The month that followed their first weekend together was a great one for Sharon and Bill. Despite their busy schedules they managed to get together at least twice a week. Bill had been taking the workout advice she had given him and put it into his exercise regimen at school. By the time the fourth week had begun, Sharon said she had noticed some real improvement. How she was able to track his improving physique was the highlight of Bill's week.
When they would first meet at her rented house they would be lost in each other for a period of time, with fevered tongue kissing and embracing. Then she would lead him into the living room and have him strip down. She would then walk around him, examining every muscle with a professional eye. She would have him shift his pose, flex an arm, or a quad and she would make a comment or run a finger lightly along a definition line.
By the time she would come to his cock, it would be standing straight and hard, and pointing at the ceiling. The she would stand in front of him, strip off her warm-up suit, sports bra and tight little running shorts and slowly sink to her knees with a look of adoration transforming her face. Her own 'clitty' would be firm and full, jutting up from between her thighs. Sharon would then give his cock and balls the same thorough examination, but with added kisses and licks.
Bill would stand there looking down at her, watching as her lips would slowly close around the head and she would treat him to the most amazing blow job he could possibly imagine. She would slide her wet lips along the shaft until it was all in her mouth and then slide back off until just the head was enclosed in her warm, moist mouth. Her finger tips would lazily fondle his balls as she applied suction and tonguing to increase the sensations. They would be unaware of the time, they were so engrossed in each other. Finally, Bill could endure it no longer and with a grunt he would begin to pump his heavy cum load into her mouth.
Since meeting Sharon, Bill had stopped his daily ritual of masturbating at least once. He didn't want to waste any of what Sharon seemed to grave so badly. As he spewed his cum into her eager mouth, some would find it's way past the seal of her lips and drip down the shaft of his cock. On several occasions his cum load was such that the excess would find it's way down her chin to drip down onto her gorgeous tits. And as like as not, she would have her own orgasm, shooting jets of cum that would fall onto her bare thighs.
In those instances when she didn't cum spontaneously, a few quick, firm strokes while his cum was still on her tongue would set her off. Once their orgasms had subsided Bill would lift her up by the shoulders and crush her to him to share a long, deep, cum flavored kiss. Then he would scoop her up off her feet and carry her to the bedroom where they would fall on the bed, wrapped in each others arms and legs, kissing and groping until Bill's cock had gotten steel hard and he would proceed to fuck Sharon with deep steady strokes until she was moaning and writhing on the bed.
With the stamina of a healthy nineteen year old, this could last for quite a while and it was not uncommon for Sharon to shoot a load of she-male cum up between the two of them while she was being so vigorously ass fucked. Finally, Bill would fire his second heavy load up her tight willing ass. Once his balls were temporarily emptied he would slowly settle down onto Sharon and they would talk a bit, each telling the other how amazing they are.
The it would be time for a quick rinse off in the shower, followed by a snack, eaten while they would sit together, naked on the couch. More kissing and fondling would begin and then Bill would make use of his rapidly developing cock sucking skills to get Sharon hard again. Depending on their mood they would either engage in some mutual cock sucking at this point or start more deep tongue kissing and take each others hard cock in hand to stroke until they shot their third and last cum of the night. This was the pattern that had developed over the past month and they had found it to be immensely satisfying. Bill tended to be in a state of near perpetual amazement at his good fortune and Sharon smiled a lot more than she used to.
So it was on a Saturday, late in the afternoon, Sharon was working on a few potted plants she had on the front porch of the house, taking advantage of a few free hours that resulted from a canceled session. When she looked up at the sound of footsteps she was surprised to see Bill walking along the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. She called to him,
"Bill, sweetheart, what's going on?"
Bill looked over at the sound of her voice and appeared genuinely surprised.
"Bill, come over here."
It was a good thing this was a quiet street because he just stepped off the curb and crossed without bothering to check for oncoming traffic. As he approached, Sharon could see that he was a still little unfocused. When she met him with a hug at the bottom of the porch steps she said,
"What is going on, Bill? You look completely lost."
