I started to have some problems with my brand-new car, so I had to take it into the dealer. It was a warm August day and I was prepared for the worse, as I took my car in for service at 7 in the morning. It wasn’t until a little before 8 that they decided to open up shop, and a few minutes before an older woman brought her car in.

She wasn’t the hottest piece of ass that I have ever seen, but she was certainly doable and fuckable. She was about 5’4, 120 pounds, and 34C. She was wearing a pair of gray tights and a baggy white shirt that had a deep cut showing off her cleavage. As soon as I saw her, my 23 year-old cock, stood at full attention.

Nothing really exciting happens in the shop, other than the dealer trying to make a shitload of money off of both of us, before we went to wait in the waiting room in the showroom.

The lights were off and the blinds were closed, but it was bright enough for me to see the couch and table that they had for the customers to relax. I am a little on the shy side, so I didn’t really have much to say, and I had some paperwork to do, so I pretty much kept to myself. She sat at the other side of the room, but every couple of minutes, I flashed a peek at her.

I became more and more turned on, when I would see her close her eyes. I thought about going to sit down next to her and trying to get a couple of feels out of it, but I wasn’t Maltepe Escort that brave. Finally, I spoke up, “What brings you here?” We both spend some time bitching about our cars and the early hour that we had to awake to bring our car in.

She starts telling me that she has been having a rough couple of months with the down turn of the economy, a loss of a relationship, and some other stuff. (I am a social worker, so people find it easy to talk to me, I guess). I put my arm around her to console her and I couldn’t help, but look down at her huge tits (they were being held towards her chest by a tight lace bra).

She thanked me for listening to her and that is when things started to change. I decided that I wanted to finish up the paperwork that I had started, so I moved over to the head of the table. She asked me, if there was anything that she could do for me. I told her that it has been such a tough time for me, because after college, the girls have all disappeared.

We were still the only ones in the room, and she gave me a wink. I didn’t know what was going to happen. She went under the table and undid my fly allowing my stiffened cock to pop out at her. I was trying to play it cool and be a look-out at the same time.

She started to suck my cock like I have never had it sucked before. Maybe women are like wine, they must get better with age. Anadolu Yakası Escort She started at the shaft and gave it a quick peck, running her tongue down my shaft, to my sack and little friends. She kissed, licked, and sucked on my shaft, as she continued to stroke my cock, with her hand tightly around it with its red fingertips. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to last before cumming all over the place.

She stopped playing with my balls, much to my dismay, but started to suck on my cock. She took a little by little, but by the third time, she had the whole cock in her mouth. She was moving up and down at a fervor pace, and I had my hand on her dirty-blonde hair and head, and kept pushing her further and further down.

As she was sucking my cock, I moved her shirt up a little bit, so that I could see the huge tits that she was hiding in that baggy shirt. They were unbelievable, and were incredible as soon as I snap off her bra. I was about to cum, “I am cumming!!!!!”

She keeps on sucking and sucking without any worries in the world. She took each shot of my love-juice in her mouth and swallowed each drip, like it was life-saving water or something. After I was done cumming, she took her tongue to my cock, and cleaned it.

She got up from underneath the table, and smiled at me. I started to pull her tights down and I İstanbul Escort couldn’t help but look at her wet pussy with its little landing strip. I laid her back on the table, and undressed myself.

I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy before I would stick it in her hole. She kept begging me like a little kid for me to fill her pussy with my manhood, but I liked teasing her. She finally pulled me and I couldn’t help but slam my cock into her.

As my cock slammed into her, you could hear my balls slap against her skin, and her head flung back in a quick motion. I kept pumping her pussy as hard as I could, and I would take her big titties in my mouth. I sucked on those titties like a baby looking for some milk. I told her that I was about to cum and she told me to cum inside of her, which I was all too happy to do.

After I came, she started to play with my balls again. When my cock was hard again, she turned over and allowed me to put it in her ass. She took it like a real woman and kept begging me to pump harder. I kept pumping her hot ass with my cock, so hard that I could hear my balls slapping on her ass.

I pulled at her locks and put my hands on her shoulder and pushed deeper and deeper into her asshole. She kept moaning louder and louder, and finally, I started to play with her pussy, as I was pumping her ass. I pulled out before I was going to cum and put it on her back.

We got dressed and she gave me a long passionate kiss before giving me her phone number. She told me to give her a call sometime and that maybe she can bring a friend of hers. I won’t mind, because servicing two hot older broads is much better than servicing just one.

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I am one of the newly-appointed guidance counselors at a small private day school. It is my responsibility to set up appointments with the students to let them voice concerns about the school as well listen to their non-school problems. I am 30 with black, longish hair and a great build. I’ve heard from the teachers that the girls think I am a heavenly hunk.

Caitlin came to my office unannounced an hour after school was over. I stayed over late to catch up on paperwork. Almost everyone else had gone for the day. Ordinarily, I would have been annoyed at the late intrusion, but she and I had locked eyes on several occasions. She instinctively knew that I would fuck her, in another setting, if I had the chance. Caitlin is a dish and a half with her long blond hair, blue eyes and lush body.

When I rose to close the door, she moved quickly and clicked the lock. She grabbed my balls. “Do you want to fuck me today? I ditched cheerleader practice when I saw you car still on the lot. I waited across the street until the other teachers left. I’ve seen how you look at me,” she said seductively. “I should be rewarded for my ingenuity.”

“Now Caitlin,” I stammered, “take it easy. I’m your counselor.” I had to get some control.

“Well you can counsel me on how you like your dick sucked, although I’m pretty good at it already,” she said boldly, fondling me.

I should tell her to release me, but I can’t. “How did you get so good at it, Caitlin? Were you forced to learn? Is there something you need to talk about?” I asked as I watched her take down my zipper. It was my undoing

“My dad’s best friend taught me. I always had a secret crush on him. At my 18th birthday party, he was a little drunk came on to me when we were alone in the kitchen. He taught me how to suck his dick the first day we were alone. He was afraid to do any more than finger me inside my panties and suck at my breasts. It was ok because I had orgasms when he touched me there. I loved his big calloused fingers on my pussy.”

“You’ve been sucking a grown man’s cock and letting him feel you up?’ I asked incredulously. “You may be 18, but you’re still too young for an older man.”

“I can deep throat like an expert,” she boasted. “An adult is an adult no matter what the age. If I can vote, I can fuck whomever I want. Right, Mr. Laporte?

“Yes, I guess so. You are nicely grown, Caitlin. You better hope no one ever finds out. So where did you do it? How did Maltepe Escort you get away from your parents?”

“He has a workshop out back of his house. It’s kind of secluded. I sneak over the back way to join him,” she said taking my dick out slowly. “I want to suck your dick now, Mr. LaPorte. I want it right now. Let me show you how good I am.” She dropped to her knees.

She was in charge as she gave my dick a royal sucking. Her mouth was hot and wet and her suction on my dick was superb. She has had plenty of experience, I thought as I came hard and deep in her throat. Not a drop of my sperm spilled past her lips. Man, that was good!

“Has the man fucked you yet?” I asked as she licked me clean. “Have you let him put his dick in your pussy, Caitlin? Did he claim your virginity?”

“Oh yes, many times, but he was not my first. He had made this special, cushioned table in his shop that I sit on. It is the right height so that he could fuck me sitting while he stands. There are two little sections to put my legs into so that my pussy is spread just right for him. I’ll never forget the first day he took me. He ate my pussy like it was his last meal. We both watched as he eased his massive cock slowly into my wet pussy.”

“Was he able to put his whole dick in your pussy? You said he was very big.”

“Yes, oh yes. He slid in smoothly, pushing himself to the hilt. Then he rested for a moment. He let me adjust to his fullness in me as he kissed me. Then he slowly started pumping in my pussy. Have you ever seen a grown man cry in pure pleasure? Well, this one did. Each time he pulled out and pushed in, the tears came. He said my pussy was so exquisitely tight and hot that he wished he never had to come out.”

“Did he ever, you know, get a little rough? Fuck you too hard while he had you spread out?”

“Rough? Rough, you mean like slamming the meat into me, hurting me with it? Damn straight he did. I like my dick hard and delivered harder.”

“Sounds like you really enjoyed his fucking,” I said reaching under her uniform skirt. “How long would he fuck you?” I said easing my hand inside her wet panties.

“It seemed like forever. A very good forever. He had the stamina of a teenage boy. I should know. I’ve fucked a few of them, too. It’s all about what their dicks can do.”

“Tell me what you did as he pounded into you.” I was rubbing her pussy lips.

“I sucked his dick within the walls of my Anadolu Yakası Escort pussy. He went crazy when I came with his dick locked deep inside me. He caught my screams in his mouth. He rammed me so hard my ass rose from the table.

By now I had my hand firmly on her pussy. I rubbed a finger up and down her slit as she closed her eyes to remember the fucking while feeling my finger. “Did his wife ever discover he was fucking you?” I asked as I inserted a finger into her. She was soaking wet.

“She came out to the shop one Sunday afternoon. His cell phone was dead and she had a message from his mom.”

“Was his dick in you when she came in?” She pushed further onto my finger and screwed it.

“Yes, he was deep inside me. He was screwing on me and sucking my tongue.”

“What did she say?” I put another finger in her sweet pussy. “Tell me, honey.”

“Bob,” she said, “Your mom called. I have a mess…….” She stopped dead in her tracks. He and I looked at her as she watched him pump my pussy.

Bob pleaded, “Please let me finish, honey. Please let me have her. I have to come inside her. She’s so good, baby. I’ll die if I don’t come in her.” She nodded for him to continue.

“What did she do as he fucked you?” I now had the three fingers deep inside her and brushed her lips with mine. “Tell me, honey.”

“She stepped behind me and kissed my neck and shoulders. She discovered the sensitive spot on my shoulder and sucked it. Her palms skimmed my breasts as we both watched Bob dick me. He was pumping like a maniac. He came hard as he cried hard. I could almost swear I felt his load of sperm shoot into my stomach.”

What happened when you came down? Was there a scene?” I was still fucking her with my fingers. “What did she do to you?”

“There was a scene all right. She pushed Bob away after he pulled out and handed him a tissue to wipe his eyes and nose. She dropped to her knees before me and sucked her husband’s sperm from my pussy. I came three times in her mouth.”

“When was the last time you fucked them?” I asked still pumping my fingers into her dripping cunt. I would need to put my dick in there soon.

“I had a crying Bob before dinner two days ago on the shop table. Mercy, the wife, stopped me on the way to school yesterday morning. What a day not to have my car. She called the school pretending to be my mother and said I would be late due to car trouble. I heard the Ümraniye Escort school bus that I would have taken driving by as she screwed my pussy on the chaise lounge in their bedroom. I never fucked with a woman before. I let her do me because I was afraid she might tell my parents about her husband and me.

“Were you naked when she took your pussy, Caitlin? Describe to me what she did to you.”

“At first, I only took off my panties and skirt. She ate my pussy roughly and quickly, but what she really wanted was the pussy to pussy contact. It started to feel really nice as her large clit poked at me. I rubbed her soft, smooth ass as she screwed me. Mercy began moaning obscenities as she fucked me. She called me a hot cunt thieving, husband stealing bitch as she ground her pussy into mine. There was no dick involved, but I came as hard as I did with one. Mercy was not done with me. She made me take off my blouse and bra and devoured my breasts. Then she got on top of me again. Honestly, I was two hours late for school.”

“Do you want to cum now, Caitlin? Do you want my dick in you? Beg for it.”

“Yes, please, Mr. LaPorte. Please fuck me.”

“That’s a good girl.” I pulled my fingers from her dripping cunt and licked them clean. Thrusting my tongue past her lips, I let her taste herself in my mouth. I propelled her to my desk, leaned her over face down and raised the little uniform skirt. I stripped her of the wet panties and spread her legs wide. I removed my pants and boxers and placed my dick at her heavy pussy lips. “How do you want your fucking? Hard or gentle, Caitlin?”

