look into my eyes.
“Don't worry. I'm not telling anyone.”
“But you are married?”
“Unhappily. Are you going to take this
chance from me?”
I sit there and think very clearly for a
good minute. She's not happy with her man, but not leaving.
There'll be a reason. Marriage is different from me and Wendy. This
woman is older as well. She knows what's up. If I don't take this
prize then someone else is going to tonight. She's ready to go by
the pussy juice scent in the car. I can choose to stress the
details or see the big picture and realize that she chose me and
she wants me and her life decisions are none of my business.
My cock hardens even more. Fucking a married
woman is just plain hot as it gets.
I ignore the ring and reach for the
pussy.
“I said no,” she says. “You can't do me
there.”
That's a downer.
“Then what?” I ask. “Are you going to blow
me more or something?”
That would also be a downer.
“I have something else in mind.”
I didn't notice that she had a handbag until
now. It's sitting near the door on the floor. She reaches in and
pulls out a small clear bottle.
“Let me do your dick first.”
My grunt when she pours some on my cock is
loud in the car.
She massages it in and says, “It's just lube
silly.”
The woman then comes up and leans over me
and drops her red panties and pours some lube on one hand.
“Watch closely.”
I gulp as her hand travels to her pussy. Why
would a woman that wet need more wetness on her pussy – a pussy
that she's not even going to use?
Her hand travels even further back. I stare
into her eyes as she slides it further and further around.
“Where are you going with that...?”
The woman's eyes squeeze tight around the
edges. No... NO... SERIOUSLY, NO-FUCKING-WAY!
“Ahhhh...” she sighs. “It's a little tight
back there.”
“Uhuh?” is all I manage.
She slips up and brings herself over me. Her
eyes meet mine and she stops and smiles.
“Do you want to see my tits?”
I nod and smile like an idiot.
Her hands pull down the straps of the dress
that I would swear my life on that my ex-girlfriend wore that day
and rolls them down until her breasts pop out.
'Pop'. I seriously mean that. The don't
bounce; they explode. They don't jiggle; they gush. These things
must have been held back behind an iron curtain because when they
come out of hiding, they fill my face and leave me with no room to
breath.
“Suck the nipples. Both at the same
time.”
I'm like a puppet and her my puppeteer. I
grab both, find them sensitive and large and suck on them hard,
grinding a little with my teeth.
She moans and sinks down on my lap. I feel
one hand take my cock and push it back – far too far back – and put
it to a hole that is nothing like a woman's pussy. For me this is
the first time doing this. I've never done anal, but I'm starting
to think I'm going to like it.
When my dick slides in long and slow through
layers of resistance like nothing else, I groan like I'm about to
have a heart attack.
My body throbs. It's like every part of it
has been hit by one massive shocking wave of blood. I suck in air,
compressed by those huge tits and her lips on my forehead
whispering words of wickedness that make it even harder to keep my
head about me.
It's like I'm going to cum and nearly I
do.
Whiskey dick is what saves me.
No man in his right mind and with a love of
older women like what is growing in my heart right now could hold
against that ass. It's tighter than sin and probably pink and
pretty. There's something completely different about doing a
woman's butt. Is it the slickness of the lube? The oddness of the
formation of the muscles? How it contracts and squeezes and always
seems far too tight?
I don't know. I doubt any man could answer
either.
We all enjoy it differently.
And enjoy it I do.
She rides me as I suffocate in her breasts
with her staring down into my eyes with the most rapt expression of
enjoyment in her eyes. Her
“Don't worry. I'm not telling anyone.”
“But you are married?”
“Unhappily. Are you going to take this
chance from me?”
I sit there and think very clearly for a
good minute. She's not happy with her man, but not leaving.
There'll be a reason. Marriage is different from me and Wendy. This
woman is older as well. She knows what's up. If I don't take this
prize then someone else is going to tonight. She's ready to go by
the pussy juice scent in the car. I can choose to stress the
details or see the big picture and realize that she chose me and
she wants me and her life decisions are none of my business.
My cock hardens even more. Fucking a married
woman is just plain hot as it gets.
I ignore the ring and reach for the
pussy.
“I said no,” she says. “You can't do me
there.”
That's a downer.
“Then what?” I ask. “Are you going to blow
me more or something?”
That would also be a downer.
“I have something else in mind.”
I didn't notice that she had a handbag until
now. It's sitting near the door on the floor. She reaches in and
pulls out a small clear bottle.
“Let me do your dick first.”
My grunt when she pours some on my cock is
loud in the car.
She massages it in and says, “It's just lube
silly.”
The woman then comes up and leans over me
and drops her red panties and pours some lube on one hand.
“Watch closely.”
I gulp as her hand travels to her pussy. Why
would a woman that wet need more wetness on her pussy – a pussy
that she's not even going to use?
Her hand travels even further back. I stare
into her eyes as she slides it further and further around.
“Where are you going with that...?”
The woman's eyes squeeze tight around the
edges. No... NO... SERIOUSLY, NO-FUCKING-WAY!
“Ahhhh...” she sighs. “It's a little tight
back there.”
“Uhuh?” is all I manage.
She slips up and brings herself over me. Her
eyes meet mine and she stops and smiles.
“Do you want to see my tits?”
I nod and smile like an idiot.
Her hands pull down the straps of the dress
that I would swear my life on that my ex-girlfriend wore that day
and rolls them down until her breasts pop out.
'Pop'. I seriously mean that. The don't
bounce; they explode. They don't jiggle; they gush. These things
must have been held back behind an iron curtain because when they
come out of hiding, they fill my face and leave me with no room to
breath.
“Suck the nipples. Both at the same
time.”
I'm like a puppet and her my puppeteer. I
grab both, find them sensitive and large and suck on them hard,
grinding a little with my teeth.
She moans and sinks down on my lap. I feel
one hand take my cock and push it back – far too far back – and put
it to a hole that is nothing like a woman's pussy. For me this is
the first time doing this. I've never done anal, but I'm starting
to think I'm going to like it.
When my dick slides in long and slow through
layers of resistance like nothing else, I groan like I'm about to
have a heart attack.
My body throbs. It's like every part of it
has been hit by one massive shocking wave of blood. I suck in air,
compressed by those huge tits and her lips on my forehead
whispering words of wickedness that make it even harder to keep my
head about me.
It's like I'm going to cum and nearly I
do.
Whiskey dick is what saves me.
No man in his right mind and with a love of
older women like what is growing in my heart right now could hold
against that ass. It's tighter than sin and probably pink and
pretty. There's something completely different about doing a
woman's butt. Is it the slickness of the lube? The oddness of the
formation of the muscles? How it contracts and squeezes and always
seems far too tight?
I don't know. I doubt any man could answer
either.
We all enjoy it differently.
And enjoy it I do.
She rides me as I suffocate in her breasts
with her staring down into my eyes with the most rapt expression of
enjoyment in her eyes. Her
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