Twenty minutes into the service, the congregation was singing, 'Fill my cup, Lord.' Adam Tate, seventeen, mouthed a few words now and then, but he was more interested in Olive Butler's plump ass than singing.

Adam was wondering how many marks were left on Olive's rear end. Less than two hours earlier, Adam had Olive bent over what they affectionately refer to as their fuck table.

The fuck table is nothing more than a desk in the office come storeroom in the bookshop where they both work. It's not an ideal place for fucking, but it serves the purpose when business is slow, which is frequent.

That particular Sunday morning, Adam had Olive lay on her front on the fuck table while he spanked her bare ass and kneaded her plentiful ass cheeks. He wasn't sure if the redness would still be there but was sure there would be bruising. His fingers had dug in heavily when he parted Olive's cheeks to eat her pussy.

Adam smiled. He could hear Olive's powerful voice singing, "Feed me till I want no more." It was the same strong voice that had screamed she was cumming when Adam's tongue switched back and forth from Olive's cunt to her asshole.

This unlikely pairing between a large sixty-year-old woman and a teenager began under unusual circumstances, pillow talk.

Adam was in bed with Sheila Jones, another mature woman with whom he had been having sex for the past three months. He didn't know how or why Olive became a topic, but Sheila told him that Horace, Olive's husband, had neglected Olive sexually for years.

Although Adam liked mature BBWs, he had never really been attracted to Olive until that night. Adam was lucky. Apart from Sheila, he was banging two other similar ladies. Adam skillfully questioned all three for information about Olive without raising their suspicions.

All three of Adams's ladies knew about Olive and her lack of cock. There are few secrets in the small neighborhood, and Francis Gorman gave Adam some interesting information that made him want Olive Butler. Francis told Adam that Olive loved sex but hadn't had any for over eight years. There were two reasons for Olive's drought apart from her husband rejecting her. One was her religion, and the other was her size. Olive didn't think she was attractive enough for a man to desire her.

Adam became obsessed with Olive. When he got a job in a warehouse, Adam asked for part-time work to continue working in the bookstore with Olive.

For some reason, Adam found it awkward to approach Olive, even though she was always on his mind. He jacked off thinking about her, sometimes in the bookshop toilet. It got to the stage when Adam was fucking any of his three ladies; he fantasized his cock was in Olive.

Finally, Adam became frustrated with himself and made a move late one Wednesday afternoon. Olive was at the counter, serving a lady who Adam knew. Olive had cashed the sale, and they were just chit-chatting, so Adam went up to say 'hi.' As all three chatted, Adam deftly put his arm around Olive's back and rested his hand on her ass cheek. Olive's body jerked slightly, but she carried on as if nothing was happening. Even when Adam's hand rubbed her ass, and his fingers kneaded her cheek, Olive remained calm.

Olive's demeanor changed as soon as the customer left, "Adam, in my office. Now," she snapped.

In the office, Olive sat in her chair and demanded to know what Adam thought he was doing. Adam apologized and said he didn't know what had gotten into him. Then he went on to tell Olive his girlfriend was away, and he was frustrated sexually.

Olive told Adam she was sorry for his predicament, but that didn't mean he could touch her, particularly where he had.

"I know, Mrs. Butler, and I am sorry, honestly. It's just that I haven't seen Tarn (his girlfriend) for three days."

Adam gave Olive a sob story about how he needed sex regularly, and doing without it for three days was driving him crazy. Olive said she sympathized, but there was nothing she could or would do. "You will just have to, you know, relieve yourself."

"I do, three times already today," Adam confessed. "The last time was half an hour ago. I had been watching you putting those books away. I got so hard looking at your big curvy ass and massive tits that I went into the toilet, pulled my dick out, and wanked off."

It was all Olive could do not to jump on Adam and rip his clothes off. However, Olive restrained her urges, remained as calm as she could, and told Adam what he did was wrong and that it couldn't happen again. The rest of the afternoon passed quietly, except Olive had a feeling in her tummy that went down between her legs.

Before Adam left, he went into the office to say goodnight, but his parting words to Olive were, "I loved the feel of your ass, Mrs. Butler."

Olive stared at the door after Adam had left. In her mind, Adam was still there with his cock out and wanking himself at her request. Olive was so engrossed in her fantasy when she asked Adam what he wanted; she said it out loud.

Because it was in her mind, Olive's thoughts had no restrictions. She could have Adam say whatever she wanted him to. "It's not what I want; it is what I am going to do to you. I will fuck your mouth and then your juicy wet cunt, and when I shoot my load, it will be deep in your asshole."

Olive groaned. She wished someone would talk dirty to her like that and then carry out their threat. The longing to be treated and spoken to like a slut came from years of self-pleasuring. It was the only time Olive's religious beliefs took second place, but she did ask for forgiveness once her toys were put away.

