Well, so here was another fine Saturday to be spent all by myself alone. Waking up today, I know there are things I have to do, so I slip out of bed and head to the kitchen for my duty list left on the counter by Della, my wife of 28 years. If I don't get these things done, I will pay for it later. Della and her mother are off on their weekly antique hunt/garage sale quest. They like the bargains. They watch way too much of those shows on TV. Like they are gonna score anything. Della likes the food they sample at those places, or any place really. Guess that helped her get in the shape she's in. Round, that's a shape; right? At least she takes that mother of hers with her. I've been fighting her mother's criticisms of my accomplishments ever since we were married. Just can't please either one of them. Me, I'm 49, your average accountant, married to one of those garage sale-aholics of a wife.
Drinking my coffee, I peruse the list of things to do. Mow and trim, check. Clean gutters, check. Arrange the storage shed, check. Fuck you. On second thought, I'd better do them or else I'll never hear the end of it. You don't know my wife. 5-1 in height, 180 pounds, she's built more like a tank than a skank. Thinks sex is torture and comes by it honestly. Her mother was the same I'd imagine. Pity the man she married. Pity me.
Before going out to work, I see through the window it's gonna be another scorcher today. They talk about the drought here in Dallas like it's something new. Happens all the time. It'll eventually rain and folks will have something else to bitch about. You know how that is. But it looks hot even for 9 AM.
I go in the bedroom and decide to make today amusing, so I peruse my wardrobe of fine clothes and select some old gym shorts from K-mark 10 years ago. I forego the underwear today, deciding that commando is the order of the day. Love the feeling my balls give me when I allow them free reign. Feels nasty and powerful. My cock, it's only 6 inches when totally erect, but since I'm not circumcised, if I stretch the skin over it, I can claim I got 8 and a half inches of cock to work with. But who would I get into that discussion with? Not like I'm some hunk. As I survey my gut while I slip on the shorts, I decide I need to workout some. Hell, I need to do something. At least I can still reach my cock. If it wasn't for masturbating I would be celibate. Thankfully my imagination helps when I want some sort of outlet. I also select a rather tasteful and attractive wife beater shirt to match my ensemble. Not even gonna bother trying to stretch it down.
Retrieving the ladder from the garage I decide to start with the gutters. As I place the ladder against the house, I have to fight my way through all of the damn rose bushes my wife had me plant over the years. All four sides of the house are full of the motherfuckers. If it was up to me, I'd use some round-up on them and be done with it. Looking up there, it sure looks high. Scratching my legs on the thorns, I go up and survey my work to be done on the gutters. Yes, they are full of weeping willow crap that has accumulated. Reaching into the stuff, I turn my head and notice I am almost even with a bedroom next door. I quickly realize it's the bedroom of Marcie, the girl next door. She has provided me lots of fodder for masturbation over the last few years. Caught lots of views of her while we were cooking out with her parents by their pool. At least they have a pool. Sigh. Anyway, usually Marcie was wearing one of those younger set swimsuits with the material that is way too tight. I could see or imagine the camel toe and appreciate what was going on in there. She was kind of turned on by my masculine features, particularly the hair on my arms and back. Yeah, right. Anyway, thanks to my Foster Grants my wife couldn't see my eyes as I lasered in on Marcie's little pussy crack for the entire afternoon. Oh, the thoughts I had and where my mind went! My erection was painful after a few hours, but well worth it later when I would masturbate. Of course, later on after we got home, my wife went on and on about how Marcie's parents ought to be ashamed of how ill-fitting the swimsuit was on Marcie and that she paraded around entirely too much, how they were gonna be sorry when she turned into some little slut if they didn't control it now. Sheesh.
Now I am on a ladder looking directly into Marcie's room and I can see her sitting at her computer this morning. I immediately note she is wearing panties, one of those thong things that allow lots of butt flesh to show. Oh, this is nice for me. My cock alerts me to the fact that a better vantage point would be up there by the chimney. That way, we could look down into her room. As I step off the ladder onto the roof, I note the heat immediately. Damn, the shingles are sticky with tar from the heat. Me feet move like molasses as I move up to the chimney. Struggling up the incline, I arrive and take up position on the backyard side of my chimney. My view is greatly improved. I can see Marcie as she squirms in her chair while she does her thing. I can see the flat chest in her PJ top and the skinny legs. Oh, I remember those well. Her butt is nice and tight. As I watch her, my cock begins to remind me of its presence as well, so I undo the string holding my shorts up and they fall to my feet. I spread my legs and enjoy the air rushing across my swollen balls. My cock invites my hand to join it, and then I am slowly masturbating while watching Marcie. Knowing she could turn and see me gives me such a rush of excitement! What a pervert I am. I love it. Being on the back of the chimney I'm hidden from the street. And the trees in the back hide me as well. I should come up here more often.
