Cookie Time Again

"Oh man!" Julie screamed in my ear after I pulled her limp body up before she fell to the floor. "That was even better that in the car the other night."

"I loved it too."

"I want to suck your dick now," Julie said as she reached down, but she seemed shocked when her hand reached down and found me as limp as a dishrag.

"I had a bit of an accident," I told Julie, explaining that as we were sliding all over the sheets, the way my cock was flattened between my stomach and the sheets had me popping my load in the process. "It was good though."

"Can I still play with it? Julie said.

"Sure."

So Julie sat next to me and pulled on my rubbery dick for the longest time, and while my spirit was more than willing the flesh was not. It wasn't for lack of trying, because Julie pulled and sucked in hopes that I had another load left in me, even rubbing the head of my cock under her arm. When even that didn't work, she gave up.

"The cookies will be in by the end of the week," Julie said as she got dressed. "When I bring them, can we - you know?"

"I would love that," I said. "I think I'll be up to it, especially seeing how talented your mouth is."

"I meant something else," Julie said. "I want you to make love to me."

"Julie..."

"I really like you Mr. Hall," Julie said. "I know you'll be gentle."

"I don't know honey," I said, telling her that I would think about it, but I knew in the end what the answer would be, recalling how I felt when I was between her legs with my cock so close to her sweet pussy.

***

The dozen boxes of cookies were on the coffee table Thursday night, bought and paid for, and I was on the couch, naked below the waist with my butt on the edge of the cushion. Julie was on her knees, naked, and she was jerking my cock while sucking on my balls.

I had told Julie about my decision, and she was surprised and hurt by it. It took the better part of a hour to convince her that as much as I wanted to, I couldn't.

"I thought you liked me," Julie pouted.

"Like you? I love you. I'm crazy about you," I assured her. "If I didn't love you, I could do it, but your first time should be special. You've stayed a virgin this long, and I think that you should save yourself for somebody special."

"You are special."

"Someone you have a future with," I said, and despite her best efforts I did not change my mind.

"We can still play around, can't we?" Julie asked. "Like we've been doing?"

"Absolutely," I responded, proving that while I might be slipping, I wasn't senile yet. "We have a whole lot of fun with our mouths, don't we?"

So that was the end of the discussion, and as I watched Julie's mouth go back and forth between my balls and my cock, I marvelled at how good a cock sucker she was becoming. Her mouth slid halfway down my member, and her teeth never even nicked me despite her mouth being stretched as wide as possible.

"So good," I sighed as I reached down and ran my hands through her curly red hair, massaging her freckled shoulders and even sliding my hands under her arms to stroke the moist and now smooth hollows of her armpits, causing her to snort a giggle seeing how her mouth was full.

"Oh!" I groaned. "Gonna - OH SHIT!"

Julie's head flew upright, and my cock sprang back up onto my stomach as she looked at me with an expression that seemed to indicate she thought I was having a heart attack. I wasn't, but it would have been better if I had.

Julie's eyes went to where I was staring, which was the front window. The curtains were open, with me having not bothered to close them when the sun went down, and there in the window was a woman with the same red hair as Julie, her face ashen as she looked into my living room in horror.

"MA!" Julie cried out, jumping up and scrambling to put on her clothes while I struggled to get up from the awkward position I had been in on the couch.

When the front door flew open Julie was still half naked while I was standing there with my cock bouncing around while I struggled to get my pajamas up.

"You're spying on me!" Julie cried. "I hate you."

"Get in the car," Mrs. Ellen Anderson said coldly, and when Julie started to protest she shot her daughter a look that indicated the discussion was not over but only delayed.

The look she gave me was - well, since we only have sons I didn't know how I would have felt in her shoes, but what could I say? She had every reason to feel like she did.

Julie, now dressed, bolted past her mother and headed out to the car idling out on the road, and Mrs. Anderson spun around and followed her, but not until she looked at the pile of cookie boxes and shook her head.

