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  I just realized that I never told you guys about the youngest guy I’ve been with since my hubby died.

This boy (I’ll call him a boy) was 23 years old, but with a thick head of curly black hair and a cute cherub face that made him look sooo much younger.

He showed an interest in me, and after a bit of chat I was able to figure out that he had a crush on his next door neighbor who looked somewhat like me.  Well, I decided to use this to my advantage, and play out a fantasy of my own while he was getting his fantasy fulfilled.  I talked him into wearing a Boy Scout uniform (yes, of course it was specially tailored) when he came knocking on my door.  I got to play with my little boy scout, and he got to play with his naughty, teasing neighbor … we were both satisfied customers!

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Alright alright I chickened out. No pussy piercing for me.  Not just yet anyway!  I just can’t get over the idea of putting a needle thru my precious CLIT on purpose.  I mean I’ve had alot of stuff happen to my snatch in my 60 years.  I’ve had three huge babies (all 10lbs 2oz, 11lbs 8oz, and 12lbs 3oz)…   I’ve had two episiotomies, because my boys’ heads were so huge!  I’ve been fisted and double fisted. I’ve taken a man’s arm in my cunt almost to his elbow.  And I’ve had clamps and weights attached to my labia to make them streeeeeeeeeeetch.  So yeah, the Grand Canyon’s seen alot of abuse.

But the idea of a NEEDLE in my CLITTY!  Aaaaaaagh! I can’t do it.  I may be the adventurous type but I’m pretty sure I can go to my grave not regretting that I never shoved sharp objects thru the most sensitive part of my junk. 

Am I a coward?  Tell me what you think.  Is there a market for old hairy hags with rings on their clits??  Inquiry minds want to know!

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  Well, life has definitely changed around here.

Remember Jim that I mentioned before? … My son-in-law’s boss (and also an old high-school sweetheart of mine)? … Well, he’s becoming a regular visitor.  He loved our last session so much that he’s asked to see me from time to time in that capacity … as my own sissy-boy pet.

  He comes over and I stop him at the door.  I keep a little outfit in the coat closet for him.  I change it from time to time to keep him on edge, so he never knows what to expect.  He might be a french maid, or a Lil-bo-Peep … or maybe just wear diapers … who knows what next, but always sissify the little man.  This last time, I had him dress up in the Lil-bo-Peep outfit, even the curly golden-haired wig.  Of course, I kept control of the shepherd’s crook … couldn’t trust him with that.   I made him look all over for his/her sheep, and while looking, I used the crook to hook his frilly panties and pull them down.  I made him look waay low under the coffee table and surprised him with my strap-on that he’s growing to love.  While fucking him hard in the ass I have to admit I was turned on too … there’s nothing like having a sissy-boy at your complete disposal, to do your bidding as you wish.

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    I woke up with a craving for an egg and ham muffin the other day, so I hopped in my car and headed to my favorite fast food restaurant.  I was just wearing my bathrobe the way I usually do (it’s always fun to flash those pretty young boys at the drive-thru window), and suddenly noticed I was almost out of gas.

I swung into one of those Stop-and-Rob stores for gas, and had to go inside to pay.  There was the cutest little helper I’d ever seen behind the register, and fumbling in my robe pockets for my change, my robe just fell right open … and so did his mouth.  Well, I wasn’t going to waste a good opportunity, so I circled around behind the counter to help him out.  I grabbed one of his hands and slapped it right on my boob, then I wrestled with his belt and pants to get them down before he fully understood what was going on.  I dropped to my knees and started sucking his tool as deep as I could, and he started stammering something I couldn’t understand.

I had this young boy creaming all over my face in no time, but I wasn’t done.  I played with his cock and sucked some more until he was standing tall once more.  I stood back up, and leaned right over the service counter, my tits pressed into the cold glass top.  I spread my legs wide and pulled him against me.  As he started to shove that fat dick into my wet pussy I finally pieced together what he was mumbling … “bu..buu..but … th.. cam.. cameras”.  Fuck modern technology.  I didn’t care … I just grinned at the lens as he filled me up.  Once I drained his tank, I came back around the counter, paid for my gas, wrapped my robe back around me, and headed out the door to fill my car’s tank. 

I totally forgot about breakfast.

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Just because I’m an old bat in my 60’s doesn’t mean I don’t wanna feel young.  Sure I will never get back the vigor and the elasticity I used to have (last guy who went down on me had to stop and ask directions back when he was done)… BUT… I still like making my kitty pretty.

I’ve been thinking of getting one of those clit rings or labia piercings the young gals have.  I was messing around with this young chickie, my grandson’s babysitter, the other day (young girls aren’t my usual thing, but she was looking particularly fuckable in her little shorty shorts and thong panties peaking out the back).  She has a bunch of piercings all over, her nose, her eyebrow her navel.  So of course i asked where else she had piercings.  “Well four in my labia, two per lip, and one thru my clit.”  I said THIS I GOTTA SEE.  She was more than happy to show me.. she isn’t a shy girl at all, and I guess you can’t be too shy if you’re willing to let somebody shove needles thru your privates anyway.  So she showed me her pink.  Completely shaved with all five rings just like she said.  I asked if I could touch em, and she said sure… so I start tugging on all of them asking does it hurt?  does that hurt?  She squirmed a bit in her seat saying no but she was about to get turned on in a bit.  I told her not to fight the feeling and continued to flick the clit piercing back and forth… i watched her shudder and squeak and sure enough her little pink cunt began to flow…. 