“You know what I want, Mr. LaPorte. Make me feel like I’ve been fucked well.”

My dick was hard and hot as a poker when I plunged it into her inferno. Everything in me went into that first big thrust. I was so deep in the girl. I pulled her pretty ass cheeks apart to watch my dick slide in her. She squeezed me tight inside. I now know what Bob felt. I fucked her intensely against the creaking old desk that bumped against the wall. We both came biting our knuckles to stifle the screams. I wiped tears from my eyes with the back of my hand before I eased out. Hers was the best pussy I’ve had in a while. My girlfriend fucked me last night and her pussy was good, but not as good as Caitlin’s.

“How was my dick, Caitlin? Was it as good as Bob’s?”

“You were superb, Mr. LaPorte. I just knew you would be.”

Caitlin still fucks Bob and Mercy, but she fucks me more since she now “works” for me after school. I live for the day (six weeks away) when she graduates and I can fuck her somewhere other than the office. I want my dick lodged in her cherry ass before one of them takes it. My dick throbs at the prospect.

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Her name was Dani. I hadn’t noticed her too much before because in my lofty office high above my company, I rarely interacted with staff other than my leadership team. Dani was the personal assistant to my Vice President Jayne Osgood and was coming along on a business trip with us to help take care of details. And as we entered the corporate jet, I suddenly noticed Dani – in a very big way.

This was the trip of my professional career, we were about to purchase one of our largest rivals and many of the leaders of the two companies were attending a trade conference in Florida where we would go deep into hammering out the details of the deal. The deal would make me the

man in a Fortune 500 company, the

man being Christopher Fielding, the company founder, who now rarely came by the office other than to show me pictures from his latest world travels. I was about to break into a new level of big time and become a very rich man.

That should have made me one of the happiest guys in the world, but like many men in my position, the success in the professional world had its impact on my home life. My wife was my high school sweetheart and was what every man would love – a great homemaker, cook, hostess for the best parties and had recently gotten deep into yoga and was hot as hell. But we had not been able to have children and we seemed to be growing apart. Heck, she doesn’t even bother to drive me to the airport for business trips anymore. And sex? Well, let’s just say it had been quite a while since our last, monotonous, get-it-out-of-the-way interaction.

That’s why it’s not surprising that, as Dani sat in the chair straight across from me, facing my way in the lavish corporate Airstream, my eyes strayed up from my Wall Street Journal to catch a better look at what my eyes had glimpsed in the airport terminal. Dani was a big girl, a kind I had fancied in college and fantasized about now. Not fat at all, just a big girl who carried her body well and knew how to dress to accentuate the best of her attributes. The best word to describe her would be ‘curvy’, and for me she was perfectly curved.

As I glanced around my paper I first noticed her black leather boots that hugged her calves tightly and lead up to a muscular, hose-covered thigh that was crossing over her other leg as she sat. She smoothed out a short, pleated blue plaid skirt that gave ample view of those legs and tucked into that skirt was a a white silk blouse with a blue blazer over it fully encasing her large, perfectly proportioned chest. I couldn’t help but stare at the mounds in front of me. They Ataşehir Escort were held fast by a lace bra that was slightly visible through the silk blouse and pressed her chest upward to form an amazing chasm of cleavage. My mind wondered as to what my eyes would see with that blouse and blazer removed, but I quickly caught myself in my lecherous behavior and raised my eyes to meet hers – eyes that were staring directly at me with a coy grin.

“Good Morning, Mr. St. Pierre,” She said, breaking the awkward moment, “my name is Danielle, everyone calls me ‘Dani’ and I’m here to help you in any way you need on this trip.” She reached forward with her right hand in greeting to shake mine. Her self-confidence was sexy, too, as well as the new view that was given to me as she leaned forward to grasp my hand. This created an even better angle for me to see down that blouse into those luscious breasts and my eyes could not avoid taking a chance look.

“Dani’s the best, Ron,” said Jayne, my VP sitting to my left. Her statement broke me out of my breast-induced trance and I quickly took Dani’s hand to shake it and returned my eyes to their proper position.

“Yes, Dani, I heard you were coming and am sure you’ll be a valuable asset on this trip,” I responded. Her eyes looked at me with a knowing look as if she could read my mind – knowing I was processing my response to her appearance. Those eyes were amazing, a bright green encased by a beautiful round face and over a cute turned up nose. Add in the professional quaffed blonde hair, brushed to the side but still lightly resting just over her right eye and I truly had a vision of loveliness before me.

“Please do not hesitate to let me know of ANYTHING you need,” she responded, “I’m here to serve in any way that I can.”

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That brief opening encounter and our small talk about the trip upon takeoff soon faded as we got farther into our 5 hour flight. Dani and Jayne both grabbed blankets and pillows to take naps in ready for a long few days while I perused some of the files of information for our business dealings. The information was detailed and soon had my eyes fading, as well.

“I’m sorry!” I awakened with a start as Jayne bumped into my leg. “Sorry Ron, I just need to go to the bathroom,” said my VP as she passed by me into the aisle. I collected my bearings then realized now was a short of window of time to view this new assistant and collect mental images for any fantasy I might undertake in my hotel room.

She was fast asleep and leaning Kadıköy Escort towards the left side of her seat. The blanket had slid down a bit at the top and was slightly bunched up around her waist, giving me a good view of the best parts. Her feet were on the floor with her left leg slightly leaning in the same direction of her head. This allowed my eyes to trail far up her plump but muscular thighs. The mesh of the black hose was stretched tightly around those legs, giving them a sheen that pleased my eyes all the way up until they disappeared in the darkness of her most private parts which were barely covered by that short skirt.

Dani’s blouse had fallen slightly open, as well (she had removed the jacket) and I could look directly upon the bra covering the curve of her left breast. I could scarcely breath as I slid forward in my chair for a better look. The flesh of her breast just above that bra was milky white and it was all I could to keep from sliding a knuckle across it and caressing those large breasts into my hand.

My mind (and other body parts) were way ahead of me and formulating a plan. Almost before I knew it I had pulled a blanket out of the overhead compartment and covered myself as I leaned back in my seat. I grabbed the $120 silk handkerchief out of my jacket pocket and surreptitiously slid it under the blanket as well. Staring straight at Dani, I reached under the covers and unzipped my slacks, I reached in and found my raging hard cock and slipped it through the hole in my boxers and the open zipper. I would have to be careful to not get semen on my slacks or let me VP catch me in the act. I had but a few moments before she would return.

As my left hand secured itself around my still-hardening mast, i stared at those beautiful leather boots. It is my one, true, can’t-resist fetish – not to lick like some crazed submissive, but I just could never look away from leather boots. Boots like these accentuate a woman’s calves in an amazing way making them look taught and sexy. I imagined myself taking a boot in my hands and sliding my hands up the boot onto Dani’s hose and up under her skirt. My fist started it’s work under my blanket and I sighed lightly. I closed my eyes for a moment and pictured those eyes beckoning me to move my hands onward and upwards.

My masturbatory pace quickened as my eyes opened to stare at her chest. I could picture her hands cupping those beautiful breasts for me in erotic fashion, her eyes pleading with excitement, her breath quickening with her arousal. What if she were sitting next to me, what if Ümraniye Escort it was her hand on my cock right now? So forbidden – I am her boss’s boss. She is so much younger than me. It all made me amazingly thrilled and soon I knew I would not be able to contain myself much longer.

I slid the silk handkerchief over the top of my cock and my faithful left hand and held it in place with my right, a heavy breath escaping my lips as my arousal peeked. I slightly opened my eyes to make sure Dani was still asleep as my climax occurred.

I felt my balls release my first deposit of cum up the shaft and into my handkerchief as my eyes focused in on the young girl across from me. Her beauty filled me with pleasure as my body experienced ecstasy in unloading a second and third time. My hand continued to work furiously to enjoy every last moment of this forbidden pleasure.

I heard the bathroom open back down the aisle and prepared to very quickly wipe myself down and repair myself to a normal condition, but I didn’t count on the door click awakening Dani. As I stared at her, her eyes open groggily and then looked directly into mine. I wondered if there was any way she could know I was holding my softening cock in my hand covered in a cum-stained, silk scarf. Even more so, I wondered if she noticed I was staring at her as she opened her eyes.

I quickly closed my eyes to act as if I, too had been asleep before the opening of the bathroom door. I was trapped – In my fear my cock had returned to a completely flaccid state. I dared not move to zip up my pants, even as Jayne was now scooting around me again to return to her seat.

“Do you need to use the bathroom, sir?” it was Dani’s voice.

“What?” I answered, looking back at her.

“I was asking if you need to use the restroom,” she said with a soft smile, “I need to go, but I didn’t want to jump ahead of you.”

“No – um, No, I’m fine. You go ahead,” I stammered. I watched as she gracefully arose from the seat. As she walked past me I heard a faint swish of her hose brushing as her thighs gently touched as she walked. I also received a large dose of her enchanting perfume. This made my cock immediately jump back to attention.

“Would you like to go over some of the numbers now, Ron?” Jayne asked.

“No – I think I need to nap just a little longer.” It took a while but I was finally able to gently and carefully pack my manhood back inside my slacks and boxers to return to normal. I felt I had been able to do so without Jayne or Dani noticing, but I did occasionally catch a glance of Dani eyeing me in a way that seemed she knew something was up. At very least she caught me staring more than I hoped she would.

But as the plane continued to fly at 50,000 feet, I wondered what further interactions I might get with this dazzling girl on our trip.

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My first experience with an older woman happened nearly forty years ago I was a young building surveyor working for a local council in northern England, primarily looking after school buildings. That involved me visiting many of the schools to check on work needed and ensure it was done correctly by the contractors. When the job was a big one, I would spend several weeks visiting and often struck up some good albeit temporary friendships with head teachers or whoever was responsible for the building.

On one occasion I was working with a very attractive head teacher, who I will call Carole, who would probably have been in her forties at the time. To me that was quite old, I was maybe mid-twenties and married at the time. She had short dark hair, wore glasses, small breasts, wide hips, quite a trim body but wore clothes that were probably in keeping for a headmistress and certainly not overtly sexy.

She had a full round arse that was very appealing and had often had me staring as I followed her round. Although I suppose most people would only describe her as average looking, that is what I like, certainly not the perfect Barbie type. As a complete package I found her very attractive and despite the age difference we got on very well; she had a nice personality, a good sense of humour and was very confident.

It would often end up with me staying after school had finished and we would have a cuppa and a chat until it was time to leave. We were often the last ones in the building. I fancied her and had a bit of fantasy thing going on in my head, but that was as far as it went. She was completely unobtainable.

Just being friendly was enough for me and I enjoyed the association. I could lust after her from afar as it were. That is until after maybe three weeks. She started to get more friendly and the conversations got more personal. I didn’t realise it at the time but she was checking me out. Turns out I was her fantasy, a young guy up for some fun.

One this occasion I had finished all my work and it was nearly time to leave. We were chatting and laughing and she was very touchy feely, more than usual. She made the point of taking me round the building on her rounds locking up, and when we got to the building’s intruder alarm she set it and pointedly told me that no one could enter now without us knowing.

I was quite a quiet reserved person until I got to know someone and, in any case, would never dare to make a move on someone like this. Maltepe Escort She however, was the opposite, was very confident and she thankfully took charge of the situation. We ended up in her office and I had a feeling something was going to happen. I was nervous in a way but happy to go along with it, never imagining at the time that anything actually would happen.

When we got in her office, she shut the door and came up close and asked me if I fancied her. I blushed but said I did, which was very true. She then told me to kiss her. I was in shock but after a fleeting second went for it. When I didn’t move, she grabbed me, pulled me in and kissed me. It took about 3 seconds to turn from surprise to full on passion. It was clear there was a lot of pent up passion going on and she practically devoured me.

