It was a Saturday when Justin spent the night. I didn't fret about what to wear or what to cook. The boy had seen me without makeup on several occasions and wearing just leggings and a tee shirt. I didn't need to impress him. I did want to dress nicer for myself but not overdress.

I wore a simple green dress where the hem came up 2 inches above my knees. I wore my hair down and just brushed it out without styling it, but I did take care with my makeup. I applied my makeup as if I was going to a social event to out to a formal event with some friends.

Justin showed up about ten minutes before the agreed-upon time. I smiled because the boy was wearing the clothes I had bought him. He was wearing a salmon color, button-down, short-sleeve shirt that he always referred to as pink, and a pair of black stonewashed jeans.

When I kissed him at the door, I reached down and untucked his shirt from his jeans. "The shirt is made to be untucked," I told him, and he laughed at my fashion obsession.

We had a nice dinner that I had cooked and enjoyed a nice conversation over the dinner. Justin helped me clean the kitchen, and then we went into the den to watch a movie on a streaming network as I cuddled up to him, and he put his arm around me.

Justin was browsing through the movies to select and commented that tonight was like our first real date. Justin selected a movie that takes place during the American Civil War, a love story, and I groan aloud but tell him we can watch it.

I had never seen the movie, but I read the book and found it drawn-out and monotonous. The movie was even worse but we watched it until the end anyway.

After the movie, we made out on the sofa for quite a while. We would start making out, sop for a bit, make small talk, and then start making out again. Justin would try and put his hands up my dress or touch my breasts and I would playfully slap his hands away.

"I am not the type of woman to do that on a first date," I would tell him and he would chuckle and try the same later.

"Let's go to bed," I whisper in Justin's ear after some long, passionate, and now intense making out.

"I thought you were not that type of woman to do that on a first date," he teased.

I looked at him and smiled and shrugged. "Maybe tonight I feel like being adventurous," I tell him.

Justin grins. "I like when are adventurous," he tells me, remembering the time I tied him up.

Justin stood up and held out his hand and I took it in mine and he helped me off the sofa. We then walked to the bedroom.

We didn't get into bed right away and start having sex. I told Justin to make himself comfortable and that I would be back in a moment. I then go into my bathroom and shut the door. I started my nightly routine of going to bed. If Justin and I were going to spend other nights together and then travel together, he would have to get used to my bedtime routine.

I normally take a shower at night, but with Justin spending the night I could forgo that. I removed my makeup with disposable makeup-removing cloths, washed my face with a cleaning soap, and once more with a moisturizing soap. I massaged my anti-wrinkle and firming face and neck moisturizer cream on my face and neck, and then I put lotion on my legs and arms. I normally wore my hair in a ponytail when I went to bed, but that night I wore it down.

The previous day I had gotten my legs and armpit waxed; something I had been doing for many years. I also got my private area waxed; something I recently started doing. They waxed everything between my legs and even around my anus, but I kept the hair above my pussy and neatly trimmed that myself.

I then changed into what I had planned to wear for Justin. I had decided I would wear sexy lingerie. It was a simple set that I had bought just for that night at Victoria's Secret.

The lingerie set consisted of a pink, sheer corset top that buttoned in the front, was embroidered with darker pink flowers, and had thin shoulder straps. I wore a pair of matching lace cheeky flutter panties. I had only worn lingerie for my ex-husband and while with my experience with it, it never stayed on my body long, I still enjoyed wearing lingerie.

When I walked into the bedroom, Justin was lying on the bed, wearing just his grey boxer shorts and the salmon color shirt. He told me how sexy I looked and how he liked what I was wearing. I expected he would like it but thanked him anyway. I then got into bed with the boy.

I will just summarize most of what we did that night. From my other chapters and the beginning of this one, readers will get a good idea of our sex life.

We started by passionately kissing each other, touching each other, and other gentle and tender foreplay. Justin and I sat up on the bed, our bodies entwined as we kissed with lustful intensity. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off of his body, and threw it to the floor. Justin lay back on the bed and pulled me with him and I straddled the boy.

"I want to taste your pussy while you suck my cock," Justin told me as I was running my hands over his chest.

Still wearing my lingerie, we moved into a sixty-nine position and Justin removed his underwear. Justin pulled my panties to the side and used his mouth, tongue, and fingers on and in my pussy and butthole until I had an orgasm. I kept using my mouth on his hard penis until the boy squirted his cum into my mouth.

