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Knock Knock!!

I was Knocking on the door of one of my closets friends. I was 18 years old and Mark was 58. I can hear you already saying “what?” Mark and I had met a year before and had become close friends, he helped me with my homework and always encouraged me to do well, to tell the truth he was like an adopted dad to me.

“Hiya Jess” came Marks voice as he opened the door, “come in I wont be a minute, I just need to get something from the kitchen.”

As I walked in I saw a picture of mark and I on a day out we had to Blackpool, I don’t know why but I suddenly felt myself getting hotter the more I thought about him. In mid thought Mark walked back in and sat down beside me. “so how are you?” he asked, “I’m fine thanks, you?”

“I’m great, I got a video out for us to watch, it’s a bit of a chic flick, I thought you would like it” he said.

As we sat back to watch the film I couldn’t get the somewhat dirty thoughts I was having about him out of my head. As the film started I snuggled up to him, which was not unusual for me, I felt safe when I was with him and he was so big and strong I couldn’t help feeling warm inside.

As the film went on my thoughts were getting worse, I wanted Bostancı Escort to suck his hard cock and feel his tongue tickling my clit…unconsciously I started to stroke the inside of his thigh as I imagined his big hands stroking my hair as he kissed my body all over.

Suddenly a bang on the film brought me back to my senses and I realised what I was doing, more to the point I noticed what it was doing to him. His cock was straining to get out of his trousers, as I looked up he was smiling down at me and he undid his zip and placed my hand onto his cock.

In what seemed like a dream I started to gently stroke his big dick, tickling the tip and massaging the shaft until his dick was fully erect, he was letting out gentle moans which spurred me on further…I leant down and put my lips around the head and gently sucking, teasing allowing only a small amount into my mouth at a time…gradually I got the whole of his dick into my mouth and I started gently sucking on it, tormenting the tip with my circular tongue motion.

When he could take the tormenting no longer, Mark pushed me onto my back and began to unbutton my blouse while kissing me passionately, pushing his tongue into my mouth Kadıköy Escort and wrestling with my tongue…e began running his finger in between my breasts teasing me as I had done to him, he removed my bra and began caressing my breasts gently with his cupped hands stroking the nipples until they became small hard pink rocks…he took each nipple in turn and began to suck it and pull gently on it with his teeth. (I was in heaven, my fantasies were coming true, yet I had a sense of guilt knowing that this was the last thing I should be doing) He continued down my body kissing as he went until he reached my trousers, which he managed to undo with great speed.

As he leaned forward to kiss me I could feel his hard cock pressing against my mound through my panties, undid his shirt and threw it to the floor and then slipped my hand down to my panties which I managed to pull off easily. I pushed him backwards into a sitting position and slipped my hand to my mound where I began to play with myself sliding first one finger into my tight hole followed by a second…I was enjoying myself so much that I nearly forgot mark was there, that is until he pushed me backwards and slipped his hot tongue into my Göztepe Escort warm, wet hole, this sent shudders down my spine, he sucked on my clit until it became very hard and I became VERY wet.

I was ready for him, as he leant forward I guided his erect penis into my tight cunt and he pushed it in right down to the balls. I was already feeling orgasmic as he started to pump in and out, deep and fast, while kissing my neck and chest. I gripped onto his broad shoulders as he got faster and faster, I could feel his balls banging against me as I arched my back so that his shaft would rub against my clit…he whispered “I’m ready”

I too was ready to have the most explosive orgasm of my life, as he pushed deeper and deeper I could hold it no longer, my body began to shudder as my muscles tightened around his shaft he exploded inside me, filling me with his hot cum.

As I started to come down he was still filling me, he began to kiss me and fondle my breasts as his dick began to soften inside me.

As he pulled out he smiled at me as if to say would you like this to happen again…I pulled him close and we hugged and kissed not wanting our night to end…unfortunately it had to end some time, as we got up I saw the time and thought “oh no”

“I have missed the last train home” Mark looked at me and said ,”you know you are more than welcome to stay here” with a twinkle in his eye…he took me by the hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom…

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For Barbara. I hope you like it hun.

I had met Barbara on here actually (), looking through the profiles of members. We exchanged Emails a couple of times a month in the last year or so but that was about it.

In one of our email exchanges I told her I was going to be going to Leeds for a meeting. She replied that she lived just outside of Leeds and that we should have dinner. I was happy that I would get to see her as she looked and sounded like fun.

She was older than me, about 42 but she was really very sexy. I was 31. She gave me her number so I called when I arrived on Friday afternoon. I had thought about having her come to the hotel for dinner and of course wondered if she would come to my room after for a drink and maybe something else. She surprised me by saying that she wanted me to come to dinner at her home that she didn’t want to get out in bad weather, so if I didn’t mind she would fix a good home cooked meal since I would be eating room service for a week.

I arrived and she greeted me at the door and much to my disappointment she was dressed smartly but not very sexy. She looked a lot older than me, but that didn’t put me off. She was very attractive and had a great chest. I gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek, (I could feel her lovely breasts press against me) and we sat down. We were talking and she would get up and on to check on the dinner.

After we finished eating, she returned with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses and said, “lets go in the other room”. We returned to a small room that had a TV, a sofa and a chair and a huge fireplace. She said she would start a fire and after she got the fire roaring she returned to the big chair and sat down. I was on the sofa. After a couple of minutes of chitchat she said she was getting a bit warm with the roaring fire so she would be right back. She returned with a long one piece “robe” that went shoulders to floor, no buttons or tie, but the neck was just low enough that she was showing some very nice cleavage. It was apparent form the movement of her breasts that she no longer had a bra on either. Things were looking up.

She brought the wine bottle over to fill my glass and sat beside me. There was certainly some sexual tension in the room and things got very quiet. She cleared her throat and said, “Well, am I being to obvious?” She placed her hand on my arm and leaned forward and her breasts were almost falling out of her robe.

“Obvious? About what?” I asked and leaned over and kissed her.

The small light kiss immediately turned into a passionate kiss, our tongues meeting each other and she began to moan. After we broke the kiss she took a deep breath. We kissed again only this time I moved my hand to her breast, first on the outside then sliding it inside the low neckline and found that her breasts were even nicer than I had fantasized about when I jerked off thinking about her.

I pinched her nipple lightly and she let out a moan, this time loudly, so I continued down and moved my head to Bayan Eskort her waiting nipple and began to suck. By now she was sighing and moaning and every now & then an “oh shit” or “oh fuck” would slip out. I worked each of her breasts with my mouth and finally let her nipple slip out of my mouth with a “POP” as the pressure of my sucking was released. She leaned back and smiled “that felt wonderful”, she whispered. She stood up and let the robe drop to the floor.

“Lets go by the fire,” she said as she picked up a blanket that was folded on the couch and spread it before the fire.

She knelt before me as I pulled my sweater over my head. She unbuttoned my trousers and let them slide to the floor. She began to kiss my legs above the knee and worked her way upward, slipping her hand inside the leg of my boxer shorts and ran her finger nails along my now hard cock. With her other hand she pulled my shorts down and my cock sprang out. In one motion she pulled them down and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked for a few moments, then took me out of her mouth and looked up at me.

“Would you like me to make you cock in my mouth,” she asked as she slowly ran her hand lightly over my cock.

I looked down at her and said, “whatever you would like Barbara, whatever you would like.”

As her lips slowly enveloped my cock I put my hands behind her head. Her head slowly moved back and forth and she sucked hard on my cock. She would pull away every now and then and run her tongue along my heaving balls.

She pulled me down to her on the blanket and pillows and pushed me on to my back, she was kissing my cock on the head. Up and down the shaft her lips slid.

“Would you mind, I mean, I would love to have you in my pussy, feel your hard cock inside me, it has been some time since… well you know.” She explained.

I smiled at her as she slowly moved up my body, took hold of my cock and guided it into her wet, deep, begging pussy. I could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy as she eased my cock into her. She leaned back as she sat firmly on my shaft. She now had me all the way inside her pussy and she closed her eyes.

“Oh shit, that feels so good.”

She tightened the muscles inside her and I could feel her squeeze my cock. She leaned over to me and kissed my deeply and began to fuck me. She was sliding up and down on my shaft with her tongue in my mouth then sat back up and pushed harder and faster. She leaned back and put her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit. Within no time she was Cumming, as she started she pulled tight around my cock and I felt her shudder as she came.

“Shit, that was nice baby” She smiled, looking like the cat that got the cream.

I still hadn’t cum so I rolled her over onto her back and started to fuck her fast and hard. She raised her legs over my shoulder, which let me go deeper. I could feel my balls slapping her ass as I drove my hard cock deeper & deeper into her pussy.

She was Anadolu Yakası Escort holding the blanket in a death grip as I continued to fuck her. Again her hand went to her clit with her legs over my shoulders.

“Oh baby I’m going to cum” I cried.

I took hold of her hips and rammed my cock hard and fast into her pussy. I arched my back as my balls exploded into her. I stopped thrusting and leaned back with my cock still inside of her.

“That was fantastic Barbara,” I whispered.

“Oh mark, I’m not finished yet,” she said as she climbed off my cock and picked up her robe. “I need a shower. Want to come wash my back?” she asked.

She let her robe fall to the bathroom floor and stepped towards the shower. She turned on the shower and stepped into the shower. It didn’t take me long to remove the rest of my clothes and join her.

“Wash me darling” she said as she passed me the soap.

I lathered my hands with the soap and slowly run them up and down her back. Her skin felt so soft. My hands slid up and down her back, around her ass and round to the front. I felt her nipples were hard as my soaped hands glided across her large breasts. I guided my hands up her back and down her front. I kissed her neck and shoulders. Barbara leaned forward and placed her hands on the bathroom wall and parted her legs.

I didn’t need any encouragement as my hands slid to her pussy. A small tuft of cropped pubic hair decorated the entrance to her pussy. I washed that with my hands and slipped a finger into her pussy. Her pussy felt very wet and warm. I could feel my cum slowly running down my fingers as I finger fucked her. I pulled her back onto me and guided my cock into her pussy. Her hands slipped down the wall as I bent her over in the shower.

“Fuck me hard my darling” she begged as my cock slid in and out of her pussy.

I took a firmer grip of her hips and pulled her hard onto me. The water washing over our bodies increased the sound on the slapping as my hips hit her ass. I began to pant as harder as I came inside Barbara for the 2nd time. I pulled my cock out of her. She stood up and kissed me. After we washed each other down and dried ourselves off we headed into her bedroom.

Barbara lay on her back on the bed and lifted her arms, beckoning me. Her breasts looked fantastic as the lay on her chest.

I climbed onto the bed and she took me in her arms. I kissed her passionately, our tongues intertwining.

I kissed her face, her breasts and down to her thighs. Barbara opened her thighs as she sensed what was about to happen. I rolled my tongue along her thighs and around her pussy. Barbara gasped for air and the muscles around her pussy flexed as my tongue tickled and played with her.

Barbara took hold of my head and giggled, “Fucking eat me, NOW!!”

Her giggles turned into gasps of pleasure as my tongue ran up and down her hardening clit. I lapped at her pussy lips trying to taste the juices from her pussy. Barbara Pendik Escort was toying with her nipples as I ate her pussy. I slowly slid a finger into her pussy as I sucked onto her clit. Slowly I finger fucked her as my tongue excited her clit. Barbara stopped playing with her nipples and took told of her sheets as the beginnings of an orgasm started to run through her body. I fingered her faster as I sensed her pleasure.

“Faster, Faster” She gasped as the orgasm shot through her body.

Barbara took hold of my head and gently pulled me up to her. She kissed me passionately again as my hands finished off what she had started with her nipples. Her breasts were amazing, very large and very soft. I sat up a little so I could get a good look at her breasts. I felt the hardness of her breasts as my mouth closed around one. I gently sucked and licked the nipples and she gave me a happy smile and ran her hand up and down my head.

“I have something that I want to show you,” she said as she leant forward to the edge of the bed and reached under the bed. As she got back onto the bed, held in her hand was a large vibrator. About 9 inch of thick hard plastic. She smiled as she turned it on and gently ran it over her nipples. I could see her nipples react to the stimulation. I could also see Barbara react to it too.

She slid the vibrator down her body and onto her thighs, her eyes closed. I took a gentle hold of one of her thighs and parted her legs. She opened her eyes and smiled at me just as she pushed the dildo into her pussy. I watched as she pleasured herself with the vibrator, sliding it in and out of her wet pussy.

