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It was December 23rd, the day Jo was finally going to meet ‘her’ Kev. They had met on the Internet a few months before and despite the rather large age gap Jo knew she wanted him and hoped that he felt the same.
They were to meet in the town centre and as Jo stood there […]

It was December 23rd, the day Jo was finally going to meet ‘her’ Kev. They had met on the Internet a few months before and despite the rather large age gap Jo knew she wanted him and hoped that he felt the same.

They were to meet in the town centre and as Jo stood there at 6pm shivering she could see the twinkle of the Christmas lights around her, she felt magical, Christmas decorations always made her feel this way and she truly hoped that the rest of the night would follow this magical theme.

Suddenly a tall figure in the distance caught her eye, instantly she knew it was him, even from the rather blurred photo she had seen of him she knew.

As he walked towards her a huge smile appeared on his face and she knew that she was grinning back even though the whole seen seemed rather surreal…”Jo?” he said “yes Kev it’s me” he walked closer and put his arms round her as he pulled her into a very tight, warm hug before pulling back and kissing her gently on the lips…

‘Bang, Bang’ could they

really hear fireworks or was it their imagination, after all she had just had the most perfect kiss of her life…

As they turned they saw the most magnificent fireworks, it was the cities Christmas part and the reason they had agreed to meet in town. He wrapped his coat around her shivering shoulders and took hold of her hand as they walked towards the celebrations.

She had never felt so happy in her life, she knew that he was the one after only a few weeks of talking, they laughed at the same things, they had the same taste in music and enjoyed the same hobbies..

As they walked hand in hand through the streets she could not help smiling to herself and through the corner of her eye she could see him looking at her and smiling, she squeezed his hand and he pulled her to a stop, pulling her close and kissing her, parting her lips with his tongue as he kissed her deeply and lovingly.

They were now in the centre of town watching the firework display with their arms around each other occasionally staring shaved mature pussy gallery
deeply into each other’s eyes…As the display drew to a close they wandered around the various stalls, buying candyfloss and playing the games as though they were 2 lovesick teenagers. As it came time for the celebrations to end, they wandered off hand in hand towards the car park. As they reached the car they pulled each other close and kissed and kissed, they were on their way back to Jo’s house when Kev went to change gears, accidentally brushing Jo’s thigh.. She couldn’t help wondering whether it really was an accident but the one thing she did know was that his touch sent shivers down her spine and she could feel herself becoming rather moist.

As they pulled up and entered the house Jo immediately dragged him upstairs, she had never felt the way he made her feel and she wanted him so badly it hurt…She kicked off her shoes and turned on the dim lights to reveal a romantic glow in the room…as she began to hug him she unbuttoned his shirt and slid her arms down his to pull the shirt off, her fingertips stroking his arm gently.. He responded by unbuttoning her blouse and gently running his fingers down her chest and onto her tummy, which made he wriggle with delight, he pulled her close feeling her breasts pressing against his chest as he stroked her back gently, paying particular attention to the small of her back as her sighing gave him the distinct impression that she enjoyed this very much.

He soon reached down and unfastened her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing her skimpy silky panties, which were starting to get very wet.

He pushed her backwards onto the bed and knelt down at the side of the bed, he pushed her panties to one side with his fingers and began to stroke her pussy, occasionally tickling her clit to make her moan loudly, as she became wetter he pushed one finger inside her which only made her moan louder…God she was going to cum already if he carried on like this, Kev also realised that this was the case and began to pump his finger in and out, before adding a second finger, his shaved mature pussy gallery
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When the orgasm finally subsided she sat up and pulled his trousers to the floor followed by his boxers leaving his very large hard cock standing to attention in front of her…as she stood up to pull him close she dropped her own panties to the floor and began stroking his back and running her fingers through his hair …as he had told her on one of their many late night chats that this was a real turn on for him.

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A fat black old woman story: I should have known better.
Yes, I should have known better going into that dark, desolate alley by evening, just to take a shortcut home. It was stupid because the save way home was just a 10 minutes longer walk. But sometimes I don’t understand myself and do such stupid […]

A fat black old woman story: I should have known better.

Yes, I should have known better going into that dark, desolate alley by evening, just to take a shortcut home. It was stupid because the save way home was just a 10 minutes longer walk. But sometimes I don’t understand myself and do such stupid things like this. And this is the result, an fat black woman of 63, standing here with mixed emotions in that dark, desolate alley, her blouse unbuttoned, her large boobs hanging out of her big bra, her skirt around her ankles, her underpants torn and sperm of two horny young white men dripping out of her fat black pussy. And what’s more shaming was my behaviour in this. Let me tell you about it.

I have a good life. Being a widow for 14 years I managed, after my husband passed away, to pick up life again. For a few years I’m retired now and enjoyed the days because I’m busy enough with my hobbies. What’s disastrous for my weight is my cooking hobby; I’m fond of cooking and tried every recipe of the ma

ny cooking books I have. It made me today a big fat woman over 300 pounds. I don’t care for it anymore, as my condition still is good.

That evening I had visited an acquaintance of mine. It was an entertaining evening and we had a lot to talk because we hadn’t seen each other for quite a while. Because it was a nice summer evening I didn’t take the car but went on foot to her. That’s the reason I drank some glasses of wine, enough to feel pleasantly, too little to feel drunk. I was thankful I hadn’t take the car home, for that I drank too many. It was almost eleven o’clock that evening and although the acquaintance offered me to bring me home, because of the fine weather I preferred to walk home. For me it’s a three quarter walk, I’m a slow walker.

It must have been the wine that befogged my mind because after twenty minutes I became a bit tired when I came along that alley. I was warned not to go in there by evening because it’s dark and desolated. Only store houses there. But it was a 10 minutes shorter walk and I went into it.

It was indeed dark and desolated; the further I went in, the darker it got. There was no light of lamppost in there. I hesitated if I should go back but I was almost halfway and went on.

Then I heard footsteps in front of me and I became frightened. I turned around and hurried back. I realized it was stupid and of no use trying to get out of that dark, desolate alley. I’m not fast enough because of my old fat overweight body. The footsteps came quickly nearer and soon I was press with my back against one of the storehouses.

I felt a knife dabbing against my throat and I heard a voice sis: “Give us your money or you never leave this alley alive!”

I gave a cry and stammered that I hadn’t any money on me. I cried: “Please, let me go! I’m an old woman!”

“An old fat bitch, you mean. Do you have anything of value with you?” the one with the knife snarled. I shook my head.

“And what is that?” I heard again, “Two nice golden rings?”

“Oh, no!” I begged, “Please, it’s my wedding ring and the wedding ring of my late husband. Please, take anything but not them!”

I was desperate looking up and saw two skinny young white boys in front of me. I estimated them around twenty. I tried to persuade them to let me go by telling them they have a mother and a grandmother too, but it didn’t help.

The one with the knife was grinning. “We do have something, don’t we?” Still with the knife against my throat the one young white boy pressed his body against my fat big old body. He began to make certain moves against it. I felt a swelling pressing against my big round belly. I became really frightened.

“Oh no, not that!” I cried in a despair.

“If you want to get out of this alley, no more word and do as we want you to do!” I heard him say.

While continues his movements he began to unbutton my blouse. I felt two hands shoving into my big bra, lifting my large black boobs out of it. The one young white boy let loose of them and they dangled freely outside my blouse now. I didn’t dare to say a word.

“That’s what I call a pair of tits!” I heard the young white boy say. With both hands he weighted my left large boob and began to knee it.

“Hey,” he said to the other young white boy, “You’ve got to feel this. It’s great!”

The other stepped in front of me, grabbed my other large black boob, and began to knee it also. I still didn’t dare to say anything and cried. Now both of the horny young boys were pushing their swelling against my big round belly. Soon the two young white boys began to suck on my nipples. It was a long time ago someone had sucked my nipples and in spite of all my fear I notified they became hard.

Pushing me down the two young white boys forced me on my knees. I heard the unzipping of their pants and then I was looking at two hard dicks. The look very impressive from near and I became frighten more.

“Do them!” I heard the one with the knife said. I wanted to protest but looking up I saw on his face he mend what he said.

Desperate I grabbed both hard dicks and began to massage them, hoping they both soon have their relief and I could go home.

If it wasn’t strange enough after years holding a hard dick in my hand, I now was sitting on my knees in front of the horny free mature sex stories
young boys and holding two in both! I saw they had different ones. As one looked pretty large, the other had a short thick one.

