Seduction Lessons

Literotic asexstories – Seduction Lessons by mangrove jack,mangrove jack
Tom adjusted his pack as he set out on his first camping and fishing trip since his eighteenth birthday. As a birthday present His parents had given him a new three man tent to replace his old pup tent. His plan was to stay overnight and try it out.

He had driven to the closest point to the island that could only be reached by boat or across a narrow gravel causeway too small and too soft to allow cars to cross. The island was only a few miles out of town but surprisingly little used by townsfolk.

An hour later when he had set up his camp secured his tent and moved down to a grassy bank to fish, He was surprised to see another person further along the bank. He was disappointed that he did not have the spot to himself but quickly became immersed in his fishing moving backwards and forwards along the bank as he used various flies to temp the rainbow and brown trout that populated this fast running stream.

Playing a nice rainbow he followed it along the bank as it fought his light fly rod. Finally after a battle he landed a four pounder and sank to his knees to unhook, kill and gut it. He was concentrating so hard that he failed to hear the other angler approach.

He jumped when he hear a woman’s voice and turned quickly to find an old woman struggling with a walking stick in the soft slope. “That’s a fine catch young man” she said with a smile.

“Thank you it’s a nice one, it put up a good fight,” he replied as he studied her closely.

Holy hell she’s ancient, She looks at least eighty he thought to himself. Without thinking he asked “what are you doing out here all alone?”

She smiled at his question, “I can tell by the look on your face you think I’m too old and frail to be here.”

“My daughters think I’m mad, but I love fishing. My husband and I used to fish here before he died. I have been coming here on my own since then.”

They talked fishing as he prepared an open fire, first boiling the Billy and heating his pan for the fish. He worked methodically filling a thermos flask with coffee and pouring hot water into an old fashioned hot water bottle. “The smell of an open fire and the sizzle of cooking fish is one of life’s great joys,” she told him as they sipped their coffee.

“There’s plenty of fish why don’t you join me?” he asked. She hesitated before replying, “I’ve been watching that storm build up I think I should leave before it hits. I have to cross that slippery causeway and I’m very slow.”

“Don’t worry I’ll help you back to your van,” Tom told her as he sat her down on a log and handed her a plate. “It’s not every day that I have a lady for company on my fishing trips.” She laughed “I thought a young man like you would always have a lady.”

As they ate she introduced herself “I’m Olive I’m eighty six.” I have seven children, two boys and five girls. I live alone; the girls keep an eye on me, but I rarely see the boys. I fish when ever I’m not involved in the local women’s club.”

“What’s the women’s club?” he asked. “It’s a club, just like you men have, but it’s exclusively for women. I chair the morning coffee club which provides companionship and support for elderly and not so elderly lonely women.”

They were both enjoying the conversation when a crack of thunder followed by a savage burst of lightning drew their attention to the fast approaching storm.

“I’m sorry” Tom shouted through the wind, “I was enjoying your company so much that I have left it too late.”

“We will never get you across the causeway before it hits.” Tom cried as he gathered his gear together and stacked it in the tent.

She did not protest when he insisted on helping her up and led her to the tent. “Get inside out of the wind before the rain gets too heavy,” he urged. Tom ran down and gathered her fishing gear just as the rain storm hit. Olive was tense and worried when he returned to check the tents pegs and ropes before he pushed in and zipped down the tents flap.

“You’re wet through,” she exclaimed. “Get those wet clothes off before you catch your death of cold.”

“I’ve only got a shirt and a pair of jocks that’s dry” he moaned, trying to stop her as she stripped down his jocks.

“Stop being silly” she said slapping his arms away and ignoring his protests, “I’ve seem enough men in my lifetime not to let a flapping doodle worry me.” Tom couldn’t help laughing at Olive’s description of his cock as “a flapping doodle.”

“That’s better!” Olive whispered as she dried him down and poured coffee from the hot flask.

The tent shivered as gusts of wind and rain drowned out their conversation. Olive on her hands and knees opened his single sleeping bag so they could huddle together with part of the bag between them and the tents sewn in floor, and the rest over their back and shoulders. “Cuddle up,” she cried as she pulled him in and held him close.

Her body warmed him quickly and apart from the cold of the tent floor they were snug and dry as the storm raged outside. He was surprised when within minutes Olive went to sleep and started to snore. He lay awake holding her in his arms whilst she slept through the worst of the storm.

