I was slowly acclimating to new situation - getting used to being unity in a new place, and having sex with some guys. We invited Kraut to come to the Tuesday night sessions ; he had a engagement some weeks so he said he 'd fell in on occasion.

I could tell apart I was getting used to my new life - I was getting bored. I decided to do some picture and decorating in the townhouse. It 's a nice situation, only a few geezerhood old, but off-white everywhere was n't going to cut it. I painted a couple of rooms, which led to some new throw rugs, bulwark hangings and the the likes of. I was getting to be a regular at the local home centerfield. Then the odd thing happened, I was getting some blusher mixed up when the department managing director mentioned that they were looking to hire somebody for key and wall coating. I expressed an stake in a part time job, and sure enough they hired me. I am not an overly sociable person, but I can communicate well with customers about their needs.

I took a liking to a dude employee from Appliances, Marsha. The company had a holiday societal, drinkable after work, and I spent most of it talking to her. We had a very similar common sense of sense of humor, and I found myself prosperous being outdoors with her. A nice looker too, fifty-something, and about five-nine, almost my tallness. Marsha was what you 'd call nicely polish up - not fatten up, just nicely curved. Her walk was very elegant. She had lived in the surface area quite a while, and it turns out that her sister lives in the meadow. Marsha described her sister, and I remembered seeing her at the cafe.

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A mates of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, I was just relaxing after breakfast and got to thinking about Tom 's prick. I remembered how it was average length but was prissy and thick. More importantly, I thought about it being the starting time rooster I sucked, and found myself getting very hard. I remembered putting my mouthpiece on his thick organ the first of all time, and how excited I was. About then, I thought about having a jerking off, then called myself an idiot and called Tom instead. I invited him over for a beverage, which he could see right through, and snickered at me. `` certain, a drink. Yeah, I 'm in the mood too, I 'll be over in a while. ``

When Tom arrived, we did pour ourselves a couple of beers, then retired to my bedchamber. He asked what made me phone, and I told him I had got to thinking about his fat rooster. `` Maybe in your mouth ? '' he asked.

'' Definitely. It 's been almost a week since I 've had any pecker and cum. '' Tom walked up close to me and reached down for my private parts. Finding a arduous lump there, he said, `` Hmm, you are in the mood, I can evidence. '' But I stepped back a piffling, and reached for his belt. Tom put his custody on my articulatio humeri and rubbed up and down seductively, while I opened his belt and zip. Then, I pulled down his drawers and underwear together. His cock was getting hard and pointing out. I put my hands on his bureau and sat him down on the bed, then knelt in front of him and had a honest look at his stiffening penis.

Tom 's pubic haircloth was graying, but still filled in nicely around the foundation of his cock. The organ itself was thick, like I said, and his foreland was decided. I liked its physique. Reaching for it with both hands, I ran my fingerbreadth up and down the shaft, which was light Brown and had very aphrodisiac nervure showing on each side. I wrapped my deal around it and stroked.

Of course of instruction, my cock was good and operose too. I let go of him long enough to open my bloomers and rip it out. Then I took Tom 's meat in one bridge player, cupped his bollock with the other and lowered my human face until I was breathing on his tool head. Tom said, `` Go down on me man, I want your mouth on it. '' I obliged ; I put my sass over his head, licked his piss slit a niggling, then opened wide and slid down onto his thick shaft. I loved the way it felt to have his fat dick filling my mouth, and when I reached bottom I could feel his putz head against the binding of my mouth. And my nose was buried in his fork pilus. shucks this was hot, I loved that feeling. My mouth was spread wide, which was very sexy. Nothing feels like a fat cock filling your mouthpiece. I began to slue up and down on him, rubbing my tongue on it and humming a little.

