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A Kinky New Beginning

Friday, February 25, 2011

Mrs. Crane's Fountain of Youth 4

CHAPTER FOUR                  Horny Naked Chef

Shirley had planned to put in some work in her garden at the weekend, and she had stopped over at the mall to pick up a few things for the job. As she drove back to her place her cell phone rang. From the assigned tone she knew it was Jamal. She felt a sliver of wet heat rise in her loins as she clicked on her hands free button to take the call. “Oh sweetie that’s great news, I’ll see you at 6p.m. then,” she said at the end of their phone conversation.
Jamal’s aunt had travelled that afternoon out of state for yet another evangelical convention, and he just told her he could spend the night at her place from that Friday evening through Saturday night. Shirley was so excited she giggled like a naughty school girl. She had asked him to stay the night a few times but he had always declined, and now he was going to do it. She happily hummed a tune as she weaved through the traffic on her way home. She couldn’t wait to get home and start making dinner for her young lover.
As she unlocked her front door, her phone beeped alerting her to an incoming test message. Once he was inside, and free of her shopping bags, she read the new message.
“Hey Sexy, remember, naked chef… apron and heels only allowed. Mwah!”
Shirley smiled as she re read the message a second time; they had discussed their fantasies during one of their post coital spooning sessions, and one of his was taking a sexy mature woman from behind while she’s wearing nothing but an apron and a pair of fuck-me heels.
Swapping fantasies with him had been so much easier than with anyone else she had even known. Despite his seeming impatience during sex, he listened very attentively and was so non-judgmental and simply un-shockable as he silently coaxed her deepest secret fantasies from her.
She was so horny from the events of the past thirty minutes she was tempted to go upstairs and masturbate, but she knew it would be a very bad mistake to make herself cum as it would ruin her chances of experiencing one of those intense multiple orgasms that Jamal blessed her with each time he fucked her. She smiled and blushed as she turned the word over in her mind; ‘Yes… that’s exactly what he does, he fucks me like some cheap slut… and I absolutely love it too.’ A rush of excitement coursed through her as she tightened her thighs and squeezed her pussy until she felt her panties soak through with her juices. And then she rushed upstairs to take a cold shower.
Shirley looked quite tempting in her sexy apron with lace trimming; the piece of garment fitted her perfectly. From the front it looked like a mini halter dress and the tightly fastened bows accentuated her generous bust, showing off her awesome cleavage from the low cut neck line. A glance at swell in her chest would immediately tip a spectator to the fact of her arousal by the persistent poking of the fabric of the apron by her erect nipples.
It was a totally different story from behind however, a more tempting view of her gorgeous body, as the neatly tied bow of the apron straps that rested beautifully on her big round derriere framed it perfectly. Her ass looked fuller thanks to her black 3 inch patent heels. Her naked silken thighs looked so deliciously thick and inviting too.
Shirley paused to taste her cooking for salt, and then bent over to reach inside the dishwasher for a plate when the kitchen’s rear door opened. She knew it had to be Jamal; the man had adopted the habit of sneaking up on her through the kitchen’s back door whenever she was cooking or doing some other chores in there.
Jamal paused to drink in the cock provoking view that greeted him as he sneaked into the kitchen; he knew of course that Shirley was only pretending to be oblivious to his presence in the room, and so as his cock strained hard against its restraints in his pants, he decided to play along. ‘Dayum!’ He thought as he caught a glimpse of her slick juice coated pussy lips through the parted thighs of her bent over body.
‘Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about… this cougar rocks!’ he thought as he freed his raging cock and pounced on the seemingly unsuspecting lady, unleashing his raw youthful sexual energy on her needy mature body.
He covered the distanced between them with lightening swiftness and grabbed her roughly around the waist plunging his throbbing black cock into her dripping wet pussy right away. “Aghhhh!” she gasped out loud as she rocked on her high hells from the brute force of his animal possession of her needy sex. She recovered quickly enough and parted her legs a little wider and grabbed on tightly to the edge of the work surface for balance as she prepared to better absorb the impact of his fast and furious pounding thrusts.
Whether it was the advantage of his youth, or the size of his cock, perhaps even the result of some skill he picked up from the stories he read on the internet she would never know, but there was something special in the way he fucked her rough and hard that was beyond a mere careless unleashing of raw youthful energy to sate the raging fires of her sexual desire.
He simply fucked her like a man who has lost his mind, yet she couldn’t help but concluded that there seemed to be a method to his madness; and she was loving every bit of it. “Aghhh… yes baby, hit it harder… please!” she moaned as he pounded her pussy to a squishy slurping sound, until the bows of her apron came loose from the wild impact of their intense bump and grind. Shirley’s big breasts swung and jiggled in the air as she threw her ass shamelessly at her much younger lover who never seemed to show any signs of tiring at all.
Jamal obviously wanted even more as he spanked her hard across her butt cheek and said, “let’s change.” The mature slut knew exactly what he meant, and she welcomed the respite too. He steered her towards a chair in the dinning area and asked her to kneel on it and rest her arms and head on the back rest.
He stepped back and admired the breath taking beauty of her gaping cunt which was slick and slippery from the hard and deep sexing her had given her so far. His cock kicked in his grasp and he inched forward ready for another round of pleasure giving, juice releasing, and mind blowing penile assault on her pussy.
Shirley’s gorgeous ass hung in the air with her lust swollen cunt lips looking so inviting like a special offering to some god of fertility and sexual pleasure. Her young black Moses extended his rigid rod and parted her red lips wading through her sea of pleasure giving juices as they both raced towards the freedom that came with intense sexual gratification.
Jamal fucked Shirley even better than he previously did, perhaps doing it in the kitchen held a special appeal for him. Whatever the reason, he did a great job of thrusting deeper and touching her in ways and places inside her that she never even realized existed. “Ohhhh…. Aghhhh… Ohhhhh!” Shirley moaned and gasped as she is overwhelmed by a sudden explosion of the tension that had been building up inside her core. Her climax was deep as she shuddered hard forcing the chair to shift on its firmly planted legs.
“Aghhh! Yeah baby... cum for me,” Jamal breathlessly urged her on just as he also began to feel the impact of her shuddering climax. Her voluptuous ass shook like jelly and then her pussy walls tightened up around his shaft, squeezing and kneading him towards his own release.
To be continued...

