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She woke up hot, and after climbing out of bed, she debated whether it was a bad dream, or menopause. She took a cool shower, which rinsed off the sweat but turned her nipples into firm buds. She toweled off and twisted her hair back up, and stared at herself in the mirror, pondering just how long it had been since she'd had sex.

10 years? she thought. Her husband had died in a drunk driving incident, and there had been just once after that when she been pretty low. He'd been married and she had felt sick when she found out, and since then, she'd relied on the usefulness of toys.

She sold her house, and bought an apartment in a college town. Now she owned 2 buildings each with 8 units. She lived on the second floor of one, in the smallest one bedroom, since she'd taken the first available. Her periods had been erratic over the last year and she figured this was a sign that her body was falling apart. Not that you could tell by looking at her, her husband had been virtually sterile, so she'd never been pregnant, no stretch marks on her body, her breasts were full. Though of late her nipples seem to get hard and stay hard with no effort.

So it wasn't a surprise that when she drifted back to sleep she dreamed of having them sucked to a glorious orgasm. When she woke up, she could smell her orgasm on her sheets, and with a sigh she bundled up her bedding and some towels to take down to the laundry room.

It was a warm day in May and her nipples were protesting every bra she tried on, and so she decided to just go braless, and she threw on a simple knit cotton sundress, in a navy blue and white pattern, that almost concealed the state of her nipples.

She didn't think about underwear until she was loading the washing machine, and then feeling horny, and grumpy she sat on the washing machine and masturbated. She had no idea she was being watched as she got off just before the final spin cycle.


OOC so looking for someone to play the multiple men she winds up fucking. Please PM a character intro
 
Toby Latham staggered down the stairs to the laundry room wash basket in hand and a little hung over from the combination of pulling an all nighter for his college exams and the drink he had along with it. His tall lanky form with a mop of unruly blonde hair made him look like some 80's rock star, although right now a rock star than just rolled out of bed. He was dressed in boxers and a tshirt and that was it, they hardly hid much of anything on him if he was honest but he just hadn't had the will power to hunt out jeans and shoes to just walk down here to do his laundry. He usually managed to get the laundry room to himself but as he descended he could hear the machine going and knew someone else was probably down there. He stopped and considered just going back to his room and coming back down another time, but the thought of the climb back up to the apartment he shared with his college mate just made him groan. With a shrug he walked down the last few steps and turned into the room ... and stopped.

His landlady was sitting on the machine as it rumbled under her and it was obvious she was enjoying it. He pulled back a little as she hadn't seen him and watched her. He had always thought she was hot, older women being an unfulfilled fantasy of his for years, but right now in the thin blue and white sun dress which didn't hide the fact her nipples were rock hard and poking through excitedly, she looked incredibly sexy. She really did have incredible tits, Toby considered. He wasn't sure how old she was, but she had kept herself in shape and he had jerked off more than once imagining some super sexy run in with her. As she finally hit her orgasm he realised his hand was down the front of his boxers, stroking his very hard cock. This could be his only chance he thought ... but also if she got mad he might end up looking for somewhere else to live. Well, as his coach always said, fortune favours the brave. With that he dumped his basket at the door and walked into the room with a cocky smile on his face.

"Enjoying yourself, ma'am?"
 
Mrs. Foster

She was startled, blushed, then slowly let her eyes drift down. It was one of the third floor tenants, he lived in a two bedroom with another college kid for a room mate. Her eyes drifted lower, and upon seeing his obvious arousal she felt a need building inside her again. Masturbating had not been enough, she wanted to feel warm living flesh between her legs, and she lifted the hem of her dress letting it rest at her waist, showing off the dark nest of hair, not too wild, but not waxed into nothingness.

"I'd rather enjoy you," her voice was husky and she hardly recognized it. She knew this wouldn't go anywhere he was graduating in a few weeks and moving out at the end of the month. Somehow that made her feel like he was suitable prey.

She slipped off the washer, removed her wet laundry, bending over to put it in the dryer, wondering if he was going to take her up on the offer. She put the quarters in and pressed start, and she wondered just how long he would last.
 
He hadn't honestly thought it would be this easy. Was she really flirting and cock teasing him right out in the open? Well, duh, yeah, she just had and he was already throbbing from seeing the trimmed neat hair on her pussy. he licked his lips as she moved her washing to the dryer, bending over to push it in and start the machine. Fuck it! ... Toby thought, she wants it or she wouldn't have flashed me.

