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The MILF

By: Seductive_Wolftress



Upon opening her eyes, Mrs. Cummings looked out the window to see it was a dreary and cloudy day. Kind of like her marriage. Will, or Mr. Cummings has become a stranger to her. He stays at work at all hours of the night, and travels a lot on business trips… or so he told her. 

Mrs. Cummings was a beautiful woman with a body that many forty-year old women only wish they had. She was also a great cook, took care of the house, and their daughter Symone. All fine qualities to keep a man's eye at home. Even though she suspected Mr. Cummings of having an affair, she said nothing. She continued to be the supporting wife she had always been.

She slipped on her robe and slippers and fumbled to the kitchen. She stopped to stare at the mess left behind by Symone and Mr. Cummings. With a deep sigh, she picked up the dishes on the table and put them in the sink. She dumped out the coffee from Mr. Cummings and made a new pot, and continued to tidy up the kitchen. An hour passed by the time she finished her coffee and added out the expenses to be paid for the week. As she walked back to the bedroom to get dressed her mind was filled with thoughts of the day's errands.

Her robe lay on the bed as she looked in the mirror thinking, " Am I getting old?" She examined her face closely. Not a wrinkle on it. She moved her hand down her neck. Then removed the straps to her nightie and allowed it to drop to the floor. Her breasts developed goose bumps as her hand flowed over them. It was causing her nipples to pucker. Realizing she could take this further than she has time for, she stopped and took a deep breath.

"I really have to get to town," she said out loud.

Town was buzzing as usual. Mrs. Cummings always so patient.

Everyone always in such a hurry, she thought.

As she waited for the light to turn green, she felt eyes upon her. A man in the car along side her. His eyes roamed her, and then he winked. She smiled and looked away as the light turned green. OH, she would never admit it out loud, but she loves the attention. Sometimes so tempted to flirt back… but don't.

The last stop was to the market. The lines were long, but she was still patient. She thumbed through the magazines as she waited for her turn. Glancing up she caught the cashier smiling at her. She smiled back, put the magazine back and unloaded her cart. "Your looking lovely as usual Mrs. Cummings," he said.

"Thank you sweetie," she replied.

His eyes are almost star-struck. He fumbled through the groceries trying not to stare at her breast. He couldn't help it. He managed to regain his composure and ask her how Symone is doing. She replied, she is doing great then went on to tell him she finished high school this year. Then asked him how school was going for him.

She was listening to him tell her how hard it was to get enough money for college and have a little fun. Then an idea came to her mind. "Seth," she said. "Why don't you come over when you get off work? If you have the time, I have some things around the house that need tending to?" He was waiting for such an opportunity to get closer to her.

"Ok," he said. "I get finished here in an hour."

"That would be fine sweetie, I'll see you then," she said.

Seth had the biggest smile on his face as he watched her go out the door. 

You see, Seth has had a crush on Mrs. Cummings for a while now. He is only twenty, but knows he could fulfill her every wish if only he had the chance. At least now he will be able to spend time with her. He finished up his work and eagerly went over to Mrs. Cummings.

She was making supper.

"Seth would you like to join Symone and I for supper," Mrs. Cummings asked?

"Sure," he said, "let me call my mom and let her know I won't be home until later." 

"I hope you like meatloaf Seth?"

"Yes it's one of my favorites. MMM smells wonderful," he replied!

Throughout the meal all three were having a good time. Mr. Cummings was working late, again. There was enough work to be done that Seth could spend the entire summer there when not working. Mrs. Cummings was leaning toward Symone and Seth perhaps going out and becoming a couple. 

He is such a nice boy, she ran through her mind while watching them.

But Seth, Seth had his mind not on Symone, but her mother.

"It is getting late," Seth, said. "I better be on my way. Thank you for the wonderful meal and the extra work. I really appreciate it Mrs. Cummings."

"Your welcome honey," she said. "I am the one that should thank you. I really do need the help around here. You have a good night sweetie," she ends.

He outside the door kissed her hand and said "you too."

It had been about a month since Seth started doing things for Mrs. Cummings. He wanted so much to get closer to her. Sometimes when she made him a sandwich for lunch and would bend at his shoulder to set it in front of him, he could smell the scent of her sweet perfume. So lightly put on that she had to be close to catch it. He closed his eyes…to inhale. Then opened them to watch her walk to the other side of the kitchen. The pants she was wearing…so…alluring. The shape of her ass was so clear through them. As he ate the sandwich his mind wondered to daydream about being her lover. 

As he cleaned the gutters he thought of ways to get closer. How could he get a glimpse of her bedroom? 

Oh, what it would be like to touch her panties! To smell them he thought as he worked.

"Seth," Symone called?

"Ya," he replied as he looked down from the ladder? 

"You've been working a long time, would you like some lemonade she asked?"

"Sounds great," he replied.

He climbed down from the ladder and sat on the ground by the big tree.

"So… Symone? What would u say about going out with me Friday night?"

"Sure," she replied. "What do you like to do," she added.

"There is a new movie playing this weekend. Do you like action/adventure movies with a little comedy on the side," he asked?

"Yea I think they are cool. I saw the advertisement. Vin Diesel is one of my favorite actors too," she answered.

"Ok, it's a date then," said Seth with a smile.

She walked away with a flirtatious look and said "ok."

Symone and Seth got a long great, but…more like friends. Although they had a lot in common, decided after a few dates to just remain friends, great friends. The two still went out together and had fun. They went to movies, to the beach, even hung out in her room listening to music. This was leading Seth closer to where he wanted to be. 

One day on his way to use the rest room he caught a glimpse of Mrs. Cummings through her bedroom door. She was changing out of her clothes to her swimsuit. He stood there…watching. She was just as beautiful without her clothes on. No, she was breath taking! He couldn't take his eyes off her. She stood in front of the mirror, looking her body over as she did so often. When she pulled her panties down to take them off he was able to see just a glimpse of her pussy. Her ass was so firm and full. It wasn't to small or to big. Seth put his hand to his chest and took a deep breath. He wanted her so bad. After she put on her bottoms she took off her bra. Her tits were so delicious looking. He wanted so bad to go in that room and take her. He heard something drop in Symone's room that made him snap out of his trance. Then he went to the rest room. 

He noticed a hamper sitting in the corner. Quietly he opened the top. Searching thru the clothes he found a couple pair of underwear. One was slightly larger than the other. He knew they were Mrs. Cummings. He couldn't resist. He held them to his face and inhaled. Oh! He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He could smell her pussy in them. His mind was filled with thoughts of having her pussy in his face. Oh, what it would be like to run his tongue through it, he thought. Then a knock at the door!

"Did u fall in," a voice called out?

"Funny," he said, "I'll be right out."

That night Seth felt the need to get out of his house. His mother was entertaining none other than…Mr. Cummings. The way they carry on. How could he do that to such a wonderful woman, he thought. Seth found himself parked up the road from the Cummings house. He started to walk. Thoughts of her being there all-alone ran through his head. Looking up, he saw a dim light from her room. He just had to get a closer look. Maybe she would be undressing. Just maybe he would see her wonderful naked body again.

As he neared the sliding doors to her room, he heard noises. The door was ajar. The curtains were sheer and blowing softly from the wind. There was a night light on, giving just enough light to see her lying on the bed. Her legs bent at the knees slightly spread apart. Her hands were between them. At first it appeared she was fingering her pussy. But no, she wasn't. The sound of the hum made that clear.

Her tits were swollen, and nipples stood straight out. Her head tilted back on the pillow as she heaved. He moved to the other side of the door to get a better view of what was happening. She was sliding the vibe through her ass then back to her pussy and pushing it deep inside her. As it reached the full dept of her pussy, she twisted it. Her moans were low and quiet. She started moving her hips upward, and legs spreading wider. Seth could tell she was going to cum. Her trembling moans, her convulsing body.

Watching her pushing that vibe in her pussy was so hot. Seth took his cock out and spit on it to make it feel as if it were in her hot wet pussy. As he watched her he pumped his cock in the same strokes. Through his mind he was talking to her. 

Telling her, "Oh baby, yes, cum all over my cock!"

He could hear her whispering, " Fuck me… fuck me." 

He leaned his head on the side of the house. With both hands he pumped his hard cock, pulling his balls up in even strokes. He spit in his hand and slid his cock through. Just as if sliding through her cumming pussy. The head of his cock mashed into it. His pre-cum mixed with it as he spread his knees and pumped faster and harder. He looked in at her. She is cumming and still shoving the vibe in her pussy, rolling all over the bed! Seth couldn't hold back any longer. With a restrained groan he blew his cum so hard it went through his hand and onto the outside of the house.

She was in her bed. He on the ground by the side of the house. Both lay there…spent. He could still see her. She was rubbing cum all over her tits, playing with her nipples. He watched, stroking his balls and cock until the juices of his lust dried. When she drifted off to sleep, he slipped away and went home. 

He was so turned on by what he saw and experienced he dreamed of fucking her. Upon waking his cock was rock hard and his hand was stroking it. He decided to take a shower and think of fucking her until he exploded. At least he could get some relief and not make a mess. 

In the next few weeks Seth found it hard to concentrate. When he was working at the Cummings, all he could think of was seeing her on that bed. How much he wanted to be in it with her. How many times he came imagining his cock inside her.

One evening when he was cleaning up the tools to go home, he heard Mr. and Mrs. Cummings arguing. 

This time Mr. Cummings left with a suitcase and said, " Maybe I'll be back Monday, I don't know!" 

She ran to her room in tears as he stormed out the door. Seth didn't know what he should do. He just put the tools away and went home. When he pulled into the drive, he found Mr. Cummings car there. He wasn't about to go in there and pretend he knew nothing, or look at Mr. Cummings as if he liked him! He despised the man! 

"How could he just leave her there?" His thoughts continued. "How could I just leave her there, all alone?" 

"Symone won't be there this weekend. She's gone on a camping trip," his mind raced. 

He pulled out of the drive and headed back to the Cummings house. He knocked on the door and Mrs. Cummings answered, brushing tears from her face. Seth hugged her tight walking her back into the house. "Shhh shhh," he told her. "It's ok Mrs. Cummings." She laid her head on his shoulder and her tears soaked his shirt. 

"I know it's none of my business," he explained, "but I just couldn't leave you here alone and so upset. I was in the shed earlier and heard the two of you arguing. Is there anything I can do for you," he added? 

She grabbed another Kleenex from the box on the shelf and sat down on the couch, he beside her.

"I don't want to put this on you Seth," she said.

He held her hand and replied, "I know I'm young, but I'm not that young. I'm a great listener ma'am," he went on to say.

She put her hand to his cheek and said," you are so sweet. I just don't know what to do anymore."

"I may be speaking out of line. I've known you for a long time and I feel we are friends, wouldn't you say," he asked? 

"Yes," she replied.

"Then I hope you won't mind me saying, you deserve better," he went on. "You are a beautiful woman. Much to beautiful to be wasting away night after night wondering when or if he will come home," he continued. 

"Seth, there is so much to deal with on my own," she said.

"You wouldn't be alone. Symone and I would be here for you," he said. 

He leaned back on the couch and drew her close to him to rest on his chest.

The conversation went on for two hours. Seth genuinely felt bad about the situation. Yet he also was indulging in the pleasure of being the one there to console her. He took her hand and held it out to examine it. They were so soft and delicate. Her nails were trimmed perfectly, and painted. 

"Mrs. Cummings," he said. 

"Yes," she replied.

"Do you think we know each other well enough…I mean…are good enough friends that I could call you Roxanne?"

He was strolling his fingers through hers as he asked. He could feel her grin as she still lay on his chest.

"It would be nice to hear you call me Roxanne," she said softly. 

She was getting caught up in the soft touches of his hands on hers. She started to notice his hands were not hands of a boy, but hands of a man. They were so strong looking, with thick long fingers. As she watched him intertwine them with hers, her mind started to drift as to what pleasure those fingers could bring. Seth felt her arousal. He wanted to take her fingers into his mouth, but didn't know how she would react. He was right to hold off. As she snapped out of her daze she lifted her head quickly from his chest, cleared her throat and said, 

" Well, honey, it's been quite a night. I think I'm going to turn in now." 

"Ye-ah," he replied. "I'd better get home, have a busy day tomorrow." 

She saw him to the door. They both had a haze in their eyes, giving an extra glance before the door closed. She leaned against the door and took a deep breath.

Seth sat in his car. He wanted so much more. He watched the house as the lights went off one by one. He decided to go to the back of the house. When he got there she was just taking off her dress. He could tell by the way she was running her hands down her neck, she too was wanting more. He watched as she went through her mirror ritual as she took off her bra. He starred as she examined and caressed her tits, her nipples. Her hand softly strolled between her tits down to her belly button. Seth's cock was getting tight inside his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, taking his cock out. His heart was beating fast, as if going to explode! He felt as if he couldn't breath! His hand was tugging at the head as he watched. 

Her hands were roaming her stomach, her tits, and her shoulders. Her head tilted back as she put one leg up on the seat by the dresser and slid a finger through her panties and through her pussy lips.

Seth decided to take his jeans off. He wasn't wearing any underwear. It aroused him more, being outside with nothing on, right outside her bedroom. At this time Roxanne was pulling down her panties. Her ass was facing the door, allowing him to see her hidden valley that he wanted so much. His nine-inch, thick cock was so hard. He could feel his balls starting to fill. She walked over to the night table and pulled out a long red dildo, lay on the bed and started to suck it, and lick it. Seth spit on his hand and mimicked her motions. OH GOD, how he wanted that to be his cock! 

He watched her for at least thirty minutes playing with that red cock. Dipping it inside her, then tasting her pussy juice from it. When she started to moan Seth slid the door open and walked over to the bed. She had her eyes closed and was sliding that big red cock through her pussy lips.

Seth started kissing up her legs. It startled her but she said nothing. He took her hands away from her pussy, and removed the dildo. She was resistant at first. She didn't feel fear. She knew it was Seth. It was like she had an inner battle of right and wrong. The rush of chills going through her body as he touched her, and the passion she felt was over riding the thoughts of right or wrong. As he neared her pussy and forced her legs to open further, she took a deep breath. She needs to feel a man touch her.

Seth, given just enough light to see her beautiful pussy, stopped to look. His fingers pulled her outer lips open. Her pussy looked like a butterfly. The lips being the wings, strolling his tongue through the inside layers causing her to flutter. He opened them wider taking long licks from ass to clit, where he lingered to tease and lock his mouth over her bud…and sucked. A quivering moan came from deep in her chest. He worked his tongue in a wave to her hot pussy hole. He licked in a circle around the opening then dipped his tongue inside. He wanted to devour her hot pussy, but didn't want to rush. This was his one chance to show her he could give her what she wanted…what she needed. 

Seth wanted to take his time with her. He wanted to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. As his tongue moved from hole to clit, he slowly slid his thick wet finger inside her. He lifted her mound to eat at her clit as he slid in a second finger. The inside of her pussy was meaty, hot and wet. Her sticky white honey was already starting to flow. He took his fingers out and smelled them, and then licked them. His fingers delved deep inside her to pull out her nectar, making her hot pussy glisten like glazed icing. As he pushed in and out all that could be heard was the deep moans from with in her and the suck and squish of her pussy taking in his cock.

Mrs. Cummings released for the third time and ached for more. Her moans were not contained as in the past. Knowing she had no fear this time of being heard by Symone, she moaned wild and free. She had never known such pleasure before…ever! To think he was just beginning. 

After taking turns between her pussy and her ass with his tongue and fingers until she came again, her turned her over and slapped her ass then rubbed it softly before slapping it again. Her head faced in the pillow; wanting his big cock inside her badly. Seth stroked his cock looking down at her. He couldn't believe it. He was here with her. His cock was actually going to be inside her sweet pussy, maybe even her ass. His head was spinning in circles. He ran his hands up her back and back down to her ass dipping his thumbs inside her, then back out. He took his cock and slapped it on her ass then ran it through her pussy lips. Her hips swaying… needing it. Almost in pain of wanting it. She reached behind to pull him to her. He rubbed his cock head on her clit. Her bud spread his little hole. He slid back to her pussy hole and dipped the head in and out. Her breathing was erratic and shaken.

"OH Seth, please, please fuck me," she whimpered. 

He slapped her on the pussy and dipped his head inside her again. 

"How bad do you want to feel my big hot cock inside you," he teased?


The Milf Across The Road



I had had the fantasy for a while now of fucking my mate's Mum. She was a beautiful milf with large 34F tits and a round arse. She was obviously even better looking when she was younger after all she had raised three children but then again I prefer older women. She had blonde hair to her shoulders was about 5'4". 

Introduction.

When I was younger and beggining to find women attractive, I began to have this fantasy. I had jacked off to her more times than I could count. I saw her naked twice before anything happened. 

The first was when I was at my friends in summer and they had their large paddling pool out. Rachael thought all the boys had gone home however myself and her son still remained up in his room. The room had a window over looking the garden but my friend could not see the window as he was on his bed.

That is when she came out of the house completely naked. I stopped breathing. I had never seen such large tits in my life. James her husband was laughing as she straddled the side of the pool to get in. I got a great look at her round arse and protruding clean pussy lips. Needless to say I went home before she got out in case she found out I was in her house and jacked off twice to the image burnt into my mind.

The next time I saw her was when I walked in on her getting dressed. This was far more awkward as I did not know what to do. I excused myself saying sorry at least ten times while she stood their laughing not botering to cover herself up.

Soon after my eighteenth birthday I headed across the road to play Xbox with my friend. I hadn't seen Rachael in quite some time so we got chatting. It was regular stuff about how my summer was going and so on. Tom was out at a friends and James was away in India on buisiness. Rachael and James had sex the most out of all my friends parents and everyone knew this very well, of course with James away Racael did tend to get very horny and she enjoyed teasing us boys.

She began to get quite suggestive and I had been flirting with her subtly since I was a boy. My gaze dropped to her wonderful breasts she picked up on this quickly and said "what do you think of them" I looked up blushing bright red. "Sorry I ..... Erm yes ... They are amazing." My shorts were beginning to tent and I was trying to adjust without drawing her attention. She dropped a hand onto my stiff cock and said "And what might we have here" in a very seductive tone making me tremble.

She began to unzip my shorts and I was about to protest when I realized I wanted this more than she did. My shorts dropped to the floor making my large penis even more obvious. She smiled to herself realizing this was of her work. I hadd a clear view done her low top and I could make out the top of her brown areola. My cock twitched at the sight. She released my cock and it bounced free. She quickly licked the precum of the tip of my growing cock.

She was clearly getting excited as she dropped a hand to her pussy. I stopped her and lifted her from the kneeling position. I wanted to do this right without rushing. I kissed her slowly at first but it quickly turned passionate. My lips pulled away from hers as I kissed her collar bone I moved up her neck as her breating deapened and then I took her sweet ear lobe between my teeth. She gasped clearly getting turned on as I sucked on her ear.

I pulled her shirt over her body and pulled at her jeans. She dropped them to the ground as I began to kiss her once more. We fell onto the couch still in our embrace. I unhooked her bra and took a nipple in my mouth. I kept going lower until I found her panty covered mound.

I whipped them off her and kissed her just above a clitoris. She shivered. I went all the way done her legs and started kissing my way up her calves. I got to the inside of her thighs and juices bagan to flow freely from her pussy dripping down to her arsehole. I lifted her legs so I could catch the precious trickle of sweet nectar inserting my tounge into her anus at the same time. She bucked once in surprise and pleasure. I worked back up to her vagina and traced around with a finger my nose smelling the strong scent of her pussy. I slipped a tounge inside her and withdrew it. She pushed her hips up for more. My tounge darted out again getting her clitoris she let out a low moan of ecstasy. I circled it once and she gasped. Her eyes were tightly shut and she was biting her lip. I lifted my cock to her face I wanted it covered in her saliva before I entered her.

She opened her mouth and inhaled my thinking I wanted a blowjob, but I withdrew. She whippered now desperate for my cock. I placed the head near her entrance and before I could do anything she drove upwards and I watched my head disappear into her vagina. It was my turn to let out the groan now. I pushed all the way in to my balls and drew myself out again. She squealed with joy as I began to pump my penis into her pussy. She began to breathe heavily when I pulled out my cock was covered in her juices, she was close. As the breathing increased further I pushed a thumb into her anus. She came hard as I rode out her orgasm. Before it was over another one was building inside her. I increased the pace. I was pumping into her rapidly now. She didn't hold back she was grabbing the material of the couch and screaming. "Fuck me ... ohhhhh yesss Fuck me ..... You dirty boy fucking your friends mother riiiiiiiiiiight on her own couch" I was getting really close but I wanted to get one more orgasm out of her so I squeezed her nipples firmly and sure enough she squirted right as I was coming onto her stomach and tits.

She collected as much of my hot sperm as she could and licked it off her hands. Then she got on her knees and milked the last bits of my cum from my balls. I collapsed onto her and kissed her. She began to get her clothes on and then turned to me and said "I hope we can do this again ... Sometime" She then winked at me and I stared back at this amazing woman in disbelief.

The End.

Depending on the comments I may make a pert 2



The Milf Across The Street



When I was in high school my family moved into a new subdivision development. We lived across the street from the type of woman every high school kid dreams of. Patty was around 30 back then I'd guess. She walked around all summer in a tiny two piece bikini, and had a body made for such apparel. She was perfectly tan, thin, had nice full C cup breasts (which I later learned were fake), shoulder length blond hair, and ass that would quit. Patty and her husband Mike had three kids who I used to occasionally baby sit for. I'd be lying if I didn't admit going into her bedroom and sniffing her panties when the kids went to bed. 

Around the time I was graduating from high school, Patty and her husband got divorced. The neighborhood predictably swirled with rumors as to what happened, but no one really knew. Patty kept the house and quickly had a new boyfriend. After her divorce, things sort of closed up across the street. She was never outside, never socialized with the neighborhood, and other than her car coming and going you'd never have known she still lived there. I guess she got remarried, but eventually sold the house and moved out of the neighborhood. 

Jump ahead about 16 years. I was now 32 years old, had a divorce of my own under my belt, and found myself living back in my childhood town. I keep myself in good shape and am women tell me I'm a good looking guy. I'm 6'2'', 190 lbs., thin, with short dark hair and golden skin year round thanks to my Italian heritage.  Still, I have a hard time sealing the deal with women and rarely get laid.

I was recently heading back on a Friday from midweek business trip and flying Southwest Airlines. As a single guy, I always scope the boarding area for attractive women since Southwest allows passengers to sit anywhere they like on the plane. This has never worked in the slightest in terms of meeting women, but I'd still rather be sitting next to a nice looking lady versus say, some smelly elderly women who needs to pee every 20 minutes.

There was one very sexy woman in the terminal by herself. She was dressed in tight jeans with a white button down top exposing perfectly tanned cleavage. After a triple take, I realized who it was. I was surprised I even recognized her after so much time but she really looked almost identical as when we lived by each other. She didn't recognize me instantly, but after identifying myself remembered me with excitement. She leapt up and gave me a big hug which I pushed out of a shade early. Between her tits pushing into my chest and the return of my childhood fantasy woman, I didn't need her feeling the giant erection I was getting poking her in her belly.

I sat down across from her and we began catching up with each other. She was actually living the next town over from me, about a seven minute drive. Her second marriage lasted less than a year. Her oldest two boys had moved out, and one had a kid already (making her the hottest grandmother of all time!). Her youngest kid had just enrolled in junior college and still lived at home. It didn't sound like she had a very good relationship with any of them. She later mentioned a guy she was seeing (fantasy killer for sure...). 

As the plane started to board she grabbed my arm and said, "You have to sit next to me. I always get stuck next to little kids or perverts." I gladly obliged and we grabbed seats towards the middle of the plane. While the plane was loading we continued to chit chat. She smiled the whole time and kept saying how great it was to see me again. After the plane took she took out a book and read, while I listened to my iPod and tried to stare at her tan freckly cleavage as much as possible without being obvious (which I'm sure I was).  The plane couldn't land fast enough for me to race home and beat off.

When the plane landed she suggested we exchange numbers, which I obliged her on. She mentioned a party she was going to be having and wanted to invite me. 

A few days later my phone rang. True to her word, Patty was having a pool party and told me 'I had to come by.' I agreed. As I pulled into her driveway, I began to ask myself what the hell I was doing. I was about to go into a party where I would know exactly one person. The thought of nailing a old neighbor of my parents was the only draw of any kind, and she not only had a boyfriend, but a driveway full of cars. I went in anyway.

The backyard and kitchen were filled with people, all who instantly made me feel way out of place. There were a lot of women in swimming suits, though I didn't see anyone in the pool. Most of them looked pretty worn out. Then I saw Patty. She had on a hot pink bikini. Her gorgeous tits were popping out and the bottoms barely covered her pussy. Just seeing this had made the whole trip worth my time.

When she saw me, she buzzed over excitedly and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. She repeated several times how excited she was that I came. She introduced me to her boyfriend (dork) and a few others guests and told them all how we had reconnected on the plane. Eventually a few other guests arrived and Patty excused herself. I stood and milked a beer and chatted with some guy about the local baseball team and tried to figure out how long I was going to stay. Eventually I excused myself to use the can.

Someone was in the bathroom on the main floor so I headed upstairs. The bathroom was one of those annoying one's where there is a door both to the hallway and the bedroom. I entered from the hallway, closed and locked the door, and headed over to the toilet area to piss. I didn't close the other door, and I never heard her enter.

As I was daydreaming and shaking the remains off my dick Patty came in behind me and grabbed my cock. "I've been dreaming about you." She whispered into my ear from behind while stroking my already solid cock. She stepped back to close the other door. "I've only got a couple minutes" she said as I turned to face her.

She pushed me back on the toilet so I was sitting. She moved aside the crotch of her bottoms revealing a totally shaved cunt, and lowered herself onto my cock. She was sopping. "Cum inside of me baby." She began moving herself up and down on my shaft. I wish I could write a different ending to this part, but after about a minute I began cumming like I never had before. She moaned as I emptied inside her pussy. When I finished, she held the position briefly while we caught our breath. "That was amazing" I whispered. "You better get used to that" she replied. She stood up, wiped her crotch, gave me a kiss on the lips, and headed out the door. 

I didn't hang around the party much longer. Patty never came with 50 feet of me the rest of the time I was there. When I went to say goodbye she thanked me for coming, and said she hoped she'd see me soon.

She would. I had a text message waiting from her on my phone before I got home. It said to be back at 10 pm, park in the garage, and prepare for a late nighter. 

Never in my life have I anticipated sex so much. As I pulled into her driveway, the garage door opened and I pulled in. She was waiting at the entrance to the house in a silk robe. It was hanging opening revealing she was nude underneath (no tan lines...). She closed the garage after I was inside, and began walking into the house before I was out of the car. As I entered and closed the door, she literally pounced on me. Her tongue was in the back of my mouth as her hands were working over time to get my clothes off. I was rubbing her perfect ass. 

"I want to suck your dick" she moaned as she fell to her knees. This wasn't the first blow job she'd given. She had a perfect rhythm with her hand and mouth on my dick. I wasn't quite as quick a shooter as earlier in the afternoon, but she had me on the brink in a hurry. I announced my orgasm and she never broke stride stroking me till she swallowed over drop.  When I finally stopped cumming she stood up and kissed me deeply.

We eventually moved over to the couch and I decided to ask about the boyfriend. She rolled her eyes and told me they hadn't even slept together. She explained that at her age it was often easier to have a date, but that she wasn't going anywhere with him. I confessed I'd fantasized about her as kid and sniffed her panties which made her laugh. I couldn't even concentrate on her words with her naked body staring at me. I asked her if it would be okay if I 'worshiped' her for a while. She smiled and said she thought I'd never ask.

I started out slowly kissing her neck and back. I kept telling her how she was the sexiest woman on earth and how lucky I was. I could see her smile and that made me feel good. Eventually I started to rub her tits as I kissed her neck, and then later, her pussy. After massaging her clit for some time, I laid her on her back and began sucking her nipples while I continued to rub and finger her. I began moving my kisses south of her tits to her belly, and eventually, her cunt. She tasted amazing. I was eating her out with as much passion as I could while playing with her ass. After a while I began licking her asshole. She loved it. 

This all went on for over an hour, before she pulled me up and guided me inside of her. I fucked her missionary style like an animal. She wrapped her legs around my torso and dug her fake French manicured nails into my back all the while urging me to fuck harder. I was banging for all it was worth and dripping in sweat when I emptied into her pussy for the second time that day. When I finished cumming, I pretty much collapsed on her exhausted. She gently stroked my back for a while before asking to be let up.

She suggested a shower. Patty lit some candles and washed us both.  We made out quite a bit and soon enough I had another erection. We got out of the shower and moved to her bed where she mounted me after applying some lube to her pussy. At first she worked me slowly so I could suck on her nipples. It was getting close to 3 am and she announced it was time for sleep. With that she rode me hard till I came. She fell on my chest, kissed my cheek and rolled off. "Sleep tight lover" she purred. We were both out in an instance.

The next morning we had sex two more times. Once with Patty bent over the counter with me hitting it from behind, and about an hour after that on top her kitchen table. I couldn't cum after fucking a long time and she was getting sore so she jerked me off on her tits (about an eye dropper worth of cum). 

A fell into the kitchen chair and she went upstairs returning dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt. It was the first time I had seen her in more than a bikini since the airport. She explained her daughter was usually home during the week, and weekends were hit or miss, but she really wanted to maintain a fun relationship. 

We have. We don't get the opportunity to get together too often, but that keeps it spicy. Patty prefers a marathon night once a month to trying to coordinate quickies. We're both willing to explore whatever will turn the other one on. We've talked about a 3way with another woman, but have yet to find anyone we can agree on who is also willing. Perhaps when we do I'll write again.



The MILF and The Mexican



Chapter 1

Disheartened by his errant wife's lack of attention and in order to keep her occupied, other than with the help, Mr McDonald purchased a quaint little farm out in the countryside that was going to be Mrs McDonald's pet project.

The farm needed a lot of work, there were buildings that needed renovating, fields that needed ploughing and a couple of animals that needed tending as well, so it meant that a small workforce of able-bodied individuals would need to be employed to take care of these matters and get the place into tip top condition.

