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Author’s note: These are the tales of my journey from an unhappily married man to a very sexually active single/divorced man. These stories are based on true events and relationships, although the quotes may not be verbatim. All events are generally stated as best as I can recall, with some embellishment or artistic license as needed, especially considering I am writing this 20+ years after the events of the first story. But the substance of each story is true.
I wrote these stories in chronological order but didn’t title them very well. If you want to read them in order you have to start with “Middle Aged Male Sex Chronicles 01” and follow them by date of publication.
Everyone was over 18 and everything was consensual. Names and places have been changed or “hidden” to protect identities and privacy.
You may see references to other people or events in my stories, seemingly out of context. I’ve written all my stories as a chronological account of my life after divorce, but each story stands on it’s own unless noted as a new part or chapter.
Pastor Ann and her husband Jim, the cuckold, had moved away years before to run a newly opened Methodist parish a few states over. Soon after my first dalliance with Jewel (see “Black is Beautiful”), I was at a local mall late one afternoon, getting a cell phone screen repaired, and killing time wandering through the various shops and stores that no one buys stuff at anymore.
From behind, I saw a smallish woman pushing a baby stroller. Cute, I thought, and paid no further attention.
Twenty or so minutes later, I bumped into this same woman in a store as we were both leaving it, and BOOM, it hit me, Pastor Ann.
“Ann” I said loudly, and she gave me a big warm hug. “How are you? Let’s sit down and talk if you can.”
She had the cutest baby, almost 4 months old she said. I asked about Jim, and the story was this:
Their marriage struggled. Ann was at constant conflict between the good Pastor and the bad girl slut. The problem was, she couldn’t be the bad girl slut with Jim. He saw how she was with me, and he wanted that — the horniness, the dirty talk, the cum slut. But she couldn’t turn that on with him in the bedroom.
So he left her, about a year prior, just as she found out she was pregnant. She didn’t tell him and still hasn’t, since he met a girl and was out of the country doing missionary work.
As we talked, I could see her shifting uncomfortably in her seat several times.
I asked, “Is everything ok?”
“Yes,” she answered, and went on to explain that her baby wasn’t really into breastfeeding, and she had already started weaning him off with formula, but she was producing a lot of milk and had to pump a lot to relieve the pressure. According to her mother, generous milk production kind of ran in the family.
“I either need to feed him or pump soon. My tits are gonna explode!”
Now, I don’t know whether I made some kind of noise, or I started drooling, or what, but Ann could tell that I was beside myself, and picked right up on where my mind was at.
With a sly smile, she asked me “Are you hungry?”
“Starving,” I answered.
Ann had moved back to marmaris escort town temporarily, taking a leave of absence from her parish ministry to raise the baby for a few months. She was living with her parents since Jim left, so she didn’t have any privacy anymore.
She offered, “If you’re free tonight, I could come over for dinner. I’d love to feed you.”
“Oh God,” I muttered, and my cock lurched in my pants. I could have come just thinking about it, had she kept talking about it.
We arranged for her to come around 7:00 after she was able to get the baby down for the night. Her mom would watch the baby while she was out.
Ann arrived soon after 7:00 pm, looking tired, yet radiant, as a new mother often does. I let her in the front door and took her jacket, noticing her full tits right away as she shed the light garment. As soon as I hung it up, I turned to her and grabbed her, kissing her full on the mouth and squeezing her ass.
Things got heated quick, and she said, “Boy you don’t waste any time do you?”
I said, “Well thinking about those tits all day has me crazy.”
“Same here,” she replied. “I want that cock in my pussy ASAP. And wherever else you want to put it. I haven’t been fucked in over a year.”
I led her through my living room and back to my bedroom. We stripped off our clothes as we entered my room, the sight of those big, milk-filled tits and ripe nipples making me delirious. I jumped on my bed naked, my cock threatening to burst already.
Ann grinned and climbed up onto my face, planting her pussy right down on my mouth. She had had a C-section, so her pussy was feeling no issues from the birth, and she appeared to be fully recovered physically. She ground her cunt against my mouth and moved her hips back and forth, picking up where we had left off years before.
“Yeah suck my cunt, eat that pussy and make me come, shove your tongue up inside me and fuck my cunt with your mouth.” Hearing this filthy talk from a woman of God was a huge turn on.
I got her off once before she spun around and engulfed my cock in her mouth. I nudged her up slightly so I could get to her asshole, and she accommodated me. I slobbered all over her ass and she devoured my cock, having me on the verge of coming, but I didn’t want that yet.
I repositioned her in between my legs, and she understood immediately, squirting warm streams of milk onto my cock and balls, using her hands to smear the cream all over my package. She then lowered her mouth to my dick and started sucking me like her life depended on it.
Ann hadn’t deep throated me during our prior encounters, so I was curious what skills she had. Grabbing her head, I said nothing, and didn’t ease myself I to it. Without warning, on a downstroke I pushed her head forward and thrusted my hips, jamming my whole 7.5+ inches right into her throat. She gagged and convulsed but didn’t resist, doing her best to swallow my whole shaft.
After several powerful thrusts, I was buried in her throat and she let me fuck her face as hard as I wanted.
I could have come, but I needed more of those tits. Moving her mouth off my cock, I grabbed marmaris escort bayan her and got her on top of me and rammed my cock into her pussy. She practically hit the ceiling with an immediate orgasm, then sat up on me. Her tits must have grown five sizes since I had last seen them. They were indeed ready to burst, with milk dripping heavily from them. I grabbed and squeezed, and milk shot forth like a hose.
