6 comments/ 61193 views/ 9 favorites Waiting for the Bus By: danielx3 I was at this bus shelter late one night, waiting for a bus. There was no one else about and often, in situations like this, especially after a few beers, I am quite likely to unzip and let my cock take the night air. Masturbating in a public place, even if there is no one around, is almost as good as masturbating in public. But then I heard someone coming, so I decided not to unzip and waited to see who it was. It was a woman, mid-40s, I suppose, not unattractive with a east european look about her. She seemed a bit lost and nervously tried to ask me a question about where the bus was going. Her english was not very good and it took a while for me to work out what it was she wanted, but I did finally work out what bus she wanted and was able to reassure her that it was the right bus stop for her and that a bus would be along soon. She smiled, thanked me awkwardly with the limited english she had and sat down to wait. I smiled back, to reassure her, but conversation was difficult, so I did not try to say anything else. Then it occured to me that the situation had possibilities. Provided nothing really bad happened, she was most unlikely to make any real complaint, or be easily understood or believed if she did. I smiled at her again and unzipped my trousers. 'Excuse me,' I said, ' just trying to make myself comfortable.' and I smiled again. She smiled as well, and then I saw her eyes open wide as she watched me lift my cock out of my trousers. I continued to look at her, smiling as I masturbated. Her eyes were fixed on my full erection and my hand moving up and down it. 'This feels good!' I said, continuing to smile at her. If I had got up to move over to her, I think she might have run, or made some kind of fuss, like screaming, but I didn't and she seemed to feel sufficiently unthreatened to just watch as I wanked off. It didn't take long to cum and I shot a satisfactory load of spunk up into the air, which must have been a good sight for her. Then I thanked her for watching (I doubt she really understood), wiped my cock with a tissue and put it away. She said nothing, but looked away, now that I had finished. The bus arrived about 5 minutes later. I was apprehensive about getting on the bus with her, but thought it was probably safe enough. As a precaution, I did not get off at the bus stop closest to where I live, but a couple of bus stops before. I was also aware that she might not want me to see where she got off, which was another reason for leaving earlier. When I got home, I had another wank remembering her watching me. But I stayed away from that bus shelter for a while, particularly avoiding that time of day. It pays to be careful. I thought I was safe enough, but you never know. But after a few weeks, I felt it was safe enough and again, after a few beers I was waiting at the same bus stop at about the same time and I saw her again - the same woman, the same bus stop. It wasn't really intentional on my part, but I wondered whether I had sub-consciously planned it. Once again, I was there initially alone and she arrived as I was sitting there, waiting. She recognised me, I know she did - she smiled kind of shyly and sat down opposite me. I smiled friendly like and said 'Hi!' She smiled and nodded, but otherwise said nothing. She wasn't moving away or anything and she seemed relaxed enough so I thought I would push it a bit further. I uncrossed my legs and sat opposite her with them apart, my hands framing the bulge at my crotch, still looking at her. 'You liked my cock last time?' I asked. I wasn't sure if she understood, but she looked to one side a bit shyly. It seemed a bit riskier to me the second time, but I thought she was happy enough to watch, so I got it out again, and again she watched as I stroked it. It felt good having her watching me like that, but I wondered if I could push it a bit further, since she seemed ok with watching me, so I stood up and walked over to her, still stroking my hardness for her. Still sitting, she seemed apprehensive as I approached her. I didn't want to frighten her but rather wanted her willingness, so with my free hand I pulled some notes out of my pocket - there must have been about 30 dollars - and held them out to her. She looked at them, thought a while, and then took them. Moving closer, I was soon stroking my cock in front of her face. I pulled another note out and passed it to her. She took it and then, moving her head forward, took the tip of my knob into her mouth. I let her suck on it for a while. It was exciting thinking that someone might walk in and find us like that. Then I pushed the whole head of my cock into her mouth and released my cum. She was a good girl and swallowed it. I gave her another 20. I felt awkward about staying in the bus shelter after that, so I disappeared into the night. Waiting for the Bus Ch. 01 I was in a crap mood when I dropped onto the busted up bench at the bus stop. I was going to be without a car for about a week and had no other alternative than taking the city bus to and from work. Night shift security was what I was doing at the time and I was heading home while everybody else on the bus was starting their day. My polyester uniform was