3 comments/ 105899 views/ 3 favorites Different Worlds By: atkins David recently sent me this true story and we communicated for a while to get all the details right, then I wrote it up for him and got his approval on what I wrote. It's a strange and fascinating story but should appeal to all mature woman lovers. The commentary begins here: The line of hedges between our yard and the Stankowski yard might as well have been a real wall. It separated two different worlds – the one I lived in and the Stankowski world. We could have lived on different planets. This was about 25 years ago and I was 18 & just finishing high school. I attended a private school and lived in a big two-story house with a well-manicured lawn, two wonderful parents, a big friendly Labrador retriever and lots of money. I was happy, healthy, financially comfortable and really, really hot for Donna Stankowski. Donna's world was quite different from mine. They lived in a brick ranch house that was about 50 years older than ours – and looked it. The lawn was a mass of weeds, no one really cared about the landscaping or maintenance on the house and there was junk strewed around the yard. A rusted car sat up on blocks behind some boxwood hedges for as long as I could remember. My folks didn't talk much about the Stankowskis but it was clear that they were not their first choice for neighbors. Although my family never socialized with them, we were friendly enough. There were friendly waves on the street although I never actually heard any words exchanged. There was no Mr. Stankowski. Nobody seemed to know what happened to him. Mrs. S (as we usually called her) ran the household on some kind of meager pension and her good-for-nothing son Steve seemed to stay around at home a lot but would find jobs for a month or two before he was laid off or fired. Donna, on the other hand, was something else. I was attracted to her as much for her forbidden distance from my world as I was by her looks which, frankly, were merely okay. She was a little beefy but had a pretty smile and a nice manner, just like her mother. I also liked her because she was in her 30s and her maturity as well as her voluptuous femininity really turned me on. I admit to jacking off many times to the thought of sliding my hard cock between her tits. I wished I could see more of her (in more ways than one) but, unlike her good-for-nothing brother, she seemed to have a regular job. I think she was a waitress but I didn't know for sure. In any event, I didn't see her much but managed to find excuses to bump into her sometimes when I knew she was around the yard. It was clear she didn't take me seriously and I don't think she was bright enough to figure out I had the hots for her. Nevertheless, hope (and young cocks) spring eternal so I would go over there from time to time and talk about this and that. Mostly she just talked about the weather and even as horny as I was, sometimes I just couldn't go on with that kind of mindless blather forever. I fantasized that she would take me into her room or behind the falling-down garage but it was fairly clear she wasn't interested and, besides, her mom was always there. Mrs. S. was always there. I never saw a woman do so much laundry. Maybe she was doing laundry for other people, I don't know. Frequently, I would see her hanging out the laundry to dry in the backyard and I could also hear a dryer running. Anyway, she was outside a lot. This woman was no visual feast. She was kind of short – maybe 5-2 – and sort of lumpy. That's the only way I can describe it. She had short, stubby legs that peaked out from the bottom of the plain shift she always wore. I used to think she was pretty shapeless but once I saw her reach way up to hang a shirt from the clothes line and the shift lifted high enough for me to see a huge and surprisingly shapely ass. But it wasn't the sweet ass that turned me on. It was something else quite unexpected and I wasn't able to get it out of my mind. The panties she was wearing were plain white but they were loose and sort of dainty and I could see her ass clearly jiggling inside them. I was smitten. She was one of those ageless women. She could have been 45. She could have been 70. I didn't know for sure but guessed she was closer to 60. Mrs. S wasn't exactly forthcoming with this kind of information or anything else for that matter. She was friendly and smiling but seldom said anything. One time she fell down over a hunk of junk in her yard when I happened to be outside. There was some blood on her knee from the fall and I ran over there to help her up. She smiled appreciation for my helping her but never said anything at all. She simply went into the house to dress the cut. Very strange. There came a day in May when I was so horny I didn't know what to do. I was off from school (teacher's conference – hooray!) but didn't have a car because both my folks were working. I went into an unattached