I squeezed her nipples to allow her milk to drench me, then pulled her down to feed right from the source. I sucked several mouthfuls of her milk, then pulled her down to kiss me and share it, all while she continued to hump me like crazy.
I flipped Ann onto her back and pounded her frantically. I was in a frenzy, fueled by her milk and the sight of it dripping and squirting from her nipples. I placed her feet flat against my chest so I could squeeze her tits some more, then leaned forward with her ankles on my shoulders and gave her a serious fucking.
Ann was equally as frantic. “Oh yes fuck me so hard, use me, I’m such a slut, I’m so sorry, Oh God forgive me, I’m such a whore, make me come and shoot your hot cum on my face and in my mouth.”
Her dirty talk game was on point!
When I was ready, I pulled out, scooted up her torso and shoved my cock in her face. She grabbed it and pointed it at her open mouth, and shot after shot of hot cum hit her tongue and face while she continued to rub her clit and get off one final time.
I hovered over her, my cock dripping the last of its cum reserves onto her face as it slowly deflated, the head eventually tapping her nose as gravity won the battle.
Exhausted from the frantic buildup and release, I rolled off of her and laid next to her for a few minutes, our breathing returning to normal. Finally I rolled over on my side to face her, and she had a quiet smile on her face.
She hadn’t bothered to wipe her face, and I could see quite a bit of cum still clinging to her cheeks, nose and chin. I scooped some up with my finger and rubbed it on her left nipple, which was still dark and engorged, with milk threatening to burst forth again. I moved my finger in small circles, and grabbed more cum from her cheek and did the same to her right nipple, while she took over with the left.
Leaning over, I began to suck her nipple, tasting the delicious cum and milk combination.
I heard her whisper, “Please,” and, understanding what she meant, took another long pull on her nipple, scooped up some more cum from her face and fed it to her with my finger, then leaned in to kiss her, exchanging her milk and allowing her to enjoy the same cum milkshake that I just had.
Her reaction was immediate, her hips starting to bounce off the bed.
She needed more, and since I wasn’t ready yet, she begged, “Eat my pussy, please.”
I slid down her body and lapped at her pussy, her juices flowing freely. Ann raised her legs up and back to really open herself up, then reached down with both hands to spread her pussy open even further. Her cunt was wide open to the point that I felt like I’d be able to see her liver.
I sucked the meat of her marmaris eskort labia into my mouth and drove my tongue up inside her, then flipped her onto her stomach to eat her from behind and lick her asshole. I tongued her asshole and jammed two fingers as deeply into her pussy as I could, then jammed another into her asshole. I could feel my fingers wiggling against each other through the membrane that separated the walls of her pussy and asshole.
Her filthy mouth took off again.
“Oh God finger me, fuck me, fuck my asshole, gimme that big cock in my pussy and my ass, fuck me all night, shoot your cum in my pussy and my filthy ass….” On and on.
My cock hard again in only about 15 minutes (might have been a record — maybe the milk contains a hard-on vitamin), I raised up and slammed into her pussy from behind, reaching around to squeeze more milk out of her tits. I slapped her ass a few times, then pulled her hair and yanked her head back hard.
“Miss goody-two-shoes the preacher,” I taunted her. “On your hands and knees begging for my cum. What a slut you are, just a common whore aren’t you?”
I put my fingers in her mouth in a “fish hook” fashion and pulled back on the sides of her mouth, making it impossible for her to respond to anything I was saying.
“If only your pussy husband Jim could see you now, he’d think, ‘what a whore my wife is, getting fucked like a whore and loving it.’ Right? Does Jim know that you are just a two-bit slut? I’m going to pull my cock out of your pussy and line it up with your asshole. If you are a two bit slut, you’ll know what to do.”
I released her mouth and lined my cock up with her ass, which was still a bit loosened up from my finger minutes earlier. She didn’t wait for even a second, immediately pushing back and accepting the tip of my cock, then half my shaft, with the first push.
I grabbed another fistful of hair, yanking her head back again, and said, “All of it bitch.”
Ann leaned forward for a second, until only the head of my cock remained inside her ass, then shoved all the way back, my cock piercing her asshole and burying all the way until her as cheeks were against my abdomen. She let loose a primal, guttural scream than shook me, and we held there until her ass adjusted to the invasion.
After 30 seconds or so, Ann stated thrusting back and forth slowly, my cock coming out an inch or two further each time. Finally, she looked back at me and nodded, my instructions clear.
Grabbing her hips, I started fucking her ass quite forcefully, and she took it all. I pounded her ass quite mercilessly, slapped her ass, pulled her hair, and called her a two bit whore. Ann enjoyed the abuse more than I would have ever thought possible.
As I approached my orgasm, I told her to turn around and squirt milk on my cock as I came on her tits. She spun around and presented her chest to me, squeezing both nipples and releasing a torrent of milk, while I did the same and splashed cum all over the chest and tits. She released her tits and rub the combined cream all over her tits like a lotion.
Finally we collapsed on the bed, but didn’t stay there long because the bed was soaked and starting to get cold.
Ann got dressed and left, and we vowed to stay in touch and get together when we could.
We did get together several more times, but as these folks often do, she left for another ministry several states away, and that was the last I heard from her.
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