Message-ID: <13340eli$9807241427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13340.txt> From: William Will Willie Bill <LIBERTYES@prodigy.net> Subject: Gloris, her life.txt Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: LIBERTYES@prodigy.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <35B7FE77.1745@prodigy.net> 7-23-98 Gloria, her life.txt =========================================================== WARNING : The following story is based on real events in the lives of real live people and therefore contains graphic descriptions of adult sexual acts and is posted for the entertainment of adults who understand life., If you are below the age of eighteen, or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic true-to-life stories in your place of residence, then exit this file now. =========================================================== Gloria barely heard the front door close when Jim left for work. These hot summer nights were wearing her down and she didn't feel rested at all, and as she turned over she felt her gown pull across her pussy and the old familiar zings coursed upwards through her body. Jim never satisfied her and last night had been no exception. "Oh, Jim, put it in me now...uh...I'm so hot...feel how wet I am." "Yes Gloria, yes." He had pushed his hard cock into her steaming cunt and she had begun counting his strokes, hoping for the best, but it was not to be. One, two, three, silently four, five, oh, darn it! She had felt his hot cum spurting into to her, and moments later he had collapsed and rolled over. Within a minute he was sound asleep. It took a while but she had finally finished herself off with her vibrator. Now, at six in the morning, her pussy was awake and itching for the touch of rock-hard flesh again. She stroked herself a few times and then hurried to the bathroom to pee. Still frustrated, she walked to the back door and opened it. The air was cool and fragrant with the heady scent of sweet peas. Slowly she let her gown fall to her feet and stood framed in the doorway nude, touching herself lightly with eyes closed. The morning sun just topping the trees warmed her belly and life felt good again. "ooohhhh...arrrg!" Suddenly, she had the creepy feeling that somebody was watching her, and her eyes flew open to see him standing there at the back of the lot no more than thirty feet away. His jeans dropped to the ground, revealing his swollen cock and leaving him clothed in nothing but a tight fitting white teeshirt. He kicked his jeans away and fondled his stiff prick as she watched, mesmerized, and then he began masturbating hard, his knees bending and his body sinking with raw lust. He was so rough with his penis that she was alarmed that he would hurt himself. Who was he? Fifty, fifty-one, fifty-two, Gloria counted. He came on seventy-three, spurting his white blobs of jism four or five feet out on to her lawn. He picked up his jeans and began walking toward her. "Who are you," she croaked. "Don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." "Plenty more what?" Then her face flushed crimson as she realized the answer. He was so close now that she could plainly see a drop of his cum glistening at the tip of his erect penis which swayed like a king cobra as he walked. It was time to scram, but he was beside her before she recovered enough to take a single step. One of his hands cupped her pussy and the other curved around her ass. "Have you ever been fucked by a real man?" Her breathing had become labored and try as she might she couldn't say anything. "You have a beautiful body and it is begging for hard cock." She still couldn't speak but her head nodded slightly. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" He had placed one of her hands around his surging cock and she could feel its heat and throbbing pulses, and she knew her cunt was getting slick and wet with desire. He pulled her out of the doorway and on to the freshly mowed grass, and as easy as if he'd been doing it for years he slid his stiff prick into her steaming cunt. At ninety-seven she quit counting and gave every atom of her being over to him. She soared and swooped like an eagle, rolled like a great whale, hung motionless with beating wings like a humming bird and sucked at his mouth like a vulture. "Oh, god, fuck me." she gasped. His cock was like a red hot piston inside of her dripping tunnel, pounding furiously, then stroking ever so slow. Then pushing deep and pausing as if to better taste her sweets, then gobbling like a starved dog. Licking like a contented kitten. Her guts exploded. She came. She came again. She sobbed and sucked mightily for breath like a drowning rat, and came again. And after an eternity she lay back gasping for breath and was only then dimly aware that Mrs. Swain was watching in awe over the back fence. No matter. She whimpered, sobbed, and asked him for more. "Please, don't leave me now. Please, please, come in the house with me." He pulled her up off of the grass and led her to the door. As he stood aside to let her enter, he turned towards Mrs. Swain and put his finger to his lips, "Shooo!" Gloria had heard about studs who could do it all day. Guys who could fuck for an hour, go take a leak and do it again. Not once, but over and over. He was one of those. How lucky can a gal get? "Dear, I don't even know your name." "It's Chris. Christopher G. Black." "How did you...uh...I mean how come you picked my yard to come to?" "You won't believe me so there's no use saying." For the first time he acted nervous. Gloria sensed there was much more to this than appeared and determined to find out. Besides, she didn't want to lose him...didn't want this to be the only time. "Chris," her voice quivered, "You've got to tell me. Please!" "Alright. Your husband hired me. Not to fuck you. He hired me to jackoff to shock you or something. I was supposed to beat my meat and then take off running, but when I saw you naked, well, no way was I leaving without getting a piece of that beautiful ass." "Chris! You're kidding! "My husband hired you.? What are you going to tell him now?" Chris grinned. "Easy, I'll tell him that I jacked off and shocked the heck out of you. But before I do that," he grinned, "I think there's still some hard feelings between us." He stroked his growing cock and pulled her back down on the bed. ============================================== The next chapter gets even more interesting. Feedback is appreciated. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>