The mid-term grades had just been posted and most of the class crowded around the board trying to see. I was near the back of the crowd and just waited.
"Wow Bob, an 'A'! You must be a genius."
I looked behind me to see Jean, one of the nicer looking women in the class.
"What did you get?"
"A fucking 'D'. Maybe I need you to tutor me."
"If you want I'd be happy to try and help."
"Not sure I can be helped."
"The next test is in a week. Bet you can do better."
"I know. The weekly tests are about as hard as the mid-term too. Can't hurt to try. You free tonight?"
"Sure."
-
"Come in Jean."
"This is some place. You live here alone?" Jean left her books on the table and walked around the great room. "Look at the city lights. I've never seen anything so beautiful."
I had and I was looking at it right now. Her jean skirt was begging to be pulled off and the way those nipples were stretching the fabric of her blouse looked like they would rip a hole any second.
She stood in front of a bookcase filled with books and CD's. "Van Morrison, cool. My Mom likes him."
That put me in my place, but I tried not to feel old.
"'Best Erotic Short Stories', you read these?" Before I could say anything she let the book fall open and began reading out loud.
'Her knees rested on either side of his face as her pussy hovered lightly above his lips, his tongue probing her wetness.'
Still holding the book opened to that page, she walked towards me. "Oh-h-h Bob, you dirty man."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Would you like to do that to me?"
"Jean, I'm old enough to be your grandfather."
She was close enough to me to almost rub that lovely body against me. "I'm not a little girl. I'm 19. Maybe I like my men to be more mature." The hand that held the book lifted it enough for her to see the page. She read more.
'Her soft folds of skin moved back and forth across his mouth forcing his tongue to drag through the ever growing puddle of juices forming on them.'
"Damn Bob, that sounds just like what my pussy is doing about now. What is it going to take to get you to be like in the book?"
I knew the answer was 'not much' as I continued to watch her cleavage seeming even more pronounced as her chest expanded with each breath. My hand moved without control by my mind until it rested on her waist.
The book fell at our feet as she moved closer and the last few inches that had been separating us vanished. Her hand rose to hold my neck. The bottom of her blouse lifted just enough that my hand now lay on bare skin. There was no way I would stop now.
Her young fingers were unbuttoning her blouse as she looked at my face. "Is that the bedroom?"
-
There were pieces of her clothing on the floor all down the hallway and into the bedroom.
I stood next to the bed looking at one of the nicest naked bodies I'd ever seen and this one was right in front of me, not on the page of a magazine or in a movie. She was touching herself between the legs that were spread wide open.
"See anything you like Bob?"
Like me, even my 62-year-old cock was getting quite excited while I slipped my pants off. As I put the cuffs together to drape them over the back of the chair, I felt so old.
"Just toss them on the floor and ravage me."
My compulsive habits screamed at me 'be neat' and at the same time my cock was screaming something else, something I'd not heard it scream for such a long time. My cock won.
Our bodies lay next to each other, the feel of her soft young skin so foreign to me. Her hand rested over my cock and her fingers touching my balls. "Nice cock Bob." Her lips pressed against mine and within seconds our tongues were sliding around each other's mouth. I was in heaven. I hoped she was not in hell.
A breast filled my hand. "Hope I'm not too small," she whispered into my ear and then nibbled my earlobe, leaving it quite damp.
"It's perfect Jean." I had not held that many, but there was no doubt it was the best that my hands had ever rested against. I could feel the nipple against the aging skin of my palm. My fingertips squeezed it between them. "I didn't think it could get bigger."
"It likes your fingers." Her fingers were already busy with my cock. No one had ever touched me so nicely.
In an effort to remember what to do, my mind replayed some of the stories I'd read so many times. It had been years since the last time. My wife and I had only kissed for a while before I put my cock inside her. If I did only that now, I was afraid this might never happen again. It might not no matter what I do.
Her nipple entered my mouth. "Yes," she moaned. My tongue dragged back and forth across it. "Wonderful," she moaned even louder. Her fingers ran though my hair, twisting stands around a finger or two. I could feel a slight pressure against my head almost pushing me further downward. I didn't resist.
I lay against a thigh looking at her hairless pussy, the aroma filling my senses and drawing me closer. My fingertip touched a bead of moisture that was ready to drip toward the mattress, and then pushed in between the folds of skin. Lazily the tip of my finger slid upwards through them. I touched her clit. "Fucking great!" she screamed. I took the swollen piece of flesh between two fingertips and rolled it back and forth. "Right Bob!" she yelled.
No longer could I resist and I leaned my mouth close enough to lick her clit, then put my tongue inside her. It was better than the descriptions in the erotic short stories. It truly was the nectar of the gods.
Within moments Jean was bucking and rubbing her crotch against my mouth. I was almost unable to control her movements, almost unable to maintain contact. She knew and her hands held my head tight against that most wonderful part of her.
