The Prescription - Fill Generically or Dispense as Written
Chapter One
I decided I wanted to be a pharmacist my first day as a stock boy at Friends Pharmacy. They were a 50 store chain out of Manlius, New York, just outside of Syracuse. I just finished my second year of High School and wanted the job to begin saving for a car and insurance. My Dad had aspirations for me to be a doctor but my Mothers brother, who had retired at 50 because of arthritis in his hands and back, swayed me away. His stories of 36 hour shifts as an intern, dependencies on uppers and downers, gnawing guilt even when you lose a patient only a miracle could save were only the tip of the iceberg on his laundry list of why he was glad to be out. The constant hand and finger work, coupled with the constant standing, proliferated his arthritis, which my 40 year old Mom was dealing with. Being in the same bloodline I worried about it.
I had the marks in school to get in any college I wanted and applied for scholarships everywhere. While my parents thought I was aiming at being a doctor, most of the schools offered pharmaceutical to keep my options open.
That first day I was a whirlwind nearly cleaning out the stock room and having the shelves loaded and neat by the end of my shift. The pharmacist on duty told me I should slow down or they would expect me to work like that everyday. When he sent his assistant to get lunch he offered to buy mine and we talked while we ate. I found out you could make 60 to 100K in the right situation as pharmacist and still had the satisfaction of helping people while not having to make one incision, look at one nasty infection, or deal with the private parts of people you didn't want to look at clothed, let alone in the altogether.
The regular manager and the assistants in the store didn't mind my hanging near the pharmacy counters when stock had to be moved, but they always bugged me about not taking care of the front of the store. My other duties were sweeping and cleaning, as well as cashier assistance. By the middle of my junior year in High School management at Friends Drugs had lined me up with programs where I could go to Syracuse University, work at Friends while getting fiscal assistance and make a co-commitment of employment with Friends.
As I entered that summer before my senior year it was a slam dunk that my next 8 years of school would be around a career at Friends working to be a pharmacist. That time of my life was when my sexual being woke up and I had my "Summer of '42". The 2nd assistant manager was a woman named Evelyn who we all called Evvy off the floor but Miss Tucker otherwise. Evvy was 10 years older than me, married once and divorced. She didn't have kids and said she caught her husband cheating early in her marriage. She didn't elaborate except to say that she got right into the management program at Friends and dumped him within the first year. She had apparently proved the infidelity, because she lived in a house way beyond her means as an assistant manager.
Evvy always got a little personal with everyone and became a big sister type to a few of us at the store. We would talk about girlfriends, school, my upcoming college life and lots of things that I wondered about. She was not this way with just me, but most everyone who worked her shifts, usually closing and weekends. Evvy was pretty for sure, but you rarely got to see the rest of her as she was always in a work smock or jacket, either of which always had her "Evelyn Tucker, manager on duty" Friends nameplate on it. She began to ask one of us to park beside her car when she closed so she could walk out with someone and feel safer. I was never elected for a long while until a summer Saturday night when some of the others were on vacation. I waiting in the front of the store for her while she finished closing the back of the store and she said she had to change for a movie date with her sister and girlfriends. She came out of the back room in a tank top and tight jean shorts with her hair down and I near tripped over my tongue. She smiled at my obvious elevator eyes and went to the front of the store to put the deposit bag in the safe before leaving. (An armed bank service came in and opened the safe each morning for a safe deposit of funds) When she bent over to open the safe she had trouble with the combination at first, probably because she was checking me out, checking her out. I had a little sexual experience, but an ass like hers was only in magazines and getting a knowing smile back from her got me stiff instantly.
That particular night I remember now having a date with my girl and whom I thought for sure I could score soon. While I felt her tits in front of her house I only thought of Evvy as I slid my hand down around her ass and squeezed. My mouth locked to hers, one hand on her boob and another on her ass, I wasted time fondling instead of moving forward. Her outside light flashed and we knew we were busted. 
"Maybe next time we'll find a better place to park." She said, disgusted at her Dad, but she later told me I wasted too much time, that she was ready. What she didn't know was that I couldn't wait to get home and think about Evvy and wishing it were HER ass I was fondling. As I jerked off that night my first squirt of cum shot 3 feet into the air and landed beside my head on my pillow; I knew Evvy was the incentive.
The following nights and weeks I looked at Evvy a different way and she caught me staring at her many times. Finally another night came where she needed an escort to the parking lot.
"I'll need one of you two to wait and leave with me tonight." She shouted to me and the pharmacy assistant. 
Lori the assistant looked at me hopefully. "Please can you stay? I've got a date with a guy I've been dying to go out with and if we miss the movie, he'll never ask me out again."
I smiled and waved her off; glad to escort Evvy out, hoping she would change into something provocative again.
When Evvy came out if the backroom she was still in the skirt and blouse she wore in, but without the coat or smock. The clothes accented her figure nicely as I looked her up and down as she came up the dimly lit aisle to the front safe.
"Good Lord, Dean! Why don't you take a picture? You've been staring at me for weeks and to tell you the truth you're beginning to creep me out."
I was shocked at first, not realizing I was that obvious.
"I'm . . . uh,  . . . sorry Evvy. You are very pretty." I stammered out.
"Pretty is one thing, but you're looking at me like I have to worry about you raping me!"
Evvy said boldly.
I must have turned white and then red as I almost burst into tears.
"Oh no, Evvy! I'm not like that, it's just, just . " I stammered as I searched for a word to say.
"It's just you can't find a girl your age who excites you like me? I have men stare at me all the time, but not usually younger guys like you. Aren't you spending enough time in the back seat with your girlfriend? You can do better than me with a girl your own age." She blurted out surprising me even more.
Without thinking I looked her in the eyes. "No girls my age look like you Evvy, they're girls, you're a woman and you're beautiful. I can't see how your husband cheated on you."
"My husband was a scum and I was too stupid to know it before I got married." She said as she turned sad and near tears. "He ruined my life and I have to start over."
She was upset and I didn't know what to do, knowing I caused it.
"I'm really sorry Evvy, I didn't . . "
"Oh forget it, I guess I'm a little frustrated by life and I'm taking it out on you, but you do stare at me a lot, and I catch you a lot, especially staring at my ass. Do you HAVE a girlfriend?" Evelyn asked.
"Yes, I do, but she's away with her parents on vacation right now, that's why I could stay tonight." I answered a little defensively.
"Since you've gotten pretty personal with me, mapping out my body, let me get personal with you. Are you two doing it?" She boldly asked.
"No, not yet, but soon. We just need the place. She's willing; she says she wouldn't be scared with me." I said proudly.
"Now, DO NOT LIE to me, have you ever had sex with a girl before?"
"Yes," I said embarrassed that I admitted it and a little ashamed I let it happen when I did.
"Are you sure? You're 17; it wouldn't be uncommon if you didn't."
"No, when I was 15 I thought I was in love and we wanted to do the grown-up thing. We both lied about sleeping over with friends and took a tent in the woods. It was OK for me, but a disaster for her. She thought she was pregnant and told her Mom right away. Her Mom was cool in that she never told my parents, but we broke up right after that." I told her.
"So she wasn't pregnant?"
"No, just late. She was scared. Hell, I was scared."
"Listen Dean, why don't we continue talking at my place, and maybe we can find a movie to go to, or one on TV. I don't want you to be afraid of me, but I don't want you staring at me anymore. The company would do me good, unless you have plans. I know you're a good worker and our DM says you're the prodigy of his district. You apparently get good marks in school and line up for our scholarships." Evvy said try to ease my mind and calm my nervousness.
"Follow me in your car, I'm only a few minutes from here, and remember, NO ONE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS! I can make your career here very short, or long and miserable. I don't want to do that." Evvy said sternly.
"I don't want my girlfriend to find out either, so don't worry." I assured her.
I followed Evelyn to her house not even 10 minutes away. It was a nice split level ranch in a very nice neighborhood. I knew she couldn't afford that on an assistant manager's salary, so I figured she got it in a settlement with her husband. She opened the double garage and after I pulled in the drive she motioned me to pull in beside her car in the garage. As I got out of my old Ford the garage door rolled down.
I tried not to look at her ass as I followed her into the house, but it was a hard task. When she set her keys on the kitchen counter she turned and looked at me, maybe to see if I was ogling.
"What's your girlfriends name Dean?"
"Kayla, but I usually call her Kay."
"Do you stare at HER ass too?"
"You're picking on me now Evvy. If I walk behind you I HAVE to look at your ass sometime, and yes I tell Kay she has a nice butt, but it's not as perfect as yours. I told you, you have a woman's body and I like that. I know someday Kay will too." I said getting a little pissed at her accusations.
"How serious ARE you guys?"
"Well, we both want to go to school around here so we can be together. But if she went away I don't want to be a monk." I admitted.
"So unless you're really hit with the love bug with her, you two might not last if she goes away." She surmised correctly.
"I hate to admit that, but yes."
"So you know that you two shouldn't really have sex unless you have a commitment."
"Well, we both know that, but think of it as part of the excitement. We really like and trust each other." I explained.
"As long as you both understand that." Evvy reiterated.
Then she hit me with the bombshell.
"If I took you in my bed tonight Kay will never know it, but she will owe me for the rest of her life, but I have to hear some thing from you. Is it me, or is it my body? I don't need someone moon-eyed after me."
At first I didn't understand what she meant, but then I came around.
"No, God, you're just a fantasy." I said to convince her.
Evvy stood and twirled in front of me and stopped, facing me. She began to unbutton her blouse as my mouth went agape. She finished unbuttoning and reached between her breasts and undid her bra, letting it fall apart. Her breasts were gorgeous.
"Come with me Dean, and stare at my ass all you like. We're going to the guest room shower stall." She said as she took my hand and I got up.
She pulled me up the stairs to a bedroom and turned on the light to reveal a double bed and bathroom with shower. She stopped short of the bath door and turned. 
"Start getting undressed and we'll shower together. We can watch each other wash and maybe I can stare at you for a few minutes." Evvy said as she finished pulling off her blouse and shook off her bra.
She reached behind herself and unzipped the skirt and pushed it over her hips to reveal a mini-slip which she quickly shucked, and very small panties. She turned and bent a bit to push them over her hips and took a step toward the shower.
"You better hurry Dean or you're going to miss the show." She cooed with a grin.
I kicked off my shoes and finished unbuttoning my shirt. Once my belt was unbuckled my pants were off in a flash, but I was embarrassed about my erection. I hoped I was big enough for her (an adolescent worry caused by too many porn movie shots. Now I know I'm a little above average, about 8 inches hard and thick, I'm told).
I was like a kid with 15 free minutes in Disneyland, not knowing what to do first with a big scared grin on my face. She was adjusting the water as I came up behind her.
"Let me set the rules. We'll tease and play, but we'll wash our own selves; that's a little personal. Not that sex isn't, but I have my rules." She said as she looked at me up and down for the first time.
She looked me in the eyes and smiled. "Does Kay know what you're packing? She's going to be a very happy girl."
"She knows, she's uhh, . . jerked me off before, well once"
"What did she do when you came?"
"She panicked and had me finish in a Kleenex."
"Ohh Dean, I feel like I'm corrupting a virgin here. I may have to take care of that problem in the shower so we can have some fun before you go out of your mind." She said looking up at me before leading me into the stall.
The door clicked shut and she asked me to stand in the corner of the 4 by 4 stall as she took the soap.
She started to wash herself erotically and asked me if I wanted to touch myself.
I said no, but she saw the exasperation in my words. She stopped her washing and turned her back to keep the spray from me. She reached out with her soapy hands and took my cock in them. She ran her hands up and down a few times before looking me in the eye and smiling.
"Why don't you jerk off while I wash, then by the time we have some real fun you'll be able to last." She said with a knowing eye to mine, adding "I know what I'm doing here, trust me. If you're a real good boy, I'll even suck it for you. Have you ever had a blowjob?"
After her last word she got back to washing herself and I was about ready to shoot right there. I took my cock in my hand and stroked about 10 times up and down and shot off a big load while she stopped and watched.
"Oooooo, you ARE a young one, look at that shot." She said dodging what she could.
She finished washing by turning her ass to me as she washed her round bottom and then ran her hands up and down her crack and washed her butt hole. Then she turned back and washed her vee shape patch over her smooth pussy and then her whole crotch.
She handed me the soap and said "your turn" nonchalantly.
Have you ever tried to wash yourself in front of someone trying to act as if you've done it a hundred times before? As I washed she diddled her pussy a little while she sucked the tip of her other thumb.
"You never answered my question before, have you ever had a blowjob?"
"N - n - n - No" I said.
"Jeez, it's not a crime Dean. There's a first time for everything. I'd love to be your first and to tell you the truth, you should be flattered. I usually wait until I get to know a man a LOT better than this before I want to do that to him. But, you have a fine specimen there and if I show you how nice it can be, you'll try all the harder to get Kay to do it. Once she does, she'll love it too. I've never talked to a woman who didn't. That's why I'll show you how to eat my pussy tonight. One good thing deserves another." She said calmly as I got to my own crotch and washed my cock and balls before reaching back to wash my asshole.
Once I was finished she took the soap from me and I thought we were through but she lathered up her hands once again and I thought for sure she would work me over again but she went straight for her boobs. Once they were soapy she took my hand and pulled and manipulated me awkwardly because I had no idea what she wanted. Finally while the spray ran down my back and some what between us she was leaning into my chest, my hard-on pressed to her back while I was running my hands, at her direction, over and over her soapy slippery boobs. It was then and even now as I think of it, one of the most exciting, erotic moments of my life. After a few minutes she backed me up so the spray rinsed her off and she moved from me to turn off the water. She stepped from the stall and handed me a towel while she dried herself.
"Dean, I don't want you to get the impression I am some whore who does this every weekend; I've only slept with a few men and had sex with but 5. I have no crush on you that I'm acting out tonight. You are simply in the right place at the right time. I feel like I'm doing something to fulfill your fantasy, and something to fill an urge I've had for a long time, to teach a young man how to make love to a woman. You may think that sounds strange, but just imagine the nights you laid in bed jerking off thinking about me, or your girlfriend, or even a girl in a movie or on TV. What do you think I do in this lonely house every night knowing all I have to look forward to tomorrow is going to that damn store and being there for 8 hours. This is my rat race escape, so do me a favor. Quit acting like a scared puppy and show me some affection. I've made some promises to you because I like the equipment you have and I know you're a nice kid, but act like you want me. Show me the lust I saw in your eyes for the last couple weeks.
I finished drying and felt like I was being hollered at for something I was supposed to do for school. As soon as she said for me to show the lust I felt for her, along with keeping in mind the words from earlier at the store where she wondered if I might rape her, I decided to act out my fantasies.
Her dark hair was just combed out from the shower and pushed behind her ears, its curl down the shower stall drain. Her breasts sat up like puppies anxious to be petted and the flare of her hips and flat belly were like a South Pacific vacation ad. I dropped my towel and strode to her in one move planting my mouth on hers, holding her head to mine. My other hand went down to squeeze the ass I coveted so dearly. She stepped into me and put her arms around me and kissed me back like a long lost lover. After intertwining tongues for a few minutes I moved a bit to pick her little body up in my arms and take her from the bathroom. I moved to place her on the guest bed and she whispered "my room" in my ear and I took her there. It was a king size bed and I placed her on it and cover her body with mine. I decided to be the animal I dreamt of being with her when I fantasized about her body.
My knees straddled her hips as I kissed and licked at her mouth with my tongue. My hands pawed her tits as her hips ground up to me. She held my head with both of her hands as we necked and tasted each other. Then she pulled me back a bit so she could speak.
"Kiss my titties, lick my nipples." She said, her words seeming to burn my ears as she pushed my head down.
I already knew what I wanted to do to those beautiful breasts as I moved my head to take her nipples each in my mouth while I squeezed the other. She made the sexiest noises I ever heard a woman make while I played hard with her boobs. She groaned and squealed as I bit and squeezed those nipples and titties, all the while bouncing on the bed under me. Finally she could take no more and put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down whispering, "Close your eyes and find my belly button with your tongue and suck it like a nipple."
I did as I was told and closed my eyes as I ran my tongue down her belly. Just as I got to where I thought her navel might me, she moved and teased me, but I quickly found her little outtie and with eyes closed, I did suck it like a nipple while she giggled at the tickle sensation I gave her.
Shortly she pushed at my head saying "You're going for the jackpot now, don't be bold, just do what I tell you. If you're a good student, Kay will erect a statue to you."
I kissed down her flat belly over her crew cut vee patch to her pussy. I never "really" smelled one before and Evvy's was clean and fresh from the shower.
She gave her first order.
"Kiss the tip-top, that ragged hood is where my clit is."
I followed her order.
"Oooo, that's it. Open the top with your tongue."
I licked and felt the little bundle of skin part. I licked through it again and felt her hardness.
"Ooo, you got it! That's MY hard-on. Lick it."
I passed my tongue over it a few times as she hummed loudly
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"You're getting me crazy, now lick lower, open my lips with your tongue."
I licked as requested and tasted her as she was getting wet.
"Use your fingers to open me all the way. Ahh like that, now lick inside me. Lick where your cock is going to go."
I was eating pussy and loving it because I saw how I was in control
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"Now lick up to my clit and tickle it with your tongue, then go to the bottom, then inside and to my clit again. Awwwww, yessss."
I began to press my whole mouth to her opening and began to see how I could excite her clit and drive her crazy.
"Get my clit, get my clit Make me cum!"
I pressed my mouth to her clit and licked and massaged it like crazy as it seemed to get harder and she moved her hips with my motions.
"Get me close and make me wait, tease me"
I concentrated hard on her clit and felt her begin to puff hard through her mouth. When I thought she was close I stopped and licked inside her again. She drew her legs back and locked her arms through the knees as I went for her clit. I licked and massaged her there until I felt she was close and went back to inside her again. I felt her hand on top of my head.
"Lick my asshole, get it sloppy wet."
She went out of my realm at this point, I never heard of licking where you shit, but she hadn't led me astray yet. She jumped wildly as I swathed my tongue, ever so tentatively over what was a surprisingly cute little orifice tilted up at me. As she hummed, giggled, and squealed while I tasted her, she pushed herself more towards me and soon I felt her little hole opening up to me. The taste didn't change, but the grip on the back of my head did and her giggles turned to screams.
"Now my clit, my clit!!"
I moved up quickly to her hard clit and licked like a madman as she ground my face into her. She started to hump at me and then stiffen, then fall limp, over and over. Then she got stiff and she began to squeal real loud before almost seeming to swallow her squeal before she grunted a long noise I cannot describe as her legs shook in the air. Quickly she pushed my face away but kept her hand at the back of my head and then quickly pulled me close again. I licked and she repeated the same scenario adding one more request.
"Stick your finger up my asshole, jam it in!"
I was out of my realm of fantasy, but again, I hadn't been led up a wrong path again. I took my middle finger and pressed it to her spit wet asshole and did as I was asked, I jammed it in as I sucked at her clit again.
She screamed loudly and bounced on the bed, almost half sitting up as I instinctively sawed my middle finger in and out of her back hole. She came hard again and then again, this time staying stiff as a board raising her legs right up from the hook of her arms and gently settling them down on either side of me as she shivered and little squeaks and squeals came from her throat. My finger up her ass was totally under her now and catching the flow of her juices and my drool. Suddenly she moved up and out of my mouth or my hands reach in one motion.
"NO MORE, NO, NO, NO MORE." She yelled as both of her hands went to her pussy and held it tightly as she rolled onto her stomach on the bed and then back, repeating this over a few times.
Finally she came back to earth and she opened her eyes and looked at me and began to giggle loudly. "Not only will Kay erect a statue to you, I may do the same. I haven't came that hard in years. I will take good care of you." She said as she began to roll up to a sitting position on the bed.
She asked me to lay down on my back as she sprang to the floor and climbed back onto the bed and crawled between my legs. She bent low and kissed the insides on my thighs until she reached my crotch. She took my cock in her hand and held it back to my belly and kissed my balls.
"Only one man has got this from me, and you're the first to actually deserve it." She said as she felt with her lips and took one of my balls in her mouth. She ran her tongue over it and let it slip out. She sought the other one and repeated the tactic. Over and over she bathed my balls in her mouth and then she pushed at my legs to lift them up, and I folded them back as she did. She licked down my balls and licked at my asshole. I wasn't as prone as she had been but I certainly got the sensational feeling of a tongue dancing on your asshole. I know why she wanted it for herself. She spent but a few moments doing that before she went back to my balls again and then licked up my shaft.
"You have quite a load in those balls and I want it inside my pussy, and I want it soon. I think you're a virile enough man to handle my mouth afterwards. I could never swallow what you have stored up now." She said with a grin as she held my cock beside her mouth.
I was outside all of my fantasies again never dreaming of a blowjob, or even her finishing me in her mouth. She crawled up to my mouth and kissed me hard, tonguing my tongue before whispering. "Fuck me with that big fat cock."
She rolled off me and pulled me onto her while she hunched up her knees and spread her legs. She was going to reach down and place me at her entrance but, I was there waiting to press in. She lifted her hips and drew in a deep breath as I pushed in as well.
"You are so FUCKING BIG in my tiny pussy!" She yelped as I let myself go wild.
I hadn't been inside a woman in a long time and I forgot how really great it felt to have that warmth all around you. Plus, Evvy was tight as hell. Those factors plus my lust for the moment drove me to begin to pile drive my cock up into her as she yelled and screamed for more. I saw her cum at least once before she reached to grab her nipples and then she came again and I felt myself seem to glide in and out of her like she released some slick cream onto me. I thought she was wet before from her own juices and my spittle, but I was stroking like an Indy 500 engine in and out of her pussy as he yelled, squealed and screamed all the while squeezing her tits, hold my arms from time to time with a death grip and rolling her eyes into the back of her head. I could hold off no longer. I would have cum on my third stroke if not for being mesmerized by what I was seeing her body do in reaction.
She felt me hunch up to cum and her arms went around me as our middles slapped like a loose belt on a generator. I half sat up trying to get more friction and dropped my hands to the sweet balls of the ass I had been admiring for the last month, literally holding her as I felt my first shot leave my cock up into her womb.
I wailed loudly as I came in four hard shots inside her, she seemed to suck it from me. I must have oozed for another good 45 seconds to a minute as I pummeled her, finally slowing and letting go of her as I fell forward on her.
We lay exhausted like that for a good 15 minutes before she tried to move from under me.
"I have to pee plus there isn't enough room for your cock and all that cum in me." She said as I backed out of her and fell to her side. She swung to her knees and knelt on the bed saying "Look!". I watched and cum ran from her pussy like she was peeing. The running mess that came from my balls ran to make a puddle in the sheets.
"I'll get a towel from our showers and get that." She said as she put a hand over herself and ran to the bathroom. I heard her pee and wash her hands and then I heard her feet pad from the room and go up the hall to the other shower, fetching the towels. She wiped the cum puddle up and then took the corner of the towel to dab at her pussy, getting the last drops she could from that. Then she lay back beside me.
'There, now do you see HOW to make a woman happy and please her beyond her wildest dreams? You ate me and made me cum like I haven't in years. With a little coaxing, you're a natural. I wish I could keep you forever, but I know you're someone else's, and you're only 17. But, don't let anyone think you're not a man, because you are. I'll never forget this night, but we can never speak of it again, alright?" She asked
I agreed and understood all the reasons why it could never happen again, but I also knew I would never forget it.
"Before you leave I have one more matter I want to take care of." She said as she swiveled her ass over a bit and laid her head on my belly, looking back up at me.
"All men like to get their cock sucked, and any woman with a clit worth licking likes to do it. It's a feeling of animal sex, a feeling of control. It's also a feeling of knowing you are pleasing someone who pleased you. I love the taste of a man, and right now you'll taste like cum and my pussy, two tastes I love. You just relax while I excite you with my mouth and make you cum with my mouth. I want to taste every drop you can give me."
She turned her face toward my cock and kissed the tip as it lay on my belly. As soon as it was stiff enough to rise again she fit the head into her mouth. It was the most wonderful feeling I ever felt as her tongue washed and waved over me, tasting the remnants of our love juices. When I thought of her sitting behind her desk at work looking up a price and now sucking on my cock like a hungry animal I filled with blood and got as hard as I had been a half hour ago. She had to move to her knees to get her mouth over it as she bobbed her head over me, slobbering and sucking.
Being 17 at the time I had no worries about performance, I had jerked off 4 and 5 times in a day and the third time in 90 or so minutes was going to happen easily.
When she said she loved to do this, she made an understatement. She acted like a villager in a backwards country seeing their stone idols come to life. She would slide her mouth up and down over it with both hands throttling it in opposite directions for a few moments and then stop to back off and look at it like secrets of life were going to spew from its tip. I was so taken by her worship of it I lost my concentration of what I wanted to do. Her eye caught mine staring at her devotions and she stopped for a moment.
"If I was 10 years younger I'd lock you in my closet and keep you!" She said before putting her tongue on the underside of my dick and then swallowing me.
"If you were 10 years younger, I'd let you." I sighed as her ministrations were about to bear fruit.
She sensed I was getting close and slid one hand down to cradle my balls while the other hand began longer strokes and her mouth just held the head as she sucked and used her tongue.
The groan from deep in my throat told her I was going to burst and she opened her mouth and laid her tongue under the head ready to catch my cum. I looked at her hungry face and mouth as my first shot hit her tongue and the rest weakly dribbled into her mouth as she stroked. She closed her mouth over me and swallowed while going down on me again. I was in such ecstasy and sexual pain that I could barely control my hips as I tried to pump at her mouth and pull away simultaneously. It was my third shot of the night and I was sure she could have coaxed a fourth. When she finally gave up my cock she kissed my balls then my belly and moved up to kiss my mouth. I turned my head so as not to kiss her lips and grabbed my ear, almost violently.
"If a woman can taste her pussy and a mans cum without a thought, YOU can taste a little of what's left on my lips or tongue. How many more times do you think she'll suck your cock if you won't even kiss her afterwards? You ate your boogers when you were a kid, you bite your fingernails after they've been God knows where. Grow up, be a man and kiss me." She told me emphatically.
I kissed her and she stuck her tongue in my mouth and I did taste a bit of what I deposited there. Guess what, I didn't die or turn into a homosexual. Evvy curled up beside me for a while and then got up and went off to the other room where the shower was and came back with my clothes. She took my underwear and slipped them over my feet and helped pull them up over me saying, "If I look at that cock much longer it will end up in my mouth and pussy again, and I have to get up for work tomorrow, just like you."
I leaned up and looked at the clock; it was just past 1:30.
"I should go. If I called home first they wouldn't worry, but 2 o'clock is my agreement."
Evelyn laughed and mumbled something about having been with a man who had a curfew and I reminded her that I was just 17. She helped me get dressed and told me that if I used what I learned tonight I would make women very happy for a long time. I told her that Kayla was all I was interested in at the moment and she chuckled.
"You say that but if I got on my knees and took that handsome delicious penis from your pants and put it in my mouth and begged for it in my pussy, I would have your screaming MY name in 10 minutes."
I knew she was right and after she buttoned the last button on my shirt she hugged me and looked up at me with her cute face, while she grabbed my cock through my pants.
"Remember, as of tomorrow, tonight never happened. I'm Evvy in the back, and Miss Tucker on the floor. No more staring at my ass. You've licked my asshole and fucked it with your finger, it holds no more mysteries. You have the nicest penis that's ever been in me. Be sure to treat all your conquests as nicely as you did me. Remember sex is a two-way street and if you want to experience everything, make every stop along the way. Now get home before they call the police looking for you." Evvy said as she opened the door to the garage and clicked the door up.
I rode home with a hard on that I had to take care of as soon as I got in the house. I remember the night as if it was yesterday.

