Esther Watson was lounging in her bath; she had never in her life felt as good, or as satisfied as she was right now. She had thought back to when she might have done, but if she had, then it was a long time ago. Esther was wallowing in hot water lashed with scented oils; he was downstairs making her coffee.
It was almost 12 noon, she had just got out of bed, or rather, she had just been allowed to. He had been screwing her since 7am this morning. He had run the bath for her, laced it with the oils, come back, picked her up in his powerful arms, carried her into the bathroom and gently lowered her in.
He had kissed her lovingly, toyed with her wonderfully abused nipples, tickled her now equally abused and suddenly well used pussy. Then told her to stay right where she was and he'd be right back with her coffee. She heard him climbing back up the stairs, and then the door opened and in he came.
She stared at him in wonder, "How could he do that?" she thought, "how can he, after what he's been doing to me all morning, how does he do it?" What was she thinking about to herself, was staring right back at her, right in her face as he approached her smiling. She wasn't looking at his face; she was looking the deep red bulbous mushroom that had devastated her for most of the morning.
His prick was popping its head at her as if to say, 'hello, its meeeeee, I'm baaaaaack!' On the other side of the beautiful angry head, was seven inches of steel, all made from flesh, thick powerful flesh. Behind that spreading outwards was a dark brown forest of hair, reaching almost to his navel, and touching the top part of his legs.
This is what Esther's eyes were fixed on, as they followed the bobbing and weaving head as he neared her. It hypnotised the gorgeous woman, it tantalised and teased, and it tempted and thrilled her completely. But incongruously, until about 5 hours ago, she had never even seen it.
Now, it, and its owner, captivated her entirely, he had taken her completely, used her totally, fucked her manically, then made love to her in a way she hadn't known. And he had left her more satisfied than she could ever remember. And she also knew him to be a nice person; she had known him for 12 years"
Esther was forty two years old, her rapist, seducer, now lover was nineteen. Esther was a gorgeous woman, full of life, still in her prime. And she was desired by any man lucky enough to have been fixed with her deep dark eyes. Her face was an attraction unfettered, full lipped and unblemished complexion, high cheek boned and utterly enticing.
The 5ft 8" completely feminine woman had a body to die for as far as any red blooded man was concerned, she was voluptuous, and full bodied. She knew that any man worth his salt, prefers something to get hold of, and Esher had that in abundance. Her weight would embarrass a lot of women, she was around 155lbs, but it was all in the right places.
Esther was a 38C on a good day, sometimes she felt a 40, but her waist line was where it was supposed to be, and her child bearing hips were a hot man's dream. Her long legs were where her height came from, and were pivotal to her looks. They tapered, on tiny feet and in tremendous shape; her calves were symmetrical giving them luscious sleek lines.
She was and had been a very sexual woman all her life, and over the twenty years she had been married, she had stepped out twice. She had regarded them as exciting from a naughty perspective, but errors in judgement never the less. Now she knew she would never regard this as a mistake, partly because she had had no say in the early morning proceedings, and mostly because of how he had made her feel.
Her long dark hair was hanging over the rolled edge of the bath, her fantastically, and naturally shaped eyebrows arched, her breasts simmering just under the still hot water, deep brown nipples poking through. Her lips quivered at what she was looking at, he put the coffee on the tiled edge to the wall.
Her hand came out of the water to capture it as he leaned over, Esther turned her lovely head, kissed, licked, then sucked it, she tasted him for the first time, and then herself on it. Her eye closed blissfully as he stayed where he was and let her bring him on. He was still naked, her other warm hand left the water and cupped his balls, his knees sagged in wonder.
She had been sound asleep alone in her bed, Esther was a freelance writer, and had stayed home this weekend to work on the book she was writing in conjunction with another writer. Her husband, son, and daughter had gone off for the holiday weekend the previous afternoon. They would be away all four days of the holiday, returning on the afternoon of the fourth day.
Now it was Friday noon, she was in her bath, and sucking a young man's cock for him, and she was absolutely loving, and revelling in it. She had woken lazily and sleepily this morning, to see the sun streaming through her rear and south facing bedroom windows. She had glanced at the clock, and felt her husband squeeze a nipple.
In her sleepy mind she mumbled something and he had squeezed it again, it had been about three or more weeks since her and Geoff, her husband, had made love, so she was more than ready for it. "A girl doesn't turn down chances at your age," she would tell herself laughingly.
And the fingers teasing her nipples were so warm and lovely, she felt them grow instantly. They had always been the bane of her life, so sensitive, and needful. She only had to catch them sometimes, and she would literally turn somersaults. And today it seemed, was one of those days, her pussy warmed up with them too.
She used to laugh sometimes to herself, when she knew they were acting up, she would pick a man, or a boy out, in a shop, a bar, or anywhere, and say to him in her head. "Did you know that if you were to walk up to me, squeeze these, you could screw me any way you wanted!"
He was warm against her; she could feel him between her legs, "he's hard!" she thought, "Ooooh lovely!" Esther put her hand behind her and took a hold of him. "Wow, is he ready or what?" she exclaimed in her head, and began to roll over; he moved in close and mumbled, 'uh uh.' Esther turned her hand around to get a better hold, and she was impressed by Geoff's hard on.
He tweaked each nipple, and pushing his left arm under her and fingered her pussy, she lifted her leg to let him in, and in he went, his fingers were brilliant, she was turned on immediately. "Ooooh don't stop, I'll kill you if you do, you teasing naughty boy!" she told him over her shoulder. He kissed her neck, bit her shoulder, and Esther was in heaven.
