"Another long day at work. The drive home and the gorgeous landscape was decompression supreme. . Her whole being bristled with romantic yearnings. It must be her hormones bristling, and parts of her body tingling. What is a girl to do who must keep herself private and reputation intact? Put in a romance movie to torment herself foolishly - "The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone". A woman her age who finally got some down time and to travel to Italy post WWII. Her husband, unfortunately - unfairly taken to Heaven with a coronary. Suddenly so lonely, she was befriended by a former duchess, now on hard times, post war, and had turned to being a "facilitator" for unattached older American women, and virile, dashing, suave young men of impeccable taste and youthful needs and exuberant enjoyment derived from gratifying such women. The sex was endless with this young man, impromptu , long, exquisite ravashings, that some men are predisposed to offer, happily, and interminably.
Time to turn off the light and get some rest for tomorrow's daily grind. Feeling so sleepy, yet not her loins!! not those nipples erect, with just the slightest touch. Parting her legs, and sending a hand down to ease the suffering of those puffed and spreading lips, and clit standing proud..and wide awake. In the half light and half wakefulness a hand with a red tatoo pulled back the blanket, and slipped his tanned, muscular body under and next to her. Am I dreaming?, she thought. Artfully taking over the light caresses of her ample breasts, teased both nipples up leathery and stiff, Even more skilled work with tongue and lips, sent shivers down to her swollen pussy. His gentle fingers knew exactly how to toy, to spread her abruptly copious juices around..round and round her shamelessly urgent clit..slowly clockwise, then counter colckwise, then a finger in her slippery hole aching for stimulation of any kind. She felt her body jerk with pleasure. The expertly pleasured breasts and engorged pussy, almost too much to bear. Her breathing came in fits, and starts, as he seemed able to send tingles of exhilirating pleasure all the way down to her feet. Not able to resist any longer, she reached for his sex with trembling hand. It felt so warm, thick, stiff and heavy - like a six pound hammer or something. Throwing off the blanket, she couldn't help gazing at his dripping wet dick, milking it she could cause big blobs of pre sem to emerge and roll down over her fingers. Leaving the suckling of her large stiff and wet nipples, kissed her lavishly on her eager red lips. She found herself unable to let go of his urgent, throbbing sex, except to reach down to stroke his tight, full balls. Driven , almost craven, she could wait no longer...her sexual needs, already having driven her half mad with daily reminders of her ongoing sexual deprivation, swelling and leaking even at work, making her panties wet from clit to asshole...she pushed him back and swung her leg over him. Grasping his cock she led its fat, velvety wet tip to her slit, wiping it up and down, passing over her asshole , to tease him with that possible delight,also shamelessly starving for a good stretch; she planted her pussy squarely on it and pushed down on it all the way down balls deep. Letting out an abrupt gasp, she just held it there, almost overcome with the fullness and tightness of its girth and length stretching her hole to maximum wideness. Planting a hand on each of his strong shoulders, she began fucking herself with his dick. His moans of ecstacy only drove her on - she felt like such a fucking animal! Surely the look on her face must have seemed mad woman craven. Faster , and harder she thrust with all her weight and power. Every molecule in her vagina electrified with exquisite pleasure, as she threw here ass this way and that, with deep thrusts, and wide circles, ..ohhhh she screwed him good. He would not soon forget this horny bitch...."bitch"..oh yes...and more filthy, sexually agg"- Zifferelli |
