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From: "Willy Tamarack" <willytamarack@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} A Rainy Wednesday - A Widower Episode 5/8 {Willy Tamarack} (MF cheat)
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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: A Rainy Wednesday
Part: 5 of 8
Universe: The Widower Episodes
Summary:
Keywords: (MF cheat)
Language: English

   @(C) 2007 Willy Tamarack Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to
the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  This is the fifth in a series named
the Widower episodes.  Bob has enticed another married woman to his lair.
Maybe Bob should be more discrete or choose less encumbered ladies ?  But
Molly is so horny and has such nice, big tits.  Bob just wanted to give her
a pearl necklace.  What's the big deal ?

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   A Rainy Wednesday A Widower Episode (MF cheat)

   by Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. 
Constitution

   A Rainy Wednesday

   The rain was coming down in sheets.  The clouds were a dark gray and
covered about half the horizon.  It was sunny North of town.  If she was on
time she'd miss the down pour.  I glanced at my watch...Three-thirty. 
She'd just gotten off work.  She sounded hot for it on the phone and we
chatted for about a half an hour.  I walked to the kitchen and checked the
margaritas.  They were thick...Molasses like...Perfect.

   Her husband bowled on Wednesday nights...Didn't get home until after
ten. My cock started to get hard thinking about all the nasty things Molly
Zynkski and I were going to do in that time.

   I was wrong the other day at the party.  Molly knew perfectly well all
the trouble she was going to get into.  She'd been looking forward to it
for a while.  Had it all planned out.  She actually told me that over the
phone.  I laughed out loud and lit another joint.  I forgot where I put the
first one.  I needed to buy more dope again !  I'd have to get Cindy to
introduce me to her supplier.  Maybe another young lady ?  I was getting
hooked on them.  Ha !  Ha !

   The door bell brought me back to the here and now.  I had a woody in my
jeans.  Her hair was a mess; a mess of tangled blonde tresses.  I took her
arm and guided her into the front room.  Her blouse was wet and stuck to
her skin.  Her tits looked huge.

   "I better get a drink into you.  You look like you're freezing, Molly."
My jeans were tight in the crotch.  I adjusted my dick while the blender
was buzzing.  She was drying her hair with the hand towel from the guest
bathroom when I entered with the drinks.  Her tits were jiggling around and
my cock was growing down my pant's leg.

   "Oh !  I look a mess.  This damn rain.  I hate the Summer here.  It's
either too hot or raining all the time." This was the first time it had
rained in over a hundred days but it was hotter than shit.  She took the
drink and was still running the towel over her head.  Her tits weren't
jiggling as much.  I stood back and looked at her.

   "You look great to me !" I put some enthusiasm into it and she smiled
back at me.  "Want the tour ?" She laughed and bobbed her head up and down.
I led the way and started with the kitchen.

   By the time we wandered into the computer room, we were touching each
other...Just on the arm or shoulder, to emphasize a point.  We'd just
paused outside the guest bedroom.  My son's twin bed was it's only
decoration.  I was standing behind her with a nice woody in my jeans.

   Next was the master bedroom.  We are standing in the doorway.  I put my
hands on her waist, just above the flare of her hips.  She moved back into
me, while stating.  "That looks nice." She was obviously referring to the
king size bed that took up most of the room...Well, it appeared that way
with all the other furniture in there too.

   My hands were now on her hips and I was putting pressure against her
rear end with my cock.  It was just about hard so I started flexing it. 
Just moments later I was rubbing it against her behind.

   "Oh !  It's so big !" I laughed, thinking she was talking about my dick.

   She was wearing a very sheer blouse with a skirt that almost reached her
ankles, with a pair of sandals...With heels, so Las Vegas.  My cock got
harder.  I was really grinding against her now.

   I leaned forward, getting a great view of her grand canyon like
cleavage. Two buttons were open at the top of her blouse.  Only one was
open when I opened the front door.

