4 comments/ 72784 views/ 1 favorites No Greater Gift Ch. 01 By: LaPatitMort All you "normal thinking" conservative women leave this story alone. First of all it is about what an exceptional woman did for me and second of all it is true. She is gone now. Writing about her helps me keep our thirty years together alive in my memory. Roselyn was a talented, intelligent beautiful woman through her twenties, thirties and forties. She remained beautiful through her fifties and into her sixties in my eyes. Then she died. At fifty Parkinson's and degenerative bone disease attacked her sexy, tasty enticing body. She was racked by more pain, endured more operations and struggled for clarity through more drugs than any person should ever have to. Still, most days she smiled, thought of others and tried to live. God teased her and me with flashes of improvement and hope. Three operations got her out of a wheelchair and gave her back control of her body functions. But then within a year, her voice was almost gone, she stumbled a lot, her body twisted and she lived with many constant cramps in her lovely back. Our wonderful sex life vanished forever. Her model body found some solace in food. I did not mind the extra forty pounds but she did. At least her taste buds worked. When she was fifty-six, Roselyn began urging me to find sex outside our marriage. I flirted wildly, probably cheating in most women's eyes, by kissing and touching strippers. But, I never dated outside the bar, never went to a prostitute and never had sex with another woman. Roselyn had a horrible jealous streak in her younger days. I knew it would hurt her, if I ever did what she was giving me permission to do. Besides, I had been around in my early days and never found any sex that was half as good as it was with Roselyn. My memories were good. She was inventive, willing, naughty and wild. Even in our early years together, every time she passed out I was thankful that she had not killed me first. We finally reached a point that we needed help during the day. I was a healthy, active athletic sixty-year old. After years of being her daily care giver, I was starting to get stir crazy. Roselyn needed a female companion to talk to, to take her shopping, to watch TV with, to keep her on her medications and to be her friend when I wasn't home. Officially, I had retired to take care of her. For my own sanity I would sometime escape to remodel a house or work with one of our sons. I often felt guilty when she would get lonely, have one of our boys take her to medical appointments, forget her medications or just need daily help. The day she finally agreed to have a paid companion, she further surprised me by wanting to do all the interviewing and make the hiring decision. After a couple of weeks, I was pretty sure that Roselyn wasn't serious. She had resisted the companion idea for years. Each night, She talked my ear off about how bad each candidate was. How some could not understand her and how others could not look at her twitches and ticks. At least she was staying busy. Having fun as best she could. One evening, Roselyn announced that I would be meeting a woman named Rita the next morning. It would be a month long trial. All I was told was that Rita was a forty-two year old divorcee with grown children and money problems. What I saw was entirely different. Rita arrived promptly at ten. Roselyn always slept late. Because of all the drugs, even ten was pushing it. She liked a slow start; usually, she could be ready to go shopping by one p.m. I definitely have a weakness for tall redheads, with good posture, bright green eyes and a confident air. Roselyn must have had all this in mind when she found Rita. I'm sure I did a foolish double take and held my breath when I saw her. I recovered quickly and wiped my mouth, hoping I had not drooled on my shirt. We exchanged all the niceties and I excused myself, claiming some work to do. Going to jack off would have been a good idea. Roselyn gave me a knowing smile as I gave her a quick goodbye kiss. I kept my distance during the day for the next few days. Over the weekend, Roselyn was tired. She had pushed too hard, going places and doing things with Rita. Rita in turn had enjoyed the freedom of money, eating out, shopping, driving a Jag, etc. Roselyn had never met a stranger and was universally liked by everyone who met her before she got sick. It was the same now for those who took the time to see past her disease. The following Wednesday was hot. I knocked off work early and was home by three. Rita was cleaning up the kitchen. She told me Roselyn was sleeping and offered me a glass of iced tea. I accepted on the grounds that she would take a break and have one with me on the patio. Conversation was easy. We had a lot of the same interests. During a few pauses we both felt a lot of sexual tension. We had talked for about an hour when she said that Roselyn had told her a lot about me. I was instantly aware of what my lovely wife was doing. I became very quiet and the quietness made Rita uneasy. After a minute or two she lowered her eyes, stood, gathered the glasses and said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything out of line or offend you." I reached out and caught her hand. "Rita, please sit back down." I'm sure my eyes were watery. "It just dawned on me, one of the things that Roselyn has done. First of all she has told me how much she likes your company and how much fun you are. Don't let what I say shock you, be a problem for you or affect your job or friendship with her." She nodded as if to say, "Go on, I won't." "Rita, my wife knows me very well. I don't know you very well, but physically, if I were to describe my fantasy woman, you would be it. You seemed to be active, fit, interested in art, travel, food, flowers, etc. Roselyn knows all that. She has urged me to find a female friend for years. It really bothers her that I have given up so many things to take care of her. She barely understands that it is what I wanted to give her." "Jim, that explains a lot. I have suspected as much. She has even had me read some of your erotic stories." For the first time in years, I think I blushed. She continued, "She has pegged me too, you know. I do fantasize about having an older, successful, playful, naughty, sensitive man in my life." Her voice had dropped in pitch. It was husky. My legs were spread comfortably but my cock was swelling and I had to open them a little wider. Rita's eyes dropped to my crotch. I