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Backstory: Picking up on previous accounts of Luther “The Root” Casey, it’s the late 1970’s and our well-hung hero is a college student at a large Midwestern university where he plays bass and spreads his considerable goodwill among the ladies.

Per usual, this is a work of fiction and all characters are of legal age.

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For his university studies, Lute had a business major and a music minor. And though he wasn’t exactly sure what career path he wanted to pursue, he knew it would involve music in some way. And he was hopeful that in addition to being a musician, picking up a business degree would help give him some practical skills for working in the music industry.

Lute was a good student and had been on the Dean’s List each of his first three years. And after playing electric bass in a rock and roll band up until his junior year, when he switched to playing stand-up bass with a jazz trio, he’d also continued honing his musical chops.

During the summer before his final year of college, with some help from a well-connected professor, Lute scored a much sought-after paid internship with a big music production company in the city. During his interview they’d made it clear the company was expanding and that successful interns got first consideration for any new openings.

Lute had a couple of college friends who also had summer jobs in the city, so they sublet a house together and got their first real taste of professional work life.

The company Lute worked for put on concerts and shows throughout the Midwest. And to their credit, they threw summer interns into the thick of it all. Lute worked on promotions, marketing, staging, contracts, and pretty much anything that needed a capable staffer’s attention. He got to travel around and go backstage to see shows, but it was grueling work with long hours. And he had to deal with lots of big egos and tedious personalities. He was good at the work and enjoyed it, but he missed playing music, which there was little time for with his busy schedule.

Lute’s sister lived in the city, so he spent time with her whenever he could. And his old hometown lover, Ellen Heath, also lived there while attending school to get her MBA. So he spent many nights in Ellen’s bed, falling asleep with his head atop her luscious 38F tits – his favorite pillows.

One of the company’s executives, Roger, had taken a liking to Lute early on when Lute had bailed him out of a tough spot with the overheated manager of a headlining band. So, deciding to groom the young intern, he started inviting him along to some high level business meetings. Lute really appreciated Roger’s mentoring, but he also learned Roger wasn’t above using him for things other than his brains and work ethic.

One such meeting took place over dinner at a swanky hotel restaurant. It was Roger and Lute from the production company, plus two guys and a lady representing a chain of nightclubs from around the Midwest that were negotiating a contract with Lute’s company.

Roger knew the group well from past dealings, and with the contract pretty much in the bag, the dinner meeting was primarily to hash out some last minor details, and to then celebrate their new partnership.

As for Lute’s involvement, the reason for Roger’s bringing him along became apparent when Lute was seated next to the woman, who, it turns out, was one of the founders of the nightclub consortium.

Her name was Fiona Connor, and she was about fifty, with shoulder length red hair, a lovely freckled face, and a statuesque figure that filled out her fashionable business attire nicely. She was a sultry Irish fox who got up close and personal with Lute over the salad course, and from then on she had him engaged in a far different conversation than the one taking place across the table. And the fact that Luther Casey was a good Irish boy – and had visited his great-grandparents’ homeland with his family some years before – only added to their connection.

They talked about music, the city, her summer place on a northern lake, Ireland, and pretty much everything but business. And during one of the times when she grabbed his leg as she laughed, she happened upon the ten-inch python lurking against his thigh. After giving it some probing squeezes to confirm it was as big as she suspected, she looked at Lute with an exaggerated wide-eyed smile.

When their food arrived, Roger gave Lute a wink that confirmed he was doing just the job he had been brought along for: keeping Fiona occupied and happy while Roger and Fiona’s two colleagues took care of business.

From past experience, Roger knew Fiona had by far the greatest business acumen of her group, and that she drove the hardest bargains. But at this stage of her successful career, she preferred the company of interesting and attractive younger people, and was glad to leave niggling contract details to her counterparts.

The table’s two separate conversations continued throughout dinner and şırnak escort dessert. Keeping one ear tuned to the business discussion while still giving Fiona his full attention, Lute knew the contract was sealed. And he also learned that Fiona’s after-dinner plans included him.

Having discovered Lute was a jazz bass player, she insisted he join her at one of their consortium’s clubs nearby where a particularly good jazz quartet was playing. It was only a few blocks away and she told Lute she’d love the walk and the company.

