13 comments/ 40174 views/ 7 favorites A Simple Case of Restitution By: Bazzza It was nearly midnight when eighteen year old Gavin Amon left his friends house to walk the fifteen minute route to his own home to where he and his mother lived. He now took a different route home as they'd recently moved house, but it was still only walking distance. The walk provided young Gavin an opportunity to leave his tag in new residential streets for the world to see, mainly on fences and walls and any flat service that was suitable. Armed with a can of red spray paint, he would dawdle along the streets and leave his mark, a wild abstract version of his own initials. Most of his friends used black paint but Gavin preferred red which stood out better, more of his own personal trademark he often told himself. He was in a generous mood that night, firstly he tagged the side of a white truck parked by the kerb, and secondly a large garage door which he tagged twice in large letters. He had in fact tagged this particular garage door twice before, but each time his tag had been sadly removed by the time he next ventured past. After Gavin finished the door, he thought nothing of it as he continued his walk home leaving his mark on various other fences and walls. He stopped tagging three streets away from where he lived, completely oblivious to the events and consequences that were to follow his actions. Eleven hours later, Carl Read stood on his driveway glaring at the graffiti on his garage door, he was seething in anger and ready for violence. He had managed to remove the paint on the two previous occasions, but this time he'd had to rub the door so hard, he'd removed the top coat of paint and the result looked terrible. The powder coated folding metal door had cost over three thousand dollars to install only a few months ago as part of a major renovation to his house. Even though Carl was a big powerful man, he was not usually prone to violence. However if he could just lay his hands on the graffiti artist for a few seconds he'd make sure he'd never do it again. He knew it was the same person. Each time the door had been tagged, Carl had taken photos with his digital Camera with a hope of catching the culprit. Later that day, he provided the local police department with copies of the damage, but he knew in his own mind that they would give it a low priority. A day or so later Carl was at his favourite bar moaning to his friends about his door, a stranger from another table overheard the conversation and suggested he should try the local high schools. He made the comment that often taggers will deface their school books, bags and other things with their tag. If the tagger was still at school, one of the teachers may recognise it. A still angry Carl pondered over the suggestion, the next day he visited each of the local high schools and gave them a computer generated photo copy of his tagged door. It was probably just bad luck on Gavin's part, his science teacher who personally didn't like him, recognised the tag instantly as he approached the teacher's common room notice board. That afternoon, Gavin was removed from his class to participate in an interview with the school principal and a local cop. At first, Gavin was a little perturbed about being identified so easily, but as a juvenile he had little to worry about. He puffed out his chest when he considered his new found status, now a famous tagger and known to the law. If the cop was annoyed at Gavin's lack of remorse, it was nothing compared to Carl's. He just couldn't believe that nothing of any consequence was about to befall the tagger. It however only took a night of careful deliberation before he settled on a different course of action. Over the next few days, Carl arranged for two quotes to have his garage door removed, striped down to bare metal, repainted and then reinstalled. He took the most expensive quote and then sat down at his desk. He wrote a letter to the parent or guardian of Gavin Amon requesting a full payment of nineteen hundred dollars to have his garage door restored to its original condition. Being a lawyer, Carl clearly pointed out that a lack of response within thirty days would result in a civil action via the court with a view to recover all costs which would include legal costs. He then settled back to wait. It was a Sunday afternoon when Carl heard the unmistakable noise of his gate opening. Turning to the window, he watched as a woman walked up the path and knock on the door. He walked to the door and opened it. "Hi, I'm Lorna Amon. It was my son Gavin who graffiti'd your garage door." "You'd better come in then." Carl directed her into the lounge and invited her to sit down; she sat nervously on the edge of the couch as if readying herself for a quick exit. "Look, I'm really sorry for what my son has done. The trouble is that I can't afford to pay for the repairs to the door." Carl fidgeted angrily in his chair, "I've just spent sixty thousand dollars on