did not try to cover my excitement. She stood, leaned forward and lightly kissed my cheek. "I feel the same way, but right now I need a breather." She walked back to the kitchen with our empty tea glasses. Over the next weeks Rita and Roselyn bonded nicely. I was enjoying the freedom and pleased that Roselyn was so happy. I definitely was at a disadvantage. Rita read many of my stories, knew my work history, our family background and whatever else Roselyn told her. I just knew Rita had great pheromones; I wanted her every time she got within six feet of me. Although it was not part of her job as originally discussed, I often saw that she had done a little of the wash, cleaning and cooking. Those were my jobs. I thanked her. We were still struggling about how to act around each other. One evening, well after Rita's usual going home time, she was busy making the taco salad for dinner. Roselyn was supervising. She loved to tell me what to do also. Roselyn was clearly having a bad time, lots of jerking movements and cramps. Roselyn's voice trailed off and broke as she told me, "Rita's is staying in the guest room tonight. Her apartment is being fumigated." The dinning room table had not been used properly in a couple of years. It was nice to sit down to a regular meal with people. Roselyn dropped her fork, made a little mess and was embarrassed. I remembered when entire rooms of people used to stop to look at her when she entered because she was so beautiful. I got her an additional pain pill and something to soften the jerks of her arms and head. She had had enough of sitting at the table and asked that I set her up in the bedroom for her desert and coffee. She would be asleep in thirty minutes. She insisted that Rita and I finished dinner together. Back at the table, I must have been too quiet. Rita asked, "Jim, what are you thinking about so hard tonight?" It was more fun to play than tell the truth. "You know too much about me and have not told me about yourself. What do you do when you are not here?" We talked aimlessly around our cheesecake. When she refilled my coffee cup, I raised the ante, "Roselyn, tells me that you have now read all of the stories that I have published on Literotica." This time she blushed. "Which ones did your like the most?" She sputtered and feigned a poor memory. "That's all right, Rita. I understand. My enjoyment comes from getting feedback. I have dozens and dozens of stories that are not published, stories written for specific people and stories written for other sites. I just thought if I knew what you liked I could give you some selected or written just for you." We talked about her three grown kids. I was surprised to hear that her nineteen-year old daughter still lived at home. If fact, Rita told me that her daughter seldom talked and seemed to have social problems brought on by extreme shyness around men. Her daughter's uninsured counseling bills were why Rita had so many financial problems. "Can I meet your daughter, Carlie, sometime?" "That might be a good idea. She has never met a gentle, adult, all-male before." I was about to ask what "all-male" meant when she, said, "The Ties that Bind" and "Not Afraid of the Dark." This beauty had just given me the titles of two of my stories. Both dealt with a dominant male and a submissive female. In fact, both pushed the envelop into light pain play. I could usually spot such tendencies. Rita had confused me. It must have shown. "Everything about those stories shocked me. I had never thought about such things being erotic. The way my body reacted shocked me." Now was my opening for a little role-play. I wondered if she could, or would, play. I took her hand and led her to a small short chair in a corner of the dinning room. I pushed it tight against the wall and sat her down with her knees facing out. In silence, I retrieved my larger dinning chair, dimmed the lights and sat very close to her. She was pinned. I forced my knees between hers, took her hands in mine, leaned forward and whispered, "Tell me what your body felt as you read about Alice surrendering to a strong, hard, very sexual Jed." Her eyes were wide. She was holding her breath in defense. Her hands were sweating and squeezing mine. "Is your body feeling the same things right now?" "Yes." "Then, tell me. Tell me so I can enjoy what your body is feeling." She hesitated, sighed and licked her lips. "Are you wet between your legs?" She nodded. "No, tell me." "Yes, I am wet. Afraid and excited." "I can feel the heat coming from you. I can see you breasts rise and fall. Your breath is sweet." I leaned in tighter. She held her breath again. Close to her ear now, "I can smell the need from your pussy. I am dizzy wanting to feel your lips on mine." Rita's body spoke to me. It owned me from the start. Her eyes closed. Her back arched her breast toward me, her nipples stood beaconing my tongue and her shallow breaths caused her to tremble in front of me. Every cell of my body struggled for control. Her lips were soft, yielding and parted at my first soft kiss. Her taste was exquisite. All I could hear was my own heart pounding in my ears as my tongue snaked out and traced the outline of her mouth. I pulled away from her. Her eyes were tightly shut. When they opened they were dreamy and lust filled. "Do you know how much I want you, Rita?" Her eyes closed again as I felt her pull my hand, up, under her dress and press it against the soaked crotch of her panties. "Yes, I know." I kissed her with more urgency. This time pulling the leg of her panties aside so my middle finger could push into her and my thumb could rub over her slippery partially hooded clit. She pressed into my hand and moaned into my mouth. With only slight movements, we kissed, she rocked and I inhaled the intoxicating fragrance from her body. She was close. I wanted to possess her, make her mine but I could not deny her this first time. I found and pressed against her g-spot and rubbed her clit faster. I could feel parts of her body tense. Her neck strained and she sucked my tongue trying to get more of it into her mouth. My free hand found her right breast, pulled teasingly and rolled her nipple between my fingers and my thumb. Her stomach tensed, her thighs tensed, her legs trembled and she groaned long and loudly into my mouth when she came. I breathed her breath into my lungs and forced it back into her. She whimpered and thrust, going from her first climax directly into her second. Rita put her arms around my neck. She