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Two Weeks Later…….

A lazy Wednesday afternoon found Valerie Benchkoff piddling around the house, washing a few dishes, making out a grocery list and trying to decide what to fix for dinner. Gazing longingly out the window above the sink, at the same marvelous view of the backyard, barn and endlessly stretching fields that she had grown to love over the past three decades, something sudden and gravely unsettling caused her blood to freeze.

The dish in her hand splashing when she dropped it hastily into the dirty water, Valerie’s mouth opened and her eyes flared when she saw Rodrego sprint across the yard, in the direction of the barn where Nolan was working. Instantly, Valerie sensed the worst.

Scampering to the backdoor as fast as her 49 year old feet could take her, Valerie burst into the backyard just in time to see Rodrego disappear into the barn. The blood rushing like lava through her veins as she dashed through the grass, Valerie’s knees went limp when she got to the door in time to see Rodrego kneeling down over her fallen Husband.

Valerie could see that Nolan’s eyes were open but there was a massive amount of pain etched across his weathered face.

“OH..MY..GOD NOLAN..are you alright? ” Valerie stammered, trying to wedge herself between the side of the barn and piece of equipment Nolan had fallen beside.

Her stopped heart reassured a little when she didn’t see any evidence of blood in the barn or injury on his body, Valerie looked up at Rodrego, hoping he could shed some light on what had happened.

“I heard him yelling from in here while I was on the other side of the yard…I came running,” Rodrego quickly offered. “I think it might be his back.”

“YES…It’s my Goddamn back again, ” Nolan venomously interrupted, trying in vain to pull himself to his feet as his Wife and Rodrego tried to hold him steady.

“Just stay down there for a second..please,” Valerie demanded, leaving Rodrego caught between trying to help Nolan stand up and Valerie keeping him down to collect himself.

“I can stand..EERRGGGG…up,” Nolan grimaced.

“No you can’t….Just hold still, Nolan,” Valerie countered, taking firm control of the situation.

“Don’t worry Rodrego..he’ll be OK..this is the third time in the last few months this has happened..he’ll just never learn…all he needs is some rest and a good whack on the head,” Valerie laughed from relief, knowing what she found when she got to the barn could have been much worse.

Creating a wall of support on each side of Nolan’s collapsed weight, Valerie and Rodrego swung each of his arms over their shoulders and carefully tried to lift him up.

“UURRGGHH,” Nolan grunted, half from the pain exploding in his lower back and half from the embarrassment of having his Wife and Rodrego see him at such a moment of weakness.

“You’re going to the hospital this time,” Valerie spat coarsely into her Husband’s ear as she helped Rodrego drag him from the barn.

“No I’m not..it ain’t that bad,” Nolan protested. “Just a few pain pills and a night’s sleep and I’ll be fine..besides…we don’t need any more medical bills than we already have!”

Rodrego kept his mouth shut throughout the whole ordeal. Content to be the muscle behind the chore of getting Nolan into the house, the last thing he wanted to do was get in between the bickerings of a Husband and Wife.

Once inside, Rodrego helped Valerie get Nolan into the bedroom so she could forage through the house for the usual assortment of ice packs, pain pills and a heating pad.

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One day of being laid up with a bad back turned into three and counting for Nolan. Even though he steadfastly refused to see a doctor, it was certainly where he should have been. From a labor standpoint around the farm, Rodrego had been there long enough that he could handle the day to day basics. The real problem was for Valerie in trying to keep her sanity and get anything done around the house with Nolan’s constant bitching and need for attention.

She knew deep down how much it ripped at Nolan’s manhood and morale when he wasn’t able to do all the things he had long taking for granted around the farm and even though she knew he’d be back to work in a few days, it gave her pause and chilled her to the bone when she contemplated the future, knowing how his physical health was in steady decline.

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More than ever, Valerie was thankful she and her Husband had decided to bring someone like Rodrego into their lives. With Nolan on the shelf for a few days, either the work around the farm wouldn’t have been done or Valerie would have had to ask some of the friends of the family to take time away from their busy lives, when each already had more than enough to worry about on their collective plates.

That Friday evening, over two full days since Nolan’s back first went out, he thought he was feeling well enough to try taking a bath.

Thinking it was a good way to measure her Husband’s progress combined escort bayan with the fact that she had to sleep beside him, Valerie decided to give it a go. Waiting until Rodrego had turned in for the night so they wouldn’t be disturbed, Valerie drew a tubful of steaming hot water and mixed in some epson salt to help with the healing.

“Rodrego already gone to bed?” Nolan asked.

“Yeah..I think so,” Valerie replied.

“Good,” they both nodded, not wanting their guest, or anyone for that matter, to see them in such an awkward endeavor.

Getting Nolan in the tub went off without a hitch. And he did seem to perk up for the 20 minutes or so he spent soaking in the hot soothing water. Unfortunately, sometime during the process of trying to eradicate himself from the tub, his back stiffened, causing him to groan in pain as he collapsed like a sack of potatoes into the water.

An echoing “UUGGGRRHHHH” ripped through the house, causing Valerie to wince knowing there was no way Rodrego couldn’t hear it from his room.

“Oh God …what am I gonna do now?” Valerie dreadfully thought. “Nolan..can you move?”

“…No..No I don’t think so,” he admitted after a long pause, his words of defeat sending a cold chill down his wife’s spine.

For the better part of 10 minutes, Valerie made several fruitless attempts to pull Nolan from the soapy depths. His body too heavy for her under ideal circumstances, the slickness of his skin combined with his physical ailment made it feasibly impossible for Valerie to rescue her Husband.

Dreading the only other option she had, caught somewhere between laughter and a real tear, Valerie decided to go get Rodrego to help.

“Where are you going?” Nolan choked.

“To go get Rodrego,” Valerie replied with an exasperated sigh, keeping her back to her naked Husband just so she wouldn’t have to see the dejection on his face.

“No…don’t do that,” Nolan wanted to plead but deep down he knew it was their only alternative.

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Stirred from bed by Valerie’s gentle pecking on his door, half asleep, Rodrego hopped up from his nest.

“Everything alright?” he immediately asked, it being the first time since he moved in with the Benchkoff’s that Valerie had summoned him after he had turned in for the night.

“…Y..Yeah..it’s just Nolan again…This is going to sound stupid..but….I was trying to give him a bath…and well…he must have tweaked his back again..and now…well…I can’t seem..to get him ..out of …the,” Valerie voice trembled with embarrassment.

“So you just need a hand….,” Rodrego finished the older woman’s thought before falling in line behind her as they made their way to the bathroom.

Clad in nothing but a pair of dark blue and green flannel pajama bottoms that he had hastily thrown on when Valerie knocked on his door, Rodrego ducked into the bathroom and immediately felt his insides squirm when he saw Nolan’s predicament.

Naked and cowing slightly in the tub from the acceptance of his own physical impotence, Nolan was left with no other option but to sit and patiently wait for his removal.

“I can do this on my own,” Nolan groaned bitterly, in last ditch effort to pull himself free, but a moment later, he froze and fell back into the water before even getting a quarter of the way up.

“No Nolan,” Valerie shrieked. “Just stay there so Rodrego and I can help you. Please!”

Not having a clue how they were going to go about the task of raising Nolan’s body from the tub, Rodrego tapped his feet anxiously as Valerie tried to figure something out.

“Maybe if you…if you can get him from this side…and I can hold his arm here..we can…,” Valerie aimlessly pondered, too emotional now to even think straight.

“Let me give it a try on my own..and we’ll see what happens,” Rodrego mercifully offered.

Holding his breath as he allowed Valerie to step aside, Rodrego got his first unfettered look at Nolan languishing in the tub. Instantly feeling his heart shudder from the spot the older man was in, Rodrego tried his best not to make eye contact with Nolan as he steeled himself for the task ahead.

“We’ll have you out of there in a sec,” Rodrego convincingly offered even though he wasn’t buying his own bravado.

Placing his hands underneath each of Nolan’s shoulders, Rodrego steadied his feet on the floor before trying to lift the older man’s weight. His progress was stymied each time however by the combination of Nolan’s slippery, water logged flesh and the difficult and narrow angle he had due to the positioning of the tub in the 80 year old bathroom.

After several failed attempts, the only way Rodrego seriously thought they could succeed in getting Nolan from his liquid cell was to literally reach down and scoop him out of the tub.

Perched on one knee as he balanced himself for the first attempt, Rodrego prepared to reach both arms into the water. Turning once more to check Valerie position behind him before escort bayan proceeding, something in their passing gaze caused the hands of time to grind to a sudden halt.

Before he could muster the momentum to make an initial attempt to scoop Nolan from the tub, something primal kept Rodrego’s focus trained on the woman to his left. A frigid rush of electric calm washed through Rodrego’s system when he saw the way Valerie lowered her eyes when he turned to face her.

Subconsciously feeling the weight of Rodrego’s stare on her, Valerie kept her head bowed until the 18 year old boy began to understand.

Putting himself in Valerie’s shoes for a moment, it all started to make sense when she finally looked up and he was able to gaze into her glassy and burdened brown eyes.

“That day at the feed store when she caught me staring at the clerk..the way she looked away and was flustered for the rest of the day..she’s doing the same exact thing now..only worse,” Rodrego pondered, his groin gradually beginning to tighten as the strange interplay unfolded. “And now here she is..standing right in front of me…helpless…having to watch her Husband like this……at his weakest.”

Oblivious to the fact that Nolan’s left hand was still firmly cinched around his bicep, Rodrego kept his burning glare focused on Valerie, looking through the window of her soul with laser-like precision until the older woman’s chest began to heave up and down.

The only sound in the bathroom, other than the three intermingled heartbeats, was the occasional drip of water from the faucet into the tub of now stagnant water below.

Unable to cognitively process quite what was happening, Nolan felt as if he had been kicked in the stomach when Rodrego raised up from the floor, causing the life grip he had on the muscular boy’s right arm to slowly, and dreadfully, let go.

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His lone tether to Rodrego now severed, Nolan was forced to sit back in the tub and take in the full implication of the young stud’s fascination with Valerie. And in his position, there was absolutely nothing Nolan could do about it.

In a blinding and maddening rush, Nolan’s face went lifeless as he re-lived every single personal failing of the recent months, from his inability to perform in the bedroom for his wife to the constant and nagging issues of his health around the farm. Wincing, as if his tear ducts were secreting acid, Nolan felt his stomach roll when he saw the inescapable bulge pushing out the front of Rodrego’s flannel pajamas bottoms.

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Everything the Benchkoff’s had done for him since his arrival in Iowa played like a conflicted concerto inside Rodrego’s head. Everything he had learned about work ethic, dedication and loyalty from the married couple caused icicles of guilt to form in his bloodstream.

“He’s been about the best Father Figure I’ve ever had,” Rodrego tortured himself. “And Valerie…she’s been there for me at every turn…letting me into her home as if she’s known me all my life…and now..I’m about to do…this?”

Feeling the walls of his sanity closing in from every direction, Rodrego vacillated in place between Nolan and Valerie, knowing he’d be the one to make the next move. Turning his gaze once more to Nolan in the tub, Rodrego’s heart sunk as he studied the older man’s face.

“Try to get me out..one more time..please,” Nolan’s eyes seemed to beg.

His heavy balls tingling as his cock continued to harden, Rodrego bit his lip and turned away from Nolan to face Valerie. His erection pointing like a divining rod directly at the cowering married woman, Rodrego took a step towards her, extending his right hand until it disappeared behind Valerie’s back. In one measured and perfect motion, Rodrego flexed his palm open and clamped it like a vice around Valerie’s left asscheek.

What air that was left in Valerie’s lungs gurgled free from her throat when she felt the 18 year old pull her startled body towards him. Nudged helplessly forward, Valerie’s timid voice shrieked the instant the tip of Rodrego’s protruding penis pressed into her soft belly.

“You like the way that feels?” Rodrego’s inflamed expression seemed to ask as he kept his cock wedged firmly against Valerie’s abdomen at the same time he kneaded her ass with his right hand.

Removing his palming grip from Valerie’s behind after a half minute of rough fondling, Rodrego scoured his fingers over the gasping woman’s waist before guiding his advances all the way up to the front of Valerie’s nightshirt. Clamping his right hand tightly down over the voluptuous endowment of the trembling married woman’s left breast, Rodrego felt his fingertips tingle as wave after wave of adrenaline pumped through his aroused young body.

Squeezing the fleshy weight of Valerie’s bosom, in essence, clearly marking it and the rest of the her body as his, Rodrego stole a quick glance in the mirror just to see that Nolan was still sitting bayan escort gaziantep stoically in the tub, helpless to do nothing but look on.

Releasing his grip momentarily from the buxom woman’s left breast, Rodrego eased his right hand down the side of Valerie’s torso until his fingers found her left wrist. Pulling her arm forward, Rodrego used his thumb to peel apart Valerie’s fingers before mashing her opened palm directly against the rock solid appendage straining through the front of his pants.

“Oh my God,” Valerie’s gasped weakly, the tendons in her forearm flexing erratically as the unflinching teenager held her hand against his crotch.

Standing in place, seeming to curiously taunt Valerie with his manhood, Rodrego allowed her to repeatedly roll her sweaty palm over the jutting bulge of his sheathed penis.

“Leave you hand there,” Rodrego’s glaring and intense eyes seemed to say as he released his steadying grip from Valerie’s wrist.

An illuminating smile spread across Rodrego’s hawkish face when he looked down at the way Valerie hypnotically kept her hand placed against his throbbing groin.

Quickly digging his freed fingers into the bottom hem of the stunned woman’s nightshirt, Rodrego wasted no time lifting it all the way up her chest, revealing Valerie’s heavy and sagging breasts.

“YESSS,” the teenage hunk hissed approvingly, before clamping his left hand down on Valerie’s ample mounds of alabastor flesh.

“Those are the biggest tits I’ve ever seen,” Rodrego whispered to Valerie, now completely ignoring her Husband’s presence behind him.

Draping the front of Valerie’s raised teeshirt over the swells of her breasts to free his hands, Rodrego took a calm step back to admire the older woman’s partial nudity.

“I want to see that pussy too,” a voice in his head soon demanded.

Licking the glistening saliva from his lips with his long, angular tongue, Rodrego leaned forward once again and placed his hands on each of Valerie’s hips. Rubbing his fingers over the warm skin of the swooning woman’s belly, the Puerto Rican stud hooked the fabric of Valerie’s white panties around his thumbs and crudely yanked them down to the floor, leaving her breasts and privates completely exposed.

“OH..FUCKIN…YEAH,” Rodrego grinned, allowing his nasal passages to fill with the tangy feminine scent rising from Valerie’s oily pink sheath.

Cupping his hand forward as if he was examining an ripe apple on a fruit stand, Rodrego closed his grip around Valerie’s entire pubic region, allowing the thick, matted patch of curled hair to tickle his fingers as Valerie’s cunt oozed over the entire width of his massaging palm.

“You really do want this?” Rodrego scoldingly looked across into the older woman’s trembling face.

Keeping his right hand embedded between Valerie’s thighs, Rodrego raised his left hand once again and resumed his fondling assault on both of the shaken woman’s swaying breasts.

Thumbing each of Valerie’s nipples to full and shameful hardness right in the center of the bathroom, Rodrego caught Valerie stealing a quick and guilty peek down to her Husband languishing in the tub. An instant later he saw how she bowed her head once again as a series of chilling goosebumps darted across her exposed flesh.

“Get down on your knees Valerie..right now,” Rodrego calmly demanded, not wanting to lose the moment.

Giving Valerie’s pussy one last urgent squeeze, Rodrego then placed both his hands against her heaving chest until she acquiesced and began to drop to the floor. Her face now at eye level with his crotch, Rodrego took Valerie by both shoulders and gradually worked her hands up to the front of his pajama bottoms.

“This is what you’ve been thinking about ever since I got here..ain’t it?” Rodrego gently prodded. “Now you’re this close to it…don’t try to lie or deny it Valerie …about all the times I’ve caught you stealing glances at me..now here’s your chance..take it out and do what you want to with it.”

