Don's straining cock had a frenzied pulse beat all its own before they'd gone half way down the hall. The lush domes of Ellen's ass cheeks swayed so invitingly before his eyes. He could even see the deep cleft between them, her tailored skirt fit so snugly. His hand trembled in time with the throb of his cock, so violently that he almost spilled the wine.
Ellen smiled, knowing exactly the effect the sway of her seductive ass would have. She could sense his lust in the ragged, uneven breathing she heard close behind. Her grin grew wider as they neared the bedroom door. Nothing pleased her more than exciting a hot young cock!
Though she took pains to keep herself trim and appealing to the male eye, she could not help but notice the way her husband gazed so hungrily at tender young girls.
Though she felt certain in one part of her mind that she could fuck circles around a naive little cunt like Kathy, Ellen needed reassurance – the satisfaction of watching a man's cock swell hard with desire for the lush body she feared might be slipping past its prime.
With age and experience, she had reached an understanding with her husband George. Years before, she had thrown a jealous fit when she came home and found him fucking a young girl who lived down the hall. She almost filed for divorce, the hurt went so deep. A young lawyer wise beyond his years talked her out of signing the papers she'd insisted he draw up.
"George is starting to feel his age," the handsome young lawyer said. "There are streaks of gray in his hair, his… his cock doesn't get hard quite as fast as it did once. It doesn't mean he doesn't love you – it means he needs reassurance."
"What about me?" Ellen asked sharply. "I'm not the slender young sexpot I used to be. My tits are bigger, not quite as firm. How do you think it makes me feel when he goes whoring after some hot little pussy?"
"Jealous… angry… hurt… uncertain." He said the words without emotion, as though reading from a laundry list.
"You're damn right, uncertain! I'm as old as he is, and I have my needs too!"
"Then you'll have to find your own Fountain of Youth…"
"I don't want a fucking mystical fountain… I want a hot young cock I can make swell hard!"
"Then find one. That shouldn't be hard for a woman with your figure and your experience."
"I want yours," Ellen said bluntly. "If you don't fuck me right here and now, I'll know everything you've said is pure shit!"
With the barest hint of a smile, the attorney touched a button on the intercom. "Miss Smith, cancel all my appointments for the afternoon. I'm going to be in… in conference!"
That night Ellen and George both felt supremely confident, sure of themselves and sure of each other. They fucked until dawn with the joyous abandon of young kids – and they would again tonight after Don and Kathy had gone home to their thin-walled apartment, both wiser from experience and able to drive their neighbors wild with the new sounds sure to come.
"Ooooh, wow! This is really wild!" Don said when Ellen ushered him into the bedroom. One wall was glass, a double sliding door that opened on to a walled-in garden area lush with green growing things. The other three walls all had large mirrors, reflecting the two of them.
"You won't mind if I slip into something more comfortable?" Ellen asked. It was only half a question. She'd already started taking off the tailored jacket of her suit.
Don watched, dazzled by reflected images of her that seemed to surround him. Even when he tried, he could not take his eyes off her. Wherever he looked, he saw Ellen Chambers shedding the prim clothes of middle age.
Somehow he'd thought she would change in the bathroom, appearing later in slacks or perhaps a housecoat like his mother used to wear. But she stripped herself nude before his gaping eyes, keeping her back to him while she slipped on a filmy white robe so thin he could see the wide red crowns of her huge nipples, the dense black fur that fringed her cunt.
It was more a sheer white veil than a robe, so soft and light that it fluttered soundlessly with each step she took toward him. Don gulped in stunned delight, almost choking on a swallow of champagne.
Ellen smoothed her sleek black hair, spreading it over the wide, feathery collar of her enticingly thin robe. "It's stork feather," she said. "Whiter than snow, softer than fur. George and I discovered the sensuous joy of contrast long ago – white and black, warm and cold… young and old."
Her arms coiled smoothly around his neck, tightening slowly to draw his breathless body near. The hot, dry swelling of his hammering cock pressed hard in the soft, damp hollow of her black furred crotch.
"Hard and soft… wet and dry," he said. Those were the two contrasts uppermost in his mind as she rubbed her lithe body against his, teasing and enticing in subtle ways that Kathy never would have known.
"Your clothes are so confining," Ellen purred. "Let me help you…"
Her spread fingers slipped lightly down his sides, around to the buckle of his belt.