renovations on this place. The front of my house now looks like a pigs arse just because you can't keep your son under control." Her face dropped under his onslaught. "The truth is that I just can't pay it. My husband and I've recently split up and I'm working two jobs just to make ends meet. I've downgraded down to a smaller house to try and keep our heads above water. I'm just bloody worn out, and yes, I probably haven't spending the time with my son that I should." "Well, I don't see why I should have to pay for it. I've worked damn hard to pay for all of this. Why should your son get away with it?" "He hasn't just got away with it, the courts given him periodic detention. He's got to wander the neighbourhood every weekend and paint out all of his tags and others to boot. Unfortunately, he can't do anything with your door. I've grounded him for six months. I've confiscated his Playstation and removed his TV from his room. I've also cancelled his internet account. I can assure you he's not a happy camper. I reckon he's gonna make my life a misery too." she added. Carl was taken aback by her retort, and then laughed. He could just imagine her son moping around the house bored and dejected while his friends were out terrorising the town. Lorna's relief was evident and smiled. For the first time, Carl took in her looks. Her short brown styled hair was cut short with streaks of blonde frosting, her oval face attractive with large green or blue eyes. She wore little makeup, just a little pink pastel lipstick matching her blouse. Her black jeans curved over her thighs and met slinky boots. Lorna took no offence as he gazed at her; it was just a thing men did to women as a matter of course. Of course, it made it easier if the man was attractive, but unfortunately not all men were. On the wrong side of forty, Lorna was grateful that she still had the ability to turn men's heads. She was well aware that her trim figure was more the result of a stressful marriage break up than anything else. She met his stare and for the next few seconds their eyes held. Carl looked just as good close up as he did from a distant. Lorna had driven past his house several times over last week trying to pluck up the courage to knock on his door. She had driven past day before and caught a glimpse of him toiling in the front garden. Dressed only in shorts and boots, she had taken in his tall tanned frame and wide shoulders, he was just how she liked her men. She was tempted to pull over and talk to him there and then, but just couldn't find the courage to do so. For more than a few seconds, they gazed across the lounge at each other, and for the first time in a long time she felt a twinge of sexual desire. It had been a long time since she'd felt that and it felt real good. "So where to we go from here?" Carl asked. Lorna shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not sure. I'm not trying to shirk my responsibilities as a parent. I'm prepared to work it off if you want. I'll clean your house; do your washing and ironing. I can garden and push a lawn mower." Carl appreciated her suggestion and laughed, "How do you know I haven't already got someone to do the house work?" "A woman's instinct, there seems to be a lack of a woman's touch around the place." she replied looking around her. "That obvious eh?" Lorna smiled, "Yeah." "Same situation as you, divorced a few years back. Working too hard and drifted apart, by the time we both realised, it was too late to turn the clock back." "I know what that's like. Look, I'd rather work the money off than try and pay back the money. I'll do anything." Carl sat back to ponder her suggestion. She seemed a nice person and he didn't see why she should be punished, maybe he should just forget the whole thing and try and touch up the garage door himself. His hesitation however unsettled Lorna who misread his direction of thought. "As I said I'll do anything, I'll even go to bed with you if you want." she suggested. Carl was shocked but recovered quickly and smiled, "Look, there's no real need for that." Lorna shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "To tell you the truth, I'd rather go to bed with you than do your housework or mow the lawns. Its sounds like less work and more fun." Carl was stunned into silence and Lorna grinned at his reaction. "I think you're an okay looking guy and it won't be too much of a hardship. We could work out a deal, how about once a week for the next six weeks? We could start now if you like." Carl sat dumbly and nodded, his cock just starting to stir. Then Lorna groaned as she remembered, "Shit, I can't do it today. I've got my monthly curse for a few more days." Lorna could see the disappointment in his eyes but immediately came up with a compromise. "Would you settle for a freebie blowjob now? And when I'm back in action on Wednesday, I'll come back here and we can go to bed." Carl laughed loudly. Lorna laughed with him, "Honestly, I'm up for it if you are. It's a