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My dad and mom loved to play Bridge, and they had a group of three other couples--their Card Club-- who played together every week at our house. I was very interested in learning the game. When I turned sixteen, my parents let me watch them play. Occasionally, I got a chance to sit in for a few hands, while one of the men took a break to make drinks or go to the bathroom. I was an apt pupil and picked the game up quickly. Although my bidding was a bit quirky, I discovered I had a natural aptitude for playing the hand and enjoyed pulling off a tough bid with a nifty finesse.
One of the moms, Etta, was very complimentary of my play and frequently encouraged her husband to let me sit in for him--often sending him off to refresh her drink so she could play with me. Etta was quite a good player herself, was patient with my bidding mistakes and always had a tip or two--or a compliment--after I played a bid we had won. "You can play with me anytime," she often declared, as I left the chair so her husband could rejoin the game.
Etta was about 5' 4" and a very foxy, short-haired, "dirty" blonde package with a slender but curvaceous figure and a drop-dead gorgeous ass. Picture Chloe Foster with short dirty blonde hair as a 40-year-old milf and you would not be far off. Etta had a really enticing, melodious voice that just made love to your ears. And, whenever she said “You can play with me anytime” I couldn’t help but imagine something much more than just a card game. I was "in lust" with her. As I was later to discover, she was hot for me too, and the “play with me” line actually was a deliberate double entendre intended to inspire sexual fantasies about her. It worked. I would masturbate after every Card Club meeting, fantasizing about all the dirty, nasty things I would like to do with and to her.
A couple of years passed, and I continued to sit in on the Card Club games frequently, often playing with Etta as my partner. I was now 18, a senior in high school, and a virgin who didn't want to be one. Getting any further than second base at the Catholic high school I attended, however, was an unusual event --at least for any of the guys I hung out with. There were very few girls in the school who actually would put out. And, frankly, you wouldn't want most of those who did. So "horny" was our middle name.
One night, as I was studying in the kitchen while awaiting a chance to sit in on a hand at the Card Club, Etta came in to mix herself a drink while she was waiting for a rubber to end at the next table she was scheduled to join. "Your mom tells me you think you may want to become a lawyer someday," she said. Etta was a secretary at a prominent local law firm. "Quite possibly," I replied. Etta responded: "Well, why don't you come down to my law firm and chat with the senior partner I work for about his experiences. You might find it interesting." "I'd love to do that," I answered. So Etta arranged a visit during my lunch break the next week. I enjoyed hearing about what her boss did on a day to day basis and his tips for getting into a good law school. As Etta walked me out to the door after my luncheon chat, she invited me to come back the next day to talk to another partner so I could get “another perspective.” I agreed to do so.
When I arrived the next day, however, Etta advised that the partner had to cancel, as he had been called away unexpectedly to court. Flashing a bit of cleavage, Etta said: "Let's use the opportunity to get better acquainted. Let me buy you lunch." I was happy to accept her invitation. Etta took me to a nearby hotel and, instead of heading to the dining room, she lead me in the opposite direction to an elevator and up to a room. "This will allow us more privacy for a chat," she explained, "We can order lunch in the room." I was happy to follow her lead and, although quite nervous, was hoping to get something much more than just a luncheon conversation out of our encounter.
After we entered, Etta handed me the hotel guidebook and invited me to check out the lunch menu while she visited the ladies room. When she emerged, she was stark naked and asked: "Would you be interested in lunching on any of this?" Etta offered an erotic display of her lovely, tan-lined tits, slender hips and dirty blonde bush, cropped in a neat triangle pointing down to, and inviting entrance into, the folds of her pink pussy lips. Then she slowly turned to offer a view of her shapely back, slender hips and awesome ass, which she shimmied delicioiusly for me. Etta then broke into a dirty, filthy, alluring dance that shivered her tits and twitched her ass cheeks delightfully, inviting exploration of her lithe and lovely body.
