8 comments/ 26866 views/ 23 favorites Mrs. Marlow: Sexy by the Sea By: milfleglover All characters within this story are at least 18 years of age. ***** Liza Marlow tooled down the long drive at the Wilson estate in her top-of-the-line Lexus, looking and feeling like a million, and quite literally. The exceptionally wealthy widow, said to be the richest in town and worth well in advance of $100 million, was dressed to kill in her short, clingy breezy white summer dress, her silvery blonde hair wispy on her slender shoulders. An attendant up ahead waved her into a huge grassy parking area on the estate. Beyond was a huge tent, under which were other members of the area's rich and elite, the occasion being a $1,000-a-ticket fundraiser for the arts in a nearby city down on its luck and in need of the largesse of the wealthy who were more than eager to do their share by nothing more than writing a check. "Park over there, ma'am, by the Lincoln if you would," the good-looking male attendant with the fluorescent baton in his hand, waving her by. "There are golf carts to give you a lift to the event if you don't want to walk." "Thank you, young man," Liza cooed, dropping her sunglasses down her nose to check out the fine looking specimen and stopping at his nameplate. "Will you be here later, when the event is over, Bradford?" "Likely I will, ma'am," the shaggy-haired blonde college student beamed, adding "How did you know my full name? Only my grandmother calls me that!" "I'm good with young men, I guess," she smiled. "See you later, I hope. I want to give you something a little special." The young man's puzzled look pleased her as she drove by. She parked where instructed, got out and sure enough, a golf cart appeared. The caterers had taken care of everything, not leaving the wealthy to walk the last 100 yards to the soiree by the seaside Wilson estate. "Ride, ma'am?" a smiling driver asked Liza. "Certainly, young lady," Liza smiled back at the beaming teen brunette, a pretty little thing with the name of Cassie on her nametag pinned above a smallish but pert tit. "How do I look?" "Oh, goodness, you look beautiful, ma'am," the teen said as the cart puttered across the lawn, casting a sidelong glance at the gorgeous 65-year-old widow who now crossed her lean, muscular legs in the cart. "Just beautiful." "Why thank you, my dear," Liza laughed, the slight breeze blowing through her silky hair. "Even in your uniform, you look quite lovely yourself. Quite, quite lovely." The girl stiffened as Liza cupped her solid thigh through the snug black uniform pants hugging them. "Uh, thank you ma'am, thank you," the girl stammered nervously. "Not at all," Liza laughed easily, squeezing the girl's hard thigh. "Solid legs. Like an athlete. You're an athlete in college?" "Yes...ma'am, I am," the girl answered with a mix of caution and pride. "Love athletic young people," Liza sighed, finally removing her hand. She left the cart, enjoying the warm rays of the late afternoon sun. The event started at 5 and would run until 8, with drinks and appetizers served, a silent auction held, all of it gathering up tens of thousands of dollars for the arts cause. She strolled through the lush archway to the estate's main grounds, the gently undulating green sea beyond. Hundreds of people milled about, drinking, gnoshing, schmoozing, most of them at least her age or much older, some with canes, all oozing money. She looked around and smiled as a young man in a tight white shirt and black uniform pants approached with a tray of champagne. The worker stopped and offered a glass to Liza, who graciously took it and eyed him up and down. This was the reason she was here, young people like this lovely, apparently athletic stud, no doubt a college student working a catering gig in summer. "Why thank you...Marcus," she said, eyeing the name tag on his neatly pressed white shirt on a wonderfully sculpted chest. "No problem, ma'am, any time," Marcus smiled, turning to walk away. "Uh, not so fast, young man," she stopped him, Marcus turning to face her. "I was looking for something else besides champagne, something a bit more suitable to my tastes." He cocked his head in confusion. "Ma'am?" She looked around and saw a small, unused structure near the estate's beach, a short walk away, lined by