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"This is Eleanor," Stefan began with a sweep of his hand, stepping toward me rather awkwardly; the bare erection in his shorts undoubtedly rubbing sensitively on the cloth.
Eleanor's hand remained delicately in mine, "Nice to finally meet you, Sharon," she said, her sapphire-blue eyes locked determinedly on my own.
Her face was slim, the cheek bones defined and high, and her nose was slender; all features just like my own. Enviously, unlike myself, her lined skin sported a gentle bronzed tan to it. With her deep eye sockets and fair eyebrows, which angled downwardly at the centre, Eleanor emitted a distinctly vampish impression despite her relaxed demeanour.
So strong was her presence, it would have felt disrespectful to have looked away to Stefan.
I could not help but notice that despite the inevitability of lines with age, the crows feet were subtle in her complexion, perhaps more akin to the footprints of a domestic house sparrow. The soft flesh below them had feint lines also, and there was little discolouration, perhaps just a slight darkening, whereas beneath my own eyes there seemed to be permanent dark discolouring, despite the complete smoothness of my skin, undoubtedly due to my permanent state of stress.
Finally, Eleanor let her hand fall, before taking a seat on sofa, her tan coloured hold-ups contrasting against the powder-blue upholstery, whilst picking out the minimalistic gold swirl pattern.
I had only been into Stefan's house a handful of times, when Sarah and myself were still good friends. The decor hadn't really changed since their relationship had ended, which indicated that Stefan had certainly been the main influence on the tasteful furnishing, and felt no need to change when they separated.
Despite the closed curtains, the room remained bright with the two well-lit ceiling lamps at either end, whilst the four chrome, wall-mounted uplighter's, two on opposite walls, remained dormant, against the comforting, warm pale grey paint.
The longest wall was still adorned with white open shelves, and a myriad of books from countless paperback's, to large reference ones, primarily on paintings and photography.
A couple of table lamps, with their rounded, contoured glass bases stood on small light wooden side tables, whilst two powder-blue wing back chairs were opposite the sofa in adjacent corners.
A few small items of clothing clung to one, evidently deposited hurriedly without care or thought, I figured.
Eleanor now patted the cushion next to her, motioning for me to join her.
A look of confusion, perhaps slight fearfulness must have been etched into my face, but Stefan gave me a reassuring nod.
Eleanor crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to rise revealing the broad band of patterned laced material at the top of the hold-ups.
"I have heard a great deal about you, Sharon," she smiled, causing her face to soften remarkably, as she glanced to Stefan.
"All good I hope," I stammered nervously, realising both of my arms were crossed tightly over my stomach, like an armoured belt.
"You have no concerns, all very good," she replied patting my leg, giving a friendly smile.
I looked to Stefan, my arms till crossed defensively as I sat, "so what have you been saying?" I asked with a sickly nervous grin, acutely aware that he had been talking about me to someone I had never met, or even heard of.
"This young man thinks a great deal of you," Eleanor interrupted, "I just wish he was bold enough to follow through his thoughts," she continued intriguingly.
A little confusion know fogged my head.
"If he thinks so much of me, why is he here having sex with you," I replied, my tone a touch more defensive than it had meant to sound.
Stefan's face dropped to the floor, abashed.
"Don't be so silly, Stefan," Eleanor began, looking to him, "this lovely young man was lacking confidence after his relationship ended with the seemingly charming Sarah, and so I took him under my wing, so as to speak."
"Under your hips you mean," I said, starting to feel agitated that this beautiful older woman had stolen the man I desired, "and how do you know so much about Sarah?"
Eleanor ran her fingers through her shoulder length blonde curls, then paused.
"I own the printing business where Stefan works," she began, "as you may or may not know, we a are small company with seven staff. Stefan is a team-leader and in charge of printing."
"Oh," I exclaimed somewhat embarrassed at my own aggressiveness, "it never occurred that you worked together, I just assumed he had a new girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" she laughed, "I am fifty-eight years of age, a tad old to be his girlfriend. I am merely restoring his confidence," she added, with a firm, dismissively reassuring tone.
I looked to Stefan, whose gaze has risen from the floor. A sheepish, uncertain smile was across his face, and I noticed the swelling in his shorts had reduced significantly, which was not surprising given the new dynamics of the room.
Eleanor carefully escort gaziantep bayanlar (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escortlari) placed a hand my knee and smiled. The touch was almost reassuring despite the flutter of apprehension in my chest.
