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Subject: {ASSM} Goodnight, Irene (FF, lesbian) (Dedicated to Jennifer H.) (Katherine T.)
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The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at kt1960@earthlink.net
A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at
the following URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T
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This story is dedicated to Jennifer H., who wrote to me recently
after a long absence, and whose Email address I unfortunately
lost. Dear Jennifer, I hope you enjoy this one. Write again.
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Good Night, Irene
by Katherine T.
kt1960@earthlink.net
"You're staring," she said with a teasing smile.
Yes, I was staring at her. She had to be over fifty, greying
hair, a willowy lush body, a beauty in the scant sunsuit she
wore. I had an intense desire to run my tongue through the valley
between those impressive breasts. Older women with large breasts
make my clit stand at attention. I want to love them, make them
sob with pleasure and then lie in their arms with a fat nipple
filling my mouth. I want to lose myself in their perfumed folds.
We were alone on the deck on top of the hi-rise where I
lived -- just the two of us standing in the sun, me in my
teeshirt and jeans and her in the yellow sunsuit. I had noticed
her on occasion in the building, in the elevators or in the
lobby. Today I had gone up to the deck to get some fresh air and
read. A hundred hi-rises were visible, maybe each with a sundeck,
maybe each with a blonde woman like this one looking at a scrawny
dyke half her age.
"Sorry," I said. I thought of telling her what I wanted to
do to her breasts. What would happen then? Would she get that
shocked disgusted look in her eyes? Would she call me a dirty
dyke? Would she say, Honey, I don't do anything with women?
She smiled again. "My name's Irene," she said.
"I'm Terry."
Her breasts looked sensational, heavy breasts held up by a
tight halter, guaranteed marvelous to look at when they hang
free. She was a blonde, hair not too long, streaks of grey, bangs
almost down to her eyebrows. She wore light makeup, light
eyeshadow, her lips with a tinge of lipstick. Sex-crazy butch
that I am, I wanted to have a look at her from the rear, but then
she started talking about the building and her problems with the
heating and airconditioning system. I kept looking at her,
thinking she looked so good, wondering what she thought of me. If
she had any street smarts at all, she ought to know what I was.
But what difference did it make, since I couldn't see myself
getting anywhere with a het woman like this one. Nothing would
happen. In a few hours I'd head for Chicky's and if I were lucky
maybe pick up a femme for the evening, but nothing would happen
here. This was nothing but a neighborly chat and a possible bad
scene.
Irene mumbled something about how boring the afternoon was,
and then before the conversation ended she said, "Come down and
have a drink with me, won't you?"
She said it casually, her face open, unreadable.
I said I'd like that. A moment later as she turned to lead
the way off the deck, I finally had my first look at her from the
rear. Her thighs were a bit heavy, with a few dimples, but they
looked soft and warm and delicious. I was sorry she wasn't
wearing something tighter than the boxer shorts because I wanted
to see more of her ass. She had my clit twitching in my pants,
this blonde het woman in her glorious fifties. My nose caught a
whiff of scent like spring flowers.
In the elevator going down, she smiled at me and said,
"You're gay, aren't you?"
Blunt and unexpected. I was taken aback, caught with my soul
exposed. "Yes, that's right," I said.
I suppose she noticed the tight tone in my voice. She raised
an eyebrow. Then she held one of her hands up to show me a ring
on her finger. "Do you know what this is?"
I stared at the ring. A labrys. She wore a silver labrys
mounted on a wide silver band. I'd been fooled by my own
assumptions, connived by haste. Most gay women her age, if they
are femmes at the start, are morphing from femme to butch, at
least partially. Here was an exception. No morphing here. Was my
sudden excitement evident?
Now her smile was teasing. "You look puzzled."
"Surprised."
"Pleasantly?"
"Very much so."
"Good. I'm glad." Then she tossed me a gauging glance, her
green eyes direct. "You're good looking, you know. I bet you have
women falling all over you."
"Definitely not."
"And you're young."
"No, I'm not young, I'm twenty-six."
She chuckled. "That's young."
