mature xxx

At the age of 43, after almost 20 years of marriage , you can only imagine my shock when my wife surprised me with the announcement that she wanted a divorce. It seems that while I was out working to support her and my kids, she was having an affair, and decided that her boyfriend could support her better than I could.

So, once I was settled in to my new apartment, and got over the shock, anger, and all of the other emotions that come with the territory, I decided it was time to get on with my life and start dating. Actually, I guess you can say that it was decided for me.

On one of my weekends with my kids, I had to take both of them in for new glasses. After the eye exam, while they were being fitted for their new glasses, the girl that was taking care of them, who the kids really liked, asked the kids where their mom was. They responded, rather calmly, that this was their weekend with me, and mom was probably at home. She looked up at me with a shocked look, to which I could only nod.

When she was done with the kids, and there was only paperwork left, I told the kids that they could go to a different store in the mall and look at games.

As soon as they were gone, the girl, Cathy, who I guessed to be in her mid to late 20’s and was very cute, asked what had happened, so I gave her the Reader’s Digest version.

After we talked for a few more minutes, and we were wrapping up all of the paper work, she looked at me and said “Well, are you going to ask me out, or have I been flirting all this time for nothing?”

Needless to say, I was stunned. “Why would you want to go out with me? I’m almost 15 years older than you, and I’m not exactly what a beautiful girl in her 20’s is looking for.”

“Well, maybe not most girls, but I am not most girls,” she replied. So after talking a little more, we decided to meet for drinks during the week at a local Mexican place that has some great margaritas.

Nervous as hell (this WAS my first date in 20+ years, after all), I walked in to the restaurant bar, ordered a drink, and waited. After about 20 minutes, Cathy walked in, and I was almost breathless.

Let me digress to some quick descriptions. I am 43, 5′9″, and just over 200 lbs. I work in construction, and still work out semi-regularly(I was a jock in high school and college, until a knee injury), so I am still in pretty good shape, with only a slight belly starting to show. Cathy is 28,about 5′3″, and can’t be more than 115 lbs soaking wet, with long strawberry blond hair, and a pair of beautiful green eyes.

When she walked in the bar, she was in a maroon dress that ended almost in the middle of her thighs, and had a nice v-cut neck line that showed just the right amount of cleavage. A nice pair of heels capped off the outfit. As I said, I was breathless. She looked hot!!!

When she walked in, she immediately started to apologize for being late, telling me that her co-workers were trying to give her grief and delay her with all sorts of phony excuses. When I told her that looking like that, she was well worth the wait, she kind of blushed and told me that she wanted to make my first date after all those years memorable. Little did either of us know!!!

After we had consumed a few margaritas, and some every stimulating conversation(I knew that she was intelligent, but she surprised me just how intelligent she was ), we decided to get some fresh air.

As we walked outside, we saw that we had been hit with a spring shower, and it was coming down pretty hard. While we were talking on the patio of the restaurant, she looked at me and asked “Do I have to make all of the first moves here?”

When I looked at her with a slightly confused face, she said “I asked you out for drinks, are you going to make me initiate the first kiss, too?” . Now, I WAS shocked, but not too shocked to respond by leaning in, taking her in my arms, and giving her a long, deep, wet kiss that must have lasted five minutes.

When we finally separated our lips, she smiled at me and said “THAT was well worth the wait.” ,and we both laughed. That was when we noticed that we were right in front of a window, and everybody in the main dining room could watch us.

We ran to her car and got in before either of us was soaked in the downpour. After making out like horny teens for another 20 minutes, she pulled back from me and asked how far I lived from there.

When I told her it was a five minute drive, she almost pushed me out of her car and said that she’d follow me. I thought “This can’t be real!!!” , as I ran to my truck.

When we got to my apartment complex, there were no parking spots anywhere near the building, so we had to run like hell to avoid the rain, we were both soaked when we got into my apartment.

“I hope that dress isn’t ruined,” I told her.

She said “It should be fine. I’ll just hang it up to dry,” and proceeded to turn around and ask me to un-do the zipper, which I did with shaking hands. She dropped the dress on the floor, and that was when I noticed the she wasn’t wearing a bra. She bent over to pick up the dress, showing her tight little ass in a crimson thong, long legs, and heels.

“Do you have a hanger?” she asked as I stood there gaping at her hot little body. After I hung the dress to dry in my shower, I came out and saw her sitting on my couch wearing a big smile, and not much else. The thong and heels were still on, and she was a vision like I have rarely seen, and NEVER in my own home.

“You’d be much more comfortable out of those wet clothes” she told me, and stood up and started walking towards me.

“Let me help”, she said, and proceeded to undress me. I could not believe what was happening, and just stood there like a fool.

As she knelt down to take off my pants, she smiled at the large bulge she had created in my drawers. “Did I cause that?” , she asked with a grin.

“Uh-huh” was the only response that I could muster.

“Well, I’d better do something about that.” she replied. “That looks uncomfortable”, and quickly pulled my drawers down to my ankles.

“Oh my!!! I was hoping you had some size, but I never thought you’d have THIS!”, she said.I am a little bit over average length, but I am quite a bit thicker than most men.

She smiled up at me, took my hard cock in my mouth, and proceeded to lick and suck on me like her life depended on it. My only thought was “HOLY SHIT!!!” , as she worked me over.

My ex never really got into giving me head, being more concerned about her own satisfaction. Cathy was giving me a more pleasurable blow job than I have had in years!

After about ten minutes of this, my knees were getting weak, and I pulled her up to her feet.

“If I don’t stop you now, you’re going to make me cum in your mouth,” I told her(Something my ex was only able to accomplish three times in 20 years!).

“And your point is?” she asked.

“My point is that I want to return the pleasure, and then fuck you silly.” I replied.

“Ok.” she said, giggling.

With that I led her to my bed, and told her that the bed was brand new, and needed to be broken in. I picked her up, and placed her in the middle of the bed, getting in with her. As I pulled her legs apart, I noticed a bit wet spot on her panties, and no hair sticking out of the sides.

“Either you had an accident, or you enjoyed giving me head as much as I did.” I told her.

“I LOVE sucking cock, and I’ve never had one that thick before, so I was really getting into it.” she replied.

“Well, just wait until IT gets into YOU!” I said, and dove face first between her legs, kissing and licking my way up her firm, shapely thighs, with her squirming all over the place.

As I got to her now soaking wet thong, I leaned in and gave her panty covered pussy a big kiss, and started sucking on her panties. “Oh my god!”, she sighed, and I slowly teased her by licking all around her thong, never touching her pussy itself.

“Stop teasing me and eat me!” she yelled, so I pulled her panties off, and started to slowly lick from her dripping wet opening up to her clit, and all around.

After a few minutes of this, as I slipped a finger, then two, into her wet, tight little pussy, she started to shake, and her legs clamped down on my head. That’s when I clamped down around her clit with my lips, and started to suck firmly, but softly.

After less than a minute of that, she exploded in my mouth, yelling that she was cumming. As soon as she started coming down, she pushed me away from her pussy (I couldn t believe the wet spot on my sheets!!!), and told me that I had to stop, because her clit was tingling and too sensitive.

“That was the most intense orgasm I ve ever had!” she sighed, as I knelt between her legs and started to rub my cock along her slit.