wanted me to stop. Her clit was sensitive. But she endured my punishment a few more strokes. She knew her place. When her breathing was approaching normal, I pulled her head back with her hair forcing her to look directly into my eyes. He body winced as I took my finger from inside her super-sensitive cunt. Her eyes widened as I brought my finger to my lips, licked at it and sucked it into my mouth. I lowered my finger and my lips to hers. We shared her nectar. We even fought for it with our tongues. Rita's eyes were sending question after question into mine. I was struggling to pull away from her. "I want you too much right now. My mind is not working. Let's both think and be sure that we really know what we are doing. I haven't been with any woman in three years and I haven't been with a woman other than Roselyn in thirty. You are magnificent. Please give me another week. What I feel for you is much more than sex. But right now I can not think of anything except my need and possessing your body." She slipped from the chair onto her knees in front of me. "You have your week but fair is fair." I stood and let her unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down to my ankles. She guided my balls out of the way and held my pulsing rigid cock as I sat back down. I was soaked with my own precum. Rita licked every inch of my cock and balls. She rose up and kissed my lips, "I've never known anyone like you." She settled back, slipping my dick between her lips and began to suck and bob. "I won't last long, Beautiful." "I don't want you to. Cum for me. Let me taste you and swallow you." I could feel her testing the tightness of my balls - judging where I was. My dick began to swell even larger and she began to suck harder. There was a need to cum but there was something else when I came. She swallowed every jet and then laid her head on my softening wet cock. In a couple of minutes, ever so tenderly, she took me into her mouth again, grasped the base of my shaft and pulled the last drops out onto her tongue. She looked into my eyes, opened her mouth slightly showing me my sperm. She never blinked as she swallowed and I groaned. We spent a long time hugging, touching, returning from our highs and re-dressing each other. Rita started to help me clean the table and do the dishes. "No, Beautiful, let me do it. You go on to bed. I need some time alone. See you in the morning for breakfast." I paused and then added, "Damn that sounds good. Waking up with you, tasting you, feeling your body, making breakfast together." She leaned into me, kissed me and said, "It does sound good. I like mornings. Next time you have to fuck me." No Greater Gift Ch. 02 The next morning, a few minutes after seven, I was dressed, nursing my first cup of coffee and thinking about my transgression with Rita. It had been exciting, delightful, lust filled and alive. Diagonally through the courtyard I could see that a light was on in the guest room. I got a second cup of coffee and headed down the hall. When the door opened, my eyes lit up and I inhaled sharply. Rita was beautiful framed in the morning sun. Her hair wasn't combed yet. Her skin was fresh and clean. She was dressed in one of Roselyn's long cotton granny gowns. It must have been very apparent that I wanted her. Rita was distant but polite. I was puzzled then I realized she was having second thoughts. "I brought you a coffee. I'll be in the kitchen for a while if you want a refill. By the way you are even more beautiful in the morning." Ten minutes later, Rita's smile lit up the kitchen. She asked, "I hear a girl can get more coffee in the kitchen." "You, Girl, could get anything you want in this kitchen." Her smile faded and she grew quiet again. I needed to get things straight. "Rita, I'm usually playful like this. I'll try to tone down. If last night was a mistake, just tell me. I'm all grown up; I can take it. You do not have to cater to me in any way. I'm very happy that you and Roselyn have hit it off. She has a friend and more freedom because of you." "Jim, I'm sorry. This morning I was feeling that last night was part of the job. I felt cheap and that I should just go home." "No, Beautiful, you could not be more wrong. Catering to me is not part of your job. Everything I told you was true. You have swept me away and I am very attracted to you. However, I could never enjoy your company unless you felt the same. Let's both forget about yesterday and go back to the way it was for Roselyn's sake." I was crushed by what she had said. She could tell. My last line had been delivered very business-like to protect my ego. I poured her coffee without looking at her and left the room, retiring to my office. Roselyn knocked and opened the door about one. I could see Rita behind her. "Rita, is taking me to IHOP and then to the Thrift Store. Give me a bye kiss. We'll be back about four." "Did you ask her about this weekend?" "I forgot. You ask her." Roselyn moved out of the way. "This Saturday there will be about thirty kids from the age of six to ten, here in the afternoon to swim and have a picnic. They are from the abused women's shelter. Their moms will be attending a seminar. We could use some help. Can you and Carlie help? I'll pay each of you $100 for about four hours work." Rita quickly agreed. "Make sure you both bring your bathing suits, so you can play life guards. We will block off the deep end of the pool." Roselyn came home about five; Rita did not come back in with her. "Did Rita go on home?" "Yes, said she had to find bathing suits for herelf and Carlie and asked for tomorrow off." There was a long pause and then Roselyn added, "She asked me point blank, if I were trying to set her up with you?" I just looked at her. "I was playing match maker, you know." Still I said nothing. "Do you like her?" "Roselyn, she is twenty years younger than me, beautiful, sexy and has her own life all set. Rita is not interested in me. This is her job. She likes your company. Let's leave it at that." "I know about last night." "Then you know we did not have intercourse and that she had great remorse today. She said I had made her feel cheap and was considering leaving." "What did you feel?" "I need breathing room. I was heartsick when she had remorse. I hated that I had used my position to take advantage of her. I don't know how turned off she is, but I gather she really needs this job. It is horrible to think that she needs this job so much that she would put up with us and even stomach an old