MILF Book Club pt. 3
The final part of this story, but there are more in the works as they continue to read and be inspired.
On the day of the meeting it was clear that both Sharifah and Athena were eager to begin, as both were grinning. Finally as all were sipping their tea Sharifah gestured to Athena.
"Athena, why don't you begin?" Athena set her tea cup aside and looked around to see she had everyone's attention before speaking. After she had related the time she had spent with Devon she spoke to sum up.
"It was...amazing. Such passion, it had been too long." Rosalia looked as if she would burst as she gathered herself.
"Again, you seduce a boy young enough to be your son, aren't you ashamed?" Athena laughed.
"Not in the least and he is a little too old to be my son." Before Rosalia could continue Sharifah spoke.
"I guess now is the time to share my experience." So she launched into her own afternoon with Devon and noted Rosalia was becoming increasingly agitated. When she finished it was Marina who spoke.
"Dominated him? I don't think I would have the nerve." Sharifah shrugged.
"I didn't think I would either, but you never know. In my usual experience it is equal." Rosalia nearly jumped to her feet as she spoke.
"How dare you corrupt that boy? And then behaving like a shameless slut?" Miyu burst out laughing. Rosalia attempted to continue, but Miyu's amusement made this impossible. Soon Rosalia gave up and made much of drinking her tea. At last Miyu calmed down and wiped a tear.
"Rosalia you protest so much, that I feel quite certain if I were to check I would find your panties quite soaked." Rosalia's eyes shot open and Sharifah winced as Rosalia set her tea cup down a little too hard.
"How dare you? To suggest such a thing..." She trailed off as she became too worked up to speak coherently. Miyu grinned and shook her head.
"If I'm wrong I will apologize and we'll say no more about it." Sharifah spoke up in an effort to deescalate the situation.
"Okay everyone let's breathe, Now who still needs to finish?" Marina immediately raised her hand and after several awkward moments Rosalia nodded. "So next week we can start a new book. Anything else?" They all shook their heads. "Next week then." Rosalia was the first to leave and Marina avoided everyone's eyes as she slunk out.
A few days later saw Marina set aside the novel and sighed. She was in her living room, curled up in a chair and remembering what Miyu, Sharifah and Athena had said about their time with Devon. Truthfully it sounded amazing, but she didn't think she would have the guts to go through with it. She was just thinking about what to make for dinner when her phone rang. She saw that it was her husband.
"Hi Vanya, you going to be home this afternoon?" His deep voice came back with regret.
"No, but I will be back for dinner, we've got a game of pick up football organized. But Coleman is coming over to fix the doors upstairs. Sorry I forgot, he should be there about now. Dosvidaniya."
"Dosvidaniya." She sighed, Vanya was an amazing man in many ways, but remembering things was never his strong suit. Just as her thoughts were returning to dinner, the doorbell rang. She went to the door and unexpectedly it was Devon.
"Devon? I thought your father was coming over." He smiled, obviously trying to be reassuring.
"Hi Mrs. Lebedev. Sorry about the confusion, dad called your husband to say that today wasn't going to work. Didn't he tell you?" She shook her head and laughed hesitatingly.
"My husband rarely remembers to tell me about these changes in plans. Come in." She led the way to the hall closet. She struggled to open the door in demonstration of the problem. He nodded.
"Ah, happens a lot with older doors, they usually weren't treated right and moisture warps them. The doors will need to be treated, but I can make them work for now." She nodded and he got out his tools. She watched him for some time as she considered how to go about this. She started by imagining him doing the job naked. She grinned, but while a definite turn-on it wasn't enough. The answer was not forthcoming. So she waited as he completed work on the hall closet door. Then he moved to the master bathroom to work on its door and she sat on the toilet. The whole time he seemed to ignore her, despite her showing her legs and some cleavage.
So she grabbed some moisturizer and set to work on her legs, seemingly heedless of him. While she was becoming increasingly turned on, he continued to ignore her. Marina wanted to scream, she wanted attention, but actually asking for it still felt beyond her. Finally she could delay no longer and set aside the moisturizer. She adjusted her clothes to show off more of her body, however she couldn't bring herself to expose the more intimate parts of her anatomy.
