At Marle’s place.
Her lust for a younger man was primal, albeit the hunt for such a man interested in an older woman was nearly nonexistent. Marle had shoulder-length crimson hair styled in loose curls. Usually, Marle would visit the hairdressers twice a month for a good perm. Her eyes were a faint turquoise colour, her skin had a warm shade, and it was noticeable that she’d cake her face in so much foundation during her morning make-up routine. Black mascara was on point; pink lipgloss along with it, and very little red blush to brighten up her cheeks. Today, Marle wore a pale green boob-tube that exposed much of her cleavage, as well as a pair of denim jeans that covered her legs. 36DD breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, and a fat backside. Marle was around 39-years-old, dredding her 40th birthday.
After washing up some of the dirty dishes, Marle left these now clean plates on the draining board for the time being.
Knock, knock, knock!
She looked up, having heard a sudden knock. Marle sighed, drying her hands on the kitchen tea towel.
“Who could it be this time?” Marle huffed.
Upon hearing a knock at the front door, Marle walked into the hallway, and soon turned the door handle. Pulling the door open, turquoise eyes cast a gaze onto her niece’s boyfriend.
“Oh, I assume you’re here for the hair curlers Tristy ordered,” she mentioned, placing a hand onto her hip. Her other hand gently swept loose scarlet curls over her shoulder, and along with that, her busy hand pulled down her boob-tube a tiny bit more, showing the boyfriend her cleavage a great deal. “They’re just in the kitchen. Would you like to come inside and grab them? The box is just sitting on the table.”
After arriving at Tristy’s aunt’s place, Shane parked his bike outside. Shane was a few months into being 24. He was clearly a well-toned attractive male with warm-coloured skin and stood about five feet and five inches tall.
When Marle opened the door, Shane’s eyes widened. Seeing the 39-year-old woman’s revealing outfit, nothing was left to the imagination. Scratching the back of his head, he scratched through his brunette strands with a nervous look on his face. Shane felt embarrassed with how aroused he was getting in this situation. He loved Tristy, but he also had a thing for older women. Seeing Tristy’s aunt’s 36DD breasts almost about to pop out of that crop-top and those denim jeams hugging that thick rear, Shane was speechless. Just looking at Marle’s body was making his hung thick meat become hard with desire for the older female’s body. Then, after admiring her figure, Marle clicked her fingers in his face.
“Um, hello? Are you coming inside or what?” Marle snapped.
“Huh?”
Hearing Marle ask about him coming inside to grab the curlers, Shane nodded. “Uh…sure,” he replied, swallowing his own spit nervously.
Shane walked in passed her, purposely having his arm brushing up against her large breasts, feeling the warmth of her clothed bosoms on his bare toned arm only added to his arousal.
Once inside, Shane made his way through her home and into the kitchen as the aunt pointed out where the curlers were. When he found himself at the kitchen table, Shane didn’t see the curlers at first, he turned around to face Tristy’s aunt a second time, looking around for the curlers.
“I don’t see them in here, Miss Marle,” replied Shane.
Squinting her eyes, Marle’s face creased up for a moment. “You can’t find the curlers? They’re wrapped in a brown parcel on the kitchen table,” she replied with an angsty huff.
Feeling his erection pushing hard towards the lining of his jeans; this made it harder to keep his bulge hidden from Marle’s view. If they didn’t find the curlers soon, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it back for long if he stayed here. All Shane could think about was needing a release from Tristy’s smokin’ hot older aunt.
The weather was getting warmer with it now being May. It was scorching hot outside and Shane was sweating buckets. Hand moved upward, and soon wiped the sweat away from his forehead. Marle caught sight of this.
The red-haired woman approached the younger male, she grabbed onto his hand firmly, and then directed it towards the package that was resting on the table behind him. Turquoise eyes glanced down to the bulge in his pants, Marle tilted her head to one side.
“Oh…I see what the problem is, you’re hot. It’s boiling outside,” she mentioned. Pink lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Take your shirt off,” she insisted. “I don’t mind, really. You must be too damn hot from the sun outside, huh?”
Brown orbs widened, Shane’s breathing quivered. Shane watched her come into the kitchen and felt her touching his hand. It added to his arousal, just thinking about what Tristy’s aunt’s hand could do to the thick meat in his pants, and his manhood was aching to be freed from its fabric prison. Brown hues observed her noticing the thick bulge in his pants; she could see Shane was getting hard just by looking at her thick, revealing Maltepe Escort body. Very little clothes were clad on her figure.
“Nah, I’m good,” answered Shane.
