Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. All character, events, and locations are fictitious or used fictitiously.
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I do not know when I sank into sexual depravity, or if what I did was really depraved. I guess the whole thing could have been handled more smoothly with a little more experience and tact. I will tell you what happened and let you decide. I will start at the beginning as most good tales make an absolute habit of beginning there.
I stepped off the plane feeling sore. I had just crossed the Atlantic to come to participate in an exchange student program in England. I wondered how I had gotten into this situation. How was a young, single, virile Black American staying with a sexagenarian English woman? Her grandson was participating in an exchange program in America. I was to be staying in a little town about 35 kilometers outside of London. I took a cab through the scenic countryside to the little "hamlet" where I was staying. When I arrived at the house, I was greeted at the door by a jaw-droppingly beautiful older woman. She told me to call her Rose. She was a classic, chaste British grandmother. Her skin was pale and clear. She wore her age well. Her light brown hair was elaborately coiffed and shot through with white and gray. She was plump and busty in a way that was completely British. Her flower print dress stretched tightly across her tremendous bosom. Shimmering hose encased her legs, and I was in absolute heaven.
She carried herself in a reserved, prim, and proper way that some older English women do. I was to find out that she had a grandson who lived with her who was exchanging in America. As we entered the large, castle like house, I admired the sway of her ample hips as she walked. I resolved within my self to do everything I could to seduce this woman.
She showed me to my room, which was right next to hers. "And young Roger," she said with the perfect accent, "you may make yourself at home, feel free to do anything you want, and if I may be of any use to you, let me know. Nothing is denied to you."
When she said this, a light went off in my brain. I figured that the way to seduce her was to let her catch me in various sexy situations. I started fulfilling my plan that night. She gave me a chaste hug goodnight. I was to find out that she loved close physical contact. In fact she wanted a hug every morning and night, it became like a ritual. I went to my room and got completely undressed. I lay on top of the covers and began to stroke on my cock, which had started to harden after the hug. This was the first time I had ever felt free to have as much fun as I wanted while masturbating. I pulled on myself with no regard for shaking the bed, or keeping the noises down, I even moaned loudly. When I came, I yelled out as hot semen wildly pumped out of me to splatter all over my chest and belly.
I fell asleep instantly and woke early the next morning. I could already hear Rose moving around the house. The first step of my seduction plan, immature as it might have been, was to always be naked around the house. I walked out of my room, and accidentally bumped into Rose. Her eyes roamed down my body.
"Well dear," she said rather hesitantly, "you don't seem to be wearing any trousers."
I laughed. "Oh you said make myself at home; this is how I always am." My cock had started to harden while we stood there. I flexed my sphincter and she jumped, clutching her ever-present rope of pearls.
"Well, err, um, it's just that, oh my, um, oh its fine I guess, uh, um,"
She continued with broken mutterings as she walked off. I guess her proper English upbringing had not prepared her for this. I took a quick, hot shower and then went to the kitchen where she was making breakfast. Once again she wore a flower print dress, pearls, and pantyhose, (I was to find later that she had a bit of a pantyhose fetish). I walked up behind her, and gave her a bit of a hug and a kiss on the cheek, making sure she felt my semi-stiff dick nestled in the cheeks of her ass, moving my hips a bit and then going to the table.
She seemed a bit flustered, but did not object. We ate breakfast, with her talking up a storm. As she got up to clear the table, I experimentally pinched her ample butt as she walked by (like I said, juvenile, but awfully fun). She said "Oh my!" and continued with a string of mutterings but did not object. From that, point on she would not walk by without me pinching, poking, palming, or occasionally slapping her butt.