I was tempted to say something about her not closing the door behind her, my sick sense of humor still alive despite how disgusted I felt, but instead I closed it myself before heading to the kitchen and digging out the bottle of bourbon I dipped into for special occasions.

I poured myself a healthy shot and downed it, wondering what poor Julie was going through. I suspected that she would get the riot act read to her on the short drive home, and then what? Her mother would probably hit Julie's father with the news.

"You know what your slut daughter was doing?" I imagined her screaming at her husband. "She was up there sucking old man Hall's cock like it was a lollipop!"

Then what? I didn't know Fred Anderson that well, and he seemed like a quiet and meek little guy, but having that that hot potato dropped in his lap, who knows? He could kick my ass probably, because I don't think I could hit the guy, but what if he had a gun or something?

I didn't give a shit. Kill me if you want. So I waited for the door to fly open, pouring another shot to pass the time. After almost an hour I was starting to think that maybe Julie's old man wouldn't be coming up. Then came the knock on the door.

I put my bathrobe on and went to the door, and was surprised to see Julie's mother Ellen there in a raincoat, a mist having began to fall. She didn't seem as mad as she was, and had no axe or gun that I could see, so I opened the door.

"Can I come in, Mr. Hall?" Ellen Anderson said in a rather calm voice.

"Of course," I said, stepping aside and ushering her into the kitchen.

"I wanted to apologize, Mr. Hall," Ellen said.

"Art," I corrected.

"Art. Barging in like that the way I did before was very rude."

"You had every right," I said.

"I could use one of those," Ellen said, nodding toward the bottle of Jack, and I grabbed another glass and poured us both one.

"Like I was saying, I wasn't spying on Julie, but I know she's been spending a lot of time up here and I wanted to make sure she wasn't being a pain," Mrs. Anderson said before sipping the drink. "Julie sometimes latches on to people. Not real strong on people skills."

"No. Julie's a wonderful young woman," I said. "You have every right to be upset. I shouldn't have taken advantage of her innocence."

"Julie and I - we spent the last hour talking," Mrs. Anderson explained. "She told me a lot. Don't know if it was everything, but she said she offered herself to you and you said you couldn't do it. I appreciate that."

I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what to say, but did fill Julie's mother's glass again.

"Did you - tell your husband?" I asked, and she shook her head and laughed.

"Why bother?" she snapped. "If it doesn't have a number on it and isn't running around a track, he doesn't give a shit."

"Oh."

"I remember my first time with a man," Ellen said wistfully. "It was horrible. I still remember how much it hurt, and that boy was nothing like you. Do you know what I mean?"

"Sorry?"

"I saw you," Ellen said, reaching out and bracing herself with her hand on the counter we were standing next to. "On the couch out there. I was watching for a few minutes before you noticed me."

"I saw Julie going down on you," Ellen continued. "I was stunned to see how well endowed you were. A man the size of you could really do a lot of damage."

"I would never hurt Julie. I..."

"I know, but she's such a tiny little thing," Ellen said. "You're too much man for such a little girl. Maybe too much for a lot of women."

I felt the bottom of my robe open a second before a hand slipped in the fold. A hand that knew what it was looking for, and all I had time to do was gasp as Julie's mother pulled out my flaccid hose and pulled on it.

"Even bigger close up," Ellen said in a breathless voice, and as I stood there frozen Ellen's hand went down the snaps of her raincoat.

A shrug of her shoulders, and the raincoat fell to the floor.

"I've seen better days," Ellen said as she stood there naked, shivering either from nerves or dampness. "Used to look like Julie back in the day."

"You look great," I said as my cock surged in Julie's mother's hand, and the next thing I remember we were in my bedroom.

***

My head was spinning as I stood at the side of the bed with my erection in hand. I could see the resemblance between Julie and her mother, although it was safe to say that they were not built similarly.

Ellen had her daughter's flaming red hair, and at least as many freckles sprinkled all over her arms and shoulders. It was easy to see where Julie's incredible bush came from, since Ellen's was even bigger, with a treasure trail winding down from her belly button and the hair growing way down between her plump thighs. I could see that because Ellen was kneeling the the edge of the mattress presenting herself to me.