"No good?"
She gave me a coy look. "I suppose it depends, doesn't it?"
Once we were inside her apartment, she made the drinks for
us and we chatted awhile. Her eyes kept looking over me, running
up and down my body. I wore a tank top, 501s, and thong sandals.
What was she looking for? Did she think I'd be packing a dildo?
I'd gone up to the deck to get some sun, that was all.
Then we left the living room and moved into the kitchen
together while she talked about herself. The next time we were
close, we fell into each other's arms and she kissed me.
She laughed softly. "I love young butches," she said. Her
hands roamed over my ass. "Are you thinking about fucking me?"
"I've been thinking about it since I met you." I cursed
myself now for not wearing my strap-on.
Maybe she could read minds. She took my hand and led me out
of the kitchen to the bedroom. There on the dresser was a big
pink dildo attached to a black harness.
She gestured at the dildo. "What about that? Do you know how
to wear one of those things?"
I picked it up and walked into the bathroom and closed the
door. After I dropped my jeans and jockeys, I strapped on the
dildo. My cunt was soaked, juice already dripping down the
insides of my thighs. The question was what to wear when I went
out. I decided to wear what I'd worn coming in, just have the
dildo sticking out of my fly and waving in the air. It looked
good. I'd rather use my own, but I was thankful I had this one. I
found a tube of K-Y in the medicine cabinet and put it in my
pocket.
She went wild when she saw me come of the bathroom with that
pink delight swaying in front of my crotch.
"Oh Lord, let me at it," she said. "Let's have a look at
it."
Her boldness excited me. She knew what she wanted and she
was not afraid to ask for it. She seemed at ease with everything
she was doing. She kissed me. So far I hadn't touched her, and I
decided I would wait for that. Let her do what she wanted. She
used both hands on the dildo, playing with it, stroking it. She
looked down at it with obvious lust. I wondered how many women
had worked her with it. Her pink toy. She said something about
how happy she was she had decided to go up on the sundeck today,
and then she dropped down to take the cock in her mouth and suck
it.
Most femmes, if you're with them the first time, won't do it
unless you tell them. If they know you and they know you want it,
they'll do it; but if they don't know you, they won't do it
unless you tell them. If they don't know you, they feel
embarrassed about doing it, embarrassed by their own interest in
it, their own excitement. Irene was obviously an exception. She
obviously didn't care what I thought, she did what she enjoyed
doing. Also, maybe part of it was that this was her toy and not
mine. She went at it with gusto immediately, looking up at me as
she filled her mouth with it, licking along the length of it and
sucking at the round tip. She licked and sucked as she gripped my
thighs with her hands. Then she rose with her fingers still
curled around the shaft. "You're not in any rush, are you?"
I told her I had all day and night for her, and she laughed
and took the halter off to show me her breasts.
I'd been right about them. They were a gorgeous pair,
hanging because of their weight, the nipples fat and juicy-
looking. She held them up in her hands and said: "How about
sucking one of these?"
I leaned forward with my mouth open, and she moaned as I
began sucking her big tit. I milked it, using my lips and teeth
to apply a hard suction. I already knew she'd be a great fuck,
but I wanted her as hot as possible.
After I had one nipple stiff and swollen, I moved to the
other one and sucked it hard. She whimpered and pressed her
breasts firmly into my face. "You're good," she said. "You know
more than I thought."
I pulled my mouth off her breast. "Why don't you take your
clothes off?" I said. "Show me some pussy and I'll suck that
too."
She liked my words. She laughed. "Darling, you're a horny
lady's dream! Would you like a cold beer? Let's go back to the
living room."
I nodded and walked slightly behind her with my borrowed
cock jerking up and down and my hand running over her broad hips.
She brought two cold beers from the kitchen, and then she started
to strip.
As I watched her peel her shorts down, I wondered how old
she actually was. I had once been with a woman I'd known for
certain had to be sixty. Women of that age can be delicious, but
they usually can't play all night. Irene had a fine body, wide
hips, heavy thighs and a curly brown bush sprinkled with grey.
