Ron Taylor: Nympho sisters next door

She went on talking about the complexities of sorting and routing the huge amounts of incoming and outgoing mail, but Dwayne wasn't really listening. Fuck, he thought, anybody could handle mail!

He eyed Thalia, appraising her compact but firm-looking body.

She was at least thirty-eight, he figured, but that wasn't important. Older broads were sometimes the best fucks of all. They had been around the track a few times and knew all the nastiest tricks.

Like, Robin, his last girlfriend, had been a dynamite fuck, but she'd been cherry till she met Dwayne. Sticking his prick in her had been like fucking a mousetrap – a wet hot mousetrap – but she had never gotten the knack of sucking his cock. He'd tried often enough to teach her! Her mom, on the other hand, could gobble prick like a wolf in heat. And when he'd suggested that it might be fun to try something a little different, Mindy had rolled over and pulled her asscheeks open, so that her little brown shitter winked at him. She'd told him: "I thought you'd never ask, baby! Why don't you put that sweet tool of yours straight up my Goddamn asshole?"

Looking at Thalia now, Dwayne wondered if she'd ever taken it up the ass.

As she walked wound the vault-like room, there was a swing to her ass that suggested to Dwayne this lady might possibly be amenable to the idea.

She was petite and blonde, pretty good looking, with the promise of a nice compact body under her clothes. She kept looking back at Dwayne, and he kept smiling in his natural way, and he could feel her melting a little with each smile.

He followed her into the adjoining copy room.

"The toner is in the cabinet here. You have to check the level at least once a day. These machines get a heavy workout. Oh, would you come here, a sec? I can't quite reach it…"

She pointed up to a door in the cabinet, about four inches higher than her arm could stretch.

Dwayne brushed against her as he reached up and opened the door. He felt the pressure of her tit touching his arm, and he looked down at Thalia, smiling. Her tit was very firm and round against him, and the flutter in her eyes as he looked at her told Dwayne all he wanted to know.

Thalia backed up against the copy machine. She was breathing a little heavily. Aunt Jo had turned him over to her when she brought him to work today.

"Thalia will show you the ropes," Joanna had said, before going off to her own station.

Dwayne had had a nice little fuck yesterday afternoon, with that cute crazy blonde nymphet from next door. She could screw like a house on fire, sure, but she was just a kid and not half as hot as she thought she was.

Last night he'd gotten a flash of another delicious blonde who must have been Chloe's older sister, and he was determined to make the acquaintance of the yummy number who'd done that sexy strip while he beat his meat in appreciation.

He moved against Thalia, brushing against her with his body. He felt her shiver slightly.

Older women usually did that, when a young guy was making a play. As if they were a little unwilling, sure, but not a turn-off by any means.

He looked down at her, and she glanced away, but her eyes came back to meet his, and he knew he was going to get it, if he wanted it. He took another look, up and down Thalia, and he decided that he wanted it.

"I really appreciate your helping me out," he said, his hands coming naturally to rest on her slim waist. He touched her hipbones.

She felt very firm for a woman her age. She hadn't gone to flab at all. He eased his body against hers, brushing her with his cock-bulge for only a moment. But in that moment, she felt the power of his prick, and he saw her eyes open in surprise.

Dwayne pressed inward, stroking her again, while he held her hips and waist.

She was breathing harder, and her tits lifted and fell beneath the front of her shirt. The edge of her tie lay atop one rounded, curvy fit, and it moved up and down. His eyes followed the motion.

"What do you think you're doing, young man?" she asked in a hoarse breathless voice. "If you touch me, I'll scream…"

"There's nobody else on the floor," Dwayne whispered.

He leaned in, nuzzled her cheek, pushing back the blonde hair to get at her earlobe with his lips.

"Please!" Thalia whispered, urgency vibrating in her voice. "I don't want to do this. I'm a respectable woman. I'm a mother. I've been a widow for four years."

"Then you're probably overdue for it," Dwayne smirked, grinding his crotch against Thalia.

His prick was already half-erect inside his jeans, and the denim had begun to stretch as his cock pushed it outward. He moved up and down, giving her a full-length feel of what he had.

She drew back her hand and slapped him, hard, across the face.

His head jerked, and he caught her wrist, bending it back until she opened her mouth in choking protest. Dwayne rammed his lips to hers, fucking her mouth immediately with his thirsty tongue.

She gasped, then her body went soft under his, and she put her arms around his neck, pulling his face down tighter, closer. Her saliva began to flow into Dwayne's mouth and her tongue played with his, dueling, teasing. She spread her legs and he moved into the fork of her body, shoving his ever-hardening prick insistently against Thalia's pussy-mound.

They dry-humped for what seemed like an eternity. He could sense the hesitancy in her, and he used his mouth and hands knowingly, warming her up step by step. He opened her blouse and reached inside, cupping her small firm tits.

She wasn't wearing a bra, just a smooth satiny slip. It did nothing to contain the growing heat of her tits as he squeezed and massaged them. Her nipples hardened in his palms. Her thighs enfolded him, began to flex around his legs, her cunt-mound grinding provocatively against his jeans-bursting prick.

He kissed his way down her neck, puffing the blouse free of her shoulders as he did so. Her slip was deeply vee'd in front, and his mouth moved down onto the exposed inner cleavage of Thalia's tits.

"Oh, you shouldn't be doing this…" she gasped, running her fingers through his hair, guiding his face lower and lower into the vee of her slip.

He slid her shoulder straps down, and the garment fell, baring her tits to his eyes and mouth. They were perfect tits, with totally stiff pink nipples. Like pale cherries set atop a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Dwayne licked his finger and stroked one of her nipples, feeling Thalia's body quiver in response. He squeezed, and she lifted upward, along low sigh coming from her. He turned his face to the other tit and let his tongue graze teasingly across the pink point.

His mouth opened, and he sucked her tit inside, feeding on her tit as if he were a nursing baby. The longer he sucked, the more vigorously he sucked, tweaking her nipple with his mouth, caressing it with his tongue.

His teeth gnawed gently into the firm cone of Thalia's tit. He felt her nipple throb against his lapping tongue. The other nipple, still squeezed between his fingers, lengthened responsively, the flesh heating up.

He leaned back, licking his lips as he smiled up at the older woman.

Thalia stood there, bare to the waist now. Her slip had fallen and her tits were heaving as she stared at Dwayne.

"What the hell am I doing?" she asked dazedly as she worked the slip down over her hips and let it slide down her legs.

Under the slip, she was wearing panties and pantyhose.

Dwayne didn't really like pantyhose, unless the lady was bare under them. He thought of the hot teenager he'd watched last night, and the garters and stockings she'd worn as she paraded nearly nude around her bedroom, and his prick got a little harder, if that was possible.

His cock was already so hard that he felt as if his pants would burst or his cock would shatter in about two more seconds. He stood up, reaching for his belt, his zipper.