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Crazy Things
Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Taboo Author: plo90
... white light torn up that part of my torso that connected the passion sensors in my pussy to the pleasure center in my brain. As soon as my climax subsided I flopped down on Alex's chest like I had been shot. I gasped for air. Alex supported my head with one of his hands and my ass with other. He rolled us over into the missionary position without letting his cock slip from my pussy. He started savagely thrusting his cock into my cunt as soon as my ass touched the mattress. Once my head was on the pillow and my climatic dizziness stopped I started to enjoy Alex's hard cock rapidly rocketing in and out me. I slapped his ass to encourage him, "Faster, fuck me faster. Harder Alex, fuck me harder." He complied with my demands and pounded my pussy into a puddle of pleasure. His cock tapped my G-spot until my entire pelvic area seem to contract around his marvelous member in another monumental orgasm. He buried himself into me and began spurting a steady stream of cum into me. "Fill my pussy, fill my pussy. I thrashed my legs and screamed in orgasmic release, "cum...cum...cum." Alex's softening cock made a wet sucking sound as he pulled it out of me. I could feel a torrent of his spent seed cascading down the crack of my ass. I cuddled up to him resting my head on his heaving chest. I said with a satiated smile, "Not bad for a couple old geezers." "I hope we're still fucking like this when we're ninety," said Alex squeezing me tight. We both ...
... drifted into sated sl**p and dreamed of erotic enchantments. Alex dropped me off at the Santa Barbara train station early on the morning of the15th. I kissed him and said goodbye. I grabbed my overnight bag and hurried to catch the train. I had a five hour train ride to Barstow to figure out what I was going to say to my son Greg. The train ran down the coast of California from Santa Barbara until it got into Los Angeles. I switched trains there at Union Station. I half expected to find my former daughter-in-law, Melissa, waiting to ambush me with her own glass of wine. After a quick bite to eat, I boarded the eastbound train to continue my journey to Barstow. I contemplated my son's situation as the train rumbled eastward towards the desert. Greg was something of a computer-wiz. He had hacked into his company's computer system and had skimmed money from various company accounts into a phony one he had set up for his own use. Melissa was very high maintenance. Numerous people had tried to warn Greg away from that Southern-fried succubus. But, as they say, when the cock gets hard the brain gets soft. Greg made good money in a job he loved but Melissa demanded more; more jewelry, more clothes, more stuff. Greg's salary wasn't enough to feed the b**st so he hatched his scheme after reading a trade publication article on how someone had just been arrested for pulling the same scam. Greg thought he saw the weaknesses in the scheme. He thought he had fixed them. He had thought wrong. He ...