"Um, well, I think it's because I'm likely to be homeless by the end of next week," he replied.
"What? What happened? Are your parents alright?" she said, gripping his arm tightly.
Bill took a deep breath and seemed to regain some of his concentration. He put his hand over Sharon's and said,
"Maybe we'd better sit down. There's something I should tell you."
The two lovers sat side by side on the porch steps, holding hands and Bill began.
"I haven't been completely honest with you about some things. I don't have parents, plural. I have a parent, singular, my mother. I don't even know who my father is. All I know is it was some kind of quick thing, maybe even a one night stand. I think he might know about me, there might have been some payments while I was a kid. But I can't be sure."
By now, Sharon, shocked by what she was hearing, was recovering and had put one arm around his shoulder and the other hand still held on to his.
"Well, anyway, apparently about six months ago mom met this guy at some seminar. She's into all this new age, alternative stuff and spends a lot of weekends at these things. So they decided to move to some commune or whatever. I didn't know they still had those. They waited until the lease was up on the house. He came by today and they left around noon."
"When did she tell you?" Sharon asked.
"This morning when I got up. She had her bags packed and sitting by the door," he replied.
"What?" Sharon nearly yelled, appalled at such callousness. "How could she do that to you?"
Bill looked over at Sharon, his face still looking slightly puzzled.
"We've never really been that close. I think had it been anyone else they would have terminated the pregnancy, but she's pretty fanatical about life and such, you know, save the trees, don't kill a bug, that sort of stuff. But it was more out of responsibility for a living thing, not love for a son, ya know? The way she put it this morning was, 'you're grown up now, Bill. I have no responsibility toward you anymore. It's time for you to be on your own'."
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. It really caught me off guard. I've sort of known it could happen but I figured she'd at least wait until I finished school. I have some money saved up but it was going for tuition and stuff. I guess I'll have to find a room somewhere, someone looking for a roommate," he said.
For Sharon there was no 'guess'. It was perfectly clear what should be done. While it was all well and good to worship him as a Greek god during sex, this was the real world and required a real world solution and she would provide it.
"You already have a room, Bill. In fact, you have a house full of them. Right here. You'll stay here tonight and tomorrow morning you'll get your stuff and bring it here. You're moving in with me," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Really? Why would you want to do that? You have your career and it takes so much of your time. And I'm just a kid. I know we have fun and all. And you're the most amazing woman I could possibly meet. Why would you...I mean...really?" he asked, obviously a bit flustered.
She put her other arm around him, pulling him so tight he grunted a bit. Then she pulled his head down on to her shoulder. She leaned her head against his for a moment and then lifted it. She took his face in her hands and turned it to her.
"I will tell you why, my dear sweet man. Because you need this to happen. After all this you don't need to be alone in some small room somewhere wondering what happened to your world. You need to be here where you know someone cares about you and you can be happy and get on with school and your business. And because I need this to happen. I need someone who makes me feel the way you do and not just because of the sex. I've had plenty of sex before, but never as good as this. But you make me feel like no one ever has before. And that will happen every day because we'll be together for a part of each day. And we'll wake up in the morning together knowing that when the day is over we'll be together again. I want that and I need that and I want you to be the one," she concluded, her eyes big and Bill could see the vulnerability again.
"I can't think of anything I could want more," he replied quietly.
Despite how badly she felt for Bill, her gorgeous face broke out in a huge grin. She pulled him closer and kissed him. It was a soft, sweet, loving kiss that carried a hint of promise of things to come. When they pulled apart she said,
"Are you hungry? Or how about something to drink?"
"Um, yeah, I guess I could use something. I haven't eaten yet today," he replied.
Sharon shook her head and stood up and helped Bill to his feet. With one of his hands in both of hers she walked him into the house, their house now, and towed him to the kitchen table and sat him down. She pulled some things out of the refrigerator and put together a late lunch for him and then sat down and watched him eat. He didn't say much since it was obvious that he was starving. When he finished he sat back and sighed a bit, then reached for Sharon's hand. He gave it a squeeze and then brought it to his lips and kissed it a few times. Then he yawned and laughed a bit.