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Mrs. Crane's Fountain of Youth 3

CHAPTER THREE: Exploring Deeper and further

Jamal swung by the following morning right after his morning run and he took her hard and rough right over the kitchen table as she attempted to make breakfast. He was such crazy fun and great fuck too. She found herself getting wet again just thinking about their sex that Sunday morning; he had smeared maple syrup all over her tits and pussy, and then licked it all up while he fingered her cunt and massaged her g-spot and brought her to a roaring squirting orgasm. She hadn’t believed she could squirt that much until he worked his magic on her; he had brought her to the very edge of climax a half dozen times only to beat a quick retreat, before he finally took her all the way. The feeling had been awesome.

Shirley had struggled to keep her eyes from shutting as she watched the clear nectar of her release leap into the air like a geyser as she squirted. She was so completely drained that she had remained laying on the kitchen table for another five minutes.

As Jamal’s aunt had gone out of town for an evangelical revival and wasn’t due back until later that evening, Shirley convinced Jamal to stay and have breakfast, and then they repaired to the shower. While they washed each other’s bodies, she started sucking on his cock again and he ended up giving her another pussy pounding pleasure and second orgasm of the morning.

She helped him settle into her king sized bed and then fetched him breakfast after which they just chilled out and learned a little more about each other.

He wasn’t a teenager as she had initially feared; ‘Thank goodness for that,’ she thought as if it would have made any difference after she had fucked him anyway. He was an undergraduate at the local college, and he was boarding with Mrs. Baxter whom he called aunt, but in fact was no relation of his. She had been a neighbor of his folks’ when she lived down south and her sister who had remained a friend of the family had contacted her when Jamal got a place at the local college; the rest as they say was history.

