0 comments/ 111888 views/ 4 favorites Fran By: ainu Old folks fuck their brains out, too I'm 72 years old and having the best sex of my life, Perhaps that's a sad commentary on how poor my earlier sex life was but it's true. My partner is 69 years old and it's almost a standing joke that we better live up to her age as we clamber into position for mutual oral sex. So, if you sometimes see a couple of gray-haired old folks in a mall, smiling, realize that they may have been fucking their brains out a couple hours before. The sex isn't the same as it was forty years ago. Not as frequent. Not as urgent. Better technique now, highly cooperative -- after all, each time might be the last time in each of our lives. That sort of helps concentrate your feelings. Very warm, very emotional. While the bodies may be a little more wrinkled and sagging, all the necessary parts are still there and her cunt is just as juicy as a twenty-year old and her butt still feels smooth and firm and sexy. I was married for over 40 years and my wife died. I know now what a humdrum sex life we had. I mean we had sex regularly and we raised three children successfully. But it never had the passion we're now having. Probably a lot of marriages are like that. And I can't just blame my wife, it had to be because of me, too. It takes two to tango, as they say. Neither of us knew any better, I guess. A little over six months after my wife died, some old friends invited me over for dinner. I knew these people from way back before I ever met my wife. Back then the wife of this couple, even before they were a couple and were just dating, fixed me up with a blind date with a girl friend she thought was perfect for me. Fran was cute. Dark hair, small, a little busty. In my mind I compared her favorably with an actress/singer back then named Kathryn Grayson. We got along fine and dated a half dozen times. We 'necked' as it was then called, holding and kissing each other and feeling around just a little but it never went far. Then we quit dating. I'm not sure why -- I changed jobs, moved, probably never called her back again. Anyway, something like 45 years later, at dinner there were my friends, two other couples, me and Fran. The wife part of my friends just never gives up, I guess. Fran was probably as surprised as I was. But at our ages, you go with the flow. So Fran and I talked and caught up on things, grandchildren, etc. She's still as cute as ever. Still small, nice figure, although her hair is now white. She's been single for quite awhile, me fairly recently. So I asked her out and a week later we went to a movie and dinner. I took her to the door and she looked up and I could tell it was o.k. and I kissed her. She kissed back and we held each other close and kissed again, then I asked if she wanted to go out a week later and she agreed and we said good night. The next date, she asked me in when we got back to her place. We were on a couch and after several kisses, she asks, "Can you still have sex?" I was dumbfounded. "What?" is all I managed to croak out. "Not every man can still get an erection when they get older. So, I'm asking if you are capable of getting an erection and having sexual intercourse," she rolled out, amost like a teacher giving a lesson. Since she did teach for years, it was probably her normal way of talking. "Uh, well," I stammered, "yeah, I can. I needed Viagra the last couple years but I guess the answer is yes." "Good," she said, smiling now, "bring some Viagra on our next date then." "You know, Fran, you don't have to do this. Way back, some girls thought they had to put out as sort of a repayment for the guy buying dinner but that isn't what I had in mind." "No, I know that. It's what I had in mind," she answered. "Look, 40 years ago when I was a young, naive virgin but thought a lot about becoming a non-virgin, I finally met the guy that I decided I would go to bed with. I waited for him to make his move and the next thing I know, he's gone. If I waited for you now, the same thing would happen again. I don't know how you ever managed to get married and have children." "It was more than forty," I said, "And there's no way we can capture things the way they were back then. We both know better now. And while you 're just as sexy now as you were then, I'm over-age and over-weight and need Viagra to perform. I've never been the world's greatest lover and I never was one of those huge stallions, just average maybe, and I think I've shrunk a little with age." She grinned and kissed me quickly. "From what I can feel, you're ready now and you haven't had any Viagra. Darn you Pete Ross. I had my whole life in order and you had to show up again. I was done with all this and now you've opened it all up again. So you're not getting away this time. Now, when should we get together next?" Age hadn't hurt my thinking department any. My answer was, "How about an hour from now? I can got to my place, take a Viagra and be back here in about an hour or maybe a little more." Fran grinned like mad. "Get a move on, sounds great to me." From my experience, Viagra takes a half hour or perhaps slightly more to work on me. When it kicks in, I get a very slight headache and my nose stops up some. It's obvioulsy enlarging blood vessels in more places than my cock. The other thing that has always happened to me with Viagra is, once some foreplay gets me an erection and I put it to use, I can stay hard seemingly forever and I never cum. Well, my only experience was with my wife but with her I kept going until she pretty much got tired of having me sliding in and out of her. Once she orgasmed, it was all over for her. So I don't know what will happen with Fran but I know it willl work. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised that a truly sexy situation with a woman who really wants it rather than just accepts it might see me able to perform even without Viagra. When I got back she was in a nightgown and she led me to the bedroom before she even said hello. Once in the bedroom we held each other and kissed and she asked me to get undressed. The only light was sort of a glow coming from a light in the adjacent bathroom. So, she wouldn't get too good a look at my againg, sagging body. But as I got undressed, She pullled the nightgown off over her head and I got a pretty good look at her body. She looked fine to me. Maybe a little thicker in the middle but a very desirable woman. "You've got a great body, Fran,' I said. She smiled and we kissed again and she squeezed her hand in between us to wrap her fingers around my erection. I wasn't sure what all might happen but I had no fear of whether I could keep an erection long enough to do anything. She led me to the bed, climbed on and lay back. I lay down next to her. We kiss and she's got hold of my cock again and it's coming up to a very good erection. I slid down a little, kissed her shoulders, held her breasts with my hands and got my mouth to a nipple. She still had very nice breasts. I'm sure they sagged some compared to years before but they felt great to me. "Your breasts are lovely," I said as I sucked and licked the nipple and sort of rolled the other nipple between my fingers. "You don't have to be so gentle," she says, "I like a little action." I didn't stay there long. I got one hand down to her pussy, had to replace her fingers with mine. She had been fingering herself as I sucked her tits. I kissed down across her stomach, aiming at the real thing. My wife had developed a little pot over the years and as I learned later so had Fran. I suspect all women tend to get a little broader and thicker in the stomach and hips as they age. At the moment, though, as it had been with my wife, I didn't notice any difference from when I first did this years and years ago. A luscious body is still a desirable body. "Oh, yes, please," she says almost moaning, "it's been years." I was soon on my knees between her legs, my fingers on her labia. I kissed each thigh, moving towards her cunt. I then used both hands to both spread her open and hold her pubic hair away and got my tongue into her. I just love this. My tongue feels the shape of her slit, moving up and down in what's sort of like a small canyon.. I can feel both sides of her opening, soft but firm -- but not as soft as it's going to get in a minute or so. I shove my tongue in licking and moving it around. It all gets a little wetter, a little juicier. Then up and down again, then up until I find a little shape. It's a larger shape than I felt for years in my wife, Fran has a bigger clit. I flick my tongue back and forth on it, get my lips to it. I can feel it grow some. I suck on it. I also get two fingers up under my chin and slide them into her. I can hear her sort of moaning. I grip her clit with my lips, work my tongue on it like mad and suck, pulling on it. I slide my fingers around in her, feeling the inside of her vagina. Her hips start jerking a little and her moans get louder and louder. She had spread her legs wide and rolled her hips to get her cunt aimed up and easier to get at. I could feel her legs, sticking up in the air, start waving back and forth as her whole bottom jumped over and over. She had both hands on the back of my head. I kept my fingers and tongue and lips all moving and working on her. She's damn near screaming now and a flood of liquid hits me. It's all over my face, my chin, my cheeks. There's going to be a huge spot on the bed clothes. Her legs close against me, her hands press on my head, pushing me into her. Her loud noises start pulsing, almost ululating and then her legs open and her hands are pulling on my hair. I lift my face free, pull my fingers out, sit up on my haunches and grin, looking at her. She's panting, making strong breathing sounds and sort of drawn out moans