Asiaticus
09-03-2013, 01:46 PM
A MILF Story; Lisa
By The SlutMan
Chapter One
I thought that it would never end.
The annual New Year's Eve party at my grandparent's house is a big deal event in our family and has been ever since I can remember. It started as a party for my grandparents' ten children and their spouses. Only within the last few years has it been opened up to their grandchildren too. So now, the house was packed with partygoers, a few of them around my age, eighteen, with quite a few younger kids and a sprinkling of older kids.
I was one of the few in attendance that wasn't drinking. I'd tied one on the night before, partying with a bunch of people from work and therefore, the mere thought of drinking made me want to gag. I was also attending by myself, having broken up with my girlfriend three months before. Both of these facts were beginning to look like a tactical error on my part; I was being eyed as the poor slob who was going to get to drive home all the people who'd had one too many.
It didn't help that I was also driving a van, a full sized Dodge cargo van that my dad and I had converted into a fuck truck. I was proud of that van, we had insulated it with rigid foam insulation on the floor, walls and roof, and paneled over it. I had installed four wall sconce lights on a dimmer switch in the dashboard, laid plywood and carpet on the floor and made a low double bed, complete with a foam rubber mattress. It had two Captain's chairs up front, a kick-ass stereo and a built-in hutch that held an icebox and extra storage. I slept in it a lot in the summer, parked at the beach or at camp.
I migrated to the back of the house, seeking to get out of sight only to find a cousin making out with his girlfriend in my chosen hiding place. It was approaching midnight when a pair of aunts found me and sealed my fate. I was to take Uncle Fred and his wife home, along with Uncle George, his wife and their three sullen kids. And so it began.
It was close to one in the morning when I got back to Grandma's house after having delivered my fourth load of drunken relatives home. I went inside, stomping the snow off my shoes and slapping it off my coat with my Stetson. Vermont was living up to its reputation for unpredictable weather; it had started snowing around ten o'clock that night and the roads were definitely getting greasy. The drive back to the party from the north end of the city had been an adventure despite the four snow tires that my van was wearing. I'd come damned close to putting it in a ditch on the Beltline and I was hoping that there was no one else at Grandma's house needing a ride.
That hope proved to be a vain one. Uncle Bill and the bitch he'd married still needed a ride. "That's it," Aunt Sara said as she ushered her brother and the Bitch out the door. She pressed a wad of bills into my hand and said, "It's gas money. I made everyone you gave a ride to pony up some cash." She dropped me a wink and said, "Happy New Year!"
The door closed behind me and we were on our way. Uncle Bill and the Bitch lived in a little jerkwater town called Ferrisburg about a half hour south of the city. When I stopped to gas up the van, the Bitch started raising hell. She was still pissing and moaning as I started for their house and she bitched about anything and everything all the way home.
I pulled up in front of their house and Uncle Bill got out, turning to assist his wife out of the van. After she was out, he leaned inside and stuffed a couple of folded twenties into my shirt pocket. "Sorry about that, Larry," he said apologetically. "Thanks for the ride." The side door rumbled shut and I started back towards town.
I was less than halfway home when I came across a car sitting on the shoulder of Route Seven. I slowed down and tried to see if it was occupied just as the driver's side door opened and a woman stepped out. She waved her arms and I stopped. A moment later, she was in the van and closing the door.
"Thanks for stopping," she said as she turned to face me. "I'm Lisa Stokes." She stuck her hand out and after a moment, I managed to stop staring at her long enough to find her hand and shake it.
"I'm Larry," I said, going right back to staring at her. What I could see of her was well worth staring at and I popped a woody while I was doing it. I guessed that she was perhaps thirty-three years old, give or take a few years. She was a redhead, with a thick mop of rust colored hair that was shoulder length and fell carelessly around her oval shaped face. Her nose was slim and straight, her eyes a vivid shade of green and she had a softly squared jaw, a wide, generous mouth with plump red lips and even white teeth. It was hard to tell through the coat, but she looked like she had a good figure or at the very least, a sizeable rack on her. She also had great legs, long and shapely.
She wasn't a raving beauty but she had a certain something going for her; a serene and placid attitude paired with a subdued, almost hidden sexuality that one could sense, somehow. She gave the impression that we had been friends for years and that nothing I could say or do would surprise her.
"Where are you headed, Larry?" she asked, giving me a little smile as she gently took her hand back. Her eyes dropped to my lap for a split second and then she looked pointedly out through the windshield.
"Huh?" I replied, blushing fiercely, suddenly glad that it was so dark inside the van. "Oh! Um, the city."
"Perfect!" she said, smiling a second time. "I live in the North End. Are you going that far?"
"I am now," I said, tearing my eyes away from her and dropping the van into drive. I checked the rear view mirror and pulled out onto the deserted road. "Buckle up," I said as I stole another look at her. "If I land this thing in a ditch, I don't want you to get hurt."
"You won't," she replied as she fastened her seat belt. She settled herself in for the ride and said, "I'm very glad you came along." She frowned as she added, "I can't believe that I ran out of gas."
"It happens," I said.
"What are you doing out on an ugly Wednesday night like tonight?" she asked.
"Bringing home relatives that have had a few too many," I said.
"Oh," she laughed. "A family New Year's Eve party, huh?"
"Yeah," I agreed. "I didn't hide well enough and I wasn't drinking. So I got nabbed."
"I'm surprised," she said. "Do you have to work tomorrow or something? Most young men your age would jump at the chance to get loaded for free. I know that my two sons always did."
I cast a quick look of disbelief at her as I answered her. "No, I have the rest of the week off. Four glorious days of freedom until Monday."
She saw my look. "What was that look for?" she asked.
"You have sons my age?" I asked. "What'd you do, have them when you were twelve?"
A smile slowly spread across her face. "Aren't you a sweet talker!" she said, putting her hand on my forearm and squeezing it for a moment. "My son's are about your age, I would think. My oldest is twenty and his little brother is nineteen. They're both in college out west."
"I'm eighteen," I said automatically. I looked at her again as she calmly looked back. I was checking for gray hair or a waddle under her chin, shit like that and I didn't see anything. "I think you're bullshitting me," I said.
She gave me a radiant smile and said, "You're good for an old lady's morale, you know that?"
"The next time I bump into an old lady, I'll bear that in mind," I replied.
She smiled and asked, "Just how old do you think I am? Tell the truth now!"
"Oh no! I suck at this!" I protested.
"Most men your age do," she laughed. "Don't lie; tell me anyway. I won't get mad, I promise."
I looked at her and grimaced, searching for a way out of my dilemma. I thought that she was bullshitting me about having kids my age and the last thing I wanted to do was to insult her by telling her she looked older than she was. Then inspiration struck. "I'll tell you under two conditions."
"Name them," she replied promptly.
