I shouldn’t have…but I did

I shouldn't have...but I did. 

It had been months since my divorce, and though I had recently started
dating again, I was more than just a bit gun-shy about some of the men
my best friend and sister had been trying to hook me up with.  Only one
of which I had actually had sex with, primarily because he had been
good looking...and I had been horny.
Peter, as she had referred to him was a tall, well toned without being
overly muscled young man.  Though she later confirmed it, I had guessed
him to be eighteen or nineteen, with sun bleached hair and a light tan
as he began mowing her yard wearing nothing more than a cut off pair of
Levi jeans. 

"Julie's boy," she told me, referring to their next door neighbor.
"Peter just graduated high school a couple of months ago, and will soon
be heading off into the Navy.  Just waiting for his papers to go
through I guess.  Too bad too, he's been nice to look at when he's come
over to mow the lawn.  Sometimes his younger brother Dave does it, but
I get guilty every time I look at him, two years younger than his
brother is, but just as good looking." 

I caught my breath just then still looking out, I had seen Peter
nonchalantly reach down and scratch his groin as he pushed the mower.
That simple innocent act sending a wickedly erotic jolt of pleasure
down between my legs.  For the briefest of moments, I'd actually
imagined him taking his cock out in order to stroke it.  Talk about
instantaneous unexpected fantasies! 

"Get a grip girl!" I told myself and finally stepped away from the
window.  "He's way too damn young!" 

As I turned my sister was sitting there at her kitchen table grinning at
me. 

"What?" 

"Maybe...you should throw Peter a going away fuck," she laughed. 

"Yeah right, don't be ridicules Joyce!" I admonished her, yet my pussy
was thinking the very same thing.  Already I could feel the sudden
appearance of moisture beginning to seep into my crotch, and now wished
for the first time I'd actually brought my robe over with me.  I
hurriedly sat down at the table, but I'd forgotten about the other
telltale signs, which my sister immediately picked up on. 

"Oh I am, am I?  Then why is it if the thought isn't already running
around inside that wicked little head of yours, that you're sitting
there with your high-beams on honey?" 

I looked down at myself.  Sure enough, my nipples were rock hard,
pressing against the thin material of the white wife-beater I had on.
It couldn't be any more noticeable.  Which is when I then realized the
mower had stopped somewhere along the way, and the sound of someone
knocking on her kitchen screen door made me jump. 

"Mrs. Jackson?" Peter asked peering through the door at us as we sat at
her table.  "Your mowers out of gas, and there wasn't any more in the
gas can either.  I'd offer to go and get some myself, but I happen to
be without any transportation at the moment." 

"Come in Peter!" Joyce called out to him as I sat glaring at her.  Had
she forgotten I was sitting there half naked?  Then I realized...she
hadn't.  Before I could even begin to react, Peter stepped inside. 

"Debra?  This is Peter, Peter...my sister Debra," she said introducing
us.  Though I noticed as he stepped over to take my hand, his eyes had
already locked onto my chest, though he quickly looked up upon
realizing that, his face reddening. 

"Pleased to meet you," he said taking his hand back, though for a moment
I'd almost wished he hadn't. 

"Unfortunately, Ted's at the golf course, so he has our car," she told
him.  "Would you mind taking him to get some gas?" Joyce turned asking
me. 

"I'm ah...not exactly dressed for that you know," I said once again
glaring at her, though she found it obviously amusing, as I again
turned seeing Peter's eyes once more locked on my nipples, which felt
like they had turned to petrified stone at this point, and looked like
it too. 

"I guess you can take my car," I then stated, forgetting myself for a
moment as I stood to grab my purse.  It was no more than two, perhaps
three feet away on the counter, but plenty of time for me to realize my
mistake, though it was already far too late for that.  I now stood
there in my sister's kitchen in nothing more than a white pair of
cotton panties, and my wife-beater with my full breasts looking like
they'd been painted on, my nipples all swollen and hard as rocks
pressing against it.  All I could think of to do was fish inside my
purse for the keys, and hand them to him.  Pretending as I did so, that
my attire, such as it was...was perfectly natural for me to be standing
there in. 

