Future of Porn

“(Those who have not read Ch. 1 should do so for the first part of this story, as well as for background information. Feedback is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.)”

*Part 3 - The Wheel’s First Turn*

Dawn. 6 a.m. I awoke with a start, and looked around, not recognizing where I was. As I became aware of my surroundings, I realized I was at home, in my bed. Then I remembered the night before, and my soul filled with foreboding as I remembered that I had showed my passed out wife Melina”s body to my handsome nephew Todd. He had used Melina”s feet to masturbate to a huge climax, draining his big balls and leaving a messy load all over my sleeping, prostrate wife.

After watching that, then masturbating myself to a quick, explosive climax, I fell asleep. I began to dream. Some Voice in my head kept whispering that I wanted to see Melina and Todd having sex. The image of my lovely wife and my handsome nephew copulating was very intense in my mind, and I had to admit to myself that it would be very exciting. Then, still dreaming, I caught myself as jealousy welled up inside. How could I want my wife to succumb to someone else? Why would I want to see her with my nephew?

The Voice whispered again. It told me that I wanted to see them having sex more than anything, and that I would arrange it. I listened, seeing Melina and Todd dancing, as they had at the club just a few hours before. I relaxed, and the Voice whispered “very good”, and faded away.

Waking up fast, I looked around. Melina was not in bed, nor in the room. A hangover was beginning to form in my head as I moved to the bathroom and took a long piss. Stepping into the shower, I noticed it was wet. Melina must’ve showered already. After a quick shower, I dressed and went downstairs.

My wife was cooking breakfast, looking refreshed and radiant. She showed no sign of having passed out from alcohol the night before. Her hair was in a long ponytail. She had on a hot pink swimsuit one-piece top and a red, silky wraparound skirt. And, inevitably, high heel mules with a cork wedge heel. I’d always wondered how she could walk in those heavy-looking shoes.

As I gazed at her pretty feet a moment, I remembered what Todd had done with them the night before. My reverie was interrupted by the sight of the young man himself, helping Melina set the table. As I entered the kitchen, my mind was exploding with questions. Did Melina know? Did Todd say something?

“Good morning, honey!” Melina said, with what was for her a bright smile. “Are you feeling okay after last night?”

“Yes,” I replied, “but I better get some aspirin to make sure.”

“Wait.” said a voice behind me. Ned was just coming up. “Try this headache powder. It’s better than the regular stuff.” I watched as Ned got a glass, half filled it with water, and poured some powder from what looked like a chewing gum wrapper into the water. He handed it to me, and as I drank it down, he asked Todd if Todd wanted one. Todd agreed, and drained a glassful of the mixture.

Melina tried to refuse, saying she was fine, that she had worked out already this morning. Ned replied that his preparation was better than aspirin at keeping her from being sore, and she would feel more energetic. She dutifully drained her glass. Ned left the room, saying he was going to shower. He looked like he needed one, as he appeared to be drained of energy, sleepy and listless.

I watched my wife, waiting for some telltale sign that she was aware of the night before. She seemed her normal self, directing Todd how to set the table with her usual attention to detail. If anything, she seemed relaxed.

“Did you sleep well, honey?” I asked.

“Mmm, yes.” Melina replied. “Like a baby. In fact, I think I slept better than I have in quite a while. It must have been all the alcohol at the club.”

“What about you, Todd?” I asked, risking the question, thinking that not asking him would’ve been conspicuous. Todd acted as if nothing was amiss.

“Pretty good.” my teenage nephew answered. “I woke up when the electricity came back on, then went back to sleep a few minutes later–”

“The electricity went out?” Melina asked? “I don’t remember that. When? For how long?”

“It sure did, Aunt Melina. About 2 a.m., for a couple of hours.” Todd replied. “I guess you’d just fallen asleep when the lights went out.” Melina fell thoughtfully silent as Todd continued, “Anyway, I didn’t wake up until Aunt Melina woke me up and asked if I wanted to work out with her.”

“Ah.” I said, feeling a strange, but enormous curiosity wash over me. “Did you accept her invitation? She usually wipes me out with her morning workouts.”

“Yes, and I’m glad I did.” Todd said. “She was almost able to keep up with me.” He gave her a big grin, but she was putting food in a bowl and did not return it. “I did stop and watch her do pushups. You have a great back and shoulders, Aunt Melina.” I agreed enthusiastically, noticing that my nephew had no problems complimenting my pretty wife right in front of me. I wondered how young men learned to be so aggressive and outgoing at such an age, and wished I had been that way when I was nineteen.

