0 comments/ 9323 views/ 8 favorites My Son's Exes Pt. 03: Caramel Skin By: Girochen My son is a musician, and I was at another of his gigs. He and his band were playing a local club. There were a few ladies on the dance floor, some hugging the stage, others swaying with a guy or a girl friend. I noticed one young lady in particular. I placed her as one of my son's ex-girlfriends from high school now all grown up. As I recalled she was his age, so 24 as well, and truthfully, she was damn fine looking to me. She was dressed in a black skirt that was short but not slutty and a pair of heels with a button up, short sleeved blue shirt out of which peeked her black lace bra. Her hair was a thick mass of black with a slight wave that framed her face and naturally drew your eyes to hers. The caramel skin of her face with only a touch of blush and red lipstick was perfect and flawless, showing off her lips and bright teeth. But her best feature was, by far, her big brown eyes. As I observed her from my seat, she looked up and caught my eye for just a moment. I flashed my eyes to the empty chair at my small table and back to her. She leaned over and said something to her friend then walked toward me. "Hi," she said as she arrived, "is this seat taken?" Her voice was low for a woman and just a touch throaty which revved up my motor a bit more. "I though you were sitting there." came my response which was met with a smile that lit up her face and slightly crinkled the corners of her eyes. She looked me over as if reevaluating her initial appraisal of me and sat down. Her skirt rode up as she did and revealed the small slit on the side as well as a considerable amount of a very nice thigh. "You are Patrick's dad, right?" she asked as she leaned forward slightly and placed one arm on the table. "That's right, um, it's Kim as I recall," I responded. "Very close, Kimi actually. I am impressed," she said once again smiling widely. "I am surprised you remember me. We only met a couple of times but I remember even then I found you... magnetic." She looked back toward the stage and then toward her friend who was talking to a young man at the bar on the far side of the "dance floor". "They seem to be getting along well," I commented and Kimi looked back at me, "You don't mind if I think of you as Kim do you? Kim sounds more classy and you look more like a Kim to me." She chuckled at my comment and leaned forward a bit more causing her shirt to strain at the buttons, "I don't mind at all, especially since you just said you think I am classy. That's what they call me at work anyway." I laid my hand on her wrist for a moment, "Then I guess we're all set. It's Eric, in case you don't remember. It is much easier to say than Patrick's dad and makes an old man feel a bit more attractive to a young sexy woman such as yourself." "Eric," she mused, "I like that. It is a strong, name," she continued as she turned to face me. She glances down at my hand on her wrist and places her other hand atop it and slides it down to her hand to clasp mine between both of hers. Her hands are soft, though the fingers feel strong and are tipped with stylish, well trimmed and maintained nails that meet my standard for not too damn long. I have this thing against long nails, you see. I think they look cheap and slutty. I think the proper length of a lady's nails are barely past the tips of her fingers and Kim's were just right. I could tell that she took a lot of care with her appearance, from her nails to her outfit to her hair and makeup. Glancing up toward the stage, I noticed that the band was almost done setting up. "You know," I said, "maybe you'd like to move around this way some so you don't have to kink your neck to watch the band." I slid my chair around a bit to make some room and pulled hers right up next to me as she stood. She slipped into the chair, incidentally scooting it even a bit closer then crossed her legs and leaned a bit against my right shoulder and rested her hand on my left hand on the table. "Would you like a drink, Kim?" I asked as she settled in. I could smell the slight aroma of jasmine rising off her hair and it was nearly as distracting as the touch of her body along my right chest and leg. She turned her face toward me and breathed a low, "I'd take a 7 and 7. I didn't drive tonight, so that shouldn't be a problem for me." I could smell her breath as well as she spoke and my right hand around her back seemed to naturally rest upon her right shoulder. Her breath smelled of mint and cinnamon and had we been in a less public place, I would probably have kissed her red lips right then just to taste her pretty mouth. The waitress I had spotted walked up to the table and I ordered her drink and a diet soda for me. Only a few moments later the band started to play. Though it is not really my kind of music, my sons are pretty good and were really taking off on the local circuit. They played three nights a week on average and pulled in enough money for the five of them to be able to have only minimal other income and still make it. A little more popularity and they would be able to quit their day jobs and go full time music which was their aim. I hadn't been to one of their gigs in a while and this one was a special, one that was higher visibility than their normal gigs. They were opening for a larger, popular west coast band and it was also being picked up by the local PBS television station for possible scheduling as a feature. Not many people were actually dancing, though there were a lot of people on the "dance floor". About half way through the first set, my son stepped to the microphone and said they were going to slow it down for a song or two. This was something I had suggested and they had implemented a few weeks earlier. "Do you dance, Kim?" I asked. She had finished most of her drink and was still pressed lightly against me. She looked over at me and grinned slightly before nodding. We stood and headed to the dance floor. Several years earlier I had taken a ballroom