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Each time I have been there Mrs. Taylor has been very attentive, treating me strangely and remarking often on my appearance. The third time I was at her house we were having dinner. Mrs. Taylor commented, “Julie tells me that you have an unusual family tree, Kita". So we talked about my mixed heritage (one great-grandmother from Taiwan and another from Somalia as well as Turk, English, Russian and American ancestors). Then later, she touched me on the arm and looked at me longingly, "You have the most beautiful skin I have ever seen. Did you get it from one of your exotic ancestors?” As dinner went on she would reach over and pat my arm or touch my skin, all in all like I was a child her daughter’s age, or stroke my neck or face in some other way continually commenting how beautiful it was and how much she liked it.
We finished eating. Julie and I were about to go to the gym. Mrs. Taylor walked us to the door with her hand touching me in a friendly, escorting manner. She became a little bolder and placed her open palm on my midriff as my blouse raised when putting on my jacket. “I am sorry”, she whispered nervously, stammering an apology, “I was afraid you’d leave a-a-and I, well… I j-just wanted to see if that skin of yours is as soft as it looks… I-I-I mean s-somewhere else… somewhere that doesn’t show… y-you understand?” Mrs. Taylor was flushed in embarrassment. Julie seemed to be busy looking for something in the back of the closet, so, nonchalantly; I brazenly fondled Mrs.
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Taylor’s huge breasts, amusing myself. I took my time feeling her up, hefting her giant bosom and squeezing the flesh in my hands. Mrs. Taylor was taken completely by surprise. She opened her mouth to speak once or twice but ended by simply standing there allowing me to play with her as I wished. She stood silently for perhaps the longest 18 seconds of her life, flushed all over her neck and face. Until then, I had not realized the difference in our size (she 5’10” and 150 lbs, me under 5’ and 92lbs). I smiled up at her, “thank you for a delicious dinner, Mrs. Taylor. ” As a parting gesture I grasped and pinched a swollen nipple hard, holding it until she yelped and pulled away. Julie turned to us donning the coat she wanted and I walked out the front door as she kissed her mom goodbye.
A week later, when I knew Julie was in Houston visiting her father I went to her house. I knocked and heard a vacuum, so I knocked again more loudly. As the vacuum motor sound wound down I heard steps approaching the door. Mrs.
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Taylor swung the door back, wiping her hands on a towel. She was wearing a pair of thin white cotton shorts and a knit top. She said hello and while explaining what I already knew, about the reason for Julie’s absence, Mrs. Taylor took in my short wraparound skirt and open necked blouse. “Oh, that’s right, I forgot”, I said, disappointedly, looking at the department store bag of clothes I had draped over my arm. My face brightening as if just thinking of it, I asked, “well, since Julie is not here, perhaps you can give me your opinion? Help me pick something appropriate for my coloration, age and things. ” After a few seconds I could see the wheels turning in her head. “Come in, Kita. Have a cup of coffee and show me what you’ve got. ” Mrs. Taylor’s color was beginning to redden. She was nervous and becoming excited from the realization of what might happen. I had brought some nice little outfits with me suitable for work or school… and some which were not, an assortment of sexy skirts and blouses, a few bras and panties, all for me. I had something for her to wear too, a hard, pointed, 50s style bra with a two inch hole for her nipples cut out… and another surprise. As we walked back to their den I was unbuttoning my blouse.
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Mrs. Taylor followed as I talked to her about nothing. . . girl talk as if she were my own or her daughter's age. She was 38 and had three children but was a very handsome mature woman with a full fleshy bottom that filled her modest white shorts. My blouse was a white three-button thing of shiny satin. The bra was a half bra, a so-called demibra that cupped my firm 32 Cs up for inspection and all but allowed my breasts to loll out over the top of the half cups. As I turned to ask where I might spread the clothes I pulled the blouse off of one shoulder. Mrs. Taylor gasped and turned a deeper red than before. She stared at my breasts and said nothing so I continued the show. "Mrs. Taylor, you almost make me embarrassed. I am afraid, though”, stripping my blouse down my arms, “that I am a very free spirit".
