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Thankfully the worst was over. It was my moving day and friends Paul, with van and Lucy had helped carry my boxed existence into the new flat. Paul had departed and Lucy was arranging the flat with me, eager and happy to help. Being a mid thirties bachelor, I appreciated the feminine touch to the new pad.

Let me tell you about Lucy. A gorgeous, blond, buxom, 20-year-old slip of a girl; lovely innocent looks and a figure worthy of any centrefold. She’s in a steady relationship, though unhappy at work. I took the time and energy to actually speak to her and not her breasts. We shared a lot of common interests in fitness and sport and we had developed a good friendship.

So there she was, bending over in lovely tight jeans, picking up boxes, showing off a G-string and a rose tattoo on the small of her back. Luckily it was November and I was keeping relatively cool - but definitely not collected. Don’t get me wrong, I do fancy the pants off her but realism soon takes hold and I restrict my sexual actions to fantasies with Madame Palm & her five daughters!

Well I wasn’t to know it, but my steady grasp on life was soon to be tested. Oh my, it happened so innocently. No dramatic slow mo or build up of the Jaws theme tune. Lucy just accidentally dropped a box and spilled out of its slinky red silk cover was my Bam.

Bam is a big black cock and balls, 12 inches long by 2.75 inches wide - a wonderful specimen of a dildo. And there it was lying on the carpet. My stomach lurched and my balls disappeared fast inside my body. This would take some explaining!

“Lucy…” I started to utter, “it’s not…” Oh my god. She picked it up and held it erect - using both hands - dangerously close to her mouth. It looked massive against her lips. Her face had gone a deep red and her eyes were wide open with…something: bewilderment, shock, disgust, surprise? I just couldn’t tell.

“Bob,” she breathed, “what the hell is this for?” Yes, the answer is obvious but I was dumbfounded. Lucy looked up from the cock and met my eyes. “It’s so massive. Do you use it? I mean how is a girl supposed to take it?” she asked, with a definite pained look in her eyes.

“Well…Lucy.” I stammered and tried to avoid direct eye contact. It was my turn to go red. “It’s actually for me. You see I have a fantasy about…. Arrgh, okay, I like sticking things up my bottom. That is just one of a few toys and that is my ultimate one.” My forehead felt branded, as if the word “Pervert” blazed across it - somewhat different from the normal “Desperate and Single. Fancy a shag?”

I looked up and Lucy was still holding the cock with both hands. She quietly replied, “So you get turned on by this thing?”

“Yes”, and she was still holding it!

“But I didn’t think you were gay?”

“I’m not. I have this fantasy come fetish about girls with toys and me. Yes that is a penis: but it’s just an object. I’m used to my cock but I couldn’t really get on with another man’s.” God I was sounding like a geek. The time for embarrassment was over, I had been caught fair and square and I was sure the truth and nothing but the truth would get me out of the very big hole I felt myself in.

“The idea of a girl using a toy on me turns me on. I would love to role reverse, play submissive and for her to take me from behind using a strap-on. We could spoon and I could feel her boobs on my back.” And so I had told the first person, who happened not to be a girlfriend but a colleague, my deepest desires. I wish I’d felt absolved after my confession but my forehead still felt hot.

Lucy just stood there, her head cocked slightly to one side, peering closely at Bam. He’s very realistic with a big fleshy head and thickly veined sides.

“You’ve actually got this into your bottom?”

“Yes, nearly all of it.” Oh my, I still vividly remember it passing through the first, second then third sphincter of my arse. Perfect bliss.

“Didn’t it hurt?”

“No. I took it gently with smaller toys, to get me ready. My bum did ache the next day though, but I felt happy about it.” Oops, was that just too much information? I was starting to feel very hot.

“Wow!”

Wow? I wasn’t expecting that. Lucy looked at me again. That lovely innocent face, framed beautifully by shoulder length blond hair, a face that I’ve admired for nearly a year, was smiling devilishly. She had said wow.

“I like playing with my bottom too.” She confessed, voice low, her face turning a dark red, “though I could never imagine getting something this big up me!”

My balls had now descended rapidly back into their sack and were feeling very heavy. Was this really happening?

“Ian doesn’t like bum holes. I tried to finger his butt once but he said it was dirty and thought the idea disgusting. So I just do it to myself in the shower. I took a cucumber in once; it was about a third of the size of this. I felt so naughty playing with it.”