Despite of all my fright I felt a little aroused and with a curious interest I followed the movements of my hands around the two hard dicks. It was hard to concentrate on both hard ones so I was busier with the one of the young white boy with the large one. As I moved my hand quicker up and down, I felt his stiffness increase and scared up when suddenly he gave a shout and began to squirt his load over my face. I let loose of both dicks and I didn’t know why but I began to cry.

“I’m not done yet,” the other young white boy snarled. I wiped the sperm with my hand off of my face, grabbed the short thick dick of the boy, and began to pull it off as quick as I could.

Within the minute I felt a second load squirting upon my face.

I wiped it off again and cried frightened: “Please, can I go home now?”

“You made our dicks dirty. Clean it now!” I heard the one with the knife said.

I was flustered and made preparation the wipe their dicks off with a piece of my blouse.

“No, use your mouth!” the young white boy ordered me.

“Oh no, I can’t do that.” I cried.

Before I knew it I felt the knife dabbing against my throat again. I knew I had to do what they belong if I wanted to get save home. I grabbed the half erected dick of the young boy with the knife and carefully I touched it with the tip of my tongue. I tasted the warm, spicy cream and it had a special smell too.

A pressure on my head prods me to use more of my tongue. I was now licking all over it. And as I was licking, it grew. As I was done licking the shaft clean I began to lick the head of this young white boys swollen dick.

Despite of my fright I felt an arousing inside me again. I opened my mouth and sucked the head inside of it.

Can you imagine, a fat retired overweight black woman like me, sitting on her knees in a dark, desolated alley, sucking on a young white boy’s hard on. My arousing increased and forgetting the circumstance I was in I attentively began to move my head up and down, now harder sucking on his hard one. I heard the young white boy groan.

“The old fat bitch is beginning to like It.” the other young white boy grinned.

“Yeah, I think so too!” the one with the knife replied.

I felt the tension of the hard dick in my mouth grew as I sucked it with all the energy I had. I grabbed with both hands his upper legs so I had some more balance. My head was moving faster now and by his groaning I notified he soon would come. I began to suck harder now and hold still when I felt his load squirt into my mouth.

I waited until he was finished; my mouth was brimming full. As he redraws, I spitted the most of it next to me on the ground.

The other young white boy now was impatient standing before me, pressing his short thick dick against my mouth. I licked the sperm of it and took the head in my mouth. I began to move my head forward, sucking his horny hard on entirely into my mouth. I softly putted my teeth at his shaft, pulling my head backwards. I gave it a firm suck then and repeated it. I felt it swollen more by each time I did this.

This hard on felt very nice in my mouth. Because it was thick and short, my mouth was pretty filled with it because I could take it completely into it. I could feel the head almost pricking against my throat.

It may be strange, but I was so busy sucking on his thick hard on that I forgot in what kind of circumstances I was. It fascinated me, that horny young firm dick in my mouth.

I came back to reality when he draws his hard dick out of my mouth. The young white boy forced me to stand up. As I did I was pushed against the wall of the storehouse and he grabbed under my skirt and squeezed through my underpants the front of my old fat pussy.

“Please, don’t.” I protested.

Again the knife of the other young white boy was dabbing at my throat. I now was certain I was defenceless and had to give in to their horny desires. The young white boy ordered me to loosen my skirt; I unbutton it and unzipped it. He pulled it down until my skirt was wrapped around my ankles.

Then I felt the cold steel of the knife between my underpants and the skin of my fat black pussy. With one short cut he tore my underpants with the knife. I held my breath as I felt a few fingers between my fat old black pussy lips slid, wriggling them.

The fingers felt soft and warm. I felt one finger slid inside my old fat black pussy, pumping in and out. I couldn’t help it, but it awakened an exiting feeling at me. I hadn’t felt such feeling for a very long time. I began to moan. The finger began to move some faster and I felt the thumb of the young white boy fondle the swollen knob of my fat old black pussy. My moaning became groaning now.

The other young white boy grabbed both my big black boobs and began to suck one of my large nipples. It was breathtaking, one massaging and sucking my big black boobs, the other one busy with my fat old black pussy.

My mind wasn’t able to be aware of situation I was in; I only felt aroused by those two horny young boys and in a mindless ecstasy I was completely swept in it. I leaned some further against the wall of the storehouse and spread out my massive black legs some more apart to free mature sex stories
made the pumping finger inside my old fat black pussy more accessible. My breath became heavier and I felt the tensing grow inside of me. My old fat black pussy was very hot now and I began to tremble. I let it happen.

I gave a loud cry when I felt my hot fluid stream. I leaned now with both hands on one of the young white boy when I completely gave my orgasm free of charge. I sobbed during it, that intense was this long forgotten marvellous experience.

I didn’t protest when the young white boy, which I was leaning at, lifted one massive black leg of my. Oh no, shameless I did cooperate when he pushed the thick head of his short hard on against my old fat black wet pussy lips. I leaned against the wall of the storehouse again, lifting my massive black leg some wider to gave him access.

I wanted him to do so. I wanted him to put his young, horny short thick dick inside me.

I was in such an arouse that I almost was thankful when I felt the thick head of his hard on slid between my wet old fat black pussy lips. I remember grabbing both his buttocks with my hands, pushing his horny thick dick between my mighty black thighs.

Now his hard dick was completely inside my fat old black pussy; it felt really fantastic. Just the feeling that I, a heavily overweight black old woman of 63, penetrated by a horny young white hard dick, took me far from reality. I shamelessly began to move my abdomen, enjoying contented the pumping of the horny young white boy’s dick between my old fat black pussy lips.

Each time he pushed forwards, I tugged his buttocks with a short firm push against my big round fat black belly. Each time an impudent groan escaped from my mouth as I felt his short thick pressed complete inside my old fat black pussy.

The horny young white boy was holding both hands on my big broad hips and was groaning also each time he penetrated me deeply. We were moving faster and faster. My old fat black pussy was pretty moist now and the pumping inside of me gave exciting noises.

A last powerful thrust of the horny young white boy stopped; I felt his energetic hot sperm shot into my old fat black pussy. Groaning I received it with unashamed satisfaction, that was my lust for that moment.

The horny young white boy redraws from me and I stayed a while in the same position, relish that strong exiting feeling I got.

I was forgotten the other young white boy until I felt his horny skinny white body pressing against me. Before I knew it, he pressed his large hard dick against my old wet fat black pussy lips.

Still far from this earth and not really aware the circumstances I was in, I almost automatically spread my big mighty legs some further apart to receive the second hard dick inside my shameless old fat black pussy.

One powerful push filled me completely.

This one felt different. As the other horny young white dick stretched my old fat black pussy by it’s thickness, this one reached a spot inside it I hadn’t had felt before.

I was completely swept away by this prodigious affect and I strongly grabbed the horny young white boy by the hips, shameless pushing him against my big round black belly to get his astonishing large hard one deep inside me to feel it over and over again. I groaned loudly each time I felt it tap against that spot inside my old fat black pussy.

I became unabashed horny and my old fat black pussy was sure on fire now. I had nothing else in mind then feel the horny young white boy’s remarkable hard dick pumping me, poking against that exiting spot inside me.

I shameless cried out as I felt that explosion inside me. An immense shiver took possession of me when I had my broiling orgasm. I desperate clamped the horny young white boy who was uninterrupted still pumping my ejaculated old fat black pussy.

I had this irrepressible desire to receive his seed in me; as to complete this extremely vigorous experience I had.

I shameless encouraged the horny young white boy. “Shoot!” I cried, “Shoot your load!”

He was really fast pumping my old fat black pussy now and with a kind of contentment I groaned with him as he gushed his sperm inside my satisfied old fat black pussy. I was content now and really not aware were I was.

Vaguely I felt the horny young boy’s large dick redraw out of my filled old fat black pussy. It seemed from far away I heard both young white boys’ laugh.

One laughed: “I really think we did this old fat bitch a big favour.”

“Yeah”, the other responded: “we really did. Hey, old fat bitch, we’re next week same time here again if you want some more!”

I hardly heard the two young white boys leave and they were gone before I became aware were I was.

Here I stood, an old fat black woman of 63, standing here with mixed emotions in that dark, desolate alley. Her large boobs hanging out of her unbuttoned blouse, her skirt around her ankles and her underpants torn. I felt the sperm of the two young white boys dripping out of my old fat black pussy, forming a thick white spore downwards between my obese mighty thighs. Fully aware now of my shameless behaviour.