dance class with my now deceased wife, so I knew what I was doing on the dance floor. I was pleasantly surprised when Kim moved into my arms and showed that she too knew ballroom dancing as we moved into a rumba. After a minute or so and the recognition of each other's ability to dance well, I said "swing" in her ear. She nodded so I led us into the forms of American Swing which actually fit the beat a little better at 35 bars per minute. We danced through the rest of that song and the slightly faster next song at about 38 bars per minute. By the end, we were reveling in the dance and people were mostly watching us move. Now, don't get me wrong, I am not a fancy awesome dancer, but Kim was wildly attractive and moved like she lived on a cloud. All I had to do was lead her through the forms and give her space to shine, and she did. We left the dance floor at the end of the song to a small amount of applause as the next song began. We swung by the bar where I asked for a couple of waters before returning to our seats. My hand remained on the small of her back for the walk back and when we sat again, she sat even closer and every breath I took filled me with her scent. "I need to use the rest room," she said. So, as she stood, I did as well and escorted her to the door to the ladies room. She seemed surprised and appreciative and kissed my cheek before heading in to do her business. While I stood waiting, a couple other girls came to use the facilities and they stopped and gave praise to my dancing abilities. "Oh, I am not really all that good," I explained, "I just looked good because my partner was so awesome." I was slightly surprised by Kim's return just then, "Don't let him fool you girls. He is one hell of a dancer. I haven't had such a good partner in a long time." She slipped her arm into the crook of mine possessively as she spoke and pressed her assets against me. I took the hint and said good night to the two young ladies and we walked back to our seats. When we arrived, Kim's friend and a guy were sitting there. They quickly rose when we approached. "Eric," said Kim, "this is my friend Kathy. Kathy, this is Patrick's dad, Eric." "Nice to meet you, Kathy," I said taking in the pretty blond. She was slightly shorter than Kim, maybe 5'5" but every bit as pretty. The main difference was the quality of their bearing and dress. While Kathy wore a similar outfit as Kim, she didn't carry it as well and came off as just a bit more like a pretender to class. It was not something you would notice except if she was around Kim, but I noticed. Kathy stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, good to meet you too. This is my friend Bill." He and I shook hands. "Anyway, someone was scoping your chairs so we rescued them and waited for you. We'll talk later. Bye!" Kim smiled and shrugged as we sat down, "She can be a bit flighty,but she is a good friend," she explained, "we went to EWU together." But the next band began playing then and conversation was pretty much halted. When another set of slower songs came on we danced again and again received a smattering of applause. As we headed back to our chairs, I stopped and turned her to face me. "How about we get out of here?" I asked and at her nod continued, "do you have a coat or a purse?" She led me to the coat check where I picked up my sport coat and she a business jacket that matched the dress along with a small clutch. I tipped the person behind the counter and we headed for the door. Again, she nestled up to my arm as we walked to my car a couple blocks away. Walking up to it, I couldn't help but admire my car. It was a root beer brown, 1967 Firebird with black trim and striping. I had spent a lot of money having it restored including the high option rebuilt 326 V8 engine with four barrel carburetor rated at just under 300 HP. It had black leather interior and here I departed from the original with a CD player, shoulder strap seat belts and a blue tooth hookup for my phone with a hands free paddle arrangement added to the steering wheel to control the phone and the music system. I remotely unlocked the doors as we approached and fired it up. When we got to the car, it was rumbling and ready. "Wow, this is your car?" she asked, "It's beautiful!" I opened the door and held it for her as she got in, her skirt distracting me once again as it rode up her thigh. I closed the door and moved around to the driver's side. I removed my sport coat and laid it in back then slid behind the wheel. She was still admiring the car as I buckled up. "So, Kim, did you have a place in mind where you wanted to go?" I asked. She looked over at me and considered for a moment before responding, "How about someplace quiet where we can talk and get to know one another better?" "Okay, so out somewhere would be restrictive. Your place or mine?" I asked coyly. "Your place is fine. I hope it is a little bit of a drive because I'd love to ride in this car for a bit," she said paused and turned to before she continued, "maybe on the freeway." I noticed her eyes were twinkling and she seemed genuinely excited, so, I nodded and put her into gear. "I take it you like Naomi?" I asked before pulling out. Seeing Kim's quizzical look I explained. "I named the car Naomi." I pulled out onto the street and headed toward the freeway entrance. I'd actually just moved outside of town to a largish house on some good acreage where I had privacy, yet it was close enough to town that I still had access to all the services I loved, like internet and cell service etc. The on ramp was close and within a minute I was moving onto the freeway. I flipped on my hidden radar tracker and hearing no pings, I pushed the pedal until we leapt forward, achieving 75 MPH in just a few seconds. "Oh my God, that is awesome," Kim said with excitement. I noticed she was breathing quickly and her feet were in motion just a bit as she flexed her shapely legs. The tops of her stockings were now visible though I could only glance over as I pushed the speed a bit faster. I