0 comments/ 94123 views/ 5 favorites Having Faith By: Sadie26 Faith was a small town girl, beautiful and confident. She was 18, but had the attitude of a mature woman in her 30's. Faith always knew she wanted more from life then this small town in Iowa could give her. Even as a child she knew there was life past the cow pastures. But as she got older, she began to notice things in her life, things that didn't quite make sense. So one afternoon, after her mother had returned home from work, Faith began asking questions. During the course of their conversation, Faith learned that she was adopted. Her parents weren't her real parents after all. She was both disappointed and excited. Disappointed because this had been kept from her all these years, but excited to finally have a reason to venture out of this one horse town and look for her biological parents. She learned that they lived in Las Vegas, they owned a strip club. Over the years, they had kept in contact with Faith's adoptive parents, just in case. This proved to be valuable in Faith's search for them. She sat down at her computer that night and began the search for the people who were responsible for her life. She typed the name of their club into a search engine and within minutes, she had the website address to her parent's nightclub. Her hands trembled as she clicked the "send email" icon. Just a few short words to let them know that she knew of them and would like to talk. She smiled as she pushed the "send" button, confident that her email would be answered within minutes. Hours turned into weeks and still no word. Everyday Faith would rush to her computer, hoping against hope that there would be a message for her, there never was. She decided to take matters into her own hands. Against her parents' wishes, she began to plan a trip to Sin City. She needed closure, if nothing else. The few details that her mother was able to provide her with weren't enough, she wanted the full story from the only people that knew it, her biological parents. "Faith, honey, I really wish you wouldn't go," said her mother, watching Faith pack her things. "Mama, I have to go, I have to talk to them and find out why they gave me up, I need to see someone who looks like me, who sounds like me ..... some sort of similiarity, can you understand that"? "Yes baby, I can understand that," she said, taking a deep breath, "I just don't want you to go out there with a false sense and get your heart broken," she explained. "I'm a big girl Mama, I can handle it, but if I don't go, I'll always wonder," said Faith. As she packed the last of things, she gave her mother a big hug, a kiss and went downstairs to wait for her cab. So many questions raced thru her mind. What would she say when she finally met them? Do they look like her? Will they accept her? Her stomach was in knots when the cab finally arrived. Once on the plane, she struggled to relax, to clear her mind and just enjoy the flight. She dozed off during the long trip, awakening to the voice of the captain. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching Las Vegas Airport, expected time of arrival, 10 minutes, please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts." The knots returned to her stomach in full force as she looked out the window. So many lights, such a big place. She was just a small town girl looking for her parents. She departed the plane and claimed her luggage. The airport was such a busy place. She searched thru the sea of faces, every set of a eyes, that of a stranger. She finally found an employee of the airport. "Excuse me, I need to find a phone to call a cab," she said. "Well if it's a cab you want, just go to the front entrance of the airport ma'am, there's always cabs waiting there," he explained. "Thank you," she said, hurrying to find the front entrance. Just as the man said, there were dozens of yellow cabs waiting out front. "Where to"? said the driver. "Uhhh, the Cobra Club please," she said. "Ahhhhh yes, the Cobra Club, one of Sin City's hottest spots, you hoping for a job there"? asked the driver, pulling away from the airport. "No, I'm going to find my parents," she explained. "Well that's a new one kid, good luck," he said. Faith settled in the back seat, looking out the window. This was nothing like Iowa, and she couldn't have been happier. Within a few minutes, the cab came to a stop in front of a club. The sign was neon green with a large cobra wrapped around the words Cobra Club. "This is it kid, that'll be $8.50," he said. Faith quickly paid the nice man and jumped outta the cab. Her one suitcase in her hands as she stood there for a moment, trying to summons the courage to go inside. A few deep breaths and she walked inside the dimly lit club. "Can I help you honey"? said a naked woman. "Uhhh, yes," answered Faith, totally surprised, "I'm looking for Joe or Lynn Davis." "Well Lynn aint here honey, but Joe's in the back, who are you"? she asked. "Just tell him that Faith is here and would like to talk to him," she answered, smiling. "Faith, got it," said the lady as she walked to the back behind a long, black beaded curtain. Faith just stood there, looking around like a wide eyed doe in a set of headlights. For some reason, she suddenly felt very relaxed and much more confident then she had been for weeks. She was startled as a tall, thin man emerged from behind the beaded curtain. "Are you Joe"? she asked, almost dropped her suitcase. "Yeah, I'm Joe," he answered. "I'm Faith, your daughter," she said, almost crying. "Faith"? "Oh my God, Faith"? "My little girl Faith"? he said, smiling from ear to ear. "Yes sir, that's what I was told anyway," she answered. "My God, you're more beautiful then your pictures, put that damn suitcase down and give me a hug little girl," he said, extending his arms. She ran to him and embraced him tightly. It felt so good to finally meet someone that looked like her. His hug was warm and friendly and all her fears were put to rest at that moment. She knew it wasn't a mistake to come here. "You here alone"? asked Joe. "Yes sir," she answered. "Do you have somewhere to stay"? "No sir, I didn't make any plans except to come out here and find you," she said smiling. "Well I'll tell you what babygirl, you can stay with me, in exchange you'll work here for rent and food, how's that"? he