Part Two.

I was on cloud nine. Bea was exciting and her matured sexual appetite was outrageous, which was just as well because my cock was constantly erect and ready for action. I simply couldn’t get enough of the woman’s body. I had become addicted to her mature eroticism. It was habit forming and I required multiple daily fixes.

Acquiescing to Bea’s carnal needs demanded much of me — thank Christ I was young and fit! Every morning I would jog to her house, let myself in and race upstairs to find her with the bedclothes thrown back and wearing one of her super sexy, silk nightdresses rucked up around her waist and one breast exposed; a wonderful site to be greeted with.

The dirty madam’s next provocative enticement was to finger her pussy and play with the exposed stiffened nipple. I always felt it incumbent to respond mutually, so I would give my shaft a few strokes watching her perform. Then, after a decent interval of interactive playfulness, Bea would beckon me with the fingers she’d been probing her pussy with and have me suck them, before turning her attention to sucking my cock. At this point in our schedule I would slip a couple of fingers between her tumescent pussy lips seeking her proud G-spot. This morning was no exception.

‘Good boy.’ Bea murmured as my digits found their target and began teasing. ‘When you think my needy pussy is wet enough to take this throbbing beast.’ She said squeezing my cock. ‘Let me know.’

‘Your pussy is always wet, you sexy woman. Wet and willing.’

‘Then let’s get fucking! I feel particularly randy this morning. I want your cock filling my cunt and your balls banging against me.’

‘You say the sweetest things, Bea.’

‘Do I?’ Bea replied taking most of my shaft down her throat and engaging in sloppy sucking. My reaction was to force myself deeper, moaning with pleasure. I grabbed her exposed breast and squeezed it’s lovable shape roughly. I alternated my brutality by drawing out her nipple, making it harden further and grow dramatically. Eventually Bea found herself choking on my cock and withdrew it, saliva dripping from its girth.

‘Now, while it’s wet, Peter, slide it between my other lips and fuck me hard.’ I obliged my mistress with a savageness I never realised I possessed, fucking her like a crazed thing. Bea responded to my frenzied love-making and I soon found myself on the edge of ejaculation.

It was later, after we’d showered together, that Bea told me her was friend coming to stay for a few days. She was older than Bea but was assured that I would enjoy her company. Obviously, Bea continued, her presence would impose limitations on when and how we could enjoy ourselves sexually. But no doubt we could be inventive if the opportunity arose.

Well, Bea’s friend arrived just after lunch, which meant we had plenty of time to indulge our lust in a more leisurely manner one more time. The two women went into raptures about seeing each other completely ignoring me. I didn’t think anything of it and followed them indoors lugging the friend’s suitcases, setting them down in the hallway. It was then that Bea turned and introduced me.

‘Peter, I’d like you to meet Lara.’ Lara extended her arm ready to shake hands.’ We shook exchanging the usual pleasantries. It was plain to see that Lara was the kind of woman who turned heads, both male and female. A woman who demanded attention and radiated sexual charm without reservation.

‘Bea,’ Lara said turning to her friend. ‘Am I right in thinking this is the lucky young man featured in that selfie you sent me? The one overtly enjoying your charms.’

‘The very same.’ Bea replied. Her eyes met mine and she smiled surreptitiously; I reached for her hand and squeezed it.

To welcome her friend, and also appease my lustful desire, Bea had chosen to wear a black pencil skirt and a long-sleeved, pink satin blouse. A simple outfit that accentuated her figure and had me drooling over, as she moved rhythmically guiding the way to the lounge.

The two women seated themselves on the sofa and my attention was immediately drawn to Lara’s long legs, as she hitched up her skirt before sitting. I knew Bea was wearing stockings and suspenders because I’d watched her get dressed, but wondered if Lara also flaunted a pair — Christ, what a thought! She had legs perfect for nylons.

Lara looked at me her green eyes sparkling.

Now, rather than feeling totally embarrassed about the fact Bea had shared an intimate picture with this stranger, I felt honoured that Bea wanted to champion my bedroom prowess to her friend. It gave me a degree of arrogance knowing this. So, as the two women began chattering, I took the opportunity to assess Lara in more detail.

Her class, elegance and deportment were equated by her choice and style of clothes and the manner in which she wore them. The scintillating grey material of her matching skirt and jacket, the collar turned up, clung to her slim body and long shapely legs dramatically, Sahabet the hem ending around her calves. Beneath the jacket was a red silk top that matched the colour of her high-heeled suede shoes. It was an ensemble that made a statement, telling the world that, despite her advancing years, she had the perfect body for wearing high fashion. So take a look! Fill your boots!

