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 Love Thy Neighbor Chapter 5 of 14 (?)

   The latest episode in the saga of a Catholic High School Senior, his
best friend, and his best friend's sexy mom.  In the last chapter Sebastian
and Mrs Lunsford found themselves caught up in a flashfire of desire and
lust, the flames burning hot but quickly, the widowed Mrs Lunsford
rejecting him.  Now, reeling from his heartbreak, Sebastian finds himself
alone with this sexy cougar on a sultry night.  Written in my trademark
purplish prose, tumultuous emotions and heartfelt desires are swirl hot and
heavy.

   Story Codes MF Older Woman/Younger man, romantic.  Approx 14,000 words

   Thoughts, comments, criticisms, whatever - ShadesOfExtasy@Hotmail.com.

   Chapter Five

   I didn't go over to the Lunsford's house for the next several days,
Ethan and I not seeing much of each other outside of swim practice because
he seemed to be spending most of his time with Erica.  That was fine by me,
giving me a chance to mull over my decidedly mixed feelings for his mother.
The grey depression I'd first felt was slowly being replaced by a
slow-burning righteous anger.  She had been completely in the wrong, her
actions near inexcusable.  Worse yet, she still seemed to think of me as an
immature child and not her equal in any way that mattered.  If and when I
had the chance, I was determined to set a few things straight.

   And so it happened that on the Friday following, with my parents and the
Tridents out of town on an extended road trip, when Ethan invited me over
to watch the doubleheader, I gladly accepted.

   When Mrs Lunsford walked through the hallway on her way towards the
kitchen, she stopped in stunned surprise to see me sitting on the couch
watching the television.  I had carefully coordinated this moment, steered
an unsuspecting Ethan to sit in the chair that allowed him to see the tv
but not his mother in the corridor.  I was determined to be emotionally
distant and expressively cold but my heart panged in my chest when I saw
her.  She was dressed in a haute couture evening cocktail dress, the
shimmery fabric sleek and beautifully swathed over her every flowing curve
and dimpling hollow of her sensual body.  I'd seen her before in her
business attire, casual clothes, but nothing nearly this posh and elegant.
But despite her high-fashion outfit and her chic upswept hair, I saw her
usual radiant beauty looking pale and wan, her usually sparkling eyes
hollow with what looked like exhaustion.

   A twinge of emotion flashed in her face and she tossed a lock of hair
over her face, an instinctual reaction that I somehow simply knew was a
recall to her younger days, a defensive reaction action when she felt
bashful when she was a little girl.

   `Kind of like the way she views me, as some kind of child,' I
immediately fumed, knowing it was immature.  Not caring.

   "Hello, Sebastian," whispered tentatively in that smoky alto, hesitantly
taking a few halfsteps towards me.  It was the first time I had seen this
usually proud, self-confident woman looking so timid.  `Good, she deserves
it.'

   "Mrs Lunsford," I replied frostily, cruelly emphasizing her married name
to try to hide the fact her delicious perfume was making me dizzy, melding
perfectly with her subtle natural feminine fragrance, the one I'd come to
know so well yesterday, the erotic scent that immediately brought a renewed
tendril of sweet heat stealing through my loins.

   Ethan turned at our conversation, his head doing a comedic doubletake
when he saw his mother all dressed up for a night on the town.  "Whoa,
where are you going?" He exclaimed, his eyes wide, then he whistled
appreciatively.  "And in your Alessandro Airio too!"

   Mrs Lunsford looked at me wistfully, then quickly looked away, that
strange mélange of emotions on her face.  She approached me and I was
bewildered, thinking would she actually want to have it out here?  Now?  In
front of her son?  But instead she reached for a silk scarf that was draped
over the chair next to mine.  When her hand (accidentally?) gently brushed
my shoulder, I shivered on the inside.

   "Thanks." She wrapped the scarf around his neck.  "Ethan, I'm going
out."

   "Yeah, I gathered that," he replied, still staring.  "But where?"

   She cleared her throat, shifting from foot to foot.  "I'm going to a
corporate function at La Palais Noir.  Andy MacNamara from the office will
be picking me up and taking me home."

   "Wow.  You're going out on a date" Ethan raised his eyebrows
approvingly. " It's about damn time."

   I thought Mrs Lunsford was going to laugh it off, but when she flushed
and muttered something unintelligible, I was shocked at the angry spurt of
resentful jealousy that lanced through me, so strong it made my head reel
and my heart thud sickeningly in my throat.

   "You boys be good, now" she said, abruptly in control again, the knowing
look she threw at me, laden with hidden meanings I could only guess at,
throwing me off balance.  I swallowed hard and meekly dropped my eyes to
the floor.

   "So who is this Andy MacNamara?" Ethan asked curiously, cocking his head
at her.

   "He works in legal," she explained, needlessly straightening the
shoulders of her dress and glancing at me with eyes that seemed stormy with
inner tumult.  My stomach was clenched and aching from a different kind of
furor.  "You may have met him at last year's Christmas Party at the Palazzo
Hotel.  I honestly don't remember."

   "And how long have you known him?" Ethan pressed on, twisting the dagger
in my open wound.  Why was it when I was supposed to be furious at Mrs
Lunsford did she seem to be able to slice me open with such ease?

   "Long enough." She fished her keys out of her clutch and I could help
those slender fingers were white-knuckled on her designer purse.  "No third
degrees, alright?

   "Well, you have fun, Mrs.  Lunsford," I said, my tone of voice downright
chilly but I knew my heart was in my eyes.  That certain something moved
over her angelic face when she looked at me, something deeply pained.  It
made me want to jump out of my seat and voice my frustrated rage over the
deeply fucked situation but I suspected if I opened my mouth to say another
word I would start to cry.

   She looked back towards her son and I was amazed at how she had steeled
herself, a survival mechanism she had honed to help her thrive in the
cutthroat world of corporate America.  "I won't be too late.  You boys be
good." She said it again, with an emphasis on good.  "I mean it."

   "We will," Ethan assured her.  "We've got baseball, a couple of bags of
Chipsy's potato chips and the case of beer I hid in the closet that will be
sitting on this table fifteen seconds after you walk out the door ~~ we're
set for the night."

   She laughed, reaching over and fondly brushing Ethan's hair out of his
eyes.  "You two are something else."

   "Well how about that," Ethan said as the front door closed behind him.
"My mother, out on a date.  Do you believe it?"

   "She's still a woman." I watched my hand tremble slightly when I began
to reach for the chips, deciding their salty goodness wasn't worth the
risk. "I guess she misses...men..."

   Ethan nodded his agreement, flipping channels when an ad for Chexx
Credit Cards - `we take the waiting out of wanting,' came on, looking for
something to catch his interest.  "It's been two years, already... I guess
it's about time."

   I was very pleased when he decided to stop talking about his mother
going out on a date, and while we went through the motions of watching the
Tridents split the doubleheader with the Windjammers, and eating Chipsys
and getting crumbs all over the imported Italian leather couch, we were
both preternaturally quiet, both of our thoughts elsewhere.

   It wasn't until I was dressed in my pajamas and tucked into the sleeping
bag on the floor and Ethan had turned out the light that one of us
mentioned it again.  "I wish my dad was here." My best friend breathed, his
voice wavery with unshed tears.  "But I guess this is how life goes on,"

   Hearing his heart breaking, I slipped out of my sleeping bag and crept
up into the bed, lying next to him.  I couldn't imagine losing my father ~~
I couldn't for a minute know what it must feel like.  I just knew I wanted
to comfort him.

   He snuffled and pulled my arm over him as he turned toward the wall,
silently urging me to snuggle in behind him.  We fell asleep spooning, him
first ~~ his rhythmic breathing slowly transforming from those soft little
hitches to a deep, even cadence ~~ and though I thought I wouldn't be able
to sleep, troubled as I was by the disturbing events revolving around me
and Mrs Lunsford, I drifted off to the rise and fall of my best friend's
strong back against my chest.

   * * * * *

   I woke later that night, a tight, burning ball in the pit of my stomach
from my disquieting dreams.  Ethan was sleeping soundly, looking adorably
boyish, even though he was snoring a little, and I slipped my arm out from
under his and eased off the bed, needing to take a piss.  I didn't know
what time it was, but I stumbled to the bathroom, still half-asleep.  It
was when I was washing up afterwards that I decided I need something to
drink, and that while water would suffice, a glass of frosty milk would hit
the spot.

   Padding barefoot through the house, I made my way to the kitchen, opened
the refrigerator door and found a gallon of 1%, not the skim that I
preferred but it would do in ...

   "Sebastian?"

   Startled I whirled around and saw Mrs Lunsford standing in the archway.
`Damn, she looks so good in that dress!' The thought invaded my mind before
I had a chance to remember that I was still pissed off at her.

   "Sebastian," she repeated, drawing her slim shoulders back and taking a
deep breath.  "We have to talk."

   `Just like a mother speaks to a child,' I thought bitterly, the coldness
inside me deepening.  I shrugged, turning my attention back to the milk. 
"So talk."

   "I... Sebastian, I am so sorry about last night.  I mean, I had no right
to scream at you like that.  I was just ~~"

   "You were just feeling guilty because you felt like you'd cheated on
your dead husband." I declared, by tone of voice intentionally flat.

   The way Mrs Lunsford stared at me would have been hilarious had it not
been so typical of her condescension towards me.  "How ... how do you know
that?"

