My boyfriend took what was once my husband's and made it his own. I'm so completely under his power that I can't even let my husband see me in the nude. That's a perfect marriage.
Every day, someone asks me what my sexual fantasy is. You really don't want to know. It's more mental than physical. My fantasies bum many guys out because it's not what they want to hear. I don't see the point in lying to you, though. If I did, I would tell you something like, "I crave a huge cock bending me over and stretching me out like never before, making me cum over and over and make me scream fuck me, Daddy!" And honestly, that sounds fucking fantastic. I bring that very thing, less the "Fuck Me, Daddy!" into my fantasy when rubbing one out. But what am I actually thinking? Get ready, it's pretty out there, but it does wonders for making my pussy a wet mess.
I think about finding a guy in his late 20s or early 30s who is hot, has a body, and of course has a beautiful dick. Single, no more married guys. I want to be into him, like really into him and him into me, so much that I want to spend more time with him than my husband. It's super mental and humiliating for Scott after this because my fantasy stud takes over. He takes me to all the places my husband usually takes me and makes out with me in front of the people who know us. He marks me as his property in front of everyone my husband knows, including people he works with. I even have this little thing about getting fingered at the bar while people watch, but that's just me. He insists that my husband no longer see me naked, and of course, I agree. It is at this point in my fantasy that I'm pretty much ready to cum. I can picture the look on Scott's face when I pull a towel up to hide my body and tell him it's inappropriate for him to see me naked anymore, and I mean it. Fuck me. I get wet just thinking about that one. But there is a ton more to this whole thing. I start thinking about going to his place and sucking his sperm out of his dick until his balls are empty. It will make him happy, and I want to make him happy. It's something I would never do for my husband. I actually don't suck Scott's cock unless it's a video. That is my little way of playing a part of this fantasy out in real life. It's my mission to do things to other men's cocks that I won't do for his. I start getting more extreme at this point. Such as a personal fave of mine is I want my stud to breed me until he pumps a kid into me. Then I want my husband to have to raise it. Every time he sees that kid, he will know a superior man with a superior cock took what used to be his and made it his own simply by putting his dick in my guts and converting me into his cum dump, and there is nothing he can do about it. He will accept accept a better man dumped his sperm inside me and continues to do so at will. If not, he will be gone. Would I play this fantasy out in real life? IN A SECOND! I've gone this far so no point in denying it.
Look, my fantasy, well, this particular one, has a thousand more ways to go, and I change them all the time, but it all aligns with the above. This isn't my only fantasy by any means, but it's the most prevalent one. I have omitted some of the super brutal and humiliating parts because I don't want to scare you or Scott away. He reads these things, so I try to be mindful of that. Anyway, I told you my fantasy won't be what you expected. I wonder why we all think our fantasies align with everyone else's, but they rarely do. I wish they did because then I'd be in business 24/7!
I did go to Tony's football thing on Sunday. There were about 10 guys and 3 girls, myself included. The chicks fucked shit up. Both were in their 20s, and they thought they were the shit and part of the group "in-crowd." They put themselves in between me and every guy there, including Tony. Very effectively, I might add. Every time I talked with a guy, they moved right on in. Professional cock blockers, those two. Two chubby little assholes. They made everything awkward. If they had not been there, Tony would have had to deal with some of his friends, knowing what it feels like to be inside of me. But these two little future supersizers kept a solid guard on their potential future husband pool. Hats off to them for keeping me dick free. It was even more challenging because everyone was glued to their phone screens. I don't think they watched any of the games on TV. These days, I suppose it's not unusual. What is unusual is that I usually get at least a few behind-the-scenes phone numbers or contact info. I didn't get squat because the two little pudgy buddies were right there, making sure I didn't. Again, very effectively, I might add. I haven't heard squat. I won't hear squat. So...sadly, no new dick for me. Not to worry, I'll find dick. I always do. The answer to the question is, did I fuck Tony? No. He seems somewhat scared of these two chicks, and I don't know why. It's not a good look for him. He should have whipped his dick out in front of everyone and let me suck the sperm out of his testicles while they watched. I would have done that. Seriously. I would have.
Garbage men got me to thinking about me getting my insides rearranged by a couple of working guys with stiff dicks using my holes for their lunch break. Not sure why that "came up," but now it's stuck in my head.
Some said something about me stealing my daughter's boyfriend and fucking him. I don't have a daughter, so that can't happen. But oddly enough, I have a hell of a story that's absolutely true. I know a porn chick, and I can't say her name because I promised I never would, who not only fucked her daughter's boyfriend but got knocked up by him. Even better...the daughter and boyfriend got married. Is it even legal? I guess it would be. Here is the kicker. She still fucks her daughter's husband behind her back. She says he has something about him that makes her want to open her legs for him. Probably the same reason her daughter, who has a kid from him now as well, opens her pussy for him. I want to fuck him sight unseen just because he sounds that fun. I won't lie. I like the salaciousness of it all. It makes me tingle a bit thinking about how wrong and whorish it is of my friend to not only get bred by her daughter's now husband but also have his kid. I wonder how they explain that at family get-togethers. I personally wouldn't do it, but I love my friend even more for being such a shameless cock hound. Again, not something I would do, but I'm a bit jealous of her for being more of a cock hound than I am. Plus, if you met this lady, she seems like the poster kid for class and elegance. So...the contrast of her fucking her daughter's boyfriend and now husband is smoking hot.
