Cece
By Pete

It was the summer of 1954, Dad had died a few months earlier and Mother had been in a GRAND FUNK ever since.

Saturday was a beautiful warm June day, and I had made plans the night before to go to the lake with my younger brother for a day of swimming, boating and if possible, even collecting a few of Alaska’s fine fresh water clams. Silly me, to think that I should be so lucky.

Mother had apparently made other arrangements for me that actually ended up making my day a whole lot more interesting. Her very good friend Cece needed to have some major yard work done, and I had been “volunteered” to supply the muscle for the weekend project.

A little about myself.

I stood my 6’2” when I was eleven, and by now (age fifteen), I was a strapping 195 lbs. of horny youth with 6 1/2” of swinging sirloin to carry around.

I arrived at Cece’s home about 9:00 AM and spent the next half hour being shown where to prepare new flower beds and the locations for several new trees.

Now a little about Cece.

Cece was eight years older than Mother being fifty, divorced, had fifteen year old twins (more about them in another story) stood 5’11” and weighed around 160. A little grey in her jet black hair, dark brown eyes, a nicely padded ass and a pair of breasts that had to be “D” cup sized. She was wearing a pair of tan shorts and one of those “off the shoulder blouses that let the tops of those gorgeous breasts and that fantastic cleavage show. It was all I could do to keep from popping a woody right then.

Me, I was wearing a pair of cut off Levi’s and a “T” shirt to start the day, but as the morning warmed up and the work got harder, the shirt ended up hanging on the front porch railing.

Donald and Donna (the twins) were staying with their father for the weekend, and weren’t around to pester me while I while I worked.

The rest of the morning passed rather quickly, and by noon, I was suffering the usual teenage hunger pangs. Mother always said that she would rather clothe me than feed me as I could do considerable damage to the contents of the refrigerator just getting an afternoon snack.

Around 12:30, Cece opened the kitchen window and hollered that lunch was ready. I leaned the tools against the wall and washed the dirt off my hands at one of the outside taps.

As I dashed through the kitchen door in search of sustenance, I screeched to a halt and stood there wide eyed and staring. My jaw dropped almost to the floor, and Oh My God, instant boner. Cece was wearing two things - a see through baby doll and a smile.

I was bright red with embarrassment, I had seen a few naked girls over the past handful of years (even got my ashes hauled a half dozen times), and had even caught an occasional glimpse of my mother when she forgot to close a door securely, but this was a mature woman flaunting herself in front of me. I even caught my self starting to drool.

Cece laughed at my predicament, and told me to “Sit down and get busy with lunch as you’re going to need your strength this afternoon.”.

I demolished three sandwiches, a large bowl of pudding and a half pitcher of Kool-Aid. Cece just stared in amazement as the food disappeared from the table. “Where do you put it all, if Donald ate like that he’d weigh 300 lbs.”

I replied that Mother always claimed that I had not one but three hollow legs. Cece laughed some more and then asked if a meal that size would slow me down. “Not much, I’ll be hungry again in an hour”.

When we finished lunch Cece grabbed my hand and led me to the master bedroom and asked if I hand ever “been with a woman”.

I told her that I had experimented with several girls but I had never been with a grown woman.

Cece  said that I was going to learn how to properly please a lady.

First thing, Cece stripped my of what few clothes I was wearing, and dragged me (you just know that I put up a real fight) to the shower to get rid of the morning grime and sweat, and also to have a “little clean fun” before she started with my “lessons”.

That was actually lesson number one, as I hadn’t yet discovered just how delightful two people in one shower could be.

After scrubbing everything but my genitals, Cece handed me the bar of soap, and asked me to give her a thorough cleaning, and in her case that included that lovely spot between her legs. That was the last part that I got to, and when I arrived at her pussy, that was when she grabbed the soap and finished cleaning me. As her soapy hand started  to slide over my erect prick, I thought I had dies and gone to heaven.

As we spent a little time drying each other, I looked her over from hair to heels. Other than a few “laugh lines” around her mouth and at the corners of her eyes, the only other minor defect that I could see was a light crinkling from years of sun on the exposed areas of her breasts and a little pooching of her lower abdomen from when she was carrying the twins.

When we returned to the bedroom, she had me stretch out on the double bed and then laid down so that we were head to foot and asked me if I had ever really examined how a woman was put together.

I told her that the girls that I had had sex with were no more experienced that I had been at the time and it had been basically insert part “A” into part “B” and repeat as necessary.

Cece rolled so that she was on her side facing me, and placed the foot of her upper leg on the side of the other knee opening her pussy part way making it easy for her to reach down with both hands and  spread her outer lips so that I had a view of her completely opened sex.

She pointed to the various parts, explaining that the protruding pink bump at the top oh her slit was her clit, and then moved down a little further showing me the small hole the she peed through and then finally, the opening to her vagina.

I asked her what was the purpose of the ragged fringe around the opening to her vagina, and she said that was what was left of her cherry after having sex, and the twins.

About that time, I noticed that things were beginning to get wet with a syrupy clear liquid, and that the air near her open pussy was starting to fill with a sweet musky odor that made my prick get even harder.

As I leaned over her pussy to inhale the wonderful fragrance,  she moved one hand to my prick and used the index and second fingers of the other to hold her nether lips spread wide, and asked me to kiss her between her legs.

I had heard some of my friends talking about muff diving, but I hesitated for a few moments until I felt her lips surround the head of my prick.

That was all the encouragement that I needed. I figured that if a woman liked to suck on my tool, the least I could do would be to return the favor.