win win situation as far as I'm concerned. What do you think? "Okay, I'll go for it." he agreed. "Great, where do you want it?" "I'm easy; we can do it here or go into the bedroom." Carl replied. "It's easier here then in bed." she commented after a small hesitation. "I can kneel on the floor in front of you. Before we start, I suggest you get a towel for any accidents." "Good idea." Carl suggested as left his chair and made his way into the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later unfolding a green towel which he placed on his chair. Lorna slipped off her chair onto her hands and knees and crawled the short distance to where he was standing. Kneeling in front of him, she undid his jeans and slipped them down to his ankles where he stepped out of them. "Now, what have we got here?" Lorna asked as she ran a hand over the front of his boxers caressing his already rigid cock. She slipped them downwards, the elastic caught on the head of his cock on the way down and sprung upwards when released, before settling into a horizontal position inches away from her face. She looked at for a few seconds. "Mmmm, that's a good looker." she commented. "How about sitting down?" Carl obliged and made himself comfortable as Lorna placed a cushion at the foot of the chair to kneel on. Lowering herself to the cushion, she ran her face up his thigh and along the length of his cock which was lying on an angle close to his navel. Taking the base in her hand, she lifted it upright and felt its girth and firmness. It was hard and straight, a good size in both length and thickness and would feel good inside her when the time came. She ran a finger of her other hand along the veined shaft to the large head. Carl moaned as her finger caressed the glands and eye. She replaced her finger with her tongue and flicked it over the head as if testing the flavour of an ice cream. Lowering her mouth over the head she explored the rim while sucking gently. Raising her eyes to his face, she watched for signs of his pleasure. Instead, she found him looking down at her with a concerned look. She emptied her mouth and smiled, "Don't look so worried, I really enjoy doing this. It's not a chore, just sit back and enjoy." Lorna added as she lowered her mouth and took him deep and noisily. Lorna had been introduced to the art of oral sex by an older boyfriend when she was sixteen and not prepared to give up her virginity. The feisty teenager soon found that she enjoyed sucking a nice hard cock, and mastered the art of teasing and controlling his orgasms. She enjoyed the silky feeling of his long shaft and large purple head. Deep throating was experimented with but discarded as over rated; she preferred hand stroking and the mouth on the top half of his cock. They enjoyed using whipped cream and chocolate sauces to spice up the fun, although the resulting mess on clothes and upholstery of her boyfriends car made the effort debatable. Depending on her mood, Lorna would swallow or spit out his cum; other times she would take it on her face or breasts. It wasn't all one way traffic; for she spent many a time sprawled out on the back seat of his car with her legs spread wide having her pussy licked. There was always the danger of getting carried away, more than once she felt her boyfriend's cock sneakily exploring the lips of her pussy. But each time she thwarted his attempt and retained her virginity. However, the intense pleasure of having her pussy licked and sucked, and the resulting orgasms made it worth the risk. That boyfriend was eventually discarded and many others came and went. She readily performed oral sex on all of them so long as it was reciprocal, if a new boyfriend couldn't bring himself to lower his face into her steaming pussy, he was soon sent packing. It was two weeks before her nineteenth birthday that she finally gave up her virginity, and was bitterly disappointed with the result. She always imagined that having a hard cock inside her pussy would be ten times better than having a tongue exploring it, but it wasn't to be. After the first painful time her hymen was broached, she found a cock inside her to be pleasant, but it didn't provide the orgasmic opportunities that a good pussy licking did. So as time went on, Lorna would initiate oral sex as part of her normal sex life. At the ripe old age of twenty two, Lorna was bedded by a man ten years her senior after meeting him at a party. He provided her with the best sex of her life, his pussy licking was superb, but his cock skills were extraordinarily good and he took her places that she'd not known existed. The affair lasted a few weeks but ended suddenly at the mention of a wife. By then, a new standard had been set for the future. Two years later, she met another lover and married him after a long courtship. After the birth of her son Gavin, she settled down to motherhood and all of the married bliss that went with it. For the next eleven years, everything cruised along just fine