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Another Football Season...

By: R_U_Romantic



It's the middle of August and already my son of a bitch husband has started his annual pilgrimage to his "man cave" to watch football. It doesn't matter if it's college or the pros Barry just can't get enough. 

From now until the middle of January I'll be a football widow and he'll forget that I even exist. 

Pre season means Thursday night games of the local pro talent. The pig skin addict's chance to see if the top draft choices actually are worth the millions their being paid. 

After a quick supper Barry announced he was going downstairs to catch a game. "Oh of course." I said adding. "See you in January." 

Barry looked over his shoulder with a disgusting grin on his lips. I think he actually enjoyed doing this every fall. 

I flipped him off just before he disappeared down the basement stairs to his man cave. 

"Fuck him." I thought. "I'll just go spend some of his hard earned money." 

I went upstairs to our bedroom and changed into a tight pair of jeans and an even tighter white tank top. I ran a brush through my short auburn hair and slipped into a pair of sneakers. Perfect for an evening of shopping at the Strawberry Square Mall. 

Barry's law degree and junior partnership at Yost, Yost and Burns allows me to enjoy almost anything I like and what I like most is shopping. 

I put the top down on my silver SLK55 AMG and sped off to the mall without saying good bye to Mr. Pig Skin. 

Strawberry Square is a short drive and in no time I was pulling into a space at one end of the mall. 

As I approached the entrance a couple of college boys strolled by and checked me out. I was happy to realize that at thirty five I could still attract the attention of a couple twenty year olds. 

But then again I do work out regularly and since Barry decided he wanted his trophy wife to have, as he put it, "slightly bigger tits" my tank tops reveal enough to attract anyone with a cock between his legs. 

First stop Monica's Boutique. 

"PEG!" Monica nearly screamed as I rounded the corner of her display window and entered her shop. 

"Hi Monica whats new?" I asked. 

Monica smiles all the time but her smile widened as she approached me. 

"Peg I don't think I've seen you all summer. Where ya been darlin?" Monica asked. 

My golden tan should have told her but I answered. "Spent eight weeks down the shore this summer." 

Monica shook her finger at me and warned. "That sun is gonna give you wrinkles if your not careful Peg." 

"Maybe but I still love relaxing on the beach and letting my skin bake." I admitted knowing Monica was completely correct in her warning. 

"So darlin what brings you to the mall on a Thursday night?" Monica asked. 

"Football." was my one word reply. 

Monica grinned and said. "Oh yes another glorious football season. My business always picks up when the gridiron action begins." 

"So show me whats new Monica." I asked. 

"Right this way Peg." Monica answered waving me past and deeper into her cute little boutique. 

For the next forty five minutes I tried on everything from business suits for women to sexy lingerie and dropped a couple hundred of Barry's hard earned dollars. 

"Well Monica I suppose I've spent enough can I stop by later to pick up my packages. I wanna see whats hot at Muhollands Shoe Store and I hate carrying all these bags." I asked. 

"Sure Peg I'm here til closing tonight." Monica replied. 

"Thanks hun I'll see you around nine." I said. 

As I window shopped my way to the other end of the mall where Muhollands was I noticed those two college types still lurking around and checking me out. 

Feeling rather brazen and knowing it was going to be a long football season I walked up to them and said. "Are you two following me?" 

One turned bright red but the other kept his cool and replied. "And what if we were. You're certainly a very hot looking MILF." 

I had never heard the term MILF and not wanting to back down to this guy I asked. "And just exactly what is a MILF?" 

He grinned and instantly answered. "MILF stands for mother I'd like to fuck." 

"Shouldn't that be MILTF then?" I asked.

He looked confused until his youthful mind figured it out. 

"No matter." He said. "I'd still love to throw a quickie into you." 

"Not a snowballs chance in hell buddy." I quickly replied before turning and leaving the two of them trying to figure where they went wrong. 

Muhollands was empty and I made short order to another buck fifty of Barry's cash and headed back to Monica's with a new pair of stiletto heels and another pair of high heeled boots. 

"Monica you're never going to believe this but some college kid and his friend called me a MILF earlier." I said as I returned to Monica's Boutique. 

Monica grinned and said. "And what's your point Peg. You are a MILF." 

"Maybe so but he was so obnoxious about how he said he wanted to throw a quickie into me." I told Monica. 

Monica grinned and said. "Peg being a MILF is a good thing. Think about it. If someone young enough to consider you a mother still wants to get you in the sack you must still be looking pretty good. 

"So what should I have done Monica?" I asked. 

Without hesitation Monica replied. "Ya should have brought both of them back here and we could have had some fun in the back room." 

"Oh my God Monica you have to be kidding!" I exclaimed. 

Monica looked at me with a serious look on her face. She said. "Darlin your hubby is home staring at a football game. What are your chances of getting any from him tonight?" 

"Slim and none." I replied. 

"Exactly." Monica said then added. "So you had a chance to go home satisfied and gave up the chance. Now you'll just have to be happy with making yourself happy later." 

Monica was right. Even if I walked into Barry's man cave wearing nothing but my new stilettos I'd be lucky if I could get him to let me suck his cock while he continued watching the damn football game. 

"Next time two young studs call you a MILF darlin you grab them by the balls and drag them back here and we'll share some hot young cock." Monica suggested. 

"We'll see Monica." I said as I grabbed by bags and headed for the exit. 

It had cooled off some by the time I left the mall and as I walked across the parking lot my nipples reacted to the cool night air and became twin nubs pressing at the fabric of my tank top. In the back of my mind I wished those two young studs would be waiting outside for me. I know if they had been my hard nipples would have encouraged them to give me another shot. And after my talk with Monica I very well may have given in to their desires. 

They were no where to be found and as I drove out of the nearly empty lot I thought. "It's a long season I'm gonna have to keep my eyes open for those two and see if Monica was right. 

The garage door closed quietly behind me and I gathered up my purchases and walked into the kitchen. Barry had his head stuffed in the frig looking for something. 

"What is it half time?" I said with a disgusted tone of voice. 

He straightened up holding a beer and said. "End of the third. Gotta go." Then turned and disappeared downstairs. 

I stood there in the kitchen thinking. "He's an idiot. I'm standing here with my nipples nearly tearing the material of my tank top. If he'd have just asked I would have followed him downstairs and fucked him silly." 

"Fuck you Barry." I whispered so only I could hear. 

I headed to the bed room alone and rather horny. Once there I stripped naked and after brushing my hair slipped under the cool white cotton sheets of our bed. 

As I lay there stewing over my son of a bitch husbands ignorance my mind returned to the mall and those two boys who had tried to pick me up. 

My delicate fingers moved to my breasts and began softly massaging the warm creamy flesh. My nipples returned to the erect state they had been in earlier. 

I imagined how much different my night would have been had I given him more than a snowballs chance in hell and been more receptive to his comment about throwing a quickie into me. 

My fingers slid down from my breasts toward the cleanly shaven mount of soft flesh above my pussy. I imagined his young hand sliding there and beyond. 

I dipped my finger between the outer lips and found the moist warm folds of my pussy. With closed eyes I fantasized his middle finger slipping between those lips and finding an erect clitoris. 

My own finger found that nub of pleasure and began circling the hard bulb at the center. 

In my minds eye I reached for his erection and slowly began rubbing the length of hard cock shaft with soft delicate fingers. 

I slipped a second finger between my swelling pussy lips to join the first at my hard clit. 

As I became more and more intoxicated with the motion of my own fingers my mind raced with the idea of holding his throbbing cock naked in my hand. 

The heat of youthful cock. The rock hardness of his cock shaft pressing against my palm. The soft flaring flesh of his sensitive corona as my fingers sensually slid over it time and time again. 

My fingers slipped down and deep into the wet searing heat of my completely alive pussy. Involuntarily my hips began moving against my fingers. 

I could almost feel him as he positioned his body over mine. His strong hands pressing my thighs apart spreading me open to accept his blood engorged cock. 

A third finger joined the first two and my hips began to move faster and faster as I fingered my soaking wet twitching pussy closer and closer to orgasm. 

My fantasy continued. His taut cock head touched my pussy lips and I spread my self wider in anticipation of his first lustful plunge inside. 

And then he was inside. In one mighty youthful thrust his rock hard cock was buried to the hilt. Throbbing pulsing twitching inside my searing hot soaking wet pussy. 

"Fuck me!" I whispered imagining my youthful lover was there to hear my plea. 

My fingers in a blaze of erotic motion brought me to an incredible climax. My pussy flooded with fuck juices. Spear after incredible spear of pleasure shot from my loins up into my brain where I imagined my wonderful college boy fucking me until he filled me his boiling thick salty tasting cum. 

As my orgasm subsided I slid my fingers to my mouth and licked the sweet juices from them. It was going to be a long football season. As I fell asleep I almost couldn't wait until the next game. 

To Be Continued....

Another Football Season... Ch. 02



Friday was a dreary stormy day. I had wanted to put on my skimpy bikini and spend the afternoon by the pool. Instead I wasted away the afternoon thinking about my brief encounter with those college boys my conversation with Monica and how upset I was about the start of another boring season. 

I used to enjoy football games. Hell I was a cheerleader in college so I spent a lot of time with the team traveling on buses to away games. I never considered myself to be a prude having my fair share of boy friends both in high and college. I was very popular back then. 

Barry and I got married a year before he passed the bar and have been married for 14 years. We decided early on that we didn't want children but his brothers and sisters provide a long list of nieces and nephews to Christmas shop for. 

Friday evening after dinner Barry and I attended his nephew's high school game. I actually enjoy going to high school football games. I can watch the cheerleaders and Barry can watch the game. 

While we were driving home I asked. "What games are you planning on watching this weekend hun?" 

"There's a college kick off double header on ESPN tomorrow and Sunday evening is the bird's final preseason game." Barry replied. 

"Okay." I replied. 

"Margaret I hope you're not too upset with me. You know how much I love football." Barry said. 

He's probably the only man other than my dad who calls me Margaret. To everyone else I'm either Peg or Peggy. 

"I know baby. I just don't want you to expect me to stick around the house while you're down in your man cave." I replied. 

"Never would Margaret." Barry said. "Maybe you could go shopping with one of your friends." He suggested. 

Barry pulled his E-class into the garage and as we walked into the kitchen he said. "Margaret I'm bushed I think I'm gonna turn in." 

I rolled my eyes at him and replied. "What ever!" 

"Oh yeah another football season and another sexual dry spell." I thought. 

Fourteen years is a long time to be completely faithful I suspected that was about to change. 

I fell asleep that night wondering if every man on the planet became a football zombie this time of year. 

Saturday morning dawned clear and a little chilly. I had some coffee on the patio wearing nothing but an oversized white fluffy bath robe. Our pool is very secluded a high fence with even higher arborvitae growing on the inside. Barry and I often swim naked at night. I even remember him fucking me poolside a few times. At least I think I remember that, could have been a fantasy also. 

Around eleven it had warmed enough that I considered a swim. Barry was already in his man cave watching the pregame shows so I just walked over to the edge of the shallow end and slid my robe off my shoulders. 

Even though the air had warmed the pool water was down right cold. As I dipped my shoulders under the surface I could feel my nipples instantly harden. Ever since my augment surgery my nipples had become ultra sensitive. The slightest change of temperature causes them to harden and become taut enough that tiny beads of flesh pop out along the edge of my areola surrounding the larger piercing nipple in the middle. 

I slowly massaged both tight nipples below the surface of the water. Even in the cold water I could feel warmth between my thighs. I left one hand on my nipple while I slid the other down between my thighs. My middle finger found the slit of my pussy and dipped inside softly stroking my erect clit and deeper. 

As I slowly brought myself to another self induced orgasm I thought. "This is such bullshit. I've wanna get fucked if my prick of a husband won't service me then I was bound and determined to find some man who would." 

I almost rushed back up to my bedroom having finally decided to take matters into my own hands. A quick shower to freshen up and I was ready to decide what to wear. 

I opted for a white lace bra with a deep plunging front that revealed more cleavage that I normally reveal. A matching white lace thong pulled high on my hips and tight through the crotch. 

White dress slacks that clung perfectly to my naked ass cheeks a white silk blouse sheer enough to show the fancy lace of my bra. A pair of white pumps finished my almost virginal appearance. 

Glancing at myself in the full length mirror on the back of my closet door I thought something wasn't exactly right. Then it dawned on me. I had on a really sexy bra that showed off my full breasts and I wasn't taking advantage of it. 

Unbuttoning two more buttons of the blouse did the trick. Some light make-up and I was ready. I giggled to myself when I thought. "Ready for some serious cock hunting. I wanted to discover just what it is that causes young cock to crave a MILF so much." 

As I crossed the kitchen I yelled down the stairs. "Later honey!" 

I'm not sure Mr. Pig Skin heard me and to be completely honest I really didn't care if he did or not. 

I put the top down on the Benz and backed out of the garage. I love driving with the top down having the wind blowing my hair and feeling the warm sunshine on my face. And today had a special reason for having the top down. Any guy who wanted could check me out. 

I drove past a park where there at least fifteen or twenty other football zombies actually playing a pick up game of football. 

I giggled as I thought. "Maybe everyman does turn into a zombie at kick off." 

A few miles further and I came upon Mickey's Beach Bar. I recall a place much like this down the shore where a ton of young men hung out trying to pick up on the available beach bunnies or a lonely waitress. 

I'd give Mickey's a try and turned into their lot. Parking a few spaces from anyone else was a good idea. Not only would it assure my SLK didn't get scratched but it gave every guy in the place a chance to see me strolling toward the bar. 

Heads turned as I made my way to the opposite end of the long bar and took a seat a few stools from the waitress station. I could check all the guys sitting at the bar from here and my long sensual stroll gave them all a chance to check me out too. 

"What'll ya have miss?" The middle aged bartender asked. 

I normally like fruity drinks but figured I need some encouragement so I replied. "A double Drambuie on the rocks please." 

"Comin up miss." The bartender said. 

I'd have thought at least one or two of the men sitting at the bar would have kept looking my way but then I realized they were all staring at the big screen TV at the other end of the bar. Of course it was tuned to collegiate kick off game. 

I took a big gulp of my drink. The Drambuie tasted honey sweet but still burned a little going down. No matter its effect was what I was after. 

I had just about finished my drink when a voice behind me said. "Can I buy the next round?" 

I turned sideways in my stool toward the very sexy voice that was offering me a drink. 

His midnight black wavy hair was combed straight back. Strong facial features were set off by a brilliant white smile. 

"Why yes I'd love another." I said smiling widely at him. 

"Wonderful." He replied then added. "Would you like to join me?" He turned slightly and pointed to a table three quarters across the open air part of the beach bar. 

I was still smiling as I accepted. "Love to." He motioned for the bartender to send a round to his table and then escorted me holding my elbow gently in his hand back to his table. 

"Sit here under the umbrella." He suggested. 

"Thank you".....I paused waiting for him to introduce himself. 

"I'm Mark." He said 

"Margaret." I replied holding one hand close to my heart. 

"My pleasure Margaret." Mark said as he helped me with my chair. 

He no sooner sat down across the table from me when his waitress arrived with our drinks. 

"Drambuie on the rocks and a Black n Tan lager." She said. 

I smiled and lifted the glass to my lips taking a healthy swig. I wanted to make sure the scotch was making me feel giddy and not the fact that Mark was so very sexy. 

"So Margaret what brings you to Mickey's on such a beautiful day?" Mark asked.

"I wanted to get out and enjoy the sunshine and fresh air for a while and get away from The Game." I said lifting my hands and gesturing the quotation marks with my slim fingers. My wedding band and 2 carrot engagement ring clearly showing as I motioned.  

Mark smiled again and asked. "Don't you mean get away from the man watching the game?" He too gestured with his fingers. 

"I suppose I do Mark." I answered. 

"Why aren't you watching the game Mark?" I inquired. 

"Why would I wanna watch a football game when there is such a lovely vision of beauty to watch instead?" Mark replied scoring big points with me. 

I smiled and reached across the table touching his tanned hand as I said. Thank you again." 

Since I was really starting to feel the affects of the scotch I took only a small sip from my glass before I asked. "So what do you do Mark?" 

"I'm a first year grad student at university. Studying for my masters in business management." Mark explained. 

"How about you Margaret?" Mark asked. 

I giggled and replied. "I'm just a trophy wife."

Mark smiled and reached across the table taking my hand in his. "A blue ribbon trophy wife." He said. 

So far Mark had said all the right things. I was beginning to think this cock hunting was going to be easy. 

My head began to swim from the scotch and I bravely asked. "Do you know what a MILF is?" 

Mark grinned and placed his hand on his chin. "I believe I'm looking at one right now." 

I leaned forward giving him a better look at my cleavage. "You think I'm a MILF?" I asked. 

Mark shook his head yes. 

"Have you ever fucked a MILF Mark?" I blurted out. 

Mark again shook his head. 

The scotch made me brave and I asked. "Do you like fucking MILFs?" 

Mark smiled widely and shook his head. "Do you wanna fuck this MILF?" I asked. 

"Do you wanna get fucked?" He asked me. 

I leaned toward him and slipped my hand under his. Looking him directly in those sexy dark eyes I said. "Absolutely!" 

Mark lifted his lager to his lips and finished it in one huge gulp. 

"My place or.." he paused. "My place?" 

I only smiled and shook my head yes. 

Mark helped me from my seat and it was a good thing he did because I might have fallen flat on my ass if he hadn't. 

As he walked me toward the exit he said. "Margaret you're in no condition to drive." 

I reached in my purse and pulled out the keys to my Benz. "Can you drive me Mark?" 

"I'll drive you anywhere Margaret." Mark said. 

I giggled as he opened the passenger door and said. "What I want is for you to drive me insane." 

As we drove my head began spinning or perhaps it was the Benz that was spinning I'm not quite sure. 

The scenery blurred and before I could say a word I lost consciousness.

I awoke in a strange bedroom on a strange bed completely dressed and totally alone. Even thought it hurt to do I lifted my head from the pillow and looked around. It might have been a strange bedroom and bed but it certainly was well appointed and very comfortable. 

"Mark?" I whispered. 

No answer I slid off the soft down filled comforter and walked toward the door. 

"Mark are you here?" I whispered again. 

No answer. 

As I walked toward the kitchen I noticed my keys and a note on the counter. 

"Margaret I had an appointment I had to go to tonight. I hope you're able to drive okay. Next time we meet I'll order you a Shirley Temple." Call me if you'd like to get together sometime. Mark" His number was written below his signature. 

I was so embarrassed downing those two double scotches in that short a time was not only a bad idea but also ruined my chances with Mark who proved he was a real gentleman. He had carried me from the car to his bedroom and let me sleep it off when he could have just as easily stripped me naked and had his way with me. 

I folded his note carefully and hide it away in my purse. I'd certainly be calling him to at least thank him for taking care of me. 

It was a just past six when I arrived home still feeling a little buzzed and very horny. Barry was in the kitchen making a sandwich as I entered from the garage. 

"Hi babe." Barry said continuing to work on his sandwich. 

"Hello Barry how were the games?" I replied. 

He looked up from the counter and answered. "First one was great State won on a last second field goal but the second game's is a blow out." 

Barry kept looking at me his eyes tracking down over my form. "You look really hot today Margaret." He commented. 

"Why thanks baby." I replied smiling at him and feeling good that he had actually noticed my sexy white outfit. 

He picked up his plate and pulled a beer from the frig and headed downstairs to watch the end of the game. I stood there in the kitchen for a few minutes considering the events of that afternoon. Had I not thrown down that second Drambuie I'd most likely have come home sexually satisfied after an afternoon of steamy sex with Mark. But I had that second drink and instead came home embarrassed and still in need of sexual gratification. 

"Well Peggy you have two choices. Head up stairs and satisfy your self or head downstairs and try to seduce Mr. Pig Skin into fore going the rest of the second game." I thought. 

I opted for the latter and as I descended into Barry's man cave I undid the fourth button on my blouse exposing all of my cleavage and the tiny lace covered clasp of my bra. 

"Hi there Margaret. Did you decide to come down and watch the rest of the game with me?" Barry asked without looking away from the television. 

I stepped into his line of sight and placed my hands on my hips. "Actually Barry I thought I'd come down and create my own blow out." I said. 

From his overstuffed leather chair Barry's eyes scanned down over my form. He licked his lips while I slowly undid the fifth and sixth buttons of my blouse and slipped the silky fabric off my shoulders. My blouse fell to the floor in a puddle of silk and I'm sure that had the men in stripped shirts been there I'd have been flagged for illegal motion as I closed the distance between myself and my husband sitting in his chair. 

I slipped one leg between his and pushed sideways. Barry spread his legs and asked. "If you're trying to distract me Margaret it's working." Barry commented. 

I smiled and slid my hands to the clasp of my slacks. Undoing the clasp I turned around and slowly peeled the white material over my ass exposing my perfectly tanned ass cheeks and the miniscule creamy lines where my thong had protected my flesh from the sun. 

I held the waistband of my slacks and bent at the waist until my garment was pooled on the floor around my shoes. 

Stepping out of my slacks I placed my feet further apart and slowly straightened up sliding my spread fingered hands up the back of my legs until they crossed my ass. 

Turning again to face my husband I leaned forward and jiggled my tits for him. He loves when I tease him with my tits and I gave my shoulders an extra shake making sure I wasn't going to lose his attention. 

Barry grinned and asked. "And exactly what did you have in mind Margaret?" 

I knelt between his legs and placed one forearm on each thigh. "How about a little unsportsmanlike conduct?" I asked. 

Barry smiled and lifted his plate from his lap placing it on the end table beside his big leather chair. His hands came to rest on the wide arm rests and his eyes concentrated on me instead of the gridiron action taking place on the big screen behind me.  

I slid my hands in unison up the inside of his thighs and Barry reacted by sliding a little front on the seat. One delicate hand found a growing bulge in his trousers which I slowly massaged under the fabric. 

His cock swelled under my gentle massage tenting his trousers in front. 

"How about a different kind of blow out?" I asked as my deft fingers undid his belt buckle and waist button of his slacks. 

Barry smiled and said. "You have my undivided attention Margaret." 

I pulled the tiny zipper tab down and slipped one hand inside. "You won't penalize me for illegal use of hands will you baby?" 

"Not a chance Margaret." Barry said as he lifted his hips and pushed his pants down to his knees. 

My husband's cock isn't what I'd call huge when totally erect I'd estimate it to be five inches. However when aroused his cock becomes so very hard and what it may lack in length it makes up for in girth. When he fucks me it stretches my pussy tightly around it and that taut flesh massages the flaring corona and shaft each time he thrusts inside me. 

As I slowly stroked him through the fabric of his undershorts his cock responded like always swelling and hardening to a full erection. 

I released my grip and slipped one hand under the material. His erection complete I circled his cock with my soft fingers and stroked him several time skin to throbbing skin. 

"That feels so nice Margaret." Barry whispered. 

I love feeling his cock pulsing in my hand and wanted to massage his balls with my other hand and watch him twitch as my skillful fingers pleasured his cock. 

"Lift up a little Barry." I asked. 

Barry did so and I slipped his underwear off his hips pulling them along his thighs until I gathered his slacks and peeled both garments down to his ankles. 

I slipped his loafers off and he lifted his feet so I could brush his clothes to the side. 

"God you're so sexy!" Barry said as I slowly ran the tips of my fingernails up his legs and along the inside of his thighs. 

Goose bumps instantly rose on his naked flesh. I looked up into his eyes knowing he'd be watching my every move. 

I used my nails to tease the flesh covering his balls which as usual were pulled taut on either side of his erect cock. Barely touching the pulsing shaft I spider walked my nails along it length until I reached the bulging cock head. 

Barry's eyes were glued to mine with his erect cock the only thing in our line of sight. 

I love stroking his hard on watching his expression change as my soft fingers and palms move over the head across the wide corona and down the shaft to his balls. 

One hand cupped those cum filled balls while the other moved expertly up and down the length of his swollen cock. "That feels so good Margaret." Barry exclaimed. 

But I knew what felt even better and what Barry always waited for as I tease his cock with my hands. What he loves most is for me to lean forward and capture his swollen cock between my tits and then dry hump him with their soft firm flesh. 

As I slowly stroked him with my hands I smiled and asked. "You want this hard cock between my tits don't you baby?" 

Barry nodded yes and moved his hands from the chair's arms to my shoulders gently pulling me toward him. 

I released his cock and slid my hands to cup both full tits my thumbs gently massaging my erect nipples through the lacy fabric. Barry's pulled a little firmer on my shoulders. 

I smiled at him knowing he couldn't wait to feel his cock slip between the twin orbs of pleasure that he'd paid nearly eight grand for. 

Leaning forward even more I ended his wait pressing his pulsing cock between my tits and into the soft warm tight cleavage. His cock surged its underside sliding over the lacy clasp that still held my bra tightly in place. 

I slowly began dry humping his cock letting it slid across the crack between my tits and every couple of time I rose up I'd press him deeper into the soft warm flesh. 

His eyes were as big as saucers and stared intently at my chest as I moved his prizes up and down on the hot pulsing cock meat. 

Stepping up my tease a notch I pulled back and used deft fingers to undo the clasp that held my breasts firmly in place. 




Another Football Season... Ch. 02



Barry smiled as the lacy material parted revealing my erect nipples and perfectly round pink areola.

I again cupped both tits and used my thumbs to entice the taut nipples as Barry slid one hand to his cock shaft and slowly stroked himself. 

As I leaned forward again I tucked my chin against my neck and spit between my tits coating the deep cleavage with moisture. 

Barry pressed his cock toward that slippery flesh and as it nestled there I pressed my tits together capturing his throbbing cock. 

"Oh yeah!" Barry exclaimed as I moved my tits up then down smearing my saliva over his entire shaft and flaring cock head. 

Barry again rested his hands on the wide arms of his leather chair and his eyes were glued to the vision of sensuality kneeling before him. 

I began slowly raising up and the dropping down using my full breasts and slippery cleavage to pleasure my husbands throbbing cock. 

He almost involuntarily began thrusting up as I dropped down causing the blood engorged cock head and soft flaring corona to pop out from between my tits. 

"You love fucking my tits don't you baby?" I asked. 

Barry instantly replied. "You know I do Margaret." 

I spoke again. "Are you gonna fuck my hot MILF pussy too?" 

I'm certain Barry knew of the acronym but had never heard me use it. 

"I'm absolutely going to fuck your hot MILF pussy Margaret." Barry replied. 

I released my tits and let him slid through my cleavage spreading my tits apart with his cock then grasped it's slippery length and slapped the head against one sensitive nipple then the other coating them both with warm saliva. 

"I wanna be on top baby." I said as I straighten up and began to stand. 

I especially like being on top. It gives Barry free use of his hands to caress and massage my breasts and taut nipples and I can cup their fullness and lift them to his lips. Barry's cock fits inside me best when I sit on it and ride him. When I do his girth spreads me wide open and the rock hard shaft rubs over my clit each time I plunge down on his fat cock. My orgasms are more intense and quite frequently I've climaxed multiply times when we fuck in that position. 

Barry closed his legs and grasped his aching cock as I stood and quickly removed my lacy thong. 

Moving toward him I placed one knee on the leather arm of his chair and then slowly moved above his loins placing the other on the opposite arm. 

Barry looked beyond his salvia coated cock to examine the glistening lips of my pussy. As I began lowering my loins toward his pulsing cock those glistening lips spread apart. The lower I went the wider the gap between them grew. 