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Mrs. Taylor only licked her lips, unable to take her eyes from my breasts. Turning to the clothes I held up another top and handed it to her. When she took the hangar from me I reached behind my back and unsnapped the bra. As if the most natural thing in the world, as I slid the straps down my arms I wiggled my shoulders, jiggling my titties. Giggling at Mrs. Taylor’s open mouthed expression I explained, “even a tiny bra feels confining” letting her look all she wanted but forcing her to say something. “But they are sexy, don’t you think", I waited while holding up the bra I had just removed. Finally, as if coming back from a dream she muttered, “y-yes, they are confining… Kita… but sexy. ”Laughing teasingly at her I put an arm through the second blouse as she held it up for me, a lavender-colored silk that fitted my curves like skin. "This one should be worn braless, I think. It sure feels good on my nipples. . . see?” I held her palm over one of my breasts to show her how my nipples hardened.
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“This material really makes them stand up”, I smiled up at her, wiggled and squealed under her touch as if the tingling in my nipples was too much to bear. Doing a high leg kick and acting as if I had pom-poms, I mimed a short cheer, " this would be a good top for the cheerleading squad!” My high firm breasts swayed and jiggled under the top as I made the subdued motions of a cheer. Mrs. Taylor was licking her dry lips, still unable to speak. "Lets look for a matching skirt, Mrs. Taylor, how about this one?" I held up a micro-mini that she took from my hands. “This should take their eyes away from my nipples, don’t you think?” I unwrapped my skirt and let it slide to my down my legs to the floor. Again I mimicked the choreographed movements of a cheerleader, sans skirt, with an exaggerated sexiness that would take eyes from any game the boys played! I ended by sliding to the floor in a split that pulled my white bikini panties tight across my pussy, outlining my fat little hairless majora and slit perfectly. While on the floor my legs spread wide, I was at eye-level with Mrs. Taylor’s white shorts. Her big woman’s pussy lips were split and spread over the seam of her thin denim shorts, wetting them through, showing her arousal plainly. Letting out a “yow” as I sat there, I grabbed at my neck and remarked while rubbing it, “I’m not in the shape I used to be. ” If there had been any pain I would have forgotten it when Mrs. Taylor knelt beside me. Her hands flew to my neck to massage, exclaiming in real concern, “Oh, Kita! Are you all right?” I relaxed as I felt Mrs.
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Taylor’s hands squeezing the tenseness from my muscles. I stayed on the floor for a few minutes while she massaged my neck. Her hands roamed over my shoulders and neck, seemingly enjoying the contact as much as I did. Kneeling beside me while I was in a split position she was much closer than she had been. I became aware of Mrs. Taylor’s shallow breath close to my neck and her breasts against my back.
She whispered close to my ear, her voice quivering a little, “Pretty Kita, you can’t imagine what your beautiful skin and body do to me. ” I simply smiled back and up at her, encouraging her to continue what she was doing. “Your hands really feel nice, Mrs. Taylor. ”When she began to work on my back I slid up to perch sideways on the edge of the sofa so as to let her massage more easily. Her face was even with my neck now. Once in a while I could feel her lips pressing against the skin behind my ear or her tongue sliding lightly along the base of my neck, her hot breath clinging, revving my libido. She seemed to be in a dream state as I could make out some of what her breathy words were saying, “God, Kita, you are so beautiful, my fingers ache to touch you. My lips hunger… thrilled….
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savoring… Oh God! Sweet Baby…. Skin so sweet…. Need… hunger…” I writhed under her touch. My body responding to words I had never heard. Quickly stripping the top over my head, I turned about to face her. Her face close to mine, she leaned forward and kissed my neck. Soon she was sucking all up and down my neck, caressing my ears and hairline with her mouth. I looked at her hotly and lay back on the sofa. My eyes closed and my legs opened of their own volition. "Your hands feel so good, Mrs. Taylor, please do me some more. " the firm, pink-tips of my beautiful young breasts wrinkled and hardened in front of her eyes, my nipples twin kernels of hard candy. Her cool hands started once again at my neck. I was writhing in need. I grasped her wrists without opening my eyes and moved her hands onto my breasts.
