Chapter 15
Half an hour later, after iced tea in the big country kitchen where Mrs. Taft took me for more conversation, I found myself up in her big bedroom about to make like she was a hero-worshiping coed and I was a big football hero. Like I've said earlier, something about her hit me straight off. But winding up in her bedroom so quickly surprised even me a little. It happened so fast I still don't remember exactly each move. But what headed us for her bedroom was her asking me, "How long do you think a healthy, hot-blooded woman ought to worry about what the prudes call being 'true' to an impotent husband?"
And I said, "Just as long as it takes her to locate a healthy, hot-blooded man she really digs who isn't impotent."
"Regardless of his age?" she asked.
"Regardless of his age!" I exclaimed. "Regardless of anything except that she really digs him and he digs her. When two people who feel like that about each other get together, nothing else really matters."
That seemed to be the right answer because she grabbed my hand and we headed upstairs. On our way up, she told me, "Every normal woman, even a grandmother, feels sharper mentally, stays younger physically, if she maintains an active sex life to keep her body juices hot and flowing freely. In college, where I met my husband, I took a course in which we studied about South Sea islanders. For centuries those people have given older women, often widows, the responsibility and pleasure of initiating the boys into the skills of manhood related to fucking. So before any boy became a young man and got married, he'd had extensive on-the-job-training and knew exactly how to please a girl sexually. Even when I was only a coed, that made a lot more sense to my way of thinking than our system of letting the blind lead the blind."
We were hardly inside her bedroom doorway before she was shucking off that stylish sunsuit of hers. And without a stitch on, her body looked just as great as it seemed to look in that sunsuit; she owned all its curves. She had two tits that were twin masterpieces. My tongue got so hard I nearly choked on it, just from looking at those boobs of hers.
Like she'd read my mind, as I stepped out of the last stitch, she came toward me with her hands cupped under those gorgeous tits, thrusting them out toward me as she asked, "Do you enjoy sucking sugar titties, Vince?"
"I can show you better than trying to tell you," I chuckled breathlessly, already steamed up as hell just from the view she presented combined with the surprise of this unexpected development.
She seemed to like my answer. She asked, stopping before me, "Do you realize, Vince Peters, that a man who knows how to do a good job sucking a woman's tits for her can give her better sexual thrills, even if his cock's no bigger than yours, than a man who's hung like a stud horse who thinks his monster cock is all he needs to make sex great for any woman?"
I grinned wryly as I told her, "That's been my experience to a T. Guys with a cock my size try harder and that's why more of them learn to combine expert tit teasing with their fucking."
I ducked my head as I said it and the instant the words were out I had both her luscious tits in my hungry mouth. A low moan of pleasure came out of her and her hands left her tits to my care and jumped upward to my head. They caught in my hair, her fingers twining in it affectionately.
After I'd sucked and licked her excited nipples good for a couple of minutes, she abruptly murmured, "We'd be a lot more comfortable over there on my bed, lover. You've already convinced me you've got more to you than just big talk, like most men, regardless of age."
So we moved to the bed. I stretched out on my back and it was obvious that pleased her, too. Faster than I can tell it, she was over me on her hands and knees. I gathered those big, ripe tits of hers between my hands and sucked both rigidly excited nipples into my mouth. As I started tonguing them, a long, gusty, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came out of her.
A moment later, she whispered breathlessly, "What an educated mouth you've got for your age. You aren't going to have a thing really important to learn in college. You know that? But going is still a great idea. I don't mean it isn't. I only mean ... you're really too much!"
With encouragement like that, I started gobbling away at her tits like there was no tomorrow. In no time I had low groans and moans coming out of her almost continuously. She lowered her ass, bringing her cunt down against my stiff cock, and began rubbing my hardness up and down along the outside of her feverish crack.
She kept that up for a couple of minutes or more, her moans and groans growing a little louder all the time. Suddenly she thrust a hand down between our bellies to grip my cock gently. She guided the head of it to her clitoris and used it to caress that rigid little shaft of hers for maybe two more minutes.
Finally, she guided the head of my cock into the hot, slippery outer lips of her cunt. Those luscious, fiery lips closed around the head of my cock like a hotly moist, deliciously soft glove tailored to fit my cock perfectly. She gave a little push at me with her ass and my cock went gliding into the sizzling mysteries of her inner depths.
Our lower bellies came together, my cock into her to the balls, and she ground her belly against mine for a moment while I went right on gobbling away at her tits. But I was watching her. She acted as if my cock was feeling so great to her she could hardly stand it.
That inspired me to work on her tits all the more expertly, my tongue swirling around and between her nipples while I alternated between sucking them and pulling them with my lips. I meant to do my damnedest to make this the greatest fuck she'd ever enjoyed.
After she wriggled her cunt on my cock for two or three minutes, she gasped breathlessly, "You sure weren't just making big talk about already knowing how to make the most of a woman's tits, Vince Peters."
Then she closed her eyes and let her head tip back upon her shoulders as she began bobbing her ass over me, stroking my cock in and out of her cunt. Each time my cock went sliding back into her, a sighing groan came trembling out of her. It made me feel really great, being able to give a woman like her so much obvious pleasure.
