The Homeless Shelter ch. 11
It had been a busy day in the homeless shelter, but things were starting to get quiet. It was getting close to closing time, and visitors were leaving, making their way to wherever they slept in the evening, so I had some time to dwell on things. I had been volunteering back at the shelter for about a month following my absence due to ****** commitments, and that month had been pretty good fun. My lesbian affair with my friend and owner of the shelter, Maxine, had continued, and the sex just got better and better with the flame-haired beauty. Maxine had asked me earlier if I was home alone that evening, and when I told her I was, she hinted that we may have a drink after work.
True to her word, Maxine had been all too willing to also share Marlon, one of the regular visitors to the shelter and her part-time black lover. I think Maxine actually looked at the arrangement as me helping her out when her pussy was sore from taking Marlon’s thick nine-inch cock, as she was much smaller than me, and it sometimes hurt like hell when he fucked me, rendering my pussy out of action for a day or two, which was when the wonderful feeling of Maxine’s tongue and delicate fingers were most welcoming.
Despite that, I was kind of missing Ben and the other veterans, who had left the city to live in a permanent shelter. I kind of enjoyed how they treated me like a cheap whore, often making me suck all their cocks one after the other or fucking me in a dingy store room in the basement of my work building, taking care of Ben’s security guard friend, Jim, who worked in the building and had let Ben sleep in the room on a weekend. I think it was the fact that Ben had been my first black lover and he felt like mine made me miss him, and even though Marlon was a fantastic lover, my sessions with him were partially dependent on Maxine sharing him with me.
I was aware of the fact that I was looking at some of the shelter regulars in a way that had me gauging their suitability as a potential lover, and I had also been talking to some of them in a much more flirty way; however, to date, nothing had really clicked. I knew I could get serviced by Jim and some of his security guard colleagues, but that meant having sex at work, and now that I had found the shelter and Maxine’s little love nest, I wasn’t keen to risk having sex at work again. My thoughts had begun to switch to the sex shop I visited a few months ago to buy my anal lube and how the nice girl working there, Gemma, had shown me around the glory hole video booths in back. Maybe that was just the sort of seedy place I would love to be used by multiple men, I thought to myself.
My thoughts were interrupted by Maxine, who told me we had a new visitor to the shelter: a young black man who was ex-military and another homeless veteran had told him about the shelter, but he had only just managed to find it. Maxine had been tempted to turn him away and to tell him to come back tomorrow as she had now found out her mother was ill and she needed to visit her, but he seemed desperate for a shower, some food, and a decent sleep. Maxine explained that on rare occasions, she allowed new visitors to spend the evening if they arrived late, so they got cleaned up and felt comfortable, and then she would introduce them to some regulars when they started arriving the following morning before it got busy. Maxine then asked me if, as I was home alone that evening, I would be willing to look after him.
What could I say? I didn’t like the thought of turning someone away who was desperate, and Maxine was right; I had no place to be or any need to get home. I agreed, and Maxine told me she would bring him in and asked me to prepare some hot food. As I set a huge bowl of stew down on the table, along with a chunk of bread and a glass of water, Maxine approached the table. A young man, whom she introduced as Sam, was with her. She introduced me to him, and he sat down to eat, quickly devouring the food. I asked him if he would like more, to which he said he would.
I fetched another plate of food, and before I sat down to join him and Maxine, Maxine stood up and called me over. She told me she would clear the shelter and lock up, then leave me to take care of Sam. She also told me that the only shower was the one in her bathroom but that there was a roll-out bed in the store room, along with bedding, just for use with the odd exception of no overnight residents, like this, so I could use that for Sam’s sleeping arrangements. I sat back down, and Maxine busied herself, clearing up and seeing out all the visitors.
As Sam ate, I told him of the plan for the evening and also told him that he was very lucky, as usually there was no overnight stay at this shelter. “Thank you, Miss Sarah.” He responded. I chuckled a little and told him that “Sarah” was just fine to call me, and he responded, "OK, Miss Sarah.” I let the comment go, thinking that due to the age difference and me being over thirty years his senior, he saw me as an aunt or a school mistress. Additionally, I actually quite liked the polite and soft way he accentuated the words “Miss Sarah.”
As Sam continued to eat, I chatted with him, casually asking him about his story but telling him he didn't feel obliged to tell me anything about himself. To my surprise, he was quite open, telling me he had joined the military at age 21 and, after basic, had been sent over seas. He had seen some horrible sights and had slightly gone off the rails, which had meant he was discharged early from the military. It had all come so quickly that he hadn’t had time to find work or a place to live, as he didn’t get along with his folks, which was why he joined the military. He had only been out for a week and had been sleeping rough when a guy he spoke to who was a military veteran told him about this shelter.
Sam was such a sweet young man, and he spoke with real sadness about his plight. I tried to reassure him and placed a hand on his, telling him there were many good people at the shelter and things would soon be better for him. Once again, he responded with a smile and said, “Thank you, Miss Sarah.” Looking around, I could see the shelter was clear and the front entrance was locked. Sam had finished eating, and so I told him I’d show him the shower so he could get himself cleaned up. I took him to Maxine’s bathroom and showed him where fresh towels were and even a razor. I let him clean himself up, telling him I would get his bed ready.
After making Sam’s bed up, I set it up in Maxine’s office, so he was just on the other side of the door from me in the event he needed anything in the middle of the night, and I planned to tell him if he needed anything to just knock on the door. Maxine’s bedroom had a lock on the door, so I wasn’t at all worried. However, when I went into Maxine’s bedroom, he was sitting on her bed with just a towel wrapped around him. He asked me if there was any way he could get his clothes cleaned, and I told him we had a huge box of donated clothes, all clean, so he could get some from there. I would see to it soon; however, I really needed a shower, so I told him to sit tight until I had done so.
