I was encouraged by the response to the three parts to the story I published under the name of An Unexpected Match and following a few requests have re-published it as one story. I hope you enjoy it in full. Thank you to LilyWaters for her editorial skills.
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New Year’s resolutions weren’t usually Martin’s thing.
He had enough experience to know that people’s good intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had to do something.
The previous year had been truly awful having begun so promisingly. In February, Jenny, his wife of 26 years had been diagnosed with breast cancer. There had barely been enough time to process that news when the news that it had spread throughout her body came. The prognosis wasn’t good and despite multiple visits to the hospital for treatment, Jenny passed away in early November.
The outcome became more and more certain in Martin’s mind as the year drew toward its close. Late fall and early winter seemed like one inexorable descent into an emotional void from which he feared he would never escape.
Christmas time was spent alone. Despite encouragement, Martin couldn’t have faced being with people who he had previously enjoyed with Jenny alongside him.
Instead he sat alone in his emptiness over Christmas. But by New Year he knew he had to make some changes to try to escape the introspection and despondency which were quickly becoming too comforting a companion.
Tennis was always something which Martin had enjoyed as a teenager. Nothing too competitive – just hitting a ball with friends in the park. So, on New Year’s Day, when he saw that his local tennis center was running Cardio Tennis classes, he decided to sign up.
Almost immediately, he regretted it and almost cancelled the booking. He felt nervous about venturing into a new social setting. But he knew the booking was non-refundable and, not being one to waste money, he instead tried to put it out of his mind until the date of the Monday evening class.
When it came to it, he was glad he hadn’t backed out.
The evening was much more fun than he had imagined it would be. Dan, the tennis professional running the course, was good humoured and put everyone at ease, no matter what their skill level was. And the other seven people doing the course seemed ok too.
The hour-long class consisted of a combination of tennis drills and cardio workouts, culminating in 20 minutes of playing King of the Court against each other with the ‘punishment’ of star jumps or burpees for those losing the point.
By the time the following Monday came around Martin was surprised how much he was looking forward to going.
As the weeks passed, the Cardio Tennis classes quickly became the highlight of Martin’s week. Dan kept things moving and mixed up the drills to keep things interesting. And the rapport between the others taking the class began to grow too.
King of the Court was always the highlight of the evening and, although it never got too intense or competitive, there was an increasing level of good natured teasing and banter which took place between everyone.
Martin found himself especially enjoying points against Lori, a slim attractive woman in her mid 40’s with a sharp sense of humour and quite the competitive streak. Lori was clearly someone who had kept her fitness levels high which was some advantage in points against Martin, but he had always had good hand/eye coordination so the competition between them was fairly even.
Lori would often playfully tease Martin when they faced each other saying ‘Come on old man, let’s see what you’ve got!’ which might have offended him had others said it – especially as he was only 5 or 6 years older than she was.
But coming from Lori it just had the effect of making him all the more determined to win the points.
Each Monday Martin would look forward to the evening class, but increasingly he realized that he was looking forward to being around Lori as much as anything else.
He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh and put him at ease.
But he soon realized to his surprise that there was something else stirring in him. A physical attraction which was hardly noticeable at first, dulled by months of grief and solitude, but which was slowly awakening as Spring began to bud.
Lori was certainly an attractive woman, although she wasn’t what Martin would have previously called his type. Jenny had been a tall, fulsome woman, with a curvaceous figure and full rounded breasts which Martin used to delight in getting lost in when they made love.
But Lori was tiny, slim and her breasts were barely noticeable in her tennis shirt. Yet it wasn’t Lori’s breasts which grabbed Martin’s attention on the 5th week of class.
Dan had asked everyone to get in line to play three tennis shots – one from the baseline, followed by a volley and an overhead. Then each person was to run around the court and get in line again.
Martin found himself standing in line behind Lori, who this week was wearing tight black yoga pants. After he had played his shots and was running around the court his eyes fixed themselves on Lori’s ass as she ran in front of him. It was surprisingly full for her slim frame and even though his heart was pounding from the cardio workout Martin felt it leap as he contemplated her figure.
They got round the court and were soon playing their shots again before heading out on their second lap. Again Martin’s eyes were drawn to Lori’s seductive buttocks as they moved delightfully as she ran in front of him.
Her yoga pants were smooth over her thighs and ass and there was no sign that she was wearing any kind of underwear which made Martin’s heart race even more and he even felt a slight stirring lower down – something which he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
As the class went on Dan couldn’t shake the image of Lori’s ass from his mind. During the next exercise he tried to position himself behind her again but was frustrated when Judy, a silver haired lady in her 60’s, slotted in between them, obscuring his view. He cursed his luck.
Toward the end of the evening, during King of the Court, Martin again found that his mind wasn’t on his usual banter with Lori, but had strayed elsewhere.
Lori had always been pretty vocal when she had hit the tennis ball – something which wasn’t uncommon with women tennis players who grunted through the exertion of playing a point.
But Lori was more of a shrieker than a grunter, emitting a high pitched cry especially when stretching for a shot.
Martin hadn’t paid too much attention to it until this week, but now he found himself wondering whether Lori’s shrieking was just for the court or whether she was vocal during sex too.
Each vocal utterance took Martin’s mind to Lori’s bedroom as he imagined her in the throes of ecstasy with a lover.
“What the hell is going on?” Martin thought to himself. “I’m thinking like an 18 year old teenage boy!” He was painfully aware that the stirring in his groin was also reminiscent of those teenage days and he knew that he would have to master his thoughts before he found himself in a very embarrassing situation in front of the others in the class.
Fortunately, the evening was just about through and he was able to gain control of his imagination before things got out of hand. Soon the class came to a close and everyone began to filter out to their vehicles.
“Hey old man – fancy a game later in the week?”
The voice pierced Martin’s thoughts and he turned round to see Lori standing behind him, a big grin on her face.
Martin’s thoughts raced. A one on one game with Lori? If the state of his mind was anything like it had been today it would be hard for him to keep any kind of control – of the ball or anything else for that matter! But he also knew he wanted to spend more time with her which made the risk worth taking.
“Erm, sure. What day?”
“How about Thursday? I have some time during the evening if that will work for you – say around 7pm?”
“It’s a date,” Martin said. “I mean…not a date…just er…well you know what I mean,” his face reddening.
Lori flashed her smile and giggled.
“Yeah I know what you mean. I should be so lucky.”
And with that she turned toward her vehicle.
“See you on Thursday!” she called as she walked away.
Martin turned and walked to his car and sat there, the engine still turned off, hardly believing what had just happened.
In one sense nothing at all had happened. Lori had just arranged a tennis game with him.
But his mind was racing away from him.
What did she mean by “I should be so lucky?”
Was she attracted to him? Or was it another one of her jokes?
