Old Ladies, Thongs & Swimming Pools

Maybe he needed to fuck an older woman.

As soon as this thought hit him, it was like he was running downhill, unable to slow down, unable to reassert control, unable to prevent the inevitable fall. As soon as he allowed the possibility to take root, it was already too late for him. And he knew it. He wasn't gonna get away. He wasn't gonna prevent the inevitable. Him and Doreen were gonna fuck.

But that didn't mean he was gonna stop trying to resist.

"Doreen..." he sighed, trying to fight back against her. But Doreen had the young hunk on the hook, and she wasn't gonna let him off now. As soon as his lips parted, she slid her eager tongue straight into his mouth, quickly overwhelming the married man. "MMMPHH!" he groaned loudly as the naked older woman slid her coiling tongue against his.

Greg couldn't believe it. Mere minutes ago, he was mowing his lawn, and now, he was making out with an older woman he barely knew. Not knowing what else to do, he responded to the kiss. Her talented tongue was mashing against his, completely overwhelming him, rendering him unable to fight back. It felt like her tongue was down his throat she was forcing so much of it into his mouth. He responded tentatively at first, engaging with her tongue as their lips smacked together, and her moan reverberated through him as they kept kissing, his body responding by upping his efforts. Even the slightest engagement rewarded him with pleasure, urging him to continue, to get into it more, to give himself over to the moment. As soon as he got more active in the make-out session she increased the heat tenfold, pushing herself against him, stroking his rock hard dick, encouraging him to surrender completely to the lust. And it did the trick, coaxing him to get more active, engaging her tongue, kissing back at her. This only made her turn up the pressure, knowing this would soon be leading to a whirlwind of lust. With her driving the ferocity of this kiss, she quickly turned up the heat to such a degree that their mouths were fully opened, lips sealed tight, cheeks hollowed, tongues in each other's mouths, fully feasting on each other in this nasty, lust-filled lip-lock.

Greg was almost beyond logical thought. He was so lost in the moment, so lost in the waters of lust, he could barely think straight. Trapped between the glass door one on side and the naked older woman in front of him, there was nowhere he could go but deeper into Doreen's web. Deeper into the moment. Deeper into Doreen's hot body. Both of his palms were now firmly planted against the older woman's round, full ass, digging his fingers lewdly into the firm cheeks, savoring the feeling of the warm, smooth flesh between his fingers. At the same time, they were so pressed so tightly against each other that they were slowly humping against one another. His clothed bulge grinded against her naked pussy as they made out, his dick clearly desperate to be inside her. She had removed her hand from his cock as soon as he began doing this, wrapping her claws around his neck to hold him in place. But at this point, he was so far gone that he wasn't going anywhere.

He found himself filled with a lustful energy he didn't know he had, using his hold of her to spin them both around so she was against the glass. She laughed from deep in her throat, never breaking the kiss, never loosening her grip over him, keeping him in held place against her. In fact, she only tightened her hold over him, wrapping one leg around him as they kept making out. This position allowed him free reign to really hump into her, doing so in a very lewd fashion, his cock grinding against the older woman's pussy, desperate to be inside her.

The sight of them together would not be a difficult one for an outsider to parse. If there were someone standing in Doreen's backyard, they would stare at the glass sliding door and see her big, round ass pressed against the glass, her light sheen of perspiration making her fleshy body slide against its surface. They would see a young man in front of her, making out with her furiously, his hands now against her meaty thighs, using them for leverage as he humped against her. They would see that round, full ass of hers flex as she humped against him. As their mouths wrestled with each other, they would catch a passing glimpse at their faces, revealing their coupling as an extra lewd one, a young handsome stud and a much older woman. But they weren't holding back, making out with a ferocity few could match. They were brewing up something explosive.

Doreen had him on the hook completely. His mouth was desperate for hers, seeking it as they made out like animals. Tongues in each other's mouths, spit swapping, their hunger for each other could not be slaked. And it was only getting greater. But now that he was on the hook, she wasn't about to waste it. Reaching down, she slid her hand right down his shorts, circling her fingers around his throbbing shaft, gripping it firmly, this first skin-on-skin contact making him jump in excitement. Unlike Greg, Doreen had control of the situation despite being between her partner and the glass. This move made him groan into her mouth, interrupting the moment enough to allow their mouths to part. Doreen slid her tongue out from the married man's mouth, and when his open searching mouth sought hers back out, she squeezed the root of his straining cock firmly, making him groan with pleasure, stopping him in place.

