Mature Maybel-line

"My mouth!" She said just as breathlessly, suddenly disengaging herself from me, rolling me over as she did, and then just as quickly sitting down on my face, her mouth all but swallowing my cock as I speared her with my tongue simultaneously.

I felt the first spurt of my release as it began filling her mouth. As it did, she began climaxing too, surprising me when she did as I'd not expected or anticipated that she too was as close as she was. As she came, I tasted the sweetness of her own honeyed nectar that oozed from her split like whipping cream. She didn't exactly squirt ejaculate like some women could and did, but her climax was definitely different than any woman I had known or been with. I wanted to wash my face in her spending, smear it all over, which I basically did. Mabel continued to suck me dry, even long after we were both spent, we lay there on the wet ground, only then beginning to feel the dampness.

"Well, what a mess we are!" She laughed looking down at herself. We were covered in mud, almost from head to foot, and began brushing one another off with clumps of wet grass, until we had gotten most of it. Making our way back to her car, we put on as little as we could get away with for the drive back. Mabel put her blouse back on, along with her tiny little thong, and nothing else. I did likewise, putting on my shirt and my shorts, and then we finally got back on the road heading home.

I'd like to say we got home, ended up showering together, and then made mad passionate love the rest of the night. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. I was surprised that shortly after we had reentered the road, how quickly Mabel's mood seemed to change. Even sitting there half naked, which had already begun to arouse me all over again, she seemed subdued, withdrawn.

Confused, worried and concerned she was having seconds thoughts about what had just happened between us, I finally asked her about the sudden change, and if she was in fact upset that it had happened, and that we'd ended up fucking the way that we did.

"It's not that Steven, I enjoyed it very much...you know that I did. I needed it in fact, perhaps more than you realize. But it's me...there are things about me you don't know, perhaps wouldn't understand. And the fact we enjoyed what we did, is what now worries and concerns me. If I were to tell you things...I fear you would find them disgusting, and no longer wish to have anything to do with me."

I tried very hard to get her to open up to me after that, but she simply refused, finally telling me that now was not the time or the place to get into it, if in fact...we ever did. She told me she needed time to think about it more, and then if she found courage enough to tell me, she would. But she also said, that until then, it wasn't fair for us to continue doing what we'd just started either. With tears in her eyes, she bolted from the car the moment we pulled into her driveway, and entered the house closing the door behind her without saying another word.

As I stood in the shower finally washing away the rest of the caked on mud that still clung to me, I tried desperately to imagine what horrible acts, or deviant desires she might have. Those thoughts eluded me, try as I might. I considered almost everything, many of which even I found despicable, deplorable, but in doing so...still could not see her doing those types of things either. I was at a loss for words, or further ideas. I could only hope that she would eventually come around and decide to take me into her confidence, share with me the secrets that she obviously found too wickedly horrible to share with me then.

I didn't see her at all the following day. She seemed to have gone into seclusion, though to be honest, I didn't go over and knock either hoping to see her. What I had hoped, and waited for, was that she might come out on some errand, or that she'd go outside in the back of her yard and lay out or something. But I never saw so much as a curtain move inside the house. I also knew she had my number, as I had hers, and thought several times about calling her. I then made up my mind to give her that entire day at least, just in case she was using it to consider speaking to me about whatever horrible thoughts she might actually entertain. I would give her that, but I would at what I considered a reasonable hour first thing in the morning, go over to her place and finally knock on her door.

As it turned out, she came to my door instead.

She was properly dressed for the day, looking as though she was going out on some errand. It was seven fifteen in the morning, and I had barely rolled out of bed myself, just putting on the coffee when I heard her knock at my back door. Surprised, though delighted to see her, I invited her in, the coffee now made as I poured us each a cup, sitting down at the table. Few words even then passing between us. I waited patiently, my gut telling me that she had finally made her decision to talk to me about whatever it was.

"Your parents were right about me," she began, which even then didn't fully register. "Not about me sleeping with the neighbors, or anyone around here. And technically, I never fucked anyone but my husband," she then added.

"What do you mean technically?" I asked curious, but my gut told me that there was a lot more to this, and perhaps that some of it, I just might actually find repulsive or disgusting, and the thought of that made me ill. I had just had one of the best experiences of my entire life with her, and I felt that was about to be taken from me.

"Did you ever think it odd I was married to a man who was so much older than myself?" She now asked.

"No...not really, why?"

She paused, reconsidering her approach having seen my reaction, which was still more confused than anything as I tried to calmly sit there and wait for her to explain where she was going with this.

"Jack was the only man I ever had intercourse with, but he wasn't the only man I had pleasures with."

"Ok," I said trying to absorb this, but even that hadn't shocked or surprised me, though I continued to wait for the other shoe to drop, which it soon did.