“Oh no.” she said, as she pushed me on to my back. “I told you, I’ve never had a cock this big, and I want to control how it goes in,” as she mounted me, and slowly lowered herself onto my hardness.

“Oh yesss!!!”, she cried when our pelvises met, and she started to hump and grind on top of me. I couldn’t believe how hot, wet, and tight she felt. She rode, humped, grinded, and just plain fucked me from on top for what felt like half an hour, before she finally collapsed on top of me. I could feel her juices running down my balls while she lay on top of me, still buried deep inside of her.

“I can’t believe you haven’t cum yet,” she said. “My ex never would have made it this long.” I just smiled as I sat up, still inside of her, and said “Well, let me do some of the work now”.

She climbed off, and we both laughed at the slurping, sucking sound her pussy made as got off of me.

I laid her back, opened her legs, and slid all the way in to the root of my cock, as she let out a loud sigh.

“I could get used to this” she said.

I started to fuck her now, holding her legs over my shoulders, pistoning fast and hard, then slow and soft, alternating like that for a few minutes.

“What is your favorite position?” I asked “besides being on top?”

“I like to be fucked from behind.” she smiled, and rolled over, showing me her cute little ass.

I bent down, lifted her hips, and stuck my tongue out to lick her clit from behind. She yelped, and then started to wiggle her ass, letting my tongue get all over.

I licked slowly from her clit all the way up to her ass, and rimmed her little rosebud for a minute or so, which really caused her to let out a loud moan.

“Oh wow! I LIKE that!!!” she said.

I got up behind her, and slid my cock all the way into her wetness, my short and curlies rubbing on her ass.

Eventually, I pushed her down on her belly, slid back in, and started to fuck her like that, straddling her ass as I pounded her pussy from behind.

“OH yeah! Fuck me!Fuck me hard” she started yelling.

It felt so good like that, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, and I told her I was going to cum soon.

“Tell me when.” she said, and after a couple of minutes more, I knew I had reached the point of no return, and I told her it was time.

” Pull out!” she yelled, as she got out from under me and I grabbed my slick cock tight.

She took my hand away and she swallowed my cock as I shot a load that felt like it would take off the back of her head. She then licked off all of our juices from my softening cock, and sighed .

We both fell fast asleep right after that , me spooning her from behind with my sticky cock on her ass cheeks.

The next morning, she woke me with an incredible blow job, before she went to work. As I left for work, my upstairs neighbors were leaving also, and they both looked at me and smiled. I wonder if they heard Cathy???

The day I moved into my new apartment was rather bittersweet. Having to leave my kids behind with my soon-to-be ex was a tough one. On the other hand, bumping into my downstairs neighbor (literally) turned out to be quite … enjoyable.

As I was bringing in another load on my two-wheel dolly, backing up the stairs, the door to the building flew open, and this beautiful young woman in hospital scrubs came flying out, running in to me. She was about 5′4′, long brown hair down to her shoulder blades, and bright green eyes.

As we both stood there apologizing to each other, she asked if I was moving in, and I told her which unit I was moving in to. She told me that I was going to be right upstairs from her, and introduced herself as Brandy. Then she smiled, welcomed me to the building, and said that she was late for work, but hopefully we’d be able to talk soon. I truly enjoyed the view as I watched her run to her car. She had a gorgeous ass!

Soon after I was settled in, I saw her again while I was enjoying a beer on my balcony. She was getting out of her car with her son, who looked to be about a year and a half old, and a guy about her age. I soon found out that the son wasn’t his, they were living together, and the kid’s dad only popped in about once a month or so. I also soon learned that the boyfriend wasn’t much help with the son, and was in fact a bit of an asshole to her. I could often hear them arguing, and I rarely saw him even help her with the boy when they were getting out of the car together.

After a couple of months, they had a huge screaming match in the middle of the night (She came home from her shift as a nurse and found him getting high with her son sitting right next to him. Like I said, he was an asshole, and stupid, at that!). The next day, he moved out. That night, I could hear her crying down stairs.

Over time, we would run into each other, and talk as neighbors do. One Friday, I saw her son’s father come by, and pick him up. I saw her a few minutes after that, and she told me that he was taking their son for the weekend, and she lamented that for the first time in months, she was alone for the weekend, didn’t have to work, and had no plans at all. I told her that I was in the same boat, and, if she wanted, she could come upstairs and enjoy a bottle of wine or two with me, and we could be alone together.

About 8 o’clock that evening, I heard a knock on my door. As I opened it, I saw Brandy standing there wearing a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top, looking better that I had ever seen her.

After I was able to stop stammering and close my mouth, I let her in, and we went out on to my balcony, which over looks the parking lot and the forest preserve beyond it. I brought out a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, and we proceeded to relax in the cooling night air and had a nice conversation about nothing in particular

Half way through the second bottle, we started talking about past relationships. We talked about what happened in my failed marriage. She said that due to some of the noise she’s heard coming from my apartment, I must have been recovering nicely.(I knew that I should have fixed that squeaking bed!), and she eventually told me what happened with her son’s father (He didn’t mind getting her pregnant, but wanted no part in raising his own son) and with her most recent boyfriend, the asshole (His attitude was that it wasn’t his kid, so he shouldn’t have to take ANY responsibility for him).

As she was telling me all of this, I could see teardrops forming in the corners of her eyes. If there is one thing that I can’t stand to see, it’s a beautiful woman crying over things that aren’t her fault, so I started feeling some sympathy for her.

I put my arm around her to hold her as she started to cry, and I tried to tell her that it wasn’t her fault that neither of these guys were man enough to act like a man and take some responsibility in their lives.

I wasn’t sure if I was getting through to her, but I will admit that I didn’t mind the feel of her firm breasts and what felt like hardening nipples against my arms.

When she stopped, I went inside for another bottle, and she went to my bathroom. When she came out, I could tell that she had washed the tears from her face, and more noticeably, it looked like she had taken her bra off, because now I could clearly see the outline of what appeared to be a pair of puffy chocolate-kiss-looking nipples.

She walked up to me and thanked me for listening to her sob story, and before I could say anything, she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. Now I could really feel her nipples pressing into my chest, and I liked it!!

She pulled back a little, looked up at me, and kissed me like I haven’t been kissed in years!

We tongue wrestled for a couple of minutes, when she pulled back again, and asked me if I thought I could make her scream and moan like the other women she s heard up here. I told her that there’s only one way to find out, and led her to my bedroom.

When we got to my bed, I turned her so that her back was to the bed, and slowly started to take her shirt off, wrapping my tongue around her nipples as soon as they were exposed, and licked and sucked her tits as I slid my hands over her still covered ass.

Eventually, I started to work my way down her belly, and got to her shorts. When I looked up at her, she had her eyes closed, and was squeezing and pinching her nipples.

I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, discovering that she wasn’t wearing panties, either.

I gently pushed her back until her knees hit the bed, and she laid on the edge of the bed, with her legs hanging off. I could hear her breathing harder now, and I slowly and licked my way up first one leg, stopping just short of her crotch, and then the other leg.

By this time, her legs were spread wide, and I could see that her pussy was already dripping wet. I licked up one side of her outer lips, and then the other, teasing her as much as I could.

Finally, she grabbed my head and said, rather loudly, “Quit teasing me and lick me, damn it!”