"Oh, God – please don't! I'm ready to shoot in my pants as it is!"
"Let it come," she urged softly, "Get it out then we can both relax and really enjoy ourselves." She cupped a hand between his legs and gently squeezed his aching nuts.
"Uuungggh!" Don said with a groan. He felt the steaming surge of jism and shivered as it boiled the length of his cock still kinked and trapped in his pants.
"Get it all out," Ellen said, her teasing fingers milking his balls. "Let it flow, then I'll show you some real fun!"
Don couldn't help it, and after that first shot what the hell difference did it make? His aching balls pumped out jet after jet of thick hot cream that sprayed his shorts and sank back steaming in the thick mass of cock hair around the base of his throbbing prick.
"Good, good!" Ellen said in a buttery tone. Her nimble fingers unfastened his belt faster than Don could have done it himself. He felt his fly slide open, her warm, sinewy fingers pulling down pants and cum-stained shorts both at once. "Now Ellen will lick you clean and make you hard again."
"Aaaggghhh!" he cried, but her flicking tongue had already found the dripping head of his cock. She licked his prick side-to-side and then licked down to the bottom of his pulsing cock.
In curls of thick, dark cock hair, she found more creamy blobs of wasted cum. Ellen lapped at them the way a hungry kitten goes at, a saucer of milk.
"Aaaahhhhh!" His long-held dream was coming true! "Suck my cock!" he cried, not even thinking that his wife Kathy might hear.
"In time," Ellen promised. "First I have to eat all your sweet cream." The smaller drops she stirred with her tongue spreading them thick and warm for her searching lips. She tugged at tangled wisps of his cock hair, sucking them clean with her tightly drawn lips. "Yyyyuuuummmn."
"Now!" Don pleaded, "Oh… now, please suck my cock!"
"Hhhhmmmm," she groaned, forcing herself to hold back. As young and hot as he was, Ellen knew he'd come again before she got even a good taste of his raw prick meat.
She ran her wet tongue up one side of his cock, rippled by a net of blue, blood-swollen veins. Swirling around his knobby prick head, she started down the top, teasing him with darting strokes of her wet tongue.
"Ungh! Shit!" Don felt the swell of fire in his balls again. The magic of wet tongue on hot cock was more than his inexperience could stand. "I'm… I'm cuuummming again!" He clenched his teeth and tried to stop the flow.
"Don't," she said between soft lashes with her tongue. "Don't try to hold back… let it loose! Let those big aching balls of yours wring themselves dry!" Her fingers swirled around his nuts, stirring them in their hairy sac, increasing the terrible, joyous pressure he felt swelling inside.
"Grungh!" Don said, his teeth still clenched tight.
"Don't fight – let it flow!" Then her circled lips closed over the bulb of his cock head. "Cuuuuuummmmmmmm!"
He did. Don couldn't resist the sucking demands of her wavering lips. Her tongue rolled and teased the thick ridge of his cock head, flaming his senses with wild delight.
His own wife shrank back from sucking cock, but this stunning older woman seized the opportunity gladly, her body trembling with delight as she molded her lips to the thick shaft of his spurting prick.
"Hhhmnunm," she said, gulping down a thick swallow, kneeling before him, swaying with the rhythm of his gushing flow. Dark, gleaming waves of hair flowed down her back each time she jerked ecstatically in response to the taste of cum.
Don felt his hips begin to rock, thrusting at her slithering lips each time he felt a fresh jolt rise up from his ball sac. He wailed and moaned, his eyes clamped shut in searing joy. "Suck it!" he cried. "Suck it harder! Suck it all!"
"Hhhaaaa," she said. The delightful tension seemed to flow from his young body into hers. Don could feel her strain, the pulling force of her grasping lips becoming stronger as she inched slowly toward the root of his cock.
Her hot breath flowed into his tangle of dark, tightly curled prick hair, coming in joyful spurts just like the gushing cream from his cock head.
Ellen felt refreshed by the heat of his cock, pleased by the driving rhythm of his hips. Any doubts she may have had faded quickly from her mind, swept away by a flood of eager cum.
"You're the greatest!" Don said in a voice that crackled like a roaring fire. "The way your lips move… pulling, sucking – UUUNGH! Fuck. Oh, Ellen, baby… eat my prick! Chew it up!"