Digging Valerie’s quivering white fingers into the elastic band of his pants, Rodrego selfishly measured every subtle reaction dripping from Valerie’s pores as inch after inch of his smooth and shiny brown beheamouth came into view.

Watching Valerie gulp several times as his veiny and rigid erection continued to fill her widening eyes, Rodrego placed his right hand on the top of Valerie’s head as she teetered below.

“ALRIGHT,” the teenager gasped proudly when the entirety of his uncircumcised manhood finally swung free from its constraints, jerking wildly through the air in front of Valerie’s face as she knelt between his muscular calves.

Switching his left hand to the top of Valerie’s scalp, Rodrego used his right hand to grip the base of his freed prick, aiming it directly at the married woman’s chin until several streaks of precum were painted just below her sheepish pink lips.

“Suck it..Go ahead and suck it, ” Rodrego hissed down, before pulling his virile girth away from Valerie’s hesitantly opened mouth as soon as she made an attempt.

Repeating that teasing act several times, enjoying the way Valerie leaned forward further each time only to come up short, Rodrego cast a quick gaze over to Nolan in the tub and marvaled from the look of awe on the older man’s face at the way he freely taunted his kneeling wife.

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Ok, readers…here’s Chapter 3 of Journey Onward. I know it has been awhile since I’ve added a chapter, but hopefully the wait for Chapter 4 will be nowhere near as long. Speaking of Chapter 4, it will likely be the last chapter in this tale. As always I welcome your feedback and comments. Hope you enjoy!

*****

Jake stepped behind the woman pouring wine in the kitchen and placed his hands on her bare arms. She was startled for a moment, but after Jake gently kissed her exposed neck, she relaxed and continued to pour. He whispered, “do you have any idea how magnificent you look from behind?”

Sandra blushed as she finished pouring and turned around to face him. She reached up and pulled Jake’s face down to meet hers and placed a kiss gently on his lips.

“You smooth talker. Keep that up, and we will see what happens.”

*****

It had been an interesting few days for Jake leading up to that moment. He had created a profile on a dating website, and hadn’t received very many responses. The free trial period had nearly come to an end, and he was considering scrapping the whole thing and going in a different direction to try to meet someone.

He’d been in his new surroundings for about 6 months, and was getting settled in nicely. Work was going well, he loved where he was living, and had acclimated to the weather. The one downside was a lack of a social life. Jake had always been a bit shy and reserved, so meeting new people, expanding his social circle, and more critically, dating was always a challenge. Once he got to know someone, he was sociable, but getting to that point was difficult.

During that time, he felt the grief and sadness over Kate’s death begin to lift and heeding her wishes, began to think about exploring who might be out there for him. He had taken notice of some women at work, but was hesitant to pursue that avenue for a couple of reasons. One was that getting involved with someone you work with could backfire if things went south and the other was that he was considerably older than most of the people he worked with.

Jake had primarily dated and been with women older than him. He had no issue dating someone a few years younger, but most of the women at work were 15 to 20 years younger than him. He was old enough to be their father or uncle. While he would check out and admire these younger women, he chose for them to remain off limits to any potential advances from him.

There were some women closer to his age, only in fewer numbers. It did seem like most of them had wedding bands, though. He didn’t want to go down that route, either. It usually was nothing but trouble that ended badly for everyone involved.

With those obstacles in place, he decided to cross work off of his list of potential places to meet someone. That didn’t stop him from turning his flirtatious side on from time to time if he sensed that he was being flirted with. He chose, though, not to take things beyond that.

With work, then, being off limits, his other avenues were limited. He could frequent the bars, but he isn’t much of a drinker and didn’t want to spend the time or money. He thought about finding some social gathering or church or something on meetup.com to pass the time, but his shyness kept him from taking that leap.

That left online dating. It was how he met Kate, so it wasn’t a foreign concept to him. It would allow him to screen potential dates from the safety of home, and perhaps eliminate some of the small talk that is common on first dates. He found a site that was running a special trial period and started to create his profile. He cringed at some of the questions, but filled it out anyway figuring the more info that was there, the less sifting through of random messages he’d have to do.

It took him awhile to go through it all and find a suitable picture to post. Once it was up and to his liking, he started to poke around the site to see what he might find. He quickly realized the pickings were slim. There seemed to be many more profiles of men than women, and those women on there were generally about the same age of those women at work. There were a handful of women that were his age, but none of them really stood out.

He stood up, sighed, and closed out of the site. He figured he had the free 30 day trial period to see what might pop up before he had to make any decision about whether or not to continue on. He wasn’t feeling too optimistic based on what he had seen so far, but who knew what would happen.

A week had gone by, and Jake had almost forgotten about the dating site when he received an email saying that he had new matches. He logged in, and there indeed had been some new people who had created accounts. He read through them, and one or two of them caught his interest. He fired off a couple of emails to them to see what might happen.

The first woman was 42, blonde and recently divorced. It seemed like she and Jake had quite a bit in common, so he thought he would test the waters and see what happened.

The other ateşli gaziantep escort bayan woman was 48, brunette, and not so recently divorced. Her name was Sandra, and the more he read her profile, the more he was intrigued. She was into some similar things as he, such reading and writing as well as being a sports fan. The care with which she filled her profile out really interested him. Then, there was her picture. She was full figured, with an attractive round face, a great smile and dark brown hair. He felt an instant attraction to her. She seemed elegant. Combined with the text in the ad, he was very interested. He took the time to craft a heartfelt message to her and hit send with hopes that he’d hear back from her soon.

A day or so went by, and he heard from the blonde, Kelly. She thanked him for his email, but told him that she had already gotten back into a relationship with someone from another dating site so she was closing this account. Jake shrugged and decided it was not meant to be. He checked his outbox and saw that the email he sent to Sandra had been read, but he hadn’t received a response yet. He was guessing that she had read it, and decided she wasn’t interested so he moved on to looking through other profiles. Nothing grabbed his attention, and he decided to go do something more productive.

Two weeks had passed by, and he had loosened up a bit a work. He had been flirting some with another employee who had started at the same time as him. She was quite a bit younger, but there was an attraction there. They had talked about grabbing coffee sometime, but it hadn’t happened yet primarily thanks to her busy schedule. Occasionally, they would see each other in the halls and talk for a minute or two, but that had been the extent of it. He stopped worrying about that and decided that if it happened, great, and if it didn’t, he had someone at work he could be friendly with when they passed each other.

It was getting near the end of that 30-day trial period, and Jake made a note to go in and cancel the membership a day or two before. On a whim, he decided to log in and see if there was a way to cancel early. He was poking around the site to see if he could find any info, when he saw a message notification pop up saying he had new mail. He navigated over to the mail, and when he opened it, he saw a message from Sandra.

He perked up a little, and opened the message. She opened by apologizing profusely for not getting back to him sooner. She, like him, had only planned on being around for the free 30 days, and then completely forgot about it until she had logged in to see about cancelling it. She said that she had received a few messages, but that Jake’s really caught her eye and she wanted to make sure she responded. He read through it, and a smile grew on his face. She seemed like someone he really wanted to meet and get to know. Plus, she was very attractive.

She closed the message by giving Jake her personal email address since she was closing the account down and wouldn’t have access to the site anymore. Jake quickly copied that info down, and jumped over to his personal email and started typing a message to Sandra.

The next few days were a flurry of email messages sent back and forth getting to know one another with it ending in the agreement that they would go out on Saturday night for dinner. Sandra had lived in the area for years, and she knew of the perfect place off the beaten path where they could have a quiet dinner. She said she could come to him and leave her car and he could drive them there.

He had a hard time concentrating at work on Friday and was restless Friday night and for most of Saturday. She had told him this was a fairly casual place, so he decided on one of his golf shirts and a decent pair of slacks to wear. He looked at the clock and decided that it was late enough to finally start getting ready. He took his time showering and shaving. Once that was done, he gave his clothes a quick trip on the ironing board before heading into the living room to put some music on for when she arrived.

He took a look at the clock and saw that she should be getting there within the next 10 minutes or so. He tried to sit on the couch, but had too much nervous energy, so he got up and paced around some. On a lark, he decided to pull a couple of wine glasses down from the cabinet and got a nice bottle of red and set it on the kitchen counter in case things went well and she decided to come in after dinner. He mused it could also be used in case things didn’t go so well, and he could drown his sorrows instead. He shook that thought out of his head and decided that he would be optimistic and would think about the positive option.

He heard a car pulling up, and looked out the window. He took a deep breath to calm the butterflies, and started towards the door. The doorbell rang just as he placed his hand on the knob to open it up. He opened the door and was momentarily left speechless.

Sandra bakımlı gaziantep escort bayan stood in front of him in a sleeveless black dress that went down to right above her knees. She had a beautiful, full figured body with curves in all the right places. Her breasts appeared to be perfectly sized for her body, and her hips flared out causing the dress to expand with them. She had strong looking legs that ended in a pair of 3 inch heels. Jake drew in his breath to take a pause from looking at the rest of her, and looked into her waiting eyes.

He grinned sheepishly and said, “hi, I’m Jake,” and reached a hand out to her.

“Oh, stop…no handshake here. We’ve been talking enough that I think I hug at the very least is in order.”

Jake agreed and reached his arms out and took her into his embrace, pausing to give her a kiss on the cheek. He was amazed at how she fit in his arms. She was soft in all the right places as he felt her breasts press into his chest. He quickly realized that he should probably end this embrace before his quickly growing erection sprouted to full size.

They broke apart, and Sandra chuckled a little bit as they did and said, “it’s been a very long time since I got that reaction out of a man.”

Jake couldn’t quite believe that and said, “I have a hard time believing that. You are incredibly sexy, and that hug was amazing.”

“You are such a smooth talker, but sadly it is true. Knowing I can still cause that kind of reaction was a very pleasant realization. Thank you, Jake, for giving this old woman a cheap thrill.”

“Stop…just stop. You are far from old and I stand firm on by belief that you are a sexy woman.”

Sandra shook her head again, and said, “Enough of this. We need to get going to dinner. It has been awhile since I’ve been there, and I can’t wait to share it with you.”

Jake laughed and grabbed his car keys as they headed out the door. They walked down the walk to the car in the driveway, and he stopped for a moment to admire the view from behind. Sandra had a beautiful full, round ass that fit perfectly in her dress. The material hugged her cheeks and her hips as she walked forward, and Jake felt things stirring from below again.

Sandra ended his little reverie by saying, “Hey, did I lose you?”

“Nope, just stopped to admire the view. And what a view it is!”

That drew a snort from her followed by a rebuke. “You are incorrigible. What am I going to do with you?”

He laughed and ran ahead of Sandra to get the car door for her. That earned him a smile and a kiss on the cheek as she climbed into the car. “Such a gentleman. There may be hope for you yet!”

That got a laugh out of Jake as he got in and started the car. He had no idea where they were going, so he late Sandra do the navigating. After 20 minutes or so, they were pulling into the parking lot of a small restaurant that overlooked Lake Michigan. The time seemed to have gone quickly as they fell into easy conversation in between the directions to get to this place.

Jake got out of the car, and ran around to open up the door for Sandra. “This is beautiful. Until I came back here, I didn’t realize how much I missed the lake. Thanks for choosing this place.”

Sandra smiled up at him and said, “I figured this would be a hit for you. Sometimes I take the lake for granted, having been around here for so long. But, it is always a beautiful site. Now, come on. The food is as good as the view.”

He doubted that a bit inwardly, but trusted her judgement and they went in.

She wasn’t wrong. The meal was delicious and fresh with a great atmosphere. The time melted away as they talked through the entire meal about life, past experiences, and hopes for the future. Jake admitted that this was the first date he had been on since Kate’s death where he was truly having a wonderful time and attributed that to the company. Sandra recounted that the last few years of her marriage were full of benign neglect and a lack of appreciation from her husband as well as a total absence of sex.

The meal was wrapping up and there was a pause in the conversation. Jake looked across the table and asked, “would you like to come back to my place to keep this going?”

“Well, I do have to go back there seeing as how my car is there, but I would love to come in for a bit to spend some more time with you.”

With that said, Jake paid the bill and they were on the way back to his house. There was a building sense of anticipation in the car as they made the trip back. Both could feel it as they pulled into Jake’s neighborhood and into the driveway.

He put the car in park, and went around to let Sandra out. Instead of backing away to let her get by, he pulled her into his arms as she got out of the car. He whispered, “I had a wonderful time tonight, and I’m excited to see where this will lead.” He pulled her closer and planted a gentle, passionate kiss on her lips. He felt her gaziantep bayan escort melt into his arms as the kiss lingered. They reluctantly pulled apart and nothing more was said as they walked up to the front door hand in hand.

He opened the door, and followed her in and directed her down the hall. He said, “I need to step into the restroom for a moment. If you’d like, there’s a bottle of wine with a couple of glasses in the kitchen.”

“That sounds delightful. I’ll get those poured while you do what you need to do.”

Jake conducted his business, washed his hands, and headed back to the kitchen.

He stepped behind her in the kitchen and placed his hands on her bare arms. She was startled for a moment, but after Jake gently kissed her exposed neck, she relaxed and continued to pour. He whispered, “Do you have any idea how magnificent you look from behind?”

Sandra blushed as she finished pouring and turned around to face him. She reached up and pulled Jake’s face down to meet hers and placed a kiss gently on his lips.

“You smooth talker. Keep that up, and we will see what happens.”

He searched out for her lips again, and continued to kiss. The wine was momentarily forgotten as the kiss became more intense and passionate. Sandra’s breasts were pressing into Jake’s chest, as her thigh made its way between Jake’s legs. His quickly growing erection was easily felt through the layers of clothes between them.

Sandra came up for air. “Whew…that’s hot. I need to cool down for a second.”

“Let’s take these glasses into the living room and sit on the couch for a bit. We can unwind and see where things go.”

She thought that sounded like a good idea, and she let him lead the way in. They kicked off their shoes as they settled into the couch. There wasn’t much space between them as they picked up their conversation from before.

They slowly drank their wine as they related tales of their past and how they wound up where they were today. It was a bit of a contrast between Jake’s tale of a love lost to death and Sandra’s tale of a dying love. Both were lost souls searching for a connection, and at least on that night, it seems that connection was being made.

There was eventually a pause in the conversation, and they both realized that they had been talking for a couple of hours. Their wine glasses and the bottle were emptied and Sandra looked up into Jake’s eyes. “I need to use the restroom, and then I should probably head home.”

Jake was a bit disappointed, but understood that the night probably needed to come to a close. There was an attraction there, but he did not want to rush things. He did his best to not let the disappointment shine through, and directed her to the bathroom down the hall so she could take care of things.

He gathered up the glasses and the spent bottle and took them into the kitchen. He was optimistic that this could turn into something special. It had been a long time since he had felt like this, and he was enjoying it and hoping he didn’t do anything stupid to mess things up. He was just finishing the clean up in the kitchen when he heard Sandra call him from down the hall.

He started down the hall and found her in the bathroom washing her hands. She looked up at him in the mirror as he stepped into the room and said, “Jake, I’ve had a wonderful time tonight. I don’t want to screw things up here. I really like you and I feel like this could turn into something special.”

“Sandra, I -”

“Hush…let me finish. I don’t want to lose the courage I have to say what I want to say. What I want is to stay here with you tonight and have you make love to me.”

Jake was taken aback by the admission. He had assumed that this would be a slow courtship that would work up to this.

She found his eyes in the mirror as she finished washing and looked crestfallen. “You don’t want that, do you? Dammit…me and my big mouth.”

Jake stepped forward and placed his arms around her. “Sandra, sweetheart. I want that so much. It just surprised me when you said it. I have been craving you since the minute I saw you tonight. I just assumed that you wanted to move slowly, and I didn’t want to fuck things up by moving too fast.”

“I thought I wanted to move slowly. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, and I was burned with my marriage. But, the more the evening went on, the more I realized that I really want to be with you tonight and see where things go. So, before I lose my nerve, I’m going to say it again. Jake, I want to stay the night and make love with you.”

