Good Samaritan
by Ann Douglas
Dalia Collins pulled her red sweater a little tighter, trying to ward
off the late night chill as she walked across the parking lot to where she
had parked her car. Behind her, the lights of Mickey’s Place, the 24-hour
Truck Stop where she worked, still shone brightly, the tables still filled
with customers. It had been an extremely busy night for the 49 year old
waitress, made more so by the fact that one of the other waitresses had
called in sick at the last minute.
"Yeah, I just bet Gabrielle’s sick!" the dark skinned woman said to
herself as she reached the edge of the parking lot. "Home in bed on a
Friday night!"
As she turned the key to unlock the door of her ten year old Escort,
she added more cynically, "If she’s home in bed, I’d bet my paycheck
she’s not there alone."
And of course Gabrielle would get away with it, Dalia thought, as
she dropping into the diver’s seat. You can get away with wonders when
you occasionally blow the boss.
That little tidbit was supposed to be somewhat of a secret. Dalia
knew it only because she’d accidentally walked in on the two of them. It
had been at the end of a shift one night last month. Dalia had been
carrying a stack of dishes to put away in the back room when she saw
them. The sight of the 28-year-old blond on her knees mouthing Mickey’s
cock was almost enough to make her drop her heavy burden. Thankfully,
she managed to keep her balance and backed out of there before Mickey
could realize she was there.
Unfortunately, Gabrielle had noticed. She didn’t react immediately
but approached Dalia just before quitting time. The older woman had
resisted the temptation to ask her how to could bear to suck off a fat slob
like Mickey. Instead, she just assured her co-worker that she wouldn’t
mention it to anyone.
Surprisingly enough, to Dalia at least, Gabrielle didn’t seem
concerned that anyone should find out she was servicing the boss.
Instead, she actually had the audacity to proposition Dalia. Gabrielle said
that she’d always had a thing for black women and thought Dalia was
really sexy, especially for a woman her age.
Dalia had been shocked. Never in her life had another woman
approached her. She’d been quick to assure Gabrielle that she had no
interest in that direction. The younger woman had pouted in
disappointment and told Dalia that if she ever changed her mind, the offer
was always open.
"You don’t know what you’re missing." Gabrielle had whispered
into her ear as she stepped out of the corner where she had pressed Dalia
into. To highlight her remark, she had run her fingers across Dalia’s left
breast as she passed. The touch was hard enough to be felt through both
blouse and bra.
Gabrielle hadn’t repeated the offer since that night, but Dalia made
it a point to check the back storage rooms before she walked into them.
"Home for a hot shower and a warm bed." Dalia mused as she
started up the car, letting thoughts of Gabrielle fade from her mind.
Somewhat more angry ones quickly replaced those thoughts as the
engine turned over but failed to catch. Dalia waited a moment, then tried
it a second and third time, both with equally disappointing results.
"Fucking great!" she cried aloud as she tried again one last time.
"This piece of shit would pick tonight to die!"
She knew angry curses weren’t going to be much help right now,
but they did make her feel a little better. Only last month her son had told
her when he visited that she really needed a new car. She’d promised him
that she was in the process of shopping for one. And no, she didn’t need
any money from him to buy one.
Of course she’d been lying. If she’d had enough money for a new
car, she would have certainly gotten rid of this piece of crap. Be that as it
may, it wasn’t going to help her right now.
Getting out of the car, Dalia opened the hood and looked at the
engine. She had to suppress a laugh. Like she knew what she was looking
for. Her son, Jack had tried to teach her some basic mechanics but they
always seemed beyond her.
Looking back at the brightly lit Truck Stop, Dalia hated the thought
of going back and asking Mickey’s help. He hadn’t been too happy when
she’d told him she was too tired to stay a few more hours to help out with
the still large crowd. Still she didn’t have much choice. Her apartment
was eighteen miles away and she wasn’t about to hike down the Interstate.
"Need help?" a voice asked from only a few feet behind Dalia.
"Jesus!" Dalia yelled as she jumped at the sound of the voice and
the sudden realization that someone was behind her.
