"FUCK!!!" Victoria screamed, riding Kyle in reverse cowgirl on Monday morning. He groaned beneath her, squeezing her tits as she bounced her pussy on his cock.
He then had her get on all fours and slid his slimy dick into her ass and began to fuck her hard.
"Fuck yeah!!" Victoria cried, throwing herself back at him, his balls slamming against her pussy.
He kept pounding harder and harder, pulling her hair as his huge dick split her in half. He felt his dick expand and began fucking her faster and faster as he felt his nuts begin to heave.
"HOLY SHIT!!" Kyle yelled, "I'm cumming!"
He felt his cum begin blasting into her ass, filling her colon with his hot jizz. He pulled out, his seed spilling from her overflowing asshole.
"God, that was great," she panted, Kyle laughing behind her as he soon drifted back to sleep.
With Emily, Marie and most of the other sluts all had been requested to come to the porn convention in California, mostly a huge orgy of porn addicts, nymphomaniacs and sexual deviants fucking and testing out new sex tools. Thus Victoria was left to keep Kyle's insanely high sex drive satiated, a task which she was more than willing to fulfill, despite the hard passionate sessions usually having her running late to work.
As she rushed in 20 minutes late to her first period class, she bumped into her friend and colleague Deidre Wallace.
"Oh good you're here," Deidre said, exasperated, "I stalled as long as I could when Ms. McGillvery came around."
Victoria sighed and thanked her, knowing the staunch older principal would have her ass if she was late again.
"Thank you so much, Dee," Victoria said gratefully, making sure the hall was clear before she got into her classroom with just enough time to hand out homework before the bell for second period rung.
Deidre however knew something was off. Having been at the school for just about as long as Victoria, she knew her routine and wondered why she had been seemingly so careless as of late. Apparently nothing was wrong as Victoria always seemed happy, dressing almost as if she was in her early twenties instead of dressing what was deemed more appropriate for a woman of her 47 years.
The glow about her however was as if she had just had sex. She well knew that Victoria was divorced, living with her daughter and son-in-law. But the glow, positive attitude this early on a Monday and her disheveled clothing gave it all away. Thinking of Victoria getting fucked made Deidre unbelievably horny.
Having gotten divorced earlier that year, she'd been dating a few different guys but while some had appealed to her emotional needs, none could satisfy her sexually. Her urges only grew throughout the day as she went through her classes, seeing the bulges in the jeans and shorts of her male students, wishing silently she could just rip their pants off and let them fuck her senseless.
By the time final period let out, Deidre felt as if she was going insane. She could hardly wait to get home and get off on her dildo. As she was leaving however, she bumped into Victoria again.
"Hi Deidre!" she said cheerfully, "I can't thank you enough for handling my class."
She nodded. "It was really no problem at all."
The two chatted for a few moments until Victoria noticed how off Deidre was acting.
"Whats wrong Dee?" she asked, genuinely concerned at her usually happy friend so down.
"Well," she began, "it's just I see how good you have it. Ever since the divorce I have had a single night of a just a good, hard fuck. Then when I saw you come in this morning, I missed that."
"I'm sorry Deidre," Victoria replied, comfortingly rubbing her arm, "I know how terrible that can be."
Deidre nodded. "But I'm sure you don't want to hear about my problems. I'll let you get on home."
"Nonsense," Victoria replied, "You should definitely get it off your chest. Did you ride with the carpool today?"
She nodded, the carpool already having left so she just assumed she'd call a cab to take her back to her apartment. Instead, Victoria told her to get in the car with her and they drove uptown to the mansion.
"God, your son-in-law must be loaded to have you living this good!" Deidre exclaimed.
"You could say that," Victoria replied with a sly grin.
They parked and headed inside. Deidre had a seat while Victoria rummaged in the kitchen before returning with two large wine glasses and a bottle of merlot.
"Now," she said, pouring each of a large serving, "tell me all about it."
******
"... and that's just it." Deidre finished, after having detailed her problems to Victoria, "I guess in the end I want to just feel like I still exist."
"Well, you definitely exist," Victoria replied, "you still look amazing and sexy. And those tits... I mean... WOW! Are those G's?"
Deidre nodded. "They are. I used to be proud of them but the way they sag now..."
Victoria nodded and proudly rubbed her own firm, juicy tits.
"God, if those weren't so high, I'd swear they were real."
Victoria laughed. "They are real, honey! No blade is touching this rack."
"But how can they still be in such great shape?" Deidre asked, eager to know Victoria's technique, believing it had to be some diet or the type of bra she wore. She was about to reply when the answer himself walked in, the back door opening as Kyle entered, whistling as he came into the kitchen.
"Wow..." Deidre said excitedly, "who's he?"
Victoria giggled. "That's my son-in-law Kyle."
A look of disappointment passed Deidre's face but she greeted Kyle and he greeted her back, giving her smile and seemed to her pussy get soaking wet. Kyle then set to making himself some lunch while the two MILFs talked in the next room.
"So what are you thinking of looking for in a guy, Deidre?" Victoria asked, refreshing both their glasses.
"Oh I don't know," she sighed, "it's just so hard to meet good guys these days."
"I can understand that," Victoria replied, "but you still have needs and desires that have to be met. I mean I imagine it can't be that fun going to bars or dating sites. Sometimes you don't even want companionship, you just need the thrill of some sex."
"That's the damn truth," Deidre laughed, sipping from her glass.
"It would reduce your stress," Victoria said softly, rubbing her hand up and down Deidre's thigh, "just meeting up with a random hung stranger and getting the shit fucked out of you."
