My Appreciation of Older Women - Miss Gay

The overall concept of this storyline came from remembering back, and wishing, hoping for an experience like this.

All character descriptions, actions, thoughts, and depictions are pure fantasy. All characters in this story are over the age of 18. Any resemblance to an actual person, incident, location, or slice of reality is purely coincidental. If anyone is offended by a story of an older woman and a younger man, then understand that I am trying to entertain and not offend.

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My Appreciation of Older Women - Miss Gay

At fifteen years of age, my hormones explode into a raging, lust-filled orgy of wishful thinking and fantasy. I (Steve) walk around with a perpetual erection wishing, craving, dreaming of, and yearning for something; besides my palm, to bury my throbbing dick into.

As with a lot of young men my age, talking to girls or women usually ends up with me being in a tongue-tied, jumbled-up conversation, resulting in frustration and embarrassment. I get nervous and my mind goes blank; well, it really doesn't go blank, I go into a haze - fantasizing about getting my hands on, looking at, drooling on, kissing, or otherwise worshiping the breasts before me.

When I do think of something to say, it comes out wrong and I sound like a pervert or just an idiot. The only female that I feel halfway comfortable around is my mother. As my hormone levels surge, my mind changes; I morph into a teen horndog, perving on my own mother; checking out her underwear, her bras, and any other piece of clothing that had come in direct contact with her body. The scent of a woman when added to teenage hormones becomes an unsafe mixture concluding with endless, freaking, fantasy masturbation episodes.

The difference between me and a slut is... a slut, at least, has sex. I have never had sex, except for Rosie palm and her sisters. When I realize what a hard-on is and how good it feels to relieve myself, I turn into a continuous masturbation machine.

My mom and I are close; I don't remember dad ever being in the picture. I think she is the sexiest woman in the world. She is thirty-five years old, about five-foot-five, nice rack that jiggles just right when she walks. She is womanly, not skinny, not fat. She weighs about 125 pounds, and she carries it in the right places. I want this beautiful older woman in the worst possible way. I just can't get any traction with my efforts to make her mine. Every time I devise a convincing argument, at least in my addled lust-filled mind, on why we will be the perfect lovers and life partners for each other; she masterfully redirects the conversation without bruising or crushing my adolescent ego.

My mom tries to help by redirecting my energies; she recommends me for just about all household chores that she hears about in the neighborhood. I start out mowing yards, weeding, burning fallen limbs, and other miscellaneous yard work. Occasionally, I move furniture or do other non-skilled work. During my last couple of years in high school, I have studied vo-technical classes and have worked part time for the electrical instructor. By the time I had turned eighteen, shortly after starting my senior year, I am handling ceiling fans and other minor electrical repairs on my own.

Mrs. Allen wants a light fixture replaced and she calls to see if I am available to come and do the work. I plan to visit her on Saturday. Mrs. Allen is a little older than my mother. She is in her mid-forties. She is divorced and her only child, a daughter, has moved away and soon to be married. I arrive early Saturday morning, and when I knock on her back door, she answers wearing a silk kimono robe just long enough to cover her ass cheeks. The robe is loosely tied and reveals a transparent baby doll nightie that immediately catches my attention. She wears a demure smile on her face and eyeballs the crotch of my pants, which in them contains a raging boner aching to be let out.

I instantly go from hard to painfully throbbing hard, and my mouth starts to water, admiring her perky nipples hidden by the kimono's silk material. She asks me to come in and shows me to the light fixture. There is a step stool already set up. I climb up to check out what I am working with. My crotch is at just about Mrs. Allen's head height. I look down at her gorgeous face and enjoy the view down her cleavage, wishing for a total and epic clothing failure.

I kind of lose my balance; she reaches to steady me in a panic. Her hand lands on my crotch. She has to feel the hard-on in my pants, as my cock pulses enjoying the contact, yearning for some attention. She smiles and slowly removes her hand. She shows no embarrassment and doesn't mention it. I am stuttering and stammering with visions of various sexual fantasies running through my lust-filled hazed. I disassemble the light fixture, handing Mrs. Allen the pieces as I remove them. When I can disassemble the fixture no further without securing the power; I climb down the stepladder, Mrs. Allen keeps her hands on me until my feet are safely on the floor.

She looks like sex personified. God, this woman is HOT.

"Well, I need to turn off the electricity to finish this job."

She smiles. "Follow me," she says, using her sultry voice.

"Anywhere," I think to myself.

