0 comments/ 45479 views/ 10 favorites Robert Ch. 01 By: Borntolust Many thanks to tuhahkhan for editing this story. Eileen is a tall ungainly woman. She is on the thin side, but with overly broad hips, an oversized butt, and no boobs. Or almost no boobs. They are low mounds, with areolas surrounding her, quite prominent, nipples. She has a plain face. Her straight mousy hair is cut at chin level. Eileen is a very intelligent woman, but had only finished high school. She works as a paralegal. She is very good at it. Her income is sufficient to maintain a middle class lifestyle. Her home is in a Boston suburb a short commute from her job. Eileen dresses very conservatively for work. Typically a well fitted suit, usually with a skirt. Occasionally she will wear a pantsuit. Her blouses were always high necked. Off work she is also a conservative dresser. She prefers dresses or skirts. Eileen is friendly, outgoing; but she is not an attractive woman. Until recently she had very little sexual experience. At one time she tried bar scene looking for love or companionship. The results weren't at all satisfactory. A few times she was able to meet someone. But, the guy never called her again once he got her in bed. Eventually she quit drinking, except for a glass of wine with dinner, because it wasn't doing her any good. Eileen is a realist. She does not bullshit herself. She has her fantasies, but she realizes they are exactly that. Eileen's fantasies are usually about young, well hung studs lying on top of her giving her a hard fuck. She usually masturbates to these illusions. Sometimes she gets the hots for one of the young lawyers at the firm where she works, but she is always careful not to show any outward sign of her dreams. She doesn't have enough experience to imagine any other way than the man on top. She had experienced oral sex a couple of times, but she had been drinking so her memory of the event was hazy. She did not know if she had enjoyed it or not. By the time she was forty-five years old Eileen had accepted the fact men weren't very interested in her. She thought about trying women, but she didn't feel sexually attracted to them. Shortly after her fiftieth birthday Eileen met Robert. Or maybe one should say Eileen met Robert again. Robert had grown up in the same neighborhood as Eileen lived. He had gone off to college and a career. Eileen had only seen him on a couple of occasions since, at the funerals for his parents. Robert's parents had stayed in the neighborhood after their retirement. His father had died about six years before. His mother passed away only four months before. Eileen was sitting in for the receptionist, while she went out for lunch, when Robert came into the office. He was there to check on some things about his parent's estate. Eileen greeted Robert, she remembered him as a bright child who was always curious about things. She had last seen him at his mother's funeral. She had thought of him as a hunk. He was in her dreams a few times after that. Robert remembered Eileen very well, while he waited they chatted about their old neighborhood. Robert concluded his business quickly. On his way out he invited Eileen to lunch, so they could talk about the old neighborhood. "I don't know many people there anymore," he said, followed by. "Let's make it on a weekend so you won't have to rush back to work." Eileen agreed, they decided to meet at a restaurant they both liked the following Saturday. Eileen had Robert in her dreams again that night. She imagined him with a big cock. Her vibrator was the substitute for him as she pumped it into her wet pussy. She could almost feel him lying on top of her. Saturday Eileen took extra care in dressing wearing a dress just a little bit low cut. She wished she had cleavage to display. She did think she looked good in the dress she chose, even without big boobs. She had thought about wearing a padded bra, but decided against it. She took extra care with her makeup being careful not to use too much. She had no illusions about this being a romantic date. After all Robert was only in his late twenties to her fifty. But she could fantasize. She would carry the memories home, to use in her dreams. Robert was waiting for her when she arrived at the restaurant. "You look very nice." He told her. He had arranged for a secluded table where, as he put it. "We won't be disturbed by other diners." Robert: I'm Robert, not Bob, Rob, or Robby. I'm twenty eight years old. I stand 6' 1" weigh 190. I am well built, not bad in the looks department. I've been told I'm very attractive to women. I must admit I'm seldom lacking female companionship, if I want it. That may be due to the fact I am very well hung, or that I like going down on women. But it may be due to a couple of quirks in my personality. First I am attracted to older women. Second I am attracted to unattractive women. I usually have two or three affairs going at the same time. Once I found myself dividing my time between five women, but I found it to be a bit too much. I try to be honest with them all.I never imply they are the only ladies in my life. In fact I make it plain they are not. When I saw Eileen in the lawyer's office I immediately recognized her. After chatting for a while I asked her to lunch. She accepted quickly. We made our arrangements to meet. I arrived at the restaurant first. A generous tip secured us a nice, secluded table. When Eileen arrived I complimented her on her looks. It wasn't false flattery, it was obvious she had taken extra care when dressing. We had a very good lunch. I found Eileen to be an interesting person. She was intelligent and well read. She kept up with current events so she could discuss them logically. Our conversation ranged far further than the old neighborhood. But, she also seemed naïve about some things. After an hour, or so, of conversation with a couple of glasses of wine. I told Eileen, "I have certainly enjoyed our conversation. You are not only attractive, but brainy too." Eileen blushed a little. She thanked me for the compliment. I continued. "I wish we could continue our chat, but I think the restaurant wants their table back." Eileen's response was. "We can go to my house. I am enjoying myself. It is so seldom I have such interesting conversation." "Ok," I agreed. "I'll meet you there." I followed Eileen to her house. She drove into her garage. I parked on the street, not quite in front of her house. I didn't want to make it too obvious she had company. She waited for me in the garage. We entered through the kitchen. "Would you like another glass of wine?" Eileen asked as she showed me into the living room indicating a place on the couch. "I seldom have more than two glasses, but with such enchanting company I will make an exception." I replied. Eileen showed a slight blush again. "Thank you Robert, the pleasure is mine." I sat on the couch. Eileen brought a couple of glasses of wine for us. She sat leaving a space between us. We both turned so we could talk. After fifteen minutes, or so, of talk Eileen offered to show me around the house. It wasn't big but it was very well furnished. I complimented her on it as we returned to the living room. Eileen said then. "I am really enjoying this afternoon. It is so seldom I get to entertain gentlemen." She went on to ask. "Have you ever married Robert?" "No," I replied, "Never." "I would think some young lady would have snared you by now." Eileen had that light blush again. "Actually Eileen I am not that interested in young ladies." She looked baffled for a moment until I continued. "I am attracted to older women. And to intelligent women." "Oh." Was all that Eileen said. "In fact." I continued, "I find you to be very attractive." Eileen: 'My God,' I thought. 'Can he really mean that?' My emotions were a mess. A thrill ran through me, nervousness too. "Robert," I said. "Do you really mean it? Please don't toy with me." Inside, the thoughts racing through my mind were about the stud I dreamed of. My vibrator was a dick, but the man on top was a fantasy. "I really mean it." He replied. He put his hand behind my shoulders. He gently urged me toward him. Our first kiss was soft and gentle. I found myself moving close to him. He kissed me again, starting softly but increasingly passionate. Soon our tongues were entwined. His hand was on my breast, kneading it through my dress. When his hand went to my thigh caressing it I knew I had to have him. I needed his cock inside me. I needed him on top of me pumping his manhood into my hot body. My twat was wet, I could feel my juices seeping into my panties. I stood then, taking his hand I led him to my bedroom. Robert: We stood next to Eileen's bed exchanging a hot open mouthed kiss. She stepped back then pulling her dress off. She was not wearing a bra. The mounds on her chest did not require one. I didn't mind, it was all part of what made me want her. Her nipples were firm, erect with lust. She moved close to me started to open my shirt. I opened my belt and pants pushing them down over my hard cock. I kicked them off my feet. We kissed as I caressed her tits. She fumbled with my shirt buttons. We stepped back from each other. I got my shirt and t-shirt off. Eileen sat on the edge of the bed eying my tented shorts. She reached out to me softly stroking my dick through the fabric. Grasping the waistband she pushed them down. I stepped out of them. Eileen gave a soft gasp when my manhood sprang free. She lay back then, pushing her, surprisingly sexy, silk panties down. I pulled them over her feet, tossed them aside. I lay next to her. Eileen: I couldn't believe how forward I was acting. I had practically dragged the man to my bedroom. I had stripped him. When his cock sprang free in front of my face I gasped at its size. It was bigger than anything I had ever had inside me. And I wanted it. I knew it would hurt, but I WANTED IT! Robert: I played with Eileen's boobs sucking them, kneading them. I felt her already wet pussy. I pushed my finger past her swollen lips to the hard nubbin of her clit. When I pushed the finger into her I felt how tight she was. She was ready, she didn't need much foreplay. I put her hand on my cock. She stroked it, kissing me passionately. "Robert it's so big. Please be careful with me." She murmured in my ear. "Would you rather rub it over your clit?" I asked her. "No! I want it in me." She rolled over on her back, her legs splayed and her arms reaching for me. I moved between her legs as she grabbed my manhood. She guided it to her cunt. I pushed into her slowly, watching her face as I did so. Her head was back and her mouth open as I pushed my cock into her tight pussy. Eileen: I held up my arms to him. He responded. His body was on mine. Just as in my fantasies. I hugged him tight as his manhood entered me. I had been empty for so long. 'Oh my God it hurts. I want more. I want you lying on me. I want to feel your body rubbing on mine. I want to hold you tight to me as you thrust your hard cock into me.' When he began to thrust with his magnificent cock. I forgot about the pain, I only wanted to feel him filling me. Robert: As I pushed further into her she pulled me down on top of her. She looped her legs over mine. She hugged me tight. She wanted my body on hers. I fucked her slowly, holding myself back so I would not come too soon. I tweaked her nipples. I kissed her fervently. She opened up a little as we fucked, it got easier for her. I could feel it when she was starting to come. Her hips started thrusting into me. Our kisses were wet, our lips grinding into each other. Eileen held me tight. Her hips raised off the bed. Her orgasm started with a quiver that became shudders as waves of pleasure passed through her. At the height of her orgasm I felt the spasms roaring through my own body, the thrills up my spine. I thrust my cock deep into her, I shot my come into her eager cunt. Eileen: 'I'm coming, I'm coming.' My body was elated. The waves crashed over me as I felt the heat of his come deep in me. I held him and kissed him and fucked him and fucked for him. I am overcome with the joy of the best orgasm of my life. I never want to let him go. Robert: I stayed on top of Eileen as I softened. She held me with her arms tight around me. She didn't want to let me go. After I had softened to the point I couldn't keep it in her any longer I rolled off her. We lay facing, holding each other. Eileen was on an emotional high, she was showering me with kisses. She kept repeating. "So good, it was so good." Eventually she calmed down. We lay there cuddling for a while. Eileen propped her head on her elbow. She asked me if I would like something to eat. "It's almost dinner time." She said. "I'd rather make love to you again." I told her. "Oh Robert, I want to but I'm so sore I don't know if I can." She replied. "But you'll like what I want." I told her. I started kissing her. As I nuzzled her boobs she pulled my head close to her almost like nursing me. I worked my way down her body licking and kissing her. I spread her legs. I moved between them. I saw the tangle of her brown pubic hair, streaked with gray, sitting like a cap over her pussy, enveloping it. The swollen lips of her pussy peeking through. Opening slightly with lust. Showing me a hint of the redness of her womanhood. I licked and