trees. "Follow me," she said somewhat more sharply now, walking away from the crowd unnoticed. "Ma'am?" Marcus said, standing still, totally unsure of what to do. "Oh for heaven's sake, Marcus, just follow me, you'll see," she said curtly, nodding at the drink tray. "And put that down, you won't be needing it." "But ma'am," he said uncertainly. "I have...I'm working...I have to..." She walked up to him, his back to the crowd under the tent about 20 feet away from where they stood near the tree-lined walkway she was attempting to guide him down. She looked up into his big brown eyes and reached down to cup his crotch. Startled, he jumped back, the glasses swaying on the tray, spilling sparkling liquid on it. "You are here to serve the guests, that is your job, and I'm a guest, likely the most wealthy one here," she snarled, squeezing his cock and quite pleased to feel it thicken in her slender, practiced fingers. "Now serve me." He gulped, looking around nervously. Backing up, he quickly put the tray down on a high-top table near the edge of the tent and walked back toward the lovely, leggy widow making her way down the path. He looked around nervously to see if anyone were watching. No one was, all the guests caught up in their mindless conversation about their portfolios or latest luxury vacations or trying to top each other with stories of their Ivy League-attending grandchildren. He walked behind her, scurrying to keep up, marveling at the sculpted calves flexing as she walked easily in her heels, thinking what incredible shape she was in. He'd heard about women like this at such events, rich, horny, older women, but never suspected they would be as eager and good-looking as this. A minute later, they were on the far side of the unused building, Liza pulling the young man to her, mashing her slightly wrinkled lips to his, sucking out his tongue and fellating it like a meaty little cock, all the while working his cock hard in those skilled hands. Marcus's eyes were wide open in staring disbelief as she sucked his tongue and peeled apart his tight pants top, unzipping him and freeing his seven-inch log. He gasped into her sucking mouth as she stroked it with one hand, cupping his huge balls in the other. "Just what I wanted," she slurped, pulling her mouth from his and kneeling. "Now be a good boy and give the guest what she wants. Every drop!" "OH MY GOD!" Marcus moaned as Liza stroked his cock into her sucking mouth, taking him balls deep in one stroke, a practiced maneuver learned over her years. He groaned, leaning back against the wall, looking down in the slanting rays of the setting sun as the beautiful silver-blonde head bobbed wetly back and forth, slurping him in and stroking him out, all the while squeezing those magnificent big balls in her other hand. "Oh...ma'am...I'm...I'm...gonna..." Marcus babbled, never having experienced a blowjob like this from any girl he'd dated before. "I know, I'm quite good at this," Liza laughed between slurps, stroking his cock and tapping the meaty tip against her gently wrinkled cheeks, rubbing the dripping head into the sexy folds of her slight neck wattle. "I'm gonna drain you, boy, drain you dry..." She popped him back into her sucking mouth and within seconds, felt his huge nuts pulsate in her milking hand. He exploded, and she came as she squatted, grinding her cunt with her squeezing thighs, drinking his sperm in long, loud gulps. The thick seed slithered down her throat in steamy jets and finally stopped, his cock wilting slightly as she continued to stroke and suck, coaxing the last drops from the meaty head, squeezing up his rod and milking out the last. She smiled, smacking her cum-coated lips, licking them clean with a swipe of her tongue, swallowing down. She looked up, green eyes flashing, grinning at him as she gently stuffed his sagging meat back into his pants. Standing, she zipped him up and kissed him, thrusting a cummy tongue into his mouth, making him wince at the flavor. "Thanks, kid," she sighed, breaking the kiss and walking away toward the party, slyly slipping a 50 into his uniform pocket. "Wait a couple of seconds and wander on back. You have other guests to serve!" She returned to the party, eyeing other young workers as she milled about the crowd, chatting aimlessly about nothing