man touching her." "Do you like her?" "God, Roselyn, she takes my breath away. You know exactly what I like and you selected her well. But you are my wife. I will always be with you and I hate that Rita thinks catering to me is part of her job." "Jim, I know you love me and will take care of me. We've been married for thirty years and I've been sick for fifteen. But I know you. I know how much you enjoy the company of women and sex. I can see you are unhappy and how much you miss sex and playfulness in your life. My body can't give you those things any more. I don't want you to give up that much for me. If you continue to do that, you will hate me in time. You would not find a woman on your own. I hoped I could find you one and maybe get a companion for myself in the process." "I love you even more for what you tried to do. Maybe we can find such a person. If we ever do, I think that person will have to feel they are part of the family, not an employee. I could never want someone who felt like a cheap hooker and felt like they had to be with me. My hand is a better lover than that. At our age, in our situation, we don't have much chance of finding such a caring friend and lover. For now, please, let's drop the subject and I'll cook dinner. I cannot tell you how much it hurt to see the regret in Rita's eyes." Saturday came and went. It was a success for the kids. I stayed on the food and out of the way all day. Roselyn, Rita, Carlie and two women from the shelter did a good job controlling and entertaining the children. Carlie was bright and energetic. She didn't make eye contact with me when we were introduced but all day her charges sought her out and laughed and played. I felt like shit. I could not shake the feeling that Rita had let me touch her for the sake of her job. Several months passed. I got back into writing early, working outside in the afternoon and going to play pool at the local strip bar from 5 till 8. It worked well because Roselyn got tired and took a nap about five every day. Rita came to work most weekdays from eleven a.m. till five p.m. I saw her only briefly each day. Roselyn buzzed me one Monday to bring her a coffee at eight one morning. "Jim, I really like Rita and I would like for us to help her. Would you please talk with her? Carlie wants to go to the local college. They only have one bad car, no health insurance and some other problems." Well, things were worse that Roselyn knew. Rita's ex had left her with lots of bills and the wolves were still circling, wanting money from her. "Rita, tell me about Carlie." "Her Dad was verbally abusive. Often called her stupid and ugly. When she was twelve, he starting hitting her and me. It took me another couple of years to move out and then another two to get through the divorce." "Give me a few days to think and talk with Roselyn. Bring Carlie on Friday and let's see what we can work out." I already knew Rita had a clear criminal record and poor credit. If she took any drugs or ever had any STDs, she was clean when she started to work for us. Still I had her checked out thoroughly again. Roselyn and I had a good plan for her. Trying to help people is what we both did for enjoyment now. Why not bring it closer to home. What we offered to Rita and Carlie was really very little but it blew them both away. "Rita, you have seen the Mother cottage behind the house?" She nodded. "You and Carlie can live there free for up to four years while Carlie goes to the local state college and you continue as Roselyn's companion. Your pay will remain the same and we will pay all of Carlie's college expenses as long as she maintains a "C" average and doesn't bounce around majors without my approval. "Carlie, you have to work for me in my office twenty hours a week for twelve dollars an hour. That will give you some spending money and help keep me organized. "We'll get two Subaru wagons, registration and insurance. One for each of you. "Rita, you have to work with a local credit counselor to get things straight. "I'm taking Roselyn over to stay with her eldest son for a few days. I'll be back around five. You and Carlie talk this over today. This evening let me know any of your concerns before you leave. I'm sure we can work out all the details. I have written this in a contract. That way you will know you can count on this deal as long as you both hold up your ends." I handed them the papers. Both Rita and Carlie had tears in their eyes. I didn't feel good or bad. I still felt empty and dirty. I certainly liked looking at Rita. When I came back at five, only Rita was in the house. She followed me into my office as I sat down on the couch, she sat across from me on the overstuffed chair. "Jim, what you are giving Carlie and me is more than we ever imagined. Thank you so very much." "Carlie will have to work hard. She will get over some of her shyness with men by working with me and doing her college studies. You are already contributing a lot to Roselyn's and my lives. We are glad, we can help." There was a very pregnant pause and then she asked, "Are you and I ever going to get back to talking as friends, even potential lovers?" "My God, Rita, there is nothing I would like better. However, I haven't been able to shake the feeling that you would only be being with me out of obligation and to preserve your job." "Roselyn has told me how I hurt you. I realize the mistake I made. Still, I had hoped you would want me enough to pursue me and realize that I want to be with you." My protective shells had not lowered. "You don't have to do anything, our agreement is complete. I want to help you and Carlie, regardless." "Jim, I know that. You are rich and powerful but you have a weakness that has given you a blind spot. You cannot see that I care about you and want to be with you." "I wanted to please you but I made you feel cheap. I know I'm much older than you and that I'm not handsome. I care a lot about you and I was attracted to you the first time I saw you. You need a younger man. I delighted in our naughty night. You suffered through." "Things happened too fast. I liked what we did, liked being with you and was really turned on by you. But I wasn't ready and said the wrong things. Can we start over?" "Do Roselyn and Carlie know you are talking with me about this?" She blushed and looked away. "Yes!" "Is that a problem for you?" "Not really. I want you and if you want me, I think we would be good together. Carlie would know soon enough anyway." I reached out to her, "Come