"Oops, sorry."
"Don't be sorry, baby. It's been a rough day for you," she replied with a warm smile.
"I guess I could use a nap."
"Good idea. Wait a minute," she said as she rose gracefully from her seat, scooping up Bill's dishes and putting them in the sink.
Then she took Bill's hand and pulled him out of his chair and led him to the bedroom. She pulled back the covers on the bed and said,
"Now strip down."
"Um, Sharon, I'm not sure I'm really ready..."
"I know that, silly boy. You said you need a nap, so you get a nap, but not in your street clothes. Take them off."
He shrugged and did as he was directed. She did the same. As a sure sign of their mutual fatigue, both physical and emotional, they were both completely flaccid. She crawled into bed and held out her arms.
"In you go," she said.
Bill crawled in and with a bit of prodding she got him lying on his side, his back to her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight. Then with one arm she reached for the covers and pulled them up. She could hear his breathing slow almost immediately and just before he drifted off she heard him murmur, "How did I get so lucky" and her tears began to flow. She had been fighting to hold them back almost from the beginning but to hear him say he was lucky after all that was too much. They were not sobbing, wracking tears but sad, bitter ones. How could a mother so completely disregard such a wonderful son? He was thoughtful, kind and hard working. What she wouldn't give to have a such a son. But he wasn't her son, he was her lover, and her love she had to admit, and she would do whatever it took to heal this hurt and protect him from any more.
As she was thinking these thoughts she didn't realize how hard her grip had gotten and it must have woken Bill up. She was startled out of her thoughts when he said sleepily,
"Sharon, it's okay. I'm not going to fall out of bed. I'm safe."
She eased her grip and whispered in his ear,
"I'm sorry, baby. Go back to sleep."
She kissed his neck and snuggled into this back but with a lighter grip with her arms. He was back asleep within moments and she soon followed after him into sleep. She was aware that she was awake again when she felt him shifting his position next to her. She could see that it was now dark outside. In the dim light that did find it's way into the room she could see that Bill was facing her, his eyes open.
"Hello, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" she asked.
He didn't reply. He simply leaned in and began to kiss her. After a few moments, their lips parted and tongues swept back and forth. Their passion began to rise and quickly their bodies were pressed tight with arms and legs entwined, their blood surging. Bill began to kiss down her neck and throat as Sharon began to murmur in his ear.
"Oh, yes, Bill, sweetheart. That's it. Take whatever you need from me. Take me. I'm here for you. I'm all yours, lover."
Bill then reclaimed her lips and their was no more talking, only ragged breathing and the occasional moan. This was not to be about making love, this was an emotional bloodletting. They were going to cremate Bill's pain and anxiety in flames of passion and lust and Sharon was going to stoke those flames anyway she could. He rolled over on top of her, pinning her with his well muscled body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and they began to grind against each other, their lips still locked together. Knowing there would be no other preparation, Sharon managed to reach above her head to the shelf that was part of the headboard. She groped for and found a small flip top bottle of gel lube. With Bill still grinding she managed to get some on her palm and with a bit of tugging got him to lift his hips enough to get her hand on his cock and get the top half lubed. A second dollop ended up being massaged around and into her asshole. She recapped the bottle and tossed it up on the shelf and by mutual consent they maneuvered until Bill's cock head was at her hole and he began to push in.
Sharon brought both her hands to his ass and began to pull him in, adding impetus to his assault on her asshole. The head of his cock popped past the tight ring and she growled into his mouth. With him pushing and her pulling, he soon had the shaft sunk deeply inside her, aided by the slippery lube. Then he began to fuck her. Whatever well of emotion that was driving him opened wide and he poured every bit of it into his hips. As he began to pile drive Sharon's ass, their kiss broke off and Bill buried his face in her neck, leaving Sharon to just hang on for dear life. A fly on the ceiling looking down would have seen her face a mask of passion, her mouth open, her breathing ragged and her eyes rolled up in her head with just the whites visible beneath half closed lids.