The sexual tension became too much for me as I turned her over onto her front and pulled her ass into the air.

“Be gentle with me,” she begged as she continued to fuck herself with the plastic cock. I moved down the bed and slid my tongue along her ass and around her hole. Her body twitched as my tongue circled her anus. I sat up and took my cock into my hand. I gently but firmly slipped my cock into her as and the vibrator was already in her pussy. She took out the dildo and stood on all fours as my cock fucked her ass.

I took hole of the vibrator and pushed it back into her pussy. She Barbara had my cock in her ass and the vibrator in her pussy. She screamed as both her holes were being fucked hard. I could feel the vibration of the dildo against my cock. I fucked both holes harder and harder as she screamed with pleasure. The vibration was too much for me to take any more as I slipped my cock from her ass and pulled the vibrator from her pussy.

I climbed on top of her in the 69 position. She willingly took my cock into her mouth as my mouth and tongue licked and sucked her pussy. Both of us about to cum in each other’s mouth. My tongue frantically licked and fucked her pussy as she sucked hard and fast on my shaft. I took her click into my mouth and sucked hard as I came in her mouth.

Barbara sucked the cum from my cock as a shattering orgasm shot through her body. I felt her suck every last drop from my, as I drank every drop from her. I turned around and lay beside her on the bed.

She toyed with my cock in her hands as we gently kissed. This is one trip I’m glad I made. Iv always liked older women. Now I know why.

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I guess I should start off describing my wife Margaret. She just turned 45 and is a very sexy lady. She had red hair (all over) and blue eyes on her pretty, slightly freckled face. She’s gained some weight over the years but to me has become sexier since giving birth to our two kids. She has magnificent breasts 40DD with huge, pink nipples and the way they hang, lets just say gravity has been kinder then to most. Her belly is slighlty rounded and her sexy hips flair out. Her ass is a bit wider but still well shaped and very sexy. She also loves anal sex (it helps that I’m only 5″ fully erect) and her long shepely legs have a thick, bright orange nest of pubic hair that keeps her prized pussy concealed.

Margaret and I have been faithful to eachother for our entire 23 year marriage (I’m 51) and have had no ohter sex partners with the exception of a swapping incident some years back with some former friends. That having been a disaster, we had given up on persuing anything like it again. We still enjoyed sex with eachother and we shared fantasies as part of foreplay or to rev us up for a second go around. One of Margarets favorite fantasies was having a well hung stud service her. As I said, I’m 5″ fully erect but I have some girth and I have a very talented tongue and she never lacked orgasms during love making, so this turned me on instead of bothering me as it might some men.

Marge was feeling a bit down regarding her upcoming 45th birthday. The kids were gone (one in college out of state and one living on her own) and I think she was feeling the “empty nest syndrome”. I wanted to make this birthday one that would cheer her up and make her still feel like the sexy woman she was. I struggled with what to do for weeks then quite by accident I found the perfect “gift” for my lovely wife.

It was the Sunday before her birthday (which was that upcoming Friday) when I was given a sign as to what her birthday present would be. I was playing gold with Ted (our next door neighbour) and his 19 year-old son Jeff. I was good friends with Ted and had known Jeff since he was a child when they moved next door to us. He was a heck of a good kid. Helpful, polite and very respectful. It wasn’t common practice for me to shower at the club after a round of golf but it had been a brutally hot day and Ted liked to grab a shower so I did on this day (thankfully).

We were at our lockers and disrobing to grab a shower when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Jeff had pulled off his breifs and there hung an absolutely huge specimen of young cock. His thick, circumsized cock hung there about 6 inches long and thicker then my own. His large, tight hairless ball sac was also something to behold, like to plums in a leather bag. For some reason I felot a jolt of excitement in my own crotch so I turned away and saw Ted naked for the first time. I guess huge cocks ran in the family. He was similar in size to Jeff but his balls hung down obsenely and he had thick veins in his shaft. I turned away quickly and he saw me and laughed “we come from a long line of big dicks” he said jokingly. “I see” I smiled to make it all a joke and off we went.

That night after licking Marge to to orgasms and then talking to her about having a big cock to play with, we fucked long and hard. She got so aroused despite having cum twice when I described her getting fucked by a well hung stud. I didn’t mention any names to her but I knew as I lay my head down to sleep that night, that I wanted young Jeff to fuck my wife.

It was Thursday before I saw Jeff again and waved him over as I got home from work. We exchanged pleasentries and he explained that he would be going off to school the next week. My son went out of state and was doing some kind of internship that summer so he never came home. After some small talk I decided to ask him. Despite going over this in my mind so many times, I was a bit nervous.

I asked him about girlfriends and he said he hoped things would get better in college. He said it wasn’t true about women loving well endowed men and that most of his girlfriends in highschool were affraid of that huge apendage. “The best experience I ever had was with a much older woman” he said and seemed to be reflecting on the memory. “Really?” I asked and wanted to hear about it. He made me promise that I wouldn’t tell his parents and I agreed that we were both adults and I would never do that. He then told me how he had fucked his aunt two years ago, his mothers sister and she was the only woman İstanbul Escort that knew what to do. So now my cock was hard, hearing this tale of Jeffs.

“Do you think Margaret is a sexy woman?” I asked. He seemed to become uncomfortable and I feared the worst. He didn’t answer so I assured him whatever he said was just between “us guys”.

“Can I be totally honest?” he asked. ‘Of course” I assured him again.

“Well, I think she is so damn sexy. Ever since I was younger I’ve fantasized about her. She has lovely breasts and that red hair…” he stopped suddenly realizing he was excitedly telling a man that he jerked off thinking of his wife. I smiled at him, “She’s read like that all over” and he seemed to shudder then smiled and said he often wondered that. The rest was easy.

I told him I wanted him to fuck my wife for her birthday and that I would be there to either videotape it or to just watch. He seemed to have no problem with me being there but he wanted to stess to me that he was not gay in any way. I assured him that niether was I and I would only be watching, holding the camera. He really seemed to lke the idea of me recording it. He asked me if he could have a copy and I told him I wasn’t sure but he could watch it at our house whenever he wanted. He smiled and agreed to be at our house at 9 oclock the next night. I ran in and fucked Margaret right there in the kitchen, I think I lasted 3 minutes.

Friday Night, Margarets birthday

I took my lovely wife to the best restauraunt in town. Before we left I gave her one of her presents, a very sexy pair of french cut thongs and a half bra. She loved them and only hesitated a moment when I told her to wear them under her sexy red dress. She looked absolutely killer and knowing she had on the sexy black underthings I baught for her had me hard on the way to the restauraunt. Dinner was exquisite and we drank 2 bottles of wine and were both feeling a bit playful. I rubbed her panty covered crotch as we drove home and she did something she hasn’t done in ten years. She leaned over and pulled out my cock and gave it a quick blowjob. Thankfully we were turning up our block so she stopped before I came. I wanted this to last.

It was 8:45 when we entered the house. She went upstairs for a minute and I set up some candles and removed the video camera from the closet. I had set it up earlier, charging the battery and making sure there was a two hour tape in it. Marge came down wearing the panties and half-bra only know she added black stockings and high heeled fuck-me pumps… she looked sexier then I’d ever remembered. She saw the camera and she usually objected to my home movies but tonight it would be okay. We had a few good hours of ourselves fucking on film.

I had her sit on the couch and told her how sexy she looked and how much I loved her and then I started giving her a sensual massage and I told her that I discovered something very interesting at the club the previous weekend. “Whats that?” she asked in a soft voice, relaxing under my fingertips. I told her about the shower, I mentioned Ted first and she responded that “Carole isn’t lying then… she’s always bragging that Ted is hung like a horse” she giggled.

“Well, would you believe Jeff is bigger?” I said and could feel her body shutter, it was slight but it happened. “When I saw that huge thing, I started thinking about how much you would enjoy it. I jerked off thinking about you sucking that young stud off and then him fucking you.” She turned around and kissed me and told me that I had better plan on giving her a good fuck since I had just made her so horny. Then the doorbell rang. She jumped and stood up to go upstairs and I told her to relax and sit tight. She looked at me nervously and I told her to trust me, “Its your birthday sweetheart… I think I got you the perfect gift” and she tried to tuck her huge nipples into the half bra.

I opened the door and Jeff walked right in, wearing sweatpnats and a t-shirt. I led him into the livingroom and after a moments shock I think Marge knew what my suprise for her was. I motioned Jeff to sit beside my wife and offered him something to drink. I left them and went into the kitchen and returned with three glasses of wine. They were relaxed and chatting which seemed odd considering the way Marge was dressed. I gave them thier wine and sat with them. I could tell by the way Marge was fidgeting that she was horny and ready. “Honey, I think we would both love to see those beautiful Anadolu Yakası Escort breasts” and I stood and picked up the camera.

Marge got right into it. She stood and did a striptease for me and the camera. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this relaxed and this horny. Any hint of shyness was gone. She slid her bra off and I thought Jeffs eyes would bug out when they bounced free. She turned and shimied her ass before sitting on the floor in front of him and rubbing her tits all over his crotch. I zoomed in, his hard on very evident. Marge rubbed her tits over his crotch for a few more minutes then she did something that always turns me on, she lifted a big tit and sucked one of those nipples into her mouth, actually the whole tip of that wonderful titty.

She raised up and she kissed him. It was tentative at first but soon the heat was turned up and thier tongues were dancing in eachothers mouths. This led to Jeff fondling her tits, I suggested he pinch and twist her nipples, that got her going. He eagerly grabbed a hold and I was getting it all on tape. Marge sat back on her heels and said it was time to see her present. Jeff stood, his enormous cock tenting his sweatpants. My own cock had turned to stone ten minutes ago.

Marge pulled his sweats and underwear down in one motion, down to his ankles. She stared at it, so did I. He was hard now and it was easily 10″ and it was throbbing. The head was HUGE! Marge held it and moaned, I knew she was thinking how it would feel in her hot pussy. She held it against his belly and started to lick his balls. She licked up the shaft and swirled her tongue around the head. The kid was so hot already that he was leaking precum. Marge made sure none was wasted. My Marge was an acomplished cock sucker and this kid was enjoying the benefits of her skills.

I watched her gobble that cock of his for fifteen minutes, backing off every time I thught he was going to cum. She was able to swallow more then half that amazing cock and I was zooming in on it all. Man, I couldn’t wait to watch this video. Finally, “Oh Mrs Downs, I’m gonna cum” he said. Marge took her mouth of his cock long enough to tell him to call her Marge and smile, then she put her mouth back over his cock and he exploded. I could see Marge desperately trying to swallow his load. Eventually she pulled her mouth away and he was still shooting robes of cum out. She pointed it at her tits and pumped him until he was dry. Then she put him back in her mouth.

“Can I eat you Mrs D…I mean Marge” he asked a few seconds after his orgasm ended.

Marge sat back, legs spread wide and the kid just dove in. What he lacked in skill he made up for with enthusiasm. Marge’s cunt was soaked and the thick red bush glistened with her honey. She came within a few minutes of him licking and sucking her clit. Her body rocked and she pushed his face into her bush and rode his tongue until her orgasm subsided. I was so hard, I wanted to pull my cock out and jerk it off but I resisted when I saw Jeff had a new erection.

While Marge sat on the couch with her ass on the edge, Jeff raised up and started to rub his apple sized cockhead over her swollen cunt lips. Then I saw something I had never seen in all our years together… I saw Marge cum as soon as she was entered. She held Jeff tightly and rode him through her orgasm which seemed to last forever. “Your pussy feels so good” he said over and over. I give the kid credit, he fucked Marge good for fifteen minutes, sucking her tits and rubbing her clit and making her cum a half dozen times.

“Fuck her doggie now, Jeff. She loves doggie.” I suggested.

“Oh yes” Marge moaned and Jeff pulled out and waited for Marge to get on her hands and knees on the couch. Her cunt was wide open, the lips red and swollen and her pubic nest matted down. I moved in close enough that I could smell there overheated crotches. Jeffs balls swung, smacking Marge’s clit as he fucked her so hard his entire cock disappeared in her. Marge grunted everytime he bottomed out, like the air was being pushed from her lungs. Jeff kept telling Marge that he loved her pussy and when he said he was going to cum, I suggested he pull out and shoot all over her ass and pussy. He obeyed direction very well. That monster cock was splashing its jizz all over her spread ass cheeks and her sexy cunt, dripping down and probably ruining the couch but who cared?

