I might as well give up thinking about quitting it.
It's no use, I am still a junky. Soon as I see the old guy my legs become weak and shaky, and the silly little school girl giggles start as soon as he says something or shows me his boyish smile with his sexy and still white teeth. My head and whole body starts glowing and my pants get wet instantly.
So instead of telling him I can't do 'it' anymore I followed him into the bushes again. Something I surely didn't want to do any more, it's too risky at the edge of the city park. The bushes are barely hiding us...
There wasn't much time but he said he wanted to hold me tight for a while...
He held me tight alright, kissing me passionately for some minutes before he dropped on his knees, opened my pants and started eating my pussy out and kneading my ass and breasts. I went trough his long, thick and sleek hair with my fingers and pushed his head in my pussy even more, moving my hips around a bit.
When he got up again he opened his pants so that I could play with his impressive dick. I spat on it a couple of times, making it slippery. And he started finger fucking me with three fingers, wild moves, not just in and out, but also going up and down heavily. Oh, god, how I love that. I didn't have the chance of telling him how he could get me to squirt yet, but this was about it.
I stood there with my legs spread a bit, my pants still at my feet and felt it coming and thought about telling him to stop it. It would have been bad if I had to go home with soaking wet pants...
But I didn't have the 'strength' to do so, I only wanted to be 'opened up' more and more, becoming wetter and wetter. I was so horny I could melt and so I kept playing with his dick equally wildly to encourage him to keep going on instead. I could smell his juice while I did that, thinking 'I can't give him head or fuck him, the boyfriend will smell it on me'. And, 'he will be so amazed when the fluid squirts over his arm in a minute'. But just then he stopped it and wanted to fuck me. I never thought it would be possible to fuck me while standing up, with nothing to lean against. But he could, he could, I guess there are advantages of fucking a smaller man, a strong smaller man... He grabbed my ass firmly and pushed his whole dick inside me in one heavy push. It made me grab a branch behind him because I thought I would fall over.
But I didn't have the 'strength' to do so, I only wanted to be 'opened up' more and more, becoming wetter and wetter. I was so horny I could melt and so I kept playing with his dick equally wildly to encourage him to keep going on instead. I could smell his juice while I did that, thinking 'I can't give him head or fuck him, the boyfriend will smell it on me'. And, 'he will be so amazed when the fluid squirts over his arm in a minute'. But just then he stopped it and wanted to fuck me. I never thought it would be possible to fuck me while standing up, with nothing to lean against. But he could, he could, I guess there are advantages of fucking a smaller man, a strong smaller man... He grabbed my ass firmly and pushed his whole dick inside me in one heavy push. It made me grab a branch behind him because I thought I would fall over.
But he said, NO, don't hold yourself up on the branches, and I let go of it. He kept me from falling indeed, while fucking me like an animal, wild, deep and really hard pushes.
I felt like a rag doll in his hands, I could surrender my body to him completely, feeling each push of his wide dick until deep in my belly so well.
I wish I could have seen it from a distance, him fucking me like a gorilla, while keeping us both standing up.
And I was already impressed by his powerful fucking last time, but it seems that was nothing yet, and that he was right when he said he had nerves and didn't do so good.
After a while he was almost coming and started shouting a bit, which made me look around and I saw that some people had come and kept hanging around, looking at the statues. They came for him, he had an appointment with them to go somewhere, and they could easily see us.
So we had to stop it and he waited for a chance to get out of the bushes unseen, and I waited a bit to do the same some later.
I smelled of sex 'hours in the wind', as we say here, and so I went to the toilets in the park to try and wash it off my hands and neck and face a bit.
And to make sure I din't have any marble- dust hand or other prints on my dark clothes anymore.
When I came home the boyfriend was out so I quickly changed my wet panties. I was worried that I still smelled of good sex, but I thought what the hell, the boyfriend never finger fucks me, and he surely won't lick me...
He came home a bit later and started asking for sex the minute he saw me and didn't give up. Acting crazy and showing his erected dick to me the whole time, So, soon as I finished my dinner I joined him on the couch, He pulled out his clothes and kept lying stretched out on his back and I gave him a blow job.
And he... he suddenly decided to start finger fucking me....!
I was scared but the thought of him with his fingers in me so soon after the old man had done the same, and even fucked me, his smell still on me, made me go wild.
The boyfriend told me to keep sitting on my knees on the couch, my head and shoulders on some pillows and I felt so horny with my legs spread wide and soaking wet and more than warmed up pussy in the air, thinking what a sight that had to be while the boyfriend started fucking me. I felt so totally opened up, it drove me crazy. I fantasized about filming it all, the both of them. And about the boyfriend taking me in the ass while the old man would fuck me, filling up my pussy completely with his wide dick. I rubbed my pussy with my fingers while the boyfriend kept fucking me faster and harder and I came really heavily, which made him come hard also.
I stayed horny the rest of the night. Masturbating again and again while having these wild fantasies...
If somebody would have told me, at any point in my life, even only a month ago, that I would have a sexual relation with a twenty year older guy some day, I would have told them they are at least as crazy as I am, probably even more. My few experiences with 'older men', and they were far of from being as old as this one, were... mostly disappointing, let's say. I wasn't an easy girl... But I really can't believe this one, wow. Going to seventy and acting like a young wild horse.
He says that it's my fault, I do that to him. But I don't believe him. If he still has a libido like this, that can't have stayed hidden all this years of marriage with a barely or not in sex interested wife, can it? I'm sure he must have maintained it somehow. Almost sure, he's a weird one. Of course, I always fall for the weird ones, the horny and well endowed weird ones.
As proven again, I recognize them instantly...
He says he's in love with me. Already... I sure hope he won't start loving me weirdly...
Wow...I was bored, my model(s) cancelled the shoot on Wednesday, postponed it until Saturday, trouble at home, but I still haven't heard anything to confirm. Damned!
In the meantime we have what we call a real heatwave going on here, 31 to now even 34°C here in our region. I hoped it would help the temperature of the shoot!
See you!
