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{All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.}

1

Edith, had come to visit during a rainstorm that soaked her in the time it took the anthro wolfess to run from the car to the front door. Deacon hadn't heard her let herself in, but her loud sneeze that followed echoed up the staircase. Deacon's mother then called down from the upstairs study.

"Edith, darling, hang your clothes by the fire! Deacon, be a dear and bring Edith one of my dressing gowns?"

His mom had a rule about closed doors and headphones in the house, so Deacon couldn't feign ignorance and just keep playing Halo. With a sigh, he paused the game, set down the controller and descended the stairs in that tired, impatient manner only achievable by teenage boys who'd rather be killing aliens than doing mundane favours.

That was at least until he reached the foyer and saw Edith in a light he'd never seen before.

The wolf was at least forty, and had a bit of a reputation as an eccentric widow because she would often pretend she was much-much younger - favouring tight mini-skirts or yoga pants with crop tops and blouses that looked like they better suited a young woman Deacon's age.

She'd had children in her youth, and it showed on her body in the best way possible. She was sleek and athletic with a somewhat flat tummy, but not without the slightly fatty trimmings at her mid-riff and thighs that would probably take another lifetime to shed. But all the same she was firm and limber, built like a much younger woman with long tapered limbs and sleek, but above all, sexy curves.

Her black fur still had a thick, fluffy sheen to it and her long silver hair was normally voluminous and wavy, coiffed up with a few wet strands sticking to the greying fur at the sides of her face.

A little dash of salt sat among the black fur along her muzzle and the corners of her eyes, betraying her forties.

It was a surprise this woman had never remarried. In Deacon's opinion she looked like she could still have any man she wanted, regardless of age

_Jesus!_was all Deacon could as he looked her up and down. Since when had mother's old friend been so sexy?

"Hello, Deacon," she greeted as a puddle formed on the foyer's marble floor. She hadn't been carrying an umbrella, nor even worn a jacket, soaking her clothes and fur right the way through. "Awful mild weather we're having, isn't it?"

"Um... yeah. Summer's here, I guess." Deacon tore his eyes from the bright red bra which was showing through her soaked blouse.

She gazed wistfully back a moment before her smile widened. "Deacon, as much as I enjoy the rapt attention of a handsome young man, perhaps can I change out of my wet clothes?"

Deacon gulped snapping out of it, realising he was holding one of his mother's silk gowns for her. He quickly gestured to the living room. "Sure. The fire's lit and there's a screen in the living room. It'll be nice and warm."

"Thank you, Deacon." She reached out, and so his surprise instead of taking the gown, Edith stroked her slender fingers across his furry cheek. The high heels on her pumps cracked noisily on the floor, echoing through the empty foyer as she added, "Would you be a dear and help this poor sodden old lady change?"

"H-help?" the young feline stammered. But he followed her to the living room all the same, watching as she plucked loose one button of her top at a time, almost as if she were making a show of taking it off.

Edith gave a womanly giggle as she basked in the hearth's warmth. "Just hang my clothes out to dry for me, please."

Deacon spread out an antique screen for her to change behind. The thing had been all the rage in the eighteen hundreds, and was like many of the other old oddities from across the globe his mother filled the house with. Deacon knew of entire crates of old stuff laying forgotten in the basement she hadn't even sorted yet.

As Edith disappeared behind, her figure turned to a hazy silhouette. And under the crackle of the roaring fire he could hear the shifting of wet fabric over her sleek fur. He whipped away from the silhouette wiggling out of her clothes and watched the fire for a bit.

"You're sure to be off to college soon, no?" Edith suddenly called, drawing his gaze back.

She was looking at him over the screen, still wearing a ravenous smile that made Deacon feel like his pants were actively shrinking. Her slender neck and slim shoulders were visible as she held out her blouse and skirt. Deacon was suddenly aware all it would take was for her to move another inch and he'd get a look at her underwear... and hopefully something underneath.

He took the wet clothes with a nod. The garments were sodden through, though still heavily laden with the musk of that heady, seductive perfume that always followed Edith around. He quickly hung her clothes to dry while he answered.

