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Mrs-82

By: DeeSobek



 Mrs-82: Unknown woman in picture

(c) June 2007 - Dee Sobek

Authors note: This story was inspired by a photo set in the 1950's that grabbed my attention and demanded a story. I've tried to get into her head, and adapted the dialogue to fit that golden era.

Have I succeeded? Let me know either way, I'm always thrilled to get your feedback. And yes, I will write something longer now I've finally got this lady out of my head!

Thank you to these wonderful people who helped me along with the editing and suggestions: epiphany65 & titianapeaks 

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An English summer's day...

It started with the sound of lapping. With my eyes squeezed tight, I concentrated on the sound of water lazily slapping against the rocks and his excited breathing. We'd talked about this, doing this, and now that we were here the excitement warmed sweetly in my belly.

The whirr as he winds the camera, then the click of a shot sounds absurdly loud in the quiet space. Such an indulgent thing, a camera, but Hitler's war has been over for almost a decade now. It was time to indulge ourselves after years of scrimping, mending and making do.

I forced the unwanted thoughts from my head and relaxed onto the boulder I'd been leaning against. It was time. I could feel his hot, blue eyes on me, urging me on. I'd promised, I know, but in the glaring sunshine, it seemed so much ruder and so much more exciting. He wouldn't push me, but I knew he would be disappointed if I didn't come through. Kind, lovely man. He would still tell me how much he adored me, regardless of the outcome. Just the thought of how much I adored him spurred me on. Well, that and the growing pangs of heat between my thighs. I wanted this too; my body, less modest than my mind was, already too far gone to stop now. If I'd been wearing knickers, they would be soaked.

Mmm... just the thought of it made me squeeze my thighs together, soon they would be wide apart, exposed to the hot sun, the cool wind and his hungry stare. I felt suddenly goddess-like. The urge forced my hands down my long skirt and slowly I inched the hem up. An inch up, a moan from him and a surge of need in me. My nipples felt hard and tight, I almost felt shame that I had never yet been so excited, even when my gentle lover closed his lips over them and suckled like a babe. It had taken him months when we first lay together to persuade me that enjoying carnal acts wasn't dirty and amoral. Together we had done things I had never thought possible and my body yielded to his every kink. On the outside I was a good girl, a modest married woman, but on the inside...

Now, the freedom to be crude, raw and passionate was mine and I would repay his patience and affection by allowing him a memento of me like this. Exposed in a way that would make my puritanical mother cross herself. I giggled at the thought and heard another click as the hem went past my knee. I paused, but we both knew I would go further for him. Soon he would be too hard to resist touching me - very soon, if I had my way. A few more inches and pale thighs caught the sun and I heard his shock as my naked mons came into view. His moan triggered a sharp pang of lust as for the first time, my nether lips could no longer contain the evidence of my need and a trickle made its way down my pale, exposed thigh.

A final click and he was there, right where I planned to make a prisoner of my lord and master. Between my thighs, stroking them with a wonder that never failed to make me feel all woman. I didn't even have to open my eyes to know how hard his cock was. I could smell the sharp tang of his desire, feel it when he roughly shoved my dress aside to expose my nipples to the sun. And as the sun worshipped my skin. He paid homage to my breasts, gasping his love as he sucked strongly on a hard nipple, then teased me with the threat of teeth. He alternated from one to the next, as if sucking hard on one for too long would be an injustice. Long minutes passed with my groans and the sound of strong, needy sucking and his hands kneading the cheeks of my bottom.

My hands were not idle, they played in his hair and tightened into a vise when he nibbled gently on my left nipple, then caught it between his teeth and drew it out, stretching it to the point of sweet pain. He always gave me exactly what I adore and never failed to leave me yearning to be pummelled. As his teeth released my sore nipple and moved on to it's tingling twin I sank my long nails into his back just to hear him whimper - he does adore that edge too. I would have smiled in triumph if he had not chosen that moment to clamp onto my nipple and torment me once again. Finally, I needed him to give me what we both wanted. Sliding my hands over his naked shoulders, then down to his pert behind, I pulled him to me.

He smiled against my breasts but he didn't deny me. There is something wonderful about the first thrust. The anticipation of fullness and the savouring of being joined cock to cunt with a man you cannot live without. I love how he knows to wait, just a few seconds, so I can flex my female muscles against him, bear down and help him fill me up. We know this will be quick, it's risky, the beach is secluded but anyone could wander by on their way to the village or walking the dog. The danger fires us up and we thrust at each other in a clash of slapping skin. His cock is pleasantly wide but not overly long and I can take all of him in me as deep as he cares to go. When he is fully in me, his lips cover mine -- a tender counterpoint to his rough fucking. Eagerly I slide my tongue into his mouth, wanting to possess him as he does me. I match his thrusts. He stabs his cock into me and I reciprocate, fucking his mouth.

All the while the madness builds and builds in me, even as I struggle to contain the sounds that seem to claw their way out of my throat. He grunts and pins me to the boulder, forcing more of his cock into me. His hips move so fast now. I can only surrender and take it. I'm being drilled like a common whore and I love that he is too excited to be gentle. He is very close, every muscle seems tense beneath my fingers. I urge him on as he groans, holds his breath for one sweet moment then rams his cock as deep as it will go into my pliant folds. A sigh as he splashes his seed in me, then rotates his hips in shallow thrusts to draw out his peak. I shiver, waiting with bated breath and pounding pulse, till he withdraws, slides three fingers in me and rubs my nub roughly with the copious liquid of our combined lust. A shout bursts out of my chest as I arch out in delicious agony. Three, four, maybe five peaks that tighten every muscle and I collapse back on my boulder, boneless. We kiss sweetly and revel in the sun for one lingering moment before making our escape, sneaking in via the back door of the manor to wash away the evidence.

We have to get decent, my parents will be back with the children soon and we are having the vicar over for tea. 

Mrs. Adams



18-year-old John knocked cautiously on Mrs. Adams' door. He was nervous about talking to the older woman. He loved to watch her from a distance but this was something else entirely. He wasn't even sure what possessed him to do it. Sure he had a good excuse. Her yard needed to be mowed and since her son, who was a couple years older than John, had left for college she didn't have anyone to do it for her. Would she buy that though? That he had just stopped by to see if she needed him to mow the grass? When what he really wanted was to get a close up look at those magnificent tits of hers. John had been fantasizing about them for years. 

Yeah he had seen Jenny from next-door sunbathing without her top on but hers weren't the same as Mrs. Adams'. Jenny's were small and almost hard. Mrs. Adams had HUGE breasts. Just guessing he would say they had to be at least 44DD. Of course he had no real experience to base his guess on. Other than catching a peek at Jenny with some of his buddies he really didn't have any kind of "sexual" knowledge. All he did know was that he thought about Mrs. Adams and her beautiful breasts A LOT. He would daydream about burying his face between those gorgeous orbs while he stroked his hard cock. He would kill for a chance to feel their soft skin against his cheeks as he pulled his raging hard-on. He was getting hard just thinking of it. He almost jumped out of his skin when Mrs. Adams opened the door.

"I'm sorry," she purred. "I didn't mean to startle you. What can I do for you?" She was wearing one of her halter-tops that barely seemed to contain her womanly charms. John could hardly take his eyes off them to answer her.

"I-I-I'm J-J-John Miller from down the street." John was so nervous. How could he stutter and look so childish in front of this worldly woman? "I-I-I was wondering if you would like me to mow your yard." John was ready to run. Here she was right in front of him and he couldn't even talk.

"Oh, yeah, John. I've seen you around. I could use a nice strong boy like you to mow my yard. How much would you charge me?" Her voice sounded like honey dripping from her lips. His cock throbbed inside his jeans. Sweat was running down his forehead. Was it really that hot out here? 

"Oh I wasn't thinking of charging you. I just thought that since you're all alone now you could use some help." John was blurting the words out. If he talked fast maybe she wouldn't notice how nervous he was.

"Don't be silly," she said as she took his hand. "Come inside and we'll talk about it over a nice cold glass of lemonade." John followed her blindly. He didn't even hear her words as they walked into the house and she sat him down on the sofa. His eyes were in a direct line with those melons of his dreams as she bent over to ask him what he wanted to drink. "John?" "John?" Mrs. Adams reached out and stroked his cheek. With one hand on her knee and the other reaching up to stroke his check John could almost see right inside her blouse. He could see the flesh of those golden mammaries. He realized he saw no tan line. Did Mrs. Adams lay out topless to sun??!! John would have to find out. "JOHN!?" Mrs. Adams said again louder.

"Huh!? Oh sorry. I guess I was daydreaming."

"About what?" Mrs. Adams asked him with a devilish grin on her face. Was it John's imagination or did she shake her tits at him as she stood up? 

John's face turned a deep crimson as he answered. "Uh, uh, uh nothing much really," he stammered trying to look her in the eye. It was impossible. Her tits were calling out to him. He wanted, no make that NEEDED, to see them. Feel them. Taste them. 

"Would you like some lemonade?" Mrs. Adams was saying as she headed towards the kitchen.

"T-That would be great," John answered, suddenly aware that his mouth was very dry. John sat on his hands as the lemonade and those beautiful breasts came back into the living room. He hoped Mrs. Adams couldn't see how hard his cock was. He wanted desperately to take it out and stroke it but he couldn't let Mrs. Adams see him do something like that. What would she think of him if she knew what he thought of her? 

Mrs. Adams leaned over to set the tray with the lemonade on it on the coffee table in front of John. As he reached for his glass, John's hand brushed against the fabric of her top. His cock twitched in his jeans. He sat back on the couch in a flash. Hopefully she won't have noticed. Was it him or did she moan just then? John tipped the glass up and drained it of the lemonade. 

"My!! You were thirsty," Mrs. Adams said as she took his glass to refill it. John watched her tits as they swayed inside the tight fitting top. He could make out the outline of her nipples as she sat his glass down. Mrs. Adams sat next to him on the couch. Her hand settled on his leg just above his knee. "Now John, lets talk about what it will cost me to have you mow my yard."

"Honest, M-M-Mrs. Adams. I really d-d-don't expect any money for mowing the yard."

"Who was talking about money?" she said as her hand slid up further on his thigh. John's throat seemed like it was closing off, it was so dry. His palms were sweating. His cock was so hard it hurt. If she kept this up he would surely shoot off in his jeans.

"I'm not sure what you m-m-mean, Mrs. Adams."

"Oh please. Call me Cecilia. No sense in being so formal. I think you and I are going to be good friends," she said as she squeezed his leg. John jumped up off the couch and turned to face Mrs. Adams. One more touch like that and he would blow his load. 

"I was just thinking of mowing your yard Mrs. I mean Cecilia."

"Are you sure that's ALL you were thinking of, John?"

"Of course. W-W-What else COULD I be thinking of? Was there something else you needed to have taken care of around here?" 

"As a matter of fact there is," she said as she rose to stand next to John. "I'm sure you know my husband has been dead for a long time now and a woman my age needs attention now and again," she purred in his ear.

"W-W-What do you mean?" He stammered.

"Oh come on now Johnny. You're a big boy. I saw how you were looking at my tits. You'd like to see them for real wouldn't you? Maybe even touch them?"

John couldn't even breathe let alone answer. Was Mrs. Adams really offering to show him her tits? How had she known his ulterior motive for coming over? He just stood stock-still and watched as Cecilia pulled the halter-top off over her head. Her beautiful tits swung into plain view. She scooped them up one in each hand and started to tweak the nipples as she watched Johnny's reaction. "Do you like them Johnny?"

"Y-Y-Yes ma'am," was all he could squeak out.

"Would you like to touch them?" John just swallowed hard and raised his hand. Cecilia stepped back. "Oh no you don't. I showed you mine, now you show me yours."

John just looked at her confused so she went on, "I showed you my tits like you wanted now you show me your dick because I want to see it."

John was mortified. Mrs. Adams wanted to see his dick. He couldn't show her. It was so hard it was throbbing. He didn't want her to know what she did to him. "Come on Johnny. Don't be shy. I've seen a dick before. I just want to see what you have to offer a lady." She took a step closer and rubbed her tits together almost in John's face. If he wanted to touch the object of his fantasies he would have to undo his fly. His fingers trembled as he reached for the zipper. 