garage behind our house and went upstairs where there was a little room with a window. I was just sitting there breathing in the spring aroma when I saw Mrs. S in the yard. She was sitting outside in a chair and putting socks together in pairs. What was interesting is she had her legs separated and her shift hiked up well up her thigh as she lifted down to the clothes basket between her legs to search for matched pairs. These legs, I decided, were not bad legs at all. And she shaved them, which surprised me a little. But, best of all, I could see the wonderful, floppy white panties between her legs. It was at this point I decided Mrs. Stankowski needed some help matching socks. I wandered over there and said, "Hi, Mrs. S. Need some help?" She smiled and never made any move to close her legs or adjust her shift. She just kept about her business looking for socks in the overflowing clothes basket. I decided to squat down on the ground right in front of the clothes basket so I was facing her and staring right up the powerful legs and into the crotch of those wonderful white panties. My heart was pounding. I idly started digging through the basket. I'll admit I was a little annoyed that she didn't seem to care if I helped her or if I was staring rather unashamedly at her panty-covered snatch. I wondered how far this little charade could go. I was going to find out and let the chips fall where they may. Eventually, I found one pair of matching socks and when I did, I carefully threw the balled-up pair toward Mrs. S but missed the box where she was putting the socks. Instead, I dropped it on the ground right between her legs. I slid the basket a little out of the way so she could continue to work and pretended to feel around for the errant sock ball. As I moved closer to her, I could smell her scent. It was a pleasant floral smell and was rather fetching, actually. It only inspired me all the more to make my move. I grabbed the socks with my left hand and with my right hand, I grabbed the inside of Mrs. S's leg, as though I were losing my balance and needed support. This was my "plausible deniability" move. If she said anything, I could plead ignorance. But she didn't. Mrs. S kept about the business of matching socks as though I were just an errant breeze that blew up her shift. But my hand was no breeze. I had all five fingers wrapped around the inside of her left thigh and the softness and closeness to my prize made me even bolder. It was very quiet which only added to the eeriness of it all. All I could hear were some raucous blue jays. I took my hand, just inside the pulled-up shift and moved it to the top of her other thigh, then ran it all the way up to her waist. "You have wonderful legs, Mrs. S. You really should display them more." I was breathing heavily and she finally stopped digging for socks. I boldly took my other hand and ran it on the top of her right thigh and started rubbing the outside of her legs, all the way up to her panties which I just flicked at with my fingers. I was so taken with the depraved intimacy of the moment that I don't really remember her reaction. All I knew is that I wanted to do something with this woman. Something sexual. My excitement built as I realized she was unlikely to stop me. Finally, I tossed out all pretense and started rubbing her panty-covered crotch with one hand and feeling the top of her ass with the other. I could just about slip my hand into the back of her panties to do both. "Does this feel good, Mrs. S?" I asked her. "I hope I'm making you feel good." Bending down, I kissed the inside of her thigh and licked her leg all the way to the panty. (Now I want to say right here that Atkins kept asking me if I could tell she was aroused at this point but the fact is I couldn't and she wasn't. At least I don't think so.) I was wearing a pair of jeans and I stripped them off in front of her, tossed away my underwear and I could immediately feel the cool spring air tickling my hardened cock. "There," Mrs. S, "I said. "Now look what you've made me do." Here I remember her looking down at my cock, then up at my face but there was no other reaction. Meanwhile, her shift was hiked up past her panties which were halfway off her ass due to my earlier manipulations. In retrospect, I'm amazed I was so gentle. I was determined to do something – I didn't know what – but I didn't want to hurt her. I firmly pulled off her panties and caught a whiff of her feminine scent as I did so. She did nothing to help or hinder me and, as always, said nothing. Her cunt was hairy and matted and I ran my fingers through the mat like a comb and worked a little finger inside. She was dry but I didn't care. I pushed her back against her chair and mounted her parted legs. When my cock felt the mounds of pubic hair, I exploded on her with my cum soaking her cunt as I groaned my exertion. Still nothing from Mrs. S. Breathing hard from my passion and horny as