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“We’re starting our tenth year of teaching. Is that crazy or what?” Freddy said.

“More ‘crazy’ than ‘or what,” his friend and colleague, Dan, replied. “Just think. Only 30 more to go until until full retirement, right?”

“Gee, thanks. I had no idea this was one of those ‘until death do us part’ kind of things.”

His friend laughed then said, “It’s actually a pretty sweet gig. We only work 180 days a year, get ten weeks off in the summer and a week or two for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and spring break. What’s not to like?”

“Yeah, no argument there. And we are surrounded by all kinds of hot pieces of ass, you know what I’m sayin’?”

He made a disgusting motion with his hips, and when his friend-since-college didn’t even smile, he said, “Come on, man. There are some freakin’ babes in high school, Danny Boy. Are you tellin’ me you’ve never once—not even one time—thought about, you know, hittin’ that?”

“Freddy? You’re a pig and getting worse every day.”

“Dude, I’m serious, so be honest. You’ve never, ever thought, ‘Hmmm. If I could get away with it, I’d’…”

He’d tried singing the Bow Chicka Bow Bow song and Dan finally laughed.

“Stick to teaching history, okay. Your improv sucks.”

“Okay, fine, but you still haven’t answered my question. Have you ever once thought…”

“No. Never. Not even once, okay?” Dan said getting rather annoyed.

“Not even Jami Anderson? Come on, man! She was so hot she could have spontaneously combusted at any moment just standing there. Not even her?”

“No, Freddy. Not even her. She was a beautiful girl, but she’s not my type. For that matter, no high school girl is my type and let me assure you, they’re not yours, either. Got it?”

Freddy was Frederick J. Thomas, Daniel Snyder’s onetime roommate as undergrads at the University of Washington where they’d both majored in secondary education.

“Not your type. Yeah, sure. Okay. So…do you even have a type? I mean, you no-shit have all kinds of hot female students crushing on you every year while their moms and other teachers are constantly hitting on you, too. Some of us would be happy to have just one out of three, and here you are with unlimited options yet I almost never see you going out. What’s up with that?”

Dan laughed then said, “It’s not even close to constantly, my friend.”

Freddy snorted then said, “Yeah, I guess that’s true. I mean, I have to admit I’ve never seen a woman hitting on you when you’re sleeping or…droppin’ a deuce.”

Freddy paused then before Dan could chide him for being crass again then said, “Hell, I’d be happy to have anyone crushing on me. Student, mom…Ms. Emerson.”

Dan smiled at the mention of Sarah Emerson, who was by far the best-looking female on staff. In fact, she was in a league of her own. Then again, people often said the same thing about Dan Snyder, and more than a few people thought they’d make the perfect couple and produce beautiful, perfect little babies. There was just one problem. Dan wasn’t attracted to her in spite of her beauty.

Freddy finished his thought by saying, “Dude, do you know how long it’s been since I got any puss…”

This time he stopped talking and sang it and did the hip thing. “Bow Chicka Bow Bow?”

“Freddy, Freddy, Freddy. What am I gonna do with you?” Dan said as she just shook his head.

Freddy started to answer so Dan cut him off.

“Don’t say, ‘Help me get laid, bro,’ again—please. Tell you what. Let’s go get you some beer so I don’t have to listen to your nonsense anymore, okay?”

“Yeah! Now you’re talkin’, my man! First round’s on you!”

“Just remember, some of us have to teach school tomorrow and go to school so don’t expect me to get hammered with you.”

“I don’t get it, man. A master’s cost a ton of money and it’s worth what? Two grand a year before taxes? You might break even before you retire,” Freddy said in his typical cynical way.

“I like math. What can I say? And yeah, I’ll more than break even in the long run. In fact, I’ll be graduating just before Christmas so put that on your calendar.”

“Yes! Another excuse to drink!” Freddy proclaimed.

Dan grabbed his keys knowing he’d have maybe two glasses of draught beer while his friend would have—two pitchers—or more.

Before he let he go of the question in favor of beer, Freddy asked the same thing one more time on their way to their favorite watering hole.

“Seriously, man, what is your type? You rarely date and you never hook up. If I looked like you, I be gettin’ laid seven days a week and twice on Sunday.”

“No, you’d be in jail for a very long time,” Dan said only half joking.

“You know what, Danster? If I didn’t know better I’d think you were a little light in the loafers. You know what I’m sayin’?”

Dan did know. In fact, he knew all too well. He’d been called ‘faggot’ and ‘boy toy’ along with many other pejorative things, many times over the years. He was absolutely, 100% straight, but took no offense at being called gay because Ankara travesti he knew people didn’t choose their orientation any more than they chose to be right or left handed. It just happened.

He fully understood the reasons why some thought he really was ‘light in the loafers.’ He took great pride in the way he looked, and dressed in what many called a ‘preppy’ kind of way. His thick, dark hair was always neatly trimmed and nicely styled. He was habitually smooth-shaven, and wore very dressy, button-down shirts and/or sweaters which were always carefully paired with the right pants, belt, shoes and socks. He even got his nails professionally done once a month or so. So, yeah. The criticism was based on a crude stereotype, but if the loafers fit…

Beyond that, he really was incredibly handsome, and Freddy was right. Every year Mr. Snyder had a new crop of groupies who batted their eyes at him while many openly flirted. He was religiously friendly with all of them, but every girl understood that Mr. Daniel Snyder drew a no-kidding ‘line in the sand’ when it came to anything beyond friendliness. He was never mean or rude, but he made sure whoever tried crossing that line got firmly set back behind it.

Lastly, he was highly respected as one of the best teachers in the entire school. He taught one trigonometry class to sophomores as well as freshman geometry, but calculus and especially AP calculus, was his specialty.

He had this uncanny ability to explain complex topics in easy, understandable ways and he would use multiple approaches to explain something until everyone got it. In those rare cases where an individual student just couldn’t get it, he would tutor them after school for as long as it took. Seeing the light finally come on was one of the things he most enjoyed about teaching.

At 32, he really didn’t date too often, and that was just fine with him, because he really did have a type—both physically and intellectually. If the woman didn’t fit his type in both areas, he wasn’t interested no matter how beautiful she might be. To wit, one Sarah Emerson. In those rare cases where he saw someone who met his external requirements, he immediately showed an interest in her in order to see if she was his type intellectually.

Physically, thin was in. A woman almost couldn’t be too thin. Very small breasts were a must, and soft, full, bee-stung lips were hugely important, as well. Beautiful, open eyes, high cheekbones, and long, soft, silky hair were equally necessary, but all that was for naught unless she also dressed in way that, as with him, said, “I take great pride in my appearance.”

If that was perceived as overly picky or even snobbish there was nothing he could do about it. He liked what he liked and after nearly two decades of liking the same thing, it seemed hugely unlikely that would ever change.

The intellectual side of his ideal woman included intelligence, which was very important, but it was much more than that. She also had to have a certain kind of ‘unstated sophistication’ about her but she couldn’t be pretentious. He looked for those things plus maturity, politeness, sweetness, and if she was maybe a bit on the shy side that was a huge plus. Confidence was fine but arrogance or being loudly-opinionated were deal breakers.

Dan was a logical, linear thinker so he knew that putting those kinds of limitations on ‘the playing field’ severely reduced the odds of ever finding a wife. Then again, he intended to marry once and for life and firmly believed that it was more than worth the wait to find the ideal woman.

So yes, he had a type, but he wasn’t about to get into it with Freddy. Not now, not ever.

“How about we talk about you, Frederico,” Dan said turning it back around on you. “I know your type is someone with breasts and a vagina, but don’t you want to meet someone and settle down?”

For a brief moment, his normally-gregarious friend got serious.

“Yeah, of course I would. But I’m the Oscar to your Felix,” he said using The Odd Couple analogy. “I’m…slovenly. Unsophisticated. Undisciplined. I’m a video game junky. I like beer—a lot. And let’s face it. I look a lot more like Jack Klugman than Brad Pitt.”

“Brad Pitt’s in his 50’s, my friend,” Dan said trying to help his friend out.

“Yeah. No shit. And yet he still looks better than me.”

Freddy rarely got down, but Dan knew he was right. He’d be a hard sell to any decent woman who didn’t bring a whole lot of her own baggage with her. It was very likely Freddy would never get married or if he did, the relationship would be highly dysfunctional. He hated to think that way, but it was hard to imagine Fred Thomas ever snagging a nice-looking, normal kind of woman.

Four hours and four pitchers later, Dan helped his friend stagger out to the car.

“You’re a good man, Danny Boy,” Freddy said, his speech heavily slurred. “Hell, if I was a chick, I’d be in love with you, too.”

“Uh-huh. Let’s get you home, good buddy. Tomorrow is our first day Konya travesti back. Thank God it’s a planning day without students,” Dan said as he helped Freddy fall into the back seat.

In spite of a horrendous hangover, Freddy slogged through day one, and by the day after Labor Day, the first day of school and three working days later, both teachers were ready for their students.

The first day was always devoted to administrative details. Lockers had to be assigned, books had to be issued, class rules, grades, homework, and other expectations had to be discussed, and teachers needed time to learn new names and faces. Having taught math there for ten years, Dan knew most of the students from the previous years, but there were always a few new faces, and Dan genuinely enjoyed getting to know them and hearing their stories about where they’d grown up, gone to school, etc.

As always, there were numerous young co-eds saying, “Hi, Mr. Snyder!” much too enthusiastically. Their male counterparts all noticed and inevitably, one or two would have to say something.

“Yo, Meghan. You better roll that tongue of yours up before you trip on it!”

The comment would be followed by raucous laughter from the other boys, a snide comment from the girl, and even snider comments from other girls who hoped to win their teacher’s favor.

“Eeew! Give it a rest already, Meghan! Mr. Snyder is like WAY out of your league, bitch!”

That girl would then look adoringly at her handsome teacher for any sign of his favor. None ever came, and his corrections were always gentle and kind which included something along the lines of, “Please find a more appropriate way to address your classmates.”

He scanned his class rosters one more time after the final bell and noted he had students missing from each of his five classes. In most cases, their friends let Mr. Snyder know when the absent student would be back from an extended vacation or the like. That left just two students unaccounted for, and in both cases he wasn’t familiar with the names. Connor Lane didn’t show for his 1st-period trigonometry class nor had Kimber Clymer for his 5th-period AP Calculus class. In order to be placed in an AP class, an administrator or guidance counselor would have to have reviewed her records so, in spite of his very strong desire to avoid her, Dan gave the senior-class guidance counsellor, Tammi Simmons, a call.

“Daniel! What a pleasant surprise. How may I help you on this first day of class? I…do make house calls, you know.”

She’d shamelessly flirted with him since being hired during the last two months of the previous school year, and she wasn’t slowing down.

“Kimber Clymer didn’t show up today. Did you by any chance place her in my 5th-period class and if so, do you have idea where she might be?”

“I did and yes I do,” she told him. “Bright girl. Straight-A student and AP classes in math and science the past two years at her previous school in California. She’s finishing up a paid internship with a pharmaceutical company in downtown Seattle and should be here tomorrow.”

Without being asked, Tammi offered some personal observations.

“She struck me as being rather atypical for an 18-year old, but not in a bad way. I can’t really put my finger on it but she seemed…I don’t know…more like a peer than a student, if that makes any sense. Nice kid. Very tiny, too. Not short just…I don’t know…whippet thin but also pretty in an emaciated kind of way. You’ll see.”

She finally took a breath then asked, “Can I do anything else, anything at all, for my favorite teacher today or…tonight?”

Dan chuckled and told her thanks and ‘no thanks’ in the kindest possible way. She let him know if he changed his mind he could drop by her place, unannounced, anytime with emphasis on the ‘any’ part as she reminded him yet again where she lived.

He hung up the phone just in time to see Freddy show up, who closed the door then said excitedly, “Dude, I have the hottest chick ever in my 3rd-period class!”

Dan raised an eyebrow but didn’t take the bait.

“She is freakin’ smokin’ and sat right up front wearing this really short skirt and tight…”

“Freddy?” Dan said giving him the eye.

“Okay, okay. But you gotta check her out, Danny Boy. Jesus, this girl is hot!”

“Jesus isn’t into girls, my man. At least not as far as I’ve ever been told,” he said with a smile.

“Buzz kill,” Freddy said quietly.

They talked about their first day for a few minutes then got ready to leave but were in no hurry as there was no sense even trying to go home until the busses cleared out.

Dan didn’t give his conversation with Tammi a second thought until the following day just before the start of fifth period. Several girls were talking rather animatedly about ‘the new girl’ so Dan casually eavesdropped as his students filed into the classroom.

“Have you seen this bitch?” one of them said to the other two.

“No, but I’ve heard she dresses like some kind İzmir travesti of…secretary or something,” the second one replied.

“Yeah! She dresses like she’s thirty or something. I mean, come on, right? Who wants to look like they’re old, anywayz?”

Dan knew better than to get involved, but that comment amused him so he said, “God forbid someone might look like they’re thirty. Talk about ancient!”

All three of them immediately went into apology mode once they realized their thirty-something hottie/teacher was listening. The near-swooning over Mr. Snyder who’d spoken to them began just as quickly.

“No! Thirty isn’t like old old, My. Snyder. Sometimes a guy who’s like thirty can be like…really hot!”

The other two chimed in with equally vacuous responses like, “Yeah! Totally!”

One of them said, “We didn’t mean you, Mr. Snyder. It’s just not cool for someone our age to want to look like…”

“Someone my age?” he said with a smile.

“No! I mean like…” the first girl said trying to get out of the hole she finally realized she’d just dug.

“It’s okay, ladies. I get it. But high school is the place where everyone is trying to figure out who they are. That’s why we have jocks and nerds and goths and…”

He kind of nodded at himself then said, “And…preppies. Right?”

The three of them were red-faced but still smiling adoringly.

“She’s probably doing the same thing so maybe cut her a little slack?” he suggested as nicely as possible.

They all nodded just as the bell rang and Dan noted there was still no Kimber Clymer. He finished taking attendance on his desktop and submitted it using the school’s app just as there was a knock on his door.

He glanced over and saw Tammi Simmons smiling at him as he reluctantly stood up to open the door which had to remain locked during class since Columbine.

“Ms. Simmons. What a pleasant surprise,” he said dryly as he let her in.

He turned away and didn’t see the other person with her but knew something was up when one of his female students made a face and another said loudly enough to be heard, “Oh..my…God. You’ve got to be kidding.”

Dan turned around and when he saw the younger girl with Tammi, he did a double take that was so obvious he felt a bit embarrassed.

“Mr. Snyder? This is Kimber Clymer, the um…unique student we were discussing when you called me after school yesterday.”

The way Ms. Simmons was smiling was so over the top the same girl said, “Geez. Give it a rest, woman.”

Tammi shot her a snide look then continued talking.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…this is your missing AP student. Kimber, this is Mr. Snyder, our best math teacher.”

The same girl said, “Oh my freakin’ God! Someone needs to get real! Like she’s got a shot with Mr. Hottie Pants.”