"No, no, no, babe," Doreen sighed, breathing hard, smiling, her lips swollen from the kiss. She began stroking the young married man's lengthy prick in his shorts, making his eyes roll back with pleasure. "I'm glad you want to make out with me so badly, but it's time for us to take this to the next level." She pushed him back slightly, enough for her to step around him, keeping her hand down his shorts, still maintaining her grip on his throbbing shaft. He kept his lust-addled gaze on her, letting her lead him by the dick as she turned him around. Breathing deep, she made sure she had his full attention as she resumed talking. "It's time for us to go in my bedroom," she began, squeezing his thick, meaty cock firmly. "I'll rip off your clothes," she added, squeezing his swollen dick again. "And then me and you are gonna fuck!"

These words cut through his daze. This... this had gone way too far. This was getting too real. He never considered the idea that things would get this far. They'd... they'd made out. He was a married man, and yet he'd locked lips with this older woman. And through it all, he'd barely even tried to fight it. He'd... he'd enjoyed it. He'd made out with this naked older woman with the ferocity of a horny teenager. And now, she was talking about sex. Full-on, hardcore fucking. He couldn't actually let things go that far. He couldn't give in to her, as tempted as he clearly was. He couldn't let himself cheat on his wife, especially with an older woman like Doreen. That was just another layer of wrong. He had to step up. He had to fight.

"Wait... wait!" Greg panted out, shaking his head. "We can't... we can't do this..."

"Can't do what?" she asked knowingly. "We can't fuck?" His cock throbbed in her palm at this, and she used her experienced touch to keep him on edge, squeezing his throbbing shaft again, giving him a slow, agonizing stroke along his length. She grinned wickedly. "Trust me, honey..." she began, giving him a full-body glance hungrily. "Me and you can definitely fuck! And believe me, we will absolutely be fucking each other's brains out very soon, just like you've been dying to!" she said confidently, stroking his cock under his shorts, turning up the pressure again.

"Doreen... no..." Greg sighed, trying to ignore the pleasure Doreen's hand was bringing him, but she was really good at this. His cock was literally tingling with pleasure. "My wife... Molly... I need to leave... I can't do this to her," he sighed, humping into the older blonde's hand.

"Oh, Molly?" she asked with raised eyebrow, barely suppressing a grin as she continued jacking Greg's lengthy cock in just the right way. "All that love for Molly didn't stop you from getting as hard as a brick over my hot body!" she stated, her fingertip tickling the sensitive underside of his cockhead. His eyes were closed as he tried to withstand this. "All that loyalty for your wife didn't stop you from staring at my big tits!"

Greg's lust-addled eyes opened wide, darting straight down to the older woman's bare chest. Her heavy breasts were wobbling lusciously as she stroked him, the sight quickly mesmerizing him. His eyes remained arrested by her stiff pink nipples dancing in the air as she resumed talking.

"That's right, baby, my big, round perfect tits!" Doreen said, savoring every word, continuing to stroke the young married man's rock hard dick. "I could have just stayed in the water..." she began, her pale, smooth, round tits jiggling, consuming the young man's gaze. He couldn't look away. "I could have just stayed in the pool, but I didn't. I wanted you to see them. I love letting hot married men get a look at the goods. And after taking one look at you, seeing how worn out and stressed you were, I could just tell that you really needed to see a pair of really big tits! I'd already gotten a look at your wife, so I knew a man in your position would really appreciate seeing them!"

He knew he shouldn't be staring, but once again, Greg couldn't look away. They were just so massive! And perfect! And soft... and smooth. His mouth was watering. As much as he wanted to deny it, part of him couldn't help but admit she was right. Despite not even realizing it at the time, he really did need to gaze at a pair of big fleshy tits.

"You do appreciate seeing them, don't you, Greg?" she whispered, his pre-cum leaking steadily from his cock, coating her busy hand. He didn't have the strength to look away from them at this point. He was transfixed by their sheer size and perfection. Relenting ever so slightly, he almost imperceptibly nodded, for the first time outwardly admitting the truth.

