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Sherelle & Postman Pat
Sherelle was horny. Not just average horny like she could satisfy herself – but really horny when only a cock will do. She is very particular about cocks though – always has been. She prefers wide rather than long. Some women, especially older ones – who’ve fucked around a lot, like Sherelle, rave on about long cocks – black ones in particular, but Sherelle reckons length is overrated.
‘Thick is what really does it for me!’ she told her friend Nancy on several occasions.
‘I like long and black’ Nancy responded, ‘I once fucked a guy whose cock came nearly all the way to his knees!’ she said proudly.
But impressive as that was, such things made Sherelle wince. Width that fills and stretches the whole cavity of her pussy is what Sherelle craves – especially tonight when she is alone in London. If she were back home in Australia the problem of her excessive horniness tonight could be easily solved. Her small-cocked husband could hook her up some guy with a fat cock on Craigslist or some other fuck site.
Sherelle’s husband loves her and is good at choosing guys for his wife. He knows her well. Not only is she fussy about dicks, she’s fussy about ‘types’ too. People don’t expect middle age women to get horny, but Sherelle gets horny a lot. Over the years, Sherelle’s many slutty friends have chosen the guys they fuck based on appearance – race more specifically. Many have a real thing for black guys – especially Africans; others say it’s the Europeans who really do it for them. But, Sherelle goes for style and personality – good conversation and social skills. Because, Sherelle is a classy women and her husband knows how to pick guys that Sherelle likes to fuck.
But now she’s in London for a few months and tonight is extra horny. But she nervous about contacting someone on a dating site – she’s living alone. Nor does she want to venture too far out of her way – it is winter and although only early – darkness had already set in. She stared out the window and watched the moon rising over the Thames as it lapped the shores by her apartment. Her pussy was tingling – dripping wet. Porn never did do it for Sherelle and masturbation wouldn’t satisfy her insatiable horniness tonight.
There was nothing for it – Sherelle decided, she had to go out cruising. She stepped out onto the balcony. The pubs below by the river were humming as they always did.
‘Get changed and go out!’ Sherelle said to herself, ‘it’s the only thing for it’ she stepped back inside and headed for the bedroom.
What to wear on occasions like this can be a real challenge – you really don’t want to look like a middle aged slut trying to pick up someone in a bar – even though that is exactly what you are doing. Sherelle knows this well and perused her wardrobe carefully.
Best to look casual, of course, like you just strolled into this bar to buy a drink or have a quick bite to eat and you’re not interested in talking to anyone.
‘Focus on your face’ Sherelle told herself as she chose a pair of slim fitting jeans and a fitted shirt that highlight her slimness – a real draw card at her age – most middle aged women are pudgy and thick around the waist. Fortunately Sherelle still looks like a twenty-year old from behind. She’d long been told too, that her face was her best feature – eyes, lips and hair – unusually for a woman her age, she’d kept her hair long and it was glossy black.
After she slipped into her jeans and shirt, Sherelle spent some time fixing her eyes and grooming hair. Perfume too is always a good idea – something which smells of flowers – guys love flowers, but most don’t admit it. She has plenty – her husband keeps her in good supply too. Last are the lips. Sherelle goes to some trouble to make her generous lips look luscious – like red velvet – something you’d kill to have wrapped round your cock. Last she slipped on a leather jacket and stiletto-healed ankle boots and headed out the door.
The safest bet was Doggert’s right next door to her apartment. It was more up market and, usually attracted an older crowd to the young nightclub set that Sherelle quite clearly knew she was far too old for. Not that she had anything against fucking younger guys – she didn’t choose on age either, just like she didn’t on appearance – once again it was a question of style. But Sherelle was also realistic enough to know that most guys that young wouldn’t find a woman in her fifties attractive.
The bar was buzzy. There were lots of people sitting around tables in the front and back bars – but they were mainly couples or groups. Sherelle bought cigarettes and a glass of wine at the bar, and ordered some fish sticks and chips to come to her table and made her way to the beer garden out the back. All guys, whether they admit it or not find smoking women sexy – evocative – partly it’s a throwback to the high-school years, when most of the sluts were smokers too. Sherelle started smoking the same age she started fucking – at 16, so she’s been around long enough to know that. Partly too, it was the overt handling of the cigarette, the sucking and pursing of the lips on the exhale.