I showered, a little worried as there was no lock on the bathroom door, but still felt confident that Sam was a respectful young man and would remain in Maxine’s bedroom. When I finished showering, I put on a toweling robe and went out into the bedroom. To my surprise, Sam had fallen asleep on Maxine’s bed, wrapped just in his towel. I tried to wake him but had no joy, and I realized that sleeping rough for a week was bound to leave anyone very tired. I thought for a moment and decided that the best thing for me to do was to find another blanket or duvet to cover him up with. Try as I might, the only other bedding I could find was the stuff I’d put on the roll-away bed.
I collected the duvet, which was a single, and decided to remove Sam’s towel as it was still damp. I gently opened up the towel and pulled it from underneath Sam, and my eyes widened. I had seen the top half of Sam’s body when he was just wrapped in a towel; he was slightly built but all firm and muscular, I guess from being in the military; however, revealing the bottom half made me gasp a little. His legs were as similarly toned as his top half, but it was his cock that drew my attention. Even flaccid, it must have been eight inches and very, very thick. It was very dark and smooth along the shaft, and the head, which must have been at least two inches long, was exposed as he was circumcised.
For a moment, my mouth drooled at the sight of it, but I thought I’d better remain kind of professional, so I covered him over with the duvet. I then realized I had no real place to sleep as there was now no bedding on the roll-away bed. I decided that if I got into Maxine’s bed under her actual bedding, there would be some separation between Sam and me, as he was on top of that bedding, so I found a long tee shirt of Maxine’s, slipped it on, and slid under the covers. I'm pretty sure I’d be awake long before Sam anyway, so he probably wouldn’t even know that we’d kind of been in the same bed.
I fell asleep pretty quickly, as it had been a long day; however, I was a little restless and seemed to wake up a couple of times during the next couple of hours, often thinking I’d heard some movement. The third time I woke, I was sure there was some movement behind me, and then I felt his hand on my thigh. It was Sam; he’d woken and somehow ended up under the same bedding as I was under. I rolled over and spoke to him, "Sam, sweetie! Are you awake?”
“Uuuum! Yes, Miss Sarah,” he replied.
I asked him what he was doing, and he told me that he had felt my body next to him after he got into bed and just couldn’t help himself. Maybe it was the soft touch of his hand, the “Miss Sarah” thing, or the recollection of his wonderfully toned body and big cock, but I was suddenly aroused. However, I didn’t want things to proceed too far or too quickly, so I asked Sam what he was doing. He told me he just thought my body was amazing, and he wanted to be nice to me as I’d done so much for him.
"Oh, Sam, sweetie! That's very nice of you to say, but there is no need. You’re a young man, and I’m an old lady compared to you. Thirty plus years older!” I emphasized.
“Miss Sarah.” Sam responded. “You’re one of the sexiest ladies I have ever seen, beautiful and kind, and your body is amazing. I love it. Here I feel.” Sam guided my hand to his groin, and I felt his cock. It had grown, now semi-hard, and the once smooth shaft had thick veins running down the length of it. I instinctively stroked it with my hand, and it grew even more.
I could feel my body begin to tingle and wetness beginning in my pussycat. Thoughts of how good Ben, Marlon, and the other veterans had fucked me flooded my head. I wanted Sam to fuck me, but he made one final attempt at stopping this reckless act. “Sam sweetie! That’s very kind, but we shouldn’t do this.” I said it in a rather pathetic voice of protest.
Sam was unfazed. He slid a hand right up my t-shirt and cupped my breast. “I can’t help it, Miss Sarah. You're beautiful!” Sam quietly said. My resistance melted! I gripped Sam’s hard shaft and stroked it while I bent my head forward and kissed his now cleanly shaven face. His lips were soft, and I pushed my tongue between them. Seconds later, we were passionately kissing, and Sam was squeezing my breasts.
I briefly sat up and hauled off my tee shirt, exposing my breasts to Sam, before lying down next to him. I could see his eyes widen at the sight of my, now bare, breasts, complete with hard tingling nipples. "Oh, Sam, sweetie. Take me!” I pleaded. Sam didn’t hesitate; he leant his head forward and began to suck on my nipples, all the while maneuvering himself between my legs. Soon after he was there, I felt the head of his cock nudging against my pussycat. He had a couple of stabs at my love hole, but in his excitement, he was a little off. “Here sweetie! Let me!” I gently said as I reached down, gripped his throbbing cock, and guided it into my love hole.
Sam’s cock slid right into me, and he began to fuck me furiously but fairly gently, clearly not wanting to hurt me. His hard torso pressed against my body, squashing my breasts, my nipples tingling and rubbing against his chest. Despite how wet I was, Sam’s cock was really stretching my pussycat, but it felt amazing. I wanted this young man to seep inside me. I wanted him to fuck me hard and deep. “Oh yes, Sam, sweetie.” Ram your cock deep inside me.”
As I spoke, I heard Sam groan. His body tensed, and then he began to tremble. Then I felt it. His cock is pulsing inside me, pumping his hot load into my pussycat. Sam jerked several times, each one accompanied by a groan. Then he relaxed. "Oh, I’m sorry, Miss Sarah. I haven’t had a woman in a long time.” He said it softly, sounding very apologetic.
“It’s OK, Sam, sweetie.” I assured him. Despite him cumming, I could feel he was still pretty hard, and the length of his cock meant he hadn’t slipped out of me. I began to tense my pussy muscles, squeezing his shaft, and my hands slipped down to his firm buttocks, gripping them and pulling him deeper into me. For a minute or two, Sam didn’t move, and then I felt his cock twitching as it began to get fully hard again.
Seconds later, Sam propped himself up on his elbows and looked into my eyes. "Wow, Miss Sarah, you’re amazing!” he softly said.
