If you are looking for love and romance, stop right here! This is a story about two adults who are not married to each other. They enjoy having nasty, dirty, kinky, depraved sex. This story includes virtually every perverted sex act you can think of between a man and a woman, with no reluctant participants.
Obviously I was interested in taking what I had learned from Nan and, apply it' with another horny, married woman whose husband was working out of the country.
All my friends were trying to get to first base in the back seat of a car and I had been fucking a real, adult woman for six months and had just been offered a shot at another one. Nan had, in so many ways, 'made me a man.' With Francine, the roles would reverse, somewhat, as I used the knowledge Nan provided to satisfy Francine's sexual needs---and my own.
Francine called the next day and my step dad answered the phone. She said she wanted to hire me to do some work around the house and asked if I would be available. My step dad smiled across the room at me and told her he was sure I had the time and handed me the phone. He covered the phone, whispering so mom wouldn't hear.
"All the fucking details, young man. Remember our agreement."
Francine picked me up the next morning. Knowing where this relationship needed to go, I was very relaxed and chatty. I started by complementing this woman, almost twice my age, on her outfit; it was obvious that she had picked it carefully---it screamed, 'fuck me'.
I told her she really looked great, even touching her hair once in the car and asking her about her new hair style. As she pulled into the car port, I went to the back to get my tools; I had to move past her, and in so doing my crotch rubbed firmly against her full, but not unattractive, behind. I put my hands on her shoulders to slide by with a very polite and respectful, 'excuse me.'
The work was handyman stuff. I was a pretty fair carpenter, plumber and electrician; when you grow up in rural America, you learn how to fix things at an early age. I quickly took care of the squeaking steps, broken door locks, running toilets and such. No one had air conditioning in those days. I removed my shirt and glistened with sweat.
Several times I called on her to help, to hold something or grab a tool, but more often than not I could have completed the task without her. I would ensure that whatever I asked for her to help with, it meant standing or kneeling very close to me.
More than once I would reposition her with my hands, initially on her shoulders, but as I got bolder, on her hips, letting my strong hands linger longer than was required. I was getting off on it.
Once, as she was positioning a picture she wanted hung on the wall, she slipped off the step stool and I grabbed her to prevent her fall, getting a little more tit and thigh than was required. She ran a hand over my well muscled arms and made some comment about how strong I must be to have caught her as she fell.
Another time, she held the top of a faucet set as I worked under the kitchen sink. The back of my head was nestled in her mound and she actually moved forward, pushing her muff into the back of my head. Even through her clothes and my hair I could feel the warmth. She was aroused and her box was flushed with blood.
Now I was really getting off on it, trying to decide whether I should go for the close that first day, or leave her wanting more. We all know the answer to that question' hell,I was 18 and horny and she wanted to fuck.
We broke for lunch, and I couldn't imagine what else she needed me to fix. She sat next to me at a little window seat and asked me questions about school, sports and dating. She fiddled with her hair and opened and closed her thighs. She tapped her feet.
When she got up to get something, I moved just a little bit closer to her side, so that when she returned, she would either have to be touching my thigh with hers or sit somewhere else---and there wasn't anywhere else to sit. I complemented her on the wonderful lunch.
Sitting down, her white shorts were stretch across her crease, clearly defining her feminine treasures and revealing the smallest hint of a wet spot. She was beginning to perspire.
She excused herself to go to the bathroom, returning and jamming her sturdy little thigh right up against me. She had unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse and removed her bra; as I turned to look, her hard nipples were clearly visible.
She placed a hand on my thigh and turned toward me, smiling, as if she was about say something profound and I leaned in the short distance and kissed her, full on the mouth, warm, wet and carefully probing. Her hand came up behind my head and she returned the kiss, moaning softly, probing my mouth with her anxious tongue.
Without any preliminaries, she moved her warm little hand up under my shorts and just grabbed my cock, her eyes opening wide as she discovered how long,fat and hard I was. I ran my hand up under her shorts to discover an almost completely shaved pussy and no panties.
I pushed the table back with my foot, unbuttoned the shorts and jerked them over her full rear end, pulled them down her legs and depositing them on the floor. I slipped the palm of my hand under her ass and began to massage her nub with my thumb. She stopped moving the hand on my cock, simply holding it softly. I unbuttoned the blouse with my other hand, softly lifted and massaged her massive tits and continuing my oral assault on her mouth. She came within seconds. Francine would become my first tit fuck a few days later; her tits were specifically designed to have a stiff dick thrust between them.
I completely removed her blouse. She bent down and yanked my shorts to my feet and I kicked them off. We were both naked. I looked her in the eye, stood in front of her as she sat by the window with my feet slightly apart and slowly jerked my prick, just inches from her face.
Without the slightest hesitation, and sitting at the perfect height to do so, she took my cock in her mouth and performed an absolutely astounding and totally satisfying blow job. It was soft wet and warm, making me cum quickly. She swallowing every drop.
I knelt down to kiss her, and she got even more turned on---evidently hubby didn't kiss after she sucked him off. I turned her around on the bench seat so that she was looking out the window; went back to my knees and tongued her tight little ass hole. She was not expecting the anal exploration. She whimpered and started moving her ass back against my tongue.
I played with her quim. I stood up, judged that this pussy was ready, a bit looser than Nan's, but dripping with secretions. I just drove the whole eight inches up her fuckhole. I placed one hand on her hips and the other on her shoulder. I diddled her dirty hole with finger and thumb, ultimately fucking her tight little sphincter right up to the knuckle.
