The final chapter in this particular story.
When Miranda opened the door, she wore nothing but a thin bath robe, hanging open. "Hi lover, come on in."
"Oooh, I love it when a sexy woman invites me in to come," I laughed.
She closed the front door and planted her open mouth on mine. Our lips met and begun a sloppy tango. Despite my time with my mother barely a few hours earlier, Little Gunnar rose back to attention. I let my hands run up and down Miranda's fluffy body, squeezing her gigantic breasts, pinching her nipples and rubbing all the way down to her trimmed pussy, wet for me, I discovered.
"Hmm, yes," she moaned as she gripped Growing Gunnar with one hand. "Let's go to my bedroom so you can take this horny old broad."
Along the way, I undid my clothing, which I lost the moment we entered her bedroom. On the bed, she pushed me on my back and straddled me. Looking me in the eyes, she reached down and guided my pole into her opening. With a sigh-moan, she lowered herself onto me. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this."
"Lovely," I said. "Now fuck me like you mean it." I couldn't imagine confidence like this two weeks ago. But having three of her friends vocally affirming me, changed me in a deep and profound way.
She leaned forward so her tits dangled before my mouth. I drew them together and put both nipples into my mouth. "That's right," she grunted. "Now suck them, and suck hard."
While I sucked and nibbled on her fat nipples, her body pounded me. Now and then she paused to let her pussy rub in circles around my base to stimulate her clit. When she rose and started fucking me again, I slipped my thumb onto her clit. Loudly she pounded me, and came less than five minutes later. A sigh of relief and contentment escaped her.
"Do you like doggy?" I asked.
"Hell, yeah." With a smile, she got off and onto her hands and knees. I took my place behind her and entered her hungry wetness in one deep plunge.
"Yeah, lover, fuck this pussy and fuck it hard!"
Ever eager to comply, I did. Her internal muscles clamped up against me as she came again with some loud grunts. I kept up the pounding until I felt my pressure boiling. "I'm ready to cum," I warned her.
"Yes, yes, do it. Cum inside me. I want to feel you deep."
Afterward, we lay on the bed together, catching our breath. "Thank you, Gunnar. I really needed that."
"What about Bernie?" I asked, referring to her husband.
"He's always gone, doing his secretary. He's lost interest in me. I think he finds me too old and fat. His floozy is skinny and barely out of school. Besides, he's gotten out of shape and he can't get it up as much any more. But in the meantime I'm hitting my sexual prime. I'm constantly horny, which I think makes him feel inadequate. Bottom line is he never rings my chimes more than once or twice a month... when I need it a couple times a day."
"When was the last time you got your bell rung?" I asked.
"Good girls don't tell."
She smirked. "But I'm not a good girl. Two weeks ago I seduced our neighbor's pool boy when he asked for their key."
"Was he any good?"
"He got me off, but that's about all I can say. He had no clue what to do--just stuck it in and came after a few noisy minutes. Fortunately, I was so desperate I came even quicker. The whole thing took less than five minutes. Not my greatest moment. You, on the other hand, are the best thing that's happened to me in a long, long time. I can't recall when last I had more than two orgasms. Thank you, Gunnar, for having mercy on a desperate old bag."
I leaned over and after a languid kiss said, "I'm sorry you've become so deprived, but I can assure you you're neither old nor a bag. You are a sexy, sexy woman, who rang my chimes like a cathedral bell. Now, let's take a shower so we can hit the road."
Soaping each other up in the shower took longer and more water than two separate showers would have, but was oh, so much more fun. Her smooth, feminine body felt so soft and sexy I couldn't get enough of caressing and stroking it. She kept her eyes closed and her hand wrapped around my dick as she luxuriated in what essentially became a soft, soapy massage.
When we finally emerged and dried ourselves, it was past lunchtime. She took me to a family diner, where we had comfort food. She called Eileen while we waited for our orders. "Listen, girl, I wasn't able to get away before now. Gunnar is driving with me, so we're just grabbing a quick bite to eat. We won't have time to drive back tonight, so when we get there, the three of us can go out to dinner. He and I will stay at a hotel and the three of us can head back tomorrow morning. That'll give you half a day to get settled back at home."
Evidently, that was okay, so we finished our meal and took off. She asked me to drive her Lexus SUV. Ole Bernie might not be much in the sack, but he made good money, and driving such a smooth car was a treat. Having his horny wife stroke my thigh and thingie en route only added to the pleasure.
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We arrived at Eileen's college town and checked into our hotel. Miranda booked two adjoining rooms, but winked at me when she asked for two keys for her room. I texted my mom that we'd arrived safely and were staying the night, returning the next morning.
Her only response? "Don't do what I wouldn't do," followed by emojis for a wink and a kiss. I guess they don't make emojis for sex.
When we picked up Eileen, I couldn't help noticing her red eyes and slumped shoulders. We knew each other, but had never had much contact, her being two years ahead of me, and neither of us being social animals. I greeted her with a hug, which she accepted and held a few seconds longer than usual. "Thank you for keeping my mom company. That's very nice of you."
"What are friends for?" I replied. We gave Eileen the car keys, since she knew the town best, and I sat in the back. She drove us to an Olive Garden, where we sat in a U-shaped booth, with me between the two women. The conversation took no time to get to Eileen's heartache. Apparently, she'd dated the guy for most of the academic year, until one of her classmates told her he had cheated on her the whole time with a waitress. "I guess one girl wasn't enough for him," she sniffed.
"Well, he's an idiot," I said, putting a hand on her ample thigh and giving it a squeeze for reassurance.
She put her hand on mine and pressed it into her leg. "Thank you, Gunnar. That's kind of you."
Her mother put a hand on my other thigh, and gave it a squeeze of gratitude.
Strangely, Eileen kept the conversation in the vein of her jerk boyfriend's insatiable but one-sided sexuality. "He always wanted me to give him blowjobs, but he never wanted to return the favor."
Happy to milk this vein of conversation, I asked, "Do you like being eaten?"
Blushing, she squeezed my hand on her thigh again. "Oh hell, yeah. I even considered becoming a lesbian to get eaten more."
"And... did you try it?" I asked.
Again blushing, she nodded. "My roommate swings both ways, and when I complained that Ralph wouldn't eat me, she offered to take up the slack, as she put it."
Little Gunnar took notice of this line of talk and her candor. "May I ask, how was it?"
Still blushing, she smiled. "I won't lie, it was great. She really knew what she was doing."
Miranda's breathing increased. "Like what?"
Our drinks arrived, and I almost drained my entire glass of iced tea, gesturing to the waitress for a refill. She laughed and took my glass.
