A-OK Ch. 01
Angela moved in a few doors down from us the summer after I graduated from college. When I first met
her she was a little on the chunky side but that soon changed due to her daily
morning jog. She was really short, like 5 foot, 5 foot 1 something like that.
She had straight, super-blonde hair and surprisingly big tits for her size. When
I first saw her I guessed her age to be around 35 but later learned that she was
actually 44. Once she lost a few pounds it only made her look even younger,
especially with her tiny frame.
About a month after she moved in, I
overheard my parents discussing our new neighbor. I didn't catch it all, but the
words "whore" and "slut" were thrown around with her name in the same sentence.
As soon as I came into the room, the conversation stopped, but it wasn't hard to
figure out that either they had personal experience that led them to believe
this or they heard it through the grapevine. This couldn't have been more out of
place for her; I thought it was a little strange because she had a really
straight-laced appearance. You would simply not think of her that way when you
first met her. She had a passion for gardening and keeping her house nice. That
kind of neighbor, not what they were saying. I concluded that my parents had
jumped the gun and that their opinion was probably wrong.
I didn't drink
at bars that often, but one weekend a few friends were in town so we decided to
head down to the local saloon. We drove separately because they were staying at
a hotel right by the bar. It was probably around 10 when we got there. We did
the requisite pool, darts, had a few beers, the normal routine. About 12:30
Angela walked in. She stopped over and said hello and I introduced her to my
friends. We talked for a few minutes then she went over to the bar. We started
another game of pool, but before we could finish, there she went right out the
door with Chet, another one of my neighbors. He was walking sort of strangely,
looking around like he was afraid of getting caught. I don't know why because
neither he nor Angela were married, but anyway I knew him well enough to know
that he was acting awkwardly. Some guy near me winked at him and said, "A-OK,
Chet", and sort of chuckled to himself as Chet made his way out the
door.
I kind of laughed to myself like, hey Chet alright dude. Angela and
Chet were a strange match but who am I to ask about someone else's stuff? Chet
was like 55+, a little overweight, and sort of a grouch from my experience. It
just seemed that she could probably do better. I mean, she was older, too, but
she was in really good shape. Anyway, I got back to the pool game, my friends
took off and I went home. Just like every other single man in his mid-20's
without a Friday night date, I was jacking off before I went to bed. I kept
thinking about Angela and I was wondering what it would be like to have sex with
her. I was picturing her over my cock, sucking the head with her tiny hand
wrapped around my shaft as I shot a big load into her mouth. I was imagining
whether she would swallow my come or let it dribble over her chin. I figured her
a dribbler, maybe even wincing at the thought of a big load of semen washing
over her lips and tongue. It was a great fantasy and it made me come pretty
hard.
The next day I went for a walk up the street and I could hear some
banging around the back of Angela's house. I went around back and she was
outside with her tools trying to chip some paint off the back porch. I said
hello from a distance so I wouldn't scare her when I got closer.
"Hey
Jake, what's up? You have fun with your friends last night?"
"Yeah, we
did the normal thing. You know, shoot some pool have a few
pitchers."
Naturally, as every other man does when engaged in
conversational intercourse, my eyes turned to her tits, which were smaller than
a few months prior because she lost a good bit of weight, but still they were
really nice. I was guessing they were 38-D's possibly C, but probably D. As an
added bonus she had no bra. She walked slowly toward the house and her jugs
bounced firmly. I couldn't believe she was that old and her tits stood out like
a 20-year-old's.
I thought to myself, "That's cool she hooked up with
Chet. Maybe they have a thing. Good for them."
"Well, you're here right
in time, I need someone to hold the ladder for me." "OK, Angela", I
replied.
"Call me Angie", she said as she looked me right in the eye and
smiled with a warm, genuine expression. For the first time, I was really
conversing with her and I noticed things about her face. She had laugh lines,
delicate lines, around her hazel eyes. Her eyebrows were very thin and a shade
or two darker than the hair on her head.
"Angie it is. Ready when you
are."
She started up the ladder and I was loving the fact that she had no
bra. I could make out the bottoms of both globes. This was so cool. She looked
down and motioned for the scraper. I handed it to her and she looked down again
and me and said, "You're not looking up my shirt, are you" and laughed out loud.
She said under her breath, "Not like you've never seen tits. I hate
bras."
As she was scraping the top of the porch I couldn't believe it. As
her shorts waved back and forth, I caught frequent, brief glimpses of her tight
blonde curls. Every 15 seconds or so she exerted herself enough for her lips to
delicately part company then kiss each other once again. I thought my cock was
going to explode I was so hard.