Greg liked seeing Doreen's big tits, even though she was much older than his wife.

But this small admission made her grin wolfishly, sensing her victory was close. Her hand sped up in his shorts, jacking his throbbing cock, wearing away his resistance with every stroke.

"Doreen..." he begged weakly. "But Molly..."

"Young men your age shouldn't already be settling down. It's such a waste," she mused, her hand a whirlwind as she jacked the married man's cock, her weighty breasts jiggling as she did so. Greg was mesmerized. "And if that ring on your finger didn't stop you from ending up here, desperate to fuck an older woman who is very much not your wife, then... does it really mean anything at all?"

In his current state, her words went straight through his normal defenses like a hot knife through butter, planting themselves deep in his fertile subconscious and immediately taking root. It made a twisted sort of sense. If his marriage was strong, if it meant anything real, if it had any sort of power... then he wouldn't be here. He wouldn't be in the clutches of a naked older woman, getting jacked off by her while staring at her big, round, naked breasts. He wouldn't have even come into her house, he'd be so protected. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he did want this, more than he realized. Seeing this realization dawn across his face, Doreen didn't hesitate for a second before going on the attack.

"You came into my backyard hoping to get a glimpse of my body, didn't you?" she said, firmly stroking his throbbing prick. Greg was so awash in pleasure that he didn't have the strength to deny her. And at this point, she'd torn through his denials so mercilessly that he was beginning to accept the fact that if she was saying it, it must be true.

"Yes..." he groaned, this idea now getting etched as a fact in his mind. She smiled wickedly.

"You knew I was swimming topless, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yeah..." he admitted, a jolt going through his cock as he said it. "I could tell through the water..." he added, so overwhelmed with pleasure that he couldn't help but babble on, adding more to the answer than necessary. He didn't even know if it was true, but if he'd ended up succumbing this much, it almost had to be.

"You could have just left, but you deliberately waited around till I had to get out of the pool, just so you could see my breasts... didn't you?" she asked firmly, squeezing the root of his cock firmly.

"Yes!" he groaned loudly, his dick coated with his own juices. His cock pulsed in her hand as he said it, his meat responding positively to these admissions, the waves of pleasure caused by her hand being raised exponentially to new heights. He almost lost his balance he was so overloaded. Her firm grip held him in place until he gathered himself, and it was only then when he knew he wouldn't lose control that she resumed her talented stroking of his magnificent cock.

"You were so obvious about it, haha..." she laughed to herself as she kept the young married man on edge. "Gawking at them, drooling over them, unable to look away. You are so dirty! I kept trying to cover up and go inside, but you just kept chatting me up and flirting with me, just so you could keep looking at them! It was SO shameless! Certainly not the way a happily married man would behave. Haha! But I couldn't help but respect how upfront you were being, so I gave up and just let you stare. You like looking at my body, don't you?" she asked softly, stroking his cock firmly.

"Yes..." he panted. He didn't even know what had actually happened anymore. His eyes were too arrested by her nipples to care. They were so hard... they were calling out to him. His mouth was watering.

"You were staring at my ass..." she said, slowing down her pace. "My pussy..." she added, slowing her speed down even further, driving him mad with her slow, tortuous teasing. He couldn't handle this for much longer, getting ramped up close to the edge and brought back down, and if she kept it up he'd go insane. "But I could tell that your absolute favorite part of me are my big breasts. Right?" she stated, her hand a sudden blur as she re-accelerated to a vigorous speed, her hand smoothly gliding along his impressive length. His body jerked in pleasure at this sudden change of pace. "You like my big tits the best, don't you? Don't you?"

"YES!" he groaned out, eyes clenched shut, his head rolling back against the glass as she stroked his big cock immaculately. If she kept at it like this, he'd blow his top, and he willed her to keep going. But as if reading his thoughts, Doreen stopped what she was doing and squeezed the base of his prick again, getting his attention, squeezing till his eyes opened wide.

"Do you love them?" she demanded, only resuming her efforts once she had his attention. And by attention, she meant having his eyes staring at her big naked tits again. And he was doing just as she wanted, staring at her breasts, her giant round boobs consuming his vision. Her hand resumed stroking his slick, meaty cock.