"I didn’t mean to startle you,” a young man said as he stepped over
to the front fender. "I saw you open the hood and thought you might need
some help."
"I’m sorry to have yelled,” Dalia said as she took in the blond
haired young man. "I just didn’t know you were behind me."
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked, looking under the
hood.
"I’m not sure," Dalia replied. "It doesn’t want to start."
"I’m pretty good with cars, let me take a look." he said with a
smile. "Do you have a flashlight?"
"I think so."
While he bent over the front bumper, Dalia reached back into the
car and pulled the flashlight out of the glove compartment. She’d thought
the young man looked familiar and was able to place him in the flashlight's
glow.
She’d seen him in the restaurant, sitting in a booth with three of his
friends. She hadn’t given them much notice; they’d been sitting at one of
Beverly’s tables. Beverly was the other waitress on the 4-12 shift.
She remembered them because Beverly went out of her way to flirt
with them. The 45-year-old redhead was always flirting with the students
from the local college. There were times when Beverly insinuated that she
did more than flirt with them, but Dalia was never sure if she was joking
or not.
This young man stood five foot five and looked more like a high
school than college student. With a slim build that made Dalia conscious
of the extra pounds she was always trying to take off, he was definitely
cute by any standard. He was wearing a blue T- shirt and jeans, topped by
a green and white windbreaker.
"My names Ryan, by the way." he said as she poked around the
engine.
"Dalia," was her response.
He spent a few minutes checking various connections, asking Dalia
to follow his hands with the flashlight. He stopped at one connection and
tested it a second time.
"I think this is it."
"Can you do anything with it?" Dalia asked. "At least enough to
get me home?"
He grinned. "I’m gonna try."
A few moments later, another car pulled up in front of Dalia’s. At
the wheel was another of the students she had seen back at Mickey’s.
"Hey Ryan, we’re out of here,” the black bearded young man
called. "Are you coming or what?"
Ryan’s head appeared. "Hang on a few, will you." I just need
about 15 minutes, 20 tops to get this car going."
"What are you, triple A?"
"15 minutes. You’re not going to die for 15 minutes, Billy." Ryan
said as he leaned under the hood again.
"Ryan, we have to get going,” Billy insisted as he looked over his
shoulder toward the back seat. "You’re going to mess this all up."
Just then, the headlights of a passing car illuminated the Billy’s
back seat. Squeezed in between the final two students from that booth,
was Beverly. She was trying hard to be inconspicuous. Up to that moment
she had succeeded.
She leaned forward from her hiding place and said something to
Billy that Dalia couldn’t make out.
"Last chance!" Billy yelled.
Ryan didn’t respond, his mind on the engine in front of him.
"Your loss, man!" Billy yelled, hitting the gas. The car took off
across the parking lot and passed out the exit toward the Interstate.
Little more than a minute later, Billy stood up and told Dalia to try
it. In testament to his efforts, the old clunker coughed to life.
After waiting a few moments to see if the engine would stay
running, Ryan looked around to see where his friends had gone.
"I’m afraid they left you here." Dalia remarked as she came back
around to the front of the car, careful to leave the motor running.
"Damn," Ryan muttered under his breath.
"I’m sorry," she sympathized. "I feel responsible."
"It’s okay," Ryan said, wiping his hands on a rag. "I couldn’t leave
you stranded here."
"And you are a dear for thinking that way." She leaned over and
kissed him on the cheek.
He just smiled in return.
Dalia ran a hand through her short curly hair. "Maybe we’d better
get going before this hunk of junk decides to die again."
"We...?" he repeated in surprise.
"Of course," Dalia smiled. "You don’t think I’m going to leave
you stranded here now, do you?"
"You don’t have to," Ryan said. I can grab the bus back to school
just down the road. It should be along in about a half hour or so."
"Just get in the car....." she insisted.
After a brief hesitation, Ryan did just that.
As they exited the parking lot and started for the Interstate, they
exchanged idle chatter. Dalia talked a little about her job and Ryan told
her about life at school.