With his cock completely inside her and his pumping hips needing no further assistance, she brought her arms up to his back, one across the lower portion the other across his shoulders so her hand could cup the back of his head. They went on like this for some time, Bill's energy seemingly limitless. Sharon was the first to reach her orgasm. With a growl that slowly rose in pitch, she clasped tightly with her arms and legs and began to pump her cum load up between them, to smear both their well muscled stomachs. She continued to buck and scream, and she reached down to claw at Bill's ass with one hand. She found his ass crack and let a finger slip in, to massage his tight virgin ring. She applied just a little pressure and she heard him grunt, his plunges becoming sharper and harder. Finally, with a muffled shout into her neck he proceeded to blast shot after shot of hot, thick, white cum up his lover's willing ass. And then, almost as abruptly as it started, it ended. With a final thrust and moan, Bill collapsed atop Sharon, gravity getting a strong assist from her arms and legs as she held him tightly to herself.
As she reveled in the feel of his warm, sweat slicked body against her she began to hear muffled sounds that got her immediate attention.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Bill was saying as if he was sobbing.
"What are you talking about? What is there to be sorry for?" she asked incredulously.
"What I just did. This way I took you, like I, I..., I didn't ask or...," he stammered out the words.
"Whoa, wait a minute," she said. "Sweetheart, just stop right there, you did no such thing. Don't ever think that. What you gave me was passion and energy I never experienced before. I understand that you're having emotional issues, baby, and you needed that release, but so did I. Good God, that was the most amazing thing that I've ever been through. And it had better happen again, maybe not right away or often, but I definitely want that feeling again," she said, pulling his face up so she could look directly into his eyes. "And in case you didn't notice, I was giving you plenty of encouragement there, so don't say anything like that again. In fact, don't say anything at all. Just settle down here and lets get some sleep."
She kissed him warmly but briefly and then pulled his head back down and with a little shifting around, they got comfortable. As their breathing eased, with his voice thick and barely audible, Bill said,
"Sharon?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm not sure I know what it really is, love I mean, but I don't want to make the mistake of not saying it. I think I love you."
Sharon felt a shiver run through her and she polled this amazing man/boy to her and said,
"I think I love you, too."
Sharon woke up sometime later from a dream that felt warm and wonderful. It was still dark out but she wasn't paying much attention because she was focused on the warm wet sensation that was engulfing her cock. She was on her back with the covers down by her knees. She could see Bill's back facing towards her, his head resting on her stomach.
"Baby," she said, running her hand down his back. His head raised up and her cock slid from that wonderful place and he said just loud enough for her to hear,
"Just relax and let me do this for you," and he went back to sucking her rigid 'clit'.
She settled back into the pillows and just surrendered to Bill's gentle, loving ministrations. Bill sucked her entire shaft down and then withdrew until just the tip was between his lips. He had the very base of her dick encircled with a forefinger and thumb, her smooth ball sack resting on the back of his hand. Sharon's only active participation was to slowly run the finger tips of one hand up and down along his side from his well formed lats down over his hip and end on his rock hard glutes, then back up again. She was developing a real attachment to this boy's ass. Her other hand rested on one of her big tits, the hard nipple lightly held between two fingers. While he had only been at it a month, Bill had developed some real skills as a cock sucker and she was getting closer and closer to the edge and she began to verbalize her pleasure.
"Oh, Bill, baby, that feels so wonderful. Oh, god, you're sucking my cock so well. Hmm, yes, you're going to make me come soon, yessss."
And with three more deep slow plunges, he tipped her over the edge. Her hips began to pump and she released a nice load of cum into Bill's mouth which he eagerly gulped down. He didn't stop sucking until she was completely at rest and he had her licked clean. He unfolded himself a bit so he could look at her and said,
"I wanted to do something nice for you."
"Oh, baby, you did that and more. Now you can do one more thing for me."
"Anything," Bill said.
"I want you to kneel next to me and jerk your load onto my tits. I want to feel your hot cum on my skin," she said in a husky voice.