important, striding around the silent auction making bids on pieces of donated art, vacations, professional sports ticket, the usual grist found at fund-raising mills. As she was looking over a particularly beautiful piece of jewelry made of sea glass and going for far more than it was worth, she bumped into someone to her left. "Oh, I'm sorry," the person said, smiling at her. "That is lovely, isn't it?" She meant the jewelry but was looking squarely at the lovely Mrs. Marlow. "Yes, yes it is, quite beautiful in fact," Liza smiled back, looking at the beautiful short-haired redhead with the wonderfully pale, freckled skin before her. "Laura, Laura Kerns," the young woman said, shaking Liza's hand in a very tight grip. "My grandparents are here, they made me come, thought hanging out with rich white people would be good for me." "Is it?" Liza laughed. "Hasn't been," Laura said, eyes wide and looking at the gorgeous granny. "Until now." "My, my, my," Liza cooed, cupping her other hand over the one still in hers. "You are a very blunt young lady. Where are you now, what school?" "Princeton, junior year," Laura said, as the pair now moved sideways down the auction table, looking at items only fleetingly. "Athletic scholarship. Lacrosse." "Mmmm, an athlete, so important," Liza smiled, standing back to look at the gorgeous redhead, a thickish girl but in a very good way, muscular and hard, wearing a very short green skirt and lovely sleeveless top, her arms and legs creamy and sculpted in youthful athletic muscle. "You have a delightful body, young woman, the body of an athlete." She moved in to whisper into Laura's ear. "And I love athletic young woman, love them to pieces," she hissed. "And my name's Liza Marlow, by the way..." On the 'L' in 'Liza', the sexy granny laced her tongue into that lovely ear quickly. Laura shivered, eyelids fluttering. She looked around, then smiled back at Liza, and walked through the crowd slowly. Liza took the hint and walked as well, following her from a distance. She stood at the edge of the tent as the skies darkened in early evening, watching Laura casually stroll down the drive, around a corner, as if taking a leisurely walk. Liza followed, just as slowly and casually. She rounded the corner and saw Laura standing at the edge of the estate's woods, smiling, backing into the cover of darkness. Liza walked there, found Laura leaning against a large oak tree not far from the forest's edge, waiting. Wordlessly, the two kissed, arms around each other, tongues probing mouths, cupping each other's magnificent asses, Laura's large and muscular, Liza's smaller, fleshier but shapely. "You like older women, my sweet?" Liza moaned into the mouth, sucking on Laura's tongue. "I adore them, Liza, adore them to pieces," Laura giggled, licking Liza's face, down her chin to suckle the luscious folds of her delicately wrinkled neck. "God, you have such a sexy throat!" "Suck it, baby, suck my throat, lick my neck, I love that!" Liza groaned as Laura did just that, running her hand down to bunch up the old woman's skirt, thrusting her hand into the tiny thong beneath, soaked and warm. "God, that feels so good!" "Do me, baby, let's do each other, right here, hurry!" Laura growled. The two women, separated by 45 years, stood against the tree on shaky legs, their hands working in each other's pussies, Laura's shaven, slick and wet, Liza's trimmed but bushy, fingers frantically drubbing clits. Their thighs shook, quivering as they worked each other's love buttons, Laura all the while feasting on Liza's lush throat, suckling on the salty, meaty folds of flesh, each woman drawing each other closer to orgasm. They came at the same time, Laura nipping Liza's throat, now working three fingers into her gushing cunt and dribbling the clit with her thumb as Liza did the same to her, both women practiced and sure, Liza's greater experience with women equaled by Laura's lesser years of enjoying girls, both women nearly collapsing as they moaned out their copious orgasms, soaking each other's hands. Giggling like schoolgirls now, which one of them was, the two females stood face to face, forehead to forehead, smiling at one another, kissing gently. They each drew their hands up between them, Laura inhaling the musky scent of her own and slipping them into