A Well Lived Life Book 6 Kara IChapter 10 A Trip to Milford Part II
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This young guy likes to fuck aged moms, that’s his hobby, he places his dating application in the internet and sends messages to lots of hot and horny babes over 40, he arranges a meeting with them and fucks their horny and wet pussies, he’s having a really good time!
Though I am 24 I like when women are older that me. But how can I stir their feelings? It is not possible just to come over to such a ma’am and say: “Girl, I wanna see you home!” It simply doesn’t work with them.
Last week I tried another way. At the dating site I found 10 women of 40-50 years old. I copied one and the same message 10 times, and sent them on Saturday.
Ann, 41, was the first to reply. It was Monday. She arranged a meeting in the evening. I got 15 minutes late – it was rush hour. After waiting for her for another 15 minutes, I dared to ask a woman of age sitting two tables away from me if she was Ann, she gave me such a look… So the evening sucks.
Tuesday.
A message from Georgia, 45. Her first question was:
-What’s your size?
-Which one will suit you? – Was my immediate answer.
-You wrote to me and my sister. If you have a big one, then you’ll meet with my sister, if you have an average size, then you suit me.
-I’d say it’s more average than big, some 7 inches.
-It suits me perfectly. Here is my address. But I wanna warn you beforehand, my weight is 235 lb. I have DDD and big nipples, they get even bigger when you suck them. I need three times in a row, at least. No everyone is ready for that…
-It’s fine, I’m not scared, - I said.
We met in the evening. Her home was very far away from mine, I had to cover so many miles to reach there. Georgia was really huge, unembraceable, sort of. We got to the main point not wasting time. I saw she was all wet. I… could not reach her pussy from the top. We tried the doggy style. I entered her. Man, I felt nothing.
-7 inches, but it feels like you have no more than 2 in diameter, - that’s what she told me.
- You sound like a shop assistant…
-I am. It’s ok; I haven’t been with a man for so long, so I’m leaking. It’s difficult to find anyone who would agree to fuck me. Go on, take your time, the cunt will get swollen, and become tighter. If it doesn’t feel good anyway, try butt-fucking.
-I’ll be fine.
30 minutes past. She was grunting like a sow, then came twice. I didn’t come at all. That’s my style, actually. I’ve always liked to take my time. And I never have problems with boner. My dick can be hard as a rock for 6 hours or more.
Then she sucked, I finally came. She gave me her breasts to pinch nipples. I was pinching, she was moaning, I pinched harder, she moaned louder, almost cried, we went on and on… It was real sadism, but it really turned me, so in awhile I turned her with the back facing me and impaled her again. I came immediately. In another 30 minutes I came another time. And then more… We continued till 3 o’clock in the morning. That was fun. She was grunting like a pig, neighbors were shouting. I had to go to work in the morning, damn, it was difficult, my legs were trembling and I was sleepy.
Wednesday.
Lunch time. Another Letter. Margaret, 48.
-What I liked about you is that you were the only one who didn’t describe how he would do me. But as much as I get, you’re interested in sex as well. - She wrote.
-Yeah, babe, you’re right.
-You know, I’m so much older than you, that’s a bit confusing… My son is 24 too. But let’s give us a try. All I can offer you is oral sex. When I suck you, you must have a condom on
-I do not insist, but don’t reject your offers either…
-Then we’ll meet at 10 am. It is the first date, so don’t hope for anything more that talking.
-Oh, sureee.
Fuck the job, I arrived at the place in time. A woman came to my car. She looked good. She wasn’t fat, of course, she wasn’t young either, but… First we talked. Usual women’s bullshit about a husband who chose a younger girl to live with, about her life, son, grandc***dren, no place and time for regular dating. Bla-bla-bla…
I couldn’t handle it anymore and started the car.
-Where are we going?
-Just driving around…
-Ok, but don’t get too far…
-Yes, MA’AM.
All the way she kept on talking. She definitely needed someone to cry on his shoulder. I nodded approvingly. We went out of town. I saw a small wood. The weather was terrific, the sun was shining. It was early autumn. Leaves were yellow, looked like golden. She finally got distracted from her stories and looked around.
-Young man we had a deal. – She began whining.
-Just as you’ve asked…
-But I’m not ready yet…
-Oh, c’mon. People of your age are fond of talking shit instead of doing something they want. Take your raincoat off.
