As the days grew shorter and the nights grew cooler, Joyce began to get restless. It had been weeks since she heard from Frank. She had gotten together with Tom again but the thrill just wasn’t quite there. He was certainly a competent and considerate lover but something about his being older lessened the excitement for her.
She wanted that stamina and exuberance of youth. Sex with her husband John had lost its mojo.
One Saturday morning when John was playing golf, the doorbell rang. Joyce was doing housework wearing a cut-off sweatshirt and shorts. Lately she had foregone underwear when doing housework; the feeling of freedom was worth the extra laundry. When she opened the door she got a thrill and a shock; standing there was a younger version of Frank wearing a big grin.
“Hi Joyce, I’m Desmond, Frank’s little brother. Call me Des.” Without waiting for a response, he stepped in, took her in his arms and kissed her on the mouth. It was a brief one, followed by another, longer one complete with tongue, after which he stepped back and said, “Frank sent me to give that to you.”
Little brother was a misnomer, he was taller than Frank, perhaps 6’6”, and didn’t have that tennis player body; more like a tight end. She recalled Frank speaking of a two-sport brother who played first base in college and was known as a slugger.
“Um, er, ah well,” she stammered, “thank you; and thank Frank. Where is he?”
“Oh, he’s back home. He said to tell you that he is sorry that he hasn’t been around. He has been busy expanding his sales territory so that I can take over a portion. In fact, this area may become mine soon and I will be moving here to live. I expect to take over all of his duties around here.”
“All of them?” she asked.
“Yep. He told me to pay particular attention to you; that you and your husband are special friends with special benefits and for me to help any way I can.” His glance lowered to her chest area and she felt her nipples respond immediately. He was every bit the hunk his brother must have been at 25.
Her eyes lowered to his crotch area and sure enough, there was the impression of an impressive appendage, rapidly growing more impressive. She reached out, taking his hand, leading him into the living room. “I think you might be just what I need this morning. Come in and let me look at you; you are his spitting image, only younger.” She ran her hand up his arm, feeling his biceps then over his chest and down to his belt buckle. “How do you feel about older women?”
He moved closer, “If that’s what you are, I say brava!” His arm went around her waist. “You are very beautiful, just as Frank said. He really misses you but we share almost everything. He said you have the sweetest pussy he has ever tasted.”
By this time her “sweet” pussy was starting to ache and get wet; she had that feeling in the pit of her stomach that she got the first time with Frank. Her right hand was touching his cock through his jeans; she reached her left up behind his head as she went on tiptoe for another kiss. It was thrilling; their tongues probed each other’s mouths as their hands investigated their bodies.
His big hands were slipping up under her shirt, one on her back, one caressing her breast. She thrilled at his touch, moaning into his mouth which was still glued to hers. Then his hand slipped into the leg of her shorts and his finger pressed against her pubic area. Her knees buckled and he had to keep her from falling.
Suddenly she began to feel shy. She knew that she should find her way into his jeans and touch his cock but she was frozen in place. Des solved the impasse by easily picking her up and asking, “Which way?” Joyce nodded to the hallway leading to the bedrooms and then wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest.
When they reached the doorways to the bedrooms he looked both ways and then proceeded into the master and put her onto her back on the king size bed. A momentary thought crossed her mind about John asking her not to fuck other men in her marriage bed but she was not going to break the mood just now; besides, they had done it with Frank already.
Des pushed her sweatshirt up and bent to kiss her nipples. She closed her eyes and let the feelings flood over her while he kissed his way down her belly, unbuttoned her shorts and licked her pussy. He breathed deeply her musky odor and licked again while he pulled the shorts down to her knees and then off.
For a moment he simply looked as she opened her legs, “God, Frank is right you have the most beautiful pussy, but I expected it to be shaved.” She informed him that she had decided to return to her natural state. He slipped his hands under her ass and lifted as he went down to his knees. Then he leaned in and touched her clit with the tip of his tongue. She briefly went rigid, then she relaxed and draped her legs over his shoulders.
While he licked her pussy she laced her fingers in his hair and crooned in time with the motion of his tongue. Soon she went rigid again, locking his head between her thighs and came on his tongue. Her clit was so sensitive that she had to push his face away. Then he moved up to kiss her mouth deeply.
“Please take your clothes off,” she whispered. He stood and slipped his shirt over his head, revealing his muscled torso. It was smooth, seemed almost hairless and rippled when he moved his arms. Then he slowly unzipped his jeans and lowered them.
Joyce was now lying on her side, her head propped up on her hand. First appeared his full six pack, then his pubic thatch, then his long, fat uncut member. “Oh my god! You’re bigger than Frank,” she gasped, reaching for his turgid, but not totally hard cock. She used it to pull him closer to her face, the better to examine it in detail.