   I don't think I ever felt as much scorn towards anyone in my life as I
did right then, staring witheringly at this woman I had adored from afar
for years.  "You really don't think much of me, do you?  Just a boy to
you." I went back towards the cupboards, looking for a glass.  "Gotta be
honest with you.  It didn't take a lot to figure that out."

   "Sebastian, I..." Her voice trailed off and I could feel her defenses
rising.  That was it.  Over before it even started.

   I turned to see Mrs Lunsford slumped, but I felt no pride, just a dull,
hollow feeling as she began retreating into the well-worn professional
widow shell she'd built up over the years.  "You're right."

   "No shit," I muttered, shutting out whatever shallow platitudes she
might say.  She could withdraw to her idealized memories of her husband,
pretend that that night had never happened, delude herself into thinking I
was just a horny teenager who had predatorily seized upon her moment of
weakness.  It killed me on the inside but I would not stop her from making
her choice.

   When I turned towards Mrs Lunsford, I found her flushed, biting her
lower lip, tears shimmering in her eyes.  "It was a mistake, all right?  I
was wrong.  I admit it.  I didn't mean to... Oh hell." I didn't answer. 
What was there to say?  "Sebastian, I swear, I never meant to hurt you."
Was that guilt in her voice?  Had I reached her?  She certainly had reached
me, touching on the sullen anger that had been simmering in me for days. 
Turning quickly, I saw her striding from the arch ~~ but my voice, hard and
biting, stopped her in her tracks.  "What are you apologizing for?" She
turned back to find me watching her, her eyes emotion.  "After all, I got
what I wanted, right?  Right, Mrs Lunsford?"

   "I..." Shame washed over her delicate features.  "Sebastian, I'm so
sorry."

   I laughed, a short, hard bark, the maelstrom of emotions that I'd been
suffering through and wrestling over the past week swirling through me as I
marched up to face her.  "Yeah, well, you know what?  Sorry's just not good
enough."

   Mrs Lunsford hung her head, spilling her lustrous hair in that childish
gesture that somehow tore right through me.  I found myself standing over
her, my body quivering with the intensity of what I was feeling.  She
trembled before me barely suppressed emotion and, yes, damn it, I found her
newfound submissiveness terribly arousing.  "I want to hear you say it, Mrs
Lunsford."

   "Say what?" Her voice was faint, timid.

   "Say that you wanted it.  I'm not letting you put that burden on me."

   She stared up at me, stupefaction playing across her face, her mouth
gaping open ~~ but no sound came out.  Not until I grabbed her arms, making
her shriek.

   "Say it, Mrs Lunsford!" My chest was heaving, my heartbeat thunderous,
making the blood ringing in my ears.

   "I...I wanted it," she said shakily.  Then she stopped, cheeks blazing
with the realization, then, with renewed conviction, she stepped towards me
and proudly looked up into my face, allowing me to see the turbulent
emotions billowing like thunderclouds in her soul ~~ the long-denied
longing, the exhilarated excitement, the forbidden lust.  "I wanted it."

   I stared back at her, my nostrils flaring.  Then with a harsh, anguished
cry, I dragged her against me, taking her mouth, crushing my lips to her,
feeling her radiant heat, kissing her with an urgency that left her
breathless.  Her eyes floated close and she buried her grasping hands in my
hair as she kissed me back with a deep-seated hunger.  I groaned, the sound
vibrating inside our melded mouths, and released her from the torrid kiss
long enough to drag my tee shirt over his head and reach around to unzip
her dress, quickly peeling the multi-thousand dollar dress off her upper
torso.  When it wreathed about the swell of her hips, I dropped my hands
fingers brushing the swell of her plump mons as I eased the garment down.
Lifting her feet awkwardly, Mrs Lunsford stepped out of the discarded dress
now pooling forgotten on the kitchen floor, standing before me in nothing
but her bra and panties and a pair of fuck-me pumps.

   My breathing quickened, rasping in and out of my heaving chest as I
stood there, devouring her sexy body with my rapcious eyes.  God, she was
so beautiful and desirable, buttery smooth and deliciously curvy and
vulnerably soft, that sensuous combination only a woman of her matured
ripeness possesses!  The bra she wore, strapless and shelf-designed,
flaunted the creamy fullness of her plump breasts and I trembled as I
witnessed her nipples plumpening out the taut fabric under my hot, hungry
gaze.  Her matching panties, made of the same sheer, delicate lace seemed
designed to reveal everything but conceal that which I most desired, but
right now, the girlish pink had darkened to a rich crimson, the moistened
fabric clinging to the contours of her hidden sex from her shameless
longing for me.  Whether it was right or wrong, she wanted me and I wanted
her ~~ wanted her with a fiery intensity that astounded even me.  My
restless cock surged, longing to be inside her clenching pussy, wanting to
simply take her, on the kitchen floor, without questions, without
hesitation...

   "Oh no, Mrs Lunsford." I chuckled as much to myself as to her,
intentionally stepping back.  "I'm not making it that easy on you.  This
time, you're going to have to show me you want it." Holding her gaze, I
took her hand in mine, leading it to the thickened bulge tenting in my
pajamas.

   Her eyes went dreamy as she exploratorily worked her hand over the
length of my turgid manhood, caressing the straining organ, tracing the
silhouetted outline of my aching erection through the cottony fabric of my
bottoms with her impish fingers.  I groaned softly at her inflammatory
touch, feeling as if I could explode at any moment, and when she noticed
the circle of precum seeping through the leg, she reached eagerly for the
restraining button, undoing it deftly.  Her impatience was palpable as she
yanked down my pajamas, gasping aloud because I had gone commando.  Freed
of its bonds, my painfully erect penis sprang free and shot up as straight
and rigid as a telephone pole, the thick, shiny head so engorged it was
flushed nearly purple.  She simply gaped her lewd excitement for several
moments before her lips turned upwards in a greedy smile, her breath coming
in shuddery pants, and I couldn't help but notice a fresh spurt of wetness
soaking through her panties.

   Watching Mrs Lunsford from under heavy lids, I intently followed her
every movement as she dropped to the floor, tugging my pajama bottoms down
off my bare feet before went to her knees and kneeled at eye level with my
brashly spearing erection.  It occurred to me that she'd never actually
gotten to see my cock last night but now she studied it with wide-eyed
wonder, full of delight, as if she were a child being offered some
wonderfully unthinkable and unhoped-for treat.  Those emerald globes went
even brighter when she began tentatively trailing her slender fingers up
and down my prodigious length, just brushing her fingertips over the glossy
flesh of my tumescent penis.  She even let her silky tresses lightly drape
across my crotch, which had me squirming restlessly.  Soon though, with all
the agility and grace of a concert pianist, she was skillfully playing an
intricate tune on my tumid organ, her lacquered fingernails dancing on the
taut flesh.

   "Ah, God," was all I could manage when her palm wrapped around my meaty
shaft, enjoying its hefty thickness and tempered-steel solidity.  But for
all the virility my manhood boasted, the feel of her feminine hand
tentatively touching me alone was enough to set my head spinning
vertiginously.  But in truth, it wasn't just her sensory-rousing touch; it
was the image she presented: shy, worshipful, excited, sexual ~~ a
veritable incarnation of all the fantasies I had ever had about Mrs
Lunsford, my perfect woman.  So when she began malthusianistically gliding
her fist up and down, my hips began bucking uncontrollably, humping her
hot, tight fist.

   "Oh, I love this.  I love your cock, Sebastian." she breathily purred,
her adoration of my penis inspiring more than a thousand symphonies within
me.  She decelerated her pumping into a light caressing up and down the
trunk, thumb tracing over the distended veins.  She took her time in
stroking me slowly with exquisitely light brushing motions, testing its
rigidity, enticing me.  Devoting special attention to the plumpened crown,
she brought me to a state of mind approaching delirium at her uninhibited
sensuality.  She seemed to savor my masculine hardness, as if it were some
gift I had given her, a plaything to excite and thrill.  "I want to taste
you, baby.  I want to kiss you.  I want to feel you in my mouth.  Can I?"

   Once again my hips rose involuntarily, not only at the dizzyingly erotic
sensations her masturbation of me was instigating but the mere thought of
her sexy mouth touching my needy cock.  "You don't have to," I managed,
terrified that my voice would break like I was still in puberty.  Who the
fuck was I kidding?  I'd been dreaming about this for years, had spilled in
innumerable orgasms into my bedsheets to this fantasy-coming-true, her name
spilling from my lips.

   "Hush, baby," she breathed, instantly seeing through my charade.  "I
want to do this, I have for years."

   "Damn," I groaned, hissing in a breath because she had leaned forward,
her ruby lips parting seductively, and the moment her flicking tongue
touched my hypersensitive cock, swiping her slippery tongue in a long glide
from the chunky base to the weeping tip, I very nearly came right then. 
She gave a throaty laugh at my teenaged exuberance but I had to
determinedly steel myself to ward off that seductive but self-destructive
impulse.  Once I had gotten past the immediate danger, I allowed myself to
revel in the smooth, velvety way her wanton tongue trailed around the
distended rim of the bulbous glans, savoring the way she licked over the
glossy flesh.  By now I was tremoring with spasms of need and desire for
this delectable female creature.  When she had begun licking up and down my
shaft, she had been so feather light it had been like being loved by
hummingbirds.  But by now she was being very energetic, smacking her lips
in her appreciation of my masculine flavor, thirsting for more of my tasty
precum.  But when, at the same time, she curved one hand under my swaying
scrotum, fiddling with the hard, heavy roundness of my balls, I knew then
this was a skilled fellatrix indeed, having given blowjobs dozens if not
hundreds of times.  Looking the way she did, she must have had many, many
men...