Cecilia pulled one of her huge tits to her lips and sucked the nipple inside. John thought his cock was going to explode. He reached inside and took it out. Surely Mrs. Adams wouldn't notice if he just squeezed it a bit. 

"MMMMMMMMMM!! What a nice young cock Johnny!!?? So long and hard," she purred. "Is it always this hard when you think of my tits?"

"Yes," he said dreamily. "I mean NO! I don't think of your tits often. I don't think of them at all," he stammered.

"Now Johnny. You're hurting my feelings. Are you telling me you NEVER think of my beautiful tits when you are stroking your nice young cock?" she pouted.

"Well I guess I have thought of them now and again," he admitted as he continued to squeeze his swollen member. It felt good now that it was out of the confines of his pants.

"And what do you think about when you think of them," she asked.

"I think how nice it would be to feel their soft skin against my cheek," John confessed and then blushed even deeper red than when he was on the porch.

"Something like this," she said as she stepped closer and slid one of her soft breasts against his face. 

"MMMMMMMMM," John moaned as he started to actively stroke his aching cock.

Cecilia stepped back saying, "I take it you liked that."

"OH YES!" John replied emphatically. 

"Do you always stroke like that when you think of these?" she said bouncing them enticingly before him.

John blushed again but couldn't take his eyes off those beautiful breasts. His hand was moving with gradually increasing speed. He just nodded as the sight before him transfixed his eyes. He was in heaven. He would do anything she asked at this point as long as she didn't take away his new toy.

"So how often DO you think of my tits and stroke your young cock, Johnny?"

"MMMMMMMM. All the time," John confessed. No use in lying about it now. It was obvious that he got excited at the mere thought of her giant tits.

"Why don't you strip off your clothes? It will make what I want easier." John obliged as quickly as he could. He didn't care what she wanted as long as it involved those magnificent boobs of hers.

"That's a good boy. Now come here," she said wagging her finger at him invitingly. John came closer and she handed her tits to him. He took one in each hand and just looked at them longingly. He couldn't believe he was standing her with Mrs. Adams', Cecilia's, tits in his hand. They were so great. Just as soft as he thought they would be. For a moment he even forgot she was still there. It was just him and those breasts. She startled him again when she spoke. 

"Would you like to taste them?" John didn't answer. He just lowered his head and licked the soft flesh. He was in a daze. His tongue couldn't get enough. When he had licked them over and over he bent down and ever so gently took a nipple between his lips. It's hard to say who moaned louder, Cecilia or John. "MMMMMMM. What a good boy!!" Cecilia moaned as her fingers wrapped around John's hair. "That feels so good but I have something else in mind," she said as she pulled herself from his teenaged grasp.

Cecilia sat on the couch, massaging her own tits. She pulled on the nipples as she looked up at John over them. "Show me how you masturbate when you think of these," she said shaking them in his direction. John's hand went to his cock of its own free will. He was staring at those tits shaking before him as he pulled at his hard-on. It was his every fantasy come true. He didn't even care that she was watching him jerk off. He just wanted those tits. "What are you thinking, Johnny?"

" I am thinking about your tits. I am thinking about how it would feel to slide my dick between them." The flow of blood to his enraged cock was making John braver. He wanted to fuck those beautiful tits.

"Come over here young man. Stand between my legs." John stepped between Cecilia's legs as she scooted forward on the couch. She arched her back to make her tits stand out for him. She brought them to either side of his young, swollen cock and wrapped it in the warmth of those mounds of flesh. John just stood there for a moment reveling in the feel of his cock buried in heaven. Cecilia leaned forward and took the tip of his cock in her mouth. John instinctively rocked forward to force it deeper. His cock was sliding down her throat and between her tits. The moisture from her blowjob was making his cock slide easier through her cleavage. Cecilia threw her head back and watched John's face as he fucked her tits harder and faster. A man his age wouldn't last long she knew and she wanted to see his face when he came.

John grabbed Cecilia's shoulders for leverage and gave it everything he had. His cock was flying through her valley. He watched in awe each time it slid out and then disappeared deep again. He could feel his cum boiling in his balls. He wanted to watch it spray out all over those tits of his dreams. It wasn't long and he got his wish. Every muscle in his body tightened then exploded as he shot his load across those soft tits. Shot after shot landed on target. When he was done he pulled back and watched as Cecilia's tongue snaked out and tasted his cum. 

Looking up at him from her cum-spattered tits she asked, "Will that cover mowing the yard?"

John giggled. "For that Mrs. Adams, I'll mow your yard EVERY day."

"Cecilia," she reminded him. "I don't think my yard will need mowed EVERY day but I'm sure I can find some thing else for you to help me with." She winked at him and shook her tits. His cock was already responding. It was going to be a GREAT summer!!



Mrs. Adams Revisited



It had been a couple of weeks since John had been to Mrs. Adams' house. The first visit had been the fulfillment of his every fantasy. He had mowed her yard as he promised but he made himself busy so he wouldn't have to go back. He was afraid she had just been toying with him that first time. He would love to see those big, beautiful breasts again but didn't think he could take the disappointment if she didn't offer them to him. She had been so wonderful to let him enjoy them on his last visit. He was sure that something that good could only have been a one-time thing. Mrs. Adams was a nice lady. Her youngest son was a couple of years older than John but still they had been friends. With the weather being what it had been the yard really needed mowing again. 

Walking past her house John began to feel guilty that he had let her yard get so long. He turned towards the house, determined to make things right. Even if she didn't offer her amazing tits as reward, he had promised to mow her yard all summer and he would do it. Coming around the corner of the garage, John saw Mrs. Adams laying out, enjoying the warm sunshine. Her backyard was fenced in to give her privacy. Only someone coming around the garage as he had done could see her. As John got closer he saw her naked legs sweating in the warm sun. John stepped quietly up to the fence and peeked over. What he saw caused his cock to swell immediately. Mrs. Adams wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Her huge tits were laying out for the world to see. They looked even better than he remembered. The golden flesh shining in the sunlight, her huge nipples pointing right at him caused John to remember how they felt rubbing against his cheek. He had been in heaven with those 44DD's smothering him. 

Just then Mrs. Adams raised her head and looked around. John stood frozen in place. He was afraid she had heard him and he didn't want to be caught spying. Mrs. Adams was oblivious to her audience as she reached for a bottle of tanning lotion. She flipped the lid and squeezed some of the white creamy lotion on her globes. John's hand went to his crotch as he stood and watched her rubbing the lotion into the soft skin of his obsession. 

With his cock aching, John couldn't take it anymore. He walked to the door of the garage. He went inside and out to the back yard. Mrs. Adams turned her head when John came into sight but didn't attempt to cover herself.

"John!! How good to see you again. My yard is getting quite long," she said as her hand went to block the sun from her field of vision. John could see she still had lotion sitting in globs on her chest. He longed to smooth it in for her.

"I know. I'm sorry Mrs. Adams. I have been busier than I thought I would be. I should have been over sooner." In the warmth of the sun he had an excuse other than embarrassment and nerves for sweating so bad. He couldn't take his eyes of those magnificent tits of hers shining in the sun. 

"I understand. I hoped you would be back sooner is all," she responded as she lay back on her chair. Her hands dropped back to her sides allowing John another unobstructed view of her tits. He so wanted to reach out and touch them but couldn't bring himself to do it. He just stood, staring. After what seemed like an eternity Cecilia looked to him again saying, "Come, sit by me." She patted a place next to her on the lawn chair. 

John carefully sat down. He took his eyes from her tits only long enough to be sure he didn't fall off the edge of the chair. Once seated he became a little braver. He let his eyes roam over Mrs. Adams from head to toe. She had no tan lines so she obviously did this often. Her pubic region was bald and even the lips of her pussy were nice and brown. He had to adjust to give his hard cock more room. Cecilia looked at him when he moved.

"Do you like my tan, John?" she asked.

"Oh God yes, Mrs. Adams!" he replied enthusiastically.

"Now John, what have I told you about calling me that. It's Cecilia," she scolded.

"I'm sorry, Cecilia. It's just that.." he hesitated.

"Its just what, John?" she asked, propping herself on one elbow to look him in the eye. This caused her huge tits to slide down across her chest into his lap. John moaned as they rubbed across his cock. "What is the matter, dear?"

John was speechless for the moment. He let his hand wander to his lap and absently ran the back of one hand along the golden mammaries. "I had such a great time last time I was here Cecilia. I was afraid, I guess, that it wouldn't happen again,' he finally blurted out.

Cecilia brought herself up to a sitting position. She took John's chin in her hand and gently pulled him so his eyes looked directly into hers. "I enjoyed myself last time as much as you did, John. I've missed you these last couple of weeks. I was VERY disappointed you didn't come by. I thought maybe I had done something to hurt you or scare you."

John took Cecilia's hands in his. "Oh NO!!! You could never hurt me or scare me. I wanted to be with you so much and I was afraid you would turn me down. I couldn't bear the rejection so I didn't come by. You have no idea how much I missed you and thought about you," John was gushing. He couldn't believe his ears. This wonderful woman had missed him and wanted to be with him. He threw his arms around her neck and pulled her close. He could feel the heat from her naked breasts against his shirt. He wanted to be close to her. 

Cecilia just let him hold her for a few minutes before she pulled away. "Would you like to go inside?" she asked once she broke free.

"Actually, it's kinda nice out here," John replied sheepishly as he looked around. 

"Ok, we can stay out here but one of us has WAY too many clothes on," Cecilia teased him as she tugged on his shirt. 

John jumped up almost upsetting the lawn chair in his haste. He pulled his shirt off over his head not even noticing the tanning lotion all over it. His jeans came off almost as fast. He was no longer worried about Cecilia seeing his hard cock. He knew she would take care of it for him.

"It looks like you DID miss me, baby," she purred as his cock came into view. "Come here and let me get a better look at that," she offered reaching out to his swollen shaft. 

John stepped forward and hissed in his breath as Cecilia took hold of his cock. Her hands were cool despite the warm weather. She pulled him even closer as she wrapped her fingers around his hard meat. He almost fainted when she took his cock into her mouth, past her lips and let her tongue caress it as it slid down her throat. John had never had a blowjob before and Cecilia was giving him a great one. He knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his load but he wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible. 

"OH!! Cecilia!! I have NEVER felt anything like this before!" he moaned. "I'm gonna cum soon if you don't quit," he warned.

Cecilia pulled back only long enough to say, "That's the whole idea baby," then went back to sucking his young cock. John let his hands drop to her head and rest there. He stood still while Cecilia bobbed back and forth on his cock. It wasn't long before he felt his balls boiling. "UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGG!!" was all he could manage before erupting deep in Cecilia's throat. She gobbled up every drop and licked him clean before she released him.

"Are you still worried you won't have fun at my house?" she teased.

John collapsed back onto the lawn chair. "No way," he sighed. "I think we are going to have a GREAT time."

"And you haven't even gotten to play with these yet," she said as she shook her huge hanging melons in his face. John reached up but was only able to get a glancing touch as she pulled them away, standing and heading to the house. 

Cecilia came back a few minutes later with a tray. She had brought out some ice and water to refresh her young playmate. She poured John a glass and he drank it straight down. The next glass he sipped at, looking over the rim at his hostess. He was trying to decide how to proceed. He wanted to feel those lovely tits against his skin. He needed to taste them again. But he was too nervous and inexperienced to know how to go about it. He almost choked on his water when she took one in each hand and began kneading the flesh.

"Well John, what shall we do now?" she asked sounding almost bored.

John could feel his manhood stirring again as he stammered, "I-I-I don't know."

Cecilia scooted closer to John. She knew he was getting hard again without even looking at his groin. She brought her nipples close to his cheek. John could feel the heat. He leaned slightly in their direction but Cecilia pulled them back. John sat down his glass letting his swelling cock make up his mind for him. He turned and grabbed both tits from Cecilia. She gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth. He looked at her over the prize he held between his lips, smiling, he knew his mouth was still cold from the water. 

"OH JOHN!" Cecilia moaned. "That's not fair!"

John was concerned he had gone to far. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked apologetically as he let the nipple slide from his mouth. 

Cecilia grabbed the back of his head, pulling him toward her swinging orbs, as she said, "NEVER! Suck my titties baby!" John enthusiastically swallowed one nipple while tweaking the other. He was glad to oblige a request like that. He kneaded the tit flesh as he sucked each nipple in turn. Cecilia moaned and held him close. She didn't want him getting away. Her nipples were hard and sticking straight out for her lover's attention. John gobbled them like a starving man on his last meal. He couldn't get enough. 