"After the summer. I've already enrolled for my first semester in the city."

"Very good," Edith sang approvingly. "You're a clever lad, I'm sure you'll do smashing. Just be careful of those city girls. They're a sly bunch, and there's only one thing they're interested in when it comes to sweet boys like you. Here you go," she added casually, and Deacon automatically turned to take the next article of clothing.

Dangling from a slender finger were her long lace edged panties. Deacon took them without thinking. It was only when the musky scent of her sex drowned him, and the warmth of her most intimate parts settled in his palm that he realised the panties were bone dry. She hadn't needed to take them off to dry by the fire. She'd taken them off because she wanted to.

Deacon gulped.

Her bra came out next. He tried to be nonchalant about it, but walked awkwardly while adjusting the throbbing erection he had sprouted as he hung the underwear with her wet clothes.

A deafening crash almost made him leap out of his fur, and when he whirled around he saw the screen had fallen over. With her body simply glowing, Edith stood stark naked, every sleek, slender curve of her elegant body revealed to Deacon. She was bent over slightly, a foot up on a stool as she guided her foot, toes first back into her shoe.

"Oh, silly me. I knocked over the screen." She smiled wolfishly as she straightened up with a narrow eyed look, elegant fingertips sliding up along the sleek length of her leg before her hand settled somewhere on her thigh.

"Well, never mind. It seems you're enjoying the view anyway."

To deny it would be telling the most sinful of lies. His eyes followed the length of her legs from her heels-clad feet up to her curvy hips. It took him a good while, and by the time he reached her high, shapely waist she had turned to face him proper, hands on her hips bearing her nakedness with unfettered confidence. Her breasts hung more naturally out of her restrictive bra, slightly lower than Deacon had expected and a little parted. But they were plump and perky, disobeying Newton's life work. Small ebony nipples stood on end, with the lingering cold of the rainstorm or with abject arousal Deacon couldn't tell, as if inviting the young man to stagger over and suck on them. She was a good bit taller especially with those six-inch heels, so he was about the right height to just walk up and bury his face in those magnificent pillows.

His eyes darted back down curiously. Between her sleek, soft thighs was a small pruned tuft of silver fur sat just above a tight cleft glistening with anticipatory moisture.

He stared a good minute at the first naked woman he'd seen in the flesh. Not those stick-figure girls from school twerking in yoga pants and swapping nude selfies online. Edith was a woman, with curves and an experienced sexuality about her.

It took him some time to realise she was holding her hand out for the robe, but wore a flattered smile all the same. Jerking himself out of his trance, Deacon quickly handed her the flimsy gown, which she shrugged over her shoulders.

"How do I look?" she asked coyly, not bothering to close the robe. Her breasts stuck out to keep the front open, and the light material swished open a bit further as she moved closer to Deacon. Boldly she bent forward a little and planted her hand on the front of his jeans, feeling the throb of his cock through the stiff denim. "That good, hmmm?"

She arched an eyebrow and made a show of licking her lips, her long slender fingers slipping down the front of his pants. Down and down her hand slid, Deacon a mixture of too terrified and horny to do or say anything about it. His thoughts flashed to his mother just upstairs. What if she came down to see what was keeping her friend? What if she saw?

Even the concept of getting caught, his mother's friend fondling his most intimate parts only made Deacon's cock throb harder.

And when her long, warm fingers and silky palm finally did slide over his member, enveloping it with a firm but loving grip; as Deacon felt his whole body pulse with pleasure against her touch it was Edith who gasped sharply.

He eyes were wide and her pretty mouth spread open a little more with a mixture of surprise and delight. "My-my-my! What have we here, my darling? Such a big boy you've become."

Gently she stroked up to the tip, her free hand working open Deacon's belt, then the fly in order to give her more room to work. The feline was completely stunned, with his arms hung down by his side as she started to explore up and down the member, letting her fingers feel every inch of the smooth pink flesh, testing each little barb along the shaft before feeling along those circling the crown.

