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Several years ago I was sitting with my long-time friend Bit. I had always wanted to get into her pants; and actually said to her on occasion just that. We had enjoyed sex-play some 30 years before; but now she seemed to have lost her desire, for me at least. At one time she used to come up to my apartment, throw off her clothes, bounce onto the bed and tell me to masturbate for her. Ten or twenty times that must have happened until I married her best friend.
Bit had a gorgeous figure, muscular, if somewhat Amazonian. Her sleek wavy auburn hair had never changed since we were together in our youth at the club and dancing achool. She always wore it long, and I enjoyed running my hand through it.
The night in mention, we were watching TV on the sofa. A knock at the back door and Bit was up and finding out who the caller was at this late hour. I yelled into the kitchen after waiting a few minutes, 'Bit, I'm still here.' 'give me a few minutes' was the reply in a strange high-pitched voice. 'Yea, about a minute or so', comes a young male voice, almost in tandem. Now that was interesting. They weren't even talking.
I waited a minute or two and got up to see who the fella was, and what they were doing so quietly, except for the moving of a chair. As I got closer, I could hear the two of them, Bit nearing 50, and some young piece that was unfamiliar. I got to the kitchen door and was astounded, I watched the two from the side as the good looking young stud had Bit's hair wrapped around his exposed cock as his hand, filled with Bit's luxuriant hair was wrapped around his dick while he stroked hard to gain a climax that eventually filled her scalp with white semen that squirted over and was running down her face and nose while she was diddling herself with a banana.
'Hey, how about me?' The young stallion eyed me as he finished cumming. 'We've been doing this on occasion for months.' She loves it. Bit now looked at me with pronounced indignation as I noted that she had not finished yet, and her pants and undies were down around her feet as she finished off right there and then.
'Bit, why do I always get led on like you are, and I never get there anymore.' In reply, rising from her chair, she says, 'You old fart. When you were young like Jim here, you got yours, but I always had to lead. Now Jim just comes in and takes what he wants. His cock in my hair gets me wet, and that's the only thing that does. I love it. But I love you too; just in a different way.'
As I walked out after Jim left, I said with some disdain, 'Bit, you're an old fart too; and coming onto you these days is just to flatter you. I don't see why that kid has to settle for you at all.'
I slammed the back door, got in my car, drove over to Sandy's and shot my load as she answered the door. I was 52 and she was 18.
That's another story to be read on 'Whispering Lily'.