Fish sticks were also part of the plan, because you can really get a guy horny with food too. Most women don’t realize that and it’s a lost opportunity. Think about it again; if you sit in front of a guy and devour a long cylindrical shaped piece of food, slowly, and like you absolutely adore it – show it in your eyes and the small sound of pleasure you make as you’re consuming it – once again any guy will want it to be his cock.
She sat down in the beer garden and started smoking and sipping the wine. There were a few guys around – a few looked twice as she walked past too, but Sherelle could tell straight away that they were not what she wanted. One looked too stiff and arrogant; another who smiled at her as if he would have come over if she returned the smile, looked too flushed – possibly obnoxious – she wanted someone she could get rid of easily afterwards and someone she could safely take to her place next door who she could be sure wouldn’t bug her again. She didn’t have to worry about that when she was with her husband but now she had to be careful.
The waiter who bought her basket of seafood sticks and chips was friendly. He spent as much time as he could away from the bar chatting her up – asking her where she came from and how long she was staying. He also, mentioned he finished work at 11pm and invited her to staff drinks afterwards – but that was too long away for Sherelle – it was only 7.30 – she couldn’t wait that long, the horniness was driving her insane. Even so, she laughed, tossed her long hair and touched the waiter on the upper thigh – who knows how the night might develop?
She nibbled at her food and perused the bar. More single guys were coming in but she could tell at a glance that they were not what she wanted. She began to think that maybe she should finish the food quickly and try a different plan like walk along the bars by the river and try and catch someone’s eye. She’s had some success that way, walking along as if she is noticing nothing and a complete stranger has come up and struck up a conversation – usually leading quickly to a fuck. Last time that happened it was with a tour-guide who came up to her out of nowhere when she was wandering around the Louvre. Without even trying she’d spent the night screwing the guy in her Paris hotel – so maybe that approach would work tonight.
She began devouring the seafood sticks. They were delicious and she really was enjoying them.
‘Hullo’ she heard an unmistakable East-End accent to the side of her.
Sherelle turned around, mid-way through her fish stick to see a young man – barely eighteen if she was any judge – which she was. He reminded her of a cartoon character on ABC for k**s that she used to watch with her c***dren – Postman Pat – a nice middle-aged geeky postman with a cockney accent, but he never gets a girlfriend so he hangs out with his cat, Jess. Only this guy was so young.
‘Watcha doin’ all my ya’self?’ he edged forward awkwardly. Sherelle could see he was keen – probably been watching her for a while, but this was definitely not what she expected.
‘Can I join ya’ he was still inching forward fixating on Sherelle’s mouth and the seafood stick she was still sucking. She nodded, quickly swallowed the contents of her mouth and replaced the half eaten stick on her plate.
‘Been sittin’ ‘ere meself a lil’ while too’ he smiled and pulled a packet of cigarettes form his pocket. ‘Smoke?’ he offered.
Sherelle realized instantly that he’s probably been sitting there watching her smoke while she was waiting for her food. She hesitated – if she smoked she would really turn him on and was that what she wanted from a guy who looks barely out of high school and probably lives with his Mum.
‘Maybe in a minute’ she sipped her wine instead.
‘My name’s Pat’ he lit up and offered a hand across the table.
This was almost too much for Sherelle – she was prone to strange experiences but this was really weird.
‘I’ll take a cigarette, now,’ she smiled, because Sherelle is not one to shy away from adventure. ‘My name’s Sherelle’ she plucked a Marlboro from the offered packet and fondled it in her fingers before placing the filter between her lips.
‘Where ya from Sherelle?’
Sherelle saw his face twitching and knew his cock would be rising underneath his tradesman overall – which, fortunately were baggy.
‘Australia’ Sherelle sucked her cigarette and lent backwards – arching her back and allowing her long hair to hang free. ‘I’m just here for a few months – my husband is back in Australia’.
‘So that’s why ya all by yaself then’ he asked.
‘What about you Pat?’ Sherelle sucked harder and leaned in towards him.
‘I’m from over the other side, but jus’ thort I’d come over ‘ere fer a bit of a change.’ He couldn’t take his eyes off Sherelle, ‘I live wiff me ol’ Mum – she thinks I’m at a party, but I jus’ thort I’d come out by meself fer a change’
Sherelle read that immediately as: I came out by myself to see if I could get a fuck!
‘Mmmm….’ Sherelle tossed her long hair backwards and sucked the cigarette seductively, ‘good idea, Pat.’