Chapter Two
I wasn't sure how to walk into Friends Pharmacy and Convenience on Sunday morning. Sunday we were just open 9 till 6 then and Evelyn Tucker was the manager on duty for the day. When I got there I was the fourth in the store. There was Evvy, a cashier Janice, and John Duponti the pharmacist. When I swung the backroom doors open to punch in I was aware of Evvy holding a packing list and looking over a shipment of fall bulbs and the like.
"Good morning Dean. Once you sweep up outside the storefront I'll need you to put together this riser for the end cap near the pharmacy. Pull the last of the seeds and citronella off and get me a count by price. Mark them down fifty percent and put them on a speed table up front. If John gets backed up with scrip's he'll page you. Remember to wash your hands and put on a smock if you pick and deliver for him." Evvy said as she walked by me.
She went to the office safe and got a register tray for Janice and handed it to her and then ran upstairs to her office to get the phone.
Janice looked at me and my guilt told me she was going to say "You fucked her last night didn't you?" Instead she took her register set-up and walked away saying "I don't know where she gets the energy on Sunday's." 
The day truly went by as if nothing happened and that continued as Evvy stayed there during the first 4 years of my college and pharmacy apprenticeship at Friends. Then she got her own store back towards the middle part of the state. I answered the phone when she called from time to time to speak to our manager and was always friendly, but never alluded to the night that made me a man.
Upon completing my New York State licensing tests after my graduation from SU's pharmaceutical college I was assigned my own store as head pharmacist in training in Fayetteville, outside Syracuse. That pharmacist was retiring and I was going to take the store. I had been at Friends for 10 years altogether and it had been almost 8 years since my night with Evvy. When the deliverymen would come through they still always talked about Evelyn Tucker, her tight little body and how great she looked for a woman almost 40. I would just smile and nod.
Over the next few years I became a real Friends Pharmacy company man, getting involved with pharmacy employee policy and how pharmacist assistants and apprentices were chosen. The corporation had been very good to me and I was dedicated to them. I was turning 30 and was still single. My relationship with Kayla lasted until my middle years of college when she graduated with a degree good enough to get her a PA job with a managed health plan out west. Her plans to become a doctor were scuttled at the time.
We secretly, more or less, lived together for a couple years in an off campus apartment close to her dorm. Our sex life was wide and varied and she would have sent Evvy a thank you note had she known where I developed my sexual forwardness and skills.
Since that time I had a series of girlfriends and had gained the reputation as a heartbreaker. Actually I wasn't, it was just if I didn't think the woman met up to my future expectations, I moved on. My longest relationships were with woman a few years older than me. I guess I liked the "experienced" type who either knew what they liked or weren't shocked when I wanted oral or anal sex. Older, experienced woman didn't pretend to be virgins of any kind. I liked to have fun, have a few drinks, hear some live music, eat in nice restaurants and travel to exotic places.
I was coming off a year long relationship with a 33 year old beauty whom I just became bored with. She wanted to slow down and settle and the mere fact that I didn't told me she wasn't the one. I had picked up with a few old girlfriends and was seeing a new beauty semi-regularly. At the time Friends Pharmacy was expanding into Ohio and I was chosen to be on the team to interview and hire prospective pharmacy people.  I would be teamed with another store manager to sift through applications and arrange interviews. I was shocked but happy when I saw on my assignment sheet that my partner was going to be Evelyn Tucker. Being away from my answering machine and any implied commitments to be a week with Evvy sounded great to me.
I arrived in Richmond Heights, Ohio and checked into the Holiday Inn Express there and made my way to the new store site. A courier from the Plain-Dealer newspaper had dropped off a pile of applications they collected for us and I was beginning to sift through them when a knock came at the front of the empty store shell and I waved to Evvy. Knowing I was there she used her key and let herself in. We set up a makeshift "office" with a phone and table provided by the local site manager.
"Hi Evelyn, it is so great to see you. What's it been, 8 or 10 years?" I asked as I went to hug her.
She put out her hand to shake hands shunning my hug.
"It's good to see you as well Dean. Let's try to keep this as professional as possible." She said sternly.
"Evvy, let's cut the crap here. I can see how you could act like this around others, but just me and you, come on. We have a special history here and I never did anything to hurt you and never told one soul about that night." I said, a little pissed off.
"Dean so many times I think about that night and I'm so ashamed I can barely look at myself in the mirror. Why bring it up again?"
"Because you enjoyed it as much as I did and orchestrated the whole night. You told me that night you were fulfilling a fantasy of yours and needed the release. Why can't we be civil? In some weird way I love you and always will. I can close my eyes and see and re-enact in my mind every word, every second, and every pleasure from that night." I said as she blushed deeply.
"BUT THAT WASN'T ME, I'M NOT LIKE THAT!"
"But you freely chose to be that on that night and you were the most beautiful, patient lover a boy turning into a man could ever have. You enjoyed it as much as I and you have no reason to regret it."
"Dean, shortly after that I met the man I live with now. He is so wonderful to me and treats me like a queen, and I cannot tell him that I was your whore."
"Why would you have to? What happened before him is none of his business." I said confused by her convoluted logic.
"Why, because every time we make love I think of that night afterwards." She said as she began to cry.
I took Evvy into my arms and she held on to me tightly. She still felt warm and supple the way she did all those years ago, her breasts firm against my chest.
"I told you that we would never be together again, but maybe that's what would close my book, end my guilt, and make you human instead of a dream." She cried to me hopefully.
"Evelyn, I would love to hold you that way, but if you have a relationship that long I couldn't be with you. That would be cheating, and that would make you what you think you were that night. You're 40 years old and still a very beautiful woman. I assume you're with a man who loves you if he has been with you for over 10 years. If I were to be with you it would betray him and me to you. Please don't tempt me because I've thought about being with you again a lot myself. Let's be pals and understand each other, not do something that will make us grow further apart. We had a beautiful experience and we should be able to look at each other with fond special memories." I told her.
"You're such a smart fair man. Whatever made me think that you wouldn't understand how I feel? I really thought if I told you that you would take me behind some boxes here and have your way with me. Believe it or not, you've lifted a weight from me that I've carried for way too long.
Evvy had carried the thought that she should somehow tell her lover about us and what happened that night, like she had cheated on him. She illogically thought that if she DID cheat on him she could easier close the door and easily live with that new guilt. I didn't take a lot of psyche courses in my studies, but she was suffering from a classic case of low self-esteem brought on by her first failed marriage. She was probably always the best looking girl in her crowd and when she finally gave herself to a lifelong commitment he turned out to be a philanderer making her think she wasn't good enough. Before we did one interview we talked about her problems, and her situation. By the end of the few days we spent there we had became, once again, fast friends. The only problem now was that I wanted her more than ever. The prospect of having affairs with older women always excited me, but now I knew I would pursue it more and more.
Getting laid had never been a problem for me. I'm a fairly good looking guy with athletic features and trim body. I spend a lot of money on good clothes and keep myself up pretty well. While I may look for older women, younger women approach me a lot. I have a hard time turning down a firm ass and tight pussy, but I might make an exception for a more experienced ass and pussy, not to mention mouth. Even while Evvy and I were there working I managed to score a waitress from the Bennigan's we ate at twice. 
"Carol" had waited on us the first night we were there and when we returned on Wednesday another girl greeted us as our server. When our drinks came out it was Carol again. She was very friendly and asked questions about where we were from and such easily determining that Evvy and I were not a couple. When she brought the bill she handed the folder right to me. I opened it to see the check on one side, and in the slot where I might place a credit card was a small note, 
"Carol
off at 11
555-1234."
I folded it in with the receipt and smiled at her more than once before we finally left. Evvy and I talked for a bit in the lobby of the Holi-Express and then retired to our rooms. I showered and changed my clothes, sorry I hadn't brought something to lounge in. At 11 o'clock I called the number she gave to me and it turned out to be her cell phone. She wanted to go out and party but I offered her one option, 
"Do you want to come to my room?" 
I didn't want to play games and I wanted her to know exactly what my intentions were. She had no problem with that as long as she could bring some beer or wine.
"Are you of legal drinking age?" I asked with a bit of suspect.
"I was 21 yesterday and I can prove it. I don't do this as a habit. My boyfriend dumped me a week ago and I wanted to have a wild, wild birthday and I ended up at a birthday party thrown by my sister at a club with my parents were there. Back on Monday night I wanted to talk to you then and was disappointed that you left with that other woman. I didn't get the feeling you were a couple and I even looked up your name off your credit card. I hope I'm not creeping you out, but I found the hotel you were at." Carol told me confidently.
"Just let me ask you Carol, why me?" I wondered.
"You look like a cool guy, handsome and strong, a player though. I wanted to get crazy with a player. Turning 21 and not having a boyfriend or even a chance to get laid got me down. I'm not a whore, and I'm not a slut, I'm not a pick up. I'm taking a chance and doing something a little ballsy. So do you want to play?" She asked like she was giving me an ultimatum.
I had a good feeling about her. She wanted to do something wild for her 21st birthday and simply said, "Ummmm THAT one!"
I invited her over and she said she would be 45 minutes or so, she had to shower at her girlfriends and change.
"You can shower and change here, can't you?" I asked suggestively.
There was a long pause on the phone and I mentioned "You wanted to do something a little ballsy, right?"
After another long pause she asked "You're not a freak are you?"
"No, I can assure you I'm not a freak. You know my name and can track me down if you had to. You said you just wanted to get laid and have a wild time for your birthday. I'm here if you want me." I said as I hung up.
I thought the chance she would actually come over was 50-50. She had second thoughts and I was convinced she didn't do this often or ever at all before. I had been with a few cold-feeters before and she seemed the type. After reading the papers about freaks out there, I couldn't blame them.
About 25 after 11 I poured a Harvey's Bristol Cream into a hotel glass to smooth out the wrinkles of the day. I had been a little excited at bedding down this little hottie, Carol, but I have to tell you that Evvy or some other older experienced woman would have petrified my pipe nicely.
I pulled the love seat out to better see the TV and got ready to watch Letterman. I sipped my sherry and began to unbutton my shirt when there was a knock at the door. I got up and peeped in the security eye and saw Carol waiting. I opened the door.
"Hi Dean. Umm, my girlfriend has your name and she knows where I am." She said nervously.
"Nice to see you too, Carol. If you can relax, come in. I was just getting ready to watch Dave." I said calmly to try and change her mood.
She carried a small ditty bag and a store bag with change of clothes in it. She apparently planned to go out after work in any event.
She pulled a bottle of Sutter Home from the bag and looked forlornly at the cork, and then to me.
I took the bottle and asked her to sit on the love seat while I took care of it. I pulled the cork and poured her a glass and came over and sat down beside her.
"To the end of a long day." I said as I picked up my glass and offered to clink with her.
She paused and then got my intention and clinked and then downed half the glass.
"Nervous? Please relax. Nothing happens you don't want to." I said.
"I dared myself to do this and now I do have second thoughts. I smell like the restaurant, I feel greasy and dirty, but I'm also excited as well." She said.
Letterman just began his monolog and I turned my attention to that and listened and began to chuckle as she joined in, sipping her wine. They went right into "stupid human tricks" and she began to loosen up and laugh. I began to throw in comments and soon she was adding some as she got up to pour another wine for herself. When she sat back down she sat to one side pulling her legs up on the love seat and leaning on me a bit.
When the commercial finally came on she put her head on my shoulder and looked up at me. 
"I'm relaxing. I'm OK" She assured me, looking for a kiss.
"Don't let the wine make decisions for you, OK?" I cautioned one last time before she got herself in deeper than she might expect.
"This?" she said holding up her glass. "I'm Italian and we drank wine at dinner every night at home. I can handle wine. Beer makes me too full and liquor makes me blotto and then sick. I'm OK with wine." She said quietly as she continued looking up at me.
I bent and placed my lips to hers and she answered my call with fervor. Her mouth tasted sweet and then she looked for my tongue and I gave it to her and turned a bit into her, taking her glass and setting on the desk beside me. We kissed long and deep, swapping spit and playing with each others tongues. I pulled away to smile at her and be sure she was OK. She smiled back and hugged her head to my chest where I had begun unbuttoning my shirt.
"You smell so good, so clean. My hair must smell like the restaurant. Mind if I take that shower. I think I'm going to stay if you want me to." She whispered softly.
"I'd like that," was all I said.
She got up and went to her store bag and retrieved just underwear and she looked back at me with a grin. She took her ditty bag, which I suppose had shampoo and other essentials and went into the bathroom.
As I watched Letterman I heard the shower run and after the water went off I heard the hair dryer run for 5 or so minutes. I was getting excited to see her and my cock was getting hard in my pants anticipating her.
Carol was short, maybe just 5 foot. She had jet black hair and a slim figure, but her legs and arms told me she worked out, was an athlete or worked hard jobs on her feet. Her uniform dress hid her bust line, but I could tell they were prominent by the cleavage she showed when she undid a couple buttons after work. I liked bigger women and the comfort of the middle age spread, I guess, but Carol seemed fresh and anxious.
The bathroom door opened and she peeked out and smiled for me. She had a large towel tucked around her like a sarong that just covered the mounds of her breasts and came just below her panties.
She came over and I thought she would sit down like that, but before she sat she pulled the towel down to show me her dark skinned body in a skimpy lycra bra that her nipples and boobs filled and a matching thong panty. She was quite beautiful and looked every bit the virgin bride.
"Is this what a prostitute does?" She asked innocently.
"A prostitute? Number one, I'm not paying you and number two, I wouldn't know what a prostitute does. If you feel like a prostitute, maybe you should leave. I thought we were two people attracted to each other who want a no strings attached good time." I answered indignantly. 
"No, no, I didn't mean it like that, but you've just had more experience with . . . . situations like this. I took you as a player, and I don't think I'm off base there. But that isn't a bad thing. I mean I've been picked up before, but never for sex like this. I saw you and how you handled yourself and I wanted to be in good hands. Please don't let my dumb mouth turn you off." She said scrambling to make her words seem right.
"Just what do you mean by "player"?" I asked to be sure we were both on the same page.
"I don't mean anything bad by it. You just look like you know how to handle yourself and make yourself attractive by your confident good looks. When you looked at me at work I felt like I was as naked as I am now, and I liked it." Carol said with a sexy flair to re-set the mood.
I straightened a bit on the love seat and motioned for her to sit. She did and cuddled right into me. The smell of her freshly washed and dried hair and the clean soap smell of her body flared my nostrils. I felt my sex coming to attention as I draped my arms around her and rested my hands on her bare belly.
"Why would your boyfriend break up with you so close to your birthday? Making a beautiful girl like you happy on her special day looks like it would be fun. You are a very beautiful and attractive woman." I asked.
She lifted the back of her head off my shoulder and fell back and rested her head in the crux of me arm to look me right in the eyes.
"We had sex problems that he got obsessive about."
"Mind if I ask you?"
"I'm lying here almost naked with you and I barely know you, so I guess I can talk a little. I guess I can't be embarrassed." She said as she looked away from my eyes to say her next words.
"It was oral sex. He got mean during oral sex and he,  . . . he wanted to shoot in my mouth and he always tried to force me." She said getting visibly emotional over it.
"No one should ever be forced to do something they don't want to do. If you didn't like going down . . . . . . " I started to say.
"I like oral sex just fine, I like it a lot. But with a hand on the back of my head trying to push it down my throat it turns into something un-sexy. Can we leave it there?" She said clearly not wanting to talk about it now as she turned her eyes back to mine.
I moved my mouth toward hers and she kissed me deeply twisting her body from my arms to where she was kneeling on the love seat, her mouth still attached to mine as I ran my hands down her back and pulled her toward the back of the love seat while I began to slide off it until she was lying on it and I was kneeling on the floor at the middle of the furniture while I laid my upper body over her and tasted her sweet mouth. Her hands that hugged me close to her began clawing my shirt out of my pants until her hands could touch the bare skin of my back. I ran my hand from behind her shoulder down her side to the roundness of her ass. She felt good and could kiss as good as any woman I had ever been with. I traced my fingers along the long gusset of her thong, through the split of her ass until I touched near her pussy. She drew her knee through my arm to allow me to feel her pussy through the cloth of her thong as she sighed heavily in my mouth. My fingers traced the slit of her pussy, wiggling at her clit a bit while she began to undulate on the cushion and cry out into my mouth. I lifted my mouth from hers and she immediately un-did the stay at the front of her bra to release her breasts. Their weight pulled them slightly apart as I sought out her left nipple with my mouth. It was hard and she responded to my sucking and gnawing with groans as my hand squeezed the right one closest to me. I fingered at that nipple until I held the areola between my fingers and moved my lips from her left to the matching treasure I held in my hand. She cried out as I nibbled her tits and massaged her pussy.
I let her titties rest as I knelt back and took her left leg and put it over my shoulder turning her torso toward me. I went to her waist and found the sides of her thong and pulled it down from her as she put her legs strait up over my head to get it from her feet. Her legs came down on either side of my head. Her pussy was pink and fresh with a straight line of dark, close cropped, pubic hair that ran from just over her slit to her panty line. She smelled sweet and dewy as her clit protruded from her hood. I kissed her clit with my lips 3 times before my tongue snaked out to lick its hardness. She tasted so fresh and quivered under me, so I put my whole mouth over her box and sucked its juices and ran my tongue through her crease as I used my fingers to open her and lick her inner lips and gash. Her legs shot up and out as if I shocked her with a prod as she exhaled deeply with a whoop and puffed, LaMaze style. She groaned deeply and slid her hands to the high insides of her thighs proclaiming, "No one ever licked me, ate me like that!"
As I diddled my tongue over and over her clit she came very hard and vocally where I had to put my hand to her mouth to signal her to quiet. She quickly sucked at my fingers as she came again screaming around my muffling fingers. She tasted so sexy I could not get enough of her pussy as her ass bounced on the edge of the sofa. She stiffened hard and nearly bit my fingers to where she hurt me and flipped like a fish out of water under me to get away from my mouth. She turned to her side almost kicking me in the head with her knee and her cute little ass was right in my face. Using both hands at the tops of the back of her thighs I pushed her hard forward and pushed my face into her ass split and I ran my tongue up her taint and licked her asshole causing a squeal from her mouth until she flipped back and threw her pussy into my face again which I continued to lick before her hands slipped between my lips and her sex humming "no, no, no, no, no".
I knelt back on my haunches and began unbuttoning my shirt as she curled her legs up and turned on her side facing me, still quivering from her cums. She looked like she had seen a ghost or escaped certain danger.
"Never, never without my hands. Never, never so hard. Heart attack, like a heart attack." She mumbled.
She obviously had never been orally pleased like I had done, which is amazing considering how pretty her pussy was. So pink with just a hint of coral, and her clit was so hard, she was delicious.
I stood to take off my pants and shorts and I knelt back down and took the sides of her hips to the edge of the sofa. She looked at me confused like she didn't know what was coming. I placed the flat of my hand on her lower belly with the tip of my thumb just at her clit. With the other hand I lined up my cock to her wet slit and pushed into her.
"Ohhhhh, you feel so fucking big!" She said sucking in a big breath and pushing her hand to my hip to hold me back.
"I'm not THAT big, you're just very tight. Relax and I'll wait until you get accustomed to me." I assured her.
"No, you're BIG or I've only been with small men. You surprised me, why didn't you have me suck it first?"
"I couldn't wait to feel you. Your pussy is so sweet and pouty, I had to have you." I said as I began to move within her.
She tried to hold onto something as I began to pump her and her eyes rolled back in her head and she almost growled her moans.
Her little legs settled on either side of me and I placed my hand back on her belly as I began to ride in and out of her just wanting to enjoy the warmth and tightness as her pussy involuntarily milked at my dick. 
Her eyes locked into mine again as he began to nod her head in rhythm to my strokes as I sensed she was going to cum again.
"Did you WANT to suck me? . . . because we have all night to play." I said as I began to speed up.
"Never . . had it . . . inside . . me . . without  . . . sucking . . it . . . never came from . . FUCKING . . . . AHHH . BEFORRRE. UH . . . UH . . . . UH. . . OHHHH." She said as he turned her head and just kept Oooooing and Ahhhhing.
Suddenly she looked at me like she sobered instantly. 
"I'm on the patch (which I already noticed at her left front hip), but don't come in me. I usually use condoms." She said demurely as I quickly sped up, my own needs now beginning to come to a froth.
She vocalized her way through another grinding series of little orgasms until I began to really pound her, my orgasm getting near. She looked at me in fear that I wouldn't heed her request I not come inside her. I could no longer control myself if I kept pumping into her and I pulled from her tight pussy with a little slurp from her nether lips. I stood to shoot all over her but she slipped to the floor. She looked at me and put her mouth to my balls watching and waiting for me to cum. She did this like it was what she always did with her caveman boyfriend.
"Taste your pussy on my cock." I managed to whisper loud.
She stopped her licking below me and looked at my face and then my cock. She had never done this before, I was sure. I thought I was going to get shut out and she suddenly lurched forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth. I threw my head back in pleasure as she sucked at it with her tongue waving over me before she pulled off and sat back to watch me cum. I was ready, but wanted her mouth, it was worth a try.
"Give me your mouth, take my cum." I said softly to her as my face began contort in immense pleasure.
She looked terrified at first and leaned forward and took the head in her mouth as I jerked off. She looked at me and drew in my eyes as if looking for encouragement or some other sign.
My strokes became shorter and my orgasm ripped through me. With her eyes locked to mine and the head of my cock in her mouth, I came. She looked shocked as the first volley hit her throat and she stifled a choke and I saw her gullet involuntarily swallow. She had to cough or gag and she took her mouth from me and sperm dripped from her lips. She looked down and then up to me as I continued to work pulses of cum from my balls. She took me into her mouth again and sucked and I saw her swallow again. Shortly, I pulled from her and reeled to fall back onto the bed.
I was puffing like a 4 minute miler for a moment and then quickly calmed down. I heard her get up and plop onto the loveseat as I heard some late night talk show guest blabber on about how bad movies were. I had been oblivious to everything on the TV for the past 20 or so minutes. I looked to her as she looked at me. She looked scared, like something horrible had just or was about to happen.
I lifted my hand to her extending it to invite her beside me. She tentatively got up and came to me and lay beside me. I kissed her face trying to get her lips to turn towards me. I finally used my hand to push her chin and she turned as I kissed her hard.
"That was just incredible. You are such a tender sweet lover." I whispered with a smile.
She looked back at me confused.
"You haven't been with many men, have you?" I asked.
"N . . n . . no, only a couple, why?" 
"You never had an orgasm, at least THAT kind of an orgasm before?" I asked knowing her answer already.
"No, I thought you were going to give me a heart attack."
"Didn't your boyfriend ever eat you like that?" I wondered.
"No, not until I deep throated him and swallowed his stuff, and I wouldn't be forced."
"Ohhhhh, it's beginning to come to light now. He wanted power over you. You were smart to get away. He's older than you, huh?" I figured.
"Yes we went out for almost 3 years and I don't even miss him. Especially now!" She said with a chuckle.
I hugged her close and was glad I took a chance with the young Carol. She was a hot partner and certainly easy on the eyes. Her innocence was the thing that really got me, though. We stayed up and talked a bit and she told me she loved to give head, but never let anyone cum in her mouth. Her boyfriend tried to get her to deep throat him and make her swallow, but she had him settle for her sucking his balls as he came over her. She wanted oral sex but he held out until she did what he wanted. Once I showed her the pleasures of a mans mouth she felt more open to trying other things. 
Some men are pretty stupid.
In a short time we sixty-nined and she showed me just how much she did like giving head. We ended up with a doggy-style fuck while I teased her little asshole with the pad of my thumb. She was really enjoying my cock and thumb, but once again asked me not to cum in her. In a few moments I pulled from her and was about to cum on her ass and back but she turned and took me in her mouth. She gagged when I came and lost what I gave her, but she did finish me up.
My night with Carol made it easier to work with Evvy the next few days and I did keep Carols phone number in case I ever got back in the area. Although far from a virgin, I figured my night with Carol was my paying back womankind for the night I had with Evvy, passing along some skills to keep her partners happy.

