Morgan became a widow at the young age of 37 and had only ever been with her husband sexually. She was a content wife for 11 years if not satisfied. They had no children. Until her husband died in a auto accident. Two years of living on her own and being alone had made her a very lonely and horny woman. She is a very attractive woman, blonde, green eyes and a sexy body, but she is not the type of person to go out and meet people and the people she does meet she don’t usually let them get to close to her. She decided to try to meet men. The men who smiled at her or spoke to her at work or the grocery store were met with a brief but stand offish smile or greeting back. So it turned out that she had not dated let alone been laid since her husband passed. A mutual friend asked me to help Morgan with some small jobs around her house. I climbed the ladder to get at some pipes. My head is up in the ceiling and I asked if she new what a pipe wrench was. She did and handed it to me. She is only 5′ 5″ so she had to climb the ladder to reach my hand. She found her face level with my ass. I turn to reach for the wrench and her eyes were transfixed by the outline of my hard penis through my jeans. My manhood is very clearly outlined through the fabric. She faltered handing me the wrench and then startled and blushed. Embarrassed she raised the wrench up to me. She is certain that I noticed her looking at my crotch. She is flustered and stepped down from the ladder. She didn’t really know what to do or how to act. She had never considered another man at all. Yet she found herself stirred and her heart racing.

She doesn’t know how long she stood at the base of the ladder when she found me standing in front of her and my hand on her cheek. I asked her if she was okay. She stammered a broken yes, then she found herself sitting on the couch in the living room. Her mind exploded. She could not process any real thought. She is consumed with emotions she did not understand and overwhelmed with a desire she did not know she had. I lean in and suddenly kiss her hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, while I begin fondling her breasts, over her shirt. Morgan is shocked beyond imagination. She had heard I was a sex-crazy man. But never in her wildest of dreams had she imagined, that she would ever meet me and certainly not be alone with me. How could he even think of touching her like this? It was so shameful. She begins struggling to get away from my grasp. After sometime, she managed to free herself, got up from the sofa, went to a far corner of the room and said, ” John, what are you doing? Please do not do this to me. What you did, is so wrong. I am a decent lady. No man except my husband has ever touched me. Please do not do this. It is so indecent.” I said, ” Morgan — don’t talk like an old lady! You are a young beautiful and healthy woman. You are a widow. I’m divorced and live alone. I saw you staring at my crotch. Being a man, I have needs. My cock has needs. I have the need to chew on your tender lips, to fondle, kiss and suck your luscious young breasts and nipples. The need to touch and caress your unused pussy, which has been unused for 2 years now and the need to thrust my hard cock into it.”

Morgan started crying and said, ” No, John — please do not say such vulgar things.” I got irritated and said, ” Look, Morgan…let me be straight. Your lovely & delicately tender body has needs and You have excited me to make my cock hard. When I met you today, I wanted to caress, kiss and suck every part of your body.” I continue crudely and shockingly, ” I want to have the pleasure of roughly tearing open your tight unused pussy and seeing you bleed and scream with pain, when my cock is in the process of doing so.” I continued ” Did your husband fuck you in your ass?”
Morgan is shocked at my vulgarity and involuntarily almost screamed, ” No!!! Please don’t say and ask such vulgar things, John!” I continue, ” I want to be clear now. I’m a wealthy and powerful man, I can make your life miserable in many ways. You will have to agree to become my personal property. You will come to me to satisfy me in every way when I call. You will be my mistress. My sex toy. I will fuck you with my monster cock, in every way and for any number of times that I wish, during every night. I will squeeze and play with your delicate and fleshy young body. I will fuck every part of you — your mouth, your breasts, your tight cunt and even in your virgin anus. You will not tell anyone about us. So, tell me — what is your answer going to be? Yes, or no? Will you be agree to be my mistress, or do you wish to leave?” Morgan is shocked at my words! She didn’t know me, but I was horrible and so shamefully telling her things, that no man would ever say to a woman. I did not even seem to care that she was a widow. She begins to cry. Sobbingly she pleaded with me, ” John, what are you saying? Please do not say such things. Please do not ask me such things. It is so wrong. So indecent. So sinful. But I understand your need for a woman. I know you have many women available to you.”