"I don’t think it was very nice for your friends to take off and leave
you like that." Dalia said as they headed east.
"Well, they’re not really my friends. Just some guys from my
dorm."
"Still it was a lousy thing to do." Dalia said as she turned onto an
off ramp.
"I guess so." Ryan finally agreed.
"So where were you coming from that you wound up at Mickey’s?"
Dalia asked.
"From the dorms."
"I know that," Dalia laughed. "I meant in between Mickey’s and
the dorm."
"Nowhere,” the young man said. "We only came to the truck
stop."
"What ever for?" Dalia said, a touch of puzzlement in her voice.
"You certainly weren’t there for the food!"
With that, Ryan’s light complexion turned absolutely pale. Then it
turned bright red with embarrassment.
"I’d r-rather not say." he stammered out.
"Oh come on," Dalia laughed. "You’ll have me thinking you came
all the way down there just to meet Beverly."
Dead silence filled the air. The older woman realized they come to
the restaurant for just that reason.
"Oh my, how did that come about?" she asked, her curiosity fired.
The young man didn't seem to want to answer, Dalia thought more
from embarrassment than anything else. A curiosity consumed her.
"Well if it’s really a problem, “ she said, trying the reverse
physiology she had practiced on her kids. "then we'll just change the
subject."
"It's not a problem." Ryan finally answered.
"Bingo!" she exclaimed, smiling in satisfaction.
"It was mostly Billy's doing." Ryan began.
"Billy being the bearded young man who took off without you?"
"Yeah, that was him."
"Go on." the woman encouraged as she looked out to check the
street signs.
"Well, anyway, like I said, it was mostly Billy's idea. He said he'd
met Beverly last month and decided to call her up and get something
together again."
Dalia translated that to mean that they'd met either at the diner or a
bar and Billy had fucked what little there was of Beverly's brains out.
"When he talked to her this afternoon, she said she'd love to get
together but insisted that he bring along a couple of friends to make the
night more memorable."
In other words, Dalia thought, Beverly was all hot and horny and in
the mood for a gang bang.
As they neared the small apartment complex where Dalia lived,
Ryan continued. "Originally Billy had asked Steve Wilson, Teddy Kenny
and Carl Burke to go. Then Steve had an emergency and couldn't go.
Billy figured that if he showed up with less than three more guys Beverly
might lose her interest."
"Not likely," Dalia thought as they headed around to the parking
lot. "Three young and hard cocks were still three young hard cocks. She
couldn’t imagine Bev passing them up."
"By that time, most of the dorm was already empty." Ryan
concluded. "So when Billy found me in the lounge studying, he insisted I
come along."
"If they really aren't your friends, then why did you go along?" she
asked as they pulled into a parking spot.
"Well Billy and Teddy said that any guy who'd pass up a chance
like this had to be either gay or a virgin." The young man said somewhat
embarrassed.
"Neither of those is in and of itself necessarily fatal." Dalia
observed, turning off the car.
"Where are we?" he asked, looking out the window at unfamiliar
surroundings.
"My place," She stepped out of the car. "I don't have enough faith
in this piece of crap to make it up to the college and back. I'll call you a
cab from here to get you the rest of the way."
"You don't have to." he insisted as he stepped out of the car. "I
can make it back there on my own."
"The nearest bus stop is a mile and a half down the road," The dark
skinned woman stated with an authoritarian tone. "There's no way that I'm
going to let you walk, or worse hitch your way down there."
Ryan finally gave up and followed her up to the second floor
apartment.
"Be it ever such a hovel,” Dalia laughed as she opened the door
wide and motioned for Ryan to precede her inside. "There's no place like
home."
Actually, small as the apartment was, it was pretty nice. It could
use some cleaning, but then again so could Ryan's dorm room. When you
lived by yourself, it was sometimes too easy to let things pile up.
"Can I get you something to drink," Dalia asked as she tossed her
sweater over the edge of the couch. "Soda, juice, maybe a beer?"