The problem was, I could still feel the wetness between my legs, but I
sure as hell wasn't about to look down either and draw any more
attention than I already was. 

"You know sis, your lawn could use a good mowing too.  How longs it
been?  Two?  Three weeks?" 

Now I felt my face beginning to flush.  One, because I was dressed the
way that I was with a sopping wet crotch.  And two, because I was
actually embarrassed that I'd been neglecting my own yard work,
something which I truly hated doing. 

"I'd be glad to come over and mow it for you, just as soon as I'm
finished here," Peter told me. 

"There, problem solved!" Joyce said speaking up before I could,
"provided your mower still works of course," she had to add. 

Peter had already turned having taken my keys and headed out before I
could respond to that one way or the other. 

"What the hell are you up to?" I found myself asking my sister instead.
But all she did was smile at me and laugh. 

"Nothing besides getting your lawn mowed," she grinned wickedly.  "Which
reminds me, when was the last time you got it mowed anyway?" She now
asked. 

I knew damn well she wasn't talking about my lawn either.  Truth was, I
had always kept my pussy bare, nice and smooth.  And had in fact just
shaved it again last night before slipping into bed.  But again, that
still wasn't what she had meant either. 

"You really are incorrigible, you know that?" I answered.  "Now, before
he gets back, how about you lend me something to wear?" I asked. 

** 

At least Joyce was kind enough to lend me a pair of decent shorts to
wear home, though I was still a bit self-conscious about the
wife-beater and no bra.  Peter had finished her lawn in short order
shortly after his return.  Just long enough for another cup of coffee
and some catching up gossip, though for the most part my sister kept
teasing me about tossing Peter a "sweet friendly fuck," as she called
it.  "Better than an extra tip," she had added. 

I stuck my tongue out at her as Peter and I left.  I had no intention of
doing anything even remotely like that of course, but I still couldn't
help fantasizing about it anyway as we made the quick trip back to my
place. 

"Can I say something and not mean any offense by it?" Peter stated as we
drove the short distance home.  I smiled, holding my own nervousness,
and curiosity in check. 

"Sure, go ahead," I said smiling demurely, trying to look something less
than the cat who had swallowed the canary, though I'd already caught
myself thinking about swallowing something else. 

"You've got really amazing boobs!" He said startling, and surprising me
with his boldness.  Now I did laugh, unable to help myself. 

Not wanting to embarrass him, nor myself any more than I already was, I
tried keeping it light, a bit flirty perhaps...but friendly. 

"I bet you say that to all the girls." 

He actually looked surprised at that, his eyes wide as he responded back
to me.  "No, I don't...never have in fact, you're the first.
But...I've only seen one other girl naked anyway, my ex girlfriend, and
she didn't have boobs anywhere's near as big, or as pretty as yours
are!" 

It was a strange compliment to have received, especially the way I'd
received it, and with Peter sitting next to me in the car actually
staring at my tits.  Though had I of been in his shoes, I probably
would have too.  Just innocent, and naive enough not to know better.
But then again, I only had myself to blame for looking the way I now
looked too. 

"Thank you," I said simply not knowing exactly what else to say, though
my mind jumped out ahead of me like it quite often did whenever I
became aroused.  "I take it she was your first then?" 

"First?" He said in that same naive way, and then realized what I'd
meant by that.  "Oh no...we ah, we ah never did that," he said
blushing.  "In fact, well...I'm still a virgin," he all but blurted,
though continuing.  "And I'm actually nervous about that too, you
know...going in the Navy here soon and all, can only imagine what the
other guys will think, or even do to me maybe, once they find out." 

I did laugh openly, embarrassing him a little perhaps though I had tried
very hard not to.  "I'm sorry," I said still trying to control my
giggling.  "But it's just that I'm actually surprised.  As good looking
a boy as you are, and knowing how kids are these days, it's just
surprising to find one as attractive as you are...to still be a
virgin!" 

