I felt myself swelling as I walked. It was useless to fight, but I needed to put up some resistance. Otherwise, how was I ever going to function again? I wasn't sure it was any easier, but maybe the precious little practice I had gotten with Kinsley had helped. I kept my distance, for now.

Linda rounded the corner ahead and stopped, my eyes guiding me right to her side. She looked at me for a minute, studying my expression. I was still breathing harder than normal, I was shirtless, and I can only imagine how wild and depraved I looked.

'Well,' she said, taking a pause and then pointing. 'There it is.'

I turned my head to discover an entire playset: two regular swings, a tandem face-to-face swing, a tire swing, an open slide, and a two-story fort, complete with roof, deck, rope ladder, and trading post underneath. While probably size for kids under ten, it was still a massive project. I turned back, briefly coherent beyond my instincts.

'You built this?'

Linda laughed.

'It was a kit. I had it delivered. It took me a week to lay all the parts out, and there were 37 steps. I managed one or two a day until I got to the big stuff. It took me nearly a week to get the thing stood up, and that's when I realized it wasn't in the right place. I kept working on it, though. I figured I'd move it once it was finished, but once I finished, it was too big to move.'

I laughed and walked towards it. The wood seemed light enough in pieces, but the tower held most of the weight.

'Where do you need it?' I said, looking back.

The sunlight had hit her shirt, and whether it was sweaty or sheer, I could faintly make out the breasts underneath. They were barely being held back by her bra. They would feel so good, once I had them out in the open.

'Just a few feet back. The path for the landscaper's riding mower is too narrow by the pool, and I don't want one of my grandkids trying swing out into the water and land on the concrete instead. I'd rather take that out of the equation altogether.'

I grabbed the corner of the fort, squatted a bit and lifted. It was heavy, really heavy, but it was doable.

'Do you think you could lift the posts holding the swing beam?' I said. 'I think if you managed that, I could walk this part backwards, foot by foot.'

Linda walked over and grabbed one of them. Her heavy breasts flanked either side. She strained a bit, but the post came off the ground. She sat it down and exhaled.

'I guess so,' she said with a proud smile.

'Okay,' I said. 'This may take three efforts. Ready?'

Linda nodded, and I reached down again, this time lower and with a better grip. I stood, lifting the whole fort side off the ground.

'GrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnHHHHHHHH!'

'Oh...my god,' she said, hurrying to grab her post.

I shifted my feet sideways. The strain was electrifying. I felt power flowing through me. I bared my clenched teeth and kept stepping. I never took my eyes off Linda. She had lifted her post, but she was watching me, eyes wide, mouth agape. She suddenly blinked.

'That's...That's far enough!' she said. I lowered my side to the ground. 'I can't believe how strong you are.'

I smiled. She would believe it, very soon. I walked over to her side. She was still holding the post.

'Allow me.'

Linda stepped back, and she watched as I pulled up the post, tilted the frame, and brought it back in line with the fort.

'There,' I said, turning to face her.

'Oh, your chest!' Linda said.

I looked down. There were brown stains across it. It smelled like oil-based paint. I looked at her shirt, and it was streaked with the same color.

'Looks like you fell victim, too,' I said, pointing.

She looked down and pulled her shirt tight. Her sweat had seeped through enough to make out almost every curve. I couldn't wait to have them in my hands. I smiled. She looked up, and looked me over.

'Well, this is a mess,' she said through a pouty smile. 'I owe you at least a shower for getting you this dirty.'

'I can get much dirtier,' I said. 'Maybe a rinse in your pool first?'

'Have at it,' she said, gesturing to the steps. 'The water is plenty warm. I was in it first thing this morning.'

I didn't have to look. I knew my hardness was pressing through my running shorts. Linda didn't seem like someone I could toss into the water, nor was she someone that I could seduce while I was this sweaty. At least, not the first time. Later, perhaps, she wouldn't mind how I took her. She had always been no nonsense, and I couldn't risk resistance. She needed to believe she was desirable. Age can tell a lot of lies to a person in doubt.

I took off my shoes and socks and sat them by the patio chair nearest the water's edge. Then I walked up to Linda.