"Soda would be fine," Ryan said as he took a look at the uniform
Dalia had been wearing beneath the sweater.
The waitress outfit was identical to the one Beverly had been
wearing: black with white trim. In Beverly's case however, the uniform
had looked to be a size too small, her large breasts straining against the
material. The woman standing in front of him had much smaller mounds,
but the rich brown cleavage visible beneath the darker material was
enough to make him blush when he realized he was staring at it.
Dalia didn't seem to notice, or care if she had, as she handled Ryan
a glass of soda. She took a sip of her own then picked up the phone. The
call was rather brief and she dropped the receiver back on its cradle.
"The cab should be here in about twenty minutes." she smiled,
taking another sip of her drink. "Might as well relax until it gets here."
Ryan had diverted his attention to the rows of pictures that lined
the apartment wall. He assumed they were Dalia's family. There were a
series of photographs of a young man and women, both of whom bore a
striking resemblance to his host. The girl gave him an idea of what the
waitress had looked like when she was younger. Not that she wasn't still
attractive, for a woman her age that is.
"My rogues gallery." she explained, moving next to Ryan. She
stopped in front of a large family portrait. "That's Jack, my oldest." She
pointed to the thirty-one year old on the far right. "His wife Alexandra,
and his daughters Denise and Kathy. On the other end is my daughter,
Jennifer. That's Ken, her significant other as they say, next to her."
Ryan looked hard at Dalia's oldest. There was something familiar
about him. He knew he'd seen him somewhere before.
The mystery was solved a few moments later when he spotted
another picture of a younger Jack at the end of the wall. In that photo he
was wearing the gold and red colors of Ryan's college.
"Your son is Rocket Collins?" Ryan asked excitedly as recognition
dawned.
"Well, he was called that once upon a time," Dalia admitted with
more than a touch of pride. "But that was a very long time ago. I'm
surprised you even recognized him."
"Are you kidding? When I was ten years old, my Dad took me to
see him play. He was the best quarterback ever to play at State. How
come he never turned pro?"
"A small leg injury his senior year." Dalia’s eyes seeming to look
into days past. "Nothing major, but an injury that could very well cause
problems if he got hurt again. It was a risk he decided not to take."
"That must've been hard for him."
"Not as hard as you might think. Football was never more than a
game to Jack. He had other aspirations. The sports scholarship was just a
way to live those dreams.”
“I guess so.”
The teenager took a few moments to think about what Dalia had
said. Then, his eyes still on the photo of the Football star, he said the most
unexpected thing.
“I’m not gay.”
“What?” Dalia said.
“What the guys said before about anyone who wouldn’t go with
them tonight,” he explained. “I didn’t want them to think that I’d never
done it before.”
“Honey, there’s no crime in being a virgin.” Dalia smiled. “We all
start out that way. And believe me, being part of a gang bang isn’t the way
you want to remember losing it.”
“I just wanted to be over it. I’m tired of worrying about it.”
Dalia looked hard at Ryan. He was a good-looking kid, no doubt
about it. Normally a nice young man like him should have no problem
finding some sweet thing to share his bed. What he did seem to have was
a serious self-confidence problem.
“May I make a suggestion?” she asked.
Ryan shrugged in reply.
“If you just want to spend the night with a woman,” she said,
surprised at the words coming out of her mouth. “Why not just stay here.
Last time I looked in the mirror, I still qualified.”
Ryan looked at her in disbelief, amazed at what she had just said.
Even more astonished was Dalia herself. Two hours ago she was
wondering if she was the only woman at Mickey’s who wasn’t fucking
around. Now she was offering to pop the cherry of an eighteen-year-old
boy.
Her mind drifted back to the days when Jack was a college
freshman and her apartment was sometimes filled with many of his
friends. More than a few times she had wondered what it might be like to
bed one of them. On a few of her more lonely nights, she’d even
fantasized what it would be like with more than one of them.
That, of course, had been phantasm, the sexual musings of a lonely
woman. Since then, there had been men in her bed if not her life. The
truth was that over the years most of her sexual satisfaction came from a
battery-powered lover.
