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Wendy Takes In Her Boarder

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Wendy awoke just past 5 a.m. Kenneth lay spooned behind her an arm around her so that a hand cupped one breast. Wendy wore nothing and luxuriated in the warm expanse of Kenneth’s body pressed against her.

Reluctantly she pulled herself away and padded into the bathroom. She sat and peed. There was slight irritation of the extremely tender walls of her vagina. No surprise. He had made love to her into the night, first visiting each of her erogenous zones including ones she didn’t know she had and maybe had not had previously.

He lingered at each spot as he patiently ministered to Wendy’s body. He used his hands and feet, his very stiff penis, his mouth, his lips and his tongue, even his chest; setting off repeated orgasms, toe-gasms, ear-gasms, nipple-gasms, my God, an armpit-gasm, before he at long last put his mouth on her swollen and yearning pussy, then plunged his tongue into her vagina withdrew and set upon her shiny wet, warm and pulsing clitoris, lip-nibbling and licking around it. When he sucked the distended little nubbin she entered into a state of delirious ecstasy, squirming and thrusting on his relentless mouth as a crescendo of orgasms overwhelmed her, finally gasping a plea to stop as she could stand no more of the agonizing pleasure. But straightway that he did she implored him, begged him to take her.

“I want you in me,” reaching and grasping his prancing cock, rubbing the glans, feeling a slick droplet expressed out of the slot as she fondled him. She felt wild; out of control, her pussy dictating in this moment, more than ready , desperate for union yet once again.

He commanded her onto her knees. She knew what to do. He had shown her how he wanted her positioned when he fucked her; trained her, rejuvenated her pussy and made it , long un-penetrated, accommodate his wonderful muscle and welcome it. Never mind the ache in her hip. He wanted her head down, broad ass up; inflamed vulva waiting between her open thighs; dripping coital fluid and lubricant, out of her mind, “fuck me now” excited as he positioned himself; Wendy on the verge of orgasm yet again, waiting for the indescribable bliss of that first thrust as he impaled her, slamming up against the broad bolster of her ass with strong hands pulling her hips back onto himself. She reveled in his vigor as he stallioned in and out and she had rolling orgasms that made the walls of her vagina squeeze his shaft over and over with remarkable strength. Occasionally he withdrew and massaged her clit with the slick head of his beautiful dick making her groan with intense pleasure, coming yet again. Then the bliss as he again drove himself into her. Both sweaty now, his thighs made a slapping sound as he slammed into her. Her soaking pussy squished as his shaft slid in and out. Throughout she moaned, groaned, cried out at the crescendos and urged him on, “yes, oh yesssss. Oh Kenny you beautiful lover, fuck me,” fuck me, give me your cum; cum for Wendy and “aaaaahhh, ahhhh, oooooh, yesssssss,” as she came with him; Kenneth straining against her as his own orgasm overtook him, reaching under to grasp her fleshy belly and simultaneously boost her and squeeze her tightly as he strained to probe the last millimeter of vagina just there at her cervix. She could feel his hot dick pulse with each ejaculation and her vagina clamped and re-clamped the spurting organ.

* * *

She wiped and flushed. At the vanity she retrieved a hand mirror; then sat on the toilet again and used the mirror to look at her pussy while she spread the lips with the fingers of one hand. Well and truly fucked she thought. Her vulva was crimson and her full inner labia swollen so they protruded between the long full pistolettes of her proud outer labia. She felt as horny as ever she had been in years past, even now at 75. No sex had been as good as Kenneth gave her, preceded by tender albeit sometimes vigorous, loving and extended foreplay until she was consumed with lust. But her body and her sex in particular could not sustain the sort of rampant fucking they had torn from each other earlier; not like she could fuck in her younger days. She took as much hormone therapy as she could convince her gynecologist to prescribe, risks be damned, and supplemented the juices her pussy secreted with good quality lubricant. The Bible said threescore and ten years was the allotted time of man. Well, she was beyond that by half a decade. So as far as she was concerned she was playing with the house’s money.

But just now it was good he would make the long seven hour trip home to his wife, at 37, three years younger than Kenneth. The four days he was away home would give her pussy a respite. She would need to awaken him and get him going. The horny beast, she thought, smiling inwardly. He will wake up with that hard on and be wanting sex before he leaves. What would you call that, she wondered, warming up for the main event? The old mare getting the stallion hot for the thoroughbred (bed?) filly? It didn’t matter, she and Donna had a unique understanding; the key that had unlocked the way into his heavenly embrace and body. Well, she would give him a blow job, a quickie to sustain him until got home to the mother of his three children and Donna could get from him the sex she missed so much in the days and weeks he was away on the construction project. The man was amazingly virile. Despite making love until she could go no more and his multiple ejaculations, she knew there was no doubt that he would be able to service Donna vigorously. She pushed away the unwelcome thought that this arrangement that made him her lover would end when he finished his work and moved on to the next job somewhere else.

Standing now in the bathroom doorway she looked at her 40 year-old lover, naked and asleep. Her heart did a somersault. He was so beautiful, possessed of a hard body, with little fat, kept fit by the strenuous work he did as a foreman on the massive university hospital project that had flooded her town with construction hands. Mayor Monica Hawkins had appealed to residents with spare bedrooms to accommodate workers if they could. Wendy had two unused bedrooms and no one else living in the house for the past 10 years after Frank’s death. So she put her name on a list and the first person who showed up was Kenneth.

He was in hardhat, boot cut jeans and a flannel shirt, wearing pull-on steel toed work boots. He was about 6 feet tall; dark hair with some gray showing, nice eyes, a dazzling smile and an unaffected charm. Never mind also a very cute tush that she checked out as they climbed the stairs to look at the two available bedrooms and decide which, if either, he would choose. She noted that he smelled good too; some sort of men’s cologne and warm male smell, the two mixed in an odor that made her center warm as she sniffed it in his wake. Wendy chastised herself for thinking about him that way. But she crossed her fingers and anxiously waited for him to decide.

“If you want I can provide some meals as well, she said. And you can use the living room, dining room, kitchen if you want to do some cooking. Your bathroom will be the one at the end of the hall. This will be your room unless you like the other one better. This one is a little bigger.”

“Yes, Miss,” he said as they entered. “May I just try the bed for a second?”

“Oh, well, of course,” Wendy replied. “Make yourself at home.”

He stretched out on the bed, face up, letting his feet dangle off the edge.

