"All Aboard!" Part 2

"All Aboard!" Part 2


by Julius
Copyright 2003



Sunday, by half past ten it was obvious Bob wasn't coming. She'd really been looking forward to him. Readying everything for breakfast and even dressing herself as a maid. 'Robert,' she thought, 'you'd better have a damned good excuse.'

She ate a lonely breakfast and tried to let herself down gently.

By one o'clock she'd wondered if Mark too had decided not to come.

To her delight he did arrive, just before two. Tall and young and shy. He looked more man than boy now, with blonde good looks and a smile that made her heart pitter patter. When she asked, he told her he could stay as long as she needed him and Muriel wondered wistfully if he would last that long. She really had work for him but nothing she couldn't have nagged Art into doing or done quite easily herself.

She'd showered around noon and still wore her pink, terry-cloth bathrobe when she answered the door. Muriel showed him through into the kitchen and made them coffee. She explained that there was a ton of boxed papers in the attic that Art wanted thrown out and there was another pile of stuff in the basement to haul up to the attic. Mark sat sipping his coffee and said he'd be happy to help. Muriel thought he looked good enough to eat.

She led the way upstairs and made him stand at the turn in the stairs while she brought the ladder down out of the attic. "There's a trick to this thing or it tries to kill you!" Muriel reached up and caught the ring and pulled. A click and the door dropped down. She caught the ladder and steadied it as it unfolded. "Art ended up with three stitches in his head the first time we used this."

Mark started up the stairs again but she motioned to him to wait. "What do you think of the outfit?" she asked, fumbling the belt of her robe undone. "I wore it specially for you."

Poor Mark gaped at her as she opened the robe. Just black bra and panties, nothing else. She stood a couple of steps above him, he just looked, lips slightly parted. His few years of necking and fumbling hadn't prepared him for this. Mark wasn't quite a virgin but so far sex had been all haste and stolen moments with young creatures who knew little more than he. Beyond that, just his left hand and his imagination. Now this! This was what his wildest dreams had been like.

The panties were barely three feet from his face. Silky things, edged in black lace. They clung to her soft contours. Brown curls escaped from the sides, some glistening coppery gold in the bright light from the small window. So much bare skin! Thighs and belly, her navel, a tiny, beckoning cave. His erection strained and swelled inside his jeans. A soft, awed "Oh!!" escaped him.

She loved his reaction. After all she was old enough to ... 'No Muriel, don't go there!' she told herself.

She turned her back to him and slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it slither to the floor. Mark swallowed and shifted his feet nervously. Her spare pounds showed on her ass and the panties were too small to cover her. But she looked good and she knew it. The panties crossed her buttocks diagonally and disappeared between them. Mark thought her unutterably sexy and beautiful. His cock ached and his heart hammered. Oh how his cock ached! Mark was suddenly lost and didn't know what he wanted ... he just knew he wanted, desperately.

Muriel moved away and said "Let's see what needs moving up there." She started up the ladder. Mark moved to follow, his hand down his jeans getting his rigid cock more comfortable. His foot tangled in her bathrobe and he almost fell.

Muriel stood halfway up the ladder peering around the attic while Mark gazed up at her. Free of her gaze he feasted his eyes on her thighs and the wonderful mixof tight, black fabric and bare skin that was her ass. He wanted to kiss the backs of her knees but somehow couldn't get up the nerve.

She peeked down at him. He seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. Muriel rejoiced in her own arousal, she was going deliciously mad inside. That intense happiness that seems to bubble in the chest suddenly washed over her. Mark's youth and innocence struck her too and at that moment she realised there was more to this than satisfying her own needs. This had to be good for him too, she had to make it magic for Mark. Perhaps change him from callow youth into a gentle and skilled lover. What a sweet challenge!

Mark moved back as Muriel came down and turned and stood on the ladder's bottom step. Now he was treated to a close up of her bosom. The bra dated from a Muriel thirty pounds younger and it really wasn't adequate for the job any more. Her big breasts threatened to spill out over the tops of the cups. Mark could actually feel the heat of her on his face. The soft swells and the sweet, deep cleavage between were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

"My dressing like this doesn't bother you does it Mark?" she asked him, knowing very well how it was affecting him. The shape of the front of his jeans told her that.

"No of course not," he lied. By now Mark was very much bothered by Muriel's clothing or rather her lack of it. He was desperately aroused. He wanted to just grab her and do things but his awful shyness and lack of experience left him helpless to move.

Muriel of course had been enjoying the effect she was having on him, his very obvious arousal. It was so very flattering, so very, very flattering. Frightening too, a tiger by the tail! Her arousal was mounting. She felt the pulse of her heart all through her, the heat of her own need glowing hotly betwixt throat and nipples. She found herself gently rubbing one knee against the other, she was actually trembling.

Mark rubbed his palms on his jeans. She saw him shake his head and swallow hard. He seemed almost close to tears.

"Hey, Mark, take it easy." she said softly.

