#BDSM #Mature
By Archie FireLion
This story is about a young man, a student Tim, and an old plump lady Mrs Jenkins whose story begins at a casual encounter at a supermarket.
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzzed and flickered overhead as Tim, a young college student with a penchant for late-night study sessions, navigated the aisles in a sleep-deprived daze. His list was short, but the endless racks of goods stretched out like a labyrinth before him. As he turned the corner, his over-laden cart collided with something soft yet firm. Looking up, he found himself face-to-face with Mrs. Jenkins, an old plump lady with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She wore a flowery housecoat that stretched tightly across her ample bosom and a pair of orthopedic shoes that seemed to scream comfort over style.
Mrs. Jenkins, unfazed by the collision, chuckled warmly and began to apologize, her round cheeks jiggling with every word. “Oh, dear, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there,” she said, her voice a symphony of warmth and kindness that seemed to fill the cold, empty space around them. Tim, however, felt a peculiar tingle as he took in her figure, noticing for the first time the allure of mature flesh that had been hidden from his youthful gaze.
As they both bent to collect the scattered items, Mrs. Jenkins’ eyes fell upon Tim’s strong arms and the way his T-shirt clung to his back. She felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his youthful body. “You know,” she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “my house is just 100 meters from here. Would you be a sweetheart and help me carry these things home?” Tim blinked in surprise, the question hanging in the air like a ripe fruit begging to be plucked.
Tim, still slightly dazed from the accidental collision and the sudden intimacy of their conversation, found himself nodding. “Sure,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “I’d be happy to help.” Mrs. Jenkins beamed at him, her eyes lighting up like Christmas lights. “Wonderful! Let’s go then.” She took his arm, and together they pushed their carts towards the checkout. The cashier eyed them curiously, but said nothing as they paid for their goods and exited the supermarket into the crisp night air.
The short walk to Mrs. Jenkins’ house was filled with awkward small talk, the weight of their shared secret heavier than the grocery bags in Tim’s arms. The moon cast a silvery glow over the quiet street, throwing long shadows behind them. Tim’s heart thudded in his chest as he followed her up the cracked sidewalk to a quaint, well-kept house. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was stepping into a world that was both foreign and alluring.
Once inside, Mrs. Jenkins led him to a cozy living room that smelled faintly of baked cookies and dusty books. She offered him a seat on a plush armchair, its cushions swallowing him whole as he sat down. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said, heading into the kitchen. The clinking of cups and the gurgle of a kettle soon followed. Tim took a deep breath, his eyes roving over the knick-knacks and photos that adorned the room. It was clear that Mrs. Jenkins lived a full life, filled with memories and warmth.
Mrs. Jenkins emerged from the kitchen with a tray, a cup of steaming tea in each hand. She handed one to Tim, her fingers brushing against his, sending a jolt of electricity up his spine. As they sat in companionable silence, sipping their tea, the tension grew thicker than the mist outside. Tim felt the heat of Mrs. Jenkins’ gaze on him, and his body began to respond in ways he hadn’t anticipated.
“You know,” she said, setting her cup aside, “I’ve lived in this neighborhood for over fifty years. Seen many young men like you come and go, but none quite as… appealing as you, Tim.” She leaned in closer, her breath warm and sweet, like the scent of apple pie. “There’s something about your youthful vitality that just makes me want to…” Her voice trailed off as she reached out and gently caressed his cheek, her touch surprisingly firm yet tender.
Tim’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes locked onto hers. He knew what she was hinting at, but the reality of it was so surreal, so taboo, that he couldn’t quite believe it. Yet, the heat in her gaze and the way her hand lingered on his skin told him that this was no mere figment of his overactive imagination. He felt himself leaning into her touch, his body betraying his racing thoughts.
Mrs. Jenkins’ hand traveled down his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. She moved closer still, the gap between them closing like the pages of a book. “Mrs. Jenkins,” he began, his voice wavering. “I’m not sure…” But she silenced him with a gentle press of her finger to his lips.