Now he laughed too, once again easing the tension.  "Not like I haven't
tried," he explained.  "But the one girl, not even my ex...that I
thought about doing something like that with, wanted to wait until we
were married.  And I wasn't exactly in the marrying frame of mind at
the time.  I've always wanted to see a little bit of the world first
before settling down, and I thought that joining the Navy for a few
years, and doing that would be the most opportune way.  Unfortunately,
most of the girls I've known didn't see it that way.  Hence me still
being a virgin." 

We had just reached my street and was about to pull up into the
driveway.   "Tell you what, after you've finished mowing my...forest,"
I amended.  "Come inside and we'll finish this conversation we're
having," I told him, though again for the life of me...I didn't know
why I had said that.  I knew damn well I was teasing myself in a way,
and perhaps him a little too.  But I'd enjoyed talking to him, and if
anything, wasn't quite ready to shoo him back home again too soon
either. 

I quickly showed him where my own mower was, and then left him to his
work while I went inside to once again change my clothes into something
a bit more appropriate perhaps than what I'd been wearing.   It was
already getting warm however as I stood there in my bedroom, now naked
trying to figure out what exactly it was I could wear without looking
too obvious about it. 

"Obvious about what?" I asked myself.  "It's not like you're actually
planning on fucking the poor boy now are you?" I once again asked
silently.  "Or was I?" 

The truth was, I now found myself thinking about it, wondering.
Wondering if in fact he actually might be interested.  "Chasing
Cougars?"  Wasn't that the term I'd been hearing lately.  "Was I?
Would Peter see me in that light?  Would he even be interested?
Admiring my boobs was one thing.  Giving his virginity away to a woman
he'd most likely never see again was something else entirely.
Especially when I was almost twice his age. 

I put another tight fitting red blouse on.  No bra.  And a matching pair
of red shorts to go with it.  No panties.   And then I traipsed back
down to the kitchen area to make up a batch of iced tea for when Peter
was finished with the lawn. 

** 

Half an hour later he was standing at my back door.  I waved at him,
motioning for him to come in.  "I made some iced-tea," I said
pleasantly, though his look told me upon hearing that he didn't really
care for it. 

"Thanks, but I'd really prefer a beer if you have any," he said walking
over to stand next to my kitchen counter.  It was just noon, but I
figured one beer wasn't going to hurt this early.  It just so happened
that I had a few Corona's in the refrigerator so I pulled two of them
out.   "You have any limes?" he now asked. 

I did, but I almost told him I didn't, starting to get just a little
irritated with his sudden brashness the way I saw it.  But once again
my own horniness and my odd attraction to this young man both
physically as well as towards this somewhat bold attitude caused me to
do otherwise.  I quickly retrieved a lime and began cutting it up for
our beers. 

He stood still leaning against the counter as I strolled over towards
the kitchen table preparing to sit down, knowing as I did so he was
staring at me, no doubt admiring my tight fitting red outfit. 

"I liked the other shirt you had on better," I heard him suddenly
saying. 

With my back still towards him I set my beer down on the kitchen table.
Surprised unexpected anger, a bit of irritation with this young man
caused me to do something that had I taken a moment more to think
about, I probably wouldn't have done.  Grabbing the bottom of my tank
top, I suddenly yanked it up and over my head, turning, grabbing my
beer as I did so.  Tossing my top onto the table, I finished the turn
lifting my beer up to my mouth sipping from it.  I noticed as I did so,
Peter had been in the process of sipping on his too, and now held it
against his mouth, though he didn't drink.  The surprise at my sudden
action catching him totally off guard.  His eyes were wide, as I stood
there in front of him, my bare breasts both clearly revealed. 

"That better?" I asked. 

"Damn!"  He finally said lowering his bottle without having taken a
drink from it, drawing out the single word as though it were a sentence
all by itself.  I couldn't help but smile, his obvious appreciation was
disarming as he stood there staring at my tits.  As he did, I felt my
nipples immediately begin to stiffen, my rather large areola's
crinkling up excitedly.  And then my own eyes wandered.  Still leaning
against my kitchen counter, it was nigh impossible not to notice the
sudden growing bulge between his legs.  The tight fitting Levi shorts
he had on, simply not able to contain the press of his rapidly growing
prick as he stood there.  A fact that he became immediately aware of as
it became quickly uncomfortable. 