Her nipples were now deliciously erect and I was feeling quite faint. What on earth could I say to that?

“Strewth Lucy. Thank you for being so understanding and honest. I take it that you’re not going to disown me?” Shit, I was back in geek mode.

“No Bob. In fact “my” fantasy would be to see you get this thing up your bum.” She stepped closer and held out Bam. She was just about within my personal space: you know the space normally reserved for girl/boy friends when holding hands.

This was crunch time. I have always been rubbish at jumping at sexual opportunities that came my way. Like in the past, with one of my exes, when I hadn’t been switched on enough to try out golden showers after we had an interesting conversation on the subject, or to follow up on her recurring lesbian dream of her licking chocolate of another girl’s pussy.

My brain was working overtime. But Lucy had a boyfriend. Would this be cheating? Could I expose my arse in such a way? Do I have a spotty bottom and what about my love handles? Arrgh.

Lucy continued getting closer, looking intently at me. “I still can’t believe you got this in you! How did it feel?” Damn that Bam looked so obscenely delicious against her. I mean it would reach from her pussy to under her boobs. In my head I had this image of her in the shower, soaping those lovely boobs and slipping a four-inch cucumber into her bum.

“It felt wonderful, but it was hard getting it in as it’s quite bendy.”

“I could hold it straight for you.”

“Lucy that would get you very close.” I gulped.

“Well, as you want to play submissive, I could blindfold you, bend you over and take you from behind. I could do it topless too. I mean you will be blindfolded.”

“That would be amazing.”

Hang on, I thought. Don’t we really need to think this through? But then again, she wanted to do it. Was it time to finally wake up and smell the roses?

“But I would to need to be warmed up first. As I said, I use smaller dildos.”

“What sizes are they?”

“Well there’s a five by one inch, eight by two inch and nine by two and a half inch.” I was starting to feel a bit perverted again.

“Cool. Could I have a go on them? They sound just the right sizes for me.” Lucy was now resting Bam’s head against her lips. Her face was still red, but not with embarrassment, her nipples seemed to be escaping from under her t-shirt. Her eyes were wide open and I was sure I could smell her sex.

I just love the scent and taste of a wet, hot pussy. During one barren sex-free time, I had such vivid dreams of going down on a girl that I would wake up with that scintillating taste. It was like my tongue had a memory but as I regained consciousness the taste would just evaporate away, leaving me horny as hell and ultimately frustrated.

“Off course, you wouldn’t be allowed to watch me do it,” purred Lucy, “but I could give you a running commentary.”

That was it. My cock felt more alive than it had in ages. This was really going to happen.

“I could do with a cuppa tea first.” I squeaked!

“You and your tea” laughed Lucy. “I hope you’re not getting cold feet?”

“No. Here, have a look in these boxes, you’ll find the other dildos.” I too laughed as I fully exposed my toy collection for Lucy’s inspection. All these rubber cocks for sticking up my bum! I can’t imagine what my parents would think.

I had no worries with Lucy - she pillaged the boxes with a gay abandon. Out they all came, arranged in formation, like kinky Russian dolls, from smallest to largest. Four cocks standing erect on my carpet. As she bent over I glanced down her top. What a succulent cleavage, full of body and looking so delicious. Very soon now, I thought, they’ll be free, naked and caressing my back. I didn’t need the tea anymore.

She looked up from under her blonde fringe and caught me. Our eyes met and they became locked. She quickly glanced down to her boobs and as our eyes met again her tongue was seductively licking around her lips. “Bob, I feel like Goldilocks!” Lucy giggled whilst sitting down. She picked up Bam and kissed his head, “This cock is too big!” Next she picked up and kissed the 9″ one, “This cock could be too big too!” Finally she picked up the 8″ one and took its head into her mouth, “Ahhh, this cock is just right!”

“And Papa bear’s saying that someone’s been playing with his cocks!” I laughed.

My cock was now straining to get out of my jeans and I had to quickly correct a pants malfunction to free it some space. It was time!

“I best close the curtains,” I exclaimed, thinking fast, as I was now living in a ground floor flat and I definitely didn’t want a new neighbour looking in. It would be quite an introduction! As I closed them, my memory flashed back to the times, as a teenager during school holidays, I could only watch porn videos on the living room TV. I had to close the curtains then, to wank away in private. It really signified that something naughty was going to happen. But this time something very naughty was to take place for real.

