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 Anticipation

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Escaping the party, I was standing on the balcony, looking at the stars. He came up behind me and put his arms around me, resting his hands on my stomach. They were hot through my thin dress.

‘How’s my favourite sexy woman?’

‘I never knew you cared.’

‘This says how much I care.’ A hard cylinder pushed against my buttocks.

‘Mmm, is that all for me?’

‘Every inch. Is it too big?’

‘Oh, I don’t know. I’ve got a pretty stretchy cunt. Once I get worked up.’

‘You’ll have to have a very stretchy cunt to take all this.’

‘I’m getting worked up already.’

‘Are you? In what way?’

‘Oh, juice is starting to flow. Warm and wet. It’s seeping into my knickers.’

‘You’ll need lots of lubrication to fit this inside your cunt.’

‘That’s not a problem, I think. And you’ll have some pre-cum to help, won’t you?’

‘Certainly will. In fact a big drop has just oozed out and soaked into my trousers.’

‘Does it taste nice?’

‘I don’t know. You’ll have to find out.’

‘Maybe I should suck your cock a bit before it reams my tight little cunt. Get it well lubricated.’

‘Maybe you should. Slide it down your throat.’

‘Have to be careful you don’t cum, though, won’t I? I wouldn’t want you to blow your load in my mouth. Or worse, all over my face.’

‘No indeed. My spunk would be much better off being shot right at the back of your hot little cunt. Although I doubt there would be room for it all.’

‘You’d be surprised how much of your spunk would fit in my cunt. Especially when it’s opening up like now.’

‘Can you feel it opening up?’

‘Yes. My cunt lips are swelling and parting and my tunnel is getting wider. And it feels ever so empty. And the juice is flowing out. My knickers are soaked. Soon it’s going to start trickling down my legs.’

‘Just like my spunk when I fill your cunt to overflowing and then carrying on fucking you until you cum.’

‘Oh, I think I’ll have cum before that. Having a big hard cock pounding into my cunt, over and over again, always makes me cum. I hope you’d be able to pound my cunt for quite a while before your balls erupt inside me.’

‘That depends how hard your cunt squeezes me when you cum.’

‘My cunt squeezes hard enough to hurt. But there’d be so much juice that we can ignore friction.’

‘I’m looking forward to seeing all the juice and spunk spread all over your arse and thighs.’

‘Yes, especially my arse. I hope you wouldn’t just cum once and then not get hard again.’

‘I’m pretty sure that I’d get hard again almost immediately. Especially with a slippery arse to play with.’

‘It would be very slippery, even my anus. And I expect that if your hard cock accidentally pushed against my anus, well, who knows what might happen?’

‘Are you saying that I might slide my hard slippery cock into your arse?’

‘It might happen. And I wouldn’t be able to stop you. In fact, once my anus had stretched around the head of your cock, there’d be nothing to stop it sliding all the way in.’

‘All the way?’

‘Oh yes. All the way in. And then all the way out. And in and out, over and over again, until you emptied your balls deep inside my arse.’

‘There’d be quite a bit of newly-formed spunk to be pumped into your arse.’

‘And then I’d have your spunk trickling out of both holes, wouldn’t I?’

‘How’s your panties now?’

‘My panties are dripping and my juices are running down my thighs. And my cunt is so open that it feels as if you could get your hand up it. How’s your cock? It feels ever so hard.’

‘It is. I’m leaking pre-cum constantly. In fact I think it’s soaked through my trousers and through the back of your dress. My cock feels as if it’ll explode if it doesn’t get inside your hot cunt within the next few seconds.’

‘So all I have to do is bend forward and lift my dress and then you can peel my knickers off and slide your cock between my wet cunt lips?’

Just then someone called us from the house. It was time to bring in the birthday cake. His hands left my stomach and his cock left the cleft of my arse. We went inside.

It would never have worked anyway. I’m 60 (it’s my birthday party) and he’s not yet twenty. And I am his great-aunt.

 

 

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 last modified 19 March 2009