GILFS - * tales for active women

Serge has a former teacher named Stacy who taught him in elementary school when he was still living in Louisiana, before he moved to Florida with his retired parents. But because they live in the same Florida neighborhood, Pass-a-Grille Beach, their families got closer and even after having graduated from university and moved, both always keep in touch and, after discovering that Stacy was also living in Florida and that had become CEO of his own brand of gym wear.

The intimacy was such that, at times Serge is spending the afternoon at her mansion and at times Stacy is spending the afternoon at his house, always talking to her parents.

And on a hot, humid Thursday, it was no exception. Serge went to his former teacher Stacy's mansion after she texted him to have lunch with her. Stacy has been divorced for several years, but even though she has reached sixty and become a successful billionaire, she is still a hottie. She is a retired Physical Education teacher, but is always working out and keeping in good shape, to advertise her clothes and maintain her high standard of living. So much so that her ass is the envy of many young cheerleaders who are in their eighteen to twenty-two years old. This Cajun woman from Louisiana still sports a nice pair of perky medium breasts; she's friendly, a lover of fine wines and to the surprise of Serge, who is already in his thirties, she's very naughty.

The man went to his former teacher's residence. She lives in a beautiful wooded mansion with its own lake. He arrived at her mansion, rang the bell and was welcomed as there was only her. She said that she had just left her only son at the airport, as he was going to travel back to his father's house, where he had always lived since they separated and the employees were off duty. The two had lunch with a very light meal, prepared by her and, chattering, both sat on the porch of Stacy's house and started drinking a sparkling wine Toscana Antinori wine. It's not known if it was the effect of the wine or some repressed desire, but for Serge, Stacy looked delicious in the gym leotard she was wearing that day, especially when he looked over and found that she was wearing tiny panties underneath.

The two were drinking and talking about the lives they both had in Louisiana before moving to another state, and before she became a billionaire, until that more intimate subject began. Stacy started asking Serge about his girlfriends, since he was never married and lived to take care of his parents. The thirty-year-old man also asked his former teacher if she had any affairs in Florida. Stacy laughed and replied:

"Well, you cheeky kid, I'm old, but I wasn't dead, because even at sixty, I still give a lot of 'leather'".

The two laughed and Serge said:

"I'm not scolding you, because what's good has to practice, mainly because as much as you think you're old, I'm sure you still beat up a lot of young women out there".

That was then the cue for both to start talking about some adventures they had lived in Louisiana, and one that Stacy told Serge was having sex with a stranger while lending her house and bed to a friend of hers to cheat on her husband, and that she and the stranger were caught by some people who passed close to where they were, which was the back of a supermarket where she had just gone shopping and that this only served to set her on fire. Serge shared some of their high school adventures and Stacy revealed to him that once in high school she saw Serge getting blown off by one of the cheerleaders in the school locker room when she was on her way to get some dodgeballs for practice, but who didn't interrupt so as not to cut the joy of the young man who was becoming more and more popular among girls.

Serge was embarrassed, but Stacy told him not to worry, because she liked what he saw, as she walked towards her former student, sat on his lap, gave him a kiss and began to slowly wiggle in order to excite him. him to feel his hard cock through his pants. Serge took advantage and held that ass with both hands. Stacy smiled:

"Now the afternoon is getting good..." Said the former teacher while she wiggled on Serge's lap and his dick grew. "And if you keep the secret, you only have to win".

Serge doesn't say anything: he just squeezed his former teacher's ass willingly. Stacy stopped kissing him, stood up and took off those gym clothes right there on the porch of his house and the suspicions of that single thirty-year-old man were confirmed: she was wearing tiny white panties, stuck in that big ass , matured and delicious. Serge pulled Stacy by the hand into the living room inside her house, placing her on all fours on the couch. Then, without wasting time, the man put Stacy's panties aside and licked that old-age pussy that drooled for him for a long time.

After winning many licks and sucks, Stacy started to take off Serge's clothes and as soon as she saw that man with a hard cock in front of her, she ended up falling in her mouth and sucking him with a lot of desire. She licked the head of Serge's cock, the balls and shoved it all in her mouth, because she was exploding with lust. Serge sat on the sofa and pulled Stacy to him. The man put her panties aside and without doing any kind of ceremony she sat down. And as he sat down he realized why she was such a hit with boys in high school: hot, tight and very wet pussy she has.