until her husband began drinking. At first it was merely irksome, but as the drinking increased, the normal problems came with it. The inability to hold down a good job, constant financial problems, and the frequent mood swings took its toll. Lorna worked hard to be supportive but realised that she was losing the battle. Their sex life suffered, at first he struggled to reach orgasm, then maintain an erection and later couldn't raise one at all. As sex was an important part of her life, Lorna tried to get her husband to seek help, but he refused blaming her for his non-performance. It eventually resulted in the dissolving of their marriage, and she had been celibate ever since. The fact that she was now sucking a strange cock after all these years was extremely exciting for her. It was like old times, not prepared or able to offer her pussy and leaving only her oral skills to finish Carl was stimulating her desires. She lifted her mouth from his cock to rest her jaw, his hardness slick from her saliva. "Are you a shooter or a dribbler?" she asked. "What?" "Is it gonna be a big mess or a little one?" He smiled as he caught on, "A big one." She released his cock and began undoing her blouse, "I'd better take this off then, I don't wanna get it messed up." Carl watched as she removed the blouse revealing a cream colour bra, reaching behind and unsnapping the catch, she slipped it down her arms and down to the floor. Her breasts were small with only a little fall. Moving closer to him, she slid his cock between her breasts and moved them up and down its length. "A bit small for this sorta work, but they'll have to do." she commented. "They feel just fine to me." he said reaching down and fondled them. She slapped his hand playfully, "Sorry, no touching. I'm not that type of girl." Lorna released his cock from her breasts and began working his cock. Using both hands, she gripped his cock and manipulated under the head with both thumbs as her tongue and lips worked the eye. She slowly worked him up to the point of no return. Then, just as he was poised cum, she released his cock from her hands and mouth. Carl almost panicked as his hands grabbed for his cock to finish the job, but Lorna intercepted his hands and denied him. "Not so fast, there's plenty of time yet." she said. "Fuck, you'll bloody kill me at this rate." he wheezed as he wriggled in the chair. "Be patient, it'll be fun when it happens." she encouraged and then ran her warm tongue up his cock. Twice more Lorna took Carl to the brink of an orgasm and then denied him; he was nearly exhausted as the sweat flowed readily over his body. Again she started coaxing him towards an orgasm. "How about it, do you wanna cum this time?" she asked. "Fuck yes, please this time, please let me cum." he pleaded. "Okay, here we go." she stated as she began to pick up speed. Lorna raised herself so that her face was directly over his cock, her hand moving quickly up and down its length as her mouth sucked on the head. She could feel his tension rising and prepared herself for his impending ejaculation. Carl tensed a split second before he began to fill her mouth; she held it all until she could no longer do so, and then opened her mouth. His cum flowed freely from her mouth, ran down his cock and through her pumping fingers, she pushed the hesitant remains of his cum out of her mouth with her tongue and wiped it over his cock. Lifting her hand over the top of his cock, she worked the excess cum downwards, then lowered her mouth over the head and sucked gently as he began to relax. "Geeez, that was so fucking good." he muttered. "Glad to be of service. Reckon you put up with this for another six weeks?" He laughed, "If I live long enough." Lorna wiped her hands and face with the towel and then began cleaning his cock and balls. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're around to enjoy it." she said. Carl watched as Lorna stood and slipped her bra and blouse back on. She caught his eye and grinned, "Any chance of a coffee? For some reason, I've got a funny taste in my mouth." Carl stood on shaky legs and put on his jeans before moving to the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with a coffee and a cold beer for himself. Lorna curled herself up on the couch and sipped her coffee under Carls gaze. "I should be okay for Wednesday night. I'll call you to make sure its okay." "I'll look forward to it." Carl said. "So will I, it's been awhile since I've had a bit of fun. You any good at oral sex?" Carl chuckled, "Pretty good I should think." "That's good, cause I just love getting it. Anyway, I'd better get going." she said placing her empty coffee cup on the floor. Carl walked her to the front door, she turned and gave him a peck on the lips but their tongues were soon engaged. She let it happen for a few seconds before pulling away, "I'd better go before I start something I can't finish. It was good fun, can't wait until Wednesday." she said slipping out of the