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Married Pussy and the stat of Palestine
Married Pussy and the stat of Palestine
You tell me: What pussy have been the best fuck? A single woman or a married woman?
I got my first taste of married pussy at a party.
Years ago, when I was college, I was invited to a summer pool party, set in the dry, brown hills of a bedroom community in Rancho Margarita, one of those designed communities for the wanne rich.
The house was the size of an aircraft carrier.
You can hear your footsteps as you enter the home, walking on the huge marble entry floor.
Huge ceilings; tacky watercolors of Arizona sunsets on the walls; ferns everywhere.
The best part was the beer was cold, on ice, with Corona bottles crammed into a huge metal wash basin.
I was invited by my roommate.
Alot of his parents friends were there, with the men in sockless loafers,dockers and aligator short sleeve shirts and the women in fashionable sun dresses with dark, dry, snakelike skin tans.
The others in the party were students, faculty and grad students and their spouses.
I knew one of the male grad and he said hello and then introduced me to his wife. She was in her late 20s, short height, large, full breasted woman, with dark flowing hair and deep dark eyes, dark skin; maybe she was from the middle east.
We all chatted about some bullshit school politics and the lastest talk about Palistine.
He announced quite firmly that if Palistine would be declared a state, Israel would attack and finally finish the job. And President Carter would simply watch from the rose garden.
No one disputed him.
I chugged at my beer.
Fascist, I thought to myself.
I kept eyeing her huge breasts pouring out of her warm green, low cut summer dress.
Her cleavage spoke to me.
We drank together; her husband walked away, talking to another grad student about student poltics, the student uprising in the colleges, etc.
She and I flirted. She said she got lonely in the dorms, waiting for him. I told her UC dorms are not a place for someone who enjoys life and wants to do things. I had no idea what I was talking about.
I finished a Corona.
She finished her chardonnay.
We drank some more.
She said her husband was a nerd and wasn't into doing things like dancing or going out.
I told her there are alot of dance clubs and the live music scene here was really hot.
I said she could call me and we could go out.
After my third beer, she was looking ravishing.
We talked, drank some more and began strolling into rooms of the cathedral home.
We climbed the winding stairway to the second level, home to a few bedrooms.
She said look at that; one bed was built high above the floor and looked like tropical hutch.
I climbed aboard.
She followed, laughing.
I grabbed her.
She didn't resist.
I stuck my tongue down her throat.
I grabbed those huge tits and massaged her firmly.
My right hand dived for her pussy.
I pulled up her summer dress and ate her.
She was as juicy as a ripe orange.
I pulled down my jeans.
With the sneakers still on, I climbed onto her and slid inside.
I pumped away, noticing her tits bouncing to my rhythm.
I could hear footsteps and people talking downstairs.
She moaned and moved her heavy hips.
I pumped away and finished her in a few mintues.
She promptly pulled up her summer dress and lifted herself off the fuck bed.
She walked into the bathroom next door and I could hear water runnning.
She looked at me and frowned.
What am I to tell my husband?
I looked for my Corona.
I desperately needed a drink.
She walked out and into the hallway.
I pulled up my jeans, sat on the bed, drinking what was left of my Corona. Warm shit.
I could stil state her pussy in my mouth.
Not much has changed; married pussy has always been a good fuck and Palestine has yet to be recognized.
She was the first of my encounters of fucking married women.
Married women have been the most erotic, sensually satisfying with the wettest pussies I have ever fucked.
So, you tell me? Single women or married pussy?
Which do you enjoy the most?