“Not this weekend. We’re all going to Steve’s game on Saturday and then pizza,” I said adding the pizza at the last moment. That always worked.
“Sweet!” Josh said and Audrey was smiling.
“You guys want to play monopoly?” I asked looking at Steve to see if he did. We needed to do something to pass the time or I was going to go nuts. Holy shit! All I could think about was jumping Steve’s sexy bones.
“I’m going to kick your butts,” Steve said.
“Good luck, ace!” Josh declared. Audrey was already headed for the game closet.
“We’ll see, boy,” Steve said. Josh didn’t like to acknowledge it and Steve didn’t know it yet, but Audrey was a Monopoly shark. Sweet and innocent until she rolled the dice and then she took no prisoners. She was going to clean their clocks. Two hours later, Audrey owned half the board and was draining us all dry. You couldn’t move without paying her rent on something or another. We all gave up but Josh and Steve insisted on counting up their meager properties and scattered cash to settle second place. I did too but I was quiet about it.
“Ha! I got you kid,” Steve said.
“Big deal. What’s twenty bucks?” Josh said dismissively.
“Well, I got you both. Woot! Second place!” I shouted and high-fived my daughter. Steve and Josh both looked disgusted. “Off to bed you two,” I declared. It was a little early but though they both grumbled neither Josh nor Audrey refused. Fifteen minutes later, the kids were in their beds and I was ready to head to mine with Steve.
“Now it’s your turn, young man. Time to take you to bed,” I said. Steve looked at me hungrily and then began tugging at my blouse. “Not here. The kids!” I admonished but he didn’t stop undressing me and I didn’t resist. Steve unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it from my shoulders, then unzipped my skirt and pushed it over my wide hips and let it fall to the floor.
“Sexy as hell! I wish you could leave these on and get those panties off,” Steve said referring to my pantyhose and the panties underneath. I pulled away and went to the kitchen. I dug through the junk drawer and returned with scissors.
“You can,” I told him. Steve took the scissors and carefully clipped my panties so he could remove them. Then he set the scissors down and yanked my panties free of my pantyhose. I squealed and clamped my hand over my mouth.
“We’re going to get caught,” I said as Steve freed my pendulous breasts and dropped my bra to the floor.
“You mean you don’t want to have wild anal sex here in the living room? How about on the stairs like a couple of weeks ago?” he said and I remembered the crazy sex we’d had without ever making it to my bedroom.
“No, you’ve earned a trip to the inner sanctum,” I said and then slipped my hand into his shorts and pulled him along by the belt in only my torn pantyhose and heels. I just hoped I remembered to pick up my clothes before morning. I dragged Steve up the stairs and we crept past the kid’s rooms and into mine. I turned on the lamp next to the bed and the room was bathed in the warm light.
“Nice!” Steve said. Three walls were lavender but the wall behind the king bed was painted dark purple. The floor was dark hardwood. The bedding was shades of lavender and golds, the ornate chest of drawers and dressing table were painted off-white but the corners and edges were aged and cracked. I finished them myself. A large mirror covered the wall next to the closet door on the far side of the bed. “Looks like a French brothel,” Steve observed.
“That’s the point and how would you know?” I asked.
“I’m a famous sports star. I get around,” he said making me laugh. I closed the door, locked it and then maneuvered Steve to the edge of the bed and pushed him down. I dropped to my knees between his legs and pulled off his shirt before running my hands over his chiseled torso. When they reached his shorts, I made short work of those while Steve kicked off his flip-flops. Now his cock filled his briefs and I gently ran my fingers up and down his length.
“You know what I want? I want this,” I said squeezing his fat shaft,” in my ass and this,” I added as I reached over, opened the drawer next the bed and pulled out a pink vibrator, “in my pussy.” Steve didn’t bat an eye as he took the toy from me.
“You experienced women are so kinky,” he said playfully.
“They say curvy women try harder too. Is that true?” I asked.
“Well, you’re the curvy woman. Don’t you know?” he replied.
“I’ve never had a curvy chick. How would I know?” I said. Steve’s cock swelled in my hand. “Ooh, you’d like that wouldn’t you. Me and Mrs. Young touching each other, making girl love while you watch?” I asked him.