My hands were all over her by now, she was quite small up top and I had to get my hands inside her jacket to feel anything. However, her nipples were very hard and I could certainly feel those. She broke off long enough to say that I must never tell anyone about this or she could lose her job. I had no problem telling her I wouldn’t as would have lost mine too. This was our secret. She made me sit in a chair and knelt in front of me, unzipped my trousers and proceeded to give me my first ever blow job.

To say it was incredible was an understatement. She took her time and used her tongue up and down the length before bobbing her mouth on the end. She kept doing that over and over, trying to take as much of it in as she could. She was a master at it and when she was using her hand to wank my cock while sucking on the head I couldn’t last any longer.

I warned her that I was going to come but she carried on, emptied my balls in her mouth and swallowed the lot without lifting off. I didn’t even know ladies did that. She kept me in her mouth sucking gently and I don’t think I actually lost my erection.

She then said it was her turn and told me to drop my pants and sit back down. She lifted her skirt, pulled down her knickers and dropped them on the floor then proceeded to sit on me. I don’t think she was wearing tights; I just remember her bare thighs straddling mine and the sight of a very full bush of dark hair.

She reached down to part her pussy lips and lowered herself very slowly on my cock, letting out a low moan until she was fully impaled. She wriggled about a bit enjoying the sensation until she got a rhythm going Anadolu Yakası Escort up and down, slowly at first, lifting off, pausing for a fraction of a second then lowering herself fully again.

She did this while getting faster and faster until she was going at it like there was no tomorrow. She was noisy in a muted way to begin with, keeping her mouth closed. I had never had sex like this before. I had her blouse undone and her bra lifted and playing with her nipples while she bounced up and down. I had handfuls of her arse cheeks, lifting her up and back down again although she didn’t need any encouragement.

She had me pinned down and did just about all the work. She came after about five minutes and threw her head back and made these guttural noises to the pulsing of her orgasm then just sat there impaled while she got her breath back.

I was glad she had taken my pants down because she was soaking and my pants would had been if they had been in the way. She said she needed that and asked if I was ready to come again. I didn’t want to stop this so said yes and she proceeded to kiss me and move up and down on my cock more slowly than before then rocking her hips back and forth then grinding her crotch on mine, all the while impaled.

After a few minutes of this, which I was enjoying immensely and she clearly was by the noises she was making, she asked if I wanted to fuck her from behind. Now I must admit that my favourite position is doggy and this lady had such a perfect arse. She climbed off my very hard cock; it was glistening with her wetness. She moved over to her desk and bent over it, lifting her skirt to her waist.

Her pussy lips were very wet and open, surrounded by her dark bush. She put her hands out wide, gripping the desk as best she could and spread her legs so her pussy opened for me even more. I walked up to her, held her wide hips and positioned my cock at her opening and slid straight in with one thrust of my hips. I remember the gasp she made. I was loving this.

I couldn’t believe I was making a much older woman feel and behave in this way. Her moans and cries were because of what I was doing to her. She told me to fuck her hard. I got hold of her hips in a strong grip and proceeded to ram my cock into her wetness at full speed. Her arse was wobbling in waves with my thrusts, I can distinctly remember the sounds of slapping into her arse cheeks with my thighs and balls and wondered İstanbul Escort if we were making too much noise.

She kept telling me to fuck her hard and not to stop and to come inside her. I didn’t really need any encouragement to do that and pummelled her for all I was worth. She was making quite a bit of noise but I kept going. It wasn’t going to last long I knew but kept on going. What tipped me over the edge was when she gripped my cock with her pussy, which was quite tight anyway. I don’t know whether she did that on purpose or when she was coming.

Anyway, we came more or less at the same time. After, I kept the movement going, pushing all the way in then out, going more slowly as we both squeezed as much sensation out of our fucking as we could until I started to go soft and eventually pulled out.

She laid across her desk for a couple of minutes then turned around and we kissed for a bit. My hands were under her skirt holding her soft arse cheeks and my trousers were round my ankles. She broke off when she laughed and said my cum was running down her leg and needed to clean up.

She had a small washroom just off her office and we both went in there and cleaned up. We eventually got dressed and left the building, both of us probably a bit red faced.

That happened two more times, after school finished, until my job came to an end. Both times it was more her fucking me than the other way around. She told me what she wanted and I went along with it. She said she had always had a fantasy about having a much younger guy and also about doing it in her office. I fulfilled her fantasy and she fulfilled mine.

After that I never saw her again; she wouldn’t let me. She said it was great but she had a husband and two kids and needed to focus on her relationship at home. And that was that. I was gutted but I knew I wouldn’t have changed her mind so gave up on it. We left on good terms though. I wonder even now where she is and what she is doing. She will be retired and probably around her eighties.

I really enjoyed that experience. Ever since then, I have had a big thing for older women. And as I get older my interest for them has moved with it and now, I can fancy women into their eighties. I have found that age is not an issue with sex, it’s about the person and their approach to it. Turn the lights out and age disappears.

Three things from that experience are etched into my memory. One is the sight of her knickers laying the floor as she was bouncing up and down the length of my cock. Another is the sight of her full bush as she lowered herself onto me for the first time with my cock disappearing into her and the last was the look on her face as she looked up at me when she took my load when giving me a blow job.

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You may not know it, looking at me now, but I used to be quite something. Thirty years ago, Jim Callaghan was in No 10, Jimmy Carter was in the White House, and I was in my prime. Late thirties, the kids leaving home, and a body shaped by tennis and swimming. Well, there wasn’t much else to do, I didn’t have to work, not with the salary Derek was earning, so I spent my time keeping the home and toning myself. For what, I don’t know, since Derek’s workload left little left for me other than a Sunday morning Missionary. I had to get good with my fingers, since “marital aids” were so hard to come by, and so crude compared with what’s available now. Frustrating? Oh yes.

I’d managed to persuade Derek to take a holiday. We’d rented a gîte in the Dordogne for three whole weeks. It was in the middle of nowhere, nothing much to do but enjoy the local restaurants (I’ve never eaten so much foie gras in such short time), drink the local wine, and lounge by the pool reading trashy detective novels.

The gîte itself consisted of two separate holiday homes, sharing the pool. We were in the smaller of the two, since it was just me and Derek. The other had been rented by a typical nuclear family — father, mother, older boy, younger girl. Pretty dull, really, the father was into dragging them around the countryside every day when it was clear the others just wanted to lounge by the pool. The boy was interesting though — eighteen, just finished his A-levels, and impossibly shy. Ben, his name was. After a few days, I managed to get him to talk to my face rather than my (admittedly) magnificent boobs, and he got quite chatty. I don’t think he’d had much experience of girls, he’d spent seven years in an all boys school, and was waiting for a University place.

Eventually, we all settled into a routine in our little community. Derek, bereft of his work, and out of contact with the office, would drink most of the morning, and sleep most of the afternoon. Ben managed to get out of the family trips, and stay behind while they spent the day going round churches and vineyards. And I would keep him company by the pool.

It was hot that summer, and the pool was welcome. Ben and I would alternate between dips in the pool and lounging in the sun. We’d talk, and read, and doze when it got too hot. And, of course, I would flirt. Well, what’s a girl to do? After all, Derek was useless to me. Either drunk or asleep, I was reduced to sneaking off at times during the day to take care of things myself, not helped by continually seeing Ben in a pair of almost-but-not-quite-too-tight swimming trunks. He wasn’t bad looking, I was thinking, and not just because he was only shaggable male within a five mile radius. He was also a good conversationalist, once he got going. Just needed the practice, I suppose.

One afternoon, the third, I think, I asked him to help me with the suntan lotion. Inevitable, really. I lay on my front, waiting Ataşehir Escort while he fussed with the bottle, and had to suppress a sigh at the first touch of his hands. Very tentative at first — I could actually feel him trembling — but firmer once he realised that I wasn’t going to break. I started to drift off at the touch of his hands on my back, although it was clear that the straps of my bikini top were hampering his stroke. As I raised myself to reach behind and undo them, I found myself face to face, as it were, with a very interesting bulge in his trunks. Maybe that was when I made my decision.

I’m afraid I made my intentions obvious that evening. Ben’s family had gone out for a meal, Derek and I had stayed behind, and eaten by the pool. Eating had merged into the disposal of a couple of bottles of burgundy, and we were well into the third when the others returned. Only Ben took up the invitation to join us, and soon Derek was snoring, leaving the remaining bottle to just Ben and me.

I went to powder my nose, and having done the necessary returned to my sun lounger, Ben’s eyes following me all the way. I had thrown a cotton wrap-around dress over my bikini, stopping above the knee, and as I sat back I put my feet up, raise my knees and nonchalantly allowed my knees to drift apart.

There was no mistaking the moment Ben realised what I’d “forgotten”. Now, these days, I gather, there’s a thriving industry in pubic barbering, but back then it wouldn’t have occurred to us to do anything but to let that area run free. Being a natural redhead, I was blessed with a lush, fiery bush around my nether regions — so much so that on those rare occasions I could get Derek to go down there he’d always make the same joke about jungles and machetes. Now, I was displaying this jungle to this innocent young lad. And was he taking in the display? Oh yes.

I could feel myself moistening, and my lips swelling and opening, preparing for the animal act of mating. He too was getting into the feral spirit, the shape of his generous equipment becoming deliciously defined in his light cotton trousers. I was looking straight at his crotch, and licking my lips, when I noticed that we’d both gone quiet. I looked up. He looked up. Our eyes met.

That was the point Derek decided to wake up. I snapped my legs shut, and made myself decent, and Ben moved to hide his predicament. The moment was lost. I allowed Derek to drag me to bed — alas, to sleep, although I did wait for the snoring to resume so I could take care of myself again. Looking back as I went into the house, I blew Ben a goodnight kiss, and winked.

The die was cast.

The next day, the trip to the market having left without an oversleeping Ben, I suggested to Derek that he might want to go and spend a day tasting wine at the cave in the next valley. I cried off with a hangover-induced headache, and by about 9:30, Ben was left Acıbadem Escort alone to my tender mercies.

He was lounging by the pool already. I went to change into the same sundress I’d worn the night before, and then went out to join him. I felt as taut as a wire, desperate for what I was about to set into train, and I was in no mood to wait.

“Ben, it looks like it’s going to be hot,” I said, handing him the Ambre Soleil. “Could you do the honours for me again?”

“Er, sure”, he replied.

I stood in front of him, loosened the straps holding my sundress up, and let it slide to the ground. He looked. He swallowed. And went bright red.

“Er, you’re, er … you have no clothes …”

“No, I haven’t,” I told him, softly. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll look after you.”

We stood, a few feet apart. He was looking at my breasts, stiff-nippled and flushed, and my pudenda, streaming damp beneath the foliage. I was looking at his rapidly tightening trunks.

I dropped a towel on the hard slabs, in front of him, and dropped to my knees. He groaned as I slipped my fingers into his waistband and slowly drew his trunks down his thighs. Gradually, the object of my desire came into view, shaft pointing downwards until completely free, when it sprang up, pointing skywards with the vigour of youth, hard as iron, with a gentle tear resting on the tip. Fully exposed too, my first encounter with a circumcised cock — I remembered him mentioning his family were Jewish.

Wrapping my fingers around him, I relished the velvet rigidity, the heat and the slight twitching engendered by my touch. Unusually for me, I had an overwhelming urge to taste him, and washed my tongue to gather up the drop of precum at the end. We both moaned simultaneously as I opened my mouth, engulfing him and tipping him deep into the back of my throat. This was too much for him, and probably with fifteen seconds of my first touch he was spilling himself into me, and I was frantically swallowing.

He slumped back onto the nearest sun lounger, gasping and catching his breath. I sat next to him, putting my arm around him.

“I’m sorry. I should have warned you,” he said, eventually.

