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I'm completely naked as I rise from bed and walk through the darkened house and stop full frontal at my window with the curtains open, daring myself as I hear the rattle of milk bottles signalling the arrival of the milkman a few blocks away.
I could do with him right now, just for a rough fuck over my table to dull the passion inside my wet cunt. It's been five weeks now since my husband left and fully developed woman needs to fuck regularly and right now, as I light a cigarette and stand there, albeit in the dark, it feels good to know my horniness is braving my compulsive urge to hide.
I draw deeply on my cigarette and feel my moistness run from me, my pussy is overactive, my mind is saying I am going to let the milkman see me and I like the excitement that coarsens through me at such a though and my eyes drift to my front door where the empties are lying, ten minutes and it will be done and dusted, that's sex for you and that's the sort of sex women crave, being taken by a stranger and pumped full of his semen, God, what it must have been like before women had the pill to stop unnecessary pregnancies?
His cart appears two houses away and I watch as he walks up to the house to exchange bottles, my vaginal trickle has run down to my knee and I fell between my thighs, I'm very swollen and sensitive and a greater urge runs through me like an electric shock and I groan loudly, my feelings are overcoming my need for sex so I turn and take the few steps to the front door and open it slightly and walk back, still naked, and stand in front of the window and wait for him.
I wonder if he has a big cock, long and thick, the way I like my men as I say when I chat online to other men before watching them jack off as I watch and encourage.
He now is at the drive of the house next door and he looks at my window as he walks up their path to their door. I both feel and hear my heart pounding, did he see me in the darkness, I only realise I am rubbing myself as our eyes meet as he walks, he would have seen a naked woman masturbating at her front window and that thought makes me wetter, if that could be possible.
There is silence, I hear nothing and he has disappeared, then I realise as I look over to where their front door is he has gone inside and I am angry, my promise of a fuck has been hijacked by my horny neighbour, who's husband has also gone to work offshore. I inwardly laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, who would have guessed the odds that two women living next door to each other had the same frustrations and ideas to fuck the milkman, then I feel angry when I realise she has me every time, she is 20 years younger than I, fuck my daughter is almost ages with her, and that gives me an idea.
I sit by my computer, my door to the world of perverted men looking for horny women to ****, sodomize and gang-bang, don't get me wrong, some of us are so fucking desperate we will go and meet you for such a session, but I usually use a very good vibrator and get off sufficiently to stop me getting myself into dangerous situations.
I have visited hotel rooms downtown for sex, after phoning ahead to confirm they were who they said they were when we chatted online. I never charge after being shown their wares, like I say, long and thick, does the trick and the fucking is both fulfilling and satisfactory.
I need to write something for today's blog to horny men, a mother offering her nubile u******e daughter for men to play with while she rubs herself watching the men play with her daughter's tight cunny.
I think back to when I was a disobedient girl entering her teens and mother would threaten us with daddy's wrath, he was the disciplinarian, with not one but two girls growing into young women, the sort of girls that teased men for you know what and sweets and it was for that I awaited daddy's hand of God.
I was led upstairs to the satisfaction of my Irish mother who herself had marks on her back from her own father's tough and unforgiving discipline, unwanted pregnancies back then brought shame and disgrace on a scale that girls were marked with a masculine brutality to keep them on the straight and narrow.
Daddy was of a different ilk, he was a talker, being an educated man pointing out the if's and but's about doing certain things, and after which he would to satisfy mother's listening ears, lift my skirts and take my panties down, lay me across his knees and gently paddle my wobbly girlish cheeks and feel between soft thighs and finger my wet cunny until I came.
I loved my daddy for that and he loved me for being a good and obedient daughter.
With my daughter away at University and my son, three years her junior, I took him and his close friend on a weeks holiday to the seaside, as a treat for being on my own.
