This Day
Date: 30.01.2010Keywords: Day, This,
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Bouncing on her bare feet across a polished hardwood floor, her hips swaying back and forth, she took my damp left hand in her dry right hand, led me through an immaculately kept house toward a bedroom.
"What is your name," I asked.
She placed the index finger of her left hand in front of her pink lips.
Silence is golden, golden is silence, I thought to myself.
We entered the boudoir, a couple's bedroom. A man also slept in this room. Neckties, several suits, a pair of work boots occupied space in a closet and I wondered if the man of the house was close by, too close by for my comfort.
She motioned me to sit on the bed, a four-poster. It resembled the bed my papaw died in surrounded by five sons and two daughters in the summer of 1965. This model looked much older, old enough to have rested Andrew Jackson's weary bones when he came Florida way during the Seminole War.
Following her silent command, I sat on the side of the bed, facing a mirrored dresser with several framed photos, a jewelry box on the dresser surface. She dropped to her knees, the pale blue throw rug shifting slightly as she settled on the floor.
Looking down I could see the sumptuous slope of her breasts rising from the halter-top. She moved her head, tipped her chin slightly. I figured she wanted me to stand. I stood. She unbuckled my belt, slid down my zipper, pulled my jeans down and they pooled around my ankles. My cock poked from my white jockey briefs. She untangled me from my underwear and motioned me to sit back down.
I sat. She took me in her mouth, her lips looking like pink pillows moved up and down my length. She sucked, her cheeks collapsed inward. The most delicious sensations shot through me as she worked. Occasionally, she looked up at me her mouth plugged full with my cock. She continued to suck, stopped, let me pop out of her mouth, licked and sucked with renewed vigor. Her mouth squeezed in on me, I reached out, placed my hands behind her exposed ears, pulled her toward my thrusting pole. As she sucked, some anxiety settled in my gut. What to do if I heard the screen door open and a beefy crew cut guy suddenly filled the bedroom doorway. Truthfully, the idea of a boyfriend, a husband catching this woman on her knees, my cock in her mouth added a fillip to our carnal meeting.
Fuck, I wanted to say, the word said as a request, a plea, an order but I followed her lead and remained silent. All of my average sized cock fell into her mouth. She took it all and what truly excited me was her passion in sucking cock. She struck me as a woman who did nothing by half, who went full bore at any activity. I had glimpsed a veritable library of cookbooks on a shelf in the kitchen, which probably meant she was not satisfied with mere cooking. Her beautifully toned body testified to killing workouts. Even her coiffure allowed her to move out the door quicker, to sally forth faster.
As she laved my cock with her tongue, I noticed her left hand inside the front of her shorts. I removed my hands from her head touched her breasts, my hands slid into her halter-top, mashed down on her nipples. Feeling is so much better then seeing. My hands, still moist, roamed over her boobs. My God, they were big. I wanted to see them minus the halter-top.
I want to fuck you. The words stayed inside my head. Please let me fuck you did not emerge from my quivering mouth. I would sound so lame. Nor did I say I am going to fuck the hell out of you, you little minx. I thought it though.
Nearly at the moment of my release, she stopped sucking; I bounded from her mouth. She stood, smiled at me, an innocent, sweet smile like a nun grinning at kid going through communion.
Standing up, she pulled her shorts down, stepped out of them, removed the halter-top in a shrug and did a slow spin letting me see every inch of her geography. My eyes nearly popped out of my head taking in her nakedness. The reality of her breasts far surpassed anything I imagined. Big, round, perfectly shaped mounds, each one capped with a supremely erect nipple centered in a pale brown field. Her tiny waist made her bust look even bigger, her hips flared out, the cheeks of her ass looked hard as granite. Legs sculpted by a serious regimen of dancing, runner's legs not too muscular and not one smidgen of excess adipose tissue.
I want to fuck your tits, slide my cock between them, and fill your mouth, I thought to myself looking at her breasts. Red lipstick adorned her full lips and formed a band around my cock. My heart pounded, my cock head, slick with her moisture pointed at the nest of black pubic hair in her pubis.