Not giving her time to say a single word or contemplate over the situation, I helped her with the coat, leaned upon her lowering the seat in the car. She was breathing heavily. I was a man. First kissed her on the lips, then fondled her boobs (C-cups), her belly with three large birthmarks, took off her panties, she wasn’t really wet. That didn’t stop me.
I licked my palm, brushed it against my penis, and rammed it into her. She was moaning. I kept over and over again. She kept on moaning. I went on harder, faster. She came. I did too, trying to get deeper in her. That was enough for that day, especially after that meeting with shop assistant the day before.
-You used me. I don’t wanna meet with you anymore.
-As you wish. Whenever you wanna get fucked, call me. – I replied.
I took her home.
Thursday.
Another message from Georgia: “I miss you so much, I’m all wet again, you’re such a great lover…” Fuck you, fat bitch. She is as mad as a sow, but that doesn’t mean I’m supposed to die owning her fat ass!
Then I got a letter from Tanya. She told me something about spiritual unity, bla-bla-bla… she really wanted to know whether I was rich or not… how boring. Fuck you too, Tanya! The day sucks.
Friday.
The first message. She asked me to call her.
-Hello, who is it?
-Elephant…
Lisa, 44, had rather contagious laughter. She was still in bed, her husband was out working… she needed sex. She asked me if I could help her out… Me? You bet! Anyway, she turned out to be a professional phone masturbator. She came twice in 30 minutes of our conversation. She said I was a good boy and could call her some other time again. And then she hung up the phone. She was satisfied while my cock was still hard on. I didn’t cum, though my balls were full. Sex on the phone – no, thank you. That’s not for me.
Another massage: “You should be ashamed, young man! I’m an old woman, I need someone to help me, and you…” That was my number seven on the list. She was about 50. I shouldn’t have chosen such old women at all. I’m not sure if women of such AGE remember how old they are, where their vagina is and what it is for…
Friday, lunch time.
Barbara, 48, a secondary school teacher. She was my number 8 that week. We turned out to be living in neighboring districts. She seemed to be calm, not kinky. She gave me her phone number, we agreed to meet in an hour. When I arrived at the place I saw an ugly woman in track suit pants, she was going in my direction. An idea struck me: “She will be my last teacher ever.” My hand reached to switch on the ignition. She came up to me and asked how she could get to the city hall. Damn it.
“Are you John?” There was a woman standing in front of. Oh, boy, she really looked like my mom: the same big brown eyes, the same curly hair, the same figure, the same breasts looking somewhat straight head.
We went to a café. I couldn’t start a conversation. I’m usually very talkative, but that time it seemed I was talking to my mom. She was also shy. This way we spent our first hour together. Finally, she proposed to go to her place, drink some tea… “If my son or my husband comes, we’ll say you’re father or brother of one of my students, ok?”
In half an hour I was sitting in her kitchen drinking tea and listening to some nice classical music. Barbara was on her knees sucking my dick. Seemed, she had never tried anything better in her life. She licked the shaft looking out of the fly, my balls. After squeezing my testicles in her hands, she drew the foreskin back and sucked the head in her mouth. I felt her tongue fondle my dick head, while she was eating my cock deeper and deeper. It pressed against her tonsils and she mooed like a cow.
God, I had never felt such bliss before!!! Her vibrating throat made me cum so hard that I almost lost consciousness, and Barbara almost choked.
She looked at me: “I desperately wanted to do it, it’s been so long since I did it last. Thank you.” I touched her cheek, her hair. She put her head on my knee, closed her eyes. It was the first time during that week that I felt something like tenderness. I felt she meant something for me, like I finally found what I had been looking for.
My hands never stopped caressing her, she was like a big cat bending under my touch, purring. I don’t know how long it lasted. I don’t remember what else we did. But I still feel her smell, her moisture, softness of her skin, color of her skin, her hair, I feel her breath, her heart beat.
An annoying bang on the door broke off the pleasure. She came to her senses, looked at me and said it was her husband. It meant I had to leave. We didn’t hurry, anyway. I took my time to dress up, she put on her dressing gown. She smoothed her hair and opened the door.
-Oh, it’s you! – I saw her kiss the newcomer on the cheek. – We didn’t hear you ring, the TV was on. Meet John Downy, brother of Matthew Downy, my student. And this is my husband, Mr. Geoffrey Roberts.
-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you too. I gotta go.