‘Well, I can see you have a lot of catching up to do so I’ll take my leave. It was nice to meet you, Lara.’ I announced turning to go.

Both women responded in unison insisting I should stay. So I did and took up Lara’s invitation to sit next to her. Funnily, I didn’t feel out of place with these two older women, contributing with ease to their sophisticated conversation. Then, a little while later, Bea suggested Lara might like to freshen up and showed her to the guest room. I followed on, again with Lara’s suitcases.

Bea hoped Lara would be comfortable and asked if she required anything else. She said the room was perfect but could she have a bottle of carbonated water if possible. I was dispatched to fetch one returning just in time to see Lara removing her jacket to show off small, but perfectly moulded breasts beneath the red silk top. Lara indicated the en-suite saying she was in dire need of its facilities.

Bea and I left her to it and returned downstairs, where I discovered Lara’s vanity case in the hallway. Desirous of seeing more of Lara’s body beautiful, I took it up to her. The bedroom door was ajar and so I knocked. There was no reply. I entered cautiously thinking Lara might still in the bathroom and placed the vanity case on the dresser. I was about to leave when Lara came out of the en-suite carrying her skirt, which she tossed on the bed.

“The damn thing’s too tight to pull up far enough to pee. The easiest way is take it off.” She said pragmatically without paying any attention to me or her state of undress. My eyes followed her uninhibited movement across the room taking in the exquisite sight of long, lithe legs. They were toned, tanned and devoid of any unsightly flesh, the fully fashioned black stockings contrasting her red high-heeled shoes.

Lara’s black stockings were classy and of the self-supporting type — without the need for suspenders. Their lacy welts were decorated fancifully and a single pink satin bow topped off their appeal. Lara stopped before the mirror and began adjusting the tops of the stockings. She saw me watching intently.

“Do you approve, Peter?”

“Most definitely, Lara.”

“Not bad for a fifty-eight year old, eh?”

Seeing as I was invited to comment, I looked more closely at Lara’s legs, the stockings adorning them and the tantalising bulge of her black panties just visible below the bottom of her red top.

‘You look terrific, Lara. A picture of sheer sexual elegance if I may say so.’

‘You may. Thank you.’ Lara lifted her arms and pirouetted for my benefit. In doing so her silk top rose displaying more of her silk lace panties, they were of a style designed to sit high on a woman’s hip.

‘Does Bea wear the kind of sexy lingerie you like, Peter?’ Lara wanted to know. I nodded wondering about this intimate line of questioning. ‘Does she wear it while you’re fucking her?

Hearing the obscenity didn’t faze me. I had become accustomed to Bea using such language. Somehow it added to our sexual intensity.

‘Yes, she loves wearing it to tease me.’ I replied.

‘Is that how she originally seduced you?’

‘No, that particular aspect came later. Initially it was her attractiveness, her maturity and her style. Like you, Lara, she always makes a picture of elegance. Pure mature sex. The skirt and pink blouse today being a typical example. No, her lingerie would become an added bonus to our relationship.’

‘Well, you certainly have a cosmopolitan outlook, not to mention a cultivated knowledge of ladies apparel. Tell me, if it was me doing the seducing, would you fall for my charms in the same way you fell for Bea’s? Remembering I’m older than she is.’

‘Without a doubt! Older women enthrall me. I doubt whether I’d be able to resist your stylish seduction, judging by your appearance today.’ I indicated her body. ‘Lara, I find myself enamoured by older women and you are no exception.’ I volunteered shamelessly.

‘Prove it right now and fuck me. Spear me with that young cock and fuck me like you fuck Bea?’

Lara’s request didn’t floor me. Quite the opposite in fact. I fancied discovering more of the protuberance in her black silk panties. Taking it in my mouth was intriguing to contemplate. Would it taste different to Bea’s? What would it look like? Yes. I would fuck her! But I had a loyalty to Bea.

‘I couldn’t, not without Bea’s consent.’ I answered. Then Lara stepped towards me and grabbed my erection, making appreciative sighs upon feeling its size.

‘Hello, there’s something happening here.’ She purred gauging the thickness of my hard on. ‘Go and Sahabet Giriş ask her.’ She gave me a final squeeze and sent me on my way.