'You need a rinse, too,' I said, and I ran my hand over the stains of her shirt, purposefully pressing and cupping her heavy bosoms.

Before she could speak or respond, I dropped my pants, turned, and walked slowly into the water.

'Paul Lawrence!' she said. 'What on earth?'

I turned around to face her. The sun was shining on the whole deck. I wanted her to take the moment in. To understand what was before her. Bill had been gone for some time. I knew her needs didn't die with him.

Linda stood quiet for a minute. Maybe two. She crossed and uncrossed her arms. I bent over, cupped a handful of water, and poured it over my face and chest. I repeated. Then, I dropped a hand down to my member, and wrapped my fingers around it.

'Well?' I said.

'I don't know what you're thinking....and I don't know what to think,' she said.

'Get in the pool, Linda. That's all you have to do.'

She took a step forward, paused, then stepped again. I could see the war within. Her hands nervously reached down and tugged her loose shorts. A few pulls, and they fell to the ground. She stepped to the edge of the pool.

'All of your clothes,' I said.

'Paul. No. That's not going to happen.'

'Why not?' I said.

'Because, I'm old, and you don't want to see...'

'I want to see everything,' I said.

Something gave way within her, like she had struck a bargain with herself. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the enormous breasts that had been hidden. Her panties were wide and comfortable, her bra industrial and strong. She stopped. I held out my free hand as far as I could.

'Come.'

With that, Linda stepped in. On the third step, she grabbed my hand, and I pulled her in, directly against me. Her eyes were searching mine for something, anything to make things make sense. I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra with a twist. Her breasts billowed out, and the water made them look holy.

'Be careful with an old woman,' she said, barely above a whisper.

'I absolutely will not,' I said, as I brought my mouth against hers.

She resisted, as one might when they feared being caught. But gentle pressure from my lips opened hers, and her tongue met mine. She sighed a deep sigh that signaled her embracing the experience. I ran my hand along her back, pulling her against my hardness, her chest mashed against mine. I took the thumb of my other hand, hooked her panties, and worked them down below her waist. I brought my foot up and pushed them down to her feet, and without a word, she stepped out of them. Linda was now as I wanted her.

'What is happening?' she said, in a lustful tone as I kissed down her neck and to her ear.

'I'm need you, so I'm taking you,' I said.

'Mmmmmmmm. I haven't been taken in a long, long time.'

'This won't be the last time, but it will be the one that matters most,' I said, letting my hand drift under the water and under her legs. Linda slid her arms down my sides and brought one hand around my throbbing member.

'My god,' she said. 'You're so hard.'

I rubbed her slit as she rocked in my hand. Her breathing was already short and fast. Little sounds, the briefest of moans, escaped her lips. I watched as her wide eyes found mine, her mouth opening wider, and her body giving in to its carnal design.

'Ohhh..Ohhhh...OHHHHH GOD!' she said, cumming on my hand.

I slowed my massage as she recovered. She, too, needed to be claimed. But this was different. I needed her as matriarch, as one who the others would look to for reassurance and instruction. She would show them the way.

Goddamnit, I thought. I am out of my fucking mind.

'Mmmmmmmm,' said Linda, coming to, 'Does Lydia know that you stray like this?'

'She will,' I said, 'when she's ready.'

'She's a lucky woman,' Linda said with a smile as she gently stroked my cock.

Now that she had cum, there was more I needed to do. Those tits were free and ready to be mauled. I pushed back and lifted them out of the water.

'Careful, dear,' she said, narrowing her eyes. 'They're extremely sensitive.'

I lifted one up and it was heavy in my hands. I took it in my mouth, my tongue rolling over her nipple as it hardened almost instantly.

'Ohhhh Paulll,' she said, her body sending out small waves as she shook.

I ran my hand to her mound again. I could feel her heat. I took her nipple between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue, while my other hand rubbed her clit between my fingers. Seconds later, she came again, this time louder than the first.

'JESUSSSSSSSSSS, GGGGNNNNNNNNHHHH!'

She pulled her waist back, and put her hands in my hair. I now had both breasts in my hands. They were more than any man could handle. The water made fondling them easier.