Wendy could see the swell in his jeans where his “package” made an inviting bulge.

“I like this bed better than the other one,” Kenneth said. “How much?”

“$250 a month $350.00 if you want board as well as room”

“Deal,” he said with an endearing smile that made him look like he was a teenager again.

So Kenneth moved in. That was two months ago. Wendy was very happy to have his company and they fell into a pattern where he would return from work, shower, have a beer and watch some news then dine on whatever Wendy prepared. Although he had to be up very early she made it a point to get up and fix him something for breakfast. She took to arranging her hair and putting on her makeup before joining him in the kitchen, well covered by her long terry cloth robe and “birth control” flannel pajamas beneath. Initially he objected to her rising and serving up breakfast but Wendy brushed it aside and continued. She loved being with him like a wife each morning before he left for the construction site. Every day he called his real wife in the evening .

He worked seven days a week. Once each 45 days he had six days off and made the 700 mile flight home to see his wife, Donna, and the children, a son and daughter; pictures of all of them on the dresser in his room at Wendy’s house. Wendy imagined the passionate lovemaking that must take place when this virile man was once more in his hot wife’s arms.

Wendy and Kenneth had their first sex together, (although it might have come about otherwise in any event), as an outgrowth of Wendy overhearing his end of a telephone conversation with Donna, Kenneth’s wife, and a subsequent, quite remarkable phone call from Donna to Wendy. Wendy had gone to the laundry room and Kenneth was sitting out on the deck. Apparently he thought Wendy was in the front of the house in the living room and out of earshot. He did not know the laundry room window was open to let in a breeze. He spoke quietly and intimately. Wendy, feeling a bit chagrinned, nevertheless eavesdropped. (What follows is Kenneth’s end of the conversation that Wendy could hear. The reader will have to use her imagination to complete Donna’s end of the conversation.)

“Oh baby, I miss you too.”

“It is hard not being able to fuck whenever and as much as we want.”

“Don’t be silly. I could never do that. Anyway I’ve no time to play around even if I wanted to.”

“What? You say some outrageous things Donna. She’s old enough to be my mother. I don’t know, maybe in her sixties or more, I can’t really tell.”

“Yes, I like her. She’s a loving and generous person and feeds me too. Got some extra padding but looks pretty good for her age. But that’s not something to start thinking about.”

“She has been fixing her hair and makeup before she comes down to make my breakfast. Well, yeah she makes my breakfast . No she didn’t start to fix herself up like that until after I moved in, I’m pretty sure. OK, let’s say she does, that doesn’t mean I’d do anything about it.”

“You are a piece of work, you know that? I haven’t talked about her as much as you say. Yes. She has all the parts that a woman has as much as I’ve seen any. I don’t know. How would I know? She’d have to be naked for me to know that. They’re nice, sure. Yes, bigger than yours but she’s put on a few extra pounds over the years. No I haven’t seen them. Christ Donna, she’s a nice older lady who is happy to have a guy around, nothing more.”

That’s what you think, buster, Wendy thought.

“Honey, if you can take it so can I. I do go solo when the need builds up and I think about you. Look, it’s not a matter of you not being jealous. I’m your guy. Besides I can’t ask her something like that,” she’d have me out on my ear.”

“For God sakes, I’m only so strong. OK, yes if I thought you’d understand and not be hurt and she walked into my bedroom naked I might, you know; aw this is ridiculous.”

“Huh? Now Donna don’t you dare do that. You’ll get me thrown out and I might not be able to find another place. This town has filled up with construction workers. So you just behave. Hell, she might have me arrested if … for something like you’re suggesting.”

Wendy felt the color rise in her cheeks . She drew the only reasonable inference she could in overhearing just Kenneth’s end of the phone conversation. Clearly Kenneth’s wife had suggested that he seek intimacy with her, with Wendy. Perhaps the man’s wife have been teasing him, albeit in an odd way. But that didn’t really fit as an adequate explanation. She went to bed later and had a good deal of difficulty getting to sleep, turning over in her mind the half-conversation she had overheard. She could not stop thinking of Kenneth a few steps away in his bedroom. She could not stop thinking of his remark, if “she walked in my bedroom naked, I might…” Sometimes the punishment for bad behavior comes right along with the behavior she thought. I’m being silly but I’m horny and that’s a fact; doesn’t matter how old I am. And he’s horny so… She sighed and put her hand on her vulva and soon lost herself in masturbation; rubbing her clit vigorously until she had a wracking orgasm. Then, satiated for the moment, she finally slept.

The next morning she thought he looked at her differently than ever before. More the way a man’s gaze gets when he is sizing up a woman as a sexual partner. She felt the color rise in her cheeks. He kissed her warmly on the cheek and lingered there for several beats before he left.

“Thanks for everything, Wendy. One thing, if my wife calls just keep in mind that she can have a very weird sense of humor sometimes. I hope you’ll just overlook anything silly that she may say. I love her dearly but I can’t always control her.”

“Don’t worry Kenneth. It will be fine if she calls.” When Kenneth was gone, Wendy slumped at the kitchen table and fanned herself. She was in a turmoil. “Fine” she thought, hah! Consciously she didn’t know how she would react, what she would say if Donna laid it all out on the table. God knows she wanted sex. Chronological age be damned. She had wandered in a sexual desert since Frank’s death. Almost ten years without a man. The possibility of being a surrogate for Kenneth’s wife pulled at her body like a magnet. Would Donna actually, not only agree to such an arrangement, but also sanction and promote it? More fundamentally, was she, Wendy, up to it?

She went to the supermarket. Came home and put the groceries up. Made herself a sandwich, watched the news and managed to take a catnap. Shortly after 2 p.m., the phone rang.

“Mrs. J, hi this is Donna, Kenneth’s wife.”

“Why, hello Donna, Kenneth speaks of you quite often, ” Wendy said. “But I’m afraid he’s not here now.”

“Oh, that’s alright. I’ll talk to him when he calls tonight. I called because I want to chat with you; girl talk, just the two of us. Is that okay?”

“Well, I will be happy to chat with you Donna, although I am more ‘old gal’ than girl anymore.” Wendy had a pretty good idea already of what Donna wanted to talk about. Nevertheless, she wanted to let Donna bring out what she wished to discuss so she said, “What sort of girl talk did you have in mind?”

Donna giggled. “We could talk about Kenneth, Wendy. I love him so much and, from all I’ve heard from him, I think you are quite taken with him.”