So, I got pumped into submission yesterday. I'm more than okay with that. I love knowing a man's cock can turn me into cum putty. It's the natural order of things if you ask me. I have no problems with that. Why would I? I came so hard yesterday that I couldn't remember my own name. No complaints whatsoever about that. I just wish I could do it again right now. I have the pictures of me with my mouth hanging open and Bob's sperm drooling out pulled up on my computer. I'm not going to lie. Seeing myself entirely conquered by cock turns my pussy into a sloppy swamp. I can't believe I just laid my head on the bed and let him ram his cock down my throat like a sex toy until it pumped its cum into my stomach. I can't believe I want his dick to turn me back into a cock socket again right now. I have been thinking about how he used me so thoroughly. Truthfully, it's all I can think about. I was making breakfast, and all I could picture was Bob holding the back of my head and laughing as he pumped my face with his cock. When he was done, and cum poured out of my mouth, I had an orgasm. He didn't touch me. I didn't touch myself. It was completely involuntary. I felt it start, and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't move. I could only feel the orgasm wash over my body and groan. When I finally lifted my head up, Bob's sperm poured out of my mouth. I would have gladly eaten it, but I didn't know it had pooled in my mouth. I swallowed what was left of it. Bob left me on my bed covered in his jizz inside and out. He didn't even say goodbye.
Scott came home, and I still hadn't cleaned up. I had mostly dried sperm on my lips and chin. There was still pooled cum on the bed, and strings of jizz still leaking down my legs that were getting on my recliner. I didn't tell him Bob was coming over. That was my way of letting him know Bob had been there. Scott asked me for details, but I didn't feel like dealing with him, so I told him to leave me alone for a while. I needed to get myself back together. Eventually, I did. For the most part. Sex that good is like heroin. You can't stop chasing the ultimate high. In my case, that high would be the ultimate orgasm. Scott wanted details and asked several times. I finally told him this morning. He wanted me to give him a handjob, and I said no. I told him my body that once belonged to him now belongs to someone else. The new owner is Bob. I'm serious about this. He knows this now. I let him jerk one out while I told him how Bob used me. He came on my shin, and it dripped onto the bed. I didn't like that. I thought he knew he was to cum in his hand. But he did as he was told, eating his sperm off the bed and my shin. Then I sent him to his room and rubbed one out, thinking about the power Bob has over the both of us.
I know...I'm posting super hardcore, harsh stuff today. That's because I'm doing super hardcore/intense stuff. If you want fake sex, fake cum, fake whatever...you are in the wrong place. But that's here nor there, as this is what it looks like when I get bred long and hard and left cum stupid. I don't know about you, but I can't think of a better way to burn a few hours than to get pumped full of sperm. I'm sure you want to be the one doing the pumping of said jizz, but obviously, I want to be the one being topped off with cum. I kissed Bob's dick and thanked it before he put it away for doing such a fantastic job keeping me full of cum. I hope to feel it mixing my guts up again soon.
I have no idea why it's such a big deal that I don't like drinking or smoking or anything else that fogs your head. But it is. So many people constantly feel the need to try and get me to try stuff as if I need to know what I'm missing. I do know, and I'm not missing anything. How would they like it if I started verbally judging them whenever they ordered a drink or went for a smoke? Probably not so much. I could care less who drinks/smokes/does whatever. I think no worse or any better of them. Fuck, if they didn't bring it up by trying to get me to do it, I wouldn't even think about it. I'm 56 years old. I haven't had a hangover since my 20's. I'm not going to start now.
Getting pumped full of cum kind of gets in the way of posting here. It's time-consuming. Emptying balls isn't a 5-minute chore for me. I like to spend at least a few hours, if not more, removing sperm from testicles. Even if a guy dumps his first load in a minute or less...I like to let his dick regroup and try again....and again. Bob knows this. He fucks me until I have no way to describe it other than entirely brainless. Bob fucked my cunt so good that I came so hard and so many times I couldn't sit up anymore. Then he laid my head over the edge of the bed and fucked my mouth like it was my pussy. All I could do was let him breed my mouth. It's all I wanted to do. I wish he would do it again right now. He took pics of me looking like I just got a dick lobotomy. Mouth open, cum drooling sperm fresh from his testicles. I didn't even know he took the pics until he sent them to me later. I look like hell, but I have already masturbated to them. I can't help it. All I can think about was him holding the back of my head and his dick fucking my throat. He used my mouth to pleasure his dick. I wish he would use any of my holes to pleasure his dick more often.