Tom woke early; his regular morning piss horn woke him as it pushed hard against Olive’s stomach. Thanking god that she was sleeping soundly, he gently untangling his arms and legs from hers and left the tent.

Outside the tent, the storm had petered out during the night, to be replaced by fog and mist. Tom used his pack of fire starters to start a fire and boiled the Billy. The wet wood slowly caught and created some heat along with a lot of smoke. Smoke fog and mist shrouded the camp.

He was drying his clothes when he heard a feeble cry for help. In the tent he found Olive doubled up with cramp, moaning and groaning as she tried to get up. The cold had made parts of her body and legs stiff and hard to move.

Tom pulled her blouse open and used the refreshed hot water bottle to warm her body while he massaged her stomach and legs. He worked gently until the warmth of his massage eased the cramps and he was able to wrap her in the sleeping bag and carry her out to stand in front of the fire. Wiping her face with a warm cloth he held her in his arms whilst he held his hot coffee mug to her lips.

They were still standing holding each other when a police boat roared up to the bank and a young redheaded woman ran up the slope crying “mum, oh mum thank god.”

“We though you had drowned when you didn’t come home,” she said through her tears as the police spoke to Tom. “We saw your smoke and headed straight here” they explained as they bought a stretcher from the boat and carried a protesting Olive away.

By the time Tom returned to town Olive had told her story to the local newspaper, whose story made Tom something of a local hero? After a week of public attention Tom was packing his gear to go fishing when the door bell rang. Opening the door he was surprised to see Olive and her red headed daughter. “May I come in,” Olive asked “I want to talk to you.”

Turning to Tom “I’m sorry I should have introduced you before, this is Allie, she’s my youngest married daughter and my right hand girl.”

“Stop it mum,” Allie said as she kissed him full on the lips and hugged him hard against her firm breasts. “Thank you for looking after mum, don’t let her bully you, she is a control freak.” Turning to her daughter Olive whispered, “Off you go, Tom can bring me home.”

As Allie left, Olive took his arm “let’s get down to the reason I’m here.”

“I’ve been thinking about you all week. You’re a good looking young man with no vices; it beats me why you spend so much time fishing on your own.”

“You don’t have a girl friend, most young men of your age spend most of their time thinking of sex, but you fish alone, what’s wrong?”

“You’re not gay are you?” she asked.

Tom blushed, he could feel his face getting red, and he was embarrassed. “Of course I’m not gay, I just can’t get a girl, I stutter and stammer and don’t know what to say.”

“Well young man I’m going to change that. By the time I’ve finished with you, you will put Rudolph Valentino and Clark Gable to shame.” When Tom did not respond, she said “I guess you’ve never heard of them, they were old time movie stars who were reputed to be great lovers.”

Tom started to protest, but could not get a word in as Olive continued. “There is nothing wrong with you.”

“Allie told me the girls thought you were a young spunk.”

“The women at the coffee club who saw your photo in the paper and on TV, tease me about my night alone with a young stud.”

“I remember noting in the tent that you were more than adequately supplied in the male appendage area. So stop worrying, pick me up tomorrow morning and take me out to the island for the day, we can talk while we fish.”

The next day on the island they sat on a log together as Olive took control. “I’ve asked Allie to teach you to dance, she knows all the Latin American dances and she can waltz. Her sisters and my granddaughters will make sure you know those terrible jiggly things you youngsters call dancing.”

“In fact my five daughters and the oldest of their kids have all promised to help with Project Tom.”

“Bloody hell” Tom exploded. “You should have asked me before you made a fool of me by asking those strangers to help me.”

“Their not strangers their family,” Olive responded. “They all know that I would not have survived that storm if you hadn’t cared for me and protected me.”

“They all want to meet you. I told Allie you’re a virgin. And that you need her help.” Tom erupted, “bloody hell” he yelled, “what did you tell her that for, I didn’t say that, you’ve bloody embarrassed me. I’ll never be able to look her in the eye again.”

Olive took no notice, “Stop carrying on, Are you a virgin? Have you had sex with a girl?” She asked. Tom was flabbergasted and bushed, “oh shit” he moaned. “No I haven’t but it should be my secret not bandied around everywhere.”