'I...haven't cum like that in ages. That's twice now.' Her voice sounded sultry and committed. 'What about taking care of you now?'

'I will use you for that,' I said, and I spun her around, pressing my cock against her ass crack.

She was so soft and supple, and the warm water made every part of her feel ready. I wanted to know what she felt like on the inside. I pushed her forward, sloshing through the water as her neck craned back to kiss me. Her kisses felt desperate, as if needing this moment but fearing it was the last. I pressed her against the pool edge, and she let out a howl of lust. She was cumming again, and I wasn't even inside her. I reached down to spread her open and found we were directly in front of one of her pool jets.

'Oh my fucking GOD!' Linda said, her hands flung back, gripping and pulling me into her.

I wasted no time. We were both ready. I pushed my dick against her, and instantly I was deep inside. The warmth of the water and the heat of her pussy drove the animal on. The pool cushioned my blows, as wave after wave splashed over the edges, keeping time with my deep, determined thrusts. Linda was convulsing, whipped into a wild frenzy by the pool jet and our union.

'ah...Ah...AHHH...AHHHHHH!' she said, erupting into an endless orgasm. I could feel her squirming to find rest, but the pressure underwater was too much for her. It was nearly too much for me.

I felt the familiar rise, the tipping point close, when Linda suddenly pushed off the wall and threw herself onto the steps in a huge splash. Her garbled moans and screams were half silenced as her face broke the water's surface. I stroked myself, smiling. This one has been here before.

'That,' Linda said, between shaky, heavy breaths, 'Only Bill. I never. Thought. Again.'

'That was only the beginning,' I said, slowly wading in her direction.

Linda smiled, a devilish sort of grin that was both confident and welcoming.

'Come here,' she said, and grabbing my cock, she pulled me into her for a kiss, her huge breasts cushion my fall.

'Looks like the pool wasn't enough,' she said, looking at my chest. The brown paint was still smeared across it.

I took a step up onto the stairs, and her greedy mouth slipped over my manhood, swallowing it down, drawing back up, and down again. My hands dug deep into her hair.

'Mmmmmm,' she said, looking up. 'I'm going to need a lot more of this, but first, I need a drink.'

She pushed her head down deep as my hips rose to meet her mouth. Her sounds were craven, and she seemed starved for it. Linda, the sweet widow matriarch of our neighborhood was gagging on my dick, her free hand moving in and out between her own legs. Wherever she learned her technique, it was from a master. Her lips stroked and fluttered up and down my cock, her hand cupped and caressed my balls, and all the while, she took every inch deep into her throat. I couldn't stop thrusting. I wouldn't stop.

I heard myself moaning, growling, like someone struggling to lift a heavy box off the ground, and then I exploded. The world went blurry, and I could feel streams of cum spraying deep into mouth. She growled back and squealed a sound of wild pleasure, and doubled her efforts, as if my seed gave her strength and energy. Not a drop wasn't savored.

'FUCK I love the taste of a man's cum!' said Linda, with an earnestness that was admirable. 'I never thought I'd taste it again.'

She dove back down, checking again to see if any was left behind. She lifted her eyes to meet mine, and I relaxed my grip in her hair.

'Darling, I need something to wash all that down with. Come with me.'

She gave my cock a soft tug, stood, and walked like a goddess to her back door. She turned to the cabinet beside the wall, opened the door, and pulled two towels out, tossing me one. She smiled and opened the door.

Inside her house was cool, but not cold, and I made sure to dry off enough before walking in. Linda had already pulled a bottle of white wine from the fridge, and set out two glasses on the counter. As my eyes adjusted to the interior light, I saw again the body of a woman well-seasoned in life. A body that I had just taken. A body I would have again. Her breasts sagged enough to almost touch the countertop, but they were still a sight to behold.

'Now, Paul,' she said, pouring the second glass and passing it down to me, 'That was...more...than I thought you were capable of. I wish I had been taking advantage of that part of you for years now.'

'You were married to Bill,' I said.

Linda smiled, and memory was evident in her eyes.

'That wouldn't have mattered. Bill and I led a fairly adventurous life for our whole marriage. I imagine he would've loved to see what just happened.'