stuffed into an old gym bag and I was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I was alone at the stop and feeling sorry for myself. Slumping further down I noticed someone coming quickly down the sidewalk. I glanced over and saw it was an older African American woman out for a morning jog -- more a brisk walk, really. She was wearing a baggy pair of sweatpants and a matching, equally baggy, sweatshirt with a baseball cap pulled tightly onto her head. More than a little overweight, she was pumping her arms rhythmically as she came down the hill. Her chest was gigantic and bouncing violently with each dramatic step. I stared openly, not caring if she noticed or not -- I was in a crap mood, remember. The closer she got, the more impressive her breasts were. They swayed back and forth between her arms; her nipples stiff and large enough to make pleasing tents in the tired sweatshirt. She couldn't help but notice my stare, but kept chugging toward me. She was older than I first thought -- I'm guessing she had to be 50 or more. She had dark skin, white beady hair and a determined look on her wrinkled, but still attractive face. As she was passing me, not more than three feet from the bench, I decided to be rude and obnoxious -- my mood and all: "Nice tits," I said with an evil grin. She didn't say a word or even glance in my direction; she just kept to her routine and continued down the sidewalk. My bus arrived and I climbed aboard. The next morning it happened again. I was sitting alone and cranky at the bus stop when I saw her huffing along the sidewalk -- same baggy pants, same baggy shirt. She wasn't wearing the cap this time, though and her stubby white hair looked like a snowball. Her breasts were all over place, matching her arms' pace. Again I stared openly at her massive chest and for a moment I thought we made eye contact. Briskly she came down the hill, pumping her arms up and down. As she passed, this time a little closer, I said it again, "Nice tits." "Uh huh," she grunted softly, leaving me grinning to myself as she motored on down the road. My bus arrived and I climbed aboard thinking about my walking granny and her dancing tits. The next morning I was actively looking for her. It was a warm day and I was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and enjoying the air on my pale white legs. Right on schedule my granny came steadily down the hill. Something was different. It took me a moment to comprehend the not-too-subtle difference. She was wearing the same pants and shirt, with cap again, but her breasts were much more animated than before. She wasn't wearing a bra and my eyes almost popped out of my head! Her tits were flopping crazily as she stomped toward me. With each step they would plunge downward across her belly then spring upward into fuller, round balls before falling earthward again. I sat back a little and rested my hand, rudely, on my crotch as she passed by. "Very nice tits," I told her. "Oh, yes," she whispered, still not bothering to look at me as she bounced past me. I had some trouble hiding my erection as I climbed onto the bus. Day four and I had a plan. I was wearing my shorts, but not my briefs. I was going to give her a little show -- return the favor. The thought of it was getting me hard and I sat with my legs spread in such a way she would have no choice but to see into my shorts. Sure enough, right on schedule, granny came trotting down the hill with tits flying. Same pants, same shirt and her baseball cap screwed on tight. As she got closer I started tapping my foot causing my stiff penis to sway a bit under my shorts. Her eyes got bigger and I was certain she had seen me. She had a tight smile on her face as she passed. "Like your tits," I said with my hand on my bulge. "Hmmmm," was her only reply. The bus ride home was more difficult than the previous day. Friday and I was practically bursting by the time I arrived at the bus stop. This was getting crazy. I sat in my revealing position already fully erect and waited for my granny. Here she came with arms swinging mightily. She was wearing dark glasses beneath her ball cap. I spread my legs wide and rocked my knees. A smile spread across her dark face. Without warning and to my total shock, she briefly lifted her tattered shirt as she strolled past -- giving me a momentary glimpse of her naked, heaving breasts. Her nipples were humongous and black as pitch and her tits were bigger than I had thought. "Uh huh," she said finding me speechless. "Nice!" was all I managed to say as she disappeared down the hill. The bus ride home was intolerable. My cock was throbbing and I couldn't get home fast enough. It occurred to me that it was the end of the week and I wouldn't be at the stop in the morning. I spent the weekend jerking off to the memory of granny's huge tits. I couldn't believe she had flashed me. I couldn't wait for Monday. I had a surprise in mind for her. Monday finally arrived and I found myself in my usual exposed position on the bench. My cock was harder than I remember it ever being. I was so excited. I was idly rubbing myself through my shorts when I saw her approaching. Still wearing the dark glasses, she had changed her top. Her sweatshirt had been replaced by a zippered sweat jacket. I