door. A Simple Case of Restitution Carl spent the next few days impatiently waiting for Wednesday to roll around. He just couldn't believe what happened; it was so impromptu and unexpected. It was also one of the most exciting sexual experiences he'd ever had. He spent hours fantasising about what happened and what might hopefully in the future. As the days drifted by, he began to have doubts as whether Lorna would actually turn up for their next session, it was almost too much to hope for. Carl would have been reassured if he could read Lorna's mind. For the most part, she too was excited at the prospect of spreading her thighs for him. There however were the odd times that she had some misgivings about what she'd done and what she was going to do, but managed to overcome them. She began to think about her wardrobe and what was good to be seduced in. Not finding any suitable lingerie in her bedroom draws, Lorna purchased a scarlet red bra and panty set. From her wardrobe, she settled on a black skirt and took the hem up an inch or two to sharpen it up a bit. She then added a cream top cut just low enough to show off her breasts. She spent time trimming her pubic hair after deciding not to shave them off completely. She inspected her pale legs in the mirror contemplating whether her thighs were too big, they looked better in jeans than in the flesh. Monday and Tuesday nights, she hit the streets in her running shoes hoping to tone her legs up a little, in the mornings she worked her arms and shoulders with her son's dumbbells. By the time Wednesday afternoon came around, Lorna was nervously excited. Her panties were damp from sexual arousal as she struggled through the last few hours of work at her desk. By the time she arrived home, she was ready for a cold shower. She cooked a meal for Gavin and then retired to her bedroom as he ate, the privacy enabling her to make the call to Carl. He was pleased to hear from her and relieved to confirm that she was still coming over to his house, they agreed the sooner the better. Lorna showered again and donned her uniform; once again she stood in front of the mirror and assessed her looks. After a few minutes, she gave up and reminded herself it was impossible to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. He'd just have to accept her as she was. A few minutes later, Lorna pulled up outside Carl's house. Her heart was beating erratically as she walked to the front door and knocked on it. A few seconds later it opened, they stood and stared at each other for a long second before Carl stepped back and invited her in. The lights in the lounge had been dimmed, on the coffee table stood two glasses and two bottles of wine, one red; the other white. "You're all prepared." Lorna commented as she walked into the middle of the room. "The only way to be. Would you like a wine? I've red or white" he asked. "Mmmm, probably a red I think." She watched as he poured two glasses from the open bottle and handed one to her. "Here's to good sex." she said touching her glass on his and then raising it to her lips. He grinned, "And plenty of it." "Amen to that. Where shall we do it? We could start here and move to the bedroom later." she suggested sitting down on the couch. He joined her on the couch and they grinned awkwardly at each other, Carl gazed into her big eyes and got a sudden dose of the guilt's. Was it right to take her body and use it as payment for her son's actions? "Look, are you sure you wanna do this?" Carl asked. "You don't have to if you don't want to, you can walk out that door without doing this and we'll just call it quits." Lorna leaned back and looked at him for a few seconds; she placed her half empty wine glass on the floor and clasped her hands nervously. "I'm here with you because I wanna be. If I didn't fancy you I'd be somewhere else for sure. I think you're a sexy man and I like you a lot. I came here tonight to get laid good and proper, and if I don't, I'll bloody well graffiti your garage door. How about, 'Here lives a lousy lover?' Carl laughed and held his hands high in surrender, "Okay, I give in." "I should think so, and it better be good." "I should warn you that I'm a little out of practice." he commented. Lorna took his glass from his hand and placed on the floor beside hers, "That's no excuse; it's just like riding a bike. Once learnt, never forgotten. Anyway, I'm sick of talking about it." Lorna leaned over and placed her lips against his, they sucked on each others lips before their tongues touched. Without breaking the kiss, she manoeuvred her body to lie across his lap and then pulled him in tight. They stayed like that for a time just kissing the minutes away; she could soon feel his erection growing beneath her. She was pleased when his hand began to explore her breasts over her top and then slide under it to caress her nipples. His hand then moved downwards to explore the outside of her thighs, she felt her skirt being lifted upwards and then the