Okay. Ryan topped me off with sperm. I had him pump his cum in my ass. He has a good dick for ass fucking. It's long, but it's relatively thin. Its very nice shape makes it super attractive, and it simply feels good in my ass. I had him breed me a little bit because he likes to fuck my pussy. He says my clit feels amazing when it rubs his dick. But, I like his dick in my ass, and since I 100% own both the pussy and the ass...I make 100% of the rules. So I jerked his cock off with my asshole. Scott will have a surprise flavor when he tongues my sphincter later today. That makes me smile. I don't know why. I just like knowing I have the power to make him lick another man's cum from my stretched and still-loose asshole. I like it loose like that. His tongue slides right up inside my rectum. Very nice feeling indeed. Anyway, I need a good cleaning. I have Tony stopping by tonight as well. It's been a solid Friday so far, and only getting better. I'm just saying.
Ryan was fun today. He does still talk about us possibly being an item. I say to him, "What about Scott? You know, my husband?" He says I don't really love him, or I wouldn't be cheating on him with himself. I asked him if it was possible that I just liked the way his cock felt inside of me and nothing more? He said his cock feels good inside of me because I have feelings for him. I said if that was the case, I should marry Bob because his dick feels way better than yours. He got quiet. Then he stuck his dick in my ass and emptied his balls in my guts. I think he got the point. I'm seeing him again on Sunday. I'm supposed to watch football with him, which I hate doing, but he has friends coming over. I'm hoping some of his friends will be fuckable. We shall see.
Watched some ding dongs protesting something get arrested today. Daytona Beach doesn't play that silly game. They started yelling some dumb shit that the colors Red, White, and Blue stood for freedom, and they could protest where and when they wanted. Which they sort of do unless it's a cop car flashing Red, White, and Blue. Then, you might want to rethink your next move.
One thing I have learned in life. Teamwork is important. It helps to put the blame on someone else.
So, Bob turned me into a complete fucktard. He fucks me so good he's able to fuck with me. Why does he do that? Because he's a dick that happens to have a magical dick. Sometimes, the dick really is that good. His is really that good. So good that I went home with wet spots in my shorts from his sperm leaking out and told Scott that what once belonged to him now belongs to Bob. Then I masturbated in front of him and told him he could lick it clean one last time if he wanted to. He chose not to, but I came incredibly hard just seeing the look of desperation from knowing he lost me to Bob. You probably think I'm a horrible person, and I get that. But my pussy drives me to do things, and I'm helpless to stop it. I don't want to stop it. It's worth every second of trouble it gets me into. It's harsh to make a man that loves you watch you masturbate your cunt which is full of sperm from another man. It's harsher to tell him you are leaving him for the guy who pumped your pussy an hour earlier and then having a massive cum when you see his shocked face.
What I'm not telling you is that after I came that hard, I literally "came" to my senses. I'm not leaving Scott for Bob. I'd have to be an idiot. But I didn't lie to Scott. Bob had fucked me stupid. Again. For like the 100th time. I should know better. Add to that the fact that cheating, cuckolding, and humiliation is a massive turn-on to me...It's a perfect storm. I tried to explain that to him, but it took a while. Scott asked me not to do that to him again. I told him I'd try, but I couldn't promise him that. It's that dick attached to Bob. It makes me brain-dead. I was slightly worried I'd gone too far with Scott, but then a quick look at the tent his dick had made out of his gym shorts told me all was good. I grabbed his hard dick, called him a perverted bastard, and told him to jerk off in the bathroom and send me a picture of the cum. He asked me to rub it for him. I told him Bob still owns that portion of me and that he should be happy I'm even letting him jerk off. He went and jerked off in the bathroom. I got a text with a handful of cum a few minutes later. Happy wife...happy life!
Here's the funny part. I start cleaning up my cummy box, and Bob texts. He wants to know if I told Scott he was taking me as his own. I told him yes. He asked how he took it. I told him I made him watch me masturbate as I dumped him. I said he was devastated. He said that was good. Then he told me he was fucking with me. He wouldn't trade his wife in for me and said good luck with Scott and that I should let him know how it turned out. The jokes on Bob. Kind of. I will play along and act like it's a whole thing. I'll probably clue Scott in to make it even more fun. It will be like a joint effort on our part. But, in all honesty, I am also being selfish. Bob likes to dominate other men and sexually take what belongs to them. By playing Bob, I'll get more of Bob's dick in my guts. Scott will get to jerk off in the bathroom more, and I'll get more pics. I call that a win-win.
I have a date with Bob's cock today. I do so love Bob's cock. Bob, not so much. The only problem is his dick makes me stupid, and I end up falling for Bob. He makes me tell him I love him before he lets me taste his cock. I don't even hesitate. Now, I'm okay with all this. I love being so smitten by a man's penis that I obey his every command. It's a beautiful, sexy feeling. I do the exact same things to guys all the time. To the point that they might as well give me their birth certificate because I own them. It's hot to have that kind of power, and me being owned like that by Bob is even hotter. I can see why they would throw their marriages away. Cumming that hard and that much will make you see life differently. It changes you physically and mentally. When Bob tells me it's time to slip his cock into my guts, I immediately get a massive jolt of energy. I get in a fantastic mood and feel like I'm 18 again. All this is because of the anticipation of a dick about to fill my body with sperm. So do I feel bad for the guys I own because of my pussy? Not one bit. It's a beautiful feeling to be controlled by a dick, and I'm sure it's the same with a pussy.