Clearing his throat which was suddenly very dry he quickly moved over to where she was bent over and stopped just behind her. His hands slowly moved to her hips, caressing her through the thing dress. he looked down as his hands moved up her sides then suddenly boldly slipped under her and cupped her breasts. Oh yeah, definitely no bra and damn did they feel good in his hands! He could feel her hard nipples as he gently squeezed her tits, his fingers moving to those nipples to pinch as they were on offer being so hard. Then his hands moved off of them and down her stomach and around to her ass, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing them to before slowly pulling the dress up exposing her to his eyes. He actually gulped as nervous energy flooded him as her soft smooth skin was on show now, her ass firm and round and perfect. His hands caressed over and around it loving the feel of her skin on his as his cock slipped from the hole in his boxers and he didn't even noticed. 7" of cut hardness felt the cool air of the wash room as he let one hand drift down her ass and under and between her legs cupping her mound and the soft dark hair there. God she was so warm and .. wet ... oh damn, she was soaking!

"You want this bad don't you." He hissed now as his hand rubbed back and forth between her thighs. "You want my dick." It wasn't really a question, he knew she did, but part of him wanted to hear her say it, to make it more real.
 
"No Honey, I want it Good and hard and long," she shifted to sit back on the dryer, spreading her legs, touching herself. "I want your cock throbbing inside me." She stated boldly as she caressed her wet pussy, sliding a finger in, feeling my pussy lips slippery and warm as they pucker up as if to devour your cock.

She was trying to recall his name, Tony, Tommy, something like that and she found herself staring at his cock as it moved closer and closer.
 
Letting her move from where he had her bent over the dryer, Toby smiled at her words. Well, if she wanted him that bad why hadn't she come to his room before now, he wondered. Him and his flat mate would have done her well and hard. Moving between her legs he rubbed his cock head over her wet lips, teasing her more as he flicked it over her hard clit. He grabbed her dress and pulled at it till it slipped over her head showing him her firm breasts and he almost groaned seeing the hard nipples pointing up at him. Guiding his cock down a little he found her waiting lips and with a solid thrust of his hips speared her with 4" of his cock in one go. His hands went to her hips, pulling her onto him as he pulled back a little them rammed forward again, this time pushing all 7" deep inside her.

"Fuck, Mrs. Foster ... damn, your so fucking tight." He groaned as his hips started to pump in and out, his fingers gripping her hips hard, his nails sinking slightly into her smooth skin. Not enough to dry blood, but enough to leave a mark, but he really didn't care right now.

He was in heaven, his dream come true. All those wank sessions thinking of doing to his landlady exactly what he was doing to her right now. If only he had known, or had the guts to have made a move on her. Now all he had was two weeks before he graduated and had to move out ... but he had a feeling those two weeks would be so hot.
 
She felt wanton, freed, and strangely complete as he slide inside her. She moved her hips as much as she could to meet his thrusts, feeling his balls slap against her. She dug her nails into his back, just enough to make him feel it as her body released, the orgasm from deep within, satisfying yet still leaving her wanting more of him.

She urged him on, telling him to be a good boy, and fill her pussy. That they could be messy some other time. Which casually let him know there would be other times. She felt a strange stirring inside, as if she just couldn't get enough of his cock right here and now.

She hadn't felt this way in what felt like forever, she couldn't recall being so needy to be filled during or before her marriage. "Give it to me good and hard."

She wondered if she'd feel different tomorrow morning as he was filling her completely. She had heard being fucked so hard you couldn't walk straight afterwards, but she'd never understood it until now.

The power of having this young hard stud between her legs, was making her careless as she ground her pussy against him, feeling her own fluids on her inner thighs.
 
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Luckily Toby was a swimmer at the college he went to, the long hours of laps and competitions were paying off for him now as his stamina showed through. He became a fucking machine as he slammed into her realising no matter how hard he fucked her she wanted more. This gave him permission to go to town on the older woman sitting before him and his hips were almost a blur as he pounded her, his balls slapping against her ass as he reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard in his passions as he felt her nails bite into his back through his tshirt. For a split second he realised she was totally naked while he still had his shirt and boxers on, but it didn't matter, he understood now that this was just the first of what would be many (he hoped) sexually meeting with Mrs. Foster, his land lady.