eased off a bit at 85 mph and asked. "That fast enough?" as I zipped past a couple of cars. "No," she said with a laugh, "it is never fast enough, but the purr of the engine is vibrating through me and, damn, Naomi is sexy." "She is that," I replied and placed one hand on her leg as I slowed back to 75, "but so are you. I think she's jealous." She laughed out loud with a hearty, sexy laugh, "Flattery sir, will get you everywhere." She spread her legs apart slightly and pulled my hand up to the bare skin above her stockings and moaned slightly, "How far from your place are we?" "Just about 5 minutes from here." I said, She placed her hand on the rising bulge in my pants and began to rub my cock, "Hmm, not enough time for more than this then. Ooo, he is a big one." As she continued to rub my cock through my jeans, I slid my hand up to her panty clad sex. I rubbed over the top of the slightly damp cloth and elicited a moan from my lovely passenger. I patted her gently and rubbed a bit as well. I knew she liked it because she would stop rubbing me for a few moments and moan until she remembered where she was doing, then she would start teasing me again. She openly squirmed in her seat now as I pulled off the freeway and onto the two lane road. I grabbed her chin at the stop sign and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned into my kiss and I drove my tongue past her lips and into her mouth while dropping my hand back to her pussy. I pressed harder against her clit through her panties as I kissed her and rubbed her slit from anus to clit and back again, then again. Her moans were constant now, so I leaned back in my seat and peeled away from the stop sign. Her hips began to thrust against my fingers as the car once again leapt away down the road. Her hands were on each of the armrests, one on her door and the other between us, as she bucked under my questing fingers. With one finger I pressed on her clit as I moved her panties to the side and slipped another into her pussy. It was instantly drenched with her juices as I reached the turn off and headed down my driveway. By the time we reached the carport she was crying out and close to orgasm. I parked and continued my ministrations. "Feels good doesn't it, baby?" I asked as I pushed my two fingers in as deep as I could. Her splayed legs were quivering as I finger fucked her young pussy. I didn't bother listening for an answer as she was beyond conversation at that moment. I pressed my thumb against her clit and began moving in a circular motion with my whole hand as I pleasured her. Leaning over and lifting my arm, I managed to get her to lay on her back with her feet toward the door and legs still spread. I leaned down and kissed her while I frigged her with wild abandon. Her moans rose in tone to a squeal into my mouth as I invaded her mouth with my tongue and slid my little finger over her anus. She jerked then, once, twice, a third time and began to twitch and jerk through her orgasm. I released her mouth and she began to gulp in air. "Oh, my, God, Oh my God, oh my God," she gasped as her breathing slowed down. She had clamped her legs on my hand trapping it inside her and I almost wiggled my fingers to remind her, but decided patience was a virtue. "That was so fucking intense. I haven't felt anything like that in a long ass time." I leaned down and kissed her again. She rose to my mouth eagerly and I kissed away the last traces of her lipstick. Still she looked gorgeous in the dashboard light. Her caramel colored skin glistening slightly and her eyes staring up at me. I pulled my fingers from her pussy then and brought them to my mouth to lick off her juices. They tasted as sweet as any I had ever tasted before and after coating my tongue and lips I kissed her again sharing the taste with this beautiful woman. "Shall we go inside and see what other trouble we can get into?" I asked. "Oh hell yes. Just let me compose myself for a moment," came her reply. I took the opportunity with her half laid out to explore her ample tits. Her nipples were erect and her breasts firm and natural. She moaned slightly as I pinched one nipple then the other. Then I sat her up, shut off the car and stepped out. I came round and opened her door and helped her stand. Closing her door I pressed against her, pinning her to the door as I kissed her again and lifted one leg. I pressed myself against her and felt her breathing quicken and her pulse began to beat. After a moment I released her and put one arm around her waist to walk her to the door. We got inside and I took her to the left toward what I called the romper room. It was a room designed for all manner of relaxation. It had a television, piano, sound system and a large conversation pit that was built into the floor in front of the large fireplace. I stopped at the bar and asked, "Would you like another drink?" "Yes, I would, but make it water instead of 7UP this time. I think I'm going to need the hydration." she replied as she perched on the barstool. Even slightly rumpled, she carried herself with an air of beauty. "Can I take your jacket?" I asked as I used the nearby hangar rack to store my sport coat. At her nod I slipped hers off managing to rub her tits teasingly as I did then handed her the watered down Seagram for which she had asked. I hung her jacket and then grabbed my water and led her to the conversation pit. I turned on the gas fire and sat next to her on her left, my right arm behind her. "I find myself a little shy now," she said. "I have never been this forward with a man I just met before." "Have you been with a lot of men my age before?" I asked while my hand caressed her neck. She considered my question and looked me in the eye before saying, "Actually, I've only been with boys before. For the last several years I have been concentrating on my career and haven't been dating really, not since college, almost three years ago." "Well, you will find that a man, especially one with experience, will be able to evoke responses in your