Bill smiled and got to his knees by her side and took his hard fat dick in hand. There was already a fair amount of precum oozing from the tip. She began to lazily run her hand up and down the inside of his thighs and his eyes closed in pleasure. In the dim light she could see the line of precum begin to flow. She let her finger tips caress the underside of his ball sack and that got him groaning. Then she slipped her hand past his balls and a questing finger found his tight pucker and she began to tease it.
"Oh, fucckkkk," he mumbled.
With a little light pressure she massaged the still virgin ring and could see and hear the affect it was having on Bill. She loved what she was seeing. The added stimulus was too much for Bill and with a grunt he began to shoot thick ropes of cum onto her big tits. Four solid lines laced across the big orbs, some landing on her shoulders, some on her torso. The last few spurts were short and dribbled onto her belly. With her free hand she scooped up some of the pearly fluid and put it in her mouth.
"Mmmmm, so good."
She scooped some up and offered it to Bill. While he had swallowed her loads for several weeks now, he hand never tasted his own. He opened his mouth and accepted the offering. It was different than hers, more tangy, but he liked it. Enough that he bent down and began to lick it off her tits, causing her to squeal. When she was clean they began to kiss, swapping what they had left and then they cuddled into one another and dropped off to sleep again. Bill woke up to the sound of a very noisy bird. He was a bit disoriented until he realized where he was, Sharon's bedroom. With that realization came the flood of memories covering the last twenty four hours. That he had to be out of his house by the end of the week, his mother taking off with some guy to a commune and then wandering around until his feet brought him to Sharon's house and salvation. The memories turned dark for a moment when he recalled the frenzied sex that to him almost felt like rape, but which Sharon convinced him was as much good for her as it was for him and that she expected an occasional reenactment of the passion and energy. Giving it some thought he felt it was connected to what she had said about liking to be able to let go of control now and again.
He was glad he had had the chance to treat her to something slower and more loving early in the morning and as he savored the feel and taste of her he realized that he was alone in the bed. He sat up and looked around and saw a folded sheet of paper on Sharon's side of the bed. He picked it up and saw it was addressed to 'my dearest Bill'. It told him that she had some early sessions that morning and he should just sleep in as best he could, then go get his stuff from the old house and bring it to their place. He smiled at those last two words. If it looked like it would take a few trips he should concentrate on books and clothes and the rest could be gotten during the week. He thought to himself, 'how much stuff does she think I have?' She went on to say she would be home late in the afternoon and was looking forward to seeing him there. She signed it and then added a postscript.
'I know you felt guilty about how aggressive you were the first time last night. I will say again, don't be. Whatever the source, the passion and emotion you poured into our lovemaking was beyond anything I ever experienced before. I loved it. Then to have you take control again so gently and lovingly showed me two sides of a truly amazing young man. I will have to take back what I said though, about thinking I love you. I am now sure of it. As sure as I have ever been about anything . I can't wait to be with you again this evening, all my love, S.'
He could only smile and shake his head. He crawled out of bed and used the shower as best he could with none of his things there. He ate a quick breakfast and then walked back home, if it ever was such. It didn't take all that long to stuff his clothes in some bags, his books in boxes along with a small stereo and an old video game. All this went into the back of his battered pickup, a little Toyota that looked like it went toe-to-toe for fifteen rounds with a Peterbilt, and lost. To this he hooked up his small trailer that carried his mower, leaf blower and assorted hand tools and gas cans. He hoped Sharon wouldn't mind having this rolling ode to rust parked anywhere near her nice Mustang. So it was when Sharon walked into the house late that afternoon she had already seen the old truck and trailer pulled up the driveway as far as it could go.
What she saw on the couch, she liked a whole lot better. Bill was stretched out wearing only some older style athletic shorts that went less than half way to his knees. He was lying there facing the entry way with his eyes open.
"Hello there, sweetheart," she said.
"Hi, baby, how'd your day go?" he replied
She smiled and laughed a bit.
"I could really get used to having someone here to say that to me every day. It went very well, in fact. How about you?" she asked as she watched him get up off the couch.