Martin turned the key in the engine and began the 10 minute drive home. His mind replayed the conversation, and then the images of Lori’s seductive ass mingled with her shrieks.
As he finally allowed himself full rein to reimagine Lori’s toned body, Martin’s cock began to stir once again. This time there was no need for him to try to control it for the sake of decorum.
Yet Martin’s growing excitement was tempered by a nagging sense of guilt. Jenny, the only lover he had ever had, had only just passed and yet here he was – his mind and body yearning for another.
Surely he shouldn’t be having these thoughts. Yet they wouldn’t disperse. Rather than reminiscing about tender times with his wife, instead he was picturing Lori pulling down her yoga pants at home right now, imagining her smooth firm white bottom emerging from the black material.
By the time he was half way home Martin’s cock was standing to full attention, his tennis shorts tented as it strained against them.
And still he played out the scene in his mind.
He imagined Lori laying down on her bed. Her feet clamped together. Her knees splayed apart forming a diamond shape.
He pictured her hand move down to the crest of the jewel parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers.
He saw the glistening of her juices on her fingers as she began to rub her clit – slowly at first but soon picking up speed as her urgency increased.
And as her whole mind and body was overwhelmed by her orgasm he envisaged her convulsing with pleasure and screaming with joy.
Martin realized that he was almost home, although he couldn’t remember any of his journey.
His left hand had strayed down to his cock and had been stroking and pulling on its head through his shorts.
Martin’s fingers felt the sticky wetness of his pleasure which had seeped through his light gray shorts and as he looked down he saw a dark patch of his pre-emission bleeding through the material.
As his hand moved slowly up and down, desperate for these exquisite sensations to continue, Martin’s foot increased the pressure on the accelerator in an attempt to make sure he made it home before his orgasm overtook him on the journey.
Martin pulled into the driveway and quickly walked toward his front door – his tennis bag held close against his body lest anyone should see his lack of decorum. He opened the door, threw the bag on the floor, ignored the eager greeting of his golden retriever and dashed upstairs.
His entire mind and body was now set on one thing only. He needed release – needed to feel the rush of pleasure coursing through his body.
He needed to come.
Martin threw himself on the bed and yanked his shorts down to his ankles, his hand eagerly grabbing his fully erect cock. Now was not the time for teasing – the journey had dealt with that.
He dragged his hand across the head of his shaft, smearing the creamy bubbly juices which had seeped out during the journey all over the top portion of his cock. Then he began milking his hand quickly up and down – imagining he was pumping it deep into Lori’s pussy. Feeling her velvet walls encase him.
He immediately felt his orgasm begin to build at the base of his cock, his balls tightening as his breathing shortened.
He needed to come.
He wanted to come.
He was going to come.
It only took a few more seconds for the sensations to deepen and spread upward. His balls and anus tightened as he reached the point of no return. Guttural sounds of pleasure began to escape his throat as his whole being was consumed with the heightening sensations.
The pleasure was so great that he almost wanted to stay there – to prolong the moment of release.
Martin’s hand slowed almost to a stop. His thumb and index finger lightly teased the tip of his cock.
But even that could not hold back the huge tidal surge which had been building and now was about to break.
He was coming.
Martin’s body convulsed and the first shot of cum flew through the air and landed on his forehead, the second quickly following and hitting his neck just under the chin. He gasped as each wave of pleasure washed over him – his body quaking with each convulsion. Chemicals raced through his brain – intense pleasure that almost verged on pain as he felt his head throb with each surge.
Finally the intensity of the sensations began to subside.
Martin lay there, completely spent, in his state of semi-undress trying to come to terms with what had overcome him.Every so often his cock twitched again as several aftershocks shook his body.
Eventually he stood, walked into his en-suite and turned on the shower.
Thursday couldn’t come quick enough.
As the evening of his game with Lori grew closer, Martin knew that it was going to take every fibre of his mental strength to stay focused on the game.
When he arrived at the tennis center he headed straight for the court and pushing back the heavy vinyl backdrop curtain he saw that Lori had already arrived and was stretching at the side of the net.
She was wearing a pure white top and a light blue silky tennis skirt which showed off her slender legs from just above the knees. As she stretched forward the skirt slowly dragged itself upwards showing off a few more inches of her tantalizing white thigh.
Lori’s long black hair was tied back in a ponytail which draped down her back topped by a white cap.
As Martin came through the curtain onto the court she turned toward him and flashed him a smile.
“Hey old man! I’m glad you made it. It wouldn’t have been as much fun playing with myself.”
Did she giggle slightly at the innuendo Martin wondered? Was it deliberate? Had she been planning her introduction? Or was he just being dirty minded?
Martin chastised himself for his thoughts. She’s probably saying it in complete innocence, he reasoned.
His musings were broken into by Lori’s perky voice…
“Come on – let’s play!”
She handed him two tennis balls and tucked the third under the pleat of her tennis skirt into what Martin could only imagine were panties sewn into her skirt.
Martin and Lori took their positions at either side of the net and began hitting the balls to each other as they warmed up. As they did so they chatted about how their week had been going. Just normal, everyday conversation.
Martin began to convince himself that it was clearly only he who was reading anything more into this than a friendly game of tennis.
By the time they began to play some competitive points Martin had fully persuaded himself that Lori’s request to play him was purely for the sake of fitness and exercise. Now that they were playing seriously the conversation had petered out apart from when calling the balls out of court and keeping score.
At one point in the game when Martin was serving, Lori asked “Do you have any balls?”
Martin quickly replied “Yes, I’ve got two here in my shorts. Can’t you tell?”
He immediately felt embarrassed at his teenage humour, but Lori grinned and said, “Come on then – get them out. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Martin wondered whether she was playing along with the innuendo or simply responding to the conversation in a far more innocent way than he was.
The game turned out to be pretty even and as the hour court time was coming to a close each of them seemed to be putting in more effort to try to win the match.
Lori’s shrieking grew in its loudness and frequency which only served to distract Martin from his game, his mind once again imagining an entirely different context. Whether it was this lapse in mental strength or simply her greater stamina, Lori closed the set out just as the hour came to a close.
“Great game, and well played,” Martin congratulated Lori as they approached the bench at the side of the court where they had each left their bags.
“Thanks, I enjoyed it a lot,” Lori smiled back. “I’d love to play with you again soon.”
“I’d like that too,” Martin replied and as he spoke he felt his cock twitch as his mind immediately leapt to picturing her playing with his balls rather than tennis balls.
“Got much else planned for this evening?” Lori asked. “We could go for a drink. Beats watching TV alone.”
“Sure – I’d like that. But don’t you have a husband or partner waiting for you…or a…someone?”
Martin winced at his awkwardness. He realized that after over a quarter of a century of marriage he had no idea how to handle these sorts of situations.
Lori chuckled. “Nope. No husband. Or wife. Or any other sort of lover. Well…not the human kind anyway!”
