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The Legendary Mrs. Olsen
Date: 3/5/2016, Categories: MILF, Author: Adamgunn, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories
the g-spot in the same category as hobbits, he concluded that it must be the finger, and so he began to delve deeper and deeper, harder and harder, then he used a second finger and a third. Gayle felt her cavity being filled, not really enjoying it, and when it seemed he was about to put the whole fist in, she pushed him back, with a cry of "Enough." "How'd I do?" he asked, and Gayle replied, trying not to hurt his feelings, "It was okay." Curt had been sitting on the sofa, watching them and stroking his rod from time to time. Now it was his turn, and he motioned Gayle to come to him. She put her chest upon his, their lips met, and she felt his hard-on grazing her belly. One hand went to a breast, cupping it, teasing the aureole, gently twisting a nipple, and the other was at her ass, pulling her into him. This foreplay went on for a couple of minutes, then Curt twisted her around, until now she was seated, her legs spread, he kneeling, facing her. Once again, she was concerned she would be penetrated, but Curt crept down her body, first licking her earlobes and collarbone, then both nipples, then the navel, and then his mouth was between her legs. He licked at the smooth skin of the labellum, dipped his tongue into the moisture, then rose until the clit was inside his mouth and sucked. Gayle truly enjoyed this attention, and felt she was starting to come when he suddenly halted, went back to the canyon, where he was somewhat ineffectual. Again he sucked on the clit, again ... she approached release, again he went on to the other area. A third time he sucked, she was that close, and when he seemed to give up again, she cried, "Keep sucking," and he obeyed, and Gayle suddenly felt the blessed pulsing of a medium sized orgasm. This one lasted ten seconds or so, her nipples grew even harder, her toes curled, her breaths came in short, sharp spurts. "Did you come?" Curt asked, a little surprised. "I sure did, darling. Thank you!" And now, she decided, it was time for the final event. She wrote on the paper, 'Surprise Event, Tom:1, Curt 2', moved back to the bed and then thought about who should go first. She considered that these men had probably never had sloppy seconds, and didn't want to put one of them off by forcing him into it. She decided to solve the predicament quietly. "Curt, would you mind if Tom screws me first?" She could see a little disappointment wash over his face, but he recovered nicely, and nodded agreement. Tom swiftly approached her, crying, "Babe, you're gonna get it good!" He had her lie on the bed, and in no time at all was above her and between her legs, his tool at her fissure and then, with one good push, he was within her. She pulled his head down and whispered in his ear, "Don't come if you can, you can have me again after Curt. If you have to come, do it on my belly." Like all the rest of his lovemaking, Tom thought of himself as a piston. The strokes were deep, and fast, and, frankly, monotonous. Gayle tried her best to ...