Well, who am I to deny a lady such a request? So I took my tongue, placed it at the bottom of her wetness, and slowly licked up towards her clit, which by now was almost as hard as my cock.

When I reached her clit, she let out a loud gasp, and tensed up, and then just went limp, sighing.

I worked my way back down to her wet hole, where I tongue fucked her for a minute or so, and then let my tongue tease her asshole while I slid a finger into her pussy. She almost jumped off of the bed as I licked her little ass and stroked the inside of her pussy, looking for THAT spot.

I went back up to her clit as I put my finger deeper in to her pussy and started that “come here” motion along the top. It didn’t take long until she was moaning louder, and squirming her cute little ass around, trying to get my tongue in all the right spots.

When I knew the time was right, I took another finger and placed it at the rim of her asshole, and started to wiggle it around, slowly putting more pressure on it. I didn’t have to worry about getting it wet as I pushed my finger slowly in to her ass, because she was leaking enough juices to make it an easy entry, at least for my finger.

The finger in her ass, and one in her pussy, and the feel of my tongue on her clit soon put her over the edge. She was bucking, grabbing my head with one hand, squeezing her nipples with the other, and yelling “Oh my God! Oh my God!! YESSSSSSSSS!!” as I felt her pussy and ass tighten, and even more juice leak out of her hole.

She had to finally push me away because her clit was so sensitive, and she had to come down from her orgasmic high. I lay on the bed next to her, holding her, as her breathing returned to normal. “I have never felt like that before!” she told me ” No guy has ever even touched my ass before, much less licked it like that!!”

“But, did you like it?” I asked.

“Hell yes!” she replied. “That was the best, most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. And it was the first one I’ve had in over a year that I didn’t give myself!”

“You mean Mr. Wonderful couldn’t do that for you?” I asked, referring to her asshole ex.

“Please! He was only concerned with getting himself off! You spent more time down there tonight than he did in a month!” she told me.

“Now it’s my turn.” she said, rolling my on to my back. She started by kissing me, tasting herself all over my face.

“Hm hm hm … I love licking pussy juice off of a face” she said, as she started to work her way down my chest and belly, zeroing in on my stiff, hard cock.

She wasted no time with teasing, she just took my cock in her hand, and lowered her mouth down as far as she could, until I could feel the back of her throat at the tip of my cock. “There is no way I’m going to be able to swallow this thing,” she said “But I’ll give you the best head that I can”.

Like I was in any position or condition to argue or complain?!?!?

After about 15 minutes of her sucking and licking my cock, and trying her best to swallow it, she finally sat up and said that she had to stop.”That monster of yours is either going to choke me or give me lockjaw if I keep going” and she climbed on top of me, rubbing the head of my cock onto the wet opening of her pussy.

As she started to lower herself onto my cock, we both let out loud gasps and sighs. She had one TIGHT pussy!! “Roger (the asshole) was about as long as you, but no where near as thick! I like the way you fill me. You’re touching places that have never been touched!” she sighed, as she rocked and rolled her hips, grinding her clit on to my pelvis.

After a couple of minutes of her riding me, she started to breathe heavier, and was shaking. “OH shit! I’m going to cum again!” she yelled, as I felt her pussy walls squeeze my cock.

When I knew that she was done cumming, I lifted her off of me, and told her that it was her turn to just sit back and enjoy.

“I want you to fuck me from behind” she told me, and rolled onto her belly, putting that hot little ass in the air. I got in behind her, and slowly slid my thick, hard cock back into her.

We fucked like that for a few minutes, when I wet my thumb in her juices, and placed it at her asshole. “Oh, yes!” was her only reply, as I slowly slid my thumb in, alternating between my thumb and my cock. Thumb in her ass, cock at the mouth of her pussy. Cock deep in her pussy, thumb at her ass opening.

After a couple of minutes of this, I could feel her squeeze me, so I buried my cock into her pussy and my thumb as deep into her ass as I could get it.

“OHMYGODI’MCUMMMMMINGGGGGGG!!” she yelled, as I felt everything on her tighten and shake. All of this finally caused me to hit that point, and I told her I was going to cum.

She told me to cum inside her, that she was on the pill, so I pulled her hips to me and came, hard, as deep into her pussy as I could, mixing our juices.

After we both came back down to earth, and we were laying on my bed, getting our breath back, she sat up, took my softening cock, and started to lick me clean. “The only thing better than pussy juice is cock-and-pussy juice” she told me.

As we fell asleep in my bed, spooning, I wondered “How does she know so much about pussy juice?”

One of the benefits of my divorce was the fact that I was now able to re-establish contact with all of the old friends that my ex drove away. She had a bad habit of pissing off my friends wives, which turned into a backlash towards me. Now that she was out of the picture, I was accepted back with open arms, kind of a “Prodigal Son” type of thing.

The best part was that I was receiving invitations to the parties again, including my friend Curt’s annual Halloween party, which was always a good time. Curt had one rule. If you’ re not in costume, you don’ t get in. Considering that most of us in this crowd grew up together (as much as we DID grow up), this led to some sometimes wild costumes, and wilder parties. This year was going to be special, because Curt and his wife, Rose, had just bought a new house, further out in the country, and they were having the party as a house-warming, it was going to be a day- long event, with a pig roast, and events for the kids.

I decided to go as a Celtic chieftain, complete with kilt and sword. After watching

“Braveheart” a few times to get the costume down right, I was ready to go.

When I arrived at the party, I was truly greeted like the “Prodigal son” , receiving hugs, handshakes, and backslaps from the men, and hugs and kisses from the women, a few of whom told me that they were glad that I was back. It felt good to be back, too.

I spent the first hour or so having a couple of drinks, greeting old friends, and making new ones. Curt felt compelled to show me around his new house, including the grounds out back. Fortunately, it was a nice weekend, weather-wise, and quite a few people were making good use of the deck that Curt had built at the back of the house. While we were out there, he was making some introductions, one of which included a rather beautiful woman, in her mid-to-late twenties, that Curt introduced as Barbara, a co-worker of his twin sister, who was an ER nurse.

Barbara was about 5′3″, with long blonde hair that went down to just above her ass, and had what appeared to be a slim, petite body. The best part was that she was dressed as a mediaeval princess, with a long gown, and plenty of cleavage, although she appeared to be rather small-breasted. With her angelic face, she had the look down pat!

After the tour, Curt had to excuse himself to attend to hosting duties, and I wandered around some more. Eventually, I found Barbara again, and started talking with her. She delighted me with her humor and intelligence, as well as her beauty.

While we were talking, Curt found me and asked if I could help with the pig roasting duties. Surprisingly, Barbara said that she would help also, so that we could continue our conversation.

After the pig was chopped, and everybody was eating, Barbara was still with me. At one point, our drinks were empty, and she offered to get me a refill, but on one condition.

“I want to know what a barbaric Celt wears under his kilt,” She told me.

“Just his boots, milady,” I answered.

“You know, as a princess, I could be insulted by that response,” She replied. “But, I’ll settle for proof, when we’re done dining.”

When she came back with our drinks, I decided to play up the barbaric angle a bit, and asked her what she was wearing under her gown.

“Just my slippers,” She smiled.

“Well, as a barbarian, I may have to find out for myself,” I told her.