"I married Jack when I was just eighteen, I was fascinated with him, his virility, the way he made me feel like a woman, innocent as I was. At first, it was just us...Jack pleasured me in ways I never even knew existed, and because of that, I trusted him implicitly. Once I did...and once he knew that, he began introducing other men into our sex-life, men at first I was hesitant to include, but he convinced me how much he enjoyed it, enjoyed seeing me pleasured, how much it pleasured him to see me pleasuring other men. But always...always...with the promise no other man except for himself would ever be allowed to fuck me."

I now had a pretty good inkling where she was headed with this, visions of her involved in some sort of an orgy, with several other men present perhaps now filled my mind. Even then, I wasn't as appalled by having heard this as I might have been.

"It's not your fault, he forced you into doing that!" I told her, thinking she would hear in my words that I didn't hold her accountable, nor would I look at her any differently because of it.

"He didn't force me. I did so willingly. At first of course, it was because I thought it pleased him, which it did. But then...after a while, I did it because I wanted to, because I wanted to feel the thrill of doing what I did with other men, friends, even coworkers, and then after a while...men we'd simply pick up in a bar, where we'd then get a room, invite them up..."

"Them?"

Now I could see the fearful look in her eye as she looked at me, my reaction, wondering if she should even continue, or call it quits there.

"Go on," I urged her, smiling, trying to let her see somehow that though surprised yes, I wasn't even now trying to judge her.

"Yes...them," she began again. "We'd find four, five maybe even six guys in an evening. We'd tell them all to come to our room at a certain time, none of them would usually know about the others, until of course after they began showing up. It was rare that any of them would ever leave once they had, only a very few ever did. But we generally were pretty good about our selections, finding men who we felt would enjoy the limitations we placed on them if they were to stay."

"So what happened, I mean...not so much about what actually happened, but obviously something changed between the two of you. What I seem to remember, or recall, is that you and Jack never were very close as a couple as I remember it, growing up next door."

"No...by then we weren't, not really. Like I said, in the beginning, it was all Jack's idea, and I went along with it...because of him, for him. But then...after a while...I went because I wanted to, I began enjoying it...no longer doing it for him, but doing it for me!"

"And that's when he wanted to stop."

She nodded her head at my guess. "Yes, he decided he'd had enough...seen enough, but I told him I hadn't. I told him he'd be the only man I'd ever fuck, ever have sex with in that way. But I also told him, if he made me stop, I'd never fuck him again, and that I'd then start fucking everyone else except for him. I even told him he could divorce me if he wanted, let me go...but that I wasn't going to stop doing what I was doing, what I now so very much enjoyed. So you see Steven, he loved me, he never divorced me, though I gave him plenty of reason to do so. And I never betrayed that one promise, that one act, not with any man. Until I met you."

I sat back in my chair, still trying to digest all of this. "Well, that really doesn't count now does it? I mean, I am sorry your husband died, I really am. But it wasn't your intent to keep that vow to him now was it? Even after his death?"

"That vow? No. Not that one, otherwise you and I wouldn't have...no matter what. But you see Steven, what I'm trying to tell you is this. I have no intention of not doing what I've always enjoyed doing...with other men. That's why you needed to know, before we went any further than we already have. I won't lie to you about who I am, what I like, and what I enjoy doing. So if that sickens you, disgusts you...which it probably does, better you know it now before I make things any worse than they probably are now."

Admittedly, now having heard this, heard it in her own words, I couldn't help but wonder if she was right. I couldn't even imagine it really, though I sat there actually trying to. She stood, preparing to leave.

"Maybe I should go. I've already said more than I probably should have, but now you need some time alone to think about what I've just told you. I don't blame you in the least if you now look at me differently than you have, than you once did, even as a boy. You now know my secret, my past...but you also know now who it is that I really am."

"No, please...don't go, sit down. I want to hear all of it. Yes, I'll admit, I am a bit shocked, surprised. But just like you said, and asked me, I'm now asking you. Tell me all of it so that I can think about it and decide for myself. But I want to know the whole story, what it is you do, and why...why you enjoy it, before I make up my own mind about any of this."

To my surprise, Mabel sat down. "Well, ok...but once I begin, you'll hear it all, every nasty little tid-bit. But...know this much too, even with all those men, I always practiced safe-sex. And of course, Jack was always there to see to it that they all understood what was expected, and what wasn't. We never had any problems with anyone attempting to force me to do anything they already knew I wouldn't do. And as long as they were good with that, so was I. I never gave anyone a blowjob without them wearing a condom, not once. Not all of them liked that, but if they wanted that and not just a hand-job, then they had to abide by that agreement as well. But the thing was...whether I sucked them, or just jerked them off...for me, it was the sensation, the feeling of a man's cum spurting against me.

