Ulla

Though tiny sweat beads had formed on my brow, I did my best to act nonplussed. As always, when nervous, I tried to use humor to deflect the tension.

"I see. So......" I began haltingly. "What would you recommend, the Cannelloni di Vitello, or the Ravioli di Chiacchieri?"

She stared at me incredulously for a few seconds, and then threw her head back in uproarious laughter. She nearly convulsed, tears running from the corner of her eyes. "Oh, my God, have I chosen wisely. You are hilarious." She dabbed at her eyes with her napkin. "Sometimes I can be far too intense, thank you for bringing me back to a sense of perspective."

She took me by the hand, the mood lightened. "The ravioli is orgasmic. You get that and I'll nibble from your plate. I'll go with the linguini cardinale."

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One of the many great things about Filomena's is that they conclude the meal by bringing carafes of sambuca and amaretto to the table, gratis. Ulla added to the foreplay by continually dipping my fingers into each carafe and sucking the liquor off of my fingers, down to the last knuckle. As if I needed to get any more aroused......

So, by the time we were ready to depart, both of us were more than high and sexually charged. We thanked JoAnna for the hospitality and the sagely advice. She winked at me and whispered, "Lucky man," once again as we hugged goodbye.

We began the five-block walk to Ulla's townhome, just off the Georgetown University campus, my arm alternating between being around her shoulders and waist, and then easing down to caress her ass. It felt as tight as a snare drum.

We walked north on busy Wisconsin Avenue, and made a left onto N street. We had gone a block when she pointed to a rather nondescript rowhouse. "That was one of John F. Kennedy's townhouses when he was a Senator," Ulla pointed out, displaying her local knowledge again. "He and Jackie lived there, and had Caroline and John Junior there. They lived there as a family until the day he was inaugurated."

What she said next was even more informative. "He owned and kept several other townhomes within a few blocks of here. One of my first girlfriends when I moved to the states was a page at the Capitol building when JFK was running for the presidency. Kennedy brought her to his home on Dent Place after an event one night in between the time he was elected and inaugurated in late 1960."

She linked her arm under my elbow as she continued her tale. We made another left onto 35th Street. "He fucked her all night while the Secret Service stood watch on the front steps. Then they drove her home in the morning, and Kennedy must have then walked over to his home there. I wonder how many times Jacqueline put up with that?"

This was fascinating stuff. You don't get this kind of info in the Washington Post.

She giggled. "Her name was Linda. She swore me to secrecy, but told me Kennedy was a great fuck. I was jealous."

Despite knowing better, I couldn't help myself. "Did you want to fuck him?"

"Of course. Every young girl in Washington back then wanted to fuck the Leader of the Free World. And if you believe half of what you hear, a fair amount of them did."

Hail to the Chief, I thought.

"We're here," Ulla said, stopping in front of a house on the corner of 35th and Prospect. I looked up at the white structure and began to get nervous again.

She kissed me sweetly on the cheek. "Well, good night," she said, climbing up the outdoor steps. "Call me."

She began to unlock the door as I looked on from the sidewalk in disbelief, a puppy dog left out in the cold. What the fuck.......?

Ulla put one foot in the doorstep and looked back over her shoulder. "Get your ass up here, funny man. You're not the only one with a sense of humor."

She took me by the shirt collar as soon as I entered the door and pushed me against it, slamming it behind us.

It was our first kiss, despite the days of teasing, and it was hot and passionate, not at all timid and awkward like so many first kisses that I'd experienced. The kiss of a man and woman who had anticipated this moment and could finally release their mutual hunger.

Ulla pressed her lithe body into my own and began to unloosen the knot on my tie with the fingers of her left hand while toying with my belt buckle with her other. She pressed a knee into my thigh to hold me in place to assure my own gyrations in no way slowed down her attempts to remove me of any and all clothing with fevered alacrity.

She moaned into my mouth as the back of her palm lightly touched the bulge in my crotch. "Uuumph, you're big," she mumbled into my mouth.

She had succeeded in unbuttoning almost all of the buttons on my dress shirt and whipped the belt buckle from the confines of the loops in my trousers. She was beginning a slow descent to the hardwood floor, trailing kisses down my chest, when I heard what sounded at first like a freight train rumbling down the stairwell.

"Wrrroooffffff!"