When the bill had been paid and the three gentleman headed off to the hotel bar, Fiona and Lute walked off arm-in-arm into the warm city night. It was a Thursday, and the action at the nearby clubs was starting to pick up as the couple walked and continued the animated conversation they’d begun over dinner.

Lute might have been miffed with Roger for setting him up as the company’s boy toy, but Fiona was an absolute babe. As well as being a funny, smart, and decidedly randy lady, so Lute was definitely not being held hostage.

Once they reached the club, Fiona greeted the bouncer with a kiss as they headed in, with Fiona getting smiles and VIP treatment all along the way.

Seated at her preferred table to the side and rear, the quartet was in the midst of their first set when the couple arrived. The quartet’s music was just as good as Fiona had promised. With bass, drums, piano and tenor sax, the group spun through a range of tunes, from originals to classic jazz to be bop, all with their own unique sound. Lute loved it, which made Fiona very happy.

They stayed until the end of the band’s second set, and on their way out Fiona made sure to introduce Lute to the musicians, billing him as a talented bass player who’d be joining them on the local scene once he finished up school downstate.

When they got outside and Lute was about to pose the “So, is this goodnight?” question, Fiona said, “You know, Luther, I asked Roger to bring you to dinner tonight.”

“Really?” Lute replied, taken aback.

“Yeah, I was in a meeting last week in your company’s conference room – the one with all the interior windows – and I noticed you out in the hallway,” she continued.

“And when you walked by two maintenance guys, one was a Black guy and the other Hispanic, you stopped and fist-bumped them both and then stayed to talk for a bit,” she continued. “I was in that room for over an hour, and those two guys were working out there that whole time, and you were the only person who acknowledged them, let alone talked to them!”

“Yeah, that was Shooter and Carlos, they’re good dudes,” Lute said with a bemused smile.

“Right. So, I wanted to meet you, and asked Roger to bring you along,” she said as she moved in closer. “There are a lot of young guys trying to break into this business, and most of them are superficial jerks. But you’re definitely not. So, I want us to keep in touch. I’d like to help you.”

“Wow, Fiona, that’s really nice of you!” Lute exclaimed, genuinely pleased by what she’d said.

“You can be one of the good ones,” she replied, “We need more of those.” And then getting right in front of him she added softly, “And I also want to fuck you. Though if you’d prefer not, I’ll still help you out. Just not tonight.”

This made Lute laugh, “No, tonight’s good. Really good, actually.”

Fiona had a condo not too far away, so she and Lute caught a cab. It was about a 15 minute ride, and two minutes in they started kissing. And after five minutes Fiona had her hand inside Lute’s pants and kept it there for the remainder of the trip, stroking his thick member as she whispered nasty things in his ear. So by the time they got to Fiona’s place, his pump was well primed.

The couple had continued their kissing and grinding in the elevator, and when they reached Fiona’s, they were hardly inside the door when she hurriedly unfastened his pants and then dropped to her knees and started kissing his huge cock through his distended briefs.

“I couldn’t believe it when I discovered this at dinner,” she said, looking up at him with her sexy green eyes. “And I thought, what are the chances that this nice, cute guy would also be hung like a horse? I mean, really, you’re just too good to be true, Luther Casey!”

Then she began to do a slow reveal, grabbing the waistband of his shorts and inching them down until finally his ten-inch truncheon swung out like a third arm.

“Oh, yes! Absolutely!” she moaned as she sized up his beast, grabbing it with one hand and running her tongue along its full length, then popping her stretched mouth over its big helmeted head.

As she continued working over his thick member, Lute stood with his hands on his hips, letting the beautiful older woman make a thorough assessment of his package while he checked out her place.

Fiona’s “condo” turned out to be the whole top floor of an old warehouse building overlooking the şırnak escort bayan river. It was a huge loft space with big windows, 20 foot ceilings, exposed bricks and beams, and was divided up by furniture and some low walls into a truly amazing space. It was unlike any home Lute had ever been in, and it gave him further confirmation that Fiona was far different from any woman he’d ever known.

After Fiona had completed her introductory session with Lute’s prodigious member, she decided they should move to a more comfortable spot. Taking him by the hand, she led him off to her bedroom that was situated in one corner of the loft and separated from the main space by an eight foot privacy wall.