'Really?' I said.

'Ohhhh yes. We were swinging before it had a name!' Linda laughed to herself. 'Bill was an animal in bed, and insatiable, which was fine by me because I couldn't get enough myself. Early in our relationship, he admitted to cheating on me, and he was pleasantly surprised to hear that as long as I could watch and participate, I wouldn't mind at all.'

'Wow,' I said, taking a sip of wine. 'I never, ever would've guessed.'

'Oh come on,' said Linda, sipping her wine. 'You knew Bill was a flirt. Everyone did. I played the part I needed to play. It wasn't that we cared who knew. It just made it more fun to catch people in our trap.'

Linda laughed again, and her breasts bounced up and down as she did. I was taken in a way I hadn't been before. I wanted to have her, learn from her, use her to my own ends.

'I imagine a lot of men would love a woman like you,' I said, feeling a new surge of energy coursing below.

'A lot of men already HAVE a woman like me, they just don't know it. I imagine Lydia would surprise you, given the right opportunity.'

'She already has,' I said, 'But I can't imagine her actively wanting others in our bed.'

'But what do you want, though?' Linda said, smiling while running a hand over one of her breasts.

'I want our bedroom full to the top.'

I was being honest. With all these new experiences and feelings, I was beginning to shape my thoughts into something firm.

'I want a house full of women, of passion. I want to breed them, to own them, to have them however I want, to see them being everything they were meant to be.'

'You sound like Bill after chasing his viagra down with a vodka tonic.' Linda sipped her wine again, her other hand continuing to wander her body. 'Give him a hundred women and he'd want one hundred and one.'

'That feels ambitious,' I said, 'Especially with a woman like you that can keep up.'

'I like to participate, sure,' Linda said, 'With both sexes. But I love to watch. And teach. And choreograph.'

'Is that so?' I said, taking another, larger sip of wine. The familiar feelings of taking a back seat to instincts were slowly rising.

'Oh yes,' she said, now running both hands under and over her breasts, gently pinching and pulling her nipples. 'I would take a reluctant woman and have her acting like a cheap hooker by the end of the evening. Bill loved having me there to help. I made sure he got what he wanted, as long as I was able to get what I wanted.'

'And what did you want?' I said, stepping to the side of her kitchen island. I felt flush, tense, and hungry.

'A woman to share him with, for me to share,' she said, taking slow, sultry steps toward me. 'And a hot, hard cock that I could enjoy however I wanted.'

Linda ran her hand down between her legs, her fingers disappearing out of sight. She moaned as someone satisfied, pulled her hand out, and grabbed my manhood with a wet, firm grip.

'I need to know how this feels out of the water.'

I kissed her. Engulfed her. I took her whole body to mine. This wasn't about breeding. This was about establishing something else. I needed her, desperately. I needed her power to enhance my own. Together, we would bring any and every woman and couple under our dominion. Hers was a magic older than humankind. She understood the need, the instinct, and the necessity of it all. She wanted it, too, and that was more than enough for me.

'I want you to split me in two,' Linda said, her lips sucking my earlobe. Her hands moved across my body with incredible intensity, groping, squeezing, and pulling every part of me into her. Her giant breasts felt like soft, hot pillows between us.

I pushed her back towards the sofa in her front living room, and she stepped ahead of me, finding a place on the rug between the coffee table and the fireplace. She turned around as she squatted and gave me an evil grin.

'You're not leaving here until I drain those balls dry.'

I leapt on top of her, pillaging every part of her body. My face found her pussy, and I took it in my mouth.

'Ooooo yes,' she said, her hands running wild over her tits. 'Eat your fill.'

I redoubled my efforts, and soon, her hips were gyrating, rising and falling, her breathing shortening, and scattered and muffled screams were slowly growing louder and more frequent. I stuck a finger in, then another, all while massaging her clit and lips with my looping and curling tongue.

'Goddamnit! YES. OH YES! FUCK YES!' she said, her thighs locked tight around my ears. I put a third finger in and locked my lips around her throbbing sex.

