Mrs Batemanns Project

All characters are over the age of 18.

Way back in 1977 I was a naive 18-year-old. Summer was here and I wanted to spend it having fun. I was going to start college in the fall and luckily didn't have to work. Mom and Dad were fortunate and made good money. He was the VP of Advertising and Marketing for a major energy company and Mom was actually a successful author. I had a generous allowance and a car (a white '73 BMW 2002tii) It had been Dad's and he gave it to me at graduation.

I guess I should tell you about myself. I was a blonde-haired, skinny white boy with blue eyes and a big dick. Not that I'd done anything with it. It was just genetics. I knew I was bigger than my friends but none of the girls I knew were aware of that and I was too shy to advertise it. Hell, I wasn't even sure what to do with it. My first experiments with jacking off were surprising and yet disappointing. I wanted a woman. But as I said, I was painfully shy around the females of the species.

My best friend throughout school had been Rick Batemann. Rick had joined the Navy after graduating and was off at boot camp. Well, one day his Mom called. She said that with Rick gone, she needed help with a few things involving the pool and asked if I would come over. My Mom of course said yes without even asking me.

"Go on over to Olivia Batemann's and give her a hand with her pool."

I rang the doorbell and she let me in.

"Thank you for coming over Todd! I was hoping you weren't too busy."

"Not at all Mrs. Batemann," I replied. "Just listening to albums."

"That's nice, Rick likes the Eagles. Do you?"

"Oh yeah! They're awesome!"

She led me out into the back yard, Like most people in our neighborhood, she had a pool. "With Rick around, I never hired a pool service, but now..." She gestured at the pool.

Since Rick had been gone, it had accumulated a layer of leaves.

"No problem," I said. I'll take care of it."

She went inside and I set to work.

Amazingly it wasn't too bad. I was finishing up when I heard her come outside again. Now their pool was inside a privacy fence but when I turned around I was surprised. She was wearing a white bathrobe. Outside. In June.

Looking back I can say Mrs. Batemann was about 5'7", 130 to 140 pounds, and very curvy. Her tits had to be in the double to triple D range. Her wavy dark brown hair was worn most often loose and reached her shoulders. Of course, although I acknowledged her as attractive for a middle-aged woman, she was forty-one years old, but I hadn't really thought of her in a sexual way. I'd known her and Rick for twelve years. Her husband had passed away about six years earlier from cancer.

As I stared she dropped the robe onto a chaise. She was completely naked. She slowly walked over to the pool and down the steps. She finally turned to face me when she was waist-deep.

"I just love having a pool!" she said smiling. "And I hate the idea of paying someone to tend to it. Do you think you could do it for me?"

"Uhm... I guess so." I automatically answered.

"Wonderful!"

She turned over and floated on her back, slowly going the length of the pool. She turned and swam back then faced me again.

"Well?"

"Huh?"

I stared at her big tits as they floated in full view.

"Are you coming in?"

"Uh..."

"Todd, when a woman gets naked and invites you to skinny dip with her... you really should. Wouldn't you rather touch these than just stare at them?" she said as she cupped her breasts.

Okay, as I said earlier, I was awkward and nervous around girls and not experienced or confident. But the offer finally overcame my shyness and I quickly stripped and dove in. Now the view of her big breasts had aroused me somewhat, but my nervousness had prevented a full-blown hard-on. I suddenly found myself in front of her and she slipped her arms around me and pulled me close. She kissed me and I felt her breasts pressing into me. I felt my erection growing. She did too and reached down to grasp me. No one had ever done that. I almost came right then. But she was experienced enough to realize how careful she had to be. She smiled and released me after a moment.

"My, you are blessed, aren't you? Why aren't the girls all over you?"

I guess I blushed. "I...uh..."

"Oh? Really? You're still a virgin? Well, that won't do. That won't do at all. Here," she patted the edge of the pool, "sit here."

As I sat on the pool edge she toyed and stroked my cock gently while smiling at me.

"Such a nice, big cock." she said.

Then she kissed it, licked it up and down, and finally slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it as she stroked it. Her grip was firm and in no time I knew I was going to cum. I tried to warn her but she ignored me and I blew my load into her mouth.