Jake still had her in his arms, with his chest to her back. He bent down and gently kissed her neck while pulling her closer to him. She closed her eyes and with a deep sigh, leaned her head back to give him better access. After a minute or two of this, Jake stepped back. Sandra started to protest, but quieted when she realized that he was unzipping her dress for her.

Jake took his time sliding the zipper down the dress, admiring her exposed back. When he got to the bottom of the zipper, he reached his hands back up to her shoulders, and slowly pushed the dress off of them. She gasped as she felt his hands on her bare shoulders, which were quickly replaced by the soft touch of his lips kissing her there. She let out a muffled groan as the dress slid down to her waist and Jake continued kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck.

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This story will have at least three parts. Somewhere in the three parts these things will show up: (they are not listed in order of appearance) new bras, menopause, a funeral, dildos, honesty, a 4some, mfmf, mmf, mfm, mm, a cruise, a crocodile, trading husbands/wives, sex toys, suckling, nudity, harnesses, coitus and oral sex.

***

“Honey, we need to talk.”

Every time she ever said those words it meant something was wrong, from her perspective. I was sitting at the table eating breakfast. A breakfast I made for myself, I might add. She sat down with me, carrying her cup of coffee and a burnt piece of toast.

“Ok,” I said, “You talk, I’ll listen.”

“You know I love you, right?” She leaned towards me as she asked. I took a bite of eggs and nodded. I’d heard her tell me she loves me for twenty years. She could have ended our marriage hundreds if not thousands of times, and she didn’t. Every infraction from forgetting her birthday to almost burning down the house during a bar-b-que could have triggered a divorce, but she didn’t divorce me. Ok, she loves me.

“I’m about done with sex.” She leaned forward to tell me she loves me and leans back to tell me were done having sex. What’s that about? We had sex last night! I put my fork down and looked her in the face.

“Can I get you to explain that last statement? Please.”

“We’re both getting older. I don’t look as good as I used to and my body doesn’t respond the way it used to. I don’t get turned on the way I used to.”

“We did it last night. I didn’t go to sleep thinking damn, she’s ugly. What happened to the babe I married twenty years ago? I went to sleep thinking I’m still the luckiest man I know.”

“Thank you.” She took a big breath. “Ok, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. For the last year or so when we’ve had sex, I didn’t have an orgasm. You’re just not able to last long enough to get me there. I still like how it feels to do it, but I lay there after you’re asleep frustrated. Last night I played with myself after you were asleep.”

“You wait a year to tell me about this? What the hell? Would you wait a year to tell me the faucet leaked or the furnace didn’t light? There’s nothing in the world I can do about something that started a year ago!”

“This is why I didn’t say anything. I knew you’d take it the wrong way.”

“Oh. So tell me the right way to hear that for at least the last year I’ve failed as your lover. That last night you were frustrated and had to diddle yourself because I didn’t satisfy you!”

“I still love you. I still love living with you, being your wife.”

“I hear you. Sex with me is so exciting that you’d prefer to give it up completely rather than find a way to have it work for both of us. Is that about it?”

“”You do the best you can, it just doesn’t get me there anymore. The problem is mine, not yours.”

“If I couldn’t get hard, would you help me get hard or would you say, “That’s your problem?”

“I’ve helped you get hard plenty of times. I like doing it.”

“Now you tell me you have a problem getting an orgasm, but you don’t want my help. In fact you want to quit having sex because you don’t have orgasms any more. The message I get is that unless you have an orgasm it isn’t worth the effort to spread your legs for me. You came to tell me that my sex life is over because I didn’t give you an orgasm in the last year!”

“I hate going to sleep frustrated and I hate having to play with myself to get there.”

“Ok. How about if I play with you until you get there and then I get between your legs until I get there too? Wouldn’t that work?”

“It takes a long time for me to get there.”

“I don’t care! We can go to the bedroom right after dinner or right after Jeopardy. I’m not on a schedule that can’t change! Hell, woman, give me two hours of eating pussy! I’ll count it as exercise and love every minute of it!”

“But that’s nasty.”

“No. Nasty is being unsatisfied for a year and keeping it a secret! Nasty is giving up!”

“Ok. Next time you have the urge and want to have sex we’ll try something different. Maybe we can work it out. I just don’t want you to think it’s your fault if I don’t have an orgasm.”

“I won’t. I’ll blame you and yell at you loud enough that the neighbors know you didn’t cum! Be serious. If there’s a problem, it’s shared. Blame has nothing to do with it.”

She kissed my cheek and left the table. My eggs were cold, her coffee was cold and her burnt toast could be used as a shingle. By the time I was dressed and ready for my day our sexual problem had been pushed into the background. Not very far in the background, but into the background. My brother called and they were having a problem with their plumbing. I’d spent thirty years as a plumber, so he called me.

I spent half the day under his house. While I moved things in his basement to get to the clean out where I believed the obstruction could be cleared, I found a box. When I moved it the lid opened and I was amazed. The antep escort bayan box was filled with sex things. With a major effort I set the box aside and went back to work on the plumbing. What I wanted to do was to explore the contents of the box.

I kept wondering why my brother had a box of sex things in his basement. I opened the clean out and got the pipes cleared. I called to my brother upstairs and had him run water through the pipes to make sure we solved to problem. As the water ran I heard the phone ring upstairs. A few minutes later he came down the stairs and let me know he owed me one and that he had to go to his job at the credit union. I said I’d put things back where they belonged and lock up before I went home.

He thanked me and said there were cold beers in the fridge.

I heard the back door open and close, his car start and drive away. I put the basement back together and sat down with “the box”. On the top of everything in the box was a dildo. It was about ten inches long and much bigger around than my cock had ever been, even in my dreams. It was in a Zip-Lock bag, telling me it had been used and cleaned and stored in a bag to keep it clean. I set it aside, wondering how Marcie liked that big purple dong in her.

There were two different lubes. One in a jar and one in a tube like toothpaste. I set them aside. In a smaller box I found two smaller dildos. Both with batteries and a switch that was marked lo-off-hi. One had a small appendage that I gathered was to stimulate her clit while the larger part was inside her.

I wondered how my brother convinced Marcie to use these things. Then I wondered if she used them because my brother was as lousy a lover as I had just found out I was.

I found two small tubes about two inches long with suction devices sticking out to the side. I wondered what they were for and then it hit me, they were for applying suction to Marcie’s nipples! At that realization my penis began to swell. I had a vision of Marcie standing in front of me with the two suction things attached to her breasts and me watching and listening to her moan.

At the bottom of the box was a catalog filled with sex toys and things. I looked through it and found something that caught my interest. There was a strap on dildo and at first I thought it was for lesbians, but I noticed it was hollow and the ad said it was for men who didn’t last as long as they wanted to last! I got a piece of paper and turned the catalog over to get their address. I wanted to order that strap-on!

I wrote the web address down and noticed the catalog had been sent to Marcie! This box of toys wasn’t my brother’s; it was his wife’s! I was shocked for a second or forty and then realized Marcie dressed a bit sexier than Sue, joked a little more blue than Sue and my brother still blushed more often than I did.

A stair creaked and I looked towards the stairs. Marcie was standing there looking at me, smiling. I know I blushed and tried to speak, but nothing came out.

Marcie stepped down the last three steps and asked, “Find something you like?”

I found the ability to speak and said, “I’m sorry, Marcie. I moved this box while I was fixing a clogged drain…”

“Shhhh. It’s Ok. I keep the box down here so the grandkids don’t get too nosey. Matt knows about the toys and we use them together sometimes. I’m sure you and Sue have your toys too, don’t you?” She picked up the Zip-Lock bag and held the big dildo in her hand. My cock grew another inch.

“To be honest, no, we don’t have any toys.”

“I’m impressed. Many of the people our age use toys to help us get where we want to go. You two must be doing well.”

I thought about the conversation Sue and I had over breakfast. I said, “Sue talked to me about our sex life this morning. Seems I don’t get her where she wants to go anymore.”

She sat next to me and put the big dildo in the box. She picked up the two suction cups and asked, “Did she used to love having you suck on her tits?” My eyes went to her chest. Marcie had always dressed to show off her large breasts and often her nipples showed through her clothes. As I looked down I saw her bumps.

“Yeah, she did, but now…”

“Get a pair of these.” She lifted her shirt up and off. Her hands went behind her and in seconds her bra came loose and for the first time in the twenty years I’d known her I saw her breasts, naked and close at hand. My cock jumped again and I wanted to adjust it within my clothes.

She held the breast closest to me with one hand and attached the suction cone over her areola and nipple. She squeezed the bulb four times and I saw the nipple being sucked into the tube. She sighed and let it go. The weight pulled on her breast even more and she said, “God! I love how that feels! If I could, I’d wear these almost all the time!”

She attached the other one to her other tit. She locked eyes with me and asked, “Want to know what feels even better?” She didn’t wait for me araban escort bayan to answer. She said, “Get a hold of the tube, not the bulb, and slowly pull.”

She helped my hand get to the tube and hold it. When I pulled a little her breast followed the pull, for half an inch. She held herself against the pull and whispered, “Keep pulling.”

As I pulled I watched her nipple and breast stretch and suddenly the tube pulled loose. Marcie gasped and grabbed my hands.

“Oh, sweet Nick! That’s so good.” Her hands massaged her breast and the other tube bounced around. I said, “Marcie, sit up straight and close your eyes.” My mind was racing. Marcie wanted to play, wanted me to see her enjoying being sexual!

She did. I held her breast in my hand and applied the suction tube to her. I pumped the bulb once and watched as her nipple moved into the tube just a little. I waited and then pumped again. It moved another quarter of an inch into the tube. I pumped three more times, quickly and Marcie’s hands started to come up off her lap. She sucked in a breath and held it.

I let go of her breast and the tube. I tapped the side of the tube and she gasped again.

My focus moved to the breast where the tube had been in place over a minute. I pumped it one more time. Marcie said, “Oh!” and her chest quivered. I held the tube and pulled, slowly.

“Marcie, I’m going to pull it off of you. Is that what you want?”

“Yes! And, I want you to suck on my nipple when the tube comes off. Suck hard, like a baby, but harder!”

My eyes watched as her breast pulled away from her chest farther and farther. Suddenly the tube came away and her breast sprang back against her chest. My mouth found her areola and sucked. I sucked as hard as I could and held the pressure. Her hands held my head and she moaned.

I flicked her nipple with my tongue and she pressed my face into her breast. I sucked and bit in the rhythm of a nursing baby and she shuddered hard. I kept it up and she shuddered harder.

Suddenly I pulled the other tube off her other breast and switched my mouth to the breast just released from the tube. Her hands covered her own mouth and she squealed, shook and came! I kept sucking, kept nursing and I pinched her other breast. She kept cumming, shaking and I could smell her arousal.

I thought, ‘I can do this at home!’

Gradually I relaxed and so did Marcie.

She said, “Would you like me to take care of your erection? I’d really like to help you. Count it as a thank you for fixing our plumbing or just count it as friendly!”

“Sue’s the only one who’s touched it in twenty years.”

“For now, I’ll take that as a postponement, not a “No”. I want you and Sue to come for dinner tomorrow night. Plan on spending the night. Don’t plan on getting a lot of sleep.”

“Why are you doing this? In eighteen years I’ve never sensed any interest in us other than as friends, relatives.”

“Back then we were very concerned with being politically correct. Now we’re concerned with enjoying all the time we have left. I want us to be friends with privileges.” She tucked her tits into her bra and pulled her shirt back on. She picked up the catalog and asked if I was interested in the strap-on.

“I could screw Sue forever if I wore that. I could say, “Take your time Honey, I’ll pump you into next week!”

“Oh, maybe, if I’m bad, you’ll use it on me, too.”

We got the box reloaded and back on its shelf. We were back upstairs and I was eating a sandwich Marcie made for me and drinking the beer when my brother came home. Marcie called Sue and invited us for dinner the next night. They talked about food choices and girl things and Matt and I went out to my truck.

“Nick, did you find the toys?”

“You wanted me to?” I know I sounded shocked. I was. I’d been worried about what Marcie and I had done.

“We wanted you to. We want to spice up a little and couldn’t think of anyone we’d rather share with than the two of you. Well, maybe Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie but they spend so much time out of town.”

“It’s a lot to get my head around.”

“Think about getting your mouth around her tits again. I know you got her off twice for sure.”

“And, you want Sue?”

“Your wife is hot! Of course I want her!”

“Damn!” I started my truck and headed home. I was lucky I didn’t have an accident on the way home. I kept having visions of Marcie’s distended nipples and the feel of her cumming as I sucked on her.

I got home, cleaned my tools and washed up at our service porch sink. Sue came and found me saying, “Marcie and Matt want us to come for dinner tomorrow night.” She hugged me from behind as I finished washing up. I turned quickly around and wiped my hands on her t-shirt covered breasts. She jumped back, giggled and said, “Now I’m wet!”

“You’re wet and I’m getting hard. Sounds good to me!”

“Your parents should have named you Randy!” She left me and went to change her shirt. gaziantep arap escort bayan I found my lunch on the table and a small bag of chips to go with it. I had already eaten a sandwich at Matt and Marcie’s, but I didn’t say so. I ate the sandwich.

That evening Sue asked me if I knew why Matt and Marcie invited us for dinner. I said, “They told me they wanted the four of us to become closer friends, do things together and not just at birthdays and holidays.”

“I didn’t know they liked me enough for that.”

“Well, we’ve all been pretty busy raising our crew, working a hundred hours a week, taking care of houses, cars, PTA, soccer and such. I guess we now have the time to be friends and have friends without all that pressure.”

“You may be right!”

We stayed up until Leno was over and then went to bed. Sue wore a giant t-shirt to bed. I got a quick kiss and the lights went out. We slept until after eight the next morning. When we both had full time jobs we were always up by six. Now Sue only worked three afternoons a week and I was on-call for Thursday and Friday. Our kids were grown and gone. Mike lived and worked in Boston. Zoe was married and they lived in Atlanta.

When I woke up Sue was in the bathroom. She came out and looked to see if I was awake. I smiled at her and she smiled back on her way to the kitchen. I got two pieces of French toast and she had burnt toast and coffee. As I ate I asked, “Any idea what’s for dinner tonight?”

“Oh, that’s right. I’m not cooking. Marcie and discussed some things but she didn’t say what she was making.”

“What are we contributing?”

“I’d better call and see what she’d like us to bring.” She got the cordless phone and called. I went to my den and fired up my computer. I had been looking at something for us to do for a vacation. I had looked at resorts in the Caribbean, and in Florida, but nothing had grabbed me. I looked at a site about cruises. There were hundreds of choices. Three day cruises, four day, seven day, eleven day, fourteen day cruises and some even longer. Cruises to Europe, all over the Caribbean, down to South America, Asia, Africa and even Antarctica. It was overwhelming. It the midst of my overwhelm my phone rang. We have a house phone that has always been for the family and I have a phone. My phone is basically for work calls and calls from select friends. My brother calls that number. The guys I go fishing with and the guys I work with call that number.

I answered, “Nick.”

A feminine voice said, “Are you still hard?” It was Marcie.

I said, “No. That problem went away.”

She giggled and said, “It’s coming back!”

“You’re probably right about that. So, what else is up?”

“Matt and I were talking about a vacation this morning.”

“This morning? Damn short vacation.”

“Ok, wise ass! This morning Matt and I talked about possible places we could go on vacation a little later this year.”

“I’ve been looking on the internet to find an answer to the same question for Sue and me.”

“What did you decide?”

“I haven’t, but I’m thinking a cruise might be great.”

“To where?”

“It won’t much matter. We’ve never been on a cruise and we’ve never been on a vacation without kids along.”

“Let’s talk about vacations tonight. Maybe it would be fun for the four of us to go together. We could even take some toys with us!”

“You have my attention.”

“Oh yes. What is Sue’s favorite wine?”

“Something from Turley Winery. It’s up by Cambria.”

“Oh, we like their wines. I’ll send Matt out to get a couple bottles.”

“We have a couple. We’ll bring them.” I made a note to myself.

“Matt wants to bar-b-que some salmon for tonight. I’ll make Chinese braised green beans and saffron rice to go with the salmon, Ok?”