Linda screamed. It was a sound wild and free. Her juices came pouring out, all over my face, all over the rug, all over the floor. Her hands found my head and hair, and she began to pull me forward with a force decades younger. She met my mouth with hers, and together, we reveled in the taste of her climax.

'Ram that dick as deep as it'll go.'

I dropped my hips, and my shaft slid back down from her belly, the head quickly finding her warm, wet entrance. I pushed forward, and once again, I was deep inside my seventy-year-old neighbor. She gasped.

'You want this pussy more than once? Then you better fuck it like you mean it!'

I didn't need the encouragement, but it shifted something inside of me. More like it handcuffed me, threw me in the backseat and locked the doors while someone or something else took control. I hooked her knees under my arms, my hands grabbed her wrists, and I began my assault. Linda's eyes went wide and wild, and the deepest, carnal filth poured out of her sweet grandmother mouth.

'Oh shit, yes! Fuck this old cunt! Hammer me in half!'

The sounds of our sex echoed around the room. I was growling like an animal fighting another. The rapid cadence of my dick slamming into her pussy kept time with Linda's swears and squeals. She fought to pull her arms away, and eventually, as I felt her hips moving to meet mine, I let them go. She immediately grabbed her huge breasts and squeezed them together, pushing one directly into my snarling mouth. I took it like food given to a starving dog.

'Ohhhh...goddddd....damnit!', she said, and I could feel her walls clenching around my member, a gush of liquid pouring out. 'Harder you bastard! Stop holding back!!!'

I lifted myself on top of her, pushing her knees nearly to her ears, her whole body cradled and caught beneath mine. I could feel her pushing back, but she was caught. She was mine. Linda clenched her teeth and snarled.

'FUCK YES! OWN IT! TAKE IT!!

I gripped her as if she was trying to escape, every fiber of my being focused on fucking her, dominating her, knowing this would need to be everything in order to work. Her huge tits squeeze between her knees, and I took a nipple between my teeth and ran my tongue across its tip. I felt Linda clench again, and the familiar flood came flowing back.

'UNNNGGGHHHNNNHHHHAAA!!!!'

She roared, bucked, her arms flying to my head, pulling me in to her face, her mouth and tongue desperately trying to find my own. My hips continued to pound, as each thrust pushed deeper and deeper inside my prize. Linda unlocked her lips and made eye contact, her breathing ragged and shaky.

'Cum in me. CUM IN ME NOW!'

I heaved myself forward, as if waiting for the command. Her shoulders and neck were the only parts of her body still touching the floor. I felt it happening. The tightening, the electricity, the universe stopping all time and motion just for this. I reached down and grabbed Linda's head with both hands as I roared. Her wide eyes flamed with passion and she began to scream. My balls drew tight, and I flooded her insides with my cum, stream after stream.

'OHHH FUCK!!! BILL!!! I'M CUMMING!!!'

Whether she was telling him or calling me her dead husband's name didn't matter. I knew I had unlocked the final door. There was no coming back from this. I suddenly felt every effort I had made over the last day, and I collapsed, letting Linda's body free as I slowly lay on top of her. She hooked her heel behind my leg, and before I knew it, I was on my back, and she was on top of me. Deep, passionate kisses followed as we both caught our breath. Her hands wandered all over my body, and her chest pressed hard against my own. After a long silence, only broken by the sounds of our intimacy, Linda spoke, her voice quavering ever so slightly.

'After Bill died, I was sure I wouldn't; I couldn't have what we had ever again. A whole life together filled with passion and sex and freedom, it was just...gone. I...thank you.'

I could see tears forming, and her smile was the one I knew from decades at the club.

'You're welcome,' I said. 'This won't be the last time.'

'Oh no it won't, Paul Lawrence. Now that I have you, we're going to have a lot of adventures, for as long as I'm able. I want to give you everything I gave to Bill, not just my body, but others as well.'

'I need you to be that for me,' I said. She was finding her place quickly.

'I may be old now, but I can still be persuasive,' she said, kissing me again. 'I've had many a reluctant woman butt naked and bent over before they even knew what was happening.'

