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A Change In Perspective
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
Alan watched fascinated as Maureen
rubbed her breasts, her fingers pressing against the
hard nipples that just a glimpse of through her
blouse was enough to give teenage boys an
erection. A lifetime of trying to stay in reasonable
shape had left the fifty-two year old with a bust
only slightly affected by time and gravity.
Maureen's hands continued downward and
she lifted her leg onto the seat of the nearby desk
chair. Undoing the clasps of her garter belt, she
slowly slipped her stocking down the length of her
leg. An action she then repeated on her other leg.
Her husband had always preferred stockings to
pantyhose and she never saw any reason to change
after he was gone. From the way Alan's eyes
were following her every motion, it was obvious
to her that he was glad she hadn't.
Finally it was her panties turn and once
they were gone, Alan could see that the hair
between Maureen's legs was a mixture of the
original brown, white and gray. What there was
of it had been carefully trimmed into a small, soft
mound.
"I hope that wasn't too disappointing,"
Maureen said as she stuck a pose to finish her
erotic ballet.
"Hardly," Alan replied, thinking that he'd
found Maureen's little performace more enticing
than any his last girlfriend had done. If Maureen
had any doubt as to the sincerity of his answer, the
straining bulge in his pants added to its validity.
The tentpole between his legs hadn't gone
unnoticed. Now totally nude, Maureen quickly
crossed the room and knelt down in front of a still
sitting Alan. With a frantic eagerness, she worked
the belt of his pants, then its clasp and zipper.
In less time that it took for Alan to think
about it, Maureen had his bare cock cradled in her
hands. In her life, Maureen Clarke had held just
five other cocks as she now held Alan's. One had
been her husband's of course. Before him there
had been three others with whom she'd been that
intimate, one had been in high school and one in
college. The third had been the man she was
dating when she met her husband to be.
The last had belonged to a man she had
met in a local bar when she was forty-five. It had
been her first, and previous to this, only sexual
adventure. She and George had been having
problems with their marriage during that time, the
result of an indiscretion on his part during an
office Christmas party. In her anger, she had felt
that evening the score would make her feel better.
It had hardly done that, leaving her with an empty
and guilty feeling. Thankfully, they later worked
things out, sharing happier days until the end.
No sense of guilt filled her now as she ran
her fingers up and down Alan's shaft. It was an
average cock as cocks go, she thought, about six
inches and just thick enough for her to close her
fingers around it. Not that Maureen took a great
deal of time to ponder how it looked before she
tilted her head forward and slipped it between her
lips.
The mere thought that the stuff of teenage
masturbation fantasies had just become hard
reality was almost enough to cause Alan to shoot
his load the moment he felt Maureen's mouth
around his cock. It took all of his self-control not
to let that happen, but within half a minute he
knew it was a losing battle. Maureen could've
been the worst cocksucker in the world, which she
certainly wasn't, and still bring the younger
man to the brink within minutes.
With both her hands wrapped tightly
around the base of his cock, Maureen's head
bobbed up and down with lust driven intensity.
Alan was sure that each downward thrust was
going to cause him to explode. Finally he did just
that, sending a week's worth of come into his old
teacher's mouth.
"Oh shit!" Alan gasped as he felt himself
draining. He wasn't sure what was more exciting.
The feeling of release spreading through his body
or the image of Maureen Clarke still sliding his
pulsating cock in and out of her mouth, sucking
down his whiteness as fast as it shot into her.
Finally he had no more to give and
Maureen released her lockjaw hold on his
manhood, letting it slip from her mouth. She
rose and sat on the bed next to Alan, a broad grin
filling her face.
"You have a little ... er smudge on the
corner of your mouth," Alan said as he illustrated
on his own face where a spot of white still
remained on hers.
Maureen wiped it clean with a sweep of
her index finger. She looked at the shiny residue
for a brief second, then stuck her finger in her
mouth, sucking it clean as well.
"It's been a while since I've done that,"
Maureen said. "I hope it was good enough."
"You won't get any complaint from me,"
Alan grinned, still basking in the euphoria of a
fantasy come true.
"When I was married, I was never really
sure if I did that well, or if my husband was too
much of a gentlemen to tell me I sucked," she
said. "No pun intended there," she added with a
laugh.