The class erupted in laughter but Dan hadn’t taken his eyes off of the new student yet. He was trying not to stare, but it was a losing battle. It was as if the universe had read his mind and ginned up the physical personification of every single thing he fantasized about in a woman and hand-delivered her to his classroom here on earth.

She was undoubtedly a size zero with the most lithe-but-beautiful body he’d ever seen. She was tall for a girl and he guessed her to be at least 5’8″ but in the four-inch heels she was wearing, she was nearly as tall as he was. She was holding a white binder across her chest but it was obvious she was no bigger than an A cup—if that.

Her smile was angelic, revealing a set of perfectly straight, very white teeth set behind two very soft, puffy lips coated in shiny lip gloss. Just above was a nose he found to be equally as perfect as her smile and flanked by very high cheekbones and the most gorgeous blue, almond-shaped eyes he’d could ever remember seeing.

She wore her very dark hair parted to one side and fell to just below her shoulders in a cascade of silky smoothness. He couldn’t be sure, but it seemed that the only other makeup she wore was some mascara which gave body to her naturally-long, full eyelashes and made her gorgeous eyes absolutely pop.

Lastly, she was wearing a floral-print dress that fell to just above her knees along with a matching shrug that gave a very sophisticated, model-like appearance. Or perhaps that of a well-paid executive assistant at a successful law firm.

“Mr. Snyder?” Dan heard as he realized Tammi was calling his name for the third time.

“Yes. Ms. Simmons. Right.”

He’d nearly fully recovered and broke his stare before looking back and saying, “Ms. Clymer? It’s a pleasure to meet you. Feel free to take any open seat. This is a small class so you have plenty of options.”

The girl who’d been making the snide remarks put her feet on the open seat next to her as Kimber approached.

“The coffee pot’s in back, bitch. You might want to sit next to it so you can perform your duties when asked.”

Kimber smiled politely but didn’t respond. She took an open seat two rows further back then sat down, opened the white binder, and removed a pencil.

Dan noticed she was smiling at him and that he was still staring. He again quickly broke eye contact then thanked Ms. Simmons for personally bringing Kimber to his room.

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Miranda Parkes sang along with the car radio as she made a right turn onto Jefferson Avenue and then a quick left over to Madison Street. The song had been popular back in her high school days and brought back happy memories to the forty-eight year old. Then again, she really didn’t need anything to feel good right now, not after leaving the doctor’s office and her yearly physical a half hour before with a clean bill of health. In her happy state and with lunchtime so near, Miranda decided to stop by her older sister’s house and see if she’d like to go out for lunch.

It wasn’t often that the two of them got to do that anymore. At least not since Miranda had gone back to work a few years back to help with the kids’ college costs. Now, with both her son and daughter out on their own, the salt and pepper haired woman found that she liked it too much to quit. Working at the Office Barn might not have been her dream job, but it beat sitting at home in a now empty house and watching the soaps.

Work wasn’t something that her sister, Alice, had ever had to concern herself with. While Miranda’s husband, Ralph, was successful enough as the manager of a local electronics store, Peter Moore, whom Alice had married right out of college, owned a string of dry cleaning stores that made the two of them much more than comfortable. That Peter had been twelve years older than Alice or that their marriage had been childless hadn’t seemed to matter.

A last turn down Washington Place brought Miranda to Alice’s house, a nice Colonial at the end of the street. As she pulled in front, Miranda was disappointed to see that neither of their cars were in the driveway. She then remembered Alice saying something about planning to take her car in for service this week and it looked like this was the day. So much for going out for lunch.

“Well, maybe another day,” Miranda said to herself as she adjusted her glasses and glanced back over her shoulder to check traffic before pulling out.

She had just put the car in gear and was about to release the brake when she remembered that she was still carrying some papers from the family lawyer in her purse that Alice had asked her to pick up for her. She had been carrying them for two weeks, forgetting to give them to her twice.

“Maybe I’ll just leave them here before I forget them a third time,” she thought as she put the car back into park and turned off the engine.

Walking up to the front door, Miranda decided not to leave the envelope in the mailbox since, after all, the information was personal and not something that Alice might want someone else reading. Searching through her bag once more, she quickly came up with the emergency keys that both sisters carried.

After letting herself in through the kitchen door, Miranda put the envelope on the counter where Alice was sure to see it and scribbled a short note across it. Just enough to say she stopped by and was sorry she missed her.

Miranda was about to go when she thought she heard a noise from the living room. At first, she was sure it was her imagination, but after hearing it a second time, she was almost sure that someone else was in the house. Not wanting to panic, although part of her wanted to do just that, the short haired woman decided to take a moment to peek into the living room through the louver doors over the counter.

If Miranda had seen a gang of thieves stealing away everything her sister owned, it wouldn’t have startled her as much as the image that appeared when she moved the small door open a half inch. Despite the absence of any cars in the driveway, her sister was indeed home. The problem was, she wasn’t alone.

As hard as it was for Miranda to believe, her dear older sister was half naked and on her knees in front of the couch. Her large breasts, of which Miranda had always been envious of, now hung free as her dress was down around her waist and her bra was clearly visible on the carpeted floor. The fifty-two year old’s appearance wasn’t half as shocking as the fact that she was performing oral sex on a man definitely not her husband.

The young man sitting on the couch, his eyes closed as he tilted his head back and enjoyed Alice’s attentions, couldn’t have been more than twenty-one at most. Shirtless himself, with his jeans pulled halfway down his legs, the black haired youth had a quite impressive physique. Along with a well defined chest and arms, Miranda also noticed a rather large tattoo of a panther on his left bicep.

Morality and everything else aside for a moment, Miranda found it unbelievable that such a hot young man would even look twice at her sister, much less engage in sexual acts with her. After all, the honest truth was that when you got down to it, Alice Moore looked like just what she was – a middle aged woman. Oh she was still attractive for her age, especially since unlike “little sister”, Alice refused to let her own short hair show even the smallest traces of gray, but she hardly had the sort of body that men lusted after.

Miranda didn’t have Ankara travesti much time to ponder the question as the encounter she was witnessing suddenly became even more intense. Alice lifted her head off the young man’s cock, of which even from her limited vantage point, Miranda could see was quite impressive, and stood all the way up. Then, after pulling her dress all the way off, followed by her panties, Alice climbed onto him, taking hold of his cock and guiding it into her.

“Oh yeah, baby,” Miranda heard Alice cry out a few moments later as she began to ride his manhood with an ever increasing fury, “give me that beautiful cock, fill me up with it! Fuck me hard and make momma come!”

Finally it all became too much for Miranda and she realized that she had to get out of there. Closing the swinging door as quietly as she could, Miranda quickly crossed the kitchen and fled out the side door, locking it behind her. It wasn’t until she was safely back in her car that she realized that in her dash, she had still retained enough clarity of mind to have retrieved the envelope on her way out.

“Thank God for that,” Miranda said to herself thankfully as she pulled the car away as quickly as she could. The last thing she wanted right now was for Alice to know she had ever stopped by this morning and seen what had been going on in her living room. Not until she could decide what, if anything, she should say about the whole matter.

-=-=-=-

That was a question that preyed on her mind for the rest of the week. One that caused her to avoid two of her sister’s calls, telling Ralph that she would call her back later, which she never did. How could she when she still didn’t know what to say?

By late Saturday morning, the matter finally came to a head. Ralph had announced that Peter had just called and asked if he wanted to go to the baseball game with him. Evidently, one of his friends who were originally supposed to go had canceled at the last minute. Seeing as Peter had season tickets right behind the first base line, Ralph was hardly going to say no.

“Why don’t I go with you?” Miranda suggested.

“To the game?” Ralph asked, thinking that Miranda didn’t realize that the other seats were already spoken for.

“No, just to see my sister,” she clarified, “I’ll drive myself back home and Peter can drop you off after the game.”

“Well, okay,” Ralph said, not really wanting to give up the car but not wanting to start a disagreement that might ruin his going to the game either. “But I have to leave now if we want to get to the stadium to watch batting practice.”

“No problem,” Miranda smiled, knowing full well that he was hoping that she would say that she needed some time to change before going and then change her mind. “Let me just get the papers that Alice wanted me to drop off and I’ll be ready to go.”

Taking the new envelope she had transferred the papers into from the buffet in the dining room, Miranda dropped it into her purse and met her husband at the door. Bringing over the papers would be a good excuse for her unexpected visit, especially since she still didn’t know what to do about what she’d seen.

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“I’m so glad you decided to stop by,” Alice was saying as she poured her younger sister a cup of tea as they sat in her living room. “I was almost beginning to think you were avoiding me for some reason, that I might’ve done something to make you mad.”

“No, I’ve just been busy these past few days,” Miranda lied, hoping that for once, Alice didn’t see through her deception.

“Really, with what?” Alice asked, pouring herself a cup before taking a seat on the couch.

Miranda let out a soft breath, thinking that Alice was sitting in just about the same spot where that young man had been the other morning. A memory that reminded her of the envelope in her purse.

“Oh, I have those papers you asked me to pick up from the lawyer’s office,” Miranda said, thinking that changing the subject would be a good idea.

“I asked you to pick those up almost a month ago,” Alice commented as she took a sip of tea.

“Well I did, I just kept forgetting to give them to you,” Miranda replied, her defensive nature where her sister was concerned kicking in automatically.

“Well I’m glad they’re not something important,” Alice countered, “not the way you forget things.”

Falling into a pattern that had lasted a lifetime, Miranda got even more defensive and before she knew what she was saying, let the proverbial cat out of the bag.

“I’ll have you know I came by the other day to drop them off but…” she started to say then stopped in mid-sentence, too late to undo the damage.

“But what?” Alice asked.

“But you were occupied.”

“I don’t understand,” Alice replied.

“Do I have to say it?” Miranda asked.

“If you want me to know what you’re talking about, that might be helpful,” Alice smiled.

“You were having sex on that very couch with a boy half your age,” Miranda blurted out, having Konya travesti to almost force the words out of her mouth.

“A boy half my age?” Alice asked, as if she didn’t know what her sister was talking about.

“Dark hair, very nice body, large tattoo of an panther on his arm,” Miranda went on, “I’m sure you must remember him.”

“Oh, you’re talking about Carl,” Alice finally said, her tone not showing the least bit of embarrassment in having been caught. “Such a nice young man, his father owns Martin’s Garage where we get our cars done. He was nice enough to drive me home after I dropped off the Beemer. So you’re talking about Wednesday morning.”

Miranda suddenly found herself wondering if she’s come by on Tuesday or Thursday, would she have found someone else on that couch with Alice. From what her sister was saying, Miranda got the impression that she just might have.

“Just how many men are you involved with? Miranda found herself asking.

“Well I’m not actually sure you can call it involved,” Alice said, still slipping her tea as if they were discussing the chance for rain tomorrow.

“What would you call it, exactly?” a stunned Miranda asked.

“Hmmm,” Alice pondered for a few seconds as she considered the question. “Fucking I guess, just having a good time.”

“What?”

“Don’t looked so shocked, little sister,” Alice said calmly as she put her cup down on the coffee table. “It’s not like it was the first time I’ve done it.”

“How many…” Miranda started to say, now unable to get out the words. “How long…”

“I’d probably have to say at least six years,” Alice said, choosing to answer the second question first. “As far as an actual number, I really never kept count.”

“I can’t believe this!” Miranda exclaimed. “You’ve been married to Peter for over thirty years and …”

“… and we haven’t been sleeping together for the last fifteen of them,” Alice completed the sentence.

“Does he know?” Miranda continued.

“I’ve never asked him,” Alice answered, “and to be honest, I really doubt he would care.”

“How can you say that?”

“He’s the one who stopped wanting to have sex, not me,” Alice said.

“Did he ever say why?”

“No.” Alice simply said.

“I can’t imagine what it must be like to have your husband lose interest in sex,” Miranda said.

“Can’t you?” Alice asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Wasn’t it only a few months ago that you told me that it had seemed like ages since you and Ralph had done it,” Alice said. “Has that changed since then?”

“No, but …”

“But nothing,” Alice interrupted, “when was the last time you and he got all hot and sweaty?”

The question gave Miranda pause as she took a few very long moments to consider the question. The forty-eight year old started to count backwards and felt a shudder when weeks quickly turned to months and then to almost two years. And the time before that hadn’t been even close either.

“Exactly.” Alice said as the silent look on her younger sister’s face confirmed her belief.

“Ralph is a very busy man, what with the store and all and…” Miranda tried to explain, but realized that she wasn’t even convincing herself.

“It does have a way of sneaking up on you, doesn’t it?”

“I guess so.” Miranda admitted.

Miranda sat silent for a few long moments, not exactly sure what to say next. She couldn’t believe how casual Alice was about all of this, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Can I ask you a question, Alice,” Miranda said when she regained her composure. “It’s kind of personal.”

“Sure why not,” Alice replied.

“Putting aside the right or wrong of what you’re doing,” Miranda framed her question, “are all the men you’re with like Carl? I mean are they all …”

“Young and hung?” Alice interrupted.

“Well, that’s not exactly how I was going to say it, but I mean that he was so young and good looking, and …”

“… and I’m an old lady who could easily be his mother, if not his grandmother.” Alice said, again finishing her sister’s thought.

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Oh yes you did,” Alice smiled, “and I agree with you. I’ll be the first one to say it. But what you have to realize is that I’m not trying to date them, just play with them a little. Put yourself in their place. Given the chance that a woman, even one old enough to be their mother, is offering them a blow job or a quick fuck, with no strings attached, how many horny young men are going to pass that up. Oh they might never admit to anyone that they fucked some old broad, but they sure as hell enjoyed it while they were at it. In fact, even I was surprised at how many of them really got off on the fact that I was so much older.”

It a strange sort of way, Alice made sense. Even Miranda had to admit that.

“What’s it like?” Miranda surprised herself by asking, the inflection in her voice leaving no doubt as to what the meaning of “it” was.

“Exciting,” İzmir travesti Alice broadly smiled, the single word carrying a world of meaning.

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All the rest of the day, and during a semi-sleepless night, Miranda’s conversation with her sister repeated in her head. Never would she have imagined that Alice would be one of those women who took lovers on the side, or that she could be so unabashed about it all. Before afternoon tea had been over, Alice had even mentioned the names of a half dozen young men that she’d had sex with. The most shocking of which had been Doug Maguire, who Miranda remembered as having gone to high school with her son.

“Don’t let the fact that Doug could afford to lose twenty or so pounds fool you,” Alice had said in reference to the portly convenience store clerk, “that boy has a tongue made of gold.”

Also very much on Miranda’s mind as she greeted the early morning sun, was the realization of how empty her own sex life had become without her even realizing it. That at least, she told herself she could do something about, and the sooner the better.

Waking up a half hour before she and Ralph normally got up on a Sunday morning, Miranda put her plan into action. Carefully. she slipped out of bed, making sure that she didn’t wake her husband. Stepping away from the bed, she slipped off her nightshirt and the simple white panties she wore beneath it.

