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Fucking My Friends Hot Mom, Part 1

9/24/2003

Background:
My interest in mature women started back in my early 20's.
Wilma was the mother of one of my friends. Joey wasn't
my best friend, but he was a good guy and we hung out in the
same crowd, so I was by his house fairly often while we were
teenagers at the end of high school. Mrs. Patrick was an
attractive, married woman in her mid-forties, had shoulder
length blond hair, pretty face, tall and trim figure and
curves in all the right places. Her face possessed high
cheek bones, a cute nose, luscious lips and beautiful blue
eyes that combined with a smooth, tanned complexion would
turn any man’s head. She had long, shapely legs that were
both thin and muscular at the same time. I’m sure she worked
hard on her figure, and it showed. She was the perfect country
club wife and I don’t think there’s a man from 18 to 80 that
wouldn’t have jumped at the chance to screw her. She was
always friendly and made us feel welcome when we came around.
Her husband, Andy, was Joey's stepfather, a decent
guy to Joey and her as far as I could tell. They belonged to
the local country club, where we jump to about three years
later.
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After graduating from high school, I went went to college,
like many young men do at that point in their life. When home
from school during the summer, most of the time I took a job
to make some money for the next school year. Usually I worked
in private club kitchens cooking. I was and still am a very
good cook. I had completed my junior year and had just turned
21. I was six feet tall and weighed 165, and in good shape.
I worked out regularly, had great muscle tone, a flat stomach,
and a killer tan. Since I worked mostly in the evenings,
I had the day for lounging in the sun.
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Wilma and Andy were regulars at the club, so I chatted with
them there frequently. Sometimes they came together,
other times she came by herself, usually when he was traveling.
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That Fateful Night at the Club:
It was a normal Friday night at the club just after the Fourth
of July. I was working the buffet, keeping it supplied and
tidy. The entrance to and from the kitchen was across from
the end of the bar, so that as you came out of the kitchen you
could see who was sitting at that end of the bar. She was there
that evening by herself apparently, not unusual as I mentioned
earlier. At first she was talking to some of the other wives;
after a while, she was sitting by herself. She was wearing
a mid-length black skirt with a slit up one side and a light
blouse that showed off her medium sized breasts nicely.
She didn’t have panty hose on because her legs were well
tanned and very shapely. It was those legs that started
all this.
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She was sitting alone and had her legs crossed in my direction.
The skirt slit was revealing one leg, just past the knee.
I glanced at that a couple of times as I went in and out of the
kitchen. One time when I came out, more leg was showing,
about half her thigh. This made my heart race. Well, I came
out one more time and took a hard look at those legs, then
glanced up at her face, and she was staring right at me. Wilma
wasn’t smiling, frowning or anything, just a neutral,
thoughtful expression. I could have died! I thought that
I had been busted checking out one of my friend’s mother.
The next time around, the skirt was a good bit closer to the
knee again. No more cheep thrills, I figured. Later I find
out that this was just bait, to make sure I was interested,
after catching me stealing a peak at her legs earlier. I
went back to my duties; the dinner crowd was winding down,
so about 8:30 I had a little time to kill. I went behind the
bar to get a soda, and smiled self-consciously at Wilma.
She smiled back and we made some small talk for a few minutes.
I mentioned that I had a couple of things to do, then had about
20 minutes to kill before the buffet closed. She told me
to come back and talk to her when I was done. I figured, well
now she’s going to get on me for checking her out. When I came
back, we chit chatted again for a minute or two, then out
of the blue, she asks me if I had a girlfriend. She knew that
I had been seeing this girl Celie off and on for around a year,
so I figured she was looking for an update. I told her it was
off with Celie again, this time probably for good and that
I wasn’t too broken up about it and hadn’t met anyone else
yet. We went back to small talk until it was time for me to
start breaking down the buffet. I told her I had to go, and
she asks me what I’m doing tonight after work. It’s about
9:00 and she knew that I usually finish at 9:30. I start to
catch on at this point, and I told her no plans really, just
go and hang out at “the house” unless I found something better
to do. This was a house that a couple of guys had rented, including
her son, and was the main hangout for our group. Wilma then
says that she’s bored here, but didn’t want to go home because
there was nobody there. Then she asks if I’d like to come
over and have a drink with her tonight. Now I’m wondering
if this is an invitation for more boring small talk, or a
chance to get laid. Figured I’d take my chances and accepted
the offer. I told her that I finished at 9:30 and needed to
go home, change clothes and take a quick shower. I had been
working in a hot kitchen all night, after all. I said that
I could get there about 10:15. She said great, and flashed
me a smile. About half way through my cleanup, I noticed
she had left. I quickly finished up and left about 9:25,
went home, showered and changed.
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The Seduction:
I got to her place a little earlier than 10:15. It was a warm
summer night, so I was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans. They
were tight, and cut high so that a lot of leg showed. More
than one girl had said they were sexy, which is why I wore
them that evening. When she opened the door and invited
me in, Wilma gave me a quick glance up and down. I noticed
that she had touched up her makeup, put on fresh perfume
and was still wearing the same outfit.
