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  “Janet...”

  She pulls the sides of the t-shirt down. It's one of those flexible types and comes down slowly over the huge expanse of her breast. There's no bra underneath. I don't know why she was jogging without one, but I expect it has a lot to do with that fact that they don't make sports bras in this size.

  My fucking lord...

  I'm not a religious man, but this is a religious experience if anything ever was. I stare down at her huge breasts. They are perky. How the hell can they be like that at her age? She's over 40. Isn't it a fact that breasts lose their shape as a woman ages? How is it possible that an older woman can have this kind of shape after all these years? I totally have no idea, but my dick suddenly finds a few more inches.

  I stare down at it. How much bigger can I get? It's red with the amount of blood in it and there's a long ream of juices dribbling down to the floor.

  “Some guys who like my breasts like it when I do a certain thing,” she says. “Would you like me to do that thing to you?”

  “What is it?” I ask.

  She comes forward and brings her breasts close to my dick.

  “I put them around their cock like this,” she says. My dick immediately goes into the most warm and comfortable space that it's ever been and is enclosed. I lose sight of it because there's so much flesh. She shifts up and down.

  “I like to move quickly. Do you think you'll be able to hold out longer this time?”

  I doubt it but I say nothing and concentrate on only one fact: This is Janet and she's having sex with me. How the heck did that happen?

  The soft flesh of her breasts works up and down my cock. I admire her slim, muscular shoulders and cute face. There's wrinkles here and there, but these are the signs of time not of age. She has smile lines from all the good times that she spent happy and fulfilled. There are also some frown lines to say that the world hasn't always been good to her and then there's that twinkle in her eyes.

  This woman likes sex a lot. I can tell just looking at her. The obvious question occurs to me in that moment: What is going to happen to us over the week that my family is away? I'll be stuck in the house with this woman because I doubt she's going to go home once we really take this all the way. I have no answer, but, strangely, the thought gives me a new level of confidence. This is assured. I'm going to have sex with Janet. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. There'll be time to feel guilty later.

  My second orgasm is as powerful as the first. I pour load after load up into her comfortable space. She slips back and stares down at it glittering in the light of the early afternoon coming through the window. It's a stinky mess and her smile is excited.

  “You really cum a lot.”

  Her fingers roll through it and my dick jerks. I no longer need help getting hard. I think I'm going to need help getting soft at this rate.

  “Shall we go all the way? “ she asks. “I'm having fun, but it's time that you put that big thick dick in my pussy. I'm too horny right now for anything else.”

  She strolls over to the table, stops and yanks down her shorts. Her pink panties go with it. I stare. She's standing there with my cum making a long trail down into her fluffy line of pussy hair. She hasn't cleaned herself up in awhile, but it's still isn't a lot compared to some girls my age. I would say that she trims now and then. That's good because otherwise there would be no barrier to my cum entering her pussy. That would be bad for everyone.

  She leans against the table.

  “You are sure taking your time for a young man,” she say. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”

  I shake myself from my admiration of her body and stride to her. In seconds she's on the table and ready for sex. Still, despite her constant eager urging, I take some time to open her legs nice and wide and lick up and down the gorgeous lips of her pussy and work on the hugeness of her hard clit with the tip of my tongue.

  Janet groans and pushes me deeply into her. I smile as her moans get more and more filthy. It's good to know she likes this so much.

  After awhile I turn from my work to reach for my wallet, but realize that it's in my room.

  “I need a condom,” I say.

  She shakes her head.

  “You are not going to wear a condom with me, Keith,” she states quite firmly. “You are a man now and you should experience sex like a man. Have you ever done it raw?”

  I shake my head.

  “Then this is going to be your first time and I guarantee you'll like it.”

  She reaches down and opens her pussy lips.

  “You are welcome anytime.”

  It doesn't take me a second to get into her pussy. I ram my dick straight into the tight confines of her cunt. I know this is dangerous. My dick is covered in cum already and there's a very real chance that a woman of this kind of good health can still get pregnant. She doesn't have the look of a woman going through menopause. I could really get her pregnant. I wonder if that's even safe.

  “Fuck me, Kieth. Stop thinking about doing it.”

  I laugh. Yeah, I was getting caught up.

  Her pussy is tight and active. It clenches often as I strike into her from the front. She leans back and holds herself up on her arms. Those huge breasts bounce with my efforts. I have my hands on her hips and my fingers are digging into her rear. The table knocks up against my nuts now and then, but the pain is nothing to the pleasure that is flowing through me on finally having what I truly wanted after all these years. I take her hard and fast until I cum once more. This time I don't hold back and let it flow straight into her. She moans and smiles.

  “You gave me a lot.”

  I fall back, but my dick is still hard. I grab her in the daze that I'm in and spin her around. A line of white is flowing out of her pussy, but I don't care. I jam my dick back in and continue to fuck her from behind. Her gorgeous butt takes some hard punishment until, as miraculously as it seem when it happens, I cum and fill her up all over again.