as I lean forward, put my hands down to support me, and get my face to her. We kiss and she has both arms and legs up around me, holding me against her. "I got you all wet," she says, smiling, after we've kissed. "I loved it," is all I can think to say and we kiss again. "If I had a weak heart, I think I would have died. I haven't felt like that in years and years. You were terrific." She sort of sighs and smiles at me then her expression changes a little. I can only describe it as a dirty grin. "My turn," she says. I got darn near thrown off her as she moves around to roll me onto my back and lean down over me and get her hands and face to my cock. It isn't fully hard but she's licking and sucking and pulling on it and it's fully up and hard in no time. It wasn't the first time a woman had my cock in her mouth but it was the first time in my long life that a woman really worked at giving me a true blow job. With my wife it was always just a preliminary to what she must have thought was "real sex", me on top shoving into her. There's no other explanation but that Fran truly enjoyed it, wanted it. Amidst some slurps there were short phrases; "It's been so long", "you're delicious," "I love this," are some I can remember. I get my hands on her ass, feeling it's lovely full shape, and slide a couple fingers into her from the rear as she keeps on working on me. "I love this, Fran," I say. "With Viagra, my experience has been that I never cum for some strange reason. I certainly enjoy what you're doing, you're really good at it, but when you've had enough we could move on to whatever you want to do next with my erection." Her eyes flicked up at me but she kept her lips around my cock, her tongue licking and her head bobbing up and down, sliding me in her mouth. After a minute or so she lifted her head free, staring at the cock she was holding, smiling. Then she looked at me. "I'd love to taste sperm again," she said to me, smiling, "Maybe some other time." With that she sat up some, straddled me, positioned her self above my cock that she was still holding with one hand, and lowered herself onto it. I could feel being surrounded by moist, warmth, a lot tighter than I expected. Certainly tighter than my wife was the last years. She gave me a huge grin, sitting up there with her breasts staring at me. "This is just so great," she said as she started moving her whole body. "It's like I'm 25 again. I feel you inside me every time I move." If I was 25 again, I'd sit up and get my mouth and hands on those tits. With her sitting on me as an anchor it should be easy but in my condition, if I even made it up into a sitting position, I'd probably be quivering from muscle strain. Instead, as I look and see her cunt lips moving in and out as she rides my cock, I reach out and get a couple fingers on her clit and start massaging. She's into moans and little cries right away and in only a minute or so she's practically shrieking. She sort of shakes all over and stops moving as I feel her cum leaking out and onto my thighs. After a few seconds she lays down atop me, my cock still in her, and kisses me, her hands running up and down my sides. "Oh, Pete," she finally says, "I never, ever dreamed of having a couple orgasms in one night at this age." I'm still in her, still hard. I have my arms around her, hold her tight and kiss her some more and then, with some difficulty and awkwardness, manage to roll us over. I come out of her in the process but end up in a good position to just shove it back in again. A couple short strokes has me as erect as ever. She just smiles up at me. I pull out completely and say, "Roll over and get up on your hands and knees." She gets an even bigger grin and, as I crawl back she does just that. I get back between her legs again and aim my cock with my hand to get it back into her. I kneel upright and shove as far into her as possible. I hear sort of an "umph" from her and start shoving in and out, pounding into her as hard as I can. Soon, her butt is shoving back at me in synch with my movements and we're slamming together. I'm managing to get as far into her as I possibly can on each stroke. I'm not sure why, it's like everything up to here has been some sort of exercise for me and now I'm seriously into sex, really turned on, and just want to fuck and fuck. I can hear my own voice, almost not in my control, saying just that with each stroke, "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck." It hadn't happened to me before while I was on Viagra but I could feel this push building in me and I knew I was going to cum. I pushed in and held still as I felt it start spurting out. I reached with my hands to pull her butt as tightly to me as possible. It didn't last as long as it did years ago but it had the same emotional release. All of a sudden I was tired. I leaned forward, almost resting on her back, and reached around and got one hand on each breast and held them and massaged them a little as I kissed the back of her neck. We ended up laying there face to face, holding each other, our bodies almost intertwined, and kissing and glorying in the whole experience. It was probably the sexiest moment of my life and I think she felt the same. The next thing I know, I'm wakening to a strange feeling and realize that Fran is sucking on me, getting more and more active with each second. It's apparently morning, my Viagra must have worn off by now and yet I'm up and hard and she's damn near eating me she's working at it so much. It almost hurts. My cock is sore. Too much action last night after a long time off. But it actually is sort of a god hur,t seems to actually make me more sensitive, sexually.And then I can feel it again, I'm going to cum! This is something new for me, first thing in the morning. "If you want a mouthful, you're going to get it," I say out loud. Her eyes flick up towards me but her lips and tongue and fingers just keep working away, up and down, up and down, sucking, licking, and then I feel it. At my age she didn't really get a mouthful but she did at least get a taste, which seemed to please her a lot. We held each other and kissed some more and I started moving down on her and she said we should take a shower first and let her clean herself. Anyway, that was then. It's now six months later and we spend a lot of time together. We have sexual action at least twice a week. I'm the pacing factor, seem to get 'fucked out' and need some recuperation time. Fran seems as if she's almost insatiable and could handle a lot more of it than I'm capable of providing. We've discussed it and we aren't going to marry or move in with each other, although we might both like either or both of those. But we're well into set lives with grown children and grandchildren and rather than make too many waves, we'll both settle for what pleases us both, sex. As often as we can handle it. And there we are, happy and horny. Fran and Jason When Fran slipped in her cottage garden she was momentarily immobile, unable to get back to her feet she laid among the caterpillar cabbages she was just spraying. It was no good yelling for help because the neighbours were at work and her late husband insisted on the high fence all around for privacy, so she could not be seen either. He was inclined to run naked in the private garden and have Fran over the cabbage patch, sometimes across the garden bench which was nice too. They'd often end up submerged in the cabbages, caterpillars and all but it made for a different sort of experience that they both liked to experiment with. But now, with John no more and buried beneath the cabbage patch after a meaningful knock on the head with a pick axe, Fran would have to find a method to raise herself up from the ground. Well he did try to strangle her when they were involved in sexual role play. At least he was near to it and for the world she felt her consciousness lapsing, so she pushed him off, his cock still blazing, and gave him one horrible blow with the building implement they were using to raise the old patio tiles for new. He'd had a jolly good innings and she wanted change anyway, Role games are fine but they got damned boring with John and, given the bother of a funeral arrangements and explanations to the police she thought it best to bury him and be done with it. If anyone asked any question he had left her for a younger woman. No one would ever find him under the cabbages. Her only option after her fall was to get to her mobile phone and call for an ambulance. But with the weather being warm she'd removed her cardigan and placed it over the back of a garden chair. The mobile was in one of the pockets. She tried the best as possible to stop the bleeding on her ankle by tying a handkerchief around which seemed to help a little. But really she knew she had to resist the immense pain in her leg and drag herself to where she could grab the phone. Although in her seventies she was still very agile and by taking rest intervals, she was eventually able to reach her phone. **************** "Fran, you really must be more careful, the trouble with you is you think you are still an eighteen year old. Accept growing older gracefully and take in a gardener." Her friend Janice was adamant; "It is like last week when I offered to dig up your King Edwards but you declined and ended up straining your back. "But if you were a gardener, Janice you'd know that part of the joy in vegetable gardening is the harvesting, especially those multitudes of potatoes. Having planted, nursed and watched them grow and flower the achievement is when you dig 'em up." "Buy you hardly eat potatoes you tell me, so why bother?" "Much of the pleasure is in giving my produce away, and you certainly don't refuse my offerings, Janice." "You are so stubborn. But seriously Fran, you must do