“Sounds great. We both like salmon.”

“Ok. I have a surprise dessert for you. I hope you like it!”

She laughed and the connection was broken. I had a few ideas about what the dessert could be and none of those ideas involved food.

When it was time I showered, shaved and dressed in social clothes: chinos and a nice shirt. Sue waited until I was dressed before she showered and dressed. I didn’t know if she shaved. I doubted it.

We brought the two bottles of Turley wine and a salad Sue made. On the way to their house I told her how nice she looked.

Matt and I spent some time out by the grill watching the salmon become wonderful. He told me that Marcie and he had talked and decided to go slowly introducing Sue to the possibilities before us. He also told me I was welcome to enjoy Marcie any time I wanted and in any way she and I agreed on.

Sue and Marcie joined us at the grill, each carrying two glasses of wine. Marcie gave me a glass and Sue gave one to Matt. We talked for a few minutes and the timer told us the salmon was done. It was crisp and almost burnt along the outer edges and rubbed with a spicy, peppery rub that I loved. Two minutes later the four of us were having dinner and commenting on how wonderful the meal was. Sue complimented Matt and I, saying how nice we cleaned up.

Marcie said the best way to get Matt clean and agreeable was to take him in the shower and scrub him completely clean. Matt said, “Any time. That’s why we bought the big hot water heater. We can take our time having good clean fun!”

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Before we start can I just say that anyone who gives me hassle for spelling mistakes please understand that this is U.K. English. This story has been run through a UK English MS Word spell and grammar checker so if it is still not right blame Bill Gates.

Who has not had a fantasy of sleeping with an older woman and luckily I have discovered the secret to doing this, it requires a bit of cleverness, a bit of bravado and a talent for knowing when to say the right thing.

So far I have managed to sleep with 9 women aged over 50 which for a 25 year old man is quite an achievement, the vast majority have just wanted to feel wanted and attractive and the trick is to make them feel special. All of the ladies I have slept with have been married and are not looking for love; all they want is to get fucked.

Oh and by the way my name is Steve, I work in an office as I.T. support and some of the women I have met I did meet in the office one of whom is a lady called Cynthia, she is the head of archiving and is a sweet lady in her late fifties who is very prim and proper until the day of the last Christmas party when I shagged her in my hotel room.

Cynthia dresses like you would expect an elegant lady in their late fifties would dress, sensible shoes with trousers or knee length skirt, a button up blouse and cardigan or jacket complete the ensemble, she always wears half moon glasses with a chain so they hang around her neck when she is not wearing them. She has grey hair and an attractive but not stunningly beautiful face, she is about 5 feet 6 inches tall and is a UK size 10 with D cup breasts with nipples like pencil erasers when erect.

I am 6ft tall and play football at the weekends so am still quite trim, I have dark brown hair and a face like Bryan Adams apparently. I can also talk the birds from the trees and middle aged women out of their knickers, I’m not sure where it comes from because my dad is a morose man with no discernable skills at speaking to ladies and my brother can’t pull even though I can, we look similar and use similar chat up lines so is it the way I deliver them or is it my smile? Who knows and to be honest I’m not that bothered.

The first time I met Cynthia was when she reported a fault with a printer and I was assigned the job. She looked at me over her glasses and smiled when I explained who I was and what I was doing in her area.

Her smile lit up her face and she went from looking like a librarian to a sex goddess in my eyes, she removed the glasses from her face and sucked the end of one of the arms in her mouth as she listened to me talk, after 10 minutes I had got the printer working and I showed her what to do if the problem happened again and she seemed grateful as she touched my arm and said in her wonderfully soft voice “I’ll ask for you again.”

A week later I was sitting on my own in the staff restaurant at lunchtime when I heard her voice ask “Is it ok if I sit here?”

I looked up and smiled and said “Only for my favourite archivist,” and pulled the chair next to me out so she could sit down, she returned my smile and sat down next me and we chatted as we ate until it was time for me to go back to work. “Can we do this again, I don’t get much chance to spend my time with a good looking lady?” I asked.

She blushed and said touched my hand and said “I would like that once a week just you and me.”

“It’s a date,” I replied and took my tray to the clean up area and waved as I left.

For the following 6 weeks we met every Wednesday lunchtime, I discovered that she was married to a man called Gerald and had been for 30 years, I playfully told her that if she ever fancied a change to let me know and I would gladly step into the breach and she giggled and placed her hand on my knee. She didn’t object when I did the same thing and for the 6th “lunch date” we sat close to each other and that is when she asked “Are you going to the Christmas party in a couple of days time?”

“Yes, I’ll be there, I was hoping I would see you dressed up in something sexy and revealing,” I replied.

She giggled and said “I’ve bought a new dress, I hope you will like it.”

At this point I knew I could get her into bed, she was going to wear a dress that she hoped I liked and had told me so.

“I’ve booked a room at the hotel so I don’t have to worry about taxis, you can use it to get dressed in if you like?” I offered.

“My husband is away which means I would have to get a taxi there so it will make live easier,” she said thoughtfully, “but you cannot see me get changed as after all I am a married woman.”

“I shall be the perfect gentleman but if you look too gorgeous I may not be able to control myself,” I replied.

She looked at me, smiled and just said “down boy,” and then it was time to go back to work, we were the only ones in the lift back to the office floors so I slipped my card with my mobile number on it to her and smiled and gave adıyaman escort bayan me a little wave when she exited the lift on her floor.

Friday lunchtime I got a text from Cynthia asking if my offer was still open and I arranged to meet her by my car just after everyone had left so that we wouldn’t be spotted. We chatted on the way to the hotel and I checked in when we got there and we walked to the room, the evening was smart casual so I had a quick shower and dressed in a shirt and chinos and left Cynthia in the bathroom, I watched TV and had a couple of drinks from the mini bar and passed Cynthia a couple when she opened the door a crack.

After 45 minutes she called ready and opened the bathroom door. I sat there with my mouth open and just said “Wow.” She was wearing a yellow thigh length dress that was strapless and fitted where it touched, she looked absolutely stunning and so I told her so “Shame you are married or I would try and have my wicked way with you,” I responded and she blushed.

She looked at me and said “Do you like it then?”

“I love it and it makes me wonder what you would look like out of it,” I replied.

She smiled and just sighed “I’m married and old enough to be your mother.”

“Doesn’t mean that I can’t find you attractive though,” I said.

She laughed and took my hand and said “Let’s go to the party.”

When we got there I spent some of the evening with my team and she spent some of the time with hers and we both had a fair amount to drink. The slow dances started about 10:30 and I as asked to dance by a few ladies but I politely declined until I felt a tap on my shoulder and there stood Cynthia. “May I have the pleasure of this dance?” I asked.

“You may kind sir,” she replied and she took my proffered hand.

We danced in the darkest corner of the dance floor and by the end of the 3rd song my hand had moved from her hip to her bum and she had wrapped her arms around my neck, I looked around and everyone else was too drunk or wrapped up in their own dancing to see what we were doing as I pulled her close so she could feel my hard on against her hip, “did I cause that?” she asked.

“Well I’m not dancing with anyone else,” I replied and kissed her gently on the corner of her mouth. She looked around and then kissed me back with recklessness and a passion that I found surprising and we exchanged tongues until I said “My room now!”

She took my hand and led me straight to the room where as soon as the door was closed she leapt on me, we were kissing and groping each other against the door and before long we both naked but neither of us could remember removing the clothes and I picked her up and carried her to the bed where I lay on top of her and kissed her thoroughly before kissing down her body, her breasts had a little bit of sag but her nipples were enormous and I kissed down her body and sucked one of the nipples into my mouth, she gasped and panted as worked one nipple then the other and she started to moan when I stopped to be replaced with a giggle when she felt my breath on her mons and then a shriek as my tongue flicked her clit, for the next 10 minutes I worked her neatly trimmed area with my tongue and lips and played with her nipples with my fingers and then she came, she had been playing with my hair and then she stopped and I felt her whole body tremble and then she soaked my face with her juices and made a series of grunting noises as the orgasm wracked her body with sensations that she hadn’t experienced for a long time, she was still trembling as I climbed her body and kissed her on the lips as my cock entered her sex with no guidance.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me and we kissed as we slowly screwed, she was panting and shook again as another orgasm radiated from her core to her fingers and toes, “Fuck me now,” she commanded so I did.

My hips were a blur as I pounded her twat for all I was worth she let go of me and her legs and arms flopped onto the bed and she let me take her, I was there to use her body as I wanted and I just kept fucking her, after a few minutes I felt the familiar tingle as I knew my climax was approaching and so I warned her, “In me come in me,” she said breathlessly and threw her arms around me again just as I felt the come shoot out of my cock, “Yes, Yes, Yes,” she cried as she trembled and came again as she felt my seed splash her insides.

I stayed inside her for a few minutes with Cynthia grasping me close before I rolled off and lay on my back next to her and the only sound in the room was 2 out of breath people trying to regain their composure.

She turned her head and looked at me and rolled onto her side and threw and arm and a leg over me and rested her head on my shoulder, “Thank you,” was all she said, I reached an arm under her neck and wrapped it around her and she cuddled me close.

5 minutes later she got up and went akkent escort bayan to the bathroom and came back after a couple of minutes and crawled under the covers with me and kissed me on the lips, “Thank you for making an old woman feel attractive,” she whispered into my ear.

She rolled on top of me and I said “no thanks needed, the pleasure was all mine and you are an attractive beautiful lady who needs to be loved,” as she started to play with my cock which soon reached full stiffness and she then raised her hips and lowered herself down on to me taking my cock deep inside her pleasure palace.

The next morning she snuck out of the hotel at about 6am to avoid being seen with me but only after making me promise that we would get together every now and then for a night of good old fashioned shagging.

One of my favourite other ladies I see on a semi regular basis is Fiona, she is 51 years old but looks older, she always used to look worried and stressed. She lives 4 doors from my house and lives with her husband and his mother, they seem to take the piss out of her and despite the fact she works full time they still insist she does all the cleaning, cooking and shopping, her husband is a fat lazy git and his mother isn’t much better but due to their ways Fiona ended up in my bed.

Fiona is quite tall about 5ft 10 inches and skinny, she has small breasts that are still pert with nipples that point north. Her hair is grey and her face looks a bit like the Queens but she always has a frown on her face, one day I saw her walking home carrying the food shopping as the bus drivers were on strike, I was in my car and pulled over and wound down the window, when I offered her the lift it was the first time I had ever seen her smile despite being her near neighbour for over 6 months.

She dumped the bags on the back seat and got in the front and thanked me profusely. “I really didn’t fancy the walk home with those bags so you are a true hero coming to my rescue,” she said and briefly squeezed my hand.

“Why didn’t you husband come and pick you up?” I asked.

“Because he said that he has had too much to drink,” she replied with an annoyed tone.

I replied “forgive for saying so but he seems a total arse, you deserve a man who will treat you like the princess you are.”

She blushed and straightened her hair before saying “You really know how to make a lady feel better about her self.”

“Well if you didn’t have a husband at home I would take you back to mine to try and have get you naked in my bed,” I replied smiling.

We talked as I drove and helped her carry her shopping bags into her house when we got to our street, her husband grunted something about why had it taken so long and I pressed my card with my mobile number on into her hand and she said “thank you,” before I left.

For the next 3 months I helped her with her shopping and I would meet her outside Tesco at 5PM. She was always waiting outside with a trolley. On day I pulled up and as it was late spring and getting warmer I saw she was wearing a blue zip up blouse and grey trousers that showed her bum to be pert and firm looking, the blouse was also tight and showed that she had a flat stomach.

I got out and helped her load the shopping into the boot of the car and then we drove home, she explained that her husband had never let her learn to drive so that she would be dependant on him, the only trouble now was that he was drinking more and was never sober enough to drive her anywhere. There was an accident on the ring road so we spent a while talking whilst waiting for the traffic to clear, “I’ll teach you to drive,” I offered, “though when you pass your test it means you will not want me to drive you about so I will miss spending time with the most beautiful lady in the street.”

She looked shocked and then smiled and stroked my face and said “You really are sweet and I think you really are quite handsome. Just a shame I’m married and you are younger than me, “

At this point I knew I could get her on her back screaming for more of my cock if I played my cards right. I looked at her face

“Well age is just a number and I can forget you are married if you can,” I replied with smile.

She giggled and said “Yeah right, you wouldn’t want to sleep with me.”

“Oh I would,” I said.

“Prove it!” she responded.

“Let’s drop your shopping off and then you come to my house and I will slowly strip you naked and then I will lick your bits until you scream and once you have stopped screaming and shaking I will feed my cock into your love tunnel and slowly make love to you or I could just rip all your clothes off and fuck your arse off,” I responded.

She looked at me with an angry expression and just said “Take me home now.”

Not a word more was said until I pulled up outside her house and then I helped her carry her shopping to her front gaziantep anal yapan escort bayan door and then as I turned to leave she said “Where do you think you are going?”

She pulled me inside and took my hand and led me to her bedroom where she shut the door and kissed me hard on the lips, I unzipped her blouse and released the kiss and whispered “where’s your husband?”

“Out and will be until tomorrow morning, now let’s see if you are all talk,” she breathed as she ripped my shirt off me. I pulled her close and kissed her whilst finding the button and zip for her trousers, I soon had then down around her ankles and pulled myself away from her welcoming lips, I kissed down her body and pulled her knickers off and then helped her step out of them, she had by now removed her bra and I saw a nice pair of pert breasts that were just begging to be sucked, she then returned the favour and pulled my trousers, pants and socks off and held my hand as I stepped out of them, we resumed kissing and fell on her bed and then I remembered about her mother in law. She must have read my mind and just said “she’s away with my husband now what did you say about licking my bits?”

I pulled her so her bum was at the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor between her legs and draped them over my shoulders. I then proceeded to lick and kiss her slit, hole and clit, I worked my tongue and lips over her area until she went stiff and came, she grunted and pulled my head fully into her groin as the orgasm flowed through to her extremities and then jerked a few times as the sensations passed, she let go of my head and in between pants of breath said “Sorry, will you do that again please?”

I stayed between her legs for another 15 minutes licking, kissing and sucking until she came again and then I stood up, she scooted back into the middle of the bed, spread her legs and beckoned me to her with her finger, I crawled over to her and lay between her legs, I then kissed her thoroughly as she run her hands over my back and arched her back ready to receive my love tool into her love tunnel. My cock entered her with no help from either of us and she sighed loudly as she welcomed the intruder that filled her in one movement, we kept kissing as we made love on the bed she shared with her husband. I felt like we had melded into one being as we kissed and screwed, after a few minutes of slow gentle love making I upped the pace and she responded with enthusiasm, we were flying our hips at each other and then she came again, this time she screamed and laid still as she felt all her nerve endings tingle with delight, I stopped moving in and out of her left my cock half in as she came, as she calmed down I rolled us over so she was on top so I could play with her deliciously pert breasts as she started to screw me hard, she smiled as she felt my cock touch her deep inside and started to quiver as another orgasm descended upon her senses.

“I’m coming,” I announced and she ground harder until she felt my seed explode into her tunnel, she made a yelping noise as she came again and pressed my hands hard onto her breasts crushing them and I could feel her rock hard nipples between my fingers.

“You can come here again,” she said after a couple of minutes and let go of my hands and collapsed on top of me and kissed me on the lips, after a few minutes she got off and lay on her back next to me.

“Now what?” I asked.

“You fuck me again when I’ve calmed down and this time I want us to do it doggy style, and then we go to sleep together and then you shag me again in the morning before my dipshit husband gets home,” she said in a matter of fact way.

“Sounds good to me but what I meant is this a one night stand or a more regular thing?” I responded.

“Unfortunately my husband isn’t away that often but when he is I expect you in my bed fucking me, he has never given me an orgasm so you really are something quite special,” she replied as she rolled over and rested her head on my shoulder and stroked my chest.

