Troy's Story

Mrs. Hayes and her sister talked for a long time. It was obvious she didn't like Mr. Hayes (she called him Rodger). Maybe she didn't like anybody.

But, here she had reasons. Mr. Hayes had been neglecting Mrs. Hayes for years because of business. I knew how that was with my dad because sometimes I thought he didn't even remember we existed when he was working hard.

But, the interesting part of him neglecting her was the sex part. Listening in, I found out that they hadn't had any sex in a long time and Mrs. Hayes couldn't remember when she had an orgasm last. AND-she doubted if she EVER had a good orgasm. WOW! No wonder she liked my cock.

I thought about it. Here I was, having by her standards, a big cock. And she had a chance, without anybody knowing about it, a chance to suck on it a little. Who knows what else she was thinking? I knew I wasn't going to ruin this by dropping my act or anything. I'd just see where it led.

Another thing I learned was that Mrs. Hayes regretted not having a baby and that she was sad it was getting late for that to happen. Mr. Hayes seemed to be the problem.

Finally, her sister left, and I was glad. I wanted more "me" time with Mrs. Hayes alone.

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After some uneventful dinner and TV (boring, but I kept looking at Mrs. Hayes tits under she shirt and kept reminding myself that not only had I seen them naked, but had sucked on one of them).

Mrs. Hayes took me up to my room. I was hoping she wanted to see my cock again. But, she had other plans, a shower.

She put me into bed and said, "Good night, Troy. I'm taking a shower." She tried to put the light off, but I wanted to be ready for anything. I put it back on.

After about five minutes, I stripped my clothes off and snuck down the hall to the bathroom. She had left the door partially open, probably so she could hear if anything went terribly wrong out here with me.

I listened and heard the shower water. I put my phone down near hers at the sink, and grabbed a facecloth from a nook holding towels and stuff. I was going to try Troy's trick and get her to wash me.

I got into the shower and startled her.

"Troy!" she yelled.

Maybe she was feeling bad about what had happened during the day, or maybe being with her sister had snapped her back to reality. Anyway, she said, "Troy, we can't both be in here. I'm done, so you can have the shower all to yourself."

That's when I pulled the ace from my sleeve. But, having no sleeves, I handed the facecloth to her and turned my back. The magic of it worked, again-as usual.

Soon, she was washing me all over, and even shampooed my hair. She tried to get me to wash my nether regions, but I was holding out for her to do it all.

She did, but something told me not to get a hardon in the shower where it would be awkward. I turned around and around under the shower-head like I had seen Troy do a hundred times, and I was all rinsed off.

She handed me a towel and dried herself off with another. I just stood there and dropped my towel, like I was helpless.

She got the towel and did a quick drying. I thought it was now or never so let myself start to get hard, hoping she noticed.

"Oh nooo! This can't be happening again." She noticed.

She wiped my chest roughly and looked like that was going to be the end of it. So I took the towel from her and started mimicking drying HER off.

I got close and reached around her, rubbing her butt with the towel. "Troy, no. I'm already dry," she said.

That's when I was close enough to do it again-I sucked at her nipple.

She didn't have that same violent reaction but I could feel her whole body quiver and stiffen. "No, Troy!" she said that loud. "Stop that right now!" But she didn't do anything to stop me.

In fact, when I started swirling my tongue around, she brought both hands up to my head and pressed me gently closer to her. After about a thirty seconds, she swerved her body so that I broke free and was in front of the other nipple. She guided my mouth to it and I gave it the same treatment.

She had her eyes closed and was moving her head back and forth wile making little moans.

My penis was pointing straight towards her, and when I moved my hips closer, it slid over the top of her pubic hair and up her stomach to her navel. I pressed close and it was wedged there.

Her body started moving up and down, rubbing against it. Then, her eyes opened and she said, "Troy, this is going too far. Too far."

She pushed away from me and said, "Troy, I don't know what to do. We shouldn't be like this-naked together. That's what's making that ... that problem." She pointed to my crotch.

My towel was on the floor in front of me. Mrs. Hayes looked at it for a long time, then looked at my penis, which was bobbing up and down with my heartbeat.

I was shocked when she moved forward and knelt on it. The magnetism of my cock must have worked again. Thank God!