“He is a wonderful man. I was a bit concerned when I decided to rent to the construction workers. I was so lucky that Kenneth chose my home. I’ve enjoyed having a man in the house and Kenneth is certainly all man, isn’t he?”

“Oh, he is VERY much a man, Wendy, may I call you Wendy?”

“Of course you may, my dear. And I know what you mean by very manly. It must be very difficult for you to be without him for such long periods.”

“I am glad that you mentioned that Wendy. It is hard for me. I think about him when I go to bed and it is often very difficult to get to sleep unless I, well you know….”

“I understand Donna. I am old but I know what it is for a woman to need a man, her man. I haven’t had a man in my bed for years. Sometimes you just have to relieve the tension.”

“Exactly. You know it is very, very hard for Kenneth, too. I try to give him as much loving as I can when he gets home and I know I satisfy him. But then when he’s gone without for four days, then five and six, then weeks, it gets hard for him. Solo just seems to make him need it more, you know what I mean? And Wendy, I get worried that he will just get to needing a woman so bad that he’ll be out running around. And there would be plenty of horny women out there who’d love to get him in bed. I’m afraid I’ll lose him. We need this job and the money is really good but we need each other. Not having each other is harder for both of us than we thought it would be when he took the job. I just don’t know.”

“This is difficult for you isn’t it Donna? But this is not my first rodeo, as Frank, that’s my late husband, as he used to say. You won’t offend me. Go ahead and tell me now what is on your mind.”

“You’re right Wendy, this isn’t easy. But, well since you are right there with him could you, you know, like help him when he needs it so bad? It would be doing me a huge favor, because if he could come to you, then he won’t be looking for someone out on the streets and in bars. Oh Wendy it would really be ok with me and from what Kenneth tells me, I think you would enjoy him. Lots of older women your age are still in the game. He does excite you some. Isn’t that so?”

“If I stood in his doorway naked,” Wendy said, “do you think he would take me into his bed?”

“Oh my God, Wendy! Did you overhear Kenneth talking to me yesterday? Oh you must think I am terrible.”

“Of course not, Donna. But yes, I had a moment of weakness and I listened to Kenneth’s end of your conversation with him. I was very surprised as you can imagine. But what I heard excited me a lot. Kenneth is a gorgeous man.”

Wendy continued, “But let’s put that aside for the sake of discussion. Have you thought this through? Why do you think it will be different for you if Kenneth has intimate relations with me rather than someone young or more his and your ages? I am still another woman having what is supposed to be yours. Is it the fact that I am elderly that leads you to think you can accept Kenneth having relations with me? And one other thing, Donna, “What about me; my emotions? If I give myself to your husband I am inevitably going to become emotionally involved; the more love-making we do, instead of just getting sex from each other the more I am going to want him, even though I can’t have him, other than temporarily.”

There was silence from Donna and Wendy waited. Finally Donna spoke, “Oh Wendy, I am so sorry. I did think if he got satisfaction with you he would not fall in love… that he would see; that you both would see this could only be temporary, that your age difference would keep him from leaving me where if he took up with someone his age he might decide to leave me for her especially if she was better in bed than I am. I guess my thinking is that you would be a surrogate for me rather than a rival.”

“And Wendy, Kenneth could not just have sex with you; he is acutely anxious to make sure his partner is satisfied. He doesn’t just want intercourse, ‘wham, bam, thank-you ma’am.’ He makes slow love and takes a lot of his pleasure from pleasing his partner. So I suppose it could be hard on you emotionally when the job finishes up and he comes home. You’re right Wendy, I didn’t think about your feelings. I am truly sorry I’ve upset you.”

“Donna, you’ve been very honest in your answers and I admire you for it and appreciate your candor. I’m not upset. The truth is, you’ve opened a door for me to turn a fantasy into reality. Why don’t you and Kenneth have your evening chat and discuss this again? We’ll put off any decision for 24 hours to give us a little more time. Once Kenneth and I are intimate, that is if we are, it will change all of our relationships and we will not be able to return to the status quo. Would you like to call again tomorrow evening and tell me what the two of you have decided and then you can find out what my decision is as well.”

Donna agreed and they rang off. It worked out but not quite as they envisioned.

That evening when Kenneth returned from work they had dinner and talked about nothing important. What was left unspoken weighed in their minds and occupied their thoughts far more than their somewhat strained table talk. After dinner Kenneth helped clean up the kitchen then excused himself to call Donna. It was just as well because Wendy needed some time to herself.

I am 75 years old and I still want sex, Wendy thought. She knew from surfing the Internet that she was not alone. There were other women her vintage and more who still wanted to be held and cuddled and stimulated to lust by a willing, capable and considerate partner. A tall order, she reflected, given the general mortality rate of men who do not live on average as long as women. How many women her age would have the opportunity to have what was being offered to her; not by the aggressive come-on of the husband but by the anxious appeal of the distant wife? A Latin phrase she once heard swam up into her consciousness. Carpe diem, she thought. Seize the day. When you’re playing with the house’s money it is no time to deny yourself an opportunity offered. What had the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas written? “Do not go gentle into that goodnight.” She made up her mind. She would give herself to Kenneth if he wanted her. She knew instinctively that Donna would not change her mind. Wendy would deal with the corollaries of her choice, known and unknown, as they presented themselves.

Her mind made up, she went to bed and slept peacefully.

The next afternoon Donna called once more. She and Kenneth had discussed the arrangement thoroughly and he had agreed, admitting that the thought stimulated him and his excitement in turn arousing Donna.

“Don’t get so turned on,” Donna cautioned, that you have to give yourself a relief cum. Save it for Wendy.”

Breakfast was a bit strained as each of them thought about “the arrangement” not yet consummated. Kenneth took his lunch pail and at the door he hugged Wendy and kissed her cheek warmly.

“We’ll talk when I get home,” he said.

“Yes, we should,” Wendy said. She watched him climb into his pickup and only when he had driven off down the street did she close the front door.

Donna called again in the afternoon.

Wendy told her, “I am willing to accept that I cannot have him permanently no matter how much I might come to care for him. So… If I am convinced that it you truly endorse and want this; that it really would not harm your relationship with him, I would love to give myself to Kenneth. But he has to be comfortable with your acceptance and with himself. And, Donna I can only do this if Kenneth asks me. Donna, I’m no prize. There’s a big age difference. My body looks nothing like yours. Kenneth’s shown me pictures. It’s been so long I’m not sure how good I can perform. I might not be able to satisfy him.”

