Time Between College and University

The time between college and university

I had just finished college and was thinking of traveling a bit until I graduated and earning some money if possible, as it was still a few months away. So I had been traveling for about 10 days, currently in Idaho, when I arrived in the small town by bus in the evening and was looking for cheap accommodation. This time it seemed to be difficult, so I came out of the youth hostel disappointed that it was fully booked. I must not have been paying attention and so I walked straight into a woman of about 50, who was carrying several shopping bags. I did it so clumsily that she fell and the bags fell out of her hands, one filled with vegetables even broke. She looked at me angrily, and although I apologized immediately, her anger didn't seem to go away just like that. I collected the vegetables, but there was no room for them in the other bags either.

"I can put it in my backpack and bring it to your car," I stammered.

"And how do you get the vegetables from the car to the fourth floor of my apartment? No, you come with me and carry everything upstairs," she told me.

Then we stowed everything in my backpack, she hung the other bags on me and strutted ahead contentedly, while I followed her a little uncertainly. In the car, I told her that I had been a bit distracted by the fully booked youth hostel and whether she knew of a cheap guesthouse.

"We'll find a solution," she promised.

When we arrived at the apartment, she put everything away, then turned to me and said that she was going to cook and that she had a bed available for the night. I was very happy and dared to look at her properly for the first time. She was quite tall, strongly built and yes, her huge bust seemed to want to spill out of her blouse. I involuntarily noticed a tugging sensation in my abdomen, which brought me to my senses. If she had noticed my eyes, she didn't let on.

She said she would cook now, gave me a chopping board and some vegetables, and together we soon had a delicious dinner on the table. I kept glancing at her furtively, and as we were sitting opposite each other at dinner, my eyes kept being magically drawn to her bust. Nevertheless, we had a wonderful conversation. I came to know that her name was Ella, that she had built up a software company but had sold it last year and that she was now only doing what she liked to do. She also asked me about college, about starting university soon. And of course about girlfriends, so I couldn't hide the fact that I was relatively inexperienced in this area.

Suddenly, however, she looked at me sternly and asked, "Do you actually think it's appropriate to keep looking at my breasts? Do you really think a woman doesn't notice that?"

I blushed bright red, felt ashamed and stammered an apology, but she didn't seem to be appeased.

"Aren't you ashamed to stare at a woman so much older with barely concealed lust?"

I didn't know where to hide and she seemed to notice.

"Cowering won't work," she said. " If you want me to forgive you for your behavior, I want a straight answer".

I pulled myself together a little and began to speak quietly, "If I've hurt your feelings because I've behaved indecently, I'm very sorry and I want to apologize. But I think you're incredibly hot and I don't want to have to be ashamed for these feelings."

She laughed uproariously in response, although I wasn't sure if she wasn't laughing at me.

"Good, at least you're honest and that makes the apology easier. Get up and come here so I can see how honest you are."

Hesitantly, I stood up and scooped over to her. She had moved the chair so that I was now standing in front of her.

She looked at me and said, "Arms in the air."

As I did so, she unbuckled my belt in a few simple steps and pulled my pants and briefs down in one go. There I was, with my pants at my ankles and my hard-on sticking up, trembling slightly. Would she be completely annoyed now? Throw me out of the house immediately?

Instead, she seemed to really enjoy the situation. She thought I was a bit of a pervert, but that I could be useful sometimes.

She took my member in her hand, rubbed it up and down a few times and then said, "If you continue to be as honest as before, I won't be angry with you. Answer all my questions openly and I won't throw you out."

I breathed a sigh of relief when the first question came.

Would I find her breasts beautiful? Of course I said yes. Would I like to see them, would I like to touch them? I could only nod helplessly, but that seemed to be enough for her.

Then she took my balls in one hand, squeezed them a little, just so that it didn't hurt and continued, "I love having your balls in my hand. It makes them so beautifully vulnerable. That is a key for the most important question that comes now.

And now tell me, "did you fantasize about fucking me earlier? "

I stammered again and said that I was sorry and that my brain just couldn't help it. Satisfied, she leaned back without letting go of my balls.

"Well well, little boy, "Tell me, what would you do for me to see these twins," she asked.

I could not respond directly, but then stuttered, "I, I, a, I am willing to do a lot of things, but I think it should be something that pleases you. And, and, I do not know what you want."

"Okay, first you take all your clothes off, and that's how you clean up the dishes. And I'll sit down and watch you do it."