Chapter Three
I was glad to get back to my own store and be home after my week with Evvy near Cleveland. We both made some good points with upper management with our willingness to do employment trail blazing for them. If I was called out there for the store set-up I knew I would try to hook up with Carol.
Back in New York State I got into my usual regimen of home, work and play. My answering machine was full of calls from a gorgeous woman I dated a few times, Dianna. She was certainly a nice woman and really attractive, but her pitch was getting a bit to serious. Yes, I would someday like to settle down, but I always figured when the right one came along I would know it. Dianna didn't seem the type, at least yet. I hadn't aggressively tried to get her in the sack because I knew she had a child. Sleeping together usually means I meet the child at some point. Divorced women tell their children strange things when they go out on dates. Children in those situations were going to be screwed up enough. Dianna was going to be willing if I made a sex pitch, but I was sure she might attach some commitment to that. I was only looking for a test drive, and I didn't want to break any hearts.
After spending the time with Evvy I knew what I really wanted was to bed down an older woman, one who kept her looks and didn't have a commitment at home. It wouldn't be Evvy, but it would fulfill the fantasy.
During the early part of the day is usually the best time to check out the aisles at the pharmacy for women. Moms with kids are out doing their errands while the rug-rats are in school and the ones who have pushed their kids along are there by force of habit. I see many of the same women every week and some I look forward to seeing. Now, I'm not on the make, I'm just breaking the monotony by doing a little girl watching.
One such woman is Sharon Smythe. I figure her to be 46-48 years old and I know she's a vegetarian, she's into yoga and takes every supplement under the sun. It must be a good life-style for her because she has the body of a 25 or 30 year old. She always wears those thin sleeping type bras that show her nipples prominently, tight hip hugger jeans or tight stretch pants. However, her overall look is fairly conservative for a woman of 25, but she's nearly 50. I always check her out because I love her round ass and she always shows a bit of cleavage and firm belly in the summer. She caught me looking at her one of the last times in the store and I was trying to avoid eye contact, but she came to the counter and asked the clerk to see the pharmacist.
I came out and saw her up-close and was surprised how fresh her face looked with only some worry wrinkles betraying the calendar. 
"Can you tell me anything about this tooth brush? I always use an Oral-B Cross-Action, but this appears to look like it, but it has changes." She asked me.
Now I know about the new prescription drugs and OTC counterparts, but toothbrushs?
"Let me see it, Hmmmm, this is called a Pulsar and apparently these little yellow things stimulate the gums while you brush. Just how though, I don't know. Give me a moment. I may have a sample in the back." I said as I went to a bin we refer to as the "Lots-a-Luck bucket".
The "Lots-a-Luck bucket" is where the receiving department puts any non-prescription drug store freebie samples. We use them for give away bags for senior citizens homes, etc. Sure enough there was a sample, but it was marked "non-usable store display" and it had a plastic bubble over the bristles. It should have been part of the counter display.
I brought it out to show it to her and handed it to her.
"It appears to . . . Oh!" She said startled as it began to buzz as she took it from my hand.
She had apparently squeezed the little ON switch on the handle that activated the pulsar action. The head vibrated and stimulating the bristles as you brushed. It was the same size as their other brushes, but still contained a small motor and battery.
"Oh, NOW I see the difference! Thank you so much, I'll try it, thank you." She said as she went off to the register.
I went back to the platform and started getting caught up with phone orders. A few moments later she was coming back up the aisle and caught my eye and waved.
"Sir, before you recommend that brush to anyone else you should know it's over a dollar more than the old one." She said a little peeved.
"Please, call me Dean and if you're not happy with any product from Friends Pharmacy, bring it back with your receipt for a full refund." I told her.
She smiled back and walked away while I stared at the bumpity-bump of her round ass in her tight jeans.
Later on in the day when it got slow I looked at her drug profile to find a little more about Sharon Smythe. I already knew what my night clerk had told me about her but drug profiles tell more. In my 36 month profile I saw she stopped her birth control almost 2 years before and started Prozac for a time. Only a few months ago she began birth control patches. Being the detective I looked for a Mr. Smythe and found one who had transferred his records to our Albany store 2 years before. This wasn't CSI, but it looked like he left 2 years ago and she was treated for depression. Now she either had a boyfriend or was shopping for one.
It was Tuesday night and Wednesday was my regular day-off so I went out to a couple watering holes I frequent and ran into Dianna. She was obviously looking for me since I hadn't called.
"Dean, you didn't call me this week after you got back. Is there a problem? If there is can we talk? I don't want to bother you if you're not interested, but please don't jerk me around." She asked me straightforwardly. 
I decided to come clean.
"Dianna, I find you a lot of fun and you certainly are very attractive, but having a child in the mix makes it hard. You have to get an all night sitter if you stay at my place, and you have a lot of explaining to do if I stay at yours. Kids know Daddy isn't there and wonder if each man they see you with is "new Daddy". It's not you and I that I worry about, it's your daughter and how she might fit and what the lasting implications are. If I tried to sleep with you anyway, without factoring in your situation, THAT would be jerking you around." I explained.
"She's going to go with both of her grandmothers to Orlando in a week. They live in the same complex and became good friends, despite the divorce. They're bringing her to the amusement parks and to see her Dad who now lives in Kissimmee. I'll have 2 weeks alone. Do you think that will be enough time to get to know each other well to decide if we want to go on?" She asked wide eyed.
"I make no promises Di. You're looking for a serious relationship, and so am I. However I tend to let them find me and hit me over the head, you want to chase them. I'll admit there is a spark, but don't hate me if things don't work out." I told her honestly.
"She's with my mother tonight for Disney on Ice and a sleepover at Grandma's." She said suggestively.
After a few drinks we left together for her place, me following her car. I parked in her driveway and she walked me around the house showing me her roses and then her deck and pool. Her five year marriage netted her a pretty nice house as a reward for catching a cheating husband. I don't know the reason why he cheated, but it couldn't be for finding a better looking woman. Dianna was a Miss New York State runner up and State Fair Queen two years in a row, besides the ad work she did for national ad agencies. She was 5 foot, 7 inch redhead with a 36 D bust, not to mention my favorite part, a great ass. After we got inside she asked to fix me a drink or get me a beer as we settled at her bar. I took a beer and asked her sit next to me. She poured herself a Kahlua bottled cocktail and settled in next to me.
"Before we go any further in this relationship I think we might better understand each other," I started. "I really like you and am attracted to you. I'm trying not to make anything of the 4 messages you left on my machine last week, but I don't like to be hounded. I date a lot of women, some are friends, and some are just girls I see for a good time, you know -  have a few drinks, some laughs. If I sleep with you it doesn't mean that I stop seeing the others, though. Don't think for a moment that I don't respect you or don't want a serious relationship. But as of now, I'm just not hit over the head in love with you or anyone else. To pretend that I am would be a big lie, and I won't lie to you and I won't hurt you. But I do want to nurture this relationship, to see if it clicks. I think we have something special. Am I making any sense?" I asked hoping I hadn't hurt her feelings.
"I didn't expect you to be in love with me, and I can say that I am not in love with you, but I am interested in falling in love with you. We have a lot in common but I know my daughter causes a problem and we have to be careful not to hurt her. I'm not expecting for you to make love to me and then say you're moving in, or say that you'll never sleep with another woman again. However I would like to show you what I have to offer in that department. Dean, I haven't been with a man since I threw my husband out 11 months ago. I want that drought to end, and I want it to end with you. You're the only man I've been interested in since. I know you're a bit of a run-around, but I also know that if you were to tell me I was the only one, I could trust you. You're honest, and my ex was a lying bastard. If these other women you see are competing for your heart, count me in the race, but I won't wait a long time for you Dean. I want a one woman man I can depend on. It will be tricky keeping you or any man from my daughter, but I want to as long as I can." She said pouring out her heart to me.
"Fair enough. I promise to be totally honest with you, just as you know I would. I expect no less from you. OK?" I said toasting our agreement.
There was a pause before I asked, "Eleven months? Wow, I'm assuming you took care of some business in that time though."
She blushed and then held up the 3 middle fingers of her right hand. "Just these, that's it, no toys. I wanted my first time back in the line-up to be special. So how about you, how long?"
I blushed now and dropped my head and looked at her sheepishly. "One week ago tonight."
"You got laid in Cleveland? I sat back here playing with myself every night thinking of you, and coming home for this night, and you're getting laid? Who?"
"Nobody you know or ever will. She picked me up and that's all I say. Should we move to the sofa or do I go home?" I asked.
"Dean, I don't believe you! Right after I told you how honest I thought you were, you tell me you picked someone up last week and had sex!" She said to me with her mouth agape.
"Dianna, I TOLD YOU! I didn't lie. Remember, we have no commitment to each other. We just went over that. If and when I tell you that you're the only one, you will be." I said standing my ground.
"I suppose you're right, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. How old was she, for God's sake." She asked.
"Twenty one years, one day." I said, wishing I hadn't.
"How can I compete with that? I might as well just give up now!" She said turning her head because she was going to tear up.
"Dianna," I said as I took her in my arms, "You're not in competition with her or anyone else. Listen, I've been free as the wind for a long time now. I haven't had a real serious relationship that lasted over a year since my high school sweetheart and that lasted through a lot of college. You are the first woman who makes me think I want to get involved again, but I just don't know what to think. Your phone calls last week made me feel like you were checking up on me. I cannot accept that if we were a couple. I can tell you we wouldn't last in that situation. I like you and want to be with you, but we should both see others to make sure of our feelings."
"I don't WANT to see anyone else, it's you I want." Dianna said adamantly.
"But you told me that besides a dinner and movie right after your split I'm the only man you've seen. I'm worried you're being rash and it bothers me a lot. You're married to one guy that doesn't work out and you're ready to commit a relationship to the next one who comes along. Am I making sense?" I asked her.
"Yes, goddammit you are in many ways. But if I don't see you for two weeks aren't you going to wonder if I screwed other men?" She asked.
"No, it won't be any of my business. If I call one of the other girls I date I don't ask if they're getting it lately. My non-commitment takes away any right I have to feel that way. Listen, I better go. I've fucked up your head too much here tonight. Think about every thing we talked about and we'll get together tomorrow night at my house. OK?" I asked as I began to get up and make my way out.
"NO, IT'S NOT OK. I have you here tonight and I'm going to FUCK you. I'll show you the piece of ass that goes along with my whole package. Please stay and make love to me." She said with a few tears stifled.
I was confused. I really wanted to screw her, but I didn't want to make her think I was hers. I also wondered if she got good and laid she might start to think a little differently about me and our relationship. Maybe if she got rid of some of that frustration I might not look as good as she thought. I wanted her to want me, but I still had fantasies to live out and two other women that I owed the courtesy of telling them I might not see them again.
Dianna got up and stood in front of me and pushed me back into the barstool.
"I really want to show you my body and to see yours, and feel yours inside me. We've said so many things here tonight that I'm confused about a lot of it, but I do know I want you tonight." She said as he ran her hands over my chest.
"Before we get involved here, let me offer you this. When your daughter goes away for those 2 weeks we will see each other exclusively and see what happens, OK?"
"I'll go along with that Dean." She said just before she planted her mouth on mine and began kissing me like no other woman ever had. Her lips and tongue were soft to my own but she was like a hungry animal. We had kissed and even necked a bit before, but this was different. My arms went to go around her but she pushed them back and brought her hands up to my face as I felt their warmth and supple softness. She finished the long kiss and stood back from me.
"Stay there on the stool so I can show you . . . . . . "  She said as her voice tailed off.
She stood back from me and reached behind her neck and lowered the zipper at the top of her dress. She smiled at me as she brought her hands to the front and pulled just below the neckline and the top of it slid off her arms revealing her upper torso. She was wearing one of those Victoria Secrets bra's that make a woman even more sexy than she is and Dianna looked better than most of the models they have in their catalog. After a pause to let me drink that in she put her hands to her waist and pushed down the rest of the dress to the floor. She wore the matching revealing panties to the bra. She reached behind her head and let her hair fall over her shoulders standing there in her peach colored underwear. I wanted to move toward her but she shook her head "no".
She reached between her breasts and unsnapped the bra, but turned around as she slipped it off. In turning her back to me I saw her perfect gorgeous ass with the thin band of panty covering the split of her delicious cheeks. She dropped the bra and turned back to me to reveal her perfectly tanned breast. They were like two ripe pears that hung from her chest just pendulous enough to show their weight, just firm enough to keep the perfect shape. Her nipples sat perfectly at the center almost looking at me like two trained eyes. She raised her hands and caressed them, lifting them to show their firmness as they fell back into place. She slid a hand into the front of her panty to separate her sex folds from the fabric. She then slid that hand to the side while her other hand went to the other hip and slid down her underwear as the peach panties went to the floor where she kicked them off. Her pussy was smooth as silk with a small patch of fiery red pubic hair trimmed to a letter D, my initial, just over her mound. I looked at it and then to her eyes. She exhaled through pursed lips and furrowed eyes. She knew how hot she looked.
She slinked over to me and took my hand for me to stand up. I did and while lightly kissing my lips and cheek she began to unbutton my shirt. When she reached my waist she squat down and pulled it from my waist and then stood to push it off my shoulders. She began to squat down again, pausing to kiss my nipples as she did. When she got all the way down she began to undo my belt and then my pants. When she lowered my zipper my pants fell from the weight of my keys and wallet. I lifted a foot and she slipped off my loafer and pulled my pant leg off, and then the other.
My boxer shorts weren't exactly hiding the fact that I had a huge erection and she smiled as she looked back up over me.
"I've known I had this effect on some men, but I rarely get to see up close. You had your chance to see me and the special treats I have for you, now I get to discover the special treats you have for me." She cooed in a low sexy voice.  
She reached for the front of my waistband and pulled it out as she reached with her other hand and began to pull down my shorts. My cock popped straight out as my shorts went down my legs.
"Ohhhhh DEAN! I haven't seen a lot of these, but this is the biggest I've seen in person." She said as she gazed over it.
Now, let me reiterate to you that I'm not porn star big as some woman like to tell me, but I guess I'm a little bigger than average when I get hard. I've heard 6-7 inches is average and I'm about 8 inches (I didn't do the measurements myself, but the lady who did said she kept track of these things) More than anything I'm told that I'm fatter than most, not a lot, mind you. My expert said that average around was about 4.5-5.5 inches hard, and I'm 6.5 measured at mid length. It's been tightly fit into quite a few mouths and pussies as well as a few cute little assholes without splitting a seam. So what I want to say is, I'm no freak, but I do OK in that department.
She reached up with both hands taking the shaft of my cock in one and the heft of my balls in the other.
"It's no wonder you're popular with the ladies out there Dean. This is one beautiful cock. I can't wait to get my lips around it and suck it, it looks delicious." She said as she kept her gaze on it and began to stroke it. 
She took her hand from my balls and drizzled some saliva into it and wrapped it around me and stroked hard and fast for a few strokes.
"Oh God!" She said as her voice quivered. "It's beautiful!"
"Go ahead; put it in your mouth." I said breaking my silence waiting to feel the warm relief of her warm mouth.
"Dean, until mine is the only pussy I taste on this cock, I won't be putting it in my mouth." She said in all seriousness, her gaze still affixed to it.
"Ohhh, we're going to play hardball, are we?" I asked with a smile.
"No, we're going to play SMART-ball Dean." She said moving her gaze to my face as she said it in dead seriousness.
"I'm not going to share all of my charms with you until I know you're true to just me. You think you're going to dip this in some 21 year old pussy with hot pants for a good looking guy and then come back to me to have me suck it? No I don't work that way. I don't know how many other pussies and assholes I tasted in 5 years being married to a lying, cheating bastard. But when I KNOW you're screwing other women it's not going to happen. Now, if you can stretch a condom over this thing, I would love to feel it in MY pussy." She said as her gaze went back to my penis.
"Do you think teasing me and being mean and vindictive is going to make me fall in love with you?" I asked as I got a little pissed.
"Dean, would you eat my pussy tonight if I told you I fucked the pool-boy this afternoon. Would you kiss me if I told you blew the gardener before you came over? I don't think so. I don't want to be mean to you at all. I want to make love to you. All the things we can do to each other are sex acts. They all feel good and make us happy. But I have deep feelings for you and want to show them to you through my body, my actions, and my feelings. I can't fully do that unless I know you're committed to me." She said as she stood up, still holding me in her hands.
"Now, if you would like to take me to my bed and show me how deep your feelings are for me I would be happy to go with you. If you just want to make me a notch on your belt I'll bend over the sofa and you can have at me. I need to feel a man inside me. How I accomplish that is up to you." She said sternly as she squeezed my cock.
"I was going to say that you drive a hard bargain, but we aren't talking bargain here, we're talking feelings and you're really making me think.  I do want you in a way other than just a chance to get laid. We both know that we've had great times the nights we went out and we have no trouble talking for a long time. But I must tell you that looking at your body makes me weak in the knees. You are so beautiful and smart too, not willing to compromise yourself without a commitment from me. I told you I hadn't been hit over the head, but consider me hit. I want to take you to the bed." I quietly admitted.
Dianna smiled and let go of my cock and took my hand and swiftly led me to the bedroom. Her tanned perfect body leading me was like watching a dream photo shoot for Playboy in Tahiti. She looked exotic and sexy, and had that perfect look of a pin-up. She pulled down the bed spread. She slid under the sheet and beckoned me as I stood in a semi-daze.
"You aren't still pouting over not getting your cock sucked are you? Be aware I WANT to suck you and feel grow and throb in my mouth, but I don't do that for anyone. One of the ways I first suspected my husband was the smell of perfume in his pubes." She said half apologetic, half sorry.
"No, honestly I'm not. I just can't come to grips on how absolutely beautiful you are. To hear you say those explicit words and I know you're talking about me is like some weird fantasy I had when I was 15 watching my Dads Playboy videos." I stammered.
I slipped under the sheets and turned to her immediately covering her mouth with mine. Her response to me was tremendous to say the least as her hands went behind my head to pull my mouth even harder to hers and then she slid them down my back as I pressed her harder into the sheets, my upper body covering hers. I would have laid right on her but my rock hard cock would not allow that.
I broke the kiss and looked at her perfect breasts bringing my left hand up to fondle one. I didn't suspect she enhanced them to be so perfect and one feel told me she was as God made her. She sighed deep in her throat as I squeeze and fondled her, pinching her nipples before kissing them. I could not get enough of kissing and suckling her. My natural instinct was to begin tracing kisses down her belly to get a taste of her aromatic pussy.
"No Dean, please. Oral is out. I love being loved that way but it will break my resolve. I want you in my mouth as bad as you want me. You know the rules." She said coldly but regrettably.
I moved to my knees between her legs as she spread them for me. I looked down to see her little smile and the sincere passion she held either for me or for what I was about to do. She licked her hand and transferred some of the wetness to her pussy. She was slick with her juices anyway but I figured she needed to touch herself as she could wait no longer either. She then reached back to the pillow beside her and slipped a hand underneath and produced a condom.
"Please put this on, you know the reasons." She said regretfully as I ripped it open and stretched it over myself.
The fronts of my thighs lined up with the balls of her ass as I lifted her legs to put a pillow under her ass. Before she could lower her legs I brought the head of my cock to her pussy opening and nudged in letting her legs fall to my shoulders.
The look of anticipation in her eyes made me want to drive into her, but I knew better. I leaned forward folding her in half as I slid slowly into her as she mewled sounds of sweet satisfaction.
"Oh Dean, you beautiful fat cock feels so good inside me. I'm full of you!" She cried out as I kissed her lips and necked for a moment stuck as deep as I could go in the tightest pussy I've ever felt.
I knelt back to let her legs down as she let them fall to the bed, her knees cocked and feet flat on the sheet. I leaned back over her and began to stroke in and out of her. She began to moan and hiccough large balls of air out as her eyes rolled back in her head. She was waiting for this for a long time and she was going to have an orgasm almost right away.
Her arms came up to mine and gripped me tight as she came with a loud groan like she was being cut open and then her hands let loose of me. I looked in her eyes and I saw what I thought was fear, but it turned out to be another orgasm as I felt her pussy grip me.
I didn't want to cum already and thought of things to dissuade the urge to cum already.
"Dead squirrels, dead squirrels, dead squirrels!" I ran through my head to take my mind off cumming even though I was fucking the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in the flesh.
"Oh Dean, Oh Dean, OHHHHH DEAN!!! FUCK MEEE, FUCK MEE  FUCK FUCK!"
She hollered out between catching her breath as she began lifting her ass up to meet my strokes.
I had to do some thing to keep from cumming so I stopped my stroking and pulled from her and tugged at her knee to get her to roll over. She was anxious to make the move and propped her ass into the air for me as she rested her elbows on the bed and lowered her head to arch her ass. My cock found her shiny split and plowed into her as she wailed aloud again. I wet my thumb and placed it on her asshole not being able to resist its opening as an invitation. She didn't complain so I drizzled spit on the junction of my thumb and her ass and pushed in.
"ARGGGHHHH, I love my ass played with . . . . .  DEAN, FUCK ME!"
I double fucked her ass and pussy and felt my orgasm brewing and knew I had passed the point of stopping.
"I'm going to CUM Dianna!!" I yelled as I felt my pop start to fill the condom.
She pulled off me and turned around to stroke my cock as I continued to cum as she panted like a dog in heat watching the end billow a white cloud.
"I hope the day comes when you can push this cum into my pussy, or down my throat, your cock is so beautiful." She said and then added as she looked into my eyes with a wicked grin. "Or even up my ass if we can fit this big thing in." She teased.
The shy redhead with the swimsuit models body was a total horn dog behind closed doors and I was the fantasy she had been keeping at the top of her list in the 6 weeks we had sporadically dated. I was interested before, but now I was definitely more so. Number one, I had no idea she was so into sex and was so naughty behind closed doors. The fact she had carved a perfect D initial in her pubic mound told me that she had more than a passing interest in me. Her sexuality and intelligence had both been displayed tonight in thought, word, and deed. I knew now that I COULD fall in love with this woman if I were to allow myself

