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This really happened to me when I was about 35 years old and around the mid 80's divorced and living on my own. I was driving taxis in the southwest of Sydney and had been for about 10 years and work normally Tuesday to Saturday nights. Anyway, one late afternoon I picked up a fare, she was about 50 year of age ... 5'9"/160lbs ... (175cm/75 kgs). She was a very pleasant woman with shoulder length blonde hair, nice face and body, and wearing a white t-shirt, which showed her 40D breasts better than some of the younger woman, and a reasonably tight pair of jeans.
During our conversation we started talking about how lonely she was. I said to her, "If you ever need someone to talk to I would be happy to."
As we got to her place she said that her name was Denise and I gave her mine. I gave her my phone numbers and said, "If you want to, call me anytime." As she walked up her drive I thought if only I could. My cock started to grow but and I thought I would not hear from her again.
Then about one month later I was out working and the radio operator called me and asked if I could call into the depot as he had a private message for me (he was not allowed to pass private messages over the 2 way radio). Later that night I called into the depot to pick up the message. He said, "Someone by the name of Denise called and said for you to give her a call," and handed me her phone number.
The next day I called her about 10am. I do remember it was a Wednesday. We talked for about 30mins when she said, "How would you like to meet me of a coffee?" I said, "I have a better idea, how would you like to come to my place for that coffee?" To which she agreed, but she said she would have trouble getting there, as she did not have car. I said "Don't worry I will get a cab to pick you up and I will pay for it." As it turns out, it was the owner of the cab that I drive for. He told her, "As it was for me don't worry about the fare."
It was about 11am ... there was a knock at the door. It was Denise and I invited her in and made coffee. We talked about anything and everything but nothing happened sexually that day. At that time she told me that she did not go out that much and that she pissed her husband off about 3 years ago and had not been involved with another man since. Time flew by and it was time to leave for work. I then called a cab and took her home. She said that she enjoyed my company.
I said, "So did I." I asked her, "Would you be interested in going out for
dinner?"
She said she would like that. We made arrangements for Sunday. I said, "I will
pick you up at 5pm."
I did talk to her on the phone Friday and she said that she was looking forward to our outing on Sunday. I said, "You pick the restaurant, and then after we could leave the rest of the night to go where ever you want or we could go back to my place." At first I thought she would ask why back to your place but I think she knew what would be in store for her she said, "That sounds great." So it was settled.
SUNDAY
I arrived at Denise's place around 5pm and she greeted me with a warm hello and a kiss on the cheek. She was still in her short pink silk robe and said, "Come in. I'm still getting ready. I won't be long. Would you like a coffee while you wait?"
"Yes. I would love one." And while we were in the kitchen she said, "Instead of going to a restaurant, what if we went to the club instead? There is a band there tonight and they are real good." I said "if that is what you want". As you have not been out for a while, I thought you could be the one to decide what we do tonight. It's your night." She thanked me as she handed me the coffee and went back to finish getting ready.
As I watched her disappear into the bedroom, I noticed there was a mirror on the wall that looked directly into her bedroom. She left the door open and the vision I saw, nearly caused me to blow my load. She took her robe off. She had on a white lacy strapless bra, which covered just under her nipples and very sheer white panties. She sprayed some perfume behind her ears, between the top of her panties, her navel and her boobs. I thought for a 50-year-old woman her body was magnificent. She had all the right curves in all the right places and just a hint of tummy fat. I would say from having her children. Then I saw her putting on a light strapless cotton floral dress that tied up around her neck. She came out to the kitchen holding the ties up over the head and said, "Can you tie this up for me?" As I tied them up she asked, "Will I do?"
I said, "Will you do is an understatement. You look absolutely gorgeous. You
look and smell that good I could eat you." When I said that she put her arms
around me, kissed and pressed her body into mine and her 40D tits hard against
my chest. This caused an immediate reaction. I grew and I knew that she could
feel my erection pressing into her. Reaching down she rubbed the now raging hard
on saying, "You naughty boy!" as I pressed even harder against her. With her
other hand giving me a slap on the arse, I said, "Now look who's talking? You're
the naughty one." And I gave her a slap on the bum in return.
As I stood back to admire her beauty again I noticed that the front of her dress was wet with her juices. I thought her panties must be saturated as you could even see the front of her dress wet and I knew I could not leave her in this way. Looking into her eyes, I kissed her and my mouth followed the contours of her neck. My hand ran over her covered tits until it traced her left nipple. My hand enjoyed the sensation of the hardened nipple and the softness of her tits. Undoing the thin straps from around her neck, I pulled the top of her dress down and there looking straight at me just above her bra were pink nipples just waiting to be popped into my mouth.
As soon as my lips touched her, the hardened bud she responded with a moaning sound. I moved my hands around her back to undo her bra and dropped it to the floor, while she grabbed the back of my head pulling me down onto her hard aching nipple. I sucked on it, devouring one nipple then the other.