Exactly how long they went at it on the dryer he wasn't sure but finally he felt his body starting to tighten up as his orgasm approached. He gritted his teeth trying to force it down and make this last, but then he figured why bother, enjoy it, fuck her longer next time when the slut let you, she obviously wanted it hard and messy and he knew he could accommodate that.

"Gonna cum inside you, slut .... fuck, so tight ... gonna fill your cunt ..."

The dirty talk flowed from him without conscious thought as his mind clouded with his orgasm and he grunted and growled as it hit him making him thrust hard one last time, driving deep inside her and holding as he started to cum hard. He could feel his balls tightening up as shot after heavy shot filled the woman under him. Toby's breath was now hard ragged pants as his finger pulled at her nipples. His eyes were closed tight , his teeth gritted until finally, as his muscles relaxed and he felt the last of his cum leave him he managed to stand up on weakened legs and pull from her, looking down at her still panting softly.

"Fuck ... Mrs. Foster, that was amazing." He grinned and quickly bent down to kiss her.
 
Mrs. Emilia Foster

Her legs wrapped around him, her strong thighs gripping him as if to try and pull his entire being inside her body. She was lost in the moment, his cock still inside, preventing his semen from escaping, the warmth of his ejaculation somehow soothing to her cunt. She gasped feeling her blood pulsing in her ears, in her tits, and to her pussy and clit.

She felt, well fucked, and after regaining her ability to breath, she felt him kiss her. It was quick, a smidge hesitant, and she slowly unwrapped her legs. Letting his body naturally pull away.

"You have no idea how much I needed that," she said. She smiled and adjusted her dress back up her shoulders and downward. "How about I get my laundry put away, give my pussy a respite, and you come up and join me?" it was half question half suggestion.

She slipped off the dryer, pulling the clean bedding and towels out. "I'm thirsty." She kissed him, full and soft on his mouth, hopeful that she would be walking funny tomorrow.

She took the stairs slowly, their was an elevator but she could feel fluid slowly running down her leg and she wanted to savor the sensation. She opened her door set her laundry on the bed and went to the bathroom. She shed her dress, looking at herself in the mirror, noticing her skin seemed firmer, her nipples darker. She shook her head, it was undoubtedly all in her head, she was imagining it. She got a wash cloth wet and gently cleaned her pussy, wondering if he'd want to taste her.

She tossed the wash cloth in the laundry hamper and ran one hand down between her legs and slowly inserted one finger, and slowly withdrew it. She put the finger to her lips and she licked their combined taste. She was almost startled at the knock at the door and figuring it was him she answered the door naked. The apartment across the hall was empty, the occupants on vacation, so there was no chance she'd be seen.
 
Toby had quickly thrown his washing into the machine and left it running as he almost ran back to his apartment. He took a quick shower, his room mate being out he had the place to himself. There was no way he was going to turn down Mrs. Fosters invitation, he could still feel her kiss on his lips and how good she tasted. Throwing on lose shorts and a tshirt he ran down to her apartment and stopped outside her door. He smoothed his hair down and looked himself over. As he hadn't bothered with underwear, he hadn't seen the point, his already hard cock was tenting the front of the shorts hard. No point hiding it from her, she had already tasted what he had to give. So he knocked and waited. For some reason he felt a little nervous but when she opened the door naked that nervousness vanished.

"Wow ... you look amazing."

He smirked looking her body over slowly as if taking possession of a prize. Her breasts looked amazing, firm, hard nipples and her dark haired pussy was an invitation to him. He swore he could feel the heat from her and the smell of her arousal. He stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him as he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Her firm breasts pushing into his toned chest, his tented cock bulge pushing on her lower belly and crotch as he was a little taller than her. His free hand slipped to the back of her head and held it as he kissed her passionately, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his eyes closed and he moaned softly. The hand on her lower back slipped down to cup her firm ass and squeezed, again as if he was sizing up his trophy. Finally breaking the kiss he stepped back a pace and smiled as he quickly pulled off his shirt and pushed down his shorts, now standing naked before her, his cock rigid and pointing toward her, his trimmed blonde pubic hair soft and beckoning. He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, gently pushing down.