Soon enough Marcie stands from her chair and goes to a dresser drawer and pulls out a bathing suit she wants to apparently wear today. As she turns, I see the flat tummy and flat chest better. Her skinny legs draw my eyes to the little cunt that lies within. My hand moves faster over my cock and I note the precum that is starting to flow. The precum and the sweat from my brow dripping onto my cock lube me up nicely. I feel so alive out here, masturbating in the open!
Marcie steps back to the edge of the bed and skinnies out of her thong as she prepares to put on the red bottom of her swimsuit. As she turns I see the little pussy lips appear and then she leans over to step into the suit. My eyes note in a mirror her bald cunt and the tight skin surrounding it. Marcie innocently drops a finger into the little cunt to test whether it's clean enough for the swimsuit. First she sniffs the finger and then tastes it. Satisfied, she sits and begins to get dressed. Unknown to her, I am almost at the peak of my roof and my approaching orgasm. As I await my orgasm's arrival, I spread my legs more and increase the speed of my masturbation, my hand flying over my throbbing cock, the precum flying and splatting on the shingles at my feet. Deciding that I need better viewing for the final stage, I move forward a step, and suddenly my feet trip over the shorts that have dropped and tangled in my shoes. Without warning, I stumble sidewards, falling flat on my fat gut as I croak, "Oh, shit!" Now my story turns for a twist I hadn't planned on. Landing hard on the hot shingles, I begin a fast slide toward the rear of the house, scraping my cock, balls and legs along the roof as I go. In my panic I try to imagine a way to stop my descent, but it's like slow motion to me. All I can do is freak out and see the rear edge coming up. I see the gutter edge and think I'll grab it and stiff-arm it and stop. No, I ain't no gymnist or athlete. That didn't work. I slid right up to the edge, clawed for the gutter to stop myself, and amazed myself that I did a perfect hand stand on the gutter for just an instant. It would be beautiful in slow motion replay. Unfortunately, that ain't how it happened. Immediately I went over the edge and slammed backwards against the eaves and the brick of the house and hung for a few seconds before my weak grip failed me miserably. Remember, I push a pencil for a living, not chisel stone. In my freak-out mode I cry out in panic and drop from the gutter two stories into, you guessed it, the fucking rose bushes in the back yard garden, smashing them and mangling them in all ways possible. Landing with a loud thud, the wind is knocked out of me. After several seconds I can breathe again and I am amazed that I am alive and no bones are broken. I only have lots of scrape marks, tar and shingle material all over my legs and belly and cock and ball and arms, and I've survived the rose bushes pricking my prick.
As I laid there trying to figure out what to do next, I hear the side yard gate open, and in rushes Marcie from next door, out of breath and looking panicky. "Mr. Gordon, I heard you hollering and saw you fall off the roof! Are you okay?"
Two things are happening to me then. I'm laying there on my back with my cock on display to Marcie and she is not upset. Also, as Marcie stepped into the roses and kneeled down, I can see her camel toe from the red bathing suit material mere inches from my face. You know, this is bad, but not that bad. I see her eye my cock as she assesses my condition, yet she is not upset about it. She truly wants to help.
Marcie extends a hand and I lumber to my feet, pretending to be more injured than I am. I lean against her and allow my hand to drape across her shoulder for support as my fingers brush against her flat chest, covered only by her PJ top. I feel those puffy little girl titties and they feel so nice. I detect the nipples coming on alert as I press in as we walk toward the house. Marcie is so supportive and wants to assist me. I am liking this turn of events.
Entering through the kitchen, Marcie hobbles me to the sofa, her eyes down and watching my cock as it swings as we move. I hear her breathing begin to quicken as she licks her lips in her nervousness. My cock twitches and begins to come to a semi-erect position as I fondle her little titty.