After, Justin got on top of me, pulled my panties off of me, and made love to me. It was passionate and intense and I had another orgasm and then a few minutes later another one as he used two fingers in my butt and then he exploded cum inside my pussy.

"Why are you attracted to me?" I asked as I was lying in his arms with my head on his chest.

"What?" Justin replied to my sudden question.

I sat up in the bed next to his body with my feet under me. "You heard me. I am curious," I told the boy. "I am old enough to be your…mother," I said after a slight hesitation. Actually, if you did the math, I was old enough to be his grandmother.

I didn't ask the question out of a lack of confidence or low self-esteem issues, I didn't suffer from those. I was just truly curious.

"I find you sexy, Natalie, and you know you look damn good for your age," he told me and I rolled my eyes. "Stop, you know you do so stop acting like you don't," he said sternly.

"Ok, true I do, and I work at it, but still I am forty-one years older than you…"

"And you fuck like you're a nineteen-year-old with lots of experience," Justin interrupted me and chuckled.

I playfully slapped his chest. "I'm not a slut," I protested.

"No, and you know I don't think you are and never thought you were," he assured me. "I just meant that you are in great shape, have a great body, and have an incredible sexual appetite."

"For a woman my age," I finished for him.

"No, for a woman twenty years younger."

I slapped his chest again. "Just twenty, thanks a lot," I teased. Justin chuckled.

"I like sexy, older women, Natalie," Justin answered my original question.

"So who else besides me?" I asked. I was not jealous, I was just curious again.

"A few," he told me and grinned. "The first was when I was sixteen and she was in her thirties."

"Sixteen!" I exclaimed. "You were just a kid! That woman should be arrested."

Justin laughed. "I don't think so. She taught me a lot." He looked at me and grinned. "She taught me things you seem to enjoy." I went to slap his chest again but he caught my arm. "But none of them were like you," the boy told me and I raised my eyebrows to tell him to continue. "You are…I don't know how to explain it or the right word to use. You just have….well…you are classy and elegant and confident and just the way you present yourself. It turns me on." Justin stammered his way through his words as if he was embarrassed to give me the compliment.

I felt a sudden warmth of affection for the boy and bent down and kissed his cheek. "That was sweet, baby."

"So who was she?" I asked.

There were several attractive women in our large subdivision, most married but a few who were divorced. I am not the one for gossip but I was curious.

"You don't want me to tell people about us, but you expect me to tell you who she was?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

"Ok, you have a point," I conceded. "How did you meet her?"

"She was the aunt of the girl I was dating at the time," he told me and smiled and waited for my response.

"God, Justin! Seriously!" He laughed at the response he knew I would give. "You are such a pervert!"

"I don't hear you complaining that I am a pervert…at least not anymore," he teased me. "And who tied who up that afternoon about two weeks ago? Who likes playing with her pussy and clit until she cums while I watch? Who puts her tongue up a boy's ass? Who is a woman in her sixties fucking a nineteen-year-old boy?"

"God, you are impossible," I replied and tried to pull my hand free of his grip.

Justin pulled me to him and I fell over his body. The boy started kissing my neck and I moved to straddle him again. Justin unbuttoned my top and spread it open. I gasped when his lips went to my nipple and he held it gently between his front teeth and flicked his tongue over it, rapidly. He started playing with my other taunt nipple with his fingers.

"I…I want to try something, baby," I told Justin as I made gasping moans from the pleasant attention he was giving my erect nipples.

"What?" He asked and I could hear the eagerness in his voice.

I sat up and started running my hands over his chest. "I want to try anal sex," I told him in a casual tone as if I told him to order us a pizza.

Justin's eyes went wide. "Seriously?" the boy's voice cracked from the shock of my suggestion and the eagerness of what I wanted him to do.

"Yes. I bought lubricant and I want to try it. But you have to promise me if I tell you to stop you will and I promise that I will let you try and won't stop you if I feel the slightest uncomfortable feeling. I will let you keep going unless it hurts me."

"I promise," Justin said with a fervent tone in his voice.

"I am serious," I told him and he nodded.

I got off the bed, went to the bathroom, and got the lubricant I had purchased online. The online research I did claimed that brand to be the best brand for anal sex. I had planned on trying anal sex with Justin weeks ago, but just now got up the courage to go through with it or at least try.

