was building and the desire for the explosion of ecstasy that was surely to overcome his whole body. His body was rocking back and forth to meet the engulfing warmth of Joan's mouth, the head of his cock driving deep into the back of her throat. He was unaware of his hands grasping her head, involuntarily syncing his motions with hers. All he knew was that he was going to explode if he didn't cum soon, the senses almost too intense for him to stand. When Dean could feel the cum starting to boil, could feel the power beginning to surge towards his super sensitive cock, he moaned a guttural warning that he was to cum, and tried to back away from the source of the pleasure that was driving his climax. Joan sensed his building orgasm, had felt his tightening balls in her hands and was taking the tip of his cock into her throat with each thrust. It was a sensation she loved but had been without for too many years, and she wanted the taste of semen in her throat again. Against his motions to pull away Joan grabbed Dean around the ass and pulled him even deeper into her warm, sucking mouth. This last, deep taking down her throat was too much for Dean, and with a low, growing groan he released his load of warm cum to her throat in the most pleasurable orgasm he had ever known. She loved the taste of his cum and it was no problem for her to swallow each spurt as it was emitted from the slit in the tip of his cock. When he'd spent his energies and was slowly easing from her mouth she squeezed the last of the cum from the shaft of his cock, white globules coming out the tip, and as she looked up into his eyes she licked them from the tip of his cock and swallowed them as well. Dean was almost in a stupor from the new, intense pleasures he'd just experienced. He was speechless and didn't know what to do but to stand there and follow Joan's lead. Sensing his inexperience, and wanting some stimulation of her own, Joan rose slowly to stand face to face with Dean, her pert nipples just barely touching his chest. Looking down and seeing this, and feeling those orbs against his skin was already causing a stir in his cock, but for the moment that is all it could manage. Joan took his hand and guided it down to her waiting pussy. As he rubbed across the landing strip of public hair Dean really didn't know what to expect. She took his fingers further down, gliding across a slightly hardened protrusion that brought a slight gasp to escape from her lips, and her eyes to close as her head tilted slightly back. As Joan pushed his fingers on downward he felt the soft folds of her pussy, and with her pressure his fingers pushed through the parting of those folds. The dampness surprised him and as his fingers moved slightly on down he felt the dampness turn to a warm, silky coating that was running down her legs. She pushed his finger into the source of the juices, into her waiting canal. As he slid his finger up into her she tightened around his finger, again a low moan coming forth. Dean worked his finger in and out, moving in rhythm to her opposite movements. His whole hand was covered in her juices as he worked the hole, and Joan was working on the clit at the same time. Within moments she tightened hard on his finger, whole body stiffened, her breath held, then in an instant she released and began to regain some composure. Dean has an Older Lover Ch. 01 Joan breathed deeply and straightened her stance. She looked Dean in the eyes, and said." Dean, I hope you've enjoyed tonight, I know I have." "Yes, Ma'am, I have." "Well good. We'll see what tomorrow brings." And with that Joan smiled, stepped around Dean and was out of the room. While Joan was in the bathroom Dean quietly went out onto the porch to pee. He didn't want to wash anything, not yet, for he wanted to savor the aroma of the sex. Indeed, when he laid down in his bed that night with his head full of the memories and images of the evening, he kept his finger, that certain finger, right under his nose so he could smell the muskiness of her pussy. The only question on his mind was, what will happen tomorrow and how in the world would it be able to top tonight? To be continued... Dean has an Older Lover Ch. 02 Dean was usually up early, sometimes before the sun rose, but this morning he had slept in much later than usual. The sun beaming through his window had awoken him and as he sleepily rubbed his eyes he caught a whiff of the sweet scent still lingering on his finger. Ah, the memories of the evening past came flooding back to mind. Still, it was late and he had to get up and about. A quick shower, dressed and to the kitchen he found Joan busy at the sink so he offered the usual morning greeting, grabbed an orange juice