“If he asks, will you try Wendy? Please? And Wendy you might be surprised but if you’ll be a little flirty I think it will make him want to ask. He won’t be able to help himself because he’s so horny.”

Before dinner Wendy put on a button front spaghetti strap sun dress with a scooped neckline that showed a generous amount of cleavage. Her bra lifted her full breasts and her panties, on impulse were left in her dresser drawer. It made her feel wanton and warmed her groin. When Kenneth sat down to eat that evening (Wendy fixed breaded pork chops, pan fried potatoes, peas and a lettuce, tomato and cucumber salad with balsamic vinegar dressing and served up still oven warm chocolate cake for dessert.) Wendy served him, leaning over and lingering to let him get a good look down her dress. He did not disappoint. She felt the color rise in her neck and moved away to sit opposite him, her straining nipples now clearly apparent where they pushed up her bra and bodice. It pleased her that he greedily drank in the view of breasts and bra, probably her bare skin to the waist too. She poured each of them a glass of the cabernet she had been saving. He immediately drank half and she refilled his wine stem.

Kenneth said, “Wendy you look right fetching in that dress. I don’t recall seeing you in it before and I’m sure I would remember if I had. You know, I’m surprised you don’t have any men trying to win over a fine looking widow lady like you.”

“Thank you, Kenneth. I love a compliment about my looks, even if I’m old and overweight. You’ve made me blush.” Wendy leaned forward, ostensibly reaching for the salt shaker so that he could get another good peek down her front. They looked at each other and he tried not to but he broke eye contact and looked down the front of her dress. Wendy again felt the pleasant warmth in her groin.

Kenneth cleared his throat and asked, “Did Donna call you today?”

“She did, yes.”

He drank half his glass of wine. “So what did you talk about.? I’ll bet she had some crazy notions.” Wendy was bemused with Kenneth. She had not seen him as tentative and uneasy as he was just in that moment.

Wendy smiled, “It was not ‘what’ we talked about it was ‘who’.”

There seemed to be a little charade that Kenneth needed to play out. Wendy readily accepted his need to approach her in his own way. She too was tense with anticipation.

Kenneth put his fork down and wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin Wendy always set out.

He knew she meant him. “Darn,” he said. “Donna has a mind of her own. She gets a notion and won’t let go. I hope she didn’t say anything foolish or that might have been out of line. I sure don’t want you to tell me to pack up and get out.”

“Goodness,” Wendy said. “I wouldn’t put you out Kenneth. Why would you think that? Over something you think Wendy might have said that would offend me? I like your company very much Kenneth. It is a pleasure to have a nice handsome man in my house. What do you think she might have said?”

Wendy was toying with him, knowing very well what Donna had proposed was something Kenneth had talked to her about and he was edging towards it. She took a long drink of her wine. She felt more pleasant warmth in her groin and knew her sex was moistening.

Kenneth drew a deep breath and let it out slowly as he spoke, “She probably said something about my needing it a lot and being hard to keep from looking for a woman. She probably said she was afraid she’d lose me to another woman being apart so much. And I’ll just bet she asked you if you’d help keep me satisfied, while I’m here on me job. She told you it would meet with her approval and that it would be good for both of us. Is that about right?”

He abandoned the gloss that Donna’s call was just her quirky way of joshing. He stood and ran his hand through his thick hair and rubbed his face. He had put on shorts and a tee after showering when he got home. He emptied his wine and refilled his glass. Wendy could see by the bulge in his shorts that the discussion had aroused him. She longed to caress that bulge, to hold it and rub it, to take it in her mouth.

“Yes, that’s about right,” Wendy said simply. She could feel moisture in her armpits and on her upper lip dew began to gather. She almost trembled with the excitement that grew in her eager body. Memory of sexual gratification, of being taken by a man soaked with lust in anticipation of having her, sprang into her consciousness with urgency.

Kenneth leaned on the table with both hands flat palms down. “What is your answer, Wendy?”

“I, well, what I said was I would, if you would have me, old as I am and not so much to look at anymore.” The words tumbled out of her. She rushed on, “I told Wendy that I had to know she was really okay with us having sex. I told her I did want you but I didn’t know if I could satisfy you. And I said that you would have to ask me first.”

Wendy blushed from her chest to her hairline. She had gotten it out; said what she needed to say. Would he respond as she hoped?

“This has got me feeling pretty randy,” Kenneth said. “I have thought about you , about coming on to you, what it would be like to get it on with you. I’m so horny and I do want you. ”

Wendy opened her arms wide to him in response. He stepped over to her and put his hand on her cheek and she clutched his hand with her own, moved it so she could press her lips to it and smell his smell.

“I think you’re the sexiest landlady I’ve ever had,” he said smiling.

“That could be flattering Mr. construction foreman, if I knew how many landladies you’ve had.

“Only one,” he said with a grin.

“I might surprise you with this old body. Kiss me, Kenneth.”

Wendy turned her face up to his, already descending. They kissed lightly several times, then he kissed her neck and her cheeks, and her ears. His breath smelled of the wine they had drunk. Then with unspoken agreement they both opened their mouths and French kissed, invading each other with phallic tongues. It made Wendy’s pussy throb. Finally they stopped out of breath.

“Wendy, you are a damned fine kisser.” Kenneth’s voice was thick with lust.

Wendy was still seated. She put her arms around Kenneth’s hips as he stood by her chair. She hugged him close and could feel his straining erection confined in his underwear.

“Oh, Kenneth I’ve wanted to hold you, be held by you from the moment you appeared at my door. ” She rubbed her cheek against his groin, pushing against the engorged protrusion. She put her mouth on the bulge and exhaled ho t breath that sank through his shorts to flow around his cock.

He gave a long sigh. “Wendy, that feels good. Do you suck cock Wendy? I’d like it if you would suck mine.”

“I haven’t done that to a man for years, Kenneth. But I’d love to suck you. Shall I do it now?”

Kenneth dropped his shorts and underwear and Wendy got her first look at his proud penis. It made her vagina spasm. She watched enthralled as it continued to stretch and stiffen, now untrammeled by clothing. Am I dreaming, Wendy thought? But the penis at that moment oozed a drop of viscous pre-ejaculation fluid. Instinctively she grasped it and stroked the shaft as she leaned in and kissed, licked and finally took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the and sucking vigorously.