"Put a finger in me," she begged then she put a hand over the area just below her stomach. "Press it hard against where my hand is."
As I followed her instructions, she began to bounce even more violently, her fingers gripping the sheet as if to avoid flying up and hitting the ceiling. After a few minutes, she started asking me to stop. I did. She relaxed.
"Was that good?" I asked like a novice lover.
"Oh Bob, THAT was very good. Your turn."
She kissed me on the mouth for a few minutes and then moved so she was between my legs.
"So this is what I was holding in my hand? You are damn good looking Bob."
I didn't get to reply before half my cock was in her mouth. Her fingers fondled my balls as she bobbed her head up and down letting her lips slip along the shaft of my cock.
"This is my first..." I started.
"You're teasing me aren't you?"
"No."
She held my shaft with one hand as her lips worked around the swollen head. I leaned on my elbows watching what she was doing to me knowing that my ability to resist letting a big load fly was small.
"It's about..."
Her lips tightened around the head as her movements became more vigorous. I took that to mean she didn't mind me filling her mouth. And I did in much greater amounts than I was used to these days.
She looked up with a glob dripping from the corner of her mouth. "So good Bob." She crawled up along me until her lips were next to mine. I could smell myself on her face and I knew what was about to happen. She kissed me and for the first time, I tasted my own cum. Her tongue remained in my mouth as I licked more from it.
I lay there with my hand resting over her pussy, just looking into her baby blue eyes.
"That was nice Jean."
She gave me a quick kiss. "Better than nice." She rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me looking at my face. The warmth of her skin was causing me to become erect again. "That was quick old man," she teased as she wiggled her pussy against the head of my cock making it grow hard even faster. "Did you take a blue pill?"
"Nope. Just the wonderful feel of your luscious body."
"This time I want you to cum in my pussy. You up for that?" Her pussy was already a few inches down my cock and I wasn't going to ask her to stop.
She took her time as she worked her hips back and forth letting my cock almost slip completely from inside her and then slide the rest of the way down. I neither was close to cuming or getting soft.
"That feels wonderful Jean."
"Yes it does. I like the way you are staying hard."
"You seem to know how to make it stay that way."
My hands moved along her sides pausing to touch her chest, my fingers twisted her nipples. I was surprised that I had another cum ready and could feel it gush once inside her.
"Thank you Bob."
-
The sun peeked through the edges of the curtains casting a little light on Jean's naked body lying next to me, the sheets just barely covering her hips leaving the top of her crack exposed. How did I get so lucky? I just lay there savoring the glorious view of such an angel in my bed. My cock was acting like a young man's for a change and was already begging for more of what had happened last night.
She rolled over and blinked a few times. "Hey my good-looking stud." She kissed me and reached between my legs. "Oh my ... look what else is awake." She didn't let go, instead began to slowly stroke it.
I reached between her legs and inserted a finger. "Don't think I can get enough of you."
"Hope not. I know I can't get enough of you darling." Jean bent down and let her mouth swallow my whole cock without a pause. After three or four sucks, she climbed on top of me and let the shiny shaft disappear inside her. "I like being on top of you. Do you mind?"
What a silly question. "I love you however you want me."
"You're a sweetheart."
After many trips along my cock with her pussy, Jean was breathing through an open mouth, and her head was thrown way back. "My pussy loves your cock," she wailed. I could feel that wet warm piece of flesh convulse and hold me tight like a soft vice that would never let me go. As it relaxed a little, then squeezed hard again, I felt my orgasm start. I knew I was filling her cunt with my juices. After the fourth shot I could feel it start to drain from her down between my own legs. I surprised even myself as the seventh and eighth shots left my cock.
"Shoot it again baby." Jean yelled as she squeezed her cunt as tight as she could on the next trip up and down. "I love it."
Alas, I had no more left.
"You made me cum too," she moaned softly as she collapsed on my chest, her mussed hair against my face. "I love the smell of your chest Bob."
"Maybe it's my new lotion called 'Jean'"
"You are too kind."
-
We stood face to face in the shower, water falling from the large showerhead like a pleasant morning rain on 2 young lovers in the woods.
My fingers parted the lips of her pussy and felt just a little inside the wonderful pieces of flesh. "I could get use to you real easily."
"I'd like that." Jean held my semi-flaccid shaft with her fingers. "I'd like that a lot."
"Do you have to go anywhere today?"
"Just a class in a few hours."
"Can I buy you breakfast?"
"Sure. There's something right here I'd like to eat too."
A second finger went deep inside her. "Likewise."
-
Hand in hand, we walked down the sidewalk, our hands swinging back and forth. Jean skipped a few times like her feet could barely stay on the ground.
"Do you mind?" she asked softly.
"Mind what?"
"Being seen with me."
"Hell no! You make me feel like a kid again."