His hand guided the head toward its target. My hands were resting on the top of my thighs and as soon as he felt the searing heat of my pussy begin to surround him he released his grip and let me plunge down over his throbbing fat cock. 

"Hmmmmmm." We both moaned in unison as he filled me. 

As my flesh spread and I dropped entirely upon him I felt his rock hard shaft press against my equally hard clit. With it pressed tightly against the curly patch of pubic hair above his shaft I slowly began to grind back and forth massaging my clit against the fat hard cock meat. 

Barry and I have fucked many times before in this chair and I knew that once he was buried deep inside me I could reach forward and place my hands on either side of his head bringing my tits to his lips. 

His hands slid from my hips where they had been resting as I rose up and plunged down on his fat cock to cup both tits and draw one erect nipple to his lips. 

I moaned deeply as my husband suckled the taut flesh then kissed his way through my cleavage to suckle and lick at the other. While his lips pleasured one nipple his hand massaged the other. 

We always fuck slowly giving our bodies time to become fully in tune with one another. I move my hips up and down as slow as possible then grind my clit against my lover each time he's buried deep inside. My body becomes even more sensitive as I approach orgasm and I slowly started feeling the incredible tingling in my loins as Barry's fat cock and soft lips had the desired effect on me. 

Tiny spirals of pleasure radiated from my pussy and I pressed my chest toward his mouth as he continued licking sucking and occasionally nibbling at my taut nipples. 

I lowered my lips to his ear and whispered. "You're gonna make me cum Barry." 

His suckling grew more intense and I ground my clit hard against him as a spear of pleasure shot up my spine signaling the beginning of another awesome climax. 

"Oh god!" I exclaimed as the full force of my orgasm hit me. 

Barry sucked hard on one nipple sending even more spears toward my brain. 

"Yes baby yes!" I screamed as I rode his beautiful fat cock to the peak of sexual pleasure and beyond. 

"Fuck me Barry!" I exclaimed. 

His hands released my tits and slid again to my hips and my wonderful husband began thrusting up off his chair to meet each sensual plunge I made over his fat throbbing cock. 

Again and again he drove his hard cock up into my twitching pussy. It's searing hot folds of flesh now bathing his pulsing cock with fuck juices. 

Perhaps it was because we hadn't made love for several days or perhaps because I had almost fucked another man earlier in the day but for what ever reason my orgasm was one of the most intense I could ever recall. 

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on both our bodies and I leaned forward crushing my chest against him and burying my face in his neck. 

Finally after what felt like hours my orgasm subsided and I was left a twitching mass of completely spent soaking wet fuck flesh mounted on my glorious husbands still rock hard cock. 

Barry held me tightly against him my heaving breasts pressed against his sweaty chest. Our sopping wet loins mashed together. His hands slowly massaged my back and I kissed his neck over and over. 

My breathing returned to normal and I planted soft kisses on his neck and ears until he turned his lips to my ear and whispered. "Please suck me off Margaret." 

Barry is the only man who has ever cum in my mouth and to be totally honest I find his cum somewhat distasteful. Its thick consistency and very salty flavor almost always make me gag as I try to swallow his cum load. 

But my wonderful husband had just given me the climax of a life time and I was not going to disappoint him by not giving him what he wanted most. 

I rose up and let his fat cock slip from the searing depths of my pussy. He smiled as it created a popping sound and then flopped against his abdomen. 

I slid off his leather chair and between his thighs as he spread himself wide open for me. 

My hand captured his glistening cock coated with the fuck juices that I was certain were dripping from me onto the carpet between my thighs. 

I licked my soft warm lips with the tip of my tongue moistening them to accept his throbbing fat cock. 

Dropping deeper on my haunches Barry's throbbing glistening cock stood erect between my face and his lustful stare. 

Without speaking a single word I extended my tongue until the tip made contact with his ball sack. 

"Lick it!" Barry pleaded. 

I ran the tip of my tongue from his scrotum along the bulge of his urethra and over the tiny sensitive patch of flesh where his corona blends into his cock shaft and then circled the corona with smaller and smaller circles up over the flaring head to the tiny slit that would be shooting his thick cum into my mouth very soon. 

His cock tasted like my pussy a sweet musky taste only a woman's body can produce. I licked him clean of my taste before rising up and taking the tip of his cock between my lips. 

While I find Barry's cum somewhat distasteful I absolutely love having his cock in my mouth. I love how its girth stretches my lips and the feel of his corona slipping between my soft lips and over my tongue. Barry's cock fills my mouth but doesn't have the length to force its way beyond and into my throat. I've heard of women who can swallow nine or ten inches of cock meat forcing it deep down their throats and I often wondered if I would be able to perform that incredible oral talent. 

As I lowered my mouth over him and closed my lips tightly around the head just above the corona Barry moaned and said. "Suck it!" 

My lips spread to accept his widest part the smooth sensitive corona and after I had his entire head inside I lowered my mouth over the rest of his fat cock. 

He groaned deeply as my upper lip and nose pressed into this pubic mound. I found a way to slip my tongue between the bulge of his urethra and my stretched lower lip to lick at his balls while I held me completely inside my hot wet mouth. 

"God Margaret I love it when you take me completely like that." Barry exclaimed. 

My saliva glands produced what felt like buckets of spit and as I rose up and he slipped from my mouth the first time a thick string of saliva hung from my tongue to the tip of his fat cock. 

I pursed my lips and sucked that spit back into my mouth while I dropped my mouth over him again. 

Once again my nose was buried in his pubic hair and I even pressed harder trying to force him deeper toward my throat. 

Barry groaned deeply as I tried to swallow even more of his fat throbbing cock. 

I began alternating taking him deeply in my mouth with just holding the head between my lips and sucking hard on it while stroking the exposed shaft with my long delicate fingers. 

"God damn Margaret what's gotten into you tonight?" Barry exclaimed clearly realizing I was trying some new oral techniques on his wonderful fat cock. 

I let him slip from my mouth and grinning with his glistening cock resting against my lips I said. "Just trying to be a good MILF cock sucker baby." 

I stroked his cock shaft slowly with my fingers while circling the smooth flesh of his corona with the flat wide part of my tongue. 

"You gonna cum for me Barry?" I questioned him. 

After being married for fourteen years you get to know your man. You learn when he's about to cum. You learn that when his breathing starts to come in short gasps when his balls pull up even tighter to his cock shaft when the head turns a deep dark purple color engorged with pulsing blood. When that first tiny droplet of pre cum oozes from his cock head you know he's getting close. 

I smeared that droplet of semen across his cock head with my tongue and took him inside. 

"Suck it Margaret!" Barry begged. 

My cheeks drew inward as I applied intense sucking pressure to his fat cock head. My hand became a blur of movement as I stroked his rock hard cock shaft pumping his thick salty cum from his balls. 

"That's it baby.......I'm cummmmming!" Barry screamed. 

One more stroke with my fist and he shot a thick very salty tasting load of cum in my mouth. It splashed against the back of my throat and try as I might I couldn't stop the gag reflex. I pulled his fat cock from my mouth and thick cum oozed off my tongue and over my lip streaming down and dripping from my chin. 

"Jerk it baby!" Barry pleaded. 

I held him directly in front of my face and jerked his cock feverishly. Another shot of sticky thick cum shot out of the tiny slit splashing down over the pulsing head and my surrounding fingers. 

"That's it Margaret jerk it just like that." He begged. 

His cum oozed from him making his cock slippery and sticky at the same time. 

I slowed the rhythm of my hand and began smearing his thick cum all over his cock and balls. 

"Oh baby you made me cum so hard." Barry said. 

I smiled and leaned forward giving his sticky cum coated cock a gentle kiss. 

"I love sucking your cock Barry. I just wish I could get used to the consistency and taste of your cum." I said. "I'd love to be able to swallow your entire cum load." I added. 

"Don't worry Margaret you do just fine." Barry said trying to make me feel better. 

"I read something in Cosmopolitan about how to improve the taste of cum but the first two things it said was to cut out alcohol and caffeine. I couldn't ask you to give up either just so your cum tastes better." I said. 

Barry smiled and again said. "Margaret please don't worry about it. To me it's actually more erotic having you stroke me through my climax . I love the expression on your face as you watch me cum."

"Thanks baby." I replied as I stood up. "Now let's get you cleaned up." I added. 

I went into the powder room and washed him from my hands then returned with a warm wash cloth and cleansed my lover's loins. I leaned down and kissed him softly on the mouth and said. Thank you Barry I really needed that." 

He smiled and replied. "Me too Margaret." 

I slipped my thong back on and sat down on the arm of his chair. "I'll let you enjoy the rest of the game baby." 

"Thanks Margaret. I'll be up to bed as soon as the game ends." Barry said. 

I gathered up my things and headed off to bed. As I waited to fall asleep I pondered my situation. Barry clearly could be distracted enough to pay me some attention at least tonight. I doubted I would be nearly as successful when the pro games were on. Perhaps I would go slower with my cock hunt and see if my wonderful husband came around. 

Barry never made it upstairs he fell asleep in his chair watching highlights on Sports Center. 

Too be continued... 



Another Football Season... Ch. 03



I slept til noon the morning after Barry and I had made love during the fourth quarter. Slipping into my fluffy white robe I made my way to the kitchen. 

"Morning Margaret." Barry said not even lifting his eyes from the sports section. 

"Good morning Barry." I replied.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down across the table from him. I let my robe fall open at the top exposing my luscious breasts to him hoping he would notice and decide on a follow up fuck session in the kitchen. 

I figured he only wanted to satisfy one craving that day. His inexhaustible craving for football. I flipped him off but he didn't notice. I suspected I could have crawled under the table and taken his fat cock in my mouth and he wouldn't have noticed.

It was the Sunday before the start of the regular season and my wonderful husband was beginning to act like the pigskin zombie he turned into each and every fall since our wedding day. 

"Fuck you!" I thought to myself. I stood up and tied my robe closed tightly. He wouldn't see these twin orbs of pleasure until after the Pro Bowl in early February. 

I walked out on the deck and sat by the pool to finish my coffee. Alone and stewing about the prospects of another long boring season. 

The night before Barry had, to put it mildly, fucked me senseless but I figured he had decided to give me one good fuck before he zombied out on me for the next four months. 

I finished my coffee and without regard to who might be watching dropped my robe and dove into the deep end of the pool. A couple laps would wash the residue of his sex from my body and perhaps cleanse my mind of any idea that my son of a bitch husband would satisfy me again before Valentine's Day. 

To make sure my assumption regarding his interests I walked back into the house dripping wet dragging my robe on the floor behind me. 

Barry had moved to the den and was engrossed in the special pull out Pro Preview section of the Sunday paper. 

As I walked across the room completely naked and dripping wet he said. "You going shopping today Margaret?" He never lifted his eyes from the paper he never noticed I was before him naked as a jay bird he never noticed that he could throw me down on the carpet and slam his fat cock into any hole he chose. 

"I believe I will." I replied after walking away and heading for my bed room. 

Barry's addiction to football made me jealous his obsession with the game made me angry his lack of attention made me want to find someone who hated football and would pay me the attention I demanded. 

As I dressed I got more jealous more angry and more craving of attention. I decided that for the next four months I was going to be a cock hunting MILF and the thought of that excited me. 

Twenty minutes later I came bounding down the stairs and in passing said. "Later baby." 

Barry didn't look up from his preview section he just replied. "Have a good time Margaret." 

If he only knew what kind of good time I was planning he'd have thrown that paper aside and thrown me to the floor to give me his fat cock and keep me home like a good little trophy wife. 

The afternoon sun warmed my face as I drove along in my flashy Benz. While sitting at a red light I remembered Mark that handsome young gentleman who'd rescued me yesterday afternoon. I fumbled through my purse trying to find his number. The blare of a car's horn reminded me to pay more attention to the traffic light and I gunned the Benz speeding further down the avenue. 

Finally unzipping the tiny almost hidden pouch on the side of my purse I pulled the slip of paper on which Mark had written his note to me. 

I gave the dash mounted cellular a voice command. "Dial 507-484-6701." 

"Please hold while the person you are trying to reach is located." The generic woman's voice replied. 

"Hi this is Mark. Sorry I can't take your call right now but if you leave your number and a short message after the tone I'll get back to you as soon as I can." Mark's voice mail message played. Even his recorded voice sounded sexy. 

In the second or two before the beep I contemplated if I should leave a message or just try again later. If I left my number he could call me anytime or at an inopportune time. Before I could reach to the dash and disconnect I heard the "Beep" 

I never bothered to set up my number so it wouldn't appear on the caller ID of people I call so rather than have him wonder who was calling I said. "Hi Mark this is Peggy. Give me a call when you get the message. It's 209-562-8891. Talk to you soon bye." Was the message I left for my knight in shinning armor. 

A moment after I disconnected I realized Mark knew me as Margaret but I hoped he would still make the connection and call me back this afternoon. After all I needed to thank him for taking care of me after those double shots of scotch took affect yesterday afternoon. 

It was such a beautiful afternoon that I decided to take a walk at Hillside Park. There were a lot of others who had the same idea and I was forced to park in the overflow lot quite a distance from the main part of Hillside. 

After putting the top up and locking the Benz I headed off toward the walking path. Had I known I was going to be taking a walk I would have worn shoes more appropriate for walking on gravel pathways. The heels of my open toe sandals dug into the stones and small stones kept getting under my toes. After about fifty yards of that I just slipped them off and went barefooted. I was wearing a brightly colored sundress with thin straps that ran up over the shoulders. The dress was very comfortable and didn't accentuate my breasts too much. Every so often there are park benches along the walking path and I decided to sit a while on the first one I came to that wasn't already in use. 

Couples and families continuously strolled by the bench. Several men checked me out as they passed trying to be as discrete as possible so their significant other wouldn't notice them paying attention to another woman. 

The bright sunlight streamed through the openings of the trees surrounding my bench and it warmed my body against the light breeze. I was really enjoying just sitting there alone with my thoughts. Of course those thoughts eventually turned to sex or better yet the possible lack of sex that I was anticipating over the course of the football season. 

Suddenly I felt something furry brush against my leg startling me until I looked down and saw the cutest little puppy wagging his tail and winding his little furry body around me legs. 

"Buster stop that." A mans voice said from behind. 

I turned to see who's voice I'd heard. 

"So sorry miss. I'm still trying to train my dog not to run up to strangers." The man said. 

I smiled at him and said. "But he's such a cute little dog and certainly friendly." 

"A little too friendly." He replied. 

I reached down and scratched Busters head between two perky ears and he instantly started licking my hand. 

Now I've heard that some men use cute little dogs to break the ice with strange women but somehow I didn't think this guy or Buster had that in mind. Never the less the ice was broken and I seized the opportunity to make a new friend. 

"Well it looks as though Buster isn't going to listen to you as long as I keep scratching his head so maybe you'd like to have a seat." I suggested. 

"Thanks Miss. I've been walking him for quite some time now and to be honest I'm ready for a break." He replied. 

As he sat beside me I offered him one delicate hand and said. "I'm Peggy and this is Buster." Continuing to scratch the pup's head. 

"Nice to meet you Peggy. I'm Sam." He said lightly shaking my hand. 

Sam was probably a few years older then me with salt and pepper hair dark eyes and a wonder inviting smile. He appeared to be maybe fifteen pounds over weight but didn't appear at all fat. He wore a light blue pull over sweater and old comfortable faded blue jeans. 

"Is Sam short for Samuel?" I asked. "Yes and I assume Peggy is your nickname?" He replied. 

"You're right Sam. My given name is Margaret." I admitted. 

He smiled and said. "Margaret is a beautiful name. It fits such a beautiful lady." He added scoring points with me. 

Buster jumped up on the bench between Sam and me and lay down with his snout resting on tiny paws. 

"Well Buster is certainly comfortable being with you Margaret." Sam commented. 

"He certainly is." I replied. 

Even though we'd just met Sam made me feel comfortable too. His warm smile inviting me to get to know him better. 

"So Sam how come you're not home watching football today." I asked. 

He grinned and replied. "I'm not much into sports Margaret." 

At the very least he had just scored a field goal with me. He couldn't have answered that question better. 

"What brings you to Hillside today Margaret?" Same asked. 

"Sports actually to be more precise football." I said. 

Sam got a confused expression on his face then asked. "It there a game here today." 

I laughed and tried to clear up his confusion. "No but that's the only thing happening at my house today." 

"Oh the men at home are all watching games?" Sam asked. 

"Just one man." I replied. 

I had to figure Sam put two and two together and knew I was talking about my husband because he glanced down at my hand where my wedding band and engagement ring clearly showed. 

"You married Sam?" I asked. 

"Divorced." He replied then added. "Almost two years now."

"How long have you been married Margaret?" Sam asked. 

I replied. "Fourteen years."

"Happily?" Sam inquired. 

I glanced over at him and after thinking for a moment said. "Seven out of twelve months yes." 

His somewhat confused expression told me to explain. 

"The other five months are football season." I added with a sheepish grin on my lips. 

Buster lifted his head and looked at me. His big puppy dog eyes almost begging for me to scratch his head again. I lifted my hand and slowly ran my nails through his soft fur as I waited for Sam to say something.

Instead Sam placed his hand over mine and then asked. "Margaret what does a football widow do for fun during the season." His eyes searching mine as he increased the pressure on my hand. 

Without loosing eye contact I explained. "Up until now I shopped a lot and got very bored." 

"And this season?" Sam inquired. 

"I'll still shop a lot but the bored part ain't happening."I answered. 

Sam removed his hand from mine and lifted it to the back of the bench behind me. He turned to face me more directly then asked. "Have you ever cheated on your husband Margaret?" 

"Never." Was my one word reply. 

"Does he know?" Sam asked. 

"Does he know I'm thinking of having an affair?" I asked. 

"Yes." Sam said. 

"To be completely honest I don't think he even remotely thinks it could happen." I answered. "He thinks I have too much to lose." 

"Do you?" Sam asked. 

"I probably do but I'll be damned if I'm gonna endure another long season as a celibate." I quickly answered. 

"Margaret I've been celibate for over three years." Sam admitted. 

"Why?" I asked. 

Sam explained. "For the last year of our marriage my ex and I didn't have sex. She was involved with another man and I knew about it. Until our divorce was final the thought of having sex with her turned my stomach." 

"And since?" I asked. 

"I'm forty one years old Margaret getting back into the dating scene doesn't come easy to an over forty graying out of shape man." Sam explained. 

"I think that little touch of gray is sexy Sam and you're not that outta shape." I said smiling at him. 

Sam smiled widely at me. "Thank you Margaret. I think you're very sexy too." He said. 

Buster settled his snout back down to the bench and I slipped my hand from his head to his master's thigh. 

"Someone recently called me a MILF." I said. 

He smiled back at me and moved his hand from the bench to my back. "You're not old enough to be a MILF Margaret." He whispered. 

Sam began moving his hand ever so slightly finger tips gently caressing my back just above the top of my sundress. My body reacted to his gentle touch and goose bumps rose on my arms along with to more pronounced bumps on the front of my dress. 

"Hmmmmmmm that feels wonderful." I whispered. 

His smile warmed me but did little to reduce the effects of his sensual touch. 

Sam leaned very close to me his lips nearly touching my ear. He whispered. "Would you like a massage Margaret?" 

I turned my head causing his lips to touch my cheek. My nipples instantly reacted and got even harder. With a wide smile I asked. "Here Sam?" 

"My place." Sam answered. 

I wanted to kiss him but resisted the urge knowing someone who knows me might be in the area. In fact I had been somewhat worried the entire time we were seated on the bench that someone I know would see us. 

His eyes searched mine soulful eyes that nearly melted me. 

I whispered. "I'd like that." 

Sam smiled again his hand explored more of my naked back. 

"My car is near by." He suggested. 

"I'll take mine Sam that way you won't have to bring me back." I said. 

"Okay Margaret." Sam said then quickly added. "Shall we?" 

I couldn't wait to feel his soft hands all over my body touching every inch of flesh softly massaging the muscles into submission. 

"Yes let's!" I nearly exclaimed. 

Sam stood up and offered me his hand. I bent down and grabbed my sandals by the heel straps and let him help me from the bench. Buster jumped down and instantly became the tail wagging blur of fur he had been when we first met. 

Sam Buster and I slowly walked back to the parking lot hand in hand like a loving couple. I hoped it wouldn't be too long before his hand found the warm wet spot between my thighs. 

"My car is over there." Sam said pointing in the opposite direction from where the Benz was parked. 

I smiled and slipped my hand from his. "I'm way over there." I said pointing toward the overflow lot where the Benz sat now all alone. 

"That silver coupe is yours?" Sam asked. 

"Yes that's my SLK 55 AMG." I said somewhat proudly. 

"Geez Margaret that's a sweet ride. I'm driving a company car." Sam replied. 

"Wait for me by the exit okay Sam." I said as we parted ways and each headed to our cars. 

"Sure will." Sam said then talked to his dog. "Come on Buster time for a ride in the car." 

Buster's tail went absolutely crazy as he and his master walked away from me. 

I watched them both for a few seconds. They both seemed to have a special bounce in their walks. 

As I turned and started toward the Benz I thought to myself. "This cock hunting thing might not be to hard. In less than twenty four hours I've already found two willing men who both could care less about who scored the winning touchdown or made the game saving tackle. I guess not all men turn into football zombies as I had thought. 

I slipped into my heeled sandals and slid into the drivers seat. By the time I got the Benz fired up and turned around Sam and Buster were already double parked by the exit from Hillside Park. Sam in the drivers seat and Buster hanging half way out the rear passenger window watching every movement that went on around him. 

I gave my horn a toot as I approached and Sam pulled out ahead of me. As we picked up speed Buster stuck his snout out into the wind. His little puppy ears flapping in the breeze and his tongue extended like some kind of sail. What a cute little dog he is and who would have thought he'd be the one to help me find what I wanted most. 

Sam's place wasn't too far from the park and in no time we were pulling into the driveway of a lovely two story colonial with brick front and a two car garage attached. As I slowed both garage doors opened. Sam pulled into the one on the right and I guided the Benz into the left bay. 

"Good thinking Sam. We don't want the neighbors seeing a strange car in the driveway especially one as flashy as my Benz." I thought as I slipped the transmission into park and turned the key. Both doors closed behind us and Sam jumped from his sedan and hurried around the front toward me. Buster was running around at his feet as Sam opened my door and offered me his hand. I rewarded his gentlemanly act by giving him a healthy look at my creamy white thighs as I turned and stepped out of my Benz. 

I could tell he got the look I wanted as he blushed a little then realized I'd offered him the view for being such a gentleman. 

Sam held my hand and lead me around the front of his car. I nearly stumbled over Buster who was a blur of fur at our feet. 

Pushing the door open Sam Buster and I stepped into his kitchen. He said. "She wasn't interested in the house and since I put so much time and effort into fixing the place up I decided to keep it." 

And fix it up he had. The kitchen was immaculate not a single thing out of place everything sparkling clean. 

"I'm impressed Sam my kitchen isn't nearly as orderly as yours." I commented. 

Sam giggled and replied. "Doesn't get used much Margaret." 

He walked over to the pantry cabinet and opened the door. Reaching in he retrieved a brand new rawhide chew and call to Buster. 

"Snackie Buster!" He nearly shouted. 

Buster came running and started jumping widely at around Sam.

Sam bent down and offered Buster his treat and in an instant he was off to his special hiding place where he took all his treats. 

"That will keep him busy for a couple hours Margaret." Sam said with a devilish grin on his lips. 

I smiled knowing that I wouldn't have to worry about the little pup trying to lick something he shouldn't. 

Sam again took my hand and lead me into his family room. A very cozy den with a large plasma television in one corner a fireplace across the far end and a well stocked library in the other corner. Facing all three was a huge sectional sofa with a lounging seat at one end. 

Soft lights shown from the ceiling and a very unique ceiling fan rotated slowly overhead. 

"What a wonderful room Sam." I commented. 

"Thanks Margaret. It's nice to be able to share it with someone." Sam replied. 

I walked over to him and slowly placed one hand on each of his shoulders. Our eyes met as I whispered. "Sam do you remember at the park when you asked me if I wanted a massage?" 

"Yes." He replied. 

I moved even closer and looking deeply into his awesome dark eyes I again whispered. "When I turned my head and your lips brushed my cheek?" 

"Yes Margaret I remember." Sam said. 

"Your touch made my nipples hard Sam and I wanted to kiss you in the worst way." I admitted. 

"I wanted that too Margaret." He said. 

I closed the miniscule distance between our bodies and tilted my head back. Through parted moist lips I began to whisper. "Kiss.." but before I could utter the word me Sam's lips found mine. A sensual soft first kiss barely touching but touching none the less. 

His arms circled my body and pulled me tighter against his. My erect nipples piercing at the cotton fabric of my sundress covering them. 

Sam's tongue darted toward mine and I accepted it gladly. As our kiss intensified Sam began moving his hands over my back. As first down to the base of my spine then up into the short hair on the back of my neck. I continually ran my fingernails through his wavy hair. His touch excited me. His tongue encouraged me. His smell intoxicated me. 

I moaned softly as his hands slid beyond the base of my spine and pulled my loins toward him. Toward him and against the growing bulge in his jeans. 

Pleadingly I asked. "Can I touch it?" 

Sam didn't reply but instead slipped his hand over mine and guided me to his growing cock. 

"Hmmmmmm." I moaned as my delicate fingers ran the length of his imprisoned erection. 




Another Football Season... Ch. 03



Both of his hands were again on my ass. Kneading the soft flesh pulling my loins tight against my hand and and his hard cock. 

Sam darted his tongue repeatedly between my lips our mouths tightly against one another preforming a passion dance of lust. 

He broke our kiss and moved his lips to my ear. "I promised you a massage Margaret." He whispered. 

"Later baby." I replied. 

I wanted his internal massage most of all. I wanted to strip this wonderful gentleman and have him for myself. 

Sam's deft fingers slid to the tiny metal tab at the top of my dresses zipper and slow very very slowly he began to slid the tab down my back. 

I moaned deeply as he took forever to pull it all the way down. Sam cupped his fingers around the open zipper and almost as slowly ran them up until he reached the top. 

"Yes baby!" I exclaimed as he continued up under the shoulder straps that still held the dress to my body. 

As his soft fingers slid over my shoulders I dropped my arms to my sides and leaned back still keeping contact with his rock hard cock with my pubic mound. 

Sam's eyes followed the fabric as he peeled it from my full lush breasts. His eyes widened when the fabric slipped off my tits exposing twin pink totally erect nipples. 

Sam returned his gaze to my eyes as I whispered. "They're very sensitive Sam." 

Knowing I couldn't keep my loins pressed against his and still have him slip the dress from my hips I reluctantly move my hips back while he slid the garment off my hips and let it fall to the floor a puddle of colorful fabric around my heeled sandals. 

His eyes explored every inch of naked flesh before him almost as if he was memorizing the vision for all time. 

Sam moved his hands to my hips and turned me so I was facing away from him. His hands slowly moved from my hips across my belly. One index finger circled the outline of my belly button. 

I cooed softly and arched my back pressing my shoulder against his chest and my ass against his loins. The rock hard bulge of his cock pressed into my ass. 

Sam's hands inched up toward my heaving breasts and paused when his fingers reached the crease beneath where they merge with the flesh of my torso. 

"Touch them please Sam." I said urging his soft hands onward. 