Without another word, she reached out and gently took my cock into her curved fingers. They went a little more than halfway around it. She started pulling toward her, and then back. This started a steady stream of precum pouring from the tip. But, not one drop was going to hit the floor because Mrs. Hayes brought her mouth close and licked the end and swallowed.

Then, she took her tongue and went around and around the sensitive head. I couldn't believe my plan had worked. I was still doubtful until she opened her mouth and sucked in as much of my cock as she could get into her mouth.

I had reached back while she was "occupied" and gotten my phone. I took lots of pictures of that beautiful face stuffed full of my cock.

She took her hand off my cock and placed both hands on my butt. Then she started pulling her mouth back and then filling it again, pulling my butt to her. She was guiding me to fuck her mouth. I was a good pupil, and started a humping gently in rhythm.

I was finally going to get a real blowjob, from a real woman!

That's when her phone rang!

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The ringtone, echoing in the quiet of the bathroom, startled us both.

I staggered back, weak in the knees from being on the edge of experiencing the ultimate of pleasure. Mrs. Hayes scrambled from to knees to retrieve her phone.

"Hello," she said in a voice that sounded like she was underwater. Her throat must have been full of my sticky precum. She cleared her throat repeatedly while she listened.

I tried to keep my face a blank-the hardest test yet for me NOT to show disappointment.

"How is the deal going there?" she asked. That's when I realized it was her husband. The thought of him, his presence intruding here on my intimate moment could ruin the mood for the rest of my visit.

That's when I looked at the towel Mrs. Hayes had been kneeling on, and made up a spontaneous and risky plan.

Mrs. Hayes had braced her back against a bathroom wall and was propped up there, standing with her feet apart and planted about a foot and a half from the wall. I decided to play the mimic card one more time. I would mimic her last action of kneeling in front of me.

I placed the towel in front of her feet and knelt before her. "That's really wonderful," she said to whatever Mr. Hayes had said.

That's when I reached behind her and grabbed her butt just like Mrs. Hayes had grabbed mine. Then I used that leverage to pull my mouth tight against those layers of curly, black pubic hair.

"AYYYYY," she screamed as I raced my tongue up and down, parting the dense tangles until I had found her vaginal gash. Up and down I went, again and again.

"Ahh! Ahhh! AHHH!" she said with increasing volume. Suddenly, my mouth was being flooded by her lubricating juices. Slick and slippery and strong-tasting-in great enough volume so that I had to swallow every few seconds to keep up with the flow out of her hole.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! I do," she said in some feeble attempt to keep up the conversation. "What's being done," she finished with.

Then, I remembered what one of the guys at school had said about the "magic" button every woman had at the top of her slit. He had said it hypnotizes them and makes them cum. You just have to tease at it either with your finger or your tongue. He called it her "clit."

My tongue was closer, so I searched upwards and found a hard bump protuding about a quarter of an inch. I treated it like a nipple and sucked on it.

"NOOOOO!" she gasped. I knew I had found it, her clit.

"Nooo, nooo way I'm not appreciating what's being done," she said in a voice that sounded like she was being violently shaken.

I began to suck and swirl my tongue around. At the same time, her free hand went to the back of my head and started to run her fingers through my hair and then to force my mouth tighter and tighter against her gushing pussy. The aroma was maddening. So potent and pungent.

I took one hand away from her butt and picked up my phone from the floor and began taking shot after shot.

"Coming soon, " she said feebly before she hit the end call icon. She reached back and let the phone loose from her grip onto the sink's counter. Then she bent her legs slightly, making the muscles in those toned upper thighs bulge with definition. She placed both hands on my head and ground into my mouth with small insistent humping motions. Her eyes were closed and her head thrashed back and forth until she raised her face to the ceiling and screamed:

"NNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAA! YEEESSSS! YEEESSSS! YEEESSS!"

Then she looked down at my face with unseeing eyes and let out all of the air in her lungs in one low and long: "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

That's when her legs could no longer hold her. If I hadn't broken away from her pussy and caught her and eased her to the floor, she could have gotten hurt in the fall.

It was then it really hit me: I had made Mrs. Hayes cum ... I had made a grown woman cum ... I had made a woman my mom's age cum.

That made me wonder if my mom came like that. For the first time in my life I tried to visualize my mom cumming.

I figured I had it made now. I made her cum so she would make me cum. I was looking forward to this.