“Hey … no problem. I liked it. And don’t worry about being too quick. That’s natural at your age. It’ll slow you down for the next round. Here. Let’s go.”

I stood, took his hand, and dragged him up to the bedroom Derek and I were sharing. Not that he needed much dragging.

I could go into all sorts of details of our antics over the next few days. I taught him the finer points of cunnilingus, and eventually, when he stopped rooting around like one of the local truffle pigs, he got exceptionally good at it. I managed to do down on him and get him to hold on long enough to make it enjoyable for me, for probably the first time in my life.

And, of course, he fucked me.

The first time, I made him lie İstanbul Escort back and let me do all the work, crouched over him, talking him softly through the exquisite removal of his virginity. He lasted almost two minutes before filling me with his hot seed — this was before the days of HIV and pill scares, of course. Having got that out of the way, he was treated to an intensive Fucking for Beginners course, graduating with flying colours. On top, from behind, swinging from the chandeliers, you name it, we did it. Derek was usually out at the bar — I was amazed how easy it became to give him a few francs and not see him until dinner time — so we had hours to ourselves. We could even hear any approaching car, warning of someone’s return and giving up enough time to make ourselves decent.

Mind you, we didn’t bank on Derek having a fit of conscience one afternoon, and decide he’d had too much to drive. The first we knew of his return was the slamming of the front door. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast as Ben as he leapt from the bed and onto the balcony, just in time before Derek burst into the room. Seeing me in bed in the afternoon, he go completely the wrong idea, tore off his clothes and jumped on me. By now, I was used to the enthusiasm of youth, so Derek’s rather feeble effort rather paled into comparison. Still, I was receptive. Well lubricated too. I wonder if Derek noticed.

Ben had to stay on the balcony until Derek had finished, and, flushed with alcohol and endorphins, started his usual snoring. When we were sure he was out for the count, I beckoned Ben through and he tiptoed out of the room and back out to the pool. I joined him a few minutes later, and we behaved ourselves for the rest of the day. Well, apart from the quick blowjob behind the bushes, out of sight of the house, that is.

I was sad to see Ben go home at the end of the week. But I noticed the difference when he shook my hand goodbye, watched by his unsuspecting family. He stood taller, more confident.

I went home, and pined for a while. This was in the days before the Internet and mobile phones, before long distance illicit relationships were as easy as they are now. But then I met Adrian at the tennis club, and soon got over it all. I may have taken Ben’s innocence, but he also broke a duck for me, and Derek never suspected the succession of young lovers I took over the next few years. Mind you, shortly after he keeled over with a heart attack I discovered that he’d been keeping a mistress even before that long hot holiday, so I didn’t feel too guilty. And we had remained good friends right up to the end of our marriage, so our dalliances didn’t seem to have caused much damage.

I heard from Ben just once. He sent me a birthday card about six month after the holiday, and tucked inside was a photo. Taken at some Christmas party from the looks of things, Ben was shown surrounded by seven or eight pretty young girls. Five of them had red circles drawn around their faces, and on the back was an inscription.

“Guess what the circles mean. Thank you for the confidence you gave me. I’ll never forget you. Ben xx”

Well, if you can’t have fun at that age, when can you?

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I travel a lot for work, and spend a good chunk of the year at hotels. I’ve had quite a few memorable encounters, but this is always one i think back upon.

For background, i was at the time of the story 25 years old, i’m brown haired, with a short beard, 6’0 and 200 pounds. Work out a little bit, so was fairly fit, but no chiseled hunk either.

One night i was at the hotel bar, relaxing after a long shift at work. I was down there alone, sipping my beer and half following a baseball game. Two older women approached the bar and sat down a couple stools away from me and ordered a drink. Both women, even in their older age, were very fit. One was about 5’6” tall, with shoulder length white hair, and a pair of thin framed glasses, wearing a floral pattern dress. Her friend was a petite asian woman about 5′ tall with dark hair, in a blouse and skirt, they both looked like they just left a formal event. Fairly classy looking women. As I listened to their conversation, however, i learned that they were thinking of nothing classy at all.

The bartender asked them while delivering the drinks what even they were there for. Turned out they were both in town a 50th anniversary class reunion, and got together to celebrate the white haired woman’s 69th birthday, which happened to fall on the same week as the event.

I heard the petite one tell a joke to her friend, saying “fitting both are at the same time seeing what you were known for back then, Ethel.”

Ethel replied “hey i don’t get on you for being named chastity.” Both had a nice laugh. Chastity then mentioned that she wishes they could get lucky, but doubted Maltepe Escort they would have much luck. I heard Ethel tell Chastity that she bets she could convince a guy, even a younger one, to have her give one of the famous blowjobs she used to give. They bet a drink on it.

I was looking at the game to make it seem i was focused there, and not on sex talk between older women, which was much more interesting. So it came as a slight surprise when i felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Ethel, who invited me to join them for a drink. Now this had gotten much more interesting. We made introductions, and i bought us a round of drinks. After a little small talk i learned how forward Ethel was.

She straight up asked me if she could give me a blowjob, no strings attached. Chastity’s mouth fell open, apparently shocked by how straightforward her friend was. I wondered if she would go through, so i played along and agreed. I suggested we go up to my room. We all paid up and I started to lead Ethel to the elevators, when Chastity piped up “how do i know you went through with it?” I just jokingly suggested that she could just watch. Ethel surprised me by adding “and maybe learn why my head was so famous” with a smile. Chastity looked shocked, but mumbled a little and followed us.

I offered the women a drink, and poured a glass of woodford for all of us, and after a sip Ethel, pretty confidently, instructed me to undress. Chastity sat in the computer chair across from the bed, holding her drink and looking shocked, like she had no idea how the night had got to that point. I quickly finished my drink before i started Anadolu Yakası Escort to undress. Im a grower, not a shower, but by this point i was horned up to the point of having a semi, and although not massive, i still have a solid 6 inch cock. So I stood, naked in front of two women, as both stared at my rapidly hardening cock. i thought at first standing named in front of two clothed women would make me a little nervous, but it turns out i have a thing for cfnm.

Ethel said in a pretty commanding and confident voice “sit up on the bed honey” then tuned to chastity and said “let me show you how it’s done” before climbing on the bed and grabbing my cock. She started by licking from the balls to the tip, and putting the tip in her mouth, swirling around it with her tounge. It felt amazing, to say the least, and then she started to work up and down my shaft, using her tounge the whole time simultaneously. I was in heaven, and when i opened my eyes, i could see chastity watching, her hand now under her skirt, playing with herself. She was so horny she didn’t even care i was watching.

Then Ethel surprised me by throating my whole cock. I had never been with a girl who could do that before, and it was a whole new sensation. I moaned in pleasure while a true expert performed her craft. I couldn’t take it anymore and announced i was going to cum. Ethel took the first load n her mouth, then got off my cock, but kept jerking it with it aimed at her face, coating one lens of her glasses and her nose, with a little getting in her hair. When she stood up, some dripped onto her breasts, falling into her cleavage. İstanbul Escort At this point chastity moaned as she orgasmed. Ethel hadn’t noticed her friend was masturbating to her, and smiled a big old wicked grin.

She stared at me and asked how she did for an old bird. I managed to catch my breath and answered honestly, that it was the best head i’ve ever gotten. She smiled even more, like it was validation that she still has it. She then walked over to the sink and started cleaning herself with a wet towel, and even unzipped the dress and dropped it to wipe her breasts off, and honestly they looked like they belonged on a woman 20 years younger, she was fit and they were still fairly perky. She finished cleaning up, zipped the dress back up, and said to chastity “time to collect that drink from you girl” chastity speechless as she got up. I followed them to the door, as they left Ethel gave me a quick kiss goodnight, and left. In hindsight i’m glad nobody was in the hallway since i was butt naked with some cum on my legs. I showered, had another drink, and went to bed smiling at all the fun id had that night.

The next Evening, two of my friends flew in to assist the project, so i met them at the bar when i got out of work. We caught up, and one of them started telling us a story of a threesome he had with his girlfriend and a stripper the week before, and we all started telling sex stories, and one of my friends challenged us to come up with a sex experience the others hadn’t. He had the threesome, my other buddy banged his exes mom after they broke up. It was my turn. I told them the story and they couldn’t stop laughing. There was an unintended consequence though, the story spread and now when i’m at work the older ladies seem to come out of the woodwork to check on my projects. Cant complain about the attention too much more, older ladies have some serious experience to bring to the table!

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“Damn, I knew I should have gotten my key back,” as I entered my place and smelled the heavenly aroma of my favorite Italian meal… fresh made lasagna, lamb chops, garlic bread, heavy on the garlic… Too bad the garlic didn’t kill the tall, smooth, chocolate brotha standing in my kitchen.

“Surprise! I knew you’d be too tired to cook, and you were out of town on your birthday.” I smile, as good as it smelled, I was exhausted and annoyed over work. And the fact that he was in my condo un-invited, made my annoyance that much greater. “Thanks,” I somehow muttered, “You shouldn’t have.” “You’re annoyed… I know the key was only for me to do laundry while I waited for my new washer to be delivered. But, I just thought I’d surprise you for your birthday. My washer has been delivered, the key is on the coffee table. I promise, I did not intend to keep it.” Damn, now I feel bad… a little. “No, it’s cool. Work was just annoying, I am so over these entitled folks feeling like we should pat them on the back and give them extras for doing their jobs. Extras is for those who go above and beyond. I’m just over it.” “I hear you,” he replies. “Why don’t you go put down you back, take a long hot shower and relax?” Actually, it sounds pretty good, and my stomach is growling. “Snitch!” I think to my stomach as I roll my bag into the bedroom.

I put my bag down, plug in my phone and begin to unpack. Hell, tomorrow is Saturday and I’ll be doing laundry, what am I doing? I slip off the stilettos I’ve had on all day and stretch my aching calves and feet, slide my skirt down as I glance in the mirror. I forgot I had worn that cute black lace thong I bought last Ataşehir Escort week, trying to make myself feel sexy since the divorce. I pull my top over my head and drop it to the floor, while still looking in the mirror. Damn, girl, you are still fine, especially for a 50 year old! I smile at myself for a second and then head into the master suite bathroom and turn on the shower. I undo my bun and let my hair fall into thick, black curls and waves that fall past my shoulders. I check the water temp, and unfasten my bra.

I get a whiff of the dinner cooking in the other room, and then imagine what’s waiting under the apron. A girl can imagine, can’t she? My nipples harden, and my clit rises at the thought… et tu? I think as my body gives me away. I pull off the thong and hop into the shower. I love the Bath and Body works lavender shower oil. I feels and smells wonderful as the hot water and steam release the tension of the day. I begin to wash, but linger a little longer on my pierced nipples. I turn to let the hot water fall on my back and spread my lips… a little extra pressure and time on my aching pierced clit. You haven’t had any for a minute, you play this right, you can get dinner and a good lay. I hope this brotha can fuck… I need some serious stress relief.

I reach back to wash my ass, spread my cheeks open moving a little slower than necessary… mmmm, it would be nice to feel a brotha move up from behind, squeezing my ass… mmmm… wait, did I just moan out loud?? Good thing I’m in the shower. I decide to go ahead a relieve a little stress since I was aroused anyway, stroking my clit with one finger… mmmmmm, Acıbadem Escort another moan… I let my head back, mouth open… my other hand squeezing my nipple… I imagine him joining me in the shower, I can feel his hands as they roam my body, up my hips, over my stomach, pulling me back into him, I can feel the full length of his dick against my back. Damn! His hands slide over my small, but perky tits and begin to massage them. He begins to pull me back against him, I can feel his chest on my back. That is nice! He begins to kiss the back of my neck, my back, down my spine to hips and turns me around.