She just smiled again, and replied, “Maybe you will.”

NOW I was intrigued!!!

After we ate, as the sun was setting, we walked around, to let the food settle. We had another drink, and we ran into a couple of people who were smoking what smelled like high- octane weed. I told Barbara that I can’t partake, due to random testing at work, but if she wanted to, she should enjoy, and she did.

Curt found me, and asked if I would light the torches lining the paths, as the sun was almost down. That gave Barbara and I more time to talk and walk, and by now, she had a very good buzz going from the smoke and the wine that she had been drinking.

While we were walking, we slipped back into our “barbarian” and “princess” roles, I told Barbara that I would protect her from harm with my sword, and she asked me what would protect HER from my other sword.

“Do you think that you need protection from that sword, milady?” I asked.

“I am hoping so,” She answered.

When we got to the end of the path, where Curt had converted an out building into his workshop, Barbara asked me if I had slain many warriors with my sword. When I told her many, she looked at me and asked, “And how many damsels have you slain with your other sword?”

I replied that while I may be a barbarian, I was still a gentleman, and a gentleman never tells such things.

“Never?” , She asked.

“Never, milady.”

“Good. I like to hear that. That is indeed a worthy trait in a man,” She replied. “Now, are you ready to prove that a Celt wears only his boots under his kilt?”

“If milady wishes, who am I to deny such a request?” I told her.

I tried the door to the workshop, and found it unlocked, so we entered. As soon as we were in, Barbara told me to stop, and she slowly unzipped her gown, letting it fall to the floor. I was amazed at her body. She had pert little tits, a shaved pussy, which was already glistening with moisture, and was wearing nothing but a pair of ballet slippers.

“I’ve proven myself, now I want proof,” She said softly.

“You’ll have to find out for yourself,” I told her, as I approached her.

When I was standing in front of her, she smiled and dropped to her knees, lifting the front of my kilt.

As she raised the kilt, my cock was hardening, and she replied “I am definitely going to need protection from this sword!” as she started to lick along the shaft.

“Oh, my god!” I said, as she started to swallow as much of my cock as she could.

“You like, barbarian?” She asked.

“Your royal mouth is doing incredible things to my personal sword, milady,” I replied.

She sucked a little more intensely for a couple of minutes more, before she rose up and said “Now, I want to see how your sword fits into my sheath. Do you have protection?”

“I’m sorry milady, but I was not anticipating such happenings tonight, and came unprepared,” I told her.

“That’s ok, then. Just make sure you pull out in time. I don’t need any princes or princesses of my own right now,” She said.

I brought her over to one of the tables, and as I knelt down to lick her pussy, she pulled me up, and said “We don’t have time for that. Just make sure you make me cum with your sword.”

She turned around, facing the table, and bent over, wiggling her ass at me.

“Fuck me, barbarian. Show me how you can use your sword better than a prince can,” She said, as she reached around and spread her pussy lips open.

I walked up behind her, and started to sink my cock into her. She was very wet, but she was so tight that I could only get a couple of inches in at the first thrust.

“Oh, my god! You are already filling me more that any prince has!!! Give me more! I want all of that sword. Bury it deep in my wet sheath!!!” She told me, as she pushed her ass back at me.

I held on to her hips, and started to stroke my cock in and out, getting a little deeper each time. Her breathing was getting deeper, and she was moaning more and more.

“Oh, yes. Fuck me! Fuck me deep. Fuck me hard! Make me cum!!!”

I pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the head of my cock in her, and thrust forward, burying myself all the way in her pussy. I could not ever remember feeling such a hot, wet pussy in my entire life. My cock felt so good buried deep inside her, I didn’t want to move. She, however, had other ideas.

She started to move her hips and her ass around some more, and started to push her ass back into me again.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast! Make me cum NOW!!!” She said, loudly.

I grabbed onto her hips, leaned forward, and whispered into her ear “Reach down and stroke your clit, while I pound this hot little pussy of yours.”

She gasped, and reached down to her clit. As I was buried deep in her pussy, I could feel her rubbing on her clit, and she was moaning and responding even more.

I reached up, grabbed a handful of her hair, and started to fuck her hard and fast, pounding into her pussy, pulling back on her hair.

“You like this, princess? You like being fucked like this? You like your pussy pounded and being fucked like a barbarian wench?”

“Oh, god yes! Fuck me!!! I’m going to cum!!!” She yelled, and pushed her ass all the way back at me. I could feel her pussy pulsing and squeezing, and could hear her juices squish as I filled her with my cock.

“I’m going to cum, princess,” I told her.

“Oh, yes! Pull out!” She yelled.

As I pulled out, and squeezed my cock tight, she spun around, and dropped to her knees, grabbing my cock and dropping her mouth over it. I started blasting cum down her throat, and she managed to swallow almost all of it. A couple of drops escaped her mouth. She wiped one drop off with one finger, and wiped it on her nipple. Another drop, she wiped off and rubbed on her clit. She told me that those were “For later.”

After she dressed, and we walked back toward the party, we heard a voice call out to her, and a guy dressed as a doctor came walking up to us.

“Barb, I’ve been looking for you. I just got here,” The doc said.

“Hi baby. This nice Celtic barbarian was showing me around. He’s a friend of Curt’s, and was protecting me with his sword. Kurt, this is my fiancé, Dave, who apparently couldn’t even wear a costume tonight.”

“How are you, Kurt. It’s DOCTOR Dave, actually. Honey, don’t I even get a kiss?” He asked her, and started to kiss the same mouth that I had just shot a load of cum into a few minutes ago.

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone, while I get another drink. I could use one at this point,” I told them, and started walking for the bar.

While I was pouring myself a drink, Barbara came up to me, and told me “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him before, but I really needed that pounding you gave me. He has never made me cum like that. If it’s any consolation, he’s going to be tasting you later when we go to bed, and he sucks on my tits, and licks my clit.”

“You are one weird woman,” I told her. “Weird in a good way, mostly, but still weird.”

“I know,” She giggled, and walked away.

Later, as night settled in, and the smaller kids started to drop off from exhaustion, I resumed my walking around and drinking. The good thing about this years party was that with all the land, Curt had set up tents for people to sleep in, so that nobody had to drive home after drinking. The bad part was, that even more people were drinking even more.

We started a big bonfire, and were all sitting around, rehashing old stories and laughing over exploits of younger days. At one point, during a lull, my friend Ricks’ wife Bonnie, who was dressed as a cavewoman, came up and sat down beside me.

“What an asshole,” She said.

“That’s a fine greeting,” I told her.

“Not you, Rick. He was supposed to stay sober, so we could get home tonight, and he’s ready to pass out,” She told me.

“And this surprises you?” I asked.

“No, it doesn’t surprise me, but it still pisses me off . I’m definitely too drunk to drive!” She answered.

Just then, Curt came up and asked if we could help get Rick to a tent, before he did pass out. Bonnie refused, telling Curt to let him sleep where he fell, but I decided to give a hand.

Curt and I carried Rick to a tent, and laid him down. As Curt and I were leaving Rick to sleep it off, Rick called out, “Curt, wait a minute.”

“Which one?” We answered, both of us used to that sort of thing.

“Kurt with a K,” he replied, so I went back in to the tent.

