Thanks to Cambria Rose in editing this story.
I noticed that she hadn't moved since I went to the master bath to take a shower. She was on her back, with her head resting on my pillow. The little make-up that she had worn to meet me was long gone. Her eyes were glassy; her cheeks were red and her lips slightly swollen.
Val was particularly proud of her C-cup breasts. They stood out, with her pointy nipples bright red. I suspected that they would be very sore, when she encased them in a bra the next morning.
Her legs were slightly spread with her bald pussy, enflamed ruby red lips and a stream of my cum on full display.
If she had turned over and opened her spectacular nineteen year old ass cheeks, I would have seen an equally well used asshole and another stream of cum.
"Do I really need to leave?"
"You know you do," was my answer.
"I can't believe you have a date with my Mom, right after you spend a couple of hours fucking me."
I smiled, shrugged and started to get dressed.
"Can we do this again?" Val asked.
"I'm surprised you want to."
Val thought for a moment and then said, "I couldn't go through this every day, but the orgasms you gave me, were incredible. I want more of those."
She smiled and sighed and climbed out of the middle of my king size bed. It took her less than a minute to pull her black tee shirt over her head, step into a pair of short jean shorts and fasten it at her waist and pull on a pair of flip-flops.
As Val finished dressing, I went to her, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. When our lips parted, she laughed and said, "It's nice to know you can be gentle too!"
I laughed, kissed her lips again and told her, "I can be very gentle ... very loving, but that's not what you wanted or needed."
Her face blushed. She stood on her toes and kissed me for the last time. Together we walked to the front door. Val walked to her car and began her 90 minute drive back to her campus dorm room and I went to straighten up the bedroom and change the sheets to remove the traces of my romp with Val.
I'm Chris. I'm a 45 year old widower and have been single for the last four years. I'm an even six feet, 180lbs, clean-cut and in good physical shape. I'm an attorney by education, but early in my career, my family convinced me to take over the family's third generation building supply business. It was the best decision of my life.
I had been monogamous since I met my wife as a junior in college and through a one year grieving process after her death. Since then, I've had an ongoing series of friends-with-benefits type relationships.
One of my current friends is Lori McMichael. She's a cute, athletic thirty seven year old, part-time aerobics instructor. Lori stands 5'3", has strawberry blonde hair that is stylish and reaches her shoulders. Her body is well toned and athletic and shows off natural B-cup breasts, a slim waist-line and a drop-dead gorgeous bottom and legs. And oh – by the way, Lori is married to her high school sweetheart.
I also date Ginny Tomlin. Ginny is once divorced and currently engaged. She is forty-one and the nurse at our local high school. Ginny is almost as tall as my six feet. She's thin with A-cup tits, a long frame and legs. She has long brown hair and is a bit of a tomboy.
It's also interesting that Lori and Ginny are best friends.
One week earlier:
It was a rainy Saturday and business was slow. I had let all but two of the staff head home. We were killing time, till closing, when I heard the "ding" of a text coming through.
I'll admit that I'm not a huge fan of texting. As a businessman, it's just one more type of communication that needs to be tracked. I turned my phone over, punched in the password and saw a message from an unfamiliar number.
My first thought, when I opened the message and saw a photo was, "I didn't know you could text pictures."
My second thought was, "That's a beautiful pussy."
And after examining the pussy and widely spread legs, my third thought was, "I've never seen this bald wet pussy before."
Under the picture was a message that said, "Chris - Do you think your horse cock would fit in my tight pussy?"
As I was trying to decide if I would answer, another photo came through. The picture showed a naked woman standing with her back to a mirror. The figure held a camera-phone over her shoulder. I couldn't see her face, as the flash obscured her features. She was thin, young, athletic, and very sexy, with light brown hair that hung down her back. The message attached asked, "Or in my virgin ass?"
As much as the pictures were turning me on, I was a middle aged guy and the woman in the pictures appeared to be in her early twenty's.
"How old are you?" I wrote back.
Almost instantly a new text appeared that said, "Old enough to want a big cock!"
"That's not an answer," I texted.
"I'm nineteen, legal, horny and want a big cock stuffed down my throat, fucking my tight pussy and cumming in my unused ass"
I decided to change course and wrote back, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm average size."
"No you're not. You are nine inches, really thick and can fuck for hours!"
I'll admit I was perplexed. This person was exactly right. I dated. I had regular sex with a couple of friends-with-benefits, but all were close to my age. I had no idea who was texting me.
I decided to ignore any future texts and deleted the current grouping from my phone.
I finished my day in the office, took a short nap when I got home and was sipping a beer when my phone rang. I answered, talked to a friend and after hanging up, I noticed a string of instant messages from that afternoon's number.
I flipped through a series of pictures showing a faceless woman deep throating a fat pink dildo. The first showed a tongue touching the tip of the plastic toy. In the next picture, her lips were slightly parted and half the mushroom head penetrated her lips. The third picture had half the eight inch cock in her mouth. The fourth showed three fingers holding the end of the toy, while the remainder was stuffed into her throat. The only change in the fifth photo was her tongue sticking from between her lips and licking the plastic balls. That last message said, "I wish this was your cock."
I have to admit, I wished it was my cock too. I flipped through the pictures a couple of times and was feeling increasingly horny each time.
I had a long week and had decided to stay in on Saturday night. However, after seeing the photos of the nineteen year old deep throating the giant dildo, I decided to see if I could get a little action.
I had fucked Lori earlier in the week, so I phoned Ginny instead. Her cell phone went directly to voicemail. I didn't identify myself and just asked, "Can you come over for a quickie?"