My mouth was agape as Etta moved towards me after ending her dance. She came right up to me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I had no idea what to do with my hands. Etta helped me, moving them down to her ass. Then she took my head in her hands and guided my mouth to her left breast. That was all the encouragement I needed. I grabbed her buns with both hands, suckled her left tit hungrily and moved on to the other. Then I kissed my way down her body to her belly button, which was deliciously deep, and I licked and sucked it greedily. Etta sighed with erotic satisfaction as I did so. I had no clue what to do with her bush, so Etta guided me again, taking the two middle fingers of my right hand and sliding them through her dirty blonde girl fur and into her pussy which, I discovered, was already wet as rain. Her love juices splashed on my hands and thoroughly coated my fingers. As I slithered them to and fro in her love slit, Etta whimpered her pleasure. She was one very hot, very, very horny milf bitch!!!
Etta directed me to get a good taste of her pussy by sucking my fingers clean, which I did. Then she placed her index finger under my chin and, with it, led me all the way back up to her mouth, enjoying a taste of her own musk as she explored my tongue with her own. When she broke off our French Kiss, Etta began undressing me from top to bottom. She licked and sucked my tits, teasing my nipples to erection, then removed my shirt and, after offing my pants and undies as well, knelt before me and voraciously took my cock in her mouth. OMG ! What a slice of heaven! Etta's soft as velvet lips, lascivious tongue and hungry mouth moved greedily over my seven-inch cock. Lick up, flick the tip, cover the head with her mouth, seal the cock with her lips and plunge down hard to the hilt. Over and over and over again! This milf bitch knew how to give head expertly-- and absolutely relished doing it. I not only immensely enjoyed feeling her blowjob, but also took great pleasure in watching it, as her short blonde hair gave me a totally unimpeded view of all her awesome oral antics. After Etta's experienced tongue and lips continued their worship at the altar of my young cock and balls for ten minutes, I could no longer control myself and just exploded into her mouth. Etta initially gagged on my cum and recoiled, causing some of my jism to splash onto her lovely face. But Etta recovered quickly and claimed most of my cum with her throat. She was, after all, a very experienced cocksucker and was not the least bit put off by being facialized by my creamy young cum.
After Etta had licked the remnants of my love juices off my cock with her tongue, and wiped her face clean with the edge of a bed sheet, she gave me a warm smile, told me how much she had enjoyed feeling my cock "grow in my mouth” and "swallowing your cum." She asked if I was still a virgin. When I admitted to it, her face lit up with apparent pleasure at the news. Etta gave me a crooked smile and declared, “You won’t be one for long.” Etta quickly resurrected my cock with her hands, tongue and lips. When I was again rock hard, and it didn’t take long, she mounted me quickly in the cowgirl position. Etta gave me a very lascivious smile, her eyes gleaming with lust. It was obvious that she was just desperate to feel my young dick inside her juicy pussy. OMG! Another slice of heaven! Etta's eyes rolled back in her head and she squealed with delight as she humped me hard! Harder! HARDER! She raised herself as high on my cock as she could go without losing touch with my penis, paused ever so slightly at the apex of her hump and then hammered herself down to the hilt of my dick, panting and whimpering noisily as she experienced the full length of my rock hard, long schlong deep in her milf twat. She slithered up and down, up and down, over and over and over again until her whimpers abruptly stopped as her feverish fucking generated an especially hard landing. Etta went silent for several seconds--just like a little k** building up to a horrible scream-- and then released a chilling orgasmic yelp the likes of which I had never heard before. I initially thought I had hurt her. But then Etta giggled like a little girl who had just opened a fantastic Christmas present and squirted, her face contorting with such obvious pleasure that I knew she was having a grand time. Her body shuddered as she totally lost control, splashing her mature love juices all over my cock and belly, her tits flapping and belly shuddering.
I was initially mesmerized by Etta's orgasmic transformation and cries of passion but then instinctively took control of her petite body, flipped her onto her back and began pounding her pussy. She was practically light as a feather on my cock, so I could control her easily. Etta took great pleasure in the fact that my lust for her had compelled me to seize control of our coupling, and she was thrilled to be just passionately TAKEN, just USED by my young cock, which rutted in and out of her frantically. Etta moaned and groaned loudly and extended her orgasm—or maybe had another—I could not tell which. Gasping for air, she exclaimed: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh My God! Don’t stop!”
