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A Rose By Any Other Name

By: Honey123



We've been friends for a while, Jack Hart and I. Neither one of us in a steady relationship and Jack always counting on me to fix him up with someone, "like you, Rose, but not like you." 

I knew what he meant by that and I was never really hurt by it. Trying to set him up with friends and acquaintances. But things were changing. My feelings began to change towards him and today of all days was my first Valentine's Day without anyone. I was in a relationship that lasted over 3 years. It was great in the beginning, but things just never really seemed to work out. Bob was a terrific guy, handsome, tall and set in his ways. He felt that Jack and I could never be friends. He was quite threatened by that relationship and that pretty much destroyed ours.

You see, Jack is gorgeous. I have never really been one to like light-haired guys, but Jack is different. He has blondish-brown hair, green eyes and always, always has a tan. I swear it's fake, but he denies it, saying, "Hey, I'm part Italian. It's in my genes."

He has a great body, too. He works out every day and has no problem flexing for anyone who wants to see his muscles, and believe me, everyone, mainly girls, want to see his muscles! Jack and I frequent the same health club in town. He goes to the Weight Room and I take on any aerobic class I can handle. When Jack's there, the women always seem to notice. Jack of Broken Hearts is my nickname for him.

I love Jack. He is always there to make me laugh and to have a shoulder to cry upon. I won't lie, I have thought about him in a sexual way, but I stood by my "Men and Women can be friends" theory. Or at least I thought I could. I treasure his friendship.

Jack and I have plans to go for drinks after we exercised, that was until Jack noticed the new aerobics instructor. He zeroed in on that Blond bombshell the moment we walked through the club doors. He said he thought she was "pretty hot". Even I couldn't deny it. She was hot. A great body and huge tits!! How does that happen? I caught a peek of myself in one of the millions of mirrors in the club. I was in great shape, but lacked in the upper body department. Jack saw me looking at myself.

"You're pretty hot, too, Rosie", Jack laughed and then insisted on taking this particular Cardio-kick class with me. I got such a sinking pain in the pit of my stomach, but what could I do or say? Actually, I did tell him not to make a fool of himself, but he just laughed, flashing those beautiful white teeth of his and winking at me. At that moment it was confirmed. I had deep feelings for him.

During the class the "hot" instructor spent a lot of her time showing Jack all the "right moves" and Jack gave her his absolute attention. Basically, the class sucked for me and I decided to just head for the lockers. Jack didn't even notice I left, he was talking to the instructor very closely. As I went through the doors of the locker room, I heard her laughing at one of Jack's jokes. Hook, line and sinker! Tonight I am definitely on my own, I thought.

When I came out, Jack was standing by the counter, the instructor right by him. I knew the drill. 

"Hey, Rosie, Candy and I are going out for drinks. Do you want to come?" Jack said. I read between the lines to that question. "I really don't want you to come, please say no".

"That's okay, Jack," I say, evenly, "I think I pulled a muscle during one of...what did you say your name is, Candy? One of...Candy's routines. I'm going home to soak it a bit." Actually, I was going home to soak my heart in wine!

"Oh, no!", exclaimed Candy, (Yuck, I hate that nickname) "Make sure you put......" blah, blah blah, is pretty much what I am hearing. I look over her head and see Jack thanking me and motioning that he will call me.

I give him a smirk, thank Candy (YUCK) and leave. On the way home I say to myself over and over again, why are you so upset. He is your friend. You don't even feel sexually attracted to him. Right, RIGHT!!!??

When I get in the house, I strip down to my undies and bra. It is so damned hot in this apartment. The heat making my house feel like a sauna! I call the landlord, just to hear the same old story. 

"I'll be there in the morning, I promise" He says. I looked at the thermostat, 80 degrees! I'll be leather in the morning!

I go to the wine rack and pull out a bottle of red wine. As I pour myself a very healthy glass, I head to the bathroom and turn on the shower. "Cheers" I say to absolutely no one, take a gulp of wine and remove my underthings. As I wait for the shower to get to perfect temperature, I pour another glass of wine and down it, feeling extremely sorry for myself. I check the water, pour another glass of wine and jump in.

The water feels great against my hot skin. As I begin to lather myself, I start to think about Jack. Sliding the soap across my breasts, I think of Jack touching me there. Slowly, I caress myself and close my eyes. I bring my hand lower, gliding down my stomach and then reaching my pussy, picturing Jack's tongue licking me there. I continue to caress myself, enjoying the way it feels, moving my fingers deeper and deeper....and then I hear doorbell. 

"Ahh, shit," I say out loud. I do a quick rinse, jump out of the shower grabbing a towel and make my way to the front door. 

I look through the peephole and see Jack standing there.

"Jack?" I say, as I open the door, "What...?" 

But before I can finish, Jack says, "Hey, Rosie, can I come in?", his voice very husky as he steps through the doorway.

He looks me up and down from head to toe and at that moment I realize that I only have a towel on. I blush, gripping the towel closer, feeling a bit self-conscience.

Jack looks at me, but doesn't laugh. "Nice, very nice" He says staring at me. "Whoa is it hot in here!"

Or is it you? I say to myself. Boy, oh boy, he was looking mighty handsome. I mentally give my head a shake. How much wine did I have?

"Here, I have something for you," and he hands me a rose.

"Jack, what is this?" I ask him, taking the rose and smelling it, almost losing my towel.

"A rose? You know what that is right?" Jack teases me. His eyes not leaving the swell of my breasts above the top of the towel. I blush.

"I know that, silly, but I mean, what is it for?" I ask him, my heart beating a mile a minute. 

Thinking he will probably tell me that it's a thank you for letting him go with Candy and that he and, yuck, Candy, are probably going to get married and God knows what else. I hold my breath and waited.

"Rosie," Jack starts, "I...I don't know. I went out with Candy and as I sat there listening to her, I kept thinking why am I here? I wondered what you were doing. Thinking, she's nothing like Rose and then all of a sudden, I just wanted to be with you."

At this point, I just stared at Jack and asked him to pinch me.

Jack laughs, but instead of pinching me, he pulls me close and kisses me. There was such an intensity and want in that kiss, it left me breathless, shocked and extremely aroused! As Jack pulled me closer, I brought my hands up and grabbed the back of his head. Our kiss became deeper and I felt Jack's hands go to the area where I have tucked the towel and undid it. As my towel falls away from my body, I feel Jack start to touch my body. 

"Oh, God...you are so wet!" Jack said as his fingers find their way to my pussy. His fingers go deeper into me. "Rose....Oh, God...I want you!" and with that, he picks me up and brings me into my bedroom.

"Oh, Jack!...please...I've wanted you to fuck me for so long!" and with that Jack throws me down onto my bed. 

I look up and Jack is undressing. His body is silhouetted by the light of my living room. I can't even believe this is happening. He bends down towards me and begins to kiss and lick my thighs. His hand goes back to stroking me. He then bends his head and using his tongue to make long strokes up my thigh until he reaches my pussy, parting the lips and gently licking, sucking my clit.

While he is licking me, I put my legs onto his shoulders, wanting to feel his tongue deeper in me. Then he stops and looks up at me, his lips wet with my juices. 

"A Rose by another other name...you are so sweet, you taste so sweet", his voice heavy with lust and passion.

"Don't talk, Jack", I say breathlessly "I want you so badly!"

"Beautiful", Jack says "You are so beautiful" and starts to trail a long, wet line with his tongue up my stomach. I keep thinking that this is a dream. My body is tingling! He then reaches my breasts and encircles one nipple with his tongue, making it hard and then sucking on it. His mouth covers the mound of my breast, and then slowly releasing it, taking the nipple between his teeth, nipping it. I catch my breath and close my eyes. "Oh, God," I moan as Jack trails a line to my other breast, sucking, nibbling.

I feel him position his body over me and open my eyes to see him. His body is so beautiful! He spreads my legs with his knee as his hands find the wetness between them. I arch my back and he pushes his fingers in deeper. I reach up and pull him down on me, wrapping my legs around his waist. Wanting to feel his hard cock inside me. He enters me and my body responds to him immediately, tightening around him. The feeling is exquisite.

Grabbing me by the hips, he pulls me up so I am in a sitting position on him. We look each other in the eyes and I arch my back, moving my hips, so I can bring him in and out of me as I slowly move my clit up and down the shaft of his penis, bringing myself closer and closer to the edge.

Jack takes his hands, grabbing my hips and with such force, he brings me down on him harder and harder. I feel the sweat on his body and run my hand up his back and back down to his hips. I reach behind me and start to stroke his sack. He moans as I caress his balls. He continues to push in me deeper and harder, his tongue licking my neck going up to my ear, encircling the outside rim and he whispers to me.

"You feel so good," he moans. "I love fucking you!"

He takes his hand and rubs my clit, putting his fingers in my mouth so I could wet them and then going back to it, rubbing, massaging. I feel my body begin to tighten. 

"Yeah, Baby, I feel you" Jack whispers, "Come on....you're almost there...cum with me"

With that I feel an incredible surge rip through my body and I start to grind harder on him. I feel him go stiff and then he lifts me up, pushing me against the bedroom wall and beings to fuck me harder and harder. The sensation is incredible. He's fucking me and pushing me against the wall. I tighten my legs around him, screaming for him to fuck me. He then empties himself inside me with one last, hard push and kisses me hard on the lips, his tongue caressing mine.

I stay on him and we hug each other, tightly and just keep kissing one another. So much for my theory. But what a wonderful day to prove it wrong.

A Rose By Any Other Name...



So, here I was, getting ready to land at the Denver Airport, wondering how in the world I got into this situation and what my new life would be like. Of course, in order to for you to understand my story I'll have to give you a little background history.


My name is Jason, and I'm eighteen years old. Up 'til now I'd been living with my parents in Oregon. My parents had recently been killed in a freak accident with a logging truck and I was being schlepped off to go live with my grandmother Rose. Now, my parents had been some back-to-the-land, quasi-religious types whose idea of a righteous lifestyle was to live up in the mountains fifty miles from the nearest town and a million miles from any kind of modern influence (hey, if I sound a little bitter, I AM)! We had no neighbors, and, consequently, I had no friends. I was home-schooled and, apart from brief forays into town to stock up on supplies, had very little contact with other people aside from my folks. My parents had some kind of philosophical feud going on with their respective family's, and I don't think I'd seen any of them, any, since I was five or so. This was especially true of my maternal grandmother (Rose), whom my parents, on the few occasions they ever mentioned her, was presented as some kind of she-witch from hell!