Tom said, `` You 've gotten really in effect at that, shit you 're making me finger so hot. ``

I came off his rooster for long enough to say, `` sound. I 'm looking forward to eating your load. ''

I went right back down on him and started to suck difficult. I played with his balls with one deal and reached down to stroke my own cock with the early. Tom said he was getting close-fitting and I kept up the motion on his dick and my own. I was getting hot too. Then Tom started to groan and thrust into my mouth, three or four meter, then I could experience his appendage pounding in my mouth. The gustatory sensation of his jism hit my tongue as he called, `` Ahhhhhh '' ; he quivered and shook, and I could feel about three pumps of cum hit my pharynx. I could n't wait any more myself. I came off his cock, stood up between his legs, and he reached for my arduous dick. He only had a probability to stroke it about twice before I blew my warhead out on his hand, with some of it falling down on his cock and belly. He caught what he could with his mitt and brought that helping hand to his mouth and licked it off.

We laid around for a piece and played with each early before we washed up and Tom took off. That was a capital way to spend the day.

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I invited Marsha out to dinner. The waitress brought our drinks and took our orders, and we relaxed and chatted. marshland said that she liked lots of sort of music and we explored that interest ; we were both big into old rockabilly. On a new topic, she asked me what was new in the house. `` I 'm thinking about getting some shelf character and making a bulwark shelf for the breakfast nook. I do n't throw room for a big table, maybe I could keep the condiments there. ``

'' Spice of life sentence then, '' she asked ?

'' Nah, the spicery of life story is better poppycock than that. ``

She caught what I alluded to, and smiled at me seductively. `` Yes… I can think of more occupy ways to spice things up. ``

I smiled back and said, `` Me too. '' Under the table I went to motivate my leg next to hers, only to detect her doing the same. We were both a short surprised to tint the other so quickly, and broke a jape over it. Quietly, I asked, `` Are you getting unfermented with me ? ``

'' As a matter of fact, yes I am. '' She slowly rubbed her leg along mine and said, `` Nice leg. Very brawny. '' I could feel her business firm sura heftiness and returned, `` You 're as toned as I 'd guessed. '' We savored the contact for a moment then chatted more. dinner party came and, between the thoroughly food and tender fellowship, we had a very nice time.

Before we were done, I realized that I had to work full disclosure about my sex life. It was n't honest to her if she did n't understand my interestingness and former activities. At a quiet, I said, `` Marsha, there 's something you should experience before we get closer. ``

She cocked her psyche a little and said, `` And that would be ? ``

'' I 'm actually epicene. ``

'' Actively ? ``

'' Yes. ``

She smiled and said, `` You must be mixed up with those guy rope at the Meadows that watch dirty picture show and maneuver with each other. ``

Huh ? In a import, I put 2 & 2 & 2 together. She laughed then so did I. Molly must have spilled the noodle to spread tittle-tattle, and Marsha 's Sister lived in the complex. `` Oh I was cognisant of that, and wondered if you were involved. Actually, '' Marsha added, `` It sounds like fun. I have no event with that, as long as everbody is clean. '' I felt good about being honest with her, and I was relieved that the evening would bear on with Marsha.

I drove her back to her theater, and she rested her hand on my leg the whole way. I asked her if I might come in ; she squeezed my thigh and said, `` I was hoping you 'd ask. ``

Marsha lived in an older house that was decorated in the farmhouse look. She took my bridge player and showed me around the downstairs, then smiled at me and said, `` The bedrooms are upstairs. '' I drew her to me and wrapped my blazon around her. She looked up and offered me her lips, and I gave her a recollective, easy kiss. She pressed her bosom against me, and I liked what I felt. I was well on my way to having a very firm stopcock. We kissed a minute, then she broke the candy kiss and took my paw again, showing me up the step. Following her upstairs was tall, between her refined cause and her swaying buns. At her bedroom, the next osculation was n't slow and tender ; our passionateness overtake us and we kissed hard and sexy. My hired hand went around her binding and hers found my ass. I slid one hand around and took appreciation of her pinhead, and holy horseshit, was she firm and warm.

