She was shocked by his short reply, but then amused and she started to giggle. Cyril saw the funny side and soon he was chuckling with her, until their lips met once more and the kissing started again. She loved the strength of his kisses, the smell of his body, and the touch of his flesh on her body. She almost purred with satisfaction, and realised that she'd never been so relaxed and at ease, even with her husband.
They paused for breath and lay back on the pillows.
"Now it's my turn for a question," he said, leaning up on one elbow and looking into her face as he spoke. "I've read in a magazine about how women enjoy to be kissed down there," he said, sliding his hand down her stomach until it cupped her pussy. She shivered with delight at his touch and waited for his question. "Have you ever been kissed down there?"
Not daring to speak in case her naivety became apparent, she shook her head. She could feel his hands caressing her, with one finger probing around her pubic mound, making her quite moist. She eased her legs open to give him better access.
"Well, that makes two of us, because I've never kissed a woman there, but looking at your body tonight it is now something I really want to try with you. May I?"
She leaned forward and kissed his lips, and then said, "I would love you to."
He returned her kisses with hot passion and then his kisses went down her neck and onto her breasts. His head disappeared beneath the covers and she turned on her side as his hand caressed her buttocks while his kisses went down her stomach and neared her waiting crotch.
She felt his head ease between her legs, which opened wider, providing him with easy access to her genitals. There was a burning sensation deep within her body and she ached with desire, while quivering with anticipation for his first touch.
She felt his hot breath blow through her pubic hair, warming her taut flesh, and then her thighs trembled as the tip of his tongue caressed her firm labia. His tongue slid along their moist length mingling juices and easing open the passage he sought.
As his tongue twisted, pushed, and licked every inch of flesh, it also penetrated deeper with each pushing movement of his bobbing head. April lay on her side and lifted her leg over his head, trapping his eager head between her thighs. The deeper he delved with his searching tongue, the harder she squeezed and kept him at his work.
She opened her eyes to see his limp penis hanging long and loose not more than a couple of inches away and she took it between her fingers, letting them flutter along the flesh from tip to base in an effort to create a response. With her right hand, she cupped his testicles, letting her forefinger push between his buttocks. She felt the tightly clenched orifice of his anus, and let the long nail of her finger scratch inquisitively back and to.
His penis twitched a couple of times, but otherwise there was no response. She eyed the penis in dismay, as Cyril's fast moving tongue increased the desire in her body close to boiling point. On a number of occasions, she'd refused to give her husband oral sex, but today it seemed to be the only way she'd liven Cyril's penis sufficiently to bring about her own satisfaction.
As she moved her open mouth forward, instead of the revulsion she experienced with Grant, she felt a growing excitement. Perhaps it was the challenge, or perhaps it was the step into the unknown—the fear and anticipation of what lay ahead; but she licked the end of his penis with purpose and lust, determined to get a result.
She moistened her lips and slid them over his dry glans, letting her tongue wrap around and wet his still limp flesh. She sucked on his cock, and then bit down gently with her teeth, scraping them along the whole length of his penis as she sucked it in. She stopped tickling his anus with her nail, and rubbed her finger back and two across the opening, which she felt was now quite moist. As she pushed the tip of her finger into the hole, she felt the flesh in her mouth begin to harden.
Her head moved up and down along the once limp flesh that was now growing long and hard within her mouth. Unable to allow it into her throat, she kept the attention of her lips and tongue on the top half of his penis, letting her left hand caress up and down the lower part of the hardening flesh, while her left hand played cupped his testicles. The deeper she thrust her finger into his tightly clenched anus, the harder his cock seemed to get.
She pulled it from her mouth and stared at it, amazed that the once flaccid, seemingly dead flesh was now some eight inches long with the bright red top staring at her with menacing intent. As Cyril pulled his head from between her thighs, she lay back on the pillows, her legs wide apart and pulsing with anticipation at the excitement to come.
She watched Cyril kneel on the bed beside her, as he looked down at his now rampant penis waiting for active duty. He lifted his head and smiled at her, saying, "You know, it has been more than ten years since the last time…"
"Well, what are you waiting for—are you just going to sit and admire it, or can you remember what to do with it?"
"You hussy, I'll show you exactly what I remember and give you a fucking you won't forget in a hurry," he said, smiling as he moved between her thighs, letting his balls roll along her body from breasts to pussy.
"Gently, Cyril, don't rush it, will you," she said, more than a little worried at the size of his cock, at least an inch longer than her husband's.
"We have the whole night ahead of us, and I don't intend to waste a minute."
CHAPTER 15
Grant lay on his back in Joyce's bed, replete from an hour of the most aggressive sex he could recall. Even as a teenager, when Joyce was a dozen years younger, they'd never been so passionate in their lovemaking. It made him feel like he was on his honeymoon with a wife who loved and desired him with equal love and passion. He wanted the night to last forever.
Joyce lifted her head from the pillow and rested on an elbow as she looked at him. He'd seen this look in her face a couple of times recently, and he wondered what was on her mind. He didn't have long to wait.
