If The Van Is Rocking, I’ve Probably Got A Cock In…Me!

You can call me Ruth.

It had been about a year and a half since I’d properly fucked. It hadn’t bothered me for the first half a year; after I’d divorced my husband Nick after finding out that he hadn’t been working overtime all of those nights when he came home late from work. Instead he was working over his secretary coming home just in time for supper, too tired to bother with sexually servicing his own wife.

“I’ve been driving it hard at work, honey,” was his usual line. “The boss is a goddamn bitch.”

It turns out that Nick’s boss was a bitch.

And Nick was driving her, hard.

I finally caught him at it, about two years into the affair. I showed up at his office, after hours. I had to bribe the security guard with a blowjob to get him to let me into the office building. The guard’s name was Bogdan. He was about forty pounds overweight but he had a good seven inches of cock and he was just goddamn grateful for getting a chance at a woman as pretty as me, that I actually enjoyed sucking his cock.

And if I do say so myself, I actually am not that hard to look at. Just try and imagine Loretta Swit from the TV show MASH, minus about a foot and a half of altitude.

I knelt down behind his desk and Bogdan lowered his zipper and dangled that prime slice of Polish sausage down in front of me. I gently took it in both hands and planted a juicy wet kiss right on the big glorious tulip bulb, slipping my tongue into the slit of his cock. Then I got to work, because the last thing that I wanted to happen was for Nick to come strolling out of the elevator to find his wife kneeling behind a desk on the receiving end of a good hard mouth fuck.

As I could imagine it had been a while even then since I had enjoyed myself with a man like this. He kept smiling down at me, like a goddamn ten year old staring at Mrs. Santa Claus sneaking toys out Santa’s sack. I worked that cock like it was a brand new career, sliding my hand along his foreskin and eagerly sucking at that big fat juicy knob. As he drew nearer to his final release his eyes rolled back and he roared rhythmically. I almost laughed and choked at the thought of somebody walking by outside and catching a look at that thickly-built, somewhat over-the-hill security guard leaning back in his chair staring up towards the ceiling and making those happy fuck-faces that men generally right before they splash a joyous cock-load of come down an eager woman’s throat.

I think it took about six minutes of vigorous cock sucking. I ran my hand under his balls and he splashed out a fine salty guzzle of man-cum that tasted slightly garlicy as I greedily gulped each splash down.

I love to swallow.

Some women are kind of fussy about that sort of thing, but to me there is nothing better than a good gargle of cum.

After Bogdan managed to find his feet to stand, he walked me to the elevator, escorted me up to fifth floor and walked me with right down the hallway to my husband’s office.

Bogdan was being such a gentleman.

I think he might have been half-hoping for another go-round in the sack with me, and I might even have been interested, but I didn’t want him to lose his job over a little bit of misguided horniness.

I raised my knuckles to knock, but Bogdan intervened. He had a master key and he wasn’t afraid to use it, opening the office door and gesturing me inside like an usher at a wedding.

Or a divorce.

I got inside and saw my husband standing behind a long legged, long haired brunette, whom I guessed was his boss. And, like I’ve already mentioned, Nick was driving her hard. The two of them were naked. When I’d entered the office, Nick had already entered his boss, burying his cock balls-deep into her asshole. He had to stand on his tiptoes to manage the trick. She was stretched over Nick’s desk with her gym-trained ass high in the air while Nick mounted an assault from the rear.

The dirty bastard.

The two of them were turned away from the door and were making so much grunting and groaning that I was pretty sure that neither of them had heard me enter the office. I spotted a tall bottle of gin on a side table. Bombay Sapphire, the pricy stuff. I quietly walked over and picked the bottle up. Nick was close to the point of ejaculation. I could tell from the breathless uh-uh-uh sound that he always made right before he let go. His boss looked like she was pretty close to the end of her run as well.

I wish I knew what the hell her name was — but to me she just looked like a goddamn dirty rutting bitch.

The two of them were sweating and breathing heavily.

I opened the bottle of gin.

“The drinks are on you two,” I said, as I emptied the bottle out over the both of them, soaking them with the light blue liquor.

And then I walked out.

I blew a kiss in Bogdan’s direction as I was leaving and he gallantly gave me a rather cavalier bow.

A couple of months later, after the smoke and drama of the divorce had cleared I spent another month watching television. It was like I was a little shell-shocked; do you know what I mean? I just sat there staring at game shows and the news and then one day I decided that I was not going to sit through one more goddamn fucking episode of so-called reality television.

It was time that I got out of my own way and back into reality.

But what the hell could I do?

I was forty years old, with two years of university, interrupted by a whirlwind courtship from my ex-husband — who had a whole lot more hair and even some muscle tone back before I cut him loose. When he asked me to marry me I gave up on my university degree and got a job in a grocery store to help him pay for the last year of his business degree.