This was going to be some excellent late
night material, I thought. She had a nice, thick mat of hair on her pussy, just
like I loved to see it. I was trying to hold the ladder but my mind was clearly
elsewhere and it showed because she pushed once too hard and the ladder tilted
and she almost fell off.
"Hey, you trying to kill me or what?" she
laughed. "Get your mind out of the gutter, I don't want to go to the hospital on
such a nice day!"
I laughed nervously and about 5 minutes later or so she
finished up and came down the ladder into the yard. My heart was still racing
from the peepshow I'd enjoyed. As she came down the ladder I caught a faint
whiff of pussy smell, a little musky. I think a little bit of semen leaked out
against my will. This was too much.
"Man is it hot out here", she said.
"You want some iced tea?"
"Sure, yeah, iced tea would be good."
We
walked into her house and she poured us a few tall ones.
"Well, what do
you think, Jakey?"
"I'm glad I could give you a hand. It'll look good
when you get it all fixed up."
"I'm not talking about that", she said as
she took a long gulp of tea. "I meant my body. What do you think of my pussy? Is
it too hairy for you?"
I was so stunned I simply did not know how to
reply. I had never heard a woman I barely know be so direct. The feeling was so
exciting and so raw it was fantastic. So at this point I was thinking it's safe
to say that she wants me to fuck her so I eagerly played along in her explicit
verbal game.
"No, I love hairy pussy. I love to lick it when it's sweaty,
too." I figured what the hell? Either she's going to slap me or she is into
it.
"You like to lick sweaty pussy? You want to show me?" I could see her
lips quiver with excitement as she said that.
"What about Chet?", I
asked.
"Chet? He was just last night's dish, and he won't be back. I
picked him up and the fucker wouldn't go down on me so I kicked him out. I don't
think he'll be talking to me any time soon. Stop talking. Your tongue needs its
energy."
She went into the bedroom taking off her clothes along the way.
She lay down on the bed, spread eagle and gently nudged her lips apart. "Come
on, lick me. I need to come. I missed my nightly session
yesterday."
Nightly session? Whatever. Her pussy was slick and inviting
and I was more than ready to lick her til she screamed. I left my clothes on and
went over to the bed. I got in front of her and slipped my hands under her ass
cheeks. She moaned in delight and licked her lips in anticipation. "Lick me,
lick me, lick me…", she repeated over and over again.
She smelled musky
and tasted of salt. "Uhhhh, yahhhhh!", she yelled when I brushed my nose against
her clit. "Oooh, yeah, you might be a keeper. Yeah, you keep eating me like this
and I'm going to have you over here eating me out every fucking day. Lick me.
Yeah, that's it, aaaaahhhh, yeah, lick, lick, lick. Oooooo that tongue feels so
good, oh, baby you lick me so fucking good. Lick me you fucking pussyeater,
yeah, lick my pussy." She emitted a steady stream of filthy suggestions
including inserting a digit into her rectum. I did lose a little bit of come in
my pants but not enough to reduce my erection. I had a nice healthy supply of
come and she was definitely going to get her portion.
Her pussy was quite
literally dripping, fluid oozing like I had never seen before. I don't know what
was more exciting to me…doing what I was doing or knowing that we had yet to so
much as shake hands. This was like porno movie stuff. We just could tell I guess
that both of us were adventurous and straight up. It's just hard to believe,
looking back on it now, that it actually did happen like it did.
"Oh,
yeah. Get your finger slick and put it up my ass and keep licking me. Don't you
stop licking, oh yeah, lick that pussy little boy. Are you my little errand
licking pussy boy" her words were no longer coherent or sensible, but that was
the least of my focus. I remember having to hold back laughter at some of the
crazy stuff she was saying but it was just so cool that she was so open with her
thoughts. It was incredibly shocking and exciting. I could hardly wait for what
was next.
Yeah, aaaaaa, oh, yeah. Move it in and out, a little faster.
Faster, yeah just a little faster. Perfect! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm going to
rub my clit now and come. Yeah, yeah keep that finger pumping in and out of my
ass, you filthy finger fucker. Aaaa!!!"
And that was it for little Angie.
She came so violently she arched her hips off the bed and almost broke my nose.
I put my finger back into her ass as she started to come down from her orgasm.