asked. She smiled and agreed. "You can start tonight, Lisa will show you the ropes," said Joe. Faith took a deep breath. She had been thru alot today, first finding her parents now she had managed to land a job and a place to stay. "Have you ever stripped honey"? asked Lisa, the naked woman who had greeted her at the door just minutes before. "Uhhh no," answered Faith nervously. "Well there's a first time for everything," said Lisa, smiling wickedly. That night the club was crowded, wall to wall people. Faith was so nervous she almost puked several times awaiting her turn to go up on stage. "Relax honey," said Lisa, "They're just a bunch of horny men out there, just dance and don't think about it, it'll pass quickly, I promise." Faith smiled nervously, looking around at all the other girls. They were all so sexy, large tits, tiny waists, beautiful faces. How could she compete with them? "Faith"? "Faith baby"? said a voice behind her. She turned to find a tall, thin older beautiful woman standing there smoking a cigarette. "Uhhh yes, I'm Faith," she answered. "I'm Lynn," said the lady. "Oh my God ... Mom"??? "Yes babygirl, it's me," she said, putting her cigarette out and walking towards her. They hugged tightly as Faith broke into tears. Finally she had found the missing link, the hole in her life was now filled. "Don't cry babygirl," said Lynn, patting Faith's back and gently stroking her hair. "And now for your viewing pleasure, let's welcome to the stage, FAITH"!!!! announced a voice from outside the beaded curtain. "You're up honey," said Lisa, smiling. Even though Faith had no experience with stripping and very little experience even dancing, she ran out to the stage like a seasoned pro. She surprised even herself. The music started, it was loud echoing off the club walls. Joe walked to the edge of the stage to watch his daughter's performance. A bright pink strobe light danced off her glittered body as she slithered around the cold steel pole in the middle of the stage. She wrapped her long, slender legs around it, straddling it like a hooker on saturday night. Within minutes, her song came to the end and her dance was finished. She felt amazing as she bent down and collected her tips from the floor. The audience exploded into a thunderous ovation as she exited the stage. "Oh my God, that was amazing"! she squealed, racing thru the beaded curtain. Joe and Lynn looked at each other as Faith sat at the mirrored table, removing her make up and counting her tips. Joe walked over to Lynn and whispered something in her ear. Lynn smiled as she lit a cigarette, walking over to Faith. Bending down, she whispered into Faith's ear, "You were awesome babygirl, you looked wonderful out there." "Thanks Lynn, I mean Mom," she said, smiling widely. Lynn smiled and walked over to Joe. "I'll see you two at home tonight, I need to meet with Max about the club," said Lynn. "Who's Max"? asked Faith. "No one, just our accountant," answered Lynn, "You did good tonight baby, I'll see you later." "Okay," said Faith. "You won't dance anymore tonight," said Joe, "You can relax for the rest of the night since you're the new girl in town." Faith smiled and finished removing her makeup. One by one the girls entered and exited the small backroom of the club. Each giving Joe a cut of their tips before dressing and leaving for the night. Soon, Joe and Faith were the last two left in the club. "Just stay here baby, I need to go out front and lock up, I'll be right back," said Joe. "Ok Joe," said Faith, gathering her things. Faith looked in the mirror, smiling, not believing she had actually stripped in front of total strangers. She giggled as she thought of the $300 in her pocket. I couldn't have made this in a week back in Iowa, she thought to herself. Just then, the lights went out in the back room. Faith froze, not knowing what was going on. She heard Joe's footsteps coming in the direction of the beaded curtain. He entered, turning on a small lamp on one of the mirrored tables. "Relax Faith, I'm here," he said, smiling devilishy. "What's going on Joe"? she asked. Joe said nothing as he stood there staring at her. He made her uneasy as he examined her body up and down with his dark eyes. He smiled as he stared at her ample tits, remembering how they looked on stage earlier. He could feel his cock throbbing against his silk boxers, aching to be set free. Faith could sense his intentions and she became extremely uneasy. "I think we should go now Joe, Lynn's probably waiting up for us," she said, backing up. Joe laughed loudly, walking slowly towards her, "Lynn's out getting drunk you naive child," he said. "What"?!? said Faith. "Take off your clothes Faith," said Joe, unzipping his pants. "You're crazy, you're my father"! said Faith, getting very upset. "Yeah, so"? said Joe, laughing, "Take off your fucking clothes Faith." Faith kept backing up until she could go no further. "Looks like you hit a dead end babygirl," said Joe. Faith began crying, not understanding why her father was doing this. "Last time, take off your clothes," growled Joe. Faith stared at her father, looking into his eyes as she slid her clothes off slowly. He pulled his cock from his pants, stroking it softly, looking at his daughter's naked body. Small bits of glitter still caught the light as she moved, sliding her thong to the floor around her ankles. Joe smiled as he walked over to his trembling, naked daughter. He placed his hands on the sides of her face, pulling her lips to his. She pursed her lips together, refusing to kiss the man that was responsible for her existence. He slid his tongue between her lips, parting them softly as their bodies pressed together. She could feel his cock pressing into her smooth mound. His hands moved from her face down to her bare ass, rubbing and caressing it as they kissed. He groaned into her lips, sending chills down her back. He reached over and took one of her hands, sliding it between their bodies, down to his cock. Instinctively she began caressing his warm, pre-cum soaked tip. She no longer cared whether this was right or wrong. Her pussy was wet and ached to be fucked. They kissed harder as she began stroking his cock with long, tight strokes. She felt Joe pick her up as they moved to the table. He carefully placed her on the edge and went to his knees between her legs. Her body trembled as she looked down, watching her father lower his mouth to her dripping fuck hole. He wasted no time placing his warm mouth over her pussy, flicking his tongue over her clit. His warm breath sent chills thru her soul as she wrapped her legs around his neck. His strong hands reached up and grabbed her nipples, rolling them in his fingers as he slid his tongue inside her. