Lust
Out Of Control
I’m
laying back on the couch on a very hot summer afternoon listening to music.
It’s way too hot to be going out to do anything, so I have decided to
just relax and stay indoors. I hear
a knock at the door.
I
go to the door and peek through the glass.
It is you, from next door. I’ve
known you all of my life. You are
good friends with my mother, and you used to baby-sit me as a child.
You even took me to the doctor once when I was just 11 and you were 29
when I got hit in the face with a softball and broke my nose.
I’m 37 now and think back to that being long ago.
I watch you for just a moment at the door.
You seem quite nervous about something.
You even turn away once from the door and begin to walk away, but then
your hands slap down to your sides and you turn back to the door and wait.
I can tell something has you distraught, so I open the door.
“Hi,”
I say. “How are you?
Are you okay?”
I
notice now that you are wearing a light red tank top and cut-off jean shorts.
Never before had I noticed just how appealing you look.
“Yes,
you can,” you say in a sigh. “My
daughter is coming by for a visit tomorrow, and um, er, um, well, um, I was
wondering if you would help me. I,
um, need to get my yard looking good, and I don’t have enough time to get it
all done, and well, um, I was wondering if you would help me by mowing my grass
for me. I’ll gladly pay you, if
you will help me.”
“Why
certainly I will. I’ll be glad
to. And of course you know better
than to pay me. I’ll be glad to
do it for you,” I say. “Just
give me a few minutes to get ready, and I’ll be right over.”
You
smile broadly and say, “Okay, thanks. I’ll
see you in a few.” Then you walk
away, energetically, almost skipping across the lawn and back to your house.
I
go to my room and find an old pair of shorts and an old T-shirt that is quite
holey that I use when I’m doing yard work.
I should really get me a new shirt, because this one nearly falls off of
me when I wear it. I slip on my
sandals and head out of the door to your house.
I
hear you humming around the back of the house as I approach your yard.
I follow the sound to you to find out where your lawn mower is.
As I turn the corner of the house, I see that the red tank top that you
were wearing has turned into a bright yellow bikini top.
You’re squatted down pulling weeds from the flowers that trim the back
side of your house as I view the profile of you in your top and shorts, and look
at you through different eyes, realizing that you look nothing like a woman who
is 18 years my senior. All of the
yard work and other physical tasks that you do have certainly kept you in shape.
It would take a long hard examination of you to disclose your real age.
Your half-blonde/half-gray hair shimmers in the light, and looks lovely.
You turn as you realize that I’m there and catch me staring.
“Oh, here I am. Tell me
where your mower is and I’ll get started,” I request, hoping that you
haven’t realized just how hard I was staring at you.
You
stand up and smile as I notice your eyes scan me up and down.
You point toward the shed and say, “It is in there, and the gas can is
right next to it. I really do
appreciate you doing this for me.”
“It’s
no trouble at all, I assure you. I’ll
get on it right now,” I say as I smile, turn and head toward the shed.
Once
inside, I check the mower and see that it is empty. I gas up the mower and pull it out from the shed.
I check the oil, and it is okay. I
take the mower to the front yard to mow it first, since it is the largest area
of the yard and want to get it behind me. I
crank the mower and begin to push. After
several monotonous passes through the yard, I thought I caught a glace out of
the corner of my eye of you standing in the living room window.
As I turn to look, there is no one there.
It must have been just my imagination.
Perhaps it is the heat, as I have become quite sweaty and hot.
I decide that this shirt isn’t staying on so well or doing me much good
anyways, so I go ahead and take it off. I
wipe the sweat off of my face, chest and shoulders and toss the shirt onto your
front step. I finish the front yard and decide to take a break before
doing the back yard.
As
I drag the mower to the back yard, I hear a noise from inside the house.
“Help! Help me!” you cry
out. I immediately run as fast as I
can inside.
I
sling open the back door and begin looking for you. “Where are you?”
“Down
here!” is the sound of your voice coming from inside the open basement door.
I
break and run, skipping steps, as I try to get to you as fast as possible.
As I reach the bottom of the steps, I see you standing there, on your
tiptoes, arms extended over your head, holding a box that you seem to be trying
to place on a shelf that is just out of your reach.
“I was trying to place this box of old china on the top shelf, but I
was too short to quite get it all the way up, and couldn’t get it back down
without dropping it,” you explain rapidly.
I run up behind you and take the box from your hands.
As I do, I accidentally press my pelvic area against your buttocks, and
like a balloon, it seems all of the air from within your body escapes in one
loud sigh. Your hands let go of the
box as I slide it up on the shelf and they instinctively drop down to my
shoulders over the top of your shoulders. Your
head tilts to one side as I realize that my breath is now directed straight for
your neck and ear. You seem to melt
against me, slightly pressing yourself closer to me.
Then, as if a spell has been broken, you pull away quickly, and turn to
face me.