Liza's mouth to be sucked clean. Liza groaned, and fed Laura her fingers, smelling the strawberry sweet scent of them. They watched each other suck fingers clean and wet, pulling them out finally and hugging, kissing each other gently. "Wow," Laura hissed. "You...you are a remarkable woman, Liza." "You, too, you sweet young thing," Liza cooed, kissing her. "And I love sweet young things..." "Men, too?" Laura asked. "Oh yeah," Liza cooed. "Why do you ask?" Laura smiled, holding Liza's hand and walking out of the forest toward the party. "I got someone I'd like you to meet," she said. "Someone I'm...I'm very, very close to." "Lead the way, lovely Laura," Liza smiled. They made their way back to the party, Laura finding a gorgeous young man with red hair and a solid, athletic body. "Mrs. Marlow, this is Brian, Brian, Mrs. Marlow," Laura said proudly as the two shook hands, Liza drinking in the young stud's handsomeness and gorgeous eyes. "My older brother." "My, my, good looks do run in the family!" Liza hissed, hooking one of the boy's arms as his sister did the same to the other. "Now then, where are we going, you two?" "This way," Laura said, walking to one of the estate's pool a few hundred yards away, dark and unused. They entered the pool through a gate, closing it behind them, Laura turning to face her brother and framing his face in her hands, kissing him gently until the two embraced fully, tongues flashing into each other's mouths. Liza's eyes widened at the sight. "When you said close," she laughed, "you weren't kidding!" "We share everything," Laura cooed, breaking the kiss. "And everyone," Brian finished, smiling and taking the sexy old woman in his strong arms. Liza fairly swooned as Brian kissed her with a passion far beyond his years, melting in his arms. Laura clapped her hands delightedly, giggling, as Liza backed them toward a lounge chair, falling into it, Brian atop her gently, maintaining the tongue-thrusting kisses. "Let's get you a bit more comfy, dear woman," Laura growled, helping Liza shuck her lovely dress as Brian smiled, kneeling on the lounger unsnapping his pants and peeling them down his sturdy young legs. "Oh my," Liza gasped as Brian's prodigious tool bobbed into view, the setting sun casting enough waning light to illuminate his handsome cock, long, thick, a fat vein running up the shaft and below, a beautiful set of shaven balls. "Take me, young man, now!" "No foreplay?" Brian laughed, leaning over her, fisting his massive dick, fitting the head to Liza's dripping pussy, making her gasp. "Why waste time?" she growled, cupping his ass in her hands and pulling him fully into her sopping snatch. "Wow," Laura sighed with a laugh. "God, Brian, you and Mrs. Marlow look great together!" He sliced effortlessly into her amazingly tight pussy, groaning at the fit, leaning over the lounger on his hands, smiling down at the gorgeous old woman moaning as he pounded away. Liza knelt, thrusting her hands between them, fisting thick handfuls of Liza's smooth, creamy white tit flesh in her fingers, tweaking the nipples, leaning in to suckle the groaning older woman's sexy throat. "God, Laura, you know JUST what I need!" Liza gasped as the siblings worked her like a well-practiced fuck team. Laura licked her way down Liza's freckled chest, lapping at the sexy creased flesh, and made her way to the thick meat of her boobs, sucking in mouthfuls and groaning before attaching her sucking mouth to one nipple and then the other, as Brian leaned over them both, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "God, sis, I can watch you suck tits all day..." he groaned. Liza came, over and over, from the relentless thrusting stud's gorgeous cock, and his sister's mouth on her tits and practiced hand diddling her thick clit, until the beautiful young man finally went still in her, the arteries in his muscular neck bulging. "OH GOD!" he cried out, emptying his young nuts into the older woman's clinging womb. "FUCK!!" Liza writhed beneath him, cumming again as she felt his scorching load blast inside her. It took both a full minute for each of their orgasms to finally subside. As he pulled out, the sloshing wetness audible and sexy, Laura quickly pushed him aside and attached her mouth to Liza's dripping cunt. "Oh my GOD!" Liza cried out, slamming