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the mirror. She groaned loudly as her father tongue fucked her intensely. Joe began rubbing her tits hard, massaging them in his hands. Her hips began bucking, sliding her pussy all over her father's face, smearing her juices all over his mouth. She gasped when she felt Joe's thick finger enter her asshole, stretching it and probing her tight virgin walls. Then 2 fingers, pumping in and out with a deep quickness. His tongue moved like a seductive tornado over her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth. She groaned even louder, reaching down and gripping his hair into her hand, clutching it tightly. His mouth slammed into her pussy, licking her deep as the tip of his nose massaged her engorged clit. "Ahhhhhhh Joe, I'm gonna cum,"!!!!! she screamed, grinding wildly against his face. His fingers pumped her harder, twisting inside her ass as it loosened around his knuckles. One final lick and her sticky, warm cum drenched his face, coating his tongue. He looked up, watching his daughter's face and body as she shook violently on his tongue and fingers. Before her climax could subside, Joe stood up, grabbing Faith's legs and wrapping them around his waist. He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock inside her, instantly popping her virginal cherry. He looked down and saw a small puddle of blood seeping from her pussy as it clenched his shaft. Their groans rocketed off the walls as he watched himself in the mirror, fucking his daughter. Faith placed her hands on Joe's chest, digging her nails into his flesh as he pumped her. "Fuck, I never knew fucking you could be this good babygirl," he moaned, slamming his cock in deeper. "Oh God Joe,"! she moaned, grabbing his shoulders. "Oh shit, I'm gonna fucking cum Faith, ahhhhhhhhh fuck, here it cums," he groaned. "Oh oh oh Joe, God yes Joe, fucking give it to me," she screamed, tightening her pussy around his cock, milking him. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit, yeahhhhhhhhh,"!!!!!!!! he screamed, releasing his seed into his daughter's dripping pussy. Their groans and heavy breaths bounced off the walls as they kept their position. Joe leaned in and kissed his daughter wildly as his cock softened deep within her pussy. She moaned softly as she felt the last of his cum empty inside her. Chills danced up and down her body as her pussy began to lapse, relaxing from the invasion of her father's large cock. "Hop down babygirl," said Joe, sliding his cock from her. She smiled as she slowly climbed down from the table. As she stood, a small stream of her father's cum slid down her weakened legs. Joe looked down and smiled. "Get dressed baby, I'll pull the car around," said Joe pulling up his pants, "You were awesome tonight." Having Faith Like a lot of the guys out there on the internet, I'm fascinated with hotwife stories. I love to read about wives having sex outside of their marriage. It doesn't really matter if it is swinging, or hotwifing with the support of a husband, or cheating and cuckolding. There are aspects to all of those areas that get my motor running. Also, like a lot of the guys out there on the internet, my wife wouldn't have anything to do with any flavor of sex outside the marriage. Just bringing the topic up would put me in the doghouse for weeks or longer. Like many women, she has love and sex inseparably tangled together. She would never admit it, but she also sees sex as a way of keeping 'her' man. That leaves me reading the stories and stroking my imagination as well as my cock. One other activity I have partaken in is to occasionally stop by a nearby adult bookstore and video arcade. I sometimes see couples there and find that pretty thrilling. Normally, I would go there and watch the couples walk the aisles by the video booths or see them doing a little necking in the theater. After a while I'd go to a booth and stroke one out. I once got a blowjob through a glory hole from a woman who took on a line of guys. I had never participated in anything with any one there before. This time, I was standing in the door of a booth looking at what was playing inside when a couple entered the booth next to me. She was wearing jeans and a bulky sweater -- nothing very sexy. As she entered the booth, we made eye contact. She tipped her head in a way that seemed to encourage me to go into the booth I was at. I went in and discovered the glory hole. I hadn't realized that this pair of booths was connected by a hole. Only a few of the booths in the arcade had holes between them. Mostly, I avoided them because I didn't want some creepy guy watching me through it as I played with myself. I knelt down and looked through the hole. The couple was standing across the booth from the hole. He was behind her lifting off her sweater. There was nothing but bare naked breasts under the sweater. I watched as he worked her tits over. They were medium large with very large puffy nipples. He pulled and squeezed them while they both watched me through the little hole. I was rock hard in my hand as I watched this guy show his wife's body off to me. I was really thrilled when he unbuttoned her pants and stuck his hand inside. I could see the movement of his hand in her panties as he fingered her. She touched her breasts while he fingered her. Then she moved one of her fingers to her mouth and started giving the finger a blow job. Here was this married woman that I wouldn't have looked twice at if I had seen her at the mall or grocery store putting on a sexy show for me. I was so excited I almost shook. After a while she leaned down to me at the hole and whispered, "Give it to me." I was dumbfounded. Now I'm not totally ignorant. I know that men and women came to this place to suck dicks through the hole. I was just shocked that this was happening to me. I had never done anything with another woman since my wedding day and felt