A huge yellow lab tumbled down the stairs and virtually leapfrogged over Ulla's back and jumped up on my chest with its front paws. It looked quizzically at me at first, black eyes just inches from my own, and it sniffed furiously into my face. Quickly sizing me up as a "friend of mom's", apparently, the animal began licking my face with wet sloppy kisses of its own.

I much preferred Ulla's technique. I heard her laughing heartily as she rose from her crouching position, tossing my belt aside.

"Shelby! Down, girl! Didn't I tell you to expect a guest this evening and be on your best behavior? What kind of naughty girl are you? You barely know this man. You're such a slut, Shelb!"

The lab ran around Ulla in small circles, as if caught in a revolving door, its tail wagging like windshield wipers on high speed.

Ulla patted the snow-white dog on her head. " She's too friendly for her own good at times. I'm going to let her out back to do her business and then put her in her room, or else we'll never get any privacy. Shelby would see to that." She took me by the hand and led me to the living room, and pointed to a large white sectional sofa that wrapped around two corners of the room.

"Sit. I'll be back in a few minutes." Shelby panted heavily and danced back and forth on her rear paws, vying for mom's attention.

Ulla looked at me with a seductive grin. "And at the risk of sounding like a cheesy movie, you wouldn't mind if I slip into something more comfortable, do you?"

Ulla played with her loyal pet for a few moments in the kitchen, made sure Shelby had water for the night, and put her in the den. Ulla passed me as she went upstairs herself . "Be right back, handsome."

I waited for about fifteen minutes, which any man will tell you is an eternity when you have a steel-hard erection.

It was worth the wait.

I heard the unmistakable click of heels when she came off of the steps and walked across that hardwood floor before entering the living room.

I suppressed a gasp when I saw her attire.

She stood in front of me, hands on hips, legs apart. A completely sheer sequin lingerie coat was wrapped around the sensational package beneath.

A black push-up half cut bra that left her large pink nipples exposed. A silk ebony garter and G-string set with pink strings and bows on her slender hips. Black lace fingerless gloves that went up above her elbows. Five-inch black spike sandals with ankle straps.

But the sexiest of all, at least for me, was a Victorian choker collar on her neck, adorned with a large turquoise pendant that hung down in front of her throat.

I sat there speechless, hoping the precum leaking into my briefs like a babbling brook wouldn't puddle into my suit pants enough to be noticeable.

The mature beauty eased the transparent coat from her shoulders and made a half-turn. Her stomach was as flat as the surface of a Scandinavian fjord on a windless day. With one hand she leisurely pinched her gumdrop nipples, alternating between them, and the other hand caressed her washboard tummy.

"Not bad for fifty-one, John, would you agree?"

I did my best to recover any semblance of control. "Amazing, Ulla. Now, get over here. Please."

She walked toward me, hips sashaying entrancingly with practiced synchronicity, and knelt between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. Since my belt had been removed despite Shelby's earlier best efforts to intrude upon the proceedings, my trousers were quickly shimmied down to my ankles without anything impeding their fall.

I sat there in my briefs and dress shirt as she removed my shoes and socks. "Nice shoes," she purred teasingly. "Nice shoes always get me hot."

"Yours aren't bad yourself, lovely lady." I said, playing along, matching compliments. "Are my shoes the only reason why you're so hot?"

She smiled, lowering her head to my shaft, still covered by my briefs, the impossibly swollen cock head poking over the hem. She licked up and down around the head. "Your big fucking cock tip makes me hot."

She began to stroke from the base to the tip with her left hand, as she took first one, then the other, cotton-covered testicle between her lips, cupping my balls with her right hand like she was teeing up two golf balls. "Your big fucking balls make me hot."

Ulla then lifted her mouth to the mushroom knob twitching out into the open, and sucked tightly on my cock head, pulling my briefs down at the same time. I lifted my hips to assist her efforts ("Such a gentleman, thank you", she cooed) and she slowly engulfed my rod, half-inch at a time, lifting her head after she had descended about maybe three inches. A long strand of saliva hung from her lips and she slowly inhaled it back into her full lips.

"And this gorgeous fucking piece of manhood makes me super hot." She looked up at me and wrapped both of her hands around the length, one hand stimulating the tip, the other moving up and down at the base of the shaft. The lace stockings on her hands only added to the tactile and visual pleasure.