“Right Lucy, we best take it turns in getting ready. Do you want to use the shower first?”

“The shower?”

“Yes, you know, to wash out your bottom. You can remove the showerhead and use the hose. There are some towels in that bag.”

“Oh!” blushed Lucy. “Okay, be back in a mo,” and off she skipped. Whilst she was away I found the lubricant and placed some towel-covered pillows on the floor, ready to kneel on for the ensuing buggery. I clenched my ass cheeks in anticipation.

Lucy, wearing just a white t-shirt (no bra) and a g-string bounced back into the room. For the first time I witnessed parts of her I had only fantasised about: a peachy rounded bottom, perfect for holding with both hands and begging to be feverishly nibbled by my mouth. Pressed visible against the cotton I caught sight of her erect nipples and aureoles. It was my turn to lick my lips.

I quickly pressed for the bathroom. Once inside I, at last, took of my jeans and pants and pulled my cock to help it gracefully grow to full size. The temptation to carry on pulling was immense. It seemed that one part of me at least was still acting like a teenager. God it felt good to be this turned on again. “Okay” I said to myself, “time to get really clean.” Bam reaches parts that other dildos can’t get to.

After about 5 minutes, I returned to the living room, dressed in underpants and t-shirt too. I confess my entrance was definitely not as a sexy as Lucy’s. But she did look me up and down and complemented me on how trim I was looking.

“Not bad for an oldie.” She quipped. “So Bob, why have you got the margarine out? Haven’t you got any KY?”

“Lucy, that’s not a pot of marge.” I laughed, “Look closely, it’s called Boy Butter. A personal lubricant, excellent for spreading!”

“Ooh.” Lucy opened the pot and gently lubed a fingertip. “Feels good.”

I pulled up a pillow and sat quite close to her. An infinitesimal distance was all thar prevented our lips from touching.

“Lucy, I seriously think it’s time for my blindfold.”

“Okay Bob, give me that towel.” She rolled it up, placed it around my eyes and lent forward to tie it at the back of my head. Whilst doing so, I felt her breasts brush against my face. Could you bloody believe it, I had only been blind for a second and I were already chomping at the bit to rip my blindfold off. I took a deep breath to relax and to allow my other senses to sharpen up.

I certainly heard Lucy take her t-shirt and g-string off though. She was naked!

“So Bob, I hope you’re totally blindfolded!” exclaimed Lucy. “Because I’m now going to finger my butt. Oh and you’re not allowed to play with yourself. Don’t forget - I’m in charge.”

“Yes Ma’am.” I listened intently as Lucy scooped some fingers into the butter and then rolled onto her side. A hushed moan accompanied the first finger. Followed quickly by the unmistakable squelching noise as she moved her finger in and out.

“I feel so tight,” Lucy moaned. “I’ve not done this for a while and it feels so good. Ooh that’s two fingers in. Now I’m stretching my butt and I can’t wait to get one of those cocks in me!”

I couldn’t wait too and so being a good slave, I quickly groped around for the 5″ smallest one, stuck it head first into the pot to lube up and eagerly offered it to her.

“Naughty, Bob, but thank you.” As we passed the toy our hands met and she gently squeezed one of my fingers. “It’s cold but here goes.”

“Lucy, you could try rolling the head around your hole with gentle inward motion to help get it in.” I offered advice, when I so wanted to offer a hand.

“It’s okay, thanks. I’ve popped the head in! Arr. I can feel it sliding all the way up. Shit its really making my pussy ache. I have to rub my clit too. MMmmm!”

Now I could really smell her pussy. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. That sweet wet musk; I even opened my mouth to try to catch the taste on my tongue. Pre-cum was oozing out of my cock, adding to the synergy of smells.

“Ooh Bob, It’s hard doing both. Can you take over with the cock? I demand you showcase your arse fucking skills. I’m desperate to come!” In all the time, I had known Lucy I had never heard her swear, neither in anger or comedy, but sexually, even her vocabulary was unconstrained. I could hear the sound of her fevered assault on her pussy, accompanied by the delectable popping noises of the cock going in and out of her arsehole. As I inched forward, Lucy reclined onto her back and guided my hand to the dildo. It was definitely hot now.

