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"I should finish this before I quit for the weekend, Miss Hartstone. I won't be too long."

"Well okay, but lock the gate on your way out."

"Yes, ma'am." She cringed at that. Although many of the seasonal employees were young enough to be her children, she didn't like the ma'am part. She was old enough to be EJ's mother. She'd never married, and closing in on fifty-five, never expected too. She kind of brought the ma'am thing on herself; she was always Miss Hartstone. No one called her Sylvia.

It was almost an hour later before EJ finished. It was boiling hot. The fateful decision was that he took off his clothes, all of them, and jump off the end of the dock. There could not have been anything more refreshing. He lingered.

To make sure you understand, there was no one around. Sylvia Hartstone was long gone. Except she wasn't. Half way home, she realized that she'd left the safe in her office unlocked.

She turned around and was just getting out of her car when she heard splashing. Quietly she walked toward the dock, and was shocked to see one of her employees in the water. Further shocking her, he walked out of the water, naked, walked back to the end of the dock and dove in again.

From her hidden vantage point, she watched. What fascinated her, was that even in the cool water, which as most of you know causes considerable shrinkage, EJ's manhood was still considerable. You might describe it as dangling.

Although Miss Hartstone didn't have much experience; although once she'd been engaged, she knew what she was seeing was unusual. Three years ago, she'd had a brief affair. The fucking was good, the pussy eating better, but her lover was looking for someone younger.

She watched and watched, and finally made her own decision. The next time he walked to the end of the dock, she took his clothes, and was standing at water's edge when he emerged in chest-deep water. "Mr. Rascher, this is highly irregular. You are way out of bounds. We need to have a serious discussion."

"Now?" He was walking toward shore, and was up to his waist. He had no intention of going into shallower water with this woman standing there.

"Yes, now. Earlier today, I inspected room 211. It's clean, the bed's made. I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes." She walked away, smiling and holding his clothes above her head. All his clothes.

EJ looked around; there was nothing he could do. There was nothing to cover up with. Not even leaves off a tree. The ski resort was in a pine forest. He might find something in his car, but the car was locked, and you guessed it, his keys were in the clothes Miss Hartstone had confiscated.

He had no choice, but to walk to the hotel, less than a hundred yards away. On the way he tried numerous doors; they were all locked.

The main entrance to the hotel was the only one unlocked. Down the hallway, he could see one door open; the door to room 211, where he was certain that Miss Hartstone was waiting.

After leaving the dock, Sylvia checked her office and locked the safe. Then made sure that every door between the main entrance, where EJ had to go, was locked. She turned on the lights in the hallway. In Room 211, she undressed. Down to her bra and panties, she watched from the window as he walked to the hotel entrance. She laughed as he tried to cover up and tried all the doors. ‘Damn, that's one big cock,' she thought.

When she heard him down the hall, she stood in the doorway, holding a towel. "Is this what you're looking for Mr. Rascher?"

She held it out, but snatched it back as he approached, and walked backwards into the room, as if luring him in, which is exactly what she was doing.

In the room, he looked around trying to find his clothes. Miss Hartstone was staring, and to her surprise, EJ's cock was starting to rise.

"Mr. Rascher, a woman like me doesn't get an opportunity like this very often. A man willingly comes to my bed, and is apparently excited to see me. First, let me help you dry off."

As you know since he was eighteen, women had fallen all over him. Mature or even old women like Lenora Davis, Adriana Cook, Marlene Vanderwahl, Betty Manley, Kat McBride and of course those high school teachers and college professors. They all wanted to fuck, and needed no instruction or showed little hesitation in cocksucking. There was something about those older women and blowjobs. It wasn't unusual for him to hear, "EJ, at my age, I doubt I'll ever have the opportunity to suck a cock like yours again. I hope I don't disappoint you."

It was different with some of the teenagers and twenty-somethings. They could fuck all night, but were unsure of their skills while on their knees. "EJ, I never do this on the first date, but your cock was so good to me last night." Then they'd go down on him.

Miss Sylvia Hartstone was not like that. She got on her knees and used the towel to dry off his balls and his shaft, which by now was almost fully erect. It seemed to take forever for her to dry him off. The parts not covered by the towel; she examined closely. That circumcised head, those veins, those balls. It was by far the biggest she'd ever seen.

Once she finished, she dried off his thighs, knees and calves; front and back. As she maneuvered around, EJ's cock hit her in the face. She giggled. "Now, you can dry off the rest, while I become even more familiar with this." She handed him the towel. Like most of those other older women, she put his cock in her mouth. First, just licking his cockhead.

While drying off, EJ looked down at her. Frankly, he'd never given her much thought. Miss Hartstone was always dressed professionally. Her clothing rarely revealing her physical assets. Now, he could see a deep cleavage, although given her age, he expected that she'd have flabby, hanging titties like those other mature women. While she was standing in the doorway, wearing just her bra and panties, he noticed she was what he called a little wide in the beam. Others might use the term fat ass.