that you never felt before or knew you could. Boys have stamina and they depend on it for their performance. I am more interested in making sure you cum more than you ever have at one time in your life previously." "I can say I have never felt the kind of pleasure I felt when you fingered me ever before, even through masturbation." she said with a wistful tone in her voice. While she was talking I sat down our glasses on the built in receptacle for them and kissed her again as she finished talking. This time, I went softly, barely touching her lips, once, twice, each kiss with more pressure. As her breathing increased, my hand on the back of her neck began to push her in and pull her back slightly in time with my kisses. My left hand lifted and caressed her cheek then slid down her neck to the top of her blouse and undid the first button, then the second. She sighed as I began to play with her right breast then yelped as I pinched her nipple. I stopped kissing her and pushed her shirt off laying it gently across the backing of the pit. She released her bra then and pulled it off. Her breasts were beautiful C cups with a lovely half dollar sized areola and pert half inch long nipples. She pulled at my shirt and untucked the polo then pulled it up over my head and tossed it behind her. "Stand up," I told her and when she did, I unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I picked it up and laid it with her shirt and bra as she removed her soaked panties. As she bent to slip the panties off her feet over her heels, I stood behind her and pressed my pants to her ass. She leaned back and I reached around her to squeeze her tits as she turned her head to kiss me. She unbuckled my belt and button but could not release the zipper pressed up against her and I wasn't letting her move away. But my cock was nearly completely hard and showing almost seven inches pressed against her ass. My left hand played with her tit while my right dropped once again to her pussy. My Son's Exes Pt. 03: Caramel Skin She began to moan as my fingers pressed on the area around her pussy. I squeezed and prodded as I kissed her and rubbed my cock against her ass through my pants. She began to squirm more, wanting me to touch her pussy but I did not oblige, yet. I lifted her left leg until her foot was on the seat in front and to her left, then her right leg until she was almost squatting on the couch. Then I reached back and tugged down my pants and underwear and straightened my cock until it was like a plank she was resting on. "Is that what you want, baby?" I asked her as I began to tease her clit with my finger. "Oh yes, damn it feels big," she replied, her voice now husky and dripping with excitement. Her left hand dropped to my cock which she pressed up against her sex as she began to slide forward and back incidentally coating my turgid member with her copious juices. I didn't want to start too soon since I wanted her to orgasm on my cock, preferably before me since, at 52 years old, I could no longer just keep going. I required a bit of a recharge in between. But her body was responding in a big way to all the stimulation I was giving. So, when she tried to slip me inside, I pulled back a bit and slid my cock up the crack of her ass evoking a whine until I pushed two fingers into her pussy. I lifted her then and sat her down on the couch in front of me, her legs to my right and face to my left. Her right hand recaptured my penis and her eyes widened as she looked at it for the first time. "My God, baby," she exclaimed, "how big is that thing?" "It usually tops out at just short of eight inches, but I think tonight, I will achieve the full eight. You are so hot, I think we are going to have one hell of a night." I began to finger fuck her once again, this time concentrating on finding her G spot while stimulating her clit with my thumb on each stroke in. Her body arched and I was able to admire her curves. Her tits were firmly in place with only a slight bit of sag. Her waist was trim with just a hint of a pooch and her hips flared just the right amount. All of it was covered by the light caramel skin of someone from India. I slid out of her reach and between her legs. Her pubic hair was trimmed into the shape of heart and her juicy cunt was open in front of me as I removed my fingers. I could see the glistening of her juices and the swelling of her mons and the perfect shape of her pussy. It was like an artist' rendition of what a vagina should look like. I kissed her pubic hair and then each leg up as high as possible inside the thigh. Then starting from the bottom of her pussy, I licked slowly upward. When I reached her clit, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and spread her mons with my left hand. Her clit was an erect knob of swollen flesh, practically throbbing in time to her heartbeat. I engulfed it and began to rapidly rub it with my tongue. She cried out and lifted her hips until she was almost lifting me from the ground then began to thrust against my tongue in time to the lashing I was giving her. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed. "That ... feels so... damn... shit... good! God, eat my... pussy!" I released her thigh with my right arm and returned two fingers to her gushing pussy, then just for fun removed them and wet down my ring finger. I replaced them and pushed my ring finger against her anus. I began to slowly pump my fingers in and out of her pussy and pressed against her sphincter until, on the fourth insertion, I slipped my ring finger into her ass. "Fuck!! I'm gonna cum. Oh shit that feels so... ... uhn, god!!" She thrust herself against me and began to twitch and rock her body through her orgasm. But I didn't stop. I continued and reached my fingers in a bit more to find her G again and rubbed them in a tiny circle on her G spot as her orgasm began to quiet. She had another orgasm right then and looking up I saw her face shaped in a scream with no sound whatsoever. Her skin was flushed and her body still