Chapter 2
The sweet smelling odor of cookies filled his nostrils as he moved to the center of the sitting room. She turned and gestured for him to sit on one of the couch wordlessly.
He nodded in acknowledgement as she disappeared into the kitchen. A rumble of noise followed, pan clashing against pan and he imagined the chaos that may be her kitchen. He thought to help but decided against it. He whipped out his cell phone and went through his playlist.
He shuffled through some songs and when he finally decided on the one to play, she returned carrying a tray on which sat a bowl of her home made cookies and two glasses of milk.
Derek adjusted nervously when she marched to him and dropped the tray on the table grinning. She fetched one of the glasses and handed it to him.
“Here’s yours” she said, “and this is mine”
She took the other and sat beside him to relax as though some prior familiarity had passed between them of which he had been no wiser. The intense atmosphere which they shared made breathing hard but he tried.
“So here. I thought you might need some before you work” she said, and her smile moved to the side of her mouth, “or not” she added in a subdued murmur.
“Thank you very much” he replied politely, combing through the phases of his own imagination, his two legs pressed against each other sitting still and alert to every of his senses all at once.
“You may have some of the cookies if you want. They are perfect with warm milk” she cooed seductively, a move which was not lost on Derek.
His face contorted in puzzlement as he battled to make sense of everything. She was the perfect milf now that she thought of it but was there anything to her gesture?
He knew it would not be too long before he discovered but the anticipation caused his mind to wander in confused agitation.
He held the glass with both his hands to keep them from quivering so obviously, his left was wrapped about the body and one remained at the base.
“Are you shy?” She asked, leaning in and Derek shook.
“No” he responded, or didn’t respond for he did not move an inch and did not inform his lips to give the instinctive reply.
“Great” she said and leaned away. She lifted her glass to her lips to take a sip and Derek felt the natural urge to do the same when she slipped and the milk poured over her shirt.
He turned to her and his entire body became taut. He watched in brief seconds as the creamy milk dripped from her jaw, around her neck and finally all over her shirt. He quickly put his away and was up on his feet.
“I’m sorry” he apologized and wondered why he did, “can I get you something to wipe it off?” He asked naively, and once again wondered why he asked.
She held her blouse up with her fingers as though to get as little of the mess on her skin than she already had, revealing the tempting pair of naked flesh which were her laps even as she sat. Derek turned away quickly and in his perplexity started to prattle. She stood up as if to leave and stopped on front of him.
A long whirring noise resounded in his ears as though he had been hit by a blunt but powerful object. Her left brow jumped and she bit her lower lip, holding her blouse up some more.
Derek thought to run for the door but he hesitated. It was a moment when nothing you had expected happened quickly and you were left to wonder how lucky you were after it the occasion was over.
“I’m sorry” Derek murmured, betraying his nervousness.
“Why are you sorry?” She whispered and edged closer to him, shedding the space that separated then both.
She watched his cock bulge in his pants and licked her lips salaciously. She closed in on him and held the back of his head, pushing his face into her neck and burying him in the ancient scent of carnality.
Derek put up no resistance as she moved his head in the way she wanted all about her neck. Gingerly, she ushered him into the fine moment and teaching his hands to hold her without fear.
He worked his tongue like a flat mop licking the milk stains from all about her neck and her jaw. She dug her finger into his back as he gave her skin the pleasures. They fell back to the couch gently under her guidance.
He sat on his back and she sat astride him, kissing him as he caressed her back and massaged her butt, squeezing it softly but firmly. She took the next move and slid off him, going on her knees whilst on the couch with her face to him.
She helped him off his shirt, kissing his nipples as she did and it felt so good Derek thought he would cum from a steady repetition of the move. She licked from his nipples and across his chest and down his hairy stomach.
He smelt fresh like flowers, more like body spray than the real thing but she likes the aroma enough. His drawstrings came off with ease and his cock jumped erect. She gasped at the size of it, she measured it against her elbow briefly and it measured past her wrist.
She bent over and the sight of her ass still covered teasingly in the blouse was too much a temptation to ignore.
She fit half of his cock into her mouth before she gagged just Derek reached his arms over and rested his hand on her ass.
She employed her hands in slurping, stroking and massaging the massive cock to firmness. It was a messy job but she was messy enough to pull it off.
He pulled her blouse up and revealed the sexiest mounds of butt cheeks he has ever seen. All the hours of her exercise paid off in staggering proportions and it ensured that her body remained youthful.
His finger probed past her butthole and sunk into the drenched lips of her pussy. Derek paused and heaved with his entire being. He worked the pussy lips apart with his index and middle fingers, he dipped his ring finger into her pussy and she sobbed a muffled moan, his cock blocking her throat.
His finger teased her clit and at once she jerked from him, leaving only her hands at the base of his cock. She rubbed it up and down and spat on it. She picked Derek’s hands and put it in her mouth, savoring her own juices with still stained his fingers. His cock pulsated eagerly and she studied it with an amused aspect.
She leaned over again and sucked on it some more. Derek pushed her blouse past her hip and helped her take it off. Her breasts perky and small, exposed itself to his view. Her pink almost pale nipples, stood like proud peaks daring him to suck on them.