   The unexpected surge of possessive jealousy shocked me and I had to curb
that shit.  When I drew back, I found Mrs Lunsford looking up at me
questioningly, her features soft with her burgeoning horniness but her eyes
piercingly bright as she closely watched me.  Realizing that everything was
alright, she flashed me a naughty smile then she leaned forward again to
resume her oral efforts, opening her pouty lips just enough to let the
bloated helm to slip between them; it was as if her mouth was full of
heated olive oil, so soft and liquid did it feel consuming me.

   I noticed then that my knowledgeable lover was very gradually
intensifying the sensuality of her fellatio, calculatedly adding on element
at a time that I could enjoy individually, serving to incrementally ratchet
up the tension.  Now she drew her kissing lips in an airtight seal around
the mushroomed head, drowning my rod in that liquefied heat.  She seemed
single-mindedly determined to give me the best blowjob of my young life
because she immediately began twirling her dexterous tongue around the
engulfed glans, teasing the rubbery rim.  When she boldly darted her
tonguetip in quick dips into the small, gaping slit in the very tip, I
stiffened and groaned harshly, my hips jerking involuntarily at the
immersive pleasure.

   As thrilling as this extended foreplay was, I had some unfulfilled urges
and when I tilted my hips, Mrs Lunsford understood my unspoken need at
once, though she responded in a way I didn't expect.  With her swishing
tongue working sexy magic on the sensitive flesh, she began, with a
movement so gradual it was barely perceptible, began lowering her moistened
lips down my fully-engorged cock.  I watched as millimeter by millimeter,
inch by inch, she took my sleek shaft deeper into her devouring mouth,
taking as much of my impressive length between her pillowy lips as she
seemingly could manage.  Sensations of earth-shattering force swept over me
and I felt my breath begin to shudder, whimpery moans betraying my
lascivious delight and when I tried to muffle them, the air rocketed out of
my nostrils like cool air escaping a blast furnace.

   With one hand still juggling my testicles, she wrapped her free one
around the rest of my shaft, allowing me to take pleasure in the silken
feel of her small hand and started coaxingly stroking what didn't fit in
her feasting mouth ~~ which was a considerable amount.  What she lacked in
deepthroating skills, though, she made up for in her wicked inventiveness,
scraping her teeth tauntingly along the sensitive underside of the flared
head and licking me like a flavorful lollipop.  When she hummed around the
thick shaft, I couldn't help but notice the similarity in her son's
fellatio techniques, the taboo thought making guilt flare up inside me.  I
resolutely shoved it down.  I could feel guilty later.  Right now Ethan's
widowed mother's voracious sexual appetite demanded my immediate attention
~~ and I was damned and determined to relish every intoxicating moment!

   "Oh yeah," I breathed approvingly as Mrs Lunsford lustily fellated me,
plunging and stroking, tonguing, circling.  "Suck it harder.  Damn you're
good at this." She had been delving again and again but at my vocal
encouragement she went down even further, holding the blunted crest at the
back of her throat and swallowing.  The sensation of her throat greedily
milking me made my sac tighten and my spine tingle with the electrified
delectation.  "Just like that, baby.  God, that's good.  So good," I
shamelessly groaned, one hand smoothing over her appealingly tousled mane
of hair.  It was all I could do to keep from holding her pretty head and
selfishly thrusting my aching manhood into her salaciously sucking mouth.

   Just as exciting as being enthusiastically sucked by such a talented
fellatrix was seeing how much Mrs Lunsford loved giving me head, evidenced
by her chubby nipples so obviously pebbled beneath her sheer bra and her
pussy had completely drenched her panties.  Her eyes had been dreamily
closed as she sucked longingly, but when she opened them and saw me gazing
enrapturedly down upon her she smiled around my lust-thickened flesh.  She
gave me one of her trademark hums deep in her throat, the sonorous pleasure
vibrating up my tumescent penis before withdrawing.  Dropping a kiss
affectionately on the plummy bulb, she started onanistically stroking the
shaft again.  Her eyes gone dark with her desire, she asked, "Do you like
that?"

   "Hell, yeah," I cried out in my zest

   "Then you are going to love this, big boy!" Drawing a deep inhalation,
she opened her jaw wide and plunged her head forward, sucking me once more
as deep as she could manage into her sultry mouth, only this time she
relaxed her defensive reflexes in what I knew from practical knowledge only
came with practiced ease, allowing me to slide into her throat.  My eyes
drifted close at my joyous amazement and I groaned in thrilled incredulity
as she bobbed down all the way to the base, astonished at how easy it
seemed to be for her despite what I assumed had been a long time.  Guess it
must be like riding a bike I thought dazedly as she moaned with personal
satisfaction and paused to enjoy her of ultimate conquest of me, having
swallowed the whole of my dauntingly-sized penis, the beefy shaft throbbing
against her curled tongue and the knobby helm submerged in her gullet.

   While Mrs Lunsford took a moment of pause, acclimating her throat to the
welcome intrusion, a hot, heady sense of masculine triumph unfolded in my
belly at the sight of my lover's pert nose nudging into my curly pubes.  To
my surprise, she didn't move for the longest time, simply gazed up at me
with those dazzling emerald eyes.  But when I tightened my hands in her
hair, she teasingly drew back, releasing me just as deliberately slowly as
she had when she had first started fellating me.  She giggled at my
desperation when I grabbed her but steadfastly refused, letting my
saliva-drenched organ slither from the tropical heat of her sultry mouth
with agonizing slowness.  It was like being expelled from a celestial
paradise, and I'm sure my eyes expressly communicated my forlorn plea.  Mrs
Lunsford ignored me because with a final lingering kiss from her beestung
lips, she slid me with a wet plop out of her sumptuous mouth.

   "Sebastian, that's so good," she murmured, eyes shining with her
undisguised delight.  "Did you know I could feel you pulsing in my throat?"

   "I don't doubt it," I said, having to actively think about restraining
my hands that were dying to stroke my throbbing cock, twitch and jolting
like a leashed animal in front of me.  "In another few seconds, you would
have felt a lot more than that."

   "Oh, don't worry sweetheart.  I want you to come in my mouth really bad"
she reassured me, reaching out to lovingly fondle my visibly trembling
manhood.  "But not yet.  This is my first time sucking your beautiful cock
and I want it to last." She paused, looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes.
"May I play with your big, beautiful cock, Sebastian?"

   I thought it a silly question; for a crazy moment, some bizarre and
humorous impulse suggested a "No, you may not, what do you take me for"
speech, but that thought evaporated as her talented tongue went to work
again, reaffirming that she was an inspiredly appetent and technically
gifted fellatrix, Her tongue, lips, mouth and hands worked in synchronous
concert to bring me to a heightened state of libidinous arousal I wouldn't
have thought possible.  Again and again she pushed me to the very brink of
orgasmic oblivion, then pulled me back by holding completely still, sensing
my thresholds with unerring accuracy and manipulating them with consummate
skill.

   Though I'd vowed not to compare Mrs Lunsford with her son any more,
unlike Ethan, his mother knew how to use the combination of her mouth and
hands to their greatest provocative possibility.  They were both used with
the unrestrained tenacity of a hungry wild animal, manifesting an
enthusiasm for tantalizing me and titillating me that was vivid yet
deferential.  Such images haunted me as she knelt between my legs, licking,
sucking, kissing.  She was every sexual fantasy I had ever dreamed,
absolutely perfect in every beguiling move she made, every thrilling touch
she gifted me, even in the raunchy sounds she made.  She was what every
red-blooded man wants ~~ the personification of the lady executive to the
world, the embodiment of an insatiably naughty slut in the bedroom.

   When I insistently dragged her succulent mouth back down my needy shaft,
she acquiesced to my instinctual need, letting her lips go soft and
inviting as she relaxed in my grip, letting me guide her bobbing head up
and down my pulsing cock.  She was my enthusiastic partner as I decided to
trade deepthroat pleasures for fast-bobbing action, her bra-encased breasts
bouncing sumptuously against my thighs and her lush hair flying wildly
about her face.  My shiny, wet organ trembled when she drew her lungs in
with a vacuuming force while continuouly sucking me with me with such
unrelenting vigor as if she were trying to siphon the semen out of me.

   Mrs Lunsford's previously unimagined talent and ardor for oral sex
shocked me so much that I felt my self-control starting to rupture, so
perilously close to coming I could barely breathe.  Mellifluous sensations
rhapsodized through my bloodstream reverberating their dulcet blisses that
made my very balls pulse, growing so distended with come they overflowed
her jiggling hand.  She kept lightly squeezing them, rolling them between
her deft fingers, her other hand roving over my tight abs bunching with my
rolling hips, occasionally stretching to play with my niiples, hard and
erect.  When I looked down at her I saw a sexily uninhibited woman consumed
with carnal pleasure, insatiably wolfing on the fat organ gliding between
her tightly-stretched lips, eyes watering with the selfless effort she
gave, great streams of glistening saliva spilling from between her
obscenely ballooned cheeks.