I admire the view, watching her from behind. I am hypnotized by the cheeks of her ass that tease my vision by peeking out from the hem of her kimono with each step - right, left, right, left. My dick is so hard, it hurts to walk. I follow her down the hallway and into her bedroom. She walks into her closet, and then asks me to help her. She is moving her hanging clothes. She must reach up to make the clothes slide on the pole revealing her ass cheeks even more. Her ass is visible through the sheer panties.

She is struggling and asks for my help. If you have ever been inside a woman's closet, you understand how cramped it can get. We end up with our bodies pressed against each other. Somehow, the bulge in my jeans is all but invading the crack of her ass. She grinds that gorgeous ass against me (inadvertently, at first), which I thoroughly enjoy. Periodically, our hands end up grasping the other, in order to maintain our balance. By the time her clothes are moved and access to the breaker box is established, we are sweating and highly aroused.

Our faces are close, and our lips meet. The first kiss is a lingering peck. Our lips separate, but our eyes remain locked. We slowly re-engage the kiss and it rapidly flourishes from a closed-mouth peck, to a tongue-wrestling, passionate, make-out kiss. Our hands explore each other's body, caressing and groping, my hands find those glorious ass cheeks and hold them like precious gold. I pull her body into mine and grind my aching bulge against her. She hops up and wraps her legs around my waist and reciprocates my grinding with a little humping action of her own.

She breaks the kiss, and using a quiet husky voice, she whispers in my ear, "Let's take this outside of the closet."

She rides me and pulls off my T-shirt, struggling to remove it, one arm at a time. We make it back into the bedroom and share a lust-filled kiss. Our tongues search each other's mouths, acquainting each with the other's tastes and sensations. Her hands run up and down my back, groping my ass cheeks occasionally. We are in each other's arms; her legs are still around my waist.

We are grinding our sexes together, she pauses long enough to moan, "Time out."

I smile and stop.

"Let's get naked and do this right!" she pants.

"Mrs. Allen," I quietly whisper, "I don't want you to be disappointed; I don't have a lot of experience."

"Enough with the Mrs. Allen, call me Gay. No, Steve, the only way I can be disappointed is if you tell me that you are gay!"

I smile.

"Just let me know how to please you and I will do my best!"

"God, I hope so."

We start removing our clothes. She kneels in front of me and caresses my throbbing cock.

"Oh my, I am going to have fun with this thing. Baby, you are magnificent!"

She kisses the helmet and licks me from the base of my cock to the tip. She parts her lips and literally swallows me. My balls are resting on her chin and her nose is buried in my pubic hair. She wiggles her face side to side, and buries the head of my throbbing cock in her throat.

"Oh God, that feels so good! I am going to cum real soon."

She looks up at me and smiles around my dick.

"Let it go, baby. Give it to me. I want it."

She grabs the back of my thighs and starts fucking her face with my granite-like dick. Her carpet won't be the same, as my toes have a death grip on the pile. She feels it throb and she knows I am close. I tap her shoulder and she pulls off until she holds just the helmet in her mouth. She works the rest of my manhood with her hands, driving me to climax.

It pulses and I deliver an impressive load into her mouth. My load escapes with such force that she flinches when it hits the back of her throat. She recovers quickly and milks me until I grow soft. She twirls her tongue around the very sensitive helmet, making my knees go weak and making my body shudders.

"Oh my God, Gay, that was fantastic."

"That was nothing but a warmup, baby. I hope you like to eat pussy as much I like sucking cock!"

"I'm not very experienced, but I am more than willing to please you."

Gay climbs on the bed and lays on her back, her arms are outstretched to me, and she whispers, using a husky voice, "Come to me, lover. I want you."

I crawl on the bed and walk on my hands and knees, staying low and kissing her legs as I progress up to the promised land. As soon as my head gets within reach of Gay's hands, she clutches my hair with her fingers and guides me to the source of her intoxicating aroma. Her scent fills my nostrils and makes my dick throb in anticipation. I plant soft, gentle kisses on her outer pussy lips. Gay squeals and pulls my head burying my face in her sloppy cunt. I am all in now. My dick comes back to life, and I am so hard it feels like the skin on my dick is about to split.

I lick, lap, kiss, and suck on Gay's love box until she is moaning and groaning, expressing her pleasure and humping my face like a woman possessed. She is vocal and tells me what she wants, where she wants it, and how hard she likes it. I am a quick learner, and she is physically demonstrating her carnal lust. I insert a finger, then two, and start fingerfucking her.