here. Sit with me." She joined me on the couch and melted into my arms. Her lips closed over mine before her body settled onto the cushion beside me. A sigh of pleasure escaped my mouth and Rita sucked it into her lungs. We did not know each other very well. We had spent only a little time together. To this day I do not know why cared about her so much, so quickly, but I did. I wanted to see her content and happy. I loved her smile and her company. We kissed and touched for a few minutes then I pushed her up. "We have to do something to get the bad thoughts out of my head." I reached my hand out to her. She nodded and holding my hand, she willingly followed me to the guest bedroom. I did not need her body all that much but she needed me. She needed to know our relationship was back on track; to feel wanted by me again; to feel close more than she wanted to be satisfied. I needed to look into her eyes and feel her body respond. I needed to search for signs of the ugly obligation and duty that still haunted me. I only found a willing, soft, passionate woman, who really did want to be with me. Slowly I undressed my prize. I had not seen her nude. At first she was not at ease as I appreciatively examined her. She stood in front of me and crossed her arms over her breasts. I opened them. "Don't hide your body from me. You are beautiful. I want you exactly as you are. I want to make love with you." I kissed her on the lips and stepped back from her. "If you want me, undress me, accept me, like I did you." She spoke no words; her hands trembled some but she was experienced and deftly removed my shirt. My chest is strong and hairy. Rita rubbed her hands over me, lightly pulling my hair and nestling her lips into my nipples. Her fingers began to fumble at my belt, the snap and the zipper. When I was nude, she lay on her back on the bed and reached for me. I lay on top of her and entered her smoothly. I instantly knew she would be a wild lover and could keep up with me, but for now we would make love just to let our bodies get acquainted. We both had issues flying around our heads. Our first time together was unremarkable but satisfying. She came as I thrust into her; she rolled me so she was on top and rode me until she made me cum at the same time as she did and we slept entwined, enjoying each other's touch. Rita and I both needed coffee about seven-thirty the next morning. My second robe was too big for her luscious naked body and, several times, I playfully tried to slip a hand under the robe between her legs and to open the front to see her lovely breast. She wiggled away, laughing and slapping my hands away. As the coffee started to brew, she bent over the counter, pulled up the robe and offered herself to me as a way to pass the time. She reached out grabbing my cock and pulled it to the lips of her pussy. I pushed and was buried to the hilt in only three strokes. Our bodies slapped together softly and she was moaning when I caught a glimpse of Carlie outside the kitchen doorway. I thrust steadily, waiting for her mom to get close. Rita's muscles began to tense and she grabbed at me to assure I would not stop. I leaned forward, whispering, "Let your wonderful body enjoy my cock inside you. I love how you feel." I paused until she tightened more and thrust back at me harder. "Carlie, is watching us." Rita gasped, "O God, I'm cuming." I let her lead until she slowed and then I pounded into her. She quickly was there again. She bumped into the empty coffee cups and they clattered around the granite counter and one fell noisily, bursting when it hit the tile floor. That spurred her on, "Harder! Fuck me harder!" She rode her second orgasm for a long satisfying time. The distractions kept me from cuming. When I pulled out my cock was glisteningly wet with our combined juices, throbbing and rock hard. Rita was still enjoying the last of her orgasm; the room was filled with the smell of sex. The gasp I heard was from the hall. I sat Rita down in a kitchen chair to recover. My cock bounced near her head. Soon she noticed it and realized I had not cum. She reached out and rubbed the wet shaft all around her face and lips. She licked at the head and then sucked it into her mouth all the time jacking my cock steadily with her hands. Her eyes were sparkling and lusty. She had moved into that wonderfully delicious nasty mode that passionate women can slip so easily into. She was well aware that she was being watched. She pulled the belt free and opened the entire front of the robe so her breast were free and her wet, swollen well fucked cunt was spread in full view. "Cum on me. Cum in my mouth and all over me." That was the incentive I needed. My first shot went into her lovely mouth but she did not swallow. The second hit her lips and chin. The third and fourth found her breasts. She pulled the last of my semen from my cock and used my dick to rub the drops around her lips and to smear through the streaks of cum on her face. She let my offering flow from her mouth over my cock, smeared it around and let it dribble down onto her breasts and stomach. I watched my softening cock disappear into her mouth as she swallowed what was left and cleaned me. Still sucking on my cock, her hands left me. One worked two fingers into her cunt and the other rubbed all my cum into every inch of her exposed skin. I had produced enough for her to anoint her thighs, knees and calves. Rita was starting to hum and moan around my cock. Her steady sucking had me hard. Watching her finger fuck herself was maddening. Every few seconds her eyes would glance at mine, as if to say, "Is that all you've got?" I lifted her out of the chair and laid her down on the tiled kitchen floor, away from the broken cup. I was sunk into her belly deep before she was prone on her back. Every hard thrust I slammed into her brought an emphatic, "Yes" from her lips. Her legs were wide but her feet were not on the floor. She was spreading for me so I would go deep into her. Her mantra was a musical, lusty "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes." Her hands reached up and filled with my hair. She pulled and twisted my head and got louder as her legs flailed about. I heard a chair turn over. I slammed even harder into her. With one mighty and loud, "Yes" she collapsed under me. She was out for the moment. I continued to fuck her, arched and pumped my load deep into her still contracting belly. I lay next to Rita for a while. We were both sticky messes and hadn't even had