“I don’t understand?” Ryan said, sure he had heard her wrong.
“It’s really very simple,” Dalia said as she stepped to within a foot
of Ryan and gently stroking the side of his face. “You want to fuck a
woman. I want a man inside of me. The solution seems obvious. Unless
of course you think I’m too old?”
Dalia had chosen her words carefully, especially her use of the
work “fuck”. If she had learned nothing else in her sexual experience, it
was that nothing turned on some men faster then a woman who talked
dirty. It was quickly evident that Ryan fell into that category.
“Well?”
She took Ryan’s lack of response as a yes and pressed her body
against him, a manicured hand coming to rest on the rising bulge in his
pants.
If there is one universal truth in the battle of the sexes, it is that no
man was going to say no to a woman when she has his balls in her hand.
Ryan proved to be no exception.
“Maybe we should cancel that cab.” Dalia mused before pressing
her lips against his for a brief moment.
As she dialed the telephone, Dalia wondered if she had lost her
mind. Maybe so, she concluded, but she’d worry about it in the morning.
“Well that takes care of that.” She hung up the phone. “Now
where were we?”
Ryan was speechless to say the least. Dalia didn’t mind. Right
now she was talking enough for both of them. It was her way of dealing
with nervousness.
“Oh yes,” she smiled. “We were about to get more comfortable.”
Returning to him, she turned around and presented her back. His
eyes focused on the band of brown flesh between the nape of her neck and
the top of her uniform.
“Would you mind undoing my zipper?” .
He was quick to comply, watching as the rich warmth of her flesh
became increasingly exposed. The zipper stopped just above the curve of
her ass, giving a better view of the delight beneath the dark material, a
view now marred only by the black strap of her bra.
“Could you undo that for me?”
His hands fumbling with the small clasp, brought back memories
of Dalia’s own teenhood dates. She considered for a moment helping him,
then decided against it. If he took a little while to get the hang of it, well
she had all night.
Even without being able to see it, the tall woman knew a smile
now filled Ryan’s face as she felt the tiny hook give way. Smaller hands
took hold of Ryan’s own and guided them around her. Gently she slid
them under the dark material of her brassiere to come to rest against the
lighter mounds beneath it.
“Mmmm!” she purred as she felt him cup her breasts.
Her nipples grew hard against his fingers, a hardness matched by
that pressing her ass as she pulled him against her.
“Kiss me, Lover.” Dalia said, arching her head over her shoulder,
offering her lips to him.
Ryan followed her instructions, enjoying the press, first of her
mouth, then her tongue within him. None of his dates had ever kissed him
so erotically.
They traded desires like long lost lovers as the difference in years
between them faded. All that mattered was that Ryan was a man, and
Dalia was a woman.
Ryan continued to massage her breasts, savoring the softness of her
flesh and the stubby hardness of her thick nipples. No longer restrained,
her bra fell to the floor. Her uniform soon followed it, leaving her clad in
only a pair of black panties.
She took hold of Ryan’s right hand and brought it down to the
waistband of her panties. Slipping under the elastic, it came to rest on her
already wet mound. The forty-nine-year-old could feel the beat of his
eighteen-year-old heart. That and the rapid pulse of his breaths.
“Right there.” Dalia said as she took his index finger and led it to
her excited clitoris.
His touch was a little clumsy at first. Then under her tutelage it
became more effective.
“That’s it,” she gasped, enjoying a feeling so long absent. “Just
like that, just keep going round and round.”
She closed her eyes and let herself drift amidst the waves of
pleasure spreading out from her pussy. This was a gifted student, she
quickly decided. Dalia hoped he took to his next lesson just as well.
Turning in his arms, Dalia kissed him once again. A quick thank
you for both the pleasure he had given her, and the even greater ones to
come.
With nimble fingers, the dark woman undid the buttons of his shirt.
His chest was soon as bare as hers. With outstretched fingers, she ran her
hands across his pectorals, enjoying the feel of his light blond hair as the
strands brushed against her skin.