something, you were lucky this time, it was only a sprain and a slight abrasion but what next?" "But I love gardening and it is true what they say about being nearer to God's heart in the garden than anywhere else. And anyway, I feel I owe it to John who converted the garden from an overgrown jungle of sorts to the wonderful place on God's earth it now is, I owe it to him to keep it up. "I am sure if John was here now he would prompt you to bring in a gardener or have it paved over or something. Look at you Fran you can hardly kneel down without getting up again." "I manage, with my stick placed next to me. That's how I manoeuvre myself up again." There was no moving Fran - Janice knew that. There had to be another way. "Don't you see? I know you are concerned Janice and I value your friendship. More so, because, as you know, I have no children.. Without friends I would be miserable indeed, but without my garden, that would be sacrilege "Tibby has to be the oldest cat I know." "He is about fourteen Janice." "That's about 98 in human terms and he still keeps the mice away. If I reach that age I shall be grateful, but not if I am cooped up in a chair, unable to do my garden. "Growing older means keeping both the brain and the body exercised and what better way than enjoying your garden and one can never stop learning." "With me Jim keeps me exercised well enough in bed, or rather, he likes to refer to it as 'sexercise'' sorry Fran, I didn't mean to upset you" "You haven't at all. That period in my life has gone by" she pretended, "I can concentrate on my garden activities. She didn't tell her Janice about her vibrator friend and how she fucked herself over the bench in the greenhouse. They were there, sharing tea and sandwiches in the garden Fran proudly announced that the cucumbers and plum tomatoes were fresh picked in the greenhouse that morning. "See what I mean Janice?, there is just something special about enjoying fresh harvested produce from one's own garden." "I guess at least you don't have to crouch down in the greenhouse, the shelves prevent that." "Well yes, John even put in a self-watering system too which saves the legs. I enjoy the greenhouse I must say, it is much easier to manage these days I have to accept." (John actually put in the shelf at waist length so he could get a good entry with Fran) They enjoyed the humidity of making it in the greenhouse, like they were fucking in the tropics and they enjoyed great sex amongst the tomatoes and cucumbers. Sometimes John would humour her by measuring up to one of his price cucumbers and if, like sometimes the cucumber exceeded his growth she would give it an extra work out to increase volume, which was always a delight to behold. Other times overripe tomatoes could cause a very sensual stir with a little bit of directed rubbing and crushing. It was all good fun until one day a very large bubble bee, cross at being disturbed when pollinating the new cucumber flowers, sting Fran neatly on one of quinny lips and that put and end to their frolics for a day two. Occasionally she still auspiciously takes a cucumber into her mouth and lets her imagination run away with he when she is in the greenhouse. But she knows only too well it is a very poor substitute. And it doesn't taste the same! And then afterwards realising that the motion did nothing at all for her, she felt disgusted. She concluded that there was nothing like the real thing, a good ripe hard cock was heaven to handle and taste, and when in her sexual mode it was good to relate to it that way - but at least with her new rabbit vibrator she was able to imagine and reach a good orgasm, when she was in the mood, but her real desire was still to have the real thing. Janice left Fran that day knowing that no way was she going to shift her friend away from her gardening pursuits. But in discussing the benefits of a greenhouse gave her an idea... It was always a mystery as far as Janice was concerned how Fran's husband just disappeared from the face of the earth, according to Fran he just up and went and she found some texts on his mobile phone he'd left behind, that he was having an affair, so she believed he went off with his new floozy. That was the story according to Fran just to put Janice off the scent. A few days later Janice told Fran that they were going away for a fortnight - adding the break is just what she needed. "Don't be silly Janice, what about my garden. This is the busiest time of the year come late summer. And what about Tibby and the birds, everything!" "Don't make excuses, you are coming and that is it! I have to be stern with you, it is the only way to make you see sense. Okay so you can't live without your garden, but we all need a break sometimes, even from the best things in our life. "Jim will tend the garden and ensure the birds and Tibby are fed." Jim was her partner and Fran liked him enough to trust him. "He will visit twice a day, in the morning and in the evening; we are just up the road so no problem there" "I just cannot leave my garden or the creatures I love just for selfish ends, Janice. It is very good of you to be concerned about my welfare but I am afraid I must reject. "But it must be years since you have had a break, come on Fran, you know it will be good for you." Fran new knew her friend well enough, they had known each other since schooldays, to understand that gentle persuasion was always the keynote and somehow or other she would get her to have a break. But it took a visit to her Doctor, to check out the progress after her accident, to finally convince her. After an examination she said that there was a high probability that her fall was not caused by a mere accident but a muscular disorder. "So many put these things down to growing old when very often it is not. The worst scenario is that the problem could worsen when you would need to invest in a walking frame. But you shouldn't worry unduly because there are lots of remedies in the pipeline." She suggested a break, an 'away from it all' as she put it and she told her about Janice's idea. "Perfect!" she prescribed, "you will be all the better for your garden when you return." That did it. Janice was delighted and the holiday was on. Packed and ready to leave Fran rubbed noses with Tibby. "They know you know," she said as Janice picked up her case to take to the awaiting taxi. "They have a sixth sense like most animals do, I shall be back Tibby before you know it." and a tear trickled down her cheek. "He shall be fine, listen can hear him purring. I reckon he knows what is good for you. He is a wise old cat to be sure." "You know all the right things to say, my bestest friend in the world. Now let's be off. I am going to enjoy this, I am determined now. And I feel John would approve as well." "Well Holland is nice and I hear they have some beautiful gardens." "Like our Kew Gardens?" "I feel sure they do, it will be so nice, like it was when we enjoyed that wonderful day out together in Kew, the river too, and Amsterdam has an array of fine canals where we can take a cruise or two." Fran felt joyful. If it hadn't been for Janice she would never have done this. The break was divine and Fran was really able to let go and relax without the need of her garden. They talked about old times, their school days and how they were both so fortunate to have found the right partners. It was hard for Fran after John's departure of course but she had those happy memories. He was a good man in his way and the smile on his face after devout intercourse left her in good spirit. But it was his fault. He went too far, it was getting that way with him, that he seemed top derive some bizarre pleasure living life on the edge, but it was too much for her and fart too dangerous, and that is what made it all the more easier to dismiss her love for him after the near strangling episode. Janice found a way to help her friend to begin to accept life goes on, that certain changes were necessary and she needed to look forward. "But I shall never give up my garden. I accept your philosophy but some things are sacred. Such is my need for my garden and all that goes with it." "I know, I know" Janice smiled. "I am sure when you return the garden will be there for you as always." "You are up to something I can tell" she quizzed Janice But Janice just smiled. The day cruising on the canal was simply wonderful and they were both tired and ready for bed. Janice kept in touch with Jim and of course let her friend have a few words with him about the garden and Tibby of course. Jim assured her that everything was just fine and just to enjoy the holiday and she would see everything is spick and span when she returned. Fran thought about what it may mean if the muscular disorder worsened. Doctor Roberts had arranged a hospital appointment on her return from holiday stating it was just routine, but she might as well attend. She did mention it to Janice in passing, that if the worst happened she would probably be forced to give up- her garden forever. "Where there's a will" Janice intervened with one of her consoling smiles. "But it is true what the Doctor said. I do think we do assume that various disorders that occur are due to aging. I say it is not for us to assume, but just to go and check it out with a doctor." Fran just knew that something was going on but could not put her finger on it. Soon the holiday was over and the fortnight seemed to pass like only a week and they were in a taxi on the way to Fran's place. "You are texting a lot on that smart new mobile of yours. Is everything okay Janice?" "I was simply Just checking." "Checking what or am I being too nosy?" "The latter" Janice grinned. "Well you seem happy with the message returned?" "Over the moon" exclaimed Janice "Look we are nearly there. Jim will be there, so