twitching, hips still thrusting when I left her pussy and pulled her legs up and apart. I put her hands on her legs to hold them in place and pushed the head of my cock against her entrance. "I'm going to fuck you now. You ready?" I asked. She shook her head from side to side but her eyes were telling me something different. I pushed my head inside her. My girth made it a tight fit and I watched her eyes widen. She hadn't seen my full erection yet but she was feeling it now. I reached down and spread her pussy lips as I pulled out and reinserted my cock this time a bit further. I repeated the process, coating more and more of my cock with her juices until I was half way engulfed by her tight young pussy. Her eyes were wide now and her mouth shaped in a little O as I spoke, "That's half of it," I told her as I licked my fingers and tried to slick up the rest of my cock. "Time for the rest." She shook her head as she looked up at me but it was a half hearted effort. "Please," she said ambiguously. I pushed myself inside until I found her cervix which was deeper than I expect, leaving only a couple inches outside. Then I began to slide out and in. Her juices were flowing as her body decided it liked the feeling though her brain thought it was too much. I pulled her to me on the couch and continued to drive into her. By the end of a dozen strokes, I managed to get the rest of me inside, stretching her to what she must consider her limit. "You pussy is so hot, baby. I don't think I'll last too long." I said as I drove into her with increasing speed. Her body now was arched and I could see my cock moving under the skin of her abdomen as it displaced all the available room there. "Oh fuck me that feels so... big. It feels good, but oh my God, I can feel it in my stomach." I grabbed a cushion and tilted her a bit then put the cushion under her ass and leaned forward. I squeezed her luscious tits and pinched the nipples as I leaned forward and locked my mouth on hers. My hands went to the couch to support me as I began to fuck her faster. She moaned loudly in my mouth as I did and it dialed up to a near screech as my in thrusts became piston like. I drove myself in and slowly pulled out until just my head was inside then drove in hard again. I repeated this motion with an occasional change to a circular thrust for five or six thrusts then back to the hard fucking. I released her mouth in order to become more upright and aimed my thrusts to slide over and past her G spot. I could feel the tension building inside me and knew I had to push her over the limit fast or I would cum alone. My thumb found her clit and I pushed it downward so it would feel the motion of my cock directly and she began to keen. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... faster baby, fuck me hard! ...Fuuuuuuuck meeeee!" she yelled as I began fucking her harder. I kicked it into overdrive. No longer was it a slow pull out, but rather it was a hard pounding fuck. This little minx had gotten me more excited that I had been in over ten years and I was going to make it count. Her G spot was getting quite a workout from this and she quickly moved to a massive orgasm. I took the opportunity to stop and calm my own libido down to stretch it out further. I pulled her off my cock and up to my face where I assaulted her mouth with mine before spinning her around and pushing her down to the couch with her ass in the air. I took a moment to lick up some of her leaking juices before rubbing my cock head against her still twitching pussy. "Here it comes, baby." "Oh fuck me, Eric. Fuck me until I cannot walk. Four orgasms already and ... oh shit... I want more. Fuck me!" she exclaimed. I complied. I didn't waste any time or motion. My rock hard cock was ready and a bit calmer than a minute earlier, but I was mentally still very excited, so I slammed it home evincing a cry of pleasure and probably a little pain from the sexy woman beneath me. With my hands on her hips I helped her move in time with my thrusts, slamming my pelvis against her ass with every stroke. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Damn that feels so fucking good, Eric. Fuck the shit out of me. I'm so fucking excited right now. It won't be long and I'll cum again. You'll cum with me, baby? Come on, make me cum with you. Fuck this little slut. Make me your bitch, fuck me like the dog I am. Oh God, I love this position. Fuck me!" Her words were having an effect on me and my excitement rose quickly. I worried that I would spurt too soon, so I stuck my thumb in my mouth and got it wet, then inserted it into her ass and began rocking it in and out. "Oh fuck! What the fuck? That feels electric, you're making me cum again. Shoot with me baby. Cum in this little bitches pussy! Fuck me!!" She began to cum and clenched down on my highly excited cock, pushing me over the line as well and after two additional strokes I joined her in an enormous orgasm shooting at least a quarter cup of sperm into her hot young pussy before we collapsed, my cock still inside her. "Oh fuck. You've ruined me. I've never had a fuck even half this good." she said as she wiggled beneath me to roll over. I raised up enough to allow it and popped out of her pussy before flopping my semi-flaccid member back against her pussy lips and locking my lips to hers as I played with her titties. "Damn girl, that was fucking hot," I said, "I'm going to have to find a way to keep you here. I want more of that awesome pussy." I paused and looked her in the eye. "So, you're my bitch now, my little slut? Is that what I heard?" "Oh baby, you fuck me like that and how could I not be," said Kim, "I'm spoiled for other men. You promise to fuck me regularly and I'll do what it takes to keep you cumming back for more." "Well, it is Thursday night. Why don't we both call in sick tomorrow and I'll take you to your place to pick up a change of clothes and toothbrush and whatever else you need, and you can spend the weekend? Then we'll see how it goes from there. Sound good to