pleasure of his hand on her bare skin as it slipped upwards and cup her panty clad buttocks. As his hand moved around towards her pussy, Lorna rolled onto her back in anticipation of his intentions. She felt excited as his hand moved up the inside of her thighs and stopped at her panties. Carl left his hand still against the silky warmth of her pussy and the softness of her thighs. He then ran his forefinger up and down her pussy trying to part her lips through her panties, but the material was too tight. Raising his hand to her waist, he slipped down under her panties and through a forest of curls to find her damp lips. His fingers slipped between them and curved around into her sopping pussy. Lorna pushed against his hand as his fingers slipped upwards to her clitoris and began tweaking it. "Jeez, that's so good." she whispered while slipping her top over her head. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her skirt and pushed it down over her hips and kicked it over her feet. "I brought this just for you, do you like?" she asked running her hands over the silky material. "Very nice, but it'd look better on the floor." "Very predictable." she replied rolling back on his lap to face him to kiss him. Carl ran his hand over her smooth shapely thighs, like many men he admired a fuller figure, the thin catwalk models did nothing for him even though women would give their eye teeth to be just like them. He slipped out from under Lorna and let her settle down the full length of the couch. Kneeling on the floor near her head, he kissed her as his hand roamed over her breasts and down between her thighs. He moved his face from hers; then ran his tongue down her neck to her breasts and traced the line of the bra. Sliding the shoulder straps down, he eased her breasts out and began suckling on them in turn. He felt her hand on the front of his jeans searching for and finding his cock. Lorna was thwarted as his mouth left her breasts and began working down her stomach to her panties, his cock now out of reach. She lay still in anticipation as he kissed the inside of her parted thighs; he then gently coaxed her into the sitting position and moved between her legs. Lowering his lips to her thighs he worked his way up towards her panties, she moved forward on the seat to be closer as his tongue finally reached her pussy. It was warm and musky as his tongue explored the thin taut material. Lorna let him tease her for a while and then became frustrated wanting his tongue inside her. Pushing his face gently away, she stood in front of him, his face in perfect line of her panties. "Take them off." she ordered. "Or shall I go home?" Carl grinned as he reached up with both hands and slipped her panties down the curve of her thighs and let them drop to the floor. He stared at the thick triangle of dark curls that hid her lips, her thighs opened slightly as he ran a finger up her thigh and slipped it between her lips. She let him explore her for a few seconds and then asked him to stand as she slipped her bra off and dropped it. They stood toe to toe kissing, he ran his hands over her body as she removed his shirt and disposed of it. Her hands moved to his belt and undid it along with the zip of his jeans. She pushed his jeans down and then felt for his cock and stroked it. Sitting down on the couch, she pulled his cock close and took it deep in her mouth and began to suck him. After a few seconds she looked up at him, "How putting it in me first and then give me a licking afterwards?" "Yes ma'am." Lorna pulled away and leaned back on the couch, she pushed her buttocks forward as Carl knelt down. Taking his cock in his hand, Carl slipped it between her hair covered lips and stroked her clitoris with the head; then moved it downwards and slipped it slowly into her warm entrance. He watched as the head disappeared, pulling back he pushed in again, this time she took half his cock, and the next all of it. Lorna pushed back against him and laughed. "Mmmm, boy, have I waited a long time for this. It feels sooo good to have a cock in there again." She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist and pulled him in tight, his thighs slapping noisily on her raised buttocks each time he pushed into her. "That's one nice cock you've got there." she said after a while. "Thanks, your pussy feels pretty good too." "I was gonna shave it for you." "Glad you didn't, don't much like them shaved completely." "I'll remember that for the future. How'd you like to lick my pussy for a while?" Carl reluctantly removed his cock from her pussy and then lowered himself to a comfortable position. Using his fingers, he parted her full lips and slipped his mouth inside them, his tongue searching and finding her clitoris. He sucked it deep into his mouth and flicked his tongue across underneath it. He felt her tensing up as he worked it. "That's nice, real nice." she whispered. He released her clitoris and sucked on her lips and getting a mouth full of hairs