Cindy
Cindy shopped on Wednesday afternoons since that was her day off from answering phones and scheduling appointments for Dr. Weiner, a local dentist. The routine was the same every week; gas up the Chrysler, visit her ninety-three year old mother at the assisted living facility for an hour, meet her old friend Jennifer for lunch, then grocery shop before returning home to prepare dinner for her husband Matt. It rarely changed. There were few surprises or variations, and almost none that were pleasant.
One Wednesday stands out among all the others. Not for any of the routine errands, but for the encounter that took place afterwards. It was in the home that Cindy made with her husband of forty-eight years. A home that saw a loving family of five, dwindle to a pair of very bored, unaffectionate septuagenarians that had lost the fire long ago. Matt loved the racetrack more now than Cindy. She, in turn, had no interest in him.
The interest in Cindy came from another source. It came on slow at first, but Ted the deli clerk saw her as a very attractive woman. Not in the glamorous, Hollywood sense. She was not prone to excessive make-up or stylish attire. Nor did she have a centerfold body. Instead, Cindy was a extremely petite girl of roughly five feet, slender figure with small breasts, and topped with red hair cut like a third-grade boy. Ted saw, not the individual parts that alone were plain and unspectacular, but the finished work of adorable elegance. She was very cute, and still turned the occasional head of the more discriminating male shoppers.
The deli was the first stop on Cindy's shopping circuit. Deli, bakery, meat, frozen, with an occasional stop at the pharmacy. But it was always deli first, and Ted was always there to greet her.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?" , was his usual line, delivered with a wink and a grin.
"Hi, sweetie. How are you?", she'd respond almost automatically. And from there the c8onversation usually found it's way to each one complaining about something life dealt them. With Ted it was his ex-wife, and Cindy would bash her marriage to Matt. It was a cathartic bonding experience for both parties.
On this particular day, as Cindy exited the store through the automated door, she heard a familiar voice calling from behind.
"Hey Cindy! What's cookin good lookin'?"
Cindy turned to see Ted the deli clerk walking her way.
"Off for the day, Ted? "
"Praise the Lord!" , he replied with a devilish tone , as he caught up with her.
One Wednesday stands out among all the others. Not for any of the routine errands, but for the encounter that took place afterwards. It was in the home that Cindy made with her husband of forty-eight years. A home that saw a loving family of five, dwindle to a pair of very bored, unaffectionate septuagenarians that had lost the fire long ago. Matt loved the racetrack more now than Cindy. She, in turn, had no interest in him.
The interest in Cindy came from another source. It came on slow at first, but Ted the deli clerk saw her as a very attractive woman. Not in the glamorous, Hollywood sense. She was not prone to excessive make-up or stylish attire. Nor did she have a centerfold body. Instead, Cindy was a extremely petite girl of roughly five feet, slender figure with small breasts, and topped with red hair cut like a third-grade boy. Ted saw, not the individual parts that alone were plain and unspectacular, but the finished work of adorable elegance. She was very cute, and still turned the occasional head of the more discriminating male shoppers.
The deli was the first stop on Cindy's shopping circuit. Deli, bakery, meat, frozen, with an occasional stop at the pharmacy. But it was always deli first, and Ted was always there to greet her.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?" , was his usual line, delivered with a wink and a grin.
"Hi, sweetie. How are you?", she'd respond almost automatically. And from there the c8onversation usually found it's way to each one complaining about something life dealt them. With Ted it was his ex-wife, and Cindy would bash her marriage to Matt. It was a cathartic bonding experience for both parties.
On this particular day, as Cindy exited the store through the automated door, she heard a familiar voice calling from behind.
"Hey Cindy! What's cookin good lookin'?"
Cindy turned to see Ted the deli clerk walking her way.
"Off for the day, Ted? "
"Praise the Lord!" , he replied with a devilish tone , as he caught up with her.
"That store is sucking the life outta me."
Cindy saw a tired man in need of a kind word.
"If it means anything Ted, I, for one, appreciate the job you do. And always with a smile."
"Geez, Cindy. You're the best part of working on Wednesday. I see you and my excitement level triples."
Cindy smiled. "You're too kind."
She and Ted came to a stop at the trunk of the Chrysler.
"Seriously Cindy. I've had a crush on you since we first met. You're an irresistible cutie pie!"
Just for a moment, Cindy allowed herself to believe that Ted was serious, and not just trying to be nice to an old lady. He was, after all, thirty years younger than she, and handsome. He could do better than her, she concluded.
