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UNCLE JOEY AND ME (fm:older women/men, 2160 words) [3/3] show all parts

Author: Thomas B
Added: Jul 01 2024Views / Reads: 746 / 595 [80%]Part vote: 10.00 (9 votes)
Ned makes older women happy
 


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Back at Berkeley fucking Mary Ann just wasn't the same. Now that I'd fucked Quinn Margolis and Betty Baker, I realized that Mary Ann was an okay fuck, while those two older women were so much better. Yes, even old, fat Quinn. Then there were the blowjobs.

I suggested to Mary Ann that I'd like to eat her pussy. "Ned, baby, just get on top of me. My pussy is so wet and so ready, I've missed you."

So, the fucking was okay and there were no blowjobs and no pussy eating. After Quinn and Betty, I loved both. What guy doesn't like a good blowjob? To me, since blowjobs were new to me, Quinn and Betty gave great blowjobs.

I didn't go to the barber Uncle Joey's Las Vegas barber recommended. I reverted to wearing my jeans and tee shirts. I wasn't going to do what I suspected Uncle Joey had in mind.

That lasted exactly two weeks. "Hey, Ned, you've missed two appointments with my barber. What's wrong with you?" He didn't wait for an answer.

"I made an appointment for you for Thursday at 4 PM, and Friday at 5, you'll meet a friend of mine in the bar at the Hotel Marshall. Don't be late and don't miss those appointments." He hung up.

I didn't miss my appointment with Uncle Joey's barber. Like his barber in Vegas, he was holding the straight edge a little too close to my throat when he reminded me of my appointment next week.

At the Hotel Marshall, I was at the bar promptly at 5. I ordered a drink and looked around. There was no one I recognized; not that I expected to. Ten minutes later the bartender asks me, "Are you Ned Norton?"

I nodded. "Phone call for you. You can take it at the end of the bar."

"Ned, it's Glenda. My flight landed early. I'm in Suite 1512. Come on up."

"Who was Glenda?" I was going to find out soon enough.

My heart nearly jumped out of chest when Glenda answered the door of Suite 1512. Glenda was Glenda Johnstone, the woman who answered the door at the party I went to in Las Vegas and ended up in bed with Betty Baker. At the time, I described Glenda as gorgeous.

Standing in front of me was the most beautiful woman, not girl I'd ever seen, and she was only partially dressed. Oh, she had on a negligee but it was transparent. I mean, her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.

Glenda had long legs and was wearing heels. She was a blonde. Yes, Mary Ann was a blonde, but Glenda's hair was so blonde, it was almost white. Her skin was pale, and she was wearing bright red lipstick.

"Ned, I'm so glad you could make it." Then she was on her knees, right in the foyer of her suite. "Quinn and Betty told me that there was something in here I was definitely going to want." She was unbuckling my belt.

I was wearing a three-piece suit, and was still completely dressed when Glenda took my cock out of my pants and had those luscious red lips around it. It's hard to describe what happened over the next few minutes, but the word Hoover comes to mind.

"That's just a sample of what I have in mind for you this weekend." Why don't you get undressed and join me in the bedroom?" She walked away, with me standing there with my pants around my ankles, staring at her clearly visible ass.

The foyer led to a living room, where I put my clothes as I undressed. On the other side of the living room was the bedroom. Glenda was lying on the bed, naked, legs spread. "Ned, I hope you like what you see."

What I saw was one the most beautiful women with perfect tits, with the pinkest nipples. Whether those tits were created by a plastic surgeon, I had no idea. Glenda's legs were spread. I told you that Mary Ann had

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