“Shut up, sweetie, and just fuck me hard,” I pleaded. Once again, Sam needed no second invitation, and he began to thrust his cock deeply into me. I raised my knees and widened my legs, trying to get more of his cock into me; it was going so deep that it was bashing my cervix. Sam pushed himself up on his arms and shuffled forward, his thighs slipping under mine. He gripped my legs and began to pound my pussycat mercilessly. "Ooooooh, god, Sam! That’s fucking amazing. Yes, do it harder!” I shrieked.
As Sam increased the pace and power of his fucking, I grabbed one of my breasts, pinching my nipple, and my other hand wandered down my body until two of my fingers found my swollen little love bud. I began to rub furiously at my already swollen and ultrasensitive clitoral area. My pussycat felt like it was on fire, and my whole body began to tremble. “Oooooooohhhhh Yesssssss! Sammy! Give it to me, sweetie.” I gasped. My back arched, and I felt my whole body burning. Sam thrust deep and grunted, and my orgasm shuddered just as his cock erupted for the second time, pumping cum right into my womb.
Sam and I remained locked together as we both came hard, his cock throbbing inside my pulsing pussy, sucking the cum from his balls, for several minutes until finally both our bodies began to relax and we both breathed deeply. “Oh fuck, Sam, that was incredible, sweetie.” I said as I gently caressed his muscular torso.
"Well, Miss Sarah, I have to say you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever fucked.” I felt myself blushing; that bloody “Miss Sarah” thing from him gave me butterflies in my tummy. I thanked him and told him I’m sure he was just being kind. He reiterated the point and told me he was genuine and that no girl had ever made him hard again straight after he had cum. Although I didn’t believe him, I had to admit that I felt flattered.
After a couple of minutes, Sam’s long cock finally slipped from my pussy, despite the fact it didn’t feel totally flaccid, and I felt two loads of his cum begin to flow from my pussy. I asked Sam to get off me, as I needed to go to the bathroom, and he kindly rolled over onto his back, his big cock flopping onto his abdomen. I went to the bathroom and used some toilet tissue to wipe my pussycat and between my legs. I washed my hands and my pussycat with a washcloth and then stood there looking at myself in the mirror.
My hair was a mess, despite the fact it had been tied back, and my face was flushed. I had to admit, I did look like I’d been well and truly fucked. My nipples were still hard and tingling, and I cupped my breasts in my hands, admiring them as I gently squeezed. I stepped back a little to get a full view of myself. Although I had a little bit of spare flesh around the middle, I thought the rest of me looked pretty good for a woman in her late fifties, although I did wonder why a man in his early twenties would find me attractive.
I hadn’t been in the bathroom for more than ten minutes when I heard the door open. I knew it had to be Sam, and I guessed he needed the toilet, so I just stayed where I was. To my surprise, Sam didn’t go to the toilet; his reflection appeared in the mirror behind me. His chin was almost on my shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. “You look even sexier standing up, Miss Sarah.” He whispered in my ear. My god! There he goes again with the Miss Sarah thing, I thought as my body started to quiver with sexual excitement.
Sam kissed the side of my neck and slid his hands up my body, cupping my breasts. As he pulled me against him, I could feel his cock, which was now hard again, pressing against my buttocks. I reached a hand down and gripped his huge shaft. It felt wonderful, all throbbing and still slightly sticky from our mixed cum. I wanted to taste his cock and savor the taste of our cum juice, but before I had a chance to turn around, Sam put a hand on my shoulder and one on my tummy. He pushed my shoulders forward, and as I leaned forward, I put my hands against the sink to support me. I could still see the reflection of my face and breasts in the mirror, as well as Sam’s smiling face.
I saw Sam look down and feel his cock head between my pussy lips, and before I knew it, he had slid his huge cock into me, right to the hilt, his hips slapping against my buttocks. I could see my reflection in the mirror, and my face was a picture, all flushed and glazed over. I’d never really thought about how I might look with a huge cock stuck up to me before, and I liked what I was seeing. "Ohhhhh, Fuck Sammy. I love your cock in me.” I gasped as I felt his cock head nudge against my cervix.
Sam reacted to my comment by fucking me hard and fast, his hands reaching around and grabbing my breasts, using them to pull me backwards onto him more. As he began to thrust even harder, my body began to tremble, and I knew I wasn’t far off another orgasm. I pushed against the sink with my hands, forcing my body backwards, my buttocks meeting Sam’s thrusts. After about five more minutes, my pussycat started to contract, squeezing the huge cock inside me. Sam grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards and upwards. I could see my reflection in the mirror—my breasts bouncing, my face flushed—and it put me over the edge. I came again, my pussycat on fire, my whole body shaking to its core, and my legs feeling like they were going to collapse beneath me.
I desperately clung onto the sink to keep myself upright as my orgasmic wave shuddered through me, my pussy pulsing around Sam’s huge cock, and as it began to ebb away, I felt weak. “Oh Sammy. I can't stand it, sweetie.” I murmured. Sam pulled his cock from my pussycat and held onto me briefly before easing me down and sitting me on the toilet. He softly asked me if I was OK, and I assured him I was and that I just needed a minute. I sat on the toilet for several minutes, getting my breath and waiting for my body to stop trembling, before I looked up at Sam and said, “Holy fuck! That was incredible!”
Sam looked down at me, smiling, and said, “Glad you liked it, Miss Sarah,” before telling me he needed to pee. I still felt a little weak, so I stood and leant on the sink while he peed. I’d never really watched a guy pee close up before, and as I saw the thick, powerful jet of urine gushing from his semi-hard, firehose-like cock, I felt a little shudder go through me. When he finished, he began to squeeze his shaft and shake it, little droplets of urine splashing into the toilet.
After a few shakes, I asked him if he was finished, and he smiled at me and said, “Why don’t you check it out for me, Miss Sarah?” Without thinking, I grabbed his semi-hard cock; it was still throbbing in my hand. I squeezed the shaft and shook it. One solitary drop of urine dripped out.