"Why don't you show how talented that mouth is of yours, Mrs. Foster?" He asked huskily, his eyes gleaming.
 
Mrs. Emilia Foster

When he suggested she taste him, she smiled, and pushed him back against the door, before kissing down his body, kneeling. Feeling a moment of weirdness that my knees didn't ache and she began to make love to his cock with her mouth. He had showered, she could tell from the fresh clean feel of him, no trace of her upon his cock. At least not yet, she became wholly enthralled with his cock, moaning slurping, feeling a strange thirst and she pulled reluctantly away to speak.

"I want to fuck you again, but right now I want you to flood my throat." Then she resumed her joyful task, one hand playing with his balls, the other stroking her own warm wet needy spot. Her husband had never been able to cum in her mouth, he had tried, but he said he'd trained himself not to, as he been told from a young age that women didn't like that, and only sluts swallowed.

She never made a big deal about it, as he still enjoyed it, and after sex it was the surest way to rouse him for more action, of course his second erection was not this hard or firm, but it would last as long as she wanted. That felt like an eternity ago, and she found herself wondering how many times she could get this young stud to explode for her.
 
"Don't worry .... I'm gonna fuck you, in every fucking room of this apartment." Toby laughed then groaned as she attacked his hard young cock with a vengeance. "Shit, Mrs. Foster, leave some skin on that dick."

He wasn't serious, he had never had a blowjob like this and he was loving every second of her passionate and talented oral attack. He leaned on the wood of the door and closed his eyes, legs spread as she caressed and squeezed his balls as her tongue lashed around him, her lips sealed themselves to his dick and she sucked it down like a whore in heat. One of his hands found its way to her head, first caressing her soft hair, then wrapping it around his fingers and starting to use it like a handle to pull her face closer to his groan and pushing more of his cock into her mouth.

"Fuck you are good ..... so fucking good."

Now both hands were in her hair and his hips began to move fucking her mouth slowly at first but then as his passion and lust rose and he looked down at his land lady on her knees naked taking his cock Toby lost it. With a grow he began to ram into her mouth and throat, overtaken with desire to fill her mouth and belly with his warm hot seed.
 
Mrs. Emilia Foster

She growled a little when he yanked on her hair, feeling the vibrations rumble into his cock. She instinctively swallowed, gulping down the warm torrent of cum. She was looking forward to fucking him in every room, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, on her bed, on the floor, and more.

She gentled her mouth now that he had exploded, and softly let his cock fall from her mouth seeing it slick and juicy. She kissed her way back up his body, taking her time to lick and taunt his nipples, lingering along the thin skin over his collar bone.

"I'd like you to call me Mrs. F," I ran my tongue around inside my mouth, seeking any trace deposits of his cum before kissing him on the lips. "Or fucking lady," she added pressing her warm lush body against his, deliberately locking the door she'd just pressed him against.

"Are you hungry?" I glanced at a clock, it was close to noon, I'd been fucking around with this man all morning.
 
"Yeah... kinda." Toby laughed still a little flushed and out of breath.

Mrs. Fosters demeanour was both confusing and arousing. One minute she was obeying him and seemingly loving him in control and the next she was kissing him with his own cum taste in her mouth and telling him to call her Mrs. F ... or Fucking Lady ... he wasn't sure that last one rolled off his tongue, but it still showed him how she considered herself. He might be younger than her but he wasn't slow on the uptake. He had heard her lock the door, but as she lived alone and he doubted anyone else had a key it was probably more an silent reminded to him that she was his for the day. Still both naked he followed her into the kitchen, looking out the window at the view, but he realised he couldn't keep his eyes off her for very long. It was as if she had become a drug to him. He needed to see her, touch her, taste her.

"Got a beer? Maybe a sandwich would do, I skipped breakfast." He announced leaning back on the counter arms crossed over his chest as he watched her with a smile. The look he was giving her was possessive, as if he was watching his property.

He felt a thin shine of sweat on his back, but now his body had stopped exerting itself it was vanishing, it still made him shiver a little. His cock was at half mast now, still wet from her oral ministrations but not dripping cum to the floor which he expected she was happy about.

"So ... Mrs. F ... you date much? Got a regular fuck buddy?" He asked honestly curious.

