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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Mum was still hard at. It with the Colonel and I was as horny as hell as I slipped out the house again in search of some more fun. I was now armed with a packet of American issued service condoms, a present from my new friends. I thought I would find Keiron, my erstwhile boyfriend, and let him have his first fuck with me but to no avail. I wondered alongside the brook and back in to the field. These bushes had seen more Anglo American couplings than you could shake a stick at since the Yanks arrived in the 1940's and you often found guys hanging around on the off chance of an encounter. I heard a rustle to my left and saw a man and a woman hard at it. He was pumping away at her white pussy with his large black cock, his trousers pulled down to his ankles and her skirt pulled up over her waist. It was Cal, the lying bastard, so much for being needed back at the base, fucking a middle aged woman. Her regional accent gave her away as a local and I could just about make out the face of Mrs Hurst, the grocers wife, she was going well and Cal was really working her over. She groaned and moaned as he fucked her. I was really pissed off with him and moved on until I could smell cigar smoke and walked in to a clearing and found a tall black man standing smoking. He was a Sargent, although I never really understood their ranks. He was grey haired, a small paunch appearing over his waistband. He was about 50, with greying cropped hair. I thought he had just been smoking but he was actually wanking himself off and I realised he had a view of Cal and Mrs Hurst. His cock was impressive, at least for his age, and I could see some crinkly white pubes protruding from his trousers. His shirt was unbuttoned and outside of his trousers and he had grey hair on his chest. He was much older than my father but I was fascinated by his cock. I stumbled in to the clearing and apologised for interrupting him. He did not bat an eyelid and carried on stroking himself off as he turned to me. He said hi. I was that aroused that I wanted this old guy inside me and walked over to him and took his hand away from his cock and replaced it with both of mine. There was no complaint as I stoked away at him before kneeling in front of him and taking him in my mouth. I undid his belt and released his trousers and they fell to the floor and I pulled his pants down, not easy with his cock sticking so far out of them. He pulled his shirt off. I undid his shoe laces and he kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his trousers and pants. He soon had my clothes off and I passed him a rubber and he pulled it down his cock. I lay back in the clearing and he joined me and mounted me immediately. His cock was lovely and thick and filled my pussy with delight. He stroked away slowly, long deep ones and took his time over his pleasure. I was losing control and came, I thought I had performed some kind of record today in the number of orgasms I had had, he was still stroking away, the cigar discarded. He kissed my lips, bit on my nipples as he fucked me steadily and with great skill. His grey hair stood out, and his face looked older close up but there was absolutely nothing past it about his cock and what he could do with it. Still he continued, my moans getting louder, my hands around his neck, my legs in the air and after what seemed the best 15 minutes of my life he came. He withdrew his still reasonably erect cock, pulled off the condom and wanked himself until he came over my tits and face. Thank God for Kleenex I thought. He stood up, dressed and walked off, lighting a big fat cigar by way of celebration. Good night Sargent I mumbled. I pulled my clothes on and headed home, catching up with Mrs Hurst as I did. A nice night for a walk I said and she smiled nervously and nodded. Have you been out here long she asked. Long enough I replied. She blushed and we walked home in silence until she said that Mr Hurst did not know about her 'walks' and could she keep her secret?
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