Taking a moment to look at herself in the mirrored sliding doors of their bedroom’s built in closet, Miranda decided that she wasn’t all that displeased with the body of the woman looking back at her.

True, she was on the short side of fifty, and definitely didn’t have the same physique she did when she’d gotten married, but all in all, the one she did have wasn’t half bad. She’d managed to avoid the heavy weight gain that so many of her contemporaries had fallen victim to, currently weighting only a dozen pounds more than she did in her twenties. Even her breasts had held up pretty well, despite the years and two pregnancies. Sure there were a few lines on her face, but just enough to give her character as her mother used to say.

Turning back to the bed, Miranda lifted the light sheet that had covered her and Ralph and climbed under it. Making a tent with her body, she worked her way to the side her husband slept on and took a moment to look at his body.

It would’ve been nice to have been able to say that Ralph had hardly changed too, but that wouldn’t have been the truth. Too many weekends of watching the game in front of the television with the only exercise being walking out to the kitchen to get another beer had taken their toll. Still, she hadn’t married him only for his looks.

As was his habit, dating even back to the days before they’d been married, Ralph wore jockey shorts to bed and little else. From the way the folds of his underwear rested, Miranda could see the outline of his cock. That was one thing that hadn’t changed over all the years. The man still had one impressive piece of equipment. Reaching out with her index finger, she softly traced the outline of his manhood.

Back when they’d first gotten married, before the kids and all the responsibilities, their sex life had been akin to that of a couple of rabbits. There wasn’t a room in the house that they hadn’t screwed in, at any time of the day. Feeling his cock stir in response to her touch, Miranda was reminded of one of the games they used to play.

Early on in their relationship, they had established a tradition of sorts in which Miranda would wake him up on Sunday by performing oral sex on him. Ralph used to say he loved that even more than intercourse. One thing would inevitably lead to another and it would be a couple of hours before they’d make it out of bed. Miranda had decided that it was time to revive that tradition.

Reaching down into his shorts, Miranda closed her fingers around his cock and carefully lifted it free. It wasn’t half as fun, she remembered, if Ralph woke up too soon. Gently giving it a few slow pumps to restore some of its firmness, Miranda leaned down and slid the head of his cock into her mouth.

The taste of his manhood brought back pleasant memories, making her wonder why they have ever stopped doing things like this. Feeling his body respond to the wet embrace of her mouth, she ran her tongue up and down his length. Aside from the mostly gray hairs that now surrounded it, Ralph’s cock had changed little over the years. Which was to say it didn’t take much to get it quite hard.

Her head rose up and down as she began to suck him in earnest. One hand cradled his balls, massaging them as the other pumped him into her mouth. She’d gone on for a few minutes when she felt Ralph began to stir. If she were lucky, she thought as she redoubled her efforts, she would be able to make him come just as he was waking up. He was always loved it when she did that.

“Mmmmmm,” Miranda heard Ralph moan in his sleep as she continued to suck him enthusiastically.

With one hand still wrapped on the base of Ralph’s cock, Miranda brought her other one down between her own legs and began to massage herself. Deft fingers quickly made their way to a familiar spot and Miranda began to share in the pleasures she was bringing her husband.

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It was midway through my daughter Cathy’s senior year of high school. I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, and Cathy was in her room with Kent, her boyfriend, studying. A typical suburban scene.

After wiping down the counters, I went upstairs to Cathy’s room. I know that Cathy and Kent fool around a bit, and being the conscientious mother I am, I knocked on the door. I certainly wouldn’t want to embarrass my daughter by walking in on any hanky-panky!

I listened for any sounds of them jumping off the bed, rushing to put clothes back on, or anything like that, but all I heard was Cathy saying “Come in.”

I walked in and sure enough, they were really studying, Cathy on the bed and Kent at her desk. “Hi kids, I just wanted to know if you needed anything before I turn in.”

“No thanks,” said Cathy, echoed by Kent’s “No ma’am.”

“I just have a couple more chores to do, and then I’m going to bed,” I said. “Don’t stay up too late!” I turned towards the door, but turned back. “Actually, I just had a thought! Kent, could you help me get something off the top shelf in the garage?”

“Mom, we’re studying!” said Cathy.

“Selfish bitch!” is what I thought, but I said “This will only take about ten minutes, honey. Just to get a can of paint down so I can write down what kind it is, then to put it back up.”

“Sure, Mrs. Anderson,” said Kent, jumping up. “I don’t mind.”

Kent followed me down to the garage. I held the door for him, then closed and locked it. I heard his zipper, and then his belt buckle hit the garage floor. I bent over the car and pulled my slacks and panties down. My hands were shaking. I felt Kent’s huge cock poking at me, trying to find my slit. I reached between my legs and grabbed it. Kent was rock hard. My hand barely fit around it. It was one of the biggest cocks I had ever had, and I have had a lot of big cocks.

I guided the head to my hot canal. I had been wet ever since Kent had come by to visit my daughter. He pushed it in, so far in! It was so good, I would have screamed, but Cathy was right upstairs, so I whimpered and grunted while Kent drove his huge monster in and out of me. He pumped without stopping for about five minutes, and then arched his back as he shot spurt after spurt of hot come deep inside me.

If Kent had one flaw, it was that he was too quick to come. The first round, anyway! There were advantages and disadvantages to sleeping with an 18 year old, but the fact that he could usually do it two or three times in a row, with a little encouragement, was a big plus.

Of course, it was also a little problem that Kent was dating my daughter, but I could definitely see the advantages in that, too. First of all, Kent’s dick was too big for Cathy, and the poor girl couldn’t even give him a blow job. A dick like that wouldn’t go underused for long, and I liked to think that I was even doing Cathy a favor. If it wasn’t for me, Kent would soon have gone off to greener pastures. As it was, all three of us got what we wanted. Kent got sex as often as we could get a little privacy, I got the huge cock I liked, and Cathy got to keep her boyfriend, none the wiser. Or so I thought.

Kent and I straightened ourselves out a bit in the hall mirror, and then went back upstairs. As Kent opened the door to Cathy’s room, I called out to the kids “Good night, you two! Don’t stay up too late! Thanks again, Kent,” I added.

“No problem, Mrs. Anderson,” said Kent. I shut the door a little quickly, as I just that moment felt a big glob of Kent’s semen ooze out of me. It would have stained my slacks if I had given it a chance! I hurried to my room, peeled off my clothes, and jumped into the shower. I was wearing red lacy panties, and they were absolutely full of Kent’s come. “It’s a good thing Cathy never does the laundry,” I thought to myself, as I soaped up.

I did my best to make Kent forget he was fucking a gal old enough to be his mom. Big boobs and a deep throat went a long way to help him forget, but I tried to wear sexy underwear and stay clean shaven for him. Not that he noticed much this time!

It was a few days later that my problems started. Cathy began to mope around the house. She became more and pouty and unhappy. Even worse, Kent wasn’t coming around. I began to worry. What if they had broken up?

I confronted Cathy. “Honey, tell mommy what’s going on.” It took a while for me to get anything out of her, but it finally came out, with tears and sobs. Apparently. that last night Kent stayed over, Kent and Cathy had fooled around. Kent’s cock was too big for Cathy to get it in her mouth, but it seems Ankara travesti that Cathy licked it, and tasted something on it she didn’t recognize. It took her a few days to realize that what she had tasted was pussy.

Cathy held me and cried. “Honest, mom, when I realized that I had been licking some fucking bitch’s pussy juice off Kent’s cock, I almost threw up.”

“”How would you have felt if you knew you had been licking your own mother’s pussy juice,” I thought to myself. If she and Kent had started fooling around a few minutes earlier, that pussy juice would still have been wet. That was so wrong. “Poor baby!” I said. “But are you actually sure that is what it was? Maybe he was working out, and the sweat…”

“No, that’s what I thought at first, but the more I thought about it, the more sure I was. I can’t believe that stuff came out of some gross snatch and there I was, licking it up like a stupid puppy.”

“Shh,” I said, as I smoothed her hair. “What did Kent say about it?

“I haven’t spoken to him about it. I don’t ever want to see him again. I’m sure he knows why.”

I used all my powers of persuasion to convince Cathy to get back together with Kent, to not tell him what she had discovered, and to act as if nothing had happened. “You told me that Kent has a really big dick, and you two were unable to have vaginal intercourse. You can’t expect an 18 year old guy to go without forever. The good news is that Kent really loves you. He wants to be with you, even without the sex! You can’t blame him for slipping up once, sleeping with some girl he doesn’t love just for relief!”

“But mom, I get him off with my hand all the time!”

“Oh honey, that’s not good enough for a man. You know he has to have the real thing. I think it was good that he met someone who could deal with his size.”

“Yeah, probably some fucking slut with a huge gaping pussy. Do you think he came on to her, or she came on to him?”

“I can’t really imagine Kent ever looking twice at a girl besides you. She might have… talked him into it.”

“Yeah, ‘talked him into it.’ She probably heard he had a big dick and threw herself at him. She was probably so wet that he could smell her dirty hole, and it was hard to resist. Do you think she just grabbed his dick through his pants and started rubbing it? Fucking horny slut.”

Actually, some of this was uncomfortably close to the truth. I wanted to defend myself, but I couldn’t really. “Well, she might have been lonely.”

“Lonely my ass. She’s probably one of those girls in the back rooms at the frat houses, spreading her legs for any moron with a dick. Or one of those girls who gets drunk in a bar and sucks off five guys in the bathroom. I bet she has big boobs that she shakes at the boys to try to get them to stick their cocks in her. Fucking loose slut!”

This got me a little angry. I was certainly not a loose slut like that, although I had normal desires. I could have been one of those women sucking cock in the bathroom, but I wasn’t, for who? For Cathy! For her sake I had to be respectable, so at least she shouldn’t begrudge me her boyfriend’s cock once in a while, especially since she was hardly using it.

Still, being a mother means not always saying what you want, so I had to go along with Cathy. “Sure, honey, some back room slut that all the boys have had. Kent would never date her in a million years. Some baseball groupie that the whole team probably fucked. He couldn’t get out of it. You know how boys are.”

I have to admit I was making myself a little horny. Imagine a whole baseball team of boys with cocks like Kent’s! But Cathy was comforted. We cuddled a bit, and I suggested that she not even say anything to Kent. She agreed, and went to bed.

Things went back to normal after that, with Kent and I being even more careful not to be discovered. Because of that, we were fucking less than we had been, which is probably partly why we got into trouble at the party.

Cathy wanted to have a party for graduation, and I was certainly willing to help host. She and I made plenty of munchies which we supplemented with big bowls of chips and pretzels around the house. I made sure there were all kinds of pop and plenty of ice. Kids began arriving shortly before sunset, and soon the house was dark and noisy, with kids dancing in every room.

I noticed Kent trying to catch my eye, but I made sure he did not. The last thing we needed was to have some friend of Cathy’s catch us fucking in an upstairs bedroom! I was pretty damn horny, having gone about two weeks without Kent’s Konya travesti cock up me, but I wanted Cathy to enjoy her party.

When the party was really in full swing, I ran up to my bathroom for a quick pee. When I came out, Kent was at the door. He pushed his way in and closed the door behind him, giving me a deep kiss that sent sparks all through me. But I pushed him away, saying “Kent, we can’t now. All of Cathy’s friends are here!”

“Please Mrs. Anderson,” he said, “I’m so horny now, and you look so hot!” I was just wearing a black top and dark green slacks.

“Kent, you should be hanging out with Cathy!”

“Just a quick one, Mrs. Anderson, you see how hot for you I am.” He took my hand and put it on his dick, which was completely hard and about to break out of his pants.

“Kent, we shouldn’t,” I said, but I was stroking his cock and trying to think of a reason why we shouldn’t, just a quickie.

“Ohh, Mrs. Anderson!” I made a quick decision, locked the bathroom door, and unbuttoned my top. I squeezed some hand cream between my boobs and kneeled on the floor, keeping my bra on. By bending his knees, Kent could stick his huge monster between my boobs. My bra kept them pushed together. Kent moaned and groaned, and I loved seeing that huge head come up between my boobs. Kent began to tremble, so I I got my mouth around his big firm cockhead, and he unloaded spurt after spurt of come into my mouth.

Kent pulled his cock out from between my boobs, and I made sure to wipe all the hand cream off before giving it an affectionate kiss and putting it back in his pants. Kent slipped out, while I buttoned up my shirt and fixed my lipstick.

That should have been the end of it, but soon after I got back to the party, I sensed a strange vibe going through the house. I didn’t know what it was, but people were whispering, the dancing stopped, and soon afterwards, the music stopped as well.

People began to leave, early, it seemed to me. I said goodnight to the ones I knew, and told them there was no reason to go yet, but they just muttered they had to go. Many of them left without meeting my eye, while others stared at me strangely. The only thing I could think of was that Kent had given us away.

When everyone was gone, Cathy snapped on the lights. “Thanks Mom,” she said. “Thanks for ruining my party and making me a laughingstock.” My eyes told her that I didn’t know what she was talking about. “Go look in a mirror,” she said, then went to her room and slammed the door. I went and looked in a mirror, and I was mortified.

In my hair, on the right side of my head, was a huge gob of semen. There was more that had dripped on my blouse. “Shit!” I thought. “That son of a bitch! Didn’t he know he came before I got him in my mouth?”

I wiped my hair with a towel and threw the towel in the laundry. Then I went and tapped on Cathy’s door. “Honey?” There was no answer, so eventually I went to bed.

The next day Cathy was icy. There was no way I could deny that one of the boys at the party had come on me. My only hope was that she wouldn’t guess it was her own boyfriend. So I was kind of glad when she asked me who my new “boyfriend” was, making the quotation marks with her fingers. I was glad because it meant she didn’t suspect, and I was free to choose to place the blame on anyone I pleased. Unfortunately, I couldn’t really think of anyone appropriate who was at the party. I remembered there were a few black guys there, so I told her it was one of them.

“Great,” she said. “My mother is such a big slut she doesn’t even bother to ask my friends names before she fucks them. For your information, since Charles is gay, it must have been Ray you spread your legs for.”

She got up and flounced out of the room, but before she was gone, I said “For your information, I didn’t fuck him, I only gave him a blowjob!” She ignored me. I really had to think what a good mother I was to Cathy. I could have said that I gave him a titjob, but that might have made her feel bad about her breasts, so I changed it to blowjob at the last minute. You see how I was concerned about her while she was treating me like shit!

I figured everything would calm down after awhile. Cathy was more or less ignoring me, which was fine. Worse was that Kent wasn’t coming by. I guess he was laying low so as not to be a suspect, which was probably smart. Still, I had gotten used to my fairly regular sessions with him, and I was missing the sex big time.

About a week and a half after the party, I was alone tanning by the pool. Cathy was off somewhere. The doorbell İzmir travesti rang, and I had the sudden thought that it might be Kent. I rushed to the door and opened it. I was disappointed to see a stranger there, a young black man. “Mrs. Anderson,” he said.

“Yes?”

“I’m Raymond. Cathy’s friend. Can I come in?” Then I recognized him, from the party.