“Thank you, Todd.” Melina replied, blushing a little, but otherwise giving no reaction to the compliment. “I was wondering why you stopped.” Ned came back in, and we all sat down to breakfast.

As we ate, Melina was telling Todd and Ned how much she enjoyed her “date” with them the evening before. I was ravenous, feeling more starved than I could remember in a very long time. Todd was eating quickly, also, and didn’t really pick up the conversation my wife was offering.

“I don’t know why I’m so hungry.” the handsome young man said. “For the last month, I’ve just been starving when I wake up.” I said that I was also very hungry this morning.

Melina had put on her glasses and was reading the business section of the morning newspaper. Todd took the sports section that I would normally be reading, and Ned took some other section, leaving me the front page. The storm the night before had done considerable damage to areas of our neighboring counties. I glanced at my wife as I read, noticing how pretty she looked, enjoying the swell of her breasts underneath the clingy cloth of her top, and the deep cleavage. And I’ve always liked seeing her in the glasses. I felt a stirring in my loins, and felt that she knew I was watching her.

Not looking up from her paper, Melina said in her quiet, matter-of-fact voice, “Dear, I think we should not cancel our trip. We should take Todd and Ned camping with us.” Todd glanced up, as did I, but Ned acted as if he had not heard a word.

“Sure, honey, but it’s a one room cabin with one hideaway bed. Will we have enough room?” I asked.

“We’ll work it out. I’ll bring sheets and mats and we can all sleep on the floor, as if it were a tent.” She began telling Todd and Ned about the place. Todd surprised me by actually appearing to be interested. As I watched Melina talk to him, I felt the same feeling from the night before: that this young college student, a mere teenager, was the man of the house, the owner and master of it; that Melina was a part of his world, not mine, and that I was the guest from the outside. He seemed to perfectly fit any situation he was in.

“Todd, do you think you can stand the boredom?” I asked, wanted to establish a friendly rapport with my nephew, wanting to bring him into our family circle despite the jealousy I felt of his presence and his rapport with my wife.

“Well, I’ll try to put up with Aunt Melina.” he replied with a mischievous grin, looking sideways in her direction.

“Why, Todd!” Aunt Melina responded with mock shock, barely looking up from her paper. “I’ll bet y’all won’t be able to keep up with me!” throwing the bit back at him. Was that a sexual suggestion, I thought to myself? I wondered if Todd got the same impression.

“I’ll take you up on that challenge!” Todd replied. Again, I thought of this young stud making love to my wife. The desire to see it happen grew stronger. Melina looked up from her newspaper, her gray eyes meeting and holding Todd’s for a long moment.

“You’re on.” she said quietly, then turned to me with a look of solicitous caring and asked, “Dear, how is your headache?”

“Great!” I said. “I feel fine. That powder of Ned’s really worked.”

“You’re wonderful, Ned.” Melina said as she got up from the table. My wife put her arm around my younger nephew and gently but warmly kissed his cheek. Ned blushed, mumbling that he was glad to help. I couldn’t understand why he was so distant to Melina’s attentions, both yesterday and today. In fact, despite Todd’s overwhelming presence, Melina was paying Ned a lot of attention, but he was barely responding.

We all took Melina’s cue of getting up to rise from the breakfast table and clean up. Afterwards, the boys went up to pack a couple of bags for the trip, and Melina led me by the hand into our bedroom.

Sitting on the bed in front of me, she drew me to her, my groin just inches from her lovely face. Her eyes, still framed by the glasses, were upturned and looking into mine. I looked down at her, trying with limited success not to divert my eyes and stare down her swimsuits at the gaping darkness between her breasts.

“Is it okay with you?” she asked, “Going up to the cabin with the boys?” Her hands were unfastening my pants.

“Sure, it’s just going to be a…uhm… tight fit, with four of us in that small room.” I said. Melina had my cock out and was stroking it. Pleasure swept through me as my member swelled to raging hardness and my pants and shorts slid down my quivering legs.

“Good. I’m looking forward to it.” she said, in a flat, even voice. As if it were the next item on her business agenda, my wife opened her mouth and slid her lips over my cockhead. I groaned as my throbbing shaft disappeared into her warm, wet mouth, and yielded to the pleasure as she began to bob her head back and forth.

As she gave me head, Melina would occasionally let her mouth slip just off the end of my prickhead and whisper words to me. ” Mmmmm, it’ll be so much fun…. mmmmmph… I’m looking forward to spending some time with the boys up there.”