and went to check on her husband. When he walked into the den he found the older man sitting upright and alert, and a smile immediately beamed across his face. "How are you this morning? Did you sleep well? Is there anything I can do for you or get for you?" The older man was unable to provide smooth speech but the gleam in his eye and the smile on his face spoke much of his thoughts and feelings. "You, had a good time?" So, he knew of the encounter with Joan the night before. Dean felt the heat rising over his face and all he could do was turn slightly so that he could avoid eye contact, and nod his head affirmatively. He made himself busy straightening the meds on the table, checking the IV line and whatever else he could fuss with, then announced he would go see what chores he could attend to. Dean was relieved to leave the room, afraid the old man would want to hear details, some confirmation that his wife had been a duly satisfied recipient of attentions, and Dean was afraid to reveal that he'd been the one receiving most of the satisfaction. As much as he wanted to be around Joan, so see her, talk to her, perhaps touch her, he was too nervous to be in her company. While she was in the kitchen he took to the outside chores, anything to be busy and not confined with her. Still, the passion was brewing within and he knew it would be only a matter of time before he'd have to deal with close proximity with her. Besides, she had said something about "what tomorrow brings" and he didn't know if that meant approval and acceptance from her husband, more of what he'd had last night, or what? All this running through his hormone crazed mind had him half crazy all morning. Then came lunch. Joan had fed her husband and gotten him settled for his afternoon nap before Dean came in for lunch. He was washing up when Joan came back into the kitchen and asked him to set the table out on the screened porch for lunch. It was nice and cool out there and they would be able to see the lake, hear the birds singing, and enjoy the outdoors while eating. Before he finished setting the table, which really only meant brushing off any dust that might have settled on the seats and table top Dean hurried out into the edge of the lawn and picked a few wildflowers that were blooming and put some water in an old vase that was sitting out on the porch. As he was setting the vase on the table Joan came out carrying a tray with sandwiches, chips, and two cold beers. But Dean didn't notice what was on the tray but rather what was behind the tray. Joan had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, with the last open button being right at the bottom of her boobs. Even at her age Joan had remarkably pert boobs, even for their size. As she walked out onto the porch her boobs were noticeably swaying to her stride, the opening in her blouse just wide enough to see that there was no bra underneath. As Dean's eyes were drawn and glued to her breasts, Joan's nipples responded by instantly gaining hardness, producing two quite noticeable protrusions in the thin fabric of her blouse. The lunch went slowly, leisurely, and the conversation peaceful. As nervous and jittery as Dean had been all morning, the easy nature of Joan had him at ease within minutes. Easy enough that his gaze even drifted away from her chest a few times, and before they had finished eating Dean swore that another button had come unclasped. Joan had turned her chair slightly sideways to his, affording her a more direct view of the lake, and Dean a more direct view of her right breast. To make it even more tortuous on him, when Joan would reach for something she'd do so in a manner that would cause her blouse to pull away from her breast, giving a partial glimpse of her areola to her willingly captive audience. "Those flowers are nice, Dean. Where did you find them?" The question caught Dean off guard, for he knew that Joan knew that cabin and property far better than he, and her asking that question seemed odd. "Oh, ah, out there just left of where the boardwalk to the dock starts, by the edge of the woods." "Let's go see if there are more. I like fresh flowers, don't you?" As Joan slid her chair back to rise she leaned forward slightly, and Dean's cock came to heightened alert from the full on view of her right nipple. It was the first time he'd seen her boob in daylight, only by moonlight or candle light before, and it was even sexier than he'd thought. He pointed the way to where he'd found those flowers, and near the woods Joan bent low to look at some that were growing nearer the ground. By now, somehow, another button on her blouse had come unclasped and Dean by now, even in his naivety, knew it was purposeful. A