Mature It Started With Tennis

I got my first child-size tennis racket at the age of 6. I came from a not-so-well-to-do family, but the precious son was their priority. Near our apartment was a tennis court, and on multiple occasions, after school, I used to go there, sit down and watch adults playing the game. I was fascinated by the athleticism of some of the players and later, in my room, attempted to imitate their movements.

As I mentioned, when I turned 6, my birthday gift was a racket and 3 tennis balls. I was the happiest boy in the world. Initially I used it in my room, but after breaking a light bulb and my room window, my mother put the kibosh on home tennis. My father bought a used adult racket and played with me after hours whenever the court was empty.

As expected, in the beginning I sucked. Not that my father was a great player, but compared to me, he was Novak Djokovic. Despite my shortcomings, I continued playing. I've read about the game and watched videos of top players, and slowly my game improved. Growing up and becoming stronger had something to do with it too.

By age 9, I beat my father for the first time. I was elated. Later that day, I found out he was ill while playing with me, but it was obvious I was on the right track. When I turned 11, my father registered me for USTA Florida tennis for juniors on the condition that my school scores would not suffer. By the age of 13, I became one of the best players and participated in state tournaments.

My growth spurt started around 14. I was in my second year in high school, and already the best tennis player in school. Guys who initially mocked me for preferring tennis over football or baseball, began looking for my company and asked to get tickets to tennis events. The taller and more muscular I became, the girls took notice as well, and made eyes at me.

During high school, I went out with a couple of girls, but never really had intimacy with them. In retrospect, it's difficult to explain except to say that I used girls around me as decoration and for bragging rights more than I craved true relationships. I concentrated on my studies and tennis.

I finished high school at 18.5 year old, 6'3", 182 pounds. My parents wished for me to continue into college and have a decent profession, but my heart was into tennis. I was already one of the top players in Florida and wanted to join the professional tour.

The beginning was very promising: In my second year, I won several games against the top hundred, and was ranked as high as 73 in the world. I even got a few offers from advertisers to represent them in commercials. I guess it wasn't just because of my tennis skills, but my looks as well. As a son of a Latino descent, my skin was dark brown. I was tall, kept my hair long, and according to friends, my face was 'extremely handsome'. I didn't need to hear it from them; in all the recent games I played, a large crowd of screaming fans, mostly young women, appeared and cheered for me.

I started going out with a promising young tennis player, and had my first sexual intercourse with her. She was pretty, good player, and liked sex. At my age, I didn't want more from a girl. However, about a year into our relationship, our tournament schedules diverged, and we met less frequently than before. While the sex was better than ever, her habit of staying too long on social media and talking on her phone became too annoying, and I dumped her.

After her, I had multiple casual sex partners, but not a real girlfriend for a few years.

At 25 years old, I reached my peak world ranking at 48. Nobody was prouder than my parents. The future was secure and offers for commercials were numerous. It all changed in a split second of absent minded.

I played on the tour in Miami against a much inferior opponent. I led 6:2 in the first set and 5:3 in the second. I needed a single game to win the match. Then my rival hit a curveball that hit just to my right. It was too easy to hit back using my good forehand, so I elected instead to energize the crowd by spreading my legs, letting the ball pass in between, and hitting it from behind. In theory it sounded great. But my leg slipped, and I broke my kneecap on the hard surface. To cut the story short, after surgery, rehabilitation, and several attempts to return to shape, I gave up. It was clear I lost it. So 2 months later, I applied and got a job as a tennis instructor in one of the academies in Miami.

Because of my name recognition in the area, I requested and got $40 an hour from customers. Slowly my reputation as a patient, polite, and good instructor got around, and more people were seeking my services.

One afternoon, after a long teaching session, 2 women approached me. The older one, a middle aged lady, said, "Sir, we've heard about your good reputation, and we watched you work with a couple of adults. We'd like to hire you to work with us."

I gazed at them, but the sun was in my eyes, and I could not see details. I blurted, "Thank you for the compliment, but I am fairly busy these days. If you wish, I can recommend another instructor who is very good at his job."

"Sir, with all due respect, we want YOU. I am willing to pay you extra and prefer you give us lessons in our private court."

"Lady, teaching privately the 2 of you will be expensive, and in my opinion, not worth it, compared to a much cheaper price by doing it here."

The older woman chuckled, "Money will not be an issue. Name your price and the times you can spare for us, and we'll have a deal."

I was tired and not in the mood, so without thinking, I said, "For private lessons outside these courts here, I charge $100 an hour. Care to rethink your offer?"

