Chapter 3

We had been in the shower for about twenty minutes. Lisa, I found out, was as good as her word. She had scrubbed me with a great big bath sponge until my hide was pink and I had returned the favor. Now she was on her knees in front of me, industriously deep throating my cock. I was trying to get her off it because I wanted her to finish her plan. That is, I wanted her to ride me until I cried uncle. I was looking forward to watching and playing with her beautiful tits while she bounced on my cock.

“Lisa!” I moaned as she took me deep in her throat, her pert nose pressed against my belly while her tongue flicked at my balls. “Lisa, damn it! I’m gonna cum if you keep this up!” I was right on the ragged edge, a few more seconds of her expert head and I was going to blast off right down her throat.

I gritted my teeth and tangled a hand in her wet hair, gently pulling her off my cock. “Damn it woman, that thing only has a certain number of shots in it, you know!” I said as she got to her feet.

She looked at me and then laughed. “My God Larry, you do have a way with words, don’t you?”

I pulled her close and kissed the end of her nose. “It’s not that I don’t like the way you suck my cock,” I said to her. “It’s just that I’m kinda looking forward to having you fuck me.”

“I’m kinda looking forward to it too, stud,” she said with a smile. She kissed my nipple and captured it with her teeth, lashing it with her tongue as her hands found my rod and held it. I shivered and my desire to fuck her went up a notch.

She let my nipple go, shut the water off and pushed me out of the shower. She picked up a huge, fluffy towel and quickly dried me off; toweling my short hair dry while I was on my knees so she could reach it. “There,” she said, tossing the towel into a hamper. “You’re sparkling clean. Go wait for me in bed, ok? I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

I picked up her towel and leered at her. “I’m a hell of a towel boy,” I said to her.

“Next time,” she smiled, taking the towel out of my hand. “Now go on!”

I left the bathroom and walked to the bed, a huge thing that I think they call a California King. Aside from that enormous bed and a pair of nightstands flanking it, there was a chest at the foot of the bed, probably full of bedding, and two comfortable looking armchairs in a far corner of the room, with an end table between them and a floor lamp flanking each chair. An open book was on the seat of one of the chairs and a pair of reading glasses sat on the table.

The doorway to the hall was on the left wall of the bedroom, next to the doorway of the dressing rooms. So it was two dressing rooms, the walk-in closet and then the bathroom, all interconnected, with the bathroom doorway facing the bed.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the room. It was big and plush, and very nicely decorated. It was not an obviously girly-girl kind of space; a man could be comfortable in here too. It was like the rest of the house though, in that it reeked of money. Lots of money. Her ex must have been loaded.

I turned down the bed, revealing sinfully sensual silk sheets and lay down, wondering just what I was getting involved in here. I had already decided that her ex must be a first class moron. Lisa had a bright and inquisitive mind, she was easy to talk to and even easier to look at. She said that she had been faithful through twenty years of marriage and I believed her.

However, her best character trait as far as I could see was that she was a lady in the living room and a bawdy, randy bitch in the bedroom. It was a perfect combination. I shook my head and decided that I was wrong about her ex. He was not a first class moron; he was a world-class idiot studying to become a first class moron. That’s when the day caught up with me and I dozed off.

I woke up after I’d had a fifteen-minute catnap. Some one had been in the room while I was sleeping; the lights had been shut off and the room was lit entirely by candle light. There was music playing very softly in the background through ceiling speakers connected to an intercom system. I was still alone in the bed and that was a little worrying. Had she changed her mind about wanting to fuck the day away with me?

‘Don’t be stupid, Larry,’ I thought to myself as I looked around the room again. Nobody sets a romantic scene like this just to send their lover home. I heard the dressing room door open and I stopped thinking as a walking wet dream stepped into the candle light.

It was Lisa, of course, but an utterly transformed Lisa. She was wearing something that I recognized from the Victoria’s Secret catalogs that one of my roomies got in the mail and usually left in the bathroom at the apartment. It was called an Embroidered Eyelet Babydoll, and she had matched it with Chantilly Lace boyshorts and Tease Me seamed thigh high stockings, all in black. On her feet, she was wearing black open toed five-inch stiletto pumps.

Her hair was dry and arranged in some kind of a complicated hairdo on the top of her head, and it glowed a deep russet color in the candle light. Having her hair up emphasized the long, slender column of her neck and looking at it, I wanted to go to her and nuzzle it.

She was wearing skillfully applied makeup too, and with it, she had managed to take years off her face. Her cheekbones were only slightly emphasized, but add that to the Egyptian Queen look that she had achieved with her eye makeup, and she looked as fuckable as hell.

She posed for me just outside the door to the dressing room and smiled brilliantly as my cock rose and saluted her. “I was going to ask you if you liked it.” She eyed my erect cock again and giggled, “But I can see that you do.”