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We went into the family room where there was a wet bar and
she asked what I’d like to drink. I said a beer would be great
and had a seat on one of the high backed bar stools. She made
herself a bourbon and water and brought me a Coors, then
sat on the stool next to mine with her back to the bar and her
legs crossed in my direction, turned toward me. We chatted
for a few minutes until she mentioned that her husband was
out of town on business. She also said that she knew that
he had a girlfriend out there and didn’t really care. I didn’t
really care about Andy’s girlfriend either, but it did
begin to explain her behavior. They ended up getting divorced
about 2 years later, but I don’t think it was my fault. While
we’re talking I couldn’t help but glance at those sexy legs
occasionally, especially since it seemed that that skirt
kept riding up her thigh the more we talked. I know she noticed,
because after a bit of small talk, Wilma asked me if I thought
her legs were attractive. Well, I blushed furiously, but
answered her truthfully. I said that I thought both her
legs and herself were very attractive. She giggled, and
said to stop blushing, then told me that she thought my legs
were very nice too. She mentioned that she had admired me
in these shorts in the past, but was a little surprised to
see me in them tonight. While she was saying this, she reached
out a put one of her hands lightly on my bare knee. I was sitting
facing her, but my legs weren’t crossed. As she placed her
hand on my knee, she glanced briefly down at my crotch, smiled,
and said something to the extent that those shorts showed
off more that just my legs nicely. She then pulled her hand
back and said that in her opinion, I was the best looking
guy in the crowd that her son hung out with and that she kind
of had a thing for younger guys built like me. Basically,
she was telling me that I was her ‘type’. She stated that
she didn’t think that I was interested in her until she saw
me checking out her legs tonight. At this point I started
to loose a little self-control and began to get a bit of a
woody. These shorts were tight to begin with, and it didn’t
take too much excitement for it to show. I started to close
my legs in embarrassment, but she put her hand back on my
knee and stood up in front of me. She slipped between my legs,
put her arms around my neck, and looked deep into my eyes.
I put my hands around her waist and finished drawing her
in. Our lips met, and we shared a deep, passionate, French
kiss for a little while as my hands caressed her lower back
and mature ass. She was grinding herself into my crotch,
giving me a real boner that was a bit uncomfortable in those
shorts. Then she pulled back and asked if I had to go home
tonight. I was still living with my parents since I was just
home for the summer, but they gave me a lot of latitude. I
told her not if I didn’t want to, and she said that she wanted
me to stay with her tonight. I just nodded ok. After looking
at my bulging shorts again, she smiled said that it was time
to go upstairs and get more cozy.
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Getting Acquainted:
She led me to the guest room and said she would feel better
if we went in there instead of her and Andy’s bedroom. I thought
that was a good idea because while I had no qualms about fucking
this man’s wife, I don’t think I would have been comfortable
doing it in his bed. She told me to make myself comfy, but
not to take off the shorts yet; she wanted to do that herself.
She went into her bedroom and I began to get undressed. I
took off my sneakers, socks, shirt and belt, but left on
the shorts. By now my erection had subsided a bit, so the
shorts weren’t so uncomfortable. I settled down on top
of the covers and waited. After a few minutes, she returned
wearing a white robe tied at the waist and carrying a damp
washcloth. My dick immediately began to stir in anticipation.
She climbed onto the bed with me, leaving the robe on, and
we started kissing again on top of the covers, but when I
tried to slip my hands into her robe to get at her tits or pussy,
she pushed my hands away and told me to be patient. I also
noticed that she was still wearing a bra and underwear.
We lay there kissing for a good 5 minutes while I caressed
her ass through the robe, then rolled her over on her back
and pushed one of my legs between hers and massaging her
pussy with my thigh as we kissed. Then she pushed me back,
sat up, and said that it was time to “unwrap” me. Then she
said to get out of bed and stand in front of her, while she
sat on the edge of the bed. My cock was really bulging out
at this point and she traced her finger around it slowly.
Then she undid the waist button on my shorts and unzipped
my fly. Then she let the shorts drop to the floor, and I stepped
out of them. I was wearing jockey shorts, and she peeled
those off next. At that point I was standing in front of her
completely naked with my pecker flailing about looking
for somebody, anybody to grab it. Grab it she did, starting
by slowly massaging my balls in one hand while lightly stoking
my shaft with the other. Once fully aroused, she commented
that I had a nice cock. Not too big, not too small, with good
thickness and a little curve to the left that should really
fill a woman up. Later, when we were playing around she measured
me out at a bit over 7” as measured across the top. But for
now she just wanted to suck on it, so she told me to turn down
the sheets, get in bed, lay back and enjoy. She still had
her robe on and I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going
to get a chance to suck on her breasts, or stick my finger
and tongue in her pussy. She was totally in control, I’m
now sure that’s what her goal was at the time. So I lay back
on the bed and she lay down next to me with her head down by
my dick. She looks up at me from down there and tells me to
hold her left hand as she put her weight on that elbow. Wilma
said that if I was getting ready to cum, to squeeze her hand.
