Just Your Friendly Neighbourhood GILF - Sex Stories

Just Your Friendly Neighbourhood GILF

... hips.

“O-okay.”

“And tight.” She continued rolling her broad buttocks with me halfway inside of her cunt.

“Yesss.”

“And fucking hot.” She threw her ass into me hard, and I latched onto her hips for support, pressing my fingers into her plush, creamy cheeks. “Treat me like a dirty, old whore.”

My heart thudded so intensely that I thought an attack was on its way. Not that I have any experience in that field. The awe of her mountainous, white ass slamming into me and the thunderous applause it generated unlocked a primal beast within me. My focus couldn’t be denied as I grabbed her long, white hair and watched her giant, basketball-sized cheeks ripple, dimple and wobble out of control with each ravenous thrust I raged into them. Hot cum brewed in my balls, expecting its valiant release into the molten cavern of her cunt. I tried ever so hard to employ restraint, but her moaning, cussing, and monstrous ass cheeks clapping rejected my potential victory of sexual stoicism.

“Jesus God, cum in me!” Meredith screamed. “Do it! Fill up my fucking pussy!”

The roar I wanted to release had to be subdued into a strained series of grunts, groans and snarls. Boundless surges of cum emptied from my balls and prostate into the hot GILF in front of me. With every spasm, her buttocks jiggled, and my words became more unintelligible. I leaned over and growled into her shoulder.

“Don’t pull out until you’re completely empty. Give me all of that fucking jizz.” She reached ...

... behind my head, turned hers, and we exchanged lingering smooches. Amazingly enough, it didn’t occur to me our lips hadn’t touched before that. We giggled and sat in the kitchen chairs, still tittering at each other.

After dripping fluids onto her chairs and floor, we decided to wipe up, and return our garments to their primary function. I continued to assist her with shifting some of her things, and an hour later, my mother called.

“Sorry for not calling earlier,” I said.

“All that time, I thought you were yucking it up with Mrs. Bertram or Shalisa, not knowing you disappeared with some stranger.”

“She’s not strange… she’s new.”

“Boy, do you understand the meaning of the word ‘stranger’?”

After some more banter, we ended the call, and I told Meredith I had to leave.

“Okay, I want to do something else for you before you go,” Meredith said, pulling me toward the table by my joggers’ waistband and sitting down.

“Man, I’d love to again, but I can’t take too long.”

“This won’t.” Meredith eased my bottoms south, spat on my meat, dribbled in her hands and then stroked me vigorously.

“Oh-ho-ho fuck.” I buckled.

“I want to make you cum again before you leave.” Meredith jacked me over her upturned face, then stopped, pulled her dress above her waist and then resumed. The visual of her juicy backside jiggling with her tugging action fueled my carnality, and before long, I opened my mouth in a silent scream and jetted four streams of semen onto her face, ...