This whole day had been out of left field for him and he was curious how this sudden change in his land lady had happened and if he could expect another male lover to come barging through the door to fight him for her attentions.
 
Mrs. F

"So ... Mrs. F ... you date much? Got a regular fuck buddy?"

She felt like a switch had been turning on, but that it kept spinning as if unsure what setting it wanted to land on. One moment she felt completely submissive, the next fairly assertive, and she had a feeling sexually dominant was lurking on the dial.

"Actually I just woke up horny, and then when you presented yourself, well I decided that I wanted to grab your ass and pull you in, and I realized there was nothing stopping me, so I did."

It was basically what sucking him had been, she'd wanted to taste him, so she confidently took him in her mouth and devoured him.

"Are you offering?" she asked grabbing two beers from the fridge, briefly pressing them against her swollen nipples. "I bet with end of year assignments you don't have a lot of time to fit me in?" she asked as she pulled out roast beef, horse radish, cheese, and made 2 sandwiches. She put everything back in the fridge.

"Of course I could wake up tomorrow sore, and undesirable." She was joking, well only about the last part, she couldn't imagine this crazy lusty horny spell she was feeling was going to vanish that easily.
 
"I can't see you ever being undesirable." Toby stated with a toothy grin as he watched her make the sandwich and sipped on his beer. he walked to the counter and took his food and started eating the sandwich. "But waking up sore might be doable." He mumbled around the bite of food. "I got some work I need to do, sure ... I mean, I wish you had done this when I first moved in, we could have been going at it for months now."

He was a little disgruntled she hadn't, the thought of having this gorgeous woman as his fuck toy to relieve the stress of college was an amazing thought. Still, with two weeks left he wasn't going to waste what time he did have with her. That said he didn't want to flunk out on graduating either.

"I have to make sure I graduate or my parents will kill me." He necked the rest of the beer which helped cool him down and he finished the rest of the sandwich which really hit the spot. Wiping his hand together to clean them of crumbs he walked up behind the woman and slipped his hands to her hips. "But I am yours all today." He whispered in her ear as he kissed her neck and his hands slipped around her to cup her magnificent breasts and squeeze.

Toby's dick was obviously ready for round two, or was it round three, Toby wasn't sure how to score it, by he rubbed his re-energised cock on her firm ass as his fingers found her nipples and pulled on them as his lips kissed their way down her neck and shoulders.
 
"So when will you be next available?" she asked having finished her sandwich and beer about the same time, cleaning off the kitchen countertop. She enjoyed the feeling of him behind her and she offered no resistance when he bent her over it.

She was surprised at how fucking horny she still was, and felt maybe it was his youthful vigor, and she wished it had happened earlier so she could have been fucking him for months instead of weeks. "I bet your room mate would be jealous, since I doubt we could have been discrete if we had being fucking for months." She saw his room mate briefly in her mind, tall blonde, sort of a Nordic looking guy.

"Ahhh," she moaned as his cock brushed against her warm needy greedy snatch. "I have a tough time believing you've been single all this time." She pushed back against him, trying to recall the last time she'd been taken from behind and failing to pinpoint a time, she'd always enjoyed doggy style but that had been a once a week thing, and then once a month thing, and then down to only when she begged for it thing as her husband preferred to fuck her face to face.
 
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"Maybe day after tomorrow." Toby answered her question as he teased her pussy lips with his cock head still pulling on her hard nipples before slowly pushing inside her with a grunt.

He placed one hand on the top of her back between her shoulders and pushed keeping her down over the counter top as he kicked her legs a little further apart giving him more room as he began to fuck slowly. He was enjoying himself and she was his now, he had her right where he wanted her. His hand left her breasts to caress down her body, over her stomach to find her clit with two fingers, slowly rubbing it in a small circle as his hips pumped back and forth driving his cock in and out of her pussy.

"Don't worry though, I'll be back for some of this pussy." He growled feeling possessive of what he had lucked into today.

He wondered if he should tell his flat mate, but smiled at that. Nah, if he did then he would be down here trying to hit Mrs. Foster up and Toby wanted her to himself. He left her pussy and stroked her round ass, then spanked it with one hard slap feeling the stinging on his palm but enjoying the soft glow of redness that grew on her smooth skin. He did it again.

"You're mine now!"
 