“I haven’t told everyone just Allie. She promised to help me turn you into a lover. If I was younger I’d do it myself, you look like fun to me,” she said with a grin.

“Now settle down we have some planning to do.”

“I think we need to find you a mature woman to seduce. Allie will help me teach you the right moves, but first we must pick your target.”

“Target?” Tom asked. “Yes target, if you are to be a good lover you must be able to persuade a woman that she should trust you to love her properly.”

“We must pick a woman who needs love and affection, its better if she is living in a neglected marriage. She will know what she is missing, young girls your age will not.” When Tom did not respond she went on. “I have three women for you to consider.”

Tom had sat quiet again until now, “Jesus Christ Olive don’t tell me you have been out asking women to sleep with me, I’ll be a bloody laughing stock around town.”

“Don’t take the lords name in vain,” Olive thundered. “What I have done is looked at women around thirty five or forty in the coffee group at my club. I’ve picked women who from my knowledge are neglected by their husbands. Women who Are unhappy at home. None of them have been approached.”

“Let me tell you who I think may be suitable and then you can have your say.” First there’s Anaika Brown she is a widow her husband was killed in a car accident last year. “I know her” cried Tom “she is that very tall blonde with the big…”he stopped spluttering and blushing.

“Yes that’s her, Olive rescued him from his embarrassment, “she has very large breasts, but they are in proportion to her body she is six foot six, and in the words of Allie`s no good husband built like a brick shithouse.”

Tom was excited, “Mrs Brown is very beautiful.”

“Yes she is,” Olive said thrilled by his interest, “she is very tall, that makes it hard for many stupid men who like to look down on their partner.”

Olive went on quickly “then there’s Mrs Wilson she is shorter, her husband is a drunken slob and treats her like shit, and also Mrs Simpson who has a reputation as a flirt, she would test your skills in talking to women.”

“Do you really think these women will be interested in me” Tom asked his mind awash with visions of each of the three women Olive had named? “They may if you show them some true interest,” Olive replied. There is no such thing as a certainty it will be up to you.”

“What I will do is find out more about them and we will plan their seduction,” she added. Tom was excited but worried, “You keep talking about seduction, but I stutter when I’m with a strange woman. I don’t know how to seduce any one, all this is bullshit it just wont work.”

“It will work but first you have to work,” Olive said with a grin. “Every evening I want you to come over to my house where Allie will join us and bring some other family members. Now remember Allie is my daughter, she has promised to teach you how to excite a woman. A little excitement in her life wouldn’t hurt so when she tells you no monkey business just let things roll and we will see what happens.”

With three and some time four women from her family helping, Olive first taught Tom how to be confident when talking to a woman. Within days he was paying compliments, flirting and joking with out a stutter or a stammer.

They all danced with him, Allie teaching him to dance what Olive called the slow seduction. “All you have to do” she cried “is dance with your girl, like you were her second skin, up close very close and just make sure you don’t ruin the mood by stepping on her toes.”

One of Olive’s daughters Marsha argued that kissing was more important than dancing. “I was always turned on by a good snogging session,” she said as they sat with Tom after a nights dancing.

Five of the seven women in the room all volunteered to teach Tom to kiss. “We should have a session out on the back porch each evening,” young Betty one of Olive’s granddaughter volunteered.

As the days progressed Tom started each evening flirting with a different woman then dancing and finally wrapped in her arms on the back porch cuddling and kissing.

Marsha admitted Tom’s kissing lessons were the only reason she came. “I enjoy dancing with him and I must admit he has become a terrible flirt but I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly an expertly since I was a teenager.”

“That dumb bloody husband of mine has been getting the best nights of his life when I come home from here hot to trot,” she explained to laughter all-round.

Olive said at the end of the first fortnight “well Tom its time you were put to the test. Who will it be?”

“Allie,” he replied. “No” Olive cried, “I will have to keep my eye on you, if some of my son in laws knew what you have been doing with their wives there will be hell to play.”

“I’ll ask again, which of our three targets?”

“Mrs Brown, Mrs Wilson or Mrs Simpson? She asked looking at Allie who came in through the door, not having heard Tom mention her as the one he wanted.”

“Don’t restrict him to one,” Allie said, “let him play the field.”

