Old Bill - Pt. 02

I was full of mixed emotions following my time with Bill. I did not know sex could be so marvellous. I relished the attention and compliments that Bill bestowed on me and the control that he exhibited.

When I saw him in the pub a couple of days later, my heart skipped a beat when he gave me his customary wink, but I deflated when he treated me no differently than before, or the other girls, when he bought his round and left his customary tip.

He did make conversation a little later and asked, "Have you read the book on astronomy?"

"Yes, I've made a start," I replied.

It wasn't until the end of the evening, as I was clearing away, that he asked, "Do you fancy coming over to see me one afternoon after school next week?"

"I finish early on Monday and could pop in around two o'clock," I said.

"I look forward to it," he said. Then offered his customary wink.

Monday morning seemed to drag, and I shot out of college at the earliest opportunity and was knocking on Bill's front door by half past one. He commented, "You're early, come in." I was conscious of how his eyes looked me over as I nervously took off my coat.

"Have you come to learn about Astronomy this afternoon, Honey?" asked Bill. Mischievously winking at me.

"... Er, oh I didn't bring the book, err....," I replied.

"What have you come over for this afternoon, Honey? Is it sex you want, Honey?" asked Bill.

Sensing my awkwardness, he pulled me into him, kissed me and said, "You are beautiful."

I kissed him back and said, "Well, you are handsome."

"Let's go upstairs," he said. He took my hand and led me away.

His bedroom was as immaculate as the rest of the house, and a big, inviting double bed looked warm and enticing as Bill started to undress me.

Within a minute or two we were both naked and I caught sight of his big hardening cock bobbing in front of him before he ushered us both into bed.

In bed he started to ravish my body and soon made his way down to my pussy where he let out a contented growl before letting his tongue go to work expertly, making me squirm with delight. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation and revelled in the fact that I was naked with legs wide apart, but I felt no shyness or self-consciousness.

An orgasm rose in me, and I heard Bill say, "Good girl."

I squirmed and moaned at his touch before he repositioned himself and I felt his cock nudging at the lips of my quivering quim.

My eyes opened and fixed on his cock before closing them as he entered me, and I started to moan again.

Bill started to talk to me, telling me how gorgeous I was and telling me that I should always enjoy sex. He told me there were positions that he wanted to show me and that I should remember the ones I liked the best. I nodded and enjoyed the feelings flooding my body.

I clearly remember him rolling us both over, so he was on his back, and I was on top, before moving my legs up his side and encouraging me to sit astride him as he told me to 'ride him'.

It was the first time that I'd ever felt in any sort of control having sex and relished rising and falling and making his cock appear and disappear inside me.

"Sixty-nine now" Bill ordered and efficiently re-position us, so that my pussy was over his mouth and soon enjoying that experienced tongue whilst his glistening cock was in front of my face below me with my mouth eager to suck it.

I quickly realised that the taste on his cock was obviously my juices but sucked greedily on it with my hand pumping up and down on his shaft.

Bill's tongue was doing what it does best, and soon I felt another orgasm rising in me. I desperately wanked his cock hoping to bring him off into my mouth at the same time, but to no avail. Bill then took it upon himself to position us in the doggie position, he pushed my head down on the bed and lifted my bum in the air before his cock slid powerfully into me.

After a few powerful strokes in and out of me, I felt a sharp pain as his hand slapped my buttock, more thrusts and slaps, before he joked, "You'd better not let your boyfriend see your bottom as it is sporting a red handprint!"

Bill pulled out of me, and I then felt his cock slapping against my bum before he jumped off the bed and positioned us both so that he could slide his cock into my mouth. I was lying on my back and instinctively my left hand cradled his balls and as my right pumped his cock until it started to buck and explode into my mouth and as the torrent of cum spurted into my mouth Bill deeply growled, "Swallow it Honey." I dutifully did my best.

I looked up at him and laughed at the mess I'd made as he said those lovely words, "Good girl."

He then gathered me up, we got under the covers, and he cuddled me into him, and I felt his hand engulf my left buttock. "I'm sorry if I reddened it, sweetheart," he said. He gently rubbed it, and added, "But you have a delightfully smackable arse!"