She walked, no; she strutted down the length of the room and stopped next to me. “Jesus Christ!” I said in a strangled voice. “Do that again, would you please?” She gave me another smile and strutted the length of the room and back again. I don’t know how to explain how walking in five-inch stiletto heels changes a woman’s gait. Suffice it to say that I had never been more aroused just by watching a woman walk as I was by her at that moment.

I sat up on the side of the bed and Lisa sank down into my lap, her firm, boyshort-clad butt pressed delightfully against my cock. She put her arm around my neck and smiled at me as I ogled her. “You look gorgeous, babe,” I whispered. I lifted a hand and gently traced the outline of her hard nipple through the see-thru material of her top.

“I knew that you’d like it,” she purred. She got out of my lap and walked back to the dressing room door, reaching inside and putting out the light and then walking back to me. I was enthralled. Her ass was a thing of beauty, flexing and swaying as she moved. Farther down, her legs were masterpieces, sculpted by the stiletto heels and highlighted by the stockings. On the return trip, her breasts bounced and swayed, her rigidly erect nipples just barely visible through the semi-opaque material. The boyshorts emphasized the tight fullness of her ass and helped to define her hourglass figure.

I couldn’t get enough of looking at her, and perversely, I couldn’t wait to get her out of that outfit and on her back under me. I wanted to fuck her so bad I could taste it.

She walked up to me and straddled my legs, sitting on my knees again. “What are you thinking?” she asked as she rested her arms on my shoulders.

“I ... I’m not thinking,” I replied in a hoarse voice. I swallowed and tried again. “I don’t have enough blood left in my head to run my brain!”

“You poor boy,” she cooed, wrapping her arms around my head and pulling me forward until my face was buried in her imposing cleavage. “I can’t wait until it’s your great big cock in there,” she whispered. “Are you going to cum on my face when you fuck my tits, Larry?” Her breath was hot against my ear. “Or are you going to stick that monster in my mouth and make me eat your cum?”

“Oh God!” I groaned. My hands were on her ass, squeezing her firm flesh. I turned my head and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth, tonguing it and chewing it lightly through the material of her top. She arched her back, pushing her tit deeper into my mouth as she took a hissing breath through her clenched teeth.

Her ass came up off my lap and she reached between her legs. I heard the sound of Velcro being torn open as she removed the crotch of her sexy little boyshorts, revealing her shaved box, a modification to the boyshorts that she must had done herself. Her soft hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock and suddenly, I could feel the wet heat of her cunt on the tip of my rod as she seated the head of it between her labia.

She groaned as she sat on my cock. “Oh Lord, Larry! You have a magnificent cock! It’s so nice and big, it fills me right up!”

“I’m not that big,” I sighed into her tits. “Your cunt is that tight, is what it is.” I tipped my head back and she covered my mouth with hers, kissing me deeply.

I cupped her ass in my hands after our kiss ended and stood up. Lisa squealed and wrapped herself around me like a Boa Constrictor. I stepped up onto the bed and walked to the middle of it and knelt down, then sat down and stretched out, my cock still deeply planted in Lisa’s pussy.

She got her knees under herself and chuckled. “I think that somebody wants to get fucked.”

I ran my hands up her sides and onto her tits, hefting the weight of them in my hands and flicking my thumbs over her erect nipples. “I think you’re right,” I agreed.

She began to move then, putting her hands on my chest, leaning forward and moving her hips back and forth on my body, my deeply embedded cock stirring her wet cunt as her erect clit scrubbed against my pubis. I looked up at her face and saw that the tip of her tongue was caught between her teeth and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the feeling of my cock in her belly.

“I can feel you all the way in me,” she said in a low, furry voice. “The head of your cock is right there at my cervix, prodding it and it feels wonderful.” She sat up, put her hands behind her head, and arched her back. Her big tits jutted out at me, lush and full, swaying and bobbing gently with her movements. My eyes drifted lower and I saw that her navel was pulled into an oval shape by her position, making her belly look even firmer and flatter than it normally did.

She looked magnificent. They say that a woman hits the peak of her sexuality in her early thirties. If that was true, then Lisa had managed to defy Mother Nature and hang on to hers into her forties. I was suddenly awestruck by the gorgeous female who was mounted on my cock. The way she looked, she could have any man she wanted. Hell, she probably could make any man sit up and beg her for the chance to have her. Yet, here I was, making love to her for the fourth time that night.

I sat up, interrupting her sexual dance on my cock and took her in my arms, kissing the side of her neck and working my way to her mouth. I covered her plush, sensual lips with mine and kissed her. I forgot about everything else and just concentrated on that. I ignored the hot, wet grip of her cunt on my cock, paid no attention to the feel of her lush breasts flattened against my chest, and was oblivious to the feel of her firm ass on my thighs. Our tongues chased each other back and forth between our mouths, and I became intensely aware of the taste of her.

I sank down to my back on the bed, taking her with me, never once breaking our kiss. She whined deep in her throat and melted on top of me, her breath whistling through her nose as that kiss went on and on. I rolled us over until she was on her back and my hips were cradled between her firm thighs, and still we kissed. She clung to me as I fucked her mouth with my tongue, her breathing getting heavier and heavier until she suddenly tore her mouth away from mine and climaxed.

