The Morning Came Too Soon

This fictional content contains explicit sexual material. All characters are consenting adults.

The house renovations were really coming along. Irene's tastes were fantastic in everything she chose. I often wondered why she chose me--I didn't understand what Irene saw in me, but I trusted her judgment more than my own. Everything was transforming before our eyes, just as I was.

"John! Breakfast is ready--hands off your dick, mister!"

I didn't realize I was such a slave to my carnal needs. My desires only grew the more Irene and I slept together. My issues in the bedroom had escalated rather than subsided. Irene kept me grounded, and yet I fell down on myself. The more I learned, the more deranged I felt.

Irene--the woman who took my virginity, the woman who changed me. Perhaps she only woke what was already rising--the resting, restless lion within. A hunger she uncovered, under covers.

I thought I was becoming a man--or something pretending to be. I didn't know the difference. Irene measured discipline and desire.

I walked down to the kitchen and heard Irene talking on the phone. I didn't want to snoop, but I couldn't help myself--I'd barely heard her speak to anyone but me since I started here.

Privacy be damned--my compulsion, her spell.

"Hello, darling, it's me--Irene. How are we on this fine day?"

"Yes, I did--I opened it today, and I do agree. I'm guiding him gradually, but this one is quite a handful... if you catch the double meaning."

"Absolute potential--a benefit to us both. The young subject is in desperate need of your second opinion."

Is she talking about me?

"Oh, that soon? If you say--"

"The impressionable ones never disappoint... Ha! I'll put you in the spare--"

"Oh, okay. As you wish. We will see you soon, lovely. Alright, bye now. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by his fervent response..."

Irene hung up the phone and carried her tea outside to catch the morning sun.

I trailed into the kitchen and saw the letter. I'm not proud of it, but I gave it a quick scan.

Dear Irene,

1. Nothing I haven't heard before, but quite an extreme case. I do so enjoy guiding such virulent bloomers. Is assistance in order?

2. Intriguing... I'd start with somatic erotic conditioning and move from there.

Lastly, call me soon. This one sounds... promising. Happy to support and offer consultation as required. Let's set up a time--I wouldn't want to miss out.

Yours sincerely,

Dolores

Of course I'd been curious. It had to be about me--my mentor calling in external help? Was Irene's friend going to fix my shortcomings?

Great. Just when I thought I was getting somewhere.

"Ohhh, John? Is that you, dear? Why don't you come out here. Be a darling and bring out those plates on the countertop--"

Oh no. Here we go.

I walked outside to her favorite spot on the veranda.

"What a little helper you've become! Now eat. Fruit, John--delicious fruit."

Irene caught my attention easily; I couldn't focus on anything while she slowly unpeeled the banana.

Mmm, handle me like that, please...

Irene looked up at me with that strange mix of pride and concern--maternal, protective. There was a flicker of hope in her eyes, but worry too. As if she needed this as much as I did. Her hands covered her face, an air of responsibility for what she'd done--and for the things to come.

Should I be worried?

"John, my friend Dolores is staying with us for a little while. I don't want to alarm you--she's a retired specialist. Now, before you say anything, she knows about us... she knows about you. She'd like to meet you."

I felt like glass--fragile, transparent... my ego shattered. I hated that someone else knew about my poor stamina.

"I--"

"John, we shared correspondence, and she wanted to come right away. You know a little thing aboutthat, right?" Irene said. Her cadence was slow and mischievous. She sucked on a cherry, unmistakably suggestive. Whatever she said, I was convinced.

"Hop in the car and pick her up, won't you? Be a good boy."

Whenever she said that, I didn't want to disobey. A request I couldn't deny.

"...Good boys get rewarded, John," she said, picking up a slice of pear and bringing it to my lips.

"Plenty of food to keep you healthy. Make sure you hydrate properly. I need you at full strength."

I gulped. She traced her finger up her bare thigh, her other hand at her breast. Orders were orders; a part of me was already saluting. Her way, my will.

Irene's hand brushed my cheek and lingered at the back of my neck--a steady, grounding squeeze that told me she understood what was happening to me... and what it meant.

"Come back safely."

I finished my food and left to pick up Dolores on the double. Irene's confidence convinced me.

Dolores was barely five feet tall, with a tiny, tight, thin frame that could turn a man's head. Her blunt bob was dyed a deep espresso and hinted at regrowth--the kind only older women pulled off: half-polished, half-wild. Her cat-eye glasses and joyful expression made her look permanently amused. Her long fingers, tipped with French-manicured nails, glinted like she'd done wicked things with them.