One morning at the B&B where we stayed I went into the shared bathroom and caught his friend showering, he did look delicious to this thirty something's old eyes. What I liked was he never made any attempt to cover himself as I looked at him and my mind cleared any protest I might consider, I mean, why should men be the only only ones to dine on fresh meat that smell as nice as they taste sugary and sweet.
'If you can keep a secret I could shower with you', here I paused momentarily as I undid my house coat to reveal my naked and wanting body underneath, and watch his eyes go saucer shaped, 'and lots more that a woman can do to a boy', I continued, my voice thick with my need for him.
His nod was sufficient to see my housecoat fall to my feet and open the shower door and squeeze in beside him. His penis was thick and longer than my son's cock, as I held it and forced it down and in between my thighs, where it sprang back of its own accord and went right inside my open cunt.
We humped like a couple of seals the wetness from my pussy drowned by the water spraying onto our convulsing bodies as we copulated, r****g a c***dlike man was a newbie for me, and I suddenly enjoyed the title as I ground down on his cock and squashed my clitoris on his pubic bone for more depth of feeling. I held his hair and forced his mouth back and licked his whole face like a tigress as my orgasms overwhelmed me until completion and exhaustion.
I threw my housecoat back on and opened the bathroom door to find my son standing in front of me, with his friend still in the shower and clearly distressed, 'Did you like what you heard', I asked him, he was staring at my naked body and his friend's fresh semen running from my happy cunt?
He did not answer so I leaned in and pressed my breasts against his bare chest and kissed my son on his mouth before walking back to my room to get dressed.
As weird as this sounds, we changed room and all shared the same new room, with a larger bed, my son fucked his mother as his friend spit roasted me, then swapped ends, the way I have always known a woman should be fucked, with the family bit just a bit of spice to the thought.
The rattle of the milk bottles disturbed my train of thought and I rose to go back to the window in time to see him move away. The sun had risen and was illuminating my window, so in the interest of decency I went back to the computer to write, using my experiences and substituting my daughter as me so men reading it would think she was the author and I might put some photos in there so they can see how beautiful she is, then again, I have lots of nudes of myself and it would be nice to rub myself off reading men's comments about my pussy and what they want to do to it.
I could do with him right now, just for a rough fuck over my table to dull the passion inside my wet cunt. It's been five weeks now since my husband left and fully developed woman needs to fuck regularly and right now, as I light a cigarette and stand there, albeit in the dark, it feels good to know my horniness is braving my compulsive urge to hide.
I draw deeply on my cigarette and feel my moistness run from me, my pussy is overactive, my mind is saying I am going to let the milkman see me and I like the excitement that coarsens through me at such a though and my eyes drift to my front door where the empties are lying, ten minutes and it will be done and dusted, that's sex for you and that's the sort of sex women crave, being taken by a stranger and pumped full of his semen, God, what it must have been like before women had the pill to stop unnecessary pregnancies?
His cart appears two houses away and I watch as he walks up to the house to exchange bottles, my vaginal trickle has run down to my knee and I fell between my thighs, I'm very swollen and sensitive and a greater urge runs through me like an electric shock and I groan loudly, my feelings are overcoming my need for sex so I turn and take the few steps to the front door and open it slightly and walk back, still naked, and stand in front of the window and wait for him.
I wonder if he has a big cock, long and thick, the way I like my men as I say when I chat online to other men before watching them jack off as I watch and encourage.
He now is at the drive of the house next door and he looks at my window as he walks up their path to their door. I both feel and hear my heart pounding, did he see me in the darkness, I only realise I am rubbing myself as our eyes meet as he walks, he would have seen a naked woman masturbating at her front window and that thought makes me wetter, if that could be possible.
There is silence, I hear nothing and he has disappeared, then I realise as I look over to where their front door is he has gone inside and I am angry, my promise of a fuck has been hijacked by my horny neighbour, who's husband has also gone to work offshore. I inwardly laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, who would have guessed the odds that two women living next door to each other had the same frustrations and ideas to fuck the milkman, then I feel angry when I realise she has me every time, she is 20 years younger than I, fuck my daughter is almost ages with her, and that gives me an idea.