"I am doing this for the both of you," Eleanor began, glancing to us both.
"I don't think so," I blurted out aggressively, lifting her hand from my leg.
She placed it back down, ignoring my words and action.
"What Sarah did to Stefan was rather mean," she continued, "treating him like that."
"Yes, going behind his back with another guy was a horrible thing to do to him," I agreed.
He looked at me rather coyly, the memory still exceptionally uncomfortable.
Eleanor now began to stroke my leg, up to the risen hem of my dress. I shifted, but before I could speak she continued.
"Sarah not only went behind his back, but took the trouble to also inform him that her new lover had a larger penis also."
The caress of Eleanor's continued stroking of my leg now provided a perverse sense of comfort on hearing the pain he must have suffered from one of my friend's.
"Oh Stefan, I'm so sorry, I really am, what a bitch. I'm so sorry I once called her a friend," I practically begged, in a tone desperate for forgiveness, as I brought my hands to my mouth in despair.
He reassured me that all was fine, and I had nothing to apologise for, as her actions and words were hers alone.
Eleanor continued to stroke my pale flesh, her fingers immaculately adorned with light marshmallow-pink pearlescent nails, now slipped beneath the hem of the dress. I did not move.
Eleanor continued, looking to Stefan, "so during our lunch breaks at work, and occasionally during the working day we had some very, very long talks, to the detriment of the work in the print shop, to bolster your confidence haven't we?"
"We have," he replied, placing both hands on his hips with remarkable reassurance.
"I'd have given you all the confidence you need," I implored, my heart aching with compassion, "why didn't you tell me?"
He went to speak, but Eleanor raised a hand, stopping his words.
Eleanor's finger's continued to discretely stroke my leg, and although I had never felt any true desire for sexual experimentation with another female, her staggering self-assuredness left me nonplussed.
"All of our confidence building talks, and they were indeed many, many, hours, was for the benefit of yourself, Sharon," she said.
"From what I saw through the curtain, you've had a few benefits yourself," I snapped jealously, feeling my cheeks begin to flush red.
Stefan stepped forward, stooping down to me, before Eleanor could speak.
"Sharon, this is only the first time we have had intercourse. I promise," he implored, which seemed an usual statement given our platonic friendship.
"It's entirely my fault, Sharon," Eleanor began, "I have given so much time to bolstering his confidence, for the both of you, that I felt I was rightly owed some substantial recompense, and so I arrived here and took things that much further."
I blushed with a certain amount of pride, but pangs of jealousy still hammered through my chest.
Then there came a moment of total silence, as Eleanor allowed me to process this information, skilfully identifying I would see a form of gratitude to herself within it.
Her hands stroked my leg little higher, and before I could react her voice delicately commanded Stefan to take off his shorts.
In my chest, my heart hammered with anticipation, but also the absurdity of the situation.
"No, you don't need to," I implored, "please don't humiliate yourself."
He smiled and undid the button and the zip.
I could not take my eyes from the light tan material, whilst Eleanor's fingers now moved further under the bottle green material of my dress, and began to caress the inside of my thighs.
Without thinking, my gaze fixed upon Stefan's shorts, I parted my legs slightly, giving her hand more movement.
"Oh my Sharon," she whispered into my ear, "you like this don't you?"
I nodded, without averting my eyes from Stefan, suddenly desperate to see his cock, and to feel her fingers nails clawing at the cotton of my panties.
Eleanor nodded to Stefan, and my legs opened a little further as he slid his shorts to floor, stepping from them.
I could not take my eyes from the completely shaven area, the flaccid, shrunken circumsised penis, nestling cozily above a large pair of smooth balls.
Eleanor's palm brushed against my inner thigh as two of her fingers now probed against the hot gusset of my panties. I gave an involuntary gasp.
"Before Stefan and myself had our talks, he would only ever have dreamed of this action," she began, "stripped and flaccid before you."
"It wouldn't have concerned you, would it Stefan?" I replied, realising my breath was short as Eleanor's finger tips began to seek my clitoris through the material.
"I wouldn't, Sharon," eskort bayan gaziantep (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-eskort) he began, "I was, and still am a little ashamed of my limp size,"
Stefan's cock was definitely beginning to lengthen as I observed it.