She placed an index finger on each of his nipples, playing with
them until they became as hard as her own. The sharpness of her nails was
soon replaced by the wetness of her tongue as she bent down and took his
left nipple into her mouth.
Dalia played with it for a minute, just enough for Ryan to see how
it should be done. Then she repeated her performance on the other one.
“Let’s get rid of these, shall we?” She laughed as she undid his
belt buckle and dropped his pants to the floor.
Her mouth opened slightly in silent admiration at the somewhat
impressive package still straining against his Fruit of the Looms. Shed of
the other layers of clothing, it was larger than she’d first thought.
When she’d been much younger, Dalia had sat around with her
girlfriends and chatted about guys, sex and the like. Their conversation
back then had been full of many falsehoods. The one that always came
back to her was that of cock size and race. Most of the girl’s back then
had believed the myth that all black guys were hung like horses. She had
been no exception. That particular fable had come to a shattering
disillusionment the first time she’d been intimate with the future father of
her children. Over time, and with other partners, she’s had learned for this
as so many things, race was only one factor in that department.
This came to mind as she pressed her hand against Ryan’s
cloth-covered cock and measured it against the spread of her fingers. It
was a waste, she decided, that this boy hadn’t been laid before. The idea
that she would be the first to partake of his endowment produced a rush
between her legs that no plastic toy could ever equal.
Taking the elastic of his underpants in her hands, she pulled them
down with a forceful motion. In response, Ryan’s erect cock sprang
upward, bouncing in the open air.
“Shit!” Dalia yelled mentally as his young manhood came to rest
inches from her face. It had to be at least seven inches long!
Like the rest of his now naked form, Ryan’s cock was framed by
only the scarcest of light blond hair. Long as it was, it was also slimmer
than what Dalia was used to -- not that she was about to complain! If
anything, its width would make it fit easier into her mouth. Only as an
afterthought did she find that it strangely colored. It was the first time in
her life she’d ever seen a white man naked.
That idea lasted but a brief second as desire replaced
contemplation. Moving her head ever so slightly, she reached out with her
tongue and caressed the tip. Then she ran it up and down the length.
Finally, she shifted position again and took him whole within her mouth.
“Oh my God!” Ryan called out as he felt her wetness engulf him.
They were his first words since their intimacy had started.
Over the years Dalia had heard of women who didn’t like the taste
or feel of a cock in their mouth. Luckily for Ryan, she definitely wasn’t
one of them. With an almost animal intensity, she pumped her head back
and forth, raking his member with both tongue and lips. It was more than
he could stand.
In brief seconds, she could taste the first indications of an
imminent eruption on her tongue. It reminded her that among other things,
young men were not noted for their control. The upside to that was that
they usually recharged their batteries, as she once heard her son say, rather
quickly.
She withdrew until her lips were just tickling the tip, running her
tongue around the edge.
“Oh yeah, baby,” she called out. “Give it to me!”
And give it to her Ryan did. Spurts of rich come splashed against
the roof of her mouth, covering her tongue and leaking out between her
lips. Quick as she could, she swallowed the first jets of whiteness. As fast
as she took it inside her, another seemed to follow. That was the other
thing she’d heard about sex with young men. They seemed to have an
endless supply of come.
“Oh god, oh god!” Ryan cried repeatedly as he tried to stay up on
weak knees.
“Is that all you can say?” Dalia asked, standing up and wiping the
last white droplets from her lips.
“I love you!” the young man blurted.
Dalia smiled. It was the perfect thing for him to say.
“No, honey. What you’re feeling isn’t love, it’s just lust. And
under the circumstances that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
Ryan’s facial expression abruptly turned to that of a lost puppy.
“Don’t frown,” she continued with a grin. “Because if it really
was love, there would be all kinds of difficulties that we’d have to address.
Complications such as age and background to just name a few that I’d
really rather not have to get into.”
His look changed to confusion.
“But since we can recognize what just happened as only lust,” she
continued. “we can just taken for what it is, and let it take us where it
leads.”
She paused for a moment and smiled even wider.
