Chapter 3
"I never dreamed when I got on that plane I'd end up having such a wonderful time this evening," Ilsa said to Marc. "Believe me, now that I've met you, I'm going to make the most of it. During the next two weeks I may not see much of my two daughters, but I'm going to see a lot of you."
"Shall we go upstairs to the bedroom?" Marc invited.
"What are you going to do to me in there?" she asked.
"I'm going to eat your pussy, after I've feasted on those superb knockers of yours," he told her.
"Do that to me here on the couch," Ilsa replied. "When a woman has been married as long as I have, to a man who thinks it's perverted to fuck anywhere but in bed, making out on the couch can be very romantic."
Taking Marc's hand in hers, Ilsa brought it to her naked boobs and placed it on one of her satiny smooth mounds. Lust showed in his eyes as he felt her full, round, warm globe fill his hand. His fingers gently squeezed the resilient flesh.
Ilsa's eyes shone with invitation as she gazed at him. She could feel her thick nipple stiffening as he tormented it with his fingers.
"You like them, don't you?" she murmured. "You enjoy feeling my titties."
"Sure I do. They're luscious," he croaked.
She could feel herself trembling. Thrills ran through her with the touch of Marc's hand on her tit. To have him fondling her naked boobs was her idea of heaven.
"Would you like to kiss them?" she invited.
Pulling his head down to her heaving boobs, she nearly swooned at the first touch of his tongue coiling around one of her nipples. Marc didn't need any encouragement. She had given him the go ahead. She had let him know she was aware of his desire for her tits and she was willing. His hands caressed her velvety soft mounds of tittie flesh as he kissed and licked them all over. Then he began sucking on her nipples with lust and passion.
Ilsa whimpered deep in her throat. She ran her fingers through her young lover's hair, caressing his scalp, pushing her tits into his face. She ran her hand down over his bare chest to his crotch, and fondled the thick cock she found there, as if she was reassuring herself that he did indeed have a whang on him that would make any older woman's heart beat faster. What she found there was as solid as bone and sent a thrill all through her.
Marc's aroused passion and her hot desire for him were a strong combination. Ilsa could feel a strong impulse to sprawl out on the couch and let him fuck her right then and there. Already the need to feel his long hard throbber inside her hot pussy was over-powering. Yet she reminded herself she must act with some measure of dignity.
When she pulled back from him, the way he was looking at her, made her feel that he wanted to eat her alive.
"Easy, darling," she whispered. "Give me a moment to get used to what we're doing. My God, I wasn't expecting anything like this tonight."
He pressed his mouth onto hers and she parted her lips. While his tongue duelled with hers, she felt his hands all over her naked body, on her tits, her thighs and her ass. While he sucked on her boobs, his hands were holding her by her ass. She felt herself being driven crazy with lust.
While he continued to suck on her tits and play with her ass, Ilsa caressed his cock and played with his big hairy balls. His cock swung upward, as strong as before she had sucked him off. What a fine thick, long, hard rod her young lover had on him, she mused. A big twitching cock that was more than enough to thrill and satisfy a loving and affectionate woman like her.
"Oh darling, it's gorgeous," she said with a pleased smile, stroking Marc's cock lovingly. "I'm so happy that you have a big one. Mmmmm...you'll make me so happy with this wonderful big salami."
She heard him gasp sharply as she ran her fingers all over it. His thigh muscles twitched. His hips quivered.
"Oh God, Ilsa!" he gasped, trying to keep his voice under control.
Ilsa had to act fast. She dived for his cock with her mouth open and swallowed up the head just in time. Suddenly, Marc was shooting off, filling her mouth with another hot load. She sucked greedily as it gushed out more and more.
"Ummmm, darling, that was so nice," she murmured lewdly when it was over. She went back to sucking on it until she was certain it was going to remain like a bar of steel.
"Oh God, Ilsa," Marc panted, still overwhelmed by the idea that this beautiful older woman had sucked him off twice. "I never dreamed you'd do that a second time."
