What has transpired before in Elmira Graduate 2:
After another night with his classmate's mother, they arranged to spend all of Friday together. This beautiful African-American mother got divorced due to her husband's affairs because she did not like sex. This has all changed now, as the story continues.
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The next two days seemed to drag, but Friday at 8:15 Walter was out the door and on the path down to the road near Marjorie's house. He was waiting under a tree for 15 minutes before she showed up in the BMW. He hopped in so quickly it was like she had hardly stopped.
"Where to?" she asked.
"Drive up to the lake, then drive east on shore drive." he instructed her. "We'll be there in about 45 minutes." It was then that Walter looked over at this African-American mother. At a quick glance she looked like she was dressed for work. She was wearing a grey blazer and long black skirt, but beneath the blazer was some sort of black lace top and the slit in the skirt was open far enough to see the tops of her gartered stockings. The stockings were back-seamed and provided a line that your eyes could not help but follow down her legs to high-heel sandals. She was more that beautiful: she was sultry, a simmering sexiness that was waiting to burst into conflagration.
The problem was she was not dressed to go to the boat. Her business dress and high heels would be very noticeable in the yacht club setting. Couple that with her skin color (very few blacks at the club) and the fact she worked for Kodak (30% of the club members worked for Kodak as managers in some level of the company) made the boat suddenly not a good idea.
"You look so good, that I can't take you to the boat." Walter told her. "You are definitely way too hot to be climbing aboard a sailboat without the entire county noticing."
"OK baby," she pouted. "Do you want me to take you home?"
"Not after seeing you like that!" he exclaimed. "You
do
look good enough to eat!"
"I have an idea." She pulled to the side of the road, picked up her car phone and dialed. "This is Ms Slade. Is Guest One available for today and tomorrow? OK, how about Guest Two? That will work. I'll make sure the customer is out by noon so you can turn-around the cottage...no, just refill freezer & bar. Oh, and open the garage door. Thank you." She hung up her phone.
"So where are we going?" he asked.
"Just wait and see." She smiled. "Now it's my surprise." She turned towards the city. In just a few moments they were on East Avenue among the fancy turn-of-the-century houses. They drove past the George Eastman house and then turn onto the next street. She turned through a side gate he realized they were driving into the Eastman House property. She drove on the gravel drive through the gardens and into an open door in the old carriage-house/garage.
"It's not generally known but the back cottage and the carriage house upstairs are guest suites maintained by Kodak for visiting VIPs." She explained as she turned off the car. "I have put a number of business guests up here but never stayed here myself. I've always wanted to."
"Why?"
"I love the Colonial-Revival style of the architecture," she answered as she got out of the car. "And I love imagining myself living here after the turn of the century, when women
and
blacks were just discovering some freedom and independence."
"Who else have your brought here?" Walter asked with a smile as he followed her up the stairs. He did not really care but felt like teasing her just a bit. She turned towards him at the top stair.
"Are you implying that I might be a 'loose woman'?" She asked him rhetorically. "For your information, I have only brought business clients here before. And I
never
mix business relationships with personal relationships. As a lawyer, I know exactly what can happen when you do that."
"So I have the wonderful opportunity to fulfill one of your fantasies?" he asked, moving to just an inch from her face.
"Yes," she answered, with lust in her eyes. "But do not disappoint me."
"Milady, I will do his utmost to ensure you are not disappointed, but pleasured in every way possible."
"Then let's go take the edge off." She grabbed his hand and led him through the parlor and down the hall past the dinning room and kitchen to the bedroom. The young man just caught fleeting glances of some wonderful period decorating, with ornate decorations and furniture. Marjorie obviously was ready for sex and as soon as they reached the bedroom she turned quickly to him.
"Undress me!" she said. "I wore this outfit just for you, but please hurry. I need you so much right at this moment." He undid her jacket and was surprised; the only thing under her jacket was a black satin and lace corset. Walter carefully put the jacket on a nearby armchair, then reached down to undo her skirt as she watched him. He unzipped the skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her garters and stockings. Then taking her hand, he helped her step out of the skirt, and she did a perfect toe-point pirouette.
"Do you like what you see?" She asked him.