So they had their first sex in that tender, rather comically lurid vignette there in the dining area of Wendy’s country kitchen. Kenneth naked from the waist down, caressing Wendy’s head as she sat at the front of her chair, knees wide apart taking his stalwart erection in her mouth. The only sound in the room came from Kenneth’s “ahhhs” and “mmmms” and the slurping sounds made by Wendy’s mouth as she sucked and kissed and licked his cock and balls. Where her tongue was not she fondled and petted with her free hand while, with the other, holding and rubbing the part of his shaft not in her mouth at the moment.

“That’s good, Wendy. That’s real good. You’re doing just fi… fi… fine,” he said. His hips had begun to undulate instinctively as the bliss intensified, adding the lubricated friction of his glans and shaft rubbing the hot wet flesh of her mouth and tongue to enhance the waves of keen pleasure rolling out through his body.

Wendy reveled in the feel and texture of his cock on her lips and tongue and in her mouth. There seemed to be a pleasure circuit of nerves leading directly from her mouth to her pussy where excited tissue began to swell and ooze preparatory coital fluid. The warm glow in her sex increased in pleasure as he communicated the increasing intensity of pleasure radiating from his own sex.

She took his cock out of her mouth and smiled as she looked up at him. “Am I doing good, Kenneth? Do you like me sucking and licking your big beautiful cock? Want more? Want to spurt your stuff in my mouth?”

“Yes, yes, yes to everything. Put me back in your mouth and make me cum. I need it bad.”

She took him in again and resumed. Thereafter he soon cried out, “Ah, ahhhh We… Wen….Wendeeeeeee! I’m cumming!” which he did straightaway, spurting into her mouth, She clutched his buttocks. He held her head. His hips jerked as he came. A frisson caused Wendy’s vagina to spasm with sympathetic pleasure as Kenneth ejaculated into her mouth. She swallowed his load and licked away the semen clinging to his cock. When he withdrew from her mouth his penis had begun to soften but the tissue looked puffy from the distended rigidity; thrilled to be receiving a fabulous blow job from this remarkably wanton elderly lady.

“Wendy that was fantastic. You give great head.”

Looking up at him, Wendy said, “Kenneth look at what I have for you. ” Wine brave and brazenly she pulled her dress up to her hips thereby revealing that she wore no panties and, with her knees wide her sex was completely revealed to him.

He drank in the sight of that entrance to her body; that place of blissful transport; long thick swollen outer labia slack now like plush curtains lifted aside to reveal the hot wet flesh within. Her inner labia too were engorged, succulent and protruding flutes of delicate deep pink. The entrance to her vagina was a dime sized flexing opening into the sweet darkness of her anxious sheath. She spread herself with two fingers and lifted the folds, with her knees spread wide so that her swollen clit came into view, a glistening, throbbing finger tip nubbin of blush red flesh.

“Aw, Wendy,” he said, “that is just about the nicest pussy I have seen for an age. It sure looks like it needs a lot more attention. When you extend an invitation like this I couldn’t refuse if I wanted to. ” HIs moist cock twitched as he spoke.

Wendy watched mesmerized as he brought his hand towards her then looked up into his eyes. When the tip of thumb touched her clit she jerked and gripped his flaccid cock. She could hear sounds and realized it was she making them, grunts and moans of pleasure as he massaged her cunt and worked not only her clit but her vagina with two, then three and finally four fingers in her, fucking her with his adroit hand . It brought Wendy to the edge of the chair, clinging to him, humping his wonderful hand, taking her to a crescendo.

“OH, OH, OH, OH. AAAAHHHH. Oh my god! Oh fuck! AAAAAGH!. EEEEEEAAAHHH, WHOOOOOO, AUGHHH, UGHHH, UNHHH,” Wendy screeched and groaned in ecstasy. The intensity of that orgasm flashed through her like a lightning bolt. Wendy bucked so hard against the invading hand that she lifted off the chair. Kenneth held her so she didn’t collapse to the floor until he could get her backside onto the chair again. As the rapture suffused her body she squirted pee and coital juices hotly over his hand , some dribbling onto the floor.

Wendy gasped and giggled at the mess she made. Her thighs clamped together and she sucked in her breath, threw her head back and groaned as the blissful waves continued to pulse through her; jerking and squeezing; making little sounds of pleasure,

Kenneth was blown away by Wendy’s fierce orgasm. He extracted his hand finally when the orgasmic spasm had diminished to the point Wendy could open her thighs and release him. He stared at her in amazement.

“By God,” he marveled, “that was a hell of a cum, Are you okay?”

“What,” Wendy asked? She opened her eyes and Kenneth’s question slowly registered with her. “Mmmmm,” she sighed deeply. “Oh, I am so okay. Oh yes darling. Oh my! I thought for a minute I was going to pass out. I did not have any idea that I had that in me at my age. Goodness! Just let me rest a minute Kenneth. Whew! I need to recover a bit. That was a shock. I didn’t expect to cum and certainly not so hard. My clitoris is still throbbing .”

The blow job and now Wendy’s intense orgasm inflamed Kenneth so that he was overcome with desire for this incredibly hot elderly woman; and now he desperately wanted to get his needful cock up inside her and fuck her thoroughly.

“Wendy, doggone it, I should have been fucking you since you took me in. I wish I’d known how much you like, hell how much you need some good fucking. We could have been taking care of each other. We got to make up for what we missed. Let’s get on up to your bedroom. Can you do some more tonight? We can take our time now. I going to love you like you should have been getting loved all these years since you husband passed. I will give you slow loving’ and taste your pussy until you can’t stand it for another minute That’s when I’m going to fuck that fine pussy I’m looking at so pretty right here.”

He helped Wendy stand and she clung to him for a couple of minutes. There was a blooming wet spot on the back of her dress where juices had drooled out of her and run down her crotch.

Although still aroused and needing much more from him, Wendy’s practical side asserted itself. “Oh dear I made a mess on the floor. I’m going to clean that up. You ought to call Donna like you always do. She will especially want to hear from you now. When you’re done with your call come to my room if you still want more of me . You’ve wrung me out but I still want more of you.”

She cupped his cheek with one hand and kissed him on the lips. She left him and went to her bedroom, hoping he would still come to her after talking to Donna; that his wife would not have changed her mind. She wanted and needed Kenneth now that the barriers of convention had been swept aside, but the last thing she wanted to happen was to be instrumental in causing them to become estranged.

