The last days of Walter Smith : Part 1 – The New Walter

“Charlie, what did you do that for?” she asked, as Walter took two steps and pressed his throbbing groin into her fleshy ass meat. “Oh, Charlie,” she said, “have you missed me while I was on vacation?” Walter wrapped his arms around her and grabbed handfuls of tit and kneaded them. “Just give me a second and I’ll-..”

Walter didn’t wait, though. That was “Old Walter” behavior. Running his hands under her blouse, he shoved the lacy bra up and out of the way and let his fingers do the walking over her warm breasts. Her breath was coming faster as she braced herself on the counter. He pinched her nipples as she panted, “Yes, Charlie, that’s it, twist my titties.” She reached behind her and found his hard cock, but he moved away, knowing a couple of strokes would probably finish him. My God, he thought, how long has it been?

“Oh, Charlie,” she moaned, as he slipped one hand into her scrub pants and found her wet pussy. “This is so much nicer than just a quick blow job.” Walter found her knob of pleasure and worked it leisurely. She was soon bucking backward, going over the edge of her first orgasm. Sweat ran down between her tits as she begged, “I want your cock, Walter. Put that dick inside me.” Walter untied her pants and pushed them down. Amy worked them off of her legs and kicked them aside. “Give it to me. Shove that meat into my cunt!”

Walter pushed his pants down and his prong sprang forward. He couldn’t remember ever having been so hard as he gently prodded her pussy lips. He slipped right in without effort, and humped her from behind, driving his dick to the hilt with the first push. Walter hoped the room was soundproof as Amy began to grunt in time with his thrusts. It hadn’t been even a minute when he felt his juices roiling in his nut sack. He grabbed her butt cheeks and banged away as he came with the force of the tide, filling her insides with his jizz.
Yet, even as the ecstasy rolled over him, something odd suddenly crossed his mind.

She had called him Walter.

He backed away from Amy as he pulled his pants up over his softening prick. She was red-faced, but smiling, when she turned the light on. “Don’t be afraid. I was a little suspicious from the beginning, because your cock is bigger than Charlie’s. Then I noticed your after shave, and then, well, Charlie is a selfish lover. He just wants to blow a wad in my mouth and go. So I figured if you were willing to risk an aneurysm for a quick fuck, I was only too happy to oblige. Will there be follow-up visits?”

She kissed him sweetly and made him promise to take care of himself. After she had put her pants back on, there was a knock at the door. “Is there someone in here?” said the voice. It was Charlie. Amy pointed to the laundry hamper and Walter crouched behind it to hide himself as she let him in. Charlie closed the door behind him and immediately unzipped, pulling out his half-hard noodle.

“Time for a little knob job, dearie?” he asked. She slapped his face and left the closet. Charlie put his cock away and followed after her, asking, “What’s wrong?”

Walter figured he’d remain hidden for a few more minutes before leaving. Though Amy White had enjoyed the fuck, he decided that ol’ limp-dick Charlie would probably enjoy punching his lights out for ruining his good thing with the orally gifted doctor.

Who else deserved a visit? There was the waitress at the country bar his buddies took him to. They’d all made a play for her, but she’d shot down every one of them in a joking manner. However, she always seemed to be just a little friendlier to Walter, even nicknaming him “Smitty.” Her gaze lingered just a little longer, the smile was a little warmer and the graze of her breast against his arm just a bit more obvious. Walter’s buddies were sure she was sweet on him. “She’d fuck you in a New York minute,” they enthused. Yes, maybe sweet Georgette should get a visit from the “New Walter.”

Now that he was making this mental list, he had to admit his Aunt Charlotte had always revved his motor, too. His mother’s much younger sister, Charlotte was just a few years older than Walter. They had practically been raised together, but there had always been a spark between them they never dared speak of. The time when they were in their teens and he accidentally walked in on her changing out of a swimsuit was often the fantasy Walter used to jack off. She didn’t try to cover herself and he didn’t immediately apologize and close the door. They’d stood there for a moment as he drank in her beauty. Yes, he was going to have to pay a visit to Aunt Charlotte.

Walter felt the power of his situation. He had little time and nothing to lose. In fact, there were a couple of scores he wanted to settle before the clock wound down. Wendy from high school had been especially cruel in rejecting him and Walter was sure he would handle it differently now. And Lena, who had seemed so in love and had even accepted the five-carat engagement ring, all the while continuing to fuck every man she met. She had been in it for the money and admitted as much when she got caught.

Walter began to get a hard-on again thinking of the adventures to come. He walked out of the supply closet with a smile on his face and a new lease on the remainder of his life.