Merrilee, Pete and the Mature Couple – Part One

By Eleanor Powell | January 5, 2010

‘Petelllllllllll, here quick,’ Merrilee squealed.

‘What – what’s the matter?’ Pete rushed into the lounge, looking worried.

‘It’s here, it’s here, look,’ she pointed excitedly at the computer screen.

‘Merrilee you scared me, I thought you were hurt, so maybe I should hurt you.’ Pete came up behind her. ‘It’s going to be a spanking for you my sweet, please remind me in a few minutes.’

‘Of course I will darling,’ she promised with a giggle.

‘Good girl,’ he said, putting his arms around her, and kissing the nape of her neck – while his fingers moved slowly down from her shoulders, heading southwards until they were inside the cups of her bra.

She leaned back against him. Her nipples had grown hard at his touch. And she could feel her pussy juicing up and her clit was beginning to throb.

Removing his hands from her breasts, he unclipped her bra. Then he pulled her top up and over her head. She slipped her arms out of her bra, leaving her pert breasts free, and her pink nipples standing out like organ stops.

Pete spun the swivel chair round. Getting down on his knees he put his mouth over her right nipple – sucking and gently biting on it – while his fingers made their way down her flat belly. His wandering hands gripped the hem of her short skirt, pulling it up, and his knuckles gently grazed the inside of her thighs as his middle finger pulled aside her knicker leg and found her hardened clit.

Merrilee was sighing and moaning softly. Taking his mouth off her nipple, he said, ‘Let’s get these off,’ easing her knickers down to her ankles and slipping them off each leg – tossing the pink scrap of nylon onto the couch.

‘Move forward,’ he instructed her, getting back into position – kneeling between her legs. He let his tongue meander down her belly – ending with it gently sucking and biting her clit. Merrilee was now thrusting her hot pussy towards his mouth.

‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ she gasped as her orgasm came in waves, each one increasing in intensity. Her already wet pussy poured out even more juices.

When her orgasm had run its course – ‘Thank you darling,’ she murmured. ‘I sure needed that.’

‘Merrilee my sweet, don’t you always?’

‘Of course, but it’s your fault anyway.’

‘Now what am I being blamed for?’

‘You make me so randy,’ she replied.

‘Right, talking about being randy, here feel this,’ he placed her hand over the bulge in his trousers.

‘Awww! Does he want a bit of loving then?’ she teased.

‘It’s your fault he’s in this state,’ said Pete.

‘Come on darling,’ she said. ‘Let’s go through to the bedroom, we’ll be more comfortable there.’

Arm in arm, they walked into the bedroom.

Two hours later, she came out, ‘I’ll get the tea on,’ she called.

‘That’s right, go and get on with it woman, your husband is hungry and I’ve arranged to meet Mr Collins – he’s worried about his tax return.’

Tea over, Pete headed towards the lounge. ‘Come with me darling, I’ve got something for you,’ he called over his shoulder.

Intrigued, she followed him.

Pulling out a dining room chair and turning it round to face the room, he sat down on it.

‘Come here,’ he said softly. ‘Remember how you gave me a fright earlier; I owe you a spanking for that and thanks for reminding me.’

‘I meant to remind you,’ she said. ‘It just slipped my mind.’

‘It’s just as well I’ve got a good memory, now come here my sweet like a good little girl.’

‘Shan’t,’ she said backing away from him.

‘If I have to chase after you my sweet, you’ll get more than a spanking.’

What can he mean?

To be continued ……

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