But what the heck.
"Ted, an hour with a man like you, and I'd be happy the rest of my life."
She softened her statement with a little laugh, in case Ted decided that such a thought could only be composed in jest.
As he placed the last bag of groceries in the trunk, Ted spoke. "If you had a twin sister that was single . . .", still unsure where this conversation was leading.
"Don't let my being married stop us from a nice time." She was all-in now. No pretense.
Ted shut the trunk and looked at Cindy. He scanned her from head to toe, and slowly back until their eyes met and locked on each other.
"Cindy. I most certainly have an hour for you."
Certain that they shared the same vision, the two made a plan to meet the following Wednesday. It was a decision that Cindy would revisit more than once during the next seven days. She had only been with one man her whole life. And that was the man she took a vow of faith for. But, he was also why she could connect with Ted. Matt had sucked the life out of her. She was left an emotionless shell years ago. This is how Cindy rationalized her date with infidelity.
Cindy was wearing a pretty white sundress with a pink floral print, and a pair of white sandals, when the doorbell chimed. She suddenly felt like a teenager again. Her heart raced, and her mind traveled back to her first time. She and Matt were both virgins. It was awkward, and a little painful, she recalled. The clumsiness and discomfort would soon disappear, as she learned to love pleasing, as well as being pleased.
She opened the door, where Ted stood in jeans and a tweed sport coat. He was tall, Cindy suddenly realized.
"Come in, Ted". She closed the door and extended her hand.
Ted laughed a little. "It seems a little strange to start this encounter with a handshake. How about . . . "
And with that, he to ok her dainty hand and raised it to his lips.
"Oooo. You're a Fancy Dan, huh?", she laughed.
"I've always noticed how nice your hands are".
"My hands?!", Cindy said.
"Among other things", Ted responded with a sly grin.
Cindy took Ted's coat and laid it over the recliner. Then she took a seat on the edge of the sofa, and patted the cushion next to her, inviting Ted to join her.
"Actually Ted, I'm not sure how this encounter should start. I've never been down this path before".
Ted sat back on the sofa. He took Cindy's hand a gently pulled her near. He put his arm around her, and she put her head on his shoulder.
"I want this to be something special for both of us. Even if we just sit holding hands in front of me television", he said softly in her ear.
She giggled. "I think we can get a bit further along than holding hands".
"Good. I'm really excited to be holding you. You're my number one customer fantasy!"
Cindy giggled again. She glanced down and saw that Ted was, indeed, excited. Very excited. And big. Much bigger than her husband. And the sight of his bulging jeans made her tingle inside. She was feeling amorous for the first time in ten years. And discovering how attracted to Ted she was, suddenly. She wanted him.
Cindy stood up, then took a seat on Ted's lap. As she wiggled into place, she felt Ted's engorged member under her tiny bum. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she leaned in and kissed hin softly, once, twice, then a third time with her lips parted. Her tongue found his, just as his warm hand slipped under her dress and stroked her thigh. Cindy unbuttoned Ted's shirt and reached in to feel his smooth, hard chest. As she slowly rubbed her butt in his lap, she felt him grinding his cock against her. They developed a rhythm as they humped and kissed.
Ted's hand wandered ever further up Cindy's thigh. Her legs were lean and slender. Her skin was soft and warm, with just the slightest amount of sag in some areas. His fingertips gently caressed her, and when he reached the top, he felt her pubic hair rustle beneath a thin layer of cotton. With that, Cindy spread her legs and Ted cupped her crotch. She let out a series of nearly silent moans as he massaged her pussy.
When she could no longer resist, Cindy kissed his lips one more time and jumped to her feet. She reached under her skirt and pulled her underwear down, now slightly wet with her juices. She unbuttoned the sundress and let it fall to the floor. She stood, for the first time in her seventy-plus years, naked before a man other than Matt. Cindy had very little to be bashful about. A small paunch from motherhood, and a faded scar from an appendix removal fifty years ago. She watched Ted's eyes as they covered her small, fair-skinned frame. She was excited being gauked at by him. It was wonderful to be seen as sexually attractive. Her juices continued to flow.
Ted peeled his shirt fully off, kicked off his shoes,, and unbuttoned his pants. He reached out and took Cindy in his arms, her standing, he sitting. His hands roamed over her back, buttocks, and legs, as his mouth licked, kissed, and sucked her breasts and belly.
