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Sindy In The Ninth

Math Says Okay Go

By Pete SymesPublished 3 years ago 7 min read
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Sindy In The Ninth
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Sindy Doughnuts

The math check reassured me that this wasn't a transgression of biblical proportions. Diane was clearly this young woman's mother for sure. Why things seemed similar in Slammies men's room all through our romp was clear as the rubber on my cock. Being the dog that I am, rather than let this revelation make me feel guilty or awkward it only added to the sheer lust, enjoyment, and celebration of Diane’s daughters delights.

Sindy’s fluttered eyelids and trembling taut thighs had me enraptured in their aura. I stayed kneeling between splayed Sindy and breathed deep the scents and smells of our union. I watched as she ran her hands up from her hips, cross her flat young abdomen to reach the cherished prizes of firm young breasts which she pushed up while given each nipple a tweak releasing yet another full body shiver. Her taut young muscles contracted and she did a sit up in front of me without having to remove her hands from her exquisitely squeezable nipples. She was surveying me and I found myself wondering what she saw in my weathered old countenance. Her face broke into what I can only describe as a full feature smile. Not just mouth, teeth, lips. But eyes, and brow. Her smile lit the dusky room with a light that launched a thousand trysts. Her hands slide down to her nether regions and shoulders moved smoothly as she used her hands below. I could not move my eyes from her and studied the effect her hands ministrations were imbuing upon her. The face smile faded and slackened as her breathing quickened.

“I liked to fuck a lot in college. Didn't want to risk getting pregnant. Now I really like to….well, I’d like to feel your cock in my ass.” She said that as demurely as such a request can be delivered while finger fucking herself in front of me.

Where was that logic when I was in college I wondered. I also wondered at the wisdom of that outlook, but when a flexible twenty something woman offers her asshole on a platter with the visual of her firm young body and fingers working herself into a lather even an old dog like me knew better than to spend too much time a pondering.

Sindy rolls to her back and pulls her ankles to her ears giving me full rear access with the bonus of face to face frictions and delicacies. Her special further forward feminine placement made this possible and opened up the speculation if that was a design feature her mother had sported. Since my times with mom were often in Slammies bathroom or cars while I was trixing out on my full time girlfriend of the day, I sadly did not know.

I don’t think mom kept a tube of lube under her pillow either, but Sindy did. She produced it with a “Ta Da,” and a “You do know what to do with this old timer” look. Because I am now quite aware that you know what to do with that.” She acknowledged my at attention cock bobbing in the breeze.

Condom still intact and coated with Sindy’s love canal elixirs I warmed a generous splurt of the lube between rubbing palms while leering down at Sindy’s tender offerings. Not wanting to waste the valuable slip slide stuff I got straight to the bottom of the matter and gently circled my finger about the puckered target. As I gently introduced my fingertip to her ass I could tell that it would still be a tight delight no matter how used sweet Sindy said it was. I felt her involuntarily clenched and a hiss of air issue from both upper and lower lips on her face and frame. This of all things made her blush. But the release seemed to pull my finger against the natural one way egress of her ass and I was two knuckles in.

“Stop wasting my time with that puny finger, get that perpetually thick and hard man meat in there.”

So I positioned myself and again marveled at the ass access afforded by her nimble spine and slowly introduced the knob of my cock while spreading lube and cheer around head and shaft. The combination of her tight ass and my fingers working the lube was going to make this embarrassingly quick if I did not keep my kegels tight and my breathing in order. The knob was in and Sindy was moaning low.

I would withdraw an she would humm “Nooooooooooo.”

I would push in a bit further and she would issue an “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

I did not jack hammer her young derriere but by the time my shaft was all in and with each repeated occurrence of the knob on my cock splitting her sphincter wide she was calling out to Noah to save her from the impending flood. It was CUMMMING!

With a maneuver I had learned from the internet’s porn pots I pulled out of her ass, ripped off the ever faithful condom, and came with a fiery gush of thick syrupy semen that covered her sweat glistening breasts until they looked like a pair of glazed donuts with neat brown nipples posing as the hole in these winsome pastries.

“I guess I made the doughnuts,” was the irrational thought that was going through my lizard brain amid fireworks and orgasms searing from my crown all the way down to my jerking shrinking sack

The energy, flexibility, muscle tone of a healthy young woman are a marvel. Unleashing that energy in her candle lit studio apartment was awesome to behold. If I knew this was what awaited me within the cul de sac of my midlife crisis, I would have fretted less at the surprise of my legally void vows. She was light as a feather as we moved through positions that were only vague remembrances from my youth. But unlike my youth, these various positions were being worked through in a single session. The now is a wonderful place to stay. It was only upon flipping her over for the delightful humping like a dog portion of the evenings entertainment that as I was admiring the reflection of our lovemaking in her full length mirror did I notice the picture on the wall. It was of her and her mom taken a few years ago. As I gazed down upon the lovely shape of her behind bucking up to meet my thrusts, her slim waist, smooth shanks, and her profile sideways on the pillow did it hit me. There was no doubt. I had been in this same position some thirty years before with her mom.

I began to breath deeply and shove into her ever tightening and quivering pussy till it was sopping. Her flowing essence dripping down both of our thighs. When I flipped her over to mount her face to face with her long legs resting on my shoulders and her firm round ass in my hands wildly reaching up to meet my every thrust it was just as her mothers had wrapped around me many years before. I felt I was reliving a long phantasmic déjà vu. But now with my time served in practice of full body orgasms sans the finality of spewing milky come allowed me the deep bucking with varied angles of penetration into this tight little body to continue with much flipping, flopping, tasting, teasing and more plunging. Her young yet familiar features twisted again and again in orgasmic whimpers of delight as we shuddered within, without, and against each other time and again.

As we said our goodbyes in the early morning light I saw no need to bring up my epiphany during the evenings festivities. Yet only one question came to my mind.

I wonder what her mom is doing tomorrow night?

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Pete Symes

A scenario manifests. A scenario disassembles. I participate intensively for the duration.

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