"Very much!" She smiled, then started pulling his clothes off in a rush. As soon as his clothes were in a pile on the floor, she led him to the bed and pushed him down. She plopped down on the bed next to him and kissed him and stroked his cock.
"You have a nice shaft. It suits you, baby" as she leaned over to take it between her satin-covered breasts. She rubbed the satin and lace fabric over his shaft, until a drop of pre-cum oozed out, leaving a dark spot just below her breast. She kissed his belly and worked her way down until she licked the shaft a bit. She looked up and smiled, then took the young man's cock in her mouth and went to work.
Walter looked down to watch the black woman's head bobbing in his lap. She was blowing him quickly as her head jerked up and down.
"Feel how wet you make him," she said as she rolled over on her knees. He slipped a finger down and found her pussy was quite damp and slick.
"Ohhhhhh...baby, that feels nice. I like sucking your hot meat. You feel so good in my mouth." He couldn't believe his ears. This definitely was not the "lady" he had met just a few days ago. Not only had she become much more aggressive, but her language was becoming almost whorish. Not that it was a problem, but it was more of a turn-on. He felt the first stirring of his orgasm as she took him deep in her throat.
"I'm…starting…You better stop…I'm"
"Uh huh…uh huh," she grunted. "Give it up, honey." Walter couldn't believe she was going to let him cum in her mouth. He curled his toes and blew his first load as the wave of pleasure washed over him. Thick strands of cum poured out of his cock as the thrust his hips. Marjorie never let up and swallowed it as his thick, salty cum as quickly as it filled her mouth.
"Baby" she drawled, "That was a lot of cum. Have you been saving it for me?" she asked with a wicked smile. He nodded his ascent. "Here, let me clean you up." Slowly and delicately he sucked and licked the little bit of cum she missed off his cock. When she was finished, she sat up with her back on the pillows.
"Your turn, baby doll." Marjorie said as she spread her smooth legs apart and motioned the young man to get on his knees. He could smell her pussy and took a lick, tasting her clean flavor with a hint of musk. He licked and kissed her labia and she grew impatient.
"Oh, baby….please….up….don't make me beg…" Walter licked her labia from top to bottom but that still do not get to the point she wanted. She spread her legs wider and reached down expose her clit, then put a hand on his head and moved his mouth onto it.
"Oh! There, yes, right there…mmmm" she gasped. "Lick it harder…yes…suck it…mmmmmmm…yes...lick it again…." She guided his head to apply his tongue to the spots she wanted.
"Put a finger in me." She commanded. "OHHHHHHH! Yes, fuck me with it. Keep licking while you do that….baby doll…..give me two…" He slipped a second finger in her wet, sweet pussy and gently moved two fingers in and out while he lapped at her clit. Marjorie put her legs on his shoulders and ran her fingers through his hair. Her orgasm was building and she squeezed his head and started to push her hips into his face.
"I'm cumming...eat it, eat me….I'M CUMMING!" Marjorie started to wail loudly as she went over the edge. Walter found it hard to breathe because her hands, legs and hips had his face pinned hard against her as her cunt juices squirted out. She finished her climax and her grip on the boy began to relax. She lay there a moment, her chest rising and falling as she recovered. Walter backed away and rose to his knees.
"Walter, sweetie…that felt so nice," She purred. "Damn that was good. I have been thinking about that orgasm for too long." Walter knelt on the bed and looked at her and she finally leaned up to kiss him.
She got off the bed and led him to the bathroom, where she washed them both with a wash cloth. Marjorie grabbed a large towel, and then, hand in hand, they walked to the parlor. She laid the towel out on the couch, and they sat on the couch chatting, touching and kissing until his erection returned. Marjorie smiled at how her young lover could quickly recover and be ready again. She was ready for more.
She straddled the boy and eased his hard cock inside her. The hard shaft felt incredible as it slid up her slick pussy. This hard cock of a man less than half her age inside her left her feeling decedent. She rode him slowly, feeling his cock fill her up as the shaft brushed her clit. While the sensation was nice, Marjorie needed deeper penetration. She eased off the young man again and laid flat on the couch. She put her legs on his shoulders as he lined his cock up again.
"I want to see it," she growled. "I want to see your cock in me." He pushed his cock back inside her inflamed pussy.
