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That would also be a downer.

“I have something else in mind.”

I didn't notice that she had a handbag until
now. It's sitting near the door on the floor. She reaches in and
pulls out a small clear bottle.

“Let me do your dick first.”

My grunt when she pours some on my cock is
loud in the car.

She massages it in and says, “It's just lube
silly.”

The woman then comes up and leans over me
and drops her red panties and pours some lube on one hand.

“Watch closely.”

I gulp as her hand travels to her pussy. Why
would a woman that wet need more wetness on her pussy – a pussy
that she's not even going to use?

Her hand travels even further back. I stare
into her eyes as she slides it further and further around.

“Where are you going with that...?”

The woman's eyes squeeze tight around the
edges. No... NO... SERIOUSLY, NO-FUCKING-WAY!

“Ahhhh...” she sighs. “It's a little tight
back there.”

“Uhuh?” is all I manage.

She slips up and brings herself over me. Her
eyes meet mine and she stops and smiles.

“Do you want to see my tits?”

I nod and smile like an idiot.

Her hands pull down the straps of the dress
that I would swear my life on that my ex-girlfriend wore that day
and rolls them down until her breasts pop out.

'Pop'. I seriously mean that. The don't
bounce; they explode. They don't jiggle; they gush. These things
must have been held back behind an iron curtain because when they
come out of hiding, they fill my face and leave me with no room to
breath.

“Suck the nipples. Both at the same
time.”

I'm like a puppet and her my puppeteer. I
grab both, find them sensitive and large and suck on them hard,
grinding a little with my teeth.

She moans and sinks down on my lap. I feel
one hand take my cock and push it back – far too far back – and put
it to a hole that is nothing like a woman's pussy. For me this is
the first time doing this. I've never done anal, but I'm starting
to think I'm going to like it.

When my dick slides in long and slow through
layers of resistance like nothing else, I groan like I'm about to
have a heart attack.

My body throbs. It's like every part of it
has been hit by one massive shocking wave of blood. I suck in air,
compressed by those huge tits and her lips on my forehead
whispering words of wickedness that make it even harder to keep my
head about me.

It's like I'm going to cum and nearly I
do.

Whiskey dick is what saves me.

No man in his right mind and with a love of
older women like what is growing in my heart right now could hold
against that ass. It's tighter than sin and probably pink and
pretty. There's something completely different about doing a
woman's butt. Is it the slickness of the lube? The oddness of the
formation of the muscles? How it contracts and squeezes and always
seems far too tight?

I don't know. I doubt any man could answer
either.

We all enjoy it differently.

And enjoy it I do.

She rides me as I suffocate in her breasts
with her staring down into my eyes with the most rapt expression of
enjoyment in her eyes. Her knees dig into my sides and my fingers
dig into her butt cheeks. That red dress looks incredible on her as
she fucks me silly with her butt. I briefly wonder what Wendy would
have been like in bed, but discard the thought. Nothing could be
better than this. This is my reward for waiting.

Five minutes of ecstasy later, her eyes roll
up and I feel a wetness on my lower stomach. She slips forward and
breaths hard.

“I came,” she admits.

These older women... they hold nothing
back.

I put her side on so she can rest and take
my position behind her. Her hair covers my face and blinds me as my
hips work violently.

“Can I cum inside?”

It didn't even occur to me to put on a
condom.

She nods and grips the seat.

For minutes unknown I
pound her ass with incredible violence. It's soft and supple and
wide and can take it, but I hammer it with a hardness that can only
come from wanting something so bad that it means more than words
like
I'm tired
and
My dick hurts a
little.

When I cum, it is magical. My first anal, my
first older woman, my first time cumming inside. Just how many
firsts can one woman steal at one time?

I lie there and leave my dick in her butt.
She doesn't shift about except to sink down my still hard length
and sigh in pleasure.

“
That's a lovely dress,” I
murmur.

I feel her shift in comfortable happiness
against my fast moving chest.

“
Thanks. I borrowed it
from my daughter.”

That stuns me. The looks, the dress, the
voice. Two plus two equals four. She couldn't be?

“
What can I call you?” I
ask after a time.

“
Mary.”

Her mother's name is Mary. I look up to the
roof then down to her and then lean back and let the smile that has
been waiting to come out since I suspected who she was a minute or
so ago.

“
Say hi to Wendy for
me.”

She doesn't even flinch.

“
I
will
Todd
.”

I tense. I didn't tell her my name.
She...

For awhile I laugh. She smiles over her
shoulder at me and gives me a long kiss. It's an odd thing to do
with your ex-girlfriend mum in a parking lot, but it won't be the
first time we do it – not by a long, long shot. Sometimes older
really is better.

This is one of those times.

Hot For Soldier

(M/F: Erotica Romance, Stud, Cheeky
Brunette, Trickery)

Kate Dane lies flat on her face, her black
sheets pushing into her face and the smell of the one that she is
pining over – Jake Brightman, her lover and boyfriend – filling her
nose. Around her the sounds of her family going about their lives
is a reminder of the one that is missing. If the Iraq War hadn't
happened then Jake would be lying here with her, his huge arms
wrapped around the younger woman's body, perhaps laying a kiss on
her forehead and telling her about his training at the base.

Reaching out, Kate grips the photo that fell
from her medical textbooks and turns her head to look straight at
it. It was a good day: Jake had an unexpected day off and came over
to visit. The photo of them smiling with an ice cream pressed to
each other's lips in the park down the road was taken by Harry, a
long-term family friend. It's off center because they were stoned
at the time. All the warmth and love that she felt that day fills
her. 2 years absence starting tomorrow, can she really handle
that?