"$100 an hour it is! Can you dedicate AT LEAST one hour a week to each one of us?"

"Sorry to insist, but how do I know you can afford the steep charge?"

The older lady pulled out her wallet and showed me her ID. The name was Dora Thompson. I still didn't understand and stared at her, clueless.

"I am Anthony Caleb Thompson's wife. He is the second richest man in Florida, and a billionaire. You can google his name and find out for yourself. Both my daughter, Alma, and I would like you to teach us the game."

"OK. Tell you what. Let's start with a single lesson a week and continue based on your progress and your motivation. Would you rather have the lessons in the afternoon or morning?"

"My daughter is a college student, so the afternoon will be better. I'd rather have mine in the morning."

"Any particular day?"

"Your schedule is busy, so you decide, and we'll try to accommodate your wishes."

"Ma'am, give me both your phone numbers. I'll check my schedule and text you my preferences."

"Thank you and good day."

Later in the evening, I checked the calendar and starting the following week, arranged for Dora on Tuesday morning at 9 am and for Alma on Thursday at 4:30 pm. Ten minutes after texting them the dates and times, both were approved.

Tuesday morning, I arrived at the address I got from Dora. It was a huge fenced mansion. I rang the gate bell, and when I said it was Julio, the gate opened, and I drove about 500 feet to the entrance. Dora opened the door for me. It was the first time I could get a good look at her. She was around 40 years old, average height, about 135 pounds, shoulder length, wavy, dirty blonde hair, cute face, blue eyes, and a voluptuous figure. She wore a short white skirt and a performance tank, which accentuated her busty chest.

My first impression was that the lady was attractive, but if she was interested in getting into shape, tennis wouldn't be the best choice. Huge rack makes the body less mobile, and hitting the ball, especially backhand, would be tough. Starting at her age would make it even harder...

But before opening my mouth about my thoughts, I remembered 3 important things: Serena Williams was a great tennis player despite her big boobs, Dora never mentioned she wanted to do it for competitions, and the generous money I was promised.

I smiled at her and asked, "Before we start, shall I call you Mrs. Thompson?"

She had a pleasant laugh, "Please, don't. I prefer that you call me Dora, and I'll call you Julio. Would you like to drink something before we start?"

"I had breakfast at home."

"Let me show you our tennis court." She led me to the backyard, and there I saw a good court, a nice swimming pool, a 4 man jacuzzi, and a gazebo. The grass was neatly trimmed, and several fruit trees were spread around. A small flower garden with tulips, daffodils, and roses was in the shady area.

I brought with me a few rackets of different sizes and a basket with tennis balls.

"Dora, have you EVER tried using a tennis racket?"

"Only once. We were in Club Med in France, and I was urged to give it a try. Well, after about an hour or so, I was able to hit the ball with the racket..."

"That's good. Would you like to try an adult racket or a junior one?"

"Let's start with adult size. If I see it's too hard, I'll move to a junior one."

There was a large wall in one end of the court. I demonstrated how to hit the ball at the wall, and once it returned, I hit it again. I wanted to see if she could do it.

Dora held the racket the wrong way. I let her try. She succeeded in hitting the ball twice before it flew over the wall. She smiled embarrassingly. I said, "Not bad for a beginner, but I have some suggestions. First, the way you stand is too stiff and prevents you from moving around. Second, your grasp of the racket is inadequate. Let me show you what I mean."

I stood against the wall with my legs and back slightly bent. I started hitting the ball using light strokes, noticing from the corner of my eye that Dora was following my instructions. Then she tried again. Her body position was better, but the way she gripped the racket was not. I stood behind her, placed her fingers around the racket handle, and together we hit the ball a couple of times at the wall. Being that close to her, I could smell her. It was a faint odor of an expensive perfume. Then I moved away and let her attempt it one more time without me.

This time, she was more successful and was able to hit the ball 6 times before losing it to the far left.

I smiled at her, "Dora, we just started, and you are already doing much better. If you continue in that pace, in 2 months I'll come here to get lessons from you."

She giggled, "That will be the day. But you are a great tutor and... very strong."

"And you are a good student and... smell fantastic." Dora blushed.

We worked some more against the wall until she could hit it successively 20 times. By that time, 40 minutes had passed. Next, I suggested moving onto the court and trying to hit toward each other across the net. In the first 10 minutes, I ran about 5 miles from one place to another to chase her erratic balls. After that, I told her to take it easy, hit slower, use less force, and aim better. I made sure I sent her slow balls, which were aimed as close as possible at her racket.

