Luanne

Chapter 2: She Fucks

Last time I told you how I formally met Luanne and what had happened that first meeting. Briefly, Luanne lived down the street from me and I had seen her over the years, but never really met her. I had spent many hours looking at her and fantasizing, but figured that was one more fine piece of ass I'd never have. Then one afternoon she showed up at my house, introduced herself, and within fifteen minutes was on her knees giving me a blowjob.

When she was finished she started to leave saying, "I have to go. Don't jack off in the morning. I'm going to need another dose of cum tomorrow." When I asked her why she just smiled and said, "I'm going to fuck Pete tomorrow morning and I'm going to want you to fuck me afterwards." Then she walked out. After the door closed I stood there trying to figure out what had just happened.

I am definitely not a sex object. I've had my share of lovely women over the years and, every time, I wondered how I managed to land in the sack with that particular woman. A Playboy bunny, a model, two actresses, and several merely beautiful women. Now, I'm sixty and here's this forty-four year old cutie coming on to me. I'm six-two and weigh about two-forty with a rather large gut due to years of drinking beer while Luanne is about five-five and may weigh one-thirty. I have never considered myself to be handsome and I'd classify her as a fox, if not a knock-out. Dark brown hair that she normally pulls back into a pony tail that comes down just below her shoulders.

She does all the work around her house and is really fit, while still retaining a very feminine shape -- and what a shape. Nicely rounded breasts, I'd guess at a large C, with rounded hips, and a very nice rear end. Nothing on her body jiggles as she is firm all over.

Now ... shit I didn't know what to expect. She said she was going to fuck Pete tomorrow. What the fuck does Pete have to do with my getting a piece of ass? Then she was going to come down here so I could fuck her. Huh?

I finally write her off as a psycho bitch and figure I'll never see her again. The next morning I'm working on a story and really get into it, not even noticing the time. A bit after eleven there's a pounding on the front door and I go to open it.

"Hi," Luanne said, "You ready for this?" Then she reached right down and grabbed my crotch. She got a funny look on her face and said, "No, you're not. Why aren't you ready to fuck?"

Somehow I forgot about the fact that I was supposed to be getting a piece of ass, but lashed out with, "What the hell are you talking about? You didn't say anything about any schedule, about my being ready to fuck when you got here, nothing like that. What the hell is going on?"

She walked past me and on into the kitchen. Without asking she grabbed my coffee cup and turned to look at me. "You're right," she said, taking a sip of my coffee. "I didn't explain anything." She paused to have another sip and then said, "Okay, if you're willing to do me one favor, I'll explain everything. Okay?"

Not quite sure what was coming, I said, "Okay. One favor. Then I get some answers."

She put down the cup, said, "Deal," then she came over, put her arms around my neck, and pressed her lips against mine. Like yesterday, we were soon trading tongues and her hips were pressed against my crotch, waking up my cock. She was wearing a loose shift and I was able to move my hand up under it and stroke her pussy.

As soon as my cock was fully awake Luanne turned away from me, pulled down and stepped out of her panties, and then pulled her shift up. Leaning on the counter she looked back at me over her shoulder and ordered, "Come on, get that cock inside me."

I had so many questions and I felt so ... used, that I was almost ready to ignore what she said. Unfortunately my cock had other ideas. As she bent over and spread her legs I could see a wonderful slit that looked like it needed a cock inside it. As I moved over and slowly reached out to stroke the puffy lips I realized she had said she was going to fuck Pete that morning and figured that the lips were puffy and red because they had just recently had a cock inside them.

See, here's where I have a personal problem. All the stories about "sloppy seconds" had worked on my mind over the years and I really hate the thought of being inside a woman if another man's cum is in there. So, I hesitated.

As it turned out, it didn't really matter what I thought because my cock was straining to get inside that pussy so I dropped my shorts and used my fingers to part her lips. I aimed my cock and, just as I pressed it against the entrance to her hole, she pushed backward, impaling herself. "Oh, Al, that's it. Oh, that's it, shove it in." I didn't need to because she pulled forward a bit and rammed her ass back against me, driving my cock nearly all the way in. "Oh, yes, oh, yes, Al, ram that cock into me."

It finally dawned on me that this was a one-time thing, I didn't have to worry about her needs, or any of that sensitivity shit, so I pulled almost all the way out, grabbed her hips, pulled back as hard as I could, and thrust myself deep inside her. She moaned a bit and then said, "Yes, that's it, do it again." I did and she wiggled her ass against me and then pulled forward and rammed her ass back against me again. "Oh, Al, fuck me hard and fast, give me that cum, oh, just do it."

I'm ashamed to admit I acted like a teenager getting his first piece of ass. I pounded her pussy for, oh, about two minutes, and then started groaning, "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, oh, fuck, no."

She nearly screamed, "Yes, give me that cum. Oh, fuck, Al, cum in me, give me your cum."