Chapter Four
Returning on Thursday from my day-off is always a chore. I do vendor returns first thing and to this day I don't know why pharmacy takes care of general merchandise, just because they display it in the pharmacy aisle? In any event when going through the returns for PharmaCart, our general merchandise jobber, I noticed 2 of the Pulsar toothbrushes. It wouldn't have seemed odd except, I think we just got 24 or so in the week I was away. That sort of return rate seemed odd, but I passed it off as too small a sample to mean anything. The returns were accompanied by the refund/exchange proof slip that was filled out by the returnee. One was Sharon Smythe's and the reason for return was, "battery burned out". The other was signed by another woman, whose name I was familiar with and the excuse for return was "low battery life".
I noticed the small size of the handle and wondered just how big a battery it might have. I mean, how long would a toothbrush have to function in its life? Three minutes a day for 90 days? My own toothbrushes seem to get ratty at that point and 90 uses didn't seem to be too much to ask for. I took the brush out of the plastic bubble pack it came in to see if it were totally burned out. I was just going to push the "on" dimple when I got a familiar aroma. I looked around and even checked my fingers, although I knew I had showered and washed my hands a few times since the last time I could have picked up THAT smell.
I put the tooth brush close to my nose and sniffed at what was the source of the smell. The toothbrush smelled like pussy! I took the package returned from Susan Smythe and it also smelled like pussy. I went to the floor and pulled one of the new brushes off the rack and opened it. I found the "on" dimple and pushed it and the head quietly vibrated. The head of the brush was the right size and shape to tantalize the hood and clit of any female. Were these women using the brush as a stimulator and falling asleep? My prurient mind asked me if Sharon Smythe was so lonely that she needed toys to fulfill herself. I left the low-humming brush on and went about the rest of my chores, filling scrips in between. Early in the afternoon I got a chance to get back to my returns and found the brush still humming along after over 4 hours. She had definitely fallen asleep after using it on herself, and not for brushing teeth, unless her mouth smelled like a pussy.
There's a little part of me inside that likes to make people squirm and the next time I saw Sharon Smythe I went right to the floor to see her. She was buying a new Pulsar toothbrush. PERFECT!
"Good morning Ms. Smythe, I see you're buying a new Pulsar. But you returned the last one saying it had low battery life, I don't understand." I asked with a knowing grin.
"Oh, ummm, . . .I thought I might give it one more chance." She answered as she flushed in embarrassment.
"Well good luck with it." I said as I walked away, but then I stopped and looked back at her.
"Try not to fall asleep after using it, which may be the problem." I said, spilling the beans that I knew what was going on before I turned and returned to my platform.
But, before I could reach my perch she grabbed my white coattail. 
"If you're so worried about how I use it maybe you could come by and show me YOUR technique." She said in a low voice, easily trumping what I thought was a great parting shot.
When I turned to look at what had caught my coat I saw her hand as she spoke her words. My eyes traveled up her body to her face. She had a pouty look with doe-like eyes that only said one thing - SEX. The near 20 years she had on me gave her lots of experience in perfecting that look in conveying just what she wanted.
"Ms. Smythe, would that be appropriate, for me to visit a woman who lives alone?" I said feigning ethics.
She leaned into me and spoke in a low sexy voice. "Fuck propriety, a visit would make me feel better and isn't it your job to help people with ailments?"
"Just what is your ailment?" I asked boldly.
"My husband left me for a younger woman and I've been proper ever since hoping he might come back. Now he's getting married so I need something very bad. I know you look at me, leer at me, and I promise I look just as good out of clothes as in them."
Susan Smythe was much more straight-forward than I ever thought she might be, and twice as bold. She left no secret as to what she might want.
"I finish at 6 tonight, what time should I drop by?" I said matter of factly.
"As soon as it gets dark. Park around the corner by Kennedy High. I'm on Easton, number 10. Come to the back door. I have nosy neighbors." She said as she swiftly turned and walked away moving her ass even more seductively than usual. She turned to be sure I was watching. 
"God, she had a great ass and pretty face, not to mention a flat belly and nice boobs." I thought to myself as I felt a stir in my pants.
I had a hard time concentrating the rest of the afternoon so I double checked each scrip I filled to cover myself. As the day grew on a little Dianna guilt began to creep in. I convinced myself that if I fulfilled this one fantasy, an experienced older woman, I might be ready for a commitment again. My defense was shaky, but my cock was semi-hard all afternoon.
At 6 o'clock I left and drove home, passing number 10 Easton on the way, to case her home I guess. What would I say when I got there? Would she greet me and jump my bones? Would she be nude in the kitchen? Had I assumed too much and she just wanted an ear to listen to her problems? By the time I got home I was only 80-20 on even showing up because of doubts in my mind, but as soon as dusk fell I was in the shower and out putting on fresh underwear, a crisp shirt and jeans with my favorite cologne. Optimistically I put 3 condoms in the pocket of my shirt and was off to park near Kennedy High.
I walked, unnoticed, the half block to Susan's house and I ducked up her drive between her car and the neighbor's privacy fence. There was a slate path from the end of the driveway through a chain link gate to her back door. She was standing at the sink facing away from me as I looked in. She wore tight Capri pants and a crop top. As she worked at the sink her ass moved seductively and I knew when she turned I would see her naked flat belly.
When I knocked I saw her pause, perhaps to draw a deep breath, and then turn. She held two wine glasses she had been washing and drying and set them on the table and came to the door.
"Good evening Dean, I wasn't totally convinced you might show up. I'll bet you get more than a few propositions, but maybe none from anyone old enough to be your mother." She said with a tinge of fear in her voice, although she was trying to appear self confident.
"I've never been invited like this, especially by anyone I've . . . admired . . . . so many times from afar. Neither your age nor mine entered into the decision to take you up on your invitation. If you were my mother, you would have been a young bride and I wouldn't be here." I said hoping to build her confidence and allay any fears she might have at being "too old".
She turned and took a bottle of wine from the counter and held it out like a maitre'd.
"Shiraz?" 
"Fine." I nodded.
She poured two glasses and sat down at the kitchen table motioning me to do the same.
"I was a young bride, just 18, marrying my high school sweetheart. We had a baby girl a year later, followed by 2 boys within the next 3 years. Twenty five years later they were all over the country as successful professional Moms and Dads, leaving my husband and I to enjoy a long satisfying life together, and then one night he came home and said he was in love with someone else." She said before taking a long sip of her wine.
"I'm sorry to hear that, you must have been devastated."
"Devastated only that I never knew what a jack-ass he was. I did everything right to make sure I kept him happy. My only mistake was getting older."
"You haven't found anyone else?"
"No, like a fool I always thought he would come to his senses; get over his penchant for a young girl and come back home. Now he tells me he's getting married. So, now I want to live out one of my fantasies." She said throwing back the remainder of her glass.
"A younger man is your fantasy?" I wondered.
"No Dean, YOU are my fantasy. From the day you started here at this Friend's I had my eye on you and would come home and fantasize that we might have an affair. By the time my husband got home from work I would be so worked up we would skip dinner. I would never cheat on my husband, but it made good fantasy to greet him at the door ready to go. Then recently I caught you checking me out and it made me feel young and free to be ogled, especially by you. When my girlfriend, who's in the same marital boat as me, told me about that Pulsar brush I took it to bed and dreamt about you. It was wonderful and, yes, I DID fall asleep with it on. I only returned it for another chance to speak to you, and then you were out of town." She said as she looked to be on the verge of tears.
I looked around the room to find something to say, but the ball was in her court and I could find no way to make a serve.
"I feel like a fool right now," She said with a chuckle from between her near tears.
"I was so bold when I asked you over here and now I feel like a jumper on the bridge, afraid to do what I know I've talked myself into." She said looking at me through imploring eyes.
"Sharon, you don't have to do anything. I'm flattered you feel so strongly about me, but you don't have to go through with anything. Maybe you just needed to . . . . " I began before she interrupted.
"NO, I WANT to do this. I just don't know where to start. I've never been with any other man. I feel like a nervous schoolgirl." She said breaking down to cry and leaving the room.
I sat for a moment and was just going to leave, but that's not my style. How could I face her again if I did? I got up from my chair and looked into the dining room that led to the living room and the staircase. She was standing crying to herself looking at the backs of the Venetian blinds she had drawn for privacy. I wanted to comfort her, at least, before I left. I went into the room behind her and touched her shoulders with my hands.
She reached up and took my right hand and pulled it to the middle of her stomach and hugged my arm.
"I knew you would be comforting, I could sense that nature about you." She said as she turned around still holding my arm. "You know I don't want you for a boyfriend or even a time to time fling. It's just tonight. Show me the lust, the want I see in your eyes when I notice your eyes following me up the aisles." She said as she turned her back to me again placing my hand back on her stomach as she hugged my arm.
I pressed my face into her hair and inhaled. She smelled freshly showered, soapy and fruity. She pushed her body back into me and I felt her round ass press up against my hardening cock. I tilted my neck to kiss her neck. She groaned and moved my hand to her left breast. It felt pillowy, but her nipple was like a large pebble in her bra. She growled as I squeezed and moved my tongue across her neck and she pulled her head back almost onto my shoulder. She turned her face to kiss my lips as I used my other hand to hold her other breast. Her tongue shot into my mouth with a throaty groan as I pinched both nipples and kneaded her breasts. They were the softest I had ever felt. Having and nursing three children may have taken their firmness away, but not their sexiness. My hands could wait no longer as I slid my hands down from her breasts and under her crop top and bra. I pushed her clothing up to let her breasts free. They were magnificent and beautiful despite their lack of bra support. She pushed her ass into me harder as I necked with her and fondled her breasts.
She broke our kiss and grabbed her crotch hard with her hand, obviously having to relieve a pang there.
"Take me to my bed and do with me how you please. You are passion and I haven't felt passion since before I had children." She cried into my ear as she took my hand and led me to the staircase and up to the top of the stairs and into her bedroom. Inside I stopped and tugged her hand and she turned to me. I kissed her and took the crop top from under her armpits and began to pull it over her head as she raised her arms. I found the front snap on her bra and removed that. In the low light from the outside and the hallway I saw her pretty face and wonderful breasts and hugged her to me running my hands over her back. I broke the hug and immediately brought both hands to the catch of her pants. I lowered the zipper and tugged down on them. Getting the waist over the expanse of her mature hips caused her to move her ass from side to side seductively. I wanted to hold that ass in my hands and eat that pussy. She stood in only her little pink panties as I bent my head to take a breast in my mouth, lolling the nipple and then the other. I backed her to the edge of the bed where she sat as the backs of her legs hit the mattress. I kissed her mouth and pushed her back on the bed and then stood immediately to grab the sides of her panties. As they came off I went to my knees and buried my face into her neatly trimmed pussy. She screamed a quick yelp as my tongue found her clit and I got my first taste of her. She was wet, fresh and delicious. My nostrils flared at her aroma as I sucked at her clit and her ass bounced on the bed trying to push herself into me and pull herself away simultaneously. I licked her whole slit in one long swath to gather her juices, but her fat little clit was what I wanted. From her mouth ran an almost incompetent string of "Oh my Gods" and "Oh Pleases". I knew I had her on the brink of a big orgasm, but she didn't want to seem to let go. I paused for a quick second in my sucking and licking to position two fingers at her pussy below my tongue and pushed in as I wrapped my lips around her clit. She groaned hard at the intrusion as I threw them in and out of her and then she silenced and stiffened. I heard the plaintiff cracks from her throat wanting to yell out as she flailed her head about, her mouth agape. I felt her pussy spasm on my fingers and a fresh wetness on my tongue.
"OHHHHHHHHH  OH OH OH OH, OHHHHHHHHHHH." She wailed as I kept up my plunging and licking and sucking.
She stiffened again trying to turn on her side as she cried out in pleasure pain. I let her roll to her side as he curled into the fetal position and cried. I lay behind her to comfort her.
"Sharon, are you OK? Was that right?"
"Oh, I haven't cum like that in 30 years. He kissed me there, but never so long or . . ."
"Don't compare, just enjoy. We have tonight to make a memory, let's make it special." I interrupted and assured her.
My erection in my pants was getting VERY uncomfortable and I hoped she would take the reins on our ride now, but I was getting doubtful if she might. I kissed the back of her neck and nudged against her bottom in doing so making her come out of her reverie.
"Oh Dean!" She said rolling back to my side and starting to sit up. "Stand up so I can get your clothes off. You must be uncomfortable."
I stood and faced her as she stood as well. I took her in my arms and dropped my hands to the cheeks of her ass, holding and kneading them. They were much more firm than I thought they might be, like that of a young woman.
"You have an absolutely perfect bottom, made for holding and squeezing." I told her.
Her suppleness defied your age. A woman 20 years younger would be envious.
She put her hands on my shoulders and smiled while blushing.
"Can I tell you some things while I undress you? I know you asked me not to compare, and I won't. There are just things no one ever knew and maybe I'll feel better saying them." She said before continuing on without waiting for my answer.
"The last 3 years of our marriage we never had marital intercourse. He couldn't anymore. He had a condition called phimosa where the foreskin shrunk and he couldn't retract while aroused. Penetration was painful." She said while undoing my shirt buttons.
"He presented himself to me for oral satisfaction every week or so and then used a vibrator on me. If anyone should have left, it was me. Now I see from our medical insurance that he's had a circumcision, which, thankfully, is very painful for a man his age. He did that for his tart, but he wouldn't do it for me." She said as she pushed off my shirt and pulled up my under tee.
She sat on the bed and continued speaking.
"I liked how personal and sexy oral sex was until those last years. I only did it to make him happy, but our sex life was cold and until he got fixed it would never get any better." She said as she touched my belt buckle and began to fiddle with it.
"I first did this with him on our honeymoon and he climaxed in my mouth almost before I started. It gagged me and made me throw up. He never asked me again for almost 10 years and then I learned to like it, but he never climaxed that way. He always had to do it with his hands and shoot on my breasts." She said finishing with a big sigh as my zipper reached the last teeth and it was time to lower my pants.
She slid my jeans down and looked at the front of my underwear.
"Oh my, there's more there than I've ever seen." She said looking up at me in a fright.
She bravely reached out and took the sides of my shorts and began to pull them down. At one point it became obvious that she would have to pull the band out past my length. She did so and sat back.
"Oh my God Dean, that might never fit . . . anywhere!"
"It's not THAT big Sharon, maybe a little wide, that's all."
"No, you don't understand. I've only had one and it was half that." She astonished.
I didn't want to scare her away, for sure. I really wanted some satisfaction here. I stepped out of my shorts and used my feet to pull off my socks.
"Take it in your hands, feel it. Help me get some relief." I said touching her face and tipping her face towards mine to make eye to eye contact.
She looked at me and then at my cock. She took it in her hands and began to survey it with both hands, rubbing and squeezing it. She bent close to it looking at it and looked up to me and smiled. She boldly reached under me and felt the heft of my balls.
"You're very big here, too. I like to touch you." She said as she went about manipulating my length with her hands and fingering about my balls.
"Do you remember how much pleasure I gave you before?" I said as she nodded to me.
"Put me in your mouth and suck me until I cum for you. Swallow what you can, but don't be sick. Then I can fuck your pussy until we make the sheets sweaty." I said in a commanding, but sexy tone as I slid my hand to the back of her head.
She didn't need much cajoling to get her to put her mouth on it and once she did, she was a natural. She may have sucked his little dick for his satisfaction, but she was getting into sucking mine. She reveled in the taste of my head as she passed her tongue over and around it numerous times before trying to put more of me in her mouth. I'm not really into the "deep throat" thing, gagging someone isn't very sexy. She got the head and a few inches in and began to move her mouth over me. She had one finger curled around me at the base and I figured it was all she had room for on "his" play stick. Her mouth and that finger were all I needed to reach my climax.
I contemplated warning her if she didn't feel or taste the signs of me getting there. I decided to give her a quick vocal warning so I wouldn't totally surprise her.
"Sharon, you got it!" was all I said as my cum ran up my cock and out into her mouth.
She pulled her head almost all the way off me, but kept her lips over the tip as her single finger turned into a hand stroking me. I audibly heard one hard swallow and then her mouth engulfed the head again and I felt cum dribble on my foot and I felt and heard her mouth get sloppy around me. Then I heard her swallow once again and she was sucking me in earnest trying to get all my juice. After the first swallow she apparently needed to clear her mouth and she let some run out, but now she was OK with what I had for her. She sensed I was through as my grunting and groaning stopped and she raised her head to look at me.
"Was that good?" She said as she put her hands to her mouth as if she had stretched it out.
"You felt so big in my mouth, but you tasted good. Your cum was salty and was a little yuchy, but I wanted to make you happy." She said demurely as she turned her face up towards me, but then away.
I bent and took her chin in my hands and kissed her mouth almost making her let my tongue in. I wanted to show I wasn't afraid of tasting me either. However, when I stood back up she got and ran to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth. Whether that was for me or her I don't know.