"What a silly thing to think," I added with soft reassurance, "you men are all the same," I tutted, rolling my eyes jokingly.
There was a slight tug on the elastic at the gusset of my panties, and the pull on my pubic hair gave sufficient warning as Eleanor attempted to slip a finger through.
I began to close my legs slowly.
Startled, she slipped her finger back outside of the cotton material, at which I parted may thighs once again, allowing the fingertip to massage at the region of my swollen clitoris with small circular motions.
"Oh fuck," I gasped.
"Come closer, Stefan," Eleanor said in a hushed tone, still maintaining her increasingly successful exploration between my thighs.
His penis was now thickening proportionately as it lengthened, and I gently bit my bottom lip without thinking, at the sight of his handsome member.
As Eleanor's massaging became slower and firmer I wiggled my bum, so as to move forward slightly, slipping the dress higher, and allowing her easier access to my wanton exterior.
"Oh my, Sharon," she said aloud, "you are like velvet on a hot summer evening."
I bit my lip hard, and screwed up my eyes as her finger moved round and around, the dampness from my pussy soaking into the cloth.
"You are getting very wet," she said slyly, "and you've made Stefan very hard too."
"Have I?" I queried, "he was hard before I arrived," I stated jealously.
"I could measure him again if you'd like, to see if you've made him any bigger. He was just the merest fraction under seven-inches, to all intents and purposes, he is seven inches, along the top, and that's what counts because its the part which fits inside," she giggled.
Her talk was now reducing Stefan to a mere sex object and it was beginning to irritate me. What did she really know about him, socially, I thought to myself? I had known him for quite some years.
"I want you to touch Stefan's cock. Would you like that?" she asked, pushing harder still on the region of my increasingly sensitive clitoris, the surrounding untrimmed pussy hair pulling painfully, but surprisingly pleasurably, at its roots.
I squirmed with pleasure, my eyes fixed on his now fully erect cock, with the slight sheen of Eleanor's pussy juice still drying upon it. The deep reddish head was swollen, and almost glowed, so tight was the flesh covering it.
"My god, yes," I panted.
"Be careful though, see how much he likes you."
"I can see that," I murmured, reaching out to his pelvic region with my arms.
"He didn't finish before. Remember you interrupted us both?" came her warning hiss.
She continued to stir at my panties, causing my hips to jolt involuntarily, but that was now of no concern, as one of my hands reached under Stefan's sac and took the weight in it's palm.
He gasped at my touch.
"Oh Stefan, your balls are so hot" I gushed, as I caressed them with my fingertips, before allowing the fingers of my free hand to encircle the hot flesh of the shaft, still sticky with Eleanor's natural vaginal secretions.
Stefan moaned my name, sending my hips and pussy into a series of brief involuntary spasms.
How long had I waited to hear my name pass through his lips with intimacy? I could no longer recall.
Whenever he had socialised, with Sarah, myself and that lousy dead-beat ex-husband of mine, a little flutter had always controlled my heart as my name left his lips, but this was just so much more intense.
As my fingers slowly and deliberately brushed up and own the circumsised cock, his hips began to judder and a thick tear drop of pre-cum exuded from the urethra, rolling laboriously under the glans, before hanging like a thread of glass, and finally coming to lay on my wrist.
Leaning forward I allowed my tongue to lap up the sticky ooze from his cock, the tang electrifying my taste buds.
Suddenly his legs went tense, and his buttocks clenched, as the flat of his stomach began to convulse in time to the throbbing in my hand.
His shaft pulsed as I continued the back and forth sweep of my hand upon his enraged penis, my own flesh stimulating all the densely packed highly-sensitive nerve endings.
"Oh Sharon," he cried out.
"Cum for me Stefan," I pleaded, throwing my head back, looking into his eyes and exposing my neck, which was suddenly lashed violently with a scalding stream of viscous liquid.
He yelled my name simultaneously with each eruption, as the semen pumped from the dilated urethra and arced through the air, splattering and ruining my favourite dark green dress.
The shaft attempted to jump frenziedly, but I maintained my hold, using the dribbles of spunk as a lubricant, to pump him harder and faster still.
His knees appeared to give gaziantep bayan eskort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-eskort-bayan) slightly as I worked the shaft, and felt rivulets of hot semen slithering from my collar bone and small of my neck, onto my chest, the heat soaking into the dress fabric. I was no longer aware of Eleanor's finger on my pussy, as my undivided attention was placed on Stefan's orgasm, where each buck of the shaft spewed a fountain of his beautiful semen at my body, until the rhythmic involuntary reflexes began to subside, and the merest trickles of spunk would only show after I had gripped him tight, squeezing the residual liquid up his length.