“Well these three have been warmed up,” Olive said when they all stopped talking. “I have taken the liberty when talking of my adventure to tell each one in private, that Tom had confided to me that of all the ladies in our fair city, he though she was the most beautiful.”

“How did they react” Tom asked excitedly. Everyone gathered around as Olive replied, “Well at first they were flabbergasted now they are interested. Mrs Brown has been asking the most questions. I think with her Scandinavian background she is less worried about your age than Mrs Wilson, who is excited to find a young man interested in her, while Mrs Simpson is ready to start flirting right away.”

“Our Women’s club weekly Friday night cards and dance night tonight will allow me to introduce you into their company. Remember each one of them does not know that they have each been told the same story.”

It was arranged for Allie to pick up Tom and take him to the dance while Marsha helped Ollie at the club. Allie rang Tom’s door bell early, “are you ready?” she asked as he let her in. “I think so he stuttered. Oh shit, I’m stuttering again. I’m nervous, I’ll bugger it up,” he cried. Allie smiled, “No you won’t come here and give me a kiss.” She took him in her arms and kissed him vigorously. “Remember we taught you to be confident,” she groaned.

Her kisses brought an instant erection, which pushed hard against her thigh. She laughed as he tried to pull away “Your cocks not timid or scared and you shouldn’t be either.” She continued “you’re good looking; Olive says you’re well hung, and have been taught what to do, so stop being a bloody wimp and get going.”

Tom was stung by her words. Automatically he moved his hands up to grab her breasts expecting to be rebuffed. Allie surprised him once again, instead of pushing him away as had happened in the past she pushed her chest out to meet him.

“Gently, gently,” she whispered as she opened the top buttons of her dress allowing his hand to fondle her through her bra. “The bra opens in the front,” she whispered.

As her soft breasts swung free, Tom lent down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. When she didn’t object he took as much of her breast in his mouth as possible and sucked. He then pulled his mouth back to allow his teeth to close on her now enlarged nipple. Allie held the back of his head as she moaned out loud, “oh that’s beautiful, beautiful.”

Allie had not planned to let Tom go far, but his stuttering and stammering when she arrived made up her mind to use this opportunity whilst they were alone to build his confidence. Tom’s kisses on and around her breasts and nipples were quickly making up her mind.

She had thought a kiss or two would be sufficient, but now she wanted more and was allowing his hands to roam freely over her body. Her breasts had always been her most sensitive area and tonight was no exception. Her juices started to flow as his mouth and tongue sucked and nibbled her breast.

“Oh Tom!” Allie moaned, “We can’t, we don’t have time, we have to go to the dance, they will be waiting.” Even as she spoke she was changing her mind, “He’s so sweet” she thought, “I want to be his first, I want him to remember me.”

Tom felt Allie relax; she was breathing heavy, moaning and whimpering when he nipped her nipples in his teeth. His cock grew harder and seemed to grow bigger than ever. He felt her ease her legs apart to allow his hand to move up to her mound.

When she opened her legs to help, all his confidence came rushing back. He slipped his other hand down her back, raised her dress and found the thin band of her thong. Transferring his mouth from her nipples to kiss her neck, he eased his tongue back into her warm generous mouth. Then with her breath coming in short gasps, he used both hands to slip her thong down.

Allie`s cunt was sopping wet, her throat was dry, she wanted him in her but her mind still tried to reason. “We shouldn’t do it now,” she whispered. “Wait for later when we have more time. Your first time should not be hurried.” She urged.

Tom heard her protests and was about to stop, when she moved her legs slightly allowing the thong to slip down. His heart skipped a beat when she didn’t try to pull it back up. Instead he felt her kick it aside, leaving his hand between her legs still cupping her now very wet cunt.

They had never taught him what to do now. He remembered Olive saying she had no sacrificial virgins for him to deflower. “If you get them alone, and your kind gentle and loving, then nature will take its course,” she had explained.

Nature did take its course with a little help from Allie. Her brain was ticking over, “if I refuse now he may loose his confidence.”

“No that’s an excuse; I want him to fuck me. I want to be his first,” she thought as she moved her cunt in his hand, pushing it hard against his fingers.

Tom needed no further lessons; he slowly inserted two fingers and started to finger her vigorously. “Gently lover, gently, she whispered as she undid his zip allowing his cock to swing free.