   "Oh Jesus, Mrs Lunsford!" I said in a strangled whisper, the sensuous
barrage making the seething furnace of my loins start to crack, on the very
verge of shattering "Fuck, you're going to make me come like a fire hose if
you don't stop."

   Reluctantly, Mrs Lunsford pulled her head back, winking at me
mischievously as she sluttishly licked up her saliva sopping over my
crimson penis.  Then, flashing me a look smoky with naked lust, she
raunchily whispered, "Sebastian, fuck my face.  I can take it," before
heedlessly plunging her head forward.

   Acting solely on primitive male instinct, I twisted my hands hard in her
hair, pulling her beautiful face close.  Panting, a low, rumbling growl
spilling from my throat, I mercilessly pumped my hips, my entire body
straining toward the hot, teasing stimulation of her mouth.  By now I was
fucking her fervently sucking mouth, pumping her so deep I knew it had to
make her throat ache.  She didn't seem to care, following my silent urging,
spearing her whirring tongue into the tiny slit at every withdrawal,
suctioning her velvety cheeks inwards on every instroke, allowing me to pop
into her windpipe, fondling my balls all the while.  A flush that had been
warming every part of my body suddenly burned higher, as if I were being
tempered in a furnace, my flesh turning into a pool of molten sensation. 
The sensory overload made me loose a hoarse, desperate cry, fists clamping
cruelly in her hair as the last vestige of self-control vanished.  A final
swirl and a deep plunge was all it took.

   "Oh God, Mrs Lunsford!" I cried out, the sun of my world flashing
blindingly bright before imploding, a driving rush inwards followed by a
thunderous explosion, the liquid sensation I had been melting into heating
into cauterizing ecstasy that was streaming outwards in fiery infernos.  I
was all penis and pulsation as I cried out my only love's name, the
floodgates of my balls bursting open and flooding her mouth with hot cream.
It felt as if she had tapped into a secret reservoir of semen in me that
had never been reached before, and now it was ejaculating from my
spasmodically convulsing penis with shocking force that felt as if my whole
body were being siphoned off into her ravening mouth.  She swallowed each
gushing spurt hungrily, taking in all the seed I offered, her determination
to capture every drop of my masculine essence sparking off ever more arcs
of ravishing sensation.  It was a totality of climax I had never
experienced before and I voiced the heaving expansion of the gushing orgasm
in harsh, mindless cries, the firestorms of immolating ecstasy sweeping me
over and over again...

   Normalcy was slow in returning, but when sanity was regained, still
stunned by the raw intensity of the experience, my sense of whereabouts
recovered only gradually.  I found myself slumped weakly against the wall,
my sagging body still innerved with decelerating bliss, my chest heaving
with labored inhalations, my naked body streaming perspiration.  Mrs
Lunsford straddled my legs, her face an image of contentment kissing the
salty sweat off my flushed skin.  When she swiped up a wayward droplet of
semen that she had apparently just noticed had dribbled earlier from the
side of her mouth, licking the white sauce off her fingers as if it were
cake frosting on a beater, I took her shoulders, tilted her head and gave
her a grateful kiss.  She seemed surprised and struggled for a split second
before melting into the soulful kiss.  I could taste the slick saltiness of
the pungent exoticness that was fresh seed still lingering in her mouth,
and as she tenderly rubbed against my slowly deflating penis, her wayward
hands seemingly not able to get enough of my manhood.  I could think about
in my postorgasmic haze was how much I loved this woman, and how I would
never be the same because of it.

   "You don't mind tasting yourself?" Mrs Lunsford breathed after we broke
off the kiss, her liquid eyes wide and wondering.

   "No, baby, I don't mind it all," I said with a chuckle, nuzzling
affectionately into her perfumed hair, thinking if she only knew she'd
never ask.

   "It's just that my husband he ... he never would have allowed me to kiss
him after I ... you know..." her voice trailing off as I discovered a
tender spot behind one of her ears.

   "Never mind about your husband," I whispered, loving the way she went up
on tiptoes when I massaged that special spot.  "I have more pressing
interests at this moment."

   I looked around and was somewhat surprised we were still in the kitchen.
Like everything else in the Lunsford house, it was high-end and high
priced, the gourmet scullery boasting cinerescent granite countertops.  The
biggest slab of high-polished stone topped the central kitchen island ~~
perfect for the idea that had taken root in my mind.  Leaning down to curl
an arm around her knees, I swooped her up (she felt light as a bird) and
set her down on the island.  I saw the coquettish teenager she used to be
when she gave a delighted laugh and reached around to deftly shrug out of
her bra before sitting back topless with her long legs parted invitingly,
eyes twinkling merrily.

   Gazing downwards, I once again feasted on the sensuous sight of her
naked.  Free of clothing, her unfettered breasts swayed, twin orbs full
heavy firm, and so very beautiful.  Mrs Lunsford may have been twice my age
but her breasts were easily the best I had ever beheld.  They bore the
intriguing immaculate white tan lines from the signature triangular outline
of a bikini top that was too small to contain them.  The nipples were
appropriately large and colored a girly pink against her creamy skin.  God,
she was so totally edible that I desperately wanted to suckle upon them
right then and there but I denied myself, remembering what I had read: that
women loved extended foreplay and I was damned determined to give my lady
what she so richly deserved.

   When I bent down, rubbing my lips lightly across hers, she responded by
running her petite hands across my shoulders.  I countered by dipping my
thumb into the hollow of her throat, making her arch her back so that her
breasts thrust themselves up and out toward me, nipples looking as
succulent as a pair of ripe fuchsia berries.  Starting up near her
shoulders, using just my fingertips, I moved slowly, slowly down, gratified
to hear her suck in a deep shuddery breath when my hands found her breasts
and cupped over her pleasingly plump mounds.  When I reached her nipples, I
at first simply flicked then gently caressed the hot, hard nubs with a
tender touch, soft as a butterfly on a peach, but she still gasped
wistfully, her receptive body reacting as if she had been shocked by a jolt
of electricity, shivers of voltaic pleasure rippling over her.  When I
began palming both orbs, discovering their malleable buoyancy, she pressed
herself more firmly into my grip, enjoying my fervent massaging of her
resilient flesh.

   Mrs Lunsfords breath became distinctly ragged and I caught her studying
me when I lifted my head to gaze down at her breasts, watching myself
massage their soft weight as I rolled her tight, sensitive nipples tightly
between thumb and forefinger.  I had been gradually increasing the
squeezing pressure by pulling on her swollen nubs just a little, but then,
without warning, I gave each one a sharp pinch.  At the sharp jolt of
exquisite pain and biting pleasure her pert mouth formed an "O" but no
words came out.  Thrilled to see she enjoyed a little pain mixed with her
pleasure, I caught her "O" in another kiss.  I penetrated her luscious
mouth, taking her sweet kiss and stealing her breath the way she stole mine
with every casual glance.  I had seen her looking at me for so long but
hadn't dared hope it was attraction.  I didn't know how the confident, sexy
Mrs Lunsford could want me but I was determined to fight for her, prove her
wrong.  If I was lucky enough to have attracted her at all, I wanted her to
think long and hard before she tossed me aside.

   Eventually I left her sumptuous mouth to press sucking kisses on her
slender throat and along her delicate shoulders.  When I slipped down her
body, tasting every inch of her I could reach, she anxiously thrust her
breasts toward me again.  I bent down and leaned forward, brushing my lips
teasingly across her right nipple, then her left.  When I flicked out my
slick tongue, warm and wet, and titillated the fleshy buds into taut,
aching points with light, playful licks, she breathily gasped.  That sound
echoed when I closed my lips around one furrowed nubbin and drew the crown
of her full breast into my steamy mouth.  Sucking the distended nipple
slowly before I resumed fluttering my heated tongue over it with circular
laps, branding her.  She made her own mark upon me, the hard little bud
taunting me as I nipped it, rolled it, tugged on it.

   Continuously skimming my fingers down her ribs, I switched breasts with
a wet plop as I left one puffy nipple for the other.  As I suckled
hungrily, I found myself fascinated by the flushed and moist breast I'd
just taken leave of.  Her nipple, firm and pudgy, jutted out audaciously
far.  I drew in loud slurps on her breast as I watched the first one
jiggling and plump mere inches from my wondering eyes.  I was intrigued by
the way the creamy mound rose off her ribcage, the sleek valleys and deep
crevices, the rounded rise crested with her excited girlishly pink peak. 
It enthralled me, egged me on as I feasted upon her, lavishing oral
attention on and nipping the nipple in my mouth until she actually began to
writhe beneath me.  Looking up at her I found her eyes closed and her mouth
open, her breath trembling in soft cries from her kiss-swollen lips.  I
thought I had never seen a more sensual goddess and she was arching madly
between me, pressing her hips upward, brazenly rubbing her mons in a wet
smear against me.  It gave me a heady rush of virile power and masculine
pride.  It dangerously tightened my balls as the seething pressure built
and I very nearly lost it watching her unrestrained pleasure at my hands.

   "You like that?" I asked, nibbling up her neck to her lips.  "What else
would you like, Mrs Lunsford?" She made no response, holding on to me as if
she feared she might fall.  And her breath hitched, her voice little more
than a strangled, wordless cry of assent when I whispered, "What if I want
to taste you, eat you?"