her muscular old thighs shut on Laura's sucking face like a fleshy mousetrap, cupping the head and pulling her sucking lips to her cum-soaked pussy. "Eat it, baby, eat your brother's cum!" Laura groaned, hands palming Liza's sinewy, hard thighs, marveling at the muscle tone now bulging through the slightly sagging flesh. She sucked harder, faster, lancing the dripping pussy with her tongue and gulping down every sticky drop of her brother's copious load. Liza squeezed out another orgasm, thighs quivering against Laura's moaning face, until her orgasm subsided and she unlocked her grip on the young woman's head. "Wow," Laura smiled, pulling her face from Liza's cunt, licking her lips. "You have some strong legs there, Liza, I LOVE when women do that to me when they cum!" "And I suspect," Liza hissed, sitting up to kiss the cummy lips, lapping her cheeks clean, "they ALWAYS cum!" Brian laughed, kneeling between them and kissing both deeply, sharing what was left of his cum now streaking their faces. "Told ya we're close," Laura giggled, turning to Brian and kissing him fully as Liza laughed and applauded her approval. They dressed, leaving the pool area and returning to the party, going their separate ways with a knowing wave to one another. Liza mixed and mingled and schmoozed with guests eager to curry favor with the rich older woman, and she bid on silent auction numbers far exceeding other bidders. She grabbed a glass of wine and walked out of the tent, in the dark to a cement wharf jutting into the ocean where bobbing in the water where a variety of expensive yachts. She was quite alone, she thought, until there at the wharf's end seated on a bench overlooking the sea she spotted a form. Walking closer, she smiled. It was, she knew, Lawrence Wilson IV, the grandson of the estate owner, Fiona Wilson. She shuffled in next to the boy, all of 18, startling him. "Oh, hi, Mrs. Marlow, nice to see you again," the skinny, nervous lad said. "Yes, it's been awhile Lawrence, you've gone and grown up on me," Liza cooed softly, placing a hand on his thin thigh, squeezing it and relishing his jumping reaction. "Oh, don't be nervous, dear boy, I'm an old friend, remember?" She crossed her right leg as she sat to the boy's right, leaning one arm on the bench's back, turning slightly to face him. He smiled wanly, looking out to the ocean. "Beautiful isn't it," she sighed, rocking the crossed leg, her expensive white high-heeled shoe dangling off her exquisite, painted toes. "So isolated here. I mean there are hundreds of people right behind us, but we're here, quite alone, in the lovely dark." Mrs. Marlow: Sexy by the Sea "Uh, yes, yes we are," the boy gulped, watching sidelong at Mrs. Marlow drain her wine glass, her fleshy throat tensing as she did. She put the glass on the bench beside her and moved closer, arm around the boy's trembling shoulders, her crossed leg hiked over his and pulling his legs apart. He gasped and then gasped louder as she ran her right hand up his thigh - squeezing his quite stiff cock in his trousers. "Oh my God!" he groaned, turning his head and staring into her confident eyes. "Mrs. Marlow! What...?!" "Shhh, shhh, young man, be quiet now," she growled, stroking his cock in his pants and reaching for the zipper, expertly pulling it down and tugging out his smallish, stiff prick. "Enjoy the view!" He closed his eyes, biting his lip, as Liza's slender old hand flashed up and down his cock, slowly at first, taking time to circle the sensitive head with her fingers, making him groan loudly. She giggled and encircled the head with just those fingers, squeezing, pulsating them, the silky digits caressing the super-sensitive flesh. His mouth popped open in a silent scream, and his eyes went wide, head down, watching her fingers barely move on the tip of his dick but so proficiently it brought him quickly to the edge of orgasm. "Oh...oh...OH!!" She quickly grabbed her empty wine glass with the other hand and just as he exploded, tipped his cock into it, fingers flexing faster and harder, watching with delight as his snow-white cream glistened in the dark, jetting into the glass and filling it a quarter way up. "Excellent, Lawrence, excellent!" she marveled. "You ejaculate so much! You young studs are sooooo good at providing protein for