Desperate for assistance in employing the right men for the job, Mrs M enlisted the help of her Mexican tutor who had indicated during one of their marathon Spanish "lessons" that he knew of a couple of young men that were in dire need of employment following their recent excursion over the Mexican border and into the land of milk and honey. Being the kind and caring person that she is and wanting to help out her fellow man wherever possible, she agreed that the young bucks be given a chance to secure employment and arrangements were made for Mrs M and her tutor to drive down to the farm and put these young men through some aptitude tests in order to see their suitability for the positions.

On a cool fall morning, Mrs M and the Mexican set off in her bright red 4x4 SUV vehicle. She was dressed in slinky blue skinny jeans, her brown stiletto boots, a white tank top covered by a brown thermal, a warm fur-lined coat hiding her exquisite black satin and lace bra and thong, which clung tightly to her curves, accentuating them. Oblivious to the morning coolness, The Mexican was kitted out in blue jeans and a navy thermal that looked as if it was painted on. The rippling of his muscles underneath the tight shirt sent a delicious shiver down her spine as her eyes swept downwards, focusing on the bulge outlined by the denims. She licked her lips and fiddled with her hair that was pinned up, trying not to show the obvious lust that gleamed in her big, brown eyes.....

During the long drive in which they made small talk and practiced her Spanish grammar, Mrs M found her hand wandering over onto The Mexican's thigh that was just begging to be touched. He glanced over at her and grabbed her hand and boldly rubbed it against his bulge commanding her to undo his zip and see treasures were inside. Mesmerised by his hypnotic gaze, her French manicured fingers undid the button on his jeans and slid the silver zipper down. Her cool hand reached inside feeling the silky material of his boxers as she slid those down, reaching for his hot flesh. He hit the button on the CD player and the sounds of Sex on Fire belted out through the stereo system as she lowered her head into his lap and touched the tip of his pulsating penis with her pink, strawberry glossed lips, her tongue tip kneading the eye of his already weeping cock. Slowly and deliberately her lips moved along the ribbed brown shaft, her tongue exploring each inch, licking and sucking, blowing and kissing as she took him deep into her mouth....he shuddered as she mimicked the "head while I'm driving" part of the song that was still playing. 

Oblivious to anything, she gagged as his hips moved up and forward, trying to overcome the constrictions of the driver's seat. Noisily feeding on his Mexican meat, she swallowed as spurts of precum dribbled down her throat and lubricated the path to her throat, drops dripping from her chin and clinging to the tiny hairs on his balls. Grasping his cock firmly at the base and lifting her head slightly, she took him in even deeper, his dick head grazing her tonsils as her other hand squeezes his swollen balls. His thrusting intensifies as his driving slows and she feels his orgasm building....hurriedly she increases the pressure of her tongue and lips as his jet of white hot cum shoots into her mouth and deep down her wide-open throat, her mouth milking him. Sated, his driving has slowed to a crawl as he pulls over to the side of the road, withdrawing from her warmth.

She giggles as he tells her that she is a naughty mommy who needs to be spanked. She adjusts and re-pins her dishevelled hair, glancing in the vanity mirror on the sun visor making sure that all traces of the "driving experience" are removed with the lemon-scented wet wipe that she has retrieved from her bag. He offers her a sip of his mineral water, which she declines wanting to savour the taste of his Mexican meatiness as long as possible. 

Chapter 2

He starts up the engine and they continue on the journey. The chatter turns to questions about the prospective employees and he tells her that he has managed to organise transport for 7 of them to the farm and they should be waiting there by the time they reach the premises. She asks for more details and he tells her that they are all in great physical shape because they are used to manual labour on farms and construction sites and some even have experience of hard labour in prison! Her eyes widen in shock and he laughs at her expression telling her not to worry as they weren't imprisoned for physical assaults just minor misdemeanours like theft and robberies. He mentions that Carlos is 24 years old and is a 6ft tall, Tomas is 26 and stands at 5ft 11 in height, Raul is the baby of the group at 23, but is a whopping 6ft 2, Diego is 27, 6ft tall and is a former inmate, so he is dark and dangerous, Juan is 25 and is 5 ft. 10 in height, Javier is 27, 6ft 1 tall and the 'old man' of the group at 29 is Miguel who is 5ft 11 and has also done a little time. The Mexican mentions that none of these boys know much English, but they understand sign language pretty well, then winking at her, he says that with all the Spanish lessons he is giving her -- they've escalated to daily from the original twice a week -- she should be able to communicate with her crew in no time at all. Satisfied that he has chosen wisely she leans back against the seat and grins like a Cheshire cat thinking of how great life is and how it can only get better.

A little while later, they make their way down the dirt road that leads to the farm, in the distance she can see the farm house, a couple of outbuildings and the vast fields as well as a huge farm dam. Excited at the prospect of getting the farm working again, she bounces up and down on the seat like a little child. Pulling up into the driveway at the hacienda, he brings the SUV to a stop in a cloud of dust. The 7 workers that were leaning against the wall of the house move forward to greet them. In Spanish he directs them to start unloading the trailer that was hitched to the SUV and the 7 eager beavers get straight to work unpacking the boxes of coveralls, farming implements, construction materials and other goods that will be needed. He asks her where she wants the goods to be stored and she instructs him to move all of it to the big barn except the food and refreshments that need to be taken inside the farm house and he conveys this to the crew that nod in understanding and get to work immediately.

She notices as they pass her that they all smell rather sweaty and she wrinkles her nose and mentions to The Mexican that fresh sweat on a man is okay, but these brothers are kind of stinking to high heaven and that it's making her gag and as he knows, the only gagging she likes doing is on his meat, so she'd appreciate him telling these boys that they will need to clean up their acts if they are going to be working for her. She's pleased that she bought that job lot of coveralls at a salvage sale because those would sure be handy now and with that thought in mind, she reaches into her purse and retrieves her retractable tape measure as she will need to take a couple of statistics in order to kit her crew out.

Bemused, The Mexican asks her what she's thinking of doing with that tape measure and she tells him that she needs to make sure that the clothing fits the boys properly because it's not easy working in something that chafes or is constricting. She tells him that she wants them go into the house, take a shower and then turf all those smelly clothes and once they're done they are to come back and stand in Indian file in their underwear only and she will take the necessary measurements. 

He relays this information to the men and they seem a little taken aback, but follow his instructions and file towards the bathroom, clutching bars of soap and towels that Mrs M has so kindly provided. She proceeds to unpack her stock of coveralls, while the boys clean up and holds a set up against her body and asks The Mexican what he thinks she look like. He responds that she'd be one sexy momma in those work clothes and he'd plough her field any time and she laughs and says, he may just need to get his plough out sooner rather than later and she walks off swinging her hips and making her fat ass jiggle under those jeans.

Chapter 3

The 7 Hispanics file out of the house and stand in line in the barn in front of Mrs M. First in line is dark Diego. He seems kind of cocky, looking her straight in the eye and flashing a wide, white smile "Ola Senora," he says as she motions him to step forward and lift his arms so that she can measure his chest. She notices that he is rather a strapping boy as she puts her arms around him to pull the tape measure tightly in place before making a note on the little notepad as she grips the pencil between her teeth and puts the notepad back in her pocket. Next she slides the tape measure down to his lean waist, her hand brushing his rock hard abs, her eyebrow lifts in surprise and her hand lingers there a little longer than necessary. She moves the tape measure to his biceps and nods, then goes down on her haunches and measures his right inner leg from ankle to the inside of his thigh. The bulge beneath his boxers appears to shift as her hand moves across the silk to measure the left inner leg. The top of her head touches his bulge and oh yes, she was right, that thing is alive and moving. Diego is nervously shifting from foot to foot and the other 6 try and avert their eyes as Diego's dickhead peeks out from his boxers! 

Without missing a beat, she moves on to Juan and motions to him to lift his hands noticing that his dark eyes are suddenly very dark and there is sweat beading his upper lip. Her hands move swiftly, chest, waist, biceps, inner leg and oh my, Juan's boxers start expanding at the crotch as well.

Carlos seems a little nervous and is breathing quite hard and as she moves from his chest to his waist, she is shocked to see 3 inches of brown, Latino meat protruding from the waistband of his boxers. Her cheeks redden and she hurriedly takes his inner leg measurements and makes notes on her little pad. 

Miguel's moves up against her as she reaches around him to measure his chest and there is no mistaking that what she feels is a huge erection pressing against her body. Shocked, she motions him to back off and he says "si senora," taking his sweet time backing away from her. 

Unabashed, Javier steps forward and without batting an eyelid, takes her hand and rubs it against his pulsating, protruding cockhead! She gasps and pulls her hand away, finishing her task and in the background, she hears The Mexican laugh and she turns and glares at him.

Tomas keeps his eyes on a spot above Mrs M's head as she slides her tape measure into place around his chest. She tries to ignore the fact that he too is saluting her and as she bends to measure his inner leg, she can't help but notice the bubbles of precum covering his throbbing cockhead. "My god she thinks, what is it with these Hispanics?", as she hurries to finish and move on to the last crazy!

Raul may be the baby of the group, but the only thing he is lacking in is years. She notices how very ripped his torso is and unhurriedly lets her hands wander over his chest, glancing closely at the tribal tattoo that covers his right pec as she moves down over a six-pack of steel. So engrossed in her measuring, she only notices that this boy has his hand inside his boxers and is stroking his fat cock when he rubs his silk-clad balls against the top of her head when she crouches down to take her last measurements! 

Slowly she gets up and walks away exasperated, flushed and shaken by this display of Mexican flesh that these boys were wielding. She consults her notepad, digs into the carton and calls each one as she hands them their coveralls and motions them towards the barn asking The Mexican to tell them to go and get dressed so that their work can commence. 

The coolness of the morning has evaporated as the sun burns on her. She heads off to the farmhouse to have a cold glass of white wine to quench the flames burning deep inside her.

Chapter 4

Inside the cool farmhouse, she heads to the fridge, pours the wine and then notices that the food supplies are low. She decides to make a list and head into town later, but she is still feeling unbearably hot and sticky and pads through to the bedroom to have a long, cool shower.

Opening her closet, she sifts through the clothes and decides on her black cotton mini dress, a pair of black cork wedges and some fresh black lacy underwear. Lord knows the ones she's wearing are sodden! She digs in the jewellery box searching for her gold hoop earrings, gold chain necklace and gold bangles which she lays out on the body. She switches on the shower taps, undresses quickly and stands under the cool jets of water, letting it cascade over her milk-white skin Grabbing the loofah and some body wash, she slowly rubs the suds all over her body, the feel of the sponge intensifying the prickles on her already over-sensitised skin. Hurriedly, she rinses her hair and body, switches off the taps and dries herself with a fluffy white towel, wrapping her head in it turban-style. She moves through to the bedroom, reaching for the roll-on deodorant. She slathers on body lotion and moisturiser and sits before the dresser carefully applying a light touch of powder, mascara and lip gloss. She dons her undies loving the feel of the lace against her body, then slips the black dress over her head and pulls it over her curves. Sitting on the bed, she ties the straps of her black wedges she stands in front of the mirror to blow-dry her long, dark hair. Clipping on the earrings and necklace, she twirls around checking that all is in place before moving through to the lounge to retrieve her purse and shopping list before heading to the barn to tell The Mexican that she's going into town for a while.

Treading carefully to avoid the holes, she sashays over to the barn calling The Mexican's name as she goes. She gets through the doorway, but can't see because the bright sunlight has blinded her so she moves deeper into the building. Towards the back of the barn, she is stopped in her tracks by the sight of a circle of Latino men, boxers around their ankles and cocks in hand all jerking off and good god, The Mexican is one of them!!!! She gasps loudly and 8 heads turn to her. 8 jaws drop to the floor as 8 pairs of eyes move over her body from the top of her head to the bottom of her wedge-heeled feet, the sexual tension is like electricity in the air as in unison, the 7 follow The Mexican towards her frozen form.

Stunned, she stands there watching them advance towards her. Dropping her bag, she tries to make a run for it, but the cork-heeled wedges get in the way and she sprawls face-first on the floor going absolutely nowhere. "Hot Momma, where do you think you're going?" The Mexican asks with a laugh. "These boys are a little flustered after undergoing your uniform requirements this morning and needed errrr....shall we say.....a little light relief from your torments, MILF." Struggling to get up and still hampered by the damn cork wedges, she starts to rise on all fours and her black minidress rides high up her white thighs, exposing a bit of lily white ass cheek and black lace thong. A roar of excitement goes up from the 7 as The Mexican directs Raul and Diego to help Mrs M out of her predicament. Without hesitation, they move forward, flip her over on to her back, grab her arms and half lift her, all the while stroking their fat cocks as the rest of the group shout their approval. Horrified, she shouts at The Mexican demanding him to tell these brutes to unhand her, but he himself is jerking off and she recognises that look in his eyes -- the look that means trouble....deep sexual trouble! 

Chapter 5

Undeterred by his non-help, Mrs M starts lashing out with those cork wedges trying to kick her captors, but she can't reach them and The Mexican says something in Spanish to Javier and Carlos which she doesn't understand and with a purposeful look on their faces, they stride over left hands on cocks, right hands reaching to grab her kicking feet. She squeals and tries to evade their strong grasp, but it is futile, she is tethered by 4 Latinos and there is nothing that she can do other than twist and turn her body, which sends that minidress riding up higher and higher to her waist displaying her black thong covered pussy. For a moment, cheeky Javier releases his cock and reaches out to shove his hand under her thong, but recoils when The Mexican barks something at him in Spanish, the look on his face is momentarily murderous, but then it fades into a boyish grin as he steps forward and invites his 3 other henchmen to do the same.

Mortified at being held down spread-eagled, she shouts obscenities at him and he threatens to gag her if she doesn't keep quiet. Not caring about his threats, she continues to curse at him and in one swoop he is over her. Grabbing her by her hair, which he twists around his arm, he shoves his brown, swollen cock between those glossy lips and shuts her up. Her eyes grow wide, as she gags on the 11 inches of meat that she is being force-fed, punishment for daring to scream at The Mexican. While he fucks her mouth , Tomas , Miguel and Juan edge in closer for a better look, jerking their red angry-looking cocks, mouthing off what sounds like some sort of encouragement to The Mexican who is mastering her. Done chastising her, he withdraws his throbbing cock and stands up, just as Raul lets go of her left arm and grabs his cock with both hands, jerking like a mad man. With a loud moan, a jet of cum streams from him hitting her square on the cheek and neck, even The Mexican is surprised. As the last drops drip onto her, The Mexican high 5s Raul and Mrs M wipes the cum from her cheek with the back of her hand, which she moves across her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick it. 

Horrified at her own reaction, she wriggles trying to break free from Diego's grasp, but it is futile. Diego drags her to her feet as the Javier and Carlos loose her ankles. The Mexican moves in behind her as Diego keeps her subdued and pulls down the zipper of that dress. Freeing it from her shoulders, he shoves it down and it falls to the floor where he commands her to step out of it and knowing that she is outnumbered, she lifts those cork wedges and kicks her dress into the hay bales. 

Surrounded by 8 naked brown bodies, cocks pointing to the sky, she stands there in her lacy bra, thong and wedges, the blackness of her lingerie stark against the pale white skin. Murmuring something inaudible, Miguel steps forward and with his strong brown fingers reaches out and teases her nipples through the lace, rolling and pinching them until they peak. She struggles to stifle a moan, but her body's reaction betrays her and spurred on by this sight, Tomas sidles up behind her, big bull cock throbbing and rubs it up and down her ass crack, making her squirm. From the corners of her eyes, she sees movement and in a flash Juan and Carlos are there, rubbing their fat cocks up against her hips and curvy thighs...she is surrounded by hot, Mexican meat and the heat in the barn is about to set those hay bales blazing, as Miguel reaches down and caresses her clitoris through the lace, not straying past the fabric, as The Mexican warns him not to in a low and menacing tone.




The MILF and The Mexican



Burning with passion, she reaches back and undoes her bra dropping it to the floor and Miguel's mouth fastens on to her nipple like a baby suckling. They circle of desire grows wider with all 8 closing in on her. She pushes her thong down and steps out of it, as 8 cocks surround her, as she feels their heat against her cool, white skin. She reaches out and grabs Miguel who is front of her, taking his cock in her hands and teasing its head at the entrance of her pussy....so near, yet so far. He moans and bites her nipple hard, making her squeak and she jerks his cock hard and he erupts all over her belly, as Tomas rubs his dick up and down her ass crack, parting her cheeks and unloading on the dimples in her lower back before falling to his knees, spent and weak. 

The Mexican moves in behind her and she feels him running his fingers down her spine, making her shiver and then a sharp sting as he slaps her ass hard, making her cry out. With his left hand he slides 2 fingers inside of her and with his right, he smacks down on those ass cheeks -- smack, slide in, smack, slide out, smack, slide in, smack slide out, thumb grazing her clit, bent over from the waist as he fingers fucks her, peaking, she cums, squealing and bucking wildly and Javier sees his opportunity and unloads his stream of steamy semen right into her open mouth!

Chapter 6

Naked and spent she falls to the hay covered floor, eyes shut, exhausted as Juan and Carlos admire her red painted toes in those damn cork wedges. Kneeling down, Juan kisses and nibbles her toes and ankles, his hand wrapped around his cock, as Carlos watches and jerks. Juan gets braver and his mouth moves up her calf and across her lily white thigh, and up to her belly....wary of The Mexican he knows he must not stray too close to the forbidden territory, and he licks at her skin drinking in the saltiness. His caramel coloured skin warm against her whiteness. Carlos drops to his knees and follows Juan's lead as both assault Mrs M with their hot brown tongues rousing her from her sleepiness. 

Seeing a gap, Raul moves in, his mouth snaking across her breasts and latching onto her nipples...first one, then the other. His brown hand tightly clutching his cock, as his greedy mouth tugs and pulls on her rose-pink nipples. Three dark heads moving together, one across her naked breasts and two flicking their tongues across her naked belly making her skin crawl with delicious sensations. Moaning, she opens her legs wide exposing her pink, swollen lips, dripping with her juices and The Mexican moves between her knees, grabs her ass, lifting her off the ground and with a huge thrust, slides his pulsating brown cock deep inside of her making her gasp. He's buries himself deep inside her, as Juan and Carlos tongue-fuck her belly button, sucking and licking while The Mexican thrusts and drives. Two Mexican cocks rub against her thighs, one Mexican cock rubs against her tits and the huge Mexican cock fills her insides over as she bucks and moves beneath him screaming to be fucked hard. His balls slap hard against that white ass, the sound cracking off the barn walls. Carlos , Juan and Raul jerk violently spilling their loads on her thighs and tits as The Mexican grunts and slams into her cervix so hard her teeth chatter and she screeches in pain and pleasure, her pussy tightening around his cock as he spurts deep inside of her...pump, pump, pump...spilling his seed, as exhausted, he falls on top of her. 

Spent, Mrs M and the 4 brown bodies lay motionless on the hay, while 3 sets of huge brown eyes watch in wonder, licking their lips, seeing a chance.....

Pushing the exhausted brown bodies out of their way with their feet, Miguel, Javier and Diego kneel next to Mrs M. Miguel and Javier on each side and Diego shoving his way in next to her head. Diego lifts her head cradling her neck in the crook of his arm and lays his big brown cock against her cheek, dick-slapping her gently to rouse her from her semi-comatose state. Miguel and Javier grab her hands and press their throbbing cocks into her palms closing those around their meat, moving her hands up and down, coaxing her to wakefulness. Exhausted, The Mexican sleeps between her thighs, head resting on her stomach as Diego probes her pink lips with the purple head of his monstrous cock. 

Rousing from her sleepiness, her lips part and Diego snakes his way through those swollen lips and into her warm, inviting mouth, easing in slowly so as not to scare her. Almost robotically, her hands move rhythmically along the erect cocks in her hands, up and down, thumbs pausing to massage the rims, index finger probing the weeping eyes as Diego grows bigger in her mouth, pulling back and shoving his cock deep into her mouth making her gag and splutter. Shaken into wakefulness, her eyes widen in horror when she sees its Diego's cock down her throat, but he glances down at the sleeping Mexican, places a finger on his lips and motions for her to be quiet. Unable to move, she finds herself at the mercy of the dark, dangerous Mexican thug, who is pushing his dick down her throat and directing her to continue jerking his buddies off as she has unconsciously been doing. He withdraws his cock until the head is just inside her lips and then thrusts shoving it deep inside, making her gag. Release and thrust, release and thrust until her lips feel raw and then, as if by instinct, her mouth tightens around him and her tongue presses against his shaft as she sucks and licks him.

As the pressure inside her mouth grows, her hands tighten around the two pulsating, purple-headed cocks in her grasp. 3 sets of Latino hips thrust and gyrate, as she milks them with her mouth and hands. She knows she shouldn't have any other cock in her mouth other than The Mexican's -- not even that white husband of hers -- but she is beyond caring as she chokes on the meaty flesh, spluttering and gagging as her eyes water and juices drip from her chin and French manicured fingers. Growling like a pack of wolves and as if on cue, the 3 Latinos shudder and moan as they release there semen in Mrs M's rosebud mouth and all over her pretty white hands, tainting up that 18ct wedding band of hers.....the Latinos still in the last throes of their orgasms as The Mexican comes awake and realises what has happened......a murderous look appears in his eyes and he pushes the thugs off her and slaps Mrs M once, hard across the face.

Chapter 7

"Bitch," he shouts at her and slaps her again "didn't I tell you that no-one goes in any of your holes, but me, huh?" Enraged he shouts a torrent of abuse at dark Diego, who seems unfazed and leans against the doorway, chewing on a piece of straw whilst the others watch with quizzical looks on their faces.

"Do you know what happens to white bitches that defy me?" he says grabbing a handful of her hair and twisting her over onto her stomach "well you are about to find out, Mrs M and it is going to be a lesson that you'll never forget!"

He grabs a cherry switch from the wall and commands her to get on her knees with her face down in the hay. She turns her head about to argue, but sees how livid he is and buries her nose in the straw obeying him, He stands behind her swinging the switch in the air and then lays a short sharp blow across both ass cheeks, leaving a thin pink weal. In surprise and shock she squeaks and tries covering her butt with her hands, but he pushes those out of the way and lays another blow across that white butt, punishing the MILF for daring to disobey him. She's squeaking like a mouse and he lays that switch twice more and watches as lily white ass turns pink and white like an ice-cream sundae. Dropping the switch, he kneels behind her, rubbing those wheals and telling her what a bad, bad momma she is for not listening and how he needs to teach her not to put other men's dicks in her holes. 

His spits in his hand, spreads it over his erect cock, parts those pink-tinged ass cheeks and probes her booty hole with that mean-looking strawberry-headed cock before pulling back and thrusting hard and deep, making her scream as the pain of him filling rips through her body. Her whimpering and moaning have no effect as he pushes hard, drilling deeply into her. She tries to pull away, but he has her firmly by the hips and his massive cock is boring a hole right to her heart as he pushes her shit, making her scream. She squirms and writhes and he reaches down, finding her clit, kneading it as he pile drives her. Her whimpering changes tone, she's panting and wheezing, he thrusts his cock and pulls on that clit feeling the wetness pooling between her legs, driven by rage and desire he fucks that ass, tearing into the 49 year old, married, mother of 4, white MILF...triumphantly knowing that he has owned her he withdraws his cock completely, hears her moan "oh fuck, nooooo......" as he shoots all over those candy-striped ass cheeks...not letting her cum...

7 wide-eyed Latinos make a grab for their boxers and back out of the barn...unwilling to face the wrath of The Mexican...this time... 



The MILF Club



Jane, Beth, Sandy and Liz were the core members of a group of stay at home mothers who got together frequently for coffee. They jokingly called themselves the MILF Club. We find them in Beth's kitchen on a school day morning for their usual chat focussed on child behaviour, husbands, and cheesecake recipes. The always ended up talking about sexual issues but on this particular day it ended up taking their entire time. 

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Jane winced a little and sat down carefully on a kitchen chair.

"Haemorrhoids or did you and your husband have a bit of back door action last night?" Liz asked.

"Thanks Liz, we can always rely on you for a subtle and sensitive question," Jane replied, "If you must know hubby has been bothering me for ages and I let him in the back way last night"

"Are you OK?" asked Sandy, "You might as well give us a blow by blow account; we'll get it out of you anyway."

"I will be fine in a couple of days, there's no permanent damage, I'm not sure what's worse the pain or the leakage."

"You probably weren't doing something right, unless he's hung like a stallion," Beth said, "My sister went to someone who trained her to accept the biggest cocks out there."

"Very funny, there's no such thing as a personal trainer for your ass," Liz insisted."

"Well actually there is, he does relaxation massage and hypnotism mainly but a few of his clients add ass training to their sessions." Beth replied, "And if you didn't believe the first part you are going to have trouble imagining that he has the world's thinnest dick; it's used used in the therapy sessions, and that's true too."

Liz said, "Well I wouldn't go to an ass trainer who does hypnotism, you could wake up in emergency with a vibrating XXXL butt plug up there deep."

"This guy is legitimate and very professional, "Beth insisted, "I have his phone number if anyone is interested. There's hardly a partner out there who is not begging for backdoor lovin'."

Sandy hadn't demonstrated a lot of interest in the day's discussion and had been quiet most of the time. She made a point of not writing down the masseur's phone number but had glanced at it and had it memorized. On the way home she thought she might have found a way to spice up her love life but a huge number of conflicting thoughts raced through her mind.

She dialled the number, spoke to Jake, and asked about massage and hypnotism. Jake explained that the hypnotism was a form of relaxation and his clients remained aware throughout the session. He had a cancellation at ten the following morning if Sandy wanted it. 

Sandy agreed but had a sleepless night pondering her decision. The following day she arrived at a large two story house, with a single story office annexe, in an old neighbourhood. She approached the annexe nervously and Jake opened the door before she could reach for the bell.

Jake was middle aged, mid height, shaved head, very fit, looking like someone who spent time in a gym. 

The annexe contained a reception area, treatment room and bathroom all freshly decorated and no expense had been spared on the furnishings.

He took Sandy to a pair of matching arm chairs and they both sat down, he said "We didn't speak at length of the phone; please tell me what I can do for you."

Sandy thought that a relaxation massage would be fine for a first visit; she was a bit worried about the hypnotism. 

"You are not going to be asked to do anything you don't want to do, you can ask me to stop at any time, I will ask before moving to another procedure and if you are at all unhappy you can have all your money back and leave."

There's a third aspect to your therapy too, I think," said Sandy, "This is so embarrassing I might have been given the wrong information?"

"Ah... yes, many ladies come to be because they feel unable to perform a certain sexual act, are we on the right wavelength?"

"Anal sex, there it is," Sandy blurted out. "My husband doesn't know that I tried it with a few boyfriends before I met him and each try was a disaster. He doesn't know I'm here either. I have always avoided it with him but I know he would like to try."

"Let's get a massage started and see where it leads. I will stress again every move will be approved by you and you can stop, change, slow down or leave if you want to."

Sandy went to the bathroom to undress and came back with a towel wrapped round her. 

"I think we're ready," said Jake, "Lay face down and keep the towel over you for now."

Jake massaged her upper back and then skipped over the towel and worked on her legs and feet. It was an excellent massage.

He said," I suppose you heard about my thin penis, I hope this isn't a shock to you but it's usually the first thing prospective clients hear about."

"Yes, do you actually have sex with clients?"

"Much more than ninety percentage of my clients only come for massage and/or hypnotism. The first time a woman tries anal sex is almost bound to be a problem that is a set-up for further problems. The body tenses up when it senses trouble and it's very difficult to reprogram."

"At school and camp I was always called "pencil dick" which hurt me a lot at the time. I eventually found a way to use my special feature to help others. Using my "little fellow" plus special lubricants and techniques, I can penetrate without causing pain. It reprograms the brain, muscles and nerves. After one to three sessions most find that they can perform as desired. They will note a little more fullness when they take in a normal sized penis but their brain doesn't go in to a subconscious panic mode and tighten up the works to repel invaders."

He went on, "You don't have to do this, it's your choice."

"Sandy said, I'm still a bit scared but you are making me very comfortable, let's continue."

Jake asked permission to remove the towel and he massaged the areas previously missed, then asked Sandy to turn over. 

Sandy looked good naked on the massage table. Her five-four height made her look quite delicate on the long table. Her shoulder length blonde hair was highlighted by the overhead lights. Her breasts were not large but perfectly formed and her body did not hint that she had two children. They talked about hypnotism which Jake explained was occurring through the soft, repetitive music and his massage techniques. 

"Well, shall we do a little work on what you called the third aspect of my treatment? You don't have to; we can forget the idea or leave it for another time."

Sandy surprised herself by saying she was ready. Jake went off to a shelf unit in the corner; Sandy appeared to be staring at the ceiling with her eyes half closed. Jake didn't realize she was actually watching him. He had a condom and lube in one hand, and was building an erection with the other.

"Get over here, I will help you with that," Sandy said, surprising herself for the umpteenth time in less than 24 hours.

"You really want to, no one has ever offered before, you are supposed to be relaxing."

"That is such a cute little willy I have to see and hold it."

Jake got close enough for Sandy to give him a hand job. He cupped his hands over her breasts, leaned forward and kissed her briefly on the lips.

"You always use a condom for penetration? I want to take it in my mouth, I don't mean to be rude but it's quite safe?"

"Always for anal sex, even for my wife who incidentally loves it."

Sandy gave his penis a good sucking and when she surfaced for air, she said, "I never thought I would be able to swallow a whole one, I thought it was cute when I first saw it but it's beautiful. Let's go to the main menu now."

Jake said the next part normally took place with the client face down but he thought that Sandy might like to stay on her back, knees raised, bottom at the very end of the table.

Sandy got in to position and Jake lubed her ass. He explained that some people recommend dildos and butt plugs for butt training but nothing beat his way of doing things.

"First," Sandy said, "Please put it in my vagina, I'm sure that will help".

Sandy thought the "needle dick" didn't do much for her vagina but it certainly helped her build momentum towards the big event that was about to begin.

Jake asked for permission and switched holes. Sandy felt comfortable but excited, so much so that she fingered her clitoris and the areas between the outer and inner labia.

"If you have a hand to spare, I'll rub one side of my vagina and you can do the other side."

They worked in unison on the stroking and from time to time Jake inserted a finger in to her vagina.