kissed her thighs. I ran my tongue around her pussy. I licked the labia. I flattened my tongue, covered her pussy with it as I lapped her wetly. I lifted my head looking at Eileen. She was looking at me with a wondering expression. She was silent. I lowered my head to her waiting pussy. Her lips were opening for me. As my tongue entered her she gasped, her hips rose from the bed. She opened her legs wider. I licked her clit. I sucked it. I pushed my tongue into her hole as deep as I could. Then back to her clit. My tongue traveled up and down her swollen lips. I swung around then so we were head to groin. I did not get on top of her but my hard throbbing cock was right in front of her. She reached for my manhood, stroked it. She hesitantly put her lips on it. Her mouth opened. Her lips slid down my shaft. Eileen: 'He's going to do it, he's really going to do it.' I thought as his tongue penetrated the lips of my hot twat. I soared when he licked me and sucked me and licked me some more. When he swung around. His beautiful cock was right in front of me I wanted to suck him, but I didn't know how. I touched it first, tentatively, then put my lips on it. I kissed the tip of it, loving it, I opened my mouth. I took as much of it as I could. My lips were stretched. My mouth hardy fit over his magnificent manhood. Robert licked me, sucked me, sent me to heaven. I rode the waves of ecstasy crashing through me as orgasm followed orgasm. I sucked him harder as I tasted my own juices on his throbbing cock. His hand was in my hair twisting it. holding my head into his dick. It felt good, but he didn't need to hold me there. I gloried in the hardness of him. In the pleasure I was giving him. Robert: I licked her and sucked her. I tasted the come I had filled her with. She was wild, bucking her hips. Her legs clasped my head. Her hand pushed me deeper into her hot wet cunt. She was coming almost constantly. Orgasm following orgasm, so close as to seem continuous. Her mouth was wet on my shaft as she slobbered and moaned with her own pleasure. I shot my come into her when she was at the height of ecstasy. She sucked me until I softened. I eased her down by licking her labia and thighs. Then I turned around to lay facing her. Her mouth was slack. My come was dribbling from her. "Eileen," I whispered to her. "I want you to swallow." She looked at me blankly. I repeated. "You need to swallow. You need to be complete." Eileen: I knew he was telling me to swallow, but my mind wasn't registering it. I was replete, satiated, filled to bursting with pleasure. I tasted his seed in my mouth. I rolled my tongue in it, savoring it. Then I swallowed as he wanted me to. He leaned down and kissed me then, open mouthed with our tongues twisting around each other as we exchanged the juices of our lovemaking. We lay together for a long time, holding each other. The scent of our lovemaking was strong in the room. I savored it, tasting it on the tip of my tongue. I asked him, after our passion had abated to pleasant satisfaction, if he was hungry. He said he was, a little. I got up, grabbed a robe from the closet. I didn't bother belting it. In the kitchen I made us each a sandwich. I put some coffee on. I kept touching my pussy as I worked. I felt sore, but so wonderful I couldn't believe it. I went back to the bedroom. I knelt on the bed next to him kissing him. "Supper's ready." I said. He swung his feet off the bed. He stood naked before me. I stared at him mesmerized as He stooped to pick up his shorts and pants. We walked to the kitchen together with our arms around each other's waist. Robert: We sat at the table to eat our sandwiches. Eileen seemed pleased when I refused a glass of wine. I asked for water instead. She cleared the table when we finished eating. She served us coffee, sat with me. She seemed a bit hesitant, as if she wanted to say something and didn't know how. Finally she started. "Robert I have never in my life felt so good. I haven't had much sexual experience, none of it came close to the pleasure you gave me." "But you gave me just as much pleasure," I replied. "It goes both ways." "Can you stay the night?" She blurted out. "I can," I answered, "but I don't have a razor or toothbrush." I added, "Are you concerned about your neighbors?" "I have extra razors. You can use my tooth brush. And the neighbors can just mind their own business." Was her answer. "We need to talk about something." I told Eileen. "I would like to see you again, if you want to see me." Eileen: When he said, "I would like to see you again." My heart leapt. Of course I wanted to see him. But then he went on. "You will not be the only woman in my life. There will always be others." He looked at me calmly waiting for my reaction. "One more, or maybe two." I was in a turmoil. I wanted to see him again. 'I didn't want to share him. If I didn't share I would never see him. No one had ever made me feel like he did. Why didn't he tell me before he fucked me? I'm glad he didn't. Would I have cared? Oh my God, I wanted him so bad.' "Robert," I began. "I don't know what to say. It would appear I have a decision to make." But it won't be hard I thought to myself. "You have given me one of the best days of my life. I have no reason to expect even one more day like this one. I will take what you are offering me. I'll be happy you want to make love to an old lady like me." Robert smiled, he held out his hand to me as he stood, I stood with him. We held each other for a few moments as we kissed softly. We sat back down at the table. I poured us another cup of coffee. "Robert," I said. "I think I should know what it is I have just agreed to." Robert looked calmly at me again. How could he be so calm when my mind is in a turmoil, my pussy is on fire. "Eileen there is another woman I have been seeing for a couple of years. There is another I don't see as often, but we do have an ongoing affair. Both of them know they are not the only women in my life. They have known since our first times together. Both of them accept the situation." Robert paused then. When he spoke again it was softly. "I will never deliberately do anything to hurt either of them." Robert Ch. 01 Robert continued after a long pause. "If you want to continue seeing me you must never try to interfere in my relations with either one. They will not try to interfere in my relations with you." "Can I meet them?" I asked. "Maybe someday." He replied. "But probably not. When I'm with you they will not be in my mind." He did not say that when he was with either of them I did not exist, but I knew it was true. "Robert," I said softly. "I accept your conditions." In my mind I was thinking that no one had ever made love to me; in my ill formed, overage body, like Robert had. I would gladly take any share of him he would give me. Robert: We sat at the table for a while. Eileen with her robe open, the bare mounds of her boobs exposed. Her stomach was actually quite firm but her hips were wide. She had a little bit of a bubble butt, but not enough to be disfiguring. She did not seem shy about exposing her body to me. I thought about our conversation. I was quite happy she had agreed. I enjoyed her intelligence and knowledge. I looked forward to many interesting conversations. After a while we moved to her couch. She snuggled up to me. I caressed her tits, tweaking the nipples. She put her hand over mine. Together we kneaded them, pinched the nipples. "Are you still sore?" I asked her. She admitted she was. "It will get better." I told her. "I am too big for you now, but you will adjust to me quickly." I ran my hand lightly along her thighs. I covered her pussy with my hand. I could feel the moisture forming on the lips. I pushed my finger into her to rub her clit. "What did you do for sex before?" I asked. She was starting to breathe hard as I rubbed her clit. "I masturbated to my fantasies." She said. "You were in one." "Wow, I'm flattered." I told her. I rose from the couch to stand in front of her, leading her hands to my belt buckle. She pushed my pants down over my hard cock, let them fall to the floor. I sat back down. I told her to straddle my lap. "You can enjoy my hard dick without the pain." I told her. "Rub your clit on my shaft we'll see if you come." She positioned my dick so it lay in the slit between her swollen lips. She moved her hips to rub him against her hard nubbin. I kissed her as I sucked her tit. Moaning she brought herself to a climax, her juices flowing from her hot cunt. I held her tight as her body quivered with the climax. Then she stood. Taking my hand she led me back to the bedroom. Eileen: We lay on the bed together. I held him tight. "I want to see you come." Robert whispered to me. "I want to see you make yourself wet. I want to see how you played with yourself when I was your fantasy lover." I rolled over to the bedside table to get my vibrator. After having his big cock inside me it looked small. "Come lie close to me," I told him. "Hold me tight, kiss me." My cunt was already wet, my finger slid into it easily. I fucked myself with my finger much as I would have if I was alone. Then I pushed the vibrator into my pussy as far as it would go. Back out to my clit pushing the tip of my toy hard against my nubbin. Robert held me tight sucking on my tits. He knelt by my head. I greedily took his manhood in my mouth. I didn't need any urging. I rode high on the crest of my orgasm as I sucked his cock until he filled my mouth with his come. I delighted in the sweet salty taste of his seed. I swallowed it like the glutton I am. I pulled the vibrator from my pussy. I lay on the bed next to him completely sated, for now. We fell asleep cuddled together naked. Robert: When I opened my eyes I saw Eileen lying with her head propped up on her elbow looking at me, rubbing my chest. "Good morning," she told me. "I feel so wonderful." "Good morning yourself." I responded. "You look wonderful." She dropped her head showering me with kisses. "You gave me so much," she said. "so many new and delightful experiences." "Thank you Eileen." I told her. "I am very glad it was good for you. It will get even better, I promise you." We got up, showered together. Eileen cooked us breakfast dressed in a robe she didn't bother closing. It swirled about her bare body as she moved about the kitchen. She looked radiant, the proverbial 'well fucked look'. After we ate we sat at the table with coffee. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. "Eileen," I told her. "We can make love again before I have to go." Eileen: I led Robert to the bedroom again. We lay on the unmade bed together. My pussy was already wet. When he entered it with his finger, my juices flowed onto the sheets. I was ready for him before he even touched my clit. I fondled his hard cock, I kissed it to make it even harder. My lips would barely fit over its girth, but I knew I would stuff it all in my mouth and love it. "Robert," I told him. "Get on top, just like the first time. Just like in my dreams." My legs were splayed as I guided his manhood to my hot wet cunt. I still hurt but he was a better fit today, he slid smoothly into me. I held him tight. I raised my hips to feel him better. He whispered to me. "Fuck me, fuck me, Eileen." I started coming almost from the time he entered me. My entire being was focused on the orgasmic pleasures of my body. Focused on the man on top of me pumping me full with his hard manhood. I was wanting his cock, wanting his come, his heat, all of him inside me. My orgasms were almost continuous. I felt him thrust harder, deeper. I cried out at the pain, even as I exalted at the feel of his hot come flowing into me. He collapsed on top of me. I held him there as he softened, loving his weight on me. Robert had to leave about noon. After a hot long kiss I let him go. I didn't shower until the next morning. I wanted to feel his come in my pussy. To smell the traces of his scent on my body. Robert: When I got home there was an email from Eileen on my computer. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" was all it said. Eileen: At work Monday morning the other women looked at me knowingly. There were a couple of outright grins. I didn't care I couldn't stop smiling. Robert Ch. 02 Many thanks to tangentjoker for editing this story. All characters are over the age of 18. To better understand this story you should read Robert, Ch. 01 first. Eileen: My Name is Eileen. I long for my lover, Robert. I would be counting the days until I could see him again if only I knew when that would be. We had spent Saturday night together. I had found the joy in sex that I never knew existed. Robert had left me sore and well fucked. The soreness was leaving me now. The well fucked feeling made me want more. I wanted his big cock to fill the empty feeling in my pussy. It was Wednesday. When I got home from work, there was an message waiting on my computer. "Want company?" was all it said. I emailed back "Yes, Now!" The reply was almost instant. "I'm almost there." He wrote back. He was messaging me from his pad. I thought to myself that I should be angry that he seemed to be taking me for granted. He was almost here before I could say "yes". But the fact was I was too excited to care. Robert rang my doorbell minutes later. I opened the door to let him in. I threw myself into his arms as soon as it closed behind him. Robert: Eileen seemed overjoyed to see me. She smothered me with kisses and hugged me tight. I hugged her back. I stroked her hair as I kissed her softly on the mouth. "I just got home from work." She told me. "I haven't changed or showered." "Neither have I," was my reply. "I came right from work. "What would you like to do first?" I asked her as I nuzzled her neck. "Get undressed," she demanded. "I want to see your beautiful cock." We both stood back. Both of us started stripping down. Eileen was in her work clothes; a skirted suit with a modest blouse. When she had her blouse off, displaying her almost flat tits, I told her to stop. "Wait for me," I told her. I was naked soon after. "Sometimes, I like you wearing a few clothes," I explained. I could feel my dick hardening as I looked at her. It had already been half hard from the anticipation while driving here. "You look luscious." I told Eileen. Taking her hand, I led her to one of the living room chairs. As she sat, I slid to my knees in front of her. I slid my hands along her thighs to her panties. I pulled them off her, flipping up her skirt to expose her hairy snatch. I pulled her hips toward me; as I brought my face to her. I inhaled the aroma of her juices mixed with the sweat of her crotch. It was an exotic and intoxicating scent. I licked at her labia to taste it. Eileen spread her legs wider. She hooked them over my shoulders. I pulled my head back to gaze at her pussy; the lips already swollen in anticipation with dewy drops of her juices forming on them. "You have such a beautiful pussy," I told her. "So wet; so warm." Eileen: He's going down on me, I thought. I instinctively opened my legs as much as possible; giving him the access he needed. I felt his tongue licking at my labia. It was my last rational thought. He licked me and sucked me and fucked me with his tongue and nibbled my clit and made me wild. I grabbed his head so that he couldn't get away. I clasped him with my legs, my heels pressing into his back, to entrap him. My hips bucked as waves of orgasmic pleasure tore through my body. He pulled back then, deserting me at the height of a momentous orgasm. I wanted more. He couldn't leave me like this. Robert lay on his back on the floor. He held his arms up to me. I fell on him, devouring him with my kisses; kissing his lips, his muscular chest, his throbbing hard cock. I straddled his loins. I impaled myself; filling my empty cunt with the hard shaft of his manhood. The soreness from the last time was almost gone. He slid smoothly into my slick pussy. It was perfect; he fit me perfectly. I arched my back, wanting all of him. Feeling his hard cock filling my willing body, I never stopped cumming. I gloried in my orgasms. I came and came again. I leaned forward to give him my tit; for him to lick my nipples. I felt his hardness rubbing my clit. I licked my juices from his lips, from his face; I thrust my tongue between his lips to dance with his. I kissed him; wet, hot kisses. He returned them. We devoured each other in our passion. He thrust hard into me, thrust yet again. He rammed his hardness into my body. I felt the heat of his cum as he poured his sweet seed into me; his juices mixing with mine. He relaxed, then, but I rode him as long as I could until he had softened too much. He sucked my tits as I came down off my high. I lay on top of him until He signaled me to get off, then we lay facing each other in a tight embrace. Robert: Maybe I should introduce myself again. I'm Robert; not Bob, Rob, or Robby. I'm twenty-eight years old. I stand 6' 1" and weigh 190. I am well built; not bad in the looks department. I've been told that I'm very attractive to women. I have two quirks in my personality. One, I am attracted to older women. Two, I am attracted to unattractive women. My affair with Eileen had only started a few days ago. I also had ongoing affairs with two other women. One of them was on a regular basis, the other was less often. I had told Eileen about them. Eileen was new and exciting. She met my criteria for age and unattractiveness. The other regular woman in my life was Linda. She was well known to me, comfortable. But tonight I was with Eileen, only she counted. Eileen: As I lay in Robert's embrace, I thought back to yesterday when I had examined myself in the mirror; something I rarely did before Robert came into my life. I saw a fifty-year-old woman who looked fifty. With hips that were too broad and a fat ass. Not as bad as some I've seen but fat nonetheless. My breasts were almost not there at all. Only a couple of rounded mounds. My face was plain. Even expert makeup couldn't do much with it. My hair was nondescript and straight. All in all, I did not see myself as an attractive woman. I try to be a realist. I had never had a really satisfactory sexual experience, except with myself, until Robert had entered my life a few days ago. Robert, the handsome young stud; hung like a horse. Who stretched my pussy to its limits, filled me with his steely manhood; with his hot cum. Why would he pay attention to me, a fifty-year-old unattractive spinster? Should I ask him? Should I just accept what he is willing to give me? I feel him next to me; everything is right. I dozed with my head on Robert's chest. I open my eyes. I see him with his arm around me dozing also. I slip out of his hold to go to the kitchen to fix us some supper. I am still wearing my skirt, but nothing else. I feel deliciously wanton and slutty. My hand is constantly drifting to my crotch feeling my pussy. I make us a couple of sandwiches, then go to wake him. Robert: Eileen wakes me by lying on top of me and showering me with kisses. I grab her by the hair to give her a long kiss. Her soft lips opened for me. It soon became a passionate open mouth kiss with our tongues dancing around each other. "I made us some supper," Eileen told me when we broke for air. "Maybe I'd rather eat you," I joked. "You send shivers up my spine when you talk like that," was her reply. "You satisfy me so well. No matter what you do." I was feeling a little hungry so we rose and went to the kitchen. When we had finished eating, Eileen poured us coffee. As we sat sipping it, Eileen looked at me seriously. She told me softly, "Robert, I'll do anything for you. Anything you want of me." I put my hand on hers as I replied, "You are already doing so much for me Eileen." I stood and held out my hand to her. We walked to the bedroom. Eileen: We lay on the bed. I fondled his cock; wanting it hard again. I wanted it in me; in my cunt or in my mouth. I didn't care. "What would you like to do for me, Eileen?" He asked me; his lips close to my ear. Anything, I thought. I will do anything to see you pleased, to bring you pleasure. Aloud I told him, almost sobbing, "I don't know. I don't know enough." "What would you like me to do for you, Eileen?" I was confused. I wanted to do for him. He didn't need to do anything for me. Aloud I said, "I don't know enough, Robert. Not about any of it." "Would you like to see if we can find some answers?" Robert said. He was speaking, as before, softly close to my ear. "Yes," I answered. "Then let's see what we can find on the internet," He said. "We can probably get some books, but the web is here now." I showed him to my computer. Then got another chair so we could both sit at it. I was still wearing my skirt, but nothing else. Robert was nude. His magnificent cock, half way to an erection, lying between his thighs. I could hardly keep my hands off it. I could hardly keep my mouth off it. Robert: I knew what I was looking for, but I didn't know what would excite Eileen. I brought up some sites describing various sexual activities. They were a little bit clinical, but gave good descriptions; "how to" directions, too. "You can read these if you find something that piques your interest," I told her. We bookmarked them for her. I showed her Literotica. "You may like written stories better than videos. You can read any kind of story here. Try several different subjects." We moved on to videos. Searching through a variety of free sites. I told Eileen there was no sense in subscribing to a site unless they had a lot of something she enjoyed. "You might be able to find some sites designed for women, too," I told her. "Let's see if we can find one. I really don't know if they are better for you or not." Eileen: Robert brought up several porn sites. A couple of them were supposed to be for women. I couldn't see any difference but we bookmarked them, anyway. We watched two women making love. I found it to be mildly erotic. I thought it looked like more fun than I had thought before. A lone woman masturbating herself with a vibrator seemed to catch Robert's attention. I made a mental note about his interest. The one that really made me hot was a middle aged woman sucking a young man's cock. It got me so hot I was fondling Robert without realizing I was doing it. I stared mesmerized at the screen, rubbing my pussy with my free hand, as the young stud filled the woman's mouth with come. "Robert, it made me so hot," I exclaimed, "I want to suck your big cock." I took his hand, led him back to the bedroom. I wanted Robert to sit in a chair, but he told me to lie on the bed. "Make yourself wet for me." He told me as he guided my hand to my cunt. Robert: I love to watch women masturbate, especially one thinking of me when she does. "Make yourself wet for me," I whispered to Eileen. "Think of us together to make yourself wet." I watched her finger dance over her clit. The lips of her pussy already swollen and opening. "Open it for me," I whispered to her. "Show me your hot secret." She spread the blood engorged lips showing the inside of her cunt with the tunnel leading to her womb. She showed me the redness. The source of her juices. She rubbed herself. She pushed her finger into her hole, into her hot tunnel; she pushed another finger in with it. She moaned with desire. Her mouth was slack and wet. I reached for her vibrator on the table by her bed. I pressed it into her hand. She came quickly as she pushed it into herself, crying out in ecstasy. Eileen: I was cumming. I wanted him to see me. What a glorious orgasm. I was cumming for him as he watched. He stood, taking my hand, leading me to the chair. "Keep the vibrator in you," he whispered. "Go down on me now. Suck my big cock," he whispered again. I fell to my knees, my mouth opening, stretching as I slid my wet mouth over him; over his pulsating cock. The cock that was almost too big for my mouth. He sat then. I moved close to him between his legs; my head over his manhood. His legs pressed on my side. They wrapped around my back holding me. I thrilled as he grasped my hair. My hand was at my cunt; pushing the vibrator into me. Pushing it deep into my pussy as I sucked his cock as deeply as I could. I was cumming. The vibrator, the thrill of sucking him, his big cock in me; I didn't care where. I'd suck it. I'd fuck it; if he would just let me have it. I was cumming time after time. I couldn't stop cumming. I felt him thrust into me; his hand twisted my hair. I thrilled again; I knew he was close. I wanted his cum in my mouth as I came, myself. I felt the heat; the warmth of his cum as it gushed into me. I tasted it. I savored it. I rolled it on my tongue. Robert relaxed back into the chair, but I kept him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, smell him; the scent of his sweat, the salty sharpness of his cum. I held it in my mouth so I could keep the fragrance in my senses. My vibrator was forgotten. It had served its purpose. I pulled it out of me; tossing it away, still humming. He was soft, then. He stroked my hair as I rested my head on his thigh. "That was so good," he said. A beautiful sensation passed over me. Robert: "That was so good," I told Eileen. I thought she had enjoyed it as much as I had. She had experienced multiple orgasms as she sucked me. She was between my legs, her legs tucked under her, resting her head on my thigh as she softly stroked my now flaccid dick. She had held my cum in her mouth. I watched as she savored it, rolling it around in her mouth and tasting it, before she finally swallowed. We stayed there for a while. I felt very tender towards her. Eventually, she looked up at me. She said she would go make some coffee for us. She stood nude except for her disheveled skirt. I thought she looked erotic. I told her so. "Eileen you look beautiful and sexy." She straddled my legs, kissing me hard. No tongue; just a loving kiss. "Thank you," she said, then went to the kitchen. Eileen: "Beautiful and sexy." He had no idea how much those words meant to me. A handsome young stud had called me beautiful and sexy. I went to the kitchen to make coffee. I kept touching myself. My tits, my pussy. I couldn't believe how good I felt. Robert came into the kitchen when the coffee was just finishing, He was still beautifully naked. I served him coffee. We sat silently. I was afraid to ask, but I finally blurted out, "Can you stay the night?" "I hadn't intended to," he replied, "but if you want me to, I will. I have to leave very early in the morning, though." He paused then laughed. "I think you have finished me off for the night sexwise." We showered together. The water cascaded over