single bottom button was all that was preventing her blouse to wave freely open in the slight breeze. Bending low allowed the blouse to fall well away from her body and by moving to one side Dean was able to look upon her breasts almost unimpeded. Joan was enjoying the experience at least as much as Dean, and had taken notice of the hardening cock in his shorts. It was a warm day, bright and sunny but not overly hot, yet, but when Joan stood upright she said to Dean, "You know, I've always been envious of men being able to unbutton or take off their shirts on a hot day. But you won't mind if I loosen it a little, will you?" Joan was looking straight into Dean's eyes as she spoke the words, her fingers simultaneously unbuttoning the last button keeping the front of her blouse closed. Dean couldn't even manage words, only a nod as Joan released the fabric from her fingertips, allowing the thin material to seemingly float in the easy breeze. As the material waved it afforded Dean fleeting views of her naked breasts, fully erect nipples surrounded by the slightly puckered dark skin of the areola, ringed by a circle of tiny little bumps like rivets holding the nipple to the breast. Dean was unable to tear his eyes from her chest, his mouth slightly open in a trance like pose. "Come on, you poor man. Let's go back in before you have a problem on your hands." Joan was up the steps and inside the cabin before Dean had reached the steps. As he opened the screen door to the porch and rounded the corner to where the table was he saw Joan's white blouse draped across the back of the chair she'd been sitting in. A flush welled up and over Dean, his pulse quickened and the image of a topless Joan flooded his mind. Grabbing his lunch plate and glass he headed to the kitchen, only to find Joan standing there as he'd imagined, totally topless. The sight of her nude from the waist up, her pert breasts with the nipples at attention and pointing directly at him stopped him cold in his tracks. "You OK?" "Yes, ma'am. I've just never seen anything like that in my life, not in person that is." "Do you like them?" "Oh, yeah. Yes, Ma'am. I like them a lot. A whole lot. I love them." "Well then, why don't you come over here and hold them, kiss them, let them know how you feel about them. Come on." Dean moved closer without ever taking his eyes off of her boobs. The erect nipples seemed to draw him, lure him closer, leaving him defenseless against their charm. As Dean stepped closer he drew his hands up, cupping a breast in each hand, sliding up under the fullness of her bosoms and running his fingers along the outer edges, curving towards the hard nipples. Instinctively he drew his face near to one of her breasts, opened his lips slightly and moved his lips over her nipple. The taste of her bare nipple in his mouth was sweet and slightly salty, a taste he couldn't recognize but very pleasurable. His lips eased along the outer edges of her areola, feeling the puckered skin that was drawn taunt by the erect nipple, then pursing his lips around that orb while his tongue moved across the roughened tip. As Dean was suckling on one tit his hand was absently massaging the other, and he had no knowledge of how Joan's head had tilted back, a slight moan drifting from her as she stood there allowing the him to pleasure her breast. Even before he has touched her breast the excitement had invaded her pussy, causing a warmth to grow and a dampness to slicken vagina. At that precise moment Joan heard a car door shut right outside the back door of the cabin, beside the kitchen. She instantly snapped to awareness, half shoving Dean away, grabbing her shirt, told him to greet whoever it was that had driven up, and she sprinted off towards the bedrooms with shirt in hand. Dean was caught in full erection, his mind clouded by the sensation of her tit in his mouth and it took him a few moments to comprehend what was happening and to compose himself enough to get to the back door before the guest got there. "Hi, what can I do for you?" Dean had no idea who the woman was, but she looked vaguely familiar, somewhat like Joan as a matter of fact, though appearing to be a bit younger than Joan. "Oh, hey. You must be Dean. I'm Gloria, Joan's sister. I live only about 4 hours from here and thought I'd pop in for a few days to help out, especially seeing as how her birthday is in a couple of days." Wow. He never knew Joan had a sister, but now he know why she looked familiar. And Joan's birthday, too. He never knew about that, either. This obviously was a surprise for Joan, else she'd never have been topless in the kitchen and letting him suck on her boobs. "Wow, well come on in. Here, let me take those bags