“Oh,
honey! I’m so terribly terribly
sorry. I didn’t mean to do
that.” You continue: “It’s
just that between watching you in the yard and feeling you against me, I
couldn’t help it. You know that
my husband and I divorced some ten years ago now.
Well, I’ve not been with a man but once since then, and that was seven
years ago. And he wasn’t exactly
what I call ‘being with someone’, because he never even brought me to
‘satisfaction’. I suppose
that’s what I get for picking up just any guy at a bar, huh?
I am so sorry, and I hope that you will forgive me for my antics and
ranting.”
Your
eyes tear, and I can tell that they are tearing not from being upset near as
much as they are from lust. Just
one look into your eyes tell me that you are so full of desire that you are
feeling a dizzying, spinning sensation at the moment.
Compiled with the fact that your nipples are perking through your top,
and the fact that there is a tiny spot of moisture that has now started to show
through your shorts, I know that you are on fire now, your body is stinging all
over from hunger. I am
feeling an overwhelming urge to release you from your pain, as my hunger begins
to grow strong as well.
I
silently and slowly walk toward you, watching your eyes grow wide as I stand
toe-to-toe with you. Your breasts
rise and lower heavily from your near-panting breath. Your skin is soft to my touch, as I reach for your face and
lightly brush my hand from your cheek from where a tear has started to stream
down, and my hand glides down your cheek across your neck down to your shoulder.
“Oh,
please. Please, will you…”
escape your lips, as I interrupt you by placing my finger to your lips.
I
lean over, placing my lips next to your ear, and whisper, “Shhh.
I am all yours. I will release you from your torture, and I will make the
sweetest love to you.” I wrap my
arms around your body, holding you close, as you bury your face into my chest.
I can feel your tears wet my chest as you softly cry with passion that is
taking over your body, and you with no more fight, succumb to.
My
hands caress your back, holding you close, as I begin to kiss your face all
over, kissing up all of the tears from your face. You moan out loud each and every time my lips touch your
face, and your arms wrap around me and your fingers dig in softly in the back of
my shoulders, pulling me in close as well.
Our lips meet, and my tongue intrudes your mouth, and you again moan out
loud.
Sensing
your curiosity and uncertainty of the situation, I decide to “catch you by
surprise” and overwhelm you. I
take a step back and slowly remove my shorts and underwear after kicking off my
sandals, exposing myself to you, showing off my fully erect shaft to you.
You sigh loudly as I kneel in front of you to undo the fasten of your
shorts and slide them along with your pretty white panties down your legs.
I again stand before you and begin to kiss your lips hungrily, caressing
you up and down your back. Your
fingers roam around my body. My
hands reach around to grab your ass, and I suddenly snatch you up in the air. Your legs instinctively wrap around me and your arms around
my neck to hold on tight, as I walk with you quickly and place your back against
the wall. I manipulate your
position so that I can now guide my rod to your now-soaked hot canal.
As I get the head into position, you are grunting with each breath that
you breathe, and your fingers tie up in my hair.
I then press myself inside you. You
are as tight as a virgin from the length of time that is has been since your
last encounter. I feel the pain as
a scream comes from deep inside you and is very loud, hurting my ears. Both the pain and the pleasure of my penetration makes you
once again begin to cry out, sobbing. I
move around slowly, grinding inside you, giving you time to adjust to this
intrusion that you’ve not felt in so long.
Your body begins to writhe on it, and I now know that you are ready.
I
begin to slowly pump you, deep and easy, for a few strokes.
In a sudden rush, unexpectedly, I feel your sweetness begin that familiar
squeezing action, and I know that you are already starting to feel the first
wave of an orgasm. You squeal
through gritted teeth as I start thrusting you hard, pumping you violently,
making you get all that you can from your pleasure.
Your legs and arms squeeze me tight as you hold on and quiver as you
savor the last remaining drops of your orgasm.
Your
grip on me loosens slightly, and I realize that you are done.
But the look in your eyes tells me that you are only done for a moment.
With a prowler-look, squinted eyes, focused on me like a panther, you
can’t help but snarl, “Come on. Let’s go upstairs,” with directness, as
if a defiance may result in harm.
I
follow you up the stairs from the basement and then up the stairs to your
bedroom as you go the most direct route. You
turn to look at me a couple of times with a very serious look on your face.
As I enter the room, you suddenly embrace me, wrapping your arms around
my neck and press your body against me. Your
body feels soft and hot to the touch. You
pull me down slightly so your lips can get to mine.
Your lips press against me hard, passionately, as your tongue begins to
part my lips. Our tongues wrestle,
our bodies fondle and our passion heats up severely. Random, unbridled caresses spread across our bodies from each
other. We are both on fire, and we
don’t even consciously know it. Our
minds are cleared of any conscious thought, as we both become lost in the
animalistic heat of each other.