Jake exploded in to the condom and withdrew, "How do you feel about that?"

"I have never felt better and I'm looking forward to introducing my husband to a whole new form of entertainment."

"I have certainly broke some new ground today and probably broken every rule in the ethics manual but I loved it, said Jake, "Might we repeat this one day?"

"I have had a wonderful time and I appreciate every aspect of your talents and services and I have enough fantasy and memories to last me half a lifetime but there's my husband to consider, so maybe not."

"Will you be sending your girlfriends along with a recommendation?"

"Well... you know what happens, you tell just one trustworthy friend and they tell just one trustworthy friend and by the weekend you might as well have taken out a two page ad in the local newspaper. I might admit to them that I had a good massage and let them figure out the rest for themselves."

They kissed at the door but Sandy was already preoccupied with planning an early night with her husband.



The MILF Experience



At twenty six, I had worked in the maintenance department of the office building for something like eight years. It was a go nowhere kind of job, but no one really bothered me, and I was more or less my own boss. The tenants of the building ranged from travel agents, to wholesalers, and even one attorney. None of which were very interesting people as far as I was concerned.

All but one...

About a month ago, a woman who was an interior decorator moved in and set up shop. She was as unlike the rest of the tenants as night is from day. I had no idea of her real age, but I figured that she was somewhere in the age neighborhood of my mother! Short, well styled, absolutely silver hair framed a still attractive face with piercing blue eyes, and a smile that was totally dazzling. The real thing about her was her build. Well dressed in a conservative manner, she still had the body of a twenty year old which surprised the hell out of me. Curvy, full breasted, with legs that from what I could see which wasn't much, seemed to be truly incredible. 

I hadn't run into Mrs. Nance very often, and then, it was only a nod and a 'hello', so it sort of surprised me that one day, there was a message on my machine to come by her office. Of course, I hurried right up. After knocking on the door, I entered as she said, "Come in?"

Seeing her standing behind a work table dressed in a form fitting beige blouse and a snug fitting charcoal gray skirt, I said "Hi Mrs. Nance...what can I help you with?"

"There seems to be a light burned out up here..." she said with a smile, pointing upwards to a light fixture. "Think you could change that bulb for me?"

"Sure thing! No problem at all." I said, then added, "Let me run down to the shop and get you a new one. I'll be right back."

On the way back from the shop, a new fluorescent bulb clutched in my hand, I thought that this was really some kind of woman! Even at her age, she was far and away the best looking woman in the building, not to mention the sexiest! "Woman could make a fuckin' rock sweat!" I said softly as I walked up the hallway towards her office.

Knocking, I went ahead and entered, seeing her still behind the work table. I saw a stool over to one side, and indicating it, asked, "Mind if I use this?"

"Help yourself Jeff...just be careful and don't fall." She said, flashing me that dazzling smile once again which caused a certain rise in my blood pressure. 

As I drug it over into position, I took another good long look at her, and noticed that she wasn't wearing any kind of wedding ring or anything like that. Unwillingly, I turned my attention back to changing the light, and climbed up on the stool. 

Quickly, I had the cover off the light fixture, and was in the process of fitting the new bulb into place when I got a little off balance and stumbled a bit. Almost instantly, Mrs. Nance was beside me, her hands on my thigh steadying me. Just the touch of her hands had a very erotic effect on me, and I could feel my cock beginning to swell in my tight jeans, and hoped she wouldn't notice. 

Her hands felt incredibly good on my leg, even through my jeans! Warm and soft. I looked down at her, and saw a strange sort of look on her face, but didn't attribute it to anything until she started to rub her hands gently up and down my leg! That most certainly had an effect on me! She continued as I fumbled with the light tube until her hands were stopping no more than two inches below where my cock was pressing down the leg of my jeans! I was nearly going nuts as she kept this up, but finally, I managed to get the light in place, and step down off the stool. "There you go Mrs. Nance. That should do it for you."

"Thank you Jeff. I appreciate that a lot." She said, smiling again.

"No problem. If you have any other problems, just let me know." I answered her with a smile of my own. 

I headed on back to the shop, all the time wondering if what had just happened, really happened, and if it meant what I thought it did! I just didn't know. Could have been perfectly innocent, but then on the other hand...

Several hours later, I was working at my workbench when the phone rang. I picked it up, and lo and behold, it was Mrs. Nance!

"Jeff... Jean Nance." Came her smooth sexy voice through the receiver, the sound of it leaving me just a little bit weak in the knees. "I was wondering if you could help me out a little this evening?"

"This evening?" I questioned.

"Yes. I've got a few things around my condo that need a little manly attention, and I was wondering if I might talk you into coming over this evening." She stated in that sultry voice.

Now knowing that I didn't have a damn thing planned for this evening other than watching television with a six pack of beer, it didn't take me too long at all to agree! She gave me the address, and said, "Wonderful Jeff. I'll see you around seven then."

I lamely muttered something, and hung up the phone, standing there with my hand on it for several minutes, pinching myself occasionally to see if I were dreaming.

I'd cleaned up at my apartment, and put on fresh clothes. Right at seven o'clock, I rang her doorbell, and stood there waiting. I didn't have very long to wait at all! The door swung open, and there she stood! Vastly different from what I'd seen earlier in the day, but even more attractive! Mrs. Nance wore a white button front, very fitted blouse, this one worn unbuttoned to just below her jutting breasts! Through the gaping material, I could see no sign of a bra, and the thrust of her nipples against the material told me that I really wasn't seeing things! 

I couldn't stop my eyes from running over her form which brought the second shock of the evening, her skirt! This wasn't like the one she'd worn to work at all. In fact, I wondered if such a short little thing could even be called a skirt! The black, tight skirt ended just a couple inches below where I guessed her pussy to be, and exposed a fantastic amount of incredible legs! She worn high heels, and sheer4 dark stockings that went up under her skirt, but nevertheless showed off her full calves, and incredibly muscular, tapering thighs! My mouth instantly started to water, and once again, I could feel the tightness growing in my crotch! There was just no way I could deny what was going on here, and it was really hard to keep a smile off my face.

"Come on in Jeff! Make yourself at home." Mrs. Nance said, once again flashing that brilliant dazzling smile at me. I could feel myself melting.

I hefted my toolbox, and stepped through the open door way, detecting a whiff of some perfume as I passed close to her. "What kinds of jobs do you have for me this evening Mrs. Nance?" I asked, stopping in the living room of the condo.

"Oh please Jeff, call me Jean. The 'Mrs. Nance' isn't at all necessary." She said, brushing past me. "Come on back in the kitchen. Most of what needs to be done is there."

I followed her into the kitchen, unable to take my eyes off her muscular ass as she walked in front of me. Once there, she pointed out a couple small things, and one problem under the sink. Her disposal wasn't working quite right.

I lay down on my back and scooted up under the sink, seeing what the problem was right off. I grabbed a couple of tools from my box, and was in the process of solving that problem when I heard her ask, "Would you like some coffee Jeff? Or a drink maybe?"

I glanced out from under the sink, then stopping, just plain stared! She was sort of squatting down to talk to me, her legs a little apart giving me an unobstructed view up under her skirt! The thing that really blew me away was that she was wearing thigh top stockings, without any panties! I had a clear view of her sweetly shaven cunt, and I knew that there was no way this could be an 'accident'!

It was plane as day that she knew damn well what a view she was giving me, and she made no effort to either shift her position, or to close her legs! She just stayed right there, putting herself totally on display for me!

I loved it.

It was a bitch fixing the disposal by feel, but I wasn't about to avert my eyes! Hell, I couldn't! I'd read about things like this in Penthouse, but I never in a million years thought that anything like this would ever happen to me! Especially with a woman like her! 

The more I looked, the more I wanted to look! I'm just human, and there was no way in the world I could keep my cock from getting rock hard in the tightness of my jeans which was completely obvious to her! 

"There seems to be a bit of a problem here." She said smoothly, her silky voice rolling over me like warm water.

"Problem?" I asked from under the sink.

"Yeah, this." She said, openly laying her hand on my bulging hard cock! "This looks like a job for me."

Her fingers caressed the length of my shaft through my jeans, her touch sending little shivers of excitement shooting through me from head to toe. She grasped it, squeezing lightly, but firmly enough for me to feel clear down to my insteps.

I gave up all pretense of doing anything else under the sink.

Smiling, a knowing look in her eyes, she said, "There's another problem up in the bedroom that needs some taking care of Jeff."

I got to my feet, and she reached out and took my hand, leading me through the condo and up the stairs to the second floor. The view of her shapely legs and ass right in front of me kept me on the verge of blowing my top, and as she led me into the softly lit bedroom, she turned into my arms, pressing herself against me as her open lips sought out mine.

Her tongue worked its way between my lips as my arms came up around her. I could feel the warmth of her flesh through the thinness of her blouse, and feel the heaviness of her breasts pressing into me through my tee shirt. My prick was about to burst in my jeans! I don't think I'd ever been so turned on in my life!

Her lips were soft yet demanding as she worked her mouth on mine, her tongue dancing in my mouth. Her arms tightened around my neck, her fingernails playing lightly in the short hair at the back of my neck, her midsection grinding into my loins. Her hands tugged at my tee shirt, drawing it up and off. Once again, her mouth came down on mine, this time, the heat of her breasts was amazing as she pressed them against me! I let my hands roam up and down the smooth, firm curves of her back, just to the outward swell of her hips. Even now, I was afraid to go too fast and maybe scare her off!

Jean stepped back, and before I could even think about it, she'd opened her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, and had unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles! Nude except for her long sheer stockings and high heels, she moved back against me once again. As our mouths worked together, I let my hands trail down her back and over her hips until I was holding one smooth firm globe of her asscheeks in my hands. As I pressed her even closer, kneading her flesh, I could hear her moan softly into my mouth in response.

Her fingers found my belt and opened it, then she unzipped my jeans and spread the material apart. She pushed the material down over my hips, then quickly dropped to her knees in front of me, pulling them, and my shoes, off over my feet. Looking up at me, a smile on her face, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my jockey's and pulled them down too! My hard cock sprang up right in front of her face, bringing another smile to her lips as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft!

"Oh God." I moaned, trying to maintain some sort of control over the situation. "This is too much!"

Jean leaned forward a bit and kissed the rounded knob of my prick, her open lips taking a little suck at the same time. It felt like someone had plugged me in to a wall socket! 

Quickly, she stood, and walking backwards, pulled me with her to the bed. We fell across the covers in a tangle of arms, legs, and searching mouths. I don't remember just how, but I would up between her legs, and instantly, my cock found its way between the puffy lips of her cunt, and in one long plunge, eased its way to the hilt in her incredibly tight pussy! I couldn't believe it. She had the cunt of a twenty year old! Tight, wet, extremely hot and juicy, her pussy clutched at me like the proverbial warm, wet glove!

Already feeling the need to cum badly, I nevertheless began moving. Back and forth, I stroked my cock into her. Each stroke feeling like a tight ring was around my shaft! I tried to concentrate on kissing her, sucking on her tongue, anything to keep my mind off what was going on below. It was no use. Already, I could feel the hot cum entering the base of my shaft, threatening to explode long before I was wanting it to! I groaned and said, "Oh shit...not now!"

"Its okay baby. Let it come. Give it to me. There's plenty of time." Jean whispered, running her tongue into my ear at the same time.

Her nyloned legs came up around me, clutching me to her as she arched her body up to meet mine. Every stroke I took was returned by the lovely silver haired woman beneath me as I sought to control myself. 

It was no use. I could literally feel myself pass that point of no return, and I pounded against her, unable to do anything else as I sought my own release! I quickly hooked my arms beneath her knees and lifted her legs, driving them back against her, pounding my cock even deeper into her willing cunt! Jean twisted and lunged beneath me as she sought to thrust herself up to meet my invading cock. My balls slapped against her lower ass cheeks; I raised myself on my arms, looking down at her face which was screwed up in passion. Just as I totally lost it, my hot sperm exploding from the piss slit in the head of my cock, Jean exploded with her own powerful orgasm! I could feel her body convulse beneath me, her pussy spasmed, tightened and releasing rhythmically as she milked me unashamedly of my juices! Again and again, I exploded within the clutching confines of her eager pussy, drenching it with my jism. Feelings the like of which I'd seldom experienced roared through me; bright lights flashing in my brain as I empties myself into her.

Jean's mouth was wide open as she was caught up in her own orgasm. I found myself hoping that her's was as good as mine although I had no real way of knowing. From the look on her face, it seemed like it was. Her body was thrashing and plunging under me, her nails digging into the flesh of my arms as she was overwhelmed with passion. Like animals, we strove and shoved against each other, each seeking, and finding, our own pleasure time and again!

Finally, we both lay still, breathing heavily from the exertions, holding on to each other. Finally, I eased myself off of her and collapsed onto the bed beside her. My mind was still awhirl with the wonder of this encounter. I honestly didn't know where to go next with all this.

Jean snuggled against me, her arm over my stomach, one lovely leg thrown over mine, stroking her nylon covered thigh along my skin. Holding her close, my fingers trailing over her satiny flesh, I said, "You are something else."

"So are you. So are you." She said, not lifting her head to speak. "I knew that when I saw you the other day."

"So, you've been planning this then?" I asked, smoothing my hand over the curve of her back.

"Well of course!" she said with a little laugh. "Ever since I saw you in the parking lot. I knew I wanted you then."

"I'm glad this happened then. I really am." I said, still wondering a little if this could possibly be a dream. A very wet dream.

Jean kissed my chest, then let her tongue run out over one of my nipples, nipping it with her white teeth just a little which sent further little shooting spasms roaring through me.

Slowly, she began kissing lower and lower. She dipped her tongue into my navel, twirling it around a moment before moving even lower! Again, I could feel my cock stiffening, wondering if she were really going to suck me off! 

I needent have worried.

Little by litter, Jean moved downwards until she was moving her kissing lips through the upper fringes of my pubic hair. I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my head, knowing I wanted to watch this. I never got tired of seeing a woman with her lips wrapped tightly around my cock, her cheeks bloating as she sucked it deep.

I let my legs drift apart in silent invitation as the lovely older woman slowly worked her way down one side of my pubic mound, then down around my balls! She was clearly taking her own sweet time with this which had always been a fantasy for me. So many girls my age, while they would suck a guy's cock, made it quite clear that they were doing the guy a "favor". Not Jean. Clearly, she enjoyed what she was doing!

I reached my hand down, slipping it under her and cupping one of her large firm breasts. I could feel the nipple stiffen against my warm palm as I slowly massaged it, marveling at the fullness of her. Lightly, I pinched her nipple, hearing her moan with delight as she pressed her lips to the base of my prick, kissing and tonguing the thick vein there. I was in heaven! There was almost nothing I loved more than having my cock sucked, and Jean was a real pro at it! Her lips were feather soft as they worked their way up the underside of my shaft, nipping, sucking at me before she finally slipped her mouth over the head of my cock, taking the rounded knob between her lips.

Slowly, she pushed downwards, keeping her lips tight around me. Eagerly, she gobbled my meat, pushing it all the way to the back of her mouth, then to my surprise, forcing it down her throat! I'd never been "deep throated" before in my life, and the effect of it was unreal! The tight confines were threatening to bring me off again, and I had other plans besides that! 

She lifted her head some as I tugged on her, indicating that I wanted her to swap ends. To do a sixty-nine with me. As if this were the most commonplace thing in the world, Jean positioned herself over me, one knee on either side of my head, her sweet bare cunt right above my face! My hands stroked the roundness of her hips as I pulled her down to my lips. Gently, I let the flat of my tongue run up and down the outsides of her cunt lips, teasing her, building her higher and higher all the time. 

I could hear her moans of delight as she pressed her cunt into my face, her mouth never losing contact with my cock as she sucked happily away at it! I lapped at the wetness of her, taking her juices into my mouth; savoring the taste of her! Her sweet shaven cunt pressed against my mouth insistently as I flicked my tongue out to lap around the hard nubbin of her erect clitoris! Jean went a little bit nuts at that, her cries of delight filling the bedroom. My hands were stroking her nyloned thighs, loving the feel of the slick material almost as much as that of her firm flesh!

More responsive than any woman I'd ever been with, Jean responded eagerly to my oral caresses. I sucked her clit into my mouth, closing my lips around it and sucking strongly on it. I licked, lapped and nursed at her, devouring her as best I could! I parted my teeth and sucked the bud of hard flesh between them, letting it scrape on the enamel of my teeth! She went off in spasms as she began cumming and cumming and cumming some more! It was almost enough to trigger me, but I'd been so engrossed in what I was doing that my own sensations, while still there, had calmed down somewhat. Again and again, Jean responded to me, her body shaking against mine as she let herself go totally! 

Finally, after I don't know how many orgasms, I relented, and while I didn't stop sucking her pussy, I did ease off and let her come back down to earth. To my surprise, and delight, I felt her fingers begin to toy with and stroke my ass crack! This was something younger women just didn't do, and it thrilled me to no end! Her talented fingers roamed up and down my crack, teasing and stroking, running in small circles around the puckered opening of my ass.




The MILF Experience



Two could play this game, I thought as I reached up and cupped the rounded mounds of her ass! I began copying her motions, running my fingers into her rear cleavage, stroking up and down her sensitive channel again and again.

Jean suddenly pressed the ball of her finger directly to my asshole, pushing against the tightness. I followed suit, and did the same thing to her which brought a deep, guttural moan from her. As she continued to suck at my cock, working her lips up and down with a wet, feather softness, she pressed inwards, shooting her finger deep into my rectal channel! The effect was incredible! I felt alternately full and empty as she stroked her finger in and out of me, all the time mouthing my cock, taking it deep into her mouth again.

I followed her lead, and pushed one finger deep into her bowels. I thought she was going to go crazy right then and there! It was all I could do to hold her in place, now lapping the flat of my tongue the full length of her dripping slit as I continued to probe her asshole! We were squirming against each other like there was no tomorrow! Each of us had a mouthful of the other's flesh, and each of us had a digit buried in the other's most sensitive area! It was fantastic!

Again, I could feel the pressure inside me as the cum churned in my balls, seeking release!

Quickly, to my surprise, Jean pulled away from me. She lifted her lips from my cock, and pulled her ass away from my questing finger! She spun around, coming to her feet on the bed. She placed one foot on either side of my hips, and facing me, she began to lower herself! Her hand gripped my rigid cock, guiding it. With nothing but her hand touching me, she lowered her hips once again. I thought she was going to put my cock back in her pussy, but that wasn't her intention at all! 

She guided the rounded head of my cock directly to her asshole!

Never in my life had I ever had anal sex before. I'd dreamed of it, thinking that it probably would never happen to me, but, here it was!

Jean sank down, pushing my prick through the tight ring of her sphincter, and into the hot, clinging depths of her unbelievably tight ass! I couldn't believe it! My mind was whirling with the impact of my first anal fuck! It was like nothing I'd ever felt before in my life! So hot. So tight. Jean settled her weight on my loins, taking every inch of me inside her ass. Her hands were flat on my chest for balance, her eyes were closed. Slowly, she began moving up and down, stroking my meat in and out of her body. I nearly died from the pure pleasure of it! Faster and faster, she pumped up and down, taking me to the very depths of her with ever stroke! I felt like my cock was going to burst; my mind was still reeling!

"Fuck me. Fuck my ass!" Jean cried into the dimness of the bedroom.

Even though I was on the very verge of shooting my load, I tried. I really did! I fought to gain control, but it was a useless battle. She was just too hot; too tight! The feelings were way too intense as she squeezed me with her asshole! I felt like my cock was in a vise as she tightened around me again and again! It was almost like someone pulling at me with her every movement. 

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum! I can't hold it!" I wailed as I felt myself slipping further and further towards the inevitable.

"Do it! Do it baby! Cum in my ass!" she nearly screamed as she pounded down on me again. "Fill my ass with it! Shoot me full of cum!"

Hot semen raced up my shaft and exploded into her. My cockhead swelled. My prick throbbed. My balls contracted as again and again, creamy cum was blasted up her sweet asshole!

"I feel it. I feel it!" Jean cried as her own body began to shake and spasm once again as she began her own orgasm! I felt her pussy gushing against my mons as she came over and over, her face twisted with the power of her climax. My hands dug into the sides of her hips as she milked my shaft inside her, holding me deep, her sphincter tight around the very base of my cock. She had every inch of it inside her as she rode out both her climax and mine, leaving us both withered for the moment.

She collapsed on top of me, my cock slowly deflating and slipping with a soft "plop" from her stretched anus. Holding me, her face buried in my neck, my arms around her, we both drifted off for a few moments, trying to regain ourselves, trying to cope with the power of what had just happened with us.

Coming back to my senses, I glanced at the bedside clock and saw that about thirty minutes had passed. Jean was curled against me, sperm leaking from both her pussy and asshole. I still couldn't believe that something, anything like this, was really happening to me, but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth! This was one hell of a woman, no matter what her age was, and I knew it. She was so unlike the girls I'd been dating. So much better. So much of everything!

The rest of the night was almost a blue of intensity. Jean and I were at each other in every way I certainly had ever heard of! We fucked ourselves silly, she sucked me off, drinking my cum eagerly several times! Once, with her kneeling on the side of the bed, I fucked her in the ass again! We took a couple showers, fucked in the bathroom with her leaning up against the wall and me behind her, driving my cock into her more than willing body. We fucked in her living room. We fucked in the kitchen. We even went outside, and fucked on her patio! 

Finally, at five thirty in the morning, I staggered out of her condo and slowly, very slowly, made my way to my car. I sat behind the wheel for several minutes, thinking that there had never been a night like this, and probably would never be again... 



The Milf Next Door



Hello, quick note from the author before you read this; Everyone in this story is 18 years of age or older. 

Also, PLEASE take the extra second after reading to rate my writings from 1-5 stars. Your opinion is very valuable to me and does matters. Thank you and enjoy! :)

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Joseph 'Joe' Miller was a classic 18 year old kid. He was a fairly tanned white boy, short dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, five feet nine inches tall, and somewhere around 200 pounds. A good bit of his weight was muscle. But he did have a bit of fat as well. I think 'beefy' or 'husky' would be the best way to describe him. 

He had just finished high school and wanted nothing more than to get on with his new adult life. In his school, he was the major outcast of his grade, with only a handful of friends to account for. The main reason; he was a painfully shy kid. So in his eyes, finishing school was a blessing. 

Ever since he was sixteen he had worked at the same grocery store, frequented mainly by the old and the rich because of the high prices. He saved up every dollar he made to one day get a car and a house. Every teenagers dream, really. 

He was an only child, the product of his parents Linda and Tom Miller. Considering he was an only child, he was always very close to his mom and dad. His parents were also supportive of Joes choice to move out and make his own life. 

So much so that they made a promise to him, when he had gotten his first job, that all the money he would save up over the two years until he was eighteen, they would double. 

Staying true to their word, they did just that the day Joe turned eighteen. Leaving him with more than enough money to buy a white 1999 Pontiac Firebird, in not too bad of condition, and a small apartment in the suburbs of the small town. Still with enough money to buy all the odds and ends that come with buying a new place. 

After a couple of days of working on all the paperwork and boring little details of buying a house and car were finally finished, Joe packed up all his belongings (with the help of his mom and dad), threw them into the U-Haul truck he had rented, and started his 15 minute drive from his parents house to his new place. 

After a very nerve-recking drive, taking into consideration Joe had never driven anything bigger than a car before, he pulled up to his new apartment building at around 11:20 am. Backing the truck up in the middle of his two parking spots directly in front of the front door. 

Hopping out of the truck, he threw the trucks key into the pocket of his jeans. Opening the back of the trucks large door offered his eyes a fresh look at the mountain of brown boxes in its bed. 

"Im going to be here for a while..." 

Joe mumbled under his breath to himself with a little depressed chuckle afterwards. 

Joe figured he'd better open the front door first before getting a handful of boxes. So he reached into his pocket and pulled out his shiny new house key and turned around to head to his front door. 

As Joe turned around from the back of the truck, he stopped with a jump as he was no more than a foot away from a gorgeous red haired woman. She looked to be in her fifties, about 110 pounds, stood somewhere around five foot even, and to Joe, she was HOT! 

Joe was startled to say the least. He hadn't heard anyone come up behind him and it's as if she popped up out of nowhere. She now stood in front of him in a tight pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a black tank top with an obviously visible white bra underneath, and bare feet. 

She let out a cute giggle as Joe let out a sigh. 

"I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to scare you sweetie!" 

She said with a smile and in a faint southern accent. 

"Oh it's fine, I just didn't hear you coming!" 

Joe replied, laughing as he talked. 

"I'm just here to be the first to welcome you to the little neighborhood. My name's Ruby!" 

She said as she held out her small, fragile hand. 

Quickly reaching out to shake her hand, Joe replied;

"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Ruby! My name's Joe."

"Pleasure to meet you too Joe!"

Their conversation turned silent for a few seconds as they stood and looked at each other. 

Ruby eventually continued,

"Anywho, I was wonderin if you'd like to come over to my place for coffee later on to get better aquatinted?" 

"Such hospitality to a complete stranger, I have a feeling you're going to be a great neighbor! I would love to have coffee with you Mrs. Ruby." 

Josh replied looking into the sweet lady's light blue eyes. 

"Aw, it's the least I can do! Great!! Is around 

6 o'clock good for you?" 

Ruby asked. 

Looking back at his loaded truck, Joe jokingly replied,

"I don't know, maybe 10 o'clock would be better. I might just be done by then!"

Ruby and Joe shared a long laugh. 

Joe breaks his laugh to say,

"Just kidding, hopefully I'll get this all moved in way before then! 6 o'clock is fine." 

"Cool! See you then sweetheart!" 

Ruby said with a smile before shaking Joes hand one last time, then gingerly tip toeing her naked feet back up her walkway and into her apartment. The apartment to the right, right beside Joe's new home. 

Joe walked up to his front door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. He walked around inside for a little while, taking in his new dwelling. Before stepping back outside to start transferring the loaded cardboard boxes from the U-Haul truck to his apartments small living room. 

After about three hours, Joe was finally bringing in his last box. Taking it out of the truck and setting it down on the concrete sidewalk before shutting and securely locking the trucks back door. 

Picking up the last box he walked up his walkway, exhausted and fatigued. Walking inside his apartment into his living room, he sat down the box along side the dozens of other similar brown boxes and returned to the front door. 

After shutting the door he walk tiredly into the box littered living room, and laid down on the soft carpeted floor on his back with a big exhausted huff. 

Joe was sore all over. His arms were beyond worn out and he was running on nothing but fumes. 

Looking at his wrist watch it was now 3:30 pm. He did some basic math in his head, which was hard considering he was fried of all energy and ability to think. Figuring he had about an hour and a half to get something to eat before having to get ready for his coffee "date" with Ruby, he reluctantly pulled himself up off the soft floor, and left his apartment. 

He would then go to his parents house where he'll drop off the U-Haul truck for his dad to return, get in his car, and head to the McDonald's drive thru to put some more fuel in his system. 

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It was now 5:30 as Joe waited for 6 o'clock. He had gotten something to eat, taken a shower, and had gotten dressed nicely for his get together with Ruby. 

Joe's idea of dressing nicely was a black polo collar shirt, a dark blue pair of jeans, and his worn and heavily used red Chuck Taylor high tops. Not the most fancy of all outfits, but he thought he looked pretty good. 

As the clock struck 5:55, Joe put on a few sprays of his favorite cologne. He wanted enough for her to notice, but not too much that it'll overwhelm the poor lady. 

He watched his wrist watch standing at his door holding the doorknob. The room still lined with all of the cardboard boxes he had brought in earlier. He figured he would just sleep on the floor for tonight and start unloading everything tomorrow after a good nights sleep. 

As his watch hit 6:00 on the dot, Joe opened his door, closing and locking it behind him. As he walked over to Ruby's apartment, his shyness and nervousness started to sink in. He had never really hung out and talked with a girl before. Other than his mother, which I don't think counts. 

One more thing I should mention, Joe has always had a thing for older women. Milfs or cougars some may call them. He's always loved to secretly look at the older women coming into the grocery store he worked at. Always extremely careful not to get caught sneaking peaks at 40 and 50 year old women's butts as they would bend over to get something on the bottom shelfs. Honestly speaking, Joe found older women much more attractive than girls his age. So much more experience, so much less drama. What's there not to love about mature women?

Not only had Joe never been on a date with a girl, he'd never had sex with a girl. He had never even kissed a girl. No high school blowjobs, handjobs, or make out sessions. Joe was an absolute virgin. Just being around a girl made Joe act like a bumbling idiot. 

"Don't do anything stupid Joe. Don't embarrass yourself..." 

Joe quietly whispered to himself as he knocked on Ruby's door. 

After a couple seconds the door opened to reveal Ruby wearing a cherry red semi-translucent robe that ended just above her kneecaps, leaving her slim legs and cute little feet bare for poor Joe to ogle and drool over. As hard as it was for Joe not to stare her up and down, he fought the urge and after assessing her beautiful body for the first few seconds of her opening the door, he'd only look at her face. Which really wasn't a punishment. 

She was still beautiful for her age. If it weren't for the slightly visible crows feet, smile wrinkles, and her neck skin being quite thin and tight, you would honestly think she was only in her thirties. She was very petite as well, her collar bone, jawline, and cheek bones clearly defined.

In Joe's eyes, she was perfect. 

"Hello Joe! Please, come in come in! Make yourself at home." 

Ruby said with a big smile. She stepped aside, holding her robe together with her one hand and using her other to motion Joe inside. 

"Hey, ah, Ms., ah, Mrs. Ruby! Thank you." 

Joe stuttered out as he awkwardly squeezed his way through the door between Ruby and the doors frame. 

He stepped inside, his nose delighted by the wonderful smell of cinnamon and apples. It smelled as if the warm, welcoming scent came from candles. He looked around, taking in his surroundings. The living room was dimly lit by the afternoons setting sun through the white window shades. The living room was very modern in style. A white leather love seat, a fairly large flat screen TV, and a tan colored carpet under Joe's shoes. 

On the walls were framed photographs of Ruby with a man. The pictures were obviously dated, Ruby looked to be about ten years younger in the brushed-steel framed photograph. The wall was lined with similar photos of Ruby with this man. The man appeared to be at least ten or so years younger than Ruby in these photos. Who the man was, Joe had no idea. And not wanting to be nosey and poke around, Joe kept his questions to himself.