  “Again...” She mutters. “So much cum... You are going to get me pregnant.”

  I fall to the floor and breathe. I can't stop my hard-on. I can't stop my desire. I'm 26 years old and I've never been this horny. I've heard about it, but never experienced it.

  She comes down to straddle me. Her hands reach down and caress my dick. It enters her and she rides me. I stare up into her eyes. They are so gorgeous. That spark is stronger than ever. I open my mouth and tell her that I love her and that I've always loved her. She smiles and says nothing and rides me harder and harder.

  “Don't get me pregnant,” she whispers just once before I cum. It's not a warning but an invitation. I think she wants the opposite.

  I cum hard and faint. When I wake up, she is rolling her fingers in her pussy lips with a ton of cum flowing out. Janet is squatting over me and I stare up at her pussy as she works her two fingers around on her rock hard clit. Her cries are loud and powerful and when she cums my juices are pushed out all over my stomach.

  “They came out,” she mutters angrily.

  I breathe. What is this madness? Who is this woman and where has she put my mother's sexy friend?

  She reach down and scoops it all up to push back into her pussy.

  “I like to be cummed in,” she explains. “It feels better inside.”

  I stare.

  “Are you really Janet?” I can't stop myself from asking.

  “100% yes.”

  I continue to stare. The woman I'm going to marry – this is her. I know that without a doubt. This is the one.

  A Happy Ending

  Back to now

  I place my dick in her ass and smile to myself as the memories slide away and Janet, 8 months pregnant and the love of my life, appears in my eyes. This woman... Our life together.... I ease my cock further in and thank the heavens that I have such a woman in my life. It was a long time in coming, but everything worked out fine in the end. My obsession, my woman: They are the same thing and I'm glad – so so glad – that I can be wit
h them both. A wonderful night awaits.

  I turn my mind to what is important. The sex is as good as promised and so much more.

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  Anal Beads With The Professor

  (Sexy M/F Teacher And Student Public Sex)

  Professor Harris won't stop teasing me. Everytime I think I'm close, he pulls on them – forcing me back down, taking me to a warm place where my rear burns a bright warm pink with the size of them.

  "You are not allowed to cum, student," he keeps telling me.

  I don't think I could with how watchful he is.

  Sitting in the first row, his spectacles glitter in the light of the empty lecture room. His vision is center on the pink in front of him where the two digits that are turning me almost red with pleasure of them are working around. Every prickle of sweat, heavy breath, wanting look is reflected to me in those polished surfaces. He never looks away and never gives me a break from his attentive gaze. I lick my lips knowing what hides behind the desk in front of him.

  "You are about to cum," he notes.

  A tug on the white string that is connected to his right hand index finger sends a shiver through my entire body. My large breasts jiggle slightly under the weight of my intook breath. His eyes never leave me.

  "You like to be watched, student?" he asks casually, knowing that such words will turn me on, "Is this really a respectable fetish for a young girl of your age attending such a prestigious school?"

  Professor Harris jiggles his finger. I was trying to sneak my fingers lower. This point I am touching is sending burning waves of feeling through me, but it is not what I NEED to really cum. He knows it, I know it, and he's always watchful for my attempts to touch it.

  A wiggle of the doorhandles that lead out of the room far up on the right sets us both to glancing back that way. I am on the poduim. My blond hair is splayed back on the large space and my legs hang off the sides. The muscle tone of my body is lost a little bit in my strong curves. I'm not skinny like some of the other exchange students from other parts of Europe, but the Professor doesn't like that anyway. That I am a little bigger is something that turns him on. Something that is proven by how violent he can become in bed when things finally progress that far – which they rarely do as he likes to do this during the day; actually, correction, he likes to do it BETWEEN lessons. The next one is due to start in 10 minutes. Whoever is up there is probably wondering why the door is locked. Why someone would need to do that at this time of day.

  I moan in excitement. My heart beats a little faster. I can see him smiling.

  "Looks like there is no more time, student."

  He stands. It's huge. My eyes nearly fall out of my head. Always he has a slight hang. However, the one trying to open the door has wiggled the door handle and knocked twice. They are OBSESSED with getting in. We could be caught. Caught any second. Someone will come and see me – young, 25 year old, of French descent Student – being banged by the massively hung Professor that is supposed to be teaching me morals (yes, Professor Harris is the school's Head of Morality Studies – aren't we naughty?)

  The man turns me. I stare back at his huge pulsing penis. It is bigger than I thought it would be fully erect. The head is so large that it might break me in two. Down below I am leaking juices all over his paperwork. That hand of his comes up and he spanks me firmly. Once, twice, three times, the sound of my butt taking the powerful slap of the back of his hand can be heard. The door wiggles again. Someone knocks. It is getting louder. They want in. They are worried now. Why is the door locked? That question must be so firmly in their mind, confusing them, making them want to push harder, to force the door – TO CATCH US DICK IN PUSSY.