show him how much you have enjoyed the break huh? "He will have a pot of tea on the brew and a few of your favourite chocolate éclairs." Jim was at the door with a broad smile and a nod directed to his partner, Then, going through into the lounge the first thing Fran wanted to do was look at her garden. Jim announced that he has made a few changes with the help of some pals and hoped she approved. Then Fran saw what had been done. Where the vegetable plot was, where the flower beds were, all had been converted to raised -beds with wide pathways so that Fran would never have to bend or kneel again. If needs be you can even continue to work your garden if you are confined to a wheelchair. Fran gave the broadest smile ever. It was like seeing one of those make over TV shows. Suddenly appearing just around the corner several guys showed their faces, And Fran was sure she recognised one from the TV show! After all the fuss died down, one of the garden contractors, who helped to convert her garden popped in to see how she was fairing with her new style garden - and it came to pass that he'd dug up a hand when helping with the raised beds. "I put two and two together," he said "and got talking to one of the neighbours who queried what had happened to John, your husband I believe, or rather was you husband. Because the hand belonged to him didn't it?" "So you have guessed you clever clog. But it is not as gross as you may think; I killed him in self-defence." "So what is my reward for keeping quiet?" he asked with that certain look in his eye she hadn't seen in a guy since she was a young woman. " I have something which could do with some raising too." Fran was flabbergasted, convinced that the time she attracted young guys was well gone. But she'd be blunt with him; there was never any mincing of words with Fran. "You want to have sex with me, an old woman who will shortly be confined to a wheelchair?" "I adore older woman, and women like you with spunk. You know exactly what you want. I have watched you perform with your late hubby in the garden through a hole in the fence." He showed her the hole and she flushed a bit. "You are perverted that's what you are!" she announced. "It takes one to find another" he teased with no hesitation, "The things you did with old Henry" Fran had no reply to that - although shocked by the young guys' overtures she rather enjoyed being a woman who could attract the sexual attention of a younger guy. It was all very exciting. "I'm not surprised you did away with him" the young guy continued. " He seemed to be getting a trifle clumsy, but you did seem to enjoy it, and I had an itch for you bum the first time I saw him hammer you over the rockery." She paused and thought about what he had said. It had all come a bit sudden but why not go along with him? He had a lot to offer she could see that. The bulge was very significant and it had been something she had missed very much.. She'd give it a whirl and she invited him in for coffee. "I'd like the sex first" he said. "How do you like your coffee, standard or percolated?" "Just the same as my sex – Hot, steaming with lots of bubbles. She laughed. "What's your name?" "Call me Jason." "Mm. Jason and the argonauts eh?. I would like some of that!" "You don't mince your words, slut, do you" "I have not been called that since John liked to take me as a call girl." Jason rubbed himself up but was immediately stopped by Fran who said she would do that. "I guess you have had plenty of experience with all those things you did in the garden with John. And now he lies beneath the cabbages." "Shut up" she said and took him good and tight in her hand, first over his jeans and then, briskly unzipping she pulled out what she called his ' little rascal' and severely wanked him like it was an everyday thing to do. "Yes I have missed this considerably, but you are going to see me alright aren't you Jason? Remember I can't bend so you will have to present it to me. Now let me taste you. It looks good enough to eat." Jason stood rigid and arched his back to pronounce his masculinity. "I shall need you higher than that if I am going to get any joy, big boy, the step ladder will do, a couple of steps up and you will be perfectly measured to my mouth." "You want to suck me?" "You figured right first time, now shut up and enjoy". She soon had him wrapped around her tongue. He moaned with joy as she so thoroughly enjoyed this brand new guy who had come unexpectedly into her life. It was as if she wanted to show him just how grateful she was for being noticed for her femininity, and at her age too. "How did that feel Jason?" she asked after a lengthy sucking, taking in a deep breath and admiring the wonderful masculinity now held in the palm of her hand. "Wonderful you are some woman. I knew it would be better with an older woman. No girl has sucked me like that." "Have you had many Jason, girls I mean?" "One or two but I have come to realise that my direction has changed. I see a true beauty and significant attraction in a woman like you, especially one who says it as it is." "Well Jason, since we are going to fuck I think we ought to go to the bedroom, don't you?" "You'd like me to shower first, I am a bit sweaty" "Don't be daft Jason; I like my meat neat and fresh. There is nothing quite like the stink of an erect cock with all the trimmings. Let me show you where the bedroom is." Following behind he loved the sway of her bum and reckoned he would have no trouble getting in there. It was just so lovely and so sensual watching that feminine sway. Still unzipped he let is all hang out, that is how Fran left it and it was still well primed. It was going to be absolute heaven fucking this gorgeous lady he just knew that. She was everything one could wish for in a woman, a woman so intelligent and refined, as well as notably experience, what more could a young guy like Jason want? He aimed to give her that which she had missed for so long, so that she'd have not only her garden and her cat, but also a good hunk of a guy who0u would worship as they both started on a new road of discovery. They were soon fucking their hearts out. For Fran to take in the sweet smell of sex and feel the good deep primed fuck was so much better than her rabbit. She would culture it and suckle it and Jason would discover and enjoy just how she loved that too. Now he had the added bonus of really enjoying that which he'd only seen through that hole in the garden fence. And every time she took him above, and guided him into her, he was sent to that wonderful sensual world of ecstasy and they were locked together in a bond which was forever. Jason agreed to come and live with Fran. But she was still glad to see Janice and Janice was very pleased to see Jason whom she called Fran's toy boy Fran and Jason "Who would have thought?" she said. "You know what thought did" replied Fran with a real mischievous smile. "You are one lucky bitch Fran. And didn't she know it... Every morning she wanted to show just how grateful she was for Jason's company and made it standard [practice to suck him off before breakfast. "So long as you don't do away with me and bury me under the cabbage patch" he joked. "I tell you what "spurred Fran, "Those cabbages have never been so good "I wonder why" Jason said as he removed his jeans for a second helping, Not the cabbages but good old fashioned well worked quinny. That is how Fran liked it now, it wasn't love on the cabbage patch any more but she was getting her regular daily dose in the comfort of her bed. "Tell me how it feels baby" he asked pushing it deep up into her. "Absolutely wonderful" she said. "But a bit more 'slut' if you please. Not 'baby!'" Fran and Jerome For some time Fran and I have spiced up our sex life with the use of fantasies. We have tried quite a few but the ones that have been the most effective have been those that involve black cock, huge black cock. A couple of months ago we went out for dinner on a Saturday evening. It was at a local watering hole that serves decent meals. The main attraction was having our meal in the open air on their deck. It was a beautiful summer evening ideal for outside dining. We were about halfway through our meal when a couple was seated at the table next to us. It caught my attention because I recognized the woman and the man was black. What a towering man he was. He was easily 6'4" and weighed at least 250 pounds. The woman is a few years older than Fran and me probably close to 60 and he was at least 60 years of age. Although I recognized the woman it took me a few minutes to figure out where I knew her from. Finally it dawned on me. Her name is Pat. She is a cashier at the local Walgreen where we get all of our prescriptions. I hadn't seen her in a while. I'm not bashful when I see someone that I recognize. I tend to recognize and remember more people than those who recognize or remember me. So I said: "Excuse me, I think I know you from the local Walgreen". She said: "You're right. You've got a good memory". She went on to tell me that the reason I hadn't seen here there was that she had knee replacement about five months ago and would be returning to work soon. Fran and I returned to our meals as did Pat and her man. She didn't introduce the man so I don't know if he was her husband or her boy friend. Based on the snippets of conversation that I overheard I made the assumption that they were married. In the ensuing months Fran and I continued are fuck fantasies. Our ritual was to retire to bed and read an interracial Literotica story that I had printed. While Fran would read I would attach vacuum nipple tubes to her nipples and apply a decent amount of suction. It's amazing how huge her nipples get when pumped. Although I have two tubes I only have one pump. Therefore I let the tube on