The lubricant was strawberry flavored, not that I was planning on tasting it and God knows I was not going to put his penis in my mouth after it had been in my butthole. The strawberry just appealed to me.

When I came back into the bedroom, I handed Justin the small bottle, took off my lingerie top, and got back in bed.

"How do you want to try it?" I asked Justin.

Justin chuckled. "Well, I think it's pretty simple and only one way to do it. I put my cock in your asshole and fuck you."

I rolled my eyes at his crudeness but didn't say anything. I was used to it by then. "No I mean should you do it from behind or on top of me? I read online that certain positions make it easier. From what I read the best ways for the first time are either from behind or you can get on top of me," I explained.

"Well didn't you just do your research," Justin teased me.

"Do you want to try or not? I am perfectly happy if we don't," I told him in a shape tone.

He just chuckled. My anger or mock anger could never faze the boy. I think it amused him. It frustrated me sometimes that it did.

"I want to fuck you from behind. I want to see my cock sliding in your tight asshole," Justin told me.

Again I ignored his crudeness. I found it a turn-on when we were having sex or during foreplay but found it inappropriate when we were not. I never did correct him. I was just having a sexual affair with Justin and it was not my position to try and change the boy. Well, except for his clothes.

Justin moved first and kneeled on the bed. I got up and kneeled as well, facing him. I put my arms around his neck and we started kissing once more and the boy played with my breasts and nipples again.

"Turn around get on your hands and knees," he ordered me. He wanted to be in control and that excited me.

I turned around and got on my hands and knees for the boy. I was beginning to get nervous. Even though I wanted to try it, sounded confident when I suggested anal sex, and I had done my research; I was apprehensive and intimidated by the thought of it.

I heard a click and looked over my shoulder. I saw Justin had opened the top of the bottle of lubricant and was spreading some on his fingers. I turned my head back around and looked down at the bed and mentally prepared myself to have my butthole penetrated.

I flinched when I felt the cold lubricant being dribbled over my butt, at the top of my butt crack. Justin ran his finger over the lubricant and spread it over my gluteal cleft and down until his finger lightly brushed my anus. Just lifted his finger and started spreading lubricant from my perineum and over my vulva. I moaned out faintly due to the pleasant feeling.

Justin squirted more lubricant over his hands and started spreading it over my pussy. Over my perineum and vulva again and then up my pussy slit and I moaned out louder when he used his lubricated finger on my clit and started to massage it slowly.

"Ohh…baby…ohh, Justin, maybe…ohh, baby, may we should just have normal sex," I suggested between moans as squirmed. I was aroused and wanted to get fucked.

"Shhh, since this is your first time we have to prepare you," the boy told me with an affectionate tone to his voice.

I didn't believe him. I thought Justin's young, perverted mind just wanted to see me exposed as I was and play with my pussy. But I didn't complain because what he was doing felt good.

"No we have to loosen up your tight, sexy asshole," Justin told me after several more minutes of teasing my pussy.

I looked over my shoulder and saw the boy sitting cross-legged on the bed behind me. "What do you mean loosen….Uuugh, God!" I cried out when the boy put two lubricated fingers into my ass.

I turned my head back around and gripped the sheet of my bed tight. Justin worked his fingers in and out of me and I was moaning and grunting as he did.

"Now I am going to put another finger in your ass," he told me.

"No…uhh no, baby, that's too many," I moaned out.

I heard Justin laugh. "Natalie, that's not going to be as big as my cock."

I didn't reply because he was right. My body jerked forward due to fearful reflex as he pushed a third finger into my butt and I made a loud, long, grunting moan. I started breathing heavily.

"That ok?" Justin was kind enough to ask.

"Yes…yes," I replied in a raspy voice.

Justin started to slowly thrust his three fingers in and out of my butthole as I was panting and moaning. I let out another loud grunting moan as the boy pushed all three of them into me as deep as he could. Justin then started moving them inside me. He was twisting them, turning them, curling them, and spreading them apart. He was enjoying himself a great deal I was sure.

'Damn, Natalie, that is one tight asshole," Justin commented.

I was enjoying it also. I dropped my head and upper body down on the bed, my grip on the sheets tightened, and I was moaning and gasping and whimpering from pleasure. It felt very good, so good that I started pushing back into his hand trying to make his fingers go even deeper.