Well, that would be a fine place to start my life over.

Later that week I enrolled for my final year of university.

Now, let’s be perfectly honest here. For the first three-quarters of the year I sat in class, took notes, studied as late as I could manage before I headed for bed. On nights that I couldn’t sleep I used my frigging finger to poke myself into a begrudging orgasm. A couple of times I honestly afterwards, but mostly I slept fine.

Following the last day of class a small group of us students decided to head for a club. I felt a little awkward, being the oldest student in the classroom but I was determined to get as much out of this last year of university. I wasn’t going to let any sort of bashful self-consciousness get in my way.

There was about eight of us went.

Two girls, four men and myself.

Things got a little wild as the night went on.

After a few drinks I got up on the dance floor and I let them see how an older woman could still shake her stuff to a good beat. Every now and then I’d find an excuse to rub up against those hot young men.

I caught hold of one of the quieter looking boys and sort of led him into a slow dance. He started blushing when I rubbed my cunt up against his young strong thigh. He was in his early twenties and I had almost two decades on him, but I was feeling a little in the mood for some Mrs. Robinson kind of action.

The quiet boy’s name was Harrison. He was twenty-two years old and as near as I could tell he had never been properly kissed. I intended to remedy that whole situation. In fact, I planned to do a lot more than just kissing him.

As the two of us danced together I ran my right hand down his left thigh and then boldly reached in to cop a meaningful feel of his fine young cock. I felt the stiff young member move involuntarily and I am pretty sure that Harrison might very well have almost shot his load in his pants.

“Oh my God,” he hoarsely whispered. “No one’s ever touched me there before.”

“Well rest assured that someone is going to touch you there tonight.” I reassured him. “Now, can you hold yourself together long enough for the two of us to get to my van where we can have some fun?”

At that suggestion I think Harrison almost lost his sexual self-restraint again, which would have been a pity, but I really wasn’t all that worried. I remember sex at this age. A boy in his twenties packs ammunition to spare when it comes to bedroom achievements.

I didn’t waste any time once we got out into my van. I hauled off my shoes and skinned out of my denim jeans. Harrison almost came at the sight of my large womanly ass and my thickly thatched bush.

“Can I touch it?” he asked.

“Oh you can do a lot more than that,” I said, catching hold of his temples and guiding gently down between my wide-spread legs.

He caught on fast licking my eager cunt enthusiastically. I writhed and squirmed as he rooted his lips and tongue deep into my pussy. Every now and then he’d raise himself up to catch a breath and gasp out his youthful gratitude.

“It’s so good,” he’d gasp. “I can’t believe that big hairy bush of yours tastes so good. I’ve seen this done on the internet, but I’ve never done it for real. I want to eat your big beautiful love box all night long.”

Then he plunged back down into my dripping wet love nest, like a tropical diver hunting for an elusive pearl. I couldn’t believe what a natural this college boy was. When we first started this evening he had sounded like a bit of a blushing virgin, but he ate my cunt like a goddamn pro, working his tongue into my piping juicy cleft until I just couldn’t help myself. I began to shake and shudder into a wild orgasm, moaning wildly. I had to push my mouth down against my forearm for fear of someone in the parking lot hearing us and mistakenly trying to rescue a screaming woman in distress.

I think I might have scared young Harrison.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.

“Don’t stop yet, darling.” I said. “I’m fine. But if we do this any longer you’re going to shoot your load and I don’t want to waste it.”

He smiled at that.

“Do you want me to…do you?”

I smiled right back at him. I wasn’t about to tease this young man who had been working so very hard for my pleasure.

“I’m good and wet,” I said. “But I’d let to get you a little wet as well. If I licked and sucked that cock of yours for just long enough to build a little lather, do you think that you can hold onto yourself long enough to fuck me? I mean, to do me?”

He leaned back and I rolled forward, opening my mouth to encompass that long, beautifully hard cock of his, sliding my lips up and down along the entire shaft until I could taste his the salty wet tang of his pre-cum upon the tip of my tongue.

I knew that I didn’t have a moment to lose.

I leaned back and Harrison climbed on board. His cock slid easily into my sopping wet pussy and heroically humped for at least three or four times before he moaned and let loose a hot splashing blast of glorious wonderful young semen that I am sure I felt about a gallon or so splash inside of my happy wet pussy.

Afterwards he just leaned against me, holding me tightly like I was life preserver in the deep fuck of the ocean. I could feel the arc of his smile pressed against my left shoulder.

“Come on,” I said. “I’ve got to get you home.”

“Home?”

“Not your home,” I corrected him. “I’m taking you home. We’ll have a late night drink and I’ll fix you a sandwich and then let’s see what we can get up to after that.”

And believe me, we got up to an awful lot before the night was through.

The End

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