you?" "Yes, that sounds good. More of that cock sounds good to me also. How long until you can get it up again?" "Probably as long as it takes to get this cleaned up and get a little water in us." I replied. It ended up that it didn't take that long. With her walking around in her stockings and heels and otherwise naked as we cleaned up the mess we made on the couch, I was nearly completely erect within a couple of minutes. We finished up the cleaning and picked up clothes which I put in the bedroom. I returned to find her putting some summer sausage and cheese on crackers alongside a couple of glasses of pineapple juice I had in my fridge. I stepped up behind her and slid my hands over her body until they cupped and caressed her breasts. "Mmm, I see you are back in full swing. I thought some protein might not be a bad idea. I think you'll need your strength later." she commented as she wiggled a bit against me. "That is a good idea, but I was thinking that I would get that from the two knee fish I planned on eating." I said. She spun around and put her arms up around my neck and I bent slightly to kiss her soundly. She moaned into the kiss as my hands slid down to her ass and squeezed her cheeks. After a few moments and the return to full erection, I released her. "Well, either I fuck you right here and now, or we immediately move to the bed where I am going to fuck you now. Which does my little bitch slut desire?" "The bedroom please. I don't know if I can stand while you pound me with that massive cock." she said. She grabbed the plate of snacks and I grabbed the drinks and we headed to the bedroom. I have a pretty nice place and the bedroom was nicely decked out. There was a king size bed with side tables of course, a mirrored ceiling, several dimmed lights, two dressers and a small two seat table and chairs sitting by the bay window. We set the food and drink down and turned to the bed. I followed Kim to the bed. She took hold of my cock and sat at the edge of the bed, glanced up at me then back at my mostly erect cock and licked her lips. She spread her mouth wide and engulfed my head in her mouth. I felt her tongue swirling around the head as she pushed forward and back on my cock. She popped it from her mouth. "You know I'll never get the whole thing in there, right?" she asked. "Yes, do what you can and what you like," I replied. I was not a big fan of blowjobs having only received two or three that were worthwhile ever. Once again she engulfed my cock in her sweet mouth. I felt her tongue and the scraping of her teeth against my girth before she found the back of her throat about five inches in. She retreated and assaulted my cock again and again until she managed about six inches and my head in her throat. She pulled it out and surveyed it once again, noting where her fingers were at the extent of her penetration. "Wow, the width makes it way harder to deep throat you." I leaned down and grabbed her hair then tilted her head back and kissed her for a minute or so as she gently stroked my cock. Then I straightened and positioned myself at her mouth while still holding her hair. I let her guide my cock into her mouth and when she bottomed out, I pushed a little bit to get some additional depth until she pulled back. She gagged a bit but kept taking me back in a little more each time until I pushed her down to the root. She had slid her ass back on the bed in order to provide a straighter channel from mouth to throat and I began to slowly fuck her face. After a minute, I pulled her off my cock to give her a breather but she didn't need or want it. "Don't stop," she said, "your big ass cock in my throat is such a fucking turn on. I want you to fuck my face and cum in my mouth." So, I slipped my cock back into her dirty mouth, "Oh yes, I will fuck your mouth. I will fuck your mouth until you are begging me to stop!" I started the slow motion of fucking her face, each stroke very near the totality of my cock filling her throat and mouth. But she urged me deeper until I was fucking her with my full length into her hot young mouth. Looking down at her face, I saw the way my cock was pulling her lips to their limit as she eagerly sucked me in. Her tongue continued to lick and wrap on the out while providing a rough surface on the in stroke. The sexuality and sensuous nature of the act got me revved up fast and soon I was fucking her hard and felt the impending release of my seed. "I'm gonna cum on your mouth, baby. Make sure you don't spill a drop!" I said and two strokes later I began to do just that. It was probably the fastest I have cum in a long time and it was not a small amount of cum. One small drop tried to escape out of her mouth but she captured it with a finger and slipped it back inside. Then she opened her mouth for me to see the puddle of cum and swallowed it down. "Damn your cum is sweet," she said. "It's the pineapple juice," I replied. We lay down on the bed side by side and I wrapped my arms around her. We began making out while our hands explored each other. After a few minutes, I could tell she was getting excited as she began to squirm a bit beneath my hand. "My God, you have a magic touch. I haven't had this many orgasms and still wanted to keep going in a long long time. How do you do it, baby?" she asked me. "It is intention. I intend for you to enjoy every second of what I am doing. So, when I see something that works for you, I do it again, find the limits. Like right here," I said as I touched her waist just above her pelvic bone on the left side, "You must have a bundle of nerves here or something because when I touch like this," I rubbed my thumb across the area with a medium pressure. She arched and pushed against my thumb and I continued, "See, you react to it. I add it to my repertoire of places to stimulate you and alternate around never making this one feel over stimulated. It is what any good lover would do if he/she wanted their partner to have the best time he/she could have." "No one has ever cared enough to even