A contrast to Irene's fullness--her skin was frailer and looser, proof that age announced itself whether you cared or not. A thrum skipped through my chest.

God help me, older women truly are magnificent.

We started with the pleasantries. I kept my eyes on the road while Dolores talked proudly about her history and former occupation. She was intelligent and incredibly passionate--once a researcher in sexual dynamics. Casual and carefree about everything--topics people just didn't discuss. Now retired, she reminisced about all the intimacy and sexual problems she'd treated over the years.

Dolores' open-minded brilliance made it hard for me to keep up--though parts of me certainly did. To top off the conversation, she was a touch-talker, laughing with a palm on my shoulder or arm. I tried to resist my arousal, but her cold touch kept animating the tent in my shorts.

"Mmmm, you are quite the excitable young man, aren't you?" She shifted sideways in her seat. Watching me--sizing me up. There was a hunter's leer in her eyes.

Eyes on the road, John--keep it together.

"I'm not your doctor, John. I'm here as a friend of Irene's--guidance for a little passage as you... grow, if you'd like?" She sucked her finger and licked her lips.

Very much so, Dolores. Very much so.

"And I'll tell you this, John: you are exceptional. I could be very handy with your cause. These problems aren't problems at all. You catch my drift, young John?"

"Th-thank you, Dolores."

Was she always this forward?

"Hmm, most problems tend to solve themselves," she laughed. "And this might sound controversial, but the fix isn't always the fix."

My stomach dipped as her hand slid from my knee to my thigh, then to my crotch.

"Do you often... fix... yourself, John?"

Her acceptance settled me, but unsettled me too. As if she was always three moves ahead.

"Maybe your problem is your solution, maybe your issue is your superpower," she continued, "We should try using it for mutual advantage... Let's not fixate on fixing a good problem to have..."

She unzipped my shorts--the sound alone crawled through me as she dug into my boxers. Straight to her point. Straight to mine.

"Ah yes," was all I managed.

"Please... countless men would kill to bounce back like you, Johnny my boy."

I hadn't thought of it that way.

Her hand rested on my shaft--

"This is a wonderful time for a young man. The other stuff will eventuate."

An index finger tapped my tip--

"Err, okay..." My breath hitched.

Long, rhythmic strokes--

"Good, now here's what we're gonna do..."

Faster. Faster. Faster. Tension--

"Yes," I gulped. "Ma'am."

Pressure--squeeze--precum--seep.

"Now, when we get to Irene's place, you're gonna run to your room, remove your shirt, and take off these little shorts..."

Nonchalantly, she tugged at me harder--

"Yes, Dolores." She looked at me with her knee on the chair.

Quickened pace. Slickness--

"Then take off your tighty-whities and pull this big boy pecker out..." She turned forward.

She loosened--

"Hooooooo, okay--"

Gentle, rhythmic, slow--

"Lie on the bed and thrash your fucking monster until you shoot all over your belly. You get me, John?"

Gripping, teeth gritting--

"Errr."

How else do you respond to this?

A relaxing stroke--

"Good boy," she released her grip and patted me on the thigh.

Fuck.

She licked her palm and rubbed it on her clothes.

"Nooow, you promise me?"

"Yes... Dolores."

"Pinky swear?" She held out her pinky. I locked mine.

You gotta deal, lady.

"Such long, strong fingers! Okay, then jump into the shower and wait for me. Don't forget to clean all that semen off your tummy..."

Dolores sat forward. "Or don't..."

Irene's driveway approached. My parking job was as much a mess as I was.

"Well, go on--a promise is a promise. Spit-spot. I'll get my own bags."

Halfway up the stairs, I heard their greeting behind me. Their shared laughter was the last thing I heard before I complied with Dolores' advice.

Inhale, exhale--I lay on the bed. My clothes were thrown off, my eyes closed. Irene entered my mind. Dolores crept in too.

"Ugh."

I guess I'm here for a good time, not a long time.

I couldn't prolong my momentum. My engine was built for speed, not endurance. Both women told me it didn't matter. But I hated it--I guess we all want what we don't have.

I didn't even get it all out. I still needed; I still wanted the real thing. I couldn't help my appetite for Irene, for Dolores. Heroines in both senses of the word.

My daydreams projected on the ceiling as I gathered my breath. Taunts of passion, instinct, and lust.

"Shower, John. Then Irene's bed!"

Didn't have to tell me twice.

