June 18, 2024

Crazy Lenny: Emeka: Widower’s Wild Ride (Chapter 2)[18+]


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Crazy Lenny: Emeka: Widower’s Wild Ride (Chapter 2)[18+]

She resumed the massage, getting progressively higher up his leg. His erection, which had disappeared for a while, was soon back with full force. Then the moment he dreaded happened; she asked him to turn over on his back.

As she turned around to get more oil, he slowly turned over, careful to let the towel stay draped over his waist. He had hoped that, with the towel over him, his raging erection might not be obvious. He was very wrong. Though he tried to adjust himself, there was just no hiding the pitched tent.

When Iveren turned back around, there was no question she noticed. He saw her eyes track down to his waist and saw the flicker of recognition. But she betrayed no discomfort or surprise and soon she was massaging his chest and shoulders, her warm smile unchanged.

She continued to work through every knot in his body, eventually making her way down to his legs and then slowly working back upward. Eventually, she broke the silence again.

“Emeka, I’m going to ask you something very personal. You don’t have to answer it, and I apologize ahead of time if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Um. Okay.” Emeka wasn’t sure where she was going with this and didn’t know what else to say.

“When was the last time you were…intimate with someone?”

Wow. Emeka had really not been expecting that. How long had it been? A year? Maybe longer?

After a substantial pause, Emeka finally said “Probably at least a year.”

“That’s what I thought,” she said. Her expression was kind, but with a measure of pity mixed in. “I want to do something for you, Emeka, and I hope you’ll let me.”

Emeka’s mind was a whirlwind. What was she talking about? Where was this going? Before he could get much beyond that, Iveren’s hand was on top of the towel, pressed against his cock. If her touch to his shoulders had been a jolt of electricity, this was a lightning strike. The sensation was so powerful that his hand grabbed her arm reflexively.

“What are you…”

“Relax, Emeka,” she interrupted him, her tone still so calm and reassuring. “It’s okay.”

“But…but…” Emeka sputtered, “What about Odeh?”

She smiled, “he’ll be glad to know you said that. But believe me, he’s fine. I believe his exact words on his way out this morning were ‘Don’t forget the happy ending.’ He said if anyone ever needed one, it was you.'”

Emeka was having a hard time processing all this, but he wasn’t actively fighting it either. Within seconds, Iveren had removed the towel entirely, exposing Emeka’s now rock-hard cock. She gave him a mischievous smile and a wink and then wrapped one of her oiled-up hands firmly around the shaft of his cock.

It was all Emeka could do not to come right then and there, but he willed himself not to. She soon had both hands working up and down his cock as he stared, transfixed. Given how long it had been since he had anything like this done to him, she could have been terrible at it and it still would have felt great. But she was quite skilled.

“You have an amazing cock, Emeka.” God, she was sexy. He couldn’t take this much longer. He was just about to come when perhaps sensing it, she let go. “Before I finish, I just want to even the playing field a little bit. I’ve seen you naked. It’s only fair that you see me.”

With that, she reached up behind her neck and undid the string that was holding up her cover-up. Down it came, revealing a truly magnificent set of breasts. Her chest fully exposed, Iveren once again reached out and grasped Emeka’s cock. She began to stroke faster, working up a lather with the oil.

Emeka was completely out of his mind with lust and ready to come. Sensing this, Iveren slowed her pace. Then she looked him right in the eyes and said, “Come for me, Emeka.” With that he finally let go, letting out a groan and shooting a rope of cum that shot across his stomach and chest. She grinned from ear to ear.

“My god, Iveren, that was incredible. You have no idea how badly I needed that.”

She grinned, “you don’t need to thank me, Emeka. It was absolutely my pleasure. You needed that and I’m glad I got to share it with you.” The way she said it, so calm and matter-of-factly, she almost had Emeka convinced that this wasn’t strange, that this was just something that friends do for one another, like picking him up at the airport or something.

Casually, she grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off his chest and stomach. Then she pulled up her cover-up and re-tied its straps around her neck.

Taking his cue from her, Emeka sat up and tried to remember where he’d left his clothes. Before he could get to his feet, Iveren leaned in again and kissed him once more on the cheek. She whispered, “if you need a release again tomorrow, just ask. I’m here all week.” Then she winked and turned around to head back to her bedroom.

Emeka sat there for a few minutes, still completely naked, just trying to gather his thoughts. His mind was a jumble of questions. Did all of that just happen? Did she mean that all he had to do was ask and she would do this again? What if he asked for something else? Was Odeh really okay with this? Did he just betray his best friend?

That night, when Odeh got home, Emeka initially felt very awkward, but Iveren had such a way of putting people at ease. Before long, he had almost forgotten about the events of that morning; it was like it had never happened. It was just three old friends, sharing each other’s company.

The next morning, after Odeh had left for work, Emeka sat on the couch watching TV. Though he’d thought about nothing else all morning, he’d resolved that he wasn’t going to take Iveren up on her offer to “ask” for a second round. He just couldn’t bring himself to do that. That said, if she offered, it would be rude to turn her down, right?

Eventually, Iveren sat down on the couch next to him. She was in a pair of jogging shorts and a tank top and looked like she was ready for a workout. “Any interest in jogging with me, Emeka?”

“Oh, no thanks, Iveren. I gave up jogging years ago. Too hard on my knees.”

“Fair enough. Can I get you anything before I go?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks, though.”

“Are you sure?” Was she asking what he thought she was asking? “My offer from yesterday still stands, you know.”

Emeka paused, not really wanting to ask, but not strong enough to say no.

Iveren looked at him expectantly, a mischievous smile slowly forming on her face. She reached out a hand and touched his knee.

“Iveren, I…”

“It’s okay, I won’t make you ask.” With that, she slowly manoeuvred onto the floor in front of him until she was on her knees and facing him. Then she reached up and began to undo the button and fly on his cargo shorts and slowly slid them down, taking his boxers with them. His cock, which was already nearly fully erect, sprung out into the open. Iveren continued to pull his shorts and boxers down until they were off.

Then she sat back and lifted her tank top up over her head, removing it completely in one motion and again displaying her exquisite breasts, natural and round, the size of a watermelon, with large, dark brown areola the size of quarters.

As Emeka admired the view, she reached over to grab his cock with her right hand and began to stroke it gently. Emeka silently wished she had brought some of that massage oil with her, but he wasn’t about to complain, not with this view.

Then, without warning, Iveren leaned in and before Emeka could even register what was happening, his cock was deep inside her mouth. Was this really happening? Lolade had seldom gone down on him even in good times, and Emeka had no idea how long it had been since his last blow job.

Three years maybe? As he watched Iveren’s head bob up and down on his cock, he tried to put all thoughts of Lolade or Odeh or anything that might complicate this moment out of his mind and focus on the incredible sensation. Iveren was applying just the right amount of pressure and she was using her hands at the same time, sliding them up and down the shaft of his cock in sync with her mouth. She was so very good at this.

And so beautiful. The way her breasts bobbed up and down. The way her long curly hair draped over his stomach. He gathered her hair up in his hands and held it up so he could get a better view of her beautiful face. She stared up at him with wide, soulful eyes as she continued to suck his cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

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