Pushing for the root of his big cock curled her full red lips inward, over the top of her front teeth like a pad. When she began a slow, grinding motion with her jaw, Don felt no pain, only the clawing demands of her hungry mouth.
He felt weak, limp and shivering. Ellen steadied him, driving her face into his hairy groin, circling her arms around his back to clutch and squeeze the firm checks of his ass the way she wished Don would maul her bulging tits.
The force of his thrusting and the heat of his quicksilver cum made her nipples swell. Tense with desire and gasping wetly for breath, Ellen squirmed and raked her hot nipples across his thighs.
"Aaaggghhh," Don gasped. Blinded by the joy that spread from her sucking lips, he rocked in the rhythm of bliss and groped for her begging tits.
"Gggrruuungh!" she snarled when he found her tits, jetting a stab of warm breath into the heaving tube of his cock. Fire raged toward his balls and collided deep in his groin with another rushing surge of cum.
"Uunnnck!" Don doubled over, twisted by the wrenching sensation. Cum backed up inside under pressure so great that he thought jism might dribble from his ears. He writhed, wiggling backward, driving the hard muscled checks of his ass harder into the mauling grasp of her hands.
She squeezed with both hands and drew her lips tight on the root of his cock, clamping off the explosive force he felt inside. He writhed again, trying to twist away, to let his swelling prick spurt.
"You," he grunted from the swelling pressure of pleasures he had never known, "told me not to hold back. Grungh… now you're holding it!"
"Hhmmmm-hhmmm," she purred. She loved the way it made him squirm. Her slender fingers spread, clinging to the cheeks of his ass, her clamped lips following the wild sway of his jerking hips. The long middle finger of her right hand inched its way to the crack of his ass and eased down the slope toward the darkly puckered asshole inside.
"AAAAGGHHH!" he raged when he felt the tip of her probing finger. Ass muscles clenched, stunned by the shock of her teasing fingertip. "Bitch… let it cum! Don't fuck with my ass, let my God damned cock spurt! Uuungh. Shit! I can almost taste my own cum!"
He could. The grinding pressure of her lips forced a hot, salty taste up into the back of his mouth. He pushed and shoved with his hips trying to pull free and let his aching prick fire its steaming charge.
But it was no use. Ellen stuck like a bronco rider, swaying and spurring with a finger she kept working around his shithole.
"Aaagggh!" Tears welled up and seeped from the corners of his tightly shut eyes, warm tears of searing joy.
Ellen managed a faint smile without relaxing the strangle hold her grasping lips held on the root of his cock.
Fear of growing older and losing her sexual charm could find no place in her mind. Look what she could do to him – how she could make Don writhe and squirm with the tension of sheer delight.
Look how she could control his eager young body, make him respond to the heat of her obscene desires!
"Aaaggghhh!" With a sudden burst of strength, Don jerked back, away from the demanding clamp of her lips. He winced then, stung by the surge of cum on its way.
Ellen's hungry mouth clawed its way back to the base of his cock, gripping lightly now, wanting to feel and taste the rush of held-back jism now boiling toward the wet tunnel of her cock-filled throat.
Just as the steaming load spread the slit of his grinding prick, she stabbed her dry middle finger deep into the dark and tightly closed tube of his ass.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" he cried, "Hhhhhoooooo!" He felt the wrenching joy of long awaited release. Thick cream sprayed from his cock like foam from a fire nozzle. At the saint instant, he felt the stab of her wiggling finger sink deep into his ass where only turds had been before.
The shock was so great, Don's knees doubled and he sank toward the floor, dragging Ellen down with him in a soft white swirl. Her mouth clenched hard to keep its grip on his cock, and in the heat of tense excitement she flared her lips, taking the soft wet pad of her lips off her grinding teeth.
A heated moan burst from his lips. Don's eyes flew open wide, but he still could not see. The red haze of pain swung over them like a heavy drape.
What Ellen had said about the sensuous joy of contrast rang sharply behind his sightless gaze.
Deep in her throat, his cock head felt the soft tension of her wavering throat muscles, warm and smooth… like swimming in a tropical lagoon. But at the root, her teeth kept grinding excitedly, and that was like having his cock in the jaw of a man-eating shark.
Another surge of cream burned its way up from his balls, past the grinding pressure of her teeth and on to the bulging head wedged so tightly in the narrow confines of her velvet throat.