   I feared in her heightened state of arousal she might stymie or stall my
continuing the oral foreplay but she didn't respond at all, still
breathlessly gasping.  My expectation surged when my hand dipped down over
her warm, smooth tummy and discovered her panties had rolled down just
enough that I encountered the damp curls of her pubes just before I found
for the first time her pussy.  As I softly stroked the fleshly contours of
her vagina through the drenched fabric of her lacy panties, caressing
fingers dallying on this most intimate treasure, I knew I wouldn't be able
to resist kissing my way down to the dripping, furry center of her and she
seemed to instinctively respond to my unspoken intentions by pulling my
face closer and silently slipping her tongue deep inside my mouth.

   "I would say that qualifies as a yes," I chuckled, pulling away from her
needy kiss.  "Baby, you're so fucking wet for me."

   It was then I began the journey of erotic discovery of a lifetime,
playfully smooching the underside of her pillowy breasts, slicking my
tongue down over her flexing tummy, munching happily on her adorable belly
button.  My excitement surged when her lithesome thighs parted, a subtle
shifting of her hips making her nuanced invitation to explore her further a
blaring assent of her bawdy need for me to continue downwards.  She started
subtly breathing my name over and over, her mellifluous voice light and
soft as cottonwood fuzz floating in a summer breeze.  Unfortunately, her
thrashing legs were nowhere near as restrained, one particularly boisterous
kick scratching the sharp end of her heel across the small of my back.

   I had been kneeling on the cool marble floor at the edge of the kitchen
island she was sitting upon and decided it was time I go to work on those
black strappy evening shoes before we went any further lest they end up as
lethal weapons.

   "As much as I love the look of your fuck-me pumps, I'm afraid I might
get stabbed by these stilettos." I explained as I tossed each shoe over my
shoulder and was thrilled to see Mrs Lunsford shimmy out of her panties and
spread her legs wide.

   Sinking between her splayed thighs until I was nestled snugly within the
cradle of her hips, I danced my fingers over her pelvic bones, glossing
over her sleekly soft flesh until I was dipping into her exquisitely narrow
navel while I feasted my eyes on the sumptuous delight that was her vagina,
deciding that she should never wear underwear again because it would be a
crime to cover up such a pretty pussy.  My second thought was it certainly
had been a long time since she had been with anyone because the curly pubic
hair had overgrown into a dense, wildly tangled thicket that was as richly
auburn as the hair on her head, and right then that lush scarlet thatch was
wet, no, doused, no, sopping with her need.

   "Oh my God, you're fucking beautiful," I breathed in reverential awe,
gazing adoringly at her luscious labial lips, thick and lush, pouting in
anticipation of a soulful kiss, gaping open to flaunt her succulence
within. "I can't wait to taste you."

   It was true, my mouth literally watering for her, but I knew
anticipation would make the final moment all that much sweeter so I nuzzled
affectionately into her damp lower torso, and when I scraped my teeth on
her tummy, I heard her voice a tiny moan and felt her hands timidly rest on
my shoulders.  Feeling her growing bolder, I mirrored her audacity,
lowering my hands and stroking gently at her slippery-wet thighs,
meandering my way up until I held firmly on to each cushiony cheek of her
lovely ass, savoring their pneumatic qualities.  She mewled softly, every
little whisper of sound going straight to my engorged cock.  When I looked
upwards, I saw her upper arms inadvertently pressing her glorious breasts
together in her now firm holding of my shoulders and I groaned my approval
around a bite of her tender flesh, making her shiver.

   As my fingers crept along the silkiness of her plush ass, sliding down
the smooth cleavage I discovered there, I realized this was what I'd been
waiting for, the culmination of every fantasy I'd thought up, every dream
I'd dreamed.  When I came to the puffy slickness between her creamy thighs,
I quickly brought my hand to the front, spread her lips and plunged not
one, but two fingers deep inside.  Delicate fingers clutched my shoulders
in a death grip, tiny nails cutting deep into my skin.  The sting made my
already oaken cock harder, if that were even possible so I curled my
fingers and pressed that secret spot I had read about, that perfect spot
just past her silky entrance.  She breathily moaned, nectarous juices
flowing freely from her, coating my masturbating hand.

   When I eased out of her greedily-clutching sex, Mrs Lunsford breathed a
sigh of disappointment and longing but I made a show of bringing my fingers
to his mouth, licking off every tasty bit.  "You're so sweet, baby.  Like
honey." Kneeling in front of her, I hooked her legs with his forearms,
spreading her vulnerably open for me.  "I've wanted to drink you for so
long."

   As I settled down and kissed her silky inner thighs, enjoying the sound
of the low lusty sigh of unabashed pleasure escaping from her lips, her
alluringly primal scent called me to taste, and filled me with raunchy
anticipation.  When I closed my teeth on her plump mound, lightly scraping
her pubis, she whimpered and her hands reached upwards from my shoulders to
land on my head, her fingers lingering within my thick hair on my sinking,
bobbing head, urging me further down towards the tempting wonder of her
womanhood.

   Mrs Lunsford was less poetic.  "Eat me, Sebastian," she imperiously
demanded, looking at me with lustful fire in her glinting eyes, guiding me
towards her gaping cunny with blunt urgency.  "Lick me good!"

   I chuckled as she pumped her hips to thrust her wanting pussy toward my
hovering mouth.  Yeah, Mrs Lunsford was definitely a passionate woman who
knew what she wanted and I was more than willing to do what she asked.

   Closely watching my love, determined to let her physical and emotional
reactions be my guide, I gazed directly into her vulva before aiming my
stiffened tongue between the lips.  Her fleecy pubes tickled my nose as I
slowly slid the tip of my tongue into the spicy cleft, spreading her outer
lips with that first instroke until my lips were pressing into the mouth of
her cunny.  Her slick pink folds parted and joyously welcomed my initial
exploration of her inner channel, gooey with her dripping juices.  I
immediately drank up all of the precious nectar within, my actions seeming
to coax out more, thoroughly enjoying her exotically peppery taste.  Her
breathing grew heavier and I felt little tremors within.  "Oh, yes," she
sighed decadently in seemingly happy surprise, threading her fingers in my
ruffled hair.

   Satisfied that I had her complete attention, I settled in for a
delicious dinner, spreading her outer vulval folds gently with my fingers
and taking long, slow laps at her exposed slit, sliding just a touch deeper
between her inner lips with every stroke, thrilling to this delicate
splitting of her labia.  At the same time, Mrs Lunsford, with a
not-so-subtle pressure of her fingers on the back of my head, pushed my
face tighter against her sultry wetness.  We both swooned as I really began
the feast I craved, now spreading the flat of my tongue and giving her a
long, forceful lick all along her warm and juicy split.  When I dipped all
the way down and daringly lapped at the wrinkled depression of her anus
secreted among her fluffy down, cursorily rimming that taboo entrance as I
had been wont to do recently with her sexy son, I was rewarded by a sharp
intake of breath from his horny mom.

   Returning once more to nourish myself on her savory cunny, I was amazed
at the similarities between perform cunnilingus and eating a sun-ripened
peach, noting the resemblance between her juice-drenched flesh and the
fruits consistency, the dense down of her pubes analogous to the peaches'
fuzz.  Of course, the peach didn't squirm around like Mrs Lunsford did,
particularly any time I neared her sensitive clitoris, the pink nub
blatantly swollen and jutting brazenly out of its little protective cloak.
Intentionally avoiding that uniquely feminine organ, I gave her leisurely
strokes that ran from just below the crest of her vagina down to her
adorably tiny anus and back again.  Whenever she picked up my lingual
rhythm, I altered it, sometimes plunging my wriggly tongue deep inside her
steamy passage, prodding and sucking with a zealous urgency, sometimes
leisurely zigzagging my swiping tongue up the crease of her labia, whatever
I thought she needed at that moment.

   "Oh, please, Sebastian," she pleaded on an intake of breath.

   I hated to hear my classy lady beg, even at this impassioned moment, and
immediately gave her what she needed.  Rising up to where the fleshy folds
of her vagina melted together, I took the hard little bud of her clitoris
and sucked ~~ hard.  White-hot lust instantaneously burst through her body
and her shimmying hips jerked upward, pushing her mons up towards my face,
crushing my mouth into the mushy sweetness of her cunny.  Instinctively I
fiercely tongue-whipped the magical bud, felt it pulsing with her sharp,
aching need, so close to the edge she could barely stand it.  A single
sharp nip was all it took.  She clutched my scalp, clapped her spasming
thighs against my head and shuddered violently, her lovely round ass
bouncing up and down.  `God, that's beautiful' I thought in awe as she
convulsed in her orgasmic ecstasy, hearing her cry out her jubilant bliss.
Her girlcum loosed in a fresh flow and as I drank in every spicy droplet it
was all I could do to keep from hopping up and out of the embrace of her
legs and pinning her against the marble as I plunged deep inside her.  But
no, this first time was going to be all about her, not about what I wanted.


   Besides, I already had what I really wanted.  Mrs Lunsford.  No woman
had ever made me feel the way she did.  And as her euphoric paroxysms
peaked then began descending downwards, I wrapped my arms around her shaky,
warm hips and held her lovingly close, knowing with unshakable certainty no
other woman ever would.