“Oohhh!!!!” I gasped. My cock pulsed as an image filled my mind. “Are you going to spend time with Todd? Aah!….. I think he likes you… unnh…”

“Mmmm, do you want me to, darling?” she asked. “Do you.. mmmph … want me to spend time with Todd? Would you like me to flirt with him?..mmmm… that makes you hot, doesn’t it?” My cock had jolted with her words. Melina was capable of talking dirty, but did it so rarely that to hear her words were a total shock.

“Yeah… oh….. yeah….” I gasped. “If you want to, that is… ohhh… whatever you want to do.” Melina teased me some more. She removed her mouth from my prick, stroking the length of it in her elegant, shapely hand as she battered me with her words.

“You like watching me flirt with guys, don’t you dear? You always have, haven’t you?” she asked, knowing the answer already, bringing back the college memories… memories I didn’t care to remember at this moment. “And you liked watching Todd dance with me last night, didn’t you?” The thought of Todd and Melina dancing together make my cock jump in my wife’s hand. Her tongue returned to my cockhead, licking around the swollen helmet, then into my piss-slit, something she really liked doing to make me react.

“Yes!” I gasped that I did, admitting my deep desires under the duress of a hot blow job. “Now suck my cock, babe!” I gasped, trying to slide my tool into Melina’s mouth, trying to regain control. What was going on in this household, anyway?

“Todd and I were flirting last night, dear. You liked that? Mmmm…. You want to see more, don’t you? Don’t you! Say the words!” Melina said, backing off, stroking my cock, looking into my eyes. I gazed back into hers, the gray eyes hypnotizing me again.

“Yes! I want you to spend time with Todd!” I admitted. Melina’s mouth descended upon my cock, taking the full six-inch length. She sucked hard as she pulled her lips off, then back again, repeating the vacuuming sucking with her mouth. “I want to watch you with him– uh, flirt with him!” I mumbled, hoping she hadn’t caught the slip.

“Mmmm, he’s really handsome, very virile, isn’t he?” Melina said, in that same even, taunting voice. “Are you sure you want me to do this? There’s no telling how far Todd may try to take things. He’s a very aggressive young man. And I’m not a tease… you know that.” Her mouth descended on my cock.

“Yes!… unh!… I want you to do this. Go…(gasp)… as far as you like. I… unh… trust you, baby!” I said. Her words, and her incredible sucking talents had me over the edge. It only took second, and I lost it. As I held her head tightly, I felt the jets of semen pulsing into my wife’s mouth. Melina swirled my jism around her mouth, then swallowed it all.

“Mmm… wow, your sperm sure is bitter this morning.” Melina said as she licked off the remnants from my cock, cleaning me up. “You’re usually not this bitter. What did you have to drink last night?”

“Just the basics. Scotch and Amaretto, mostly.” I said.

“You usually taste much sweeter after drinking Amaretto.” Melina said. TMI, Melina, I thought to myself as she continued. “Now let’s get packed and get the hell out of here.” She was serious again. It was as if our conversation of her spending time with Todd had never taken place, as if the blowjob had never taken place. Now it was back to business. That was my wife.

*Part 4 - The Setting*

The lake spread before us as we crested the hill, shimmering in the sunlight. I felt refreshed already, even though I’d driven the three hours to get there.

Melina had inherited the land when her parents died. We had a nice dock and a concrete slab for the little cabin built professionally, but we built the cabin ourselves. It was one room, with the kitchen along the left side in an alcove with a small pantry room behind it with an old fashioned freezer box and the back door leading to the back porch, a dining area with a small table and four chairs near the front door, and a sofa against the far wall. A fireplace was in the right hand wall, built of stones. It was cozy, but with four people it would be a tight fit. An outhouse and an outdoor shower stall were a distance away along a trail.

On the way up, I’d driven and Melina sat in the shotgun seat. Todd was in the back behind me, and he leaned forward between the seats, talking to us, his position allowing him to make frequent eye contact with my wife. Ned slept for most of the trip.

Todd and Melina talked about college a lot for the first two hours, but as we neared our destination, Todd brought up his family for the first time. Melina and I tightened up, but Todd’s revelations surprised us. And we saw, for the first time, the cracks that existed in my sister’s family.

“Yeah, my mom is really bitchy. My dad, my stepdad, that is, is working himself half to death to keep up with her spending. They’ve had fights over it. She’s been dragging him along for years now. He’s so frickin’ weak that he won’t stand up to her.”

“That’s not true.” Ned said angrily. He had been listening, apparently.

“Shut the fuck up, nimrod!” Todd growled at Ned, with a sudden ferocity that shocked Melina and me. “It is true. Your father’s a weak piece of shit. Just like you are!”

