Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 38

I went to the bar to buy a round of drinks. When the order was filled, Maggie pointedly lifted and stared into her empty glass, so I added “…one for the lady, too please”. The barman snorted out loud at that de***********ion of her, but poured the drink, a pint of bitter, and added it to my tab. Maggie thanked me and toasted my health, by draining the top third of the pint in one gulp. I took our round to the table that the lads had claimed.

After about 15-minutes, another fresh pint in hand, Maggie came over to our table and asked to “Join you handsome young men, for a bit.” One of the group nearly choked on his own drink at the double entendre he saw in that request. Without really waiting for an okay, she grabbed a spare chair from an adjacent table and inserted herself in the group next to me, much to the delight and amusement of the others. I was still ‘the chosen one’ it appeared. Glancing around the room, there was a few knowing looks and whispered conversations among the locals. They obviously knew how the game was played, and were ready for a bit of entertainment.

Maggie flirted openly with everyone at the table, but centred her attention on me; accidentally touching my arm, my shoulder, my thigh, to emphasise a point. My team had cottoned to the fact that I had accepted my fate, and started setting me up, with subtle and not so subtle digs and innuendo. Maggie either didn’t notice, or didn’t care, but I was quietly seething at the bastards. They’d pay for that later I decided.

Sunday 10pm closing time came round far too quickly. We drank up and made ready to leave. I thought for a moment I’d won a reprieve, which I would have happily accepted. I was not so invested in shagging Maggie-Mai, that I would have forced the issue. But she made her move. She was, she said, a little bit tipsy, and would one of you kind gentlemen please escort her home, to make sure she got there safely. Almost in unison, the group chorused “Titus will.”; Twats!

With all the normal obscenities, meant to protect me from ‘getting lost’ in her body (Tie a rope around your waist, strap a plank to your feet, write your name and address on the soles of your feet so they know where to sent the pieces, etc.) they left me to my fate and buggered off. With her leaning against me, for support in case she tripped, she said, we set off for her gaff, with her directing me. It took about 20-minutes to reach her place. Again, not sure how things were going to pan out, or even if she was all mouth and bluster, I started to bid her goodnight. It was then she ‘remembered’, “That coffee is still on offer, if you fancy it now.”

This was it then. Crunch time. The point of no return. Yes or no? I’d convinced myself earlier I could go through with this, but was again having doubts. I tossed a coin in my head, and it came down ‘yes’. I accepted the offer of ‘coffee’ and she opened the front door to her terraced two up, two down to let us in, directly into her front room.

Whatever I’d been expecting, it wasn’t what I saw. Unlike Maggie’s, shall we say neglect, of her personal appearance, her home was remarkably clean and tidy. The décor was good and the furnishings looked relatively new. I had to admit, the prospect of finding myself in a bit of a ‘hovel’ was one of the ‘cons’ on my pros and cons list of deciding to be here. The biggest pro, despite my earlier denials, was that I was dying to try out ‘elder sex’, at least once in my life.

Maggie offered me a seat, directing me to the smallish, two seater settee, placed in front of the open fire. The fire had burned low in her absence, so she poked some life back in to it and threw on a shovelful of coal to keep it going. She disappeared upstairs briefly, I assumed to the bathroom, before returning and actually brewing us coffee; had I got this all wrong?

No, I hadn’t. Maggie came and sat close to me on the settee and within minutes her tongue was once again halfway down my throat. This time I accepted the kiss, which wasn’t half bad, and tabling my coffee mug, I reached out and touched her for the first time, just placing my hands on her shoulders as we kissed.

Wasting no time on prelims, she reached down and unfastened my trousers and reached into my pants to extract my flaccid cock. She started to stroke me. Despite my lingering doubts that I could go through with this, her touch slowly began to harden me up. Like it or not, I was fully committed now, so may as well get the most out of the encounter. Maggie was still dressed as she had been that lunchtime, in blouse and skirt, presumably with underwear beneath. Well, she definitely wore a bra, it had been clearly visible most of the evening, along with most of her tits, through her partly open shirt.

As she continued to bring me fully erect, I moved my hands down from her shoulders and ran them down her chest, until my palms were firmly cupping her massive breasts, over her top. They were soft and pliable to the touch, any firmness that may have been there in the past was long since gone. Feeling my touch, Maggie thrust her tits forward, encouraging me to pay more attention to them. To facilitate that, I needed to rid her of the clothing that covered them.

Removing my hands temporarily, I undid the buttons of her blouse, slipping her free arm from its sleeve. Without missing a stroke, she changed hands on my cock, to allow the second arm to be removed from its sleeve too, leaving her in just her bra. There seemed no sense in pausing. There had been no hint of objection to my undressing her, so I went straight on and, reaching behind her back, no mean feat, I unclasped and removed that bra; which to be fair, must have been a masterpiece of engineering to provide the degree of support it did to her huge tits, now revealed in all their glory.

Those tits were, without doubt monumental. The biggest I’d ever seen. The only thing that had come anywhere close before had been Nurse Sluty, my boot camp dalliance. But even they were tiny by comparison. They were milky white and tipped with very large dark areoles and nipples. True, they showed their age and were marred by stretch marks, were pendulous and sagged down almost to her flabby belly, but she was obviously proud of them regardless.

Releasing my cock, she placed a hand beneath each breast and lifted them high. Then to my delight, she bought her nipples, in turn, to her own mouth, licking, biting and sucking them in, her self-induced pleasure apparent on her face. Having shown me what she liked, she lowered those tits slightly, offering them to me, to take over their stimulation. I was happy to oblige. When I started to mouth her teats, she adjusted her hold, so her tits were held aloft with one arm beneath them, whilst the hand of the other went to the back of my head, holding me firmly in place, as if I was about to make a run for it; I was way past that though by now.

After several minutes of suckling, drawing a string of moans and obscenities from her, Maggie pulled away from me and, after I’d removed my shoes, she pulled off my trousers and underwear. My cock had sagged a little away from her hand, but she soon corrected that. Once I was fully hard again, Maggie knelt before me, spread my knees wide and, without check, engulfed my cock in her hot mouth. It was now my turn for the obscenities.

Thirty odd years of blow job experience showed through. She used her lips to fully retract my foreskin, before using her tongue and teeth to lick and nibble my entire shaft and glans, making me yelp with painful ecstasy. When I could stand the teasing no longer I, quite forcefully it has to be said, pushed her head down, making her take more of me in. She took most of my length, in the nearest I ever came to ‘deep throat’ fellatio. As she worked me in and out of her mouth, I could not help but grasp her by the back of the head and thrust back at her, essentially fucking her mouth, making her gag occasionally. (Unconsciously, I seemed to be willing to take liberties with this woman, that I had never considered previously with younger partners. I confess that troubled me a little bit when I considered it later. Much later.)