Jeff leaned down and kissed Marge’s upturned ass and then sat back on the floor. He was Üsküdar Escort covered in sweat and the room smelled so damn good from thier fucking. I had to cum! I tapped the naked teenager who had just fucked the hell out of my wife, and handed him the camera. “Just focus on her pussy” I said. I didn’t even take off my clothes. I pulled my slacks down to my thighs and plunged into Marge’s cunt, to say she was sopping wet would be an understatement. My cock made wet noises in her, she was so spread from the fucking Jeff just gave her that I was able to last a few minutes before cumming deep in her pussy. She was breathless and fell face down onto the couch. I sat back next to Jeff and took the camera, zooming in on Marge’s sloppy twat hole.

My wife looked sexier then I could ever remember. She also looked drained from the amount of times she had cum. This young stud was quite the fucker for someone without too much experience. I wondered if Marge could ever go back to fucking just me and my modest cock. Jeff was sitting back, his cock hanging limp for the first time since he arrived and I got up and got us all a cold drink.

We sat around and chatted and I asked Jeff if he wanted to share in a little more detail the “other” older woman he was with. He smiled and said he guessed it was alright since we were all so close now. I smiled, we certainly were. Hearing Jeff tell of how his moms sister, his divorced aunt had seduced him was very erotic. I felt my cock starting to stir and I got even more aroused when Marge asked some very intimate questions. She was getting her second wind, which amazed me because she looked so spent a few minutes ago.

“Why don’t you grab the camera and lets go upstairs” Marge said standing and not waiting for an answer, “and grab the tripod” she said over her shoulder. Jeff looked at me and smiled. When he stood up a long string of cum dripped from his cockhead which was still so big even though he was completely soft.

Up in the bedroom we found Marge had stripped completely and was sitting on the bed. She told me where to set up the camera and then had Jeff and I kneel on either side of her on the bed. Just like a little porn star, she held her hair out of the way of the camera as she began sucking off both Jeff and I. Here I was, 50 years old and my cock looked like a childs compared to Jeffs. Marge seemed to get great pleasure in touching our cock together while she licked them. I jumped a little at first but then actually began to enjoy the sensation of her tongue swirling over my cockhead while it touched Jeffs. After she had us both hard, she said she wanted one more thing from us. We would agree to anything for this gal.

Marge had Jeff lay on his back and she climbed on top of him, facing him and lowering herself on his cock. She looked at me and smiled, “think you can find somewhere to put that lovely cock?” and I knew immediately what I was being offered. A very rare treat, my wifes tight ass hole. I asked her where the lube was and she laughed and told me I didn’t need that this time.

I stepped behind Marge and looked at Jeffs cock buried in her pussy. His fat dick had pushed the come that I shot into Marge earlier out all around his cock. I rubbed my hard on between her cheeks and over her stretched pussy, I even rubbed against Jeffs balls by accident. I scooped up some of the love juices and spread them around her tight hole, I slid a finger in her asshole and worked it around a bit. She moaned and sank down hard on Jeffs cock which caused him to moan.

My cock slid in about halfway and then I could feel Jeffs cock in her other hole. Marge shuddered and came and a new sheen of sweat had formed on her body. Jeff didn’t move alot, it was Marge controlling this double fuck. I’d like to say we fucked her for hours but the truth was that Jeff came in her pussy after about ten minutes. He was so big though that Marge kept his cock in her while it softened. I fucked her ass as hard and fast as I could while Jeff grabbed her swinging tits and sucked hard on her nipples. I came just as Marge started another orgasm and when I fell away I jumped off the bed and grabbed the camera. Jeffs cock had softened and slipped out and was covered in his cum as it dripped from her pussy and my cum as it dripped from her tight brown asshole. What an amazing fuck this had been.

I walked Jeff downstairs so he could dress then let him out. He was very grateful and very exhausted and wanted to know when he could come see the video. I invited him over Sunday morning to watch it and promised Marge and I would wait until then to see it. By the time I went back upstairs Marge was fast to sleep. I kissed her on her shoulder and rubbed some cum into her, then licked my fingers clean and went to sleep too.

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“Thank you. For letting me have the kids all summer.”

“Look. Just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean I don’t care. They’re my kids, too, remember? I want them to have a great summer with their mom. So go. Have fun. And don’t be afraid to meet new people,” he told her.

“Oh, so you can feel less guilty about having met someone new?” she teased even though it still stung seeing her ex-husband with another woman even after being divorced for two years.

“Okay, that might make me feel a little better, but mostly, I really do want you to be happy, Michelle. It’s been two years, and while I don’t keep tabs on you, I don’t think you’ve gone on a single date.”

“Yes, I have!” she said somewhat defensively.

She was defensive because the grand total of dates she’d gone on was one. She wasn’t going to bring it up because it had been an unmitigated disaster, but she had gone out once.

“All right. Fine. It’s none of my business anyway. But you’re still a very attractive woman. Just be open to the possibility, okay? The kids tell me all the time you’re not happy, and maybe finding someone would help,” he said in such a kind way it moved her.

“They say that?” she asked now feeling even worse if her kids could tell how miserable she was most of the time.

Michelle Harris tried her best to put on a good front for the sake of her children, but the divorce had really been hard on her. She hated that it bothered her as much as it did, but it still ate at her—a lot. She knew she was a good mother, and she’d done her best to be a good wife. But no matter how hard she tried, her now ex-husband had never seemed satisfied.

She’d learned since the divorce he was the kind of man who would never be happy with one woman, and a part of her wanted to warn this new, younger girl he was dating. But she was an adult capable of making her own decisions, and unless something drastic happened, she’d have to learn about Nathan Harris the hard way just like she had. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any children the next time around to get hurt the way hers had.

Both of their children had always been a little shy, but since the divorce, their 11-year old son, Teague, had become even more withdrawn. He lacked self-confidence and seemed afraid to try anything new or even make new friends. That’s why Michelle hoped the summer camp she’d signed him up for while they stayed at the beach house they were renting for the month would be a real boost for him in that regard.

Nine-year old Emma was also shy, and Michelle knew she missed her father a lot. She’d been a daddy’s girl all her life, and when Nathan moved it out, it had been just as hard on her as it was on her brother, but for very different reasons. Emma lost her best friend and Teague lost his male role model—such at is was.

“Well, we better get going,” Michelle said to her ex. “Maybe you should say goodbye to the kids.”

“Oh, right,” Nathan said. “Hey, guys! Come here!”

Both of them ran up the steps onto the front porch and gave their father a big hug.

“Can you come visit us at the beach house, Dad?” Teague asked nearly showing signs of excitement.

“Oh, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” he said trying to let his son down easily. “But you’ll back in a month, and we’ll spend a lot of time together then, okay?”

“Okay,” Teague said quietly.

“Daddy? When will you buy us a dog?” Emma asked after her hug.

Nathan looked at his ex-wife who was shaking her head ‘no’. He’d promised several times, but never followed through, and now was definitely not the time.

“Well, you see, we need to wait until you get back. At least. We can talk about it again then, okay?”

“You always say that,” she told him trying her best not to cry.

“I’m sorry, honey. We’ll see, okay? Come on, give me a smile!”

Still too little to resist his charms, Emma finally gave in.

“That’s my girl! Okay, you two be good and listen to you mother!”

“We will!” they both promised as they got into the SUV and headed out for the nearly three-hour drive to Copalis Beach on the far-western shore of Washington State that lay ahead of them.

August was by far the nicest month of the year there. It was almost always warm, dry, and sunny, with the occasional hot spell every few years where temps hit the mid-90s for a few days. Even then the mornings were pleasantly cool and just about the only time one might need a jacket or sweatshirt.

The sun was out and it was a gorgeous day as they drove west then south then west again to reach the beaches on the Pacific Ocean’s easternmost edge.

The beach house Michelle had rented was as beautiful as the weather, and as one might expect, decorated with a very beach-flavored kind of theme.

“We have bunk beds! Awesome!” Teague said as the kids quickly explored the small, two-bedroom house which was really more of a cottage.

It was actually half a house that was technically a duplex as there was a mirror-image set of rooms separated by a single wall that comprised the entire unit on the other side of Kartal Escort that wall.

Michelle was surprised but happy to see there was no other vehicle in the driveway when she pulled in. She loved her privacy, and she needed virtual silence at night in order to sleep. As she went out onto the deck of the second floor, the only sounds she could hear were the cries of seagulls and the occasional crashing of a large wave making her even more certain she’d made a great choice.

“This is going to be perfect!” she said to herself as the kids came tearing up the stairs from the outside and onto the deck.

“Can we go to the beach, Mom?” Teague asked already pleading.

“Can we?” Emma chimed in.

“Um…how about as soon as we get unpacked?” their mother offered.

“Yes!” Teague said as he and his sister went in via the sliding glass door.

Fifteen minutes later they made the 100-yard walk to the beach and the largest ocean on earth.

“The water isn’t warm!” Teague shouted after wading in.

“It never gets very warm around here, buddy. This is about as good as it gets!” Michelle called back.

It was around 3 pm, the warmest time of the day, and that made the chilly ocean water bearable as the kids splashed and played while their mom laid out on a large towel and caught some rays.

Having lived in the Seattle area her whole life, Michelle had no real concerns about skin cancer. In fact, the lack of harsh sunlight was one reason she still looked so youthful at 36. Like most people from the western side of the state, she was very, very white to the point of being pale, and a little sun would do her a lot of good.

The fact that no one else was anywhere around made it all the more enjoyable, as Michelle was very insecure about the way her body looked. She’d once been a size 4 but had only recently gotten back into a 10 after struggling with weight and other self-esteem issues since the birth of her second child.

She lost it all within a year after Teague was born, but this time, the extra weight stuck to her like glue, so even though she still looked better than most women her age, she felt like a beached whale laying out in the sun. Wearing a bikini was out of the question, and even in a modest one-piece suit, she still felt very self-conscious.

After an hour, the kids were bored and wanted to go back to the house, so Michelle packed up the few things she’d carried with her and they headed ‘home’.

“There’s an outdoor shower at the back of the house. Make sure you rinse off all that sand and salt water!” she told them as they ran ahead.

“I got the one on the right!” Teague said as he arrived first letting his sister take the one on their side of the beach house.

Michelle left each of them a towel then said, “Wash all that gunk off then come upstairs and we’ll get something to eat, okay?”

She set her things down upstairs then realized she’d left her phone on the table out back when she was handing the towels to her kids. As she walked back down to get it, the kids passed her on her way up. She saw the phone laying right where she left it and walked straight to it and picked it up, grateful no one else was there to take it.

“You shouldn’t leave that laying around,” she heard a deep male voice say.

Michelle was so startled she yelped.

“Oh, my God! You scared me to death!” she said as she whipped around.

“Sorry. I saw someone using my shower and was going to come out and say hello. I’m assuming that would be your son, right?” he said.

“Um, yes. Sorry. It won’t happen again,” Michelle assured him. “I wasn’t aware anyone else was staying here.”

“I run a little summer camp here during August and I was down there making sure everything was ready to go for tomorrow,” he told her smiling for the first time.

Michelle noticed immediately he was very attractive. How could she not notice? He was only wearing a pair of swim trunks and his body was rock hard and muscled from his narrow waist to his wide chest up to his broad shoulders and some very large ‘traps’ on either side of his neck. He also had a square jaw, a day’s worth of black stubble growing on his very handsome face, high cheekbones, and beautiful blue eyes, and some of the sexiest, thickest, darkest hair she’d ever seen.

She guessed him to be maybe 25 or so and once that fact was established, she did her best to try and avoid looking at the body she found nearly impossible to ignore.

“Hello?” he said waving his hand.

“Oh. I’m so sorry. I was…I was thinking about my…phone,” she said making it up on the spot when she’d really been thinking about how long it had been since a man had even kissed her. “I really don’t want to leave it laying around, huh?”

“No. Definitely not. But I was asking if your son is gonna be in summer camp,” he informed her obviously repeating the question she hadn’t heard.

“Oh. Right. Yes. He will be. My daughter is here, too, but she’s not a camp kind of person.”

“I must have missed her. I only saw the one kid,” Tuzla Escort he said still smiling. “How old is he?”