My imagination ran haywire. I tried not to rush as I scrubbed my body, but I needed flesh; I needed woman.

Irene's bed--bedspread tidy and elegant. The waiting was foreplay. Footsteps creaked on hardwood. The mystery of women made them all the more alluring. I couldn't solve them; why would I want to?

Dolores perched over me. One leg at my hip. Flexible, ready. She stretched out her pussy--front and center.

"You're a diamond in the rough, mister." Irene winked beside her old friend.

I felt like a diamond... Give it to me rough; I need to be polished.

"Irene, why don't you grab that pecker of his and give it some reassurance?" Dolores smirked.

Irene's hand claimed my thigh. "He's still mine, Dolores," she said with a grin.

Mmm, please possess me.

Dolores pushed her labia against my face.

"Relax, my boy," Irene murmured.

Teach me.

Irene swiftly gripped me at my foreskin. My tip was teased by her fingers and mouth. She only wanted a sip; she wanted to savor me.

"Do you like the taste of my old cunny on your lips, John?"

Muffled words answered Dolores' opening.

Dolores tousled my hair. She raked her fingers through it and wrenched me further into her.

"Do you like it when Irene gives you pleasure?"

I nodded and licked her up and down.

Surrender, submission, settled, shaved.

"You wanna fuck a pussy, don't you, John? You want more than anything to stick one of us with your hard dick. You just don't give a fuck--you want a woman howling for your cum... Don't... you... John?"

Holy fuck. YES!

"He's bubbling, Dolores." Irene raised her head and sank back to me.

She slurped without remorse. Her fist motored my dick like a piston.

My face--still getting hard-fucked. Dolores' fluids covered me, slippery and slick.

There it is.

"Urgh--"

"I bet if you put that cock in Irene, you'd cum right away for her, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, you would too--you love the feeling of her tight, hot cunt, don't you?"

Dolores threw me onto the bed and squatted over my head. Her nod was one of approval for Irene.

"Suck me. I want to feel your face as you cum in my best friend."

My legs still bent over the bed's edge, Dolores lowered and blindfolded me with her womanhood. Irene straddled me. Teaming me back to back--cowgirl meets smother.

"Yeah, he's close," Irene said.

"Good boy. Give it to Irene. Don't hold back, boy,"

Oh no.

"Yes, John, get a few more pumps in," Irene added.

"I'll go get a wet towel. He's young enough to go again, surely." Dolores moved off me and hurried.

I can breathe again.

"Thanks, Dolores. I think we got his timing just right."

"What fond memories. So frisky, so pliable, so eager, so easy to please."

I was staring at Irene, and she at me. Her tits bounced up and down as she rode me.

Dolores returned and crouched beside the bed.

"Do you feel that in your balls, John?" she whispered.

Oh God--her voice. Her fucking voice.

"Isn't she pretty? Your little cock gonna shoot up her... slit? You wanna put your yummy stuff in her. Go on, fuck her gash for me."

Oh, fuuuuck. What a filthy old woman.

Dolores held my shoulder and patted it twice.

"Atta boy--just as God intended. Textbook."

Dolores walked away as Irene sped up.

"Uh--oh God--oh God--oh God."

Fog clouded my vision. And then--nothing. Blank. The world stood still. I was a ghost outside myself. My surroundings lowered in volume while the slap of Irene's pussy and tits amplified. Trail after trail of thick jets of cum spouted up and into Irene.

"Oooo, goodness gracious, John," Irene reacted softly.

These women needed my young spirit. Mutually beneficial.

"Give him a moment," Irene chuckled to Dolores. Post-orgasmic twitches still played through me.

Irene raised and stirred my cum up deeper into her. She wanted it to stew. Dolores threw a dark, wet cloth onto my chest and startled me.

"Wipe yourself off," Dolores said flatly.

"Irene, did I ever tell you how thankful I am for letting me stay?"

"I don't believe you did, Dolores."

"Allow me to show you my appreciation..."

"John, go to your room."

I obeyed, wishing I could watch.

My imagination ran wild while I lay on the bed. Little and loud hints traveled through the hallway. The house shook.

"Lick his cum out of my cunt, you nasty bitch," Irene demanded--guttural.

I wanted to sleep, but my mind went in circles with their moans and sounds of pleasure.

Their frenzy went on... invading my space.

Until--

"Oooh fuck! Dolores, Dolores, Dolooores!" Irene screamed.

Holy shit.

My cock ached to know--painfully so. Scattered, I didn't know what I wanted or needed.

One thirst before the other, John.