our coffee yet. Carlie left her spying spot in the hall outside the kitchen. When Rita began to rouse up, I covered her, got her into a chair and got her a cup of coffee. I kissed all around her face and neck, then cradled her face in my hands and looked deep into her eyes. "You are one wild naughty woman. I loved every second with you this morning." "I've never passed out before." I helped her up. "We have to go take a shower. You are covered with my cum." "I like being covered with your cum." "Get on in there. I'll wash you. Just don't bend over." "Why not?" "That is how all this started this morning. Bend over again and I'm going to fuck you in the ass." Right before Rita stepped into the shower, she looked over her shoulder, spread her legs and bent over putting her hands on the side of the tub. She had called my bluff. For right now, my cock was half hard and just jerked once, showing no desire to fill out. She showed mercy, stepped on in, allowed me to wash the cum from her body and we made out in the spray until the water started to get cold. Over the next few months, we all learned to live together as an extended family. Roselyn and Carlie found things to do that gave Rita and me time together. We went to several events, one three-day cruise, a couple of day trips and found time for sex a couple times a week. We were good together as lovers but I felt a lot of stress. Roselyn's health was worsening: she needed more care from me and less of Roselyn's company. Rita was looking younger to me every day. Some days I was depressed and felt way too old for her. I wanted to spend quiet time with her but felt I would eventually bore her. I worried that I would see disappointment in her eyes. That day in the kitchen wasn't the only time Carlie watched her mother and me. Sometimes we weren't sure but felt she was there. Once was very overt. The three of us were on a hayride just after sunset. There were about six other couples and a few singles. All day we had selected pumpkins for Halloween, ate and had mindless fun. The horse drawn cart was crowded and Rita was cold. Her skirt had seemed a good idea during the hot part of the day but now it did not offer enough warmth. We were sitting on a bale of hay. Carlie was sitting on another bale of hay facing us. I pulled Rita onto my lap and held her to get her warm. The bouncing of the wagon, ground her ass into my crotch and soon I was hard and uncomfortable. Twice I reached down and tried to straighten my cock. Rita challenged me, "Take him out." "I will if you pull your panties aside and slip him into your cunt." "I don't have on any panties." Carlie had watched me wiggle around. She had to know what I was doing. My naked cock was aligned along her mother's ass crack. She watched for many minutes while I made love to Rita with my whispers, light kisses and secret touches. Her mother glanced at Carlie many times reluctant to pursue the challenge she had started. When I rolled her right nipple between my fingers, Rita reached under her skirt and guided my throbbing dick. Rita's face told anyone who might have been watching exactly when my cock slipped into her body. She trembled and she came almost immediately. The hayride had a long way to go. No Greater Gift Ch. 02 The bouncing was wonderful. Carlie slid down off the bale and sat in the hay spread over the bed of the wagon. There was just enough light for me to see her staring between her mother's legs. Rita intentionally pulled her skirt up enough for her daughter to see my cock buried in her cunt. That knowledge was intoxicating and exciting. I locked my eyes onto Carlie. Several times she looked at me, licked her lips and touched her body. I hoped she had her fingers in her own pussy. I nodded and mouthed "I'm cuming" to Carlie when I began to unload my balls into her mother. Carlie sat in that exact spot until the end of the ride. She saw my cock soften and slip out of Rita's flooded hole. I imagined Rita's cunt was gaping and full of my cum. Once I felt it drip onto my cock as it dangled helplessly below Rita's slit. Carlie watched quietly. Seldom blinking. -------------------------------------------------- Carlie started school and was proving to be a big help in the office. Roselyn got steadily worse. She made it through Christmas in great pain. She made it through my January birthday. She coordinated a party for me and loved giving me my first Rolex. I cried alone than night, her time was near, her pain was horrible to watch, much less endure. She died in my arms, two days after my birthday. For three months after that I had trouble getting motivated to do much of anything. I was depressed and down on myself. I was not paying attention to Rita. Through it all, I urged her to date. Deep down I felt I was depriving her of something and that I should let her go. She seemed comfortable with our age difference but it was wearing on me. I had sacrificed a lot of healthy years taking care of Roselyn. I did not want Rita to regret spending her healthy years on a man twenty plus years her senior. I started to get my youth back late one afternoon. Rita and I came home from shopping and were putting up all the groceries. We had both seen a light on in the work shed beside the mother cottage where Rita and Carlie still lived. There was a crash and I heard Carlie start a scream but was cut off. I ordered, "Grab the phone" and charged out the back door. In full stride, I grabbed a metal tipped croquet stake that was driven into the grass and burst through the shed's door. A dark haired, six-foot tall, young man was standing over her with his back to me. He had blood on his hand and Carlie had blood on her exposed thigh and on the left side of her head. His hand was raised for another blow when I swung the stake. Rita was behind me. We all heard his jaw break and his cheekbone crush. He went down, partially falling on Carlie and rolling onto his back. I stomped his crotch with my right foot. He curled and I drove my knee into his face. Blood spurted everywhere. His nose was flat. Strangely he was still conscious. I raised the stake again and screamed at Carlie, "Do you want him dead?" She brought us all of us back to sanity with a simple, "No, leave him alone. Make him leave." She was crying. I jerked the man's bloody face just inches from mine. "If I ever see you again, I'll kill you. If I know where you are I'll tell everyone what you did. Get a long way away, as fast as you can." He grabbed an oil soaked, filthy rag to catch the