The previous story ended with Glen, Lydia and Harold sitting in the kitchen at the McPhersons', enjoying some hearty food after their very first joint love making.
Lydia had promised Harold that she would take care of him again after they would have recovered from their exertions.
Harold soon became restless, and he shuffled uncomfortably to accommodate his firm erection.
Lydia teased him by pretending not to notice and by allowing the top of her gown to reveal her impressive cleavage.
This brought the young man to the edge of despair. His begging eyes sought hers and he pondered about acceptable ways to remind her of her promise.
Lydia however became aroused too when she noticed the ardent desire for her in the eyes of her young lover.
Eventually, upon a furtive prompt from Glen, she rose and took Harold by the hand.
"Come," she laughed, "I will put you out of your misery, my eager lover."
Harold stood up and, blushing profusely, was happy to let Lydia drag him along.
This time Lydia took him to the lounge.
She led him towards a wide lounge chair where she unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers; Harold kicked them away.
His heavy, swollen penis swinging as he moved.
"Now sit down," Lydia ordered, "This time I am going to fuck you, and I am going to fuck you from above!"
She stood before Harold, took off her gown and let him look at her.
She untied her high bun and shook her thick hair free. Her large breasts swayed by her shaking.
Harold felt a wild desire racing through his body when he saw Lydia naked again. "Oh God, you are so beautiful, Lydia," he whispered, "I could look at you all day."
"You may...but later," Lydia laughed, "for now there is work to do. I can't wait. But thanks for the compliment."
She knelt and took his penis in her hand. "For this position, it needs to be very stiff, lest I hurt you."
Lydia squeezed the swollen member gently and took the glans in and out of her mouth a few times.
Harold moaned softly and had started gasping. His erection became painfully hard now.
"Good! Lack of stiffness will definitely not be a problem here,' Lydia said approvingly.
She herself was now very aroused and just wanted only one thing, and she wanted it now!
"Now lean back, won't you, and let me do the work," she ordered. Harold lay down in a half upright position, reclining into the huge chair.
Lydia spread her legs and knelt down on the front edge of the chair over the young man's lower body. With one hand she supported herself on an armrest and with the other she grasped Harold's penis. She pulled the glans between her labia and then, slowly, very slowly knelt further down. She was sopping wet by now and the rock-hard penis slid in without a hitch.
Harold could see his member fully disappearing under Lydia's opulent belly. His heart was pounding, and he grasped Lydia, first by her sides and then by her buttocks.