those of us who need it most! I'm so glad I had a glass, it's much neater and didn't make a mess of your slacks!" Lawrence stiffened his entire body as he shot, all the noise of the party a hundred or so yards away, the clatter of dishes in the nearby catering tents, the crashing waves on the wharf, all disappearing into a blur that was the biggest orgasm of his young life. He watched her fingers work him to completion, slowing, scraping the dripping head on the lip of the glass. Playfully, she wiped him clean with her fingers and slowly brought them to her mouth, licking them and smiling at the boy's astonished look. She said nothing, continuing to lock eyes with his, and lifted the glass to her lips, tilting and draining it's warm, viscous contents into her mouth, savoring the flavor. Her eyelids fluttered as she ground out a small, pleasing orgasm in her squeezing thighs, gulping the sperm down and licking the rim of the glass. "There now," she said, running her tongue over her lips before placing them on his for a quick kiss, making him jump back a bit as he tasted his cum. "That was a pleasant little diversion wasn't it?" "Oh...oh God, yes," he moaned, body now slack and exhausted. She laughed, zipping the boy's pants up after tenderly folding his wilting cock inside. Standing up, she handed him the glass. "Do be a dear and return this, would you?" she smiled, the boy nodding and smiling a satisfied, goofy smile. She returned to the party. A handsome young black server with Mario on his nametag greeted her with a platter of gourmet wieners. "Weiner, ma'am?" he asked politely. "They're quite tasty!" "Hmmm, but so small," she smiled, fingering one on the tray, picking it up and playfully sucking it into her mouth, slowly, the boy's eyes widening as she did. "I like my wieners bigger. Much. Much. Bigger." Mario smiled a confident smile. "Have you a bigger wiener for me, Mario?" she coyly asked. "Oh, yes ma'am, much, much bigger," he said proudly. They walked, unnoticed, past the catering tents to a small parking area blocked off by trees where employees had parked. He put the tray of wieners on the hood of one car, a badly beat-up Camry, and opened the back door, beaming at the beautiful older woman. "It's got some miles on it, hmm?" she laughed, climbing inside. "Then again, so do I!" "You wear them much, much better, ma'am," Mario said with a laugh, climbing in with her and shutting the door. They kissed like teens in the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie, Mario's skilled hands freeing Liza's ample breasts, sucking them, fingering her pussy under her short dress, all of it making the sexy older woman cum repeatedly, from his wonderful ministrations and the forbidden nature of their location not far from hundreds of unwitting guests. "Now," she cooed, as he suckled her breasts, feasting on her nipples. "About that much bigger wiener..." She gasped as he smiled and freed the monstrous black snake from his uniform slacks, as thick as a beer can and a good nine inches long. Her mouth found it immediately and Mario moaned at her skill, the beautiful silvery blonde head bobbing up and down madly in his lap as he sat back, enjoying it. He gasped louder as she carefully inched the long black dick all the way down her throat, milking it in her neck muscles, her tongue escaping the bottom to flicker under his bloated balls. "SHIT!" he cried out. "Just about no woman can take me that deep! Holy SHIT!" She smiled around the massive black dick in her mouth, feeling it thicken in her throat. She toyed with him a moment longer before sliding her lips up the shaft and off, lifting her mouth to his and kissing him wetly, sharing the flavor of his cock. "You're so bad, ma'am," he growled into her mouth as she shifted over his lap, hiking up her skirt and pulling aside her tiny thong, settling her scorching cunt onto his dick. "SOOOO bad it's SOOO GOOD! GODDAM!" She said nothing, just smiled at him and rode him hard and fast, groaning at the fullness, his meaty shaft buried in her cunt, his balls slapping up against her as he thrust himself in and out with increasing fervor. She cupped his handsome head to her chest, moaning as his long tongue lapped madly at the thick, creased flesh of her cleavage and inside, sucking the sweat from under her