His story was smooth but there was something about the way he disclosed Mrs. Baxter’s status that left Shirley wanting to ask him more about her. She hadn’t met the woman as yet, but she felt what she would later recognize as jealousy.

“So tell me Jay, does Mrs., Baxter know you like older women?” Jamal only laughed and told her not to be ridiculous, and then he flipped her over and fucked her again before they both took a nap.


It had been a week since Shirley had Jamal’s youthful manhood inside her, and she was feeling so damn horny. In order to distract herself she had launched into her work as a real estate agent. Although she worked mostly from home, she started leaving home quite early and returning late just to keep occupied.

That same afternoon while she was out showing a house to a couple, the inevitable trigger to her pent up sexual tension presented itself. While Shirley and the couple were on their way back down from seeing the master bedroom upstairs, Shirley’s phone rang and she excused herself to take the call. The couple also excused themselves to use the bathroom upstairs. Though preoccupied with her phone call, Shirley had noticed the couple flirting all afternoon and when she was done taking her call she had waited downstairs for them. When they hadn’t returned after 10 minutes, she had gone upstairs to find them.

From the upstairs landing, she heard moans coming from the bedroom area. The horny couple must have been in such a hurry to get it on they had forgotten to shut the door. Shirley tiptoed into the master bedroom and stole her way towards the bathroom and through the half closed door she watched as the very fit man took his wife over the bathroom sink. Her skirt was hitched right up around her waist and he was ramming his cock in and out of her pussy in a deeply frenzied quickie.

Just as the turned-on Shirley was about to walk away she heard the slutty wife beg to be fucked in the ass. That more than anything else piqued Shirley’s interest; she watched slack jawed as he pulled his juice coated cock and then pushed it into his wife’s asshole, amidst moans and groans of pleasure. Shirley couldn’t believe it when a deep moan escaped her own lips and almost gave her away.

The man shrieked and shot his load up his wife’s ass, and then the woman turned around towards the door and said. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.” Something told Shirley that the naughty wife knew she was watching.

The couple sort of reminded her of her relationship with young Jamal. The man who was hurriedly pulling his pants back on as she walked briskly back down stairs was only about 26 and his wife was a wealthy woman in her late 50’s, even though she dressed much younger and looked at least 10 years younger. Shirley knew her well, having sold her two previous properties.

After she shook hands with the man and he got in the car, the women hugged and her older client whispered into Shirley’s ear, I hope you enjoyed the show back there; Derek is my fountain of youth. I hope you find yours too.”

Shirley was so horny afterwards she threw caution to the wind and called Jamal on his cell phone. Fortunately for her, he had just rounded up his last lecture for the day. As his aunt was home that afternoon, she arranged for them to meet at a motel on the edge of town.

He asked if she was okay, and she said yeah. When he wouldn’t buy it she told him the story of the couple she had just shown the house to. “So now you’re also craving anal sex?” he asked as usual cutting to the chase. She was silent for a while whilst her face literally turned beet red with embarrassment, and then she spoke up, “yeah….. Very much so,” she whispered, steeling herself for one of his snide remarks. He was silent for a spell too, but when he spoke again, there was an unusual gentility, in his voice as he acquiesced to her desire.

“Okay Pretty lady; get a tube of lube and let’s get it on!” he said as he signed off.


She had arrived at the motel first and was still in the process of stashing away the food she had brought with her when Jamal knocked on the door. The moment the door closed behind them he quickly spun her around, and placed her hands on the dresser. He lifted up her skirt and hooked his finger into the waist band of her thong and pulled away very hard, instantly ripping the delicate fabric to shreds. The violent spontaneity of his sexual onslaught turned her on so very much.