Martin felt his face turning red but at the same time the stirring in his groin increased at Lori’s sudden candour.
Without any warning an image of Lori holding a vibrator against her pussy while spreadeagled on her bed popped up into his mind. Martin quickly tried to push back down – he wasn’t in the privacy of his car now.
Control yourself man, he thought as he felt his cock begin to engorge with blood.
“Ok, well er, let’s have a drink then. Where do you want to go?”
Martin could feel his heart beginning to race with the anticipation of spending more of the evening with Lori, coupled with the lingering image which had entered his mind.
“To be honest, I’m not really dressed for a bar. I came out like this ready for tennis,” Lori mused.
Why don’t you come back to my place? It’s just 5 minutes away. I have a nice bottle of Toscana, if you like red wine.”
“Sure…I’d love to,” Martin said, his heart beating even faster now despite the game being over some time ago.
“Great. Well just follow me. Won’t take long.”
As Martin followed Lori’s white Subaru Impreza his whole body seemed on fire with excitement.
He felt like he could hardly breathe. What was happening? He even wondered whether he was having some kind of heart attack.
He tried to convince himself that he had only been invited back for a drink. But he couldn’t shake the thought that there could be more.
It was years since he had felt like this. Life with Jenny had been wonderful and their lovemaking had been tender, yet had long ago settled into a comfortable predictability.
But this was altogether something new.
Martin’s hands were shaking on the wheel as his body shivered in anticipation.
Suddenly they turned a corner and Lori pulled her car into the driveway of a detached house.
In a semi-dazed state he pulled up beside hers, walked up to the door and followed her inside.
Martin immediately noticed that Lori’s home was immaculately presented – almost like it was staged for an impending sale. The furniture was sharp and clean. There was no clutter on any of the surfaces, only ornaments and beautifully designed wooden sculptures.
It was very much controlled. Together. Just as Lori seemed to be.
Martin wondered whether she was always like that. Was there a wilder, uncontrolled side to her? He longed to find out.
“Sit down on the couch. Make yourself at home.”
Lori pulled one of many bottles out of a wine rack built into the wall and took two long stemmed glasses from a cabinet.
Martin sat nervously, positioning himself awkwardly on the front edge of the white leather couch.
Lori sat next to him. He felt her knee rest against his leg and his stomach began to do somersaults.
Martin felt beads of sweat begin to form on his brow and his jaw began to clench as adrenaline began to course through his body.
“Come on old man – relax. You look like you’re afraid I’m about to eat you!”
Martin laughed nervously. “Sorry. I am a little on edge. It’s so long since I’ve done this. I mean…having a drink with someone other than my wife. I feel like I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s ok.” Lori said reassuringly. “I understand. How long has it been since your wife passed?”
“Almost four months. I’ve been so lonely.”
Martin was taken back by the emotion which suddenly came through as he spoke, as well as the honesty about his deep sadness which he had generally managed to suppress so well when speaking to others.
“I know. I know. It must have been so difficult for you.”
Lori’s words were soothing as she moved her left arm round over his shoulder and pulled his head toward hers. He felt her hand begin to stroke his hair as his head rested on the top of her shoulder.
Martin felt a surge of warmth and comfort rush through his body at her tender touch. But at the same time experienced a surge of excitement as his cock began to swell – not for the first time that day.
A cocktail of emotions overwhelmed him. Comfort. Shame. Embarrassment. But more than anything else, excitement.
The physical touch of a woman after so many months was warm and intoxicating and even in his vulnerable and awkward state he didn’t want it to end.
Martin’s cock was now fully erect and he was sure Lori would notice it. How would she respond?
He glanced sideways at her and sure enough her widening eyes were fixed on the stirrings in his shorts, even as she continued to stroke his head and neck.
“I’m sorry…” he stuttered. “I’m not sure what’s going on. I just… I don’t mean to…”
“Shhh,” Lori whispered in his ear and as she did a tingle shot down through Martin’s neck and spine.
“It’s ok. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable though,” Martin stuttered.
“Do I look uncomfortable?” Lori asked, pulling her body slightly away from his and looking him in directly in the eyes.
Lori’s left hand moved to Martin’s face so that now it was cradled in her hands. Her fingers began to gently rake through Martin’s hair sending shivers of excitement through him. Her nails sent myriads of neurons firing in his brain.
And then she kissed him.
Gently and tenderly at first. Her lips felt so warm and soft and Martin’s mouth automatically moved in response and his right hand moved to the back of her head pulling her closer.
All manner of emotions were racing through his mind and body but sheer physical pleasure quickly became the dominant one as their kissing became more firm and adventurous.
Martin’s tongue probed Lori’s mouth and a deep moan came from her throat as his tongue began to explore her sweetness.
He sensed Lori’s control and composure was giving way to something much less restrained. More primal.
Quickly and without any warning Lori pushed Martin’s body so that he fell back on the couch.
Before he had a chance to gain any control she swung her left leg over his body and straddled him.
Martin felt his tented cock pressing up under Lori’s clean tennis skirt against her panties.
He immediately felt heat emanating from her pussy lips which were parting around his cock, through the thin material.
She groaned loudly. Gutturally.
All sense of decorum and tenderness had disappeared. Raw passion had taken over.
Martin’s shaft pressed hard against her as he lifted his ass off the couch to press against her delicious body.
Lori pulled her mouth away from his and smiled. Yet behind her eyes Martin could see that a fire had been kindled and was growing stronger by the second.
Lori ran the fingers of both hands down his shirt and then, in one motion tore it off his body.
Martin’s breathing deepened as he gazed up at her. He wanted to respond by removing Lori’s top but before he could move she had ripped it off herself.
Martin gasped as he saw her nipples for the first time – standing erect on her small but perfectly symmetrical breasts. Their deep rouge colour stood out in contrast to her pale skinned chest.
He bent upward and engulfed her left nipple in his mouth, his mouth sucking as his tongue flicked over it.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” Lori gasped.
Martin had never heard Lori swear before but it only served to fuel his desire for her.
Jenny had never used dirty talk with him when they made love.
But this wasn’t making love.
This was sex.
This was fucking.
And he was beginning to love it.
As Martin pulled back his mouth, Lori’s long firm nipple made a delightful popping sound as it emerged.
Martin quickly moved to suckle her right breast and as he did he could feel Lori’s thighs and ass begin to thrust urgently against his hard cock.
At each thrust Lori’s groans and moans increased in their pitch and loudness – her head arched back in ecstasy as she continued to dry hump him.
Martin’s hands moved to her ass and he pulled her harder against his cock.
Lori’s body began to move even faster and Martin felt the pleasure beginning to build and spread throughout his cock. At first he felt the sensation in his tight balls, but with each loud thrust against him he felt his cum building up his hard shaft.
