Many thanks to tangentjoker for editing this story.
All characters are over the age of 18.
To better understand this story you should read Robert, Ch. 01 first.
Eileen
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My Name is Eileen. I long for my lover, Robert. I would be counting the days until I could see him again if only I knew when that would be.
We had spent Saturday night together. I had found the joy in sex that I never knew existed. Robert had left me sore and well fucked. The soreness was leaving me now. The well fucked feeling made me want more. I wanted his big cock to fill the empty feeling in my pussy.
It was Wednesday. When I got home from work, there was an message waiting on my computer. "Want company?" was all it said. I emailed back "Yes, Now!" The reply was almost instant. "I'm almost there." He wrote back. He was messaging me from his pad.
I thought to myself that I should be angry that he seemed to be taking me for granted. He was almost here before I could say "yes". But the fact was I was too excited to care.
Robert rang my doorbell minutes later. I opened the door to let him in. I threw myself into his arms as soon as it closed behind him.
Robert
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Eileen seemed overjoyed to see me. She smothered me with kisses and hugged me tight. I hugged her back. I stroked her hair as I kissed her softly on the mouth.
"I just got home from work." She told me. "I haven't changed or showered."
"Neither have I," was my reply. "I came right from work.
"What would you like to do first?" I asked her as I nuzzled her neck.
"Get undressed," she demanded. "I want to see your beautiful cock."
We both stood back. Both of us started stripping down. Eileen was in her work clothes; a skirted suit with a modest blouse. When she had her blouse off, displaying her almost flat tits, I told her to stop. "Wait for me," I told her. I was naked soon after. "Sometimes, I like you wearing a few clothes," I explained.
I could feel my dick hardening as I looked at her. It had already been half hard from the anticipation while driving here.
"You look luscious." I told Eileen. Taking her hand, I led her to one of the living room chairs. As she sat, I slid to my knees in front of her. I slid my hands along her thighs to her panties. I pulled them off her, flipping up her skirt to expose her hairy snatch. I pulled her hips toward me; as I brought my face to her. I inhaled the aroma of her juices mixed with the sweat of her crotch. It was an exotic and intoxicating scent. I licked at her labia to taste it.
Eileen spread her legs wider. She hooked them over my shoulders. I pulled my head back to gaze at her pussy; the lips already swollen in anticipation with dewy drops of her juices forming on them. "You have such a beautiful pussy," I told her. "So wet; so warm."
Eileen
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He's going down on me, I thought. I instinctively opened my legs as much as possible; giving him the access he needed. I felt his tongue licking at my labia. It was my last rational thought. He licked me and sucked me and fucked me with his tongue and nibbled my clit and made me wild. I grabbed his head so that he couldn't get away. I clasped him with my legs, my heels pressing into his back, to entrap him. My hips bucked as waves of orgasmic pleasure tore through my body.
He pulled back then, deserting me at the height of a momentous orgasm. I wanted more. He couldn't leave me like this.
Robert lay on his back on the floor. He held his arms up to me. I fell on him, devouring him with my kisses; kissing his lips, his muscular chest, his throbbing hard cock. I straddled his loins. I impaled myself; filling my empty cunt with the hard shaft of his manhood.
The soreness from the last time was almost gone. He slid smoothly into my slick pussy. It was perfect; he fit me perfectly. I arched my back, wanting all of him. Feeling his hard cock filling my willing body, I never stopped cumming. I gloried in my orgasms. I came and came again.
I leaned forward to give him my tit; for him to lick my nipples. I felt his hardness rubbing my clit. I licked my juices from his lips, from his face; I thrust my tongue between his lips to dance with his. I kissed him; wet, hot kisses. He returned them. We devoured each other in our passion.
He thrust hard into me, thrust yet again. He rammed his hardness into my body. I felt the heat of his cum as he poured his sweet seed into me; his juices mixing with mine.
He relaxed, then, but I rode him as long as I could until he had softened too much. He sucked my tits as I came down off my high. I lay on top of him until He signaled me to get off, then we lay facing each other in a tight embrace.
Robert
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Maybe I should introduce myself again. I'm Robert; not Bob, Rob, or Robby. I'm twenty-eight years old. I stand 6' 1" and weigh 190. I am well built; not bad in the looks department. I've been told that I'm very attractive to women.
I have two quirks in my personality. One, I am attracted to older women. Two, I am attracted to unattractive women.
My affair with Eileen had only started a few days ago. I also had ongoing affairs with two other women. One of them was on a regular basis, the other was less often. I had told Eileen about them.
Eileen was new and exciting. She met my criteria for age and unattractiveness. The other regular woman in my life was Linda. She was well known to me, comfortable. But tonight I was with Eileen, only she counted.
Eileen
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As I lay in Robert's embrace, I thought back to yesterday when I had examined myself in the mirror; something I rarely did before Robert came into my life. I saw a fifty-year-old woman who looked fifty. With hips that were too broad and a fat ass. Not as bad as some I've seen but fat nonetheless. My breasts were almost not there at all. Only a couple of rounded mounds. My face was plain. Even expert makeup couldn't do much with it. My hair was nondescript and straight. All in all, I did not see myself as an attractive woman. I try to be a realist.
I had never had a really satisfactory sexual experience, except with myself, until Robert had entered my life a few days ago. Robert, the handsome young stud; hung like a horse. Who stretched my pussy to its limits, filled me with his steely manhood; with his hot cum.
Why would he pay attention to me, a fifty-year-old unattractive spinster? Should I ask him? Should I just accept what he is willing to give me?
I feel him next to me; everything is right.
I dozed with my head on Robert's chest. I open my eyes. I see him with his arm around me dozing also. I slip out of his hold to go to the kitchen to fix us some supper. I am still wearing my skirt, but nothing else. I feel deliciously wanton and slutty. My hand is constantly drifting to my crotch feeling my pussy.
I make us a couple of sandwiches, then go to wake him.
Robert
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