“I think so, Sammy, sweetie.” I said as I continued to stroke his cock, all sticky with my cum. Sam didn’t even ask me; I just wanted to and needed to. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. As I sucked, a dribble of musky liquid coated my tongue. It must have been residue of Sam’s pee; it was tangy and not unpleasant. I carried on, and the taste was soon replaced with the sweet taste of my sticky cumin juice. I moaned with sexual bliss as I sucked on Sam’s sticky shaft, which quickly became hard again.
Sam gently lifted me off the floor and led me back to the bedroom, walking backwards. When he reached the bed, he lay down across it and asked me to get on top and straddle his face in a sixty-nine position. I’d done that numerous times and loved the feeling of a guy pleasuring me orally whilst I sucked on his cock, so I quickly obliged, and soon my head was bobbing up and down on Sam’s hard pole whilst he sucked, licked, and probed my pussycat with his tongue.
We continued like this for what seemed like ages, Sam’s cock regularly releasing little gushes of pre-cum, which tasted sweet on my tongue, making it tingle. Every so often Sam would reach an arm around and pull on one of my rock-hard nipples, making me let out a little squeal of joy and suck on his huge cock harder, taking it as deeply into my mouth as I could.
I could feel my orgasmic wave returning; I wasn’t sure it ever went, and Sam must have noticed my pussyfoot tensing and my body beginning to quiver. He clamped his mouth over my swollen clitoral area and began to tease it really hard with his tongue. This made me shake but also made me want his cock and hopefully his cum in my mouth even more. I sucked harder, and soon both our actions became more intense and frantic. We were both breathing heavily, and I felt Sam’s cock swell even more in my mouth. I couldn’t hold back, and I felt my orgasm hit me, releasing gushes of cum from my pussycat. Sam moaned, his mouth clamped hard on my pussy, and his pelvis rose, thrusting his cock into my mouth and filling it with hot, sticky cum.
We spent several minutes devouring each other's love juice until we both seemed spent, our bodies almost unable to move as we both breathed heavily. Eventually I mustered the energy to roll off Sam, and we both shuffled into the bed proper, laying side by side. Sam looked at me and said, “You are wonderful, Miss Sarah.” Before I could answer, he kissed me, a long, gentle kiss allowing me to savor my taste on his lips before we both lay back and drifted off to sleep.
I wasn’t sure how long we slept, but something suddenly woke me. I craned my neck to look at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was 0515 AM. I’d had the alarm set for 0600 AM so I could be up, showered, dressed, and get the water boiler ready for the shelter opening at 0700 AM, knowing Maxine would be arriving at around 0630 AM, by which time I wanted Sam up and dressed, his roll-away bed back in the store room.
As I thought about those things, I realized what had woken me was Sam, or more to the point, his fingers, gently probing my pussycat. I let out a groan, and he could tell I was awake and now very wet between the legs. He pushed the cover off of me, and his head rose off the bed, finding its way to my breasts, where he gently clamped a nipple between his lips. My pussycat throbbed and was sore, stinging even, despite Sam’s gentle touch.
"Oh, Sam, sweetie, that’s nice, but I’m kind of really sore down there.” I said.
Sam lifted his head, looked into my eyes, and said, "Please, Miss Sarah. Can we do it one more time? I’ll be gentle.”
What could I do? The Miss Sarah thing had me quivering, and my pussycat was soaking wet. I knew I couldn’t take another deep penetration, but I didn’t want to upset Sam. I thought for a moment and rolled onto my side, facing my back to my young, horny lover, before I said, “From behind, sweetie, but don’t put it all the way in.” I felt Sam slide closer behind me, and his hard cock nudged against my buttocks. I bent my knee and raised it, opening my pussy a little more, and felt the head of Sam’s wonderful cock penetrate me.
True to his word, Sam was gentle, sliding his huge cock in and out just enough to make me gasp but not deep enough to hurt me. He wrapped an arm around my body and cupped one of my breasts, gently squeezing it and thumbing my nipple every so often. I closed my eyes and began to wander off to a very wonderful, sexually charged place in my mind, with this young stud fucking me. Sam sped up a little but still didn’t drive his cock fully home. I was so horny I wanted to cough but wasn’t sure I would, even with Sam whispering horny comments in my ear. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was 0535 a.m.
"Sam, sweetie, stop a minute, please.” I said. Sam froze, asking me if I was OK. I told him I was fine, but I just needed him to pull out for a minute. Sam withdrew his cock from me straight away, and as soon as he had, I rolled onto my back and looked across at him. I had no choice; this young stud could be gone from my life forever in a few hours. I smiled at Sam and said, “To hell with being sore. Just fuck me, Sam, like you did yesterday, nice and hard and deep, sweetie.”
Sam paused for a moment before getting between my legs, lifting them, spreading them wide, and pushing his cock against my pussycat. “Are you sure, Miss Sarah?” He asked.
“Oh yes, Sammy.” I replied. “Fuck me, sweetie, and fill me with your cum.” Almost as soon as I’d said those words, Sam plunged his cock into me and started to fuck me hard and deep. I soon forgot about the soreness in my pussy when the wave of sexual arousal surged through my body. My fingers clawed at Sam’s body, and my nails dug into his firm buttocks as I begged him over and over to fuck me. I was like a woman possessed, and Sam fucked me with the speed and power of a train. My senses were overwhelmed, and I became ******* of everything apart from the fire radiating through my body. My hard nipples were tingling and stinging when Sam pulled on them. I vaguely heard Sam groan that he was going to cum, and as I felt the wave of hot liquid erupt inside me, I orgasmed so hard I almost passed out.