John felt movement close to his leg and pulled back to see what was going on. Cecilia had her fingers in her pussy, rubbing her wet slit as he suckled. He sat kneading his prize tits for a moment watching her work. Cecilia came around and saw his intent gaze. "You want to feel my pussy, baby?" she offered.

John just nodded. Cecilia took his hand and led him to her wet spot. John could not believe it when his fingers came in contact with her smooth lips. It felt like silk. He touched her so softly, like a butterfly kiss. 

"It's ok baby. You can touch it," Cecilia encouraged. John let his fingers get a better feel. When he came to her opening, Cecilia led them inside. John moaned. His cock swelled even bigger. If it felt this good on his finger, he could hardly imagine what it would feel like wrapped around his cock. 

"That's it baby. Slide your fingers inside. Now bring them out. Fuck my wet pussy." John followed her instructions. He let his head drop back to her nipple, drawing it into his mouth but never taking his eyes off his fingers disappearing into her sopping cunt. Cecilia started to buck her hips against his young fingers. She held his head firmly to her chest as she shook through her climax. 

Once she came back to earth she pulled his fingers from her pussy and brought them to his lips, "Taste my juice baby. You'll love it." John tentatively let the nipple slide from his grasp once more to replace it with his fingers. This was the sweetest taste he ever had. It smelled musky and made his cock throb. He had to have more of it.

"MMMM Cecilia that is wonderful. Can I have more?" He pleaded.

"You can have as much as you want' Cecilia promised. Laying back on the chair and opening her snatch to him she said, "crawl down there between my legs and lick my pussy." 

John stood at the end of the lawn chair stroking his hard cock and admiring the sight before him. The wetness on her pussy lips shone in the sunlight. His cock ached it was so hard but he had to taste more of that sweet nectar. He crawled slowly between her legs, opening them even farther as he went. He inhaled deeply as he got close, becoming intoxicated on her aroma. His tongue snuck out as he got close. The tip slid along her pouting lips, cleaning off her juices.

"That's it baby. Lick it good," Cecilia moaned, as he got braver. Her hand went to the back of his head holding him tightly in place. John wasn't going anywhere. His tongue explored the folds of her pussy, diving in and out of her wet hole. When he found her clit he sucked it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Cecilia raised her hips from the chair burying his face even deeper in her aching snatch. "Slide your fingers back inside," she coached. John once again did as he was told, sliding two fingers deep in her cunt while he sucked her clit. Cecilia went wild, bucking and fucking his young face. It wasn't long before she flooded his face and he licked up every drop. Finally Cecilia had to pull his face away.

John looked up at her pouting. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked in his innocence. 

"OH MY GOD, NO, dear!! You were incredible! I just need a rest." She patted a place next to her and John slid up to sit by her licking his fingers as he did. He snuggled right next to her and went back to kneading and sucking her tits. She ran her fingers through his hair as she took a breather. She could feel his raging hard on against her leg. The anticipation of that inside her made her pussy quiver.

John started absently humping against her leg as he suckled each nipple. Cecilia rubbed his back as they lay in the sun. She had cum, hard, twice and still was anxious to feel this young stud inside her. "Oh baby. That feels so good. I hate to stop you," she teased him.

John sat up, looking disappointed he said, "Why do I have to stop?"

"Because I want to feel your hard cock in my wet pussy. If you want to fuck me that is." John surprised her by planting a huge sloppy kiss on her lips.

"Of course I do," he squealed as he broke the kiss. John positioned himself between her legs and let his hard cock slide up and down her wet slit. Just as Cecilia thought he was going to impale her, he pulled back. "Can we try something?" he asked.

"We can try ANYTHING you want dear. What do you have in mind?"

Without speaking John took Cecilia's hand and helped her from her chair. He guided her to another lawn chair where he sat down. His hard cock pointed to the heavens as he laid back. Cecilia understood what he wanted as she straddled his young meat. She rubbed just the tip of it across her sopping snatch, enjoying his animalistic moans. When she thought she had teased him enough she slowly lowered herself onto his pole. John sat up in the chair burying his face in her chest as she buried his cock in her pussy. 

Cecilia was sure he would suffocate as he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her close. There could be no room for air as she started rocking back and forth on her young stud's lap. John, in the meantime, rubbed his face in the valley of his desire, nibbling on the meaty tits and licking the sweat from her soft skin. Cecilia grabbed the back of his head and held him close. She could feel his hot, moist breath searing her flesh. Her pussy milked the young stud, sucking him deeper. She was glad she had gotten him off earlier. She wanted this to last. 

John could feel his balls begin to boil and he didn't want this to end. He pulled his face from its divine nook and looked about. He saw a wonderful shady place where the grass looked soft. Without warning he grabbed Cecilia and stood, leaving her impaled on his shaft.

"John," she gasped in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"I have another idea," he moaned as he carried her to his chosen spot not far from their original setting. He dropped slowly to his knees, laying her gently to the grass.

"John, what a wonderful idea," she purred. His strength had taken her aback but she liked his imagination. The grass was cool and soft against her back and she could feel his cock throbbing inside her. Before their last encounter it had been so long before she had felt a man's touch. Today she was making up for lost time.

John took up his original position with his face buried in her cleavage. He could not get enough of those tits even with his cock buried deep in her smooth, wet pussy. He fucked her slow and easy as he taunted and manipulated her giant orbs. 

Cecilia was grasping at the grass for something to hang on to as she felt her climax building yet again. Her pussy walls began to constrict around John's throbbing cock as she threw her head back and howled. 

John could feel her juice run down and over his balls. He pulled away from his treats to watch this magnificent woman in the throws of orgasm. He picked up his pace feeling wave after wave with each stroke. He was so caught up in her that he took himself to the edge without meaning to. He had wanted to prolong this wonderful encounter but now he felt the boiling and knew it was too late. He pulled his hard cock from its sheath just as he felt his sperm reaching the tip. He grabbed his meat in one hand jerking it as he crawled over Cecilia. She opened her eyes just in time to see his seed spill over her swollen, heaving chest.

Shot after shot of the hot liquid hit her tits. John moaned as each one fell on target. He loved the look of those beautiful melons coated in his cum. When he had shot his last he took his hard cock and ran it through the rivers of white, creaminess on her breasts. He smeared his cum over every inch as she brought her tits together to wrap around his softening organ. 

When he was sure they were completely covered, John collapsed in the grass next to Cecilia totally spent. He pulled her close and absently traced her nipple with his fingertip as they cuddled in the grass. Nothing was said as the two lovers enjoyed the afternoon warmth. John vowed he would not stay away so long this time.



Mrs. Adleson Pt. 01



She was Mrs. Adleson to me then, hell, I guess she still is. I think she goes by Margery to her friends. I've thought she was hot since I was a kid (I'm in my late 20's now). She's probably in her mid to late forties now but still very attractive. I don't know how many times I've fantasized about her over the years but I've never let on. I've always been polite and courteous to her and I'm sure she will always think of me as that sweet little boy who used to drink lemonade with her and her husband on the porch after mowing their yard once a week every summer so long ago.

When I worked in the grocery store as a teenager she would come in. I would follow her to the milk aisle because the cold air from the cooler would make her nipples hard, poking through her blouse.

I get excited even now just watching her work her flower garden from across the street at my parents house, bending over to pull weeds, inviting my eyes to dance along her beautiful cleavage. She notices me and waves, I wave back with a smile. If she only knew. She would be so disappointed with me.

I visit my parents once a week and always check to see if Mrs. Adleson is outside which she usually is. The times she's not, my visits are longer because I linger hoping she'll venture out.

The reason for visiting today is my dad needs help getting rid of an old stump in the back yard. We waited until late so it wouldn't be so hot but it's still a sauna out here. Halfway through the job we decide to call it a night to finish up tomorrow.

I go to the front porch to cool off. Sitting there in another world.

"Are you thirsty?" It's Mrs. Adleson in one of her classic flowery dresses that go to the knees showing her calves.

"Thank you Mrs Adleson. Quite thirsty."

"It's really sweet of you to help your parents out the way you do. You're a good son."

"Thanks. That's sweet of you to say." She wouldn't think I was so sweet if she knew I was checking her curves out in that tight-fitting dress. I feel under-dressed. She always dresses so nice, even to do yard work. I'm sitting here wearing a tank top, a sweaty pair of shorts, and tennis shoes.

I notice a bra strap barely peeking through the shoulder of her dress. I think it's black. Jesus, I never would have dreamed she would wear a black bra. I look further down and I can see a nipple trying to pierce the fabric of her dress.

I don't know how long I stared at it before coming to reality and realizing we haven't said anything in over a minute. I look up. She has a shocked look on her face, eyes huge, and mouth open as if trying to say something but not being able to. I thought she caught me staring at her tits until I follow her gaze. She's looking at my crotch. I look down. Holy shit! My dick had somehow worked its way out of one of the legs of my shorts and is now bobbing in the air as hard as a rock for the whole world to see. Staring at it for a moment in disbelief I look up at Mrs. Adleson with the same expression on her face.

She drops her glass, shattering on the steps. "I've got to go."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know..." trying to work it back in my shorts.

"It's okay. Just nature I guess. I've really got to go!"

Oh my gawd. Mrs. Adleson has seen my stuff. What a nightmare. Shit, I hope she doesn't tell my parents. It would kill them.

She's running back to her house. She must think I'm a perv. Going inside without a glance back she slams the door. I wonder if Mr. Adleson will emerge to have a talk with me or maybe even to whip my ass?

Waiting for thirty or so minutes nobody emerges from their house. I can't take it anymore and head to her front door. Knocking, I get no reply, no answer. I finally give up with the weight of the situation on my shoulders feeling heavy enough to crush me.

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I walk across the street into my parents yard. It's almost dark now. The crickets are chirping happily, no clue of what I just did to the neighbor. I get in my car and put the key in the ignition without turning it. Sitting frozen for a moment, I pull the key back out. I better say bye to my parents or they will get worried. Heading up the steps to the front door, I turn around and head back to Mrs. Adlesons.

Fuck it. I wont be able to sleep tonight. I've got to make her understand this was an accident. That I'm not a pervert. I get to her front door and just as my hand is hovering in the knock position I hear a muffled argument inside. She must have told Mr. Adleson and they are disagreeing on what to do about it.

Instead of knocking I decide to check things out before proceeding. Walking very lithely, I creep to each window flanking the door. I can see through the crack in the curtains in one of the windows. Mr. Adleson sits in his recliner, watching TV, eating popcorn, the only light coming from the television giving him a faint blue glow and strobe effect while he eats. The arguing I heard earlier must have been the television. Not a care in the world from the looks of it. She must not have told him. My curiosity is killing me now. What is she doing?

Checking each window until I see her in the one behind the house. This is the kitchen. I've peeked in these windows many times growing up hoping to catch her in the middle of changing clothes. She's chopping cucumbers on a wooden panel by the sink, very slowly and carefully with a worried look on her face.

I stop watching and rest my back on the wall by the window, sliding down to the ground. I don't know what to do. She won't answer the door. I can't leave just yet. I have to make sure she's okay.

The sounds of the crickets and frogs usually bring me peace, but tonight it seems like they are mocking me.

I can't sit here all night. I stand back up scraping my back on the window seal. At the moment I look back in, Mrs. Adelson cuts her thumb with the knife, jerking and dropping the knife in the sink, she places it in her mouth, saying something angrily under her breath. I've never seen her mad before. Hell, I've never seen her in any other mood but happy for that matter.

She checks the cut on her thumb already bleeding again and turns the faucet to clean it. Her hand hits a large pot, knocking it over into the sink, splashing soapy water all over her. Angry to the point of tears she removes the wet hair from her face cursing some more. Looking down at her drenched dress clinging to her body she stomps her foot and starts unbuttoning it in the back.

I can't believe this. I've been fantasizing about this since I was a kid, and here she is stripping in front of me unknowingly. Just moments ago I felt like I was in hell, now I'm in Heaven.

Loosening the top of her dress completely in the back, she slides the front down her arms until it's dangling from her waist, exposing large, full, breast, covered only by a thin black bra. It's so tight, that her skin pooches over the edges. Her skin glistens from the soapy water that worked it's way through the fabric.