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She began to breathe more deeply as she kneaded my meaty mounds. In a few minutes she began to pinch my nipples hard and her hands roamed lower onto my stomach. Surprising me with her sudden boldness, Mrs. Taylor leaned over me. Her lips grazed mine and her tongue traced all around my mouth as she whispered, “you are so beautiful”. She was trembling uncontrollably as she kissed me as softly as she could. She moved as if to rise from her knees. I stopped her. She waited uncertainly. "Stay on the floor, Mrs. Taylor, between my legs. " To make sure she understood my meaning, the fingers of my right hand toyed with her lips and fondled her face while the fingers of my other hand trailed over the swelling outlined bulge in my panties. Her lips were pliant, her mouth accepting. As I finger-fucked her mouth she sucked at my fingers and laved my hands with her tongue. I directed her mouth onto my tummy just above my panties.
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She exhaled loudly and began whispering her love in a prayerful tone as she feasted on my stomach below my navel. I began writhing my hips. I was in heaven. She was perfect to suck me off. Her mouth opened wide and covered my wet little mounded slit, blowing hot air all over within my panties, surrounding my pussy. I ground my hips, driving my pantied mound into her mouth. I watched her face, shivering in fulfilled happiness as she sucked and trailed her tongue up and down my slit. When my pussy puckered open a fraction her tongue grazed my clit. I exploded in a three-throb climax that froze me like an electric current. Hearing her voice from somewhere in outer space I realized she was saying, "I need to see you, Honey. Please, Baby, let Mama see you?" Raising my hips she slid my panties down. The tiny wisp of satin slid past the hollows of my hips. I could see the chills march along her arms and back as my completely lasered-bald pussy was revealed. Cooing and whispering, she whispered and worshiped my baby-smooth cushiony little pussy. She spoke to it! God! This was great! Her lips and tongue grazed a slow path down the hollow inside each hip.
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I touched her lips with my fingers and pushed her mouth down to where my slit was oozy, gooey, soaked, swollen and drippy. “Right there… do me right there” Her tongue splayed out to lap at the bottom of my soft pussy, pressing the pink cushiony flesh apart so the juice simply ran onto her cupped tongue. She tipped he head back a bit to savor my fluids and as she looked at me she said, “Kita you are delicious” and some of my own pussy juice leaked from her mouth to drip back onto my quivering pussy flesh. "Kiss my pussy, Mrs. Taylor. . . softly. Love my pussy. Suck my clitty. Eat me, Mrs. Taylor. Make me cum forever! As I spoke, out of my mind with lust, this grown woman sucked at and savored my most private flesh. She worshiped the fat mound as she shook like a leaf. Her eyes and lips jerked with tics of nervousness as I let her suck me.
Soon I grasped her hair and began revolving my hips against her face. She slurped and gobbled at my cunt, “Yes, Baby. Cum for Mama. I need you to cum, Kita. Tell me what to do for you… anything at all. Mama loves her Kita. Sweet Baby pussy. Yessss, harder, Baby. Get what you need. Fuck my mouth, Precious. Make me do what you want. Make me be nasty for you. Cum in my mouth, Kita. I need you to cum, Baby. I am gonna cry, Baby….
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Fuck my suck pussy mouth, Kita. Harder! Make me do it. Fuck suck Baby cum…. She devolved into a slavering meaningless primitive sucking moaning whine as she ate me. The look of sheer subservient joy on her face was wonderful. I rolled over onto my tummy and she didn’t hesitate but splayed her tongue flatly and wiped it up my ass crack, lapping at it over and over. . . dragging it from my swollen open pussy up past my little wrinkled pucker. I grasped my butt cheeks and yanked myself open wide… again I yanked at my tender pink cheeks, spreading my ass for her tongue as far as possible. She bored deeply with her tongue. . . drilling and twisting it up into my rectum. She wanted my pussy again and was about to turn me over when I stopped her.