I tiptoed downstairs for a drink. My dick completely erect--I should have covered up but at least Irene and Dolores were "busy."

Just relax. One step at a time.

I approached my room and was intercepted by Dolores. No words spoken. Just our burning eyes. She gawked as she noticed I was good to go.

"Irene's just resting her eyes; she'll be back." She put her arm on the door frame.

Dolores ushered me in and closed the door behind us. She wore only a pair of glasses, stockings, and heels. Sweat coated her chest. I cupped her breast and took her hardened nipple in my mouth. She arched, then swatted me away.

"Does the poor boy need something to play with? I'll let you in on a little secret..." She walked slow and smooth, swaying her hips from side to side, before she sat on the end of my bed.

I didn't realize I was stroking myself to her sultry, husky voice.

"Stop that! Come sit." Her index finger gestured. "Come hither."

I needed to get closer--

"John, you see... I don't know if you knew, but I intend on being your greedy cumslut..." My stance loomed above her.

"..."

Dolores studied me as she spoke. My cock pointed straight at her throat, her position fixed. She took a firm grip and pulled--long strokes. Closer, closer to her face.

"You see, a young man with your sex drive is very tantalizing for women like us." She held still for a second. My precum trickled out for her to catch.

"I think we can work out something between us..." She pouted as she pecked me lovingly.

She rubbed my member up and down her cheek as she continued to look up. Her eyes played innocent as I dribbled on her.

"There you go--now who's my big, good boy?" Her baby talk entranced me.

"Johnny baby, I couldn't care less how many times you cum tonight--" She sucked in her lips and started stroking again.

She steered me to the mattress and climbed above me. She pushed my legs together and rested her knees at my hips. Her vagina and her bum hovered as she gradually guided my cock inside her hot, wet tunnel.

"I'm not done with you yet. Time to put that thing to even more good use."

"Ooof."

"Mmm, that's the look of a man who finds my pussy tight. Do you love my pussy, John?"

She placed a hand on my snail trail for leverage.

"Just don't fall in love with me, John. Ugh, yes--stay right there."

"Uuu, fuck."

She tilted her pelvis and flattened her torso against my body. I felt something rub against my tip inside her.

"John, that's my G-spot. Keep punching that--please." She started rubbing her clitoris.

"Would you like a taste, John?" She pushed her fingers down my throat, then rubbed her swollen clit.

"Fuck, you're getting me close, John!"

This was another first for me.

"Are you going to be the community cock for us old girls, John? Are you going to fuck us right?"

Really? Oh--yes. Fucking please.

"You can say no."

She pumped me deep. She didn't need to roll her hips to persuade me.

"Be our little bull, John--fuck us like cattle."

Yes. Yes. Yes.

"A bull needs his herd, John."

I want to be your bull, Dolores.

"Nod, John--ain't this a hell of a handshake?"

Fuck, what a tight grip her pussy has over me.

I nodded. Of course I fucking nodded.

She pumped once. Twice. Thrice--

"Good--boy--good--"

A fourth--

"Fucking--"

The fifth--deepest and hardest--

"Boy!"

Fuck, I could have melted right there.

"Hhhaaaaaaw."

She was running me into the ground--breaking in her newest stallion.

"I'm gonna make it last, Dolores."

"GIVE IT TO ME!"

My turn. Cum or not--it didn't matter to me.

I picked Dolores up and drove her into the bed. I wanted to pierce her into the mattress.

"Oooh, John. Ruin me," Dolores said, closing her eyes as she wrapped her long legs around me. She coiled like a snake.

I pummeled her insides. It felt like a dream--strange connections, complete in my subconscious mind.

"Harder, John. Fill me!"

You will have your fill; I will become empty.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, John."

"Aaaaaahhh."

"YES, John."

I felt like a beast. An animal ready to tear through her. Primal.

Dolores rubbed herself as I powered into her. Our faces distorted together--her glasses hung crooked off her nose. My testicles cinched tight, ready for expulsion.

"John!" Her eyebrows raised.

Keep calling my name.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Dolores screamed.

She contracted--loose, tight. Finding everything in the nothing, and nothing in the everything.

Yes.

"Hhhaaaawwwwr."

I felt her spasm; I just kept going, holding her pinned. No regrets, no stopping. I felt her squirm and writhe around me. Her cheeks turned bright red.

She went dopey and collapsed into mush. I felt her tension evaporate from within her.

Her hands softly hugged me; she'd turned to folded silk.

Dolores took a beat and stared right through me as I fell helplessly into her depth.