ever, I took one of her hands and ran it over my still stiff member and pushed it into her mat of cum-soaked hair. Then I mounted her again with the back of her hand beneath my scrotum. I kissed her full on the lips and, to my surprise, she opened her mouth. Encouraged, I lifted her shift still higher and felt gloriously fat tits and palmed her nipples while kissing her. Then I rubbed her back, her shoulders, her fat belly and when my hand reached her cunt, she took it and rubbed herself with it. Finally, blessedly, I heard her breathing pick up. I put two fingers in her, then three and she bucked against them and breathed faster and faster until I think she came – but I wasn't sure. I guess women always cum with a huge orgasmic scream of release in these stories but I'm here to tell you that doesn't always happen. All I know for sure is something happened and she finally settled back into her chair. "You know what, Mrs. S?" I hissed into her ear. "You've got to turn over for me. I want to run my cock over your ass." This was risky, I know, but I had fantasies of her ass ever since I saw her panties while hanging laundry. Mrs. S said nothing but laid down on a picnic bench next to her chair and her big, curvaceous ass spired into the spring air like a mound of azaleas in bloom. I was in heaven. Still naked, I ran my cock along her ass, kissed it, licked it and reached under her to feel the great tits at the same time. She spread her legs so she was straddling the bench and her yawning pussy was lifted from the bench thanks to her chunky belly. It was at this point I wished I had more hands. I touched her in every conceivable way, probed her cunt, her ass, her tits, her ears, her mouth. She was an accommodating if unenthusiastic partner. It wasn't easy but I got behind her and found the matted twat waiting for me. Maybe it was my juices from earlier or maybe it was her own finally, but I had no problem pushing my cock into her. I pummeled her with my full length for many minutes while grabbing her ass to keep us both on the bench. Mrs. S got into the spirit of the thing and grunted while pushing against me and when she sighed and stopped rocking to my cock pounding, I came for the second time and I swear, I pushed so much cum into her elderly pussy that I practically blacked out. When I was finished, she finally turned over and quietly put her shift back on and started for the house. I was disappointed. I was hoping for – what? – thanks, goodbye, you bastard, anything. But Mrs. S didn't let me down. Just before she opened the screen door, she turned and smiled. And that's all I needed to know. Just for the record, I spent that entire summer doing some pretty remarkable things with Mrs. S. By some miracle, her kids never caught us. She really loved to 69 and by the end of that summer, just before I headed off to college, I fucked her in the ass and she finally became vocal, resulting in my most spectacular orgasm ever – even until this day. This is Atkins again. Thanks, David, for that great story. If anyone else has a true story of a sexual adventure with old woman, contact me and I'll work with you to tell your story so we can let the whole world know! Different Worlds By the time I turned 21 I wasn't much for house parties. Maybe it was because my college was incredibly clique-ly, but because I was on the outer realms of popularity (at least in relation to those at most parties I got invited to) I was never one of the lucky guys who had a cheerleader or volleyball player "accidentally" fall into his lap, stay their the entire night, and eventually sleep with him (in all senses of the world). So when I finally got my degree, and was moved into the house I would live in during the summer, I found myself sitting at a bar, with a pitcher of beer to myself. There weren't many people my age there and I certainly didn't see anyone from my graduating class initially, just wannabe cougars and truckers that stumbled into the dive-y place. As I tipped the beer mug to my lips a shocking force hit my elbow and I got beer on my shirt on the bar. The force came from two bodies hitting the bar at the same time, I shoddily dressed man blocked my view with his back and I couldn't identify the other person, but he gruffly began to inadvertently help me. "C'mon baby, let me get you a drink, call it a GRADUATION present," he snarled. "Fuck off, I told you, I don't let creeps buy me drinks," a female voice shot back from the other side of him. I could tell that things were getting pretty heated so I grabbed his shoulder and stepped between them, turning to look him in the eye. "I don't have enough time in the world to get in between every guy and innocent girl at a bar, but when they start spilling beer on me they got a fuckin' problem," He opened his mouth to protest but I cut him off, "so you can either pay me for my beer, get the fuck out of our faces, or we can just step outside." I wasn't