Ms. Stasi moved to South Beach when her late husband Edward had been gone for six years. It took her that long to move on, supposedly. She sold their 1956 Colonial Home where she spent 29 years married to him. Now she was 47 years old and not sure what to do with her life after being a housewife up til that point. She applied for a job as receptionist at the guidance counselor’s office at the local university in town. And it was the best decision she made in her life. Because that’s where she met Dustin.
Dustin was a young college co-ed with strong calves and dark bushy eyebrows. He had pink kissable lips and eyes the color of the summer sky, so blue and inviting. He liked to wear tank tops and shorts almost exclusively. And he was often accompanied by a young wiry blond boy called Harris. Only Harris was golden brown in a mixed race sort of way. His eyes were that gray hazel and he had stubble on his jaw, and teeth that definitely had the help of braces at one point. All her years married to an orthodontist, she learned to be able to tell such things.
One random Tuesday, Dustin came into the guidance counselor's office and stopped at her desk and grabbed her name plate that was on her desk. “Stasi B…” He blinked and did a double take of her name.
“It’s Norwegian. My late husband… his parents were from Norway.”
“Oh, okay, I thought your last name was Bukkake, I … misread it.”
“No problem at all. It’s Bakke.”
“Do you know what a Bukkake is, Ms. … can I call you Ms. Stasi?”
“Sure. That's fine. And no. I don’t know what a Bukkake is. Do I want to know?”
Dustin blushed as he chuckled. “Well. that depends.”
“On what?’
“On your libido. Because I can always show you what a Bukkake is.”
“Alright, but it will hafta be after work.”
“Of course. Here’s my address. Come by and I’ll educate you on Bukkake.”
“Sounds tasty. Is it food?”
Dustin laughed again. “It can be. Just come by my dorm after your shift and I’ll show you.”
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Hours later at around 6 pm, Stasi awkwardly made her way to the dorm house room 82 and knocked on the door. Harris opened it; he was shirtless and rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Once he opened his eyes they widened as he saw who it was. “Uh… aren’t you the guidance counselor?"
“I’m the receptionist. I’m here looking for Dustin, is he here?”
“Uh yeah, yeah. Come in. Sorry about the mess.”
Stasi walked in and stepped over the pizza boxes and piles of dirty laundry deeper into the room where she saw Dustin sitting behind a laptop - also shirtless.
He looked up. “Ms. Stasi, you made it. Harris, pull up that fold up chair, would you please? I want to show our guest something.”
Harris gave Dustin a confused look. “But I thought you were--” His eyes flicked to the tissue and lotion on the other side of the desk next to the laptop. Dustin gave him a pressing smile.
“She asked to know what Bukkake was, so I offered to show her. So get the damn chair… please.”
Harris looked at Ms. Stasi who was looking around at the posters of naked women on the wall from various pornographic magazines. “Oh my…” she whispered under her breath and adjusted her collar.
“Sure…” Harris mumbled and brought over the folding chair for her to sit next to Dustin.
Ms. Stasi sat down on the chair and looked at the screen of his computer and her eyebrows jumped to her hairline as she flushed. “Well, I never…”
“This is Bukkake, Ms. Stasi. It’s when many men empty their loads onto a willing woman. At least in heterosexual porn videos. You’ll have to ask Harris about the other kind.”
“Why are you showing the faculty pornography, Dustin?”
“Because she asked.”
“How did it become a topic to ask about?”
“I thought it was her name!” Dustin chuckled. "But it’s Bakke. Norwegian.”
“I thought Bukkake came from Japan,” Harris said as he glanced at Ms. Stasi, who was staring intently at the screen, her hand rubbing the side of her neck.
“Oh my…”
“She likes it,” Harris said.
Dustin glanced at her and felt his dick jump with a pulse of blood, hardening his already hard cock. “Been a while for you, Ms. Stasi?”
“Quite a while, yes. I’m retired, but my husband is no longer in the picture. I… hadn't thought about trying to find anyone new per se. I just wanted a small part-time job to have something to do. But maybe having someone to do is … something I need as well… Oh... oh my…”
He took her hand and guided it to his thigh. “Maybe we can whet your appetite with the real thing one day but it would require a test run to vet you before we find enough guys to do the gang bang.”
“How do you mean, test run?” she asked.
Dustin smirked. And Harris immediately started to clear one of the beds in the room.
__Fifteen Minutes Later__
“You like that young dick, yeah?” Dustin panted as the older woman, Ms. Stasi, bounced on him. Spank!
“Say you like young dick. Go on, declare it, and this young dick is gonna make that milf pussy cum.”
Stasi’s eyes rolled in her head as she bounced like a rag doll on Dustin’s dick.
Harris was watching, lying on the bed next to them, idly stroking, waiting for his turn. But he might not make it; the sight of her bouncing on his best friend's dick might bring him before he was even inside her. She was so fucking beautiful...
“I like young dick, fuuuck I like young dick--OH!!” she wailed as her orgasm slammed into her hard and fast as she flailed clenching and bucking on top of Dustin’s rigid, ejaculating body.
His eyes screwed shut tight and his body shook as his toes curled. “Yeah that’s right bitch, cum, cum, cum on this dick, oh! Oh! Damn… I love milf pussy.”
Watching them both cum, Harris couldn't hold back any more; stroking his uncut cock, faster and faster, he came against Dustin's leg, quietly swearing his pleasure under his breath as his body hummed and shivered with so much intense sensation.
Stasi collapsed, panting and laughing. “In all my years, I've... never cum. I thought I did, but it didn't feel like that.”
Harris leaned over and kissed and nibbled her ear. “Well, we got lots of friends, Ms. Stasi. We can spoil that milf pussy with all the young dick she can take.”
“Well, that is one way to spend my retirement. Oooh, everything feels so… sensitive, let me catch my breath first.”
Dustin chuckled. “Well, you can have another kind of 401K plan, Ms. Stasi. A whole harem of dick ...don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you. Just stick with us. Dustin and Harris will make sure there are plenty of young, agile men to keep you purring and satisfied,” he assured her, glancing at his friend who was nodding his agreement. Then Harris lowered to suck at the nipple of her long, floppy titty. Her aged skin was so soft and loose.
Stasi shivered, feeling his lips, and sighed, “Four hundred and one young men to fuck whenever I want? That sounds like heaven.”
“Maybe you can even be on the receiving end of a Bukkake yourself?”
Stasi shivered, chuckling at the thought, the sound shrill with exhilaration. She felt high and giddy in a newfound way. With a moan she replied, “Just let me catch my breath first, and take a small nap, and I will be ready again.” She felt the post coital drop start to crowd her mind. "Now I get those jokes about falling asleep after sex. Orgasms take a lot out of you."
"Have you really never had an orgasm before today, Ms. Stasi?" Harris asked, his tone incredulous. How could anyone have sex with a woman like Ms. Stasi and not make sure she was thoroughly satisfied? It didn't make sense to him.
"Never had an orgasm until today."
"Maybe you're just a cougar, Ms. Stasi. You need young dick. We should take you to our fraternity and let you really have fun"
Ms. Stasi moaned. "Hush now, let me nap or I'll have to spank your young ass."
Harris and Dustin chuckled in unison. She reached down to find him still hard in her cunt, and wanted to pull him out but the thought of it out made her pout. "Will it bother you if I keep you inside while I nap, just keep you warm for when I wake up?"
"Doesn't bother me in the slightest, Ms. Stasi," he sighed, running his hands in a caress down her back, as she slowly drifted to sleep with a big satisfied smile on her face.