her left nipple dangle and I leave the tube on the right nipple attached so I can apply more suction when appropriate. When she is done with the story she will take off her glasses and then look at me. The width and devilishness of her smile tells me whether or not she liked the story. The other indicator is how wet and sloppy her kiss is. At this point I will make sure the 70's cable music station is on, then I will soften or turn out the lights completely. She will lay flat and I will get the vibrator for her. She will start the vibrator and I will start to pump here right tit. If she needs help I will encourage her to act out the story she just read or one of her favorite fantasies. It is always a black cock fantasy. I can tell when she is ready to cum. Her belly "swells" and becomes as hard as a rock. At that time I pump all the more until the needle is off the dial. Her eyes roll back in her head and she goes limp, exhausted and fulfilled from her orgasm. On nights when we fuck but don't play to the point of her orgasm I will attempt to get her horny by telling her a black cock fantasy story. This is usually in the wee hours of the morning when I awake after a few hours of sleep. Just the other night as I was telling her a story I decided to incorporate Pat and her black friend. Fran seemed to have liked it because we have fucked often the last couple of days and this morning we awoke early and I brought her to a very nice orgasm. Here is how I would see the fantasy play out. Because I have a few friends who work at the local Walgreen I was able to find when Pat was scheduled to work again. With that information I made sure that I had a prescription or two to pick up at least one night each week when Pat was working for the next few weeks. The first time I saw her I reminded her of the night my wife and I saw her and her man at the restaurant during the summer. I made sure I referred to him as her husband so that she had every opportunity to correct me if I was wrong. Over the next few weeks we talked about her knee surgery and rehab as well as her current fitness program. We got to be friends. Then one evening after I got my prescriptions I noticed that she was getting off work. I made sure that I was walking out of the store the same time that she was. As we walked out of the store I asked her if she would like to have a cup of coffee so we could continue our earlier conversation. There was a Dunkin Donuts right next to the Walgreen so we walked over together. We each got a coffee (my treat) and found a table where we could sit and talk. Although there was no one else in the restaurant I made sure we sat at a table far away from the counter so we could have our conversation privately. After talking about her fitness plan I changed the direction of the conversation. "How long have you and your husband been married?" I asked. "I will be forty years next June." She replied. I said that it must have been difficult beginning a mixed marriage in 1970. She said that although our society had come a long way by that time there were still times when it was a challenge. She said that once her family got to know Jerome they accepted him for the kind and gentle man that he was. Once her family was okay with it it really didn't matter to her what anyone else thought. She was always quite aware of the looks that they got whenever they were out together. She was never able to have children so she never had to deal with any prejudices that would have been directed at her kids. At this point I knew that this was my chance to talk to her further about my "plan". I said; "Pat do you think that any women ever looked at you with envy?" "What do you mean by that?" She said with a wry smile. "I mean, it's quite common lore that black men are quite well endowed and not only that they know how to use it please a woman."; I said. "Oh that." She said with a knowing smile. "That happened quite a bit. In fact it was one of the only sources of conflict in our marriage over all these years. You see, I'd find women offering themselves to Jerome quite frequently." "Did he ever stray?" I asked. Pat answered: "I don't believe so. If he had he would have told me. He has always been completely open and honest with me. He was certainly quite flattered but he has been totally devoted to me all these years." I must have looked crestfallen. Because Pat then said: "You look disappointed with my answer. Did you have something in mind?" Somewhat embarrassed I began to tell her my story: "For some time my wife and I have used fantasies as part of our sex life. We tried many different types but the ones that have always excited each of us the most are the interracial ones. By interracial I mean my wife having sex with a black man. Not any old black man but one who was extremely well endowed. It is quite exciting, the thought of my wife giving herself completely to a black man. The mental picture of her being totally satisfied beyond anything I could ever do was a turn on to each of us. That old saying of 'once you go black you never go back' added extra excitement to our sex life." "I have thought various times about actually living the fantasy but didn't have any viable options. I didn't want to deal with a stranger and there were no black men in our circle of friends. Besides dealing with a friend might not be such a great idea." "Then a few months ago we ran into you and your husband at The Tavern. You are someone that I know (although only casually) and if you each are monogamous none of us should have any disease concerns." "But now based on what you've told me I realize that I'll have to keep on looking for the right people." Pat then said: "This is something that hasn't come up in quite a while. You know things are different now than when we were younger. I am much more secure in the relationship I have with my husband. Something else has happened lately, our sex life has become a little dull. I've been trying to think of things that could liven things up for us. Also with my recent surgery I have not been a very willing or limber participant. After 40 years my husband's huge cock does not have quite the same effect on me as it did when I was younger. I guess I got a little stretched." She said with a hearty laugh. She continued: "I think it would be great for my husband to have a partner who was more appreciative of his cock then I have been for some time." I was totally floored by what Pat was saying. After her initial comments I really thought she would be against this. Then Pat said: "So tell me John how are we going to do this?" "Wait a minute." I said. "Are you sure your husband will go for this?" Pat answered: "He's a pussy cat. If I tell him that I want to watch him fuck another woman you can bet that he will give her all 11 inches of his marvelous cock." I kind of gulped and said: "Eleven inches?" Pat answered: "That's what I said eleven glorious, rock hard black inches of cock. Is that too much for your sweet innocent wife to handle?" I said: "I don't know. It might scare her at first but I think she will be turned on so much that she will make it work. I know it's going to excite the hell out of me to watch her take an eleven inch cock. I really want this to be absolutely thrilling for her." Then Pat said: "Okay tell me what you have in mind." I proceeded to tell Pat my thoughts. "First off, Fran will know from the get go that we are meeting to see if she and your husband have any interest in each other. My thought is that we go out to dinner at the restaurant inside the local Best Western. I will book two adjoining rooms for the after dinner activities. After dinner we will go to the rooms and let the fun begin. Pat, does that sound okay to you?" Pat said that she felt that would work out just fine. We left Dunkin Donuts and I walked Pat to her car. We exchanged telephone numbers and e-mail addresses and said goodnight. All the way home in the car my heart felt like it would pound out of my chest. I was so excited I could hardly concentrate on driving. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst. Then I thought my six inch cock was little more than half of the cock that Fran would be getting real soon. When I got home I couldn't wait until we were in bed so I could tell Fran what I had arranged. That night we went to bed and quickly fell asleep. About 3 AM I woke up with a raging erection. I lie in bed and begin to suck on Fran's always erect right nipple. As I did so her bottom began to squirm. I kissed her and she began to respond more. I broke our kiss and began to talk to Fran. "Do you remember a few months ago we ran into that mixed couple at The Tavern? I told you that I knew the wife because she was a cashier at Walgreen." Fran said: "I think I remember them." I continued: "Do you remember what a big man her husband was? I'll bet you he's got a huge cock. We know that he likes to fuck white pussy. Do you think he would like to fuck you?" Demurely Fran answered: "I don't know, maybe." "Would you like to have him fuck you?" I asked as I began to finger her clit. "Sure", she purred. "I'd love to have his huge cock inside me." Not knowing that I had more than a fantasy in mind. Then I added: "Well I think I might be able to arrange that." "What do you mean by that?" She asked as she became more alert. "I happened to talk with Pat this evening and she is sure that her husband would be a willing participant and would want to fuck you." I told her. "You did what?" She said in a voice just shy of a scream. "What the hell were you thinking? This has always been just a fantasy and nothing more. I love you and I don't want anyone else." I answered. "Please don't get angry. I love you and my primary concern is making you happy and giving you pleasure. I can't think of anything else that would give you more