“Boys!” Melina said, trying to calm them down. The tension in the back seat seemed to grow tangible as the brothers stared at each other with hatred. However, Ned couldn’t withstand Todd’s dominant stare, and finally turned and looked out the window. The tense atmosphere abated, replaced by a fragile calm.

“She’s been having affairs, too. I’ve caught her a couple of times, and I don’t think she cares if Dad finds out. She’ll fuck anybody.” Todd was holding nothing back. Although I thought Todd might be embellishing to make Ned angry, I was inwardly gleeful at hearing this news. Melina seemed openly shocked, however, her mouth gaping as she stared at Todd.

Todd continued. “She told us several weeks ago that we’d be staying with you guys after school was out. I know she hates you, and something seemed wrong, so I asked if you knew about it. She just said she’d make the arrangements. Then, a couple of days ago, the day before we’re supposed to leave, I called her on the phone and asked her what time you were expecting us. She tells me that she hadn’t emailed you yet, and that she would immediately.”

“Harumph!” Melina grunted. “We got an email about two hours before you arrived.” Hearing that, something in my brain began nagging me. I couldn’t quite place it, and returned to listening to my nephew.

“I know.” Todd said, looking at Melina and speaking directly to her, it seemed. “I’m sorry about that.” I saw in the rear view mirror that he was glancing sideways at me. “Mom really hates you, Uncle Don.”

“Yes, I know.” I replied, somewhat dryly. “We’ve never gotten along.”

“I don’t know why, but she really hates your guts. She calls you her no-good, stupid bastard brother. Sometimes she says she has no brother, just a piece of shit pretending to be one.”

“And that’s some of her more tender phrases about me.” I quipped.

“We don’t care much for her, either, to be honest.” Melina said. “I can only imagine what she calls me.”

“Actually, she doesn’t. At least, she never has in front of me. All she says to me is how could a beautiful woman like you marry a piece of crap like her no good bastard brother.”

I was surprised to hear this, and I think Melina was, too.

“She, uh, also said something about Uncle Don not being able to satisfy you, and you deserving better in bed.” Todd added.

“Geez. Well, she’ll never know how good I’ve got it. Melina said, smiling at me, then turned to Todd. Well, Todd,” Melina said, looking into my nephew’s eyes. “I’m glad to see that you and Ned turned out to be a lot better than her.”

“She’s not that bad.” Ned broke in, still looking out the window. “Todd’s just mad at her because she made us come here.”

“Shut up, birdbrain,” Todd said venomously, “or I’ll smack the shit out of you.” Turning to Melina again, he said, “Yeah. I’m pretty disgusted with her, but not about being here. I’m glad I came.” he said, looking into my wife’s eyes again. “It’s just the whole situation. She treats us all like shit, really. I think she only cares about herself.”

“She cares about me.” Ned said to Todd, “but I doubt she gives a rat’s ass about you.” Todd swept his arm as if to backslap Ned, but didn’t make contact. Ned glared back at Todd, but said no more. I realized that young people today had no problems using foul language freely in front of others. And just a decade since Melina and I were their ages…

When we arrived, Todd and Ned helped me take everything inside as Melina began cleaning up the place, removing the dust and cobwebs. Todd and I pitched in as Ned worked in the kitchen, stocking the icebox with beers and soft drinks. Melina asked Ned to make her a drink, and soon we all had drinks in our hands. Ned was very good about making drinks, even though mine was a bit stronger than I really wanted.

As he handed Melina her drink, she kissed Ned on the cheek. I was surprised how much affection Melina was showing my younger, awkward nephew, and even more surprised that he wasn’t returning it. Todd, by way of contrast, couldn’t do enough to hold and keep my wife’s attention, but Melina was being her normal cool, efficient and busy self, and their combined efforts produced quick results.

Once everything was cleaned up, we began putting out the mats on the floor. Ned was going to be next to the fireplace, then Todd, then Melina, then me against the far side wall.