Chapter Five
For the first time, I lay down in her bed. I got comfy and waited for her to return. She came back and looked surprised to see me there, but quickly joined me.
"You're really going to be ready again?" she asked with a surprise in her voice.
"Did you think our night was over? I didn't think it had begun." I said confidently.
She cooed and clucked like a child at their first circus.
I leaned up and planted my lips to hers and took a breast in my hand. After thoroughly kissing her lips and face I lowered my mouth to her soft breast and kissed and suckled her for more than a few moments as she giggled and groaned, repeating the same utterances when I switched to the other. My hands roamed over her belly to her pussy and I held her mound tightly before slapping it playfully with that hand. I moved my head down her belly to her naval and began to eat it out like it was her asshole. I ran my hand past her pussy to her most private crease and touched her little wrinkled bud to get a reaction. She jumped a little at my touch, but made no other protests. I continued to eat her belly button as she giggled and I pulled her toward me, putting her on her stomach and my tongue slid from her belly button around her side to her spine at the small of her back. As my hand roamed over the halves of her ass she tried to escape my tongue by arching her back toward the mattress, thus raising her ass. Once raised and arched they fell apart slightly and my hand was there to fully grab one cheek, my fingertips gripping her halfway down her crease. I switched to the other side, this time my thumb down her crease. Then I put my middle finger at the top of her gorgeous crack and slid down its length, touching her asshole. I slid my tongue along her spine down towards that heavenly split of butt cheeks as I scrambled to my knees, leaning over her. My tongue hit the end of her spine and didn't stop when I tasted her crease as I moved downwards with it. My hands spread her ass open and I buried my face in her crack, licking down close to her private little hole.
She was making little noises of both approval and disapproval, but she hadn't moved except to try and look back down at me. Her look was that of anticipated fear.
"Does it feel nice Sharon?" I whispered between licks as I looked to her.
"Yesssss, but very naughty."
"Remember when I ate your belly button?"
"Yes."
"Did that feel good?"
"Mmmm Hmmmm."
"Let me see if I can get the other side of it." I said as I drove my tongue into her asshole.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OHHHHHHHHHHH SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!" She cried out trying to pull away from me as I added my thumb up her pussy.
She relaxed and gave into the pleasure of having her ass eaten and mewled sounds of deep forbidden pleasure as I licked and opened her up. Her ass was clean and tasted just slightly bitter as I looked in the light of the house catching my pool of spittle collected at her rose bud. I held her open letting my thumb drop from her pussy and licked hard at the hole and then filled the dimple with spit, but his time it drained inside her. She was dilating and enjoying the rear-lingus. I was happy to eat the ass that I had lusted after and even wondered if I might get the chance to fuck it. I was pretty sure she was cherry there and that would be the psychological angle I might use if I wanted to suggest it. I continued happily eating her but and watching her open up, growling and groaning at her pleasure.
In the meantime my cock had rekindled its stiffness and I needed some relief before I fucked her. I sprang up and moved to the front of her body which had melted into the bed while I gave her the strange rear pleasures. Her eyes were closed with her head turned to the side and I touched the head of my cock to her lips. She opened her eyes and mouth simultaneously as she lifted her head and took my cock in. I slowly fucked a few inches in and out of her mouth while she hummed approval.
"Get it nice and wet, nice and hard to go inside you." I said as I ran my fingers through her hair.
Her mouth hollowed in and out with my short strokes until I stopped.
"Nice and wet now." I said as I pulled back.
She opened her mouth and left it dripping with her hungry saliva.
I moved quickly on the bed behind her and put a hand under her pussy to show her I wanted her up on her knees. She made that move and looked back at me in nervous terror.
"Are you going to put that in my ASS?"
"Do you want me too?"
"I'm not sure. I've never considered anything back there. I'm . .  ."
"AWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKK!" She blurted out as I interrupted her response by pushing up her pussy.
She was tight and warm. I was the largest thing ever up that cute little slot and she was gripping the sheets and biting the pillow dealing with the size.
I stayed buried in her, holding her perfect ass to my hips.
"That's how a real man fills a beautiful woman Sharon, and makes her feel like she's REALLY being fucked!" I said as I flexed myself as big as I could.
Ooooooo God!" She whimpered. "I want you, I want you, I WANT YOU!!" she bellowed her whisper turning to a shrill tone.
"I see your patch, do you want me to put on a condom?" I asked to make sure she was OK with our situation.
"NO, just FUCK ME, I'm OK." She said anxiously as I began to move within her.
For the next three minutes I slowly moved in and out of her tight, lonely pussy while she alternately moaned and grabbed at the sheets, raising and lowering her shoulders from the bed, groaning, crying out and making pussy juice so copious that it ran down her leg. I knew I could last a long time in her and wanted to pound her for just a few minutes to see if I could get her to really explode. I grabbed her just at her hips where her ass began to flare to its roundness and I pulled her tightly to me and began to slap at her ass with my abdomen while my balls began to swing, loose with their new juice.
She began to match each hard stroke with a "ugh" from her mouth and soon those "ugh"s were turning into loud high pitched shouts that were sure to leave her hoarse in the morning. She was ramming her ass back at me to meet each stroke as she got louder until she did explode loudly as she fell shoulders first to the bed. Her pussy spasmed around me as she held her breath tightly and raised up arching her back like a cat ready to strike.
"EEEEEEeeeeeeOOOOOOOooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She screamed out as she caught her breath and melted her shoulders back to the bed, almost limp.
I stopped pounding her and resumed my slow fucking as I looked down at her pretty asshole, relaxed and dilated. I wet my thumb and put it to her opening and she swallowed it right in with just a "Mmmmmmmmm" reaction. I slowly alternated pushing my cock and thumb into her. I loved doing this to a woman because it always made her mine, sexually.
"Sharon?" I whispered, "What if I were to put on a condom and slide my cock up your ass? Would you like that?"
"Would that make you happy?" She asked with a frightened tone.
"Don't worry about me Sharon, I want to make YOU happy." I said allaying any fears I might have given her.
"Then turn me over so I can see your face and fuck me until you cum."
"Where do you want me to cum, in your pussy?"
"Where do you want to cum?" she fired back.
"In your mouth while you taste your pussy and my cum all mixed up."
OK, I'll do that." She said as she fell forward off my cock and scrunched her legs up to roll over in front of me. 
She boldly reached out for my cock and aimed it at her hungry wet pussy. I pushed in as she sighed at the intrusion from this new angle.
I started to fuck her and she rolled her eyes and then giggled a bit.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"It's not funny, it's wonderful. You've made me feel naughty and horny with no shame. I want to be available again, to you; to any man I see that makes me want him. I want to fall in love again." She said almost bubbling with happiness showing in her bright eyes.
"This is hardly the time to talk, but a lot of men would give up limbs to be with you." I said.
"This is JUST the time to talk. We're communicating, intercourse, you're inside me making me feel like I'm starting my life over. I'm horny, I'm a naughty bad girl, I'm sexy all over. You made me WANT you in my ass and no one ever touched me there before. I WANT to eat the cum you're making right now just to make you happy because you make me happy." She said starting to pant a little harder.
I let my weight down onto her resting my head beside hers. I nipped her ear with my teeth and then sucked at her neck to raise a love bite.
"You're so fucking sexy Sharon, I still may eat your ass again and fuck you there." I growled in her ear as I began rutting on her for all I was worth.
She had 30 years of sexual frustration she never even knew about and she wanted to get it all out in one night. Her finger nails dug into my back as she began to orgasm and grunt, groan, scream, and squeal in my ear. She panted hard in quick staccato and then abruptly stopped with just a deep crackle coming from her throat as her body steeled against mine. Suddenly my cock was sloshing in new copious wetness in her tight pussy. Her grip around my back was almost pushing the breath out of me as she came. Then a long relieving grinding groan left her limp for a moment as she repeated "Oh God, Oh God" over and over again in my ear.
I drew my weight off her and looked in her eyes.
"I'm going to cum. YOUR SEXY FUCKIN' PUSSY IS MAKING ME CUM!!" I yelled as I pulled from her and moved over her chest. I stroked my soggy hard cock a few times as she opened her mouth to take me. She closed her mouth over me and I pumped one time with my hand and felt her lips pass over the head just once before I shot.
"OHHHHHHHggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrr!" I raged out loud as I shot as she hungrily sucked at me as I pumped wildly at her mouth 4 or 5 times before just letting her suck at me.
Her face was a mess of saliva and cum before I finally moved away from her. She had swallowed some of my load and pushed a lot of it out as I filled her mouth. It ran down each cheek to her neck. She looked me straight in the eye and used her finger to pull some from her upper lip into her mouth and swallow it. She burned with sexuality and her asshole husband left her for a younger woman, but certainly not a sexier one.
I was momentarily exhausted as I looked down at her cum streaked cheeks and neck. I bent and took my fingers to push any cum away from her lips so I could kiss her. We kissed open mouthed and intertwined tongues before I got up and scooped her into my arms.
"We're going to shower." I whispered in her ear as her arm held onto my neck and pulled her head close as I took her in to the bedroom bathroom. It was perfect, a stall shower. I reached in and turned on the water with the hand under her legs. The water rushed over her legs and feet.
"Warm enough?" I asked as she giddily nodded.
I stepped inside and set her down. She immediately hugged me and we necked under the spray. We washed each other thoroughly and sexily as well, with my cock going in her mouth, and her nipples going into mine, each several times. The highlight was my long middle finger fucking her soapy asshole as she panted in my ear as she hung her arms around my neck.
As we dried each other I couldn't help but notice how pink and happy her whole body seemed. Her body denied her years. She would have been considered fit and shapely for a woman of 30, and Sharon had 3 children before she was 25, over 20 years before.
When she dried me she ended with her arms going around me with the towel and putting it around my waist. She pulled it tight until our middles met and she let go of the towel and draped her arms around my back and hugged her face close to mine.
"Would it feel as good as your finger? I'm new to this, a virgin you might say to this anal thing. I've heard of it but never gave it a thought before. You're killing me with sex, showing me what I've missed. I want it all." She asked demurely with a face so innocent and cute.
"I'm not going to kid you, my cock is a lot fatter than my finger and it might hurt until you get used to it. Anal can be very painful, but I can be very patient. We can try and stop. I've done it with a few other women and some have relished it. I'm a little sorry I brought it up." I answered honestly.
"Oh, I'm not, I'm glad you showed me. You've made my whole body and mind think SEX tonight and after almost 30 years with one man, I'm shedding him and I'm glad to be rid of him. I'm still tingling everywhere and what you did in the shower with your finger was VERY pleasurable. I want more sex, . . . if you can hold up." She giggled.
"Let's go back to your bed and snuggle and talk. I haven't done a hat trick night in a long while, but the shower showed me I could."
"A hat trick, what's that?"
"It's an old hockey term for having a night with three goals or scores."
"No matter how we fuck later, you're going for a third, I promise."
We both slid into the sheets on respective sides of the bed. I was just trying to see what direction in which I should go. Did I want to have butt sex with her? YOU BET! Each time I saw her round ass sashay down the aisle THAT thought crossed my mind. However, those fantasies are rarely lived out and you add an unattainable outcome to them. It's like when I might look at the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue and fantasize you're on the beach alone with each model and they're begging you to screw them or suck you off. Would you do it if the opportunity arose? For sure, but there is no chance in hell it might happen so the fantasy becomes more outrageous, adding two models at a time. Although I didn't plan on a second night ever with her, I didn't want the memory of our tryst to be shame and a sore asshole from some guy she let talk her into something she never even dreamed of.
"I know what you're thinking of, but you have to realize something. Before tonight my latest love interest was the back of the head of a vibrating toothbrush, while I thought about you, MY fantasy. You've been everything I wanted and more, lots more. Now I have the chance to use my body to fulfill a fantasy of yours and for me to experience something altogether new sexually and that's tremendously exciting. Yes, I'm afraid and that's what makes me tingle that much more. I was afraid when I boldly propositioned you today, and then I came home and masturbated like a schoolgirl. I was scared to the point of nausea when you knocked at the door tonight, but I dove in and let everything happen. I'm at that precipice now and I'm ready." She said.
"Do you have any lubricant, like K-Y or Astroglide? . . .and I have condoms in my pants." I said wanting to make her happy now that she understood the whole deal.
"I have K-Y, but its a few years old and why do you need a condom?" She asked.
"The surface of the condom is smoother than me and it'll make it go easier. Once you open up we can get rid of it if you want. Just how old IS the K-Y?" I explained as she got up from the bed.
"It's . . . . 6 years old. I needed it for the same place, to get an enema tip in to prepare for a sigmoidoscopy . . . ughhh." She said as she went to the bathroom closet and came out and found my pants and fished out the string of 3 Trojans.
"Three, huh? My, oh my, wasn't someone optimistic about tonight?" She said with a laugh.
She got back into bed and I took the supplies from her and rolled to her side and began to kiss her shoulders then her neck before getting to her mouth. I filled my hand with her breasts, one at a time, feeling the ultra-soft maturity of each. Then I ran that hand around her back and slipped it down to her round squeezable ass. The way she moaned into my mouth told me she was still ready for sex. Just in the course of the evening she had went from giving reluctant head with direction to an insatiable cocksucker in the shower. She went for my cock like it was the giver of life at least 3 times under the spray. I loved it when a woman got like this and Sharon was determined to make up for the time she lost being a quiet obedient little wife.
I broke my kiss with her and backed away a little keeping my hand busy on her rear. She looked to me with that excited fear like she thought I was going to turn her over and impale her at that moment. Instead I knelt up to use her hunger for my cock to keep her busy while I prepared her. I positioned myself near her face and she quickly took my semi-erect cock in her mouth. She calmly sucked at me, almost like she was nursing, while I turned her ass more flat to the bed. I opened the tube of lube and squeezed out a bit to my middle finger and went to the bottom of her split. She rose up a knee almost under herself to open herself up. As my finger slid in she pushed her head all the way down on my cock with an exclamation in her throat. I began to deep finger her ass.
"Ohhhh Sharon, you suck on my cock so good. Get it nice a hard so it'll slide into your bottom, and it's a cute bottom at that. I like stroking my finger in and out of your ass because I know its relaxing your little entrance. We'll use lots of lube to make you real slippery and that hard cock in your mouth will replace my finger. Is that what you want?" I asked as I tried to relax her psyche as well as her rectum.
"My finger is past the place that will give you the most trouble, just past the entrance. You'll feel full and enjoy the motion of being fucked and it will excite the nerve endings on the other side of your vaginal walls. In plain words I'm going to make you cum, but it will feel different than before. The sensation is all new. Now you know what will happen. Are you ready for me to fuck your virgin ass? Is my cock the first one to ever go in there?" I asked as she sloppily made noises of agreement around my cock.
I stopped fingering her ass and began to squeeze dollops of K-Y on to my finger and push it into her dilated ass. Then I set down the tube I tore open the condom and took myself from her mouth. She turned to get into a doggie position, but I prefer to start anal from the front so I can see her face. I want to know if I'm hurting her. She seemed confused until I brought her ass to the edge of the bed and stood. She bent back her knees and I put my hands on the bottom of her feet and pushed to roll her back even further.
"I can see your face and you can see mine. I want to know if I'm hurting you or if I should stop. This is for both of us, not just me. I won't enjoy it if it hurts you. Just stay as relaxed as you are now. Don't fight me and push OUT if you think it won't go in, that will open you up." I told her softly as I reached and touched her face with my clean hand.
"I trust you; I think you've done this before." She said rolling her eyes sarcastically.
I put the head of my cock to her now huge dimple of her dilated bottom. I knew if she relaxed it would be easy, we had THAT much foreplay. I didn't push, I wiggled my cock head at her opening hoping it might just slip in to the head, and it did.
Her eyes were bright and wide open in anticipation. She said, "if that's in, its easy."
"Stay relaxed, you have one little mountain to climb here." I said as I pushed past her anus and into her rectum.
"Oh my GOD, that's BIG!" She blurted out with a pained look.
"Stay with me just a bit more." I said as I pushed one more time getting the head past her big muscle.
She screwed up her face and I told her I was past where I could hurt her.
"That's the muscle that works to keep things in. Let's relax and wait to see if you open up."
"How much is in?" She asked afraid to look.
"About half, but even if I were a foot longer you wouldn't feel anything but full. You have no nerve endings past this point." I said, still speaking calmly and softly.
I pushed blood into my cock head to see if she reacted negatively. She didn't.
I moved the rest of the way into her and smiled as we were pube to pube.
"You were right, I feel real full, but sexy too."
I reached down and put her hands to her tits and I put a thumb over her clit and began to oscillate it as I began to fuck her in and out. Right away she bore a look of surprise at the feelings I was creating.
"OhhhhhHHHHHhhhh DEAN! This is an orgasm on a roller coaster." She said loudly and then tailed off as she closed her eyes to enjoy the strange new feeling.
"Ummmmph! This is both odd and sensational. I feel like my pussy is,  . . . is . . , DOING SOMETHING!" She said as he eyes opened wide and she had a surprised spasm or oragasm.
I was screwing her pretty steady now and I wanted to stop to get the condom off as it would have made it feel a whole lot better for me. Condoms took away some sensitivity, and I had already blown off twice. I could have screwed her for a half an hour.
She pulled her hands from her boobs and reached out for mine with a pained look on her face.
"I'm starting to get a burning sensation; can we stop for a moment?" She asked cutely, even though I think she was more uncomfortable than she wanted to let on.
"I can get rid of the condom and use more lube, OK?" I said as I pulled back and dropped from her.
"OH, THAT was a rush! Can we just stop now?" she said as I came out of her and she shot a hand over her little hole checking to see if it was OK.
"Can we just finish him in my mouth? I didn't realize how much I liked sucking you and I know it makes you happy." She asked hotly.
"Any thing you want. We've had quite a night that I certainly will never forget. I can just jerk it while you watch." I offered.
"No, I've gotten quite a taste for feeling you in my mouth and watching your reaction. I always kind of liked it, but you're so nice." She said as he scooted her head to the edge of the bed and I pulled the condom off.
She tasted the end and got that rubbery taste and spit on me and stroked me a few times to dampen the taste. She returned her mouth to me and I looked at her eyes and saw a gentle loving lady who wanted to make me happy after I had made her so joyful about herself and her sexuality. I took her hand away from my cock and just stroked it with my thumb and 3 fingers, holding the head in her mouth. I felt her washing her tongue over the tip which drives me crazy. I was going over the top.
"Ooooo, Ooooo Sharon, you're going to get me again. Here I cum!" I whispered loudly into the air as I felt a few pulses of cum pump into her mouth. She let them run out the sides of her mouth before pushing her mouth over me and sucking me to the tip. She looked at me and swallowed what was left in her mouth and then smiled at me.
"You are a wonderful man whom I bet has made a lot of ladies happy. I wish I was half my age so I could have you for my own, but I know that can't be. I hope your fantasy was as fulfilling as mine. I never knew I could be so bold as to actually do this. I feel so naughty, so feminine and so glad that I have something that no one knows about me." She said with a tear in her eye.
I plopped on the bed beside her and kissed her sloppy mouth even as she tried to wipe it clean.
"I'm not worried about the taste. If I expect you to taste it, so can I. How's that cute little butt hole?"
"A little sore, but not bad. I feel the urge coming on."
"That's normal, after all the playing we did there."
"It's after midnight, can you stay the night? I would REALLY like that." She asked with a pouty lip and doe eyes.
"Ummm, . . . I can but I'll have to get out early so I can go home and shower and change for work. If you're a late sleeper I don't want to disturb you." I warned her.
"You can shower here, with me!" She said brightly.
"Our last shower together got you stuck up your butt. I think we got into enough trouble for an evening." I said trying to make sure she didn't try to seduce me in the morning.
"I loved sucking you in the shower; it was really what I was thinking about."
"God, you're still horny, aren't you? After you go to the bathroom and satisfy that other urge you may not think too much of my little joy stick." I cautioned.
"I would still like you to stay. What time do I set the alarm for?" She asked.
"Six thirty will get me home by seven and give me an hour to get ready." I instructed her.
"It's already set for six thirty so all I have to do is turn it on." She said as she got up and went to the clock radio and then hurried into the bathroom.
I heard her flush and then run the shower for about a minute. She came out and turned off the light and slipped in beside me. Her breath was fresh and cinnamon as we kissed goodnight and she spooned me draping her arm over me. I felt her breasts pressed into my back and the tickle of her snatch patch at the top of my crack. I think we both were asleep in minutes. The blare of her radio startled me as it went off and I got up to shut it off. We had barely moved in the night so I could barely avoid disturbing her when I got up.
"You sure you can't stay for a sexy shower?" She asked invitingly.
I went to the bed and sat down to talk to her.
"Sharon, it's best that our affair is over. We had an awesome night and made each other very happy. We went in this knowing it was a fling and to restart today would be wrong. Don't misunderstand me, I would love to stay and screw your brains out and eat you belly button to asshole while you sucked my balls through my cock, but it would be wrong. We have our private special time to think back on, but let's leave it to memory. If the time and place are right again, who knows? You should devote your time to finding a man to make you happy. Believe me, if you put yourself out there socially there will be a line at the door, just be careful."
"I know you're right. I fantasized a little last night and I know our age difference is too much for anything serious, but I want you to know how special you'll always be." She conceded.
"The same here," I said as I kissed her and she put her arms around my neck and threw her tongue in my mouth before breaking the embrace.
"Goodbye my sexy prince. You know what I'll be thinking about every time I see you in the store."
"I'll do the same." I said as I got up from the bed and slipped on my clothes and blew her a kiss.
I quietly went out the back door just as dawn was breaking. I jogged the 2 blocks to my car and drove home happy I had lived out this fantasy. I knew I had betrayed Dianna, but I had also turned a page that would bring me closer to her. I had decided to end the 2 other relationships I had going. One was a "sleeping together out of convenience" arrangement and the other was a woman who really thought she could nail me down. I really liked her, but she had too many quirks to keep me serious. As far as my taste for stray women who liked to pick me up, or my own moments of lust for a tight pair of pants or short skirt, Dianna could keep me satisfied, I was sure. I had hoped to tell Dianna that I would try commitment with her by the weekend. I knew I would have to earn her trust and all would not be perfect until then, but I was ready to try. We got along too well, and thought too much alike to miss the opportunity. Besides, she was the finest looking, most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on.

Chapter Six
When I got home there was one message on my machine, and it was Dianna.
"Hi Dean, it's 11:45 and you're not home. I'll bet you're out being a bad boy again. I thought I made enough promises to keep you close, but I guess not. Call me tomorrow so we can talk."
I knew if I confessed about Sharon I might lose Dianna forever. Her kid-free two weeks started the next Wednesday and I was really ready to show her I could give her 100%. I needed a couple days to end a couple relationships. Every time I thought about Dianna now I got excited, and not just sexually. She was a professional smart woman, she was more than stable, both mentally and financially, and was great looking. On top of all of that, she adored me. Behind the bedroom door she told me about, promised me, a total sexual relationship that she was anxious to take full part in. She was my age and even agreed with me politically. If for any reason this didn't work out, it wouldn't be from not trying. I just hoped I could smooth out my night "missing" and the few days I needed to let a couple other women down easy.
I decided to call her right then, as soon as I showered.
"Good morning! You were looking for me late last night?"
"Yes, almost midnight and you weren't home. I thought you might be out scouting more 21 year olds for your stable." She answered curtly.
"No, nothing could be further from the truth. Don't assume anything." I mused, without really lying.
"After our night together I thought you might call the next day. I don't sleep with just anyone. I waited 11 months for the right guy. You made me feel like a tramp. Did I expect too much?"
"I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. It was not intentional. You know, you've been on my mind a lot lately. I mean seriously on my mind." I said trying to sway the conversation away from last night.
"Oh?"
"Yes, you've gotten under my skin a little, made me think about the future and I'm sure that I want to try to be with you. I think we make a good couple. We have a lot in common and we have a good time together. I mean, because of your daughter and all that I avoided getting in a sexual situation with you and we still had a great time, a lot of laughs and some serious talk. I consider myself well-read and on top of the news and there has been no subject that came up that you weren't as versed as me."
"Are you trying to tell me I'm not a bimbo?"
"If that's how you want to hear it, yes. I know couples that when they're home she is in front of the TV and he's either with her, glued to the set, or on the computer or in a shop or out with the boys."
"Well, you can count me out there. I'm no slave to the TV and if you want to go out, I'm going with you, plus with a child there are lots of things to do together. I'm a real hands-on Mom."
"That's the point I'm trying to make Dianna!"
"That's all good and I appreciate that you think of me in that way, but how do I stop you from tomcatting around?"
"Dianna, with all my faults I can tell you one thing, I'm honest and I don't cheat. Once I tell you that you are the only one, you can rest assured." I swore to her.
"When is that going to be Dean? I'm not waiting around for you. I'm not getting any younger and my child sees her father twice a year. She needs a man around as much as I and you're one I'd like her to know." Dianna said with a bit of desperation in her voice,
"Well, you're getting way ahead of me now. We have to find out if we are as compatible as we think way before we bring her in. I promised you I would give you all my attention the two weeks she's away. I'm breaking off my other relationships before then." I swore.
"Do I have to worry about "goodbye boinks"?" She asked smart-alecky.
"Just how shallow do you think I am? I'm not Sam Malone. Listen, I have to get to the store. Can I see you tonight?" I asked.
"I'll see if the girl next door has plans. She can sit and do her homework here once Missy gets to bed, so it will be after 8, OK? I'll call you at the pharmacy." Dianna said ending our call.
I finished getting ready for work and suddenly it hit me. Here was a woman I had been out with maybe 12 or 15 times over 6 or 8 weeks (and remarkably only been intimate with once) that I was considering a prime candidate for life partner, perhaps wife. Now by this time I had usually bedded down a woman quite a few times and if I hadn't, I would be scratching at her door. Dianna had been someone special who, little by little, had crept into my life. My conscience told me that last night I hadn't cheated on her, that I just sowed one of the last wild oats I may sow. My heart called me a cheating bastard and it hurt to be thought of that way, even with my own heart doing do. Had my one time of making love to Dianna been just that, making love? 
God, I wanted to walk around all day today with a happy dick after fucking the ass, pussy and mouth of Sharon Smythe, my fantasy paramour. Instead I was living with some kind of guilt. If I ever really cheated on any woman that I had made a vow or commitment to, what would I do? I even thought about calling Dianna and confessing to my debauchery of the divorcee 15 years my senior.
"NO, DON'T DO THAT!" My heart screamed out to me. "As much as a lowlife as you are for drinking from that sinful chalice of lust, telling her would hurt her more than it would be worth. Just live with the thought of how cheating can feel."
The more I thought about it, my heart and ego had really soured on what I did with Sharon. I kept telling myself that I generously woke the sexual being within her and she would be ever grateful for my great deed. As I drove to work I came to terms with the fact that I really hadn't "cheated" on Dianna, but I did as I first thought, "betray" her. I could tell myself that the lustful thoughts about Sharon were there before I wanted the beautiful Dianna and it was all fair and square, BUT in my heart I learned a lesson on trust, and implied trust. If she came out and asked me if I was, in fact, "tomcatting around" I would have to tell the truth. That bothered me. Not the truth that bothered me, the fact that she would know would hurt her.
Had this woman, Dianna, really gotten hold of me that deeply, or was it all imagined. Did I let her into my heart over the course of a few dinners, a few movies, some drinks and dancing and one night of hot sex? Was the night we made love just the carrot and stick routine for her to gain control of the situation? I wondered if the fact that she withheld the oral aspect, my favorite aspect, of sex was the impetus for my sudden obsession for her. Once I finally tasted her deep sweetness and felt her mouth around me would I lose interest? NO! NO! NO! If I were that shallow I could never live with myself.
There was magnetism to Dianna that I had to explore. Her seduction of me wasn't as calculated as I might have expected, I forced myself to remember. She did give me the option of just screwing her and leaving. I remember her only words that had a plaintive sound to them, "If you just want to make me a notch on your belt I'll bend over the sofa and you can have at me. I need to feel a man inside me. How I accomplish that is up to you." I could have had at her while I looked down at her perfect ass, an option I would have taken at least 7 times out of 10 if it meant I got laid and cut all the strings of commitment at the same time.
No, this was more than infatuation, be it oral infatuation or any kind of sexual infatuation. I wanted to know this woman better. I was ready to jump off the diving board although I knew there were no exits between that board and the water.
My morning was busy at the pharmacy as I quickly got a half hour or more behind. My pharmacy assistant had called in sick and I got a second shifter from another store. She was Kim, a brunette little cutie under 5 feet, but just as bright and outgoing as you could imagine. She was being extra careful with her customers making double sure they understood what they were taking. She didn't know these new people (to her) and was protecting herself and the pharmacy. When Clarissa, her relief, came in at 3 o'clock Kim had worked 7 hours with no break and was flustered at the situation. I knew she had to drive to her regular store and begin a regular shift and I felt bad for her. She came to the side well of the platform with her timesheet and got my attention.
"Mr. Mincher, could you show on my card that I got no lunch so I can get paid." She asked.
As I turned I saw her for the first time without her smock and she was a perfect little pixie with that magnetic smile and bright face. She was 90 pounds of firm sexy woman flesh.
"Please Kim, call me Dean. My father was Mr. Mincher." I said as I took her card to endorse and over-ride her punches.
I manually entered her leaving time as 4:30 and explained to her that New York required us to take out a lunch after 6 hours so I compensated and covered her gas with 90 minutes extra pay. Being so short and standing in the well when I came over, her head was at my crotch. When I came over she didn't back up, she just stayed there inches from my cock as she waited for her card.
"It was a pleasure working with you and I hope we get a chance to work together in the future. It was a new experience and I LOVE new experiences." She said, but she seemed to be saying it to my crotch AND with a big smile on her face.
My God, was she flirting with me? She was only 19 or 20, and my subordinate! I quickly walked away back to my work, but when I looked back a second later, she was still there, smiling and waving goodbye. She WAS flirting, the little shit! I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or not.
Suddenly I stopped and thought for a moment. Within the last 2 weeks I fucked the brains out a girl just a bit older than she and I was excited and patting myself on the back for being Joe Stud. I sort of shrugged off her come-on. There is no way Dianna could have had this effect on me already? . . . or was there?
I dropped what I was doing and went down through the side well and into the back room where Kim was putting on her coat to leave.
"Kim, wait up a second."
"Yes Dean, is there something you want? I'll try to help you out." She boldly teased.
I smiled back a knowing smile.
"No, I can't. I'm seeing someone. But thanks for the ego boost. You're a very pretty girl." I said with a sad smile.
"You know how to reach me if you need me again." She said as she left out the back door.
I wasn't sure if I had just had my first victory over my inner horndog, or if Dianna had her first victory over me. This little cutie wanted to play. I had been HER before, trying to balance pharmacy studies, pharmacy work, and the stresses and urges of youth; looking for the fast distraction of sexual relief. I stood there a little stunned at myself. For the second time in a couple weeks a hot young woman was willing to give herself to me. I mean, I've been picked up before, but not by such sweet nubile young femmes. There was a voice inside me asking "ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?" But no, I was satisfied to pursue Dianna and see what happiness it might bring.
"Mr. Mincher? Dean? Are you OK? We're way behind out there." Clarissa said as she slowly approached me in the back room.
I think she thought I was having a stroke or something.
"I'm coming Clar, we'll catch it up fast. Tell new scrips the wait is 45 minutes until five o'clock."
I was back to my platform working and sort of proud of myself a moment later. I lucked out that 4 scrips right in a row were pre-measured, pre-packaged controlled items and the next few were simple 30-count refills of dailies; zestril, lopressor, lipitor etc. I was caught up in no time.
"Dean, you had a personal call on the store line and I told her to call back in a half hour. Sorry, but you had a doctor holding and 8 on the deck." Clarissa told me as we got our first break in a bit.
"Thanks Clar, did she say who it was?"
"No, but she said you were expecting her call."
She no more than said that when the page came from up front for the pharmacy.
Clarissa picked it up and looked right at me pointing.
I took the call and was relieved to hear Dianna's voice.
"Hi Dean, sorry to bug you when you're busy." She started as I answered.
"No problem. That was a rare back-up. So did you get a sitter for a while tonight?" I asked.
"Yes, Lisa next door is coming over at 8. As soon as I know Missy is down I can meet you. Where do you want to go?"
"Just come over to my place, how's that?"
"Dean, I didn't get a sitter so you could try to get laid, did I?"
"Dianna that remark sucked shit, big time. I'm trying to imagine myself with you in a relationship and you're already making assumptions about me. Drop all of your preconceived notions about me and men. Go back to the reasons why you were attracted to me."
"Dean, you've got a reputation . . . " She began to say.
"Reputation horseshit!" I said firmly but not too loudly as I ducked into one of the stock aisles on the platform.
"In the time we've been together it was you who approached me initially at the convention center, and the one time we were intimate, it was you who instigated it. So piss your reputation lines out the window. Yes, I've been a player but I'm giving you all my time and attention to see if there is a connection here. You've put me on the defensive twice today." Dean railed.
"Oh God, I'm sorry. You're right. Just remember that I'm trying to protect my heart and that there's a little girl attached to it. My heartbreak affects her. I do take your word and want you. I'll be over tonight and I promise that I'll drop my preconceived notions about you and men in general. I guess I'm afraid because I know I could fall in love with you." She whispered openly admitting her feelings.
"Well duhhhh, isn't that the reason we've put ourselves in this position? This is a two-way street. Haven't I made it clear that I thought I could fall in love with YOU?"
"Well, you've shown it, but you've never said it, and now I feel better hearing it."
"Honesty Dianna, that's what it takes. If you wondered about that, all you had to do was ask. We aren't 14 years old and passing notes behind the teachers back."
"I'm sorry Dean, but I'm getting scared so I'm a little paranoid." She admitted.
"I have to go, but I'll see you tonight and we can talk and work things out face to face."
"OK, goodbye until tonight." She finished.
I wanted to have second thoughts about our whole situation, but the sound of her voice had turned me to mush, plus I felt the tingle in my pants.
"Dean, a customer needs to see you." Clarissa said to interrupt my solitude in the slim aisle.
I went out to the front of the platform where you could talk privately with customers and there was Sharon Smythe.
She held a prescription bottle in her hand and held it up for me to see and pointed to words on the label making it obvious to anyone who saw us that she had questions and reservations about the little bottle of pills. However, her words to me made it obvious that her motions were all a ruse. 
"I just wanted to tell you how good I feel today, how free my whole spirit is. I feel like a kid and have an entire new confidence about my life. You showed me a complete new side to my life and pleasures I could never imagine. I know I have the power to get out of my self pity." She said as she flushed and smiled at me throughout her gesticulations.
"I'm glad I could help you Ms. Smythe." I said in a professional tone.
She leaned in to add one more comment that wasn't part of any public show she was trying to make.
"Any time you want that beautiful cock sucked you can come over and see me." She added with a smile as she backed out of the privacy panel and walked up the aisle swaying the ass I fucked just the night before.
I smiled to myself with an arrogant pride, but the invitation would go unheeded unless Dianna didn't work out. Sharon had been a fantasy, and now it was fulfilled. I truly wanted to move on.

