The Grim Reaper's Mate

Chapter 11

Cheryl rode him as if she had just been let out of jail after serving a long stretch. She was a real slut that one. Never has he had his c**k f****d and sucked as much. A woman on fire with passion and lust for his young, hot, hard body, his c**k was red raw and sore, after she was done with him. Then, when one of his friends caught her husband hiding in the closet, after he sneezed, a regular Mrs. Robinson, he discovered later that they seduced and videotaped all the young guys in the neighborhood.

"What's your name?"

She made eye contact with him and turning to face him, she crossed her legs wide and high enough, and slow and long enough, to let him know, even in a dimly lit bar, that she wasn't wearing panties. Oh, boy, tonight was the night. She gave him a good, long look that let him not only know that she was interested in him but also this was his lucky night. Buckle up, because he was in for a wild ride.

"George. And you?"

He imagined her name being something sexy and something worthy of, at least, four syllables, Veronica, Gabriella, Elizabeth, or Angelica. Yeah, she looked as beautiful as any angel he imagined.

"Maureen."

"Hi Maureen, pleased to meet you," he said shaking her hand. No doubt, with the red hair and the Irish first name, she was from the Emerald Island.

He had to look longer to see if she was wearing a bra. With her big n*****s pushing against the material of her half opened blouse, he didn't think she was. Yet, much like the high breasts of the young, virgin, black women that Hemingway described walking on the beach in Africa with lions, how could her boobs stay so proudly displayed like that? The breasts of women her age, even younger, sag much more than that.

They must be fake, he thought. They must be silicon, no doubt. A very skilled plastic surgeon must have carefully crafted her those amazing breasts. Then, he thought, maybe she's a stripper or an ex-stripper. With those breasts, she could have posed for Playboy. Maybe she had. Maybe she's an ex-Playboy Playmate stripper. Wow! He always wanted to bed a Playboy Playmate stripper, as much as he wanted to have hot s*x with a professional football cheerleader, while she was wearing her abbreviated costume and waving her pom poms and enlivening him with a cheer, when in bed with her. Double wow!

His mind filled with fantasy s*x, he's never had s*x with a stripper, ex or otherwise, or a Playboy model, or a football cheerleader before. He never even had a lap dance from a stripper but, after watching her playing him, sitting there so sexy and pretending that she wasn't showing all that she was showing, after she crossed her legs so slow, so seductively, and so revealingly, he wanted a lap dance now from her.

After a few drinks and a conversation filled with laughter and s*x charged innuendoes, he invited her back to his place and she readily accepted his invitation. Once there in his apartment, they continued their game of teasing.

"I don't normally do this, allow someone to pick me up in a bar, especially man so young but, since this is Halloween, I thought I'd give you a treat, instead of a trick," she said with a sexy smile that gave him an excited image of what was to come.

Because it was Halloween, he thought she was speaking rhetorically and making use of an appropriate metaphor befitting of the holiday. He thought she meant giving him a treat, instead of a trick figuratively and not literally.

"I like treats, so much better than tricks," he said, playing along with her game of suggestive innuendoes. "What do you have in mind, Maureen?"

She walked up to him and parting his lips with her tongue, she gave him a kiss that blanked his mind, curled his toes, and stiffened his c**k. Unable to control himself any longer, he reached his hand to the front of her to feel her massive breasts with his horny palm, before wrapping his arm around her slim waistline. Then, moving his hand down along her backside, she allowed his hand to wander and to feel her firm, round ass. She had the body of a much younger woman. He had been with women in their twenties that didn't have as good of a body as she obviously had. The mere touch of her electrified him with a s****l lust he's never felt for any woman before.

Then, when she reached her hand forward and pulled down his zipper, he knew this Halloween would be a holiday night he'd remember forever. She kissed him deeper and more passionately with a French kiss that aroused him in the way he's never been aroused before, while reaching her hand inside his pants. With deft fingers, she felt him through his underwear, before pulling his underwear down enough to pull out his c**k.

"Is this what you want?" She looked up at him, while fondling the head of his big prick with her hand and her fingertips. Slowly and methodically, she stroked him.

"Oh, yes, Maureen," he said.

"Do you like it when I stroke your prick?" She looked down at his growing erection, before looking up to smile her sexy smile at him, while making eye contact.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he said. "I love feeling my c**k in your hand. I love it when you stare at my c**k. This is a my kind of treat."

"Tell me, is this what you like?" Still looking up at him, she fell to her knees.

"Yes, that is what I like, baby," he said quivering with anticipation with his answer. "I love feeling your hand all over my c**k. I love looking at you with my big prick in your little hand."

She fell to her knees. Now, eye level with his c**k, she stared at his engorged prick.

"Would you like me to blow you?"

She stroked him, while looking up at him. He loved the dirty conversation.

"I would love for you to blow me, Maureen," he said staring down at her with lustful desire.

Better than pillow talk, she excited him with her words, as much as her actions.

"Would you like me to take your big, hard prick in my mouth and suck you?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes, I'd love for you to take my big, hard prick in your mouth and suck me."

She was so sexy. She was such a tease. Hoping he'd get all the answers right and win the grand prize of a blowjob, he loved playing her sexy question and answer game.

Then, she did it. She leaned her head forward and took his c**k in her mouth. She was blowing him. She was sucking him. Never in his life had he received such a blowjob from such an amazing woman.