Standing on the landing, I replayed the conversation that had just taken place with Lara. The woman was serious, she’d wanted me to fuck her. But how would Bea react to such a suggestion. Just then Bea’s bedroom door opened and she appeared, beckoning me suggestively with her forefinger. I joined her.

‘Quick, unzip my skirt.’ Bea hissed. ‘I can’t manage it with these fingernails.’ I recalled zipping it up that morning. ‘I fancy a quickie while Lara unpacks.’ She whispered.

I’d come to love the sound of Bea’s zip fasteners. Their rasping functionality heralded sexual pleasure and the glorious vision of her in lingerie and nylon stockings. I pulled the zip down, the ripple of pleasure searing my erection. I helped Bea wriggle out of the skirt while she unfastened her blouse. More black seamed stockings were revealed only this time attached to pink lacy suspenders, over which she wore matching pink panties. Christ! Did this woman look sexy.

My trousers and shreddies were off in a trice and I found myself between Bea’s thighs even quicker — my desperation linked with Bea’s urgency becoming a compelling factor in seeking gratification. I pulled aside the pink silk panties exposing her pussy and allowed her to guide my knob to its destination. As it slid the length of her vagina I began urging and thrusting, eager to sate Bea’s craving and my own lust — we were two desperate lovers!

‘You’re lovely and hard, Peter.’ Bea’s voice was soft, enthused with pleasure at my deep penetration. Her nylon clad legs were wrapped tightly around my waist holding me deep inside her impatient pussy and I could feel the buttons of her suspenders biting into my flesh.

‘And you are lovely and wet.’ I answered settling into a rhythm.

‘Oh, Peter, I don’t think I could exist without your cock fucking me like this.’ Bea squeezed my length powerfully knowing it was something I enjoyed. ‘I will do anything to keep you satisfied.’ She admitted between grunts of pleasure.

‘Shush, you gorgeous bitch. Let’s concentrate on cumming together.’ I commanded.

I continued shoving and urging, my senses in a red mist of desire and the need to cum. By now, Bea had her legs locked behind my neck in a desperate need to feel me deeper inside. I eased up in order to open her pink blouse and watch her tits undulating, heaving within the confines of the pink lacy bra, it was a vision that never failed to excite me further in the pursuit of my orgasm.

‘Bea, your tits are beautiful.’ I grunted loudly. ‘Play with them. Hold them for me. Take them out of their cups. I want to see your hard nipples!’ I watched spellbound as she freed each one. Then, just as Bea began tweaking her nipples, I sensed the all too familiar tickle in my helmet telling me that my climax was imminent. ‘Fuck! I’m cumming!’ I said aloud.

‘Then flood my cunt with your spunk. Don’t withdraw. I want to feel all your warm cum explode in me.’ Bea’s voice rasped breathlessly. ‘Cum deep inside me. Fill my cunt with spunk! Now! Shoot it now, Peter!’ She implored.

I did. I pumped and squirted my sticky mess, feeling my helmet swimming in the stuff. When Bea felt its warmth pool inside her she could barely stifle her scream of joy.

‘Now, make me cum too. Use those magical fingers on my clit.’ I responded immediately and within a couple of minutes Bea’s entire body stiffened, as she experienced her own orgasm.

We lay quietly absorbing the excitement and post-orgasmic bliss we’d given one another. Then Bea got to her feet and stood before the full-length mirror. She parted her legs and watched my cum and her own juices trickle from her tumescent cunt lips.

‘It’s magical how you manage to produce so much cum for me, Peter.’ Bea said running her fingers through the clinging concoction dribbling down her thighs.

‘Because you are so thrilling to make love to.’ I replied.

‘Just a horny old bitch would be a better description!’ I froze at the sound of a different voice, Lara’s. She moved to the bed and sat down next to me. Bea turned from the mirror accepting her presence as a normal occurrence.

‘Lara, just look at this.’ She said to her friend indicating the mess clinging to her thigh.. ‘This is the third time today that young stallion has fucked me and he still manages to produce this much cum.’ She dropped onto the bed and kissed me, blocking out Lara’s presence.

I felt Lara place a hand on my thigh and drag her long nails down the inside. She sensed me shiver with pleasure then took my shrinking cock between her fingers, pulling the foreskin back and forth exposing my purple helmet. Feeling another woman’s sensuous attention so soon after expending myself within Bea had its effect, and very soon I was stiffening up again.

