    Title: Doris
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: Doris takes in a much younger renter, and she discovers a desire that she
    never had before. She seduces the much younger man, making both of them well-fucked and
    happy.
    Keywords: youngM/olderF, IR

I guess it can be summed up by the old line of 'It started rather innocently.' And, well, it did. It happened a few years back in 2003. I was fifty-three, widowed, and suffering from empty-nest syndrome, as my only child Nathan had finished college, and had taken a job clear out on the left coast. I was lonely, to say the least. To be more precise, I was all alone out here in the country near Richmond, Indiana, living in a big, five bedroom house, and an even larger piece of land. Ten acres in all, including a nice three acre pond. Woods on the north and south side, a farmers field on the west, and the little traveled gravel road on the east. The pond, which I've always loved, was behind the house, sitting between it and the farmers field. A rather nice, private setting.

As for myself, I was in a funk. Summer was half over, and my little five-two and one-hundred and twenty pound frame was having a hard time keeping the place cleaned up, not to mention I was still working, albeit part-time, two days a week. I actually didn't need to work, not with my income from investments and all. But, I get bored easily, hence the job, even if it was only two days a week, working in a car dealership's office. I was actually thinking of selling the place, and finding a condo in town, which is about ten miles away. But, as I was sitting around and feeling sorry for myself, the phone rang. Picking it up, I said "Hello."

My son’s voice boomed on the other end, saying "Hi mom."

I smiled, replying "Hello dear."

We chatted for twenty minutes, but I sensed something was up, as there was that tone in his voice. I'm his mother, I know that tone. It usually means he wants a favor. And I was right, as he finally said "Listen mom, I need to ask you something."

Okay, here it comes, as I asked innocently, "What's that, Nathan?"

"Well, you remember Frank Jones?" he asked.

I laughed, "Of course I do, he was one of your strikers on your college soccer team, right?"

He laughed, "Yeah, that's him. Anyway, he's returning to Richmond to work at the State Hospital. And well, since you're all alone there, and he needs a place to stay, I thought that well, maybe you could put him up in a room for a spell."

I chuckled, thinking that this was a most unusual request. I still don't know why I replied with "Sure, why not. He can do some things around the house for me.", but I did.

Nathan replied cheerfully "Great. I'll call and tell him to call you."

I just laughed, and we said 'I love you's' and 'good-bye's' and we hung up. That evening, Frank Jones called, and we set up a time to have dinner for the next night in town at a restaurant. Well, it was a very pleasant dinner. I didn't remember too much about the young man when Nathan said his name, only that he played on the team. But I smiled when I saw him, all six-foot and one-hundred ninety pounds of his muscular racially mixed body. Yeah, half black, his mom was white. He's actually from Cleveland, but he went to college nearby with my son, same age as Nathan and they played all four years together on the college team. By meals end, I was more than happy to invite the pleasant young mane to live under my roof. We discussed rent, and what all I would need him to do, such as mowing and building maintenance, before we finally settled on $700 per month, Now, you might think that this was a lot, but I was also offering to cook and clean for him as well. We shook on the deal.

We made arrangements for him to move in that weekend, as that would give me time to clean up a bedroom for him. So, for the next two days, I cleaned out a room down the hall from my master suite, and was looking forward to his living in my house. I also did a bit of grocery shopping, stocking my fridge and pantry with food to serve this young man. As soon as he arrived Saturday morning, I first gave him a tour. I first gave him a controller for the garage, allowing him to park his Dodge Viper. Then, the tour of the house, starting on the first floor. Usual layout, the kitchen, dining room, large family room, a living room, a small, guest bedroom with it's own bath, and a room which my son had set up as a workout room, still with all of his equipment in there, waiting to be used. Frank smiled broadly when he saw that. Then, upstairs I showed him his room, the first door on the right. I then showed him the other two bedrooms, and the bathroom for them, and then my suite, which has it's own bathroom.

We went back downstairs, and went out onto the back patio. He smiled when he saw the hot tub, and the small pond as well. That's when it hit me, I'll have to now where a bathing suit to use either, something I hadn't bothered with in years. Oh well, I thought, I'll just have to make do. As he moved his belongings to his new home, I watched as I worked on cleaning the house and doing laundry. I did show him the laundry room, where he could bring his clothes when they're dirty. I was hoping he was better than my son in cleaning up after himself.

The first month went very well, and very quickly. I was enjoying his company when he wasn't working, and I was finding that I enjoyed cooking for him. And, I just smiled on those Saturday nights when he went into town on the prowl, hunting for some chickie-poo to have a go with. I was worried the first time he went off, not coming home until very early the next morning. But then, I realized that he wasn’t my boy, so I shouldn't be acting like his mother. It was after the fourth Saturday night of his prowling about, that I was chuckling as he made his way into the kitchen after a rough night on the town. As he sat there, I was all smiles, as he looked like shit, with me asking "So, did you have a good time last night?"