"I've fantasized about this for years", Ted groaned, as he groped her ass cheeks.
"We're gonna make it all come true today, baby", Cindy purred.
Cindy then dropped to her knees and began to tug on Ted's unbuttoned jeans. Ted lifted his butt off the sofa, and his pants came rolling off in a rush. When they did, Ted's cock sprung out and slammed Cindy in the chin.
Cindy paused for a moment to drink in the magnificent phallus that stood before her. It was bigger than it looked in his pants. It was longer and thicker. "And beautiful! ", she thought. Ted was circumcised, unlike Matt. And much bigger. His balls were tight, where Matt's hung low. He was smoother, too. And, oh! The glorious scent of a clean man.
She was in her glory when Cindy reached out with her tiny hand, and wrapped her slender fingers around Ted's swollen unit. Her digits couldn't make it around him. When she opened her mouth to take him in, she thought of a plum, as the head was so huge. And it had a pulse. She could feel it throb as she bobbed on it furiously. She took his whole dick in her mouth, just to prove she could do it. For good measure, she licked his nuts as she deep-throated him. She was having fun giving a blowjob for the first time. There was nobody grabbing her head, or jamming a cock down her gullet. She was in control, and loving it.
Ted was spread-eagle on the sofa, arms out, and Cindy between his legs, when he reached down and slowly pulled her to her feet. He brought her close and whispered, "I need to taste you". Ted then stretched lengthwise on the sofa and said, "Sit on my face, good lookin'".
Cindy straddled Ted's head, in a sixty-nine position. She lowered herself onto his mouth, and immediately felt a rush of sexual adrenaline surge to her vagina as he lightly licked her clitoris, before plunging his tongue deep into her. He rubbed his face vigorously, and kissed softly. He licked the wrinkled skin inside her thighs, and buried his nose in her butt. He certainly wasn't shy about exploring every inch of Cindy's nether regions, and savoring this excellent vintage of feminine nectar.
"You taste so fucking sweet!", Ted grunted as he burrowed in.
Cindy had never had such a wonderful oral experience. Matt never really liked the act, and stopped altogether when Cindy was forty. She missed it dearly, and was making up for lost time now. Ted was great at eating pussy, and enjoyed it immensely. He alternated between licking and kissing. Lightly and firmly. His tongue made the occasional dip into her hole Her juices flowed like never before, as she ground her crotch into his face. One orgasm after another.
Just when Cindy thought her pussy would explode, Ted wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Cindy's little bum closer. He gave each cheek a long, loud smooch, then drove his tongue into Cindy's asshole. She lunged forward, thinking Ted had simply missed a dive into her muff. But Ted persisted, as he again pulled her ass to his face and began to lick her ass crack from top to bottom.
Cindy had heard of this. "Rimming" wasn't a thing back in her day, and certainly not something Matt would do. But, here she was , Ted the deli clerks face in her ass, eating her sphincter like it was a virgins pussy. And she was loving it. It felt pleasing to the body to have a warm, wet tongue reaching a place heretofore untouched in this way. It was exhilarating to the soul to be trying something new. "Where had this been all my life?", she thought. His oral worship continued. "Yes Ted!"
She grabbed his cock and swallowed every inch, her saliva lubricating her tiny fist as she pumped like a machine. She could feel his tongue digging deeper into her asshole. She wanted him in her, and he so wanted to be there.
Ted pulled away from his work long enough to tell his senior citizen lover to turn around and climb onto his hard tool. Cindy complied, making the transition with the skill of an Olympic gymnast. Once straddling his waist, she grabbed his cock and rubbed the head on her moist lips triggering a sudden flood of moisture, before sliding herself down the pole, and letting out a wail of satisfaction. She had never felt so completely filled as when she came to rest on Ted's hilt. His hands reached up and gently rubbed her breasts, her nipples hardened by the touch. She lifted herself up, then thrust him deeper, as she rocked to and fro, slowly at first. Then furiously, as if she were pumping new life into her old twat.
Ted was doing serious work as well. He was living a dream with this seventy-two year old woman, and wanted it to last. He tried to control the pace holding Cindy's hips. But she was uncontrollable as she hammered away on his pelvis. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, letting out a primal grunt with every landing. He looked up at the pixie from a bygone age as she worked her magic once again.
