Amy's Accident

It was miserable out. A cold heavy drizzle mixed with sleet. Amy was late. She had promised Don she'd have him at the airport in time for his flight and that promise was in jeopardy. Like everyone in her small town, Amy knew about the short cut through the school parking lot. She knew about it and that evening she took it.

Like Amy, Jerome "Jerry" Jackson, less formally known as JJ, also hurried. He'd left basketball practice early in order to be home for his grandmother's birthday. JJ was a high school senior, nineteen years old, having repeated seventh grade. He had already been offered and accepted an athletic scholarship to play at the state university.

Amy picked up speed as she guided her Cadillac through the empty parking lot. Simultaneously, JJ hurried out a side door of the gymnasium, dashing through the dark, cold, wet, misery of the evening toward his clunker in the student parking lot. Amy and the Caddy had just hit 35 mph when she and her car struck the young athlete.

The injury was serious but not critical. Complicated. The elbow. JJ wouldn't be playing basketball for a while. His high school career was over.

Amy felt absolutely awful. She apologized profusely to her husband for missing his flight then asked Don if he thought she should seek professional help for what she'd done to the boy. He offered a qualified maybe. Wracked with guilt and against everyone's advice she went to see JJ at his home. She wanted to try to make it up to him. If things were bad before, she was about to make them worse. Or not.

~*~*~*~

JJ opened his front door in a long white terrycloth robe. He'd just taken what parts of a shower he could manage given the armpit-to-fingertips cast covering his right arm. Amy was a tall woman, nearly five foot ten, but found herself looking up at the tallest man she had ever met in person. It took her a moment to find her voice. She introduced herself and offered the fruit basket she'd brought the injured young athlete.

"You can put it there," JJ said pointing to a table and stepping aside to let her enter the apartment he'd grown up in. JJ lived with his grandmother. She worked the late shift at the hospital and was already at work.

At first glance, Amy was speechless at the young man's good looks and nasty looking "bandage." To complicate matters even more, the contrast of the near jet blackness of his skin juxtaposed against the pure whiteness of the cotton robe caused her mouth to gape wide open... and stay open for 38 long seconds. Amy didn't move or breathe or blink for more than half a minute. Unexpectedly, JJ, likewise, remained stock still. Very few women on the far side of 50 can stop a 19-year-old in his tracks. Amy could. She was also very contrite once she'd regained her composure.

"I'm so sorry," Amy finally muttered, taking a deep breath, "I just wanted to offer my sincerest apologies for what happened you certainly didn't deserve your injuries is there anything I can do to help repair some of the damage?" She rattled off her prepared remarks in one single, continuous, declarative breath.

"Just gotta give it time."

"I understand you play basketball."

"Used to... hope to again. Can I get you something? Would you like to sit down?" Amy took a seat on the sofa.

"Perhaps some water, please." Amy's mouth was tinder dry.

She waited until she'd taken several sips of water before she continued, now even more nervous because JJ had said nothing.

"I'd really like to help if I could. I feel so bad about what happened."

"I..." JJ started to say something then stopped himself.

After a pause, Amy reiterated her offer. "What? I'd really like to help, JJ. Don't be shy or embarrassed.

JJ looked down and remained silent.

Amy took the lead. "I'm 54 years old JJ. There's nothing I haven't seen or heard befo..."

"You're 54? For real?!"

Amy felt herself beginning to blush. "For real. Why, don't I look it?"

"You look younger than my aunt and she's 38."

"You've made me blush. Now you have to tell me. C'mon JJ, I promise to help."

JJ was conflicted. Would she really help him? It was so embarrassing. He and his friends would joke around about older women. How they were much more open to sex than their schoolmates. But mostly it was just B. S. boasting. And those "older" females of their banter were much closer to his age, in their early twenties. This woman was over 50!

JJ took a step toward where Amy sat holding the glass of water. Then another step. "Promise not to be mad?" Amy quickly promised and JJ stepped in front of her. He held out his right arm, casted from his shoulder to his palm and positioned at an angle from his body. He showed her how he couldn't reach below his waist. "I can't jerk off and I'm so horny."

For some unplanned reason, JJ used his left hand to pull open his robe exposing his dark skinned body. He stood there, his big dick hanging down well below his scrotum. Amy was so shocked she couldn't speak or move for close to a minute while thinking amusedly, "At least he's proportional." Then the required, "JJ what are you doing?" It was a shriek as much as a question. The mature woman's reaction had JJ frozen in place, unable to move, barely able to breathe. There he loomed. Two feet from her face. Robe parted. Genitals displayed. Amy aghast and agape. She never took her eyes off that dark dick.

"I thought you wanted to help. You said you did. "

Even as JJ stood rigid, there was still movement. Both watched as he began to lengthen and fatten, to harden and rise.

Amy couldn't think. She was transfixed. She'd never seen anything like JJ's cock. Her body was on autopilot. The movements were natural but without thought, the muscles flexing automatically. Gently, tenderly Amy touched JJ's erecting member.