He smirked, and then he smiled, answering "Yeah, sort of."

"Same girl as last weekend?" I asked.

"No," he said, laughing "Not hardly." I looked at him funny, frowning I suppose, as he then explained, "Some lady hit up on me. Old enough to be my mother, I'm sure."

I was shocked, and intrigued, as I answered with "Oh really?"

He laughed as I laid a plate of food in front of him, saying "Yeah. God was she wild."

I just giggled, and shook my head, and after eating and cleaning up the breakfast meal, I went on doing my usual routine. And as usual, on Sunday mornings I head off to the grocery, as Frank does the yard work. But, something was bugging me. Frank did it with an older woman. How old? Why did she do it? How could she enjoy it with a much younger man? As for my sexual experience, my late Ron was my only lover, the only man that I've slept with, and the last time was close to twenty years ago, just before he was killed. That's how I first came into money, a great wrongful death settlement, and the life insurance settlement, both of which I invested. I guess you could say it was like winning the lottery, which is rather funny, considering three years later, I won that as well. Seven point five million to be exact, once taxes were taken out. How you think I was able to afford to send Nathan to a private college?

Anyway, I started asking myself, did I miss sex? No, not really. There really wasn't much to miss. Or was there? I did miss the warmth of a body next to mine, at least for a while after Ron's death. But I got over that. I've heard and read about women that miss having sex, and how other women enjoy sex more than I could ever imagine. I guess this morning, I started wondering what I was missing. It sort of started an evolution in my thinking of sex, wondering what it would be like to have it again.

I was home by noon, and for lunch I made sandwiches. I found that he didn't expect much for lunch on Sunday's, just some cold cuts and bread, and he was happy. He also played in a soccer league, and their games were Sunday afternoons, so as like the past few Sundays, he was done mowing in the morning, ate his lunch, then was off to play soccer. I was alone all Sunday afternoon, giving my mind more time to wander. I went to cleaning up the house, even entering his bedroom and dusting it. He is a good kid, keeping his room picked up, and I smiled, as I left his room, and headed for the laundry room. I had done a load the previous night, but as yet, had not put them away.

I gathered a stack of his clothes, and went on upstairs with them, back to his room. I normally don't put his clothes away, but today I did. Opening the top drawer, I found his socks and underwear, and I quickly put them away. The second drawer, I had some t-shirts, and I was putting them in, when I saw it. The edge of a magazine. I reached in, and pulled it out, seeing the picture of a nude and very busty blond on the cover, with a big, black man, his very long penis shoved deep inside of her. I was rather embarrassed, as I shoved it back down under his shirts, and closed the door, then I quickly put the rest of his clothes away, and left the room, my mind racing.

I went to my bedroom, and closing the door, I laid down on my bed, and started thinking. Damn, Frank has porn in his room! Of course, what could I do? I mean, he wasn't my son, he was a renter. I guess I could confront him about it, tell him that I didn't want it in my house. But, would that be fair? Then, I started thinking about his latest conquest. Did she enjoy it? Why? Is he good? I sat up, thinking enough of this nonsense, as I decided I needed a dip in the hot tub. I stripped down and pulled out my swimsuit, then I grabbed a towel and went out onto the patio and climbed into the hot water. I smiled, as I turned the jets on, enjoying the water swirling around me. And I felt a hunger within, but I was unable to figure out what it was that I desired.

I thought back to Ron. I smiled, recalling our first date. I was a naive young lady, secluded from the realities from life. I worked for my father in his insurance business as a secretary. The year was nineteen-seventy-eight, I was twenty-seven, a few weeks shy of my twenty-eighth birthday. I had never dated, and had always turned the boys down. Being a girl of the sixties, I just wasn't attracted to the free-love culture that was running rampant. Of course, daddy shielded me from all that, really. I went to a private, all-girls school, and no college after wards, as mom had died and I went straight to work for my father.

I was never that close to my mother, and my father? Well, we never really talked. For ten years, I worked for him, until Ron came along. I was surprised when Ron asked my dad if it was okay to ask me for a date. And I was even more surprised when dad said it was up to me. Yes, my first date. It was a pleasant affair, dinner, a movie, and then he brought me home. For every night for three weeks, Ron would take me out, same thing each time. On my birthday, a few weeks later, he proposed, just like that. Heck, we hadn't even kissed yet! Don't get me wrong, he was good looking. He stood well over six foot in height, and built solid. A lot like Frank. Now why did I compare those two like that?