I edged Tony in his beat-up car. His car smelled like oil. I don't think it's long for this world. I had to taste it before I rubbed it, and when I tasted it, I can't help but smell the dick. I love the smell of a clean but slightly musty cock. It sets something off in me. Kind of like Mandy's pussy, but replace the pussy with a cock. I think nature made us that way. I just don't hide the fact I like the smell of dick. Or pussy, for that matter. Tony's dick smelled delicious, so the burn oil smell was forgotten. Anyway, after I sucked the head of his dick and got it sloppy lubed with spit, I worked the head. When it dried up, I sucked it sloppy lubed again. He would tense up, lift up in his seat, forget to breathe, and grunt. Kind of a dead giveaway he was about to cum. So I squeezed his balls hard. It killed the impending orgasm he was about to have. He was mad the first time I did it. He was frustrated the second time I did it. He was starting to lose his mind the third time I did it. I thought this would be a perfect time to leave the car and walk away. Teach him a lesson for standing me up the other day. But as I was telling someone in my DM's, my curiosity got the better of me. I wondered if he would pump out a massive load after being edged so often. I had to know. So I started again, and when he got close to cumming I rubbed the ridge of the head of his cock so slow I was barely moving. I wouldn't give in and never picked up the pace. It must have taken him 5 minutes to reach that orgasm. He begged me to go faster and rub harder. Didn't happen. It just went on and on. His dick was bright red when the first rope popped out of the cum hole. He couldn't talk, made ridiculous sounds, and looked like he had a seizure. I turned him into a brainless chunk of spastic cum spewing meat. It makes me smile just saying that because it's true. He was so embarrassed. Not only was his dick bright red but so was his face. His cumshot was maybe 3 ropes of sperm at best. Just like he usually does. So I guess in the end, he wins because it sure looked like he had the cum of his life. He did have sperm all over his pants and asked me what he should do to clean it up. I told him to figure it out on his own, but he better do it fast because he was already late for work.
Some dicks feel better in your throat than others. Why? I don't know. They just do. Size is obviously a factor. The smaller the cock the better the blowjob I can give. Big dicks tend to miss out on so much because of their size. I'm not knocking big dicks, I love the giant fellas, I really do. I just feel bad I can't give them the same attention their smaller counterparts get.
Someone asked me if I hold grudges. I don't know...do I? I don't think so. In fact, I know I don't. I don't hold grudges. I make you irrelevant, and for some people, that's worse. It's easier for me. A lot less work on my end as well. I don't have to think things out.
My neighbor is constantly hitting on me. He is 62 years old. He looks a lot older. More like 72. I blame the smokes and booze in his case. He's heavy on both. But he always tells me 62 is the new 40. I nod my head and smile every time he says it. Anyway, he was complaining about a speeding ticket he got the other day. He's 62. And he was going 62 in a 45-mph zone. The irony is not lost on me. I asked if he reminded the cop that 62 is the new 40 these days. He didn't think that was funny. What really won't be funny is when AARP revokes his good driver discount.
Would you rather talk politics or let me stick my clit in your mouth and let your tongue do its actual job? Some of you would go for politics. The only thing I know for sure about politics is 100% of all Americans think 50% of all Americans have lost their fucking mind.
Mandy asked me last night if I could keep a secret. I absolutely can keep a secret. It's the people that I tell these secrets to that can't keep their mouths shut. She doesn't like living with her husband is the big secret. Don't tell anyone. It's a secret. Well, maybe not so much. It's kind of obvious. Mandy. What is with Mandy? Mandy isn't gay. She may not even be bisexual. I don't know what Mandy is. I do know she is annoyingly attractive. The problem is I have yet to decide if she is more annoying personality-wise than annoyingly attractive. One could undoubtedly outweigh the other. She tastes good. That's a plus. But she is horrible at repaying the favor. I think she is a dick-only person. And that's okay. I want Bob to fuck her. I want to treat him to her perfect body. She may have agreed to let Bob mix her guts up with his dick last night. But with her, who knows? She wanted me to come to Orlando today. That isn't happening. To much traffic, and 75 miles away. Besides, Tony is sitting on the sidelines with a 23-year-old erection, waiting to be de-erectioned. He stood me up the other day. I should lick his dick for about 10 seconds and then walk away. See how he likes that.
What could be better? A naked muscle MILF with a drooling pussy spread out on your bed, ready to do some serious dick damage. I certainly did some serious fucking yesterday. I'm doing pretty good for 56. Holding up well if you ask me. I'm definitely not as fast anymore. They used to time me with a stopwatch. Now they time me with a calendar, but that's okay. I emptied a dick in my pussy, my ass, and I licked Mandy spotlessly clean for 2 hours. Slow and steady wins the race.