"Aaaah, oh, yeah, you licked me so good, I needed that so badly. Oh, yeah, you
aren't afraid of licking a nice sweaty pussy are you? Ooooh, yeah baby it's your
turn."
I thought, "Oh, yeah this pussy is going to feel so good." I slid
out of my shorts and shirt and proudly pumped my cock as I got back onto the
bed.
"Anal or oral, honey, what's it going to be? Nobody fucks my pussy.
Not til I'm in love and I'm not in love with you."
She rattled it off so
fast it was obvious that this was her line. Wow. OK, decision time. "How about
we start with oral and then have anal?"
"Nope. You pick a hole and stick
with it til you come. That's the rule."
"OK, anal then."
"I get a
lot of that", she smirked. "Get the lube and grease up your cock. You're thick
so put lots on. I mean it."
I went over and got the KY having almost come
after this last exchange of words. I did as instructed and returned to the
bed.
"You want to fuck my ass with me facing you on my back, fuck my ass
doggie style, me on top of you sliding down onto your cock, what do you want?
You should feel special…you did such a nice job eating my pussy that I'm
actually giving you a choice of positions!"
"On your back facing me. I
want to fuck your ass with you on your back."
"OK, you'll have to hold my
legs up. Put it against my ass and let me guide it in. I don't want you ramming
it up my ass before I'm ready."
Again, I did as I was asked/told and let
my head rest against her ass. She looked off to the side as she grabbed my shaft
and leaned toward me. "Oooh, it feels good so far. Nice and thick." She looked
me in the face and said, "OK, I'm ready. Push a little. Just a little, let it
get all the way up my ass nice and slow."
I could feel her ass stretching
and she moaned as my balls came to rest on the crack of her ass. It felt
fantastic. This was my first time with anal. I had always wondered how it would
feel, imagining it would feel so tight and different. I was right on both
accounts, tight at the ring of her ass, and more loose as my cock went deeper.
Slowly I worked it into her and all the way back out again. I put the head
against her again and felt it pop back in as she gasped. "Ooohhh, yeah, good ass
fucker, you are. Yeah, fuck me in the ass. Kiss me. I want a kiss while you're
buried in my ass. Let me kiss your face while you fuck my ass. Move your abs
out, I want to rub my clitty. I want to come again while you are in my
ass."
That was it. I leaned over to kiss her, my cock now thickening as I
approached orgasm. I could feel it getting close. "Oh, I am going to come. I am
going to pump so much come into your tight ass. I hope you like getting come
shot up your ass because that's what you're getting! I'm coming! I'm coming!!!!"
, I yelled as I pumped her ass. I could feel spurt after spurt blasting into her
tight hole. A few seconds later she began to come, and I could feel her ass
quivering with delight. Her tits were surprisingly firm and were jiggling
playfully on her chest as she handled my pounding up her ass.
"Yeah,
yeah!! Up my ass, fuck me up the ass!!" she yelled out as she, too,
orgasmed.
We kissed almost violently as I packed her ass with my thick
member, spurting the final seminal blobs, her anus choking my straining mmber. I
kissed her again more passionately before sliding out of her.
We both lay
on the bed for a few minutes before saying a word. The room had a smell of
sweat, come and sex stench that I'll never forget.
"When can we do this
again?" I asked.
"Whenever you want, baby, I'm ready for you. You can
lick pussy better than guys twice your age. You're a natural. Any time you want
to stick that tongue up my furry slot you are welcome to do so. You want to bang
my ass, fuck my face, whatever, as long as you lick my clit and lips my ass is
yours. I owe you a blowjob, too. That tongue job was unreal. A-OK Angie says
you're A-OK."
"A-O, as in anal-oral. There was a guy at the bar last
night that said that to Chet as he walked out with you."
"That was
Fisher. After a few weeks he bored me. It's for the best; he wouldn't fuck my
ass anyway. OK, enough talking. I have work to do outside. I'll see you later.
It's time for you to go."
And just like that I got my stuff and went
home. Once there I wondered for a few hours whether it was some sort of
masturbatory fantasy or if it really had happened. That was by far the most
explicit language I had ever used and I had never heard a woman use such vile
and filthy language. It was incredibly exciting and shocking. I could not wait
to fuck her again. How would I go back to her house? What was I going to do,
walk up to the door and say "Hey you want me to drill your ass?" Apparently that
is all I would have to do.
As I got into the shower, I had all the
reassurance I needed; I could still smell and taste her pussy on my lips and
face. It happened, and with any luck it would definitely happen again.
A-OK Ch. 01
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