She moved over and sat astride, lowering herself into his cock.
At the point of entrance, her pussy gave a murmuring fart as she spread it wide to accommodate it. She wheezed short bursts of breath as she took the cock in carefully.
Derek pulled her closer to himself, wrapping his hands around her waist and sucked on her breasts.
She pushed her head back and cried from pleasurable pain as the cock filled her unendingly. She gyrated her hips over the portions which she had been able to absorb and her pussy creamed on the pole.
“Fuck!” Derek remarked as she went the whole length in a sudden move after a few moments of up and down gyrations.
“Am I fucking a god?” She cried as she rode him.
Derek’s mouth on her tits nibbled carefully and his hands pushed her ass up to support the strokes he gave from beneath her.
Their thrusts upward and downward matched each other’s tempo and seemed as though the moment had been ordained by fate because Derek knew no other place he wanted to be in the entire universe when she had him in her nurturing arms.
She arched her back and pressed her ass as she bounced on him and Derek allowed himself observe the perfection that was her physique. He was watching her when he suddenly felt the twitch at the base of his penis.
Too late. Even he had not seen himself cumming.
His cock spasmed and if she felt his release spurting in her insides yet, he had no idea for she did not stop when he did, even when she sensed he had lost the rhythm. He shut his eyes and mumbled the words that he was cumming and he sought to rest against her.
All of the elevated bliss which he experienced remained even when he was crashing back down from the ecstatic heights.
“Damn. I came so hard. Make me cum some more!” She pleaded, and he thought he heard wrongly. He hesitated and she clued in, “did you cum as well?”
Derek said nothing, hanging his head in embarrassment at his easy ejaculation.
“Fuck no!” She said and climbed off him. She saw his flaccid cock and immediately put it in her mouth savagely.
Derek drew in a baleful of oxygen into his lungs and observed her blow firmness back into his cock.
She licked his crotch and with a new familiarity with his cock, she soon devised a means at sucking the entire length of his cock without gagging. Her tongue on the top of his penis was ticklish but he enjoyed how she worked on it.
She raised his cock and sucked on his balls, occasionally allowing her tongue slip to his ass. It was a weird feeling but it was pleasurable so he said nothing.
She stroked on his cock and before long it was back again to firmness. She spat on it, marking territory on his pole and owning it in its entirety. When she was done, his crotch, cock, balls and ass hole was coated with her saliva.
She stood up and with her knee on the couch, resting her belly in the backrest of the couch and her ass facing the other way, she demanded to be fucked. Derek sat up and rose to his feet in a single bound.
The first thing he did when he was behind her was eat her pussy. She hadn’t expected it and it added to the thrill. He held both her cheeks and spread them with his palm so that her butt hole and gaping pussy were faced him.
He sucked on her pussy and stroked his cock to keep it sturdy.
“Fuck me please” she cried as she dripped juices onto his attendant tongue, “I need that cock in me”
He obeyed her, she was his employer after all. He placed one knee on the couch for support and buckled his hands on her waist before he eased himself into her.
She grasped onto the couch for stability when he started to thrust but she soon discovered than even her hold did not help when such a lengthy and lusty cock was plowing the depths of her pussy.
His left hand on her right butt cheek and it was perfect because his cock never went all in.
It went far enough to reach all of the pleasure points of her vagina and no further. Her pussy was a pool of creamy white juices and the sight of it on his cock was like an aphrodisiac that kept him going on and on.
“Yes. Yes” she cried repeatedly as he thrust, “There. Right there”
The tiring back and forth motions of the doggy pose had begun to weaken his limbs and he could barely stand upright without losing rhythm.
Derek pulled a maneuver which he had practised over a dozen times in his head and by the time he carried out the fluid motions of it, he was lying faced her on the couch and not once did his cock slip out of her pussy.
What he had not anticipated was the fact that the position would make her pussy tighter, cozier and his cock to reach deeper. His arms supported one of her laps on either side of himself and his hands on her butt bridled her animated body as in place as he started to fuck the pussy in a frenzy.
“Jesus!” She cried when was down with her, her lips searching his as she blindly reached for a kiss, “A God is fucking me!”
She dropped more than the usual and her body went stiff, vibrating involuntarily as she tried to hold her release.
“I’m cumming again!” She cried, and he fucked her the same as she came.
Her pussy with all the force of her cumming pushed his cock out but he whipped it back in to continue. It was pleasure, pure pleasure that washed over him when he entire the tight and soaked pussy.
He had only moved his hips a few times when he too went stiff, and scarcely capable of slipping out early enough he came in her. She didn’t mind it seemed and he had no regrets about it as he slipped out of her after he had cum. He lay on her chest heaving and inhaling deeply in uniformity with her own rising and falling chest.
“Oh dear” she said, wiping her perspiration from her face as she ran her finger through his hair “The cookie was pretty awesome, wasn’t it?”
Derek thought it was but he said nothing.
“Lucky you” She noted as she lulled him to a short nap atop her chest.