   When she had slipped downwards enough from that hypersensitivity that
happens after an explosive climax like that, I decided I wanted to extend
the fun for her, so I resumed tonguing her, gently swabbing over the tender
petals, sucking and kissing the quivering folds until her prolapsing
pleasure plateaued and she began sighing those dreamy sighs once more. 
Determining that she was ready for naughtier stimulation, I decided that my
first rimming of her had been perfunctory at best and she deserved a far
more meticulous effort.  With that in mind, I traced my sponging tongue
down, all the way to her perineum.  Her dainty nether hole beckoned me
lower still and, feeling my lecherous excitement rising, I slipped my hands
once more beneath the pillowy globes of her ass and gave her puckered anal
orifice an assiduous tongue bathing.  I was thrilled to feel that not only
did she not protest at this unmentionable oralism but it aroused her,
quivering from head to toe, desperate for more.

   Leaving one thumb circling over her sensitive sphincter, I rose up once
more to the delta of her loins.  Pushing her limber thighs wide with my
shoulders once more, using my free hand to hold her open to me, I blew a
zephyring breath across her damp, parted pussy and watched felt her
responsive body immediately juice for me.  I returned my eagerly mouth to
her, slurping her honey up as I was gluttonously kissing and sucking her
appetizing sex.  Diving lower to suck noisily at her channel, I ate her
tastiness with gusto, swirling in my tongue for added sensation, tauntingly
rubbing my nose on infrequent occasion on her bud.  Under my hot searing
kisses, her body tensed like a well-strung instrument and I risked a look
upwards to gauge her reactions.  A glance up through her curly tuft
revealed her heaving tummy, her bobbling breasts rising high and proudly
and her lovely, desire-enhanced feminine features.  She was gorgeous, my
own fallen angel.  A wayward lock of auburn hair was dangling in front of
her flushed face, glistening sweat beaded her brow, her nostrils flared and
her glittering eyes were set in a hungry stare upon me.

   "That's it, baby, watch me, watch me eat you."

   Her intense gaze never wavered, watching intently as my head dipped and
weaved between her splayed thighs.  I focused my eyes on her as I thirstily
lapped up her juices.  "You taste so good," I said, sliding my tongue in
swirling circles, mopping up every redolent drop, "so good."

   "French me!" she hissed, punctuating her order with a gyration of her
lower torso.  "French me!"

   Happily obeying my love's heartfelt command, my stiffened tongue drilled
through her lust-soaked vagina, pushing through the engorged labia, which
split apart and seemed to swallow up my churning tongue.  Mrs Lunsford's
immediate gasp grew into a ululating whimper that seemed to spark an
electric jolt in my rampant cock.  Spurred by my own raging horniness as
well as her moans and groans of debauched ecstasy, I continued my ad-libbed
lingual plundering of her succulent pussy.  Using the increasing
undulations of her hips and pelvis as a rough guide, I forced her rolling
rump back down onto the marble as I alternated between sluicing my tongue
inwards with short, shallow strokes and spearing deeply into and out of and
within her gooey wetness.

   Eventually I backed off, my retreat making her mew her honest
disappointment yet still shuddering in her carnal stupor.  She seemed too
dazed to fight my withdrawal and lay breathlessly panting, floating on the
knife-edge of ecstasy, seemingly both overwhelmed by the feelings coursing
through her and yearning for more.  Though she was still being immersed by
the sensations washing through her body, I did not wanting to leave her
bereft for long so I went back to her clit, lazily flicking my tongue
lightly over her swollen clit.  She reacted as if she'd been tasered and it
was easy for me to imagine it sent an electric jolt straight through her
clenching womb.

   While I closed my kissing lips massagingly over her clit, flicking the
fleshy nubbin with featherlight touches utilizing only the very tip of my
dexterous tongue, I slid two fingers down between her trembling thighs,
gliding them through the lubricating juices pouring unchecked from her
weeping pussy.  I thrust those twin digits deep inside her, feeling her
velvety heat greedily clutching the welcome invaders before I slowly
withdrew, spreading her lubricious fluids back, coating her tight, puckered
opening.  Despite all my previous oral foreplay, I felt her flinch in shock
when I pressed a finger against her vulnerable rectum, and I murmured
reassuringly over her clit, my face still buried in the steamy juiciness of
her crotch, "Shhhh, baby.  It's okay.  Just relax, Mrs Lunsford.  Relax and
enjoy it."

   Resuming my voracious feasting upon on her delicious cunny, I slid my
thumb into her drenched vaginal opening beneath my wolfing mouth, loving
the sensation as her internal walls clenched down on it.  At the same time,
I swirled my finger lower, gently pressuring her reluctant anus with my
seductively insistent touch, relaxing the hesitant muscles I found there. A
groan escaped as I breached her, the tight ring contracting around my
finger, and I knew from personal experience she would find the wickedly
sexy sensations incredible, unfamiliar and dizzying.  She panted, her hands
fisting in my tousled hair, tugging my gobbling mouth tight against her,
gasping as I plunged both finger and thumb into her dually penetrated
orifices.

   "Do you like that?" I asked as I slipped a second finger inside her
wonderfully accommodating rear hole.

   "Mmmm," she moaned wantonly.

   "Do you want more?"

   "Yes, oh yes."

   I had been lashing my tongue back and forth over the very tip of her
clitoris, but when I began toggling her plump button back and forth, that
really worked her up, making her whimper and thrash beneath my mouth's
lascivious attentions.  Pushing her thighs wider, I sank his finger deep
into her rectum and closed my suckling lips rhythmically around her clit,
suckling it greedily as she pushed my head against her, wanting more,
wanting everything...

   "Oh God!" she cried, writhing and mewling, but each time she came too
close to her rapturous crisis, I backed off and tried a different technique
to orally tempt and thrill her until that new method made her burn to
near-release.  She couldn't make my torturous pleasuring of her stop.  She
bucked her hips, lifted, arched, twisted, anything to make me finally bring
her off.  She couldn't stand it.

   "Sebastian.  Now."

   Acceding to her needs, I crashed my lips down on her clitoris, nibbling
and sucking that enlarged nub like there was no tomorrow, my tongue
swirling around her straining pearl.  When I flattened my tongue on it and
rubbed with firm, quick strokes, she responded with a wild cry and went
crazy.  I could almost feel the cauterizing fire roaring along her veins as
she bucked her swiveling hips upward, forcing my probing finger even deeper
into her, pushing in and out of her desire-heated ass, sodomizing her.  A
string of insensate vowels and consonants escaped her lips as she thrashed
against the marble countertop.  After that I couldn't hear much else,
because my lover pressed her supple thighs tightly to my ears as her
humping became a desperate, demanding action designed to meet each rapid
thrust of my working tongue as the incendiary tension inside her exploded
into fulminating bliss.

   Though Mrs Lunsford had succumbed to her savage climax, making my cock
throb with vicious need as she gasped out my name over and over again, I
refused to show her pity, keeping up my merciless assault on her reeling
senses.  As I ruthlessly continued lashingly tonguing her defenseless clit,
feeling the tiny organ throbbing with raw sensation, she aggressively
grabbed at my hair, pulling sharply, sharp fingernails digging deep into my
scalp.  She was completely in control, holding me there while she violently
rocked her hips against my uptilted face to intensify the narcotic friction
of her pussy rubbing against my pillorying tongue, bucking hard into my
warm, wet mouth as she peaked again and again, her dazzlingly expressive
eyes fixed upon mine, showing me the waves of aqueous pleasure washing over
her.  Then she arched impossibly high, screaming almost deafeningly loud
and I was treasured to witness the black behind her eyes splinter into
burning shards of luminous light and recalescent heat.  Her bliss-tormented
pussy clenched and spurted creamy gushes of syrupy girlcum that made
everything ~~ her labia, my lips and chin, my fingers plundering her
backdoor ~~ all sloppy-wet and gooey, a spicy mess I lapped up hungrily
until the seismic shudders wracking her body began to subside.

   Still suspended somewhere between ecstasy and reality by the shattering
force of her rampageous climax, a panting Mrs Lunsford abruptly collapsed,
her sexy body going entirely limp, wilting like an overheated hothouse
flower.  Her slackened thigh muscles released me as her long legs fell open
and though I had released the suction on her clitoris before she had come
down, knowing that stimulation on the molten core of her sex would be
agony, I only retreated bit by bit from her swollen and tender pussy,
sucking and flicking the succulent pink flesh.  I couldn't resist
thoroughly cleansing up those delightfully tangy juices that clung to every
delicate membrane of her cunny like a sugary glaze.

   Besides the sounds of my leisurely licking were Mrs Lunsford's soft
whimperings and murmurings until, eventually, as my tongue continued to
soothingly stroke and lave her pretty pussy, her breathing became heavy and
her voice husky as she dreamily sighed.

   I pulled back and studied her.  "Are you okay?"

   She smiled beautifully, still dazed.  "I've never been better.  That was
amazing, Sebastian.  You're amazing."

   Without warning I bent and she gasped and her body trembled as I slid my
arms around her curvaceous torso, heaving her up off the marble countertop
and to her bare feet.  Turning us both so her back was against the wall, I
reached out and ran my hands adoringly over her cherubic cheeks, down her
pretty face, down her slender neck and across her collarbone.  She was
murmuring and sighing as my rough, calloused hands stroked the sweet
silkiness of her skin.  "You are so soft, baby," I murmured as I bent down
and began to teasingly nibble at the pulse point of her neck, speaking the
words that came to my mind as I ground himself against her.  "So sexy soft.
It feels so good to have a real woman in my grasp.  A full, ripe woman with
soft, sensuous curves on her frame.  A woman with the body of a goddess."