Although I couldn’t watch Lara performing on my cock — Bea was still intent on her Sahabet Yeni Giriş passionate kissing — I quickly learned what it felt like to be in the hands of two fabulous older women, especially when Lara ran her nails around my sensitive knob still covered with the residue of my orgasm. The attentiveness of two older, seductive women, their caresses and two very exotic perfumes, quickly took hold of my senses and I felt it’s inebriating effect forcing me to abandon myself to their mature desires.

Bea’s post-orgasmic craving eventually petered out. Lara, however, seeing my reaction to her lascivious touch, had no intention of leaving me alone and had resorted to sucking my shaft. But, although my cock was hard and seemingly ready to fuck, I could not in all honesty carry out a repeat performance. Bea read the situation tacitly and suggested to Lara that she desist from further titillation until later.

I spent the next fifteen-minutes in the shower alternating the water between hot and cold trying to get my body back to normal. This was difficult as across the bathroom, Bea lay soaking in the tub her breasts floating above the water line drawing my gaze. I turned away and thought about my situation with the two older women, both gorgeous, both elegant dressers and both desirous of my cock.

I was daydreaming beneath a blast of warm water when I felt Bea’s presence behind me in the shower. She wrapped her arms around and hugged me tightly.

‘Thank you for everything, Peter.’ She said. ‘Lara has taken a shine to you. She really wants you to fuck her.’

‘Would you mind if I did?’

‘No, as long as I’m present and joining in with the fun.’

‘Well, that sounds interesting, my darling.’ I added knowingly.

That evening I acted as chauffeur driving Bea and Lara to their dinner engagement. I was invited along as well, but declined — fancy restaurants aren’t my thing and I’m not much of a drinker. So, after dropping off the ladies, I took the BMW for a spin then went back to Bea’s house to watch some Premier League action on television.

I got the pickup call at ten and collected the women from the restaurant. They’d obviously had a convivial evening judging from their loquacious chattering, and were pleased to see me again; just as I was pleased to be in their company once more. They sat in the back and subjected me to much alcohol fueled teasing and suggestiveness, which indicated an action packed night ahead.

Bea and Lara decided to end the evening with champagne. I was instructed to open a bottle and bring it upstairs, while they changed into something more intimate to wear. Knowing my tastes intimately, Bea’s choice of something to wear was to simply remove her dress and display herself in lingerie, which tonight was an open bottom girdle in black that her stockings were fastened to, and a black lacy bra. Altogether a fantastic advert for a sexy older woman.

Meanwhile, Lara had slipped out of her full skirted, midi shirt dress and opted for a camisole top and French knickers in pale blue. The knickers hid the matching suspender belt but not the satin straps holding white lacy stockings in place. Lara’s breasts, although small as I’ve mentioned, moulded themselves against the blue silk perfectly, their nipples prominent and thrusting.

The women insisted I join them in a glass of bubbly and we sat together on a chaise-lounge in Bea’s bedroom, the atmosphere tense with suppressed sexual lust. Lara spoke next.

‘Let me tell you about my life in the far east, Peter. You never know, I might get you interested enough to fly out and visit me, along with Bea of course.’ Lara placed her hand on my thigh and began stroking it. ‘I rent a villa in a leafy suburb of the capital. It has a swimming pool and a large garden filled with the sweetest smelling flowers you can imagine. I have a cook/housekeeper called Saavi, and her husband, Atid, who maintains the garden and swimming pool. He also acts as my chauffeur — the car came with the villa as part of the agreement.’

Lara paused to sip her drink and push a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the motion making her large earring tinkle.

‘Atid and Saavi are in their late twenties and live in a garden annexe. Saavi is a pretty young woman, almost doll-like in her features, and Atid is particularly athletic looking — it’s a pleasure to watch him working the garden, his bronzed torso gleaming with perspiration. Many a time I’ve fingered myself watching his body muscles tense with exertion.’ She confessed with a giggle.

‘Anyhow, in a very short time my life style would undergo many changes. Saavi is an excellent cook and soon adapted to my culinary requirements. She also takes it upon herself to assist me personally, getting dressed and so on — she even holds my bra straps open for me to slip my arms into. And, as well as selecting my clothes for the day, Saavi even selects what lingerie I wear.

‘At first it felt uncomfortable to receive such intimate assistance, especially when I was in the bath tub and she insisted on sponging me all over, modestly avoiding my private parts.’ Lara paused while she took my hand placing it on her pussy mound. ‘You know where I mean, don’t you, Peter.’ She hinted.