“Man, I’m glad you’re back, brother. We all missed you. Do me a favor. Sweet talk Bonnie for me she always liked you. Hell, maybe you’ll get lucky and get a blow job from her. That way, she won’t be so pissed at me,” He said , as he passed out.

I laughed as I walked back to the bonfire, but I have to admit that my mind was racing. Even after all of these years, Bonnie still looked good. Her long legs still looked firm and strong, and even though they looked to be drooping a little, her tits still looked mighty fine.

Bonnie always had a habit of walking around bra-less, which is something that irritated my ex. I knew she had to be doing the same tonight, looking at her costume, and she saw me looking.

“Yeah, they’re still there, just not as perky,” She said. “What was it about my tits that used to piss off your ex so much?”

“I don’t know. Jealousy, maybe?” I told her. “She was probably jealous that she couldn’t walk around without a bra and look that good.”

“Oh, you are so sweet!” She said, as she hugged me. “I’m just glad that you finely got rid of that bitch. It’s just too bad that she couldn’t even divorce you with out all the drama.”

“Yeah, it was bad enough that she didn’t want to sleep with me anymore, and she was fucking some cheesehead, instead, but then to put me and the kids in the middle of all that dramatic bullshit really did a number on my self-esteem.” I told her.

“I just don’t understand the no-sex part,” Bonnie told me. “She was always happy before. She used to brag about you all the time. Hell, half the women here wanted to fuck you, just find out if she was telling the truth!”

Knowing that she was drunk, I decided to push the envelope, and asked, “Does that include you?”

“Hell, yeah. I’ve always thought that you were cute and sexy,” She answered. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe that I just told you that! I’ve had too much to drink!”

We were almost the last ones left at the bonfire, and I said that I was thinking of finding a tent to nod off in, myself.

“I think that I’m going to stay up a little longer,” Bonnie said. “Maybe I’ll have one more glass of wine, and then find a tent.”

“Well, Rick is over there,” I told her, pointing out the tent where we set him down in.

“Fuck him. He can sleep alone. It wouldn’t be the first time, or the last,” She said.

Bonnie went off to get another glass of wine, and when she came back, I told her that I found a tent way in the back, and said good night.

“It could be,” She answered. When I looked at her, puzzled, she laughed, and said “Good night, you Celtic barbarian.”

I went to the empty tent, and laid down, on top of the sleeping bag. At one point, I was having a vivid dream about getting an incredible blow job, and started to wake up. But, it wasn’t a dream. Bonnie was in my tent, sucking on my cock like her life depended on it.

“Holy shit! What are you doing here?” I asked, astonished, yet delighted.

Bonnie pulled away and said “Well, I would ask if it’s been so long that you don’t know what a blow job is anymore, but I see, or should I say, I TASTE, that you’ve gotten some recently. And, I also see that your ex wasn’t lying about you, either.”

She then went back to sucking on my cock, which felt harder that it had in years.

“Bonnie, we can’t do this. You’re married, and to a friend of mine!” I told her.

“Oh, please! Do you think that I don’t know about Rick fucking around on me?” She asked. “I saw the smile on the ‘princesses’ face earlier, as you two were walking back from the workshop, and I want the same smile. I know you’ll keep your mouth shut, so just sit back, and enjoy. Better yet, lay back, and give me the same pleasure I’m giving you.” She swung her hips around, straddled my face, and lowered her pussy down to my tongue.

Being in no condition to argue, even if I wanted to, I did as she suggested, and started to lick her wet slit, playing with her clit, and fingering her from behind. She started to really get into it, grinding her hips onto my face, and sucking and stroking my cock faster and more intensely.

I wrapped my lips around her clit, and slid my moistened finger from her wet pussy. I sucked on her clit, and slid mt wet finger up to her asshole, teasing it and pressing on it.

“Oh, yes. That feels good!” She said, stopping her sucking, to enjoy what I was doing to her.

As I pressed my finger harder into her asshole, I started to slide the finger next to it into her dripping pussy.

“Oh my god, yes!” She whispered. “I’m going to cum!” And started to grind her hips more, and started to shake and moan louder. I was afraid that her moaning wound be loud enough for other people to hear, so I reached up and pushed her head back to my cock, to muffle her moans.

As my cock slid all the way into her mouth, I could feel, and hear, her try to yell, and felt a rush of pussy juice squirt all over my face.

“Oh my god!” Bonnie said, as she came down from her orgasmic high. “I can’t remember the last time I squirted like that!”

When her breathing came back to almost normal, she must have realized that she was still holding my stiff cock, and said, “Holy cow! You still haven’t cum?!?”

“No,” I told her. “I wanted to get you off first.”

“Well, I’m just going to have to return the favor,” She said, as she turned her body, straddled my hips, and lowered her pussy over my cock.

“Oh my god, that feels better than I thought it would,” She said, as she lowered herself all the way down, and my cock struck bottom in her pussy.

She started to wiggle her hips around, grinding her clit against me, and then started humping her hips up and down.

“Oh, god, yes! Fuck me!” She cried, as she was moving faster.

“No, YOU fuck ME,” I told her. “You’re on top. You fuck me!”

“Yeah! That’s what you want, isn’t it?” She asked. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yeah, fuck me,” I told her. “Make yourself cum on my cock.”

With that, she started to fuck and move like a woman possessed. She brought her feet up next to my hips, and started to raise and lower herself on my cock, moving faster and faster.

“Oh my god, I’m coming again!” She cried.

“Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum, too!” I warned her.

“Oh, yeah. Cum in my pussy. Fill me with your cum! It’s ok, I’ve had my tubes tied . Fill me! Oh god, I’m cumming!”

With that, I let loose my second big load of the day, and blasted my cum into Bonnie’s already wet pussy. As I felt my cock spasm and pulse, I felt another gush of liquid run down my balls, and knew that Bonnie was squirting again.

As we both lay there, catching our breath, I swore that I heard another woman moan. Apparently, we weren’t that quiet. I only hope that the mystery moaner had as much fun as we did.
Seeing someone whom you’ve never met or seen before, twice in one day might be written off as coincidence, but three has to be fate. When it happened to me, I didn’t question the fates, I took advantage of them.

I continued seeing Tammy on a regular basis, and her sexual skills were improving greatly. We got together at least once a week, usually more, and her knowledge and self- confidence were starting to emerge.

She still insisted, however, that I continue to date, which I did, but not nearly as much as before. However, when I did date, Tammy made sure that I filled her in on all of the details. And I do mean ALL of the details. Tammy was wearing me out with her enthusiasm and renewed sex drive, and was proving to be almost everything that I needed at this point in my life.

Towards the end of summer, Tammy told me that she was taking her annual trip down south, to some land that her Grandfather had owned and had given to Tammy when he died. There was a cabin on the land, and Tammy took her girls every summer, for two weeks just before school started. This year was going to be a special trip, because her youngest daughter was entering her senior year of high school, so this would probably be the last trip for all of them together.

As she was saying good-bye before she left, Tammy made sure to tell me that she expected me to have some stories for her when she got back. I laughed, telling her that I would do my best, and saw her and the girls off.

The first week was pretty good. I got a lot of work done on the property, and I got some needed rest at night. After about a week-and-a-half, though, I decided that the property could wait, grabbed my work-out gear, and went to the gym.