   A dark flash shimmered in Mrs Lunsford's eyes and suddenly I couldn't
breathe, she was kissing me so hard, her naughty hands everywhere at once.
I let my own hands cup her full breasts, kneading her pillowy flesh until
her nipples peaked in response.  When I began rubbing those chubby nubbins,
she groaned and arched her back, pushing the bobbling orbs against my
massaging fingers.  It was only too easy to lower my face and suck on each
plump bud in turn, slurping and tonguing her.  In response her fingers
gripped my head as she continued pressing herself forward, burying my face
in those generously large, fleshy mounds.  Acting as if my caressing mouth
was an electric current, her knees actually went weak and she sagged weakly
against me as if she had been drugged with the pleasure of her resurgent
passion.

   It went on for a long time like that, Mrs Lunsford tugging on my hair to
draw me back upwards and resumed our soulfully kissing and daringly
touching, our hot mouths melding, but all the while I was extremely aware
of my hard cock, spasmodically twitching with a seeming life of its own,
trapped between our slick bellies and her juicy cunny crushing against my
thigh.  I had been leisurely trailing my hand along the small of her back
but I was astonished to feel her suddenly grasp my wrist and boldly guide
my hand down to her needy pussy.  I wasn't terribly surprised to feel the
wetness pooling there, her cream seeping down her naked flesh

   "You're so ready, so wet," I breathed as I drew away from her heaving
bosom to gaze down at her sopping cunny.  Despite all my previous
cleansing, the crimson curls of her pubic hair were completely matted with
her abundant intimate fluids and the image of her raw sexuality made me
crazy with longing.  The perfect body, the perfect woman.

   "I know.  This is what you do to me.  All day and all night I have been
thinking of this.  Thinking of your big cock sliding deep into me." She
abruptly pushed my hand away from her pussy and reached down to touch me,
brashly seizing upon my blatantly jutting erection.  I moaned, feeling
myself throb like steel heat in her petite hand.  "You're making me so hot
that I'm practically ready to come just from this alone."

   "We can't have that," I replied, watching as she spread her legs wide
and pressed me against her pussy, right there, the place where she knew I
could slide inside.  She brought her mouth to mine for another sultry kiss
as she brought the purplish knob upwards and let my pulsating erection run
roughshod over her sensitive clit.  Tiny utterances escaped her throat and
I could tell by the way her tender bud swelled that she was already on the
verge of either exploding or bursting into song or both.  She pulled back
from the kiss and the intensity of raw desire in her glittering eyes made
my heart skip a beat.  This was a sensual woman who needed some good,
old-fashioned hard and hot sex, the mere closeness of my erect penis
bringing torrents of liquid surging from her clenching vagina.  All the
pent-up frustrations she had endured in the those bitter years of widowhood
rose to the surface and now all she wanted, no, needed was cock that knew
no limits but the rapacity of its own lust.

   Snaking my arms around her voluptuous curves once more, I hoisted her
easily, lifting her hungrily opening thighs around my waist.  As I held her
aloft, I watched the creamy softness of her arms and breasts ripple and
shimmy, Mrs Lunsford clearly loving the feeling of being held up and
supported by my hands.  It was a beautiful, erotic sight that had my aching
penis growing more desperate by the moment to be inside her pussy now
weeping in joyous expectation.

   "I've never done it standing up before, with my back against a wall,"
she whispered, her face buried in the crook of my neck, her tongue darting
out to lap up the salty tang of my naked skin.  "For all of his enthusiasm,
Karl was never very adventurous..."

   There was a twinge of guilt in her voice, and I was brought to a
standstill, thinking the moment had been ruined.  But then a remarkable
thing happened.  Mrs Lunsford once more reached down to grip my spearing
shaft and in mere seconds my crown was enveloped by her dewy nether lips
but not yet by her love hole.  Then, clinging tightly to me, she began
rocking her agile hips, squeezing her silken pussy around just the bulging
head.  In mere moments she became near frantic, mewling like a cat in heat
as she was nipping and kissing all over my bare chest, setting my skin
aflame with her fingers, lips and tongue.  The unbridled intensity of her
reemergent lust was exhilarating and even a little astonishing.  Her naked
aggression stirred my own deeply rooted animalistically sexual instincts
and I decided that all the emotional baggage she was dealing with was a
small price to pay for the glory of being with a sexually mature woman.

   Mrs Lunsfords hands had dropped away from my beefy shaft and were now
running down over my back, working in concert with her legs wrapped around
my waist to try to pull me into her.  I took those hands and pinned them in
place with one hand above her head.  Puzzled, she looked up at me, that
quizzical look turning to one of delighted rapture when I slipped right
inside her wet, hot pussy with ease.  Her resilient inner muscles stretched
eagerly to accommodate my sizable girth and then snapped shut when the
ductile labia had cleared the bottom ridge of the bulbous glans, she cried
out her joy of being filled, a loud cry that echoed in my ears.

   "It's okay." I kissed her flushed cheek, but I didn't stop, piercing her
succulent pussy with the tip of my cock as I slowly eased her downwards,
sinking her upon my rampant rod, filling her more and more.  The erotic
intensity of having my cock invading her senses made her quickly become
entranced with the assaulting pressure that she could barely stand, licking
her pouty lips and voicing tremulous moans from somewhere deep in her
being. Letting her wrists go, I brought one of her hands down between us to
where I was stretching her open so wide, letting her fingers explore,
touching the place where I was going into her with wonder and awe, watching
her face rejoice at the sweet reality that I was inside her.  At that
moment I saw her eyes darken with her libidinous lust.  No one had ever
looked at me that way before.  How perfectly delicious.

   "God, Mrs Lunsford!" leaning my head close to hers, capturing her
sensuous lips in a kiss.  She wiggled her hips slightly as we Frenched,
allowing me to delighted in the wonderful feel of the wet crush of her
heavenly heat on my thick shaft.  Her happy pussy had begun to throb,
dripping with her sweet cream.  "You're so tight!"

   "I must have been a very good girl at some point to deserve something
like this," she breathed, indulging in a dreamy sigh.  Her inner channel
was trembling its decadent delectation as I continued to slowly sheathe
myself inside her, easing her slowly to give her delicate insides a chance
to stretch enough to accept me.  The last thing on this earth I wanted to
do was hurt her but I was determined for her to take every inch of me, even
if I had to drill it in.  "Does it feel good for you?"

   "Oh yeah," I groaned, luxuriating in the salacious feel of her pampered
pussy wrapped around my aching cock.  She was only about a third of the way
down but the debauched feeling was so incredibly good I had to struggle to
maintain control, barely staving off a premature eruption.  I wanted to
enjoy this impassioned lovemaking for as long as humanly possible.  There
was something about the experience of making vertical love with my true
love that seemed surreal.  The intermingling of hot sex and true intimacy
was so intensely, sublimely erotic.  I felt I was on the brink of something
spectacular, something indefinable but very very real.

   "Give it to me, Sebastian," Mrs Lunsford whispered through a shuddering
breath.  "Now.  All of it.  All of you.  Please don't make me wait." She
shifted her hips, futilely trying to seat herself.

   Given free rein, I pulled her hips down and plunged into her with a low,
bestial grunt, using the leverage of my strong thighs to shove my thickly
swollen cock deep into her gooey depths, skewering her to the very hilt on
a single smoothly driving stroke that reached bottom.  She let loose a
protracted cry in her agonized ecstasy, her head snapping back, every nerve
in her body singing with jubilation beyond measure as my huge erection
filled her completely.  I could sense the long-neglected places deep inside
her coming boldly alive at my penetrative touch.  Despite her vagina's
petite size, my fully-engorged penis seemed to fit her luscious pussy
perfectly, the honey-drenched inner membranes pulsing with radiant heat as
they rejoicingly clutched my burly shaft.

   Looking at my love's pretty face, though, contorted as it was with the
intensity of feelings she was overwhelmed with, I grew genuinely concerned.
"I'm sorry, Mrs Lunsford.  I didn't mean to be so rough.  Did I hurt you?"

   With her head still back, she was dazedly peering at the ceiling, an odd
expression drifting over her.  "Sebastian, I've never felt better in my
entire life." There was no denying the intoxicating appeal of holding the
woman of my dreams aloft, her buttery-smooth legs wrapped around my narrow
waist in a powerful grip.  Flexing my thigh muscles, I tried swiveling my
hips and was rewarded with a coo from her lips and to feel her pussy
pulsing inside.  I started moving inside her, at first, sliding in slowly
and out of her, her curved hips matching a slow, seductive sway she seemed
to enjoy the most.  The groovy shimmy I was engaged in seemed to maximize
the thick friction filling her and making her seemingly her mindless as she
clung possessively to me while I rocked in and out.

   One of the benefits of this slow-motion undulation, besides the main one
of drowning in the liquescence of her hot, slick pussy clamped around my
rolling cock, was it made her beautiful breasts bounce.  Her plumpened
nipples looked like exquisite dew-topped berries and I knew from previous
that they tasted just as delicious as they looked so I leaned over, my
nimble tongue catching one of the taut buds.  I drew the fleshy nubbin into
my mouth to restake my claim upon it, sucking hard enough to make her
squirm with wanton delight and tip her head back to babble incoherently. 
But when I clamped my nipping teeth on her mouthed nipple and impudently
tugged, her prattling fell silent, her eyelids fluttered shut and she let
go of one of my shoulders, skirting her hand up the nape of my neck and
into my hair, fisting it as I nursed at her breast.