Well, fat ass Sylvia Hartstone may not have sucked a cock in ages, but she hadn't lost any of her considerable talent. Eliot let her keep sucking and sucking. "Miss Hartstone, are you ready for me to fill your mouth?"

She shook her head ‘no.' Then bobbed up and down faster and faster. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm."

Ten minutes later, "Now?"

She tried to say yes with a mouth full of cock. Then he spurted and spurted.

"Hmmmm, hmmmmm, Thank you, EJ, That was the best cock I've ever sucked. I hope you'll let me do it again." "I can't imagine why I wouldn't."

"You probably need a rest. Working all day, that swim must have been tiring, and then this." She kissed his cockhead. "First, I need a real shower, with real soap," he laughed.

"If you don't mind, I'll be waiting in bed for you." That's when she took off her bra.

EJ gasped. Of all the women he'd been with: young, old. Fat, skinny. "EJ, it seems you like the way I look?" She smiled. "Miss Hartstone, I've been with a few women, I've never seen more perfect ummm, ummmm. . ." Even those twenty-somethings he bedded in those Manhattan hotels didn't have tits as perfect as Sylvia Hartstone.

‘You can call them tits, EJ. And I must tell you, the men who've told me that I had nice tits, I was certain wanted to get in my panties. You haven't got there yet, but I think you'll agree you got something better," she laughed. "Anyhow, you can get in my panties if you want." Miss Hartstone took off her panties. "I'll be waiting in bed for you."

After working in the hot sun all day, EJ certainly needed a shower. It didn't seem to bother Sylvia Hartstone when she was blowing him, but he'd certainly feel better.

Without thinking, he came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with the towel over his head. "EJ, standing there like that has my mouth watering for more. Do you want to rest for a while?" She threw back the blanket; a clear invitation.

"Ummm, after what you did to me, I hate to say I could use a few minutes, but I could use a few minutes."

"When you say what I did to you. You mean blowjob, don't you? You can say it, EJ. I won't be offended. When you wake up from your little rest, I'd love to hear you say, ‘Miss Hartstone, I can't think of anything better than another blowjob.'

It didn't happen exactly that way, but Miss Hartstone wasn't complaining.

An hour after he closed his eyes, "wake up, sleepy head; Miss Hartstone wants to play." When he opened his eyes, he was staring at the most gorgeous tits he'd ever seen. She was shaking them right in his face and giggling. "Does EJ want to play with Miss Hartstone's titties?"

Kissing, squeezing, licking, nibbling all followed, while Sylvia was playing with EJ's cock which got harder by the minute. "I know I promised you another blowjob, but EJ, I know I'm not young and pretty, but I could use a good fucking. Fuck me, EJ." She got on her back, legs spread.

"Miss Hartstone, I find you very attractive. I don't think that my cock would get this hard if I wasn't." It was a bit of a lie, but having your cock sucked will do that to a guy. Having those perfect tits in his face will do that to a guy.

It wasn't the fucking he expected. As soon as his cockhead passed the entrance of her pussy, Miss Hartstone started. Like when Miss Landis had an orgasm, Sylvia was a wild woman; that fat ass rocked the bed. It was all EJ could do to hold on. "Ride me, baby, ride me like a wild stallion. Fuck my pussy until I can't walk or talk. Give me that big cock. Make me beg to suck your cock. Beg me to give you a blowjob, then another."

"Tell me what you want, Miss Hartstone," EJ said as he slammed into her again and again.

"I want you to fuck my pussy, just like that. I want to suck your cock until you can't get hard." All the while that big ass was bouncing. "Like that, EJ. Keep fucking my pussy just like that. My pussy, baby, oooh, my pussy. My pussy loves your cock. Don't deny my pussy your cock; keep giving it to me."

She was loud. Everyone, anywhere in the resort on the grounds could hear her. Except there wasn't anyone within miles. No man can wait forever; especially the way Miss Hartstone was fucking him. When it was over, she took him in her arms, and hugged him against those magnificent tits. "Thank you, EJ. I'm yours whenever you want it. And I mean in my pussy or my mouth. I still owe you another blowjob."

"Miss Hartstone, you've worn me out. I need some sleep."

"You rest. I'm sure you'll be hungry later. I'll go find us something to eat."

Before she finished dressing, EJ was asleep.

She returned with pizza and beer. "EJ, we can spend the weekend here or we can go to my house."

"Right now, I have everything I want right here." He felt her up through her blouse.

"Titties and pussy, I can't imagine a young man could want anything more. Oh wait, EJ are you ready for that blowjob now?"