for you. Did Joan know you were coming?" "Lord, no. I thought I'd just surprise her. She'd written me that you were coming along to help with Johnny and all, but still I figured she could use some company and help. Where is she?" "She was back in the bedrooms while I was cleaning the lunch dishes. Go give her a hug." Dean smiled at Gloria and nodded in the direction of the bedrooms. He followed her down the hallway, noticing that in those tight jeans old Gloria had a very nice ass. She was shorter than Joan but a hair, was blonde, smaller chested but had a very nice ass. Damn, these were two fine looking sisters, he thought to himself. He cut off at the empty bedroom with her suitcase while Gloria had gone into surprise Joan. The squeals of delight made him smile. It was obvious the two sisters were good friends and enjoyed each other's company. He knew Joan would enjoy having Gloria around, but he also was disappointed that his sexual interludes with Joan would be delayed at best, if not altogether abated by the interruption. Gloria turned out to be a hoot and really livened up the place. Laughter abounded all around. During the conversations Dean learned that she was a divorcee of many years now, was over 5 years younger than Joan, and lived alone. She apparently had a few male friends but nobody that she claimed to be actually dating, but she seemed to be a very happy person and immersed in her interests and pastimes. Of course, the downside was that there was virtually no time where he and Joan were alone though Joan had daringly flashed a tit at him a few times when they were out of sight of the others. The third night there they had feasted on a grand meal out on the screened porch, even having Joan's husband, Johnny, out there with them for the meal. An hour or two after dinner he was visibly exhausted so Dean and Joan made him ready for bed. After helping transfer him into the bed from his motorized chair and helping with the medications Dean excused himself to the kitchen where he could wash up the various supplies that were used for feeding Johnny. As he was finished at the sink and was turning to switch out the light, the light extinguished and Joan's arms wrapped around Dean's neck just as her lips touch to his. She kissed him with passion, tasting his lips and offering her tongue to him. Dean, startled at first but quick to recover held his arms around her and returned the passion with his own lips and tongue. In what seemed like an instant Joan parted from him, gave him a quick smile and turned out of the room. Gloria had gone out onto the lawn area near the dock. There was a fire ring out there that Dean had stocked with kindling and firewood, and by the time Joan and Dean had made their way out there Gloria had a budding fire started. Joan spread out two large picnic quilts on the soft grass for them to lie on. The two sisters took one quilt, the one closer to the fire, while Dean sprawled on the other, lying on his side so that he could look at the sisters as they chatted. The flames threw warm, dancing light across them as they talked and laughed, sometimes looking up at some star constellation or the lights of an airplane as it crossed the night sky. Dean was super horny now, his senses put at full alert by the clandestine kiss in the kitchen mere minutes before. The wine had loosened up the women at dinner, but the mood really started changing after Dean went to the cabin and retrieved a bottle of tequila, some salt and a couple of lemons. Both of the lovelies squealed when he announced his return by twisting off the cap to the tequila bottle then casting it out into the woods, proclaiming they "wouldn't be needing that anymore." He really wasn't much of a drinker but did like tequila shots now and then, and had heard the women mention a time long ago when they apparently had a wild time involving the same. With each passing of the salt, lemon and tequila around the group Dean noticed two things: one, the sisters were taking longer swigs from the bottle than he was, and second that the conversation was growing naughtier by the minute. After Gloria had handed the bottle off to Joan for about the third or fourth time she bluntly asked Joan, "Hey, big sister, you taken this young lad to bed yet?" Dean felt an instant blush come over his face but Joan never faltered in her response. "Not yet, but I did give him a blowjob. You should try him. He tastes good." It was as if Dean weren't even there. He wanted to be invisible, at least for the moment, and when the bottle was offered he waved it off, choosing instead to sit on the sidelines and listen to what was happening. His waving of the bottle never slowed down the two women as their talk