I increased the pressure on her most sensitive spot, pressing harder with the tip of my tongue and bumping the clit more with my lips. She was breathing heavily now, her hips would buck and gyrate and I devoted all my efforts on her clitoris. I wrapped my lips around it and pressed them together, squeezing her between their softness whilst my pointed tongue pressed down and swirled. Her hands grasped at the sheets when I did this and her back arched as she threw her head back and moaned. I started to gently suck and gazed up to view the results. Her mouth opened wide and a hoarse groan escaped her lips as she exhaled deeply. I suckled gently and her breathing increased intensity, fingers scrabbling at the bedding as she moved around with her clit held in my mouth. I reached up one hand and twisted my fingers into hers and she grasped me tightly, her eyes opening as she looked down, Holding her hand and gaze I sucked harder and her eyes misted over and the lids flickered and then closed, her head returning to the pillow. I released her clit from my lips and returned to licking, but pressed my top lip to her pussy, using it to push the fleshy hood back and restrain the little organ as my tongue lashed over it. She groaned, loudly and gripped my hand tighter, so I increased the frequency and intensity of my motions. Her gasps mixed with exhalations and these turned into panting as her hips came to life and pressed up into my mouth. I knew she was close, her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth wide, she looked quite beautiful, her face twisted not in pain but total pleasure. Seeing this drove me on, faster my tongue beat her clitoris against my lips, my saliva washing over it, mixing with her juice and being frothed by the motion. My mouth was awash with so much liquid and I would suck in the tasty mix, drawing her clit into my mouth as I did so, before releasing it and continuing the tonguing. She was whimpering now, the groans and moans unable to compete with the frequency of her exhalations and her beautiful sounds competed with the lapping of moisture that I was creating. She started to stiffen, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth, so I responded by pressing my tongue harder against her clit and then sucked, hard. She shivered, gasped and cried softly and then her back arched, her head went back and I pressed my tongue onto her clit, curling it around the hard point and then licked hard. She let out a big groan and her legs shook either side of my head. I did it again and she thrust her body down, harder against me as I licked and licked faster and harder than ever. A long burst of moans, whimpers and groans flowed from her as I felt my chin getting wetter. Her thighs parted and closed, squeezing my head as I relentlessly licked at her bucking cunt. I think she was trying to say something, but she was incapable of making sense, just noises. Her hand almost crushed mine whilst the other gripped the sheets, the fingers grabbing the mattress underneath and holding on tight. She twisted and arched her back, her breasts heaved with the movement and her breathing and then she let go, her head rising off the pillow as she rammed her body into my face.

A hand hit my forehead, slapping me, but without meaning to. She pushed me away, despite her thighs holding my head tight and I broke off my ministrations with my tongue and she shuddered again and then collapsed, her muscles un-tensing totally, her legs flopping down and her fingers going limp. The only movement was her chest, rising and falling heavily. I bent forward and lightly kissed her pussy and she jerked and shook at the soft contact. I raised my head and smiled. Looking down her pussy was wide open, the lips curling as my face left them, the hair darker now, soaked and matted with juice and saliva.

I moved away from her vagina and clambered up to lie beside her. Her eyes were still shut and she looked amazingly serene and happy. The smiling face was beaming now, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. Her mouth was slightly agape and I bent and pressed my soaked lips to hers, gently opening her and sliding my tongue between her other lips and running it along the inside of her lips. She groaned into my mouth and sucked my tongue. She must have been able to taste her pussy on me and some of her juice flowed into her mouth from mine. I raised my head as she opened her eyes and I smiled down at her happy face.

“Thank you.” she whispered and then wrapped an arm around my head and pulled me to her mouth again, out lips pressing together and our tongues entwining. I slid my arms around her and held her. She still trembled slightly, but her breathing was returning to normal

We lay there for a while, my fingers idled along her body, over her belly, arms and legs and she would shudder gently if they found a spot she liked.

“So,” She whispered up to me, “do you feel relaxed now?”

I chuckled, remembering my words from earlier. “Yes, I feel quite mellow. You?”

She gave a satisfied sigh. “I feel wonderful, that was pretty intense.”

My hand grazed along her thigh and her legs parted slightly, allowing my fingertips to stray down to caress her inner thigh and wander upwards so that I could feel the hairs tickling me. I looked into her eyes and brushed a finger against her vulva.

She rested her head against me and seemed to purr. Her legs parted more and my hand pressed against her, feeling the heat and wetness. I ran my hand up, keeping it sideways so that my finger slipped into her slit, her labia wrapping around the digits as they glided along her lubricated groove. She squirmed on the bed, opening her eyes to stare up at me, her eyes saying yes and her breath turning to a gentle pant.