I grasped both sides of her panties. She moved her legs slightly apart, allowing me to slide them down as she spreads her thighs, showing me her neatly trimmed and waxed pussy for the first time. I could feel her getting weak at the knees as she started to buckle under and I moved her to the lounge. She said, "Now that you have seen me in all my glory I want to see you."
I was out of my clothes in less than 30 seconds and as soon as she saw my cock she moved closer to reach out and, stroked my cock with her hand, and with her tongue slowly licked her way up my shaft to the top as if it was a lollipop and then pulling back the foreskin of my 7" uncut manhood. She covered just the tip with her mouth flicking her tongue across the top and then with one swift movement dropped her mouth down hard onto it taking me all the way down to my balls. I gasped in sheer delight every time she went down. I could feel her lips pressing tightly against my cock and as she withdrew. I could feel her teeth lightly up against the glands of my rock hard shaft. She gagged as I hit it against the back of her throat. Reluctantly I pulled out of her mouth not wanting to cum.
As I eased her down onto the floor, she spread her legs wide and I kissed her lips. I moved down to her big tits sucking hard on a ridged nipple, and with my fingers squeezing the other, kissing her all the way down to her glory hole. I found her love stick. I gently nipped at it, which causes spontaneous shivers of delight to travel to all her nerves. She said, "That's it. Lick it take it in that's what I need."
She raised her hips up allowing me to reach under and I lifted her butt off the floor inserting a finger into her rear hole. Once again it caused her to cry out loud, "Oooohhhh Fuck! That feels good." My finger pushed in hard adding to her excitement. "Mmmmm," she said.
With my mouth still lapping at her wetness and I could smell the perfumed fragrance between her legs that she had sprayed earlier and I admired the silky softness of her pussy. She jumped when she felt my tongue as it plunged deep inside her. I felt the velvet texture of her wet cavity. The wetness and smell of the perfumed fragrance. My tongue deep inside her. All sent both of us wild. I craved to have her mouth around my rock hard cock once more while I licked her sweet hole.
We move round into a 69 position. She was flat on her back and I hovered over her wet pussy so my tongue could work on her engorged clit while she once again did her magic on my steel rod. As I fucked her mouth my tongue hit the spot that made her shudder violently, crying out in sheer ecstasy. This forced her to push her hips up hard against my tongue as it buried deep into her wet tight hole and in a few minutes she started thrashing about pushing up even harder onto my tongue. I had difficulty keeping it in, working on the prize as her body began to shake wildly and uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic spasms tore hard through her sweat soaked body.
The inner muscles of her jaws locked down hard onto my now aching cock, wanting to feel its release. Devouring me like a vacuum she sucked harder and faster then she had done earlier. This time with a lot more force, as I felt my cock pulsating in her mouth I injected load after load of hot goo straight in to her waiting mouth. Shot after shot flew into her mouth. Not wanting to miss single drop she took it all, gagging as it went down her throat.
My cock was still hard I moved and sat on the lounge. She straddled me with her feet on either side of my thighs and lowered herself down just so the tip of my cock was at the entrance of her pussy. She reached down and grabbed it and started to slowly rub my cockhead around her opening. Then she slowly moved up and down on the head of my cock. With each downward movement it went in a little further at a time and when it was buried deep down inside her, her hips moved faster and faster and heavier with long and deep strokes. With a wicked grin, she smiled at me as I leant forward and began to suck on her nipples, intermittently biting them, keeping her on that fine line between gratification and pain, as she impaled herself hard down on my cock. Faster and faster she rode, her body powerless as the muscles contracted round my shaft sending me close to stupor, but I longed to fuck her doggie.
When I finally got her into the doggy position, I held her hips, as my cock explored between her legs. She was so wet and breathing heavily. My cock, lightly and teasingly rubbing against her clit. I leaned her forward and cupped her tits in each hand and pinched the nipples. As my cock ripped into the satin folds of her inner lips, she squirmed as I drove it in deep hard she said, "Oh Goddddd damn, this is soooo good. Mmmmmm I wanted this to last ... damn. Oh fuck now, now. Oh fuck me hard now!"
She screamed out my name. She added, "fuck me harder, harder." She really begged for it. It took only minutes and her whole body stiffened as she started to let go of a huge orgasm. With my cock still inside her, I could feel her juices running out. She said, "Give me a second." As she moved forward allowing my cock to drop out, and with one more thrust my cock found her back door and she jumped in sheer pain and agony. I stopped moving and left it there.
As her pain is began to subside, she really started to enjoy my cock in her rectum as I slowly pushed in further into her virgin arse a little at a time. My cock pushed in once more. I was in right to my balls and slapping against her pussy. She couldn't believe how good it felt and as my cock drilled her back hole. I felt my balls tighten. My legs felt like jelly but I had to go in deeper and harder. I felt another load coming up from my balls I was going to blow this hot load right into her rear canal.
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Sunlight shines under the door like a ghoul’s grin, yet gives the shutters a halo of golden rays. That’s the new morning, sinner and saint, just like her. Sleep drags her backward until a new thought can penetrate – she has the chance to achieve more than yesterday if she moves now. The bed was warm. Curtains drawn. Cool breeze coming in her room, ‘their room’. Opening her eyes with a wide smile of satisfaction that yesterday she was fucked by a man who is ‘her husband’. “From today a new life...