His gasping slowed to deep purposeful breathing, as I looked into his wonderful, semi-closed eyes, and slowly slid my hand from his still firm cock.
He took my hand and leant down to kiss it, his eyes fixing upon my own, as his soft lips puckered over the cum which had settled on it.
I watched mesmerised as his tongue protruded, his gaze locked onto mine, and slowly licked his spunk from my knuckles.
"Fuck. That has to be one of the hottest things I've ever seen," Eleanor gasped, withdrawing her hand suddenly from between my legs.
Stefan leant down, his hands cupping my face. I mimicked his action, and as our lips brushed together, the beautiful tang of his semen passed from his own lips to mine, where an audible sigh left my partially opened mouth.
I held his head there, letting our respective open mouths appreciate the presence of the other, before he brought those magnificently, soft and velveteen lips to my cheek, planting several delicate kisses on it.
"I'm sorry it had to be this way," he whispered, so softly I could barely hear the apology, as I now ran my hands over his broad gentle shoulders and down his arms until our hands met at my face.
Without warning, Eleanor's voice irritatingly interrupted this moment of intimacy I was revelling in, "I missed out on that, but there is still time owed," she giggled.
My eyes looked away from Stefan's in a gesture of annoyance at her, and he gave my lip a playful bite of acknowledgement.
Inwardly, I cursed her tactless interruption of the moment.
Stefan let go of my face, and turned to Eleanor, who now placed a hand upon one of his buttocks, her spread fingers softly squeezing it.
"Yes, there is time owed" he acknowledged, turning his hips, and allowing her transfixed gaze to devour his erect cock.
I studied her face, and knew she was desperate to taste him, so I gently reached up and held his shaft.
Eleanor looked to me, her eyes resting on my own.
"Would you like to suck him, Eleanor", I whispered tentatively, gently pulling Stefan to her face.
She turned, her narrowing eyes seemingly smiling to my own, "not today Sharon my sweetheart, your arrival denied me, so I'm taking what I'm due," she replied, as her blouse slid from her small tanned shoulders, revealing those beautifully perky breasts in full, before she leant forwards allowing her her tongue to slowly run around the rim of the Stefan's cock.
Momentarily it throbbed in my fingers, as he drew a sudden short, sharp breath.
Admittedly, I was somewhat surprised at how stiff he still was, as my personal experience led me to think all men went soft and lost interest after they had ejaculated.
Eleanor removed my hand from his shaft, carefully placing it on my leg.
Stefan looked to me.
I smiled back, the fake encouragement plainly visible, as a fireball of jealousy rose from my stomach and into my chest.
Eleanor now stood, asking me to unhook her skirt, which I did so, as she placed her free hand upon Stefan's shoulder and kissed him.
The skirt dropped to the floor, revealing her well formed pale buttocks, which sagged slightly with her age, and displayed dimples of cellulite. My eyes remain fixed on her bum, and the tops of her legs, noting how the hold-ups gripped her flesh tightly, generating minor of ridges above them.
She stepped to the centre of the floor, her ass cheeks wobbling invitingly, her hand still on Stefan's shoulder. She turned to face him, allowing my eyes to view her untrimmed and fully natural dark blonde bush, and his hard cock cradled in her free palm, only inches from her desperately deprived pussy.
Carefully she let go, then lay herself on the carpet, before unashamedly parting her legs, to display her pink interior to him and myself.
He knelt, placing his arms either side of her shoulders, as she reached down to his pelvis, taking his length in her hand and guided him to the opening of her glistening pussy.
They both gasped as I watched the glans slide into her pubic hair, before becoming enveloped by the greedy labia, as he slowly sank all the way into her vagina, his balls crushing against her buttocks, as their bodies became one.
She wrapped her legs around his back so tightly he coughed at the expulsion of air from his lungs.
"Stay deep," she commanded and I watched his hips and buttocks begin to rock slowly, causing her to gasp and moan, as her eyes rolled in her head.
"Oh Stefan," she gasped "this feels wonderful, how have you kept this from me?"