As he was fingering my butthole, Justin was using his other hand on my pussy. He didn't insert a finger inside me but instead was caressing it with his fingertips. He caressed my vulva, the folds between my pussy lips, and up and down my pussy slit.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck my butt now," I moaned out. I was no longer hesitant or afraid. I wanted the boy inside my butt.

Justin pulled his finger out of my ass, I felt more lubricant being poured on my anus, and could hear him put some on his cock. I felt the tip of his penis press against me.

"Go slow, baby, you promised to go slow," I told the boy. I became nervous again.

I felt Justin's hands on my back, caressing me. "Shhh, I know what to do, Natalie," he assured me. "Spread your ass apart for me."

I reached behind me and placed my hands on my butt cheeks and spread them apart. I made a grunting moan and my body jerked forward when I felt the tip of his cock enter me. Due to my sudden jerk forward, his penis slipped out.

"Relax, Natalie," he told me.

"Ok," I muttered.

Justin once again pressed the tip of his cock into me and I again made a grunting moan but I didn't move that time.

"Uhhh…God…uhh, baby…that's enough," I whined. His cock was only about two inches inside me.

"Does it hurt?" he asked and I could tell by his tone that he was concerned.

"No…no…just…I don't know…I'm just scared," I admitted.

Justin again told me to relax and assured me he would stop if I wanted him to. I told the boy to keep going. As Justin slowly penetrated my virgin butthole, I moved my hands off my butt and placed them over my head. I gripped the bed sheet tight once more as my head was turned to the side and my face buried in the pillow.

I was making odd grunting moans and even squealed a few times, odd meaning not the normal moans I made when I had sex, but I did not tell the boy to stop. It did not hurt like I assumed it would. It did feel uncomfortable but also pleasurable. It was a strange, tingling, pleasant sensation. I could feel my butthole stretching open.

I cried out to God loudly when Justin gave one firm push of his hips and his cock was fully inside me. It felt so deep in me and that last thrust gave me a great deal of pleasure. Justin then started to fuck my butt slowly.

"Uhh, God…uhh fuck…uhh fuck, baby," I moaned out as the boy slowly pulled his penis out of my butt so only the tip was inside me and then slowly pushed it back in.

My moans were of pleasure but also of surprise. I was surprised at how good it felt. When I had decided I wanted to try anal sex with Justin, I never imagined it would feel as enjoyable as it did. It was such an odd but pleasing feeling. I kept making grunting moans and saying the word fuck over and over.

I don't use strong curse words in everyday conversation and while I have used the word fuck during sex on occasion, more so with Justin, the word just came out of my mouth involuntarily. Maybe it was because what I was allowing the boy to do to me I always felt was taboo and dirty and yes even slutty.

The slutty feeling also bought out a desire in me. I have read, lectured about, and assigned to read to my students many, many books in my life of all different genres and some contained explicit sexual passages. I considered sodomy a submissive sexual act for the woman or man who was receiving it and the woman or man giving it to be the dominant partner.

One series of erotic novels I once read seemed to be somewhat of an inspiration for me at that moment. The books were written by Anne Rice under the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure. Her Sleeping Beauty Quartet. Of course, there were many things in the books that I found to be deviant, but others I found arousing. As Justin was fucking my butt, I felt this strong sexual urge for the boys to not only dominate me but to do something else to me.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me like a slut," I told the boy. "Treat me like a whore."

Justin must have been just as shocked as I was that those words came from my mouth because he stopped fucking me and pulled his cock from my ass.

"Put it back in, please put it back in," I told him, and sounded as if I was begging.

Justin didn't say anything and quickly recovered from his disbelief at my words. The boy reached down and grabbed my arms, pulled them behind my back, and held my wrists, pressed against my lower back, with one of his strong hands.

"Uhh, my God!" grunted out when the boy fully penetrated my butthole with a single powerful thrust.

Justin reached over my back, grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled hard. My head lifted off the bed and my back arched and I cried out to God once more in a loud whimper.

"Is this what you want, you old whore!" the boy said in a harsh tone. "You want that old asshole fucked by a young cock, don't you slut!"

"Yes…oh fuck…yes, please fuck me," I begged. I loudly whimpered again when Justin gave my hair a hard jerk.

"You're a nasty old bitch, aren't you? The boy sneered.

"Yes…yes," I replied. My voice was raspy from lustful arousal.