-Well, Mr. Downy, I’ll call you then later if we face any problems.
-Yes, sure.
It was Friday, end of the week. It was a hectic week. It was time for rest. It was week end.
Though I am 24 I like when women are older that me. But how can I stir their feelings? It is not possible just to come over to such a ma’am and say: “Girl, I wanna see you home!” It simply doesn’t work with them.
Last week I tried another way. At the dating site I found 10 women of 40-50 years old. I copied one and the same message 10 times, and sent them on Saturday.
Ann, 41, was the first to reply. It was Monday. She arranged a meeting in the evening. I got 15 minutes late – it was rush hour. After waiting for her for another 15 minutes, I dared to ask a woman of age sitting two tables away from me if she was Ann, she gave me such a look… So the evening sucks.
Tuesday.
A message from Georgia, 45. Her first question was:
-What’s your size?
-Which one will suit you? – Was my immediate answer.
-You wrote to me and my sister. If you have a big one, then you’ll meet with my sister, if you have an average size, then you suit me.
-I’d say it’s more average than big, some 7 inches.
-It suits me perfectly. Here is my address. But I wanna warn you beforehand, my weight is 235 lb. I have DDD and big nipples, they get even bigger when you suck them. I need three times in a row, at least. No everyone is ready for that…
-It’s fine, I’m not scared, - I said.
We met in the evening. Her home was very far away from mine, I had to cover so many miles to reach there. Georgia was really huge, unembraceable, sort of. We got to the main point not wasting time. I saw she was all wet. I… could not reach her pussy from the top. We tried the doggy style. I entered her. Man, I felt nothing.
-7 inches, but it feels like you have no more than 2 in diameter, - that’s what she told me.
- You sound like a shop assistant…
-I am. It’s ok; I haven’t been with a man for so long, so I’m leaking. It’s difficult to find anyone who would agree to fuck me. Go on, take your time, the cunt will get swollen, and become tighter. If it doesn’t feel good anyway, try butt-fucking.
-I’ll be fine.
30 minutes past. She was grunting like a sow, then came twice. I didn’t come at all. That’s my style, actually. I’ve always liked to take my time. And I never have problems with boner. My dick can be hard as a rock for 6 hours or more.
Then she sucked, I finally came. She gave me her breasts to pinch nipples. I was pinching, she was moaning, I pinched harder, she moaned louder, almost cried, we went on and on… It was real sadism, but it really turned me, so in awhile I turned her with the back facing me and impaled her again. I came immediately. In another 30 minutes I came another time. And then more… We continued till 3 o’clock in the morning. That was fun. She was grunting like a pig, neighbors were shouting. I had to go to work in the morning, damn, it was difficult, my legs were trembling and I was sleepy.
Wednesday.
Lunch time. Another Letter. Margaret, 48.
-What I liked about you is that you were the only one who didn’t describe how he would do me. But as much as I get, you’re interested in sex as well. - She wrote.
-Yeah, babe, you’re right.
-You know, I’m so much older than you, that’s a bit confusing… My son is 24 too. But let’s give us a try. All I can offer you is oral sex. When I suck you, you must have a condom on
-I do not insist, but don’t reject your offers either…
-Then we’ll meet at 10 am. It is the first date, so don’t hope for anything more that talking.
-Oh, sureee.
Fuck the job, I arrived at the place in time. A woman came to my car. She looked good. She wasn’t fat, of course, she wasn’t young either, but… First we talked. Usual women’s bullshit about a husband who chose a younger girl to live with, about her life, son, grandc***dren, no place and time for regular dating. Bla-bla-bla…
I couldn’t handle it anymore and started the car.
-Where are we going?
-Just driving around…
-Ok, but don’t get too far…
-Yes, MA’AM.
All the way she kept on talking. She definitely needed someone to cry on his shoulder. I nodded approvingly. We went out of town. I saw a small wood. The weather was terrific, the sun was shining. It was early autumn. Leaves were yellow, looked like golden. She finally got distracted from her stories and looked around.
-Young man we had a deal. – She began whining.
-Just as you’ve asked…
-But I’m not ready yet…
-Oh, c’mon. People of your age are fond of talking shit instead of doing something they want. Take your raincoat off.
Not giving her time to say a single word or contemplate over the situation, I helped her with the coat, leaned upon her lowering the seat in the car. She was breathing heavily. I was a man. First kissed her on the lips, then fondled her boobs (C-cups), her belly with three large birthmarks, took off her panties, she wasn’t really wet. That didn’t stop me.