She stops me long enough to explain what a G-spot is, how to find it, and how much pleasure a woman gets from it.

Again, I learn quickly because in just a few minutes, Gay is screaming and thrashing on her bed. She is in the throes of an orgasm; her body is shaking, and her muscles are flexing.

She pushes me away pleading, "No more. Let me rest a minute, lover."

I climb up next to her, and cuddle with her. She seems to recover and then falls asleep, purring like a kitten. I kiss her shoulder and her back, while gently caressing her body until I join her in a nap.

I wake up about forty-five minutes later, when I feel movement on the bed. I open my eyes to see her gorgeous ass walking into her ensuite bathroom. I close my eyes and in a couple of minutes, I hear the toilet flush. I open my eyes and admire her nakedness climbing back into the bed. She is on her hands and knees above me and leans down to kiss me.

"Thank you for that orgasm. It was one of the best I have ever had."

I smile and pull her down for a kiss.

She breaks the kiss and asks, "How much longer will it take for you to finish the light fixture?"

"About an hour at the most."

"Good, it is not even noon yet. I want to ride you for real."

"Gay, I'd really like that."

She pushes me back and straddles my hips. She leans down and kisses me, while rubbing her breasts on my chest. I caress her back and that gorgeous ass. My cock regains its stiffness.

Gay smiles and whispers, "Welcome back, big boy," and rubs her soaking-wet pussy up and down the length of my hardness. "I can't wait to have this monster buried in my hungry twat."

"I can't wait to be buried in you, balls deep."

My teenage cock is hard and standing proud. Gay smiles at it and slowly lowers herself until the very tip is lightly contacting her nether lips. Teasing me, she wiggles her hips, parting her lips with my helmet. She growls and grabs my throbbing member to align it with her opening.

Using a deep husky voice, she mews, "Oh, yes! Right there, baby. Drive that fucker home!"

I smile up at her, and grip her hips tightly. I thrust my hips upward and bury myself in a warm, wet, slice of heaven. She slides down my love pole and grinds her ass cheeks against my hips. She leans forward and presents her breasts for my enjoyment. I release her hips and begin to play with her breasts, taking turns sucking on each nipple.

"Oh, baby, keep doing that and I am going to orgasm, I love having my nipples sucked."

"Excellent, because I love sucking on them. They are beautiful and tasty. I could do this all day."

"I have other plans for those lips, but this is a great start."

She starts to fuck herself on my cock. She is energetic and her passions drive her to pound her pussy on my throbbing dick. She goes for what seems like five minutes, and I can tell that she is starting to tire. I grab her hips, thrust up, and roll us over, keeping myself buried in her molten depths. She laughs, squeals, and holds me tightly against her; Gay wraps her legs around me and prods me with her heels to continue pounding her. I gladly accept the challenge and I robustly thrust myself into her as fast and as deeply as I can.

"Just like that, baby! You feel so good. Pound my pussy. Make it yours."

Wanting to please, and feeling on top of the world, hearing her words of encouragement, I redouble my effort to give her the fucking of her life. I feel my orgasm coming on and my balls are getting tight. Gay is stroking my back and gripping my ass cheeks making sure that I bottom out in her with every stroke. I am a life-support system for a hard, throbbing penis. I am being used for her pleasure and I am loving every second of it.

Her moans are getting louder, and her breathing is deep and quick. She shakes and grips me tightly, and I strain to bury myself even deeper. I hold myself there and feel my dick throb, sending geyser after geyser of babymakers hurtling and painting Gay's insides. I collapse on top of her, and our bodies shake against each other while the orgasmic waves crash over and through our souls.

We become still and listen to each other regaining our breaths.

"Oh, God!" she whispers. "I needed that! It has been too long since I had a nice, hard dick fuck me that good. Thank you, Steve."

"Gay, it is my pleasure. I probably enjoyed having sex with you more than you did. I take it I performed satisfactorily?"

"You could say that. For our first time together, it was excellent. As time moves on and our experience with each other increases, we will learn more about each other's likes and dislikes, making our pleasures even more fulfilling."

"I like the sound of that."

We kiss and cuddle and stroke each other's body gently, eventually taking another short nap. I wake up hearing the shower running. I roll out of bed and get dressed. I walk into the closet and flip the breaker marked kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and remove the old light fixture. The mounting bracket for the new light fixture is different, so I remove the old one and install the new one. I wire up the new light fixture, using wire nuts and electrical tape. and mount the new light fixture in place.