I twisted my hand slightly, letting the knuckle of the finger joint be a knob that rasped over her lips and knocking into her clit hood. She gasped as it did so and again as my finger went over it on the return leg. I moved my fingers slightly, parting her labia further with them and opening her up. She was very wet and my fingers slipped up and down easily, lubricating me as I started to masturbate her, my hand generating a steady, gentle, rhythm. I moved my thumb so it rested just above her clit, pressing down on her groin and helping steady my hand, using it as a pivot as the fingers carried on their tempo. She was groaning with each passing of the digits over her clit and I could feel its hard point as I moved my hand over it. I now had two fingers running up and down her groove, the first finger was the one knocking onto her clit. She had her eyes closed now and her breathing was shallow, just puffs and pants that coincided with my handiwork. Her vulva was spread wide, the labia fully extended now and swollen, the dark, fleshy, lips shining with moisture and laying exposed. My fingers moved along her and made an audible slopping noise as they travelled from the entrance to her body and along to her clit. I could feel the wetness as it flowed out, coating me and helping the lubrication. I pressed a bit more, but the tempo remained steady.

Years before I had performed this move on a girlfriend and she had an incredible orgasm. It was a matter of timing and the person, but it seemed to be working again. Her face was quite still, mouth open, eyes closed and cheeks slightly flushed. Her nipples were hard and her chest shuddered with each breath, short panting breaths that made her breasts wobble. There was almost no movement to her as she lay there, my hand pulsing up and down on her pussy.

I was propped up on one elbow as the other hand was busy. I was worried that cramp would set in, or my arm go numb and soon some discomfort set in, but I was determined to carry on and in a few minutes the pain went and I shifted slightly to relieve the pressure on my propping arm. Still my hand rubbed her, the fingers still busily pumping up and down along her slick divide, the soaked labia occasionally curling over to caress my fingers as they moved steadily, with each stroke the hard knuckle ran over her clit. A slight increase in pressure and a low moan came from her lips, but still she was motionless. A raising of the tempo ever so slightly and her breathing became faster. More pressure and she started to puff air rapidly from her lungs, her breasts juddering now as her chest moved. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. She looked dreamy, not really there, but full of life. Her mouth moved and a quiet plea came from her.

“Don’t stop.”

I didn’t, my fingers beat out their pace over her clit and down her pussy. She groaned louder and moved her head to the side, pressing her face against my arm and muffling her moans on me. Her body started to shiver and then subsided.

The only noises now were her breathing and the slopping sound of my fingers as they pistoned up and down between her labia.

Another slight increase in pressure and another groan. Her head buried against my arm further and I could feel her breath on my arm. The tempo remained the same, a relentless and regular throbbing against her sensitive organ. Once in a while she would shudder, her legs twitching, but generally she was in another world and as long as I kept the pace going she would stay there. A long moan, panting breath and more shakes all came along as she was wrapped up in herself. My hand was aching, but I wanted to keep on going to see how she would look as it intensified. A loud groan and her head straightened, mouth wide and neck arching as she tilted back. Her hips moved a little now, things were building inside. I increased the pressure and she was now puffing and panting as if she was running a marathon. Her legs started to move around on the bed, one leg being drawn up as the other made circular motions with the heel. The bent leg then dropped to the side, knee still at an angle and splaying her groin open further. Her thighs were twitching slightly, it was clearer now her inner thigh was easier to see, the muscles at the top just flickering below the skin.

She pushed her head back again, her throat taut as she did so and opened her mouth wide, exhaling a long, sighing, moan. Her breasts jiggled and she moved her hips again, all the while my fingers rhythmically pounded over her, wallowing in her soaked slit and opening her pussy lips. She shook again and her eyes opened, but she looked elsewhere, to whatever place she was in. My fingers raised the tempo and pressure a fraction, enough to cause her to gasp and her eyes to blaze. Her body twitched, her soft breasts vibrating as she did. Again. Again. Regularly now she was juddering, panting fast and low. Her arms moved, the right one reaching up to touch me, running over my chest and then resting against my body whilst the left arm reached over, the hand grabbing my right arm near the elbow and sliding down to my wrist and fixing on there tight, pressing the hand harder down and seemingly ensuring I wasn’t going to move those fingers that were driving along over her pussy. I pressed down harder and her head raised suddenly, air hissing between clamped teeth before her mouth widened again and she dropped back onto the pillow with a groan that came from deep inside her. She was still twitching, faster now, her whole body was starting to pulse and shake. As much as I was enjoying seeing her like this, I was now in pain from the constant movement that had been going on for about fifteen minutes now. I raise the pace again and used my fingers to squeeze her clit against my thumb. That did the trick. I started doing shorter strokes, quickly moving the fingers directly on her clit and the surrounding area to pinch it against the thumb that was positioned on her pubic patch just above it.

