Bucket Lists! We all have them. Whether it is a list of places to see or things to do, the older we get, the longer the list. In this case it became a reality long before I had a bucket list. But, had I not had the experience, it certainly would have been on mine.
Her name was Bret. Bret Kingsley. Tall, almost statuesque, with a well-toned body, ash blonde hair done up in a pony tail. I was just home from my junior year at college when we met. She was standing in front of her garage, cussing like a sailor at the lawnmower, dressed in a pair of tight white shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and a plaid short-sleeve shirt whose tails had been tied together just beneath her bust line, showing off her tanned navel. Needless to say, my shorts began to tent and my sex-obsessed brain began to undress her with my eyes.
“Having a problem, Miss?”
“It’s Mrs. actually, and yes this damned lawn mower won’t start.”
I introduced myself and she did the same. I offered to mow her grass since I came out to cut my parent’s lawn. We talked for a few minutes, getting to know each other. I noticed that she kept staring at the sizable bulge in my shorts as we talked. Talk graduated to mild flirting, which didn’t help alleviate the excitement in my shorts. Finally, she said, “Come on in when you’re done, so I can properly thank you.”
Forty-five minutes later, both lawns completed, I rang the front doorbell. “Come on in. It’s open.” I stepped into the house. “I’m afraid you caught me with no cash to pay you with.”
“That’s okay. I didn’t do it for the money. Just being neighborly.”
She stepped up to me, her head just under my chin, her hand cupping the re-forming bulge in my shorts. “No good deed should go unrewarded.”
I tilted her head up with a hand under her chin and kissed her. Not a peck on the cheek, but a full-blown, tongue in her mouth, lingering kiss. She responded, sucking my tongue into her mouth as her hand wormed its way into my boxers. Her other hand took mine and pressed it against her breasts. She broke the kiss and said, “You wanna play in the living room or, would you rather we go upstairs to my bedroom?”
“Your choice,” I replied. “How you pay me is entirely up to you.” I reached up under her shirt, cupping her breast, feeling her nipple harden.
“Why don’t you take a seat while we get to know each other better.” I sat on her couch. She sat next to me and untied her shirt, showing off her magnificently perky, full, round breasts topped by silver dollar-sized areolae and thumbnail-sized nipples. Dumbfounded, I just stared at her chest.
I felt her hand on the back of my head, guiding me closer and closer to her left nipple. I opened my mouth, feeling her nipple grazing my teeth. I began to suck and kiss. I heard her whisper, “It’s been too long.” I kissed down the inner slope of her cleavage and up the other side. My hand drifted to her lap, searching for the zipper to her shorts. I found it and helped her shimmy out of them, all the while suckling ravenously on her breasts.
I did take a moment to admire her taste in lingerie. Emerald green lace panties that just barely covered the essentials. My hand caressed her stomach before slipping inside and combing through her neatly trimmed bush. “Slow down, cowboy! It’s not the destination that counts, it’s the journey.” I looked up into her hazel eyes, just a little confused. “Just how much experience do you have?” she asked, still cradling my head against her breasts. “And don’t lie to me!”
“First base, lots of times. Second base, a few. Third base, once. No home runs,” I replied between nipple kisses.
She laughed as she said, “Let’s see what we can do to improve your batting average. She slid off the couch, kneeling in front of me, and pulled my shorts and boxers off. “Nice bat,” she said as her lips smeared pre-cum all over my helmet, prior to taking me in her mouth. I felt her tongue swirl around my shaft as she noisily sucked me to full hardness. Pulling off momentarily, she added, “This could do some serious damage. Not too thick, but long enough to reach some interesting areas.” All I could do was throw my head back and groan. She hefted my balls. “And these guys look to be full, too. Would you like me to lighten your load?”