Her body excited me, its fullness, the lush curves, those
magnificent breasts.
I made her sit down on the sofa, and then I dropped to my
knees in front of her and draped her legs over my shoulders. Her
face flushed, she leaned her head back and groaned as I started
sniffing her pussy. She had a meaty cunt, the lips thick and
furled outward, her clit big and protruding. Holding the fat
outer lips with both hands, I peeled her open and started lapping
north and south. I licked and sucked, nibbling at her flaps, then
pursed my lips over her clit and sucked it.
It did not take long. She moaned and grabbed my head as she
came, her knees rocking back and forth, her fingers pulling at my
hair. "Suck me!" she groaned. "I love it!"
As her juices flowed out of her cunt, I lapped them up and
swallowed. She came again, her cunt now sopping with her cream,
and I did my best to get every drop.
When I finally backed away from her, she slid off the sofa
and tackled me on the rug. She giggled as she stripped my jeans
and jockeys down. The cock caught in the jockeys, and it took
some work to free it. She made me lie flat on my back as she bent
over me to take the cock in her mouth. She held the dildo at its
base, squirming it around, deliberately rubbing my clit. She knew
what she was doing. She made me come while she sucked the dildo,
something that had never happened to me before.
"See, I made you come," she said proudly.
She rose and left me lying on the rug watching her broad ass
as she walked into the kitchen. I felt good. She seemed ready for
all the fucking I could give her, at least for a while.
When she came back to me, she said she had taken some food
out of the freezer. "Have dinner with me here," she said. "Won't
you?"
I nodded. When I took hold of one of her thick nipples and
toyed with it, she blushed and closed her eyes.
We finished the beer, and then we went back to the bedroom
because Irene said her back did better on a mattress. What I like
about older women is their commitment to pleasure, their refusal
to be ruled by inhibitions in sex. They want to enjoy life, and
they do it with determination.
In the bedroom, Irene took hold of the cock and stroked it.
"It's a nice one, isn't it?"
"Whose is it?"
She laughed. "It's mine, honey. I've had it for years. Why
don't you lie down on your back and I'll do the work."
I stretched out on the bed, and she lubricated the cock and
then put the tube of jelly back on the nightstand. She straddled
me with her pussy poised over the dildo. I took hold of her heavy
breasts while she used her fingers to stuff the dick inside her.
Then she groaned as she sat down on it. She squirmed her hips
around, then leaned forward with her hands on either side of my
shoulders with her big breasts hanging over my face. She began
rocking her cunt up and down on the shaft of the cock.
When I moved my hands down to her ass, she wiggled her hips
and kissed me. "Use a finger," she said. "Stick a finger in my
ass, will you?"
I wet a finger in her cunt, and then worked it inside her
anus. She went wild. The little eye between those big cheeks was
one of her jewels of pleasure. After awhile I could use two
fingers with ease, and then of course I thought of the dildo. She
would take it later, I was certain of it.
Meanwhile, I enjoyed her cunt as it pumped up and down on
the cock. Each time she dropped down, the jolt hit my clit, the
base of the dildo grinding against it. I took one of her breasts
in my mouth. With my fingers in her ass, my mouth filled, my cunt
getting slammed by hers, I was ready to fuck all day if she could
take it.
But finally, after I pulled my mouth away from her breast
and she gave me one of those wet kisses she liked, I asked her if
she wanted to roll over and let me work her awhile. She
immediately did that, pulling her knees all the way back to her
breasts and holding them there. I mounted her and started ramming
her cunt, my hands squeezing her ass, each stroke making her cry
out. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed, the sweat rolling off
her forehead.
Suddenly I pulled out and sat up on my knees. Her eyes
opened and she looked shocked. "What happened?"
"Roll over and I'll do your ass."
The shock in her face vanished, to be replaced by a shy
smile. She reached out to the night table and retrieved the tube
of jelly. She handed the tube to me, and then she rolled over to
get her hips in the air. She giggled. "I can still throw it
around, can't I?"
I do love older women.
End
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