Wendy Ch. 06

She seemed to like the friction against her pussy. I maintained the contact, moving my tongue up and down her slit.

“Are we going to fuck or hold hands?” She said as her body met the coverlet.
My hands found the waistband of her panties and she lifted her butt to accommodate their removal. Any thought of dousing the light had evaporated.

I couldn’t wait to explore her pussy. The hair was damp and matted around her lips which looked soft and puffy. As my tongue made the slightest contact her whole body vibrated in a spasm.

I sensed that her head had popped up. “What are you doing?” I paid no attention to the question but I was aroused at how it sounded; as if she was being awakened from a pleasant dream and resented the disruption.
My tongue pressed inward to open her labia. Her feet were flat on the floor; they braced and pushed her butt off the floor. Those beautiful legs opened wide.

I made long strokes; up and down; caressing the length of her pussy. Her arms were extended; her hands clasp to the coverlet. Her head popped up.

“What....what....what are...,” her head dropped.

She jerked backward and those strong thighs engulfed my head and immobilized it. I licked again and she clamped down even more.

I found the clit. Or it found me when it emerged from its cover and puckered when my tongue teased it.
“Yes!” Mrs. P’s hands had found my head and clamped there; forcing me tight to her. Her pelvis stabbed into the air; carrying my head along in a wild ride.

When her hands relaxed their hold on my head and her butt came to rest I knew she had climaxed. But I did not let up my assault on her sensitive nub. I was rewarded with continued convulsions as her midsection quivered and constant moans emerged from her lips. I continued to lick as her movements slowed to a stop.

“Wha...what are you doing?” It was as if she had awaken to find me between her legs. I looked up and saw her eyes. There was an inquisitive look of fascination on her face which reminded me of a cat with a ball of yarn. Her eyes even looked catlike. She
was ready to pounce if the yarn moved.

I was thankful that the lights had remained on. I was weary of the grip she had on
my head. She could snap my neck if I made a lick that she did not anticipate but
at least I would be able to watch her do it.

Her reactions to the stimulation astounded me. A brief touch brought a shudder to
her body that lessened her grip briefly. When my stiffened tongue lingered she
put her legs in motion to rock my head. My hard tongue was fucking her. I did not dare
slacken it or pull back.

Her arms were extended at her sides with her hands pressed to the floor to help
life her butt off of the coverlet. The length of the rocking motion increased as did
her moans.

It went on for minutes. Lydia was no longer watching the action. Her head was
bent back and her face was screwed into a weird contortion. Her tongue protruded
from one side of her mouth. The rocking continued relentlessly.

There was another shudder and a long gasp. Her hands came to my head as the grip her legs had on it loosened. Soft strokes alternated between smoothing and mussing my hair.

My head was groggy and my neck felt stretched. My tongue had gone to sleep. I tested my new freedom by wiggling it side to side. When it hit the little nub it got Lydia’s
attention. Her hands which had been curling my hair suddenly begin to rub me bald.

I wiggled my tongue again and heard a clucking sound as if she was a mother hen
calling her chicks. Her hands rested only until I flicked her clit twice more. They
clamped down as her pelvis jumped and I felt a flood wash over my chin. Her
whole body shook as the clucking continued.

At first she appeared shocked when I entered her but soon her arms encircled my back and crushed me to her. She wrapped her legs around my ass and I felt her feet prod
my buttocks with each thrust. We moved together and yet not quite in sync. There was
a wild urgency in her nudges which was throwing me off.

I slowed but her feet continued to pound my backside until I stopped.

She opened her eyes and stared up at me, surprise on her face. I tried to kiss her
but she would not have it. My dripping chin must have turned her off.

“Let me do this,” I whispered.

She nodded. But I felt her cunt contract encouragement against me as she closed her eyes.

I began slowly with long strokes. But soon she was telling me what to do, ‘faster...harder....yes....more..’