Her already wet cunt became even wetter, and then without any pause he plunged his chocolate erection right into her. Shirley was quite flattered by the urgency of his lust; the very depth of his desire for her quickly sent her soaring to the very peak of pleasure as he pumped away at her pussy bombarding her with deep, hard and rough thrusts of his enraged manhood.

He fucked her with such savage energy that she climaxed within 5 minutes. He reminded her of her early years of marriage, back then she had grown used to her husband returning from work rather horny, and then fucking her as soon as he came through the front door. Sadly though, that magic had petered away slowly until she could hardly even remember just how much pleasure it wrought on her body until now.


As soon as she felt confident enough to walk without her legs collapsing under her, she joined young Jamal in bed. He had walked over to the bed and taken off his clothes while she struggled to catch her breath as she leaned on the dresser in the after aftermath of her orgasm.

Mrs. Crane felt so euphoric and naughty, that she began to strip off her garment as she walked seductively towards her lover; each step filled her with the heat of his lascivious visual caresses.

From the intensity of his stare, and the mischievous twitch in the corner of his mouth she could tell that he had an extra naughty design in store for her; just what she desired. “On all fours pretty lady…” he said; she paused for just a moment expecting his to say more but when he left the command hanging, she did as she was told.

He swiftly maneuvered himself behind her and she moaned as she felt his hot breath on her exposed and still sensitive clitoris. He licked her clit and sent a shockwave right through her body. She was instantly covered in goose bumps as she involuntarily disregarded her instinct to escape from his shocking touch and instead arched her back and pushed her wet sex further into his face.

His tongue rose to the challenge right away and lapped, licked and then probed her sweet wetness. After what seemed an eternity of savoring her nectar he worked his way ever so slowly over her ridge to wrinkled rosebud that was her rear portal.

He took his time unwrapping the gift of her back door; he licked her tenderly, and soaked her up with his warm spittle, and then he pulled back his face and regarded his handy work briefly before blowing air on it. “Aghhhh…” she gasped and then moaned as the coolness of his blown breath contrasted sharply with the heat of their shared lust and set her already oversensitive brain into sexual overdrive.

She turned her face sideways with a near incredulous look on her face. It was as though she was wondering out loud if it was indeed possible for one so young to be so adept in the art of sexually pleasuring a woman. His sexual dexterity challenged everything she knew about sex as his every move seemed so effortless and felt premeditated, and the net effect simply catapulted her to the thresholds of pleasure she had since given up hope of ever experiencing again.

She was so completely lost in that twilight zone between the beckoning warmth of pure sexual bliss and her thoughts barely coherent as they were when his next move plucked at her strings at a moment of even more pleasure… if that was possible.

She felt his tongue push firmly and steadily against her anal sphincter and then slide triumphantly through. He licked, and probed her with his tongue in ways she had never been explored before, and the sudden rise of emotion coalesced with the awesome sensation coursing through her body, liberating an imaginary lump in her throat. She cried out loud and her eyes instantly opened up flooding her rosy mature cheeks with tears of joy.

When his tongue tired, he paused briefly and then returned with his hand. He had used the period in between to reach for the tube of lubricant gel she had left on the night stand, and squirted a dollop into his hand. He smeared the gel over her spittle soaked anus and worked it slowly in. He fingered her ass tenderly first with his index finger, and then a second finger. He was obviously enjoying himself almost as much as she was moaning, and squirming and whispering endearments, urging him on.

Three fingers later, he deemed her ready for his triumphal entry into her least trodden opening. He rubbed the lube all over his throbbing shaft and then gently eased Shirley Crane onto her side while he laid behind her. From their spooning position, he slid his right hand under her right thigh and lifted it up; she caught on quickly to his plan, and helped him hold up her right leg while he grasped his manhood and slid it effortlessly into her anal paradise.

“Aghhhh… Mmmmmm…” Shirley gasped and then moaned as he sank his cock deeper in her asshole, her cries were ones of pleasure and not pain as his painstaking preparatory ritual had taken most of the sting out of the anal penetration. He held his cock still just a third of the way in, allowing her body time to adjust to his generous girth, and then he pushed a little deeper until he was lodged deep inside of her.