think at that level with me," she said with a slight catch in her voice, "how come you are single when you are this good of a lover?" "Well, my ex-wife had trouble with intimacy. After five years of no sex, I couldn't take it any more and I left. Six months later, she died while I was living in a little shit hole apartment with free internet. That's when I pulled a winning lottery ticket. I won $10,000 a week for life. Half for taxes leaves me with one hell of an income. But that one isn't so advertised, so I got to avoid a lot of publicity. That was about 3 years ago. I had this house build and helped my kids, including my stepson and my first wife. Since then I've been mostly here, come with me, I'll show you something." I stood up and we walked down the hall to the end room. "Did you notice that there are doors on both sides, but this last bit of hall only has this door on the end?" I asked and she looked around then nodded. "This is a combination room, my joy, my work and my pleasure all reside in here." I opened the door and we stepped into my man cave. The room itself was really three rooms but only with small half height walls. Off to the left was an office. The desk was large and the monitor was state of the art and was actually one of the new monitor/computer devices. Compared to the rest of the room, it was rather understated. To the right was a gaming area with three televisions mounted on the wall and numerous gaming consoles including all the current popular setups. There were four gaming chairs along the walls that could be pulled out and a flight simulator chair as well. But the center was my prize. Nearly as big as two standard bedrooms it was filled with computers and books. There were no less than five computers in various places. Between the door and the center area and just off to the left was a large three by six table for tabletop gaming as well. "Holy shit, that's a lot of computers." she exclaimed. "Yes, I often have my boys over to play either on the computers or on the gaming systems. I admit I am a big kid." I said. "Do you play MMOs on there?" she asked. "Yes, watch the center monitor," I said as we walked further into the room. "Activate Dragon" I commanded. A computer voice filled the room, "Dragon activated, main computer active. Three processes currently running." "Display processes on monitors one, two and three." I command. "Displaying now," came the voice. Kim lay her hand on my arm, "Isn't that..." "Yes, Majel Barret, the voice from Star Trek computers." The three monitors came up and displayed the three games I had running on macros, Star Trek, Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. "I have crafting going using a program that emulates a user while I am logged out," I explained. But I did notice that the crafting was pretty much halted on all three. I would have to log in myself soon and gather some materials for more crafting. "Computer, log out of all three processes. Start new process, bookmark 1275." "Starting 1275. Sir, 1275 has no current activity, 1283 has activity. Should I switch to that bookmark?" "Make it so, computer." I replied. On the main monitor, a view of what appears to be a living room appeared. There were three or four articles of clothing scattered about. "View three, computer." I said and the view switched to a bedroom where three women were pleasuring each other. They seemed to be aware of the camera location because they would occasionally shift to show their activity better. "What is this?" asked Kim, "Did you wire tap someone's home?" "Nothing so crude. There are people who love to be watched and they set up cameras in their home for people to watch. They also record everything and cut together adult films." My Son's Exes Pt. 03: Caramel Skin "So, this is what you do in your spare time?" "Computer close 1283, begin harvesting HCG." I commanded and the monitors all shut down though the blinking lights continued. "Actually, I fund 10 such houses including that one. I have a producer who puts together the films from the raw footage and it provides a lucrative income. I no longer have to depend on my lottery winnings to survive." Kim paused and thought about it, then said, "So, how much are you worth then, all told?" "Well, that one is hard to estimate with any accuracy. With proper care, I should live another 45 years, so my lottery winnings would come in around $10 million. My adult films, assuming static value should be around $1 million a year and my other businesses should net around half a million a year give or take. All of that is after taxes and assuming a 45% tax. My assets total around $5 million." Kim flopped down in the chair, "Um, wow, I thought you were just a good looking man I spotted in a bar." "Well, I am a man you spotted in a bar and we happened to hit it off. I'd have to doubt your taste if you think I'm good looking though. But come on, let's get some of those crackers and juice." I led her back to the bedroom and over to a closet. Inside were numerous robes, mostly male, though a few were obviously made for women. I picked out a muted red robe that would hang to mid thigh and slipped it on her with a kiss then I got one of the small tericloth waist robes I had for myself. We moved to the table and sat at the window. I pressed the button that opened up the shades and shut down the inside lights. Outside the moon was three quarters full and there was a wonderful view of my lake with the mountains in the background. "So, are you put off?" I asked. "Hell no, I am just wondering. Why me? I'm just some little small town girl..." "Stop," I interrupted and she turned to look at me. "There is one thing I really don't like. I don't like it when someone says they are just whatever. You are a beautiful, vibrant, young woman, with a sexy body and a bold sense of adventure. I don't know what will come of this, but I decided to show you who I am. You are the second person, beside my kids, who has seen it. I don't know why I made the decision, but I am glad I did." With the