“Tim, darling,” she whispered, her hand now resting on his knee and starting to pet it in slow, deliberate circles. “Let’s not think too much, shall we? Sometimes, the most unexpected moments in life are the ones that bring us the most pleasure.” Her touch grew bolder, moving up his thigh, and Tim could feel the heat of her palm even through the fabric of his shorts.
Mrs. Jenkins noticed the telltale bulge forming in his lap and her eyes grew wide with excitement. She had felt it brush against her when they’d collided in the supermarket, but seeing it now, undeniable and eager, made her pulse quicken. The fabric of his shorts strained against his erection, which grew more prominent with every passing second. She bit her lower lip, her gaze never leaving his, and she could see the conflict in his eyes – the desire and the doubt, the curiosity and the fear.
With surprising agility, she sneaked her hand under the elastic band of his shorts and found his penis. It was warm and firm in her grip, a stark contrast to the softness of her own skin. She began to pet it gently, her thumb tracing the velvety ridge of his glans. Tim’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes going wide as she touched him so intimately, so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He felt his body respond even more, his erection growing harder and longer in her grasp.
“Let’s take it off”, said she, and without waiting for a reply, she tugged at his shorts. Tim’s hands flew up to help her. The shorts fell to his ankles, revealing his erection in all its glory. Mrs. Jenkins’ eyes gleamed as she took in the sight of his young, aroused body. She leaned in closer, her ample breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, “You’re so handsome, Tim.”
With trembling hands, Tim reached behind her to unhook her bra. The clasp gave way with a soft click, and Mrs. Jenkins shrugged off the garment, her large, saggy breasts spilling out like overripe fruit. The sight was both shocking and strangely mesmerizing to him. Her areolae were dark and wide, the nipples standing erect with anticipation. She cupped her breasts in her hands, offering them to him like a gift. “Do you like them, Tim?” she asked, a hint of insecurity in her voice. Tim nodded, unable to find his words as he stared at her bare chest. He had never seen anything quite so… womanly before.
Mrs. Jenkins took his penis with one hand and cupped his balls with the other, her grip firm and knowing. She began to stroke him slowly, her hand moving up and down his shaft with the practiced ease of a seasoned lover. Tim’s eyes rolled back in his head, his hips bucking slightly at the unfamiliar sensation. He had never been touched like this, never felt such a raw, primal need for release. His hands found her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipples as she worked his erection. The sensation was overwhelming, and he couldn’t help but let out a low moan of pleasure.
Her hand grew faster, her thumb now flicking at the sensitive spot just below his head. Tim could feel the tension building in his lower abdomen, his toes curling in the plush carpet beneath him. Mrs. Jenkins leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and plush, her tongue slipping into his mouth and dancing with his own. He tasted mint tea on her breath and felt the warmth of her body pressed against him, her stomach a soft pillow against his chest.
Tim’s hands grew bolder, cupping and squeezing her breasts, his thumbs circling her hardened nipples. The sensation of her skin against his, the smell of her, the taste of her – it was intoxicating. He had never been with an older woman before, and the novelty of it all had his senses reeling. Mrs. Jenkins’ hand stroked him with increasing speed, her grip tightening with every passing moment. He felt as though he was being led to the edge of a cliff, the wind howling in his ears as he approached the precipice.
Finally, he erupted. His body arched off the chair, muscles straining as a torrent of semen shot from him, covering her hand and the fabric of the chair. Mrs. Jenkins chuckled into his mouth, her hand still moving rhythmically, milking him until every last drop was spent. He collapsed back onto the cushions, panting and trembling. The feeling of release was so intense, it was almost painful.
Mrs. Jenkins pulled back, a satisfied smirk on her lips. She wiped her hand on a napkin and petted Tim’s cheek. “Good boy,” she murmured. “Now, let’s move this to somewhere more comfortable, shall we?” She stood up, her housecoat pooling around her feet. Tim watched, his eyes wide, as she revealed her fully naked body to him. Despite her age, she was surprisingly fit, her skin soft and supple with the promise of hidden delights.