"I'm not going to beat about the bush, but come straight to the point. Are you having an affair with April's mother?"
He'd wondered earlier if it was this thought that was worrying her, so his response was immediate, "Never in a million years. You were the first love in my life, Joyce, and I often wish you were the only one. I asked you to divorce Cyril and marry me many years ago, if you remember."
"I do, my darling, and each time I regret my answer."
"You're too young and immature, I think you said, but you were more worried about what people would say."
"Do you forgive me?"
"I forgive you for not marrying me when I was a teenager, but not for suggesting that I sleep with that dumpy little woman in Leeds. For that I shall have to punish you…"
"And what is my punishment, oh Lord and Master?"
He nodded down at his exhausted penis, and said, "Nurture it back to life and I will forgive you." He rested his head on the pillow and waited with mounting excitement. His wife would never take his cock into her mouth, but Joyce seemed to delight in it. Sheer anticipation made it twitch against his thighs.
"I don't think it is going to take too long, I see signs of life already," said Joyce, as she leaned over his body, letting her fleshy breasts rub over his cheeks and then down his chest as she neared his penis with her mouth. She swung her leg over his recumbent form, until she was astride his chest, her spread-eagled bottom close to his face.
Grant was throbbing with excitement. She'd given him many a head job, but always when she lay between his legs. This was the first time she'd gone ‘top and tail' on him, and he bristled with anticipation. Her buttocks seemed huge and menacing as the hovered inches from his face, but he let his hands caress them, admiring their soft expanse.
Since their lovemaking two days ago, she'd shaved her pussy, and he studied the moist entrance to her vagina with interest. His tongue reached out to spread her labia, but with a soft plop she dropped her bottom onto his face, turning his world black as her buttocks pressed against his eyes.
; His nose was buried inside her pussy and he had to open his mouth to breathe. Joyce started to gyrate her bottom on his face, rubbing his nose on each side of her pussy, before pressing down hard with all her weight, forcing his nose deeper inside. His open mouth surrounded her pubic mount and his tongue found her elongated clit. He sucked on it and her response was to wriggle her bottom around his face, now moist from their combined juices.
Her hands were caressing his cock, while her tongue and lips were playing around the top. He felt her squeeze hard and rub faster, encouraging him to spend his seed, but although lust and desire were spreading through his body, burning with excitement, he wanted more action, first.
With his hands he eased her bottom off his face, and gulped mouthfuls of air before it smothered his face once again. As his tongue darted into her hot pussy, licking and twisting in silent ecstasy, he felt her take his penis into her mouth.
He pushed upwards, forcing more of his cock into her mouth and throat, and then thrust in and out as his climax exploded with hot semen. He felt her swallow each hot spurt and then lick his rapidly shrinking cock clean with her tongue.
He waited for her to move away, but she lay on his exhausted body, pressing the full weight of her bottom onto his face. Her bottom wriggled from side to side, and then pushed down onto his face again. He would have smiled, if it was possible with his face almost buried, because he knew what she wanted, and he decided to make her wait.
Joyce was not prepared to wait, however, and moving her buttocks in a circular motion, with gentle up and down movements, she found her target. With a forceful thrust she dropped her weight onto his face, forcing his nose deep into her pussy once again.
His mouth found her clitoris, and sucked hard, before nibbling at it with his lips. His hands reached up to her buttocks and helped her move up and down on his wet face. He could hear her moans as her climax neared, and felt hot juices spurting into his mouth. Her buttocks clenched and then she was spent, her body collapsing on his. He long legs pushed past his ears, and her thighs gripped his face, but there was not strength in them and he soon eased them free.
It was a long time since he'd been so exhausted and so replete, and he lay on his back gulping in the welcome air, feeling that life was better than he could remember.
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April looked at the tender expression on Cyril's face as he eased open the entrance to her pussy with his stubby fingers. As she felt the tip of his huge penis rub against her little clit, her legs opened wider and her knees raised to make access to her pussy easier. She was prepared for some pain, because of the size of his cock, but this was soon forgotten as he pushed it ever deeper into her body. There was no pain at all, just an amazing feeling of lust and excitement, as he moved it in and out with slow but powerful strokes.
He leaned down and brushed her lips in a soft, sensuous kiss, and then eased his hands under her buttocks. She felt him pull her body onto his cock, which felt as if it was splitting her body in half with each strong thrust. Sex had never felt like this, and she wanted it to last for hours, but could feel the hot flush of an orgasm rushing down her body into her vagina.
His cock thrust harder, his hands cupped her buttocks and pulled her pliant body onto his, and she moaned aloud with pleasure as the juices of her first orgasm in years squirted from her pussy.
She lay back on the pillow in exhaustion, and then realised that Cyril was still as hard as a rock and pumping away like there was no tomorrow. She reached out with her arms, grabbing hold of his buttocks and pulling him closer with each hard thrust of his cock, which drilled deeper into her pussy each time.