The health club that I work out at is, for me at least, perfectly set-up. I usually start off riding a bike to loosen up, and the bikes are behind the treadmills and stair machines. They are all facing a long wall with a number of TV’s, so you can watch as you work out. Being in the back row of the cardio machines, I usually have the best views of the backsides of the women working out.

As soon as I got the bike programmed, got my MP-3 player set up, and started going, I started to peruse the sights in front of me. As usual, I was not disappointed.

Almost right away, I noticed two women that seemed to stand out. One was a strawberry- blonde, on a treadmill, and two machines over, on a stair machine, was a blonde. They were both well into their workouts, and were bouncing along. They both were slim, with nice legs, firm asses, and tone bodies.

When I was about half-way through my ride, they both got off of their machines, a few seconds apart. This provided me with a better view of both women.

The strawberry-blonde was very pretty, with a small but fit frame, and an impressive chest, especially for her size. I guessed her age to be a little older than me, putting her into her late forties. The blonde, who appeared to be in her mid-30’s, had a slightly larger frame, still slim and trim, though. The two women looked like they were related, possibly sisters, or maybe aunt- and-niece. They were both beautiful.

After I finished my bike ride, I went to hit the weight machines, and saw both women there. This allowed me to get a better view of both of them as I worked out.

At one point, the older woman, the strawberry-blonde, asked me if I knew how to use one of the machines. Being the helpful sort that I am, I showed her, and the other woman came over and watched. I managed to get a little bit of conversation in with them as we both continued our workouts.

As they finished, they both thanked me, and said good-bye. I made a mental note to start coming more often, so I could run in to them again.

After I finished my work-out, I soaked and showered and went to do some grocery shopping. Walking down one aisle, I spotted the younger woman, looking for something on the shelves. As we passed each other, we both smiled, chuckled, and said hi.

I turned the corner, went down the next aisle, and saw the other woman. We made eye contact and smiled at each other as we both heard “I found it mom!” coming from the aisle that I had just left.

I was shocked, to say the least. “Mom?” I asked her.

She just nodded.

“Wow!” I said aloud, and I heard her chuckle as we both kept walking.

A few seconds later, as I was going to the next aisle, I heard the sound of two women giggling, and I thought to myself that these two women looked to be about ten years apart, not a mother and daughter.

As I was driving home from the store, I noticed that my favorite bar, which just happened to be just outside the back gate of my property, was having a tropical party that night. They had an outdoor patio, and were going to have a band.

I drove home, made sure that my favorite Hawaiian shirt was clean, that I had other clean clothes, and then decided to turn on the baseball game and do what comes naturally …take a nap.

When I awoke, it was dark outside. After a quick shower, I dressed and took a walk to the back of my property, and went to the bar.

After stopping first for a burger at the bar, I went to the patio, and joined the party already in progress. I worked my way towards the bar, got a rum punch, and surveyed the crowd and the band.

As I was looking over the crowd, I saw them again! The two women that I had run into twice already today, were sitting at a table at the edge of the floor.

I asked the bartender, a cute little bi-sexual named Candy that I flirt with on a regular basis, who their waitress was, found out that they were drinking the same thing that I was, and bought a round for all of us.

As I walked up to their table, I put the drinks down and said “Seeing you ladies once today was nice. Seeing you a second time was an added pleasure. But a third time? … Are you ladies stalking me?”

They both laughed, and smiled at me as I handed them their drinks.

As we started to talk, the ladies introduced themselves. The strawberry-blonde, the mother, was named Christine, and her daughter was named Liz. I introduced myself, and the conversation was on.

I found out that both ladies were divorced, that Liz was Christine’s only child, and that Liz had a daughter that was twelve. Liz’s divorce was just finalized, and the ladies were celebrating with a girl’s weekend. Liz’s ex had her daughter for the weekend, so they decided to go out and “get silly”, as Christine put it.

As the night progressed, and the rum punch flowed, so did the conversation. Both ladies also convinced me to dance with them, which I did several times. Each time that I danced to a slow song with each woman, I had to fight from pulling them in any closer, for fear that they would feel my semi-hard cock in my pants.

I had a big laugh when the band played a Jimmy Buffet song. The played his infamous love song, “Why Don’t We Get Drunk …”, and both ladies sang along, loudly.

Eventually, though, as the party started winding down, Liz had met some guy that was trying to hit on her, and Christine and I were left alone to talk. I found out that after Liz was born, Christine’s husband, the only man that she had ever been with, told her that he was gay, that he wouldn’t give her a divorce, but that he would take care of her needs as she acted as the dutiful wife. It seems that he was in a high profile position, and couldn’t afford to be outed.

Eventually, though, after Liz was married, Christine demanded a divorce, and he gave in. Before she was able to file, however, he died of a heart attack, and Christine inherited everything. Since then, she has dated a bit, even had a one-night-stand while on vacation, but had basically been alone.

Liz, on the other hand, caught her husband screwing the 300-lb. neighbor lady, in her own bed when she came home from work early one day, and kicked him out. She then sold her house, moved in with her mother, and was getting used to being single again.

When Liz was finally able to shake her admirer, she returned to the table. At that point, both ladies realized that they were in no condition to drive. Christine asked me if I could drive them home, and they would come back tomorrow, and I told her that I had walked there, and that I was in no better condition than they were.

“You walked here?” Liz asked. “Where do you live?”

“Do you see that fence?” I asked, pointing to the rear of the parking lot.

“Yes,” they both answered.

“Well, those trees on the other side of the fence are mine,” I told them.

“Nice,” Christine said.

“Well, I know we’ve only just met, but, if you ladies would like, you can stay at my place tonight, and just walk back here in the morning to get your car. I’ll even talk to Kenny, the owner here, to make sure that your car will be OK overnight,” I told them.

Realizing that their choices were slim, and reassuring them that they would be safe, and that they could share a room if they wished, they agreed.

As we left the bar, I walked us towards my back gate, and we walked onto my land. I guided the two ladies up the path through the woods, until we reached the back lot. Here, the path widened, and the ladies walked on each side of me as we approached the house. I put an arm around each woman, and they both closed in as we walked.

I let out a big sigh as we continued towards the house, and Christine said, “That wasn’t a yawn, was it?”

“No,” I responded, “That was a sigh of contentment. I was just thinking that it doesn’t get any better than this.”

“Why is that?” Liz asked.

“Well, here I am, walking on my back lawn with two beautiful women, the hottest mother-daughter combo that I’ve ever seen, taking them to my home for the night. Even if we are going to be on different floors all night, I’m still taking you two home with me.”

Both ladies laughed, and I swear that I caught Christine looking at me for a second with raised eyebrows, before settling back in to my arm.

When we reached the house, both ladies were oohing and ahhing at the pool and the patio set-up that I had. Liz immediately walked up to the pool, took her shoe off, and dipped her toes in .

“Oh, that water feels nice!” she exclaimed . “Can I take a dip?”

Before I could respond, Christine responded, “You don’t have a suit, Lizzie .”

“Well, my bra and panties are just like a bikini. Kurt won”t mind, do you?” she asked.

“It doesn’t bother me,” I told her. With that, Liz stripped off her summer dress, and dove into the pool.

I looked at Christine as Liz swam around, and said, “If you’d like, I can give you a tour of the house, and show you your rooms for the night.”