The main difference between the two was while Julie was a slender waif, Ellen was a full blown woman who was looking good for a woman her age. A little thick in the middle and rear end, but her breasts were incredible, enormous torpedoes that were bigger than footballs with nipples as big as bullets.

She wanted me to take her from behind, and seeing how this would let me stand up, my back was as happy about that as my cock was. I ran the head up my cock up and down the dripping wet fold of her sex, and as I leaned forward I was surprised at how tight she was.

"Damn!" Ellen screamed as I pushed into her with all my might. "Fucking huge!"

"Sorry," I grunted.

"Screw sorry," Ellen moaned as I tore into what felt like a virgin, probably the result of her husband not screwing her in over a year, as she would explain later. "Give it to me hard."

I did my best, holding onto her hips and thrusting in and out as hard as I could, and after a while Ellen was taking it all and thrusting back into me as she screamed at me to fuck her harder.

"Fuck me Daddy," she screamed at one point as I leaned over her and tried to squeeze her huge tits as they swayed around under her.

If her pussy didn't nearly snap my cock in two I would have never been able to tell when she came that first time, seeing as how much she was wailing and screaming. I was getting tired but kept pounding away, spreading her plump ass cheeks and looking at Ellen's anus, even slipping my finger into the the little knot fringed with hair.

"Got any lube?" she screamed while looking back at me over her shoulder.

I didn't, and hadn't been thinking about anal sex but was simply playing with her anus, and she cursed when I said I didn't.

"Harder! Pull my hair Art" Ellen screamed, and when I grabbed her scalp she reared her head back and came again.

"Cum in me," Ellen said after that. "Fill my cunt with your cum!"

It took another minute but I did, with Ellen grunting every time my cock twitched in her, and after I was drained I pulled my cock out while Ellen stayed bent over with her butt on the hair and her face in the bedding.

"Oh man that was good," Ellen said as I stepped back and saw my semen hanging onto the pubic hair. "Haven't been with a man - a real man - in so long."

I managed to step around Julie's mother and collapse onto the bed, and then Ellen was cuddling next to me, pulling on my cock and even leaning down and sucking on it for a bit before cuddling back up.

"Sunday morning Fred goes to church," Ellen said. "Mind if I come up and visit? I'll bring the lube. Never took a cock as big as yours up the ass before."

"Fine by me," I said, still in a state of shock over what had taken place in the last few hours, and after Ellen put her raincoat on and left I hit the shower, where I stood until the hot water ran out.

I didn't even bother to dry myself, so thoroughly exhausted both mentally and physically that it was all I could do to make it back into bed. I fell asleep thinking about Ellen coming back on Sunday morning armed with lube and expecting me to stick it up her ass.

"Another one can come off the bucket list," I mumbled into the bed, since anal sex was something I had never done, although dear Gracie did give it a try once.

I must have fallen asleep right away, and it was a nice solid sleep too. I might have slept the whole night through to, except for some mouse or mole that was chewing the siding or something, and he was a persistent SOB too. I finally gave up and went to the window, prepared to throw a slipper or something, and got another shock that proved I had a strong heart.

"Julie," I said after raising the window and looking out at the second Anderson woman looking in my window that night. "It's almost 3."

"Couldn't sleep. My Mom yell at you?"

"Sort of," I said, and that was true because she was a screamer alright. "We talked."

"Want me to come in? Didn't get to finish what I started before."

"NO!" I said too loud. "I'm fine. Just tired."

"Okay," Julie chirped. "We're still gonna play around sometimes right? We'll just be more careful."

"Fine. You want me to drive you home?"

"No. You get your rest," Julie said before leaving. "I'll come back tomorrow night."

"Oh brother," I muttered after closing the window and hitting the sheets again.

Viagra, I thought as I waited for sleep to come. If my heart could take the strain of what went on here tonight, maybe I could give it a try. I'd need a 4 hour erection to handle Ellen, judging by how insatiable she seemed to be.

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