Stories for lovers

Viviana had always been known to date young boys on the whole of Naguru and its time, Stash was no exception when his mother sent him to Viviana’s on a cold Saturday evening. Viviana met him in her study room dressed in a loose flowing tea gown of black chiffon trimmed with lace. “Come sit down on this couch with me, you are so far away.” she said. Stash suppressed a sigh of anger and silently did what he was told. “I’ve been thinking……I’ve known your mother for a long time now and you were only seven when I first saw you….a little boy, and now you are almost a man, do you have any idea how old iam?”

“You are not as old as my mother certainly but I can’t guess women’s years.” He answered shyly.

“Am twenty nine,” she said, lying by thirteen years.” When I was your age, twenty nine was an imaginary old, so I’ve decided to give you a lesson in relativity. “

Vivan’s small and swollen mouth was fresh as a fruit and she licked her lips thoughtfully. She moved closer, “I love your curls” she said. He sat straight, motionless while she caressed the shell of his ear. Her hand left his ear and begun to caress his neck as if she were absent mindedly stroking a pet. Stash felt, with horrid embarrassment, that his penis had become rigid inside his trousers. He did not notice vivian’s glance at his crotch, her eye brows lifting slightly.

“The lesson in relativity begins with the realization that my hand and your neck have no age at all. They are only fresh meeting fresh. “She said as she slipped her hand through his shirt and found one of his hard nipples and circled it with one finger. Stash groaned aloud and that was his first groan as a man she thought, feeling his nipple harden. Viviana lowered her hand to his crotch and brushed his already straining dick. She threw back his shirt and ran his fingers down his half naked body.

 The painful tumescence of his penis seemed shameful to him, a confession of weakness before this old woman. He felt her unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate as she gazed at his straining thick jutting shaft. It was huge for his sixteen years and she bit her lips in thoughtful decision. “Stand up,” she commanded. Hi trousers fell to the floor. A little blond hair grew on the legs and a deeper shadow of hair curled at the base of his testicles.

Her breasts sprang out from the confining lace. She cupped each of them in a hand; bending over him so that he could see how sumptuously they were, tipped with light brown nipples. He lay still on the couch not daring to thrust his agonizingly hard penis upward. She brushed her nipples tantalizingly over his lips. He moaned and tried to touch them with his tongue. Very delicately, she moved her mouth down his body stopping to anoint his nipples with her flicking tongue. She then came down to his penis observing it as it jerked upward towards her mouth. But without touching it, she passed on and went lower tonguing the insides of his strong thighs. As she knelt on the sofa, she gradually slipped out of her gown. He ground his teeth and clenched his fists in frantic frustration and heard her low satisfied laugh.

Viviana’s tongue traveled from stash’s thighs back to his testicles. She blew on his pubic hair very lightly. The tip of her experienced tongue ran up the base of his straining penis and then rested for a second on the tip. With a little movement, she positioned herself until she was straddling stash’s thighs. Slowly, with the leisure of a woman of forty two, she parted her thick, red pubic hair and opened the lips of her vagina with the fingers of one hand and with the other, she gently pulled stash’s penis back from his stomach until it was pointed upward in the air. He was so hard that she had to hold it back firmly while, taking time to gradually lower herself onto the swollen tip. She gathered her ripe body into a soft pillar of flesh and slid down on him, she leaned forward and whispered, “now……..now”

Stash, released from his bandage grasped the kneeling woman around her waist  with both arms and without removing his penis from her tight sheath, lifted her up and turned her  so she was under him. With one gigantic thrust, he poured himself out into her while he bit her lips mercilessly and crushed her breasts with both hands.

And as soon as he regained his breath he said, “Don’t you ever dare ride me again, I’ll do the riding from now.”

“Oh, oh…..so now it is you who gives the orders?  But there is only one of us satisfied…..so relatively speaking, the lesson hasn’t been learned.” She protested.

 “No?” she realized he had never left her vagina. It was growing again, growing bigger than before. He ground it into her waiting body with unsteady strokes until she reached a violent orgasm. And still he rode her. Swollen with blood, pausing only once to wide his sperm from her wet pubic hair with her black lace gown. He took time pleasing himself ignoring her protests that he was hurting her, that he must stop for a minute, that he was too big. His second orgasm was much more intense than the first Cumming; it seemed not just from his penis and testicles, but his whole spinal column. The 16 year old lay momentarily exhausted, beside the satiated form of a woman.

“viviana”, stash said, “am going to take a bath in your tub. Ring the maid for hot chocolate and bring it to me there. And then………….”

“Then…?” she interrupted astonished by his voice of command from the boy she had just given a lesson in love.

“And well then have another lesson in your bed. This couch is very slippery for me” “but are you crazy!” she cried. He took her hand and put it on his penis. The hot sticky organ was already beginning to rise.  It moved like an animal. “Don’t you want me to bathe?” “Shall we go back to the bedroom now?”

“No Stash……………..I’ll ring the maid.” She told him.

And from then on, Stash always did the riding, escaping from home to Viviana.