   "Real big..." I said.  She giggled.  Her tits jiggled.  I used her hips
to turn her around and buried my tongue in her mouth.  She was breathing
hard through her nostrils when I grabbed her ass...One cheek in each hand.
I was humping my meat up and down one of her thighs and Molly Zynkski was
hot for some cock.

   My hands sought out the zipper to her skirt.  It was on my right and I
wasted no time popping open the button and pulling down the zipper.  My
hand went under her skirt and ran into nothing but flesh.  I was near lust.
My tongue was like a hardon and I was pumping it in and out of Molly's
mouth.  She was almost sucking on it.

   My hand was between the cheeks of her ass and she was wet...Wet between
her butt cheeks.  I could hardly wait to get to her cunt.  I moved her
toward the bed.  She fell on it and was gasping for air as I pulled my
shirt off over my head.  My jeans came next and that left me with my jockey
shorts.  My boner looked huge.  I flexed it.  My cock jumped in my shorts.

   "God !  You're hung, Bob...Make two of my husband." She was sitting up
and pulling my briefs down.  My cock leap out of it's confines and bobbed
around.  I flexed a lot and it was really moving.  She captured it with a
hand so I reached for her blouse.  Off over her head it came and her tits
bounced around in a very sexy bra.  You could see her areolae through the
material and they looked huge.

   Her hand was back on my cock, stroking, as I fumbled with her bra.  I
finally just pulled down the shoulder straps and popped the babies out for
inspection.  I was down on my knees and burying my face between them in
seconds.  They were very heavy; just perfect but...There's always a "but."
I was a nipple man...Well, a tit man too but I really got into nipples. 
Molly was sorely lacking in that department.  Her nipples blended with her
areolae and no matter how hard I sucked, they never got hard.

   I got frustrated and finally got Molly to wiggle out of her skirt.  She
was unsnapping her bra when I dove into her bush.  It was a forest of
blonde curls; her cunt a pair of fat, thick lips.  I coaxed them open with
my tongue and was tasting a very wet, sloppy cunt.  Her hole was large...As
large as I can ever remember one...Her clitoris a thick knob at the top of
her sheath.  I sucked and nibbled on it as three fingers fucked in and out
of her.

   "Ooooohhhhh...Ooooohhhhhhhh.....Uuuugghhhhhhuuu....." It hardly had a
rhythm but her sounds hardened me like a crowbar.  I pushed her thighs back
until they were mashed against her breasts.  Her pubic patch extended down
beyond her lips and covered the insides of her ass cheeks.  Her anus was a
nice clear rosebud and I reamed my tongue into it.

   Molly bucked her ass up into my face so I started tongue fucking her
asshole.  The decibel level went up.  My cock was like granite.  I rose and
placed the head of my dick at the flower of her sex and bent her in half as
I filled her with cock.  She started moving and I was afraid I'd go deaf in
one ear.  She was yelling and screaming and I was fucking like a race
horse. Her cunt was like a swamp and, like I said, huge.

   A slapping sound was filling the bedroom...A wet, slapping sound.  It
was almost as loud as her moaning and groaning.  I was sweating like a pig.
I could feel it dribbling off my neck.  So was Molly.  It was running off
her forehead.  I was pounding her senseless.  Her eyes were rolled up,
under her lids and her face was very flush.

   I pulled out of her and scrambled over her belly.  Her cleavage was wet
and my cunt butter soaked cock slipped right up between her tits.  Molly
was back to the here and now so I grabbed her hands and pressed them
against the sides of her udders.  She got the big picture and I started
fucking her tits.  They was much tighter than her cunt and I was quickly
approaching "never never land."

   A quick burst of energy and I was pumping a gallon of jizzim up around
Molly's neck...Big globs of semen were running down on to the bedding.  Her
cleavage was coated with cum.  I pulled my cock out of her cleavage and
dangled my dripping wet dick over her mouth.  I shook as she gobbled it up.
   [Continued in] A Quiet Evening at Home A Widower Episode 

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