Sticking her thumbs under the cloth on each side of her waist she works her dress down and over her hips with some trouble. I never noticed how tight her dresses really were, I mean I knew they were snug, but she really has to work to simply get it off.

Once past her waist it falls to the floor with ease. My view now is remarkable. Standing in front of the sink in her black bra and panties. Her milky skin a big contrast to the black fabric.

I hear thunder in the distance. She doesn't seem to hear it. Her left hand on her left hip, the other rubbing her slippery belly, apparently contemplating what to do next.

Grabbing a small towel from beside the sink, she dries her face, then her chest and stomach. She stops, sets the towel back on the counter, puts her thumbs under the straps on the sides of her panties and pushes them down her legs. I can see her pussy, I'll be damned if it's not shaved bare, but it is. She shaves her pussy, bald.

Standing up straight she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra and pulls it off like she did the dress. Her beautiful plump breast look relieved, like they can breath again. The indention of the bra leaving red marks in her skin. As soon as the air makes contact, her nipples grow hard. She is a thing of beauty, just like I knew she would be.

Grabbing the towel again she goes back to the task of drying off. Her tits jiggle with each movement, and bounce when she wipes them. Dabbing her muff, she moves down each leg until she's dry.

Pushing down on the top of the bottle by the faucet she squeezes a small blob of lotion into her palm which she rubs up and down her arms. She squeezes another and this time messages it onto her legs. She rubs another onto her tits, making them nice and shiny. She starts at the base and squeezes them all the way until finishes with her nipples in a pinching motion, then repeats several times.

Rubbing some more onto her belly in circular motions, she moves back and forth between her breast and her crotch until she focus' on her crotch. Messaging under and over her pussy until she brushes her clit. With almost a look of guilt she scans the kitchen for Mr. Adelson, which I figure is asleep on the recliner by now (by god. I hope he is, I would hate for him to walk in and ruin this.) Biting her bottom lip, she touches her clit again and shudders. Flicking it the next time, she exhales, and begins rubbing it.

My luck is usually terrible, but today it is incredible. I can't believe I'm witnessing this. The fantasy of my childhood being realized at this very moment.

Finally, more comfortable with the situation, she rubs harder and begins pinching her nipple with the other hand, working her clit faster.

Breathing harder, her eyebrows furrowed as she removes her hand from her breast and places it under the other, slipping one finger inside her wet pussy. It's really wet, I can see her finger glistening in the light each time she pulls it out.

She's so beautiful and hot. I never knew what she saw in Mr. Adleson. Very average, bald spot, overbite, with a little build and sleight gut, but she has always seemed happy around him, happy and cheerful. That's the luck isn't it. Some guys have it all and for no reason.

Instead of rubbing her clit, she uses those fingers to spread herself open still pumping her pussy with the other, now with two fingers. Man, she's working it now, I wish I could hear her. I bet I could even hear her pussy, it's so wet. I see a long string of her wetness hanging down from her middle finger about a foot or so before it breaks and drops to the floor. Damn, this is hot.

I realize I have a massive hard on. Well of course I do. It's already trying to free itself from my shorts again. Come to think of it, that's what started all this, at least I think it is. She's either masturbating because my exposed cock turned her on, or she's doing it because it's how she deals with stress. I hope it was the first one. But either way it all started with my dick escaping my shorts.

The storm builds in intensity. The sounds of the crickets and frogs is replaced by wind and distant thunder. Now, I can very faintly hear Mrs. Adleson, moaning through the glass. Pumping her hips back and forth as her fingers move in and out of her wet pussy. Spreading her legs as far as she can standing up, she gives up and sits on the floor, pulling one leg up straight until her knee is by her face, still working her pussy with her other hand.

She's really getting worked up. Lifting her pelvis a couple of feet off the floor, then back again. She looks around frantically, reaching up for the countertop, fumbling around not being able to see what she's grabbing. Picking up a spoon, she looks at the handle, then throws it aside. Reaching up again and finding nothing. Frustrated she pulls her other hand out of her pussy and gets up on her knees, looking over the counter. With nothing else the right size she grabs the lotion bottle, placing it in her mouth, then returning to her original position on the floor. Coating the rounded part of the bottle with spit, she inserts it slowly into her cunt. Getting it about halfway in she grows impatient and pushes it the rest of the way.

Bucking around on the floor, pumping that bottle in and out of her, she looks wild. Reaching up to the sink again, grabbing another pot from the sink, it's entire contents of soapy water all over her. She grabs the dish soap off the floor and squeezes it onto her, with her free hand rubbing it all over her tits, stomach, hair, face, pussy, everywhere, while still fucking herself frantically with her other hand.

She's really going crazy now. She wants to cum so bad. It's been awhile, I bet. She's getting really loud now. I don't see how her husband doesn't wake up. I peek through the other window, nope, still asleep. Wow, heavy sleeper doesn't know what he's missing. Thank gawd.

When I look back in her window, she has a new expression on her face. I know that look. She's about to cum. She's rubbing her clit with one hand and pumping her pussy with the bottle. Her rhythm has changed from before.

Stopping, she places both feet up on the counter raising her ass up to the cabinet handle. All that's touching the floor now is her shoulders, back of her neck and head. She's upside down, pussy aimed to the ceiling. What the hell is she doing? She inserts the bottle back inside her, pushing it all the way in and back out really fast. Her gorgeous soapy tits are bouncing off her face now, her dark wet hair spread all over the kitchen. Damn, she's hot. So sexy.

Looking down, I didn't realize but I already have my dick out and stroking it from tip to base. I'm about to cum too.

Working the bottle at a furious pace milky liquid seeps from her pussy dripping down her stomach and breast. With one last push she shoves it in as far as she can then pulls it out. Arching her back, her pelvis upward so that the fountain of white liquid hits her in the face and tits. Holy Shit!!

Her lust for herself puts me over the edge. I can't contain myself. My cock is throbbing. I erupt, spraying the screen and window.

By now it's started raining. I don't care if I get soaked. I can't get enough of this. Four more burst shoot from her pussy, each one hitting her in the face, tits, and stomach as she pumps the air with her pelvis with each squirt. It's even in her hair. When she's finished cumming she pulls her feet off the counter, sliding down completely to the floor, rubbing the liquid into her skin from pussy to face, licking from her hands and pinching her nipples. Her breathing begins to slow as her thrashing becomes a gentle squirm. Putting two fingers deep into her cunt, she slides them out and places them in her mouth where she sucks them clean until she appears to fall asleep with them still in her mouth.

I almost wonder if she is okay, but I can faintly see her rising up and down as she breaths. I watch her for along time before I realize my whole body is pressed against the window with my shorts down to my ankles. If someone happened to notice me through the rain from the road they would think I'm a perv which I very well am I suppose. I quickly pull them back up cum still dripping from my bobbing dick. Shoving it into my shorts I take a quick look around...the neighborhood seems almost deserted except for the occasional light from a distant house.

When I look back in the window, she's gone. All that's left is the soapy water and her cum on the floor. Fuck, I hope she didn't see me in the window. It's pretty dark out here but the lightning could have given me away. I better get out of here. Horny and worried at the same time I run back to my parents house. No time to tell them goodbye. I jump in my car, start it up, and haul ass. 

Not remembering the drive back home I sit in my driveway thinking about the past couple of hours, so surreal. The fear of being seen by Mrs Aldleson or anybody for that matter is diminishing with with each passing moment, would've heard something by now I'm pretty sure. My cell remains quite. Turning the keys, the car grows still and silent. The rain has slowed but remains steady.

to be continued...



Mrs. Aiyer



This Story dates back to almost 10 years. We had a South Indian Neighbors Mr & Mrs.. Aiyer. Mr. Aiyer worked in a Bank & Mrs. Aiyer was a housewife. Mr. Aiyer was a Tamil Brahmin & very orthodox. Unfortunately despite 10 yrs of marriage they did not have any issue.

Mrs.. Aiyer was tall, say 5'6" and had nice body. Her eyes were of light color, making her look sexier. She had nice figure, towards plumpish side. 38-32-36. Her breasts were high on her chest which was not common. Her ass was plump and jiggled as she walked. She had nice style of walking. As she walked her boobs bounced and made our eyes go up and down with this. She always wears tight sari & blouse. The way she wears them her boobs and ass just protrude out. I was often tempted to touch them and feel them. I am sure she can seduce any man with her sexy looks. She was a sexy doll!

Being neighbors we often used to talk & exchanged smiles while passing. I had always felt an invitation in her eyes but never had courage to make any advances as it was matter of neighborhood & also I was under watchful eyes of my wife.

I still remember it was a long weekend with Friday a holiday & Saturday & Sunday my off days. Lady luck smiled on me on that long weekend. Mr. Aiyer had gone to Chennai & my wife was away to my Brother In Law house. I was alone at home & making tea when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Mrs.. Aiyer standing there. Alarm bell rang in my head, I knew if I had to go for the kill today was the day.

Mrs.. Aiyer invited me for dinner, as my wife is not at home. I immediately accepted & offered her to have tea with me, as I am making same. She sat on the sofa in drawing room & I went in kitchen to get tea.

While handing over tea mug to her I intentionally let the mug fall in such a way that some of tea fell on her Blouse. She cried out and got up making me fall with the tray. All the mugs fell to the floor and I fell on the hot spilled tea.

I immediately got up & taking handkerchief from my pocket tried to help Mrs.. Aiyer to wipe stain over her blouse, in turn feeling her firm Boobs. To my surprise she didn’t object & let me feel her in process of wiping. I offered to apply Burnol & went to my bedroom to get the ointment. As I turned back after taking the Burnol from cabinet I found Mrs.. Aiyer standing behind me. She had unbuttoned top two buttons of her blouse her paloo was fallen and her breasts were clearly visible and bulged out more than half.

The moment was decisive; we were staring at each other, our eyes locked. And then next thing I knew our lips met. We started kissing tenderly at first. Our tenderness melted into rage of hungry wolves attacking at there pray. She was a tigress cut loose from her cage. She grabbed me and attacked me with her lips. Reciprocating every twist of my tongue inside her mouth with her own twist of tongue. The heat was already on into our mouths and the saliva tasted like some love portion from heaven. My kissing was arousing her more and more and she was beginning to clasp the hair on the back of my head. The breathing was heavy and we felt every breath of each other. The heat generated in the mouth was boiling hot and Mrs.. Aiyer was making sounds of pleasure.

Now she was really feeling the heat and I could feel that from her rubbing her legs. I made her lay on the bed & began by moving my finger tips from her lips touching her stomach, navel and the middle of her breast on the way. I moved closer and turning her head kissed her right ear & began licking her ear and her body kept moving like a snake and leaping up once in a while, I could feel the heat of her body. I kept sucking her ears and lips fully into my mouth. Her legs were wriggling in excitement and her sari was half out and one side of her leg was visible till her thigh. Her left hand was moving over her breast in excitement and in between she even had her hand moving towards her cunt from within her sari and petticoat.

Now moving my palm onto her breasts I started caressing her breasts the nipples were hard and the full breasts bursting, my hand moved down to her navel and she urged me to suck her breasts and navel. I started sucking her nipples through her blouse. My mouth cupped her breasts fully and I clasped my teeth gently around her nipples and moved up at the same time. I moved over to her left and now took the same action on her right breast. The sari she was wearing was half out because of her movements and turning her over I unhooked her blouse with my teeth. The white bra strap was left untouched she helped her blouse out and there it was her cleavage a full and fabulous sight. I kissed her cleavage licked her valley and pushed her bra upwards with my teeth, I repeated cupping her breasts in my mouth and moving up with my teeth gently around her nipple. The bra was fitting her tight and I pulled and pushed at it until half of her breasts were in and the other half out. I licked the outside part of her melon and the green veins were firming up with every lick, because of the tightness of the bra, I loosened her bra from under her back and took it aside with my teeth. Now I had her boobs in my full view and they were waiting to be worked upon red with the veins full of blood moving in either direction. I cupped her tits into my mouth while I tortured her right nipple with my fingers my rhythmic tongue action made her scream AAAAaaagggg AAAAaaagggg and her body was moving in all directions I continued relentlessly at her tits shifting from left to right and right to left just then she groaned in excitement and I knew she was Cumming.