The two lovers drove each other hard, and Cindy was not only holding her own, but giving Ted quite a run for his money. A man thirty years younger than she, was laying some serious pipe, and she handled every bit like a seasoned pro. She had suffered for years without the touch of a man. Today, grandma was a party girl, getting as much as she could want.
Ted was still pushing his giant penis into the warm, moist pussy of his fantasy senior, when she leaned in to kiss him passionately. Her tongue wrestled with his, as he stretched the little old lady's tiny hole. Cindy was in a sexual trance, mindlessly kissing and licking any part of Ted's face she could reach. Her vagina was in heaven.
Ted had a firm hold on Cindy's soft ass cheeks as he continued to slide his rod in and out of her wet cunt. His slow pace began to quicken, and her low moans became forceful grunts in sync with the thrust of Ted's hips.
Cindy saw a tired man in need of a kind word.
"If it means anything Ted, I, for one, appreciate the job you do. And always with a smile."
"Geez, Cindy. You're the best part of working on Wednesday. I see you and my excitement level triples."
Cindy smiled. "You're too kind."
She and Ted came to a stop at the trunk of the Chrysler.
"Seriously Cindy. I've had a crush on you since we first met. You're an irresistible cutie pie!"
Just for a moment, Cindy allowed herself to believe that Ted was serious, and not just trying to be nice to an old lady. He was, after all, thirty years younger than she, and handsome. He could do better than her, she concluded.
But what the heck.
"Ted, an hour with a man like you, and I'd be happy the rest of my life."
She softened her statement with a little laugh, in case Ted decided that such a thought could only be composed in jest.
As he placed the last bag of groceries in the trunk, Ted spoke. "If you had a twin sister that was single . . .", still unsure where this conversation was leading.
"Don't let my being married stop us from a nice time." She was all-in now. No pretense.
Ted shut the trunk and looked at Cindy. He scanned her from head to toe, and slowly back until their eyes met and locked on each other.
"Cindy. I most certainly have an hour for you."
Certain that they shared the same vision, the two made a plan to meet the following Wednesday. It was a decision that Cindy would revisit more than once during the next seven days. She had only been with one man her whole life. And that was the man she took a vow of faith for. But, he was also why she could connect with Ted. Matt had sucked the life out of her. She was left an emotionless shell years ago. This is how Cindy rationalized her date with infidelity.
Cindy was wearing a pretty white sundress with a pink floral print, and a pair of white sandals, when the doorbell chimed. She suddenly felt like a teenager again. Her heart raced, and her mind traveled back to her first time. She and Matt were both virgins. It was awkward, and a little painful, she recalled. The clumsiness and discomfort would soon disappear, as she learned to love pleasing, as well as being pleased.
She opened the door, where Ted stood in jeans and a tweed sport coat. He was tall, Cindy suddenly realized.
"Come in, Ted". She closed the door and extended her hand.
Ted laughed a little. "It seems a little strange to start this encounter with a handshake. How about . . . "
And with that, he to ok her dainty hand and raised it to his lips.
"Oooo. You're a Fancy Dan, huh?", she laughed.
"I've always noticed how nice your hands are".
"My hands?!", Cindy said.
"Among other things", Ted responded with a sly grin.
Cindy took Ted's coat and laid it over the recliner. Then she took a seat on the edge of the sofa, and patted the cushion next to her, inviting Ted to join her.
"Actually Ted, I'm not sure how this encounter should start. I've never been down this path before".
Ted sat back on the sofa. He took Cindy's hand a gently pulled her near. He put his arm around her, and she put her head on his shoulder.
"I want this to be something special for both of us. Even if we just sit holding hands in front of me television", he said softly in her ear.
She giggled. "I think we can get a bit further along than holding hands".
"Good. I'm really excited to be holding you. You're my number one customer fantasy!"
Cindy giggled again. She glanced down and saw that Ted was, indeed, excited. Very excited. And big. Much bigger than her husband. And the sight of his bulging jeans made her tingle inside. She was feeling amorous for the first time in ten years. And discovering how attracted to Ted she was, suddenly. She wanted him.
Cindy stood up, then took a seat on Ted's lap. As she wiggled into place, she felt Ted's engorged member under her tiny bum. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she leaned in and kissed hin softly, once, twice, then a third time with her lips parted. Her tongue found his, just as his warm hand slipped under her dress and stroked her thigh. Cindy unbuttoned Ted's shirt and reached in to feel his smooth, hard chest. As she slowly rubbed her butt in his lap, she felt him grinding his cock against her. They developed a rhythm as they humped and kissed.