We talked for a bit before I fucked her doggy style as she requested and she was smiling contentedly before drifting off to sleep. The next day was Saturday and I was woken up by her sucking my cock into her mouth and Fiona placing her mons over my face for a morning 69 session, she wasn’t very good at blow jobs but I figured I could teach her and I soon had her on the boil. When she came she released my cock and screamed very loudly and I watched her arse and thighs wobble around my head, “I want to fuck you now,” I told her and she eagerly turned around and held my cock in her hand and she dropped down onto me, my cock pierced her lower lips and soon we were bumping uglies. I pulled her down so her chest was rubbing mine and I was pushing up into her, I held her close and we kissed as she fucked, “I’m coming,” she suddenly announced I felt that tingle in the end of my cock and said “so am I.”

She grunted as she felt my seed flood her cunt and then shook uncontrollably as the orgasm washed over her body, I by now had pushed my cock in as far as it would go and then she kissed me hard as she came down from her orgasmic high. We kissed and cuddled before we both showered, she never had a joint shower before and was pleasantly surprised when I fingered her to another orgasm as I soaped her back.

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I wanted Janice Lenz from the moment she walked into my life.

Not that she just walked into my life. She was actually dragged into my life. Barb Anderson, a mutual friend, pulled Janice into my apartment on one of her surprise inspections.

Barb would pop into my place from time to time in an insane attempt to shame me into doing actual housework. She would point out that female visitors didn’t really appreciate seeing yesterday’s briefs on the living room floor.

A couple of times I shut her up by getting her on my couch, french kissing her like crazy and trying to feel her up. I actually got to bare breast once before she regained her senses. On her next unannounced visit, she was tugging Janice Lenz behind her.

Janice was a vision. Big brown eyes with arching eyebrows that gave her a look that was a mix of surprise and sexiness. She also had full red lips that I thought were covered heavily with lipstick. I learned later that Janice’s lips were just full and red.

Thick, dark brown hair cascaded in waves down to her shoulders. My eyes had wandered from those eyes to her lips to her hair and then I noticed how much her gray sweatshirt stuck out in front. Forcing my eyes back up to her face, I saw that Janice was smirking at me.

“That’s my friend Janice,” Barb said. “I thought she should see what a messy bachelor pad really looks like.” Barb stopped yapping long enough to look around the room. She noticed that I had actually been picking things up lately.

“Well, this place doesn’t look like a dump for once,” Barb announced with pride. “I gotta get going, so you two just have a nice chat.”

And with that, Barb was gone. Janice looked at the door and then back at me. “She’s truly nutty,” she said.

“Can’t argue that,” I replied. “Can I get you something to drink? Snack? Soft drugs?”

Janice giggled and walked over to my couch. As she was sitting down she said, “I don’t really need anything, but we can sit and talk.”

So that’s what we did. We chatted, and I learned that Janice was a hairdresser with a single-chair shop in back of her house. She just lived a few blocks from me, and invited me over to join her in her porch swing.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” I asked.

She smirked again. “It means we can sit in the porch swing. Don’t push your luck.”

So two days later I went over, found that she was home, and we sat in her porch swing. We swung back and forth, and I learned that she was 33 and divorced with a 14-year-old son. I also learned that her full, red lips were soft and warm, because she gave me a brief kiss as I left.

She learned that I was 23 and working my first job after college. What she didn’t learn was that I’d long had a fantasy of sleeping with an older divorced woman.

Janice visited my place a couple days later, and we began kissing passionately on my couch. As I moved my hand to caress a breast, she moved a hand to stop me. On her next visit, she allowed the caress but stiffened when I attempted to unbutton her blouse.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Am I moving too fast?”

“To be honest, I’m enjoying the hell out of this,” Janice said. Her dark brown eyes were flashing. bayan escort gaziantep “I’m just a little sensitive about my breasts.”

“Why?”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking me in the eye intently for several seconds. Then she began unbuttoning her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulder. Once she got her arms free, she reached back and unfastened her bra. She brought her hands around and covered the bra cups with her hands.

“Just be kind to me, okay?” she said.

“Of course,” I said. I was a little nervous, wondering how badly disfigured these tits must be. I wondered if they were scarred or covered with birthmarks or what.

Still staring me in the eye, Janice pulled the bra cups off her breasts. I sucked in my breath at the sight.

I had dated a 19-year-old with a magnificent chest, at least until she was naked. Without support, her very large breasts pointed straight down. Even worse, her nipples refused to respond no matter how much I attempted to stimulate them.

My experience with that girl helped me understand the solemn wisdom of a buddy who told me that no woman is a “10” without clothes on.

But my buddy had never seen Janice Lenz without her clothes. She was at least a 9.5. At the age of 33, Janice had large breasts that not only stood firm and straight, but they featured dark areola and large nipples that were already coming out to play. I was in awe. I know my mouth was hanging open, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my tongue was hanging out of it.

“Come on, Jack, say something!” Janice wailed. “Jesus, I know they’re ugly. My ex was revolted.”

Before I could express my opinion on what an idiot her ex was, Janice whispered, “I’m not supposed to have a hairy chest. I’m a woman.”

Oh yeah, she was a woman. Hairy chest? I leaned forward and squinted. That’s when I saw them—four or five straggly hairs on each breast. I suddenly remembered her telling me a week earlier that she was saving up money for electrolysis hair removal.

I tried to come up with the words that would convince her that she had absolutely beautiful breasts, but realized action was better. I leaned forward, licked the closest nipple, and then covered it with my lips and sucked.

“Jack!” Janice squeaked. “What are you doing?!”

I pulled off the nipple and looked her in the eye. “I’m showing my appreciation for the best set of tits I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes softened, and then she grabbed my face and pulled me to her for a deep, passionate kiss. Once we stopped, I kissed down her neck to her chest and then all around her breasts. I get to a nipple and sucked again, moving my hand up to her unoccupied breast.

Janice moaned.

I moved my mouth to the breast I had been fondling and moved my hand to her abdomen and then, slowly, to her waist. Then beyond. Janice moaned again.

“Mmnnn, don’t push your luck,” she groaned as she pushed my hand away. So she wasn’t really moaning.

I raised my head and looked her in the eye. “Maybe next time,” she said with her smirk. “But thanks for the kind words.”

Next time just happened to be dinner, cim cif gaziantep escort bayan a movie, and then kissing on her couch. As we tangled our tongues, I unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her breasts through her bra. I got one hand around her and unfastened the bra. Breaking the kiss, I moved in on nipple.

I kissed around the nipple and got it stiff and sticking out, and then moved over to the other nipple and started in sucking and nibbling. I moved my hand down to the top of her legs and headed toward her pussy.

Janice grabbed my hand. I raised my head and looked at her face. She was staring at me with fire in her eyes, her lips parted and her breathing rapid. She was holding onto my hand and stood up. Still staring at me intently with those deep brown eyes, she pulled on my hand to get me to stand up. Then she headed for the stairs, pulling me by the hand.

I climbed the stairs behind her as she pulled me by the hand the whole way. Once we entered her bedroom and stepped close to the bed, she dropped my hand as she turned to me and put her hands on my shoulders.

“Brian’s at his father’s house,” she said, referring to her son. “And I haven’t done this since we divorced. I’m trusting you to be good to me.”

Staring into those deep, dark brown eyes, I hoped my mind would produce the words I needed to prove my sincerity. “I’m going to be as good to you as I know how, Janice,” I said.

She lifted her face to me and kissed me, snaking her tongue into my mouth to duel with mine. Her body molded to mine as she seemed to be trying to fuse with me. I began to worry if I really could be good enough for her.

Janice slid her hands down my chest and fumbled with my shirt buttons. I broke the kiss and unbuttoned the shirt for her. She stepped back to watch, her fingers playing back and forth along the waistband of her slacks. Then she pushed the slacks down and stepped out of them.

I was pushing my pants down as well and was staring at her bikini style panties. I looked up at her face to see she was regarding me with uncertainty again. Then she turned to the bed and pulled the comforter and top sheet back. She crawled onto the bed, pulling down the comforter and sheet on the other side as well.

As she settled in under the sheet, she looked up at me. I pushed my briefs down as I stared into her eyes and then walked to the other side of the bed. I got in under the sheet and moved to take her into my arms. We melted together, open mouths sealed to each other and tongues tumbling over each other.

Our hands were roaming everywhere and I thrilled to the touch of her naked skin. It was so smooth, so warm, so firm. I ran my hands up and down her back, trailing down to cup her ass cheeks when I found that she still had her panties on. I felt for the waistband and tugged on it gently, waiting for a reaction.

Sure, we were in her bed and had just one garment on between the two of us, but the fact that she was still wearing that garment made me wonder. So I tugged again and she lifted her hips enough for me to pull the panties free. I slid them down her legs and slid my cinsel bilgiler hand back up her legs to find … the thickest bush I’ve ever felt.

I broke the kiss, threw the sheet off of us, and moved my face down to her pelvis. I had to look at this bush.

But Janice Lenz didn’t have a bush. She had an absolute forest! I put both hands on the hair, parted it, and pushed my mouth right on her vaginal lips.

“Jack!” she yelled. “What the hell are you doing?”

I figured the answer would be obvious, so I stuck my tongue out and gave her pussy a long lick from bottom to top. As I grazed her clitoris on the upstroke, she gasped. I then shoved my face in and stuck my tongue as deep as I could, moving it from side to side and listening for her reactions.

I love eating pussy. I love the taste, I love the wetness, and I particularly enjoy the hair. Janice’s hair was tickling me everywhere, and it was soft and lush. I rubbed my face back and forth on that mass of hair and heard Janice moan as she put her hands on my head.

Then I moved up to latch onto her clit, closing my lips on it and sucking in. I also inserted my middle finger and used it to rub on the special spongy spot. Janice’s hips began bucking and then she went rigid, calling out “Oh!” at the same time.

I kept my face where it was, softly kissing here and there as she calmed down. Once she relaxed her legs, I moved up her body, softly kissing her wonderfully flat abdomen and kissing around those beautiful breasts. She grabbed my ears and pulled my face up to hers, mashing her mouth to mine.

“Good god, that was wonderful,” she gushed. “I’ve never—”

“You have now,” I said. I got up on my knees and grabbed my rock-hard penis to line up with her entrance. Janice saw what I was doing and grabbed my arm.

“No,” she said softly. “Let Pedro find his own way in.”

I didn’t laugh at her calling it “Pedro,” mainly because I was a little concerned. Pedro had never been very good at finding his way anywhere. He always needed a firm hand to guide him. But the most beautiful woman I’d been in bed with wanted Pedro to be a pathfinder, so I let go of him and pushed forward.

Pedro found his way into a tunnel under that forest. A steaming hot, wet, tight tunnel. Pedro found his way in and moved all the way in to the end.

I stopped and just groaned. Janice felt so go good.

She ran her hands up and down my back, sliding them down to my butt, which she squeezed. I took the hint and began moving back out, then in, then out, and on and on. We both started moaning and groaning, and I got the idea that this was not going to be one of those epic erotic story fucks that lasts an hour.

After just a couple of minutes, I started slamming in and out. Janice gripped my butt harder and clamped her legs around mine, frantically urging me on faster. I complied, moving as fast as I could, staring into her eyes as the sweat dripped from my forehead onto hers. Then her moaning changed into, “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” and I could feel my own climax building. Just as I reached the point of no return, Janice went stiff again, yelled out a big “Oh!” and I went stiff myself as I felt the sperm shooting into her.

I swear I saw stars.

Then I relaxed and rolled to her side, leaving an arm draped across her torso just below those fabulous breasts. We were both breathing heavy, and she turned her face to look at me and reached a hand to my face at the same time. “THAT was FANTASTIC!” she gushed.

“Thank you.”

“Can we do it again?”

Well, yes, we could. And we did.

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I hadn’t planned on this day coming before the end of my college life, let alone after my second year in. I And I absolutely didn’t expect to be marrying a woman that was old enough to be my mother, becoming nothing more than a “Trophy Husband”. But life does that to you sometimes. And I was absolutely no exception to its powers. Maybe it was my fiancé’s voluptuous curves, her long blonde hair as it slowly started to fade to grey, her size 36c breasts, or even the fact that she had the mouth of a goddess. Either way, I am happy to be given such a wonderful woman here to hold until death do us part. Listen to me, I’m getting ahead of myself. Allow me to explain just exactly how this all came to be.

It was the end of my senior year and heading into the summer that would change everything. My best friend Donald and I were standing there in the sea of our fellow classmates, talking about what we were on to next. Donald, the all-star quarterback, was off to play ball in the best offensive team in the ACC, the Clemson Tigers. Meanwhile, I was simply going to head off to the local community college to get my career in Graphic and Design. I wanted to be a video game designer, but didn’t want to leave my hometown. So with our two paths leading two separate ways, Donald and I would say our goodbyes and off we went.

That summer, I had the best summer possible. At first, it started off quite mediocre, but at the end of July, I was enjoying every last second. At 19 and a life of energy ahead of me, I traveled to the campus area and rented out a small 2 bed room house. My school didn’t have student dorms, but it did offer assisted living and students got great discounts. After moving everything into my new home I would meet my new friend, and soon-to-be step son, Dalton. He had come over to bring me brownies that his mother had baked. I wasn’t exactly gullible, and knew what they really were, but I accepted the brownies anyway and invited him into the house.

The two of us shared the brownies as we played the new Halo and Gears of War games on the Xbox. It wasn’t long before he and I finally began to reach personal topics. At first they weren’t too personal. I explained that I was here to pursue my degree and that I just didn’t want to stay with my parents any longer. After all, what student would after being stuck under strict rules since birth? Anyway, after more chit-chatting, Dalton asked me if I wanted to join him and a few buddies as they went down to what they called “The Watering Hole”. In reality, the place is nothing more than a local Drive-In style restaurant where all of the sexy young college girls go.

Of course, being the horny 19 year old that I was, I accepted the offer. While there, I found out that my purpose was mainly to play wingman. I had no problem with that, except for the simple fact that I didn’t know Dalton or his friends that well. Even still, I managed to do okay with the situation given and I even got the numbers of a few sluts who were having “Daddy Issues”. Finally, when all the potential left the spot, Dalton returned and felt like getting a few beers. Of course, I wasn’t 21 and neither was he, but that didn’t stop us from going… in fact, the bouncer at the door was actually Dalton’s brother and let us in.

It was in this bar that I found my future wife, and Dalton’s mom. At first everything was going fine. Dalton and I were having drinks, and I even had my tongue Antalya travesti down the mouth of a waitress who wore nothing but the usual “Daisy Duke” get up that was so common for a country bar like the one we were in. Why was a black man that happened to listen to the most hardcore gangster rap inside of a country bar? Well, I’m not too sure about that, other than the fact that I was getting wrecked.

Finally, as I began to rub my hands across the breasts of the slut in my lap, I heard the sound of Dalton yelling at the top of his lungs at the bartender demanding a beer. The altercation would only get worse as Dalton reached across the bar and punched the bartender right in the jaw. Of course, no man’s going to take being punched in public lying down unless he’s a Bitch Boy. Hopping over the counter in one fell swoop, the giant roid raging bartender wrapped his hands around the throat of Dalton and began to squeeze the life out of him until Dalton’s brother and I came and broke it up.

“Marty! Marty!” Dalton’s brother shouted as he and I pulled the two apart. “I got this… just go back to making drinks.”

Dalton, his brother, and myself all left the bar and waited until Dalton’s mother, Margret, came pulling up in her soccer mom type van and ordered him back into the van. Dalton told his mom that I lived next door to them, and that I had saved him from getting into anymore trouble, so they gave me a lift back to the neighborhood. As we pulled into his drive-way, his mother stopped the van and told Dalton to head into the house. Of course, Dalton didn’t like the idea and went up there with an attitude.

Meanwhile, I started to get out of the van when I heard Margret speak up. “Thanks for saving my son today. I don’t know what I’d have done if something had happened.”

“Oh it’s no problem… I have brothers at home who get the same way, so I’m used to it” I admitted to my new neighbor as she smiled from the front seat.

