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Scrambling for her clothes, Eileen felt stupid for not getting herself off quicker. Although it had been fun up until the doorbell rang, she hadn't had time to finish and was as frustrated as ever now.
'And the whole room smells like pussy,' she thought. Searching the room quickly she found her panties, shorts and tank top, but couldn't find her sports bra. And her clothes were all shoved into the other room. 'Oh well, I'll just have to be careful if I bend over,' she thought.
The bell rang again as she made her way to the front door. "On my way," she shouted. She opened the door and let the young man in. Well, he was fairly young, probably about 25.
"Sorry, I was working in the back. I'm Eileen."
"No problem, I'm just glad it looks like I have the right house," he said, surveying the barren living room. "I'm Sam."
"Yep, you're in the right spot. Follow me."
When they reached the bedroom, Eileen hoped it was her imagination that the room still smelled of her juices. What she couldn't chalk up to imagination was the damp oval on the mattress. It may have been sweat from her back, but then again maybe not. About to die of embarrassment, Eileen could only think of damage control.
"Oh crap. I was resting on the mattress and got it all sweaty. Sam, why don't you let me clean it and you can come grab it tomorrow. That is if you still want it."
"A little sweat is no big deal, between the drive home and some Fabreeze, I'm sure it'll be just fine. It looks like a great bed for the price. Heck, it looks brand new."
I was 18 yrs of age and that summer of 1951 was to be the time of my education.
Mother had acquiesced to her best friends enquiry, as to whether, during the college holidays, I could carry out some of the more menial tasks of which her husband usually took care. Mrs Jean Goodyear's husband Tom, was serving overseas as was my father, they had both been recalled when the Korean war started and they were somewhere in Korea, Japan or even Australia but we were not likely to see them for some time.
Mum had agreed that I should carry out the tasks that Tom usually saw to, little realising, as I am sure Jean Goodyear didn't at the time of asking, nor indeed did I, that some of the tasks would become much more enjoyable than mowing the lawns or cutting the hedges. Tasks that would rarely be left for a mere teenager to do!
Oh wow, spend some time around the lady who had been a masturbation fantasy of mine for some time. The times in my bed I had lain, cock in hand, thinking of fucking this lady who had frequently visited our home. She wore low cut dresses and every opportunity I had strained to see her tits and, until my mother said to get up, I would lay down on the floor, ostensibly reading but in fact making an attempt to look up Mrs Goodyear's skirt.
Like many of my contemporaries, I had no idea what it would be like to fuck a woman, nor had I seen a woman's cunt at that time. All we knew came from books; God knows where they came from, tattered badly printed books, also foolscap sheets of paper stapled together. Stories guaranteed to give callow youth "the horn" as we called a 'hard on' in those days. "Autobiography of Flea", Lady Chatterley's Lover (banned in the 40's and 50's) "Ulysses," "Lady on a Train" even "Mother knows Best." The times I had spent on my back, wanking my cock with the vision of Mrs Jean Goodyear as the female in the story being ravished.
The skin of her soft thighs led my eyes to the place where they converged at her crotch. Her pink lips highlighted her dark cunt-crack and her clitoris protruded beyond the lips invitingly. Her belly heaved excitedly and the firelight was just enough light to illuminate with a distinct sparkle the wetness of her desire that now seeped from her cunt-lips. With lust-inflamed eyes that were half closed she looked at me as I hovered above her. Moving slowly I positioned myself between the pale flesh of her legs and slowly, tantalizingly, I brought my hard cock to a place just inches from her highly aroused vagina. As her breathing increased in anticipation of another fuck, I gently blew my breath over her nipples. Moving my hips forward I parted her cunt lips with the head of my cock - searching for the entrance of her vagina. She wiggled her back on the cool surface of the table trying to meet my probing cock - trying to help me enter her sex organ. Then with one quick thrust of my hips I slid my hard cock inside her body all of the way to my scrotum. She let out a whimper of pleasure as hard flesh filled her inflamed cunt once more.
"OH GOD!" She cried as I began to move my prick in and out of her warm, wet, fuck-hole. As I increased the speed of my thrusting I could hear the delicious wet sucking sounds of my prick as it rode in and out of the aroused flesh of her pussy. Her whole body shivered with pleasure as the excitement of my cock spread within her, "Oh God, fuck me!" She whispered as she softly bit my earlobe. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She whispered each time my hard cock thrust inside her vagina. I kept fucking her with an even tempo. As her pleasure mounted I could tell she was quickly approaching her first orgasm. Her hands were clutching my shoulders and her face was pressed tightly into my neck, her breathing was short and heavy and I could feel the walls of
her vagina tightening against my cock. Then with a loud moan that came from deep inside her chest she shuddered strongly and came in distinct waves of pleasure. Soon it was evident that all of her strength was momentarily drained from her with her first orgasm. She let go of my shoulders and relaxed back onto the table, still moaning and breathing hard. Her body was periodically giving in to sporadic spasms of pleasure as I continued to slowly fuck her pussy.
As Evelyn began to build to her next orgasm I slowed my rhythm down, taking long-slow strokes. I would pull my hard cock completely out of her vagina before thrusting back inside her as deeply as I could. Each time I thrust my prick inside her I could feel my scrotum banging against her ass and she would let out a soft moan of pleasure.
I heard a faint noise and realized that Richard had gotten up from his chair and had moved over onto the sofa that was facing the table so he could get a better view of his wife getting fucked. His eyes were locked on the sight of my wet cock going in and out of Evelyn's cunt. He was obviously enjoying the lustful events that were taking place before him.
I slowly pulled my well lubricated cock out of Evelyn's fuck-hole and placed the head against her swollen clitoris
for a few moments to feel her incredible heated cunt. Then I moved down her body with my lips, kissing her warm flesh as I went, past her breast, past her belly to her neatly trimmed pussy hair where I paused to run my tongue along the edge of her hair. Then moving down I held my lips a few inches from her cunt lips and let my breath bathe the inflamed flesh of her hot cunt. Her cunt lips were parted much more than the first time I had seen them because of the fact that I had just pulled my hard fuck-tool from inside her wet hole. As I placed my lips over her cunt my tongue immediately found her clitoris and I began to tenderly flick it up and down simulating the action of a cock pulling it back and forth as if it were being fucked. Evelyn began to moan louder and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the motion of stimulating her highly sensitive organ. She moved her hands down and was holding my head tightly against her cunt and I knew she was getting close to another orgasm. I moved my left hand up the inside of her thigh and played with her labia for a moment before slipping two fingers into her flooded vagina in search of her G-spot.
Evelyn's body was shuddering and tightening with intense pleasure. Each jolt brought her closer to what I knew would be the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. I held a steady pace with my tongue on her clitoris while my fingers gently stroked the fleshy bump in her vagina that was her G-spot. Her orgasm started deep within her and spread throughout her entire body. Her loud cries filled the room as the waves of pleasure flooded over her tender naked body. With each gentle stroke of my fingers her body convulsed with added pleasure. The flesh of her aged body seemed tender and erotic as it lay before me and my hard erection desired to be back inside her.
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