College Pussy Ch. 11

Leah was nowhere to be found when I awoke the morning after her introduction and sexual escapades with Mark and Steve. Not that I particularly cared, but I came to the realization that I might have pushed her a little too far last night, and she might be done with me, Kelly and all of it. Well, probably not, given that she had an insatiable appetite for sex that had been unleashed.

Where to go from here was going to depend on her. Probably a little time to think would do both of us some good. Time to let her make the next move if there was to be one. I still had to make plans with Larry, Kelly and Kim for this weekend, and it was already Wednesday. Surely, Larry could come up with something good again. I was actually looking forward to spending some more time with Kim. She really seemed to know how to have some fun for a couple days and then let it go. I hadn't heard a peep from her since she left on Sunday.

My workday was interrupted about noon when the mail arrived. Everything for me was work-related except for a single white envelope that did not have a return address. Inside was a note from, of all people, Helen. She must have done some creative research in Omaha to find the name of my company. The note read:

"I know we just had something casual and I said I would leave it to you to extend this, but I must see you. Please. I need you. Please call me, I can meet you wherever you want." Underneath was her phone number, the same one she had given me in Omaha right before the glorious blowjob I received as a parting gift.

I knew I needed to let this go, but part of me just couldn't. I didn't even know where I stood with Leah, yet the fascination of doing her mother again was just something that I couldn't pass up. I picked up the phone and dialed the number. When she answered, I bluntly said, "If you really want to go ahead with this, you must meet me tonight." Before she had a chance to speak, I continued. "You must immediately call the Terrace Hotel in Belleville, across the river in Illinois, and make a reservation for tonight. I will call you back at 5:00 p.m. to get the room number. You will be there by then, with some wine and that slinky little negligee you had in Omaha. We'll be done by nine so you can tell your precious little husband when he can expect you home. If you don't answer the phone at 5:00, we're done. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she barely whispered. Not wanting to hear her babble on, I quickly hung up the phone. I still had the power so might as well use it.

Leaving the office early to avoid the traffic, I was into Bellville and 5 minutes from the hotel when I called her at 5:00 p.m. "What's the room number?"

"618," was her reply. Again I hung up. I didn't even want to give her a hint that I would be arriving so soon. I was amped and ready for her. With her, I knew it would just be some straight, good, hard fucking for a few hours. No drama or bullshit afterward. Well, at least none that I had to take. Surely, she had figured this out by now.

Knocking on the door, I was quickly greeted to the sight of her buoyant breasts straining against the thin fabric of her nighty. "Thank you for coming," she said as she opened the door and let me in. I observed three bottles of wine chilling in a bucket she must have brought to the room. One was nearly 2/3 empty so she must have arrived early to ensure she had enough liquid courage.

Kicking off my shoes, I relaxed in one of the comfy chairs while she poured me a wine. "So how have you been?" I asked, not wanting to be a total jackass.

"Good. Good," she lied while looking down as she walked toward me with my glass of wine. When she handed it to me, I grabbed her wrist so that she would look at me. Tears where in her eyes that could not disguise her deceptive answer. "I'm sorry," she blubbered. "Since we left Omaha, I just can't stop thinking about you. I mope around the house and my husband doesn't even notice. My daughter comes home on the weekend and I can barely carry on a conversation with her. She seems like she's in another world, spending all of her time in her room. I must sound so pathetic. Why did you even come, you don't need me?" She was almost trembling. I felt sorry for her; well almost.

Draining the small glass she had given me, I stood up and said to her, "Need you, you're right I don't. But want you, that's why I'm here. Everybody deserves some good times, and I have those with you. Your husband is a fool to turn you down. More for me though." Taking her in my arms, I kissed her hard as my hands moved swiftly down her backside to cup her bare ass. She returned my kiss feverently, trying to suck my tongue down her throat as she caressed my head with her hands. Her chest heaved against me. She was ready to fuck and so was I.

Wasting no time, I released our kiss so that I could quickly undress myself. She attacked the buttons on my shirt with her fingers while I unbuckled my pants and yanked them down with my boxers. After she pulled off my shirt, I grabbed the bottom of her nighty to fling it off of her and expose her naked charms. Her big, beautiful breasts bounced in front of me, nipples hardened by her obvious arousal. I was in no mood for extended foreplay and was ready to fuck. I gently eased her down on the bed as I towered over her.

Checking her briefly for wetness between her legs, I spread her legs wide and speared her with my stiff erection, driving myself fully into her with a few ragged thrusts. She gasped and moaned in pleasure as I began fucking her with smooth strokes. I clamped down on one of her nipples with my mouth as I thrust in and out of her. For an older lady, Helen was holding her own and fucking me right back. I could sure see where Leah inherited her fucking prowess from. Her mother was certainly a tiger in the sack.