Once again I put my beer down on the table and sauntered over towards
him, my full breasts jutting out enticingly as I approached. 

"I hope you don't mind my asking..." he began.  "But are those real?" 

Peter was so innocent, so naive, that I'd quickly come to the conclusion
he was simply being himself, speaking his mind, putting words to his
thoughts before actually thinking them through.  I laughed. 

"See for yourself," I told him as I stepped up to stand there in front
of him, only inches separating the two of us.  I hadn't had children,
nor would I ever do so.  Something I had learned several years back.
Though in a way I was now glad I hadn't, my almost forty-year old
breasts looking as good as any woman's might half my age, especially as
big and full as they were, though they did rest against my ribcage a
bit heavier than they once had. 

Peter didn't need to be invited, or asked twice however as his hands
immediately came up to surround, and almost immediately begin kneading
my aroused flesh like a contented kitten. 

"Damn," he said again speaking his one word long drawn out sentence. 

"You like huh?" I purred back, enjoying the feel as he continued to
squeeze, press and now palm my hard erect nipples, rubbing them in
small gentle circles, which had the effect of releasing a driblet of
arousal between my legs.  Much more of that, because I hadn't worn any
panties, I knew I'd be soaking my crotch in no time.  My own newfound
boldness took over as well as I softly reached out, fingers easily
locating the firmness pressed against his pants.  I allowed my
fingernail to teasingly begin carving out an outline around his rock
hard shaft. 

"Ohh!" he moaned, shivering uncontrollably as I did that. 

"You like that too huh?" I grinned continuing to do so. 

"Oh fuck yeah," he said pinching one nipple a bit too firmly, but I
accepted the sweet momentary pain as being a sign of his ever-growing
need and lust as we stood there. 

Reaching over with my other hand, I quickly popped the button on his
jeans and then likewise began lowering the zipper on them too.  "So
Peter, have any of your ex-girlfriends given you a blowjob at least?" 

"Yeah, a couple of times, one did anyway...well, sort of." 

I looked him in the eye, eyebrows raised in question.   "What do you
mean by sort of?" 

"Well you know...she sucked on it a little, for a while.  But then she
took it out just before I came, didn't want to...well, you know.
But...she DID let me shoot all over her breasts, that was nice!" He
grinned remembering. 

I could tell by the expression on his face that even that had to have
been a major turning point in his life.  I rather enjoyed the feel of
that myself on occasion, but as he'd already experienced that, I
thought I'd give him something else even more pleasurable to remember.
Wordlessly, I finished unzipping his shorts.  The moment I had they
came loose falling all the way down to his ankles.  I had already half
suspected, and now confirmed, he hadn't been wearing anything beneath
them.  His young very aroused prick stood up thick and straight, not
overly huge by any means, but certainly well above the norm.  I held it
briefly in my hand, feeling the heat and throb of it as I caressed him
from prick tip to his balls, gently caressing them as we stood there.
I was enjoying the catch in his breath each and every time I slowly
stroked down, watching his shinny hard prick-tip unsheathe itself.
Even better, a nice pearly droplet of precum suddenly oozing from the
tiny eye-slit when I did. 

It was then that I dropped down onto my knees before he knew what I was
about.  My mouth suddenly surrounding the spear-like tip of his shaft,
his smooth head sliding in as my lips surrounded it, sucking it,
teasing it with the tip of my tongue. 

"Oh fuck...that's nice," he again drawled out the words, rolling them
over with his tongue as the excitement of the sensation became clearly
evidenced in the way he had spoken them. 

I cupped his now very tight ball sack in my hand, letting one finger
graze that tender little sweet spot in between his balls and ass, my
mouth now working ever so softly just the tip of his prick for a
moment.  I then engulfed him as fully as I could, nearly swallowing his
entire length, breathing through my nose as I did so, sucking, holding,
sucking him again as his knees weakened. 