“Well part of the way he acts could be my fault. I wasn’t exactly the picture perfect mother when he was growing up, and didn’t really give him much support in the things he wished to do. Now he’s become a wreck and I have no clue what to do from here,” she admitted to me as she leaned her head back and placed her hand on her forehead, as if she were rubbing out a headache of sorts. At that time, I took the time to slide into the front passenger seat to help get to a more eye connection with her and listen better.

“Mrs…” I struggled to remember her last name in my tipsy state.

“Just call me Margret, sweetie. No need for formality,” she replied.

“Well, Margret, I don’t think you’ll have much to worry about with Dalton. He’s a good guy from what I can gather. I mean, he wasn’t so much of a trouble tonight, and I think he’s got himself together from what he told me after I finished moving in. And besides, a beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be worried so much.” I admitted to Margret as she smiled from my encouraging words. I suppose that she could tell from my voice tone that it was meant as that, but also in a flirting way. Whatever it was that she felt, it made its move on me in a hurry.

As she looked me in the eyes, and I her, she leaned in and began to kiss me. Not sure why, but I didn’t refuse the advance she made to me. Instead, I kissed back and allowed her tongue to enter my mouth as my hands reached over and massaged İstanbul travesti the back of her neck. The moment our two lips broke apart, it felt as if time stood still and the two of us were all alone. But then, reality reared its ugly head as the street light on the corner flickered and startled us.

By this time, Margret and I were feeling both horny and worried that someone, mainly Dalton, had seen what happened. Looking around, we saw that we were clear to proceed, but I didn’t want to risk being caught. Placing my index finger on her lips, I gave her a shush before exiting the van. I walked over to her door and opened it, just like all men should do for a lady. Taking her hand in mine, I helped her out of her seat until she was leaned up against my body. I admit that I’m not a perfect washboard abs kind of guy, but I did manage to maintain a decent body. I guess my time with my old friend Donald at the gym paid off after all.

With Margret in my arms, I leaned in and kissed her one more time before the two of us walked into my new home. Of course, boxes and furniture made it somewhat difficult to move around, but we finally made it to my bedroom. I was so relieved that I had put my bed together earlier as I looked at the beautiful piece in my arms and began to kiss her once more as I back peddled to the bed. At that very moment, Margret reached down to my pants and began to pull out the semi-tucked shirt. Raising it over my head, I let her throw my shirt to the side before locking her in another kiss.

Pushing me back onto the bed, Margret looked me in the eyes before giving me a seductive grin before she climbed up and straddled me. Leaning forward, Margret turned on the lights and looked me in the eye before admitting that she liked looking at her body as it got a good fucking. I had absolutely no problem with that, and was more than willing to give her what she wanted. Pulling her shirt off her beautiful body, I threw it to the side and admired as her beautiful breasts sat in that red satin bra and fit perfectly in the cusps of my hands as I worked them over.

Throwing her head back, she began to grind me as I continued to rub her breasts. “Please… please suck them for me,” she whispered before reached behind her back and unsnapping her bra and letting it fall naturally. I leaned forward and rubbed her left breast before licking it with my tongue. Her nipples sprung to life as she began to let out soft moans with every suck I took on the nipple. Continuing with my desires to make her happy, I rolled Margret over until she was on her back. Still rubbing her breasts, I slowly kissed down her tight body before I reached her pants. Through her pants, I could smell the natural heat of her body seeping out.

I wanted to go farther, but I didn’t want to do anything she didn’t. Looking up to her eyes, I waited until she gave me the answer I needed.

“Yes… yes…” she whispered softly as I unbuttoned her pants and slowly unzipped, exposing her red thong that matched the bra she had on earlier. Pulling everything off of her, I spread her legs to the side as I crawled back to her spot and began to softly blow on it. The mixture of cool air and her wet spot sent pleasure up her back as she begged me to make her mine. Softly rubbing my thumb across her clit, I leaned in and licked her. Softly at first, just so that she could get used to my tongue… but soon I İzmir travesti drove my entire tongue into her pussy and sucked on the skin of it after every fourth or fifth lick. She was going crazy, bringing herself to her forearms and grabbing my head… begging me to lick her some more. With pleasure, I continued to lick her in her womanhood until finally, her legs tightened around my neck and her juices oozed out of that beautifully trimmed pussy. After licking up every bit, I looked up at Margret and saw the sheer joy in her eyes.

“Holy shit…” was all she could say as she put her hands on my chin and motioned me back to her lips. She kissed me with fiery passion while moving her hands to my pants. Unbuttoning them the way I did hers earlier, Margret wasted no time pushing my pants to the ground and grabbing a hold of a rock hard 10 inch cock. Feeling the big meat in her hand, her mouth flew open with excitement as she jerked me with it. Positioning myself between her legs, I let a confident smile crease unto my face as I knew she was ready to succumb to my very wishes. I knew she was ready, and I was too, but I didn’t want to miss this opportunity to tease her.

Tapping my cock against her clit, I looked at her body as it wanted… no… as it craved for me to make it mine. I slowly put my tip just at her entrance, rubbing it softly, and she shivered once more. Sliding in slowly, I inched my way into what had to be the most wet and absolutely tightest pussy I could ever fill around my cock. “Oh…. Fuck!” she cried out loud in between her moans of pleasure as I continued to slide into her slowly.

Half way inside her body, I pulled my cock back a few inches and pushed it in further. Her body reacted as the pleasure shot through her body and the walls of her great pussy fit to my member. I pulled out and thrust once more into the great wetness around my cock, only this time harder. Soon, I began to pick up the speed and thrust even harder until the springs in my bed began to cry with every rock we made. I began to fuck her the way her body wanted me to, but knew that I couldn’t last much longer. Slowing down, I began to control my thrusts just as her body began to tighten once more around my cock and I could feel her orgasm. The walls pulling tighter on my cock sent me into overdrive and I gained the pace once more. No longer being gentle, I began to fuck my new friend’s mother with everything I had and she whined for me to fuck her more.

“Give me that big, fat cock!” she yelled as I leaned backwards and pushed her legs towards her stomach. With my right hand, I began to rub her clit while I thrust more and more into the whore that was in my bed. That’s right, I said whore. Her breaths began to become shorter and shorter, I knew she was getting a third orgasm. I sped up even more, and soon felt it slipping. Looking down, I waited for her to give me a place to cum when suddenly her walls grasped tighter to my cock and took every drop of my seed. Slowing down the pace, I kept thrusting before leaning forward and locking my lips with hers. Our lips broke, and she placed her hand on the back of my neck, rubbing behind the ears. “Shit! That was amazing…” she said before leaning back onto my bed and closing her eyes, drifting to sleep. I let my spent cock slip out of her, and soon-too fell onto the bed.

As I laid on my back, Margret rolled over and wrapped an arm and leg around me. “You are a god” she whispered before closing her eyes. I put my hands behind my head and took time thinking about the amazing fuck I just head. Drifting off to sleep, I soon knew that my life had a purpose now. I knew that I had found my woman, and someday she was going to my wife.

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After our early morning session, we got ready to go out and were soon on our way. Donna was again wearing shorts and a tank top, though today she had on a pair of very small denim shorts that showed off her legs nicely. We grabbed a bagel at the local bakery, and headed for Arkansas.

We stopped at the chapel in Bella Vista, Donna admiring the work of Fay Jones, then went on to Crystal Bridges in Bentonville. She was reveling in all the artwork there, and really enjoyed the visit. We held hands as we walked through the museum, enjoying each other’s company as much as the exhibits. We did a quick lunch on the square, then off to Bartlesville. We had time to talk on the two hour trip, and we got to know more of each other’s history, as well as well as explore many things about ourselves. We discovered there was a lot of common ground, Donna was well spoken and well rounded, with a wide range of knowledge and interests, which I found quite appealing.

We ran off the 120 miles to Bartlesville quickly, and pulled up at the Price Tower. I grabbed some of our bags and we went to check in. As we were checking in, the girl at the desk asked when we’d be ready for the tour.

“You got us a tour??” asked Donna, surprised.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “I knew how much you wanted to see the building, so I booked one for us. Surprise!!”

Donna beamed. “I never thought I’d get to see this building, and you have a tour set up!! Thank you, this is so wonderful. What a great day this has turned into.”

“Let’s go stow our stuff in the room, and we’ll come back and do the tour. Then we’ll go to dinner. After that, I have another surprise.”

“You’re just not going to stop, are you??”

“I knew this would be the high point of your trip, so I wanted to make it special. I have dinner reservations at the Copper Bar on the top floor.”

Donna looked at me, her big brown eyes looking like they were going to melt. She stretched up on tip toes-she’s only 5 foot 1-and kissed me as we waited for the elevator. The bell rang as it arrived.

“I hope you’re not claustrophobic,” I said as the door opened.

“No, I’m not,” she said, curiously. “Should I be worried??” The elevator door opened as she spoke. She looked in. “Oh!! Well, I can see why!!” The elevators in that building are tiny, little bigger than a phone booth. “I hope the rooms are bigger!!”

“Actually, they’re quite spacious,” I said. “You’ll be impressed.” We got in, and I held her close as we went up to the tenth floor.

The elevator opened and we went to our room. I keyed in and we went inside. The rooms are done in period furniture designed by Wright-he left nothing to chance in his buildings, typically designing the furniture and accessories along with the structures themselves. Donna was agape as she looked at the room.

“This is fabulous!!” she exclaimed, looking through the room and all the furniture. “I never imagined it would look so good in real life. I’d seen photos, but being here is just unbelievable!!” Donna turned to me and hugged me. “This is so stunning. I’m so glad I came down to see you so we could do this.”

We separated, and then headed back downstairs so we could take our tour. We saw all the accessible parts of the building, including Harold Price’s office, and the only round object in the building-his globe. Wright had designed the building so there were no right angles and no curves. He was actually perturbed that Price wanted the globe in his office. After the tour, we went to the Wright museum on the ground floor, and looked at the drafts for the tower, some of the specially designed furniture, as well as displays on some of his other houses. Donna was eating it up-she was just in Frank Lloyd Wright heaven. I was enjoying watching her checking everything out like a little kid in a candy shop.

At Ankara travesti the end of the exhibit, Donna was ecstatic. “This is just amazing. I never imagined it would be so comprehensive, and everything would be as if he left it yesterday. Thank you, thank you!!” She kissed me, and hugged me tight. I took her by the hand. “Let’s go get dressed for dinner,” I said, walking to the elevator.

We went back to our room and proceeded to dress. I was going to wear black jeans and western style shirt. When I asked Donna what she planned to wear, she hit me with my own line: “It’s a surprise!!”

“I see,” I said. “Will I like your surprise??”

“I think you will,” said Donna with a sly smile. “Oh, I think I left one of my bags in the car. Could you run down and get it??”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”

I went down to the car and retrieved Donna’s bag. When I got back to the room, I got my surprise. Donna was at the window in a short black dress and heels. It came a little more than halfway down her thighs, showing off her bare cheerleader legs wonderfully. When she turned, I could see the front was a deep scoop neck. While she did not have much in the way of cleavage, I saw that I was going to get a show if she leaned forward. I could see she was not wearing a bra under it, as it was rather form fitting. She looked stunning. She smiled at me as I looked at her.

“You look amazing!!” I said to her. “Your husband should have his head examined for not coming out on this trip. Any guy would be thrilled to have you on his arm tonight, as I am. I’ll have the hottest date at the concert.”

Donna looked at me quizzically. “Concert??” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, pulling a pair of tickets out of my pocket, handing them to her. “OK Mozart. We have tickets for tonight’s event. They’re doing one of the Divertimentos, the 23rd Piano Concerto, and finishing with the Symphony no 40.” It should be pretty good.”

Donna again looked at me as if she were going to melt. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to fall in love with you.”

“That would not be the worst thing to happen to me this year,” I said, smiling at her. She stood up on her toes and kissed me, soft and sweet. As we broke our kiss, I took her hand and led her to the door, and we went up to the restaurant.

We arrived at the restaurant where the hostess confirmed our reservation and seated us. Donna sat first, on the far side of the table. As she was sitting down, her dress rode up and I got another surprise. Under that little black dress I saw a lot of cheerleader thigh, topped by a patch of blonde hair. I don’t think she had planned to spring that on me til later, but I was going to have fun with it. I didn’t let on that I had seen, and we started into dinner, having a discussion of the building and what we had seen. I could not keep out of my mind that I was sitting there at dinner with a good looking blonde who was not wearing panties under her dress, her little bare blonde snatch just waiting for me to come get it.

We finished dinner and went over to the Community Center for the concert. We had seats on the left side of the hall, so we could see the soloist play the piano during the 23rd concerto, one of my favorites, and one I hoped Donna would enjoy. There were some empty seats next to us, though the row behind us was mostly filled. Donna enjoyed the first half of the concert, and was pleased to be able to watch the pianist during the concerto. I discovered she was familiar with the work, and we had a nice chat about its merits and the performance over a couple glasses of wine during intermission. The only piece on the second half of the program was the Mozart Symphony No 40, a brooding work in G minor that, despite its dark tone, is quite beautiful. During the second movement, I put my hand on Donna’s Konya travesti left thigh, gently caressing as the music played. She slid down in her seat to allow me more range, and I was soon rubbing my fingers up and down her slit, which was opening to my touch.

When I first reached her pubes, she leaned over to me and whispered “Surprise!!” I looked at her and smiled back.

“Guess I’m not the only one with surprises tonight,” I whispered back. Donna kissed me on the cheek and laid her head on my shoulder. In the darkened concert hall, I continued my attention to her wonderfully bare pussy, gently and slowly playing during the slow second movement, then picking up the pace during the third, a driving minuet that alternated with a quieter trio section. I almost had her to orgasm when the minuet ended, taking a much slower approach when the trio started, taking her to the brink then backing off. That had to be making her crazy. The movement ended with the minuet repeating, and I had her almost all the way there when it ended. The last movement is an allegro, fast and intense. I used a light touch, alternating with pressure on her clit. About halfway through, I felt her tense up and looked over to see her face grimacing as she bit on her lip to keep from crying out. Her pussy soaked my hand as I held it in her, and I could feel her hips shaking as she had a crashing orgasm, but could not let out a sound. She regained her composure in time for the end of the piece, and we left during the curtain calls. We walked hand in hand back to Price Tower, where she all but tackled me in the elevator.

“I’m gonna get you for that!!” she said, unzipping me and pulling my cock out, stroking it. “You better be ready to make me come again. That was just mean what you did to me at the concert, making me come like that and I couldn’t make a sound!!”

“I bet that really intensified it for you, not being able to make any noise. Besides, that’s what happens to girls who don’t wear panties,” I said, teasing her. She put me away as we reached our floor. I keyed us into the room, and she pulled me to her, kissing me hard. “I’ll be right back,” said Donna, going into the bathroom. I sat on the bed, took my boots off and opened my shirt. Donna came out of the bathroom, ripped my shirt open(fortunately a western shirt with snaps) and pushed me down on the bed. I pushed myself up so I’d be all the way on it, and Donna climbed up, straddling me til she was hovering over my face. She pulled her dress up so she could spread her legs wider, and I was facing down her wide open blonde snatch, already very wet from her orgasm in the concert hall.

“See what you did?? I’ve been open like that for 45 minutes. Now you’re going to do me just like you did in at the concert, but with your tongue.” Donna looked down at me with a wicked look. I looked up at her as she lowered her pussy onto my face. The aroma was intoxicating, and it made my stiff cock only harder as I started licking her in time to the music we had just heard. The alternating short and long notes allowed me to give her varied attention to her once again moistening twat, and I took the opportunity to stick my tongue inside her, tasting her and licking around her clit. Despite having had a shower in the morning, she still had a taste of my wake up load. She was already primed from her first come, and was starting to get really wet, her juices running down my cheeks. She took my head and held it to her now spasming pussy as she came hard all over my face, crying out as her orgasm washed over her. I lapped up her woman come as fast as I could while she shook and moaned on top of me. I let her down slowly, gently licking her and kissing her thighs as best I could reach.

Donna looked down at me with the exhausted, disheveled look of a woman who had just come intensely. İzmir travesti “OK, you redeemed yourself. I haven’t come that hard in longer than I can remember.”

“So what’s my reward??” I asked, smiling up at her. “How about some of that oral action in return??”