He wanted to express how he was feeling. He had a strong desire to talk dirty to Lori. But he still had some inhibitions remaining, even though he sensed they wouldn’t stay for long.
Lori however, had no such restraint now. She was wild with excitement and it showed in her entire being.
“Oh fuck Martin. That feels so good. I love feeling your hard cock sliding against my pussy.”
Martin’s mouth opened and he began to groan and grunt – each emission seeming to enhance his pleasure.
“Oh my fucking life. Fuck! I think I’m going to fucking cum!” Lori gasped.
Suddenly Martin felt Lori’s hands move down toward his cock.
But instead of grabbing his manhood as he imagined, she sharply pulled the material of her panties to the side, revealing her glistening, open cunt lips.
Lori’s other hand rested against Martin’s balls and the base of his cock. And then her fingers began to fly furiously across her protruding ruby clit.
“Fuck!” Martin uttered as he was completely entranced and overwhelmed by the sight of her wantonness.
Seconds later Martin felt Lori’s body stiffen and then convulse as her orgasm overwhelmed her body.
Lori’s head arched back, her mouth open wide as high pitched squeals and shrieks pulsed out from her throat.
Martin gazed into her eyes, transfixed by the sight as the waves of pleasure washed over her and wracked her entire body. Lori’s once delicate and pristine body writhed and contorted. All sense of control had gone as she gave herself to her overwhelming pleasure.
The sensations in Martin’s own body had been inexorably building and he sensed that it would be only a matter of seconds before he came himself. But as the frenetic movements of Lori’s body began to subside he felt his own eruption linger tantalizingly close yet just out of reach.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!” Lori gasped. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly before,” her breath still coming in pants as she spoke.
“Or so hard!” She smiled captivatingly and Martin felt like his emotions would explode within him.
Lori pulled herself upright and pressed her hands against Martin’s chest, giving him a full view of her naked breasts and engorged nipples.
But Martin’s eyes were drawn downward, to her skirt which was twisted and pulled around her waist.
The built-in panties were still pulled aside – barely covering one of her pussy lips and fully revealing the other which was still shimmering with Lori’s juices.
“Ugh…this is so hot!” Martin gasped. “I loved hearing you come.”
“I fucking loved it too,” grinned Lori. “And I’m going to love it when you come now.”
Raising her slight body from his for a second, Lori swiftly pulled down Martin’s shorts, freeing his cock for the first time as it sprang to attention.
She ogled it lustfully for a few seconds, appraising it’s length and girth.
Then she lowered her head down and embraced it with her mouth.
Martin groaned uncontrollably. He couldn’t ever remember feeling like this before.
Jenny’s lovemaking was warm and tender but she had never liked giving oral sex and Martin had never wanted to pressure her. They had so much to enjoy in each other’s bodies that he felt he could manage without that if she was uncomfortable.
But the sensations that were now flowing through Martin’s cock now made him realize what he had been missing for all of those years.
Lori’s mouth moved slowly up and down the length of his shaft, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head of his cock on each stroke and each time bolts of lightning shot through Martin’s body.
He had been close to coming before knew he wouldn’t last long. The sensation was building and moving up his cock with each passing second.
“Lori…I’m not gonna last. If you want to move away…”
“Fuck no!” Lori gulped. “I want to taste it all. I want you to come in my mouth.”
Lori’s mouth and tongue picked up the pace, her long hair draping over his balls, sending him into more ecstasy as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.
It was enough to send Martin over the edge. His mouth opened and he grunted loudly as he felt the pleasure erupt through his cock and spread out through his legs, toes and up into his chest.
His head felt like it was going to explode too as he felt surge after surge of come shoot from his cock and hit the back of Lori’s throat.
She gurgled, gulped, gurgled again… but continued to suck and engulf his penis with her warm lips until, after 7 or 8 convulsions Martin’s orgasm subsided.
Lori slowly withdrew her lips from Martin’s cock and he could see a thick string of his come emerging and flowing from out of her mouth and drooling over his still twitching cock.
Then in one sudden movement she moved her body and head forwards and kissed him hard on the lips – her tongue insistently pressing open his mouth.
And for the first time in his life Martin could taste the salty thickness of his own pleasure.
His senses were truly overwhelmed.
Lori’s body finally collapsed onto his. Their chests heaving against each other and small grunts of pleasure still coming from their mouths.
Martin reached his hands down to Lori’s ass and pushed them up inside her panties, feeling the warmth of their flesh for the first time.
“I love your ass,” he whispered, in Lori’s ear.
“Say it again…but say it how you are really thinking it.”
Martin paused. Shocked at her insightfulness.
“I fucking love your ass,” Martin said, much louder this time.
“That’s more like it,” Lori grinned. “We’ll find the animal in you yet.”
“I’ve certainly discovered yours,” Martin laughed. “You don’t leave your screaming on the court do you?”
Lori laughed. “Fuck no! A girl’s got to express herself!”
“I had been wondering…,” Martin said, “…and imagining.”
“Oh really! You’ve been thinking about me in that way then? Have you been jerking off to me?” Lori grinned.
Even after all that had just happened Martin still felt a twinge of embarrassment.
“I might have,” he said shyly. Then with more boldness said, “Have you thought of me in this way before?”
Lori giggled. “Let’s just say you might have come to mind when I’ve been playing with myself these last few weeks.”
Martin’s eyes widened. “I’d love to have been a fly on the wall.”
“Well,” Lori smiled wickedly “there’s no need for that. There’s so much more of this evening yet to come…”
Martin swallowed hard and gazed at Lori as she flashed a wicked grin at him.
He wondered how he had got here. What had led him from fostering a fantasy which he had no inclination was ever going to come to fruition, to the pleasure filled evening which had, in Lori’s estimation, only just begun.
Part of him could not wait to take things further. To plumb the hidden depths of Lori’s sexuality. He was already intoxicated by her wantonness, by the dirty side to this pristine well ordered woman who he had enjoyed getting to know at their tennis classes over the weeks. But bubbling underneath this desire to explore further was a persistent insecurity. Martin’s sexual experience and repertoire were extremely limited. Previous to her passing he had been faithful to his wife Jenny for the entirety of their 26 years of marriage. However, despite the usual torrid beginning to a relationship, their lovemaking had eventually become predictable and comfortable. He already knew that Lori was so much more adventurous and he was concerned about his perceived limitations, especially now he had already come.
Lori was sitting, half naked on the couch in front of him, her petite breasts exposed to his gaze, her nipples standing erect. In the last 15 minutes he had felt a raw passion awaken that he had never experienced with his wife. A door which had remained shut for years was now open, and Lori was inviting him to walk further through it. Yet Martin was hesitant. Hesitant because of his lack of experience – would it be obvious to Lori? Would she judge him negatively for it?