Mrs. Batemann didn't miss a beat and continued to swallow it all as she stroked my jerking cock. I was stunned. I didn't know that was a thing. I had no idea a woman would do that. Of course, all I knew was that you touched a girl, she got wet, you got hard, you stuck it in, thrust until you came. Period. I truly knew no more than that. I had a lot to learn.

Mrs. Batemann finally finished and smiled at me. She continued to play with my cock.

"What? Did that surprise you?"

"Yeah... you just..."

"Swallowed your cum," she said matter-of-factly. "Some women like to. Some don't. I assume no one ever did that for you before."

I shook my head.

"Well, I like to. Especially with young guys. Otherwise, you might not last long once we start fucking."

My eyes popped.

"Oh yes! I intend to fuck you, Todd. What do you think about that? I intend to fuck you today and if you're good enough, all summer long."

She took my hands and pulled me into the pool with her. She kissed me again and again, slowly teaching me to do it right. I squeezed her tits and she guided me to be gentle and allowed me to kiss and suck on them.

See I loved big tits. Always have. My girlfriends had laughed at my infatuation and two had let me see and touch them. One had let me kiss and suck a bit. She might have been a C cup at best. These big, beautiful things were amazing! They were huge, soft, round and firm all at the same time. Her areola were large tan ovals and her nipples were thick stubs. I squeezed, kissed, sucked and played with them as she smiled and giggled.

"Boys! Every one of you are titty-crazy! You just can't get enough of my big titties huh? Well go on, enjoy yourself!" She said and laughed. But a minute later she pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My last girlfriend had allowed only a few french kisses and this was thrilling. Mrs. Batemann also began to fondle me again and when I was good and stiff, she climbed up the steps from the pool and lay on the chaise. She spread her legs and toyed with her pussy.

I followed and as I mounted her, she took my cock and guided me into her. She was wet and warm and it felt fantastic. She was still holding my cock and coached me to use short strokes in and out until I could fit deep inside of her.

"Oh god, Todd! That's it... nice and slow. God, you're so big! Oh, that feels so good! Yes, yes... that's it... oh soooo good, oh so good!"

We fucked nice and slow for a few minutes and then I warned her I was cumming again. She laughed and grabbed my hips and held me deep.

"Go ahead Todd, cum in me! Give it to me!"

I couldn't hold back and came, emptying my load deep inside of her.

"God! Yes! That feels so good!" she moaned.

When I had finished I pulled out and collapsed onto the second chaise. Mrs. Batemann began to play with her pussy and the flood of cum, thrusting her fingers in deep and rubbing it all over her pussy.

"Not bad..." she said. "A nice big cock, lots of cum... but you need training and practice. If you keep quiet about it... this is going to be an amazing summer."

Mrs. Bateman and I had sex again before she sent me home. I was fortunate that my parents were too busy and disinterested to notice my shit-eating grin.

The next day Mrs. Bateman "hired" me to help her with her rental properties. Mom and Dad bought it and thereafter, my daily disappearances were ignored.

I would arrive at her home and we would fuck immediately. This could be in any room of the house or at the pool. We fucked in the living room, bedroom, kitchen, guest rooms, even Rick's room. One day she led me into the garage and I fucked her across the hood of her '73 Coupe de Ville. She was wearing a nice skirt and blouse and as we kissed and groped, I found she was wearing no panties and was soaking wet. As I played with her pussy, she opened her blouse and lifted her tits from the bra. I bent her over the hood and took her from behind as she shouted encouragement at me. After a bit, she pushed me away and rolled onto her back with her hips on the fender and her legs in the air. As I fucked her, she played with her tits and moaned. When we finished, I had to back the car out and wash it.

Oh and she insisted that I always call her either Mrs. Batemann, Ma'am, or Mistress. Never Olivia or any affectionate nickname. I understand now that it was to keep me from becoming too casual in public. But at the time it was also fun. I would step up behind her in the living room and reach around to cup her huge tits. Nibbling on her neck I would whisper.

"God, Mrs. Batemann you are so sexy! I just can't help myself. I want to fuck you so bad!"

"Oh Todd," she would reply, "if you insist."

She would bend over the sofa and I would lift her skirt and finger her pussy before slipping my cock into her wet folds and snug, warm depths.

"Oh Mrs. Batemann, that feels so good!" I would moan.

"You feel good too Todd. such a big cock!"

Then after fucking for a while.

"Oh Mrs. Batemann, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum Mrs. Batemann!"