"All right," I said. "One, you don't get mad and two, you show me your driver's license to prove your age." I felt pretty smug. I was sure that she wouldn't accept that last condition. For some silly reason, most women are loathe to reveal their age to anybody. Don't ask me why, they just are.
She raised an eyebrow at me and smiled. "All right," she said after a moment. "You've got a deal. How old am I?"
I looked at her and bit my lip. "Be honest!" she said, shaking a finger at me. "I've already promised I won't get mad and I always keep my word."
I sighed and shook my head. She'd called my bluff. "Thirty-three," I said.
She laughed and squeezed my arm again. "Honey, I'm sorry to have to break your bubble, but I'm pushing forty.
Hard."
"Bullshit!" I said in disbelief, looking at her again.
"That's no bullshit," she smiled, digging in her purse. "I'm pushing forty so hard, it's behind me. I'm almost forty-one. You wanna see my license?" She held it out to me.
I laughed and said, "What for? I can't think of a single reason for you to say that you're older than I thought you were. You might lie that you're younger, but I sincerely doubt that any woman would lie and say she's older." I looked at her and smiled. "Especially if they know that they have to produce proof."
"Well, you're still a sweet talker, even though you didn't know it at the time," she said with a grin, tossing her license back into her purse.
I grinned back at her and our talk moved on to other things as I carefully navigated towards the city. The snowstorm had picked up in intensity; the flakes were big fluffy things that were almost hypnotic to watch in the beams of the headlights as we ghosted through the night. They were also way to many of the beautiful snowflakes; the roads were terrible and steadily getting worse.
We were just outside of town when our trip home came to a halt. We were just starting to climb the only hill between the city and us. It was a little hairy; the road was slicker than snot and the rear tires spun all the way up the hill, the ass end of the van whipping from side to side no matter how gently I feathered the gas pedal. Despite my best effort and our momentum, we didn't make it. A mere one hundred feet from the crest of the hill, we came to a stop. Even worse, the road was too slick for the snow tires to hold us. We started sliding down the hill, backwards.
"You'd better hang on," I said to Lisa as I got off the brakes and peered into the rear view mirrors. "This might get a little bumpy."
I don't know how I kept the van on the road. It started to slew sideways about halfway down the hill. I spun the steering wheel into the skid and tried not to shit as the van did a complete three sixty in the middle of the road. I caught it as the front end came around again and coasted back down the hill, not touching the brakes or the gas. Unless I wanted to take a thirty-mile detour on backcountry roads or chance that hairy fucking ride up the hill again, we were done traveling.
We were also stranded.
*******
I stared morosely out of the windshield at the falling snow as the windshield wipers snicked quietly back and forth.
"That was," Lisa said, "A helluva ride and some damn fine driving, Larry. I guess we're stuck here, right?"
"Mmm," I grunted.
She sat quietly for a few moments as I got the van off the road, backing it into a driveway at the bottom of the hill. I was worried that some asshole in an SUV with more speed than stopping power wouldn't see us in time and hit us.
Lisa's cell phone snapped shut and she pitched it into her purse as I put the truck in park. "The battery's dead," she said after I raised an eyebrow at her.
I reached for mine, even as my heart sank. I knew it wasn't there; I could see it in my mind's eye, sitting on the table in the front hall at my parent's house. When my hand came out of my pocket empty, Lisa raised an eyebrow at me.
"I forgot the fuckin' thing," I said, my voice thick with disgust. "Damn it! Mom's gonna worry herself sick if I don't call or show up at home."
We sat quietly for a few more moments. "This is the Sullivan's driveway," she said softly. "Their house is about a half a mile from here. I'm watching it for them while they're away."
I didn't say anything.
"They're in Aruba," she offered after a moment.
"That's nice," I replied. "I wish I was with ‘em."
Another minute of quiet time went by. "They have a phone," she volunteered softly.
I silently watched a snowflake hit the warm glass of the windshield and melt, only to be flicked away by the wipers. "I have the key," she added, almost whispering.
We sat for another minute. I sighed and held out my hand. She dropped the key in it and I put it in the breast pocket of my shirt, next to my cigarettes. I took my time buttoning up my coat; I hadn't really dressed for a snowstorm and I was dreading going out into this one.
The coat was warm enough, but I had no gloves and no boots, and just a Stetson Cowboy hat. The Stetson would work well at keeping the falling snow from going down my collar, but it wouldn't do squat for keeping my ears warm. I was wearing a pair of dress shoes and I knew that they would be full of snow after my first step. Lisa was even worse off; she was wearing a short dress, a light coat and high heels, not the best way to be dressed for a trek through the snow. She would have to stay with the truck while I walked to the house, called home and let the family in on where I was.
"Is there anybody you want me to call for you?" I asked with my hand on the door handle.
"No," she said. "I've been divorced for two years now and I live alone."
"I could call you a cab," I offered. "You don't have to sit here and wait with me. If you're broke, I've got enough dough to pay for it."
She gave me an odd look and said, "I think I'll wait with you anyway. Thanks for the offer, though."
"Well, this will probably take me a while," I said as I opened the door. "Stay here, I'll be back as soon as I can." She nodded as I stepped out of the truck into almost a foot of fresh snow. I slammed the door, went around to the back of the truck, cleared the snow away from the exhaust pipe, and then started slogging my way towards the Sullivan's house.
The driveway took a turn and within seconds, I was in the dark, out of the red glow of the taillights and my shoes were full of snow. I stopped for a minute to let my eyes adjust and started moving again when I could see. I had to step over a sizable tree that was down across the driveway, which shot all to hell my half-formed idea of going back to the van and driving to the house.
A half a mile isn't a long walk, unless you're doing it in the middle of the night in a snowstorm on unfamiliar terrain. Luckily, after the initial turn, the driveway was as straight as an arrow. Just before it got to the house, it split into a big circular turn-around, going right past the front porch and meeting up with the driveway again. I stepped over a rail fence and cut through the circle in order to save a few steps. By the time I reached the house, my feet were soaked and freezing, along with my ears. I let myself in and made the call to my parent's house.
"I have a full tank of gas and I'm parked off the road," I said to my dad through chattering teeth. "As soon as a snowplow goes by, I'll get back on the road and follow him to town." I didn't tell him that I had picked up a stranded motorist; it didn't seem relevant and I didn't need a lecture about picking up strangers on the road in the middle of the night, even if it was a woman.
"All right, Larry," dad said. "You lock yourself in your van and stay there until you can travel safely. Don't forget to crack a window for fresh air and keep the tailpipe clear of drifting snow."
"Been there, done that," I said. "I'll call you if I run into a problem, dad. Otherwise, I'm gonna call it a night. I'll see you later."