a guilty thrill at the thought of what this woman was offering me. I stood up and slowly eased my cock through the hole. I half imagined terrible things like getting a hat pin stuck through it locking me into the wall, or having her paint it bright red for my wife to find. But, as I eased into the hole, I felt soft lips and a wet tongue taking my cock in. Pretty soon I had my groin locked to the wall as she sucked me like I had never been sucked in my life. This woman had a magical mouth. The way she moved on my pole was incredible. I probably lasted about five minutes before I couldn't hold back another second. I had come close to orgasm a couple of times and managed to get myself back under control to make this slice of heaven last a little longer. I felt that tightening in the back of my balls and then the rhythmic pumping as I came into her mouth. She kept right on sucking as I came. When I finished, she continued to hold me in her mouth gently sucking and cleaning my now hypersensitive cock. I knelt back down to the hole and saw her sitting there, inches away from me. "Wow. That was great," I said. "Thanks." She winked at me and said, "Thank you, darling. Now you go let someone else in there. I need some more. Okay?" "Uhh...sure." I stuffed myself back in my pants and double checked my zipper. I unlatched the door and was surprised to see was a crowd at the door. When I left the booth, the next guy slipped past me as I was still leaving it. I went back to the front of the arcades and watched as four other guys entered and left the booth I had been in. I managed to build up another hard on as I watched and imagined what it would be like if it were my wife and I in the booth with a line of guys waiting to stick their cocks through the wall. Finally, I saw the couple's door open and they came out. She was again fully dressed and looked like a demure housewife. When they walked past me, she looked up and smiled. She pulled her husband to a stop as I said, "Thanks again. That was wonderful." "I'm glad you enjoyed it, honey. I know I did," she replied. I saw her wedding ring catch the light as she reached up to pull a lock of her dark hair back from where it was across her cheek. The hair was actually stuck. She pulled it back and tucked it behind her ear. There was a shiny spot on her cheek where it had stuck. My cock throbbed in my pants. "We come here once every month or two," she said. "I hope to see you again sometime." Then she turned and they left. I never saw her there again. Not that I was there that often myself. I could only go during the work day or on evenings on those few times when my wife was out of town. Since couples only seemed to be there in the evenings, I never really went during the day. My wife only visited her family three or four times a year so I didn't get much chance to watch women acting like those in the stories I read. It had been five months since my wife last traveled overnight when she told me that she would have to go to Atlanta for a three day training session for her to get the CEUs she needed to maintain her professional certification. It would be a Wednesday through Friday training. With a tingle in my belly thinking of the implications, I suggested that she stop at her parents on the way back and spend the weekend with them. She agreed and I started a countdown to being able to spend a couple of evenings at the bookstore. I left for the bookstore late on that Friday evening. Between the late departure and some unexpected traffic, I didn't get there until 9:30 or so. That was later than I'd ever been to the bookstore. I wondered what the later time would mean. As I left my car in the parking lot, I saw a couple getting out of their own car a little way past me. I noticed that the woman was blonde and had on something red. I really couldn't see her very well between the cars. As I went on in the store, I passed another couple and a single guy in the entry hall. They were obviously waiting on someone in the ladies room. It looked like I would get to see a number of women being naughty. After paying the clerk, I went down the dark hallway to the open area just past the two couches and the coke machine. I could see a number of men wandering up and down the aisles between the video booths. There were also a couple of guys sitting on stools by the two video games next to the door leading to the new theater. I went down the ramp that led to the theater. It was really dark when I went into the theater. I stopped in the doorway and let my eyes adjust. Finely, I could see well enough to be able to get a seat without sitting on someone's lap. The seats had someone in most of the rows. I found an empty row and sat there. On-screen a Hispanic woman was getting screwed from behind while she sucked on a massive cock in front of her. It was pretty standard porn - no attempt at story, just bodies slapping and slipping. After a few minutes the two couples that had been in the entry hall came in. One of the women was very full figured while the other was thinner. The larger woman had on a black dress that looked like it was made of a bunch of scarves. It was cut across her boobs so that a fair amount of her generous bosom was exposed. They all sat together in on of the other empty rows. There was a bit of shuffling and movement as several of the men moved from their seats to ones right in front and behind the newcomers. It felt like everyone in the room was holding their breath waiting for something to happen. The only people watching the movie were the two couples. Everyone else had their eyes peeled for action. I laughed to myself. It was like these guys thought that the women were about to strip down and take on all comers. The air was so heavy with unfulfilled anticipation that I finally got up and left. It was just too much. All those guys looking like starving men being kept from a sumptuous feast was pretty silly. I didn't figure anything was going to really happen to justify the quivering anticipation in the room. Back in the arcade area I found that the woman and man I had seen in the parking lot were now inside. She was a fairly tall blonde in a tight bright red dress and heels. She looked damn good. It was like she was dressed to go out to an upscale restaurant or a nice club. I don't know how old she was -- she