our naked bodies as we playfully washed each other. We dried each other afterwards. He gave special attention to my twat and my ass, kissing both when he was done. I dried his balls and cock in return, then turned him around so I could kiss him on the ass. I astounded myself. I hadn't even thought about it. Robert: When I kissed her on the ass she acted surprised, but a little thrilled. She shyly kissed mine a few minutes later. We went back to the couch and sat cuddled together. "Have you ever tried anal?" I asked her. She replied she hadn't, looking apprehensive. "I wouldn't fuck you like that," I told her. "At least, not yet. I'm too big. You couldn't take me." I looked at her, watching her reaction. "There are ways that may be pleasurable to one or both of us. It would take some experimentation, but it might be worth it." "Do you like it?" she asked me. "Sometimes," I told her. "Let's go back to the computer. I can show you a few things." Eileen: At the computer, he showed me toys for both men and women. He picked out a few I might like then some he thought might be nice for himself. A good lube is necessary too, he told me, but I could get it at any drugstore. He looked at me steadily. "Your vibrator is a plain vanilla type, Eileen. It's small enough it shouldn't hurt you. We can find out tonight if you like it or not." My heart was fluttering. I wanted to do it. I wanted to do anything he wanted. I would take his big hard cock in my ass if that was what he wanted. I had some Vaseline, I told him I'd get it. He told me to bring a couple of towels, too, and to meet him in the bedroom. "I'm really nervous," I told him. He was very gentle with me, but very confident. He gave me the feeling I could trust him totally but I'd always felt like that. Robert: I positioned Eileen on her front with her knees drawn up, spreading her cheeks, opening the way to her brown rosebud. I ran her vibrator up the crack of her ass. I circled around her asshole. I put just the tip of it into her. She seemed to feel ok with it. I wanted to warm her up; to loosen her up. I played around the ass. I could see she felt more at ease, maybe even liking the sensation. I rubbed some jelly around the inside of her rosebud. I told her to roll over onto her back. I positioned a firm pillow under her butt. I spread her legs wide. With her knees elevated, I guided her hand to her pussy. I told her, "Play with yourself. Play like you were doing it for me." I used plenty of jelly on the vibrator, set it on medium speed and slid it into her ass. Eileen: I felt the vibrator enter me, sliding on its coating of lube. It felt snug. I had a feeling of fullness as its tip made its way into my ass. Robert put his hand on mine; the one I had on my pussy. "Don't stop," he told me. "Make yourself cum." He moved to kneel beside my head. I could feel his knees next to me. I knew his cock was there. I knew I had only to turn my head to see it in front of me. I knew I had only to open my mouth to take it. Robert hadn't pushed the vibrator very far into me. He was working it back and forth. It felt comfortable; pleasant. I worked my finger over my clit. I shoved my finger into myself. I pushed another in with it. I could feel the tingling starting. Even as I felt the waves of bliss start through my body, Robert turned the vibrator to high and pushed it further into me. Whatever the spot he found, I exploded with pleasure. The sensation was incredible. My whole body convulsed with a sudden orgasm, coming out of the blue, flashing through my body. My fingers fell from my pussy; forgotten with the joy I received. I raised my hips to him. I turned my head to engulf his cock with my lips. He put my hand on the vibrator, but kept his own hand with mine. I pumped the vibrator into my ass, loving it, as I sucked his hard cock. Robert: I was thrilled when the orgasm hit her. I was thrilled again as she took my hardening cock in her mouth. I put her hand on the vibrator to guide it. She was pumping it into her ass over the spot I had found coming back to it over and over. Orgasm after orgasm. The thrill of watching her, of feeling the thrills course through her body, brought me, quickly, to a point I had to try to hold myself back. I twisted my hand in her hair. I held her head to my cock. I wasn't done for the night at after all. Eileen: I loved it. I loved what he had shown me. I loved his cock in my mouth. I loved having to stretch my lips for him. I loved the feeling in my cunt and in my ass. His hand was twisting my hair. I was excited with the anticipation the pain brought. I knew he was close. I knew he would be releasing his hot cum into my eager mouth. I knew the excitement in my ass and in my cunt was glorious. I wanted it all. I wanted it to never end. I wanted him to hold my face a prisoner on his manhood. I felt the heat of his cum. For the second time tonight, thrills ran through me, reinforcing the orgasms crashing through my body. My ass felt wonderful. My cunt felt wonderful. His hot come in my mouth felt wonderful. Robert Ch. 02 I had to stop. I was ready to faint. I was overjoyed. I couldn't take any more. I wanted more. "Please stop," I gasp, but I didn't want it to stop. Robert turned the vibrator off. My body slowly relaxed; but not the memories. They were coursing through me. He laid a towel next to me and pulled the vibrator out of my ass. He wrapped it in a tissue. He told me to scoot over onto the towel. He threw the pillow off the bed. I laid there, my legs spread lewdly, too spent to close them. I could taste Robert's cum in my mouth. He laid next to me and kissed me. I shared the taste with him. I was in love. I couldn't tell him, but I knew. We slept close together until Robert had to get up for work. I called in sick. I laid around the house all day enjoying the memories my body retained. I emailed Robert. "Thank you. Thank you so very much." I did get up enough energy to check the internet. I bought about $200 worth of vibrators. Including one for a g-spot. I'm not sure what a g-spot is. I will look it up or, even better, maybe Robert can show me. I cleaned my old toy up. I will always treasure it. Robert: I got home in time for a quick shower then off to work. Before I left, I emailed Linda. "Tonight? Your place?" Her answer was there when I got home. "Yes and yes." I got Eileen's email, too. I smiled thinking to myself I had found a real treasure. Robert Ch. 03-04 Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story. All the characters are age 18, or more. This story can probably stand alone, but I do recommend chapters 01 & 02 about Eileen. Chapter 03 About Linda, by Robert Let me introduce myself again. My name is Robert. Not Bob, or Rob, or Robbie. My age is twenty-eight. I stand 6' 1"and weigh 190. I am very well built. I'm told I am attractive to women. I must admit I am seldom lacking female companionship, if I want it. There may be reasons why. It may be because I am exceptionally well hung, or it may be because I like to go down on women. My own opinion is that it is a result of a couple of quirks in my personality. First, I am attracted to older women. Second, I am attracted to unattractive women. I have already told you about Eileen, my new, exciting lover. Now let me tell you about Linda. We have been lovers for several years. We are comfortable with each other. I was going to see her tonight. I felt small thrills run up my spine in anticipation. Linda is in her mid-fifties. She can best be described as dumpy. She is overweight, but not terribly obese. She has almost no muscle tone. Her face is far from pretty. It is slack and puffy. Her lower lip protrudes a bit. Her complexion was pasty, but it has improved quite a bit. She says it is because of her hormones getting stirred up. Her hair is nondescript and straight. It is kind of hacked off about chin level. I first noticed Linda in a fast food burger place. She seemed to go out of her way to wait on me. I went there a couple of times, when things were slow. I got the same impression. Once, I ate at one of the tables. I saw her looking at me. I went to the counter. There weren't many customers at the time. She made it a point to be the one to wait on me. I asked for a dessert. When she brought it, I paid. I made sure no one was in earshot. "You can, you know," I told her. "Can what?" She asked. "Have what you're thinking about," I told her. "I'll leave my phone number on the table. My name is Robert." I finished my dessert and left. I heard from her two days later in the evening. "Robert?" a woman's voice, questioning, unsure. I acknowledged that I was Robert. "I'm Linda." Hesitation. "You left me your phone number?" Questioning. "Yes I did," I told her. "I'm glad you called." "Why?" She asked. "Linda," I said, "I got the feeling you were interested in me. If I'm wrong you'll never see me or hear from me again. If you are interested, we can get together." "When? Where?" "Linda," I said, "we can do things your way. I'm sure you'll feel more confident, possibly safer." "We can meet for a snack, if you'd like," she responded. She had lost the questioning tone, but didn't sound too sure of herself. "How about pie and coffee?" She named a place not far from my home. I agreed and told her that was fine. We agreed to meet in an hour. When we met, it was obvious that Linda had taken some extra care when preparing to meet me. She was freshly showered, with a nice print dress. We found a table with no other customers close. "I still don't know why you left your number for me," she said when the waitress had left. "As I told you Linda," I responded. "I thought you were interested in me. I'll be frank with you. I am attracted to older women. When I saw your interest, it made me interested." "But I'm not just older," she said. "I'm not very pretty, either." "That doesn't matter," I responded, "at all." "What do you want?" she asked. "I would like very much to seduce you," I told her. "I would like it even more if you seduced me." "Oh," was her only response. We sat for a while eating our pie and sipping coffee. "I think I have forgotten how to do that," she said pensively. "Seduce I mean. If I ever knew." "Would you like to?" I asked. "Yes, I think I would." Her voice was hesitant. She hadn't gotten over her nervousness. "Then you should follow your instincts. They'll seldom lead you wrong." I was getting excited, but made sure it didn't show. "I don't know what to do next," she said. "You can invite me to your place," I suggested, "or I can invite you to mine." "I'd feel safer at mine." She was sounding pensive again. "But it is hardly a love nest." "I'm interested in you," I told her, "not the surroundings." "Follow me, then. We'll go there." We stood. I paid the bill and then followed her outside. She pointed out an older car. She gave me directions on where to meet if we got separated. I followed her without any problems. She pulled into the driveway of a small house in a lower middle class neighborhood. She led me into a neatly kept living room, although the furnishings were somewhat shabby. She indicated the couch then asked me if I would like anything to drink. When I declined, she sat on the couch with me. She left a space between us. "I'm still nervous," she told me. "I haven't done anything like this for years." "You can start by sitting closer to me." She slid over a little. I put an arm around her, reaching for her hand. I drew her close to me. I kissed her softly on the lips. I kissed her again. She responded with a soft, "Oh." I drew her closer to me. I put both arms around her. I hugged her tightly as I nuzzled her neck. I kissed her again, gradually increasing the pressure. I pushed my tongue past her lips to twist around hers. The ice broke then. Nervous or not, she hugged me tightly. She returned my kisses passionately. I was soon caressing her tits. I stroked her thigh. "Take me to bed now," I told her. She led me to her bedroom. Like the living room, it was neat but shabby. The bed was a queen. The only light was from a night light near the door. She pulled her dress over her head and draped it over a chair. She kicked off her shoes, slid her bra off, pushed her panties down, and kicked them off her feet. She stood a little defiantly, as if to say, "You wanted it; this is what you get." I looked at her. I was undressed except for my shorts. Her tits sagged almost to her belly, but the nipples were standing up in arousal. Her belly had a couple of rolls. She looked soft and flabby. I put my arms around her. We exchanged a wet, hot, kiss. She relaxed a little. I had seen her naked and I hadn't run away. I pushed my shorts down and kicked them off. My cock sprang free. She gasped; a reaction I am used to. I took her hand. I led her to the bed. Her hand grasped my cock. "Oh," I heard her whisper to herself. "It's so big." She said to me. "I don't know if I can take it." "We'll make sure you're ready for it before you do." We exchanged hot kisses. I sucked her flabby tits and felt her nipples harden. My hand on her snatch felt the dewy moisture on her lips. I nuzzled her neck. Her arm tightened around me in response. Her hand stroked my cock hesitantly, is if awed by its size. I slid a finger past her lips into her pussy and then to her clit. As I rubbed it, she gasped. Her kisses became wetter; hotter. I pushed a