While I was there, I made a half-hearted attempt to find some boots. I discovered a couple of pairs in the mudroom, but they were too small to fit on my size fourteen feet. So, I gritted my teeth and left the house, making sure to lock it up behind me. I followed my tracks, stepping over the fence and cutting through the turn-around circle. I made it about halfway through it before disaster struck.
The ground under my freezing feet opened up and I fell through it, into a chest deep, ice-cold pond. I gasped in sudden shock as the cold water burned against my skin and scrambled to get out of the water. The ice kept breaking under me as I tried to climb out, so I pretty much ended up wading to the other side of the small pond. I hurried up onto solid ground and decided that I had to go back to the house. I couldn't stay out in this cold with soaked clothing. I rammed my hand into my coat pocket for the key and came up empty. In the struggle to get out of the pond, I'd lost it.
I thought briefly about breaking in and rejected the idea. The truck was only a half a mile away, and I didn't want Lisa to get the idea that I was in trouble and have her come looking for me. Not in this storm, dressed the way she was.
I started to run back to the truck, mostly to try to stay warm and fell heavily twice as my leather-soled shoes went out from under me. After the second fall I trotted, the last thing I wanted to do was to break a leg out here while I was soaking wet. By the time I got back to the truck I was freezing; my teeth were chattering uncontrollably and my lips and fingers were turning blue. I managed to get the sliding door open with leaden fingers and practically fell inside.
Lisa let out a small scream and then said, "Jesus, Larry! You scared the hell out of me!"
"Close the fuckin' door and crank up the heat!" I croaked. "I fell into a pond and I'm freezing to death!"
She moved quickly then, setting the heater to full, then stepping over me and sliding the side door shut. "Inside lights," I gasped. "Turn the knob in the middle of the dash all the way clockwise." She stepped over me again, the dim wall lamps my dad and I had installed came on and I heard her gasp.
I was soaked from the shoulders down and crusted with snow. My clothing was frozen and as I crawled towards the driver's seat, my ice-coated pants and coat crackled. I stopped because suddenly there were a pair of shapely legs in front of me, with small feet snuggled into what I privately called ‘fuck me' shoes. You know what I mean; the open toed, sling back kind with four-inch heels.
Lisa reached down and helped me to my feet, interrupting my contemplation of her legs and her sexy little shoes. "We gotta get you out of those wet clothes," she said in a mother's no-nonsense tone of voice. Then she started to undress me. She unbuttoned my coat and roughly yanked it off me, tugging it down my arms and past my stiff, frozen fingers. She unfastened my belt next, followed by the button on the waistband of my slacks.
As soon as she had those open, she yanked my shirt out of my pants and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere. Another rough yank and it was off my arms and on the growing pile of sodden clothing on the floor. My tee shirt followed and I moaned as the warm air from the dash vents hit my skin. She guided me back towards the bed and I sank down onto the edge of it. Then she was on her knees in front of me, tugging at my shoelaces and getting my ruined shoes off me, followed very quickly by my socks. I heard my zipper go down, lifted my ass and Lisa tugged my pants off, leaving me in just my jockey shorts.
She reached for my underwear. "Whoa!" I said through my chattering teeth. "I can do this part."
She stood up and said, "Go ahead." She turned her back and I stood up and slid my underwear off. I straightened up and looked at her. She was still facing forward but I noticed her eyes on me in the rear view mirror.
I remember wryly thinking that there probably wasn't anything to see anyway. I was absolutely sure that my cock was the size of a peanut and had probably retreated inside me along with my balls, and they were all hiding up around my throat somewhere where it was warm.
I crawled into the bed and burrowed under the flannel sheets and the light blanket, curling up into a tight ball and shivering violently as I tried to get warm.
Lisa sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Do you have another blanket in here?"
"Bottom drawer," I stuttered, nodding towards the hutch that my dad and I had custom built for the truck. She pulled the bottom drawer open and found an old army blanket that I kept in there. It was wool but it was only a single, just barely big enough to cover my six foot, two inch frame. Under it, she found the fifth of Jim Beam that I kept stashed in the truck.
She floated the blanket over me and sat next to me, look of concern on her pretty face. "Any better?" she asked in a low voice. I shook my head no. "Here," she said, spinning the cap off the bottle of Jim Beam and offering it to me. "Take a hit on this, it'll warm you up."
"No alcohol," I croaked. "Not for hypothermia."
"Oh," she said, "I didn't know that." She helped herself to a couple of swigs of my booze and set the bottle aside. She took my hand in hers and grimaced. "Christ, your hands are like ice!"
"So is the rest of me," I whispered.
She burrowed a hand under the blankets, touched my thigh and grimaced again. "We've got to get you warm," she muttered under her breath. Then she stood up and shed her coat, throwing it over me. She was dressed in a tight, clinging Jersey dress with a plunging neckline that revealed an impressive cleavage and only came down to mid-thigh on her.
Then she did something that astounded me. She reached down, took the hem of her dress in her hands and peeled it off, throwing it on top of me. To this day, I'm surprised that my eyes didn't spring out of my head on little stalks. She was wearing tiny panties, thigh high stockings and her sexy little ‘fuck me' shoes, and that was it.
She didn't look anything like your average mother of two. She was probably around five and a half feet tall and voluptuously built, sporting an amazing rack over a fairly slim waistline and wide, womanly hips. She was braless and her breasts were a remarkable sight, big teardrop-shaped mounds that swayed gently as she moved, topped with thick pink nipples. Her belly was smooth and gently rounded, her legs long and shapely, and they led your eye up to a firm looking heart-shaped ass.
She kicked her shoes off, lifted the blankets and slipped into bed with me, squealing as she spread herself out on top of me. "Put your arms and legs around me," she said breathlessly. She tucked her face into the side of my neck and shivered as I wrapped myself around her. I moaned as her body heat began to warm me. She took my hands in hers and after a moment, she guided them downwards to her ass and pressed them against it, her firm butt feeling hot against my icy fingers.
It was, I think, a sign of just how cold I was that I didn't pop a chubby right then and there. She was a warm, soft, fragrant armful of sexy woman and under normal circumstances, I'd have had a hard on that wouldn't have left me enough skin to blink. As it was, Mr. Johnston took almost fifteen minutes to put in an appearance.
I had long since stopped shivering when my cock started to notice that we were in bed with a sexy older woman. As it grew, so did my dilemma. How do you tell a woman that you just met, and in a situation like this one that you were getting a hard on? I mean, what the hell do you say? Pardon my erection?
She saved me the trouble of trying to find the words. As my cock rose and nudged her thighs, she giggled. She took her hands off mine and pushed herself up so she could see my face. "You seem to be recovering nicely," she said with a smile. "Are you all warmed up now?"
I blushed hotly and nodded as she looked at me. "I think so."