“Teague is eleven,” Michelle told him. “Emma is nine.”

The younger man tilted his head as though he was thinking then said, “You have an eleven-year old child?”

Feeling a bit touchy, Michelle said, “Yes, I do. Is there something wrong with that?”

He put up his hands and said, “No. Not at all. It just surprises me, that’s all. You don’t even look 30 so I guess it just kind of caught me off guard.”

“Oh. Okay,” she said realizing he was actually kind of complimenting her.

“How long are you staying here?” he asked politely.

“The whole month,” she told him. “It’s a kind of getaway for me and I’m hoping a lot of fun for them.”

“Just them? You’re not planning on having any fun?” he said, clearly teasing.

“I didn’t say that,” she said defensively knowing ‘fun’ was something she hadn’t had much of since well before the divorce.

Things had been rocky the last two years of their marriage, and Michelle had just hung on for dear life through it all, and then there had been two additional years where bitterness and the demands of her two children had consumed her and her time.

“Ah. I see,” he said still being polite.

“I, uh…I should get back inside,” she said. “It was…nice to meet you.”

“But you didn’t,” he said.

“I beg your pardon?” Michelle asked not understanding.

“You haven’t met me. We didn’t even introduce ourselves,” he flashing that amazing smile of his.

“Sorry. You’re right. I’m Michelle. Harris.”

“Nice to meet you, Michelle Harris. I’m Brock Nothen.”

“No-thun? With a ‘u’?” she asked not sure she heard correctly.

“No. With an ‘e’. It’s Dutch,” he told her. “I’m originally from Pennsylvania. I moved to Washington six years ago.”

“Ah, okay. You didn’t say ‘state’ so I know you’ve been here for a while,” she said smiling back.

“Right. If you’re not from here, you automatically say ‘Washington State’ which to someone from here means the rival university in over Pullman near the Idaho border.”

Michelle laughed for the first time then said, “Yes. The University of Washington Huskies main rival—the Washington State Cougars.”

“I won’t keep you,” Brock said ending their banter. “But it was a pleasure meeting you, Michelle. I guess I’ll see you at camp tomorrow then.”

“Oh, right. Yes. See you then,” she said feeling silly for feeling the way she was feeling.

As she turned to go inside, she heard the sound of feet on the stairs outside and then Emma’s voice.

“Mom, look!” she called out as she glanced up to the second-floor deck and saw a dog appear with Emma right behind. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“She’s a ‘he’,” Brock called out.

At the sound of his voice Emma froze and got very quiet.

“She’s very shy,” Michelle said quietly. “So is my son for that matter. Both of them really want a dog, but I’m just not ready to take on the responsibility, and if we get one, I know who’ll be feeding it and taking it outside every day.”

“I’ll feed him, Mom,” Emma said having heard in spite of her mom’s best effort to talk quietly. “And I’ll walk him. Every day. I promise!”

“Honey? Please don’t start, okay? Can you bring the dog down so he can go inside?”

“Okay,” she said without enthusiasm.

The dog followed her down and went straight to Brock.

“Hey, boy! How you doin’? Did you make a new friend?” he asked as he knelt down to pet him.

“What’s his name?” Emma asked as she held her mother’s leg, something children her age didn’t normally do.

“Jake,” the man told her. “And you must be Emma.”

“How did you know my name?” she asked quietly.

“Oh. I told him, honey. He only saw Teague, and I was letting him know I have two children,” her mom explained. “This is Mr. Nothen. He runs the summer camp.”

“She can call me Brock, if you’ll allow it,” he said as he moved closer.

“Well, if you don’t mind,” she said thinking it might be okay since he was so young.

“Not at all. Mr. Nothen makes it sound like I’m a teacher,” he said as he smiled at Emma. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Teachers are hugely important, but I can’t ever imagine myself being one.”

“Don’t you want to come to summer camp, too? We have all kinds of fun,” Brock told the little girl.

“No thank you,” she said quietly but with slightly more confidence.

“Okay, but if you change your mind, I know the camp director, and he’ll let you in late,” Brock told her knowing her mom would understand he was the director.

“Sorry to run, but we really need to get inside,” Michelle said as she took Emma’s hand.

“Okee-dokee!” Brock said. “Nice meeting both of you!”

Michelle was floored when Emma stopped and said to Brock, “Can I play with Jake sometimes?”

“Emma, Jake isn’t our dog, honey. We can’t…”

“Sure. Anytime,” he said before seeing the look he got from Michelle. “Um…anytime your mom says it’s okay, Anadolu Yakası Escort I mean.”

“Mom? Can I?” Emma asked, her eyes filled with expectation.

All she could think of to say was, “We’ll see,” and with that they headed inside to get dinner started.

Fortunately, Michelle forgot all about her handsome young neighbor ten minutes later as she began making dinner for her kids after taking a quick shower of her own. What she couldn’t get rid of was Emma talking about the dog and Teague wanting to see him, too.

“I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait until we see Mr. Noth…Brock…again.”

“But he lives right there, Mom!” Teague said pointing to the wall ten feet behind him.

“That’s no excuse to interrupt him. It would be just as rude as if he lived somewhere farther away. Maybe you’ll bump into him and Jake sometime soon and then you can pet him.”

“Cool!” Teague said.

“He said we could play with him anytime we want, Teague,” Emma announced.

“As long as…what?” Michelle said.

Emma looked sad as she said, “As long as you say it’s okay.”

Michelle brought their video games with them, but hoped the kids would stay busy enough they wouldn’t need them. But with no television to entertain them and nothing to really do until the next morning, they were going stir crazy by 7pm.

“Okay. Here you go,” she said caving on the first day.

As she watched them playing happily, she thought back to being a kid herself when no such thing existed. What had she done all day after coming home from school or during the summer? Oh, right. She was either on the phone—a cordless land line—with friends or listening to her discman or at a friend’s house talking and listening to her discman.

Okay, so times were different. At least they were together even if they weren’t actually doing much of anything together.

She let them stay up until 9:30 then told them it was time to get ready for bed.

“Ahh! Do we have to go to bed already?” Teague complained. “It’s barely even dark outside.”

While he did have a point, they had to get up at 6:30 to be at camp by 8 o’clock and they’d need time to wake up and eat breakfast. Or at least Teague would and of the two, he was the one who really didn’t like getting up early.

“Sorry, guys. Off to bed!” she said finally putting her foot down.

“I get top bunk!” Teague called.

“No fair! You always get the top bunk!” Emma whined even though they’d never had bunk beds before.

“Whoa! Stop!” Michelle called out. “Tonight we do rock, scissors, paper for top bunk. Whoever wins tonight gets it for a week. But then we switch for a week every week after that, okay?”

Teague was all smiles until Emma covered his rock with paper and got the top bunk.

“No fair!” he said the way kids often even did after losing fair and square.

“Yes, it was fair,” his mother told him. “You just don’t like the outcome. But next week, the top bunk will be yours. Now, get in bed!”

She gave them both a hug and a kiss then turned out the light and went to go sit out on the deck and just listen to the ocean until she got tired enough to fall asleep. She waited fifteen minutes to make sure the kids were asleep then slowly opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the deck.

She took one step and found herself looking right at Jake who, by the way he was wagging his tail, seemed very happy to see her.

“Hello, again!” Brock said to her.

“Oh. Hi. I…I had no idea you were out here,” she said.

“I like to come out here and chill for a while. It’s my ‘zen’ place,” he told her.

“I can go back inside,” she told him.

“No. Why would you do that?” he asked. “I’d enjoy the company.”

“Company? I was thinking I’d just sit and listen to the ocean,” she told him almost annoyed he’d assume she’d want to talk.

“That’s fine, too. I’m not much of a talker,” he told her. “Pull up a chair!”

She’d intended on sitting on her side and yet there really wasn’t any kind of divider, and there wasn’t exactly a whole lot of space. She grabbed a chair and set it about five feet away then tried to relax.

“I really love it out here,” Brock said just seconds later.

“Um, yeah. It’s very peaceful,” she said wishing he’d let it be peaceful.

“Where are you guys from?” he asked. “Other than Washington.”

“Just south of Seattle,” she said not wanting to volunteer too much information.

“Where exactly?” he asked cheerfully.

“Well…Auburn, if you must know,” she said knowing her annoyance was showing through.

“Oh, okay. I live in Seattle. When I’m not out here, of course. I went to the U-dub and just stayed there after I graduated.”

“A Husky,” she said knowing ‘U-dub’ meant University of Washington.

“Yep. I love the city. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the beach, too. A lot. But I really miss the hustle and bustle, you know?”

“Not me,” Michelle said. “You can keep the rat race.”

Realizing she wasn’t going to engage with him, Brock said politely, “I guess I’ll leave you alone.”

Michelle also realized something. She was being rude.

“My apologies, Brock. I’m not trying to be unfriendly. I guess I just expected, or at least hoped, I’d be out here by myself. Not on the deck ‘out here’, but…here. In the beach house.”

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My attraction to much older women was undeniable and might have been classified as a fetish if I wasn’t so particular about the older women I was attracted to. I couldn’t really explain where it came from, either. I’d never been molested by a silver-haired woman nor did I ever have a crush on my or any of my friends’ grandmothers when I was growing up. At some point as a young adult, I just happened to get lucky with a very fit, much older woman who totally rocked my world. Of course I hadn’t stopped sleeping with women my age, or of any other age for that matter, but my preference was for active, older women. It may have been fate or it may have been my subconscious at work when I accepted the managerial position at a location of the chain drugstore I worked for that just happened to be within a few blocks of a high rise that catered to active seniors.

I had initially started working for the drugstore chain just because I needed a job and they were hiring. I’d worked my way up from stock boy to cashier to co-manager and it was at that first job where I’d essentially been picked up by a sexy woman old enough to be my grandmother. I’d initially noticed her because she had a very nice physique and didn’t try to hide it. When I realized how much older she was, I was actually kind of confused by my attraction at first, but I quickly came to accept it. She came in fairly regularly, so we became friendly and one day, when things were quiet in the store, she expressed an interest in jumping my bones. She ended up over at my apartment for a few hours that day after work and basically altered my perceptions of older women with her enthusiasm and her abilities.

We had a pretty healthy sexual relationship up until, for a variety of reasons, she was no longer able to continue. I managed to score on a few random occasions with other older women, though I was also open to sex with women of pretty much any other age as well. I was never going to turn down the opportunity to get laid, I just happened to prefer the experience and enthusiasm of the older women. So, when I realized that my new position at my new location was going to have me in close proximity to a bevy of older women, I was obviously quite stoked. I was not planning to loiter around outside the high rise hoping to meet them as I didn’t expect that would be necessary with the proximity of my store and it being the only drugstore that was nearby. I rented a townhome that was within walking distance of both my job and the seniors’ high rise.

It didn’t take long before I encountered a couple of unattached, fit ladies who were interested in maintaining an active sex life with somebody who could keep up with them. The first was Gladys and it was on the first occasion I saw her in the store that things started up between us. I noticed her pretty quickly because she was exactly my type. She had shoulder-length silver hair, a very fit physique and was wearing spandex capris that showed off a really nice ass. I would have put her age definitely over 60, but how far over was difficult to guess because she obviously took good care of herself. I gave her a few minutes before just happening to be in the same aisle that she was.

“Can I help you find anything?” I asked. She turned to respond, noticing my name tag and giving me a long once-over.

“How about my g-spot?” she replied. I assumed it was a test question to gauge my reaction. It didn’t put me off at all; in fact, I took it as an ideal sign.

“You lost it?” I asked in response.

“No, I can find it. In fact I do quite often,” she replied, “but I’d like to see if you can, too.”

“While I’d be willing to give it a shot right here in the store,” I said, “it might cause a bit of a scene. Do you live nearby?”

“I live in the high rise,” she replied, appearing to be pleased that I was taking up her challenge, “but I can’t have you come there. People love to talk.”

“Well, luckily I live within walking distance,” I told her, “and I’m only working for a couple more hours.”

I took the notepad from my shirt pocket and wrote down my address and phone number, indicating to her through the window the direction of my townhome. I let her go back to shopping as I went about my responsibilities with a smile on my face and thoughts of her naked on my mind.

I had allowed myself time to get home and change my clothes before Şerifali Escort expecting Gladys, so I slipped into jeans and a t-shirt with no underwear and made sure that I brushed my teeth. I was ready and anxious by the time the doorbell rang and I was happy to see that Gladys looked as scrumptious as she had earlier.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked as I locked the door behind her.