Her beautiful nails contrasted with his tanned flesh where they bit into his back, as she pulled his lower torso as close to her as possible, yet I couldn't help but notice his arms remained locked, maintaining a gap between their chest and faces.
Eleanor's hand remained delicately in mine, "Nice to finally meet you, Sharon," she said, her sapphire-blue eyes locked determinedly on my own.
Her face was slim, the cheek bones defined and high, and her nose was slender; all features just like my own. Enviously, unlike myself, her lined skin sported a gentle bronzed tan to it. With her deep eye sockets and fair eyebrows, which angled downwardly at the centre, Eleanor emitted a distinctly vampish impression despite her relaxed demeanour.
So strong was her presence, it would have felt disrespectful to have looked away to Stefan.
I could not help but notice that despite the inevitability of lines with age, the crows feet were subtle in her complexion, perhaps more akin to the footprints of a domestic house sparrow. The soft flesh below them had feint lines also, and there was little discolouration, perhaps just a slight darkening, whereas beneath my own eyes there seemed to be permanent dark discolouring, despite the complete smoothness of my skin, undoubtedly due to my permanent state of stress.
Finally, Eleanor let her hand fall, before taking a seat on sofa, her tan coloured hold-ups contrasting against the powder-blue upholstery, whilst picking out the minimalistic gold swirl pattern.
I had only been into Stefan's house a handful of times, when Sarah and myself were still good friends. The decor hadn't really changed since their relationship had ended, which indicated that Stefan had certainly been the main influence on the tasteful furnishing, and felt no need to change when they separated.
Despite the closed curtains, the room remained bright with the two well-lit ceiling lamps at either end, whilst the four chrome, wall-mounted uplighter's, two on opposite walls, remained dormant, against the comforting, warm pale grey paint.
The longest wall was still adorned with white open shelves, and a myriad of books from countless paperback's, to large reference ones, primarily on paintings and photography.
A couple of table lamps, with their rounded, contoured glass bases stood on small light wooden side tables, whilst two powder-blue wing back chairs were opposite the sofa in adjacent corners.
A few small items of clothing clung to one, evidently deposited hurriedly without care or thought, I figured.
Eleanor now patted the cushion next to her, motioning for me to join her.
A look of confusion, perhaps slight fearfulness must have been etched into my face, but Stefan gave me a reassuring nod.
Eleanor crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to rise revealing the broad band of patterned laced material at the top of the hold-ups.
"I have heard a great deal about you, Sharon," she smiled, causing her face to soften remarkably, as she glanced to Stefan.
"All good I hope," I stammered nervously, realising both of my arms were crossed tightly over my stomach, like an armoured belt.
"You have no concerns, all very good," she replied patting my leg, giving a friendly smile.
I looked to Stefan, my arms till crossed defensively as I sat, "so what have you been saying?" I asked with a sickly nervous grin, acutely aware that he had been talking about me to someone I had never met, or even heard of.
"This young man thinks a great deal of you," Eleanor interrupted, "I just wish he was bold enough to follow through his thoughts," she continued intriguingly.
A little confusion know fogged my head.
"If he thinks so much of me, why is he here having sex with you," I replied, my tone a touch more defensive than it had meant to sound.
Stefan's face dropped to the floor, abashed.
"Don't be so silly, Stefan," Eleanor began, looking to him, "this lovely young man was lacking confidence after his relationship ended with the seemingly charming Sarah, and so I took him under my wing, so as to speak."
"Under your hips you mean," I said, starting to feel agitated that this beautiful older woman had stolen the man I desired, "and how do you know so much about Sarah?"
Eleanor ran her fingers through her shoulder length blonde curls, then paused.
"I own the printing business where Stefan works," she began, "as you may or may not know, we a are small company with seven staff. Stefan is a team-leader and in charge of printing."
"Oh," I exclaimed somewhat embarrassed at my own aggressiveness, "it never occurred that you worked together, I just assumed he had a new girlfriend."
"Girlfriend?" she laughed, "I am fifty-eight years of age, a tad old to be his girlfriend. I am merely restoring his confidence," she added, with a firm, dismissively reassuring tone.
I looked to Stefan, whose gaze has risen from the floor. A sheepish, uncertain smile was across his face, and I noticed the swelling in his shorts had reduced significantly, which was not surprising given the new dynamics of the room.
Eleanor carefully escort gaziantep bayanlar (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-escortlari) placed a hand my knee and smiled. The touch was almost reassuring despite the flutter of apprehension in my chest.