Ruby closed the door behind him and stepped closer beside Joe as he looked around, taking in the surprisingly modern living room. 

"Wow! This is a very nice place you have here Mrs. Ruby." 

Joe complimented. 

"Why thank you. I try to keep up with the changing times, it kinda makes this old lady feel younger, ya know?" 

"Old? You don't look a day over 25!" 

Joe replied, obviously exaggerating. 

"Oh stop it!" 

Ruby said playfully slapping Joes arm as she giggled and blushed. 

"You're such a gentleman. Such outstanding manners as well!" 

She replied. 

It was now Joe's turn to blush as he let out a quiet laugh and said,

"Thank you Mrs. Ruby."

"No problem honey. Now come on over here and have a seat. The coffee's fresh and hot off the stove."

She said as she took Joe's hand and lead him into the small kitchen/dining room. Where she had a small, two-seat table. 

On the table was an old fashioned kettle, two coffee mugs with saucers, two small spoons, a saucer of sugar cubes and a smaller kettle with cool cream inside. 

Joe sat down on the wooden seat where Ruby had lead him, she herself sat down on the other wooden seat directly across from him. 

Ruby leaned over the small table and poured the fresh coffee from the kettle into Joe's mug. 

"The coffee is real dark. Would you like some sugar or cream? Help yourself!" 

Implored Ruby as she sat down, now pouring her own coffee. 

"Sugar is fine thank you. And thanks again for all of your hospitality Mrs. Ruby. Not many people are so kind as to invite a new neighbor over for coffee. If you're this nice to a stranger, well then your husband is a very, very lucky man!" 

Joe said staring into his coffee and stirring it as he talked, too shy to look her in the eyes as he said this. 

"Oh don't mention it sweetheart! And it's actually just 'Ms. Ruby'. My husband Frank died 5 years back, a car accident..."

She said as her smile faded a little. 

Joe's smile now turned into a sympathetic frown. 

"Oh, I had no idea. I am so sorry..." 

Joe started as Ruby cut him off. 

"Ahh it's fine! Don't worry about it honey." 

She said, now sporting a big smile on her face again. Causing Joe's smile to slowly return. 

"And you can just call me Ruby. That's very polite of you to say 'Ms. Ruby', but it makes me feel so old!" 

She laughed out loud as she finished her sentence, causing Joe himself to break out in to laughter. 

Joe replied,

"Oh come on, you're not old! Trust me, you look really great!" 

Ruby gave Joe a raised eyebrow and a fake-shocked look after Joe's confession. She then bursted out into laughter as Joe tried to correct himself. 

"No, I didn't mean it like, I, I mean like... Uhggggg! I just love embarrassing myself! I'll tell you what!" 

Joe said as he now joined Ruby in her laughter. Ruby shortly broke her laughter by saying,

"No honey, it's fine! You're so shy it's adorable! You're too cute, the gals at school have gotta be rippin' down walls to get to you!" 

Joe replied in laughter at his own expense and replied,

"Not exactly. I wish! But truth be told I've never even had a girlfriend! It's pretty sad really."

"You're lying through your teeth! Get outa here! Im sure you've hand so many girls, you've just lost count." 

Ruby replied. 

"Im dead serious! Not even a first kiss, yet alone..."

Joe cut his sentence short as he realized what he was going to say was far beyond table etiquette. Yet alone in front of a lady. 

"Yet alone what?" 

Ruby curiously asked. 

"Ah nothing really." 

"No come on! You were gonna say it! Now you've got my curiosity all peaked. You can say what you want sugar, I've heard it all before anyways. Ain't nothing these old ears haven't heard yet!" 

Replied Ruby. 

"It just, I've never had... Uhh, like, well you know." 

Joe awkwardly and shyly mumbled. 

"You mean sex, don't you sweetie?"

Ruby replied with a very deep and slow voice. 

"Y... Yeah..." 

Joe shamefully admitted under his breath as he again stared into the coffee in front of him. 

The room now went quiet of its laughter and the both sat silently for a few seconds. What felt like an eternity to embarrassed and ashamed Joe. 

Ruby then sat forward in her chair, reaching across the table and placing her hand on Joe's chin. 

Moving his chin up in her hand until they were eye-to-eye, Ruby looked him in the eyes and broke the long silence,

"Honey, that's nothing to be ashamed of. I actually think it's cute. You're so shy, you just need someone to show you how it's done. Someone with experience..." 

Ruby said as she now moved her hand up from Joe's chin to his ember-red cheek, caressing his big face in her small and delicate hand. 

Joe sat speechless as he let Ruby finish, his mind traveling a mile a minute. 

"Maybe I could help you Joe, would you like that?"

Ruby spoke slow and deep. 

Joe tried to spit out his words, but nothing came out except stuttering. Failing to say what he meant, he just closed his mouth and nodded his head 'yes'. 

A big, gentle, and loving smile crept across Rubys face as she now stood up, took Joe by his sweaty hand, and lead him up the steps. Still holding her robe together with her other hand. 

After getting up the steps, Ruby walked Joe into the open door of the master bedroom. Inside was a large queen sized bed, dressed in a lavender purple comforter. Along with a dresser, a large standing mirror, and two closet doors. 

Joe's main focus obviously being on the bed. 

Sitting Joe down on the bed in front of her, she slowly opened up her red robe and let it fall off her small shoulders to the carpeted floor to reveal a matching red lacy bra and thong panties. 

Joe's pants started to bulge as he watched this beautiful cougar undress in front of his virgin eyes. This did not go unnoticed by Ruby. 

"By the looks of your jeans, I think you're liking this aren't you?" 

Ruby seducingly asked. 

Joe replied by simply nodding his head, he was still speechlessly in disbelieve as to what was all going down. 

"Why don't I give your cock some much needed attention. You just relax and enjoy the hot, wet feel of my mouth on your throbbing pole."

Ruby ordered as she got down on her knees and began to undo Joe's pants. 

As she got the button undo and the fly down she told Joe to stand up. As he did, she slowly shimmied Joe's pants down and let them drop around his ankles. In front of the little old lady lied a sight she hadn't seen in a very long time. This was the first time she was going to have sex since Frank died. 

Joe took off his black shirt and now stood only wearing his bulging black boxer briefs, his pants around his ankles, and his shoes. 

Ruby next began to untie his shoes. After she had taken his shoes off, she had him lift up one foot at a time as she pulled his pants and socks off at once, and threw all his clothes in one pile. Leaving him in only his briefs. 

"Oh it's been sooo long since I've had a fat, juicy, veiny cock in my tiny, tight, pink pussy!" 

Ruby slowly moaned as she rubbed Joe's strained cock through his underwear with her tiny, feminine hand. 

Joe could hardly believe the smut coming out of such a proper lady's mouth. It only made him hornier. 

"Ohhh yes Ruby! Oaahhhh..." 

Joe released in a large grown from his gut. 

"I need to see this cock Joe! I neeeeed it! Five years baby, it's been five years since I've gotten pounded by a big cock I need it so bad. Are you gonna give it to me baby? " 

She asked Joe

"Oh yes ma'am. Im going to give you a pounding you'll never forget!" 

The not so shy anymore Joe said as Ruby slowly pulled his boxers down, slowly revealing his blood packed erection from the cotton confines of his briefs.

As the elastic band slipped past his pink, mushroom shaped cock head, his cock sprung out in front of him and in front of the face of his new mature lover. Causing both Ruby and Joe to gasp; Joe gasping from relief, and Ruby gasping from shocked pleasure. 

"Oh honey, such a beautiful cock! And such big balls! I love big balls!" 

Ruby complimenting him as she wrapped her cool hand around his steaming hot meat rod, her other hand cupping his nuts. Her hand a little too small for her to fit both testicles in. 

Joe's cock was nothing special, really. Im not going to say he was 9 or 10 inches long because he's not. Instead he had a much more realistic 5 and a half inch long cock, veins running up and down its length, and a pretty fat girth of the same 5 and a half inches. Standing straight out as Ruby wrapped her small hand around its hot length, but wasn't able to enclose her hand around it entirely. 

His balls, however, where much larger than average. Not exactly the size of golf balls, but just slightly smaller. 

She looked up into Joe's eyes as she sensually asked him a question that she already knew the answer to, 

"Would you like me to put your big hard cock in my little mouth sweetie?"

Joe, nearly cumming just from her dirty talk, quickly replied, 




The Milf Next Door



"Oh please Ms. Ruby, please!"

Ruby giggled girly at the desperation in the young virgins voice and decided she'd quit teasing him and would give him his first, and best, blowjob he would ever have. 

She pointed his cocks head towards her now widely opened mouth, slowly drawling closer and closer to his painfully erect penis. 

Joe looked down at Ruby as she put his cock in her mouth, making eye-contact as she did. 

Joe flung his head back in ecstasy, trying to hold back his quickly approaching orgasm. 

He enjoyed the hot wetness of her sucking mouth and wondering tongue, she was obviously very experienced. 

She bobbed her head back and forth as she sucked and slobbered all over Joe's overwhelmed dick, moaning and humming as she did. 

Joe was now beyond his short point of return and warned Ruby of his impending orgasm. 

"Ahh God Ms. Ruby, I'm gunna cum! Ohh yes! Oh, oh my God!"

She did nothing but smile and started going faster and faster, pretty much sucking his seed straight from his large nuts. She also began caressing his balls as they began drawling closer and closer to his shaft. 

"Can I cum inside your mouth Ms. Ruby? Ohh man, ahhh." 

Joe shyly asked in between his moaning and groaning. 

Ruby removed her mouth from his dick to answer,

"Mmmm, you better baby! Go ahead and coat this old ladies mouth with your young, hot cum!" 

"Ohhh my God Ruby, you're soo hot! Ahh, ahhh I'm cumming babe!! Ohh take that cum you nasty milf!!"

The now not so shy Joe screamed as he bent his knees and grabbed the sides of Ruby's small head, thrusting his hips back and forth, using Ruby's small mouth like a pussy. 

Taking her hand off his cock, Ruby quickly shoved her head forward, slipping Joe's expanding cock all the way down her tight and slimy throat just as he shot his first squirt of thick cum. 

"Ohhhaa God!! Take that load babe!" 

Joe grunted through clenched teeth as he continued shooting his load down Ruby's throat. 

He continued cumming, shooting load after load of his hot cream directly into Ruby's stomach. 

After four large shots, Ruby gagged as her throat contracted, causing Joe's cock to slip from out of her throat as he continued unloading his balls into her mouth. 

After an astonishing seven shots, Joe finally stopped his barrage of cum and started to recover from his overwhelming orgasm. 

"Ohh wow! That felt so good Ms. Ruby! Thank you SOO much! Ahh God..."

Joe said in the aftermath of his orgasm. 

Ruby, who's mouth was too full to talk, just sucked the remaining semen off of Joe's still hard cock. After she had cleaned his member, she looked up at him, opening her mouth for the still hard and horny Joe to witness his large amount of release in the tiny milfs mouth. 

She swooshed and swirled it around in her mouth, just before she took not one, but two full gulps to swallow the young mans thick, white cum. All with a smile on her face. 

"Wow!" 

Ruby said, laughing as she spoke,

"That was the biggest load I've ever taken! How long were you holding that one up?"

She rhetorically asked causing Joe and herself to laugh out loud, Joe helping Ruby up to her feet as they laughed together. 

Ruby was still wearing her cherry red matching bra and panties as she stood in front of ass naked Joe. 

"Hey! It's not fair if I'm the only naked one!"

Joe jokingly said as he passionately kissed Ruby's neck, making her pussy tingle. 

"Oooo, you've got a good point there, don't ya? Why don't you help me undress baby! Strip your 'milf' naked. Hey, what does 'milf' mean anyways?"

Ruby asked, curious considering he had called her it a couple times. 

"It's an abbreviation for a Mother I'd Like to Fuck. And you, Ms. Ruby, are a milf!" 

Joe said. 

"Oh my, you're not so shy anymore are you?"

Ruby replied as Joe unclasped the lacy bra from behind her back as she held the bra in place over her breasts to keep the bra from falling to the floor and revealing her beasts quickly. 

She wanted to slowly reveal her breasts nice and slow for Joe to adore and admire. 

"Why don't you sit down on the bed and let me give ya a little striptease? Go ahead, here, sit down. Enjoy the show."

Ruby suggested to Joe as she continued to hold the cups of her now unfastened bra over her small breasts. 

"Yes ma'am!" 

Joe said as he plopped down on the edge of the bed. 

Ruby now slowly shimmied the red bra over her A-cup breasts. For a smaller woman, she had a very fitting breast size. 

"Would you like to see my mommy titties you nasty little boy? Hmm? You would, wouldn't you?"

Ruby asked the inpatient 18 year old boy, drawing out her teasing episode. 

"Yes! Please Ms. Ruby, I want to see them so bad!" 

The tortured Joe pleaded as he sat on the edge of the bed in front of Ruby, slowly stroking his still hard cock with his right hand. 

"Your wish is my command, master." 

Ruby leaning in close as she said this. Before standing back up straight and slowly lowering the bra past her cute, rosy pink erect nipples. Joe mesmerized as she revealed her beautiful breasts to the boy. 

Again, her beasts where fitting of a woman her size. They were about the size of a apple split in half. They had light brown areoles, and pink nipples that stood out erect at about a half an inch tall. 

"Wow... They're so perfect. You're so perfect." 

Joe said in admiration to the now bare chested 50 year old standing in front of him, making her blush and smile. 

"Can I please see your, um, vagina? Please?" 

Joe awkwardly spit out of his mouth, provoking sweet laughter from Ruby as she now walked towards Joe. She hopped up on the bed and straddled Joe, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. 

She placed her cheek on his shoulder as she gently and seductively whispered into his ear, 

"Don't you mean my pussy? You can call it a pussy, honey! Hearing a good little boy speak dirty makes my P-U-S-S-Y dripping wettt..."

Joe, even after all that has already happened, was still shocked to hear such vulgar language from such a proper older woman. However, it did made him even more horny. 

"I love hearing you talk so dirty, it makes my dick throb and my balls tingle. So yes, can I see your pussy Ms. Ruby?"

Joe asked as Ruby took hold of his erection and started jacking him off with her own hand. Looking him in the eyes, she replied with a seductive smile,

"I can't say no when you ask so nicely. I just sure hate to be the one to have to turn such an innocent and kind boy into a nasty talking sex hound! But I simply can't help myself." 

She said as she released his cock, before standing up and motioning for Joe to follow in suite. 

Standing up, Joe followed Ruby onto the bed. She had him lay down on his back as she climbed on top of him and sat on his face. Her panty-clad pussy now just inches from Joe's salivating mouth. 

He could smell her musky, delicate, womanly scent as she pressed her pussy up against his mouth, smearing the wetness of her pussy through her panties onto his big lips. 

"Go ahead baby, lick that pussy. I need it so bad! Lick my soaking wet pussy right through my little panties you dirty boy!" 

Ruby demanded through clenched teeth as Joe began lapping his tongue up and down her wet, cloth covered mound as she moaned and started grinding her pussy onto his face, holding his hair with both her hands as she did. 

"Ohhh yesss baby... Yes yes yes yes yes!! Lick that poor, neglected pussy sweetie!! Ohh gawd." 

Ruby again screeched in between her moans and groans. 

Hating to pull her pussy away from the young mans quite talented mouth, she stood up over his face as she quickly pulled down her panties, completely soaked in the crotch area from Joe's saliva and Ruby's juices. 

She raised her one leg up, freeing it from the bonds of the thin thong-strap. Doing the same with the other leg until she was now completely naked, finally joining Joe as he had been naked for about 10 minutes now. She threw her drenched underwear to the side of the bed as she now squatted over Joe's face, showing him her most privet of parts. 

Joe soaked in the view, making his mouth water and his dick clench. Her pussy was completely hairless except for a small "landing strip" style strip of hair above her luscious and full pussy lips. The hair was as red as the hair on her head, except there were no traces of gray anywhere on her little landing strip, as there was on her head of hair that was long and flowed past her shoulders. 

"You like the look of that don't you?"

"Ahh it's so hot Ms. Ruby! May I please suck on your hard clit?! I need to taste your bare pussy!" 

Joe asked. 

Ruby, not needing to say a word, just plunged her delicate cunt right over Joe's welcoming mouth. 

Her pleasure hit the roof as she let out a tortured scream when he first made sucking and licking contact with her throbbing clit. She was on cloud-nine and Joe knew it. 

Joe was no idiot when it came to pleasing a woman. As a 15 and 16 year old, he had looked up all the different parts of the female anatomy. Figuring out what was the most sensitive, where he'd have spend the most time pleasuring, what made a woman go wild, and what he could do to make a woman have a screaming orgasm she'd never forget. Joe wanted to be the most generous lover he could possibly be, always making sure the woman got hers before he got his. Now was his chance to please her for pleasing him. 

He wrapped his hands around her thin thighs, holding her still as he now forced his tongue deep into her fragile flesh. Making her grab her own hair and tremble. 

He darted his thick tongue in and out, in and out, over and over again. While he did this, he would place his upper lip just above her clit and suck. Creating a vacuum of sorts on her aching and sensitive nub. 

"Oh Gawd yes!! Just like that! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!! That's the way I like it baby!" 

Ruby screamed as she grounded her juicy mound all over his sucking mouth. 

"Ohh I'm cumming you little bastard!! Oh. My. Gawwwwwdd I'm cumming sooo hard!! Oh you dirty fucking prick! Making a woman your mothers age squirt all over your nasty mouth!? You should be asham... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" 

Ruby stopped in the middle of her sentence as she began squirting her juices all over Joe's face. She nearly drowned the kid with her juice as she bucked her hips wildly, her hair covering her gaping mouth and her eye which rolled back into her head. 

'Woah, she's a squirter!' 

Joe thought to himself as he had to start swallowing his mouthful of her clear and sweet taking cum. 

"Oh gawd baby, where did you learn to do that? Ahhh hot damn that was amazing..."

Ruby said with closed eyes as she enjoyed the aftershocks of her massive orgasm. 

"I kinda just taught myself, you know, I did my research!" 

Joe spoke, muffled as he was still face deep in her twitching muff. 

"You must have done some real serious studying! Gods honest truth, that was the best orgasm I've ever had, hands down! Sweetheart, you'd better get your mouth over here more often. It's been way too long since this old lady has had her pussy properly eaten."

Ruby said, now with open eyes as she was now starting to come down from the high of her orgasm. 

"How's about we get to fuckin'? I bet you can't wait to feel some nice, tight pussy for the first time, can ya?" 

Ruby said smiling down at Joe as she began to stand up, leaping off the bed. Joe watched as her feet hit the floor and her tight, but big, ass wiggled when she landed. At this point Joe's cock was so hard, it was starting to become painful.

"Now why don't you hop down here, let me lube up that big thing of yours, then you can try jammin' it into my wet little hole? It's been a while since this old pussy has taken a pounding! It's gonna be real tight, that's for sure!" 

She said in a matter-of-fact kind of way as Joe crawled out of the bed and onto his feet, his bloated cock leading the way to Ruby's mouth as she was now on her knees again beside the bed. 

"Im just gonna suck on ya long enough to get you nice and slippery, I don't want you cumming again quite yet."

Ruby said as she held his cock in her hand, pointing it towards her mouth. 

After she was done speaking she placed his cock in her mouth, relieving much of the pain Joe was experiencing from his level of hardness and the length of time it went unattended while he ate Ruby's pussy like it was a steak dinner after he hadn't eaten in a week. 

His cock was clearly visible through Ruby's thin cheeks as she lubricated his steaming hot erection, preparing it for his first time, and her first time in five years since her husband had died. 

After about a minute of Ruby blowing Joe's dick, she stood up while saying,

"Alrighty, that should just about do it! You ready baby?"

"Oh yes! I've been ready for 18 years now!"

Joe replied. 

They both laughed as they wrapped their arms around each other and passionately kissed, their tongues dancing past each others lips as they explored each others mouths. 

After a few minute of passionate kissing and tonguing, Ruby sat on the bed facing Joe and spread her legs wide with a big smile. 

Joe positioned himself between her legs and held them as he then looked up at Ruby for further guidance. 

"Honey, you do whatever you want! Im all yours! You can take it nice, slow, and sensual. Or you can pound my pussy so hard it bleeds. Either one you choose, I'm happy!" 

Ruby informed the excited, yet nervous Joe as he aimed his cocks head towards her luscious pussy. He watched intently as his light pink cock head slowly split Ruby's pussy lips, parting in the middle to except his cock. Inch by inch he penetrated Ruby deeper and deeper. 

Ruby began moaning again at the long forgotten feeling of having a cock be slowly pushed deep into her womanhood. 

"Ohh God you are so tight!! Aww that feels amazing! Oh my God..." 

Joe said as he watched the last inch of his cock bottom out into Ruby, his balls now resting on her even tighter asshole. 

"That's it baby! That's a good little pussy, isn't it Joe?" 

Ruby said as he now leaned forward to suck on her petite breasts. 

"Wow! And I thought it couldn't get better than oral! Dear Lord that pussy is so hot!" 

Joe said after releasing her nipple from his mouth. 

"Go ahead and really pound me, I want you to split that pussy wide open!" 

Ruby demanded. 

Joe wasn't going to argue! He slowly pulled his cock back out, feeling lots of resistance and also the cool air on his drenched cock as he pulled out of her oven. 

He now looked up into her deep blue eyes, and threw his hips forward as fast as he could. Slamming full force into Ruby's pussy, letting out a scream as her soaked pussy made an audible 'squish' noise. 

"Ohhhh Joe!! That's the way I want it baby! Give mama the brutal, hard fucking shes been craving! Let me have it Joe!"

Ruby squealed. 

Joe pulled back out and repeated his previous motion over and over, every time making Ruby squeak in pleasure. Her squeaks becoming closer and closer together as Joe really picked up the pace. 

His balls now slapped Ruby's little asshole with each thrust, making a loud clapping noise fill the room over Ruby's groans and Joe's grunts. 

It wasn't long before Ruby's face clenched up and her eyes focused on Joe, both of them growing closer and closer to orgasm. 

After about three minutes of vigorous thrusting, Ruby declared at the top of her lungs that she was going to cum. 

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!! You gonna make me cum Joe? You gonna make my tiny little pussy cum? You disgusting little bastard!! Pound that pussy like you mean it!!" 

Ruby screamed as she now grasped the purple blanket with both her hands. 

Joe was now thrusting at full speed, his own orgasm drawling closer. He was now slamming into Ruby so hard that his balls would brutally slap her gentle skin every time he bottomed out in her succulent hole. 

"Don't stop!! Don't you dare fucking stop!! Im cumming! Ahhh God yes, yes, yes, yes!!"

Ruby announced her orgasm. Just seconds after, Joe followed. Within about five seconds, he began pumping her insides full of cum, still slamming into her full force as he did. 

Ruby's head flung back as her eyes disappeared into her head, her toes clenching tightly as she began having her own orgasm. Brought on by Joe's huge orgasm. 

He continued to pump his cream deep inside of the orgasming 50 year old, filling her small womb with several ounces of his baby batter. 

After his orgasm had finally subsided, Joe stopped his thrusting as his knees gave out and he collapsed onto Ruby, face first onto her small chest. 

Ruby's orgasm was also beginning to subside as she let out a squeal and showered Joe's spent cock with her never ending pussy juice. 

"Ooooohhhhhhh Gaaaaawwwdd..." 

Ruby muttered as she lye there. Her pussy filled to the brim with this young mans seed and soaked in her own pussy sap. She had just had the best orgasm of her life, thanks to this post-virgin boy. They sat like this for a few minutes, soaked in Ruby's juice and both of their sweat. 

After about three minutes or so, Joe gathered up all the strength he could muster and pulled himself off of Ruby's little body. As he did, she was looking up at him with a very satisfied smile. 

"Wow... That was amazing! How was that for you? Your first time."

Ruby broke the silence, gleaming in her post-orgasm pleasure. 

"That was... Wow! I, I can't, really describe, in words, how incredible that was. Thank you so much Ruby." 

Joe said in a haze as he pealed himself off of Ruby. 

They both stood on their feet and passionately kissed one last time. Before crawling up into her bed, under her purple covers, and falling asleep naked in each others arms. 

This was only the first of many times that this most unlikely of couples would engage in passionate acts of love, such as this. Though they kept their affairs hidden from friends and family for fear of judgement, their love for each other was always very much present every time they were together. 

There was still many sexual desires they both had yet to explore.



The MILF Next Door Ch. 01



Samantha Dalton ran her fingers lightly over her hairless mons. Satisfied with the smoothness she dropped her razor onto the shower shelf and turned off the water. Catching a glance in the mirror she posed, eyeing herself critically. Nearly forty, with two daughters, she could still call herself an attractive woman. Samantha was tall, nearly nine inches over the five foot mark, and a good diet and regular exercise kept her toned. While her breasts were small, sadly even two pregnancies had not changed that fact for her, she compensated with targeted butt exercises to keep her ass full and well shaped. She towelled herself dry, or near enough, and ran a brush through her shoulder length blonde hair.

It had been almost two years since a car accident robbed her of her husband, her daughters' father. Despite interest from men of her acquaintance Samantha had remained faithful to his memory, at least until the grief had become bearable. She and her daughters had shared many tears, but they had reached the point where they were ready to live their lives without David.

A knock on the door to her bedroom had her wrap a robe around herself before the expected, "come in". Alice, her elder daughter, poked her blonde head around the door.

"We're ready to go Mom." A school camping trip would take the two girls away for a full week. "Mister Brisco is here with Frank to pick us up." Mister Brisco's proper name was Jeremy Black, but the girls had dubbed him Mister Brisco after his resemblance to Bruce Campbell's titular character in the series The Adventures of Brisco County Jr. His son, Frank, was a well mannered young man, at least in Samantha's opinion, and both the girls were fond of him. More likely than not to be found with his nose in a book, he was a walking encyclopaedia of facts that he would expound at the slightest provocation, to the point where the girls had developed an "enough already" signal to tell him when to stop talking.

"Okay dear, I'll be right out." Tying the robe securely, slipping her feet into comfortable slippers, Samantha left her bedroom and followed Alice to the front door. Two backpacks, a tent, and sleeping bags, were waiting for them. Mary, the younger daughter, was attempting to persuade Frank to carry her bag for her, but her efforts were not particularly successful. The young man, still in the gangly stage, had a wry wit and his dark head shook as he refused her wiles. The two girls took after their mother in looks, both blonde, tending towards height, and neither particularly busty, but there were times when would one would move or turn their head in such a way as to bring David to mind and pluck Samantha's heartstrings. 

"...are you going to expect someone to carry your pack on a long hike?" He asked. "I mean, if it's too heavy we can just leave it behind."

"You're mean." Mary pointed her finger at him. "Meanie." Frank looked unabashed.

"Yes, yes I am." Frank's father stepped inside, dark haired and quite handsome, his wife Deborah was unstinting in her praise of him as a husband and father. Samantha could admit to having a small crush on him herself while acknowledging that other than flirtation it would never go anywhere.

"Sam, you dressed up for me?" His grin was infectious and Samantha smiled too.

"What, this old thing? It was just something I had lying around." She turned her eyes to her girls. "Come on girls, get your stuff out to the car." Mary was a little sulky, but she cheered up when Frank took the tent. Seeing it as a small victory she followed him to the car, more accurately a truck, a Ford F150. Frank lifted the tent easily into the tray and tossed up the bags the two girls handed to him, pulling down the cover to keep everything safe.

Jeremy shook his head, still grinning. "Kids." He raised an eyebrow. "Any plans while we're away?"

"Nothing yet." Actually Samantha did have plans, but they weren't the kind that one shared with an acquaintance, even one she did regard as a friend. The man nodded.

"Deborah said that if you were feeling lonely you could go and visit her. She has the twins of course, but I'm sure she could use some adult company." Samantha gave a non-committal response. She did like Jeremy's bubbly brunette wife, but the twins, a boy and a girl, were still young enough to be a handful.

"If I'm not doing anything else."

"Alrighty then." With a wave Jeremy climbed into the driver's seat and they were off. Samantha matched the girls wave for wave as they backed out of the driveway, then turned back inside as they drove away.

With the girls gone Samantha dropped her robe over the nearest chair. Given a clear area of floor she threw herself into a cartwheel, just for the exhilaration of motion. She landed back on her feet giggling, wondering how her daughters would have reacted to seeing their mother performing cartwheels in the nude. Probably with the excessive seriousness of the young, she decided after a moment's contemplation.

She poured herself a glass of wine, and wandered about the house as she sipped. It was not a huge house, but with two bedrooms for the girls and a master bedroom with ensuite for herself it was all they needed. The garage held her pride and joy, a 1976 Pontiac Trans Am 455 HO, bright red, and with its emissions choked engine freed from restrictions. It had been David's project, and they had their first drive in it three weeks before the accident. She leaned against the interior garage door, smiling over her glass at the memories.

A second glass was poured and Samantha returned to her contemplations. Jeremy had asked her about her plans, but she couldn't tell him of the seduction that she had in mind. Her wandering took her to the doors that led out to the wooden porch that surrounded her pool. Framed by tall hedges she could both sunbath and swim naked without concern of prying eyes, although she always wore a demure one piece when her daughters were home.

Making a decision she picked up her phone and dialled. Almost immediately, from beyond her eastern fence line she could hear the trill of a telephone ringing. The ring cut off and a woman's voice answered.

"Good afternoon. Prester's residence. Bernice speaking." Samantha could picture the auburn haired teen, so like her mother in looks, although toned by her father's darker palette.

"Hi Bernie, Samantha here." Samantha tried to remain casual. "Is your brother around?"

"Stephen? Don't you have his cell?" The girl laughed, "sorry, silly question. If you had it you wouldn't be calling this line."

With uncommon gravity Samantha responded with, "there are no silly questions, only silly people." Bernice laughed.

"Hey..." Samantha heard her as she turned from the phone and yelled. "Stephen, Mrs Dee on the phone for you." There was a rumble of motion, and the young man's baritone resonated in her ear.