crackers gone and the drinks mostly gone, I closed the blinds and turned the lights back up to half way, still intimate, but brighter than before. "Now, last I recall, I was about to find out how many more orgasms you have in you tonight. So come here wench." I gathered her into my arms and kissed her again, glad of the fact that she was only a few inches shorter than my 6'1" frame. I carried her to the bed and laid her down then crawled between her legs and began to gently tease her pussy. Very nearly immediately, her juices began to flow. Meanwhile, she took me in her mouth and in three quick strokes she had me deep in her throat. I could feel the contractions of her throat as she fought her gag reflex and the sensation of her tongue like a pebbled washcloth wiggling against my cock. I became lost in sensation for a moment before returning to her sweet pussy. Within minutes my cock was again hard as a board and my face was covered with her juices, but this time I was ready to finish inside her pussy. I rolled her off then positioned her on her hands and knees. Her juices ran down the sides of her thighs as I got behind her and fingered her a bit before entry. "Don't tease me, Eric, just slam that big mother fucker home." I pressed my cock to her pussy and much as I would have like to, there was just no slamming it home. Her pussy was tight and it bent before my head popped inside. Then I gathered myself and grabbed her hips and slid in to the hilt sharply. "Oh fuck that is a big son of a bitch. Now fuck me with that monster. Fuck your little bitch slut!" I slapped her ass cheek and began to fuck her, starting slow but working up the speed until it was of medium speed and power. I slapped her ass again on the other side, twice until she began to push back with every stroke, increasing the strength of my strokes. "I knew you could take direction," I said, then slapped her again, "Now fuck that cock." She began to buck against my cock, my hands on her hips to guide her motion. Every now and then I would slap her ass or thigh and tell her to change speed, "Faster!" or "Slower!" or "Slam it home!" Eventually the position and the depth of my penetration made it more difficult than it needed to be and I stopped her. I pulled her up and fondled her tits while I kissed her and moved slightly inside her. "You are such a good fuck," she said, "I've never had anyone get me so hot so quick. If you hadn't stopped me just then, I would have cum in less than a minute." "You are still going to cum soon my little slut. But I wanted to look in your eyes as you cum. I wanted to see you..." I punctuated my words with a hard slam of my cock into her pussy, "enjoy... every..." and again, "thrust!" I lifted her right leg and moved it to my left shoulder allowing her to hold herself up using the headboard. Then I pulled her face to mine and kissed her as I began to slam my cock into her hard and fast. I kept her in that position until her arms were straining to hold her there, then I laid her down and spread her legs as wide as I could without resistance and we did it in my favorite position, missionary. I pistoned myself in and out of her until we were both sweating, stopping only to avoid orgasms. I ravaged her mouth and neck and tits with my mouth as I did so until I just couldn't take much more and worked in earnest to make her cum. I angled my cock by pushing my ass down and stroking upward and more shallow. Each stroke slammed against her G spot and slid over it as my face poised inches from hers, our eyes locked on one another. I slowed and sped up to time my orgasm to hers and I was pretty damn close. She began to cum two strokes before me, her eyes widening in pleasure as my center seemed to come out from the end of my cock. "That's right, my bitch slut, cum. Cum for me like it is the first time. Fill the bucket baby." Her nails dug into my back and her legs locked around me as the two of us bucked and spurted and spasmed, but our eyes remained locked together until we both finished. I twitched five or six times after that as I mauled her mouth with mine once again. "Fuck, I'll give you twenty years to stop that," she said with a sigh as we relaxed, still locked together, my softening dick inside her. "You make me feel like I have never experienced real sex before." "Maybe you haven't," I replied, "It is only through effort that true pleasure is gained." "Are you quoting fucking Confucius or someone?" she asked. "No, I am quoting Eric." We both laughed and kissed and cuddled until long after I slipped out of her with a sigh. Within a half hour or so, we fell asleep. As usual, I woke early. The caramel skinned beauty next to me didn't stir as I got up and used the bathroom then went to the kitchen and made a couple of ham and cheese omelets, toaster waffles and some coffee. I brought them back to the little table and opened the blinds then awoke the sleeping beauty with a kiss. "That door is the bathroom," I said and pointed. She kissed me once more and bolted in there. She voided quite a bit of fluid, as I had this morning. She came out and picked up the robe she wore the previous evening and moved to the table. "You made breakfast?" she said as I slid one hand up the back of her leg and cupped her luscious ass. "That's so awesome. What time is it?" she then asked glancing around for a clock. "I don't know," I responded, "probably around seven AM. I get up early regardless of when I fall asleep. And I don't know what time that was either, but it was probably around two AM based on when we sat here last." She slapped my hand away as I began to tickle her pussy, "Not yet, I am starving. I want to eat this to replenish my strength." I laughed and we began to eat. The weekend turned into six months of pussy pounding, pudd sucking fun. It was never what I had with my Miri, but it was intense at all times. During that six months, I also learned some control and could now be back in action within two minutes of my orgasm. It was a great time to be 52, back in shape and alive.