I was ready to continue beyond the 1 hour I assigned to her, but Dora stopped and said, "That's enough for today. I have cold lemonade in the fridge. Drink a glass with me before leaving."

We sat in the spacious kitchen, and I marveled at how Dora was able to arrange it so nicely and with good taste without looking overly done. The whole time we drank, she gazed into my eyes, and I felt she inspected me. I left 10 minutes later, reminding her I'd be back next Tuesday.

Thursday afternoon, I returned to their house. Alma opened the door for me. I looked at her and saw a pretty, athletic, young girl, whom I immediately liked. Like her mother, her eyes were deep blue, and her hair was dirty blonde, though it was much longer and loose. Her figure was thinner with a smaller bust. She wore shorts and a T shirt. We went outside and I asked her if she had ever held a tennis racket. She blushed and said she did. Her former boyfriend taught her a little.

In her case, I elected to go straight to court and see what she knew. We stayed on both sides, and I began sending balls in her direction. Her forehands were OK, but her backhands and her approach to the ball needed help.

After testing various situations, I told her I was happy with her basics, but I wanted to work on improving her shots. She grinned, "That will be great, sir."

I laughed, "Sir died years ago. I'd rather call you Alma, and you call me Julio. Deal?"

Her face turned red again, "OK..."

"Let me show you the best way to hit the ball when it arrives on your left. Some women may hit it with one hand, like many guys, but from experience, a two handed approach is better."

"Julio, you decide."

I stood behind her, grabbed both her hands, and showed her the proper body position as well as how to hold the handle. Her breathing accelerated when I was close to her. Was it nervousness? Excitement? Fear?

Then I moved back to the other side of the net and hit the ball lightly. Most of the balls were toward her right side, but some were to her left too. She attempted to return the balls, and some of her balls successfully crossed the net onto my side, but others ended up in Wonderland. Her grasp of the racket was off.

I moved in her direction again, took her racket, and showed her how it's done. She said in a low tone, "I think I get it now."

We began exchanging balls. Again, the way she moved toward the ball and the manner she hit it were all off. I came to her with a smile, "Alma, it is better, but we need to make minor changes. I stood behind her and moved both our hands together. As I was doing it, I sniffed her hair. Her smell was fresh and... tempting. I felt her body trembling before me.

I attempted to calm her and whispered in her ear, "Relax, I am on your side. It's only a game of tennis."

She muttered, "It's tough. I haven't had a handsome guy like you touching me so sensually..."

I glanced at her, "Would you rather I stay on the other side of the net and make only verbal suggestions?"

"No. I know that your method will make me a better player, but I get anxious when you are too close..."

"Alma, I'll never try anything that will jeopardize our professional relationship."

"I know. It's not you. It's me..."

We started hitting the balls one more time. Like before, her forehand strokes were acceptable, but her backhands were not. For some reason, her grip on the racket was not optimal.

I hesitated and then blurted, "Let's leave the backhand for next time. We can work on other aspects of the game. The rest of the lesson, I gently hit the balls to her right, and at certain times in front of her or above her. Like many beginners, forehand shots were easier for her than others. I finished the first lesson and noticed she smiled at me.

Alma said, "Julio, you were very patient with me. Thank you. Next time, let's go to learning backhand one more time."

"As you wish, young lady."

On Tuesday, Dora waited for me on the court. She asked, "How did it go with my daughter?"

"She has basic knowledge, but needs to sharpen her skills."

"Good." She chuckled, "Can you teach me to be a better player than her?"

I smiled, "I am not sure. Is it your goal?"

"Not really. I was just joking."

"If you wish to compare yours and your daughter's progress, you can watch us during Alma's lesson."

"No, I can't. That is exactly the time I have a yoga lesson with the best instructor in town."

"Let's start then."

After a short time of repeating how to hold the racket, we began hitting slow balls across the net. To my surprise, her strokes were not bad. Her forehands were better, but her one-handed back strokes were successful 50% of the time. I grinned at her, "Dora, I am proud of you. You exceed my expectations."

She smiled, and her eyes brightened, "Thank you. After last time, I watched several video clips of games played by professional players, and got some tips."

I lamented, "If your progress continues at the same rate, pretty soon I'll have nothing to offer..."

Dora giggled, "If I were you, I wouldn't worry. In the near future, I plan to keep you around."

Thursday afternoon, I saw Alma for her second lesson. I asked, "Are you still interested working on your backhand?"

"Yes, I do."

I demonstrated once again the proper way to hold the handle. She did it right this time. However, when we started playing together, after the second stroke, her hand grip shifted back to the wrong position.