She stated that she didn’t want me to cum in her mouth and
also had just had her hair done, so didn’t want any spunk
there either. I’ve learned two faux pas pertaining to having
sex with mature ladies, or any lady for that matter. One,
a gentleman never, ever shoots in a ladies mouth without
asking and receiving permission first, and second, never
blows a load in her hair, no point in even asking there. I
knew she wasn’t kidding and tried my best not to disappoint.
Then she slid her right hand under my balls, pushing them
out, and made a ring connecting her thumb and index finger
as best she could around the thick base of my dick. The constriction
down there really made my cock head turn deep red, and the
veins in my shaft stand out. Then she started sucking my
cock. First she only licked the head, making it throb with
pleasure. Then she started running her tongue under the
bottom of my mushroom cap while still firmly grasping the
base of my dick. I had to squeeze at this point. She backed
off and gave me a wicked smile, squeezed the base of my cock
harder and starts talking about how much the veins sticking
out of my shaft and the swollen, shiny, purple head turned
her on. Then she released her hold around the base, and took
my other hand and placed my index finger right at the topside
base of my straining cock, . She asked if I could feel my pulse
there. I nodded, and she said that’s one way she can tell
if I’m getting ready to cum, so I had better be careful, and
not to try and cum in her mouth because she’d know if I was
cheating. She let go of my hand and wrapped hers around the
base of my dick again. I then tried to reach inside her robe
to fondle a tit at this point and she said to stop or she’d
stop pleasuring me. Well I pulled back my hand pretty quick
and she smiled at me and said to be a good boy. My excitement
had subsided a little by then, and she went back to sucking
my dick. This time she took my whole cock head in her mouth
and just caressed it with her tongue, tickling the cleft
in of my head with her tongue, and then pressing the head
against the roof of her mouth, sucking gently and slowly.
She never took more than a third of my shaft inside her mouth;
she always concentrated on the head and shaft just below
it. Her head was bobbing up and down in a sensual, rhythmic
motion, and before I knew it I was squeezing her hand again,
but she didn’t stop sucking right away. Her head came up
just in time; you could see my phallus throbbing with delight.
She told me that I was starting to cut it close and that I better
watch out. I mentioned that she kept at it for several seconds
after I had squeezed her hand. She just giggled in reply.
Then she went back to work, this time sucking on my balls,
one at a time, then beginning to stroke my dick slowly with
the hand she had been using as a cock ring after releasing
her grip on the root of my cock. She only used her thumb and
index finger at first, gently running the length of my shaft,
stopping her thumb just below the cleft on the underside,
and rubbing the back of my head with her index finger as she
reached the top of her stroke. This lasted a few minutes
until I was frantically squeezing her hand again. Wilma’s
head came up from sucking on my balls. She then grasped my
cock firmly but gently in her entire fist, waited for me
to calm down a little, I could feel my own pulse inside my
cock while she held it in her hand. Now she released my dick
and got up on her knees, sitting back on her heals somewhat,
while leaning forward and grasping my cock again. She also
released my hand, forced my legs wider apart with her now
free hand, reached down and lightly placed the tips of her
pinky and ring fingers at the root of my cock where it exits
between my legs, while pressing her thumb firmly at the
base of my cock on the top side. Then she said we were all set
and it was time to “see the show” and began to pump my dick
with her hand, slowly at first, but increasing in tempo
until the inevitable happened. Occasionally, she’d jiggle
my balls with the hand down there. Now that I knew she wasn’t
going to stop me this time, I raised myself up on my elbows
and tried to look into her eyes. She had a look of intense
concentration on her face. Her eyes were locked on my cock
as she pumped it up and down, and they didn’t meet mine again
until I was finished shooting my load. Wilma had the strangest
smirk on her face; later I realized that I only saw that expression
while she jerked me off and I was close to Cumming. She also
kept whispering “shoot baby, shoot, shoot”, and boy did
I ever. I hadn’t had a visit from Rosie Palm and her five sisters
in 4 or 5 days at that point, so I had a good load built up and
was eager to show my stuff. As I began to climax the tempo
of her stoke slowed and I groaned loudly. She started to
time her up stroke to begin as a stream of cum was racing up
my shaft, reaching the apex as spunk erupted from my piss
hole, and squeezed my head as she topped out. Then she dropped
her hand quickly back down by my balls for another stroke
as her eyes followed the flight of my milky emissions. She
had now taken her thumb away from the base of my cock in order
to move her entire hand further between my legs. She was
pressing and massaging the area between my legs where she
had only had her pinky and ring finger earlier, and now added
her index and middle finger to the party. I got the strangest
feeling down there every time I would shoot. I don’t know
how she knew when to stoke, I think it may have something
to do with the hand between my legs, but she didn’t miss a
squirt, and I would moan in ecstasy after each pull. As Wilma
stroked my cock, my hips swayed up and down in that erotic
rhythm you only see when someone is having an orgasm. At
some point, she had removed her hand from between my legs
and lightly pressed it down on my hip in order to keep me under
control. I think she did this to keep from loosing her grip
on my slippery dick as I thrashed about. This woman was good!