His fingers climbed over my tingling flesh thumbs and index fingers tweaking my taut nipples both at once. I shuddered from the awesome sensation of another man touching my breasts. His soft hands gently caressing their full firmness. My erect nipples piercing into his palms begging for more attention.

While I was pleased with his gentle foreplay of my tits I wanted him to know that there was more to me than a pair of sensitive breasts. I slid my right hand up and grasped his wrist slowly drawing his soft hand down over my belly to the clean shaven mount of trembling flesh above my pussy. 

"Please touch me here." I pleaded. 

Sam moved his hand almost too slowly toward my steamy slit. His middle finger first discovering my erect clit which he circled several times before applying direct pressure on the hard nub. 

"Oh god yes!" I exclaimed as his wonderful finger teased my throbbing clit. 

Sam nuzzled his lips against my neck and kiss every inch he could reach then directed his attention to my ear. His lips sucked on my ear lobe and he flicked his tongue against it repeatedly. 

I shuddered again and whispered. "You're driving me insane baby." 

I turned my head as far as I could trying to capture his lips with my own but before I could he slipped his middle finger between my pussy lips and into the steaming hot dripping wet depths. 

I shuddered once again as a spear of pleasure raced through my body. Sam's hands were softer than Barry's and every bit as skillful if not more. He used his finger to explore and discover parts of my pussy that I couldn't remember ever being touched like this before. 

"Oooooooooh Sam!" I exclaimed as his caresses nearly caused my knees to buckle. 

All the while Sam was caressing my body from behind I was grinding my ass against his still denim imprisoned erection. I wanted that rock solid bulge pardoned and released from the jail cell that kept it from me. 

I turned to face him causing his finger to slip from inside me. Drawing his glistening finger to my lips I suckled it licking my wetness from him. 

Sam started to pull my body toward his once again. But I wanted naked flesh against naked flesh and quickly move my hands between us. He paused and smiled widely knowing exactly what I wanted. 

While I found the way he removed my dress highly erotic I was having none of that with his sweater. In one swift movement I pulled the garment over his head and tossed it aside like some old rag. 

Sam's chest is very tanned most likely from doing yard work bare chested. The salt and pepper effect of his hair is repeated on his chest. His nipples small and dark stood out very hard. 

I ran my sexy nails up through his chest hair and whispered. "Very sexy." 

Once my hands reached his shoulders I circled his neck and together we pulled our bodies together. My nipples tingled as they contacted his hairy chest. 

"I love that." I said just before his lips and tongue found mine and our passionate french kissing began again. 

With my body now naked with the exception of my white satin thong and heeled sandals Sam was free to explore inch and inch of sensual soft flesh with his soft hands. And explore he did. As we kissed he caressed my shoulders and back. He grasped my ass and pulled my loins even tighter against the throbbing bulge still imprisoned by denim bars. 

My hands continually explored his upper torso and strong arms. While he may be a little overweight he still was a powerful man and I traced the outline of his arm muscles with delicate fingernails. 

"God I want you Margaret!" Sam exclaimed while I gasped for breath once we broke off our seductive french kiss. 

I pulled his ear to my lips and whispered. "Take me Sam." 

Sam turned slightly and in one herculean movement swooped me off my feet and into his strong arms. I instantly circled his neck with my hands and gazed lustfully into his eyes as he carried me to the lounging seat at the far end of the sofa. 

Ever so gently he placed me on his altar of lust. Before straightening up Sam kissed me again. A soft sensual kiss to hold me over until he joined me on the altar. 

I turned slightly as he began undoing his belt and grasped the satin material of my thong at my hips and pulled the garment high over my sexy flaring hips. 

Sam's eyes were glued to my body roaming up and down over and over again. His chest muscles twitching involuntarily wanting to be caressed again by my delicate finger tips. 

I kept my eyes directed to his loins wanting the fully erect bulge to be released from its denim confines wanting that rock hard cock exposed to my lustful gaze and sensual touch. 

Sam opened his belt slowly almost teasingly slowly and them moved his fingers to the clasp that held his jeans in place. 

My eyes remained on his loins waiting for my sexual gift to be unwrapped. 

His fingers moved the tab of his zipper down and the denim finally mercifully began to give way. A flash of white cotton appeared and as he slipped the jeans off his hips that cotton tented forward. His nearly unleashed erection pushing the elastic waistband away from his abdomen. 

Sam smiled knowing in my mind he was taking far to long to remove the final barrier that prevented me from seeing what I wanted to see most. 

I licked my lips in anticipation and whispered. "I want you Sam." 

His thumbs hooked under the elastic and slowly turned the fabric inside out. A deep purple cock head appeared. Another turn and the flaring soft flesh of his corona was exposed to my lustful stare. 

"Oh god yes baby." I whimpered.

The cotton slipped lower and my eyes were rewarded with a view of a rock hard cock shaft bulging in every way a matrix of blood engorged pulsing veins and a thick urethra running along the underside. 

Mercifully the cotton fell away and I was rewarded with my first full view of my new lover's fuck tools. A heavy scrotum filled with cum producing balls. His ball sack hung away from the base of his erect cock and as Sam stepped out of his briefs his balls swayed from side to side. I couldn't wait to hold those twin globes of cum filled flesh in my hands and I again licked my lips in anticipation. 

Sam moved toward me his erection pointed straight at me. I reached for it wanting to feel for the first time his beautiful cock pulsing in the palm of my delicate hand wanting to circle the deep purple head with my fingers and tease the sensitive flesh of his corona with my sexy nails. 

Sam stopped short of my reach and sat on the lounge beside my feet. I gazed down between his thighs at the object of my desire it's hard flesh throbbing blood racing through the veins. 

Sam smiled as he circled one ankle with both hands and then slowly began to massage up the length of my calf. I let my attention to his beautiful cock wain for just a moment and tilted my head back moaning as he again touched me with his soft hands. 

His thumbs teased at my knee cap as the other fingers caressed the flesh behind my knee. I brought my head forward again and captured his eyes with mine. He pierced my eyes with his lustful wanton stare. His hands slowly move up circling my thigh and teasing the quivering flesh they found there. 

"Absolutely lovely." Sam remarked as his hand preformed their magic journey toward my loins. 

I hoped he wouldn't give the other leg the same treatment because I didn't believe I could endure the wait. 

Sam shifted his hips moving further up the lounge toward me and bringing his erect cock with my reach. 

I slid one hand along his thigh until I could turn it and grasp that beautiful cock in my fingers. 

"Hmmmm." Sam moaned as my talented digits surrounded his pulsing cock. 

As the same time his soft hand reached the confluence of my thighs and his index finger brushed against my labia still covered with satin fabric. The contact sent a chill up my spine and caused my glands to excrete juices in anticipation of what was about to happen. 

I grasped his rock hard cock and slowly stroked upward toward the head letting my soft fingers linger over the flaring smooth flesh of his corona. 

Sam moaned deeply and as I had told him earlier said. "It's very sensitive Margaret." A fact that I would use to my advantage later when I teased him there with my lips and tongue. 

Sam didn't pierce my labia with his skillful digits but continued his sensuous climb along my quivering naked body. His hands now flat on my belly and moving toward my full heaving tits. 

I slowly began stroking his cock reaching as far as I could between his thighs but not able to yet cup his massive balls in my palms. 

His soft fingers reached the crease of flesh where my tits blend into my belly and he slid his thumbs together to explore the deep cleavage between my tits. As he twisted his hand inwards his finger tips slid up over my tits and touched my nipples again. Another chill shot up my spine. 

"Oh god Sam." I exclaimed. 

Sam shifted his weight once again and leaned toward the heaving orbs of tingling flesh. A deep throaty moan escaped my throat as his hands lifted the quivering flesh and taut nipples toward his moist lips. 

"YES BABY!" I exclaimed as he formed an "O" with his lips and sucked one hard nipple between. His tongue darted toward the sensitive nub of pleasure and tantalized it with repeated soft flicks. 

"Oh god Sam." I whimpered again. 

His tongue and lips moved away for only a moment while he captured the twin and tease that one likewise. 

My delicate hand continued to move slowly up and down the length of his twitching cock shaft and each time my soft fingers slid over the smooth corona I hesitated for a moment to pay special attention to his most sensitive spot. I loved how his cock felt in my hand. Longer and not as fat as another cock I'm familiar with it's bulging head would surely rub against my cervix and g-spot when eventually he began thrusting it into my hot searing fuck flesh. I was certain that his longer length would also reach the back of my throat and beyond finally allowing me to feel what it is like to have a throbbing cock slip into my warm moist throat. Oh yes this beautiful cock that I held in my delicate finger was going to provide me with untold new pleasures and I could hardly wait to experience those erotic pleasures. 

Sam pleasured both my nipples for an extended time and I wasn't about to ask him to stop since time after time his soft oral caresses sent spears of pleasure through my body. My nipples tingled unlike they had ever before. While my son of a bitch spouse lingered on my tits I was quickly becoming aware that Barry had no clue how to pleasure me with his mouth like my new lover was at this very moment. It was becoming brutally clear that Sam is leaps and bounds beyond Barry when it came to giving oral pleasure and I couldn't wait for him to use those talents between my thighs. 

My wait wasn't long as Sam slowly kissed his way up my chest to my neck and then my mouth kissing me deeply on the mouth probing my oral cavity with his expert tongue. I moaned soulfully as he pierced my lips and explored my tongue with his. He broke our kiss and whispered. "So beautiful." 

I ran my nails through his hair for a moment before he moved away briefly standing partly while he lifted one knee and placed it between my legs. As he moved the other to join the first his erect cock slid across the quivering flesh on my thigh. 

I stared at him with lustful wanton eyes knowing he was about to bestow untold oral pleasures on my twitching body. 

His hands slid up my thighs and skillful fingers hooked the tiny straps high on my hips and slowly peeled my thong off my loins. I lifted my hips to allow him to remove the garment and as it reached my knees I lifted my feet high above him as he slipped the satin thong over my heels. 

Sam tossed the flimsy thong aside and grasped my ankles. "Can we leave these on?" He asked as his hands slid up off my ankles and onto the heel of my sandals. 

I whispered my reply. "I love fucking with my sexy shoes on Sam." 

I couldn't see his expression but knew his eyes were glued to what was about to be exposed. 

We both moved my feet apart spreading my legs and exposing my glistening pussy to his lustful stare. Sam's expression astounded me. His wide eyed lusty stare sent another chill up my spine. His eyes screamed I want you. 

"Sam do you wanna fuck that sweet MILF pussy?" I asked. 

Sam just nodded but his eyes screamed YES. 

He slowly began crawling up and spreading my thighs wider and wider. My glistening labia swollen and moist lay exposed before him. Sam was the first man other Barry who has ever seen my pussy. I think Sam is the first that looked upon it with such and intense lustful stare. 

He stretched his arms out to the side keeping his dead grip on the heels of my sandals and I felt my twitching lips spread allowing my new lover to gaze down at the tight entrance to my fuck tunnel. 

I looked down over my heaving breasts to gaze at his loins. Sam's raging cock stood straight away from his body. His extended nut sack hung down from the base of his pulsing shaft. That enormous nut sack that cradled his cum filled balls. I couldn't wait for it to be slapping against my ass. 

Sam reached his arms limit and unleashed my heels and slid his hands up over my slim ankles and part way up my calves. My pussy spread wider begging for his cock. Begging to be impaled deeply deeper then any cock had before. 

He moved his knees one last time bringing them tightly against my thighs just above the knees. 

"Oh god Sam I can't WAIT!" I screamed. 

My wait was only a moment as Sam pressed harder on my legs and kind of rolled my hips lifting my fiery fuck flesh toward his raging erection. 

"FUCK ME!" I screamed. 

He lowered his hips and the tip touched me causing another shudder that racked my entire body. 

The bulging head slipped between my swollen lips where Sam paused for a millisecond. I could feel his smooth flaring corona pressing at the entrance. 

In another millisecond Sam dropped his hips. I moaned soulfully as his wonderful pulsing cock speared my pussy it's searing folds grasping tightly at his throbbing cock.

His pubic mound crushed against my clean shaven body and for the first time his incredible balls slapped against my ass. 

In one delirious moment Sam and me both discovered that we fit together perfectly. His cock head pressed against my cervix and my pussy easily stretched to surround him as if it had been used to mold his beautiful rock hard cock. 

Sam's hands slid off my legs coming to rest just beside my heaving tits. I instantly circled his waist with my legs and locked my heels behind his back. 

At the same time Sam dropped to his elbows he drove that gleaming shaft of pleasure deep inside me again stopping once his flaring corona had slid across my g-spot and his throbbing cock head bumped into my cervix. 

His chest pressed hard against my sensitive nipples burying their erect tips into the stately patch of hair on Sam's chest. I circled his back and dug my nails into the naked flesh. 

My new lover stared deeply into my eyes. Our open mouths found each other quickly followed by our probing tongues. Finally after untold milliseconds we were joined together. Joined together at every possible sensual part. It felt incredible but in the millisecond that followed I was surrounded by guilt. 

A man I'd only met a few hours earlier was buried deep inside my twitching pussy another man was pressing his naked chest against my husbands tits. Another man was probing my mouth with his sensual tongue. Another man who at this moment I wanted more than any other man. 

Keeping his mouth locked on mine and his hairy chest pressed tightly against my tits Sam lifted his hips until that perfect cock head nearly slipped from me. Then in one incredible thrust he drove my feelings of guilt from me. His pulsing cock filling my being driving my guilt from of my body and mind. 

My body surrendered to this other man and my mind quickly followed. 

Sam broke our soul searching kiss and lifted his head enough so we could stare into each others eyes. He withdrew and immediately began a slow plunge into my fiery depths only to withdraw again after his cock head and corona had pleasured the deepest part of my twitching pussy. 

"Oh God Fuck." I murmured each word expelled from my throat by a slow thrust of his hips. 

As Sam increased the tempo of his thrusts I used my heels to pull him against me. Pressing him onward toward the peak of ecstasy. Miniscule rings of pleasure spread from my loins washing over my being like the rings from a stone thrown into a calm pool of water. But unlike the rings from a stone which diminish as they spread these rings grew in size and frequency. With each plunge into my searing pussy another swirling ring of pleasure coursed through my body. 

"So good." I was able to utter between thrusts. 

Sam too felt the rings of pleasure as he plunged into me he was able to say. "So." and when he drove his beautiful cock home again he finished with. "Tight!" 

I was beginning to feel the unmistakeable beginning of an orgasm. Those rings had grown to waves crashing over me as surely as Sam's cock continued to piston inside me. 

Sam's face contorted and he dropped his head beside mine. I felt the painful bite of human teeth on my shoulder as his cock surged and exploded inside me. Those huge cum filled balls could no longer wait to expel their pent up seed. In an instant they pumped me full of cum my pussy involuntarily clamped down on his throbbing shaft accepting every ounce every drop of his thick searing hot cum. 




Another Football Season... Ch. 03



"Oh fuck!" Sam exclaimed. 

I pulled in with my heels holding my new lover deep inside me until his last drop of deposited deep inside my flooding pussy. 

"God damn it!" Sam uttered with sorrowful tone of voice. 

"I turned my lips to his ear and whispered. "It's beautiful baby.' 

I hadn't yet climbed to the peak. I hadn't yet achieved the orgasm I craved but I knew in my soul that Sam had just released three years of pent up sexual frustration. I gladly accepted the consequences of that frustration and the amazing volume of cum his beautiful balls had just pumped into me. 

Sam turned his face toward mine and said. "I came too soon Margaret." 

I smiled and replied. "You came at a perfect time baby." I was lying to him. If he had held out for a few milliseconds more we would have basked in the shining glory of mutual orgasm. But Sam needed to get off. He need to know that after three long years his cock still was capable of filling a woman capable of pleasuring her beyond her wildest dreams. 

Sam's sorrowful tone continued. "I'm sorry Margaret I so much wanted to make you cum with me. His cock lost it rigidity softening to a point that it was difficult for me to grasp the shaft with my flooded pussy. 

I released my legs and accepted my fate for now. But I know ways of bring a lover back to life. I have talents capable of rising his cock from the dead as surely as a phoenix rises from the ashes of his own fate. 

Sam slipped from me and he moved to the side. His flaccid cock drug across my thigh leaving a stream of fuck fluids. As he kind of flopped down next to me I rolled to my side and draped one long sensual leg over his hips. 

"This was supposed to be for YOUR pleasure Margaret." Sam said then continued. "And instead I lose control and shoot my load before you got off." 

I moved one hand to his temple and ran my nails through his somewhat sweaty hair. "Sam." I said. 

He watched my eyes as I continued. "This was for OUR pleasure. And besides it's early we have all afternoon to worry about such things." I giggled and added. "Maybe we'll get lucky and go into sudden death overtime." 

Sam smiled and rested one hand on my shoulder. "Sorry about the bite babe." He whispered. 

"Not a problem it was in the heat of passion." I replied knowing that I'd have to hide the mark from Barry until it healed. 

Sam and I rested for some time talking about the intensity of first sex. The concerns each lover has that perhaps they wouldn't click. 

But Sam told me that those concerns didn't have time to grow since we made love less than three hours after we met. 

"The few concerns I had Margaret disappeared the first time I thrust into you." Sam explained. 

"I know I felt the same way Sam." I replied then added. "You fit me perfectly baby." 

He smiled knowing what I said was true. "I love how you contract your muscles to grab at my cock Margaret." 

Now I was smiling knowing that those contractions happen every time a rock hard cock slips into my pussy. 

"Sam I'm oozing all over your lounge." I admitted feeling his cum leaking from my flooded slit and running down my thigh.

"Where's the bath room baby?" I asked. 

"There's a powder room in the foyer Margaret." Sam said. 

"I'll be back in a jiffy." I said as I sat up and then stood beside the lounge. 

I took a moment to gaze down at my new lover. His relaxed body still glistening with sweat. I turned without saying a word and wearing nothing but my sexy heels slowly walked away from him. My hips move sensually and droplets of cum ran down my legs. 

Just before I turned the corner into the foyer I looked over my shoulder. Sam was staring at me watching my ass and legs as I walked. I saw his smile before I disappeared toward the bath. 

While I was cleaning up in the powder room my mind raced on the events that had just transpired. I actually had taken a new lover and incredible man who clearly was quite capable of pleasuring me no end. A substitute for my husband on weekends Monday night and the occasional Thursday evening from today until the Super Bowl. 

More importantly I thought about how I'd go about bringing that beautiful cock back to life. Only one answer made sense. Orally. I'd return to my new lover and cleanse his flaccid cock with my mouth. I'd bring his phoenix of a cock back from the ashes to majestically stand erect before me. And then I'd receive my reward. 

Sam had gotten a tea towel from the kitchen and folded it in half to cover the cum stain we'd deposited on his lounge. He was lying on the towel stretched out his legs partly spread his limp cock positioned on his curly patch of pubic hair. 

I slowly walked toward giving him ample time to enjoy my firm tits and their tiny pink erect nipples. His eyes traveled from my face to my tits and then down to my shaved pussy. 

"Infuckingcredible." Sam uttered as I approached. 

"Do you like my body Sam." I asked. 

"Margaret like is the understatement of the century." He replied. 

"I've never seen more beautiful breasts." Sam added. 

I smiled and cupped them. "Seventy five hundred dollar tits baby." 

"You're kidding Margaret." Sam said. 

"Yep my hubby wanted a trophy wife and he bought me these." I explained. 

Sam giggled just as I sat down at the bottom of the lounge and placed one delicate soft hand on his naked foot. "I don't suppose you can thank him for me can you Margaret?" 

"That wouldn't be a good idea baby." I replied my hand moving from his foot up toward his knee. 

I lifted one leg and then the other to kneel at his feet sitting back on my heels and straightening up so Sam could continue to enjoy staring at my tits. 

Placing one hand on each foot I slowly began to spread his legs until his feet dropped off the edge of the lounge. 

"Sam?" I said pausing until his eyes moved up to my face. "I want you to watch my face baby. I don't want you to miss a single second of this." I said. 

Sam knew what was about to happen and stopped me as he said. "Margaret I don't recover this fast." 

I grinned a devilish grin and replied. "We'll just see about that." As I stretched my arms toward his loins and lowered my shoulders to seductively crawl toward his flaccid cock. 

I moved my soft hands to his thighs stopping their ascent at the crease between his legs and abdomen. I slowly lowered my body my tits slipping between his spread thighs. 

Gazing up into his eyes I said. "Keep watching Sam." 

His eyes remained glued to my face. His arms resting at his sides. 

My delicate fingers slid inward toward his limp cock. My right hand slipped beneath and lifted it off his pubic hair. It felt sticky still coated with his cum and my pussy juices. 

My left hand slid deeper between his thighs and I pressed my index fingernail against the tiny patch of flesh that separates his scrotum from his anus. His eyes widened not sure if I was going to penetrate his ass or not. But his ass wasn't my goal. My goal was those huge balls and magnificent sack that had pumped so much cum into me earlier. 

I tried to cup his balls in my tiny hand but could only manage to grasp one which I quickly rolled around inside his sack. 

"Oh my god." Sam said. 

I just smiled and pulled his soft cock toward my face. From my position I had to look around his cock shaft to see his expression. He seemed to take on a look of wonderment. Like something was about to happen that he'd dreamed of forever. 

Sam spoke. "My ex would never." 

"Never suck cock?" I said interrupting him. 

"Not once Margaret." He admitted. 

The look of wonderment he'd had was understandable. 

I smiled and told him. "I love sucking cock Sam." And before he could reply I added. "And licking big beautiful balls...." I paused as I lifted his toward my extended tongue. "just like these." 

With that I slowly licked up along his scrotum circling one then the other cum producing ball before moving my tongue up to the base of his limp cock. 

Sam's eyes were glued to the vision of wonderment happening between his legs. His jaw dropped as my tongue slowly slipped along the cum coated urethra toward the small scar where his foreskin had been removed as a baby. The cum residue coating his cock tasted wonderful. Sweet and salty at the same time. I imagined it would taste even better searing hot and pumping into my mouth. 

I let the tip of my tongue linger on his circumcision scar for a moment then slowly circled the soft smooth flesh of his corona. Sam's stare intensified. 

My tongue drew smaller and smaller circles around his cock head until it reached it's goal the tiny slit that had opened wide and pumped all that beautiful cum inside me. 

As I pursed my lips and sucked on that tiny slit I was rewarded with a final drop of warm cum that hadn't been pumped into me earlier. 

"Hmmmmm." I moaned. 

Parting my lips wider I took the head inside my warm wet mouth. I licked and sucked his cock head clean. 

"Oh geez." Sam exclaimed as I took another inch of soft cock flesh between my lips. 

Moving my mouth up and down I'd suck and lick until I could not longer taste his sweet seed then happily engulf another inch to cleanse him completely. 

Sam watched intensely as inch after inch of his cock disappeared between my soft lips. 

I easily took all of him in my mouth. Sucking a soft cock is easy it bends and flexes into every part of a woman's mouth. But what I craved was feeling a throbbing rock hard cock slipping between my lips sliding over my tongue and for the first time invading the soft moist flesh of my throat. 

After completely cleaning his cock I let him slip from my oral grasp and moved down to suck one golf ball sized ball between my lips and then the other. I licked his ball sack clean and before moving back up to give his cock more attention I took one of his balls in my mouth and slowly hummed as short tune. 

"Oh my god." Sam again exclaimed as my tune ended and his beautiful cum producing ball popped out of my mouth. 

Even with all my efforts while cleansing his cock it remained flaccid. I raised up a little and positioned my lips directly over the head of his soft cock. 

It twitched slightly as I opened my mouth and took the head inside again. My cheeks drew in tightly as I sucked hard on the head. My hands delicately stroking the exposed shaft as I sucked. 

"Yes Margaret!" Sam exclaimed and his cock surged ever so slightly. 

Encouraged by my small victory I let an inch of shaft enter my warm wet mouth. 

Sam's cock surged again stronger this time. 

I rewarded my new lover by taking another inch. I could feel the blood returning to the matrix of veins along his swelling cock shaft. 

"Keep sucking Margaret." Sam encouraged me. 

While not totally erect Sam's beautiful cock had swollen to a point that I could not just lower my mouth over it and suck only lightly on the swelling flesh. 

"That's it baby." Sam whispered 

I inhaled twin lungs full of oxygen and dropped my warm mouth fully over his cock. 

Oh jesus christ!" Sam exclaimed as my nose bumped into his pubic mound. 

Holding him completely inside I sucked hard on Sam's entire cock. 

It swelled noticeably. 

His beautiful cock was coming back to life. As I sucked him I felt it grow until the tip bumped against the tight opening of my throat. That sensation drove me onward and I began fucking him with my soft warm wet mouth. 

"Fuckin A Margaret." Sam exclaimed when he felt his cock press against that tight spot. 

I had risen his limp dick back to life. My nose no longer reached the sticky cum coated patch of pubic hair but the musty scent rising from him drove me onward. 

Sam's restored erection pulsed in my mouth. The matrix of blood engorged veins stood out from the shaft and I could actually feel his heart pumping through his cock. The bulging head now totally hard pressed against the back of my mouth. 

This was the moment I'd dreamed about for so long the moment when a man's throbbing cock invades my fleshy throat. 

I pressed down but like a virgins hymen my throat resisted it's muscles still tight. 

I lifted an inch or so and tried again. 

Sam finally realized what I was doing or trying to do and said. "Margaret you'll hurt yourself." 

With his cock held firmly in my mouth I shook my head "no" letting him know this is something I craved. 

I tried to relax my throat muscles and pressed his throbbing cock head against the entrance again. The muscles gave slightly. 

As I pressed his cock head against the opening again I felt the urge to gag. I fought that urge as Sam watched my efforts intensely. 

I have talked with women who just can't fight back those urges and reluctantly give up trying to deep throat their lovers. I'm not one to give up easily and as I pressed his now totally erect cock to the back of my throat I felt the muscles stretch. 

"You're doin it baby!" Sam exclaimed as he to felt the tight flesh yield. 

Again I fought back the urge to gag on his wonderful pulsing cock. 

Knowing it was now or never I lifted my mouth from his cock and inhaled as much life giving oxygen as my lungs could hold. 

As I pressed him inward the tip of his throbbing cock head pierced the tight ring of flesh. I swallowed hoping I could draw him through but the flaring smooth flesh of his corona impeded his entrance. I knew that my throat muscles would not voluntarily part for this widest part of Sam's throbbing cock. I realized that for me to deep throat my new lover's beautiful surging cock I would have to endure the same pain a virgin endures when she first allows a man to enter his womanhood. I was ready for that pain I accepted it happily if it provided me with the sensation I craved most. 

I forced his cock against my throat pressing the head tightly against that ring of tight flesh. Once again I tried to force my muscles to relax. This time a piercing pain in my throat and the slight taste of blood told me that the flesh that resisted for so long finally surrendered. 

"OH GOD!" Sam exclaimed as he felt his cock burst through. 

Once his cock head and that wonderful flaring corona slipped through the pain disappeared. Sam's beautiful surging cock had broken through the hymen of my throat. I'd given this incredible new lover my oral virginity and I reveled in the sensation of having a cock deep in my throat for the very first time. 

Taking the remainder of his cock was easy I just pushed down with my head until my nose was again buried in his pubic hair. 