In time he finished with the bathroom door and moved to the bedroom door while she moved to the bed. Now she decided to go a little further as her horniness was starting to overcome her shyness. So she sat on the bed, after a moment's hesitation she removed her shirt exposing small bra covered breasts. She worked her hands over her breasts.
However it was only when a low moan escaped her lips that Devon looked over to her. To her disappointment he quickly went back to working on the door. She wanted to yell her frustration, but decided to switch tactics. She spread her legs, exposing the dark blue panties. A hand soon found its way to rub against her panties. This time she moaned a bit louder and once more he looked up. He stared for several moments, but soon returned to his work.
She said a curse under her breath, and repeated it as she usually cursed under her breath, never out loud. Suddenly the idea struck her that maybe he wasn't interested because after sex with the others, she simply wasn't as appealing by comparison. Struggling harder not to scream she swiftly removed her bra and flung it in his direction, but it fell short eliciting no response. So she focused on going further, now pinching her nipples. She gasped and whimpered softly. He briefly looked up before returning to the door. Frustration mounting she tossed her skirt aside and returned to rubbing herself through her panties, while continuing to pinch a nipple.
Now she was moaning audibly and he looked up to stare for several moments. This attention didn't last long before he was again fully occupied with the door. Suddenly she stood and stepped deliberately over to him. She considered a moment before removing her panties and shoving them into his face.
"Inhale." He hesitated, but she held until he took in her scent. She grabbed his shirt collar and pulled.
"Come." His reaction was slow, but ultimately he allowed himself to be pulled across the floor to the bed. She remained standing, looking down at him.
"Lick." He looked up at her, then at her pussy and back at her. She cocked an eyebrow and slowly he nodded. He leaned in, tongue extending, and licked the length of her slit. She moaned and took his head in both hands to pull him tighter. She moaned and ground harder against his face, even as he continued to lick for all he was worth. She briefly shifted her feet apart a bit further and redoubled her thrusts against his face.
Her first orgasm came swiftly as his questing tongue found her clit. She held on as he continued to lick until she collapsed onto the bed. After a short time to catch her breath she looked up. He was now standing by the bed, cock hard, dripping precum and he was looking intently at her.
"Lie down, on the bed." His mouth opened briefly in surprise, but quickly closed it and complied. She swiftly mounted him, lowering herself onto his cock with a small sound as he refilled her. She rested on top of him, looking down at him and grinning. Positioning her legs she lifted herself up and slammed down with a moan from both of them. As she continued to ride, his moaning soon became louder than hers. Her hands went to her breasts and groped herself hard, pinching her nipples occasionally. She rode him harder as she worked her breasts with equal vigor. As she squeezed him tighter with her legs, her pussy tightened around him. She cried out as her orgasm it and she slammed down on him. Her hands went to his chest and she leaned forward to catch her breath.
Once more she was eager for to continue and moved off of him. She grinned when she saw he was still hard. With one hand stroking him, she worked his balls with the other. She listened carefully to his moaning and paid careful attention to the tightness of his balls. When she felt certain he was about to cum she stopped. He groaned and reached for his cock. She smacked his hand away.
"No, you will cum only when I say." She repeated this process twice more, each time eliciting louder groans of frustration from him. After the third time she moved to mount his face. This time he did not begin licking as readily as before. She smacked his balls and he groaned, pressing his face into her. In a moment he was licking with enthusiasm. She moaned softly and reached for his cock to stroke it slowly. His tongue penetrated between her lips and she ground harder on him. He continued to work his tongue, while she maintained a slow, steady pace on his cock. He sucked on her clit as hard as he could and she almost stroked him harder. Suddenly she slammed down hard on his face, crying out her orgasm. After a moment she climbed off of him and kneeled alongside. She returned to stroking him as she spoke.
"Beg." He stared a moment before he blinked and spoke.
"Please." She stopped stroking and stared hard.