Once I took control, I sensed that Lucy was now fingering herself and rubbing her clit. The sounds and smells were so erotic and I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I had never touched a girl’s arsehole before, let alone fucked one with a dildo. But I couldn’t see or really even touch. I had to concentrate, so I avidly set about pushing the cock all the way in and then all the way out. Followed by a quick pushing of the head just inside and out of the arsehole.

“Arr. Keep going like that,” groaned Lucy and I knew she was approaching a climax. I decided I would let go of the cock as she came - that way it would get pushed out as her muscles contracted. I love doing this when I come, and the small ones can sometimes really shoot out.

I love watching a girl come. I marvel at the intensity of it and I remember the times when her hand has nearly squeezed mine to death. I’ve watched boobs swell and nipples retract, red rashes appear on the chest. The satisfied gleam in the eye, the offer of fingers to lick clean.

“Fuck,” was all she said as she came. I let go and sat back, trying to put together in my mind what was going on. She was buckling up at the tummy as her body crunched up. Her breaths were deep and slow. Her fingers had stopped and were now pressing down on her pussy. I’m sure one hand was also cupping her breast.

“Lucy? Are you alright?”

“Yes thanks.” Lucy took a deep breath, “Can you lube up the second one. I’m ready for something bigger.”

I didn’t need asking twice, so I set about smearing the butter smoothly over the 8″ cock. Apart from being bigger and twice as thick, this one had a solid ball base, perfect for squatting on.

“Lucy, with this one, kneel on the pillow and then you can rock back onto it. I’ll hold the base and you can aim it in! You will need to get it in at the right angle, but trust me, you’ll really feel something special.”

“What do you mean?” Lucy asked excitedly.

“Okay, remember when you finger your arsehole. You can feel two openings or sphincters. One’s external and the others just about a centimetre inside and these sphincters give you pleasure when opened. Well, there is a third sphincter or “sigmoid” about 5 or 6 inches deep inside your rectum. Normally you don’t have any bodily control of when this opens or closes, but you can with a big dildo. You need to take it slowly but once the dildo has popped through the sigmoid it feels fantastic and a little forbidden, which just makes it even better.”

I closed my eyes and remembered the first time I played with some anal balls. The first one managed to get all the way through sigmoid and at first it didn’t want to come back! I panicked a wee bit at first, but I eventually managed to relax and gently pull it back out - to much pleasure.

“So are you still up for it?” I enquired.

“Sure,” said Lucy as she swivelled around and knelt over the pillow. “I want to feel it!” She held the cock’s head and started to descend slowly onto it. Arrgh, again I was missing this. The classic “reverse cowgirl position” porn film camera shot. A perfect frame of rounded buttocks and a pert little bumhole slowly engulfing a cock, deep down to its balls. And this happened right in front of my blindfolded eyes. Lucy took her time; pausing here and there. She was finding it hard to get the head in. I told her to pretend to do a poo and push down. She did and in it plopped.

“Shit shit! My butt feels so stretched.”

“Lucy, just rest, relax and allow yourself to enjoy the pain as it will turn to pleasure. But if it’s too much then lift off and try again. You can get as much pleasure from immediately not having something up there too.”

“Ooh, its passing. God my butt feels so filled up. I’m going deeper! It’s helps if I rub my pussy too.”

“Don’t worry I’ll catch you on the way down!” I laughed.

I didn’t need to. Lucy is very fit with lovely toned legs, so she steered her descent masterfully. I could tell she was nearly all the way down as her bottom was brushing my hand. Her cheeks were so close and so available, yet so unavailable, to smooch.

I decided to join in the fun and rammed the lubed small cock straight up my butt. Luckily I aimed it well. It felt good plus the fact that it had just been in Lucy’s bottom turned me on even more. My cock twitched as I positioned the dildo’s head against my prostate gland.

“Oh yes,” Lucy cried. “That’s hit the spot. Hmmm. It feels so immense. Hold it there Bob, I’m going to rock up and down and savour that cock all the way up my butt.” She was there - ball’s deep. I was dead jealous and eager to experience Bam.

Lucy rocked her bum all the way up, away from the cock and back down. Was she gaping I wondered? A satisfied sigh precluded another assault on the cock. “I can feel it from within my pussy,” she exclaimed, “guess what I’ve also got three fingers in? I bet you would love to see this.”