finger into her; into the center of her heat. Her hand flew to mine. It was over mine. She held me there. She held it in her cunt. Her hips raised from the bed as I added a second finger. I filled her. Her want was building. I kissed my way down her body. I nuzzled the soft rolls of flesh on her belly. I went down to her plump thighs, which opened for me. She spread wide. I licked the edges of the dark, untrimmed, tangle of her pubic hair. I laid between her thick thighs. I licked them. I kissed them. In the dim light, I gazed at the moist lips of her womanhood. They were swollen; engorged with the blood of desire. The wild hair formed a cap over the center of my desire. It folded down at the sides to frame the lips. They peeked through the tangle, and opened to the red warmth of her cunt. She tried to spread her legs wider as my lips, which kissed her thighs, neared her ready pussy. It invited my lips. It wanted my tongue. I brought my face to her slit and inhaled her musky scent. I found ambrosia! My world changed at that moment. Her scent was intoxicating. Never had the fragrance of a pussy so delighted my senses. My every cell thrilled with the discovery. I buried my face into her. Her taste was as lovely as her scent. Between her flabby thighs, I slaked my thirst for her nectar. I licked the juices from her hot cunt. I sucked the essences of her heat. I wallowed in the wetness of her twat. I rubbed my face in the liquor of her womanhood. How does one describe heaven? I do not have the words. Suffice to say that Linda's cunt became, to me, as a bottle to a drunk. At that moment, she had become the object of my desire. Linda's fleshy thighs closed on my head as an orgasm flashed through her body. She gasped, grabbed my hair, and pulled my willing face into her pussy. I could not stop. I needed her. I needed to lick her and to suck her. Time after time, I brought her to a climax. She was moaning and thrashing about. Her thighs on my head, her hand in my hair, and her heels on my back, she held me; keeping me a willing prisoner at the well of her heat. "Please stop," I heard. I came to my senses a little. I licked her thighs and then moved to lay next to her. I kissed her lips. She licked her juices from my face. She was sated; replete. "Never... I never felt anything like that," she spoke softly, regaining her strength. I couldn't tell her. I couldn't let her know the hold she had on me. I had to see her again. I had to drink at her well again. I needed to suck her nectar. "I'm glad," is what I said to her. "I'm happy I pleased you." "I feel empty now," she said. "So satisfied, but an empty spot needs filling in my twat." I put her hand on my cock. "This is what she wants," I told Linda. "This will fill you. Its size may hurt you at first, but you will adjust quite soon." "Will there be a 'soon'?" Linda asked in a questioning tone. "If you want me again." I told her. "Yes. You have made me feel so good. I want that big cock filling me." Linda hesitated. "I will wonder why you would want to see me again, but the thought that you will is enough." Linda rained kisses on me as she talked, working her way down my body. My cock had softened a little, but was hardening again in anticipation. She kissed the tip of my dick, teasing him with her tongue. She ran it around the tip. She kissed and licked him. I played with her pussy. I fucked her with my finger. I kept her moist and ready. I was wary of eating her again. One taste of that wonderful nectar might cause me to lose myself in her hot, deep, womanhood. She stretched her lips to fit over my hard shaft. She was only able to get a little of its length in her mouth. I let her suck a while as I continued to finger fuck her. I then gently pulled her head off me. "Are you ready?" I asked. I didn't need an answer. I rolled her onto her back. Her legs opened for me. Her knees bent, as if by instinct. I knelt between them. The tip of my hard cock pressed against her blood engorged lips. I pushed into her gently. I did not wish to hurt her. I wanted to return to her fragrant cunt again and again. I pressed my tip against her clit and rubbed it. She moaned, lifting her hips slightly. I pushed into her hot cunt as smoothly as I could. A little at a time, I pushed my big, hard, shaft into her. I heard a sharp inhale, but she did not cry out. I was only about halfway in when I leaned down to kiss her tenderly. She threw her arms around my neck, almost sobbing. "Oh, Robert, cum in me. I want your cum. Make it worth it." I pushed the rest of the way in. I fucked her with small strokes until she seemed to loosen. I pumped her harder then. I felt the tingling start through my body. My balls drew up sending my cum on its journey. Thrills ran through me as I shot my cum into her aching, sore, but welcoming cunt. She held me tightly as I softened. She hadn't cum. To be sure she had earlier, but I would have liked it better if she had. I rolled off her. I laid next to her and tightly held her. I whispered in her ear that she was wonderful. I told her that the pain would go away, but I would return again and again. I slept with her that night. I held her. I petted her and exchanged kisses. In the morning, she threw a robe over her naked body. She didn't belt it, but let it swing open over her flabby tits and hairy twat. We sat at her kitchen table with coffee. I told her she could call me whenever she wished. Then I told her, "There is something you must realize, Linda. You will not be the only woman in my life." She looked at me levelly. "You didn't have to tell me that, Robert. I never thought that a fat old lady like me ever would be the only woman in your life. In fact, I never thought about it at all." She paused then spoke thoughtfully. "Thank you for being honest. It will help me keep my fantasies under control." It was over a year before I ever told Linda that her pussy smelled gorgeous. I have never told her how hooked I was on the erotic fragrance. I never said how I was addicted to the exotic flavor of her juices. I never mentioned my need for her; my need to eat her cunt, to drink at her well. That was how it started. Now I was going to see Linda tonight. She of the delightful cunt. She met me at the door wearing a terry cloth robe. As soon as I had entered she let it fall open, showing me her flabby tits and her hairy twat. My dick started to harden. Actually, it had started to get hard on the way there. Linda was an unattractive woman. She was the kind I lusted after. Linda came close to embrace me, for me to embrace her. She drew me close, to mold her soft body to mine. Her hands were at my belt. She unbuckled it, opened my pants, and pushed them to the floor. I kicked my shoes off, followed by my pants. Her fat, deft, fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt. She slid it off me and pulled my t-shirt over my head. We embraced again in a hard, tight, hug. Her flabby tits rubbed against my bare chest. I pinched her nipple, feeling its hardness. She was hot. She usually was when I arrived. I picked up a tit to suck on it as she fondled my hardening cock through my shorts. Linda stepped back to take my hand. She led me to a chair. It was a quite large chair, with upholstered back and seat. The armrests were padded. I had always thought of it as a chair made for sex. She sat. She spread her legs lewdly. Her open robe framed her and served as a backdrop to her flabby body. Her plump thighs led to her hairy snatch at their apex. No words had been spoken since I entered. None had to be. She felt my heat. She responded to it. Her dewy lips peeked through the tangle of hair to show her readiness. She knew what I wanted. She was anxious for it. She was eager for the feel of my tongue; of my lips. She held out her arms to me. She raised her legs over the armrest of the chair. She welcomed me to her warm, wet, pussy. On my knees, between her thighs, I plunged my face into her. I immersed myself into the fragrance of her cunt. I launched into the bouquet that drew me to her time and again. I inhaled her scent as my tongue licked at the lovely taste of her juice. I tasted of the delectable essences of her womanhood. I ate her cunt as she came and came again. Her hands in my hair held me to her. Her pudgy thighs squeezed their soft flesh to my head. Her legs over my back clamped me tightly. Her heels drummed against my spine. She spoke at last, "Don't stop, don't stop." Over and over; her voice slurred with her ecstasy. I sucked her. I ate her. I dined until she could take no more. She pushed at my head. I reluctantly withdrew from my feast. I licked at her labia. As I did, I looked up at her. I gazed at my aromatic Linda. She was sprawled in the chair, sated. I stood. I held out my hand to her. I urged her to her feet. She stood on unsteady legs. I led her, tottering, to the bedroom and her bed. We laid together as she regained her strength. I held her tightly, luxuriating in the soft padding of her flesh. I savored the aftertaste of her nectar. I kissed her to share the tastes of it. She licked it from my face and tasted herself. My hard cock was between her legs. She brought her slit to it and rested against it. As she recouped, she rubbed it against herself; along her slit. She pushed her clit onto it, along it. She brought her tit to my mouth for me to suck. For me to nibble at. She held my head when I did; much like a baby suckling on her. Linda pushed me onto my back. She rained wet kisses on my face. She nuzzled my neck. She tongued my ear. She kissed her way down my body. She rubbed her face on my chest. She fondled my hard cock as she kissed its tip. She licked me. She kissed me. Her lips teased the head of my iron hard dick. Her lips were stretched as she took me into her welcoming mouth. Her tongue lashed at my hardness, circled around it, and tasted me. I was ready. My lust needed to be satisfied. My orgasm started from my toes. It rushed up my body like an electric thrill. My cock sang as my cum erupted into her mouth. It burst into her welcoming mouth that had so pleasured me. She sucked me dry. She savored the taste of my cum. She rolled it over her tongue and relished it. She delighted in the slick feel of it as she swallowed. We laid together again. This time it was me who needed to regain his vigor. She held me tightly. Linda kissed me and let me taste the traces of my cum on her lips and tongue. "I'll make coffee," she said after we had rested a while, "or would you rather have wine or beer?" "Whatever you're having." I told her. She stood. She had not shed her robe so it swung open over her flabby body. I stood after a few minutes to join her, naked, in the kitchen. I looked at her as she moved about to get us coffee and look for pastries to go with it. She had changed some. Her complexion was better now. She was overweight, as she had been since we met, but she seemed to have developed a little muscle tone. She was not as flabby as she had been. None of the changes were enough to make her attractive. If she had been attractive, I wouldn't be attracted. I thought, too, about our trysts. I usually came to her place. She would meet me with a robe over her naked body. Sometimes, she came to my place. Then things were reversed. I would meet her with a robe, tented by the hard on that developed while anticipating her arrival. I liked it best when she wore a dress with no undies. I would flip it up to dive into her lovely scented cunt. We tried not to get in a rut, so we varied our play. Sometimes Linda liked anal, but with a vibrator. My big cock would have hurt her badly. I liked a vibrator sometimes, also. Linda was pretty good with a finger in my ass. She would rub my prostate while she sucked me. Those climaxes were explosive. We did all that and more, but one thing always happened. I always went down on her and buried my face in the exotically scented pussy I was addicted to. Linda had given me a blowjob so that I would last longer when we fucked. She wanted to keep my big dick inside herself as long as possible. It filled her comfortably now. When we had first met, it had been big for her. The first couple of times I left her with a sore pussy. Things improved for her rapidly, though. We sipped our coffee while nibbling on pastries. We chatted about unimportant things. Except for me, Linda didn't have a very interesting life. She didn't make much money. She kept herself on a strict budget. She wouldn't take anything from me. She said that would ruin things for her. She even limited birthday and Christmas gifts to what she could afford to give me. I was able to convince her to let me pay most of the cost to remodel her bathroom. That was only because I told her I wanted to take showers with her. I insisted we needed a large walk-in shower for that. She also let me buy a used computer so we could exchange emails. Robert Ch. 03-04 Linda stood. She held her hand out to me. I took it. We walked to the bedroom. I lay on the bed as Linda knelt upright beside me. She spread her legs. Her hand fingered her snatch. She rubbed her clit. She pushed two fingers into her hole and finger fucked herself. As her juices flowed, coating her thighs, I watched her masturbate. The sight aroused me. I grabbed her arm. I pulled her down. I thrust myself between her legs, into her. I plunged into her hot, wet, womanhood. I