Ted's hand wandered ever further up Cindy's thigh. Her legs were lean and slender. Her skin was soft and warm, with just the slightest amount of sag in some areas. His fingertips gently caressed her, and when he reached the top, he felt her pubic hair rustle beneath a thin layer of cotton. With that, Cindy spread her legs and Ted cupped her crotch. She let out a series of nearly silent moans as he massaged her pussy.
When she could no longer resist, Cindy kissed his lips one more time and jumped to her feet. She reached under her skirt and pulled her underwear down, now slightly wet with her juices. She unbuttoned the sundress and let it fall to the floor. She stood, for the first time in her seventy-plus years, naked before a man other than Matt. Cindy had very little to be bashful about. A small paunch from motherhood, and a faded scar from an appendix removal fifty years ago. She watched Ted's eyes as they covered her small, fair-skinned frame. She was excited being gauked at by him. It was wonderful to be seen as sexually attractive. Her juices continued to flow.
Ted peeled his shirt fully off, kicked off his shoes,, and unbuttoned his pants. He reached out and took Cindy in his arms, her standing, he sitting. His hands roamed over her back, buttocks, and legs, as his mouth licked, kissed, and sucked her breasts and belly.
"I've fantasized about this for years", Ted groaned, as he groped her ass cheeks.
"We're gonna make it all come true today, baby", Cindy purred.
Cindy then dropped to her knees and began to tug on Ted's unbuttoned jeans. Ted lifted his butt off the sofa, and his pants came rolling off in a rush. When they did, Ted's cock sprung out and slammed Cindy in the chin.
Cindy paused for a moment to drink in the magnificent phallus that stood before her. It was bigger than it looked in his pants. It was longer and thicker. "And beautiful! ", she thought. Ted was circumcised, unlike Matt. And much bigger. His balls were tight, where Matt's hung low. He was smoother, too. And, oh! The glorious scent of a clean man.
She was in her glory when Cindy reached out with her tiny hand, and wrapped her slender fingers around Ted's swollen unit. Her digits couldn't make it around him. When she opened her mouth to take him in, she thought of a plum, as the head was so huge. And it had a pulse. She could feel it throb as she bobbed on it furiously. She took his whole dick in her mouth, just to prove she could do it. For good measure, she licked his nuts as she deep-throated him. She was having fun giving a blowjob for the first time. There was nobody grabbing her head, or jamming a cock down her gullet. She was in control, and loving it.
Ted was spread-eagle on the sofa, arms out, and Cindy between his legs, when he reached down and slowly pulled her to her feet. He brought her close and whispered, "I need to taste you". Ted then stretched lengthwise on the sofa and said, "Sit on my face, good lookin'".
Cindy straddled Ted's head, in a sixty-nine position. She lowered herself onto his mouth, and immediately felt a rush of sexual adrenaline surge to her vagina as he lightly licked her clitoris, before plunging his tongue deep into her. He rubbed his face vigorously, and kissed softly. He licked the wrinkled skin inside her thighs, and buried his nose in her butt. He certainly wasn't shy about exploring every inch of Cindy's nether regions, and savoring this excellent vintage of feminine nectar.
"You taste so fucking sweet!", Ted grunted as he burrowed in.
Cindy had never had such a wonderful oral experience. Matt never really liked the act, and stopped altogether when Cindy was forty. She missed it dearly, and was making up for lost time now. Ted was great at eating pussy, and enjoyed it immensely. He alternated between licking and kissing. Lightly and firmly. His tongue made the occasional dip into her hole Her juices flowed like never before, as she ground her crotch into his face. One orgasm after another.
Just when Cindy thought her pussy would explode, Ted wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Cindy's little bum closer. He gave each cheek a long, loud smooch, then drove his tongue into Cindy's asshole. She lunged forward, thinking Ted had simply missed a dive into her muff. But Ted persisted, as he again pulled her ass to his face and began to lick her ass crack from top to bottom.
Cindy had heard of this. "Rimming" wasn't a thing back in her day, and certainly not something Matt would do. But, here she was , Ted the deli clerks face in her ass, eating her sphincter like it was a virgins pussy. And she was loving it. It felt pleasing to the body to have a warm, wet tongue reaching a place heretofore untouched in this way. It was exhilarating to the soul to be trying something new. "Where had this been all my life?", she thought. His oral worship continued. "Yes Ted!"
