Once there was a lonely lady. Very lonely. And for far too long a time. Her neighbors were all middle-aged like her. And all were married. But not her; she had no interest in marriage nor in her neighbors' tedious husbands. It was enough to work, to cook and clean for herself. And she could please herself whenever she wanted to, and she wanted to often. But still, now and again, she felt lonely, she felt the desire to have another with whom to share some pleasure.
She arose one mid-week morning and found herself in a playful mood. No work this day, she thought, and so she began her day as naked as she had slept. After breakfast she decided to play a little, and began to put on a bit of make-up, a light blue eye shadow and a touch of pink lipstick to start. She looked herself over in the mirror, and found she liked what she saw.
"Not bad for a woman pushing the big Five-O," she said to herself, and no one would have disagreed. Some lines on her face, of course, but her skin was still as white as marble and as smooth as silk. Her breasts sagged a little bit, but at their size they'd sag a bit at any age. Her waist was a bit wider than in her youth, but still a neat narrowing between breasts and hips. Her hips were wider, too, but still firm in their fullness. And her legs! She wasn't tall, but the long, smooth flesh of her thighs and shins looked like it went on forever.
She finished with her lipstick and cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting them towards the mirror. As her fingers began to toy with her nipples, she was startled by a knock on her front door. "A visitor!" she thought to herself, "How nice!" She quickly threw on a housecoat and buttoned it as she hurried to the door.
To her delight, it was a good-looking young man. He introduced himself and said something about some god or other. She really wasn't paying attention to anything he said, she just devoured him with her eyes as she invited him in. And as soon as he was in, she closed the door behind him.
He took out a booklet as he stood there, and proceeded to tell her something about his religion, but all she saw was his handsome young face, maybe 25 years old she thought, and his trim body under his pressed white shirt and tan chino pants. Her eyes fixed on his zipper as she imagined it bulging out for her, and she resolved to try to make that happen.
She looked back up at him, and saw him blush; he knew what she was looking at and was embarrassed. "How cute," she thought to herself as she mischievously looked him straight in the eye. He tried to avoid her gaze, and focussed on her right hand. She knew she had him now, and watched as his eyes followed her hands up to the first button on her housecoat.
"Go on; don't mind me. I'm finding it a bit hot in here," she said as she popped the button open. She left her fingers there to keep his eyes on the bit of skin that she had just revealed. She paused to savor the moment, and then undid the second button. The start of her cleavage was just visible, and the young man again blushed. He was still talking about religion, maybe stammering more than talking, and she interrupted him.
"What did you say your name was?" she asked in a low sultry voice.
"Gus," he answered.
"Like in Augustine?" she asked. He nodded, and she added, "Like the saint. Wasn't he the one who had a wild time in his youth and only got religion when he was older?"
"I-I-I t-t- think so," he stuttered as she undid the next two buttons. Her cleavage was fully apparent, her full breasts pressing close against each other, and she ran her fingers lightly down the crevice to make sure he saw it all.
As his eyes widened in following her fingers, she looked at his zipper again. It seemed she was having her way; something was definitely pushing against it. She leaned forward a little to give him a glimpse of what he had yet to see, and he gasped to see her pink areolae and the thick, stiffened nipples that protruded from them. The bulge behind his zipper twitched with his gasp, and she smiled to herself.
She looked him straight in the eyes now, and he returned the look, not noticing her hand undoing the buttons right down to her waist. "It's so hot in here," she cooed to him, "Don't you think so," and slid the housecoat down over her shoulders.
"I g-g-g-g-guess-s-s-s so," he tried to say as his jaw fell with the sight of her naked breasts and stiffened nipples.
She breathed heavily to raise her tits up towards his gaping eyes. "Just feel how hot I am," she whispered, and she took his hands in hers and placed them one on each breast. He nodded rapidly in agreement as she pressed his palms tight over her nipples and squeezed his fingers around each breast.
"Oh, goodness," the lady thought to herself, "maybe he's never done this before. I guess I'll have to help him a bit." So she squeezed his hands with hers, pressing his fingers into the softness of her breasts, and guided them in circles to rub herself. Gus proved to be a quick learner, and soon his hands were eagerly kneading and massaging her full, round, receptive tits.