When Kenneth called, Donna picked up immediately.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me.”

She knew as quickly as she heard the timbre of his voice that Wendy had agreed to do as Donna had requested and that Wendy and Kenneth had sex of some sort.

“Well,” she said, “You horny guy, tell me all about it. I want details. I know you guys did something together.”

“Donna,” Kenneth said, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, I feel just now as though I’ve strayed on you tonight.”

“Oh baby, don’t feel that way. If you were having sex with Wendy behind my back then you would be straying. But when we’ve all agreed with each other that’s not cheating honey. That’s me being selfish and asking Wendy to be my surrogate so you don’t run off with some young slut. Now give it up. What did you two do?”

“She gave me a blow job. It was mighty fine.”

“Oh, you randy man. Did you come in her mouth?”

“Yes, she wouldn’t have it otherwise.”

“Donna, I ouched her clit and finger fucked her briefly and she had a cum you wouldn’t believe. She’s up in her bedroom now and wants me to come and do her good. I’m feeling’ so horny right now, even with the blow job I’d fuck your brains out if you were here. ”

Learning that she had told him after the blow job that he should come to her if he wanted more, Donna told him to, “go on, get off the phone and go take care of that woman and yourself. Wendy is my surrogate and she’s going to keep you out of the hands of some hussy trying’ to take my man. Just know that I am going to want to hear all the juicy details. I love you so much sweetie. I can’t wait to get you in my pussy .”

“You going to use your toys?”

“Baby, I got one doing me right now. Want me to put the phone down by my pussy so you can hear it?” Without waiting for his response Donna put the earpiece close to her very wet sex that made squishy sounds as she massaged herself with it.

“Like that honey?”

“Oh yeah. That’s hot. Wish it was my tongue doing that instead of a dildo. I’ll be thinking about you while I love up Wendy. Man, this is going to take some getting used to.”

“OK baby, you go ahead on to her now. I love you and give Wendy a big hug and a kiss from me.”

“You know I do not deserve you, Donna. I will talk to you tomorrow. Love you darling’.”

* * *

When Wendy reached her bedroom she went into the adjoining bathroom and rinsed her mouth, peed and washed her crotch to remove the dribbles of coital fluids that had wet her thighs. Then she gave herself a quick flavored douche. Back in the bedroom she removed her dress and bra allowing her ample breasts to sag. Although gravity had taken its toll on her DD sized pair they did not droop like two pendulous sock saps. They retained their globular shape despite becoming somewhat elongated . Her large erect nipples signaled readiness for attention.

Added weight now amplified the size of the generous mound of Venus that formed an inviting soft portico above the apex of the cleft in her pussy. When she masturbated, rapidly diddling her clit made the plump flesh of her mound quiver and shake. When not aroused her vulva was guarded by two large labia like soft French pistolettes . When she wore snug crops her camel toe was erotically outlined by the fabric. More than once she had startled and pleasured strangers in the mall food court with a flash of her prominent labia tightly covered by fabric that followed ever dip and curve of the oasis hidden beneath.

On an impulse she got out her black unmentionables. These included a suspender (garter) belt, black fish net stockings and lacey black boy cut cheeky panties. Experience told her that she would present a far more stimulating vision in the seductive ensemble than if she were completely naked when he came to her.

She had just finished checking her hair, and applying a touch up of her makeup and lipstick when he knocked on the door to her bedroom although the door was wide open. That charmed Wendy; that he would not enter without her permission. But at the same time once they got going at lovemaking she needed him to assert control. Doing whatever, well almost whatever he wanted was such an exciting prospect that she experienced a nice spasm in her vagina.

Wendy did not need to look at his penis, swelling erect again even as he stood in the doorway, now completely naked, to know that he was thoroughly consumed by lust. She knew the look on a man’s face, in his eye when he is fiercely aroused.

He smiled broadly and said, “Look at you now Wendy. That is a very, very sexy looking outfit. This arrangement between you and Donna is just looking better and better. ”

Wendy slowly turned her back to him so that he could see the expanse of cheeks showing below the lacey panties. The sight made Kenneth flex his hands itching to hold those pillows of soft flesh, caress and fondle them.

“Honey,” Wendy said, “I really like you in that birthday suit you’re wearing too.”

“Now Wendy, as horny as I am and as good as you’re looking’, I know you’re not as young as you used to be. If doing some more tonight is going to be too much for you, we can just cuddle if you want.”

“Let’s lie down together here in my bed and see what happens,” she answered.

“Okay, but don’t take off any of the things you’re wearing. You look sexy as hell.”

He took her in his arms by the bed and she sighed with content at the feel of his sinewy arms and firm muscles around her. His erection pressed between them and firmly against her round belly. He wanted to kiss her and lifted her chin.

“I need to lie down Kenneth. ”

She sat on the bed and rolled in, stretching out on her back and he lay down beside her on his side so that his stiff cock pressed against her thigh. He kissed her lips, just several light brushes of his lips on hers.

He put his hand on her just below her breasts. She sighed with contentment at the feel off his hard fingers and calloused palm. He kissed her then repeatedly beginning with her forehead, her eyes, then her cheeks, on to her ears, leaning over her prostrate body to reach the opposite side. When he did his cock slid up her thigh and his chest pressed her breasts. Wendy loved the feel of him poking into her and his weight across her. She reached for his cock but when she clutched it he asked her not to yet. She reluctantly let go.

“Just let me do everything for you and to you right now Wendy. ”

“You’re stoking up a fire in my pussy with your kissing. I’m getting all moist and squishy again.”

He reached down and ran a finger up her cleft, pressing panty fabric into the fissure that now separated her outer lips. That made her tremble and spread her legs. He brought the finger up and looked at it. She watched him sniff the finger then put in his mouth. That too made her squirm and she wanted badly to put her own fingers to work in her pussy but he told her no, not to do that.

Wendy began to wonder if he gave oral sex. She wanted his mouth, his lips, his tongue; all feasting on her with his face buried between her ample thighs. She almost asked him if he would do that but decided to go with his program. It was hardly difficult in one sense because he was making her feel oh so good and very relaxed.

He returned to kissing her moving down from her soft shoulders to her arms, probing her armpit with his tongue which made her squeal and giggle because he had found her most ticklish place. He kissed down her side and onto her midriff then down, pausing on her belly button before stopping at the waistline of her panties just short of where her mound began.