"It feels so nice in my hand. I'm certain it will feel even nicer somewhere else. What's that face, my dear? Am I making you excited? Are you thinking of putting this big thing inside me? Oh, I hardly think it'll fit." Her mouth moved close to his ear and she whispered in a way that sent tingles shooting down Deacon's spine. "Let's give it a proper measure to make sure, shall we?"

Deacon's pants flopped to the ground around his ankles. It was followed by his boxers, before Edith elegantly squatted down until her face was level with his cock.

Very deeply she inhaled, breathing in his musk as her cold wet nose traced from the base up along the underside of his shaft. The cock then bounced with a mixture of excitement and an upward flick of her nose leaving the tip of the crown before she opened her dazzling eyes up at him again. a deep breathe scaped her muzzle which hung open and Deacon shuddered at the warmth bathing his erection. A needy, primal portion of his brain wanted right there to grab her face and slam himself into her lips.

But what he wanted even more than to release all over her face, he wanted this game to go on. Every moment with her was pleasure and he was perfectly alright with dragging it out. He honestly felt like his cock would burst if she so much as touched him again. But he was held on the precipice all the same. Every second of basking in the mature lady's beauty and enjoying her attention was heaven.

"My goodness," she whispered up at him. "This lovely thing looks good enough to eat."

She opened her muzzle a little wider, and watching him coyly she stuck out her tongue and angled herself forward. Deacon had to purse his lips to stifle a whimper, watching her ease closer and closer to his glans. Then at the last minute she pulled back, just as her breath, moist and hot brushed his twitching cock. She seemed to giggle at his reaction, then satisfied she'd tortured him enough, plunged forward.

His cock disappeared into her wet mouth and Deacon could do nothing to stop his hips rolling until he had himself fully sheathed against her lovely lips.

When she came back up she smiled and planted a little lick over the crown. "Mmmhh~! It seems to fit just perfectly in my mouth. And a good thing too. It's simply delicious."

Then she went down on him again, his cock sliding effortlessly back over tongue. Her muzzle was soft and warm, the heat rushed up through Deacon's body and made his fur fan out instinctively in an attempt to keep him cool. But soon he was panting as Edith worked his cock like a lollypop she was desperate to get to the centre of. She gulped down the excess saliva so she wouldn't be completely undignified slobbering all over him, bobbing her head up and down, pursing her lips around the base of his shaft and licking him from top to bottom.

Plunging down she stuck out her tongue over her bottom lip, letting her slippery broad tongue cradle the underside of his shaft, caressing and lubricating her bobbing motions even further. At the same time there was a soft gulp as she let the crown pop into the back of her throat. But with barely a flutter of her eyes she took it, swallowing hard and letting the powerful muscles close that slippery tight cavity down over his tip.

Decades of skill and loving attention to detail slathered his member up and down with the enthusiasm of a naïve virgin wondering what would happen if she kept this up. Except it was Deacon who was the virgin. And while he had masturbated plenty of times while fantasising this exact scenario (what teenage boy hadn't), the real thing felt a hundred times better.

Just moments into his first blowjob he could the rush of orgasm coming. He could do nothing to stop it. His mind was blank, watching this gorgeous mature wolfess work her incredible magic. There was no way he could possibly distract himself from what she was doing. He had to watch, had to enjoy the sensation, and had to let nature take over.

Feeling him swell against her tongue however, Edith pulled back. His length popped from her wet lips, which she licked as if enjoying every last drop of a delicious desert. As she pulled away, leaving Deacon's glistening, almost satisfied cock hanging in the warm air, Edith stood up again.

There was another wet pop as she did, and Deacon suddenly saw why. While she had been taste-testing him with her mouth, she'd had her index finger down to the last knuckle in her pussy. When it emerged from the wet folds, it was glistening and soaked completely through with her juices.

As Deacon, panting with effort, came down from the swirling heights of near orgasm, feeling the tingling pleasure across every inch of his cock settle down, Edith brought her finger up to his mouth and wiped some of her moisture over his lips.

"Look at me. Such a naughty lady I am. Your delicious cock has made me so wet."