"Hey Mrs Dee." While the Presters had never quite given in to her demands to call her Samantha, they had abbreviated her full title down out of affection. She had known the Presters for years, and they treated her like a favourite aunt. Part of her wavered in her intentions, she didn't want to spoil the relationship they had already, but the less principled part of herself won out.

"Hi Stevie." She kept her voice even. "I have some heavy lifting that needs doing and I was wondering if you could come over and help me with it."

"Sure, no problem." Stephen seemed enthusiastic. "Right now?"

"In about ten minutes. Okay?" She sensed the nod of his head.

"No problem Mrs Dee. See you then."

*****

Samantha hurried to her room. Making plans before being dressed for them was not her most sensible decision. She had already picked out what she planned to wear, refraining from her natural impulse to be subtle. David's words rang in her ears even now. "When you want a man, don't be subtle. Go straight up to him and tell him you want his cock in your mouth. When you're dancing grind up against him like the only thing keeping you from fucking him on the dance floor is the fact you're wearing clothes. Don't wear too many of those either." Sixteen happy years of marriage had followed from that advice until...

Samantha brushed away the cobwebs of memory and picked up what she planned to wear. Tiny white thong knickers made by Wicked Weasel, in the pattern they called 657 daisy. So small that when she pulled them on they barely covered the cleft of her sex, and so shear that they concealed nothing at all. A white Wicked Weasel singlet matched the thong and left her midriff bare. She slipped her feet into two inch heels and strapped them on. "Damn," she whispered at the sight of herself in the mirror. "If he doesn't go for this then I might as well become a nun." To complete the ensemble Samantha added a short red 557 dress from the same range. Cut just low enough to cover her buttocks standing, it concealed nothing when she bent over. That effect she tested in her mirror, to her complete satisfaction.

She pulled her hair into a ponytail, applied a minimum of makeup, and was on her way to the door when it rang. She swung the door open and was greeted by Stephen's shocked expression, his eyes nearly bugging out as they took in the package she had created. Taller than her, even in heels, he was fast maturing into a man. He shared his father's tanned complexion, his unruly dark hair, with just a hint of ginger, in need of a trim, and was wearing khaki beach shorts and a grey tee shirt.

"Stevie, come in." Not waiting for his response she pulled him in and slipped her arms around him in a hug, grinding against him just enough to determine that her appearance had made exactly the right impression. She could feels his arms tighten around her, then loosen, then tighten again as confusion reigned.

"Mrs Dee... were you expecting company?" He managed to choke out at last.

"Of course Stevie," she purred. "You." She pursed her reddened lips. "And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Samantha?"

"I... ahh... I..." He actually drew back towards the door as she advanced, a cougar stalking its prey. His innocence and confusion was even more arousing to her in reality than it had been in her many fantasies.

"Stevie," her voice dropped into a wheedling tone. "Please say that all this..." her hands moved up and down indicating what she was wearing, "...wasn't for nothing." He stopped retreating and reached up to brush his hand through his hair.

"You mean you... you want me... to..." Samantha placed a hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat, and leaned up to kiss him lightly on the lips.

"I want you Stevie boy," she murmured. "I know you haven't had a serious girlfriend yet, and I want to be your first."

"But... but..."

"You're not saying I'm too old for you, are you?" She was teasing, her exploration of his body had told her that she was definitely not too old for him.

"No... no of course not... it's just." He shuddered, then stepped closer, his big hands closing on her shoulders. "I've just never..."

"Like I said Stevie, I want to be your first." She took the opportunity presented to move closer to him, her arms around him, her lips perfectly positioned to...

His head lowered, and his lips met hers. He was awkward, but she had expected that. What she hadn't expected was how quickly he improved. He used her ponytail as a convenient handhold as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She pressed him back gently, extracting herself from the kiss.

"You're a quick study." He flushed slightly, and her hand rose to caress his cheek. The other, favouring the direct approach, slid down his belly to cup his cock and balls through his pants. Samantha smiled brightly. Deprived of the concealment his loose fitting shorts provided she could say that he was of more than satisfactory dimensions. She leaned forward again and pecked his lips.

"I want to suck your cock." His eyes open wide in surprise again. "Trust me, I'm not going to be subtle. I'll tell you what I want to do, and what I want you to do to me." He nodded slowly. "Any questions?" He shook his head. "Good boy."

She pointed to the couch. "Get your clothes off and sit down there." He hastened to obey, and Samantha smiled approvingly as his body was exposed. Strong, but wiry more than bulky, lean and with dark hair over most of his torso and arms. Kicking off his shoes, his pants and underwear dropped, idly she noted black briefs, not boxers, exposing him to her hungry eyes. Her first impressions had not deceived. He was most certainly satisfactory in that department, judging him both above average and uncut. He sat and Samantha stalked towards him, her fingers tugging the hem of her skirt, exposing the tiny panties that were already soaked by her free flowing juices.

"Ooh, you bad boy," she murmured, running her fingers over the slick fabric then bringing them to her lips. "Look what you've done to me. You've made me so horny I've ruined my panties." Stephen played along with a twinkle in his eye.

"I'm sorry 'bout that ma'am. If you like I can take them home and wash them." Samantha giggled. She turned, spreading her feet and bending over so that everything was displayed for him. Everything from the swollen clit that pressed through the wet fabric, to the tight knot of her anus bisected by the white strap of her knickers. His gasp was ample reward.

"Do you see something you like?"

"Umm, yes ma'am. Yes I do." Samantha hooked her fingers under the material and pulled it aside, baring everything to his eyes. When she turned back to him there was an expression of barely controlled lust on his face, as if he was straining every muscle to keep from leaping on her and ravishing her. She sank to her knees in front of him, eyes fixed on the angry red shaft that thrust up from his loins. She wanted to tease him some more, but realized that he was probably seconds away from exploding. Given the level of stimulation he had experienced it was probably remarkable he had held on as long as he had.

Wordlessly she lowered her lips onto his cock, taking his swollen head into her mouth as her hand encircled the shaft. Bare seconds passed between the contact of her flesh on his, and the convulsion that told her he was cumming. His pulsing shaft ejected its load and she swallowed everything, squeezing the shaft in a familiar rhythm to milk out every drop.

She let his organ slip from her lips as it softened and shrank. Looking up into his face she was startled by the embarrassment he displayed.

"Sorry, that didn't last long." His words snapped her back from the blissful state that blowjobs took her to.

"It was your first time," she reassured him, gently stroking his soft shaft. "I'm sure you'll be ready to go again soon enough, and last longer." She ran a hand across his chest. "While we're waiting though I want you to return the favour."

"Yes ma'am. I mean, yes Samantha," he hesitated. "Is it okay if I call you Sammie." Samantha laughed merrily.

"Of course Stevie. But only when we're alone together, okay?"

"Okay, Sammie." The boy bounded to his feet, his hands sliding up under her singlet, lifting it up over her head. Caught up in his enthusiasm Samantha slid her skirt and panties off in one motion, stepping out of them as they hit the floor.

"Now Stevie," she drew his head down to kiss him again. "I'm going to lay down where you were and you're going to put your face between my legs. Don't start anything before I tell you to though. Just look for a moment."

She sat down, leaning back onto the cushioned armrest, one foot on the floor, the other stretched along the couch. Stephen knelt on the floor, leaning in so his face was inches from the dripping heat of her sex. She felt a cool wind, and realised that he was blowing over her pussy gently. "Careful Stevie honey," she cautioned. "Blowing from that distance is okay..." her hips moved involuntarily, "in fact it's really nice, but don't blow into the pussy. Air embolisms are very bad." He nodded, and she felt the pulses of air change direction to only brush over her clit. "Give me your hand."

Stephen gave her his hand and she folded the fingers until only his index was extended. She brought it down, guiding it around the folds of her sex. "I'm sure you've taken anatomy, but I don't think you've had a live model before so let me be your guide." She ran the finger around the fleshy folds, "these are the labia majora," and then over the wrinkled thinner lips, "and the labia minora." She slid the finger up to her clitoris, "this is where the magic happens," she shivered as she slid the digit over her sensitive bud, "although there's a whole internal structure that isn't visible and works over a wider area." She pressed him lightly against the smaller hole, "this is the urethra, nothing goes up here," and to the vaginal slit, "something most definitely goes up here." She hesitated, then guided the finger lower, to her anus. "Some girls like it up here, but I'm not one of them." That was not entirely true, it had been an infrequent pleasure with David, but that was one thing she did not want to share with her young lover.

"Understood." Stephen nodded. "Can I lick you now?"

"Patience grasshopper." Samantha stroked his hair. "Move down a bit and lick my leg just behind the knee." She raised her leg a little to make access easier. "Remember girls aren't like guys, we like stimulation everywhere, and keeping away from the main attraction builds anticipation." She hummed happily as Stephen's tongue found the soft flesh behind her knee. "Slowly, now nibble a little." Giving direction was almost as arousing as the sensation itself. "Now work your way from the knee up the inner thigh, just licking and nibbling." She sighed contentedly. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Her body was slipping into a happy haze as the boy followed her instructions.

Stephen's teeth nipped her soft inner thigh, the small pain heightening the pleasure of his touch. His hand slid up her body to caress her nipples. Small though her breasts were, she was blessed with very sensitive nipples and she moaned her appreciation as his fingers toyed with the firm buds. She could feel the heat of his breath as his wet tongue glided over the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She lost herself in the moment, eyes closed, quivering as her body responded so gladly to his fingers and mouth. 

His lips rose higher, closer, until at last he could place a kiss on her clitoris. Her hips moved involuntarily, pushing up, offering herself to him. Almost instinctively her leg hooked over his shoulder, her fingers tangling in his soft dark hair as he began to lap her sensitive tip. Her breath slowed, her eyelids fluttering as she concentrated on the pleasure he was giving her. There would be time later to assess his technique, to guide his improvement, but for the moment he was good enough. She shuddered, grinding her drenched cunt against his face as she came. "Don't stop," she growled through gritted teeth as she continued to move against his trapped body. To his credit he kept trying to lick her as she worked herself to another peak. "Oh!" She slumped back, panting. Stephen lifted himself up, a concerned expression on his face. She giggled weakly at the sheen of her juices on his cheeks.

"I'm okay Stevie. Don't worry. It's just been a while for me." Certainly her vibrator had provided no few orgasms, but flesh and blood met an emotional as well as physical need.

He sat up, wordlessly drawing her into his arms. She rested her head against his chest, fingers toying with the dark curls. Moments passed, and then she leant up to kiss him. "Let's take this to the bedroom." Stephen nodded mutely and followed her. Samantha was sure his eyes were glued to her firmly muscled buttocks, and she wasn't surprised when, upon entering her room, his hands grasped her hips and his restored erection was caught between her cheeks. She turned to place her hands against the wall, pushing back against him.




The MILF Next Door Ch. 01



"Sure you can get in there Stevie boy?" Her challenge was answered by the young man pressing his swollen head between her nether lips, guiding it into the entrance of her sex. She felt him pause, and looked over her shoulder, smiling encouragingly. "Go ahead Stevie, believe me, I want it." He pressed forward and she pushed backwards, the momentary resistance was overcome and he slid deep into her with one thrust. They groaned together in unison. Samantha wriggled, seating his cock as deep as she could take, ecstatic when she found his hips pressing against her buttocks. "I've got it all."

"Yes." Stephen grunted. "Is it good." She slid back and forwards on his shaft.

"It's better than good, it's great." Samantha hissed. "Fuck me, now." The young man needed no further urging. He thrust deep, and her moan echoed around the room. Quick hard thrusts that took her breath away, again raw and inexperienced, but his youthful enthusiasm was contagious. She found herself thrusting as hard as he did, eager for his youthful cock to fill her. It wasn't long before his groans were telling her he was close.

"Sam... I'm close."

"It's okay sweetie, just give me your cum." The spasming as his thick cock began to shoot its load into her dripping cunt was accompanied by his incoherent gasps and moans. She smiled broadly, resting her head against her arms, as she felt him fill her with his seed. When he finished she turned again, heedless of the mingled juices leaking from her slit, running down her thighs. She took him in her arms once more, supporting him in his momentary weakness as she kissed his lips.

"On the bed sweetie." She lay him back on the duvet, and brought her lips down to his soaked cock. This cleaning after the act was a decadent joy to her, something she'd loved with her husband. She ran her tongue over his soft shaft, collecting their mingled juices, as she did so her fingers slid between her legs, digging into her cunt. She brought them to her lips, alternating her licks of his shaft with licks of her fingers. When her fingers were clean she sent them back for more.

Stephen's fingers followed hers, a smile on his face as he offered them to her. Samantha sucked them clean, and laughter tinkled as his fingers descended again. When he was clean, and she was clean, she stretched out beside him, his arm about her, her head resting against his shoulder.

"Did you..." his question trailed off. She shook her head.

"Not that time sweetie." At his crestfallen expression. "Don't worry, I had a good one when you were eating me, and there's always tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Of course tomorrow." She smiled again at his enthusiasm. "You don't suppose I was intending this to be a onetime thing."

"Well..." She tapped his chest in mock anger.

"I did this because I like you," more softly. "I've had a bit of a crush on you for twelve months now." His eyebrows raised.

"I've had a crush on you since... well... forever." She stroked his chest fondly.

"I wanted to be your first, and now I am. I know I won't be your last, but I'm certainly going to give them something to live up to."

Stephen kissed her, a kiss that curled her toes, damn he was getting good at that. "You already have." Her smile was wicked.

"But we must keep practising."

"Yes, yes we must."

*****

Samantha kissed Stephen at the door, her robe was wrapped around her, he was dressed once more. "Tomorrow. About nine?" He nodded. She pressed a piece of paper into his hand, "my number."

Samantha smiled as he walked away, waving as he turned back. He waved, then strode back to his side of the fence.

She could hear Bernice's voice. "Did you help Mrs Dee with what she needed?"

"Sure Bernie, I think I did."

Samantha smiled as she closed the door, heading for another shower. He most certainly had.



The MILF Next Door Ch. 02



It was her third time reading the same page. Realising that she could not remember a single word Samantha Dalton closed the book and took off her reading glasses. She massaged the bridge of her nose, sighed, and put the book aside.

 Her thoughts were dominated by one thing, her young lover Stephen, and everything else seemed to be an interminable waste of time. She leaned back against her pillow, feet stretched out under the covers. She was wearing a white flannel nightdress of a style that her husband David had laughingly described as "granny wear". It was comfortable and warm though, and she appreciated that when sleeping.

 Stephen. She had seen him grow up, go through the gangly stages of adolescence, and grow into young manhood. She smiled as she remembered the way he carried himself, the unconscious swagger that he had inherited from his father. That turned her mind to John Prester, an older image of his son, the same dark hair and blue eyes, equal in height but more heavily muscled. David and he had spent a lot of time together in their respective garages, sharing an enthusiasm for cars, and after David's death John still came over regularly to service her Trans Am. She could imagine John as the lead in an Italian drama playing a Sicilian don, the aura of machismo he radiated was palpable. He was a kind man but there was an element of the Lothario in him that she was wary of. Her thoughts then turned to Sophia, Stephen's mother, an imperious copper haired beauty with piercing green eyes. The two women had spent a lot of time together, at the gym, going out for coffee, family barbeques. Of the women in the neighbourhood she could claim to be Sophia's closest friend. She wondered how the redhead would react if she found out Samantha was fucking her son. She sighed again.

 The buzz of her phone interrupted the blonde's reverie. Flipping it over showed her who the caller was, and she injected levity into her voice as she answered. "Hello honey."

 The voice of Alice Dalton, her eldest daughter, came through the phone speaker. "Hi Mom. I just called to say that Mary and I are settling into camp. The tent went up easily, and the mattresses you had us pack soften the ground enough to sleep on." Samantha laughed at that. On her first school camp she had not taken a mattress and she had barely slept for a week. That was one lesson never forgotten.

 "Hi Mom." Mary's voice. "The food is good."

 "Then it's improved since my day."

 "Mom, everything has improved since your day." Samantha rolled her eyes at that, some of the best things never changed.

 "And you guys are behaving yourselves? You're not causing any trouble?" A chorus of no's from her handset. "Alright then. Be good. Remember I love you both."

 "Aw Mom." The two girls made gagging noises, but Mary's voice followed. "We love you too Mom, sorry about leaving you home alone for a week."

 "It's okay honey. I have a book or two to read, I'll do some swimming, and I'm sure there's housework that needs doing." She could imagine her girls rolling their eyes at that.

 "That's way too exciting for us Mom." Alice was speaking. "We'll call you every night to tell you how the day went. Tomorrow we have a hike through the forest, looking at trees."

 "That sounds like the kind of thing you'd see in the forest." Samantha deadpanned.

 "Yes Mom, we know Mom."

 The two girls spoke together. "Goodnight Mom. Sleep well. We love you." The line went dead, and Samantha sat staring at the blank screen, a soft smile on her lips. She loved those two more than life itself.

 *****

 The phone buzzed again, and this time the number was unknown. Samantha suspected she knew the source though, and her suspicions proved correct as she accepted the call.

 "Good evening. Samantha speaking."

 "Hi Samantha." Stephen's voice, and she made the mental shift from mother to lover. It was something she had learned with David, ensuring that while she provided for her daughters as a mother, she didn't neglect her husband as a wife.

 "Stevie, sweetie. How is my favourite man?" Samantha glanced at the time. She had gone to bed early, and it was only quarter past nine.

 "I kept thinking about you, and about earlier." She fancied she could hear excitement in his voice. "I was just laying here and something came up."

 "Ooh." Samantha's pulse quickened. "A lovely thick hard something?"

 "Yes." She smiled at the thought of her young lover laying naked with his rigid cock thrusting up. "It just seems to be so inspired by you that it doesn't want to go down."

 "Have you tried... um... relieving the pressure yourself?"

 "Yes... but... it didn't help." Samantha's smile broadened. Thank heavens for the insatiable sexual appetite of youth.

 "So you're lying there, naked, stroking your big hard cock for me?" She heard his muttered assent. "Thinking of me, my naked body, spread open so you can impale me on your big hard cock?" She drew out the last words in her sentence as much for her own enjoyment as his. Being his object of lust was incredibly arousing. She pulled her gown up to her waist, then pushed her briefs to mid thigh giving her fingers access to her pussy. He grunted his agreement and she went on. "You want to impale my tight little pussy... my tight little cunt on your big hard cock?" He groaned. "Stevie sweetie, I have my fingers in my cunt, and it's so wet thinking about your big hard cock being forced into it, making me scream because I'm so fucking tight and you're so fucking big." She inserted two fingers into her dripping slit, her thumb finding a familiar position beside her clit. This was another game she'd played with David, something to console them both when he had had to work late, or had to be out of town on business. "Keep stroking that big cock sweetie. Think of my tight dripping cunt taking your cock... your big head so deep inside me... using your naughty little slut... your cum hungry naughty little slut..."

 Stephen groaned again, "oh God Sammie, I'm going to cum."

 "Yes baby, pump that sweet cum in my tight little slutty cunt." She heard his grunt, and could imagine his cream spurting over his belly and chest. That thought pushed her over the edge, and her hips rose and fell as she orgasmed. "Oh God."

 Samantha slumped back against her pillow. "Are you still with me Stevie?"

 "Yes," his voice was hoarse. "That was... intense." Samantha giggled.

 "Have we relieved the pressure?" She heard his tired chuckle.

 "For the moment." He hesitated. "Thank you Samantha."

 "Oh believe me sweetie, it was my pleasure." She could imagine his smile.

 "I should get some sleep. I'm sure we'll have a long day tomorrow."

 "Oh believe me sweetie, you are going to have a long, hard, day." She licked her lips. "A very long, hard, day."

 "Goodnight then Sammie." He hesitated. "I'm not sure how to say this, but I'm very happy we've become... closer?"

 "For what it's worth sweetie, so am I."

 Samantha saved his number, put down her phone, and returned her sleepwear to its original, more decorous, arrangement. Speaking her thoughts out loud. "I am glad Stephen, but I hope I don't do something stupid like fall in love with you."

 *****

 It was nine on the dot when Samantha heard the doorbell ring. She actually rushed to the door to pull it open, her enthusiasm to see her young lover surprising even herself. Stephen stood on her doorstep, and she was struck by how well groomed he appeared, especially compared to his casual dress the previous day. His dark hair was combed, and he was dressed in a navy twill blazer over a white dress shirt and black slacks, with his black shoes so polished she fancied she could see herself in them. She found herself feeling decidedly underdressed in her white bathrobe.

 Stephen did not wait to be invited but simply stepped forward, left hand in the small of her back, the other behind her head as his lips sought hers. Her hands hooked under his lapels, clinging to him as she kissed him back.

 When they broke their embrace both were breathing more heavily, and Samantha could feel the flush in her cheeks. "Damn Stevie. I think I missed you." She felt his fingers run through her hair, and leant her head into his palm. He reached back and closed the door.

 "Me too."

 "You're dressed up today." Her hand rose and fell, indicating his dress.

 "I wanted to make a good first impression." His tone was dry. She laughed lightly and kissed him again.

 "Oh sweetie, you made one hell of a good first impression yesterday. Your second impression last night wasn't too bad either." She cupped his groin with a soft hand. He was already hard, and she suspected he wasn't wearing anything under the slacks. "How many good impressions can I expect today?"

 "A dozen, maybe?" Stephen sounded hopeful. "I told the girls I might be out all day."

 "Oh God, Stevie." Her breath caught at the thought of his strong young body against hers all day. "What else do you have in mind?"

 "Well..." his hand found the belt of her robe, and unfastened it. Samantha giggled as she let him turn her, unwrapping her from the towelling. When she was naked before him she heard his voice, husky with lust.

 "You are so beautiful Sammie." She smiled in pleasure at his words. He stood behind her, drawing her body back against his, his hands sliding down from her throat, over her breasts, down over her flat belly to the bald folds of her sex. Her right hand fell to cover his, revelling in his delicate touch. She reached the other over her shoulder, drawing his face into her neck.

 "Oh Stevie... please... yes..." She felt the heat of his breath against her throat, the graze of his teeth. His fingers explored her sensitive cunt, finally settling into a slow circular motion over her clit. "Oh my God... oh my God... oh my God..." Part of her marvelled at how quickly he was learning to push the right buttons for her. Another part, the larger part, was simply focused on enjoying his nascent skills. The roughness of his clothing was another stimulation against her soft skin as she ground her firm buttocks back against his hardness.

 Samantha gasped sharply as she peaked. She exhaled slowly, savouring the constant pressure against her sensitive flesh, shuddering as the steady stimulation kept her at that peak, goosebumps breaking out over her arms. "Oh Stevie." She sagged in his arms.

 Stephen turned and lifted her, left arm under her knees, right around her. She wrapped her arm over his shoulder, snuggling her head into his chest. She giggled at the sensation of the flannel against her cheek.

 "Where are we going sweetie?" She asked dreamily as he started walking.

 "Bed."

 "Bed... my new favourite word."

 "You have favourite words?"

 "Oh yes," she nodded her head. "Cock, cunt, cock-sucking, cunnilingus, coitus, cum... I really like that one. Now bed." She heard Stephen's chuckle rumble through his chest.

 Stephen lowered her onto the bed, and she fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Take your clothes off sweetie. I want to see you naked."

 "You did say you wouldn't be subtle." The young man unbuttoned his blazer, hanging it over the back of her dressing table chair. Kneeling he untied his shoes, slipping off both, then removing his socks.

 "David always said I should say exactly what I want, rather than expect him to guess." Samantha watched intently as he unbuttoned his shirt. His lean torso had clearly defined muscles, and the skin was covered in dark curls. He unfastened his belt, unbuttoning his trousers and unzipping his fly. Released from restraint they fell to the floor, revealing that, as she had surmised, he had not bothered with underwear. She licked her lips as his rigid cock was exposed. "Yummy."

 Stephen joined her on the bed and they kissed again. She rolled him onto his back, looking down into his eyes. Lips met softly. Her slender fingers ran through his hair and he closed his eyes, a euphoric expression on his face. "You like that?"

 "Yes." Kissing him again.

 "Roll over sweetie." She straddled his taut buttocks, and leant forwards until her stiff nipples were pressed into his back. "We have all day sweetie. No need to rush." He murmured and she sat up once more, her hands sliding over the flat planes of his muscled back. She absentmindedly noted the lack of hair on his back as she started to rub her hands over his neck and shoulders. He exhaled slowly, as if all tension was leaving his body, and Samantha smiled fondly. This too was something she had done for David many times. Sometimes he had even fallen asleep as she rubbed his back. Perhaps Stephen too craved the intimacy this provided.

 She leaned forward again, so that her body rested on his, and her head lay alongside his. "It's nice." She heard him whisper.

 "I know sweetie. I love doing this." She adjusted her breathing until the two of them inhaled and exhaled at the same rate. She let her mind drift, half dozing, as Stephen lay quiescent beneath her.

 *****

 Samantha awoke with a startled gasp. Stephen's chuckle seemed loud in her ears. "You fell asleep."

 "Sorry... I didn't mean too..." She still lay on top of Stephen, and he seemed completely unperturbed.

 "I thought you might need some sleep, and I didn't want to disturb you." He shrugged. "Having a naked woman for a blanket is rather nice too. I'll recommend it to all my friends." She nipped his shoulder and he chuckled again. "Although if you want to move I'd like to visit the bathroom."

 "Of course sweetie." Rolling off him Samantha glanced at the clock. "I was lying there for nearly two hours?" Stephen glanced back at her as he walked into the ensuite.

 "I didn't want to disturb you." He paused. "I might have dozed off myself. It was very relaxing." The door closed behind him. Samantha shook her head, then laughed.

 "Well, I guess that means we've officially slept together."

 The swish of the toilet flushing was followed by the sound of running water. Leaving the bathroom, Stephen lay back down on the bed. Reaching over he drew her lips to his. "Where were we?" He asked.

 "Well I was going to make mad passionate love to you, but I fell asleep." She noticed his eyes almost sparkled when he laughed. His strong hand caressed her back and she squirmed contentedly against him.

 "I think that that was a very good plan. I suggest we pursue it." Her hand found his swelling cock as he kissed her again.

 "You are becoming a very good kisser." Samantha observed as they broke away again. The young man grinned broadly.

 "I guess you could say I was inspired." Samantha responded with a smile before her lips enveloped his cock. She heard his soft moan, and felt his hand rest lightly on her head, stroking her hair. She used her tongue under the head of his shaft, where he was most sensitive, and he squirmed underneath her. "Oh God."

 Samantha rose onto her knees, straddling him. "Now tab A goes into slot B," she intoned in a matter of fact manner as she reached behind her, guiding his rigid tool into the folds of her sex. As she sank down on him she exhaled slowly. Stephen met her gaze with his own, and she caressed his cheek with her soft hand. She closed her eyes for a moment as she took his full length into her body. When they opened again she lay down, kissing the young man again.

 She heard his growl, suddenly felt their positions reversed as he rolled over. Now she was the one looking up at him, her arms sliding around his shoulders to hold him to her. "Alright Stevie," she breathed. "Fuck me." He took most of his weight on his elbows, but she could feel the pressure over her hips, and the fullness imparted by his thick shaft. He moved, sliding back then sliding forwards, and Samantha herself moaned. "You can use your pelvis against my clit..." Stephen looked confused for a second, then tried circling his hips experimentally. Samantha gasped, he had hit the right spot on his first try. "Just like that... slowly... haste makes... oh..." They kissed, Samantha's short manicured nails were digging into his back, but he was beyond all pain. Stephen thrust in and out, driving his cock deep inside her, then rotating again to hit her clit.

 She braced her feet against the bed, forcing her hips up to meet his thrusts, her hands grasping his buttocks, pulling him closer. Her body told her she was close. "Keep going Stevie, sweetie... sweetie..." She cried out incoherently as her orgasm hit, Stephen's cock thrust into her as deeply as he could sheath it.

 Samantha went limp in Stephen's arms, her hand at the back of his head, drawing him close for another kiss, savouring the closeness of his young body. His expression was one of gentle concern and tenderness as he stroked her blonde hair. "Okay?" He asked.

 "Very much better than okay, Stevie." They kissed again. "Reckon you can go again?" Stephen chuckled and flexed the shaft still buried inside her. "You didn't?"

 "No, I wanted to please you."

 "Oh Stevie," she kissed him. "You're going to make some woman very happy one day," giggling. "Well you're already making one woman very happy at the moment... You know what I mean." She purred as he began to thrust again, her ankles locking behind his hips, tensing her buttocks and thighs as she pulled him into her.

 Stephen's own movements were sure and steady, again combining thrusts with rotation. Samantha flexed her inner muscles, trying to milk his cock, and was rewarded with his startled gasp. She giggled again. A natural cocksman he seemed to be, but this was still only his second time in the saddle. She would love teaching him everything that she knew... purely because of her altruistic concern for his future girlfriends and wife, she assured herself over mentally crossed fingers.

 She closed her eyes, breathing slowly, resisting the impulse to pant, as she tried to focus her attention solely on the body moving above her, the sensation of his cock sliding inside her, the heat and scent of his young flesh.

 "Oh my..." Again her world became a thing of spasming flesh and incoherent moans.

 Samantha exhaled weakly, her hand flat against her young lover's chest. "A minute please..." Stephen slid out, rolling beside her. His arms enfolded her and she clung to him. Her emotions surged, tears coming to her eyes. Stephen asked no questions, he simply held her until the storm abated.

 "Thank you." Their lips met in a tender, and given the circumstances surprisingly chaste, kiss. Samantha smiled and glanced down his body to where his rigid cock still jutted out. "Damn, are you still hard? Have you been taking Viagra?" Stephen's chest vibrated with his laughter.

 "I think you're all the Viagra I need."

 "Stevie, you do say the sweetest things." She pushed him onto his back. "I can't let you run around like that, you might put somebody's eye out." His laughter was interrupted when she took him into her mouth once more. Blowjobs had not been just a wifely duty for Samantha, she genuinely loved the feel of her man's cock in her mouth and the control of his pleasure it afforded her. When Stephen reached for her head she took his hand and placed it on his flat belly. Taking the hint he placed his hands behind his head and left her to run the show.

 Samantha's tongue caressed his balls, working from his base up to the tip, then down again. When his cock was in her mouth she massaged his sack with gentle fingers, while she licked the soft skin below her hand slid up and down the full length of his shaft. She teased him unmercifully until his hips were rising involuntarily off the bed. At that point the woman used hand and mouth to completely envelop his length, her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, moving as her head rose and fell, always holding his eyes with her own.