Now when I swallowed my stretched throat flesh massaged his throbbing erection. I needed to breath or suffocate so I lifted up. His corona slipped back through easily and I gulped in life sustaining oxygen. With full lungs I again pressed my mouth over Sam's cock. The muscles gave way much easier this time and in an instant I again felt the incredible feeling of a raging cock buried deep in my throat. The taste of blood had long since disappeared replaced with an incredible amount of saliva. Apparently my glands reacted to the invasion and involuntarily produced the much need lubricate so my throat could accept it's invader. 

I paid little attention to Sam's moans and groans as I concentrated on the sensation of having his throbbing erection so completely inside my throat. 

Once I was certain my throat muscles had memorizing and accepted the feeling I returned to my original mission. The reason I was sucking his beautiful cock so skillfully was so he could again drive it's throbbing pulsing blood engorged length deep inside my pussy again. 

I withdrew his cock from my throat and lifted my head. Smiling widely at my incredible new lover I said. "Mission accomplished." I paused while I slapped his cock against my lips then demanded. "Now Fuck me again baby!" 

My pussy had long since flooded again with juices. I crawled up and positioned my dripping wet twitching fuck flesh over his raging pleasure pole. He grasped it firmly and guided it to the entrance of my fuck tunnel. 

With one sensual slide he was buried inside me. I ground my clit against his mound and Sam thrust up off the lounge driving his bulging cock head against my cervix. 

"Fuck me Sam!" I demanded. 

His hands slid to my hips and he repeatedly lifted my pussy almost completely off and drove me down again. Over and over his strong hands lifted my body. Over and over again his wide flaring corona massaged my twitching g-spot. Over and over again the pulsing head of his incredible cock slammed against my cervix. Over and over again I ground my clit against his pubic mound. 

My swollen fuck flesh grasped his throbbing member and massaged it's length with every plunge down. 

"Fuck me oh god yes fuck me Sam." I screamed. 

I was bouncing on his raging cock like a toddler bouncing on a pogo stick. Only I didn't have to concern myself with falling off and unlike a pogo stick my new lover's rock hard erection isn't spring loaded. It's cum loaded. 

"GOD DAMN MARGARET!" Sam exclaimed his word interrupted by my loins slamming down over his pulsing pleasure pole. 

My wet pussy began to tingle then those awesome ripples of pleasure began radiating outward from it's searing heat spreading though out my entire body. 

"Yeah baby fuck me good. Make me cum Sam!" I pleaded. 

Every time Sam pushed my pussy down on his cock another spear of ecstasy shot up my spine piercing and numbing my brain. 

"That's it Sam keep fucking me til I cum all over your big beautiful cock." I exclaimed. 

His flaring corona had massaged my g-spot into an orgasmic frenzy and I begged him one last time. "I'm there Sam fuck me hard while I cum all over you." 

In an instant my orgasm exploded sending waves of ecstasy crashing through my being. 

"YES YES YES!" I screamed as my orgasm built to a climatic peak. 

I rode his cock over the Everest of pleasure. My pussy released a torrent of hot juices drowning his cock. It flowed from me and washed over his beautiful balls coating the fleshy bag that held them with my fuck juice. 

"OH FUCK YES!" I Screamed. 

Mercifully my orgasm began to subside and I collapsed against him a quivering twitching mass of sexually satisfied fuck flesh. Sam had driven me to unspeakable heights of pleasure. My pussy still engulfing his raging cock twitched uncontrollably. Sweat poured from every pore of my body mixing with Sam's own sweat. 

I felt his cock surge and he thrust up inside me letting me know that he could provide me with more if I so desired. 

And desire I did. I wanted more of him. I wanted more of his big beautiful cock. I wanted to taste his thick sweet cum as it's pumped from his cock. 

I lifted my head and kissed him deeply on the mouth this time my tongue piercing his lips as deeply as his cock pierced my pussy. 

"Sam baby? I want you to fuck me doggie style until you're ready to shoot." I said. 

"And when you're ready to explode I want you to move around and shove your cock down my throat ." I continued. 

"I want you to pump every drop of hot cum into my throat Sam." I said almost begging. 

I slipped off his rock solid erection and move to all fours across the bottom of the lounge. Sam instantly pulled his legs up and slid off taking a position behind me. 

My insatiable lust for him and his pulsing throbbing cock intensified as his hands grasped my ass tightly. 

I turned my head to speak directly to my new lover. "Fuck that dripping cunt Sam and then come around here and fuck my hot cock sucking mouth." I almost demanded. 

He moved forward until the tip spread my swollen pussy lips. I felt his grip tighten as he prepared to assault my hot soaking wet fuck flesh. 

"Gimme that big fucking cock Sam." I begged. 

In one slow motion thrust Sam's awesome cock filled me. My swollen fuck flesh gripping at it as it pierced my dripping wet pussy. 




Another Football Season... Ch. 04



By mid season I'd settled into a routine of seeing Sam on Sunday's and hooking up with Mark during Monday Night Football. 

Sam proved to be a passionate lover preparing all kinds of romantic settings at his place and taking the time to make sure I was totally satisfied before worrying about his own pleasure. His beautiful cock continued to fit all three of my pleasure pots perfectly. He took a profound liking to anal sex, like most men, especially anal sex doggie style. By the eighth week of the regular season my ass had molded its self to the shape of his bulging cock and I looked forward to his weekly assaults from behind. 

Mark on the other hand was only interested in a quick wam bang type of fucking. I often had time to do a little shopping before meeting him where ever for a quick hot fuck which was perfectly okay with me since I'd have something to bring home proving to my zombied husband that I was actually going shopping. 

Both of my new lovers couldn't wait for me to pleasure their cocks with my mouth and throat and as the season progressed I felt I'd become somewhat of an expert at sucking cock. I know I absolutely loved the feel of throbbing cock meat in my mouth and the awesome taste of a man's cum load. 

Week nine of the season afforded an opportunity for me to have a special night out since the league had a Thursday night game scheduled. After two months of meeting up with my two new lovers I decided it was time for a little one night excitement. 

After a quick dinner Barry announced that he was going over to Jim's place to watch the game. 

"Okay I may catch a movie or something." I said as he stood up from the dinner table. 

"Could be a late night Peg." Barry said adding. "The game doesn't start til 8." 

"No problem honey. I'll try for an eight o'clock show so we should be home about the same time." I replied. 

Barry headed off to the den with the sports section and I cleaned up the dishes loaded the dishwasher and started it. 

When I finished I walked into the den and Barry looked up from his paper. 

I smiled as I approached him letting my hips sway seductively with each step. Barry noticed and folded the paper placing it on the end table beside his favorite chair. 

I moved to one side of his legs and slowly sat down in his lap. Wiggling my ass against his thighs I said. "Wanna skip the game and have a little fun tonight baby?" 

Barry smiled and said. "But baby, Jim and the guys are expecting me." 

I felt my face flush with anger. "Too bad babe I would have let you cum in my mouth." I said realizing I wasn't going to seduce him. 

"Want me to wake you when I get home Margaret?" Barry offered knowing it had been weeks since he last slammed his fat cock inside me. 

"What so you can have your game and fuck me too?" I growled. 

Barry knew he'd pissed me off and didn't try to make things right. "Well maybe you'll still be horny tomorrow night." He offered. 

If he only knew that I hadn't been the least bit horny since the preseason when I first started finding cock that wasn't so interested in football. 

I grabbed the paper and got up. "I'll just find a movie or something to keep me occupied tonight while your having fun at Jim's." I said. 

As I thumbed through the paper looking for the movie show times I realized that I'd just slipped up a little offering that maybe something besides a movie would keep me busy tonight. I hoped Barry hadn't caught it or believed that the something would be another shopping trip. 

Barry stood up and moved behind me his hands coming to rest on my hips. "We'll go out tomorrow night for dinner then come back here for a nice romantic evening together." He promised whispering in my ear. 

"I'd like that baby." I replied as I folded the paper and dropped it back on the table. 

"Have fun at Jim's." I said as I began to move away from him toward the stairs. 

"Should be a great game tonight." Barry said as I left the room. 

I was still pissed off at him as I made my way up stairs to our bed room. I thought to myself. "Fuck the movie I am going to go out and see if I can find some other football zombie that could be torn away from his addiction by the chance of fucking some strange pussy." 

After two months of sex with Sam and Mark it was time for some new excitement. Something quick hard and fast perhaps. I giggled to myself as I thought. Maybe even some black meat. Now that's what I call exciting. 

As I slipped out of my clothes and stood before the full length mirror on the inside of my closet door viewing my lush body clad only in a black lace thong and bra set I thought. "So where do I find a nice thick black cock?" 

In an instant it dawned on me. A sports bar, there would certainly be any number of potential black cocks hanging around watching the game that would jump at the chance of fucking a creamy white MILF instead of watching twenty two grown men beat on each other for three hours. 

Not wanting to draw too much attention to myself and looking like I was really headed to a dark movie theater I slipped on a pair of jeans and a bulky sweater with a pair of tennis shoes. If Barry even noticed me he'd be certain to think I was headed to a movie. 

This wasn't exactly the kind of outfit I'd normally choose if I was going out on the prowl so I slipped a small bottle of perfume into my purse so when I got to the sports bar I'd at least smell seductive even if I wasn't looking the part. 

I mussed up my hair a bit and added a tiny bit of gel but held off on any more lip gloss until I got out of the house. 

"I'm outta here." I announced as I crossed in front of the doorway to the den where Barry was back to reading his paper. 

"Have a good night Peg." He replied without looking up from the paper. 

As I backed the Benz out of the garage I decided I would drive across town to Flannagan's Pub instead of the sports bar a couple miles from home. There was less of a chance that I'd run into someone I or Barry knew across town. 

Flannagan's parking lot was almost full when I pulled in. I found a space in the back row and pulled the Benz to a stop. Flipping down the visor I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror. I thought. "Do I really wanna go through with this? Do I really wanna go in here and try to seduce some strange brother?" Do I really wanna let some unknown black stud stuff me full of hard cock." I grinned at myself as I thought. "Absolutely!" 

Some pink lip gloss a squirt of perfume behind each ear and one between my lush tits for good measure and I was ready for the challenge. 

As I walked across the lot toward the entrance I noticed an awful lot of pick up trucks and SUVs not to mention the row of motorcycles in the spaces just outside the door. Maybe Flannagan's was too much of a red neck bar for any brothers to hang there. I'd soon find out. 

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Hardly any one in the place which was packed noticed me as I entered. They were all engrossed in conversation or too busy sloshing down bottles of beer to notice one lonely MILF come in. 

The place was smoke filled loud and had the stench of spilled beer. A bakers dozen flat screen TV's were all tuned into the pregame show and at first glance every male in the place was as white as Larry the Cable Guy, and most likely waiting for the chance to utter his favorite phrase "Git er Done" 

As I walked toward the bar I thought. "Maybe I'd have to settle for some fat red neck cock instead." 

Nearing the bar I spotted an empty stood. Unfortunately it was between two groups of good olde boys wearing flannel shirts tight jeans and biker boots. Not the best place to sit if I was going to attract the attention of a black stud if one was actually in the place. 

I passed on sitting where I'd be between red neck book ends and instead found a seat at a high table near the back of the place below one of those flat screens mounted on the wall. I don't normally smoke but carry a pack for the occasional time when a cigarette helps relax me so I pulled the pack out of my purse and placed it on the table. 

"What can I get ya?" The young waitress asked as she approached. 

Normally I'd order a glass of white wine or some fruity drink but in this place I figured go with the flow. "How about a draft." I replied.

"Bud Coors or Yuengling?" She quickly replied. 

Not knowing much about beer I choose the one I was most familiar with. "Bud please." I replied. 

"Got ya." She answered as she turned to walk away. 

As I waited for her to return I tried surveying the place. Every face was white and the few women all seemed to be attached to their men at the hip. Perhaps I'd have one beer then try another place. 

As the game started the youthful waitress returned with my beer. "You here to watch the game?" She asked as she placed the pilsner glass on a coaster in front of me. 

I grinned at her and replied. "Actually I'm here to watch the men watching the game." 

She smiled at me then leaned closer to say. "Well be careful by half time these guys can get pretty rowdy."

As I listened to her words of advice I noticed the door from outside swing open. A very large black man stepped through and stopped to survey the place. 

"Think I may have found what I'm looking for. Thanks." I said. 

She turned her head and instantly saw the same burly black stud that I just noticed. 

"Franklin!" She exclaimed obviously knowing the target of my challenge.

I grinned at her as she continued. "He's a really big dude hun. You sure you're up to it?" 

My continued grin told her I was willing to try. 

"Good luck with that one hun." She remarked. 

She turned and walked away and I thought I noticed her shaking her head as she did. 

Franklin must be nearly six feet eight inches tall. Strong wide shoulders and closely cropped hair. As he approached the bar his brilliant smile caught my attention. He spoke with nearly everyone he passed telling me he is a regular here at Flannagan's. 

He leaned into the bar next to the waitress station and ordered a beer. The bartender handed it to him as he leaned down to listen to something my young waitress was telling him. 

His smile broadened as she spoke and he turned his head to look in my direction. I smiled widely at him then lifted my glass to take a healthy gulp of it's amber contents. 

Franklin again looked at the young girl then spoke next to her ear before turning and facing the bar. 

I didn't expect him to come running across the place just because he was told I was interested in him, but for the next several minutes he never returned his attention toward me. He wore a pair of black dress pants, a black tee shirt under an equally black sport coat. In fact the only thing not black about this huge stud of a man was his brilliant white smile and the gold jewelry that adorned each and every finger. 

When he didn't even glance at me again for several minutes I figured he wasn't interested in what the young waitress had told him. I can't blame him after all I certainly wasn't dressed to impress such an awesome black stud. 

As I finished my beer I thought perhaps I would just leave when the waitress approached with a fresh pilsner glass full of Bud. 

"I didn't order another beer." I said. 

She smiled and replied. "This one's on Franklin." 

I returned her smile with one of my own then said. "Well thank the fine gentleman for me." 

"I will." She answered then added. "But Franklin is anything but a gentle man." Her pause between the word gentle and man made it clear she had first hand knowledge of his sexual personality. 

Her warning did little but to excite me about the possibility of rough sex with such a monster of a man. 

I watched as she returned to her station then spoke up toward Franklin's ear. His brilliant white smile again flashed as he turned and raised his bottle of beer toasting my appreciation of his gesture. 

While I still had his undivided attention I slipped my purse over my shoulder and slide off the stool. Franklin turned to face me fully as I began walking toward him trying my best to walk as seductively as possible wearing tennis shoes. 

His eyes watched intently as I approached. 

"Thank you Franklin." I said raising my glass toward him again. 

"Your welcome." He replied extending the most enormous hand I'd ever seen. 

I placed my tiny hand in his and as we shook hands I said. "I'm Margaret pleased to meet you." 

"The pleasure is all mine." Franklin replied. 

I seized the opportunity to let this incredible specimen of African American meat know where I hoped the evening would go and said. "Hopefully the pleasure won't be all yours." A broad flashy smile on my lips. 

His raised eye brows acknowledged that he understood completely what I meant and he wasted no time responding by slipping his hand around my waist and pulling me closer to him. 

Franklin stood a good thirteen inches taller than me and I strained looking up at his face. I didn't try to move away and in fact pressed my hip against his thigh. 

He leaned down and spoke directly into my ear. "What brings you to this dump of a place Margaret?" 

"Football." I replied. 

"You like watching football?" He asked.

"Hate it!" I answered then added. "But I like men and football attracts men." 

Franklin smiled again and from my close proximity his smile seem to warm the air between us. 

"I had a shot at the pros but I tore up my knee my senior year at State and had to give up those dreams." Franklin offered. 

"Too bad. I replied then said. "You certainly look like a football player." 

"Fortunately my coach had rules about studying and I was able to land a good job after graduation and now I don't have to worry about what I'll do after a pro career." He explained. 

By this time it was nearly half time so when Franklin finished his beer and leaned down to ask. "Let's blow this place baby." I was more than happy to agree. 

I smiled and replied. "Yes let's blow this place and then I can blow you." 

His eye brows raised again and he let his hand slip down from my waist to gently grasp my ass. 

"You're one hell of a MILF Margaret." Franklin said. 

I laughed then replied. "You're the second man who thinks I'm a MILF. I'm glad you like fucking mothers." 

Franklin threw a twenty on the bar waved to the bartender and our waitress then motioned with his huge hand toward the door. I was amazed at the size his fingers they must have been over six inches long.

As Franklin pulled the door open for me I reached out and touched his hand. "Is it true what they say about the size of a man's hand?" I asked. 

Franklin smiled and said. "What is it exactly that they say Margaret?" 

I grinned and replied. "Well I've heard that the size of a man's hand is a direct correlation to the size of his cock." 

As we stepped out into the chilly night air he took my hand and moved it to his crotch. "You tell me baby." Franklin said as he pressed my hand against his cock. 

I turned to face him keeping my hand firmly pressed against his cock. Looking up into his face I said. "I can't wait to feel this throbbing in my mouth." 

"You're quite the little slut aren't you?" Franklin replied. 

I giggled and replied. "Only during football season baby." 

As we walked across the lot Franklin asked. "Where do you wanna go Margaret?" 

"Well my place is out how about yours babe?" I asked in reply. 

"My car's right here." He said pointing to a gleaming black Chrysler 300 sedan. 

I didn't mention that he had parked right next to my Benz. 

He opened the passenger side door and I immediately noticed that Franklin obviously had the driver's seat repositioned to give him the necessary leg room.

I slipped into the dark gray leather bucket seat and watched as this monstrous black stud walked around the front of the car. While I watched I thought perhaps it wasn't a good idea to drive off to parts unknown with this basically total stranger but something told me I shouldn't let him know the Benz beside us was mine. 

I decided it would be best to just be a quick suck n fuck with him. 

As Franklin settled into the drivers seat I turned to face him and reached between his strong mammoth thighs. Finding his cock shaft I began stroking my hand along the full length. 

"I think I'd like to suck this big cock right here and now baby." I whispered. 

He grinned and replied. "Go for it!" 

My tiny fingers found the tab of his zipper and pulled it down. Franklin reached down and undid his belt and opened the clasp on the front of his slacks. 

"You gonna need a little more room." He said. 

My hand slipped beneath the elastic waist band of his boxers and found the growing shaft of his cock. It instantly began to pulse and surge hardening under my delicate touch. 

Franklin lifted his hips and pushed his slacks down around his knees and as he settled back down into the leather bucket seat I pulled his massive cock out of his boxers. 

My fingers hardly circled the thick shaft and as I stroked him it continued to swell and grow in length. 

"My god how big does it get!" I exclaimed as it stood a good nine inches above my hand. 

He ginned again and said. "Biggest one you'll ever have babe." 

It's surging shaft was topped with a wide flaring corona and a huge head. My mouth watered in anticipation of trying to take his enormous cock inside. I knew already I'd never be able to take the whole thing. That gargantuan cock head would rip my throat apart if I tried to swallow it. 

I kicked off my tennis shoes and opened my jeans pushing them down off my legs. Turning more toward him I got up on my knees and moved my mouth over his now rock hard cock. 

"Suck it!" Franklin demanded. 

Opening my lips as wide as possible I slipped them around his huge cock head and over the flaring corona. 

Franklin moaned deeply as the warmth and wetness of my mouth surrounded his cock head. His cock tasted pungent with a twang of urine distinctly noticeable at first. My wet mouth quickly absorbed the taste and I swallowed letting it coat my throat. 

I steadied myself with one hand while I used the other to jack his cock and massage his equally huge balls. 

My lips and tongue worked over his cock head coating it with a shimmering film of hot saliva. As I pressed more of his cock inside my mouth his huge hand came to rest on the back of my head. 

"Suck it!" He repeated. 

I let him slip from my mouth and used my tongue and moist lips to spread the hot saliva over the entire length of his cock shaft lifting his balls to lick and suckle at them when I reached the base of his huge cock. 

Franklin moved his left hand to my head and slide his right down my spine to my ass. He had no trouble slipping his long middle finger past my ass and into the wet folds of my already twitching pussy. 

His finger found my clit and he quickly applied rotating pressure on the hard nub. I cooed softly as his finger worked it's magic on my clit. 

Again taking his cock in my mouth I sucked hard on the head drawing my cheeks in tightly around it as I fucked him with my hot wet mouth. 

"God damn woman that feels fuckin good!" Franklin exclaimed. 

His finger drove in and out of my wet pussy and each time he reached maximum penetration I sucked harder on his cock. 

I wanted this massive black cock buried inside me. I wanted to ride this incredible black stallion until he exploded inside me. I had to feel that beautiful black cock head slamming into my cervix that surging black cock shaft stretching my pussy to the hilt. 

And I begged him. "Fuck me baby. Gimme this big black cock now." 

He almost lifted me up over him. My head pressed against the head liner I reached down and pulled the fabric of my thong out of the way. 




Another Football Season... Ch. 04



Franklin grasped his throbbing shimmering cock and directed it to my pussy lips. 

"YES BABY!" I screamed as it speared my pussy. My mouth found his and I was instantly filled with tongue. I sucked it just like I'd sucked his awesome cock moments earlier. 

I slowly lowered myself on it until I felt the rock hard head bump into my cervix. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted up a little. He filled me completely pressing rock hard cock meat against my g-spot and stretching my fuck flesh wider than any cock had before 

Franklin moaned as I plunged down over him again this time slamming the head into my cervix. 

"OH MY GOD IT'S SO BIG!" I exclaimed. 

Franklin's huge hands moved under my ass cheeks and he lifted me up until my head again pressed into the head liner. I groaned soulfully as I plunged down on him again driving his cock head against my cervix.

I rode him like that for what seemed an eternity over and over his strong hands lifted me up and over and over I plunged down over him. My pussy tingled and involuntarily flooded with fuck juices. 

"Fuck me slut!" He hissed. 

My mouth again found his but this time it was me who plunged my tongue between his full black lips. 

Franklin moaned and began sucking my tongue just as I had sucked his. 

His hands slide from my ass and pressed between us to grope at my tits through the fabric of my tee and bra. 

"Oh god yes!" I exclaimed as his huge hands handled my tits roughly. 

He slipped his hands down and with one fluid motion turned my tee shirt inside out and over my head. 

I leaned back against the steering wheel and quickly undid the clip that held the cups together exposing my naked tits to his mammoth hands. 

"Squeeze them Franklin." I begged. 

His hands covered my tits completely squeezing the soft flesh and taut nipples hard at first then slower and softer. 

I cooed as he massaged my tit flesh. All the while I continued bouncing up and down on his throbbing rock hard massive black cock. 

My entire body tingled except for my loins which began to go numb from the incredible fucking his cock was giving me. 

"Make me cum baby!" I pleaded. 

His hips began thrusting upward just a little each time I drove my aching fuck flesh down over his huge cock. 

"That's it baby fuck me good!" I exclaimed. 

In an instant my loins convulsed and my climax crashed over me. I reached out and wrapped my arms around his massive strong neck and rode his incredible cock over the peak of orgasm. My pussy flooded with juices our fucking taking on a sloshing slippery sound. 

"I'm cumming baby!" I screamed 

I could feel the fuck juices splashing out of me every time I ground my twitching pussy down over him. 

Our loins smeared with fuck juice I continued grinding my soaking wet tingling pussy on his beautiful black fuck tool. 

Franklin gasped grabbed my hips and drove his swollen cock deeper inside me than before. He held me firmly there impaled on his rock solid huge cock. 

A deep guttural throaty groan escaped his lips as he began cumming. It took less than a millisecond for his mammoth balls to pump me full of searing hot thick cum. 

"Yes baby gimme all your hot sauce!" I begged.

His beautiful black cock surged over and over each time shooting more hot cum into my flooded pussy. Each time it twitched the head rubbed over my cervix and the flaring corona pressed tighter against my g-spot. 

"Arrrrrh!" Franklin groaned as I clenched my muscles tightly around his cock wanting to extend his pleasure as long as possible. 

His twitching subsided as his balls drained themselves into my overflowing fuck tunnel. 

I could feel our combined fuck juices flow from me and I was certain they had run down over his drained ball sack and stained the leather seat. 

Once I knew his orgasm was complete I lifted off his beautiful black cock and as it slapped against his abdomen I dropped down into his lap capturing the length of shimmering cock between our loins. 

I slowly ground my pelvic mound against him smearing the fluids from his cock onto my belly. If I had room I would have loved to drop my mouth to it and lick him clean. 

His huge hands moved up and down my back massaging every inch with one movement. 

"What a fuck." Franklin whispered. 

I kissed his neck and whispered in reply. "What a cock!" 

When I first saw his incredible cock I thought it would rip me apart but my mouth and pussy stretched to accept him almost as if they were molding putty. 

I kissed his neck again and asked. "Franklin tell me how big is it." 

He turned and pressed his full lips against my mouth for a moment then said. "Thirteen inches baby. And you took almost all of it." He quickly added. "Not many can either." 

I slowly slid off his lap and flopped down in the passenger seat again. Looking out the windshield I reached over and grasped his still hard cock gently stroking the shaft and running my finger tips around the corona and head. 

Franklin moaned softly as my delicate fingers moved skillfully over his still very sensitive cock. 

I wondered to my self. "What would it be like to have a thirteen inch rock hard cock stuffed in my ass. How deep down my throat could I swallow such a huge cock." I wondered if any woman had ever tried to take every beautiful twitching inch of his cock in her throat. 

I asked. "Hey baby has any woman ever deep throat-ed all of it?" 

Franklin kind of chuckled and replied. "Not voluntarily." 

I turned to face him again and said. "I can imagine laying on my back with my head dangling over the edge of the bed and having you stuff that beautiful black cock down my throat." 

He smiled at the thought of doing just that. 

"Just imagine your balls slapping against my face as you throat fuck me. I'd reach back and grab your ass and pull you deeper swallowing every fucking inch of this monster." I continued as my hand stroked the full length of his thirteen inch pillar of sex. 

"When can we do that Margaret?" Franklin asked with an inquisitive tone in his voice. 

I thought for a moment then said. "Next time there is a game on Thursday night."

"I'm there babe!" He exclaimed turning more toward me. 

"I can hardly wait." I replied as I slowly traced my middle finger from my lip down over my chin to my neck trying to measure how deep a thirteen inch cock would reach down my throat. 

I circled his enormous cock with my soft fingers stroking it softly from mid way up the shaft to the flaring corona. "Sure hope this fits." I remarked. 

"ME TOO!" Franklin replied quickly. 

I released his massive member and began pulling my jeans back on. Somehow he tucked his cock back inside his slacks and as I slipped my shirt back over my head Franklin reached up above the sun visor and pulled a business card out. "Here's my card Margaret." He said handing the card to me. 

I glanced at the card but in the dim light could not read what was printed on it. I slipped it inside my pocket and smiled at him as I said. "I'll have to hide this so my ass hole husband doesn't find it." 

Franklin nodded his agreement then said. "Make sure you call me next time there's a Thursday night game. 

"Count on it baby!" I replied. 

Franklin smiled at me as I opened the door and slipped out of his car. Before closing the door I leaned down and said. "Thanks for the quickie baby." 

"No problem." He answered. 

He watched me as I walked around the front of his car and pressed the remote unlocking and activating the interior lights of my Benz parked next to his ride. 

As I rounded the left front corner of my Benz his window glided down. 

"You drive a Benz Margaret?" He asked. 

I stopped and looked over the hood. "I like classy rides." I remarked. 