"Well I don't know how much of a
gentlemen I consider myself," Alan answered, "but
you definitely don't suck. Unless its to say that
you suck great!"
"I do seem to have killed it, haven't I?"
Maureen said as she looked down on his now
totally deflated manhood.
"Don't worry, it usually doesn't stay dead
for long," Alan said reassuringly.
"That's good to know," said the white
haired teacher, "because giving it mouth to mouth
is what caused the problem in the first place."
Alan laughed again, remembering that
Mrs. Clarke always had a sharp sense of humor.
Of course back in school he never would've
imagined her making jokes about something like
this.
"Still, it does seem determined to rest a
while," she went on. "Any suggestions what we
can do to pass the time until it wants to get up and
play again?"
"Oh I'm sure I can come up with an idea or
two," he retorted. "I used to have a teacher back
in high school who felt that I was a pretty
imaginative kind of guy."
"Really now," she laughed. "Well I've
never been impressed by old references. I guess
you'll have to show me and let me make my own
evaluation."
Alan wasted no time is making his case.
What remained of his clothes came off with a
dizzying speed, winding up scattered across the
room wherever his toss carried them. Now as
naked as Maureen, he climbed on top of her and
pressed their bodies together. He kissed her hard
enough to sample the aftertaste of his ejaculation
in her mouth. Alan knew that some of his friends
grossed out if something like that happened, but
he had never understood the fuss. After all, it
wasn't like it was some other guy you were
getting a taste of. It would be a fine thing if a
woman would give you a blowjob but you
wouldn't kiss her afterwards.
Alan kissed Maureen on the mouth a few
more times as his hands explored her body. As his
kisses moved down to her breasts, one hand
reached between her legs and came to rest on her
now wet mound. His fingers made their way
within her and as his mouth closed on her nipples,
his nimble fingers began to slide in and out.
"Oh yes," Maureen moaned loudly as the
dual pleasures spread across her body. "It feels so
good. I've missed this so very much."
With one of her nipples buried deep in his
mouth, Alan redoubled his penetrations of her
pussy, quickly adding a third finger to his effort.
He could feel the effect on the body beneath him
as it began to gyrate in time to his manipulations.
Her breasts tasted sweet in his mouth, a treat long
imagined.
In the back of his mind, Alan could see
himself as a seventeen year old again, his sheets
pulled up across his chest to conceal his cock
play. The image that filled his mind on many of
those nights had been the body that now lay nude
and open beneath him.
Reluctantly abandoning her soft breasts,
Alan continued to kiss his way down her body.
Reaching the moist spot that shielded her
womanhood, he pulled out his fingers and
replaced them with his tongue. The effect on
Maureen was instantaneous and loud as she
responded to the wet assault on her clit with a
loud passionate wail.
As pleasing as Alan's skill at cunnilingus
quickly proved itself to be, it had not been part of
those youthful fantasies. Back in high school, the
thought of actually going down on a woman
seemed the most repugnant of prospects. It took
his great college love to show Alan the error of
that belief. A lesson he'd taken to heart as greatly
as any he'd learned in Mrs. Clarke's history course.
"Oh yes, oh God yes!" Maureen called out
as Alan buried his face deep between her legs,
putting all he had into the rising fever consuming
her body. "More, please don't stop!"
Then, to Maureen's dismay a short time
later, Alan did just that. It took a long moment
for that fact to register on her, so lost was she in
the throes of passion. She lifted her head and
looked down at her lover. He was no longer
between her legs, but rather now standing up
alongside the bed. Her gaze shifted from the silly
smile on his face to a spot between his own legs.
What she saw there made her disappointment fade
like morning dew. The dead had risen yet again.
Climbing back on to the bed, Alan lifted
and spread Maureen's legs. He reached down
with his left hand and took hold of his resurgent
manhood, guiding it to the now saturated entrance
to Maureen's delights. With a loving caution, he
eased himself inside of her, gently rocking back
and forth as he did.
Maureen reached up and put her hands on
his back, pulling him deeper within her. Once he
was as far inside as was humanly possible, she
brought her legs around as well, wrapping them
around his ass. Holding him tightly, she also
began to rock, adding her own motions to their
joining.