certainly wasn't jailbait, but she was far from old and creaky. The best description of her would be a totally hot PTA/soccer mom MILF on the prowl. She and her husband were just standing there chatting with a guy they seemed to know. As I wandered up and down the aisles of booths, they just stood there chatting. I could see that she had big full breasts, nicely shaped legs. She had a full womanly figure without being close to being a BBW. She was tallish. I'd guess that she was 5'7" or so without the heels. She carried herself with a confident ease that I had never seen in any of the women in an adult book store. I was, to say the least, highly attracted to this woman. I cruised the aisles and watched a few videos, always keeping an eye on the sexy blonde. She continued chatting with her friend and a couple of other guys. After a while the couples that had been in the theater came out. I got to watch the ladies enter a glory hole booth together. There was an instant line of guys at the booth next to them. The husbands stood outside the door and watched as several guys entered the booth and then left. That was exactly what I had come to the place to see. I had a hard on in my jeans as I observed the activity. The two women entertained about five men. The men would go into the booth quickly, their movements tight and eager. When they came out they wore easy smiles and most of them headed straight for the exit. I enjoyed watching the events and let them feed my fantasies about having my wife do that exact same thing. Finally, the two women left their booth and were escorted by their husbands out to the room off the entry hallway reserved for smoking. I strolled past the sexy MILF and went back to the theater. It had emptied out some and I wasn't quite as night blind as before, so finding an empty row to sit in was easy. I had been sitting there for about three minutes when I heard steps coming down the ramp to the theater entry. Looking around, I saw my red dressed vision of naughtiness enter the theater with her husband and their friend. I watched as they men took seats on either side of her in the row across the aisle from me. After about thirty seconds of debate, I got up and moved to the row immediately in front of them. Suddenly I was acting like I saw all of those other men did earlier, but I didn't want to miss anything that happened. With my seat right in front of the sexy lady, I thought I might get to see her do some necking and petting with her husband and maybe with her friend there. I wasn't wrong, either. After just a few moments, her friend had one hand on her tits and the other on her thigh under her dress. I thought my cock would split open from the pressure. This was incredibly sexy. Then I saw her grab his wrist and remove his hand from between her legs. I thought the show was over and was ready to run up to a booth and stroke out an orgasm. She stood up and removed her skimpy red panties, revealing a beautiful smooth shaved pudenda and a very wet pussy. I watched in excited amazement as the guy slipped on a condom and she sat in his lap. I couldn't believe that I was watching this sexy woman fuck a man right there in front of me. I looked over at her husband. He was watching her activities closely. He was also playing traffic cop -- reminding some of the guys standing in the aisle that management would make them leave if they didn't have a seat. I was sure happy with my location. I had a perfect view of the action. It only took a few minutes before the guy was gasping and obviously coming. The woman lifted up off of his deflating cock, bent over, and kissed the guy. Then she sat back between him and her husband with a very hungry look in her eye. She opened the top of her dress and pulled her full breasts out. Immediately hands reached over from the seat behind her and started caressing her tits. The just fucked guy got up and was replaced by another man. I was excited to watch this sexy woman quickly open his pants and lean down to devour his cock. His head tipped back and she started stroking his cock with her mouth. I was turned in my seat looking right at her as she did this. Her legs were spread and she looked positively wanton bent at the angle she was in to get her mouth on his cock. Men were still stroking her breasts as she sucked. I am by nature a bit shy and very conscious of personal space, so it was with a lot of trepidation that I slowly reached forward and stroked the inner thigh of this sexpot. I half expected her legs to slam shut and her husband (who was a tall athletic looking guy) pop me one. Instead, I got a superb gift. This incredible woman grabbed my arm a moved my hand to her dripping pussy. The butterflies in my stomach became electrified. The hair on the back of my neck stood up in excitement. Here I was fingering the pussy of a totally hot sexy stranger in front of a dozen other men and her husband. I changed my angle and was able to get both middle fingers into her and could feel her hunching her hips into my hand. It didn't take long for they guy she was sucking to come. She sat up and scooted down in her seat, offering me unfettered access to her pussy. I started fingering her so that my fingertips repeatedly hit her G-spot while my palm hit her clit. I felt her winding up to orgasm. That is when her husband spoke to me for the first time. "Watch out," he said. "She'll really squirt." I'd heard of female ejaculation before, but had never seen it. Sometimes, women that I fingered like this would get awfully wet and come over and over, but I'd never seen one squirt. I just smiled at him and watched her writhing on my hand. Squirt wasn't the word for it. Suddenly, I felt her start coming. Along with the rhythmic pulses in her vagina, she gushed. It was as if someone had taken a Dixie Cup of warm water and splashed it on my hand and forearm. I was amazed and excited beyond belief. She was very vocal and groaned and moaned and squealed as I kept finger fucking her. She turned her head and one of the guys who had been playing with her big boobs stood up and put his hard cock next to her head over the seat. She engulfed it quickly as I continued stroking her from orgasm to orgasm. This was the most sexually responsive woman I have ever seen. She continued to periodically gush fluids over my hand and wrist as she