I sit by my computer, my door to the world of perverted men looking for horny women to ****, sodomize and gang-bang, don't get me wrong, some of us are so fucking desperate we will go and meet you for such a session, but I usually use a very good vibrator and get off sufficiently to stop me getting myself into dangerous situations.
I have visited hotel rooms downtown for sex, after phoning ahead to confirm they were who they said they were when we chatted online. I never charge after being shown their wares, like I say, long and thick, does the trick and the fucking is both fulfilling and satisfactory.
I need to write something for today's blog to horny men, a mother offering her nubile u******e daughter for men to play with while she rubs herself watching the men play with her daughter's tight cunny.
I think back to when I was a disobedient girl entering her teens and mother would threaten us with daddy's wrath, he was the disciplinarian, with not one but two girls growing into young women, the sort of girls that teased men for you know what and sweets and it was for that I awaited daddy's hand of God.
I was led upstairs to the satisfaction of my Irish mother who herself had marks on her back from her own father's tough and unforgiving discipline, unwanted pregnancies back then brought shame and disgrace on a scale that girls were marked with a masculine brutality to keep them on the straight and narrow.
Daddy was of a different ilk, he was a talker, being an educated man pointing out the if's and but's about doing certain things, and after which he would to satisfy mother's listening ears, lift my skirts and take my panties down, lay me across his knees and gently paddle my wobbly girlish cheeks and feel between soft thighs and finger my wet cunny until I came.
I loved my daddy for that and he loved me for being a good and obedient daughter.
With my daughter away at University and my son, three years her junior, I took him and his close friend on a weeks holiday to the seaside, as a treat for being on my own.
One morning at the B&B where we stayed I went into the shared bathroom and caught his friend showering, he did look delicious to this thirty something's old eyes. What I liked was he never made any attempt to cover himself as I looked at him and my mind cleared any protest I might consider, I mean, why should men be the only only ones to dine on fresh meat that smell as nice as they taste sugary and sweet.
'If you can keep a secret I could shower with you', here I paused momentarily as I undid my house coat to reveal my naked and wanting body underneath, and watch his eyes go saucer shaped, 'and lots more that a woman can do to a boy', I continued, my voice thick with my need for him.
His nod was sufficient to see my housecoat fall to my feet and open the shower door and squeeze in beside him. His penis was thick and longer than my son's cock, as I held it and forced it down and in between my thighs, where it sprang back of its own accord and went right inside my open cunt.
We humped like a couple of seals the wetness from my pussy drowned by the water spraying onto our convulsing bodies as we copulated, r****g a c***dlike man was a newbie for me, and I suddenly enjoyed the title as I ground down on his cock and squashed my clitoris on his pubic bone for more depth of feeling. I held his hair and forced his mouth back and licked his whole face like a tigress as my orgasms overwhelmed me until completion and exhaustion.
I threw my housecoat back on and opened the bathroom door to find my son standing in front of me, with his friend still in the shower and clearly distressed, 'Did you like what you heard', I asked him, he was staring at my naked body and his friend's fresh semen running from my happy cunt?
He did not answer so I leaned in and pressed my breasts against his bare chest and kissed my son on his mouth before walking back to my room to get dressed.
As weird as this sounds, we changed room and all shared the same new room, with a larger bed, my son fucked his mother as his friend spit roasted me, then swapped ends, the way I have always known a woman should be fucked, with the family bit just a bit of spice to the thought.
The rattle of the milk bottles disturbed my train of thought and I rose to go back to the window in time to see him move away. The sun had risen and was illuminating my window, so in the interest of decency I went back to the computer to write, using my experiences and substituting my daughter as me so men reading it would think she was the author and I might put some photos in there so they can see how beautiful she is, then again, I have lots of nudes of myself and it would be nice to rub myself off reading men's comments about my pussy and what they want to do to it.
Annalisa
- 21.07.2022
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