"Tell me, whore, tell me what you are," the boy taunted and pulled my hair harder.

"I'm a whore…oh God, I am such an old slut…please fuck me…fuck my ass, please!" I cried out in another loud whimper.

"You're my nasty old whore, aren't you bitch?" Justin said cruelly.

"Yes...ohh...yes...I'm your old, nasty whore! Please...please fuck your old whore's ass with your young cock!" I begged.

Justin let go of my hair and then gave my head a shove as it fell back to the bed. The boy then started to fuck me harder. I enjoyed when he fucked my pussy hard and sometimes violently, but I never would have thought I would get pleasure from having my butt fucked in that manner.

Justin, still holding my hands behind me, grabbed my waist with his other hand and started thrusting in and out of my ass hard and furiously. I was moaning, almost screaming, from the pleasure it was giving me, and grunting loudly with each thrust into my butthole.

The boy would pull out of me until just the tip was in me and then powerfully drive his cock deep into my ass. He was calling me a whore and a slut, he smacked my ass cheek hard at times, and he told me to tell him I was his old whore or old slut.

The combination of things I had never done before; anal sex, being dominated, the verbal humiliation, and all of it from a nineteen-year-old boy made me tremendously aroused. God, did it turn me on! To be used as the boy was using me and surrendering my body to him the way I was felt liberating in a way.

"Play with your pussy, you nasty old whore!" Justin commanded me as he let go of my wrist and then grabbed my hair again and pulled hard and my head lifted off the bed once more.

I immediately reached between my legs and inserted two and then a third finger inside my pussy. I was so wet that all three slid in easily.

I cried out to God once more as I fucked my pussy with my fingers. The feeling of my pussy being fucked by my fingers and my butt being fucked by Justin's cock felt wonderful and I started fucking myself harder. Justin kept fucking my butthole hard and I soon started timing my thrusting of my fingers with his thrusts into my ass.

I soon had an orgasm and what a glorious orgasm it was. My entire body seemed to tighten and my head was spinning with dizziness as I came. My moans from orgasmic bliss came out as a high-pitched squealing sound. My orgasm lasted longer than usual.

When my orgasm finally ended, I just wanted to collapse on the bed. I felt exhausted from that powerful orgasm. Justin, however, was not done. He let go of my hair, drove his cock deep into me again, and held it still as he slid a hand under my stomach to hold me up. The boy used his right hand to grab my hand, the one I was using to finger myself, and lifted my arm to my face.

"Fuck, look at that," he told me.

I looked at my hand. My fingers were slick and coated with thick, almost mucus-like fluid from my orgasm. Justin used his fingers to spread mine apart, and the sticky fluid stuck to my fingers and stretched between them.

"Lick them." He told me. "Lick up your pussy juice like the nasty slut you are." He pushed my hand to my mouth and I started licking and then sucking my fingers as the boy shoved them in my mouth. Justin chuckled and then let go of my hand.

I collapsed on the bed, lying on my stomach, my legs spread out, and my arms above my head. Justin lowered his body onto mine, causing me to grunt out from the weight of his body, and he started fucking me again. He soon moaned out he was going to cum, I liked when he would tell me he was going to orgasm.

"No…no, don't cum in my, please Justin," I told him.

Justin pulled out of me and quickly kneeled between my legs, started making masculine grunting moans, and I felt his warm, sticky fluid land on my butt and lower back. I also enjoyed listening to his moaning grunts when he orgasmed.

My need and desire to be dominated and treated like a whore was stated after we were finished, and Justin seemed to sense that. The boy lay next to me, both of us breathing heavily, and he used his fingers caressingly on my shoulder. I could feel the muscles in my butt tightening. I turned my head to face him. He was lying on his side and using his hand to prop his head up.

"I'm sorry, baby," I told him once I caught my breath. "I'm sorry I made you call me those names."

I felt embarrassed. I didn't feel embarrassed for myself or for what I asked the boy to do. I didn't feel embarrassed and ashamed of myself for enjoying the pleasure and arousal it gave me. I felt embarrassed for Justin.

I didn't feel shame for enjoying anything we did sexually. Well, not since the first few days of our affair. What we did made me feel good and gave me a great deal of pleasure. I didn't feel ashamed of myself for feeling the sexual gratification it gave me.

