Jo Dawg - Lust with a Lady tonight

Her eyes returned to the mirror.

There was not a trace of the fact that she had borne a child. There were no stretch marks or any extra flesh on her body. Her breasts were still firm and large, her stomach flat, and her ass fleshy but solid.

Laura was not very tall, only five foot three, but she was perfectly proportioned for her height. She looked much younger than her years. Her hair was still worn in an easy, loose shoulder length style that was more indicative of younger women. The natural dark color was still lovely.

She ran her hands over her body. She cupped her tits from underneath and pushed them up. There was not far they could go, they were so firm. She was pleased with the way she looked. She thought that it wouldn't be too terrible to have a man's young body next to hers.

She quickly dismissed the thought. Her cheeks were burning with shame as she felt the water pour over her. She soaped up her cunt and washed away all the juices that she had gushed out from fantasizing about Wiley's stiff, hard young cock. She sighed from the touch of her own hand as she washed. The thoughts of Wiley again tried to intrude.

For the third time that day, her fingers found her clitoris and started to manipulate the hard, hot little button.

No, she thought this is ridiculous, silly. I'm a grown, mature woman. Sex and its cravings are normal. It's also normal to satisfy those cravings.

She decided, defiantly, that she would satisfy them, that very evening.

Wiley took a shower and turned off the lights. He started for the bed and then remembered. "Well, what the hell," he said to himself, and crossed to the door.

He unlocked it, cursing Trina but feeling a little tug in his groin at the same time.

He had asked for it. He should have kicked her out when she had first greeted him from his bed. Now he had to play along. He didn't want any trouble with her folks.

He unwrapped the towel, tossed it over the back of a chair and got into bed. Some moonlight seeped through the window. The shower had refreshed him. His body didn't feel so tired anymore. But he knew he needed a good night's sleep. He put a sheet over his body and then after a few minutes kicked it down to the foot of the bed with his heels. It was too hot for any kind of covering.

He was sweating. He closed his eyes and was ready to drop off, when the door opened. He kept his eyes closed. Maybe she would go away if she thought he was asleep.

He felt her body on the bed and then soft flesh was against him. A hand passed over his chest. He kept his breathing even. The hand made circles on his chest and the fingers stroked his flat nipples.

He was getting excited. He couldn't help it.

The hand traveled down to his belly, then under it and took hold of his swelling dick. The fingers stroked him until he was throbbing. He grew under the ministrations.

He felt lips on his belly and then a mouth went down to his thighs. She spread his thighs and started laying up the skin of his inner thighs. One hand grasped his balls, handling him roughly. He started to groan.

He felt the soft pillows of tits slide back and forth over his. It was warm and exciting. Already he could feel the cum boiling in the balls she held in her hand.

Then a warm mouth closed over the head of his dick. Down, down came the head. He lunged up, sliding his meat into her throat, far into her throat.

She gagged.

Wiley stopped pouring cock into her head and thought, That's funny, this afternoon she took the whole thing into her throat without gagging at all.

Then the head was bobbing furiously and the hand was squeezing his balls harder. Her tongue was doing fantastic things to the sperm tube on the underside of his prick.

Wiley loved every stroke of his meat going into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. He could come on almost any given lunge of his hips or bob of her head. But he was reluctant to give up the joy of fucking her hot, willing mouth. He didn't want to come and end the bliss. But the wild tricks she was performing on his prick with her tongue and lips became more, much more, than he could stand.

"Oh, baby, oh, shit, shit, you're gonna get my load!"

There was a mumbled groan around his prick and she sucked even harder.

Well, he thought, if that's the way she wants it, that's the way I'll give it to her!

Constant moans of delight filled the room from both of them as he ground his meat into her head and his cockhead against the roof of her mouth.

"Oh, shit!" he cried. "Suck it! Suck it out! Suck it off! I'm commming… there!"

He sensed his load hit the back of her throat like a thunderbolt. Her mouth went crazy. She sucked and milked his meat like a vacuum cleaner and squeezed his balls for more when the globs stopped coming.

But she didn't stop.

Her teeth continued to nibble the head and shaft of his cock. His body was fully awake now. Electric tingles roared through every fiber of his being. He was mentally awake, too, and each lash of the tongue pained and pleasured him.

He tossed his head from side to side on the pillow. He shivered as the wetness covered every inch of his dick. The mouth slid up and down.

"I'm ready," he croaked. "I'm ready again!"

The mouth didn't go away. It stayed there where it was, greedy and lustful. The teeth dug gently and the tongue lashed wildly.

His hands gripped the sheet and his body grew taut all over again.

Wiley bit his lower lip and his body spurted away, draining his balls for the second time in less, than ten minutes.

"Oh, God, baby. What a fucking blow-job. I'd like to fuck you, but I don't think I've got one left in me." He sank back, his eyes so heavy he couldn't have opened them even if he had tried.

He felt kisses on his belly and his chest and then the body was off the bed and the door was opening and closing.

She was gone.

He didn't wonder why or how or anything. He was pleasantly tired. He fell asleep.

Trina shook him awake the following morning. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Mom and I are fixing breakfast. You're invited."

He sat up and stretched. "Thanks. I'm hungry as hell."

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night," she said. "Morn heard us talking. I had to stay put."

"What?" He was still half asleep. He shook his head to clear away the cobwebs. "You… you didn't make it last night?"

"Well, you should know," she laughed. "I'll bet you're not sorry, either."

Wiley got out of bed. He saw Trina staring at his naked body. He had his usual morning hard-on.

"Beat it. I'll go down as soon as I pee. See you downstairs."

Fifteen minutes later, he found mother and daughter already seated at the Fines' dining room table. The father wasn't there, but Wiley could hear loud snoring from another part of the apartment.

As he sat, he scrutinized Laura Fine's face. She ran the tip of her tongue around her lower lip and winked at him. He grinned, salt and peppered his eggs, and dug in. So it had been the mother who had visited him the previous night. Well, he hadn't been disappointed.

After food, he felt better able to meet the day. Able to meet Celeste. He grabbed a cab and gave the driver the address that the girl at LaBelle's had given him.

The elevator took him up to the ninth floor, where he hunted for Celeste's studio. Near the end of the corridor, he found it, her name in gold on the slot near the door. CELESTE HARPER.

The door was open, so he went in.

The front room was spacious, warm, with an elaborate fake fireplace. He walked into another room and pulled up, short.

This room was bare, except for a long table laden with tubes of paint, a bottle of benzine, brushes. A woman stood in front of an easel, brush in hand.

The young girl from LaBelle's posed on a small dais in the middle of the room.