"Didn't you?" she said, gazing at him. "What did you think I would do when I got a real good look at your handsome big hard cock? Does it shock you that I want to suck your prick every chance I get? You think an older woman like me can't get hot and horny for a good-looking young man like you? The same as you're getting all worked up over me?"
"That's the way I feel about you, Ilsa, all worked up."
"And that's the way I'm going to keep you, darling. All night long. What do you think about that?"
"Gosh, Ilsa, this is a side of you I wasn't expecting. It's like you've changed. You looked like a real cool number on that plane, like you'd holler blue murder if I were to suggest anything sexual. I was surprised when you agreed to come here and spend the night, but I thought I'd have to really coax you to get you to do anything. After all, we only just met."
She was still holding his balls with one hand and stroking his cock with the other as she smiled at him.
"I don't show everyone this side of my nature," she told him. "I let most people see only the side of me that's well behaved and who wouldn't dream of doing anything naughty with a young man on our first night together."
"I sure appreciate you letting me see this side of you, Ilsa," Marc told her.
"An older woman isn't supposed to show a young man like you the sexual side of her nature and how she looks when she's hot and horny," Ilsa said. "But then, if you were a well-behaved young man, you wouldn't have done everything you could to get me turned on. like getting me tipsy with that drink and then waving your gorgeous big prick around in front of my face. So we're even."
"Gosh, Ilsa, I like it when you're feeling hot and sexy. I like this sexual side of your nature."
"Well I'm glad of that," Ilsa said while Marc sucked on her tits. "Because this is the side of me you're going to see the most during the two weeks I'm here. You got me turned on to you and there's no going back now."
Their arms went about one another and they kissed like two hot and passionate lovers. After several long hot, ardent kisses, Marc got onto his knees between her legs. In this position, he buried his face in her deep cleavage and wallowed in her warm, soft tittie flesh. He kissed and licked her boobs all over, then sucked ravenously on the nipples. Ilsa soon learned he wasn't just passing through. He was settled in for the winter.
When he brought her up to the point where she just had to climax or go mad, she slid her ass out to the edge of the couch and rubbed her cunt against his firm-muscled belly.
"Wow! That's freaky," Marc exclaimed. "I've never had a woman rub her j uicy cunt all over my belly before."
"Has a woman ever rubbed her hot snatch all over your face before?" she asked.
"Oh sure. Every woman I've ever been alone with has done that," Marc told her.
"Well if you're through sucking on my tits, move your head down lower so I can do it," she said.
"That's a wild, exciting thrill for a woman, having a handsome young man's face pressed against her twat."
Marc laughed. "Yeah, two older women I know like to have my mouth on their cunts. What you're telling me is you want your pussy kissed, licked and sucked."
"That's what I mean," she admitted. "And I've found the young man I want to do it. Do you mind making love to a woman's pussy with your tongue?"
"Mind? I love it!" Marc assured her. "If there's anything I love more than having my face between a woman's soft, pillowy boobs, it's having my head between her legs. I must warn you, though. Once I get my mouth down there and start eating pussy, it's hard to get me to stop."
"Honey, you just get started and let me worry about getting you to stop," Ilsa purred.
Marc pressed his mouth onto her warm moist twat. Ilsa let out a joyful shriek, brought her legs up and draped them over his shoulders. She clutched his head with both hands, like she was fearful he might change his mind at the last minute.
"Go ahead, honey. Dive in there. It's all yours."
Marc, on his knees in front of her with his head between her thighs, gave her snatch a warm ardent kiss. Ilsa let out another excited shriek. She flung her legs up in the air, like she was kicking at the ceiling. Marc ran his tongue up and down the lips of her hot, juicy cunt and made her yell again and again. He tickled and teased her clit with his lips and teeth. Then her cunt started oozing out its juices and Ilsa went wild, wriggling her ass and panting for breath.