Donna smiled. “Maybe you deserve a little too.” She dismounted my face, turned and straddled me again, this time facing away from me. She leaned forward and pulled my cock out of my pants, pushing them down for better access, finally helping me kick them off onto the floor. I was already leaking a steady stream of come from the excitement of eating Donna’s pussy in such a frenzy. She took my cock in her mouth, commenting that I seemed to be well on the way without her even touching me. The bonus for me was that as she leaned forward, her dress rode up, again exposing her open labia to me. As she took my swollen cock in her mouth, I licked her lips up and down, and then her clit. She lifted off me, looking back at me. “If you keep doing that, I’m never going to get a good taste of you.”

“I’ll go easy. Don’t want you to be deprived,” I said. Donna gave me a smirk and went back to sucking my dick. She did a marvelous job, going up and down on it, giving the head attention by swirling her tongue over it. I was soon leaking a generous amount of come into her mouth. Donna was dripping again from the steady attention I was giving her well worked pussy, and again lifted off me as I sent her into another orgasm. She came down from the ecstasy and sat up, turning to face me.

“I want that cock inside me,” said Donna, taking my cock and rubbing the head up and down her opening. Her dress rode up as she spread her legs around me, allowing me a good look at her cheerleader legs on each side of me, her blonde muff open and ready for my swollen cock to penetrate her. She had small pouty labia that were nicely parted, just waiting for a hard cock to slide between them. Donna took my rock hard dick, put the head at her opening, and slid down on me. I watched as first the head, then the shaft disappeared inside her. She took me easily, having had multi orgasms and being well juiced. I felt her ass hit my balls. She settled in, wiggling her hips as she adjusted to my presence inside her. Her eyes glowed as she looked at me.

“Now let’s see what I can do with that thing,” said Donna. She started to ride me, steady at first, then pounding me as she got into it. At that point she lifted her dress off, leaving her naked as she rode. I pushed back, meeting her down thrusts as she hit bottom on me. After about 10 minutes, she reached for me. I took her hands, our fingers entwining. She shuddered as she orgasmed on my cock. Her eyes closed and she squeezed my fingers tightly. Her orgasm brought me closer to mine, and I could feel her pussy getting slicker as my come seeped inside her. Donna felt it too.

“Come in me baby. I know you want to. I can feel you making me sloppy and wet, and that fat cockhead swelling and leaking your hot sweet come inside me.” Her eyes were still closed, as if she were almost in a trance. I felt her wedding and engagement rings digging into my fingers. I looked up at her, in her own world, lost in the rapture of hot sex. She tensed as she came, her pussy squeezing my pulsing dick. As she came, I did, blowing a huge load, burst after burst of hot sperm deep into her, making her orgasm roll on like thunder as it splashed into her womb and overflowed back onto me. It was hot watching her tits bounce as she came, her perky erect nipples standing out.

Finally we both stopped coming, Donna by then resting her head on my chest as she caught her breath. Donna looked up and kissed me, then rolled off me onto the bed. As soon as she changed position, a thick streak of semen rolled down her thigh and onto the sheet. She smiled and scooped it up, pushing it back inside her.

“That was pretty hot for an old married lady,” I said.

“Yeah, too bad my husband doesn’t know!!” Donna shot back. I pulled the covers up and we lay there, kissing gently til we dozed off. Tomorrow the adventure would continue.

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Peter surprised to see a sold sticker been placed across the sign in front of the old Merrick house next door when he arrived home form university. It has lain empty for nearly ten months now, he had wondered, what type of a neighbours they would be getting. He told his mother when he came in to the house about the sold sign. She said to him, “We will soon see who will be the new owner of the house, it’s in need of a lot of tiding and cleaning up to make it liveable again.” Peter had turned 18 seven months earlier in the year.

The women that bought it fall in love with it when first shown it by the real-estate agent. She put the money from the sale of her half of the business she had with her ex-partner into the house. She also knew that with out her it would be just a matter of time for the business to go bust. She knows that Thomas does not have the expertise to run the business effectively by himself.

She had arranged for the removalist deliver and unloaded her furniture into the empty house on a Friday. She had them to take by a circular round about trip so that Thomas would not know what town she had moved. What appealed to her most is it is in a quiet cul-de-sac far away from her ex. Annette introduced herself to Mary on the Saturday morning after she parked her car in her garage. Annette had seen the boy next-door working in his front yard when she pulled in and went to ask him if he wanted to move furniture for her. Walking up their path to the front door, Mary sees her coming and goes out to meet her. Anne greats Mary with a warm smile and say, “Hello, I’m Anne Miller, I’m your new neighbour, and I had the furniture delivered yesterday and was not here to have them put it in place for me. I was just wondering that your son could possible help me to move furniture, I am willing to pay him for doing the work.”

“Hi, I’m Mary Campbell, I am very happy to meet you Anne, would you like to come in for a cuppa as I not long put the jug on to boil. Peter my son is nearly finished out in the garden, when he comes in you might like to ask him youself. I say that he will gladly help you, he is studding at the university and I know that he will do any kind of job to help him with his studies. The work he does around the house has been a great help to me after his father passed away a few yeard back. At eighteen, he not like most boys his age, to me it like he not interested in running after girls, but he has a good head on his shoulders and is always looking to earn more money. He tries to help me around here as much as he can. Please come in, I will set a cup for you, I love to have some company to chat with, you know, women to women.”

“I don’t want to intrude on you.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re not intruding at all, I like a chance to have a chat over a cuppa tea. This will be a good way for the both of us to get to know each other. Peter, when you’re finish can you please have a wash before you come in side, leave your dirty sneakers outside and meet our new neighbour.”

“Okay Mum, be finish in a couple of minutes.”

Taking a gentle but firm hold of Anne arm, Mary leads her inside to the kitchen and says, “Sit here and I get you a cup.” Turning the jug back on again it does not take long to whistle as it comes to the boil.

Peter cleans himself up before coming into the kitchen and sees Anne sitting at the dining table with his mother. They are both sipping their cups of tea, he guesses that her age to be around thirty or thirty one, but he was find out later on that Ankara travesti she was eleven years older than what he thought she was. She told him that she is forty-two. He wants him to helps her set up the house the way that she wants it and he cannot keep his eyes off her big breasts. She has selected the bedroom at the rear of the house for herself. Looking out the window Peter sees that he has an unobstructed view into this room from his up stairs bedroom.

Over three nights of her first week in the house, he starts to know her routine at night by having a shower or a bath at eight thirty. She likes to walk around the house in a long flowing black see through lace nigh dress. He has gotten into a habit of being in his room with the light off at eight fifteen. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he waits for his now regular nighttime show that is put on by his sexy new neighbour. He asked his friend from university to return his binoculars, saying that he needed them; he wanted to take up bird watching again.

Over the ensuring six months, she has seen Peter looking at her a lot and has not put too much behind it. She likes his company a lot, as she can talk to him and he is a good listener. He has been helping her to tidy up the yards and has noticed that Anne is getting quiet large in the tummy; he thinks that she just putting on a lot of weight. He had also noticed that she liked to wear loose fitting shorts with wide leg opening. He has able to see the crouch of her knickers on many occasions when they have been working together in her gardens when she crouches down to pull out some weeds.

One morning when he is studding for an exam, he hears loud voices in an intense argument coming from next door. Coming down stairs and opening his door to see a man standing at her front door. He hears Annette say to him, “I don’t want to know about your problems with the store. Remember you got me pregnant; your solution was to buy me out. If you have run it to financial mismanagement, that your problem and it is of no concern of mine anymore, is it.”

“Please Anne, I beg you to help me with this.”

“What, you want me help you now, what about me, I came to you when I first found out I am pregnant and having your baby. What did you say to me, O that right, I do not want any children to spoil my way of life? It your problem now and you go and do something about it. When I said I wanted to keep it, what did you do? Well you went over to the bank, took out a loan to buy me out, So when you bought me out I made a decision that I never want you in my life and I don’t want you any were near this baby.”

She places her right hand on her tummy. Looking over she sees Peter standing on his veranda and she calls out to him, “I’m all right for now there no need to call the police.”

Thomas turns around to see Peter standing looking at him and a pain of fear tugs at his insides. Colin thinks, what is Anne on about, I wonder if she wants me to play along, before he calls back, “Are you sure, when I herd all the yelling, I thought to come out first before ringing the police.”

“He leaving right now and we won’t be seeing him around here again, am I?”

“Please Anne, don’t do this to me, I love you.”

“You have a very funny way of showing your love for me. The only time I see you when I am seven months pregnant and you want me to buy back into the business again. That is the most idiotic thing that I have ever heard coming from your mouth. Do you think that I am that Konya travesti stupid? No way arsehole, go before I tell Peter to call the police. Leave now Thomas, I do not need you in my life, not now or ever. You are a real born looser and I am sure as hell a lot better off without you. I will not ask you again, go, get off my property and never come back here again.”

After Thomas has gone, she comes over to see Peter, and says to him, “I want to apologise for interrupt your studies, I am very sorry and it won’t happen again.”

“There no need to apologise, when I herd you sort of yelling out, I thought, that is out of character for you. That why I came out to see what is going on and if you need my help in anyway.”

Touching the left side of his face with her right hand, when her hand makes contacts with his face, his heart starts racing. She says to him in a caring way, “You are such a good friend to me and I am thankful for the help you given me around the place.”

She gives him a kiss on the check and his heart thumps even harder with in his chest. It never pounded like this before, not even when he spied on her at night when he is masturbating.

“Do you have time for a coffee Peter before you head of to university?”

“Yah sure, I love too, my first lectures today start at twelve, I will finish my assignment and I will be straight over.”

“I will leave the door ajar, so just yell out when you walk in the door.”

Thinking, now I know why her breasts had gotten heavier and her belly is swelling out the way it is. He likes the way her body is changing, being seven months pregnant; it has made her very sexy looking woman. He thinks that she is alluring before, but now, he wants her more than ever. Now he taken notice of her and he likes what he sees, that is mother hood in full bloom and she is radiates it like the midday sun.

He just sits down at his desk to try to finish his assignment; he looks out his window to see Annette undressing in her room. He picks up the binoculars, watching her remove the pants and throws it into the laundry basket followed by the top. She runs her hands over her tummy and then cups her breasts. He watches her remove her bra, panties, and they end up in the basket. For the first time since she moved in, he has finally been able to see her fully naked.

He looks at her large swollen breasts with their big brown nipples, her swollen belly and long shapely legs that seam to go on forever.

He watches with fascination as she massages each breast, he focuses onto the nipples. White drops of fluid appear on each nipple. Then she squeezes her breasts firmly and he sees a stream of liquid spray from each nipple. He realise its breast milk that she squeezed out from them. She picks up a glass tumbler, holding it under one of her nipples; she begins to collect her milk in it. When she has expressed a half of a glass she changes over to the other breasts.

While he watches he undue the zip on his shorts, pulled them and his underpants down to his ankles and steps out of them. He moves over to the edge of his bed and sits down. He watches as she fills the glass and put it on the chest of draws beside her bed. All the time that he is stroking his penis, he is thinking, it should be sliding in and out of her fanny. He keeps looking when she sits no the side of her bed and he sees her look directly at his window. He says to him self, “God, I hope that she can’t see me up here.”

Then he remembers the İzmir travesti thin white net curtain he has pulled across the window when he came back upstairs.

It is a great relief for Anne, to release the overwhelming pressure that has built up inside of her swollen breasts. About three weeks ago, she had to start to express the milk from her breasts to relieve the discomfort by the milk she is producing already. Thinking, “God, I have two more months to go before the baby comes out, how much bigger are these things going to be getting, I don’t even want to think the milk till then. But nature won’t let me, I making so much now, I have to try and think of some way to keep it under control.”

Placing the glass down on the chest of draws next to the bed, she then sits on the side closest to the window. Because of her enlarged belly, she has to sit with her legs spread open. Looking out her window, she glances up to his bedroom window; she wonders if he is up there now and are looking down at her.

She says to her self, “So what if he is looking at me, I have seen him looking at me when we are in the yard working. I am sitting on my bed with out any cloths on. I become aroused when I caught him looking up the leg of my shorts to catch a glimpse of my nickers. Just talking about him is making me wet between the legs.

He is a hansom young man, hell my fanny wants to feel that big cock of his in side of it and so do I.” She slowly moves her hand down to her pubic mound and puts a finger into her clitoris. She slowly stimulate the very sensitive tip by slow circular motion, just how she like it and have done on so many occasions when she alone and in need of sexual relief.

Peter follows her hand movement and focus on where it has come to rest. He watches what she is doing now; he sees her hand moving in a small circular movement at her genital area. He has over heard a couple of girls at uni talking about how they play with them selves but has not had the opportunity to watch a girl or a women actually doing it. He sees he lying back on the bed and she leaves her legs on the floor.

Lying backwards on the bed Anne relaxes, she begins to feel the build up to an orgasm. With her eyes closed, she is dreaming that Peter is touching and stimulating her. Taking hold of a pillow next to her head, she puts it over her mouth to stifle the cries of joy when her climax takes control of her body.

Thinking, “God I never had one this strong for a long time. What would it be like to have him actually fuck me, how can I let him know that I want him to make advances towards me and it all right to have sex with me.”

His hand movements has speeded up, a warm feeling is growing and spreading through out the lower part of his body as he is nearing what he wants most. He watches her lay herself back down on her bed, opening her legs further apart as she build up to her own body-shaking climax. He can feel the pressure building with in the base of his cock; he knows it only matter of time now before he will shoot his seed over his hand and on his bedspread. He sees that she has put two fingers into her fanny and is moving them in and out quickly.

Her climax is fast approaching like a non-stop express train, she does not intend to stop it, and she wants it to come, she loves that all over body tingling sensation that comes with it. She far from caring if Peter is watching her, she has gotten her self this way by dreaming that it is his cock inside of her not her two fingers. I want to share my body with him; he can have my cunt whenever he wants to fuck it. He can have my milk anytime he wants to suckle from my breasts, yes that it; he can help me to relieve i been looking for. I hope he wants to suckle it as much as I want him too.

End of Chapter 1

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I was 19 years old attending my first year of college and need extra money to help pay for books and things. My mother, a LPN that did in-home nursing, offered me a job to stay overnight at an elderly man house to help her out. Three nights a week I would have to spend the night over at the elderly gentleman’s house after college. This arrangement was excellent for me because it allowed plenty of time to do homework and study for my classes.

The elderly man, Mr. Barnhart, was well know in the community and extremely wealthy. He owned several buildings in the town and supposedly worth a few million. For an older man, he was strangely attractive being 6 foot tall with blue eyes and tall slender.

I would arrive around 7 pm each evening just after my mother had bathed him, put him into his pajamas and got him into bed. Mr. Barnhart and I would talk and crack jokes until around 8 before he would go off to sleep. He liked to tease me about my tight clothes and young body telling me that if he didn’t wake up at least he would go with my pretty image in his mind.

My father fell and hurt his back which required my mother to spend more time at home. So I had to go to Mr. Barnhart’s house even earlier and perform all the duties she had to do like make his Ankara travesti dinner and prepare him for bed. My mother asked me if I could handle it and I told her that it was no problem even though I was nervous about having to bath him.

The first day came with me taking on all the responsibility that my mother left to me. I made him dinner and sat down to eat with him which he seemed to really enjoy. During dinner, he was more up beat than normal and his eyes were darting up and down my body. It probably didn’t help that I was wearing loose baggy short that rode up my thighs and a white t-shirt that clung tightly outlining the shape of my breast.

It came time for me to bath Mr. Barnhart. I wasn’t looking forward to doing it but strangely I was intrigue on how he would look naked. I prepared his bath for him then entered the bedroom to help him get undressed. He was nervously joking around with me about seeing him naked and I told him not to worry.

Slowly I removed his shirt revealing a wrinkly older man that during his younger years was probably damn hot. Then shoe and pants came off next leaving him standing there in just his boxers. When I was about to remove his boxer, he looked me right in the eye revealing his building excitement Konya travesti and pleasure.