 She heard him cry out, and an instant later felt the first gush of his seed in her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly, making room for the series of jets that followed.




The MILF Next Door Ch. 02



Samantha kissed his softening cock gently. Sliding up she drew him to her chest, and unbidden he began to suckle at her nipples. Samantha moaned softly. Nipple play was her Kryptonite. For her nothing so thoroughly combined intimacy and sensuality as giving suck to her lover. David's attentions had kept her small breasts heavy with milk for many months after her daughters were weaned, and both had been reluctant to let her dry up.

 "Stephen?" The young man murmured a response. "Would you like to go for a picnic tomorrow?" He raised his head from her breast.

 "Picnic? Whereabouts?"

 "I have a friend who owns a bit of private parkland with a small lake and all. Very secluded. We could go skinny dipping, eat, fuck like rabbits..."

 "Well when you put it that way, I'm game."

 Samantha picked up her phone, and scrolling through her contacts she picked one.

 "Samantha, darling, how are you?" The woman's voice was clear, and did sound delighted.

 "Helen. Hi, I'm good."

 "How are the girls?"

 "They're growing like weeds, they're both off at camp at the moment and I have a few days to myself."

 "Oh how wonderful. Esther has grown into a bit of a handful, just like her mom at her age."

 "And Timothy?"

 "He found himself a nice girl in Singapore of all places. They met online, in some forum or chatroom or something. They hit it off and they're getting married in three months."

 "Three months? I'm sorry, I didn't hear about it."

 "That's okay, we haven't sent out the invitations yet. You're invited, I promise." Samantha laughed. "Anyways, what did you call about?"

 "I was wondering, could I come over for a picnic by the lake tomorrow?" She heard silence for a moment.

 "You want the lake all to yourself?" Helen's voice sounded thoughtful.

 "Yes. I'll be bringing a friend."

 "A "friend"?" There was excitement in the other woman's voice. "As I always say, a hard man is good to find."

 "Yes Helen, and he is." Samantha bit her lip to stop a sudden gasp as Stephen's fingers slid between her legs. His smile was wicked, and she shook a silent finger at him. He began to kiss his way down her body, and Samantha had to bite her lip again, concentrating on Helen's words.

 "Knowing you he's probably there right now, put me on speaker." Samantha hesitated then did so, holding the phone up. "Hello Samantha's friend." Stephen raised his head, leaving Samantha's pussy unattended for the moment.

 "Hello Samantha's other friend."

 "Ooh, I like his voice Sam, he sounds young though. Have you been cradle snatching... again?"

 "Helen... it was only that one time... and he was only a year younger than I was." Stephen raised an eyebrow, and Samantha made a motion like she was wanting to throttle the woman on the other end of the line. Helen laughed.

 "Well you're only as old as the guy you feel, so how old are you feeling at the moment? Twenty-five, twenty, fifteen?" Stephen answered her.

 "I'm eighteen ma'am."

 "Ma'am? Now I'm feeling old. Call me Helen, handsome."

 "Alright Helen, you can call me Steve... although handsome is fine too."

 "Handsome it is then." Helen's tone was cheerful. "Samantha, tomorrow by the lake is fine, the locks on the gate haven't been changed so your key will still work. Pop by the house when you've finished your... picnic. I'd like to meet young Handsome Steve." Samantha rolled her eyes. "Perhaps we could reminisce?"

 "Okay Helen, we'll see you then... but no reminiscing." Samantha ended the call and waggled her finger at Stephen in mock anger. "For that Mister Prester, you're going to have to stay for dinner." Stephen looked delighted.

 "We have a few hours till then though," checking the clock again. "Time for a bit of lunch. Cold chicken, salad and homemade ginger beer?"

 "It sounds good to me."

 *****

 They ate together in the longue naked, neither missing an opportunity to touch the other, delighting in the physical contact. Samantha did cover the couch with a couple of towels as a precaution against spillage, or leakage. When the dishes were washed and dried she slipped her arms back around Stephen's neck, kissing him again.

 "We do have a hot tub." It was a suggestion.

 "It's outside, won't we be heard from next door?"

 "Not if we're quiet."

 "I didn't bring my swimming trunks." Samantha laughed. It was plain he was teasing.

 "Get in that tub right now Mister Prester."

 "I'm going... I'm going..."

 *****

 The tub was almost bath temperature, and Stephen sank into it with a contented sigh. Samantha took the opportunity to sit in his lap and let his arms enfold her. Resting her head against his shoulder she closed her eyes. Although she could feel his hard shaft against her, for the moment he seemed content just to hold her. She appreciated that, and pressed into him as closely as she could. His arms tightened and she glanced up to see his smile.

 "Penny for your thoughts?" His voice rumbled in her ear.

 "I was just thinking how nice it is here, with you."

 "I was thinking the same thing..." He hesitated. "Samantha, who is Helen? Do you trust her with our..." He thought for a second, "with our secret?"

 Samantha sat silent for a moment, collecting her thoughts. Part of her didn't want to tell the whole story, but she knew that it would be easier if she did, if Stephen knew what to expect before he met the other woman.

 "Helen and I met in high school, and ended up going to college together. She was one of the movers and shakers in the student body, and for some reason she took a liking to me."

 "Was she a cheerleader?" Samantha laughed.

 "No. She did have friends who were cheerleaders, but she managed to move outside of the normal cliques. She did have a circle of orbiters, like me, who were there to fetch and carry for her."

 "I don't like the sound of that." Stephen sounded fierce.

 "Oh, it wasn't anything like that. She didn't impose on people, but all of us were glad to do things for her. It's just the way she was... the way she is."

 "Was she as beautiful as you?"

 "You're so sweet. No, Helen was far more beautiful than I was. I won't say the most beautiful in the school, but she was certainly in the top ten. The face of an angel and the body of a succubus. Incredibly black hair, raven black, and these green eyes." Samantha shook her head.

 "Oh." She could almost hear the gears turning over in his head.

 "She was the queen bee and we were her hive. She was always very sweet about it, but she always got what she wanted." She hesitated again. "One of the things she wanted was me."

 Comprehension dawned. "So you two..."

 "So we two... though she had others. She wasn't into exclusivity. Not then, and not even after she left college." She shook her head. "That's one of the reasons her marriages didn't last. She's had two. She cheated on the first husband with the man that became the second, and then he was surprised when he found her in bed with another man."

 "But you?"

 Samantha pressed her lips against Stephen's cheek. "I was completely faithful to David all the years we were together, and you're the first person to touch me since he died." Shaking her head again. "Sex is fun, yes. But sex with someone you're close to, who you care about, who cares about you? That's so much better."

 "And Helen?"

 "We were close, or as close as she was to anyone. She could be a very sweet person, but I don't know that she ever allowed herself to bond with anyone. Certainly not me. Perhaps it was something to do with her parents. I rarely met them and she never talked about them. They seemed nice enough, but always very formal, quite distant." She frowned. "She never lacked for anything material but she was always looking for something more."

 "Did you love her?" Samantha sighed, shaking her head.

 "No. She was fun, and it was flattering to be wanted by this goddess, and we were most definitely friends, but I didn't love her and she didn't love me. Not like with David." She stroked his cheek gently. "Any more questions?"

 "Why does she want to see me?" Samantha pursed her lips.

 "Curiosity mainly, I think. She might want to see if she can get you into bed." She felt Stephen tense.

 "Then we should call the picnic off, or go somewhere else."

 "I'm teasing sweetie." She kissed him lightly. "I'm sure she'll be on her best behaviour tomorrow. Although I'd suggest that if she invites you back by yourself you should decline politely."

 "She has children?" He had been listening.

 "Two, Timothy, he's three years older than you, and as you heard he's getting married. Esther is your age, and takes after her mother a lot in looks. You'd probably like her. When this thing of ours ends and you're looking for a girl your own age..."

 "That's not happening any time soon though." She could hear the certainty in his voice. She turned her eyes to his and shook her head smiling.

 "No." She placed a hand on each cheek and kissed him. "This thing of ours is going to last a while." She giggled. "I'd say I feel it in my bones, but it's not my bones that do the feeling in our situation." She felt his hand slide down her belly and parted her legs. As he touched her she exhaled slowly, her head resting against his shoulder once more. His caresses were slow and gentle and she felt his lips against the top of her head. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have magic hands?"

 "I can't say they have." She felt like she was starting to melt.

 "You should take up massage. I think you'd make a fortune from middle aged women who want a handsome young man running his hands all over them."

 "I'll... consider it." The sardonic tone was back in his voice. Samantha breathed out sharply as his fingers brought her to a peak.

 "Magic hands indeed." She pressed closer into him, grateful for his strong arm around her. She shook her head wonderingly. For such a young man, who had never been naked with a woman until the day before, he was becoming remarkably adroit at bringing her pleasure, while retaining the tenderness that kept him holding her when she needed him to. "Are you sure I'm your first?"

 "I'd swear on a stack of Bibles." She felt his lips again. "I have read a lot though, and Mom and Dad have never tried to hide anything from us." He paused. "I mean to say that when we had questions they would answer honestly, and they never hid the fact that they're still... um... intimate." Pausing again. "We three do act like it grosses us out, but it's reassuring to know our parents are still in love..." His voice trailed off.

 Samantha turned, kissing his lips. "Although they won't hear it from me, I think they did a pretty good job." She stroked his hair. "Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to render me incapable of leaving this tub on my own feet by digitally stimulating my genitals until my body is surfeit with pleasure." His eyebrows raised.

 "Huh?"

 "Finger me until I pass out sweetie." Samantha winked. "Or as close as you can get me."

 "Yes ma'am." Stephen responded with enthusiasm.

 *****

 Despite Stephen's best efforts Samantha did not pass out. Her legs were decidedly shaky though when they finally left the hot tub. Stephen almost carried her through the door and sat her on the couch once more. She smiled wearily and raised a hand.

 "Dinner may be delayed a little while," she stated. "The cook needs time to recover." Stephen chuckled as he sat beside her, once again holding her wet body against his own. As much as she appreciated his budding sexual prowess, Samantha found his tenderness even more endearing. She grinned, remembering how he had taken her that morning. Forceful when needed, tender when needed, the boy had a lot of potential.

 *****

 Samantha rose to her feet, smiling down at her young lover. Stephen took her hand, squeezing it gently. "What would you like for dinner sweetie?" There was a sudden mischievous gleam in his eye, and she laughed when his response came.

 "You."

 "Oh God, sweetie, you're insatiable." He draw her down and kissed her again. "Alright... alright... Just don't blame me if we go to bed hungry."

 "Bed, one of my new favourite words." Samantha giggled in delight as he repeated her words from earlier. She straddled his hips, lowering herself so her slick lips embraced the length of his shaft, sliding up and down his rigid tool. He breathed heavily.

 "You like that sweetie?"

 "Is there any doubt?" Samantha managed to turn her smile into a pout. "Yes, yes it's fantastic... I love the feel of your cunt on my cock." Samantha kissed him and tapped his nose with her forefinger.

 "A girl always likes to be reminded of how sexy you think she is." Stephen smiled up at her, then she felt his arms tighten around her and the sensation of being rolled over so he was on top. She wrapped her legs around him as her back pressed into the seat of the couch. His blue eyes held hers as she felt him position himself to enter her. One thrust and her breath left her lungs in a long moan.

 "You're the sexiest fucking woman I know. Whenever I see you now I'll want to rip your clothes off, throw you down and pound my cock into your tight slutty cunt..." He hesitated. "Is that okay?" Samantha laughed, kissing him, flexing her muscles around his impaling cock.

 "Sweetie, if there is something you say that upsets or offends me I will tell you." She ran her fingers through his hair. "But when you have your big hard cock shoved up inside my tight slutty cunt... when you're fucking your dirty little cum slut... your whore... your bitch..." Stephen looked shocked. "They're only words Stevie, and they turn me on... when used by the right person." Stephen swallowed awkwardly. "Too much information?"

 "Yes, but I'll cope." His hips moved, driving into her. Samantha's eyes were half closed, nails digging into his back, focusing on the movement of his young hard body against her, within her.

 "Stevie..." she hissed. "Cum in me... give me your cum... cum baby..." She squeezed him as tightly as she could, trying to draw his orgasm from him. Stephen cried out incoherently and she felt him pulse at their joining. "Good boy Stevie... give it all to me..." She kissed him again, her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him to her. "Good boy."

 She released him slowly, and Stephen rolled onto his back. "Damn. That was intense." Samantha giggled.

 "You're preaching to the choir here, sweetie." She moved into a position where she could rest her head on his chest, and felt his arms around her once more. "I might have to call it quits there sweetie. You've worn me out." He stroked her hair. "You're still staying for dinner though?"

 "I wouldn't miss it."

 *****

 Fully clothed once more, Stephen stood at the door and kissed Samantha goodnight. She had discarded the apron she had worn while cooking and through dinner, and she was now naked in his arms. As his hands caressed her firm toned body, she pressed against the rigid cock that distorted his trousers.

 "Damn Stevie." She traced his shape. "Hard again?" He sighed deeply.

 "I just can't help myself when you're around." Her lips brushed his lightly, then Samantha sank slowly to her knees. Her hands unzipped his fly, releasing his swollen cock.

 "I can't let you leave in this condition. What would people think of my hospitality?" She took him into her mouth, feeling his hands rest on her head. Lips tightened around his shaft and her mouth watered as she enveloped him. Her tongue caressed his thick shaft letting the head slide to the back of her throat. Tilting her head back allowed her to meet his blue eyes with her own. She relaxed... pushing...there it was. Samantha could see the shock on his face as he slid into her throat, every inch fully sheathed inside her. She would have giggled, but their position made that difficult.

 Samantha slid back from his shaft, taking a quick breath before swallowing it once more, fucking her throat with his cock. Moments passed, and then his eyes widened. The blonde half smiled as she felt his cock begin to throb, pulling back so that he could erupt in her mouth. When his breathing slowed, and his shaft began to soften, she tipped her head back, her mouth open so he could see his offering to her oral skills. Her mouth closed and she swallowed, a finger wiping a small leakage from the side of her mouth, licking that clean too.

 Zipped once more, she rose to her feet, kissing him. "How early can you be here tomorrow Stevie?"

 "About eight?"

 "Eight sounds good." Samantha ran her fingers through his hair. "Wear something more casual."

 "Sure thing Sammie."

 With another kiss she pushed him out the door. Her arms crossed under her breasts as she watched him walk towards the path. Stephen turned and waved, she smiled and waved back. Closing the door, she turned to rest her back against it.

 "Goodnight Stevie."



The Milf, the Boys and Pam



I stood in the kitchen looking out over the rear yard with its many trees, bushes and splendid variety of Californian fauna. Up to this the fall, the yard had always looked so good, but since the Latino brothers that had looked after it for years had moved on, it had become long overdue for some tidying up. Even the little shed we had made to look like a small cottage was in urgent need of a good clear out. 

Later that morning I spotted a notice board in the supermarket advertising various sale items and home help needs. I immediately posted a card for students who might be looking for some extra cash for a few hours gardening each week.

Within two days, I had a call from two lads who sounded very keen. I arranged for them to come over later that afternoon to show them what needed doing and to discuss wages and hours. They turned up exactly on time. They were younger than I expected at eighteen, but both were big strapping lads and exceedingly polite, which I liked. They introduced themselves as Paul and David and I told them to call me Sally. 

"We will probably call you mom; you and our moms are about the same age." Paul said. 

I smiled, not mentioning I was forty-eight years old and their mothers were probably somewhat younger. We agreed they would start with the heavy stuff the following afternoon for two or three hours.

They arrived at two o clock and both got straight on with it; I was amazed by how much they got done in just a couple of hours, especially as it had turned out to be a very warm day. I took a huge jug of iced water and some glasses out to the deck for them to take a break and cool down, they were already stripped to their shorts and gulped the water down.

"Do you have a hose?" asked David. 

I pointed it out to him, it was just by the edge of the house wall on a roller, he pulled it out and turned it on himself, soaking himself completely. He then turned it on Paul and soaked him as well, they were really enjoying themselves. Paul grabbed the hose from David and gave him a return blast of water. I just stood there laughing at their antics until Paul turned the hose on me. I was wearing Capri shorts and a T-shirt, within a second I too was soaked to the skin, with my breasts showing clearly through my wet top as I had not worn a bra. 

"Now that's sexy," said Paul. 

"Wow Sally, your nipples really rise to the cold water, let's check them out." 

Before I could even think, they had moved either side of me, grabbed a wrist each to raise both my arms, and then pulled up my t-shirt to expose my bosom. They both cupped and felt my breasts while my nipples were rolled between their fingers for a few moments. When I didn't object to their forward behavior, David suggested they should try to get my nipples bigger, and they both put their mouths over a nipple each and twirled and sucked until they decided they were big enough to meet with their approval. Satisfied with my nipples' arousal, they both stood back to admire their successful technique.

"OK back to work, lots to do," said David. 

I stood there for a few moments in complete shock, although I did manage to pull my T-shirt down. I had not attempted to stop them or help them in any way, I knew that much. It had all happened so quickly and their attitude was that it was all just a bit of fun and of no consequence, which made it all the more difficult for me to comprehend. I went to my bathroom and stripped off all my wet clothes, dried myself, and put a change of outfit on. 

I sat at my dressing table doing my hair and a smile came across my face as I thought about what had just happened in the yard. Not many women of my age get to be felt up by teenage boys I concluded, and then I realized how exciting it had been for me. I thought of how hard the boys had been working and I remembered I had not given them the keys to the shed. There were a couple of old comfy armchairs in there, ideal for them to relax in and take a break out of the sun. I called David back to the house and gave him the key.

"It needs a clear out as well." I told him.

"No problem, we will soon have that done." He replied.

I watched the pair of them from the house. They had already left a huge amount of garden waste to get rid of, and not long later there was a huge pile of junk from the shed to be disposed of as well. They came back to the house having done enough for the day, and promised to return in two days to finish the job. I paid them both for the hours they had done and added an extra hours pay for working so hard. Nothing was said about the water games, which made me feel much more relaxed about it.

That night my husband burned all the garden waste and my son took all the garbage to the dump. They both agreed the boys had done a great job so far.

Thursday arrived and the boys turned up around midday. They told me they would first trim the bushes, and then finish off tidying the shed. They worked just as hard as before, so around two o clock I prepared some iced tea as cooling refreshment for them both. 

They asked me to leave the tray of drinks in the shed; I went inside and was amazed at what I saw. All the tools were hanging neatly in place on the walls, and the bigger items were just as nicely organized. They had the two armchairs out to relax in and a big metal drum was being utilized as a table. 

"It's incredible what you have done so quickly." I said, as I poured them both a drink, which they desperately need.

They swallowed the first drink down and were ready for more. Paul was already sitting down and started to down a second glass of tea, while David turned to me, leaned across and cupped my breasts like he had before.

"Sally! You are naughty; you forgot to wear your bra again." 

"I never do wear one, not until I go out later in the day." I stuttered.

"So you never left it off so we could have another feel of your tits then?" David asked with a tone in his voice, which told me he intended to feel them again anyway.

"Of course not, I told you, I am probably older than your mother." I said, laughing to keep the mood light.

David took the tray off the top of the oil drum and put a cushion on top of it, I was very perplexed at what he was doing, and when I leaned over the oil drum, Paul reached out from his chair and held both my wrists. My mind was just thinking, how could they feel my breasts when they are pressed down against this old drum?

"Let's see what else you forgot Sally." A second later, David's meaning became clear as my shorts were pulled down to the floor. 

"Sally where are your panties?" He asked with a smirk in his voice. "Open your legs for me and let me see what I can find."

I had my eyes tightly shut while all this was happening; I had not tried to struggle as between them I was pretty stuck in this position. When I did open my eyes Paul was staring straight at me and said:

"Relax Sally! Go with the flow, nobody is going to hurt you, enjoy the experience."

I think at that point I knew I was not going to get away, nor would I even try. I did relax and opened my legs, allowing David to run his fingers through my pubic bush, of which there is a lot. My husband has always loved my very hairy bush, which has never been trimmed in all my life. I closed my eyes again as I felt David's fingers feel along my pussy lips, I knew I would not be dry for very long, just the thought of a teenager's hard as steel cock going up inside me had my pussy flowing with excitement. I put my face down into the pillow, so Paul could not see the expression of pure pleasure on my face.

David by now had reached my clit and was tweaking it between his fingers. Making my heart beat even faster.

"I think you are ready," he said, whispering this sexy news into my ear.

A second later, I gasped as I felt his hard cock slipping straight into me, with no hesitation I opened my legs a little wider to accommodate him. For a few moments, he never moved, just held his cock inside me while it twitched and pulsed. He asked me something but I was not listening. I was too busy squeezing his cock with my pussy while it remained motionless inside me. 

"Oh my! That feels fantastic." He cried out.

He then started to fuck me in a very slow and deliberate way. However, I remember only too well that randy teenage boys have just one thought, and that's to get their cum shooting out quickly. David picked up the pace until he was slamming into me, repeatedly lifting my feet off the ground with the power of his thrusting. I had already enjoyed one orgasm the moment he entered me, now I was hoping for a second climax from the wonderful feel of his deep penetrations. No such luck though, just a few second later I felt his cum washing the walls of my pussy as he spurted shot after shot of his seed inside me.

We stood, still attached for a few minutes before David pulled out, muttering some comments about what an easy fuck I had been. I opened my eyes to see if Paul was moving into position to fuck me, I was more than willing for this second teenager to use my cum filled pussy and pound his young cock into me. I wanted him to fuck me for all he was worth like his friend had just done.

I was disappointed when Paul didn't take a turn on me; instead David leaned down and pulled my shorts back up again.

"Thank you Sally, great iced tea and a great break," David said with a huge smile on his face, which made me sort of smile too.

I went back to the house, left their money on the table with a note saying thank you for everything and see you next Tuesday. I went upstairs to my bathroom, ran a nice foamy bath, and lay in the warmth off the hot water thinking to myself I had not been this horny for a very long time.

I was still turned on, I kept thinking about how David had taken it for granted that he could fuck me, and how much I had wanted Paul to as well. I was now a middle aged slut for teenage cock. I knew after that experience either of them could have me anytime they wanted. 

Tuesday came and a friend decided to visit for morning coffee. Pam was a widow a few years younger than I, a great fun person and we got on well. I would describe her as being full figured; my husband is much blunter, he calls her Mrs. Buxom.

Pam became a bit religious after her husband died, she knew I was not and we avoided the subject. Her other asset, besides her ample bust, was being very wealthy with the money her husband had left her. Around midday, the boys arrived and got straight to work weeding all the flowerbeds. After about thirty minutes, they came to the deck where Pam and I were sitting to ask for some iced water, which I got for them, and as we all sat chatting I noticed David whispering to Pam. 

"What did he whisper to you?" I asked when they went back to work, knowing something was going to happen.

"It was really strange, I asked him about getting a quote on my yard, and he said to bring some ice tea out to the shed when they have their next break and we can go over the details.'

"Oh yes," I said. "Did he say anything else?" 

"Yes, he asked me "do you play?" I said yes, but I don't really know what he meant. Do you?"

"Sure I do. They are two young and very horny boys; they probably want to fool around and stroke your breasts."

"I think I can handle those two young pups." She declared laughing.

"My money is on them handling those two very big pups." I retorted, nodding towards her big tits. We both burst out laughing with that comment.

Just over an hour later, I prepared the iced tea for the boys and gave it to Pam to deliver to the shed as requested. The boys followed her inside and it was more than twenty minutes before they re-appeared. Paul went back to work, while Pam, looking a little dishevelled, came back to me and said:

"I am just taking David to see my yard to get an estimate of the cost of the work that needs doing. I will speak to you later." 

"Good idea; they certainly do an excellent job." I said, with a knowing wink at her. 

Paul stayed with me and carried on with his work until finishing an hour or so later and asked if he could use the hose to wash himself down. I offered the shower room for his use, but he was happy with the hose outside. I went inside to get him a towel and was delighted to find him naked, spraying himself down when I came back. I stood and watched while holding the towel ready to dry him when he was finished. 

As soon as he turned the hose off, I leapt on him with the towel to dry him all over, making sure certain areas did not miss my attentions, He took the towel from me and draped it around his waist, then sat down on the hose box and asked for the can of coke which I had on the deck table.

"You can suck me off if you like," he suggested with full confidence, then opened the towel to expose his rapidly hardening cock. 

"With pleasure," I said, smiling and kneeling down in front of him.

"And how did you get on with Pam." I asked him, as I took his cock in my hand and worked it up to a full throbbing erection.

"Not much resistance," He said laughing. "I hope she likes it up her ass, David cannot resist fucking those huge assed women, she is probably getting it right now." 

"Oh dear, I very much doubt she has ever done that before. It's not a favourite of mine either." I explained, but Paul was not listening, he was more interested in pushing my head down to take his cock in my mouth.

It had been quite a while since I last performed a good blow job, and to have such a lovely young cock to suck on was pure delight. I gave a few little sucks on the tip, and then took him deep to let him use my throat like a pussy. I knew he would not last long with that kind of treatment, so I finished him off by pumping his shaft until he shot his full load between my lips.

Paul left a few minutes after I had sucked him dry. I was hoping Pam would call me that evening but I had to wait until the following day for the story. She turned up at midday gasping to tell me all the details.

"I just cannot believe what has happened to me in the last day, I'm not even sure if I should be ashamed or elated," she explained, as I poured her a glass of wine.

"Start at the beginning, what happened in the shed?" I asked her. 

"It started off so easily, we talked about plants and bushes, David asked me if I kept my bush trimmed, it took me a moment to understand that, but to appear cool and with it, I said yes, especially in the summer, they smiled and went back to talking about gardening. Then Paul asked me if my breasts were real, of course they are I said to him with mock indignation. He asked if he could feel them, at the same time cupping them with his hands before I had chance answer. I tried to push his hand away but could not, so I just let him continue. He then wanted to get them out, I said no but they grabbed a wrist each, held my arms, and undid my blouse."

"Were you angry or amused?" I asked her. 

"That's the strange thing Sally, it was all a game to them and the way they did it made it a game for me too, I was not angry at all. They let go off my wrists, took my blouse off and I was just standing there in my bra while they drank their ice tea, looking at my chest the whole time. I am not sure who did it, but my bra was un-clipped and David took it off my shoulders. I initially covered them with my hands."

"Did they touch them? It's getting exciting." I told her

"I am getting to that, be patient. I think it was Paul who pulled my hands down and all four hands covered me, pulling, stroking and tweeking my nipples with lots of comments about how great they were. The size of my areola seemed to really impress them, they both started sucking and licking a nipple each and I have to say that felt fantastic. This must have gone on for five or ten minutes before they decided it was time to get back to work. David suggested I drive him to my place to see what work I wanted done. I got dressed and we drove off, as you know."

"As we drove to my place, we just chatted about nothing until he told me he wanted to get my tits out again for another feel when we got to my house, without thinking I just agreed." 

"We first went into the yard to inspect the work needed. David got a pen and notebook out and wrote down all the details. We then went into the dining room and he continued to work on his notes while I made some coffee. I joined him at the table and he asked me questions about my husband and told me how sorry he was to hear he had died so young."

"He got very personal after that, he started to ask about what our sex life had been like and used very crude language. He asked how often we used to fuck, did I suck his cock and even, did I like it up the ass, all his words not mine. I tried to be fairly honest with him, without the embarrassing details, and told him we had sex regularly, including oral sex when we were a lot younger, and yes Sally I did tell him that George had been an ass man. He then wanted to know if I enjoyed all these sexual activities. I had to say I did, but I added George had been sick for many years before he died, so it had been a long time since I had done any of these things."

"Did he touch you while he was talking to you?" I asked, getting quite excited at these revelations about my friend that I never knew.

"No! He just sat there listening to me very attentively in a manner way beyond his years." 

"That's the calm before they hit you with something." I offered.

"And he certainly did that." Pam said.

He suddenly looked straight at me and said he wanted to fuck my ass over the edge of the sofa, to do me hard right then and there. I made an excuse and went upstairs to the bathroom, I sat there for a few minutes before realizing that my libido had gone into overdrive for the first time in years. I went into my bedroom, searched through my bedside cupboard and retrieved an old tube of KY and an old out of date condom. I took off my panties, went back downstairs and told to David make sure I enjoy it as I gave him the KY and the condom."

"You really like it that way then?" I asked Pam.

"Oh God yes! George was the master at it". Pam said smiling.

"I pulled the drapes closed, then leaned over the arm of the sofa. David immediately pulled my skirt up and started to stroke my ass using both hands, making the usual sexual comments. After a few moments, I felt the cold of the KY on my body and his finger going into my anus slowly, while the other hand was pushing a few fingers into my pussy. I was already getting really excited with this double penetration. He increased the number of fingers going into my rear and as my body got used to the intrusion, he added more KY to make a very slick entry."

"I heard his zip go down and his hand leave me as he rolled the condom on. His hands came back onto my rear, while his cock was poking its way into my pussy, he made just a few strokes, just enough to get it slick, and then pushed it slowly into my anus and sunk it fully in with one push. The full feeling was incredible and it certainly took me back to my youth." 

"David started quite slowly until I got used to the intrusion, but once I had settled down, he speeded up to a crescendo of fast thrusting. I buried my face in the cushion to muffle the screams of pleasure he was giving me. All too quickly, he came; but he kept his cock deep inside me until I came down from my high."

"He went to the refrigerator to get a can of drink, while I pulled my skirt down and sat on the sofa. When he came back, we carried on discussing the work to be done without saying another word about sex."

"Well at least he never got your breasts out again." We both burst out laughing at that...

Paul and David did quite a few more little jobs for me before starting working for Pam. Paul fucked me at last but preferred to laze back in one of the armchairs and have me suck him off each time they showed up. I also sucked David off a few times, but he lost interest in fucking me when I refused to offer him my ass.




The Milf, the Boys and Pam



It was just over a month later that I received an invite to a garden soiree at Pam's house on the following Sunday. We had spoken on the telephone a few times in between and she confirmed that she was now being used and abused by the boys on a regular basis, and like me, she loved everything they did to her plus having her ass fucked anytime David wanted.