I rammed my hips forward, driving her forward against the counter as my cock sank all the way into her and then I held her like that as I started squirting deep inside her pussy.

"Oh, yes, Al, give it to me, oh, yes, oh, that's what I wanted, oh, yes, oh, shit." For several very long seconds I stood there jerking my hips spastically as I drained myself inside her.

As we relaxed she stood up and turned her head around so we could kiss. I moved my hands up to squeeze her luscious boobs as several minutes went by until my cock got soft enough to slip out of her hole. She pulled back and then turned and bent down to take me into her mouth and lick me clean. Then she pulled my shorts up, pulled on her panties, straightened out her shift, and then walked to the refrigerator and grabbed a couple beers.

"Okay, what the hell was that all about?"

She chuckled as she opened a beer, handed it to me, and then opened her own. "Yeah," she finally said, "I guess I owe you an explanation." She walked into the dining room and sat down as she told me what was going on.

"Like I told you Pete and I get it on about once a week. When we first started sleeping together I had just had my last kid and certainly didn't want another so I told him that any time he was inside me he had to be covered up. Somehow, the past three years that's just been the same way we've done it.

"So, the last time I had a man cum in me was when I got pregnant what, three years ago? And I mentioned yesterday that I love cum and when Pete and I do it I miss feeling his cum squirting into me. Then, about four months ago I started going through menopause. For whatever reason Pete now still won't do me without protection, but I really miss that feeling.

"Like now, I can reach down and feel some of you leaking out of me and I like that. I even like doing this." She put her hand down between her legs and then brought it up and sucked on her fingers. "Mmm, I love that taste. My juice and your cum.

"See, I knew Pete was going to want to do it this morning because he's been out of town on business the past three days. Every time he comes back from a business trip he stops by my place on his way from the airport so we can knock it out. Today was no exception. I normally don't like to let him do me at the house because someone might notice. Today, though, the kids were playing at their friend's house and my dad and uncle were out in the back yard napping.

"As soon as he got there I met him at the door and we kissed and he started squeezing my ass right away. We haven't done it for nearly three weeks and I was really super horny. With all that kissing, stroking, and sucking yesterday, I got so turned on it was a miracle I settled for a blowjob and didn't rape you. Anyway, Pete and I were standing there and he pulled back and said, 'Can we go into the bedroom? I don't have all that much time. I have to get to the office for a meeting.'

"Shit! I was looking forward to a slow, lasting fuck and now he's saying he's in a hurry. I just said, 'Sure, come on,' grabbed his hand, and pulled him along to the bedroom. I could tell he was ready because, while we were kissing, I could feel his hard cock against my stomach. When we got to the bedroom I closed the door and was surprised when I saw him drop his pants and start rolling a condom down over his dick. 'What are you doing?' I asked. 'Aren't you going to get undressed?'

"At least he had the courtesy to look embarrassed as he said, 'Look, baby, I really have to get to the office.' Then he walked over to me and held me as he kissed me. 'But I also really need to be inside you.'

"As we kissed he pushed me down on the bed. Suddenly he was pulling my panties to one side and pushing his dick into me. Pete is never frantic when we're fucking. Sometimes he only lasts a few minutes and other times he lasts ten or fifteen. But he doesn't get spastic about it like you did a while ago. This time, though, he just pushed it in, pulled it out, pushed it again, and then did it one more time until he was all the way inside me. He ground his pubes against mine for a couple seconds while we kissed and then he started sliding in and out of me. Long slow strokes for about five minutes, and then he rammed it deep into me and I could feel his dick throbbing inside me and I knew he was cumming.

"It was so strange because he usually says something before he cums. He didn't this time. He strained and shoved against me for several seconds, and then collapsed on top of me. We kissed for a couple minutes until his dick got soft and slipped out and then he rolled off me and finally said something. 'Sorry. I don't know what happened, I was just so fucking horny and I needed you so much. I just couldn't last.'

"I rolled over to kiss him as I reached down and stripped off the condom and said, 'That's okay, baby, we all need it like that once in a while.' I watched as he pulled up his pants, zipped up, straightened his clothes, and then I walked him to the door. Here's the strange part, you know how I told you I love cum; I usually play with it after he leaves. I'll take the condom, drain it over my boobs or face, sometimes I'll even squeeze it into my mouth so I can taste it. Today, I didn't want anything to do with it for some reason and just dropped it into the wastebasket."

At that point she finished her beer and stood up. Coming over to me she put her arms around my neck and we kissed for a couple minutes. Every time I tried to get my hand between her legs she pulled it back up onto her ass. Finally she pulled back and said, "Okay, kids will be home soon, I have to get there to start dinner." She started out and then turned and said, "Now, you see why I need you around. If you're not comfortable with the arrangement, let me know. Otherwise, I'll see you in a week or so."

And, like the day before, she was gone.