I said, "One way of trying to overcome this issue is to stand against the wall and use only backhands. Care to try it?"

Her attempts led to the same result. The third ball ended up above the wall somewhere in the large yard.

"Alma, would you like me to be behind you, and we'll hit the balls together until you feel more comfortable doing it by yourself?"

"I think so. I do not see another way."

I attempted to stay as far as possible from her body and only touch her hands with mine, but the longer we continued, and the more we moved, the closer our bodies came, until we moved like one. The good news: Our strokes seemed to have improved significantly. The bad news: Her pulse rate and breathing shot up, and my cock began stiffening in my pants...

I stopped and suggested trying to hit across the net once again. Alma's face was ruby-red, and she agreed. The trial was unsuccessful. I recommended trying it once more next time, but she pleaded with me, "Julio, let's try one more time together against the wall."

I took my place behind her, and we hit backhand balls at the wall. Alma's respiration turned shallow, and her covered ass cheeks ground against my groin. Pretty soon my pecker jolted, and extended once again. I suggested to stop, but she begged me to continue, "I feel that it's the best way to sharpen my backhand."

I mumbled, "Alma, it may help your tennis, but you are too attractive, and my unruly body reacts..."

She giggled, "I felt it, but I like it. If we continue, my tennis strokes will improve, and we both enjoy the action."

"Alma, what are you saying?"

"You are a fabulous tennis tutor as well as a stud. Feeling you desire me did not go unnoticed. For a while now, I have been soaked down there. Am I clear enough, or you need further explanation?"

I disengaged from her, "Dear girl, you are a straight shooter, aren't you?"

"In many areas I may be naïve, but I was raised as a spoiled child and all my life got what I wanted."

"How do you expect me to instruct you in tennis if you feel that way toward me?"

"If I knew that it was only me feeling that way, I'd probably look for another instructor, but knowing that you feel the same way, I suggest we enjoy both worlds."

"But I teach your mother's as well. She won't be happy to find out that her daughter was having more than a professional relationship with her tennis tutor."

"Leave it to me. Now, only half an hour has passed, and I am tired. Let's go to the house. I'll give you a cold drink and take a shower."

"Alma, you'll get me into trouble. Your mother will return from her yoga lesson and find me in the house instead of on the court."

"No, she will not. This afternoon, she and my Dad left for LA for the opening of a new branch. They'll be back tomorrow evening."

As we got into the house, Alma showed me the big fridge with all sorts of cold drinks. Then she pulled me to the living room and opened the bar with dozens of various alcoholic bottles.

She announced, "I am going to shower. Drink whatever you wish. By the way, the shower door will be open, so if you wish to help by soaping my back, you're welcome..." She winked and disappeared into the bathroom.

I sat in the living room, thinking what to do next. Alma's body tested my will. I was definitely ready to enjoy her assets, but was concerned about what would happen should her mother find out. I didn't join her in the shower.

Alma came out covered with a large towel, "You didn't help me do my back, and now this part of me is less clean." She moved her arm to scratch her backside, and her towel slipped on the floor, leaving her... nude! "Oopsy," she laughed, "What should I do now?"

My rod engorged in seconds, pushing the front of my pants and threatening to rip off my zipper.

Alma ogled my groin and grinned, "Teach, I think you need help. My backhand may not be perfect yet, but my hand and, especially my mouth, can do a decent job performing another activity. Are you interested?"

My eyes were hypnotized by her heavenly figure. And I could barely talk, "I dooo..."

"Let's go to my bedroom."

She sat on her bed's edge and said, "Last night I had a dream of seeing you naked, roughing my body. I woke up and masturbated for an hour and came 3 times just thinking about us together. Undress and show me what you've got there."

I removed my clothes and remained naked, standing before her. Her eyes glistened, and she had a broad smile, "Perfect! Tall, dark skin, muscular, shapely strong legs, and most importantly a thick, long beautiful penis. I'd love to feel it thrust into me. Come take me."

She lay down supine and spread her legs for me.

I mounted her body and ogled her angelic face. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned with anticipation. I aimed the helmet at her moist opening and gingerly advanced into her tight pussy. Her groans became louder. I started drilling her tunnel at a snail's pace as I enjoyed watching her grimaces and her bouncing medium size tits. I cupped them, feeling their firmness and rolled the nipples between 2 fingers. She whimpered and mumbled, "Julio, do it harder..."

I hissed at her, "Say please!"

"P L E A S E, sir, fuck me harder..."

"OK, baby, as you wish."