"Got all my stuff out of the old house and had time to do a couple of lawns. I just got out of the shower," he said as he approached her.
"Ooo, darn, I missed that."
By now they had met in the middle of the floor, her arms going over his bare shoulders as his bare arms slid around her back, their warm lips finding each others. This kiss was long and deep and full of passion, but tempered by the knowledge they had plenty of time and they could just enjoy this moment. When they finally did come up for air, Sharon rested her head on Bill's shoulder and said with obvious contentment,
"Now that's so much better than coming home to an empty house."
"I'm glad you liked it. Oh, dinner will be about a half an hour. I threw something together."
She pulled back from him and held him at arm's length.
"You cook, too?" she asked wide eyed and smiling.
He shrugged a bit and said,
"Some things, nothing fancy."
"Well, let me get out of this stuff and we'll take a look at what you came up with."
She took her bag and hurried into the bedroom. She was back out in a couple of minutes. She had shed the warm up suit and the hair band that held her wealth of blonde hair. She was wearing her straining sports bra and very short, very tight running pants. She was also barefoot. She saw the way Bill was looking at her and she said,
"I hope you don't mind. I tend to wear this around the house a lot."
"I don't mind a bit. As long as you don't mind me walking around with a hard on most of the time."
Sharon giggled a bit and said,
"I think I kind of like that idea."
She walked into the kitchen and saw a couple of covered pans on the stove top and that something was in the oven. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Baked skinless chicken breast, some mixed vegetables, and a sauce I found that is very good but low calorie. I had some at home, well, the other house."
"How long?" Sharon asked, her voice husky.
"The timer's set. It will let us know, about twenty minutes or so," he replied.
"Good, I think we'll be busy until then," she said, her eyes smoldering and indeed when the timer bell rang they were still locked together, leaning against a kitchen counter, kissing passionately.
After eating and cleaning up, with Sharon heaping praise on Bill's cooking, the two returned to the living room. Sharon sat on one end of the couch, pulling her legs up and patting the cushion next to her. Bill sat down and she took hold of him and maneuvered him around so that he was leaning back against her, her arms around his chest, his head resting on her shoulder. She brought her cheek to rest against his, saying,
"Hmm, this could become very habit forming."
"Almost addictive," he offered.
"I certainly didn't expect things to turn out this way when I first saw you that time cutting a lawn. But I couldn't be happier," she said.
"I'm glad you feel that way, I'm still kinda stunned," he said.
"Stunned?"
"Well, yeah. It still hard to believe that someone like you could wind up falling for someone like me," he said.
"Someone like me, how so?" she asked.
"Well, beautiful, successful, independent, self confident, all that," he replied seriously.
Her arms tightened around him and she kissed his cheek.
"Well, I'm not going to explain it to you, my love. Just think about it for a while. Just know that I did fall for you."
Bill fell silent for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being with her and then he said,
"There is something I'd like for you to tell me."
"What's that?"
"How you got to be where you are. I mean the transition, all of that," he said.
"Oh, well, I guess that would be a story," she said, letting her hands run across his bare, muscular chest and solid washboard stomach. "Obviously, I was born a male. But as I got older it was obvious nature had trouble making up its mind with me. I could only be described as pretty. My brothers are good looking, too, but in a masculine way. My sister is drop dead gorgeous, but with darker features, you know, dark brown hair and eyes. I've had no work done on my face. The high cheekbones, the perfect nose and chin, all original equipment."
"And drop dead gorgeous, too," Bill added.
This comment got him more squeezing and kisses.
"Anyway, I was also very athletic, if feminine looking. But I stayed away from team sports, being around all those rough and tumble boys. So it was tennis, diving, even golf."
"You're a diver?" Bill asked.
"I was."
"Wow. It's amazing how you can get your bodies to move like that. Gymnasts, too," he said.
"Well, you'll have plenty of opportunities to see what I can do," she whispered wetly in his ear.