Chapter Seven
Luckily I have no problem, for the most part, keeping pages of my mind separate. My job requires me to pay full attention to what I'm doing as peoples lives depend on it. So, despite the fact I had been propositioned, had an open blowjob promise, and was trying to let a love spark kindle into a fire, I finished my day without a hitch until Doreen, my "second", came in at 5:30. 
Doreen was a semi- retired pharmy from out west who moved here with her husband's job. With 3 kids she HAD a full time job, but 4 nights and Sundays got her out of the house and helped pay the bills. She would have no problem finding a full time gig once all her kids were old enough for school. She was a pleasant woman who never seemed to lose all the extra weight from her last child. Her blue eyes and sweet smile made her a comfort to all of those who needed to confide in her. If she lost the 20 or so extra pounds she had I was sure she would be a fairly good looker. Doreen and Dianna were almost exactly the same age and body type, except Doreen showed the ravages of motherhood, and Dianna was the picture of fitness with a perfect body that she exploited to make money. However, Doreen was happily married and fully content with her life, and Dianna was a bitter and confused mother who was searching for a husband. In my mind the contrast of the two was not missed. Would I be happy if I transformed Dianna into Doreen? On the surface at least, if Dianna were as happy and content as Doreen I'm sure we would be a great match. As I drove home I wondered about the contrasts of the two and what the future might bring.
Once home I showered and started my laundry. Everything I wore smelled like my sterile white lab coat I wore behind the counter. The only thing it always made me think of was the way the nuns smelled when I was in grade school with their heavy black habits, always crisply laundered and starched. I couldn't help but think that the essence worked its way to my body as well and a shower before I ate was a nightly ritual.
I threw a couple pork chops on the Jenn-Aire and rifled the freezer for a veggie to go with them. Thirty minutes later I was washing the dishes already. I wasn't sure if being a neat freak was a curse or a quality, but I wanted everything to be right all the time. 
I sat in my easy chair and thumbed through the paper for barely 5 minutes when I heard a car in the drive and I got up to greet Dianna.
I opened the door before she could ring and she came in greeting me with a big hug. She held me tightly and whispered she was "sorry if I played head games before" and then broke the hug a bit and planted her lips to mine for a long kiss.
We broke the kiss and I closed the door and turned to her. Her eyes were wet with tears forming.
"Dean, please understand that I've been so lonely and afraid to put myself out there. When I met you at the convention center that day you really swept me off my feet. You treated me like I was,  . . . oh hell I don't know. . . . . ME! When I'm repping like that I get a lot of come-ons and creeps, especially at car shows. You were just the sweetest! When you asked me out I really expected you to be real aggressive, but you proved that you wanted to be friends first. Then I heard about your reputation and wondered if you were setting me up, because you hadn't tried to seduce me. I know now that despite the reputation you have, you're a sweet man with a big heart, and I love the way you've considered my Missy and her feelings. I know it's difficult with her but you've been great. When I treat you badly or say insensitive things just remember I do that with my shield up. I won't do that anymore. I'll be honest and open my heart. Don't send me away." She said through a few tears but a voice that was ready to break.
"Send you away! What are you talking about?"
"I've had it in my mind that you were going to break it off with me tonight. I don't know, that's the way it sounded with you on the phone today."
I took her hand and led her to the sofa and we sat down together. I took her hands and leaned forward to speak closely and directly.
"Dianna, the only thing I wanted to do tonight was tell you that I feel about you the same way you feel about me. You said that you thought you could fall in love with me. Well, I think I could fall in love with you as well. I treated you the way I did because I wanted you to get into my heart. I can go out and get laid anytime; I turned down a proposition today. But I've been feeling empty for a long time and when I saw you I just read a lot into you. I broke off a relationship about 4 months ago; her name was Mikel-Anne. She was a couple years older than me and we got along famously for a while and decided to live together. I never said "I love you" so many times and never really meant it. I cared for her deeply, but I just couldn't take that last leap to feeling "commitment love" and then little by little we began to grow apart. She moved out while we were still friends. I wanted to feel that she was the one, but it never really hit me. I was afraid I would never meet the "one". When I saw you that day I didn't see the tight black dress in front of the black shiny Buick. I just read so much into your face and your movements and when you talked to me, bells went off. That feeling I searched for with Mikel-Anne is clawing at me with you and I want to explore it. Believe me and trust me when I say that. If we try and it doesn't work, I can accept that. But if I were to let it go for the sake of chasing a few skirts, I would never forgive myself." I said trying to bear my soul.
"Oh Dean, you ARE the man of my dreams, I think. The other night when we made love I wondered if it was so good because it had been so long. But right now I know it was so good because of all it meant to me, and to you.  My husband made me happy in bed and I wasn't exactly a virgin when I got married, but the intensity of us together the other night was SO special. It was so good that I didn't think we could be real, but right now I feel just as strongly as when you were inside me the other night. Just think, if we put this all together and fall in love, we may never be with ANYONE ELSE again. That thought excites me terribly." Dianna said as she ran her hands up my arms and touched my shoulders looking into my eyes as if about to kiss me.
I had to avert my eyes so as not to lie by just nodding or showing any assent to her thoughts. She knew me well enough to sense something.
"Dean! NO! Not last night, please don't tell me it's so!"
I was silent for a few moments, not able to make eye contact with her.
"When I made the snide comment about a "goodbye boink" I hit the nail didn't I? How the fuck can I trust you or any man!" She said as she turned away from me on the sofa and put her head in her hands.
"Dianna, you'll have to trust me and believe me on this one. I had no commitment to you and you know that. This only helped me make the decision I made with you this morning. I don't expect you to understand and I only tell you now because I could never deceive you, or lie to you. It was a double edged dagger to tell you or lie to you. Please hear me out." I said to her without touching her. 
I was sure if I tried to even touch her arm she would have pulled away.
Her temper got the best of her as she stood and faced me.
"At least tell me that is wasn't some tramp or whore you picked up somewhere, or you let pick YOU up. Tell me it was someone you knew. Have a little ethics, I hope. How could I ever think that ONE of your species might think with his big head rather than his little one? You know other women look at me and envy me for my looks, but all it's brought me is heartache and a lifelong line of assholes who can't keep their dicks in their shorts. Homely women marry homely men and they keep themselves happy for the rest of their lives. Every guy I've ever been attracted to is a loser." She said aiming her ire at me specifically.
"Dianna, hear me out. Anything I could have done to spare you this pain, I would have done."
"Sure, anything short of not getting your cock wet."
"I've asked you to hear me out. I've been playing a cat and mouse game with this woman for weeks now and yesterday it just happened. I was riding home before my guilt over the pain I knew it would cause hit me. She was a fantasy I've had for a long time. If you knew the whole story you might understand, but let me just say that the satisfaction I should have felt over being with her was shot by the thought of you. I knew I had betrayed you although I hadn't yet told you how I felt. That guilt and the feeling of your betrayal was the deciding factor that I had chased my last skirt."
"Sure, YOUR WORD on that is supposed to mean something. How can I trust you?" She spat back.
"If that's the case, maybe I am sending you away tonight. No love can grow out of deception or mistrust. If you can't trust me, you can't love me and I'm sorry I created the situation." I said distraught over the fact that I fucked this up.
"Dean, I don't know what to think. Deep in my heart I want to trust you and take you at your word. But, something is nagging at me that tells me I'll be sorry." She said turning away from me and starting to cry.
I was at an impasse with her. There was no way I would take up with anyone who didn't trust me. In fairness she had reason to NOT trust me, but in reality she didn't. I had been honest with her on all counts and didn't hide anything. If I had made a commitment to her, it was in the last few hours and I truly wouldn't go back on that word. However, I didn't see fit to argue the point with her. She headed for the door and I couldn't nor wouldn't stop her.
"Dianna, just let me say that I don't want you to go, and I will call you later. Think about my words and remember I care for you very deeply." I said as she nodded back to me and left.
The biggest pain I felt was over the hurt I caused her. I don't think I could have pulled off the lie either, so straight forward was the best way. 
I thought about what I had done to fuck this whole thing up and in the long run the worst thing I did was tell the truth. I asked myself over and over if I promised Dianna, prior to my evening with Sharon Smythe, that I would be true to her, and I hadn't. Yes I was a tomcatting, leg humping, skirt chasing womanizer, BUT, I knew I was capable of being a true blue partner in a monogamous relationship, and I was so sure of that. If we were going to make a go of our feelings melding into a relationship, she would have to accept my word. Suddenly I felt I had the hammer. After giving her sufficient time to stew and simmer our words from earlier I called her home.
I got the answering machine, which sort of surprised me. If the sitter was there she was monitoring the calls and would only pick up with a code word, and I knew that word. It was "thesaurus".
As soon as the message finished and the beep sounded I simply said the word and the sitter picked up.
"Dianna isn't home?"
"No, she ran some errands and just called to say she would be home around 11. May I take a message?"
"No", I answered quizzically as I hung up.
I thought of the club, Stu Mulligans, where she found me a few nights ago and decided to head there. The woman behind the bar was a good ear and she had spent time there babbling life's problems with her before.
I got into my car and headed out my cul-de-sac and took a right onto the main drag. Right after I pulled out the car behind me had their high-beams as they pulled from the curb. They shone right in my eyes. I reached up to flip my mirror to defray the glare, a move that usually alerted the offending driver to their faux pas. When I looked to see if they had taken the hint I realized the car behind me was Dianna's. Was she following me? I made a series of illogical turns and she stayed right on my tail. Damn! Did she think I was off to another woman or what? I drove back home without making a stop. I went into the house and directly out the back door and walked around the back of my property and made my way to the highway and came up behind her car as she sat and waited for my next move. I knocked on her window.
She startled and almost screamed until she saw it was me.
"Is this how you're going to trust me? By keeping tabs on my every move? If you want to chase me away entirely, you're doing a great job." I yelled so she could hear through her slightly cracked window.
I decided to repeat my own thoughts from earlier and leave. I had enough of not being trusted.
"Yes, I am a tomcatting, leg humping, skirt chasing womanizer, BUT, I KNOW that I am capable of being a true blue partner in a monogamous relationship, and I am sure of that. If we're going to make a go of our feelings melding into a relationship, you'll have to accept my word. Period, Dianna. Godammit, PERIOD. The first time I told you I was going to be that person was AFTER my last affair. Accept that or go home and lose my number. I could have lied to you about it all, but I took the high road. You following me tonight was the lowest of all roads and all the reason I should never trust you." I railed at her window before she had time to react.
As I walked from her window back to my home I saw she was bursting into tears and frankly I could care less. I was long out of the seventh grade and that's all her stunt was, junior high stuff. I was steamed to the max. I went into the house and poured two fingers of Jack into a water glass and downed it. It was only 9:45 but sleep seemed the best remedy for how I felt. I turned down the bed and got undressed. With the aid of my Tennessee pal Jack I dropped off to sleep.
The consistent ring of my phone woke from my sound sleep. As I picked up I saw it was 11:25. The caller ID showed Dianna's number. I picked up expecting her ear to be to the receiver.
"I told you to lose my number unless you've come to your senses and grown up." I blurted into the phone.
"Hello, my name is Lisa Hamilton. I baby sit for Dianna and she gave me this number. She was supposed to be home at eleven and its way after. Has she left?"
Ummm, . . . Oh . . . yes, she left quite while ago Lisa. Let me get dressed and check a few places she might be. I'll back track to the house. Don't be alarmed, everything will be OK." I lied as I hung up.
"FUCK, what in hell did she do now?" I thought as I quickly got dressed. Dianna was about the last woman and mother I know who would get flaky.
I drove to the corner where I last saw her and her car was gone so I traced the logical route she would take to her home and didn't see her or the car. I decided to try Stu Mulligans as she might be drowning her problems in a few glasses of wine. She liked to talk to the pretty barkeep there.
Her car was in the lot out front so I hoped she would be inside. There at the end of the bar, asleep and slumped over the top rail was Dianna. I looked at Joyce the bartender with a questioning look.
"She had too much and I took her keys. She fought for a few minutes and then put her head in her hands to cry and fell asleep. I was hoping you might come in. Guys kept buying her drinks, trying to hit on her, but I stopped it. She got out of hand before I knew it. I'm sorry. I think I only served her 3 or 4, but she's had more than that." Joyce said a little disgusted with herself, as well as Dianna.
"Give me her keys and I'll lock up her car and bring her home."
Joyce knew me, but still took my ID and wrote down the particulars and had me sign for the keys. She was covering for herself and I couldn't blame her.
I tried to wake Dianna, but she was a goner. Passed out!
I threw her 105 pound body over my shoulder and got her outside. With the help of a couple patrons I got her in my back seat and drove her home.
Lisa Hamilton was worried, but relieved to see my car pull in. Missy hadn't been disturbed and all was OK. I tipped her another $20 and told her to be sure to keep this quiet. Missy's father didn't seem to have a great interest in custody, but this would be a great point to bring up in a legal fight later.
I set Dianna on the sofa and she fell over asleep or passed out, take your pick. I wasn't about to leave her there like that so I felt it best to try and wake her. I used a cold wash cloth on her face, along with some verbal prodding to get her to come to. She had no idea where she was or how she got there, but after a few minutes awake she began to put it altogether. I made sure she didn't feel sick and she assured me her stomach was OK. She hadn't eaten since lunch and hadn't, by my figuring, had a drink in almost 2 hours. Her stomach was probably empty.
The way she acted with me, she didn't remember our little spat earlier, but I was sure she would. I wanted to get her in a hangover avoidance mode so I went to my car and got my personal little "kit". Multi-vitamin capsules, B-Complex capsules and plenty of bottled water always worked for me when I had to get bright as soon as possible.
I poured her a big glass of water and had her take 2 of each capsule with the full glass of water. I had the kitchen trash can handy in case they didn't stay down, but I bet she could absorb the water easily. But that gave me another thought. She should urinate soon to get the crap out of her system and revamp her fluids.
She was only a little lucid but I had to try to reason with her. The pills and the water were easy to get in her, she would have drunk anything, having been so dry.
"Dianna, we're going to stand up and go to the bathroom so you can pee. I'm going to help you get to the toilet, OK?"
She just nodded as if she knew it was something she had to do.
I got her shoes off and then helped her to her feet. Hanging onto me for balance we walked down the hall to the bathroom. I asked her if she was OK to pee by herself but I got a blank look. I shinnied up her skirt as she tried to help but she was still all thumbs. As soon as it was around her waist she plopped down on the toilet.
She was still wearing her thong panty, but she started to pee anyway. It drained right through the gauzy fabric so I decided not to make a big deal of it. I opened her medicine cabinet and there were a small pair of scissors stuck in the spools of first aid tape, so I took them and cut both sides of the thong, letting it fall into the bowl. After I patted her dry with paper I got her to her feet again and walked her to her bedroom. I got her clothes off and put a sleep tee that was under her pillow on her. I sat her on the bed and got her to drink one more glass of water. I laid her into the bed and covered her and she was snoozing in no time. I waited until one o'clock before I called a cab to bring me back to Stu Mulligans to get her car. At two o'clock I finally left her house with her sleeping soundly, her alarm was already set to get her up to prepare Missy for Pre-K or daycare, I wasn't sure which. I left her purse, her keys and a quick note to call me on her kitchen table.
I was dog tired myself and quickly fell asleep as soon as I got home, knowing my eight o'clock alarm was but a few hours away.