There was about eight of us to see the grand opening of Pam's new look yard, and we all agreed they had done a fabulous job. We all settled down to enjoy the food and wine that Pam had provided, and I also got a chance to meet her two children and her Japanese housekeeper, who was a rather strange woman.

It was many hours later that people started to drift off and I could speak to Pam privately. Of course my main question was going to be what she would do for her daily exercise now the boys had finished her yard, she looked at me with a huge smile. 

"I am going to have large summerhouse built. The boys have found me a very good builder; he is in his thirties, black, and apparently very receptive to a woman's needs."

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked.

"He will fuck anything in a skirt." 

"Hmm, I think we could do with a summerhouse." We both howled with laughter at that.

And the summer rolls on.



The Milf The Boys And The Gazebo



My husband Martin announced over dinner one Friday that a work colleague of his was getting married the following day and we had been invited. I had never met this guy or his bride but apparently it was our duty to attend as far as Martin was concerned. I was more than happy to go along, I like a good wedding and the chance to dress up and enjoy ourselves.

That night I went through the closet to decide what to wear. The reception and party were being held in the garden of the groom's parents, and as it was a late afternoon and into the evening event, I went for a standard little black dress. Martin approved as the one I chose nicely shows off what he calls 'my ample cleavage.' With matching underwear laid out, I was ready for the following day.

I thoroughly enjoyed the event, lovely food, plenty of drink and even some dancing with Martin. As dusk arrived and most people moved inside, I began to feel the effects of drinking too much wine, needing to clear my head I wandered along the path heading to a gazebo I had seen earlier. As I got closer I noticed what looked like an older teenager standing by the gazebo door having a smoke, I had to smile to myself as I wondered if my teenage son did the same thing. As I approached, he stepped back inside the gazebo, which was one of the modern ones all glass and white vinyl, there was no light inside but enough moonlight to see a person. 

"Hi! Are you with the wedding group?" I asked as I stepped in.

The door slammed shut behind me and another teenager appeared.

"The wedding is next door," he told me. "You crossed into our yard, hopefully to entertain us."

"Entertain you? What is that supposed to mean?"

He did not answer, just gave me an arrogant stare and ordered me to sit down. I did as he told me and offered no resistance when he grabbed my bag and began to go through it, helping himself to the fifty dollars in there.

"So you are Sally?" He asked me, reading my driving licence and I nodded to confirm it. 

"I am John and this is Tony." He said, pointing to the quieter one. "And that's where you live, I know it well; we might come and visit you one day for a surprise." They both found that funny and laughed. I laughed to myself as well but didn't show it, I was thinking of the fun I had enjoyed earlier that summer with two other teenage boys.

"What do you want from me then?" I asked, half hoping I'd found two new randy young admirers to fool around with. 

"Our mother tells us that we have to empty our balls at least once a day at our age and both she and our sister are away this weekend so the duty is down to you." John said.

"You have sex with your mother and sister?" I asked, shocked at his revelation.

"Sure we do, Mom just brings us off by hand, but we fuck our sister all the time, she is eighteen and cock mad." John boasted. 

I turned to Tony, "Is that all true?" I asked him and he nodded.

"That's awful! I suppose you want me to wank you both off as well?"

"You could suck us off instead, we like that more," John replied.

"I bet you do, get it out then, but I'm only doing a hand job."

"You first, get your tits out." John demanded.

I loosened my wrap around dress and pulled my breasts out of my bra, while John dropped his trousers and stood stroking his cock right in front of me. I leaned forward and took him in my hand; he was rock hard within seconds as I pumped on his shaft. I was enjoying myself already, thinking of how often I had done this not so long ago with those other two randy young boys.

I knew I was getting wet; I love the sight and feel of a young cock with a nice pair of balls. I squeezed harder and harder on John's steel like erection, worked that shaft faster as he moaned and oozed pre-cum over his nice shiny cock head. I knew he was close, and sure enough seconds later he was spraying his cum all over the floor, missing my face by a matter of inches. 

"Do you feel better now?" I asked him.

"Hell yes, you're pretty good for an old lady." 

"Well I've had plenty of experience," I told him.

"It shows, now sort Tony out while I go to the house for more cigarettes."

"Yes sir!" I answered as he left, locking the door behind him.

"Are you ready?" I said, trying to look Tony straight in the eye through the dim moonlight coming into the gazebo. His trousers were soon down around his ankles, revealing a very proud and hard cock, slighter bigger than his brothers but with blonde pubes that were hardly noticeable, making it look even bigger. This was a beautiful cock with the tightest of balls; I was transfixed as it pulsated so invitingly before me.

"You have a beautiful cock Tony." I said and I meant it.

I leaned forward, cupped his heavy balls in my hand, and then took him straight into my wide open mouth; this was one cock I simply had to suck off. I moved my lips back and forth on him, twirled my tongue around his big bell end, and kissed and licked all over his magnificent young manhood to further excite him. I could hear his moans of pure pleasure as his hands firmly took hold of my head, forcing me to take more of him between my lips. His cock started to twitch and pulsate as he fucked my mouth in the approach to his orgasm. 

I was on my knees by now, letting him use me how he wanted, until finally he held my head even tighter and fired shot after shot of his warm cum down my throat. I eagerly swallowed his full load, not allowing a single drop to spill. He tasted so good; I desperately needed to be fucked immediately, but knew that was a bit too risky in the circumstances.

"Oh God Sally, that was fabulous."

"My special treat to you, keep it to yourself, you promise?"

"I promise." He said almost apologetically.

I tidied myself up and within a few moments the door opened and John was back looking worried. 

"I can hear people out there calling your name." John said.

"It's probably my husband, call him over," I asked. 

Tony went outside and called out. Martin and another party goer were soon stood at the gazebo door.

"What are you doing in here?" Martin asked. 

"I twisted my ankle on the path while walking and these nice young men helped me inside to sit down for a few minutes, then I gave them my no smoking speech when I saw their cigarettes."

"Thanks for taking care of her; I think she has had a little too much wine. We will take her away and you can enjoy a nice quiet smoke." They all laughed at that comment.

I managed to get a quick wink to Tony as we walked back to the party, of course never expecting to see either of them again, but hoping I would, I'd really enjoyed sucking Tony off and I knew I needed him to fuck me.

We eventually got back home and I slept so well, although the next day I was a little delicate and gave my usual speech about never drinking so much wine again. I will admit to having more than a few dreams about the boys taking advantage of me, especially Tony's lovely cock sliding up into me in many a lust-filled fantasy. 

It was Tony I wanted but there seemed little chance of it happening, everything seemed to be returning to boring normality, until about ten days later. I had just got of the shower, when the doorbell rang. I pulled on jeans and a shirt and went to the front door, opened it expecting to see the mail carrier with a parcel, but instead found two young men around eighteen or twenty years old, holding out a $50 note. 

"Yes! Can I help you?" I asked, pretending to be totally unaware of who they were.

'You don't remember us then?" 

"I have no idea who you are, are you going to tell me." I demanded. 

"The wedding, you drank too much, the gazebo next door." Tony offered.

"Ah! That was you two was it, as you said I was a bit drunk, I hardly remember it." I lied. 

"We felt guilty about taking your money, we wanted to return it. I am John and this is Tony." He volunteered. 

"You had better come in." I let them in and took them through to the kitchen. I offered them a soda and took the $50 from John's hand. 

"I admire your honesty," I told them. "As I said; I don't remember much and don't recall the $50 at all."

"We thought perhaps we could do you some sort of service as recompense for our stupidity," Tony said smiling.

"Well! Yes there is a job you can do for me that has been overlooked for a while, you could tidy up the garden shed, it should only take about an hour, and then your debt is paid."

"I will do that job." Volunteered John.

"Thank you John, and for Tony it's up to the spare room for some of the same, there is a lot that needs seeing to in there."

John went off to the garden shed, while Tony followed me to the spare room. As soon as we were inside, I whirled on him.

"So what did you tell John we did after he left to get his cigarettes?" I demanded to know.

"I told him we just talked, he believes I was too scared to do anything without him there to egg me on, I did promise you I was not going say anything and it was so good I wanted to keep it to myself anyway."

"You are a good boy; I knew I could trust you, now where would you like to start?"

He just stared at me quizzically not sure at all what I meant.

"I mean where would you like to start your work, perhaps you want the same thing again, or perhaps you want something different?" The huge smile that came on his face told me no more words were necessary.

"Why don't you take off all your clothes and lay on the bed, I know a little game we can play." I said with a huge grin.

I walked to the window and pulled the curtains closed, my body is OK for my age but far from perfect, I did not want him to run off. I turned back to him and in the gloom I could clearly see his magnificent cock standing fully hard and erect, he was stroking it lightly as I undressed.

"Fuck me." He said leering. 

"Thank you, I think I will." I retorted as I walked toward the bed and was amazed to see him putting on a condom, the boy was prepared I thought as I sat astride his legs. 

"I love your tits and that hairy cunt." He professed as his hands pawed up and down me. 

His began to tease and tantalize my nipples, while I took his cock in hand and just placed the tip inside me. I leaned forward so he could suck each of my breasts in turn as I waited for full penetration, his penis stimulating my slit as I slid back and forth with my body hovering over his hips, eager for the right moment to slide the full length of his beautiful cock deep into my pussy. Tony was pushing his hips up in an effort to force his cock fully home and satisfy his young and urgent sexual need.

"Oh my God." I called out as he slid further inside me and I lowered myself to welcome his thrusts.

I stopped any movement and just savoured the hardness and internal movement of his throbbing cock. As soon as I started to move up and down, the slick walls of my pussy began contracting, sending pulses of pleasure through my entire body, and the first electrifying orgasm hit me.

I could not stop my pussy from squeezing Tony's wonderful young cock as we continued our fucking in slow steady movement, he of course wanted to speed up to get himself off but this was just my pleasure time and I intended it to last as long as possible. Slowly Tony got his way and began slamming his cock up into me until he exploded with a big gasp. With the condom on, I could not feel his cum jetting into me, which was disappointing. 

I had gone through at least three, maybe four orgasms and I was sated. We both lay there for a few moments, I looked at Tony's cock which lay spent on his thigh and 

very flaccid. I removed the condom and disposed of it for him.

I left him laying there as I pulled on my shirt and jeans, looking at the clock I noticed we had been at it for about thirty minutes, I went downstairs, grabbed a can of soda, and then walked to the shed to see how John was getting on. I gave him the drink and told him what a good job he was doing; I estimated he would be another thirty minutes, enough time for Tony and I to make pretence of clearing out the spare room.

I ran up the stairs to hear Tony in the shower, so I started to get together a few boxes and stacked them ready to take downstairs. When he came out he walked straight toward me and stood there displaying himself proudly naked.

"My turn now." He said.

He undid my jeans and pulled them down to my knees, pulled all the buttons open on my shirt and pushed me back until I fell back on the bed. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs placing them on his shoulders and stared at my pussy.

"Sheesh! That's some hairy cunt; I hope I can get my tongue through it." He said

laughing.  

Without any finesse, he attacked my bush using his finger and tongue to find my clit, which was waiting anxiously for attention. He found it very quickly and flicked that button with his tongue, sending me mad with pleasure. Receiving oral sex from a hot young man should be the right of every woman, I thought to myself. It did not last long enough though; the urge to sink his cock into my depths soon overtook him. He stood up saying. 

"It's time to fuck you." This was not going to be a gentle fuck, I thought, he was in control now and it was solely to satisfy him.

Fortunately, I was more than wet enough to enjoy his cock being thrusted fully into me. If I had any doubts about doing this, they soon evaporated as Tony pummelled into me the way youngsters do with a pussy at their mercy. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of his young cock going in and out of me, my juices flowing as the orgasms rolled over me. 

My legs had already encircled his and I was pulling him into me. I was actually getting dizzy with the feelings rushing through my body. I felt the first spurt erupt from him followed by three more. I still held him tightly with my legs as we both came down from our climax. 

He uncoupled from me and let my legs go back down; I kept them closed to hopefully stop myself leaking all over the bed. Tony lay alongside me as we both got our breath back from all the exertion. My mind wandered to the possibility that this was a one off and perhaps I was far too old for him. 

"Thank you for a great experience." I told him. He sat up and looked me straight in the eyes saying 

"When can we do it again? I want to fuck you at least twice a day." 

"Whoa there! Remember I have husband and children. How about every Thursday for as long as you can keep quiet about it? Any slips and it's over for good. I will work out an arrangement." 

"I can keep a secret." He said.

I jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom for a shower, telling Tony to move a few boxes downstairs to make it look like he had been doing something other than fucking me. I followed him twenty minutes later to find them both sitting at the table in the yard with cans of soda from my refrigerator. We all walked up to the shed and inspected John's work; he really had done a good job.

"You are the winner," I told John. "You get $25 to spend, Tony has got to come back next Thursday to finish off his work and you are not to come along and help him." 

"It's not my fault I did not finish, I got distracted." Tony said.

"Never mind you can finish off what you started next week." I said with a mile.

John went back to the shed to lock the door at my request, and I took the opportunity to rub Tony's crotch. 

"Oh my! You are hard again and I have a whole week to wait, keep it ready for me." 

We both laughed and stood up as John returned from locking the shed, giving me the key as they both left. I sat back in my chair as I thought about what I could do next week with that lovely young cock. In addition, I thought about how drinking too much wine had led me astray again. I had no regrets though.

And the summer rolled on... 



The Milf The Boys And The Pool



It was Friday about midnight; we had just arrived home from a boring dinner party thrown by a colleague of Martin, my husband. I stepped out of the shower and flopped naked on the bed feeling quite tired. Martin had other ideas; his head nestled between my legs and he started to lap at my pussy with a slow and deliberate pace, after more than twenty years of marriage he knows exactly what I like and when I liked it. Twenty minutes later, I came with a huge gush soaking his face and repeatedly thanking him. He sat up and just smiled before we both fell asleep.

The telephone woke us at nine o clock the following morning.

"Oh Shit, is it today?" I heard Martin say, followed by, "do not worry, we will be there."

"Damn!" He said to me. "We have to be at a wedding at two o clock this afternoon, it is my fault I forgot all about it," He was annoyed with himself but it was just a work colleague getting married that he hardly knew, we were only expected to attend because Martin is his boss.

"Don't panic, we have plenty of time," I told him and he calmed down.

To cheer him up I got out my nice dark blue wedding suit with a miniscule bra and matching panties and holdups, with a warning to him to keep his hands to himself. All to no avail, as by the time we were in the car his hand was wandering all over me.

I thoroughly enjoyed the party after the wedding. There was plenty of food, drink and some dancing. As dusk arrived and most people moved inside, I was starting to feel the effects of too much wine, needing to clear my head I wandered into the garden heading to the fountain I had seen earlier. As I got closer I noticed two teenagers standing there having a smoke, both about eighteen or nineteen years old. I had to smile to myself as I wondered if my teenage son did the same thing. As soon as they saw me, they hid the cigarettes in their hands. I was about to call out it was no problem and suddenly found myself flying through the air. I was later to find out there was a small retaining wall that I had somehow managed to fall over.

I lay there on my back, the wind knocked out of me and my left ankle was giving me severe pain. I could feel myself drifting into unconsciousness, for how long I had no idea. I could hear strange voices and part of their conversation.

'Is she out cold?' 

"Lift her skirt, and feel her cunt."

"I want to feel her tits. Wow, look at her sexy underwear!" 

I must have passed out again, because when I came around I could feel my breasts being fondled and another hand was doing a very good job of rubbing my clit. I think I may have started to moan as I heard a voice say something like "coming around, quick, stop."

I opened my eyes to see two teenagers standing over me.

"What happened, my ankle is really hurting?" I asked.

"You fell over the wall; you may have broken your ankle, an ambulance is on the way," one of the boys told me. 

Two hours later, Martin and I left the emergency room; fortunately, it was just a bad sprain and a tiny fracture, a week on crutches and a bit of therapy would get me back to normal. The following day I spent mostly in bed letting the pills the hospital gave me do their work. By late afternoon my mind went back to being fondled by two teenage boys, which I had now decided was probably a dream, but exciting enough to persuade me to get my dildo out of the drawer and bring myself off. My mind was working overtime as the orgasms swept over me.

Martin arrived home with news that he had arranged for me to visit a work colleague's house for the next three days. He told me the house had a pool and that there would be no better therapy to exercise with no strain on my ankle. As it was my left ankle, I would be able to drive over to the house. He followed up by telling me that the guy's sons always get home about three in the afternoon, and they would help me in and out of the pool if I had any difficulty.

A few minutes later Martin added that these two boys were the ones that had found me, and they deserved a big thank you from me. I gulped as the memory flashed through my mind again, If it was not a dream, they had been well thanked already. 

However, I was sure the event was just in my mind and they were just a couple of innocent teenagers with little interest in a woman in her mid forties. 

The following day I managed the short drive to the house with the pool and sure enough, the two boys were sitting on the wall outside waiting for me. They greeted me very cordially and helped me out of my car, saying how glad there were to see me up and around. 

I had put my plain black one-piece swimsuit on under my sweat suit to drive over. It was a glorious hot day, the boys helped me to sit down on a pool deck chair, and we introduced ourselves properly.

"I am Mrs Simpson, but do call me Sally," I looked at the taller one and said, "I believe you are Peter and your brother is Dan."

"That's right," Peter said with a big grin on his face. We chatted for a few more minutes and then I slipped off my sweat suit ready for my first swim.

"Are you going to help me into the water then boys?"

Both of them leapt up and helped me from the chair, taking hold of an arm each as they escorted me down the pool steps into the water. The pool was lovely and warm, my ankle had no weight on it and I could exercise perfectly well. Peter stood at the side watching me and Dan went into the house. I swam quite a few lengths then stopped to take a rest. Peter pulled off his T-shirt and wearing his shorts, he jumped in and swam over to me.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes! Just stopping for a break, it has been a long time since I did any swimming." 

"Good! I wanted to talk to you anyway. More of a confession really," he said.

"Really, and what have you got to confess?" I asked smiling.

Sounding rather proud of himself, he said. " When you were unconscious my brother and I put our hands down your dress and felt your tits, we really enjoyed it, I want to feel them again and to see them this time."

"I don't really think that's a good idea, I am old enough to be your mother," I remonstrated.

Peter grabbed my hand and put it on his cock, which was incredibly hard and throbbing nicely. I felt flattered to be the reason for his arousal, and I held his erection perhaps for a second too long before pulling my hand away. 

"See what you do to me," he said.

"I am not touching that either, are you sex mad?" I asked, as I turned away from him. 

His arm came around me, he pulled my swimsuit down to my waist, his hands clamped on my breasts, and he began rubbing and lightly squeezing my now erect nipples. It was impossible to get him off me; I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass.

"Please stop," I asked repeatedly. 

He slowed after a while and forcibly turned me to face him; before I knew what was happening he was sucking my nipples, one after the other until there was a big splash and we both looked up to see Dan swimming toward us.

"Let me get a feel as well," he said loudly. 

I now had a boy either side of me feeling and sucking my breasts. I had pretty much accepted my fate, and was going along with it, until I felt two hands go down my swimsuit. So far, I think I had given the impression that this was all just childish nonsense and that I was totally ambivalent to what was happening, but I knew contact with my pussy would give me away. I tried to twist my body aside, but too late, their fingers had reached their goal.

"You certainly have a forest down there," Dan said. "But we both love a hairy cunt; do you like it when we rub your clit in a circular motion?"

I looked straight into his face and said. "You should not be doing this, it's very wrong, please stop." They took no notice; first Peter slid his fingers into me and then made way for Dan, who must have had three or even four digits up me. 

I could feel the flush of an orgasm start to come over me. "Enough!" I shouted out and managed to twist from their grip. I pulled my swimsuit back up and carried on swimming a few more lengths, I turned to the boys and smiling asked them to help me out of the water. As I dried off, I told them:

"I am a bit annoyed with you both, you knew I was not well and you took advantage of my weak condition, which was not nice." They both looked suitably contrite, staring at the floor as I talked to them. "Now help me to my car, then go to your rooms and use your right hands to get those erections down. Moreover, do it again before I arrive here tomorrow."

They both laughed and probably did just that, I know I had to have the same sort of relief when I got home. However, the best bit, my ankle was really feeling a whole lot better.

The following day I arrived a little late and they were both sitting outside on the wall again waiting for me. They helped me around to the rear of the house and into the pool area; both of them were being very chatty and friendly.

"I am going straight in the water; give me a little help please." 

They jumped up and carefully supported me until I was in the pool. They both sat on the steps while I swam up and down giving my ankle and the rest of me plenty of exercise. After about twenty minutes I stopped for a rest and joined them on the pool steps. 

"Did you do as I asked before I arrived?" I asked smiling.

"Yes! And it did not help much," Peter said laughing. 

"Don't tell me you both have erections now," I gasped.

Peter was very quick; he grabbed my hand and forced it down his shorts. This time I did not pull back. I encircled his cock with my hand and slowly started to rub him. He lay back on the steps and let me get on with wanking him. I looked over at Dan who was stood the other side of me and his hand was down his shorts playing with himself while watching me. I mouthed to him I would help him in a moment and he stopped touching his own cock, preferring to wait for my touch. I speeded up with Peter and he came in his shorts, repeating 'oh yes oh yes' and then just laid there saying thank you repeatedly.

I asked Dan to give me a moment as my wrist was stiff from the angle I was at; he nodded and just sat waiting with a grin on his face until I said.

"Stand in front of me Dan, time for your treat." 

I was still sitting on the steps leaving my arms at his waist height. With one swift tug I pulled his shorts down his legs and my right hand gripped his hard cock and my left hand cupped his balls. His legs were already shaking; I knew he would not last long, Dan's cock was bigger than his brothers, and his balls felt heavy and tight. 

I loved the feel of him in my hand and I slowly but firmly pumped his shaft, drawing his foreskin fully back to reveal a lovely shiny head. I think I must have licked my lips at that point, because he suddenly got the impression I was going to take him in my mouth. He grabbed hold of my head and pulled me closer to him.

"Go on Sally, suck it," he told me.

"I don't think so," I said.

"We both know you want to," he replied. 

"Well maybe just this once Dan, I did say I would treat you."

On hearing me say those words he moved forward and I was sucking on a teenager's cock, rolling my tongue around his bell end before taking him deeper. He only lasted a matter of seconds, I could hear his breathing getting heavier until, without further warning, he spurted a huge load of thick creamy cum to the back of my mouth, I didn't have any choice but to let his spunk slide down my throat.

"Oh god Sally," he yelled out, as his cock pulsed again and shot the rest of his cum for me to swallow.

"Now remember this has to be a super secret." I pleaded after I'd finished sucking Dan. They both nodded and I actually believed them. We all got out of the pool and everything went back to normal.

"It's my last day tomorrow," I announced. "The swimming has been really effective in helping my ankle, thank you so much." 

As I drove home, I wondered if I had gone far too far today, but that thought quickly went as the warm feeling and taste of young lust reminded me of the sexy fun I had enjoyed. My only worry now was how far I would go the next day. 

I was going out for dinner with friends after the following days swim, which would mean I would have to take a change of clothes with me and get ready at the boys house. I told them as soon as I arrived and they offered me the use of a spare room with a door straight to the pool, there was a table in there and a few other bits and pieces of furniture, it was obviously just used as a junk room. 

I had my swim in relative peace, got out, sat and had a can of drink the boys had left for me while they swam up and down full of laughter and just enjoying themselves. I had thought that perhaps they were just not in the mood for the sexual bit today; which seemed strange, and it was a bittersweet thought as I was secretly hoping for a repeat of yesterday's action

I went through the side door to the small room to change and get ready for my evening out, when both boys came in to join me.

"We thought we could watch you get naked," said Peter.

"Are you going to get naked first then?" I asked.

Their swim shorts immediately fell to the floor and I stared at two beautiful young male bodies, tight, trim and muscular, with both their cocks in a semi flaccid state. Peter said it was my turn, so I dropped the top half of my swimming costume to my waist and the sight of my bare breasts was enough to make their cocks rise to hardness. They both took hold of themselves and applied a stroking motion on their swelling erections. I finished undressing and stood there naked while they stared at me for a few seconds. 

"What would you like to do now?" I asked, half expecting them to ask me to wank or suck their cocks off again.

I got my answer when they both stepped toward me and walked me backward until my ass hit the edge of the table; I was lifted and pushed back until I was laying with my legs hanging over the edge. I didn't know exactly what was going to happen, but my libido was rising and my body was aching to be touched.

I did not have to wait long until my breasts were being caressed by one of them, while the other was licking the inside of my thighs. I opened my legs wide as my mind urged the licking to become more intense. I felt my legs being lifted and my feet being placed on the table, with my knees up I was now even wider spread apart. I was completely at their mercy, my pussy an easy target for anything they wanted. A finger went inside me and the licking of my thigh resumed, slowly heading up toward my pussy lips and then hopefully my clit, which by now was begging for attention.

"For fuck sake eat me," I screamed out and a tongue immediately invaded me, much to my delight. "Oh fuck, that feels so good, for God's sake don't stop." 

My body was shaking with all the pleasure signals going through me as hands and tongues were all over my body. My eyes stayed shut as I wallowed in extreme pleasure. Now I was more than ready for a young, hard cock inside me. 

"Fuck me, fuck me now," I blurted out between heavy breaths.

Within seconds Dan's big cock was prodding at me, a few clumsy jabs until he found my wet slit, and then he sank deep inside me in one smooth motion. He proceeded to fuck me at a nice slow pace, which I was enjoying until the pace became a blur as he slammed harder and harder into me. He was just using me, looking to dump his load inside me and very soon he did just that. 

As soon as he pulled out, Pete stepped up to take his turn on me and drove his cock hard into my spunk filled pussy with no ceremony whatsoever. He had the same urgency to fuck me and shoot his spunk in me as his brother.. There would have to be some training before this happened again I thought, as I lay there being used again as nothing more to them than a slutty cum dump. 

Number two was just as quick with me and I thought they were done, but by now Dan was already rock hard again and eager for a second go on me. This time he didn't have the same urge to cum so quickly and seemed determined to prove to Peter that he could fuck me the hardest.

"Stop, stop," I screamed, but I don't think I really wanted him to.

"Go on, fuck her," Peter called out, encouraging his brother to keep ramming his cock into me.

"Oh Jesus, yes, yes" and the feel of fast and repeated deep penetration was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

We came together; spunk pouring from me now as I climaxed with Dan's cock buried deep inside me. But I felt guilty and even ashamed for enjoying being used like I had been. The boys went back outside congratulating themselves on a job well done in their minds. I jumped in the shower to get cleaned up, and after getting dressed and ready to meet my friends later, I joined the boys sitting at the table by the pool.

"That was not very good sex for me." I told them. "You started off OK but then there was no gentleness or caring for me, you just acted like dogs shagging me repeatedly. You both need a lot of training before that will ever happen again."

"Really? We both thought you loved it." Dan replied.

"A little more tenderness and appreciation would have been nice."

"Let me make it up to you then." Said Dan.

He immediately leapt to his feet and crawled under the table; I pushed myself forward on the chair, opened my legs and felt him pulling my panties to one side. He started to lick my labia lips and my clit tingled with excitement at the feel of his tongue. I guided his head and kept him at it for some ten minutes, enjoying every second as I instructed him all the time. 

Finally, as an orgasm scorched through my body, my legs locked on his head and I buried his face in my pussy with my hands. He looked relieved when I let the pressure off him. He grabbed his towel as he sat back in his chair and wiped the mess that had poured from me off his face. I put my soaking panties back in place and lowered my skirt and smiled at them both.

"Now you both now know how to do that properly I will re-test you both at our next meeting and after that we will have to start at fucking 101. Are you game for that or do you think you know it all?"

"We really need the lessons Mrs Simpson and are grateful for your help." Dan said.

"Call me at this number anytime on Monday and I will tell you where we will meet next week." I gave them a note with my cell number.

I got up and left them to think about the sex they would be having the following week. As I drove off to my meeting, I did the same. Of course I was thinking of it purely as an educational assignment, I always did want to be a teacher.

And the summer rolled on. 



The Military Wife



I washed my vibrator off and stuck it inside my panty drawer thinking to myself I didn't sign up for this shit. How am I a married woman with three small children and still have the need for a vibrator? Simple. My husband, JD, is in the military, the Air Force to be exact, and he is gone quite a bit. Seems like he is only here long enough to get me pregnant before he is gone again. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband. To death, actually. But I do not enjoy spending countless nights alone. When we are together we really enjoy each other. We have good company, good conversation, and the best sex ever. And while he is gone, we do send pictures, and do some webcam activities, but ain't nothing like the real thing. I am in my early thirties, and I am in my sexual peak! I should be doing it on a regular, not twice in a damn year!

On top of the fact that he is gone quite often, we are stationed here in the middle of nowhere Arizona. Of all places, Arizona. I didn't even know black people lived here. It has really been an adjustment, and this has been the toughest year of our five year marriage. JD got promoted this year, and now he flies quite often. I know this is his dream, and he promised me that after this we could go back farther south where we come from, and that he would be here to help me with these three children we have, but it is still tough. We have two boys, James, Jr. age 5, Mikey, age 3, and one girl, Kia, age 2. So three small children, no dick, living in bumfuck nowhere—something's gotta give! I just was unaware how soon that something was.

The couple that moved into the house across the street was another military, young, black couple like we were. I had been meaning to go over and introduce myself. I see that they had some children, but they were older than my kids. They seemed friendly enough, we always spoke if we passed each other. At this point, I needed to build some type of friendship to keep my sanity. I dressed in my Saturday best, a jogging suit, and picked up the basket I bought from the grocery store the other day to welcome them and introduce myself and the kids. The kids were already ready so we all went out and crossed the street. 

I rang the doorbell, holding the basket and Kia at the same time, fussing at James and Mikey to get out of the couple's plants. A child opened the door; he looked to be about 10. I introduced myself and he invited us in and called his mother from the kitchen.

"Hi. My name is Andrea. I live across the street; these are my babies, James, Mikey and Kia. I wanted to introduce myself and welcome you into the neighborhood."

The woman looked at me and smiled. She was a nice looking woman. She had long hair, brown skinned, nice shape, was a little on the thick side but still was shapely, a beautiful smile, and big brown eyes with long lashes. Two dimples adorned her round face, and her demeanor was so pleasant it seemed like I already knew here. 