Holding still, he reached for her breasts and fondled them even as he kissed her neck and whispered dirty little words into her ears. She loved it when he did that; it was something that would never happen between people of their age disparity normally and it excited her endlessly to hear such sexually explicit words burst forth from his rich, innocent looking lips. ‘Little wonder he ate pussy so damn well,’ she thought as she shivered from his tactile, verbal and penile caresses.

Unable to contain her desire any longer, she took one of his hands and guided it to her crotch, where she laid it upon her dripping wet honey pot, even as she had began to sway her hips and thrust her voluptuous ass closer at him. Not being one to be found wanting, Jamal began to hump her right back, thrusting his erect penis in and out of her ass, until they were both breathing really hard and moaning with such sexual urgency that there was no telling which one of them would explode first.

Jamal was at that moment lost in his own thoughts even as he came ever closer to his climax. He had learned the art of anal sex from an older woman, and her verdict at the end of his tutelage was that he was a gifted student. The last time he did it, the girl a fellow student hadn’t been into it and it had been a fiasco; however, being here doing it with Mrs. Crane was an experience that wiped away the unpleasant memories of his botched encounter with the uninitiated Sharon. His mind went hay wire as he wondered if Mr. Crane ever fucked his wife in the ass.

“Oh fuck yeahhhh…. I’m Cummmmmmming,” he groaned as he thrust his member so deep inside her and shot his load, filling her up. Meanwhile, his increased breathing and deep thrusts had alerted Shirley to his oncoming climax, and she had quickly grabbed his hand and pressed his fingers firmly to her clit, rubbing away until she followed in his wake with a mind blowing explosion that rocked her world and sent her headlong into a shuddering climax.


The spent lovers held each other close as their tremors subsided, and when his hard cock went limp, his seed began to leak out of her butt, trailing slowly over her curvy ass cheek and onto the bed linen. Bone tired and sexually fulfilled Shirley Crane drifted off to sleep in the warm embrace of her young black lover without a worry in the world.

To be continued...

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Mrs. Crane's Fountain of Youth 2