She wailed as her cunt convulsed around the thickness of my cock, her nails digging into my back as I nibbled on the little patch of skin on her neck that throbbed in time with her heartbeat. Her orgasm began to fade away and I cover her lips with mine a second time. I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her and then rammed it right back into her.

She bucked against me and screamed into my mouth as she peaked again, her body writhing on the stake of my cock while I held her down and sucked her tongue. She broke our kiss again, sobbing for breath as I buried my face against her long, elegant neck, slid my hands under her back and gripped her shoulders. I began to fuck her then, using short, sharp jabs, my belly slapping against hers and my cock prodding her cervix with every stroke. Her legs came up around my hips and she drummed her heels against my ass, screaming again as she mindlessly tried to get my cock even deeper into her hungry pussy.

Having this beautiful, mature woman going wild while I made love to her excited the hell out of me, so I only lasted a few minutes. I fucked her hard, moving up her body a bit so the top of my cock was rubbing against her enormously engorged clit. I reared up over her and pinned her to the bed, my hands full of her tits and holding her down as I hammered my cock into her belly. A bare minute later, she came again, her screams fading to a breathless whine as a massive orgasm ravaged her. I could actually feel her tits swell in my hands as her face and breasts flushed red.

I eased up on her a little bit when her eyes rolled back in her head, but I kept my rock hard cock moving in her, using every inch of it on her as she climaxed. She was panting and gasping for air when her eyes opened, staring blindly at me as I slowed down even more, letting her catch her breath. Her fancy hairdo had come undone and her hair was spread out on the pillow, a dark red halo around her head in the candle light.

“Jesus!” she moaned as she rejoined the world, her back arching as I drove my cock deep into her drooling cunt. She lifted her head off the pillow and watched my cock come almost all the way out of her and groaned as I drove it right back into her. “Oh fuck, yeah!” she moaned breathlessly, her hips moving, fucking me back as I worked on her. I squeezed the mounds of her tits hard as I fucked my cock into her tight, buttery cunt, gradually picking up speed until I was screwing her hot, wet cunt with everything I had.

“Aaahh! Larry! Oh, fuck! You’re in me in me so fuckin’ deep!” she whimpered, spreading her legs a wide as she could. “Jesus!” she screeched, “I’m cumming again!” I felt her hairless pussy convulse around my cock as she came hard, her cunt muscles squeezing my cock in a hot, tight grip. “I’m cumming, Larry! Fuck meee!”

Her lewd cries combined with the tightness of her spasming cunt and the sight of my thick shaft stretching her shaved twat was all too much for me and I felt my own orgasm hit. “Uhh! Jesus! I’m cumming too, baby!” I bellowed, ramming my cock into her cunt like a pile driver. “Cumming in your tight little cunt! Oh, God!”

Her eyes rolled as my cock jerked inside her, filling her quivering belly with load after load of hot, thick cum. “Uhh yes, give it to me Larry! Come in my cunt!” she shrieked, her pussy convulsing around my throbbing cock. “Cum, Larry! Cum!”

As we climaxed together, I kept right on driving my spurting cock into her, never slowing for a second as I fucked my writhing lover with all the strength I had left. She bucked up at me, squealing in wanton abandon as our climaxes ravaged us.

It was about seven o’clock in the morning when a highly annoying bell started ringing next to me. I rolled over and felt for the alarm clock, but all I found was more bed. That woke me up. ‘Oh yeah.’ I thought, ‘I’m at Lisa’s house.’

I sat up and scratched my chest, wondering where she was. The clock said that it was seven in the morning, and I decided that I felt better than I had any right to, considering how little sleep I had gotten after the long and athletic night that I’d had. The bell stopped ringing just as I found it with my eyes. It was a simple kitchen timer and there was a note under it. ‘Cum for breakfast.’ I laughed as I read it and wondered if I was going to dine on a little hairless hair pie this morning.

I got out of the bed, wondering if I should show up in the kitchen buck-naked or take the time and the liberty of searching the closet for a robe. I decided on buck-naked. If she had wanted me to have a robe, she would have left me one. I went into the bathroom, took a leak and washed up with a washcloth I found there.

I would have preferred a shower but again, I figured that if she wanted me to have one, she would have mentioned it in her note. As it was, my hands, face, armpits and crotch were all clean, and rather sweeter smelling than I would have liked. The soap I used smelled like roses.

I started to get a hard on while I was walking downstairs to the kitchen. That word ‘cum’ in her note reminded me that although she had blown me at least three times last night, I had yet to go down on her. The more I thought about it, the better I liked the idea. If her box was anywhere near as sweet as her mouth, then lunching at her Y would be a real pleasure.

I found her in the kitchen, stacking sausage patties on a platter that also held piles of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. She was wearing a floor length robe that fit her like a glove and she looked as sexy as hell.