Deacon didn't resist for a moment. Clutching her hand in his he opened his mouth and sucked her finger into his mouth, suckling and licking the digit that was salty and musky with her essence. The sheer scent of her heat filled his every sense. It was in his nose, on his tongue, swirling around in his brain... he was spinning again and before he could help himself, he was suckling Edith's finger like she had been on his cock, and now it was her turn to moan in anticipation.

"You like the way I taste do you? Would you like to taste some more?"

She barely got the words out of her mouth by the time Deacon was on his knees. He just dropped, tipped his head back and assaulted her quim with his mouth. he was so pent up, so desperate to release he could almost just slide his cock between her calves and cum all over those gorgeous legs in an instant. But he wanted more than that. He wanted to feel her, taste her, smell her. He wanted all of her when he came, to be inside her wet glove, to feel the hot depths of her core when he erupted into her womb and made her his.

But before that, he wanted to enjoy everything this incredible woman had to offer. He wanted her taste, her scent and her moans.

His face pressed into her warm sex, the familiar musk he'd caught from her panties intoxicated him. Encouraged him even. His tongue slipped out between his lips and between hers, probing into the slick, salty flesh within. Edith was simply delicious, and sliding his hands up the back of her thighs and sinking his fingers into the taught flesh of her ass, he ate her deeply.

He felt her fingers fall on his head. They played with his fluffy ears, raked through his hair and pulled him in tighter, grinding his face deeper into her yearning, delicious cunt. Her moans were tempered, small, restrained gasps, but they sounded wonderful all the same. Deacon and his rough feline tongue were not discouraged by the volume of her approval, knowing full well mother was still upstairs somewhere. But Deacon couldn't let himself get distracted.

He could feel her grip tighten. Her firm thighs closed on his cheeks and her whole body began to tremble. But with an inevitable rush of her delicious essence clearly on the way, Edith whimpered softly for him to stop.

"Wait, Deacon. Oh, God, please~... please, no more. Stop, darling."

She had to pull him away with some force, and with confusion he looked up at her, his tongue still hanging out of his mouth innocently. The look of raw desire and satisfaction on Edith's face was incredible, and it confused Deacon even more. If she was enjoying his mouth, why did she want him to stop?

She giggled, noticing his disorientation. "Don't worry, darling. You were doing simply amazing. But if had kept going you'd have turned me into useless shivering wreck. Not to mention your mother surely would have heard me scream."

Hooking a finger under his chin, she encouraged him to stand with a tug then stooped down to press her lips against his. His mouth automatically opened to let her tongue invade her. He wanted her to swallow him whole, and she clearly wanted the same.

"Such a good boy, making me feel so delightful," she whispered, feeling his cock press against her thigh. "Good, delicious boys should get rewards shouldn't they?"

Deacon just nodded dumbly.

Parting her stance just a little, Edith half squatted, thrusting her hips forward. She pressed her tight quim against his belly and slid down until she felt his cock press against her lips. Deacon, dumbly like his vacant nod, thrust forward without thinking. His crown just slipped up her slit and missed everything, slapping against her mons and making the more experienced woman giggle at his effort. He was eager at least.

Reaching down she gripped his cock steadily in one hand, then directed him with more care.

"Here we go," she said softly, feeling her lips spear open across the tip of his cock. It was thick, thicker than she was normally used to. Deacon was certainly a healthy young stud. And she imagined those soft feline bumps were going to feel absolutely incredible in her stretched pussy. She eased a little tighter feeling her opening press wetly over the glans and spread just a little in anticipation of him sliding up into her. "Can you feel it? There's my opening. Nice and tight, isn't it?"

Deacon nodded, his fingers digging into the globes of her ass as he pressed a little harder, feeling her tunnel stretch a little against his crown. Edith yelped softly in response, settling her free hand on the small of Deacon's back to give him a little encouraging push.

"Yes, that's it. Press inside. Quickly now, Deacon. Fuck me before your mother begins to suspect."

Deacon bit his lip and wound up to thrust. That's all it would take. One more push into her tight folds and she would take his virginity. He would feel how warm and wet she was inside. He'd find out if she felt as good as she tasted...

"Edith!? Deacon!? Is everything alright down there?" Mother suddenly called from her study.