I pushed her sari off and inserted my fingers into the valley of love feeling her. She had her legs wide open wanting me to explore her valley, the wetness showed on her petticoat. I lowered her and undid her petticoat with my teeth and pulled it down, next I took her cream colored panty in my mouth and started dragging it out she helped me and I pulled it down too, while pulling I looked upwards and saw the most heavenly sight a clean, wet and red hot pussy the scanty vegetation gave her cunt a swollen look. I moved up and continued my work on her breasts, sucked the rim of her tits every inch moving in all direction and my sucking left a cherry red mark on the rim of her nipple. She helped me remove my T Shirt & Shorts (I was not wearing underwear) and thus my rock hard cock was out in a flash and it was twitching in anticipation.

Mrs.. Aiyer rose to take a peek at my rock hard strong cock and made a sign that she wanted to suck it. I stood up and she came forward to envelop my hammer into her mouth she kept moving her tongue over and over it while I was groaning in desires and excitement. After a few minutes of absolute magic I directed my cock into her eyes, ears and nose and she kept groaning all the time. Her red-hot clit was twitching and her crack, now opened & was inviting, wasting no time I headed towards her cunt. I licked every drop of her juice and started my exploration of her cunt. My tongue found its way into the deepest possible part of her fruit and I started sucking her cunt like I suck grapes, leaving the skin and sucking the juice out. She was moving her ass up and down in excitement and her hands were pushing my head deeper into her valley. I kept sucking as if there was no tomorrow, my head was buried in her valley and she was now making sounds of a cry, cry of sex, cry of pleasure, cry of pain, cry of heaven. Mrs.. Aiyer had tears in her eyes and she turned herself over and urged me to fuck her. Please fuck me she said Please do it. Naveen please fuck me, I wanted her to wait a bit more and instead of fucking her clasped her boobs together and tried fucking her there, she would have none of it and once again with her legs spread like east and west begged me to enter her valley I moved down and anxious as she was rose to guide my hammer into her valley once in she heaved a sigh of desire. I made my moves slowly and picked up pace, the pace was driving her mad and she clasped my head in a groan and kissed and licked every inch of my face while I was in motion. Her ass moved up and down in motion giving me a rhythm and we kept banging each other for eternity. After having sweated every drop from my body my hammer wanted to explode, the explosion took time because the previous night I had shacked in a fantasy. As I screamed about my explosion she shouted don’t come in, as I was to come she rose pushed me and came over me in a 69 and gobbled up my cock into her mouth. she even gulped my cum as I was licking her cunt which was wet once again. I licked every drop of her sweet cum and my rod was deep into her throat she swallowed every drop she could.

Mrs.. . Aiyer started kissing me on the neck, lips, well, everywhere she could. When we had calmed down, I got up, got out blankets and covered us up. Next thing I knew, Mrs.. Aiyer fell asleep in my arms. I lay there thinking about had happened and how much more will happen. My wife was not coming back till Sunday evening & we had full 2-1/2 day and we had only been there for 2 hour only.

Both of us fell asleep in each other’s arms. When my eyes opened I saw of the watch it was 6:00 PM in the afternoon. Mrs. Aiyer was lying next still sleeping; I 

was overcome with her beauty. Her beautiful face was angelic. She was naked under the blanket and her nipples were peeking out from under the blanket, the perfectly shaped breasts looked very inviting to me. I could not resist placing my hand on one, softly kneading it with the palm of my hand, feeling her nipple harden from my touch. I took the nipple and pinched it between my fingers as I continued my massage her breast. A soft, sleepy moan escaped from lips, but she was not awake. I bent my head down, and placed my lips for a light, sensuous kiss of love. Mrs.. Aiyer lips parted slightly as I moistened Mrs.. Aiyer lips with my tongue, and then kissed Mrs.. Aiyer again.

I did not want her to wake up yet, but I could not resist. I moved to her neck, kissing it just below the ear, and nibbled ever so slightly on ear lobe. As softly as I could, my lips moved around neck, feeling soft, smooth skin. I allowed my hand to roam down side, pushing the sheet down, revealing more of her body. I continued, rubbing, massaging her hip, and moving my hand up to the side of her chest.

She began to stir; not yet awake, but becoming sensitive and aware of my touch. I took my finger to her lips, touched them and then ran them down the chin, to neck, between her breasts, down to her perfect flat stomach. I flattened my hand and rubbed my hand across skin, admiring perfection. I kissed her belly and then to hip, kissing it and massaging it together. I ran my hand underneath and took her ass into my hand, pulling her closer to me, my erection touching her. I moved back up to chest and kissed her nipple, already hardened, and then took it between my teeth and massaged it with my tongue. Next, I moved to the other and took it into my mouth, enjoying the taste. 

I looked up to and saw that her eyes were now open she was smiling at me. She pulled my face to and kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining, wrestling with one another. Then she rolled over and got on top of me, her legs straddling me, my hardness trapped between our bodies, her chest pushed into mine, and our lips locked.

She began to move kissing down to my chin, onward to my neck, and then to my chest, she began to tease my nipples. She took one between her teeth, nibbling and kissing it at the same time, while her hand’s teased the other. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my leg, getting more wet with each movement.

She continued kissing down my body, maintaining contact between her pussy and my leg, down to my rock hard cock. She took it into her hand and slowly moved hand up and down my shaft, then to my balls when she began to take me into her mouth. She just took in the head of it and began to suck and lick it with her tongue, concentrating only on the crown of my cock. She began to rotate her lips around, still licking and still sucking, the intensity was driving me over the edge. She concentrated on the very sensitive ridge around the head with her tongue. I bucked my hips, trying to get further inside her mouth, but she would not allow it, enjoying the feeling of control she had over me. She was driving me nuts.

Then she once again took me out of her mouth, blew a warm breath on me. She moved up & reached out for her lips with mine, and she placed her mouth into mine. As we started to kiss, I held Mrs.. Aiyer tighter and wrapped my other arm completely around. We must have laid for about 10/15 minutes when Mrs.. Aiyer suggested that we take a bath together.

Her lips met mine repeatedly as we made our way into the bathroom room. I open the tap of the tub slid into bathtub. She followed me & sit between my legs with her back to me, leaning back into me. I put my arms around her and the two of us just relax in the water. I start massaging her breasts and nipples, and kissing her neck. I can feel she is totally relaxed and absorbing the pleasure I am provide. One of my hands moves between her legs, gently massaging her inner thighs. Slowly I move my hand to her pussy, just brushing against the labia, never penetrating at all. One finger pushes in, just slightly, working the slit, up and down. She is mine now, completely engulfed in pleasure. I continue to work my finger, then two, then three, into her pussy, teasing her. My cock is starting to hardened now, pressing against her back.

I reach for the sponge, which had surfaced between her legs, and proceeded to scrub her neck, shoulders and breasts.

Gently scrubbing her back, till it was covered in foam, I could feel that's she was getting quite relaxed, because she was sliding further down in the bath, and light murmurs of delight were being issued from her lips.

"You are so good" she whispered to me

"Thank you"

"Its time I repaid you for doing my back, pass me the sponge".

I handed back the sponge, I couldn't see what she was planning, but it wasn't long before I felt her hands stroking the inside of my thighs. 

"Is that good?" she asked

"Oh yesss" I said, feeling her hands getting closer to my aching balls.

With my fingertips I drew circles on her back, getting wider so eventually I was stroking her sides. I slipped my hands round to her breast as she took my balls in her hands.

She leant back, so she was resting on my chest, all the time caressing my balls. I started to gently squeeze her breasts, teasing her nipples with my fingers.

Finding a clear spot on her neck, I placed a kiss, and moved my mouth toward her ear, so I could nibble on her ear lobes.

I want you to fuck me now, she said.

I removed my hands from her breast and pussy, raised her by her hips and gently lowered her on my cock, which was now standing to attention. With Mrs. Aiyer holding on to the edge of the bath, I slowly inserted my hard member in to her wet hole, lowering Mrs.. Aiyer an inch at a time, "This is sooo good," she said

I dropped her the last couple of inches, so that her pussy was finally impaled upon my cock.

She started to rotate her hips, her pussy tightening around my pole. I could feel it squeezing my cock, and it's a sensation I would never forget, with my hands now free, I returned them to both her breasts and her clitoris, stroking both, keeping in time with Mrs.. Aiyer. 

Leaning against me, she started to slide up and down, taking the full length of my cock. With her back and my chest well soaped, we moved easily, I could reach her neck and ears with my tongue and proceeded to lick and kiss both of them.

Mrs.. Aiyer breathing started to quicken as she moved up and down faster, her eyelids fluttering, as she seems to be close to Cumming. 

"Oh god...oh god... oh god" were the only sounds to come from her lips.

I continued to rub her clitoris, applying a firmer pressure, with my other hand, I pinched her nipple hard.

Her pussy tightens around my cock and held it as she orgasm. As the experience subsided, she relaxed on top of me, releasing her hold on my cock, 

"That was so good" she whispered.

As Mrs.. Aiyer stood up to get out of the bath, she noticed my cock was still standing to attention.

"We can't have that poor thing standing around, but you will appreciate that coming inside me is risky. 

She stepped out of the bath and held her hand out to me. I took her hand and got out of the bath.

Reaching for a towel, I draped it over her shoulders and started to rub her dry, taking extra care with her breasts and pussy, softly patting them.

Mrs.. Aiyer then took the towel from my hands and started to dry me, from the neck down, to my balls and then kneeling in front of me, she took my cock with both hands and guided it toward her mouth. With her lips around the tip of my cock, she sucked gently, slowly feeding the whole of my cock in to her warm mouth, wrapping her tongue around it. Sliding her hands up my legs till she reached my ass, she held me in position, squeezing my cheeks. I reached down to her hair and held a handful. Moving her head backward and forward along the length of my shaft. 

With each suction, I could feel my cock grow harder. I lowered my hand to Mrs.. Aiyer breast and squeezed each breast in turn. 

Releasing her hair, I bent down and pulled her up, kiss her upon her lips and turned her around. Mrs.. Aiyer seemed to guess what I wanted and leant forward across the bath, spreading her legs. Her breasts were dipping in to the bubbles still on the surface of the water, her nipples bursting them. I stood behind her, and with my cock in my hand I pointed it toward her pussy. Gently inserting the tip, 

I slowly guided my cock back in to the warm wet pussy, sliding it in deeper, deeper, deeper, till my balls were hard up against her clitoris.

As I started to pull back slowly, Mrs.. Aiyer moved her ass toward me. Not wanting to let go of my cock.

I thrust hard in to her, causing her to arch her back, taking her by complete surprised. Kissing the nape of her neck and reaching round to cup her breasts in each of my hands, I pumped my cock deeply into her pussy, thrusting harder, deeper and faster with each movement of my hips. Mrs.. Aiyer moved her ass in time with me, not letting me totally withdraw my cock.

Her pussy alternately held and released my cock with each thrust, squeezing it as tight as she could. Her eyes started to flutter, and her breathing quickened a sure sign she was close to cumming.

I kept up my steady pounding of her wet warm hole, continuing to thrust deeply with each stroke. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vice, as Gill orgasm.

I could feel my release was close to hand, thrusting faster I felt my balls tighten, and then I took it out just in time as it exploded shooting out all over her ass & legs.

My semen mixed with her juices was now flowing down her legs. I picked up the towel and passed it over to her.

We came back to bed room & Mrs.. Aiyer changed to my wife’s bathrobe. She went to kitchen & heated the left over in the fridge. We ate our diner & exhausted fall in sleep in each other arms.

The first thing I noticed as I slowly woke up was that something felt very good. As I became more conscious I realized that Mrs. Aiyer was between my legs with my cock in her mouth. Her lips were closed around the base very tightly. She wasn't really doing anything; it was just in her mouth, lying on her tongue. I lay there awake, not having opened my eyes yet, content enough not to make any movements or utter a word. My cock was very warm in her mouth. 

Slowly she began to massage the bottom of the shaft with her tongue, my cock responding with a twitch. As I grew thicker and thicker the head started swelling and pressing its way to the back of her throat. Her lips began inching there way up my cock, keeping me deep in her hot mouth. She then took her mouth off my cock & moved to my balls, sticking her tongue out and began licking them softly, first tracing a line right up the middle of them, from where they come out of my body between my legs. The skin began getting wrinkly, my balls tightening up, lifting themselves up, and allowing her to continue lower, down to the skin between balls and butt hole. She was kissing, massaging, & tickling with her tongue I lay there, eyes closed, hands clenched, humping my hips, gasping and moaning, begging her not to stop. 