  His piece slides into me. I groan in satisfaction. He grabs what is held tightly in my ass and yanks it up.

  "AHHHHH!" I cry loudly.

  The sound from the door stops. Professor Harris pushes in to the depths. I can feel the crinkled pink insides of my inner body opening and accepting his length. He pulls out and spanks me with his left while his right yanks on the thing in my butt again. I cry out over and over and cum in a warm rush of sensation over the poduim. My juices push out around his manhood. They litter his paperwork with little droplets as he grabs my hair and yanks it back to ride me more powerfully.

  "Pro----fess---or..." I groan.

  The clock is in front of us on the wall. Only 2 minutes. If he doesn't cum soon then we will be caught.

  "Not yet," he growls back, his face tense in his pleasure. "You are not done yet."

  His hands come to the tail hanging from my rear hole. It's a line of thick beads that are about the size of my thumb. I can almost count the number of them by the feel of the knobs inside. There are 5 this time. Five moments of pleasure. Five orgasms.

  Grabbing them firmly, he yanks out the first. I scream. My body tenses. Juices pour out. Another. Another. Another. The last waits. He is being hard on me. I came four times. My drool leaks down from my lips to the floor. I can just see the clock on the wall. 1 minute to class. The person at the door is banging on it now. They want in. They want to see my Professor of Morals teaching me immorality with his dick.

  Yanking the last one out, he forces his dick into my rear with a desperate need. I feel the first ream of gorgeous white juice pour in. My pussy responds by pushing out a massive wave of my own to mess his papers up completely. He holds it in until the clock strikes 10am.

  "Get under the poduim. You have no time to dress."

  I can't move. He lifts me off easily and pushes me underneath. I lie on my side looking blankly at the wall as he disappears for long enough to throw my bag and clothes in. I mumble that I'm tried and he disappears.

  Seconds later, I hear the sounds of grumbling voices, annoyed students questioning what was going on, that they heard a cry. The Professor sends them to their seats with no explaination. The other students – nearly 100 of them waiting outside to get in – would be surprised if he gave one.

  The man's trousers and shoes appear in front of me. He reaches down. I gasp when I see what he is doing.

  "Professor..." I whisper as he begins to speak.

  His dirty dick is right in front of me. I smell the very distinct scent of my ass on the length of tanned skin. He reaches down and holds it out to me. The thought of sucking that clean while nearly 100 of my fellow students listen on to his drawling voice turns me on. I reach to my butt as I hold out the big piece of flesh and suck on it as my fingers dig deep and draw forth his juices to play around my pussy and rear. I finger myself vigorously as I push more and more of that stank dick down my throat. It tastes so good. I choke on it and he reaches down to force my head to his pubic hair. I suffer like this for a full minute before he lets me up. My pussy lets loose another flow just as he releases me.

  "Ahhh..." I moan. My butt is leaking. My pussy is quivering. I'm spent.

  "Professor..." I mutter once before passing out.

  The student has been well used.

  Sophie's Book Note For The Older Woman I Couldn't Forget

  The MILF Series has been good to me of late. This book just flew off my fingers to the pages you read and more than a few others have come out much the same. It makes me wonder: Is my muse a MILF?

  Writing has its up and its downs. Sometimes inspiration is everywhere; other days you couldn't find it if you knew where to. It's an up and down thing.

  So, MILFs, many many MILFs. Look forward to much more in the near future. This is only the beginning. There is more to come.

  Sophie Sin

  Late August 2015

  Painting Mrs Henderson White

  Cheating Wives Series

  It was simple: Me, Jack and Mrs. Henderson. We'd pull the usual moves and get her to do all the dirty stuff we had planned up. Unf
ortunately, we didn't know as much as we thought. Young men often believe they know all there is to know about the world. How wrong we were.

  Introduction To Painting Mrs. Henderson White

  This book is filthy. Rarely do I get to lead in on one of our books like that, but this is the real deal: Dirty from start to finish. Readers with daring will find that it is quite the satisfying read and could fit quite well in the More MILF Series with it's older female character. This book will, honestly, turn your tonsils inside out and you'll love every moment of it!

  Also, because we love to give, this book includes Big Mass. It's almost the reverse of the first story in that the male character is older, bigger and wiser than the younger female character. He's also very hung.

  Thank you for reading Sophie Sin's work.

  Much appreciation,

  Kenneth Guthrie

  Editor & Publisher

  Lunatic Ink Publishing

  Painting Mrs. Henderson White

  “You two are always so helpful since Keith went to university. What would I ever do without you?”

  Me and Jerry glance at each other. We grin.

  “It ain't nothing, Mrs. Henderson. We are just looking out for our boy.”

  “Awwww... Such wonderful young men.”

  Truth: Keith doesn't know we are over helping his mum with their place. He'd be seriously angry if he knew what we were looking for.

  “It's alright. Want me to get back to painting the roof? It'll be dark out soon.”

  “If you wouldn't mind, Lawrence. I should be cooking us dinner anyway.”