He trembled as she deep-throated him, her hands expertly massaging his aching balls and tightened buttocks. She wanted to get the edge off to make him last longer when she took him inside her later on. Her tongue and lips worked his throbbing rod into a frenzy and she felt him tremble. His hands grasped her head tight and he almost fucked her mouth. She loved every minute of it, compared to all the wolf-like men she had been enjoying over the years, the young doctor was as a gentle as a lamb.
“Oh, fuck… Della.” He groaned. “I’m going to blow… will you swallow?”
She looked up at him and nodded, sucking him with more intensity. He shook violently, and thrust his hips hard, calling out her name as he erupted deep in her mouth. Della was taken by surprise at the force of his orgasm. She gagged as a thick stream of his hot cum shot down her throat. Pulling her head back, she let the rest of his load squirt on her tongue, tasting him as he continued to fill her cheeks.
Della milked him expertly, her hands stroking the thick shaft and coaxing his balls in tandem. She knew he had a great climax and that he would be hard again in minutes, even though it had been a while since she had a man in his twenties to remember of their youthful virility.
“How was that, Doctor?” She asked the panting young man as she licked him clean.
“Heaven…” He gasped, dropping to his knees before her. “I was in fucking paradise for a moment there.”
“Are you ready for the next ride there?” She teased, massaging his shoulders.
“Hell, yeah, baby.” He grinned and grabbed at her smooth thighs. “But first I want a taste of your vintage wine… 1979 was a good year, yes?”
“The best, baby, lap it up.” She leaned back on the bed and lifted her feet to sit spread out before his eager face.
Rochester grabbed her buttocks and stuck his face right into her moist offering, his tongue darting for her sensitive clitoris. Her ecstatic gasps and moans told him he was hitting the right buttons as he slobbered over her entire slit. She arched her back, pushing her 36DD breasts out at him and he reached up to ease their want. His tongue probed in deep, wriggling inside her, filling her with an urge to pee. She threw her head back and laughed at the sensation.
“Oh, Liam… Liam… I’m so fucking hot for you right now.” Della whimpered, clawing at his head. “I want your rock hard cock deep in me, baby… come on up and fuck me.”
“Liam junior is all up and ready to dock into your port, night nurse.” He grinned and clambered over the bed.
She grabbed his erection and guided it into her hot, wet opening. Rochester closed his eyes and gave in to the sizzling furnace that engulfed him. For a woman her age, she was tight. She did well to keep herself in shape; he knew that from the first time he had seen her. His cock had never felt this good in a long time. He knew he wouldn’t hold on much longer, despite having blown his load into her mouth a short while ago.
“Oh, fuck me, Liam.” She cried out. “Fuck this little bitch to your cock’s content.”
“I am, baby, I am.” He grunted, hammering his hips hard against her and feeling his second orgasm building up steam.
“Oh, yes… baby, yes.” Della whimpered as the hot splash of his load triggered her own release.
She hugged his neck hard and shook as wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through her. She was a very sexual woman, the kind that demanded attention. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she intended to milk him of every drop that night. She squeezed him hard, siphoning his seed until she could feel his cock begin to recede. He grinned at her, panting and nuzzling her neck.
“I’m glad you could fit me into your tight schedule, night nurse.” Rochester whispered with a wink. “When can I make my next appointment?”
“Mondays and Thursdays would do fine, and if you’re good enough, I can throw in every alternate Saturday.”
“Oh, I’ll be good, I promise.”
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Story 15
Chapter 1
Gregg had only been home for two days but he was already bored out of his mind. He regretted leaving his off-campus apartment in D.C. in order to come back home to Stamford for the summer. His mother had convinced that he could use a few months of home cooked meals and he was more than a little sick of the food that he got on campus, so the offer his mother’s home cooked food had been enough to finally convince him. But he hadn’t considered just how bored and lonely he would get back home.
Most of his friends had gone home for at least part of the summer but the ones who had chosen to stay around would definitely be living up. Drunken parties that would include nude Jell-O shots, strip pokers, and wild spin the bottle sessions would keep them occupied for a few months.
But he would be stuck in this affluent suburban town with hardly a single person to hang out with. Yet it wasn’t all bad. He did have access to the extra beamer his parents had leased for the summer. So he’d be able to get around as much as he needed. He had several friends living in the city and he planned on taking more than a few trips down there. That would at least give him something to look forward to. But until then he had no idea how he would go about entertaining himself.
Of course, there was porn. And what better thing could there be for a virile, nineteen- year- old home from college. Porn, porn, and lots of porn. But that had gotten old quickly. And he already needed something else to entertain him.
Gregg helped his mother unpack groceries in the kitchen.
“I hope you don’t plan on sitting inside the whole summer,” his mother said.