"I am doing this for the both of you," Eleanor began, glancing to us both.
"I don't think so," I blurted out aggressively, lifting her hand from my leg.
She placed it back down, ignoring my words and action.
"What Sarah did to Stefan was rather mean," she continued, "treating him like that."
"Yes, going behind his back with another guy was a horrible thing to do to him," I agreed.
He looked at me rather coyly, the memory still exceptionally uncomfortable.
Eleanor now began to stroke my leg, up to the risen hem of my dress. I shifted, but before I could speak she continued.
"Sarah not only went behind his back, but took the trouble to also inform him that her new lover had a larger penis also."
The caress of Eleanor's continued stroking of my leg now provided a perverse sense of comfort on hearing the pain he must have suffered from one of my friend's.
"Oh Stefan, I'm so sorry, I really am, what a bitch. I'm so sorry I once called her a friend," I practically begged, in a tone desperate for forgiveness, as I brought my hands to my mouth in despair.
He reassured me that all was fine, and I had nothing to apologise for, as her actions and words were hers alone.
Eleanor continued to stroke my pale flesh, her fingers immaculately adorned with light marshmallow-pink pearlescent nails, now slipped beneath the hem of the dress. I did not move.
Eleanor continued, looking to Stefan, "so during our lunch breaks at work, and occasionally during the working day we had some very, very long talks, to the detriment of the work in the print shop, to bolster your confidence haven't we?"
"We have," he replied, placing both hands on his hips with remarkable reassurance.
"I'd have given you all the confidence you need," I implored, my heart aching with compassion, "why didn't you tell me?"
He went to speak, but Eleanor raised a hand, stopping his words.
Eleanor's finger's continued to discretely stroke my leg, and although I had never felt any true desire for sexual experimentation with another female, her staggering self-assuredness left me nonplussed.
"All of our confidence building talks, and they were indeed many, many, hours, was for the benefit of yourself, Sharon," she said.
"From what I saw through the curtain, you've had a few benefits yourself," I snapped jealously, feeling my cheeks begin to flush red.
Stefan stepped forward, stooping down to me, before Eleanor could speak.
"Sharon, this is only the first time we have had intercourse. I promise," he implored, which seemed an usual statement given our platonic friendship.
"It's entirely my fault, Sharon," Eleanor began, "I have given so much time to bolstering his confidence, for the both of you, that I felt I was rightly owed some substantial recompense, and so I arrived here and took things that much further."
I blushed with a certain amount of pride, but pangs of jealousy still hammered through my chest.
Then there came a moment of total silence, as Eleanor allowed me to process this information, skilfully identifying I would see a form of gratitude to herself within it.
Her hands stroked my leg little higher, and before I could react her voice delicately commanded Stefan to take off his shorts.
In my chest, my heart hammered with anticipation, but also the absurdity of the situation.
"No, you don't need to," I implored, "please don't humiliate yourself."
He smiled and undid the button and the zip.
I could not take my eyes from the light tan material, whilst Eleanor's fingers now moved further under the bottle green material of my dress, and began to caress the inside of my thighs.
Without thinking, my gaze fixed upon Stefan's shorts, I parted my legs slightly, giving her hand more movement.
"Oh my Sharon," she whispered into my ear, "you like this don't you?"
I nodded, without averting my eyes from Stefan, suddenly desperate to see his cock, and to feel her fingers nails clawing at the cotton of my panties.
Eleanor nodded to Stefan, and my legs opened a little further as he slid his shorts to floor, stepping from them.
I could not take my eyes from the completely shaven area, the flaccid, shrunken circumsised penis, nestling cozily above a large pair of smooth balls.
Eleanor's palm brushed against my inner thigh as two of her fingers now probed against the hot gusset of my panties. I gave an involuntary gasp.
"Before Stefan and myself had our talks, he would only ever have dreamed of this action," she began, "stripped and flaccid before you."
"It wouldn't have concerned you, would it Stefan?" I replied, realising my breath was short as Eleanor's finger tips began to seek my clitoris through the material.
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Stefan's cock was definitely beginning to lengthen as I observed it.
"What a silly thing to think," I added with soft reassurance, "you men are all the same," I tutted, rolling my eyes jokingly.