She shook. Legs thrashed for a second and her back arched. Her hand on mine held me hard against her body as she shuddered and twitched, breasts swaying and bouncing. Her eyes were tight closed, mouth wide open and her face flushed. Her grip tightened around my hand and pressed it down hard and she let out a loud “aaaaarrrrggghhh” noise that gurgled in her throat. Then she pulled my hand away, pressing the fingers down, along her drenched cleft until I could feel her heat against the tips. Her hand was wrapped around mine, leaving the two fingers extended. She pressed down, around and up, her body opening and swallowing the digits easily as she rammed them inside her. She was flooded, which was good as she was also tight and the lubrication allowed my two fingers to slide up her vagina easily as she impaled herself on them. She pressed her body down, her pelvis grinding against my trapped hand, her vaginal walls contracting around the two fingers. I could feel her insides twitching as she tried to get my hand higher, hips making small circles and bucking slightly.

She looked up at me, or through me, she still looked glazed. The other hand reached down and grabbed at the top of my jeans, pulling the button open.

“I want you inside me.” She whispered.

This wasn’t part of the deal, but I wasn’t going to object. My free hand started to pull at my jeans as well, yanking them open and pushing them and the soggy trunks down. Oddly, I wasn’t hard. I had been most of the night, since we started talking on the train, but it had worn off as I had become focussed on making her cum. Luckily the feel of her tight cunt around my fingers had restored the blood flow down there so that when her hand reached out she wasn’t disappointed to find she hadn’t turned me on. With one hand trapped up her snatch, I fumbled out of my clothing, leaving just my t-shirt on, that would have to come off when my hand left her body.

She stroked my belly and ran her fingers down my hard penis and then over a thigh. I moved next to her, hand still trapped by her grip. I knelt between her spread legs as she pushed, pulled and guided me with her free hand. She then released my hand and I raised the fingers to my mouth and licked the wetness off them, tasting deep inside her as she watched me. I then yanked off my t-shirt and had just got it off when her hands grabbed my hips and pulled me close and down. I reached out, using my arms to support me and stop me from landing on her. Her face rose and her lips opened on mine and a hand pressed the back of my head down to her as the other pulled my cock towards her entrance.

I felt her body against the sensitive head and she moved me around for a second or two and I slipped around her wet labia. Then I felt her, the wet warmth of her hole as I pressed against it, her hand still around my shaft as she pulled me closer. There was an instant of resistance and then she succumbed, her body opening as the domed head of my penis parted her lips and slipped inside her. She released my shaft and the hand was suddenly on my rear, pushing and pulling whilst shifting her hips to accommodate me as I started to fill her. She was tight, her muscles gripped me as she opened her body. She was also amazingly wet, I could feel it flowing around my head and shaft as I went deeper. I jerked my hips as she did with hers and we ground into each other, buried as deep as I could go as her legs wrapped around me and held me tightly to and into her.

Her tongue pressed into my mouth as my cock pressed into her pussy. We groaned into each other as our bodies merged in as many places as we could get. We paused, panting together, hearts pounding against chests. Then we moved, rocking rather than thrusting, her legs restricting my movements and me thankful as I wanted this to last. For an older woman her pussy was fantastic, tighter than younger girls I’d been in. It was still throbbing too, it seemed that her orgasm was still subsiding. We shifted as one, me pressing my pelvis down to rub against her groin, trying to grate against her clit with my pubic hair. We still didn’t talk, just grunted and moaned softly as the bed creaked gently. I could feel her juices running out and over my balls, warming them with the body temperature fluid. The tight wet tunnel gripped me as my head bobbed inside her, stirring her cum as my balls rested against her perineum. We came up for air, breaking off the kiss with a trail of saliva keeping us together at the mouth.

“You cunt is amazing. It feels incredible around my cock,” I gasped and she blushed again.

“You feel good too.” She whispered

“What feels good?”

“You do.”

“What part of me feels good?” I was toying with her now and also trying to take my mind of the great sensations.

“The part that inside me.” Her eyes shone and the blush returned slightly.

“Tell me, what part feels good?”

She was quiet for a few seconds, apart from the deep breathing and the sound of flesh slapping and grinding together.

“Your cock feels good.” And she reddened further.

“Where does my cock feel good?” I was enjoying this almost as much as the fucking.

Again there was quiet.

“Your cock feels great in my cunt.” And her eyes lit up as much as her cheeks.

I laughed and kissed her before moving my mouth to her ear.

“Your cunt is wonderful, I want to fill it with cum.” I whispered into her.

“Oh yes. Please do.” She gasped back

“Do what?” I said and then lightly licked her ear, flickering over the entrance and around the rim.

“Cum. Cum inside me, inside my cunt.”