“An orgasm would be nice,” she replied.

Since she was right to the point, I led her upstairs to my bedroom where we started to make out beside my bed. My hands went down to her ass, which was as toned as it looked, and pulled her against the growing bulge in my jeans. Figuring she was probably good and wet and wanting to confirm as quickly as I could, I moved my hands up from her ass to the bottom of her shirt and started to raise it. We separated and she raised her arms as her sports bra was revealed. Once she was free of her shirt, I tossed it aside and briefly caressed her tits through her bra before starting to remove that as well. Her areolas were small but her nipples were hard so, after brushing my palms over them, I lowered my head to lick and suck them. Gladys was running her fingers through my hair and moaning as I stimulated her nipples with my lips and tongue.

I dropped my hands back down to her ass again and was soon sliding her spandex capris down, so I dropped to my knees. I just took her panties down along with her pants and was soon staring at a nicely-groomed, silver bush. Once she’d stepped out of her pants and panties after kicking off her sneakers, I stood and lifted her onto my bed. I had her lie in the middle with her head on the pillows and her legs spread for me. Lying between her legs, I kissed along her toned inner thighs and around her bush before running my tongue up her slit. She moaned and grabbed my head as I lapped at her pussy, tasting the juices that were flowing from it. I was definitely in my element with my face buried in a silver-haired pussy and was planning to make the most of it. As I’d figured from the beginning, if I made the ladies nearby happy, I’d always have somebody ready and willing whenever I needed a fix of geriatric snatch.

I slurped up her juices while she rocked her pussy toward my face then slipped one finger, quickly followed by a second, into her hot, wet pussy. As I pumped my fingers in and out, I started to lick and suck her clit, causing her to moan loudly. I glanced up along her body and saw a look of raw passion on her face and was happy to have put it there. One of her hands moved up from my head to caress her tits and gently tug on her nipples. I was caught by surprise when she suddenly cried out and her body started to shake. I knew I couldn’t take full credit for her cumming so quickly, figuring that some of it was due to pent up sexual frustration and some due to knowing her body really well. Beyond that, I assumed my tongue and fingers played a role, as well.

I continued eating her as she rode out her orgasm and, when she gave no indication for me to stop once she settled back down, I just kept going, savoring the opportunity. With my throbbing cock anxious to escape from my jeans, my tongue and lips worked over her clit through several more orgasms. I could feel her pussy only getting even hotter and wetter with each one as my fingers pumped in and out and knew that meant that sliding my cock into her was going to be incredible. I would have kept going until my tongue collapsed from exhaustion but, when Gladys finally indicated that she was ready to be fucked, I was just fine with that, too. I straightened up on my knees and she sat up, reaching for my jeans, so I slipped out of my shirt as she got them open. My cock sprung out as she worked them down and she immediately took it in her hand, stroking it and caressing my balls.

I continued working my jeans down as far as I could, then flopped onto my back to get them the rest of the way off. She got my jeans completely off for me and cast them aside, then straddled me. I was gazing up at her mature, fit body looming over me, feeling more aroused than I had in some time. She smiled down at me as she took my cock in her hand and guided it toward her silver bush. I reached for her tits, caressing the soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples, as she lowered herself onto my throbbing tool. We both moaned as her hot pussy engulfed my cock and she just sat there for a minute, embedded on it, before starting to ride it.

She started slowly, appearing to relish the feeling of my throbbing tool buried within her, as I continued to fondle her tits. As she picked up the pace and her tits started bouncing, I let my hands slide around to caress her taut ass as I watched her tits before she leaned forward, her hands on either side of my head. At that point, I was able to start licking and sucking her hard nipples while caressing her ass. I could also push up into her each time she came down so that she was getting as much of my cock penetrating her as we could manage. Our pace was growing more and more frenetic the longer İstanbul Escort she rode me and my orgasm was beginning to build. Before I was very close, though, Gladys seemed to go into slow motion as a shudder passed through her body.

She rode out another long, intense orgasm as I dropped my head back and watched the blissful expression on her face. Given the number of orgasms she’d had as I’d been eating her pussy, I was expecting her to continue riding me once she’d finished cumming and go for a few more. I was a little surprised when, after she’d caught her breath, she climbed off of me but was not disappointed when she knelt between my legs and took my cock in her hand. She pumped it briefly before lowering her head and taking it into her mouth. It was immediately apparent that she was a skilled cocksucker and that combined with her obvious penchant for sex had me thanking a higher power for bringing her into my life.

I watched as her mouth traveled up and down my tool while she pumped the base, a curtain of silver hair framing her face, and felt even more aroused by the visual. Her oral skills quickly had my orgasm building faster even though she was setting a slow and sensuous pace. I thought I’d be cumming pretty quickly due to her amazing mouth but she drew out the pleasure I was feeling like a pro. I didn’t feel tortured, like she wasn’t letting me cum, but just experienced a level and duration of pleasure like I was not expecting. Eventually, however, my cock began to swell even more and, when she realized that I was on the verge of cumming, changed her tactic from drawing out the pleasure to making me cum. Her mouth was moving up and down faster as was her hand on the base. When I exploded into her mouth, I let out a moan and she swallowed my load hungrily.

She continued nursing my cock until I was completely spent and starting to soften, then crawled up to lie beside me. We just lay there together recovering, our naked bodies pressed against each other, for a little while.

“What are you doing with an old lady like me?” she finally asked, breaking the silence.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I asked in response, “I’m enjoying and appreciating your experience and your enthusiasm.”

“Are you just into old ladies?” she continued.

“No, not just any old ladies,” I replied honestly, “I like hot and horny old ladies like you but the sight of a walker, for example, is not a turn on in general.”

If she was having any doubts or feeling some insecurity all of a sudden, that seemed to set her mind at ease. We talked a little bit more and appeared to be on the same page regarding what we were hoping to get out of this relationship, which was essentially just sex. She ended up sticking around for a few hours during which we tried out numerous positions and a variety of activities.

It wasn’t too long after my first encounter with Gladys that I met Dixie, much in the same way. She caught my eye as soon as she entered the store, partly because she was quite pretty, partly because she had long silver hair that reminded me of Judy Collins or Emmylou Harris, and partly because she had one hell of a rack. I found out soon enough that she also had an amazing smile and a bit of a southern accent. Of course I found an excuse to see if there was any way that I could assist her.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked as I conveniently crossed paths with her.

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” she replied, flashing that incredible smile and tempering the suggestiveness of her response with her accent.

“You just name it,” I told her, “I’d do just about anything to see that smile again.”

“Anything?” she asked, giving me a sultry look and a once-over.

“Absolutely,” I confirmed, then lowered my voice, “In fact, I’m really curious about whether I’d see that amazing smile when you’re cumming.”

“There’s really only one way to know for sure,” she replied and I was absolutely certain that we were on the same page. We went through the same discussion I’d had with Gladys regarding where she lived and where I lived and I similarly gave her my contact information and let her know when I’d be off work. She called later that day before walking over and, again as with Gladys, I was ready and anxious to see her when she arrived. She was wearing the same dress she’d been wearing earlier, which had buttons all the way up the front, including a few just below the collar that looked like they were ready to burst right off. I was looking forward to unbuttoning every single one. I led her into my living room and indicated that she should take a seat in my recliner.

“My word is that a big chair,” she said as she stood before it.

It was an oversized recliner that I’d purchased not just because I wanted a comfy chair in front of the TV but also because it was perfect for a variety of sexual positions. I’d found that a change of pace from the bed and the couch was typically welcome.

I had her sit as I knelt before her and immediately began to unbutton her dress from the hem upward. As Ümraniye Escort her thighs were exposed, I began to kiss them, alternating from one side to the other and working my way up. Once her panties were visible, a very sexy pair trimmed with lace which made me wonder if she’d put them on after we’d made plans, I stopped unbuttoning and kissed around them while lightly caressing the front before starting to slide them down. She lifted her ass for me as I exposed her well-groomed silver bush, then spread her legs once I’d cast her panties aside. I ran my tongue up her slit, tasting the copious juices that she was producing and causing her to moan. She started running her fingers through my hair as I lapped at her pussy, devouring her pungent nectar and making her squirm. When I shifted my focus to her clit and was licking and sucking that, I slipped first one then a second finger into her slippery pussy. She was humping my face in rhythm with my fingers sliding in and out of her.

I glanced up, wanting to make sure I could see past her monumental tits when she came, and was able to see the look of passion on her beautiful face. I smiled, satisfied that I was achieving my goal of providing pleasure to her, and returned my focus to making her cum. If I hadn’t been able to see the look on her face, I could have figured that I was doing right by her based on how loud her moans were becoming and how hard she was starting to force her pussy toward my face. I was perfectly okay with her cumming quickly, since I was assuming that this would not end up being my only opportunity to bury my face in her pussy, but I was going to keep eating her after she came until she had me stop. I thought she might enjoy a few orgasms right up front just as Gladys had. She started tensing up a bit just before she came but all the tension appeared to leave when she let out a cry and her body started to shake.

I kept my fingers pumping and continued licking and sucking her clit while looking up quickly as she rode out a long, intense orgasm. That amazing smile did reappear on her face to replace a look of intense concentration, which answered one of my questions about her. There were still many things I wanted to learn about her, though. When she went still, she took my face in her hands and turned it up toward her face since I’d gone back to focusing on her pussy.

“Let me see your cock now,” she said, so I slipped my fingers out of her and stood up.

She sat up and started working on opening my jeans, so I slipped my fingers into my mouth and sucked her juices off of them. Since I was sans underwear, my cock sprung out in her face and, naturally, she immediately took it into her mouth while continuing to push my jeans down. I savored the feel of her mouth until she had to abandon my cock in order to get my jeans the rest of the way off. I went ahead and shed my t-shirt so that, once I’d stepped out of my jeans, I was standing naked before her with my cock sticking straight out. She stroked my cock as she stood and indicated for me to sit. I had planned to finish unbuttoning her dress myself, but I found myself perfectly content to sit there watching as she did it.

She continued from where I’d left off and a sexy, lacy bra that matched her panties was soon revealed. My attention was fixed as she reached back to unfasten her bra and I was not disappointed as it slid down her arms and those beauties were revealed. Letting her bra drop to the floor, she hefted them in her hands with a smile on her face.

“You like them?” she asked and I nodded dumbly.

She brought them closer, climbing onto the chair and straddling me, but before I started to fondle them, I reclined us. They jiggled enticingly as we hit our new position, so I reached for them as she reached for my cock. I caressed the soft, smooth flesh and ran my palms over her hard nipples as she guided my cock to her pussy and lowered herself onto it. We both moaned as her pussy engulfed my throbbing tool and, while I played with her tits, she just sat for a moment before starting to ride it. She braced herself on the back of the chair over my head, putting her tits right in my face, then started to move up and down on my cock. I continued to caress her swinging, bouncing tits as I licked and sucked her hard nipples. Her hot, wet pussy felt outstanding and, despite being pretty distracted by her awesome tits, I was well aware of how it felt sliding up and down my cock. My initial desire had been to fuck her and I considered her impressive chest essentially a bonus. Seeing her tits and getting my hands on those beauties did not detract from the fulfillment I was feeling from scoring with another mature beauty.

I was pushing up into her each time she came down on my tool, savoring the slippery wetness of her pussy, and I couldn’t help but eventually slide my hands around to squeeze her ass. My lips and tongue continued to work on her nipples and areolas but I knew her ass, though not as toned as Gladys’, was a thing of beauty as well. I squeezed and caressed her cheeks as I continued pushing up into her, feeling the stirrings of an orgasm as her pussy seemed to get even hotter and wetter the longer we went at it. Of course my hands did not remain on her ass and were alternating between it and her succulent tits as she got louder and rode me harder.

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After my initial lesbian journey at the bar with Beth, It became hard for me to look at a woman without the prospect of sex on my mind. When I talk to a woman, I try to look for hidden messages to see if they have any lesbian inclination. It took me months to get over these feelings and be comfortable again with women.

I went back to the bar frequently to meet Beth, and we continued our escapades in the alley. But after a few months, our relationship ended when Beth’s husband was transferred to Europe. I met other women at the bar, and we rendezvous in the alley. I was developing into a pussy addict. One of my highlights was being in the alley with Lian I never knew I was ambidextrous.