came. I started thinking that she needs to take a break and drink some fluids to avoid dehydration. I'm sure there was a small puddle on the floor where it dripped off my hand. After a bit she stopped sucking on the guy and sat all the way up in her seat, pulling my fingers out of her cunt as she did so. My wrist and hand were soaked with her juices. She grabbed my arm and said, "You..." Then she turned to the guy she had been sucking and said, "...and you. Come here." She turned to the guy that had jumped into the seat next to her and said, "Sorry baby. You are getting bounced. I'll be here for a while, but I want these two now." She moved me into the seat next to her, unzipped my pants, and put my dick into her mouth. Then the guy she had been sucking, at her husbands direction, slipped on a condom and started fucking her from behind. She was standing with her legs apart bent at the waist to get her mouth on me. I felt her body moving as he pushed and pulled her while he fucked her. The blowjob she gave me was world class. There was no messing around; she was just going straight for the payoff. She used her mouth and throat like a pussy wrapped around my cock, fucking it in and out deeply. I could feel her tongue moving as she rapidly stroked me with her mouth. She used her right hand to stroke the base of my cock as she sucked on me. It was absolutely awesome. I just sat back and enjoyed the rush. At one point I moved her hair back out of her face to help her from getting it in her mouth. When she started back down on me again, I put my hand down on my thigh. She had her left hand there, and when I sat my hand down it was on top of her hand. I could feel the wedding ring on her hand as she sucked me. It was all it took for me to begin the wind up to cumming. I continued to feel the ring on her hand as I felt my orgasm approaching. My toes were curling so hard they tried to cramp. I looked over at the man she had picked from the crowd to fuck her. He was pumping away at her, holding her by the hips and thrusting hard enough the slap of his body against her ass was audible over the sounds of the movie everyone had forgotten about. Touching her wedding ring as she wantonly sucked my dick was thrilling, but the real icing on the cake was when I looked at her husband who was watching his wife being double teamed. It was clear that he was enjoying her activities. I wondered whether he was going to have her at the video store or if he had the control to get her home before ravishing his hot wife. When the moment came for me, my beautiful blonde MILF took every drop. I shook in my seat as she continued to suck on my softening cock. The guy fucking her was building up. I could tell he was about to come. I massaged her breasts as he finally stopped thrusting and just pushed himself deep into her pussy. There was a pause as we all rejoined the world. I became aware of all the people watching us -- the horny expectant men, the couples that I had seen earlier, even one of the store clerks was in the theater watching. I'm usually a bit shy and this was way out of my experience. It had been thrilling, but now I kind of wanted to just disappear. I thanked the lovely lady and her husband and got up and went back to the lobby area. I bought a cold drink from the machine and leaned against the wall reliving the last few minutes. Wow -- it had been way more than I ever expected. I had come here thinking I might see someone's hot wife flash a bit, but most likely I would just see men going in and out of the glory hole booth. To be able to participate in a very nasty public scene like this was almost beyond imagining. As I caught my breath, the guy who had fucked her while I was getting sucked came up and bought a drink. We smiled a knowing smile together and slapped a quick high five. "Wow -- that was pretty damn hot," I said. "Yep. I've heard she comes in here once in a while and clears the house," he replied. Having Faith "You mean she's still at it?" "Yep, she's got that older black dude in there eating her pussy while she's blowing another guy," he said. "He better have scuba gear. The way she gushes, he could drown," I said laughing. "I've never seen a more responsive woman. Squirting like that was new for me, too. What a hottie!!" "Yep, I'm glad to have come tonight," he said. "Me too." I looked around at the video booths. There wasn't much going on there, but I was curious about how long Mrs. MILF and her husband were going to be around. I finished my drink and went back into the theater to see what was up. She was being double teamed yet again by two more guys. It was incredible to see her stamina. She was on an orgasm roller coaster and was using up guys to keep the ride going. I stayed and watched for a while. That hot lady finished with the two guys she was with when I came back in and switched over to another pair. I saw one of the watchers who had reached over and was playing with one of her full breasts cum all over himself as he stroked himself. I had a little laugh about that. The poor guy shot before he could be with her. The two couples that had been in the booths earlier got up to leave the theater, I followed them out. They were heading out of the store so I stopped in the lobby by the drink machine again. This had been one of my wildest experiences ever and I took a moment to just catch my breath. Wow, what an experience. While I was standing there, Mrs. MILF and her husband came out of the theater. Her dress was back on and aside from the slightly mussed hair you wouldn't know she just pulled a long train of guys in the theater. They headed to the booths trailed by a line of guys. I watched as six different men entered and left the booth next to hers. I was actually thinking about heading over there again when she and her husband left their booth. They came back up to the little lobby/TV area and split up. She went to the ladies bathroom while he waited. I said hello and asked how it was going. "We're heading out early tonight. Lot's of chores to take care of in the morning," was his reply. "Yeah, the details of modern life can really get in the way of living it up." "We normally stay a bit longer, but tonight was kinda spur of the moment." "Well, I have to say that I was super impressed. She is an incredibly hot woman." About then, she came