CHAPTER TWO:                In the Beginning
….It had been hard to tell exactly what the problem was but despite the fact that Shirley had been lucky in life generally, she gradually sank into despair. Not even her blessings of a healthy son who had just gone off to college, a loving husband, relative wealth and a great group of friends could ease her suffering.
She even saw a shrink once who had explained to her that she was merely going through a mid life crisis. She was familiar with the phrase but she hadn’t realized just how difficult it was to deal with. Things got so bad that when her husband who was a petroleum engineer got a lucrative job offer in Nigeria, they had both agreed he should take it. Since their son had gone off to college and would be spending his vacations travelling the world, they also decided to put up their bigger home for lease while Shirley would find a smaller property where Jack, her husband could come home to when he was on vacation stateside.
It was actually a separation through the back door and they both knew it, but Jack loved her too much to stand in the way of what she needed. He knew that she needed to work through the crisis on her own terms; he simply wanted to be there for her when needed him, which most likely would be when she was done sorting herself out.
One lovely summer afternoon a couple of months after she moved into the new house, she was strolling as usual when she came across a very handsome black youth in his late teens, or so she had thought at the time. He had stopped and starred at her as she walked on by, and although she fought so desperately to resist the temptation of turning around and looking right back at him, she lost control, and then dropped her little purse just to see what would happen, and also to give herself a plausible excuse to turn around and go back without giving away her true motive.
She had only gone a few yards down the road when he caught up with her and said in his very smooth matter of fact voice, “excuse me ma’am but you dropped your purse back there.”
‘Oh my God!’ Shirley thought as she stopped dead in her tracks; her eyes roamed over his gorgeous body as she drank in his awesome physique. He was 5’10” tall and looked very fit. He had been jogging in his sweat pants and sleeveless t-shirt that showed off his awesome biceps.
Feeling hot and speechless, her situation became even more awkward as she quickly realized the flaw in her impromptu plan; she had baited the young man but she hadn’t figured out how she would play it if he walked up to her like he just did, and she was quite flustered by it too. She willed herself to be calm but it didn’t do much for her shaky voice as she thanked him and took the purse from him. Her first instinct was to snatch the purse and then run off like a silly school girl, but he made that impossible by holding on to his end of it as he regarded her beautiful mature face.
Shirley recovered much of her composure first and pulled at her purse a little harder saying, “Ahm... thank you for fetching my purse… Mr….” it worked, and he let go of her purse so suddenly she lost her balance. He rushed forward and caught her just in time. His strong youthful arms were around her waist and her face a mere couple of inches from his. The warmth of his hot breath turned her legs to jelly, and if he hadn’t been holding her she would have spilled on the ground for sure.
“Careful pretty lady,” “And whatever did you mean thanks for fetching my purse?” he asked mimicking her New England accent. “Do I look like your dog or something?” ordinarily that sort of back talk coming from one so young would have been out and out rude, but in the case of this handsome black stranger it didn’t feel like that. It came out more like a firm and matter of fact rejection of a notion by a man who knew exactly what he wanted and was neither shy nor afraid to demand it.
“Oh, I’m sorry but I didn’t mean it like that at all,” Shirley became quite self conscious and hoped she hadn’t said anything that could be interpreted as being racially offensive.
The brown eyed Adonis smiled broadly, showing a set of perfect white teeth that left Shirley breathless and flushed with desire. “Relax pretty lady, I was only yanking your chains a little, of course you didn’t mean it like that.”
“Let’s start over,” he said; “My name is Jamal Fishbourne, and I live in that house over there,” he pointed to a house just down the street from hers.
“She subconsciously patted her hair as she introduced herself. “I’m Shirley Crane, I’m sort of new to the area and I live…” She didn’t get to complete her statement as he jumped right in. “I know where you live pretty lady, I’ve been seeing you around, hard not to.”
Shirley blushed at what she interpreted as a complement. Men hardly gave her complements any more, and yet there she was being complemented by this young black man who looked a little younger than her own son. What’s even more amazing is how he effortlessly managed to make her feel like a silly school girl too…..
 “What’s new Mrs. Crane?” Shane, her gay hair dresser asked Shirley with a naughty effeminate, curious look on his face.
“What do you mean what’s new Shane?” Shirley asked trying desperately to keep a straight face.
“Oh come off it Mrs. C, who is he or she?” he asked as he paused in the process of washing her hair. He feigned impatience with her ineffectual attempt at cluelessness… and then continued, “you walked in here with a smile on your face that could light up a city block at night, you’re glowing as you glide rather than walk, and now as I wash your hair, massaging your scalp I couldn’t help but notice the hardening of your lovely nipples and might I point out this is the very first time you’ve been confident enough to venture out here without a bra on.”
Shane paused again to allow her respond to his observation, but all she did was shift uncomfortably in the reclined chair with her blushing face up towards the ceiling. Shirley wished she was in a position where she could hide her face away from the very perceptive and persistently nosey but lovable Shane.
“Well, I’ll let it slide for now, but from the way you keep on blushing like a school girl I’d say you’re in love…. He raised an eye brow and watched her very closely for possible reaction to that, and then as he resumed washing her hair again, he added, “Either that or you found yourself a young well hung stud who knows how to rattle your bones.” He jerked his crotch back and forth in mock thrusts to buttress his point.
In spite of herself Shirley cracked up and laughed with him, thus confirming his assumption. He teased her a little more and then promised to put a special touch to her hair that would make her even more “fuck-me gorgeous and sexy for her new man.” There was something about his conspiratorial tone and the naughty wink he gave her that told Shirley that he knew she was having an affair, of course he knew her husband was hardly ever around.
To be continued....