She was still upstairs by the sounds of it, but Deacon's heart still stopped.

Edith bolted upright immediately as Deacon felt his breath catching in his throat. They separated so quickly his crown emerged from the mouth of her lust with an audible wet smack. Edith immediately wrapped herself in the robe while Deacon yanked up his pants.

She bit her lip, watching the delicious cock she'd almost had inside her disappear from sight. The disappointment was as palpable on her face as it was on Deacon's. But she just flashed him a seductive wink and took her leave.

"Yes, darling, all is fine," Edith called back steadily as she made her way upstairs. "I was just talking with Deacon about college! It's hard to believe how fast he's grown up, isn't it...?"

Disappointed and a frustrating cramp in his balls as he felt his erection go limp, Deacon returned to his room. But he couldn't finish his game. He couldn't even masturbate either, feeling like just jerking off the porn was a severe anti-climax to what he'd just experienced with Edith.

Some hope rose in his chest. Edith would need to dress again before she left. Perhaps they could have another private moment together to finish what they started.

But when the time came, literally hours later, for Edith to leave, mother gave him the run-around. As if she and Edith had been conspiring to keep him busy, she sent him on errand after errand. Fetch a glass of water. Get more coal for the fire. Check the roof hadn't blown off the greenhouse.

By the time Deacon was done, bounding back into the foyer, Edith was there, fully dressed and with her hand on the door handle.

"Poor dear. You were hoping to finish what we started?" she asked pitifully. "Were you thinking of me the entire time I chatted with your mother?"

He nodded, and she beckoned him closer. He walked right into her palm, which she cupped over his cheek gently. Then all of a sudden she grabbed him by the chin and directed his gaze to her stern eyes.

"Did you touch yourself?"

Deacon quickly shook his head, and she softened again. The answer clearly pleased her.

Leaning down to him like she had before when she was exploring his length, she gently cupped his groin and whispered in his ear, "Good boy. Saving all that delicious cum for me then. I want to taste it. Drink it down like water from a faucet. I'm so wet for it I can hardly wait."

The words made Deacon shudder in anticipation. He imagine her gorgeous muzzle wrapped around his stem again and fumbled to unbuckle his pants for her.

"No. Not yet." She glanced up the stairs, clearly expecting Deacon's mother to interrupt them again. "Tonight, after dinner. A smart boy like you can surely figure out how to make it work. You know where I live, yes?"

He nodded, just as dumbly and as blankly as before. He was entirely under her spell. All that mattered was sliding his cock into her gorgeous body. And he'd wait patiently for a century then break out of Alcatraz to do it.

"I'll see you tonight then. Ta-ta for now, darling."

Deacon stared after her, entranced, even long after her car disappeared out of the driveway.

2

The roles were pretty much reversed when Deacon showed up at Edith's door. The rainstorm hadn't let up, and given he'd snuck out of the house without mother noticing, Deacon had to ride his bike to the other end of the village to get to the small estate Edith called home.

When he knocked at the grand oak door, the feline was suddenly the sodden, dripping ball of bedraggled fur. Edith looked quite proud of herself, smirking at him where she stood between him and the dry, warm foyer. Though Deacon couldn't care all that much, given she was quite a sight for sore - and rain-pelted - eyes.

Edith was dressed in naught but a set of high heels that covered over her toes and secured with a strap around her ankle. The gown was much flimsier than the one Deacon's mother had lent her, a light shade of pink all the way down to her ankles and pretty much translucent. Even if she pulled it shut and tied the silk sash about her shapely waist it would do nothing to hide the gorgeous body underneath.

Her hair was let down from the prim bun she'd worn earlier, light silver waves cascading down past her shoulders, just long enough to be professional and sexy at the same time.

"Oh, poor dear. You look so cold out there. Why don't you come in and warm up?"

He didn't need much encouragement to stagger into the foyer. And before Edith had even swung the door shut behind him, he walked face first into her inviting bosom. The woman gave a husky chuckle, feeling Deacon's lips secure firmly around her left nipple, suckling gently at the soft teat as if feeding, but with a whole lot more sensual swirling and raking of his tongue. His rough feline tongue lit up all the sensitive nerve endings and already Edith felt the excited tingle where her thighs met explode into a static lightning storm.