I plowed her hole furiously and kneaded her breasts, watching her intently. Suddenly her torso tensed, followed by quivering, and she screamed, "That's it! Oh, god... I love it!!!"

At that moment, she looked so beautiful and desirable that I could not resist and while still ramming my cock at a high speed, I kissed her luscious lips. My tongue found hers and together they danced, though I doubted she knew what was going on. Her mind seemed to be somewhere else, and I heard her alternately crying and trying to verbalize half understood sentences, "Ooh my... I aaam dying... Sooo goood!..."

My own arousal was peaking. I bent and blurted, "Alma, you are very sexy. Fucking you is amazing. I am going to drown you with my seed right NOW..." I hardly finished the sentence, and my prick erupted like a volcano deep in her crevices as her spasming vagina muscles milking everything I've got.

We rested for 20 minutes, and then I dressed up and told her I needed to leave; there was another client I promised to work with.

She chuckled, "Work WITH or work ON?..."

"Alma, these days I have no sex partner. It's a 58 year old guy who's trying to get into shape."

"When would I see you again?"

"Next Thursday, as planned."

"Don't you wish to see me earlier?"

"Alma, are you talking tennis or sex?"

"Would you like to date me?"

"I'd love to do it, but mixing work with relations is bad for business."

"What if you stopped being my tennis instructor?"

"Honey, I like you and enjoyed our sex immensely, but I suspect your parents won't be happy that I take advantage of my former student."

"Don't worry about them. Leave them to me. As I told you before; they never denied me anything before."

"Let's compromise: I'll see you next Thursday, and then, if you tell me your parents approve of our relationship, I'll be more than happy to date you."

On Friday, Alma texted me, 'I miss you. I masturbated earlier, thinking about your monster impaling me.'

I responded, 'Baby, I thought about you too, but we must be patient.'

On Tuesday, I drove to their house to work with Dora. She smiled, "I heard from my daughter that you guys enjoyed the time we were out. Was this a one time thing, or you wish to continue the relationship?"

"I like your daughter. She is pretty, smart, athletic, and knows what she wants."

"Her experience is quite limited. How was the sex with her?"

I blushed, "For the first time, it was fun."

Dora giggled, "Good. Let's go to the tennis court."

On the court, it was clear she was less athletic than her daughter. My eyes frequently wandered toward her chest; unlike the first time, the bra she wore now allowed more bouncing of her giant tits. We hit balls at each other from both sides of the net, with me attempting to aim only toward her right side. Dora's thin blouse started accumulating sweat, and certain parts turned transparent. Her shots went all over the place, and in my distraction, ogling her jiggling tits, I began missing the balls. My organ stirred in my short pants.

Dora laughed, "Julio, I think you are getting old. Shall we stop, so you can rest?"

I smiled, "I am not fatigued, but my eyes have difficulty focusing on balls."

"Why is that?"

"It's you..."

"I don't get it. What did I do wrong?"

"You didn't DO anything. It's the way you look..."

"I still don't understand."

"You have a big chest, and it constantly sways before my eyes."

"But like before, I wear both a bra and a blouse..."

"It looks different."

Her eyes moved to my groin, and she grinned, "Now I see what you mean. That is a very nice compliment to an old lady."

"Dora, you are not old, and anyway, age has nothing to do with it. Your figure is fantastic, and your bosom is out of this world..."

"Julio, you are too nice. You know what, let's go inside, have a drink, calm down, and start over again."

When we were inside, she pulled iced tea, poured for both of us, and said. I am sweaty. Let me clean a little and I'll be back in a jiffy."

I heard the shower water and remembered her daughter doing the same. My brain started fantasizing about having both mother and daughter... It was preposterous and made me laugh.

Dora came out having on a sheer nightie. I was speechless. She grinned and said, "I decided I was too tired to continue. And then I remembered the young hunk showed interest in my boobs. You were so nice to me on the court that I decided to reward you and let you see what attracted your eyes over there."

I froze in place and didn't know how to behave.

Dora approached me and murmured, "Are they as you expected or less impressive?"

I ogled her twin mounds and stuttered, "They are gorgeous; large, beautiful, and... tempting."

She came closer, "How tempting?"

My cock was at full mast. I licked my dry lips, "Dora, you are playing with fire..."

She whispered, "Really? I like fires..."

Dora moved to within inches of me, and her palm caressed my covered pants. She said, "Julio dear, I think tennis is the last thing on your mind right now. Is there anything else you'd rather do?"

"Yes, but if I say it, you'll slap me."

"I doubt that."