They could cum on me wherever they wanted to, but just on me...never in me. Never in my pussy, or in my ass, or in my mouth. But, wherever else they wanted to they could. And I loved it. I loved feeling it, seeing it, watching all those different sized and shape of cocks squirting. Some more than others, but again, that too was part of the fascination for me. I love seeing a man spurt, always have. And the more cocks I see doing it, the better. That's where I derive my enjoyment Steven, that's what gets me off. I just love watching a man's hard stiff cock squirting. I love jacking a man off, just to see that, and have very often approached men with no other purpose in mind than that. I've walked up to total strangers, men I've learned to judge carefully, cautiously. Ninety-nine percent of the time, they let me. Whether it's a quick jerk off in the bushes at the park, on the bus, in the back of a storage room at a store, or even a dressing room. That's what I do, what I enjoy doing and seeing. Maybe none of that makes any sense to you, it probably doesn't. But that's who I am, what I like, and what I have every intention of continuing to do."

She was right about one thing, she'd given me a great deal to think about. And I was admittedly torn, my emotions at the moment jumbled and confused, I didn't know what to think, still trying to imagine it all. But the other thing that surprised even me...was the fact that I was very aroused having heard all this.

Once again Mabel stood, as did I. By the look on her face she had said everything there was to say, preparing to leave. When I stood however, there was no denying the obvious. My robe was tented out, my hard stiff cock pressing against the fold, obscenely so. She looked down, her face clearly surprised upon seeing that, now looking up towards me, confusion clearly evident.

"You're...you're hard?"

I looked down at myself, smiling. "Yeah, I guess I am." I then looked back up at her, more of a serious expression on my face. "Not going to lie to you either. You have given me a lot to think about, and I will...I promise you that. But until I do that, until I decide if what you told me bothers me or not, at the moment...I'm not going to decide one way or the other. Right now, all I want to do...is cum for you, if...you'd like me to do that."

"Really? You would?"

Just seeing the excitement in her eyes confirmed everything. I knew then I would either have to accept her for the person she really was, or chalk up the whole thing to experience and go on. But at the moment, that decision would have to wait. I hated to admit it, but I was definitely aroused, and in much need of release.

"Yes, I would. The only question I have at the moment, is do you want me to do it? Or do you? And that doesn't mean I'm come to any decisions either, all it does mean is that I will think about it. But until then...well hell, I'll just say it. I'm fucking horny!"

"Me too!" Mabel giggled, and then began removing her clothes.

Within moments, we were both naked, standing there in my kitchen facing one another. I saw how aroused she'd become by the way she stood there just shaking as she reached out, her hand grasping my hard stiff cock. Similarly, I reached down, my own hand cupping her mound, my finger toying with her slit. She was soaked, more so than she'd been with me there in the rain. She was literally dripping wet, almost as though she had already climaxed, and I have wondered for a moment, if she hadn't.

"It won't take long...not this time."

"Good. I don't want long...this time," she told me, though there was hope in her eyes that it wouldn't be the last time either.

That I couldn't give her yet. But I could give her now, and did.

"I'm going to cum," I announced almost as quickly, already the surge of my unexpected, unanticipated release was beginning to work its way up my shaft. Mabel knelt down before me, holding my cock against the side of her face. I spurted. I watched the first streamer of my spunk land against her cheek and then tangle in her hair. She switched sides at once, resting my prick against her other cheek as I spurted again, mimicking almost identically to that side of her face what I'd done to the first. She then pulled my prick down to her neck, squirting her there, to her breasts, each one taking the next liberal dose of my cream as she continued to pump it out of my prick, laughing deliriously now as I did so.

Finally spent, I pulled her back up to me, kissing her. Our tongues fought wildly for a moment. And then she placed her hand on my somewhat flaccid prick again.

"How long?" She asked.

"Long enough to finger you, so I can watch you cum," I told her. "And then you can do it again, wherever, and however you'd like."

"Where's your bedroom?" She asked. "I've never been in it you know..."

"I know," I told her. And then I took her there.

Unlike the day, and night before, we spent the entire rest of the day and that evening together. She was almost insatiable, which perhaps should have been another reminder to me, she was untamable as well, had that been my intent. I was amazed at her voracity to make me cum, as often as she could. She purely and simply enjoyed watching it, watching me spurt, until I had nothing left to give her.

By the time we were finished, she was covered in spunk, literally from head to toe. The last had been no more than a few squeezed out droplets. But even this, she'd insisted on my rubbing them between her toes as I came. Milking out the last of what remained, which wasn't much, though we had by now each of us lost track of the number of orgasms we had given one another. I had made her cum twice just from eating her, and then just before pulling out to have her milk me against her toes, from fucking her. Only the second time now that we had.

