Real Life Story: My Delicious Landlady 7
My Delicious Landlady
Janet was just sprawled in the bath with the water running all over her huge lush body, head thrown back and eyes closed, panting like a horse and self-servicing like crazy. I could see the milk running through the fingers of her left hand and down her elbow as she squeezed her left bosom, and tugged the Tip.
Her giant thighs were thrown wide open with one leg hanging over the edge of the bath tub, her toes curled in sweet bliss and her massive booty spread open and all aquifer with insatiable lust. The fingers of her right hand were all inside her K!tty-Cat, soaked to the wrist with oozing juices.
Her female core was swollen and bulging red like it wanted to burst. She didn’t even notice me come in and stand over her; so deep was she in the throes of her private Fun. At the sight of her like this, my joystick already engorged to the limit, began to tingle as if electricity was shocking it. My heart rate doubled, pounding loudly in my head. I put some saliva on my fingers then reached out and rubbed the raw tip of her clit.
Her eyes popped open and she screamed, cumming convulsively and sending a powerful squirt jetting up from her K!tty-Cat to splash against the ceiling and everything else in the room. I was covered in it and the heavy, sweet smell of K!tty-Cat filled the bathroom. She finally stopped shaking and turned to look at me incredulously. Her eyes were glazed over like someone just coming out of a deep trance.
I quickly joined her in the tub and her eyes fell on my wood-stiff equipment nodding harder than ever. I sat on one end of the tub and pulled her to her knees, as she reached for my d!ck and began to coat it with a mixture of Well juice and bossom milk from her hands. When it was all covered and rubbed in she commenced to lick it off, then she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked it like alypop.
She mouth-bleeped my d!ck for another ten minutes while I squeezed her jugs and teased her Tips, getting milk on my hands and giving it to her to lick it off my fingers from time to time. By the time she was done my joyst!ck seemed even longer and thicker than I had ever seen it. I noticed how she was now reaching down more frequently to tug at her Well and I realized that her K!tty-Cat was still on fire and needed some hosing down.
I had just the kind of hose it needed. I got up and pulled her out of the tub then urged her out of the bathroom towards the double bed. I held her from behind, her head craned backwards to find my lips and lock onto them with hers, my hands hefting her large firm heavy bossoms and tugging her long thick Tips, my joystick head finding her deep butt crack and feeling jolts of electricity as her soft butt skin on both sides of the cleft rubbed the glans up and down as we walked towards the bed.
I pushed madam Janet face down on the bed and knelt over her trying to decide where to start from. She was dripping wet and oozing pure lust from every pore on her body. Her huge ikebe was all marbled and inviting.
I slid my right hand into the crack between the cheeks and started stroking the skin tantalizingly. As she began to breathe faster, I worked my fingers towards her Kitty-Cat and started rimming it with firm rhythmic strokes.
She spread her luscious thighs wider and raised her buttocks higher as I worked my fingers deeper into her drenched Well. Meanwhile my left hand continued to squeeze her left bosom and tease the hard swollen Tip.
My joystick was now like a log of wood. Totally engorged and erect and nodding madly to the rhythm of my pounding heart. It was thickly ridged with swollen veins and as hard as mahogany. I raised madam Janet to her knees and hands then grabbed each buttock firmly in each hand, spreading them wide open to make way for my rampaging schlong. I thrust deep into her fever hot K!tty-Cat and heard her release a startled gasp of pleasure.
I bleeped her deep and HARD, canine style with all reckless abandonment, slamming away violently. She just kept rocking back and forth, keeping time with my thrusts as her moans kept increasing crescendo.
After about 5 minutes of canine, I rolled her on her back and entered her again from in front. This time I just maintained and proceeded to romance her very well. I started with a long slow limpid juicy French kiss that almost drove her crazy. Being enfolded in the warm mounds of her abundant body was like being in s3x-heaven. I could feel the raw lusty energy surging through my body and I knew I would Bleep this woman until exhaustion took me.
I licked her ear lobes and probed her ears with my tongue, hearing her moan uncontrollably. My lips trailed down her neck and up one giant bosom to latch onto the large erect Tip. I started to thrust in and out of her Well with long slow strokes of my 8 inch rod slowly at first then gathering momentum as we bleeped. She came again and again muffling her garbled lust drenched screams against the pillow. That was one night to remember.
We woke up several times during the night to Bleep and suck each other to climax then nap for a few hours then Bleep again and again. At some point we ended up on the rug, with her Well right over my face and my tongue sucking on her swollen clit as she sucked my d!ck.
We fell asleep there when we were done. I woke up to hear her peeing in the bathroom so I went right in after her, pushed her over the toilet seat and bleeped her until she came. On one occasion I woke up to find her on top of me riding my dick wildly like a maniac.
Na that night I sabi say true true, joystick get him own mind. The following morning we were so exhausted that we didn’t wake up until almost 11am. My joystick felt as if a panel beater had worked on it. We managed to shower together, sandwiching-in one round of s3x in the shower, then we got dressed and checked out.
She dropped me off at the junction because I had some things to do in town before heading home. She also didn’t want us to be seen together coming home after leaving together the previous. As I went through my duties for the day, I could not help thinking “what next?” for how long was this going to continue?, Or was it over? Maybe she just needed to scratch a really sweet itch and having done that had moved on.
Afterall she was still my land lady and could kick me out if our affair became an uncomfortable memory. I just had to wait and see where it would all go. I got home very late that evening and noticed she was already in but I did my best to not attract any attention to myself. I quietly retired into my apartment, had dinner and slept off.
The next day I didn’t see her all day and was a little worried. I noticed her jeep was still parked so I felt she was in. I sincerely hoped she wasn’t avoiding me. After 2 days of anxiety I finally decided to force a confrontation just so I could sample her mood and assure myself that all was well.
I went to her apartment and knocked on the door. There was no response. The house was quiet and I couldn’t hear any sounds from inside. As I was leaving, wondering whether to take a risk and call her, I almost ran into her housegirl who was returning from the market.