Stacy would sit up tight and jump and moan. Serge squeezed that huge ass of hers and sucked those mature breasts, but still standing. Stacy's honey for Serge's dick. And after a while, the thirty-year-old man put her on all fours on the couch and with her panties aside, put her back in that hot pussy. The man slapped that ass and Stacy screamed, telling him to fuck her so she could come again. Serge ended up cumming on his former teacher's ass and back. The two fell onto the couch, breathing hard. The two laughed at that situation and Stacy told them to keep that secret.

After resting, the two got dressed, said goodbye and while walking back to his house, Serge is already thinking about when he will pay the next visit.

What I'm going to tell you is based on a real fact. Morris, a young thirty-two-year-old businessman, successful heir to a chain of suit stores, had just separated from his wife and was somewhat lacking in affection, as he wanted someone to talk to, but in his world he realized that people only approached him out of interest. To give you an idea of what he looks like physically, Morris is fit, five feet tall, eighty eight kilos, has black eyes, straight black hair, warm, well-defined lips, and soft, caring hands.

One day, when he was a little lonely with the separation, he decided to travel to Europe, to visit a couple of his parents' friends who he hadn't seen for a long time and who were the best men at his wedding to Lindsay, his current ex-wife. : a twenty-five-year-old young woman who inherited a considerable part of Morris' estate, mainly because she became pregnant with him on their honeymoon, after piercing the condoms with a needle, without him noticing, taking custody of little Penelope, daughter of the two.

Morris has always been very intimate in talking about various subjects, political issues such as electing or overthrowing politicians from any country, sex, in short, the conversations between the two are always very comprehensive. After landing in Germany and arriving at their mansion, he was received by Cristine, a very friendly CEO who was over sixty years old, but whose billions of euros from her jewelry chain kept her looking forty.

Cristine, as she was a very spontaneous woman, was soon asking how Morris was doing, as she already knew about his separation, because of the press. Cristine is Jason's wife, a friend of Morris's parents and even though she lives in a beautiful mansion with everything that luxury could provide, she liked dancing, bars, live music and, on that day, she and her husband were leaving for a of these hottest places in Berlin and he was invited to go with them without having to pay for anything.

Cristine like the billionaire CEO that she was, was all euphoric. She was wearing very tight pants from Gucci, where her body contour made her stand out. And despite being sixty years old, she had thighs well defined by the pants she wore. She was also dressed in a white Gucci blouse, no bra, where she left her silicone cleavage on full display. Her loose hair was neatly combed and her greenish eyes were as bright as two emeralds. Her lipstick-red lips and makeup made her lush, almost unrecognizable.

Morris, Cristine and her husband got into Morris's Land Rover and went to the dance bar in the center of Berlin, where in addition to not having to face a queue because Cristine was a VIP customer, she was received by the owner of the place and asked for the usual table, to four people: a corner table where you could literally see the whole place. As soon as the music played, Cristine left the table to dance, because high-class people, from the top of the social chain, know that no matter where she is, she will always be radiant, elegant and hot, besides being a billionaire, she felt like the woman most coveted in the place. And her happiness was clear from everyone there knowing who she is and wanting to be close to her.

Cristine danced four songs almost without stopping and Morris looking at her, seeing that a woman who had just reached the third was exuding vitality as if she were starting life, infected him with all that joy. The wealthy owner of the Suit Morris chain of stores always liked to drink his Macallan with ice, always within the normal limits. But at that moment he began to look at Cristine with different eyes. She was even sexier since her wedding. Her body dancing, leaning against another body was awakening desires in Morris and that was taking over his thoughts in a sensual and desirous way. He only came back to reality when Cristine came to join him and her husband almost an hour later, after the fourth song played by the bar's DJ. She sat down next to Morris and said:

"Come Morris..." Cristine smiled without bothering if her husband was at her side. "You are my guest. Come dance with me".

"But... I don't know how to dance". The businessman spoke embarrassed. "This part of my fairy tale has not been told yet".

At that point, Morris felt a caress between his legs, which he immediately responded with a handshake pressing that hand on his cock, which was erect, throbbing for that billionaire woman, who all night had made his libidinous thoughts awaken within imagination. and created life, responding to whatever it was feeling at that moment.