As I've mentioned, I was home-schooled and was essentially a solitary, private child. To top it off, I had been a somewhat sickly child when younger and, at eighteen, still looked like I was thirteen or so. Skinny, only five foot four, no bodily hair, and (worst of all) a cock that was barely four inches long when fully hard! Of course, at eighteen my cock was hard most of the time, but the only release I'd had up 'til now was sneaking off to the woods to play with myself while poring over an old, tattered copy of Playboy that I found once beside the road.

So, think about it: Eighteen years old, no experience with the outside world (never mind the opposite sex), and off to start a new life with no idea of what to expect... Of course, these were the thoughts and frustrations filling my mind and churning my stomach as the plane approached the airport. Well, the landing was uneventful, and, after I had made my way through the airport to the luggage carousel and was standing there nervously waiting for my solitary bag to come off, darting glances here and there around the terminal looking for someone, anyone, who could possibly be my grandmother, a hand gently tapped me on my shoulder and said, in a questioning tone,

"Jason, Jason, is that you sweetheart?"

I turned around and there she was, to me, a vision of beauty: An inch or two taller than me (but, who wasn't?), very nicely dressed, with stylishly coiffed short blond hair, and just a little on the chunky side, but, nonetheless, somehow fit looking. To my uninitiated eyes she looked no more than 45 years old (I later found out that she was actually 57), and more of a active, attractive, businesswoman rather than someone I would have imagined as my grandmother. We made some idle chit chat while we waited for my luggage, and then made then long trek out of the airport to her car and started the drive home. Rose (immediately after the first time I addressed her as "Grandmother Rose" she admonished me and insisted that I address her as simply "Rose") lived a fair way out in the suburbs of Denver, and this gave me a chance to somewhat surreptitiously study her as we talked during the drive. My first impressions seemed correct, elegant, well-spoken and very, very pretty. As I mentioned earlier, she was a little stocky, but by the curve of her legs showing underneath her skirt, no stranger to an active lifestyle. I also found out during our conversation that she had been divorced for the last ten years (something my parents had never mentioned) and, I gathered, that her divorce had left her with a tidy sum of money.

When we finally reached her house I was totally amazed. Wrought-iron gates and a stone archway lead up to a long, curving driveway past a well-tended flower garden to a large, Victorian ranch that I thought fit for some Hollywood mogul. Rose gave me an abbreviated tour through her palatial estate and then led my to what was to be my room. Growing up in a small A-frame in the mountains of Oregon had left me ill-prepared for the sumptuousness of her home, and I was only the more impressed when, later, she showed me her swimming pool in back, about 50 yards away from the house. Rose had an Olympic-sized pool enclosed by a four foot fence on the front, with a taller fence on the other three sides. The entranceway had a gate and archway closely resembling the entranceway to her house, with the only difference that the pool entranceway was entirely framed with mirrors, and also the interior wall had a similar mirrored surface. A full bar was present (although, I didn't recognize it as such as the time), along with a large array of recognizably high-quality pool furnishings such as chaises, lounge chairs, etc.

The next couple of weeks flew by in a blur as I settled into my new surroundings, so unlike anything I had experienced until I came to live with Rose. Eating well, lounging around in a beautiful house, and, simply hanging out with my beautiful grandmother. We spent a great deal of time in and around her pool, and, I did find myself becoming uncomfortably aroused at times. Rose was fond of wearing rather skimpy bathing suits and I found myself often unable to take my eyes off her. While she was a little chunky, she had gorgeously toned legs, and a sweetly rounded butt. Her boobs, while a little on the small side, stuck deliciously straight out from her chest, and from the way that her nipples poked out from the fabric of tops, were long and thick. I must admit that her close proximity and luscious body inspired more than a few stroking sessions on my part late at night alone in my room, especially so because she was very affectionate towards me, hugging and kissing me often (sweet torture when we were at the pool...). However, I was totally taken aback at a conversation we had one night before I went to bend after being there a week or two!

"Jason, dear, we need to have a little talk."

"OK Rose, what's on your mind" I said with a little sinking feeling, thinking that she might have heard an inadvertent noise while I was pleasuring myself one night.

"Well, Jason, I guess I'm what you might consider to be a social nudist" she replied. "What I mean by that is that I enjoy being naked around the house, and I kind of miss that since you've been here."

"Oh, oh" I replied, as smartly as I could at the time!

"Look honey" Rose said, "I don't want to embarrass you or anything, but I really do like being nude. Now, I'm not saying that you should walk around naked if it would make you uncomfortable in any way, just that I hope you wouldn't mind if I do."

"Well, Rose, I don't know if I can or not, but, I mean, it is your house, so you should do whatever you like best" was the best reply I could come up with at the moment.

"OK Jason, but please do remember that you don't have to do anything you don't want to" she said, "Now, I'm kind of tired and feel like turning in," and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.

"Alright Rose, I'm tired myself, so, see you tomorrow."

My heart was pounding as we walked side-by-side up the stairs; I honestly thought I would be sick. Sure, the thought of actually seeing Rose naked was the most exciting thing I had ever dreamed of, but what if I got a hard-on in front of her? Would she think I was some kind of pervert? And, let's face it; I had a small cock! Would she laugh at me? Make fun of me? Those were the thoughts that kept me up almost all night, but, also, would she maybe get angry at me if she was walking around naked and I didn't, or wouldn't? Above all, I had truly come to love Grandmother Rose, and certainly did not want anything to jeopardize our relationship. Oh yeah, tossing and turning all night long.

Well, the next morning I decided that I would do anything Rose seemed to want, so I took my shower and headed downstairs, naked, for breakfast (hoping every moment that I wouldn't embarrass myself!) When I got to the kitchen I was greeted by the sight of Rose bent over taking something out of the refrigerator! Oh, God, a beautifully rounded plump ass, with barely a hint of her heavenly cunt showing through her slightly spread legs!

"Morning Dear!" she chirped as she stood up and turned around.

"Hi Rose" I sort of squeaked as I tried (somewhat unsuccessfully) to keep my eyes glued to her face, "What's for breakfast?"

"Whatever you want, babe!" she said, as hers eyes slowly roamed downward to my cock, and then back up to my face "I see you decided to try a little freedom yourself this morning!"

"Um, yeah," I said, "Could I just have a couple of eggs, please?" I said as I hurriedly sat down at the table.

"Sure, dear, anything you want!"

As Rose started to cook our breakfast I tried to avoid looking at her, but my eyes were irresistibly drawn towards her, and this is what I saw; again, a sweet, sexy, slightly chubby sweetheart! She was absolutely gorgeous! Her tits stood out proudly from her chest, and (just like I had imagined) her nipples looked like little thumbs standing out proudly from large pink areolas covering most of her smallish breasts. While I was able to see her mostly from the back or side as she was cooking, the few glimpses I was got from a front view showed me a bald cunt! All of the women I had seen in my moldy old Playboy had had a full bush, and I can't begin to describe how beautiful her bald pussy looked to my virgin eyes! I had somewhat forgotten that the kitchen table had a glass top, but after Rose finished cooking and served us, my eyes were doing a mad dance between her cute, cute face, perky tits and sweet, sweet cunt shining up at me through the transparent table surface (especially as she was sitting with her legs slightly spread and I was catching glimpses of some delicately curled, protruding inner lips)! Unfortunately, as I realized somewhat belatedly, my hairless little cock was now entirely hard, and, judging from the angle of Roses' stare, was blatantly apparent to her as well!

I was absolutely mortified at my reaction, and doubly so as we finished eating and Rose started clearing the dishes. She brought her own dishes to the counter, and then turned and stood facing me.

"Jason, dear, if you're finished could you bring your dishes over?" she asked.

"Um, well, sure" was the best I could do, as I slowly stood up and walked toward her, my stiff cock standing straight up against my belly. As I approached, Rose's eyes glided straight down my body to my rampant hard-on, as I began to stammer out an excuse...

"Rose, Rose, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... I couldn't help it!"

She raised her eyes to mine for a brief moment, smiled beatifically, and said "Jason, Jason, Jason, don't be embarrassed, there's nothing wrong with getting a little excited when you see someone of the opposite sex naked! It's perfectly natural! Don't you think anything of it, and I won't either. Now, go watch TV for a little while I take care of these dishes, and then we'll head out to the pool."

Alright, Grandmother Rose" I let slip out due to my massive embarrassment, "let me know when you're ready."

"Now Jason," she admonished, "I've told your before to just call me Rose, and, besides, I don't really feel that much like your grandmother when you're standing there naked in that state..."

I somewhat hurriedly rushed out to the rec room and tried to compose myself (with my heart pounding a mile a minute) and tried to sort out what had just happened. Well, I had gotten a boner in front of Rose, but, after all, it was the first time I'd actually seen a naked woman in the flesh (although, there was no way she could have known that). Still, she didn't really seem to mind that much (saying it was natural and so on), so I was kinda OK with the previous little interlude – but, will it as I might, my cock wouldn't go down! Flashes of that sexy body kept flitting through my mind, and, of course, my worry that Rose would think I was some sex freak didn't help matters any. Oh, what a state to be in. Especially as I could now hear the dishwasher starting and knew, absolutely knew, that Rose would be coming into the room at any moment!

"Jason, you ready for a swim?" I heard, as Rose poked her head through the doorway, and then entered. Again, I could hardly keep my eyes on her face as I was so totally aware of, and self conscious of, our mutual nudity.

"Sure Rose," I replied and slowly stood up to face her, my hard cock still flat against my belly. I gave a half-hearted little shrug as I saw her glance down at me, and said "let's go, I bet the water's great!" We started through the house out towards the pool, and, as we got outside Rose took my hand in hers and gave it a little squeeze. We slowly walked hand-in-hand towards the pool (a good 50 yards, or so) and I was feeling fairly comfortable until we started to approach the mirrored gateway. I suddenly caught sight of us as we got closer, and saw my bald, hard cock lewdly bobbing up and down as we got closer and closer! I glanced up at the reflection of Rose's face as we approached; she just gave me a reassuring smile and squeezed my hand a little tighter. I embarrassedly grinned back at Rose, but then nearly fainted as I remembered that most of the fencing around the pool was also mirrored and I wouldn't be able to avoid being reminded of my state of arousal everywhere I looked while we were out here! We walked through the entranceway and sat down at a 45 degree angle from each other around the table. We had no sooner sat down that Rose asked me to get us a glass of wine from the bar. I hurriedly acquiesced, as I needed something to occupy my hands, my mind, and, not the less, to calm my nerves... I took my time pouring our glasses of wine, and slowly walked back to the table, painfully aware of my boner as I approached Rose. She focused on my cock as I walked back, and never moved her eyes away as I came closer. Finally, I was standing directly in front of her, inches from her face, hard as a rock (all four inches!), as she accepted the wine, she slowly looked up at me, and said:

"Jason darling, here's to a lovely morning, some good wine, and, most of all, here's to us!" as she reached up and we gently clinked our glasses together.