When my daughter came to visit me for a month, I stopped visiting my favorite bar. The time I spent with my daughter made me reflect if my new lifestyle would meet her approval. When she went home to California, I felt embarrassed about my lesbian desires and went back to being a lonesome middle age woman.

A few weeks ago, I went to the laundry room in my building to see if the washing machine is free. It was a hot summer day, and the room felt like a sauna. I was stimulated by the view of a woman in red shorts bending over retrieving her clothes from the dryer. There was a big wet spot on the crotch of her shorts. She jumped when I asked her if she was finished with her loads. When I saw her face, it is Julie from next door. Julie is an attractive blond in her mid-thirties; she lived next door to me about 8 years ago. She moved away when she married but she kept the apartment as rental. We were never close friends because her future husband at the time forbids her to speak to anyone in the building.

Julie İstanbul Escort greeted me with a hearty hello. She told me she divorce Ted, and she move back to her apartment. I welcome her back, and uncomfortably express my sympathy about her divorce. Julie said no sympathy is needed, she is just happy to get her life started again. We were getting uncomfortable with our conversation, and we started to talk about the weather. She laugh when she said during this heat we should be wearing less clothes, but she just finished 2 full loads of wash & dry. Julie was packing her clothes into 2 laundry bags. I offer to stay and help her carry one of the bags. As she continued to stuff her bags, she dropped a yellow thong to the floor. We butted our heads as I reached down to help her retrieve it. We laugh as I said that on a day light this, we should be wearing something this brief.

Julie invited me to her apartment for a cup of tea as I dropped of a bag of her laundry at the door of her apartment. She insisted that I accept her offer; it’s the neighborly thing to do. Since I known Julie, she has never been this sweet and friendly. I sat in her kitchen as Julie boiled water for tea. We chatted and I tried to assure her that everything would be fine. Julie confided there are no complications from her divorce because there are no children involved. She is just happy to be free from her asshole ex-husband. There are no financial lingering issues, and she is just looking forward to her new life as a single woman. I jokingly said that all men should be on alert of her. Julie boldly retorts why stop with men, maybe women should be on alert of her too. I blushed at her remark.

Julie turned off Kadıköy Escort the switch for the boiling water. I was startled as she walked toward me. She held my hands and said, “A few month ago, I saw you going to the lesbian bar in the village. You have been my fantasy since I saw you walking in the lesbian bar. I can’t stop thinking about you. I know I am no beauty queen. Please make love to me”. I reached up and caress Julie’s face and told her “you are beautiful. I gazed into her eyes and kissed her passionately. We exchanged wet kisses and warm caresses for what seems to be an eternity. Julie sighed that over a year of sexual tension is about to explode within her.

Julie was panting softly as I removed her t-shirt and shorts. Julie was not wearing any panties as I felt her moisture near her crotch, I can feel the heat at my fingertips. Julie gasped as I massaged her crotch with my left hand. I cradled Julie with my right arm, and I probed Julie’s pussy with my fingers. I inserted one finger, and two fingers, and finally three fingers into her pussies. I changed the tempo to Julie’s satisfaction. I can hear it from the gentle moans of joy from her angelic voice. Julie let out a sudden gasp and I sense she is on the verge of a thundering orgasm. I look into her glassy eyes and continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. I lower my self to the floor and guided Julie to sit on the floor in front of me to prevent her losing her balance. My nimble fingers continue to work her pussy the whole time. Julie let out a cry as the start of an orgasm engulf her, I caress Julie’s face with my face and assure her everything is going to be all right. I continue the caress and slowly release Ataşehir Escort my fingers from her pussy as she recovers from the effect of her orgasm. I kiss her softly as my hands reached down and massage her delicate feet. She gaze into my and whisper “Thank you, my love”.

I spin Julie around to face me. I rub her feet lightly and lifted them over my shoulders. Julie instinctively leans back as I move to kiss her inner thighs. I work my way down to her pussy. I spread her lips with my tongue and lap her juice. Julie whimpers as I flick my tongue against her clit. I place her clit between my teeth and my tongue guided the engorge bud behind my teeth in my mouth. Julie cries out “please don’t stop”, as I continue to play with her clit with my tongue in my mouth. I lifted her ass and ran my tongue across the crack of her sweaty ass. I tease Julie by asking her “do you wants her asshole lick”. Before she can reply, I spread her ass cheeks and stuck my tongue in her forbidden hole. Julie was panting “lick my pussy, lick my asshole” over and over again. Julie was writhing uncontrollably as I felt a burst of liquid escaping from her pussy. I thought Julie was peeing, but it did not taste like piss. Julie is in an insatiable state as the liquids continue to emit from Julie pussy. It became apparent to me Julie was experiencing female ejaculation. I lean on top of Julie and rub my body against her until her orgasm subsides.

We were on the floor for a while until Julie recovers; I wipe the tears from her face. I asked Julie if she enjoy it, and she nodded innocently. She asked when can she return the favor, I said you already did. My clothes were wet with sweat and her juice. I joked now I have to do my laundry. Julie said we are about the same size, and she has two loads of clean clothes. She said, “I am not wearing anything” maybe you should just take off your clothes and rest your fingers and tongue awhile. She suggested we have our tea and she will show me what she learned.

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One of my favorite places to go with my boyfriend is the park. I never know what exactly is going to happen once we are there. Subtly we play with each other, trying not to get caught by anyone. You grab my ass as we walk along the path and I smiled up at your handsome face. My boyfriends tall, standing at 6’2”. I stand on my tip toes and give him a nice hard kiss. We walk over to an old fountain that is no longer running and he stands behind me. Arching my back, I push my ass into his groin, feeling it begin to stiffen under me. Looking around to see no one is watching he slides his hands up my sides and cups my breasts, pinching my nipples. I let out a little moan and further push my ass into him. We spend the rest of the morning playing with each other when we can. More people begin to arrive at the park and we decided it would be better if we left.

We had just gotten back from our adventure, when you whispered in my ear how badly you wanted me. You kissed my neck so lightly I almost couldn’t feel it, and it sent goosebumps down my spine. It was a warm fall day and the windows were open in your bedroom. The sun felt warm on my skin. We looked into each other’s eyes and I could see a mischievous glint in yours. Your kisses were soft at first, but they soon became more urgent and hard. You wrapped your arms around me and pulled me tight against you. I could feel all of Anadolu Yakası Escort you. From your solid chest down to the hard mound that was forming in your pants. Our lips met and we began to kiss passionately. I felt intoxicated with lust and want.

In good form, you knew just what to do to make me squirm. You pulled off my shirt revealing the lace bar I had warn for you. My perky C-cup breasts fill it out nicely. You kiss your way along the straps, pushing them down. Pulling down the cups, my tear drop breasts with their small nipples that are somewhere between pink and brown in color are revealed to you. My skin is a rich caramel color from the tan I’ve gotten this summer. My bright tan lines outline my breasts and as you will soon see, nether region. The cool air caresses my skin and my nipples begin to turn into swollen buds. You kiss both of them, teasing me, and continue to undress me. You drag your tongue down my stomach and rest your finger in the belt loops of my jeans. I have a smaller waist and I wear a size one jean. My body is a mixture between an hourglass and a pear. My boyfriend seems to enjoy my shapely ass. I raise my hips, allowing him to unbutton my denim shorts and push them to the ground. I’m 5’5” and have thin yet muscular legs that go on for miles, so I’m told.

Standing nude in your room, you escorted me to the bed and Pendik Escort playfully pushed me backwards on to it. After climbing onto the bed yourself, you position your long athletically built body above mine and our kisses resume. I pull your shirt off aggressively loving the way your skin feels. I push you back lightly so that I can get your cargo sorts off, taking your boxers with them. My hands begin to roam over your body, first over your shoulders, making their way down to your chest. I slide them to your back and massage your tense muscles, then continue down to grab your ass. All the while you kiss me, sliding your tongue into my waiting mouth. Our tongues play, gliding across each other. Your mouth tastes sweet.

After a short while you begin to move. Slowly you kiss up my neck to my right earlobe. You trail your tongue up the outer edges of my ear and then back down. You lightly bite my earlobe and I let out a soft moan. Your journey continues down as you kiss my collarbone and nibble slightly. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel on your tongue on my skin. You slowly begin to trace your tongue in circles around my left breast. The circles get smaller and smaller as you go, being careful not to touch my swollen nipple. You pull away and make me wait. Teasing me, and making me want you even more. Finally, you return to me, sticking your tongue out and flicking Kurtköy Escort my, nipple catching me off guard. You make light circles with your tongue which elicits another moan. Soon I feel the warmth of your mouth as you suck me inside. Moving to my other breast, you do the same thing to my right breast. I’m almost positive you can feel the heat of my cunt as it burns for attention.

Ever so slowly you kiss your way down my stomach. As you approach you begin to move my body to the edge of the bed. Climbing off the bed, you spread my legs and being to kiss the insides of my thighs. And then it happens. Your tongue ever so slowly touches my aching pussy. You lick from the bottom up; circling my clit once you reach the top. You do this twice more before going to work on my clit. You move your tongue from side to side in the most satisfying way. Then you being to trace magical circles driving my impending orgasm ever closer. I feel the flat of your tongue licking me, and I fight the urge to pull you in closer settling with lifting my hips. You begin to suck my clit into your mouth and you bring me to the very edge and suddenly your tongue is on me again licking at a rapid fire rate sending me into an intense orgasm. I try to control my body but to no avail. Moan after moan escapes my mouth as I ride the waves of pleasure.

Once the pleasure has subsided you pull away and come to cuddle as my breathing settles back to a normal pace. Your mouth is still a bit wet from my juices and I kiss you tasting myself in the mix. I lick your face clean in a playful way and begin to plan how I will thank you for the incredible afternoon.

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A heat wave baked the upper Midwest and the humidity that hung over the city caused Bess’s short sleeve blouse to stick to her back. She walked up the front steps and rang the bell.

“Come on in,” Bonnie yelled from inside. “It’s open.”

Bess walked into the foyer and heard, “Lock it behind you, will you? Then come into the kitchen.”

“Sure,” Bess called, throwing the latch.

Bess walked to the back and into the large, airy kitchen. Bonnie already had lunch laid out on the table: a green salad, a bowl of crab salad, and cold pasta with basil. Crisp rolls nestled in a napkin-covered basket and a bottle of white wine stood opened beside two crystal glasses.

“Oh, Bess,” Bonnie said, hugging her, “I’ve missed you!”

“Me too,” Bess replied.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I have a gift for you.” She picked up a small package wrapped in silver paper.

Bess tore off the paper and opened the small box. Inside was a pewter figurine of a dragon with his wings spread, his head thrown back as if roaring. He was perched on a faceted crystal globe, his talons buried in the transparent ball.

Bonnie watched Bess lift the four-inch high dragon so the light turned into rainbows within the crystal. “The dragon is for fantasy,” Bonnie said, “And for dreams that can be made to come true.”

“You knew that I was going to join you in your business, didn’t you?”

“I knew a week ago when I watched your eyes light up as I showed you the album. Actually I knew when we met at your Aunt’s. After all, we were teammates and I knew you very well then.” She poured wine into the two glasses and raised hers in toast. “To fantasy. And to making fantasies come true for everyone involved.”

After lunch, Bonnie said, “I think it’s time for you to have a look around upstairs.”

The two girls put the dishes in the dishwasher, and then climbed the lushly carpeted stairs to the master bedroom. It was softer and Bostancı Escort more romantic than the downstairs, done in pastel pinks and warm, spring greens. The lounge chair was upholstered in a pink and green floral with green piping to match the bedspread and drapes. The oriental carpet contained the same shades of green and together with a half of dozen plants, gave the entire room a warm and comfortable feeling.

“This is a wonderful room,” Bess said, “soft and loving somehow.”

“That’s exactly the way I want it. We’ll need to coordinate, but you’re free to use it whenever you want, for whatever you want.”

“Are you sure about me using your place?”

“Yes.” Bonnie opened the door to a huge walk-in closet. “On this side, are everyday clothes, the usual suits, dresses, blouses, things like that. The shoes are underneath.”

She looked Bess over. “I guess we still wear the same size, so take your pick.”

“Bonnie, I couldn’t.”

With a smile, Bonnie said, “I love clothes and now I can indulge myself. You will be surprised how many men want a well-dressed, well educated companion to decorate their arm at a luncheon or business dinner.”