This lockdown is so frustrating. Not that I ever played a real lot, but having even the opportunity to play removed somehow makes it worse!So I guess a girl has to do what a girl has to do. With too much time on hands, and too much time looking at, er, naughty things; well, what’s a girl to do?Last night, after a lovely lengthy hot shower, and shaving in all the right places, I wondered what I should do. Inspiration soon found me.I dug out my old electro equipment. Now, this is nothing fancy or...
This story is purely fictional, and if you are under 18 years of age, you are to stop now. My warstory This story begins just before the war. I was a shy, slim boy at almost 18 years, living in a forsterhome for parentless boys, and I wanted to do my part. I had alway been a strange boy, feminine, slim, with something that might look like boobs. I was a late developer, or must have been because my testicles hasn?t fallen down. Later I found out that I had never developed them. I...
When I was about eight, I loved to climb poles and ropes. I discovered that I got this extreme feeling of overwhelming pleasure in my pubic area when I climbed them. Then, I discovered I could duplicate that pleasure with my hand on my pecker. When I was nine, my mother found me jacking off in my bedroom and told me that it was a sin and I would go straight to Hell. She also said that I would go blind if I continued. I thought about it for a time but then decided I would continue until I needed...
For years, since I was around sixteen, I had the knack of convincing girls, and then women, that I could be trusted not to ever repeat what was revealed to me. This information gathering proved to be very useful over the years. I learned that the female gender needs to vent, and be listened to, their questions answered, but they don't want any advice, so I used this to my advantage. Once the word got passed around that I was a trusted soul with a lot of valuable information and a great...
I went home, got married and started a family, one every year until we reached six. This was enough for me. My wife originally wanted a dozen but she settled for half a dozen. I had a good job and got promoted quickly, mainly because my personality made me learn everything I could about the company. In eight years, I made it into management in charge of the company's production planning responsibilities. Throughout my working career, I liked to flirt, talk dirty, touch provocatively, and...
Lena didn't come over and I waited and waited. Finally, I called over there to see if everything was all right. Pat answered the phone; crying and I wondered what was wrong. She said that she should have called to let me know that Lena would not be able to walk the dog today, but other things seemed more important. Albie, her husband, was called up at the last minute to fly overseas because of a major military screw up that had to have his expertise immediately and they were to take him to...
The next two days were uneventful because my wife was at home and we did our running and our chores and shopping. But the following day, she was gone for the day so I opened up her garage door, my signal to the neighbors. I didn't know if they would see it or react to it, and if they did, who would be coming over. Soon I saw Lena coming down the drive by herself. She went in to get Tawny for her morning walk. By the way, if the garage door wasn't up, Lena didn't come over to walk the dog...
Hey, this is just the starting point of hopefully a bunch of crazy and erotic stories. Feel free to just skip this part and start by choosing a story path of your liking, wether it might be for reading or adding chapters. We would also like to encourage you to add your own stories, if you like. No matter how short or long, how explicit or tame. We could just end the introduction here, but we'd like to remind you that all characters that take part in any sexual action are grown ups, 18 years or...
Note: This is Part II of the backstory on Jim and Monique, two grieving lovers who find each other on a private island in the South Pacific. In the previous installment, Jim meets Monique, who has anchored on the far side of his island, secretly, to stock up on fresh water before sailing to Hawaii. He tells her that if she had only asked he would have given her all the fresh water she wanted, and cooked dinner for her, too. In this installment, she takes him up on his offer. ———— December 27...
I slowed the door down before it slammed loudly, and eased it shut and locked. I shifted the laptop over my shoulder and turned to walk down the hall. Distantly, I saw another person doing the same thing as me. Her skirt-and-jacket combination looked tastefully chosen even from this distance, and as she walked down the hall I saw the unmistakeable pose of a woman holding the handheld to her ear. She had a sizeable bag slung over her shoulder as well. As we walked towards one another to the...
Note: I mentioned in ‘The Next Morning’ that it was part of a longer story. Well, here’s the beginning of that story, drenched in the grief of a man who has lost his wife, who wakes up every morning wondering how to go on and then, one day, wakes up on a private island in the South Pacific. He’s comfortable enough. There is a beautiful beach house fitted out with every known amenity (and some that are still unknown). But the grief stays with him. And then, on the first anniversary of her death,...
xxx310: remember that video of us I said I madeyumi:No!! Lol video?!xxx310: you dont be listenin man, I told you like twice... I even pointed to the camera. you was like "HUH"yumi:Lol oh.... Lol I can't really listen anything while I'm getting fucked lolxxx310: lol damnxxx310: Ive had it like 4ever... I wondered why you never asked about it againyumi: Lol u should've told me! Lol was it good?yumi: U did tell me huh lolxxx310: yes luv I did...twice...ehhh yea its good... its mostly my huge legz...