"Mmmmm, young, handsome, and hung. My kinda man." She gripped the shaft firmly and began to rub it all over her face, moaning animatedly, which at first I thought was a bit dramatized for my audible pleasure, but as she continued, I realized that she was sincerely aroused beyond any woman I had witnessed. At least in person.

I thought of my young girlfriend, Yvette. Until recently, when her cock sucking skills had rather mysteriously improved, Yvette usually nervously handled my cock like it was a explosive device that would detonate unwittingly at any time.

Ulla, on the other hand, was most obviously a true cock worshipper. A connoisseur, as it were. She mumbled contentedly in what I assumed was her native Finnish language as she consumed more and more of my dick. With each expert ministration, both orally and with her hands, I became harder in her mouth. My balls swelled to the size what felt like lemons.

Almost as though she were reading my mind, Ulla looked up at me while vigorously running her hands up and down, up and down, up and down, my seven-and-a-half thick inches.

"Does your little girlfriend, so far away, appreciate your magnificent cock? Does she tell you what a masterpiece it is?"

I grunted, maintaining my Miranda right to remain silent. Anything I said could be used against me. Besides, Ulla already knew the answer.

Ulla continued stroking, stroking, knowing I was on the brink. Her taunting words only served to make the entire situation more exciting, more taboo, more forbidden, and she knew it.

"Do you think she would be jealous watching me work over your big cock?" She lowered her head, taking me to the base, deep throat accomplished.

I grabbed the upholstery of the sofa, desperately trying to hold off my release. When she came up, gasping for breath, another strand of spittle fell onto her chin.

"Or do you think it would turn her on, watching her boyfriend's cock get sucked by a woman old enough to be her mother?"

Quite honestly, this was a bit thought provoking. Would Yvette explode with rage or desire if she could watch this? I actually pondered this for a nanosecond, which at least delayed the inevitable.

Ulla positioned my missile dead center in front of her mouth, and opened wide, her long, wet tongue dancing like a serpent's, ready to strike.

"And, I'm just taking a wild guess, but I'm sure she doesn't like your cum all over her face like I do. Does she?"

That did it. The first shot of semen rifled over Ulla's head, like errant buckshot, until she got a tighter grip on my wildly pulsating cock and let it dangle right on the tip of her tongue. Splash after splash of warm cum flew from my tip and ricocheted off of Ulla's tongue and the inner walls of her mouth.

The liquid load bubbled in her mouth like a carbonated beverage that had been shaken up, as the last few drops fell down onto her chest.

Ulla rubbed the ejaculate into her nipples as she blinked the stray cum off of her eyelids, all the while voraciously sucking me, coaxing whatever was left to drain from my balls.

Ulla had already sort of set the bar about her expectations regarding my performance during her little diatribe at dinner. But from the look on her face, I'm not quite certain that she was anticipating what I would do next.

Although she never voiced any complaint.

Back in that day, even for a young man, I was fortunately blessed with some natural stamina. And tonight, stimulated as I had never been by any woman, Ulla was going to get my very best. Quid pro quo.

Still rock hard, I roared, literally, and forcefully gripped the back of her head. My still throbbing cock, harder than ever before, plopped from her mouth. I couldn't help but notice that her jaw looked stretched from the oral assault that we had just performed as a tandem.

I rose from the sofa, lifted her up high in the air, and tugged at the tiny pink bows on both hips holding her G-string in place. I had every intent on ripping it off of her, but it looked very expensive, and for some reason, I resisted the impulse. In hindsight, knowing now what I didn't know then, such an action would have driven her crazy with lust. Hell, she sold the lingerie in her own store.

For the first time, I had unfettered access to her saturated cunt, framed with closely trimmed golden pubes, forming a perfect triangle above her mound.

I threw her back on the sofa, and lifted Ulla's lean, muscular calves over my shoulders, took a swipe of my cum from her face, and brought my fingers to her mouth and watched as she licked the surplus semen from them.

I felt animalistic sensations that I hadn't quite experienced before, and growled to the older vixen, legs lewdly spread high in the air, "I'm going to fuck that needy hot cunt now, you fucking slut." Ulla gasped loudly, obviously surprised by my sudden show of force. Yet I saw her labia tremble in anticipation as she reached down to pull herself open for me.