The friend of Morris's parents and Cristine's husband decided to take a break in the night and asked him to take his wife back to the mansion. The businessman was a little embarrassed, because he knew something was going to happen and he was wanting a lot, because it was a long time after the separation that he didn't feel so alive again. He decided to take her and confirmed with Cristine's husband that he would do this favor. So they stayed a little longer with Cristine caressing Morris's thigh discreetly and decided to go. Cristine opened the door of the Land Rover and Morris soon felt that ass press against his cock. He looked at her and noticed a malicious smile on the part of that powerful and successful billionaire.

The black Land Rover left towards the mansion, but there was no time to arrive: Morris entered a dark street and soon felt Cristine's hands, unzip his pants, and take his dick out. The billionaire and the businessman started making out incessantly. They were hot and burning kisses, the kind that took your breath away. Morris's hands roamed all over Cristine's body. The delicious breasts and silicone in the mouth of that financially successful man, but without luck in love, drove him crazy. He stuck his tongue in Cristine's ear and felt her body press against his, the same listening to that billionaire twice his age moan.

Morris stroked Cristine's pussy like crazy. He wanted that billionaire right there, but the circumstances weren't right. He felt her hands open his pants, pull his cock out and then felt a pleasure he had never felt in his life: Cristine's experienced mouth grabbed his cock in a frantic up and down. She licked his head and balls with uncanny mastery. Morris, who had any young woman at his feet, didn't believe he was crazy enough to get inside a sixty-year-old woman and feel her.

They stopped making out and Morris accelerated the Land Rover to Cristine's mansion. Arriving at the mansion, they ran in and passed by the employees as if they didn't exist, but were already used to the behavior of their mistress. Cristine took Morris to one of her many suites. There, she went to the bathroom and a few minutes later came back with a transparent white nightgown. Thighs well worked out by hours of gym and breasts boosted, made any dick erect. In her hands, Cristine had a pot of dark chocolate, where she smeared all over Morris's body. She rubbed the chocolate all over Morris's chest and was taking his clothes off. When he was completely naked, Cristine started to rub chocolate on his dick and it drove him extremely crazy. She went back to sucking him and while he felt Cristine's experienced mouth sucking his cock, he put his fingers inside her and felt the billionaire pussy blinking, contracting with desire, throbbing like a hot woman's pussy does.

The desire Morris felt was stronger than the fact that this woman of billions was married and the whole climate was conducive. So the fuck has already started phenomenal. Morris took Cristine by the hips and placed her legs apart on the bed, pushing her panties aside. After that he smeared Cristine's pussy with chocolate and started licking everything. The thirty-year-old man felt the hard crackle of that middle-aged woman, CEO of a multinational, on his tongue. Morris massaged Cristine's pussy with his mouth, she added more chocolate and that gave an incredible pleasure, never before imagined to the businessman. The businessman sucked madly that pussy full of chocolate, making Cristine come several times in her mouth.

Morris, taking advantage of the position in which Cristine was, all open on the bed for him, put chocolate on her ass and began to lick it very tasty, at the same time that he was penetrating his fingers inside that fragrant and fragrant pussy. He then mounted Cristine and was, very carefully lacing her tail, until he put the head on the cock and started slowly and very tasty. Cristine loved to take her in the ass, in the roasted chicken position. And as Morris punched, she moaned and begged for more.

After a few minutes of rocking Cristine's ass, Morris lay down on the bed and let Cristine ride. She rubbed more chocolate on Morris's cock, took a long suck, then settled in and sat down. Cristine jumped, moved and climbed like a true horsewoman. She never tired of bouncing on Morris's cock, revealing herself to be a true expert in the art of seduction, love and naughty. A real whore in heat.

A few minutes of bouncing later, Morrias comes deep inside Cristine. It was strong jets that she felt and when she felt it, she opened a huge smile of happiness, because since her husband lost sexual interest in her, she can only enjoy with other men and thanked Morris for being one, who gave her a lot of security. They took a shower together, she ordered the maids to wash the bedding in the suite and their clothes, they said goodbye with a kiss on the mouth and each one went to her room.