Her nipples swelled and grew stiffer, thrusting harder into his palms, but his fingers still had not discovered them. "Time for another little lesson," she thought as she softly moaned with pleasure, and she began to unbutton his starched white shirt. When all the buttons were undone, she slid her hands under each side and began to stroke his chest. He sighed with her touch as her hands stroked in circles over his pecs. Then she suddenly grasped his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and began to twist and twirl them. He moaned as his body stiffened with surprise and then gasped as her fingers pulled hard, stretching his nipples out from his chest.
Again he learned quickly, and his fingers easily seized her long and erect nipples. Now it was her turn to moan as he twisted and tugged on them and to gasp as he yanked them, stretching each breast as far as he could. She let the force of his pull draw her to his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him to her. Her lips met his and pressed hard and hot against them, prying them apart. Her tongue darted out from her mouth and into his, circling his lips and jabbing at his tongue, teasing it and luring it out to her lips. As it began to enter her mouth, she caught hold of it and sucked in so hard that he gasped once again. She had it now, and her tongue played with it while she sucked on it. She could sense his excitement as his hands played faster and harder with her tits.
Time to end the kiss, and, with her arms still around his neck, she began to drop slowly to her knees in front of him. He held on to her nipples as she descended, and they broke free of his hands as her knees reached the floor. Her arms slid down his chest as she knelt, and now she brought them to the waistband of his pants. She quickly undid his belt, button, and zipper, and dropped his chinos to the floor. She stared at the bulge in the front of his neat, white briefs, and marvelled at how wet and how large it was.
Her hands moved to the waistband of the briefs, now, and she rolled them down his hips, ever-so-slowly, savoring every moment in anticipation of what was to come. The elastic held his cock down until it was lowered enough, and then his organ sprung free, leaping to attention right in front of the lady's wide eyes. Both she and Gus gasped, he with surprise and her with delight. His cock was long and thick, one of the biggest she'd seen, standing stiffer than she could imagine, and she wanted it. Her mouth was still open from her gasp as she moved her lips towards Gus's manhood, hungrily enveloping its swollen head. Drops of fluid oozed out as she took him in, and her tongue avidly lapped each drop from the tip of his cock. Gus let out a long sigh as her mouth and tongue slid over his corona and down his shaft. And the sigh turned to a moan of pleasure from deep inside him as she began to suck on him, drawing more blood, more arousal, into his already swollen cock.
Back and forth she went, stroking with her tongue as she came up the shaft to the head and then sucking hard to glide back down to his root. Gus moaned and sighed with each stroke, and found his knees getting weaker and weaker. Instinctively his hands searched for support, but all they found was the lady's head. He grasped tightly to keep from falling, and took hold of her hair as well. Her stroking stopped now, with her head held immobile by his hands, but his cock craved, demanded the sensation. Unconsciously he began to thrust his hips, driving his penis in and out of her mouth, his scrotum crashing against her chin. He moaned again, and so did the lady, delighted by his initiative.
She encouraged him with her tongue on each thrust, and each of Gus's thrusts became deeper and faster than the one before. His cock was driving down her throat now, and she loved the force and the heat and the taste of it. Suddenly his body stiffened and the thrusts stopped; she knew he was going to cum, but did he know? He began to tremble, but still no orgasm. He couldn't move his hips, but he wanted her strokes again. His hands pulled her head back, and her lips slid over his shaft. Then he pulled her forward. Then back again and forward again. The sensation was driving him wild. Back and forth he pulled and pushed her head, using her mouth to stroke his cock. She abandoned herself to his passion, becoming more and more excited with his wild and uncontrollable use of her. He was masturbating with her lips, and she loved it.
Her hands began to caress his balls, his legs and his ass as he pumped her up and down his throbbing cock, and her excitement flowed all through her, her pussy was so aroused its muscles started to convulse spewing juices from her labia and her hole itself. Her left hand instinctively drove between her legs, fingers inside her and palm rapidly rubbing her swollen clit. Her right hand held onto his balls, her middle finger outstretched and pressing hard on his anus. And then his back arched as his hands froze, holding her in place. His cock erupted in her mouth, semen spewing hot and salty straight down her throat, and she erupted too, her vagina spasming in wave after wave of pleasure. She sucked him as he came, and sucked again as he shot again. And again. And again. And she heard him cry out "My god!" with each eruption.
When she had sucked the last drop from him, she took his hands from her head and slid her lips from his cock, giving its head a final, warm kiss before she stood. She smiled broadly at him, a drop of semen flowing from her lip to her chin.
But he looked upset. "I'm sorry," he cried, "I've been bad. I've never done anything like that before. I did have sex once, but it was proper, even if it was a sin."