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Mrs. Crane's Fountain of Youth

Mrs. Crane’s Fountain of Youth
Don Abdul ©2011

CHAPTER ONE:                 Shirley Gets Her Groove Back
“Good morning pretty lady, did I wake you up?” Jamal Washington chirped happily as if he had just done her a huge favor. ‘Oh fuck!’ Mrs. Shirley Crane thought, so annoyed with herself for not imagining that it could be him at the door. He looked so painfully handsome and sexy that her first instinct was to grab his shirt and throw him on the floor and fuck him right there on the living room carpet of her matrimonial home.”
He looked barely out of his teens and younger than her own son, yet she felt so alive each time she walked past him on the street. She always felt her pussy tingle and become quite wet from the knowledge that he was undressing her, fucking her, licking her pussy, finger-fucking her tight asshole in his naughty young mind. His sexy dark eyes always lustfully ate her up as they passed each other on the street.
As if he could read her mind for sure; he smiled mischievously and said in a low whispered tone, “Well pretty lady, if you’re gonna be thinking such lewd thoughts, don’t you think you best invite me in first?”
Shirley blushed and mentally kicked herself for being such an open book, as she stepped aside to let him into her home. She felt so alive once again and it was all down to this one man-child. She was aware of his annoying habit of seeing right through her, but pissed off as she was, she only desired him even more. As he brushed past her, her mouth went dry and her heart was pounding and her pussy tingling.
“Nice place pretty lady, I see your wedding band but I’ve never seen Mr. Pretty lady about, what’s the deal?” His reference to her husband annoyed Shirley and for the first time she felt an anger rise within her. “Stop right there, you!” she said as sternly as she could manage, pointing her finger at him.
“Why the hell do you keep calling me that, even though you know my name? I’d also rather you didn’t talk about my husband, ever…and…. Just what do you want from me?” the last part of her tirade wasn’t planned; it just slipped out of her mouth, causing her instant embarrassment and regret.
Jamal looked seriously at her as if he was phased by her tirade, and then he walked over to her until he was a couple of feet from her. “First of all, I’m sorry about your husband, I was way outta line,” he said letting his voice dip as though out of some deep remorse.
“Second of all, I call you that because you’re the prettiest woman in the whole neighborhood, and that is a proven fact,” he affirmed pointing his index finger at her. Shirley blushed in spite of herself but before she could say anything he continued. “Finally,” he said stepping forward and taking her in his arms, and then kissing her on the mouth.
Shirley meekly parted her lips and he slipped his tongue into her mouth and led her in an urgent but deeply erotic kiss; it was the most passionate kiss she had enjoyed in years. ‘Oh my God the boy is such a great kisser too,’ she thought as she melted under the intensity of his kiss.
Jamal paused and looked into her eyes; Shirley felt his sexy eyes penetrating right through her soul. “How’s that for starters then?” he asked in a breathlessly randy voice. “Starters?” Shirley asked completely flushed and sweating from the intensity of her sexual desire.
“Oh but of course, What I really want is to take you right here right now and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before; hard, rough, and deep.” Shirley couldn’t believe her ears, it all seemed like a wild erotic dream to her and she eagerly awaited the annoying sound of her bedside alarm clock as it woke her up.
Without further ado, the young black stud turned her around and stripped her of her satin robe in one fell swoop. “Fan-fucking-tastic!” He cried as he discovered she was totally nude under the robe. Jamal whistled under his breath as he feasted his intense brown eyes on her flawless, soft-contoured body. She looked so voluptuous with her mature alluringly feminine hourglass figure.
Steering her towards the couch, he bent her over the back of it, and then he reached down and scooped up her Creamy white, chubby right leg by placing his hand just behind her knee and lifting it and then holding it in place as he used his left hand to guide his cock into her soaking wet mature pussy.