We married the following year, and yes, I saved my virginity for our wedding night. Was it good? Yeah, I guess so. Ron was gentle, as he undressed me slowly, taking his time, making me anticipate it, so to speak. His mouth, and his hands, I remember his hands the most, as they caressed my soft skin, my delicate, small breasts, and my sex. Oh yes, most definitely my sex. He was experienced, I knew that, but of course, I never asked how he learned, as he made sure I was ready to receive him that first time. Yes, it was good, thinking back now, as he did pleasure me for most of our wedding night, as well as the rest of our honeymoon. Did he make me orgasm? Of course, as I remembered the first time he went down on me, his tongue working it's magic, as he explored my sex with it.

But, there was the problem. Yes, he did make me cum, but I never really enjoyed it. It was the same thing, go down on me, make me cum, and very wet, then enter me and deposit his load deep inside of me. I never got off on intercourse, not that he ever tried to do that. And once I was pregnant with Nathan, we stopped having sex, only resuming a few months after Nathan was born. And as for me giving oral to Ron, that rarely happened. I guess I came to the belief that sex was bland. And, I was unbelieving of others that enjoyed it. Maybe I thought it was wrong to enjoy it so much, that to enjoy it made you into a slut. As you can guess, I would soon change my tune.

Frank got home not long after I was out of the hot tub and into some regular clothes. I made a pot roast for dinner, and as we ate, I noticed it. The glances. A few times, I would catch him looking at me, a strange look on his face, as he would be looking at me. Not at my face, but at my body. I suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, as I fidgeted about during the rest of the meal. He must have picked up on this, as he stopped looking, and he lifted his face and smiled at me. I smiled back, and finished my meal.

As I went about taking care of cleaning up, he said he was going to shower and then get into the hot tub. I didn't think anything of it, as I went to work in the kitchen. Ten minutes later, I heard him go through the patio doors in the dining room, and out onto the deck. I lifted up my head, as I was at the sink, and looked out. And there he was, wearing just his swim trunks, which hung down almost to his knees. But as he climbed into the tub, I saw the front of his shorts, sticking out a ways, where his erect cock was making a tent. I gasped, seeing how far out it pushed the fabric, thinking that it must be damn near ten inches. My Ron, he was about eight, and thin. and I wondered how big this kid is. I felt it, the hunger again. I shuddered, telling myself that he's way too young. Yeah, I now knew what that hunger was. A hunger of lust. I had not had it in years, save for the rare occasions when I initiated sex with Ron. Or have I?

I was confused. My emotions weren't stable, and I wasn't sure what to do. I finished the kitchen, and went and watched the television. And when Frank came back into the room after his soak, I smiled at him, and he at me, before he turned and went up to his room. I wondered if he was going to read his porn, as I felt a warmness in my crotch. Damn, now where did that come from? I crossed my legs, hoping that it would help. It didn't. Frank came back down, and sat in the recliner, as he watched the movie I had on, not saying anything. He was dressed in a shirt and a pair of gym shorts. I sat there looking at him out of the corner of my eye, admiring his physique. And the more I admired, the more I felt warm, my tummy turning in knots, and an itching in my crotch. An hour of this, and I got up, saying "Well, I think I'll go on to bed."

He said "Good night." as I went on up the stairs. I entered my bedroom, and changed into my pajama's, then I crawled underneath my covers. I sighed, confused and a bit unhappy. What was I wanting? I knew what I was wanting, but my conscious was telling me that this was forbidden. My loins were telling me otherwise, as I could feel a fire down there, intensifying as I laid there, thinking about the sight of his large muscular chocolate colored skin, and thinking about this afternoon, when I found his magazine. The cover with the busty blond, and the big, coal black cock slammed into her birthing hole. I had a hard time getting to sleep, as I laid there, wondering what to do, as I felt more uncomfortable each passing minute as I felt the longing in my crotch. A longing to be used.

The alarm went off on Monday morning, usual time, but I was far from my usual self. I slept little, as I dragged myself up out of bed, and went into my bathroom. I stripped down, and before I started the shower, I looked at myself in the mirror. My red hair hung down in large, natural curls to my shoulders. I sighed, seeing the streaks of gray here and there, as I turned to get a profile of myself. I cupped my breasts. They had always been small, barely a handful, even for my tiny hands, as I frowned, not liking the view one bit. I wondered what Frank would think, if he saw me in all my nakedness. Would he laugh? I turned, my back to the mirror, as I looked over my shoulder to see. The cheeks of my butt weren't as firm as it was those many years ago, as it got a bit saggy, about the same as my small breasts. Turning around, my depression got worse, as I took in my complete frontal view. My belly had a paunch to it, maybe sticking out a few inches, and my crotch, overgrown with a thick matting of fine red hair. I smiled, at least I hadn't gone gray there, yet.

