Woody Allen
She was only twenty-two. She had a long, dark brown ponytail that fell behind her, and lovely thirty-six D cups. She was kneeling on the floor. I groaned as she took my fat, heavily veined cock and kissed it. She rotated her tongue around the pink knob that was the head of my penis. Her right hand cupped my balls as she did this. She seemed to be enjoying the feel of my hairy testicles, almost as much as I was enjoying her cupping them.
She swallowed my cock, and I gasped from the pleasure of her young mouth eating me. I could feel the stud at the center of her tongue against the shaft of my penis, as she frenetically ran her tongue from my balls to the head of my cock.
Her long brown ponytail whipped from side to side, as she had a very vigorous blow job work ethic, and rotated her lips and tongue around my cock and balls with maximum motion and maximum animation. I heard her slurping greedily, as though she were a hungry street mutt wolfing down the most delicious meal she’d been served after a week’s starvation.
Her long ponytail’s motion made me even more erect, and I heard her encouraging me down there when she realized that. I reached down and played with her breasts, crushing them with my palms, and pretending that her nipples were radio buttons that I could turn. She moaned into my balls, as she tea bagged me.
Then I heard the sound of a metal tumbler crashing against the floor. I jumped up and realized that I had been dreaming about her again. I could hear my wife Judy muttering in the kitchen, unhappy that she’d dropped the tumbler, and cursing. I grimaced. I didn’t really want to meet her just then, so I rolled over to the other side and tried falling asleep again.
When I awoke in the morning, I remembered that yesterday had been my fiftieth birthday, but I’d completely forgotten about it. I guess we stop counting once we pass the age of thirty. Whatever the case, as a fifty year old man with thinning hair and a stomach that would soon be called flabby, I know that women aren’t particularly apt to find me attractive. That said, the women I like are probably not even looking for an old man like me. You see, I am mostly attracted to girls between the ages of eighteen and twenty five. Perhaps that makes me a dirty, perverted old man. Perhaps, but truth be told, I don’t think it does. I can’t see anything particularly heinous about my particular sexual kink when compared to many out there.
I’ve been tutoring people on line and in person for years and over the years it has become more and more lucrative. Lucrative enough that I don’t need a day job and this is all I do. I am really gifted when it comes to aptitude tests, be they generic or subject specific. I can crack them like nobody’s business. It doesn’t matter whether it is the SAT or the GRE or the GMAT or the LSAT or the MCAT. I know the precise tricks, tips, hacks, mindsets, and routines that a student must employ to kick the examination’s bottom. That has made me quite a darling of students who want to know.
My wife, Judy, in sharp contrast, has been a secretary for the head of a department at a major medical center that shall remain anonymous for reasons that I am not at liberty to discuss. That has been her profession for the last decade at least, if memory serves. She’s been holding a desk job forever.
I knew a while ago that my dear wife Judy has been fucking someone else. We haven’t really shared a bed for a while. I don’t think either of us resents the other for this. It is a loveless and lustless and dare I say listless marriage, and we have decided that if either of us finds the perfect partner, the other will gracefully accept it and step out of the way. In the meanwhile, we are our own little dysfunctional family unit. It is what it is.
I have decided to let her keep her secret. She thinks I don’t know that she is fucking someone else. She doesn’t know that sheer accident lead me to an old and dusty mom and pop bookshop, which happened to be adjacent to a dilapidated apartment building. I fancied I heard Judy’s voice saying something urgently. I dismissed it as pure imagination, and then I heard it again. So I snooped around the apartment building’s ground floor, and discovered a window that was partly open, but where thick foliage blocked it. I hid in the foliage and peeped within.
Judy was on her knees, arms tied behind her back. She had a latex band tied tightly around her large, sagging breasts. Her usually puffy nipples had been oiled and were rock hard from whatever magical treatment she’d received here. Her blonde hair was uncharacteristically braided in one long plait that fell down her back.
There were two men and one other woman in the apartment. One of the men was white, with silver hair and a reasonably fit body for someone his age. He had a tan from too much time at the beach, and was absolutely clean shaven everywhere. His erect cock was around eight inches long, and was pushed against his stomach. His walnut sized balls were resting on the tip of Judy’s nose, and she was pleading with him to allow him to suck his cock, while he slapped her forehead with his cock.
I saw red for a moment - and remembered all the insane sex we’d had over the years, but then remembered that Judy just didn’t do it for me anymore. Then I went back to observing Judy’s other companions.
The other man was Latino and was colored like Dwayne Johnson (’The Rock’). He looked like the basketball player Tony Parker, except he was a little shorter. He was fully dressed in a formal blue shirt, and black, pin-striped suit pants. His tie was loosened and at an angle. The only odd thing, or not odd given the circumstances, was that he was sporting an enormous hard on within his pants, and it was poking out like a tent pole from them. He appeared to simply be observing and ogling.
The other woman was tall and was probably in her forties like Judy. She had a black latex outfit that had been pulled down so that her conical 36Ds were hanging out. Her brown nipples were also well oiled and rock hard, and she was holding a whip in her right hand. The outfit rode high and was tight in her genital region, so I saw a leather camel toe winking at me below. She had deep chestnut hair that was also dripping with oil, and plaited into one long plait that fell down her back. She had what could only be described as the most magnificent buttocks.