She then settled back like she fully expected her young lover to stay there on his knees eating her pussy for the next two weeks. For well over an hour, Marc had her squealing and shrieking her way through several ass wriggling orgasms. Ilsa had a hold of his head with both hands, her fingers tangled in his hair, and each time she got off, Marc felt the thrill with her. He had never known a woman who loved to have her pussy eaten as much as Ilsa did, but that was nothing compared to how much he loved devouring her twat.
"Oh honey, you really do enjoy eating pussy, don't you?" Ilsa cooed.
"I'm enjoying this one," Marc told her. "You won't have any doubts about that by the time I'm through with it. Am I ever happy you're going to be here for two weeks. For me, it's going to be a two-week feast of pussy."
Marc ate her cunt until Ilsa got off three more times. By then he had convinced Ilsa he would rather devour her hot pussy than dine in the finest gourmet restaurant. Even then he didn't let up on her. He ate her cunt for another hour and, by then, she had lost track of how many times she had gotten off. She had grown so accustomed to her young lover's mouth on her twat, she couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and the other began.
"I want to fuck you, Ilsa," he whispered in her ear when he finally came up for air. "I want to sink my prick into your sweet, hot cunthole."
She gave him a kiss and a lewd smile. "In that case, it might be a good idea if you stretched me out on the couch."
Ilsa expected him to do just that, but first he put his hands behind her knees and raised her legs high in the air. Then he planted a loving kiss right on her asshole.
"Marc! What are you doing?"
"Kissing a very beautiful lady."
"Down there?"
"What better way to show how much I appreciate you letting me do what I've been doing. You like it, don't you?"
"Of course I do," Ilsa giggled. "But it feels freaky. I mean, what woman wouldn't feel funny about a young man holding her legs up in the air and kissing her bumhole?"
"I know what you mean," Marc said. "I felt funny about it too, the first time I kissed a woman's asshole. But women like it when I kiss them there. I like doing what a woman enjoys, and I sure like kissing your asshole."
"Really?" You actually enjoy kissing my bumhole?"
"Sure. If a guy is really fond of a woman, there isn't any place on her body he doesn't enjoy kissing."
Ilsa said softly as she gazed down at him, "you're really something, honey. I hope I don't give you a big head by telling you how fantastic you are. But it isn't easy for a woman to find a young lover who truly enjoys eating her pussy and licking her asshole."
"Well look no further, Ilsa. You've found him," he told her, then gave her asshole several more swipes of his tongue. "Since you like it so much I'll do it some more, a lot more, because I really like doing it."
"You wouldn't! That would really freak me out."
"Well, you'll just have to get used to it," he told her. 'When I was sitting beside you on that plane, all I could think about was how much I wanted to have my nose in the crack of your ass, licking your bumhole. Now I'm doing it."
"Oh you are really naughty," Ilsa chided.
"Sure I am," Marc said. "If my mother knew I had a naked woman on her couch, holding her legs up in the air and licking her asshole, she'd go bananas."
"She might like having it done to her as much as I do," Ilsa said with a little giggle.
"She might at that," Marc agreed. "As far as I can tell from personal experience, this is something that all women like. I'm sure there isn't a woman anywhere who doesn't get a big charge out of feeling a guy's tongue licking up and down the crack of her ass."
He lowered her legs and let Ilsa get to her feet. She stood in front of the couch while Marc gave her pussy several loving kisses. The back of her calves brushed against the seat cushions. Then Marc turned her around so that her ass was against his face.
"Bend over, Ilsa."
She wasn't about to argue with him. The very thought of this handsome young man wanting to lick up and down the crack of her ass some more, and all over and around her bumhole, had her all hot and excited. She bent over, placing her hands on the seat cushions for support. Obligingly, she stood with her legs apart and then she felt Marc's tongue in the valley between her buns, lapping wetly along her crack from her cunt up to, over and all around the tender pucker of her asshole. It felt so good Ilsa let out a little squeal and shoved her ass back against his face.