Mrs. Aiyer



Moans of pleasure were coming from deep inside me. Oh god, this felt so good I thought. Suddenly she stopped and looked up. "Did you like that?" she said softly still licking the moisture from her lips. "Oh, that felt real good," I answered. "Would you like to touch me now?" she quietly asked & gently pulled me forward. 

I got down between her legs and put my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs back and apart. From this vantage I had a wonderful view, with the prominent clit peeking out of the fold at the top of her cunt, and the moist lips pulled open and that juicy hole and that puckered rosy asshole. 

I sucked each of her pussy lips into my mouth and slid my tongue under them. After a couple minutes of working up and down and side to side, I started running the tip of my tongue around the opening of her cunt, just barely inside. I'd do that a couple of times then push my tongue into that hot, wet, drooling hole as far as it would go. I was sucking and licking at the cream that came out of that hot cunt. 

Then I decided to try something different. I lowered my head and licked in one long slow swipe that dipped gently across her anus, gently into her cunt and wound up as tickle of her clit. Her hips jerked. I worked my thumb into her cunt. This was easy because she was so soaking wet. Then I licked across the bottom of her cunt, tickling the skin between their and her asshole. Then I worked further down and delicately rimmed her puckered anus. I used lots of saliva and licked in a circle. 

"Oh, my," she moaned. "Oh this is so nice".

She pressed the back of my head with her hands. I pushed my tongue in and she just groaned. Then I worked my way back up to her cunt and licked there while I pulled the thumb out of her cunt and gently worked it into her asshole. She moaned again and started wiggling her hips in a circle. I worked the thumb slowly while I moved my tongue up to flick across her clit, faster and faster. I kept drooling on my thumb to keep it wet and slick and worked it deeper into her asshole. 

Pretty soon I was "fucking" her asshole with my thumb. I then worked a couple of fingers into her soaking cunt and continued the fucking motion while I worked on her clit. When I took the nub gently in my teeth and lashed it with my tongue she came again. After a minute or so she pushed me away and pulled me up next to her. We kissed and she just lay there recovering.

We hadn't been lying there long when she murmured, some what shyly, "Will you fuck me in the back?" 

To which I replied, "The back...?" 

"Yes, my... ass," she replied. "I've never had it there before and you've got me wanting it. I want you in there. Now." 

She rolled over on her stomach.

Well she didn't need to ask me twice. I started at her neck, licking and sucking and massaging down her back until I came to the marvelous swells of her butt. I teased into and around that crack with my tongue, occasionally nipping with my teeth at each cheek. Then I pressed her legs apart and cupped her pussy from behind to pull her up to a kneeling position with her head and upper chest flat on the bed and her beautiful butt elevated. Her crack was open and I could see the saliva soaked pucker of her ass and her dripping cunt and the erect clit peeking out from its hood of flesh. 

I started licking at the clit, then working my way back up to her asshole. She moaned and creamed some more. Once again, I started working my tongue in circles around and into the pucker of her ass using lot of saliva to keep it wet. Soon I began to work my thumb in again to get her opened up. 

"Do it!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass now. Put that in me. Please. Now!"

I got off the bed and reached for cream. She then applied a lot of cream to my cock, and bending over, she told me to apply some to her anus. I oiled her butt hole and teased my index finger tip into it. My fingertip went in with out too much difficulty, she moaned and I withdrew my fingertip. I took up position behind her, as she stood bent over. Finally I placed the head of my cock in her asshole and gently pushed. 

She groaned, "Yessssss." and I continued until the head was in."Am I hurting you " I asked. Her response was to push back with her hips, sinking my cock deeper into the hot tight canal of her ass and moaning even more. She moved her hips in a slow circle and it slid in all the way to the balls. I pulled back slowly until only the head remained in her. I rubbed some more of cream on my cock and slid it all the way back into her in one long, smooth thrust. 

She screamed, "Yess. Fuck me now!" 

And I did. Slowly building up the speed and strength of my thrusts over the next few minutes until I was pounding her butt with my hips. This could not continue. I reached around and grabbed her left tit and started to tug on it while I rubbed her clit with the other hand. 

I could feel her asshole grip my cock spasmodically as I emptied my balls into her ass. There was spurt after spurt as I pulsed and pulsed into that hot clinging hole. It was amazing.

I continued to fuck her slowly until my cock was too limp to continue and then I slowly pulled it out. We both collapsed on the bed. We cuddled for a while with her head on my shoulder; frequently kissing running our hands up and down each other’s bodies. I got up and brought in a warm washcloth and gently wiped her cunt and ass and the sweat off her chest and neck. Then I cleaned myself up and returned to bed, holding her again. 

She smiled and looked up at me and said, "We have to do this again. Soon. I thought it would hurt so much, but it didn't .

I pressed my fingertips to her lips to gently silence her.

"You're right," I agreed. "It was the best I've ever had. And you were hot and uncontrolled and I loved it. We'll do it again soon, but now I need a little rest. Can it wait till later?"

"Absolutely," she whispered. " Wait till you see how I'm going to prepare you!" 

I went to bathroom, finished my routine jobs & a refreshing bath. After I came out she went in and spent maybe 50 minutes in there. When she came out she was dressed in her Sari. As it was time for the maid to come in she left smiling with a promise to come back as soon the maid left.

I kept remembering what happened the night before & then the doorbell rang. Maid came in & went about with her cleaning job. Dreaming about the past 18 Hrs I don’t know when I fall asleep. When maid was leaving she knocked at bedroom door & I saw it was past 12 in the afternoon. I locked the door, walked out & rang her doorbell. I heard her come to the door and felt she peaked out through the eye spy on the door before she opened it.

She was dressed in a sexy see through sari and whole of the body, her huge breasts, her large ass her curvaceous waist her lovely hips, all could be seen through this lovely transparent sari. Her blouse was very low. Her hairs were open. 

"Vow, You are a goddess” I said as I stepped in & locked the door. 

Soon we were on the table. It seemed so right.. just the two of us. She served me and then filled her plate. She seemed very happy. 

Taking my plate in bid to start a conversation I asked her "Are...are you happy in our marriage?

Mrs.. Aiyer was surprised by the question. 

"I...I don't know. I...I guess I am," 

After a long pause she again said He is not a very romantic guy, "Our sex life hasn't been what it should be. My entire life has been dedicated towards the family, whenever, he would fuck me, it would him pushing his cock in me, without any prior foreplay, kissing or hugging. I was a just hole for him. During these years, I can count the number of times that I came with him. I could have never thought that my life would all of a sudden be full of joy again.

I’m sorry. "but I’m scared of this thing”. I’ want to make love to you ,Just I am scared of it."

"Can I trust you?" I asked

She smiled & said "You’re as frightened as I am” & she pulled my shoulders back into my chair and kissed my cheek whispered in my ear, "I love you, Naveen."

"I love you too."

When lunch was over, we went into the bedroom and she brought a glass of flavored milk with honey. She sat next to me and started chatting. She was a different Mrs.. Aiyer I knew, she was open and was telling how relieved she was feeling today.

I started licking her bare back. Her blouse is very much low and showing the entire back without bra. I licked cleanly her entire back and enormous shoulders she is showing. I kissed her ears and licked them too. 

She got entirely heated up. I held her hips and caressed it. Then slowly I raised my hands to her boobs. I felt like this is the loveliest thing I have ever touched. Her sari pallu fell out of its place by now. I licked her cheeks and chin and slowly moved to her lips. I kissed her hard on her mouth and crushed hard her boobs. “Her buxom boobs.” I drank her saliva and she responded heavily. Then our hot breaths and bodies collided heavily.

"Ooh, I loved and waited for this moment for so many years." She shouted in joy. 

I started kissing her stomach, and waist. I slowly undressed her .

Oh God, please.." she moaned… "Please what?" , I asked, smiling at her.

"Please lick my pussy!!," she said in a lust filled voice. 

I kissed my way back up her legs until I was at her mound. Sticking out my tongue, I slowly licked her from her bottom all the way up to her clit!! She groaned loudly. Slowly I sucked each of her pussy lips into my mouth, gently chewing on each one. Using my fingers, I opened her lips and licked her softly. Slowly I licked my way down to her opening and started probing her with my tongue. Probing and probing!!

"Oh Naveen," she moaned over and over. She was raising her hips up to meet my face. I moved up and sucked her clit into my mouth, gently biting down on it. "Oh fuck," she yelled as orgasm hit her!! She caught my head between her thighs in a vice like grip as her whole body shook with the intense orgasm. 

I moved up to lay beside her. My face was glistening with her juices. She leaned over and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. Mmmmmmmmmmm, she said.

We lay there in each other's arms enjoying the feel of each other. Not saying a word, just enjoying the feeling of our bodies next to each other. "That was wonderful" She said, "I'm glad you liked it, I said.

We continued to kiss and talk, not saying much just enjoying the feelings. "I have to freshen up a bit." she said. "I’ll be right back." I took off my clothes and slipped 

under the blanket. She came back after about twenty minutes later in bathing gown. "There, I am freshened up now," she said closing the door. 

“I want to make you happy & come hard, and I want to make you ejaculate.” I said as she stand beside the bed.

“Then do it,” she said.

She promptly lay down on the bed, with her legs hanging down along the side. Quickly I ripped open the gown. Naked as she was, with her loosened hair falling to her waist, glowing with energy, she might have been an angel and devil in one woman. 

Leaning I licked bed nipples until she was squirming with delight from the sensations in her breasts. My tongue flicked against her nipple, back and forth, and I loved the stiffness of her nipple against my tongue. The front of her full breast began to shine where I had licked it. 

I could feel her getting more and more aroused, the heat building up from within. My eyes feasted on her naked body, and I let the tip of my tongue wet his lips. In one swift hand movement, I parted her legs and exposed her clean-shaven pussy. The outer lips looked puffy and inviting. 

“You shaved.” I said

“So I can feel that warm tongue of yours better.”

“I must be the luckiest man alive!” I said, before diving down into her pink folds. 

“Oh god!” Mrs.. Aiyer squealed with joy, feeling my lips on her. 

My fingers moved under her ass, and kneaded her curvaceous bottom roughly. I loved that she had some meat on her. I am a firm believer that a woman should have hips, thighs and a shapely ass. After all, I needed something to grab. 

As my lips gently kissed her pussy lips, I could feel her squirm. I decided to spend some time blowing and kissing the lips. I could feel the softness of her mound now that the public hair was gone. It was a highly arousing feeling. The skin was smooth, and I couldn’t help touching it with my hand. So smooth, almost like a baby’s bottom. It did have a bit of a light pinkish color due to the razor, but I found it cute. 

As Mrs.. Aiyer seemed to get more and more impatient, I let my tongue very lightly start to play with her slit. I increased the pressure, but very slowly. Bit by bit, my tongue eased its way inside her. 

“Yes, lick me!” Mrs.. Aiyer urged me. 

Her pussy responded to my furious licking by producing slick lubricant, adding to her previous wetness. I could smell her womanly scent. It was mingled with a hint of her soap, but did not disguise her natural scent. The only thing I could think of was satisfying her, and I aimed to do his job well. Very well.

While she was bucking her hips against my face in attempts to get more of my tongue, I brought the tip of my index finger to her pouting pussy lips. When sliding it inside her, I could feel her slick juices sticking to my finger. Cream had started dripping out of her pussy, and down along her crack, forming a wet spot on the bed. 

Mrs.. Aiyer was moaning and groaning. “Oh, keep licking! Don’t stop, I want you to lick me thoroughly!”

I looked up from his pussy licking and smiled at her. “Don’t worry darling, I’ll be very thorough!” I then drove my tongue as deep inside her as I could. Using broad licks I swept up and down her soaking pussy. All while she made every effort to grind into my face, attempting to get more contact. 

I attacked on her clit, with the tip of my tongue, made her gasp out loud. She was going crazy and only wanted me to continue licking her. 

“Naveen,” she moaned. “I think I’m gonna cum.” At this I began to lick faster, mainly concentrating on her clit. her breath became heavy, and I knew she was close. Her stomach was hard and she couldn't keep her ass on the bed. I was doing my best just to hang on while she bucked against my face with her groin. 