The water is splashing off the top of his head as he spreads my lips exposing my now hard clit. “Nice!” he says, just before massaging it with his tongue. My pussy immediately begins to throb… “tattletale, you could at least wait a few minutes… ” He massages my clit with his tongue as both hands grasp and squeeze my ass, pulling me into his face. I feel his tongue caressing and exploring my pussy, while his hands caress and explore my ass. mmmmmm… more moans, then suddenly, he slides his tongue into my slit while he slides his finger into my ass! AAAAHHH! I am going to cum! I think he feels my body tighten and slows, raising his kisses back up to my stomach. SHIT! He stands up, pulls me against him and begins to kiss me, fully tasting the sweetness of my own pussy. He turns the water off. leads me out of the shower and into the master suite, lays me on the bed and kneels down, spreads my lips and dives in… Fuck, I’m dizzy this shit is so good! (At this point, I am literally laying on my bed, fingering myself, I think İstanbul Escort I’m about to cum)

“Damn, you took relaxing, literally, huh? I was wondering what was taking you so long… ” Shit! I still straight up! How long has he been standing at the door? He grins, arms folded as he leans against the door frame. “May I join you?” Hell, why not? I think to myself. “Sure… ” He pulls his shirt over his head, slides his jeans down, freeing his not very small dick from his boxers… What the fuck did I get myself into? As horny and wet as I am… I’m not sure about this. He sees my apprehension and literally kneels down in the same position as I had just been imagining… Without saying a word, he devours my as I almost scream out while I grab the sheets, toes curled… FUCK!! Please don’t cum, please don’t cum… not yet, but my body is about to betray me… He stands, slides me up on the bed and leans over me, I can feel the heat of his body… I can feel the tip at my entrance… he knows what he is doing, he is trying to let my body settle down, but every inch of my body is on 10! He kisses me, engages me in conversation… I really don’t want to talk, but it’s working, my breathing slows, my heart rates slows, and we actually start laughing… I tell him I’m a little nervous about his… ummm… girth… He smiles and kisses me, awakening my body all over again, I am suddenly aware of his tip at my entrance again… He slowly, as he’s kissing me, begins to slide in. OMG, it feels like he is filling every inch of my walls.

Once in, he stops, kisses me, caresses me, sucking my very hard nipples, I can feel his fingertips on my hips and I can’t help but lift my legs, pulling him deeper inside me, moving against him. I think I am going to explode. Is this shit that damn good or has it just been that long?? He allows me to work my hips until he can tell that I am comfortable with is size… and then… omg…

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Author’s Note: I wish to express my unending appreciation to Literotica’s Copperbutterfly for her editing skills in making my story better for you readers.

I will never forget the day my life took a jackrabbit turn to the left and went racing off. It wasn’t the first time I had experienced a major hurdle in my life but it was probably the biggest one that came without warning.

Let me back up a bit and lay some groundwork. During my college years, I had met Anne and we began dating. The Friday after we had graduated on Sunday we got married. By then we had been living together for nearly two years and we knew we were compatible. We got along famously.

For three years, we changed jobs several times, each time both of us managing to better ourselves. Then Anne announced that she was pregnant and our joy was unbounded. By then she was just over two months along. Seven months later she delivered my first son, a bouncing baby boy that we named Daniel after his maternal grandfather. Although he was in ill health at the time, Anne’s dad was the only living relative we had to use as a role model; I was an orphan raised as a ward of the state and never adopted.

The only bad thing about Daniel’s birth was that there were complications during the birth. He was okay but Anne required a hysterectomy to stop the bleeding. That meant that Daniel was not only my first son, he would be my only son.

That was okay. He was a great son, at least in my eyes. He wasn’t particularly outstanding at anything but very early he showed an interest in an enormously wide variety of subjects. As he got old enough, he got into Scouts and pee-wee football and t-ball, followed by Little League. His grades in school were very good, mostly A’s with a few B’s. Both his mom and I were very proud to call him our son.

Then we got bad news the year Daniel started junior high. Anne was diagnosed as having cancer. She endured weeks of treatment and was pronounced cancer free … for exactly seven months. Then it came back with a vengeance. She died five months later, exhausted and in constant pain, relieved only by shots that dulled the impact.

Daniel and I became a family of two. He took care of me. I took care of him. Eventually things returned to normal and settled into a routine. I kept up with my work and handled the housekeeping chores in the evenings and on weekends with a lot of Daniel’s help. Since Anne’s father had passed away when Daniel was only three years old, we only had each other but we made a pretty good team.

Once he got into college, Daniel could not decide in what direction he wanted his life to go. He had difficulty making a choice of majors, so for the first two years, he took a course of general studies before deciding on a pre-med path. He didn’t really want to be a doctor but would like to help in the medical profession some way.

The college Daniel had chosen was in a relatively small town, one that almost doubled in population when school was in session. They had a small professional fire department which was supplemented by volunteers. In his sophomore year, Daniel decided to join the volunteers and he was readily accepted after the required medical exams and completion of application forms. He trained, officially, with the pros one weekend a month and unofficially on many of the other weekends.

When one of the paid emergency medical technicians moved to a bigger city for more money, the city found it difficult to fill the position. Daniel applied to fill in until they could find someone and with his schooling and after taking a crash course to become state certified, he became a volunteer EMT.

One weekend Daniel came home on a visit and poured out his heart. He loved the EMT work and vowed that he had found his life’s work. He was going to finish school and find a place where he could work full time in a job that would help people, just as he had always wanted.

In the meantime, he had met a young lady named Kathy, a very beautiful woman who was a year older than Daniel. However that didn’t seem to matter to either of them. They dated for a while and when she invited him to move into her apartment, he did. As Anne and I had done years earlier, Daniel and Kathy married shortly after he graduated from college.

Although she was working, she gave up her job and they moved to another larger city, one that was far enough from me that we didn’t get to see each other very often. However they had an opening for a reasonably well-paid EMT and lots of opportunities to help people., so they moved and Kathy found another job near their new home.

For most of two years, we would see each other for a few hours about every three months or on special holidays, when I would drive over to visit them or they would come see me. With Daniel gone, our house seemed like a sprawling mansion, far too big for me, and I thought about selling and moving into something smaller. However consolidating our things was painful to contemplate, especially since it would mean losing one more Bostancı Escort tie to my wonderful wife. So I simply kept putting it off.

September 11, 2001 was a shock to the whole nation. Daniel volunteered to go to New York to help with the massive recovery effort and when he came back weeks later, he was a changed man. His ready smile was gone, replaced by a consistent look of agony. He called me two or three times a week and I always had the feeling that he wanted to say something but just didn’t know how to bring it out.

Of course the nation went to war against terrorists. First it was in Afghanistan, then Iraq. As the months went by, Daniel became more and more concerned. Then one day he called to say that he had enlisted because the military was always short of medical technicians and he felt it was his duty to serve his country. I didn’t want him to go but how could I argue against that logic?

All too soon Daniel shipped out to Iraq. Kathy and I talked on the phone three or four times every week. If she got the rare phone call from Daniel, she’d tell me all about how he was doing. If she got a letter, which was fairly often, she read me all but the personal stuff. I know she wrote him often and so did I but it probably took several weeks for the mail to arrive.

One evening about three months after Dan’s last visit home just before he went overseas, Kathy had just read me Daniel’s last letter when there was a long pause before she continued.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, Kathy! That makes me so happy! How are you doing?”

“I’m doing fine. I went to the doctor today for my first check-up. I’m just over three months along so the baby will be about two months old when Dan comes home.”

“That is fantastic. What a present for him when he gets back!”

“I just wish he was here to share it with me.”

“Are you all right, Kathy?”

“Yes, just having a little morning sickness but I’ll be okay.”

We talked a little longer and then said our goodbyes. Damn! I was going to be a grandpop! What a feeling!

I hardly had time to enjoy it. Six weeks later, Kathy called crying so hard I could barely understand her. She had just had a visitor from the Army who told her that Daniel’s helicopter had been shot down with a rocket and all hands on board had been killed. Suddenly my world fell apart.

The next week was a whirlwind of activity, all of it sad. Daniel’s body was brought home and, with Kathy’s agreement, we buried him in a plot near his mother’s grave, all with a full military service and 21 gun salute. That’s small consolation when you are burying your only child.

I turned my attention to Kathy. She wasn’t a blood relative but was the only family I had left. All of Anne’s family were dead, I never knew any of my own relatives and now my only son was gone. The only hope I had left was the life still inside Kathy’s swelling belly.

Leaving the cemetery, for the first time I realized that Kathy was very pale and not just from the stress of losing her husband. I coaxed her into talking and she told me that she’d begun to have some problems. Her doctor said that she needed to take it easy, quit working and do no major housework or she was at risk of losing the baby. Suddenly I was alarmed again.

Kathy tearfully explained that she couldn’t follow the doctor’s orders … if she quit working, she had no means of supporting herself and the baby. It didn’t take me long to decide what needed to be done. I convinced Kathy that she had to quit her job, let me move her into my big empty house and I would provide for her and my grandchild.

Somewhat reluctantly and with many tears, Kathy agreed that my solution was the only thing that made any sense. She called her boss and resigned and later told me that the people where she worked didn’t expect to see her come back, given the situation.

A couple of weeks later, I rented a truck and we drove over to their place. I hired a couple of young men to help me and we loaded their belongings into the truck and had them back at my house late the following morning.

Kathy had her choice of the three empty bedrooms and not surprisingly chose Daniel’s old room, which still had a lot of mementos of his earlier days. I began working on the adjacent bedroom, turning it into a nursery for the baby. We bought a crib to go in Kathy’s room and all new baby furniture for the nursery. She wanted to paint it a pale yellow, as a sort of “yellow ribbon around the old oak tree” in memory of Daniel but I made her promise to stay downstairs out of the fumes while I did the painting.

All through those days, there were many evenings when, after dinner, Kathy would curl up beside me and cry from missing Daniel. It became nearly a nightly ritual for weeks on end that I would sit on the sofa and hold her tightly while she cried herself out. Finally she would get up and waddle up the stairs to bed, leaving me alone with my thoughts. There was sadness for the loss of Daniel, Ümraniye Escort sadness for the loss of my Anne, but it was also tempered with anticipation of the birth of my grandchild. (She had decided that she didn’t want to know the sex of the baby until it was born and that was fine with me.)

Kathy felt so bad about the doctor’s orders that she just could not follow them. She cooked meals for us, she cleaned house, and she did the laundry, all in spite of my lectures and scoldings. Finally one evening I sat her down, looked her in the eye and said, “Kathy, if you have a miscarriage and cost me the only chance I’ll ever have of having a grandchild just because you felt the urge to “do something useful,” I will never forgive you.” Suddenly it was if the light had clicked on.

From that point on, Kathy rested and took care of herself and the baby. I handled the cooking, cleaning and laundry myself for a while, finally hiring a once-a-week maid service to provide some help.

When the time came for Kathy to go to the hospital, I was as nervous as if I was the father. Kathy had begged me to go with her to her childbirth classes and participate as her “coach” so I gowned up and joined her in the delivery room, a little uncomfortable at seeing my daughter-in-law’s now shaven pussy as it began to dilate … and a dear little girl’s head appeared. She was perfect … the redness and wrinkles and mess didn’t mean a thing when her shrill little cry signaled the start of a new life.

Because of her previous problems, the doctor kept Kathy and the baby in the hospital for three days rather than the customary one but when the nurse wheeled her to my car and handed me my little bundle of joy to hold while Kathy settled into the car, both of them were doing fine and given a clean bill of health by their doctor.

Kathy was adamant about breast feeding Danielle – she had decided early that she was going to name her child after its father, whether it was a boy or girl – and she was lactating freely by the time we went home. Danielle had lost a few ounces of her original 6 pounds 5 ounces but she took to the nipple with a passion and was soon nursing and gaining again.