"Fuck Debra...I'm not sure..." he stammered fighting with every bit of
strength he had left to keep from squirting off inside my mouth.  I
pulled away only for an instant. 

"Just enjoy," I told him..."Go ahead, cum in my mouth," I then said,
engulfing him again almost immediately.   And almost immediately, upon
doing that, I felt the first powerful spurt of his semen hitting the
roof of my mouth.  Admittedly it had caught me by surprise, even though
I thought I was prepared for it.  He had been closer than even I
thought he was.  I was ready for the second, and the third however as I
felt each one pulsating forcefully into my throat, nearly gagging as I
did so, there was so much of it! 

After half a dozen full charged jettisons of his spunk, Peter finally
ebbed off some, though still squirting.  I continued to drink his
essence down, savoring the musky, slightly salty flavor of him as I did
so.  I finally looked up, still licking his prick tip, digging into his
tiny eye-slit with my tongue as though to dig out whatever else
remained.  He still had his eyes closed, one hand resting on the
counter top for support, the other on the back of my head as he
shuddered, groaning pleasurably. 

He was still very firm as I stood, holding his prick in my hand, licking
my lips still tasting him.  Though he had softened a little, I was
always amazed at the resiliency of a young man's cock, remembering a
time or two myself how they could so quickly bounce back from a recent
spending.  Counting on that, hoping for it. 

"So Peter, have you ever licked a woman's pussy before?"  I stood,
feeling the wetness between my legs even more apparent than it had
been, knowing by now my crotch was totally soaked, already beginning to
wiggle out of my own shorts as I stood there in front of him. 

"Once," he offered.  "But all she did was giggle when I did it, so
eventually I gave up," he said honestly. 

"She giggled?"  I thought about that for a moment.   Obviously she
enjoyed it enough, so Peter had to have been doing something right,
though I was now curious to find out why for myself. 

"Yeah, I think it tickled more than felt good," he added.  "Anyway, that
was the only time." 

"But you're willing to do it again yes?" 

"Oh hell yes!" His eyes widening as he said that, my hand now taking his
in mine, though he didn't immediately step away with me as I pulled on
him.  Holding me at arm's length, he now looked down, his eyes boring
into my very displayed bare pussy.  "Wow, I've never seen one quite
like that before," he told me.  "Well, not since my sister was a baby
anyway," he then added. 

Once again I had to laugh, pulling on his arm again.  "Come on Peter,
come make me giggle." 

** 

Both of us naked, I led him upstairs towards my bedroom.  Looking back
as we reached the door, not at all surprised to see his cock firmly
hard again, sticking up and straight, his once pink tip swollen purple
now, his head throbbing as I led him over towards the bed making myself
comfortable.  I was half tempted to take him into my mouth again, but I
was hoping for more, a lot more. 

"Come lick my pussy Peter," I said giggling even then, liking the sound
of what I'd just said.   I felt wickedly horrid, delightfully obscene
as I lay back against the pillows, legs bent at the knee.  I knew he
could see very clearly the wet glistening lips of my sex, my own pussy
now swollen, puffy with desire as he placed himself there between my
wide open legs, for a moment just looking at me.  I was content to
allow him to do that, for a moment anyway.  And then I felt his finger
tip introduce itself to my tender little clit, making me jump when he
did that.  In an instant however, he had traded places with his finger,
his lips immediately capturing and sucking my clit, his tongue suddenly
and quite rapidly flicking my clit, and I knew then what had caused his
girlfriend to giggle. 

"Whoa sport!" I said pushing his head away for a moment.   "That little
man in the boat there?  It isn't a race, not yet anyway," I actually
giggled.  "Lick it slowly at first...softly, in fact, get me aroused
just a bit more, licking me elsewhere before directly tickling my clit.
 Let me get used to it before you actually do that," I instructed him.
"I think that's why your girlfriend giggled so much.  If you start
doing that too soon, it does actually tickle more than feel good," I
informed him. 

Much to my delight, he began doing just that.  I felt his tongue now
slowly explore my inner-self, fucking me gently with it.  His mouth now
capturing my swollen labia, sucking and gently chewing on my lips, one
finger now coming up to likewise probe my depths adding to the
escalating pleasure. 