“And right now, I think it should lead us to the bedroom where
there’s a bit more room.”
Ryan’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
Once inside the bedroom, they rid themselves of the last vestiges of
clothing, -- with one exception. Dalia kept on her simple panties. They
covered a prize she would let her young lover unwrap a little later.
She climbed onto the center of the bed and motioned for him to
join her. The bedroom was more brightly lit than the living room, the
result of a four bulb overhead fan. Under the increased illumination, Ryan
got his first good look her body.
When he stopped to think about it, he realized that Dalia was
almost a good ten years older than his mother. An observation that didn’t
reduce the excitement of her near naked body a bit. His hazel-green eyes
fixed on the rich brown breasts she proudly displayed. They were round
and small enough to each fit either in one of his hands. Each was capped
by a small very black areola, at the center of which projected a nipple as
thick as a baby bottle’s. He quickly decided that not even Cara Penopolas,
whose image he’d spent all of senior year jerking off to, had such beautiful
mounds.
“Well are you going to stand there and just look?” Dalia grinned
as she lifted a breast in each hand and rubbed her thumbs against the stiff
tips. “Or are you going to take things in hand?”
Ryan practically jumped onto the bed, replacing her hands on her
breasts with his own. If anything, her skin now felt even warmer than it
did in the other room. He kissed the top of her breasts, drinking in the
mixed aroma of perfume, sex and sweat. Lifting one of her globes to his
mouth, he closed his lips around the dark center.
“Good boy,” She smiled as Ryan showed how much he had learned
from her impromptu earlier lesson.
With concentration fueled by enthusiasm, Ryan ticked her flesh
with his tongue. Every once in a while he would use his teeth as well,
careful not to bite too hard. He wasn’t always successful, but Dalia didn’t
seem to mind too much.
In fact, she was content to just lie back against the large pillows
and let Ryan explore her body at his leisure. He did this with both his
hands and mouth. The only exception was still the area concealed by her
panties. She’d show him the treasure beneath in her own time.
As she enjoyed his attentions, Dalia wondered what fascinated him
the most. Was it simply that she was a woman or was it more? That she
was older certainly factored into all this. She could tell that much. The
forty-nine-year-old definitely felt the sexual excitement their difference in
age had produced. To be honest, she had even perceived a certain
forbidden passion aspect due to their racial disparity.
As he kissed her for what had to have been the fiftieth time that
night, she threw her arms around him and rolled him onto his back. With
both legs straddling her young lover, Dalia pressed her breasts into his
face. The blond accepted her offering with boyish delight. The press of
warm flesh against his mouth was intoxicating.
“I think its time I give you something else to try that talented
tongue on.” she joked as she pulled one of her nipples from Ryan’s
mouth.
She rose to her full height. The panties she wore, while simple in
most respects, had one unique feature. They had two small clips on each
side that could be undone. It took only the very briefest of movements,
and the small black strip fell to the bed.
Ryan stared up at the wide patch of curly black hair between her
legs. If he looked close enough, he would find a few strands of gray and
white. Earlier, when he’d felt its wetness against his hand, he’d tried
unsuccessfully to form a mental image of it. Now the reality of it filled his
vision as Dalia lowered herself against his face.
The older woman stopped a few inches above him, giving him time
to study her sex. Aside from pictures passed around the dorm, it was the
first real at look at a pussy Ryan had ever had. The strong scent of
womanhood filled his nostrils. Dalia reached down and parted her dark
lips with two of her fingers, revealing the deep pinkness within.
Dropping even lower, she moved to a height where Ryan could
taste her promised treasure. He hesitated for a few seconds, slightly
hesitant. Stories and jokes about eating pussy crossed his mind, just
enough to give him pause. Then, remembering how easily Dalia had taken
him into her own mouth, Ryan took a breath and went at it.
Even if she hadn’t already known, Dalia could tell it was his first
experience licking a woman. His tongue was all over the place, but
occasionally he would hit the right spot. She gently took a hold of his head
and began to guide him to her sensitive spots.