“You bet!” I replied feeling a bit exhausted. My cock was crying out to be touched, just one stroke and it would fire. I had to satisfy myself another way.. “Lucy, watch me take on the 9″ dildo. I promise you a good view to come to!”

Lucy swivelled around on her cock, much to her delight, and got me to lean forward as she placed the cock under my butt. I reached down to hold it and again our fingers touched. Her fingers were hot and wet from her pussy; I was getting closer to her. She sensed my curiosity and rubbed her juices over one of my fingers. “Go on Bob, taste me! I can tell you’re eager.” She cooed, “I’m going to taste myself too. Mmm!”

I too rose and dressed, and kissed her one more time and left her house to the deserted early morning street. As I slowly walked home I put my hand in my pocket and felt a piece of paper. On the paper was just a few lines and a telephone number.

“I would love to hear from you sometime if you still want to contact an old woman.” Then the telephone number.

I sure will be contacting her for I don’t want to lose so good a fucking partner. I am sure that there will be occasions when we will manage to get together, but there are plenty of others out there just waiting to be met.

In fact I didn’t have long to meet one of those people for coming behind me was one of the ladies from work out for her morning walk. As she came up along side of me she glanced at me and a smile came onto her face. “Frank, I had no idea you lived in this suburb,” Mary Ross said now slowing down to my pace. She was one of the ladies who I suspected of being truthful about saying she would love getting me between the sheets and not just as a provocative jest. She was in her mid forties and was single; she said she hadn’t found the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with yet.

“Yes just getting back from a mate’s house,” I replied. I didn’t think there was any need to say any more than that.

“Look Frank, I’m having some friends round for a barbeque this afternoon, want to come?” she asked.

“Love to Mary, what time?”

“Around one, bring a bottle,” She said and made to increase her speed of walking.

“Where, you didn’t tell me your address?”

“Silly me, of course I didn’t,” she said giving me the address and made off once again in her fast walk with her rear end wiggling so provocatively, leaving me walking at my own pace.

That was a piece of luck straight out of one ladies bed and meeting up with I am sure another certainty. My life has improved greatly in the last two weeks. I walked the rest of the way home feeling on top of the world. On getting home I cooked and ate a large breakfast and went and soaked in a long bath. I was bathed and dressed and the time hadn’t yet reached 8 o’clock.

Just after one I was entering Mary’s to be confronted with some of the other women from work as well as neighbours of Mary’s. I received a good many jibs from my female work mates, but it was all in good humour, but one of the other women who I suspected of meaning what was supposed to be said in jest, was smiling at me. Her name was Olivia and she didn’t take long to be by my side when she saw the others move round the assembled company.

“I see Mary beat me to it?”

“No it’s nothing like that, I met Mary early this morning and she asked me to come along.”

“So you two haven’t been meeting on the sly then,” she said linking her arm into mine.

I thought what the hell it has going to come up sometime so I thought I’d get it in now, there was no one within hearing distance. “What is it Olivia, you feeling jealous that Mary was getting fucked and you dipping out?” I said looking straight into her face. I doubt if anyone had said that to her in her life. She looked up well over my head and a smile came on her face.

“Yes, that was the first thought, but I’m glad it isn’t true. You know I like you Frank and I know you would like to get into my knickers, as much as I would like you there. So what about fitting me in, the only thing, I’m not into kinky sex just straight fucking.”

“Well we are on the same wavelength as far as that goes, but I’m not into quickies either, I like my comfort and time to enjoy it.”

“God your straight and honest anyway, but have you the equipment to back it up.”

“More than adequate Olivia, as you will find out I hope.”

“Oh so you’re thinking about it too?”

“I’ll get back to you, I’m here as Mary’s guest and if she has something else planned, we might sort our problem out to-night.”

“God I hope she falls sick this afternoon then,” Olivia said with a smile and a kiss to the cheek. Here was another lady who smelt nice but with a more subtle perfume.

The problem of who I was going to latch on to was settled by a telephone call for Olivia. She had to return home as her mother had fallen and hurt herself and she had to dash off with the parting words. “See you at work tomorrow; we will see what we can arrange.” With that she departed leaving me standing on my own at least for a little while.

Mary came up behind me and placed her hands on my bottom and squeezed. I knew who it was for that was what she done at work when no one was looking. I smiled and said, “it would be a lot nicer if I was wearing no trousers.”

