The house is dead quiet. Door left unlocked again. I creep upstairs, heading to my room for a nap. Light spills from Antoine’s office. Strange grunts pull me closer. Heart pounds. I peek in. There he is, pants at ankles, fist pumping his massive cock. Screen shows a granny getting ass-fucked by a cabbie. Heat floods my pussy. I’m frozen, wet, ashamed. Phone buzzes in my bag. He spins, catches me staring at his throbbing meat—thicker than my late husband’s ever was. Faces burn red. I stammer apologies. He looks like a busted kid. But my eyes lock on that veiny shaft. Natural, I blurt. Everyone jerks off. He grins, shocked I’m cool with it. Katy would freak. I confess I touch myself too, old-school, with books. Show me, he says. Heart races. I sit close, skirt hiking up bare thighs. He asks my fantasies: outdoors, multiple men. Clicks porn. Girl by lake pisses, stuffed with carrot in pussy and ass, double-teamed. Hypnotized, thighs squeeze. He grabs my hand, slips it into his fly. No slap. I stroke slow. She gulps cum facials on screen. I pump faster. Hot spurts coat my fingers. Shame hits, but pussy drips. I flee to my room, lock clicks. Wipe cum, taste salt. Finger my soaked cotton panties, clit throbs. Pain lingers since hubby’s death, but this reignites fire.
Night drags. Repast tense, I bail early. Morning, Katy leaves. I corner Antoine in PJs. Show more films? His jaw drops. We ‘breakfast’ silent. He admits kink: skirt-clad woman squatting, fingering pussy, sucking cock. Crude words jolt me, but cunt twitches. I’m reviving, hungry. Sit close, robe parts firm legs. Threesome vid: girl sucks friend while fucked. My hand dives in, milks him soft. His fingers trail thigh, under panties—bald mound shocks him. Dip in slick lips, she spreads. I jerk harder, he unloads on my hand. Smile warmer, escape to taste cum off fingers. Scruples scream, but lust wins.
The Awakening
Katy kisses him goodbye, drives off. I slip in, lift sheets. He sleeps, cock heavy. Tongue flicks glans. No stir. Gobble deep, slow suction. Eyes open, he grins. Grabs head, thrusts. I slurp hungry. He yanks me up, robe off—no panties. Fingers plunge wet pussy, then ass. I devour harder. Warn him, he floods throat. Swallow every drop. Best breakfast ever. Now ritual: mornings, I suck till he feeds me. Some days, squat on face, his tongue devours clit, rims hole. 69s, he eats ass greedy while I choke on dick.
The Raw Act
Thumb circles my pucker as he laps pussy. Memories flood—hubby’s favorite fuck. His cock scares, too girthy. But I suck feral, gulp huge load. Plan surprise. Afternoon, he returns early. Door ajar, light on. Four paws on bed, skirt up, spread cheeks, finger ass. Surprise! He dives, tongue-fucks hole sloppy. Strips, huge cock ready. Gland nudges ring—pops in easy. I impale deep. Slow grinds build. Fuck my ass harder, I beg. Pound brutal, I scream ecstasy. Pull out, spin, suck ass-flavored dick. Erupt, cum overflows lips, chin drips. Laugh breathless. Five minutes, best ever.
Daily now: ass-fucked raw, hold seed hours. Vicious as hubby, magnetic pull. He suggests friend. Never done, fear excites. Meet Marc, gym stud. Nervous kiss. Sofa between bulls. Marc kneels, munches bald pussy. Antoine feeds soft cock. I squat, panties down, finger clit wide. Alternate licks, cocks harden. Firsts crash: DP stretches full, possessed. Brochette—ass cock, mouth cock, spit-roast pig. Double facial, squatting spent. Room reeks sex, savage. Crave more.