"You have a beautiful phallus," she murmured, more addressed to JJ's dick than to him. "Such a pretty cock.," she whispered as she wrapped her hand around it as far as her fingers would reach. She asked JJ if he'd ever had a woman jerk him off? Standing before Amy, JJ shook like he was naked in a blizzard. She cupped his balls and dragged her fingernails across his sack. He clenched his groin muscles causing his cock to move dragging her hand with it. Amy wasn't used to this level of responsiveness. She too was becoming aroused. She told him, "I want to make you cum. Would you like that?" JJ nodded.

Amy leaned forward, gently holding the newly formed groin rod like she'd injured the young man's penis not his elbow. She held it with the same tenderness she'd cradle a newborn. She began to stroke, then spoke.

"It's beautiful," she told the young athlete. Then, "I can't believe how big it is."

JJ remained rigid, body and dick, and stared down at the very pretty, very seasoned woman hold his more than man-sized hard-on. She was the first person, other than JJ himself, to touch him sexually. Her hands were so soft he hardened even further. Amy's nostrils flared as she pumped JJ's cock. She slid off the couch onto her knees. JJ widened his stance to accommodate the crouching form of the mature beauty.

"Am I doing this right," Amy asked, fondling and pumping the big dick. "It's been quite a while since I jerked a boy off." JJ moaned. He was nearly cumming already.

Amy started massaging the beautiful black fuselage in earnest, stroking softly, pushing and tugging at the boy's giant dick. She felt what had started between her legs as a trickle when the robe parted transform into a full-on, slick gush as JJ approached a release. Briefly, she considered pushing her hand into her panties and fingering herself, possibly joining this kid in one enormous, draining climax. But the dick required more than one hand.

Then Amy panicked; she hadn't planned well. Where was all the cum supposed to go? In less than a minute it would be all over her, on her face, in her hair, on her clothes. Slick, slimy, gooey, a total mess. She couldn't go home looking like that! Even more than she wanted neatness, Amy wanted to taste JJ, to swallow him. She wanted to capture him in her belly, to savor the after-flavor of the young man's load. Amy opened wide and pushed her mouth over the end of JJ's cock. She got the head and several inches of shaft covered before JJ grabbed her head with his good hand and began undulating his hips.

"OH SHIT! OH SHIT!! OH SHIT!!!" JJ screamed and unloaded. Jet after jet after jet of hot, creamy, viscous ooze. Fired against Amy's teeth, along her tongue, into her throat. She swallowed valiantly and surprised herself by containing the entire volcanic eruption. She didn't stop as jet turned into squirt turned into drizzle and finally stopped. She waited until JJ pushed her away and collapsed onto the couch beside her.

Amy sat back on her heels, catching her breath. She didn't dare touch between her own legs, didn't dare confront the sopping tangle of flesh and fabric, darkened by the wetness that had recently been inside her vagina. She was now horny as hell but that would have to wait. She had to go home and that called for a plan. She hurriedly thanked JJ for letting her blow him, although not in those words exactly, and excused herself. JJ was left to tidy himself up.

Amy took the long way home. She wouldn't lie because she knew she didn't need to. Don would understand, probably laugh, almost certainly demand his share of her body. It was about what would be said, how it would be said, and when it would be said. Should she blurt everything out at once? Could she even do that? Or did she need to soften the blow [pardon the pun]. She and her husband had role-played the exact scenario of what had just happened hundreds of times, and dozens of others many multiples of times. Those fantasies formed the bulk of their sex play. The fantasies were especially effective because the couple had lived them early in their relationship.

Amy and Don were no strangers to sex with strangers when they were younger. They'd met in college; frats and sororities; parties and hook-ups. Friends, neighbors, faculty, staff, and anonymous bodies crossing campus. If it felt good it was explored. Even after they became a couple, they eschewed exclusivity. They continued their experiments and always went home together.

Even though she and Don had discontinued their swinging lifestyle once they were settled and responsible life intervened, they'd never rescinded the permissions that either of them could dabble if the right opportunity presented itself. Much of their fantasy play was especially arousing because of the very real understanding that such "unfaithful" behavior would be tolerated, even welcomed, should it somehow occur.

Of course, when they were younger and actively engaging sexually with others, Amy's opportunities were an order of magnitude greater than Don's. In practice, if she wanted a man casually, she got him. That was rarely true for her husband. Don learned to transfer much of his sexual energy from actual encounters of his own into letting Amy's debriefings arouse him then using her body to sate himself.

At first, Amy and Don's fantasy play involved imagining each of them engaging with other partners. Over time, images of him with other women lost its ability to arouse because reality had taught them there was little demand for that and their role-plays featured Amy offering her body to other men exclusively. Amy as the aggressor, particularly if the target were younger. Amy the supplicant, particularly if the man were larger and more powerful. It was with this knowledge that Amy arrived home.

"Phew!" Amy said as she closed the front door and hung up her coat.

"Bit of a struggle, was it?" Don asked. "Did he at least like the fruit basket?"

