The early afternoon sunlight shone though a narrow gap in her drapes.
Gazing at Paul's oblivious form, Lisa was struck by the beauty of his well formed penis, lazily draped across his thigh in full tantalising view. Even in it's shrunken state she was in awe of it's size and she marvelled his ability to maintain a full erection, unlike most of her lovers, lately. The sensation inside her was so highly addictive that she was prepared to forgive all his other shortcomings. Paul was much younger than she was, but Lisa would do whatever it took to keep him coming back to her. She was an eternal optimist, longing for the day that he would satisfy her properly, before calmly rolling aside and falling asleep. A lady was left with but one dependable solution, one Lisa had been forced to grow accustomed to over the last ten years.
She arched her well padded hips and quickened her breathing as her long awaited orgasm began to overtake her. Her fingers stroked faster as the magic moment arrived. The Tahitian maiden on her bedroom wall, naked but for a garland of flowers on her head, smiled eternally. The sole witness, she condoned Lisa's lusty behaviour in the bedroom, not revealing any secrets. Her body shook as her orgasm peaked making the bed vibrate, but the naked young man laying beside her never stirred. While Lisa's breathing returned to normal she lay exhausted, studying the bedroom painting, her clear blue eyes tinged with envy. The dusky model boasted an hourglass figure. Her laughing eyes appeared to gaze directly at Lisa's nude overweight frame, a constant reminder of her own shortcomings, an encouragement for her to improve on her body shape.
"If only I had taken more care of myself?" She moaned, glancing down at her wrinkled thighs. No amount of starvation had improved her figure so far. Lisa had an accentuated lack of self esteem as it was, brought about by constantly feeling unattractive to younger men. How long would it be before her latest conquest lost all interest in her? She considered her life's problems as she laid back beside Paul; Her father referred to her as a fat slob and constantly put her down in her tender, formative years. A rigid authoritarian, he believed in using corporal punishment to promote discipline. He insisted she kept to her diet and exercise regime. Forcing Lisa to remove her clothing, he supervised her workouts every night, rewarding her with sex when she did well but thrashing her if she was lazy. During this confusing period of her life he taught Lisa how to please a man. Convincing Lisa that she wouldn't get a younger man to marry her, if she didn't shape up, she heeded all her dad's advice. This became a self?fulfilling prophesy, in the years since then. Young guys seemed to date slimmer, attractive girls and Lisa was rejected by her peer group at various high school functions, despite her willingness to please the opposite sex. She became a social outcast, prior to graduation.
It was rumoured that she had an incestuous relationship at home. Lisa was subjected to her classmate's scorn, somebody that the other girls talked about, behind her back. Lisa gave up shortly after graduation, unable to face further education, under those circumstances.
Lisa's widowed father became her sole lover. For several years they comforted each other, until they had a disagreement over his drinking habits. She enjoyed having sex and never made a secret of that, so he was well aware of her needs. He bought her an expensive apartment and gave her a monthly generous allowance in return for her silence about the family secret. In the latter years, her wealthy father encouraged certain business acquaintances of his to call on her. They were quick enough to lure her into bed, but after a night or two of sexual bliss she would never see most of them again. Hank and John still came, two of her father's best friends that still called in to see her regularly. It was the story of her life. Lisa reconciled to her future, of becoming an old maid, continuously being used and then abandoned.
Recently her life had taken a turn for the better, raising her hopes.
Paul was hired as the maintenance man. Lisa had been enchanted by his youthful good looks when he called around to clean the upper windows. She invited him into her flat, content to watch him working, pleased to talk to a handsome young man for a change. Lisa was rich, but very lonely, hardly ever venturing outside. The uneducated man was tempted to try his luck one afternoon, sensing her keen interest after two or three visits. She still recalled his initial proposition;
"You've got beautiful tits Lisa." He flattered her. "You're so overdressed though." He hinted. "Open them buttons up for me?"
Jill blushed but undid the top button of her dress showing a bit more cleavage than usual. She inflated her chest and drew in her tummy as far as she could, posing beside her naked Tahitian maiden for effect.
"How's that!" She asked, eyeing him with a seductive smile.
"It'd be better if you were naked, too." He announced cheekily, ogling the outline of her voluminous breasts in particular. "Go on, sweetheart! Take all your clothes off, for me. I'll bet you've got a great body."
"You're making fun of me!" She accused, smiling hesitantly.
"I've seen the way you look at me, too." He rubbed the growing bulge in his crotch with an enticing grin. "I will if you will?" He prompted, slowly unbuckling his belt.
She noticed the bulge immediately. In spite of the age difference she was getting excited. Lisa tried please him, turning away from him and shyly removing her panties before chickening out, unable to lift her dress over her head. She hung her head in shame, remembering the last time she stripped off completely for her father. He'd invariably laid the blame on her when he couldn't get an erection.
"I'm sorry." She simpered. "I'm not beautiful. Everyone says I look ugly with no clothes on." Tears formed in her eyes, aware of an even more embarrassing reason to keep her dress on.
Lisa had bruising on her bottom caused by her father's friend, John, who visited her for sex twice a week. She remembered her dad's cruel advice to her, after she complained. 'Kinky old devils like John are all you deserve, young lady. You ought to be grateful he wants you.'
Lisa cried, the more Paul tried to encourage her, cowering in shame.
Paul tore off the rest of her clothing himself and realising that she wanted him inside her, she didn't object. He seemed a perfect partner for her, young, strong and exceptionally well endowed, even if he was a little bit on the crude side. He lacked the finesse of an older man but seemed blissfully ignorant about sexual fetishes.
She stood before him, completely unclad, offering her breasts towards him, shivering with anticipation, fearful of yet another rejection.
'Wow!" Paul gazed at her naked body, awestruck by Lisa's large breasts and her apparent willingness to let him fondle them. His eyes drifted downward. "Jeez! You got no hair on your cunt, sweetheart!"
She crouched automatically, her hands flying down to hide her crotch, thinking about the eldest of her two regular lovers. Hank, a retired lawyer, had insisted on keeping her pubic area free of hair, telling her that he loved to see everything his women had to offer. The other man John, enjoyed seeing her that way as well but both of her regular lovers were from a different generation, worlds apart from this young stud in both age and social position.
"I'm sorry Paul." She mumbled, feeling embarrassed about it.
"Hey don't hide it away from me. It looks kinda cool, Lisa." He chuckled. "You shave it yourself, sweetheart?" He sounded interested.
"One of my father's friends does it for me, Paul." She blushed deeply as her hands moved away and she stood upright for him to look.
Her bruises weren't noticed at all as she sat down to explain why she allowed an old man to shave her pubic area so completely.
"Hank licks me down there, sometimes." She admitted, coyly. "It gets him going. It's the only way he can get an erection." She added.
Paul understood her, and promptly tried it out, so she saw no reason to mention anything about her other lover. John's fetish was somewhat harder to explain. She was blushing deeply enough as it was after the young man pulled a face, once he tasted her juices.