The colour on Pat’s face was rising. ‘You smell nice, Sherelle’ he ventured, ‘like roses’.
‘Well picked Pat,’ Sherelle flirted, ‘it is rose perfume – my favourite’ she worked her tongue around her glossy lips.
‘I like roses too’ Pat was happy, ‘me Mum, grows lots of roses – red ones are me favourites’ he smiled.
‘Mine too,’ Sherelle butted the cigarette, ‘what else do you like Pat?’ she winked and licked her lips again.
Pat didn’t quite know what to make of the question. ‘Would ya like a drink?’ he stammered.
‘Sure Pat’ Sherelle’s eyes were beaming, ‘but why don’t we go to my place for a drink?’
She smiled and ran her tongue around the rim of her lips.
Pat’s face was glowing. He glanced nervously at his watch.
‘I…I…I’d like to but I tol’ me Mum I be ‘ome soon’ Sherelle saw sweat bubbles forming around his temples and came to his rescue.
‘It’s just next door, Pat’ Sherelle reached over and touched his thigh, ‘I’m in the big block of apartments you can see out the window. We can have a quick drink and you can be home to your Mum in an hour, it’ll be so easy’ she squeezed his hand.
But Pat needed no further convincing. He was already standing up.
Sherelle led the way down the sidewalk. Never mind that she had no alcohol at home – she knew there’d be no drink. ‘So what do you do, Pat?’ she asked.
‘I’m a postman’ he said proudly, ‘just got the job!’
Sherelle suppressed a laugh, ‘How old are you, Pat?’ she asked.
‘I jus’ turned eighteen’ she smiled shyly, ‘that’s why me Mum’s a bit worried ‘bout me bein’ out.’
Pat put his arm around Sherelle and she returned the gesture. They walked this way down the street – the teenaged boy and the attractive 51 year old slut. Pat d****d his hand over Sherelle’s tit and gave it an extended massage, drawing several second-glances from passers-by on the street.
Sherelle knew she wouldn’t have to make conversation for too long. She was right. Pat started groping her the minute they got into the elevator. Sherelle felt his throbbing cock pulsing through his overalls and knew how easy it was to reach into men’s overalls when they’re not expecting it. He was shocked though when Sherelle bent down, and released his shockingly large and fully erect penis. She dropped to her knees and started sucking him off before they reached the second floor.
‘M…M…Maybe we betta wait’ he spluttered. But Sherelle’s head was rocking like a jackhammer, vigorously thrusting onto Pat’s cock – blowing the stunned teenager all the way to the top floor.
When the lift stopped she led him by the penis across the hallway to her apartment.
Sherelle pulled him into the lounge room and drew the curtains. He was already shedding his overalls. Sherelle ripped her top off and Pat’s eyes popped at the sight of her generous tits and a pair of nipples that were as large and erect as any he was ever likely to see. Her boobs were generously enhanced by plastic surgery – a gift from her husband. Pat groped at her nipples and his fat, salami-like cock rose against her wet cunt.
Pat was so horny – he was virtually breathless. Sherelle knew he wouldn’t last long so she had to make the most of it. No more head – he would blow too quickly.
‘Hey Pat,’ Sherelle pulled away from him, ‘have you ever fucked anyone before’
He shook his head and began to flush again.
‘Never mind, Pat. I’ll teach you’ she pulled him towards the lounge by the cock. It was the fattest cock she had seen in months, so she was happy, ‘but first you need to learn how to lick pussy.’
Sherelle laid back on the lounge and spread her legs wide and used her fingers to further separate the luscious lips of her wet cunt. At first Pat looked like he was going to pass out, but Sherelle knew he wouldn’t. Guys always had that reaction when they first saw her tight wet pussy exposed like that.
Pat knelt down between her legs and began to lick. ‘That’s it Pat darling’ Sherelle encouraged the young man. His tongue was hot and soft and Sherelle moved further onto it. Pat loved the taste of her pussy and Sherelle enjoyed the sensation on her clit. She saw Pat’s cock throbbing as he licked and she knew you have to be careful with virgins or they’ll blow their load too early.
When Sherelle was close to cumming she pulled away from Pat. His cock was pulsing when Sherelle grabbed it again and guided it into her wet, warm pussy. Pat’s eyes rolled to the whites as he began to ride Sherelle’s pussy. His thick cock was just what Sherelle needed. She began to moan loudly and to thrust forward as Pat pumped her pussy. Sherelle knew he wouldn’t last long, but he surprised her by pumping hard and fast to bring her to orgasm several times.