dipped into the well of scented lust. I plunged my manhood deeply. Her pussy was snug, and enveloped my dick. She held me with her arms around my neck. Her legs looped over mine. Her flabby thighs pressed against the cheeks of my ass. She was hot and ready when I entered her. She was repeating over and over, "Fuck me." Her pudgy hips thrust back at me. We reached for the age old rhythm. We strove for the dance of love, as we slammed our bodies together. As Linda soared in orgasmic pleasure, her body shuddered. She covered me with wet, sloppy, kisses. Her breath came hard and gasped out her lust. I bit her tits as she brought them to my mouth. Still she came. It was intense and strong. My cock filled her, stuffed her, as her cunt had never felt before me. I pleasured her. She wanted me, wanted more. I shot my cum deep into her belly. The ecstasy of my orgasm overpowered me. The sensations ripped through me. Even as I came, I thrust harder into her. Even as I softened, I kept thrusting. Linda squeezed her pussy on my cock; milking him of his last drops. I laid on her, sinking into her soft rolls of fat as I recovered my breath. She held me tightly. Her legs held me. She was not yet ready to release me. We laid facing each other afterward. We slept together, and woke in the early morning. I got up to pee and laid back down. Linda started the coffee then came to the bed. She stroked my now flaccid cock with a slight smile. "He is so nice," she said. "To think that I was afraid of him once." We drank a couple of cups of coffee, then showered together. Sometimes our showers turned into love fests. They didn't that morning. We were both fully satisfied and I had to work. I dressed and left after a last hug and kiss from Linda. I knew I would be back. Robert Ch. 05 Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story. All the characters are age 18, or older . This story can probably stand alone, but I do recommend previous chapters, for background. My apologies to those readers who did not like the writing style I used in Robert Ch. 01 & 02. I tried to rewrite them, but I didn't like the result. I have written Robert 05 using the same style as 01 & 02. So if it bothers you, please don't read it. Robert: I'm Robert, not Bob, Rob, or Robby. I'm twenty-eight years old. I stand 6' 1" and weigh 190. I am well built and not bad in the looks department. I've been told I'm very attractive to women. I must admit I'm seldom lacking female companionship, if I want it. That may be due to the fact I am very well hung or that I like going down on women. But my own opinion is that it is due to a couple of quirks in my personality. First, I am attracted to older women. Second, I am attracted to unattractive women. I have already told you about my lovers, Eileen and Linda. Now, let me tell you about Carol. She is a tall, gaunt, woman. She is in her late fifties now. She is 5' 10", and weighs probably not more than 110, if that. She is totally titless. Well, not totally if you count nipples and areolas. They are quite pronounced, by the way. Her nipples are extremely sensitive. Her arms and legs are stringy muscle, not skin and bone like many very thin women. Carol does exercise regularly. I know that, normally, she would appeal to many men. She'd appeal to the ones who like skinny women, but her face is not pretty at all. I think horse faced would be a polite description. Her mouth is too wide. Her nose is too long. Her glasses are too thick. Her hair is a wild mass of totally unmanageable curls. For Carol, every day is a bad hair day. I first met Carol about four years ago. We were introduced at a TGIF party. I was immediately interested in her although several quite attractive young women were flirting with me. I, in turn was flirting with them. I found my attention constantly drawn to Carol. She was more than twice my age plus a few years. She was certainly not a sex goddess. She was not very feminine, but something about her aroused my interest. I even felt stirrings of arousal. At the time, I had just turned twenty-four. I was not long out of college and just starting a career. I had always felt a vague attraction to older women, but it was only recently that I had realized that the attraction was real. At the same time, my preference for unattractive women was creeping into my consciousness. Carol turned out to be a bit of a turning point in my life. I had already met a lady, named Rita that I saw regularly. She was well into her fifties, and certainly not a very pretty woman, but we had great sex together. At the time I met her, I had not yet fixed on my preferences. After Carol, I had no doubts. I knew without reservations that I lusted after middle aged, unattractive women. It was a lust that knew no bounds. I accepted it. No, I embraced it. I knew that no other type of women would ever satisfy me. I lost all interest in young, beautiful, women. I still appreciate them, but do not pursue them. I watched Carol. She would converse mostly with women. She tried to start conversations with men, but they never lasted long. I managed to get next to her at the food table. I greeted her. I reminded her that we had been introduced earlier. She remembered me very well. I jumped right in. "You seem like an interesting person," I told her. I was curious if we had any similar interests that we could use as a conversation starter. "Thank you," she replied. "What makes you think so?" "Your age, for one thing," I told her, "You have far more experience with life than I do." We did get a conversation going. Carol did seem anxious to talk. She turned out to be quite interesting and intelligent. She is a CPA and a partner in an accounting firm. She had three or four drinks during our conversation. I seldom drink more than two. We touched on the difference in ages between us. "What do you think of older women?" she asked after her fourth drink. "I think that they are the ones most worth knowing," I told her. She smiled, "You're a very good looking young man. You probably have your choice of any of the women here, tonight." "They wouldn't interest me," I told her. "It would only be a roll in the hay." It was getting late, a few people were starting to leave. "I'm ready to go, but I think I've had too much drink to drive," she said. Although I didn't think of her as drunk; I doubt she would have passed a Breathalyzer test if she was stopped. "Would you drive me home? I can come back for my car tomorrow." I told her I'd be happy to. "Why don't you wait outside for me?" she asked. "No sense letting everyone know our business." I was soon to learn that Carol was a very private person. Carol said her goodbyes and met me outside. She got her garage door opener out of her car. She double checked that her car was locked. She got in my car and gave me directions to her home. It was in an upscale neighborhood. When we got there, she opened the garage door and then asked, "Why don't you come in for a while?" I drove into the garage. We entered into the kitchen. "Would you like a drink?" Carol asked me. "No, thank you," I replied. "I need to drive home." "Why don't you stay here?" she asked. Carol: I was just high enough to be reckless, while still knowing what I was doing. Robert is a handsome young man and he intrigued me. I like sex. I never got enough. I am not attractive to men. Although there were one-nighters a few times, after a man had enough to drink. Those sessions were never very satisfying to me. A couple of times, the man was not even able to get it up. I have another problem. It's a physical problem. I have a big pussy. It's too big for most men. So, men were unlikely to want a repeat. I knew I could probably have it fixed, but I am a stubborn bitch. I wanted a man who would take me as I am even though I didn't think I would ever find one. Another reason I had was I didn't get laid enough to make the expense worthwhile. A third reason was I always had a vague hope that, someday, I would find a man who would fill me. I had watched him flirting with the younger women early in the evening. The women seemed to be enjoying it. I was surprised when he talked to me. I was more surprised when he said older women are "the ones most worth knowing." My pussy was getting wet from the thoughts racing through my mind. Did he really like older women? For sex? To fuck? I had to know. I asked him to drive me home. I invited him into my house. I offered Robert a drink, which he refused. Then I told him, "Why don't you stay here?" It was a bit reckless, but that was the mood I was in. I was reckless and horny. Robert was sober. I don't think he even finished two drinks the entire night. "I would like that," he said in answer to my invitation. I took his hand. I led him to my bedroom. Robert: I felt thrills running up my spine. They were the thrills of anticipation. She took me by the hand and she led me to her bed. I felt the excitement in my body. I could feel the excitement in hers. There was the promise of ecstasies to come. Standing next to her bed, we held each other and kissed deeply. Her lips were thin, like the rest of her, but surprisingly soft. Our tongues probed and danced. They twisted around each other in a sensuous ballet of lust. Our groins rubbed hard, each against the other's. My hands dropped to the cheeks of her ass and pulled her crotch tightly to mine. I rubbed my hard cock against her still clothed pussy. We stepped back to undress. We rushed almost frantically. My fingers fumbled. I was becoming more aroused by the second. She dropped her slacks to the floor and stepped out of them. She was wearing very brief, sexy, panties. She opened her blouse, slid it from her shoulders, and showed me her prominent nipples and her large, dark, areolas. We embraced again with more wet, hot, kisses. Carol: If I hadn't had a few drinks, I would have been nervous as I led him to my bedroom and to my bed. As it was, I felt a delicious feeling. I felt the recklessness, the wantonness, and even depravity. The lust wasn't just in my heart. It was in my whole body; my entire being. I wanted Robert's young body. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to shove his hard cock into my wet cunt. I reveled in my eagerness to see him; to see his body; his cock; his hard cock. When we kissed, I rubbed my crotch against his. He pulled me tighter with his hands on my ass. I could feel his hard-on through our clothing. It felt big. "Someone to fill me?" A shiver ran through me. We stepped back to undress. I quickly stripped down to only my panties. Thinking I was glad I had worn one of my few sexy pairs. Robert was down to his shorts. His cock tented them. I licked my lips. It looked big. I wanted big. I needed big. I needed to see it. I needed to feel it. We stepped closely to each other and kissed again. I felt his hardness against my belly. It was big; gloriously big. My pussy was wet with anticipation. My panties were soaked. Thrills ran through my body. There was a cock that would fill me. A cock would fill my gaping cunt. I went to my knees in front of him. My hands groped for the waist of his shorts. I yanked them down. Huge. His huge cock. My lips parted involuntarily. Without thought, I kissed it. I opened my mouth for it. I worshipped that gargantuan prick; that glorious member. I rubbed it on my face, all over my face, and I wanted to rub it all over my body. My cunt. My empty cunt. I waited my entire life for this moment. I waited for the man who would fill my emptiness; who would shove his enormous cock into me and stuff me. I waited for the man who would stretch my pussy to its limits. My mouth watered, wanting to taste it. My pussy flowed, wanting to fuck it. I didn't need foreplay. I needed to fuck. Robert: Carol seemed pleased when she knelt and pulled my shorts down. I am very well hung. I have often scared women off when they see how big I am. If we do fuck, I often leave them sore. Even blowjobs can be a problem. I can hardly fit in many women's mouths. Word gets around. Fortunately, I like eating pussy. Word gets around about that, too. Carol, kneeling in front of me, fondled my hard cock. She rubbed it on her face and kissed it. She slid it into her mouth and licked the tip. She stood and pushed her panties down her stringy legs. She stepped out of them and laid on the bed. She pulled me down with her. We kissed. It was wet and sloppy with lips mashing and tongues twirling. I kissed my way down her body. I kissed to her tits. I nibbled and sucked at the hard nipples. I kissed to her navel. I probed with my tongue. I kissed to her mound. I covered it with kisses. I rubbed my face on one of the few soft spots on her body. I went further down, to the wild mass of her pubic hair. My mouth watered in my eagerness to lick, suck, and dive into her muff. She opened her legs for me, lewdly and wantonly. My face was at her pussy. I took in her scents. I embraced the musky fragrance of arousal. My tongue tasted. I savored the salty sweetness of her juices and of her desire. She pulled at my hair. It was not to bring me to her snatch. She wanted me on her. She pulled me on top of her hard, stringy, body. Her hand was on my cock and softly stroked it. Carol: He was going down on me. I loved it when men ate me. I loved when men sucked and licked my cunt. I never got it enough. Too many men only