His bright smile flashed at me before he replied. "I like classy women." 

"Next time I'll show you what classy women are all about baby." I answered. 

I slid into the drivers seat and started the Benz. Before backing out of the space I looked over at 

Franklin and flashed a bright smile waving good bye at the same time. 

He returned the smile and held his hand to his ear in the shape of a phone reminding me to call him next time the NFL scheduled a Thursday night game. 

As I drove toward home I imagined just exactly what it would feel like having his mammoth cock stuffed into my throat. I'd have to remember to bring along some kind of lube to make the task easier. 

If my throat felt like my pussy did after fucking him I'd be one satisfied MILF. 

I steered the Benz into our driveway a short time later and was surprised to find Barry's car in the garage when I pushed the door opener. My mind instantly raced trying to figure how I'd get past him so I could shower off the odor of Franklin's massive black cock and our combined fuck juices before Barry noticed. 

I opened the door to the kitchen and found Barry standing at the counter. He turned and said. "Hi Peggy." 

I could smell my black lover's scent as I stepped inside and replied. "Your home early baby." 

"Yeah the game was a blow out so I bugged out early." Barry explained his being home early.

He continued. "Thought maybe we'd have a little fun." A shit eating grin appearing on his lips. 

"Oh you did?" I questioned him. 

His grin disappeared as I strolled past him and headed toward the hall and stairs. 

I assume he figured I'd just automatically drop to my knees and start sucking his fat cock. But if he 

was going to get anything from me tonight he'd have to earn it. 

As I climbed the stairs I looked over my shoulder. Barry was standing in the hall watching me. "I'm gonna take a shower Barry, then we'll see about any fun happening."

Before he could reply I was in the bath and closed the door. Quickly stripping out of my tee shirt and jeans I noticed the small triangle of fabric that covered my loins was actually pasted to my skin. Franklin's cum along with my own fuck juice was still smeared on my skin. I peeled the soiled thong off and quickly dropped it down the laundry shoot along with the rest of my clothing. 

As I adjusted the shower water temperature I thought how close I'd just come to having Barry find out exactly what I have been doing on those nights he was so engaged with his pig skin games. I'd have to be more careful in the future if I didn't want to lose my golden ticket. 

Stepping into the warm shower I quickly lathered myself replacing the pungent odor of sex with the sweet smell of perfumed soap. I had just finished shampooing my hair when I heard the bath room door open. 

"You want some company?" Barry asked. 

I turned and slid the shower curtain aside to find my husband standing in front of me naked as a jay bird. His hand slowly stroking his fat cock. 

Barry and I enjoyed sex in the shower many times before, but it had been a few years since we actually made love under the warm water. 

I smiled widely at him and shook my head yes as I stepped to one end of the tub to give him room to join me. 

The warm shower water cascaded over my back and shoulders as he stepped in with that same shit eating grin on his lips. 

"What did you have in mind baby?" I asked as Barry closed the curtain with his free hand. 

His hand kind of shook his growing erection as he suggested. "How about a little wet oral sex Peggy." 

Knowing his much smaller cock would probably flop around inside my Franklin stretched pussy I was more then happy to agree smiling my agreement to my horny football zombie of a husband. 

I tilted my head back letting the warm water run over my face as I knelt before his swelling cock. 

Barry moved forward releasing his grip on his cock and asked. "Me first?" 

I nodded yes and reached out to place one hand on either hip pulling him closer to me so the water would splash on both my face and his fat cock at the same time. 

Barry placed his hands just above mine on his hips and stared intensely at me as I drew his erection toward my shimmering lips. 

I dipped my head and gave his wet cock a long sensual lick from the base where his balls hung up to the tip taking extra time to circle the soft flesh of his corona once before pressing the tip of my tongue against the tiny slit at the tip of his cock head. 

Barry moaned soulfully as my tongue spread his cum slit open. I knew what drove him crazy and was determined to show him what he'd been missing while he sat watching football all season. 

His cock was now fully erect and stood at attention. There was no need for me to guide it to my lips its throbbing head was poised directly in front of my wet mouth. 

I looked up at him as I parted my shimmering lips. His eyes filled with wanton lust in anticipation of me taking his fat cock inside my hot wet mouth. 

Keeping my eyes fixed to his and with streams of warm water showering over my face I asked. "May I?" Barry instantly nodded yes and I opened my lips and took his swollen cock head between them. 

His gruff moan acknowledged that he wanted my warm wet lips surrounding his throbbing cock head. 

"Oh baby!" Barry exclaimed as I closed my lips around the shaft just below his flaring corona. 

I sucked hard on just the head moving my tongue around the soft flesh as I did. 

"That's it Peggy!" Barry moaned 

I pulled on his hips but kept my head perfectly still drawing more of his swollen fat cock inside my mouth. 

Barry moaned again. 

Slowly I pulled him toward me until my nose was nestled against the curly patch of pubic hair above his cock shaft. His cock didn't reach the back of my throat but it pulsed strongly in my mouth. 

I opened my lips wide and extended my tongue outside my lips to lick at his balls as he surged inside my hot wet mouth. 

Sliding my hand up over his I slowly withdrew his rock hard erection from my warm oral cavity. Warm water cascaded over my face and his cock as it slipped from my sensual oral grasp. 

I smiled up at him as I lift his hands from his hips to either side of my head. 

"Face fuck me baby." I suggested. 

I felt his grip tighten on either side and I let my hands drop to my sides opening my mouth to his advance. 

"Christ Peg you're so fucking sexy!" Barry exclaimed. 

His throbbing cock stood at attention a miniscule distance from my wanton mouth as he slowly pulled my head toward him. 

It slipped between my lips and I kept my mouth open wide. His strong hands pulled me further onto his aching cock. My open mouth filled with warm water before I softly closed my lips around his cock shaft bathing him in a mixture of warm water and hot steamy saliva. 

I moaned deeply as he pressed my nose into his pubic patch and swished the sexy mixture of fluids around his fat cock. 

Barry held my head firmly in place under the stream of warm water as he slowly pulled his hips back until his throbbing cock head popped from my lips. 

I looked up at him and pleaded. "Fuck my mouth baby!" 

His grip on my skull tightened and in an instant my nose was again pressed tightly into his pubic mound. I felt his fat cock surge and actually press into the tight opening of my throat. 

The sensation of his cock invading even the opening of my throat brought a soulful moan from deep with in my being. Barry's cock surged again and he pulled even harder on my head trying to make it past the tight opening to my throat. 

His cock head teased my throat but it just doesn't have the length to actually invade the soft warm flesh beyond the tight ring of flesh at the back of my mouth. 

I moaned again as he slowly withdrew and again plunged his fat cock between my lips. 

"Suck it Peggy!" Barry exclaimed as he pulled back again. 

I closed my mouth tight around his throbbing member and sucked hard on the swollen cock flesh as he pressed my wet mouth over it again. 

His grip and the speed at which he face fucked me intensified as we both anticipated what was about to happen. 

I let my muscles go limp and just became his oral fuck toy letting him control the increasing speed at which he drove his throbbing fat cock into my mouth only gasping air when his bulging cock head slipped from between my shimmering hot lips for an instant between deep plunges into my mouth. 

"God Peggy!" Barry nearly screamed. 

My eyes replied that I wanted him to continue and give me the pent of load of sperm I knew his balls would produce. 

Barry's wonderful fat cock slammed over and over again into my mouth swelling to climatic size and actually spreading the tight ring of flesh at the opening of my throat. 

He moaned deeply as his orgasm approached and I reached up to grab his hips firmly and pull him against my throat. His cock surged and delivered a thick stream of cum directly into my throat. 

"Cumming!" He screamed. 

Hot thick cum exploded from his cock and filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop I could but his balls delivered more cum then they had ever before. It oozed from the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin mixing with the warm water of our sexy shower.  

I held him firmly in place the tiny cum slit pressed against the opening of my throat. Each time his cock spewed another shot of thick hot cum it shot into my throat and I happily swallowed ever drop. 

"Fuckin A!" Barry exclaimed. 

His cum tasted salty and was very thick and it coated the hot flesh of my throat as I swallowed it. 

"Drink that hot cum Peg!" Barry hissed. 

His grip loosened on my skull and I began sucking and licking at his throbbing member as his orgasm began to subside. 

Hot cum oozed from his cock and I happily licked and sucked every drop of his thick salty cock juice. 

"Wow!" Barry exclaimed as I let him slip from my sticky mouth and began licking all over his spend cock. 

The shower water washed away those few drops of thick cum that I didn't lick off him. Holding his spent cock in one hand I looked up at my husband and asked. "Better than sudden dead over time?" 

He smiled knowing I was making fun of him and his addiction to football. "Better than the Super Bowl baby!" He replied. 

Barry's strong hands moved to my arms and he lifted me up from the kneeling position I was in. His lips captured mine and he drove his tongue deeply inside my mouth. Warm shower water cascaded over our faces as we kissed deeply for the longest time. 

It almost seemed as if my football zombie husband realized he had been ignoring my sexual needs and wanted to make up for it in one long soulful french kiss. His hands held my head firmly against him mouth and he slowly moved my lips while he made oral love to my tongue. 

I moaned deeply as our sensual kiss continued for what seemed like an eternity. 

Barry broke our kiss and moved his lips to my ear. He whispered. "Your turn baby." 

I turned my mouth to his and offered him my tongue which he gladly accepted in yet another long sensuous kiss. His hands moved to my shoulders and then slowly between our shimmering bodies to gently caress my breasts and the taut nipples that ached for his touch. 

Our kiss became more passionate and frenzied as his palms and finger tips moved slowly over my breasts. A supple moan escaped my throat when he rolled one taut pink nipple between his thumb and index finger. 

Finally breaking our kiss Barry began kissing my neck shoulders and that most sensitive spot just behind my ear. He moved with the skill of a passion driven lover as his lips and tongue covered every inch of tingling flesh.

"Oh god Barry." I uttered as his kisses began to send tiny chills down my spine. Even the warm shower water could not keep me from shuddering under his sensual kisses. 

Slowly Barry began to kiss further down over my shoulders kissing and licking the soft flesh of my upper breasts. His fingers still gently caressing the hard nubs of pleasure pointing from the tips of each soft tit. 




Another Football Season... Ch. 04



"Yes baby!" I exclaimed. "Kiss my nipples." 

Barry bent slightly at the knees and moved his mouth and tongue to slowly kiss and suckle the flesh surrounding my nipples. Rock hard and protruding from my soft tits my taut nipples begged to be kissed, suckled, nibbled upon and even bitten. I wanted his mouth on my nipples and slowly moved my hands to his skull to guide his lips to their erect flesh. 

A guttural moan escaped my lips as his mouth covered the first tight nipple. Sucking it between his lips and teasing it with short quick flicks of his tongue. 

"Yes Barry suck them!" I begged. 

Barry moved his mouth from nipple to nipple quickly at first then slowed to linger and give the twitching hard nubs the attention I craved so much. 

"Bite them baby." I pleaded. 

His teeth grasped one tight nipple holding it firmly while he flicked the tip with his tongue sending shards of pleasure spiraling toward my brain. 

Barry moved to give the opposing taut nipple the same treatment and played with the free nipple with his fingers while he bit flicked and suckled my nipple. His lips moved expertly from one tit to the other licking between the heaving orbs of pleasure slowly as he moved. 

I couldn't remember when he last paid this much attention of pleasuring my tits this way but I was not going to encourage him to stop. His progression to the ultimate goal was marked by the slow movement of his strong hand to my stomach where while he still kissed and sucked my tits, he began slowly massaging my stomach muscles with his soft touch. 

"Oh god baby, you've got me so turned on." I whispered. 

Barry bent further at the knees and his lips left my tingling breasts to replace his soft hands on my stomach. He kissed every inch of flesh from my tits down to my waist paying particular attention to my belly button slipping the tip of his tongue into the depression and circling it with quick soft kisses. 

"Yes baby I love that." I remarked. 

He looked up at me and grinned as he bent more at the knees and dropped to kneel before me on the tub bottom. His hands resting on my hips water now running over his head and face. 

He drew my hands to his shoulders and slowly lifted one leg placing my foot on the edge of the tub. I steadied my self on his broad shoulders knowing his oral pleasure was about to move to the moist folds of my steamy pussy. 

"Eat me baby!" I begged. 

Barry moved one hand behind me sliding it up to cup one ass cheek while the other slowly moved from my knee toward the confluence of my thighs. 

He stared at the folds of flesh that formed my vulva the looked up at me to say. "What a beautiful flower." 

At that very instance I was filled with guilt. Not two hours before I was slamming his beautiful flower down over a huge black cock. Letting that mammoth fuck shaft stretch my pussy beyond belief. Fantasizing about having that thirteen inch cock buried deep in my throat. Craving that black studs cum flowing down my throat. I felt guilty and some what concerned that the taste of my black behemoth's cum may still linger inside my steamy fuck tunnel. 

Barry leaned toward my swollen pussy and inhaled deeply. "It smells so sweet." He said. 

I could only hope that it would taste as sweet and not have the lingering taste of salty thick black cum that was filling it earlier. 

His tongue flicked out and touched my swollen clit sending a shard of instant pleasure shooting to my brain. Again he flicked at the hard nub of my clit and again the pleasure was instantly transferred to my brain. 

"Oh god baby!" I exclaimed pressing my loins toward his eager mouth and tongue. 

I moved one hand to my loins spreading the folds to expose the hard nub of pleasure to his sensuous 

oral talents. 

Barry responded by taking the throbbing flesh between his lips and suckling on it as if it would produce milk. It only produced even stronger shards of pleasure shooting up my spine and crashing into my brain. 

"Suck it like that baby!" I pleaded. 

His lips clamped down on my clit and he sucked it harder and harder with every passing second. I felt a finger, no two spread my swollen lips and pierce the moist flesh of my pussy. 

"Please god please don't taste the fluid from your fingers." I thought to my self worried that the lingering taste of cum may remain. I actually moved my hand between my thighs and cuped the palm trying to catch a handful of water to wash away any possible remains of Franklin's cum from inside me. 

Barry slipped his fingers inside again and this time let his tongue slide along the swollen folds of flesh outside. If my husband were going to taste black sperm this would be the time. But thankfully he didn't detect the lingering taste of thick cum as he began licking my pussy in rapid licks from my ass up to my swollen clit. 

I moaned slowly giving in to his oral pleasures and knowing the taste of my black stud was going unnoticed. 

Barry moved his other hand around front and used opposing fingers to spread my pussy wide open. His tongue darted in and out of my steamy fuck tunnel sending chills up my spine again. My concerns of lingering taste gone I begged him. "Please baby tongue fuck my hot wet pussy!" 

I pressed my hips forward and down against my lovers mouth as he began driving his wet tongue inside my equally wet and searing hot pussy. 

"Oh god YES!" I screamed as his tongue pierced the swollen folds over and over. 

Barry moved both hand to my ass and pulled my loins even tighter against his mouth as his oral assault of my throbbing pussy intensified. 

Spiraling swirls of pleasure flowed up my spine to my brain and the short hair on the back of my neck stood straight as if some electric pleasure tool were being used on them. 

My entire loins tingled as my wonderful husband continued pleasuring me with his awesome oral talents. 

I could feel the incredible numbness of an approaching orgasm begin slowly in my loins then build as it spread upward to consume me entire body. 

"Oh god oh god!" I uttered over and over as my climax approached. 

"You're gonna make me CUMMMMMMMMMM!" I screamed as the first wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me. 

Barry wanting to increase my pleasure moved one hand between my ass cheeks and quickly drove his longest finger to the depth of my ass. 

That sent me over the edge and I screamed. "I'm Cummmmmmmmmming!" 

My pussy flooded with fuck juice flowing from the moist folds onto my lovers tongue and lips. His finger slipped out the drove home again in my ass as I rode both his mouth and finger to the ultimate of pleasure. 

Barry lapped at my pussy drinking in every drop of fluid that it produced. His mouth sounded like a sucking machine drawing the sweet juice from inside me. 

My hips bucked against him, my knees went week and I nearly collapsed had it not been for his hand pressing between my ass cheeks and his finger driven deep inside I would have fallen to my knees. 

His mouth consumed me drinking the juice and licking my twitching pussy until my orgasm mercifully began to subside. My body weak with pleasure my mind racing with passion both wanted this incredible moment to last forever. It had been so long since Barry had carried me to these heights of pleasure. I had craved for him to pleasure me this way and now that he'd done so I felt guilty about my infidelity. 

Like he had before I reached down and helped him up capturing his loving mouth as he straightened up before me. This kiss was soulful sensuous passionate and loving. Gentle while strong a deep tongue stroking kiss that only served to beg for more. 

We stepped out of the shower and patted each other dry. Barry gathered me up in his strong arms and carried me naked to our bed. He lay beside me no within me our arms and legs intertwined where we both fell asleep satisfied beyond belief. 

I dreamed of him that night dreamed of his loving kisses his soft caresses and his gently touch. I slept very well knowing thankfully that I was still his most important passion. 

To be continued.....



Another Football Season... Ch. 05



I awoke alone Friday morning wondering why my husband wasn't still with me. We had shared an incredible oral sex session late last night and I had hoped to give him another sexy blow job when we woke. 

Slipping on my robe and after stopping in the bath room to pee I made my way down stairs. 

Barry was sitting at the kitchen table reading the sports section. 

"Last night was incredible." I said. 

He looked up from the paper and with a rather distasteful tone in his voice he said. "I hope so cause I missed the come back of the century. The Bucs scored three TD's in the fourth quarter and beat the Colts by 2." 

I didn't fully understand until he added. "I copped out on the guys to come home and service you and missed the best come back in years." 

I was instantly pissed at him and nearly screamed. "Service me!" 

He just shook his head yes. 

"You fucking bastard if I remember correctly it was me that got down on my knees and sucked you off." I hissed. 

Barry looked up again and just said. "What ever." 

Tears welled up in my eyes. This fucking football zombie would rather watch a fucking game instead of having me suck his cock and swallow his sticky cum load. I turned and ran up the steps to the bed room. 

Flopping down on the same bed where we cuddled so tenderly after incredible shower sex I cried my eyes out for nearly an hour. And the longer I cried the more enraged I got. 

His words "service me" burned into my brain. I'd show him about servicing someone. He wouldn't get close to being serviced until long after the pro bowl if at all.

I heard the faint sound of the garage door opening and knew the bastard was leaving for the office. In my fit of rage I fumbled through my purse and found Franklin's business card. Staring at it for a moment I thought about his massive cock and how it would feel stuffed in my throat. 

My mind raced wondering if I should call him now. After all it was only a little past nine in the morning and he was most likely hard at work already. I knew once I dialed the number printed on his card I would be obligated to make good on the gauntlet I'd thrown down for him to fuck my mouth with every inch of his enormous black cock. 

I wasn't sure I was up for the challenge and returned his card to the secret compartment in my purse.

Even though I decided not to contact Franklin I was still mad enough that I knew I wanted another man's cock buried inside me today. Perhaps Sam would be interested in a Friday afternoon roll in the hay. If not I could always head to the mall and spend a couple hundred of that bastards hard earned dollars. 

I slipped into a pink lace thong and slid a similar colored sun dress over my head. A pair of delightful pink pumps and a quick brushing of my hair prepared me for what ever came my way today. 

I giggled thinking perhaps I'd come home to my son of a bitch husband with the smell of another man's cum on my skin. 

As I sipped a cup of coffee at the breakfast table I picked up my phone and dialed Sam's number. It rang twice then went to his voice mail. 

His greeting was. "Hi Sam here. Sorry I couldn't take your call but if you'll leave your name and number I'll call you back as soon as I can." 

I waited for the beep then left him a message. "Hi Sam it's Margaret. It's about ten o'clock Friday morning and I was wondering if you might be free this afternoon. I need to see you baby. Call me?" 

After leaving him a message I decided to head for the mall. After all the mall was full of horny men who'd jump at the chance to fuck a hot little MILF. 

I left the top up on the Benz and as I backed out of the garage I noticed Chuck Sampson our next door neighbor trimming the shrubs between our properties. 

I pushed the window button and as the glass glided down I smiled at Chuck and said. "Morning Chuck you're hard at work already." 

Chuck set his electric trimmer down next to the bushes and walked over to the passenger side of the Benz. "I've been at this since eight this morning Peg. Should be done in another hour or so." Chuck said. 

"The shrubbery looks good." I said.

He smiled at me and replied. "Thanks Peg I like keeping the bush trimmed." 

Chuck is a retired attorney and spends his retirement working around the house and playing an occasional round of golf. He's a little overweight and has thinning hair but is still quite a handsome man. 

"Where you off to Peg?" He asked.

I smiled and replied. "A little shopping at the mall." 

Chuck always paid attention to me when we are outside at the same time and I often wondered if he ever cheated on his wife Millie who is a little more than over weight. 

"Gonna spend some of Barry's hard earned money are ya?" Chuck asked. 

I grinned widely and replied. "As much as possible." 

He straightened up as he said. "Well have a good time." 

"I'll try." I said as Chuck turned and headed back to his work. 

As I backed the rest of the way out the drive I wondered if perhaps Chuck would be interested in spending a couple hours working on me. I dispelled the idea knowing that cock was too close to home. 

It's a short ten minute drive to the mall and there were lots of parking spaces close to the entrance at ten fifteen in the morning. 

Slipping the Benz into park I pulled down the visor and flipped open the vanity mirror. My hair didn't need any attention but I took the time to apply some pale pink lip gloss and a squirt or two of perfume just in case I ran into an inviting cock this morning. 

Shoe stores are a Margaret magnet and my favorite is Just for Her an upscale shop that always has something I really like. Their inventory ranges from sandals to stilettos with the added advantage of being very expensive a bonus since I wanted to part my football zombie bastard husband with as much of his money as possible today. 

As I turned the corner and walked slowly between their short display windows the two young men that had the morning shift both looked toward me. One of them wore a long sleeve white shirt a red neck tie and tight navy blue slacks. The other a taller but clearly younger man had on a green vee neck sweater and khaki pants. 

I spend some time looking over the offerings in their display and making a mental note of several I'd like to try on. Trying on shoes is one of my favorite past times. Shoe salesmen mall wide cringe when I enter their shops. 

I turned and smiled widely at the two young studs as I entered the store. 

The older one stepped from behind the counter and said. "Morning ma'am can I help you?" 

"Yes you can." I replied with a smile on my lips. 

As he approached I noticed his eyes look down then up again then he offered. "Have a seat. Which style caught your eye?" 

I smiled again and asked to see a pair of black pumps that were in the middle of the display window. 

He slid a fitting stool in front of the chair I had taken and asked. "Do you know your size ma'am?" 

"It's usually a seven but sometimes an eight depending on the shoe." I replied. 

His eyes roamed up and down my form as he suggested. "Let me measure your foot just to be sure." 

"Okay." I answered as he reached around and pulled the size ruler from the container attached to the back of his fitting stool. 

I crossed my legs as he reached to slip my pink pump off my foot. "These are very pretty." He offered as he removed my shoe. 

I grinned and said. "Well thank you I try to take care of my feet." 

He looked up at me with a confused expression on his face then said. "I was talking about your pumps ma'am." 

"Oh excuse me." I replied wiggling my toes at him. 

I often flirt with shoe sales men and even at this early hour I could tell he would be a willing recipient of any flirtatious gestures on my part. 

He guided my heel to the butt end of the size ruler and leaned forward to read the size. "Looks like a seven will be perfect." 

I lifted my leg and slowly crossed it over the other making my self comfortable as he stood and said. "Let's see you wanted to try on style 4987 I believe." 

"I guess for starters yes." I said not knowing if the pumps I was looking at were style 4987. 

"Just a moment ma'am." He said as he turned and walked toward the stock room. 

His counter part was leaning against the wall behind the register and I smiled at him when I caught him gawking at me. 

A moment later my young sales man returned to the sales floor but instead of coming directly to where I was seated he side stepped behind the counter and bent over. 

As he again approached he kind of grinned and said. "State law requires that you wear socks while trying on shoes ma'am." 

He extended his hand which was holding a pair of white knee high stockings. They are the type that nurses wear under their pants and in fact I'd seen Chuck's wife Millie wearing them under the house coats she always seems to be dressed in. The stockings look dingy and quite wrinkled. There was no way I was going to slip my feet into those disgusting stockings. 

"They will never do." I exclaimed. 

He offered. "Perhaps we have something on our special discount table over there that will suffice." 

I stood up and kind of limped over with one shoe on to the large round table where their discounted hose were displayed.

Flipping several items over I found the cutest pair of ankle high white stockings with a tiny lace fringe around the top. They were marked $7.99 which I thought was rather high for a discounted item. 

"These will do." I remarked as I turned and limped back to my seat. 

He was already seated on the fitting stool as I slipped by my leg touched his thigh. Sitting down I lifted my foot toward him and he slipped off my other shoe placing it on the floor under his stool. 

His eyes again moved up then down taking in my shapely form. 

I smiled knowing he was probably undressing me with his eyes. 

"I'll get these." I said as I slipped the cute lace fringed socks from the wrapper. 

He leaned back giving me a little more room and I lifted on leg off the seat to slip the sock over my sexy toes. His eyes watched as the material slid over my heel and I pulled it tight up around my ankle. I folded the tiny lace fringe down over the top of the sock. 

Knowing he was watching me so intently when I lifted my second foot I gave him a view of my shapely thigh letting my sun dress slip up over my knee. His eyes widened some what but the view didn't seem to distract him much. I assumed he'd had ample opportunities to look up woman's dresses before so my little show didn't faze him in the least. 

As I folded the lace down on the second sock he reached down and lifted a shoe box into his lap. 

"Here we are." He said as he flipped the lid off and slid it under the bottom of the shoe box. 

The black pumps I had selected had about a three inch heel and were your basic black evening type shoe. Good for dancing and perhaps mingling at a party but no where near high enough to be considered fuck me kind of shoes. 

He pointed the back of the shoe toward me holding it under and just in front of the heel. His free hand slipped behind my ankle just above the lace trim of my new stockings. My toes slipped into the pump and his skillful hand somehow produced a shoe horn to assist my heel over the stiff back of the shoe. 

For the second or two that his hand held my leg I could tell he had very soft hands. 

"Always try on both shoes ma'am." He suggested then added. "No two shoes or feet are exactly the same. 

We repeated the same movements but with the second his hand lingered a moment longer on the back of my ankle and I was able to confirm that he indeed has very soft and rather skillful fingers. 

Standing up I took a step or two and felt a slight twinge of pain in my toes. "Kinda narrow." I offered. 

"They'll stretch." He suggested. 

As I walked a little more the leather did give a tiny bit but my toes were still quite firmly held in place by the leather material. 

I stepped in front of a viewing mirror and moved my feet to see how I looked wearing this pair of classic black pumps. 

The white stockings and lacy tops accentuated the shoes and I thought to my self "I could build a rather kinky maid costume with this foot wear as a starting point. 

Knowing I seldom get a chance or wish to wear such a formal pair of heels I turned and asked. "Do you have something similar but with a little higher heel?" 

"I believe I do." He replied then said. "Frank grab me a pair of 9321's in size eight would ya?" Speaking to his counterpart. 

Frank jumped into action and in a second disappeared into the stock room. 

"New guy." He said. 

"You the manager?" I asked. 

He grinned and answered. "Yep." Then added. "Let me slip these off." 

His soft hand lingered even longer on my ankle as he slipped my foot out of the three inch heels. 