She continued the story, telling Bill about her confused childhood and teen years. Being a boy, very athletic, but feeling out of place. He/she was interested in more feminine pursuits, hanging out with her sister instead of her brothers. They would secretly talk about clothes and make up and boys. Sharon, then Steven, had his first sexual experience with another 'pretty' boy at tennis camp. She was sixteen when she first saw an article about transgenders and started her long journey to realizing that she was indeed a girl born into a boy's body.
"How did your family take it when they finally found out?" Bill asked.
"It was mixed. Dad just sort of nodded, as if to say 'I thought as much'. Mom was tougher. It took almost a year for her to come around. I think it helped that as I started dressing as a woman, I asked her for advice on clothes and other things. My brothers didn't talk to me for over a week. They told me later that at the end of that week they spent hours at a bar talking it over and decided there wasn't much they could do and I was still the little brother, now sister, that they were always defending so they might as well get used to it."
"What about your sister?"
"She hugged me and said she knew it all along and how come it took so long for me to figure it out. She was and still is my best friend. You'll get to meet her this summer. She always comes for a visit," Sharon said.
"Wow, that's so cool. Something like that and you still have a family," he said quietly.
She hugged him tightly and said,
"I was very lucky, baby. A lot of transgendered people get disowned by their families."
"I can imagine what that's like," he said.
"Yes, I can see that you would," she replied, kissing his cheek again.
"I can't imagine how I got so lucky to find you," he murmured.
She let him slide down her body until his head was resting on her lap. She looked down at him, her blonde hair in a cascade over one shoulder and said,
"We are lucky to have found each other."
Then she bent down and began to kiss him more earnestly. Having his nearly naked body in her arms as they had talked had started to get to her and soon she was probing his mouth with her tongue and her hands were floating over his chest and stomach. He brought a hand up to the back of her head and the kissing intensified. One of her hands drifted over the front of his shorts, down to his bare thighs, and then back to the significant bulge that had been growing. Bill began to suck on Sharon's tongue as her hand slipped under the waist band and made contact with his nearly fully erect cock and she began to rub it. Bill brought both hands to his shorts and quickly pulled them down and off, giving Sharon unrestricted access to his hard cock and full balls.
Taking her cue from her young lover, Sharon released his cock and lips and sat up and began to work the tight sports bra up and over her big full tits. When the tantalizing orbs were free Bill brought his lips to an engorged nipple and began to suck on it. Sharon began to purr a bit and then said,
"I love how that feels, baby, but I need to get out of these shorts."
He gave a last suck and lick and lifted his head from her lap, then sat up and turned a bit so he could watch her shimmy the tight shorts down her long, luscious, muscular legs. He smiled when her gorgeous cock popped into view, fully erect. She tossed the shorts onto the floor and then said,
"Alright, back you come."
He settled back, feeling her hard cock against his cheek, her nipple finding it's way back into his mouth. Sharon began to stroke his fat cock again. She loved the way it looked in her hand, rising up from his crotch. When she saw the glistening bead of precum form at the slit, she knew she had to taste it.
"Time for a little switch, baby," she cooed.
She leaned toward his cock, pulling her tit away from his mouth, but bringing something just as hot and tasty to his lips. As she began to lick and suck at his cock head, Bill tilted his head to get his mouth on her cock. It was obvious what they both wanted, so with some gentle moving around they wound up on their sides, face to cock, treating each other to wet, passionate sucking. Bill marveled at how easily he came to accept sucking the cock of such a beautiful woman could feel so natural. And he loved that he could get the whole dick in his mouth. Sharon must have agreed since she was moaning around his cock, most of which was in her mouth. Arms were wrapped around lower backs and asses as they tried to give as much pleasure as they received.
This went on for some time with lots of attention paid to the smooth ball sacks that hung beneath the wet, slippery dicks. Then Bill felt his cock slip out of that warm, wonderful place and Sharon shimmied some more and soon he felt hands on his ass cheeks and something smooth, warm, wet and insistent on his asshole. The shock that ran through him was electric and he groaned loudly. He had been thinking of this for a couple of weeks now and when Sharon played with his ass now brought it to the front of his mind and he let her cock pop out of his mouth and said,
"Oh, fuck, Sharon, that feels so good. I need you to do something for me."