“Oh yes,” I said, “but Cathy’s not here now.”

“I know,” he said, “I wanted to talk to you.” Suddenly I remembered that I had told Cathy that I had sucked this young man’s cock. But surely Cathy wouldn’t have told anyone about that! She did, the little bitch.

Raymond came in and sat down on the couch. “You see, there is a rumor going around that you and I got, uh, somewhat intimate at the party last week. Now you know and I know that’s not true. Still, the way you looked at the end, I would guess you were intimate with someone. Now, I may be wrong, but was thinking that you might have told Cathy you hooked up with me, because you didn’t want her knowing who you did hook up with. Am I right?”

He was exactly right, but I didn’t say anything. “Now, I hate to let a misapprehension like that continue, and it has been bothering me. But I figured out something that would make me feel better. If you and I were intimate, I wouldn’ have to feel bad about people having the wrong impression about me, if you see what I mean.”

It dawned on me that this twerp was trying to get a blowjob out of me! “Sorry Raymond,” I said icily, “but you will have to go on letting people ‘misapprehend’.”

“No, I won’t do that, Mrs. Anderson. I’ll just have to tell the guys at school and Cathy that it wasn’t me you were fooling around with.” I was thinking furiously, but I had nothing to say. “Do you want me to do that?”

I had no answer, but he suddenly stood up as if to go, and I said “No.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He sat back down on the couch. “It’s not like you’re too proud to fuck a high school student, right?” He put his hand on my boob and started rubbing lightly. “It’s not like you’re the kind of woman who wouldn’t fuck someone you just met at a party, right? In fact, I think you are probably a major horny slut.” He put my hand against his pants and I felt his hard cock. It wasn’t as big as Kent’s, but it was bigger than average. I made up my mind.

I stood up. “Raymond, blackmail will get you sent to jail. I am not, as you put it, a ‘major horny slut,’ but I will give you a blowjob if you will forget about this whole thing and go away.”

“That would be a good start,” he grinned. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down. He had a really goodlooking cock, although not as big as I would have liked. I pulled off my bathing suit top. What the hell, give him a little show! I kneeled down and took his cock in my hand. It was darker than the rest of him, and uncircumcised, but because it was hard the foreskin was not in the way. I took a good lick. Mmmm, it was good! I plunged my head down on it and started sucking with all my might.

Licking and bobbing, I interspersed focussing on the head with some deep throat work. Let this be a blowjob he will never forget! After about five or ten minutes, he pushed my head off his cock. I whimpered in disappointment. “Time to take off the rest of that swimsuit,” Raymond said. “I want to see that pussy I’ve been smelling.”

I didn’t realize that I had been rubbing myself while I was sucking his cock, and my pussy was soaking. “You want me to put it in?” he asked. I bit my lip and nodded. “Get those panties off girl, don’t waste my time!” he said.

I took my pants off and kneeled on the couch. He gave my ass a little smack as he stood behind me. “Damn, that shit is wet, girl!” he laughed. He was making me mad, but I wanted his cock, and he lost no time in putting it in. I don’t think he was a virgin, he started to really bang away at me. Maybe it was because it had been so long since Kent was around, but I was so into it, it felt so good. I was panting “Yes! Yes!,” and rubbing my clit with one hand. I came hard, squeezing his cock with my vaginal muscles, and that sent him over the edge. He grunted and shot blast after blast of hot come in me.

He pulled out and sat on the couch next to me. “That was real nice, Mrs. Anderson,” he said. I look forward to seeing you again soon.” He put on his clothes and walked out, leaving me exhausted on the couch. I was kind of squatting on the edge of the couch, just exhausted. I could feel his come dripping out of me. Suddenly, I heard the key in the lock. Shit! Cathy! I grabbed my bathing suit, swiped at the rug to clean any come that had dripped there, and ran up the stairs.

I don’t think she saw me, running up the stairs naked with my suit in my hand and come running down my legs. It did occur to me how my life had changed. Little did I know how much change was yet to come.

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I am taking a night class at the local college. My boss told me I had to take it or he would have to let me go. I hated the idea at first but when I found out who the teacher was going to be that all went away. Sarah lived just a couple of doors down when I was younger. She was friends with my older sister Jill, so I would get a chance to see her when she came to hang out with her. She was the first girl I remember being aroused by, but as far I could tell she never paid attention to me. The crush did not last long because she moved away when I was fifteen years old. It has been about eight years since I last set eyes on her.

When Sarah walked in the classroom I noticed that she has aged very well. Sarah is now 34 years old, her hair is much shorter than I remember but it looked very nice on her. She has put on a little weight but I must admit I like that. I like the look and the feel of curves on a woman. I watched Sarah the whole time she talked to the class and I am not sure I remember a thing she said. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Sarah had on a tight blue sweater that hugged the curves Ankara travesti of her full breasts very nicely, a black skirt that was just above her knees and black stockings and heels that made her legs look very shapely.

I wondered if she would even remember me. She did not act like she had any idea who I was. I must admit I was a little bummed out. Class had ended and I was about to walk out when I heard someone call my name. I looked over and Sarah had a big smile on her face and called me over. Sarah gave me a big hug. The smell of her perfume drove me wild. I felt large breasts press against me and I was in heaven. I am not sure if she felt the bulge in my pants growing but I have not been that turned on in a long time.

We talked for what seemed like hours. I found out she is recently divorced with two kids and is working two jobs to pay the bills. I asked if she is dating anyone but she told me she does not have the time for a relationship right now. I think she knew I was interested in her. I would even say that she was teasing me a bit. It was getting late and I guess it Konya travesti was time to walk her out to her car. I gave her a hug and she got in her suv. I was thinking the night was going to end like that but she put down her window and asked what I had planned for that night.

I went over to her suv and leaned on her door. As we talked some more I could smell her perfume. I was once again turned on like I could not believe. As we talked my eyes kept going to her legs and black stockings that looked so good. When Sarah got in her skirt must have lifted some because I was seeing a lot more leg than I saw before. My eyes were on Sarah’s legs when I felt her hand grab mine. I looked in her eyes as she guided by hand down to her leg. She had a big smile on her face when she told me that she could tell I wanted to touch her. My fingers softly touched her silky stockings. Sarah let out a soft moan and said she loves the feel if my fingers on her.

My hand now slid between her thighs. Sarah’s head fell back and her legs opened to let my fingers in. I slid my hand up a little higher and found İzmir travesti the bare skin at the top of her stockings. I rubbed the soft skin and now smelled the aroma of her perfume mixed with her sweet smell of her rapidly moistening pussy. She was letting out soft moans and it only took one from Sarah’s sexy full lips, “higher”. My fingers slid up and onto her damp panties. She slid down in her seat and opened her legs as far as she could. I could see her lacy black thong and could feel the soft lace that covered her shaved pussy. Not a word was spoken but I knew I needed to feel her swollen pussy in my fingers so I slid the thong to the side and my fingers slid easily in her. Her back arched and she came as I slid two fingers in and out of her. I could feel the warm wet liquid cover my fingers and I loved it. The feel of her, the smell from her sex and the fact that I just made my crush cum was more than I could handle and I came in my pants. She grabbed my hand and told me she cannot take it anymore. Her pussy was very sensitive after she came.

I looked in her eyes and told her it was a fantasy come true. Sarah told me that she love the way I looked at her and that she just to have me touch her. I leaned in the window and gave her a long soft kiss. I told her that I would love to touch her any time she wants. I am hoping that I get that chance very soon.

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(A ‘Frank’, elderly ladies man story)

For four years almost every time I traves the side streets to gain entry to the main road there is a plump lady who waves to me. Her house is on the corner and she is either sitting on her porch, feeding the birds or hand watering her garden, from early in the morning to mid afternoon. Always the same smile and wave, if she was elderly I could accept this as being normal, but this lady is in her late thirties early forties and not the type of activity one expects at her age.

Always the same print dress, and wearing thongs. I have never seen a car parked in her driveway or seen her actually speak to anyone. She was a pleasant looking lady, so there had to be some story attached and I suddenly made up my mind I was going to find out.

So to-day I slowed down as I got to her house she waved and I stopped. I waved her over and she came to the passenger’s window.

“For years now I have been passing and you always wave, I think that is such a friendly gesture and I just wanted to tell you.”

“I only wish more of our neighbours would even wave back, but I notice people around here very much keep to themselves.”

“Yes, I agree with you there, I notice you never have any visitors, I never see any cars parked in your driveway, surely you have some friends?”

“I have my birds and plants. If I have them I’m happy.”

“Maybe I can call round and see you some day, I hate to see people lonely.”

“Won’t your wife mind, you are married aren’t you?”

“Sorry was, we separated on mutual terms just before you bought this house, I knew the old lady who had it before you. It was her that planted the soldiers, well that is what I call them, there used to be small trees in those beds with the soldier flowers a carpet at the base. I was sorry she passed away.”

“I too was married, I killed my last husband. I thought I’d better tell you, for you are sure to find out. I was in prison before I came here. My mother bought this house for me. She comes to see me at times but she comes by bus that is why you never see any cars outside. I suppose you want to call off the offer of coming round, now you know I am a killer, which is what the courts call me. I did eight long years for that bastard, I am glad he is dead,” she said and was about to turn away.

“Look Frank is my name and I still mean it. Want me to call round?”

“Violet, nice to meet you Frank, you can call round any time. As you know I’m always at home,” she said giving me a wave as I moved away.

God she sounded a real hard woman, I wonder if she really was as hard as she made out. I noticed she had no make-up on and her skin looked really fresh and smooth. But God her dress sense held a lot to be expected. But a murderer, I wonder how many of the neighbours knew that. I wish I could have gotten her surname I would have checked her story out.

All day at work she kept coming to mind and the fact she killed her husband, but she did give me a clue. She said she served eight years and she has been in the house for four. So all I have to do is look for a woman named Violet who killed her husband at least twelve years ago.

That year there was only six and sure as hell there was Violet Martindale at the top. It wasn’t as bad as I first imagined, she had killed her husband in self defence when he was attacking her after returning from the pub. This seemed to be a hobby of James Martindale, using his wife Violet as a punch bag. She said in her defence that he attacked her and she grabbed a knife and drove it through his heart after taunting her to do it. The prosecution put up a case that she had told a friend she was going to kill him and lay in wait until he came home, then she stabbed him. They admitted that it was a documented fact that the police had been called out many times over her husband James kicking shit out of her. Anyway she was given eight years without parole.

I think I would have done the same if I was her. Some women have to put up with a lot with these types of men, who won’t say boo to a man, but act tough with women.

Now I know the recorded facts, I made up my mind I would call on her. At least show her someone cares and try and make her feel welcome.

That evening after I had my meal, I drove round and parked in her driveway. At least I was going to be open about it, as I am sure someone in the street will have taken note who was visiting Violet, but then maybe like I had, they had no idea what her name was.

After numerous bolts could be heard shooting she opened the door, but I could see two chains only allowing the door to be opened slightly.

“Oh it’s you Frank, so you decided to call anyway. Please wait,” she said and the door closed again.

Seconds later she held it open for me to enter. Her furnishings may have been spartan but they were clean and neat, everything sparkled.

“Since I said I would call, I thought I would just as well start this evening, I hope Ankara travesti I didn’t catch you off guard or take you from something important,” I said, knowing women like to watch soapies.

“No I was just watching some rubbish on TV. It’s not as nice as speaking with someone though. Can I get you a tea or coffee, sorry I have no alcoholic drinks,” she said, now a fit flustered.

“What ever you are having, white with one sugar,” I replied.

“Won’t be a minute, please take a seat.”

She disappeared through the door, I heard cups and saucers coming together then her footsteps receding, then a door close. Two minutes later the door open and then, “Just coming.”

Then she came into the room carrying two cups which contained coffee. She had changed out of the dress she always seemed to wear and was dressed in a slim fitting light woollen dress, which really emphasised her bust and hips.

“My I really like your dress, it changes you completely Violet, very nice indeed,” I remarked.

You would think I had granted her, her greatest wish, she just beamed and a real happy smile came onto her already smiling face, “Thank you, Frank for the complement.”

We started talking on many subjects I avoided any mention of her past. This talking was just establishing common ground. At least we had one thing in common, we both loved playing Cribbage. So out came the board and a pack of cards and we spent the next two hours playing.

During the conversation she was surprised to learn that the woman she saw in my vehicle from time to time was my ex-wife. She couldn’t understand that we were still friends and she often called to see if I was alright and we even went out together.

“Why did you divorce her then?” Violet asked.

“We were just not compatible, we are still very good friends though.”

“I just can’t understand it, all the women who I have met hate their ex-husbands. Usually they beat them or womanised, but the one thing that was common throughout they were miss-treated.”

“Violet I have never hit a woman and I doubt I ever will. I see no reason why force is needed to make a point, and that is on both sides. A woman who throws a tantrum and throws things around, has lost it. The man and woman should keep calm, sit down and talk it over, just like my ex and I done. If they can’t resolve the problem then walk away, no need for yelling and shouting that gets you anywhere, except a headache.”

“Heaven’s abide, you are a real cool one, but I see your point.”

As I left I could see her hesitate about kissing me good-bye but I put out my hand and thanked her when she shook my hand.

“Can you come round to-morrow afternoon, or do you work Saturdays?”

“Yea Violet that would be nice.”

“My mum is coming round and I would like you to meet her. Also I would like to see you myself,” she said still holding onto my hand. I just pulled her towards me and kissed her on the cheek.

“I want to see you again too,” I said and then left. I don’t know why but I was expecting a murderer to appear different, but she wasn’t any different from anyone else. In fact I found her quite nice. The only thing she had was a distorted outlook on male-female relationships. She thinks all women get hit by their male partners.

She never said what time to call round, I didn’t have her telephone number and I could see no Martindale listed, well not in this area. At four I called at her home and she let me in, this time dressed in a different dress, also she was wearing make-up. I got a smile and a quick peck on the cheek as we moved into her lounge area.

Sitting on the edge of an easy chair with her hands interlocked was an older version of Violet. Her dress must have been long for it covered her shoes as she sat and came up to her neck the sleeves were three-quarter length. Around her neck were two gold chains, one with a large crucifix and the other with a tear-drop pearl suspended in a gold circle with shinny stones glistening. Her makeup was heavy and her lips were really well coated with lipstick. It was no amateurish affair but well done with her eyebrows plucked evenly and coloured in. Her hair with just a touch of grey was wavy and shoulder length. In fact a very nice looking woman, sitting all prim and proper like.

“So you are Frank, Violet has been telling me about you. All good I may tell you too,” she said with a very pleasant purring voice.

“Frank my mother Hazel, as you can hear I told her that you came round last night to see me.”

“My Violet isn’t a bad woman Frank, she just needs another chance. She wouldn’t have got it where I live and she wanted to live on her own, so I bought her this home here with some money I won anyway. She has been through more in her life than she deserves. Now I have to leave to catch my bus, I don’t like being out after dark.”

“Don’t go just yet, I’ll drive you home, if you will let me,” I volunteered.