After letting Mrs. Hayes rest for a minute, I touched her shoulder. She screamed:

"GET AWAY FROM ME! GO TO BED! GO TO BED AND STAY THERE!"

I pretended to look at my phone so she couldn't see the surprise in my eyes. She got up and put her robe on, almost like hiding herself from me. She roughly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my bedroom.

I still had my raging hardon from all the pussy juice still lingering in my mouth and nostrils and the memory of her orgasm. It would take a lot to knock THAT down.

She guided me to lie on my back and said, "Go to sleep, Troy," and went to her bedroom, slamming the door shut.

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I could hear Mrs. Hayes banging things and talking loudly to herself. I crept to her door and listened:

"And then YOU get mad at HIM. You scream at him for YOUR mistake. You're the one that let this get out of hand. YOU'RE the one that gave him an erection time after time today. On purpose too. It's your fault—not his. And what if that erection won't go down? How will you solve THAT problem? You should at least go and check on the boy, Jean, at least apologize to him. Even if he doesn't understand."

I knew two things:

1. I'd better get back to my room quick, and

2. I'd better have a hardon when she came in if I wanted to play on the guilt she was feeling.

I ran back to my room, turned on video recording and put the phone in the water glass, pointing at the bed. Then I thought of Mrs. Hayes cumming and my cock shot straight up.

That's when Mrs. Hayes came in the room. When she saw me, she said, "Oh my God. What have I done to this boy? Troy, I'm so sorry."

I had to find a way to play this totally to my advantage. But how? I figured I'd see what she would do next.

She took my right hand and tried to wrap it around my penis and make me jerk off. Any other night, I wouldn't need much coaxing, but tonight I wanted more.

I took my hand away and placed it by my side.

She sat on the bed with a look of sadness covering that beautiful face. She said, "Troy, it was so wrong. Wrong for you to give me an orgasm. You don't understand that I have needs, needs that have not been fulfilled for so long. Having you here has awakened something in me I thought was long dead. The sight of you, the sight of THAT!"

She pointed to my stiff penis, and continued: "It's made me want things ... things ... I forced out of my mind long ago. What you did for me is something that should be shared between-"

Whatever else she wanted to say was lost. She appeared to have wrestled with a decision and made a choice.

She said, "Troy honey, I'm going to fix this." She then took her hand and started a slow pump up and down my shaft. My juices started to bubble up through to the tip of my cock. "That's it, let it happen baby," she whispered.

Then, she seemed to be talking herself into using her mouth on me: "After all, I've ALREADY had my mouth on him." She lowered her head, and for the third time that day, licked my juices up and swallowed them. Then she licked all the way down my shaft while cupping my balls.

"Ohhh. So filled with sperm, Troy. I'm going to swallow your sperm, Troy. Will you like that?"

I almost said yes. She started running her lips up and down over my cock, jamming as much as she could with each bob of her head. She stopped, looked at my cock, then at my face, and said with a smile, "So big. So huge. It's stretching my lips. This could NEVER fit into my pussy, you nasty boy."

I nearly came right then. I thought I might get a handjob or a blowjob, but I never seriously pictured my cock entering that delicious pussy.

She took her mouth and hand away and stared at my cock for a whole minute. During that time, her right hand went to her crotch and pressed and stroked lightly.

"Ohhhh my God. I want it. I want it so much." She gave me a few more tugs. "I want to feel this, Troy. I want to feel it so bad. Not with my hand, not with my mouth. I want you, Troy; I want you inside me. I wish you could understand."

What I understood was that Mrs. Hayes was getting hornier all the time. My cock was making her horny, making her want to FUCK.

She got up and with her breathing heavy and uneven paced back and forth. It was torture to wait there, unmoving, as if I didn't care. Believe me, I CARED!

She came back to the bed and stared directly down at my face. "Troy, it would be ... I'm a 40-year-old woman ... and you're ..." With that she reached to her crotch and brought up fingers which were glistening with wetness.

She ran out of the room and I heard a drawer banging open and shut. She returned in a minute with a small square package. I recognized it as a condom. She ripped it opened and rolled a rubber onto me. I can't tell you how excited I was at the thought of fucking this gorgeous creature. But, until it happened, I wasn't counting on it. Too many things had gone wrong today. The only one who had cum so far was HER.