And hesitant because he honestly didn’t know whether he the sexual stamina that he had in his youth. He was over 50 now and even though he sometimes would masturbate at night to bring sleep to him, he didn’t know whether he could get hard again any time soon. His orgasm, which had overwhelmed him whilst his cock was in Lori’s warm mouth, had been powerful but now, even though his heart was still beating fast, his cock drooped against his leg, a string of his come still seeping out and pooling on his thigh.
“So, what do you think old man? Got any more where that came from?” Lori said, her eyes glancing down at the puddle of semen on his leg.
“Sure..” Martin stuttered. “But it might take me a while to recover…”
His face flushed red and a mixture of excitement and embarrassment flowed through him.
Lori giggled. “Don’t worry – it will be ‘new balls’ in no time at all.”
Martin chuckled at the joke which had put him more at ease.
“Shall we go to the bedroom? There’s more space than on this couch which will give us a few more options.” Lori grinned.
“Sure. Let’s do it.” Martin said, committing himself in faith that his ageing body wouldn’t let him down. The alternative was to make a lame excuse to leave – something he knew he would end up regretting for a very long time.
Lori stood up, took him by the hand and led him upstairs and through an oak doorway into her room. As Martin glanced around he noticed that it followed the same neat, ordered and clean style that the rest of Lori’s house had. In the centre of the room was a large, king sized bed decked in pure white linen sheets. Thirty minutes ago Martin would have surmised that it perfectly reflected Lori’s personality – but he now knew that underneath the demure, controlled exterior was a wild, passionate and raw spirit which was only too eager to emerge.
Lori sat on the bed, her tennis skirt and panties still in place, but otherwise naked. Martin sat alongside, facing her, fully unclothed and feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable during this interlude.
“Ok, I have an idea.” Lori smiled. “You said you wished you had been a fly on the wall when I was playing with myself. And right now I’m feeling incredibly horny, I have to tell you. So….why don’t you pretend you’re that fly and see how long it takes you to come buzzing over here and join me?
Martin gulped. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Even the slightest inkling of what Lori was suggesting sent a pulse of life through his previously dormant cock. It didn’t take long before the confirmation came.
Lori reached over and opened the oak drawer of her bedside cabinet, pulling out a sleek plum coloured vibrator which was slightly curved with a silver band around the middle. She threw herself back on the bed, her head resting against a white linen pillow and drew her knees up and apart, displaying her white tennis panties which were now visibly stained with her juices from their earlier passion. A new darker patch had begun to form due to her current excited state.
Lori pressed the white button underneath the silver band and a low buzzing sound began to be heard from her toy. She pressed the vibrating wand against her pussy and immediately let out a gasp of pleasure as Martin stared in awe at the scene before him.
Lori’s eyes, full of fire, were fixed on Martin’s face as he gazed, transfixed at this vision of seeming innocence and wantonness combined. In over a quarter of a century he had never seen his wife like this, yet he was fulfilling his fantasy with Lori in less than an hour in her home.
He felt his cock begin to stir back to life.
The sensations emanating from Lori’s pussy and spreading throughout her body were already clearly getting the better of her. Her mouth was now opened wide and groans were sounding from the back of her throat as the vibrator did its work. Lori’s eyes however, remained firmly fixed on Martin, his own mouth open in awe of the sight before him. Every so often they would move from Martin’s eyes and drop down to his groin where his cock was now extending and stiffening by the second. This sight clearly was contributing to her growing excitement.
Suddenly, and without warning Lori yanked back the thin material of her panties, revealing her swollen and glistening crimson pussy lips. As she did so she plunged the purple wand into her soft folds of flesh, her lips parting and enveloping the toy which Martin also noticed had increased in its frequency and intensity. He also noticed Lori’s slick wetness begin to drip down the vibrator as she urgently thrust it deep into her flesh cunt.
The sight of all of this was overwhelming for Martin. He felt his heart beating hard in his chest but more than that his attention was drawn to his now fully swollen cock. It had been resurrected and now stood to attention against his stomach like a soldier ready for duty.
He was torn. Part of him wanted to continue to watch this incredibly sexual woman bring herself to a climax with her device. But the urge to join her and feel his own flesh merge with hers was even greater. He moved his body the short distance across to her and grabbed the waistband of her tennis skirt, pulling it over her legs as she cooperatively raised her ass to allow it to come down. The built in panties came off with it, leaving Lori laying naked on her bed, her legs parted and the vibrator still pulsating inside her.
Martin grabbed Lori’s right hand gently moving the toy out of her pussy lips, noticing the slick squelch of liquid pleasure and suction as she did so. But he wasn’t intending to leave her unattended for long. His hands reached round and grabbed Lori’s firm ass cheeks pulling them up towards him as his face sunk deep into her groin. The scent of her sex was immediately intoxicating to him, the musky odour overpowering and stimulating him at the same time. He felt like he was in heaven.
Martin’s mouth moved toward the soft flesh of Lori’s pussy. His tongue tasted her delicious juices which were flowing out of her incredibly liberally, at least as far as Martin’s limited experience had taught him. He lapped the sweet liquid up and then his tongue moved up to the hard button at the top of Lori’s lips which he knew was the wellspring of her pleasure.
As his tongue began to flick over her clit Martin heard Lori groan loudly and then exclaim ‘Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! That’s so good.’ He felt her hips press into his face as she urgently desired her pleasure to increase. Martin increased the pace of his tongue flicking over her clit, alternating it every so often with a gentle sucking on her protruding nub.
Lori had already been well on the way to her orgasm and the attention being given to her body by Martin was now beginning to tip her over the edge. Her cries were increasingly without any abandon and Martin was certain could surely be heard from outside through her slightly open bedroom windows.
Lori didn’t care. She screamed, moaned and writhed with pleasure.
“Oh yes. Oh fuck. That’s it. Lick my clit. Drink my cunt juice. Make me come Martin. Make me come.”
Martin’s whole body was shaking with excitement as his tongue raced across Lori’s clit faster than he ever thought it could. His cock was pressing against the bed as he lay on it and he found that he was thrusting his groin into the mattress as he ate Lori out so that bolts of pleasure would shoot through his own body.
“Yes, oh yes” Lori gasped. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Martin felt her body tense and stiffen for a second, and then as the tsunami of pleasure overtook her he felt her thighs clasp momentarily around his head. For a second he couldn’t breathe, but at that moment he really didn’t care.
Then as her flesh released its hold on him he was shocked to feel a warm jet of liquid spurt into his mouth. Instinctively he pulled away and a second later felt another burst splash against his face and eyes. And then a third which spattered on his cheek and began to drip down to his chin.
“Oh fuck me! Fuck! Shit! Shit.” Lori cried as her spasms of pleasure began to subside.
Martin grunted and laughed at the same time, pulling his face away from the liquid which was now spattered in a rainbow arc, soaking the part of the bed on which Lori was laying. He looked up into her eyes which conveyed a mixture of raw passion, shock and a hint of embarrassment.