"Damn, suck it, Maureen. Suck my c**k, baby," he said. "Oh, yeah, sexy Mamma, suck it. Suck my big prick. Blow me," he said putting a hand to the back of her pretty head and humping and f*****g her mouth.

"Calm down. Calm down. Take it easy, George," she said removing his c**k from her mouth and giving him a wicked laugh, before taking his c**k in her mouth again. "I need to get more comfortable," she said removing his c**k from her mouth again to speak.

"Yeah, sure, would you like a pillow for your knees," he said giving her a little chuckle.

She stood and unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. With her enormous breasts exposed, she stood before him staring at him, while still holding onto his c**k and stroking him.

"Do you like my t**s," she said looking down at her breasts and cupping them in her hands, before looking up at him.

She lifted one breast to her mouth and sucked her n****e. Then, she lifted her other breast and sucked that n****e. Now, that her n*****s were wet, she let go of her c**k to finger her n*****s, before pulling them out and turning and twisting them.

"Are you kidding me. I love your t**s. Never have I seen t**s, as big. Your t**s are amazing. They are so round, so firm, and so symmetrical," he said staring at them. "You're n*****s are huge. I can't wait to suck your big, hard n*****s and caress your enormous breasts."

"Then, why are you waiting? Suck them," she said.

"Oh, my God," he said leaning down to take one of her n*****s in his mouth, before taking the other. Back and forth he went, sucking one n****e, while fingering the other n****e and caressing her other breast.

Her breasts were the best and the biggest breasts he's ever seen in his life. So big, so round, and so symmetrical, if she had a breast job, then her plastic surgeon was an artist. He loved touching them, feeling them, caressing them, and sucking them. Without doubt, they felt real and natural to him. Got milk? If she was lactating, she'd have gallons. He'd have to milk her, as he would a cow. Moo.

"Let me get more comfortable, lover," she said giving him another sexy smile.

She continued undressing until she was naked. For an older woman, she was definitely a MILF and he wondered if she had any kids, but he wasn't thinking about her family, when he was staring at her hot body. He was more thinking about having outrageously passionate s*x with her.

As soon as she climbed on his bed, he fell between her legs. He was all over her red p***y, fingering her and exploring her with his tongue.

"Is this what you want? Is this what you like? I love licking your red p***y, Maureen," he said playing her sexy game. "I can't wait to make love to you."

"Make love? Oh, you silly boy," she said putting a long fingernail to his forehead and pushing his mouth away from her p***y. "I don't want you to make love to me," she said giving him another wicked laugh. Suddenly, more than annoying, her laugh sounded like broken glass being rubbed into a concrete sidewalk.

For a second, already sexually frustrated at the anticipation of her getting dressed and leaving, he thought their little love affair was already over before it even started.

"You don't?"

He sat up and stared at her. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so naked and, after she sucked his c**k, allowed him to have his way with her t**s and her p***y, he was so horny. Unless she was just a cockteaser, he didn't understand why she wanted him to stop.

"No, sweetie, this isn't about love. This has nothing to do with making love. This is about s*x, raw, animal s*x. I want you to f**k me, really f**k me. I want you to f**k me hard. I want you to f**k me long. I want you to f**k me nasty. Use me. Abuse me. Make me c*m. f**k me until you split me wide open and I scream with passion and pleasure."

Wow! Oh, my God. He'd marry this sexy b***h, if he could, that is, if she'd have him. Not even bothering with a condom, he mounted her and as soon as he did, his c**k fell into a wet, warm, tight place.

As if putting his c**k into an electrical outlet, he was connected to her with an energy that energized not only his whole body but his whole being. Then, as soon as he started banging her, really banging her, and f*****g her, just hard and as nasty as she wanted him to f**k her, as soon as he was really going at her, as if a dog in heat, is when he started noticing a physical change in her.

As if looking at a hologram, at first he thought, maybe because of all the alcohol he consumed that he was seeing things, but the more he f****d her and the harder he f****d her, the older and uglier she suddenly became. Within only a few moments, he realized he was f*****g an old, hag of a smelly, flat chested woman. He was having s*x with a witch and if she was a day, she was eighty-years-old.

"f**k me, Georgie boy. f**k me! Give me your big, hard meat because I'm really in heat," she said in the high pitched voice of an old, feeble woman. "Trick or treat. Trick or treat. This is more your trick and my treat. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

No matter how much he struggled to get away from her, no matter how much he pushed against her to free his c**k from her p***y, as if she had a vise grip in her p***y on his c**k, she increased her grasp on him. Cast under her spell, he was trapped.

"Let go. Let me go. Let go of me, you old hag of an evil wicked witch."

"Make me c*m. Make me c*m. Then, I'll make you c*m by sticking my finger up your bum. If you don't and if you won't, I'll turn your big prick into a limp, little d**k. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

She forced him to f**k her. She forced him to hump her. Once they developed a rhythm, he got her off and, as if pushing a button on a vending machine, she stuck her finger up his ass and he exploded all he had inside of her.

Finally, she let him go and with his knees raised to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs, he shriveled against his bedroom wall.

"Go away! You got what you wanted from me. Now go!"

She laughed a cackling laugh and, as quickly as she made him c*m, she was gone out the front door.

George staggered out of bed and locked his front door. He had enough drinks that night to make him wonder if what had just happened was imagined or real. A bittersweet moment, the best s*x he ever had turned into the worse s*x he ever had. He had s*x with an 80-year-old witch of a woman. Never again will he ever pick up a strange women in a bar. Never again will he leave his house on Halloween.