As he licked and caressed her, his free hand raking up through her fur to feel up her opposite breast, Edith reached down and opened the zipper of his pants where she could feel a rock-hard bulge. In moments she freed his painful erection from its confines, gently gripping the thing in both slender hands.

"There's my new friend. Why don't we warm him up in my hands while the rest of you warms up by the fire?"

Gently directing his mouth away from her nipple, Edith turned on her heel and brushed his chest with her fluffy tail. Then, with her hand still gripping his cock like a leash she led the young man to the living room where the hearth was already home to a blazing fire.

Positioning him in front of the flames to warm up, she let her fingertips slide up the underside of his stem, teasingly flicking off the tip before she walked with a seductive sway of her wide hips towards the couch. She moved with the grace of a model, purposely perching herself smartly on the firm cushions. But instead of lounging, she remained perfectly vertical, elegantly crossed one leg over the other and folded her hands over her knee, watching him with rapt attentiveness. Even if she were completely dressed, her perfect, sexy posture alone would have given Deacon a throbbing erection.

"Is that better? Nice and warm in front of the fire? It would be much better to get out of those wet clothes, don't you think?" She licked her lips with a smirk, then when Deacon didn't quite catch on, she added patiently, "Undress for me, please, Deacon."

He jumped to it like he'd been ordered. Immediately he started pulling at his belt with one hand, kicking off his shoes at the heels and fumbling with the zip of his jacket with his free hand. It was like watching a circus performer juggle sixteen tasks all at once, and it made Edith laugh softly.

"Slowly, darling. There's no rush. We have all night together. Let's enjoy it, shall we?"

Nodding, Deacon slowed down, focusing on one task at a time. First his shoes and sodden socks, then his jacket and shirt, and finally his pants. One by one the garments came away and were lined up by the fireside, hanging everything out like he'd done for Edith back at home. And every step of the way he could feel Edith's eyes on him, looking him up and down approvingly. A few times he glanced at her face and saw her chewing her bottom lip, mesmerised by the cat's lean musculature. In fact, there was one particular part of his musculature that held her particular interest.

He was already hard, but he was quite sure that by the time he stood before her wearing only his fur, his cock had excitedly swelled an extra half inch.

As he stood there drying, Edith watching his cock bob up and down with keen interest, Deacon noticed her squirming in her seat, pretty sure he could see a small dark wet spot forming on the cushions.

Before he was totally dry, Edith seemed to have had her fill.

"Come here," she ordered gently. Her voice was low and husky with excitement. Firm and urgent, but loving at the same time. "I've had enough of watching. I want to feel you."

Deacon was of course happy to oblige and practically ran to her. His hands fell on her legs and he tried to press them open so he could settle between her thighs. She let him, gasping with feigned surprise. But as he pressed forward with cock in hand, trying to line it up with her pussy she pushed her hand into his chest and reached down, taking the member from him and gripped it tightly.

"Oh, my! So eager and forceful! You'll make so many girls at college very happy," Edith admitted as she pushed him into a sitting position. Closing her legs again, she leaned closer until her breast squished against his arm, one hand elegantly draped around his neck while the other gently stroked his length in her firm grip. "But I told you already, Deacon. There's no need to rush. Sit here with me and enjoy a little. Let me have my fun."

Swallowing, Deacon nodded as he usually did, sitting contently as Edith rubbed his length in slow, sensual strokes. Her grip was firm, not too tight and even dry her hand was soft and smooth as silk. Her grip slid up to the tip of his member where her thumb teased the crown a little, spreading out a small drop of precum, before she explored her way back down to the base, enjoying every soft little fleshy barb and bump of his feline cock.

Giving a deep sigh, he ran his fingers up her thigh as well, enjoying her soft fur and the firmness of her breasts as much as he did her grip. His fingers flicked over her nipples, which were like small diamonds, so hard with excitement. Edith was so lovely, and she was making him feel so good, Deacon wanted to return the favour. He worked his fingers between her crossed thighs, trying desperately to find that delicious little cleft where her long legs met the rest of her curvy body. He wanted to feel inside her again, to smell and taste her core.