I licked my palm, brushed it against my penis, and rammed it into her. She was moaning. I kept over and over again. She kept on moaning. I went on harder, faster. She came. I did too, trying to get deeper in her. That was enough for that day, especially after that meeting with shop assistant the day before.
-You used me. I don’t wanna meet with you anymore.
-As you wish. Whenever you wanna get fucked, call me. – I replied.
I took her home.
Thursday.
Another message from Georgia: “I miss you so much, I’m all wet again, you’re such a great lover…” Fuck you, fat bitch. She is as mad as a sow, but that doesn’t mean I’m supposed to die owning her fat ass!
Then I got a letter from Tanya. She told me something about spiritual unity, bla-bla-bla… she really wanted to know whether I was rich or not… how boring. Fuck you too, Tanya! The day sucks.
Friday.
The first message. She asked me to call her.
-Hello, who is it?
-Elephant…
Lisa, 44, had rather contagious laughter. She was still in bed, her husband was out working… she needed sex. She asked me if I could help her out… Me? You bet! Anyway, she turned out to be a professional phone masturbator. She came twice in 30 minutes of our conversation. She said I was a good boy and could call her some other time again. And then she hung up the phone. She was satisfied while my cock was still hard on. I didn’t cum, though my balls were full. Sex on the phone – no, thank you. That’s not for me.
Another massage: “You should be ashamed, young man! I’m an old woman, I need someone to help me, and you…” That was my number seven on the list. She was about 50. I shouldn’t have chosen such old women at all. I’m not sure if women of such AGE remember how old they are, where their vagina is and what it is for…
Friday, lunch time.
Barbara, 48, a secondary school teacher. She was my number 8 that week. We turned out to be living in neighboring districts. She seemed to be calm, not kinky. She gave me her phone number, we agreed to meet in an hour. When I arrived at the place I saw an ugly woman in track suit pants, she was going in my direction. An idea struck me: “She will be my last teacher ever.” My hand reached to switch on the ignition. She came up to me and asked how she could get to the city hall. Damn it.
“Are you John?” There was a woman standing in front of. Oh, boy, she really looked like my mom: the same big brown eyes, the same curly hair, the same figure, the same breasts looking somewhat straight head.
We went to a café. I couldn’t start a conversation. I’m usually very talkative, but that time it seemed I was talking to my mom. She was also shy. This way we spent our first hour together. Finally, she proposed to go to her place, drink some tea… “If my son or my husband comes, we’ll say you’re father or brother of one of my students, ok?”
In half an hour I was sitting in her kitchen drinking tea and listening to some nice classical music. Barbara was on her knees sucking my dick. Seemed, she had never tried anything better in her life. She licked the shaft looking out of the fly, my balls. After squeezing my testicles in her hands, she drew the foreskin back and sucked the head in her mouth. I felt her tongue fondle my dick head, while she was eating my cock deeper and deeper. It pressed against her tonsils and she mooed like a cow.
God, I had never felt such bliss before!!! Her vibrating throat made me cum so hard that I almost lost consciousness, and Barbara almost choked.
She looked at me: “I desperately wanted to do it, it’s been so long since I did it last. Thank you.” I touched her cheek, her hair. She put her head on my knee, closed her eyes. It was the first time during that week that I felt something like tenderness. I felt she meant something for me, like I finally found what I had been looking for.
My hands never stopped caressing her, she was like a big cat bending under my touch, purring. I don’t know how long it lasted. I don’t remember what else we did. But I still feel her smell, her moisture, softness of her skin, color of her skin, her hair, I feel her breath, her heart beat.
An annoying bang on the door broke off the pleasure. She came to her senses, looked at me and said it was her husband. It meant I had to leave. We didn’t hurry, anyway. I took my time to dress up, she put on her dressing gown. She smoothed her hair and opened the door.
-Oh, it’s you! – I saw her kiss the newcomer on the cheek. – We didn’t hear you ring, the TV was on. Meet John Downy, brother of Matthew Downy, my student. And this is my husband, Mr. Geoffrey Roberts.
-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you too. I gotta go.
-Well, Mr. Downy, I’ll call you then later if we face any problems.
-Yes, sure.
It was Friday, end of the week. It was a hectic week. It was time for rest. It was week end.
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