Hands on hips, he stood there for her inspection. First she lifted his cock and examined the underside and his large balls; then lowered it and slid his foreskin back revealing his large, smooth head with a drop of moisture on the tip. Her tongue came out and she leaned in to touch it to that drop. Des moaned and his knees buckled until they were resting on the mattress edge.
There was nothing for her to do but slide her lips over his cock head and lightly stroke the shaft. It continued to grow in her hand until her grip wouldn’t reach around it. He bent forward and slid his finger over her clit again. She opened her legs and switched hands so that she could cradle his balls with one while stroking him with the other.
Joyce could feel his pulse in his throbbing meat and feel its heat. His cock was virtually humming with excitement; she sensed that it wouldn’t be long before came. She looked up and said, “I want to lick your cock until you cum for me; don’t hold back, there will be time for another later.” He abandoned her pussy, and knelt over her so she could lie back and rested his hands on the bed headboard.
Before long he took her shoulders and rolled them over until she was on top. Then he wove his fingers in her hair and began to fuck her mouth vigorously. His muscles tensed and his cock seemed to expand even more as he exploded noisily down her throat.
She started to choke but before long her mouth was awash in his cum, leaking out around his cock and onto his belly. She licked him clean, then laid beside him with her head on his chest and her hand holding his cock, gently squeezing it and rubbing it. Even soft, it filled her hand to overflowing.
Des briefly wondered if she knew how powerful her warm hand was as it casually roamed; now holding his cock, now lightly caressing his balls, fingertips touching his ass. Each little movement caused a thousand nerve endings to cry, “touch me, touch me.” He knew the effect of endorphins that his brain was sending out while his heart pumped more blood to his hardening cock, increasing his sense of urgency. He must fuck her soon.
They chatted quietly about Frank and his relationship and plans. He idly strummed her nipple and told her about Frank and his plans for taking over the business. “Frank helped me financially to get my MBA and now we want to expand the territory and add new product lines.”
Joyce was beginning to have almost motherly feelings toward this man/boy. In spite of his size and confident personality, he was more than 10 years her junior. There was potential danger in taking up an affair with someone so young, but today she wanted to enjoy that beautiful cock to the max.
Expansion had already begun of his very large appendage under her light touch, much to their delight. Joyce was no expert on physical dimensions but it looked to be ten inches to her. “Would you like to get on top and ride me for a while?” Des asked.
“I would like to lie back and wrap my arms and legs around you. I want my pussy to welcome you to the fullest. I want to feel that magnificent glans sliding into me as far as it can reach until I nearly pass out, which I may do. Please fuck me like that and then turn me over and fuck me from behind until you lose your second load deep in me.”
She rolled away onto her back, bent her legs and moved her feet apart, giving him an enticing view of her. He wasted no time getting down between her feet. “Frank’s description of you didn’t do you justice; you are very beautiful.” He leaned in, slid his big hands under her butt, using his thumbs to part her pussy lips and lick from her perineum up over her clit several times.
“Aah, that feels lovely; you are very skilled.”
“My high school girlfriend taught me well.”
“Was she white or black?”
“Black. We were very into black pride in those days; and she limited our sex to oral/manual. She wasn’t going to end up a teen mom. She went to Harvard on a full ride.”
“Smart girl. Now back to business.” She pointed to her open, wet cunt. Des moved up and licked her nipples before kissing her mouth. He could taste the remnants of his first load of cum.
He raised up on his hands. “Put me in now.” Always helpful, Joyce grasped his thick cock and registered the tip to her pussy lips, tilting her pelvis for alignment. She felt the pressure as he moved to enter her. For several moments it looked like he wouldn’t fit; then with a slight shift of her butt, his cock head slipped past her pussy lips.
“Oh, my god, yess!” she hissed breathlessly; gently now, more.” Des suited deed to request, moving his hips just enough to slip in another inch, then back out a bit. His cock felt like it might explode with each stroke. He looked down at this slim, delicate body under him, taking his huge cock inch by inch, squeezing it deliciously.
When he was halfway in she reached his for butt and pulled him deeper, repeating, “yes, yes, yes,” in time with his thrusts until his entire cock was in. Then she began to tremble, making small grunting noises. Her arms went around his neck and her mouth sought his. Des simply held there letting her movements excite his cock.
When her spasms began to subside, he resumed his slow movement, into the max, then out partway. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“Yes, a little. Don’t stop.” He backed off slightly but kept stroking.
When he felt his ejaculation beginning to rise in his balls he pulled out and said, “Turn over.” She got on her knees and presented her pretty ass to him. He couldn’t resist burying his face in it and licking it. Her pussy was gaping open and leaking her juices. “Hurry, put it in,” she cried.
Reluctantly he stopped licking her and slid his cock fully into her. She stuffed the sheet into her mouth to keep from screaming as he buried himself in her repeatedly and announced his near orgasm. They collapsed, still joined, in a sweaty pile.
That was where they were when Joyce’s husband John entered the bedroom.