I tried to comply. Soon her legs were folded in that compact position and
her hands helped support her ass. I heard her say, ‘I’m coming’ at least twice
as I pounded her. Each time she would relax her hands and let her butt drop but only
briefly. Her legs maintained the ‘pulled back’ position that she favored. Soon
her butt would be raised again to give me a straighter shot.

I think she could have gone on but I tired and let my balls have their way and
announced my choice. “I’m coming,” I said too loudly. She relaxed her legs and
brought her lips to mine.

Spent, I propped myself on my elbows and hovered inches above her heaving breast; not wanting to interfere with her labored breathing. We stayed like that for minutes; catching our breath. Neither of us spoke. Her eyes were shut and when she did open them she did not look at me. She turned her head and gazed in the direction of the sewing machine which stood lifeless at the far end of the room.

I pulled out slowly; making a sucking sound. My cock relaxed against my leg. Its job done, evidenced by the bubble filled with creamy fluid, the rubber lost its grip.

“Give it to me,” she said, pointing to the rubber. I lifted to my knees to extract the
condom from my limber limb. She raised herself to rest on her elbows; her legs remained
open with me between them. She used my shoulder to propel herself to a standing position
then bent down to take the condom from me. She held it at the opening with two fingers
and paddled off, her ass cheeks giggled slightly as she walked to the door and out of the
room. I laid back on the coverlet and took a deep breath.

I couldn’t help comparing this to our first time on the freezer when she had ordered me to get off of her and demanded that I leave immediately. She was almost friendly; would this time be different?

She returned to the room and locked the door. I was now leaning against the cot.
She took a seat next to me and held a cookie to my mouth for me to take a bite
then she shoved the other half into her mouth.

“If more than one disappears my kids will get suspicious because they know I seldom eat them,” she explained.

She leaned against the cot and I put my arm around her and touched her shoulder.
Her body melted against me. I kissed her on the forehead.

“That was amazing, where did you learn to do that?” Her eyes searched my face for an answer. A finger flicked a crumb from my lips; a slight smile crossed her lips as we
watched it bounce down my chest to land near my flaccid cock.

I stroked her shoulder and said, “I had a good teacher.”

We sat with our legs open, touching at our knees. My lips grazed hers and she did not resist. I kissed her deeper and she kissed back. I felt her hand squeeze my leg.

“This was the maid’s room when the Pattons live here,” she said when we broke the kiss.

“I use it as a sewing room and a place to be to myself. That’s why the lock is on the door.” It was as if I was owed an explanation for the lock.

“Handy,” I nodded approvingly.

“Don’t get the idea you can make a habit of this.” I felt her tensing. “This is the first time I’ve done anything like this and you’re so....”

“How about the other night?” I said, reminding her of our cavort on the freezer.

“This was much better, I really let myself go tonight.”

“You mean you didn’t let yourself go the other time?” I was reminded or her saying, ‘Fuck me’ and the way she had dug her heels into my buttocks.

She sort of chuckled, “I was scarred we would fall off.”

“You to?” I laughed.

“It did get pretty wild didn’t it. That was my first time in over three years and I was so fearful that I was leading you astray.” She looked at me to see if I understood what
she was saying. “You’re so young but you’ve already been lead astray, haven’t you?”

“You can lead me astray any time you want,” I grinned.

“I meant what I said. This is the last time. Don’t come back. I won’t let you in again.” She took her hand off of my leg and put distance between us. Her eyes
had a serious look as if to say, ‘believe-me!’

“I was your first in over three years?” I asked incredulously.

“Is that so hard to believe? I haven’t gone out looking for it you know. I do have
a reputation and there are the children. What do you take me for?” She said accusingly.

I tried to draw her close. I wanted to comfort her, assure her but she wasn’t having it. She kept her distance. But ‘god’, those tits were ever present and I wanted to touch them.

“It’s just that you are a beautiful women, Lydia. I would think you would be swamped with...ah..you know.”