“I’m cumming!” she was no longer in control of her legs as they moved in jerky spasms. She made loud primal noises through gritted teeth, while arching her back. I was licking up and down her gash, slipping my tongue into her, and doing everything to hold onto her bucking legs. 

“Mmm, that was nice,” Mrs.. Aiyer smiled content. She looked at me as I was still glued to her twitching pussy. “You’re so good at this, darling.”

“We’re not done yet,” I said blowing on her pussy again. It felt wonderfully nice and cool on her hot sex. I continued to flick my tongue against her swollen clit. The longer I kept flicking my tongue against her, the quicker her body seemed to catch up. Though she had just climaxed, I could feel her body preparing for another build-up. 

In a steady rhythm I worked my fingers into her, and she let out small gasps. I started to finger fuck her, and my fingers were now going in and out, with the speed picking up for every cycle. While I worked my fingers in and out of her, she was now frantically rubbing at her clit. 

“You are so fucking sexy to watch,” I said, while moving my hand over my dick with a jerking motion. “Are you aware of how horny I get watching you touch yourself?” 

Mrs.. Aiyer did not reply. She was too busy concentrating on the sensations washing over her body. 

I added a third finger. “You are so sexy.”

Mrs.. Aiyer was nearing her second climax, she gradually rubbed her clit harder and faster. “Oh Maa! Oh Maa yes! She cried, I worked my fingers faster into her. Then I saw her legs starting to shake violently, and I could feel her pussy muscles clasping down on my fingers. Suddenly I could feel her tensing up. I quickly clamped my mouth on Her throbbing clit, and started to suck. It started as a squirt, but quickly turned into a steady stream. She was gushing all over my hand as her juices flowed down her crack and to her ass. 

My hand was sticky with her juices. Slowly she came back to earth, breathless. 

“Darling, I think it’s about time you had some fun too,” she said. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down over her. Giggling she kissed me, and with her left hand she reached for my erection. Parting her legs for me, I positioned myself between his her luscious thighs. In one swift movement she guided me in. 

Once at the entrance, I slowly pushed into her. she immediately raised her ass off the bed to push herself onto my stiff cock.

"Mmmm! You're so wet, dear." 

I rocked forward, and was all of a sudden in her to the hilt. It did not take long before I found a good rhythm, alternating short and long strokes. At times I would pull almost all the way out, then slam back in to the balls. 

I reached down and grasped her legs behind the knees, and drew them up until they were pressed against my chest. As the change of angle tilted her pussy up so that my cock grazed against her g-spot. She started to whimper at the onslaught.

I began caressing her clit with a finger, while continuing to forcefully slide my cock in and out of her sopping pussy. 

I knew I am going to cum!"

As I hit my peak I gasped aloud, but still continued fucking her with all my strength, frantically plunging my cock all the way into her quivering slit. My body stiffened, and I instinctively pushed as deep into her I could, transferring the full impact of my orgasm and making her part of it. Finally I lost coordination and slowed my now random thrusts. A mixture of my and her juices was sloshing out from her still twitching snatch. 

I fell forward, my body glistening of sweat from our lovemaking. I gently caressed her face. Hair strands fell randomly on her face, and I lovingly brushed them away from her eyes. Mrs.. Aiyer ran her fingers through my hair as she opened her eyes and kissed me softly.

"That was wonderful.” She said and asked me if I could fuck her again. I told her that I would love to but that I would have to rest and suggested we sleep. We sleep the afternoon away. 

Before my wife came beck next day, we make love twice more. We have shared much in these two days together.

For next two years we made love many times, some times in afternoon with my wife just few feet away in our house. 1995 Mr. Aiyer was transferred to Hyderabad & in past 7 years I have only met her once when I went on a official visit & she came & met me in my hotel for a wild long afternoon.

Till date I miss her & love. The passion & power she induced in me no other lady has been able to do that till date. Not even my wife.

(All names & location have been changed to safe guard the identity of Mrs.. Aiyer)



Mrs. Alana Tucker



Alana Tucker knew what her son's friends called her. It was the same name that the boys called her when she was in high school. She used to curse her parents for giving her such an obviously bad name. But hearing these 18 and 19 year old boys calling her that when they thought she couldn't hear somehow had a very different effect. It made her feel dirty and cheap - and it also made her fantasize about one or more of them later as she stroked her finger along her wet pussy. 

Their voices and laughter would come back to her ears as she rode her finger to an orgasm. "My god she's got great tits," she could hear one say to another after she had left the room. "She must be great in bed." 

"No doubt," another said. "Mrs. Alana Tucker.... I Wanna Fuck Her!" One of the boys especially got her juices going. Ron was a pretty muscular football player. He was the most obvious about his interest in her. He would stare at her tits and ass, not caring if she caught him doing it and even giving her a flirting smile when she did. He was also the one who usually made comments about her. 

While she was coming down the stairs still a little ways away, he'd say to his friends in a low voice (but loud enough for her to hear), "Hey guys, I Wanna Fuck Her is coming." Then, when she left she could catch more of his comments. "I wish I could suck on those tits!" he said more than once. "I'll bet she's a great fuck," he said another time. And the one that stuck most in her mind, "I'd ride her like a wild pony until I broke her."

These comments should have felt degrading to her, but what they did instead was awaken a dark hunger. Her fantasy was much like those of the boys. She would steal glances at their muscular thighs, strong arms, and thick cocks that pressed against their jeans or short. She knew it was wrong, but images of them taking her right there in the family room would fill her mind. She knew boys that age weren't interested in tender love-making. These boys' thoughts were limited to the different ways that they would like to fuck her.

In bed with her husband at night, she pictured herself bent over the pool table getting pounded from behind by Ron while his friends watched. "I'll bet they would all like to take turns with me," she thought. "One after another after another....." Her finger urgently rubbing her swollen clit while her husband fucked her from behind would bring her to a strong orgasm as her fantasy played out in her mind.

Gradually, Alana found herself dressing in clothes to attract more of their comments. If she was honest to herself, she would even have to have admitted that she was starting to look a little trashy. Her shorts got tighter and shorter, to the point that half of her ass often hung out for the boys to see. Sometimes, she wore skirts shorter than the ones worn by those cute little high school girls her son dated. And, always, she wore tops that showed off her large tits. Her husband, Steve, wondered what was coming over her, but he was just happy to have such a sexy wife and never asked any questions.

God had blessed Alana with a pair of tits that made men and boys drool. They were firm, large (actually a bit too large for her small frame), and topped with nipples that swelled straight out about a half inch like little bullets when she got excited. She had long ago learned that she could get her way with any man by just making sure he got a nice look at those beautiful globes.

One afternoon, Ron and one other boy named Jeff stopped by to see her son. He was not coming home until late, but Alana didn't tell them that. She invited them to come in and wait for John to get home. Her husband wouldn't be home for at least two hours, and Alana thought to herself that this might be an opportunity to have her fantasy fulfilled.

She went upstairs to her room, started to close the door then decided to leave it open instead. It was unlikely that they would come upstairs, but the chance that they could see her as she began to undress and change clothes excited her. She first stripped herself all the way naked. She didn't usually get dressed like that, but seeing her entirely naked body in the mirror got her very excited. She then started to put on a new outfit she'd ordered on-line and that had arrived only a couple of days before. 

First she put on the little things. From her jewelry box, she picked out a pair of very long, dangly earrings, and a chain of pearls. She put on fresh eye makeup and a bright red lipstick. After that, she wiggled her feet into the spiked high heels she had just bought. They were 5" high so that she was nearly on her toes as she stood there. Alana turned slowly around in front of the mirror, taking in the view that these boys would soon get to enjoy. She bent forward a little, letting her tits hang down and thinking how she looked like a high class whore with the fancy jewelry and the very high "fuck me" pumps.

Next went on a demi-bra that went under her tits, lifting them up and pushing them forward, but leaving the nipples completely bare. Alana ran her hands up over them, feeling her hard nipples under her palms. She closed her eyes and pinched softly, then a little harder. It almost made her gasp as the sensation shot down straight to her hot little pussy.

Last of all she put on a very tight, very bright, very tiny, yellow strapless dress. It wasn't quite see-thru, but the way it clung to her thrust out tits made her nipples easily seen beneath the clingy material. At the top, she had to wiggle and squirm a little to get it to stay just above those eager nipples. At the bottom, it was so short that it just barely covered her ass. It actually took her several tries to get it adjusted so that she was at least mostly covered from top to bottom. She put it on without panties underneath and again looked at herself in the mirror. 

Her pussy got wet as she took in the sight of herself, once again turning slowly around to see how she looked from behind. She'd watched porn movies with her husband so she knew that she looked just like one of those sluts. It was the kind of look that told a man that she was available for whatever he wanted to use her for. "You look like a fucking little whore," she said to herself in the mirror and the thought made her nipples get hard as rocks. She slipped a finger beneath her dress and ran a finger over her slick, wet clit. She was so horny she nearly came right away.

She started down the stairs to the family room. She was a little nervous because she knew that she was now crossing over a new line. The way she was dressed left very little room for these boys to wonder whether or not they could fuck her. That was the whole idea, of course, but she still wasn't sure if she could go through with it. Her breath was a little quick and short as she got closer and heard the familiar comment from Ron. "Hey, here she comes - I Wanna Fuck Her."

As she walked into the room, she tried to act very casual. "Hi, boys. John just called and said he's over at his girlfriend's and won't be home until late." She almost laughed inside at the look on those two boys' faces as they saw her. They didn't know where to look first as their eyes went wide in surprise and went from her tits to her face to her legs and back again. 

She walked over to the pool table and picked up one of the sticks. "You can still stay if you want," she said to them. "We could play a game," she went on while chalking up her cue suggestively. "Wanna take turns with me?"

Ron looked over at Jeff and smacked him on the chest. "You heard the lady, let's go!" They got up from the couch and went over to the table.

Alana kept up the pointed, barely hidden, suggestions. "I'll get the balls," she said. They smiled at each other as she slowly walked around the table, collecting the balls from the pockets. She made sure to bend over and reach across the table for many of them, letting the boys get a long look at her from behind. She wondered if her dress had slid up high enough to give them a look at her bare, shaved pussy. A moment later, her question was answered.

She felt someone's hand slid between her legs onto her wet slit. Even though she wanted this, it still surprised her enough that she went rigid for a moment. She left her hands on the table as his fingers started rubbing impatiently against her pussy. She then relaxed and looked back over her shoulder to see which one it was. Not surprisingly, it was Ron standing next to her feeling her up like that.

"You look so fucking hot," he said as he slowly worked on her pussy. He reached down with his other hand and hiked her dress up over her hips. Alana gasped a little, but spread her legs open wider to allow his fingers full access to her hot spot.

Ron smiled at the way Alana was acting. He could see that she was ready for some real action. Looking down at her ass, now bare and fully exposed, he said to her in a somewhat sneering voice, "You like that, don't you." 

His very free, very sure of himself way, made Alana even wetter. She nodded her head and glanced over at the other boy, Jeff. Ron looked over at him when she did then back at her. "You like having him watch you like this?" he asked. Again, he seemed to know what she was feeling and she nodded her head to acknowledge that he was right.

"Smack!" She jumped as his hand landed on her ass, but her hands never left the table. The sting had surprised her, but she liked how he was taking control of her. "Seems like you are quite a fucking slut," he said to her. He ran his hand around her waist, over her stomach, then up to her tits. With a quick jerk, he pulled down her dress making her tits pop free over the top. She looked down at her swollen nipples as Ron pinched and squeezed them, becoming more and more excited as he did.

Ron's hands suddenly slid away from her. She moaned in disappointment, but when she heard the sound of his zipper coming down she was happy again. Alana stood up from the table and turned around to face him. He had already peeled off his shirt and pants and was down to only a pair of boxers. She ran her hands over his muscular chest and arms, then she slowly squatted down while facing him. She felt her way down to his waist and finally grabbed onto his ass. Her face was now level with the giant bulge in his shorts and her legs were spread wide, lewdly displaying her smooth pussy for him to see.