“Oh fuck Martin. I’m so sorry. I don’t usually do that. I would have warned you. Are you ok?”
Martin looked at her and grinned. “Oh I’m more than OK Lori. That was so hot – you will never know!”
He moved toward her and kissed her, his face still covered in her sticky juices. Her mouth parted and they kissed passionately, their tongues entwined, each tasting the sweet liquid which had just flowed from Lori’s cunt.
Martin’s senses were stimulated to overload as endorphins coursed through his body. His anxiety and any lingering shyness had dissipated and had been replaced by an overwhelming urge to fuck this wanton creature who lay in an increasingly disheveled state before him.
Lori observed the transformation in his demeanour and the lust in his eyes and instinctively reached for him.
“Are you going to fuck me now Martin? Are you finally going to stick your hard cock in me and fuck me until I come again?” she urged.
“Yes, I fucking well am,” growled Martin, surprised by his new found confident aggression.
“Well come on then. I need you in me now. I need your cock filling my cunt. I need you deep inside me pounding me until you come into me.”
Martin needed no more encouragement. Taking Lori’s shapely legs with his hands he lifted them up off the bed and threw them across his sinewy shoulders. Lori’s body moved toward him and her pussy lips spread and glistened invitingly as Martin’s cock drew towards it.
A second later his cock was at her warm entrance but this was no time for teasing or hesitation. With a guttural moan Martin pushed his cock deep into the warm folds of flesh, revelling in the exquisite sensation engulfing it as he slid deeper and deeper into Lori’s pussy.
Lori groaned loudly as she felt Martin’s thick cock pierce her and drive down deep into her willing body. As the tip of Martin’s cock pressed against her cervix Lori felt as full as she had ever experienced. The angle of her legs and pussy meant that Martin’s long hard member was going as deep as it could.
Then in an instant she felt it withdraw and then plunge down once again as Martin’s wild abandon took hold.
Martin was like a man possessed. His only thought was to consume Lori with his rapture. His arms tensed against the bed, supporting his weight. His face loomed over Lori’s and he looked into her startled yet lustful eyes and wide open mouth as he thrust again and again into her warm wet body. Despite the fact that he had already come less than an hour ago he was already sensing his orgasm building in his tight balls as they slapped rhythmically against Lori’s firm ass.
“Oooh yes, that’s right”, Lori squealed. “Fuck me deep. Split me in two with your hard cock. It feels so fucking good Martin. So fucking good. I want you to make me come again. I want to you to feel me come around your hard…fucking…cock”
Lori’s dirty talk was exciting Martin even more and he felt tingling sensation in his balls quickly spreading up from the base of his shaft with each thrust he made. He knew that at this pace he wouldn’t last long. Part of him wanted to give in to this abandon and shoot his come right into her, but another part was still able to persuade him to prolong the impending ecstasy. He knew he wanted more of Lori’s ass. That ass that had so transfixed him on the tennis court.
Martin drew his cock back one more time from Lori’s pussy but this time he withdrew it completely. Lori gasped, partly in disappointment at the sudden emptiness she felt, but partly in pleasure as the tip of Martin’s cock flicked up against her swollen clit as it pulled out of her.
“Get on your knees,” Martin urged. “I want to fuck you like a dog.”
Martin couldn’t quite believe these words were coming from his mouth. He had never spoken like this before in his life. Who was this wanton woman before him who had the power to transform and transport him to such baseness. But then he didn’t really care. He was revelling in it. And he could see Lori was completely taken over by it too. Their animalistic urges had taken over and in that context his command was completely appropriate. And they both knew it.
“Oooh – taking control now are we?” Lori gasped. “Well Ok – whatever you want. I’m all yours.”
Lori pulled her body up and swung around so that she was on her knees with her hands stretched out toward the head of the bed. Her round ass loomed toward Martin and as her ass cheeks parted slightly he got his first glimpse of her dark anus nestling between them. For a moment Martin had a strong urge to part her cheeks further and penetrate Lori’s secret place – the intensity of the desire shocked him as he had never even considered it before with Jenny.
But, realizing that Lori would not be expecting such an intrusion and desperate to continue his journey toward his orgasm, he instead guided his cock back into Lori’s warm and increasingly wet pussy.
Lori groaned as he once again pressed deep into her – her juices flowing freely as Martin’s cock passed through her.
As Martin began to once again thrust ever more quickly into her he reached his right hand around her slim waist and moved it down until he felt her hard clit dripping with excitement.
The air was now filled with noises of their increasingly uncontrolled passion. The slapping of Martin’s body and balls against Lori’s ass. The squelching of her juices as his fingers rubbed her hard clit. The high pitched squeals emitting from Lori’s mouth as she felt her orgasm suddenly begin to build in her at Martin’s ministrations. The rhythmical grunts from Martin as his own orgasm quickly approached once more.
“Oh fuck Martin. That’s so good. I’m going to come again. You’re going to make me come again,” Lori gasped
“I’m going to come too,” Martin responded. “I can feel it. I’m going to come deep into you”.
“Yes. Come in my cunt. Shoot your fucking load right into my wet cunt Martin. I want to feel it”
That was it. Lori’s foul mouthed exhortations tipped Martin over the edge. He knew he was at the point of no return. These last thrusts were going to be the deepest yet – he felt he wanted to split her frail body in two.
“Yes. Yes. I’m going to fucking come in your cunt Lori. I’m coming. Oh…I’m coming. Fuuuck”
Martin’s body began to convulse as he felt the first and most powerful wave begin to wrack his body and he could no longer speak – only emit deep grunts from the back of his throat. Each thrust sent a new rainbow of sensations through his body, radiating out from his cock as he shot his come deep into Lori’s cunt. Three, four, five, six times…
And as the strength of each ejaculation began to subside he became more aware of Lori’s ascent to her own pleasure and her own verbal ejaculations.
“Oh my fucking life. Keep rubbing my clit Martin. I’m going to come too. Fuck me Martin. I’m coming. I’m coming with you.”
Martin felt Lori’s pussy suddenly contract around his cock. And then again. And again. Her ass pressed urgently against him as each spasm shook her body. And with each one a high pitched squeal came from her open mouth.
Martin’s own orgasm had subsided now but it seemed like Lori’s was continuing on as strong as ever. Her ass kept on thrusting back toward him for what seemed like 15 or 20 seconds as her pleasure continued.
Finally Lori slumped forward onto the bed, her arms splayed out. Martin felt his cock slowly slipping out of her with the movement, her slick juices combined with his come and the slow softening of his cock resulted in it slithering out, tracking down her left thigh leaving a glistening trail down her leg.