"I shouldn't do this, baby, but I need it so bad. You're so beautiful. I'm going to make us both feel so good." With that she untied her robe, and she was again naked in my sight. And in plain view of my phone.

She climbed on the bed and tried to mount me. I wanted to help, but that would have ruined it. It was the wrong angle or she was too tight, or SOMETHING. Anyway, after a few tries, she pulled me to a sitting position and said, "I need you behind me, like this." She showed me her kneeling position.

I didn't need any more coaching or delays. I mimicked her pose perfectly. She guided me toward the end of the bed and made me face forward. Then she got in front of me on her hands and knees. I could see her open pink vagina peeking through the dark mass of pubic hair surrounding it. I also could see her tiny tight asshole.

She put her chest on the bed and raised her ass high. I knew what to do without any instruction, but, something was bothering me:

I didn't want my first fuck to be with a condom on. And, after listening to her talk to her sister about her regrets about not having kids, I wanted to give her a chance. I wanted whatever was in my balls to become part of Mrs. Hayes. I shucked the condom off and threw it on the floor.

She backed up and I pressed forward, aiming my cock at the wet opening in front of me. It made contact and I saw the very tip of it fit against the entrance to Mrs. Hayes' womanhood. She leaned back and I leaned forward.

"Uhh!" she grunted as that hole expanded to take me in. It was stretching, and at this angle, it had a lot better chance of stretching all the way. I pushed in, somehow knowing I shouldn't try to ram it all, even though that's what my body was telling me to do.

About two inches went in and she said, "Oww. Go easy, go easy." She must have known that Troy wouldn't understand, but she had to say it anyway. She pulled forward until just the head was in and then pushed back again; I pushed forward at the same time. I put my hands on the curve of her hips to steady myself. I pulled gently at Mrs. Hayes, at Mr. Hayes' wife.

That thought made me even happier: I was about to fuck Mr. Hayes' wife.

About half, about five inches of the thickest part of me went into her. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she yelled. "TOO BIG! ENOUGH! TROY! ENOUGH!"

Now I had to make a decision. Do I pull out so I don't hurt Mrs. Hayes, or do I shove the rest in and hope for the best?

I pulled back, and she murmurred into the pillow, "Thank God, thank God ..."

Then, slowly, but without another pause, I pushed forward, holding her hips tight so she couldn't try to escape-and I didn't stop until my pubic hair was grinding tightly against hers.

"AAAAYYYYYYYYYY!" she screamed at the headboard.

I stayed there, fully embedded in Mrs. Hayes vagina for about ten seconds, hoping she would get used to it. Then I pulled out and thrust all the way again. "AAAHHH!" came from her lips.

Again, then again, and the realization broke into my mind: I was fucking Mrs. Hayes. I was fucking her because she wanted my cock. I was fucking her because her husband couldn't do the job. I was fucking this beautiful woman as old as my mother, and she was starting to like it!

After about the fifth or sixth thrust all the way, she said, "Oh, Troy ... never ... never soooo deep! I can't believe it! I can't believe it!"

It made me happy that I was bigger than her husband and that I was reaching places he had never been.

My body wanted to fuck as fast and hard as I could, but seeing Mrs. Hayes moving her ass in a certain rhythm made me follow it exactly. We fucked each other for a long time. I was surprised I didn't just come fast, but the whole new experience made me relax and enjoy what was happening.

Then, it was Mrs. Hayes who started to speed up. Her breathing got harder and harder. What had been soft moans before were turning to little screams and low loud grunts.

She got up on her hands, and I could see her tits hanging low under her as they swung to our bodies' movements.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME, TROY!" she yelled. I leaned forward and cupped both her boobs, lifting and squeezing them.

This did something to her and threw her over the edge. She said: "Troy ... you're making me ... making me- I'M CUUMMING! I'M CUUMMING! AAAHHH!"

I had done it. I had made Mrs. Hayes cum. And hearing her admit it specifically triggered my own response: I thrust as deep as I could and held there. The tip of my cock exploded with sperm that had been saved up for four days, loads of it. I was cumming into the unprotected womb of a beautiful woman, not into the safety of a rubber.

After I felt I had cum all I could, I collapsed on top of Mrs. Hayes. She melted onto the bed and I rolled to her side with my arm draped over her, trying to keep as much contact with that gorgeous body as I could.