“What am I going to do, sleep with a married guy who will tell the whole town and hope his wife doesn’t find out. How many eligible bachelors under forty do you know? I
said eligible, mind you, there’s no such thing.”

“I see what you mean but what about your husband?” I immediately wished I hadn’t asked that question.

“He’s out of the picture.” I thought that was all she was going to say but soon she
seemed to want to talk. “His family is in lumber. When we met he didn’t want anything
to do with business. We were young students with higher ideals than making money
and doing all the things capitalist do. But when I got pregnant with Lisa we had to make
some changes in the way we thought.” She stopped and looked at me, “You can see now
why I’m so scarred about what happened the other night?”

Her head shook in disbelief for a second then she continued. “We had to ask his family for money and they made us feel obliged to them. His older brother was to run the
business but we were expected to come here to look after the old folks. And we did that
until five years ago when they died. That’s when his brother told Bradley he was needed
out west. We lived apart for the next two years. I refused to move to Oregon so Brad
came home one week end per month for the first year. But the time between visits
lengthened to five weeks and then six. You can see what happened. I got soured with the
whole thing and he met one of those young Oregon gals.”

Lydia stopped and pondered as if she was surprised she had exposed the family dirt.

“Brad sounds like an ass hole, how could he let you go?” I said; thinking of the way those legs of hers bent back to allow more of me to enter her. I was trying to console her.

“No, I’m just as much of an ass hole. I got caught up with the society scene and forgot about our ideals. We lost touch. It’s hard to go five or six weeks and then jump back into the sack with someone. I didn’t even miss the sex for a long time.”

“That’s hard to believe,” I said, thinking about how hot she was.

“You’re a nice boy,” she was back close to me and her hand was resting on my leg but I was distraught at her calling me a boy. I decided to not let it bother me.

“How do you do that?” I asked, placing my hand on her muscular thigh.

She seemed to know that I was asking about her ability to fold her legs back and raise her butt or raise her legs straight in the air and hold them that way. I had her pegged for a ballerina.

“I was a gymnast in high school and college; my arms are strong too but it’s the legs that makes me a good fuck, don’t you think?” She had a devilish expression on her face. She was not fishing for a compliment; just stating a fact.

“God, do I, that’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. Did Brad like that?”

“Yes, but let’s not talk about Bradley anymore, okay?”

“Fine by me,” I said. We were close again. Our bodies exchanged heat and I rubbed her shoulder and back to keep her from getting chilled. I liked being naked with her. I touched her thigh as if I was admiring the muscle tone.

She turned as I rubbed her leg. We kissed and I felt her breasts against my chest.
I opened my mouth and traced her lips with my tongue. My arms explored her
back and pulled her rump to me.

A skidding sound came from the cot as it moved slightly from our movement but
she did not seem to notice. My cock had hardened and it made contact with her
stomach. I bent it downward and released it; causing a smacking sound when it bounced
against her thigh. Her leg raised and our pelvises moved in unison. My tongue roamed her
mouth and there was a wet feeling against my cock.

The cot moved again and made a raking sound as it hit the wall.

“We can’t do this,” her breath was halting as she pulled away from me.

I wondered if she was testing my honesty or if she really had not seen the
slight bulge the condom made in my sock. I decided to test her.

“I can pull out,” I said with a conviction that would have convinced a jury.
‘I could always surprise her by pulling the rubber out of my sock if it came
to that,’ I thought.

“I’ve heard that one before,” she laughed as she pulled farther away.

“I’ll pull out and cum on your back,” this was my last chance.

“Who taught you that?” Her voice was sarcastic but she knew the answer.

I leaned in and took one of her nipples in my mouth. Her immediate reaction was
to grip my head in a effort to push it away but I had caught her off guard. Her
hands relaxed as my tongue flicked the nipple. My hand found her other tit
and gently twisted its nipple.

Her lips came to my ear and she whispered, “are you sure?”

[to be continued]