"Oh yeah, that's it baby.  Much...much better," I cooed enjoying his
naïveté, his willingness to learn and explore as I lay there enjoying
his explorations.  He then reached up with his free hand, capturing one
of my nipples again, I playing with the other one myself as he rolled
my hard nub between his fingertips.  This time his pinch felt good,
once again adding to my own level of arousal.  "Hmm, yes, I like that,"
I told him.  "Pull on them baby, while you're now sucking my clit!" I
added. 

He went back to my clit, easily finding it, his mouth once again
surrounding, sucking, though this time a bit more gently than he had
before. 

"Yes, yes!  That's perfect, keep doing it like that!" I told him, his
finger slowly working itself in and out of my pussy, teasing my "G"
spot even though I was pretty sure he didn't know he was doing that.
Likewise, he did pull, still twisting, tugging on my hard extended
nipple, the pleasure-pain of his doing that now wanted, needed as he
likewise sucked in my clit.  There was no giggling now, no tickling.
Only the sweet, sweet joy of having my pussy licked so wonderfully, so
pleasurably after such a long, long fucking time! 

Almost as quickly as he had done, I felt myself reaching the edge.  I
thought about warning him, though I wasn't sure if I would, or
wouldn't...but then felt the beginning of my climax, too late to say
anything as I gave myself over to it. 

I did squirt a little, just enough to surprise him, though he continued
on sucking, licking and mouthing my cunt.  I saw stars going off inside
my head, the wave of pleasure crashing over me, against me...every
fiber of my being suddenly seized in what became one of the most
intensely satisfying orgasms of my entire life. 

I almost believe I had lost consciousness for a moment, coming around
again, only then realizing he had crawled up to lay next to me, though
his mouth now working on one of my still erect, somewhat sensitive
nipples.  The touch of his finger still inside, slowly stroking me, the
wetness of my spending clinging to it, the sounds he was making
slippery, squishy, sensually erotic. 

"Wow," he said simply. 

"Wow is right," I returned back leaning over to kiss him then deeply,
passionately rolling him over onto his back as I did so.  We kissed
again before I finally forced myself to sit up, looking down at him.
His cock hard as I'd ever seen it, perhaps even harder, throbbing all
on its own only inches away from my thoroughly drenched cunt.  "Peter?
I'm not expecting you to, if you don't want to..." 

"Fuck me Debra," he then told me, interrupting my sentence.  "I want to
fuck you too!" he added. 

I lifted up just enough to reposition myself, coming down once again,
not quite allowing him entry as I rested my wet split against the
length of his extremely hard dick.  I proceeded to slide back and forth
against him then, letting him feel my slickness as it bathed his
precious cock.  I enjoyed the feel of his hands as he reached up, once
again taking each of my breasts, molding them, teasing the nipples.  As
he did that, I felt his cock tip suddenly catch in the groove of my
split, in the very next second I moved up, and then down.  I felt, as
we both did, the entire length of his shaft suddenly penetrate, driving
up fully inside me. 

"Fuck!" he blurted out loudly. 

"Hold still," I now whispered.  "Just relax, feel it...and enjoy it for
a moment more before moving again." 

It had been a long, long time since I'd seen that look of pure unbridled
wonder and discovery.  I could see by his expression he was even now
hovering on the precipice of orgasm, fighting with all his might to
keep his prick from ejaculating inside me.  I held very still, though
teasing him a little with a contraction or two as I held a vice-like
grip on his prick with my cunt. 

"Whew...that was close," he said a moment later.  "Fuck...I've never
felt anything like this!" He then added, "And I thought your mouth felt
good!" 

I couldn't help but smile, looking down at his young boyish face filled
with so much surprise, wonder and pleasure.  "I'll hold still now at
first," I whispered.  "Move as much or as little as you want to.  Just
enjoy the sensation, what it's like as you begin fucking my pussy.  Not
too hard, not too fast, we're not in a race here either," I reminded
him. 