slid my shorts up my leg and pulled my white hard-on out into the morning air. Without taking my eyes off her, I held it out for her inspection. Granny didn't slow her pace, but reached for the zipper of her jacket. She began to pull it down but stopped abruptly as the bus hissed to a stop behind me. I had been so mesmerized I hadn't heard it arriving. I leaned forward trying to hide my erection as the doors squealed open and she passed me. "Ooops," she said as she pistoned past me grinning ear to ear. I waved the bus away, too embarrassed to stand and I watched my granny in the distance. My car was ready to be picked up, but I was going to keep riding that damn bus. The next morning I was as excited as I had been the day before. My cock was pulsing in anticipation and I was watching the sidewalk eagerly. Like clockwork Granny came over the rise. Dressed the same as the previous day she came steadily down the hill, her tits swinging madly. I yanked my prick out of my shorts and jerked at it hastily. She pulled at her zipper and held her jacket open. Her tits were bouncing insanely onto and off of her jiggling black belly. I watched hypnotized as her breasts stretched almost to her waistband before leaping up again. I pulled on my cock like a teenager. Granny turned her shoulders toward me as she passed, giving me an unobstructed view of her rocking tits. They smacked together violently as she stared at my cock in my hand. My timing was off and she was a pace or two past me, zipping her jacket, when I exploded with a loud moan. My spunk splashed onto the sidewalk and I slumped back on the bench. Granny stopped and walked backward toward me, stopping short of the sticky mess on the concrete. Walking in place, her arms still churning her tits, she looked down -- first at the puddle, then at my still stiff cock, then at me. "Oh, no, you didn't," she said softly. I could only stare. "Here's my number," she told me it quickly, panting from her exertion while I scrambled for a pen. I was still writing the digits on my hand as she continued down the hill ... Waiting for the Bus Ch. 02 It took almost a full 24 hours before I found the nerve to call the number my walking granny had given me. I was prepared for it to be to a local pizzeria or library, but a pleasant voice answered on the third ring. "Uh," I stammered, losing my carefully thought out introduction. "Is this the woman from the bus stop?" "Maybe," came the soft reply. "Who's asking?" "My name is Shawn," I continued uncertainly. "Look, I want to apologize for being so crude and all, but you are very attractive." "Uh huh," she said. "No really, you are very attractive," I told her. "If you like fat, old black women with big tits," she said directly. "Uh, yeah, well," I said. "There is that." "Do you like fat, old black women with big tits?" she asked. It took me a moment to answer. "I never really thought I did," I explained. "But you ... you ... yeah, I guess I do." "What do you like about fat black women?" she continued. "Fat, old black women with big tits," I corrected her. "Oh, yes," she laughed. "Fat, old black women with big tits - what do you like about them?" "Not them, you," I said. "You are the fat, old black woman with big tits I like." "So," she was playing with me now. "What do you like about this fat, old black woman with big tits?" "Those really are some nice tits," I gushed. "I like your tits." "I saw that ... on the sidewalk," she reminded me. "What about my big tits? Why do you like them?" Before I could find the right words, I found myself talking, "Well, they're so big and I like the way they were bouncing when you walked and I was in a bad mood and feeling rude and just said what I said and ..." "You like looking at my big tits?" she cut me off. "Uh, yes," I answered. "Is there something you want to do with my big tits?" she continued. Being on the phone and not face to face made me bolder. "Oh, yeah," I said confidently. "There are so many things I'd like to do with your big black tits." "Fat, old big black tits," she replied smartly. "Right - fat, old big black tits." I said, still feeling overly bold. "Just how old are those tits?" "Fifty-seven," she said with no hesitation. "Damn," I said. "They don't look a day over fifty-six. What size are they? How big?" "Bigger than you've ever seen," she told me. "I've seen them," I reminded her. "They're bigger than you've ever had," she said. "That's true," I confirmed. "I have never had tits that big." An awkward silence followed. "You still haven't told me what you'd like to do with my big tits," she said breaking the silence. "Uh," I mumbled, before regaining some of my false confidence. "I'd like to hold them. Squeeze them. Just feel them." "Nice start," she said. "Go on." "Then maybe I'd kiss them," I said. "Lick them. I'd suck on them for a long time." "Good. Good," she told me. "What about my bups?" "Excuse me?" I asked. "My bups. My bups," she repeated. "My nipples -- you are so white." "Oh!" I exclaimed. "I'd suck on them, too. I'd bite them and pinch them." "I'm pinching them now," she whispered. "What?" I stopped again. "I'm pinching my bups," she explained. "They are so big and hard." "And black," I added, remembering how dark they were when she flashed me. "Yes, they are