Minutes later, I was panting and hadn’t moved. I knew Sam had withdrawn from me as the cool air rushed around my gaping pussycat. I heard a sound in the bathroom and figured it must be Sam. As I sat up to look, the alarm went off. I looked at the clock and saw it was 0600 a.m. My sexual adventure with this young stud was over, and I had the business of the day to get on with. I stood and went to the bathroom to shower, and Sam joined me. We showered together and then came back to the bedroom. I looked at the bed; it was a mess. I knew I’d have to come clean with Maxine, and the thought actually made me smile.
True to her word, Maxine had been all too willing to also share Marlon, one of the regular visitors to the shelter and her part-time black lover. I think Maxine actually looked at the arrangement as me helping her out when her pussy was sore from taking Marlon’s thick nine-inch cock, as she was much smaller than me, and it sometimes hurt like hell when he fucked me, rendering my pussy out of action for a day or two, which was when the wonderful feeling of Maxine’s tongue and delicate fingers were most welcoming.
Despite that, I was kind of missing Ben and the other veterans, who had left the city to live in a permanent shelter. I kind of enjoyed how they treated me like a cheap whore, often making me suck all their cocks one after the other or fucking me in a dingy store room in the basement of my work building, taking care of Ben’s security guard friend, Jim, who worked in the building and had let Ben sleep in the room on a weekend. I think it was the fact that Ben had been my first black lover and he felt like mine made me miss him, and even though Marlon was a fantastic lover, my sessions with him were partially dependent on Maxine sharing him with me.
I was aware of the fact that I was looking at some of the shelter regulars in a way that had me gauging their suitability as a potential lover, and I had also been talking to some of them in a much more flirty way; however, to date, nothing had really clicked. I knew I could get serviced by Jim and some of his security guard colleagues, but that meant having sex at work, and now that I had found the shelter and Maxine’s little love nest, I wasn’t keen to risk having sex at work again. My thoughts had begun to switch to the sex shop I visited a few months ago to buy my anal lube and how the nice girl working there, Gemma, had shown me around the glory hole video booths in back. Maybe that was just the sort of seedy place I would love to be used by multiple men, I thought to myself.
My thoughts were interrupted by Maxine, who told me we had a new visitor to the shelter: a young black man who was ex-military and another homeless veteran had told him about the shelter, but he had only just managed to find it. Maxine had been tempted to turn him away and to tell him to come back tomorrow as she had now found out her mother was ill and she needed to visit her, but he seemed desperate for a shower, some food, and a decent sleep. Maxine explained that on rare occasions, she allowed new visitors to spend the evening if they arrived late, so they got cleaned up and felt comfortable, and then she would introduce them to some regulars when they started arriving the following morning before it got busy. Maxine then asked me if, as I was home alone that evening, I would be willing to look after him.
What could I say? I didn’t like the thought of turning someone away who was desperate, and Maxine was right; I had no place to be or any need to get home. I agreed, and Maxine told me she would bring him in and asked me to prepare some hot food. As I set a huge bowl of stew down on the table, along with a chunk of bread and a glass of water, Maxine approached the table. A young man, whom she introduced as Sam, was with her. She introduced me to him, and he sat down to eat, quickly devouring the food. I asked him if he would like more, to which he said he would.
I fetched another plate of food, and before I sat down to join him and Maxine, Maxine stood up and called me over. She told me she would clear the shelter and lock up, then leave me to take care of Sam. She also told me that the only shower was the one in her bathroom but that there was a roll-out bed in the store room, along with bedding, just for use with the odd exception of no overnight residents, like this, so I could use that for Sam’s sleeping arrangements. I sat back down, and Maxine busied herself, clearing up and seeing out all the visitors.
As Sam ate, I told him of the plan for the evening and also told him that he was very lucky, as usually there was no overnight stay at this shelter. “Thank you, Miss Sarah.” He responded. I chuckled a little and told him that “Sarah” was just fine to call me, and he responded, "OK, Miss Sarah.” I let the comment go, thinking that due to the age difference and me being over thirty years his senior, he saw me as an aunt or a school mistress. Additionally, I actually quite liked the polite and soft way he accentuated the words “Miss Sarah.”
As Sam continued to eat, I chatted with him, casually asking him about his story but telling him he didn't feel obliged to tell me anything about himself. To my surprise, he was quite open, telling me he had joined the military at age 21 and, after basic, had been sent over seas. He had seen some horrible sights and had slightly gone off the rails, which had meant he was discharged early from the military. It had all come so quickly that he hadn’t had time to find work or a place to live, as he didn’t get along with his folks, which was why he joined the military. He had only been out for a week and had been sleeping rough when a guy he spoke to who was a military veteran told him about this shelter.
Sam was such a sweet young man, and he spoke with real sadness about his plight. I tried to reassure him and placed a hand on his, telling him there were many good people at the shelter and things would soon be better for him. Once again, he responded with a smile and said, “Thank you, Miss Sarah.” Looking around, I could see the shelter was clear and the front entrance was locked. Sam had finished eating, and so I told him I’d show him the shower so he could get himself cleaned up. I took him to Maxine’s bathroom and showed him where fresh towels were and even a razor. I let him clean himself up, telling him I would get his bed ready.
After making Sam’s bed up, I set it up in Maxine’s office, so he was just on the other side of the door from me in the event he needed anything in the middle of the night, and I planned to tell him if he needed anything to just knock on the door. Maxine’s bedroom had a lock on the door, so I wasn’t at all worried. However, when I went into Maxine’s bedroom, he was sitting on her bed with just a towel wrapped around him. He asked me if there was any way he could get his clothes cleaned, and I told him we had a huge box of donated clothes, all clean, so he could get some from there. I would see to it soon; however, I really needed a shower, so I told him to sit tight until I had done so.
I showered, a little worried as there was no lock on the bathroom door, but still felt confident that Sam was a respectful young man and would remain in Maxine’s bedroom. When I finished showering, I put on a toweling robe and went out into the bedroom. To my surprise, Sam had fallen asleep on Maxine’s bed, wrapped just in his towel. I tried to wake him but had no joy, and I realized that sleeping rough for a week was bound to leave anyone very tired. I thought for a moment and decided that the best thing for me to do was to find another blanket or duvet to cover him up with. Try as I might, the only other bedding I could find was the stuff I’d put on the roll-away bed.