The first stream of joy juice landed on my chest, and the
second hit bottom of my chin, running down my neck, giving
me a pearl necklace of my own making. Then it started landing
on my stomach, as the force I ejaculated with became less
and less with each successive stroke until finally, spunk
was just dribbling out of my cock and over her fist. As my
orgasm subsided, jizz began collecting around my crotch
and in my belly button, until it finally overflowed and
slid down my side and soaking into the linen. Wilma continued
to stroke my cock, and make me shudder, even after it started
to soften, saying that said she wanted to see every drop.
I put my hand on hers, asking her to stop, she laughed, and
said she knew that a man’s cock head became very sensitive
after climax. She pushed my hand away and said one word,
“Beg”, and then gave me another firm pull really squeezing
hard my head as I cried out “No” and my hips thrust reflexively
upward. I quickly started begging her to stop and began
to wonder if I was still having a good time. Wilma paused
a moment, her lips pressed together in a tight smile, as
if considering my sincerity, then gave me one more stroke
as I cried out and begged for her to stop again, then she released
her grip. I was beginning to realize that this pretty, sexy
woman had a dark side. My head slumped forward as I rested
on my elbows and I took several ragged breaths. She purred
that we were quite a visage. I was covered with cum from chin
to crotch, with the milky, translucent fluid of life rendered
in stark contrast to my smooth, tanned stomach and chest.
Semen was also dripping her hand, fingers, and wrist, onto
my balls. Wilma took a second to admire her cum drenched
hand from several angles; you could tell she really liked
looking at her “handy work”. Then she placed the manicured
nail of her index finger under my chin, pressing up with
her nail in order to force me to raise my head, and look in
her eyes. After a moment of holding my gaze, she pushed my
shoulders back with both hands so that I was fully reclined.
Then she bent down, stuck out her tongue, and dipped it right
in the middle of the spunk puddle that had been coalescing
in my belly button. She swirled her tongue around for a second,
then scooped out a generous portion of the carnal emissions
as she came up. She looked deep in my eyes as I watched blobs
of cum slowly sliding off her tongue, down her chin, then
landing with a spatter back in the puddle on my stomach.
She pulled her tongue back in her mouth once it was free of
the milky substance that had so recently been part of me.
Then she leaned over and started sucking and nibbling my
nipples, then playfully biting my chest. There was still
a lot of residual liquid on my chest from that first big stream,
so I’m sure she got another good taste of me while working
over my nipples and chest. As she lifted up, there was cum
dribbling from one corner of her mouth, and spunk smeared
on her cheek. She complained that it was making a mess of
her makeup. We both laughed loudly. Those moments are indelibly
inscribed in my memory. It also was the beginning of my desire
to include a nice hand job as part of foreplay with my lovers
from then on, but I prefer they stop stroking after I’ve
finished shooting off. She reached for the damp washcloth
that she brought in earlier; first she wiped her face and
hands, and then slowly started to clean me up. Wilma laughed
and said if she’d known how big a load I was going to shoot,
she would’ve brought a bath towel instead of a washcloth.
I asked her why she stuck her tongue in my belly button after
she had said she didn’t like getting cum in her mouth. She
said that what she didn’t like was men shooting off in her
mouth, it made her gag, and that she just didn’t like copious
amounts of the salty, viscous fluid in her mouth all at once,
but didn’t really have any problem with a taste of love juice
once things got going. I had never been so turned on in my
life, getting over my concerns of a few moments before very
quickly. After she finished wiping me down, taking special
care with my genitals, we shared a long, passionate, salty
kiss.
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Wilma gets more than she bargained for:
Then she sat up and said it was time for me to have my turn,
and asked what I wanted to do. Her entire demeanor seemed
to have changed from a dominating to a more submissive role.
She had spent all of the time upstairs to this point dictating
to me, now she seemed to want direction. She was still wearing
that white robe she wore into the room, which seemed like
a good place to start. So I told her to stand up while I sat
on the edge of the bed, just as she did me. I untied the robe,
pulled it away from her shoulders and let it drop. She was
still wearing a bra and panties, nothing sexy, just everyday
underwear. Then I stood up, walked behind her, unhooked
her bra, and let that fall away. I then gently grasped and
lifted both globes from behind and slowly rolled her nipples
between my thumb and index finger while lightly kissing
her neck where it intersects her torso. Her nipples immediately
became turgid. I was also grinding my damp, limp manhood
into her ass and she was pushing back, the feeling of nylon
on my cock was getting me excited again. Then I walked back
around to face her and sat on the edge of the bed again. She
had beautiful medium sized breasts and perfect rosebud
nipples that begged to be sucked. Her tits hung down a little
and those nipples didn’t quite point up like I’m sure they
used to, but I found them very enticing just the same. You
could also faintly see a couple of veins going through her
breasts towards her nipples and just a little stretching
where her tits connected to the rest of her body. I reached
up and took one breast in each hand, lifting and caressing
them again; they were so soft and warm. I leaned forward
and took a nipple in my mouth and started to gently suck,
while pinching the other lightly. Wilma sighed and those
babies really perked up and when I let it go a few moments
later, they were really standing at attention. Her nipples
were a dark, rich, red color that only got darker as she became
more aroused, while the surrounding areola wasn’t quite
as dark. Then I helped her out of her under panties. After
I had pulled them down to her ankles and she stepped out of
them, I noticed that the crotch was damp. I picked them up
and put them to my nose, took a big whiff and sighed; it smelled
like perfume and pussy. She playfully hit me on the arm and
said if I wanted a sniff, I should go to the source. She had
a little bit of a tummy that you couldn’t see when she had
clothes on, and a few stretch marks from when she was pregnant.