"It's too bad you can't show what you have back here," Marc said. "You have a beautiful asshole. It's one of your really nice features."
"What an obscene way for me to be standing," Ilsa said. "If what you're doing didn't feel so good, I'd be horribly embarrassed."
"Now why would you feel embarrassed, when there's no one here to see what we're doing?" Marc asked.
"I thought you couldn't wait to screw me," she replied.
"I'm going to, don't worry about that."
"Good heavens, I can't believe I'm doing this," she said with a nervous giggle. "Here I am, letting a young man I've only just met, lick my asshole."
Marc laughed. "Well it's not like I'm a stranger. Not now after you've sucked my cock and I've eaten your pussy."
"Do the women in this neighborhood know you're a pussy eater and ass licker?" she asked.
"Ilsa, you're making me laugh and this is supposed to be a serious asshole-licking operation," he complained. : "It would be very serious if anyone could see me bending over like this and you with your face in the crack of me rear end," she reminded him.
She let out a soft moan as Marc kissed and licked her tender pucker while he fingered her juicy snatch. Before long, Ilsa could no longer control her body and she squirmed helplessly in response to Marc's licking tongue. Sensations of pleasure surged through her. She gasped for breath and moaned as his swirling tongue sent her up to new heights of erotic delight.
"Oh darling, what are you doing to me?" she whimpered. "You're making me feel so good, I'm not sure I can stand it. Oh! Oh, you bad boy, you're making me cum!"
She hardly had time to say it before she was into it, a highly intense orgasm. Eagerly Ilsa submitted to Marc's probing tongue while she wriggled her ass around in his face. She thought he was never going to let up on her and, at the same time, hoped he never would. He brought her off again and again. One he got started, he seemed to have her squealing in climax every few minutes. He kept that up until Ilsa felt weak in the knees and wasn't sure she could continue to stand. By then she wanted Marc's prick in her cunt so much, she could think of nothing else.
"Darling, this is a shameful thing for a respectable, highly moral wife and mother like me to say to a young man I just met, but I have to have your long, hard prick inside my twat, and no more fooling around about it. If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to go right up the wall."
Marc grinned with satisfaction. He knew the state he had her in. She wanted his cock desperately. She had to have it to soothe and satisfy the lust welling up in her. As soon as he got onto the couch with her, she moved her hand more urgently on his cock until he climbed up over her.
"Oh darling, yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, lying sprawled on her back, her legs apart, ready to receive her young man's long, hard woman-pleaser.
"What a hot, passionate woman you are, Ilsa," Marc said excitedly. "I'm going to make your cunt feel better than it's ever felt before. I'm going to fuck you hard."
"Stop talking like my husband," she said. "He's always making promises and then can't deliver. Just do it. Let this lovely big, hard cock speak for itself."
"Don't think it won't." His voice was trembling, his desire for her knowing no bounds.
"Put it in me, sweetheart," Ilsa breathed as she felt the head of Marc's tool push it's way in past the lips of her hot, moist pussy. "Oh I want you so much, you gorgeous stud."
The fire sweeping through her made it impossible for her to even consider that what she was doing now with this man young enough to be her son was very naughty, to say the least. It was certainly no way for a lady like her, who was the pillar of respectable society back home, to behave. She who had two daughters in college.
But then, as long as no one knew she was here in this house and about to be fucked by this wonderful young man, what did she have to worry about? She was free to be as wild and naughty as she wanted with this horny young stud.
She let out a cry of delight as Marc eased his long tool into her cunt. She wriggled her ass around and then his thick love shaft went tight up in there. It was a tight fit, but he didn't have any trouble getting it in. Ilsa helped all she could while he gave her inch after inch until she had it all. It was a glorious feeling, even if her pussy did feel like it was being stretched to the limit.