“Will you, that would Konya travesti be wonderful, but I have to be back before The Bill comes on, I don’t miss an episode.”

She told me where she lived and I worked out I could get her there in half an hour easy. So the three of us chatted and drank numerous cups of coffee until seven.

“I would like to go now, it’s been wonderful seeing someone making friends with Violet, thank you Frank,” Hazel said as she stood up.

“Frank, I would like you to stay and have supper with me. I’ll prepare it whilst you take mum home,” Violet asked.

“See, she’s getting clucky Frank,” Hazel said smiling.

I took Hazel home and made sure she was in her home safely and as I left she gave me a kiss full on the lips. “Be nice to her Frank, She needs a break.” I gave her a kiss back and she put her arms around my neck and pressed her mouth hard against mine and I tasted her lipstick and smelt her perfume and got as hard as a rock. God she was an old woman and here was I necking her just inside her front door. Not only had that she asked me to be nice to her daughter, but kissing me with passion.

“Hazel, I will be nice to Violet, I have no intention of doing anything else,” I said as our cheeks were close.

“Come and see me sometime, I like you too. No need Violet knowing anything about it,” she said with her body pressed hard against me.

I drove back to Violets really amazed at what had happened and wondering just how I was going to handle this. I truly liked Violet and would like our relationship to become deeper, but could I deceive her and call on her mother as well. I had never been in this situation before. It sounded great but when one really looked at it, it was like walking in a mine-field, one wrong word could ruin everything.

When I got back to Violets she sensed there was something wrong and asked me, “Did my mother try it on with you?” I was shocked by the way she came straight out with it.

“As a matter of fact she did and I was wondering how to handle it. I truly want our relationship to get deeper and this threw a spanner right into the works,” I said looking at her.

She just stood there and smiled, “At least you told me straight out. I know my mother Frank. If you hadn’t mentioned anything or denied it, I’m sorry our friendship would be over. So thank you for being honest with me,” she said coming over and just put her lips gently against mine and walked away back into the kitchen.

I walked behind her, “What the hell am I to do Violet, God she is your mother?” I said.

“I leave that to you Frank, I hardly know you, maybe you are turned on by older women,” she said but I knew she was crying.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her around, “No way Violet, I told you didn’t I, so don’t go thinking weird things. I really like you, I told you that earlier.”

She threw her arms around my neck, “I’m a good bit older than you Frank but I feel you are just what I need. I don’t seem to have mixed with normal people and I need someone to show me how I should live that way. Teach me Frank, just be my friend.”

“Just a friend Violet? Maybe a bit more than that, someday,” I asked.

“Yes, there could be possibilities but I’m not jumping into any relationship without really getting to know the man, never again.”

“Fair enough, so we will be friends then, I would like to take you out to-morrow night, want to go, maybe a drive, or a movie?”

“Take me to a movie, a romantic one and hold my hand. You know I have never been to a movie and held a man’s hand. Usually I’m fending off their groping, which spoils the whole movie.”

“I’ll promise not to grope then during the movie, maybe afterwards,” I added.

“I’d be thinking you were queer if you didn’t at least try,” she came back.

I left after the meal and headed straight for Hazel’s house. She gave a big smile when she opened the door when she saw me standing there on her porch.

“I hoped you would come round. I suppose you told her I had chatted you up.”

“Yea, she seemed to accept it as inevitable.”

“That’s OK we arranged it to see if you would tell her, but for heavens sake, don’t say you came back or we both will be in her bad books. Now where were we when you left? I think I had my arms like this, she said putting them around my neck. “Or was this about to happen,” she took one arm away took my hand and placed it up tight against her panty clad mons under her dress. “Would that be about right Frank,” she said.

I played along with her, “Yes that could be about right, but woman, I thought you would have taken off your panties before now,” I said.

“I knew there was something I had to do,” she said hitching up the sides of her dress and then pulling down her panties. Now I had my hand on her naked mons and a finger buried into her slit. “Yes that’s right, not bad for an old girl am I Frank?”

“You can say that again, though İzmir travesti I’ve never been with an old woman before.”

“Frank we fuck the same as a young woman, now let’s see what you have,” she said now rubbing her hand up my hard cock. “Holy Christ what have you in your trousers Frank, surely this isn’t all you, it can’t be.”

“Sorry, Hazel it is all ten inches of it.”

“Heaven’s don’t be sorry son that’s a blessing for me. You and Violet haven’t, have you?”

“No we haven’t.”

“God when she finds out she will be some happy woman.”

“Hazel, I want my relationship with Violet to continue. I don’t want you messing it up. I know you are concerned about her, but so am I. Say or do anything to upset that relationship and you and I are finished. This is one time you have to say nothing to Violet, you act just as my future mother-in-law would and be good friends.”

“I didn’t realise you felt that way about her. I will say nothing, but you will visit me won’t you?”

“No longer coming home by bus I’ll bring you home, then we take it from there. You can tape your program and watch it later for if I leave later I can stay here. If you come home early like to-night then I will go back to Violet.”

“Wow, every Saturday night will just do me real fine Frank. You can stay all night if you want.”

“I’ll do that Hazel, but you won’t be walking far on Sundays.”

“I’ll get to church even if I have to crawl to give thanks for a big cock at long last.”

“Why at long last?”

“I’ve always dreamed of meeting a man with a big cock, oh what a way to go”

“I don’t want to stand here and get a knee-trembler, let’s go to your bed and do it right.”

“Couldn’t have put it better myself. I’m getting a bit long in the tooth for hall-way antics. I nice bed and two naked bodies is the only way to go. Come on Frank don’t hang about,” she said grabbing my hand and into her bedroom where her long dress just seemed to fly over her head and land on the chair, the only thing she had on under that article was her bra which went in the same direction. I only had a glimpse as she got under the bedding but her breasts were definitely not saggy as I have seen in some photographs of old women.

She took my cock easier than any woman I had been with. In fact my size was one of the reasons my marriage broke up. Terry said it was far too big for her and it gave her pain every time we fucked, so that stopped very early into our marriage. Now I had a woman who relishes my cock and hasn’t stopped laying praise on how it feels.

“Frank no way am I going to do anything which will stop me enjoying such a lovely cock.”

She was lying beneath me with her legs high and wide, she was holding onto the back of her knees raising her hips in order that I could get maximum penetration. It seemed impossible that a cock three inches wide would have ever gone into her cunt but glancing down I saw it completely in to the end. And what a feeling it was, so warm and moist as I moved in and out of that love passage.

I couldn’t help but take a breast in each hand and work the nipples with my thumbs. Hazel had her head thrown back and her mouth open as I plunged deep into her body, bringing sighs and grunts from her mouth. Then I spent my load into her and she lowered her head and opened her eyes.

“Frank! Frank you have done wonders for me tonight; I was on cloud nine that was for sure. Oh this will make my Violet happy; I know it will, she is just like me so I know.”

Half an hour later she was sitting over my hips with my cock buried up inside of her, never have I had a woman who was so enthralled with my cock. It was like a God to her, the way she talked to it when I was flaccid and now it wasn’t me she was talking to but my cock. I was just the bit attached to it.

She went to early mass with her cunt filled with my spunk; it must have been really full for we had fucked four times. The last fuck had been ten minutes before she left the house to walk the one hundred yards to her chapel.

I left for home at the same time and went straight to bed completely pole-axed. Sleep wasn’t to be mine, at ten o’clock I was wakened by a loud banging on my door. When I got there Violet was standing on my porch.

“I’m sorry for waking you, but I just had to see you,” she said.

“Can I just have a quick shower and I will be right with you, Can you make us a coffee, you will find everything in the kitchen.”

I quickly had a shave and a shower and returned still dressed in my dressing gown, now a lot fresher. I noticed that Violet was dressed in the dress she changed into the first night I called round.

“I see you are wearing the dress I like, you really look gorgeous Violet.”

“I hope what I’m going to say won’t make you feel bad about me. Take me to bed Frank. I want you too make love to me. Now, not later but now, I realise that I have loved you for a long time even though we never talked I kept a lookout for you and made sure I was outside as you passed.”

“Well Violet I’m ready for bed, you had better get out of those clothes, but make sure you don’t damage that dress, for it’s my favourite.”

Now I know all about the lady who lives on the corner.

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Joanna had managed to convince Martin that even though the wedding would be small, they should observe traditions and not see each other the night before the wedding. Martin was therefore in a busy town centre having a few drinks as he spoke to Joanna on the phone.

“It is really busy here and noisy, I wish you were here. Can you hear me?” he shouted into the phone.

“Uh… yes babe, can you …uh…hear me?” replied Joanna.

“What was that? I am struggling to hear you.”

“I am sitting on your father’s huge cock, God yes! Your dad is fucking me so hard! Did you hear that?” she giggled.

“Jo, what was that about my dad?”

“Ooooh, fuck me you stud.”

“Wait, I am outside now, that’s better. I can hear you now. What did you say about my dad?”

“I think you should call him, at least let him know what is happening. Maybe he can bless the wedding in his own special way?”

“I will call him but we are not meeting him, I don’t want him in our lives.”

“I know he’s fucked your girlfriends and even your wives…”

“We don’t need to discuss this do we Jo?”

“But honey… uhh, you wouldn’t let him do that to me would you?”

“Of course not honey.”

“Good, well phone him sweetie. Good boy, see you tomorrow.”

The line went dead.

Tentatively Martin called Richard’s number.

The phone answered:

“Uhhhhh, yes babe, you hottie, take my huge pole, let me feed it into your tight hole. Let me thrust up there and rotate it like this, does that feel good.”

Martin heard a woman groaning in pleasure and orgasm.

“Hello” Richard said.

“Dad.”

“Martin, what a lovely coincidence, I am just here with … well with one of your favourite women.”

“I heard. Who?”

“That would be telling. Can you tell by her groans.”

Richard began pounding her. Martin listened but was thankfully unaware that it was his wife to be having a 15 inch cock re-shaping her pussy as he listened to her take a fearful drilling.

“I am getting married tomorrow and I am keeping Joanna away from you forever.”

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming on her face.”

The line went dead. Whose face? Whose face,Mrtin thought anxiously. His dad made it sound like he meant Joanna’s face, but he had never let them meet. Thank God.

……………..

Next morning and Joanna had arranged for a limo Ankara travesti to take her and Martin to the service. The driver behind the darkened glass windows was Richard. He had fucked Joanna all night but this would be more fun.

Joanna was in her white wedding dress and looked stunning. As Martin got in, the car lurched and Joanna spilt the drink from the mini bar all over the seat.

“You look fantastic Jo.”

“Oh shit, thanks sweetie,” said Jo jumping out of the car and telling the driver he is an idiot.

“I can’t sit there, it is wet. Oh ok,” she said to the driver, “I will ride in the front. See you at the church sweetie,” she said to Martin slamming his door and jumping in the front.

Martin leaned forward but suddenly realised the sound proof shutters were up and he couldn’t be heard. It was a bit of a jerky journey but you have to sympathise with Richard. It is not easy to fuck your future daughter in law’s tight tanned arse over the wheel of the car whist driving it.

Joanna slurped and sucked at his large cock head before sitting on him and lowering her bare arse onto his huge prick. Joanna screamed:

“Fuck me you big dicked, horse cocked bastard. Tell me, does my arse milk you better than his other girls?”

Martin selected a straw to suck his drink but virtually poked himself in the eye with it as the car lurched whilst Richard forced ample cock meat into Jo’s pert tight rear.

Jo moaned as he fucked her:

“I wake in the morning and all I can think of is getting this huge thing into me as soon and as often as possible. He is an irrelevance and yet I am marrying him. Why do you have so much and he has a cocktail sausage?” she asked with a smile over her shoulder at her stud.

Richard responded by driving his dick into her faster and harder. He ran his hands over tanned smooth back which the dress left exposed and up through her soft hair. Her fit tight body milked his cock and as the car pulled up outside the church, Martin felt the big car undulating but didn’t realise the cause was his father fucking the shit out of Joanna just feet from him.

Richard started spurting his hot seed into her sexy arse as she cooed:

“I love the way your thick rubbery cock becomes as hard as steel for me. Ohhh yes, give me your cum. Do me. Fuck my sexy arse. I am yours.”

When Antalya travesti she had finished sucking the remaining contents of his balls into her mouth and then fixed her lipstick, Richard unlocked the doors and Martin married Joanna whilst Richard’s cum oozed out of well fucked arse.

They returned to the limo and Jo was playing with her new hubby.

“Do you want to fuck me in the limo on the way to the hotel. How big is your cock honey? She opened the door as Martin got in and unzipped his trousers. Joana looked at the 3 inch stub which peeked between the zip.

“Oh I forgot,” she said, “the seat is wet, see you at the hotel. You look smaller than normal honey, is it shrinking?”

With that she slammed the door and jumped into the front. Richard locked the doors and his hands turned to his new daughter in law’s thighs.

His hands slid over her slender muscled thighs whilst she groped for his groin.

“He showed me what he has and I want this instead,” she groaned as her lips then stretched over his huge cock head.

Ten minutes later Richard felt his balls boiling with cum. All his plans went out of the window. He stopped the car in a quiet country lane. Martin sat in the car with the back doors locked whilst Joana got out and smiled innocently at Martin.

“Honey the car has broken down” she said pouting through the darkned glass as she called him on the phone. “The electrics have failed and you are locked in. Luckily my door opened wide for the driver. You are in a sound proof car but call me, we will go for help. Call your dad too.”

“Why, why on earth should I call him?”

“Let him know what a sexy girl you have married of course.” With that she turned and walked away from the car.

Twenty minutes later Martin decided that he should call his father as Jo had asked him to.

“Hi dad, I’m married.”

“I know son, I tracked down details of your wedding and came across to meet you. I just bumped into the lovely Joanna and she explained what had happened. Stuck in the car eh?”

“Hi Martin it’s Jo. You never said your dad was so handsome, but Richard I don’t think it is appropriate for you to be feeling my legs like that.”

“Dad get off her,” Martin shouted in panic.

“He says he has something to show me, something you don’t have. My God, he was right. You don’t İstanbul travesti have one of them.”

“Joanna, come and rescue me, it is our wedding night.”

“Mmmmm mmm, wow soo big Richard.”

“Joanna, Jo babe,” Martin cried. “Ignore him.”

“I don’t think so,” she giggled and clicked the phone off.

………….

By morning Martin was wretched, he had urinated in the car and the smell was terrible. Just then the phone rang. It was Jo.

“Jo, are you ok, please come to me.”

“Watch honey, just watch.”

Martin looked out of the window and saw Jo still in her wedding dress walking towards the car. She stopped by Martin’s window, smiled although she could not see through the darkened glass and lowered herself to her knees. Next thing Martin knew his father appeared with his zip down and his monster throbbing in his hands.

Standing 3 or 4 feet from Joanna he started to wank his cock hard. It took only 5 or 10 seconds before the first rope of cum streaked through the air and splattered into Joanna’s face. More followed.