Over the course of the next hour, I realized that the silver haired man, Brian, who was slapping Judy with his cock was the husband of the gorgeous chestnut haired woman Gianna. The Latino guy was a friend or a neighbor who was there for the action. The couple dominated Judy first - and the husband fucked her throat and made her gag on his cock and balls. Then wife fucked her in the pussy with a strap on until Judy begged for mercy. Then they whipped the Latino guy, Hector and made him fuck Judy in the ass, while Gianna fucked him in the ass with a strap on, and Brian continued placing his balls in Judy’s mouth, or his cock inside his wife’s asshole. At one point he shifted from her asshole to Judy’s mouth, and made her realize where his cock had been. She grimaced and tried to push his cock away - but he forced it inside her mouth and made her gag on it.
After a good hour of this action, both men came and splattered their cum all over Judy and Gianna’s faces. Needless to say, observing all this action got me hot - but I knew my place. I didn’t want to be part of Judy’s life anymore, since things just didn’t work for us. So I went away fuming from there, and did my usual thing - jacking off while watching hot twenty something sluts blowing older men porn.
I realized later, after thinking about what I’d seen, that Judy had her own quirks, and wanted to be part of Brian, Gianna and Hector’s world - which was never going to be my world. So I decided to let sleeping dogs lie, and never broached the subject of sex with my estranged wife again. She returned exhausted in the evening, and to my query, said that she’d been helping a friend move. True that, helping two friends move semen from their balls to her face. But I wasn’t spoiling for a fight - so I nodded and things went on usual.
My life was carrying on in this lackluster way, when new neighbors moved into the house next to ours. It was couple and their kids - the Hardys. Jake Hardy was a cardiologist and Joan Hardy was a school teacher who taught elementary school, and like me they were in their fifties. They told me that they had two daughters - but I didn’t learn anything else about their family - although I did find a lot about stents and angiograms and general heart health stuff.
Judy and I were pretty decent at maintaining a facade, and being a couple with only the normal amount of dysfunction when others were around. ‘Normal’ people usually never mentioned our lack of children and appreciated our attempts over the years at raising foster kids. While we weren’t raising any at the moment, it did turn out to be very rewarding over the years.
As our new neighbors got settled in, I kept watching for their daughters. It took a while before I caught a glimpse of them. Dirty old man that I am - I noticed how hot they were before anything. There is a certain age when men and women are pheromone factories - and let off so much ‘love potion’ as I call it. At that age everyone looks just a little bit sexier and a little bit more beautiful.
These girls were gorgeous. The elder one was called Joy, and the younger Savannah. Joy was twenty, and Savannah had just turned eighteen. Joy looked like a very young Heather Locklear, and Savannah looked like a very young Carmella Bing. Both were gorgeous in very different ways. Obviously I started salivating the moment I saw them chatting away in their garden, moving things into their new home.
They were strong girls - and did their own lifting along with their dad and mom. A streak of independence ran through the whole family. I admire independent thought and action in people, so this only increased my desire to know the family more.
As the days progressed, we had a couple of more get-togethers with the Hardys - but their daughters were usually absent. My knowledge of cardiology and elementary education grew, and I fancied I could visualize all chambers of the heart, and what could possibly go wrong with it pretty well - and that I could teach this in a clear and engaging manner to elementary school kids.
Our third get-together was at our house on a Saturday, and Judy outdid herself and cooked up some Indian food. She made Saag Paneer and Chicken Tikka Masala and somehow obtained a heated stone grill and grilled Naans on it. She didn’t have time to make an Indian dessert, so we ordered in some Rasmalai from a restaurant in the neighborhood that had earned four stars on Zagat. All I contributed to the effort was setting up the chairs and tables and dicing onions and tomatoes.
It was delicious! It tasted far better than anything I’d ever eaten at that four-stars-on-Zagat restaurant. I told her that she should seriously consider entering the restaurant business.
A quick mental image of her setting up her restaurant, and then gagging on Brian’s cock while Hector fucked her senseless on one of its tables came to my mind. I was wiser just then, and decided to be nice. She no longer was turned on by me, and I was no longer turned on by her, and neither of us would ever feel jealous of the other’s sexual adventures anymore. The least we could do was to be friends.
This time the Hardys came in full force. It was our first time officially meeting Joy and Savannah. I was praying that the lust in my eyes did not show. I think it’s okay to lust after women who are around 18+ - even though they’d be considered the age of my daughter - but I think it isn’t okay to make anybody feel unwelcome, or to allow lust to be the only thing that determined my interactions with them.
We discussed all topics under the sun, but we spent most time speaking about their future careers. I found out that the two of them wanted to emulate their cardiologist dad and become doctors. That meant taking the MCAT, getting great GPAs and having the whole package when they did their med school applications. Joy had taken the MCAT and scored a 29 - and her dad wasn’t happy and she wasn’t happy. It was an okay score, but more was expected of her. A score of around 35 guaranteed seats in the schools Jake wanted her to be admitted to. She didn’t sound convincing when she said she wanted to join there too - but I didn’t want to open that can of worms. Ultimately they had decided that she would need a boot camp for the MCAT and would take it again in summer - which was couple of months away.
Savanna was going to take the MCAT the next year - and was paying close attention to what her sister was going through.