by Holly Ardent
“You're in charge,” she said.
“Okay, then I want you lying down on the floor, but I want a pillow underneath your ass.”
Ella scooted over to the chair and removed the seat portion. She put it on the floor and arranged herself with her ass on the edge of it.
Jim knelt between her legs again.
“You still nice and wet for me?”
She nodded.
“Good,” he said.
Jim slid his cock into her pussy, lubricating himself with a mixture of her juices and the cum he'd spurted into her earlier. While he slowly fucked her he started playing with her clit again.
So, she needs something to push her over the edge when she gets close to cumming. When I get her there again, I'll shove my cock into her ass. I bet that does it and having an orgasm while I take her anally should keep her from objecting.
Jim slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts. He also sped up the pressure and speed of the fingers playing with her clit. It took him about ten minutes to get her back to the point where she was all tensed up, but not able to cum yet.
“Are you ready to cum?” he asked her.
“Yes, oh please yes. I can't believe you're going to make me cum again,” she said. “Most of the time I'm lucky if I get one.”
Jim pinched her clit and tugged on it. As she gasped, he pulled his cock out of her cunt, lined it up on her asshole and thrust forward.
“What are you— ” she started to ask, but she was interrupted by the orgasm that washed over her.
Once more Jim held her in place as she squirmed and thrashed. He pulled on her hips as he thrust forward, drawing her farther onto his cock and burying it deep in her ass. Ella was trying to say something, but the only noises coming out of her mouth were unintelligible.
He pounded on her ass as she came. Any time her squirming started to slow, he gave her several hard, fast thrusts that put her right back into her orgasm. Finally, she didn't respond to his efforts and she slowly stilled.
She glared at him as he continued to thrust in and out of her ass.
“I can't believe it,” she said.
“Believe what?”
“That you made me cum fucking my ass. I've never done anal before, I thought I'd hate it so I never tried. But you start fucking my ass when I'm about to cum and I start cumming. You thrust harder into it and all I did was cum more.”
“I planned it that way. Why do you think I waited until you were just about to cum?”
“Well, it worked. Are you ready to cum now though? It's a little painful when I'm not cumming myself.”
“I could be. Can you talk dirty to me?”
Ella blushed.
I love it. I fuck every hole in her body and play with rest of her and she's fine with it. But ask her to talk dirty and she blushes?
“How?” she asked.
“Tell me how much you liked what I did to you. Spell it out in graphic detail,” he said.
Jim picked up his pace again as Ella paused to gather her thoughts.
“I can't believe I just met you today and let you fuck me. I loved every minute of it though. The feel of your cock inside me is bliss. I jumped you like a cheap slut and you took me and used me every way you wanted.”
“That's good, but dirtier. Tell me how much you liked my cock in your ass while you were still cumming.”
“Oh god, that's so embarrassing. I let you fuck my ass, didn't try to stop you at all because I was orgasming so hard I couldn't ask you to stop. I wouldn't have asked you to though because you were violating me, just like I said you could. It felt so good to have my ass stretched out by your big cock. Even the pain felt good, even the pain now feels good. I want to know what it feels like to have your cum squirting up inside my ass, to have the inside of my ass coated with your cum. Please, I'm begging you, cum for me. Shoot your cum up inside my tight little asshole. Bury your cock in my ass and fill me up with your cum.”
With a final thrust, Jim buried his cock inside of her and started cumming. He pulled on her hips, trying to get himself deeper inside of her despite the fact that he was already buried in her ass to the hilt.
Ella let out a long hiss of pleasure as he came inside of her. When he was done, he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him and nibbled on his ear while he recovered.
Jim rolled off of her and looked at Ella.
No, I don't think she'd be up for sucking my cock now. It's a shame, she looks so good doing it.
She caught him looking.
“What's that look for?” she asked.
“Nothing. Something I thought of that I don't think you'd be up for. Maybe next time.”
She smiled at him and tilted her head sideways. Her hair came down and covered half her face.
“Next time? I like the sound of that. You're welcome to stop by again any time you like, as long as my husband isn't home. What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?”
* * *
Jeannie's Garden
(Cheating Wife MILF Erotica)
(MILF Money for College #4)
Holly Ardent
Text copyright © 2015, Holly Ardent
All Rights Reserved
Jim Riley was in a rut, but he didn't mind in the least. His summer vacation from college was giving him the opportunity to put away a lot of money for the next couple of semesters. It was also giving him the opportunity for more sex than he'd ever dreamed of, and with women he'd never thought would be the slightest bit interested.
The MILF next door, Lisa, had helped him set up the odd jobs business, mainly maintenance and repair, that he was earning his money from. She had a large network of friends and had put the word out that she knew a reliable, attractive, young man who was willing to work. She'd also put the word out, to a much smaller circle of friends, that the same young man was constantly horny and happy to work that off with older women. So far this summer she'd already set him up with two of her friends, and she herself kept his sexual urges satisfied the rest of the time. But now she was away for a week visiting her daughter.