There was a slight tug on the elastic at the gusset of my panties, and the pull on my pubic hair gave sufficient warning as Eleanor attempted to slip a finger through.
I began to close my legs slowly.
Startled, she slipped her finger back outside of the cotton material, at which I parted may thighs once again, allowing the fingertip to massage at the region of my swollen clitoris with small circular motions.
"Oh fuck," I gasped.
"Come closer, Stefan," Eleanor said in a hushed tone, still maintaining her increasingly successful exploration between my thighs.
His penis was now thickening proportionately as it lengthened, and I gently bit my bottom lip without thinking, at the sight of his handsome member.
As Eleanor's massaging became slower and firmer I wiggled my bum, so as to move forward slightly, slipping the dress higher, and allowing her easier access to my wanton exterior.
"Oh my, Sharon," she said aloud, "you are like velvet on a hot summer evening."
I bit my lip hard, and screwed up my eyes as her finger moved round and around, the dampness from my pussy soaking into the cloth.
"You are getting very wet," she said slyly, "and you've made Stefan very hard too."
"Have I?" I queried, "he was hard before I arrived," I stated jealously.
"I could measure him again if you'd like, to see if you've made him any bigger. He was just the merest fraction under seven-inches, to all intents and purposes, he is seven inches, along the top, and that's what counts because its the part which fits inside," she giggled.
Her talk was now reducing Stefan to a mere sex object and it was beginning to irritate me. What did she really know about him, socially, I thought to myself? I had known him for quite some years.
"I want you to touch Stefan's cock. Would you like that?" she asked, pushing harder still on the region of my increasingly sensitive clitoris, the surrounding untrimmed pussy hair pulling painfully, but surprisingly pleasurably, at its roots.
I squirmed with pleasure, my eyes fixed on his now fully erect cock, with the slight sheen of Eleanor's pussy juice still drying upon it. The deep reddish head was swollen, and almost glowed, so tight was the flesh covering it.
"My god, yes," I panted.
"Be careful though, see how much he likes you."
"I can see that," I murmured, reaching out to his pelvic region with my arms.
"He didn't finish before. Remember you interrupted us both?" came her warning hiss.
She continued to stir at my panties, causing my hips to jolt involuntarily, but that was now of no concern, as one of my hands reached under Stefan's sac and took the weight in it's palm.
He gasped at my touch.
"Oh Stefan, your balls are so hot" I gushed, as I caressed them with my fingertips, before allowing the fingers of my free hand to encircle the hot flesh of the shaft, still sticky with Eleanor's natural vaginal secretions.
Stefan moaned my name, sending my hips and pussy into a series of brief involuntary spasms.
How long had I waited to hear my name pass through his lips with intimacy? I could no longer recall.
Whenever he had socialised, with Sarah, myself and that lousy dead-beat ex-husband of mine, a little flutter had always controlled my heart as my name left his lips, but this was just so much more intense.
As my fingers slowly and deliberately brushed up and own the circumsised cock, his hips began to judder and a thick tear drop of pre-cum exuded from the urethra, rolling laboriously under the glans, before hanging like a thread of glass, and finally coming to lay on my wrist.
Leaning forward I allowed my tongue to lap up the sticky ooze from his cock, the tang electrifying my taste buds.
Suddenly his legs went tense, and his buttocks clenched, as the flat of his stomach began to convulse in time to the throbbing in my hand.
His shaft pulsed as I continued the back and forth sweep of my hand upon his enraged penis, my own flesh stimulating all the densely packed highly-sensitive nerve endings.
"Oh Sharon," he cried out.
"Cum for me Stefan," I pleaded, throwing my head back, looking into his eyes and exposing my neck, which was suddenly lashed violently with a scalding stream of viscous liquid.
He yelled my name simultaneously with each eruption, as the semen pumped from the dilated urethra and arced through the air, splattering and ruining my favourite dark green dress.
The shaft attempted to jump frenziedly, but I maintained my hold, using the dribbles of spunk as a lubricant, to pump him harder and faster still.
His knees appeared to give gaziantep bayan eskort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-eskort-bayan) slightly as I worked the shaft, and felt rivulets of hot semen slithering from my collar bone and small of my neck, onto my chest, the heat soaking into the dress fabric. I was no longer aware of Eleanor's finger on my pussy, as my undivided attention was placed on Stefan's orgasm, where each buck of the shaft spewed a fountain of his beautiful semen at my body, until the rhythmic involuntary reflexes began to subside, and the merest trickles of spunk would only show after I had gripped him tight, squeezing the residual liquid up his length.
