I’m wrapped up in your love like a tentacle, yeah! Pulling me into the inter-dimensional portal of your heart.

“You’re really into this?” Bob was still a little shocked by the older woman’s blunt proposal, but more than game for it. The men’s room proved to be empty. There was even a chair to prop up against the door.

While he was questioning her intentions, Alicia was busying herself with fishing his cock out of his pants. “Bob, did I ever tell you who my favorite author is?”

She smiled at her prize and the feel of her delicate fingers running along his rapidly stiffening shaft brought forth an involuntary moan. “N-no…” with his brain short circuiting there was no way he was going to navigate this particular non-sequitor.

Still stroking him she slipped her other hand behind his head and pulled him in close to her. “Robert Heinlein.” Then she kissed him. Hard.

Bob’s eyebrows shot up at first, surprised by the intensity of the kiss, but soon melted into it, his tongue doing gentle battle with hers for moments before she drew back and looked at him, quoting Heinlein’s Time Enough For Love. “The more you love, the more you can love - and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love.” With that, her hand encircled his rapidly engorging manhood and began to stroke it with more strength than he would have given her credit for considering her diminutive stature. “So, are you going to help me out of this dress, Mr. Dobbs, or are you going to just bend me over and fuck me like a whore in a back alley?”

That was plenty of push for Bob. Now sure that this was what she wanted, he wasted no more time and grabbed a handful of her short but thick brown hair and rapidly spun her around so that she was facing the mirror. With a squeal of glee, Alicia caught herself, bent over the sink with her hands pressed to that mirror. She watched him in it as he lifted the hem of her dress, eager to see his reaction when he discovered that her black lace panties were in fact crotchless.

Bob’s eyes lit up at this discovery and a small laugh escaped him in response. “Exactly how much of this did you have planned you dirty old woman?”

“You will never know, Mister Dobbs. Now quit teasing me and get that cock inside me.”

Bob had always listened to his teachers. He found that she was warm and wet, accommodating his girth with only a little extra effort on his part, and as he sunk to the hilt in her she let out a low moan and pushed back against him, her tight ass pressing firmly against his pelvis.

Bob had never fucked with a mirror before, and he took great joy in the novelty, watching Alicia’s face as he plowed into her. For her part, her eyes were locked with his in the reflection, and the obscene diatribe that issued from her, so different from his expectation from his formerly prim and proper teacher only spurred him on further.

“That’s right Mr. Dobbs, plow that wet cunt. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked, and I’ve never been filled by anything quite as big as you. I can almost feel you in my stomach!”

Bob was more than happy to comply, continuing to roger the smaller woman to the best of her ability.

“You fill me up so good, Mr. Dobbs. Slam that pussy until you’ve carved your name into it!” Her volume was increasing rapidly, her filthy exhortations becoming less and less intelligible. He could feel her spasming on his cock as he fucked her through what was possibly her third orgasm, and the sensation caused his balls to tighten. Clearly Alicia could feel it too, as she looked into the mirror, eyes wild, and said the sexiest thing she had all night.

“Your final assignment for the night is to give me something my husband never could. I stopped using birth control twenty years ago. Make me a real MILF. Fuck a baby into me. Breed me you bastard!”

That last line was practically screamed, and was followed by two things happening simultaneously. First and foremost Bob unleashed a geyser of hot cum into Alicia’s equally hot snatch, going off so hard he nearly blacked out as he discovered yet another heretofore hidden kink in himself. Second, the pounding on the door by what turned out to be the cook and several members of the back of the house crew.

The ride back to the Chalet was almost anticlimactic after being ejected and banned for life from Captain John’s Harbour Boat Restaurant. The kitchen staff and management were surprisingly understanding and apologized profusely for interrupting them but kindly asked them to leave or they’d be really sorry that they would have to contact the authorities, all in that stereotypical Canadian cheeriness.

The edge taken off, the remainder of the night was spent in casual lovemaking.

(Title: “Tentacles of Love” by The Ramekins)