Sometimes she would let me cum inside her, sometimes she would turn and suck me off. Once she didn't turn fast enough and I sprayed my load all over her face and the front of her dress. I expected her to be angry but she simply smiled.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Batemann!"

"That's okay, it happens," she said as she wiped the cum from her face and sucked her fingers. "But this dress... come help me change."

This went on almost daily for three full weeks. I was coming home tired and my cock was sore, but I was thrilled. I mean this woman wanted a lot of sex! We were fucking at least three times a day! I learned to be a good fuck of course, but more than that, she taught me to be a great kisser, a skilled cunnilingist, and an attentive lover. I learned foreplay, physical and mental, and to focus on pleasing her knowing that the journey to her orgasm was fun and pleasing to me and that my own orgasm was always just minutes after hers. It was thrilling to feel her pussy squeezing my cock as she came. That, coupled with her vocalizations (be they cries of pleasure, squeals of delight, or shouts of ecstasy) always made me cum. And beyond all that, she was paying me cash every Friday to keep up the illusion that I had a legitimate job. I thought I was in heaven.

Man, was I wrong.

July 1st was on Friday. Mom and Dad had wanted to go on vacation that week and the next. I didn't of course and Mrs. Batemann came up with the ruse that one of her renters was moving and we had to clean the place, paint and prep it for the next renter that week. Mom was upset but Dad said it was a good experience and I was left behind. I wanted to spend the night at her home but figured Mom would call me nightly to check on me. Mrs. Batemann instead came over and spent the night in my bed Thursday night. We made love for what seemed like hours and my bed was soaked. She simply threw a towel over the wetness and went to sleep.

This was the first time in my life that I had a woman sleep with me. I mean she went to sleep in my arms. I discovered that amazing feeling of a soft, sensual body pressed against mine. The next morning I woke up with the typical morning woodie but she wasn't interested until she'd had a chance to wake up and get some coffee. We did fool around elsewhere in the house, even going sixty-nine across my parent's bed. Then she said she had some things to do and told me to come over at four with an overnight bag.

When I arrived, there was another car in her driveway. A nice cream colored Mercedes 450SLC. A convertible with the heart of a sports car. When I went in, using the side door for appearance sake as she always insisted, I found Mrs. Batemann sitting in the living room with another woman. Mrs. Batemann was in her favorite wing chair, attired in a red skirt and white blouse. She waved me in.

"Ah, here he is," she said. "Todd this is Diane, Diane, Todd," she made the introductions. Diane stood and sized me up. She was tall, in her heels she matched my 5'11". Her hair was blonde and she was a bit more slender than Mrs. Batemann with smaller tits. She was tanned and her sleeveless dress was white with a deep V front and a fully pleated skirt. As she stepped closer I couldn't help but glance at her cleavage.

Diane traced the V with one finger and smiled. The other hand she placed on my cheek. To my surprise she kissed me. A nice deep, long kiss. A second kiss followed and I felt her hand slide down to my crotch where it squeezed my growing cock. As she stepped back, she grinned.

"Oh yes, he'll do nicely."

She kissed me again, this time with more passion. My hands found her waist and slid up her back. I had no idea why this strange woman was doing this but damn, I wasn't going to turn it down.

She broke the kiss and walked away. Picking up her purse and a small bag, she went up the stairs. I watched her long legs in that swishing skirt and stood there grinning. Finally, as she disappeared from view the enchantment was broken.

Mrs. Batemann stood and came over, wrapping her arms around me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Oh Todd, it's quite simple. You are going to go up to the guest room and fuck her brains out. The same way you fuck me."

"What?"

"Yes, she's waiting to fuck you. So go fuck her. Give her what she wants, any way she wants, for as long as she wants. Be polite and patient and above all, ask no questions!"

"She wants to have sex with me?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, don't look so shocked! Look, if she met you somewhere else and hit on you, suggested having sex, wouldn't you do it?"

"Uhmmm.... Well before you started fucking me, yeah. But now that we're fucking...."

Mrs. Batemann smiled, "And if you want to keep fucking me, you'll go up there and please her like I know you can. Think of it as practice."

She swatted my butt and pointed to the stairs. "Go."