The other day, Morris made an excuse that he had an important meeting on Monday, thanked him for the great weekend that Cristine and her husband provided, took a plane back to the US and left, never to return. But even without ever returning to Europe, his unforgettable Cristine started to visit him in Florida, whenever she came to the USA.

For many years in her youth, one of Spencer's favorite things to do was deflower Florida girls. He, since he was sixteen, has always had a special way of getting to them and managing to remove the much-desired seal. Living in Groveland, a big city, but where many people knew each other, the news spread and thanks to that he deflowered some girls until he finished high school and went to live in Italy, in order to work and earn a living there, far away. the swamps and alligators of Florida.

What he never thought would happen in his life is that he would have the opportunity to deflower his aunt Bridget, who was sixty years old and who many years ago had been married by proxy to an Italian who lived in the United States and owned a vast farm where fruits of various types were planted. Her husband died before she went to Europe and it was up to her to inherit everything and continue with agribusiness.

As soon as Spencer arrived in Italy and stayed in the village of just over a hundred inhabitants, which was on the land of his aunt Bridget. He saw that the women worked at home, in the orchards and the men in the city, with the rare exception of women who went to work in factories, or men who also worked in the fields. But her aunt Bridget was another exception, as the whole village worked for her in the orchards.

Bridget was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, neither ugly nor beautiful... She was an ordinary sixty-year-old woman who was totally respected. Spencer's aunt had many orchards that she inherited and many more that she had bought with part of what she inherited from her husband. She had recently acquired a pair of pruning shears to cut dry branches and round the treetops, and who did she call to cut them? Well, Spencer, her favorite nephew. The truth is, Bridget started asking Spencer to work when he was sixteen. She called Spencer's mom when he was on vacation from school, paying for his ticket and stay in Italy, because she knew he was going to need money for college.

On one of those days, already working in Italy, Spencer went to cut some dry branches from one of his aunt's many orchards. Bridget was driving a tractor and Spencer was sitting next to her. They were in complete silence until they reached one of the mountains that belonged to Bridget's property. As soon as they arrived, it started to rain. Even in the downpour, Spencer cut the pines while it rained while Bridget, cautious as she always was, sheltered from the rain under an umbrella.

Bridget told Spencer to wait out the rain, but he wanted to finish and cut into the rain, covered in a small raincoat that more than protected him from the rain, helped the thirty-year-old man soak himself from the waist down. He cut the dry branches and then cut them into pieces. After that, the man put the branches on the tractor and the two returned to Bridget's house, which was large, but did not match the fortune that the woman had, due to its simplicity. After unloading the branches into a shed, the man went to Bridget's house to eat, as food was included in the service. Spencer knocked on the door and she said:

"Enter and close the door, so that the heat from the fireplace does not decrease".

The iron stove was lit and there was welcome warmth in the hearth. Spencer was soaked from head to toe, even though he'd worked in a raincoat. But he stopped feeling the moisture in his body, when the smell of food prepared by his aunt reached his nose, so hungry he felt.

"You said lunch was on her".

Bridget, stirring pots over the fire, looked at her nephew and smiled.

"Why don't you take those clothes off and put them on a chair to dry?"

Spencer, already thinking about being naughty, thought that his aunt Bridget had ulterior motives, because for him, if it weren't like that, she wouldn't tell him to undress and, as he hadn't had sex for a long time, he was quite malicious at that time:

"Until... Not a bad idea".

The thirty-year-old man took off his small raincoat, rubber boots, sweater, shirt, and pants and laid the garment over the back and seat of a chair. Her aunt Bridget was quite distracted, enjoying herself stirring the food and putting wood on the stove. When she turned around and saw Spencer naked and with his cock dangling, she blushed as red as a bell pepper. As she kept looking at her nephew looking for his dick, he asked her:

"Do you like to look at my cock?"

Bridget was shocked by Spencer's question and said:

"I didn't want you to undress completely. I... I wanted..."

Spencer walked up to her aunt Bridget and gave her a French kiss. When he took his mouth from hers, he saw that her eyes widened as if she was scared. The thirty-year-old man thought he had made an idiot of his aunt, but no: an idiot she almost left him with the slap in the face she gave him. And placing his hand on his aching cheek, with a little anger, he said:

"Why did you tell me to undress if I didn't want to fuck, you bitch?"

