The Merry Widow Ch. 02B

Hello again, Gentle Reader. It's been a while since we checked in on David and Marie, his Merry Widow. I don't really know why, either. These are one of my favorite couples.

Anyway, I had always pictured this story with different points of view. So let's see how they're doing, shall we?

So Dave asked for something he called the "point of view" of one of the participants.

Okay, Dave, here goes. But, spoiler alert, I'm not a writer. Hell, it was always agony for me to write a damn after-action report. You want to know how to manage a bunch of mechanics? I'm your guy. Want to know how to pull a code and fix the problem? Yep, come to my shop. But writing a story? Not my wheelhouse.

Okay, there's the disclaimer. Here goes.

When Dave mentioned Marie, my reaction was, "Why not?" I mean, what the hell. The Vet's Corps was about 90 percent guys and guys all think with their dicks. Turns out, even the girls think with their pussies. A young, healthy group like ours, hell, between drinking and fucking, well, okay, a little bit of studying for most of us, a lot of studying for a few like Dave, our days were pretty much completely used up. And yeah, I suppose we got a little, what do you call it? "Jaded?"

You know. College life and all. And we were all old enough to buy alcohol, and even before legalization, pot was available. A few of the guys were pretty seriously into drugs, and there was cocaine or opium or hashish around most of the time. We didn't do the harder chemicals, the meth or that stuff. But we were pretty much high or at least a little drunk or, more often, both, all of the time.

So anyway, Dave mentioned this old lady he was living with and how she was, what did he call her? Oh, yeah. She was the "merry widow" and interested in some action.

We set it up then, a Saturday night party with the widow as the entertainment. A dozen pizzas were eaten and the second keg tapped before Dave and the old lady got there. We were sitting around, me and the guys, just, you know, shoooting the shit. One of those sessions guys who once lived in barracks get into. A couple were killing something or other on the big TV. Franky had his guitar out and was strumming away. But mostly we were bullshitting.

We got a glimpse of Dave and the woman as they passed through a corner of the room on their way to the bathroom/bedroom hall. I didn't see much but thought, "Nice tits."

Finally, Dave showed up, a shit eating grin on his face, and said, "She's getting ready."

There was a chorus of "She'd better be good after all of the hype," and shit like that. Old Dave just smiled.

"Oh, hell yes," I heard. I think that was Joe. When I turned to look, she had stopped, just inside the room. I'm pretty sure she knew what she was doing. I KNOW she was posing.

And mentally, I agreed with Joe as I thought, "Oh, HELL yes."

She was good-looking enough, for a chick old enough to be my grandmother. I thought the makeup was a bit overdone, but, hell, that's just me.

But it was those tits that I couldn't look away from.

I'm a man, you know? And EVERY man likes a good pair of tits. Any man, I don't care how fucking gay or bi or trans or whateverthefuck the word of the day is, likes a good pair of tits.

They swayed in an interesting way, not the firm lightly jiggling titties of the girls I typically chased. I watched, hell, I was fucking hypnotized, as she moved to the center of the quilt in the center of the room somebody had found. She was almost graceful as she got to her knees. Her voice was an old woman's voice as she said, "Come and get it boys. Gramma's wanting some cock," or something like that.

I was frozen. Hell, this was new to me, you know, something you see on a porn video.

I wasn't the only one. Nobody moved.

Hell, I kind of felt sorry for the woman, the way her face fell but then Brian, bless his Air Force pussy heart, stood and started taking off his clothes.

As he moved to her, I understood what Dave had been saying. Here was a woman who truly loved cock. I doubt she could have picked Brian out of a lineup the next day. You could see how focused she was on that big dick of his, hard now, pointing right at her as he walked to stand in front of her.

She opened her mouth wide, and in one smooth move, he was balls deep in her. "Damn, deep throat," I thought, standing and starting to work at my belt and zipper.

I was slow, and the rings around her were three deep by the time I was naked from the waist down.

So I watched, looking around heads and over shoulders, as one after another the guys used her.

But I understood, too, that she was using them, using us.

I've taken a few women to orgasm, although I'm pretty much a drain-the-old-dragon guy, and if they get off, that's a bonus. But I've taken a few over the top. Enough to recognize the signs.

And she was cumming.

You could see it on her face, that smile as she said, "Thank you," after every fresh load was squirted onto her.

You could smell it in the air. The smell of pussy, that special smell all men love, hung around her like a fog. When it was my turn I looked and I'm pretty sure that puddle under her ass wasn't JUST men's cum. I was pretty sure hers was mixed in there too.

She started me with her hand. Reggie, the only black member of the Vet's Corps had that big cock in her throat and Sam was in her other hand. When she pulled off Reggie and accepted his load, oddly, his was a brighter white than the other guys' and very thick, Miracle Whip compared to the yogurt the rest of the guys were putting on her she said "Thank you," in that strangely sincere way of hers, kissed his softening dick, and turned to Sam, swallowing him as she took Tim's long, thin cock in her hand.

And she was good. She wasn't missing a stroke with either hand as her mouth worked, and I could hear her swallowing noisily. I wondered if she could actually jack you off with her throat like that.

Sam came, spraying his thin, watery cum onto her tits to run down and drop in her thighs, and then she was on me.

Jesus CHRIST, the woman could suck cock. She did something with her tongue, almost wrapping it around my shaft and working up to the head, damn near making me cum right then. But she didn't. She slowed and did that again. And again.

This was a truly world class blow job and when she pulled off suddenly she bowed her head and guided my cock so that I shot onto the back of her head, my cum joining the quart of yogurt already there, her hair soaked and lank.

She moaned a while later, I couldn't see who she was servicing at that point, and said, "Sorry, boys, but old knees need a rest."

I lost sight of her, and by then I was so fascinated by the show that was going on, I got up and moved to see what was going on.

Reggie, again, of course, his black cock taking her, doggie fashion as she actually barked and the guys were saying "Easy girl."

My second time I had her ass. I wasn't the first one either, she was slick with cum back there. Hell, by then she was absolutely coated in cum.

I didn't sit down after that. I just grabbed a beer and watched. Christ, this was better than any porn show ever.

I couldn't believe it when Reggie was back for a third time. Shit, maybe there is something to the whole jungle fever thing. He took her anally she cried out when there was still about three inches of that big cock showing.

"Easy, Girl," he said, adjusting his body a little, and that last three inches disappeared.

"Oh JESUS," she cried, the first words I could remember her saying since she dropped to her knees.

She came then, her back arching, pushing that big ass up for him, and crying a wordless Charlie Brown sound, "AAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHhhhhhhhh."

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when he pulled out, still hard, and knee walked around until his boner was waving in front of her face.

"Clean up, Gramma," he said, and she did.

She took him into her mouth without hesitation and sucked like she was trying to suck the proverbial tennis ball through a garden hose.

He finished with a groan and a single watery squirt that hit right between her eyes.

The show was over then, a fitting finale. Dave gathered her up and walked her back to the bedroom. When they came out, he had a bundle of clothes wrapped up in a towel.

It was her we all looked at, though. Christ. It looked like someone had poured gallons of yogurt over her head. Basically, her whole body was covered in cum but it was concentrated on her face and in her hair. She left a trail of white drops as she walked.

And her smile was the smile of a woman so happy she could just burst. I thought of the cheap paper sign that hung in the barracks for a while. This frog was standing, looking at you. He had a caricature of a frown on his frog face and the caption was - I'm so happy I could just shit. She looked so damn happy she could just cum.

And they were gone.