Lisa had set up several jobs for him while she was gone, but one she'd marked with a star and a smiley face. Jim had an idea as to why she'd done that and was hoping he was right since he'd gotten used to getting laid every day and the current four day dry spell was the longest he'd gone without so far this summer.
As he lay in bed, masturbating to the memory of the marathon sex session Lisa had put him through just before she left, his mind wandered.
So, Jeannie's next on the list. Lisa marked it as garden work along with her star and smiley face, but I'm damned if I know anything about gardening. I hope it isn't anything specialized. I also hope I'm right about her wanting more than just gardening work done.
He focused back in on the memory of what Lisa had done to him with her massive tits and nipples right before she left and it was enough to finish the job. When he stopped cumming, he cleaned up, rolled over, and fell fast asleep.
* * *
Jim woke when his parents were leaving for work. He'd always preferred to sleep later, but this summer his habits were changing. If he got all his work done in the morning, Lisa would always spare an hour or two of her afternoon for him. Even with her gone, his newly developed habit had him up early.
He dressed in clothes he didn't mind getting filthy and, after a quick breakfast, headed out to the address listed along with Jeannie's name. When he pulled in the driveway, he noticed the flower beds out front and the fruit trees alongside of the house.
Jim went up and knocked on the door. It was answered by a busty blonde with shoulder length hair. She looked fairly fit, maybe a touch overweight, but Jim had discovered that he liked his women that way. They liked their sex more energetic than some of the thinner girls he'd had.
“Hi. Are you Jeannie?” he asked.
“Yes, you must be Jim. Come on in, I'll show you what I need you to do.”
Jim followed her into the house. She led him down a
set of stairs and then out a sliding door in the basement that looked out on the back yard.
Jeannie already had eight garden plots. They were boxed in with thick wood sides and looked to be about four feet wide and twenty-five feet long. She caught him looking at them.
“The new ones I need will be the same size as those, but they'll be on the other side of the yard from them. I keep wanting to plant more and more varieties of vegetables, but I just don't have room for them all so I need to keep expanding.”
“Okay, so what do you need me to do?” he asked.
“Well, first you'll need to dig out those sections down to about two feet deep, but it gets done in a very specific manner. After that, we'll build the boxes for them. Those will just like the ones you see over there.”
“I can do that, just tell me how you want them dug.”
“Well, I've marked the areas and there's some buckets there. The first strip you dig, I want you to put all the dirt in the buckets. We'll use it later...”
Jeannie went on to tell him how to double dig the areas for the garden. She also led him over to where he'd be digging. Jim mentally sighed with relief when he found that she'd covered the grass with heavy cardboard to kill it off. He hadn't been looking forward to breaking up the sod.
Jim started digging. Even without the sod it was tough work and he was sweating before a half hour had passed. By the time he finished digging the first garden bed, he knew he was going to be sore by the end of the day. He'd made good time though, and he thought he could probably finish digging the second one before lunch.
As he was finishing up with the second bed, Jeannie came out. She'd been by to check on his progress several times during the morning.
“Did you bring something for lunch?” she asked.
Jim shook his head.
“Nah, I figured I'd just go out and hit whatever fast food joint is nearby.”
Jeannie winced.
“That isn't necessary. I can make you some lunch if you want.”
That would probably be a good way to tell if I'm right and she wants more than just the gardening stuff, he thought.
“Sure, that would be great. As long as it isn't any trouble,” he said.
“No trouble at all, I'll throw something together and have it ready by the time you're done there.”
Jim went back to digging and, sure enough, as he was putting the shovel away, Jeannie came out with a picnic basket.
“Would you like to eat out here?” she said.
“Not really, I've already gotten a lot of sun. Someplace shady would be better.”
“That's fine. Follow me, we can eat in the guest cottage.”
The guest cottage? I guess she's richer than I thought.
“It used to be a standalone garage, but when we put in an attached one we converted it. It's a great place to put the relatives when they visit, neither of us get along very well with our families, so it gives us some space when they're here.”
Jeannie led the way to what looked like a garage from the outside. It butted up against one side of the driveway. When she brought him in he looked around. The building had been sectioned off into several rooms. There was an area with what looked like a kitchen table, a second room that had a mattress and box spring directly on the floor, and a bathroom.
Jeannie sat down at the table and motioned Jim to take the seat across from her. As she unpacked the picnic basket Jim groaned mentally. It was all veggies. He'd been hoping for a nice thick sandwich or something of the sort. He perked up a bit when she pulled out a loaf of what looked like home made bread.
Once the basket was unpacked Jeannie started eating.
“Help yourself. There's plenty more where this came from if you like.”
Jim started picking at the vegetables and was surprised with his first bite.
“Hey, this is really good,” he exclaimed.
Jeannie beamed.
“Thank you, now you see why I want more space to grow more things.”
“So this is all stuff you grew yourself?”
