After my buddy, Patrick, retired from the Coast Guard at 45 years old, he needed to find something to do with his time. His wife still worked full time and his daughters were both in college so, after a few weeks of lazing around and enjoying retirement followed by a couple of months of playing a lot of golf, he started trying to figure out what to do with all of his free time. Eventually, he bought a franchise of a little shop that sold smoothies and coffee. Of course, being ex-military, he had that place running like clockwork so he still had time to play golf a few times a week. When his girls were home for the summer, since that was their busy season, they both worked in the shop.
He'd been bugging me since he'd retired to come out and play some golf so we finally came up with a ten day stretch where he'd be able to get away from the shop since his girls would be there but it wouldn't be too god-awful hot and humid yet. We spent the night I arrived catching up and smoking cigars and drinking beer but we had a tee time for late the next morning, scheduled for after he'd opened the shop. We had a great round of golf on that first outing but Patrick was not in great shape and it showed though, really, no one in his family was very fit. His wife was quite heavy and their girls I would call curvy with Patrick somewhere in between. Maybe he'd been in denial until we were together and playing like we used to because I was still in pretty decent shape. He made a comment about it later that evening when we were hanging out at the house and I told him not to worry about it because real women have curves. His reply was worded such that his younger daughter, Madison, chastised him for his language.
We had another tee time for around the same time the next morning, again after Patrick and his older daughter, Samantha, had opened the shop. I had the opportunity to sleep in, which was good because I was still adjusting to the time difference between my home in Colorado and Patrick's home in South Carolina. His wife, Barbara, went off to work and he and Sam headed out to open the shop, leaving me in bed but not alone in the house since Madison was still there, too. I wasn't asleep because they hadn't exactly been quiet as they'd gone about their morning routines but that was okay because I was feeling pretty well rested. I wasn't sure that what ended up happening would have happened if I'd been sound asleep and snoring. I had closed the door when I'd gone to bed, knowing that they would be up earlier than I planned to be, so I rolled over toward it as I heard the knob turning. The door opened and Madison first looked in then, seeing that I was awake, stepped into the room. She was wearing a robe and looked like she'd just rolled out of bed.
"Hey there," I said, "Good morning."
"Hi," she replied, "I wanted to ask you about something you said last night."
"Yeah, sure," I said, "What's up?"
"I know you were just busting on my dad when you said real women have curves," she said, "but would you consider me a real woman?"
She opened her robe as she was speaking, revealing that she was naked beneath it, then let it drop to the floor. This was entirely unexpected but I found myself instantly rigid. It was late enough in the morning that there was plenty of sunlight coming into the room, despite the blinds still being closed. She had such a nice, curvy figure as well as big boobs and a neatly groomed light brown bush. Rather than tell her what I thought, I showed her by flipping the covers back and revealing to her not only that I was naked but also the effect that she'd quickly had on me. Her eyes went wide and she moved closer to the bed while I'm sure my eyes went even wider than they already had, watching her naked figure coming toward me.
"Do we have time for this?" I asked, absolutely not wanting to get caught by Patrick with one of his daughters.
"We've got plenty of time," she replied, reaching for my cock and gently stroking it, "Remember that my dad is retired military so everything has a routine and is timed down to the minute."
I reached out and ran my finger along her slit, finding her overflowing with juices, which made me want to devour her sweet young pussy. I had her join me on the bed, lying on her back where I had been, as I moved down between her spread legs. I gazed over her naked body before lowering my face toward her pussy, lying on my stomach but having to angle my cock to the side because it was so stiff. She moaned loudly as I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her copious juices. I love to eat pussy, especially a pussy I'd never eaten before, so I wanted to enjoy this for as long as I could and I intended to draw out the pleasure she was feeling as well. She was at least 18 or 19 since she was in college, but it had been a long time since I'd eaten a teenager's pussy.