   Trying a new tactic, I travelled my hands travelled from Mrs Lunsford's
tapered waist and down under her writhing frame to her infinitely
squeezable butt and dug my fingers into that luscious little ass of hers to
fondle generous fistfuls, feeling those hidden muscles flexing in her
libidinous exertions.  The unexpected consequence was she slipped away from
me a little, the rubbery tip slipping from my lips.  In my disappointment,
I looked downward with a mind to change handholds and was stopped short.  I
saw for the first time my beefy cock plunging in and out of her succulence,
looking for all the world like a wide, well-lubricated piston with her
glossy pussy petals surrounding me.

   A surge of lascivious desire sparkled through me at the infinitely
erotic sight and I hooked her kicking legs and began plowing into her,
ramming my cock up into her over and over.  I looked down, found Mrs
Lunsford had opened her eyes, but instead of meeting a dreamy gaze as I
expected, they glittered as she fixated her gaze on the joining of our
bodies, the image of her ripe labia parting as my meaty rod cleaved a path
through them equally entrancing to her as well.

   She was also obviously intrigued by the way the hard plane of my pubic
bone teased her swollen clit, rubbing enticingly back and forth across it
as my thrusts gradually grew faster, harder.  She arched further away from
me, forcing her rising mons even tighter against my groin, her obvious
desire making my hunger flashfire along my veins.  Her head nodded limply
with the resounding force of my intensifying thrusts and I could see her
letting herself relish the sensation, working in unison with me.  Equals,
neither subordinate nor dominant, a pair of true lovers.

   "Tell me," I gritted between clenched teeth, my voice so husky it was
almost a growl.  "Tell me you want this."

   At my words, and more importantly the significance of the meaning behind
them, I could feel the simmering tension in her pussy ratchet up to a
blinding peak.  Distantly, I realized her nails were scraping his back, but
the only thing that mattered to were the words she said in her voice, high
and breathless, between her panting and moaning.  "Oh God, yes!"

   "Tell me this isn't a mistake." I moved faster inside her, pulling tight
against her and burying deep inside her as our heaving hips ground together
like we were fused as one being.  She zestily met my pounding thrusts and I
was amazed by how strong her thighs seemed to be.  I still had a hold on
her lower ass and her haunches to help guide our up-down pace.  Not that
she needed any help ~~ she'd made that clear from the beginning ~~ but the
effects of our torrid lovemaking were evident in her plush lips parting,
her eyes hooding as she increased the velocity our lovemaking rhythm.  Her
nails were now digging deep into the skin of my shoulder blades but I
didn't care.  I needed to hear it from her lips.  "Tell me that you won't
regret this ten minutes from now, or an hour, or next week, or ever again."


   "It...it isn't a mistake.  It's real"

   At that, her juices surged, bathing my sluicing cock and I could feel
the first quivering of her orgasm in her canal fluttering around my delving
shaft, then her gooey hole tightly constricted, her cunny muscles
voraciously clenching down upon me, milking me.  Knowing that she was about
to come I rammed into her, feeling like a fierce young buck reveling in my
ability to drive this precious woman of mine to unknown heights of ecstasy.
Now it was her heels that were digging into my ass as her pleasure-immersed
body flailed and she began spasming in rippling waves of the sweetest
pleasure.  As her euphoric paroxysms peaked, I caught her face in my hands
and kissed her.  I pried open her mouth with my tongue and tasted her
deeply, swallowing up her wild cries of elation and joy.  I felt like a
condemned man getting my last meal, kissing her with all the heart-felt
passion I could muster.  Trying desperately to show her just how much I
wanted her, to show her just how much I needed her and show her how much I
loved her.  All in that kiss.

   Still steely-hard, I continued driving my churning hips upward into her
convulsing pussy, hammering balls deep, punctuating each lunge with an
accentuating twist and thrust designed to send Mrs Lunsford's senses
reeling.  Her creamy girlcum was now streaming down both my thighs and hers
and she was whimpering and mewling continuously as her long-repressed
sexual needs bubbled to the surface.

   "Tell me to fuck you." I barely recognized my own voice, the groans I
had been issuing at the climax of every deepstroke into her becoming
near-growls, fierce and harsh.

   Mrs Lunsford gasped, her hitching breath hot over my face.  She kissed
me, sucking my tongue, making me moan and press into her deep.  Then she
broke off the frenching kiss, raked her teeth down the side of my neck, and
began to whisper frantically, "I love feeling your big cock splitting me
open.  No one, no one, has ever reached so far inside me or filled me so
completely.  Fuck me, Sebastian.  Please, please fuck me!  Fuck me as hard
as you want, Sebastian, as deep, as fast..."

   The raw, soulful lust in her voice made me start to hammer into her now,
sledging into her with a primal frenzy that I knew I was unable to stop,
unable to control.  But what I could do was pleasure her as well so, using
a strength born of animal desire, I kept her hoisted up with one arm while
I used my free hand to reach between our roiling hips and pressed my thumb
against her puffy clit.  The response was immediate and powerful.  She let
out a shriek as the tiny button pulsed wildly and she clawed wildly at my
shoulders for purchase as another orgasmic explosion crashed down on her,
drowning her in aqueous bliss.

   "Yes.  Yes!  Please!," Mrs Lunsford sobbed in her elation.  "Please keep
fucking me so good..."

   Feeling my true love's rapture and her insatiable need for more taking
me to places I couldn't have imagined and made my cock swell impossibly
more inside her, stretching her wide, plundering her most private flesh
with single-minded urgency.  I worked my whole body against her, never
forgetting to flatten my fingers above her unhooded clit, shoving her nerve
nexus against my rough-pumping cock with each stroke as I sank home again
and again.  Her climaxes were coming fast and furious in an erotic chain
reaction, her pussy clenching me with those telltale tight, wringing
squeezes, as she bucked like a wild mare, her voluptuous body blushed and
sheening, her vaginal juices flowing in a river of joy.

   I was close, so close ~~ the agonizing tension making me grab her
cushiony ass in a near death grip, made my fingers digging painfully into
her tender cheeks, made my lungs burn with fire and my veins run raw,
tortured muscles screaming as I pushed myself in to the root with every
blisteringly hard stroke.  Then her voice was in my ear.  "Fuck me,
Sebastian," she managed to breathe out.  "Fuck your woman.  Give me your
cum."

   I felt something in my body respond to her selfless love, finally
letting go.  A dazzling brightness burst behind my eyes and the tension
that had been building so relentlessly ignited and shattered into deep,
molten waves, a flashfire that cauterized every nerve and cell within a
cascade of fiery bliss.  I roared out her name and felt my body completely
engulfed in a series of cataclysmic convulsions mirroring the pulses of
thick burning liquid spurting hard enough for her to feel deep in her
molten core.  I felt her clinging to me but when another lightning strike
orgasm flashed through her, clenching her passage tight around my shaft
shooting deep into her womb, she possessively grabbed me with her pussy,
squeezing me tight, marking me as her own.  I was immediately lost in a
tumultuous sea of feelings too exquisite to describe and began to sob,
dropping my head to her shoulder, leaning against her even as I held her
aloft.

   Once my brain cells came fully alive again and I found Mrs Lunsford had
tenderly wrapped her arms around my neck and was holding me there, allowing
out thundering heartbeats to slowly ease, I felt certain that nothing could
ever top the glorious splendor of what we had shared.  And, if I had had
the choice, I would have eagerly traded living in this precious moment for
a few minutes more than an eternity without her.

   "Are you okay?" She touched my cheek, affectionately stroking my hair.

   I nodded, snuggling closer to her.  "I have never felt so okay in my
whole life."

   Patient Reader

   I really wanted to put the "morning after" in right here.  Our two
characters have a lot to discuss and I will not be skimping out on the
emotional aftereffects of what has just happened here.  This is not a
stroke story and I want the characters arc and development to be just as
compelling as the naughty bits *Ok, that sounds cliched even to me.  But it
has the additional benefit of being true*

   That all being said, when I started to outline the conversation, it felt
just like what I'm writing now - an add-on.  It doesn't deserve that - that
sharing of emotions and viewpoints deserves to be highlighted by itself. 
Of course that's going to present its own challenges but thats my problem,
not yours.

   A few quick points that my lovely proofreader/editor/voice 'o' reason
has shared with me.

   1) Not plausible that Sebastian would perform as well as he has for his
first time.

   That is true, but plausibility has a different standard in the
erotica/porn world.  This wasn't written as a virgin story.  Besides, he's
banging Ethan on the side.  Which leads us to..

   2) How can you have Sebastian pledging his undying love to Mrs Lunsford
when he's sexing it up with her son?

   Sebastian happens to be a master of compartmentalizing.  Ok, there's
that but there are also certain themes I'm trying to thread here that
haven't been spotlighted (though they have been hinted at) and all that
will become evident in later chapters.  If you stick around.  Which I
really hope you do.
   Thoughts, comments, criticisms, whatever - ShadesOfExtasy@Hotmail.com.