After Marle gave Shane direction to the parcel, the red-haired woman approached the sink. She retreated to the remaining dirty dishes in the water, continuing on with the washing up duties. Turquoise eyes watched the washing up this time, all while a little blush dusted her warm-coloured features.
“You can stay round for a cold drink, if you’d like,” she explained, scrubbing a dirty plate with a sponge. “And you know, cleaning duties around the house. I wouldn’t want to let you go just yet. Give an older woman company, will you?” Marle advised, still smirking. The red-haired beauty purposely arched her back, thus giving her bubbly backside more of a toned exposure. “And you know…I did see you looking at me. I know what you’re thinking about,” she purred, still keeping her gaze fixed on the dishes. “So, are you staying here or what, handsome?”
“Uhm…” mumbled Shane.
Watching her at the sink, he could see that big beautiful backside being hugged tight in her jeans. Shane could just imagine ravishing that butt with his thick hard meat that continued to hide in his pants.
“I can stay for a bit. I’ll just tell Tristy it took a bit longer to find the curlers, is all.”
His brown eyes focused now on her more viewable bubbly backside. How he just wanted to pull down those tight denim jeans and smash that ass with his cock, blowing his thick hot load inside Tristy’s sexy aunt.
“Does it bother you that I am thinking about it, Marle?” Shane asked, moving closer to her, letting the bulge of his pants press against her bubbly backside. Soon he was leaning towards her, his chest pressing to her arched back as his hands rested near her own hands. “Do you….need a hand, Marle?” Shane checked, looking down to her older beautiful body, thinking he might not be able to hide his lustful hunger for her any longer.
“Oh? What do I need help with?” Marle questioned at first, shortly before she glanced over her shoulder to give Shane the flirty eye. “I don’t mind…of course not. Do whatever; think whatever.”
“Seems like quite a bit you need help with,” he replied in a soft tone.
At the moment when Shane hugged her from behind, Marle moved two hands downward, and went on to tear a hole at the crotch of her denim jeans. This tear revealed her dribbling wet vagina, as well as the slit of her ass. Brown orbs stared directly at the tear, and Shane could feel his manhood responding to the sight. Yep, they were both thinking about the same thing.
“Yeah…seems like quite a bit you need help with,” he repeated, gulping.
During this, Marle seemed to be giving Shane a choosing eye; it was practically impossible to ignore that greedy gaze of hers. Her arched back was sill present, and her pushed out rump was still pressing into his crotch. Marle could feel a lump pushing into her backside, quite obviously, his manhood. What a surprise! Her hands returned to the dirty dishes, finishing off the remaining crockery that was sitting in the sink. A lot of plates and cups were piling up on the draining board already.
“So, you gonna keep an old mare waiting?” Marle purred.
“Gonna keep an old mare-” Shane started, and then halted his words. He already knew what Marle was hinting at. What a greedy, red-haired queen she was! Those perfect, languid 36DD tits and that perfect, fat ass – Shane was going to finally touch her body.
Shane’s cock was more aroused to the point it was painful to keep it held back in the fabric of his pants. He slowly unzipped his pants, and then freed the thick meat. Eight inches of cock. Seeing he had it out, Shane might as well have some fun with it.
In seconds, a leg was lifted as the knee was placed onto the edge of the counter. A hand went in between her thighs, having a feel of that sobbing cunt. Marle bit onto her bottom lip, and she arched her lower back again, jutting her butt out at Shane. With one hand, he yanked down that crop-top, unleashing those two tits to his greedy groping hands. Grabbing a handful of bubbles from the washing up, he went on to smear these bubbles over her breasts, as his fingers then pinched a nipple. The other hand moved to her front, grabbing the other breast. His hands proceeded to jiggle her tits, squeezing those languid 36DD breasts in the palms of his hands.
Cock in between her bare slit, he went on to hotdog her crack while he pressed his crotch against those jean-covered buttocks. His lips suckled Marle’s shoulder, creating a hickey on the soft skin. Marle’s soft skin was white, smooth, and creamy. His hands jiggled those saggy breasts, proceeding to squeeze them tightly in his hands.
“Oh…fuck,” she cooed happily.
A neighbour caught sight of the scene through the window, seeing Shane’s hands bouncing those lucious breasts. It wasn’t only one bounce, or two, or three; Shane was jiggling those breasts repeatedly. Those Cevizli Escort drooping melons were receiving the love they deserved. Nipples were erect, milk ducts were open. When Shane’s hands squeezed those mounds, a tiny bit of milk seeped from the buds, drooling down Shane’s hands. Her tits were bubbly from the washing up liquid, too.