I sat down in my lounger and tried to relax both my mind and my nerves, and, after a while, was able to do both! As the morning passed (and, as the wine flowed...) I gradually started to enjoy myself! Here I was, stark naked, with a full-blown hardon, sitting outside with a lovely naked woman! I knew my cock was on the small side, but started not to care, and to be comfortable, and happy, with my nudity. I had had the foresight to grab a pair of sunglasses shortly after we got out to the pool, and, behind this little mask, had been drinking in the sweet, naked body of Rose. Sweet perky little tits and a sexy, sexy pussy! When we first came out, she had been sitting somewhat primly with her legs rather close together. But as we sat out longer and longer, her legs had slowly parted farther and farther. Now, of course, she wasn't sitting with her legs spread wide, but I still was able to get a nice clear view of her bald cunt! She had nicely protruding pussy lips and I also managed a few glimpses of her inner cunt, deliciously pink, and looking sweetly moist! She also didn't hide the fact that she was enjoying looking at my cock, more than once during the morning I caught her staring straight at it in a sort of silent reverie! Finally we stirred, after a couple of hours of lazy, relaxed conversation, and, after a nice long stretch (that brought those perky little tit into sharp focus), Rose spoke.

"What do you think, Jason, want to head back to the house?"

"Sure," I replied, "we don't want to get caught in the rain!" The sky had indeed been clouding up over the last half hour, so, after another languid stretch Rose reached out her hand to mine and we started back to the house, half-empty wine glasses in our free hands, and my stiff, hairless cock swinging in front of me! After we reached the house we both headed into the rec room to relax and hang out a little more. As we started to sit down Rose asked my to go to the bar and get us each another glass of wine. Now, we had both been sipping wine for most of the morning, but neither of us really seemed to be showing any signs of tipsiness, in fact, I had never felt more alert, more alive than at this moment (of course, on my part, I'm sure that was due to my extreme arousal, and still, even now, a sense of uncertainty or embarrassment about walking around in front of her with my stiff cock pointing at the sky!). After I got our wine, I went back to join Rose, and saw that she had turned the TV on. She patted the divan next to me and said, with a broad grin;

"Come and sit down here next to me Jason, so we can relax and enjoy each other's company some more. It's been such a fun morning; I haven't felt this good in ages!"

"Oh, me neither Rose, this really has been great! I was a little nervous at first, but I guess I'm getting used to it."

"Jason, Jason, there's nothing to be nervous about! I told you before; it's perfectly natural for a boy to get excited when he's with a naked woman. Besides, it's been quite a while since I've seen a nice stiff cock myself (with that, she dropped her eyes downward and looked straight at my boner, then, after a moment or two she brought her gaze back up to my face and continued), and to tell you the truth, I'm enjoying the view quite a bit myself! Now you hush, and we'll watch a little TV while we enjoy our wine."

With that, she clinked her glass against mine, draped her arm loosely around my shoulders, and turned her head to look at the TV. Well, I tried my best to follow suit but having her arm on my shoulders had made me even more acutely aware of her presence, and of her nudity. It didn't help matters any that we were watching HBO, and that a fairly racy movie was on, even though it was still only early afternoon. We watched mostly in silence, slowly sipping our wine. However, every time the action in the movie heated up a bit, Rose tightened her arm around me, and had, by now, squirmed a little closer to me so that I could feel her breast and stiff nipple poking into my arm. By now I felt like I was almost shaking, I was so, so horny! My bald little cock was so stiff it actually hurt! Finally, after a particularly hot movie scene, Rose put her free hand on my thigh, turned to me, and said

"Jason, dear, you've had a boner for a long time now haven't you? Two or 3 hours at least?"

"Well. um yes, Rose, but I couldn't really help it..."

"No, baby, I didn't mean that" She said, and slowly reached over and gently wrapped her hand around my throbbing cock. "It isn't good for you to be hard for that long without any relief, honey, and I just want to help you out..."

She started to delicately move her hand up and down my cock, and the feeling was indescribably intense, and oh so pleasurable. But that was nothing compared to what happened next! She bent over my lap, slowly licked up the length of my shaft, and then sucked me all the way into her mouth! I came almost immediately, and began to stammer out an incoherent apology!

"Rose, Rose, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to... I couldn't stop it!"

She slowly let my still-hard little cock slide from her mouth, looked up at me and said

"No more apologies Jason! I expected you to come, I wanted you to come! That was the whole idea, sweetheart. Now, you just sit back and let me give you a proper sucking!"

At that, she slid down onto the floor in front of me, pushed my legs wide open, and started sucking me softly and slowly. This time it was even sweeter. I had just had an orgasm, and knew, instinctively, that I wouldn't come again so soon... She slowly bobbed her head up and down my cock, and it felt so good, so warm, so soft... I sat there in heaven as I looked down at the back of her head gently moving, and couldn't believe that such a lovely lady was sucking me, and enjoying every bit of it! She must have sucked me for at least ten minutes before I felt my balls start to tingle again, and let out a groan of pure delight as I began to come! Even after my orgasm subsided, she continued to suck me for another minute or so, then got up off the floor and snuggled up next to me. She put her lips to mine and, as both our mouths opened, slid her tongue into my mouth to meet mine! This was also the first time I had actually kissed a woman, and the feeling was fantastic as our tongues gently danced together! Rose took my hand and placed it on her boob. I gently kneaded her beautiful little tit, and delicately squeezed and tugged on her long, stiff nipples. We broke our kiss finally, and she smiled sweetly at me and guided my head down toward her boob. I licked all over those luscious little mounds, then took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and sucked her nipple, accompanied by soft sighs of pleasure and whispers of encouragement! I moved my attention to her other tit, and she took my hand and slid it down her body onto her cunt! I couldn't believe I finally had my hand on a woman's pussy! I brushed my fingers up and down her slit for what seemed like ages before I ventured to slowly slide my finger inside her. When I did it felt so warm and tight, and Rose groaned her appreciation. I slid my finger in and out, and felt every inch of her sweet cunt! Rose finally placed her hand over mine and guided my hand away from her pussy, then kissed me again and said




A Rose By Any Other Name...



"Jason, dear, would you like to kiss me down there?"

"Oh God, yes Rose! But I don't know how, I mean, I don't know what to do!"

"Don't worry, honey. I'll show just what to do, I'll tell you just how I like it. Now, sweetheart, sit down on the floor in front of me..."

As I did, she scooted her butt to the edge of the divan and slowly opened her legs wide for me. At the pool I had seen her legs spread just a bit, and seen just a little of her cunt. This was entirely different, and I couldn't help but stare and stare. She was shaved completely bald, and had rather large, protruding lips (she later told me that they weren't always so big, but that they were swollen due to her arousal). The most beautiful sight I had ever seen, delicately wrinkled and curled like an exotic flower (a perfect rose, as it were!) At the top her clitoris stuck out proudly (thank goodness for the anatomy book I had snuck peeks at in the library back home!), and glistened moistly as I gazed at it. Rose sensed my need to simply look at her pussy, and, if anything, spread her legs even wider, as she said

"Jason, I hope my cunny looks good to you, sweety. It's been a long time since I had a man looking at me like that, up so close. Go ahead and touch it. Run your fingers over my lips, ah, yes, that's it honey. Now rub my clit, oh yeah, you know what my clit is! Now, Jason, gently, very gently squeeze it for me, that's it baby, nice and gentle, oh God, yes! Now lick my lips, that's it honey, that's it!"

I slowly licked all around her outer lips, and moved back a little so that I could lick around her inner thighs and up towards her lower belly and the very top of her fat, bald cleft, before moving to her bulging clit and gently sucking it into my mouth! I licked and sucked at it to Rose's groans of delight, then down the center of her inner lips, before sliding my tongue deeply inside her cunt! I slid my tongue in and out of her sweet pussy, in and out, in and out, and was rewarded by her groans turning into cries of pleasure, then by guttural moans as she stiffened and bucked her cunt against my face as she came! Her juices flowed freely , and I slowly removed my tongue from inside of her and licked all around her slit and lips as I sought to lick up every last drop of her sweet, sweet orgasm! I finally stopped licking her pussy as her moans gradually subsided, and kneeled upright in front of her.

"Jason, Jason, that was incredible! Oh, baby, thank you so much, that felt so good! Oh, darling!" She gazed down at my hairless cock, still standing up stiffly! "Oh sweetheart, please give me that sweet cock now, I want it so bad baby, it's so beautiful!" I nodded my head so hard I thought it was going to fall off, then quickly moved closer in front of her, but then hesitated, as I really wasn't sure exactly what to do... "Oh, sweety, you've never done this before, have you?" Rose asked.

"No Rose, I'm sorry, but I never have." I replied.

"Don't worry, sweety, I'll help you" She said. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Jason! I want you to remember this forever!"

With that, she reached down between us and took my throbbing cock in her hand, and slowly rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating me with her juices, which had started flowing again in anticipation of our coupling...

"Now Jason, slip it inside me honey, nice and slow." I did as she asked, and couldn't believe how hot and tight her cunt felt around my cock, incredibly soft and wet! "OK honey, now slowly slide it in and out baby, oh, yes, that's good. Keep your strokes nice and short honey, I want you to keep as much of you inside me as possible... Lean right into me honey, lean right into me."

I did just as Rose said, grinding my pelvis against hers, short, slow strokes, sliding my cock in and out... I kept my eyes locked on hers as we fucked (and yes, we weren't making love, we were fucking!) and she gave me a wide, beautiful smile as she locked her legs around my back and ground her pelvis against mine! It was an amazing experience, but it lasted all too short a time, as within 5 minutes my balls started to boil, and I knew I was going to come!

"Rose, oh Rose, I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"

"Go ahead honey, come in me! Let me feel you come in my cunny, Jason! Come for me baby, come for me!"

At that I did, and nothing, not even the blowjob Rose had given me earlier, came close to the feeling I had when I let loose in her soft, hot cunt! When it was over I simply collapsed on top of her, with my cock still buried inside her, and I could feel her cunt contracting around me as she came too, milky every last drop of sperm from my cock! Through the fog of my exhaustion and satiation I could hear Rose softly whispering in my ear;

"That was only the first time sweetheart, only the first time..."