Several times Pat stopped, obviously trying to ward off his imminent orgasm. On the final time he stopped he asked ‘Sherelle, can I take you from be’ind?’ ‘Yes Pat, fuck me like a dog, darling – and don’t stop this time, just keep going as hard as you can!’ Pat needed no further encouragement and mounted his older lover and drove his fat cock forcefully into Sherelle’s now-dripping cunt.
Sherelle started screaming loudly ‘fuck me!’ ‘fuck me!’ ‘fuck me!’ ‘oh God, fuck me Pat!’. This was just too much and Pat’s cock exploded as a massive geyser inside her. The ejaculation was so forceful Sherelle could feel the semen hitting her cervix. His cock was still involuntarily jerking and shooting masses of thick white sperm as he pulled it out of her. Sperm almost immediately flooded too from Sherelle’s overfilled cunt and the creampie dripped down her legs as she stood up.
‘Thanks Pat, that was wonderful’ Sherelle beamed. She lit a cigarette.
But Pat was speechless. He tried to stammer something as he gathered up his clothes and began to dress hastily.
Sherelle knew it would be days before he found his voice properly again after his first sexual experience inside a fifty one-year-old professional in a Thames-side apartment. She left him to dress and went and got water from the kitchen.
Pat guzzled it gratefully when she returned with a glass of water. ‘Betta be getting along’ he stammered, ‘to me ol’ Mum’ he planted a quick kiss on her cheek and began to make his way to the door.
‘Take care, Pat’ Sherelle smiled as she saw him out.
‘Fanks, Sherelle” he said in his funny Postman Pat voice.
Sherelle stood on the balcony and watched Pat walk across Black Friars Bridge to the train station. The bells at St Paul’s were tolling. The song on the k**’s show used to say: All the birds are singing and the bells are ringing, Pat thinks he’s a really lucky man.
Sherelle knows that’s exactly how Pat will feel when he wakes up tomorrow too, as the shock subsides. The moon was shining bright on the water. Sherelle felt good. Perhaps she’ll go back to the bar. It’s only half an hour till 11pm now.
Sherelle was horny. Not just average horny like she could satisfy herself – but really horny when only a cock will do. She is very particular about cocks though – always has been. She prefers wide rather than long. Some women, especially older ones – who’ve fucked around a lot, like Sherelle, rave on about long cocks – black ones in particular, but Sherelle reckons length is overrated.
‘Thick is what really does it for me!’ she told her friend Nancy on several occasions.
‘I like long and black’ Nancy responded, ‘I once fucked a guy whose cock came nearly all the way to his knees!’ she said proudly.
But impressive as that was, such things made Sherelle wince. Width that fills and stretches the whole cavity of her pussy is what Sherelle craves – especially tonight when she is alone in London. If she were back home in Australia the problem of her excessive horniness tonight could be easily solved. Her small-cocked husband could hook her up some guy with a fat cock on Craigslist or some other fuck site.
Sherelle’s husband loves her and is good at choosing guys for his wife. He knows her well. Not only is she fussy about dicks, she’s fussy about ‘types’ too. People don’t expect middle age women to get horny, but Sherelle gets horny a lot. Over the years, Sherelle’s many slutty friends have chosen the guys they fuck based on appearance – race more specifically. Many have a real thing for black guys – especially Africans; others say it’s the Europeans who really do it for them. But, Sherelle goes for style and personality – good conversation and social skills. Because, Sherelle is a classy women and her husband knows how to pick guys that Sherelle likes to fuck.
But now she’s in London for a few months and tonight is extra horny. But she nervous about contacting someone on a dating site – she’s living alone. Nor does she want to venture too far out of her way – it is winter and although only early – darkness had already set in. She stared out the window and watched the moon rising over the Thames as it lapped the shores by her apartment. Her pussy was tingling – dripping wet. Porn never did do it for Sherelle and masturbation wouldn’t satisfy her insatiable horniness tonight.
There was nothing for it – Sherelle decided, she had to go out cruising. She stepped out onto the balcony. The pubs below by the river were humming as they always did.
‘Get changed and go out!’ Sherelle said to herself, ‘it’s the only thing for it’ she stepped back inside and headed for the bedroom.