I smiled and slowly pulled his boxers off releasing his semi hard dick and huge sagging balls. I stared at his big balls in amazement wondering how they could be so darn big and he caught me staring and smiled.

I helped him to the bathtub and assisted him into the warm water. I couldn’t help myself from checking him out in the bathroom mirror. I grabbed a washcloth and lathered it up and began washing his chest and back. As I rubbed down his chest to his stomach, his cock began to twitch and grow harder and harder.

The water in the tub splash up on to me getting my white cotton t-shirt soaking wet making my nipples clearly visible through the thin material. His eyes were glued to my chest were he could clearly see my hard nipples poking out and large brown areolas.

I asked him if he needed help washing his privates and he told me that he did. So I rubbed the washcloth between his legs lathering up his balls real good. Cupping his balls with the other hand I ran the washcloth up his shaft pulling and pushing it up and down making his cock grow nice and hard.

He began moaning and laying his head back with his eyes closed as İzmir travesti I stroked fast and squeezed his big balls. He slid his hand over to my breast rubbing my hard nipple and squeezing my firm breast. It wasn’t longer before he began to shoot huge jets of cum from his thin long hard cock.

I helped him from the tub and he kissed me on the cheek thanking me for a great bath. He got ready for bed and laid down to watch television. I left him alone for awhile but couldn’t get what just happen out of my mind. I was so damn horny and needed relief.

I undressed and walked completely naked into his bedroom and his eyes almost popped out of his head. I told him that he got to cum earlier and now it was my turn. He told me to get on the bed and play with my pussy for him. I pulled the sheets down and took of his pajama bottoms, climbed up on the bed, and played with my wet cunt while I stroked his growing cock.

My hot young body was driving him wild and he stared fingering my pussy paying good attention to my clit. He was skillful at using his hands and got me extremely hot. I took his 7″ cock into my mouth working up and down the shaft and taking his huge balls in my mouth.

Realizing his cock was beginning to pulsate, I squeezed his balls taking his cock deep into my mouth making sure that he exploded deep in my throat. When he came, it set me off and my pussy began shudder over and over again. I climbed off the bed and kissed him good night. That night was the first of many fun baths that we shared together.

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Erica Allston was back from her morning run, a daily ritual that helped the gorgeous, 65-year-old silver-haired grandmother keep her body firm and flexible. She loved working out, and also helping out her family in any way possible. For her grandchildren, and their young friends, that meant lending a hand if they needed it.

And given Erica’s talented hands, not to mention other parts of her luscious granny body, she was a very popular lady.

She’d grabbed a towel and dabbed the sweat from her face and sat down at her computer to catch up on things. The bell rang. She looked at the clock which read 7:15, rather early for a visitor. She went to the window and looked on the landing, where stood a friend of her grandchildren, Danny Johnson, a handsome young lad of 18, tall with a curly mane of black hair and flashing green eyes.

She smiled and didn’t really have to wonder what he needed.

“Come in, Danny, come in!” she said brightly, opening the door where the boy stood smiling, looking at the sexy senior citizen with her silvery hair pulled into a ponytail, and sweaty body in a skin-tight, soaking wet t-shirt and tiny satin green running shorts, white socks and sneakers on her feet, her legs long, strong and well muscled. “I must look a fright, though, I just ran my five miles for the day and haven’t cleaned up!”

“You look….fantastic, Mrs. Allston!” the boy gushed, following her inside.

Erica laughed and sat back down at her computer, those little shorts riding high as she did, revealing nearly every inch of her freckled, tanned thighs, so well formed and firm, and rugged calves below bulging above her little white socks.

“Please, have some juice or something, Danny, I just have to answer one last email here, help yourself!”

The boy shuffled to the ‘fridge, got a glass of OJ and walked back beside her, nervously shuffling from foot to foot as she typed.

“What can I do for you this fine morning, young man?” Erica chirped brightly. “You have school, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mrs. Allston, in about a half hour,” he said, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful woman, from the saggy, sexy flesh of her wrinkled neck down to those amazing legs that he’d always admired. “I was just…uh…”

“Just wondering if I’d lend you a hand before school?” she laughed, shutting her laptop and twisting on her swivel chair to face him, crossing those sexy legs before him.

This wasn’t unfamiliar territory. She’d lent the boy a hand on several occasions, and other parts of her, and she loved his shyness about it every time.

“Oh, Danny, you don’t have to be so hesitant, you know how happy I am to help young people!” she said, arms folded across her ample chest as she looked at him. “Now, what seems to be the problem?”

“Well, it’s Giselle, you know, we’ve been dating for awhile, and well…she…we….it’s just that….” He stammered.

“Of course, of course, the little girl gets you all hot and bothered and leaves you high and dry, I know all about that,” Erica laughed. “Well, that’s how some girls are, you have to respect that, don’t overstep your boundaries. Now, what does she do to you?”

He blushed deeply, eliciting another laugh from the granny, as she bounced her crossed leg, a sizable crease of muscle on each side of her tanned shin.

“Danny, you can tell me, I’ve heard it all before, believe me!”

“Well, we kiss a lot and stuff, and I like, you know, do things to her, her boobies, play with her…down there….with my fingers….tongue…” he said, transfixed by that bouncing foot and marvelous calf above. “And she’ll….she’ll play with me, but she’s a tease, you know, she’ll like jerk it…and put her mouth…well, she doesn’t finish, that’s all….”

“Oh, that’s enough!” Erica smiled. “Honey, how long has this been going on?”

“Well, all this week,” he groaned. “I’m about ready to burst!”

“Of course you are, dear boy, you must have a frightful case of blue balls, as they’re called!” she said, looking at his crotch and Ankara travesti noticing a thick outline there. “Mercy, you’re erect right now, aren’t you?”

He blushed more deeply.

“Is that from Giselle’s teasing or something else?” she asked pointedly, a smile on her pretty face.

“Something else,” he said softly. “You, Mrs. Allston, it’s you, and your…your….”

“My legs?” she laughed. “Is it my legs that you’ve been staring at that have given, uh, rise to the situation?”

He nodded furiously and anxiously.

“Well, then,” she sighed, slipping off the stool and taking his hand, leading him to the living room couch. “I’ve got just the thing to take care of you…”

She sat him on one side of the couch, sitting to his right and slipping off her sneakers, leaving her little socks on, hoisting her feet up and across his lap, causing him to jump. She laughed, and pressed her meaty calves onto his crotch.

“Now then, young man, let’s take care of things!”

She leaned over and unsnapped his pants, pulling them down, his pretty young cock springing out, stiff as a rock and oozing precum, the cap shiny and wet. She giggled and spread her legs, pulling his dick between them, then gently encircling it with her calves, crossing her socked ankles. The slight pressure of her insanely sexy lower legs, the velvety touch of her slightly sagging but smooth skin, just about put Danny over the edge the second contact was made. He groaned and arched his back, trying to fuck the calves deliciously hugging his cock.

“Now, now, eager boy, let Granny Erica do the work,” she laughed, leaning back. “Or my calves, I should say! I do this for my special boys, my special boys who seem enamored with my old legs!”

“Oh, my GOD, Mrs….Granny Erica!” he cried out as he settled down and watched Erica’s calves slowly tense around his stiff dick, the muscles pulsating on it.

“Yes, do call me that, it’s rather sexy,” she cooed. “Now we don’t have much time, but I do want you to enjoy my calves….”

She smiled, leaning back on the couch arm, pulling off her top and bra, her 34C boobs starkly white against the rest of her tanned torso, sagging a bit to each side, but creamy and smooth, thick nipples erect, delicate blue veins running through each just below that milky skin.

“You could use a visual, Danny,” she giggled. “Now, how do my calves feel on you?”

She squeezed his cock a bit harder, the muscles tensing around it, the flesh hard and pulsating, devouring the cock head which oozed pre-cum like a hose. She laughed and squeezed a bit harder, and started to quiver them a bit on his trapped meat.

“Some boys like when I quake my calves like this, do you, Danny?”

“Oh fuck yes, Granny Erica, fuck yes!”

“Dear boy, such profanity!” she laughed, balling up her sweat-soaked bra and leaning forward to stuff it into his eager mouth, muffling his moans. “This should keep you a little quiet, and give you a bit of my taste and scent as a bonus!”

He groaned loudly through the material, sucking the salty fluid from it, savoring it, his dick on fire as it was worked in the elderly woman’s tightening calf flesh. Erica smiled as she stroked him, using all his copious pre-cum as lubricant, locking her calves tightly on his cock and pumping her muscular limbs up and down.

Danny’s head lolled back, eyes rolling in his head, one of his trembling hands on her sweaty feet, the other on her thighs.

“Do my feet smell badly?” Erica giggled. “All sweaty from my run? Take my socks off, would you?”

He eagerly obeyed, puling the socks off her gnarled feet and smashing them into his face, inhaling her sexy, sweaty scent before tossing them to the floor, her painted toes wet and shiny. He ran his trembling hand over them.

“Between my toes, that’s it, get your fingers all wet with my toe funk!” she hissed, feeling a bit of dominance overtake her. “Now smell them! Put them up your nose, Danny, and smell my dirty toes!”

Danny was delirious Konya travesti now, rubbing his wet fingers into his nose, inhaling her acrid foot stench and going back for more, then pulling the bra from his mouth to suck his fingers, tasting her bitter foot flavor.

“Oh, you are a naughty one!” she laughed. “You love ALL my legs, don’t you, every inch!”

“Yesssss, Granny Erica, so much, so much,” he moaned.

“Bend over, bend over and suck them!” she growled.

The young athlete was flexible enough to bend from the waist, his cock still imprisoned in Erica’s thrusting calves, and suck her toes, groaning madly, nibbling the salty digits, sucking them one by one into his mouth, bathing between them with his tongue. The taste, tangy and bitter, drove him wild and now he sucked all five on each foot, his tongue rapidly circling them all, anxious to taste every foul-smelling bit of flesh.

His cock was ready to explode and now Erica rapidly whipped her calves on his cock, one at a time, pumping the right one up, then the left, in a bicycle motion. The slick hard calves jerked him off with masterful precision, making his moans louder. He pulled his mouth off her freshly sucked toes and sat back.

“Granny Erica! Gonna….cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” he screamed.

“Fire away, boy, you deserve it!” she laughed, jacking his cock in her scissoring calves so quickly now they were blurry to their eyes.

Danny came, with a screaming growl from deep in his sexual soul, a week’s worth of spunk trying to escape at once, and doing so not in the usual thick ropy jets of the young, but splattering and wild. Huge gobs of sperm flew out from his cock head as it was being jerked by the older woman’s magical calves, whipping to the left and right.

Giant orbs of his goo flew up and decorated his face, lips and chin, as others danced to the opposite side, landing in circular splats on the giant glass coffee table before the couch. Still others sprayed up and onto Erica’s scissoring calves and rugged thighs, with two hitting her in the tits, and another thick wad into one eye, and another on her laughing lips.

He came hard and long, those flying gobs of sperm finally waning as she now settled her powerful calves to a halt, taking the head in her quivering, silky calves, squeezing the last of it out, a bubbling blanket that coated her wrinkly shins and cascaded down the sides to pool on his drained balls and shaved pubic area.

“Oh, my WORD!” she laughed, one eye sealed shut by cum, strands of it leaking into her mouth from the other that coated her lips. “You certainly needed that, young man!”

“I’m sorry,” he said with a weak smile, finally sated and relaxed. “I got you in the eye….”

“And boobs…and mouth…and thighs and calves, my table, your face!” she laughed with delight, lifting her calves off his drooping dick. “Now, we must clean up…”

“Allow me,” he said graciously, cupping her calves in his hands and lifting them to his mouth. “It’s the least I can do…”

“My, my, my, you ARE a polite if not naughty boy, that is so sweet!” she laughed.

Danny never had trouble eating his own cum, mostly because he jerked off so much and so much caught him in the face and mouth, and he now eagerly lapped Erica’s cum-slick shins and calves, groaning at the taste of his spunk, Erica wide eyed and watching him work. He made his way up her freckled thighs, gobbling his load from them, then off her sweet, sagging tits, lapping up her wrinkled neck for a gob or two there. He licked up her chin, lapping the pearly smear around her lips, and giggling, sucked the gob off her eye before kissing her deep and wet.

“Such a romantic for one so young,” she cooed into his mouth, framing his face in her old hands.

They finally broke and Erica swung her legs to the floor, eying the spunk dotting the glass table. She winked at him, leaned over and licked it clean, gathering the sperm in her mouth and standing to embrace and kiss him, sharing the load she İzmir travesti shot into his mouth. His cock, still hard, poked between her thighs and he slowly fucked them with it.

“My goodness, Danny, you’re still hard!” she laughed, pulling back and reaching between them to stroke his cock. “You could probably go another round!”

“Oh, for sure, Granny Erica, but…” he said, looking at the clock on the wall. “I have to leave in like five minutes…”

She smiled and sat on the couch, he standing before her.

“Plenty of time, if you know the tricks,” she growled. “Now, turn around…”

“Yes, ma’am!” he said brightly.

Erica cooed as she looked at his smooth, muscular young ass, palming the flesh and parting it, Danny’s puckered asshole opening with it. She let out a low moan and brought her face to it, instantly skewering it with her long, talented tongue, making the young man jump.

“Anyone ever do this to you before,” she hissed into the sweet young butt cheeks framing her face.

“No, ma’am!” he cried. “It feels…amazing!”

“Yes, I know,” she said confidently, returning her tongue to Danny’s virginal asshole, plunging her tongue in and out rapidly, reaching between his thighs to stroke his wet cock.

She got him soaking wet for a minute and then turned him around, his cock dripping before her eyes.

“Now, Danny, my trick,” she cooed, cupping his big, hairless balls in her right hand, extending her middle finger up to tickle his wet asshole. “A man’s prostate is very sensitive, and if manipulated the right way can produce quite a satisfying ejaculation…”

“Really?” he asked in an astonished tone, looking down at the elderly woman before him as she breathed on his cock just inches away.

“Really,” she continued. “Now, just relax and resist the urge to clamp down on my finger. I’m going to insert it into your rectum, rather deeply, and when I find the prostate…well, you’ll know!”

He gulped and relaxed as best he could as the sexy silver-haired woman’s finger slowly made its way past the muscles of his sphincter and inside, past the first knuckle, then the second, all the way in as the rest of her hand squeezed his anxious balls.

“OH MY GOD!” he cried out.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“Hell no, it feels…INCREDIBLE!”

“Honey,” she sighed, extending her tongue to lick the tip of his cock, cleaning it of a tiny pearl of cum still there, “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”

She slowly, very slowly, wiggled her finger in his ass, in little circles, seeking out and then finding the tiny prostate gland, the tip of it tickling and pressing on it, making Danny groan loudly, his cock jumping before her smiling face.

“I don’t even have to touch you, Danny,” she said in a sultry growl, “and I can get you to do this…”

She massaged his prostate harder now, pushing on it, triggering the most mind-blowing ejaculation of Danny’s life. The second it started to jet cum, she opened her mouth widely around it, trying not to touch it, and the river of seed filled it with scorching hot jolts of boy cream. Danny screamed, his ass clamping on her finger, sucking it in deeper, eager for its forceful, urgent probing, and when he finished cumming, he felt like his balls had been turned inside out, milked bone dry. He watched in amazement as Erica licked the last of it from his cock and opened her mouth to show him the thick pond of sperm on her tongue. She winked and gulped it down loudly.

“Not bad,” she laughed, standing up and kissing him. “With a minute to spare!”

They hugged for a long moment, and Danny walked to the door, apologizing on the way out.

“I’m sorry, Granny Erica, I feel like I should do something for you,” he said as she held the door open.

“Just get on to school and learn something, that’s the best thing you can do for me,” she laughed, playfully slapping his tight little ass. “Until I can think of something else, when you have more time!”

“I’m so lucky to know someone like you!” he said with a goofy teenage-boy grin as he darted off to his car, sated and happy, as Erica waved goodbye.

“And I to know you,” she sighed to herself, running her tongue over her gums where the taste of his sweet boy cream lingered. “And I to know you all…”

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