My face literally fell between those smooth thighs, and I gave a tentative lick from clit to taint - I couldn’t believe that something that I had believed to be so nasty could taste so good. As I began to seriously lick her pussy, Cece gave me instructions on how to make a woman really enjoy having a man’s head down “there”.

After a few minutes, I noticed that her clit had become erect, and was protruding almost three quarters of an inch from it’s sheath. Cece stopped sucking for a moment to tell me that  she wanted me to keep licking, but to pay some attention to that little pink nubbin from time to time.

Nubbin Hell. That was a full blown panic button. The first time I sucked it between my lips and swirled my tongue around it, all Hell broke loose.

Both hands grabbed my head, she flipped me over on top of her practically inhaling my dick and I thought she had gone into convulsions. Her hips bounced and twisted while rising almost a foot off the mattress and I was reminded of the ride a cowboy got from riding a wild bull. Thinking back, it’s probably a miracle that I didn’t end up with a whiplash or a broken jaw. All this time, Cece’s juices were flowing like a river and I was doing my damnedest to suck up all that delicious stuff.

In the mean time, I learned what it was like to have a woman’s nose regularly burying itself in my pubic hair.

Just as Cece started on her second orgasm, I went into mental overload, and began moaning and groaning as My young balls tightened up and the vibrations from my sounds pushed Cece over the edge.

As her orgasm peaked, her lips tightened around my prick, her tongue pressed the shaft against the roof of her mouth and her throat muscles milked the head. She came and I exploded. It felt like all of my insides were shooting through that little tube on the bottom of my shaft.

She filled my mouth with her cum, and I returned the favor. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! What a sensation!!!!!!!!!!!

When we were finished with the oral lessons, we just lay there for about ten minutes with my face buried in her pubic hair and her cheek nestled against the side of my momentarily softening dick.

We took a break in the kitchen for refreshments - basically something cold to drink while we sat snuggled tightly in the breakfast alcove. Hands roaming across each others bodies with and occasional deep kiss to keep things warmed up.

When we returned to the bedroom, we stretched out side by side for the next lesson or two.

While Cece pumped me back to full hardness and Iran my fingers where they would do the most good, Cece and I practiced French kissing. That woman had the sweetest tasting mouth (and I did my best to explore it all) and a tongue that reached into mine almost to my tonsils. Have you ever been in a lip-lock for a continuous half hour? I was, and if heaven is one fourth as nice, it will be outstanding.

Finally, Cece wanted me to get down to serious things, and rolled over on her back and pulled her knees up nearly to her armpits exposing her sopping wet pussy to the world and spread the outer lips far enough to leave to entrance of her vagina gaping open. I climbed aboard, and slowly pushed my prick into that warm and wet hole.

I had been laid a few times before this, but most of those were quickies in the back seat of a car, where you shvoe it in and get your rocks off and tell the girl how much you liked her.

This was different. I took at least two minutes to reach bottom of that wonderful pussy, and just could not believe the feelings that slow slide created on my prick. When I was fully into her I just lay there for a few minutes and marinated my meat in those juices. You Know, for an older woman with two teenage kids, that was some tight pussy. I later found out that Cece hadn’t been laid in almost five years, and had been to bed with only one other man since her divorce almost eight years earlier.

Time to get my butt moving. I slow stroked for a while. I fast stroked for a while. I short stroked at the entrance and I short stroked all the way at the bottom. Cece had another orgasm or three.

Suddenly Cece pushed me up and off and flipped over onto her stomach. She then pushed her ass up ‘til she was on her knees and practically screamed for me to take her from behind. Who am I to deny a desperate woman? When you see a gorgeous ass propped up and a dripping pussy winking at you, what are you going to do? I obliged her and slid my dick into her pussy from behind.

For me this was a new angle of attack on a female of the species, and I made another discovery - you can get even more of your prick into that incredible pussy.

We had been at it for over a half hour, and Cece had been reduced to almost a jibbering idiot when I felt my nuts pull up  snug against the underside of my prick. The muscles in my legs, my stomach and my back locked and I rammed my self into Cece’s pussy so hard that I almost lifted her off the mattress. I fired a healthy shot of my cum against her cervix. I withdrew maybe an inch and my muscles convulsed again, and fired another round at the end of that pussy.

Even though I had been sucked dry (I thought) a little more than an hour earlier, I shot at least eight big shots of cum into Cece and then dribbled the remainder over the next minute or so.

Cece collapsed on the mattress. I collapsed on top of Cece. Neither one of us had the energy to even twitch for over fifteen minutes.

Okay, I lied. Cece twitched, or at least her pussy muscles did. If I’d had any ammunition left in my gun, I’d probably blown her brains out via her pussy.

All good things must come (cum) to an end. My prick finally started to wilt and Cece propped her ass up while I slowly withdrew. That was when I learned something else. I to this day, still think there is nothing sexier in the act of making love to a woman than seeing a slow moving thick stream of combined cum and pussy juice slowly swell out of a freshly fucked pussy and drip down her legs to the sheets (or as I learned later) or a strategically placed towel.

The young women of this planet be slightly prettier to look at, but I was convinced from that day forward that you will look for a long time before you will find anything that will make love to you with the dedication and enthusiasm of an older woman!


Authors Comment:

I’ve only recently taken up writing erotic stories (or writing anything for that matter), and I’ve already received a number of delightful E-Mails from readers that enjoyed my first postings, hopefully maybe even had a wet dream or two.

It encourages me to dig through my memories for more stories and maybe it will kick my imagination into gear for possibly even a little creative fiction.

I publicly thank you all.

Pete
12/12/2007

Copyright 2007