Justin smiled, leaned over, and lightly kissed my lips. "It's ok, Natalie. I didn't mind. But you do know that I don't see you that way, don't you? You know I don't think you're a slut."

I smiled again. "I know, baby, you don't have to tell me that." I did know he didn't see me that way, but it was nice to hear it.

"It was hot, though, wasn't it? It was so fucking hot and it turned me on so much," the boy said.

I giggled, and yes I giggled. I was not the type of woman who giggled much since I was younger, but I did then. "Yes, it was," I agreed.

By how Justin seemed to know what he was doing when it came to anal sex, the way he dominated me, and the verbal abuse he used; I suspected I was not the first woman he did that to. I never asked him because it was none of my business.

"Why didn't you want me to cum in your ass?" Justin asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. It just didn't seem like something people should do." And that was an honest response. I didn't know why I told him not to cum inside my butt.

Justin laughed at me.

"Now go wash yourself, baby," I told him," and use soap not just water, but first get me a warm cloth, please."

Justin grinned and did as I asked. He used the warm clothing to wipe his cum off of my body and then went to clean himself.

I knew we were going to have more sex that night and I knew I was going to use my mouth on his cock again. There was no way I was going to let him fuck my pussy and put my mouth on him after he had been in my butt. I didn't ask the boy to spend the night so we could just have sex a couple of times and go to sleep. I wanted him to fuck me, to make me cum over and over, to make our bodies slick with sweat, for him to exhaust me, and for my pussy to be sore.

Justin did just as I desired. He fucked me several times that night. He left me exhausted and he fucked me until my pussy was sore. I would use my mouth on his cock to get his hard again to fuck me some more, tasting the mixture of our sex and sweat. He fucked me in every position I knew there was and some I didn't know existed.

We made love, Justin fucked me, or I would get on top of him and fuck him. The last time we were having sex; the boy was taking so long to cum and fucking me with the vigor and endurance of his youth. I had to tell him to stop because my pussy felt raw and it hurt since my pussy stop excreting its natural lubricant. Justin suggested we use the lubricant and I had to tell him no. I just couldn't take it anymore. He didn't complain and I snuggled up to him and fell asleep quickly.

The next morning I woke up much later than usual and it was after ten in the morning. I only woke up because Justin woke me up when he came into the room carrying a serving tray. On the tray were a bowl of cut-up fruit, two pieces of buttered toast, and a glass of orange juice.

The boy was wearing just his underwear and his shirt. I saw he had an erection and turned my head from it. I wanted no part of it that morning. My body ached and my pussy was sore and my nipples still hurt from all the sucking, tweaking, and pinching.

"I was going to make coffee, but I couldn't figure out how to use that damn, fancy coffee make you have," he told me. I laughed.

I sat up in the bed, pulled the sheets over my naked chest, and Justin placed the tray over me. I laughed and thanked him for the breakfast. I was ravished and ate with relish. Justin lay on the bed and watched me eat and would occasionally pick a strawberry out of the bowl and eat it.

After I was done eating, I realized how damp my sheets were from the perspiration of our bodies and my butt was in a large wet spot that had built up from the constant sex. Justin took the tray and placed it on my nightstand, and looked at me.

"No," I told him. I knew what that gleam in his eyes meant. "I just can't, baby, I am too sore."

Justin got back in bed and moved closer to me and I moved to the other side of my king-sized bed until I was on the edge and had no other place to go. He moved with me, flinched a little when his body lay on the wet spot, and then took me in his arms.

"No, Justin, I just can't," I told him when he started kissing my neck.

"You didn't let me finish last night, Natalie," he whispered in my ear.

I didn't push him away, not because I was getting aroused, but because his kisses on my neck felt pleasant. "I can't, baby, I am serious. I am sorry I had to make you stop, but it was hurting me."

I did feel bad about that. I knew the boy wanted to cum and I stopped him and it made me feel bad. "How about if I use my mouth?" I suggested as if I was giving him a consolation prize.

Justin grinned. "Sure," he replied and rolled over on his back.

I winced when I moved due to my aching legs muscles and got between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. I did everything I could think of and knew to make him cum, but I couldn't. I sucked his cock, deep-throated it, and licked his scrotum while jerking him off. I even rimmed and stuck my tongue up his butthole; something that always seemed to make him orgasm faster.

