"Prissy-Matronly"

She was a pale blushing fifty-something English widow
voluptuous buxom matronly Church-of-England pious prissy prude
with dainty walk and ladylike matronly smile (except for
that telltale wanton overbite) with minute wrinkles of age and
sage and genteel eccentricity she began a conversation
with thirty-something African-American male me something about her
lovely estate
that her husband left to her and her children are now
all grown up and so she now lives alone
(invited me over for a spot of tea) and I just
couldn't get past the perfect matriarchal mannerisms
and how her awesome wide hips betrayed her
narrow waist and dainty little buttocks when she walked her prissy
walk and how the countless gallons of her overpowering large breasts
and vast cleavage threatened her church-ladylike
blouse as she prissy-walked to and fro in the
hallway talking eloquently about nothing much
but British stocks and politics and church and the countryside.
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It was when I shut the door to her bedroom
then like the passionate hungry
beast trapped inside of her she kissed and licked me while
forcing my right hand onto her blouse where her swelling eager breasts
were waiting and my left hand onto her wide-hipped
sensuously-flat behind as she began to pull off both her clothes and mine
I have to admit I couldn't believe what an over-sexual
animal she was while she smothered my face into
one of those big heavy breasts and forced the
thick succulent nipple into my eager mouth all
the while moaning and grunting like a wild whore
as her dainty-whorish right hand finally exposed my erect phallus-of-love
and joyfully stroked the long thick length of it as she brazenly
ripped her matronly panties from off her fleshy-wide hips.
In a dark earthy voice she commented on how much she loved
getting poked by Black blokes and how much she
loved my long stiff love-rod and she also said I was hung
like one of the horses she loved to ride (and she
never rode side-saddle when she rode alone)
and so large long ladylike legs extended
she forcefully mounted my love-rod and rode it with moaning grunting
passion her moist tunnel-of-joys hungrily savoring madly sucking
upon and rhythmically-swallowing the whole of my
love-shaft while her massive breasts wildly undulated up
and down up and down up and down and then her primal primitive screams
of joy must have almost shattered both her beautiful
glass bedroom-windows and my eardrums due to the
combination of my powerful deep ejaculation and her
unfathomable orgasms and I grasped her fleshy wide hips tightly as I
filled her to overflowing.  We lovingly rested in each other's arms, sweating,
my thrusting squirting aching-hard man-pillar trapped
between her massive matronly undulating udder-breasts of ecstasy.
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"Remember, my Love, our 'Excursions' are private.  Don't tell a single soul,"
she said,
in a mothering tone.

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