A knock at the door makes her look upwards.
Sarah, her older sister, is standing there with a music magazine
under her left arm. As usual she follows the younger generation's
family tradition of wearing rock wear around the house (and often
elsewhere). She thinks her sister looks great, if a little red
around the eyes.

“
You ok, babe?”

Kate sits up. Sarah's eyes stray across the
photo sitting next to her leg. It's clear what she's been thinking
about. She doesn't answer. Kate doesn't need to hear it because
Sarah understands completely. She's not the only one with a marine
for a boyfriend.

Her sister comes in and sits down on the
edge of Kate's double bed and puts her magazine on her lap, the
woman's hands crinkling into it.

“
Me and Barry broke
up.”

Kate sits up straight. Sarah's back curves
and she rubs an eye. She watches her. What happened? They were so
good together. She asks these questions and Sarah explains.

“
He's going to be away for
2 years, maybe much more. The army life is what he wants. If we
were to get more serious than we already are, what do you think our
married life would be like?”

“
But you love him,” Kate
states.

“
Love isn't always enough.
I don't think I can stay faithful to him for 2 years and I doubt
that he can. We are that type of people.”

The younger sister's mind is on Jake. She
runs a hand through her medium length brown and shakes her head. It
would never happen. They are tight. Her sister and Barry are
different.

“
Are you sure about this,
sis?” she asks. “You can still change your mind.”

Sarah shrugs. Her reply is silence. Kate
slips up and wraps the woman up in her arms. They stay like this
for some time as tears fall one-by-one down to the magazine on
Sarah's lap.

“
What if this was your
last chance with Jake, that after this it would be all over,” Sarah
whispers, a sob punctuating it, “What would you do if you knew
there was no more time?”

“
I'd go see him and tell
him that it's not our last chance and that we will be together
forever.”

Turning around, her sister smiles at
her.

“
You know, it might really
be your last chance. Iraq is a war. They are going into
combat.”

“
I know
that...”

“
Then, why are you not
trying to see him? If I had the chance to do it over one more time
then I would have spent more time with Barry before we reached the
point where we needed to have a talk.”

Jake is on a ship out in the Los Angeles
Harbor. He is surrounded by soldiers and guards. Tensions about the
war have been high. her man can't leave the ship nor can Kate get
on it. With tomorrow being the leaving day, there's really not much
that she can do.

“
Think about it,” Sarah
says, standing up and making her way to the door. “It might be your
last chance.”

Kate surges through the family living room
towards the front door. Her mum, who is cooking lunch in the
kitchen, looks up as she passes.

“
Are you going to have
some food, darling?”

The young woman throws up a hand and grabs
at her jacket, pulls it on and rushes towards the door. Her
mother's brow crinkles, but she says nothing. Perhaps she
understands her daughter's situation well enough to know that a
little bit of strange behavior is to be expected.

Just as she reaches the door, her friend
Harry Trent steps through the door, holding a fashion magazine. He
jerks to a halt as Kate nearly runs into him.

“
Hey kid, where you going
in such a hurry,” the short, intellectual sounding man
asks.

Kate blinks a few times, coming out of the
trance that she was in and starts explaining.

“
You are going to see
Jake? Are you crazy? Those army guys have been arresting people who
come to protest the war. Think about what they would do to someone
who tried to get on one of their ships.”

“
I have to try. I can't
let this opportunity pass.”

Harry sighs and gives his friend a small
smile.

“
I was going to try and
put the moves on your sister, but I guess friends come
first.”

“
Are you sure? She's
single now, you know.”

Her friend shrugs.

“
Sarah will be impressed
if I can get you on the ship. I heard that Barry is out of the
picture, but I don't think she needs another guy right now. This is
all part of my genius plan to get into her life.”

The guy has been trying to do that since
high school with little effect. Probably the truth is that they
have never been single at the same time. Right now would be the
first time. Sarah definitely likes him. Kate is tempted to let him
have his chance, but needs the help more.

“
Ok, let's go. I'll fill
you in on the details as we go.”

This is never going to work. That was what
she said to Harry the moment that he pulled up to the Army Surplus
Depot in a small area near where Kate lives in his old beat up pick
up truck; however, here she is and it's working.

“
Damn you, marines!” a
woman screams at them, spittle flowing from her mouth and coating
the side of Harry's brand new camo shirt with his name stitched on
the front right breast pocket.

“
Back away,” one of the
soldiers protecting the main walkway where dozens of marines are
trying to make their way up to the safety of the ship from the
large trucks that have been unloading them for the last 30 minutes
that Harry and Kate have been working their way through the crowds.
No one backs away. The demonstrators are getting agitated. No one
has turned up to negotiate with them – to appease their anguish
that America is starting another scrap in a country that seemly
doesn't deserve it. Stumbling over the hard broken concrete of the
wharf area to the ship through these people has been an experience
that has been very challenging so far. Every time they think they
are making progress, someone will push them backwards towards the
large gray warehouse buildings that line pier 22 where Tropic 3,
the huge warship that will carry the troops over to Iraq, is
stationed.

Almost making it to the front this time,
they are pushed back this time by a fat man and an equally fat,
enraged woman that screams that they will never get on to kill the
children of Iraq. Harry tries to push forward, but this seems to
anger the protesters even more. Four large men turn on them. It is
clear by the heat in their eyes that this is going to turn nasty
any second now.

“
Step away from those
marines.”

A black man with a M16 pointed straight at
the leader walks straight through the crowd to stop behind the four
men.