very black," she confirmed. "Hey!" I blurted idiotically. "Can you suck your own tits? Have you ever done that?" There was no reply, but I soon heard a wet sucking sound followed by a soft moan. I imagined my bouncing granny with her white beady hair and thick lips pulling her massive breasts into her own mouth. I pictured her pink tongue swirling on her dark nipples -- her stiff bups. How heavy were those monsters? My erection grew as I listened to the wet noises and tried desperately to picture the scene. "That sounds fun," I said. "It is," she told me after a loud wet kissing sound brought my manhood to full attention. "You're making me hard," I informed her. "I've seen that," she laughed. "What are you going to do about it?" "About what?" I asked dumbly. "Being hard," she said huskily. "What are you going to do with your hard self?" "Uh," I replied while pulling open my pants. "I guess I'm going to jerk off since you aren't here to help me." "You want help?" she asked softly, before adding, "Help from a fat, old black woman with big tits?" My hand was pumping rapidly. "God, yes," I told her. The slurping noises started again and my pace increased. We didn't speak, but our breathing was heavy and our moans audible as we continued to pleasure ourselves for each other. "On my bups," she said suddenly. "Do it on my bups, baby. Dump your stuff on momma's bups." I exploded with a groan, shooting my spunk across my lap in sticky bursts. "Damn," I said after catching my breath. "And what about you? You doing ok?" "I'm doing fine," she told me, dragging out the fine. "When can I see you and your fat, old big black tits?" I asked. I had to see her and a flash at the bus stop would not be enough. "You've seen them," she laughed. "No," I said, sounding harsher than I intended to. "I mean really see them. Up close and personal?" There was a short silence, then a soft sigh. "Follow me home," she said. "Tomorrow." She hung up the phone and I sat listening to the humming dial tone while thinking about my bouncing granny. Waiting for the Bus Ch. 03 I arrived at the bus stop very early the next morning wearing my basketball ball shorts, no briefs, and a simple t-shirt. I left my gym bag and uniform in my car at the office. Slumped in my usual position with my legs spread, my penis was getting stiffer by the minute with anticipation. On schedule, my bouncing granny came briskly over the rise. Her arms were swinging and her humongous breasts were swaying madly. She was wearing what she always wore: baggy sweatpants, matching sweat shirt and a baseball cap. I spread my legs further apart, giving her a better view of my erection. She stared openly at my manhood as she motored past me. "Nice tits," I said with a grin. "Comin'?" she replied. I jumped to my feet and sprinted to catch her. Her power walking was at an intermediate speed. I found it too quick for me to simply walk fast and too slow to trot or jog along with. Constantly adjusting my pace with short sprints, I looked like a hound dog following along dutifully. "How far is it from here?" I asked, jogging along. "Your place?" "Can't talk," she said between paced breaths. "Walking." It became apparent the bus stop was near the beginning of her route and we had a long way to go. I took the time and opportunity to look her over more fully -- something I hadn't bothered to do when I was just ogling her tits. She had short cropped, beady white hair on top of her round head. Her smooth skin was a nice dark brown and her face was very pleasant -- not beautiful, but not unattractive, either. Her arms swung from wide shoulders and she was carrying more weight than she should have been -- especially in the stomach. Some would consider her fat, but it worked for her. Her chest, as I've pointed out, was gigantic and in constant motion, but oddly, she had no butt to speak of. It was wide enough, but there was nothing there; her ass was as flat as a board. We were both sweating pretty heavily when we finally turned into a nicely appointed apartment complex. She strolled directly to her apartment, pulled a key (on a string) from her pocket and opened the door. A heavy potpourri smell spilled out as she quickly stepped into the dim room. I followed and looked around. My granny was standing at her refrigerator chugging water from a Tupperware container. The room was large and divided into three parts -- each with different flooring. The kitchen area was tiled; the dining portion had hardwood, and the living room was carpeted with a very plush shag. There were photographs everywhere - pictures of weddings; of babies; of girls with soccer balls and boys with basketballs; of family events and teenagers in caps and gowns; in all different sizes and frame styles. Every surface, the tables and shelves, were littered with them. "Close the door," she told me, shutting the refrigerator, and I did. When I turned back she was closer to me. We stood facing each other for an awkward moment. Without a word she took hold of her shirt with both hands and lifted it up. With elbows in the air and her face covered, her magnificent tits were on full display. I stared at them in open-mouthed awe. Her breasts were breathtaking. Larger than any I had ever seen, they were shiny with sweat and resting more