What to wear on occasions like this can be a real challenge – you really don’t want to look like a middle aged slut trying to pick up someone in a bar – even though that is exactly what you are doing. Sherelle knows this well and perused her wardrobe carefully.
Best to look casual, of course, like you just strolled into this bar to buy a drink or have a quick bite to eat and you’re not interested in talking to anyone.
‘Focus on your face’ Sherelle told herself as she chose a pair of slim fitting jeans and a fitted shirt that highlight her slimness – a real draw card at her age – most middle aged women are pudgy and thick around the waist. Fortunately Sherelle still looks like a twenty-year old from behind. She’d long been told too, that her face was her best feature – eyes, lips and hair – unusually for a woman her age, she’d kept her hair long and it was glossy black.
After she slipped into her jeans and shirt, Sherelle spent some time fixing her eyes and grooming hair. Perfume too is always a good idea – something which smells of flowers – guys love flowers, but most don’t admit it. She has plenty – her husband keeps her in good supply too. Last are the lips. Sherelle goes to some trouble to make her generous lips look luscious – like red velvet – something you’d kill to have wrapped round your cock. Last she slipped on a leather jacket and stiletto-healed ankle boots and headed out the door.
The safest bet was Doggert’s right next door to her apartment. It was more up market and, usually attracted an older crowd to the young nightclub set that Sherelle quite clearly knew she was far too old for. Not that she had anything against fucking younger guys – she didn’t choose on age either, just like she didn’t on appearance – once again it was a question of style. But Sherelle was also realistic enough to know that most guys that young wouldn’t find a woman in her fifties attractive.
The bar was buzzy. There were lots of people sitting around tables in the front and back bars – but they were mainly couples or groups. Sherelle bought cigarettes and a glass of wine at the bar, and ordered some fish sticks and chips to come to her table and made her way to the beer garden out the back. All guys, whether they admit it or not find smoking women sexy – evocative – partly it’s a throwback to the high-school years, when most of the sluts were smokers too. Sherelle started smoking the same age she started fucking – at 16, so she’s been around long enough to know that. Partly too, it was the overt handling of the cigarette, the sucking and pursing of the lips on the exhale.
Fish sticks were also part of the plan, because you can really get a guy horny with food too. Most women don’t realize that and it’s a lost opportunity. Think about it again; if you sit in front of a guy and devour a long cylindrical shaped piece of food, slowly, and like you absolutely adore it – show it in your eyes and the small sound of pleasure you make as you’re consuming it – once again any guy will want it to be his cock.
She sat down in the beer garden and started smoking and sipping the wine. There were a few guys around – a few looked twice as she walked past too, but Sherelle could tell straight away that they were not what she wanted. One looked too stiff and arrogant; another who smiled at her as if he would have come over if she returned the smile, looked too flushed – possibly obnoxious – she wanted someone she could get rid of easily afterwards and someone she could safely take to her place next door who she could be sure wouldn’t bug her again. She didn’t have to worry about that when she was with her husband but now she had to be careful.
The waiter who bought her basket of seafood sticks and chips was friendly. He spent as much time as he could away from the bar chatting her up – asking her where she came from and how long she was staying. He also, mentioned he finished work at 11pm and invited her to staff drinks afterwards – but that was too long away for Sherelle – it was only 7.30 – she couldn’t wait that long, the horniness was driving her insane. Even so, she laughed, tossed her long hair and touched the waiter on the upper thigh – who knows how the night might develop?
She nibbled at her food and perused the bar. More single guys were coming in but she could tell at a glance that they were not what she wanted. She began to think that maybe she should finish the food quickly and try a different plan like walk along the bars by the river and try and catch someone’s eye. She’s had some success that way, walking along as if she is noticing nothing and a complete stranger has come up and struck up a conversation – usually leading quickly to a fuck. Last time that happened it was with a tour-guide who came up to her out of nowhere when she was wandering around the Louvre. Without even trying she’d spent the night screwing the guy in her Paris hotel – so maybe that approach would work tonight.
She began devouring the seafood sticks. They were delicious and she really was enjoying them.
‘Hullo’ she heard an unmistakable East-End accent to the side of her.
Sherelle turned around, mid-way through her fish stick to see a young man – barely eighteen if she was any judge – which she was. He reminded her of a cartoon character on ABC for k**s that she used to watch with her c***dren – Postman Pat – a nice middle-aged geeky postman with a cockney accent, but he never gets a girlfriend so he hangs out with his cat, Jess. Only this guy was so young.