Her pubic area was trimmed, and the hair was dark and streaked
with a little gray. I don’t think she was a natural blond,
but I sure didn’t care then or now. I asked her to turn around
so I could get a good look at her ass and she complied. It was
a fine mature buttock, still firm and well shaped, but a
bit bigger than the tight little young girl ass’s that I
was used to seeing and fondling. Wilma’s hips were also
a bit wider than anything I had experienced before; this
helped create a well-defined waist. This was the first
time I had seen the naked body of a mature woman and I was intrigued.
I could already feel my cock beginning to stir again. She
was still facing away from me, so I asked her to bend over
a bit so I could see her pussy from behind. She put her hand
on her hip, twisted to look back at me with a stern expression,
and told me that I was a very naughty boy, and then gave me
a demure smile. She slowly turn back around, took a wider
stance, bent down and pulled one ass cheek slightly to the
side so that I could get a better view. I had never seen such
a pussy in my life, either in magazines or in person. She
had big, long, puffy lips that hung down just a bit, like
flaps. Her clit was also of the larger type that stuck out
prominently. This thing was a man-eater. She was obviously
aroused and you could see that the inner folds were wet with
moisture. It dawned on me that now our roles had reversed
and I was the one in control, so I decided to follow her script
a little more.
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I told her to straighten up and get back on the bed. Once we
were comfortable again, I gave her a juicy kiss and then
started running my tongue first over her neck, then down
to her breasts for some sucking. While I worked on her tits,
my hands got busy down below. First, I parted those legs
gently and began by caressing her inner thighs right at
the Y. After parting those luscious lips, I moved my middle
finger into her wet slit and gently rubbed up and down. Then
I slid that finger into her love hole, and after a minute
of circular rotation, put my index finger with it. As this
was going on, I placed my thumb on her clit and then started
moving and rubbing all three at once. This got a good reaction
as she started rotating her hips slowly at first, and then
picking up the pace. Once she was warmed up, I moved my mouth
from her breasts down to her belly button, slowly tracing
the path down with my tongue. I probed her belly button for
a few moments, and then decided to get down to business.
I took my hand away from her pussy, much to her distress,
and pushed myself up. Then I moved down so that she was lying
on her back with my head between her thighs facing down,
putting my weight on my elbows and with my feet at the foot
of the bed, a conventional pussy eating position. Then
I asked for a fluffy pillow for placing under her ass so that
my neck didn’t feel strained. I can maintain that position
for hours. After getting all that done, I placed my hands
in the crook of her knees and gently pushed her legs back
and apart, raising her ass up a bit. The sight that greeted
me was impressive. If anything, those big pussy lips and
clit were even more swollen than before and her garage for
dick had love juice dribbling down the parking ramp, into
the crack of her ass and onto the pillow. I went in for a taste.
This was my first time with a mature woman and I noticed that
the smell and flavor were a little different than the younger
girls I’d been with before. It smelled a little more musky
and had a stronger flavor, but still very stimulating.
Listening to her purr while she lifted her hips up to meet
my face was a real turn on. My cock had already recovered,
but I had no intention of using it anytime soon. I began by
first sticking my tongue between those folds and as far
up her vagina as it would go, then pushing it up and pulling
it back out, then tracing up to finished at her clitoris.
I did this about four or five times and she really started
to get into it. Then I decided that this was going too fast
and wanted to slow her down, so I went to work on those labia
lips. They were more like pieces of raw, but firm, beef liver,
both in color and texture. Luckily, they didn’t taste like
liver; they tasted like pussy! They must have protruded
at least an inch or two coming to a bit of a point, so I started
sucking on one. She really started getting off then and
wanted to cum. She put her hand down by her clit and tried
to rub herself. I wasn’t going to have any of that, however.
It was my turn to be in control! I pushed her hand away and
told her to be patient. She groaned and put her hands on her
breasts and started rubbing and pinching her nipples.