She opened her thighs and Mr. Johnston leaped into the gap. I stifled a moan as she closed her legs again. "Are you sure?" she whispered, her eyes hot on my face.
"Well, maybe not all of me," I said in a low, shaking voice.
"Maybe I'd better check," she smiled. She lowered her head, laid her plush lips on my forehead for a moment, and then pulled back. "Your forehead feels warm enough." Her head darted down again and she kissed my cheek. "So does that," she whispered. She kissed my other cheek, my chin and the tip of my nose. "It feels like ninety eight point six to me," she giggled. "Maybe I'd better do an internal check."
I watched her green eyes grow bigger until they drifted shut, just as her lips touched mine. A moment later, her lips parted and I felt her tongue slide between my lips. I opened my mouth and we kissed. Lord God Almighty, how we kissed!
It took me all of two seconds to decide to go for it and she moaned as I slid my tongue into her mouth and tightened my grip on her fabulously firm ass. I don't know how long we laid there and necked. I know that it was long enough for the truck to become uncomfortably warm for two naked people in bed and covered by two blankets, a coat and a dress. I know that because sometime during our make out session, we kicked everything off us and we still got hot enough to sweat and fog the windows.
She was a study in contradictions as we kissed and explored each other's bodies. We would kiss and it would end and she'd say, "Oh yes Larry, just like that!" as I caressed her ass or her breasts, molding them in my hands as I licked and kissed the side of her neck and tongued her ear. Then with her next breath, she would voice an objection, something like, "We shouldn't be doing this, I'm old enough to be your mother!" I'd kiss her again just to shut her up and she'd kiss me back so hotly that it'd take my breath away.
Later on, I figured out that she was saying those things not to discourage me, but to heat herself up, casting herself as the lecherous older woman taking advantage of a much younger man. What she didn't know, or maybe she did, was that the situation was one of my favorite daydreams. Being seduced by a hot, ripe-bodied Cougar has been one of my favorite jack-off fantasies for years.
Now that it was actually happening, nothing short of a firm ‘no' and her actually getting out of the bed was going to stop me from putting the wood to this sexy mother of two.
She sighed when I rolled us over and she cradled me between her trim thighs as I found the stiff nipple of her right breast and began to suck it. She groaned as I squeezed her other tit and found the nipple, pinching it and rolling the fat, erect nub between my fingers.
I played with her lush tits for well over ten minutes, switching back and forth between them with my mouth until she trembled and gasped, moaning as she had a small orgasm. I found her lips with mine and kissed her deeply as her climax waned, until she pushed against my shoulders and broke our kiss.
She pushed me to my back, smiling at me as she moved between my legs and knelt there, her hands going to my erect cock and caressing it. "Oh Larry!" she crooned as she gazed at it. "You've got a nice big dick, don't you, honey?" Her breath hissed between her teeth as she leaned over and nuzzled my cock, her breath hot on my balls as she moaned and licked them.
She kissed her way up to the head of my cock and licked it, moaning again as she pursed her lips around it and plunged down over it, taking it all into her mouth right down to the root. I groaned as her tongue scrubbed against my cock and she swallowed, squeezing the head of it in her throat. She tickled my balls with her fingers while she did it a second time and I lost it, arching my back and clutching the sheets in my fists as I came in her mouth.
She pulled back and looked into my eyes, her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock as her tongue scrubbed against the sensitive spot on the bottom of the head. She took the shaft of my rod in one hand and jerked me off into her mouth while her other hand massaged my balls. I bellowed and convulsively thrust my hips up at her, fucking my cock deep into her mouth and throat as she sucked the jism right out of my balls.
My hips dropped back to the bed and she followed me down, sucking ferociously on my softening cock until it began to harden again. She sat up and gave me a lewd smile, full of the promise of more delights to come as she cradled her big tits in her arms and hugged herself. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and scooped up the few drops of my semen that had leaked from her tightly ovaled lips as she eyed my freshly hardened cock.
"Oh boy!" she said in a rough, smoky voice. "I'd forgotten how fast a teenaged boy can get it hard again!" She skinned out of her panties while I watched and showed me her shaved pussy, running a finger between her labia and diddling her clit with it.
I sat up and took her in my arms, kissing her deeply and tasting myself on her tongue. "Getting me hard isn't going to be your biggest problem," I whispered as I tongued her ear. "You'd better worry about getting me soft!"
I sank back to the bed as she giggled, bringing her with me. I rolled us over, getting between her spread legs and fisting my cock. Then I centered it on her soaked labia and pushed, sheathing my cock in the tight heat of her cunt and savoring her gasping moan as I bottomed out deep in her belly.
"Oh fuck!" she cried as her arms and legs came around me. "You feel so fuckin' big in me!"
"Take it, honey!" I growled, looking into her wide eyes. "Take every fucking inch of it, right up your hot cunt! Uhh, Christ, you've got a nice juicy pussy!"
I looked down between our bodies and watched my cock sliding back and forth inside her grasping, shaved little cunt. The sight inflamed me with lust. I grabbed her womanly hips and pulled her hard against me with every stroke, ramming my cock into her belly right to the balls every time. Lisa arched her back and grunted a steady stream of obscene comments and endearments as I power-fucked her.
Her wild passion led her quickly to the verge of her orgasm, and she pulled my head down to her lush, jiggling breasts and held me there. "Oh, fuck me you darling boy!" she whimpered. "I'm gonna cum! Suck my tits! Ungh! Yesss! Suck my tits and fuck me! Make me cum on your big, gorgeous cock!"
I sucked her ripe tits, biting and chewing her hard, rosy nipples as she bucked her cunt up against my pistoning cock. I was still a long way from my second climax and I did everything I could think of to increase her pleasure. I buried my cock to the hilt in her belly with every stroke and began to grind my pubic bone against her clit, fucking her as hard as I could. Within seconds, she began to tremble uncontrollably, her ripe body stiffening under me as her climax detonated in her belly.
Her orgasm seemed to last forever, becoming stronger and stronger every time I rammed my young cock into her convulsing cunt. I was amazed by the length and intensity of her climax. She bucked wildly under me, tossing her head as scream after scream erupted from her throat. I could feel her spasming box clamp tightly around my deeply buried cock as her pussy vainly tried to milk my cum from my balls.
I kept right on fucking her as she spasmed under me, not letting up on her for a second until she began to go limp. I sheathed my cock balls deep in her palpitating belly one last time and rolled us to our sides, holding her as her massive climax slowly released its grip on her.
"Oh God!" she sobbed breathlessly as she clung to me. "That was so good! I don't think I've ever cum so hard!"
I flexed the muscles of my belly and my cock jumped inside her. She looked at me and asked, "You didn't cum?"
"Nope," I replied, making my cock jump a second time. Her eyes got huge and a lecherous smile grew on her face as I said, "We ain't done yet, babe."