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Rolling down University Way, Don Adams had to smile. The buzz of a weekend just beginning was evident as the brothers of Pi Alpha Sigma tossed a football in front of their massive Georgian house. Girls approached, and friendly catch became a circus of bravado, shouting, shoving, hey ladies - big party at ol’ Pi […]

Rolling down University Way, Don Adams had to smile. The buzz of a weekend just beginning was evident as the brothers of Pi Alpha Sigma tossed a football in front of their massive Georgian house. Girls approached, and friendly catch became a circus of bravado, shouting, shoving, hey ladies - big party at ol’ Pi Alpha tonight.

Don wove down side roads, at last reaching the parking lot. The weekend exodus had begun, affording him a spot at the end of the first row. Climbing out of his seat, he welcomed the chance to stretch. His daughter had gotten far enough away to make these visits possible, but understandably infrequent. In fact, since the accident…well, it had been a while.

Kenealy Hall - plain brick cube, same as the others. Good thing for the sign. When Don graduated, most of these places were holes surrounded by chain link fence. Back then they didn’t need all this security, he thought, confronted by a card reader at the door. He pondered options - what was Heather’s number again? - when a re

flection in the plate glass suggested a solution. A petite Asian girl struggling under a massive backpack scanned her ID, then held the door ajar. Your hair goes gray, and suddenly you’re harmless.

Entering the lobby, Don heard his accomplice begin a labored trudge up a side stairwell. He turned down a hallway to the south wing, through a pair of swinging doors. Three young men swaggered past him.

“Come on, man, I mean I was sooooooo drunk. How could I know she was-” The doors swung back, ending enlightened discussion. By then, Don had reached his destination: 137. Determined knocks produced no answer, no eye at the peephole. Didn’t she share the suite with three other girls? Maybe he should have called first.

“Hey Mr. A, looking for Heather?”

Coming down the hall was one of his daughter’s roommates, in this case one fresh from the shower. Damp black hair stopped just above her shoulders, and a plain towel outlined an alluring form. It would have been hard enough to recall her name without this distraction. Linda, maybe?

“Hello, uhh…”

“Lisa,” she offered, smiling slightly. “Just got back from practice. Heather didn’t say you’d be coming today.”

“Not until tomorrow, I know. Thought I might surprise her.”

“Well, no need to wait out here,” Lisa said, reaching for a set of keys in her shower basket. She led the way into the common room. “I think she has chem lab until about five-thirty. Should be home shortly.” The voice softened as it disappeared into a free pictures of mature women fucking
bedroom.

The girls had certainly improved the spartan quarters. A vine near the television sent tendrils sprawling around the ceiling and door frames. Next to the cheaply upholstered love seat, tropical fish darted about a small tank. Even actual paintings, far better than the clich?©d posters and tapestries that, actually, that Don had put up in his dorm years ago. One piece caught his attention: a red pillar jutted upwards, lifting a blazing sun. Swollen lips descended to engulf the totem.

“You like it?” Coming from directly behind Don, Lisa’s voice startled him. “Inspired by one of my exes.”

Turning, Don saw that she was still in her towel, but by then she had grabbed the back of his neck and forced their lips together. Shock turned to satisfaction, but a twinge of conscience made him force her away.

“Lisa, I - what the hell are you doing?”

“It’s been a long week, and I’ve got some issues to work out. Besides,” she said, a mischievous smirk turning up one corner of her mouth, “how often do you get to fuck your roommate’s dad?”

I don’t make a habit of it, Don thought, as the temptress led him into a bedroom. No worries, she assured him, Heather used the other room, Sharon was home for the weekend. A shiver coursed through him as she passed a hand over his ring, but he offered no resistance.

“Welcome to my boudoir,” she said, locking the door behind them. Cramped would have been a kind assessment. Two of everything, desk, dresser, bed (lofted), forced into half the space of the living area.

“Now why don’t you just sit down,” Lisa said, shoving him into a desk chair.

Don’s sense of propriety made its last feeble stand. “I really don’t think that…” and his voice failed.

“Then don’t think,” she said, unzipping his fly and pulling the throbbing dick from his jeans. Kneeling in front of him, Lisa stuck out her slender tongue. She slid it up his cock, then wrapped her lips around the head and sucked. Don leaned back, a sigh escaping as her tongue ran back along his length. When Don felt her flick his sack, he looked down, and their eyes locked.

“Mmm,” she moaned, sucking one ball into her mouth. A hand grasped his slick pole, stroking slowly. Don was transfixed, absorbed in her chestnut eyes. It reminded him of the way Ellen had - he shook his head, erasing the thought.

The stare broken, Lisa returned to Don’s shaft. Gripping him at the base, she swallowed him to the back of her throat, stroking her fist up as she withdrew, down as she plunged back onto him, free pictures of mature women fucking
constantly meeting his gaze. The only thing missing, he thought - and then she was fondling his balls.

Don almost complained when he felt the hand leave, but as he watched it slide up her thigh and under the towel, he stifled any objection. It was all too much - caressing him with her mouth, satisfying herself, those eyes - how could she expect him to keep contro-

“Hey Lees, I’m back. You here?” It was Heather’s voice.

Don froze, mid-breath. Lisa’s wide eyes showed the capacity to expand even further. Lifting her head, she responded. “Yeah, just got back myself.”

Floorboards creaked across the common area, into the other bedroom.

Silence, and Lisa smothered Don’s softening member. It wasn’t long before he reached fullness again, and in fluid succession Lisa stood, turned, and let the towel fall. Leaning backward, she welcomed his cock into her.

It had been so long since Don last felt that soft, enveloping warmth. In a mirror on the opposite wall, he witnessed Lisa’s full beauty. Her toned body rocked up and down, forward and back. One hand rose, stroking flawless round breasts, pinching tiny dark nipples. The other fell to a neatly trimmed snatch, massaging her clit. Don could see his thrusts just below her circling fingers.

The voice came back from the next room. “I think I’m gonna grab a quick shower before dinner.”

“I’m right behind you.” Lisa’s rhythm held steady.

“Got plans tonight?”

“I don’t know, we’ll talk at the commons.”

“Alright, see you in a few.” Footsteps and a closing door signaled the return of privacy.

Free from the forced moderation, Lisa grew determined. Breath quickened, strokes increased in ferocity, rubbing became frenzied. As Don savored the intensity, Lisa gasped, her insides convulsing around him. The climactic vibrations proved irresistible.

“Lisa, I’m going to-” his cautionary whisper was cut short.

“It’s okay, just let it go.”

Grunting, Don released into her waiting chamber, and they both stopped, sharing contractions. As the moment passed, Lisa stood and wrapped herself once again in the towel.

“You might want to clean up, too. Left at the end of the hall, second door on the right.” The crooked grin returned. “If you feel like having some more fun this weekend,” she said, scribbling something at her desk, “give my cell a call.” Tossing a note at his feet, she walked out of the room.

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She gazed at me through an undulating haze of acrid cigarette smoke, considering my proposal. The bartender walked by, eyeing our drinks. I waited until he was a couple strides out of earshot. “Had any better offers lately?” I tried to sound casual but it came out forced. Her eyes stayed locked onto mine as […]

She gazed at me through an undulating haze of acrid cigarette smoke, considering my proposal. The bartender walked by, eyeing our drinks. I waited until he was a couple strides out of earshot. “Had any better offers lately?” I tried to sound casual but it came out forced. Her eyes stayed locked onto mine as she crossed her legs in a way that only women can do. The hem of her skirt rode up her thigh; she made no effort to pull it down. Bringing the remains of the cigarette to her lips, she took one long drag, filling her lungs and holding onto that breath like it might be worth something. The crow’s feet around her eyes crinkled, forming little valleys. She pursed her lips and blew a bluish cloud of smoke directly into my face. “Lets go,” Her manicured nails flashed a deep red in the dim light as she mashed the cigarette into the overflowing ashtray.

The band finished their last set as I pushed open the door, holding it, allowing her to walk through. The corners of her mouth raised ever so slightly as

if to say “Ah, what a gentleman.” Her high heels made a sharp clicking sound as she walked down the concrete ramp. My eyes followed the contour of her hips as she strode ahead of me. Her wiggle made me ache. I couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like, feel like under that skirt.

I guided her through the parking lot to my car, my hand around her waist. The humidity of the July evening quickly closed in around us, my hand hot against the silk of her blouse. As I slipped the key into the lock and opened the door, she hesitated. “What’s your name?” “Dan”, I said. She nodded slightly and was quick to say, “I don’t normally do this, you know. Going off with some guy I barely know. I want you to know that,” The words spilled from her mouth in rapid succession. “”Even if they are cute. And young.” She let her eyes wander up and down my body shamelessly.