My friend is marrying a guy I used to peg while I pulled his balls with a leather strap tied around them. His idea, not mine. Who am I to judge? Every time I see them together, he looks at me funny, like he's begging me not to tell her I gaped his asshole with a 12-inch black dildo while trying to pull his balls off. The deeper I went and the harder I pulled, the faster he would cum. I dumped him because of this. I didn't have a problem with it, but it's all he wanted to do. It's all he talked about. She sent me a wedding invitation that required me to respond. I returned my invitation with "Thanks, but maybe next time." She called and said that wasn't funny. I'm not sure I was trying to be funny. I guess I'll go. I might give them a 12-inch black dildo for a wedding present.
So I tried to make a porn. I ended up fucking and kind of making a porn. It happens. Shit just went wrong from the get-go. I couldn't get the Amazon position right. People don't get that the Amazon position has many variables that must be met for it to work right. I put a little of it in the video. The real problem was I got turned on, and making a porn was getting in the way. So I fucked him the way I wanted to, and this was the end result. I had so many more ideas of things I wanted to do, but my pussy had other thoughts on the matter. I have another video of him pumping cum in my ass after he fucked my butthole balls deep. It was a solid cum for the both of us. I'll put that up in a bit.
The couple I met with yesterday. They are super nice people, super into the swing lifestyle. They do all the vacations and cruises that swingers do. I'm just not into it that much. I like the thrill of the sex, not the interaction, so much afterward. I went to Hedo in Jamaica and found out that experience wasn't for me. I like to go home stuffed full of sperm and hang out by myself. I certainly don't want to go to breakfast with anyone in the morning. But, again. They were super nice people. They know "Mandy," which isn't her real name, but it will have to do for our purposes. She has a reputation around the crowd I was with the other night as clingy. Her husband is very jealous, which makes swinging an odd activity for them both. I asked them if the two of them were using me to play some sex game with me. They both said doubtfully. They told me a story about when she was seeing a couple in Orlando behind her husband's back. Her husband found out about it and called the other couple's wife's employer. When that didn't work, he sent screenshots of the couple he pulled off a swinger hook-up site to people her husband knew. Which none of that matters to me, and I could care less who he informs that I'm licking his wife's cunt clean. In fact, I would hope he would include a picture of his wife so I have bragging rights about how hot she really is. So...I'm going to keep licking his wife's cunt clean because, again, she is that hot. In fact, I will be doing just that tonight.
First things first...Ryan's dick in my ass went smooth. Really smooth. As in, I stretched it out nice and wide before he ever got here. I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. I'd been thinking about it a bit too much and jumped the gun and ran a small dildo up my ass, thinking that would tide me over. It didn't. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, I had my big fat one tunneling my asshole out into a canyon. Then Ryan showed up. He's not a guy swinging around a big fat dick. He's slinging a nice six, probably closer to seven inches, but on the thinner side. Not pencil thin but not thick like Scott or Bob. I think of Ryan as my number 2. Bob would be number 1 by a considerable margin...pun intended. Anyway, skipping ahead to when he slid his dick in my guts via my asshole, it just slid in. I could feel his balls smacking my pussy. He was that deep. He did an excellent job of breeding my ass, and he had no idea I wasn't feeling "fulfilled." He pumped me from behind for about 15 minutes and then let loose a load of sperm deep in my colon. I thought that was going to make me cum, and it got me just to the edge, but I just missed it. He was able to keep going for a few minutes, but then his dick popped out of my ass, all soft and floppy. I told him I didn't cum, and he asked me why. Guys...never ask that. When a girl says she didn't cum ask her what you can do to make her cum. That is the only acceptable answer. It's not the end of the world, but at least give her the option to tell you what she expects from you before you put your dick away. I told him the truth. I fucked my ass a little too much before he got there. He asked why again. What the fuck Ryan? Who gives a fuck why...just do something dammit. So took command of the situation, and I asked him to fuck my ass with my dildo and, if he didn't mind, maybe lick my pussy while he was doing it. I could tell he was insulted by that. He probably thought his dick wasn't good enough to make me cum. Which at that moment, his inadequate dick assessment was accurate. Not only was it soft and useless, it wasn't big enough. Granted, the size problem was my fault, but that's here nor there. For fucks sake, Ryan, just get me off! And then he did what I asked. I had to ask him to go slower and be a bit more gentle. I also had to nudge him to lick my clit because he seemed to be avoiding it. It's not like the dildo is a real dick. It's a tool. Thats it. Just like his damn tongue. Which is just another damn tool. You got one, so put it to work, Mr. And he did. And fuck if I didn't have an explosive orgasm. It was so good I was exhausted afterward. My ass was stretched so wide it stayed open and drooled what was left of Ryans cum. And my reluctant Ryan had a raging hard-on from successfully doing his manly duties. So, because he was a good boy, I let him fuck my mouth for 10 minutes until he poured a load of sperm down my throat. I didn't even taste his Viagra. Probably because he dumped his big load in my asshole. So, a good date with Ryan. Sorry about the essay on the whole thing. I get going and forget to stop.