She nodded.
“Except for the bread. I did make that, I just didn't grow anything that went into it. I'll tell you, the best part about gardening is that my son was never one of those kids who didn't want to eat his vegetables. He looked forward to them.”
“I can see why,” Jim said
He tore into the different stuff she'd brought out. When he finished, he was surprised that he'd manage to fill up on just vegetables and bread.
“Did you want to take a break for a while before we do the boxes?” Jeannie asked.
“How long will they take?”
“Probably less than an hour between the two of them. I'll help or else they'd be impossible to move after they're constructed. You can build them right in place, but then some of the soil you just loosened would get packed back down.”
“I think we should do the boxes first. Then, if you don't mind, I'll just sit for a while and cool down before I try to drive home.”
She smiled at him.
“That should work wonderfully.”
They went out in the yard and Jeannie showed him where the materials were. She held things in place as he cut and fastened. Jim was surprised when she helped him move the first box into place. He'd thought he'd be moving most of the weight, but she was right in there carrying her share.
The two boxes went together quickly and were moved into place with a minimum of fuss.
“If you want to go back and sit down in the guest house, I'll bring out some cold drinks,” Jeannie said.
“That sounds great, thank you.”
Jim headed over and sat down in the guest house.
I wonder what's taking her so long, he thought.
When Jeannie arrived, he found out. She had the promised drinks, a six-pack of beer with frosty condensation visible on the glass, but she'd also changed clothing. She was now wearing a white terrycloth robe. The top wasn't secured very well and he could see the black bra she was wearing underneath it. She wasn't embarrassed or ashamed at all. Jim was pretty sure she'd gone out of her way to make sure he'd notice the bra.
“Here we go. A couple of beers always go down well after some hard work.”
She set the six-pack on the table, pulled a bottle out, and slid it across the table to Jim. He took it and ran it across his forehead. While he did, she took another one out and opened the bottle with a bottle opener she pulled from her pocket.
She offered him the opener and when she handed it to him, he was sure she brushed her fingers against his intentionally.
They drank in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Jeannie finished her first beer and grabbed another. After she'd opened it, she looked at Jim.
“So, are you as sore as you look? You started right in on the digging and got it done faster than I thought you would. I've done my own digging before and I know how I felt after.”
Jim thought about lying and claiming he was fine, but he was relaxed from the beer he was drinking and didn't see any reason to lie.
“Yeah, I'm stiffening up a little. I'll be fine in a day or two. I didn't expect it to be quite as hard on the back and legs as it was.”
“I can help you out with that if you like. Before I got married I used to be a massage therapist. I've kept my skills in practice on my husband, and my son before he moved out. Teenage boys are always overexerting themselves.”
I wonder if that was a little dig at me, telling me I should've taken it a bit slower. Probably, but even so I'm not going to turn down a massage.
“Yeah, I overdid it a little. So I'd like that very much.”
“Well, let's finish the beers first, they'll help relax your muscles,” she said.
Jim popped the cap off his second beer, but took his time drinking it. When he finished it, she'd already half-finished her third. She gestured to the last bottle and he shook his head.
“No thanks, two is enough for me. I'll have to drive in a little while.”
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She looked surprised when he declined the last beer.
“Are you sure?” she said.
“Yeah, I'm sure. I've got a little buzz now and that should help relax me.”
“Alright. Then I want you to strip down as far as you're comfortable. Massage doesn't work nearly as well through clothing.”
After Lisa, Pam, and Ella I think I can be comfortable totally nude in front of her. Let's see if she's comfortable with me that way.
He pulled off his shirt and when it cleared his head, he saw that Jeannie had removed her robe to reveal matching black bra and panties. She noticed him looking.
“People tend to be more comfortable if they aren't the only one stripping. I didn't used to do this for massage therapy, but I've always done it when I was giving off the clock massages.”
The sight of her like that had his cock erect.
Well shit, now I'm a little less comfortable with stripping all the way, he thought. Screw it, I'm hoping she wants me erect anyhow. This way, she can tell that I'm interested if she is.
He stripped down the rest of the way, carefully not meeting her gaze after he exposed his erection. Jeannie walked towards the room with the mattress in it.
“Come on in and lie down,” she said.
Jim went in and followed her instructions.
I have to admit, I'm a little more comfortable now that it's between me and the bed. If she'd just tell me she's interested, then I wouldn't feel bad about it at all.
Jeannie's hands came down on his shoulders. Her strong fingers and thumbs started working on his muscles, digging in and convincing them to relax. As she worked her way down his back, Jim's eyes closed.
This is heaven, she's finding spots that I didn't even know were stiff and sore.
She worked on his back, then his ass. When she worked her way down his legs, he found himself flinching, a lot.
“Those are really sore?” she asked.
“Yeah, kinda tender.”
“Well, they'll feel better after, but if it hurts too much, let me know and I'll do something else. It won't work as well, but it won't hurt as much either.”