I gradually withdrew as I felt my cock starting to soften, and crawled up next to Rose and snuggled in beside her. She slipped her arm around me and guided by lips to hers for a long, sensuous kiss. After we finally broke our kiss, I leaned back in utter contentment and stretched languorously. As I did, I happened to glance down at my cock, and embarrassedly noticed that it had shrunken back to its normal state after our sexual encounter had concluded. As I've mentioned previously, I am rather small in that department. When fully hard I was only about 4 inches, and now that I was completely soft it was down to 2 inches or so, completely hairless, and I almost cringed as I looked at it. I hurriedly glanced toward Rose, and saw that she was looking at it as well. She sensed my movement and raised her gaze to mine. I felt my face flush, and must have been beet-red with embarrassment, for Rose said

"Is something wrong Jason?"

"Rose," I replied "it's so small!"

"Oh Jason is that all? It's OK, your cock looks absolutely wonderful to me. It's not that small honey (yeah, right...), and Jason, I never knew a man that stayed hard as long as you did today, why sweetheart, you must have had a boner for the last 4 hours! And surely you must realize how horny I was after watching you walking around hard all day, sticking straight up and looking so strong and firm! Now, why don't we take a shower and freshen up a bit. After all the wine we had, and, our little "exercise" session, I'd like to take a nap for a bit, and I'm sure I'd like you to join me. Besides, after we've had a little rest, I think we might both be ready for a little more fun, don't you honey?"

"Oh, yes, Rose, yes!"

I managed to stammer before she stood up and grasped my hand and pulled me to my feet. She turned around and led the way, heading up the stairs in front of me toward the shower in her master bedroom. As she slowly walked up, my gaze fell to her ass, and I stared at it in rapt fascination. I had snuck more that a few peeks at it before today when she was wearing a bikini, but that was nothing compared to what was before my eyes now! She did have a rather generous butt, but it looked wonderfully firm as she sashayed up the stairs. Large, rounded cheeks that swayed deliciously in front of me – and a nice deep cleft between them as if to accent their roundness! My cock started to stiffen as I drank in my fill of that lush, luscious ass, and by the time we reached the head of the stairs I was completely hard again. Rose turned around to grasp my hand when she got to the top, and, when she saw my now rampant hardon, said (with a little giggle)

"Well, well, Jason, did you see something you liked?"

"Oh yes Rose," I replied, "I couldn't help looking at your butt while you were going up the stairs. It's beautiful!"

"Oh sure it is." she said "I just bet you loved looking at my fat old butt..."

"No, really,Rose, your butt is gorgeous! Just as beautiful as the rest of you!" I answered as I reached around her and gently cupped one of those nice, firm cheeks. Now it was Rose's turn to blush. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and said

"Thanks dear, you're so sweet to say that! Now, time for that shower!"

With that, she turned around and led me into her bedroom, and into the shower after running the water for a few moments to get it nice and warm. After we both got in and acclimated ourselves to the luxurious streams of water flowing over us, Rose grabbed a bar of soap and told me to relax and enjoy myself while she soaped me. Enjoy myself I did, as she slowly and thoroughly scrubbed and massaged my upper body, before kneeling down in front of me and starting on my legs. She gradually worked her way up my lower legs to my thighs, and then, to my delight, worked up a full lather in her hands and started to sensuously massage my now rock-hard cock. She smiled up at me lovingly as I groaned in delight – gently squeezing and pulling on me as her lather-slick hand slid over my cock and balls...

I could have stood there forever as she softly stroked my cock, but, as all good things must come to an end, Rose finally stood up facing me, with my hardness pressed firmly between us. She put the bar of soap in my hand, and with a little fillip, turned around and presented her backside to me. I rather quickly soaped her back, and then moved downward. As hurriedly as I could, I soaped her legs and thighs, and, following her lead earlier, worked up a thick lather in my hands and started kneading and massaging her big beautiful ass! I was in heaven as I thoroughly worked over her lusciously rounded cheeks, squeezing and stroking them as Rose sighed with pleasure! She spread her legs for me and I slowly worked my hand between her cheeks, stroking back and forth along the length of her wonderful slit, and all the way up the cleft of her ass to the very top and then back down again... I gently pressed against her side to guide her around facing me, and lathered up her beautiful bald cunt. She rewarded me by placing one of her feet up on the ledge inside the shower stall, thus opening herself up nicely to me gaze, and to my hands as well. I massaged her lips gently, and then slipped my fingers up into her pussy, sliding them in and out until I felt she shudder in orgasm! I continued my ministrations until I felt her orgasm subside, then stood up and started to work on her perky little titties as she leaned back against the wall. They felt wonderfully firm and supple as I massaged them through a thick lather, then I focused entirely on her long, thick nipples – gently squeezing and stretching them, pulling and squeezing, pulling and squeezing...

We finally broke our embrace, and after a thorough rinsing, sensuously dried each other off and headed into the bedroom, with Rose in the lead. She lay down on the bed and beckoned me to her side. As I stretched out beside her she hugged me close and said

"Jason honey, I know you're still horny, but I'm so very tired right now! Let's just nap for a little while, and then, sweetheart, I promise I take care of that nice hard cock of yours!"

With that, she reached down and took my aching boner in her hand and gently stroked me.

"Of course Rose," I responded, "I could really use a little sleep myself."

"Thanks baby" she said with a grin, as she snuggled up closer "I really will make it up to you later!"

Amazingly enough, I fell asleep within a few moments and slept like a log for almost 2 hours. When I finally awoke, I was momentarily startled to find myself in bed with Rose, but quickly remembered how, and why, I was here at her side. She was still sound asleep, so I gently eased out of bed and went into the bathroom to pee. This was no easy matter, as I still had a raging hardon, but, after a little maneuvering, was able to conduct my business. As I went back into the bedroom I saw that Rose had rolled over onto her stomach while I was gone, and was now lying there with her legs slightly spread – exposing her lovely full ass and beautiful cunt to my hungry eyes! I gently sat at the foot of the bed and softly ran my hand up the back of her legs. She slowly spread her legs farther apart at my touch, and then was completely open to my gaze. I almost gasped as her asshole was exposed to my view! I had never seen anything so blatantly erotic in my life! It looked about the size of a half-dollar and was slightly darker than the surrounding area, delicately ridged and tightly wrinkled. Nothing, nothing I had ever seen turned me on so much as this exquisite sight! I gently massaged her big, round ass, and leaned closer and closer to get a better look at her tight little rosebud. My heart was pounding in my ears as I bent even closer and began slowly licking Rose's gloriously solid cheeks! I worked my way slowly to the cleft of her ass. I don't really know if Rose had awakened by now, but, she had spread her legs further and further apart as I ran my tongue over her bottom, so, as I now had the perfect opportunity, I tentatively licked toward her asshole itself. It was an incredibly exciting moment when I finally reached her sweetly puckered rosette, and Rose let out a gasp as I ran my tongue back and forth over it. I licked and licked at this new delight, and my cock became so hard that it literally hurt as I savored her. Within moments, it seemed, Rose rose to her hands and knees in front of me, and said;

"Jason, oh Jason, give me your cock baby! Put in me now, baby, now!" I hesitated momentarily in confusion, then she urgently said "Kneel in back of me in put your cock in sweetheart" I hurriedly did as she asked, and as I guided my aching cock between her puffy lips she said "Give it to me just like you did earlier honey, nice short strokes so I can feel all of your cock inside me while you fuck me! Oh yes, Jason, that's it honey, fuck your Grandmother, fuck your Grandmother!"

I was somewhat startled to hear Rose refer to herself in that manner, but figured she must have got caught up in the moment, and, I must admit, it did feel deliciously decadent to work my hard cock in and out of her sweet, hot cunt while she said it! When I came I thought I would pass out, and Rose also orgasmed at the same moment! We both slowly collapsed onto the bed, but almost immediately she sat up, bent over me, and began licking and sucking my still-hard cock! She licked both our juices from my stiff little cock, and I knew, absolutely knew, that no matter how long I lived, I would never experience the true sexual bliss I felt with Rose as my guide, mentor and partner!

Rose and I had a truly incredible summer, and beyond. We refined our technique to the point where we were in close sexual harmony, and, truly, fucked our brains out! We spent most of our time in the nude, and would have sex whenever, and wherever, the mood struck. For the most part we spent all our time together, and except when one of Rose's friends would stop by for a visit, had few interruptions to our sexual escapades. However, there was one of Rose's friends who did drop by unannounced a little too often for my liking, but, of course, I didn't really it was appropriate that I should complain.

Her friend was a 40-something black woman named Wanda Nichols, and she was physically quite different than Rose. Wanda was a statuesque woman, well over six feet tall, and quite buxom. She was very, very pretty, and, very, very dark-skinned. Tall, lush, friendly and outgoing. The only problem I had with Wanda was that she was cutting into my "sex time" with Rose, but that was eventually resolved rather satisfactorily, and if you would like, I'll share the solution with you!



A Rose By Any Other Name



"So the area is three-fifths, then?"

That's what Emily said, but I didn't hear her say it.

"Is that right?"

I looked away from the black bra strap on her shoulder and nodded. "Perfect. I think you've got it."

Emily smiled, a lock of black hair falling over her right eye, and circled her answer. "Yeah," she said, "I think everything's becoming much clearer." And then, maybe, just maybe, she winked at me.

She looked back down at her calculus book and began copying the next problem into her notebook in her tight, precise handwriting. With her eyes looking down, I was free to steal another glance at her bare shoulder, the oversized green sweater slipping off to the left, and the satin black bra strap that led down toward the slight hint of cleavage between her breasts, like a path into a dark forest.

I glanced at her notebook and saw the first couple steps she had written down. "Good, you're on the right track," I said, and she nodded and paused, placing one end of her pencil between her lips. I didn't say anything, and a moment later she put the pencil back to the paper and kept working.

This was Emily's first year of college, and she found one of the flyers I posted on bulletin boards around campus. She called me about four months ago and we had been working together since then -- her math was improving steadily, and with a couple of months left in the semester, she had a definite chance to get an A in calculus.

As someone who tutors a fair number of college students, it's frequently difficult to not get attracted to the females, and Emily was no exception. In fact, there was no way I couldn't be attracted to Emily, and, after our first few appointments, I had given up trying and just started stealing glances whenever she was looking elsewhere.

Emily wasn't what you would call gorgeous in the traditional sense -- undeniably, the best word to describe her was sexy. She had this perfectly tight body -- narrow legs, hips that curved gently wider, perfectly-natural breasts that seemed to have that subtle rise that only natural tits have, stunning red lips, creamy skin, and black hair that dropped to midway down her back. It was the black hair that is perfectly straight and somehow always grabs the light in just the right way. It was the black hair that only Asian girls seem to be lucky enough to have, and she had it in spades.

I looked at the last step in her notebook, and Emily circled her answer before I could even tell her it was correct. "Good. And confident," I told her, "and we're out of time."