Chapter Eight
My sleep was interrupted a second time by a ringing phone, but at 7:45 Bell's invention was only robbing me of 15 minutes of divine sleep.
"Hello my sweet prince. I spoke to Lisa when I saw her go for her bus this morning and I think I know what happened last night. Thank you very much for rescuing me. I was very, very stupid to do what I did. I underestimated you. What you did you would only do for someone you cared deeply for. How I could turn you out or doubt you is beyond me. If you still say you want to give it a go with me I trust you with my heart if you'll trust me with yours." Dianna said not letting me interrupt. 
This was the first time she really made sure that she promised to be careful with MY heart. I may be a leg humping dog at times, but I have feelings too. I didn't want to let her off this easy, but I couldn't bear to cause her any more pain.
"Let's start over again. Let's see, this is Saturday, right? Do you have any plans for tonight?" I asked.
"I do, my Mother is taking us out for dinner to explain to Missy about the Florida trip, and on Sunday I have to work a fashion show at Boscov's in the early afternoon and then go to her other Grandmothers to let HER explain about the trip. Missy has never really been away from me and we really want her to be comfortable. Umm, maybe she can spend the evening with Grandma and I can pick her up later. I don't want her to spend the night because she has her Pre-K on Monday morning and they're having cupcakes, which I have to make, for her birthday. So maybe late Sunday afternoon we can be together. I really want to see you Dean." Dianna explained.
I was quickly learning the trials and tribulations of dating a REAL Mom. Dianna was gorgeous enough to put up with this. The fact she took the responsibility of parenthood and the way she loved her daughter so much were actually two of her endearing qualities of heart that I admired most. She had laid the law down with her agent that she mostly works locally and any out of town work must be arranged with an on-site nanny of sorts to be available. I kidded her about her vast underwear work and the fact I had seen a lot of her before we ever dated.
As long as she didn't bring up my past, which overall wasn't any of her business, we could make a clean try of this famously. I had been taking a home AIDS test religiously for over 2 years and was always negative and I always used condoms if I had a question. I usually find out about partners in casual conversation and make my judgment then. If I ever had one small doubt I never went through with the sex. Of the last 3 women I had exchanged fluids with 2 had been celibate for about a year or more, and Carol was but 21 and only had one partner for quite some time. I had been good at picking partners and making myself feel relatively safe. I certainly hadn't been with any homosexuals or intravenous drug users. I felt that besides my word, she had no questions to ask me.
Saturday was a very busy day in the Pharmacy and I barely had time to stop for a lunch break. I wanted Doreen to audit the controlled aisles and balance them versus the computer Saturday evening. It was usually slow enough Saturday evening for her to get it done, but I wanted to make sure she didn't have a back up when she started. We each had to do 3 audits a month and mail them to the Feds, as well as Friends main office. Hers was due by a notice I received. Most times we do them and the other has no clue so there can be no cahoots or finagling of figures. I stayed a bit late to catch up everything with her and was off to home. I was tired from the running around half the night before so I was home and out of trouble for the evening.
Sunday morning found me bored to the hilt and while thumbing the newspaper I saw the ad for the Boscov's fashion review and consulting fair that day. I decided to browse the mall and maybe see Dianna for a second or two.
I looked around the different shows scheduled and didn't see Dianna's name or picture and began to wonder if she canceled out. Then as I went into the women's department I saw a line for "Professional bra fitting by well known lingerie model "Dianna" from noon until 2 pm". Well, if I had only known I could have assisted her, I laughed to myself. I'm wasting time in the mall, and she's checking out boobs behind a screen. What's wrong with this picture? I wouldn't let on that I saw her "booth" there and would see if she owned up to it when I saw her.
I decided to check out a few pairs myself and went to the Hooters in the mall for lunch. Apparently all the real busty girls were down getting fitted by my girlfriend, because there weren't too many over flowing cups in the restaurant. The mall locations of Hooters tend to be more exposed flat belly's and round asses than buxom women. I'm sure in the mall they try and turn down the overt sexuality. As I was finishing up my burger I saw Sharon Smythe approaching my table.
"Hi Dean, fancy meeting you here. I can do better than most of the girls in here if its breasts you're interested in she said under her breath. As a matter of fact, I just had my bra professionally fitted and I've been wearing a too small bra, come to find out. Do you mind if I sit with you?" Sharon said in a very friendly, open tone.
"Ya know Sharon, it might not be such a good idea. I kind of promised another woman that I wouldn't play around so much after the other night and if she saw you here with me, she just wouldn't understand."
"Do you mean you were caught cheating?"
"No, I was a free man that night, but not so much anymore. I'll explain it sometime in the store." I said to get her to move on before my luck would run out.
Imagine if Dianna knew one of the women she fitted was the one I plundered Thursday night. I got out of Hooters and the mall as fast as I could and went home to wait for Dianna to come over.
I had no idea what sort of mood she would be in when she got to my house, but I hoped she would be receptive to just hanging with me and not going out. I really wanted serious alone time for talking and intimacy.
I was surprised when I heard her car in the drive at 2:30. She had made fast work of getting Missy to Grandma's and over to my place. I opened the door and she ran into my arms and we kissed. I fought to break the kiss so I could close the door and she was back on me again.
"Let's never fight like that again." She whispered to me. "We both said hateful things we didn't mean."
"I think we're both a little crazy over the situation and a clean start is best." I whispered back.
We took our necking over to the sofa and it was apparent she wanted to play before any long conversations got started. We were all over each other touching and squeezing before she broke the clench and asked me to undress her.
She stood up and extended a hand to me and I joined her. I began to unbutton the back of her blouse and saw her perfect light tan on her back. I kissed her shoulders and turned her around to get the snaps on the side of her skirt so I could lower the side zipper. When it was loose enough it fell and she was there in a matching bra and panty set, much like the way she looked in the catalogs she appeared in. She was a picture of beauty, with the skin, the hair and the perfect body.
She quickly went for my shirt buttons saying I "had to catch up to her". Before I had any chance to protest my shirt was off and she was working on my belt. In a moment we were both standing in our underwear before each other.
She had her fingers between her breasts on the catch of her bra as she looked at me and said, "Well what's next?" with a sly sexy smile on her face.
"Is that a real question?, . . .  because I have a definite answer." I said in all seriousness.
"What would you answer if it was?"
"I'd like to see you, in that sexy underwear, take out my cock and suck it, kiss it and caress it until it cums. Then I'll be ready to make love to you for a long, long time, at least until you make enough noise that the neighbors will call the police."
"Yeah? Is that what you want? What do I do with all that cum? Do I smear it all over my face, or shoot it on my breasts or . . . . "
"Swallow it, taste me, and fill your little belly with it. And then I'll taste and swallow all of you."
"Would that make you happy? I've never really done that before, at least on purpose."
"It's me, it's my essence. Taste it like I would like to taste yours. When you move your mouth over me after I've climaxed it's an amazing rush. It completes my orgasm." I confided.
"For you, I'll try it, but I make no promises on liking it. It's for you. But you know I would love to suck and taste your cock, it's beautiful." She assured me with a sexy tone.
I put a finger to her chin as she began to kneel down.
"Never do anything that you don't want to or will feel uncomfortable with. This is supposed to be making love. If I like it and you don't, it's not making love."
She nodded her head and kissed my lips and then my chest as she bent leaving kisses down to my navel. Her hand came up and cupped my balls through my underwear as her lips passed over my BVDs kissing the head of the bulge I was presenting.
Using both hands she opened the pocket of my briefs and pulled the length of my cock out, pressing it up to my stomach while she kissed the underside of the shaft. Then her hand went back into the pocket and stretched it out a bit before taking my balls gingerly in her hand and pulling them through the pocket as well. I was completely out of my briefs, while still wearing them. 
I once tried to figure how many blowjobs I had gotten, and including a horny young divorcee I lived with just out of college, I came up with 500. I mention the horny young divorcee, Lainie, because in our three months plus together, she sucked me at least twice a day and sometimes 3 or 4. It was every morning and every night and any time we were in the car more than an hour, or if she got bored watching TV, anytime. She loved my cock and could not get enough. She was a tiny nymphet who found my cock a bit big for her pussy to have frequent intercourse, but loved to finger her box while she filled her mouth. Our relationship wasn't love, it was sex. The night before she left to go to University of Indiana, to complete a nursing scholarship she had put on hiatus for getting married (it lasted just 3 months), she told me she kept a rough count and it was 250. She was constantly horny and I can say I never saw her in a bad mood or even cry. She was happy with her "Purple Huggie" in her mouth. 
I mention all of this not to brag but to tell you that I was about to get what would be the best blowjob of my life. Technically she was making love to me with her mouth, but I know what a blowjob is. She was slow and deliberate never giving me the chance to throw my head back and enjoy it because she kept doing things to make me want to watch and enjoy it. She configured her hand, hands, and fingers in a hundred different positions on me as her mouth sucked, licked and chewed on me. She licked and flicked the underside cleavage of my cock head like it was a tiny pussy and she was searching for the clit. A moment later her thumb was between my balls searching for the root attachment of my cock with her thumb and she would slowly work it up the entire length to push out any pre-cum I was producing. Only as her thumb was reaching the top of my cock did I realize that my balls filled her mouth. When the pearl she was pushing came out of the tip her tongue followed the path of her thumb and ate the head of my cock like a sweet plum, getting all my pre cum juice. Yes, she had done this before and if any guy came accidentally in her mouth, she could never blame them. If she wasn't in love with me, she was certainly already in love with my cock. After 6 or 8 minutes of this oral foreplay suddenly I realized she kneeling up straight and bobbing her head over the tip of my cock. Her hands held my buttocks and she was in one steady rhythm. Now I could finally drop my head back and enjoy the lush feeling, but I felt my own rumblings quickly come to fruition. I didn't thrust and I let her do all of the work, which she clearly enjoyed.
"You're going to get me Di. Get it, get it, GET IT! ARRRRGGGGHHHH!" I bellowed as I blasted into her sweet soft mouth.
I pressed out two surges and the third was nigh when the sides of her mouth opened and my cum came spilling out. When my third spurt hit she coughed and gagged, leaning back and turning her head to cough, but still working the base of my cock with her little hand. After recovering she sat right up and covered the head of my cock with her mouth and milked whatever I had left into her mouth. She apparently was able to handle this as she swallowed my after-drops. She massaged my post orgasmic cock with her mouth and tongue much to my pleasure.
When I began to squirm on my feet she let me go and knelt back onto her haunches.
"I'm sorry I lost most of it. The volume surprised me and you really shot right to the back of my throat. I did taste you, but I'll do better."
"Oh God Dianna, it wasn't a test. It was the best. You'll always please me." I said as I extended a hand so she could stand up and we could hug and kiss. I ran my hands down over her panty covered ass and knew that I had to eat this little morsel. She was proving to be as exotic and erotic as she looked. We were so compatible in so many other ways and her personality was not the slightest bit what you might expect of a beautiful model. There was no conceit or pretentiousness in her style or personality.
I broke the kiss and drew my hands up her back and to the front of her bra and I unsnapped it. Her breasts were just perfect and denied the fact she was a mother or 30 years old.
"Sit and I will unwrap the present you have for me." I said as she smiled demurely and turned to plop down on my sofa.
I knelt between her legs and bent to kiss her breasts and nipples. She was already quite excited there as her buds were hard and obviously wanting of my attention as evidenced by her sighs. I eventually worked my way down her stomach and abdomen to the top of her panty. She instinctively lifted her butt from the sofa and I slipped them off her. The "D" she had carved out in her fiery pubic hair was freshly trimmed. I kissed my way around it to her bright coral colored puffy pussy. I kissed and licked my way around the whole of her sexual opening before I kissed her little bud of a clit. I used my fingers to spread her open and I licked down through her gash to her inner lips and tasted her deep pussy as she sighed in anticipation. I drew my attention to her clit and began to write my name with my tongue over it. She began to puff hard as her first spasm was coming out and I saw she was easily orgasmic. This was no fake as she shuddered and her body jumped as if shocked. I wondered if she was sexual enough to let me massage her G spot and let it work. Many women fear the initial feelings it brings and they think they are losing bladder control. Dianna might just trust me enough, I hoped. 
I knelt up straight and kept my tongue to her clit while I pushed my index finger into her. I basically try to touch my tongue with my finger through the upper wall of her vagina, digging with my finger. She was responding to my tongue when she suddenly got VERY vocal with her shouts of approval. Biologically, this was her G-spot sponge filling with its ejaculatory fluid. She began to buck under me making pushing away motions with her arms, without really touching me.
I lifted my head to say just a few words. "Let go, let it finish."
I kept my licking of her clit and the rubbing of my finger until her whoops of pleasure got closer together. When she tried to move her ass down into the sofa while seemingly try to push out with her pussy I felt she was ready.
"Shoot my sweet lover, shoot!"  I said as I backed away. One short spurt escaped from her as her faced filled with alarm.
I pressed my face right back into her clit and went on licking while my finger kept busy. Seconds later she began the same cycle as before and this time a longer spurt escaped but her hands shot to her pussy to cover up and protect herself from me.
"What was that!!?" She said through relieving puffs of air into her lungs.
"THAT, was an ejaculation and now you know how it feels." I said as I lined my newly enlivened cock up with her pussy.
While her mind searched for an answer as what had happened to her I plunged into her soaked pussy.
"OHHHHH Ahhhhhh, GOD!" she exclaimed as I bent over her and started fucking her little shapely body.
Her arms clasped around me as she shouted in loud whispers in my ear.
"I love you, I love the way you love me. Fuck me, fuck me ugh ugh ugh ugh." She said in a moment of passion.
I discounted the "I love you" and didn't take it for its word worth. No way was she that shallow and I knew that no one was "in love" in such the short time of a couple months.
Dianna and I engaged in a long slow, sometimes frenzied fuck. I knew I could last for quite a time, as long as she was creamy enough for a comfortable screw. I knelt up and watched her cum; I bent over her and hugged my bare chest to her beautiful breast. I held onto her shoulders and slapped my hips to her pussy as her breasts jerked with the force of my thrusts. If she came 4 times it was an understatement and I had the fingernail marks on my arms and back to show for most of them. But alas I felt the rumbling in my balls as my orgasm began to run through me. I would have loved to pull from her and bring my cock to her mouth and have her taste herself as well as me, but this was too genteel a moment for that. I asked for her hands and she caught on quick that I wanted them as the fulcrum for my pushing my cum into her. My weight hung on her upturned hands, her pussy and the tips of my toes on my floor.
My orgasm swept over me quickly as I barely had time to bear down and force my spurts. It flowed from me as some of my ejaculatory muscles were still worn out from her oral work. However this orgasm was special in its feeling as it ran from me, my balls quickly deflating. I forced her arms outwardly from their elbowed perch to fall onto her. I puffed loudly into her ears as she whimpered into my ear all of her feelings of what she called "the best fuck of her life". I discounted those feelings as spur of the moment ramblings until she spoke her next words.
"I would love to have the baby this would have made. It would be the most beautiful child."
I didn't know what to make of her words and I looked at her a little funny.
"Don't be frightened, I'm not trying to rush anything or rope you. I simply have this awesome aura around me right now and you've made me feel very special. If I could get pregnant right now, it would have been the perfect union." She said relieving me.
"It was very special, but you made it happen. You're so beautiful and responsive. We made great things happen." I said.
I didn't want to pull from the warm pudding of pussy I was in, but this sort of feeling couldn't last forever. I grabbed my underwear for her to use to catch any part of my orgasm that would drip from her as I stood.
"Can we shower together?" She asked cautiously.
"Mmmm I hoped you might ask," Was my response as we made our way to my bathroom. I had a larger square tub with Jacuzzi jets, but at that moment I wished I had a large shower stall. Ever since the night with Evvy Tucker in her guest bedroom shower stall I craved that setting.
I adjusted the water and held the half-circular curtain for her to step in. We embraced and let the water rush over us. Somewhere inside of me there was this fear that when the water rushed over her face there would be a rush of make-up washing her pretty face down the drain. Much to my relief there was not (and I later learned that she wore little, if any make-up besides lipstick). She freely let me wash and touch every little inch of her. She had already promised the prospect of anal sex in her throes of passion our first night together, so I wasn't afraid, nor did I ask for permission, to touch her most private little hole. She apparently had had a complete healthy sex life with her husband. Unfortunately her husband had many other partners. (FOOL)
My second orgasm had wiped me out pretty good so our shower time didn't put me in a permanent hard-on state, but I could have raised the flag if I needed. Seeing her whole body and touching it was a wonder. She was every bit as beautiful as I had suspected with nary a flaw to her 30 year old super structure. I was really looking forward to getting to know her intimately on every level. As she washed me it was apparent that her feelings about me were mutual. When she washed my genitals her appreciation for them was obvious. She made me feel like we were both beautiful people, even though I paled in comparison to her beauty. It was a great feeling though.
Our intimacy that day served to knock down all the walls of propriety on any subject. We freely discussed every facet of a relationship and made me feel at ease about entering in a bond with her. Before she left to go and get her daughter, Missy, she said there were a few things she wanted to cover.
"Wednesday Missy leaves with her grandmas and we are free to meet anytime and anywhere. Do you think you can get a few days off so we can take advantage of that? I would love to fall asleep and wake up with you a few times in our two week "window" of opportunity." She asked me.
"That's entirely up to my second and my district supervisor. He usually has enough help to go around, and Doreen usually could accommodate me when I need time. I always repay the favor. Once that's out of the way, I would love to spend that kind of time with you." I told her with an anticipated smile.
Then she stepped up to me and I thought she was going to bid me good night, but she put one arm around my neck and held my package with the other.
"Lastly, it's been 5 or so hours since we put your friend to work, and I would love to feel him in my mouth again. I've missed these intimate moments for the past year and I want to take advantage of you and satisfy myself." She purred to me.
"How can I refuse something I might enjoy so much, but how about you?" I asked wanting my own chance to please her.
"My little pussy is still happy and a bit tingly-sore from all the nasty things you did earlier. You came a little quick the other night, but today you worked me over good. I'm not complaining, mind you." She insisted as she sat on the sofa and patted the cushion beside her for me.
She turned in her well tailored outfit and kissed me as her hand went right to my growing bulge. After stroking it through my pants she lowered my zipper and fished me out of the slash (I didn't put on underwear after our shower). She stroked me as we continued to neck and then without warning or words she lifted her mouth from mine and turned to engulf my cock with her mouth. She gently bobbed her head over me as I watched the back of her red head go to town on me. Dianna was enjoying making me happy and knew how to make it come to a quick wet conclusion. One hand snaked into my pants and fondled my balls and the other wrapped around the base and stroked me lightly in time with her bobbing. I decided to let her handle my orgasm as she pleased, but I wasn't going to announce it. She had tasted sperm before, no doubt, and had at least a sample of mine earlier in the day. I even wondered if this whole seduction was to show me that she was willing to try something that I asked for and obviously pleased me.
When I felt my climax coming I moved in ways that must have alerted her of my impending explosion. I groaned and grabbed the edge of the sofa cushion as I spent into her mouth. I was certain it was not a large volume of seed but it sure felt wonderful to have her tongue wipe over and over the head of my cock after I shot. She knew to decrease the suction on me, so as not to kill me and draw in the top of my head after my delivery. She bobbed and worked her mouth and tongue softly over me and knew just when to stop and lift her mouth from me. She kept her face away from me until I heard her make one hard swallow. Whether she was trying to make sure I didn't see her make a sour face or just wanted the moment private, I don't know. She sat back and smiled at me and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand just before I sought out her mouth to kiss and neck with. She may have been surprised at my anxiousness to taste her mouth so quickly after, but I've told you before that if a woman is expected to taste me, I have no aversion.
Once she knew her mouth was not "off limits" to me our kiss became deeper and hotter.
"I better go before I get more involved and have another problem on my hands. I'll call you at the pharmacy tomorrow. I'm not sure of my schedule, but I do want to spend as much time with Missy as I can. I have a product promotion Monday and a photo shoot early on Tuesday that I can bring her to. Let me know what you find out about Wednesday, or any few days for that matter." She said before kissing me once again.
I got up and put myself back into my pants and walked her to the door. We kissed and looked into each others eyes.
"I can't wait until I see you again." I said as I kissed her one last time.
She said "Me either." And she was off. I watched her leave wondering how deeply I had bitten into Eve's apple. I could definitely fall in love with this woman as I got to know her better in so many other ways. I knew that sexually we were quite compatible. Some woman I had spent a lot of sack time with early on in relationships wondered if they could stretch out to accommodate my fatter than average cock. But I was explained once by a doctor that it was more me rubbing in places the woman had never been rubbed than stretching. The doc told me what I had read years ago, any woman can accommodate any man. I was hoping for the best for us. I couldn't wait for the next two weeks to come.

Chapter Nine
It doesn't seem right to be thankful for pain or discomfort, but no more had Dianna left that I felt a pang right in the tip of my cock. I had cum 3 times in a short while and the little muscle that pushes my payload out the tip was over worked and sore. Ahh, but it was a good sore. I imagined myself sitting at my stylist and seeing a man ogle Dianna in an ad he was reading. I could tap him on the shoulder and say, "I been fucked and sucked to the point of overwork by her and she's looking forward to the next time."
She was a true beauty, but more than anything she was a wonderful person. I liked so many things about her. One was that she had principles and no one or no thing could sway her from them. Another was that she would follow her heart bravely. She should have dumped me unceremoniously from any aspirations I had of becoming her "boyfriend", yet she easily swallowed her pride to let fate resume its course, willing to allow strict addendum to those hard principles. Unspokenly, I knew I was on a strict probation and I had no wiggle room.
She was gone no more than an hour and I missed her already. It felt so good to have someone to talk and communicate with, and be intimate with whose life didn't revolve around the next party or happy hour. The other women I had my most recent steady relationships with I met in bars and their lives were based on partying around who they met in bars and clubs. I had been truly looking for love in all the wrong places. Meeting someone like Dianna showed me I was one of those bar people, or would become one if I stayed in that scene. I mean, I liked the drinking and loose women, but I was also aware that my penchant for sex had a lot to do with male ego and constantly having to prove I could bed down most any woman who gave me a few minutes to work my charm on. But now, as a real first in my life, my bedroom antics were to show Dianna how much I cared for her. For once I was with a woman who had control of her life. The turns her life took, she steered into and she had made few errors. In our long post-sex rap session she admitted she had made 3 huge mistakes in her life. One was marrying her husband, the second was trusting him even when things seemed "not quite right" and the third was getting pass-out drunk a few nights before with little regard for her daughters well-being.

"I shirked my responsibility as a parent and uncharacteristically threw out any precepts of caution." She said almost in tears at her actions.

"But don't you think that deep down inside you sort of knew I might come to your rescue? Little Lisa knew where to call when you were late." I queried.

"I could sugar coat it and let you believe that, but I had every intention of driving to Pulaski that night and finding my ex and reaming him out for ruining my life. I got confused at the triple split on 81 and ended up on Fayette Street so I stopped at Stu Mulligans for a few more shots of bravery. I had already drunk a few of those bottled cocktails after you chewed me out. A few? I chugged the whole four-pack. Joyce made me a Long Island Iced Tea before she realized I was drunk already. She took my keys and I fought with her until I passed out on the bar. I remembered some of this after I cleaned out my car the other morning and found the bag with the four emptys. I stopped to apologize to Joyce and she really bawled me out over the asshole I was. She's a single Mom too. I mean, I knew Lisa would call you but when you couldn't find me, or if something happened to me, I wanted you to feel guilty. I told you it was in my top three and now you know why." She tearfully confessed.

"Passions." I said. "We all react differently to passions. Most of us do stupid things that are way out of our realm. You had already pre-planned how you and I would end up and when I short-circuited that, with your own monkey wrench, you let passion take over and you thought you could turn back time if you saw your ex."

"Well, aren't you Sigmund Freud? If I hadn't already tasted your very core and felt you bring me close to death by orgasm as well as making my body do something I didn't think possible, I would think you were full of shit. However I know I was blaming him for everything because he screwed up my plans for life so much. I hate to look too far ahead, but if things work out with you, it will all have been worth it." She replied wistfully.
"You can only speak for yourself, but, I know I'm happy right now and we should just go about this a day at a time and see where the road brings us, but I am with you, until I feel otherwise, I promise." I swore to her. 
"Dean, I know every relationship is day to day and nothing is set in stone until things click, but I think we're doing good." She said as she spooned into me.

We spent the better part of 3 hours talking about everything under the sun including ourselves, relationships in general, world politics and even religion. Dianna was smart and well read with studied opinions of a lot of current events. If the word bimbo ever came into your mind when thinking of the beautiful Dianna, you clearly did not know her. But her sexuality was never in question. After consummating our relationship with mutual oral lovemaking, and a long love making session that included her introduction to female ejaculation, we had this long mind session, but before she left she still needed to satisfy her urge to love me with her mouth again. I WAS a lucky man.

When I had finally set and secured with my days off it worked out for me to be free Wednesday through the following Tuesday, and then Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. Dianna's little Missy was due home on the Wednesday. I was going to formally meet her on that day if we felt we should pursue our relationship further. 

I spoke briefly with Dianna both Monday and Tuesday in stolen moments from her busy schedule. She was "on the job" and had Missy with her so time for me was limited. She did refer to looking forward to our time alone in the coming week, and that always left me a little weak in the knee and flustered between my legs. Just as I hung up with her on Tuesday afternoon I looked up to see Sharon Smythe waiting at the counter cove to speak with me. Clarissa my pharmacy assistant had been waving to me to alert me to a waiting customer. I walked to the cove and leaned forward to be sure we were private.

"Dean, I was worried I got you in trouble the other night. I wouldn't have come on so strong here in the store if I knew you were engaged or something." Sharon said with a worried look.
"No, you may have misunderstood me. I was a totally free man the other day and not even seeing someone what you might call steady. If anyone was improper, it was me." I told her to abate any guilt she may have had over the tryst.
"Oh God," Sharon said rolling her eyes and leaning up to whisper. "Improper? It was the most fulfilling night of my life and you made me see that I have to get out in circulation again. Yesterday a man ogled me in the grocery store and he was cute, so I smiled back. Long story short, we got to talking and I'm going to movie with him tonight."
"Well, don't be too trusting with a stranger."  I cautioned her.
"He doesn't know my last name and I'm meeting him at the theatre." She said proudly, "and I just wanted to thank you for waking me up to the life that's out there. I felt like an old maid and you made me feel like something or someone I always wondered if I could be."

"Well I don't know if I can take credit for that," I said still leaning in to keep our conversation private, "I just saw an incredible body with the pretty face that flirted with me. I'm glad I could make you happy."

"If you ever want to come back for more, just give me a wink, but I promise I won't stalk you or try to interfere with your life. I just want you to know how much I appreciate you." She said with a blush.

"Let's just say that I owed something to the love gods and now I've repaid my debt and passed it on." I said whimsically, thinking of my awakening with Evvy.

"What? I don't get it . . . "

"Please don't try, just remember to pass it on." I said with a grin as I backed away toward my station again.

"OK . . . ? I guess I know what you're talking about. Be well Dean."

"You do the same Sharon and be careful."

Sharon's talk with me was quite unnecessary, but she made me feel good about myself over something I should have felt guilt over. I could go forward with Dianna now with a totally clear conscience. I went through the day with a spring in my step knowing that I was off from work for the next 7 days and 11 of the next 14, and I would be with Dianna. When I got home there was a message from her on the phone.

"Hi Dean honey, sorry this is so harried but I missed you at work and now I'm bringing Missy to my mothers and we'll spend the night there so I can drive them all to the airport in the morning. They finally got their flight times straightened out. I'll be back home and settled by 10 o'clock or so, if . . . if you want a late breakfast, hot and home cooked, umm . . . I know what I'm having. (giggle)"

Well, I knew what SHE wanted to do on our first day together, and as good as it sounded I was already wary of something I didn't want to fall into. I certainly wanted to get to know her body and the pleasures it could bring me, as well as her knowing mine and its possibilities, but I didn't want to base our relationship on sex alone. I was aware that every couple, when they first get intimate, goes through the honeymoon stage. I just wanted to make sure we built our relationship together through other activities. I had thought I was in perfect relationships before and once the sexual insatiability wore off, we had nothing. So, when I showed up on her doorstep Wednesday morning I was happy at her greeting when she opened the door in sexy silk pajamas. She took both of my hands and turned me into the wall beside the door once I was inside. Holding my hands at her sides she pressed herself right up to me and looked demurely up into my eyes.

"Dean, I don't want you to think that I'm a bad girl or anything like that. I want to use this time alone together to get to know each other in every way we can, and one of those ways is going to be sexual and we already know how hot we can be. We can explore everything else about each other, but today I just want you to myself. Do you understand what I'm trying to say? You see, I'm a real sexual lady and my job depends on me being sexy and to come home every night for the last year and not have anyone to release that energy on has been frustrating. Many nights I put Missy to bed and went to bed alone with fantasies running through my head. Can we just spend the day appeasing me and my sexual dreams? I'm sure I'll make you happy..."

"God Dianna! What can I say? I came here with the same ideas to express. Not about the fantasies, but about just making us a true couple where we can weave our lives together. Sex is certainly important to me as an expression of our feelings as well as the just plain recreation of it all. Why would I think you're a "bad girl"? Everybody likes sex." I wondered joyously.

"Would you think I was a bad girl if I told you I wasn't going to let you leave the house today, or tonight for that matter? Would you think I was a bad girl if I told you that I dug up a couple of the toys I had hidden away for the past year?"

"Things you used with your ex?" I said surprised.

"No, things I bought when I threw him out and thought I might need them to get by. You know, before I decided to go it solo until I found the right man, . . YOU! So, I have a year of frustrations to work out, are you up to the task?"

I took my hands from her grip and slid them around to her ass and squeezed hard as I planted my lips to hers. When I regripped the globes of her ass I became aware of something foreign touching the tips of my index fingers. She had inserted a butt plug. I pulled back to give her a look of surprise and she spun in my arms and pressed her ass against me. I slipped one hand over the silk fabric of her top to her left tit and the other went between her legs to cup her pussy. To my surprise, my carved initial in her pubic fur was gone and there was a vibration coming from her pussy. I was no expert on sex toys but I knew a vibrating egg by its buzz in my fingertips. I looked into her eyes and saw an almost embarrassed look, but a gleam gave her away. I swept her up in my arms and walked her back through the house past the bar where she stripped for me a few days ago and into the bedroom that was lit with water candles.