I pulled Etta to the edge of the bed and repositioned her to gain better leverage for my cock and easier purchase of her juicy pussy, as well as a clear view of her beautiful face and its carnal contortions. Etta spread her legs high and wide to allow me the deepest possible penetration of the folds of her warm, wet pussy lips, then wrapped her legs tightly around me and used her Kegel muscles to tighten her snatch's grip on my cock. Every third stroke she would imprison my dick with her twat, hold me captive for a couple of seconds, and then release me to deliver yet another powerful stroke. Oh was that a sweet detention!
For revenge, I doubled the speed and intensity of my thrusts inside her. This caused Etta to offer free rein of her pussy and launched her into a series of incomprehensible orgasmic utterances, which prompted my own release. I came hard, grunting spasmodically as my cock erupted like an explosive volcano into her-- sending my young sperm swimming feverishly to her mature eggs. What a mess of orgasmic slop I generated--way too much for her pussy to handle all at once. My copious cum, mingled with her own pubic slime, poured from her slippery twat, slithered down her curvy thighs and seeped onto the bedspread dampening it with wet spots and pools of our love juices. We just stared at one another, mouths agape, in wonder at the explosiveness of our coupling, too breathless to declare either our lust or our gratitude.
After our recovery, we went on for another half an hour—more slowly and sweetly--way beyond both of our lunch breaks, as I explored every inch of Etta's curvy body with my hands, fingers and mouth, paying special attention to the figure-eight bends, swells and curves of her hips and backside. They hypnotized me with erotic desire, and I planted several kisses on the small of her back and each cheek of her lovely ass. Her tush was so damn alluring! I could not help but give Etta a playful spanking and asked if she wanted more of my "young cock". That really pushed one of Etta's erotic buttons. She began moaning as I slapped her ass and growled something that sounded like a low-pitched, guttural "Pl-le-ase!" The lust and need in her voice as she begged for more gave me a rock hard erection. I bent over and kissed each cheek of her apple ass once again, causing her to shiver with delight. Then I finished her with a ferocious doggy, inducing a series of shrill shrieks and squeals as Etta climaxed while my love juices flooded her milf twat once more. I collapsed on top of her after we both came simultaneously. We were both exhausted by our intense joinder and fully satiated.
Despite her declaration that “I really do have to get back to work,” I resisted Etta's efforts to dress and go by successfully stealing her damp undies. I made a point of sniffing them deeply. “I love the smell and taste of your musk!,” I declared. Etta finally gave up her quest to retrieve her panties, told me I could keep them “as a souvenir," toweled her pussy clean and finished dressing. I adored every single move she made. It was sooooo fucking erotic watching this incredibly sexy older woman gradually cover up the awesome tits, pussy and ass that I had just HAD! When Etta finished dressing, all I wanted to do was tear her clothes off and start all over again. She was delighted that I was desperate for more of her but brushed off my further advances, gathered her purse and prepared to go.
Before she left, Etta told me that she was ashamed of herself for having fucked her friend’s son and told me we could never speak of this to anyone or ever do this again. “Your mother would just be appalled if she knew I had taken her son’s cherry.” I thanked Etta for having done precisely that. She stared back at me, smiled like a Cheshire cat that had just swallowed a canary, and replied that she had relished “every second" of the experience and “every inch” of my “big cock.” “But no more,” she emphasized. Then Etta kissed me passionately and exclaimed: “Thanks for the orgasms." She grinned: "You're officially a motherfucker now, young man!” I replied: “Etta, you were just fucktastic! Thank you." I looked deep into her eyes, brushed her right cheek with the back of my fingers, then cupped her chin in my right hand, pulled her lips to mine and kissed her sweetly. Etta gave me a little twitch of her alluring ass as she left, a smile adorning her beautiful blonde face as she turned back to blow me a kiss just before disappearing out the door.