She was every bit of 50 but had a body that could have passed for 25. Okay, maybe 35. But in my defense scotch and a hard dick have been known to warp a man’s perception.

I reached out and touched her cheek with the backside of my fingers, stroking her softly, running my hand down and around her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her alabaster skin looked almost ghostly pale in the cool glow of the fluorescent street lamp. She leaned into me and our bodies met. The heat from her breasts scorched me, sucking the air out of my lungs. I buried my nose in her hair, pulling in a deep breath tainted with cigarette smoke and expensive perfume.

Her fingers clawed their way up my shoulders as our lips locked. Her tongue stabbed into my mouth hungrily searching for its mate. I matched her passion and we went at each other like caged animals set loose. Twisting my hand into her long dark hair I pulled her lips off mine. Our eyes met. The passion of a thousand nights of loneliness burned in her eyes. I kissed her lightly on the lips and whispered in her ear, “suck me.” She didn’t hesitate. Sitting down in the front seat of my car she pulled at my zipper. I propped my arms on the roof of the car and scanned the parking lot.

When her lips closed around me my knees almost buckled. She attacked me like she had something to prove, forcing my dick down her throat till she choked, backing off a bit and resuming her assault. With one hand wrapped firmly around my thickness and the other cupping my sac her head bobbed up and down, soft hair gently slapping my belly. The rhythm was maddening and quickly pushing me to the edge of oblivion. My fingers bit into the unyielding roof as she quickened her pace, sensing I was ready to bust. busty mature mature blond

Sweat beaded my upper lip as that familiar sensation crawled up the back of my legs, plunged into my ass and exploded out of my cock. I could hear soft sucking sounds and a sweet whimper as I unloaded into her mouth, bucking my hips almost unconsciously as my shaft pulsed with life. The aftershocks rolled sizzled through my muscles as she continued milking me. With my cheek pressed against the cool metal of the car roof I could feel her delicately put me back into my pants and tug the zipper up.

She stood up and kissed me long and hard, her lips slippery with my juice. I could taste the slightly sour flavor of cheap Merlot and come as our tongues met. I kissed her back with a tenderness that surprised me, seemed somehow out of place in the parking lot of a rundown airport bar. “What’s your name?” It seemed a ridiculous thing to say after squirting in her mouth, but I had to know. The neon sign announced in bold lettering BEER, silhouetting her hair against the moonless night, framing her in a soft pink halo. It was the first time I saw her really smile. “Audrey,” she said quietly.

We drove the few blocks to my hotel in silence, lost in our own thoughts and not quite sure what polite conversation should sound like after a quick blowjob.

As I opened the door cool air spilled out, washing over us. She excused herself and stepped into the bathroom. I found my overnight bag and rummaged through it, looking for the condoms and lube. I may be a slut but I’m nothing if not careful.

The etiquette of a one-night stand always seems to elude me. Somebody should write a book. Should I undress or wait for her? Maybe just strip down to my jockeys. Do we talk first, get to know each other (What do you do for a living? That’s nice. I’m in finance. Can I fuck your ass now?) or do we get straight down to business? Stepping out of the bathroom she answered my question for me.

Her breasts were large and swayed slightly, shaped like a teardrop and locked in a losing battle with gravity. Tiny pink nipples stood at attention with just a hint of aureole. Long dark hair fell across her bare shoulders. She had the hips of a woman that had had children, wide and flaring, the hip bones prominent.

I had been mistaken; she didn’t have the body of a 25-year-old. Her flesh was too lush, held too many secrets, told of too many nights of passion. She had a richness about her that could not be had in a mere 25 years.

Her legs crossed one another as she stood in the doorway, framing her rich black pubic hair like a tiny triangular treasure. I approached. Our bodies touched and I pulled her against me. Her breath came quick, as did mine. My clothes felt impossibly confining, restraining my need for her.

Her lips sliced a liquid path down my neck and into the hair of my chest, nimble fingers working efficiently to remove my shirt. My hands joined in the task, ripping open the last few buttons binding the shirt to my body. Audrey dropped to her knees and pressed her lips to the soft skin of my belly as she tugged at my belt. I could feel her nails bite into my flesh as she slid her hands into the waistband of my shorts and exposed me. I stood at attention, hard and inches from her lips.

Wrapping both hands around my rigid shaft she looked up into my eyes. A mischievous grin pulled at the corners of her lips. “Did it feel good when you came in my mouth?” Her voice was buttery smooth and husky with sex. Her grip tightened, she lightly flicked the head of my manhood; my balls tightened. I desperately fought for a sexy reply but all I could muster was a guttural “fuck yeah.” I was seconds away from balling my busty mature mature blond
fists up in her hair and forcing my cock down her throat.

She stood and pulled me to the bed. We collapsed in a heap of intertwining limbs and straining muscles. My lips found her breast. My fingers found her sex. She was wet with need as I slipped two fingers inside her

I rolled on top of her, pushing her legs apart with my knees, opening her up. Following a trail of kisses down her body, I discovered her swollen lips, parting them with my tongue. She ran her fingers through my hair as I explored the folds of her wetness, nibbling here, sucking there. Her grip grew firm against the back of my head, urging me on. My tongue moved faster, sliding up and down the length of her inner lips. I could feel her need as she wrapped her thighs tightly around my head. I hooked my hands around the tops of her thighs, locking her into position as I devoured her sweetness.

Her cries became needful as she approached the abyss. I wet one finger in our copious juices and pushed it against the tight ring of her ass. She yielded to me and I plunged in to the knuckle. I heard her gasp and felt her ass lock down on the invading finger. My lips and tongue continued their ministrations as I worked the finger in and out of her bottom. The muscles of her thighs hummed like the strings of a violin being played by a master musician. I could feel her going over the edge as her cries merged into one long howl. She rocked her hips against me and I rode her into orgasm.

As the echoes of her ecstasy subsided I lay atop her and we kissed, my lips and chin wet with saliva and her juices. I could feel my hardness pressed against her pussy, the rational part of my brain warning not to go any farther without protection. Bringing her legs up around my waist I could feel her heels dig into my back, urging me into her. I fought the almost overwhelming desire to plunge into her but I felt my willpower collapse as she cried into my ear, “Oh God, fuck me!” Whatever restraint I thought I had was overpowered by primal lust. She yielded easily and I went balls deep, my breath catching in my throat as her heat enveloped me.

We thrashed on the hard hotel mattress, our cries mingling into a steady stream of passionate profanity. FuckyesshitharderGodfuckuhuhuh deepbabyfuckyesshit! My awareness dimmed, nothing existed beyond the confines of that bed. Her breathing became labored, ragged; nails digging into my back. She shrieked into my ear, “I’m gonna come!” I cradled her head in my hands and thrust into her with all the power I could muster. With eyes squeezed shut and lips pulled back in a silent scream she came like a freight train. I held her tight as she twisted and bucked against me, her body writhing like electricity coursed through her veins. Her chest and cheeks flushed pink.

I was impossibly hard, swollen to the point of pain and buried inside her. I withdrew and slid up the bed. She swallowed me whole, pulling me into her. With her soft hair twisted into my grasp I slid my hardness in and out of her mouth. My tempo quickened and my scrotum began to tingle, sensing the impending orgasm. And for the second time that night she swallowed my seed.

I watched the planes touch down through the floor-to-ceiling safety glass windows of the airport. If I listened hard enough I could hear the shriek as the wheels met the tarmac. I shuffled almost continuously in the hard plastic seat of the waiting area, scarcely aware of the commotion of the crowd. My thoughts drifted aimlessly, wandering disconnectedly through the passion of the previous evening, now a thousand years in the past. For a moment I could almost picture her sweet face. And I busty mature mature blond
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FOREWORD
The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people. This story should read well alone, but…
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The following chapter is part of a single novel length story relating a journey of awakenings, discovery, and growth involving a small group of people. This story should read well alone, but…

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Chapter 59: An Oldie, But A Goodie!

Like most farmers, Wayne Troutman especially appreciated the mild summer evening. Leaves softly rustled on the nearby trees as he neared their small stable. Being early evening, the moon had the appearance of huge orange as it rose low on the horizon. Bright as it was, inside the small barn it was pitch black. The Oak trees, which kept the stable cool during the day, completely filtered out the weak lunar lighting.

