Again, my thanks and appreciation to all those readers who voted and made comments on Chapter 2. This chapter grew rather larger than I had anticipated, with all the ideas that I wanted to put down, but I decided to keep it as one entity. It will be the last chapter for these characters, I think...
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It sounds clichéd, but I really did wake up the next morning with a raging hard-on; it may have been something to do with Sylvia, who was up on one elbow, supporting her head with one hand and using the other to stroke my cock; a blend of slow masturbation and gentle raking of her manicured nails along my shaft. As my eyes focussed she bent her head to kiss me and I could taste toothpaste on her breath.
"Good morning, darling. Your breakfast's ready."
"What, no foreplay?"
"Oh I had my foreplay before you woke up" Sylvia smiled and, laying back down, slid her hand between her legs before reaching over and offering me two slick, shiny, red-tipped fingers to suck. I didn't need a second invitation. Rolling over I knelt up, shaking the duvet off, and positioned myself between her outstretched legs.
Grasping her behind each knee I pulled Sylvia down the bed towards me until my glass-hard penis rubbed up against her labia. Taking my cock in one hand I guided it to her entrance and leaning forward and taking my weight on my arms, I sank the whole eight inches of my rigid meat into her wet and waiting cunt.
There was a muted slurping noise as I entered her and Sylvia arched her back, sighing with pleasure. I began a long, slow rhythm, pulling out until the head of my cock stretched her vaginal entrance and pushing in until my balls slapped up against her anus. Sylvia brought her arms around me, grasping my shoulders and digging into the flesh with her nails. Her legs tightened around my buttocks and she met my thrusts, pushing her sopping cunt onto my rock-hard shaft.
We quickly established a glorious rhythm with a soundtrack of sucking and squelching from below and increasingly loud moaning from Sylvia. Occasionally I would lower my body to kiss her swollen and excited mouth, and this had the effect of increasing contact on her clitoris, bringing her to the brink of climax.
For the first time in our lovemaking I felt totally in control, and at the same time thrilled and excited that I could bring this fabulous, sexy, mature lady to such a pitch of ecstasy. It was that feeling of control that prompted me to test the boundaries a little and, withdrawing from her, I leaned down and buried my head in her soaking crotch. Pushing her legs back with a hand on the back of each thigh I licked from the bottom of her slit to her rigid clitoris, inhaling her scent and drinking her viscous, translucent juices. As my tongue rasped over her labia, I tried to push it inside her and at the top of each stroke I would suck her clit into my mouth, gently trapping it with my teeth while the tip of my tongue flicked over its sensitive surface. The strokes of my tongue became longer and started to encroach on the neck of skin between her vagina and her anus. Encouraged by her increased gasping and bucking I went further, dragging my tongue over the golden puckered rosebud of her anal entrance and even trying to push into its tight interior.
Finally, concentrating my mouth on her clitoris, I pushed my middle finger slowly into her saliva-lubricated rectum. Sylvia came in a welter of screaming and crying my name, her hands pushing my head hard into her pussy. Before she had fully come down from her climax I entered her again and started to fuck her seriously hard, angling my cock slightly to increase the friction from her cunt. Mashing my juice coated mouth against hers I thrust almost savagely and she responded by clawing at my back and kissing me back with wild abandon. I came quickly after this, feeling the release as my cock pumped string after string of hot spunk into my grandmother.
Afterwards we pulled the duvet back over us and she lay in my arms.
"John that was simply the best sex I have ever had."
"I think it was for me too." In the ensuing silence I contemplated her words of the previous evening; it seemed like a good time to raise the subject again. "Sylvia, what things have you never tried that you'd like to?" I held my breath as she considered her reply.
"Well," a pause, "one thing that I've thought about a bit," another, longer pause, "I've often thought about being tied to the bed... How would you feel about that?"
Fucking ecstatic, actually! "Well I'd certainly like to give it a try, if you're comfortable with that?"
That was the end of that particular conversation for the time being and we got on with the mundane tasks of getting up and showering and eating. Sylvia had planned to have her friend round for tea later in the afternoon so she fussed around baking a cake while I got down to some serious university work, which wasn't easy given the sexual turmoil going on inside my head. However, I stuck at it and was feeling quite virtuous as I entered the drawing room about 4pm to find Sylvia and her friend, Nina deep in conversation and generally embroiled in the tea and cake ceremony.
"John, you haven't met Nina."
I smiled a hello and went over to take her hand and kiss her on the cheek. I suppose Nina was in her mid-fifties; second generation Asian and attractive in a dark and very slightly heavily built way. When she smiled at me the contrast between her red lips and dazzling white, even teeth was actually quite alluring.
"Hello, John. Sylvia's told me all about you and how nice it is to have a man about the house again. She's lucky to have such a handsome grandson; I wish I had one like you living with me."
Well in the first instance I sincerely hoped Sylvia had done no such thing and secondly, was Nina flirting with me? Or was it just the Asian style of speech?
"Well it's great living so close to Uni and grandma (I flicked her a slight grin) looks after me very well so I think I've fallen on my feet. Well I guess you two want to get back to your conversation..." Apparently they didn't and both indicated that they would prefer me to stay and so, adopting the pose of a dutiful grandson, I politely joined in with their conversation, tea and cake.
Rather surprisingly I enjoyed myself. Both ladies were good company; Sylvia had known Nina for over thirty years and they were full of little joint reminiscences and anecdotes, some really entertaining. I was actually sorry when Nina rose to leave just before 6 o'clock.
"It was lovely to meet you, John. I hope I'll see you again some time." Then she gave me a hug and a resounding kiss on the cheek. Sylvia came back from the front door smiling.