My
hands slide down to your ass and I pull you close and I begin to squeeze it.
My lips leave yours and move to your neck, as I kiss and lick it, then
biting it softly. You feel my cock
pressing against you, and you move around a bit, trying to mold your complete
body with mine. Your hands feel so
soft and warm as they instinctively begin again spreading their warmth and
passion all over my body: Up and
down my back, across my face, across my chest.
I
guide you back towards the bed, and gently lay you back on its edge.
With your legs hanging off of the edge, your feet not quite touching the
floor, I place my hands upon your inner thighs and slowly spread your legs
apart, exposing your moist box to me. I
reach for it, and I let my fingertips lightly brush against your pubic hairs, as
I watch your whole body react to my touch.
Dropping to my knees, I lean my head forward.
I look into your eyes, then part my lips just a bit and press my face
into your sweetness with my lips parted just enough to let your clit enter.
Then I press my tongue firmly against it, and I feel it begin to swell.
Forming a tight niche using my lips and tongue for your clit to fit
perfectly, I begin to gently suck on it, sucking it into my mouth.
You squeal out loudly as I continue to suck it into my mouth, then
releasing it, repeatedly. While
doing this, I begin to lightly rub your clit with my tongue, feeling it twitch
hard. I see that your eyes are wide
open and your hands have a tight grip on the cover to your bed, and you’re
braced for the inevitable. While
keeping the space inside my mouth carefully formed around your button, I
continue my routine, but I now also begin to move my head up and down as if
shaking my head “yes”. You
start pitching about, and I make certain despite this that my lips and tongue
stay right in place, following your every writhing move.
As
I feel you tense and know that you are preparing for another orgasm, I stop,
just long enough to get my middle and ring finger wet enough from your juices to
slide them slowly inside you. Your
tunnel squeezes my fingers at their entrance.
I use the tips of my fingers to press against the front wall of your
pussy, pressing against the abdomen area inside you. Your hips begin to try to pump against my fingers, and I
follow your movements as not to let you get too close to an orgasm.
I then again begin sucking on your clit, licking it, enjoying all of your
juices as my chin becomes dripping wet. I
once again watch you and feel you and realize that you are approaching the
ultimate feeling that you yearn for. Sensing
this, I continue to apply the pressure of my two fingers inside you the same
way, but I also begin to pump you with them, firmly and gradually faster.
I take one last hard suck on your clit as I hold the suction of my mouth
and start thrashing my head about, rubbing your clit in every direction with my
tongue and lips. Your body tenses
up in one tight lock as you scream out. Your
juices pour as your body convulses and your walls nearly squeeze my fingers out
of you. One long moaning screams
escapes your throat as your body feeds on the fire of its vicious pleasures.
At
the moment that you’ve expired your orgasm, and before you even have a chance
to utter a word or catch a single breath, I make my move to give you your next
experience. You scoot back just a
bit as I crawl onto the bed and take my place between your soaked thighs.
My cock is now swollen to its limit, and I’m ready to explode within
you in the worst of ways. You look at me, and you speak, saying, “Oh God!
Oh, my baby! Please fuck me and fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone
before. Fuck me good, baby,
please!” As you utter the last
syllable the head to my shaft is touching the very entrance that it seeks.
I slowly begin the journey inside you, sliding my cock into you slow and
deep. Your breath leaves your body
in a massive sigh, as if in anticipation of what is coming.
As I reach the deepest of spots inside you, I begin a slow, methodical
stroke inside you. Against the back
of the head of my rod, I can feel it as it rubs your sensitive G-spot.
I lean over toward your face, and look you in the eyes, stating, “Sweet
baby, I want you to cum for me now. Please,
sugar, come for me.” This is all
that it takes, as I continue my slow pump, your walls collapse around my cock,
and your body slowly thrashes about as you are cumming again.
After a few seconds of this, feeling that you are nearing the end of your
orgasm, I then burst out, immediately beginning a hard, long, crushing thrust
inside you, pumping you as hard as I possibly can.
I feel your orgasm not end, but rebuild before it even finishes, and you
sob uncontrollably as you can only say, “Yes, Oh God, yes!” repeatedly. I grit my teeth and look you square in the eyes and then
throw my head back and let loose violently, as my pace and strength increases as
I let my milk fill you, pumping you as hard as I can, crying out moans and
growls uncontrollably. Our bodies
thrust together, grasping for every ounce of pleasure we can find.
As we are nearing the very end of our orgasms, I grab your legs and lift
them, as I push myself in just a bit deeper and hold myself in place, allowing
the both of us to feel the very last moment together, dragging it out for as
long as possible.
In
what seems like mere moments later, the room is nearly dark.
We must have passed out, as I’m still laying on top of you.
I look at your face, and you look peaceful as you sleep, as peaceful as I
feel. I decide that this is just
where I want to be, so I lay back down and join you in slumber, embracing you
tightly.
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