Pausing at the doorway, Wayne listened for an unlikely clue about who might be waiting for him. Straining his ears wasn’t helping, he soon knew he’d have no auditory leads. Blaze and Salute were munching noisily on their hay. Their wanderings within their stalls caused the pine shavings, which they used for bedding, to make shushing sounds like a mild surf rolling to shore.

Gradually his eyes adjusted to the dark interior, he could just make out the short bench a dozen feet down the wide aisle. Strolling over, Wayne sat, then removed his leather boots. Proceeding to slowly disrobe, his mind continued to be intrigued by Beth’s mysterious instructions this morning.

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course, for an old man, you are kinda sexy. Apparently someone is hoping you’ll have the energy for some stud service tonight. Matter of fact, if you have the where-with-all to be at the stable at exactly 9PM someone will be waiting for the best stallion on the farm to saunter into the stall past Blaze’s. However, there are strings attached! Whoever is there will be naked, on all fours, and ready to be mounted. You can’t turn on any lights.”

“It’ll be pretty dark, you’ll have to find your ‘objective’ by feeling around. You can only grab her hips! No feeling around for clues to who your lover ‘de jour’ is. Then you may ride your filly as hard as you please. When your stud services are finished, you must dress, leave, then go to your bedroom for a shower. Any attempted at finding out where either Lynn or I are will have future consequences that you won’t be happy about. Deal?”

Since the girls knew his wife had sexually ‘gone out of business’ years ago, only one word was remotely an option for Wayne. “Deal!”

Despite a typical long, hard day’s work, Wayne had trouble getting his boxers off. Certainly, the quick hot shower after dinner had revived him somewhat thank goodness. Knowing a sexy, tight teenaged body was presumably in the dark stall just a few feet away already had him fully erect.

Fully naked, Wayne stroked his shaft. Seminal fluid quickly emerged coating the swollen glans. Was it Beth? Was Lynn the mystery lover whose backside would be raised and ready for his penetration? Rising to his feet, the now ‘horny as hell’ farmer hoped ’she’ was ready because he sure as shooting was!

More eager than he’d admit, Wayne rapidly strode the short distance to the unlatched stall door. Damn it WAS dark in there. Nearby he could just discern the boundary between the dark stained wooden walls and the fresh cream-colored wood shaving on the floor. Could he see a hint of the upraised naked female tush, or was his mind just filling in the pieces. Unsure, Wayne bent at the waist, then took baby steps ahead. Using his hands like a blind man who’d lost his cane in an unfamiliar room, Wayne groped for the nearly invisible female before him.

At last his fingers felt the silky warmth of a taut female buttocks. Carefully he knelt. Creeping ahead on his knees, Wayne soon felt himself to be in roughly the position he’d need for his impending rear entry. Callused fingers sought the slick opening between the firm cheeks. Indeed she was moist and slippery. book bible testament older mature old women
Unable to resist the urge, one, two, then three fingers worked into the breathtakingly erotic sheath. Wayne explored the invisible pink flesh until his penis demanded to trade places with the delighted digits.

Using his left thumb as a signpost to her unseen opening, his left hand gripped her left butt cheek. Gripping his shaft with his right hand, Wayne guided his swollen crown along his thumb. Soon his erection was sinking into the warm perfection of his lover’s pussy. Dear sweet Lord she felt wonderful.

Determined as he was to make this last, without realizing it, Wayne was already pounding into the firm buns of his mute mistress. Summoning his self-control, Wayne slackened his pace. Yet within two minutes the frenetic pace had returned. Gripping her hips as if his life depended upon it, Wayne accepted the inevitable; he was heading into the home stretch.

Allowing his head to droop, he savored the tinglings and tighenings around his groin. Sperm was on the move; his ejaculation was building…building… building. The bellow Wayne sounded was loud enough that even the horses reacted to it with knickers amongst themselves. If his unseen partner made any utterances, Wayne’s own groans drowned them out. Perhaps it was the pitch blackness of their love nest, but Wayne felt the pulsing of his semen as it freely flowed into the tight pussy gripping his cock more intensely than he could ever recall.

The hips Wayne was buried in begged him for every drop he had to give. They still pleaded long after his final contribution had passed into her body. Neither lover seemed inclined to quit, but eventually the pair both sagged from exhaustion and recognition that their union was completed.

Finding the will power to stand then leave without speaking as he’d promised proved even more difficult to summon than expected. Lord above, she’d been magnificent. To simply come and go without knowing who had made him feel such bliss seemed remarkably…impolite? But it was the girl’s game, and Wayne loved what happened when he followed the rules!

As he dressed, he could hear tiny stirrings as someone no doubt also dressed within the dark stall. Electing to torture himself no further, Wayne swaggered out of the barn for the house with the special gait of a man who has just been laid!

Pedaling home Carly thought to herself for the umpteenth time, “Beth was right. The boys are great, but a mature man is something truly special!”

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My name is Carlos; I’m 45 years old, born and raised in the San Fernando Valley. I’ve been married but divorced now and living alone with no kids. I want to tell my story. I’ve pretty much kept to myself since I got divorced. The old lady and me still get along but the love […]

My name is Carlos; I’m 45 years old, born and raised in the San Fernando Valley. I’ve been married but divorced now and living alone with no kids. I want to tell my story. I’ve pretty much kept to myself since I got divorced. The old lady and me still get along but the love has gone. Guess that are why we split from each other. I have not had very much experience with women outside of my race though I have dated black ladies. I have never been with a white woman; I have never been with a blond. I own a small landscaping company that also doubles as a lawn care service. I like being outside in the sun. My skin is tanned a deep brown, I’m built ok but I’m no Arnold, I have a slight pouch, maybe from the beer I drink. I don’t think I’m that bad to look at though.

My crew and I were working one day on the West End of the valley at a new construction site when all of a sudden a blond lady walked out of the building. She was not a young girl; she must have been about thirty years old. Still a lot younger

than most women I look at. She was the architect for the building site. As it happen she wanted to go over the designs for the landscaping so she had to talk to me. Now this is the first time I ever had any dealings with a white woman for business or anything else for that matter. But as she talked I found out she was no airhead she knew what she wanted and made no bones about it. She struck me as a strong and independent person. We hit it off right away. As it turned out there were some things that needed to be gone over so she asked me to meet her in her office after work.

Her office was on the sixth floor of a new building in south end of the valley a very expensive area. As I entered I notice that there was no one else on the floor. Her office was toward the rear of the floor and I made my way to it. I knocked on the door and I heard a voice yell for me to come on in. She was at a large drafting table with plans spread all over it. She asked me to come close and check on the things she had changed. As I got close to her I could smell her perfume it filled my nose with a sweet smell. It was then that I noticed her blouse was unbuttoned a few buttons down from the top, showing some nice cleavage. This lady had class. I pulled my self together and studied the plans although my mind was not really on it. When we had finished she stood up straight and I really got a good look at her. She must have been about 5′8″ or 9″with legs went up to her neck. Her bust was a lot bigger than I had first thought, long blond hair that hung down over her shoulders, eyes so blue you could drown yourself in them. This woman was beautiful; with the work done she smiled at me and asked if I would like a drink.

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moved over to a bar at the other side of the room. When she moved it, was like she glided over to it. Her movements were like poetry in motion. Her breasts kind of bounced up and down as she moved but they didn’t jiggled just bounced. It was then that I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. My eyes glanced them over as she handed me the drink. I guess she saw my eyes and asked me if I liked what I saw? That caught me by surprise. I told her; yes she was a very good-looking lady and very pleasing to the eyes. She just smiled at me and came up against me. She was close enough to feel my heart beating. Her eyes met mine and the next thing I knew her lips were pressing against mine. Her tongue enters my mouth and dances around my tongue. Causing me to get more than just a little excited. I could feel my member getting aroused. I pulled her to me holding her tight against my chest. My arms enveloped her, squeezing her even more tightly.

I knew that she could feel my hardening member pushing into her thighs. She parted her legs and ground against my ever-growing cock. She ground her hips against my now hard cock like a stripper moves her hips.

Her lips still on mine I reached to unbutton her blouse. Her breasts spill into my waiting hand. Her nipples were a bright pink with a darker 2-inch areola. Her nipples harden to points as my fingers rolled over them and pinched them. I had to taste them, I broke away from her lips and I bent down to take at least one in my mouth. Her head went back as my mouth inhaled her nipple. Her hand on the back of my head fingers in my hair, my tongue circling her nipple. I sucked and mouthed it to a hard pleasure point. My hand dropped down to the top of her skirt. I edged it under her belt line and panties to feel her warming pussy. She was as wet as can be, and hot to the touch. My finger entered her pussy to feel her clit sticking out like a ridged mast. With my thumb on her clit and my middle finger inside her. She started to shake and shiver. She was on the brink of having an orgasm. With a few more motions of my hand she let out a muffled moan and came on my hand. I never felt a woman cum like the way she did. I could feel her wetness flowing over my hand making it all gooey.