‘Watcha doin’ all my ya’self?’ he edged forward awkwardly. Sherelle could see he was keen – probably been watching her for a while, but this was definitely not what she expected.
‘Can I join ya’ he was still inching forward fixating on Sherelle’s mouth and the seafood stick she was still sucking. She nodded, quickly swallowed the contents of her mouth and replaced the half eaten stick on her plate.
‘Been sittin’ ‘ere meself a lil’ while too’ he smiled and pulled a packet of cigarettes form his pocket. ‘Smoke?’ he offered.
Sherelle realized instantly that he’s probably been sitting there watching her smoke while she was waiting for her food. She hesitated – if she smoked she would really turn him on and was that what she wanted from a guy who looks barely out of high school and probably lives with his Mum.
‘Maybe in a minute’ she sipped her wine instead.
‘My name’s Pat’ he lit up and offered a hand across the table.
This was almost too much for Sherelle – she was prone to strange experiences but this was really weird.
‘I’ll take a cigarette, now,’ she smiled, because Sherelle is not one to shy away from adventure. ‘My name’s Sherelle’ she plucked a Marlboro from the offered packet and fondled it in her fingers before placing the filter between her lips.
‘Where ya from Sherelle?’
Sherelle saw his face twitching and knew his cock would be rising underneath his tradesman overall – which, fortunately were baggy.
‘Australia’ Sherelle sucked her cigarette and lent backwards – arching her back and allowing her long hair to hang free. ‘I’m just here for a few months – my husband is back in Australia’.
‘So that’s why ya all by yaself then’ he asked.
‘What about you Pat?’ Sherelle sucked harder and leaned in towards him.
‘I’m from over the other side, but jus’ thort I’d come over ‘ere fer a bit of a change.’ He couldn’t take his eyes off Sherelle, ‘I live wiff me ol’ Mum – she thinks I’m at a party, but I jus’ thort I’d come out by meself fer a change’
Sherelle read that immediately as: I came out by myself to see if I could get a fuck!
‘Mmmm….’ Sherelle tossed her long hair backwards and sucked the cigarette seductively, ‘good idea, Pat.’
The colour on Pat’s face was rising. ‘You smell nice, Sherelle’ he ventured, ‘like roses’.
‘Well picked Pat,’ Sherelle flirted, ‘it is rose perfume – my favourite’ she worked her tongue around her glossy lips.
‘I like roses too’ Pat was happy, ‘me Mum, grows lots of roses – red ones are me favourites’ he smiled.
‘Mine too,’ Sherelle butted the cigarette, ‘what else do you like Pat?’ she winked and licked her lips again.
Pat didn’t quite know what to make of the question. ‘Would ya like a drink?’ he stammered.
‘Sure Pat’ Sherelle’s eyes were beaming, ‘but why don’t we go to my place for a drink?’
She smiled and ran her tongue around the rim of her lips.
Pat’s face was glowing. He glanced nervously at his watch.
‘I…I…I’d like to but I tol’ me Mum I be ‘ome soon’ Sherelle saw sweat bubbles forming around his temples and came to his rescue.
‘It’s just next door, Pat’ Sherelle reached over and touched his thigh, ‘I’m in the big block of apartments you can see out the window. We can have a quick drink and you can be home to your Mum in an hour, it’ll be so easy’ she squeezed his hand.
But Pat needed no further convincing. He was already standing up.
Sherelle led the way down the sidewalk. Never mind that she had no alcohol at home – she knew there’d be no drink. ‘So what do you do, Pat?’ she asked.
‘I’m a postman’ he said proudly, ‘just got the job!’
Sherelle suppressed a laugh, ‘How old are you, Pat?’ she asked.
‘I jus’ turned eighteen’ she smiled shyly, ‘that’s why me Mum’s a bit worried ‘bout me bein’ out.’
Pat put his arm around Sherelle and she returned the gesture. They walked this way down the street – the teenaged boy and the attractive 51 year old slut. Pat d****d his hand over Sherelle’s tit and gave it an extended massage, drawing several second-glances from passers-by on the street.
Sherelle knew she wouldn’t have to make conversation for too long. She was right. Pat started groping her the minute they got into the elevator. Sherelle felt his throbbing cock pulsing through his overalls and knew how easy it was to reach into men’s overalls when they’re not expecting it. He was shocked though when Sherelle bent down, and released his shockingly large and fully erect penis. She dropped to her knees and started sucking him off before they reached the second floor.