The bedroom had big windows and a balcony overlooking the river. And since it was the 70’s, it also had a water bed. Though Lute had never owned one, he’d had some good times in a few such beds. So he was interested to try this one out with Fiona, expecting she knew how to put it to good use.

Lute continued out onto the balcony to take in the view while Fiona went off to get them drinks. She soon returned with a couple of vodka tonics and joined him, pointing out various city landmarks as she snuggled in close and caressed his ass.

As they had discussed over dinner, Lute was considering moving to the city when he graduated in the spring. He was sure he could find work, and he also hoped to get in with a jazz band. Teddy, the piano player from his jazz trio at school, was also talking about moving up there. So maybe the two of them would put something together. And Fiona, of course, had offered to get them gigs at her clubs, suspecting that whatever band Lute played in would be good. Which was true.

Thinking what a great connection Fiona was turning out to be, as Lute leaned over and slid his hand inside her top, he wondered if his boss Roger had known just how useful knowing Fiona would be for young Luther.

But no matter, because as he groped her big tits as they kissed, he was quickly taken away from any thoughts of career or work. The rest of the night was going to be devoted to riding the waves of the waterbed with this very sexy redhead, and it was now time to test it out.

Fiona had queued up Miles Davis at low volume on the loft’s stereo system, which, no surprise, was nightclub quality. So as they slowly danced their way back into her bedroom, they continued moving to the music as they faced each other and started shedding their clothes.

Lute kicked of his dress shoes, and since his pants were already half undone, they were the next to drop, along with his briefs. And by the time he had his sport coat and shirt off, with his cock now jutting out like a billy club, Fiona had stripped down to her bra and panties.

Clambering onto the bed, Lute began slowly stroking his member as he reclined and watched Fiona move to the music and finish off her sexy garment-discarding dance with a flair.

Fiona’s corpulent bosom bulged from her bra, and when she reached around and undid the clasp, her beautiful freckled breasts spilled from their cups and flopped against her chest, their sizeable areolae elongated in the luscious droop of her big succulent white udders.

And when she slowly wriggled out of her panties, giving him a decidedly naughty look as she did, Lute confirmed that she was indeed a natural redhead. A nice well-tended patch of ginger fur surrounded her pussy, and its crimson labia protruded from her vagina like puckered lips.

Touching her pussy with a lusty smile as she looked down at Lute and swayed to the music, she whispered, “Are you ready for me Luther? Because I’ve got just the spot for you to put that big cock for safekeeping.” Then lifting a foot up on the bed frame with Lute still locked in her gaze, she spread her moist cunt lips apart and inserted her middle finger, “Mmmm, yeah, I’ve been wet for you all evening.”

“One of my girlfriends gave me a huge dildo last year for my birthday,” Fiona continued. “It’s the biggest one either of us had ever seen, but I still don’t think it measures up to what you’ve got there in your hand.”

“Yeah, I hear that a lot,” Lute chuckled.

“So, how’s about if we swap secrets,” Fiona said with a sexy laugh, “If you tell me how big your cock is, I’ll tell you my bra size,” .

“Fair enough,” Lute replied as he continued stroking his meat, “Well, when I’m hard, I’m about ten inches long, and the girth is, like, seven inches.”

“Damn,” Fiona whispered as she looked longingly at her young lover’s huge tool.

Then lifting one of her big tits up to her mouth and licking its wide copper-hued nipple, she offered up in a thick Irish brogue, “And these, young fella’, are me god-given 34 Triple Day knockers, brought to ya’ straight from County Galway, by way o’ Hell’s Kitchen NYC!”

This had them both laughing as Fiona slid down to join Lute on the bed, pushing her floppy all natural 34DDD’s in his face for an escort şırnak up-close introduction. Which he gladly began to do, hungrily licking and kissing her big freckled melons as she moaned in delight.

While the lovers acclimated to the motion of Fiona’s waterbed, she disengaged Lute from her tits and lifted her pussy onto his face while she got into a sixty-nine position. Putting her mouth down onto his cock, she spit on his thick rod and worked it deep into her throat, then pulled back before diving on for more.

