Introduction: All persons in this story are over 18. The older men no longer have wet dreams, but they still dream. Although men may be older, sex still fills their brains. In this story, the older participants get to re-experience sex. Dear Reader, sexual desire doesn't stop just because a man is aged, it just slows down a bit.
GANG BANG AT HOBO JUNCTION
You might remember my sister-in-law? A while back she and I pulled off a stunt that if I think about it, still gives me a hard-on. Chartreuse was feeling very horny and in the mood for a lot of sex. This means a lot of men. We ended up in my camper, out at a highway rest stop, where she invited ten or was it eleven, guys to sample her ample body, that is, to gang bang her. Let me refresh your memory in case you never read of our experience.
My brother's wife and I have had our share of sexual adventures. It all started when I was in the middle of fucking her, when the rubber broke. My 8-inch cock was so deep inside her vagina I wasn't even aware that my dick's head had broken free. I was flying high. It just felt so good, I finished in a flurry. Chartreuse's legs were so tightly wrapped around my waist that I couldn't have escaped even if I'd wanted to, so I dropped a few fuckless weeks of cum right up the pussy trail.
When our girl started missing her periods we knew we had a problem. Still, we took advantage of the unplanned pregnancy and gave up using condoms at our weekly fuck-sessions. Chartreuse didn't want to spoil the wedding so three months later she married my brother Mark. Nine months to the day, Delmore Hannibal O'Keeffe was born. Now my son calls me "Uncle."
You probably are thinking, what do you call a guy who is fucking his brother's wife? You can call me "Jerry."
Fucking your brother's wife is more common than you might expect. The kids that result are usually fine. This is not incest, we aren't even related except by marriage.
My older brother Mark always bullied me. He'd give me a kick in the pants when I'd least expect it. When I was a teenager with a girlfriend, he'd sabotage me by telling her nasty stories, or showing goofy pictures of me jerking off with my eyes closed. Usually, he'd end up having sex with my favorites.
Sure, I felt a little guilty about fucking his highly sexed fiancΓ©. Mark had met her when she was a stewardess on a jet flight. He was proud to report they'd had sex an hour later in the plane's tiny bathroom. I've wondered if Mark was the only one she fucked on that flight. She was one hot babe! You could charbroil a hot dog in her vagina. If you saw her you'd understand why no man could say no.
After Chartreuse and I had sex a few times, I warned her that Mark was bisexual. He was still fucking his college roommate each week after they played a round of golf at the Oakhurst Golf Club. When I found Mark's misplaced phone, he had a Tinder account under the name "Fuckums." It wasn't too hard to figure the rest out. The big macho guy was part gay. Nope, not all gay, the dude was still fucking women, he hadn't closed the door on any sexual partners. There was even a message from the lead female singer in the church choir requesting a repeat performance after choir practice.
Mark wasn't gay and he wasn't straight, he was a sexaholic. He was busy screwing everything on two legs. While Chartreuse was busy caring for Delmore during the first year, she was still having occasional sex with her husband. It turned out that occasional just was not enough.
I think Mark married Chartreuse just to please my Mom. But how many asses can you fuck in a week and still have enough jizz leftover for your wife? To help deal with her sexual frustration, Chartreuse and I started fucking again. She was always horny and Mark was always at work or out golfing. We'd leave Delmore with my mom and we'd blow off steam.
We weren't in love, we just liked having sex together. Usually, we'd sixty-nine each other with a strong fucking finish. Frequent fucking brings people closer together. We became good friends. Why not? She was my sister-in-law and my son's mom.
When I voiced trepidation that Mark might discover our trysts, Chartreuse said they'd signed a prenup permitting open sexual relations. It turned out that my sister-in-law knew from the start that Mark was bi-sexual.
"I know he likes men. I know he likes to suck cocks.I know he is a butt bandit. But, we are free to fuck whomever we want too and I don't believe in divorce."
I respect her. I have no problem with women who are promiscuous and admit it. I have trouble with women who cheat and deny it. Ok, enough family stuff.
When Chartreuse was born her Dad exclaimed,
"Her eyes are green, the color of French Chartreuse, we will call her Chartreuse."
My sister-in-law looks like a young Kathleen Turner. In her early films the actress was a gorgeous sexy persona. Then like our favorite athletes, she morphed into a plus-plus size model. Google and take a look at Turner back in the early days.
Chartreuse stands about 5'10" in flats but in a six-inch heel, her head may scrape the ceiling. She has gorgeous legs and honey blond hair. After a good fuck her eyes shine like the finest Brazilian emerald. She wears her hair shoulder-length, has large breasts as hot as a radiator, and a narrow waist like Monroe. Her nipples are long, the areolas are dark on her creamy skin, and her ass is super curvy. Soon after she gave birth she recovered her figure.
I've never known a woman so highly sexed. If there is a cock within reach, she'll go for it. I watched her have sex with ten different strangers in my camper and it was like each guy was fucking his lost highschool sweetheart.
Chartreuse said after a few too many drinks she once took on a college fraternity house of horny guys. Chartreuse is a blow job artist. As an airline stew, she'd sucked and fucked more pilots and passengers than she remembers.
"I once got tipsy on some French Champagne and blew twelve guys in first class. They left me a thousand dollar tip. It made me feel like a whore so I used it to buy a sexy pair of Manolo Blahniks."
She had this gangbang fantasy. It sounded exciting. After we talked about it a few times, she said,
"Jerry, let's stop talking about it, let's do it."
That was the story of how she did ten guys in a rest stop. Or was it eleven?
When my brother Mark announced he was going skiing with one of his male fuck buddies. Chartreuse said,
"While Mark is away, I'd like to bring some cheer to the homeless."
I knew what she meant. Another gang bang was in the works!
The day Mark left, we dropped the kid off with my Mom and Chart and I drove north in my 24-foot camper, with a double-sized bed and a tiny bathroom. She was seated next to me in the captain's chair and kept playing with my dick. Finally, I had no choice but to say,
"Chartreuse, either blow me or leave my dick alone."
I pulled over and of course, she blew me. What a relief!
We drove out on Interstate 15, northeast in the direction of Hoover Dam, then Nevada Route 169 leaving the interstate at Crystal. We passed a bunch of closed roadside stores. Most were broken into by vandals and sprayed with graffiti. I pulled behind one building and we rested for a half-hour. I got out to piss and Chartreuse squatted.
We were hungry so we decided to stop at the next fast food place. When we passed a Hamburger joint, I pulled over and bought two burgers and some crispy fries, sodas, and a twelve-pack of beer. Then we drove on to a higher elevation.
"Did you figure out the best place for me to spread my legs and give the homeless some cheer?" said Chartreuse.
"Yes, I've found the perfect place, that's where we are headed. I'd really like to butt fuck you before the other guys get to you."
"Sure Jerry, just pull over. I really need to stretch my ass hole because a lot of guys prefer ass to cunt these days, with all those big assed hip hop entertainers on TV."