I stayed right there in the room for another half hour, reliving every moment of the delightful experience in my mind, gloating over my lost virginity and conquest of Etta's pussy, and letting her "You're officially a motherfucker now" comment play over and over and over again in my memory. It would be weeks before the memory of our afternoon coupling stopped haunting me.
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One of the moms, Etta, was very complimentary of my play and frequently encouraged her husband to let me sit in for him--often sending him off to refresh her drink so she could play with me. Etta was quite a good player herself, was patient with my bidding mistakes and always had a tip or two--or a compliment--after I played a bid we had won. "You can play with me anytime," she often declared, as I left the chair so her husband could rejoin the game.
Etta was about 5' 4" and a very foxy, short-haired, "dirty" blonde package with a slender but curvaceous figure and a drop-dead gorgeous ass. Picture Chloe Foster with short dirty blonde hair as a 40-year-old milf and you would not be far off. Etta had a really enticing, melodious voice that just made love to your ears. And, whenever she said “You can play with me anytime” I couldn’t help but imagine something much more than just a card game. I was "in lust" with her. As I was later to discover, she was hot for me too, and the “play with me” line actually was a deliberate double entendre intended to inspire sexual fantasies about her. It worked. I would masturbate after every Card Club meeting, fantasizing about all the dirty, nasty things I would like to do with and to her.
A couple of years passed, and I continued to sit in on the Card Club games frequently, often playing with Etta as my partner. I was now 18, a senior in high school, and a virgin who didn't want to be one. Getting any further than second base at the Catholic high school I attended, however, was an unusual event --at least for any of the guys I hung out with. There were very few girls in the school who actually would put out. And, frankly, you wouldn't want most of those who did. So "horny" was our middle name.
One night, as I was studying in the kitchen while awaiting a chance to sit in on a hand at the Card Club, Etta came in to mix herself a drink while she was waiting for a rubber to end at the next table she was scheduled to join. "Your mom tells me you think you may want to become a lawyer someday," she said. Etta was a secretary at a prominent local law firm. "Quite possibly," I replied. Etta responded: "Well, why don't you come down to my law firm and chat with the senior partner I work for about his experiences. You might find it interesting." "I'd love to do that," I answered. So Etta arranged a visit during my lunch break the next week. I enjoyed hearing about what her boss did on a day to day basis and his tips for getting into a good law school. As Etta walked me out to the door after my luncheon chat, she invited me to come back the next day to talk to another partner so I could get “another perspective.” I agreed to do so.
When I arrived the next day, however, Etta advised that the partner had to cancel, as he had been called away unexpectedly to court. Flashing a bit of cleavage, Etta said: "Let's use the opportunity to get better acquainted. Let me buy you lunch." I was happy to accept her invitation. Etta took me to a nearby hotel and, instead of heading to the dining room, she lead me in the opposite direction to an elevator and up to a room. "This will allow us more privacy for a chat," she explained, "We can order lunch in the room." I was happy to follow her lead and, although quite nervous, was hoping to get something much more than just a luncheon conversation out of our encounter.
After we entered, Etta handed me the hotel guidebook and invited me to check out the lunch menu while she visited the ladies room. When she emerged, she was stark naked and asked: "Would you be interested in lunching on any of this?" Etta offered an erotic display of her lovely, tan-lined tits, slender hips and dirty blonde bush, cropped in a neat triangle pointing down to, and inviting entrance into, the folds of her pink pussy lips. Then she slowly turned to offer a view of her shapely back, slender hips and awesome ass, which she shimmied delicioiusly for me. Etta then broke into a dirty, filthy, alluring dance that shivered her tits and twitched her ass cheeks delightfully, inviting exploration of her lithe and lovely body.