I sighed, a bit dejectedly, and stepped into the shower, washing my body off, as I felt that damn tingling sensation in my loins once again. Damn, I wish it would stop. After my shower, I dried and dressed into a sweat outfit, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast fro Frank and I. He showed up just as I was pulling the hot cakes off the griddle, smiling at me. We said our usual pleasantries, as we ate in silence. And the glances, he was doing it again. I was wondering why, as after I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, I decided there was nothing to look at.

He said 'Bye', and he was off to work. I only worked two days a week, Tuesday's and Wednesday's, so I just did work around the house. I vacuumed, dusted, threw a load of laundry in, and then I sat and started reading a Good Housekeeping magazine. Well, pretended to read. My mind was back to what my groin was wanting. I eventually put it down, and sat there, before heading up the stairs. I started to pass Frank's room, but I stopped. The door was wide open, nothing unusual there. I stepped inside, and went to the dresser. Opening the second drawer, I pulled out the magazine, and closed the drawer, as I was now heading to my bedroom. I ended up sitting on my bed, my back up against the headboard, as I opened the magazine. More pictures, making me blush as I took in the sight. All showing the same blond from the cover, taking the same black man in a different position in all six pictures.

I turned the page, and a story. It was written from the guys point of view, as I started reading it. It told of how the guy, a black guy, seduced and had his way with a white woman. I was fascinated, as I read it, as it went into explicit detail of everything. And I do mean everything. When I was done with the story, I laid it down, and closed my eyes, and started thinking about Frank. I felt on fire, and for the first time in my life, I lowered my hand into my panties, and touched myself. Yes, the first actual time. I had never played with myself, at least, not on purpose. When I was about eleven, I did, and was caught by momma, who scolded me, telling me I should never rub myself there. Momma never did explain why. I rolled my finger over my clit, and a wave of pleasure swept over me, bringing a smile to my face. That felt good, and I naturally tried it again. Three rubs, and I heard someone scream, and it took me a good two or three seconds to realize that it was me. My first self-induced orgasm, and it was the most powerful orgasm that I had ever had.

My body was shaking, as I slowly came down from my sexual high, my chest rising and falling, as I regained my breath. I was amazed, and to think that reading about someone having sex helped me get there. I kept my hand down inside my panties, as I picked the magazine back up, turning the page, another story, with pictures, of another man, this one white, doing a black woman. It was just as detailed in the happenings of their sexual act, and as I read where she came, so did I, as I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tightly, a hard cum washing over me once more, as I was wishing it was me getting it on with a man.

With all that stimulation, I fell asleep, not waking for an hour or so. When I did finally open my eyes, I saw it was close to three in the afternoon. I stood on wobbly legs, and returned Frank’s porno to his dresser drawer, placing it carefully back where I had found it. I smiled, as I left his room, and went back to doing my usual routine. Of course, a guilt trip soon enveloped me, and that depressed me some. Until I brought my own fingers to my face, and caught a whiff of my ripe sex. Yeah, I smiled, remembering how well my masturbation session had felt. I cheered right up, and fixed dinner for us, waiting for his coming home from work.

And once he was home, we sat and ate, and I noticed him looking at me a bit strangely once again. Of course, I was beside myself with happiness, as I felt refreshed, young, and somewhat still wanting some male companionship. And it was then, at dinner, that I decided I was going to get it. I had no clue on how, but as I smiled at Frank, I sure did know who. I didn't say anything to him that evening, as I sat there in the living room with him, watching a baseball game.

Later, as I laid in bed, I tried coming up with a plan. I mean, I had never done this before. The only seduction that had taken place in my life, was done to me by my late husband. And I was pondering the problem of how to go about it. Tuesday morning I woke without a clue, as I went off to work after breakfast. Wednesday was the same, but an idea had started. What better way to find a clue on how to do this, than to study my quarry. I smiled, looking forward to Thursday.

Getting out of bed Thursday morning, I showered and had breakfast waiting for him. And once he was out the door, and I felt comfortable that he was gone for the day, I went upstairs to his bedroom. I went through his dresser, looking for clues. I smiled, as I found the same magazine from the day before, plus, six others. All had covers similar to the first one, and one even was titled MILF. I was amused when I read that it meant 'Moms I'd Like to Fuck'. I wondered if he was thinking that of me. Was he wanting to make me one of his conquests? By now, I was surely hoping so. I put the magazines back, save one, and went to my bedroom, where I got myself off for hours, before finally getting up and doing some chores, a smile on my face, and feeling a bit lighter on my feet. Is this what sex can do to you? If so, then God, I was wanting more!