“My god” she moaned “Olive was right you’re big.” She held him tight moving her hand up and down as he started to buck his hips. “Slow down, slow down,” she urged leading him to the sofa.

“I must remove my dress or it will be obvious what we have been doing,” she said as she stroked his cock. Sitting on the sofa she took his prick in her mouth and licked the head before sucking it in to the back of her throat. Tom looked down in amazement as her red head bobbed up and down. “Shit Allie be careful,” he cried,” or I’ll come in your mouth.”

“You can do that tomorrow,” Allie cried, lifting her head to look him in the eye. “I want you to fuck me now and fill my cunt with your first load of love juice.”

“We will make love many times, but I want you to fuck me now before the dance.”

As they drove to the dance Tom relived the last hour with Allie. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, sitting close with his hand between her legs. “I don’t know how to say it, but that was wonderful.”

“I am glad you were my first lover.”

“I close my eyes and I can feel your legs wrapped around me.” He moaned, “I can feel your velvet cunt holding and milking me, your soft warm mouth, your tits, your arse, I can’t get enough of you.”

“Fuck the dance.” He shouted as she smiled and shook her head. “Come on, he pleaded, “Park some where, I want to do it again.”

Allie laughed, “listen sweetie, I want to do it again, but Olive is waiting. “What do you think she will say if I don’t turn up?”

“I’m married remember, I’m twice you age.”

“Think of me love, I want you, you were wonderful, so vigorous, so large, so gentle.”

“You filled me so full I’m still leaking.”

“Now cool down, straighten yourself up while I go to the restroom,” Allie called as she headed for the rear of the hall. “Olive’s on the door she will look after you,” she said as she kissed him on the cheek and propelled him towards the door.

“Tom” Olive cried as he entered the club. “Its about time, I have some ladies I want you to meet.” Tom noticed as they moved through the groups seated at tables that there were far more women than men at the function. Ollie was introducing him as her young hero. He was red in the face from blushing, when they reached a table where she introduced him to “our treasurer for tonight Mrs Violet Simpson.”

Mrs Simpson didn’t just shake hands like the ladies he had already met; she pulled him forward so he could kiss her on the cheek. As he did he could feel the pair of rather large soft breasts he couldn’t help admiring pushed hard against his arm?

It was at this moment Tom realised what Olive and her family had done for him over the past couple of weeks. Mrs Simpson’s kiss and her big boobs would have turned him into a stuttering baby before Olive’s training.

He took her kisses in his stride his hand coming up automatically to hold her so his fingers could reach her breasts. “May I call you Violet?” he whispered as he ran his tongue over his lips tasting her lipstick.

Mrs Simpson had been told by Olive that Tom though her “one sexy lady.” His hands and what she thought was his deliberate licking of his lips showing her his tongue brought a warm response. “Save me a dance, she whispered, I’ll be free later.”

Tom danced with all the female members of Olive’s family who had turned up to what Olive described as his passing out parade. Marsha, held him close, “I’m going to miss our kissing sessions on the back porch,” she moaned as he held her tight and swung her round the floor. Tom who enjoyed cuddling Marsha’s lush body and her earthy kisses moaned in her ear, “I will miss them too.”

“I think you will need more practice,” she said with a giggle. “Oh hell she said you’ve got me giggling like a school girl.”

“Maybe I should slip over tomorrow afternoon and give you a personal refresher course.” As she spoke she moved her leg so it came between his and pushed her body hard against his erection.

Tom who had plans for Allie tomorrow, pulled her close kissing her on the neck and ear groaned, “That’s a date, but ring me on my mobile after school in case something comes up.”

When dancing and cards were suspended for supper, Tom asked Olive to gather her family together. “I want to thank you all for what you have done. I am sure you must have been embarrassed to be asked by Olive to teach a stranger how to love women.”

“I don’t know how you explained to your husbands and boy friends. I really can’t believe that Olive asked her daughters and you all agreed. At night I lay in bed wondering how so many beautiful ladies could agree to let me…….” He started to stammer, “Oh hell you know what you have done.”

“I love you all,” he said as he raised his glass.

Olive responded, “If its speech time, this will be the last.” They’re husbands and boyfriends don’t know. What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

“The girls know you saved my life. I wouldn’t have made it through the storm and the cold night without you.”