Cock hungry, insatiable, deep throater, voracious, greedy were all ways to describe Miss Sylvia Hartstone over the next few hours. She had the stamina of a marathon runner, and EJ accommodated her.

The next morning there was fucking, but Miss Hartstone insisted that she needed to get EJ's cock ready with her mouth. "Besides, sucking your cock gets my pussy juices flowing. It makes it easier for my pussy to take your horse cock."

Sunday afternoon, they cleaned up their mess, changed the sheets and left Room 211 as they found it.

Everyday about 4 PM, Miss Hartstone closed the resort. Now, with a lover, she closed up at exactly 4 PM, and EJ followed her to her home, where he took a shower.

She joined him. "EJ, my titties need to be washed good before you play with them." She handed him the soap and giggled.

Sometime later, Miss Hartstone got on her knees to wash his cock. To be fair, there was more sucking than washing. In bed there was more sucking until the fucking started. They'd roll around her big bed with him on top. "EJ, I used to love being on top, but I've gained a little weight. I hope I don't hurt you. Is it okay?"

The was nothing like it. Of course, he'd fucked like that before, but the way that big ass rode his cock, and the way those majestic titties bounced was a sight to behold. "Oh EJ, your cock is so far up my pussy. Your cock, oooh your cock. My pussy's in heaven. Let me keep fucking you, EJ."

What she meant was that she wasn't ready for him to cum. If she was asked, she'd admit that she never wanted him to cum. She'd just ride that cock all night.

Of course it wasn't like that. However, throughout the night. There was more fucking and then more. "EJ, Miss Hartstone's pussy can't get enough of your cock. Are you ready to fuck me again?"

That was Monday night. The rest of the week was more of the same. Miss Hartstone wasn't wrong; her pussy couldn't get enough of EJ's cock.

Friday morning as they dressed for work. "EJ, here's a key. Why don't you leave work at noon, come here get some rest? I'm going to want your cock all weekend."

In a way that's what happened.

Shortly after 4, Miss Hartstone arrived home. EJ was asleep. She took a shower, and as she'd done before woke him up by putting her tits in his face. "Could any man wake up to anything more beautiful?" He told her, smiling.

"All I've thought about all day was you on top of me, fucking my brains out. Are you ready?" She got on her back.

That was Friday night. It had been much like that Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights.

Saturday morning, while EJ slept, Miss Hartstone made a fateful decision in the shower. She did some grooming with a razor and scissors. "I hope he likes the way I look." Not that he hadn't seen it before.

After drying off, she woke him up in the usual manner. "EJ, my pussy hasn't had your cock in almost ten hours. It's so ready, but EJ, I know I'm an old lady, with an old lady pussy, but I haven't had my pussy eaten since you were a small boy. Could you, could you, please?"

He'd never given it any thought. The fucking and sucking were so good, and just thinking of playing with those titties made him hard. Besides, as you know eating pussy wasn't a deal breaker; pussy was pussy.

As you recall, he'd recently spent weeks eating Honey Masters' pussy which indeed tasted like honey, but who had become too much of a braggart.

He spent much of the morning eating. Miss Harstone spent much of the morning in orgasmic joy. "Miss Hartstone, you have the tastiest, sweetest pussy." Which of course, prompted another orgasm.

"My pussy, EJ. Ooooh my pussy. Your tongue is so good to my pussy. Keep eating me, please. Tell me you love to eat my pussy."

All he could do was mumble.

Later that afternoon, EJ thought the fucking was beyond anything, EVER!!!! It was so good that he vowed to eat Miss Hartstone all the time. She got on top and bounced on his cock; that big ass like a perpetual motion machine. To say nothing of watching those magnificent titties.

As they laid in bed almost ready to get some sleep, Miss Hartstone kissed him on the mouth. "EJ, don't you think you should give my pussy a kiss goodnight?" She giggled.

It was after midnight when his tongue quit. Her numerous orgasms prompted her, "EJ, come up here and fuck me. My pussy is so ready to get fucked."

Sunday was a cocksucking day. "EJ, my pussy is so sore. You don't mind, do you?"

Fucking, sucking getting eaten wasn't enough for Miss Hartstone. EJ would have been happy banging that pussy or enjoying that talented mouth, even eating her old, but sweet pussy. That's not what Sylvia had in mind.

By the following Monday afternoon everyone working at the resort knew that Miss Hartstone had a boyfriend; a young handsome boyfriend who took good care of the desires and needs of a woman her age. What was it about these old women? Did everyone have to know?

She didn't come right out and say it, but you couldn't wipe the smile off her face. Besides, every time she saw EJ, there was love or was it lust in her eyes? Usually, she was heavily made-up. There was none today, except for lipstick, which was really a lip balm to soothe the rawness. People noticed that she didn't sit down either.

By Monday evening, Eliot (EJ) Rascher had disappeared. Having a girlfriend was too complicated, and far too stressful.

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