Helen flooded me with her juices as she climaxed against me. I was close myself, but did not want to come so soon, so I withdrew myself and moved down to taste her pretty pussy. Her juices were all over the place and her clit was poking out and throbbing. She quickly climaxed again as I ate her out, laying her hands softly on top of my head to urge me on. I sucked on her clit for a few more minutes and brought her to another earth-shattering orgasm before pulling myself away to get back to my own pleasuring.

Laying down on the bed, I motioned for Helen to climb on to me. When she had recovered from her orgasm, she climbed on and mounted me, driving herself down to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Her pussy felt so good around my cock and she was doing most of the work bouncing on top of my dick as her big breasts swayed before me. Looking to be a little naughty, I began slightly slapping her breasts as they bounced in front of me, causing Helen to mew in delight. Sensing she was into this, I began to slap them a little harder, then grabbed her taut nipples and pulled on them. She certainly didn't object to my rough play and it seemed to spur her on as much as me. I began slamming myself up to meet her thrusts, knowing I was close to my first orgasm of the night. I grabbed her hips and began pounding her viciously, finally releasing my juices deep inside her. She orgasmed with me, then fell against me, completely drained by our fuckfest. I gently thrusted several times to finish myself, then allowed my wilting cock to escape her love tunnel. What a great piece of ass!!

Helen's breathing finally returned to somewhat normal and she said, "God, did I need that. Thank you so much."

"Thank you," I replied as I gently stroked her. Curious as to whether she had noticed a recent change in Leah, I prodded her further on her home life the last two weeks since we had left Omaha. "So, pretty rough going at home, huh?"

She started to tear up as she explained her troubles. "My husband, Bob, has just been so distant, like he doesn't even notice me. He hasn't even tried to touch me in the past couple months. It used to be that my trips three or four times a year away were enough, but since I shared that week with you, I just need so much more. You really touched something in me."

"No offense, but why put up with him if he's going to be that way," I asked.

"We've been together too long. Our youngest daughter, Leah, is in college in town but still comes home every weekend. She's been more distant lately, and if I broke up our home, I don't know what she'd do. She's such a shy, innocent thing, I feel as if I have to protect her until she finally breaks free, whenever that is."

I couldn't help but mile at the thought that I had broken such a shy, innocent thing. Luckily, Helen wasn't looking at my face, I was surely a dead give-away. "How old is she? Does she have friends? Maybe you should get her out more?"

Helen responded, "She's nineteen, but acts like she's sixteen. I don't even think she's ever been on a date. She's a good girl that comes home so she can go to church every Sunday. She has a roommate who's been to the house a few times, she's a wild thing. I'm glad Leah doesn't hang out with her more, no telling what she would get into."

Figuring I would have to broach this was either Helen or Leah sooner or later, I looked at Helen and said, "Did you say Kelly and Leah. That's funny. I told you I just got divorced and I moved over by some campus apartments in the middle of town. Kentwood Place is the name. I live across the breezeway from these two girls I met once or twice and they're named Kelly and Leah. Leah's about 5'5" and Kelly's taller, like 5'10" or so."

I tried to keep from smiling or laughing as Helen looked up at me in horror. "Oh my god, you live across from my daughter!! You've met her." I thought she was going to start hyperventilating. "You can't tell her about us, she would just die if she knew. Please. Oh god, how can this be happening," she said as she began sobbing.

Comforting her as best I could, I said, "Hey, I won't say anything. Why would I? Small world, isn't it. Come to think of it, I could see her as your daughter. She is very polite, kinda quiet. That Kelly though, she is something else."

Helen continued sobbing, then finally caught her breath and whispered, "Please, please. You can never let her know. I'll do anything. Oh, please."

"Hmmm, anything. Don't tempt me now, I already said I wouldn't say anything," I said as I stroked her breasts. "Remember what happened the last time you said that," referring to the night in Omaha when I had taken her anal virginity. "It'll be hard for me to top that."

"I don't care what I have to do, I'm yours," she replied, as she moved her hand down to fondle my rising cock.

"I guess you could start now by blowing me. Right now," I said with a little more force than usual.

Helen immediately scooted down to take my cock in her mouth as I lay on the bed. Of all the girls and ladies I'd gotten the chance to fool around with in the last few weeks, she was hands down the best cocksucker of the bunch. She swirled her tongue around the head of my dick like a pro and alternated between this and deep throating me. There's certainly something to be said about experience, I thought to myself as my cock rose to hardness once again between her lips.