tits and then ingesting each thick nipple into his mouth. She looked out the back window as he filled her, his cock thickening, his nuts bursting and sending a giant load of cum scorching into her womb, triggering her own orgasm - and saw a figure behind the car, smiling approvingly. Laura watched, enraptured and amused, at her new friend's casual backseat fucking. Liza smiled back and winked. Mario's pace slowed and he lifted his smiling face from the heated smother of Liza's tits, kissing her gently. She shifted off him, sitting beside him, legs open, pussy oozing his cream. The door opened and Mario jumped as Laura leaned in, smiling broadly. "Oh fuck," he said, worried for his job. "No worries, buddy," Laura said, thumbing a motion for him to get out. "Now, allow me, would you? You better get back peddling those ridiculously small wieners!" "Yes ma'am," the smiling black stud said, exiting the car and zipping up his pants on the way out. "Goddam..." He left and Liza twisted in her seat, thighs open, pussy matted with sweat and cum, a thick pool of Mario's spunk welling inside. Laura licked her lips, bent and dove in. "We don't want you leaking all over your pretty dress and pretty legs, pretty lady," Laura cooed, slurping great mouthfuls of Mario's copious cum and swallowing. "God, no, no..." Liza said dreamily, running a hand over the short red hair between her thighs. She came in a blur, small orgasms followed by a larger one as Laura completely sucked her pussy clean, Liza's luscious, wrinkly thighs again scissoring the young woman's moaning head as she did, squeezing out her orgasm. She released her, pulling Laura up and kissing her long and deep. They broke the kiss, a strand of cum bridged between their mouths, which Liza gobbled up. "You are amazing, young lady, truly amazing," Liza moaned, kissing the smiling redhead. "Always there when I need you most!" They returned to the party, separating. Liza checked the silent auction table, smiling that she'd won nearly every one, pleased to make the donations to charity. The end of the party drew near, guests leaving bit by bit, until nearly no one remained. Liza made small talk with a few of them, then sauntered off toward the parking lot. She smiled when she saw a golf cart driven by the lovely Cassie. "Oh, so nice to see you again, pretty girl!" Liza smiled, climbing in and patting Cassie's hard thigh. "Shall we?" "Yes ma'am," Cassie said nervously. "Cassie," Liza said softly, now massaging the young thigh. "Do you know young Bradford there, the handsome young man up ahead?" "Oh, yes, ma'am," she said shyly. "We ...we dated once..." "Just once?" Liza laughed. "Yes," Cassie said a bit sadly. "Never consummated things?" Liza asked boldly. Cassie blushed in the dark, a slight smile on her face. "No, ma'am...uh..why do you ask?" Liza said nothing, just continued to knead the young girl's strong thigh, then adding, "Well, we'll see about that." They made their way to the huge grassy meadow that earlier was filled with cars and now was virtually empty. Liza's Lexus was on the far side of the lot, near trees. Bradford, the parking assistant, was there, waving them on. "Seems I'm the last to go, Brad," Liza said, swinging her supple legs out of the cart, Brad's eyes drawn to them. "Now, I said I had something special for you, and I do. For both of you, actually. Please come with me." They walked to the car, Liza turning to face the confused looking young couple. She fished a handful of $50 bills from her clutch and held it up. "I've had my fill of sex tonight, at least participating in it anyway," she said with a disarming smile, Cassie's and Bradford's jaws dropping at the proclamation. "Now I'd like to see you two make love. Right here. Right now." Cassie and Bradford looked at each other, astonished. "But..." Bradford started to say. She strode forward, stuffing half the wad of 50's in his tight pants, making him jump. She laughed and ran her palm over the thick bulge in front. He jumped again. Cassie watched, transfixed, as she then stuffed the rest into her pants and did the same to her pussy. Liza stood between them, rubbing cock and cunt. Neither moved to stop her. "I won't ask again, you two," Liza snarled, unsnapping the pants of each. "Let's move it along, it's getting near my bedtime!" Cassie