The clock on the wall ticked on as their
cascading motions grew both in force and
repetition. In no time at all, their bodies became
one as each drew satisfaction from the other. A
sense of deep gratification that was driven more
by a desire to please the other than to be pleased
in turn. Of course in doing so they accomplished
both objectives.
Words quickly became impossible, giving
way to muffled grunts as both damp and sweat
covered bodies crashed against each other time
and again. The level of energy generated between
the them grew and grew until it was no longer
possible to physically contain. At that point, both
bodies simply exploded in an orgasmic burst that
shuddered through each of them. As tightly
intertwined as they were, it was impossible for
them not to experience the shattering climax of
the other. A sharing that resounded back upon
itself, producing ever-increasing tides of ecstasy.
They held each other tight until there was
no more strength in either of them to do so.
Reluctantly, they released the other as the ripples
of passion finally began to subside.
Too tired to even think about moving for a
while, they lay next to each other. The softness
and warmth of sticky flesh still binding them in the
aftermath of their joining.
"I can't believe we actually did this,"
Maureen said after what seemed an indeterminable
silence. "I can't believe I actually lived out a
fantasy like that."
"It wasn't only your fantasy," Alan smiled
back at her.
"No, I guess not," Maureen agreed as she
absentmindedly ran her fingers over Alan's spent
cock.
"Do you regret it?" Alan asked.
"I should feel otherwise, but no I don't,"
the older teacher laughed.
"Not at all?" he asked.
Her grin repeated her answer.
"Well neither do I," Alan added.
"Although," she said after a brief
moment's reflection, "I think it's probably a good
thing now that I'm retiring. Because after tonight,
I don't think I could ever look at my students in
quite the same way again."
The laughter that followed was long and
hearty.
"My roommate is probably wondering
what happened to me," Alan said as he thought
about how long the quick nightcap had lasted.
"Don't worry," Maureen said as she
pressed her naked body against his. "The way
things sometimes go at these conventions,
he probably figured you just got lucky last night."
Alan thought about that for a few
heartbeats, then said, "I think I got lucky eight
years ago. But it wasn't until last night that I
realized just how much."
"Speaking of lucky," the veteran history
teacher said as she brought her mouth closer to
his, "how do you feel about pressing your luck
one more time?"
As their lips met, they both that time had
finally made caught up with them and made them
equals. Whatever followed the dawn, they would
never think of each other in the same way again.
End
And now a word from the Author...
Over the last few years, I've thrown open
the gates of caution and invited my readers to
participate in a story idea contest. A chance to
see one of your ideas take form. Looking at the
calendar on the wall, it looks like it's that time
again. So pick up your pencils, or if you're not
allowed sharp objects, your keyboards and lets see
what you can come up with.
Now the rules are simple.
Each entry must be accompanied by an
unmarked twenty dollar bill ... nah only kidding.
Actually each entry should be sent to my email
address with "Contest Entry" in the story line.
There is no set format for your suggestion, so it
can range from a few sentences, a short outline, or
even just the start of a story. Last years winner
was in the last format and intrigued me enough to
make me want to finish the story.
Another rule of note is that the story idea
must be a subject that I normally write about. If
unsure, just check my web page for examples.
Other than that, the skies the limit. It
could be a story about a subject that fascinates
you. It could be a parody of a movie or a
television show (hopefully one I'm familiar with
so that I could write about the characters). Or it
could even be about someone you know, or have
had a fantasy about. Maybe a retelling of
something that might have been but wasn't. What
I normally have done with stories like that in the
past was write it with the actual characters, and
then alter them just enough to be unrecognizable
before posting them online.
Last years contest brought forth two
unexpected dividends, aside from the fun of the
contest. The winner, Mordmorgan, wound up
becoming my proofreader on subsequent works.
That we worked well together only became
apparent while we exchanged emails about the
story.
The other bonus was the discovery of a
young woman whose story ideas so impressed me
that I encouraged her to write them as her own.
She did so and added a number of sequels to it in
the following months under the name Lotuseater.
I look forward to seeing what this year
might be. Entries will be accepted up to and including
September 30th.
(missing parts may be found at)
Ann Douglas Web Page
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/
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