Kathy was completely uninhibited about feeding Danielle in front of me. Since the birth of my grandchild, the sadness that we had shared had eased and we no longer got together for our hug-and-cry sessions. They were replaced by even more frequent feedings and, at least for the two weeks that I took off from work right after Kathy and Danielle came home, Kathy shared every feeding time with me. Those were tender moments.

They were also problematic situations. The more of Kathy’s swollen breasts I saw, the more I missed having sex. In all the time since Anne’s death, I had had sex with a woman exactly four times, never more than once with the same lady. Each of the four was a wonderful woman in her own right but compared to my Anne, each was missing something I needed, a certain loving quality.

Now watching Kathy feeding my granddaughter made me yearn for that sexual release again. Was it the beauty of the act of providing life-sustaining fluid to the child? Was it her own beautiful face that made me yearn to take her? Was it the voluptuousness of her body, which was undoubtedly as fine as any woman I’d ever known? I didn’t know and knew I could not let my feelings be known. I watched … and covered my arousal behind a casually held newspaper or magazine until Kathy carried the child to bed and I could escape to my room.

Days passed quickly in much the same routine as Kathy regained her strength and the baby grew. My time off passed quickly and I went back to work. Kathy was feeling well enough that she took over the household chores, even telling me that I should cancel the weekly maid service but I decided to keep it. Still she did the cooking and laundry for both of us and Danielle, took her out for daily strolls and generally made herself useful.

One evening over dinner, Kathy said, “Dad, I’ve decided it’s time I looked for a job and contributed to our upkeep.”

“Why, Kathy? Are you not comfortable with our situation?”

“No, Dad. I don’t want to keep sponging off you. I want to earn something to help raise Danielle.”

“Kathy, you can do that if you insist. However I wish you wouldn’t. Financially we’re doing fine with what I make. If you’d like, I can set up a separate bank account for you so you don’t need to feel like you have to ask me for money…I’m sorry I hadn’t thought of that before.”

“But, Dad, it’s just not right for me to sponge off you.”

“Kathy, you’re not sponging off me. You’re taking care of my house, you’re cooking my meals, you’re doing my laundry. And most important, you are raising my granddaughter. I would prefer that you concentrate on those things, just like you have been. I don’t think you’re sponging. You are performing probably the most important job on earth – being a mother.”

She pushed her chair back, walked around the table and hugged Kartal Escort and kissed me. “Oh, Dad,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks, “you have been so good to me. I love you, Dad.”

Grateful that she was not looking in my eyes where she could see my tears, I hugged her and managed to rasp, “I love you, too, Kathy.”

After cleaning up from dinner, we spent some time in the den, reading and watching TV until time for Danielle’s 10 o’clock feeding. Right on time, her plaintive little cry signalled time for a diaper change. Kathy brought her back to the den a few minutes later and settled onto the sofa, opening her blouse and nursing bra, revealing her magnificent, milky breast. She lifted it in one hand and Danielle in the crook of her other arm until the hungry child, latched onto the distended nipple as if she had just found treasure.

I watched, fascinated, as my granddaughter drank the precious fluids from her mother’s body. And, as usual, it had the same impact on me. I crossed my legs, lowered my magazine to my lap to cover my erection and kept watching. Kathy smiled at her daughter, then at me, before turning her attention back to the semi-sleeping babe.

When Kathy finally burped Danielle and took her up to her crib to put her down to sleep, I took the opportunity to escape to my bedroom across the hall. Turning back the covers, I slipped out of my clothes and under the covers, my thoughts a jumble of mixed passions. I lay there trying to sleep, trying to settle down the controversy raging in my mind, trying to shut out the sounds of Kathy as she showered and got ready for bed.

I finally closed my eyes, forcing my mind to shut off the erotic thoughts that kept flooding back. Finally I felt my heart rate slowing and thought that sleep might be achievable after all … just as the door to my room creaked open. I saw the outline of Kathy’s lush body against the faint nightlight she kept in the hallway. I wondered if something was amiss.

However she didn’t speak. She slowly, carefully moved over to the side of my bed. To my surprise, she lifted the covers and slipped into the bed. Very carefully, obviously trying to keep from disturbing me, she eased back until her form was spooned with my body.

“Dad?” she whispered.

“Yes?” I replied.

“Please hold me.”

Ohmigosh! Was there anything I would rather do? I put my arms around her and hugged her tightly to me, laying my cheek beside hers after kissing her neck. It must have been a dream, an apparition, a figment of my fertile imagination. But no, the sweet smell of her hair, the soft warmth of her body was real.

I was a little embarrassed when my cock grew stiff and poked her bottom. I started to back away but she reached back and captured my cock through my briefs and held me so I couldn’t move away. Seconds passed. I was afraid to break the spell, afraid that it wasn’t real.

Then she whispered, “Dad? Please don’t think badly of me. I NEED you. Please!”

I reached around her and tugged her back to me tightly, laying my head cheek-to-cheek with hers. She smelled oh-so-good and I wanted her so badly.

But was this the right thing to do? I agonized for long seconds and finally whispered, “Kathy are you sure?”

“Yes, Dad, I’m very sure.”

Any resistance I had crumbled away like a sand castle in front of a spring storm. My hand moved over her side and glided over her smooth stomach, then slipped upward until it cupped her fabulous breast. I felt her push her chest forward, pressing her breast into my hand as she sighed.

Her hand had not been idle either. She had worked the waistband of my briefs down until it was under my scrotum and she was frantically fondling my cock and balls. The foreplay must have lasted all of … maybe 30 seconds before my hand slid between her legs and found her shaven pussy lips coated with her own slick moisture.

Quickly she twisted her body until she was on her back and said in a plaintive croak, “Please, Dad! I need you in me!”

I scrambled up and over her and she guided my stiff member into her overheated pussy. I had every intention of taking it slow and easy and fucking her so long. That resolution lasted until my first stroke ended at my root and suddenly I was thrusting hard and fast, in total bliss from the indescribably wonderful sensations emanating from my cock.

Unfortunately the lack of activity for so long and the desire I had developed for Kathy did me in. In just a few pumps, my balls began spewing their load into Kathy’s wonderful cunt. I had blown it! This might have been my one opportunity and I had screwed it up royally!

No sooner did I feel the beginnings of my release than I knew I had been so much less than I wanted to be to this dear woman. “I’m sorry, Kathy, I am so sorry!” I pled for forgiveness, for destroying the ultimate moment of tenderness, because I had unthinkingly done nothing for my sweet partner.

“Shhhh, Dad. Don’t worry about it. Shhhh,” she whispered, brushing softly at my face. I thought to move off her but her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist and I realized that she had my cock in a tight grip, still inside her wonderful pussy. She kept whispering to me that it was okay, that she understood … and that there would be other times!

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Randal laid on the bed knocked out. He was getting up with Beth was standing sit beside him watching some Television. She had a barbell in her hand. Her muscle tense and he could see some veins. She was licked him hand and started stroking his cock. She continued working out and would sometime using her biceps to squeeze around his cock. Her muscles bounce against him.

“You really need to quit passing out sugar. I had to finish myself off with my finger” Beth said.

She flexed his cock and he squeeze her muscles. She kept him from coming as she moved her mouth down and engulf them. He was helpless unable to move now. He lips tease his head and started to shake with pleasure. She soon came on inside.

“Where going to go on a little trip today Randal out in town. But first I got to make a few calls. Tongue still work baby” Beth asked.

“Yes.” He grunted half dead.

She sat on his face and started riding him as she talked on the phone and made calls to her friends all day. She was soaking him in her wonderful juices.

Hours later

“Hey Ann. How you doing. Mmmmm you tricked some kid in a trick wrestling match hmmmm. Hope you didn’t hurt him to bad. Me? I’m still on vacation. The little cunt Anadolu Yakası Escort be eating my pussy for years. You know a sister have to get her rocks off. I been working out all day. I bench 400 today and did 200 push up. Working out got me so horny. Keep licking sweetie. I been hitting this poor kid like a mack truck. Can’t hardly move. They don’t make them like they use to in our day. Ohhh he with you now. Mmmm let me hear the little boy scream. Mmmmmmm.” Beth moan into the phone while grinding against him.” She said

She got up finally with his face bruise. She put him over her shoulder.

“Got to go and give this kid a bath. Talk to your later girlfriend” She said

Beth put him in the bathtub and help him clean him up.

“Your really are a cute kid you know that” Beth said.

She washed him up. She put on a sexy black dress and help him in a wheel chair. He was dress and powder up.

“Guess I’m not much use to you now.” Randal said

“Of course you are sweetie. With that tongue working you been giving me. Your one of the greatest. Plus you got a nice cock.” Beth said

“Really”

“Baby I’m older then. I’ve been fucking before you were even born. Of Avrupa Yakası Escort course I am going to be better then you in bed. Now don’t worry about it sugar. Let you sugar mama treat you to a night on the town.” She said

They drove to an expensive restaurant. All eyes were her. Some women hissed at the muscle bond woman. Some guys act like they weren’t interested and that she was to big but most of the guys wanted to fuck her. Everyone thought Randal was her kid till she gave him a French kiss. The waiter looked at him in the wheelchair

“Broke another one” He said

“Yea got to learn to go easy.” She said “Show me to my private chair.”

The private room was closed off with little walls. They could see the beach. Beth carried him in her arms and sat him down. She order the most expensive gift and playful help feed her wounded lover. Her hand were on him the whole time. She was putting her hand down his pants.

“People will see.” He said

“That’s the point” Beth said kissing him

The waiter walked in

“Anything else” He said.

“Bring me more wine” Beth said ignoring her while kissing Randal. He hand was working on him causing him to moan.

“Honey İstanbul Escort your not eating you food. Your not hungry or something.” She joked while stroking him.

She kissed him deep on the lips and broke it connect her salvia with her lips.

She starting eat her food as she stroked him.

“Drink” she asked pouring wine down her cleavage.

He slurped it up. He came in her hands and she calmly licked it off. The waiter walked in and gave him wine. Randal was red with embarrassment.

“Want them to hear you scream.” She said kissing his neck

She continued stroking causing his moans to be louder so everyone could hear. He took off his shirt and pinch and sucked his nipples.

“Look how excited you get when I play with your nipples. You know little girls get like that. That what little women like” Beth tease licking his nipple.

“I love you Beth.” He cried

“My poor young crippled lover. Kiss my muscles” She said

He kissed her all over.

Later she came out with him naked and attach to the leash. The room gasp.

“Which man think he man enough to take me.” She said

The macho men who were booing her before jumped at the change.

“Sleep boy.” She said putting Randal in a headlock.

Later when he woke up the guys were passed out and broken. So were some ladies. They all laid naked. 20 men and 10 ladies. 5 of which never been with a woman before.. She gave a wad of cash to the waiter

“sorry for a damage” Beth said drench in cum.

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I am a former plus sized model in my mid-40’s that organized and chaired one of the largest charity benefits in our area. The one that would stand out for me was held at a huge lodge with a seven course dinner, a silent auction with all the proceeds going to my favorite charities.

This particular year’s event had a fashion show with 10 gorgeous models with all those proceeds going to a battered women’s shelter in our area. It was black tie and everyone dressed to impress.

The entertainment was usually local, but this time I arranged to secure Constantine, the rising star just coming off a tour. How I did that I am still not sure, but I wasn’t going to complain.

I have had a crush not unlike a teenage girl on this man for a long time, but I am sure that his entire night would be spent with the many fashion models vying for his attention, however, I had him at my table for dinner anyway.

I spent a fortune on my black Armani gown but it was all worth it, I know I looked great and I felt great, since I’d also lost twenty pounds recently, but still had some kicking curves.

I made my way downstairs to the ballroom to wait for Con to arrive. The room was filled to capacity once they found out the evenings entertainment. Finally, he arrived. It was nothing like the minute he walked into that ballroom in a black tux.

Somehow I managed to greet him and introduce him to the few important people there before dinner started. At dinner we chatted and got along Bostancı Escort famously, he was so well spoken for a man barely thirty.