“At first they thought I was mad when I asked them to teach a young man about sex but once they started it was fun.”

“I’m proud of them and I’m proud of you.” She waved her arms towards the dance floor, “now go out there, and use that knowledge.”

“There are a lot of women out there that need a kind hearted lover.”

“Make their day.”

The band leader had announced that he was turning down the lights and playing some good old fashioned dances, when Violet Simpson claimed Tom for a dance.

Mrs Simpson was nothing if not direct as they danced her body moved against his erection, when he tried to ease his body away she whispered “leave it there I like it.” Her hands slowly slid down his back until she held him by the cheeks of his arse and pulled him so close she could have counted the wrinkles in his pricks skin.

“Can you use that monster she asked?” Tom was overwhelmed. Mrs Simpson was coming on so strong he didn’t know how to respond. She was making it so obvious that Olive who had been keeping an eye on Tom decided to intervene.

She tapped Tom on the shoulder. “It’s time you danced with me young man she thundered.”

“We mustn’t let Violet monopolise you,” She said as she took him in her arms and started to dance away. Olive dismissed Violet Simpson’s protests with a laugh, pointing to the bar she said “your husbands drunk and he’s been watching you flirt with Tom. I hope he’s not getting jealous.”

“He shouldn’t be, for we all know you love to flirt,” she added.

Olive danced away holding Tom close, “I am sorry Tom, it’s my fault. I have never watched her closely before, she’s not for you.” Let’s dance over to Mrs Brown’s table she’s sitting with Marsha.”

At the table Tom’s stutters reappeared when six foot six Mrs Anaika Brown stood up as they arrived. My god she’s a Viking goddess thought Tom as he felt flustered for the first time.

He was starting to stutter when Olive seeing his predicament intervened. “Don’t just stand there gawking Tom,” she ordered, “dance with Anaika.” Before Tom and Anaika had a chance to object she had propelled them on to the floor.

Tom was wondering what to say when Anaika broke the ice, “my word you really know how to waltz,” she said quietly. When he did not answer she went on, “most young men these days are scared to waltz especially with some one like me who is taller and older than most of them.

“I can’t understand why,” Tom replied looking up into her blue eyes, “You don’t scare me; you stir up a very different feeling.” They danced on for some time before Mrs Brown spoke, “I know I shouldn’t ask but what sort of feeling do I stir up.”

“Shit!” Tom thought, “What do I say now.”

“Do I tell her I want to see her tits?”

Be confident; be kind, be gentle, had been drummed into his head so hard he knew that he couldn’t tell the whole truth. He couldn’t say he wanted to see her six foot six Scandinavian body nude on a bed waiting for him to fuck her. He couldn’t say straight out that he dreamt of having sex with her as did most of his school mates.

“Well?” Mrs Brown asked, “Cat got your tongue?”

Tom pulled her closer; “I’ll tell you the truth.”

“You have been my idol since I first saw you when I started high school. You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and you still are.”

“I have dreamt of you, I have always wanted to meet you. I can’t believe I have you in my arms and we are dancing together.”

“Oh hell I’ve probably stuffed things up now” Tom thought as he stopped short of telling her he wanted to fuck her.

Anaika Brown was overwhelmed; Olive had told her Tom thought she was a very sexy and beautiful woman. His words and the warmth with which he had spoken them had given her the first warm and fuzzy sexual feeling any man had stirred since her husband died.

“What can I say to that,” she thought. Olive had told her at coffee one morning that Tom though her very sexy and very beautiful. She had checked up on him and found that he was a well respected young man, a good sportsman with a good reputation. She had thought of taking a lover, but had never found a man that met her high standards.

“Thank you for those lovely compliments,” she whispered, thinking this young man may be just what I have been looking for. They danced together as they both thought what next. Anaika had not dated since her husband’s death. It was a new experience to feel her nipples harden and her cunt grow moist as Tom’s erection pushed up between their bodies.

Tom with his new found confidence was keen to see more of her. As the dance ended he asked “can we have coffee tomorrow?”

“That would be lovely,” she responded, “but don’t you always go fishing on the weekends.” She watched Tom go red and blush, “yes but I’ll give up fishing for coffee with you.”