Gregg sighed and stared at his mother. “No, of course not, he replied. But it’s not like there were a ton of things to do around here.”
“I saw a flyer posted to a wall in town. It was about an adult soccer league for people in the area.”
“Is it for really old people?”
Gregg’s mother chuckled. “I’m not sure what you mean by really old, but there should be a mix of ages. Why don’t you go online and see if you can get any more information?”
Later that evening Gregg took his mother’s advice and decided to go online and get more information about the summer soccer. He wasn’t too excited about the prospect of meeting other people in the area. He figured that the people in the league were probably just as bored and lonely as he was. He sighed and jotted down the relevant information.
The program allowed you to attend one session free of charge. Gregg decided he would swing by the local park the next day and check out the program. Even if it turned out to be really lame, it was still probably more exciting than sitting inside and watching porn all day.
Gregg parked his beamer a couple blocks away from the park. Sometimes he was ashamed of how rich his family was and didn’t like for people to know that he drove such a nice car, at least until they’d gotten to know him. He was pretty ridiculous thing to worry about, though. He lived in Stanford. Of course, he was rich. It was the kind of worry that had probably started while away at school and socializing with people from different ethnic and economic bastards. There was still hope that he wouldn’t become yet another heartless bastard who took his newly minted degree and marched down to Wall Street in search of a job that would start him out in the six-figure range.
He felt a bit strange walking in soccer cleats that he hadn’t worn in years. They felt too tight on his feet and he probably should have gotten a new pair, but that’s something that he wanted to worry about until he’d figure out if this group was something that he really felt like doing.
As the field came into sight, Gregg noticed that there didn’t appear to be that any people there and a feeling of disappointment came over him. He already reg
retted coming all the way out here. Most likely it was a couple of losers hoping to maybe run into some equally down on their luck chicks. That thought made Gregg smile to himself.
“Hey, are you here for the soccer club?” It was a woman’s voice.
Gregg turned and nearly fell over. A tall, leggy brunette in black spandex shorts and sports bra, which made her tits look huge, was standing in front of him with a large bag of soccer balls in her hand.
Gregg didn’t what to say to this woman. She was probably fifteen or twenty years older than him. The creases around her mouth and eyes gave that away, as well as the age spots that dotted her arms and cleavage. She had such a hot and deliciously sexy body. Within seconds, Gregg felt his cock filling with blood. He was too tongue-tied to say anything. And the older woman clearly didn’t seem to mind the way that he was drinking her in with his eyes. The bulge that had formed in his tight shorts didn’t escape her attention either.
Her eyes scrolled up and down his body; stopped, lingered, inspected, and analyzed the size and shape of that bulge in a matter of seconds. When she lifted her eyes, she licked her lips and smiled with satisfaction.
Gregg swallowed. “Yes, I’m here for the soccer club.”
“Well, I’ve got the balls,” the woman said, smiling.
“Yes, you have a lot of balls,” Gregg responded, his eyes locked on the woman’s slightly bronzed tits that seemed like they were about to leap out of the sports bra. The thought of squeezing those tits, sucking them, suckling them, resting his tired head on them, made Gregg so damn hard. He was afraid that his cock might explode right then and there.
“I guess nobody showed up today,” the woman said. “Anyway my name is Ms. Volpe. You can call me that or Mandy, whatever you prefer.”
Gregg introduced himself and extended his hand. As their hands touched and lightly pressed together, Ms. Volpe kept her eyes on Gregg, smiling seductively.
For the next ten minutes they kicked around the soccer ball and made a bit of small talk. They decided that if no one showed up a time soon they would to healthy food restaurant in town and get to know each other better. Gregg would have been more than happy to leave the field immediately. He couldn’t concentrate on soccer, not as long as this hot woman kept bouncing around in front of him with her gorgeous body.
“What do you think about heading into town for some smoothies”’ Ms. Volpe asked.
Gregg smiled and nodded his head.
Ms. Volpe took a long, slow sip on the straw pretending as if she were oblivious to how much she was turning the young virgin on. Gregg was having a lot of trouble concentrating on what she was saying. His eyes and his imagination kept roving up and down her beautiful body. But it was crazy! The whole thing! It was so wrong! This woman was old enough to be his mother. But of course, she’d kept herself in impeccable shape. Gregg thought he heard her say that she’d been divorced for three years, but he couldn’t be quite sure. Whatever the case he noticed that there was no ring on her finger.
But he couldn’t quite believe that this sexy, older woman was attracted to him. Maybe she was being a tease, trying to find out if she still had what it took to turn men on especially.
Most of Gregg’s questions were answered when Ms. Volpe asked him, if he’d like to follow her back to her house.
Chapter 2
“Have you ever been with an older woman?” Mrs. Volpe asked, licking her lips.