She pushed me down on the bed and laid me on my back. Without hesitating, she reached for my belt and opened it, then my zip. When she reached in my underwear, she smiled at me and said, `` My goodness, what a gracious punishing cock for me to play with. Mmmm, it 's been a while. '' Pulling my putz out of my underwear, she added, `` I think I need to take in on this, like right now. '' She reached for my knickers shank and I lifted my ass so she could pull down my pants. `` My God that 's a nice prick. '' She leaned down and kissed my read/write head, then started licking up and down - but not for long. succeeding affair I felt was her wet sassing on my dick head, and slowly moving down on my shaft. This fille was good at it ; she slid on and off, stopping to imbibe now and then. She could get most of my seven in into her mouthpiece, and I could n't help but throb in there.

This went on for some time, then I got very interested in putting my face in her crotch. I gently took time lag of her point and lifted her off, then stood up. We finished undressing each other, but I only got as far as removing her bra. Marsha 's rack was exquisite ; so truehearted and circle. I dove in and started licking her nipple while I massaged the other fille. She just moaned and put her hand behind my drumhead. Eventually my urge to eat her pussy overcame the fun I was having with her boob. I took off the rest of her clothes and it was my turn to lay her down. She pulled down the covers and hopped up on the bed. I spread her legs and just stood admiring her pin-up trivial flower of a pussy with a nicely trimmed bush-league - all gray no less ! She said, `` Are you just going to expect ? I really need you to eat my pussy. ``

'' Your pussy is beautiful, and I have every intention of… '' Could n't finish that as I was already running my nose through her fur and began to kiss all around her vulva. `` Ohmygod, you kiss so nice ! '' I licked all around, working my way to her sassing which I licked up and down. Then without warning, I stuck my tongue in her cunt as far as it would go ; she inhaled sharply and squeaked out an `` Oh !'My lingua went to act upon then, up and down her slit and occasionally touching her clit. `` Oh god oh god, yes… '' I worked harder and spent Sir Thomas More prison term on her clit ; she started to rock her pelvic girdle up, and I put my mouth all around her love clit. I licked her, slowly gaining vividness, as she rocked her pelvic arch and moaned, louder and louder, then I went hard after her clit. She cried, `` Ahhhhh '' and humped hard against my nerve, as her climax overtook her. I let off her and lifted my headspring as she convulsed up and down.

As she came to rest, I moved up and put my tool headway against her twat lips. Marsha grabbed my hips and pulled, urging me to participate her. She was very wet, and I just slowly slid into her until I was mostly buried. One or two quick motions to ensure her wetness was spread all over my cock, and I went all the way in. Marsha approved ; I could feel her pussycat squeezing my cock. It was heavenly. I looked lustfully at her brass, then scanned down to her tits and looked to see myself buried in her. Marsha said, `` piece of tail me, Pete. I need a good piece of tail from a big operose man. Pump me until I cum again and fill me up with your cum. ``

I began to move in and out of her, moving around until she squeaked her blessing at one spotlight. I pumped in earnest, getting faster. Putting my lips to hers, I put my spit in and she passionately returned my kiss. Our lips locked as I started to pump her harder and harder, and felt her warm firm tits on my dresser. Both of us moaned in unison as I stabbed her pussy, then I felt my orgasm hit and I buried my cock in her slit, and shot my semen into her. She screamed and humped against me as her 2d orgasm overtook her.

As we relaxed into afterglow, Marsha said, `` So you guys do all kinds of fun stuff ? ``

'' workforce and mouths. We do n't do anal. ``

Marsha thought about that, then asked, `` I 've had lesbian experiences, and I think it 's sexy when guys suck each other. Do you suppose they 'd mind having an audience ? ``

'' You wan na watch over ? They might go for that, we 're all bi. Especially if you gave us something nice to see. ``

'' That could be arranged. And I 'm trusted my sister Anna would want in on it. ``

aplomb ! Her baby was an attractive woman too, a little plumper but looked to have got a nice rack. `` I 'll see what they think. ''