Emily smiled at me again and brushed the lock of hair out of her eyes with her small hands, revealing her deep blue eyes. "Thanks, Curt. This really makes a lot more sense now."

"No problem," I said, standing up and holding my pad of scratch paper in front of my crotch to hide the beginning of an erection. "I'm glad."

Emily stood up. "I'll get my mom to pay you," she said, and she walked out of the room, my eyes following closely. She was wearing incredibly tight jeans, the kind of jeans that leave you wondering how girls even fit into them. The jeans seemed to lift her ass up, molding it into these two perfect globes, and I thought I saw, riding along her right hip, a sliver of her black panties, a little g-string strap. Maybe. And as she rounded the corner, a little red embroidered rose peeked out from the top of the g-string, right above her gorgeous ass.

A moment later, there was Emily's mom. Looking at Emily's mom, you could tell where Emily got it from. Her mom was taller, her hair cut shorter and her breasts fuller, but she had the same amazing skin, the same sexy hips, and the same fashion sense as her daughter. She came into the room in a miniskirt and a spaghetti-strap top that showed that same gentle rise of her tits, just enough that it got your imagination working without giving anything away. Her mom seemed to always be wearing high-heels and today was no exception, her feet hugged by red leather shoes that came to a point at the tip and had inch-and-a-half heels. I smiled.

"Curt, thanks so much. Emily says it makes sense now." I nodded. "So we'll see you next week," she said, "same time, same place," and she pressed a few folded twenties into my hand.

"Sure thing, Miss May," I said, "and thanks."

"No problem," she said. "And call me Tanya."

And then, maybe, just maybe, she winked at me. Like mother, like daughter.





A Rose By Any Other Name



I said the only thing I could as she sucked the last shot of come from my cock: "Fuck, yes."





A Rose by Any Other Name



Steve Welker hated his job. He had learned quickly that the promise of a good job after college was a myth that fooled the 1.5 million graduates each year. Fortunately he had received his degree in accounting, which gave him far better prospects than the poor bastards graduating with a degree in History or English. Still, it could be better; recruited by a mid-sized auditing firm, and with no other options, he had settled for life as a "floater." After a year at the head office, which gave him enough time to pass his certification exams, they sent him on the road. He bounced from office to office, filling in where extra help was needed and occasionally flying out to meet clients alone.

Their financial logic was sound, if not a little harsh; since he spent 230 days out of the year on the road, they cut his pay significantly. Steve had always thought it was supposed to work the other way around, but was desperate enough for a job that he didn't fight it. Instead of trying to maintain an apartment on his meager salary, he simply slept wherever he could when not on the road: at a friend or family member's place, or in a hotel if he had collected enough chain loyalty points or frequent flyer miles to swing it without too much of his own money.

When the plane touched down in Dallas, he sighed and collected his carry-on from the overhead apartment. Making his way through the crowd towards the baggage collection area, he waited for his small suitcase to come around. Tucking both straps over his shoulder and smoothing out his suit jacket, Steve walked outside and turned. The dusty, humid air hit him like a wall; pulling on a pair of sunglasses, he could already feel a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. Stepping away from the crowd jostling for taxis, he moved down the line and nodded to a driver leaning against his hood smoking a cigarette. Tossing his bags into the backseat, he shut the door and felt the car rumble to a start.

Steve surfed the web on his phone while the cab rambled south on 360 towards Arlington. He settled on a La Quinta Inn, figuring that the $49.99/night rate plus tax would fit into the $60/night accommodations budget that he was allotted. Usually, if he got away from the airport and closer to the edges of town, there were plenty of chain motels that would fit into his price range. Giving the cab driver the address, he kept his eyes down and scanned through the emails he had received while on the flight.

"You here on business," the cab driver asked with a glance in the rearview mirror.

"Mmhm," Steve mumbled.

What gave it away, he wanted to ask. Flying in to hell's hotbox in a fucking suit?

Dallas, in his experience, was an exceedingly boring place. When anyone thinks of Dallas, the immediate next step is the events surrounding JFK...and when a presidential assassination is what you're known for, all bets are off. One of his first trips on the road had been Dallas, nearly a year ago, and he had spent what little free time he had exploring it with gusto. His second visit to the city had been a little less exciting...the third had bordered on mundane, and he expected the fourth to be no less than agony.

When the cab swung into the hotel parking lot and stopped, Steve pulled out his wallet and handed the cab driver $40.

The front doors to the hotel were closed, he hoped in an effort to keep the inside cool against the stifling heat outside. The second set of doors was propped open by a stack of phone books; Steve suspected that they were broken, the hinges probably worn from years of disrepair. Stepping up the desk, appraised his selection; as expected, the lobby had the smell of cleaning solution; everything seemed clean, if not a little worn. Between the front desk and elevators was a small seating area, comprised of mismatched furniture that had probably been purchased in the 90s, and already used at the time.

Seated on one of the small sofas was a rather thin woman, texting on a pre-paid cell phone and kicking around a small bag at her feet. She glanced up, her lips curling back in a smile that displayed an unfortunate set of crooked teeth. She probably wondered what someone like Steve was doing in such a place; he had stopped asking that question months ago. Her dark hair was lusterless and unkempt, her clothing as new and well-cared for as everything else in sight: a shirt that seemed one size too large, and a pair of cotton and spandex pants that hugged her pockmarked body and had seen better days. She certainly wouldn't win any beauty contests, but it was nothing a few hundred dollars couldn't fix.

Already feeling out of place in a suit, the desk clerk's faded and cigarette-burn covered "uniform" shirt did little to ease his apprehension. Having gone through the check-in process countless times before, he let his mind wander while the clerk booked him into a king-sized room with a desk.

Taking the small card-sized folder she offered him with "507" written on the outside, Steve picked up his bags and walked towards the elevator. He took another look at the woman seated on the sofa, wondered what she was doing, and immediately forgot about her as he rode up to his room and dropped his bags at the foot of the bed.

Changing into a t-shirt and shorts, he flipped open the hotel guide and looked at the list of nearby restaurants. Killing nearly an hour by slowly rereading the guide, and figuring that no one ever went wrong with Applebee's, he retraced his steps back outside and down the street.

After a salad and a beer, he sat and nursed another draft to postpone returning to the hotel. Finally squaring up the bill, he headed back to his room. The walk felt like one he had taken a hundred times in a hundred different cities: the sound of a nearby interstate, the smell of exhaust fumes, and the occasional bit of garbage that blew across the dusty sidewalk in front of his feet.

As he padded down the silent hall, thumbing his keys, the woman from the lobby came into view. She was leaning against the small alcove by the room across from his.

"Hey baby," she said with a snaggle-toothed grin, slurring her words a little.

Shifting from one foot to the other, she hooked her index finger into the collar of her shirt and pulled it aside, exposing a few inches of equally pale skin and the edge of a small tattoo.

"You look like you could use some company."

There it is, he thought to himself. It was one of the two phrases he had come across too many times to count. "You look like you could use some company" and "Are you looking to party" were virtually interchangeable, both putting forth the same statement: I'll fuck you if you pay me.

He had been with his fair share of escorts, usually one every few months when he was in the mood and couldn't pick someone up at a local bar. But the streetwalking type he had avoided, each reason for doing so as good as the next. He didn't bother to question whether she was at the hotel to actively seek out clientele, or if she just decided that she could use a few extra dollars and saw him as a potential candidate.

With a chuckle, Steve shook his head and turned to go into his room. He heard her step across the hallway, but didn't have time to turn before she pressed into his back. Reaching around, she grabbed at his crotch.

 "Come on baby, I'll make you feel real good."

"Yeah, I bet," he said with an uncomfortable smile as her hand fumbled down the inside of his thigh.

Shrugging his shoulder to try and get rid of her, Steve opened his door and walked in. When he turned to shut the door, he found that she had pushed her way over the threshold. Shutting the door, he turned and watched her walk into the room. Staggering away from him, each step more unstable than the last, her hands reached back to bunch up her hair in a poor attempt at seduction. When he had followed her past the end of the bed, she turned and smiled at him.

"My name is Rose," she whispered.

He could smell alcohol on her breath, and lots of it.

Curious as to whether she would ask his name, and already scrambling to come up with a fake one if she did, Steve watched as she reached out and hooked her hands around his neck. The feel of her fingers playing with the back of his hair made him a little uncomfortable. Licking her lips, she looked up at him.

"So what are you interested in, baby? You want me to suck your cock?"

What the hell, he thought. She can't want more than a few bucks. He figured that he would be able to get rid of her with the $10 bill in his wallet, provided he didn't let her see the rest. He also thought that it would be more trouble than it was worth to try and get rid of her now, and assumed that was part of her modus operandi.

Steve grunted a response, and she took that as a yes. Rose pushed him lightly on the chest; feeling the bed hit the back of his legs, Steve sat down.

"I bet you got a huge cock," she whispered, running her hands down his chest and over his thighs.

Proposition, seduction, and flattery; she had tried the three-step process, failing miserably at each. Turning around, she dropped down onto his lap. He instinctively flinched as soon as he realized that she had flopped down without any care to look at what she may be landing on. Grinding his teeth, he adjusted her as she started to grind. He had to admit that, if nothing else, her ass was at least firm. There didn't appear to be a shred of fat on her body, no doubt finely tuned by a steady diet of crack.

Gripping his knees, she rubbed her ass back and forth on his crotch in what he assumed was an attempt at a lap dance. It wasn't until he reached up to grab at her small breasts and maneuver her body in the right direction that it had any effect. Finally, after nearly ten minutes (a period that he liked to think would have been much longer if not for the two beers he had consumed), he began to grow stiff under her. Unable to miss the feeling of his shaft prodding and pressing into her, Rose pushed herself off and turned to face him.

Reaching towards the foot of the bed, Steve dug around in his bag and found a condom. Pushing Rose off of his lap, Steve felt along the edge for the small indentation that he could use to open it.

"You don't need that, sweetie," she said, reaching to take the condom from his hand.

Yeah, right, he thought to himself. Lifting it away from her grasping fingers, Steve tore open the wrapper. Holding the rubber disk in one hand, he lifted himself off of the bed and pulled the front of his shorts and boxers down together. Centering the condom over his shaft, he carefully rolled it down the length of his cock until the tight ring was snug against his sack.

Leaning forward, Rose took the first half of his covered member between her lips and started sucking. Without fail, she disappointed him yet again; her mouth moved too fast to tease, but too slow for anything else. It was nothing short of an uninterested, monotonous, "I'm just trying to do this and get the fuck out of here" act that took away any fleeting pretext that she was after more than money. Steve let her hair fall into her face, partly because he didn't want to look at it and partly because he couldn't be bothered to sweep it aside.