A surge ran through my body. I wouldn't have to do this alone. Lydia would take time, and maybe she could learn from Linda. There would be so much we could accomplish together. My cock twitched. I was still inside Linda. She must've felt it, too, as she lifted her leg and looked down then back at me and smiled.

'Already ready for more?'

She shifted her legs and I popped out of her with a moistened smack. She scooted her way down and took me into her mouth for the second time today.

'Tastes MUCH better than the first time,' Linda said, licking and sucking the whole shaft. 'Imagine all of this as foreplay for what's to come.'

'I am ready for whatever comes,' I said, though physically, I felt completely spent.

'Mmmm,' said Linda, her mouth slowly pulling off my cock. 'It's just a matter of figuring out who's first.'

'Lydia,' I said.

'No.' Linda gave my cock a squeeze. 'She's too important. She may take time, and if you get that wrong, then a whole lot of life comes crumbling down around you, Paul.'

She was right. I had already brought Lydia farther down the road than I had ever dreamed. The Con Vât had made quick work of breaking down the walls between us. This was something completely different. Linda continued to stroke my cock as she propped her head in her hand.

'We need a first step, someone low stakes, like one of the girls at the club. Bill and I have had nearly all of them multiple times. Though, I imagine you could handle most of them on your own.'

'Really?'

'Oh yes. They're all ripe and ready. Most women are, deep down, but they've spent so much time packing all that away to be good and proper and a model of whatever it is that society wants them to be that they've lost touch entirely with what lies beneath. But you can usually spot their outlet a mile away.'

'Their outlet?'

'Women lose the translation eventually, and forget that what they're doing is just a substitute; it's filling a hole that only one thing can properly fill.' Linda winked and tugged at my cock a little harder. 'Maybe it's tennis, or martinis, or bible studies, or fitness. It can be a thousand things, all placeholders for their unwillingness or inability to embrace who they are and what they're made for.'

'Yesss,' I said.

'I love helping them find it, rediscovering that part of themselves they've lost, and then enjoying the fruits of my labor.'

Linda licked her lips.

'What about men?' I said.

'What about them?' Linda said. 'Men don't understand any of this enough. Some are better than others at fucking, but it's rare to find someone fully in touch with his instincts. Someone who isn't afraid to be who he's meant to be and embrace the animal within. I've only known a few.'

She squeezed my cock again, and I could feel it beginning to awaken.

'Yesss,' I said.

'What we need to find is a woman who doesn't know how desperate she is to be unleashed. Someone who is practically begging to be turned inside out. That's when you can see it best.'

I thought about Lydia, and the moments she had embraced last night and this morning. Linda had framed all of this perfectly. I was being driven by instinct. I needed Lydia to be driven by the same. I had more work to do.

The doorbell rang, followed by a knock. I sat up, as did Linda.

'Expecting someone?' I said.

'Probably just an Amazon delivery, though they rarely ring the doorbell.'

We waited. The doorbell rang again, followed by another knock. Then a voice, muffled and hard to hear through the thick, wooden door.

'Linda? Are you home?'

I stood up, unsure of what to do next. I helped Linda to her feet and she casually strode across the room to the kitchen and pulled a thin silk robe off the back of a kitchen chair.

'Coming,' she said with a giggle. She turned and smiled. 'You should probably do something about that.'

I looked down at my dick, semi-erect, and realized I had barely worn clothes at all for the last twenty-four hours. I grabbed my towel off the kitchen island and wrapped it around my waist. I stepped behind the counter, just in case, as Linda cinched her robe and opened the door.

'Hi, Linda.' It was a familiar female voice.

'Well speak of the devil, we were JUST talking about you! Please come in!'

And with that, Kathy stepped through the doorway, her body glistening with sweat.

'My goodness,' said Linda, closing the door behind her, 'Do you ever stop running?'

'I, ha, well, I was just looking....' Kathy's eyes spotted me in the kitchen. 'Paul! There you are. I found your phone on the curb by the wall.'

Kathy held up the phone in her hand and took a step toward me. Behind her, Linda turned the top and bottom locks, sealing us inside. She smiled as she adjusted her robe, her tits now barely covered by the fabric. I grinned. Without even the slightest bit of effort, our first victim had fallen into our trap....