“You mean like in ‘Pretty Woman’?”

“Exactly. Sometimes without any sex.” She turned and pointed to the other side of the closet. “This is the evening stuff.”

Bess was stunned at the number of designer dresses: chiffon, lace, sequins, and satin in a variety of colors and textures. Her fingers touched each one and she wanted to pull each from its hanger and try it on. “You are ready for anything, aren’t you?”

Bonnie crossed the room and opened the door to a second closet. “Play clothes.” Inside hung an assortment of costumes. Bess recognized some of them from Bonnie’s album. The pink little girl dress and the leather and chain outfit hung with a leopard patterned leotard, three leather dresses with multiple zippers, and several Ümraniye Escort see-through lace bodysuits.

“On each hanger,” Bonnie explained, “are all the items necessary for that persona. Besides the clothes and underwear, I have coordinated jewelry, perfume, extra make-up, whatever’s needed, all in a plastic bag on the hanger. With some of them, there is a wig, should you care to wear one. I love wigs: They make me feel like a different person. Again feel free to use anything, just put it back in its place. Sometimes I need to dash into the bathroom and change quickly.”

Bess could only shake her head.

On the far side of the closet were outfits for men; a Robin Hood-style green vest and tights, a black outfit that looked like it was designed for a second story man, and a white shirt and short pants combination. “For the naughty little boy,” Bonnie explained.

Bonnie opened the drawers of a wide dresser and showed Bess dozens of slips, bras both with and without cutouts so nipples could show through, satin and lace panties, silk teddies in a dozen colors, and garter belts with stockings.

“Try anything on and wear whatever fits your mood. Or you might want to wear nothing at all under your evening clothes. There are few things more arousing than telling a man that you’re not wearing underwear, and then going out for the evening. But everything’s replaceable so if anything gets torn or whatever,” she winked, “we’ll get new ones.”

When Bess looked as though she didn’t understand, Bonnie said, “Sometimes a man wants to tear your clothes off or cut them off slowly and dramatically.”

As Bess gazed into the drawer, Bonnie took her hand. “There is one more room to show you.”

Bonnie opened the door to the other bedroom and let Bess precede her. As she entered the room she gasped. Almost cave-like, it was darkened with wood-paneled walls and heavy velvet drapes. As Bess looked around Anadolu Yakası Escort she saw the room resembled a dungeon with eyelets, chains, and bondage equipment proudly displayed on every wall. There were three differently shaped wooden benches with hooks and straps attached and two cabinets filled with items Bess didn’t recognize. A big brass bed dominated one end of the room. As shocked as she was, Bess also realized that she could hardly breathe.

Bonnie walked in behind her and placed her hand on Bess’s shoulder. “Exciting, isn’t it?”

Bess nodded her head. She was picturing herself held down or chained, restrained and helpless with a man standing over her enjoying her vulnerability. “This isn’t in the album.”

“No,” Bonnie said, “This is for special ‘friends’.”

“Like the one you told me about last week. The $1000 one.”

“Yes, Bess, that one. And others.” With that Bonnie led Bess out of the room.

Eventually they returned to the living room. Sipping wine, the topic turned to Bess’s new career.

“I want you to go slowly,” Bonnie said, “But first there are a few things. My ‘friends’ are all types. Most are older and yes, there are one or two women. Second, they may have different tastes, so we say, so don’t judge them. I have one who likes to wear women’s underwear.”

Bess tried not to look shocked. She had read about transvestites but she never thought she meet one. “Women’s underwear?”

“Several men I know like to wear satin undies under their business suits and they are not transvestites.” Bonnie replied. “The slippery fabric feels good against their skin, and it’s their sexy little secret. Remember there’s nothing wrong with an activity that consenting adults enjoy in private, or, for that matter, in selected public locations.”

“You’re right. I’m not being judgmental, just naïve.”

Bonnie leaned forward. “Most important, if it makes you uncomfortable or doesn’t feel right, then don’t do it. I don’t like to be tied up, in any way, so I do have my limits. Understand?”

“Yes,” Bess said, nodding her head.

“Good. I’d like to see you build your sexual and sensual awareness little by little. And I have just the place to start.”

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I travel for a living, often gone for stretches of days up to a week. After crossing thousands of miles of ocean I am often very tired, even truly exhausted, when I arrive home. Most of the time I am looking for a glass of wine or a cocktail, a hug and some sleep when I stumble in the door. This time was different and my wife is the difference, and what a difference she is.

I open the door. And even though she knows I’m in town and on the way home, the dogs alert her loudly to make sure my entrance is well announced.

But this time there is no need for an alert. Jill stands in the kitchen with a cocktail in each hand, dressed in a black leather skirt along a virtually see-through black blouse. Her hair is beautifully done with a slight tussle to it and she is adorned in fire engine red lipstick with a shiny lip gloss enhancing her lips. Heavy rouge and eye shadow make her look like a page from a makeup ad in a woman’s magazine. Under her top she is wearing an open nipple bra that presents her beautiful breasts in the sexiest way. Long, dangling rhinestone earrings match her choker. And black back-seamed stockings and her tallest stiletto heels finish the breathtaking presentation. Clearly we are not going to have a drink and sit in front of the TV tonight.

I loosen my tie and try to catch my breath. She is overwhelmingly beautiful and looks like a woman twenty years her junior. I’m taken aback by what I see. My curiosity is ramping up. My imagination is beginning to run wild. What is she up to?

I gulp down the martini she has made for me and set the glass back on the bar. She sidles up to me and whispers seductively in my ear, “Grab a quick shower. Throw on some clubbing clothes. We are going out.”

“Where to?” I inquire.

“I’ll tell you when we are on the way”, she responds.

The intrigue is killing me. While in the shower my mind continues to race, conjuring up all kinds of thoughts, ideas and scenarios. The excitement just continues to build as I grab clothes from the closet. I can’t even remember the last time we went out to a night club for a drink. Why tonight? Why so provocatively dressed? It was totally out of character for her. She was normally very conservative in her dress. I had often fantasized about going out into pubic with her looking precisely the way she did tonight. I knew she would turn heads wherever that might be. I was getting aroused by just the thought of her being ogled by strange men in a bar, eyeing her bouncing tits through that sheer blouse with just the smallest hint of coverage of her long hard nipples.

I dressed as quickly as I could, my mind so focused on her and the rush of it all that I even struggled to button my shirt.

As I stepped into the living room, she brought me another martini. As I took it from her and began to drink, she raised her skirt to show me what could best be described as a crotchless thong and a freshly shaved pussy with just a small triangular patch adorning her pussy.

“You like it?’ she asked.

“Hell yeah. It’s spectacular” I managed to stammer from my aroused state, now sporting a full erection inside my underwear.

She finished her drink, tantalizingly licking the rim to tease me even further. She reapplied her lipstick and lip gloss to their pristine condition. I grabbed the car keys and we walked to the car. I opened the door to let her in and she sexily entered, making sure I caught a glimpse of her slick pussy as she swung her legs into the car. The cool air of the evening made Maltepe Escort her nipples jut out to their full length, pressing hard against her blouse. I almost lost it right there. She was erotic as any time I had ever seen her.

I gathered myself, started up the car and pulled out of the driveway.

“Where to?” I asked.

“We’re going to a bar” she said “Over at the Sheraton by the airport. Let’s go and don’t spare the horses” she grinned.

The bar was a watering hole for businessmen in town. It was semi-quiet; a place with a higher level of clientele than some local joint or a place that would attract a louder, younger, more rowdy group. It was sophisticated and classy but not overbearing; dim but not dark.

The drive was fairly short and all along the way she was turned slightly towards me with her back in the corner between the seatback and the door. She hiked up her skirt, pulled her crotchless thong apart and slowly worked her pussy so I could watch her until I could actually see her moisture glisten in the soft blue light from the car radio. All the while she licked her juicy bright red lips seductively and told me about how much she loved me and how much she wanted to make me happy. I assured her that she was making me happy … VERY happy and how incredibly sexy she was.

At the hotel, we used the valet to park the car. He was a young kid, maybe in his early 20’s. I thought he was going to explode in his pants as my wife exited the car, making sure to give him an eyeful of her now-wet pussy and her now swollen nipples. His dick went up faster than rocket, a huge bulge in his pants giving him away. I chuckled under my breath as I knew she had given this young man a thrill he would likely never forget and a story he could tell his friends. My wife was old enough to be his mother and this kid was drooling over her. If he had only known!

She walked through the lobby, drawing all eyes. We disappeared into the bar, getting a table that she picked out in the back corner. I think every guy in the bar had his eyes lasered in on her. She was without doubt the best looking thing that bar had seen in a very long time.

We ordered a round of drinks. My fascination with this was growing in leaps and bounds.

“What is this about? What’s going on here?” I asked. “This is so out of character for you. I LOVE it. I’ve been trying to get you to do something bold and risqué forever and you’ve always been totally against it. What gives?” I prodded.

‘You’ll see. Relax. Enjoy your drink.”

We chatted. I tried to make small talk that wouldn’t destroy the moment. I was mesmerized by her beauty and her simply incredible sexiness and still dumbfounded that she was doing this. The suspense was overwhelming. All of my senses were ablaze. Why? Why now? Why here?

After a while, she excused herself to the restroom. Again, all eyes were on her. She was THE center of that universe. As she returned, another very nice looking lady came to the table and gave her a cordial hug and a kiss on the cheek and then whispered something in my wife’s ear and proceeded to the restroom herself.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“She’s a friend from work. I guess she just happened to be here and wanted to say hello. She wants to join us for a second. Girl talk I guess”

She exited the restroom and approached the table. I stood to greet her. For the first time in a while, I didn’t have a hardon to try to hide. “Hi. I’m Sally.”

I introduced myself. She sat immediately Ümraniye Escort next to my wife and I sat back down on her other side. She was a very attractive woman, not as attractive as my wife and certainly not as sexily dressed. She was tall, about 5 foot 10 inches, long blonde hair that had a suggestive tussled look and an enticing figure with spectacular tits. She wore a tight fitting blouse that accentuated her assets and a short skirt that just barely covered her shapely ass. Like my wife, she wore considerable makeup that accentuated her high cheek bones and captivating doe eyes. And I noticed she had really full lips I asked what she was drinking and she said she wanted a Long Island Ice Tea. I couldn’t find the cocktail waitress, so I got up and went to the bar to order a round for our table.

When I came back to the table, it would have been impossible not to notice that Sally had her right hand on my wife’s left breast and was working her nipple through the blouse. It was clandestine unless you were in the immediate vicinity but it was very obvious from my viewpoint. I leaned over and placed the drinks on the table and then I spotted Sally’s hand sneaking up under the edge my wife’s skirt.

Well, my dick leaped back to attention and I sat down to hide the tent in my pants. I sat down, my heart pounding with excitement, anticipation and even an element of fearful anxiety. Now I understood what was going on. My wife and Sally had planned this all along and I was supposed to be there. My capacity in this was still a mystery. Now my brain is surging with questions and “what if’s”. Are all the players in this story known? Am I strictly an observer to the opening act of this play or am I to be an active participant or will I be sent away?

With this emotional backdrop, I tried to engage myself. There wasn’t much conversation at this point. The two girls covertly rubbed on each other and you could actually see the tide of passion mounting. Every element of body language was screaming out in the release of raw, unbridled lust. It was only a matter of time until the flames erupted at the flashpoint.

Alice tore herself away briefly and leaned over to me.

“Go to the front desk. There’s a reservation in our name. Check in and then come back to me”

Well, if I thought the anticipation was becoming unbearable, this turn of events cemented some certainty to the near future of the evening. I got up from the table, working hard at camouflaging my throbbing erection, and headed to the front desk. I checked in for our king suite and nearly broke out into a run for the girls’ table.

The girls were still whispering back and forth while stealthily manipulating each other’s clits. As I approached the table, Alice held up her hand and motioned for me to lean over to her.

She again whispered in my ear, “Leave a key and go to the room. Order some champagne. I’ll be up shortly. Oh, and … my pussy is as wet as it has ever been in my whole life. It will be a night you could never imagine and will never forget.”

Sally winked at me suggestively as I placed one of the two keys on the table, retreated from the table and headed to the room. While incredibly excited about the prospects, I was mildly disappointed in what I might miss at that table.