"Tuesday," she moaned, and found herself hoping she'd make it through Monday without him, and wondering what she would do is she was this horny tomorrow. But that was the future, right now she was enjoying him, thrusting inside her, his warm fleshy cock rubbing against her unprotected cunt. She'd heard about women who got all horny during menopause.

Was that it? was her body reveling in it's inability to procreate? if so she was almost glad her husband was dead, as he would not have been able to keep up with this kind of need.

She wans't sure how she felt about his possessiveness, after all he was leaving her at the end of the month. As he spanked her all thoughts of the future faded as she felt hotter, more wanton.

"Smack my ass," she panted barely able to speak she was enjoying it soo much. The sensations were new, her husband wouldn't have dreamed of hitting a woman, even sexually, and she just let herself enjoy it guilt free.

She should feel guilty, about using this boy, about forgetting her husband, and wanting Todd, Tony, or whatever his name was to fuck her hard, and explode deep inside her hot body. It was just fucking, and she felt no claim on him even as she wanted to be fucking him 3x a week.

"Fuck Yes," she moaned feeling her orgasm build, she really would have to check her ledger so she could call out his name on Tuesday.

Mrs. Foster worked part time, simple office work M W F, something to fill her days, and she donated most of the money to charity as her rental income took care of her daily living needs. She was glad to be going to work tomorrow even if it was just for a few hours in the morning, so she could sort out the brazen desire she seemed to have for this young cock.
 
Toby ran a hand up her shivering back to curl into her hair, pulling her head back as he rammed into her like some demented steam engine. His free hand smacked both her ass cheeks so hard his hand went numb, but he felt total satisfaction as they started to glow red from his ministrations. He panted and huffed over this woman body as he used it harder and harder even his youthful stamina was starting to reach its limits as he felt his third orgasm inside an hour start to squeeze his lower belly.

"Yesss, take my cock you bitch, you fucking slut ..... YESSSS!!!!!!!!!"

It wasn't so much a scream as a howl in animal pleasure as his cock began to cum inside the older woman. Each throbbing shot made his ass clench tighter, his teeth gritted, his eyes closed as his breath caught in his throat and his head fell back. There wasn't as much cum this time, he had shot pretty much all his daily quota inside her pussy and belly already, but that just somehow made it all the better and so much more intense. As his legs stopped shaking he pulled out of her and wiped his cum dripping cock on her round ass cheeks. They felt so hot on his tender cock from his spanking her that he grinned to himself and leaned back on the counter beside her having let go of her hair.

"I'm not gonna have to worry about using the gym for the next two weeks, that's for damn sure." He smirked as his body cooled down with a light sweat coating his smooth youthful skin.
 
Mrs. Foster lay spent and sprawled on the counter, feeling the sting of his slaps on her fleshy bum. She just lay there, relaxed her breath slowly returning to normal. She was surprised she could process what he was saying and she flirted back in her reply. "Because you are going to be using me?" she asked, one eyebrow raised impishly. She briefly wondered what it would feel like to get fucked while using the exercise equipment. she could just imagine riding a dildo bike would make her a lot more likely to go for a ride. She felt well ridden at the moment, her body felt like jello, and when she could finally move, she told him, "I need a shower, I'd like you to join me, and I want to suck our taste off you, and I understand if your cock feels over used, I just want to taste us. I have zero expectations, so anything you do is a bonus to me."

She ran a hand down his body, along his back, slowly winding up between his legs, she could feel that his balls were drained, and she felt a certain satisfaction that she had drained him.

"After that I'll let you catch up on things, and hope you'll be hydrated around dinner?" She felt the need to take a nap, but she didn't want to sleep with him. "I could order a pizza," she suggested. It had been a long time since she'd enjoyed pizza. Eating out alone wasn't really fun, and eating a whole pizza, meant she had pizza for 3 days.
 
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He shivered as her hands slipped between his legs from behind, her arm rubbing his tight ass as she felt his empty balls.

"Shower sounds good right now ... as does your mouth on my dick." He said with a small smirk. "And sure, pizza works ... can I watch your tv if you nap? I'll keep the noise down, promise."