I collected the duvet, which was a single, and decided to remove Sam’s towel as it was still damp. I gently opened up the towel and pulled it from underneath Sam, and my eyes widened. I had seen the top half of Sam’s body when he was just wrapped in a towel; he was slightly built but all firm and muscular, I guess from being in the military; however, revealing the bottom half made me gasp a little. His legs were as similarly toned as his top half, but it was his cock that drew my attention. Even flaccid, it must have been eight inches and very, very thick. It was very dark and smooth along the shaft, and the head, which must have been at least two inches long, was exposed as he was circumcised.
For a moment, my mouth drooled at the sight of it, but I thought I’d better remain kind of professional, so I covered him over with the duvet. I then realized I had no real place to sleep as there was now no bedding on the roll-away bed. I decided that if I got into Maxine’s bed under her actual bedding, there would be some separation between Sam and me, as he was on top of that bedding, so I found a long tee shirt of Maxine’s, slipped it on, and slid under the covers. I'm pretty sure I’d be awake long before Sam anyway, so he probably wouldn’t even know that we’d kind of been in the same bed.
I fell asleep pretty quickly, as it had been a long day; however, I was a little restless and seemed to wake up a couple of times during the next couple of hours, often thinking I’d heard some movement. The third time I woke, I was sure there was some movement behind me, and then I felt his hand on my thigh. It was Sam; he’d woken and somehow ended up under the same bedding as I was under. I rolled over and spoke to him, "Sam, sweetie! Are you awake?”
“Uuuum! Yes, Miss Sarah,” he replied.
I asked him what he was doing, and he told me that he had felt my body next to him after he got into bed and just couldn’t help himself. Maybe it was the soft touch of his hand, the “Miss Sarah” thing, or the recollection of his wonderfully toned body and big cock, but I was suddenly aroused. However, I didn’t want things to proceed too far or too quickly, so I asked Sam what he was doing. He told me he just thought my body was amazing, and he wanted to be nice to me as I’d done so much for him.
"Oh, Sam, sweetie! That's very nice of you to say, but there is no need. You’re a young man, and I’m an old lady compared to you. Thirty plus years older!” I emphasized.
“Miss Sarah.” Sam responded. “You’re one of the sexiest ladies I have ever seen, beautiful and kind, and your body is amazing. I love it. Here I feel.” Sam guided my hand to his groin, and I felt his cock. It had grown, now semi-hard, and the once smooth shaft had thick veins running down the length of it. I instinctively stroked it with my hand, and it grew even more.
I could feel my body begin to tingle and wetness beginning in my pussycat. Thoughts of how good Ben, Marlon, and the other veterans had fucked me flooded my head. I wanted Sam to fuck me, but he made one final attempt at stopping this reckless act. “Sam sweetie! That’s very kind, but we shouldn’t do this.” I said it in a rather pathetic voice of protest.
Sam was unfazed. He slid a hand right up my t-shirt and cupped my breast. “I can’t help it, Miss Sarah. You're beautiful!” Sam quietly said. My resistance melted! I gripped Sam’s hard shaft and stroked it while I bent my head forward and kissed his now cleanly shaven face. His lips were soft, and I pushed my tongue between them. Seconds later, we were passionately kissing, and Sam was squeezing my breasts.
I briefly sat up and hauled off my tee shirt, exposing my breasts to Sam, before lying down next to him. I could see his eyes widen at the sight of my, now bare, breasts, complete with hard tingling nipples. "Oh, Sam, sweetie. Take me!” I pleaded. Sam didn’t hesitate; he leant his head forward and began to suck on my nipples, all the while maneuvering himself between my legs. Soon after he was there, I felt the head of his cock nudging against my pussycat. He had a couple of stabs at my love hole, but in his excitement, he was a little off. “Here sweetie! Let me!” I gently said as I reached down, gripped his throbbing cock, and guided it into my love hole.
Sam’s cock slid right into me, and he began to fuck me furiously but fairly gently, clearly not wanting to hurt me. His hard torso pressed against my body, squashing my breasts, my nipples tingling and rubbing against his chest. Despite how wet I was, Sam’s cock was really stretching my pussycat, but it felt amazing. I wanted this young man to seep inside me. I wanted him to fuck me hard and deep. “Oh yes, Sam, sweetie.” Ram your cock deep inside me.”
As I spoke, I heard Sam groan. His body tensed, and then he began to tremble. Then I felt it. His cock is pulsing inside me, pumping his hot load into my pussycat. Sam jerked several times, each one accompanied by a groan. Then he relaxed. "Oh, I’m sorry, Miss Sarah. I haven’t had a woman in a long time.” He said it softly, sounding very apologetic.
“It’s OK, Sam, sweetie.” I assured him. Despite him cumming, I could feel he was still pretty hard, and the length of his cock meant he hadn’t slipped out of me. I began to tense my pussy muscles, squeezing his shaft, and my hands slipped down to his firm buttocks, gripping them and pulling him deeper into me. For a minute or two, Sam didn’t move, and then I felt his cock twitching as it began to get fully hard again.
Seconds later, Sam propped himself up on his elbows and looked into my eyes. "Wow, Miss Sarah, you’re amazing!” he softly said.
“Shut up, sweetie, and just fuck me hard,” I pleaded. Once again, Sam needed no second invitation, and he began to thrust his cock deeply into me. I raised my knees and widened my legs, trying to get more of his cock into me; it was going so deep that it was bashing my cervix. Sam pushed himself up on his arms and shuffled forward, his thighs slipping under mine. He gripped my legs and began to pound my pussycat mercilessly. "Ooooooh, god, Sam! That’s fucking amazing. Yes, do it harder!” I shrieked.