My mouth was agape as Etta moved towards me after ending her dance. She came right up to me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I had no idea what to do with my hands. Etta helped me, moving them down to her ass. Then she took my head in her hands and guided my mouth to her left breast. That was all the encouragement I needed. I grabbed her buns with both hands, suckled her left tit hungrily and moved on to the other. Then I kissed my way down her body to her belly button, which was deliciously deep, and I licked and sucked it greedily. Etta sighed with erotic satisfaction as I did so. I had no clue what to do with her bush, so Etta guided me again, taking the two middle fingers of my right hand and sliding them through her dirty blonde girl fur and into her pussy which, I discovered, was already wet as rain. Her love juices splashed on my hands and thoroughly coated my fingers. As I slithered them to and fro in her love slit, Etta whimpered her pleasure. She was one very hot, very, very horny milf bitch!!!
Etta directed me to get a good taste of her pussy by sucking my fingers clean, which I did. Then she placed her index finger under my chin and, with it, led me all the way back up to her mouth, enjoying a taste of her own musk as she explored my tongue with her own. When she broke off our French Kiss, Etta began undressing me from top to bottom. She licked and sucked my tits, teasing my nipples to erection, then removed my shirt and, after offing my pants and undies as well, knelt before me and voraciously took my cock in her mouth. OMG ! What a slice of heaven! Etta's soft as velvet lips, lascivious tongue and hungry mouth moved greedily over my seven-inch cock. Lick up, flick the tip, cover the head with her mouth, seal the cock with her lips and plunge down hard to the hilt. Over and over and over again! This milf bitch knew how to give head expertly-- and absolutely relished doing it. I not only immensely enjoyed feeling her blowjob, but also took great pleasure in watching it, as her short blonde hair gave me a totally unimpeded view of all her awesome oral antics. After Etta's experienced tongue and lips continued their worship at the altar of my young cock and balls for ten minutes, I could no longer control myself and just exploded into her mouth. Etta initially gagged on my cum and recoiled, causing some of my jism to splash onto her lovely face. But Etta recovered quickly and claimed most of my cum with her throat. She was, after all, a very experienced cocksucker and was not the least bit put off by being facialized by my creamy young cum.
After Etta had licked the remnants of my love juices off my cock with her tongue, and wiped her face clean with the edge of a bed sheet, she gave me a warm smile, told me how much she had enjoyed feeling my cock "grow in my mouth” and "swallowing your cum." She asked if I was still a virgin. When I admitted to it, her face lit up with apparent pleasure at the news. Etta gave me a crooked smile and declared, “You won’t be one for long.” Etta quickly resurrected my cock with her hands, tongue and lips. When I was again rock hard, and it didn’t take long, she mounted me quickly in the cowgirl position. Etta gave me a very lascivious smile, her eyes gleaming with lust. It was obvious that she was just desperate to feel my young dick inside her juicy pussy. OMG! Another slice of heaven! Etta's eyes rolled back in her head and she squealed with delight as she humped me hard! Harder! HARDER! She raised herself as high on my cock as she could go without losing touch with my penis, paused ever so slightly at the apex of her hump and then hammered herself down to the hilt of my dick, panting and whimpering noisily as she experienced the full length of my rock hard, long schlong deep in her milf twat. She slithered up and down, up and down, over and over and over again until her whimpers abruptly stopped as her feverish fucking generated an especially hard landing. Etta went silent for several seconds--just like a little k** building up to a horrible scream-- and then released a chilling orgasmic yelp the likes of which I had never heard before. I initially thought I had hurt her. But then Etta giggled like a little girl who had just opened a fantastic Christmas present and squirted, her face contorting with such obvious pleasure that I knew she was having a grand time. Her body shuddered as she totally lost control, splashing her mature love juices all over my cock and belly, her tits flapping and belly shuddering.
I was initially mesmerized by Etta's orgasmic transformation and cries of passion but then instinctively took control of her petite body, flipped her onto her back and began pounding her pussy. She was practically light as a feather on my cock, so I could control her easily. Etta took great pleasure in the fact that my lust for her had compelled me to seize control of our coupling, and she was thrilled to be just passionately TAKEN, just USED by my young cock, which rutted in and out of her frantically. Etta moaned and groaned loudly and extended her orgasm—or maybe had another—I could not tell which. Gasping for air, she exclaimed: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh My God! Don’t stop!”
