When I got there her skirt slash dress plus white slip were up high on her thighs showing the top of her nylons. I could see she had on a garter, white, white panties, and bare skin between her panties and the tops of her nylons…love that spotlight…thank you Clarke.
I love watching woman and make a point to look for details of what the woman is wearing. Sick but oh so delightful… In this case the lighting on her legs was perfect.
The young guy pushed her dress up again and she attempted to push in back down…were he summarily slapped at her hand… she pulled her hand back. He grabbed her legs behind the knees and lifted her moving her ass closer to the edge of the couch.
HE slipped his hand up under her and I saw white panties and a white garter coming into view as he yanked them off, and none too gently. I could see her bare ass and some fuss between her legs. Her nylons also slipped down her legs as her left her under-things all gathered about the knees.
Grace tried again to push her dress down to cover herself but once again the young man slapped at her hands. Grace pulled her hands back. They wavered in the air …I am sure she wanted to defend herself but I also thought after word, like the next day, that he must have hurt her hands.
He pushed her legs up and reaching behind himself he grabbed a cushion and slipped it under her ass…NOW I could see better…she had a nice cunt…Mmmmm. NOW I could hardly wait until he fucked that pretty cunt of hers.
I looked toward her face but it was in the shadows so I really cold not see the expression she had on her face… But, I surmised or maybe I hoped she was totally freaked out; since she was actually being raped.
I had sobered up with all this excitement and had one fantastic hard on… I wanted to run over there and rape her myself. Those older woman had morals. To get one of them would be so fucking cool.
BUT, I watched…safer.
He went down on her licking her pussy. I could tell from her movement that see was not at all into this… He rose up and moved her ass toward the centre of the couch as she lay length-wise on it. He and took her, just like that….not roughly as I had hoped for …., but straight in right to the hilt. She bucked adding to my excitement.
I watched this young man fuck this older woman for maybe three or four minutes before he cam- in her… Whence he got up, whispered something in her ear and left…walking right past me without seeing me…well there was the crated refrigerator between us.
I stayed to watch her struggle with what had just happened. She pulled her panties up and then her garter some; her nylons were not up as far as they should be. She pushed her dress down.
Grace lay there on the couch… I could not tell it she was crying or not… but I hoped so…that thought added to my excitement… God damn I was horny.
While I was finishing my drink and waiting for my hard to go down I noticed how big her feet were as she lay there. Funny I thought how I never noticed that before…
My hard was not going down so I quietly slipped over to the downstairs bathroom and jerked off. I had no choice… I was so fucking horny.
While I was in there Clarke came to the basement and found Grace…he fixed her up I guess and proceeded upstairs. In a few minutes he was back in the basement so I walked over from the bar to see what was what.
—What-s up Clarke, I said.
—Some young fucker fucked old Grace here…I kicked -em out; mouthy SOB-s.
I jerked off many a night thinking about Grace getting fucked in Clarke-s basement… I fantasized about getting her myself…getting her drunk, down in Clarke-s basement but only this time in one of the bedrooms so I could take my time with her… I even thought of drugging her after I got her into the bedroom. My planning was growing in complexity. I so did want to fuck that old lady. But, alas, Grace and her husband moved to Arizona.
About a year after Grace my friend-s wife was beaten and raped. She was hurt pretty good; that bothered me allot and my rape fantasies evaporated. I have changed.
Still, I bemoan that fact that I did not have the balls to walk over after that young fellow had left and take advantage of her…Sloppy seconds or not, I would have love to have fucked her.
…DAMN!
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I opened mine eyes and looked at the couple of the sofa. He had his arm around her but not over her tits. I looked at them for a while, then her crotch, and then I tried to sleep. I thought about Maggie.
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Maggie:
She is 14 years my senior… She is in her mid-forties now.
Maggie is short, 5 ft 2… She is one of those ladies who has strong legs with nice hips and a great ass. From her waist up she is slight. A small rib cage, slender arms, a decent pair a tits on her though, not big, just right for her size… Her skin is nice for a middle aged woman. She has a few freckles.
Her back is nice, square shouldered but thin in depth…her head is just right for her lower frame but slightly oversize for her upper torso. She has an intellectual look to her I would say.
Maggie-s face is heart shaped with some freckles. She has blue-grey eyes, not big but perhaps a little oversized for her face… Her eye brows are dark brown, her hair is light, almost blonde. I never asked.
Maggie-s mouth is perhaps a little small with thin lips, and well maintained teeth. Her nose is big and broad. Yet she is not ugly, Maggie is rather attractive for a forty something woman.
Maggie-s personality is over the top. She is without a doubt the nicest person, not just woman, that I have had the privilege to know. AS a hostess she is always looking out for her guests. And that is a varied lot to be sure.
She has become my friend, I have known her and Clarke for ten years plus. She is insightful, funny, can take as well as deliver a joke. She is as smart as a whip. She is a good listener and can offer advice without being bossy. Maggie is respectful of others, no matter what their circumstance and respected by all whom attend these parties and loved by most, myself included I suppose.
YES, Maggie is truly a GOOD woman and therein lays my problem for I want to dirty her. She has only ever been with Clarke and I want to taste that… I want to do things to her that she does not want done to her… I want her to look at me and feel a need in her crotch that only I can satisfy.
She grew on me over the years to the point where I fantasize about her. Yes, I am a dirty bastard and I know it… God forgive me but I love it so.
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Back to the morning after:
I awoke to the smell of freshly made coffee. I looked over to see Maggie in her kitchen cleaning up quietly.
She was wearing her house coat, pj’s and slippers…nothing special as you might expect from a woman of her ilk
— Morning Maggie, I said…
—Good morning, coffee-s ready Clay.
— Thanks Maggie.
I picked up my coffee and headed outside onto the patio to sit in silence and enjoy a morning brew, my thing. About twenty minutes later Maggie joined me followed within minutes by Clarke. WE talked away an hour more or less with refills. Some of the others popped out side to bid adieu while others left sheepishly with their heads hanging heavy…love these parties.