His gasping slowed to deep purposeful breathing, as I looked into his wonderful, semi-closed eyes, and slowly slid my hand from his still firm cock.
He took my hand and leant down to kiss it, his eyes fixing upon my own, as his soft lips puckered over the cum which had settled on it.
I watched mesmerised as his tongue protruded, his gaze locked onto mine, and slowly licked his spunk from my knuckles.
"Fuck. That has to be one of the hottest things I've ever seen," Eleanor gasped, withdrawing her hand suddenly from between my legs.
Stefan leant down, his hands cupping my face. I mimicked his action, and as our lips brushed together, the beautiful tang of his semen passed from his own lips to mine, where an audible sigh left my partially opened mouth.
I held his head there, letting our respective open mouths appreciate the presence of the other, before he brought those magnificently, soft and velveteen lips to my cheek, planting several delicate kisses on it.
"I'm sorry it had to be this way," he whispered, so softly I could barely hear the apology, as I now ran my hands over his broad gentle shoulders and down his arms until our hands met at my face.
Without warning, Eleanor's voice irritatingly interrupted this moment of intimacy I was revelling in, "I missed out on that, but there is still time owed," she giggled.
My eyes looked away from Stefan's in a gesture of annoyance at her, and he gave my lip a playful bite of acknowledgement.
Inwardly, I cursed her tactless interruption of the moment.
Stefan let go of my face, and turned to Eleanor, who now placed a hand upon one of his buttocks, her spread fingers softly squeezing it.
"Yes, there is time owed" he acknowledged, turning his hips, and allowing her transfixed gaze to devour his erect cock.
I studied her face, and knew she was desperate to taste him, so I gently reached up and held his shaft.
Eleanor looked to me, her eyes resting on my own.
"Would you like to suck him, Eleanor", I whispered tentatively, gently pulling Stefan to her face.
She turned, her narrowing eyes seemingly smiling to my own, "not today Sharon my sweetheart, your arrival denied me, so I'm taking what I'm due," she replied, as her blouse slid from her small tanned shoulders, revealing those beautifully perky breasts in full, before she leant forwards allowing her her tongue to slowly run around the rim of the Stefan's cock.
Momentarily it throbbed in my fingers, as he drew a sudden short, sharp breath.
Admittedly, I was somewhat surprised at how stiff he still was, as my personal experience led me to think all men went soft and lost interest after they had ejaculated.
Eleanor removed my hand from his shaft, carefully placing it on my leg.
Stefan looked to me.
I smiled back, the fake encouragement plainly visible, as a fireball of jealousy rose from my stomach and into my chest.
Eleanor now stood, asking me to unhook her skirt, which I did so, as she placed her free hand upon Stefan's shoulder and kissed him.
The skirt dropped to the floor, revealing her well formed pale buttocks, which sagged slightly with her age, and displayed dimples of cellulite. My eyes remain fixed on her bum, and the tops of her legs, noting how the hold-ups gripped her flesh tightly, generating minor of ridges above them.
She stepped to the centre of the floor, her ass cheeks wobbling invitingly, her hand still on Stefan's shoulder. She turned to face him, allowing my eyes to view her untrimmed and fully natural dark blonde bush, and his hard cock cradled in her free palm, only inches from her desperately deprived pussy.
Carefully she let go, then lay herself on the carpet, before unashamedly parting her legs, to display her pink interior to him and myself.
He knelt, placing his arms either side of her shoulders, as she reached down to his pelvis, taking his length in her hand and guided him to the opening of her glistening pussy.
They both gasped as I watched the glans slide into her pubic hair, before becoming enveloped by the greedy labia, as he slowly sank all the way into her vagina, his balls crushing against her buttocks, as their bodies became one.
She wrapped her legs around his back so tightly he coughed at the expulsion of air from his lungs.
"Stay deep," she commanded and I watched his hips and buttocks begin to rock slowly, causing her to gasp and moan, as her eyes rolled in her head.
"Oh Stefan," she gasped "this feels wonderful, how have you kept this from me?"
Her beautiful nails contrasted with his tanned flesh where they bit into his back, as she pulled his lower torso as close to her as possible, yet I couldn't help but notice his arms remained locked, maintaining a gap between their chest and faces.