On the way out I stopped by and ordered a bottle of champagne to the room and placed the bar tab on the room. A last glimpse of the girls engaged in kissing and petting propelled me to the elevator and our room.

Once İstanbul Escort there I felt like a fish out of water. The champagne appeared just a few short minutes after my arrival, but then I was left to my own imagination. My mind had been rushing all night long, ever since my arrival at home. I was being kept in a constant state of arousal. My imagination was literally sore from so much stimulation, spiced and sprinkled with equal doses of reality.

After a few more minutes, but what seemed like an eternity, the girls walked into the suite. They were holding hands as they entered, throwing their purses onto the dresser, Sally wanted to know when I would pour champagne. Obligingly, I poured three glasses of champagne and we all sat down at the table.

Jill and Sally sip gently from their glasses, pausing between those sips to kiss each other across the table. I’m just a couple of feet away and it’s like I’m not there. They are so consumed in their heated passion that they have totally tuned me out of the room. I’m little more than furniture.

As it gets even hotter between them, they stand up and have a full embrace, both of them rubbing their hands on the other’s body. They almost waltz to the bed, flopping down in unison on the edge of it, and begin heatedly undressing each other. As they pulled off pieces of clothing, their hands and lips savored the freshly uncovered areas of flesh.

Sally pushed Jill down on the bed and dived between her thighs, placing Jill’s legs between her shoulders and the crook of each arm. Jill’s legs were totally elevated and there was nothing between her beautifully trimmed pussy and Sally’s tongue.

Sally slid down to Jill’s pussy and began to tongue it feverishly at first but then slowed down as if to savor every lap of tongue upon Jill’s now erect clit. She tempered her passion with a methodology to extend the experience and elevate the peak that would inevitably follow. Sally deliberately worked up and down Jill’s glistening pussy, lapping her juices on each pass, and also pausing at the clit each time to suck, nibble and twirl it with her tongue.

Jill’s back was arching as the fire in her passion pit grew hotter and hotter. Her breasts and their long, hard nipples were pulsing with each passionate breath. Her hips undulated to perfectly match Sally’s rhythmic exploitation of her pussy. She grabbed Sally’s head and moved her arms with her to ensure that Sally wouldn’t stop.

My cock was as hard as it’s ever been as I watched the two girls fully engulfed in the fervor of the moment. Jill gasped as she reached her climax, arching her back even further and Sally’s right hand immediately went to Jill’s right breast, seizing the hard nipple and harshly pulling and twisting it as Jill shuddered in orgasm.

Sally held Jill briefly and without a word spoken, Jill rolled her over and began to return the favor. I had never seen my wife with another woman. Seeing her now shiver in orgasmic aftershock while she vigorously performed on Sally was a level of turn-on that I simply am unable to describe. My heart pounded and my dick bobbed obediently in tandem with my heart beats.

Sally was dripping in her own juices and Jill was dutifully licking her pussy, savoring each drip. She thrust her tongue in and out of Sally, pausing from time to time to work on Sally’s clit. Jill was sweating as she put her entire physical being into servicing Sally. And Sally responded with a shattering orgasmic climax that cause the bed to shake as if it were in an earthquake.

The two girls collapsed on each other, their juices and sweat mixing. I halfway expected to see steam rising from their bodies.

It was the most sexually electric experience I could possibly imagine. Only it was real. Very real.

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Jack had left Beth’s apartment the next morning; he had given her multiple orgasms, her cunt was squelching when he left her. She told him that she would video Peter when he licked her out. Jack felt that it aroused her when he did this to her. Beth had even suggested that they could allow Peter to watch them fucking then let him lick her out. Jack was not entirely comfortable with this as he enjoyed being alone with Beth. He had two calls to make on his way home which he did then had a craving for spaghetti so stopped at an Italian restaurant for lunch. He had his phone on mute since last night, he hadn’t missed any calls, but there were several emails unread.

He now had permission to view Jo’s pictures. They were seductive, exciting and imaginative; they were also very erotica. Her naked body was very similar to Beth’s. He liked the three naughty pictures in a nun’s habit, one of her posing with an angelic look on her face. One with her white collar held up exposing her massive tits in a push-up bra. The third shows her with her legs wide open with a large dildo in her cunt. The others were her posing naked; they were tastefully down. She was a very sexy woman. The way her makeup was applied made her look so hot in all of her pictures.

He then read the message that she had sent from the site, “Wow, that’s a big boy, you have chosen the right name, but maybe Big Fat Boy would have been better. Now I know why Beth is so happy. I’ve checked, and I see that you are on WhatsApp, it will be faster writing on there, we can even send naughty selfies to each other. I’m available for an overnight visit anytime, just let me know when. My pussy got wet when I saw your pictures then I had to bring myself off. Look forward to hearing from you. Love J.”

He was happy with what she had written. Tina had accepted the Facebook friendship request. She had sent a WhatsApp message with her blond hair, she looked stunning, and it helped her appearance. With the picture she had written, “Hope that you like the picture, I did that for you. I had a long chat with mum this morning. I told her that I was sexually attracted to you. She is comfortable with that and doesn’t mind sharing you with me. I am going to stay with mum now which is better for Tom. Tom’s happy there. Mum has told me to tell Bill to get out of the house. She has spoken to her lawyer, it’s not like divorce, mum owns the house, and she can sell it then he has to go back to his mother’s house. Thank God mum did it this way or it could have ended up messy.”

“I would like to spend weekends with Tom, I will be staying with mum, so there will be no problem with you having mum and me in a threescore. I will be sleeping with mum tonight, and we both are excited about it. I know that you have a business to run, but I believe that we all can have Anadolu Yakası Escort a lot of fun together. Next week I can be in your town for a night. Let me know what night is the best for you, and I will be there. As well as the hairdressers I also went to my doctor as I was not on the pill, I am now, and I can’t wait to feel your hot cum inside me. Write when you can, I am thinking about you. Love Tina.”

Over his coffee, Jack worked it out that he would see Tina next week on her own, but after that, it would be a threesome with Beth. The nights he wasn’t with Beth and Tina he would be with Jo. He didn’t reply to them then but he would when he got back to his office. He then drove back to the office. After he had checked things he answered by WhatsApp to Jo, it read, “Love your pictures, would love a blow job with you wearing your habit. How about tomorrow night? If it’s good, then come to the store around four, and I will show you around. I have two questions, have you ever had a priest and how did you get involved in this type of life? Love Jack.”

He then replied to Tina; it read, “You look wonderful, what a difference, I am so happy that you did it. Tuesday night could be good, let me know if it’s good for you? I think you and Tom would be better off without Bill. You are lucky that you have the security of Beth behind you. No problem with the weekends, if threesomes are good for you and Beth then no problem, I can be there for some weekends. A tip for you, Beth loves her clit sucked, but finger fuck her as you suck her. Her clit is big; it’s like a little cock. She gets wet easily and loves it when I fist her as I suck it. She is also a great gripper; she has powerful cunt muscles. You will feel it when she grips your fist. Let me know how you get on. I will think of you tonight. Love Jack.”

Ten minutes later he had a reply from Tina with a picture of her with her legs open and her cunt lips spread open with her index and middle finger displaying her massive clit. It looked bigger than Beth’s. Her message read, “I’m the same as mum and can’t wait for you to suck it and fist me too. My clit is not small, it’s so sensitive. I will be there at four on Tuesday. Mum and I are going out for a meal tonight so it may tomorrow before I update you as I would like to be discreet. I would love a picture of your prince, is that possible? I have strong cunt muscles too. Love Tina.”

He replied immediately with two pictures of his massive thick cock; he wrote, “I hope you like him. Beth usually goes back to Peter after I have fucked her, he is a cuckold lover. She enjoys him licking her cunt out. Then she goes to her bed and comes back to me early in the morning to be fucked again. If this happens, then let me know after she leaves. I love how you think. Love Jack.”

She Avrupa Yakası Escort replied, “If that happens then I will write to you. That doesn’t surprise me about Peter; I don’t know what mum sees in him, she supports him completely. That tosser Bill has never gone down on me in his life. I love oral, but the last time I had, it was at University. Love Tina.”

An hour later Jo replied, it read, “I will do that for you. When we get to your place, then we will fuck, and after that, we can do special things. I have a wonderful imagination, and you will never be bored with me. I have been gang banged by three priests, one in each hole, and I loved that. I have had Bishops, Archbishops but never a Cardinal. I was a cum slut for them. The priests and I started to get older. I remember at Bishop’s funeral there was fifty clergy on the altar; it was packed, forty-five of they had fucked me. I now haven’t had sex with a priest for three years. I still see a few nuns, every one of them loves cock.”

“How did it start, that’s a big question, because of my limp nobody gave a fuck about my feelings. When I started University, I had never been to a disco. I was insecure, the only place that I felt secure was in the church, Beth was at discos, and I was in church. I had no confidence because of my limp. I couldn’t go to discos, I went to church, all my life up until then the church was where I felt comfortable. I became an altar server, I was in church, and I felt relaxed. I was there every morning and when there was an evening service I was there too. I felt that I was contributing, I felt that I was doing something positive. When I was there I never thought of my limp; I was a person assisting in the running of the church.”

“In my final year of school the old housekeeper in the church house retired, the new housekeeper was a lovely lady called Mary. She was a widow with two grown-up sons. She had a house which she now rented out, and she lived in the church house. She was in her mid-forties, the two of us hit it off immediately, she taught me how to cook, bake and all the other household chores. I learned so much from her. During my summer holidays, I had left school and was accepted for University. We were doing a lot together; we would shop and go to the cinema. I had never done this in my life before. Mary loved lingerie, she introduced me to it, and for the first time in my life, I cared about how my body could look. Mary gave me confidence; she told me I was an intelligent, beautiful young lady who had a slight limp. From that day I didn’t care about my limp.”

“On my nineteenth birthday Mary took the day off, we went shopping, and she bought me some lingerie which I loved. She bought herself some too; she also bought a vibrator which she asked to İstanbul Escort be gift wrapped. We had lunch in an Indian restaurant, she ordered a bottle of champagne, and that was the first time in my life that I had drunk alcohol. After lunch, we went back to her room. She had a bottle of champagne, and we sat on top of her bed and drank it. She then took me in her arms and wished me a happy birthday then she kissed me, it was the first tongue kiss of my life, and I loved the passion and tenderness she was giving me.”

“We kissed and touched, soon we were naked, and I loved what she was doing to me. Like most girls, I had played with myself. I had orgasmed by rubbing my clit and with the shower head jet on my clit but what I was now experiencing was fifty times better, and I had cum with her sucking and playing with my tits. I had broken my hymen myself when I had fingered my cunt out of curiosity, and I could now get four fingers in it if I were wet enough. Mary then went down on me, she complimented me on the size of my clit, she was sucking it as she fingered me, I loved it, I had so many orgasms, I had never experienced anything like it before.”

“I had a wonderful birthday; we did everything, she put on a strapon and fucked me in my ass and cunt. Before I left, she gave me the vibrator showing me how to grip it when I had it in my cunt telling me that one day I would have a cock inside you and I must grip the cock at the base and head on every thrust. I walked home with my cunt and ass tingling. She had told me that I was perfect and wanted to see me tomorrow. I wanted to see her too. For the next month, we fucked at least twice a day every day. She taught me so much. She had a dildo in the shape of a cock; she showed me how to suck and play with it.”

“There was a convent next door to the church which the priest was responsible. One day she invited me to come with her and meet the Mother Superior, I went with her, and I liked her. To cut a long story short, I fucked her that afternoon and gave her multiple orgasms. She loved it and gave me a ten-pound tip which was a fortune forty-five years ago. There were eight nuns in the convent, and I was servicing every one of them. I was getting ten pounds a session; I was making money. Just before I started University Mary asked if I would like to have a cock? I told her that I was game for anything. Five days after my next period she put me on the pill.”

“Two weeks later she told me the priest would like to see me. She asked if I wanted her with her for the first visit. I said I was OK and asked what he liked? She told me he liked his cock sucked in foreplay and to talk dirty when he is riding you. His favourite position is doggy style, he cums very quickly, and he is just an in and out partner. It was easy; I enjoyed having a cock inside me. He loved it, and I visited him three times a week and got ten pounds per visit. Then there were other priests. Mary acted as my secretary. I would tell her when I was available. And that’s how I started. I know one thing and that is tomorrow I will give you the fuck of your life. Love Jo.”

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