But, I still hadn't a clue on how to go about it. Yes, he seemed to be interested in older women, as well as any white woman. Heck, being an average American male, ANY WOMAN! But how do I go about this? How do I get him to notice me more? But then, it hit me. Maybe he already has. The looks he gave me from the other day, after a night with an older woman. Did that put a notion in his head? I smiled, thinking of the way he was looking at my body. Yes, I was wearing clothes, but nothing revealing to allow him to judge my body. And that was it. That word, 'revealing'. What if I wore something, that showed my body off more? Of course, I had nothing to wear to show anything, as I sat down and contemplated this aspect.

He arrived home at his usual five-thirty-three, and came in from the garage. I had dinner waiting on the table, smiling as we sat down to eat. I informed him, as we ate, that I was going shopping this evening, after dinner. He just smiled, not saying anything. Yeah, shopping. Where does one shop? I headed down the road, the fifty miles to the mall in Dayton. I shopped for three hours, buying me a few tops, some skirts, some lingerie, and a two-piece swimsuit. I was all smiles as I drove on home, in anticipation of wearing some of these outfits around the house.

That night, for the first time since I was probably born, I did not wear pajama's. Instead, I wore a baby blue one-piece outfit which barely covered my fanny, not to mention my privates, and the brassier on it pushed my breasts, of what I had, up and together. Looking in the mirror, I frowned at first, seeing all those pubes sticking out from the sides of the outfit. I took it off, and went into the bathroom and shaved my crotch. It was not a trim, as I shaved the whole darn thing. I remembered reading in one of the story's in his magazines on how the man loved a shaved crotch. I smiled, hoping that Frank does as well.

Once done, and after a shower, I pulled it back on, and went to bed. And in the morning, I grabbed my new short robe, and pulled it on, but barely tying it in front. It gaped open in front, allowing my body to be exposed, so he could see what I was wearing underneath. I went on downstairs, and started breakfast. It wasn't long before he was at the table, asking "What we having this morning, Doris?"

I smiled, turning and saying "I thought ham and cheese omelets would be nice."

Oh, the look on his face, one of complete shock, as I turned back around, my robe flying open. I soon had his meal ready, and as I came over to where he sat with his meal, he was having a hard time keeping from looking below my neckline. Yes, I do believe I have the boy's attention. I returned to the stove, and asked "You want milk?"

He replied "Yes, please."

I smiled inside, hearing his voice straining, as it was trying not to crack. At the fridge, I bent my body at the waist, and I felt the bottom of my robe, which barely hung down below my butt, ride up on my backside, revealing my fanny to him. I heard him mutter, as I pulled the carton of milk out, and turning, smiling as I brought it over to him. He had that stunned look on his face, as I went back to making my omelet. Yeah, I do believe this is working. His attention has been won. But, now what?

He finished up eating, and was soon out the door, as we told each other to have a nice day. I already had started it out nicely, and was wondering what I would do next. Well, I did get caught up on laundry and cleaning the house, before stepping into the shower at four-thirty. and as the hot water rushed over my skin, I rubbed myself, making me moan with immense pleasure, as I came hard, damn near collapsing to the floor of the tub as I did.

Climbing out of the shower, I dried my body, and put on the short skirt I had bought, and one of the blouses. I hadn't bothered with either bra or panties. I was hoping that this would be the night. My body was not wanting to wait any longer. Dressed like this, I was pretty sure the wait would end soon. I was just putting the lasagna on the table, as Frank walked into the house, and looking up, I saw that his jaw dropped to the floor. I smiled, saying "Go get cleaned up for dinner."

He went upstairs, and I heard him use the shower, and in ten minutes, he was down at the table, wearing a sleeveless shirt and a pair of gym shorts. Damn if there wasn't a large bulge in those shorts. Was I causing that? No words were spoken, but he did a lot of looking. The blouse I was wearing was loose fitting, every time I leaned forward, the top dropped, almost revealing my nipples. Nipples that were hard, erect, and sticking out. Yeah, I got his attention. And my crotch felt damp. I was wondering if he could smell my dampness. Once we were done eating, I picked my plate up, and came around the table and picked his up as well. While doing this, I was leaning forward over his shoulder, he turned his read, getting a good look down my front. I froze, and turned my face. He looked up at me, and I smiled, saying "Get a good view?"