Jamal plunged his rock hard member right into her pussy and kept hitting it hard and deep until he was thrusting in and out of her wetness so fast his pelvis made great loud smacking sounds as it crashed into her Soft and massive mature ass. “Oh lord yesssss… hit it harder… please!” Shirley thought out loud as she surrendered herself to the awesome magic of his youthful sexual stamina.
“Aghhh… Ohhhhhhh… I’m cummmmmmming,” she screeched out loud as her ass trembled and her body shuddered on her awesome leap into a powerful orgasm just a mere few minutes into the sexing. If Jamal noticed that she had climaxed he didn’t let on as he carried on pounding her pussy mercilessly.
He suddenly slowed down but just for long enough to lift up her other leg as well. He had her torso resting on the back of the couch and her ass and pussy mid air with his 7 inch cock lodged deep inside her as he carried on fucking her like a man possessed by some nameless sex demon.
Just when Shirley was within a spitting distance of her second orgasm, Jamal let go of her suspended legs and pulled his cock from her pussy. He quickly pulled out a cushion from the seat and dropped it on the floor asking her to kneel on it, and get down on all fours.
Shirley obeyed like an automaton programmed for his pleasure, and she instantly assumed the position. He squatted right behind her and once again eased his big black cock into her gaping hole, he then reached forward and grasped a handful of her rich blonde hair and pulled it tight and hard while balancing himself by grasping her shoulder.
He thrust his turgid phallus in her dripping wet sex as he fucked her harder, rougher, faster and so much deeper than anyone ever had. His angle of entry sent his knob grazing over her g-spot faster and harder and eventually rocking her entire world with another thundering orgasm that left her screaming and shuddering. This time her climax was drawn out like nothing she had experienced before.
Her legs and hands had turned to jelly and she collapsed onto the carpet leaving Jamal’s young throbbing member hanging in the air after it slipped out of her pulsating pussy with a dull wet sucking sound.
“Dayum! I’m so fucking close too,” Jamal groaned. “Turn around pretty lady…” Shirley struggled onto her back just in time to see him stroke his pulsing shaft to a raging climax. His awesome manhood kicked once and then shot a volley of hot creamy cum in her face and then all over her big gorgeous breasts. It was as if he would never run out of the creamy stuff of life itself as he hosed her body down with his bucketful of cum. Jamal collapsed right next to her on the floor completely drained and spent.
Shirley was so exhausted from her multiple orgasm, she knew she needed to get to the bathroom and clean herself up after Jamal departed a few minutes later to run errands for his aunt, but her bed seemed a much more appealing place of rest. “Damn, how could I ever hope to keep up with his inexhaustible youthful energy?” she wondered just a she yawned and then curled up in a fetal position and fell right asleep in her bed.
Shirley Crane awoke with a smile on her face for the first time in a very long time. her eyes went to the clock on the nightstand, it was noon and she had slept deeply for 2 hours. She felt dry itchy sensation on her face and breasts, and she suddenly remembered that she hadn’t washed his cum off her body. It had all dried up on her skin.
It was while she was in the shower that Shirley fully reflected on the significance of what had happened to her. She was glowing still from the deeply satisfying sex she just had with the forceful black youth with the sexy eyes.
As she soaped her body and washed her pussy she felt the slight pepperish sensation that came from carpet burns. She smiled as she reminisced on the sexual clumsy sexual adventures of her youth. She was so happy for the very first time since she turned 45 two years previously, and all the despair she had battled with ever since seemed to have vanished in a puff of smoke. She instantly realized that Jamal made her feel so young and totally alive again; he had managed to get her sexual juices flowing again.
After she had showered and washed his caked sperm off her body and out of her hair, she looked at her own reflection in the mirror as she began to dress for her appointment at the hair salon. She looked so radiant and her skin glowed like it hadn’t done in ages. A shy smile creased the corners of her mouth as she cast her mind back to the suffering she had endured in the last couple of years, her first encounter with young Jamal Washington, right up to their torrid lovemaking just a couple of hours ago.