"Yes!" he replied, his throat tight, his body tensed up, a raw nerve poised to explode. His mind was completely flooded with lust. He couldn't resist. He couldn't lie. He couldn't think. He was driven by lustful need. All-consuming need.

"I could let you leave right now..." she said, removing her hand from his shorts with a flourish. In a daze, he humped forward, desperate for her touch. "Or you could stay here and get your hands on these!" she said, looking down at her breasts. Not that he needed any guidance, as he was still staring at them. "Do you want to go back home to your wife, babe, or do you want to get your hands on my breasts?" she asked. His mouth was drooling as he stared at Doreen's boobs. "Do you want to go back home and wait for Molly, or do you want to spend the rest of the afternoon sucking on my big tits?" she asked.

He'd resisted for so long, he'd tried to deny her. But here, at the moment of truth, when it came time to decide, he didn't even wait a second.

"I choose you! I choose your tits! I need to suck on your big fucking tits! Please!" the young married man begged desperately; his system so flooded with lust that he would assent to damn near anything. At this admission, Doreen grinned.

"Here, hon," she reached down, grabbing his wrists. In an instant, she brought his palms upward and slapped them against her massive tits, his fingertips now pressed against her ripe, smooth titty-flesh. Glancing up at him, she let her head fall back slightly as she jutted out her chest invitingly. "Just do what you've wanted to do since you met me. Squeeze my big fucking tits, baby!"

Greg didn't need the urging. He was so close to the precipice that even the slightest provocation would push him over the edge. He didn't have enough control of himself at this point to resist. So as soon as his palms were placed against the older woman's gigantic breasts, he couldn't stop himself. Before she even finished talking, his fingers dug into the soft, warm flesh of the older woman's mammoth udders.

"Oh!" Greg groaned from deep in his throat. Doreen's tits were amazing. So soft and smooth and full... The feeling of her massive breasts in his hands was an incredible sensation that he'd never experienced before. He dug his fingers into the expansive, pale udders over and over again, immersing them in her enormous melons, savoring the feeling of the silky flesh pouring between his fingers. He kept kneading her doughy jugs again and again, absorbed completely by this act, her nipples digging into his palms as he did so.

"Mmm, that's it baby... Squeeze my big breasts! Yes!" Doreen sighed, a satisfied heat in her voice, letting the married man have free access to her delectable jugs. "I could tell outside that you wanted to squeeze my fucking tits so badly! Fuck! You tried so hard to pretend like you didn't, but I could tell! Ugh. I can always tell when young studs like you want to get their hands on my tits! Yes! Keep doing it... ugh... just like that..."

Greg was completely absorbed in what he was doing. He couldn't get enough, digging into her heavy, massively-sized breasts. The luscious flesh overfilled his big hands as he squeezed them over and over again, the immaculate softness a new addiction he couldn't stop indulging. He'd never had any complaints about Molly's body before, but after feeling up this older woman's giant tits, he finally realized what he was missing out on. There was just something about squeezing a pair of huge, perfect tits that indulged a primal need inside him that he didn't even realize he had. He immersed himself in the act, letting his hands slide across the smooth, succulent flesh, appreciating their size, their weight, their perfect shape. He slid his hands along the outside of each breast and played with them, pressing them against each other ever so slightly, appreciating the way they pressed into each other. He then let his hands slide into her deep, cavernous cleavage, letting his fingertips slide against the extra-smooth titty-flesh located there.

"Yes..." the older woman sighed. "I can tell how much you love my tits, babe!" She then put a hand back down his shorts, gripping his beefy shaft. As he kept feeling up her giant boobs, his prick throbbed in her grasp, hard as iron, his body delighting in the pleasure her breasts were bringing him by getting harder than he ever had before. She resumed slowly stroking his granite hard weapon.

"Ugh... fuck..." Greg sighed, digging his fingers into her chest as this pleasure hit him again. The momentary pause from when she last had his cock in her grasp allowed the contents in his boiling balls to cool down. But with the added sensation of her big tits in his hands, her talented hand immediately turned up the heat back to its previously level. His head rolled forward ever so slightly, Doreen's stroking hand further eliminating any resistance he once had, his body clearly wanting to fall forward and immerse itself in the older woman's hot-as-fuck body. Seeing this, Doreen acted fast.