“That sounds good,” Christine answered, laughing at Liz acting like a kid in the pool.

As we walked in the house, Liz yelled out, “You”d better be careful, if she gets you alone. She”s drunk, and she may attack you.”

I laughed as we entered the house, and guided Christine around. As we went up to the second floor, we eventually got to my room. I was showing her the view I had, overlooking the lawn, woods, and pool from my balcony. I knew that Liz couldn’t see us from here, so we quietly watched as she swam around. At one point, she stopped, looked around, and reached back and undid her bra. She threw it on the patio, and started swimming again.

“I’m sorry about that outburst as we were walking in,” Christine said softly. “She does mean well.”

“Hey, it didn’t bother me,” I said. “I thought it was kind of funny. Unless, that is, I really do have to be careful being alone with you.”

“Why,” she asked, “Do I look dangerous to you?”

“I don’t know. You never can tell,” I joked with her. “But I think that I’m willing to take the risk .”

“You think so, huh?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I told her, as I stepped in towards her, taking her hips in my hands.

I heard her whimper and breathe in sharply as I pulled her in. I took her in my arms, and kissed her softly on her lips.

As we kissed for a couple of minutes, Christine pulled away for a second, and whispered to me, ” If you keep kissing me like that, I just may attack you.”

I answered her by pulling her in close, and kissing her passionately. My hands were roaming all over her back, and I felt her moan as I pulled her ass in tight, and she felt my erection against her belly.

As she started increasing her passion, I slid my hand up to the zipper at the back of her dress. I started working on her neck, following her jaw line towards the tender spots just under the ears, as I slowly worked the zipper down her back.

When the zipper was open all the way, I moved back just enough, keeping my lips on her neck, so that I could slide the dress off of her shoulders, and down her body.

Her dress hit the floor, pooling around her ankles, and I started to guide Christine into the bedroom. As I looked over her body, Christine, said softly, “You are the first man to see me like this in a long time. A very long time.”

She was quite a sight, with her long, reddish hair, her lightly tanned skin, and her turquoise bra and panties. “I am honored,” I told her. “I promise to be slow and gentle.”

“Only at first,” she answered, as she pulled me in close, and started to undress me.

She pulled my shirt off of me, and then started working on my shorts. I could still hear Liz splashing around in the background as Christine lowered my shorts, kneeling in front of me to remove my shorts from around my ankles.

As she stayed on her knees, she looked up at my hardening cock, and I could hear her whisper, “Oh, wow.”

I stood her up after a couple of seconds, and resumed undressing her. I removed her bra, and leaned in to kiss her erect nipples, causing another sharp intake of breath. Her breasts were exquisite to look at and to touch. Christine’s tits were quite large, especially for her body, but there was little sag, and her nipples were almost perky. They almost seemed to be thanking me for freeing them from their lace confines.

I kissed and licked her large, reddish nipples, as I slowly worked my way down her body, and when I reached her panties, and sexy black pair of boy-shorts, I kept kissing. When I reached the thin piece of lace covering her pussy, she gasped, and I could feel her legs shake a little as I placed a kiss right above where I could see moisture soaking in.

At that point, I stood up, gave Christine a passionate kiss, and then scooped her up in my arms and carried her to my bed. Christine was laughing as I was doing this, but her laughs quickly turned to gasps and moans as I got between her legs, and started kissing my way up her legs, towards her steaming pussy.

Eventually, I arrived at my destination, and I reached up and slowly pulled off her panties. I knelt upright, and held her legs in the air as I pulled them off of her legs. As I lay back down on the bed, I kept her legs up, and slowly opened them as I lowered my face to her moist center.

When I had her legs spread far apart, I slowly and softly started blowing on her shiny, wet clit. That caused her to gasp loudly, and when I gently licked my way up her slit, from her wet seepage all the way up tp her clit, she moaned loudly, and gave a shudder.

“Oh, my god,” she said softly. “I’ve never had anyone do that to me before. That feels incredible!”

“Good. I’m glad you like,” I told her. “Now, you feel free to lend a helping hand, if you want, but I am going back and have some more of this tasty snack.”

“Ohhhh…” she moaned, as I resumed my oral love assault. I varied the speed and location of my tongue for the next few minutes, and when I heard an increase in Christine’s breath rate, and she started moaning and squirming more, I went in for the kill. I quickly wrapped my lips around her stiff clit, and started sucking on it, as I slowly slid a finger into her wet pussy.

That caused Christine to yelp sharply, and then she grabbed my head and pulled it in tight to her flowing pussy. I placed her hands o the backs of her legs, so that I had wide open access to her pussy, and resumed licking and sucking. I also turned my hand over, palm side up, and started stroking and looking for her spot.

I knew that I found the spot, when she started to shake and groan louder. I looked up and noticed that she had let go of her legs, and was squeezing and playing with her big tits, and pulling on her nipples.

Suddenly, Christine started a low, throaty moan that increased in volume and intensity. She kept this up for a few seconds, as I started sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy, flicking up at her spot each time I had them in deep. That was the final stimulus that she needed, and Christine yelled, loudly, “Oh, my god! I’m cumming!”

Christine was loud enough that I was worried that Liz would hear us, but it didn’t seem to matter. She kept moaning and groaning, trying to catch her breath as she came down from her orgasm.

While Christine was recuperating, I removed my boxers, and lay next to her. I felt her hand go down to my cock and softly encircle it.

“Would you mind if I didn’t return the pleasure to you, this time?” she asked softly. “I would really like to feel this inside of me right now.”

“That’s OK with me. I can wait until next time to feel your soft, hot lips sliding up and down my cock,” I told her. “Right now, I wouldn’t mind feeling your hot, juicy pussy sliding up and down on me.”

“That sounds good,” she said with a whimper, and started to straddle me.

Christine started to lower herself onto my pole, and she was gasping and moaning the whole time. When she was about half way down, she stopped for a second, and looked at me with glazed eyes. I felt her raise herself up a little, as she whispered “Oh, my, god,” and then dropped her body all the way down on to me, impaling herself on my thick cock.

That caused her to yelp loudly, and I reached up and held her hips still as she got used to my cock. Soon, Christine was bouncing up and down on my shaft, going faster and breathing heavier. I stopped her, holding her hips tightly, and thrust up at her. That caused her to yelp again, and then she started to move her ass and wiggle her hips around, grinding her pelvis against mine.

After a few minutes of her riding me, grinding against me, Christine’s breath started getting heavy, and she started that throaty moan again.

I started bouncing my ass up and down, matching Christine’s strokes. It didn’t take long before she loudly proclaimed, “I’m cumming again. Oh, my god, I’m going to cum again!”

I pulled her down to me and held her tight as I started pumping my cock into her. I soon felt her pussy contracting and milking my cock, and it took everything I had not to cum right then, Christine felt, looked, and sounded so good.

I held her still as she calmed down from her orgasm, feeling the heat radiating off of both of us. After a minute or so, Christine asked softly, “Can we try it from behind? I’ve never done it like that.”

“Never?” I asked.

“No.”

“Well, I can’t think of a better time to start,” I told her.

She let me get out from under her, and she got on her hands and knees. I got behind her, and rubbed my cock head along her wet slit. I teased her a little by tapping my cock against her clit, which she really liked.