Frank being the quote unquote new guy was apparently having trouble finding the 9321's that his boss had requested. 

After an anxious moment he said. "Excuse me please ma'am." 

"Sure take your time." I said then added. "I have all morning." 

Just as the store manager was about to enter the stock room Frank rounded the corner carrying a box. "Found them Bill." He said proudly. 

He handed the box to my salesman who turned and uttered as he did. "Two points for you Frank." Shaking his head side to side as he walk back to his fitting stool. 

Taking a seat on the stool Bill smiled at me. "Sorry about the delay." 

"No problem Bill." I replied addressing him using his name now that Frank had inadvertently given me that information. 

Bill removed both shoes from the box and held them up offering me a look at the style. These were also black but had higher heels. 

"How high are they?" I asked. 

"Four and a half inches ma'am." He replied. 

"Hmmmm... that's more like it." I replied.

"Let's see how a size eight fits." Bill suggested. 

I lifted my leg making sure he would get a good look up my thigh as he again used his soft skillful hands to slip my foot into the shoe. 

Rather then returning my foot to the floor I lifted my leg to get a look at how high the heels were. I unknowingly gave Bill a wider look at my thighs not the underside but the silky smooth flesh between . He smiled widely at me as I realized he was enjoying the view. 

I let him slip my other foot into the shoe without giving him a second chance to look up my dress. 

Standing on these higher heels I felt taller and quite sexy. I moved toward the mirror again and viewed the shoes and my legs together. The higher the heel the better my legs looked and with the white lacy socks I thought it was a rather sexy image. 

Turning to Bill I asked. "Does your wife wear heels this high?" 

He smiled at me as I walked slowly back to where he was watching me move. One sexy foot directly in front of the other moving my hips slightly in a seductive motion. 

"Not married ma'am." Bill answered as I approached his stool. 

I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Don't you think these heels scream fuck me?" 

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened as he heard me use a word that I assumed not many of his customers used. 

I sat down across from him a wide smile on my lips. I thought "Time to turn up the heat a little." 

"What do you think Billie." I asked. 

He wasn't sure if I was asking him what he thought about the shoes screaming fuck me or not and as he blushed slightly he said. "They look very nice on you ma'am." 

I smiled sheepishly at him knowing what he was thinking wasn't the same as what he said. 

"I don't suppose you have this style in red do you." I asked as I again lifted my leg and gave him a peek between my thighs. 

Bill was catching on finally and jumped at the chance to try and shock me. 

"We do have it in red ma'am but I think the red ones might make you look like a whore." He said with a wide grin on his lips. 

He and I were quickly getting into a flirtatious shock match and I smiled as I leaned forward and whispered. "What makes you think I'm not a whore." 

Bill shot back so only he and I could hear. "Whores don't spend three hundred dollars on shoes ma'am." 

I was still smiling as I replied. "And not all whores charge for their sexual favors." 

His eyes widened as I figured he thought of having me fuck him wearing those whorish red heels flashed through his mind. 

I grinned at him and said. "How bout you let me decide if the red ones are good for me or not." 

"Certainly." He replied then stood to retrieve the red heels from the stock room. 

I noticed him nod at Frank as he walk away and Frank quickly followed Bill into the stock room. 

It took longer than expected for Bill to return I assumed because he was telling Frank that I was coming on to him. 

When he did he was carrying three shoe boxes. As he sat down in front of me I thought I noticed a slight bulge in his slacks and I always accept the challenge of seeing if I can make a man's trouser bulge grow. 

"I took the liberty of bringing a couple extra pair for you to consider ma'am." Bill explained. 

Bill flipped the lid off the first box which contained the red heels similar to the black ones I'd just tried on. 

"Let's try these first." He suggested. 

Since I now had his undivided attention when I lifted my leg to have him slip my foot into the red heels I let my other leg move to the side giving him an even longer look up my dress than before. The grin that appeared on his face confirmed that he was able to see the tiny patch of pink lace covering my pussy. 

"Now the other." Bill said hoping to take another look at my lacy thong. 

I let the hem of my sun dress slide up above my knees and gave him an eye full of creamy thighs and pink lace. 

He swallowed hard and fidgeted a little on his stool as he asked. "How do they feel." 

I stood up and as I walked away from him toward the mirror at the end of the seats I replied. "They feel wonderful." I turned to face him admiring the reflection of the shoes and my lacy socks before I added. "And they look very sexy." 

Bill smiled and replied. "I couldn't agree more." 

"I love these. How much are they?" I asked. 

Bill raised an eyebrow and replied. "Two seventy five." 

I assumed his raised eyebrow was an indication that he thought I wasn't willing to part with that much just for one sexy pair of red high heels. 

"Let me think about them." I said not wanting him to give up hope of a good sale. 

Just then Frank appeared from the stock room. His tie was loosened and he appeared to be sweating just a bit. 

"Got that shipment unpacked." He said to his boss then added. "Mind if I run over to Orange Julius?" 

Billed looked at his watch for a moment then replied. "No problem take a break. I'll see you in thirty." 

Frank smiled at me as he slipped past and headed out toward the mall. 

I smiled widely at Bill as I sat back down in front of him. 

Seizing the opportunity to crank up the flirtatious heat on this young bachelor I said in a very sexy tone of voice. "Finally alone." 

Bill looked up and instantly replied. "Hopefully we won't be interrupted by any other customers." 

I just grinned at him and nodded my agreement. 

"Let me see what else you picked out for me." I asked. 

Bill reached down and slid the top box off his stack of shoes and reached for the one resting on the floor. 

"I think you will like these." He said flipping the lid off and letting it fall to the carpet. 

The box contained a pair of white stilettos. At least six inch spike heels that I instantly knew would be a challenge to keep my balance on. 

He reached in the box and lifted one sexy shoe by the thin ankle strap holding it up for me to view. 

I smiled and remarked. "Now those really scream fuck me!" 




Another Football Season... Ch. 05



I couldn't wait to try them on and judging from the expression on his face Bill couldn't wait to see me in them. 

He reached down and lifted my foot by the ankle slipping the red heel off. His soft skillful digits guided the shoe to my toes and my heel into the back. 

"Let me buckle the strap." He said. 

His fingers touched more skin then they needed to as he carefully closed the buckle tightly around my ankle. 

I lifted my leg to look at the stiletto he had so skillfully fitted me with and noticed him lean to his right a little to glance under my dress again. 

"How does that feel?" Bill asked. 

"Not bad." I replied as I lifted my other foot so he could slip the matching stiletto on. 

His soft fingers made short work of closing the buckle but again he let his digits linger on my flesh. His flirtatious remarks and those wonderful soft fingers brought goose bumps up on my arms and a tiny tingle to my loins. 

Bill offered me his hand which I gladly accepted as I stood on the highest pair of heels I'd ever tried on. 

"Steady." Bill said as I took a tentative step or two. 

"How do you even walk in these." I asked. 

Bill smiled widely at me and suggested. "You have to pretend you don't have heels and just walk on the balls of your feet." 

"Wouldn't want to walk too far like that." I replied. 

He instantly replied. "I've seen women dance for hours in these exact shoes ma'am." 

I laughed and said. "I've been to many wedding receptions and dance clubs and I've never seen any woman dancing in heels this high." 

"You should see the dancers at Club Mystique. They move around like they're on a cloud." Bill offered. 

I smiled at him and asked. "Club Mystique isn't that the stripper club across town." 

His grin acknowledged that was exactly what he was talking about. 

"Well I'm not planning on going to work at some stripper joint so you'll have to give me a better reason for buying heels this high." I remarked. 

Bill thought for a moment then remarked. "They do make your legs look very sexy and those heels are perfect fuck handles." 

I could feel my face warm as I blushed hearing him use the "f" word. I suppose turn around is fair play when you're having a flirting contest with someone. 

I very carefully walked the few steps to the mirror and gazed at the reflection it provided. 

My legs did look very sexy. The calf muscles taut and well defined. I turned to face him and remarked. "They do make my legs look really hot." 

"I knew they would." Bill commented. 

As I returned to the relative safety of my chair I said. "They are just a little tight. Do you have them in a half size larger?" 

Knowing he'd have another chance to run his soft fingers over my lower leg and perhaps glance under my sun dress Bill said. "Let me check." 

As he walked toward the stock room once again I decided to again turn up the flirtatious heat on this interesting young stud. I lifted my hips reached up under my dress and slipped my thong off. It caught on the six inch stiletto and stretched as I pulled the lacy fabric. I barely had time to stuff it in my purse before Bill returned carrying another shoe box. 

"Eight and a half." He remarked as he sat down in front of me. 

Judging from the increased size of the bulge in his slacks I guessed he was at least eight and a half. My sexy smile gave him no clue that I was thinking of his cock size instead of the shoes. 

"Let me undo these." He said as I lifted my foot to his soft hands. 

He skillful fingers undid the buckle slowly while his lustful eyes tried to get a look up my dress. 

I moved my other leg granting him permission to stare. His expression chanced instantly as he caught a glimpse of my naked shaven pussy. 

I was certain this was most likely a first having a customer reveal her self in that way. I kept the heat turned up asking. "See something you like?" 

Bill swallowed hard and his face turned beet red as he realized I'd caught him staring at my naked vulva. 

He stammered and stuttered for a moment then uttered. "Uh huh." 

I smiled and said. "Don't be embarrassed Bill. I wouldn't let you see that if I didn't want to." 

His color softened a bit to a pale pink but I could tell he was still somewhat embarrassed at being caught looking up a customer's dress. 

"Let's try the larger size." I said trying to get him back to the job at hand. 

He removed the other eight and quickly slipped my feet into the half size bigger. I gave him a chance at a second look but he avoid being caught again. 

As I stood up on these very sexy stilettos I said. "These fit perfect." This time as I walked carefully to the mirror I made a conscious effort to keep my weight on the balls of my feet. 

"You're right it is easier to walk if you don't let your weight come down on the heel. I said as I again viewed how I looked in these sexy shoes. 

The white lacy socks contrast brightly with the shiny black shoes and I again thought of building a sexy maid costume around this pair. 

"How do they look?" I asked. 

"Absolutely incredible." Bill instantly replied. 

I glanced at the entry from the mall to assure my self that we were still alone then lifted my dress above the middle of my thighs. 

"And if I was wearing a tight little mini skirt?" I questioned him. 

Bills eyes roamed up and down my long shapely legs letting the image burn into his brain before he replied. "Absofuckinlutely incredible."

I smiled widely at him and let my dress drop back down to my knees as I walked very slowly and sexily back toward him. His eyes glued to me as I moved. 

As I sat down I offered. "You know I'm not so sure I like the contrast of the black shoes with the white lacy socks." 

He grinned and replied. "Ma'am you could wear those shoes with tube socks and it would look sexy." 

I sat down in front of him and as he removed the stilettos I slid one lacy covered foot up and between his thighs. Bill jumped as my foot slid along the inside of one thigh his eyes staring straight at mine. 

"What's this?" I asked as my toes touched the bulge in his slacks. 

He grinned and slid front a little increasing the pressure of my toes against his erect cock. "What did you expect." He said. 

I smiled and spread my thighs lifting my dress so he could get a perfect view of my now glistening vulva. Pressing my foot firmer against his cock I asked." Maybe sometime I could try this on for size." 

Bill smiled and said. "I'm sure it would be a perfect fit." 

As I kept pressure on his swollen cock I said. "You know I have the perfect outfit to wear with these stilettos."

Bill smiled and moved his hips grinding his hard member against my foot. "Please tell." He requested. 

"It's a black lace garter and bustier set. I'm certain with a matching thong and long sexy seamed stockings and these shoes it'll be enough to melt any man." 

Bill nodded his agreement as his cock surged against my foot. 

"Perhaps you'd let me enjoy seeing that sometime." He suggested. 

"Perhaps I will." I replied then added quickly. "For now I've taken enough of your time. I'm going to take these stilettos and the red pair I tried before." 

I moved my foot from his erect cock and reached down to peel the lacy white socks off tossing them in the box with the red pumps. 

Understanding that our little flirtatious adventure was coming to an end Bill smiled and said. "Very good ma'am." 

He helped me put my pink pumps back on then stood up before me. His swollen cock pressing against the tight fabric of his navy blue slacks. As he walked toward the sales counter I wondered if I'd enticed a tiny drop of pre-cum from his rock hard cock. 

I was all smiles as I approached the counter to pay for my purchase. Handing bill my credit card he looked at the printed name and said. "Margaret that's a very pretty name." 

I reached out and touched the back of his hand. "Remember it Bill. That way the next time I come in you can use my name instead of calling me ma'am." 

"Not to worry I'll be sure to remember your name." He replied. 

"Good." I said. 

Bill rung up my sale and said. "That'll be five seventy five on your visa card. I'll throw the socks in for free." 

I grinned and with a sexy voice said. "You're very kind." 

"Oh one more thing before I leave." I said. 

"What's that?" Bill replied. 

"Do you like football?" I asked. 

Bill looked a little confused but answered correctly when he said. "Hate it!" 

"Excellent!" I said then added. You will see me again." Accentuating the word will. 

Bill leaned back against the wall behind him I sure thinking about the next time I showed up at his shop. 

As I turned to leave Frank returned. His bright smile acknowledging my purchase. 

"Have a good day." He said as he approached me. 

I smiled and replied. "I already have." 

It was only eleven forty five and I hadn't spent nearly enough of Barry's money so I stopped in the second story lounge for a bite to eat and a noon time cocktail. As I sat there alone I fantasized about showing up at Just for Her right before closing instead of right after opening. 

I imagined wearing the stilettos I'd just purchased and the black lacy outfit I'd described briefly to Bill with a long trench coat over to hide the lusty get up from everyone else. 

My fantasy would be to walk into the store after he'd dismissed his helper for the night. I'd walk up to the counter and slowly untie the belt of my coat. Bill's eyes would be glued to mine as my sexy fingers opened the outer garment revealing my luscious body primed for his sexual pleasure. 

Bill would quickly lock up and lead me into his stock room where he'd ravish my body giving me every possible pleasure I craved. I imaged him backing me up to lay on a stack of shipping cartons filled with sexy shoes and lifting my legs then grabbing my stiletto heels and using them as fuck handles while he drove his rock hard cock deep inside me. 

I imagined me bending my knees before him and balancing my self on my stilettos while I took every inch of his throbbing cock in my mouth and beyond. 

He'd fuck me from behind while I bent at the waist touching the floor with my hands. His cock slipping from my swollen fuck tunnel to invade my tight little ass. 

His hard fucking would drag me up and over the peak of pleasure as I'd climax with him pounding my sopping wet pussy, and then I'd turn and again drop down to suck him off drinking every drop of his sweet juice. 

Oh yes, Bill had given me the right answer about hating football and I knew at some point before the super bowl we'd be enjoying a super fuck. 

I finished my cocktail and headed back out into the mall. For the next several hours I spent another five hundred of my football zombied husbands money. Buying sexy lingerie a bright red dress and several silk blouses to entice my lovers with. 

One of the more sleazy lingerie shops I stopped in had a selection of reading material. I picked up a copy of "The Art of Fellatio" to see it there were any techniques I might be able to add to my repertoire of oral talents. 

About quarter to three as I was trying on a pair of tailored St John slacks my cell phone rang. I pulled it from my purse and looked at the display. It was Sam calling. 

"Hi Sam." I answered. 

"Hey Margaret whats happening you sounded a little upset when you left your message." Sam asked. 

"Oh it was nothing." I replied not wanting to rehash the early morning events with him. 

"Sorry I didn't call you earlier I've been tied up all day in meetings." Sam said. 

"I understand." I said. 

"Is it too late to get together this afternoon?" He asked. 

I knew it would be at least three thirty until we could meet but I wasn't planning on making dinner that night. My bastard of a husband could fend for himself. 

"It's never too late for us to be together." I answered. 

"Let me think." Sam said pausing for a moment. "It'll take me about twenty minutes to wrap things up here and another twenty to drive home. Do you want to meet at my place at three thirty or so?" 

"Three thirty sounds great." I replied. 

"Good." Sam said then added. "Listen babe why don't you write down the key pad code for my garage door. That way you can pull into the garage and relax while you wait for me." He suggested. 

I fumbled through my purse but couldn't find a pen or paper. "Sorry but I don't have anything to write with but I'll remember the number." I said. 

"Okay it's six nine six nine then hit pound." Sam said. 

I giggled and said. "I'll have no problem remembering that number." 

Sam laughed realizing how easy it would be for me to recall a double sixty nine. 

"Great I'll see you in a little while then." Sam said before he hung up. 

I passed on the St John slacks but made a mental note of how great my ass looked in them. 

As I headed toward the exit from the mall I walked past Just for Her. Bill was standing behind the counter with Frank. I waved at him as I passed and it looked like he was making a quick move to the front of the store. No time to stop and exchange flirts now I had a date with a known quantity and if experience held true a known quality as well. 

My shopping bags were tossed in the trunk of the Benz and since it was a warm sunny day I pressed the button to drop the roof. It glided quietly into the storage compartment behind the seats and I slid into the driver seat filled with anticipation of a late than never afternoon fuck session with Sam. 

Traffic was heavy and it took nearly twenty minutes to make a drive that should have taken ten. Bringing the Benz to a stop in Sam's driveway I jumped out and opened the cover on his key pad. 

Now lets see....six nine six nine pound I said to my self as I tapped on the key pad. Both garage doors glided up and I jumped back in and pulled ahead. 

My dash board clock read three fifteen. I'd have fifteen minutes to get prepared for Sam's arrival. As I opened the door to his kitchen I reached over and pressed both buttons causing the garage doors to slide down. 

Stepping inside I was instantly attacked by a wagging blur of fur. "Hiya Buster." I said as Sam's little dog greeted me with much excitement. Every step I took presented Buster with a free leg to run around. I had to pay close attention to him so I didn't step on his little paw. 

He probably needs to go out I thought. "Buster do you wanna go out?" I asked. His ears perked up and he cocked his head a little signaling that he wanted to go out. 

I knew Sam's back yard was fenced in but wasn't sure if he allowed Buster to roam free all over the place. Buster didn't care he just ran over to the sliders off the kitchen and stood there wagging furiously and looking up at me. 

Glancing out the doors I noticed a long leash. So I slipped past him and grabbed the loose end. Buster wouldn't hold still so I could connect the leash to his collar and it took me a moment or two to finally get him hooked up. He went prancing off to his private spot to take care of business and I stepped back into the kitchen. 

I walked into the family room and opened the heavy drapes that basically made the room dark even in the middle of the day but left the vertical blinds closed. Standing by the fireplace looking over the assortment of nick-knacks Sam kept there I thought maybe I should go up to his bedroom and strip naked and wait for him on the bed. I decided a more subtle approach was called for. 

A minute or two later I heard the garage door open again. Quickly running my fingers through my hair to give it a slightly messy look I then pinched my nipples so they'd be sure to show through the fabric of my sun dress. 

I turned and waited for Sam to enter. 

The sound of his garage door opener working again signaled his entry through the kitchen door. I smiled widely as he tossed his keys on the island counter and sat his brief case on the floor beside. 

"Hiya Margaret" Sam said as he walk toward me. "I forgot about Buster." He added. 

"No problem baby I put him out in the yard." I said. 

"Oh okay were you able to find his leash?" He asked. 

"Yep." I answered as Sam stepped down into the family room. 

He stopped when he reached the big overstuffed sectional sofa and said. "This is a pleasant surprise. I like the idea that you want to see me besides during a football afternoon."

"I'm full of surprises." I remarked. 

Sam smiled and said. "I love surprises." 

As he started walking toward me I held out my hand in the stop position and said. "How's this for a surprise?" 

Reaching up I pulled the zipper of my sun dress down the back and let the garment fall off my body. 

The surprised expression on Sam's face acknowledged that he loved my first one. I stood before him wearing only that tiny pink lace thong and matching pink pumps. 

Turning my hand over I drew my finger toward me letting him know I wanted him to join me now. 

As he approached I slid two fingers to either hip and hooked them under the thin lace straps that held my thong in place. Lifting them as high as possible on each hip. 

"You look so hot!" Sam said as he slipped his suit coat off and tossed it aside. 

Finally closing the distance between us Sam placed his hands on my hips and pulled me tight against his body. Our mouths met in a passionate first kiss and his hands circled by back to caress my flesh from behind eventually slipping down to my ass and pull my loins against his. 

"I need you." I whispered in his ear. 

He turned his head and with lips against my ear he said. "I'm here for you." 

I did need him. Needed him naked with me. Needed his soft gentle caresses and even softer kisses. I need to feel his throbbing cock pressed against my loins. Need to have him plunge into my fiery depths and love me. 

I slipped my hands between our bodies and pushed him away enough so I could untie his neck tie and slip it off. Tossing it where his jacket lay I slowly unbuttoned his shirt scratching his skin with my long sexy nails as I skillfully moved down his chest. With his chest exposed I traced my nails up then back down over the hairy patch between and around his nipples. 

My hands dropped to his waist and undid his belt buckle and then pulled the white cotton fabric of his shirt from the waist band of his slacks. 

My lust grew as I turned his shirt inside out and tossed it to join his other garments across the room. 

His hands came up to cover my tits the soft flesh of his palms massaging my hard nipples. I moaned softly under his first caress on my sensitive nipples. 

I slid one hand between our loins and turned it palm facing him and felt the solid bulge of his cock. 

"I need this cock." I whispered. 

Sam moaned as I slowly massaged his cock through the fabric that still covered it. 

I could feel him surge as my delicate fingers tickled the head and then slowly down the shaft to the heavy sack that contained his balls. 

As I dropped to my knees I looked up to his eyes and whispered. "I need this cock in my mouth." 

Sam's hands came to rest on my shoulders softly moving in and out from my neck to the top of my arms. 

I brought my skillful fingers up and undid the clasp that held his slacks in place. His cock surged as I peeled the fabric off his hips and drew it down around his feet. He lifted one foot and using the other slipped out of his loafers. I pulled his slacks over his foot then repeated the process until he stood before me wearing only his white cotton briefs. 

My fingers slid up his legs tickling the hairy flesh with sexy nails. His cock tented the cotton fabric begging to be released. 

"I need this big beautiful cock in my throat." I said in a louder tone of voice then before. 

Sam looked down and me and uttered two words. "Suck it!" 




Another Football Season... Ch. 05



My fingers hooked the elastic waist band of his briefs and in an instant they were a puddle of white around his feet. His throbbing erection stood up at attention curving up away from his heavy ball sack. 

The matrix of veins and the bulging urethra pulsing with blood. A tiny droplet of pre-cum appeared at the slit in it's soft flaring head. 

Sam urged me again. "Suck it now!" 

Hooking one index finger over the top of his rock hard cock near the base I drew it down as I rose off my haunches bringing my soft warm lips to within inches of the moist droplet that had oozed from him. 

One finally time I told him. "I need to taste this glorious cock." 

My lips parted and I extended my tongue to capture the drop of cum from his tip. It was warm salty and only a preview of the loads of thick sticky cum he'd reward me with soon enough. 

I pulled down with my index finger and brought the sensitive circumcision scar on the bottom of his cock head firmly against my tongue cupping the moist flesh so it curved around the sides a little. 

"That's it." Sam exclaimed. 

I moved forward taking the head and it's flaring corona beyond my soft lips. With my mouth still wide open I exhaled deeply over his twitching cock causing Sam to moan softly. 

Slowly closing my lips around the shaft just behind his corona I began moving back and forth just teasing the cock head with my tongue and wet mouth. 

Sam watched from above intently as my lips glided again and again over the smooth flaring corona. 

My fingers were constantly moving about his thighs teasing and tickling the twitching flesh and occasionally sliding up to cup those twin cum producing balls as they swayed back and forth with the rhythm of my blow job. 

"Deeper." Sam whispered. 

My eyes smiled at him and I slowly started taking more and more of his swollen cock shaft between my lips. I still moved back enough to let my warm lips caress his flaring corona but with each successive forward motion a little more of his beautiful cock slipped inside.

If I were a ventriloquist I would have said. " I need this beautiful cock deep in my throat." But I'm not and I let my eyes do the talking. Each time I took more my eyes got a little wider. 

Soon enough his pulsing cock head was beginning to bump into the back of my throat and as I pressed harder over him the smooth cone shape of his cock head was wedged in my throat. Each time the tight ring of flesh stretched a little more granting his beautiful pulsing cock access to my searing throat flesh. 

Sam gave in to his urge to feel his cock buried in my throat and slid his hands from my shoulders to my skull. He fingers grasped hair on either side and as I pressed forward he increased the pressure with his hands. 

His flaring cock head burst through the tight opening and once inside he pulled my head forward until my nose was nestled in his hairy pubic patch. 

My throat expanded to accept its invader and I swallowed drawing the searing wet flesh tight around his cock. 

"God I love when you swallow all of it." Sam exclaimed. 

I could feel small tears escaping from the corner of my eyes as Sam started moving my head back and forth an inch or two as he throat fucked me. 

Again and again the pulsing shaft slipped back and forth over the tight ring of flesh. Again and again my nose bumped into his pubic mound. Again and again that absolutely beautiful cock head slid down my throat. 

"Suck it." He groaned. 

As Sam short stroked my throat I brought one hand up to squeeze his balls while the other hand pinched and pulled at my erect nipples. 

My lungs began to burn lacking the life sustaining oxygen they needed and I eventually gave into my need for air and placed my palms against his thighs and pressed forward. 

Sam realized my need and slowly pulled back. The flaring corona slipped easily back through that tight spot at the entrance to my throat and then over the soft ring I formed with my lips. 

I gasped for air the instant his cock slipped from my mouth. Filling both lungs expecting him to drive his throbbing cock home again in an instant. 

I felt his grip tighten on my skull once again but instead of drawing my wet cock sucking mouth over him he turned my head up so we could look in each others eyes. 

"I love how you take all of it." He exclaimed. 

I encouraged him. "Use me Sam. Fuck every part you want. Make me your sexy little cum slut." 

I hooked my finger over his throbbing shaft and pulled the head down. Parting my lips I offered him my throat as his cum slut. 

His grip tightened and in an instant his invading cock was buried deep in my throat and my nose in his curly patch of pubic hair. 

"Arrrghhhh" Sam screamed as his cock surged to reach even deeper. 

Sam again began short stroking my throat but after several seconds of that his strong hands started moving my head further and further until each thrust began with his cock head resting on my tongue the flaring corona against my lips and ended with his cock buried down my throat. 

I let my muscles relax and just let him assault me over and over in this way. One saving grace was that each time he withdrew his throbbing erection from my throat I was able so exhale quickly then suck in enough air to sustain my self until he withdrew again. 

His incredible deep throat fuck continued until my eyes were overflowing with tears my mouth overflowing with hot saliva and my loins sopping wet with lubricant. 

Just when I thought Sam was going to fuck my mouth to climax and pump every drop of cum his balls could produce down my throat he withdrew and turned my face up toward his. My eyes were red with tears and saliva was dripping off my lips onto my tits. 

"Get up slut!" He demanded. 

His harsh words excited me and I started to rise off my knees but his strong grip on my wrist pulled me up. 

"Get over there and on all fours!" Sam commanded. 

He pulled me to the lounge where we'd made love the first afternoon we'd met. That time was soft and gentle like a first time should be. I had no doubt that this time wouldn't be anything like the first time. No this time Sam was going to assault the rest of my body in the same way he had just assaulted my throat. 