In one motion I grabbed her ankles firmly in each hand, and inserted my raging cock deep into her steaming cauldron, doing my utmost to virtually split her apart. As my cock almost immediately bounced against her cervix, I felt her cunt clamp around my shaft and convulse in an instant, volcanic orgasm.

"Be careful what you wish for, you fucking tease. You might just get it," I hissed. She snarled back at me, eyes ablaze. "Give it to me, give me all of that dick, don't hold back, you bastard. Ruin my cunt."

Just to be contrarian, to further indicate that I was in control for the time being, I lightened the rhythm, pulling in and out of her completely with each stroke, lingering outside of her gaping twat, teasing her by slapping my dick on her clit.

I pulled my Finnish lover's legs together in the form of an 'x', watching her intently, her eyes half-closed in lust, listening to her growling and moaning.

I pushed her over on her right side, taking her from the side now, my cock reaching deeply inside of her cunt at another angle, the tip of my head touching her clit, feeling her spasm yet once again.

I next rolled her over on her stomach, and placed her flat on the sofa, and spread her legs with my knees. I took her wrists and pulled them behind her back with one of mine, for all practical purposes tying them together. With the other hand, I slipped my finger softly around her rim and gently into her anus, as my cock continued its relentless pounding of her humid pussy, splashing in her streaming juices now, my heavy balls banging against her lovely ass.

And then, I released her wrists and picked her up by her hair and fucked her as hard as I could doggy-style, completely controlling her body now. Her wails echoed off of the walls, her body and will completely surrendered to me. My balls slapped hard against her ass cheeks, my finger now inserted in her backside, and I continued to pull her hair frantically with the other. She grunted, "Oh, yes, pull my hair, finger my ass, fuck that cunt, fuck it!"

I repositioned and put myself on the couch on my back, and pulled her on top of me, so that she was now riding me reverse cowgirl. I watched, gritting my teeth in intensity, as her tight, tiny ass slapped against my stomach, her nectars cascading down onto my skin. The sight of my cock disappearing into her sopping cunt was so exotic, the sounds of her moans and cries and screams of desire filling the room.

I lay back even further now, and pulled her directly on top of me, Ulla's back against my chest, my hand reaching around, rubbing her hot clit as she jammed her fifty-one-year-old magic pussy down onto my cock.

Knowing that I couldn't sustain such fervor much longer, I finally rolled her on her left side and grabbed her ass with one hand and her firm tits with the other and simply fucked Ulla as hard as I could for as long as I could hold out, my only selfish thought now to cum deep inside her.

For her part, she seemed to be in the throes of one prolonged orgasm after the other. I never imagined a scenario with the sexual energy and ferocity and mutual ability for two new lovers to turn each other on like this. My cock began to twitch now, the load filling within, and her talented inner muscles began to milk me within her walls.

I stood and turned her lastly on her back, completing our voyage, back to the original port, and I withdrew from her.

I took her gorgeous face in my hands, and stuffed my cock once again into her waiting mouth, her lips quivering with desire, and I fired another shot of cream into her throat, the second onto her lips, the next two on her face, and then let my cock dangle between her tits. I wiped the residue all over her gorgeous breasts, and she moaned and licked her lips, savoring my milky seed.

I held Ulla tightly as the aftershocks of our excitement pulsated through our entire beings. We looked at each other and could only smile. Suddenly, we realized that Shelby was yelping frantically from the den, no doubt fearing for mom's safety.

"Wow," Ulla said simply, understating the obvious. What was there to say? She reluctantly released her kegel muscles' death grip on my cock and stumbled off the sofa. "I need to go calm my poor baby. She hasn't ever heard mom quite like that, I don't think."

Ulla gave some love to Shelby, which placated the lab enough for her to sniff my still naked crotch with the curiosity only a canine's nose can evoke. "Mommy's scent is all over you," Ulla said, giggling. "I think she's jealous. I'll put her back, but I think we should go upstairs now."

I liked that idea. I followed Ulla up the stairs, my eyes fixed on her resplendent ass. "You want that ass, don't you?" she teased, looking over her shoulder as I practically drooled.

"You know I do," I replied. "I have plans for that gorgeous ass."

Ulla began to take off her half-bra, undoing the snaps in the back, leaving her in just her garters, heels, and choker. "I'm sure great minds think alike then," she said, beginning to slide her heels off so that she could remove the suspenders and stockings.