I put her shoulders and chest on the mattress, raising her ass, and then I tapped my cock against her tight back door, and that caused her to gasp, moan, and wiggle her ass. I made a mental note to remember the fact that she liked having her ass played with.

When I knew that it was time, I placed my cock head at her hot, wet opening, took a hold of her hips, and leaned forward.

“Are you ready?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” she said softly.

“Are you sure?” I asked, wiggling my hips around, making my cock tease her waiting pussy.

“Oh, yes,” Christine whimpered.
I then took her hips and pulled her back to swiftly and hard. Christine cried out, and I slowly started to piston in and out from this angle, really enjoying the view I had right then.

It only took a couple of minutes in that position for Christine to start peaking again. I leaned forward again, and whispered in her ear, “Lay down on your belly.”

Christine let out a whimper as she lay flat, and I moved with her, never pulling out of her clinging hole.

As I started moving again, I knew that I was not going to last long. I started moving faster, and fucking her harder, and Christine was yelling, “Yes! Fuck me! Oh, god yes. I’m going to cum again. Oh, fuck me hard!”

“Oh, man, I’m going to cum,” I told her as I felt my juices churning in my balls.

“Yes, I want to feel it. Cum with me! Oh, god I’m cumming,” Christine screamed. I could feel her pussy squeeze and milk my cock, and that was all it took. I let what felt like the biggest load in years deep in to Christine’s spasming, wet pussy.

As we lay there, catching out breath, I heard Christine whisper, “Ohmygod. I never knew it could be this good.”

“That was unbelievable,” I agreed, as I wondered just how much Liz was able to hear.

We must have fallen asleep shortly after that, because the next thing I knew, the sun was coming in the open balcony doors. Christine was still fast asleep, but I had to pee, so I snuck out of bed, and went to the bathroom. When I was done there, I decided to take a walk to check on the rest of the house.

I grabbed a pair of shorts, and went downstairs. I went outside, and saw Liz laying on the big air mattress in the pool. She was naked.

“Good morning,” she said, smiling. “I’m surprised that you’re awake already, after last night.”

“Sorry about that,” I said, sheepishly.

“Don’t apologize,” Liz told me, “It sounds like you showed my mother a good time. God knows, she needed the release. Hell, the noise didn’t bother me. I just lay right here, just like I am now, and got myself off, listening.”

“Well, then I’m glad that I could bring you at least a little joy, also,” I joked as I sat in a chair.

Liz then rolled off of the air mattress into the pool, and got out, walking towards me. “Do you have any energy to bring me a little more joy?” she asked quietly, as she reached my chair.

“What about your mother?” I asked. “Don’t you think that she’d be a bit upset?”

Liz laughed, and said, “First, with the workout you gave her, my mother will be out at least a couple more hours. Second, no I don’t think that she’ll be upset. I think that she’d be quite happy.”

Liz then dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbed a hold of my shorts, and started to pull them off. “Let’s see just what it was that was making my mother scream with pleasure like that last night,” she said.

When my semi-hard cock flopped out, waving in the air, Liz took my hardening cock into her hand. “This looks very nice,” she said softly. “It’s nice and thick. I can see why mom was so loud. It’s been a long time since she’s had a real cock in her.”

“And how long has it been for you?” I asked, as she stroked my cock.

“It’s been a long time for me, too. A few months, at least.,” Liz responded.

Without saying another word, Liz placed a kiss on the very tip of my cock, and then started to lick the shaft, from the base, all the way to the head. This woman had a special tongue! It felt like wet velvet sliding over my cock as she licked me.

“You didn’t shower after you fucked my mother, did you?” she asked just before she placed her lips around the entire cock head, sucking harder on it, and started stroking faster.

The feeling that she was giving me was intense, and all I could do for an answer was to whisper, “NO.”

“I can taste her pussy juices on your cock,” she told me as she kept sucking.

After a few minutes of some intense cock sucking, Liz stood. “I need to feel this inside me,” she said, as she lowered herself onto my wet rod, shiny with her saliva.

The feeling that I had when she slid her wet pussy on my shaft was amazing. I could feel a little similarity between Liz and her mother, but Liz was much more controlled, and not quite as tight as her mother, though she did seem much wetter. “My god, you feel awesome inside me,” she whispered in my ear.

As she rode me, moving her hips around like a slow belly dancer, I watched her body. Liz s tits were smaller that her mothers, but firmer. I enjoyed watching them jiggle and sway as her body moved on top of me.

We fucked like this for a few minutes, her riding me in my chair, when I decided to stand up, with her still impaled on my cock.

I walked us over to a table, close to the house, and laid her on it. I placed Liz s feet over my shoulders, and started to slide my cock in and out of her hot pussy.

I started to slide the entire length in and out, leaving just the head in, or sometimes pulling all the way out, before plunging all the way back in, burying my cock in one thrust. That caused Liz to start to grunt, and she had her hands on my hips, trying to pull me in harder.

While last night, with Christine, may have had some passion and romance involved, this had none. This was fucking, pure and simple. Just raw, animalistic sex.

After a few minutes like this, I could tell that Liz was getting close by her breathing, and the same glazed look in her eyes that her mother had. I stopped, pulled out much to Liz’s dismay, and rolled her over on the table. At her height, in her bare feet, her pussy was at just the right height for my cock to slide right in, which I did. In one push. I was buried balls deep, and Liz was moaning and groaning.

“Oh, god, that feels good,” she moaned as I fucked her, picking up speed and power as I went. “Oh, yes, fuck me!” she said loudly.

As I was taking a hold of her hips, I noticed movement in my doorway, just off to the side. When I looked, I saw Christine standing there, watching us. She was wearing on of my Hawaiian shirts, and nothing else. We made eye contact, and she gave me a slight smile.

I turned Liz and my bodies slightly, so Christine could have a better view, and continued fucking Liz. Christine stood there in the doorway watching us, and soon was stroking her breast, teasing a nipple.

We made eye contact again, and I motioned her towards a chair a few feet from us. As she sat in the chair, spreading her legs slowly, I increased the intensity that I was pounding Liz’s pussy with.

“Oh, god yes, fuck me!” Liz started to yell. “Fuck me hard. Slam my pussy! Fuck me!”

I felt my balls starting to churn again, so I leaned in to Liz and asked her where she wanted me to cum.

“Oh, cum in my mouth,” she moaned softly. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt a man cum in my mouth.”

A few strokes later, I pulled out, and spun her around. Liz got to her knees, and seeing her mother right behind us, grabbed my cock and plunged her mouth over it. She started sucking me like a woman possessed.

I looked over at Christine when I heard a moan come from her, and I saw her playing with her pussy, teasing her clit with one hand, and sliding a finger from the other into her wet hole.

Liz was watching, too, and soon had her own hand between her legs, while she sucked me off.

This whole scene was unbelievable, and soon had me ready. I told Liz that I was cumming, and she took as much of my cock in her mouth as she could. I could hear Christine moaning louder in the background, and I could feel Liz moan as she tried to swallow my cock.

“Oh, god, I’m cumming,” I said loudly, as I exploded into Liz’s mouth. That must have been the trigger that she needed, because she let out a long moan, and her body shook for a second.

All three of us collapsed into chairs, and I soon heard Liz tell Christine, “We’ve got to do these “girl’s nights” more often!”

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