Tim stumbled to his feet, his legs wobbly from the intensity of his climax. He followed her into a dimly lit bedroom, the scent of lavender and vanilla heavy in the air. The room was dominated by a king-sized four-poster bed, the covers thrown back to reveal crisp, clean sheets. Mrs. Jenkins beckoned him closer, her eyes shimmering with lust. “Lie down,” she instructed, her voice now a throaty purr.
Tim did as he was told, his heart racing as he lay back on the bed. Mrs. Jenkins positioned herself over him, her pussy hovering just above his face. He felt the warmth of her sex, the softness of her labia brushing against his cheeks. She lowered herself onto him, the weight of her body pressing his shoulders into the mattress. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt – strange and yet incredibly erotic.
“You’re mine now, Tim,” Mrs. Jenkins murmured as she straddled his face. “And I’ll let you go only when I decide so.” With that, she parted her lips and slid her wetness onto his eager tongue. Tim’s eyes widened in shock at first, but he quickly succumbed to the heady scent of her arousal. He found himself licking and sucking, driven by a hunger he didn’t know he had. Mrs. Jenkins’ moans grew louder, her hips rocking gently as she guided his mouth to her clit.
Her thighs quivered as she ground against him, her hands on his head, holding him in place. Tim felt his cock stirring again, the aftershocks of his first climax giving way to a new wave of desire. He reached up to squeeze her buttocks, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he explored her with his mouth. Mrs. Jenkins’ skin was velvety smooth, and he marveled at the way her body moved, the way she responded to his touch.
Mrs. Jenkins’ pussy, with its grey pubic hair, settled heavily on his face, the wetness of her sex smothering him. Tim’s eyes rolled back, and he took a deep breath through his nose, inhaling her musky scent. He could feel the heat of her, the slickness of her folds as she remained still for a full minute, allowing him to become fully acquainted with her. The pressure grew intense, and he felt himself getting lost in her, his tongue tracing the contours of her sex as she began to rock her hips gently.
Tim’s chest began to tighten, his lungs screaming for air. He realized, with a sudden panic, that he had been holding his breath. His face was buried deep in Mrs. Jenkins’ wetness, and the oxygen was growing scarce. He tried to lift his head, but her grip was too firm, her thighs too strong. He began to squirm, his hands pushing against her hips as he struggled to find an escape from the suffocating embrace.
Mrs. Jenkins, sensing his distress, let out a throaty chuckle and lifted herself slightly, allowing him to gasp for air. He took deep, greedy breaths, his chest heaving with the effort. She leaned forward, her breasts dangling in his face, and whispered, “Don’t worry, darling. I won’t let you go too soon.” Her voice was like a warm caress, soothing his nerves even as the smothering sensation grew more intense. She lowered herself again, pressing her pussy back onto his mouth and nose.
Tim felt the urge to struggle, but at the same time, the pressure and heat from Mrs. Jenkins’ sex was oddly exhilarating. He could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around his tongue, her juices coating his face. The suffocation was a strange kind of foreplay, heightening his arousal as he fought for air. He didn’t know how much longer he could last, but the thought of escaping her grasp filled him with an unexpected sadness. The pleasure was intoxicating, and he didn’t want it to end.
In his desperation, Tim’s hands shot up to push against Mrs. Jenkins’ thighs, trying to create some space between them. But she was one step ahead. With surprising strength, she caught his wrists in her firm grip and pinned them down to the bed, her fingers digging into his skin. “No,” she murmured, her voice a silky command. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my fill.” Her thighs tightened around his head, trapping him even more securely.
Her movements grew more urgent, her hips grinding into his face as she approached climax. Tim’s nose was buried deep in her folds, his mouth and tongue working overtime to satisfy her. He could feel the beginnings of panic set in as the weight on his chest grew heavier, but it was tempered by the thrill of the situation. His cock, which had gone flaccid with the fear of suffocation, began to stir again, responding to the raw power and dominance she exuded.
Mrs. Jenkins’ thighs tightened around his head, and her hands held his wrists in a vice-like grip. “Mercy,” he managed to choke out, his voice muffled by her flesh. But she only chuckled, her voice thick with lust. “Mercy is for the weak,” she whispered, her voice dripping with mockery. “And you, my dear, are anything but weak.”