back from the bathroom looking fresh and sexy. "Hello again," I said to the woman who I had seen sexually taken on over a dozen men. My cock was hardening just standing there speaking to her. We had a surrealistically inane conversation about traffic on the highway back towards town. Here I was talking about traffic with a sexy woman who had just performed one of the hottest things I'd ever witnessed. I discovered that they lived about twenty minutes down the road from me. As we were talking, she started digging through her purse, finally pulling out some gum. "Here it is," she exclaimed. "I love doing this, but after a bit the taste of all that cum just builds up." Then she popped the gum in her mouth. Then she asked, "Did I give you one of my cards?" "Cards? No, I haven't seen any cards." She dug back into her purse and produced a business card with her name -- Faith "MILF" Morgan. It advertised a website for her fans. "Here you go sweetie. Drop me a note sometime. I'd love to do a photo shoot or video with you. We can keep you anonymous if you'd like." I was amazed. I really didn't believe that anyone that did the web vixen thing was real. Sure, there are tons of women out there showing skin and teasing guys into coughing up money. But I figured that they were all artificial, just personae created for the web. Here I was in front of a real live hot sexy woman who had just had every guy in the adult theater who also had the whole web page thing going. This was like living one of those hot stories on the net. Unfortunately, I haven't followed up on her invitation yet. The timing hasn't been right. In my imagination, though, I've replayed that night many times. I've also been through her website a number of times now. Every picture I see brings back that night as I rubbed her clit and G-spot. Her gushing pussy and her heated sexual response were so overwhelming. She was totally in the moment, breaking taboos while enjoying the sexual rush and the extreme nastiness. What an experience. I am very much looking forward to contacting her and having Faith once again. Having Faith I live in a block of purpose built retirement flats. We have our own community gardens to keep us pensioners happy as well as a community room where we hold regular functions. Not being the social animal my aim was to settle for a quiet uneventful life, believing all things sexual were long gone. Except for the looking of course and I could always imagine how it was when I was young. But who was I kidding! You see; there are lots of lonely spinsters and widows here. One day, there was I, minding my own business and pricking out the spring seedlings in the greenhouse - when along comes Faith. Now every time we see each other I think of Faith Donahue, there's giving away my age! Now I know a young man's fancy turns to love in the spring but who would have thought a woman like Faith would have sparked off an older guy's fancy!? We got talking how one does, me just being sociable and friendly with my neighbour, not thinking for one moment there would be anything more regarding her motive in talking to me. But I was soon to discover - (and to my great delight I may add, because it brought out something I thought I 'd lost forever ) -that Faith had other things in mind. Well she was lonely wasn't she? Yeah! That's all it was. And looking back, I just cannot understand how I could have been that naive not to have recognised her intentions before I did. I mean there she was, telling me she had to come out of her flat Me thinking; "Right, there is nothing wrong in that!" for an hour or two to take in a breath of fresh air. But whereas primarily - I was just entering into polite conversation regarding all matters pertaining to gardening - and a few other meaningless subjects too, well meaningless to me anyway, I wasn't interested what her married son was doing in Australia was I! I didn't pick up her body language at all, not even when, in the greenhouse, she bent provocatively over the edge of the staging to reach one of my prize cactus plants. I was a little concerned because the mature plant had lots of sharp thorns so I told her to take care. Then I saw her wiggle that enticing hind of hers like she was doing it to music, and realised she was wasn't doing that for nothing. I had no music on or anything that perhaps would entice her to do that. But Boy! Did it arouse me! Suddenly I caught on, she was doing it for my benefit no doubt. And I bloody well liked it. "Don't worry Alex; I shall take care, what a fine specimen this is." "Just wait 'till you see my cucumbers" I said intuitively - and just maybe - maybe the way I said that caused her to give me that certain look which said everything, like it was an open invitation - and the sexual urge was back again, alive and very well when least expected, causing me to talk in such a way - then she gave me such a mischievous smile announcing I must show her. At this time I was struggling with a growing rapidly erection like nobody's business, attempting to arrange my legs so as to camouflage it! Like I was standing there cross-legged with it firmly nudged between. And when I did there she was, just standing there stroking the length of it. The cucumber that is!, but it was the provocative way she was stroking it and what she was saying as she did so; "What a lovely one" she murmured so sweetly and I'm sure her eyes flicked downwards when she said that. "My prize variety" I said, I hope to win the local horticultural competition again this year.." And then she took great interest asking me all about it, still stroking the cucumber in such a way I could not prevent the swelling rising to red alert in my trousers. All at once I was beginning to realise and understand that just because you are sixty five doesn't mean you are dead-pan sexually. I won't deny I have looked more than once at a girl or two, perhaps with a carnal fantasy rummaging the mind cells. Well of course I have - and don't most guys my age? Where would we be without our fantasies with the way the girls dress nowadays; giving plenty of showing of gorgeous young thigh and boobs! Sometimes I'm thinking, why couldn't it of be like that in my younger day. I was looking at Faith completely in a different way. I was thinking for a fifty nine year old she still held her feminine stance