Sitting on the sofa, I ask Marcie to go back and get a towel and some ice for my scratches and scrapes. As she leaves I note my cock head is now full again and reddened. The throb has returned. I falsely pretend to be modest as she returns with the towel. She moves my hand and lays the towel over my cock and balls and puts ice down and then covers it, making a clumsy attempt at a cold compress. After a minute I lean back and my cock slips out of the towel. Marcie seems intent on nursing me, so she tentatively reaches for my cock and picks the bits and pieces of roofing shingle material from my balls and my cock. She skins back my cock skin and reveals the swollen head of my cock and touches it gingerly, asking "Does this hurt? It's really red, Mr. Gordon." I assure her it's okay but she could kiss it and make it better. She leans in and places her lips over the cum hole of my cock and places a gentle kiss. As I moan, she returns and licks my cock head. Then, noting my grunting, she opens her mouth and tries to engulf the cock head, limited by her ability to stretch her mouth. Soon enough she is successful and begins her novice attempt to minister to me. My hand reaches under her as she is bent over and I slip my fingers into the waistband of her swimsuit bottoms. She assists me by semi-standing, never allowing my cock to leave her mouth. I slide down her suit bottom and see the most wonderful sight, her bald little pussy with its puffy lips glistening. My finger probes her slit and the silky lips open effortlessly. I run my fingers back and forth and try to probe the opening, tight though it is. This will take a bit of work from me, I am sure, to get that thing spread like I need it.
As Marcie worked, she gained confidence in sucking my cock. She lapped it with her tongue and worked it up and down, her head bobbing in time with my moans of delight. Oh, this girl was a natural at this. I was so torn and excited about my largesse of the moment. Here I was with a naked 16 year old, I was finger fucking her, and she was sucking on my cum laden cock. I had so many fantasies coming true at one time.
Knowing my limitations as a guy, I knew my load was on its way. I ain't no porn star and I have no skill at holding back when I want to cum. I could tell it was time to go. I release the little grip I had on Marcie's bald cunt and reached for her head. I pushed it down onto my cock, grinding her up and down as I bucked. To mouth fuck someone like Marcie was incredible. My balls suddenly tightened up and I arched my back and spewed my cum like I had never before. It was one of those orgasms you only hear about. It rocked my world. I couldn't help but cry out in joy! I almost wanted to cry, period. It was that good! It rose from my balls and expanded the cum hole. The head of my cock was brilliant red and pulsing like something alive. The first blast slammed into her mouth, and she was shocked at its intensity and volume. The cum was thick and gooey as it sprayed her mouth. The second and third arrived as she lifted off my cock. They landed on her eyes and nose. The fourth and fifth ropes landed on her chin and flat chest. She sat there and marveled at the volume of cum covering her. She milked my cock and it oozed all over her hand and wrist. Amazed, she lifted her hand to her mouth and tasted it. Then she cleaned her fingers and wrist, then wiped the cum from her face. All of it went into her mouth. She then smiled and licked the head of my cock clean. Me, I was jello. I could have been shoveled up and moved.
All I could do was smile and whimper. I pulled Marcie to me and somehow conveyed to her that she must sit on my face. I lifted the edge of her PJ top and she removed it. I saw the wanna be titties she had on display. I tweaked the big nipples and they stood out like large pencil erasers. I palmed her titties and then started to lick her bald cunt. Pushing her legs apart on my face, I played her like a harmonica. Back and forth I went from her little cunt to her pink asshole. My tongue plunged in as deep as I could in each place, stopping only momentarily to nibble gently on her hard to find clit. I knew there was more work to be done to open her up. But my tongue was on a mission. I could taste the faint leavings of her pee and it was so delicious to me. I couldn't get enough. Already my old cock was reviving as I sniffed and sucked and tasted her young sweet juice. She was purring and smiling as I lavished her with my tongue. Then she became rigid and arched her back and cried out as she achieved her first orgasm. She bucked and pushed her legs together tightly, nearing crushing my head in the process. I marveled at how strong those thighs were and knew we'd use that for later. In just mere seconds she, too, was limp with release and fell forward on the cushions of that sofa.
I knew the futon in the back was going to be useful for us to unfold her pussy. I had to have some of that while I had the chance. After all, how often does one get an opportunity like this? Like never. I knew I had to plunge that uncharted territory, and do it now. I wanted some of her young pussy bad. My cock was throbbing again and I needed to split her while I could.
With these thoughts running through my mind as she rested, I thought I detected the garage door knob turning. Sure enough, it was. Suddenly the door swung in and my wife and her mother came through the door laden with garage sale crap. Oh, shit.