[to be continued]
By The SlutMan
Chapter One
I thought that it would never end.
The annual New Year's Eve party at my grandparent's house is a big deal event in our family and has been ever since I can remember. It started as a party for my grandparents' ten children and their spouses. Only within the last few years has it been opened up to their grandchildren too. So now, the house was packed with partygoers, a few of them around my age, eighteen, with quite a few younger kids and a sprinkling of older kids.
I was one of the few in attendance that wasn't drinking. I'd tied one on the night before, partying with a bunch of people from work and therefore, the mere thought of drinking made me want to gag. I was also attending by myself, having broken up with my girlfriend three months before. Both of these facts were beginning to look like a tactical error on my part; I was being eyed as the poor slob who was going to get to drive home all the people who'd had one too many.
It didn't help that I was also driving a van, a full sized Dodge cargo van that my dad and I had converted into a fuck truck. I was proud of that van, we had insulated it with rigid foam insulation on the floor, walls and roof, and paneled over it. I had installed four wall sconce lights on a dimmer switch in the dashboard, laid plywood and carpet on the floor and made a low double bed, complete with a foam rubber mattress. It had two Captain's chairs up front, a kick-ass stereo and a built-in hutch that held an icebox and extra storage. I slept in it a lot in the summer, parked at the beach or at camp.
I migrated to the back of the house, seeking to get out of sight only to find a cousin making out with his girlfriend in my chosen hiding place. It was approaching midnight when a pair of aunts found me and sealed my fate. I was to take Uncle Fred and his wife home, along with Uncle George, his wife and their three sullen kids. And so it began.
It was close to one in the morning when I got back to Grandma's house after having delivered my fourth load of drunken relatives home. I went inside, stomping the snow off my shoes and slapping it off my coat with my Stetson. Vermont was living up to its reputation for unpredictable weather; it had started snowing around ten o'clock that night and the roads were definitely getting greasy. The drive back to the party from the north end of the city had been an adventure despite the four snow tires that my van was wearing. I'd come damned close to putting it in a ditch on the Beltline and I was hoping that there was no one else at Grandma's house needing a ride.
That hope proved to be a vain one. Uncle Bill and the bitch he'd married still needed a ride. "That's it," Aunt Sara said as she ushered her brother and the Bitch out the door. She pressed a wad of bills into my hand and said, "It's gas money. I made everyone you gave a ride to pony up some cash." She dropped me a wink and said, "Happy New Year!"
The door closed behind me and we were on our way. Uncle Bill and the Bitch lived in a little jerkwater town called Ferrisburg about a half hour south of the city. When I stopped to gas up the van, the Bitch started raising hell. She was still pissing and moaning as I started for their house and she bitched about anything and everything all the way home.
I pulled up in front of their house and Uncle Bill got out, turning to assist his wife out of the van. After she was out, he leaned inside and stuffed a couple of folded twenties into my shirt pocket. "Sorry about that, Larry," he said apologetically. "Thanks for the ride." The side door rumbled shut and I started back towards town.
I was less than halfway home when I came across a car sitting on the shoulder of Route Seven. I slowed down and tried to see if it was occupied just as the driver's side door opened and a woman stepped out. She waved her arms and I stopped. A moment later, she was in the van and closing the door.
"Thanks for stopping," she said as she turned to face me. "I'm Lisa Stokes." She stuck her hand out and after a moment, I managed to stop staring at her long enough to find her hand and shake it.
"I'm Larry," I said, going right back to staring at her. What I could see of her was well worth staring at and I popped a woody while I was doing it. I guessed that she was perhaps thirty-three years old, give or take a few years. She was a redhead, with a thick mop of rust colored hair that was shoulder length and fell carelessly around her oval shaped face. Her nose was slim and straight, her eyes a vivid shade of green and she had a softly squared jaw, a wide, generous mouth with plump red lips and even white teeth. It was hard to tell through the coat, but she looked like she had a good figure or at the very least, a sizeable rack on her. She also had great legs, long and shapely.
She wasn't a raving beauty but she had a certain something going for her; a serene and placid attitude paired with a subdued, almost hidden sexuality that one could sense, somehow. She gave the impression that we had been friends for years and that nothing I could say or do would surprise her.
"Where are you headed, Larry?" she asked, giving me a little smile as she gently took her hand back. Her eyes dropped to my lap for a split second and then she looked pointedly out through the windshield.
"Huh?" I replied, blushing fiercely, suddenly glad that it was so dark inside the van. "Oh! Um, the city."
"Perfect!" she said, smiling a second time. "I live in the North End. Are you going that far?"
"I am now," I said, tearing my eyes away from her and dropping the van into drive. I checked the rear view mirror and pulled out onto the deserted road. "Buckle up," I said as I stole another look at her. "If I land this thing in a ditch, I don't want you to get hurt."
"You won't," she replied as she fastened her seat belt. She settled herself in for the ride and said, "I'm very glad you came along." She frowned as she added, "I can't believe that I ran out of gas."
"It happens," I said.
"What are you doing out on an ugly Wednesday night like tonight?" she asked.
"Bringing home relatives that have had a few too many," I said.
"Oh," she laughed. "A family New Year's Eve party, huh?"
"Yeah," I agreed. "I didn't hide well enough and I wasn't drinking. So I got nabbed."
"I'm surprised," she said. "Do you have to work tomorrow or something? Most young men your age would jump at the chance to get loaded for free. I know that my two sons always did."
I cast a quick look of disbelief at her as I answered her. "No, I have the rest of the week off. Four glorious days of freedom until Monday."
She saw my look. "What was that look for?" she asked.
"You have sons my age?" I asked. "What'd you do, have them when you were twelve?"
A smile slowly spread across her face. "Aren't you a sweet talker!" she said, putting her hand on my forearm and squeezing it for a moment. "My son's are about your age, I would think. My oldest is twenty and his little brother is nineteen. They're both in college out west."
"I'm eighteen," I said automatically. I looked at her again as she calmly looked back. I was checking for gray hair or a waddle under her chin, shit like that and I didn't see anything. "I think you're bullshitting me," I said.
She gave me a radiant smile and said, "You're good for an old lady's morale, you know that?"
"The next time I bump into an old lady, I'll bear that in mind," I replied.
She smiled and asked, "Just how old do you think I am? Tell the truth now!"
"Oh no! I suck at this!" I protested.
"Most men your age do," she laughed. "Don't lie; tell me anyway. I won't get mad, I promise."
I looked at her and grimaced, searching for a way out of my dilemma. I thought that she was bullshitting me about having kids my age and the last thing I wanted to do was to insult her by telling her she looked older than she was. Then inspiration struck. "I'll tell you under two conditions."
"Name them," she replied promptly.