blood as he half walked, half stumbled out of the shed. I knelt beside Carlie; she was struggling to get up. Through tears, hugs and anger, Rita and I learned this was a guy that she had gone to the movies with twice before. Today, she brought him home for something to eat. They made out for a while. He got aggressive and then mad when she told him to stop. She had tried to slap him. He had hit her and had forced his fingers into her pussy, making it bleed. Then I showed up. She did not want to go to the hospital or call the police. I got his name and advised a friend on the local police force anyway. That night Carlie did not want to be alone in her room. She sat with me in the TV room and fell asleep with my arm around her. Rita sat across from us. "She feels safe with you." "How about her mother? How does she feel?" "I was shocked by what your did." "Forty years vanished. I did what I was trained to do when I was younger than Carlie. Are you afraid of me now?" "No. I just thought you were going to kill that boy." "I wanted to. He hurt someone I love." The four-letter work caught her off guard. "Do you love us, Jim?" My eyes were misty. "Yes, I love both of you. Every day I wish I were younger." Rita was quiet. That reinforced my weakness. For weeks, I continued to urge her to date. ---------------------- Finally Rita had her first date. She left about seven. I was jealous but this is what I had told her I wanted. Truthfully, I wanted my youth back and I wanted her. I dressed for bed early, lounging pants and t-shirt, and decided to go read in the den. Only the light by my wing-backed chair was on when Carlie, dressed in cotton sweats, wandered into talk. "I was surprised when mom went out tonight. I always thought you two liked each other." "Carlie, I really like your mother but I am a lot older than she is. She is beautiful and active. She needs a younger man to build a life with." "Maybe. She is happy with you." "You are a doll to say that. Still, I wish I were younger." "I wish, I were pretty, like she is." "Carlie you are beautiful, what are you talking about?" "I'm a tall thin, freckled, small breasted, tom-boy. That's not pretty." "You are wrong. You have a model's body. You have "Girl-next door" beauty - every man dreams of such a woman. He dreams she wants to be with him and that she is a passionate creative lover." "I've read your stories. I don't know if I'm passionate. I don't know how to kiss like in your stories. I don't know what is true and what is not in them." "Talk to me. Ask me. I'll answer your questions, if I can." She stalled just a few moments. It was obvious she had questions all organized. "Do guys really like oral sex?" "Most do. I think the taste and smell of a sexy woman's body is the greatest wonder of the world." "Do you really kiss all the places that you say in your stories?" "You bet I do. Everything I've written about what a woman and a man do together is true. Not true for every man or every woman or true for every time they make love, but definitely true." "Just the touch and smell of women's bodies get you excited?" "Yes." "Even someone like me?" "Absolutely." She sat quietly. I had not convinced her. She still heard her father's criticisms ringing in her head. She was feeling inadequate. "Carlie, I will not hurt you. Do you trust me?" "Yes." "Come here and sit in my lap facing away from me." She hesitantly came and sat on me. Her body was warm and stiff. I pulled her hair back from her right ear, exposing her neck. "Close your eyes, Carlie. Imagine the most desirable man you have seen at school. Pretend that I am that desirable man." For the next ten minutes I quietly made love to her neck, her ears and her shoulders. I kissed, nibbled and sucked. Her body relaxed some and her breath was becoming strained. I whispered softly just below her ear, "Keep your eyes closed. Turn around and sit straddling my legs." She responded so fluidly, I wondered if she had a submissive side. "Open your mouth slightly." I tilted her head down toward me and kissed her. At first she was shocked, but then returned my kiss. I pulled her away slightly and licked her lips. I kissed her again and slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her hips moved and she pressed closer into me. Again we kissed and her tongue tentatively pushed into my mouth. I sucked it. Over the next ten minutes we learned to kiss. Her body was needy and she moaned. Her kisses were aggressive and rough. "I'll stop any time you tell me." She was quiet. Our lips locked together again and my left hand cupped her right breast and my fingers rolled her nipple. Carlie groaned into my mouth. Soon her hips were rolling into the open space between my legs. I trailed my right hand down from her head and let it nestle between her legs. She was moist and hot. I held my hand so she could rub her clit against the back of my thumb. I watched her for several minutes. Her body knew instinctively what to do. She was passionate and beautiful. A little whimper told me. I said, "Suck" and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She sucked and she came thrusting roughly onto my hand. I held her and kissed her while she recovered. "Carlie, thank you. That was so beautiful. Thank you for letting me watch you. Your body is breath taking. It could satisfy any man." She thought for long moments, "Even you?" "God, Carlie, reach down between us and see if your body excites me." Tentatively her right hand went between us. She paused when her fingers first touched my rock hard cock. She closed her fingers around my shaft. She explored and moved her fingers up and down, discovering the large precum wet spot at the tip. She would have gone to any limit. I pulled her hand away and looked deep into her lusty eyes. "Carlie, we have to quit. I am very turned on and really want to make love with you. I loved watching you cum and every cell in my body is screaming for me to push my cock into you. But we have to stop. Your mother would be so angry, it could ruin everything we have set up for your college." She wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head on my shoulder. Finally, she got up, started to walk away. I did want to stop but I wanted one thing from her more. I reached out and I pulled her back by her wrist. "Please do something for me before you leave." "What is that?" "Slip your fingers into your sweats. Get them wet with your juices and bring them to my mouth so I can taste you." She moaned when her own fingers slipped