At that point it got kind of uncomfortable so I suggested she get back in her drawls and head on back.  Paid her her babysitter’s fee and told her I was getting  a clit ring next week just to show her.  She said “YEAH RIGHT now that I gotta see!”  I didnt really entirely mean it at the time.. but the more I think about it… well how much longer does an old nag like me have left anyway?  I’ll only have so many chances to be spontaneous.. honestly I think my biggest challenge will be finding a piercer who is willing to climb into my cave to do the job in the first place!   We’ll see!!

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  Wow, my daughter owes me BIG-time now.

M y daughter asked me to pick her husband up from work because she was busy at the kids’ school, so I kindly obliged and headed over to where he worked.  No sooner than I showed up than one of my high-school boyfriends pops his head around a corner and goes “Connie? is that you? You look great!”  Well, one thing led to another and we exchanged phone numbers and promised a date for old times’ sake.  Just as he was getting ready to walk away, my son-in-law shows up and goes “hey, boss” to my ex boyfriend, then “ready?” to me.  I grin just a bit of a grin as I see Jim’s confused look while I walk out with Paul.

That evening, Jim called me up and I could tell he was still confused.  After messing with his mind for a bit, I explain that Paul’s my son-in-law, and that we’re still good for the date.  Relieved, he set a date for that Friday night.

We went out on the date … visited a bunch of our old hang-outs and talked about how they’d changed.  Then he brought me back to my place, where I had a bit of a surprise waiting for him.  See, I remembered that while in high school, he liked it when I played with his asshole.  Well, now I had a new toy I was sure he’d like.  I invited him in and we started some heavy petting on the couch like we used to.  Once he got down to unhooking my bra, I made the excuse to go back to my bedroom for a bit.  I came out with an 8″ strap-on in place, stroking it like a man would.  Jim’s eyes popped right out of his head, and he couldn’t wait to turn his ass up high in the air for me.

Running my “dick” up and down his ass, I started making him beg for it.  Finally, once he was pleading, I asked “and will you give Paul a promotion at work, you little sissy-boy?”  “Oh god yes!!” he screamed, and I shoved the fake cock into his ass.  Butt-fucking him, I kept talking nasty in his ear until he shot all over the couch.  Funny, I just remembered this was the same couch from high school that I had gotten from my mom.  There were probably cum stains from way back then still on it somewhere.

I kept my mouth shut over the weekend, just to see if Jim would live up to his word.  Sure enough, yesterday my daughter gave me the great news … Paul got a promotion at work!  I was so happy for her I couldn’t let her know how he got it just yet.  Maybe tomorrow.

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As an ebony loving, black cock stuffing, cumguzzling old white whore it goes without saying that I love me some black men.  The darker the berry, the whiter the load on my belly I always say.  Thats why around this time of yearI like to kick off the first part of the new year with a good old fashioned anonymous interracial fuck.

Usually I get dressed up in my sluttiest looking old white lady gear, see thru silk top, short denim skirt no panties of course, and a long expensive looking coat, waaay underdressed even for the mild Southern winter, and I wander the “bad” side of town as though I were lost,  looking for whatever tall young black buck that might be of assistance to me.  Once  the young teen boys see a bowlegged white bitch stumbling down MLK blvd looking confused and frightened they figure maybe  it’s time to ask her if she needs a ride anywhere.  Miss Helen is always so grateful, because she’s been wandering for what seems miles, trying to find her friend Gladys’ house on foot.  Miss Helen gets in the nice young black man’s “hoop ride” I think they call it, and places her hand gratefully on his strong muscled young thigh and feels the firmness of it underneath his baggy jeans and she winks.  Then she directs her kind young Samaritan to the general area where her friend lives… yes THIS street looks familiar… I could have sworn her house was around her somewhere… maybe over there behind that parking lot?  the one with the back alley.  Yes… thank you young man, you are so kind for taking the time to help a dotty old white lady find her way around the neighborhood.  Surely you will let me repay you somehow for your time….  just pull over here and let me think of something…

MMMMMMMM….  last year I had the pleasure of two young brothers (actually brothers not just “brothas”) who let me repay their generosity in the backseat of their Impala.  Hottest two-holey action I’d had in a long time.  They both came inside me, zipped up and pushed me out of the car and pulled off.  NOT very hospitable I must say.  So of course I had to hitch a ride home.  A kinder older black man this time… he was more than happy to nibble and nuzzle on my itty bitty titties as we sat in front of my garage.  When my husband came out of the house tho he became very nervous and that was the end of our fun.   But it’s all about the adventure you see.. the journey…  Now… where are my thigh highs again?

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Okay - so.  My secret admirer has overstayed his welcome.  We have had sex up one side of the trailer and down  the other.  I’ve even used the dildos on him … while making him wear the panties on his head!  He doesn’t care, he wants it all.  His farting, stinking belching self trying to get real used to my little home - DAMN! I don’t see how I ever stayed married to my husband as long as I did.  Men are pigs!  I’m going to have to get down and dirty with this one, I just know it … gonna have to train him how to behave or suffer the consequences.

Take last night for example … I had him prancing around the house naked as a jaybird, the only stitch of clothing he had on was a pair of panties over his head.  I grabbed him by his nutsack, and giving a bit of jerk, I told him to do as I say.  He stopped cold and was real attentive while I made him bend over the dining table.  I greased up that strap-on he sent, then wiggled a greasy gel-filled finger up his ass.  He quivered, but didn’t say a word as I pushed that strap-on up inside of him.  I started rocking my hips back and forth, fucking his smelly ass and he opened his mouth to say something.  “Uh-Uh” I said, and just lightly touched his fragile sack that was just swinging right there, so available to me.  He closed his mouth and didn’t say a word.  After I was done with him and let him loose, I saw what looked like a tear trickle down the side of his cheek, and I almost felt sorry for him.

This morning, though, with him snoring away in bed, hogging all the covers … yep, I could just yank that ballsack again, just for the fun of it.

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