Allie called across the room, “Tom do you want a lift home,” Tom thanked Anaika for the dance, explaining that he had came with Olives family and quickly made arrangements to ring her early in the morning.

In the car Olive Allie and Marsha teased Tom. They all laughed as Olive said, “Violet was too much but I think Anaika will be just right.” Allie dropped Marsha and Olive off. As they drove away she turned to Tom, “We only have a few minutes before I have to be home.”

“Just park here,” he groaned reaching across to unbutton her dress and open the front of her bra. “Shit you can’t attack me while I’m driving we’ll have an accident,” Allie cried as she slammed the car to a halt under a large fig tree.

Tom was too busy to worry about accidents. His mouth was devouring her tits. “I can feel them change” he whispered. “It’s my nipples,” Allie moaned, “they get hard and seem to grow when I am ready to fuck.”

“Are you ready to fuck?” He asked, as his finger found her sopping cunt. “You bloody well know I am,” she giggled as she tried to peel of his pants. They struggled together, “Stop it she cried, this is no good, we can’t do it here in the front seat.”

She pushed him back against the door. “I haven’t done this in a car in years,” she groaned as she dropped her head to his lap and ran her tongue around his weeping prick.” This will have to do she moaned,” as she eased her mouth down over his prick.

Within minutes Tom’s hair trigger prick exploded in her mouth. He watched amazed as she devoured his come, licking his prick clean. As she licked and sucked she told him what they were going to do when they had time to make love properly. “I have to get home or they will start wondering where I’ve been,” she whispered as she kissed him letting him taste his juice in her mouth.

Anaika rang Tom early in the morning, “I’m sorry Tom I work as a personal trainer and one of my clients wants me to work with her this weekend. She probably will only want a couple of hours each day, but I can’t be sure.”

“Give me you mobile number and I’ll give you a buzz if I get free.” Anaika added sensing Tom’s disappointment.

Packing his fishing gear Tom rang Olive. “Oh Tom I’m sorry she explained but the men of the family are taking us all to the cricket this afternoon.”

“Allie is here now packing a picnic basket, would you like to come?”

“Not with the husbands,” he thought. “No I’ll go fishing see you Sunday night when I get back.”

Tom had erected his tent and was fixing a blow up mattress he had bought since his trip with Olive when his mobile rang. It was Marsha, “where are you?” she asked. “I’m out at the island” Tom replied, “You’re lucky to get me as I usually don’t bring my phone out here.”

I’m not going to the cricket, I thought I might slip out and join you, are you on your own?”

“Yes the place is deserted.”

“I’ve put the Billy on the fire and will brew some coffee.”

“If you come to the tent I won’t be far away.”

Tom was standing under a weeping willow reliving his episodes with Allie as he tossed flies into the stream when he heard Marsha call. Turning he studied her as she ran down the slope to him. He had never seen her in shorts before. His eyes were drawn to her tits that were bouncing in a red knitted top and her legs that were tanned a deep brown. “My my” he thought “she’s one fit lady.”

“Its lovely out here” she said as she kissed him. “It’s so peaceful so quiet, no wonder mum likes it.”

“Yes it’s great,” he replied. “There are so many areas where you can fish without interruption that I can’t work out why no one comes here.”

“That’s good we won’t want to be disturbed,” she said as she took his head in her hands and pulled it down to kiss him vigorously. Marsha had spent the night in bed thinking of Tom. Teaching him to kiss and make out had not been her idea. In fact her first reaction was to say, “No!”

Olive had talked to her privately, “I don’t want you to sleep with him, even though I think that dunce you married is not worthy of you.”

“Just show him how to make a woman feel wanted, show him how to use his lips, his tongue and hands to warm a woman up,” Olive added.

The kissing sessions with Tom had been fun, every one joining in. She and Tom practiced ways for him to feel more comfortable both talking to and taking a woman in his arms. From time to time one or all the others would come out on the back porch just to see as Olive would explain, “That there’s no hanky panky going on.”

If Tom’s hands got too adventurous she pushed them away. The others cheered him on, laughing and joking as he blushed and protested. They had all agreed it was fun.

Marsha had decided last night as she lay beside her overweight snoring husband that she wanted more fun. She had excused herself from the cricket picnic so she could slip off and meet Tom. Now here in this isolated spot she held him in her arms and kissed him.