I held still, feeling Peter's tentative thrusts inside my pussy, the
slow easy way that he slid in, and then drew himself out, almost
torturous to us both before he again held himself still. 

"You're doing good," I told him.  "Now you lay still while I do you,
when you're ready..." I once again grinned at him.  He took a moment
more, steeling himself. 

"Ready." 

I moved upwards, enjoying the thrill of his penis as I slid over and
against it, feeling it not quite exit my cunt before I just as slowly
lowered myself down over it.  The thickness of his prick teasing the
walls of my cunt, his hardness almost chilling, as I then grounded
myself against him, rotating my hips briefly, grinding his meat inside. 

"Fuck!" He moaned audibly as I repeated the tease, once again up, and
then down, ever so slowly, sitting upon him his prick tip tickling my
cervix.  "I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out," he freely
admitted.  "I almost lost it that time," he grinned boyishly, a bit
embarrassed by the admission.  "And, don't I need to pull out?" He now
asked a bit worriedly. 

"I'm totally safe, so you can spunk me as much as you'd like," as I
clenched his prick with my pussy again, using my muscles to caress him
with. 

"Fuck," he moaned pleasurably, feeling it as I did.  "Can we do it again
when I do?" 

I couldn't help but laugh.   "Sure we can, as much as you'd like unless
you have other plans," I assured him.  "I think it depends more on you
doesn't it?" 

"I just didn't want you to be too disappointed in me," he stated.
"Might take several minutes for me to get hard again.  Sometimes when I
jerk off, it can take as much as ten, sometimes fifteen minutes before
I can get hard again." 

"That long huh?" I teased as I slid up and down the length of his shaft.
 Peter now thrusting inside me as I did, the two of us now finally
moving together as one, meeting one another with a sudden rapidity that
could be heard in the slap of flesh against flesh as our fucking
finally took on some urgency. 

"Oh fuck!" He warned moments later, though neither one of us slowed down
or backed off, our coupling if anything growing wilder, harder as he
slammed into my pussy from below, and as I met him just as fiercely
from above, moments later hearing, and then feeling his first massive
spurt as he began filling me.  As he did, I felt my own pussy gush,
gush again, and then spurt.  My juices just as powerfully squirting
from my own cunt now as I came, joining him in his own sweet pleasured
bliss.  We drenched one another completely, saturating the sheets on my
bed, though neither one of us seemed to mind as we rolled over one
another.  Crazily, wildly, Peter now kneeling between my legs, his
prick thrusting in and out of me like a machine, his prick still
squirting inside almost magically still. 

We collapsed, breathless, spent.  Each one of us trying to gather out
wits about us as we rocked back and forth, still slowly coupling though
the intensity of the mutual orgasm itself was long since passed. 

"I think I could stay inside you forever," he informed me. 

Now I did giggle, loud and long.  "Baby?  As hard as you still are,
you're welcome to remain right where you are, for as long as you want
to!" 

Ten minutes later, we were fucking like minks, Peter spearing me with
that magnificent cock of his from above now, as I lay below him, rising
up to greet each and every thrust as he pounded me into sweet oblivion.
 Just before he came this time however, I did make him pull out. 

"Squirt it on my tits baby," I asked.  "I want to see you cum this
time." 

I wasn't disappointed either. 

** 

We were resting side by side, still lightly caressing one another when
the phone rang.  I looked up at the clock, it was just after three in
the afternoon then. 

"Hello?" 

"Well?  Did you or didn't you?" My sister asked.  "I figured since I
hadn't heard back from you before now, that you probably hadn't, or I
would have," she chuckled. 

At first I didn't say anything, just contentedly laying there still half
in a dream. 

"Well?  Did you, or didn't you?" she asked a bit irritably. 

"Here, ask him yourself," I told her handing the phone to Peter as I
slithered down between his legs, once again taking his cock into my
mouth, gently sucking it. 

"Hello?" he asked pleasurably and then laughed.  "Oh yeah, we did...four
times now in fact," he said proudly.  "What?  Oh...well, she's sort of
busy at the moment," he told her, and then put his hand over the
mouthpiece speaking to me.  "She wants to know what you're so busy
doing that you can't talk to her at the moment," he asked. 