I knocked on the door but it was slightly ajar. I went in and closed it behind me. Diane was standing at the foot of the bed. With barely a sound, the dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor around her ankles. She paused a moment to let me gaze at her naked body. She was nicely tanned except for the white skin of her breast and bikini area. The stark tan lines were strangely erotic, obviously she tanned in a small string bikini. Her tits were about a C cup and her areola large and round with little pink nipples. Her waist was slim, and her hips round and firm. She was proud of her body and liked showing it off it seemed.

"Your turn," she said.

I stripped and as my growing cock was freed, she grinned broadly. She climbed onto the bed and uncrossed her legs, revealing a pussy covered in short, sandy straight hair.

"I'm told you have a talented tongue... Show me."

I started with kisses on her ankles and slowly moved up each leg to her knees and then up her inner thighs. By the time I reached her pussy she was gasping and breathing rapidly. I could smell her arousal and she was already quite wet, beads of fluid lined her inner lips and she tasted sweet. I did my best to focus on pleasing her as Mrs. Batemann had taught me. Soon her hips were rocking and her hands were squeezing her breasts. A cry of ecstasy and a gush of juices confirmed her orgasm. I lapped up the tasty wetness and looked up at her.

"Oh god!" she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me now!"

I slid my knob against her wet slit and pushed it in. She was so wet it slid in easily. A few thrusts and I was all the way in.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she panted.

I held it deep and kissed her, then she grabbed my head and stared deep into my eyes.

"Fuck me!"

I started thrusting in and out and she moaned and groaned in pleasure. Soon I rose to my elbows and picked up the pace. Her pussy was making wet squishy sounds and her tits were bouncing. I couldn't last and came, pumping my load in her. She gasped.

"Oh god! Oh god no! Not yet! Don't stop! Oh no!"

I sat up to catch my breath and as I pulled out I could see the cum start to flow out of her pussy. I found it weirdly erotic. Very erotic. Mrs. Batemann usually either played with it, ignored it, or wiped it up with tissues. I'd never actually watched it. I reached down and toyed with it, running my fingers through it and spreading it over her pussy.

Diane was watching too. I spread a glob over her clit and she twitched and gasped. I slipped two fingers inside of her and she moaned. I stroked the inside of her pussy behind her clit and she bit her lip and groaned. I kept it up and she was soon gasping and trembling. She started pinching her nipples as I stroked faster and faster. Cum was everywhere. Then she threw her head back and cried out,

"OH FUUUCK! GAAAAAAHHHH!"

My cock was hard again and I shoved it in, pushing all the way in one, hard, violent thrust.

"AAAAAHHH! OH FUCK!" she screamed.

I could feel her pussy spasming around my cock, squeezing and releasing over and over again.

Diane grabbed my hand and placed it over her mouth and screamed again and again. I started thrusting. Slowly pulling out until only my knob was inside then thrusting hard, slamming our bodies together. Each time, she screamed into my hand. I began thrusting faster and she started sucking my cum drenched fingers. Soon I was up on my knees, gripping her legs and pounding her furiously.

Diane was gasping and moaning and weeping as she grabbed and pulled on the sheets. I had no idea what I was doing, only that I couldn't stop. I was overcome with desire and passion and need. I have no idea how long I fucked like that, but finally felt the release coming and came again. I finished and pulled out, watching again the flow of cum from her reddened pussy.

At some point Diane had stopped being coherent and was limp with her eyes rolled back and simply lay there moaning and humming. I lay next to her and cradled her head. After a minute her eyes focused on me and she smiled. I kissed her and pushed the hair from her face.

I laid down and she rolled onto her side next to me. She lifted one leg up and over me and I could feel the wetness on my hip. After a bit I dozed off.

I was awakened by Diane stirring and sitting up. She smiled at me and went into the bathroom. When she came out she seemed more composed and sat next to me. She gently toyed with my flaccid cock.

"That... That was amazing."

"Thank you."

"I... I, uh... I came, uh... I came a lot. I've never... had that happen, that intense, that... long. God, a part of me wants to do it again. But I don't think I could take another session like that."

"So we take it easy this time," I said. My cock was growing as she played with it.

Diane smiled and straddled me. We kissed and I caressed her hips and back as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. She reached down and guided it into her pussy and slowly slid down onto it. I let her ride me at her pace. She liked it slow and I caressed her thighs, hips, waist and breasts as she rose and fell. The slow pace was nice, I relaxed and studied her, my mind wandering.