and Bradford nervously shucked their pants, both standing in short black uniform socks and shoes, and down came their underwear, their eyes darting between themselves and the gorgeous older woman leaning against the car, smiling and watching. Liza nodded to the soft grass, and Cassie laid back, her muscular thighs spread, her shaven pussy gleaming in the dim light of the moon. Bradford knelt, fully erect, his long, slender cock throbbing. Liza smiled her approval. "Now, make love," she said plainly. "You know you want to, you're attracted to each other, right? Bradford, your hard, beautiful cock says you do!" "Oh, YES, ma'am," he groaned, fitting himself into Cassie's pussy and thrusting in, the young woman moaning at the meaty intrusion, clasping her thighs around his middle and locking him in. "GOD YES!" They fucked, groaning and grunting, face to face, kissing. Liza watched Bradford's milky white ass flex, the muscles hollowed on the sides, as he pushed into Cassie harder and faster. "Don't cum until she does, young man!" Liza laughed. "Girls always go first!" "Yes...ma'am..." he grunted, kissing the girl writhing beneath him, twisting his cock side to side as he held fully inside her, helping her cum. And she did, quickly and with a series of squealing yelps, head back in the grass, eyes closed, muscular thighs scissoring the young stud's sides, feet locked on the small of his back, pulling him in tightly. Liza playfully knelt behind them, wetting a finger and deviously slipping it into Bradford's tight pucker. The boy bellowed in pain at first, then pleasure as Liza seamlessly finger fucked his virginal asshole, going knuckle deep and twisting it, hitting his prostate. "A little trick to move things along," Liza hissed with a throaty growl. "Cum, Bradford, cum in Cassie for me!" "Yes...MA'AM!" he roared. Cassie came again, Liza knew from her reaction to the scorching load of hot cum streaming into her pussy, the boy flat atop her, kissing her, tongues flashing into their mouths, until he settled down, exhausted and spent. They looked into each other's eyes, giggling. "We should do this again sometime, Brad," Cassie giggled. "Oh, for sure, for sure," Brad sighed, lifting off the young woman. "My dear, you are on the pill aren't you?" Liza asked, kneeling between Cassie's slack thighs as Bradford stood and pulled his pants back on. "Yes ma'am, of course," Cassie said softly. "And tell me," Liza said, bending and smelling the lusty bleachy scent of her cum-filled pussy before her. "Do you like girls?" Cassie blushed and smiled, biting her lip coquettishly. "Sometimes," she giggled. "Like now." "Very nice, very nice," Liza cooed, putting her face to the leaking pussy. "Can't be too sure about birth control, so let's just get all your young man's sperm out, shall we?" Cassie's body bucked up at the first touch of tongue to pussy, groaning, back arched and then falling back to earth as Liza's tongue scoured her dripping hole, scooping out the huge load of spunk into her mouth, swallowing. "Holy shit!" Bradford groaned, watching. "FUCCKKKK!!" Cassie screamed, her meaty, muscular thighs slamming shut around the sexy older woman's face, locking her tight, cumming against it. Liza smiled from her leggy prison, rapidly tongue fucking the cleaned hole and then running it up the greasy slit, dribbling Cassie's thick clit hard and fast, completing the young woman's crushing orgasm. Cassie finally went slack on the grass, releasing her hands from where they'd been gripping it, coming up with two handfuls of green and dirt. Her thighs finally unlocked, falling apart, Liza's face free and smeared with Bradford's and Cassie's cum. The older woman smiled, stood, offering a hand to the girl. She stood and the women kissed, long and wetly, slurping sperm residue from each other's faces and sharing the creamy wealth. "Now then, run along you two, run along!" Liza said as they dressed and walked away. "And thanks for the nightcap, a perfect end to a lovely evening!" She drove away, past the young couple strolling through the meadow, hand and hand, waving and smiling at her. She checked her phone as she pulled onto the main road. Another fundraiser awaited her the following weekend. "It's so good to give back," she sighed to herself, heading home. "So very, very good..."