While she attended to his slick tool, Lute was sucking on her sweet cunt lips that had so caught his attention when she removed her panties. Her labial flaps protruded through her thick red rug, and Fiona’s crop of pubes, combined with her big pussy lips, made for a tasty feast as Lute worked her over. And he soon had her grinding her cunt harder onto his face as he sucked on the nubbin of her clit, bringing her to her first orgasm of the night.

“Uh, uh, uh!” she grunted as her pussy juices flowed down onto Lute’s face, “Oh, fuck, fuck, yeah, oh, yeah!”

But instead of luxuriating in her climax, it only inspired Fiona to suck even harder on Lute’s monster cock, driving it as far down her throat as she could, and then coming up for air, spitting on it, and diving back on for more, all while her pussy continued gushing on her lover’s face.

“Yeah, baby, that’s right…that’s right!” Lute moaned as she wrestled with his rapacious tool. But after a few more minutes of their sixty-nine maneuvers, Fiona was anxious to have Lute’s thick cock planted insider her.

Pulling herself away from Lute’s organ, she spun around and positioned her vulva over his cock. And as she gradually eased down and worked his meat inside her, she rocked her body in just such a way to get the water bed rolling beneath them, creating a wave-like motion that accentuated the joining of their bodies. And as the pace of their fucking increased, they melded into the bed’s subtle undulations like floating on the ups and downs of a slow motion teeter-totter.

Fiona knew exactly what she was doing as she sped up the rise and fall of the bed and used its motions to work Lute’s cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. The head of his rod was now in so far that it was touching her cervix, a sensation she hadn’t felt for years. And after engaging him in some long kisses, she rose up and braced her arms against his shoulders and dangled her big white tits in his face.

Given the size of Fiona’s tits, they had their own rolling motions when she fucked, even without the aid of a water bed. But her fleshy breasts, combined with the dip and swell of the bed, made for a dual sway that Lute found both mesmerizing and sexy-as-hell. And as her tits slid across his face with each pass, he extended his lips and tongue to catch them as they went by.

“Mmm…yeah, that’s so good, Luther” Fiona moaned as she rode his massive tool, stretching her pussy to previously unknown dimensions, “Jesus, I could do this all night.”

Fiona and Lute rode the water bed for quite some time. As they did, she reveled in the biggest cock that had ever plumbed her depths – of which there had been many – and Lute rolled on each of the waves they created, lapping on Fiona’s beguiling tits and driving his cock deep into the tight grip of her pussy as they floated along.

When Fiona rolled over onto her back, she brought Lute along with her, and without missing a beat, he recommenced his cock’s piston action inside her stretched twat as he straddled her in a missionary position.

“Really fuck me now, Luther,” Fiona demanded as she raised her hips and grabbed his face for a long sexy kiss, “Show me how you put it to those nasty college girls!”

As Lute increased his thrusts, Fiona continued calling for more, “Yeah, that’s right, give it to me like you do those little sluts that’ll spread their legs for you whenever you want! That’s right…that’s right!”

The bed was now really roiling as Lute pounded himself into his older lover, their bodies slapping together as their carnal agitations continued. Fiona had slid a hand into her pussy and was working away on her clit as Lute pumped her with his thick meat.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right! Fuck me like you do those pretty young things, baby! Those fucking cum sluts that lift up their skirts and beg you to fuck their tight little pussies, that’s what I want…that’s what I want!” Fiona wailed as an orgasm came crashing through her like a tsunami, “Oh, yeah, baby! That’s what I fucking want!”

With Fiona in the throes of a relentless climax, Lute reached beneath her and grabbed her ass. Then shoving two fingers up her asshole, he began reaming her rear chute as he continued pummeling her pussy, his own orgasm now demanding for an imminent release.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, baby! I’m your slut now…I’m your slut!” Fiona screamed as Lute gave it to her, front and back, grunting in a way that let her know he was ready to join her climactic party, “I’m your fucking slut now! Cum in me baby! Give it to me!”

Clenching his teeth and gripping her ass, Lute let loose with a torrent of cum that erupted in Fiona’s cunt like an underwater volcano, flooding her pussy with a spew that far exceeded anything she’d ever experienced.

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