Bridget made an even more angry face and slapped Spencer again, this time on the other side of the face.

"You're a deviant: a deviant son of a bitch".

Spencer wrapped his arms around his aunt's body and put his tongue back in her mouth. But Bridget grabbed it with her teeth. He opened his eyes, saw the angry expression on her face and thought she was going to leave him speechless. Luckily she let go and said:

"I'll boot next time".

Spencer's cock had grown erect and was rubbing against Bridget's pussy as she was struggling to get rid of it. He then tried one more time. He kissed her again. This time, his tongue roamed between Bridget's clenched teeth. She looked at her nephew with imposing seriousness and asked:

"Do I look like a rich whore, you deviant?"

"No, you look like an ugly bitch".

"You think you can fuck me by force, just because I'm not pretty?"

"No".

Spencer was really upset that his advances didn't work out.

"So you want to let me go finish making the fucking lunch!"

Before releasing her, the thirty-year-old man said to her:

"I think I screwed up: I won't eat you and I won't have lunch either".

"You talk like you ate something, you deviant".

"What did I eat?"

Spencer released her.

"I'll speak slowly, so you can understand: put on your clothes and leave".

"Won't I get paid for work?"

"You've already been paid".

Spencer stopped for a moment and thought: it's one thing for him to try to have sex with his aunt and another thing for her to take advantage of not paying for his service. He approached Bridget from behind, placed his hands on her soft breasts, placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy and said:

"Either you pay me or I'll do a sexual madness here at your house".

But as threatening as her tone of voice was, her aunt was a tough nut to crack.

"Go... Try, go. As soon as you let me go, I'm going to give you a spanking like your mother never gave you. You depraved piece of shit!"

He, who wasn't going to let his aunt scare him, said:

"We have a dilemma here, auntie: if you give me my daily rate, I'll stop with all this naughty thing. Isn't it better you give me my money?"

Bridget dropped her menacing tone, only to say,

"The food will stick to the pan".

"For me, it can even burn. Will you give my money?"

Bridget felt her nephew Spencer's hard cock poking her ass and gave up.

"Okay, I'll give you the money. But you get dressed, leave, catch the first plane to Florida, and don't say a word to anyone about it".

Spencer released her. The first thing Bridget did was look for her nephew's hard cock. She had never seen anything like it even in her dreams, because she crossed herself as if she had seen something from the other world. And before she went to look for Spencer's pay money, for the weeks worked in her orchards, she said to herself: "These are things that the devil puts in the world to bother us!" Anyway, with or without an attempt to catch his aunt right there in Italian territory, Spencer was paid and fulfilled what his aunt demanded: he packed his belongings, took the first plane back to Florida and upon arriving at his house , said nothing to anyone about what had happened.

The months between July and December passed. Spencer didn't think his aunt Bridget would call him anymore wanting him to come work for her in Italy, but the day before Christmas Eve, she told his mother that she was at her house in Florida and wanted to talk to him about go to work with her on winter break. He went to Bridget's house, which despite being closed for months, was still a very cozy house. When Bridget opened the door for him, she looked taller, and she was, because she was wearing black stilettos. She, with her sixty-one years just completed, looked at him with her blue eyes and smiled:

"Enter Spencer. I was looking forward to you".

The thirty-year-old man entered the house. As always the weather was warm, because the fireplace was lit, as the Christmas cold was quite inviting. Bridget went straight to the kitchen. Spencer followed behind her, looking at her ass: a plump ass that was highlighted by her long red dress. On the table, there was a yellow envelope, a bottle of bourbon, two glasses and two red handkerchiefs on the back of a chair. She sat down at the table, first than him and was direct:

"Sit down, I want to propose something to you".

Spencer sat down at the table. Bridget poured two glasses of whiskey, downed hers in one gulp, and got straight to the point:

"I'll give you two thousand dollars in cash, money that's inside that envelope, for you to celebrate the end of the year with everything you're entitled to, if you let me feel the heat of your body".

Spencer, after hearing that, felt offended, but he also didn't hide his desire.

"You don't have to give me anything, auntie. I would pay to fuck you. You must have a tight, delicious pussy".

"You didn't understand me. I want to feel the heat of a naked man on my naked body, that's all. If I like it, I'll pay you to fuck me later".