"If it was up to me, I'd take you to bed..."

"Even though I am that much older than you?"

I hugged her, "You are sexy as hell."

She smiled, "Prove it."

I lifted her and carried her to the nearest bedroom. It was Alma's, but I didn't care. I helped her remove the nightie and... began drooling. She said, "Honey, let's go to my room, it is more comfortable."

She guided me to a larger, lighted room that seemed like it was taken from a Disney movie: A canopy bed with pink and white colored bedding, a light blue ceiling, and multiple shiny stars.

She sat on the bed's edge and said, "Julio, you wanted to have sex with me in Alma's room, but I felt uncomfortable doing it on HER bed. Would you help me undress?"

I removed her nightie and explored her guitar shaped body. It was delicious! Her humongous tits were marvelous: round, standing high on her chest, with large areolas and hard, contracted dark-pink nipples. I was mesmerized.

She giggled, "Honey, is your idea just to ogle my tits or have sex with me? I think you better take off your clothes too." I undressed and stood before her. Her eyes trailed my body up and down, and she muttered, "I see why my daughter found you attractive: Great body, hard dick, and ready to use it. How do you feel about fucking both mother and daughter?"

"I love it. You two have very different bodies, yet both bodies are fantastic and extremely sexy."

"Well, honey, what's your wish?"

"My preference is a doggy style, but I'll agree to anything YOU choose."

Dora grinned, "I love the bitch style. I haven't done it in years."

Next, she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on all four. I stood before her and gently touched her glorious udders. My erect tool was barely an inch from her face, and she licked it. It jerked. She directed it into her mouth, kissed it lightly, and then parted her full lips and engulfed the spongy head. Seconds later, my member began disappearing into her oral cavity. I watched it, amazed at her ability to take so much into her small mouth. To my surprise, within a minute, her lips touched the base. She started moving back and forth on it, and my horniness increased fast. I pulled my pecker out of her reluctant lips and moved behind her. I rubbed the tip of my organ on her drenched labia and shoved it inside. Her pussy was less tight than her daughter's, but by no means it was too wide. It was just right.

She sighed, "That's what I hoped it would feel like. You fill me so good!..."

I started riding her, intensifying my thrusts every couple of minutes. I leaned on her soft back and cupped her bouncing huge tits. They felt awesome. Her stiff nipples were sensitive, and I heard Dora whisper, "Oh lord, I am so close..."

I accelerated further and tweaked her breasts. Immediately she began shaking wildly under me. I continued pounding her cunt and used my right fingers to tickle her swollen clitoris. She whimpered and mumbled. "I am in heaven, at last..." Next, I wetted my left index finger and gingerly inserted it into her anus. Dora screamed, "OH, MY DEAR GOD!", as her knees buckled, and she landed on the mattress.

I continued my assault on her vulnerable body, enjoying the friction with her pussy walls. At one point, I hissed, "Would you like me to stop?"

She mumbled, "No... Never..."

I drilled her vagina mercilessly for another 15 minutes before ejaculating my slimy spunk in her womb. I was exhausted and lay on my back to catch my breath.

About 10 minutes later, I saw Dora's face above me. She was smiley, "You did an excellent job. Let me clean you somewhat. Her face moved lower, and her mouth closed over my limp penis. She milked it lightly, and then her tongue licked my dick and sack, removing any remaining stain.

When she was finished, she asked, "Tell me the truth, do you prefer huge tits like mine or smaller?"

"Frankly, I am a titman, and yours are the best I've seen so far."

She caressed my organ, which started showing life again. She said, "Tell you what; go home now. I have to meet an important person in half an hour. I'll talk to you next Tuesday. In the meantime, enjoy your time with Alma."

On Thursday, I met Alma at her door. She dragged me inside and kissed me. She said, "I am not in the mood for tennis today. I'd rather we use your hour to roll in the hay."

We undressed quickly, and she blew me. She was less skilled than her mother, but she was highly motivated, and despite my efforts to hold myself, I came down her throat in powerful jets of whitish seed. She smiled at me, "I think I fell for you and wished to please you. Will you be able to get hard again and fuck me?"

"Give me 15 minutes and I'll be ready."

Exactly 15 minutes later, her tiny palm started massaging my cock and her tits rubbed my chest. My prick extended rapidly, showing signs of craving Alma's body. She giggled, "I love to see you get aroused so easily by me. I love your body and plan on having plenty of sex with you in the future. Can I ride you?"