When I set her down and she looked back to me with those eyes; I damn near melted right there. I'm not sure if I totally expressed to you how knock down beautiful this woman is. If it were her want, she could easily get herself into a centerfold in Penthouse or Playboy. Her body was flawless with a face and a smile framed by her flaming red hair. Her personality put on no airs, she was totally approachable and quick to greet anyone she passed on the street with a smile. Yet here she was totally prepared to give me her every charm and pleasure.

"I don't want to be, nor do I want us to be totally about sex, but I've been smoldering for a year . . . . "

"Shhhh, there's no need to explain any more." I said interrupting her. 

True to her word, she was smoldering, and it took little to fan her flames into an outright inferno. Whether it was her piece of shit husband, or men before him, which I doubt, she knew every pleasure to give or get from a man and she did it deftly without reserve. When she discovered her G-spot and then took my orgasm into her mouth and sucked and swallowed it from me, it might have been the last vestige of sexual innocence on what was now a smooth plain of fiery sexual giving and receiving.

After I had licked and sucked her now totally shorn mound and pussy to hot wet orgasms she was quick to cover my genitals with her mouth and tongue teasing them to near bursting before she climbed on me and rode the both of us to loud climaxes. It was in the afterglow of that ride where she renewed the promise from our first time together, "I hope the day comes when you can push this cum....even up my ass if we can fit this big thing in." She told me how she learned to like backdoor sex. It was something from her marriage bed that she had thought would keep her husband from ever wanting to stray. It was her total sexual gift that they got to enjoy because he was the only to ever have her that way. She now wanted to make the statement, even though he may never know, that even though he may have gotten her butt-cherry, it was no longer his. She wanted to give it to me. As she talked frankly about her penchant for rear-end pleasures she began to finger and manipulate my softened cock. Soon she had it at full mast with her face teasingly close until she popped up from the bed.

"I'm going to let the rest of your cum from my pussy, and then take a long pee. When I come back I want you to take out my rump plug and fuck me with that hard cock." She said in a tone and a physical pose that would have tempted any God, let alone mortal.

As she walked into the bathroom I watched her perfect ass disappear from the room in the glow of candles and the ambient light that escaped from around the closed blinds. Her gait, as well as the dimple at the bottom of her cheek split, gave away the fact she had an appliance stuck up her cute ass. The fact I was going to fuck that ass which certainly had been in the hopes and dreams of any man who caught sight if it in lingerie ads was over whelming me. I was sure I might wake up in my own bed with a handful of jerk out cum, but moments later she came back into the room with a squeeze bottle and a naughty smile.

"I shouldn't have allowed you to touch me there the other night when all extra-curricular sex was off limits, but it felt so good and made me feel so naughty." She said as he crawled onto the bed and kissed me before taking my cock in her hands again.

"This is definitely a lot bigger than my husband or any toy I've tried. Let's get nasty." She said as she moved beside me and assumed the position, her ass in the air and her head buried in her arms.

I suggested she turn over so we might do it face to face, but she looked at me with a pout that could buy her a fleet of Rolls-Royce'. 

"No, this is the way, get behind me." She said sexily, but with a firmness that made me move.

Behind her, the squeeze bottle on the mattress between her legs, the view was awesome. While her fair skin was not as white as some redheads, hers was still light and pink, not to mention perfect. The dark hue of her pussy was stunning in contrast to the pink white split of her spread. I reached and took hold of the plug in her butt and twisted it a bit to get a better grip as I heard her exhale deeply. I gave it one firm pull and the bulb stretched her little hole as it slid out and revealed itself as a squatty exclamation point when held by its little handle above the dot her anus made. She groaned loudly as it slipped out (thankfully) clean.

I looked down at the perfect pink skin of her ass and inside her cheeks and realized it was the prettiest I had ever seen. I wondered if her kind of underwear modeling made it necessary to bleach the usually darkened area around the pucker as I drizzled some of the lube into her split and saw it gutter into her dilated hole. She felt it drizzle in as evidenced by the instinctive anal kiss she threw me.  I grew impatient to stab myself into her and she too was acting like a nervous rider waiting for a train. I coated my cock with the lube, wiping my hand in her ass and accenting it with a playful slap. When I put my hand on her coccyx and touched my cock head to her dilated aperture she resettled her arms and head saying "slowly and all the way, don't stop for me".

The head slid easily past her stretched hole but as I moved past she began to mewl, growl and moan in one long sound, reminding me of an animal caught in a trap at first, but she would end each outburst with a pleasurable sound like an "ahhh" before emanating another long, low gritty outburst. My balls no more met her pussy when she raised her head and in a voice I barely believed was hers she said "All the way out, all the way in . . slowly".

I was a little creeped out by her words and the growl and guttural rake from her throat. Was she some kind of real kink hiding in that gorgeous body? One little bit of me wanted to be away from her not able to comprehend what was happening. However being balls deep in the most fuckable pink asshole I've ever seen, I wasn't about to get moral. I pulled slowly from her as the rake from her throat continued and her fingers gripped the sheets. Just as the corona of my cockhead began to escape the ring of her hole I slid back into her, slowly, steadily until my balls again touched her pussy and I repeated my deliberate withdrawal. I kept this up over and over enjoying the sheer grip she had on me until I realized she was working me over with her rectal muscles. I was getting the fuck of my life and she was getting louder. I must have been doing but 4 or 5 strokes a minute but suddenly she was cumming, and she was loud as her body jerked and vibrated and she fell forward pulling off of me and rolling to her side. She smiled up at me.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh that was IT! That's yours now until someone else takes it and they'll have to fight me." She said with a relieving sigh and grin that I didn't really understand.

My cock was as hard as I ever remember it as it shone from the lube and her juices in the candle and escaped daylight shimmers from the blinds.

"Jerk it off on me and we'll shower. I'll make you dinner." She whispered loud and sexy.

I didn't need coaxing; I wanted to get it off. Once I began to stroke myself she locked her eyes to mine and teased me.

"Your cock was like a pole up my behind, but it felt awesome. It found a spot you can't touch in my pussy. Now boil up that cum. Try to hit my mouth if you can. Stroke it, that greasy cock you dragged in and out of my ass. Is that why I catch men looking at my ass? Do they all want to fuck it? It hurts and burns, but it winds me up. Show me the cum you cooked in my tight ass. Did you feel me pulling at it while you fucked me?"

I could take no more of her tease, not the sexy look on her face. My balls emptied on her chest and one glob went to her upper lip and she quickly lapped it into her mouth. Seconds later while I knelt on the bed over her, my cock in hand and my head thrown back in my own personal ecstasy, I felt her move as she knelt up. Her arms crept around me mashing her cum coated tits to my chest.
  
"Let's go wash." She whispered.

Our shower was quiet for the first few minutes as she lathered and rinsed my chest and I sensed she felt uncomfortable by my silence. I was about to say something when she spoke.

"OK Dean, what's wrong? What did I do or say that has you so meditative? Was it the dirty talk? Am I going too fast for you? You know this is more about sex than anything right now, right? Come on Dean, open up." She said with a worried look.

"It bugged me that you were digging on the pain. I'm not into hurting you or anyone else. How can I, with clear conscience, hurt someone I thought I was falling in love with? The dirty talk goes back to the wanton fantasies of any man, wanting to hear a beautiful woman tease and coax them to orgasm. But . . . . . .  " I tried to start and explain until she interrupted me.

"Dean WAIT!" She said flipping the pause bar in the stall. "I'm not into pain or do I want you to hurt me for gratification, mine or yours. Having a big fat penis shoved up your ass is pretty intense, and can be pretty sexy too. But don't think for a second that it doesn't hurt, though. The pain isn't like hitting your thumb with a hammer or shutting your finger in the door. I can't describe it, but it is an intense feeling that rides on that cusp of intense pleasure and pain. How I deal with it is how it brings me pleasure, because despite how it feels, it hits a spot in my sex that doesn't happen any other way." She said as she shivered and flipped the hot spray back on.

She was looking deeply in my eyes for a reaction. Most everything in our relationship had been positive and I think we both saw a deal breaker here. But for now it wasn't to be. I smiled back to her and simply said, "I'm OK, then."

She hugged up to me and looked up to my eyes with a sexy pout.

"That's a big dick you have there and only one other one has ever been in me, and that one hurt too. I like it and we'll do it again, I promise. My orgasm from it is altogether different and very intense." She said as she kissed me in the spray.

Our kiss turned into a long wet neck making me wish I could get it up again so soon. If I did it would have hurt like hell to come but I had to tell her what I was thinking.

"I would love to get inside you to make love to you. So far we've fucked, but I really want to make love to you."

"I've been thinking that same thing. I think we just crossed a threshold. You are so special, but I have to tell you that I've already made love to you once. Sunday when I took you into my mouth the second time, I was making love to you. I was falling then. I just have so much sexual frustration to burn and I think you're very special Dean. I think we can be happy if we give ourselves a chance." She said cautiously, hoping she hadn't showed too much of her hand.

"I think we're going to the same place." I said confidently as I grabbed the soap and washcloth and finished washing her perfect body.

As she promised after we got out of the shower she told me she would prepare me dinner. She went to put on her pajamas when she spied my shirt where I had thrown it on the chair by her dressing table.

"I hope you don't mind if I wear your shirt while I prepare dinner. It'll be so Julia Roberts! God, she's so sexy and I've always wanted to feel that way." She giggled.

I shook my head and let her put on the shirt while I slipped on a pair of silk boxers I took from my blazer pocket. I had anticipated some après accolant time and my briefs were perfect to wear out under my clothes, but the silk made me feel sexy in the boudoir.

I went to her bar and found some Taylor Fladgate and asked if it was hers, and how she liked it.

"I do like it, but Harveys up with a lime would be my preference right now." She said with a smile as she was whipping together some cream based concoction.

"I really must not be much of a drinker; I don't see a huge difference between port and sherry." I told her.

She gave a final stir to what she had on the stove and checked the heat before she came to the bar to retrieve her drink after I found the lime in the bar fridge.

"Actually, there is no difference. Port and sherry are wines with brandy added to stabilize them for long journeys, like seafarers used to make. Port is traditionally made with Portuguese wine and Sherry is made with wines from Spain, at least their earliest versions in the 16th and 17th centuries." She told me authoritatively.

"Not only pretty, but smart too!" I smiled as I held my glass to her to clink. 

"My looks are somewhat of a curse; I wanted to be a history professor and was working toward my PhD when some modeling opportunities came up. The money was so great I thought I would put it on hold for a bit and then I got married and here I am. I make as much money or more than I could have as a professor, but it would have been a little more satisfying. I've tied my agents hands pretty good as to what he can commit me to. I won't do nude and I won't she my face in risqué underwear ads. I don't want the impression of either of my holes associated with my face to give any whack-off artists any ideas. I knew a model that was stalked and raped. Doing what I do I'm well known in the lingerie world and sought after quite a bit. I don't do endorsement ads, but I will appear in ads as an actress, but only for certain things. I've been offered to be in Viagra and Cialis ads, and condom ads. But mostly I've been the "active woman" you see in feminine product ads. You barely know it's me." She told me with a sense of pride, happy she wasn't just a bimbo who showed her body.

"You must do pretty well, though." I said with a questioning tone.

"Dean, I made over 400 K last year, but keep in mind that once I hit 35 or maybe even before, I may sag in the wrong spots and my earning power will diminish greatly. My agent wants me to do some movie extra parts where I might be topless or nude. Not as a main character, but strictly as an extra. I may have to resort to that someday. He's sown me hundreds of clips with parts I turned down and it wouldn't have been too humiliating. Playboy wanted me for a spread on lingerie models, but I didn't think Missy needed that if the word ever got out and around." She said as he rushed back to her potion in the kitchen.
  
I followed her in and lauded her ethics.

"You should be very proud of yourself. You've made your rules and kept to them and that money is nothing to squawk at. Just invest wisely and plan for the future."

"I've done that. You know, Missy's college fund is growing big, the house is paid for by my shit head ex-husband, plus he pays through the nose for support, but he can afford it. The fact he was so flush with money was probably why women tempted him."

"Don't make excuses for him. Your looks and personality would have kept 999 of a thousand men true to you. He was an asshole, especially when I see how sexy you are."

"I really can't blame myself there. We had sex almost everyday of our marriage. I just didn't know I was tasting some sluts pussy on his cock most of the time. He was well taken care of in that department." She said as she tested her sauce for thickness and added brandy from her cupboard along with a flurry of spices.

She asked me to move a pot with shells she peeled from prawns that had boiled into a shellfish stockbroth and she put on a burner, as well as heating the broiler. Once the water boiled she added a rice mai-fun type pasta to it and moved a tray of prawns from the refrigerator to the broiler. She painted them with what she called Basil Ghee and put them under the broiler. She added the mai-fun to the boiling stock she made from shells explaining that the near taste-less rice noodle easily absorbed any flavor you put it in. Moments later our plates adorned the mai-fun with brandied cheese sauce as a bed for broiled prawns. She served a white wine and took spinach soufflés from the convection oven and we had a gourmet meal fit for any king. (Again I asked myself WHY her husband would cheat on this, so far, perfect woman!)

Now, usually with a new sex partner you become infatuated with each others body for a few weeks and screw like horny monkeys until you get it out of your system. I already thought we were beginning this "breaking in" period where you spend non-sex hours making goo-goo eyes at each other before jumping each others bones again. While she sat wearing only my shirt, buttoned from her belly button down, and I wore but silk boxers we discussed wine vintages, housing markets, bills in the senate and the economy in general. Her knowledge of detail and fine points showed me just how smart she was and her brain was beginning to give me a hard on. I realized that I hadn't been out with anyone as smart as Dianna. Not that I always dated bimbos, but T and A always meant more than IQ in the past I guess. Dianna was the whole package and to my amazement, she was attracted to ME! Although I wish I hadn't asked as soon as the words left my lips, I did wonder aloud.

"What on earth made you attracted to me?" I asked to change the course of conversation.

"Well, you're handsome, but more than anything, self confident. You didn't try to pick me up, even though I was dressed in a sexy outfit. You looked past my clothes and my body and really talked to me. I mean at auto shows I get asked for my phone number or my card loads of times, even been invited to go out and check out guy's vans, or meet them after the show. You gave me YOUR number and you made me feel real safe for once with a guy I didn't really know. Your face and voice made me trust you and that was why I called you and met you at Mulligans the first time. The fact that people there seemed to know you made me feel safer about you. I had been there for lunch a few times, but never at night in the lounge. A serial killer wouldn't have been so public, hahaha. We just had fun together Dean. I'll admit that after the movie, the drink back at Mulligans and the kiss at my car that first date, my pussy ached for you. I never felt that way about anyone in so short a time." She told me blushing.

"I guess I felt an honesty about you as well," I told her. "When I saw you at the show you didn't seem to have that models blank look, you weren't vapid. When I asked you a question about the car you talked like you knew what you were talking about. It wasn't about you and I knew there was something behind your eyeballs besides space."

"OK, NOW you're trying to get in my pants, aren't you?" she giggled.

"What pants?" I said with a wink.

I got up from the head of the table and went to her side and she stood up. My arms went around her and cupped her ass and as we kissed I lifted her a bit and she quickly tightened her arms around my neck and picked up her feet and wrapped her legs around me. I walked with her clung to me to the back of her sofa and sat her down on it. It was the same one she wanted get bent over and fucked on a few nights ago, but she was facing me now. She went to reach between us to fit my cock into her pussy, but I stopped her and let her fall back as I went to my knees. I wanted to taste that pussy fresh from the shower with maybe a hint of my cum, but I didn't care. It was what I had to do right at that moment. This would be making love to her and then I would take her to the bed and lay her out with me mashed to her body to rut out a skin to skin orgasm and whisper my hopes and dreams of loving her in her ear.  Her ass was there for me resting on the top of the sofa and she had fallen back, her torso upside down, with her legs flailing in the air as I licked and sucked her pussy. Her clit was the most prominent I had ever sucked, and I have sucked a lot of them. The clit is the passport and gateway to every fantasy you might have with any woman. If you make that little ball of nerves happy her mind will open doors she might never have before considered. But that wasn't why I was there. I was beginning to worship this woman and wanted her to show her my devotion. How she could have remained chaste for the past year before me was unfathomable. I suppose many men would have thought she was unapproachable, but whatever the reason I was happy as I tasted her succulent juices as her torso gyrated under my tongue. She began to jerk and throw my mouth from its little pussy saddle and I knew the time had come to get my cock into that pussy and feel her spasms.

I raised my face from her wet split and stood extending my hands to her. She took them as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Grab around my neck!" I told her frantically as I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her from the sofa and walked slowly, as not to drop her, past the bar and into the bedroom. The candles had been long snuffed, and the sun provided little light from outside. Only the light from the hallway illuminated the bed as I pressed my knees to the mattress and let her fall from around my waist. I wanted to fall onto and into her right there, but she popped up quickly and grabbed for my cock and aimed it at her mouth, taking it deeper than she had any time and sucked it to the top. She lolled the head, seeming to load it with as much saliva as she could and fell back. No matter what happened with our relationship after that moment, I loved her AT that moment. When she looked at my cock and decided to get it wet and taste it, it wasn't for making the deed any easier afterward, it was because she lusted for me. Not just a cock, but me, and I wanted her just as badly. Nine times out of ten when I fuck a woman I'm usually standing behind her, or kneeling up between her legs so I can watch her writhe under me and cum. Right now I wanted to feel every inch of her body against mine, hear her breath and grunt in my ear, feel her fingers rake my back as she came while I made love to her.

Her mouth came off my cock and she looked up to me knowing she wanted the same thing I did. A thread of spittle strung from my cock to her lip as her doe like eyes looked at me to implore to be taken by the cock before her. I reached out and touched her shoulders and she began to lay back drawing her knees up and spreading her legs. As I fell into the nest she formed for me I needed no help finding the warm sheath of her pussy. I sunk into her and wrapped my arms around the top of her head and pressed my whole being against her and her arms curled around my back. I groaned loudly in her ear as she blew out her lungs at my intrusion into mine. Although her body had little time to fully accustom itself to the fattest and hardest cock I had ever proffered a woman, I was pounding her as slaps from our juncture rang through the room. I knew that in my 30 plus years I had never fucked a woman like that. She sounded like an animal in my ear, an animal being devoured by a predator, and when she came her fingers dug into my back and her hips tried to pin themselves to me to stop the carnage, but I was much too strong and my will too focused on prolonging her ecstasy. Although it was a cool day and the room was filled with airy currents from the open casements, we were both covered and slick with sweat as our passion heated. Suddenly I could take no more. I felt a quick stir in my balls and I was pushing my orgasm up my cock shaft. I held that first shot to sensitize my sex muscle before unleashing it into her and she must have felt the passionate splash within her as I cried out into her ear. I rutted on her until my poor tired cock could take no more of the squishy squeezing her pussy was doing to me. I stopped and rested most of my weight on her as I huffed and puffed in her ear..

"Oh my God, I think I'm falling in love with you Dianna. I've never felt this much connection and passion." I admitted out loud in a whisper, even surprising myself.

"Those are easy words to say with our sweat and sex juice mixing between us, but I think I feel the same vibe Dean. It feels so right. Oh God." She whispered still panting from her orgasm.

I rolled off her and we both lay exhausted on her bed, not quite falling asleep, but lying in a dead stare stupor for probably a half hour. If the same thoughts that ran through my mind like a rushing train were going through hers it was going to be a fulfilling 10 days alone together. Not only did I want to satisfy her sexually, I wanted to make her smile and laugh. I wanted to bring happiness in to her life after she was cheated out of what should have been an idyllic marriage. She had the daughter she loved and a career she could control and make great money with, plus the man she loved and trusted her future to. When it came crashing down in a barrage of cheating and lies to find out that the sexual love she enjoyed so was but "seconds" for him, she was devastated. Instead of wallowing in self-pity she pulled herself off the mat and set a course. She was tempted, by unwilling to stray from what she sought after. Once I came up on her screen she would let little deter from making the most of what she felt was her golden opportunity. Even though she knew I may have fallen from the same mold as her ex as far as my "run-around" status she knew enough to judge my character, and I can tell you, she didn't make a mistake there. I may be a lot of things, but liar and cheater? No way.

"What should we do tomorrow?" she said breaking our stupored silence.

I leaned up on one elbow and looked her in her eyes and then scanned down her perfect body. Even lying there in my unbuttoned shirt, pushed half way up her back and her hair astray from our animal rutting, she was beautiful.

"Have you ever heard of Boldt Castle on Heart Island?"

"I've never heard of Heart Island."

"It's on the St. Lawrence just off Alex Bay, only an hour and a half from here. This guy Boldt bought the island and built a castle on it to give to his wife on Valentines Day, her birthday. He started construction in 1900 and just months before he was to give it to her on 1905 she died of a heart attack or something. He was heartbroken and abandoned the unfinished castle until the state bought the island 75 years later. They finished construction and now it's a tourist attraction. But I bet it would be romantic to go through it. There are all sorts of stories and legends about it. We could leave early and still be back here by 7 or 8 to go to dinner and then come back here, or go to my place for the night." I explained to sell her on the idea.

"OK," she said. "The ride would be nice and give us a chance to talk alone together. Is it really a castle?"

"I haven't seen it in years, but yes it is a castle. Hey, aren't we alone together now?" I wondered.

"In the car we won't have the clutter of sex; you know, stray penises and breasts bobbing around to distract us." She said giggling.

"Oh, I don't know," I said with a leer. "Ever heard of road head?"

"THAT,  . . . will NOT happen!" She said with a stern grin. "Did you ever see The World According to Garp?

I shook my head, not having seen the movie.

"Let's just say it would change your mind forever about "road head". Besides that doesn't seem very romantic and haven't we gotten all the horny sex out of the way?" She wondered aloud.

She was right, we had gotten all of the horny sex out of the way and had entered the making love stage. I was falling hard for this woman who was beautiful beyond my wildest dreams and she seemed to feel the same way about me. I kept waiting for something to happen that would say to me "Oh THAT'S the reason why we aren't compatible", but as I got in deeper in a short time I wasn't hearing that little voice.
We had "seen" each other on and off for about 2 months, a date here and a date there. But the last 3 weeks had been a whirlwind, and the last 5 days a downright tornado. 

We spent the next 72 hours, both awake and asleep, together. We made the romantic trip to Boldt's Castle and saw how love could drive a man to the brink of passion and depression. Both were part of the territory and I was facing up to accepting that part of the relationship. Dealing with the pain of losing your love was something easier to accept as you got on in years and life entered its twilight stage. But because it might happen at a time you might least expect it was no reason to shy from the inevitability of love if the feeling so struck you.

We spoke about it on the trip back and when I pulled into an overlook on the trip back home we got into a deep clench and neck, partly out of the fear that this great feeling could end. She felt and tasted so good I wanted to make love to her right there, and I told her that in a whisper. She responded by breaking from my hold and looking around the area for others before reaching to my crotch and feeling my cock through my pants. Satisfied I was hard enough and we were alone she fished my cock from my button fly and hungrily and noisily gave me the "in Park" version of "road head". Her lips, mouth, and tongue tore into me like a woman possessed and had me near the brink in no time. She was anxious to finish me before other motorist stopped, but also to satisfy her hunger to taste me. She may have avoided tasting her lovers spunk in the past, telling me "it never happened intentionally", but she had quickly developed a taste for me. I could have lasted another 10 minutes of her ministrations but we were both keenly aware of being interrupted. As I preened her red hair and told her how good it felt and how much I enjoyed her act of love she lifted her lips from me for just a moment to say "jerk him into my mouth". She later told me that the pressure of trying to finish before someone else came along was sapping her enjoyment. I added my hand to her ministrations for but 20 or 30 seconds before I exploded into her mouth and she finished the job. She sat up and back into her seat and looked at me with a shy smile.

"After all the stories you hear and all, and I did my share of "parking", I've never done that in a car. I was real exciting, but stop somewhere to get me a drink and then take me to your house and screw the daylights out of me." She said reaching over to pet my leg a bit as I stuffed myself back into my jeans.

At that point I would have dove off the overlook if she asked me. I liked getting my cock sucked, but I had just had the most erotic blowjob of my life and the fact it was her, and she enjoyed it so, made it memorable. As the road curled back to the interstate it took you into a rest area with comfort stations and soda machines. She washed down my load with an Orange Crush and we were on our way