in the bargain. He again opened her lips with his fingers and then slipped his tongue deep into her opening, finding his nose on her clitoris he began gently rotating it as his tongue continued to explore her insides. He then lifted his mouth to concentrate on her clitoris; he inserted a finger inside her and placed gentle upward pressure. "Ooh shit, that's just right, fuck that's good." she panted. Lorna lay back to enjoy her pussy licking, it was certainly one of the better ones she thought to herself, especially for a first try. She liked his cock inside her too, it nice and hard and a good length. She moved a hand downwards and eased his finger out her pussy just a little, "That's better." she said, "Just there and a little harder. Yes, you've got it." She ran a hand through his thick hair as he worked on her and it wasn't long before she felt an orgasm on the way, she let him continue for a while longer and then pushed his head away. "Don't let me cum yet; tease me a little like I did to you the other night. Put your cock back in." Carl raised his cock to her pussy and slid it all the way before easing back out again; he rubbed the head against her clitoris for a few seconds and put it back inside her again. For the next few minutes, he moved inside her with long slow stokes. His hands roamed her body and playing with her breasts and clitoris. "It's licking time again." she said. Carl again removed his cock from her pussy and lowered his face to her clitoris. He teased her by flicking his tongue across it before settling down to lick it properly. His finger slid back inside her to find the place that she liked. Immediately she began to move her pussy against his face. His hand caressed her thighs and buttocks as he toiled. Every now and then, he removed his face from her pussy and used his thumb to maintain the momentum on her clitoris. When he sensed that she was close to reaching an orgasm, his tongue never left her clitoris. "Ohhh. Don't let me cum yet, get ready to stop." she whispered. As he got ready to move away, her hand suddenly pulled his face back to her pussy, a sudden change of mind he thought as he began to work on her again. His face was soon covered in her increasing wetness. So slippery was it that he had to concentrate on not losing her clitoris from his mouth as she moved against him. Then Lorna moaned and raised her buttocks high off the couch, Carl moved with her and maintained his rhythm with finger and tongue as she shuddered against him. She hissed and sighed as her pleasure racked her body. A few seconds later, she relaxed back on the couch with her eyes closed and a big grin on her face. Her thighs were still spread wide just inches in front of his face. He could see her gapping pink lips through the matted hair, her clitoris standing proudly in the middle. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over it causing her to jump. She laughed and pushed his face away, "No more, it's too sensitive just after I've cum. Shit, I didn't wanna cum just yet. Been so long I couldn't control myself." "It wasn't because of my great pussy licking skills?" he asked. Lorna laughed, "Nah, you're not that good." "Oh well, I won't bother again." he commented in a sulky voice. "That's not the attitude; you should consider it a challenge to improve your technique." "Don't think there's enough time, I've only got five more lessons." "Mmm, that's true. But if I thought that you've got some untapped ability, I might extend my lessons past the six." Carl looked up at her smiling face and smiled, it was the first real indication that there more to this arrangement than met the eye. "How about giving me a tour of your bedroom, it'll be more comfortable there." she asked. Carl stood and reached out for her hand to help her up from the couch; instead she took hold of his semi hard cock and eased herself to a standing position. He turned her around so that she was facing away from him and then directed her towards his bedroom. She pulled back the covers and knelt in the middle of the bed as he climbed in. She rolled him onto his back, took hold of his cock and began to stoke it. "Now what's happened here, it's gone soft on me." she commented. "That's because you're not very good at it." Carl suggested with a grin. "Really?" Lorna asked as she gave his cock a good squeeze. "Just remember I'm the one who's had the orgasm, now I'm satisfied, do I really care about you?" "Oops." Lorna lowered her face and took his cock into her mouth, she carefully moved around between his legs so that she could use her tongue just under the head. It only took seconds before his cock was hard and ready for action again. She slipped her mouth off his cock and ran her tongue up his navel and chest. Their lips met at the same time as her pussy lips slid over his cock, it was just a question her Lorna pushing back and her pussy was again full. She sat still on his cock and used only her pelvic floor muscles for their pleasure. She lifted