“Oh fuck! Stop,” he said and I giggled.
“Men are so easy,” I told him as I pulled his briefs down and his cock sprang to life. I tossed them aside and then lowered my head and took Steve’s iron rod between my lips. He sighed as I slowly slid my mouth over his length and caressed him with my warm tongue. Steve took a handful of my hair and controlled my pace.
“Damn, I love the way you suck me,” he said. I looked up at him as I let him set the rhythm. I got more and more excited as I pleasured him. I was eager to get Steve inside me but I knew it would take some work to get me ready. I was looking forward to that too. Steve was obviously enjoying my mouth as he leaked his salty-sweet fluid into my mouth. Damn, I loved the way he tasted.
“You should climb aboard,” Steve suggested and let me go. I crawled up and pushed him onto his back. Steve maneuvered himself to the middle of the bed as I turned myself around and straddled his head. I didn’t waste any time and smothered Steve with my lush and incredibly wet pussy. After Steve further shredded my pantyhose exposing me fully, he went to work as I returned to pleasuring his firm erection. I wondered if Steve was going to bring me off immediately or make me wait until he was in my backdoor.
I didn’t ponder for long as I concentrated on Steve’s beautiful cock. I stroked his shaft and played with his balls and soon my saliva mixed with his juices was running down over his balls. Steve lapped greedily at my puffy folds and tormented my hot nub with his tongue. Our muffled moans filled the room as we rocked as one. I could have come if I wanted to hump his face, but I let Steve do as he wished. I figured the longer I waited, the better it would be, though this was already pretty fucking incredible.
Steve moved from my silken sanctuary to my tight, puckered hole. I inhaled sharply as his lips and tongue hit my dirty little flower, pulling my mouth from him. “Steve, that feels awesome. I can’t wait to get this in there,” I told him, squeezing his hard pole for emphasis. Steve’s eyes were visible, though barely, above my ample, round behind as I looked over my shoulder. His hands kneaded the supple flesh of my thighs and hips as I watched him ready me.
As I watched and jerked him slowly, Steve began working a finger into me. What a sexy little show. I resisted for a moment, but Steve rewet his finger and then made another attempt. This time, I gave way willingly. His strong finger worked its way deeper as I watched over my shoulder. Fuck! It felt amazing and I could only imagine how good his thick, hard cock might feel. I could only wonder how I would keep from screaming my head off and losing my mind. I was more than willing to accept the challenge, however.
Steve, who had gone back to licking my pussy as he fucked my ass with his finger, pat my hips and pulled his finger free. I rolled from him and got to my hands and knees. That’s how I wanted it, from behind, Steve’s hands holding my hips as he pounded me silly. At least until I wanted more. Then I’d roll over and let him use the vibrator too. Just the thought was intoxicating.
Steve got behind me and went back to work on my tight, rosy orifice. “God, I love it when you eat my ass,” I told him.
“I could spend all night back here,” he said, lifting his head for a moment. Wildman, indeed!
“Not tonight. I want that big fucking dick in there and I want it soon,” I said. My breathing was deep and ragged and I was buzzing with sexual excitement. Steve’
s finger slipped into me again as he moved closer and rubbed my pussy with his hard shaft. Then the finger disappeared and he pressed himself against my willing hole. I was nearly hyperventilating as he pushed inside me. Was he going to just shove it in?
Steve pulled away and let spittle drip from his mouth and rubbed it in with his purple crown. “I have lube,” I offered.
“Lube is for sissies. I got it handled and you’ll love it,” he said. He pressed his hardness into me and I gave way. But he pulled himself free and added some more saliva to the mix. He stroked himself and coaxed a nice dollop of his slippery juice onto me. God, that was hot. I was wet and slippery, my big ass cheeks glistening with wetness - how fucking nasty was that? Steve made the preparation just as exciting and sensual as I hoped the act itself would be.
Then Steve pressed himself into me but my pussy instead. I gasped and almost begged him to stay there, but he pulled out and his cock glistened with my natural lubrication. He let more saliva drip between my round globes and then Steve began to slide into my eager tunnel. He didn’t pull out this time. This was the real deal. I felt a moment of resistance, but I was so excited, so loose, I gave way almost instantly and he filled me with his entire length.