That was no problem for me, in fact I felt very honored that such a gorgeous woman wanted to watch me naked. I quickly took off all my clothes and got to work. She drank her wine, and while I was busy, she seemed to find it quite normal to watch me quite shamelessly and with interest.

When I was almost finished, she called me to her, took my member in her hand again, even licked it with her tongue and said, "You want to see my breasts? You finish up here and then you can come into my bedroom."

With that, she got up and left the kitchen. I hurried, but was very anxious to get things perfectly tidy before I, very nervously, headed towards the bedroom too. When I entered, I was overwhelmed. She was standing there, wearing just a nylon pantyhose, and nothing else. Her breasts were even bigger than I had imagined. Heavy, full and they swayed slightly back and forth as she moved. I could barely open my mouth and couldn't get a word out. She laughed and said it didn't look like I was disappointed.

"As I imagine Aphrodite," I found my voice again.

Then she threw me my panties and told me to put them on. It would be still a bit dangerous without them.

When I dutifully did so, she went on, "If you don't take advantage of the situation, you can take them in your hands", and pointed to her breasts.

With these words, she lay down on the bed, on her back, but with her head towards me. So I took the few steps to the bed, leaned over her, kissed her on the mouth and then crawled on. I took her breasts in my hands, which was like an epiphany, pressed them together and buried my face between them. There was almost enough room for my whole head, they were so big, and I began to tremble with excitement. My hands pressed tenderly into the warm flesh, kneading it.

"Take a nipple in your mouth, you deserve it, and so do they, " she demanded.

I didn't need to be told that a second time, chose the left one and took it in my mouth. I let my tongue circle around it, bit it tenderly, closed my lips around it and began to suck on it heavenly. It was so new to me, I was somehow no longer in this world. But Ella's moans showed me that she was enjoying it just as much. After a few minutes she just said that I was being unfair, that there was still the right side. Where she was right, she was right. I had to press my face between the two huge breasts again, and then it was the other side's turn, which received the same treatment.

After several minutes, I hadn't really noticed, she lifted the waistband of her pantyhose with her hands and said, "Come here, in you go. Dinner time. It's time for you to take care of dessert."

I quickly realized what was meant and squeezed my head into the pantyhose between her legs. When my whole head was inside, she pulled on the pantyhose a little more so that my face was pressed even more firmly into the right position. So I opened my mouth and let my tongue do the exploring.

"Don't think I'm servicing your cock, " she mentioned, " I hate it when my boy is distracted from the real work."

I was already nervous and wanted to do it as well as possible.

Then I heard her mumble, "It's important for a woman to feed her young regularly and it's important that they know who they're getting it from."

Meanwhile, I was busy doing my work. I realized how much I was enjoying the nectar, how I could concentrate fully on this little piece of the world.

But then her voice was clearer again, "It always takes me a long time to come, you just have to know that. And either you do your job well, or you'll be put through rigorous training, but I'll be satisfied either way at the end."

She laughed a little, but I also heard a voluptuous moan, so my ministrations couldn't be that bad. Then she spoke to me again and said that if I brought her to a good orgasm, we would reverse the position. She didn't speak after that and I was trapped in heaven. I closed my lips around her clitoris, sucked on it and then let my tongue go to work again. Still, I'm sure it went on for another twenty minutes. She wasn't talking nonsense about the duration. Then suddenly I noticed a trembling through her body, which continued to spread and swell until she came in great ecstasy. I kept going, happy to have made it, until she called stop.

After a few minutes I tried to slowly peel myself out of the position, but she only responded with, "stay". So I stayed.

"I promised you that we would turn and that's what we're doing now," Ella then said.

But she only meant half a roll, so hardly anything changed, except that I was now lying down.

"Haven't you heard that women can have several orgasms in a row? You have a delicious and diligent tongue, and I want more of that now."

She then got up on her knees and on her hands, so that her whole body lifted up. What I hadn't noticed was that she had tied two ribbons around our chests and waist. This meant that I was hanging now. My head was still pressed against her vulva and my body, pressed against hers, was hanging from the straps. Only my legs were hanging down.

"Now show me how much you love mommy," she whispered.

And so I started again. Started licking and sucking again, drinking her nectar, which flowed in streams. While I might have been able to free myself before with a lot of effort, it was completely impossible in the current situation, but I didn't even realize that. To get a little more grip, I wrapped my arms around her bottom and once again tried as hard as I could. Maybe it took a little less time the second time, but to be honest I had completely lost track of time by the time she came again. I then stopped, and only now did I realize how helpless I actually was in this position.