became more suggestive. "In fact, Glory, I'd suggest you take him down to the water, get naked, and hop in the water." At that point both sets of feminine eyes turned to look directly at Dean. He felt embarrassed, turned on, inadequate, and under pressure. What if he couldn't perform? What a dream. Before he could offer any comment Gloria stood and began taking her blouse off. Dean watched and Joan coaxed as Gloria tossed the blouse aside then reached back to unclasp the white lace bra she was wearing. As the cups of the bra fell forward she caught them and tossed it aside also. Standing there in the firelight and moonlight her breasts were smaller than Joan's but perfectly shaped with dark areolas and long, hard nipples. She unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to the ground, leaving only her white panties. Even in the faint light Dean could make out the distinct shape of a camel toe. At that point Joan turned to look at Dean and said, "OK, stud, it's your turn to get naked." Dean stood, aware that his already partially erect cock was evident in the cargo shorts he was wearing. As he lifted his t-shirt over his head the women cheered him on, and as he unsnapped the shorts they almost howled. He pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them, leaving only his white briefs with the bulge of his semi-erect cock pushing hard and angled to one side. Taking a cue from Gloria, Dean then stood there and looked at the women. "Here, let me help you with those." And with that Joan was up on her knees and had leaned towards Dean, grabbed his shorts and snatched them down below his knees. His cock had barely sprung fully outward when Joan had risen up and had her mouth around the head of his cock. She grabbed his shaft with one hand and slid it down the shaft as she slid his cock into her mouth. After three plunges of his now fully hard cock into her mouth Joan pulled back, looked over at Gloria, and said, "OK, sis, all primed and ready for you. Off to the lake you go." Dean couldn't believe the dream that he was living at that moment. Sure, these weren't 20-something vixens with hard bodies, but these two sisters weren't exactly old aged either. Besides, Joan was knockdown beautiful with tits to rival any, and Gloria had cute, pert tits and a killer ass. Being the obvious virgin in this affair, literally and figuratively, he rightly judged to play it by ear, to follow their lead, and these two horny ladies were leading him right down a path of one of his fantasies. As Gloria smiled and turned to walk towards the water she slipped her panties down and the sight of her perfect ass in the moonlight was truly a sight to behold. Perfect in shape and proportion, it was the ass of a dream. By now Dean's cock was more than ready, his balls already tightened up in full readiness mode, and a bit of pre cum was evident at the slit in the tip of his cock. Gloria was nearly to the water when she stopped and looked over her shoulder to Dean, softly coaxing to what she had for him there. Gloria moved away from him, slightly into the water up to knee level. Just as Dean approached her she turned, reached out and found his cock, taking it into her hand and pulling him towards her. With her other arm she reached around his neck, pulled his head towards her and began to kiss him deeply and passionately. Her tongue assaults weren't like the soft teasing probes of Joan's but rather were hungry, aggressive for the taste and erotic suggestion of her invading his mouth. It was different, but highly arousing for Dean, his mind focusing on the taste and sensation of this woman's tongue so far into his mouth, sweeping his breath away. His hands had found their way around her back, pulling her close to him so that her hard nipples on those firm tits were pressing into his chest. Her whole body seemed to be moving against his, and as his hands cupped that perfect ass and began to squeeze and massage those cheeks a moan vibrated up from within her. Her hand was moving along the shaft of his hard cock in an increasing pace, rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy with each stroke and Dean was powerless to resist the forces as the climax built and overcame him. He had no control over the long, slow moan that came from within and his hips bucked against Gloria's hand and the lower belly as his sperm shot from his cock and onto her lower belly and her thigh. As the energy waned Gloria softened her lips, pulled from his and smiled at Dean. She glanced down at her thigh, took her fingers and raked the bulk of his cum off her bare skin. Looking back up at Dean she smiled and took her fingers into her mouth, sucking his cum from her fingers, savoring the flavor