This lasted for about an hour, she gave him some little breaks and then went on smothering Tim with her pussy.
Tim’s face was red and sticky with her juices, and his tongue felt like it was swollen, but the feeling of her body against his was too much to resist. He’d never felt so alive, so wanted, so utterly consumed by another person. Each time she lifted herself, his chest would heave with the effort to fill his lungs, but as soon as she descended again, the thrill of being trapped would overtake him, and he’d plunge back into her wetness without a thought for his own safety.
Finally, Mrs. Jenkins’ body stiffened, and she let out a keening cry. Her pussy pulsed and clenched around his tongue as she reached her climax. She pulled away, panting heavily, her breasts heaving. Tim’s eyes watered from the effort, but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He felt a strange sense of pride at having brought her to such a powerful release.
Her grip on his wrists loosened, and she collapsed beside him, her hand coming to rest on his chest. “Oh, Tim,” she whispered, her voice ragged. “That was… incredible.” She rolled onto her side, her hand still resting on him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
Tim, still struggling to catch his breath, managed a nod. His entire body felt like it was on fire, the oxygen deprivation from earlier only adding to the intense arousal that now coursed through him. Mrs. Jenkins looked at him, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “You’re a natural,” she said, her voice filled with a newfound respect.
After some time, Mrs. Jenkins finally. She reached over to the nightstand, her arm jiggling with the movement, and retrieved a box of tissues. Daintily, she wiped away the remnants of their escapade from her thighs and mound.
Tim watched her, still panting, his heart racing. He hadn’t expected this night to unfold like this, but the raw, carnivorous hunger in Mrs. Jenkins’ eyes had been impossible to resist. He felt a mix of emotions – shock, elation, and a strange sense of belonging.
He sat up, his legs still wobbly from the intensity of his experience. Mrs. Jenkins noticed his urgency and nodded. “You’re right, Tim. You should be going.” Her voice had lost none of its warmth, but there was a hint of something else in it now – a knowing smile that suggested she’d enjoyed herself as much as he had.
Tim gingerly climbed out of the bed, his legs feeling like jelly. He found his shorts on the floor and began to pull them on, his cock still half-erect from the oral torment Mrs. Jenkins had subjected him to. He couldn’t help but steal glances at her, lying there naked in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, her body a landscape of mature beauty.
Mrs. Jenkins watched him dress, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Come here,” she said, her voice a velvet purr. Tim hesitated for a moment, then walked over to the bed.
Her hand shot out and grabbed him by the balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. He gasped, his eyes going wide with surprise and arousal. “Mrs. Jenkins,” he protested, but his voice was breathless. She tightened her grip slightly, her nails digging into his sensitive skin. “Don’t worry, darling,” she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. “I just want you to promise that you will come to me again.”
Tim nodded, his cheeks flushing. “I’ll visit again,” he promised, his voice strained. “Of course, I promise I’ll come. You’ve got me by the balls, I just have no choice”, he smiled.
Mrs. Jenkins chuckled and released her grip, her fingers trailing gently up his shaft. “Good boy,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But remember, Tim, this isn’t just about pleasure for me. This is about exploration, about the thrill of the forbidden.” She sat up, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement. “You’re young, and there’s so much you have yet to learn.”
Mrs. Jenkins watched him with a knowing smile as he adjusted his clothes. “Remember, Tim, our little secret,” she said, her voice a velvety purr. “The neighborhood whispers enough as it is.” Tim nodded again, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought of their shared clandestine adventure.
With a final pat on his bottom, she released him, and he practically stumbled out of the bedroom, his legs still trembling with the aftershocks of passion. He found his shoes by the door, slipped them on, and took a deep breath of the cool, night air. The walk back home was a blur, his mind reeling with the images and sensations of the evening.
As he lay in his own bed, the sheets feeling cold and uninviting after the warmth of Mrs. Jenkins’ embrace, Tim couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of visiting her again. Her dominance had unlocked something within him, a hunger for submission that he hadn’t known existed. He found himself craving the feeling of her body on top of his, the weight of her pressing him down, the smothering kiss of her pussy against his face.
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By Archie FireLion
#BDSM #Mature