wanted to screw. However, I didn't need head at that moment. I needed to fuck. I needed his cock. His big hard cock. That is what I needed. I grabbed his hair. I pulled him up next to me. I lay on my back. I had my legs wide. I was hot, horny, and empty. He knelt between my legs and rubbed his hard dick on my clit. I grabbed at him. I lead him to my hole. I brought him to my tunnel. I guided him. I lifted my hips to him. I opened to his hard cock; his enormous, hard, cock. It slid into me. It filled me. It elated me. For the first time in my life, I felt a man's cock stretching the walls of my pussy. I was euphoric. I held him tightly. My arms clasped him. My legs clutched his body. I just wanted him there. I wanted him on top of me, stuffing my body. I wanted him filling my cunt. It was glorious. It was heaven. Robert: I slid into her smoothly. She was snug on my cock, but pleasantly so. I was used to gasps of pain when I entered a woman the first time. Carol held me tightly. I couldn't move. It was like she wanted to just feel me inside her. I liked the feeling. Her pussy was snug, but comfortable. It felt like it was made for me. Carol loosened her grip and whispered, "Fuck me. Fuck me now." I could already feel the quivering in her body. It was the sign of an oncoming orgasm. I was excited. Her lust infected me. I drove my cock into her welcoming pussy. Hot. Wet. Willing. The gasps. The moans. The slurred syllables. The wet, sloppy, kisses. I fucked her. I bit her nipples. I mashed my mouth against hers. I gloried in her orgasms. I relished in the sounds and scents of our lovemaking. Carol: I loosened my hold on him. I freed him to thrust into me with his splendid hard cock; his magnificent manhood. I was exalted. My pussy sang. My whole body sang. I was on fire. My mind a mess. Lurid thoughts. Erotic scenes. Beautiful feelings. Elation. Exhilaration. It was the first truly satisfying sexual experience of my life. It took over half a century, but it had finally come to me. My orgasms were chasing each other through my body. Time after time, I rose to the height of orgasmic pleasure. I felt him tense. The heat of his cum gushed into my body, into my hot cunt. It was wonderful. It was glorious. He collapsed on top of me. He could stay there forever. He was hardly more than a boy. He had given me the greatest pleasure of any man ever. This beautiful boy-man. We laid next to each other. Our arms were clasping. We delighting in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I rained kisses on him. I held him. I willed him to be hard again. Robert: I laid close to Carol. I felt her stringy body pressing against mine. She kissed me over and over. I was able to return some. I finally grabbed her hair. I held her still for a long deep kiss. I felt good. She acted like she felt good. She rubbed her crotch against mine. She seemed satisfied, for the moment, but wanting more. "That was wonderful," she told me softly, almost whispering. "I'm glad," I replied. Our kisses were getting me aroused again. I started kissing my way down her body again. I retraced the path I had taken earlier. The musky aroma of her pussy was stronger now. It was overlaid with the scent of the cum I had left in her. I licked the dewy drops of arousal from her swollen labia. I pushed my tongue into her. I pushed past the gates of her lips and into the heat of her womanhood. I laid between her legs; savoring the scents, the tastes, and the wonderful flavor of her cunt. I licked her. I sucked her. I made her cum. Her legs were over my shoulders. Her heels drummed on my back. She cried out, "Don't stop!" I buried my face in her wet pussy. I sucked the perfumed juices and the sweet nectar. I ate my own cum, blended with her essences, as she soared. Filled with lust, she screamed. She let the world know of her fulfilment. She came, then came again. I was elated. My whole body was overjoyed with the pleasure I'd given her. Her hands were twisted in my hair. She held me. She wanted more. She demanded more. Carol: He was going down on me again, to finish what I'd interrupted earlier. My nipples were hard for him. He sucked them and bit them. He tongued my navel. I spread my legs, then spread them wider. Impatiently, I pushed his head towards my hot cunt. It was hot from the blood rushing to it. The lips were puffy. The clit was hard and swollen with my juices flowing like water. He laid between my legs. His hands were under the cheeks of my ass. He elevated me. He positioned my pussy; my muff. His tongue on my swollen lips. It pushed through them. It licked me, sucked me, and sent me to heights I had never before attained. My body responded. It was out of control. It shuddered from orgasm and from unbelievable pleasure. I squirted. My God, I squirted. I heard a soft sigh from Robert. It was a satisfied "Aaah," muffled by my twat. He licked me even harder. He sucked me deeper. He nibbled on my clit. He lapped at my juices. He imbibed the copious juices I had poured into my cunt. He drank the liquors of my lust. He sent me to heaven; again. Robert: She squirted! I loved it. I knew what it was, but it had never happened to me before. I lapped at her cum. I sucked the juices from her cunt. I drank her essences. In a world of my own, my mind closed to everything but the pussy I was eating, to the pleasure I was giving, and to the pleasure I was receiving. I heard her dimly say, "It's wonderful. It's heavenly." Her hands were still in my hair, holding me there. She held me there at her fragrant cunt. The scents were stronger. The tastes were sharper. She could take no more. She pushed me away. Her hands fell to her sides. She was spent; sated. I moved up to face her. She laid with her eyes closed. She smiled as she regained her strength. I played with her nipples as she laid there. Her legs were spread lewdly. One hand covered mine on her tit. She rolled to her side and pushed her body into mine, cuddling me, holding me tight. My cock was hard and throbbing. It laid between her legs against the open slit of her pussy. "Do you like to be sucked?" she asked. "Yes, if you like to do it," I told her. "What will make you feel best? That's what makes me feel good." "I'd like to suck you. I want to make you cum. Just like you did for me. I never did that before. Squirt, I mean." Carol: I kissed him. My tongue was in his mouth, licking his face. It searched for traces of my cum on him. I found the flavor of my squirt. I discovered the essence of my juices. I tasted myself. I knew there was more on his cock. He had fucked me and filled me. My cum was still on him on his hard cock. I loved the feel of his hard cock nestled in the slit of my pussy. I reveled in his hardness. I delighted in the big hard prick that had so filled me; that so satisfied me. Then he had gone down on me. He ate me like I had only fantasized about. My cunt felt lovely and glorious. I felt deliciously slutty as I rolled him onto his back and kissed my way down his body, as he had done for me. I took his hand and twisted it in my hair. I knelt between his legs. His monster cock stood straight and hard in front of me. My mouth watered at the sight of it as if I was preparing to dine on a gourmet meal. I was, I guess. I licked him. I rubbed the dick all over me. I rubbed it on my nipples, my face, and my neck. I licked the length of it. I savored the traces of our mixed cum on it. I licked his glans. I licked all around the base of it and under it. I licked his balls. I licked behind his balls. I stretched my mouth to slide my lips over his manhood; his huge, hard, cock. I sucked him as deeply as I could. I couldn't get much inside my mouth. I took what I could. My head bobbed. His hands twisted in my hair, just like I wanted. He held me. He kept me there, sucking his prick. I felt him tensing. He was ready. His hands twisted harder. I loved the hurt. I knew he was cumming. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him all I could for the pleasure he had given me. Robert Ch. 05 His hot cum exploded into my mouth. I welcomed it. I relished it. I sucked him dry. I wanted all the cum he had in him. As he softened, I played my tongue through his slick sperm; his hot cum. I rolled it around in my mouth, loving the salty tang of it. I kept it in my mouth until he had softened. Then I swallowed it and longed for more. We laid together. We kissed. We petted. We licked each other clean. We fell asleep holding each other. A skinny old lady and a hot young stud. I woke first in the morning. The sun shone through the curtains. I got a robe from the closet and went to the kitchen to start coffee. I went back to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. Looking in the mirror, I felt wonderful. Too many drinks the night before left me with a slight hangover, but with the beautiful, fulfilled, very satisfied, feeling in my body, it meant nothing. Robert: The sun shining through the windows woke me up. I got up, looking for a bathroom. The bedroom had one. I pissed, found my pants by the bed and put them on. I smiled at the memories of last night. I felt well satisfied. I went looking for Carol. I hoped she didn't think I had taken advantage of her while she was drinking. I found her in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. She jumped up to get me one and indicated that I should sit down. "I feel wonderful," she said smiling. "So do I," I replied, "It was a great night." "You can use my toothbrush, if you want to brush your teeth before your coffee," "Thank you," I told her, "I think I will." I went back to her bathroom, brushed my teeth and returned to the kitchen. "I have to get my car," Carol said. "Can you give me a ride?" I told her I would be happy to. Carol asked me, "would you like to spend the day with me?" The question came as a bit of a surprise, but I didn't have to think long before I agreed. "I don't have a razor or clean clothes," I said. "I guess I could go by my place to get some." "Ok," Carol said, "But don't bathe. I want to do that with you. Right now, let's get dressed and get the car." Carol: I picked up my car and drove back to the house. I have a two car garage that had room for Robert's car. I thought how lucky I was that I hadn't filled half of it with junk. I went in the house to change. I put on a simple house dress. It was one of the few I had. They didn't look good on me with my stringy legs. I had coffee while I waited for him. My pussy still felt wonderful. Little thrills ran through me as I anticipated the feel of Robert filling me again. I heard him drive into the garage. I opened the door to greet him and to close the garage door. He had a small gym bag. He dropped it to the floor as soon as the kitchen door closed behind him. Our arms were around each other almost instantly. I led him to my bedroom. I stripped him. I couldn't get the clothes off him quickly enough. He was getting hard. He was almost ready. I pulled my dress off over my head. I was wearing panties. They were soaked. They were soaked with the fluids of my lust. That was the only reason I had put them on: to absorb the flow of my juices. I pushed them down my legs. I slid to my knees in front of him. I lapped at his hardening cock; licking, sucking, and fondling. I wanted him hard. I wanted that magnificent rod like a piece of steel. I wanted it to be like a rock when he shoved it in me. Into my wet, hungry, cunt. His hands on my head encouraged me. He caressed me through my mess of curls. I heard him as I reached my goal. "That feels so nice." He was hard. He was beautifully, gorgeously, wonderfully, hard. I stood. I put my arms around him. I kissed him wetly. I fell onto the bed and pulled him with me. I was on my back, my legs open, wanting him and his stunning cock. Pheromones wafting from my hot pussy lured him and enticed him. They led him by his dick. They led him to the sanctum of my pussy. They led to the inner sanctum of my needy body; my hot, horny, body. There was a lovely, wonderful, sensation as his manhood filled me. It slid on a cushion of my juices. It slipped into my pussy and filled me. FILLED ME! For only the second time in my life, I was filled. It was lovely. It was wonderful. He fucked me. He really fucked me. He rammed that magnificent cock into my pussy. Our bodies slammed into each other. Sweaty. Slick. The scents. The lovely aroma of fucking. It was beautiful. It was lovely. My body responded. I quivered. I shuddered. I came in a great rush. Orgasms flashed through my body before I even knew they were close. Robert: Carol seemed glad to see me when I got back. She seemed more than glad. We hugged. We kissed. She led me to the bedroom. She undressed me. I liked it. I liked the thought of this horny woman undressing me. She stepped back and pulled her dress off. Her stringy body was clad only in brief panties. She knelt in front of me and sucked my hardening cock. She licked me. She bit me. She rubbed it over her face. She made me hard. She made me rock hard. She stood, to lie on the bed. She pulled me down to lie with her. She was on her back. Her legs spread wide. Lewdly. Invitingly. Hotly. She didn't want foreplay. She was already wet. I plunged my cock into her as she sighed. I fucked her hard. I fucked her hard and deep. Her orgasms started almost as soon as my dick entered her. I watched her face. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, with her tongue licking at her lips, wetly. Her body reacted to the orgasms roaring through her with spasms, involuntary shudders, and loud cries. Her legs clasped. Her heels locked together on my back. Her arms held me to her tits and then to her mouth for wet, sloppy, kisses. Her mouth was on mine. It was on my face, then my neck, my shoulders, and whatever part of my body she could reach. It was beyond rational description. It was hot. It was wonderful. The electrifying spasms in my own body were overpowering. An orgasm was gripping me, thrilling me, and roaring through me. Every sense centered on my cock. There was an exhilarating feeling as my cum gushed from me. Filling her. Filling Carol's hot cunt. She held me tightly until I was too soft to stay in her. When she loosened her grip, I rolled off to lay next to her. I held her tightly. I thought she was wonderful. This skinny old lady who had given me such pleasure. Carol: I felt his hot cum surge into my pussy. It was welcome. It was wonderful. Everything was beautiful. He had come in me! I held him. I wanted him on me. I wanted his weight pressing on me. When he softened, I let him go. He laid next to me with his arms around me. He held me tightly. He showed me his pleasure. I soared with the idea I had pleased him so much. It was a thrill, a lovely feeling, almost as good as an orgasm. I had pleased my boy-man lover. We laid in bed. Both of us dozed off. I woke to the scents that filled the room. Old sex. Recent sex. Sweat. Man cum. Woman juices. Woman cum. I savored the mix of aromas on my tongue. I found it erotic. I inhaled it some more. I laid my head on Robert's body. I inhaled those scents. The bouquets of his body. His sweat. My cum on his cock. His cum. It all mixed in a delightful blend. I licked his cock. I tasted it. I tasted the mix of woman and man. My tongue woke him. He started to get aroused again. "Not yet," I told him. Robert: I had dozed off. I felt Carol licking my cock even before my eyes opened. I could feel myself starting to get hard. I put my hand in her hair. She looked up and told me, "Not yet. I don't want to wear you out. Let's have some breakfast or lunch. Whatever it's time for." Carol got a robe from her closet. I had one in my bag. I had left it in the kitchen. So I walked down there, naked, to get it. I brought it back to the bedroom. I dug out my robe and slippers. I joined Carol in the kitchen. She was standing at the counter making sandwiches. I came up behind her. I put my arms around her. She lay her head back against my shoulder with a sigh. "I feel so good," she said. We ate a light lunch. Then we sat on the couch in our bathrobes. Carol cuddled with me. My hand was inside her robe and played with her nipple. Her hand stroked my dick through the fabric of the robe. She was not trying to get me hard, yet. She just enjoyed the feel of it. Even so, we both became aroused. Carol stood. She held out her hand to me. She led me back to the bedroom. Carol: I led him to the bedroom again. As soon as Robert was hard, I straddled him. I guided his splendid tool into me. I led him into my yearning cunt. To fill me. To fuck me. To make me cum. I rode him slowly. I loved the feel on the walls of my vagina as they slid over his steely member. I showered kisses on him. I rubbed my clit on his cock. He sucked my nipples. He bit them. He met my rhythm. We shared that ancient cadence of love. I fucked him gently. I fucked him smoothly. It was not the frenzy of our previous couplings. I wanted to feel the fullness. I wanted him in me as long as I could keep him there. My orgasms came. They sent me soaring. I watched him. I watched his face. His young beautiful, handsome, face. I kissed him. I kissed him again. Still I came. I came again to meet his orgasm as he poured his cum into my belly. He filled my waiting cunt. We laid together. There was a strange feeling in my body. It was more than lust. It was more than desire. It was like love, but it was not love. He was a boy-man. He was too young for me to love. We laid together. We dozed. We finally showered. We showered together. We washed each other. We played like children, then we dried each other, licking and kissing as we did. He stayed with me until Sunday evening. We fucked every time we could. He ate me. I sucked him, but I didn't want him to cum. I wanted him inside me whenever he was hard. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to feel its slippery heat in my mouth. But more than that, I wanted his hardness filling my cunt. He held me tight when he was leaving. "Can we do it again?" he asked. "Anytime," I told him. I wrote out my phone number and email for him. He did the same for me. We hugged again. We kissed. Then he left. I was elated. He wanted to see me again. I slept well that night. I was sated and satisfied. I saw him many times after that. I knew he was seeing other women or at least one. I tried not to let it bother me. When he was filling me with his beautiful manhood, it never did bother me. He always left me feeling good. That is what counted. I guess I need to tell you about Rita, the other woman he was seeing. I should tell you how we met, and what happened. I'll do that later. Robert Ch. 06 Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story. All the characters are age 18, or older. I do recommend that you read previous chapters, for background; especially part 05. * I'm Carol. I'm fifty-nine years old now. It's been almost five years since I first met Robert. He was my only lover for over two years. I still see him when the mood hits me. When the desire comes over me to have my pussy filled with his glorious cock. After Robert had been my lover for a year or so, he asked me if I had ever made love with another woman. I told him the truth: I had thought about it a time, or two, but the desire just wasn't there. "I think if the right woman had hit on me at the right time, I might have tried it." "I have a friend," Robert said, "who thinks she would like to try a threesome. She has some experience with women, but not a lot. "I'll leave it entirely up to you," he continued. "If you think you would like to try it, just say so." "Let me think about it," I told him, "but tell me, would you like a threesome?" "I think so, yes" Then we went to the bedroom. He shoved his magnificent cock in me, filling me beautifully. We ate each other afterwards. His hot cum in my mouth was delicious. I loved to slide my tongue through it, feeling the slickness, the warmth, the salty tang. Afterwards, when we kissed, I could taste my pussy on his tongue and lips. I enjoyed licking my juices from his face where I had rubbed them in a frenzy of orgasmic pleasure. When he left in the morning, I kissed him hard - my beautiful boy-man. I told him I'd think about the threesome. "I'll probably want to know more about the lady," I told him. "Why not email me and tell me a little about her." Robert sent me an email a couple of days later. I'll skip the more intimate parts, they were meant for me only. Robert Ch. 06 We kept on seeing Robert on a regular basis. Eventually, it became apparent that our love for each other was growing. Finally, we told him. I think he was quite saddened by the turn of events, but he was quite gallant about it. He wished us well. Then he told us we could always call on him for help. Rita and I set up housekeeping. We are still together. We are still very much in love. We are still very friendly with Robert, too. We have dinner with him quite often. Every so often, I'd say about once a month, I need to get Robert's huge cock stuffed in my pussy. Rita and I have tried huge vibrators, strap-ons, lots of things, but they all lack something I need. Rita doesn't have the same problem. She is usually quite content with just me. So, when the urge gets too strong, I email Robert. It is always with Rita's knowledge and approval. We get together usually at Robert's place. He has a house now. Every once in a while, Rita comes along. Then we have an old style threesome. I was on my way to Robert's place. My twat had that empty feeling only he could fill. My boy-man lover. He with the magnificent cock. I knew Robert had other lovers. He had formed new bonds with new women. I hoped they could accept my infrequent trysts with him. I know he is always upfront with them about his seeing other women. I drove to his house. I parked on the street. He met me at the door wearing a bathrobe. I knew he was naked under it. He always was when I arrived. I could see his splendid dick tenting the front of the robe. I stepped in. We embraced and kissed fondly. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my groin. It always made me happy to know I could still make him hot. I stepped back to pull my skirt up and to show him my unclad pussy. He smiled and led me to a chair in his living room. After another kiss, I sat. He slid to his knees in front of me. Robert had told me once that he knew he couldn't eat me like Rita could, but that he still liked to do it. Maybe he wasn't as good as Rita, but he could still send me to heaven with his tongue. More importantly, he got me nice and juicy. He got me ready for his marvelous dick. As he ate my pussy, I could hear myself gasping, moaning, and the quick intake of breath as he sucked my clit. My legs clasped him. My heels pressed on his back. My hand twisted in his hair. I tore my blouse open. I wore one with snaps so I could do that. One hand tweaked and twisted my nipples and pulled on them. We might never get my skirt off. Robert really liked to make love to me while I was wearing one or two items of clothing. I came to a glorious climax. I rubbed my juices over Robert's face with my gyrations. He stood then. Taking my hand, he led me to his bedroom; to his bed. Standing beside it, we shared a deep kiss. He slipped my blouse off my shoulders. We let it fall to the floor. I untied the sash to his robe letting it fall open. Sometimes, I sucked Robert before we fucked; gave him a blowjob. Other times, I just wanted his manhood in me. On those occasions we fucked at least twice. I wanted Robert filling my gaping pussy for as long as I could. That's why I always wanted him to cum twice. Sometimes I wanted him to cum three times. I pushed him onto the bed. I laid next to him. I kissed him wildly. I worked my way down his body. My hand was on his beautiful dick. I slid my mouth over him, his hard cock. I took what I could into my mouth. My lips were stretched to the limit. Then it was his hands twisting in my hair. I loved it. I felt him tensing. His hips lifted. I knew he was about to cum. I exulted as his hot cum gushed into my mouth and filled it. I savored it. I tasted it on my tongue. I rolled it around in my mouth. I ran my tongue through the thick slickness. I swallowed. I laid next to him for a while. We exchanged kisses and caresses. Robert asked if I would like coffee, a drink, or maybe wine or beer. I opted for a beer. We got up and went to the kitchen. We each had a can of beer at the table. He was naked. I still wore my skirt. I fondled his cock as I sat next to him. I was encouraging it. We chatted about a lot of things. He asked about Rita. I told him everything was fine. He asked how long I could stay. I told him not all night. He looked a little disappointed. I looked at Robert. He no longer had the boyish looks I had found so endearing. He had matured to a very handsome man in his late twenties. I guess I could no longer call him my boy-man. I still wanted to think of him that way, though. After all I am about thirty years older than him. I felt him starting to get hard again. When we finished our beers, I took his hand. He led me back to the bedroom. I got him nicely hard again with a little help from my hand, my tongue, my lips, and even my teeth. Robert likes the sensation of teeth sliding along his hard cock. He was playing with my pussy as I played with him. He was keeping me wet and ready. I straddled him. My disheveled skirt bunched at my waist. I impaled my impatient pussy on his resplendent shaft. I let him slide into me and fill me. How I had missed that sensation, the glorious feel of a man's hard dick filling my pussy. I rode him slowly. I enjoyed the feel. I loved the fullness. As I felt an orgasm rising in my body, I became more animated. I rode him harder. Our flesh made slapping sounds as I slammed my body on his. I pushed his superb member into myself, then raised my hips off him so I could do it again. Who knows how many times I came as we made love together? I was in the middle of a beautiful, intense orgasm when I felt his hot cum gush into me, into my welcoming cunt. I had been so wrapped up in myself I had not even noticed when he was close to a climax. I laid next to him my head on his chest, absorbing his scent, tasting him with my tongue. I basked in the feeling of almost love I had always felt about him. I think, no I know, that he has similar feelings about me. Probably Rita, too. He told me once that it was a very sad day for him when he thought he would never make love with me, or Rita, again. I had to get up soon to dress. I prepared to leave. We hugged hard. We would miss each other. Until the next time. My needs were satisfied. I was going home to the woman I love.