She grabbed his cock and swallowed every inch, her saliva lubricating her tiny fist as she pumped like a machine. She could feel his tongue digging deeper into her asshole. She wanted him in her, and he so wanted to be there.
Ted pulled away from his work long enough to tell his senior citizen lover to turn around and climb onto his hard tool. Cindy complied, making the transition with the skill of an Olympic gymnast. Once straddling his waist, she grabbed his cock and rubbed the head on her moist lips triggering a sudden flood of moisture, before sliding herself down the pole, and letting out a wail of satisfaction. She had never felt so completely filled as when she came to rest on Ted's hilt. His hands reached up and gently rubbed her breasts, her nipples hardened by the touch. She lifted herself up, then thrust him deeper, as she rocked to and fro, slowly at first. Then furiously, as if she were pumping new life into her old twat.
Ted was doing serious work as well. He was living a dream with this seventy-two year old woman, and wanted it to last. He tried to control the pace holding Cindy's hips. But she was uncontrollable as she hammered away on his pelvis. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, letting out a primal grunt with every landing. He looked up at the pixie from a bygone age as she worked her magic once again.
The two lovers drove each other hard, and Cindy was not only holding her own, but giving Ted quite a run for his money. A man thirty years younger than she, was laying some serious pipe, and she handled every bit like a seasoned pro. She had suffered for years without the touch of a man. Today, grandma was a party girl, getting as much as she could want.
Ted was still pushing his giant penis into the warm, moist pussy of his fantasy senior, when she leaned in to kiss him passionately. Her tongue wrestled with his, as he stretched the little old lady's tiny hole. Cindy was in a sexual trance, mindlessly kissing and licking any part of Ted's face she could reach. Her vagina was in heaven.
Ted had a firm hold on Cindy's soft ass cheeks as he continued to slide his rod in and out of her wet cunt. His slow pace began to quicken, and her low moans became forceful grunts in sync with the thrust of Ted's hips.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" , she chanted softly.
Ted was moving like piston, driving every inch of his manhood deep into Cindy. She continued to chant. As a moan erupted from his throat, Ted's rapid pace stopped on a dime. He pulled the old lady close, then began a series of slow, hard humps that delivered a massive load of his seed to her barron womb. Each deliberate plunge spewed another shot of warm semen into Cindy's overflowing vulva.
His last shot fired, Ted relaxed, but not the old woman. Cindy kept on chanting, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me".
With each squat onto Ted's receding hardon, more of his warm sperm gushed out of Cindy's aching gash. Finally, she climbed off her lover and ran three fingers across her labia, scooping up a generous serving of hot cum, which she quickly slurped from her hand. Then she dropped to her knees, and began to lick and suck the same cum from Ted's limp dick and balls. She never really cared for Matt's loads. But today she was a cum slut. A cock whore. And a very happy woman.
When she was sure she had gotten the last drops of Ted's emission, Cindy climbed back up onto her young hunk and curled up on his chest. As he wrapped his arms around her he drew in the sweet floral fragrance of Cindy's red pixie hair. She lightly traced circles around his left njpple with her small right index finger, and silently prayed to relive this afternoon again, and again.
Ted was moving like piston, driving every inch of his manhood deep into Cindy. She continued to chant. As a moan erupted from his throat, Ted's rapid pace stopped on a dime. He pulled the old lady close, then began a series of slow, hard humps that delivered a massive load of his seed to her barron womb. Each deliberate plunge spewed another shot of warm semen into Cindy's overflowing vulva.
His last shot fired, Ted relaxed, but not the old woman. Cindy kept on chanting, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me".
With each squat onto Ted's receding hardon, more of his warm sperm gushed out of Cindy's aching gash. Finally, she climbed off her lover and ran three fingers across her labia, scooping up a generous serving of hot cum, which she quickly slurped from her hand. Then she dropped to her knees, and began to lick and suck the same cum from Ted's limp dick and balls. She never really cared for Matt's loads. But today she was a cum slut. A cock whore. And a very happy woman.
When she was sure she had gotten the last drops of Ted's emission, Cindy climbed back up onto her young hunk and curled up on his chest. As he wrapped his arms around her he drew in the sweet floral fragrance of Cindy's red pixie hair. She lightly traced circles around his left njpple with her small right index finger, and silently prayed to relive this afternoon again, and again.
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