After the silent auction and the fashion show, he sang a number of songs for us and dedicated one especially to me. My heart skipped a few beats as he walked off the stage and held my hand as he sang it.

I barely saw him after the show was over, he very graciously signing autographs and taking pictures for donations to the causes we were supporting. I left him being mobbed by a crowd of beauties all vying for his attention.

I went to my room and was standing on my balcony reminising about the great evening when I heard a knock on the door.

“Room Service.”

Room service, I did’t order room service, I had thought.

I opened the door and to my amazement there stood Constantine with two glasses and a bottle of champagne.

“How about a nightcap?”

Of course, I asked him in.

We poured the champagne and sat on the balcony talking and laughing about the evening when out of the blue he leaned over and kissed me.

“I have been wanting to do that all night. I want to put my arms around you and hold you and never let you go. I want to make love to you all night long.”

I just looked at him and I could tell he saw in my eyes exactly what I was thinking.

“I know what you are thinking. All that eye candy downstairs, what is he doing here with me?”

“You have that exactly,” I Ümraniye Escort whispered.

His ‘fuck me’ eyes were hypnotizing me and I found it hard to get the words out.

“You have made this one of the most enchanting evenings of my life. Not only are you very beautiful, very sexy and exciting, have you ever thought that I might like to be with some just like you and not just some eye candy who are self absorbed in their appearance?”

“But I am old enough to be….” I began.

“Oh baby, you can mother me all night long. Please let me stay, let me make love to you.”

I couldn’t say a word, he held me close to him and touched my face and kissed me, raping my mouth with his tongue. I tangled my hands in his beautiful hair and kissed him back, licking his neck and his ear and playfully biting his lips.

I was dizzy with desire. He gently stroked my shoulders, my back as his lips never left mine. He pulled down the zipper of my dress and let it fall off my shoulders to the floor, realizing I had nothing on under it.

“Oh baby, you are so beautiful.” He led me into the bedroom.

He continued to stare at me with those dark eyes and I felt like I was drowning. I watched as he took off his tux and lay down beside me.

He touched my face, whispered in my ear. His lips left a trail down my neck and onto my breasts. He licked and sucked my nipples until they were hard as rocks and I felt I could cum with the sensations he was creating.

I Anadolu Yakası Escort gently asked him to lay back and let me look at him. I wanted to touch him, touch every inch of his body with my hands, my mouth.

I wanted to show this guy that bigger certainly was better in bed.

I ran my fingers down his back, over his tight ass, up and down his legs, over his testicles and everyplace my hands went my mouth followed.

I licked up his enormous shaft and around the head until he moaned and asked me to please take him into my mouth. I sucked him into my mouth and continued to caress his inner thigh at the same time.

I could feel his muscles tightening as he was reaching his orgasm, I deep throated him as far as I could until he exploded down my throat.

The emotion on his face was priceless. He pulled me to him and lay me down, his mouth still raping mine.

He continued to lick and kiss my nipples, my stomach until I finally asked him to stop teasing me, I couldn’t take it any longer.

He found my clit ready for a tonguing and he sucked and licked it until I came right into his mouth.

Before I could recover, he mounted me and rammed that beautiful cock into me. I couldn’t get enough. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled him to me by the hair and asked him to give it all to me. We both were covered in sweat by the time he had his second orgasm.

We lay beside each other in the bed and he kept stroking me and looking at me and telling me he wished we could spend more time together.

“You are everything I have ever wanted in a woman.”

Somehow I managed to whispered that he was everything I had ever wanted in a man and more. We fell asleep in each other arms.

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Troy, New York in 1975, where Jimmy, the nerd captain of the school’s chess team, discovers women at the ripe old age of 18.

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“Come on in Jimmy,” Mrs. Biondi said, stepping aside after I had knocked on the door, and as soon as I walked in the modest rural home I knew that this was going to be a great day.

Mrs. Biondi was Becky’s mother, and while Becky was supposed to be the reason I kept showing up at 2:45 every afternoon, the only reason I was there was to spend time with Mrs. Biondi, who was a goddess in my eyes.

Becky was Mrs. Biondi’s youngest child, and although she was only 14 she had shown an incredible talent for chess. She was in 9th grade and wasn’t even in high school yet, but was so good that the school let her play with the high school team.

Since I was the captain of the team I had taken an interest in young Becky, because not only was she an asset to our team but she would be a major contributor to our school’s team in the future.

Bullshit aside, while I did enjoy playing chess, and did want our school to do well then and in the future, my interests were not about Becky or chess but in her mother.

Even today, I would find it hard to explain to someone why I became infatuated by the twice divorced mother of four, the youngest of which was Becky, a very timid kid who seemed to be good at nothing except chess.

Mrs. Biondi wasn’t beautiful, although to me she was. She was an amazon of sorts, standing about 5’9″ or so, and while she wasn’t lean and trim by any standards, she was in good shape for a woman around 50.

Mrs. Biondi had a body that was peculiar, to say the least. She was built almost like a caricature, with a small butt – certainly compared to the rest of her – and legs that weren’t bad at all.

Above the waist was a whole different story. Her arms were a little plump but solid, and I could never really tell if she had a thick waist or not, but there was a good reason for that, and it wasn’t all because she wore loose fitting tops.

Her breasts. You couldn’t help but notice them, because they were huge. Even though she did everything possible to camouflage them you couldn’t help but see that those boobs were gigantic, and all fall and winter I had made a point of staring at them every chance I got.

I had gotten an inkling of how big they were one day when I had used the bathroom, and there hanging on the curtain rod of the shower was Mrs. Biondi’s bra. It didn’t have her name on it but it sure wasn’t Becky’s. I locked the door and took it off of the rod where it was drying and examined it like it was some sort of national treasure.

It was a long-line bra with five hooks, more on the side that the middle of the back, and after I played with the cavernous cups I checked the back for the size tag. Unfortunately, the tag was unreadable because the harness was old, so I was left to use my imagination.

Becky must have thought I got lost, because I was in the bathroom for a long time. I did everything possible to the bra, even hanging it on a hook and pretending I was standing in front of Mrs. Biondi and squeezing the empty cups.

In the end, I had an erection that wouldn’t go away, and so I dropped my pants and jerked off, pulling on my long, skinny prong for about ten seconds before popping a load into the toilet and the surrounding area. I felt like a pervert while cleaning up the mess of course, but it was worth it.

On that day in spring, I knew it was going to be a special one after Mrs. Biondi had let me in. I was in heaven because she was wearing a blouse that, while not revealing, was certainly more form fitting than the usual flannel tops and sweatshirts she had worn during the colder months.

Just another reason to be happy that the weather was getting warmer, I thought as I engaged in idle chit-chat with Becky’s mother, all the while trying not to stare at those incredible breasts that stuck out so far.

Additionally, the white and pink blouse had short sleeves that were a little baggy, so I kept hoping for a chance to peek into the armhole and see her breasts from the side encased in that magnificent harness. That’s how desperate I was to get a glimpse of any part of Mrs. Biondi.

She had gotten used to me being underfoot for the hour or so until Becky’s bus dropped her off every weekday, and she probably thought I was harmless because I was such a nerd. I hoped she didn’t think I was interested in Becky because I surely wasn’t. 18 year old guys dating 14 year old girls would get you laughed out of school, and I was already the butt of too many jokes because I was the classic skinny nerd.

I could see the outline of the straps of Mrs. Biondi’s bra through the fabric of the blouse, and when she started to take things out of the cupboard to get dinner ready I casually slid over to watch.

She had nice arms, I noticed, a little plump but nicely shaped, and when she reached up to get something I walked over to offer my assistance.

“I thought I had more İstanbul Escort bread crumbs up there,” Mrs. Biondi said as she moved things around on the top shelf, and even though at best we were the same height I offered to help look, my eyes fixed on the hanging sleeve and her upraised arm.

I never got to see her breasts from the side that day although I got to see plenty, because when I looked down her sleeve I learned that Mrs. Biondi didn’t shave her armpits. This was 1975, and there were a couple of girls who thought they were hippies and had hair under their arms, but nothing like this.

I don’t know how long I stood there staring down Mrs. Biondi’s sleeve while I was supposed to be looking for bread crumbs, but it was long enough for her to clear her throat, the sound of which broke me out of my trance.

I was busted, and the only saving grace was that I did find a container of bread crumbs hidden in the back of the top shelf. I suspect that my face was every bit as red as it felt, although Mrs. Biondi seemed more amused than upset.

Becky finally showed up and that got me away from Mrs. Biondi but it didn’t get that image out of my mind, because Becky kicked my ass every game until her dinner time. Mrs. Biondi asked me if I wanted to stay for dinner, like she often did, but I declined because I had other issues.

I took off through the little patch of woods that separated our neighborhoods, and after I made sure no one was aroused I took out my best friend. That was no easy task because not only was I hard, my drooling had fused me to the cotton.

Once free, I closed my eyes and replayed that image in my head; that nicely shaped arm, the deep hollow of her underarm, and the jungle of black hair that filled it. Not just a little wisp like I had, but a thick tuft that seemed to overflow the crater it grew in.

I managed to last about 30 seconds this time, which was good for me, and the best thing was that I didn’t have to clean up the mess like I would have had to at home. Having gotten masturbation down to an art form was yet another one of my dubious skills, and had been the extent of my sex life at that point.

In fact, the only sexual experience I had with anyone was a hand job. It was a birthday present from the sister of a friend of mine. Karen was a chubby girl who was a year older than me, and my friend had let it out that it was my birthday.

When I left his house Karen was following me, and while we got along okay it wasn’t like we were friends or anything. In that very same patch of woods she caught up with me and told me she wanted to give me a birthday kiss. I had necked with girls a couple of times before, so the kiss was nothing new.

“Are your parents home,” Karen asked, and I nodded.

She made a face and asked me if I wanted another kiss, and I said sure, and this time along with the kiss came a grab of my crotch, which got my attention.

March 16 at 3 in the afternoon. It was a cloudy day and the temperature was barely above freezing. There was still some snow on the ground, and where there wasn’t snow there was mud so after Karen looked around and said there wasn’t any place better, asked me if I wanted her to jerk me off.

I think the hand would have been her mouth if the ground was dry, and if my mother wasn’t home, who knows? Anyway, I said yes and there I was standing in the woods, my teeth chattering and my pants down around my knees, and Karen’s chubby hand was cold.

“Sorry,” Karen said as she began to pull on my limp dick, and as her hand warmed my cock started to get hard. “Hey, you got a pretty big dick for a little guy.”

“I do?” I asked.

“It’s not very thick but it’s pretty long. Bigger than Brian’s,” Karen said, and then told me that she had caught him jerking off once, which was how she knew.

Her pudgy fist kept pumping hard and because of the combination of the cold, my nerves and an unfamiliar hand my usual rapid fire was delayed.

“Sorry,” I apologized when Karen changed her grip and moved a little behind me, because I thought she was getting annoyed with how long it was taking. “Usually a lot faster.”

“It’s okay Jimmy,” Karen said. “I like doing this. You even been laid?”

“Me – uh…”

“I guess that means no,” Karen said. “That’s okay though. Would you want to fuck me sometime?”

“Uh – yeah, I guess,” I mumbled, and soon I was on the brink.

“Oh!” I groaned and then I was spurting all over the winter wonderland while Karen milked every drop out of me. After I was limp she let go of my dick, calmly licked the rope of cum off of the back of her hand, and told me to give her a call sometime when my folks were out of the house.

Just like that, Karen left, and I pulled up my pants and went to the corner store to buy a quart of Genesee beer to celebrate. I went right back to the place I had just lost my sort-of virginity and drank the beer in the freezing cold.

That was a month ago, and I didn’t call Karen. Not Kadıköy Escort because she was unattractive because I was no prize myself, but because I wanted my first time to be special, and in my mind there was only one woman that would qualify. Mrs. Biondi.