He nearly threw me onto the lounge. I pulled my knees up and dropped my shoulders to the fabric turning my head to watch as he approached. 

His cock looked harder then ever before. Glistening with my saliva blood pulsing through the matrix of veins along the shaft and his flaring cock head a dark almost purple color. 

His strong hands gripped my hips as he moved between my legs. His fingers dug into the soft flesh then slid up to grasp the flimsy fabric of my thong. In an instant Sam turned it into a shredded rag and it was discarded off to one side torn apart at nearly every seam. 

Every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation of his imminent brutal assault on my loins. I looked over my shoulder and through wet eyes I begged him. "Fuck me!" 

His fingers dug into my soft flesh again as he positioned his cock to impale me. 

"Yes!" I exclaimed when his cock head touched my vulva.

Before I could finish speaking that one word that same glorious cock head slammed against my cervix. Instantly his throbbing cock filled me coating his pulsating erection with pussy juice. 

As quickly as he'd entered my searing fuck canal he withdrew completely. I felt the wet length of his cock slide up between my ass cheeks coating my sphincter with moisture. A finger probed past the tight muscle and inside my ass. 

Driving my shoulders into the soft fabric I reached around and pulled my ass wide open. "Fuck my ass." I nearly screamed. 

His cock pressed against the tight opening. I pulled harder trying to open the last remaining fuck hole he'd yet to assault. My sphincter spread and his cock head pierced the opening. I didn't even sense any pain as it opened to allow his flaring corona access to the dark recesses of my anal fuck tube. 

Sam leaned forward and impaled me with the rest of his throbbing cock. His balls slapped against my pussy as he reached maximum penetration deep in my ass. 

"Oh god yes fuck that tight ass!" I begged. 

Sam pulled back until only the pulsing cock head remained in my ass then plunged in again driving my shoulders even deeper into the fabric covering the lounge. 

"So fucking tight!" Sam uttered as he withdrew again only to assault me again. 

My muscles relaxed allowing him to fuck my ass driving his cock deep inside and slapping his balls repeatedly against my twitching pussy. 

I reached between my thighs and began massaging my clit bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Sam pulled out completely and in an instant drove his aching cock inside my wet pussy. He impaled me twice then returned to slam his cock deep in my ass again. 

"Fuck that hot ass!" I begged. 

And when he pulled out and drove his cock deep into the searing folds of pussy flesh I pleaded. "Fuck that wet pussy." 

His hands never loosened their death grip on my hips and I was sure I'd have bruises to prove I was his little cum slut. 

My loins had long since begun tingling with each thrust in of his massive hard cock shards of pleasure shot through my entire body. 

His brutal assault was quickly driving me toward orgasm and my body began to convulse uncontrollably as the first climatic wave crashed into me. 

Sam too was quickly reaching the point of no return and the next time he drove his pulsing cock inside my pussy I begged him. "Fuck that wet cunt. Shoot your load inside your fucking cum sluts hot wet cunt." 

I climaxed flooding my pussy with fuck juice and bathing his throbbing member in hot cum. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over my being. 

"Oh god I'm cumming!" I screamed. 

Sam pounded into me his piston like cock swelling as his balls began pumping thick cum toward the tip of his pulsing cock. 

"Arrrggghhh!" Sam groaned just as I felt his cock explode inside me. Thick wads of searing hot cum being pumped into my equally hot pussy mixing with my on cum. Again and again his cock pumped hot cum deep in my twitching fuck hole. 

"Oh god I love how your cum boils inside me." I said as my own orgasm began to slowly subside. 

Sam was still a twitching mass of climatic flesh his balls straining to expel as much thick juicy hot cum inside his cum slut's cunt. 

Finally I felt his death grip on my hips loosen but in an instant the ringing pain of him pulling my hair replaced the feeling in my hips. 

As he pulled my head around he commanded. "Suck it clean you fucking cum slut!" 

He flipped me over on my back my head nearly dangling over the edge of the lounge. His still rock hard erection slapped against my face and as I extended my tongue to do as he commanded Sam thrust his cock past my lips and tongue and speared my throat again. 

"Suck that fucking cock clean slut!" He demanded. 

I swallowed drawing not only the coating of fuck juice that covered his cock but the last thick wad of cum from the tiny slit at the head of his cock. His balls slid across my forehead coating it with fuck juice that had run down while he was assaulting me from behind. 

"Suck it slut!" Sam demanded again as he withdrew and again pierced my throat with his pulsing cock. 

I knew that in time even his raging cock would grow flaccid and that at some point the adrenalin that pulsed through his veins would wear off and he'd allow me to properly cleans his gorgeous cock. 

He pulled back again and this time grasped his shaft. Using the smooth hot cock head he smeared what remaining cum still coating his cock all over my face. 

Now free of his grip I turned over and began licking and kissing his cock slowly cleansing him of every drop of our combined fuck juice. Suckling his beautiful balls and carefully stroking the smooth corona with my soft tongue. 

Sam looked down at me and in a hushed tone of voice whispered. "Incredible" 

I smiled at him then slid up the lounge and patted the open space beside me. Sam nearly collapsed into my waiting arms. Our lips touched and then parted his warm tongue slipping between mine so I could suck it and share the taste my mouth held for him. 

"I sorta lost control Peg." Sam said. 

"I love it when I can cause you to loose control." I admitted. 

I wanted him to know that when ever he wanted me to be his little cum slut I'd be that for him. 

We both already knew that when our love making was slow and gentle it was incredible and today we discovered how absolutely awesome it was for me to turn into his cum slut. 

Sam and I cuddled for the longest time that afternoon talking about the incredible sex we'd just experienced and planning our next time. Our bodies basking in the glow of warmth. We lay there together until Buster started barking to be left in. 

To be continued....



Another Football Season... Ch. 06



I arrived home from Sam's place about seven o'clock. Barry's E Class was parked in the garage and as I pulled the Benz in beside his vehicle I thought about leaving my shopping bags in the trunk. I wasn't sure I wanted to get into a discussion about my shopping habits tonight. 

Stepping into the kitchen I noticed the light was on in the den. Walking to the door way I glanced toward him. 

"What were you doing all day?" He asked rather sternly. 

"Shopping." I replied quite bluntly. 

He reached for an envelope on the end table beside him and held it up. "I got the credit card statement today." 

"And?" I asked. 

He face grew stern before he said. "You charged twenty eight hundred fifty dollars last month." 

I could tell where this conversation was going and said. "So." 

His face went from stern to bright red as his anger boiled up inside. "So." He paused then said. "What in the fuck could you possibly buy that cost that much." 

I wanted to see if I could really get him pissed so I smiled and said. "Stuff." 

"You must think I'm made of money." He shot back. 

Barry's salary is well into the six digits and I knew he could afford me spending twice that amount every month but it was clear he was using the credit card statement as a means to start a fight. And after what he said to me this morning I was more than willing to accommodate him. 

"I'm not sure what you're made of anymore." I replied cocking my hips as I spoke. 

"What the fuck does that mean?" He shot back at me as he stood up. 

I curtly replied. "You should know what that means." 

As he walked toward me he said. "I want your credit cards!" 

"Fuck you!" I instantly replied. 

His hand reached for my purse and tried to pull it from mine. I held tightly until the strap broke. 

"Now look what the fuck you've done. That's a three hundred dollar purse." I exclaimed. 

He pulled again and ripped the broken strap through my hand burning the soft flesh in my palm as he did. As he fumbled through the purse looking for my card case he almost screamed. "And how much did you spend today?" 

I was now as pissed off as he was and my hand really stung. "A little over a grand." I smugly replied. 

His face was now bright red and the veins on his neck were extended. "You fucking gold digging bitch. I'm cutting you off." He screamed. 

"Go fuck you self." I hissed back at him. 

His anger welled up inside and in an instant his open hand shot out at me slapping my cheek hard and snapping my head to the side. 

With an instant red welt on my cheek and my flesh stinging even worse I tried to slap him in return. 

"Don't even try it you bitch." He yelled as his hand caught mine in mid air holding my wrist tightly. 

His fingers duck into my flesh. "You're hurting me!" I screamed. 

"I'll do more than hurt you." He shot back. "I'll throw your gold digging ass outta here." 

Tears had been streaming down my cheeks the affect of the leather burn in my hand the red welt on my cheek and the finger marks on my wrist. "I call the cops and have them haul your sorry ass of to jail for spousal abuse." I said holding my hand up to show him the evidence. 

Barry finally found my card case and removed all but my drivers license and one gas card. "I'm leaving in the morning to go see State play but Monday I'm calling my lawyer and have him draw up divorce papers." He said. 

"You're filing for divorce over one credit card statement?" I asked. 

"Over a pile of credit card statements." He replied. 

"Those statements don't show what I bought. For all they tell I could have been buying things for the house or even for your sorry ass." I reminded him. "You have no grounds." I added. 

"I'll have my attorney make something up." He said. 

I laughed then replied. "Your lawyer is good at that. Mine will eat him alive." I said not knowing what attorney I'd find to represent me but knowing women always win out in a divorce. 

"Speaking of making things up I'll tell my attorney that you've been fucking your secretary for years." I quipped. 

"You can't prove that." He quickly replied.

I gave him a dirty look then answered. "We just see about that." 

I then turned and ran up the stairs locking the bedroom door after slamming it shut. 

As I ran some cold water on a wash rag to sooth my hand and cheek I thought about what he had just said. Why would he say I can't prove he's fucking his secretary unless there was something to be proven. 

Barry's secretary is just about my exact opposite. Connie is very thin and has small tits. Her long flowing auburn hair is usually tied up in a bun with a hair pin holding it firmly in place. She's probably the most conservative dresser I've ever seen always wearing skirts that end at or just below her knee or business slacks and usually a sweater or some matching blazer. I doubt she owns a pair of heels higher than three inches let alone something that would scream fuck me when worn. 

Never the less Barry was immediately put on the defensive when I even remotely mentioned the possibility of him having an affair with Connie. It certainly would explain some of why he wasn't giving me the sexual attention I felt I deserved. Before now that possibility never dawned on me but I was sure as hell going to look into it. I could eat him alive in divorce court if it turned out he was fucking that little tart. 

As I lay down I recalled the last time he went up state to watch a college game. He and his zombie buddies stayed over and watched the Sunday Pro Games before driving the three hours back home. He wouldn't be expected until late Sunday night. 

I'd have the whole weekend to myself. And with no credit cards to use for shopping I'd have to fall back on my newest favorite thing to do and that is finding strange cock to suck and fuck. 

The blare of a car horn woke me from a rather restless sleep around five thirty the next morning. I heard the front door slam shut and knew he and his buddies were off to State for a weekend football fest. 

I rolled over and went back to sleep with visions of big cock dancing in my head. 

Bright streams of sunlight shown through the small opening in the drapes on my bed room window ending a very erotic dream I was having about fucking several men. Damn I thought I should have closed them tighter wanting to see how my dream ended. 

I glanced over at the clock which in bright red numerals said ten forty one. I giggled to myself as I thought time for this lady to get up and start planning her own weekend fest. A cock fest. 

As I stared at my reflection in the bath room mirror I noticed that the red welt on my cheek and the finger dents in my wrist had all but disappeared. The only remaining scar I carried from last nights fight with Barry was a red line through my palm where my purse strap had scorched my delicate flesh. 

Combing my hair out I slipped on a silky robe and headed down to the kitchen. 

Barry had left a note on the counter. "Sorry about last night Peg. Let's talk when I get back tomorrow." He had written. 

So after ripping my credit cards from me then slapping me around now he wanted to talk. I was still mad as hell and decided that unless our talk lead to a complete apology he could as I suggested last night "go fuck him self." 

As I sat having coffee and a muffin I was thinking about my visit with Sam the afternoon before. While his slaps hurt as much as Barry's had Sam's were delivered in the heat of passion and to be quite honest I rather enjoyed the pain that came with Sam's cracks across my naked ass. Barry and I had engaged in what he termed rough sex before but his rough sex would be considered playful when compared with Sam's sharp slaps. 

I decided it would be fun to explore that direction a little further. My problem was that all the men I was seeing on the side usually had other things to do on a Saturday. Sam was most likely getting ready to tee off and Mark well he was most likely sleeping in after a Friday night of heavy partying. Then Franklin came to mind. I hadn't asked him what he did on weekends because I wasn't really planning on calling him again. But since I'd decided to explore having rough sex a little more Franklin's huge cock inserted almost anywhere would certainly be considered rough sex. 

"Oh shit my purse." I thought. What if Barry had taken the time to thoroughly go through all the compartments after I'd run off to my room last night. 

I went into the den and found it laying on the sofa. Flipping it open I slipped my hand inside the tiny compartment along the side and found Franklin's business card. "Whew." I said then thought I lucked out there. 

Since the night before last when he and I had fucked outside Flannagan's in his car I'd thought more than once about how it might feel with his massive cock shoved down my throat. The idea of having him throat fuck me with his thirteen inch cock sent my mind into over drive.

His cell phone rang twice before he answered. "Franklin speaking." He said answering my call. 

It's Margaret." I replied and when he didn't answer I said. "From Flannagan's the other night." 

"Oh yeah." He said some what surprised that I was calling. 

I decided to get right to the point. "What cha ya up to today?" I asked. 

"Nothing special." He answered. 

"Well how would ya like to come over to my place and shove that big beautiful cock of yours down my hot little MILF throat." I said.

"Love to Margaret. But what about your hubby?" He asked. 

I giggled then said. "Gone for the weekend." 

"I'm there babe." Franklin immediately said. 

I gave him the address and said "I'll unlock the front door when you get here just let your self in." 

"Be there in an hour." He instantly replied in a rather excited tone of voice. 

As we hung up I suddenly realized that I had just given my address to a man I hardly knew. And on top of that I had some rather nosy neighbors who would be more than a little interested in why a six foot eight inch black stud was walking up to my front door. I should have told him to carry a brief case or some papers so I could explain that he was an insurance salesman or something if an explanation was necessary later. But the deed was done and in a little over an hour he'd be showing up with that awesome cock to try and stuff it down my throat. 

At least I had an hour to get ready. I dashed out to the Benz and grabbed my shopping bags from the day before. Once back inside I headed up to my room. I made my bed carefully soothing the white down comforter across the wide mattress. Since I had gotten straight to the point with Franklin earlier I decided to get straight to the point when he arrived. 

I pulled the free pair of lace ankle socks from the box holding the red heels I'd bought from Billie and slipped them on my sexy feet. Since I wasn't planning on doing much walking I went for the white ankle strap stilettos. I figured perhaps I'd get a chance to dance a little before these incredible fuck me shoes were pointed toward the ceiling. Moving to the bath room I applied more dark mascara then I should have and chose the richest red lip stick I owned. I was certain my hair would be messed up shortly after he arrived so I just used my fingernails to fluff it and tease it around my sexy face. 

Tying my white silk robe tight around my body covered everything it needed but left little to the imagination since my luscious tits were perfectly outlined by the silk fabric. My nipples already hard poked at the silk like twin invitations. 

Moving back into the bed room I surveyed my look. A wide smile acknowledged that I looked the part. A sexy MILF porn star waiting for her big black stud to arrive with his incredible throat busting cock. 

I had planned on going down stairs to greet my challenge as he slipped through the door but as I neared the top of the stairs my plan was dashed as I heard the door open then quickly close. 

I suppose the top of the stair would have to do. 

"Margaret?" His voice said before I even saw him. 

I struck as sexy a pose as I could at the top of the stairs then said. "Up here sexy." 

As he appeared at the bottom of the long wide staircase his eyes got bigger then saucers and his mouth dropped open. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed looking up at me. 

"What're ya waiting for stud?" I asked shifting my hips from one side to the other. 

Franklin bounded up the stairs taking two at a time his wide smile showing off gleaming white teeth. One monstrous hand sliding along the railing. 

As he neared the top I turned and started toward my bedroom. "This way." I said looking over my shoulder. 

He followed me into the bed room and I said. "Close the door." 

Once I heard the latch close I turned and smiled at him. "How's that big beautiful cock?" I asked. 

Franklin grasped his massive cock through his slacks which by now was already getting hard. "It's ready for some sweet suckin." He replied. 

I parted my mouth and moistened my red lips with the tip of my tongue. "You wanna use this hot mouth to please your big cock?" I asked. 

Franklin stood speechless just nodding his agreement. 

I teased him some more tilting my head back slightly I ran a fingernail from my lips down over my chin and onto my sexy neck. "You gonna shove that big beautiful cock all the way down my throat?" I asked. 

Speechless he nodded again. 

I let my fingernail slip down between my lush tits and said. "You gonna fill my gullet with hot sticky cum?" 

"Fuck YES!" He exclaimed. 

I let my fingernail slid down and pulled the silk belt holding my robe tightly around my body. It easily slipped open and the silk fell open in front. His eyes nearly popped from their sockets as he first got to lustfully stare at my tits and shaven pussy below. 

As I moved my hands up and slid the silk off my shoulders I whispered. "Well then get over here and get ya some of this sweet stuff." 

Before my robe made it to the floor Franklin was touching me. His enormous hands easily covered most of my lush firm tits and he played with their fullness while his eyes scoured the rest of my sexy body. 

Franklin towers over me being at least a foot or more taller than me. I looked up into his dark eyes high above. Absolute lust was all that shown in his eyes. His tongue moved out and licked his full lips. 

I reached up to his neck and began slowly undoing each button on his shirt exposing perfectly defined muscles and hairless dark flesh. Reaching the bottom button I undid that final one the let my hand slid down to softly grasp his huge erection feeling not only the massive length but also the enormous girth. 

My fingernails traveled back up lightly scratching his naked flesh letting them linger on the oversized muscles on his chest. My soft fingers slipped up to grasp the fabric just below the collar then slid his shirt out and off his shoulders. 

Franklin's eyes were fixed on mine as I let my hands move out over his broad strong shoulders then down the bulging muscles in his arms. "What an incredibly strong body." I said as my palms slipped along his forearms the veins pressed tightly against his skin by the rock hard muscles beneath. 

His enormous hands captured my tiny delicate hands and he slowly brought both to his throbbing cock. 

"I can't wait to suck this beautiful cock." I whispered. 

I used one hand to massage the entire length while my other worked to undo this belt then the clasp holding his slacks firmly around his waist. 

Franklin cupped then lifted my tits high on my chest as his eyes carefully inspected each pleasure orb. His thumbs roughly slid across the taut erect nipples sending a shiver through my body. 

With his slacks laying open I slowly crouched before this incredible black stud until I was balanced on the balls of my feet before his throbbing loins. 

My deft fingers pulled the tap of his zipper down and his hands moved to his hips to slid the fabric off his ass and down. His slacks fell to the floor around his feet exposing his gargantuan cock. Franklin wore no under shorts so his incredible cock swung away from his loins nearly slapping me in the face. 

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed as the enormous length and girth was presented for my close inspection. 

Circling or at least trying to circle the shaft near the base my tiny fingers didn't even come close to surrounding it. My other hand slid up the inside of his thigh to capture two tennis ball size testicles held firmly in his awesome nut sack. His cock felt heavy in my hand and while completely engorged with his rich red blood it still hung down from his loins from the shear weight of it. 

I closed my hand around the shaft at the base then slowly stroked up toward the head. It only took seconds but it felt like minutes until my delicate fingers slipped over the velvety smooth flesh of his wide flaring corona. 

"Soft hands." Franklin remarked as my fingers slipped upward over the head of his cock. Towering before me one hand holding his pulsing cock up the other softly massaging his massive balls I leaned forward and before extending my tongue I whispered. "I crave your taste." 

My tongue began on his nut sack then made a slow sensual slide up along the throbbing shaft. His bulging urethra pressing into the moist flesh as it moved. 

Franklin moaned softly as I flicked my tongue at the sensitive flesh where his circumcision scar blended into the velvety soft flesh of his corona. I flattened my tongue against the head and was rewarded with a tiny droplet of pre cum which oozed from the slit at the tip. 

His fluid tasted sweet and sour at the same time it's thick consistency allowing me to coat most of his cock head with the incredible juice. 

I leaned back and gazed up over his throbbing cock and into his wide eyes. Licking my lips I whispered. "I can't wait to feel this glorious cock head buried in my throat. 

As I lowered the head and opened my lips wide my salivary glands involuntarily released lubricating spit. Franklin's huge hands came to rest on his hips as I slowly pressed his flaring cock head against my bright red lips. 

My flesh stretched tight at the corners of my mouth as I opened wider to accept the widest part of his cock. The smooth corona slipped beyond my soft wet red lips. 

Franklin's eyes were fixed on mine as I sucked hard on just the head his dark very curly patch of pubic hair a good foot from my face. 

My soft hand gripped him near the base as I moved my head forward toward my goal. I wanted that curly patch tickling my nose and happily accepted the challenge of swallowing a foot of black cock. 

His cock head wedged into the back of my throat leaving me eight inches from my goal. 

"Swallow it!" Franklin pleaded. 

I relaxed my throat muscles and pressed forward. Instantly my gag reflex kicked in and I pulled back slightly to allow it to subside. Swallowing his cock was going to be harder then I thought but I craved the feeling of his throbbing head and half his shaft buried down my throat. 

I knew that if I succeeded I would be able to deep throat any other cock because I was holding the longest fattest hottest cock on the planet between my moist red lips. 

I pressed forward again and fought back the urge to gag. His throbbing head made the bend and began moving down my hot moist throat. 

"That's it!" Franklin exclaimed as his rock hard cock turned the corner toward my stomach. The feeling was incredible I could feel his bulging cock head stretching my flesh pulling the skin along my sexy neck tight as I moved forward forcing him deeper and deeper. 

My mouth was filled with cock shaft and it lubricated every inch making him slip deeper with each passing moment. I looked at his pubic mound the curly patch now a scant four inches or so from my nose. My eyes were filled with erotic tears and I knew my mascara would soon be streaming down my cheeks heightening the visual images Franklin was entranced by. 




Another Football Season... Ch. 06



"Go for it!" Franklin said. 

My chest began to burn and I knew that if I didn't make one final plunge toward my goal I'd have to pull back to fill my lungs with life sustaining oxygen and start at the beginning. I ignored my lungs and pressed him deeper in my throat. Three two one inch separated me from my goal. His scent now clearly wafting into my nostrils a musty scent of lust. 

Just as my nose touched pubic hair my lungs took control. My need for oxygen over took my craving for his beautiful black cock. I pulled back and in a millisecond his cock slipped from my mouth. A long string of hot saliva extending from the tip back to my lower lip. I sucked hard for air and in doing so sucked most of my spit back into my mouth. 

"God damn woman!" Franklin hissed. 

As I repeatedly filled my lungs and exhaled I surveyed my work. His entire cock from the nut sack to the very tip was glistening with my fluids. The engorged shaft pulsing with rich red blood coursing through the matrix of veins along the thirteen inches of cock before me. The velvety soft flesh of his corona and the incredible cock head shimmering with a coating of saliva. 

Catching my breath as much as a good cock sucker can I pulled him to my lips. My tongue massaged the head and corona as my soft hand stroked the entire length of his throbbing shaft. 

I used my flattened tongue to circle his corona several time then licked from half shaft up to the tip. 

"I love the taste of your cock." I whispered before sucking him between my red lips again. 

Knowing I could reach my goal I pressed him deep again. His cock wedged against my throat then slipped around the bend toward my gullet. 

In half the time it took the first time my nose was nestled into his curly pubic mound. Not just touching but buried in the thick black hair. 

"Yeah!" Franklin exclaimed as I massaged his throbbing cock head with my throat muscles. 

I pulled back again letting him slip from my oral grasp and began stroking his massive cock with both hands. 

"I want you to throat fuck me." I whispered. 

With out releasing my sensual grip on his shaft I rose from my crouch and looked up into his eyes. 

"Use my throat for your pleasure." I whispered as I released his cock and stepped back to the bed. 

Franklin stood there watching me as I lay down on the soft white comforter and draped my head over the edge. 

Even though he was now upside down to my eyes view his wide smile acknowledged that he understood that I was offering him my throat in what ever way he wanted to use it. 

His massive frame moved closer as he grasped his cock and lifted it toward my face I opened my lips inviting him to assault me orally. 

My oral fuck flesh now straight and in perfect alignment with his gargantuan cock I brought my hands up to roughly grope at my full tits and rock hard nipples. 

His cock head pierced my lips then slipped back popping from the ruby red flesh with a resounding pop. Franklin would take his time before impaling me with his beautiful black fuck tool. He moved forward again pressing a little more throbbing shaft between my lips. 

As he withdrew this time he whispered. "I love how it feels sliding along your hot tongue." 

I extended my moist tongue and let him rock back and forth massaging the top of his cock head and the velvety smooth corona. 

But I knew that soon enough he'd want to feel my burning throat surrounding his sensitive cock head and as he pressed forward again he entered that burning flesh. 

My eyes watched as his heavy nut sack drew closer and closer to my face and his cock plunged deeper and deeper into my throat. 

My hands moved from my tits up to my neck where I was able to feel him going deeper inside. I could actually feel his flaring corona moving down and I kept my fingers pressed against my neck moving them along with his widest part. 

Franklin leaned forward a bit and reached down to grope my tits roughly squeezing their lush firm fullness and pinching the rock hard nipples at their core. 

He thrust forward with his hips bringing his nut sack against my nose eyes and forehead. 

I had what I craved from the first time I'd touched him His absolutely beautiful massive cock was buried in my throat. I swallowed hoping to give him the gentle throat massage his cock deserved but it's size did not allow much movement of my muscles which were stretched to their limit. 

He pulled back knowing that while I craved his throat fucking I also needed to breath. As he slipped from my mouth I took as much oxygen into my lungs as I could then reached around to grasp his ass. 

"Fuck my mouth." I begged. 

His cock was resting against my lips as he grasped my tits hard then thrust inside. In a second he was buried in my throat again and his tennis ball size balls slapped against my face. 

I had begged him to fuck me and that's exactly what he did. Knowing my throat could and would accept his massive fuck tool Franklin began fucking my mouth like it was a searing wet throbbing cunt. 

Between plunges I was able to encourage him screaming. "Fuck" or "Hard" or "Fast" each time his cock head slipped from my mouth. 

I dug my sexy nails into his tight ass cheeks pulling him toward me as he assaulted my mouth. 

His balls now drawn up tight against his cock shaft slapped against my eyes each time he drove his beautiful black cock down my throat. 

I knew he was beginning to feel the urges. I knew he was tingling through out his loins. I knew he would be pumping thick sweet and sour cum into my mouth shortly. 

He pulled back and stroked his massive cock twice. As he did I demanded. "Cum in my throat!" 

His cock slowly impaled me and as his balls came to rest against my face he groaned deeply. I could feel his urethra surge as those cum filled balls pumped his sweet nectar toward the tip. 

In an instant my throat was coated with searing hot thick cum. It had no taste since it was way beyond my taste buds but its heat and thick consistency left no doubt that he was cumming. 

"I'm cumming!" Franklin confirmed what I already knew. 

He pulled back a little as another wad of sticky thick cum shot into me. With each successive spurt he pulled back a little until his incredible taste finally coated my taste buds. I swallowed every drop his beautiful cock offered. His twitching hips moving back a little each time another shot filled me. 

"Cock sucker!" Franklin exclaimed as he cock began oozing the final few drops of sticky cum. 