under her arms than on her chest. They hung low, heavier at their ends than where they met her chest. Each tit was lined with furrowed stretch marks. Her nipples were tremendous; dark stiff knobs jutting crookedly from broad areolas. The left breast was noticeably larger than the right and its areola was marred by a tiny scar -- a bright pink island of skin surrounded by a pitch black sea. Her protruding belly was slick from where those bags had bounced and slid across it. "Nice tits," I told her again with a gasp. "Uh huh," she said from behind her upheld shirt. "May I?" I asked still staring. "Uh huh," came the muffled reply. Slowly, nervously, I reached for those tits. Starting behind and under her arms, I scooped as much tit-flesh into my eager hands as I could. I cupped and lifted them, both heavier than I would have imagined, before pressing them together on her chest. They were slippery with sweat, especially the undersides, and I kneaded them gently. I marveled at the way they rolled and spilled in and out of my hands. Sliding my hands to the front of each tit, I hooked her nipples with my thumbs and pinched softly. They were stiff and had little give. She moaned behind her shirt as I pinched them again. I squeezed and I pinched them. I rubbed and I mashed them. We soon found ourselves back in the kitchen; she was leaning on the counter with the shirt still covering her face. Leaning down, I took a hard nipple into my mouth. She moaned again as I pulled it in deeply. They were salty with sweat, but tasted clean and wonderful. Still squeezing them, I fed myself -- first one, then the other. I sucked and lapped at them hungrily. I pulled at her nipples, sometimes both at once, with my teeth. "Bups, huh?" I asked between slurps. "Uh huh," she said again, a little huskier this time. My tongue flicked her bups crazily and she leaned more heavily onto the counter. I took her left breast in both hands and gazed at it. I licked the edges of its tiny pink scar. "Burned it with a curling iron," she said. "Ouch," I kept licking it. Suddenly and without warning I began to work her breasts passionately. I was squeezing and sucking and rubbing with such vigor she had to let go of her shirt and cling to the countertop for support. I was mashing my face between her twin pillows when I felt her first shudder. "Oh, my," she whispered as the shiver intensified. I increased my ravagings and felt her knees wobble. "Oh, my," she said again. With both nipples in my mouth I tugged at her chest and she exploded with a violent series of spasms. She shook and she moaned and she slapped at my back, pushing me off her heaving chest. I had never given a woman an orgasm with just her breasts before and I felt fantastic. Her shirt fell, covering her tits and her legs looked shaky. She held onto the counter for a minute then looked at me from beneath her ballcap. "You got no idea," she told me. "You got no idea how long it has been." "How long?" I asked as she dropped into a chair at the dining table. "Longer," she said, "than that thing sticking outta your pants." My cock was tenting my shorts impressively, a dark, wet stain spreading across the material. "And how long has it been since ..." I queried, looking down at my prick knowingly. "Come to momma," she said with arms outstretched. "Come to momma." Waiting for the Bus Ch. 04 "Come to momma," she said with arms outstretched. "Come to momma." She was sitting at her dining room table, sweaty from a brisk morning walk and wobbly from her first man-induced orgasm in years. Her huge breasts, slick with perspiration and my saliva, were sitting atop her full belly and pulling her sweatshirt tight. I stepped toward her, my penis erect and tenting my shorts impressively. "Let momma see," she whispered, talking more to my prick than to me. I hiked a leg of my shorts and pulled my cock out for her inspection. It was stiff and mushroomed and it pointed at her eagerly. She reached for me and wrapped her dark skinned fingers around my pale erection. Gently, almost tentatively, she stroked me a few times. "So hard," she mumbled, stroking me curiously. "So hard. So ..." My granny stopped suddenly and looked up. "So sweaty," she said with a grin. "Need to take a shower." She got to her feet and pulled me, by my cock, to the narrow hallway and into a small bathroom. The room was completely feminine, with pastel prints on the wall and the sweet smell of potpourri in the air. It was fresh and amazingly clean. Leaving me in the doorway, she began to peel off her clinging clothes. She tossed her cap aside and then struggled with her damp socks before dumping them into a dainty wicker hamper. With both hands, like she had earlier, she pulled her sweatshirt up revealing her tremendous chest. This time, however, she removed it completely and threw the shirt into the hamper. Her breasts bounced incredibly as she moved about. When she bent to take off her pants I almost lost it. Her tits hung pendulously, past her knees, and swung to and fro as she shimmied out of the tight sweats and large, extremely white panties. Her bush was wild and unkempt, not what you would expect considering the immaculate bathroom she was standing in. "Me first," she told me as she started the water in the small shower. Leaving