He was flustered, as I took the dirty dishes to the sink. And I wondered what he was going to do. Does he need a bigger invitation? As I scraped the plates, I heard him get up from the table, not turning to see where he was going. I opened the dishwasher, putting the dirty dishes and tableware inside, when I heard him, now right behind me. His hands found my waist, and I sighed. Yes, I do believe he's accepted my invitation. I stepped back, pressing my back against him, feeling his large cock, hard and throbbing, sticking up against my back, as I took his hands, and pulled them around my body. He leaned his face down, his lips nibbling on my neck, and I moaned. Oh god, did that feel good. His right hand, underneath my right, came up to my breast, and he grabbed it firmly, while his left, underneath my left, made it's way down to my crotch. He rubbed my sex, and I moaned loudly, almost collapsing. I let go of his hands, bringing my right arm up above my head, and reaching back to touch and caress his cheek, while I reached back with my left, grabbing his muscular thigh. His left hand lowered, and then came up underneath my skirt. I chuckled when he found no panties were in the way, as one of his fingers slid into my wet slit.

And his right hand, it was pulling on my hard nipples through the fabric of my blouse. But by now I was in a haze, as his thick, long fingers were strumming my clit, as I was so close, almost there, a bit closer, then, who was that screaming? Oh, it was me. His strong arms were holding me up, as I convulsed, my hot box pressing into the palm of his large, ebony hand. As I calmed down, I grabbed the hem of my blouse, and pulled it off of my head, I was now topless, as I bent forward, and put my hands on the counter top. Looking back between my legs, which I had spread wide, I saw him step out of his shorts, then I felt it. The head of his massive cock, as it rubbed along my slit. My pink pussy lips parted, and as his cocked popped into my hole, I moaned, my body quivering, as another cum raced through my body. It took ten minutes before he finally got every inch of his fat shaft inside of my burning hole. And as he grabbed my hips, I started pushing back against him. I wanted it, I wanted all of it. And finally, after four days of anticipation, I was getting it, and getting it good. His cock was sliding in and out of me, fast and hard, and I was grunting with each thrust, enjoying it, as my clit was being stimulated. His hands slid around my waist, and he was holding me up, as I had moved forward, my breasts now pressed against the edge of the cool counter. I was all smiles, as I came, and came again, before he finally groaned loudly, and I was enjoying feeling his large penis throb wildly deep inside of me, pumping me full of his spunk.

As we rested, with our cum dripping to the floor from where we were joined, he whispered into my ear, "You want me to take you to your bedroom?"

As he nibbled my ear, I hoarsely replied "Oh god, yes."

I felt like a rag doll, as he effortlessly picked me up, still impaled on his post, and carried me to my bedroom. There he climbed onto my bed, and I smiled, as he finally pulled out of my body. I rolled onto my back and lifted the front of my skirt and looked at my hole. It was gaping open, and I could see his white cum, globs of it, as it oozed out slowly. I smiled, lifted my head, looking at him as he laid down next to me. I rolled to him, where we kissed. As we did, I reached down and unfastened my skirt, kicking it off. Somewhere along the line, he had removed his shirt, as I ran my hands across his massive bare brown chest, and then down to his prick and balls. A prick that was still somewhat hard. I wanted more, as I moved down, kissing the head at first, before running my tongue around it. I tasted out combined juices, and this made me feel that funny tingling sensation again. A tingling that was wanting to be taken again. Often, I was really hoping.

I moved around, getting on top of him, his cock tickling the back of my throat, as my wet, used cunt was over his face. He grabbed my hips, and pulled me down to his waiting mouth. Oh god, I just came again. He had his tongue in my sex, wiggling it around, and I came! His massive cock twitched inside my hot mouth. Well, four inches of it, as I couldn't get the rest in. I guessed it to be eleven inches, and as big around as my wrist. No wonder I felt so full when it was going in and out of me!

I was happy with the turn around time, as I raised my butt up, and spun around, climbing on board for another go. Yes, it felt good, as I sank down his shaft. It felt like he was going to come up through my neck, as I settled down to his balls, feeling them, as large as lemons, throbbing against my butt. It was a long, slow ride. With me rising and falling at an uneven pace, enjoying the fullness, not wanting him to cum, but making me get there repeatedly. His hands played with my body, pulling on my breasts, and my nipples. A few times he inserted a finger into my anus. It felt different. No, not painful, just different. He even fucked my ass with his finger, and when I came, it was good. No, more than good, it was incredible. I finished my ride off by bouncing up and down on his shaft, clenching my vaginal muscles, milking his cum from his big, black balls. And he soon was thrusting wildly up into me, before we came together, his jizz spraying my insides, as we collapsed in a pile.