"So tell her," I laughed, taking his cock back into my mouth, delighting
in the fact it was already stiffening so magnificently again. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah...really," I mouthed not removing my lips. 

"Joyce?  Well uh...she told me to tell you, she's ah...oh fuck, she's
a...sucking my dick at the moment.   Yeah...she really is," he moaned
deeply into the phone.  "What?  Oh...ok, I will," he laughed hanging
up. 

"What did she say?" I asked. 

"She said she was on her way over," he moaned as I took him in as far
and as deeply as I could before speaking again. 

"Why does that not surprise me?" I chuckled.  "Think you can handle the
two of us?" I then asked. 

"I don't know, maybe.  But I'd sure as hell like to find out!" 

"Yeah, me too," I grinned as I nursed his cock back to full hardness,
expecting to hear the sound of my front door opening any moment now.
But that too had been a mistake.  He was lousy in bed, looking out only
for himself.

Like I had been doing, I then swore another oath of chastity on myself
(at least through a minimum of six dates) before allowing so much as a
titty fondle.  So far, I'd managed to go the distance of three dates
with the men Joyce, my sister had sent my way.  Either they were in too
big a hurry to take me to bed, or I knew at the end of three dates we
simply weren't compatible.

"I don't know what I'm going to do about you," she had told me one
morning.  "I mean I'm glad to see you're at least going out once in a
while, but you're getting more and more moody with each passing day
too," she then added.  Which was true...I had been.

Going without sexual release just simply wasn't normal for me.  Not that
I didn't masturbate, because I did.  Every single day, and sometimes
twice.  But that was more like a stress-relief kind of an orgasm, and
not a pleasurable "felt like I'd died and gone to heaven," kind of a
climax.   That kind I hadn't had for longer than I cared to think
about.

"Yeah, I know...just not easy these days," I told her.  "I'm nearing
forty, and at the moment most of the good ones are already taken.
Seems like all I'm getting are the ones more like my ex, who's now out
doing what they are.  Looking for an easy score, fresh new pussy, and
no commitment."

"Well?  Maybe that's what you should be doing right now.  Just relax,
enjoy yourself.  The right man will come along when it's time Debra.
Until he does, quit insisting on that silly six date rule of yours."

I laughed at that.  "Oh?  And what's so silly about that?  If you
remember correctly in the beginning, I was more than willing to just be
my old horny self, even if that made it look like I was easy or
something.  And then the very first guy I end up going to bed with
since my divorce, pops off in less than fifteen seconds.  Next thing I
know he's laying next to me, snoring away in my bed.  Damned if I'm
ever going to let that happen again!" I responded back.

I had no sooner said that, than the sound of a lawn mower starting up in
my sister's back yard startled me, not to mention making it slightly
noisier inside my sister's kitchen.  On most Saturdays, I had gotten in
the habit of driving over to my sister's house for an early morning cup
of coffee and weekly gossip.  Having been doing so for so long, and
since she lived less than a mile away from my house, I'd gotten in the
habit of just driving over, usually in nothing more than a wife-beater
tee shirt, panties, and if I even remembered to grab it, my robe.  This
was one of those days when I hadn't even bothered to bring that as warm
as it already was.  I glanced up at the clock on my sister's wall, it
was barely past seven.

"Isn't that a little early to be mowing the lawn?" I asked standing up
as though to freshen my coffee though I was curious to see who'd be
mowing my sister's yard at this god-forsaken hour of the morning.  I
stood looking out the window.

"That's probably Peter," Joyce said now standing, walking over to join
me as the two of us stood looking out the window together.  "As hot as
it's been getting lately, he likes to get an earlier start before it
gets too unbearably hot to mow the lawn."  She paused for just a
moment, adding.  "Cute butt on him isn't it?" She now asked.

He was obviously young, but very handsome and good looking for his age.
"How'd you end up with a hottie like that mowing your yard for you?" I
asked still glaring out the window at him.

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