“We will see later,” she said sliding away amongst her guests once again.

I mixed amongst them but there was none that I really fancied, Oh I was courteous enough to them all but that was as far as it went. It wasn’t until they all left that I had a chance to get close to Mary but when I tried to corner her she just slid out of reach. Once or twice was alright but every time she done it and I was getting pissed off. I realised that she was a prick teaser and acted like a teenager, thinking I was going to chase after her. I gave up and just sat down. I knew that this wasn’t the way she wanted to play it and I was pleased. I waited another hour to see how she was going to react, but it became obvious that I was going to get nowhere so I thanked her for the meal and left.

She was furious I could tell, but I was now going to leave it for her now to make the next move.

At work the next morning Olivia was round at my desk first thing. “Well how did every thing go after I left?” she eagerly asked.

“Lousy, I really missed you and then I got the big tease and I left,” I told her.

“I thought you and Mary was going to be a unit?”

“She is totally different on her own, fucking prick teaser is all she is,” I said again feeling irritated.

“Well I’m not, come home with me tonight and we will make up for last night.” She said looking around then giving me a peck on the cheek.

Two or three times that afternoon Mary tried to make conversation but I side stepped her each time, I think she now realised that she had played me up too much and was now trying to make up for it.

Olivia was on the other hand was real friendly and she didn’t play hard to get and stroked my thigh all the way home in her car. I was as hard as a rock by the time we arrived at her house. At least on the journey I found out a bit about her, she had been married for 10 years and her husband had walked out on her, and she had taken her mother in, that had been 12 years ago and now at 45 feeling the need for male company. The only hold-up was her mother who was a real man-hater according to Olivia.

I thought that Ethel was a sour puss but Laura, Olivia’s mother was a real sour arsed old woman, who sat and sneered at me all the time we had our meal. Then when we went into the sitting room to watch TV she spent the whole evening running down men, saying they could never be trusted and women would be better off without them.

Laura had an appointment at the hospital on the Wednesday and since I had a day off that day Olivia asked if I would mind taking her. I agreed but only to get in the good books of Olivia.

Nine sharp Laura retired to her bedroom at the back of the house, fifteen minutes later I was in Olivia’s room buried up to the hilt in her lovely warm love nest, with her legs wrapped around my thighs. Then for no reason she pushed me off, “Stop, I want you to leave.”

There have been many cases in the courts where men have been accused of rape because they ignored this request; I wasn’t going to be one of them. So without even asking why I got off the bed, dressed and left. I got a taxi and returned home. Olivia and Mary both were prick-teasers in a way and I made up my mind to drop them both like hot bricks.

Next day Olivia just walked past me as though I didn’t exist and Mary was still playing her game. “Mary,” I said to her, “I’m a way past the age of this cat and mouse game, you had your chance and you threw it away, please keep away from me and let me get on with my job.”

She started to cry, turned on her heels and ran towards the ladies change-rooms. I was glad at last I had cleared the air. I still had promised Laura, Olivia’s mother that I would take her to hospital. This I would do because I promised, but that would be the end of it.

At the hour arranged I pulled up outside of Laura’s home and she was waiting for me. I got out and opened the car door for her and she got in with a begrudging, “thank you Frank.”

“I heard you leaving the house on Monday evening, it sounded as if you were angry?” she said.

“Yes, very angry and pissed off.”

“Why, what happened?”

“Rather delicate but I’ll tell you, your daughter said stop. I did for I didn’t want to end up in court for rape because she changed her mind half way through.”

“She’s confused she doesn’t know what she wants,” she said in a voice trying to defend her daughter’s action.

“I don’t think either of you know what you want to be truthful. You are always running down men and blaming them on everything. No wonder she is confused,” I said getting it off my chest.

“When I was younger, I never felt I wanted sex and I had a lot of admirers who would have gladly loved to get into my knickers. Now I have this burning sexual desire and the men of my age group have mostly lost the urge, and I’m no longer attractive to the younger men. You wonder why I’m so anti-men it’s frustration knowing I will never again get that lovely feeling of someone making love to me. Would you make love to me, I doubt it, you are the same as all the others,” she said.

“That explains a lot. As for fucking you, sure I would, but I don’t want stopped half way through.”

“You would make love to a woman my age, you’re just having me on,” she said with the first smile I had seen on her face.