Alma pushed me on my back and mounted me. She gently crouched over my sky pointing cock. She descended on my pole with her eyes shut, and her face displaying utter delight. Once her butt anchored on my pelvis, she started moving up and down as well as back and forth, grinding my prick slowly and seems to enjoy every moment of it. Her C- cup breasts jiggled side to side like a metronome, and my eyes were hypnotized for a couple of minutes. However, gradually, my arousal grew, and I began plowing her body from below, countering her own movements. Alma moaned loudly and extended her torso upward and back. I bent my knees, giving her back a much needed support.

My climax was pending, and I intensified my drilling her tight pussy while incessantly roughing her tits. Next, she convulsed on my body, lost her balance and remained in place with my hands squeezing her twin peaks mercilessly. Her massive orgasm lasted a full 3 minutes, during which I came too, dumping my sperm deep into her cunt.

After I was done, I gradually slowed down. I continued lying down with Alma on top of me, leaning on my raised thighs. She opened her eyes a few minutes later, gazed at me lovingly, and French kissed me. She whispered, "Julio, honey, I hardly know you, and I think I am already in love with you." I kissed her tenderly.

I stared at my watch and dressed up quickly. I left the house, and on the adjacent street, I saw Dora's car nearing the house.

Alma visited my house over the weekend. We went to an Italian restaurant, a movie, and had sex 3 times.

At 9 am on Tuesday, I knocked on Dora's door. She opened it, dressed in a short, sexy dress, and high heels. I asked, "Not interested in playing tennis?"

She laughed, "I am more interested in feeling your strong body manipulate mine, and after that, we'll have a small talk."

I titfucked her first. Her gigantic udders were perfectly suitable for that purpose and she knew exactly how to rub my stiffy between those boobies. After 2 days without sex, I was hungry and was ready after a short time. She felt it when I tensed, bent her neck, enveloped the spongy head with her lips and sucked me hard like a Hoover device. She swallowed my goo and smiled at me, "Happy? Now it's my turn. I want to be thoroughly fucked and brought you my small box of toys to use them as well."

"Dora, what is the limit?"

"As long as no SEVERE pain, everything goes."

"What if I choose to use your virgin hole?"

"If you mean anal, it's not virgin, although it haven't been used this way in decades. No objection, provided you do it cautiously. Your thick member does feel great in my pussy, but it has to be patient and use a lot of lube before invading my back hole. And please, ensure my cunt is full as well."

Hearing Dora coolly describe an unorthodox sexual penetration was enough to raise my flag again. This lady was both sexy and down to earth. Most importantly, she wasn't shy about any sex related issue...

She didn't wait. Her lips latched to my tumescent penis and began sucking it in earnest. I lasted only 2 minutes before pushing her face off me, placing her on her knees and elbows, and moving behind her. I spread her legs and penetrated her pussy from behind. It was nice and wet, making it pleasantly slippery. I began bobbing her vagina while smearing her crack with KJ jelly I found in her 'tool-box'. In the box there were several anal dildoes of varying sizes, a Jack Rabbit, a remote controlled egg, and other toys I didn't have time to explore. I gingerly inserted a thin anal tool into her puckered hole and gently moved it circularly to dilate the hole.

I heard her murmur, "So far, I love what you do... Don't be surprised if I cum more than once."

I didn't bother answering and replaced the anal thing with a thicker tool. I alternated pushing it in when my cock was pulling out and slightly moved it back when I was ramming my organ deep into her pussy. She groaned and whispered, "Julio, I'll climax shortly."

Seconds later, her body shivered, and she started crying. I removed the anal device and gently pushed my member into her widened anal hole. It was tight, but with extreme patience and clitoris massage, my pecker penetrated with a soft plop. I stopped for a moment and placed an operating vibrator into her pussy. Dora jolted forward, stopped by my hand, and began screaming like a slaughtered pig. She was in the throes of a huge orgasm and I knew I was free to do whatever I wanted.

Her tight sphincter created a powerful friction, tantalizing my erection, pushing me onto the verge. I wanted to prolong the act and slowed my movements in her ass, while continuing to change the vibration rhythm in her pussy. Dora was now beyond herself; she was whimpering, crying, screaming, and I was sure she had no clue what was going on. I managed to hold on for 5 additional minutes before filling her bowels with hot sperm.

When I finished, I pulled out and went to the bathroom. I returned and found her lying on her abdomen just as I left her. Dora's eyes were closed, her face flushed, and a smile decorated her face. I let her rest and gently caressed her back.

She started moving 10 minutes later. She rushed to the bathroom and returned half an hour later, wearing a long robe. She smiled at me, "Julio, you did great. Now let's go to the living room and have a talk." I wondered what she wanted to discuss after a terrific sex session.