Gay walks into the kitchen with her hair in a towel. That kimono only adds to her sexiness. She helps me down off the stepladder and into her arms, where she pulls me in for another pleasurable kiss.

"Is the light fixture finished?"

I nod. She turns and scampers back into her bedroom.

I hear, "Try the light now."

I flip the light switch and the light comes on.

She returns to the kitchen and gives an excited squeal.

"That looks even better than I imagined."

She walks over and hops into my arms.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," she says, while peppering my face and neck with kisses.

"I am glad that you like it."

"I like you more."

"I like you too, Gay."

"Do you?"

"Yes ma'am. You are fun and beautiful, and sexy as hell!"

"Thank you. You are good for my ego. It helps to know that I can make a young strong man want me."

I hump my again-raging boner against her.

"I hope you can feel how much I want you."

Her smile beams like a million-watt spotlight.

"Yes, Steve, I can feel it."

She sits on the footstool and quickly unfastens my belt and opens my pants. She slides my pants down along with my underwear in one swift motion. My dick escapes the clothing prison like a jack-in-the -ox pointing at her face, bouncing slightly with each heartbeat. She kisses my helmet and licks the slit. She slowly engulfs my cock, sending shivers up my spine and making my knees go weak. Gay grabs my hip and buries my blue-steel throbber down her throat. She wiggles her head, making sure it is all the way in. She leaves it there for a few seconds and then slowly extricates it from her throat. Taking it all the way out, she licks the copious amount of saliva from it, while intermittently placing gentle kisses. It pulses with each kiss. She pauses and looks up at me.

"Would you do me a favor?"

"Gay, I would do anything for you."

"I hate getting pubic hair in my mouth. Would you consider shaving or trimming it very short?"

"Absolutely."

"Thank you."

She resumes making love to my cock with her mouth. She kisses, licks, sucks, and pounds my cock down her throat until I can't take it anymore. I am seeing stars and I feel my balls expand with an imminent explosive release. I involuntarily thrust my hips.

"I'm about to blow."

She nods her head without missing a stroke.

"Oh God!"

I picture a strip mine detonation with a zipper-like series of explosions loosening the ore. My body shakes and shivers, while my cock erupts filling her mouth and throat. She holds me still, she stimulates my cock head further, when she moves her throat muscles to swallow my seed. My cock head is so sensitive that my body jerks at the additional stimulus. Gay slowly pulls off and my dick makes a pop, like sucking a lollipop, when exiting her mouth. She looks up at me and gives me that million-watt smile. She stands and pulls me in for another kiss. We tongue wrestle and I can taste myself; I was apprehensive about it, but if I want her to take me, then I should be able to share. I am sure that she tastes herself after I return the favor. It isn't that bad, and she seems to enjoy sharing.

I grab her ass cheeks and pull her body tightly against mine.

"Got you a little sensitive there, huh, tiger?"

"Yes ma'am."

She kneels and puts my limp dick back in her mouth. She works me over and removes any remnants. She pulls up my underwear and pants, and lets me get situated.

She hugs me and kisses me again, then looks me in the eyes. "Steve."

"Yes, Gay."

"You need more fruit in your diet. Do you like pineapple?"

I nod.

"Eat more pineapple, apples, and grapes."

"Gladly."

"Do you know how to paint?"

"I think so. There isn't much to it."

"Good. I think I need to paint the inside of my house, and I could use a hand."

She rubs my crotch, not breaking eye contact.

"It could be a long, hard project."

I smile. "I might struggle, but I would be willing to try. The perks are hard to beat."

"Excellent. I will tell your mom what a great job you did today, and let her know my plans. One last kiss and then you better go."

"Show me your body."

She drops the kimono, revealing herself. She smiles at my bulging pants.

"Go, or we will both be in trouble."

I turn around to leave, and she stops me.

"Steve."

Turning my head, she walks towards me and gives me a peck on the cheek.

She slips a twenty in my hand, and whispers, "Thanks for the help today."

"I can't take that."

"We have to keep up appearances."

"Okay, but only for appearance's sake. I thoroughly enjoyed today, and I would have done it for free."

"I know. I thoroughly enjoyed myself today and I would have paid a lot more, but that might have raised suspicions as well."

She gave me another peck on the cheek, then turns me towards the door. I walk out the door and I walk home with a little more spring in my step. My mind is flooded with the memories of the previous several hours and the final view of Gay standing nude in the kitchen.

I don't remember how I had gotten home. I can't wait to start painting...