"Maybe later," Edith whispered, reading his mind. "As much as I like how eager you are to taste me, I like watching you enjoy yourself even more."

Sensually sliding of the couch, Edith dropped to her knees and pushed Deacon's knees apart. Then when she was settled between his thigh, she gave him a broad, warm smile before dipping her muzzle down to his crotch. Her eyes were turned up, watching his face the whole time as she swallowed his cock down to the sheath.

Deacon flexed his back off the couch, his expression twisting in blissful agony. There was a soft ripping noise as his nails dug into the cushions under him, his cock throbbing in Edith's muzzle while her head bobbed up and down. His eyes were shut, mouth half open as he lost himself completely in the pleasure mouth.

The corners of her mouth turned up when she saw this and she doubled her efforts. His crown crashed into her throat harder now, drawing little gasping glugs from the woman.

Then despite him fighting, Deacon couldn't, or didn't want to anymore, hold back. He stiffened, his cock swelling across Edith's tongue in a divinely familiar way. Then, as she anticipated with a shudder of delight, he exploded in her mouth.

Cum splashed the roof of her mouth, ran all over her tongue and before she could really appreciate the salty tang she felt her cheeks bulge a little and had to gulp it all down to make space for more. Six spurts in and Deacon was still cumming strong, all that pent up frustration swelling in his balls finally released into her hot muzzle where Edith drank the essence down like it was the first drop of water she'd tasted after a long trek through the desert.

Edith gulped dutifully and greedily. And when she was done she let his firm member slip from her lips, which she licked enthusiastically to make sure she'd caught it all.

"Mmmmh~!" she moaned as the warmth trickled down her gullet. "Absolutely delicious. I needed that so much. Oh, don't look so disappointed, dear. Didn't my mouth feel nice?"

Deacon blinked. "It did," he said softly. "But I was hoping for... um. More. And I wanted to make you feel good too," he added hurriedly.

Edith smiled, easing herself up and licking his nose before she pressed him down across the couch and straddled him. "You'll get more. Don't worry. And if you keep feeding me delicious cum like that, I'll be a very happy woman. Besides, this is your first time, isn't it? I can assure you, you won't last long. Especially once I start working my magic," she added with debauched pride. "You can last longer this way, and then we can both fully enjoy what is about to happen."

As she'd been talking, her hand had reached down and worked his wet length gently between her fingers and against the soft furry lips of her cunt. Bit by bit, the tired cock started to pulse with life. His blood rushed to the tip and before long he was hard enough for Edith to give a satisfied sigh.

"There we go. Ready again, see?"

Leaning forward she put her mouth on Deacon's, kissing him deeply for a moment. All the young man could do was wrap his hands around her waist, feel along her beautiful curves as he explored her tongue with his own.

Breaking the kiss, she said softly, "I simply love riding young boys like you. Feeling you squirm with the pleasure of your first time, hearing you moan. It's simply a divine feeling."

She paused a moment to read his face, then giggled into her hand apologetically. "Oh, I beg your pardon, Deacon. Young men like you."

Her fingers gripped him a little tighter, directing him up to her wet pussy. Just like before her outer lips speared open and Deacons stiffened, feeling that hot mouth of her arousal hug his crown. Only this time there would be nothing to interrupt them.

"Are you ready, Deacon? I'm going to take your virginity now."

He nodded feverishly, pulling down her wide hips with his hands. But Edith resisted, holding in place despite how his own hips rocked as if trying to slide his member up into her. He wanted her. He needed her now. He wanted to slide inside and-...

Deacon stiffened.

Slowly, inch by agonising inch, Edith sank down, mouth to mouth with her latest plaything. It must have taken her several minutes, but at a snail's pace she took his virginity, and eventually her hips settled on his, hilting his cock wall the way into her wet sheath.