“Hard and fast, young man,” I advised him. Steve’s hands took my hips and his fingers sank into my indulgent flesh. For a moment, he let the tension build inside me as his manhood stretched me wide and filled me to my limit.
“You better grab a pillow to bite down on, mom,” he said. Why did I enjoy him calling me mom so much? I was a dirty old - I mean experienced - woman, that’s why. I grabbed a decorative pillow and got it ready. Steve smiled at me as I looked over my shoulder at him. Another deliciously frustrating moment passed and then Steve pulled himself slowly out of me. Another pause and then he impaled me again and this time he didn’t stop. I couldn’t get the pillow to my mouth fast enough as I shrieked in raw passion.
Steve jackhammered into me, his hips banging against my luscious thighs and posh behind. His hard thrusts sent ripples through my soft body and my breasts swayed beneath me. I supported myself on my elbows, the corner of the pillow stuffed in my mouth as I wailed and screamed. I’d love to say I hoped the kid’s couldn’t hear this but as much as I hated to admit it, I just flat didn’t care. This felt so good. The pleasure built within me. I wondered if I could climax like this. I wasn’t sure but it was still amazing.
“You know what I love,” Steve asked in harsh whisper. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye not daring to remove the pillow from my mouth. Only because he slowed his thrusting was I able to simply moan instead of scream my head off. “I love the way your body shakes when I fuck you. I love all that sexy flesh and then way it reacts to me. You are a goddess, Penny. A fucking goddess!” Steve told me and that did the trick.
He slammed into me hard and fast and with nothing but Steve’s heavy balls slapping against my sopping mound, I came. I screamed into the pillow as I bit it, my eyes clenched shut and every muscle in my body tensed and spasmed. This was nothing short of glorious, heavenly, and soul shattering. Still, I knew it wasn’t as good as it could get. I reached out trying to find the vibrator. Fuck waiting. I was going to do it myself.
“Looking for this?” Steve asked as he slowed again to let me regard him. The room sparkled at the edges of my vision. I felt faint. I felt shaky. I felt pretty fucking amazing!
“Do you know CPR?” I asked. Steve laughed.
“On your back, mommy,” he said emphasizing the naughty term.
“That is so dirty!” I said as I flipped over onto my back. Steve held the vibrator up and turned it on - and on its highest speed, the fucker. He touched the tip to my chest between my splayed breasts and dragged it slowly down my body until it reached my clit. He held it there and I grabbed the pillow and stuffed it into my mouth. This was going to be good.
“I won’t last long watching you. Where do you want it?” he asked. I knew what he meant. I pulled the pillow out to respond and licked my lips.
“As long as were being kinky, you might as well finish in my mouth,” I said and stuffed the pillow back inside. Steve pushed one thigh up and held it to his broad chest so he could get full access. He was so hard he didn’t need to guide himself into me. He simply used his hips to aim his fat spear and then slid into me slowly. The vibrator found its way into my pussy at the same time. Oh! My! Lord!
Steve began to work those hips and he did the same with the vibrator. I’d never gone from zero to sixty - maybe a hundred and sixty - so fast in my life. I utterly exploded! Every nerve in my body was throwing a party as I screamed - let’s be honest, it was more a blood-curdling, wake the dead, big-bang kind of shriek. I shook and trembled, as much from Steve’s hard pounding and the vibrating novelty as from the wicked pleasure that consumed me.
And the bastard lied. “I’m not going to last long,” my ass! Steve did his thing for longer than I expected, longer than I could have hoped for and longer than was probably healthy. I was a hot, sexy, mess. The pillow did its job, keeping the unnatural noises I was making from ensuring my kids would need years of therapy. The noises the bed made, however, I couldn’t help. I sobbed and laughed even as I squealed and screeched. My body hurt from the convulsions - you just knew you were having good sex when you were jerking around like a dog getting its belly scratched.
Steve, the magnificent bastard, seemed to have no end to his stamina. Fucking athletes! Soon I abandoned the pillow. I hadn’t the strength left in me to scream. I just whimpered and even cried - yes, tears and all. I was a wonderful wreck and finally, Steve swelled within me. He grunted and bore down. He wasn’t quite done. “Oh knock it off. I’m impressed, just fucking come in my mouth already,” I hissed at him as crying turned to laughter.