As Sam increased the pace and power of his fucking, I grabbed one of my breasts, pinching my nipple, and my other hand wandered down my body until two of my fingers found my swollen little love bud. I began to rub furiously at my already swollen and ultrasensitive clitoral area. My pussycat felt like it was on fire, and my whole body began to tremble. “Oooooooohhhhh Yesssssss! Sammy! Give it to me, sweetie.” I gasped. My back arched, and I felt my whole body burning. Sam thrust deep and grunted, and my orgasm shuddered just as his cock erupted for the second time, pumping cum right into my womb.
Sam and I remained locked together as we both came hard, his cock throbbing inside my pulsing pussy, sucking the cum from his balls, for several minutes until finally both our bodies began to relax and we both breathed deeply. “Oh fuck, Sam, that was incredible, sweetie.” I said as I gently caressed his muscular torso.
"Well, Miss Sarah, I have to say you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever fucked.” I felt myself blushing; that bloody “Miss Sarah” thing from him gave me butterflies in my tummy. I thanked him and told him I’m sure he was just being kind. He reiterated the point and told me he was genuine and that no girl had ever made him hard again straight after he had cum. Although I didn’t believe him, I had to admit that I felt flattered.
After a couple of minutes, Sam’s long cock finally slipped from my pussy, despite the fact it didn’t feel totally flaccid, and I felt two loads of his cum begin to flow from my pussy. I asked Sam to get off me, as I needed to go to the bathroom, and he kindly rolled over onto his back, his big cock flopping onto his abdomen. I went to the bathroom and used some toilet tissue to wipe my pussycat and between my legs. I washed my hands and my pussycat with a washcloth and then stood there looking at myself in the mirror.
My hair was a mess, despite the fact it had been tied back, and my face was flushed. I had to admit, I did look like I’d been well and truly fucked. My nipples were still hard and tingling, and I cupped my breasts in my hands, admiring them as I gently squeezed. I stepped back a little to get a full view of myself. Although I had a little bit of spare flesh around the middle, I thought the rest of me looked pretty good for a woman in her late fifties, although I did wonder why a man in his early twenties would find me attractive.
I hadn’t been in the bathroom for more than ten minutes when I heard the door open. I knew it had to be Sam, and I guessed he needed the toilet, so I just stayed where I was. To my surprise, Sam didn’t go to the toilet; his reflection appeared in the mirror behind me. His chin was almost on my shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. “You look even sexier standing up, Miss Sarah.” He whispered in my ear. My god! There he goes again with the Miss Sarah thing, I thought as my body started to quiver with sexual excitement.
Sam kissed the side of my neck and slid his hands up my body, cupping my breasts. As he pulled me against him, I could feel his cock, which was now hard again, pressing against my buttocks. I reached a hand down and gripped his huge shaft. It felt wonderful, all throbbing and still slightly sticky from our mixed cum. I wanted to taste his cock and savor the taste of our cum juice, but before I had a chance to turn around, Sam put a hand on my shoulder and one on my tummy. He pushed my shoulders forward, and as I leaned forward, I put my hands against the sink to support me. I could still see the reflection of my face and breasts in the mirror, as well as Sam’s smiling face.
I saw Sam look down and feel his cock head between my pussy lips, and before I knew it, he had slid his huge cock into me, right to the hilt, his hips slapping against my buttocks. I could see my reflection in the mirror, and my face was a picture, all flushed and glazed over. I’d never really thought about how I might look with a huge cock stuck up to me before, and I liked what I was seeing. "Ohhhhh, Fuck Sammy. I love your cock in me.” I gasped as I felt his cock head nudge against my cervix.
Sam reacted to my comment by fucking me hard and fast, his hands reaching around and grabbing my breasts, using them to pull me backwards onto him more. As he began to thrust even harder, my body began to tremble, and I knew I wasn’t far off another orgasm. I pushed against the sink with my hands, forcing my body backwards, my buttocks meeting Sam’s thrusts. After about five more minutes, my pussycat started to contract, squeezing the huge cock inside me. Sam grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards and upwards. I could see my reflection in the mirror—my breasts bouncing, my face flushed—and it put me over the edge. I came again, my pussycat on fire, my whole body shaking to its core, and my legs feeling like they were going to collapse beneath me.
I desperately clung onto the sink to keep myself upright as my orgasmic wave shuddered through me, my pussy pulsing around Sam’s huge cock, and as it began to ebb away, I felt weak. “Oh Sammy. I can't stand it, sweetie.” I murmured. Sam pulled his cock from my pussycat and held onto me briefly before easing me down and sitting me on the toilet. He softly asked me if I was OK, and I assured him I was and that I just needed a minute. I sat on the toilet for several minutes, getting my breath and waiting for my body to stop trembling, before I looked up at Sam and said, “Holy fuck! That was incredible!”
Sam looked down at me, smiling, and said, “Glad you liked it, Miss Sarah,” before telling me he needed to pee. I still felt a little weak, so I stood and leant on the sink while he peed. I’d never really watched a guy pee close up before, and as I saw the thick, powerful jet of urine gushing from his semi-hard, firehose-like cock, I felt a little shudder go through me. When he finished, he began to squeeze his shaft and shake it, little droplets of urine splashing into the toilet.
After a few shakes, I asked him if he was finished, and he smiled at me and said, “Why don’t you check it out for me, Miss Sarah?” Without thinking, I grabbed his semi-hard cock; it was still throbbing in my hand. I squeezed the shaft and shook it. One solitary drop of urine dripped out.
“I think so, Sammy, sweetie.” I said as I continued to stroke his cock, all sticky with my cum. Sam didn’t even ask me; I just wanted to and needed to. I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. As I sucked, a dribble of musky liquid coated my tongue. It must have been residue of Sam’s pee; it was tangy and not unpleasant. I carried on, and the taste was soon replaced with the sweet taste of my sticky cumin juice. I moaned with sexual bliss as I sucked on Sam’s sticky shaft, which quickly became hard again.