Tom was responding to her kisses, his prick pushed up in his shorts, his hands automatically moved to her breasts. He could feel through the knitted material that she wore no bra. He weighed her tits in his hands as her kisses seemed to grow more intense.

My god she has come out here to fuck me he thought as it finally dawned on him that Marsha was no longer giving lessons.

Marsha had driven out to the causeway and walked to the island. Her mind was made up; she was going to get Tom to fuck her. Those evenings fooling around on the back porch had wetted her appetite. She wanted his hard young body and she was going to have it here on the island while her family was at the cricket.

Meeting no resistance Tom’s fingers played with her nipples, before reaching down to lift her top up over her tits so they sagged free. He stepped back holding her in his arms to look at her, “you’re magnificent,” he moaned.

“Do you like my tits?” she asked as he took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a squeeze. He answered with a groan of appreciation.

Marsha stood there as he continued to admire her and whisper how lovely she was. She watched as his hands moved to her shorts loosening the zip, pulling them down. She had not worn a bra or panties and she smiled as she saw him gasp in amazement as he caught his first sight of her cunt.

Tom was stunned; Marsha had worn no underclothes taking him by surprise. He was more surprised at his body’s response to her child bearing hips, her hairy cunt and her tits.

She was what he would describe to her later as the perfect mother, her lush body exuded sex, it was a body that you knew was made to carry babies, a body you just wanted to make pregnant.

He sank to his knees his head inches from her sex. Her aroused cunt had a scent that made his prick hurt. As he knelt staring she held her cunt open for his inspection. Without thinking he leant forward and licked her cunt from bottom to top. Just like licking an ice cream he thought as he tasted her juice.

Marsha moaned as he continued to lick and then finger her cunt. My god she thought as she grabbed him by the ears I’m depraved. I’m standing in the nude out in an open field while an eighteen year old licks my cunt.

“I love it, I love it,” she cried out loud. Then more quietly she whispered to him “I don’t care if any one sees us, I love it, I love the way you make me feel, I want you to fuck me.”

Tom was discovering the joys of tonguing a woman’s cunt when she pulled his head back. “Kiss me and fuck me:” she cried. “I want you in me; I can’t wait come on hurry.”

Tom was in no hurry he had never sucked a woman’s cunt before. To know that he could make her body convulse in little shudders and jumps just by using his tongue was mind blowing.

He wanted to stay there on his knees with her standing in front of him, his mouth devouring her cunt. He knew it could not last, he could feel Marsha shudder as her knees grew weaker. “Oh my god Tom stop it, let me lie down, I can’t stand any longer.” she gasped as she slid to the ground.

Tom stood up to remove his clothes, as he did he studied her closely. “How old are you? He asked “Forty six” she answered shyly. “My god you have a great body for forty six.”

She lay back her legs splayed apart panting from the exertion of his long tonguing of her cunt. Tom’s erection stood out leaking from its end as he went on. “I love your tits. That area around your nipples is so dark yet your nipples are pink, they taste wonderful.”

“I love your flat stomach and your hips, but most of all I love your cunt, he said throwing him self down so his tongue could again attack her clit.”

Marsha lay back as he again brought her to a number of mind blowing shuddering orgasms. Then bucking her body to dislodge him she pushed him over on his back and climbed on top of him.

“It’s my turn,” she cried, as she took his rampant prick in her hand and lowered her body down until he entered her. “Oh Tom” she moaned, oh my, your so hard and so big, you make me feel so full, it’s fantastic.”

Marsha’s words boosted Tom’s ego. He lay back as this magnificent mother slammed her body up and down on his cock, thinking how lucky he was to have met Olive.

He was amazed at the feelings Marsha’s cunt generated as she slowed her body and her cunt muscles held his prick in her velvet vice. He could feel the pressure rising in his prick and knew he would come soon if she continued to manipulate his prick with her cunt.

He was no longer trying to hold back. The build up in his balls and prick quickened as he raised his hand to reach her nipples and tweak them. Marsha’s gasp and her moans of delight were enough to push him over the edge. His sperm gushed into her warm wet cunt, as she shuddered and her body collapsed on his.

Hours passed in an orgy of fucking and sucking. They explored each others body in every way kissing and stroking each other, as they laughed together in a wonderful day of love making.

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