After several minutes, Steve grew bored; he knew that at the rate she was going, it would be hours before he came...and that was if he could at all. The likely outcome would be him finishing himself off. Fuck that. I might as well get what I can out of her.

Reaching down, he put his hands on the back of her head. In one fluid motion, he thrust off of the bed and stood up; his shorts hit the floor, pooling around his feet. Rose gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, her eyes widening in surprise. Her neck tried to pull back, but his hands kept her lips pressed snugly against his loins. Slowly pulling his hips back, Steve watched the head of his cock drop from her lips. She took a deep breath, then sucked in the saliva that had crept out onto the edges of her mouth.

"What are you..."

Before she could finish, he pushed his length back into her mouth and began to move her head back and forth on his shaft. Every time he thrust her head down on his cock, either a choking sound or groan of protest would emanate from her lips. She looked up at him with red eyes, her makeup starting to smear a little. Rose brought her hands up, bracing them on his thighs and trying to slow down his pace. Realizing that his progress towards an orgasm was almost as slow as it had been when she was left to her own volition, Steve let her spit his cock out.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he turned and pulled her to the edge of the bed. While her lips sucked in lungful after lungful of air, he dragged a pillow from the headboard over to where her face met the comforter; in the event that Rose tried to make any unnecessary noises, he could shove her face into it to muffle the sound.

Reaching down, Steve lifted his shirt up and off of his body, leaving him completely naked. Tossing it over the desk next to the bed, he stepped towards her and bent down. His hands roamed over her legs, ending at the waistband of her pants; hooking his fingers under the elastic, he roughly snatched them over her ass and down to her thighs, then down and off of her legs. Nestled between the cheeks of her ass was a thin ribbon of dark blue material; seizing the waistband of her panties, he pulled them down to her thighs. He briefly toyed with the idea of taking them off and pushing them into her mouth, but decided it wasn't necessary at the moment. Cocking his head to the side, he could see her exposed pussy.

Dry as a damn bone, he thought. Fortunately, the condom sheathing his rod still glistened with her saliva.

Lifting her up until her waist was bend around the edge of the mattress, he put his hand in the middle of her back and squatted down. Spreading her legs with his feet, Steve used his free hand to guide the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy. Raising his hips and thrusting forward, she gasped as he buried every inch of his length inside of her. Planting his feet on the floor and holding on to her waist, he began to thrust. Her arms began to flail, trying to swing back and make contact with him. When she finally did, her fist weakly slapping against his thigh, Steve stopped and raised his hand.

Bringing his arm down sharply, Steve's palm hit her exposed cheek; she gasped, recoiling from the slap. Her skin flushed a little, and he gave her ass a light squeeze. After waiting to see if she continued resisting, and seeing her stretch her arms out across the bed, he resumed.

Reaching down and hooking his hands under thighs, he lifted her ass up off of the bed. Thrusting his hips forward and pulling her back into him at the same time, he quickly fell into a steady rhythm. The steady sound of their skin slapping together grew louder and faster, celebrating the state of her flesh pressed firmly into his loins and his cock buried deep inside of her. She continued to squirm, signaling her vexation but not enough to warrant another cuff; still, he raised his palm and brought it down firmly on her ass. The strike made her lurch forward, his shaft slipping from her entirely.

Reaching down, Steve slipped his arm under her throat and lifted her off of the bed at a forty-five degree angle. His other arm held her stomach, holding her in place to receive him. Bending his knees, he let his cock find its way back to her entrance and thrust upward.

As his hips bucked back and forth, Rose lifted her hands up to the arm around her throat and gripped it tightly. He was unsure as to whether or not she was simply holding on, or struggling to breath. Assuming the latter, he loosened his hold on her without relinquishing any control. He continued to plunge into her for what seemed like an hour, her moderately used walls failing to have a significant effect. Finally, he began to feel his loins tingling. Nearing the end, he shoved her back down onto the bed and reached for her knees.

Picking up her legs and holding them back in a "V" shape with her feet pointed straight back, he pushed forward into her. It didn't take long for the feeling in his groin to return, and then spread up his spine and out to his extremities. His entire body was burning, partially from physical exertion and the rest from his rapidly approaching orgasm. His rhythm became less regular, nose-diving into downright sporadic in the quest for complete release.

With a grunt, Steve arched his back and thrust forward one last time. The head of his cock erupted, his heavy balls draining as wave after wave of his sticky seed pulsed into the condom. When he was sure that it was over and his member began to soften, he carefully pulled out of her and stood up.

Dropping her legs, he heard her gasp when her knees hit the corner of the mattress. Stepping out from between her legs and sitting down next to her, he slowly peeled off the condom and tied the top into a knot. Dropping it next to her head, he watched at her eyes slowly glanced over at it.

"I'll bet you would have loved for me to shoot that load deep inside of you," he whispered.

His hand wandered over her lower back, index finger slowly stroking the indentation above her waist.

"But if you think I would waste a drop of cum on a whore like you, you're wrong." With that, he brought his hand down again on her reddening cheek.

She whimpered in response, a tear streaming down her face and staining the pillow. Steve stood up, and pushed her up onto the bed. She instinctively curled up, sobbing quietly. Pulling his boxers back on, he picked up the condom; carrying it into the bathroom, he flushed it away and watched as the repository swirled, quickly disappearing down the pipes.

***

Steve was sitting at the desk, pecking out an email when he heard the bedspread rustle. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Rose squirming against the bonds he had placed her in while she lay asleep, just after he stripped off her remaining clothing and piled it in the corner. His belts, one casual and one dress, had each been looped around an ankle and hooked through the bed frame, keeping her legs spread as wide as possible. A pair of socks had sufficed to bind her hands; they were dress socks, and held enough elasticity to securely tie her hands down on the other side of the bed. Glancing at the clock, he calculated that she had been asleep for 2 hours.

"Well, look who's awake."

Standing up and striding over to the bed, he reached back and brought his palm down on her rear. She bucked against her restraints, whimpering when he struck her.

"And I'll bet you're just dying for round two, aren't you?"

His fingers gripped her ass, spreading it apart far enough for him to see what he had already decided would be his next undertaking.

"Please," she whispered with a sniffle. "Please let me go. I swear I won't tell no one."

"Tell them what? That you were selling ten-dollar blowjobs, and I got a little rough? No one is going to believe a crackwhore like you."

Standing up, Steve walked over to his bag and dug around in the side pocket. The sound of glass clinking together filled the air as he fished out two small, single-serving mini bottle of vodka. Unscrewing the lid on one, he walked around the bed and sat down next to Rose's head.

"Especially when you can't blow under the legal limit."

He forced the mouth of the bottle past her lips and teeth, tipping the contents into her mouth. He watched her throat ripple as she swallowed, a small cough escaping her lips. Unscrewing the second bottle, he held it up; she tried to turn her head, groaning negatively. With a sigh, he reached down and firmly pinched her nostrils shut. After a few seconds, her mouth opened with a gasping sound. He dumped the contents of the second bottle into her throat, and held her nose until she swallowed again.  




A Rose by Any Other Name



"There's a good girl."

Setting the bottles on the bedside table, he walked around behind her and stripped off his underwear. While she had been asleep, Steve had spent nearly an hour looking at various online porn sites. Recalling one of the videos he had flipped through, he slowly stroked himself to full mast. Ah, the benefits of youth. Fetching another condom from his bag, he tore it open and rolled it on.

For a moment, he thought about giving her the opportunity to moisten the exterior with her mouth. Afraid that she may feel the need to bite down on him, Steve instead fished out a small single-use tube of lubricant and twisted off the top. Smearing it over the condom, he wiped his hand on the bedspread.

Kneeling behind her, his knees pressed against the insides of her thighs, he used one hand to pull her ass apart and another to aim his shaft at her small, puckered hole. When the tip of his cock lightly pressed against her, she realized what he was doing. Squirming, trying to move her rear away, he put his hand on her waist and held her down against the bed.

"No, please, I don't think..."

"Shut up."

When the head of his cock breached her entrance, Rose whimpered; leaning forward, he mercilessly let his body weight press his entire length into her in one fluid motion. Every inch brought a new groan or sound of protest. Covering her body with his, Steve leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear. Her hair reeked of cigarette smoke, making him turn his head and take a deep breath.

"It would be in your best interest to stay quiet," he whispered.

One hand snaked under her throat; the other crept under her chest, finding one of her small nipples. Giving it a hard pinch, he listened to her squeal through closed lips. Rocking back, he slowly began to grind against her.

"You didn't think that I would waste my time on your sorry excuse for a pussy, did you?"

"But," she protested, before he tightened his grip on her windpipe and silenced her.

Placing his knees on either side of her, Steve slipped his cock in and out of her, his upper torso still pressing down into her. He palmed her entire breast, squeezing it harshly. His decision to take her ass had been by process of elimination. The first two orifices he had sampled did little to provide more than basic pleasure, so it was only logical that he try the third. After all, she had offered herself to him. It may have been conditional, but it was an offer nonetheless. Had she not displayed such a poor performance when left on her own, none of what had followed would have happened.

Her walls squeezed his shaft, both welcoming and fearing each thrust. Surprisingly, it didn't take him long to peak. Had the situation been any different, he may have delayed his impending climax; he would have taken care to observe her needs, to keep his thrusts slower and more tender. Rose, however, was nothing more than an object, a receptacle for him.

Thrusting forward, his feet lifted up in the air. He came with a hiss, caused by the sudden intake of air between clenched teeth. Steve's nerves and senses seemed to rush forward, convening in his loins and exiting his body all at once. For a moment, he stayed on top of her and caught his breath. Once he was sure that he was finished, he slowly peeled his sweaty torso off of her.

Lifting his body off of her, Steve landed on his feet and looked down at her. Tearing off the slippery condom, he slowly padded into the bathroom and submitted it to the same treatment as the first. When he reentered the bedroom, Rose had resumed sobbing quietly. She wouldn't look at him, but he could tell by the slight turn of her head that she was curious as to what would come next, and at the same time slightly fearful.

You've served your purpose, he thought, the image of a handprint still barely discernable on her ass.

Pulling on his shorts, Steve walked over to where her feet lay bound. Slipping the buckles open, he carefully unfastened her feet. Taking care to stay out of range, should she choose to try and kick him, he set the belts aside and made his way to her head.

"I don't suppose I need to go through all of the 'If you say anything, I'll come and find you,' do I?"

"No," she whispered with a sniffle, her eyes cut downwards.