"Hey! I'm Connie. That little rascal that opened the door is my son Tim, and my other son TJ is outside in the back. Let me see these beautiful babies you have."

Before I knew it, we were talking like old friends. She and her husband had been married for eight years, together fifteen. Her husband, Teddy, also flew often leaving her alone. Her oldest son, TJ, was 13 and the youngest Tim, was eleven. She said tried to make a home everywhere she went because it was hard being away from all your family and friends. They had only been in Arizona four months, and he currently was on a six-month deployment. That was shorter than my husband's deployment; he was on a nine-month one. My boys had instantly taking a liking to Tim, while my baby entertained Connie in between our bits of conversation. Neither of us was currently working, and so we made plans for Sunday dinner the next day. 

Once I got back home, I realized I enjoyed the outing and the adult conversation. The only thing about Connie that was different was she was very touchy-feely. She touched my hand when she laughed, and she stroked my face and complimented me on my looks, she grabbed my arm when we walked into another room, and she fingered my hair more than once. I wasn't used to that type of behavior, but some people are like that so I let it slide. I looked forward to Sunday dinner.

***

Over the next few weeks, Connie and I had grown close. Our children enjoyed each other, and late nights we would drink wine and talk about our lives, our men, our children, the military life, everything. She was quickly becoming one of my best girlfriends. Tonight was no different from how it had been the past couple of weeks. We were at her house this weekend (we alternated); the kids were upstairs in Tim's bedroom watching Shrek Forever. Connie and I were downstairs in the den, drinking wine when she bought the topic of sex up.

"Sometimes Andrea, I get so frustrated. It is hard not having your man here to fuck you. I get tired of doing myself. I need some release!"

"Girl, who are you telling? You think I don't know? It is one thing when you don't have a man, but a whole nother thing when you have a man and you can't get none! It's like, why am I married? I love my husband, and would never go to another man, but it is really becoming a struggle! Here I am in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to do but think about my husband fucking me from the back, grabbing my hair, and smacking my ass! I need release too! At least Teddy will be home in two months. JD won't be back for another five months!"

Connie nodded her head in agreement, and looked at me with a look I couldn't describe. It was as if she was contemplating saying something, and decided to go for it. She stared at me hard before she made her next statement. 

"Well, maybe we could help each other out until our husbands come back."

"What?" What the hell kind of statement is that? Is she offering for us to do each other? 

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. And, don't knock it until you've tried it. I guarantee you will enjoy it. It's just that I have been dealing with this military life for awhile, and it is the only way I can cope. A woman I met while we were stationed in Hawaii turned me on to it, and I swear, it keeps my sanity! It is just a sex thing, and when our husbands come home, we can stop. But the sex is very enjoyable, it is almost as good at being with Teddy. Almost. I know I just dropped a bomb on you. Just give it some thought. You don't have to answer now. If you decide not to do it, then we go on as usual. But I hope for your sake and mine that you give me a chance."

And with that she changed the subject and kept going like she didn't just ask me to lick her pussy! I was stunned at first, then flattered, then embarrassed, and then confused. I decided to end the night and went home. Later, as I rode my vibrator I imagined Connie flickering her tongue over my breast and grabbing my ass. I came so hard it scared me. I started thinking her tongue on my clit would feel a lot better than this vibrator, and her tongue on my nipples would feel better than my fingers, her hands gripping my ass would feel better than me trying to slap my own ass. The thought of her on me made me stroke my pussy to orgasm again. But, I was very nervous about the act actually going down. I knew that I would never tell her it was okay. Connie seemed to know that, because she didn't ask the next time. She took it.

***

It was a Monday, mid morning. My children were in school and daycare. Connie came by the house like normal. Her boys were also at school. We usually hit up the stores on Mondays, Target, Wal-Mart, Grocery, etc. She came in the door; I was in the kitchen eating a yogurt. 

"Hey girl. You ready?"

"Almost, let me finish my breakfast." I turned to face her. She looked fabulous as usual. She had on a long maxi sundress and flip-flops. I had on a baby tee and some jogging pants. I leaned back on the counter, Connie was looking at me like she desired me. It was scary and a turn on all at once. I looked her in the eyes, and before I could break it, she came closer to me. 

"Stop fighting me Andrea." She was right in my face now and the next thing I knew she was kissing me gently on the lips. 

"No," came out my mouth very, very weakly. I didn't want her to stop, yet I felt that this was wrong. But my body betrayed me. She rubbed her hands gently down my side. Then she slid them up my shirt. I moaned when her fingers went underneath my bra and pinched my nipples. What could I do when she pulled my shirt over my head, removed my bra, and put her full mouth on my titties? What could I do other than grab her head and encourage her to continue? I put no resistance up when she slightly opened my legs with her leg. I damned near screamed when her hand traveled down my stomach into my jogging pants, into my panties, into my wet pussy. I no longer had control over myself. So there was nothing I could do when her finger began stroking my stiff clit, softly, gently. Nothing I could do other than grind my pussy onto her finger. Nothing I could do but open my legs a little more so that her fingers could explore all of me. Nothing I could do but enjoy the sensation of my ass jiggling as I rode her finger. My body had a mind of it's own, and my mind was letting my body take over. Connie looked me in the eyes, and I felt the orgasm tearing through my body starting at my toes. I began to grind hard, fast, as her finger stroked me at the same pace, bringing a river of juices out of my body. She smacked my jiggling ass once, twice, and I came hard. I came so hard I was screaming gibberish, rocking on her finger, with my whole body shaking. 

Connie covered my mouth with hers. We kissed with such passion and intensity, that my body, which was calming down from the orgasm, was beginning to heat up again. Without saying a word, she guided me to my bedroom. I removed my pants and panties, as she took off her dress and underclothes. Her body was beautiful. I have always appreciated woman's bodies because we endure so much. We lay down on the bed, kissing, touching. I felt free. I felt like whatever I wanted I would get. I knew I would be completely satisfied when this was over. That is an awesome feeling. Connie opened my legs and situated herself in between them. Our pussies touching each other. She began to rock herself slowly, grinding herself against me. Her clit was swollen, showing her excitement. Any hesitations I had completely left me after the orgasm I had from tribbing our clits. I was very unaware of how rewarding this position was. The wetness between us was such a turn on, that I came fast, hard, and first. After my orgasm, I enjoyed watching the look of ecstasy on Connie's face as she grinded her pussy with purpose until her whole body shook and she was screaming my name.

Did I tell you how free I felt? I really felt good, I mean I felt great. I felt liberated; I had so much release from months of celibacy. I fell into rhythm like I had been doing this all the while. Connie lay me on my back and licked my pussy until my legs went straight, my back arched, my hands gripped the back of her head, and my orgasm sent shock waves through my body, causing me to just scream incoherently. I lay on my back and let Connie ride my face like a horse. I had never ate a pussy before in my life, but I knew what I liked so I applied that to her. Obviously it worked, before I knew it she was bucking like a bronco, grinding so hard I could hardly breathe! She came with such fierceness I fingered my own self and came right with her. She collapsed beside me and we both dozed off, SATISFIED.

I awoke to Connie stroking my clit with her tongue. I was lying on my stomach, and I just opened my legs and let her have this pussy. I grinded into her like I was riding a dick, as she rubbed her hands up and down my legs and across my ass. I turned my head and looked into the mirror on my dresser. What a beautiful sight; two gorgeous women enjoying each other! And with that, I released a river or cum, shaking uncontrollably. The afternoon continued with us tribbing, licking, sucking, stroking, fingering, and playing with vibrators. We would have a session, fall asleep, wake up and start again. It was well after 4p.m. when we decided to call it quits. We had to get back to normal before the kids came home. 

***

Over the next two months, Connie and I got our share of each other! I enjoyed her friendship while the children were around, and I savored her body every time we were alone. Then her husband, Teddy, came home. Our sexcapades were cut down significantly, but Connie always made time to get this pussy to orgasm. Sometimes we had quick fingering sessions, other times we had full-blown sessions. She made sure I was good until my husband came back, three months after hers. Even after he came back, we continued to see each other. We had a standing appointment on Wednesday, our husbands were at work and they thought we were doing a spa day. We were doing each other in a hotel across town. Our husbands quickly became good friends, and we enjoyed many evenings together with and without the kids. Life in bumfuck Arizona was good, turning out way better than I thought it would be. So when the next family moved into the neighborhood, Connie and I decided to go and welcome them. We went over there with the basket we carefully and thoughtfully put together. We knocked on the door and was greeted by a very pretty young woman. She looked to be in her twenties; nice, full, round breasts, creamy caramel skin, round ass on shapely legs, and a cropped curly natural. Her mouth was full, and her eyes had a sleepy look to them. I looked her up and down then looked at Connie with a conspiring grin. Someone to add to our sexcapades? The thought of her was so nice, I felt myself tingling inside. When I looked at her again and realized she was smiling the same conspiring grin we had, I knew it wouldn't be long. A threesome would soon be in effect, and at the thought of it, I opened my mouth and introduced myself.



The Milk Maid



"The Doctor will see you now Mrs. Riffin."

Kathy Riffin had started seeing Doctor Davis a year ago on the recommendation of a good friend for a routine checkup. About six months ago her breasts started hurting more and more and she's been seeing the Doctor once a month to get a shot that eases the pain.

"Hello Kathy. Good to see you again. How are you feeling?"

"Oh Dr. Davis this is killing me. When the pain returns it's unbearable. I can't sleep. My breasts have continued to swell to the point where I've been buying bigger bras. I'm afraid I might be developing an addiction to these shots of yours that alleviate the pain because no matter what I take, Advil, Tylenol, Aspirin, whatever, the pain only subsides for about a month after the shots. Please tell me you know what's causing this."

The entire time Kathy was speaking Isabel Davis was preparing the shot. She rubbed an alcohol swab on Kathy's arm then injected her. Kathy's head tilted back as she smiled in ecstacy. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she bit her bottom lip. She felt absolutely orgasmic!

"There now. How do you feel?"

"OH GOD! Dr. Davis, I feel incredible. Thank you so much!"

"Please don't mention it. Now I need to ask you a few questions, okay?"

"Whatever it takes to find the cause of the problem."

"Okay. You said your breasts have continued to swell?"

"Yes, yes. I've grown immensely in the last six months. I've been a 32C my entire adult life but in the last six months I'm at least a 38 DD. On the way here I was even considering going up a size to 40 F."

"Interesting. Hold your arms out to your sides. I'm going lift your breasts a bit."

Dr. Davis professionally cupped each breast as if she was weighing them. She seemed to be calculating something in her head. She cautiously, but purposely, grazed the nipples as she was pulling her hands away.

"Oohhh. I-I'm sorry Dr. That just felt...well, it felt good."

"Oh it's okay. It happens all the time."

Dr. Davis seemed to smile any concern Kathy might have had away. She had a warm and engaging smile. She was in her early 40's and had been a gynecologist for over 10 years now. She was very pretty, in a motherly sort of way, with long brown hair and pretty brown eyes. She seemed a bit "dumpy"in her lab coat but it was obvious that she was a curvy woman, slightly heavyset with about a 40 cup herself and rear to match.

"Now tell me Kathy, have you been sexually active at all?"

Kathy blushed a bit but didn't hesitate to answer.

"Not at all. My boyfriend and I broke up right before the pain started. He kept saying I was too moody and other things like that. He might've been right actually. I don't know. Anyway right after that the pain started and I haven't felt right since."

"I see. Have you been feeling dizzy, nautious, or light headed at all?"

"No, nothing like that."

"What about bodily functions? Have you been using the rest room okay?"

"Yes, yes. It's really just my breasts and the occasional mood swings which aren't as bad as they were about six months ago."

"Good, good. What about your period?"

"Oh my god! I haven't thought about it but I don't remember the last time I had a period. OH MY GOD. Is that bad? Am I okay?? Please!"

Dr. Davis smiled again and Kathy immediately relaxed.

"You're fine dear. I think it's simply symptomatic of what you're going through. Now I want you to remove the rest of your clothing and bend over."

Kathy did as she was told and for the first time felt a little uncomfortable. She couldn't be sure but it almost seemed as if Dr. Davis was ogling her. Then Dr. Davis smiled at her and she instantly relaxed. Kathy was a thin woman of about average build and height. She had short red hair and light freckles and was pretty in a plain way. Her bigger breasts were obviously out of place on her frame. She leaned over the table and bent over for the doctor. 

Dr. Davis finished putting her rubber gloves on then walked over to the bent over patient. She placed her left hand on Kathy's back causing Kathy to look back at her. She smiled, completely assuring Kathy that everything was going to be okay.

"Now this may be a bit uncomfortable but it'll be over in a second, okay dear?"

Kathy nodded.

Doctor Davis then immediately and quite easily inserted her entire hand inside Kathy's pussy.

"Oooohhhhh"

"Just relax Kathy. You're very well lubricated and this will be over in a second."

Kathy bit her bottom lip and held tightly onto the examination table. Dr. Davis smiled a bit and made a fist inside Kathy.

"Oh God..."

"Shhhh. It's okay Kathy. This will make you feel good and will be over in a few seconds."

Kathy closed her eyes and felt a rush of intense pleasure. Dr. Davis now had a stern expression. She was focused. She pulled her hand back just a bit then thrust it violently into Kathy.

"OHHHH"

She thrust again.

"MNNNMNNMNNMN"

She thrust again.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH...."

Kathy came and collapsed on the examination table. Isabel removed her hand from her pussy, then slipped off the gloves tossing them in the trash.

"Stand up Kathy."

Kathy's knees were jello. It took all the energy she could muster to prop herself up.

"Yes. Perfect."

Dr. Davis pulled the paper up from the examination table and showed it to Kathy.

"You see this?"

"Wh-what is that?"

Kathy was feeling flush. She was very weak and all of a sudden didn't feel herself.

"These two huge wet spots mean you're lactating. Here have some water and a piece of chocolate. It'll help you feel better. Now then we're going to have to get you straightened out. You have all the symptoms of a woman who is pregnant except you're simply not pregnant. Does that make sense?"

Kathy had regained her senses a bit.

"Yes. Yes it does. But how the hell did this happen? Is it some kind of a syndrome?"

Dr. Davis' expression showed she was clearly hiding something and it worried Kathy.

"Well here's what we're going to do. I'm going to take a little blood and examine it and we'll schedule an appointment in two weeks. I think it's best if you met me in my private office at home and we move these sessions there until we have you straightened out. Okay?"

Kathy nodded. She was relieved. It was obvious to her that Dr. Davis knew more than she was letting on but she trusted her and felt she had her best interest at heart. 

"In the meantime I'm going to give you something that should help you feel better should the pain in your tits return."

Dr. Davis unlocked a cabinet in the examination room and pulled out what looked to be a stainless stell breast pump. She then walked right up against Kathy and grabbed her right breast with both hands. She gently rubbed it and then gently squeezed it from her chest out to her nipple. Immediately milk poured out of Kathy's breast. She was milking it. She then applied the stainless steel pump to her nipple and started filling it. Kathy was immediately in ecstacy again. She lifted her hands and put them on Isabel's shoulders. She so badly wanted to pull the Doctor closer and wrap her legs around her.

"Oh nooooooo..."

Kathy came again. It almost gushed out of her.

Dr. Davis laughed.

"It's okay dear. I'm going to give you a kit that will allow you to save the breast milk that you pump out. It's imperative that you save ALL the breast milk and bring it with you to our next appointment. So long as you apply the pump just the way I showed you the pain should immediately subside, should it return at all. Now get dressed and I'll see you in two weeks. Here's my card with my address on it. Let's say we meet two weeks from Friday, okay?"

Kathy was still in the glow of her second orgasm when she nodded in acceptance.

"Good. Now please get dressed and go. No need to clean yourself up and certainly no need to pay my receptionist. Just hurry along."

Kathy got dressed and did as she was told. She smiled embarrassingly on the way out and headed to her car. She turned the ignition on and just sat there thinking about what just happened. Then something hit her...

"Did she say 'tit'?"

Kathy laughed it off to herself and then drove home.

TWO WEEKS LATER:

Kathy arrived at Dr. Davis' office and found herself in the waiting room alone. There didn't seem to be anyone else there, not even a receptionist, which Kathy found a bit odd. She had pumped well over a gallon of breast milk in two weeks and was embarrassed to have brought it.

"Kathy! I'm so pleased to see you! Please, please step in my office."

Kathy entered the office carrying the breast milk and eagerly handed it over to the Doctor.

"I'm a little embarrassed because I feel like this is so much."

"Nonsense dear. This is fine. I'll just refrigerate this and be right back. Can I get you some water or something?"

"No, no. I'm good thanks."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

Kathy propped herself up on the examination table and surveyed the room. She found it a bit odd that there were no instruments, no medicines, not even cotton swabs in the room. There were only a few pictures and a framed diploma on the wall.

"There. All done. So tell me Kathy how do you feel?"

"Better. I haven't had a mood swing since our last visit and the breast pump really did the trick."

"So the pain returned?"

There was a deception in the question. Kathy couldn't put her finger on it.

"Actually no. Well not pain anyway. It was more like a tingle. Like a tingle that simply wouldn't go away unless I milked them. Was that wrong?"

"No. Actually it makes perfect sense. I've gone over the results of your blood work and in anticipation of this conversation I have prepared a new shot for you. So off with your top and let's get to it, shall we?"

She smiled again. Kathy now realized it did more than calm her, it weakened her a bit. She couldn't figure out how or why Dr. Davis affected her the way she did. She removed her sweater and bra to reveal that she was now a 40 F.

Dr. Davis ran the alcohol swab against Kathy's arm then immediately injected her. This shot didn't have the same euphoric affect that the other six shots had. Instead she felt a tingle all over her body for a seconds and then serenity. It was a nice feeling.

"There. How are you?"

"Strangely I feel better than I've felt in months. I guess you figured out what was wrong with me?"

"Actually yes. Remove the rest of your clothes."

Isabel removed her lab coat and glasses and stared at Kathy as she easily slipped out of the rest of her clothes.

"Bend over as you did the other day in my office. I need to check you again."

Kathy bent over without so much as batting an eyelash. She even leaned back and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them to give the doctor easier access.

"That's a good girl. You're even more lubricated now then you were last time."

Isabel didn't bother with the rubber gloves this time. She also didn't bother to use her hand either. She started with a fist and simply pushed it inside Kathy.

"OHHHHHH. FUUUUCCKKKKKKK"

"Wow Kathy. Instant orgasm?"

Dr. Davis laughed as she withdrew her hand.

"Oh Doctor, I'm so embarrassed."

Kathy was brought to tears.

"I-I don't know what's happening to me. I can't control myself. I'm constantly emtotional. I'm having sexual fantasies all the time. Why? Why? Why?"

She was sobbing heavily now. Isabel smiled and patted Kathy on her back indicating that she needed to stand now.

"Okay Kathy, it's time you understood what's going on here. Do you remember your first visit with me, last year?"

"Vaguely."

"Think back and remember that I gave you six pills and said that they were a combination of natural vitamins and minerals that would help keep you very, very healthy. Well, I wasn't being exactly truthful. The pills I gave you were designed to stabilize your system and get you ready for the series of injections you were about to go through."

"Wh-what *sniff* what are you talking about Dr.?"

"I'm telling you that I chose you. You and one other, to be my breakthrough patients. I chose you to help me with my research. You see Kathy, I was born with a certain condition. This condition, for whatever reason also comes with an insatiable thirst that I can't ever seem to quench."

Kathy was frightened. Something inside of her told her to head for the door in a hurry. Yet her knees were weak and deep down inside she really didn't want to go anywhere.

"Doctor you're scaring me. What condition? What are you talking about?"

"Kathy I have been injecting you with a steroid of my own design. It's highly addictive and highly potent. It was designed to give you all of the benefits of a pregnancy without the pregnancy itself. That's why you're lactating and that' s why you are no longer having your period."

Kathy was floored.

"What the fuck are you talking about?? Are you some kind of psycho??? How dare you do this to me? I-I..."

"Kathy Riffin you hush up and you hush up right now this second damnit."

Kathy froze.

"I won't have you raising your voice or insulting me. Now then, if you're going to behave yourself like a good girl then I will gladly address any questions or concerns you might have."

Kathy didn't know where to begin. 

"Y-you injected me. Is that why my breasts hurt?"

"Yes. Your remarkable breast growth and incredible milk production are a very welcome side effect. As I said the steroid is designed to produce the effects of pregnancy without the pregnancy. While clearly breast growth and milk production are effects of any pregnancy, your body has taken a special liking to the treatment. You also probably noticed that your hips and ass were just a bit bigger today then they were a month ago, right?"

"Is that from the injections as well?"

"Yes. You should see a few more inches added to your hips and ass over the next couple of months. Your body is going to project the presentation that you've had numerous children, although you've had none."

"You're insa--"

Isabel raised her hand as if to slap kathy but she immediately cowered allowing Isabel to lower her hand.

"Are there any other side effects?"

"Ahh yes. You're referring to the pain in your breasts and your sexual cravings, aren't you?"

Kathy nodded.

"Yes. Both are pleasant side effects. Other side effects I'm sure of are lack of inhibitions and receptiveness to most any instructions. While you are on the program you will never be able to reproduce either. And then of course there's the occasional morning sickness and mood swings."

"Why?? Why would you do this to me?"

"I told you I was born with my own condition and that has its own addictions as well. I needed someone like you, young, healthy, and vibrant, to provide me with all the breast milk I can handle. I had to do things the way I did to make you fully cooperative."

"Oh my! What am I now a zombie or something???"

"No, no, no. Nothing like that. You still have the ability to say no and do as you please. You're just now built to follow instruction and crave touch and therefore decidedly submissive. And with your lack of inhibitions there's almost nothing you won't do and almost anything brings you pleasure. For example..."

Isabel reached out and gently passed her hand over Kathy's breast. Instantly Kathy's eyes rolled back and she felt a wave come over her. She felt a strong push in her vagina as if she could cum again at any moment.

"Feels good doesn't it?"

"OH GOD yesss..."

"Would you like me to help alleviate you of some of that milk in your tits?"

"Please, please, please..."

Isabel leaned forward and began sucking at her breasts. Kathy leaned her head back and tightened her legs. Isabel's soft mouth was much better than the breast pump and the way she moved her hands to milk the breasts into her mouth brought Kathy to orgasm.

"OH GOOOOOOODDDDD. That's sooo fucking goooodddd. Please don't stop...please empty me. please...I'm cummmmmm....fuckkk..."

As Isabel was filling up she stopped and smile at Kathy, staring into her eyes.

"I have a surprise for you."

Kathy was like a drug addict in a heroine stupor--the words and sounds were there but they had no affect.

Isabel then removed her clothing. She smiled her intoxicating smile then looked at Kathy. Kathy looked her over. She stopped at the crotch. She was in shock...

TO BE CONTINUED...



The Milk Maid



My co-worker, Tom, had given me the address of the hotel a year before 'in case I ever needed to stop in Atlanta'. I'd tried all the chain hotels and several big conventions in town had booked all the rooms. If I had to go with an independent bed and breakfast to get some sleep and de-stress before my major presentation the next day, I could deal with it.

The Cherry Farm Inn looked pretty sketchy. It was basically a big, old rambling house set back from the road and hidden behind trees and bushes. I rolled up the gravel drive and parked next to a couple other cars. At least they were high end machines which spoke well of the clientele.

Pulling my roller bag along, I mounted the steps and went through the screen door.

"Hello?"

Looking around there was a lounge of sorts to the left and closed sliding doors with frosted glass to the right. A stair headed up to the second floor. The hall continued back toward some kitchen noises. Something very odd was being created in that kitchen and my nose just felt confused.

"Just a minute!" came a voice from somewhere in the house. I waited and eventually a plump woman trundled down the big stairwell. "Hello! Hello!" She opened the frosted doors with a key and opened them on to a library which had long been taken over as a sort of office for the inn. There was a board of hooks and keys leaning against some shelves, a desk piled high in paperwork, an old PC and printer, and lots of books and magazines.

"Were we expecting you or is it just your lucky day?"

"Um, last minute trip," I explained. "All the other hotels were full. Not that you're my last resort... well, you sort of are but you were recommended to me by a friend."

"Oh good. Who, may I ask?"

"Tom Revelle."

"Big Tom! Wonderful! We've always enjoyed having him stay with us. Any friend of Big Tom's is a friend of ours to be sure."

I wondered about the "Big" part but didn't interrupt her.

"Let's see here," she said, flipping through papers until she found a paper calendar. "We've got the Goose Room or the Duck Room available this evening. Will you be with us more than one night?"

"Just the one, I'm sure. I've got loyalty rewards points with other places..." I tried to explain but she went on as if that was of no consequence.

"Let's go with the Goose Room then. If I could just get your credit card..."

"I'm sorry, how much will one night cost?"

"Usually all our rooms are $500 a night but seeing that you're a first-timer, I'll give you a special rate of $350."

I practically choked. I didn't care how folksy or friendly they were, my company would never pay $350 for one night at a hotel in Atlanta.

"Oh, I can't afford that. I'm sorry to have wasted your time." 

She cocked her head and gave me a little smile. "How about this? Stay the night. If you like your stay, you pay the $350. If you're dissatisfied in any way, no reason necessary, just pay $100 and we'll wish you well on your way."

That certainly sounded safer but it all felt very unusual. She kept looking at me like she knew me better than a stranger should. I couldn't decide.

"Holly!" she called out.

"Well, I'm not sure."

A girl came up to the office from back in the kitchen. She had a bit of flour on her nose and was wearing a loose white shirt and jeans under her apron. She was very pretty and the shirt gave me a healthy look at her ample cleavage. Her face was heart-shaped but young and lovely. She was maybe twenty years old as best as I could judge.

"We still have leftovers from dinner for a weary traveler, don't we?"

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded. "There's some chicken, green beans, corn bread, and a slice of apple pie."

I'll admit I was still drinking in how sexy Holly was when I agreed to take the room and handed over my AMEX.

The owner, Mrs. Patty, sat with me as I ate the left-over dinner. She had a very easy manner and chatted about this and that as I ate. Holly remained in the kitchen where she was making bread for the morning.

It was almost eleven before I finally headed up the stairs to the Goose Room.

"Oh, Mr. James," called Mrs. Patty. "When do you want your Wake-up Service?"

I did a quick calculation in my head. "Six thirty should be early enough to give the room a call."

"Oh we'll get you up," she said with a knowing smile and left me to go to my room. I wondered a little at that but was too tired to care. A full belly of delicious food and I was ready to sleep.

The Goose Room was easily found based on the carved goose on the door. It was dominated by a large bed in a finely crafted four-poster frame. I hung my suit and put out my clothes and toiletries for the morning in the little bathroom. There wasn't a TV in the room which was fine by me.

I stripped down to my boxers and got in the big bed. It was a bit softer than the 'rock' I slept on at home, but it felt very cozy and I don't even remember turning off the bedside light.

I was dreaming about being on a trampoline as a big cat climbed on, jostling me around. The cat was tiger-big but seemed friendly and I wasn't scared in the dream. It began to lick me with its rough tongue which felt sort of good.

It wasn't until her lips slipped over my cock that I really pulled myself out of the confusion of the dream to realize that someone was in bed with me. That someone was under the covers and was quickly bringing my cock to full erection.

I had no idea what was happening but it felt so good I didn't stop it. I rationalized that I must still be dreaming but I really didn't care. I felt her moving and saw the mound in the comforter shifting until I felt her breasts against my leg. Her hand was lightly stroking my cock as her tongue danced around the head.

I let out a small moan of appreciation and closed my eyes. I'd had blowjobs before in my life though not very often. Frankly, they'd all left me a little disappointed either because the woman obviously didn't want to be doing it or they just didn't know how to make it feel good.

This mystery woman in my bed was neither of those. I could hear her humming happily and her touch was exquisite. She knew how to go fast and then slow, driving me toward a peak but letting me cool off a little before I got too far. Her fingers cradled my balls making them feel big and swollen with cum.

It didn't take long for her to pull out all the stops and begin to swallow more and more of my penis. I felt my head push into her throat easily as her lips pressed firmly to the skin around the base of my shaft. I'd never felt that before and it was like the tightest, wettest pussy in the world... a pussy with a tongue to stroke my shaft.

"Oh uh oh yes I'm gonna..." I fumbled as I realized that she wasn't going to back off again. She began to gently squeeze my balls and drew back to suck hard around my head. I lost it completely and my body jerked as I came. My balls clenched in her fingers and I could feel the jets of hot cum shooting up my cock and into her hot mouth. I don't remember cumming so hard or so long. It left my balls aching from their efforts when I finally relaxed.

I felt my cum in her mouth as her tongue swept around my cock head. She held on to my head with her lips and I felt her swallow which was so sexy I almost felt myself stiffen a little. She licked the head of my cock clean before releasing it. I felt her pull my boxers back over my soft cock before she slipped out of the bed. I tried to reach to her and pull her to me but she was a little too fast.

I watched as she turned two lights on in the room to their low setting: soft enough not to make my eyes wince but enough to make sure I didn't slip back to sleep. Holly was completely naked. She was beautiful with mussed hair down past her shoulders, at least D-cup breasts, and lots of curves everywhere.

"Have a nice morning, Mr. James," she said as she went to the door. I was speechless as she left and shut the door. As I lay there, I could hear her knock on the next room's door and say softly, "Wake-up Service..."

By the time I got down for breakfast, I felt fantastic. I was dressed well and easily packed for my flight home that night. Mrs. Patty served a big breakfast and I sat down at the dining room table with a few other men and women who were staying at the inn. I couldn't help but exchange knowing looks with the men and even the women. No one mentioned anything as we ate preferring to pass the time with trivialities like the weather.

I met Mrs. Patty at the office before I was going to leave. I handed her my own credit card.

"So did you like your stay?" she asked as hunted up my paperwork.

"Charge the $500, Mrs. Patty, please. And I'd like to come back next month."

"Excellent, I'm glad you liked it." She processed the charge and gave me my receipt. "Maybe next time you'll take advantage of our 'Sweet Dreams' service as well. When you know your next trip dates, just give us a call. You can get me by asking for the Farmer's Daughter."

I raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"If you're the Farmer's Daughter, then Holly is..."

"Why she's the Milk Maid, silly!"