Sam gently lifted me off the floor and led me back to the bedroom, walking backwards. When he reached the bed, he lay down across it and asked me to get on top and straddle his face in a sixty-nine position. I’d done that numerous times and loved the feeling of a guy pleasuring me orally whilst I sucked on his cock, so I quickly obliged, and soon my head was bobbing up and down on Sam’s hard pole whilst he sucked, licked, and probed my pussycat with his tongue.
We continued like this for what seemed like ages, Sam’s cock regularly releasing little gushes of pre-cum, which tasted sweet on my tongue, making it tingle. Every so often Sam would reach an arm around and pull on one of my rock-hard nipples, making me let out a little squeal of joy and suck on his huge cock harder, taking it as deeply into my mouth as I could.
I could feel my orgasmic wave returning; I wasn’t sure it ever went, and Sam must have noticed my pussyfoot tensing and my body beginning to quiver. He clamped his mouth over my swollen clitoral area and began to tease it really hard with his tongue. This made me shake but also made me want his cock and hopefully his cum in my mouth even more. I sucked harder, and soon both our actions became more intense and frantic. We were both breathing heavily, and I felt Sam’s cock swell even more in my mouth. I couldn’t hold back, and I felt my orgasm hit me, releasing gushes of cum from my pussycat. Sam moaned, his mouth clamped hard on my pussy, and his pelvis rose, thrusting his cock into my mouth and filling it with hot, sticky cum.
We spent several minutes devouring each other's love juice until we both seemed spent, our bodies almost unable to move as we both breathed heavily. Eventually I mustered the energy to roll off Sam, and we both shuffled into the bed proper, laying side by side. Sam looked at me and said, “You are wonderful, Miss Sarah.” Before I could answer, he kissed me, a long, gentle kiss allowing me to savor my taste on his lips before we both lay back and drifted off to sleep.
I wasn’t sure how long we slept, but something suddenly woke me. I craned my neck to look at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was 0515 AM. I’d had the alarm set for 0600 AM so I could be up, showered, dressed, and get the water boiler ready for the shelter opening at 0700 AM, knowing Maxine would be arriving at around 0630 AM, by which time I wanted Sam up and dressed, his roll-away bed back in the store room.
As I thought about those things, I realized what had woken me was Sam, or more to the point, his fingers, gently probing my pussycat. I let out a groan, and he could tell I was awake and now very wet between the legs. He pushed the cover off of me, and his head rose off the bed, finding its way to my breasts, where he gently clamped a nipple between his lips. My pussycat throbbed and was sore, stinging even, despite Sam’s gentle touch.
"Oh, Sam, sweetie, that’s nice, but I’m kind of really sore down there.” I said.
Sam lifted his head, looked into my eyes, and said, "Please, Miss Sarah. Can we do it one more time? I’ll be gentle.”
What could I do? The Miss Sarah thing had me quivering, and my pussycat was soaking wet. I knew I couldn’t take another deep penetration, but I didn’t want to upset Sam. I thought for a moment and rolled onto my side, facing my back to my young, horny lover, before I said, “From behind, sweetie, but don’t put it all the way in.” I felt Sam slide closer behind me, and his hard cock nudged against my buttocks. I bent my knee and raised it, opening my pussy a little more, and felt the head of Sam’s wonderful cock penetrate me.
True to his word, Sam was gentle, sliding his huge cock in and out just enough to make me gasp but not deep enough to hurt me. He wrapped an arm around my body and cupped one of my breasts, gently squeezing it and thumbing my nipple every so often. I closed my eyes and began to wander off to a very wonderful, sexually charged place in my mind, with this young stud fucking me. Sam sped up a little but still didn’t drive his cock fully home. I was so horny I wanted to cough but wasn’t sure I would, even with Sam whispering horny comments in my ear. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was 0535 a.m.
"Sam, sweetie, stop a minute, please.” I said. Sam froze, asking me if I was OK. I told him I was fine, but I just needed him to pull out for a minute. Sam withdrew his cock from me straight away, and as soon as he had, I rolled onto my back and looked across at him. I had no choice; this young stud could be gone from my life forever in a few hours. I smiled at Sam and said, “To hell with being sore. Just fuck me, Sam, like you did yesterday, nice and hard and deep, sweetie.”
Sam paused for a moment before getting between my legs, lifting them, spreading them wide, and pushing his cock against my pussycat. “Are you sure, Miss Sarah?” He asked.
“Oh yes, Sammy.” I replied. “Fuck me, sweetie, and fill me with your cum.” Almost as soon as I’d said those words, Sam plunged his cock into me and started to fuck me hard and deep. I soon forgot about the soreness in my pussy when the wave of sexual arousal surged through my body. My fingers clawed at Sam’s body, and my nails dug into his firm buttocks as I begged him over and over to fuck me. I was like a woman possessed, and Sam fucked me with the speed and power of a train. My senses were overwhelmed, and I became ******* of everything apart from the fire radiating through my body. My hard nipples were tingling and stinging when Sam pulled on them. I vaguely heard Sam groan that he was going to cum, and as I felt the wave of hot liquid erupt inside me, I orgasmed so hard I almost passed out.
Minutes later, I was panting and hadn’t moved. I knew Sam had withdrawn from me as the cool air rushed around my gaping pussycat. I heard a sound in the bathroom and figured it must be Sam. As I sat up to look, the alarm went off. I looked at the clock and saw it was 0600 a.m. My sexual adventure with this young stud was over, and I had the business of the day to get on with. I stood and went to the bathroom to shower, and Sam joined me. We showered together and then came back to the bedroom. I looked at the bed; it was a mess. I knew I’d have to come clean with Maxine, and the thought actually made me smile.
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