her lips from his and looked down at her lover. "This is good fun." she commented. "Mmmm, I sort of agree." Carl replied. "Why sort of?" "Well, it's more business than pleasure for me." Lorna sat up and wriggled her pussy on his cock. "You might think that, but your cock's is telling me something different." "That's the trouble with you women. You're always reading into things that aren't necessarily true." She laughed, "You're full of shit; you know that?" Carl grinned and rolled Lorna onto her back; he pushed her thighs up onto her chest and placed her legs over her shoulders. Leaning forward, he pushed deep inside of her and felt his cock touch her cervix. "Ooooh," she moaned reaching down and grasping his buttocks. She then laughed. "I could get to like this." She pushed him away from her and then pulled him in tight, the slap of their bodies echoed around the bedroom. Carl repeated the exercise a few more times before Lorna lowered her legs from his shoulders and lowered them to the bed. She pulled his head down and kissed him, "It's too hot and you're getting heavy." "Sorry." Carl whispered as he rolled offer her. She turned her back on him and snuggled in backwards, reaching down between her parted thighs, she guided his cock back into her. Once he got into a rhythm, her finger slipped forward to her clitoris and rubbed it gently. Deciding that it wasn't worth the effort, she withdrew her hand and closed her legs as his arm slipped around and fondled her breasts. Lorna grinned as his cock slowly massaged her insides; life was too short to go without sex. Carl was a good lover and he seemed a good guy. It was a good combination and they seemed to click. Hopefully something good would come out of it. "You okay back there?" she asked after awhile. Carl laughed, "I'm getting worn out." "Well fill me up then, I like the feel of it." As Carl began to pick the pace, Lorna placed a pillow between her knees to stop them rubbing under his onslaught. He found the position stimulating with the underside of his cock following the upward curve of her pussy. Lorna rocked back and forth as he moved faster and faster, and then suddenly without warning felt his warm cum filling her pussy. As he began to relax, he pulled her in close and held her. Seconds later, she could feel his cock shrinking inside her and then slip out of her. She felt the warmth of his cum running down her buttock and onto the bed. "It's your bed, you can lie in the wet patch." she commented. "Don't care." "Spoken like a true man." Lorna commented as she rolled onto her back and looked over at him. He grinned as he kissed her on the lips and took her hand in his; then they lay quietly deep in their own thoughts. A few minutes later, Lorna's stomach growled audibly. "Sorry, hunger pains. I haven't eaten since breakfast. Too worried about coming here." "Well, there's a nice little restaurant round the corner. We could take a walk and have a bite to eat." Carl suggested. "Wow, a real restaurant. Do you know how long it's been since of eaten in a nice restaurant?" "I'd be good to take you, there's nothing worse than eating alone at a restaurant." "It'd be like date." she replied. Carl laughed, "Only difference is that we've done the sex thing before we've eaten." "Mmmm. If it's a nice meal, I might let you do it again when we come back." she suggested reaching down for his sleepy cock. "We could buy Viagra on the way, that's if you think you'll need it." "I think a plate of oysters and good steak should do the trick. Lets take a shower together; it's big enough for two." Minutes later, they stood toe to toe under the steaming hot shower. Lorna took the soap and began to rub Carl all over. He stood with eyes closed enjoying the attention, first his chest and stomach and then his shoulders and back. Turning him around, she knelt in front of him and soaped up his now withered equipment. She then placed his cock in her mouth and sucked gently as she continued soaping up his thighs legs and feet. Carl grinned as he felt himself harden once again, Lorna dropped it his cock from her mouth and stood before him offering the soap. He took the hint and began to return the favour, spending more time that he should in the more interesting contours of her body. Lorna smiled up at him, "Having fun?" "Just making sure it's done properly." "They've been done properly, I can assure you of that." she replied shifting his hands onwards. Fifteen minutes later they were dressed and walking down the front path, Lorna paused at looked back at the garage. "I'm really sorry about the door." she commented. Carl looked over at her with a tilted head and a smile. "If the consequences were meeting you, I'm glad he did." A Simple Case of Restitution They turned and began to walk slowly down the road; Lorna slipped her hand into his and got a friendly squeeze in response. Deep in thought they strolled hand in hand, each contently thinking that sometimes something real good comes from something bad.