I pulled Etta to the edge of the bed and repositioned her to gain better leverage for my cock and easier purchase of her juicy pussy, as well as a clear view of her beautiful face and its carnal contortions. Etta spread her legs high and wide to allow me the deepest possible penetration of the folds of her warm, wet pussy lips, then wrapped her legs tightly around me and used her Kegel muscles to tighten her snatch's grip on my cock. Every third stroke she would imprison my dick with her twat, hold me captive for a couple of seconds, and then release me to deliver yet another powerful stroke. Oh was that a sweet detention!
For revenge, I doubled the speed and intensity of my thrusts inside her. This caused Etta to offer free rein of her pussy and launched her into a series of incomprehensible orgasmic utterances, which prompted my own release. I came hard, grunting spasmodically as my cock erupted like an explosive volcano into her-- sending my young sperm swimming feverishly to her mature eggs. What a mess of orgasmic slop I generated--way too much for her pussy to handle all at once. My copious cum, mingled with her own pubic slime, poured from her slippery twat, slithered down her curvy thighs and seeped onto the bedspread dampening it with wet spots and pools of our love juices. We just stared at one another, mouths agape, in wonder at the explosiveness of our coupling, too breathless to declare either our lust or our gratitude.
After our recovery, we went on for another half an hour—more slowly and sweetly--way beyond both of our lunch breaks, as I explored every inch of Etta's curvy body with my hands, fingers and mouth, paying special attention to the figure-eight bends, swells and curves of her hips and backside. They hypnotized me with erotic desire, and I planted several kisses on the small of her back and each cheek of her lovely ass. Her tush was so damn alluring! I could not help but give Etta a playful spanking and asked if she wanted more of my "young cock". That really pushed one of Etta's erotic buttons. She began moaning as I slapped her ass and growled something that sounded like a low-pitched, guttural "Pl-le-ase!" The lust and need in her voice as she begged for more gave me a rock hard erection. I bent over and kissed each cheek of her apple ass once again, causing her to shiver with delight. Then I finished her with a ferocious doggy, inducing a series of shrill shrieks and squeals as Etta climaxed while my love juices flooded her milf twat once more. I collapsed on top of her after we both came simultaneously. We were both exhausted by our intense joinder and fully satiated.
Despite her declaration that “I really do have to get back to work,” I resisted Etta's efforts to dress and go by successfully stealing her damp undies. I made a point of sniffing them deeply. “I love the smell and taste of your musk!,” I declared. Etta finally gave up her quest to retrieve her panties, told me I could keep them “as a souvenir," toweled her pussy clean and finished dressing. I adored every single move she made. It was sooooo fucking erotic watching this incredibly sexy older woman gradually cover up the awesome tits, pussy and ass that I had just HAD! When Etta finished dressing, all I wanted to do was tear her clothes off and start all over again. She was delighted that I was desperate for more of her but brushed off my further advances, gathered her purse and prepared to go.
Before she left, Etta told me that she was ashamed of herself for having fucked her friend’s son and told me we could never speak of this to anyone or ever do this again. “Your mother would just be appalled if she knew I had taken her son’s cherry.” I thanked Etta for having done precisely that. She stared back at me, smiled like a Cheshire cat that had just swallowed a canary, and replied that she had relished “every second" of the experience and “every inch” of my “big cock.” “But no more,” she emphasized. Then Etta kissed me passionately and exclaimed: “Thanks for the orgasms." She grinned: "You're officially a motherfucker now, young man!” I replied: “Etta, you were just fucktastic! Thank you." I looked deep into her eyes, brushed her right cheek with the back of my fingers, then cupped her chin in my right hand, pulled her lips to mine and kissed her sweetly. Etta gave me a little twitch of her alluring ass as she left, a smile adorning her beautiful blonde face as she turned back to blow me a kiss just before disappearing out the door.
I stayed right there in the room for another half hour, reliving every moment of the delightful experience in my mind, gloating over my lost virginity and conquest of Etta's pussy, and letting her "You're officially a motherfucker now" comment play over and over and over again in my memory. It would be weeks before the memory of our afternoon coupling stopped haunting me.
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