The night was young, and he was insatiable. I didn't need to use my mouth to get him hard, as it seemed he never went soft after that. He took me for our mutual pleasure six more times before we finally crashed at about two in the morning. I was over-sexed, but extremely happy. And in the morning, I woke with him underneath me, snoring peacefully. I climbed out of bed, hitting the bathroom, where I sat on the toilet, squeezing my muscles and watching the cum drain form my hole. There was lots of it there, as I smiled, and then flushed. After a long shower, I went downstairs to make breakfast, not even bothering to put any clothes on. The smell of freshly brewing coffee had it's effect, waking me up more, and getting Frank out of bed. He staggered into the kitchen, naked as I, his large cock leading the way. I made him steak and eggs, and he helped me clean up after wards. Of course, there was plenty of touching as we did that.

Once we were done with cleanup, he asked "So, what we doing today?"

I smiled, saying "I want the yard mowed."

He chuckled, as he turned and went to the stairs, saying "I'll need to get dressed for that."

But I didn't. I grabbed a towel, and went out onto the back patio, and laid out in the warm sun. Yes, this was nice, naked, and waiting for my stud to finish with his chores, and then to take care of my needs. When he made his way around back to mow, he had a hard time keeping in a straight line as he kept looking over at my naked body. A couple of times, I thought he was going to put the tractor into the pond. Once he was done, he parked the riding mower in the garage, and came out to the back patio. I smiled, as I saw he had striped down to nothing, just his thick, long hard cock leading the way. I smiled, stood, and we embraced. Our lips met, and we kissed, as he held onto my arms. The kiss took my breath away, as I stepped back, saying "Come, let's cool off in the pond."

We held hands as we waded into the cool water, the hot sun shining down upon us. We got out to where the water was up to his balls, his cock still hard. I reached up with my arms, grabbing has shoulders, saying "Lift me." He did, and I wrapped my legs about his waist, before he took his giant cock into his hand, and aimed it for my hole. He knew what I wanted, as I sank down his shaft, groaning as his fat meat stretched me out. He then waded out to just below his neck, the cool pond water washing away my natural lubricant. I grunted, saying "Oh my." as I felt how tight I had become in the water. He laughed, as he grabbed my butt, and kneaded my flesh. I looked down between us, seeing my little breasts floating with my hard, extended pink nipples poking into his darker skin.

We barely moved in the water, as I hugged his body, my sex drive taking over, as I felt a shudder start and race through me. I was cumming, and we weren't doing anything, just little old me impaled on a young, hard massive cock. Yeah, I was loving it. After twenty minutes standing there, I hoarsely said "Come, let's go lay down in the shade."

He laughed, "Yeah, we don't want to get burned, do we."

I giggled, as I knew my vagina was burned already, as it had been on fire since yesterday, his cock adding to the flames of desire. And once back to the patio, we went under the awning, where he sat us down on a lounger. I laid back, my head hitting the pillow, as his hands grabbed my tiny breasts, squeezing them as he started easing his shaft in and out of my body. Yeah, I was enjoying this. I closed my eyes, and let him go, my legs laying over his thighs, his feet flat on the ground, as he sat there and pumped me full of cock. My cums were many, first I was crying out, then it was whimpers of joy, enjoying his pleasing me, and himself. As his left hand continued massaging my breasts, his right hand was on my belly, above my crotch, with his thumb pressed down on my clit. God this stud can work a woman.

I had no idea how long he had been working me over, when I cracked my glazed eyes open, and said "Come on Frank, fuck me hard now. Fuck me hard and fast."

He grinned, his white teeth showing between his dark lips, as he grabbed my legs, and pushed them up towards me, my ankles by my ears, as he stood up in a squat, and started pumping me hard. It was a slow pace at first, but after about twenty strokes, he was going at it fast and furious. I was clenching my teeth, the cums coming hard and fast, my little titties shaking about as he held my ankles to my ears. His sweat was dripping off his face, onto my hot body, and when he roared as he dumped his load, his head thrown back, I felt what I guessed to be a gallon of his cum flood into me.

I was an exhausted little lady, as he pulled out and stood, only managing a few steps before collapsing onto another lounge chair. I smiled, as I drifted off to sleep. And when I woke again, it was to a delightful smell. I thought I was dreaming at first, before I opened my eyes, and saw his back to me. The sun was in the western sky, as the smell of the chicken he was cooking made my pangs of hunger grumble in my stomach. He turned his head when I groaned, as I was stretching my small, well fucked body out on the lounge chair. He was still naked, as he cooked, smiling at me, as he asked "How you feel, Doris?"