Then I went to work on the other pussy lip, occasionally
giving her clit some attention. By the time I was finished
with them, they were laid out to either side and had a dark
maroon color to them. If I even brushed my tongue over them,
you could see them pulsate. By now I didn’t need to keep my
hands on her legs, she was spread about as wide for me as she
could. The pillow makes it more comfortable and open for
both of us. I decided that she was ready for a little teasing
with my dick. I pulled my face out of her crotch and got to
my knees between her legs, then wiped my face with the back
of my hand. I just love wiping pussy juice off my face. I hadn’t
seen her face for a few minutes and was taken aback at the
look of sheer, consuming passion on that pretty face as
she lay there moaning. Wilma was definitely a moaner. My
cock was standing straight up again and she grabbed for
it as I was kneeling in front of her. One hand was bending
my cock down, pulling and guiding it toward her pussy, and
her other hand was at my hip, trying to pull me on top of her,
while begging me to please, please fuck her. I wasn’t expecting
this, lost my balance and landed on my hands, arms straight.
I straightened myself out like I was doing a pushup in order
to keep my dick away from her snatch. She kept begging me
to please fuck her while tugging on my erect penis, striving
to slip it into her love slot. This may have been the first
time in her life that a man refused to shove his dick into
her when she was asking him to. I told her to turn my cock loose
and behave, or that I’d fuck her in the ass with it instead.
Wilma stopped pulling on my cock, but didn’t turn loose.
She looked up at me with uncertainty in her eyes and whispered,
“You wouldn’t dare”. I replied, “Try me” confidently,
and she try me she did. Wilma giggled and went right back
to trying to pull me on top of her, this time wrapping her
legs around my waist and thrusting her hips up while guiding
my dick towards that honey hole with her hand. She managed
to take me down, and was almost successful at inserting
my cock into her pussy while I struggled to regain my leverage.
I pried myself loose from her and told her she was in trouble
now. She stopped laughing, released her grip on my dick
and quickly resumed her earlier position on pillow, drawing
her knees back, and I went back to kneeling between her legs.
When she was in that position, I could see her cute, pink
asshole. I’m not particularly into anal sex, but I felt
I needed to make a point here. So I pushed my stiff shaft downward
with my hand and started pressing the head of my cock against
her moist anal pore. She said, “Don’t”. While pressing,
I repeated her words from earlier back to her, “Beg”. I was
in control and was beginning to enjoy myself. One could
also sense that she was much less certain of herself and
not all together happy with the way things were gong right
now. But she was also extremely aroused and didn’t want
to stop this scenario. She whimpered and kept saying she’d
behave, and begged me to please not fuck her in the ass. But
she held that submissive position with her ass in the air
and her hands pulling her legs back and apart at the knees
while I knelt in front of her with my cock head pressing against
her bung. I pressed hard enough to almost slip in, and then
pulled back. My cock snapped back up as I released it and
was very hard; seems as though he liked the idea of going
down the old Hershey Highway. I didn’t think she wanted
to take it that way, but decided to follow through because
I was still annoyed about way that hand job had ended earlier.
By now Wilma was begging vehemently, promising to even
let me cum on her face this time if I didn’t sodomize her.
I grabbed my cock, pushed it down, and started to go in for
the kill. I think she realized that there was no point in
further protest, so stopped begging, and said she’d rather
take it doggie style. I said fine, got out of bed with my dick
standing straight up, and told her to get on her hands and
knees on the edge of the bed with her head down and her ass
sticking up in the air. As Wilma assumed the position, I
moved in behind her and grabbed the cheeks of her firm ass
with my hands and pulled them apart, her succulent asshole
was puckered up pretty as you please. As I adjusted my position
behind her, Wilma raised her head off the mattress, turned
to look at me, and pleaded with me one more time not to ream
her ass. I just shook my head, and then she asked if I could
at least use some lubricant. I asked where it was, and she
told me there was some KY jelly in the top drawer of her bedside
table. I let go of her ass, took a step back, and told her not
to move an inch while I went to get it. I had to laugh to myself
as I walked down the hall to her bedroom. Here I was, running
around her house naked with an erect penis leading the way,
looking for KY, so I could come back and fuck Joey’s good
looking mom in the ass. What a night! When I returned, she
was still there on her hands and knees with that pretty,
blond head down and ass up. I noticed, however, that she
had moved a little. Now her ankles were crossed when they
had been straight out earlier. I didn’t say a word as I unscrewed
the cap, squirted a little KY in my hand, and rubbed it on
my cock. My hard on had receded a little while on my errand,
so I took a moment to massage my dick back to its former glory.
