Elizabeth's Awakening

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Elizabeth James at fifty three was divorced for two years
She’d felt the rage and grief of loss and shed so many tears
The arguments and fights had left her in a sorry state
Some while it was since sex she’d had, no pining for a mate
Behind her, now, those times of woe, the future did look bright
And so to help out with the bills, a lodger would be right
So advertise she did and settled for a young student
A girl of nineteen years or so, the college had her sent
The weeks went by, Sam was a joy, they got on very well
And when at home they’d chat evenings, life stories they would tell
But then the day that changed the way Liz looked at what she’d lost
That day when sexual needs dormant had woken with the cost
Of bringing her into a world she had not known before
Of sexual lust and wanting and especially much more.
It was a Saturday when Sam could sleep away the morn
This day, though, Liz had woke depressed and now felt all forlorn
She didn’t want to spend the time alone throughout the day
So Sam she’d surprise in her room with a full breakfast tray
With tea, toast, marmalade and juice, this all to show she cared
A cup she added for herself, she climbed the stairs, prepared
Outside Sam’s room the muffled sound of talking filtered through
The radio she figured, must be that, but was not true
A knock, the door she opened, and the sight made her eyes wide
With wonder and surprise, the bed - Sam lay there on her side
And with her on his back, a man, as black as ebony
And sticking up into her mouth, his prick, hard and shiny
With spit administered by Sam, as she did give him head
The tray was dropped, the crash was loud, they turned, nothing was said
The man and Sam both smiled, then asked if Liz was now okay
But hands shaking, her eyes just stared and couldn’t move away
From that black shaft that stood out proud approaching now toward
Liz couldn’t move as hypnotised, as held by point of sword.
By Sam and Phil, his name she learnt, she gently now was led
To sit with them, to rest a while, upon Sam’s double bed
The scene had left her very tense, Phil offered a rub down,
Her bare shoulders he massaged as young Sam removed her gown
Liz started as the material fell over breasts so ripe
But whispers calmed, the massage eased, relaxed, there was no hype
Soon found herself half naked, feelings strange began to stir
Like making love so long ago; did it actually occur?
Her face was turned, Phil’s lips she met, a long and sensual kiss
With garments gone, Sam bent to lick her nipples, oh, what bliss!
And laying there, upon that bed, in pure, sexual, zest
Felt lips on face and neck, and kisses on her large white breast
Her nipples both were teased and sucked until they stood out hard
A hand was creeping up her thighs, no need to be on guard
Legs pushed apart to ease the way, her juices now did flow
Her clit was found, rubbed with a thumb, her cheeks began to glow
A finger in her cunt did bring a moan from out her throat
Climax rising, her mind floated, drifting as on a boat
Two fingers in, then at her arse another now was placed
Pushed gently through her sphincter, while the rim was slowly traced
And then it came, as in a rush, the first for oh so long
So good, frustrations leaving, my, it just couldn’t be wrong!
A tongue then sought that target found between her open legs;
That hard, black prick placed by her lips, to open now he begs
She sucked him in, it filled her mouth, she gagged, but loved it so
As Sam continued at her cunt, then stopped; no, please don’t go
But change they did, and Phil moved round, ready to do the deed
To fill her twat with his black pole, to pump her full of seed
And Sam moved up, kissed Liz’s face, as they reversed their roles
Knelt either side of Liz’s head and let her lick her holes
So while she lapped at Sam’s sweet cunt, her sex was being drilled
By Phil’s black pole, so hard, so huge she felt that she was filled
Such a long time since she had felt a prick fill her so much
And as he moved it in and out, with hand she had to touch
Her fanny lips so stretched and moist reacting to his prick
Her clitoris so sensitive with fingers now did pick
And Sam reached down to rub and pull nipples never before
Touched by another woman, so much new, Liz to explore
Both women soon did climax by attention given them
Then swapped so Liz did feel Sam’s tongue and lips upon her quim
She saw her lodger being fucked, the black dick disappear
Into that cunt she had just kissed, almost too much to bear
So came again washing Sam’s face with her ejaculate
While holding Phil and kissing him, she was in such a state
Wanting, at last, to have a man cum over her body
Both women sucked and kissed his tool, there was just one last plea
To cum on breasts and face and taste that Liz had long forgot
They wanked him fast now, licked his balls, made sure that soon he shot
He moaned and came, his seed so white and pure against his skin
Splattered on breasts and faces, mouths open to let it in
That taste, so long ago it was, she sucked the last drop out
Shared with her dear Sam in a kiss; lips, tongues spread all about
Together they lay on the bed, the venue for this quest
And slept a while, they knew that they had given of their best
For Liz, future won’t be the same, eyes have been opened wide
Such sexual bliss, such lust divine, from this she cannot hide
Tomorrow then she’ll start afresh, a new world to discover
But now the three can start again, they’ve had time to recover!

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AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
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