“No,” screamed Martin as his new wife took another shot of spunk across her lips and into her mouth.

Rope after rope left his big balls and that giant shiny rod and struck his sexy wife. She loved it. He loved doing it. Richard soaked her wedding dress in thick creamy cum and as he walked forward to press his spewing cock into her face he pressed a button which sent the darkened window of the limo down and they both looked at the shocked face pressed against the glass.

“I am going to enjoy having you as my sissy husband,” said Jo licking Richrd’s giant cock. Martin looked at it as it throbbed against her face, 15 inches of obscene man meat releasing yet more cum into the hair, face and mouth of his lovely Jo. Richard had been cumming for well over 2 minutes in thick bursts. He turned to his son and fired hot jism though the window into his son’s face.

“I seem to be firing more than ever” said Richard. “That is for hiding her from me. I enjoyed fucking her on the way to the church yesterday.”

“But Richard, I thought you wanted to keep this a secret from him,” said Jo.

“Oops, yes. Well I need to go. Welcome to the family Jo.”

“Thank you Richard, I will come with you.”

“Let me out Jo,” Martin cried.

Jo turned to him and smiled, her face dripping with a thick coating of sticky goo, she looked so pretty, so sexy:

“Oh honey, I don’t think so,” she giggled.

The last thing he saw as they walked out of sight was his father groping her firm arse and Joanna saying:

“Richard, you are still hard, God you are insatiable.”

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As the slow lingering kisses continued, smack on smack, lip to lip, and face to face the adoring, delirious, drunken awkwardness of lust and love blended together in the tumultuous finality of copulation. Standing there Leon could resist her beckoning body no longer. Between kisses he ran his hand down along the front of her dress, searching vainly for the camouflaged openings which eluded his discovery. She gently patted his back and let go her hand in an effortless affront on his fly. With gentle shock she felt the stiffness of Leon against her hand. She popped open his pants as he gave way to her plan. He stubbornly resumed his quest for her zipper and finally found it tucked away at the nape of her neck underneath hair and clothes. Moving in an even stroke he released her zipper halfway, revealing the petal white back to his vision alone. He felt his heart thump, thump, thumping against his chest in great pumping motions. He was aware of his trickling blood, his nerves on raw ends of hurtful reaction to his ravenous appetite for the fleshy, white, body quivering before him. His were the frothy, foaming feelings of a great capitulation to the demands of heart and mind before him.

The dress fell away at last and all of a sudden, and yet by and by, he came to the visual completion of his quest to know Virginia Moyers. In a second the dress was forgotten, along with the once complementary panties, now rumpled in silly protest against their untimely fate. Standing and yet tottering toward the beckoning bed of white, was Virginia, hot with the flushed desire and confusion of decisions made between quick breaths of Ankara travesti blind lust and drowning emotion. Her practical slip and functional bra was no match for Leon’s thinking fingers. His hands moved as if in concert with the sway of her wants and needs. He didn’t do one thing wrong. As the bra gave limply away it seemed the final barrier between her friendship and her kingdom of sacred intimacy was stricken down.

Her two breasts contrasted the chest of smooth skin. They peeked at him and he stared back admiring their lovely shape and pleasant plumpness. He caressed first one and then the other as Virginia began to feel the electric running of chemical reactions within her body and mental synapses within her brain. By now she had unbuttoned his fly and his pants easily gave way to the demands she placed upon their threadbare seams. Her dress of fine material hit the same floor as his old pants of seemingly ancient bolt, which collapsed with token ease to the commands of her fine white hands. Nothing in the world was going to stop him from making sloppy, happy love to her. No Gilead Falls judgments, no evaluations of conduct, no lists or assumed sets of values were going to operate to the deterrence of this pure and unavoidable love. They both plummeted toward the bed with great finality. On the way down, Virginia whipped off her panties with great happiness. They crashed down next to one another, locked in a subtle embrace of tender expectation. Her craving, yawning, wetness invited him with undulating madness. He tore at himself to present a calm look of self control. This failed as he Antalya travesti felt the coy gentleness of her bush whisking across his thighs. He felt her weight, so desirous and good, speaking of every pound of her upon him. She felt his wry toughness give passage to her love with nudges of delight and wonderful pokes of strength. They squirmed together in playful happiness washing away the sins of generations of institutional regret and ignorance in one act of near divine interplay.

The plight of the Black community was far from the minds of either Leon or Virginia; they were focused on their own plight. This happened to be a bright and wonderful kind of trouble they were getting themselves into. In that moment of meeting they counted the cost of a hundred hells, and the wrath of a thousand angry Jehovah’s reigning down thunderbolts of punishment and the visitation of damnation upon their disobedient and disrespectful rebellion. The woman scent strong upon her loins spilled carelessly on his own incited Leon to pitches and turns of jet like passion. Somewhere between the hungry struggle for bodily satisfaction and the tender want to please the other person, Leon and Virginia found what they had wanted and needed all along. It was between the fighting and twisting flesh of swollen lust and hearty desire, struggling with the foreign cooperative on the other end that they found the distance between hip and heart wasn’t as great as they always imagined.

Thrashing and pulling, groaning and moaning all joined together in the weakness and total exposure of human sexuality, without which Leon İstanbul travesti and Virginia could never have shared all they needed and wanted. Their exchange capitalized on nature’s own shrewd plan of natural procreation as the two of them turned it into a delightful doting of one for the other. Leon and Virginia had given themselves totally, intimately and honestly to one another in this ceremony of terrible weakness.

Leon felt all over her long pretty nakedness. Lying there moving and being moved she was wonderful in all her womanly roundness which drove Leon so mad and filled him so with want to know her perfectly; as well as she knew herself. He wanted union of the most climactic kind. He felt the rimples and rolls of her motion-mad rump and admired the erotic beauty of her hunched over him in sweet surrender, moving her hips and bottom in human rhythm to the sexual waves rolling over her soul. He watched her gently bobbling breasts sway in time to the gyrations of her abdomen as if directed by a carnal maestro. He finally felt the spontaneous clasping of hands as her pump, pump, pumping waxed quick and rapidly spun out of control while her body clutched for the bracing shock of orgasm and the spasms of his uncontrollable surge of happy weakness. They purged themselves in the pure light of mutual respect and happiness. They filled themselves full with the strong, musty drink of sexual union. But most of all they fell so deeply into love that they were unable to extricate themselves from its icy grip. In the heated exhaustion of lovemaking Leon and Virginia discovered another dimension of their relationship. They had little by little, moment by moment fallen for one another, now they relished the new sight, sound and smell of this latest expression of their attraction. They had found a roadmap into each other’s soul. Without quite knowing it they had breached the barriers of Gilead Falls.

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It was the middle of the day and I was horny. I was supposed to be working, but I couldn’t concentrate. I opened the internet browser on my new computer and clicked on one of my favourite sites to view when I was alone. It was one of those webcam sites where you could watch people masturbate.

I scrolled down the list until I found a link of someone who looked a lot like you. I clicked on it. An image of your twin came up. He was looking into the camera and smiling a very cheeky grin. He adjusted the camera so it was on his naked chest with his head right at the top of the screen. I could see the top of his jeans, slightly unzipped and awaiting his fist.

I sat and watched, feeling my heart start to beat faster as I imagined that the guy in front of me was you.

You continued to look into the camera. I felt like you were watching me and not the other way around. You slid your hand down your hairy chest, over your stomach and straight into your jeans, just like I wanted you to. You grabbed your cock with one hand and pulled your jeans down slightly more with your other. You weren’t wearing any underwear.

You started stroking your cock ever so slowly, still watching me. Your eyes were on mine.

I felt myself becoming all the more aroused as I watched your fist pumping up and down in front of me. I could Ankara travesti hear the noise your hand was making as you stroked yourself.

You had such a look of pleasure on your face as the skin on your cock moved up and down over the tip. I could see the slight bend in your cock as your fist continued with it’s slow and steady movements.

I watched as you stared into my eyes, daring me to follow your lead. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand into my knickers never taking my eyes off you. I was wet already.

The tip of my index finger found my clit and I started circling it slowly, just like your hand movements. I watched as your arm muscles bulged with the movement of your clenched fist. I was so turned on right now.

Your fist kept it’s rhythm as did my finger. I wanted you to speed up ever so slightly so that I could too, but you didn’t. Just like you. I know you liked to wait until the best possible time to come and not rush into it like I do.

Your other hand slid into your jeans and gently cupped your balls. Time for me to move too. I slid my hand slightly further into my knickers and inserted one of my fingers inside my pussy. The palm of my hand was now softly banging against my clit as my finger moved in and out of me.

Your rhythm got slightly faster as you moved Antalya travesti your hand up and down your shaft. As did mine. You were still looking right into my eyes and mine into yours.

I wanted to taste you. I wanted your cock inside my mouth right this very second. The slow rhythm was getting to me. I could feel my clit enlarging as my palm brushed against it. Again … and again… and again.

I wanted to feel your tongue exploring my pussy, making me so wet that you had to slide yourself inside me. I wanted to reach out and touch you so badly. But you were still sitting there, staring at me, stroking yourself ever so slowly. It was starting to drive me insane!

I sped up my rhythm. I could feel my orgasm starting to build up inside me. I wanted to come. I felt like I was betraying you by not keeping time, but I had to do whatever I could to set my orgasm free.

You smiled at me and started stroking yourself faster. It was like you knew what I was doing. Like you could see me. I continued watching you, watching me.

You started concentrating on the tip of your cock. I could see in your face that you wanted to come too. Your hand movements started getting faster and faster.

Yes, that’s what I wanted. Faster. I want to see you come!

My own hand speed up too. I was İstanbul travesti banging the palm of my hand against my clit hard now, as my finger slid in and out of me. I was so wet. I could hear the moistness sloshing around as I rapidly continued to disturb it.

You sat up straighter, still staring at me. I could see you were close too. Your hand was tugging your cock quite fast now and I watched as the veins in your neck tightened. You were almost there.

I could feel my pussy muscles starting to contract involuntarily. It was time! I continued banging my palm against my clit hard as I pushed my finger deeper inside. I closed my eyes and I came hard, gripping onto the desk in front of me with my other hand. I held my palm close to my pussy to keep the sensation in the present moment. I didn’t want this feeling to fade.

When I opened my eyes and looked back at the screen, you were still watching me. You had come all over your chest and hand and you were sitting there smiling. You hadn’t looked away from me once, during this whole time. How could that be? Why would someone keep sitting there once they had come? Did you know someone was watching you? You couldn’t…. Could you?

I was just about to click out of the site when you spoke to me.

“Bye Rose.”

You smiled and then you were gone.

I sat there wondering what had happened. How did you know my name? I looked at the top of my monitor and saw the little webcam embedded in it. Was it on? Was it really you? Had this really happened? I guess I won’t know until the next time I see you… and you smile at me.

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Janis and I have had a complete turn around in our sex lives since the kids are gone and we agreed to do some honest experimenting to enhance our ho-hum sex. First there was Ted getting it on with Janis. Next an arranged peeper, followed by me “helping” Janis’s lonely girl friend, Barbara.

Always looking for new thrills, we talked one evening about our next adventure. Seems every few months we get the urge to try something else new.

I mentioned the possibility of a threesome with another guy. Janis liked the idea especially since we basically already had a threesome with another women, Barbara.

The next big question was who could meet our ground rules? My ‘turned on’ wife knew a candidate right away which made me wonder, but I did understand.

Ted, from England was back at the research center for a six week educational visit. From Janis’s first sexcapade with him, we knew he was clean, discrete and really turned on by Janis and she obviously with him. His open marriage back in Liverpool was no problem. He still loved his wife, Clare, who was Cambridge educated and very open minded, but he also yearned for some variety with an older desirable woman. Ted was in his 30’s but Janis is “well preserved” and just what Ted craved.

Sure enough, after being back in Houston a month without female companionship, his 30 + year old hormones were beginning to rage. He was again flirting with Janis remembering their previous good times and me being the understanding husband. . When she suggested we would like to entertain him some more, he couldn’t say ‘sure’ fast enough.

Our rendezvous was Saturday evening. We both could hardly wait but the night finally came..

I loved watching Janis prepare! After bathing, she stood before our full length mirror with a white bath towel barely hiding her getting plump but voluptuous body. Next came powder application, make up, and perfume in all the right places. Then my sultry wife provocatively brushed her long flowing blond hair. She suggestively looked at me and dropped the towel. Her paunchy tummy, blonde bush, and well shaped, but beginning to sag tits just added to this mature woman’s allure. My god, I am always totally absorbed with every curve and sexual part of her body. Even now my stare embarrasses her a little…

Janis then slipped on some sexy, see through, blue bikini panties and a lose fitting thigh length blue skirt. She added a matching tight fitting blouse with a plunging V neckline to show off her cleavage and protruding nipples.

“Oh please Ted, arrive soon or you may end up with sloppy seconds.” My hardening cock could just take so much even just watching and anticipating.

The door bell rang. Janis asked, “Do I look ready for some good fucking?”

Her use of “four letter” words never ceased to amaze me. This is someone whose biggy use to be “damm!”

“Oh yes my love doll, do you look ready.”

I could barely keep my hands off her.

Ted could not believe this erotic looking woman that answered the door. His eyes feasted on every part of her alluring body. Hers eyes went immediately to the enlarging bulge in his pants.

“Janis you look absolutely devastating. I can’t wait for the entertainment to start.”

Ted and I exchanged pleasantries. I did like Ted and could see why my wife was attracted to him sexually. His youth, dark short curly hair, sharp facial features, well built body, that English ascent, and pleasing manner made him a real sex target for the ladies. Then there was his more than ample ‘package’.

I suggested there is no reason for a lot of preliminaries since we already knew each other real well and getting acquainted was a waste of time. This time I also would participate. After a couple of glasses of red wine things really loosened up and we moved to our bedroom.

“Ted, this is Janis’s night. We’ll let her use her imagination and run the show.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he answered.

Janis had a sly sexy smile on her face. After much thought, she began suggesting her game plan.

“Ok guys, I want to see some cocks that are ready satisfy my pussy.

We laughed at her bluntness, then both slowly removed our clothes down to the bikini shorts which were already bulging with anticipation. Nodding to each other, the shorts were slowly peeled off revealing the obvious. Two hard cocks pointed straight out and already glistened with pre-cum. Even I marveled at our excited twin manhoods.

Janis stared approvingly, took each penis in her hands and massaged gently. Oh, I was so glad I applied some desensitizer… With a cock in each hand, she pulled us close and rubbed them sensually together. Even Ted was in obvious agony trying to hold back.

Sensing our condition, Janis stepped back, slowly unbuttoned and removed her form fitting and open blouse revealing those well developed melons with their rosy nipples. With a snap, off came the skirt leaving only her see through panties to obstruct our view.`

She stepped between Ankara travesti us and turned to Ted. As he took her in his arms, their lips meshed greedily together. His hands then slipped down under her panties and massaged her ass cheeks. Now Ted shoulders were being pushed downward and he slowly moved south to those moistening blue bikini panties.

