Matt was having a good day. Scratch that, Matt was having the best day of his life.
He was in the elevator, going down. His mind on his recent conquest. The conquest of a hot MILF named Sally Jackson. He was sure he had seen her somewhere before, but his excitement had made him like an ADHD kid. He wasn't able to think clearly, everytime he tried to think of something, images and sensations of their encounter flooded his head.
Was it a coincidence?
Was it luck?
Was it fate?
He didn't know. At this time, he didn't care what it was. The only thing that mattered right now was that he had done what every teenage boy fantasized about, banged a hot MILF.
He had come to this building, looking for a place to rent. Most people would wonder why a high-school boy like him needed a place of his own? The reason for the search could be traced back to two weeks ago. Mrs. Matthews, the miserable bitch had reported his continued absence and lack of assignment submissions to the asshole principal, Mr. Brody. Brody being a cocksucker, informed Matt's father straightaway.
His father had been furious that night when Matt got home drunk. Apparently he had to cancel an important meeting to meet with his principal. In his anger, his father had turned Matt's room upside-down, looking for his stash of weed and booze.
At the end of the day, most of his weed and booze was gone. He was grounded, and his allowance suspended.
It took Matt two weeks to complete his assignments, his father made sure that he did them himself, and not paid some geek to do it for him.
After two miserable weeks, it was suggested to him that he should rent a place to stash his stuff, party, sleep around and other such stuff. Matt could afford it easily without his parents being any wiser. Dan, the gossip monger had suggested a few places, after taking his fee of course. Atleast the places were ok and affordable, atleast for him.
One particular building had been given a special mention. He had been told that the landlord only cared for the rent. The empty apartment was on the top floor, with no other house being on the said floor. That was due to the presence of elevator room and a utility closet. In short, it was perfect for Matt.
He had talked with the landlord over the phone. The landlord had told him that the building doorman would show him the property.
When he went to the building, the doorman just gave him the key and told Matt to help himself.
After Matt had seen and approved the property, he started going back. He had just locked the door when he heard a scream of sorts. He waited, and heard the sound again, this time he followed it.
And rest was history!
Dan had told him that he would like the place. Oh yeah! He liked it alright. In fact he loved it. "Dan sure deserves a party of his life!", Matt thought with a grin on his face.
Matt would be lying if he told someone he wasn't experienced in sex. Infact he had lots of experience in the field. From girls his own age, to older women.
The older women were hookers ofcourse. Actually quite a few of the girls were paid for their services as well.
His encounter with Sally however was nothing like that. Sure he had forced himself on her. He knew what he did was wrong. He may not have a strong moral compass but he knew the difference between right and wrong. What surprised him was his total absence of guilt, or any sort of fear for that matter. Maybe it was because by the time it ended, she had clearly enjoyed herself. She had even begged him to fuck her.
His cock twitched as he recalled her begging. What aroused him most was she had actually meant it when she was asking for it, there wasn't a shred of doubt regarding it. All the whores he had fucked faked it. Whores who could make him believe that they wanted him were a rare breed.
The high class whores, although worth the money had their flaws as well. The older a pricey whore was, the more they had gone under the knife. Implants had their appeal, but after playing with them for a while, the novelty wore off. Vaginal rejuvenation, he didn't mind much. Those women had been fucked so much that it was like putting a spoon in a big bowl, lots of room to maneuver.
Sally Jackson was nothing like that. She had perfect natural breasts for her age. She must have been in her late thirties, he was sure that her breasts could give many younger women run for their money. Her pussy was tight, something that surprised him quite a bit. "Poor woman probably hadn't had the taste of a fat big cock before him, or maybe she hadn't had sex in quite a while. What a waste of pussy", he thought.
Sex with Sally made him feel alive like never before. He could easily admit that it was the best sex of his life. Even better than Rebecca Lynn, he had popped her cherry and he was the only one she slept with the first dozen times. Her tight pussy and perky teen tits had been a joy. Too bad she moved to San Francisco, something about new-found family and sense of belonging, whatever that meant.
He tried to recreate the magic he had with Rebecca, no whore came close. It always seemed like doing a chore with them. A fun chore, but a chore none the less. All of it felt like a business transaction, well it actually was business after all. Him paying them for their services. He sighed.
His session with Sally had his blood pumping with renewed vigour. Nothing on her body was fake, all natural. The best part, she wasn't acting, she actually wanted to be drilled by him. He smiled, life was good.
All that aside, he had been trying to figure out where he had seen her before. He evaluated what he knew about her. Her name was Sally Jackson, probably in late thirties, a blue eyed brunette…Wait a minute, JACKSON! How could he forget that name. He had been in hell due to a boy with that name. Percy Jackson! The boy he used to bully! The boy who had somehow framed him for the fire at that wretched school! Only his daddy's money had saved him from juvie. His dad had made him suffer through his own version of hell. It had been a terrible year!
He now remembered a woman bringing strange blue cookies on 'Invite your Parents' day. He now knew that the woman he had just fucked was 'The Sally Jackson', mother of his sworn enemy. Karma is a bitch Percy Jackson, and your mother will be my bitch soon enough. Oh, he was going to make that asshole pay, or rather his mother was going to pay with her ass.
He turned his phone on, scrolled through the pictures. Not the best blackmail material, but this would have to do. Anyway, Sally wouldn't know how good the pictures are. He could bluff, no he would bluff. He had been given a golden opportunity, he wasn't going to waste it. He thanked whatever gods were out there.