“Turn around.”
Gripping a fistful of that shoulder-length curly red hair, Shane encouraged Marle down onto her knees, facing him. He grabbed those floppy tits again, having them hug around his hardened length. Thumbs teased those erect buds, smearing the milk over her nipples and thick areloas. Her breasts naturally hung down just beyond her midriff, resting on her abomen. Those pendulous mounds were fat, soft, and supple. They cuddled his penis, able to cover the entire length. Marle could feel the veins of his erect cock against her skin, and these veins were pumping; she could feel his pulse beating.
Thrusting his hips upward, Shane rocked his hips forth and then back, having his cock stimulated by those creamy tits.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
A sudden knocking at the front door snapped the two fuck bunnies right out of their daze, Marle merely grumbled. A cheerful female’s voice yelled through the letterbox. This voice sounded high-pitched, squeaky, and eccentric. Tristy was quite the happy-go-lucky type of girl.
“Hey, Auntie Marle! It’s Tristy. Has Shane picked up the curlers yet?” Tristy questioned, giggling.
Green eyes widened when she looked through the letterbox, however, as Tristy caught sight of Shane’s cock receiving a titfuck from Marle’s 36DD pendulous breasts. Lips parted, a gasp escaped her mouth. Tristy swallowed her own spit nervously. Her laughing now had a quiver drifting through it.
“S-Shane? A-Auntie Marle?” Tristy wheezed, her green orbs still watching the scene taking place in the kitchen. “H-huh? Why?”
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At Shane’s and Tristy’s place, Marle visited.
As Tristy mopped the hard floor in the kitchen, she could hear sounds from the second floor just echoing through the atmosphere, as this repetitive sound ran down the staircase. Moans and groans bounced off the walls in the two-story house, as loud fleshy slaps of crotches seemed to continue endlessly. Marle was always stealing Tristy’s man, no matter what. It was no wonder, the thick red-haired milf had curves in all the right places while Tristy didn’t. The bedroom door was left purposely open, with Tristy allowed a sneak peek of what went on. It was almost as if Marle wanted to be watched, purely to let Tristy see how Marle milked out her boyfriend’s balls.
Marle kept her stare fixed on the open door, just waiting for Tristy to walk upstairs and take an eyefull of what was happening. The older woman continued to slam down on Shane’s cock, purposely making large, loud bangs on the double bed. One hand slipped in between her legs, as Marle went on to idly caress the swollen bean of her clitoris while she rode Tristy’s man’s cock. Her 36DD breasts jiggled wildly when she bounced, and so did her thick, juicy ass.
“Oh, yes! Fuck me harder, Shane!” Marle screamed out, whimpering loudly.
So, Tristy walked up the staircase, and soon, green eyes peaked into the doorway from the banister of the stairwell. Tristy tried to hide herself away. Green orbs watched those fat, pendulous breasts jiggling during each bounce. A hand slipped in between her thighs, beginning to feel the warm, wet crotch of her black trousers.
While Shane loved Tristy, he knew she would be sneaking up the staircase to peek through the door soon enough. Brown eyes were locked on Marie as the older woman continued to bounce on his cock that his girlfriend would never feel inside of her. Marle’s large, pendulous breasts bounced as her slit enveloped his entire cock with each drop onto him. He reached his hand forward, two fingers lingering on her clit to replace her own as she fucked his cock like his girlfriend never would or could.
He looked over to the door, hearing Tristy on her way up the steps which was just barely audible over the sounds of the slapping crotches happening on their double bed. They made sure to fuck on Tristy’s side of the bed so Tristy could lie where her boyfriend fucked another woman. That was the thing Tristy enjoyed most.
“Tristy’s going to be up here soon, maybe we- fuck, we should have her sit and watch,” suggested Shane, back completely flat on the mattress of the bed.
Shane glanced up at Marie, watching those loose scarlet curls bounce when she did.
Shane felt Marle’s pussy tightening up around his cock during the time his sentence finished and Tristy appeared at the crack of the door, clearly wanting to watch her boyfriend cuck her. He shot a grin in her direction and hoped she would see it like she did back at Marle’s house, when Tristy spotted Marle giving Shane’s cock a titwank in the kitchen.
“What…do you say?”
“Good, ’cause I want Tristy to see you cum inside my pussy. Maybe over my Atalar Escort tits, too, if I decide to give you another lucky titwank after this,” purred the greedy redhead.