His eyes met hers. He started to speak but no sound came. He gestured at her with his hands and his eyes swept down over her and back up. "I, oh God! I want..."

"We both want Mark, I'm feeling what you're feeling," she told him quietly.

She moved away from the ladder and took his elbow and turned him to lean his back on the steps. Muriel reached out and unsnapped his jeans and caught the tag of his zipper with a finger nail. She whispered, "Let me help, just be still, just relax baby." As she began to ease the zipper down his body went rigid. She froze too, he was about going to come.

'Not now, not like this ... not just yet!' she begged silently. They both stood like statues. Slowly, slowly Mark relaxed, the crisis had passed ... for the moment.

Again she began working the zipper down, virtually one tooth at a time. When she had it open all the way she slid his jeans down his long legs. He wore white boxer shorts and now his erect cock had become, to Muriel's hungry eyes, a huge ridge. A wet patch at the top of this ridge glistened, proclaiming his arousal. She licked her lips and with hands that trembled, reached for the elastic waistband. As she hooked her fingers into his shorts his hands moved to stop her but then he stopped half-way and relaxed. Muriel gave a little smile, he was hers! Slowly, carefully , she worked them off his hips and finally slid them down his thighs.

"Oh God! It's beautiful!" she breathed.

"Really?" croaked a disbelieving Mark.

"Oh yes, beautiful."

Muriel had never studied a cock this close up but she did now. She wanted to touch but didn't dare, Mark was balanced on the edge, she knew. The almost shiny look of the tight stretched skin. Veins, small and large following their random courses up and down the lovely column. The swollen head, dark red, with its perfect, leaking little slit! She licked her lips and felt a sudden, very real hunger. Her whole body seemed to strain towards this thing. She wanted it, needed it. Her hands itched to touch, her lips swollen and lovely, begged to kiss and suck.

A little of the tension seemed to ebb away from Mark and she finally dared to touch him. She closed her small hand around him. Her fingers didn't go all the way! His heat and his hardness amazed her. He was so big and she felt suddenly so small and a little quiver of fear hit her. Her thighs pressed together defensively.

He moaned at her touch and she looked up at him. His gaze was on her. She released him for a moment and drooled saliva into her palm and grabbed his cock. Squeezing him tightly, began to stroke him. He sobbed, "No! God no! You'll make me come!"

"Yes Mark I will," she told him, "on purpose ... you're too close now, too aroused for us to play."

"But...!" That one word as all he managed before he did come. His helpless need had overwhelmed him.

With his teeth gritted and his body quaking he jetted his come at Muriel. She grabbed his cock with her other hand too and just crouched happily over him, letting him come ... how could she stop him?

She milked him urgently, happily. It was on her face, in her hair, under her chin and still he came. Over her throat and breasts. She was laughing and telling him it was alright, it was wonderful.

Poor Mark couldn't believe what was happening! Trying to say 'sorry!' while coming uncontrollably isn't easy but he tried. Finally her words reached him. She wasn't angry with him at all! In fact she seemed delighted! When he was finally finished he reached awkwardly for his shorts to try and wipe away some of the mess. But she stopped him.

"Don't you even think of it! I love it. I love it all over me," then she added seriously, "besides it's good for my complexion."

"Really?" he asked in surprise.

She fought back the smile, "Really," she told him and gently rubbed his come over her breasts with her fingertips, making her skin shine with his wetness.

Muriel's arousal was now frightening and she glanced down at Mark's softening cock with longing. It was her turn to not know what to do. She motioned Mark to move aside and went up the ladder and sat on the edge of the hole looking down at him between her knees.

He looked up. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Sorry, why?" her voice gentle.

"For losing control just now."

"Don't be sorry Mark. What we just did was beautiful and natural. I loved doing it to you, loved watching you come. Besides, it felt good didn't it?"

He gazed up at her for a long time and finally said, "It was wonderful!"

She thought for a while. Her body was crying out for loving and before she could stop herself, asked him, "Would you like to come up here and do the same thing to me Mark?"

Surprise, and maybe panic, seemed to flicker across his face. "You mean ...?"

"That's just what I mean Mark," she said smiling down at him.

He moved towards the ladder.

There were fifteen boxes to be thrown out and she grabbed the first and struggled it onto her thighs. When his face appeared above the box she slid it towards him.

Confused he murmured, "I thought you wanted to, wanted me to ..."

"I'm teasing me," she explained, "sometimes the waiting is fun, waiting and waiting until you think you'll go mad."

"I guess," he murmured and took the box. She had to open her legs wide to let him struggle the cardboardbox down past her. Six boxes later and she was sweating, it was hot up in the attic.

She called down to him to bring them a couple of beers from the fridge. While he was gone she lay back and lifted her legs and struggled out of the panties. She glanced down between her opened legs. The bulb hanging above her head lit her perfectly. She fought the urge to touch herself and wished he'd hurry. Her longing wasn't going away.