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"I have something for you to wear. " I stood and opened a shoebox. Handing it to her I said, "Go, put it on. " As she walked to the bathroom I hurriedly opened her surprise, a special double dildo. Inserting the smaller 6” end that fit up me securely, I strapped the flesh-colored belts around my thighs and waist. The exposed part was a slim 11" of the most beautiful life-like shape and caramel color with prominent veins; it was 6” around at the base but slimmed and curved gracefully to end in a plum-like glans that was so life-like it seemed to pulse with life and was so beautiful it must have come from Apollo himself. It stood up when I sat and spread my knees leaving no doubt as to what she was to do with it. Mrs. Taylor came back into the room slowly, with her hands covering the cut out holes in the bra. I was stroking the strap-on with my hands, trying to imagine what a man must feel when masturbating. The downward stroke caused the inserted dick to rub against my G-spot and make me feel full. She froze when she saw me, a 5' girl with full C cups and a beautiful huge cock standing at attention. "Why are you still wearing your shorts, Mrs. Taylor? Take them off", I ordered! She was slow to uncover her breasts (huge dark nipples and areoles sticking through the cut-outs) so I rose from the sofa and unbuckled the fabric belt that still held her white shorts and yanked it through the loops. Menacing her, I slapped my open palm with the belt as I walked around her.
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“Take them down”, I ordered! I slapped her legs with the belt.
"Ouch!" she cried out, still smiling good-naturedly. I knew it had stung smartly so I swung it again to wipe the smile off of her face. A devil was in my eyes as I ordered her to remove the shorts "NOW" and swung the belt harder across her thighs. "Show me your tits! Move you hands and get those shorts DOWN. . . STRIP!" I continued to whip her legs impatiently as she struggled to shove the tight white denim off of her full hips and big ass. My adopted stiff cock wiggled and swayed as I stung her legs with the belt. . . just on the edge of abuse. Once her white shorts were kicked off of her ankles she stood there as if unable to decide what to do.
I helped her by grasping her nipples, jutting out of that Jayne Mansfield style brassiere and pulled as much of her breast flesh through the holes as possible. I twisted and stretched those 38-DDs maliciously, pinching them hard.
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She bit her bottom lip and blinked a few tears from her eyes that rolled down her cheeks. I leaned toward her and savored her salty tears by kissing her trembling confused mouth. As we stood there together her breasts pointed over my shoulders and my nipples dragged across her stomach.
My cupped hand found and covered her huge bulging pussy mound. I slid a finger along between the full pantied slices, parting her big swollen labia, stretching her panties up into her. Her eyes closed and her lips began quivering again. Her knees shook when my fingers pulled the silk aside and assaulted her clitty. I circled it and pulled at the generous flesh of her vulva until she was soppy wet. Stepping to her side I straddled her leg and kept circling the huge clitty that emerged from its fleshy hood with one hand and caressed between her big fine ass cheeks with the other. I kissed down her body and licked at a huge nipple sticking through the bra. I yanked her panties down to her thighs. Her whole body was trembling as I made her spread her legs for me as I worked her to feverishness, her hips beginning to hump against my fingers involuntarily. Pulling her with me, unresisting, to the sofa, I left her standing when I sat and began stroking my beautiful new cock. Her eyes opened slowly. She glanced down at what I was doing to my cock when she realized I was no longer massaging her cunt.
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I didn’t even look up when I ordered in a soft voice, "Kneel and suck my cock, Mrs. Taylor. " It was so firm and beautiful. . . she stared at it as if not believing her ears. I looked up at her surprised eyes as if explaining to a slow child "Take my dick in your mouth and suck it like a whore. I mean it! Get on your knees. ” I reached out and slapped her right across the exposed nipples with the belt. WHAP-WHAP! It spoke as it struck each tender breast. She gasped from the pain, “Kita, please, I never have. . . " “On your knees! Suck cock! Make me cum!”, I insisted firmly. I whipped her across the tits with the cloth belt again when she hesitated.
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She jumped like she was shot! She grasped the abused stinging nipples and sank to her knees, whimpering. "Now, suck like a whore. Make sounds for me. You love it, don't you, Mrs. Taylor?" "Y-yes, Kita", Mrs. Taylor’s tear-stained cheeks neared my stiff cock. "Open your mouth and suck me off like a man, my hand with the belt tugged at her chin and the other simply pointed at my cock. I put my hand behind her head and urged her downward. Arching my hips upward I shoved half of the lifelike cock into her mouth, groaning, "Ooooh Baby that feels so good. Suck wetly, Mrs. Taylor. Nurse it softly, Baby. . . .
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show me you love it. Make it cum, Mrs. Taylor!"