She put her palm on my thigh and said, "Julio dear, on Thursday, when you meet my daughter, I want you to tell her that you regret what happened between you two. You do not love her, and in fact, you have a girlfriend named Maria and plan to date ONLY Maria from now on. You'll apologize to Alma for taking advantage of her and having sex with her, and tell her you'll quit being her instructor from now on."

I listened in shock and didn't understand why.

She explained, "I observed Alma lately. She seemed to be immersed in love for you, and behaving in a way I've never seen her before. As long as I thought it was a simple fling, it was OK. I believe young people need to experiment before tying the knot. However, my daughter's behavior suggests she feels so much love for you that she might consider engagement, something I will never allow."

"Not that I was ready to consider marriage, but why are you against it?"

"Honey, let's be realistic. You never went to a university, your professional tennis career got cut short because of the damage to your knee, and you'll never be a role model of a successful person. My Alma deserves better. She is pretty, attractive, smart, in college, and about to inherit a fortune. Sorry buddy, but you are not going to ruin her life by marrying her."

Her cold tone of voice, especially after our pleasurable fuck infuriated me, "Alma is 20 years old, and by now she does not need your approval to marry whoever SHE chooses."

Dora laughed, "Theoretically you are right, that's why I prepared in advance. Let me show you." She operated the remote control, and on the large screen TV, I could see a video display of our first sexual encounter, including the part where I say that I preferred Dora's big tits over Alma's.

Dora said, "I have made several copies of our escapades. If you are not going to do what I want, I have no problem showing it to my daughter. You see, my husband is work-bound not just because he loves his job, but because for years he has been impotent. He gave me permission to bed whoever I wanted as long as it remained secret and no STDs. If my daughter sees this tape, she will be devastated and hate you for cheating on her. Even if at the same time she will feel the same about me, I feel good about saving her life. Get it?"

I lowered my head, "I thought you liked me, and it turned out you simply used me and plan to get rid of me."

"Not really. I have another offer. If you never contact Alma again, I'd like to continue seeing you twice a week. Forget about the tennis. I want your prowess. I want to be thoroughly fucked by you two times a week. In return, I'll pay you what I call 'a service fee' of $100,000 a year. I think it's generous of me. While you take care of MY physical needs, I have no issue if you also have a girlfriend on the side, but you better be careful not to contract any disease, because then the deal is off."

"Dora, what you ask me to do is called a male prostitute or a gigolo..."

"Honey, stop being a baby. You liked taking care of my body even BEFORE I made this offer. Just look at this as enjoying sexual bliss with a cougar and having a secure revenue in the process."

"May I think about it?"

"Take your time, but regardless, I expect you to dump Alma on Thursday, or you lose both of us and the yearly $100,000. You can leave now."

I went home with my head spinning. I clearly didn't expect that... My initial reaction was anger. From having limitless sex with a mother and daughter, I was left with a humiliating choice: Leave it all, or be a paid private sex worker. The whole night I tossed and turned.

In the morning, I took a cold shower and calmed down somewhat. I began seeing Dora's reluctance to risk me being her daughter's husband. If Alma was MY daughter, wouldn't I rather have her marry a guy with better prospects?... Her money-for-sex offer was offensive, but as a tennis instructor who made around $60,000 a year, the additional $100,000 was good money...

The more I thought about it, I reached a conclusion.

Thursday afternoon, I arrived at Alma's door. She wore a short robe and attempted to pull me inside. I got in and blurted, "Alma, let's sit in the living room. There is something I have to confess to."

She smiled, "That you've got Chlamydia?..."

"No. The first time you seduced me, I got carried away. I think you are pretty, sexy, and a terrific girl, but... I have a girlfriend I started seeing 2 years ago. I plan to marry her and feel guilty that I cheated on her with you. After what we went through, it will be better if I stop being your instructor as well. If you wish, I can recommend a very good one."

Alma stared at me with her eyes tearing. She rushed to the bathroom and exited 10 minutes later. She blurted, "Get out and don't ever show up again. I hate you."

I wanted to hug her, but I stopped myself. I rushed to the door and drove away, feeling like a jerk. A coward one.

The following day, I dialed Dora's phone. She chuckled, "Alma refused to go to class today because of your cruelty. I comforted her the best I could, telling her I would not use you as my instructor either, and good guys would come her way in due time. She is no longer crying, but misses your body. Well, I miss your body too. What did you think about my offer?"

"When would you like us to meet?..."