I giggled, "A bit sore, but feeling great." He snorted, and turned to turn the chicken over. I stood on rubbery legs, and went to him, reaching around and grabbing his hanging meat, saying "Barbeque chicken? You didn't need to do that for me."

It was a combined laugh and groan, as I pulled on his shaft, it twitching in my hand. He said "Well, after all you did since last night, I figured I owed you something." I turned him partially around, kissed his chest, then went down in a crouch, and inhaled his rapidly growing meat, making him groan out "Oh shit." It only took five minutes of sucking for him to reward my efforts with a mouthful of his cream, which I greedily swallowed down.

I then stood, he leaned his head down, and we kissed, where I then turned, saying "I'll get some veggies cooked for us." as I headed on into the house. Once dinner was ready, we ate sitting outside at the table, next to each other. And all during dinner, we would play with each others body's. Once we were through eating, I kissed him, telling him, "You need a shower."

He grinned, "So do you." then he asked "Want to take one with me?"

I smiled, "Another time. You need to get ready if you want to go out and pick up some woman for the night."

He looked at me, a hurt look on his face, asking "Another woman? What about you?"

I tugged on his cock, "I need to rest. I'm sore as hell from trying to get twenty some years of sex into less than twenty-four hours." I stood, picking up the plates, adding "I want you to get some pussy your own age, it would only be fair."

He had that shocked look on his face, as he stood and followed me inside, asking "You sure?"

I smiled as I put the dishes in the sink, saying "Uh-huh. Besides, you've a lot of cock there, big boy. Might as well share it around."

He laughed, as he walked on by, playing grab-ass and making me squeal with mock modesty. By the time I had finished cleaning up, it was pushing seven, and he was ready to leave for a night on the town. He took me into his arms, and we hugged and kissed, with him asking once again, "You sure?"

I giggled, replying, "Yes." I kissed him again, and added, "When you get back, come and get into bed with me, okay?"

He grinned, saying "Sure." as we broke apart and off he went. I spent the evening relaxing. Yeah, I was tired. I found good, hot hard sex would do that to a person. So, after putting clean sheets on my bed and taking a much deserved shower, I grabbed a few of his magazines, and went to bed, falling asleep as I read, with my fingers deep inside of me and a smile on my face. I heard him enter the house, and his footsteps coming up the stairs. Sometime during my slumber, I had turned off the light, and pulled the covers over my naked body.

Sliding into bed with me, I moaned, as I moved over next to his warm skin. I asked "Any luck, Frank?"

"Oh yeah." He replied, as I felt his hot poker throbbing against my back.

As I rolled over, I sat up, grabbed his meat, and asked "What was she like?", before I took the head of his cock into my mouth.

I could taste the dried cum of him, and another woman, and I felt that tingling again. "She was about your size, maybe late-twenties."

I lifted my mouth off his cock, asking "How many times did you fuck her with this big cock of yours."

As I resumed sucking, he said "Only once. It took forever to get it into her." His hand was running through my hair, as he added "I'm pretty sure she was cherry."

I giggled, as I released his throbbing hard cock, and laid back down on my side, I lifted my leg, reached between it where I found his shaft. He got the hint, as he eased it into me, "Cherry,? A virgin? Damn, what a way to lose it!"

He just chuckled, as he nibbled on my neck, making the fire grow. God, I love it when he nibbles! We never completed that session, as we fell asleep, his hard cock shoved deep inside of me. In the late morning, with the sun shining through the window, I found he was still inside of me, as I smiled, enjoying the feeling. Yeah, I could get use to this. I saw the magazines on my nightstand, and I reached over, and picked one up. I hadn’t read this one yet, as I opened it up. I smiled, as I turned the pages. And as I read, my hips started moving on their own, making my brown lover moan in his sleep before waking.

Raising his head, he kissed my cheek, then he saw what I was reading. "You found my magazines!" He said, a bit of surprise in his voice.

"Mmmm, yeah, last Sunday. That's when I decided I needed you for something other than rent money." I replied with a girlish giggle. He started pumping me slowly, as he read over my shoulder. It was an interesting story, with pic’s. As I read, I asked "This one's about a threesome, Frank." He groaned, as I felt his balls empty into me. But my tight cunt wasn't going to let go of his cock any time soon. "You've ever had two women or shared a woman with another man, Frank?"

He was exhausted, as well as he should be, as he said with some shortness in breath, "No, never have."

I closed the magazine and tossed it off the bed, and leaned back against him, all the while thinking, that there's a lot out there, and I do have a lot of catching up to do. I think my smile was telling him that also, as he smiled, closed his eyes, and we drifted off to sleep, both of us wondering how this adventure will continue.

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