Olive's only consolation was fingering herself before she left work, which she did in the toilet. It gave her an extra charge doing it where Adam had pulled wanked off not long before.

All that evening, even after her self-induced orgasm in the toilet, Olive had sex with Adam on her mind. She didn't sleep well, and it was the same the next morning: dirty talk and sexual thoughts.

While Olive was having lunch, she made a life-changing decision. If Adam is willing, why shouldn't she? She told herself she deserved a stiff cock buried deep inside her. All the better if it was a stiff young one fucking her silly.

So, Olive texted Adam and asked if he would call in the store after he finished work.

Immediately, Olive's finger pressed send; butterflies began flying around in her tummy, her nipples hardened, and her pussy tingled. Luckily or not for Olive, customers were few during the afternoon, which gave Olive time to fantasize.

One thing Olive didn't want to do was show Adam she was gagging for a cock and a good long hard fucking. She promised herself she would remain as subdued as possible. Her idea was to make Adam think she was the one doing him a favor.

Olive discovered the flaw in her plan when she couldn't stop fingering herself and licking her own sweet juices from her digits.

As the time got closer to Adam's arrival, Olive forced herself to stay in control. Then the brass bell on the door jingled, and Olive's heart missed a beat or two.

"You wanted to see me, Mrs. Butler," Adam said.

Olive took a deep breath, and in the most relaxed voice she could muster, Olive told Adam to follow her into the office.

"Close the door, Adam, and sit down. About yesterday."

When they were both seated, Adam began apologizing again and said he knew he had done wrong.

"Let me finish, Adam," Olive interrupted. "I have been thinking about what you said, and although I know it is wrong, I am willing to help you with your predicament. Just once, and no one must find out."

"What do you mean?" Adam asked anxiously.

Keeping her cool, Olive told Adam she would be willing to give him a handjob.

"I can do that," Adam said. "It's a fuck I need."

Hearing Adam say he wanted to fuck, Olive felt herself losing her grip and quickly replied that she might go as far as giving Adam a blowjob.

"Blowjob," Adam laughed and undid his jeans. Pulling his stiff cock out of his pants, Adam said boldly, "Oh, yes, this is going in your mouth, and you are going to gag on it. Then I am going to fuck you with it."

Adam's words were music to Olive's ears. When Adam stepped up to her, Olive leaned forward and lifted her hand to hold Adam's dick.

"No hands. Just open your mouth," Adam commanded.

Adam grabbed Olive's head with both hands and pulled it toward his cock. At the same time, he pushed his hips forward, and his balls slammed against Olive's chin.

"You are just a fucking whore, Olive," Adam told Olive as he held her head firm, and she began to gag.

After a few more seconds, Adam pulled out of Olive's mouth. She coughed and spluttered, and a long line of saliva dripped from her mouth.

"Get your knickers off," Adam screeched in a forceful voice while he cleared an office desk with a sweep of his forearm.

Olive was lost entirely in the moment. It was exactly what she wanted. But how did Adam know?

"Over the table," Adam ordered. "And pull your dress up. I want to see that fat ass of yours."

In a second, Olive had her dress past her waist and was bent over the table with her legs apart for Adam's enjoyment. Unexpectedly for Olive but pleasurable, Adam's hand landed heavily on Olive's right ass cheek. Not once, but twice. Then Olive felt Adam's fingers between her thighs, finding their way to her pussy.

"Yes," Olive groaned when she felt her pussy lips parting, and her cunt invaded. Olive didn't know how many fingers Adam had inside her; she only knew it felt incredible.

That feeling was nothing compared to the next. Slowly, inch by inch, Olive's cunt filled with Adam's dick. Olive's heart was pounding, her pussy was on fire, and her mind was exploding.

There was no love involved. It was one long, hard, vigorous fuck, and Olive screamed delight as Adam pounded her cunt without mercy. At times it was almost too much for Olive, and she almost passed out a couple of times; the strain in her mind and body was so great.

Olive had no idea how long Adam abused her pussy. She only knew every second was pure bliss. Finally, when Adam withdrew his cock, Olive lay motionless. Her body drained.

"I am leaving now, Mrs. Butler. I can come in early for work tomorrow if you like," Adam offered.

There was only a muffled acknowledgment from Olive; she was in another world.

After a beautiful sleep, Olive woke the next morning; as soon as she had the opportunity, Olive texted Adam. She asked if his offer was still open and if he could come in an hour early.

When Adam said he could, Olive's pussy tightened and began to weep juices.

Adam arrived at the shop and went straight into the office. "Morning, Mrs. Butler. Did you sleep well?" Adam asked.

"Very," Olive replied, and then she asked if Adam had seen his girlfriend while aimlessly moving papers around on her desk.

Olive smiled when Adam told her he hadn't.