I did get aroused, especially when I was licking and putting my tongue up his butt. The musky smell and taste of the night of sex and exertion turned me on. But my jaw started to ache when I was giving him a blowjob and then my hand got tired when I was giving him a handjob as I rimed his butthole.

"I just can't, baby, I'm sorry," I told him. And I was sincerely sorry. "If you really have to, maybe you can do it yourself?" I suggested.

"Only if you watch," Justin told me. I nodded.

I sat cross-legged between his legs and watched. Justin took the bottle of lubricant and spread some on his cock and started to masturbate. He had seen me do it often for him, but I never watched him. I never watched the other two men I had sex with do it.

Oh, I knew they did. I may not have done a lot of things sexually that people may consider taboo, but I was not a naive woman at all. I knew all men masturbated. I even knew my ex-husband did while we were married.

I never understood Justin's fascination with watching me masturbate until that moment. It was sexy and erotic. I liked watching his hand go up and down his cock and listening to his occasional moans. I liked seeing how he would stop sometimes and start again and how he would change the tempo of his hand movements. I not only found it arousing, but fascinating as well. But he still could not cum.

"Stop, baby, before you hurt yourself," I told him as I laughed.

Justin stopped and was breathing hard. "I just really need to cum," he told me.

I don't know if he was trying to make me feel sorry for him and trying to manipulate me into having sex. I am not an easily manipulated person and not gullible at all, but I felt sorry for him. Plus I was getting turned on when I was sucking his cock and rimming his butt and watching him jerk off. But I was honestly too sore to have sex, and I knew it would hurt if I tried. Even though I was aroused, my pussy was not wet enough for sex.

I gave an exasperated sigh. "You can put it in my butt," I suggested.

I sounded as if I was annoyed. I acted as if it was something I didn't want, but I kind of did. I wanted him inside me and my butt was not sore. I had enjoyed the anal sex we did, so why not?

Justin gave me a huge grin, and I just shook my head and rolled my eyes at his eagerness.

"Do it from behind again," I told him as I moved to get on my hands and knees. "I would like to try it other ways at some time, but my legs are just too sore to be shoved way up over my head like I know you will do." Justin chuckled at that. "Just not like last night," I told him.

Justin nodded and knew what I meant. I didn't want him to dominate me and treat me like a whore as I asked him to the night before.

Justin fucked me in my ass again and this time I let the boy cum inside me. Even though he did not ejaculate a large amount of cum because of all the sex we had before, it felt good to feel him cum inside my butt. The boy had no problem getting orgasmic release and came after about five minutes of fucking me. While I did not have an orgasm because I didn't touch my sore pussy or sore clit, it still felt good.

Once more, I was astonished at how pleasant it felt. It was not something I wanted to do all the time and we didn't, but when we did it gave me a great deal of pleasure, especially when I would fuck my pussy with my fingers or rub my clit to achieve an orgasm when getting my ass fucked. The orgasm was even better when Justing would use his fingers in my pussy or on my clit as he penetrated my butt.

After he finished, we lay in bed for a few more minutes, and I fell asleep once more, cuddling in his arms. I slept until a little after noon, and I hated myself for that. I felt I had wasted the entire day. Justin was gone but did leave me a sweet note telling me he had to go. I didn't mind he was not there when I woke up and was rather relieved that he was not.

I had thoroughly enjoyed my first night with Justin spending the night and was looking forward to many other such nights. Even though it was a Sunday, I had things around the house I needed to get done that day, and later, I was meeting some of my former colleagues for our monthly dinner.

The first thing I did before I took a shower was change my sheets. Before I got into the shower, I looked in the mirror at myself.

My hair was all disheveled and I saw flakes of dried cum in several areas in my hair. There was dried cum on parts of my body and I briefly wondered how it got there.

I noticed bruises on my inner thighs, buttocks, and upper arms caused by Justin's rough but blissful manhandling of me. Then I cursed aloud when I saw the boy had left a hickey on my upper left breast and my neck.

After my shower and when I was putting on my makeup, I did the best I could to hide the hickey on my neck, but it was still noticeable. I decided if I was asked, I would just use the old "curling iron incident" as an excuse.

I was asked about it by Vanessa Lawrence, the Dean of Admissions at the college I retired from.

"Oh, that. I spent all night making passionate love with my nineteen-year-old lover, and he must have done that," I told them nonchalantly.

They laughed, and the subject was dropped. Sometimes, the truth is more unbelievable than a lie.