Kneeling, Ted slipped them down exposing her blonde bush covered pubic mound and inviting pussy lips. After staring in awe, he began kissing her inner thighs, spread her cunt folds and proceeded to probe his tongue into that delicious pussy and massaging her colitis. I felt a twinge of jealousy but knew my time would cum…

As Ted continued his lustful fun, Janis’s eyes motioned for me to approach from behind so I pressed my body against her back, cupped those full breasts and slid my very hard and well lubricated cock between her legs. Immediately we began to hump against each other.

By now with me working from behind and Ted going down on her; Janis was gasping, moaning loudly and rocking to our sexual rhythm. I thought I could occasionally feel Ted’s tongue contact the tip of my overly excited prick as it slid between her legs and peaked out below her pussy lips.

“Ohhh, ohhh, you both feel sooo good, I’m about to explode! Ahhh, yes, yes.”

She obviously climaxed then abruptly ordered us to stop.

“Okay guys. Now lets do some straight fucking. Both lie down on the bed, cocks up.”

Ted and I readily obeyed and laid there slowly massaging our ready shafts.

Janis, in a little girl voice, asked who wanted to be first. I replied “Ted is our guest so he’s it.”

Janis then crotched over him, grabs his cock, positions it under her pussy, and lowered onto his waiting manhood. As she bends over, her tits flattened against his chest and their lips fuse together. Both were totally consumed in their lust indicated by their out of control movements and guttural sounds.

Finally, “Oh Janis, I want you so bad, I want my hard cock to fill your pussy with my sex cream,” Ted cried out.

“Oh yes Teddy, I need to feel your big cock in me and making me cum and cum and cum some more.”

Janis then began slowly pumping up and down meeting Ted’s thrusts. Soon the tempo increased. I had a good view of Ted’s cock disappearing then reappearing through her swollen cunt lips.

I was mesmerized by the sexual action. The slurping sounds and visual stimulation was getting to me. Finally they both neared climax. Janis increased the tempo and Ted raised up provocatively to meet her.

I heard some muffled groans then, “Yes, Yes, I’m coming, oh, it feels soo good- ahhh, fuck me hard Teddy, I want your all of your cock”

Ted responded by stiffening, gasping in shear pleasure and ramming home his rock hard penis as his cum spurted into her pulsing cunt.

After their fires subsided, Janis looked at me and said, “your next my love doll.”

Her stamina never ceased to amaze me.

She immediately hovered over me. Her dripping pussy seeking my overdue penis. For the second time she took hold of a cock and guided it into her frothy cunt. To avoid early ejaculation, we laid perfectly still till my tool adjusted to her very warm, just fucked love canal.

Now sitting straight up she began to slowly grind away, then increasing the tempo. I reached up and cradled her bouncing breasts and squeezed her aroused nipples. I did everything to hold back but it didn’t take long. My time had come.

“Janis, I’m cumming, I want your sexy cunt.” At that point I too stiffened and exploded a full load of my nectar into her already cum filled pussy.

“Oh yes, yes, fill me with your cream my sex husband.”

Then my fuck happy wife tensed, sped up her humping, and came as she looked up and cooed, “ahhhh, soo good.”

After our climax, Janis kissed me passionately and rolled over on her back. I was physically drained but surprisingly still had sex on my mind.

It was early. After some needed relaxation, Janis asked Ted, “are you ready for round two? From our past experience and your young body, I know you are.”

Lying on his back, Ted’s answer was to smile, hold up his shriveled but still good size penis, and began to masturbate.

Janis, taking cue, was on her knees beside him, leaned over and began licking, stroking, and sucking his cream covered love rod and balls swallowing as much as she could. He immediately responded. Ted was now ready for round two!

Janis knew my older body would not be able to respond that quick and she wanted this to be a true threesome, so she motioned for me to lie on my back, head at foot of the bed. She then positioned herself in a ’69’ position over my face and slowly settled her soppy cunt on my mouth.

With a freshly fucked pussy totally engulfed my face, the musty aroma was overwhelming and the delectable love fluids permeated my total being. She pushed down as I gasped with pleasure (and for breath).

Now Antalya travesti Janis positioned herself on her left knee and right foot. She leaned over and with one hand for support and in an attempt to arouse me, took my still soft cock and consumed my meat orally.

With her ass now pointed suggestively up and wiggling back and forth, Ted got the message.

Standing at end of bed with his now very hard cock in hand, responded by positioning his manhood at her waiting cunt lips which just happened to be over my face.

Even though unable to produce a hard on, I was looking straight up at my wife’s ozzing pussy and Ted’s hard, cum covered cock only inches away. My stomach tightened and heart pounded at this forbidden sight.

Now Ted pushed against Janis’s love lips. His penis buried itself fully into her warm lush love canal.

Janis was bending over busy giving my still soft cock oral pleasure, I was salivating at the sight above me, and Ted was holding Janis’s hips and pumping with all his sexual prowess.

After what seemed an eternity, “Here I go again Janis, ahhh, it feels so good baby, “

He sped up, tensed, cried out in ecstasy, and pumped his second load into Janis as she milked every drop possible from his spurting cock.

Our young stud keep up his vigorous humping until finally even his youthful manhood began to soften, eventually slid out of Janis’s cunt and hung limply over my face. It startled me but then the sweet aroma and feel of new sex was overpowering.

Now I do not suck men’s cocks but to help him clean up a bit, I had this overwhelming desire to take him in hand and proceed to do just that.

The stimulation was unbearable. All of a sudden I was there, raising up slightly, holding his shaft, tentatively at first, then more enthusiastically, and began licking off all their love cream from his prick. He was now helping by holding my head and obviously enjoying my tongue cleaning. The taste of this forbidden fruit was driving me to off the edge.

Soon more cum dripped from Janis’s leaking cunt lips. I tried to catch and savor every glob possible. This was too much. It was my sexual pinnacle. Even with my penis in a still flaccid state, I shot my load into Janis’s sucking mouth, much to her surprise and pleasure.

We all collapsed totally exhausted and took a long overdue rest from our stimulating sexual escapade.

After cleaning up and quenching our thirst, we all fell asleep on the king size bed with Janis in the middle. During the night, even in our king size limited motion bed, I could feel some unusual activity and realized my wife and Ted were not through. To tired to respond but erotically curious, I got off just hearing their love making sounds and moves.

That’s okay. My wife needs this totally open free sex as much as I do. I can’t wait to devour her at our next private love session. The fact that other men find Janis so desirable just adds to her allure and mystique with me. I do believe though, we have just about covered every scenario considering our interests- or so I thought… Janis and I have had a complete turn around in our sex lives since the kids are gone and we agreed to do some honest experimenting to enhance our ho-hum sex. First there was Ted getting it on with Janis. Next an arranged peeper, followed by me “helping” Janis’s lonely girl friend, Barbara.

Always looking for new thrills, we talked one evening about our next adventure. Seems every few months we get the urge to try something else new.

I mentioned the possibility of a threesome with another guy. Janis liked the idea especially since we basically already had a threesome with another women, Barbara.

The next big question was who could meet our ground rules? My ‘turned on’ wife knew a candidate right away which made me wonder, but I did understand.

Ted, from England was back at the research center for a six week educational visit. From Janis’s first sexcapade with him, we knew he was clean, discrete and really turned on by Janis and she obviously with him. His open marriage back in Liverpool was no problem. He still loved his wife, Clare, who was Cambridge educated and very open minded, but he also yearned for some variety with an older desirable woman. Ted was in his 30’s but Janis is “well preserved” and just what Ted craved.

Sure enough, after being back in Houston a month without female companionship, his 30 + year old hormones were beginning to rage. He was again flirting with Janis remembering their previous good times and me being the understanding husband. . When she suggested we would like to entertain him some more, he couldn’t say ‘sure’ fast enough.

Our rendezvous was Saturday evening. We both could hardly wait but the night finally came..

I loved watching Janis prepare! After bathing, she stood before our full length mirror with a white bath towel barely hiding her getting plump but voluptuous body. Next came powder application, make up, and perfume in all İstanbul travesti the right places. Then my sultry wife provocatively brushed her long flowing blond hair. She suggestively looked at me and dropped the towel. Her paunchy tummy, blonde bush, and well shaped, but beginning to sag tits just added to this mature woman’s allure. My god, I am always totally absorbed with every curve and sexual part of her body. Even now my stare embarrasses her a little…

Janis then slipped on some sexy, see through, blue bikini panties and a lose fitting thigh length blue skirt. She added a matching tight fitting blouse with a plunging V neckline to show off her cleavage and protruding nipples.

“Oh please Ted, arrive soon or you may end up with sloppy seconds.” My hardening cock could just take so much even just watching and anticipating.

The door bell rang. Janis asked, “Do I look ready for some good fucking?”

Her use of “four letter” words never ceased to amaze me. This is someone whose biggy use to be “damm!”

“Oh yes my love doll, do you look ready.”

I could barely keep my hands off her.

Ted could not believe this erotic looking woman that answered the door. His eyes feasted on every part of her alluring body. Hers eyes went immediately to the enlarging bulge in his pants.

“Janis you look absolutely devastating. I can’t wait for the entertainment to start.”

Ted and I exchanged pleasantries. I did like Ted and could see why my wife was attracted to him sexually. His youth, dark short curly hair, sharp facial features, well built body, that English ascent, and pleasing manner made him a real sex target for the ladies. Then there was his more than ample ‘package’.

I suggested there is no reason for a lot of preliminaries since we already knew each other real well and getting acquainted was a waste of time. This time I also would participate. After a couple of glasses of red wine things really loosened up and we moved to our bedroom.

“Ted, this is Janis’s night. We’ll let her use her imagination and run the show.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he answered.

Janis had a sly sexy smile on her face. After much thought, she began suggesting her game plan.

“Ok guys, I want to see some cocks that are ready satisfy my pussy.

We laughed at her bluntness, then both slowly removed our clothes down to the bikini shorts which were already bulging with anticipation. Nodding to each other, the shorts were slowly peeled off revealing the obvious. Two hard cocks pointed straight out and already glistened with pre-cum. Even I marveled at our excited twin manhoods.

Janis stared approvingly, took each penis in her hands and massaged gently. Oh, I was so glad I applied some desensitizer… With a cock in each hand, she pulled us close and rubbed them sensually together. Even Ted was in obvious agony trying to hold back.

Sensing our condition, Janis stepped back, slowly unbuttoned and removed her form fitting and open blouse revealing those well developed melons with their rosy nipples. With a snap, off came the skirt leaving only her see through panties to obstruct our view.`

She stepped between us and turned to Ted. As he took her in his arms, their lips meshed greedily together. His hands then slipped down under her panties and massaged her ass cheeks. Now Ted shoulders were being pushed downward and he slowly moved south to those moistening blue bikini panties.

Kneeling, Ted slipped them down exposing her blonde bush covered pubic mound and inviting pussy lips. After staring in awe, he began kissing her inner thighs, spread her cunt folds and proceeded to probe his tongue into that delicious pussy and massaging her colitis. I felt a twinge of jealousy but knew my time would cum…

As Ted continued his lustful fun, Janis’s eyes motioned for me to approach from behind so I pressed my body against her back, cupped those full breasts and slid my very hard and well lubricated cock between her legs. Immediately we began to hump against each other.

By now with me working from behind and Ted going down on her; Janis was gasping, moaning loudly and rocking to our sexual rhythm. I thought I could occasionally feel Ted’s tongue contact the tip of my overly excited prick as it slid between her legs and peaked out below her pussy lips.

“Ohhh, ohhh, you both feel sooo good, I’m about to explode! Ahhh, yes, yes.”

She obviously climaxed then abruptly ordered us to stop.

“Okay guys. Now lets do some straight fucking. Both lie down on the bed, cocks up.”

Ted and I readily obeyed and laid there slowly massaging our ready shafts.

Janis, in a little girl voice, asked who wanted to be first. I replied “Ted is our guest so he’s it.”

Janis then crotched over him, grabs his cock, positions it under her pussy, and lowered onto his waiting manhood. As she bends over, her tits flattened against his chest and their lips fuse together. Both were totally consumed in their lust indicated by their out of control movements and guttural sounds.

Finally, “Oh Janis, I want you so bad, I want my hard cock to fill your pussy with my sex cream,” Ted cried out.

“Oh yes Teddy, I need to feel your big cock in me and making me cum and cum and cum some more.”

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Grace let the warm water of the shower run over her body, enjoying the hot prickle of the jets as they hit her skin. Normally she would spend an age in there, enjoying the sensations it brought, just the thought of what she normally got up too made her nipples harden, the small brown nubs growing erect and sensitive under the spray. She was tempted to let her hand wander down between her legs and explore the clean shaved mound that hid there…but not today, she had to get ready she was starting her first proper job since she had graduated university and did not want to get in trouble.

Stepping out of the shower she felt the cool air hit her skin as she walked naked through to the bedroom, her outfit for the day already laid out on the bed-a sensible blouse and ankle length skirt.

“I want to make a good impression and dress in an appropriate manner,” she thought with a sigh as she opened her underwear job.

“Well at least on the outside,” she added with a wicked grin looking at the skimpy selection in front of her.

She selected a matching set of lacey panties and bra that were anything but conservative in appearance: both were made from thin lace material that clung tightly to her bodies curves as she slipped them on amplifying their appeal. The light weave of the fabric was gossamer thin almost allowing the eye to see the treasures underneath. The tantalising sight of her pert breasts and equally pert behind were quickly covered by the dowdy clothes she had to wear to work, but she had to obey the dress code especially on her first day.

Coming downstairs into the kitchen she saw her boyfriend was already seated at the dining table, he surveyed her from top to bottom with a critical Ankara travesti eye.

“Very attractive,” he quipped with a smile, commenting on the frumpy blouse and full-length skirt combo.

He knew what was underneath though, having explored every inch of it with his mouth last night: from the brown nipple peaks of her breasts to the most secret of places between her legs, how Grace had writhed and moan as he sucked on her clit, even her little rosebud had known the probing attention of his questing tongue.

Their religious upbringing meant they believed in no sex before marriage…sex was for making babies. However, anything that didn’t make babies was well and truly on the cards. It just meant that Grace would have to wait till her wedding night to feel his hard shaft slide deep into her pussy and blowing a load into her womb, till then there was other fun to be had.

Standing from the table he walks over and kisses her passionately, cupping a breast through her blouse, the thin material of the bra allowing him to feel her nipple hardening under his firm touch. Breaking from the kiss he looks her in the eye.

“There’s just one thing you need to complete the outfit and you cannot leave the house without it; it just wouldn’t be right,” his meaning hanging heavy in the air.

Grace nods her head knowing exactly what he means, this was something they had done many times before, especially for big occasions. She moves past him to stand with her bum resting on the table, she lifts her ankle length skirt all the way up giving him a clear view of the lacey panties she had chosen to wear, she knew she had made a good choice by the guttural moan he made and the way Antalya travesti his cock hardened in his pants. He stood in front of her close enough for her to reach out and touch.

“Get it out,” he commands softly.