I like it best when a guy pumps his balls sack empty in my asshole. I get asked all the time where I prefer a man to cum. The answer is always my ass. Why? I guess because it's sexy as fuck. It's hardcore. It's over the top, and it shocks people when they see sperm dripping from my asshole. I love all the above. I like people knowing I let guys pump their ball snot into my colon. I love the shocked look on a guy's face the first time he unloads in my asshole, and I tell him to watch it pour out.
Ryan is going to slime my rectum up with sperm today. He doesn't have much of a choice in the matter. Ryan will want to cum down my throat, but his cum isn't tasty. He takes Viagra, and I can taste the Viagra. It has a bitter medicine taste. I always know if a guy takes Viagra if he cums in my mouth. The flavor is undeniable. Viagra works its way into your jizz somehow, someway. I remember the first time another girl told me about it. I didn't believe her. I was dating a guy who used it and hated the taste of his cum, and I explained that to her. She knew what it was immediately. Viagra. She told me to chip off a tiny bit of his pill and taste it. I did. No denying it. The exact match for that bitter medicine taste. I love Viagra. Any guy who needs it should be sucking them down like water. Why wouldn't you? If it works, it works. What do I care? If the result is a hard dick...I'm all for it. Sure, I won't like the taste of your cum, but my asshole could care less about flavor. So what I'm saying is pop those blue pills without a second thought, and for fucks sake...don't hide them from me. If you have a prescription for them, give me a bottle, and I'll hand them out whenever I want to fuck, so there is zero guesswork. And yes, I like to hand them out at least 30 minutes before, if not an hour. I have found it takes a bit for them to work. Well...this conversation took a turn I didn't expect. I'll shut up about Viagra.
Finally, a good busy day today. Ryan's dick will be doing beautiful things inside of me, and I'm getting together with a couple from last Saturday night. See where all that takes me.
I'm looking forward to seeing Ryans cock today. I like the way it twitches when I rub that little spearhead spot underneath the head of his dick. I can circle the entire rim of the head of his dick, and it just makes him breathe hard. But...when I hit that spot underneath where the head of his cock V's up...his dick goes spastic on me, and he forgets to breathe. I like that. I like that a lot. I tried that on a few dicks the other night but with no success. It seems to be a Ryan thing. One guy got overly anxious Saturday night and asked me to quit playing with his dick and suck it. I can't help it. If you have a dick, it probably seems like second nature to touch it and hold it. I don't have a dick. When I hold one, it's always like it's my first one. When I feel it harden in my hand...that makes me a little crazy. When it's fully hard and starts jerking around, it hits the spot in my soul that makes me unable to let go. I have this undeniable urge to make it happy. And I get it in my head that I know what makes that dick happy more than the guy it's attached to does. Weird, I know. Things could be worse. I am certainly not complaining about my OCD with holding dicks. It has served me well.
Tony finally called me yesterday. It's been a few weeks since he has pumped some cum into me. He has a girlfriend now. I knew it before he even told me. These 20-somethings hook up with a chick, and they just disappear. But apparently, she isn't doing enough to keep his dick happy. He wants to get together today, but I already have too much going on. So I said Friday might work, and he seemed happy with that. Tony relayed a story about a party he went to last weekend and drank too much. He said he passed out and woke up with a dick drawn on his forehead with indelible ink. He was pretty angry someone drew on his head. I said, "How do you know they didn't trace it?" He didn't get it at first, but when he did, he hung up. He called back a few minutes later and apologized. I knew he would. He needs my 56 yr old pussy to drain his balls, so he has to be on his best behavior.
I want to stick Bob's dick inside me, but that isn't happening. I asked him to do me, but he has family shit going on. That pesky family of his. Gets in the way of my dick time. Bob is more agreeable lately, but that's because I'm involving him in my swinger stuff. He digs that. I don't blame him. It's been a fun past few weeks. Looking forward to more "swinger" stuff in the future.
Swingers are getting politically correct. They want to use the term Lifestyle Couples. Shut up. You're a fucking swinger. Own it. Lifestyle Couple. Sounds like a term for fruity ding dongs. Just saying. Someone asked me how long I was in "the lifestyle" the other day. I said what lifestyle is that? They got all like, "You know...the lifestyle." I said, "No, I don't know, elaborate." They got all hush-hush and said, "You know...the swinger lifestyle." I loudly replied, "Oh, how long have I been a swinger? Why didn't you just ask?" I probably shouldn't have been such a dick about it, but call things what they are and quit beating around the bush.
I have a guy who lives on my street who always walks around with a selfie stick. Today, he had it extended all the way out and up in the air, filming himself. He stopped and said hi when he saw me. I said, "What are you doing, taking a good long look at yourself?" He looked at me funny. He didn't get the punchline. My jokes often fall flat like that.
What's it like having grandchildren? You know when the donkey followed Shrek home and wouldn't stop talking? It's like that.
Guys think they corner the market by thinking about doing dirty stuff to women. Just as many women want to do even dirtier things to dicks with all their holes. Most guys don't want to know what their girlfriends are really thinking because it might not be about them. They might just be right. That's a good thing. At least, it is for me. Just saying.