"Hhhuuugh!" he groaned, pitching sideways on to the thickly carpeted floor, trapping her hand beneath his writhing ass, driving her finger still deeper inside.
His sudden collapse almost made Ellen lose her frantic mouth-grip on his prick. His cock jerked nearly free of her lips before she could dive down on his powerful prick shaft and enjoy the thrill of swallowing all of his cock again.
Strands of soft, inky-black hair spilled across his loins, flowing like warm oil into the narrow channel of his crotch. Wisps of silk swirled around his heaving balls, teasing and tormenting them, urging out still more cum.
He felt drained, sucked dry, but the pull of her lips kept sucking up more. Don lay sprawled an his back, hips slightly raised by her balled fist and the long finger she had spiked in his ass.
He had some idea now what Kathy felt like when his passions soared and he rammed into her cunt before getting her sweet juices to flow. The tube of his asshole felt dry, rubbed raw by a long finger as hot as cherry-red steel.
"Aaaaggghhh!" he groaned, arching his back to ease the stabbing pressure. Bent like a bow, his cock went deeper into her throat, angled in a way that made the cling of wet muscle feel completely new. He shook with tremors of joy and trembled with spasms of pain – a strange, wild mix of emotions that all became tangled in his mind.
When the last spurt of silver cream had splattered inside her throat, she only sucked harder to draw out more. His aching prick burned and jerked, wrenching itself shut. His cock could not have hurt more if she had used his long prick to stir the fires of hell. At the same time, he'd gotten used to the way her long finger glided in and out of his ass.
"Oooh, Ellen. No more! My cock can't stand it!"
Her full lips swelled and she let a giggling sound escape. The salty-sweet taste of his cream lingered in her throat, a wet reminder of how good it felt to have her mouth stuffed with hot young cock. He must have jetted out a quart, but she still wanted more… and she knew how to get it!
Lying on his back, his heavy ball sac drooped into the palm of her hand. Her middle finger drove in like a lance, straining to reach greater depth, slapping his drained balls each time she thrust.
Ellen hummed deep in her throat, a long, rumbling sound like the growl of a starving man's stomach. Mad vibrations teased his sagging cock, a crazy new rhythm that made his prick rise again before the quaking aftershocks of his orgasm had faded into the gentle stillness of joy.
"No more," he said. "Shit, my prick is wrung dry!"
"Nnnuuugh!" Ellen insisted. "Hhhhmmmhhhmmmmmmmm!"
He rocked his hips, not trying to escape her ass ripping finger now but driving down harder upon it. The force of her thrusts made him feel like she could reach and touch the root of his prick, and tickle his cock from the inside.
"If you get me hard again, I'm going to ram my big prick up your ass!" he warned. "Uunnngh! I want you to – AAAGH! – know what it feels like!"
"Ggguuunngh!" Ellen said, "Good!" muffled by the re-swelling of Don's cock. She loved young prick, how hard and hot young cocks got – how they could fire and then be made to fire again and again.
She wanted Don's prick in her ass. The feel of his clamped, dark asshole on her probing finger made her little asshole squirm with envy. Then if his cock tasted like hot shit, she'd suck him hard again so he could fuck her cunt… the tight, twitching fuck hole that hungered for him most.
"Kathy," he moaned whisper soft as his cock burned hard. "Oh, God! Kathy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. We're married… I belong to you! My cock is yours! Shit, what have I done?"
Ellen's soft lips slid up the length of his cock, a last teasing grasp as his prick began to throb again, pulsing with fresh blood. "Don't worry about her," she crooned in a soothing tone. "By now she won't give a shit what you've done."
"What?" Don's mind was dazed, weary with delight and anxious for more… but still plagued by the nagging power of his prudish upbringing.
"George will take good care of her," she assured him. "He'll suck and fuck her little blonde pussy until she wants you more than she ever did before!"
"Ooohhh, Kathy. Oooohhh, Ellen! Oh, shit! Who gives a damn? I want your ass… I'll bet it's tighter and hotter than your fucking throat. I want to fuck your ass! Let me ram it in… roll over bitch, bare those creamy checks!"
"Sure, Don…" Ellen drew out her finger and did a languid turn, arching her back toward the glowing heat of his throbbing cock. "I thought you'd never ask!"