pleasure than this." She was not being persuaded. "Forget it!" She said. "I won't do it." With that she turned on her side and went back to sleep. Around 5 AM she began to stir and squirm. She was obviously having a pleasurable dream. I began to play with her right nipple and she rolled onto her back. As I continued to play with her tit I could hear her mumbling something. As I listened more intently I could hear her say: "I love holding your cock. It's huge, hard and so black. I've always wanted a black cock. Let me suck it. I'm soooo wet. My clit is tingling and my cunt is aching for your cock. I've got to have it but I don't know if it will fit. Let me spread my legs nice and wide for you. There you go slide it in. Deeper, deeper give me all of it. Oooooh it feels so good. I've never felt so good. Fuck me deeper. Fuck me harder. I want every bit of you. Keep pumping I want you to make me cum. You are so much better than John. He could never fuck me like this. I'm getting closer." At this point I gently shook Fran by her shoulders. She woke up panting. "You'll never believe the dream I was having", she told me. "I was being fucked by a huge black man. I think it was the man we were talking about before I went to sleep. His cock was huge and ugly but it was the best fuck I ever had. It felt so good. He was just about to make me cum when you woke me up. I was so close. I have to cum." I got the vibrator and went to work to make her cum but I didn't have any luck. It just wasn't working despite how long we tried she couldn't cum. She was quite frustrated and gently cried as I held her while she fell asleep. For the next two weeks we tried every night but Fran just couldn't cum. With each passing night she became more and more horny and more and more frustrated. Then one night she said: "Do you remember what you told me about a few weeks ago, the woman from Walgreen and her husband. I'll go along with your idea. I haven't been able to get his cock out of my mind since my wild dream. I've got to have his cock and I have to cum while he is fucking me." So here is our plan in a nutshell. I get two adjoining rooms at the local Best Western. The four of us go out for dinner and adjourn to the rooms for dessert. I call Pat and tell her that Fran really wants to make this happen. She tells me that her husband is surprisingly quite interested as well. We make plans for dinner at six and I call to reserve the rooms. Fran is certainly looking forward to Friday night. We both take the day off on Friday so that we are properly prepared. Preparation begins Thursday night and I pump her tits and her clit, play with her thoroughly, use the vibrator on her but make sure that she doesn't cum. We both sleep in until about 10 o'clock Friday morning. She takes a nice long, hot shower. After her shower I trim her pussy. I shave her smooth from right above her clit and down both sides to the base of her pussy. I leave the fairly abundant dark black hair on her ass untouched. I find it super sexy. Her bush above where I shaved is just that – quite bushy. I think Pat's husband will like that along with her unshaved underarms. She lets them come in each fall because she knows what a turn on it is for me. She wears sweats all day until it is time to get dressed for dinner. For this special occasion I bought her what I call a half bra. It cups her breasts and holds them up but leaves the nipples uncovered. Since I started pumping her tits earlier this year her nipples are longer and are erect almost all the time. With the excitement of this evening I know her tits will be at attention. I bought her a sheer black blouse and a bright red jacket. The blouse had a plunging neckline which displayed her cleavage and the sheerness of her blouse displayed everything else. I got her the old fashion nylons with garter belts. That way she didn't need to wear panties. Finishing things off was a short tight black skirt. About two in the afternoon Fran takes a nap. This way she will be well rested for her late night activities. At four she begins to get dressed. I supervise to make sure that she wears everything I got and didn't get for her. I remind her to use ample amounts of Haiku. That is scent that has brought complements from more than one black man. She sprays it on her neck, along her cleavage and in a horseshoe pattern around her pussy. With everything in place I take a good long look at her. I get butterflies in my stomach and my cock starts to harden as I begin to think of what is to cum later. On the way to the restaurant she realizes just how short her skirt is. Seated, the bottom of the skirt barely extends beyond the top of her stockings. As the air blows from the dashboard vents it goes directly up her skirt to her fully exposed pussy. The circulating air spreads the aroma of the perfume and her pussy juice delightfully mixed. In what seems like an eternity we soon complete our ten minute ride to the restaurant. After we park I open the door and help my beautiful lady from the car and we walk hand in hand to the entrance. Walking in I notice Pat and her husband sitting on a couch. As we approach they both stand. Pat is about five foot five inches. As her husband stands he towers over us all. He has to be at least six foot five inches. As I shake Pat's hand I speak first. "Pat this is my wife Fran." She extends her hand to Fran who easily reciprocates. Pat then says: "This is my husband, Jerome." I extend my hand to Jerome. His huge hand envelopes mine. His grip is strong. He could have easily broken my hand if he were so inclined. Lucky for me he was not so inclined. Fran extends her hand. Jerome takes it in his hand and lifts it to his mouth to gently kiss it. I looked at Fran as her chest and face quickly became flushed. I could see her breathing quicken and it looked as though her heart would beat out of her chest. Then Jerome pulled Fran to him and hugged her tightly. He said: "My, my lady do you smell sweet. You smell good enough to eat." As we all became excited by this display I broke the silence saying: "Speaking of eating, why don't we get a table and see what is on the menu this evening." I could tell just where Jerome's head was as he said: "I'm hoping that Miss Fran is somewhere on that menu." We were quickly seated. When the waitress asked if we wanted drinks I ordered an unsweetened iced tea, Pat asked for water, Jerome ordered a double scotch on the rocks. With his size that would be like half a shot of scotch for me. But here is what really shocked me. Fran ordered a fuzzy navel. Now I know that is not a terribly strong drink the thing is that she hasn't had a drink any stronger than water for a few years. As we sat at the square table Fran was directly across from Jerome and I was across from Pat. Sitting there he stared constantly at Fran. Fran knew this and made frequent eye contact with Jerome. I observed as Jerome licked his lips and gave Fran a big wink. I quickly looked at Fran to see her swallow hard and then smile sweetly at Jerome. We placed our dinner orders. I ordered broiled salmon, Pat ordered fried haddock, Jerome ordered twin lobster tails and Fran order a filet mignon butterflied and well done with béarnaise sauce. As we finished our salads, Jerome had finished his scotch and ordered another. He also ordered another drink for Fran although she was barely halfway finished her first. "Bottoms up young lady, now and later" Jerome said with a hearty laugh. We all laughed along with him. Dinner continued with a lot of small talk. The waitress returned to clear our plates and asked if we wanted dessert. Three of us shook our heads no while Jerome laughed. "You bet I want dessert. John here brought my dessert this evening and I'm going to have it back in our room." Fran and Jerome I excused myself to use the restroom. When I returned Fran was sitting next to Jerome her left hand was on the table top but her right hand was missing. It was under the table presumably roaming up and down Jerome's thigh taking measure of his huge cock. There was a huge smile on her face and serious lust in her eyes. That "I want to be fucked and I want to be fucked now" look. With the sexual tension high I said: "Is everyone set?" Not a word was spoken just three nods as we silently rose and quickly left to find our rooms. At this point I realized that I had left my overnight bag in the car. Pat realized the same thing. So I gave a key to Fran and Jerome as Pat and I went to retrieve our bags. When we got to the lobby Pat stopped me and said: "I didn't bring a bag. I don't need to stay but I'm sure you'll enjoy watching my Jerome fuck your lovely wife." After retrieving my bag I returned to the lobby and went to find the room. On entering I saw Jerome's huge body somewhat hunched over. Fran was nowhere to be found. I couldn't see her because Jerome had her in an embrace and they were kissing wildly. Fran began to moan loudly as his huge hands fondled her tits. As they broke for air Fran stepped back a few steps and said: "Hey there big guy why don't you watch while I strip for you. I got a chair from the adjoining room and brought it back to the bedroom and sat silently to watch the show. Seductively she slowly unbuttons her blouse and opens it wide. The black half bra held her tits like they were being served on a platter. Her nipples were long, hard and bright red. She continues to remove her blouse completely and then raising her arms high above her head. This displayed her beautiful unshaved underarms. The two-inch jet black growth was a beautiful contrast to her white skin. She smoothly lowered her arms and moved her hands behind her back to unfasten her bra. As her bra dropped to the floor gravity brought her breasts to rest comfortably with her still erect nipples pointing downward. She moves her hands