for long moments before swallowing. "Umm, you taste good. It's time for me to feed you, now." Gloria took Dean by the hand and led him to the quilt by the fire pit. The flames had subsided and Joan was gone. Dean loaded a couple more sticks on the fire as Gloria was lying down in the quilt. Lying there on her back her boobs were like wide, thick pancakes in the moonlight. She had drawn her knees up and held them slightly apart, just wide enough for Dean to see that she was clean shaven but not wide enough in the pale light to see her folds of her pussy. "Dean, have you ever tasted pussy?" Dean has an Older Lover Ch. 02 "No, ma'am, I've not but I sure would love to." He wanted more than anything to throw her legs apart, ram his regaining cock into her hot pussy and fuck her. After all, he'd never tasted pussy or had his cock in one either. The only time he'd ever touched on was with Joan, and even then he didn't know what he was really doing and never did get a good look at it. At the moment it didn't matter. The musky scent from Gloria's vagina was wafting around his head and he wanted to taste her. As Dean knelt before Gloria she parted her legs further and began to rub herself. "This little thing, this is the clitoris. Pay special attention to this. Be gentle with it, but pay it attention." Parting the folds of her pussy she went on, "And down here is the special hole, the source for all the honey. Give that some attention, too. Be sure to put your tongue in there and lick the juices all the way up to here." Dean was watching intently, his mouth starting to water and his cock harden. As he leaned closer the scent became stronger and he could see moisture inside the open folds that Gloria was opening to him. As he leaned closer and touched his tongue just below her clit and brushed upwards across the firm pinnacle he heard a soft moan escape. The taste was like his fingers had tasted and smelled with Joan, but this was even better. It was warm and directly from the source, plentiful and thick. As Dean ran his tongue around her clit in little circles and then sucking gently on the protrusion he could feel Gloria moving against his movements, her hips moving and lifting. Her hands had moved to his head, running through his hair. As he moved his tongue down to her vagina and the thickened, sweet nectar that was now freely flowing from her pussy and down towards her ass, Dean savored the flavor of her juices. He had to swallow often, but it was good, and her motions were confirming that he was hitting the right spots. As he moved back up to her clit and began to suck on it while flicking his tongue across it Gloria began to raise up, her breath got ragged, she held his head hard against her pussy and with a great heave she collapsed back down, breathing out in a long gasp. Her orgasm had come quickly and intensely, a flood of juices wetting Dean from his lips down his chin and running down his neck. "Roll over on your back." Gloria instructed Dean to roll over then she climbed over him, facing his cock and hovering her pussy above his face. In the darkness of the shadows he couldn't see her cunt but as she lowered herself down toward his face he had no trouble in finding the sweet folds. His cock was erect and when her warm lips glided down across the head of his cock it almost took his breath away. She was just as good at sucking his cock as Joan had been, and the combination of the sweet smell of her pussy, the taste of her juices as he licked her cunt and sucked on her clit, along with her mouth fucking his cock was an experience that Dean couldn't resist long. He held as long as he could, trying to concentrate on the pussy above his face instead of the intense pleasures inflicted upon his cock and balls, but the energies within his loins were too much to contain. In a flurry of movement, strained muscles, and two guttural moans there was a simultaneous climax of orgasms. Dean drove his cock deep into her mouth, shooting all the cum he had into Gloria's throat, while Gloria's pussy had bucked against his face, pressing her clit hard to his mouth as her cum cascaded down out of her pussy and across his face. They both lay there for a spell, allowing the energies to subside and come to a relaxed peace. Gloria climbed off of Dean and spooned up against his side. Their bodies were warm but the fire had died and the night air was growing crisper. Gloria tried to wrap the quilt up around them, and Dean reached to grab the other quilt and pull it across atop them. Nothing was spoken as they snuggled together under the moon and stars. As Dean closed his eyes he was reliving the night's experience move by move, until his thoughts faded into sleep. To be continued