The End Of Olive’s Drought

Twenty minutes into the service, the congregation was singing, ‘Fill my cup, Lord.’ Adam Tate, seventeen, mouthed a few words now and then, but he was more interested in Olive Butler’s plump ass than singing.Adam was wondering how many marks were left on Olive’s rear end. Less than two hours earlier, Adam had Olive bent over what they affectionately refer to as their fuck table.The fuck table is nothing more than a desk in the office come storeroom in the bookshop where they both work. It’s not an ideal place for fucking, but it serves the purpose when business is slow, which is frequent.That particular Sunday morning, Adam had Olive lay on her front on the fuck table while he spanked her bare ass and kneaded her plentiful ass cheeks. He wasn’t sure if the redness would still be there but was sure there would be bruising. His fingers had dug in heavily when he parted Olive’s cheeks to eat her pussy.Adam smiled. He could hear Olive’s powerful voice singing, “Feed me till I want no more.” It was the same strong voice that had screamed she was cumming when Adam’s tongue switched back and forth from Olive’s cunt to her asshole.This unlikely pairing between a large sixty-year-old woman and a teenager began under unusual circumstances, pillow talk.Adam was in bed with Sheila Jones, another mature woman with whom he had been having sex for the past three months. He didn’t know how ankara travesti or why Olive became a topic, but Sheila told him that Horace, Olive’s husband, had neglected Olive sexually for years.Although Adam liked mature BBWs, he had never really been attracted to Olive until that night. Adam was lucky. Apart from Sheila, he was banging two other similar ladies. Adam skillfully questioned all three for information about Olive without raising their suspicions.All three of Adams’s ladies knew about Olive and her lack of cock. There are few secrets in the small neighborhood, and Francis Gorman gave Adam some interesting information that made him want Olive Butler. Francis told Adam that Olive loved sex but hadn’t had any for over eight years. There were two reasons for Olive’s drought apart from her husband rejecting her. One was her religion, and the other was her size. Olive didn’t think she was attractive enough for a man to desire her.Adam became obsessed with Olive. When he got a job in a warehouse, Adam asked for part-time work to continue working in the bookstore with Olive.For some reason, Adam found it awkward to approach Olive, even though she was always on his mind. He jacked off thinking about her, sometimes in the bookshop toilet. It got to the stage when Adam was fucking any of his three ladies; he fantasized his cock was in Olive.Finally, Adam travesti ankara became frustrated with himself and made a move late one Wednesday afternoon. Olive was at the counter, serving a lady who Adam knew. Olive had cashed the sale, and they were just chit-chatting, so Adam went up to say ‘hi.’ As all three chatted, Adam deftly put his arm around Olive’s back and rested his hand on her ass cheek. Olive’s body jerked slightly, but she carried on as if nothing was happening. Even when Adam’s hand rubbed her ass, and his fingers kneaded her cheek, Olive remained calm.Olive’s demeanor changed as soon as the customer left, “Adam, in my office. Now,” she snapped.In the office, Olive sat in her chair and demanded to know what Adam thought he was doing. Adam apologized and said he didn’t know what had gotten into him. Then he went on to tell Olive his girlfriend was away, and he was frustrated sexually.Olive told Adam she was sorry for his predicament, but that didn’t mean he could touch her, particularly where he had.”I know, Mrs. Butler, and I am sorry, honestly. It’s just that I haven’t seen Tarn (his girlfriend) for three days.”Adam gave Olive a sob story about how he needed sex regularly, and doing without it for three days was driving him crazy. Olive said she sympathized, but there was nothing she could or would do. “You will just have to, you know, relieve ankara travestiler yourself.””I do, three times already today,” Adam confessed. “The last time was half an hour ago. I had been watching you putting those books away. I got so hard looking at your big curvy ass and massive tits that I went into the toilet, pulled my dick out, and wanked off.”It was all Olive could do not to jump on Adam and rip his clothes off. However, Olive restrained her urges, remained as calm as she could, and told Adam what he did was wrong and that it couldn’t happen again. The rest of the afternoon passed quietly, except Olive had a feeling in her tummy that went down between her legs.Before Adam left, he went into the office to say goodnight, but his parting words to Olive were, “I loved the feel of your ass, Mrs. Butler.”Olive stared at the door after Adam had left. In her mind, Adam was still there with his cock out and wanking himself at her request. Olive was so engrossed in her fantasy when she asked Adam what he wanted; she said it out loud.Because it was in her mind, Olive’s thoughts had no restrictions. She could have Adam say whatever she wanted him to. “It’s not what I want; it is what I am going to do to you. I will fuck your mouth and then your juicy wet cunt, and when I shoot my load, it will be deep in your asshole.”Olive groaned. She wished someone would talk dirty to her like that and then carry out their threat. The longing to be treated and spoken to like a slut came from years of self-pleasuring. It was the only time Olive’s religious beliefs took second place, but she did ask for forgiveness once her toys were put away.