Maliciousness could be seen in his eyes as he imagined using dear Sally for his purposes and corrupting her beyond recognition.
Sally Jackson thought she was going to have a heart attack. Only a few moments ago, the teenager had left. She couldn't deny it, aside from her initial resistance, she had behaved like a perfect bitch in heat. The stranger had come from behind, used her and then left. The worst part, she actually enjoyed it.
Before she could indulge herself in more inner musings, the door unlocked and..
"Honey I am home", came her fiance's voice.
Did she mention about the heart attack. Her arm had just gotten free, thank the gods for small mercies. She quickly zipped her jeans, the feel of the hot sticky liquid became more prominent. Just as quickly she gathered her other garments. She had the presence of mind, which had deserted her earlier in the day, to use her torn t shirt to wipe the juices on the floor. She then ran to the bathroom, she ran as if all the hellhounds in Hades were after her.
She quickly turned the shower on, took her jeans off and threw it with all the other clothes under the stream of water. Her intention was to remove any evidence of her debauchery.
"I am in the shower dear, it was hot today", the steadiness of her voice surprised even her. She hoped Paul wouldn't go into the kitchen, she didn't want him smelling the stench of sex if there was any.
She quickly wiped the semen off her butt and pussy. Then went to work on the clothes. She then heard Paul entering the bedroom, without even thinking, she threw her clothes behind a bucket to hide them.
Suddenly, Paul entered the bathroom, only in his briefs.
"I thought it was best to join you", his soft voice, and expression was full of love for her.
It broke her heart even more.
She realised what he wanted. Her cunt was sore due the pounding she had been given barely fifteen minutes ago. She avoided looking at his face, afraid that he might see the guilt in her eyes.
Paul waited for her reply. He came forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her back was towards him. He pulled her into his arms.
"Here goes nothing", she readied herself.
"No… Not today… I'm tired." she told him. He didn't listen. His hands began to explore her hot wet body.
Even though she had no courage to stop him. "Percy could be home any moment", she tried to dissuade him.
All the while letting him play with her body.
"You naughty woman, what about the other day, I clearly recall Percy being in the house, and that didn't stop you from getting what you wanted."
She sighed, knowing that he wouldn't stop now. Of all days, he had to be horny today!
After sometime he removed his briefs.
She felt his hardness between her legs. His cock tip nudged at her opening which was a bit sore due to the earlier fuck. She wanted him to stop, but she was plagued with the irrational fear that he would come to know about her infidelity.
Paul tried to push his cock into her pussy. The tip forced against her swollen inner lips. She moaned, and he took it as a sign of her acceptance, and pushed harder. It didn't go inside. Ironically, her cunt was dry. Failing to insert his cock, he withdrew it and replaced it with his finger. His index finger entered her aching pussy, and he began finger fucking her. She just stood there while his digit moved in and out of her cunt. His efforts began to pay off moments later. She felt the sensation of her pussy lubricating. Only then she realized why her pussy was stinging so much. When Matt fucked her, she was afraid and wasn't ready for sex. Her vagina was completely dry when he had rammed his cock in mercilessly, making it feel like a virgin pussy.
She began to relish his slow finger fucking. Soon, her cunt was dripping wet. Paul withdrew his finger, and again planted the tip of his cock at the dripping entrance. He pushed lightly. His cock moved easily into her slick pussy. He inched forward, slowly inserted the entire length of his cock deep inside of her.
He began making love to her with a slow rhythm. She enjoyed his deep rhythmic fucking. Her mind drifted to the stranger.
Without thinking, she started comparing the two men who had been in her love hole. Paul was a delicate lover, gentle and caring. Having sex with him always gave her an impression of being handled with utmost care. He never rushed, rarely tried to force it, and always made love in slow and deliberate manner.
Her morning experience with the teenager Matt was exactly the opposite. He was like an animal, wild and savage. He had fucked her so hard that her cunt still ached. He didn't bother to work her pussy for lubrication. She had felt disgusted when he begun fucking her but by the time he finished, her cunt, although hurting from his animal onslaught, was begging for more. She had rarely been fucked like that before.
As she recalled the morning fuck, her pussy began to ooze aplenty. She moaned. He groaned happily hearing her pleasure filled moans while his cock filled into her pussy. He was panting with the effort.
She felt ashamed for thinking about a stranger while her fiance was making love to her. She shrugged out of the reverie and began responding back at his strokes. He increased his pumping. He was fast approaching his climax.
He quickly withdrew his cock from her pussy and started pumping it. Finally, he grunted loudly, and erupted. His cock spurted love juice again and again. What amazed her was, that Paul had unloaded almost in the same pattern as Matt.
Breathing heavily, he slumped on one of her shoulders. After sometime, they cleaned themselves and dried with a towel.
As she wore her clothes, she contemplated the events of the day. Inside a period of thirty minutes, she had been fucked by two men. Two different cocks had been in her tight cunt, their seeds deposited on her firm ass. She had been forced and loved on the same day. Two people… so different from each other… one a gentle lover… the other a wild animal. She should hate the animal for what he did to her. But, did she… really? Today, something had changed inside her. Her body longed to relive that pleasure again, to feel that animal energy penetrating her body, the brutal thrusting hell-bent on ruining her pussy. She squirmed at the thought, squeezing her thighs, trying to stop the sudden flow of wetness leaking from her cunt. When she had worn everything, she was soaking wet between the legs.