The bitch began to bob her head for me. She was in a world that admitted of no doubt. Sex was real. Her submission was real and she needed to give her all. I watched her mouth stretch over that hard flesh-colored dick and was in my own smug heaven. I fucked her mouth silly for half an hour. She cooed and groaned as I made appreciative noises. . . soon able to slide my whole cock in and out of her mouth deeply with no trouble. With just a little encouragement she would accept that big shaft down her throat without breathing for over a minute at a time. My foot and toes toyed with her cunt between her legs. My fingers pinched and twisted and pulled at her nipples, testing her tolerance to nipple torture.
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She just whined and worked harder on my cock as if to please me. I was beginning to feel the effects of the motion. Nearing orgasm again I stood and bent my knees. Muttering obscenely, commanding her to open her throat for my sperm I approached climax, "Eat it whore! Suck cum, Baby! Take all of Kita's big cock! Swallow it all, Baby!” I screamed out her name as I wrapped her hair around my fists and pounded that cock down her throat. “SUCK! ME! MRS! TAYLOR! SUCK! ME! SUCK! ME! SUCK ME! In time with my hips driving my cock down her throat. She gave me everything. She grasped at my hips and pulled my dick all the way into her throat, the base mashing against her lips, as my orgasm rocked me. My ass cheeks and my thighs quivered as my loins thrilled with joyful pleasure. When my hips drove the cock against its base the half-pint of butterscotch-cream it was filled with began squirting into her mouth. With several violent drives forward I milked every last spasm of my orgasm and force-fed her my sweet cream sperm. I could hear her swallowing with each deep drive down her throat. It spewed directly down her throat. It sprayed into her mouth. It ran down her chin onto her bra and tits. Collapsing backward onto the sofa, Mrs.
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Taylor followed me, still nursing at my shiny, spit-covered cock. I manually squeezed the final streams of the delicious cum for her. She squirmed and bobbed her head as if it could make more for her. As I caught my breath she still licked at the creamy jizz that had run down the shaft, mixing with my real girl cum that had oozed out around the base next to my pussy. I slipped her panties on down her legs. She no longer hesitated at my actions but extended her legs back one at a time for me to extract her feet from the big silk panties. I stepped around her and she lowered her head onto the sofa. She raised her ass in the air as I stroked the fleshy cheeks of her big ass.
Prying those full globes apart I placed the big tip against her fleshy swollen majora and hesitated… considering her reddish-brown puckering asshole as she whined. My nailed fingertip scratched at the small rear hole and I was surprised to feel her push backwards as if in invitation to probe it further. After just a few seconds my hips shoved forward all at once. I pushed the shaft of my cock up her from behind, splitting leaf-like minora with my bulbous glans. Just a soft push and Mrs. Taylor’s body convulsed in the most powerful orgasm I have ever seen. I held on as she thrashed about on the sofa screaming for all the world like a woman on fire! I drove my cock into her with all of the strength in my small body.
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Her pussy sucked. . . I swear, SUCKED at my cock, needing more dick. I gave it to her with all of my strength for an hour. She screamed out obscenities I had never heard pass her lips. She begged to be fucked hard! She made promises of servitude. She moaned and called me her “Sweet Baby. ” ”Fuck me hard Sweet Baby. Hurt Mama with your big dick. Give it to me, Baby… go on fuck me hard with all that cock!” I fucked that huge dick up her cunt as if trying to drive it into her throat again from behind… even the huge base was fucked into her big cunt right to the bottom.
The sofa was soaked and the floor was wet with perspiration for several feet around us. We both looked like we had been swimming when she could move no more. Lying on top of her bent over form, resting for a while, I finally found the energy to withdraw that dick from her pussy. I couldn’t help simply teasing her little red puckered asshole.
She moaned a little as I unceremoniously stuck my finger up her ass its entire length. Her sphincter pulsed and grabbed at my finger but her body didn't move. I was too tired to enjoy it anyway so I dressed, boxed up the dildo and stuffed the clothing into my purse. Slipping out the door I walked to the car on wobbly legs and drove home.
It was a week to the day before her daughter called me to say, “Mom wants you to come over tonight for dinner. ” “Great, Julie, what’s on the menu” I asked? Julie replied, “how should I know. I am back at Daddy’s this weekend. ”
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