"All right," I said. "One, you don't get mad and two, you show me your driver's license to prove your age." I felt pretty smug. I was sure that she wouldn't accept that last condition. For some silly reason, most women are loathe to reveal their age to anybody. Don't ask me why, they just are.
She raised an eyebrow at me and smiled. "All right," she said after a moment. "You've got a deal. How old am I?"
I looked at her and bit my lip. "Be honest!" she said, shaking a finger at me. "I've already promised I won't get mad and I always keep my word."
I sighed and shook my head. She'd called my bluff. "Thirty-three," I said.
She laughed and squeezed my arm again. "Honey, I'm sorry to have to break your bubble, but I'm pushing forty.
Hard."
"Bullshit!" I said in disbelief, looking at her again.
"That's no bullshit," she smiled, digging in her purse. "I'm pushing forty so hard, it's behind me. I'm almost forty-one. You wanna see my license?" She held it out to me.
I laughed and said, "What for? I can't think of a single reason for you to say that you're older than I thought you were. You might lie that you're younger, but I sincerely doubt that any woman would lie and say she's older." I looked at her and smiled. "Especially if they know that they have to produce proof."
"Well, you're still a sweet talker, even though you didn't know it at the time," she said with a grin, tossing her license back into her purse.
I grinned back at her and our talk moved on to other things as I carefully navigated towards the city. The snowstorm had picked up in intensity; the flakes were big fluffy things that were almost hypnotic to watch in the beams of the headlights as we ghosted through the night. They were also way to many of the beautiful snowflakes; the roads were terrible and steadily getting worse.
We were just outside of town when our trip home came to a halt. We were just starting to climb the only hill between the city and us. It was a little hairy; the road was slicker than snot and the rear tires spun all the way up the hill, the ass end of the van whipping from side to side no matter how gently I feathered the gas pedal. Despite my best effort and our momentum, we didn't make it. A mere one hundred feet from the crest of the hill, we came to a stop. Even worse, the road was too slick for the snow tires to hold us. We started sliding down the hill, backwards.
"You'd better hang on," I said to Lisa as I got off the brakes and peered into the rear view mirrors. "This might get a little bumpy."
I don't know how I kept the van on the road. It started to slew sideways about halfway down the hill. I spun the steering wheel into the skid and tried not to shit as the van did a complete three sixty in the middle of the road. I caught it as the front end came around again and coasted back down the hill, not touching the brakes or the gas. Unless I wanted to take a thirty-mile detour on backcountry roads or chance that hairy fucking ride up the hill again, we were done traveling.
We were also stranded.
*******
I stared morosely out of the windshield at the falling snow as the windshield wipers snicked quietly back and forth.
"That was," Lisa said, "A helluva ride and some damn fine driving, Larry. I guess we're stuck here, right?"
"Mmm," I grunted.
She sat quietly for a few moments as I got the van off the road, backing it into a driveway at the bottom of the hill. I was worried that some asshole in an SUV with more speed than stopping power wouldn't see us in time and hit us.
Lisa's cell phone snapped shut and she pitched it into her purse as I put the truck in park. "The battery's dead," she said after I raised an eyebrow at her.
I reached for mine, even as my heart sank. I knew it wasn't there; I could see it in my mind's eye, sitting on the table in the front hall at my parent's house. When my hand came out of my pocket empty, Lisa raised an eyebrow at me.
"I forgot the fuckin' thing," I said, my voice thick with disgust. "Damn it! Mom's gonna worry herself sick if I don't call or show up at home."
We sat quietly for a few more moments. "This is the Sullivan's driveway," she said softly. "Their house is about a half a mile from here. I'm watching it for them while they're away."
I didn't say anything.
"They're in Aruba," she offered after a moment.
"That's nice," I replied. "I wish I was with ‘em."
Another minute of quiet time went by. "They have a phone," she volunteered softly.
I silently watched a snowflake hit the warm glass of the windshield and melt, only to be flicked away by the wipers. "I have the key," she added, almost whispering.
We sat for another minute. I sighed and held out my hand. She dropped the key in it and I put it in the breast pocket of my shirt, next to my cigarettes. I took my time buttoning up my coat; I hadn't really dressed for a snowstorm and I was dreading going out into this one.
The coat was warm enough, but I had no gloves and no boots, and just a Stetson Cowboy hat. The Stetson would work well at keeping the falling snow from going down my collar, but it wouldn't do squat for keeping my ears warm. I was wearing a pair of dress shoes and I knew that they would be full of snow after my first step. Lisa was even worse off; she was wearing a short dress, a light coat and high heels, not the best way to be dressed for a trek through the snow. She would have to stay with the truck while I walked to the house, called home and let the family in on where I was.
"Is there anybody you want me to call for you?" I asked with my hand on the door handle.
"No," she said. "I've been divorced for two years now and I live alone."
"I could call you a cab," I offered. "You don't have to sit here and wait with me. If you're broke, I've got enough dough to pay for it."
She gave me an odd look and said, "I think I'll wait with you anyway. Thanks for the offer, though."
"Well, this will probably take me a while," I said as I opened the door. "Stay here, I'll be back as soon as I can." She nodded as I stepped out of the truck into almost a foot of fresh snow. I slammed the door, went around to the back of the truck, cleared the snow away from the exhaust pipe, and then started slogging my way towards the Sullivan's house.
The driveway took a turn and within seconds, I was in the dark, out of the red glow of the taillights and my shoes were full of snow. I stopped for a minute to let my eyes adjust and started moving again when I could see. I had to step over a sizable tree that was down across the driveway, which shot all to hell my half-formed idea of going back to the van and driving to the house.
A half a mile isn't a long walk, unless you're doing it in the middle of the night in a snowstorm on unfamiliar terrain. Luckily, after the initial turn, the driveway was as straight as an arrow. Just before it got to the house, it split into a big circular turn-around, going right past the front porch and meeting up with the driveway again. I stepped over a rail fence and cut through the circle in order to save a few steps. By the time I reached the house, my feet were soaked and freezing, along with my ears. I let myself in and made the call to my parent's house.
"I have a full tank of gas and I'm parked off the road," I said to my dad through chattering teeth. "As soon as a snowplow goes by, I'll get back on the road and follow him to town." I didn't tell him that I had picked up a stranded motorist; it didn't seem relevant and I didn't need a lecture about picking up strangers on the road in the middle of the night, even if it was a woman.
"All right, Larry," dad said. "You lock yourself in your van and stay there until you can travel safely. Don't forget to crack a window for fresh air and keep the tailpipe clear of drifting snow."
"Been there, done that," I said. "I'll call you if I run into a problem, dad. Otherwise, I'm gonna call it a night. I'll see you later."