It only took a second and her clothes were on the floor in a rumbled pile. I quickly pulled off my clothes. I pushed her down on the plush carpet that covered her office. I position myself between her legs and I bent down to taste her canyon of joy. Her legs moved themselves over my shoulders as I stuck my tongue into her pussy. With my hands holding her ass my mouth went down on her pussy. I licked the sides of her pussy, kissed her thighs then back to her pussy once again. I pushed my tongue deep in her free mature porn thumbnails
quivering crevasse. Sucking and licking all that I could reach. Her clit fell into my mouth like it belongs there. My tongue making circles around it. It only took a minute but this woman was ready to cum again! I could feel her body as it tighten and could see her toes point, I knew she was having another orgasm! All this and I haven’t even entered her yet.

As she calmed down I moved up her body. I first made a stop at her breasts, where I sucked on her nipples once again and fondled her breasts. My head went from one breast to the other. All this time other than the first words she said to me, she hadn’t said a thing. She began to mumble something. As I slowed my actions on her breasts I could hear her say in a low voice, “fuck me, fuck me please.”

I had a vasectomy when I was young and was not worried about the consequences of making love to her. I slowly pushed my cock against her wet pussy. Not entering but rubbing the sides and outside surface of it. With my hand I moved my cock up and down her pink and quivering pussy. I placed the head at her honey pot and pushed, my cock entered her ever so slow. Her pussy was very tight and pulled at my cock as it went in. I pushed as hard as I could until my groin came against her blond bush. Our hairs mingle and intertwine as I was as far inside her as I could get. I pull back only to push forward again. Her legs crossed themselves on my back and pulled me back into her as I pulled out. It was like she didn’t want me to pull out.

We got into a cycle and were soon bucking like a pair of horses. In and out, it went on for what seem like hours. But I know, in real time it may have only been a few minutes. I was on the brink of having an orgasm. I could tell by the faces she was making that she was close too. A few more pushes and I plunged as deep as I could go. I stopped??¦she raised her hips up to match my plunge and with body shaking she started to cum all the time crying out “oh God, oh God.” With that I came. It seem like my cock was spewing out a gallon of cum. It went inside her and spilled back out over my cock. After my first ejaculation I continued to pump my cock in and out of her hot pussy until I started to get limp. Her pussy was still sucking on my cock even as it became flaccid. I collapsed at her side, out of breath and gasping for air.

I had just had one of the best fuck sessions I had ever had. And you know I didn’t even know her name! As I got my breath back I looked over at her and said, “Hi, my name is Carlos glad to meet you.” At that she turned and laughed, ” Hi, my name is Tiffany glad to meet you too.”

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I woke up early the next morning and started my usual routine. I can’t imagine why, but I forgot that the girls were visiting, so I neglected to wear anything besides my boxer shorts up […]

This is the continuing story of Mitchell. To find out what got him to this point, please read the first chapter.

I woke up early the next morning and started my usual routine. I can’t imagine why, but I forgot that the girls were visiting, so I neglected to wear anything besides my boxer shorts up to breakfast. I grabbed a loaf of bread and started some toast. As I was starting the coffee I heard the bouncing steps of my daughter coming down the stairs and the previous night came flooding back to me, and to my groin. I pressed it into the counter in the hopes of stemming its lift.

“Morning Daddy! What’s for breakfast? I’m starved!” She came up to my side and planted a kiss on my cheek.

“Morning Sarah. So far, I have toast. Anything more, you’ll have to wait for Branwin to get here, but I can manage coffee.” I took my time measuring out the grounds, as I didn’t think I could turn around just yet, but I knew that I should throw some more clothes on before Anika came down to join us. The last

thing I needed was for her to see me this way.

“Sweetie, why don’t you finish this and I’ll go get dressed.”

I virtually ran out of the kitchen before she could answer me. I closed my bedroom door and leaned against it for a moment relishing the feeling of arousal. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to behave myself around Anika, but I was damn sure going to try. I knew that I shouldn’t make advances on my daughter’s school friend, no matter how much I wanted too. What was driving me crazy was the way she carried herself. Anika appeared to have control over everything around her. She was the image of cool assurance. The more I thought about her the more I wanted her. “She probably does this to all the men in her life” I mused.

I sat on the step and looked down at my throbbing erection. I had to get this thing back down. I went through all the mental images that would usually kill it and they weren’t working. My mind kept straying to last night, how Anika had waked away from the car. I dwelled on the way that tight ass of hers swayed ever so slightly as she clicked her way along the path to the door: the taught muscles of her calves as she took each step. My hand made its way to the inside of my boxers. I freeze framed my mental re-run on her taking the first step up to the door, and stroked my hand quickly along my cock. I must have been much more aroused than I thought, because after only a minute or two, I felt the stirrings of orgasm rush though me. I held my breath to stifle my groaning so Sarah wouldn’t hear. As the euphoria wore off, I hung my head, panting, and looked at the stairs. “Ah shit.” I was going to have to clean this mess up fast. I took off my boxers and used them to wipe up the ropes of come that were sliding their way down the wood steps.

I managed to clear away the evidence as best as I could, went to clean myself off and to get some clothes on. As I stood in the closet I realised that I was choosing the apparel I would normally wear when I wanted to go out and pick up women. A snug, light knit sweater, in just the right cut to show off my upper body, a pair of black Dockers, and my Bacci loafers. I had even put on some Old Spice. “What the hell? It’s true, admit it Mitchell,” I told myself. “You want this girl more than you’ve lusted after any other woman. Just go for it.” With new resolve I got dressed. I wasn’t going to let Anika fluster me any more. I was going to be the man I knew I was. The charmer, the seducer, and the ladies man my colleagues told me they wish they could be. She wasn’t going to be the one in control any more.

I took much longer in my room than I had thought, for when I got to the kitchen, the girls were at the table chatting with the Branwin, the cook, over cups of coffee. The remains of a quick breakfast were piled next to the sink waiting to be washed.

“Good morning Mr. Mitchell.”

“Guten morgen Mitchell.”

“Morning all. Are we ready for our spree?” I smiled conspiratorially. “Branwin, I doubt we will be home for lunch, so perhaps just a light dinner for this evening. I’m not sure when we will be getting back.”

“Of course Mr. Mitchell.” I liked Branwin. She was always on time and always courteous. Tack onto that a splendid cook. She had been working for me for years and not once did she displease me. She’d seen her share of my life, and despite her somewhat advanced age she never looked at me disapprovingly, nor once let out anything past the walls of the house. She had my full trust.

“Ladies, shall we?” I made a sweeping gesture with my arm and the girls got up from the table. Had I not come back upstairs with my new frame of mind, then I would never have been able to make it out the door when I saw Anika’s outfit. She had on a very tight black skirt that flared at the knees and a lavender blouse that fit her curves with such precision that it must have been tailor made. A pair of sling back heels completed the ensemble and all in all made her look every bit the sophisticated European. Sarah by comparison looked very North American in her jeans and pullover, but very comfortable, and very lovely. She was my baby girl; she would always be beautiful to me.

We got into the car and drove to town with both Anika and my daughter in the backseat. What little historical information there was about our small burg I gave them, but for the most part we were a relatively new town, so I tried to make everything as interesting as possible. I did much the same for the clients who wanted a tour so I was reciting most of my repertoire from memory. I knew that the mall would be empty this early in the day but I wanted to go to the independent stores first. I tried to shop there as often as possible. I disliked the mall atmosphere and I figured Anika would prefer to see more of the town then just the florescent trappings of commercialism. I parked the car at the top of the street and fed the meter.

“So ladies, shall we start here and work our way down?” I was feeling more like myself. I knew I could handle this excursion. It would even give me some idea as to what pleased Anika. If I knew some more of her tastes then I was sure that I could win her over later. Just like that, the anxiety she stirred in me was gone, and the assured male was taking over.

“Sounds good Daddy. Oh Anika you’ll love these stores. It’s not quite what we have back home but mature free creampie pictures
it’s close enough.”

“I am sure they will be lovely. Do not worry so much. So long as I can find something unique then I do not much care where I buy it.” Well that was interesting. But then my mind registered what Sarah had said. ‘Back home.’ Didn’t she think of this as home any more? I was crushed. Maybe I was reading too much into the statement, but it hurt none the less. I couldn’t let the comment ruin what little time we had together, so I held my tongue and made a mental note to talk to her about this when Anika wasn’t around.