a fighter, but I was a firm believer in at least trying to be intimidating around drunks, and this one backed down rather easily. I smiled to myself, after having my own personal Jack Reacher moment, and was brought back to reality by a semi familiar voice. "That was kind of bad ass." I turned around to see Stephanie Luna, one of the star volleyball players at my college. I did a once over as quick as possible; low cut top showcasing her collarbones and incredible cleavage, hugging her taut stomach, and a pair of skinny jeans worn tightly against her long, athletic legs. My eyes found their way back to her face, as she caught them, licking her lips and piercing me with her sea green gaze. "I have my moments." I smiled in response. Too many questions were running through my head to answer but the one that stood out the most found me wondering why she wasn't at some big house party. It was graduation night, after all. "Your pitcher looks a nearly empty, I'm sorry that I was led that guy to spill your beer. Wanna share another round?" Without waiting for my answer she tossed a few dollars the bartenders way, got another mug, and poured us both a beer. "Your speech was really great," I blushed as she referenced my commencement speech. "I really enjoyed the Boy Meets World reference. That used to be my favorite show." She flashed me a genuine smile, and continued talking my ear off for a few minutes as we drank together. Eventually I started penetrating the conversation, and our knees grazed every so often. My questions still ran circles in my head, but I was content enough to stay in the moment and over-think things later. It was time to spice things up. As we finished our pitcher I ordered another one. "Let's play pool" I said, and walked towards the table without waiting for her answer. I grabbed a cue, and as I racked the balls I looked up to see the beautiful Ms. Luna walking towards me, hips sashaying, lips shining, and eyes lighting up. "I'll break." she took the cue from my hand, winked, and walked to the opposite side of the table, bending over, as her supple flesh revealed itself a bit more. I licked my lips as I stared for a beat to long. "Eyes on the prize sugar," she whispered as she struck the cue ball vigorously, and it scattered the other balls. Much to my chagrin, two colors sank in. "You've done this a few times, huh?" "I've hustled a lot of drinks from a lot of creepy guys," she said, sipping her beer before sinking another colored ball. "I certainly hope I'm not one of them." she smiled and shook her head as she checked out the table. "So why aren't you at one of the ragers tonight?" I got up the courage to ask. "Too many guys trying to get into my pants," she muttered. "You?" she dropped another ball. "Same." she giggled, a cute, infectious laugh. "Why didn't I see you at any of my games this year," she shot back in a semi-serious tone. I felt the liquid courage rise to my heart and I told the truth; "I'd be too busy staring at your ass to adequately pay attention to the game," I said calculatedly. Taking another swig, I leaned against the wall, sliding my hands into my pockets. "Is that so?" she cooed, walking around the table to position another shot, and bending over in front of me, her heart-shaped ass shaking slowly, riding down to reveal the top of a green thong. That perfection was only a few feet in front of me, and my mind flashed to her perfect cheeks encased in the tight black spandex she normally wore around campus. My cock began to harden in my jeans and I licked my lips wondering how it would feel to bury my face in between her buttocks. "Actually," she said, turning to face me, catching me again, red handed in checking her out, "could you help me with this shot? I'm having trouble concentrating because of the beer." Wordlessly, I approached, echoing her form with mine, my breath hot in her ear, my crotch nestled firmly against her ass. I felt a wiggle from her as she very obviously pressed back into my growing member. I saw the corner of her precious lips crop up in a smile as my hands shadowed hers. "Just take the shot, I'll keep you steady," I breathed into her ear and she shivered against my frame. As she pulled back, I moved in kind, but as she moved her hands forward to take the shot I kissed behind her ear, and the cue stick scratched the corner of the ball. She turned around and playfully slapped me on the chest. "Ass." she said, her lips inches away from mine. "You've got a nice one." I said before holding her tight on the hips and sitting her on the edge of the table, kissing her hotly on the lips. Her hands fell to mine and pulled them away. "Let's get out of here," she said in between a handful of more kisses. "My house is a couple of blocks away, we can walk," I interlocked fingers with her, and we left the building. The two block walk felt like an eternity as whatever last bastion of over-thinking existed in my head had me imagining