Martin moved over and lay down beside Lori, both of them exhausted by their exertions, their breathing still deep and pronounced. Martin gazed into Lori’s sparkling and satiated eyes, he himself feeling a satisfaction that he couldn’t quite remember experiencing in such a way before. It wasn’t the same comfortable ease and security he had felt after making love with Jenny. Instead he felt his heart pounding loudly in the aftermath of the new, unrefined sexual side of him that had emerged.
Lori grinned at him as he stared at her.
“Well mister. I don’t know what I was expecting would happen today but I certainly wasn’t expecting that from you! You are full of surprises”
“So are you,” retorted Martin. “I always thought of you as very ordered, proper and controlled. But a different side of you came out today.”
“Mmm,” Lori beamed. “I’m full of surprises! But now I’m wondering what else is in you that’s going to ‘come out.’ I can’t wait to find out.”
“Neither can I,” mused Martin, his mind flitting back to the image of Lori’s anus which had been so tantalizing to him. Would he dare to mention it to Lori? Could it ever happen? After this evening he was prepared to believe that anything was possible.
As though she was reading his mind Lori reflected, “You do seem to like my ass. You were keen to get me on my knees weren’t you”.
“Haha,” Martin chuckled, “I liked it more than you know,”
Lori’s eyebrows raised. “Oh really? Well…that’s got me wondering hasn’t it?
And it’s got me thinking…I can’t wait until our next match.”
Later, as Martin drove home from Lori’s house, his mind was doing somersaults as he tried to process what had just happened. He had witnessed the transformation of the pristinely presented, confident and controlled tennis player into a foul mouthed, filthy minded whore. And he had loved every minute of it. Lascivious scenes flashed back into his consciousness, almost causing him to lose control of his vehicle as he drove back home.
During the following days those flashbacks continued to pop up both at inopportune and opportune moments causing his cock to stir and swell at the recollection. They provided more masturbation fodder than any amount of erotica or porn had ever afforded Martin in the years since his wife’s passing. It was as though he had been rejuvenated sexually.
He found himself reliving scenarios he had found himself in during his early 20’s when he would seek out any opportunity to orgasm whether that meant finding a private space or even risking being caught in semi-public.
During the next few days Martin was tempted to drive around to Lori’s house and knock on the door but he didn’t dare. Was the encounter a one off for Lori? He knew little about her. Would another man have already been in her bed by now?
Martin chastised himself for thinking such things about her. Yet things had progressed so quickly that Thursday and she had taken control with such ease that he was reevaluating everything he had imagined Lori to be like.
If he were younger he would have been communicating with her via social media but Martin had driven away from Lori’s house without even exchanging phone numbers. Partly that was down to his age but mainly it was due to the state he had been in when he left.
Yet day by day the next Cardio Tennis class was approaching. Would Lori be there? What would she say? And more urgently in his mind – would he be able to keep his cock under control for the hour?
Soon enough the day arrived. Martin entered the court and began to warm up with some of the other players, hitting the balls back and forth to each other. Lori was nowhere to be seen. A pang of disappointment surged through him as the minutes ticked by. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that she wouldn’t show up to the class. And then, ten minutes after the lesson began she arrived, pristine and demure as ever.
“Sorry I’m late. Something came up” she cried in a cheery voice as she joined the line of players taking part in the first drill.
Martin felt relief coursing through him and then a measure of excitement as the sight of her brought back the remembrance of his previous time with her.
How could someone so prim and proper, as Lori once again appeared on court, be so utterly filthy at other times?
The hour passed by quickly with one drill following another, interspersed with some doubles and singles points as usual. There was nothing unusual about the session at all apart from Martin’s battle to keep his eyes off Lori’s ass and his cock under control was much more intense. But to his credit he managed it.
At the end of the hour everyone made their way to the foyer to change out of their tennis shoes and leave the facility. However, before he had a chance to remove his he heard Lori’s voice behind him.
“Martin, could I just have a quick word with you before you leave?”
“Erm…sure” he uttered, feeling his face grow warm as blood surged to it. It wasn’t the only thing blood was surging to either.
Lori headed down the narrow corridor which ran between the entrance foyer and the bar area. Martin supposed she wanted to chat there on the couch or chairs which were scattered there. But to his surprise she pushed open the door of the disabled washroom as she passed it on the right.
He was stopped in his tracks, his mouth slightly open. Lori turned her head back toward him and grinned.
“Well come on in, or do you want me to mail you an invitation?”
Martin needed no such thing. As he followed her through into the space she quickly flipped the lock behind him, pulled him toward her and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Martin’s senses were flooded with the taste of her, her scent filling his nostrils and her soft flesh pressing against his body.
“Fucking hell Martin,” she gasped. “Do you know how wet I’ve been during this last hour thinking about what I want to do to you?”
Lori grabbed his hand and moved it under her short tennis skirt. His fingers instinctively closed around her mound as he felt her sopping panties. She gasped as he did so.
“Oh…you are…so wet” Martin exclaimed. Then, somewhat overwhelmed by the situation, uttered,
“I didn’t think you were coming.”
“Oh, I was coming” Lori beamed.
“I was so fucking horny at the thought of seeing you today that I had to sort myself out…if you know what I mean. So I was coming – hard. That’s why I was late to the class!”
Martin’s cock was now fully erect and straining at his shorts. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. Lori’s eyes were drawn to it and before he knew it she had pulled them down to his ankles and dropped to her knees. Freed of all constraints his dick sprang upwards, and was drawn across her face from her chin up to the top of her flushed cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake.
Lori giggled, and then traced her finger across the glistening emission, before seductively putting it into her mouth and sucking hungrily.
“Oh, you are so damn tasty,” she growled. “I want more!”
Before he knew what was happening she grabbed his cock and her hand guided it toward her parted lips. Martin eagerly anticipated the warmth of her mouth engulfing him, but instead felt the shivering sensation of her tongue slowly drawing itself from the base of the underside of his member to the tip.
‘Uggh’ uttered Martin as the sensation caused by Lori’s attention coursed through his body.
And he shuddered a second time, and a third as Lori’s tongue drew itself up his throbbing shaft. Only then did she engulf the entire head of his dick with her mouth and began to bob up and down as she sucked him, her tongue continuing to rake across the underside of his cock.
Martin’s gasps came hard and fast, his head in a whirl. Then briefly Lori withdrew her mouth from his cock, spat a globule of saliva onto her right hand before getting right back to work on the bulbous head of his cock. At the same time her hand moved to the base of his shaft lubricating it with the cocktail of her saliva and his pre-cum. She began moving it up and down his hard member, at the same time twisting her wrist so that she was rotating back and forth as well as moving up and down his shaft. Her tongue and mouth hungrily devouring its swollen head.
Martin was in heaven. His hands instinctively grabbed Lori’s long dark hair before him, squeezing and beginning to pull as his body continued to pulse with excitement.
“Oh yes,” Lori commanded. “Pull my hair. Pull it hard.”