Ella had a little mercy and freed me from my prison, first the head, then the straps. She moved forward a little herself so that my head was now between her thighs, but I still didn't have much freedom of movement.

She then reached into my briefs and took them off, "And let someone else claim you didn't have any fun, you're almost bursting! Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Then she let her tongue circle around my glans, opened her lips and took me in. She skillfully enveloped my cock and began to suck me off so hard I didn't know what was happening to me. I admit, I couldn't stand it for long after what had happened this evening with this woman. I soon screamed and exploded. She gripped my member even tighter so that not a drop was wasted. I was completely exhausted.

But she just said, "In a few minutes everything will look different again, I'm far from finished with you."

And so it was. After a few minutes, I was a little restored, Ella had sat down on the bed opposite me, leaning her back against the wall at the side of my head. She still had her stockings on and stroked my stomach, my limp member and my thighs with one foot, laughing with pleasure, "You're not doing too badly for a newbie, but as I said, I want more, much more."

She then leaned over me, supported herself with her hands and let her huge breasts hang inches above my face. Then a little lower to stroke my face, first the left, then the right breast, letting me feel the full weight of the wonderfully soft mass, only to start all over again. When she finally let me take a nipple in my mouth, let me bite it tenderly and suck it hard, I was fully hard again. Then she sat up and told me to go to the chair and get her bra. I took the huge thing in my hands, looked at it in amazement and brought it to Ella. Laughing, she took it in her hands and jokingly put one side over my head. It disappeared underneath. Then she started to put the bra on. I was almost a little disappointed, but didn't dare say so.

When she finally had it on, she sat back down on the bed and told me to come to her, dripping oil into her cleavage, "Now kneel over my lap and put your cock between my breasts."

So that was the idea. The bra made the two huge orbs press against each other and she had her hands free.

"Yes, go ahead, push it in, don't worry it won't come out at the top," she mocked, " That's wonderful, a cock like that between my breasts, and now you have to work a bit, get a move on."

So I did, and I had never experienced anything like it before. With every thrust, I could feel the curves in my groin, which was an additional sensation next to my member deep between her breasts. Yes, it was taking longer now and I was really enjoying it, and Ella seemed satisfied too, moaning softly, running her hands over my flanks, my back, my buttocks, and then starting to spur me on.

"So," she said, "give mommy your sperm, let it out, deep between her breasts".

That triggered something in me and I soon exploded again, holding her head in my hands and pressing myself tightly against her until my whole body went limp and I pulled my cock out of the pit, not without regret.

Ella then asked me to lie down on my back with my feet next to her hips. She stayed seated and said, "Now let's take a good look at the exhausted youngster. I like it when they get completely worn-out."

We stayed like that for a few minutes without talking any more until Ella got up and seemed to go first into the next room and then into the bathroom. I stayed lying down and almost fell asleep. But she didn't let it get that far, after a few minutes she came back, completely naked now, and sat on the edge of the bed. I instinctively followed her lead, she kissed me, stroked my hair and then suddenly grabbed my cock again, stood up and told me to come with her. She led me to a comfortable armchair in the room and told me to sit down. The next moment she swung herself into the chair, positioned herself behind me and pressed her huge breasts into my back.

She then started to work on my member again, but I said, "You, I really don't think I can do any more."

"I decide what you can or can't do in this house. Now take your hands off me and look in the mirror, how nice it looks, the two of us in the armchair."

She then moved a little to the side so that her right breast peeked out, something that didn't fail to have an effect on me. After a few minutes, she had me so hard that I was stiff again. And what happened next still gives me the shivers. It shows that I was already quite addicted to her. She had taken the stockings again, put one hand in it and rubbed my cock vigorously with it. It was hot on the one hand and uncomfortable on the other. It would have been different if it hadn't been the third time today, and yet I was incapable of protesting in any way. But she seemed to enjoy it, she seemed to sense my contradictory feelings fully and enjoyed it. When I finally came, I had tears in my eyes at the same time. But she was very gentle and motherly again, wrapped her arms around me, pressed her breasts against me and took my juice with one finger and put it in her mouth.

"Just as I thought," she said, "there's still sperm in there that's not fresh, that's still from fantasies about other women's. You understand that I can not allow that. That you have to get rid of it. And I'll make sure this job will be done soon. And now get up."

She then approached me again, hugged me tightly, gave me a long French kiss and said it was time to go to sleep. Tomorrow was another day. And as soon as I lay in bed, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.