how funny and out of place we would look walking together if we were on campus; a volleyball player and a nerd, but by the time I had her pressed up against my door, my lips on hers and nipping at her neck, I had all but forgotten the social hierarchy. My hands fumbled with unlocking the door and as I got it open I pushed her in against a wall, lifting her up so she could wrap those long, luscious legs around me, our crotches wrestling against each other. My hands squeezed the globes of her ass and I carried her into my bedroom, where I tossed her onto the bed and peeled off my shirt. She looked up at me and licked her lips, spreading her legs as I fell into her, my clothed dick aching to get inside of whatever perfection her jeans hid. Her nails scratched over my bare back as my tongue wrestled with hers and we moaned into each other's mouths. One of my hands began explored up her shirt, but she grabbed my wrist, smiled, and shook her head, before tightly wrapping her legs around me and flipping me onto my back. She ground against my crotch as both her hands clasped my cheeks tight, pulling my face up so our lips hotly met again. Breaking the kiss, she pulled up to peel off her shirt, tan abs glistened with a hint of sweat and a green bra that matched the thong I saw before struggled to contain her pert breasts. My cock pulsed harder underneath her as I stared up at perfect, while her hand found the clasp and undid it, her bra falling to the side, and two incredible, tan tits capped with very hard looking pink nipples were released. I bridged up to kiss them but she shoved me back, and lay on her side behind me, her nipples grazing my chest. "Nope." she said, between kisses. "Keep your hands to the side and let me work, babe." her right hand began trailing fingers down my chest, and stomach, resting on my happy trail. Very gently, she scratched my skin there, and my breath caught in my throat. Her luscious lips trailed paths up my neck and behind my ear, as her talented tongue licked my lobe, before her soft voice deeply penetrated my mind. "I had a study group with your ex last year," her hand fell lower, palm and fingers tracing the line where the top of my jeans touched my skin. "one night, we all started talking about our sex lives...," a finger tip or two slide under the material and very gently rubbed the top of my crotch. "I knew I didn't have the most or best experiences because I knew the other girl in our group...she was kinda slutty," she whispered warmly, while her fingertips retreated and her hand as a whole ran over my thickness through the denim of my jeans, "but when your ex started talking about you...," she undid the button and pressed a finger into the exposed skin underneath, "and your long, tan, thick, cock," her thumb and forefinger gripped the zipper and pulled it down, my breathing reached a fever pitch and my heart nearly burst out of my chest, "I just knew I had to try it," her hand slipped into my jeans, and I felt her lips smile against my ear as her fingers wrapped around my throbbing length, sliding it out of its confines, "That night after practice I stretched out in my spanks on one of the locker room benches," I closed my eyes, bit my lips, and squeezed the covers as she ran her hand all the way and down my shaft, before gently playing with my head, "I sunk my two fingers into my tight little cunt and imagined you stretching me," her hand wandered to my heavy balls and cupped them. "Oooh, you're shaved." she moved her head above me, looked me in the eye, and kissed me on the lips before separating by a centimeter; "So am I," I couldn't hold back any longer, as she stroked my and fondled my balls my right hand began to undo her jeans button and unzip the zipper before my fingers began to press against her thong. "Fuck," she moaned into my ear as I slide a finger between the material and her skin, teasing her clit. She squeezed my cock tighter which started a cycle of me pressing my finger onto her love button harder, and before I knew it we were nearly getting each other off. My other hand stopped her stroking as I stopped pressing into her clit, and she gave me a confused look. "I want you to ride my face." I said before kissing her tightly and letting her stand for a second to pull off her jeans and me to slide out of mine. "I've never had this done to me before," she breathed wordlessly as she crawled up my frame. "No one's ever let you ride their face?" I inquired. "No one's ever given me oral," she admitted as she propped herself up with her knees on both sides of my head, looking down at me and working her nipples. I smiled as my hands found her ass and I held her in place, licking and kissing up and down her thighs, her body quivering in my hands, wanting nothing more than to drop down on my lips. I kissed right above her pussy, than ran a tongue between the folds, and laid my head back down, releasing her ass, and in a flash she drove