In the quiet room, I could hear a clock ticking somewhere in the house. It ticked maybe five or six times and we were in the immense bed under cool blue sheets, me on top of her, my cock buried in her pussy, her legs around me, her heels pushing into my flanks.
Her pussy grabbed and fixed itself around me. For some inexplicable reason Terry Lynn Wilberforce came to mind, her eighteen-year-old portal surrendered to my eighteen-year-old penis. Maybe it was because Terry was my first fuck and this woman my best fuck by far. Tumescent in her tight tunnel, our friction taking us on a merry ride, we took our sweet time, slowed down and sped up, practiced patience, drove to the edge of release and pulled back. All of it coming together like a symphony orchestrated by a master. Not one sound escaped from her, not a whisper. My noise of grunts and groans provided a running commentary to our coupling. As my cock charged forth, I took the nipple of her left breast in my mouth, sucked it, sucked it hard. Then my mouth moved to her right breast, my hands slid under her ass and lifted her toward me.
This woman, tiny crow's feet around her green eyes and the slightest loosening of flesh on her neck, were the only signs that signaled her seniority. Her sexuality was so overpowering, the lust in the room so dense it amazed me I had not yet exploded inside her.
The only sounds in the bedroom were the squeak of the bed, some birds singing outside. In her muteness, I found enticement and eroticism.
I had fantasized of women coming and going in my new digs but this sexual interlude went barreling past the property of dreams, seemed so fantastical I expected to wake up any moment and find myself back in my barrack bed.It was no dream however.
For several hours, we fucked. I fucked her in the standard missionary position, we did it doggie style, my semen shot inside her pussy, deep inside her mouth. Never will I forgot how my cock looked swaddled by her mouth, the way she felt as my cock plunged into her.Periodically, we paused; she threw back the sheet, padded on her bare feet to the kitchen, returned with icy cold lemonade and butter cookies one time and chocolate covered cherries later. In the bed, we nibbled the cookies; I nibbled her. We sipped lemonade; I supped between her legs, my tongue probing into her canal filled with my semen. I felt so deliciously wicked fucking this woman. She fucked me with equal gusto. She seemed tireless and I was inexhaustible. It felt surreal all this fucking and sucking and licking with no conversation, no bed talk patter. Finally, spent, my cock unable to rally, my finger inside her, I fell asleep in the mussed bed. I think she did too.
I awakened to her stroking my cock. My God, she wanted to fuck again. Hell, I wanted to fuck again too. Now, she talked, told me about herself. Her name was Minka and she was 52 years old.
A widow for five years, her husband Carl, a steamfitter, killed in a fall at work. She sued the company employing the workers whose negligence caused his death. The company settled with her for a most handsome sum and she worked part time in a dry cleaning establishment.
After Carl's death, she fucked a man of 19 tender years, my age. From that moment, she was hooked on young men. She loved the way their cocks felt in her mouth, the way they filled her pussy. She owned the house Mark and I rented. To assure herself a steady supply of young fuck buddies, she instructed the rental agent to rent the house for nearly nothing. With a large navy base close by Minka had a plentiful source of seafood.
Minka raised her head from the pillow, looked at me.
"The rental agent told me you had a slight lisp and I hesitated, reconsidered trying to seduce you. I would have been quite embarrassed if I did everything but fuck myself on the front lawn only to find out you were gay. The way you shot over here though, I knew, no way you were gay. "Honey, you have so much potential to be a fuck monster. That is why I like you young fellows so much. You keep going and I think your young sperm keeps me young."
Looking at this youthful half-century-old dame, me a hospital corpsman schooled in basic pharmacology, hoping to be a doctor some day, I had to agree with her ideas on the fountain of youth properties found in young male sperm. For the next three years, this woman, my personal Jaws, never went without my youth giving elixir and I never went without what she gave me so freely.
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Keywords: Day, This,