His cock head was now the only part remaining beyond my lips and I swirled his cum load around the flaring head with my tongue and cheeks. As he pulled back a thick string of sweet cum extended from my lips to his cock head. When if broke it fell down along the bridge of my nose giving me a sexy tattoo of this incredible throat fucking session. 

He grasped his still rock had cock and slapped it against my chin splashing cum on my neck and lips. 

"Bitch slap me!" I pleaded. 

His cock slapped against my cheek then again on my chin. I quickly turned over and sucked the head between my lips gathering as much cum from him as I could. His cock slipped from my mouth as I looked up showing him my cum coated tongue lips and face. 

He looked down at me tiny beads of sweat on his forehead his muscular chest glistening with with moisture. 

I opened my lips and extended my tongue to let him rest his cock on the moist flesh. 

"God damn woman. You're the best cock sucker I've ever had." He exclaimed. 

My lips closed around the head and I sucked hard craving one more tiny taste of his cum. A thick wad slipped through the slit as my suction pulled the last drops from his urethra. 

His cock slipped one last time from my oral grasp and Franklin dropped to his knees and extended his hands between me and the bed to again grope roughly at my tits. 

I pressed my chest down hard against his massive hands wanting my rock hard nipples to leave their imprint in the pink flesh of his palms. 

Franklin smiled at me then said hoarsely "Now it's my turn to show you how a black man eats cunt." 

I spun around quickly raising up on all fours offering him my soft ass and dripping wet cunt. Dropping my shoulders and tits to the bed I reached around and slid my fingers through the swollen lips of my hot fuck box. 

"Turn over." Franklin commanded. 

I dropped my hips to the bed and did as he commanded my legs dangling over the edge and along side his thighs. 

His strong hands reached down and circled my ankles pressing the thin white straps of my stilettos into my flesh. Lifting my feet he hooked each incredible heel on the edge of the bed then slowly pressed my thighs open. My swollen wet cunt lay before him an inviting offering for his thick lips and massive tongue. 

I shuddered with anticipation of the first touch of his mouth. 

As he lowered his face toward my loins I whispered. "Eat me." 

His hot breath cascaded over my twitching slit as he turned his head one way to plant a kiss on my inner thigh with those incredible thick lips. His head turn the other way and another lustful kiss was planted on my quivering flesh. Over and over his head flipped from one sexy thigh to the other each kiss bringing his mouth closer and closer to my throbbing loins. 

The final kiss in the tender sensitive flesh where my thigh joints my body sent a spear of intense pleasure shooting to my brain. 

"Suck it!" I pleaded. 

His lips moved from my soft flesh to the rock hard nub of my clit. Drawing it between his full moist lips Franklin sucked hard on the twitching bud. 

"Oh god!" I exclaimed as his lips pleasured my clit. 

Sucking hard on my quivering clit he pulled back stretching the bud above the swollen hood that protected it. My body shuddered as his thick lips pulled at the sensitive flesh. It finally slipped from his lips with a snapping sound. 

I slid my hands down and pressed fingers on either side pushing the hood inward and squeezing the erect clit toward his sexy mouth. 

He moved down a little and lightly rimmed my ass with the tip of his massive tongue coating it with a thin layer of his hot spit. He lingered a moment licking the tiny patch of flesh separating my ass from my cunt then slid the tip of his wonderful tongue up and through the swollen folds of flesh that form my vulva. 

"Yes!" I exclaimed as his tongue slipped up then flicked repeatedly at the hard nub of my clit between my sexy fingernails. 

"You taste so sweet." Franklin whispered before continuing to lap at my swollen flesh with his talented tongue. 

I felt his hand move up to join his mouth as a nearly cock sized middle finger rubbed over the slippery folds of flesh just outside my quivering fuck tunnel. 

His mouth clamped down on my throbbing clit as his big strong finger slipped between twitching lips. 

Now I've been told that there is no correlation between he size of a man's fingers and his cock but Franklin's middle finger felt bigger then some cocks I've fucked. As he pressed it deeper my flesh grasped at the massive size. 

"Oh god yes finger me." I pleaded my loins burning with desire. 

Franklin rotated his hand as much as humanly possible massaging my searing fuck flesh. His finger compressing my muscles much like a cork screw compresses a cork when screwed into a bottle of fine wine. 

His lips and tongue still worked feverishly at my throbbing clit licking sucking and biting at the sensitive hard nub sending spears of tingling pleasure through out my loins. I pressed my hips harder against his awesome mouth wanting him deeper inside my burning cunt. 

Franklin brought his other hand between my thighs and pressed a second finger into the wet folds of flesh. I groaned softly as his twin digits of pleasure filled my throbbing fuck tube. 

"Finger fuck me." I begged.

He withdrew the second finger now coated with my sex juice and let it slid down to my sphincter. Before I could react and involuntarily clench my ass muscles his thick finger impaled my ass sliding in until his knuckles pressed into the surrounding soft flesh. 

It probed and explored my ass roughly massaging the tight tube. 

I moaned. "Oh god yes."

With one finger firmly implanted in my ass another cork screwing my wet cunt and his mouth clamped tightly over my clit my body reacted and started tingling all over. I humped my loins against the trio of invaders assaulting it. 

Franklin's fingers moved like sensual pistons one driving in while the other pulled back alternatively filling me with their massive size. 

"Fuck me!" I screamed. 

He pressed on his sexual gas petal and his fingers began moving even faster in and out of my twin fuck tunnels racing my body to the brink of orgasmic pleasure. 

My body shuddered as the pressure built and the unmistakeable tingling in my loins turned into a swirling ring of numbness. 

My hips bucked at their invaders riding his fingers and sucking mouth to the brink of absolute pleasure. 

"Oh god oh god I'm cummingggggggg." My sensual voice extending the last syllable. 

I reached down to hold his head firmly against my clit pressing him hard against the nub as my climax built to a fever pitch. Waves of numbing pleasure washed over me and my pussy filled with juice bathing that big beautiful black finger with sensual fuck juices. 

His lips sucked hard on my clit and his probing finger pressed up pinching my ass flesh tight against the other sexy digit impaling my cunt. 

I ground my clit against his mouth holding his head tightly in my hands as my orgasm just built and built taking me to untold heights of sensual pleasure. 

His strong muscles lifted my tiny hands as he gasped for air then clamped down again on the center of my orgasm and sucked my clit hard then soft then hard again. The swollen nub slipping across his full black lips. 

Much like the crashing waves on a beach and the slow ebbing of the waters my climax reached its height then slowly began to ebb. I left my hands slip from his skull and drew them up to softly massage my full lush tits and the hard nipples. Franklin released his oral death grip on my throbbing clit and softly licked at the hard bud sending tiny spears of pleasure shooting toward my brain. 

His massive digit slipped from my ass and he brought his free hand up to rest on the inside of my sexy sensitive inner thigh. 

He lifted his face from me and looked up between twin spheres of pleasure a wide smile on his shimmering lips. "You like having a black man eat your cunt don't you?" He asked. 

I sighed softly then replied. "I like have YOU eat my cunt." 

His finger slipped from my swollen pussy and as he straightened up between my legs his massive hands came to rest on my thighs just below their crease at my abdomen. 

"That was awesome." I whispered. 

His massive but soft fingertips teased at the flesh where they rested and his eyes moved from mine to my slowly heaving tits repeatedly. 

One hand slipped off my leg and between my thighs. I felt his bulging cock head slide over my swollen vulva then flip up to rest across my pubic mound its flaring head pointed toward my face. 

Franklin's wide smile let me know that he wasn't finished with my body.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you proper." His remark a reference to our quick fuck two nights before in his Chrysler. 

He stood up lifting my legs as he did his huge cock hard and firm drooped down from his loins the shear weight not allowing it to stand at attention. The backs of my legs rested against his towering body the sexy six inch pointed heels of my stilettos barely extending above his broad shoulders. 

Without a word he pressed his huge form toward me bending my legs and compressing my body into a sensual vee at the hips. 

His hand moved down and guided his gargantuan cock to my steamy pussy. 

Unlike my throat which apparently is an endless pit of cock fucking flesh I was somewhat concerned with having the entire length and girth slamming into my swollen pussy. 

"Go slow." I whispered. 

Slow wasn't part of Franklin's sexual vocabulary and as soon as his bulging cock head speared my pussy he thrust forward hard. 

"Ouch." I exclaimed as his cock head slammed into my tight cervix sending a sharp pain through my loins. 

He ignored my cry of pain and withdrew only to pound his cock back inside causing a second painful spear to shoot through my body. 

"Franklin please." I begged him to go slow and allow my stretched fuck flesh to mold to his shape. 

Again he withdrew then drove his monstrous cock back into my searing flesh. 

"Tight cunt!" He exclaimed as the rock hard head pounded against my cervix. This time he stopped and instead of pulling back he ground his hips toward me. My flesh stretched as his cock pushed my cervix deeper into my body. My pussy lips tightly rapped around the massive shaft where he entered my fuck flesh. 

He withdrew until his flaring cock head slipped from my fiery depths the swollen lips remaining open a rush of air replacing the surging cock that assaulted me. 

As he plunged in again I prepared for the pain of stretched flesh but this time the pain was more pleasurable. As he again ground his cock head against my cervix I urged him. "Give it to me. Gimme me every fucking inch of that monster." He was ripping me apart and I loved it. 

As he continued pounding into me my flesh slowly molded to his shape and after enduring the pain of his initial assault I reveled in the sensation when his massive balls finally came to rest against my ass. 

I was filled with awesome black cock and luxuriated in the feeling of having every inch of his beautiful cock engulfed in my pussy or as Franklin calls it a hot tight cunt. I usually find the word cunt quite distasteful but when he uses it the way he speaks the word excites me and I urged him. "Fuck that tight cunt." 

His hips began a steady rhythm pulling back then plunging in and I reached up to run my fingernails over his glistening chest. I spread my legs and dropped them to hook around his waist but my legs while long and shapely didn't even come close to reaching completely around so I could lock my ankles together. I just squeezed my legs as tightly as I could and held on for dear life as his awesome cock continued its invasion of my cunt. 

Franklin reached out and grabbed my tits squeezing them hard and pressing the soft flesh together. 

"That's it play with my tits." I squealed as his huge hands man handled my soft pleasure orbs. 

His piston like cock filled me completely over and over and I could feel my fuck juices running out of me and down over my ass. He was giving me the fuck of a life time and I just relaxed and enjoyed every second. But I wanted more I wanted to feel my lush tits sliding over his glistening chest. I wanted to feel his tongue probing my mouth. I wanted his full lips suckling my erect nipples. I needed to be consumed totally by this awesome specimen of African American male hood. 

His hands slipped under my back as he said. "Come here." Lifting me off the bed with his strong arms. 

My thighs clenched at his hips and as I rose toward his muscular form I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling my tits against his sweaty chest. Franklin's hands slid down over my hips and grasped my ass. He began lifting me off his cock then letting me slide back down until the bulging head rubbed into my cervix. 

God it felt good sliding up and down against his hard body and I helped by lifting with my legs firmly circling his hips. 

I lifted my head off his shoulder and moved my lips to his. In an instant his tongue probed between my red lips finding mine then dancing across in a passionate sensual soul searching kiss. 

His full lips covered my mouth and he suck my lower lip between his then quickly moved up to slip his tongue back inside my mouth I closed my lips around his massive tongue and suck it softly as our passion built. 




Another Football Season... Ch. 06



As this incredibly strong man bounced me up and down on his throbbing prick I leaned back and released one hand from his neck sliding it between us and lifting one tit toward his soft lips. 

"Suck my tit." I pleaded. 

His lips parted and covered my nipple and areola. Sucking the entire sensitive bud toward his slippery tongue. It darted and flicked at the hard nipple then flattened and licked across the soft areola. My breasts instantly began to tingle and I craved having him pleasure the other. 

His hands slipped up from my ass to the small of my back giving me the leverage needed to lean back and release my grip on his neck. My hands now offered both luscious tits to his soft sensual mouth. 

"Oh god yes." I moaned as his mouth moved from one nipple to the other licking sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. 

"I wanna fuck these sweet tits." Franklin exclaimed. "When I'm done fucking your tight little cunt I'm gonna fuck your big tits." He added licking between and deep into my lush cleavage wetting the spot he wanted to fuck. 

As he captured one torrid nipple again I urged him on saying. "Yeah baby I wanna feel your monster cock sliding between my big tits." 

My tight little cunt had already become a dripping wet mass of quivering flesh and the tingling deep inside signaled I would soon be gushing with orgasmic juices. 

"Before I let you fuck my big titties you gotta make me cum." I told him. 

He was up to the challenge his gargantuan member massaging every inch of my cunt as he again started lifting my ass off his rock hard cock. I could feel the head surge as it slammed over and over against my cervix. 

"That's the way to fuck me." I exclaimed as the tingling in my loins spread through my entire being. 

He thrust up with his hips each time I slid down his slippery form my clit rode over his pelvic bone. 

"Make me cum and I'll let you fuck these sweet tits." I demanded. 

Bouncing up and down on his beautiful fuck tool I felt the tidal wave of orgasm approaching. My cunt flooded with juices and I pulled my body tight against him as I rode that wave to its breaking point. 

I screamed. "Yes I'm cumming." As the wave broke and my body convulsed. A sea of fuck juices streamed into my cunt bathing his throbbing cock with searing hot fluid. 

"Oh god oh my fucking god." I screamed as my orgasm built turning me into a quivering mass of sexual flesh clinging to his incredible body. 

He stopped lifting and thrusting up into me and just let me hang there twitching and convulsing on his massive cock the bulging head pressed against my cervix and the smooth corona massaging my g-spot. 

My breath came in short gasps and as I exhaled my moans of shear pleasure let him know I was in sexual heaven and his mammoth cock had lifted me to untold heights of pleasure. 

Some orgasms come and go quickly but this one went on forever my tingling nerves sending signal after sensuous signal of complete satisfaction to my brain. I turned my face and latched on to his strong neck with my lips sucking hard on the flesh wanting him to be tattooed with my lusty mark. 

I would have been happy to remain impaled on his throbbing cock sucking and nibbling at the dark flesh on his neck until he exploded inside my hot wet throbbing cunt. But as my climax subsided I released his flesh from my lips and whispered in his ear. "I promised that if you made me cum I'd let you fuck my big soft tits." 

I've never met a man who didn't want to fuck my tits. Even before my surgery I enjoyed having a hard cock sliding through the soft flesh between my pleasure orbs and Franklin's big cock was built for titty fuckin. 

He slowly bent at the waist depositing my twitching body on the bed. His cock slipped from my searing hot dripping wet cunt and I instantly felt my fuck juice streaming from me soaking the bedding. 

I hooked my heels into the edge and pushed my self to the center of the bed as Franklin crawled onto the mattress. 

My hands slid up over my soft belly and cupped both heaving tits. Sliding my sexy nails up between the two pleasure orbs I tucked my chin and spat between them coating the soft flesh in my cleavage with the lubricant need for a good tit fucking. 

I looked up at him as he moved over my hips and approached the objects of his incredible desire. 

"You can fuck my big tits but when you're ready to cum I want it on my face." I whispered softly. 

I spread them apart as his knees came to rest at my sides. His huge black monster flopped into the wet flesh between and I instantly pressed my tits together capturing him in the soft cleavage. 

Unlike his first awesome thrust into my hot little cunt Franklin moved his hips with a slow deliberate motion forward. The bulging head popped out from between my tits and I spit on it before he pulled it back between my soft mounds. 

With my hands providing the pressure from the sides his huge hands pressed down into the front of each tit making sure his surging erection wouldn't slip from between my soft pleasure orbs. 

"So soft." Franklin exclaimed as he slowly thrust forward again. 

His thumbs pressed against my erect nipples tweaking them repeatedly as his cock slid slowly back and forth through the hot wet tit flesh. 

I loved how it felt when his huge cock pushed and pulled through my deep cleavage and I watched for his awesome black cock head to appear from between the creamy white tits he was fucking so intently. 

"Fuck my big titties." I urged him on wanting to see the milky white cum oozing from his beautiful black cock. 

Franklin was dripping wet covered with sweat and it dripped from his chin running down his glistening strong chest. 

He spread my tits apart and spat on his surging cock adding lubricant to the soft warm flesh he was fucking. His cock head slipped through the top of my cleavage and smeared our combined saliva on the soft flesh above. 

I pulled my legs up resting my thighs against his back so that each time he thrust forward I could push him a little deeper causing his bulging cock head to slip closer and closer to my red lips. 

My fingers pressed hard against the sides of my tits making the soft flesh even tighter around his swelling cock shaft. 

Looking up into his eyes I whispered. "I wanna taste you." 

I tucked my chin and parted my lips giving him a target. He thrust even deeper and the head slipped over my red lips. 

"God damn!" Franklin exclaimed as his cock head first slipped out of my soft slippery cleavage then disappeared between bright red wet lips. 

I kept my mouth in perfect alignment with my cleavage so that each time he thrust forward his reward was to have my soft lips caress the surging head of his cock. 

"Gimme that sweet cum load." I exclaimed urging him on. 

His eyes got as big a saucers the whites as brilliant and his flashing smile. 

"I want...no I need your hot sauce." I pleaded. 

He had already cum once depositing his load deep down my throat and I knew it would take even more pleading to bring him to climax again. 

"Give it to me baby. Gimme that hot fucking wad." I begged. 

His expression change and I knew his loins were starting to tense up. I knew his mammoth balls would soon be pumping hot thick cum to the slit at the tip of his cock head. 

I urged him on once again begging. "Cum for me. Plaster this pretty cum slut's face with your thick hot cum load." 

That was all it took having me beg for his cum like a sweet cum slut drove him over the edge. He rose up on his knees and leaned forward one huge hand reaching for the head board while the other brought his cock up to my face. 

I opened my mouth and extended my wet tongue giving him full access to shoot his load. His deep guttural groan signaling that his balls had already started pumping what I craved along his urethra.

He stoked his massive cock shaft once then again before the first thick gooey shot splashed against the back of my throat coating my tongue and nearly filling my mouth. 

His cum tastes so fucking good. Salty but sweet at the same time and its thick consistency feeling like a mouth full of creamy pudding. 

His huge hand stroked the surging shaft again and a second thick wad shot from his beautiful cock splashing on my cheek and pasting my eye closed. I reached up and pulled the head to my lips as another wad finished filling my hot mouth with his seed. 

Taking the head between my lips I sucked hard as he moaned deeply and kind of shook his cock between my lips. His cum load now oozed from his cock and I lifted it from my lips to let the final drops coat my soft red lips. 

Franklin released his grip on the shaft letting me play with his twitching member his hands dropping to his side as he watched. 

I slid the cum coated head through the puddle on my cheek and eye and smeared his thick sauce over my nose and into the other eye. 

"God damn woman." He exclaimed as my lustful face was smeared with his thick load. 

Parting my lips I proudly showed him the mouth full of cum letting it swirl around my tongue. I drew my cheeks in until just a tiny drop of cum escaped at the corners of my mouth before I opened my throat and let the load slide down to my gullet. 

My mouth and tongue were still coated with his juice but I was able to whisper. "You cum tastes so fucking good." 

I slipped his cock head between my lips and licked every possible drop off his glistening cock then pulled him out to again smear the sticky juice over the rest of my face. 

"You are too fuckin much." He remarked. 

His cock had lost some of its firmness and I slapped the head against my cheeks and down onto my tongue just like a good little cum slut should. 

Releasing his cock from my grasp I tried to gather as much of his thick load as I could with my fingers drawing it to my lips and licking it from my fingers. 

I smiled at him with slippery red lips then asked. "Do you like fucking this this hot little cum sluts cunt tits and mouth?" I instantly realized that was a rather silly question. 

"Absolutely!" Franklin replied instantly. 

Making up for asking such a silly question I said. "Well the next time I want you to fuck my hot tight ass." Letting him know there would be a next time. 

As he collapsed beside me his cock left a trail of sticky cum across my tits and I instantly moved one hand to smear it over my nipple making sure he saw me coat my flesh with his seed. 

He turned to lean on one elbow to look over the results of his efforts. His cock now flaccid was still nearly eight inches in length and it rested softly on my hip. 

I slid one hand down and circled the soft shaft squeezing it wondering what it would take to bring it back to life so the next time would be this time. 

His wide smile told me that probably wouldn't happen this afternoon. His hand while huge was still able to gently caress my tit as he looked at my face. 

"I must look a mess." I said knowing his cum still coated my face. 

"You look just fine." Franklin replied then said. "Can I ax a question." 

I grinned and replied. "Ax away." Knowing he'd pick up on my use of black slang. 

"Why me?" He questioned wondering why an upper middle class MILF would choose to fuck and suck a black stud like him. 

I squeezed his soft cock and replied. "Ain't it obvious?" 

Franklin grinned then said. "But you didn't know about the obvious when we first met Thursday night. What I'm asking is why a great looking woman like you wants to be out fucking around." 

I understood what he was asking and figured I'd spell out the whole story for him. 

"Every fall my fucking husband turns me into a celibate. From the opening day of football season through the Super Bowl his only interest is watching or attending games. I've endured fifteen football seasons and this year I decided enough was enough." I explained. 

He flashed a brilliant white smile at me then asked. "Is he some kind of fucking moron." 

"I call it a football zombie." I replied. 

"So what happens next?" Franklin asked. 

"Until February I'm gonna take care of business myself." I admitted. 

Franklin thought for a minute then asked. "Are there others like me?" 

I giggled and reminded him. "Baby the season is nearly half over. There are several others like you but none with the equipment you've got." I gave his cock another gently squeeze. 

"Aren't you worried about him finding out?" Franklin questioned me. 

I smiled then offered. "I've been very discrete." 

"Oh yeah sure." He said then continued. "Like today when you had a strange black man come knocking on your door." 

Franklin obviously had some of the same concerns I had earlier before his arrival. "Well today was a spur of the moment thing." I admitted. 

"Spur of the moment things can get you in a heap of trouble Margaret." He replied. 

I wasn't quite sure where Franklin was going with this conversation but I needed to empty my bladder and wash his drying cum coating off my face. 

As I slipped off the bed I said. "I gotta go pee but we can talk more when I return." Wanting him to continue with his thoughts. 

"I may have a business proposition for you Margaret." He said as I walked toward the bath. 

While I was in the bath room using a warm cloth to clean his load off my face I wondered what kind of proposition he could possibility have for me. But since Barry had taken my credit cards away the idea of making some spending cash on the side intrigued me. And with the possibility of a pending divorce hanging over my head I decided to listen to Franklin's business proposition. 

When I returned Franklin was just closing the clasp of his slacks his naked chest still exposed but his monster cock was carefully tucked away for now. 

Seeing him half dressed I bent down and picked up my more than flimsy robe and slipped it over my shoulders. I didn't bother to tie it closed wanting him to remember my sweet tits and cleanly shaven cunt. 

"Have a seat." I said motioning to the large overstuffed chair in the alcove of my bed room. 

Franklin made himself comfortable crossing his legs and settling into the Franklin sized chair. 

I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to begin. 

"Margaret the insurance business is kind of hit or miss." Franklin began. 

I hadn't even realized he was in the insurance business his business card contained nothing but the name of his employer and his contact information. 

He continued. "One month the commissions are great and the next they suck depending on the sales I close for the month." 

"Okay so you need some help budgeting?" I asked. 

"No don't need any help there cause I have a small discrete business on the side. Which is where you come in." Franklin explained. 

My mind raced trying to think of what kind of discrete business he was in. But discrete usually meant something illegal. 

I took a shot in the dark. "Baby I don't really know anyone who would want to buy drugs." I said thinking he may want me to be one of his street level dealers. 

Franklin laughed hysterically for a moment then leaned front he said. "You think just because I'm black I automatically would get involved in drug trafficking?" 

I shrugged my shoulders then said. "The thought did cross my mind when you said it was a discrete business." 

"Well forget that I'd never get involved with drugs again. Been there done that." He remarked. 

"So." I asked extending the "O" for effect. 

He paused for a moment which I assumed he was using to decide if he should even continue with his discrete business proposition. 

I smiled trying to put him at ease so he would continue. I was very interested in hearing him out. 

"I run a very discrete and extremely lucrative high priced escort service." He finally admitted. 

"Oh great."I exclaimed. "So you want me to be one of your whores!" I quickly added. 

"Whore is such a dirty word." He said. "I prefer the term escort." 

I laughed at him then said. "Call it what you like baby but cash for sex is still prostitution and a whore is still a whore no matter if you call her an escort or not. And the last time I checked that's still totally illegal." 

"My girls make five hundred an hour Margaret." He said. 

"Your girls." I said then added. "And how many girls are in your stable?" 

He smiled and replied. "There ya go again with the demeaning word like stable. I prefer to call it my list of available escorts and if you must know I currently arrange dates for five very sexy and beautiful women." 

"And are you fucking all five of them?" I asked. 

"I don't fuck any of my girls." He replied with an angry tone in his voice and accentuating the word fuck. 

"But you fucked me!" I shot back. 

"You're not one of my girls." He replied in the same angry tone. 

"Listen Margaret just forget I brought it up." Franklin suggested. 

The idea of becoming one of his escorts turned my stomach but the five hundred an hour had caught my interest. 

"Wait a minute I'm an open minded woman." I said which seemed kind of silly since I'd just finished taking two of his massive cum loads in my mouth. 

"Which is why I even mentioned my business." He admitted. 

I thought for a moment then asked. "If I were to agree to become one of your quote unquote available escorts just exactly how does the whole thing work?" 

"Well first of all not every appointment ends with sex." He said. 

I giggled then said. "So it's an appointment instead of a trick?" A wide smile on my lips. 

Franklin laughed again then said. "You really have to get your mind outta the gutter." 

I shook my head letting him know I wouldn't interrupt him with my comparisons to the street level prostitution business. 

"If you decide to accept appointments I'd first send you to a professional photographer who takes very tasteful photos of my girls." He explained. 

"And then?" I asked listening intently. 

"Prospective clients contact me through email or in a web based chat room to discuss availability of an escort. I email them photos of the available escorts. At no time is sex discussed. As far as new clients are concerned we provide only escorts. Many business men just want some pleasurable company for dinner or a business function they are attending in town." He explained. 

"That sounds reasonable I've heard of that kind of legal service before." I admitted. 

"Clients know up front that my charge is a grand an hour which I split fifty fifty with the girl." Franklin said. 

"And the sex?" I asked. 

"That's handled on a face to face basis between the client and the escort. If she agrees it is paid in cash as a tip. And I ask for a ten percent commission on those tips." He continued. 

"How much can one of your escorts make in lets say a months time." I questioned him. 

He smiled then replied. "Well that depends on how many appointments she takes but last month I pulled in a cool ten grand." 

I did some quick mental math then said. "So your girls are averaging two grand a month for four appointments. Plus tips." I said with a grin on my lips. 

"That's right Margaret. And I have a waiting list of clients." He said clearly the reason we were having this conversation. 

I thought for a moment doing some more mental math. In the last month since the season started I'd fucked or sucked Sam Paul and now Franklin eight or nine times. Had all of those times been as Franklin put it an appointment I would have cleared over three thousand dollars not including tips. But as I saw it the problem is that I don't get to pick and choose who I'd be fucking like I had during the first third of the football season. 

"I have to admit it Franklin your proposition interests me and I sure could use the extra spending money." I admitted not bothering to inform him of the problems Barry and I were having with my shopping habits.