Thing was, the sex was unprotected. Tristy spotted sweet juices trailing down Shane’s bare, thick meat. The juices drooled down the pumping veins, down his testicles, while Tristy watched those testicles slapping against Marle’s moist clit. Green hues cast their gaze onto those saggy, large 36DD breasts that were dancing in circles while Marle pleasured herself. Nipples were erect; the breast tissue appeared untouched, and those plump tits were just yearning to be grabbed. Milk ducts were probably open, too, and would be if those tits were squeezed.
When Shane’s fingers lingered on Marle’s swollen clitoris, Marle started to cream, and this single cream soon turned into a spray of sweet fluids that spurted from her g-spot. Her vagina squirted over Shane’s legs, as well as the white sheet that clad the mattress. Marle, the older woman, squirted all over Tristy’s side of the bed. Tristy caught sight of this, and she swallowed her own spit. If anything, Tristy was going to be sleeping in a sweet sea of a gorgeous red-haired woman’s fluids tonight.
“I mean, what if you got me pregnant? Would Tristy take care of the baby?” Marle questioned, biting down onto her bottom lip.
“Tristy would definitely take care of the baby; she wouldn’t give it a second thought,” answered Shane.
Brown orbs watched Tristy through the crack of the door, seeing Tristy watch the show. His eyes drifted back to the huge, round ass bouncing, jiggling on his cock. Shane gave it a firm slap as he felt Marle’s wet pussy tighten up around his cock. The creaming of her vagina could be felt.
“Fuck,” he grunted, oggling that fat ass. “You must be super turned on by this, aren’t you?” Shane questioned, hearing her moan out loudly. Shane let out a slight chuckle. “I think we should get her involved now; she seems to be getting fidgety. Maybe Tristy could sit on the floor next to us while we fuck? Then she’ll get to watch her precious boyfriend enjoy an older woman with a better body. I bet she’ll be drooling,” remarked Shane.
Raising his hand, he gave Marie’s ass another hard slap as the scarlet-haired woman continued to drop and rise again and again. He wondered what was coursing through Marle’s mind, but Shane didn’t care enough right now. Without warning, Shane flipped Marie on the bed, so the red-haired woman was now face down; ass up. Shane gave her another hard spank; harder than the one before.
“Why don’t you call her in for us? I’ve been wanting a good blowjob recently. I think Tristy could do that after I’ve finished in your pussy,” cooed Shane. “Time for me to blow my seed in your womb.”
“OH!” Marle squealed, responding to the hard spank on her fat ass. “Get Tristy involved?” Marle grunted, head resting on the pillow while her shoulder-length red hair now resembled a bird’s nest. “You mean…you want Tristy to service you while you fuck me? Hmm, I see where you’re coming from…and I do like the sound of it,” she cooed.
Now laying on her hands and knees. Marle’s rear was up in the air, all while her head rested on the pillow beneath her. Her large breasts hung, nipples brushing along the white sheet of the mattress. Her puckered anus was exposed to him, along with the slit of her moist vulva. A web of sticky juices coated her clitoris; the gooey type of discharge. Beginning to move her hips, Marle purposely made those creamy buttocks jiggle in his view, making the attempt to entice him inside her leaking vagina.
Grinning sadistically at the noise she made from his slap, Shane cooed into Marle’s ear. “Yeah, I want her to get right up and close so she can experience us fucking like animals in heat, first hand without being able to imagine what my cock would feel like inside of her.”
Looking at her rear, Shane ran his thumb through the cream before teasing the puckered pink hole and sinking his thumb in and moving it around a bit before pulling it out and sinking it back in with ease this time.
“How often is it you get to play with her pussy?” Marle snickered, pulling a devilish grin. “It sounds like Tristy doesn’t give you any sex, unless she’s dried up down there,” she added, purring. Marle placed a hand onto a buttock, giving her own ass a little smack. “How about we give Tristy a show then? Cum inside my pussy; stuff your thumb deep in my ass?”
“Oh, I never play with Tristy’s pussy. I have her service me in other ways; mostly blowjobs and handjobs. I do think she would have a tight pussy, but she doesn’t get any dick, only you do,” he answered.
He slid his cock in between Marle’s ass cheeks and began to just gently tease her tight anus with the mushroom tip; he had no intention of entering it without at least some consent beforehand. He merely stroked his cock along the crack, hotdogging her rear.
Seconds after Marle mentioned Tristy’s name, the pink-haired woman entered the bedroom. Raising a hand, Tristy brushed a few strands of pink hair out of her view, and then adjusted her black-rimmed glasses. Her other hand was placed on her hip. “What’s going on in here then?” Tristy checked, tilting her head to one side. “A blowjob, huh? Is that what you want, Shane?”