I spent some time slurping up her juices while she moaned continuously before I slipped a finger into her snug, slippery pussy and focused my tongue on her clit. This had her moaning even louder and she began to writhe and rock her hips. I glanced up along her body, noting that her tits, despite their size, were pointed toward the ceiling and the look on her face suggested that she was experiencing a high level of pleasure. I was grateful for this opportunity, not only to enjoy eating her sweet, young pussy, but also because I was pretty confident that I'd be exploring her entire soft, curvy body. I was in no rush, though, because I was fully aware that what she'd said about Patrick's military habits was absolutely true and that we had plenty of time before he'd be back at the house.
I wouldn't have thought it possible but, the longer I was eating her pussy, the hotter and wetter it was becoming. I was looking forward to slipping my cock into her as well as getting my hands on her big tits; maybe even slipping my cock between those big beauties. I didn't necessarily rush her toward an orgasm as I was considering the many other things we could do because I still wanted to savor eating her pussy in case this was my only opportunity. Regardless, however, she was obviously building toward an orgasm based on how much louder she was moaning, how much wetter her pussy was getting and how she was arching her back while her body was tensing up. I probably could have made an effort to draw things out a bit longer but I didn't want to deny her the orgasm that she was clearly getting so close to achieving. Instead, I was just trying to make sure she experienced the highest level of pleasure that I could provide.
Right before she started cumming, she went rigid and silent for a moment then cried out and her entire body was shaking. I continued to lick and suck her clit while sliding my finger in and out of her pussy, which was now flooded with even more lubrication. Her orgasm was long and appeared to be highly pleasurable so I just kept up what I was doing until she finally went still and silent, lying there with her chest heaving as she was catching her breath. I got up on my knees and, as I was watching her big tits heaving with each breath, I figured out how to make the most of the time as she was recovering. Still on my knees, I straddled her and lay my cock between her tits, then brought them together against it while I slid it between them. Her areolas were large and her nipples thick and hard so I was running my thumbs over them as I held and fucked the soft, smooth flesh.
She had opened her eyes once I'd straddled her but they were a bit glazed and she hadn't said anything yet. I didn't want to blow a load on her chest before I'd had a chance to slip into her snug pussy so, once her head appeared to have cleared, I released her tits and moved off to one side of her. I suggested that she roll over and stick her ass up in the air then I moved around, kneeling behind her. I ran my hands over her full, round ass before guiding my cock toward her pussy and slipping it into her from behind. We both moaned as I held her waist and eased the full length of my stiff cock into her until my hips were pressed against her ass. Her pussy was so snug yet, because she was still overflowing with juices, I easily slid in and it felt outstanding. Based on the volume of her moan, it felt pretty damn good to her, too.
I started to slowly slide my cock in and out of her, still holding her waist, and watching her ass jiggle each time my hips tapped against it. Fucking her felt so good that I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to last and I knew I'd only be able to maintain a slow pace for so long. Fortunately, I had another idea; I noticed that Madison was supporting herself on both arms so I suggested that she reach under herself and caress her clit. She reached back, supporting herself on just one arm, then lowered her head down onto the bed. I slipped my own hands forward from her waist to cup her luscious tits, which made my cock even harder than it already had been. I know this not just because I could feel it but also because she let out a long moan at about the same time. Of course, this could have been from stimulating her clit but it seemed to coincide with my hands on her boobs.
I was gradually fucking her harder and faster while fondling her boobs as she was presumably giving her clit a good rubbing so I was less concerned by this point that I'd be cumming too quickly. I'd eaten her pussy, fucked her tits and was now fucking her snug, slippery pussy so I'd have been fine if that's all we ended up accomplishing but I definitely wanted more if we could manage it. Fortunately, having her caress her clit seemed to be doing the trick to help her along. Once again, I didn't necessarily want her to cum quickly but I knew that, if she did, we could switch things up and she'd very likely cum again. I didn't think she was really going to care if there wasn't a long, slow build-up as long as she had another highly pleasurable orgasm or two.