Then I put a little KY on my index finger and gently dabbed
it on her anus. After I wiped my hands on her lower back to
remove the excess lubricant, I grasped her cheeks and spread
them again as I maneuvered into position. Wilma’s asshole
was nice and shiny now that it was greased up and made a perfect
bulls-eye. I pushed down on her hips as I lined up the elevation
of my target. Then I took one hand off her butt, wrapped it
around my cock with my thumb on top of the head and the other
four fingers wrapped around the shaft. Slowly I started
in, my dick was like a heat seeking missile. She trembled
slightly when my cock head made contact with her asshole
and I paused briefly. Then I pressed firmly down on the top
of my dick head with my thumb while thrusting forward, and
I slipped in. At this point she squealed and I stopped for
a moment to make sure I wasn’t really hurting her. When she
didn’t make any other sounds for a moment, I continued to
slowly push my prick in further, now releasing my cock and
grasping her hips at the waist and pulling her towards me
while thrusting my loins forward. I stopped when I was half
way in because I knew it would probably be a little uncomfortable
if slid the full length of my cock up her ass; I was still trying
to be a gentleman. My dick moved in and out slowly and gently
as I alternately thrust forward while pulling her towards
me, then pulling out while pushing her ass away. I was really
getting into watching half of my shiny cock disappear and
then reappear from her poop shoot while she moaned. At this
point, Wilma raised her head, looked back at me and sneered,
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself, because you’re going
to pay for this the next time I get my hands on you”. I snapped
back, “Oh yeah, well I guess I better get my money’s worth
now then”. I was on an outstroke when she began this dialog,
and I paused until it was finished. Then I continued on out,
until my entire cock was exposed except the head; her sphincter
was deliciously strangling his little throat and I could
feel my knob pulsing. I hovered there a few seconds, moving
my hips around in circles, and then slowly starting my down
stroke while pulling her back towards me. Only this time
I didn’t stop half way; I shoved the full measure of my cock
into e-coli central. She gasped as I past the half waypoint
and yelped as I bottomed out. Then I asked if she had any more
smart comments to make while I had her in this position.
No reply, I think she was chewing on the bed sheets. By now
I was just about ready to cum; she groaned as I pulled my dick
out, and then shoved it all the way back in again. This time
I didn’t pull out. I felt the head of my dick start to swell
as my balls tightened and the root of my manhood throbbed.
I pressed myself into her firm, but soft, rear and wrapped
one arm around her waist, pulling her in tightly, so as to
weld her to me as I spewed my load in the friendly confines
of her rectum. She cried out loud as my cock erupted and we
swayed with pleasure, or at least I did, for a few moments.
After my spasms subsided, my cock began to soften and I started
to withdraw. As my cock was sliding out, I told her she should
had just behaved earlier, and that my turn in control wasn’t
over yet. Wilma nodded, and sighed in relief as my cock exited.
My dick head popped out of her asshole like a champagne cork,
and a dribble of semen followed it out, trickled down her
crack and thigh until it soaked into the now not so clean
sheets. A wilted Wilma looked back and asked me to clean
her up. Using the spunk soaked washcloth from earlier,
I dabbed at her anus and thigh, avoiding her pussy because
it looked too inflamed. I was feeling a bit guilty at this
point, so in a moment of weakness, I asked her what she wanted.
Still on her hands and knees, she turned her head and looked
into my eyes, then said “make love to me, but go and wash that
cock first”. I said Ok, told her to get back on the pillow
and turned to go to the bathroom and washed my smelly codpiece.
When I returned, she had resumed her position on the pillow,
holding her legs back at the knees. That cute asshole was
now cherry red in complexion; she never challenged me again
when it was my turn to be in control. I had already cum twice,
so my cock needed a few minutes until he was ready for action.
So I sat on the bed next to her and leaned over to share a kiss.
I put my weight on one hand while fingering her pussy with
my other. She began stroking my dick with her hand and we
shared a few minutes of mutual masturbation. It didn’t
take long to get me back up, and she was beginning to pant
again. I moved to a kneeling position between her legs again
and began to mount her. She thought I was going to slide my
dick home this time and kept saying, “yes, yes”. But she
was wrong; I had no intention of fucking her just yet. With
my right hand, I took my big cock and started to gently push
around those swollen lips, running the head of my dick from
her wet anus all the way to her clit and back several times,
teasing her terribly. Sometimes I would push a little and
slip in just a bit into her love chute, then pull out, generating
cries of protest. I continued this for a minute or two until
those lips were in full bloom, then placed my dick in between
them and slowly wrapped them around my dick head and shaft.
Then I started to gently massage my cock using her lips,
my thumb and index finger, while also rubbing her clit frequently
by thrusting my dick forward. I could tell she was close
to climax, so I pulled back. After she calmed down, I took
my dick and start rubbing it on that stiff clit, a little
rub here and there to keep her on the verge of orgasm. But
by then I figured enough was enough; she just laid there,
a moaning, quivering mass, quietly begging me to please
fuck her. Now I took dead aim on that clit. It was standing
up like a little soldier in the middle of a gooey, messy battlefield.
I whispered in her ear that it was her turn to cum now, and
she growled back “Well, it’s about god damn time”. I didn’t
find out until the next day that she actually was really
mad at me, but all she wanted now was release. I put my face
back in that wet snatch and went back to work with my tongue.