She shuddered, feeling him squirm against her with pleasure. Gasped into her mouth and mewled like a kitten hungry for milk. The sensation almost had Edith cumming there and then, but she set her nails into his chest and tempered herself. She couldn't leave this gorgeous young man hanging like that.

Her canal hugged him firmly, though she wasn't as tight as she could have been. But she was comfortable all the same, slick and warm. His girth was enough that even though she'd had children, Edith felt her pussy stretch to accommodate him. And his crown bumped into her core, caressing an itch that had gone unscratched for far too long.

She sighed contently, straightening up on his cock and letting her hands glide up her sleek, sultry body. She made a show of it, feeling his eyes on her as she reached up to cup her breasts, rake her hair and draw attention to every smooth, perfectly carved curve.

One foot was perched up on the couch beside in a half squat, while her other balanced on a tall heel set firmly in the carpet below.

"How does it feel?" she asked coyly.

Deacon couldn't answer. His mouth hung open as he stared up at the beautiful woman impaled on his cock. Then his eyes fluttered and his body began to squirm. Edith started to ride.

She was like a machine build specifically for fucking, fuelled by the virile young cock bumping her cervix with every downward stroke and the curious fingers exploring up her thighs, over her hips, along her waist and squeezing the firm flesh at her chest. As she moved she gyrated her hips, putting all her efforts into giving Deacon the best ride and best show he'd ever have. But she didn't moan. She didn't make a sound apart from her stuffed pussy slurping up and down Deacon's cock.

She smiled all the same, savouring the feeling of him throbbing inside her, his body flexing against hers and the sound of his soft moans.

"I've never known young ladies to ride properly. But now you're experiencing the real thing, maybe you can teach a few of them once you get to college, yes?"

Harder and harder she began to ride. She was enthused by Deacon's growing pants for air. She could feel it coming. Not only the way his cock swelled in a familiar way or how his hands possessively pulled at her hips. She could feel it inside herself as well. His girth stretching her out. Those divine little fleshy bumps raking her inner walls in a special way. Like when he worked his wonderful tongue across her clit, Edith was feeling the desire to scream with delight rise up inside her.

"Are you cumming?" she breathed, her tone descending into a small pleasured moan. "I'm cumming too, Deacon. We'll do it together, okay? Are you ready?"

Deacon could barely nod. He was desperate to hold back. He wanted to do exactly as Edith told him. He wanted to erupt exactly when she said. And when he felt like the dam would break despite his best efforts she finally called out.

"Yes! That's it. Now, Deacon! Now! Cum for me!"

He released. He let it all out. It was dizzying. Even more so than when he released inside her mouth. Deacon was pretty sure he blacked out. He wasn't sure how many times he tensed and shot his seed up into her womb.

But Edith was at least very aware. Her canal clamped down as she creamed all over his cock. She wasn't a squirter or a screamer, but she certainly tightened. Her body seized and her hips shuddered in time with her quivering pussy rippling to milk the big cock making her feel so good. Her head fell forward and she put her chin to her chest, eyes screwed shut as she dug her painted nails into the fur on Deacon's chest hard enough to make marks in the skin beneath.

At the same time the tip settled against her core erupted. Stream after stream shot directly up into belly. It warmed her to the core and put out a kindling fire that had raged in her pussy, replacing the burning desire with satisfied relief. Relief vocalised with a long sigh as the blissful composure returned to the elegant mature lady riding her young boy-toy's wonderful cock.

"Wonderful," she breathed, gazing down at him with a smile. "Simply wonderful, darling. You did an amazing job."

Deacon was still agog, watching the last vestiges of that beautiful orgasm wipe from Edith's aspect. "You're wonderful," he corrected. "God, you looked so beautiful, I've never... I mean, you're beautiful already, but when you... y'know. When you did that it was..."

He simply couldn't find the words. But thankful for the compliment, Edith doubled over with a smile and kissed him softly.

"Thank you, darling. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Deacon. It's a pity you're heading off to the city soon. I'll really miss you."

With a sudden burst of confidence, Deacon smiled and said, "Night's not over yet."

Edith chuckled in agreement. "No, it's not."

Then straightening up and setting her hands on his chest, she got back to riding.

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