While I was there, I made a half-hearted attempt to find some boots. I discovered a couple of pairs in the mudroom, but they were too small to fit on my size fourteen feet. So, I gritted my teeth and left the house, making sure to lock it up behind me. I followed my tracks, stepping over the fence and cutting through the turn-around circle. I made it about halfway through it before disaster struck.
The ground under my freezing feet opened up and I fell through it, into a chest deep, ice-cold pond. I gasped in sudden shock as the cold water burned against my skin and scrambled to get out of the water. The ice kept breaking under me as I tried to climb out, so I pretty much ended up wading to the other side of the small pond. I hurried up onto solid ground and decided that I had to go back to the house. I couldn't stay out in this cold with soaked clothing. I rammed my hand into my coat pocket for the key and came up empty. In the struggle to get out of the pond, I'd lost it.
I thought briefly about breaking in and rejected the idea. The truck was only a half a mile away, and I didn't want Lisa to get the idea that I was in trouble and have her come looking for me. Not in this storm, dressed the way she was.
I started to run back to the truck, mostly to try to stay warm and fell heavily twice as my leather-soled shoes went out from under me. After the second fall I trotted, the last thing I wanted to do was to break a leg out here while I was soaking wet. By the time I got back to the truck I was freezing; my teeth were chattering uncontrollably and my lips and fingers were turning blue. I managed to get the sliding door open with leaden fingers and practically fell inside.
Lisa let out a small scream and then said, "Jesus, Larry! You scared the hell out of me!"
"Close the fuckin' door and crank up the heat!" I croaked. "I fell into a pond and I'm freezing to death!"
She moved quickly then, setting the heater to full, then stepping over me and sliding the side door shut. "Inside lights," I gasped. "Turn the knob in the middle of the dash all the way clockwise." She stepped over me again, the dim wall lamps my dad and I had installed came on and I heard her gasp.
I was soaked from the shoulders down and crusted with snow. My clothing was frozen and as I crawled towards the driver's seat, my ice-coated pants and coat crackled. I stopped because suddenly there were a pair of shapely legs in front of me, with small feet snuggled into what I privately called ‘fuck me' shoes. You know what I mean; the open toed, sling back kind with four-inch heels.
Lisa reached down and helped me to my feet, interrupting my contemplation of her legs and her sexy little shoes. "We gotta get you out of those wet clothes," she said in a mother's no-nonsense tone of voice. Then she started to undress me. She unbuttoned my coat and roughly yanked it off me, tugging it down my arms and past my stiff, frozen fingers. She unfastened my belt next, followed by the button on the waistband of my slacks.
As soon as she had those open, she yanked my shirt out of my pants and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere. Another rough yank and it was off my arms and on the growing pile of sodden clothing on the floor. My tee shirt followed and I moaned as the warm air from the dash vents hit my skin. She guided me back towards the bed and I sank down onto the edge of it. Then she was on her knees in front of me, tugging at my shoelaces and getting my ruined shoes off me, followed very quickly by my socks. I heard my zipper go down, lifted my ass and Lisa tugged my pants off, leaving me in just my jockey shorts.
She reached for my underwear. "Whoa!" I said through my chattering teeth. "I can do this part."
She stood up and said, "Go ahead." She turned her back and I stood up and slid my underwear off. I straightened up and looked at her. She was still facing forward but I noticed her eyes on me in the rear view mirror.
I remember wryly thinking that there probably wasn't anything to see anyway. I was absolutely sure that my cock was the size of a peanut and had probably retreated inside me along with my balls, and they were all hiding up around my throat somewhere where it was warm.
I crawled into the bed and burrowed under the flannel sheets and the light blanket, curling up into a tight ball and shivering violently as I tried to get warm.
Lisa sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "Do you have another blanket in here?"
"Bottom drawer," I stuttered, nodding towards the hutch that my dad and I had custom built for the truck. She pulled the bottom drawer open and found an old army blanket that I kept in there. It was wool but it was only a single, just barely big enough to cover my six foot, two inch frame. Under it, she found the fifth of Jim Beam that I kept stashed in the truck.
She floated the blanket over me and sat next to me, look of concern on her pretty face. "Any better?" she asked in a low voice. I shook my head no. "Here," she said, spinning the cap off the bottle of Jim Beam and offering it to me. "Take a hit on this, it'll warm you up."
"No alcohol," I croaked. "Not for hypothermia."
"Oh," she said, "I didn't know that." She helped herself to a couple of swigs of my booze and set the bottle aside. She took my hand in hers and grimaced. "Christ, your hands are like ice!"
"So is the rest of me," I whispered.
She burrowed a hand under the blankets, touched my thigh and grimaced again. "We've got to get you warm," she muttered under her breath. Then she stood up and shed her coat, throwing it over me. She was dressed in a tight, clinging Jersey dress with a plunging neckline that revealed an impressive cleavage and only came down to mid-thigh on her.
Then she did something that astounded me. She reached down, took the hem of her dress in her hands and peeled it off, throwing it on top of me. To this day, I'm surprised that my eyes didn't spring out of my head on little stalks. She was wearing tiny panties, thigh high stockings and her sexy little ‘fuck me' shoes, and that was it.
She didn't look anything like your average mother of two. She was probably around five and a half feet tall and voluptuously built, sporting an amazing rack over a fairly slim waistline and wide, womanly hips. She was braless and her breasts were a remarkable sight, big teardrop-shaped mounds that swayed gently as she moved, topped with thick pink nipples. Her belly was smooth and gently rounded, her legs long and shapely, and they led your eye up to a firm looking heart-shaped ass.
She kicked her shoes off, lifted the blankets and slipped into bed with me, squealing as she spread herself out on top of me. "Put your arms and legs around me," she said breathlessly. She tucked her face into the side of my neck and shivered as I wrapped myself around her. I moaned as her body heat began to warm me. She took my hands in hers and after a moment, she guided them downwards to her ass and pressed them against it, her firm butt feeling hot against my icy fingers.
It was, I think, a sign of just how cold I was that I didn't pop a chubby right then and there. She was a warm, soft, fragrant armful of sexy woman and under normal circumstances, I'd have had a hard on that wouldn't have left me enough skin to blink. As it was, Mr. Johnston took almost fifteen minutes to put in an appearance.
I had long since stopped shivering when my cock started to notice that we were in bed with a sexy older woman. As it grew, so did my dilemma. How do you tell a woman that you just met, and in a situation like this one that you were getting a hard on? I mean, what the hell do you say? Pardon my erection?
She saved me the trouble of trying to find the words. As my cock rose and nudged her thighs, she giggled. She took her hands off mine and pushed herself up so she could see my face. "You seem to be recovering nicely," she said with a smile. "Are you all warmed up now?"
I blushed hotly and nodded as she looked at me. "I think so."
She opened her thighs and Mr. Johnston leaped into the gap. I stifled a moan as she closed her legs again. "Are you sure?" she whispered, her eyes hot on my face.