Steve pulled from me, moved next to me and fed his cock into my mouth. I eagerly wrapped my lips around him as I dug my nails into his hard ass - yes, it’s gross, whatever. Steve growled and arched his back. His teeth were clenched so hard I thought they might shatter. I sucked him and suddenly Steve plastered the back of my throat with his seed. He attempted to pull away but I held him too tightly. Now he was convulsing and his one eye twitched as I swallowed his tasty treat.
“Penny!” he said as more and more of his orgasm spilled forth. I took it all like a pro, savoring the creamy gift. Finally, Steve grunted and relaxed. Now he oozed into my mouth and I didn’t immediately swallow it. Instead, I grabbed his still rock hard shaft and pulled him out of my mouth. Then I showed him the pool of warm, white sperm.
“Nice!” he said. I closed my mouth and swallowed, showing him my empty mouth afterwards. Steve’s skin was beaded with sweat as he slumped over resting his on his hands and knees. I lay next to him, sweating myself, as we both searched for our breath.
“I think I just hit my sexual peak,” I joked. Steve chuckled.
“It’s all downhill from here, baby,” he teased. I didn’t think that was true. Something told me this was just a sample of the naughty things we were going to do together.
“I need a shower,” I said and tried to sit up. I fell back to the bed, dizzy. “In a moment,” I told Steve. He climbed from the bed and offered his hand.
“Come on, I did all the work,” he said. I sighed and took his hand. He dragged me up and I stumbled to the bathroom. Steve stayed with me that night as he promised, snoring, talking in his sleep and he even kicked me once or twice. It was nice. I slept well - except for the kicks and when he started mumbling at five in the morning - but I missed sleeping next to someone I loved. After he woke me up with his talking, I laid there in the pale light and just watched him until he stirred an hour later.
“Are you watching me sleep?” he asked as he opened his eyes and found me looking back.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“That’s weird,” he told me. I laughed.
“Morning,” I offered.
“You’re pretty in the morning, Penny,” Steve said.
“Thank you.
You’re a good liar,” I replied. It was so easy with him. The sex, the banter, all of it. I loved him but I wasn’t tied up in knots over it. I wasn’t worried about what I said or how I acted. It hit me suddenly. Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe it was me. Maybe I was the one not putting pressure on myself, not worrying about everything - maybe I was all grown up. In any case, it felt good.
We showered together and then Steve dressed and went downstairs to retrieve my clothes, especially my ruined panties. Once I was dressed, a red blouse, gray skirt, black nylons and red heels, we went downstairs to find the kids up and about. Steve was playing grab ass on the way down the stairs. I expected no less. I was wearing what I was for his benefit. Thankfully, he stopped once we got downstairs after I slapped his hands away.
“Morning,” I called out to the kids who were eating cereal.
“Morning,” Josh replied.
“Morning, mom,” Audrey said and hugged me. Then she went and hugged Steve. “Did you guys have a sleep over? It sounded fun,” she said. Uh...well, things would have to work themselves out I supposed. As I pondered how to respond to my daughter, Steve smiled at me. I smiled back at him. I thought Steve was good at throwing curve balls but Audrey put him to shame. I did like any good mother should do when presented with a question like that. I changed the subject.
“So, what do you want for your birthday, Audrey?” I asked. That did the trick. She’d figure things out soon enough. Luckily Josh slept like rock and seemed to have slept through the whole thing but I caught the knowing look. He might not have heard us but he knew something was up. Then he gave me a thumbs up and smiled. Yeah, this was going to be interesting but I looked forward seeing how this was going to turn out, Steve and I, how the kids would react, and Carl and Crystal. I couldn’t see it but I knew it would be interesting and probably more so than I could imagine.
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Back to the Beginning
Sapphic Curves
You just never know when love will find you. Is that a song? In any case, it’s true. I just had no idea what it meant. Honestly, I never expected love to ever find me. Love didn’t find girls like me. It just didn’t. I mean, overweight librarians approaching thirty weren’t in great demand. Add in the fact that I was painfully shy around men and it wasn’t hard to understand why I was still a virgin.
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