the frilly curtain open, she climbed under the fine spray. I stood staring as the warm water spilled over her full figure. The water made her dark skin look perfectly smooth and shiny. She poured clear green shampoo into her hand and began rubbing her short, beady white hair with vigor. Her chest danced deliciously as she lathered and I gaped mesmerized. Shortly, she pulled a crisp washcloth from a ceramic shelf and drizzled it with a fragrant bodywash. She started at her neck and slowly, but efficiently, began scrubbing herself. In the past, I had showered with women, but I had never actually watched a woman shower. It was breathtaking. The suds ran down her dark chest and belly in long white lines. Her entire body looked softer and peaceful as the steam rose around her. She raised a leg slightly as she rubbed her unruly bush. Her thighs jiggled and rolled when she attended to them. She bent to clean her calves and feet and for the second time I marveled at her massive hanging breasts. Her tits were incredible, each as big as a volleyball; they were heavy and firm despite their obvious sag. When she began lathering her breasts she looked in my direction. She kneaded them and dropped them, letting them flop about before scooping them up again in a pile of suds. She mashed them together causing pillows of bubbles to gather on her more than ample bosom. She dropped them again and they raced slickly across her protruding belly, coming to a rolling stop more under her arms than not. After rubbing her stomach like she had just completed a big meal, she reached for a towel. The towel was larger than a regular towel -- where you buy towels that big, I'll never know. She wrapped it tightly around her buxom frame, making a glorious long line of soft, dark cleavage. Leaving the water running, she stepped out. "Your turn," she told me, gesturing toward the shower. The room was full of steam and smelled wonderful. I yanked my clothes off -- I was only wearing a shirt and a pair of shorts, no briefs. I left them in a pile on the floor and stepped, a little self-consciously, into the warm water. My cock was fully erect and bobbing crazily as I washed my hair. I was working quickly and moving on to the bodywash. "Slower," she told me, still in her towel and sprinkling herself with an after-shower splash. I slowed and tried to scrub myself at a more leisurely pace. She was watching me intently and I was uncertain how to proceed. I washed my arms and chest and rubbed my hairy legs smooth before wrapping the washcloth around my manhood. I took my nutsack in my hands and cleaned it gently. I pulled at my erection beneath the cloth and watched her reaction. Granny was totally enthralled. She watched wide-eyed as I stroked myself with the cloth. My pulsing head would peek momentarily from under the washcloth before sinking back in as I increased my pace. It was obvious by the look on her face she wanted me to continue -- to finish the job; so I kept pumping. I could feel the eruption building in me and I bent slightly at the knees for balance. "Drop the towel," I told her through clenched teeth. She obediently let her towel slide to her ankles and I was admiring her clean, massive melons when I exploded in her tub. My spunk shot against the tiles and dripped in wet strings down her wall. Not caring that I was soaking wet or that I left the water running, I jumped out of the shower and into her arms. Her huge breasts pressed weighty against my wet chest as we kissed passionately. Her stiff nipples -- her bups -- dug into me as I palmed her wide, flat ass. I pushed her out of the tiny bathroom and back into the hall. I started pulling her to the floor. "My bed is ..." she gasped, resisting. "No," I told her, pushing her more fully onto the plush shag. "Here. Now. Not waiting." She was on her back and I pushed her knees apart, banging each into the hall's narrow walls. I climbed between her thighs and with little hesitation sunk my cock into her wet crease. She moaned, softly at first, but louder each time I thrust deeper into her. The pictures rattled on the walls as I fucked her beneath the Kodak stares of her countless family and friends. Was she their grandmother? Their Aunt? Mother? Sister? Or just a friend? I didn't care; at that moment she was all mine. I pawed at her tits as they flopped under her arms and plunged my stiffness into her again and again. She rocked to my rhythm and tried to match my manic pace. Her knees were banging into the walls loudly and more than one frame fell with a crash, but we didn't stop. She shuddered beneath me as I pressed my weight onto her round belly. I was almost there, too. My butt tightened the moment she released and I burst inside her with a growl. We shook together, eyes closed tightly, her arms pulling at my shoulders. I collapsed onto her, the narrow hall left me no alternative, and she was gasping for breath by the time I managed to climb off. On my knees between her spread legs, a line of our combined juices still connecting us, I tried to slow my panting. "Your bed?" I asked with a smile. She pointed feebly past the broken picture frames to the room at the end of the hall. I helped her to her feet and we carefully made our way past the broken glass and into her bedroom ...