The morning passed by fairly quickly as I watched the two girls paw through racks of clothing, and parade in and out of the changing area. My budget was taking quite the pounding as my daughter racked up purchase after purchase. Perhaps I was trying to make up for what she said earlier but I couldn’t stop myself from buying her what ever she wanted. Anika seemed pleased with the selection the shops offered, it was hard to tell through her serene exterior, but she didn’t buy very much at all. Eventually they managed to get me to try on a few things in one of the men’s stores. I normally don’t like shopping with company, but I quite enjoyed their reactions to my mock modeling, and it gave me a way to make Anika smile again. Despite my already full wardrobe, I bought a few items that Anika seemed to especially like.

We stopped for lunch in one of the more trendy restaurants the area had to offer. The selection wasn’t that large, but the food was very good. We settled on salads and a rather expensive bottle of Chardonnay. The sommelier raised his eyebrows to me before pouring wine for the girls and I nodded my permission to him. The conversation was as light as the meal and just as delectable. Just after we finished, Anika excused herself from the table and I took the opening to talk to my daughter.

“I don’t mean to pry Sarah, but what did you mean earlier, when you said ‘back home’? Don’t you think of this as home anymore?”

“Oh Daddy of course I do.” I could tell she meant it too. Her eyes gleamed with the beginnings of tears. “This will always be home. But with Mom is home too. Home will be wherever the two of you are. Don’t think it isn’t. It just came out that way ’cause I was talking to Anika.” The tears started to escape down her cheeks.

“Sweetie I’m so sorry. I just thought … I don’t know what I thought. I just love you so much, and since I don’t get to see you nearly as often as I would like I got worried. Please forgive your old man for thinking that way?”

“No forgiveness needed!” She reached over and wrapped her arms around me, and I held onto her tight. For a moment I thought I was going to cry as well.

“I love you Daddy.”

“I love you too Sweetheart.” I kissed the top of her head and pulled back from her. “Come on now, we don’t need every one looking at us.” She giggled and wiped her tears away with her napkin. I felt like a new man. Children can do that to you. Just when you think that they don’t really need you any more they turn around and surprise the hell out of you.

“Did something happen?” Anika had returned form the washroom and looked at us with concern. Her frown may have been one of worry but my mind saw a face in rapture.

“No we’re fine,” said my daughter, “we just cleared the air of a few things.”

The bill arrived and I insisted that I pay for the three of us despite Anika’s protests. After all, it was the gentlemanly thing to do, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Very well Mitchell. I shall have to make sure to pay you back somehow.” I cocked an eyebrow at her and the corner of her mouth twitched up in a slight grin. Perhaps I was just reading into things for the second time in one day, so I decided not to press the matter. I would find out soon enough.

We left the restaurant and I went to put more money in the accursed parking meter, and put the bags in the trunk as the girls continued on to the next store. As luck would have it, it was a lingerie shop, one of the finest in the town. The woman who runs it was an old colleague of mine. She had always wanted her own store; it was a dream of hers. In order to fulfill my part in keeping that dream afloat, I often bought things there for the women I dated, and recommended her to all the women I knew. Now was the moment to be that fly on the wall. Mind you, I was also dreading what things my daughter would end up wanting to buy. I may be male, but I was also a father.

“Hello Mitchell! I haven’t seen you here in quite some time. How are you keeping yourself these days?” My daughter’s jaw dropped and Anika tilted her head in inquisition.

“Hello Isabelle.” I leaned over the counter and we kissed each other on the cheek. “I’ve been fairly busy with work to be honest, and now I have my daughter Sarah and her friend Anika visiting. Sweetie, I’d like you to meet Isabelle, she used to work with me at the office before she escaped from the corporate race.”

“Oh I’ve heard so much about you!” quipped Isabelle, “Your father talks about you every time he’s in here.” I risked a glance at Sarah and she looked at me with a very odd expression. I shrugged my shoulders at her and tried to stave off the embarrassment.

“All good things I hope,” replied my daughter, with a slight shake in her voice. We had never really discussed my dating other women, but I guess she knew now. Either that or she thought … Oh great. “Excuse us a moment.” I took her aside and whispered in her ear. “Hon, I shop here sometimes for gifts, for women. I don’t buy things for myself.” She looked at me in shock and then burst out laughing. She doubled over, she was laughing so hard. I turned around and gave a nervous smile to Isabelle and Anika. I was on the verge of panic. “Hon, are you ok? Come on now Sarah, stop laughing please? What’s so damn funny?” She looked back up at me and started another peel of laughter, wiping tears from her eyes. Twice today I’ve made my daughter cry.

“I’m sorry … Daddy. It’s just … well it’s just so … funny. I … I never thought … I know that … Ah…” she resigned herself to giggles. “I never thought they were for you Daddy. I just didn’t figure you for talking about me in a lingerie store.” She had calmed down enough by now and I was mollified but embarrassed. Way to stick my foot in my mouth. I coughed lightly and returned to the counter mature free creampie pictures
where Isabelle and Anika were looking at me trying not to giggle.

“I believe you two wanted to shop?” I tried to get back down to business and forget about his whole episode. “Isabelle, would you please cater to their every whim. I’ll be over there.” I pointed to the ‘man chair’ outside the dressing booths. The three of them began their browsing while I took a seat and looked around the store. Isabelle had changed a few things since my last visit. The walls were now a pale shade of blue and the carpet had been changed giving the place a lighter feel. She had even changed the layout somewhat to give an easier movement around the store without compromising on space. The dressing rooms were also different. The wall enclosing the area had been torn down and replaced by drapes. The rooms themselves no longer had doors, but velvet curtains that stopped about a foot above the floor. The mirrors that had been between each of the old rooms were gone. Instead there was a full length Cheval glass off to the side, opposite my chair. Isabelle had done her homework. She had changed the store from a place of function to a place of seduction. I noticed for the first time that music was playing. I couldn’t quite place it but I knew it was something by Chopin. It was all quite soothing and very comfortable.

I tried very hard not to notice what the girls were looking for. I wanted to be surprised if they decided to model them for me. Although I was still having misgivings about being here with my daughter, I tried to convince myself that she wasn’t a little girl any more and that she would end up buying things like this when she went back to her mother anyway. I figured that so long as I didn’t see her in them then I would be able to restrain my fatherly concerns. But just in case I waved Isabelle over to me. Before I could say a word she summed it all up for me.

“Don’t worry Mitchell, I’ll steer her clear of the more alluring ensembles.” She said in a low voice. At one point I had considered dating this woman, when she was still working with me, but I knew that it would cause hassles later on. Since she left, I always maintained a flirtatious yet respectful friendship with her. It appeared to suit the both of us and nothing ever happened to make me want to change that relationship.

“Isabelle you are a goddess among women. I doubt my mind would be able to deal with my little girl in the things I know you have on those shelves.” I gave her a wink.

“Well why don’t you go and have a coffee upstairs while I take care of the two lovelies. Your daughter’s friend really is quite beautiful isn’t she?” She looked at me in such a way that made me think she knew what was going on in my mind.

“Yes she is.” I said wistfully. Isabelle raised an eyebrow at me, so I hastened to add, “So is Sarah. Actually,” I cleared my throat, “I think I will go for that coffee.” I got up and looked at Isabelle with a bit of guilt. She just kept that eyebrow right up there and chuckled. I passed her my credit card and aimed for the door.

“I’ll be upstairs when you two are done. Just come up and find me.” I called out to them. I caught the sound of giggles just before the bells tinkled the door’s closing behind me.

The caf?© was a little place bustling with customers but I still managed to find a seat by the window. It overlooked the plaza below and gave me a chance to people watch. I ordered an espresso from the waiter and sat back to ponder. As much as I wanted to see the sort of lingerie Anika would buy, and as much as I wanted to see her in it, I knew that I would never be able to accept the sight of my daughter in anything besides footed fleece pyjamas. I decided it was better to forego the pleasure, then to go through the coronary. In any case I was hoping that Anika’s way of paying me back was to model her purchases for me in private. Now that would be a pleasure. They still had two more nights here so I knew there was no rush. But before they left I wanted to have Anika in my bed. I sipped my Italian brew and ran through several scenarios on how to accomplish that.

About two hours and three coffees later the shopping queens came up to collect me. They were each carrying bags in both hands.