He took her hand and led her to the bathroom of her own apartment and stepped into the shower pulling her in after him as he turned on the water. It quickly warmed up and felt good as it splashed over them both and washed the sweat from his lean body. He watched her kneel and start to suck him softly as the water hit his back, letting her clean his dick of their taste. He shivered a little, his cock sensitive right now, his balls aching a little to as they tried to reply to the pleasure her soft lips and tongue presented. He managed to get half hard in her mouth as he stroked her hair then he pulled her up and turned to push her against the wall.

"Let me wash you now." He stated as he looked her over.

He pulled a cloth from the rack and soaped it up and began to slowly caress her shoulders and arms with it, then over her breasts, rubbing the nipples a little before sliding it down over her stomach and between her legs to rub and clean her pussy. Finished with her front he turned her to face the water and let it rinse her off as he soaped up her back and ass, kneeling behind her to do her thighs. Finally he dropped the cloth and let his soapy hands start to caress her ass cheeks and slipped one between her legs as she had done to him. His soapy fingers rubbed over her lips and clit as his lips kissed and licked her ass cheeks softly.

"You have a great ass, Mrs. F." He stated as a finger slipped inside her pussy, then he moved her legs open and pushed his head between her thighs as his tongue bathed her pussy lips from behind.
 
Mrs. F

"Of course you can watch TV," she said before the headed to the shower. She tended to his dick tenderly, licking, letting her tongue swirl and swipe along the shaft, feeling a certain pride in having drained him. she hadn't expected pay back, but she certainly enjoyed his hands washing her body.

Then he was doing more, and she felt a slow leisurely need build, and she moaned a soft "Thank you," after he complimented her ass. She leaned forward turning the water down to a warm trickle, as she wanted him to feel how slick she was getting, and not let the shower rinse away her natural lubrication.

She rested her hands on the wall, slightly bent forward, legs spread, breasts dangling, just enjoying the feel of his mouth between her legs. It had been so long that it felt like the first time all over again, and she let the hazy warm pleasure fill her body. Inhaling the steamy air, her scent thick in the confines of the shower.

She briefly wondered why he didn't have a girlfriend, but wondered if it was because he was busy with graduating. Friends with benefits is what it was called now a days, and she could certainly enjoy having him as this kind of friend.
 
Toby didn't have what you might call lots of experience at oral, but what he failed in experience he made up for with desire and energy. He moaned as his tongue dug deeper inside her pussy, her taste on his tongue was driving him wild. His hands held her ass cheeks apart so he could get his face in further as one finger played her hard clit softly and teasingly. God, she tasted good and he wanted more. He hadn't had many girlfriends, school work always seemed to come first, that and sports, but when he did he always tried to make sure they were happy in bed, that's how he had got to try out oral on them and none ever complained.

His nose in her ass caught her scent and he realised it wasn't to bad. His tongue left her pussy and licked on the skin between pussy lips and ass, caressing with his tongue tip before suddenly licking to her ass and lapping there. He did it suddenly as he had heard girls liked that too. He was taking a chance as he guessed not all did, but his curiosity got the better of him. His tongue lapped up and down over her hole as his fingers pushed inside her pussy deep, fingering her hard. Slowly the tip of his tongue zeroed in on her tight hole and began to tease it as one hand gripped her ass cheek and squeezed as the other continued to work over her pussy as the shower gently poured a warm trickle of water down her back.
 
Mrs. F

She could tell he was eager, but not all that experienced, not that it mattered. The water began to cool and she turned it off. Mrs. F, pulled away briefly to redirect him. "I think we'd both be more comfortable in bed."

She opened the sliding door, feeling the steamy air dissipate into the much cooler air. She quickly toweled off her hair, and patted her body dry and tossed the towel at him, her hips swaying as she walked to her bedroom. She walked slowly to her bedroom, pulling back the covers she had just remade her bed with, and knowing she was likely to get very wet again, bent over and retrieved a towel in the under bed storage that she had all but forgotten, folded it in half and laid it under where she planned to sit. She took a moment to pull her hair back in a ponytail before she laid down, stretched out, thighs parted in invitation.

If she'd had another moment she might have begun playing with herself, but he was there, a freshly showered vision in her door way, and a blink of an eye later between her legs.

She adjusted his hand so his palm was facing up, and occasionally inserted instructions and requests, to go back to where he was, to suck harder, to lick more deeply, to play with her ass if he wanted.
 
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