"Well, maybe not all of me," I said in a low, shaking voice.
"Maybe I'd better check," she smiled. She lowered her head, laid her plush lips on my forehead for a moment, and then pulled back. "Your forehead feels warm enough." Her head darted down again and she kissed my cheek. "So does that," she whispered. She kissed my other cheek, my chin and the tip of my nose. "It feels like ninety eight point six to me," she giggled. "Maybe I'd better do an internal check."
I watched her green eyes grow bigger until they drifted shut, just as her lips touched mine. A moment later, her lips parted and I felt her tongue slide between my lips. I opened my mouth and we kissed. Lord God Almighty, how we kissed!
It took me all of two seconds to decide to go for it and she moaned as I slid my tongue into her mouth and tightened my grip on her fabulously firm ass. I don't know how long we laid there and necked. I know that it was long enough for the truck to become uncomfortably warm for two naked people in bed and covered by two blankets, a coat and a dress. I know that because sometime during our make out session, we kicked everything off us and we still got hot enough to sweat and fog the windows.
She was a study in contradictions as we kissed and explored each other's bodies. We would kiss and it would end and she'd say, "Oh yes Larry, just like that!" as I caressed her ass or her breasts, molding them in my hands as I licked and kissed the side of her neck and tongued her ear. Then with her next breath, she would voice an objection, something like, "We shouldn't be doing this, I'm old enough to be your mother!" I'd kiss her again just to shut her up and she'd kiss me back so hotly that it'd take my breath away.
Later on, I figured out that she was saying those things not to discourage me, but to heat herself up, casting herself as the lecherous older woman taking advantage of a much younger man. What she didn't know, or maybe she did, was that the situation was one of my favorite daydreams. Being seduced by a hot, ripe-bodied Cougar has been one of my favorite jack-off fantasies for years.
Now that it was actually happening, nothing short of a firm ‘no' and her actually getting out of the bed was going to stop me from putting the wood to this sexy mother of two.
She sighed when I rolled us over and she cradled me between her trim thighs as I found the stiff nipple of her right breast and began to suck it. She groaned as I squeezed her other tit and found the nipple, pinching it and rolling the fat, erect nub between my fingers.
I played with her lush tits for well over ten minutes, switching back and forth between them with my mouth until she trembled and gasped, moaning as she had a small orgasm. I found her lips with mine and kissed her deeply as her climax waned, until she pushed against my shoulders and broke our kiss.
She pushed me to my back, smiling at me as she moved between my legs and knelt there, her hands going to my erect cock and caressing it. "Oh Larry!" she crooned as she gazed at it. "You've got a nice big dick, don't you, honey?" Her breath hissed between her teeth as she leaned over and nuzzled my cock, her breath hot on my balls as she moaned and licked them.
She kissed her way up to the head of my cock and licked it, moaning again as she pursed her lips around it and plunged down over it, taking it all into her mouth right down to the root. I groaned as her tongue scrubbed against my cock and she swallowed, squeezing the head of it in her throat. She tickled my balls with her fingers while she did it a second time and I lost it, arching my back and clutching the sheets in my fists as I came in her mouth.
She pulled back and looked into my eyes, her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock as her tongue scrubbed against the sensitive spot on the bottom of the head. She took the shaft of my rod in one hand and jerked me off into her mouth while her other hand massaged my balls. I bellowed and convulsively thrust my hips up at her, fucking my cock deep into her mouth and throat as she sucked the jism right out of my balls.
My hips dropped back to the bed and she followed me down, sucking ferociously on my softening cock until it began to harden again. She sat up and gave me a lewd smile, full of the promise of more delights to come as she cradled her big tits in her arms and hugged herself. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and scooped up the few drops of my semen that had leaked from her tightly ovaled lips as she eyed my freshly hardened cock.
"Oh boy!" she said in a rough, smoky voice. "I'd forgotten how fast a teenaged boy can get it hard again!" She skinned out of her panties while I watched and showed me her shaved pussy, running a finger between her labia and diddling her clit with it.
I sat up and took her in my arms, kissing her deeply and tasting myself on her tongue. "Getting me hard isn't going to be your biggest problem," I whispered as I tongued her ear. "You'd better worry about getting me soft!"
I sank back to the bed as she giggled, bringing her with me. I rolled us over, getting between her spread legs and fisting my cock. Then I centered it on her soaked labia and pushed, sheathing my cock in the tight heat of her cunt and savoring her gasping moan as I bottomed out deep in her belly.
"Oh fuck!" she cried as her arms and legs came around me. "You feel so fuckin' big in me!"
"Take it, honey!" I growled, looking into her wide eyes. "Take every fucking inch of it, right up your hot cunt! Uhh, Christ, you've got a nice juicy pussy!"
I looked down between our bodies and watched my cock sliding back and forth inside her grasping, shaved little cunt. The sight inflamed me with lust. I grabbed her womanly hips and pulled her hard against me with every stroke, ramming my cock into her belly right to the balls every time. Lisa arched her back and grunted a steady stream of obscene comments and endearments as I power-fucked her.
Her wild passion led her quickly to the verge of her orgasm, and she pulled my head down to her lush, jiggling breasts and held me there. "Oh, fuck me you darling boy!" she whimpered. "I'm gonna cum! Suck my tits! Ungh! Yesss! Suck my tits and fuck me! Make me cum on your big, gorgeous cock!"
I sucked her ripe tits, biting and chewing her hard, rosy nipples as she bucked her cunt up against my pistoning cock. I was still a long way from my second climax and I did everything I could think of to increase her pleasure. I buried my cock to the hilt in her belly with every stroke and began to grind my pubic bone against her clit, fucking her as hard as I could. Within seconds, she began to tremble uncontrollably, her ripe body stiffening under me as her climax detonated in her belly.
Her orgasm seemed to last forever, becoming stronger and stronger every time I rammed my young cock into her convulsing cunt. I was amazed by the length and intensity of her climax. She bucked wildly under me, tossing her head as scream after scream erupted from her throat. I could feel her spasming box clamp tightly around my deeply buried cock as her pussy vainly tried to milk my cum from my balls.
I kept right on fucking her as she spasmed under me, not letting up on her for a second until she began to go limp. I sheathed my cock balls deep in her palpitating belly one last time and rolled us to our sides, holding her as her massive climax slowly released its grip on her.
"Oh God!" she sobbed breathlessly as she clung to me. "That was so good! I don't think I've ever cum so hard!"
I flexed the muscles of my belly and my cock jumped inside her. She looked at me and asked, "You didn't cum?"
"Nope," I replied, making my cock jump a second time. Her eyes got huge and a lecherous smile grew on her face as I said, "We ain't done yet, babe."
[to be continued]