His fingers worked the knots binding her hands, slowly untying them. When she lay unrestricted on the bed, he grabbed her under the arm.

"Get up."

Dragging Rose off of the bed, and letting her stand on her shaky feet, he pulled her towards the door. Cracking it open and looking up and down the hall to make sure no one was looking, Steve shoved her out into the hallway. Grabbing her clothes in a bundle, he pitched them towards her. Not even bothering to see what she did, he closed the door and locked the deadbolt. Swinging the safety latch over, Steve sighed and cut on the bathroom lights. He heard the door across the hall open and close quickly, and smiled.

Twenty minutes later, Steve had showered and was lying in bed. Reaching over, he scrolled down the calendar on his phone and confirmed that he had to be up and gone by 7:30. Setting the alarm for 6:00, he flicked off the light and rolled over; quickly closing his eyes and drifting off, Steve dropped into one of the deepest sleeps that he had experienced in two years.



A Rose by Any Other Name...



Matt was a cutie. He'd been kind of watching me surreptitiously from under his foppish, blonde hair every chemistry lesson since the beginning of term. At first, I thought he disapproved of me... one of only three girls in the A-Level retake class, I was my usual slightly brash, very chatty self and more than capable of holding my own both socially and academically. I kinda resented being back at school though and that made me all the more antsie, but I needed those A* grades for Fitzwilliam. That was more important than being an eighteen-year-old in school uniform. Matt, I decided, was an albino Goth, or an Emo who had been bleached by the summer sun. Either way, I pictured dipping him in black ink to release him from the spell of a white witch and return him to his clan. Yet here I was, gazing into the languid depths of his clear blue eyes feeling very young and naive, yet knowing I had stepped across the threshold of womanhood.

It all began with our usual after school gathering at Starbucks. 1SS they called our tutor group and we were all in the same boat; grades not quite good enough for Oxbridge; Medicine; Vet sci or whatever, but determined to fix it. We looked like refugees from a St Trinnians movie in our uniforms so we had taken to gathering for a coffee and a change of clothes before spending a couple of hours discussing our work, politics, the latest 'Big Brother' scandal and the like. And so it was earlier today...

I know I should have been more careful to lock the door to the restroom, but there I was, frozen like a scared rabbit, my startled eyes looking into those familiar blue pupils, now fixed in a similarly startled expression. Time stopped... and in the mirror I saw my long legs in black stockings, my white school shirt unbuttoned and gaping, and my lacy bra allowing just a promise of something more. I saw my lacy black garter belt, one suspender waiting to be fastened, and I saw myself, framed and tempting and bare apart from a whispy fuzz of carefully trimmed hair. And then time caught up.

"Oh my God; Oh My God; OH MY GOD!" I yelped, moving to cover myself and grasping clothes from my bag. 

Matt stammered incoherently, but his eyes snapped up to meet mine and stayed there; that earned him MAJOR Brownie points! 

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Cee", he eventually managed, and he backed out of the door, pulling it closed behind him. 

I felt my tears welling up; the blush growing, first in my cheeks, then flowing over me making my nipples tingle and drawing my hand towards that place between my thighs, and just as I thought I would cry, uncontrollable laughter overwhelmed me leaving me breathless and joyous and, yes; crying.

When I walked back into Starbucks, now changed and ready for the evening, I expected knowing looks from my school friends... but nothing. Just the normal banter and gossip. It wasn't normal, though, I had stepped into a different world, one where Matt smiled at me, winked and asked if he could buy me a coffee. More Brownie points. And so it was that an hour later I found myself standing on a bench in the middle of the rose garden at Walton Gardens.

I love warm spring evenings and the scent of early roses was intoxicating. The rose garden is like a maze and I was looking out across hedges, watching people enjoying an evening stroll, Matt sitting beside me, stroking my calf and sending shivers all the way up my leg. I had on a below the knee, quite full but very soft summer skirt with an Hawaiian print in bright blues and greens.

"So..." Matt began with a slightly wicked glint in his eye, "I'm assuming you found your knickers earlier?" 

I smiled, and kicked him playfully. "Why don't you find out?" I teased. 

A husky groan escaped from Matt's throat and I parted my legs slightly as his hands slowly moved higher. He found my stocking-tops as my fingers found my nipples and squeezed, my eyes closed and my legs felt like jelly. Slowly, Matt explored the smooth, bare skin at the top of my legs, edging closer and closer to my secret.

I almost collapsed at the gentle touch of Matt's fingertips between my warm and by now very wet lips. I looked down at him, savouring the wonderment and delight in his eyes as he lifted my skirt and gently placed a kiss on my most secret place. I was so close to the edge it was almost painful as he stroked me, circling my sensitive spot and dipping in and out of my wetness until... with the certainty of the mill stream flowing towards the weir, I tipped over the edge and into the wild waters of my climax. As my body pulsed, I dropped to the bench and clung to Matt, kissing him deeply until eventually the world came back into focus. Only then did I realise my hand was squeezing not Matt's arm, but something much more interesting... and it was clearly enjoying it.

"Stand up", I said, tracing the outline of the bulge in Matt's Chinos with my fingertips, "my turn". Matt took my place standing on the bench, the most endearingly expectant grin on his face as I unfastened his buttons, one by one, savouring the gradual revelation that I was not the only one who had lost my knickers. 

"How long?" I asked, as my hand closed around Matt's strong, hard shaft. 

"Since I changed in school", he said, "I had a feeling..."

Matt gasped and his eyes glazed over as I stroked back and forth over his smooth and shiny hardness; it was so lovely, that squeaky, tight, texture. I knew I needed it in my mouth and I leaned forwards parting my lips and guiding with my tongue. Smooth and hot, and... alive! The little twitches, the moans, the jerks as I moved my mouth back and forth, flicking circles with my tongue, savouring the taste and the texture; it all had me squirming as much as Matt. 

I realised my hand was under my skirt, deep between my legs as I felt Matt swell still more, now filling my mouth with hot pressure, controlling the small movements... tensing, lost in the sensations until... he froze, holding my head still and tensing, perfectly still himself. As my own body let go I felt Matt's pulsing begin; powerful, earthy, primeval almost as I drank in his cool, salty essence, feeling it squirt powerfully over my tongue and spill out between my lips, smelling like a fresh, young Brie.

Wow! How could something I used to think sounded so gross be so amazing? We hadn't been quiet though, and, had we moved more slowly, it would have been more than a suspicious look we'd have got from the park ranger. But now, as the sun began to sink low in the sky, we were lying under the trees, looking into each other's eyes and knowing that today we had grown up just a little... and we had done it together.



A Rose by Any Other Name



I was fresh out of university and looking for my dream job. I soon realised that was going to be harder than I thought and had to start looking farther afield. I didn't want to leave my home town but there just wasn't any work, eventually I found a job over 150 miles from home in a new city up north. 

I was 23 and living back with my parents, I had no money coming in so renting a place to myself wasn't an option. I looked into house sharing but that was still out of my budget the cheapest option was to become a lodger. After a bit of searching I managed to arrange lodgings in a Victorian terrace belonging to a very pleasant older lady over the phone.

I had to get a train up north the weekend before my new job started so I arrived with a rucksack and a suit bag and got the bus to my new place. After consulting my newly bought AtoZ I found the street with the new house on it and felt very nervous as I walked up the front door and knocked. I hadn't seen the room and had no idea what the place was going to be like but the price was right.

The door was answered by an elderly woman maybe about 60ish, I say elderly everyone above 35 is ancient when your 23. She smiled an invited me in, the house clean and tidy if a bit dated for my tastes. My bedroom was sparse with a double bed, a desk and a chest of drawers with a small TV on top. I was quite pleased if a little underwhelmed, well I only really needed a place to sleep anyway, and I was hoping to make friends at work for socialising.

My landlady was very polite and friendly; I was the same back, talking to her like you do to older people. She was quite plain to look at, dyed brown shoulder length hair, a bit over weight. She had a round belly and large round breasts, she dressed quite smart blouse, skirt and tights. There was always a fair bit of cleavage on show; I had a look whenever I could. 

The following day was Sunday and spent it exploring my new city and doing a bit of shopping; I had use of the kitchen but had to buy my own food. I started my job on the Monday and soon settled into a routine of working quite late, home, eat, shower then bed. 

My landlady who's name was Rose was normally just watching TV in the sitting room when I got home, we didn't really spend any time together. We talked more on the weekends, I discovered her husband had died 8 years previously; she obviously missed him a lot. I became quite find of Rose she was a nice lady and I began to think of her like a grandmother.

I didn't have a girlfriend at the time, my only sexual release was wanking in the shower or in bed. One Saturday I woke up with morning wood and decided to rub one out, I had a few porno mags stashed under my bed for inspiration. I was lazily stroking myself when I hear faint scraping sounds from Rose's room next door; this was unusual as she was normally up and out of bed well before I was. I could hear noise coming from her room until I finally came and cleaned myself up. I got up and had some breakfast downstairs, Rose came down a short time after and we chatted. 

The next morning was the same, I always wake up with a hard dick and if I don't need to piss too badly I enjoy starting the day with a wank. I could hear scraping noises from Rose's room again this time I got up and put my ear to the wall, hardon bouncing as I made my way across the room. The noise had stopped I couldn't hear anything at all, so I resumed pleasuring myself on the bed. The noises came back so I stopped and listened, the noise had gone. This was freaking me out a bit now so I put my ear to the wall again and listened, nothing. It was then I noticed a small pin prick of light, on inspection there was a small hole in the wall, when I looked through I could see into Rose's room.

I was shocked, had she been spying on me? I didn't think that was something she would do. I decided to do a test I got back on the bed and started pumping my now rapidly deflating cock. After about a minute there were the scraping noises and then the light coming from the hole in the wall was blocked, by Rose I assumed. I found this quite exciting and the thought of being watched tipped me over the edge and I shot my load. Instead of discreetly without making too much mess I came as hard as could, firing hot white jets of cum all over the bed sheet. Well I was on show and I wanted to make a good impression.

I cleaned up got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Again Rose was down a short time after and we chatted as we had a cup of tea as if nothing had happened. I don't think she knew that I knew her secret yet. The next time she was out I checked the house for other spy holes, there was another in the bathroom which also shared a wall with Rose's bedroom like my own. I checked her room and peaked into the holes, I had a view of my bed from one and the shower from the other. The scraping noises I realised were Rose moving a stool to sit on as did her spying; the holes were just the right height.

The idea of being watched was quite a turn on and I decided to have some fun. I started to wank in a way that afforded Rose the best view of me. In the shower I would stroke myself right in front of the hole and direct my cum at the spy hole, it was only the wall stopping her from getting a face full. I became more vocal, groaning loudly knowing she could hear. In response her noises got louder, I wasn't sure but I started to think she was masturbating too.