But I couldn't resist a sudden impulse to tease her a little in a way other than sexual. I pulled my mouth away from her tits suddenly, asking, "Am I really pleasing you with the way-"
Her cry of protest cut me off, coming in sharp gasps, sounding almost desperate as she urged, "Don't stop, lover! Please don't stop! You're doing just great! You just don't worry about a thing and leave everything else-"
She interrupted herself with a strangled, groaning, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" when I popped her tits back into my mouth and sent my feverish tongue licking in and out between and around her excited nipples. She began wriggling her cunt on my cock again, grinding her belly against mine.
Another anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came out of her explosively. Again her ass started bobbing up and down over me, starting again to hammer my cock in and out of her fiery cunt.
I recognized the signs telling me she wasn't far now from an orgasm she'd remember. I was feeling good about that, feeling more intense excitement than her loving cunt alone could have given me, when I got a sudden shock. Suddenly from somewhere nearby a strange voice was yelling, "Fuck'er back, you dumb city slicker! Help Gran'ma sink that cock of yours deeper in her! Fuck her back, damn it! Get your dead ass up off the mattress and shove the cock to her!"
I almost dropped dead, instead of getting my ass up off the mattress. I thought at first it was her damned husband, the farmer who had the job I'd stopped past to inquire about.
I craned my head around, eyes searching desperately, forgetting her tits in my alarm. I'd have dived out a window if she hadn't been riding me so hard, holding me down.
Then I saw him and knew the bastard couldn't possibly be her husband; he looked about my age. He had on a sports shirt and slacks like a city kid who didn't give a damn about the phony protests and phony poverty clothes fads. But despite his clothes I instantly recognized the look of a country rube about him.
Just then she yelled, "Get your smart ass to hell out of here and mind your own business, Robbie! Vince here's forgotten more about giving a woman a great fuck than you've ever even heard about, much less ever known! Who the hell do you think you are, trying to coach him? Now get!"
Instantly the young guy's face took on the pouting look of a spoiled kid who's just been scolded. He snapped, "You don't need to get so uptight! I was only trying to help."
"If you want to help, get your ass out of here!" she snapped at him. "Let me finish giving Vince his job interview!"
I almost fell off the bed, even with her on top of me, holding me in the middle of it. What the hell could she mean about this being a job interview?
I didn't get a chance to find out right then. Robbie, whoever he was, went skulking out of the bedroom, disappearing in the hallway outside. And Mrs. Taft pressed her tits down against my mouth until I took the hint and went back to sucking them again. Then she started riding me harder than ever and soon had my cock supercharged with sensation that went flooding from my cock through all the rest of my body.
Without coaching from anyone, I shoved my ass up off the mattress to meet her hard downward thrusts as she tried frantically to drive my cock into her cunt deeper. I wanted to just turn loose and let my come juices gush whenever they were ready, but I knew that would be a damned fool thing to do if I wanted to really impress this lady. So I began forcing my mind away from the terrific sensations her delicious cunt was creating for me, trying to cool down the boiling sensations building pressures within me that otherwise would make an explosion inevitable.
Suddenly a wailing scream came tearing its way out of Mrs. Taft. She plunged my cock into her sizzling cunt to the hilt. Her belly seemed to almost bounce away from its impact with mine, jerking my cock almost out of her cunt all the way, then she sent it plunging back into her. Again and again she hammered my cock in and out of her cunt while she screamed and gasped and moaned and struggled over me, the muscles of her cunt milking away furiously at the hardness of my cock while she pistoned it back and forth through them relentlessly.
I wasn't certain whether it was one long, continuous orgasm or rapid-fire multiple orgasms. Half a dozen times or more I seemed to feel her pulsating muscles pause momentarily as they milked away at my cock, then start up all over again more furiously than before. Later she claimed she never in her entire life before ever had come so many times consecutively and continuously. I was surprised she remembered anything about it, the way she carried on at the time, screaming like she was blowing her mind as she kept on and on and on hammering my stiff cock into her ravenous cunt.
All I knew to do was hang onto her luscious big tits and suck and lick away at them like my life depended on it. For her part, she kept up her furious fucking as if her life depended upon how fast and hard she could hammer my cock in and out of her cunt. And I was so busy watching her, rather than giving attention to my own seething pressures of sensation, that they cooled enough to remain controllable.
When her trip finally ended and she discovered that my cock still was as stiff and ready for action as ever, Mrs. Taft really seemed impressed. And she made the very most of my cock's hardness. It took me almost that whole first day of almost steady fucking to get her to the place where she could stand having my cock out of her for more than fifteen or twenty minutes.
Long before that day ended, she'd become my Lucy and I knew I had a steady job for the summer, but not as a farmhand. She had tenant farmers to do the farming. My job was to keep her cunt satisfied. By example, too, she hoped I might help her teach her horse-cocked grandson, Rob, her only living relative and only heir, that he needed a hell of a lot more than just his massive cock to make sex great for a woman. What really surprised me about my new setup was learning that instead of perhaps being in her early forties, at the most, Lucy Taft was over sixty. Her theory about an active sex life keeping a woman young seemed to be working great for her. She acted like my cock was the original staff of life and my come juices the fountain of youth. I soon knew I had a steady job. Really steady.