under her breasts to lift them up again. As she rolled the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers she purred: "Jerome I can't wait until you suck on my tits with your luscious mouth and monster tongue." As she allows her breast to drop she again reached behind her back to unfasten her skirt. She shimmies back and forth to wiggle the little black skirt down to her ankles and then steps out of it. There she stands wearing her high heels, black fish net stockings, garter belts and a smile. As she raises her arms above her head and puckers her lips her beautiful thick jet black bush points like an arrow to her pussy. She then runs her hands down her sides, across her belly and then buries one of her long slender manicured fingers into her pussy. "Jerome I am so fucking wet I'm ready for you. I hope you like to suck pussy juice because I have plenty here for you." she seductively said. Not a single second of this strip went unappreciated by Jerome. As he stood there his cock was clearly outlined along his left thigh. His breathing became quite noticeable and he began to rub his cock through his pants. He licked his lips and ran his bright pink tongue along his lips and then puckered right back at Fran. Jerome then said: "Just you wait until I start sucking those beautiful tits. You think they are big, red and hard now, you ain't seen nothing. And then I will suck every last drop of pussy juice from your tight white married cunt." Fran then says: "I've shown you most of what I've got. Now it's my turn to see that cock that I was stroking during dinner." She seductively approaches Jerome and reaches up to place the palms of her hands on his face. Her hands gently slide back and she pulls his face down toward hers. As his face is within an inch of hers she tilts her head and smashes her mouth against his. She aggressively explores his mouth with her tongue. She then withdrawals her tongue and allows Jerome to molest her mouth with his powerful bright pink tongue. He was fucking her mouth with his tongue. As he devoured her mouth her breathing quickened and she let forth with a deep guttural moan. All the while she began to mash her pubic mound against his pant leg the same pant leg in which his thick cock lay. Suddenly she remembered why she approached Jerome in the first place. She broke off his kiss, put her hands against his broad chiseled chest and pushed back. Gaining some semblance of composure she said. "Let's unbutton your shirt first." As she carefully undid each button Jerome said: "Here let me help." With that he grabbed each side of his shirt near the collar and gave his shirt a violent jerk. Buttons flew and within a second he was naked from the waist up. Fran stood there in awe of this mountain of a man. She couldn't help but rub her hands over his broad shoulders, massive arms and pecs. She then ran her hands up and down his washboard abs. "Wow!" She exclaimed. "How did I get so lucky to find such a wonderful specimen of a man as you?" To which he replied,: "You ain't seen nothing yet." She then began to tug at his belt using all of her strength to pull it in one way to release the "pin" from the notch. With her success at this she quickly loosened his belt and undid his dress slacks. As she slid his pants down over his ass she realized that he was going commando. The palms of her hands caressed the somewhat rough skin of his ass. As she continued to pull his pants down she began to see his python like cock as it snaked down his pant leg. It was massive. She kept thinking where will this cock end? Finally with almost a pop Jerome's cock sprung free of his pants. Fran could not believe the huge black cock that she was holding in her hands. It had to be at least eleven inches and it was heavy. The skin was warm almost hot a little rough and had a beautifully different smell to it. The veins running down each side were well defined. As she held his cock it transform from being very firm to become rock hard. Now fully erect it wasn't completely straight and it was hardly pretty. It was in fact somewhat ugly to look at. There was foreskin which still covered some of the huge purple head. It looked like it was struggling to be free of constraint. Despite its intimidating appearance Fran knew that she wanted it. She didn't know how it would fit in either her mouth or her cunt but she knew that she had to experience it. As she held it in her hands she fell to her knees almost in a position to worship it. Initially she opened her mouth as wide as she could and she tried to take Jerome's entire cock head into it. She was barely successful licking it as much as she could until it popped out. Then she took his cock and pointed it straight up in the air and placed her tongue at the point where his cock met his ball sack. She then slurped with her tongue slowly and deliberately until she reach the tip at which point she continued down the top side until her tongue arrived at his pubic hair. Then she used her lips to taste as much as she could of either side of his cock. As she finished this journey all around Jerome's cock she purred: "Jerome, I love your cock. It is delicious. I even tasted some of your pre-cum. I've got to have more. But sucking your cock has made my pussy even more wet than it was before. My clit is tingling and cunt is aching to be fucked. I'll be sure to taste you cum before we are done but right now I want you to fuck me. I'm yours; I'm all yours play me. Do with me whatever you want. Nothing is off limits I want you in every possible way." With this she steps back and lies back on the bed. Spreading her legs I could see just how wet she was. Her pussy lips were swollen in anticipation of that great cock that soon would be visiting. She looks Jerome straight in the eye, put her hands on her thighs on either sides of her pussy puckers up and says: "Come here you animal. I want you to fuck me now!" Jerome certainly didn't need any more of an invitation than that. In no time flat he was positioned over Fran. My poor wife disappeared under his huge frame. He put his hands on the bed on either side of her head just above her shoulders. He kept his feet close together between Fran's legs. His cock was so hard it could have been his fifth point of support. With his head elevated above Fran's he said: "Do you want my cock, bitch?" Fran replied: "Yes, please fuck me." "What did you say?" He barked. "I said, please fuck me", she pleaded "That's not good enough", he responded. "I want to beg for it bitch!" With that I heard my wife speak like never before. "Pleeeeeese Jerome, I want you to fuck me with that huge cock of yours. No, I need you to fuck me and I need it now. My cunt is aching for your cock. I want that cock to reach places where no cock has ever been. I want to be stretched I want to be filled. FUCK me!" Jerome says: "Okay, you asked for it here it is" Jerome begins to guide that baseball bat of a cock toward Fran's sopping wet pussy. It meets some initial resistance. "Oh no!" She shouts. "No, it hurts. You're ripping me. Stop, don't" Jerome says: "It's too late now bitch. Take a deep breath. There's no turning back now. I'm going to own your married white bitch cunt." As he pushes more the enormous head of his cock makes it past Fran's pussy opening. Her scream of "stop, don't" becomes "don't stop". "Come on give me all of that cock. Fuck me good. It feels so good. Jerome you're the best. I don't want you to stop. Stretch me, fuck me. I've never ever felt so good. This is fucking fabulous. I want you always. I love your cock. I love the way you fuck me. I love you Jerome. That's a good boy. Keep it going." With those words Jerome stopped cold. "What did you just say bitch?" He demanded. Not sensing anything was wrong she said: "I said keep it going." "No" he said, "What did you say right before that." "I think I said that's a good boy. Keep it going" she said. Jerome continued: "That's what I thought you said bitch! No one ain't called me a boy in over 40 years and you're not going to start now. I'll show you who's a boy!" With that he violently shoved his cock all the way. Fran screamed. After about a dozen rapid strokes her scream of pain changed to a scream of ecstasy. She was now moaning very hard. I never heard her moan like this before. She thrashed her head from side to side. Screaming:" I'm cummmminnng! I've never felt so wonderful. Don't stop" He didn't stop he kept pounding away. All the while Fran keeps cuming and cuming. I count at least five times. Then he pulled his cock out of her well worn pussy. He was still rock solid hard. He put his huge hand under one hip and flipped Fran over like he was flipping a pillow. "Get up on you knees bitch. I'm going to fuck you from behind." He bellowed. She was on her knees in no time. This is a position that she loves. We always called it "mountain climbing". As she turned over I could see how wide she was stretched open. You could easily put a soda can in that opening. I hope it returns to normal after tonight otherwise I'm going get lost in that cunt. She'll never even know I'm insider her. What is more important is whether she will return to normal. Will I ever be even adequate for her? Will she only ever want Jerome from now on or perhaps some other or any other huge black cock instead of me? Jerome was now ready to get back to business and he certainly did just that. He lined up his cock with Fran's gaping hole. With one swift move he impaled his entire cock into her cunt. Boy did she scream. "Oh my God, you're killing me." Jerome was relentless he kept thrusting and pumping holding her by her hips so that every last inch went into her. Take that you lousy bitch. That's what you get for calling me a boy. The initial searing pain was replaced my intense pleasure. "Please give it to me. I want every bit of you. Fuck me! Fuck me deep! Fuck me hard! Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh! I'm cummmming. Jerome I love you. You fuck me so well. Keeping fucking me so I can cum again." Cum again she did at least three more times. Then Jerome started panting and picked up his pace all the more. I could see his ball sack tighten indicating that he would be shooting his load very soon. Fran must have sensed it as she said. "Come on Jerome fuck me. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel your hot cum squirt deep inside me." Jerome let out a groan like I have never heard before. It seemed like he squirted for thirty seconds before he came to a stop. With that I could see his creamy white cum begin to drain from Fran's cunt and begin to run down her leg. Jerome pulled his now semi-hard cock out of Fran's cunt and rolled onto his back. Fran took her right hand and ran it up her thigh scooping every bit of Jerome's cum that she could get. She then brought her hand to her mouth and let it drain onto her tongue. After swallowing twice she licked every finger as well as her palm making sure not to miss even one precious drop of his salty love juice. As she basked in the glow of her numerous orgasms she realized that she had unintentionally offended her lover. She lay on her side facing Jerome. As she ran her left hand up and down his huge right arm and across his massive chest she says: "I'm sorry Jerome. I didn't mean to upset you, although that violent fuck was something spectacular. What can I do to make it up to you? What would you like me to do for you?" Jerome didn't have to think about that for more than a second when he said: "I'd like you to suck my cock until I squirt in your mouth. "I don't know", Fran said. "I can certainly swallow your cum but I don't know how much of your cock I can fit into my mouth. But I certainly want to try." Fran positioned herself on her side. She had Jerome slide down on the bed so her legs were alongside his torso almost touching the headboard. Slowly she begins to caress Jerome's cock. In an instant it is completely hard. She begins to kiss and lick his long thick shaft working her way to his uncircumcised head. She gives a tug or two with her hands and pulls the foreskin back exposing his sensitive purple head. She pulls his cock to the side and attempts to put into her mouth. She is able to get just half of the huge head into her mouth. "I'm sorry Jerome I just can't fit it into my mouth. But I want it so badly." "Just wait": he says "let's see if I can help". With that he grabbed each of her ankles and effortlessly lifted her until her well fucked pussy was directly over his mouth. He continued to hold her ankles as he lowered her body until his lips met her pussy. At that point her bottom began to shake vigorously and I heard a slurping, sucking sound. Jerome was finally having dessert and by the sounds of things he was certainly enjoying it. Fran responded to his licking and sucking of her pussy and clit by letting out a loud squeal of delight. She then went silent. She couldn't say a word because in her ecstasy she had managed to fit Jerome's cock into her mouth that plus an additional four inches. It was plenty cock for her to give him a first class blowjob. All I could hear from Fran now were muffled cries of delight. What a sight it was to see them rock back and forth united in 69. The speed of their rocking sped up until it became frenzy. The only one being verbal was Jerome who bellowed: "Here I cum bitch, take my cum. Swallow it all." That was followed by a grunting growl and I saw Fran's cheeks fill out and then she swallowed his hot salty cum. After she swallowed she let his cock fall from her mouth. Jerome continued to eat her pussy and she cried: "Yes, yes, eat me Jerome. I'm cummmming again!" With that her body convulsed and she fell limp lying on the bed along side of Jerome. She had the serene smile of contentment and fulfillment as she reached over and stroked Jerome's only semi-hard cock. "I love how you fuck me; I love how you eat me. I love you Jerome. I'm yours now. I'm completely and fully yours." With that she became silent and was fast asleep holding her lover's instrument of pleasure in her hand. She had long ago forgotten that I was even in the room. So at that point I went into the adjoining room and climbed in bed by myself. About two hours later I was awakened to hear "Ah yes Jerome what do you want now? You want to fuck me again? How do you want me this time? Go ahead you're my master fuck me any way you want. Yes, yes oh I'm cumming. Go ahead squirt your cum inside me then let me lick you clean. I love you Jerome I don't want this night to ever end." And it really never did not until about six hours and three more fuckings later. With the final fucking around six AM I heard Fran say. "This time Jerome I want you to fuck my ass. Stretch me out and shoot your hot cum in my ass." Minutes later came another series of ecstatic cries. "Yes, yes, I'm cumming again as you squirt in my ass." I then heard Jerome get up and the shower began. I looked in their room to check on Fran and she wasn't there. So I walked to the shower area to hear her say: "Here let me help you wash your cock real good. After we rinse it I'm going to suck you one last time. I'm hungry for your cum this morning." Ten minutes later Jerome is dressed and ready to leave. He comes over to my room and says:"I haven't fucked like this in years. Your wife is one good fuck. There is so much about her that is so damn sexy, her big nipples, that luscious sweet cunt the way she is trimmed and the hair in her pits was the icing on the cake. She is super at giving head. I can't wait until I get to fuck her again." "Fuck her again?" I said being genuinely surprised. "Yes, fuck her again. She said that I could fuck her any time that I want, any way I want, any where I want. You know, cunt, mouth, ass? She also said that she loved me. I think it's sloppy seconds for you from now one. If you're lucky that is. I think I own that lovely cunt now." With that he gave me a slap on the back that all but broke my shoulder and walked out the door. While I was saying goodbye to Jerome Fran was soaking in a hot tub soothing her well fucked body. As I entered the bathroom she was getting out of the tub. Her body was flushed from the hot water but I could clearly see bite marks around her breasts and almost circling her neck. I grabbed a towel and helped her to dry herself. Once she was dry I gave her a big hug and told her how much I love her. She gave me a big wet sloppy kiss and told me that she loved me too. I walk with her to the bed, got undressed and got in bed with her. The bed was still damp with their perspiration, cum and pussy juice. As I pulled up the sheets they smelled strongly of sex. I recognized Fran's perfume what was new to me was the smell of Jerome. This is no doubt I smell I will experience a whole lot from now on. As we lay in the bed I reached over to touch Fran's nipples. "Ooh no, please don't touch my tits they are so sore" She said. So I tried to touch her pussy. "Not there either, that's even more sore." She pleaded. "Okay let's snuggle then", I said. "Jerome and I talked a little before he left. He said that you are one good fuck and you are very sexy. He likes your big nipples, your luscious sweet cunt the way you are trimmed. He said that the hair under your arms is the "icing on the cake". He says that you give great head. And that he can't wait until he fucks you again." "He really said all of that?" She asked. "Yes every word of it." "Even the part about fucking me again?" She said with genuine excitement in her voice. "Especially that part, when I asked him about that part he said that you told him that he could fuck you any time that he wants, any way he wants, any where he wants. You know, your cunt, mouth, ass? He also said that you told him that you loved him. He said that it will be sloppy seconds for me from now one. If I'm lucky that is. He also said that he owns your cunt now. Tell me that he was wrong with what he said." Fran and Jerome Fran looked at me a little sheepishly almost embarrassed by what I asked her. "Well" she began. I did tell him those things. I can't begin to tell you what a high it was for me to be fucked by him. I have never felt so so good in my entire life, ever! He reached parts of me that had never been reached before. No offense you just can't get to where he got. The orgasms were incredible. Even as I think about them now my clit tingles and my cunt gets soaking wet. I've got to have him again. On top of that he was just so big solid and powerful. When I was in his arms I felt completely safe and secure. Then there is his mouth and lips. They are utterly amazing. With all due respect John you never ever could kiss me, eat me or fuck me like Jerome does. I'm sorry but I'm telling you the truth. Didn't you ever think that it could turn out this way?" "I guess I really didn't think of that possibility. But I have always told you that all of our playing and fantasies were for your benefit and your pleasure. If you're happy then I'm happy" I said as cheerfully as I could. With that we both fell fast asleep. I awoke to Fran crying out in her sleep obviously in the midst of a vivid dream. "Yeah, that's the way to do it Jerome. Suck my tits. Make them bigger and harder. Oh yeah, eat my pussy. You eat my pussy so well. Put that huge cock in my mouth. I'm going to suck you 'til you cum. Oh, put that huge cock in my cunt. I don't think it will fit. You are going to stretch me so much. Yeah, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm cummmmiiiinnnnnggg!" With that she convulsed and went limp. A better orgasm in her dream than I ever gave her awake. Oh what a wild, wicked turn our lives have taken.