She was a wild animal ready to pounce on her prey, a woman whose sexual needs hadn’t been met in months, maybe years. She ran her fingers up and down Gregg’s cheeks, then she leaned in and lightly kissed him on the ear lobe. Gregg trembled with pleasure. His cock was hard and vibrating in his pants. He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d ever been so damn excited about seeing a woman naked. Ms. Volpe’s body seemed to hold secrets, hidden treasures that could not be found in young women. Since the first time he saw her bouncing around in her sports bra and tight spandex pants, he’d wanted to put his head between her full breasts and rest it there while she rubbed his head. He’d also fantasized about sucking on her nipples, just sucking them like a little goddamn baby. It was such a twisted, perverse fantasy but it instantly made his cock hard. Taboos were made to be broken, especially the ones that could get you so damn sexually excited.
“No, I’ve never been with an older woman before,” he finally answered. “But it’s something that I’ve been thinking about for a long time.”
“Do you want to shove your young cock into my tight pussy?” Ms. Volpe asked.
Gregg swallowed hard and didn’t quite know what to answer. He wasn’t used to this type of dirty talk. Most of the girls he’d hooked up hardly said anything during sex. They just seemed to lie on their back, afraid to anything at all. But this experience was completely different. This was what he’d been waiting for. This was what he needed. A woman that could really take control and show him the ropes.
A few moments went by and Gregg still hadn’t answered the question. But it must have been pretty obvious that yes, of course, he was desperate to feel her skillful tongue working up and down his cock. And yes, of course, he wanted to feel her soft lips sucking on the swollen cock head pulling him closer and closer to the edge of a powerful orgasm.
Gregg closed his eyes as he saw Mrs. Volpe slightly wrinkled hand moving towards the hard bulge in his shorts. His cock was pulsing against his stomach. It was desperate for this older woman’s touch.
Within seconds, Ms. Volpe had slipped her fingers into Gregg’s boxers. She stroked the hard piece of meat up and down several times. Gregg just sat there with his hands at his sides, eyes closed, moaning. He’d never felt something so good in all of his life. His whole body shivered with pleasure. It wasn’t going to take much for him to orgasm. And he would surely shoot a big load. But he was sure that he wouldn’t have any problem reloading and firing off multiple big loads before the night was over.
He only hoped that he would be able to satisfy Ms. Volpe. She was clearly a lot more experienced than he was.
“I want to see what you’re working with under that t-shirt,” she said with a lusty smile.
“I’ll bet that you have a hot little body under there.”
Gregg didn’t need to be asked twice. He felt confident that she’d be impressed by his six-pack and hard abs. He quickly lifted his shirt up over his head.
“Wow, that’s hot,” Ms. Volpe said.
She placed her hands on his pecs and squeezed. Then she slowly worked, no danced, her fingers down his chest. She planted soft kisses on Gregg six pack. Then she reached around and squeezed his ass. She smiled with delight and yanked his blue shorts down his muscular, hairless legs. Gregg’s big hard cock bounced up and down in front of her face. She stared at it as if she were hypnotized.
“That’s such a beautiful cock,” she said. “It’s almost twice as big as my ex-husband’s.
Gregg couldn’t help feeling flattered by the compliment. This was a woman who had probably seen a lot of cock in her day, or so it seemed. If she was genuinely impressed, then he most likely did have a nice cock. It wasn’t something that he’d ever really paid much attention to.
Ms. Volpe swirled her tongue around Gregg’s cock and kept her eyes looking up at him the whole time. She was going to drive him wild in no time if she kept that up. What a slut! Gregg thought to himself, completely entranced by how uninhibited and free the older woman was.
“That feels so good,” Gregg said. “So fucking good. Please don’t stop.”
“Those young girls at school don’t really know how to suck cock, do they?”
Gregg’s tongue got stuck in his throat as he tried to answer the question. But the slight spasm that shook his body was enough of an answer.
Then Ms. Volpe did something that no girl had ever done to him before. She did something that he would have never asked a girl to do. But it was damn near the best sensation that he’d ever felt in his life.
As she slobbered up and down h
is cock with her slutty mouth, Ms. Volpe began playing around Gregg’s asshole with her fingers. She probably suspected that that would push him past the edge and set off an explosion of young man cum all over her face and tits.
She was right!
That one body spasm was the just the prologue to a series of full body convulsions that sent thick loads of cum shooting from Gregg’s dick.
Ms. Volpe giggled and admired just how virile Gregg was. And Gregg certainly felt proud of himself. He’d never cum so hard in all of his life. He was panting and out of breath.
But Ms. Volpe wasn’t quite done yet. She licked a few last drops of cum from the head of Gregg’s dick.
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