I was enjoying myself, I just don't think Rose realised I knew, she thought she was being very discreet but it was so obvious. Ether that or she didn't care. After a few weeks of this I could take it anymore I was going to have to confront her about it. I was a bit angry about her spying but found it so arousing when I was horny. 

The next Saturday morning I was a bit hung-over, still a bit drunk I think. I walked naked to the bathroom and had a long piss, I knew rose was watching me through the wall and my cock started to stiffen. I made a show of shaking my cock after the piss and pulling my foreskin back and forth until I was really stiff, I did this for a few minutes.

I then thought fuck it and quick walked out of the bathroom and into Rose's room bollock naked with a big hardon. Rose was sitting on her stool; legs spread with no knickers on, her hands had shot up to her face in shock at my sudden entrance. I could see her wet pussy as she sat frozen looking straight at me, it was covered in light, thin hair and was clearly soaking. She had a dull white bra on but nothing else, my cock twitched at the sight of her.

From the look of utter shock on her face I immediately realise she had NO idea I knew she was spying on my. She was horrified to be caught out, I though she was going to burst into tears. I felt awful stood there with my throbbing dick pointing at her like a weapon, accusing her of being a pervert. There was a very long, very British silence where neither of us knew what to do or say. 

Suddenly I was the lodger and she was the landlady we most certainly should ever be in this sort of situation.

I broke the silence.

"I'm so sorry Rose; I shouldn't have burst in like that"

No response, she just sat there her hands covering her face. I kept glancing at her dripping wet pussy it was helping me maintain the erection I felt should probably go down.

"I've handled this badly; I should have talked to you about this instead of just blundering in."

Nothing.

I took a few steps closer and put my hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her, she responded by leaning closer to me and resting her head against my stomach. I rested my hand on top of her head. She stayed like that for about a minute just resting her head, I could feel her chin in my pubes my hard member inappropriately pointing over her other shoulder.

She slowly stood up, my cock ran all the way down her body as she did so, bouncing off her breasts along her belly following the contours of her body. We stood face to face; I didn't know which way this was going to go, I thought she might throw me out.

"No I'm sorry" she finally said. "I'm just very lonely, having male company has been wonderful and I think you're lovely."

I kept quite, just looked at her.

"Please forgive me, don't leave, I'll do anything"

There was desperation in her voice either from being caught or sexual frustration I wasn't sure.

"Its fine Rose, I don't mind you watching, I was enjoying it." 

In for a penny

"You can touch me if you like."

She didn't even pause for thought, I immediately felt her hands on my rock hard cock, and they felt wonderful. I was so excited; I suddenly wanted Rose more than any other woman in the world. As she gently rubbed my cock I reached behind her and undid her bra. Her heavy tits were released they hung down further than I thought; her bra was doing a hell of a job lifting them up. She had big saggy tits, milky white skin with light pink pert nipples. The sight of them made my cock twitch and Rose gripped my cock a bit harder and picked up the tempo.

I ran my hands over her tits, they were so soft, I was used to firm young tits these were something totally new to me, exciting. I lead her to her bed and she got on top lying on her back spreading her legs. She expected me to climb on top and fuck her, but I wanted to explore her body first I stood by the side of the bed. I ran my hand over her pussy, her hair was soft and wet, my middle finger slid inside with no effort at all, plenty off room, I added a second and was rewarded with a groan from Rose.

I gently finger fucked her, she was far from tight. I opened her hole by parting my fingers, she had a big pussy. It was warm and wet. Her pussy was dripping I could literally see drops of liquid running out of her it was making her asshole moist and there was already a wet patch on the sheets.

I felt her fingers wrap around my cock again as she resumed pumping. I could have cum at that moment I looked at her tits slightly sagging into her arm pits; I wanted to blow my load all over them.

She had her eyes closed enjoying the fingers inside her, she was panting and I was nearly ready to shoot. I climbed on top of her, she put her arms around my neck and I pushed my pulsating dick into her cunt. I gently pushed it inside her sliding in all the way to the hilt; she took every inch of me easily. A husky "Yes" was her response.

I began to fuck her, she felt amazing, and I was in heaven. I was eager to cum and pounding her quite hard grabbing her tits and scooping her nipples into my mouth hungrily licking them like in a porno movie.

I glanced up at her face and our eyes met, I felt a sudden rush of emotion. I cared about Rose and she deserved better than just being used as a quick fuck. I stopped pumping, she ran her finger through my hair and smiled, I lent in and kissed her, she returned the kiss with passion. This was the first time she had shown me any sense of passion, she came alive in my arms. We kissed for quite some time, my dick buried deep inside her, and I began to move in and out of her again. Slowly at first then harder as I felt her react beneath me.

I was thrusting hard at this point; her groans were getting louder so was the sound of my ball sack slapping against her ass. My balls were drenched in her cunt juice; I could hear squelching noises as my cock went in and out of her. She held me tighter as her orgasm was building; she pulled me in for more passionate kissing. 

I lost it, cumming hard deep inside her; I let out a loud moan as my ball drained filling her cunt with hot spunk. She wasn't ready stop so I kept going until she came. She went very still, her mouth wide open letting out a silent scream of ecstasy, eye rolling back into her skull.

I flopped on top of her letting my head rest on her tits, after a few moments of heavy panting as we both got out breath back I moved off of her. As I lent back I watched my cock slide out of her pussy. She was gaping, her cunt was open as my dick left it, closing slowly pushing out dribbles of my cum as it did. I watched my spunk as it ran over her ass hole to mingle with the pool of her own juice leaving a big wet patch on her sheets.

It was a marvellous sight, I watched Rose's tits move with the rise and fall of her chest as her panting subsided. She lay with her eyes closed legs spread far apart, enjoying the first orgasm she had with a man in eight years. 

She opened her eyes and looked at me kneeling in front of her totally naked. We were both trying to make sense of what had just happened. I was extremely happy with myself it had been ages since I'd had any sex and to do with an older woman felt so exhilarating for me. Rose I think felt guilty, we had crossed a line I'm not sure she was happy with.

"I'm going to jump in the shower." She said and with that got up, sticky mess running down the inside of her legs. I heard her close the bathroom door, when I heard the shower in full flow I peeked through the hole and watched her wash herself. I was strange to be on the other side of the wall, my cock was stirring back to life but I was to be disappointed.

Rose came back into the room wrapped in a towel. "Do you mind, I'd like to get dressed."

"No of course not" I said and walked back to my room limp cock swing.

I showered and got dressed went downstairs and made us a cup of tea. I waited for Rose but when she eventually came down she just said "I've got to pop out I'll be back later." And off she went.

I spent the rest of the day confused and getting increasingly anxious. She didn't come back until late in the evening, I was in bed watching TV, she came up the stairs and went straight into her bedroom and closed the door. Just as I was debating whether to knock on her door Rose opened mine and walked in. 

She was wearing new clothes a new blouse which showed of her ample cleavage and a skirt that was uncharacteristically short. She sat down on the bed her skirt ran up and I could see she nice black lacy knickers on.

"You didn't see me at my best this morning." She said sheepishly.

"You looked pretty good to me... you look pretty good now" Cheesy but it had the desired effect a smile. 

She leaned in and our lips met. We kissed slowly, patiently. I started to run my hands all over her, up her legs over her tits trapped in a nice black bra under her new blouse. She was more responsive than she was that morning, eager for what was about to happen.

I clumsily started to fumble the buttons of her blouse open I wanted to see those heavy white tits flop out so I could suck them. I managed to get her blouse off before she stood up and started to pull at my boxers, they came down and my hard cock flipped out bouncing around until she caught it in her hand. Kneeling down she took me in her mouth, hungrily sucking my now rock hard cock. I was in an awkward position half on the bed nearly sliding off, but it felt too good to get her to stop.

"Take off your knickers and get on the bed." I managed to say. 

She pulled her skirt up and slid off her knickers, I got a brief glimpse of her hairy pussy before she climbed on to the bed next to me. 

We started kissing passionately my hand making its way up her leg until I felt the warm fuzz of her cunt. She was dry as I placed my hand on her mound then as I ran a finger down her lips they split and it sank deep into her wetness, she moaned. My finger now nicely lubricated I ran it back up to her clit she moaned louder. I kept this up until she was moaning loudly, I slipped another finger in there was plenty of room for more, her juices started to run my hand was soaking up to my wrist.

Rose was pretty fired up by now lost in sexual ecstasy; I kissed her neck and whispered. "I want to suck your lovely tits." She didn't reply she just reached behind her back and undid her new bra. I reached under the cups and found her erect nipples and gave them a little squeeze, flicking the bra to the floor. I climbed on top of her and with my elbows resting on the bed I pushed her fat tits together and eagerly sucked her pink nipples. My cock was rubbing against her pussy I could feel my tip getting wet; I wasn't ready for the main course yet.

I made my way down to her body, kissing her round belly as I followed the path to her wet snatch. My chin brushed against her soft hairy mound, I could smell her cunt and I was hungry for it. I spread her legs and watched as her pussy opened I could see deep inside her beautiful pink tunnel, it glistened with her moistness I wanted to lap it up. I gently kissed the inside of her legs, darting my tongue up her lips as my mouth passed her wet hole. Finally I placed my mouth over her cunt and stuck my tongue deep inside tasting the walls of her pussy, she was delicious. I wanted to lick up all her juice, she wriggled and moaned as I licked and sucked her clit.

Rose was frenzied, writhing about moaning loudly, she was close to cumming. "Stop" she panted placing her hand on my head "Come here" she pulled lightly on my hair and I made my way back up her trembling body. 

Her cunt juice was all over my face, I licked my lips before kissing her mouth, smearing her own juices over her face. My cock met her pussy on the way up falling in a couple of inches I felt the warmth and it was too much I plunged inside her balls deep. She screamed with pleasure and I pumped with lust. I fucked her hard my hips thrusting quickly. 

I was used to a tighter cunt and was able to fuck her for a long time before I came. When I did I had to keep going for a few minutes before Rose was ready to orgasm. When she came she went very still and gripped my tight to stop me moving, I then collapsed on top of her, we kissed with my cock still inside when I slid of I had gone soft. 

We didn't really talk after but we spent the night in my bed. After that we were lover for another seven months until I could afford to rent my own place. I still visited for a bit after I had moved out but this soon fizzled out and shortly after I got a job closer to my home town.

I had some of the best sex of my young life with Rose, she taught me that I didn't need skinny, firm and tight young women to enjoy sex. I have since had all shapes and sizes of women but Rose remains on of my favourites.