Moving on he kissed the outside of her thigh below her panties on the bare patch before coming to the top of her stockings. Then he moved to her other side and repeated a trail of kisses until he was once again at her forehead.

“Now I want you to roll over on your belly.”

She complied and he blazed another path of busses that ranged over her back and half exposed cheeks and naked backs of her thighs between stockings and panties.

Wendy ground her mound against the mattress. She could not recall ever enjoying such extended foreplay; being tantalized to a plateau of arousal that made her shiver with excitement. Her anxious pussy throbbed. Was he ever going to tend to her tits and nipples? Was he ever going to eat her pussy? She liked fucking, no question, but she loved oral sex and desperately wanted him to please go down on her. Momentarily that she had these reflections he spoke softly.

“OK time for some attention to those beautiful tits. Those nipples must be mighty anxious; feeling’ like they were going to be left out maybe.”

Kenneth unfastened Wendy’s bra and told her to turn over.

She did, holding the bra so that the cups stayed in place, sort of; except they slipped down a bit and showed a plump crescent of each and Kenneth leaned in to kiss each of them. He tugged at the material of one side and Wendy coquettishly very lightly restrained but did not prevent the fabric from slipping slowly down. First a carmine arc of areola emerged followed by a nipple that popped deliciously into Kenneth’s view. It was a DD sized nipple to go with the DD sized breast that it served.

“:Ah, Wendy that’s a fine, fine looking tit and that nipple surely needs some sucking.”

Kenneth ran his hands over the exposed breast, caressing and kneading it.

Wendy sighed happily. “Be gentle with them. They’re not as firm as they used to be. But you can play with the nipple and I love to have them sucked.”

Kenneth let a dollop of saliva drop directly onto the nipple and it made Wendy shudder. Straightaway he lowered his face and took her nipple into his mouth and set about giving it the wonderful oral attention Wendy craved; each variant, nibble, tongue spears and sweeps, gentle labio-dental tugs and hearty sucking, sent pulses to her whole pussy making it too throb with pleasure. It also caused her sheath to lubricate and relax in anticipation of a hot slick welcome to the anxious flesh shaft sensed nearby so stiff and eager.

While Kenneth sucked this one his hand groped across her and he slid it under the cup of her other and attended it as well with caresses , then rubbing, rolling, and gently squeezing and twisting the marvelously erect nipple. This continued for some minutes during which Kenneth alternated his oral attention from one to the other. Wendy groaned and sighed and kissed his head, ran her hands through his hair and encouraged him.

“That’s it darling. Oh, that is so good. Don’t stop, please! Yes, pull on it, ahhh. Pull them; lift my tits. Just like tha…. thAT!”

It had been so long since a man had tended her generous breasts. God almighty she wondered if it had ever felt as good as Kenneth’s mouth and hands worked her over. Several times she approached orgasm or had little “zippers” as she called them. Not a full cum but a nice little flare would periodically pulse out of her sex and warm her groin. The housekeeper’s voice within faintly called to her attention, although she was now beyond caring, that the pad she intended to use on the bed was forgotten in their preoccupation with the sexual urgency that washed over them. She could feel that the crotch of her panties was soaked. She needed him to go down on her.

“Kenneth, she said hoarsely. “Baby my pussy, eat my pussy pleASE.”

Kenneth relinquished her breasts and remarked, “And I am going to take care of that right now.”

He positioned himself between her knees.

“Aren’t you going to take my panties off,” she asked?

“Oh yes. But first I want to do this.” Kenneth pulled a pillow over.

“Lift your butt up,” he instructed.

When she did so he slipped the pillow under her. Then he had her draw up her knees and spread her legs wide. When she did her pudenda was manifest through the damp fabric that clung to her and by the large wet spot that had flowered in the crotch. He gripped behind her knees.

“I want to push your knees back further so that it will bring your pussy up further. Think you can handle that position for me? Otherwise you could kneel over my face.”

“I can do this position for awhile,” Wendy said. “If I get uncomfortable or catch a cramp we’ll change position. I am so hot for you now. Just do what you want down there.”

What he wanted and what he did was put his mouth on her pudenda smelling the redolent mixture of scented douche and the pungency of a female in heat. He sucked on her wet panties and pressed and jabbed his fabric restrained tongue into her slack cleft. He breathed hot breath that washed over her pussy. He licked the crevice at the margin of her bare thighs and moist panties. There was something terrifically erotic for Wendy having her pussy mouthed through her panties and she began the suffusing throbbing that presaged another orgasm. She pushed and ground herself eagerly against his face.

Kenneth sensed that she was on the cusp of cumming. He sat up smiling at her through the damp sheen on his face.

“Now let’s get those panties off.”

Wendy lifted her hips and he worked the wet garment down over her hips and out of her crotch. Once more he pushed her knees high and let her thighs rest on his forearms with her feet crossed behind his neck. Wendy gasped and cried out with delight when his open mouth touched her vulva.

“Oh geeezzzzzzz,” she cried, “I love it. Love it. Love IT! Oooh Kenny my cunt is all yours. That’s it. That’s IT! Lick that spot. Thaaaat’s my cliiiittt! Yes, yes, yes. Do that more baby. Do THAT!! ”

Kenneth happily did that. He did other things as well so that Wendy commenced humping his burrowing face . She grunted with each thrust. She played with her tits with one hand and pressed his head against her pussy with the other. They lost track of time. Kenneth did not seem to tire of the roundel of kisses, slurps, lip nibbles and darting tongue applied with enthusiasm and received by Wendy with visceral lust.

Kenneth struggled against her hand making it clear he wished to back off. She reluctantly let go of his head. Was he going to fuck her now, she wondered? But no, he stayed at her crotch and then she felt his fingers at her entrance. He stretched the plump flesh in the apex of her vulva until her pulsing clit emerged erect. It was filmed with coital fluid. He plunged his face onto her sex once more and immediately began vigorously working her clit causing Wendy to cry out.

GAAAAD Kenny, you darling fucKER!!! YaaaaHHHHHH! Make me cum baby, make Wendy cum, make meeeeeeeee. Yes, fuck FUCK! I AM CUMMMMMMING. Oh God, Oh God. Oh God.” She twisted about and strained upward against his face trying to wring out the last quiver of bliss with which he had infused her. Her pussy spasmed; her clit pulsed in the delicate grip of his thumb and forefinger.

“My clit is too sensitive,” she gasped pushing on his hand, “let it go before…it… get’s painful if I cum as hard as, oooooh ahhhhh, Jesus another one…., as I am now, still cu….mmmm cum……cumming now!”