"I suppose so. We really never talked about it." Amy walked to their bedroom while continuing to shout to her husband. "He was nice enough, shy really. I kept trying to get him to open up a little, to get him to let me know how to make amends in some small way."

Don had walked down the hall and followed his wife into the bedroom. Amy had ducked into the master bath. "So there was nothing you could do?" He asked through the closed door.

"At first," Amy replied, "so I asked him for some water. I took a seat on his sofa. When he brought the water out, he stood in front of me and handed it to me. I took a sip. He was wearing a white robe. He said he'd just finished washing himself."

Amy's husband was liking where this was heading. He began getting hard. Amy herself was renewing her earlier, excited state in JJ's home as she told Don what happened. Amy had come out of her bathroom wearing a robe and slippers, not unlike JJ wore when she first saw him. Don had taken a seat on the upholstered, bedroom chair.

"He was just standing there, right in front of me, looking confused," Amy said, leaning against the bathroom door frame. "Suddenly he just opened his robe with his free hand. I couldn't believe what I saw. My mouth was agape. He had the body of a man and the genitals of a horse."

Don gasped. "Holy shit, what did you do?"

"I was shocked. I asked what he was doing. He said he thought I wanted to help. He showed me the cast. He told me he couldn't jerk off with his left hand and he was extremely horny. It took a minute; neither of us spoke. Then I took pity on him. His cock was already starting to grow. I reached out and touched it." Then, looking directly at her husband, Amy asked, "Is any of this bothering you?" Don just chuckled and shook his head with a muttered, "Just the opposite." Then he adjusted the front of his pants.

"I just started jerking the kid off. His cock was amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off it. My pussy wouldn't stop drooling. At first I was just going to jerk him off but halfway through I realized there was nowhere for the jism to go. I didn't want it all over my face and clothes. I realized I needed to use my mouth. I started to blow him. Besides, I wanted to do that anyway. So here it is," she concluded patting her tummy.

Amy had walked slowly across the room while she told her story. She was now standing in front of her husband. "The question is," she said, dropping the robe, "what are you going to do about it?" She placed a foot on the cushion next to her husband's hip and lifted herself onto the chair. She swung her other leg over Don's lap and pushed her pussy against his face.

"That's it, baby," Amy purred as Don began licking the lips of her vulva. He pushed his hands under her upper thighs boosting her above him. He slid down offering his face as a makeshift seat. She settled onto his tongue and relaxed. It didn't take long. Several long "Mmmmmm's" and a couple "That's it, baby, right there," before a full-throated, elongated scream, "YESSS!!!" and a collapse. Don let her relax for a long moment with her pubis against his nose until she finally rolled away onto the arm of the spacious chair..

Late that night as Amy and her husband prepared to turn out the lights, she added a final comment to the day. "He wants me to come back..."

"And?" Don asked.

"And?" Amy countered.

"You want to go back," Don stated. It wasn't a question. Amy raised an eyebrow; he was getting warmer. "And you want to know how I would feel about that."

"Not really," Amy answered, "more like just wish me well."

Don broke into a chuckle. "It's been a while since you've entertained your slutty side. I guess I should tell you good luck, then."

And so started a three-and-a-half month interlude where Amy offered JJ the use of her mouth then took what JJ started home to Don to let him finish things. A quintessential win-win-win arrangement. Then, as the date for the removal of JJ's cast approached, Amy became more circumspect at home. Don noticed.

"Thinking about that cast coming off?" Don asked when Amy remained lost in thought after he asked her what was troubling her.

"It's going to be strange, different," Amy mused, thinking about life after JJ. "I guess I feel different about blowjobs now. I used to think I was doing you a favor when I sucked your dick. With JJ, it's like he's doing me the favor. And when he explodes in my mouth, my pussy literally spasms. Not a climax exactly but it comes close and I start gushing."

"I've noticed how you are when you come home drenched. I realize it's because of him but I don't care. I love lapping your juices anyway. And I get the firmest erections I've had in years. First class hard-ons."

"I've noticed," Amy chuckled. "I've felt it when you've mounted me once you've concluded your thorough tastings. You don't mind that I've reserved BJs strictly for him?"

"Hell no!" Don boomed. "I'm getting the best fucks I've had in years. Maybe ever. And more of them. I half hope the cast stays on."

"I've been thinking..." Amy offered tentatively.

"Yes?" Don replied when she hesitated.

"What if I asked him if I could continue even after the cast comes off? Would that bother you?"

"Fuck no. Do you think he'd let you?"

"I was just going to ask you that same question. I mean I'm not among the freshly hatched."

"Are you kidding? You look fantastic."

Of course JJ had no objection to getting his cock sucked off three times a week for another four months. Even when JJ went off to university, Amy arranged to visit the college twice a month. She would take a room in town and she and JJ would spend the night. Never fornicating, strictly oral, strictly her giving him. And then she would drive home and fuck the hell out of her husband. It worked well for JJ. It worked well for Amy and for Don. Everybody got their rocks off.