Alana was good at sucking cock. She truly loved it and now Ron was the lucky guy who was going to get to benefit from her passion. She started by pulling at his shorts with her teeth, leaving her hands planted on his hard ass. As she struggled to get a hold of them, his cock kept brushing and slapping against her face. She looked up into Ron's eyes and imagined how it must look to see his friend's slut mom trying to get at his cock like she was a hungry little bitch in heat.

Finally, she worked his cock free. It sprang out at her, hard and swollen. She smiled and stuck out her tongue, letting his cock slide slowly over it as she worked the underside. Ron's eyes were wide in amazement. "Oh fuck, that feels so good," he groaned. He then reached behind her head, grabbed a handful of her hair, and started trying to force his cock into her wet mouth.

Alana pretended to resist, twisting her head from side to side but keeping her eyes locked onto Ron's. She'd done this many times before and knew how it drove the man wild. It was no different this time. Ron's face got a little more flushed, a little more angry looking, then he finally grabbed her head with both hands and with a hard shove he forced his cock inside until it hit the back of her throat.

Now it was Alana's turn to groan out loud. Not only from the cock working it's way into her mouth, but also from an unexpected stimulation. The other boy, Jeff, had moved over next to them and had a hold of one of her tits with one hand while he fingered her pussy from behind with the other. Squatted down on those high heels required her to spread her legs wide open, and Jeff was taking full advantage of that situation.

She looked up at Ron and saw him smiling as he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. He was hitting the back of her throat and the little gagging noise that she made seemed to really get him aroused. At the same time, Jeff's fingers were working her pussy hard and fast while he roughly pinched her nipples with his other hand. She was a little surprised by how rough he was with her, he had always seemed like one of the quieter ones that came to visit John.

After another minute, Ron stopped taking her by the mouth and said to Jeff, "It's your turn, dude." 

Jeff stood up and pulled off his shirt and pants, then sat down on an armchair and waved Alana over to him. He had already stripped off his shorts and his hard cock was sticking straight up waiting for her to get to work on it. "Get over here and suck on my cock," he said to her.

Alana smiled and started to crawl slowly over to him. She was their pet and she was responding to one of her master's commands. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Ron standing behind her. She realized that she was about to be taken by both these boys at once, and the thought of that was almost too much for her. She had reached Jeff's chair and, while remaining on her hands and knees like a well-trained pet, she began sucking his cock. A moment later and she felt Ron behind her.

Ron moved between her legs and positioned his cock at her wet pussy. He knew how bad she wanted it, probably even more than he wanted her. Still, he wanted to tease her a little longer. He could see how much she liked being treated like their slut, so he made her beg for what was to come.

"You know what your nickname is?" he asked her. Her face flushed. In spite of all that had happened so far, she suddenly felt embarrassed being reminded of this degrading name she'd carried since her teens. She looked up at Jeff as she sucked his cock and she could see that he saw her reaction. He smiled. Not a friendly smile, but a smile of domination over her. She felt cheap, and was reminded of what she already knew. She was nothing more than a fuck toy for these two boys.

A smack on her ass brought her back. "You know what it is, don't you," he said to her. She nodded, never letting her mouth loose from the cock that was filling it. 

Now Jeff joined in. "Go ahead, tell us," he said.

She finally pulled his cock free from her mouth. She could feel Ron's cock against her pussy and she arched her back, wanting him inside her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, making her look at the other boy, Jeff. "Tell him your nickname," Ron ordered her one last time.

She looked at the boy, then she felt a surge of sexual energy rush over her. "I Wanna Fuck Her," she snarled at them, angry for making her do that. However, her anger ran away instantly as she was rewarded with Ron's hard cock slamming into her hungry pussy. She fell forward from the force onto her hands and found Jeff's cock once again right in front of her eyes. She opened her mouth and took him in as Ron started fucking her from behind.

His thick cock felt so good to her that Alana soon was moaning loudly and begging him to fuck her harder. She was almost out of control as she let go of Jeff's cock just long enough to grunt in a low, gravelly voice, "Fuck me. Fuck that pussy! Oh god, it feels so good!"

Ron was also getting very excited and was really pounding her hard. He grabbed her slender waist and rammed into her over and over like a steam piston. Every now and then, he would slap her ass again. She liked that. He could tell how much it excited her.

Meanwhile, Jeff was taking in all of this with wide eyes. Mrs. Tucker looked so hot with her fancy earrings, pearls, and her full, red lips wrapped around his own big cock. He pulled her head down harder, shoving himself halfway down her throat while she was taking Ron's hard cock from behind. It wasn't long until all three of them were ready to come.

Jeff was first. His cock started twitching and it swelled even larger. Alana must have felt the change because her eyes went a little wider as she looked up at Jeff. Moments later, his cock erupted with a huge load of hot cum that pumped from his balls. While she tried swallowing all she could, Alana soon couldn't keep up and the rest started streaming from her mouth down her chin. 

She tried her best to keep sucking his cock, but her task became nearly impossible when her own orgasm started to sweep over her body. Ron's pace had quickened to an impossibly fast rhythm, and it was setting her off like a firecracker. Her tits were swaying back and forth with the rhythm, lightly grazing her nipples over the rough cloth of the armchair in front of her and making them swell to their full size.

A little longer and she couldn't take it anymore. "Oh yes, Oh yes! Don't stop! Oh god, I'm going to come. Please don't stop!" Her last words ended in a loud squeal as the orgasm hit her. Her body went stiff, and just at that moment Ron buried himself even deeper inside her with one last powerful thrust and started to come as well. This sent her even higher and she couldn't control herself any longer. 

She screamed loudly, wailing some incomprehensible words about how good it was, then her arms collapsed and her face fell to the floor. She squirmed her ass back against Ron, rocking back and forth to impale herself a little longer on his spurting rod. It felt so good that she never wanted it to stop. 

Alana lost track of time and everything else. The next thing she remembered was hearing a familiar voice. At first she couldn't understand what he was saying, then it suddenly hit her. "So now I see how my little wife spends her days," Steve was saying. She froze in fear wondering what her husband was going to think about this scene.

Ron and Jeff had put on their shorts and were standing to the side looking terrified. Alana was still on her knees with her ass in the air and her face against the floor, recovering from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced. She struggled to get to her feet, but before she could Steve was behind her and pushed her forward over the chair. "Where do you think you're going slut?" he demanded. "I haven't got my turn with you yet." She was then shocked to hear the sound of him pulling down his zipper and ripping off his own pants.

"Steve, I'm sorry. Please don't be angry," she said to him. But it was no use. Steve was angry. Angry and turned on as much as he possibly could be. He had come down the stairs just in time to see Ron fucking her to an orgasm while Jeff's cum still ran down her chin. They were fucking her like a street corner whore, and he wanted to take her the same way.

Steve got behind her and slid his hard cock over her pussy and ass. That puckered little asshole of hers caught his attention, and he knew what he was going to do. "Looks like only one hole left that hasn't been used today," he said and he spit onto that spot to get her ready. Then, he pushed his cock against her opening and started trying to work his way inside.

"No, not like that!" she begged him. Alana had let him fuck her there only once, long ago. It had felt good until later when her asshole burned for a couple of days. She didn't want it there again, but at the same time she knew that she was going to get what she deserved. A hard smack to her ass made it even more clear.

"I'll fuck you however I like," Steve growled at her. "Now spread open that ass and get ready."

Alana obeyed, willing to do whatever he said at that point. She reached behind herself and grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks open wide. She turned her head and was surprised to see the other two boys still there. She thought that they probably had left in fear. Not only were they still there, but both of their cocks were starting to get hard again at the action taking place in front of them.




Mrs. Alana Tucker



Steve again started to push his cock against her asshole, and after a few moments he was able to work the head inside past her tight muscle. Alana let out a low, animal like groan as he entered her. "Oh, fuuuuckkk," she groaned. "Soooo big." Steve smacked her ass again and pushed in a little deeper.

Steve was wild with lust for this little slut wife of his. He had often imagined taking turns with her with another man. Now, by some stroke of luck, he had come home at just the right moment to live out that fantasy. At the same time, he really was angry at her. He'd watched her come minutes earlier as one of those boys fucked her from behind. She had come like she was enjoying it way too much and now he wanted to make sure she knew who she really belonged to.

He rammed himself further inside her ass, ignoring her screams and her pleas to stop. "Oh fuck, please stop! It hurts! It's too fucking big!" she cried out. He knew it was true as he looked at his thick rod rammed up her ass. He wasn't about to stop, though, and decided to do something about her cries.

Looking over at the two boys, he waved them over to them. "Stick something in her mouth and shut her up," he ordered them. 

Alana looked up at their two cocks as they stood in front of her and slowly got back up onto her hands so that she could reach them. The pain in her ass was real, but at the same time a flash of hot, erotic desire was taking over her body again and she was eager to feel a cock in her mouth. She sucked on one then the other, not fully in control of how she was behaving. Her own pleasure was building again inside her, but that's not what really mattered to her at that moment. She was there to service these three men and she worked hard to make sure that all three were satisfied.

As Steve started fucking her ass in a more steady rhythm, Alana ran a finger onto her hard little clit and rubbed it in circles. "That's a good little slut," Steve was saying. "Play with that pussy and show these boys again how you come." Alana did just as she was told and started to come in a hard orgasm. Steve thought she was going to break his cock off inside her as he felt her ass spasm with her orgasm. She moaned loudly, just like the ass-fucked whore that she was, until Jeff rammed his cock back into her mouth again. She nearly choked as it hit the back of her throat.

Both Jeff and Ron's cocks were rock hard and Alana worked each of them feverishly with her mouth, sucking and licking each one as if the only thing in the world that mattered was to make them come again. Her orgasm was starting to pass, but she could tell that it was now the men's turn. She sensed a new urgency in the pounding she was receiving from her husband and she knew that the other two boys were also ready to come at any moment.

She focused on Jeff first, letting his cock fuck her throat with each thrust from behind by Steve. She looked into Jeff's eyes and saw them turn dark as he grabbed her hair and pushed deeper down her throat. Alana had long ago learned how to deep throat a cock, so she relaxed her throat and let Jeff push in as deep as he liked. Moments later, he let out a loud roar and she tasted his cum as it shot into her mouth, quickly filling it and overflowing down her chin. She kept sucking on him until she had sucked every drop from his hard rod, then moved on to Ron.

Steve was almost ready to come as he fucked Alana's ass harder and harder. Watching her suck and swallow the one boy's cum had almost done it for him. Now, he had one more idea to finish off this real life fantasy. As she moved her mouth toward the other boy's cock, he reached out and grabbed her hair. Pulling her head back, he then said to the boy, "Come on her face."

Ron started jerking off his cock, aiming right at Alana's pretty face. Steve kept hold of her hair and began fucking her even more roughly, really slamming her ass as hard as he could. With each thrust, he came closer and closer to orgasm. Alana urged them both on, first telling Ron, "Come on and shoot it for me. Let me taste your cum again." Then to Steve, "Oh yeah baby, fuck my little slut ass. Do it hard. Give it to me." He felt an explosion start to rise in his balls and just at that moment, Ron also started to shoot his load.

Steams of cum shot from Ron's cock all over Alana's face. She stuck out her tongue and opened her mouth, trying to catch what she could, but gobs hit her in the nose, chin, eyes, and even sprayed onto her tits. Seeing his wife now as nothing more than a cum-hungry slut, Steve finally started shooting his own load deep inside her ass. Alana let out a scream as he rammed in one last time, but the scream then turned into urgent pleadings to fill her ass with his cum.

After a few minutes, Ron and Jeff finally decided that it was a good time to leave. They got dressed, mumbled a few words, then almost ran up the stairs and out of the house.

Steve pulled himself from her ass and walked over in front of her. "Lick it clean," he ordered her. Alana didn't think twice about doing as she was told, even though he had just been buried in her now burning asshole. She sucked and licked his cock all over, happy to feel it in her mouth.

Finally, Steve pulled her up to her feet. He kissed her and smiled. "Well, Mrs. Tucker. I guess we've found out just what kind of girl you really are. We'll have to have more fun like this in the future."

Alana Tucker liked this idea. She had found a new pastime. One that lived up to her nickname. Ron and Jeff were the first to fuck her, but after that many others got their turns. Sometimes her husband was there, other times she would just let them fuck her while he was gone. All the boys that came to visit soon started to call her by her nickname even when she was in the room. "Hey, there she is! How are you today, Mrs. Fuck Her? Want to play some pool?"