“Once we have finished at the hospital, we will go right home and I will prove to you that all men don’t think the way you think they do.”

Now she was smiling and was stroking my upper arm as though she couldn’t believe her luck had changed at last.

“Oh, my I hope we haven’t long to wait at the hospital,” she said softly I think it was just a thought that had materialised as spoken words.

Well we had to wait almost an hour and a half and she sat very close to me, so close that our thighs were touching and she kept looking up at my face. We couldn’t say very much for the waiting room was full.

This was a totally different Laura that I drove back from the hospital. She had been given a clean bill of health from the Specialist and I could see she was anxious to see if I would keep my promise to her. She was quite a presentable lady, well dressed in an old fashioned sort of way and at least she smelt nice.

When we got into the house she was completely lost, she just stood there. “Come on Laura let’s go to your bedroom, for we are going the whole hog. No quickies here, we will get naked and into your bed.”

“You don’t want to look at an old woman’s naked body surely.”

“If I’m going to fuck you I want to see all of you.”

“I never thought you would want that, but it would be a lot better if we were both naked. I agree,” she said making towards her bedroom with me following.

Again she just stood there once we entered her bedroom and closed the door. “Well come on, let’s see if it is a good fucking that you want, start taking off your clothes,” I said to her.

She started slowly but I quickly got out of mine and got into her bed and watched her with her back turned towards me. Now that her dress was off I saw she had wide plump hips and she was wearing waist high panties made of cotton, not at all sexy but functional. She dropped her panties and then her bra followed, but she supported her breasts with her left arm and turned towards the bed, stooped I think to prevent me seeing her body and got into bed.

I reached over and drew her towards me and placed my right hand on her hairy mound and slipped my middle finger between her moist lips and sank it well into her moist and well lubricated vagina. She let out a loud gasp as I did this and clasped her arms around my chest pressing her chest into mine. I slipped over her prone body and she opened her legs really wide so that I had easy access to her sex.

Using my right hand I guided my penis between her puffy vaginal lips and pushed, sliding into her warm passage.

“Oh my god you are huge,” she said into my ear.

“Laura you will take the lot just take your time and I’ll have you begging for more.”

“I’m just begging for some at the present, I’m not complaining, it feels so strange after so long a time without this lovely feeling,” she answered.

Now I was expanding her vagina into shape to accept my penis and I felt her stretching both ways, I gently moved in and out gaining more each time until I was totally enclosed. Once she felt me against her pubis she lifted her legs higher allowing me even greater entry and our bodies were now slapping together in rhythm with my balls sac hitting her puckered arse.

She was smiling at me as she was using her body getting the maximum satisfaction, sometimes with her head back and mouth open as I plunged into her. Keeping up this continual pounding for many minutes as her hips kept grinding into mine. Whoever said older women didn’t have orgasms, never experienced Laura, for she now was having one after the other and had a tighter grip with her arms and legs around my body than I ever did with the others.

Then I spurted into her and she kissed me on the cheek and started crying, the tears streaming down her cheeks as her body gave the last spasm. We lay still in this embrace for a good ten minutes letting my juices soak into her sex starved body. My sweat was pooled between our bodies and also running off hers onto her bed.

“Frank, you have made me alive again, I never thought I would feel a man there and you are so wonderfully big too. To think Olivia turned you down, silly woman, but then I gained.”

Incredible as it may seem I was still semi hard all this time and once again I felt the throbbing whilst still rove up her passage. Laura felt the stirring also but she shook her head. “I couldn’t go through that again so soon, I’m as content as I can be for the moment.”

She had a bathroom off her bedroom and I padded into it and had a shower. When I came out Laura was still lying on the bed legs spread wide. “Not afraid to show all you’ve got now I see.”

“No I have nothing to hide from you Frank. Can we do this again some time, I would like it very much.”

“Sure we can, you can either come up to my place or I will come here.”

“Maybe sometime Olivia is out, I would rather stay here.”

All this time I was dressing and I went over and kissed her on the forehead and left. If I never had the daughter at least I satisfied the mother, I thought with a smile on my face

As I drove home I was wondering if Citizen Christine Ng was observing and was approving of my actions. Yes, Master Wu was right this older age group was for me and as he said was the largest group of single unattached women who:

Don’t bleed, don’t tell, don’t swell, and love it like hell.