"Oh yes!" she squealed as he gave her a series of long deep thrusts. Slowly and sensuously he worked his prick back and forth inside her twat until she thought the pleasure she was experiencing would be too much for her to endure. The head of Marc's prick was way up there at the end of her pleasure passage, past where anyone else had ever been able to reach. His entire cock was in her, all the way to his balls that brushed against her asshole.
Humping on top of her with all his muscular strength, Marc brought her pleasure the-likes of which she had never experienced back home with her husband. Or with any other man. This young man really knew how to fuck, she had to admit to herself. He was a sensational cocksman, a fantastic pussy pleaser.
He kept bringing his prick back, until only the head of it was in her twat. Then he would push it all back in again, making her squeal with delight. Each time he plunged in, she raised her ass up from the couch and wriggled it all around. When her ass was back on the couch, her heels pounded his firm muscled buttocks.
Her cuntal walls parted like warm butter each time his prick invaded her tunnel of pleasure. She wanted to tell him he was the best that ever was, but all she could do while he was pounding into her was whimper, moan and gasp.
"You're fabulous, Ilsa," Marc panted. "You're hotter than a day in August, the most sensational fuck a guy could ever wish for."
Gratefully she felt him stop for a moment, which gave her a chance to catch her breath and gather her wits. Her head cleared and she still thought she was in paradise. Marc was right up in her, in her so deep, while he sucked on one of her tits and his hands held her by the cheeks of her ass.
Her thoughts were interrupted as, with a grunt and a gasp, Marc began to really fuck her. Again and again he thrust his hips forward, driving her through one orgasm after another.
After he'd brought her off four times and she'd felt his prick send a second hot, gushing load of cum into her, she cried out, "My God, honey, take it easy. I don't want you to burn yourself out before morning."
Yet, she didn't want to say anything to discourage him, or even slow him down. He was sending exciting ripples of hot sensuous pleasure through her and she really liked that. She wanted that to go on and on. She loved the feel of his big, long, thick cock slithering in and out of her tight cunt, poking and probing her soft pussy flesh in a steady, never ending rhythm.
She felt fire flowing all through her, growing hotter and hotter in her quivering belly. Marc's fabulous cock was burrowing in and out of her dilating cuntal passage like it was never going to stop, or even slow down. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her as the clasping walls of her cunt were excitingly stretched by Marc's eager cock.
Her moist inner walls relaxed, then pulled in to embrace his thrusting cock, and her belly quivered as he sent her into another ass churning orgasm.
"Yessss!" she shrieked. "Oh yessss...I feel your prick spurting again. Oh darling, screw me. Ahhhh!"
She dug her fingers into his back, feeling him pounding into her well fucked cunt. She knew what he was doing, trying to make it really good for her, and she loved him for it. She couldn't find the words to express how much she enjoyed it.
He drove her naked body into the couch with a fury and Ilsa brought her legs up and wrapped them about his back, locking her ankles to hold her position. With each forward thrust he made, she heaved her ass up to get more of his prick into her. Suddenly, the biggest climax of all hit her.
She tightened her grip on Marc's humping back. Her head was spinning as she felt another charge of hot cum gushing into her twat. She moaned, cried and panted as she met it with her own gut wrenching orgasm. Her body convulsed, her hips thrusting up at Marc's plunging cock just as her climax hit. On top of her, Marc held onto the cheeks of her writhing ass and fucked her even harder and faster. Six, seven, eight last savage thrusts and he was there. Ilsa felt another hot gushing load flooding her cunt.
"Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh! Uuuuugh! Oh Ilsa, you are really something!'
Then, with a shudder, he fell on top of her and they both collapsed, panting and gasping for breath as they lay there entangled in each other's arms and legs.
When she was finally able to speak, Ilsa whispered joyfully in Marc's ear, "Oh darling, what a wonderful time you and I are going to have for the next two weeks."
"You lie there and rest, Ilsa," Marc said as he climbed off her and got to his feet. "I'll be right back."
"Don't be long," she said.
"I won't. And when I get back here," he said, grinning at her, "I'm going to roll you over and have you doggie-style!"-