I was drained, exhausted, and now of a more reasonable mind. As though sensing this, sensing that even if this had been our one and only time together, it had all been worth it. Even if after this we never came together again.

She didn't even bother dressing. Just slipping out the back door, crossing the yard naked towards her own. My cream running off her in little rivulets as she did so.

It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen as she disappeared back inside her house.

I slept soundly until early the next morning, waking still undecided about it all. Yet aroused once again. My cock hard, stiff and straight even before I could remove the sleep from my eyes as I opened them, my hand already grasping my prick in remembrance of the day before. I rolled over looking at the clock, it was a quarter to eight. Even before I climbed out of bed so I could try and pee, I picked up the phone dialing her number. She answered without saying hello.

"You're up?" She asked

"You might could say that," I chuckled. "In a moment, I'm going to go into the bathroom and try to pee. After that, I'm going to start jerking myself off."

All I heard was the dial tone as I made my way into the bathroom. Peeing would have to wait.

I was actually standing there looking down into the water, masturbating myself when she came up from behind me, again naked.

"Here, let me do that."

I closed my eyes groaning at the sudden pleasurable touch of her hand on my cock. "You want to go back to the bedroom?"

"No. I want to watch you spurt into the water. I want to see how much cum you produce first thing in the morning, especially after yesterday. I want to see it float on the surface, and then watch it spiral down after we flush it away," she said lustfully.

Admittedly, that was a bit kinky, but it had likewise aroused me, weirdly so perhaps. But I stood there, now staring down at the water, watching her hand as she stood behind me, slowly working, pumping my prick expectantly.

"Always tell me," she then said. "Even when I know you are...tell me anyway, I like hearing it."

It didn't take very long after that. It felt too fucking good.

"I'm going to squirt, I'm going to spurt...I'm going to shoot my fucking load!" I told her. I didn't know what to say, what she'd prefer hearing, so I said it all. But she seemed to love hearing it, every bit of it, coaxing me to continue.

"Yes! Yes! Squirt for me Steven, shoot your creamy spunk! Let me see it hit the water! Tell me! Tell me! Tell...me!"

"I'm fucking cumming!" I screamed out, looking down just as she was, watching rope after rope of my sperm splashing into the toilet, her hand wild now upon me, pumping my prick furiously in an attempt to drain me of every last possible drop.

She licked her fingers clean stepping off to the side around me. I stepped back as she sat down on the toilet taking my place. I answered the unasked question.

"You're going to need to give me a while, especially after last night, and now this morning."

"We're in no hurry here," she told me. "So enjoy yourself...just as I did." And with that, I stood there watching her fingering herself, already I could see the beginnings of her own white creamy substance beginning to appear in the folds of her pussy lips.

It wouldn't take nearly as long as I'd first thought.

I stood there watching her finger herself. Watched as her own creamy substance poured from her pussy, oozing out of her cunt, dripping into the bowl. I could hear the decadent sounds she made as she teased herself, purposely fucking her cunt in such a way that I could hear the sound of her juices as she pleasured herself.

I was hard again.

I reached down easily lifting her off the seat, as I did, she slid easily down onto my shaft, locking her legs around my waist.

"Don't..."

"I know...I won't," I assured her, and then thrust into her deeply, pinning her back against the wall as I began fucking her wildly and as fast as I possibly could. She cried out then in pure orgasmic bliss seconds later, pounding into her again and again, until she came again, crying out, clenching herself to me.

"I'm gonna..."

"CUM!" She screamed out, and then held me so tightly to her that I had no other choice. And I began filling her pussy with my sperm.

We went downstairs for coffee after that, once again sitting at the kitchen table. For a moment neither one of us spoke, still lost in thought.

"So? Where are we...anywhere?" She asked.

"Everywhere, and nowhere," I told her honestly, as I still hadn't really come to any decisions yet. "But I have decided one thing," I began as she looked on worriedly. "Before I finally do decide how I feel about all this...about everything, I now know, I need to see it for myself. I need to see you with other men, I need to know how I'd feel about that, good or bad. So until I do that, I don't think I can honestly tell you one way or the other."

She thought about that only for a moment before replying. "Yes, perhaps you should. Maybe that is the only way you'll truly know for sure one way or the other. When?"

"As soon as we can, I think," I told her, now not at all sure I had the courage enough to actually go through with it, but I could now see she was committed to it herself.

"Tonight then. I know where and what to do. Just be ready. She now stood her mind made up, though now so was mine. "I'll call you in a couple of hours with all the details, just leave everything up to me." And with that, she was out the door again. I sighed heavily, knowing that after tonight...one way or the other, I would know if we had any sort of a future together. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen. There was no stopping it now. There was no point in it anyway, I needed to know. Had to know. And before the evening was over with, I would know.
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