All participants in sex are 18 or older.
This is a short ending, it was too long for part two, so I made it into part three.
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I called Glenda Monday explaining the situation and that Tuesday would be our last time, but, I had talked with Todd and he said he'd be calling her within a week, I could hear excitement in her voice as the call ended. Ceel and I didn't see each other Monday night, we did text just before bed making plans to see a movie Tuesday evening. I arrived at Glenda's Tuesday just after nine, she looked amazing, all dolled up, sexy red sheer stockings that I knew would be held in place with garters, a knee length dress that flared outward, tight bodice pushing her tits inward and upward. She'd gone out of her way to look inviting.
My cock responded immediately, smiling as she looked down she moved to me, with one hand behind my neck drawing me in for a kiss the other hand began sliding up and down the front of my jeans. Pulling back she purred into my ear, "Is this all for me Johnny? Glenda has a very hungry pussy today, do you have lots of cream for me?" I nodded. "Good boy, let's go in the bedroom and take these clothes off, I need your cock inside me."
In the bedroom she turned for me to unzip her, as the dress fell from her shoulders I cupped the pushup lace bra and squeezed the way she liked, then pinched the nipples as she liked, when the dress hit the floor I was looking over her shoulder into the mirror. Holding up her stockings was a pair of what looked like silk burgundy panties with garters attached, I groaned and pushed my stiff dick against her soft inviting ass.
"I thought you'd like these panties, I've had them for years, they did the same thing to my hubby that they're doing to you, made his cock as hard as steel. Turn around so I can strip you, then get rid of my bra, suck my titties and lick my pussy one last time before you fuck me silly."
I sat naked on the bed as I opened her bra, her breasts fell slightly, I latched onto one then the other sucking and mauling them with my lips. After opening the clips on her garters I hooked my thumbs in the waist and began to lower her panties, she shimmied and wiggled a little to help as they dropped from her hips. With her bush staring at me I leaned forward for a last kiss, I'd buried my face in that soft downy jungle numerous times over the past months, knowing this would be the last I lingered longer than usual.
Pushing her backward onto the bed I lifted her legs to rest on my shoulders, slid my arms under her thighs, grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy into my face. I loved her smell and hoped Ceel was as fragrant as Glenda, not rank or even strong, it was a mixture of her perfume and natural musk, an aroma that seemed to go directly to my cock. Following her tidal wave orgasm, I rose above her waiting for her to grab my dick and put it inside the hot hungry pussy I knew was awaiting.
She didn't disappoint, stuffing my cock into her tight folds, pulling her legs up offering me a deeper angle of penetration and then grunting loudly when I was all the way in, she whispered into my face, "I'm going to miss your cock, I hope your friend is half as good as you are."
After a half hour of three positions, missionary, on her side and finally from behind she screamed as I wailed loudly shooting what seemed like ropes of cum into her battered pussy. Her body shook and she was laughing softly.
"Oh, that was so good Johnny. What a way to end our fucking days, I feel completely used and satisfied, you never disappoint when it comes to cock. Remember to use everything we've taught you with your young thing, she'll have the same needs we did even if she doesn't know it right away. Lay down and let me suck you one last time."
It wasn't a simple goodbye suck, nope, she had me hard again and was riding me cowgirl like there was no tomorrow. After two more climaxes for her and another less fluid orgasm on my part she leaned to the side lying next to me. I asked if she wanted a washcloth.
"No, I want your cum running out of me all day. Thank you Johnny, you've woken this old ladies sexual desires. I'm exhausted, you'd better go now."
I covered her as she slept, washed up, dressed and left Glenda's bed for the last time. As Ceel and I ate popcorn waiting for the movie to start our conversation drifted to my last time with Glenda. When I inadvertently called her aunt Glenda Cecelia sat bolt upright.
"What? You did your aunt? That's sick."
I quickly defused that bomb, "No, no, no, she isn't my real aunt, she's a very distant cousin somewhere in my dad's past, she used to watch me when I was little and I've always called her Auntie. My dad says she's like a third cousin twice removed or something like that. My parents were an only child and I am an only child, I have no aunts or uncles, nor did my folks."
She gave me a stern look, "If you're bullshittin me James we're done."
"I'm not Ceel, I'll call Glenda now if you want, I'm trying to not keep anything from you. Please believe me."
On our way to her apartment she wanted to know about my morning romp with Glenda, when I inquired how descriptive she wanted me to be she told me moderately. I explained that I was a sucker for lingerie, that Glenda knew it and was well prepared to seduce me, how we both enjoyed oral as part of our foreplay, how she loved it in most positions including cowgirl. Ceel looked at me with a cocked eyebrow.
"Cowgirl, at her age? I never would have imagined. Okay, go on, the others."
"Ceel I don't feel comfortable talking about all of them, can I just give you the highlights when we get to your place?" She nodded.
I talked about the first time someone had ridden my face to orgasm, how two of them loved it from behind and that I liked au-natural over a shaven haven. She turned red and grinned, when I ask why, she turned a deeper shade of red.
"Because I don't shave down there, I trim along the sides for my bikini, otherwise it's a small forest and I have no intention of altering the landscape. The fact that you like it rustic is music to my ears, whether you ever see it or not is another topic, just knowing it wouldn't gross you out makes me feel better about myself."
We talked more about my time with the older gals and how I had learned a mountain of information that would have otherwise taken years of experimentation to find out. The more I talked the more interested she seemed to be, before we knew it the clock chimed eleven and it was time to end our evening. At the door she wasted no time sliding into my arms and kissing me.
"Jim, I'm not a virgin, but I'm not very experienced either. I find you interesting and exciting, I'd like our relationship to be more than friends with bennies, what are your thoughts on the subject?"
"My answer may sound goofy, it's something my dad said when I asked him how he came to marry mom. What he said was, *I was looking for a wife when I found your mom, I didn't need to look any further*. I'm not saying you'll marry me, at the same time, I don't think I need to look any further."
She smiled as she leaned in for another kiss, "Good answer Jimmie, good answer. Not to sound goofy myself, but I could see us married, we certainly have much to think about, haven't we? Let's do supper here again on Thursday, we'll talk more then, goodnight lover boy."
Todd called me on Wednesday afternoon telling me he'd set up a date with Glenda and that she had told him there might be one or two other ladies interested, he wondered just what was going on. I explained the situation, I swore I could tell he was smiling on the other end of the line, I told him Glenda would be wearing lingerie and expecting at least two sessions the first time. He laughed and told me he would be primed and ready.
Following supper on Thursday night we settled on the couch talking. When I asked if she'd thought any more about our conversation on Tuesday she nodded yes.
"As a matter of fact, I have, that's all I've thought about if I'm honest with myself. If I'm jumping the gun let me know, but here goes, I can most definitely see myself married to you, I spoke with my mom about you and she said you sounded like a panty dropper. She also told me that when an engagement ring was on my finger I should let you know my heart and body are yours. When I told her about your quote, unquote training, she laughed and called me a lucky girl, apparently she and dad struggled for years before they figured out what each other liked."
I looked at Cecelia quizzically, "What's a panty dropper?"
"Got me, you'll need to ask my mom, apparently it's a good thing though."
I had a hard time containing my excitement and emotions as I spoke, "Cecelia, let's go to Grove City Saturday and pick out your engagement set, when I have that ring in my hand I'll propose to you properly. In the meantime, Ceel, will you marry me?"
She nodded and moved into my arms, taking my right hand with her left and placing it directly onto her breast squeezing my hand with hers.