***

The next day that I stopped at Mrs. Biondi’s house she didn’t answer the door when I knocked. I assumed she must have gone to the store or something so I sat on the porch for a minute and waited. The day was even warmer than the day before so I took my jacket off and tied it around my waist.

I heard a squeaking sound from the back yard, so I walked along the side of the house to the back. The squeaking sound continued, and when I got around to the back I saw clothes dancing along the clothesline, making the trip from the back porch where Mrs. Biondi was clipping the clothes on the line and pushing to line along.

There was one of her bras already on the line, but I had something much better to look at, and I savored the seconds before she saw me. Mrs. Biondi was wearing a pink sleeveless blouse, and it made her breasts seem ever larger because it was snug. I could see the outline of the bra cups as I approached, which every step getting me a better angle.

Mrs. Biondi was startled to see me and I mumbled something about knocking, but I was too busy staring under her upraised arm to pay attention to what she was saying. She was standing on the back porch about a foot above me, giving me a prime view up the underside of her massive breasts, but when I looked over I was shocked.

Shaved. Gone was the wild jungle of hair, and now the large craters were barren, although I could see a dense five o’clock shadow that covered the entire hollow and up the inside of her arm a bit.

When I glanced over, Mrs. Biondi was staring at me again like she did yesterday only even more so, and then she glanced over to her underarm since it must have been clear where I was staring.

“You okay, Jimmy?” she asked as she went back to putting the clothes on the line. “Something wrong?”

“No – uh – you shaved,” I mumbled for some reason.

“What? Oh yeah, although you’d never know it now,” Mrs. Biondi said. “Why do you – oh! I get it. I was wondering what you were staring at yesterday in the kitchen. I thought you were looking somewhere else. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I wasn’t scared,” I said.

“Warm weather is coming up and I don’t think people are ready for what I look like during the winter.”

“I liked it. I thought it was sexy,” I heard myself saying.

“Is that so? Boy, I guess my daughter has a crush on a kinky guy,” Mrs. Biondi said with a grin.

“A crush?” I said.

“Haven’t you noticed?” Mrs. Biondi asked. “I thought you two were sweet on each other but you were too shy to make a move.”

“Becky?” I said. “I’m not interested in Becky – I mean she’s a nice enough kid and all, but she’s a kid. I’m 18.”

“You are?” Mrs. Biondi said. “I – I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“No, I just come over here to help her prepare for the chess tournaments,” I said.

“Better not tell Becky that,” Mrs. Biondi quipped. “She’ll stop letting you win sometimes if she heard that.”

“Letting me win?”

“That’s what she told me,” Mrs. Biondi said. “I don’t know the game, but she says she doesn’t try hard sometimes so you keep coming back. Please don’t tell her I said this.”

“I won’t,” I said, starting to feel like an idiot.

“I shouldn’t have presumed anything,” Mrs. Biondi said. “I couldn’t think of any other reason why you would come over here every day like that.”

“If chess was the only reason, I would be here an hour later,” I told her, and then waited for Mrs. Biondi to figure it out, but she was way ahead of me.

“I know,” she said softly. “I mean, I suspected as much and I guess I should have said something. Guess I liked being looked at for a change, but I didn’t really mean to lead you on. I remember having crushes on guys.”

“I don’t think it’s a crush,” I mumbled.

“Is it because of these?” Mrs. Biondi asked, pointing at her breasts and in embarassment I looked away and pawed at the ground. “If that’s what it is, let me tell you something. I think you look at Playboy pictures too much. Mine don’t look like that, believe me.”

“Maybe at first, but it’s more than that now,” I said, struggling to keep from getting emotional. “I love the way you kid around, and the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. I love when I get to talk to you every day before Becky gets here. You treat me like a adult instead of a kid.”

“You’re a very mature young man,” Mrs. Biondi said. “Very intelligent and polite, although your taste in women is a bit screwy.”

“Don’t say that – please,” I said, because while I knew she was just trying to be funny, I didn’t think being her love with her was weird, or a joke.

I had taken the two steps up to the porch, so I could avoid having her looking down at me, and as we stared at Ataşehir Escort each other the sound of the front door closing broke the tension.

“Saturday – Becky’s father has her for the day,” Mrs. Biondi said as she grabbed her empty laundry basket. “If you want to come over we can talk some more.”

***

How do you prepare for a day when you aren’t really sure what it entailed? Part of me thought that she wanted me – wanted me like I wanted her – yet when I looked in the mirror, I thought the idea was absurd. Mrs. Biondi was a woman, and an amazon to boot.

She outweighed me and was a little taller than me to boot, and if we ever wrestled she would probably kill me. Ever hear the saying ‘I’m a lover, not fighter’? I was neither. I was a man only technically. Physically, except for having a pretty long dick, I was pathetic.

So I concluded that Mrs. Biondi just wanted to talk. Maybe she wanted me to teach her how to play chess, because she had mentioned that once, so with that in mind I went over around 11, which was a little after Becky’s father picked her up for the weekend.

I was dressed as neatly as possible, even shaving, which was silly since nothing was happening to get rid of. I knocked on the door like always, but the door had already started to open when my knuckles hit the wood.

“Oh – sorry,” I said as the door opened and Mrs. Biondi motioned me to come in, looking around outside to make sure nobody was around.

My apology was for the fact that I must have screwed up the time I was supposed to be there because Mrs. Biondi was wearing a bathrobe. It was like she had just woken up, although I noticed that her long wavy hair was brushed and she had on a little make-up, which she rarely wore.

I followed her to the kitchen, which was not unusual, but Mrs. Biondi didn’t stop there but kept going. I stopped at the end of the kitchen and looked down the hall.

“Are you trying to give me a chance to change my mind?” she asked after turning around and facing me while standing next to the open door of her bedroom for a second before going in.

On legs that felt as if they were made of rubber I staggered down the hall with the realization that this was really happening. This wasn’t one of my fantasies because in those dreams I was a suave and cool ladies man who was in control, not a sweaty and frantic kid who suddenly figured out that this wasn’t going to be an afternoon of playing spin the bottle.

I got to the open doorway and looked in to the bedroom where Mrs. Biondi was standing at the side of her bed waiting nervously, although not nearly as much as I was.

“Coming in?”

“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled. “Should I close the door?”

“Doesn’t matter,” she said, and then as she probably wondered what the hell was wrong with me she added, “Look Jimmy, if you don’t want to…”

“I do!” I almost shouted and then lowered my voice. “I just – I mean I’m just nervous.”

“Me too. You don’t think I do this every day do you?”

“No,” I said, and it was then that Mrs. Biondi shrugged the bathrobe off of her rounded shoulders, and there was nothing underneath except Mrs. Biondi, a whole lot of Mr. Biondi.

“Oh man,” I mumbled to myself as I looked at the first live naked woman I had ever seen in real life, and while she was right that she didn’t look like any of the women in Playboy, there weren’t any of them that were going to stand naked in front of me now or anytime soon.

She got tired of me standing there staring at her after about a minute, at which point she sort of wrapped her arms in front of her and started shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“Should I?” I asked as I tried to indicate that I was asking whether I should take my clothes off with some primitive hand gesturing, because my voice failed me.

“That would help,” she said.

“I’m not good at this girl stuff, and you’re so pretty – even better than I dreamed,” I managed while fumbling for my top shirt button while staring at her voluptuous form.

Those breasts – and there was no way to avoid them because they commanded your attention – hung down to her waist. I tried to think of something to compare them with but came up blank because they were bigger than footballs but smaller than watermelons and she had crimson nipples that looked as big as bullets centered on auroelas that were the diameter of baseballs.

Below that, unlike most of the girls in Playboy Mrs. Biondi had pubic hair, and even the ones that did had nothing to compare with the very wide triangle of dark brown hair that blocked any view of what was under the jungle.

Then below that, the woman had legs that were almost like a ballet dancer, slender and so out of place with the upper part of her, and her butt was small as well. It was as if she had been assembled in the dark with parts of two bodies, but while it wasn’t symmetrical it was as erotic a sight as I could imagine.

And then she was in front of me. Tired of watching me drool and fumble in an attempt to unbutton my shirt, she had come over to me and was doing it for me, and while her fingers were trembling a little too they were nothing like mine. The fact that she was looking down at me – physically because she was a couple inches taller – was no help to me.

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I’d been unable to keep my eyes off her all morning. She kept glancing my way and I could swear I could see a wet stain on her bikini bottom’s crotch. My wife noticed my distraction and asked me what was wrong. I shrugged it off and rolled over on my belly to hide my growing erection as I watched the older woman roll over too and spread her legs a bit to show me her spot. She knew I was watching and from twenty feet away I could catch her scent.

She got up and walked toward me and I saw her hand slip down the top of her bikini. It was thin and when she removed her hand I could see the definite expression of her arousal.

I told my wife I had to pee and grabbed a towel to hide my boner. The woman had slowed down and let me pass her without a word. She followed me into the men’s room and dropped to her knees. I pulled my suit down and her open mouth seemed hungry for it. She sucked me for a little bit and I pulled her up and sat her on the sink counter. I pulled down her top and chewed on each nipple as I worked her clit with my fingers. Finally I pushed her to lean over the sink and pulled the thin strap that covered her cunt aside. Kartal Escort I shoved all ten inches in at once.

I felt the shock run through her as she was now full but not as full as she would be when I unleashed torrents of hot cum into her cunt. I hammered her hard to her obvious delight. I reached around and pinched her nipples hard as I unloaded in her. Just as I did, two guys walked in. One was short, white, and chubby. The other was tall and black.

I pulled out and gave her my cock to clean. She sucked down every leftover drop. The two men pulled their suits down. The chubby guy had a short but fat dick. I envied the dick of the black guy. It was huge. The chubby guy sat on the counter and she began to suck him immediately. The black guy pushed what had to be twelve inches in at the same time. I didn’t stay around to watch, tempting as it was.

I laid back down on the beach blanket with my head facing the men’s room. My wife asked me why it took so long. I just told her that there was a line. In the next hour I counted ten more men who walked in. They all left smiling. I told my wife I had Tuzla Escort to pee again and made my second visit. This time I just fucked her mouth. I wondered how much cum she had swallowed that day.

As I got back to the blanket. I saw the woman sort of stagger out of the men’s room. She came back to her towel and I could see the glistening of cum running down her legs and chin. She had made no attempt to clean up. She seemed to glorify in her role of “Slut for a day”. I wondered if she had a husband at home and she was going to make him taste all that mixed cum as some sort of revenge.

The air was redolent with the smell of sex. My wife caught the scent. “Can we go home? That smell is making me horny!” I knew when we got home she would know that some of that scent was coming from me. The woman had squirted all over my balls. I had to think fast.

“Remember when we first met and we would go down to the end of this beach and wade out to sand bar and I would pull both our suit bottoms down and you would straddle me and fuck me like that?”

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“How about if we take a walk.” She agreed and we walked hand-in-hand to the deserted end of the beach. I made sure I was upwind so she couldn’t catch the scent of the of the woman but in a few minutes my wife was giving off a scent of her own. I hadn’t seen her (or smelled her) this hot in years.

We ran into the water and splashed our way to the sand bar. We giggled like we had the first time we did it twenty years ago. I laid on my back on the sand bar in about three foot of water. She pulled my suit down to my knees and began to knead my balls with one hand and my cock with the other.

It took me a little time but I finally got hard enough for her to pull her suit bottom down and straddle me like she used to. She lowered herself on my shaft and repeatedly pulled me all the way out and did it again. I was pumping her cunt full of seawater and I knew the cum wasn’t going to be too long following. Fucking underwater is a very different experience.

She finally came and I joined her. “My god that brought back memories.!” It had for me too.

On the way home we stopped for a leisurely lunch. We rubbed calves for the first time in years. We held hands. It seemed like the scent of sex had rekindled our romance.

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