Part of Martin was shocked at her command, and shocked that he had begun to do it. But the animalistic part of him was gaining the upper hand and he responded accordingly.
Soon he realized that his guttural groans were beginning to be matched by similar ones from Lori as she continued her attention to his cock.
Looking down past her bobbing head and her right hand pumping his dick he saw to his delight that Lori’s left hand had found its way into her panties and had pushed past the thin sodden material. Her fingers were now frantically strumming her clit and he realized he could hear the sound of her evident juices as she massaged them into her swollen cunt.
Martin’s senses were getting to the point of being completely overwhelmed. And he soon began to feel the inevitable sensation building from the base of his cock which told him that it would only be a matter of seconds before he would be shooting his hot seed down Lori’s throat. The thought of doing that only served to bring him even closer to the point of no return. He longed to come with her sweet mouth around him. But despite the fact that they were in the bathroom of a public building Martin didn’t want things to end quite so quickly.
“Stop….not yet” he managed to utter as he reluctantly withdrew his cock from Lori’s mouth.
Lori looked up at him, continuing to frig herself with her fingers.
“Well what do you want to do instead?” she demanded.
Martin’s mind went blank for a second. And then suddenly he knew. His eyes met Lori’s hungry eyes, and he knew that she knew too.
“I want to fuck you in the ass” he said with surprising assertiveness.
Lori’s eyes widened and her fingers began to move even faster over her clit, which he could now see was red, swollen and glistening.
“Say it again. Tell me exactly what you want to do” she groaned.
“I want to fuck you hard and come in your ass” he said loudly, before quickly realizing that anyone standing outside of the washroom door would have no doubt heard him. But by now he didn’t care.
“Fuck Martin. I’ve been fantasizing about you doing that all week” Lori gasped, and in one motion she stood to her feet and pulled off her skirt and built in panties.
She turned, facing the mirror, leaning the top half of her body against the sink beneath it.
Martin gazed for a moment at her smooth, round, alabaster orbs which were presenting themselves to him. Inviting him. Beckoning him. And then raw passion took over.
He spat a mouthful of spit into his hands and smeared it all over the head of his cock before moving toward Lori’s arched body. Sensing his approach her hands moved behind her, each one grabbing an ass cheek and parting them, revealing her dark circular target.
Martin’s stiff, slick cock nestled between her mounds, pressing against her tight hole. At first it resisted, but as he began to push forward he felt it give.
A loud animalistic groan came from deep inside of Lori, which Martin read as further encouragement. And slowly he felt his cock pushing deeper into her tight asshole. Its walls were pressing against him but increasingly offered up less resistance as he pushed deeper into her until the entirety of his cock was inside of her. The top of his legs pushed against Lori’s swollen ass cheeks as his balls hung between her parted legs.
“OK you fucker,” Lori growled “are you going to fuck my ass then?”
Her hands moved to grab the protruding sink faucet preparing herself for what was to come.
Martin needed no further invitation. He slowly withdrew his cock until it was almost out of her, and then in one motion plunged it back in. As he did so they grunted in unison. Then again. And again. Each time faster, deeper and harder..
He felt his balls beginning to slap on the underside of Lori’s ass each time he thrust forward. His hands gripped her hips as he pulled her toward him with each movement.
Lori’s was grabbing the faucet with her left hand to hold her body steady and give her leverage to push back against Martin, forcing his cock even deeper into her ass. Her right hand took over frantically masturbating her clit. Each of them was inevitably moving toward an orgasm which they knew would be completely overwhelming.
“Look at me,” Lori demanded. “Look at me.”
Martin raised his eyes and stared into the mirror, locking in on Lori. Her own hungry eyes were wide open staring back at him as he continued to pump his body deep into her ass.
He saw her completely. Her clothed top half was over the sink, and her naked ass was being rammed by his cock. But more than anything else it was her eyes which he was fixed upon.
In her eyes he saw the rawness of her need. All of the veneer was gone. There was no more prim and proper Lori. Instead he saw her animalistic core. And he wanted to engulf her. To consume her. And he knew she wanted it too,
And suddenly he felt it again deep in his cock, but quickly building and growing. He was going to come. And this time there was no stopping him. And as Lori stared into Martin’s eyes she knew it. And she knew she was going to come too.
“Come in me” she roared. “Shoot your come deep into my ass. I want to feel it inside me,” her voice rasping and quavering with the growing excitement centring in on her clit, emanating from deep within her.
And then everything was frantic. Martin gripped Lori’s hips like a vice as he pulled her toward him, meeting the thrusting of his own body which was sending his cock so deep within her. Faster and faster they rammed against each other as a cacophony of sounds filled the air. Groans, grunts, expletives, cunt juices, the slapping of bodies together crescendoed as they moved toward their shared climax.
And then it was upon them both like a tsunami. Martin’s cock filled to its tip and suddenly exploded in a flood of pleasure. His come shot deep into the recesses of Lori’s tight asshole again and again coating his cock as he plunged in with each spasm of delight. His unrestrained groans resonated with each pulse of pleasure. All the time he fixed his eyes on Lori’s
What he saw would never leave his memory. As he came deep into her Lori’s body began to quake. Her mouth opened wide. She gasped loudly as if trying to breathe. And then she was coming.
Wave upon wave wracked her body causing it to writhe and arch with each explosion of sensation. Her hand, which had been feverishly flying over her cunt flew out to the side to try to stabilize her body which was flailing about as she orgasmed. No words came from her mouth, only the deepest grunts and groans which came from the core of her being.
And then the tidal wave subsided. There they remained, suddenly motionless, their eyes still locked on each other in the mirror as each of them experienced little aftershocks of pleasure pulsating through their bodies.
Then slowly Martin pulled his now softening cock out of Lori’s ass. It emerged with a slurpy pop as her sphincter tightened around it on its exit.
Lori stood, and turned to face him, her face flushed with heat. Then she pulled back her hair, smiled and kissed him full on the lips.
“That…was fucking amazing!” she said with a grin.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Martin gasped.
“I can” Lori retorted. “I knew you had it in you. We just had to find it”.
“Well I never knew that was in you. You always seemed so…”
“Proper?” Lori laughed. “Well you know what they say – never judge a book by it’s cover.”
“Now…we’ve got to get out of here.”
“Do you think anyone heard?” Martin stuttered
“Probably. I think it would be hard not to. But no doubt we will never know,” Lori said as she pulled on her skirt.
“You’d better get those shorts back on Mister, because I’m opening this door soon,” she chuckled.
Martin quickly did as she instructed and then stood back as Lori unlocked the door of the washroom.
“Anyone there?” he asked.
“No…we are good” replied Lori as she went out of the door, quickly followed by Martin.
It was only as he glanced backward that he saw their coach Dan at the far end of the corridor near the bar. But even from that distance he was sure he could see a bulge in his tennis shorts.