Several people asked me about the other women at Saturday night's house party. They were the usual mix you would get at a swingers club. I would have to be politically incorrect to group them all up, but there were 4 or 5 I would have wanted to taste from the inside. Most of the women were there for the girl-on-girl action. I would also guess most of them wouldn't have been there if they weren't trying to make their husbands happy. I was approached for being the third in a threesome all night long by couples. I turned them down because I wasn't interested in that. There was too much willing and able dick hanging on guys I found attractive all evening long. Couples typically require me to take one for the team to get to the person I want. I rarely find both people attractive in couples. So, while all the women were busy dancing with each other, I was busy stuffing cocks in my holes. It's a win-win for all of us. I'm not saying everyone wasn't friendly...they were super lovely...in that Stepford Wives kind of way. I was the opposite of what most expected me to be, which worked out for all of us!
Mandy texted me all night long last night. Really can't figure her out. Hopefully, it's not her husband I'm texting with. If it is, she's in on it. I can't tell. Not going to worry about it. Anyway, she wants to come over again today. I said no. Told her I was busy. This is true, but I'm also waiting to see this couple tomorrow, who will hopefully fill me in on the scoop with her. I set up a date with Mandy on Friday, so hopefully, no serious red flags pop up between now and then. I can almost smell her perfect pussy. It's making more than my mouth water.
I met her, I ate her, she came, she ate me, I came. I guess you could say we are fuck buddies now. She will never get on camera with me, so that's a check in the "cons" box. In the "Pros" box, she is tight and right and smells divine. When I say smells divine, I am not talking about perfume. Her pussy, I don't know, has this slightly musty, sweaty odor that drives me fucking insane. It makes my mouth water the second I get a whiff of that box. It's not an unclean smell, and it's just a natural something that sets my own pussy off in a torrent of fluids. I cleaned her cunt from top to bottom and inside and out. She made me laugh when she came. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. I tongued her clit until she got all locked up and made weird noises. It was funny. I get it, though. I do the same thing. She was a bit embarrassed by it, but I assured her it wasn't anything to be shy about and that I plan to make her do repeat performances as often as she likes. Look, I admit it. She is probably the best-looking woman I have ever been with, and I have been with a few top-notch chicks. It's not a classic beauty, but it's a striking look she has. So...what is she doing with me besides getting her pussy taken care of? I don't know. Her official statement is she is drawn to my "open personality." She says I talk and say things in a way that draws her to me. But there are flags here. First things first, she is financially out of my league in a big way, as in she's very wealthy. She is massively educated, and the people she runs with would consider me the antichrist. She says she has a shitty marriage. Do I believe her? I don't know. I'm not sure she and her husband aren't playing a swinger game with me. Swingers do that kind of stuff. Especially rich swingers. I have seen it before several times. She could just be playing out her husband's fantasy, and I'm the one they picked to make that happen. Anyway, it's all good. They should just cum clean if they are. I'll still be her gay friend when she's around Daytona. Would I pass up a date with Bob for her? Fuck no! I like pussy, but I like Bob's cock at a level beyond my liking for pussy that it's not even a question. I'd share her with Bob, but she said no to other guys when I brought it up. Which, to me, is another flag that this all may be a fantasy game. I have an advantage, though. I am getting together with another couple from the party on Thursday. I told them I was getting with Mandy today, and they gave me that "uh oh" vibe. I asked about it, and they said they would talk to me about it on Thursday. None of this even matters because, all in all, I had a great time with her today. She said she wanted to stay, and I said she could, but she declined. She said she had to get home, or her husband would ask too many questions. I don't know what that's about, nor do I care. I won't get that far into things with her to get that involved. I can't gauge what is really going on, but something is. Hopefully, I'll find out more on Thursday when I get with this other couple. It sure seemed like they had some useful information about her. Kind of a boring story, but other than eating each other out, making out a little bit, fingering each other, and hanging out and talking, that was all we did 😜👅🍑💦
I have to take a break, I have a house guest, she's in a bikini, and if all goes well I will be inside her bikini. Life is good...I don't care what they tell you.
Never saw this ass fucking video before. How do I know? I just did it 15 minutes ago. Let me know what you think. I can't get past my three guys making me airtight Saturday night. It's all I can think about. What an amazing job they did inside my body. It was so good it makes me hungry thinking about it.
I have to make up a name for my new lesbian fuck buddy. I don't even know if she will be my "lesbian fuck buddy." I hope so, but thats up to her. She has no idea that I write about people I hang around with. It is best to use a fake name to keep the gang happy. I'll call her something easy. Mandy. Why Mandy? It's easy to type. "Mandy" is on the way. She texted me and told me she should be here within an hour. I'm looking forward to it.