Mark struggled awkwardly up the steps with a beer in either hand. He handed one to Muriel and then tipped his own bottle. He caught sight of her exposed pussy in mid swallow, choked and fought for a moment then turned enough to miss her and sprayed beer across the attic.

She ran her fingertips down over her belly and into her curls. "Would you like to stroke her?"

To Muriel's delight his cock swelled and lifted in one slow steady movement to stand rigid and perfect. It was superb and she yearned to do everything to it, to have it do everything to her. Now Muriel's control was slipping. Her body seemed to vibrate, every nerve focused between her legs, she'd melt soon and simply run hot and wet out of herself.

Mark reached out cautiously and ran the backs of his fingers over her curls. "Oh wow!" he said softly.

She wriggled her buttocks to the edge of the hole, not caring about splinters and simply lay back on the rough dusty boards that floored the attic. "Now would you like to kiss her?"

'Please God, let him know what to do!' she begged silently. All she felt was a desperate want, a want centered between her legs and up inside. An itch that wasn't an itch but oh, she had to have it scratched.

To her blissful amazement the next thing she felt was his face, his mouth between her legs. He was licking her, slowly, wonderfully. She cried out so loudly that he stopped and raised his head asking what was wrong,

"Nothing, nothing at all, don't stop, don't ever stop!"

He was not too rough, not too gentle and she wondered if he was more experienced than she'd guessed. She struggled her legs up and let them rest on his shoulders, her thighs hugging his head.

Any thoughts she'd had of teaching him, guiding him vanished. Teaching could wait for another time. His tongue on her, in her was enough magic at her level of arousal. Her body took over as Muriel began her climb and she forgot everything but the heaven she was in. She clung and thrust, bouncing her ass on the boards using him, losing herself.

Her coming was an incredible thing. She bucked and humped and struggled. Poor Mark thought he'd drown or suffocate as she held him with her legs, ground herself against his mouth and climaxed.

She sobbed and squirmed on the rough boards. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she forced his mouth against her. Then she was done, it was over and she was begging him to stop. He lifted his mouth from herand she fell back bonelessly limp. A beautiful silence with only her sobbing breath at its centre.

His disbelieving voice reached her from far away, "I love the way you smell and taste."

She smiled, "I love the way you lick!"

Mark stood on the ladder, his left hand gently stroking his cock and wanting more. He gazed at her wet-curled centre. Her legs spread wide, her pinkness open, glistening.

Finally Muriel struggled up onto her elbows and looked at him. She saw his hand moving, the need in his eyes. His cock was so beautiful, so ready. Her brain asked her pussy and her pussy answered with a subtle contraction. She wanted more of him, more of that!

Mark watched as she struggled to sit up and then she got over onto her hands and knees. She bent her elbows and her breasts, still just in their bra, were flattened against the dusty planks. Her ass was high in the air as she signalled her readiness with the timeless pose and added the word "Please!".

He scrambled up behind her and, holding her hips with his hands slid himself in.

'She's so tight!' thought Mark.

'He's so big!' thought Muriel.

It was an almost gentle coupling. Mark pumped slowly. Her tightness, her milking spasms so exquisite. She was like nothing he'd ever imagined.

Muriel made love to him with her pussy, revelling in the way he filled her, opened her, plumbed her depths.There was a gentleness in his beautiful hunger. He filled her completely, length and thickness. She'd never felt so complete. He'd withdraw until just the head remained in her and then thrust, long and slow, deep, deep, deep. Utterly perfect, she wanted to scream, to cry, wanted it to never end, never.

They seemed to bring each other to climax. Perfect harmony, prefect lovers. 'Impossible' her mind told her. His first spasm triggered her. He shuddered and she felt his first gush inside her and her pussy answered, milking his cock. As he jetted and pulsed she ground her ass back against his thrusts, sobbing and begging through an endless orgasm.

They collapsed onto the rough boards of the attic, him heavy on top of her. Still he thrust and squirmed against her soft, sweet ass. Her buttocks clenched and writhed under him working on the softening cock still buried in her. He nuzzled his face into her neck, into her hair and told her she was beautiful.




Muriel stood and watched as he dressed. How small, how cute his cock was now. She was naked and filthy andhis eyes never left her. She felt his juices oozing down between her nearly-closed thighs. He thought her the most lovely creature in the world. Her breasts had somehow failed to escape the bra completely but the overflow was dust-smudged from the attic boards, a nipple peeped shyly, like a rising sun. He wanted very much to get his hands on those breasts, to see, to touch, to suckle her nipples. He saw the glisten between her thighs and knew it was from him.

"Can we ...?" a pleading question from him.

"Oh yes we can! Phone me Mark." She wanted more of this too!

She kissed him goodbye at the door.



The mirror by the door showed her a woman whose hair was a mess, whose body was dirt streaked. But the woman smiled at her and looked wonderfully happy. She had cobwebs in her hair and maybe even a little splinter or two in her ample ass. Was this really theMuriel she knew?

"Oh yes!" her reflection said.


Cont'd in Part 3