I angrily replied, ” Look Morgan, don’t waste my time. I can get any woman that I want any time. I am interested in fucking you. Not any other woman. So don’t give me stupid lectures. I don’t care about right and wrong and I don’t care about sin. Just tell me — do you agree to be my sex toy, or not?” She again pleaded, ” Please . . . John . . . please do not make me do this.” I replied again, ” I am asking you for the last time — yes, or no? If you again waste my time, I shall make a phone call and ruin your reputation.” She is sobbing and crying. But she is also thinking. She wouldn’t be able to face her friends. That frightened her and think hard. if she did agree to my perversions, only her life would be ruined. So, she decided then, to agree to my terms. Sobbing, she told me, ” OK… John, I have no other option. So, I agree. You can do to me, whatever you wish!” I smiled. I said, ” That is better Morgan. Now you are being sensible. Don’t worry. You take care of me and I will take care of you. Now stop crying and wipe your tears.” She wiped her tears with a tissue. I then came close to her, placing my hands on her breasts over her shirt, squeezing them. Morgan was feeling repulsed due to my hands over her breasts, fondling her breasts, I said, ” Yes–your lovely breasts are full soft and supple. Do you have your wedding dress?” She replied, ” Yes, John. I have it in my closet.” I asked again, ” Did your husband, break your hymen on the wedding night, or was it on some other night?” She replied, ” I lost my virginity on my wedding night, John.” I said, ” Were you wearing your wedding night dress, when he first fucked you and tore your virginity?”

She replied, ” Yes, John.” I said thoughtfully, ” God! How disappointed I am. How I wish I could have been the man who opened the seal of your virgin cunt – first. I would have enjoyed it so much.” Let go to the bedroom, I closed the door behind me. Morgan sat silently on the bed, shivering with fear. I stood staring at her then I walked over to the bed and sat close to her. She is shaking with fear. I asked her, ” Morgan, is this the wedding negligee that you wore, on your wedding night with your husband?” She replied, ” Yes, John.” I asked, ” Did your husband, were you naked and then your husband tore open your virginity, or did he do it with your negligee on?” She hesitated with shyness and fear. I said, ” Look Morgan, when I ask a question, I expect an immediate and frank answer. I do not like all this hesitation. It makes me angry.” She quickly replied, ” I was wearing this negligee when it happened. My husband had pushed it up over my hips, when he fucked me.” I asked, ” Did it cause you a lot of pain, when he tore your virginity?” She replied, ” Yes, John.” I asked, ” Did your cunt bleed?” She replied, ” Yes, John.” I brought my face close to hers, staring at her. I touched her lips with my palm and traced my palm over her cheeks and hair. I lightly kissed her on her lips. I said, ” Morgan, you are a beautiful 37 your old woman.” I said, ” Do you know my age?” She replied, ” I think you are 51 years old, John.” I said, ” No. I am 55 years old. And here you are a beautiful 37 year old, on her bed, for my pleasure. I must say that I am lucky to have your young and healthy body, all to myself, for my pleasure. Don’t you think so?” She replied, ” Yes, John.”

I said, ” Morgan, get up from the bed and stand in front of me. I want to see your beautiful body in your wedding negligee.” She got up from the bed and stood shyly in front of me. I kept staring at her and then turn her around. I touched her long blonde hair. I slowly again turn her around, to face me. I remove her blouse and bra, to expose her breasts. She stood before me with her head down, while I’m staring at her breasts. I said, ” You have lovely breasts. They look so enticing. Nice size, round and fleshy. Really beautiful. My cock is hard just by looking at them.” She did not reply. I then removed my shirt. She glanced up. Though I’m 55 years old, I have a big hairy chest, I’m very tall. Almost 6 feet & 5 inches. My chest is huge like a barrel. Very hairy — with grey hair. I looked like a mountain — standing beside her. Compared to me, she is short. Just 5 feet and 5 inches. I’m wearing cotton trousers, she is shocked to see my trousers stretched out completely, as if it was covering with difficulty, a large baseball bat! She can make out that I had a huge erection. She is terrified looking at the size of my erection. I came up behind her and hugged her. My huge erection is pressing in between her butt cheeks, through her skirt and panties. I grab her breasts from behind and star lightly fondling them, while pressing my erection into her buttocks.

I kissed and nibbled at the back of her neck, saying, ” Your young breasts are firm, Morgan.” She replied shyly, Thank you, John.” Fondling her breasts, I said, ” Morgan, after your husband died, how many men did you get fucked by?” She was shocked at my question. She replied, ” No, John. I would never do such a sinful things. My husband and I loved each other. Though my husband died, I am still in love with him. I would never even think of letting another man touch me.” Caressing her hips, I asked her, ” Really? Does that mean that your husband is the only man, who has fucked you in your life?” She replied, ” Yes, John.” Pressing my erection further into her, I asked, ” What was the size of his erect cock?” She said, ” I do not know John.” I said, ” Tell me the length and thickness, approximately, Morgan.” She replied, ” Maybe around 5 inches in length and maybe around 1 inch in thickness.” Nibbling on her earlobes, I asked, ” Did you enjoy having your husband fucking you? I mean, did you get your orgasms whenever he fucked you?” She shyly replied, ” Sometimes, John.” Pressing harder against her buttocks over her skirt, I asked, ” When was the last time he fucked you, Morgan?” She replied, ” It was the night before his accident.” I came round to stand in front of her, while staring at her body, pulling her close and kissing her, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth, while my hands kneaded her breasts.