We laid there for a few minutes enjoying the closeness of each other and we started to kiss before I felt his fingers playing with my pussy and I reached down to feel that his cock was already coming back to life.

I wasn't sure if I could take another fucking and told him so, to which he replied, "If you can't fuck you'll have to suck." He pushed my head down until his cock was in my mouth.

I sucked his cock as my body curled around on top of him and I felt his hand rest on my bum and gently rub my buttocks as we both gave out pleasurable moans.

My hands furiously rubbed his cock as my mouth sucked on the head of his cock before I detected a change in him and he flipped me off him, laid me down, held my arms above my head by the wrists with his left hand as his right hand took his cock and wanked his cock in front of my face until he ejaculated streak after streak of warm cum over my face and stated, "And that my dear is a 'Bill Facial'!"

I sprang up as he moved off me and made my way to the dressing table mirror to examine his handiwork on my face, then I turned and looked at the red handprints on my bum in the mirror. We both laughed at the state of me, Bill wiping some of the cum on my cheek into my mouth, before getting a tissue and cleaning me up.

"Yes, sorry about your bum, it'll be ok tomorrow, just don't let Tim see it tonight," he advised. And we both laughed.

Bill then grabbed me by the throat and kissed me so passionately that it took my breath away, before asking what time I was coming around tomorrow.

"I've got netball practice after school tomorrow, so if you can take me in my kit and a bit sweaty, I can be here by six, if not, it'll be freshly showered about half past," I offered.

"Six o'clock in your netball kit sounds good!" Bill replied. Winking, he added, "We can shower here."

I felt a bit self-conscious on the way home from college in my netball kit, but I had a big, long coat on to cover most of my modesty. When I got to his door, I flung my coat off, and when Bill opened the door, I lifted my short skirt and said, "Coach, I think I've pulled a muscle. Would you take a look?"

Bill smiled and pulled me in, my coat and sports bag slung into the hall before he put me over his shoulder and carried me into the lounge, stating, "You shouldn't be walking until I've had a good look at it."

He then sat on the sofa and put me over my knee and lifted my skirt playfully saying, "Last time I looked this area was very red, I need to check it for bruising."

I looked over my shoulder and watched Bill pull down my netball knickers and reveal my buttocks, which he soon gently rubbed all over and added that they were perfect.

He then turned me over with my knickers halfway down my legs, and I quickly put my hands over myself with mock modesty, saying, "Oh, coach, I'm sorry to make you have to look at this".

"It is ok, my girl, I am a professional and an expert in these matters," Bill said. Then he moved my hands away and stroked my pussy.

He pulled my knickers completely off, saying that he needed me to open my legs as wide as possible to get to the nub of the issue before I burst out laughing and reached up to grab him and kiss his face.

Bill then said, "Stand up, girl." I obeyed, and he added, "Girls' netball would be a much bigger spectator sport if it were played without knickers." He then instructed me to jump up and down.

I duly obliged ensuring that I flashed my bum and pussy as much as I could before bending over in front of him and untying my gym shoelaces.

I then playfully sat between his legs, looked up at him and said, "I played well today, I scored lots of goals and think I deserve a reward."

Bill leaned back, slightly arched his back, undid his trousers, and, with a little help from me, removed his trousers and pants, presenting his proud, upstanding member in front of me.

I squealed, "Oh, coach, coach. Can I suck it?" Not waiting for an answer I grabbed his cock and started to lick it like a big fat lollipop.

Bill stroked my face and watched as the head of his cock disappeared into my mouth.

Bill fucked me five times that week and on Friday before we both went to the pub, him to hold court and me to serve beer, he said, "If you ever want to confide in anyone over our relationship you could talk to Tracey."Tracey was the landlady of the pub and my boss, and he explained that he was also fucking her regularly.

I wasn't in the slightest jealous, and considered the idea of chatting to her as I'd always got on well with Tracey. She was in her early forties, nice figure and was very pretty; her husband, Tony, was a bore and was generally drunk, so I could see why she would have been keen to take up with Bill.

We both made our way to the pub. Passers-by would think we were grandfather and granddaughter going for a stroll, but we knew differently. I loved having this sexy secret, but couldn't wait to confide in Tracey.