very well and that wonderful slim firm bum; need I say more? Faith knew what she was doing alright and no mistake, she had to know about my swelling unless she was blind or something, She replaced the cactus plant to its original place at the back of the staging and again I was treated to another display of sheer beauty when again she bent over, more provocatively this time. It was like I was almost tempted to stroke the fine posture but maybe that would have been going too far, better to take it as it comes and Wow! Did I want to cum! She wore a loose taffeta dress which did wonders for her curves and she looked every inch like a thirty year old viewing her credentials from behind - and she looked good from the front too, very ample boobs; nice and firm and enticing. All at once I knew I wanted her. She turned again, quickly as if she wanted to catch my glance, smiling so sweetly she closed to me, then I knew she had seen my swelling, the way she brushed her thigh against me there, her lips almost touching mine. "Hope you don't think I am too forward, Alex? - but it has been such a long time since I have been with a bloke, and I do miss the warmth and comfort a man can give a woman." I was stuck for words, all this caring and attention in the greenhouse was so lovely and good, I felt like a teenager again starting all over. Remembering how it was with my first girl called Millie who, ironically, I lost my innocence to in a greenhouse when I was working as an apprentice gardener in a large firm, she was one of the office staff who, it turned out, had me for a bet with her mates. That first fuck was wonderful and soon I had it with two other of her mates too, I was in big demand in those days and now it seemed I still was. But when I did start to reply to her question, her lips were pressing on mine and I was immersed in the most wonderful of delving wet French kisses most enjoyed. Instinctively I could not hold back any longer and there I was, in my mind with Millie again, my fumbling fingers finding her beneath that silk floral skirt, that feeling so good, the succulent warmth of her moist pussy doing everything for my libido and a lot more too. As if faith knew my disposition she whispered; "you see it is never too late to enjoy the pleasures shared between a man and woman" - that she had tried so many times to attract my attention, and that is why she felt she had to go for it, that she adored me, thought I was the most attractive guy she had seen in a long time, and longed to share some quality time with me, no strings attached, and that is what I wanted. I felt quite honored, Faith saying that to me, but was I taking too much for granted?, I suddenly felt quite shocked at what my sexual fervor had tempted me do and promptly took my hand away from beneath her skirt. But do you know something? She would have none of that, and promptly grabbed my wrist and retuned my hand to the place it was, then, eyes closed she moved her hips slowly and wonderfully as I squeezed her, toyed with her there, moving my hand beneath and behind her to enjoy those lovely firm curves and she loved it, she moaned and moaned and then I felt the absolute thrill and joy of her response when the ache I had below was being tended to with such grace and precision, her hand squeezing and molding me over my trousers - I was in a complete reverie. It was like a fever, I took in her scent, her perfume, the scent of woman - something I'd missed so much - I realised then. "Want to come back to my flat, Alex?" she asked in such a matter of fact way, in a very sure down to earth way so that I knew exactly what she meant and what she wanted. I nodded to the affirmative (as if I wouldn't!) - she said that if I didn't mind she'd go first and I could follow in five minutes , just in case prying eyes were looking. She was prudent too, which suited fine and there was something about watching her walk off, I was looking at her on a way like never before, she was really something and my carnal vibes were reeling very deep and enticing sexual thoughts, that soon I would be inside her skirt again and seeking the gem of woman's mystery. I don't think I quite waited for the five minutes, more like three when she left me at the greenhouse door, whispering she would get me a coffee after because she thought I wouldn't want one before! It was so cosy in her bedroom. She'd decorated it all in burgundy and even the bed linen matched, a woman's touch - then I wanted her touch in more ways than one! I sat on the bed like she asked me too, feeling the bulge throbbing inside my pants. "I think we need to remedy that and pretty darned quick," she said chuckling like a teenager - and before I knew it her hands were busy delightfully undoing my shirt, my trouser zip and all. I had forgotten the last time I was with a woman naked but it was a very magical experience, she seemed delighted enough when she saw my all and wasn't slow to go down on her knees beside the bed and , after some wonderfully gentle and teasing massage, she took me into her mouth like a wild thing, it was easy to see she was so hungry for it. I'd ripped her skirt off, to see what was beneath, her wondrous charms so tempting just waiting to be caressed. For a woman her age she was so wonderfully unwrinkled and soft .We both worked ourselves up into a sexual frenzy and got up onto the bed each knowing what the other wanted and taking the sixty nine position, I did what I had fantasised to do with a woman for so long - pushed my face between her gorgeous thighs, wanting her to smother me with her beautifully primed pink wet pussy, I was in my element then feeling her deep suck of me as I sucked her, discovering her wants, her secrets as she spurred me on. Holding each other so tight, tasting her and so enjoying the need of woman again, it wasn't long before we could bear it no longer, we wanted the waterloo to gratify our sexual encounter, and like it had all happened before several times, I was deep thrusting inside her, no holds barred and we were as one, enjoying the absolute ecstasy of each other's deep fuck. And I knew we would be sharing so many more, and I was alive again, so anyone who tells you, you are done for after sixty five refer them to me, I surprise myself every morning now with a very sound hard-on just waiting for Faith.