‘M…M…Maybe we betta wait’ he spluttered. But Sherelle’s head was rocking like a jackhammer, vigorously thrusting onto Pat’s cock – blowing the stunned teenager all the way to the top floor.
When the lift stopped she led him by the penis across the hallway to her apartment.
Sherelle pulled him into the lounge room and drew the curtains. He was already shedding his overalls. Sherelle ripped her top off and Pat’s eyes popped at the sight of her generous tits and a pair of nipples that were as large and erect as any he was ever likely to see. Her boobs were generously enhanced by plastic surgery – a gift from her husband. Pat groped at her nipples and his fat, salami-like cock rose against her wet cunt.
Pat was so horny – he was virtually breathless. Sherelle knew he wouldn’t last long so she had to make the most of it. No more head – he would blow too quickly.
‘Hey Pat,’ Sherelle pulled away from him, ‘have you ever fucked anyone before’
He shook his head and began to flush again.
‘Never mind, Pat. I’ll teach you’ she pulled him towards the lounge by the cock. It was the fattest cock she had seen in months, so she was happy, ‘but first you need to learn how to lick pussy.’
Sherelle laid back on the lounge and spread her legs wide and used her fingers to further separate the luscious lips of her wet cunt. At first Pat looked like he was going to pass out, but Sherelle knew he wouldn’t. Guys always had that reaction when they first saw her tight wet pussy exposed like that.
Pat knelt down between her legs and began to lick. ‘That’s it Pat darling’ Sherelle encouraged the young man. His tongue was hot and soft and Sherelle moved further onto it. Pat loved the taste of her pussy and Sherelle enjoyed the sensation on her clit. She saw Pat’s cock throbbing as he licked and she knew you have to be careful with virgins or they’ll blow their load too early.
When Sherelle was close to cumming she pulled away from Pat. His cock was pulsing when Sherelle grabbed it again and guided it into her wet, warm pussy. Pat’s eyes rolled to the whites as he began to ride Sherelle’s pussy. His thick cock was just what Sherelle needed. She began to moan loudly and to thrust forward as Pat pumped her pussy. Sherelle knew he wouldn’t last long, but he surprised her by pumping hard and fast to bring her to orgasm several times.
Several times Pat stopped, obviously trying to ward off his imminent orgasm. On the final time he stopped he asked ‘Sherelle, can I take you from be’ind?’ ‘Yes Pat, fuck me like a dog, darling – and don’t stop this time, just keep going as hard as you can!’ Pat needed no further encouragement and mounted his older lover and drove his fat cock forcefully into Sherelle’s now-dripping cunt.
Sherelle started screaming loudly ‘fuck me!’ ‘fuck me!’ ‘fuck me!’ ‘oh God, fuck me Pat!’. This was just too much and Pat’s cock exploded as a massive geyser inside her. The ejaculation was so forceful Sherelle could feel the semen hitting her cervix. His cock was still involuntarily jerking and shooting masses of thick white sperm as he pulled it out of her. Sperm almost immediately flooded too from Sherelle’s overfilled cunt and the creampie dripped down her legs as she stood up.
‘Thanks Pat, that was wonderful’ Sherelle beamed. She lit a cigarette.
But Pat was speechless. He tried to stammer something as he gathered up his clothes and began to dress hastily.
Sherelle knew it would be days before he found his voice properly again after his first sexual experience inside a fifty one-year-old professional in a Thames-side apartment. She left him to dress and went and got water from the kitchen.
Pat guzzled it gratefully when she returned with a glass of water. ‘Betta be getting along’ he stammered, ‘to me ol’ Mum’ he planted a quick kiss on her cheek and began to make his way to the door.
‘Take care, Pat’ Sherelle smiled as she saw him out.
‘Fanks, Sherelle” he said in his funny Postman Pat voice.
Sherelle stood on the balcony and watched Pat walk across Black Friars Bridge to the train station. The bells at St Paul’s were tolling. The song on the k**’s show used to say: All the birds are singing and the bells are ringing, Pat thinks he’s a really lucky man.
Sherelle knows that’s exactly how Pat will feel when he wakes up tomorrow too, as the shock subsides. The moon was shining bright on the water. Sherelle felt good. Perhaps she’ll go back to the bar. It’s only half an hour till 11pm now.
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