1. Mavis


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: Djinnrummy, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    her thighs and fucked her. I felt her vagina spasm each time I did this, and I became adept at keeping her on the boil without actually getting to the point of no return. The trouble with being so clever is that sometimes I spend too much time seeing how long she can last without thinking about how long I can last. On that particular occasion, it was forty minutes. I'd had to stand up, get her on top of the table, and fuck her, hard. She squealed, she bucked, and she came, at exactly the same moment as me. We were having lunch when Mavis asked me if I had been shocked when she'd first shown that she wanted to fuck with me. I was surprised by the question and said so. "Shocked, why should I be shocked? You used to have sex often and now you aren't getting any; I also want to have regular sex and have failed miserably. I gave you what you wanted and you certainly gave what I wanted, Should I be shocked at my behaviour? "Mavis, you'll never know just how grateful I am that you felt randy enough to act on your desire for sex. If you'll let me I'll fuck you at every opportunity I get, and I'll do my utmost to make as many opportunities as I can possibly manage." Mavis dragged me onto the floor, sat astride me, grasped my cock and fed it into her, still moist, vagina and then fucked me, she copied the technique I'd used on her on the barstool. It's good, but very tiring. That was a month ago, but now the cellar is empty. I'm never going to ask her what her husband died of, because ...
    I think I know. Two months after our first meeting, Mavis asked me if I'd accompany her on a viewing day. She had organized an estate agency to show her around four apartments and a two bedroom detached house. She wanted me for company, and as an advisor on practicalities of upkeep. The apartments were awful. The house was wonderful. It was the gatehouse to what had been a large manor house, and because it had just come on the market, it had not been readied for viewing, but it would be worth visiting to determine if it had possibilities. It had possibilities. It was a lovely little house just within the original estate grounds. It was the only house within a half-mile radius, so no noisy, or nosy, neighbours. The house had belonged to the owner of the manor house. He'd had to sell the manor to cover death duties, but he'd had the foresight to separate the gatehouse, and four thousand square metres of land behind it, from the estate. The house and land was to one side of the carriage driveway. He'd lived in the gatehouse until his death, which was caused by a sudden heart attack, and as his only living relative didn't want the house, it was up for sale. Peace, solitude, and privacy, everything Mavis could want, including only thirty minutes from town. She would actually get more solitude than would normally be the case because the manor house, which was to become a hotel and conference centre, burnt down after some unknown workman did something silly with a blow torch. At the ...
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