“I’m in no place to deny you, Bret,” I moaned as she took my left testicle in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the orb as her hand slowly pumped my shaft. I could see a hint of a smile and a twinkle in her eye as she moved back to my cock head, noisily consuming my hardness.”Ohhh! Fuck! Gonna cum!” I murmured as I reached down to tweak her nipples with both hands. She began to hum, the vibrations pulling me quickly toward orgasm. Lifting my hips off the couch, subconsciously trying to choke her with my manhood. I grunted as my cock spat its contents down her throat, involuntarily pinching her nipples.
As I softened in her mouth, she let me slip, drooling the last dribble of cum on her chin. She smiled as she wiped the drip of my salty essence and sucked the finger into her mouth. “Now that that’s over we can get down to business,” she said as she straddled me, her lust dampened panties just an inch from my face. “Ever taste a woman, Grey?”
“Never quite had the opportunity,” I answered back, mesmerized by the sight of her lace-covered pussy. She slipped her hand inside her panties, pulling out a coated finger, and pressing it to my lips.
I opened my mouth, savoring the sweet nuttiness of her cunt. “Want some more?” she asked. I nodded wordlessly, still staring at the sopping fabric. “Help yourself, cowboy.” I pressed my face into the sodden lace, breathing in her musky scent, before skinning the garment down her legs. “Eat me, Grey! Devour me before I devour you.”
Unsure of exactly what I was to do, I tentatively extended my tongue and ran it up and down her slit. “Ahhh! Yess!” she hissed as her hands clutched the back of my head. “Fuck me with your tongue!” she added rolling her hips. Her encouraging words and her sweet taste spurred me on. I stabbed cunt hole with my tongue between flicks of the tip against her emerging clit. “You’re a natural, Grey. Can you make me cum?”
Unable to form words I just hummed. “Mmmhmm!” breathing in her musky scent helped to re-animate my cock while I pressed my face into her moist center. She fell backwards onto the couch, pulling me on top of her. Reconnecting with her pussy, I spread her legs wide, giving me better and deeper access to her sweet mature cunt.
“Ravage me, Grey! Make me beg!” she moaned as she held her thighs open. I hummed some more as I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on the tender flesh. “Fuck, yeah!” she moaned as I feasted. “Finger my cunt while you suck my clit.” More than a request, it felt like an order. An order I did not wish to disobey. I pressed my middle finger into her moist depths, churning her insides. “Two! Two fingers! Deep and hard!”
“Mmmhmm!” I hummed, adding my ring finger to the attack.
“Oh, God! Fuck! Don’t stop! Yesss!” she screamed. Her cunt clamped down on my invading digits, her cunt spilled more of its sweetness on my hand, her rucking hips smearing her essence on my face. “Fuck me, Grey! Now! I need it now!”
I lifted my head, looking up between her breasts at the rictus of orgasm on her otherwise pretty face. Scooting forward I pushed my helmet against the sloppy moistness of her cunt, pressing forward. I looked down at my cock as it slid effortlessly inside her tight pussy. “Fuck me, Grey! Maul my tits! Punish my cunt!”
I said nothing in return, just kissed her, forcing my musk-soaked tongue into her mouth as my hips rocked back and forth, my balls slapping against her ass. She locked her ankles around my waist as I continued to kiss her deep and hard. My hands slid between our bodies, cupping her breasts, kneading the soft fleshy orbs.
She moaned, loudly, trying to speak, but unable to, with my tongue swirling in her mouth. My hands scrunched her nipples as my unrelenting assault on her pussy continued until I felt the first vestiges of orgasm emanated from my balls.
I ended the kiss, pinching her nipples, twisting the stiff nubbins as she panted, “Cum inside me!”
That triggered me. I stopped trying not to cum and let loose a torrent of creamy, salty sperm, deep in her cunt. This, in turn, triggered another orgasm on her part, her cunt muscles squeezing the last dollop of cum from my nuts.
We both laid there, panting from the exertion of our violent coupling. Finally, she said, “I don’t know about you, but I need a short break.”
Rolling off, I watched as my spent cock slithered from her frothy pussy. “Not too long a break.”
She gave me a gentle kiss, “We still need to negotiate your fee for cutting my grass this summer.”