Her head came up from between his legs and she looked at him, her breathing heavy,
"What's that, baby?"
"I want you to take this beautiful hard cock of yours and fuck me in the ass with it and shoot a nice wad of your delicious cum inside me."
Her eyes popped wide and she said,
"Really? Are you sure, baby?"
"As sure as I can be," he replied.
She smiled brightly and then scrambled around until she was on top of him, smothering his face with kisses and her long blonde hair. Then she sat up astride his thighs saying,
"Oh, baby, I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you in those little gym shorts cutting the lawn down the block."
"Oh, those things, yeah. All I had that day, everything else was in the laundry," he replied with a grin.
"Well, they were enough to get my attention. Now stay right here. I'll be back in a second."
She bounced up off the couch and hurried into the bedroom. As much as Bill liked watching her hurry away from him, her firm ass cheeks flexing, he liked watching her come back, with her six inch 'clit' bouncing in front. She carried a small bottle of lube.
"Okay, sweetheart. Get up and kneel on the couch with your back to me."
Bill did as she asked and when he assumed the position, Sharon had to remind herself to breathe as the sight took her breath away. She took some of the lube and spread it around his asshole, causing him to twitch. She added some more and pushed in with her finger and this got a groan out of him. She finger fucked his ass a bit and his reaction was extremely positive. The she took the lube and rubbed a generous amount on the head and shaft of her cock and then put the bottle aside. She rubbed her hands over his smooth ass and asked,
"Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes, give it to me," he pleaded.
With one hand on his ass and the other aiming her cock head, she rubbed on his tight hole a bit and then began to push. She felt the resistance.
"Just relax, baby. Try pushing out a bit."
She pushed again and felt the ring begin to give way and the slick head began to disappear into Bill's ass. He let out a groan and she stopped but then she felt him push back so she resumed pressing. With steady pressure in both directions, and lots of lube, her cock slowly disappeared until her hips met his rock hard ass. They both groaned in unison and then she began to fuck him, slowly at first until he was used to the in and out of her cock. She was in heaven feeling his tight ass around her cock, watching the muscles of his back and ass flex, hearing him moan and voice his pleasure.
"Oh, Sharon, baby, this is so good. I can't believe it. Oh, fuck my ass, baby, yeah, fuck it."
Sharon had no illusions about how long this could last. She had been wound up from the moment she saw him on the couch when she got home and between the kissing, stroking, cuddling and sucking she was already set to cum when he asked her to fuck him. Now she was fighting the urge every step of the way but it was a losing fight. Finally she couldn't hold back and shouted,
"Here it comes, baby, I'm gong to cum."
With that Bill clamped down and flexed his ass muscles to trap her dick and she began to buck as she pumped her load up her lovers tight, no longer virgin ass. Bill groaned more as he felt the hot cum spew inside him. Sharon had fallen forward to lay on his back, her big tits pressing down as she finished up with a series of short thrusts as the last of her cum dribbled into his ass. She let herself rest a bit on his back than stood back up and withdrew her cock from his ass.
She grabbed him and pushed him over onto his back on the couch. She took the bottle of lube in one hand and his still hard cock in the other and began to coat the thick shaft and gleaming head with gel. She rubbed it in quickly, added another dollop to the tip and then positioned her asshole over the head and began to push down. Bill reached to grab her hips and helped steady her. It didn't take long and Bill's big dick was up her ass and she was ecstatic. Again she knew it wouldn't last long. She rode him up and down for about a dozen strokes when Bill grunted, thrust upwards with his hips and began to shoot his load up into her tight hot and above all else, willing ass. She rode him until he stopped and laid flat. She let her body fold down until her big tits pressed against his chest. Their lips found each other and they kissed long and deep, his arms around her back. When they broke off the kiss she settled down with her head next to his and she whispered,
"Just hold me like this and don't ever let go."
"I don't ever want to, but won't it make moving around kinda difficult?" he asked, sounding all innocent.
They both started to laugh and after a while the kissing resumed.