I used my tongue because I wanted to feel her first orgasm
with me on my face. I started to slowly move my tongue in circles
around her clit while she still held my hand. Then I took
a second to spread out those beautiful lips again with my
fingers, and then stuck my stiff tongue, curled upward
in her love tunnel, and slowly rubbed her clit back and forth
with my nose. Shortly, she was groaning loudly, but I only
increased my tempo and took both of her hands in mine while
I rested on my elbows, face down. When I knew she was past
the point of no return, I pulled my tongue out of her vagina,
and opened my mouth, placed the back of my tongue on her love
button and rubbed the hell out of it. When she got off, she
practically crushed my hands at first, gasped, and then
grabbed the back of my head with both hands to hold it in place
while her hips bucked back and forth as she moaned. I could
feel the muscles in her pussy and thighs contracting again
and again on my face while pussy juice was now running out
of that love tunnel in a steady steam. After a few moments,
her contractions subsided, she released my head and I came
up for air. Our eyes locked and we both knew that we had both
just experienced the most intense orgasms of our lives
that evening. I knew she was spent for now, so even though
my cock was still hard, we just lay in each other’s arms for
a while.
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After a break and clean up, she went to get a towel for the
bed where she had gushed all over the place, and then we were
thinking about sex again. She commented that one of the
things she liked about young guys was their fast recovery
time and that I still owed her a good fucking as she was stroking
my cock back up to a full erection. When it was nice and hard,
she got up on her knees and straddled me. I love it with the
girl on top, but hadn’t mentioned it yet, she just knew.
She started my rubbing her pussy on my hard dick while learning
over and kissing me and brushing her tits against my chest.
Then, with our lips locked, she took my dick and guided it
into her tunnel of love. I noticed that it didn’t feel as
tight as a younger girl’s, but seemed so much smoother,
softer and hotter. She wanted to do the work for now, but
I reached around behind her ass with my hand and rubbed her
clit while leaning up occasionally to suck on a tit. We did
this for a couple of minutes until she came again, no teasing
this time. She melted on top of me and we stayed that way for
a few moments, with my dick still hard inside her. Then she
looked me in the eye and told me it was my turn again. She rolled
off and lay on her back, then grabbed my waist and pulled
me on top of her, while spreading those marvelous legs.
I had lost a little stiffness in the interim, so had to take
a moment to stroke my manhood back to attention while kneeling
in front of her. Then I slowly mounted her, entering that
sweet pussy again and pushed myself in as far as I could.
She spread her legs a far apart as she could, totally giving
herself up to me. I got into my stride fairly quickly in that
we had already be fucking for a while with her on top. As I
got ready to cum, my dick got even harder and I think she could
sense my impending orgasm. She gently took my head between
her hands, pushed it back so that we could stare deeply into
each other’s eyes. I thrust my cock as far inside her as I
could, then shot my load deep in her pussy while we shared
a moment that I think we’ll both remember. Now we were both
truly spent and we went to sleep while I held her in my arms.

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The Next Morning:
When I awoke the next morning, she was standing next to the
bed, already showered and dressed. She told me that I should
go take a shower since I smelled like cum and old sex. I did
feel a bit crusty. Wilma also said that her husband would
be home in a little while and it would be a good idea if I weren’t
here. This was an understatement to say the least, and we
shared a laugh. She also wanted to change the sheets; they
were a bit soiled with spunk and pussy juice. After my shower,
I got dressed and went downstairs. There was no weirdness
or anything, she gave me a cup of coffee and told me that what
we shared last night had been special. I said I wanted to
do it again sometime (of course), but she said that while
she wanted to see me again as a lover, she was not looking
for an ongoing affair. Wilma said that the time and circumstances
for more fun would present itself along the way, and so they
did. As we drank coffee, Wilma said, in a serious tone of
voice, that I was going to pay big time for several reasons.
First, for making her beg repeatedly for a fucking, a lady
shouldn’t have to beg for cock; Second, for not giving it
to her right then and there, she was used to being fucked
on demand; Lastly and mostly, for having the nerve to threaten
to fuck her in the ass if she didn’t behave, and then doing
it. I didn’t get the impression that she was kidding either.
This was a very attractive, intelligent woman who was used
to having her way in and out of bed, and I think she was a little
unsure of herself after I turned the tables on her last night.
I apologized and promised to make it up to her. She replied
that I certainly would. She said that her husband would
be out of town again in about two weeks, and would like for
me to try and come by for a “visit”. She told me to give her
a call during the day a little closer to that date, if she
didn’t see me at the club. After we shared a brief kiss, Wilma
leaned back, looked me in the eyes and sternly told me that
I had better not be jerking off the week before our next tryst.
She said that she wanted to get another big, juicy load out
of me the next time we got together. I nodded eagerly in agreement
and promised to limit my activities in that area. Then I
turned, and went to walk toward the door. As I was walking
away, she gave me a good smack on the ass with her hand and
commented “Nice ass”. I looked back over my shoulder to
see her giving me a thoughtful gaze while chewing absently
on a fingernail, staring at my ass. She hadn’t commented
much on my ass last night even though she spent a good bit
of time grabbing it while pulling me into her as we copulated.
I got the uncomfortable feeling that I might end up paying
dearly indeed for my indiscretions of the night before.
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To be continued…

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A very good story.I don't care if was true or not.It
sounds as if it could very well may be true. I hope so.

12/17/2006

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A great story

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