“Ok, if you want me too then my cock will cum in your cunt. Is that ok?” And I raised my head to look into her dark, lust filled eyes.

“Yes. I want your cock to fill my cunt with cum.” Looking right into me as she said the words.

It didn’t take long for just that to happen, my hips jerked faster and her words echoed around my head, this sweet thing ordering me to fill her with cum. I slammed my hips hard into her and I saw stars as my cock exploded, the feelings travelling from my toes to my head, via my balls. I pulled back and thrust again as another load escaped from my scrotum to flood her vagina and coat her cervix in semen. Another jerk, another burst of sperm was spat into her body, each ejaculation accompanied by a groan from me and a gasp from her as we rattled our bodies together. I bucked three more times, squeezing more cum along the narrow tube in my penis to erupt from the hole and swim into her. The last shot hurt, but in a good way. Maybe it was the pain of the last cum, or the fact that the fucking was finished, but it was a sweet pain. Her pussy twitched and convulsed, milking me and swallowing the load as I jettisoned it inside. When I was spent she still held me tight, the spunk swimming around my twitching member as I collapsed on her, panting and light headed.

“Your cum feels great in my cunt.” came a soft voice beside me and I raised my head to see her smiling deeply. I kissed her, feeling her warm mouth open willingly to mine as her body had done. We both sighed and held the other close, our breathing subsiding as we started to recover. A hand caressed my back as I nuzzled her neck and I felt my cock start to shrink. I wanted to stay inside her for longer, but raised myself up and moved my hips away. My softening penis sliding from her, her swollen labia curling back as I left her body as if a flower touched by a soft breeze. As I pulled back an umbilical string of our cum stretched from the head of my cock to her open pussy, white and glistening until it was too long and then dripping onto her thigh, the globules sparkling against her pale skin. I knelt there and looked down at her. The dark hair was darker now, matted with juices and cum and looking like a trampled lawn. Her vulva was still wide open, the labia moving around as the blood flowed away, but still they were splayed wide resting against her body with the glistening slit visible between them. Her hole was dilated, but closing, as if in a sigh. A trickle of creamy liquid was running from it and smeared around the entrance. I watched as it ebbed out and started to flow through the lips and down to her perineum. Her body was still, apart from her rising chest and she looked very content, her eyes half closed and dreamy again, the lust gone now. She smiled, as she always seemed to do and the room lit with it and her warmth. Such a sweet woman, so kind and caring, so utterly fucked. It was an amazing sight.

I crawled up the bed to lie beside her and she stirred and reached a hand up to touch my chest. Just as I reclined she sat up and bent over. Without a word she moved the hand down my chest to my groin and wrapped her fingers around my wet penis. She moved closer, holding me gently and pulling the softening member towards her, opening her mouth as she approached and pressing her lips onto the wet head with a light ’smack’ sound. I was taken aback by that and even more so when her mouth opened and her lips slid over the head and came to a rest wrapped around the bare skin just below the ridge. She sucked gently and her tongue swirled over my head, flickering over the hole and then dragging up against the arrowhead on the underside. I gasped loudly and her eyes darted to mine and then returned to my groin. It only lasted a few seconds, but was a wonderful surprise and then she pulled back, my cock flopping away from her face and she returned to lie next to me, turning her head and smiling deeply.

“Thank you.” I blurted out.

“Oh no, I am the one who should say that.” She whispered.

“I seem to have breached the agreement though, I said I would go down on you and wanted nothing in return.”

She gazed up at the ceiling, thinking.

“Yes, but I didn’t say you wouldn’t get anything. Besides, I had to have you inside me after that last orgasm. I wouldn’t have been relaxed otherwise and you did say you’d help me relax.”

We both chuckled at that. It was safe to say we were both fairly serene now.

“Was the wank ok?” I was keen to know what she was feeling when my fingers were working on her.

“Ohhhhh yes! That was very good. I felt an orgasm building and it stayed like that for ages, I was in heaven!” She laughed. “When I did cum I thought I’d never stop, it wasn’t just ‘Boom!’ it kept going and I just had to have something inside me,” she looked across to me, “inside my cunt.” The last word was heavily emphasised and without a trace of a blush.

“Good. I’m glad it worked.” I smiled at her. “And your cunt is wonderful to be in.”

She did blush lightly at that. “It’s not too old for you?”

“No, it’s a lot tighter than younger girls I’ve been in. With a pussy like that I am shocked you’re single.”

Again she laughed and gazed upwards, as if remembering lost loves and why they left.

… And I thought of the joys I might still be able to give her…