"That's it. You give great head. Suck my dick, baby, suck it hard," I said as I urged her on. As she blew me, I reached for her ass, scooting it closer to me. Taking the hint, she shifted herself closer to me so that I had easy access to her pussy. She was still dripping from our earlier encounter and I moistened a couple of fingers by dipping myself into her wetness. When I was wet enough, I slid my fingers to her ass and began probing her anal opening, prying first one and then two fingers into her sphincter. Her moans were muffled with my cock in her mouth, but she seemed to be enjoying my anal probe more than her first time two weeks earlier.

"Get me nice and hard so I can fuck that tight ass of yours again. I'm going to ream your ass and split you in two," I said as I began slapping her ass. She tried to mumble something, but I put my hand on her head to keep her in place slurping on my dick.

After another minute or two, I pulled her from me and ordered her to get on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. When she was set, I positioned myself behind her on the bed and lined my stiff member up with the opening to her ass. "This is gonna be so good, Helen, just relax," I said as I sank myself into her. Even though she was whimpering, she took it all in until I hit bottom. "Oh, you sweet hot mama, I'm ready to tear you up."

I began a slow, steady rhythm as I moved in and out of her ass. "Tell me how it feels, you love it don't you. Tell me how you love it."

Whether she was telling the truth or not, Helen did respond, "OOOOhhhh god, ohhhh. I love it when you fuck my ass. Fuck me harder, pleeeaaaassssee!!!. UUUhhhhh, oh fuck."

I loved dirty talk and it spurred me on even more. As I continued to fuck her in the backside, I reached around with my right hand and touched her clit, causing her to cum almost immediately. She seemed to start a series of endless mini-orgasms as I kept the pressure on her clit as I banged her from behind. Even though I had cum less than an hour earlier, the fact that I was banging Helen's ass, just like I had done with Leah the night before, had me ready to blow again and I could not hold back as I dumped another load, albeit smaller than the first, into Helen's ass. I was spent.

After catching my breath, I pulled away from Helen and she just slumped onto the bed. I went into the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower to clean my dick and take care of the sweat that had built during the last hour or so. When I was done, I went out and dressed while Helen lay on the bed, curled up like a baby. When I was dressed and ready to go, I said to Helen, "It was fun, thanks. If you want to see me again, you must meet in the lounge of the Harley Hotel in St. Charles next Tuesday night at 8:00 p.m. You will need to tell your husband something, because you won't be home til late, if at all. I'll take care of the details. All you need to do is bring yourself, and a bikini. A string bikini that leaves little to the imagination." She looked up at me and I said firmly, "Are you going to be there or is this it for us?"

She nodded her head yes and whispered lightly, "Next Tuesday at 8:00. I'll be there." _______________________

I hit a bar on the way home for a couple of drinks and some dinner and was home by 10:00 that night. I needed to rest up for the weekend with Larry, Kelly and more importantly Kim that would be starting in less than 48 hours. I was just about to nod off on the couch when I heard a light tap on the door. When I went to open it, there was Leah, standing there in a pair of sweatpants and a long T-shirt. "I need to talk to you," she said.

Hoping to stave off a bitch-fit, I looked at her and said politely, "Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you today. I want to apologize for last night. I think I went too far with you. I really put you on the spot and I am sorry."

I don't think she expected this because she couldn't find anything to say in response. Finally, she said, "Well thank you for your apology. I should apologize too. I shouldn't have doing that with Kelly before you came in on us last night. But you shouldn't have made me be with those other guys. I, I feel so dirty now."

"That's all my fault," I said. "I forced you into that. That was wrong of me and I ask for your forgiveness."

She looked at me again, near speech-less. "Well, allright. Can we just forget the whole thing for now."

"Forgotten. Look, I was about to go to bed. Do you want to stay over. We can just sleep. I like holding you at night. Well, I like the other stuff too, but I think we could both use a little break from that."

"Uh, yeah that sounds nice. That sounds really nice," she said as she looked at me in this lovey-dovey sort of high schoolish way. I leaned in to give her a long, gentle kiss and she responded in kind. I then shut the door and we made our way to the bed to snuggle in for the night.

As I sat there holding her and stroking her hair before we drifted off to sleep, I said, "About this weekend, I have to go out of town with some friends. Kind of a guy's weekend that's been planned for a couple months. But I really want to make last night up to you with something special. What are you doing next Tuesday night."

"Nothing," she replied.

"Great. I've got something really special planned just for you. It will be great."

I gave her one last little hug before dozing off. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of putting my little plan together for her and her mother.

I am such an ass. I think Kelly is right. I am a sicker fuck than she is.

To be continued...