She smiled at the earnest look on his face, and realised his orgasm was not far away. Cyril pulled her closer with each driving movement as his exhilarating tempo gained speed. Guessing that this would be the first climax he'd experienced with a woman for many years, she determined to make it a memorable one, and sliding her arms up his broad back she pulled her face closer to his. Their lips touched, their mouths opened wide, and soon their tongues were splashing around happier than two kids playing in a puddle.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding in desperation as she felt the stirrings of yet another orgasm building deep with her vagina. She tightened her buttocks and with muscles she didn't know she had, she gripped his grinding cock as tight as her pussy would allow. This was ecstasy. Her body was exploding with lust as she kissed him with all the passion she could raise, while she writhed beneath his heaving body, which thrust hard with one last deep push inside. His semen spurted within her, while the juices of her second orgasm of the evening squirted with uncontrollable never-ending pleasure.
Finally, they were spent. Their exhausted, panting bodies lay together on the damp bed. She reached out for his hand, which lay alongside hers, their fingers soon entwined and as their eyes met, April knew she'd found true love.
He was many years older, perhaps more than twice her tender age, but she knew this mattered not, when compared to the tender approaches he'd made this past week, and completed with unsurpassed love-making she'd never dreamed she'd ever experience.
"Whatever the future holds for me now, I'm determined never to let this man go…" was her last thought of the night, as she quickly fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.
Cyril watched April's sleeping body for quite some time, marvelling that such a beautiful young woman gave herself to him so readily, and with no reservations at all. From her words and actions this past week, culminating in the last few hours of passionate lovemaking, he realised that he'd found the person who was the missing piece in the jigsaw of his life.
He lay back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling and wondering if it was possible for this new bond between them to strengthen, and their relationship to grow stronger over the coming days and weeks.
There was of course one obstacle to their happiness.
This was her husband, who they'd last heard hard at work in Joyce's bed earlier that evening. He was more than aware that it was not for the first time Grant had enjoyed himself in her arms, and not just recently, but over an extended period some years earlier, when he was still a teenager.
Cyril spent the next hour or so considering all the alternatives that tonight's pairing of the two very different couples offered. A large, contented smile spread across his broad face, as his ideas consolidated into a firm plan. He went over each step in his mind for the final time, and with a nod of satisfaction, he turned on his side, wrapped his arm around April and was soon asleep.
CHAPTER 16
The days grew into weeks as the household settle into its new patterns. The next morning, after April and Cyril's first night together, each person came down to breakfast at at different time, and then set about their daily duties. Grant and Cyril left early for their separate offices, while later April busied herself in the kitchen, listening with some apprehension at Joyce going repeatedly from room to room upstairs.
Her worry was without foundation, because when Joyce came into the kitchen an hour later, she smiled broadly at April and said, "I've been rearranging things upstairs. I've moved Grant's clothes into the empty wardrobes in my room, and I've taken the liberty of putting all your things in Cyril's room."
Joyce looked at April's reddening face as she collapsed into a kitchen chair and said, "It was going to happen sooner or later my dear, and I think it's best to be open about these things – it's for the best, don't you agree?"
April was quite sure whether she was to agree to her being open about the affairs, or whether she was agreeing they would have happened one day, anyway. Happy that Joyce was taking it all so calmly, and relieved that her feeling of guilt had completely disappeared, she nodded her agreement.
"Fine, well let's have a nice cup of tea together, and plan our shopping spree!"
At dinner that evening, the seating arrangements were different by unspoken agreement. Grant sat alongside Joyce, while April sat close to Cyril on the other side of the table. The conv
ersation was light, but pleasant enough, and watching television in the sitting room later they took their usual seats; April and Cyril on the sofa opposite the fireplace, while Grant and Joyce sat opposite each other in deep armchairs.
At about 9:30 that evening Cyril stretched his arms and stood up. "It's been a long day, so I think I'll forgo the chess tonight and retire early." He turned to April and held out his hand, which she grasped with tight relief. "Goodnight," he said to Joyce and Grant, while April, who seemed unable to speak, simply nodded at each of them.
The door was hardly shut before Joyce was across the room, sitting on Grant's lap and flinging her arms around his neck. "You were wonderful this evening, my darling, and I love you so much." Her lips fastened on his, and in seconds their pulses raced as their fervent kissing raised passions and lust that had no place in a respectable sitting room.
She slid off his lap and went over to the sideboard as she said, "I don't think we'll follow them straight upstairs – what do you think?" She saw him nod so she continued, "I agree; much better to let them settle in first. Meanwhile, I'll pour us a couple of drinks."
Passing the large whisky to Grant she sat on the sofa next to his chair, and raised her glass, "To you, my darling, and our continued happiness."
"To you, Joyce, with all my love!"
They sipped quietly for a while, until Joyce said, "Before I forget. April had a phone call from her mother today, who seemed to be missing her. April's going to bake her favourite fruit cake tomorrow, and would like you to drop it off in a day or so."
"I have to go that way on Friday, so I'll take it to Mrs. Harrison then."
Joyce smiled at his use for her formal name, when he'd been calling her Edna on previous occasions, but was pleased that he was taking the effort to set her mind at rest. Nevertheless, she couldn't resist a little jibe and said, "And no hanky-panky or you're in big trouble."
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