I am going back through Saturday night in my head. One thing I forgot about was the guy with a big dick. It wasn't like Bob's dick, but it was big. I don't know who he was with or what his deal was. What I do know is he sat next to me on a couch bottomless. He knew his dick was big. He was showing off. So I asked him if he minded if I touched his dick. He was good to go. It was long and hard, and I rubbed the head with two fingers. And he came. Thirty seconds or less. There was an initial pump of sperm that hit his shirt, and the rest was a big hot pile of ball snot ran that ran down his dick and into his pubes. I like it when guys blow super fast. It makes me feel good. I like knowing he was so turned on by me that he couldn't stop his dick pumping cum for me. I wanted to feel it inside me, pushing my guts around, but I never saw him again after he got up to clean himself up. I think he left. I figured he would regroup and cum back for seconds, but I never saw him again. I was there until the following day, so he must have taken off.
Well, real quick, Mandy has arrived. She looks fantastic, she's in her bikini, and we will float around in my redneck above-ground pool. Her car seems a little out of place. It's a Jaguar, and it's new. It's parked next to my jacked-up Jeeps and Pickup. Quite the contrast. I bet her pussy tastes as expensive as her car does! I'll let you know 👅🍑💦
People were drawn to my clit last Saturday night. They are fascinated by it. I can't even count how many chicks touched it, licked it, and wouldn't let it go Saturday night. That makes me happy. I let more than a few guys explore it as well. I won't tell you any of them made me cum or even got me close to doing so. They didn't. But the mental turn-on added so much fuel to my fire that all I wanted to do was spread my legs, assume the breeding position, and get pumped full of sperm.
I licked a lot of pussy Saturday night. I enjoyed it, but I wasn't in a gay mood. I was in a very much of a hetero mood. Dick was on my brain. There was so much of it I had my pick. So, I somewhat snubbed the kitty-eating party that was going on. I think lots of swingers are drawn to the wives being bisexual, and they act it out as often as possible. Nothing wrong with that. I have been there and done that. I can be bi with the best of them. I have lived with girls. I almost married one. But a dick always got in the way. I'm drawn to cocks like a bug to light. No point in fighting it. I may very well lick a fine ass pussy today. I hope I do. I could spend hours eating this chick's pussy. But, if Bob calls, she's on her own.
Sometimes guys get curious as to why I like them to cum inside of me. I don't know. I guess one would have to have the female equipment to understand. I have an undeniable urge to be bred. Why should I fight it? My body craves the seed from a man's testicles. Feeling a man empty his balls in my guts is a deep-down ache. Some guys don't like to empty themselves inside of me. I'm not talking about variety or changing things up from the norm. They don't want to spend themselves inside of me. I'm sure some are worried I'll get knocked up, and I wish I could because that turns me right the fuck on. But I can't. I haven't been able to since I was 30. Probably a good thing because I would have a zillion kids by now. I think guys who don't want to pump a load of sticky ball snot in my cunt are worried about being trapped, or it's too intimate. Fuck that. If you aren't willing to drop a load in my box, I don't want to waste my time with you.
Back in the day when I was able to have kids...DNA testing wasn't a thing. That is probably a good thing. Just saying.
I had so much cock in me, on me, around me, it's going to take a lot of posts to get it all out!
The glory hole. What a fantastic idea that was. It was a bedroom with a door that went into a bathroom. The door had a hole cut in it looked like a master craftsman installed it. It had a shaped rubber boot, so it recessed at the bottom to make the balls accessible. I have no idea where one would get such a device, but I need to find out. They change the glory hole door out with the original one when they have these parties. That is a brilliant idea. The guys can walk into the bathroom from the second door to the hallway, so you never see them. Everyone else hangs out in the bedroom and watches. I sucked a tiny little cock empty and sent it back through the hole. I helped suck a decent-sized black cock, with another girl and cleaned its sperm off her face when it emptied. I bent over and fucked another dick until it pumped sperm into me, and the girl I cleaned the cum off her face cleaned my sloppy cum pussy with her tongue to cheers and applause. I jerked off another uncircumcised dick. I was so fascinated with popping the head in and out by rubbing it that before I could suck it, it shot cum all over my tits. I would have loved to eat it, but it was like water and just ran down and disappeared. So the remaining was toweled off. Every time a girl made a guy pop, we all cheered. The best part is that it wasn't just me making dicks happy. It was pretty much everyone. It's fun to have company when you are making cocks cum. Honestly, does it get any better than that? Who needs booze or drugs when you can do this all night long? Quick note: Bob immediately stuck his dick through, and I knew who it was. Just the size alone and the shape and bend of his dick was a dead giveaway. I refrained from shoving it in my body. I let several other girls all take a shot at it. One tried to suck it but couldn't get the head in her mouth. Another put in her pussy and fucked herself until she came. She didn't finish him. I thought that was a bit rude, but that's just me. The third girl tried to fuck herself with his dick, but she just couldn't get it right, so she gave up because she got a bit self-conscious about it. So poor Bob had to slip his dick back out without getting to cum. It's okay. He probably knocked up three different wives while he was there. I wouldn't be surprised if there aren't a few Bob babies running around in 9 months. Bob was a definite hit. He will probably ruin more than a few marriages in the months to cum. Good for him!