her pussy down onto my lips, one hand grabbing the bed frame and the other grabbing tufts of my hair. She bucked wildly and began to moan as she rode my lips and tongue, and I inhaled the sweet, sweaty scent of her perfecting, one of my hands squeezing her ass, the other pressing against her clit as I worked her over with my tongue and lips. She cussed and moaned and groaned as orgasms washed through her body and into my mouth, and she eventually slowed to a stop, raising up on her knees again. "Fuck. You're perfect," she breathed, running a hand through her hair. She quickly spun around, and now her pussy and heavenly ass hovered over my mouth as she began kissing paths foward down my stomach, and ran her tongue up the shaft my cock, before capturing the head in my warm mouth. Her hands worked my cock and balls and I gently bucked up to meet her actions, my hands finding her globes and pulling her tight cunt back down on my face. I felt her moans vibrate over my pulsing member as my tongue slide deeper into her pussy, and I slowly pressed her asshole with my thumb. "Fuuuuuck," she moaned, taking her mouth off my cock and burying her face in my thigh, her hand still wildly stroking me as she pressed her as back against my thumb. I slowly slide it into her tight hole and started to suck on her clit as more orgasms began to wave over her. "I'm close Steph," I groaned before attacking her clit again. With the energy she had left, she captured my cockhead again with her mouth, pursing her lips and sucking wetly, her tongue flicking over the hole at the top. She squeezed and cradled my balls as I thumbed her ass and sucked on her clit, and I felt my balls tighten and cum rise in my shaft. I fucked her face furiously as she sucked on my throbbing head, and stopped only when I felt an orgasm build and blast out of the head, and she expertly caught it in her mouth, continue to stroke my shaft as every last drop found it's way out. I finally stopped eating her out just so I could lay back and relax for a few seconds, as she moved her crotch off of me and laid on her stomach beside me. My cock went half limp and lay to the side on my thigh, as she kissed my leg and stroke it with one finger, juices seeping out of her cunt. I lazily rubbed her ass as my cock recovered, and as it showed signs of life again she smiled, and kissed the head. "Like I said," she bridged up and crawled over to my crotch, "I need this bad boy inside of me," she hovered her dripping cunt over my cock head as she squeezed it and jerked it slowly, the back of my hand stroking her thigh. Slowly she lowered herself and rubbed the head up and down my folds moaning as my cockhead got coated with her delicious juices. "Fuuuuuuck," she groaned as she sank inch by inch onto my raging erection. For a few seconds she just sat there, as I stretched her pussy and throbbed inside of her. We both were in ecstasy. FInally, I bridged up and kissed her on the lips, then the neck, then the collar bone, and finally settled on hungrily eating her breasts and nipples as my hands fell to the small of her back; and we were off the races. Her pussy clenched my member tightly as I helped her bounce up and down and thrust up to meet her bucking hips. She dug her nails into my back and moaned into my ear as I licked and lapped at her skin, my cock being expertly choked my her perfect cunt. At an even pace, I slide one of my hands down to cup her ass, with my lips and tongue trailing a path back up the middle of her chest, her neck, her chin, and then finally our lips and tongues found each other again as I started to play with her asshole again. She cussed into my mouth and moaned in between kisses. I felt another orgasm building, and she clearly felt the same as we both picked up speed and got to the point where we could only hold each other tightly and focus on slamming into each other, her hands held my head and lips against her neck as she moaned loudly into my ear, her walls clenching and choking me as her final orgasm of the night pulsed through her athletic body. Her cunt milked my cock and I exploded deep withing her, shots of warm, wet, ropy cum flying through her depths, and as we slowed, droplets waved back out over my cock and onto my balls. We sat, still intertwined for a second before she pushed me onto my back, dipped a finger into her worn out pussy, and got out what cum was out, before deepthroating her own finger and hungrily sucking it off. Her lips then found my cock and balls again and she quickly ate up all of our mixed juices, moaning while doing so. Finally she kissed back up my stomach and laid her head on my chest, her abs pressing down on my softening penis. With one last kiss of my chest she closed her eyes. "Set two tomorrow, kid," we laughed and I wrapped an arm around her nude form before kissing the top of her head. "I suppose I'll take your ass then." All she could do was smile as we fell asleep together.