Nodding, she unzips his trousers and lets them fall to his ankles, reaching into his boxers she wraps her fingers around his hard cock, and takes it out so she can see it jutting straight out, pointing almost accusingly at her. Grace stares at the throbbing phallus for a few seconds biting on her lower lip as she thinking about how much pleasure it has brought her.

“Well don’t just look at it, you will be late if you don’t get a move on,” he teases in his deep voice, the lust clear in his tone.

Using a reverse grip, Grace takes his hard cock in her hand begins to stroke it, they stand there facing each other, his hands by his sides, not touching her in any way. Their eyes lock onto one another but neither says a word nor betrays any emotion on their face. In her mind Grace is lost in joy of working his cock, admiring his thickness, the heat, feeling the veins pulsate and throb under her touch.

Using long slow strokes to start, Grace is fixated by the way that as she pulls back with every stroke the thick bulbous head of his uncut cock is revealed looking more engorged and a deeper red each time. Over time her stimulation grows slightly faster and faster, she can feel the weight of his cum heavy balls knocking against her hand as she reaches the bottom of each stroke, using her free hand she cups them and begins to slowly massage them.

This draws an intake of breath from him, he was close to his peak, reaching out for the first time since Grace İstanbul travesti had started to jerk his cock, he pulls on the waist band of her panties at the front, pulling them down ever so slightly and out towards him whilst at the same time stepping closer to Grace, closing what distance there was between them, so now as she stroked him the tip of his cock was rubbing against the very top of her smooth hairless cunt.

With small motions of her hips, Grace began to grind herself against the throbbing staff, with a moan she whispers, “cum for me, please cum I need it so much.”

With a grunt he erupts in her hand, pulsating jets of hot sticky spunk coating pussy mound and lips, filling her panties with a pool of his warm seed. She withdraws her hands from his cock and pulls her panties up, the warm jizz plastering the material across her pussy lips, some of the precious seed running down her leg. As grace stands, she allows her ankle length skirt to drop down into place and smooths it flat.

“I had best run otherwise I am going to be late for school and that will never do as my first day as the new teacher,” she states flatly, almost as if she had slept in, not just jerked her boyfriends swollen balls into her underwear.

She leans in and kisses him delicately on the cheek acting like the demure teacher she is dressed as, but at the last second, she allows her hand to gently brush the still throbbing head of his cock, with a wink she brings it to her lips she licks the salty cum off. Without another word she turns and walks away picking up her keys and bag from by the door, she exits the house leaving him standing in the kitchen trousers round his ankles, his cock still dripping cum.

As she walks to the car, she can feel his wetness making her panties cling to her as she moves, reaching her phone from her bag she texts him, “Next week perhaps you had best drop your good luck load in my ass instead as this is going leave a terrible mess. XXX.”

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James looked across the car. She had been staring out that window for the past two hours. Silently. That was shocking enough. The woman never shut up. It was one of the things that he loved about her, how completely open, honest and transparent she was.

And one that annoyed the crap out of him. Normally he liked quiet. That was why he had bought this place when he sold his first video game…for more fucking money than he thought he would make in a lifetime. Isolated on the Welsh coast, he could go days without seeing a single person if he wanted.

But the quiet now disturbed him. She had not said a word since her simple, “Yes Sir,” in the café. For two whole fucking hours she just sat and looked at the dreary scenery passing outside the window. It was what she had been doing for months, probably for years. Keeping safely quiet while life passed her by. But no more.

He turned onto the single lane road that led to his bungalow. It was hidden in an alcove of trees less than a hundred metres from the raging sea. He loved to just sit and listen to the waves pounding against the rocks. Its eternal rhythm gave him peace that little else could. Except for her.

When she was not pissing him off, like she was now, that is. He meant it. He was not allowing her to throw her life away the way that stupid asshole had his. The way the man tossed her and her love about as carelessly as he did everything and everyone else. Like the whole fucking world owed him. He had used his illness to elicit sympathy from everyone, especially her. Used it like a mask to hide his arrogance and selfishness.

James gripped the wheel tighter as he took the sharp right turn that would bring his bungalow into view. He smiled at the gasp its harsh stone beauty elicited from her. It was the same response he had when the estate agent first showed him the property.

“It’s beautiful,” her voice was breathy and cracked a bit on each syllable like she had not used it much lately. Which was probably pretty damned close to the truth.

“Thank you,” was his only response to all the questions that shone in her bright eyes. There would be time for those later. He opened his door and walked around the car to open hers. She hesitated for a long moment when he held out his hand to her. He frowned and prepared for another battle. But in the end, she simply placed her fingers in his and allowed him to help her from the car.

It was only a dozen or so step to the small wooden porch that wrapped about the whole ground level of stone edifice. He helped her up the couple of steps while he dug the keys out of his pocket. He so rarely bothered to lock the place, isolated and hidden as it were. But he had been cautious knowing he would be away overnight.

Looking at her now, he wondered. Had he known all along? That he would bring her back with him. Had that been the secret plan he hid even from his own consciousness? Had he gone with the intention of spiriting her away like some captive bride? Not that it fucking mattered. She was here now. He held open the door and waited. “After you, princess.”

Her mouth dropped open as she took in the large open plan kitchen, dining and living room. The stone fireplace that heated the bungalow even on the coldest of Welsh winter nights took up almost a whole wall. His collection of hand-painted military figurines was arranged neatly on its mantle. It was a hobby that had always appealed to his need for detail.

A large leather sectional took up most of the rest of the room. A thick carpet and coffee table where he kept his laptop and whatever he was working on at the time filled the rest of the space between the sofa and fireplace. Off to the side was a small round wooden table and chairs, though he could never once remember eating there. He usually ate on the sofa or his bedroom while he worked.

The large country kitchen had never held much appeal to him. But he could see the light in her eyes at the neat and orderly space. Her quick intake of breath when she saw the auger caused him to laugh. “I am not much of a cook, but we will adıyaman escort bayan go into town tomorrow and pick up some things for you.”

She looked back at him and he saw the tightness in her jaw as she bit back whatever smartass reply had popped into her beautiful head. Instead she dropped her eyes and replied, “Thank you, Sir.”

One part of him was pleased with her obedience. But another louder portion knew that he must break it. She had spent five years burying herself beside that bastard in a grave that he dug slowly and meticulously. He had watched the transformation from his sassy and self-assured friend to that man’s docile little slave. Claire might be a natural sub but she was not a slave. But as always she subverted her own needs, becoming what the other person needed, giving too much of herself to a man that did not deserve to even kiss her boots.

The last thing he wanted was for her to lose herself in him the way that she had always done with the others. He did not want her trying to change, to become whatever he thought was the perfect sub. He wanted her to be her. The woman he had known for eight years…giving, fiery, intelligent, and passionate. He wanted the woman he fell in love with back.

“Drop the coat,” he commanded. He smiled as the command reignited the fire in her green eyes. She opened her mouth. But then closed it and dropped her eyes even as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on the coat. She obeyed…a bit too easily.

“Hang it up on the hooks next to the door. Your bag too,” he ordered. He studied her as she walked compliant across the room. The corset was punched in the back. Obviously too large after all the weight she had lost. Her legs were covered in black silk stockings, the old-fashioned kind with the seam up the back.

They were perfectly straight. Just as she had not dared to deviate from the line that man set for her. Not even when it hurt her. Not even when the selfish bastard placed his wants above her needs. No true master had such little regard for his property.

Her round bottom was covered in lacey briefs with only the slightest glimpse of bare skin peaking between it and the stockings. In that moment James knew. Knew the exact button to push. Exactly what would wake his sleeping beauty from her coma.

As she turned and came to stand just next to him, his smile widened. “Now strip naked.”

Her reaction to his firm command was so instant that not even her submissive nature could stop it. Her head shot up. She squared her shoulders back. The auburn hair about her face fell from the tight confines of the ponytail as she shook her head so violently. “Hell no,” the dragon breathed the fire that he watched dance in its eyes.

He crossed his arms and planted his feet firmly apart as he stared into those fiery depths. “You have earned one punishment already. You are working on number two. You forget I know that the bastard has not been properly punishing in a long time. How much pain do you think that cute arse of yours can actually handle, sweetheart?”

“You know that is a hard limit,” she pronounced those final words slowly.

“But I thought you liked playing without limits. What? You can do it for a man that would not even fucking recognize you to his family and vanilla friends but not the one that has stood beside you through thick and thin for eight years?” He tried to keep the pain out of his voice as the words cut a bit too close to home.

She closed her eyes as the words sliced the air between them. She was silent for a long moment. Then her shoulders slumped. Her eyes opened again and he saw the tears dancing in them. “Why?” she whispered.

James almost wrapped his arms about her. He wanted to draw her into his embrace. Reassure her that everything would be all right. Tell her that… Well, maybe not that. Not yet anyway.

Instead, he did something that went against his better judgment, but something that he knew would set him apart from that bastard and all the others. He offered her the explanation akkent escort bayan she sought. “Because punishments are supposed to be something you do not like, Claire. You need the pain that I am going to give you. You have been missing it for too fucking long. And you need a far firmer hand than he gave you. But you also need something that will make you think before you do or say something stupid again.”

He placed his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I above all people know exactly what this means to you. So you should know now that all punishments will be the same. You will strip naked in front of me. Then you will kneel and remove my belt. You will assume the submissive pose…legs as wide apart as I say. Then you will offer the belt to me. Is that understood?”

He watched the indecision dance in those fiery depths for several long minutes. He was not certain what he would do if she continued to argue. He was not even completely sure that he had the will to push this one. He knew exactly why naked was a hard limit with her. As he said, he knew better than anyone what he was asking. What this cost her.

“You will have to unlace the corset,” she whispered at last.

“Upstairs. It has been a long fucking night. We both need to wash that shit off our bodies. So this time it will be strip, shower then punishment.” James wished he could wash that man’s stains from her sweet spirit as easily as the soap and water would remove the stale smells of the pub and the long uncomfortable trials of travel from their bodies.

“Lead the way,” she whispered.

James took her hand in his once more. He brought it to his lips and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. This woman had done just that for him. He owed her everything. The faith that she had in him through all those years gave him strength to have faith in himself. He would do all he could now to do just that…lead the way out of this mess she had gotten herself into. No matter what the future did or did not hold, he owed her that much.

He tugged gently and she followed him up the rough wooden staircase to the loft that overlooked the living room below. This area was even more sparse than the downstairs. It was where he worked most of the time so he liked it that way. Simple and uncluttered.

A king size bed sat against the back wall. It was neatly made as always. The bedside table next to it was more a shelving unit for his gaming systems. But instead of a television they were connected to the projector that hung from the ceiling just above the bed. The white walls made the perfect screen upon which to play or to work.

The walk-in closet/dressing room and bathroom were the only other rooms on this floor. They took up almost as much space as the bedroom. Two dark doors against the white wall announced their presence. One opened up to the huge closet. The area had once housed another smaller bedroom or study as well a tiny bathroom but he had it remodeled into storage space and a much larger bathroom. The closet was neatly lined with racks upon which to hang his clothes, pull out drawers and shelves for his books and game collection.

But it was the other room that drew him now. The bathroom had once held nothing more than a toilet, sink and old tub. It now had a large shower encased in glass and a sunken tub. It was his favourite room. He luxuriated in its opulence.

“Turn around,” James commanded. Claire’s silent obedience continued to both bother him and feed some demon deep inside him. For the first time he understood, truly understood, the others. The heady power of controlling this magnificent creature was like a drug. Not even when he got lost in a game or painting a figurine did he feel this kind of calming release.

He could see now why they had held on to her, even when they must have known they were hurting her. But he reminded himself that domination was as much about giving as it was taking. He would not get addicted to this power the way those selfish gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan bastards had.

His fingers fumbled with the knots at the back of the corset. It took him longer than he wanted to work at it. “This was his favourite, wasn’t it?”

She nodded without turning around. He walked around her to the bedside table and opened a drawer. He found what he sought instantly and was back behind her before she could protest.

The pocket knife sliced through the thick cord easily. Each strand gave way without protest. “What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded.

The knife cut through the final strand. His fingers grasped the top edge and yanked so hard that she spun around. Fuck, he cursed. He had forgotten that the stockings were attached to the suspenders that hung from the bottom of the damned thing. It became a tug of war between them as she crossed her arms across her bosoms and sought to hold onto the damned thing.

He used the knife once more to slice cleanly through the two at the front and two more at the side. Only two more in the back remained. “Turn back around,” he demanded.

“Or what?”

“You know you really need to learn better comebacks than that, princess. You are not my sister and we are not five years old. Now turn back around.” When she shook her head again, he grabbed the front of the corset, pulling it away from her chest and spun her about like a rag doll once more. The knife cut the final bindings. He used the momentum to toss the damned thing over the wooden railing.

“You have until the count of ten to take off the rest. Or I will do it for you,” he challenged.

She spun back to face him. One arm was crossed over her chest and the other angled to try and conceal as much below her navel as she could manage. “You would not dare.”

James stepped back and crossed both his arms over his chest. “One.”

Her mouth and brows tightened. He fought the need to laugh. It was more the look of a petulant two year-old than a woman approaching fifty. “Two,” he chuckled at the irony.

She drew in a deep breath and looked around. He stood between her and the stairs. She looked across at the other closed doors. “Three.”

Like the little girl she was acting, she made a run for it. As Fate would have it, she chose his room, the one they had been heading towards. She was not fast enough to get the door closed before he pulled it open again, “Four.”

She backed further into the bathroom until her calves bumped against the edge of the sunken tub. He reached out a hand to steady her. “Five.”

She tried to jerk free but it only propelled her backwards. If he had not stepped forward and wrapped his arm about her waist she would have toppled into the empty tub. “Six,” he hissed through his teeth as his cock hardened in his jeans. Her almost naked body pressed against him was not something he had thought through completely.

He watched as her eyes widened with shock. Her hand that had been covering her tits shoved at his chest. He was the one sucking in air as he caught his first sight of them. “Seven,” he tried to steady his voice but feared his body’s reaction showed through anyway.

If the crack in his voice did not give him away, the back of her hand trapped between their lower bodies must have surely felt the pounding blood rushing to his cock. “Eight.”

He felt her tremble as her eyes dropped once more. Her cheeks all the way to the light brown areolas pinked up as they took in the tent that was the front of his jeans. “Nine,” he could not resist the urge to press closer to her hand. He yearned for her to turn her hand around. Her fingers to wrap about its hard length.

His words and their ragged breathing echoed off the cool clean white tiles that surrounded them. He held his breath and waited. He willed her…

But even he was not sure what he willed her to do. To fight him…deny the power that strummed between them. Some part of him yearned to break her, to drag her to her knees, to force her to face what they had been denying for too fucking long.

Another part wanted her to surrender willingly. Why would she not give to him that which she offered too fucking freely to those other worthless bastards? How could she not feel it? Feel the connection they shared from the beginning. Why was it the one thing she fought hardest to deny? Why was he the only man that she could not surrender to completely?

“Ten!”

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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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