"Easy...” she whispered as she lowered herself so that her open
cunt now rested on top of his eager mouth. "Just take it nice and slow. Let
your tongue glide in and out."
Finally he began to follow her instructions and was rewarded with
his first taste of a woman’s honey. Ryan was sure that none of the girls at
school could ever have tasted so good.
"That's better...,” Dalia admitted as she arched back and enjoyed
the feel of his tongue inside her.
Rubbing her now well-lubricated cunt back and forth over his face,
Dalia soon covered it with a thin layer of nectar. As she lifted herself off
him, she couldn't resist licking a little of it.
"Mmmm,” she purred as her tongue licked the side of his face. "I
think you're ready for the main event."
Backtracking her earlier steps on the bed, she moved to a point
where her wet pussy now hovered over his rock hard member. Taking it in
hand, she held it straight and lowered herself onto it.
With the cockhead at her sugar walls, she paused a moment. Her
green eyes looked into his. The fire between her legs flared in intensity as
she saw the hunger in those eyes. His dream was about to come true.
Dropping an inch, she eased his cockhead inside her. It slid
effortlessly, quickly covered by the heavy lubrication produced through his
efforts. Then in a quick motion she dropped all the way and took him
totally within her.
Ryan gasped at the sudden envelopment. The wet pressure around
it brought a smile of satisfaction to his face. If he thought having his cock
in her mouth was heaven on earth, the words didn't exist to describe this
new incredible sensation. As she began to move up and down on his pole,
the sensations grew in intensity. Bracing her hand against the top of the
bed, she rose and dropped with an ever-increasing frequency. Faster and
faster, she pumped, creating a suction that was drawing the life out of his
cock.
"Oh god.... Dalia!" Ryan called out as he tried to match her
motions.
At the rate she was moving, Dalia knew that he would again come
quickly. As he had proven before, few men his age had any self-control.
Lifting herself higher so that his cock nearly fell out of her, she drove
herself down on it in a single final fury.
Up again she rose, this time letting his pulsing cock slip from
inside her. In a quick motion she grabbed his hardness and pressed it
between her breasts. Pressing against each of her mounds, she trapped his
cock between them.
Still slippery from being within her, his hardness rubbed against
her hot dark skin. One, twice, three times his white pole disappeared
between her ebony breasts. Finally, it erupted in an orgasmic explosion,
showering both their bodies with his seed.
Slamming her body down upon his, Dalia grabbed his arms and
pulled him to her. Her mouth sought his and kissed him passionately.
Holding him pressed tightly against her, she continued to pump his still
firm cock with her breasts until his cream dotted her skin. Finally it was
done and her hot, sweat covered body collapsed upon his. Too exhausted
to even lift herself, she just laid there, his cock still against her.
Eventually it began to shrink to its pre-aroused state and slipped from
within her mounds. So drained were they both, that after closing their eyes
for a moment, they both drifted off to sleep.
Sunlight flooded the window when Dalia finally opened her eyes.
Glancing to her right, she saw Ryan was also awake but had made no
move to get up. He was satisfied to just lay against her and enjoy the
warmth of her body.
"I have to say lover," she said as she kissed him on the top of his
head. "you're really something. A little practice and you're going to be
irresistible."
He smiled and returned her kiss.
As they shifted in the bed, Dalia couldn’t help but take note of the
renewed hardness that pressed against her leg.
“What do you feel like having for breakfast?” she asked.
“How bout breakfast in bed?” Ryan responded with a confidence
he didn’t have when he walked into her apartment last night.
Dalia looked at him for a moment and considered his request. Last
night had been a moment of insanity. A quite pleasurable one but madness
nevertheless. Today, in the light of sanity, reality came crashing back.
How could she justify a repeat of that craziness?
If the little voice of reason could have its say, so could that of
impulse. And as it had so many times in her life, lucidity came in second
place.
“Oh what the fuck!” she said aloud as her decision sent a renewed
tingle between her legs.
Ryan’s smile grew to epic proportions as she leaned over and took
his cock in her mouth once more.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1999
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