He crawled up her torso and smeared his pussy wet face on her belly and all the way to her head as he stretched out and lowered his weight on her.

“Oh Kenneth, how good you feel, I haven’t had a man’s weight on me for yea… mmmf!”

He cut off her remark when he clamped his mouth on her. She tasted her juices and smelled the odor of her sex fully aroused as they kissed.

When he lifted from her lips, much as she liked the feel of his muscular chest mashing her tits she could not get deep enough breaths and he raised up on his elbow when she asked. His erection lay between her nether lips and the shaft touched her clit. That maleness in intimate contact but not penetrating felt wonderful. She worked it with her full outer lips clutching the shaft.

“Like that,” she asked?

“Oh yeah. Nice.”

“Want to put that big dick of yours in me?

“Oh yeah. That would be nice.”

Wendy smacked an ass cheek. “Just nice huh?”

“Well I can’t judge until I’ve stuck it up inside you. Are you up for some more? You came so hard.”

“Start slow and gentle because I haven’t had a man in me for years.”

He knelt up and positioned himself. Sweat cooled on both of them. Wendy’s pussy was leaking. Kenny eased his hips forward into the lava pool of her vulva the head of his penis slipping into her. He slowly eased through the musculature until just the head of his penis was in her vagina.

“Ah, damn he breathed. That feels so fucking good.”

He did it several times prompting Wendy to exclaim, “Kenny that is soooo good. Keep pushing in slowly.”

He eased his cock all the way into her causing Wendy to sigh and she squeezed the welcome invader tightly with her vagina.

They fucked slowly, at first she rolled her hips slightly causing just enough friction to ripple out little frissons of orgasmic promise.

“That is so darned nice,” Kenny murmured, looking down into her face while holding himself up over her. “You’ve got some moves I’m going to have to show Donna.”

“Mmmm,” Wendy said, “You do that. Tell her your old landlady fucked you in ways you hadn’t been fucked before.”

She upped the ante for the game then by introducing vagina squeezes tightly clutching his cock.

“Ahhh, shiiit,” he moaned. “You’re going to make me go off like a kid if you keep that up too.”

“I’m ready now if you want to step it up. Go ahead and fuck me good now. Fuck my cunt, Kenny. Go for it.”

He drew out of her and jammed into her. Then again and again and once more. Then they caught a rhythm as Wendy rolled her hips to meet him on each stroke, huffing and puffing and groaning. Kenneth marveled at the turn of events that led him to now be stroking vigorously in and out of Wendy’s pussy. There was nothing special about her appearance that would hint at the sexual appetite hidden inside her; nothing to hint at the superb quality of her pussy and her fucking. There was nothing to hint at the unprecedented gratification she gave him first in the exquisite blow job; then the excitement of her hungry response as he turned her entire body into a shuddering sex organ with his all over kisses and eating her pussy. Now he was on the cusp of an orgasm he could feel building with exceptional urgency and intensity. He had intended to have her doggy fashion before cumming but what was happening to him washed over any such notion. He did think very briefly about pulling out of her to stave off cumming but he could not pull out; the pleasure building and radiating from his penis was too intense, too good . He could not will himself out of her.

A few more plunges then it crashed upon him, “AWWWW ARRRRGH,” he roared. “OOOOOH UUUGH, UUGH,” Kenneth strained against the bolster of Wendy’s broad thighs. I…AH AH AM CU…CU…CUUUMMMING!!!!” Kenneth cried out. He ejaculated, seminal fluid streaming out of him in one, two, three, four jets and a final small squirt; each paroxysm causing his penis to flex within her so that she knew he was filling her vagina.

She had a nice vaginal orgasm with him, not of the intensity that he induced with his mouth but any orgasm was a good one Wendy felt. Just the feel of his cock filling her was wonderful. And she loved to watch his face contort as he blew his load; the strong strain of his thighs against her as he spurted his load into her She felt like an empress bringing a virile man in his prime to such a shattering orgasm; sapping and draining him entirely.

“Don’t pull out Kenneth. Leave it in me for awhile. Mmmmm, so nice”

Kenneth collapsed on her, holding off his full weight by resting on his elbows. He was breathing heavily. He put his chin on her shoulder and she hugged it against her own cheek and ran her other hand up and down his back and buttocks feeling the sheen of sweat on his skin.

“I think you liked that,” she murmured into his ear. “Was I any good?”

“Good? Good? No it wasn’t good. It was one of the best, maybe the best fuck I’ve ever had. ”

She squeezed him tightly, “Aw that is such a nice thing to say to an old lady,” Wendy said.


Wendy and Kenneth happily fucked each other and he continued to not just fuck Wendy but also made patient and meticulous love to her and his foreplay brewed a steaming stew of lust in her that made her almost unhinged. Inevitably a few of her closest chums could hardly avoid noticing the vivacious changes in her demeanor. Once they noted the effect it took them little time to ken the cause. (But therein lies another story.) Donna, the remarkably pragmatic wife, continued to give her blessing to the role she and Wendy had agreed upon. Kenneth, that sturdy cocksman, served Donna on his days off with even more vigor than before Wendy. As an upshot, Donna became pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful little girl whom they named Wendy. When the hospital project ended Kenneth was offered and accepted a position as maintenance superintendent for the new complex. A twist of fate that must have had the gods chuckling brought the commodious old craftsman bungalow next door to Wendy’s on the market and Kenneth snapped it up. That set the stage for development of a rather unusual tripartite sexual arrangement in which the two women not only shared Kenneth but did so in a threesome recorded in some very torrid home videos. As it turned out the ménage brought Wendy and Donna together whereby they discovered and traveled down a thick subterranean current of lesbian sex that both amused and excited Kenneth; not that they relinquished one centimeter of his sturdy cock but only added each other to their rich sexual stew.

This development was accommodated with Kenneth lying on his back and the two women astride him, one plunged upon his dick and the other facing her sexual sister with her pussy mashed against Kenneth’s dispatcher to heaven mouth. In this position they brought each other to the gates of paradise with deep kisses , sucking and rubbing of breasts and clitoral massages enhancing the ministry of Kenneth’s adroit tongue and eager cock. Cum spattered, sweaty, sticky and redolent with the odors of sex; that is the way we leave the happy and satiated trio, as we withdraw discreetly the sounds and images of their sex runs through our minds in a looping amateur video clip.

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