into her cunt. She moaned again as she pulled them out. She looked deep into my eyes and she moaned again as I closed my lips around her fingers and sucked them. "Well?" "Your pussy is better than the finest candy. My head is swimming." It was obvious that Carlie was far from satisfied. I wanted to help her. "Sit down. Wait here for just a minute." I went to my room and got two of Roselyn's vibrators, one a plug in nubbed model for maximum clit stimulation and the second a very realistic feeling vibrating seven-inch dildo. When I brought them to her, her eyes grew very wide. She never spoke once while I told her how to use them and pulled her up to send her on her way. She paused at the door. "Are you going to jack him off?" "I'll have to or I won't be able to sleep." "Can I do it?" "Only if you promise not to tell your mother." "I promise." Carlie sat back down and I stood in front of her. I was about three-quarters hard. When she pulled my sweats down, she held her breath. I pulled her face into my cock. I wanted her senses to be filled. She nuzzled and inhaled. She licked at the wetness on the head of my dick. I leaned back and began to jack off. I was already close and told her. I told her how she excited me and that I was struggling for control. Her hand closed over mine and she learned the pace I liked. "Feel my balls tighten. I am going to cum." Carlie's other hand closed over my balls. She could feel what I was telling her. She pushed my hand away and continued to work my cock. My muscles tightened. I felt her lips close over the head of my cock and I erupted into her mouth. She sucked. The feeling was so intense, my eyes closed and I fought to stay upright. Again and again I pulsed and she sucked. I felt her swallow and then swallow again. I reached out and roughly grabbed her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and then pushed her back and stripped away her pants. The abruptness shocked her and she felt a little fear as she sensed my strength and my need. I knelt between her legs and kissed her nipples, fingered her clit and rubbed the wet lips of her cunt. I kissed lightly around her pussy. Her voice cracked, "I guess I'm not a virgin anymore." "Yes, you are. You haven't had sex yet. You are lovely and so very desirable." My tongue licked the full length of her slit and tickled her little button several times. When my lips closed over her clit, she threw a leg over each arm of the chair and slid down. She was wet. The taste was heaven. My mind was raging, my cock never softened and I feasted. I enjoyed her so much I did not notice that she was cuming. It did not matter; I was going to lick her until she was dry. Her hands closed over my ears and she guided me and fucked against my lips and tongue. Twice more she came before she pushed me. I landed on my back and she followed, her cunt spread over my cock. She knew I would object if she asked. So she did not ask; she guided me between her swollen lips and thrust. Her body tightened in pain and tears ran down her cheeks, then she thrust again. I was more than half way into her. She made a few tentative movements learning how to drag my cock along her clit and make it push against her g-spot. She remembered me and looked down into my eyes. "Go on Carlie. Use my body. Use it to make yourself feel good. I'm want to watch you fly." Permission was all she needed. Her body was wild, young and strong. She drove me deep inside her. The feelings of being full were different. She slowed, then speeded up again, a couple of times before her body betrayed her and she rode me totally for her pleasure. She screamed when she came and collapsed on my chest. I let her rest for a few moments and then I began to use her hips to work her cunt over my cock. She caught on and helped. My body arched off the floor, lifting her. My cock jerked and throbbed inside her. Carlie looked at me and said, "Yes, do it. Cum inside me." I did; I flooded the dimpled cervix I was bumping into. I flooded the pussy that was virgin just a few minutes ago. I left enough sperm to impregnate a hundred women. I both wanted her to be pregnant and didn't want it. I rolled over on top of Carlie, thrust into her and kissed her passionately, until my cock began to soften. We relished in each other's body and touched for long time. Finally, I spoke, "Carlie, making love with you is magnificent. You body excites me. You know, I will want you every time I see you now? You are beautiful and desirable. Your body is passionate and demanding. You are so very lovely when you cum." She was quiet. We stayed together, silent, matching our breaths. I asked, "How do you feel?" "Wonderful. Better than I have ever felt in my life. Promise me, we will do this again." "I promise." We showered together. Made out under the spray. I touched and kissed every inch of her body, so she would know I meant what I had told her. She liked having her asshole licked. She liked peeing while I finger fucked her. She liked me thrusting into her doggie style and pushing a finger up her ass. She liked tasting her cunt on my lips and she liked snuggling on her bed until she went to sleep in my arms. An hour or so later, I covered her, kissed her and went back to my room. On the way I looked. Rita's car was not home yet. I left a note on the door of the little house saying that Carlie was asleep in the guest room. ---------------------- Rita and Carlie were talking at the kitchen table when I came in for coffee the next morning. Rita's date had not been a success. The guy expected sex and was pushy. He reminded her that she had suggested they go out. Somehow he had interpreted that to mean she was horny and offering. He had not even been respectful. She was down. I got the craziest mixed message of my life. Carlie held my hand in her lap below the table and pressed it tightly between her legs and spoke, "Jim, why don't you and mom get away for a few days? You both need a break. I can catch up on my studies and handle things in the office." My eyes quizzed hers as I rubbed over the top of her clit. Her legs opened wider but she held her ground. Rita looked at me. It was my move. She had often told me about wanting to go to the San Diego Zoo. "Wonderful idea. Rita, will you go to San Diego with me for a few days? I need to have a meeting there. Then we can go to the zoo and just play tourist." Rita smiled. Carlie smiled. I thought how much my life had changed in just a few months and wondered what the next few months held for all of us.