“Daddy I’m pooped!” my daughter exclaimed as she sat down in an empty chair next to me. “Do you think it would be okay if we went home? I glanced up at Anika and she nodded her acquiesce.

“Of course. Why don’t you head back to the car and I’ll settle up here.” I got up and went to pay at the counter while they headed back down the stairs.

The drive home was much quieter than on the way into town. My daughter sat dozing in the front and Anika just stared out the window in the back. I turned the radio on low to the jazz station and enjoyed the drive. I also enjoyed looking at Anika in the rear view, just like I did the night before, only this time I saw her in profile. She was beyond beautiful. As much as her serenity attracted me, I wanted to make this girl cry out in passion, to make her lose that unflappable personality and beg me to make her my slave. Well perhaps not that far, as tempting as it was. I just wanted to make her writhe beneath me as I drove her to ecstasy.

When we pulled into the driveway Sarah made her excuses and staggered straight to her room to take a nap. I carried her bags up, and found her asleep on top of the bed. She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her clothes. I heard the water running in Anika’s room so I headed down to my own.

I put on some track pants and a t-shirt, and figured I would get in a quick work out before dinner. I popped my exercise mix into the CD player and got to it. I did my regular warm up of rowing, followed by a light arm and leg routine. I didn’t want to push too hard since I was going to be eating soon. I finished up in just under an hour and took a long hot shower. I let the heat and steam of the water relax and refresh me. I stood there and let the water pound my skin and wash away the sweat from my work out. In order to keep Anika off my mind, I thought about the account for my employers that I was supposed to be working on. I had been so distracted that I hadn’t been giving it any thought at all.

I put on a clean pair of jeans but stayed shirtless and barefoot. My CD ended and I heard Tchaikovsky coming from upstairs. My curiosity was peeked. When I reached the living room I saw a vision beyond mature free creampie pictures
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My name is Carlos; I’m 45 years old, born and raised in the San Fernando Valley. I’ve been married but divorced now and living alone with no kids. I want to tell my story. I’ve pretty much kept to myself since I got divorced. The old lady and me still get along but the love […]

My name is Carlos; I’m 45 years old, born and raised in the San Fernando Valley. I’ve been married but divorced now and living alone with no kids. I want to tell my story. I’ve pretty much kept to myself since I got divorced. The old lady and me still get along but the love has gone. Guess that are why we split from each other. I have not had very much experience with women outside of my race though I have dated black ladies. I have never been with a white woman; I have never been with a blond. I own a small landscaping company that also doubles as a lawn care service. I like being outside in the sun. My skin is tanned a deep brown, I’m built ok but I’m no Arnold, I have a slight pouch, maybe from the beer I drink. I don’t think I’m that bad to look at though.

My crew and I were working one day on the West End of the valley at a new construction site when all of a sudden a blond lady walked out of the building. She was not a young girl; she must have been about thirty years old. Still a lot younger

than most women I look at. She was the architect for the building site. As it happen she wanted to go over the designs for the landscaping so she had to talk to me. Now this is the first time I ever had any dealings with a white woman for business or anything else for that matter. But as she talked I found out she was no airhead she knew what she wanted and made no bones about it. She struck me as a strong and independent person. We hit it off right away. As it turned out there were some things that needed to be gone over so she asked me to meet her in her office after work.

Her office was on the sixth floor of a new building in south end of the valley a very expensive area. As I entered I notice that there was no one else on the floor. Her office was toward the rear of the floor and I made my way to it. I knocked on the door and I heard a voice yell for me to come on in. She was at a large drafting table with plans spread all over it. She asked me to come close and check on the things she had changed. As I got close to her I could smell her perfume it filled my nose with a sweet smell. It was then that I noticed her blouse was unbuttoned a few buttons down from the top, showing some nice cleavage. This lady had class. I pulled my self together and studied the plans although my mind was not really on it. When we had finished she stood up straight and I really got a good look at her. She must have been about 5′8″ or 9″with legs went up to her neck. Her bust was a lot bigger than I had first thought, long blond hair that hung down over her shoulders, eyes so blue you could drown yourself in them. This woman was beautiful; with the work done she smiled at me and asked if I would like a drink.

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moved over to a bar at the other side of the room. When she moved it, was like she glided over to it. Her movements were like poetry in motion. Her breasts kind of bounced up and down as she moved but they didn’t jiggled just bounced. It was then that I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. My eyes glanced them over as she handed me the drink. I guess she saw my eyes and asked me if I liked what I saw? That caught me by surprise. I told her; yes she was a very good-looking lady and very pleasing to the eyes. She just smiled at me and came up against me. She was close enough to feel my heart beating. Her eyes met mine and the next thing I knew her lips were pressing against mine. Her tongue enters my mouth and dances around my tongue. Causing me to get more than just a little excited. I could feel my member getting aroused. I pulled her to me holding her tight against my chest. My arms enveloped her, squeezing her even more tightly.

I knew that she could feel my hardening member pushing into her thighs. She parted her legs and ground against my ever-growing cock. She ground her hips against my now hard cock like a stripper moves her hips.

Her lips still on mine I reached to unbutton her blouse. Her breasts spill into my waiting hand. Her nipples were a bright pink with a darker 2-inch areola. Her nipples harden to points as my fingers rolled over them and pinched them. I had to taste them, I broke away from her lips and I bent down to take at least one in my mouth. Her head went back as my mouth inhaled her nipple. Her hand on the back of my head fingers in my hair, my tongue circling her nipple. I sucked and mouthed it to a hard pleasure point. My hand dropped down to the top of her skirt. I edged it under her belt line and panties to feel her warming pussy. She was as wet as can be, and hot to the touch. My finger entered her pussy to feel her clit sticking out like a ridged mast. With my thumb on her clit and my middle finger inside her. She started to shake and shiver. She was on the brink of having an orgasm. With a few more motions of my hand she let out a muffled moan and came on my hand. I never felt a woman cum like the way she did. I could feel her wetness flowing over my hand making it all gooey.

It only took a second and her clothes were on the floor in a rumbled pile. I quickly pulled off my clothes. I pushed her down on the plush carpet that covered her office. I position myself between her legs and I bent down to taste her canyon of joy. Her legs moved themselves over my shoulders as I stuck my tongue into her pussy. With my hands holding her ass my mouth went down on her pussy. I licked the sides of her pussy, kissed her thighs then back to her pussy once again. I pushed my tongue deep in her free mature mom pics
quivering crevasse. Sucking and licking all that I could reach. Her clit fell into my mouth like it belongs there. My tongue making circles around it. It only took a minute but this woman was ready to cum again! I could feel her body as it tighten and could see her toes point, I knew she was having another orgasm! All this and I haven’t even entered her yet.

As she calmed down I moved up her body. I first made a stop at her breasts, where I sucked on her nipples once again and fondled her breasts. My head went from one breast to the other. All this time other than the first words she said to me, she hadn’t said a thing. She began to mumble something. As I slowed my actions on her breasts I could hear her say in a low voice, “fuck me, fuck me please.”

I had a vasectomy when I was young and was not worried about the consequences of making love to her. I slowly pushed my cock against her wet pussy. Not entering but rubbing the sides and outside surface of it. With my hand I moved my cock up and down her pink and quivering pussy. I placed the head at her honey pot and pushed, my cock entered her ever so slow. Her pussy was very tight and pulled at my cock as it went in. I pushed as hard as I could until my groin came against her blond bush. Our hairs mingle and intertwine as I was as far inside her as I could get. I pull back only to push forward again. Her legs crossed themselves on my back and pulled me back into her as I pulled out. It was like she didn’t want me to pull out.

We got into a cycle and were soon bucking like a pair of horses. In and out, it went on for what seem like hours. But I know, in real time it may have only been a few minutes. I was on the brink of having an orgasm. I could tell by the faces she was making that she was close too. A few more pushes and I plunged as deep as I could go. I stopped??¦she raised her hips up to match my plunge and with body shaking she started to cum all the time crying out “oh God, oh God.” With that I came. It seem like my cock was spewing out a gallon of cum. It went inside her and spilled back out over my cock. After my first ejaculation I continued to pump my cock in and out of her hot pussy until I started to get limp. Her pussy was still sucking on my cock even as it became flaccid. I collapsed at her side, out of breath and gasping for air.

I had just had one of the best fuck sessions I had ever had. And you know I didn’t even know her name! As I got my breath back I looked over at her and said, “Hi, my name is Carlos glad to meet you.” At that she turned and laughed, ” Hi, my name is Tiffany glad to meet you too.”

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