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Thank you all for your patience. Here finally, is more in the continuing love story that is Harvey and Jocelyn. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults. Thank you NewOldGuy for your excellent editing assistance!
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INFLEXIBLE SCHEDULES!
Everything in Jocelyn's life still ran to a schedule, including her strict timetable for her sexual releases. She'd been bringing herself off with clockwork efficiency ever since she was old enough to know what happened when she rubbed that little nub between her legs... a minimum of six times a day no matter what.
When Harvey came into her life, the old lady used him to relieve her tensions. Her young handsome husband did an excellent job of keeping her on time... every morning before school... every afternoon when he got home... at least once more when they were watching television... and then the mandatory bedtime orgasms that saw them both off into a happy dreamless sleep.
But when Harvey was at school, Jocelyn had to take care of herself.
At 10am, regular as clockwork, as she drank her morning cup of tea, lust would creep up over her curvaceous old body like a warm blanket. Her breath would start coming quicker, her heart beat faster, her big nipples growing stiff and hard... her clitoris would start to throb, and finally, her big meaty pussy would dilate... opening expectantly wide... getting as sweetly, juicily wet as any horny young schoolgirl, as if to say, 'it's 10.30... time to cum!'
If you happened to look through her kitchen window at that moment you'd quite likely see Mrs Besinger, head thrown back in ecstasy, fucking her hungry old twat with something... usually, her big black dildo... pumping her hot wet pussy in a blur as her half-drunk cup of tea goes cold on the kitchen table.
Jocelyn never postponed her urges... she'd found she really couldn't. When her body demanded attention the old woman simply couldn't ignore it.
At home it was easy. Her desire manifested itself so regularly that there was almost always enough time to make herself comfortable. In her bedroom where she can spread herself out on her bed... or the overstuffed leather sofa in her living room... or the recliner on the back deck... or in a bubbly bath... even in their garden if the weather was nice.
But if for whatever reason, she was away from the house, it was quite possible to be caught out... if she missed a bus for example or if an appointment went overtime.
Generally, there was a lockable bathroom handy, ideally at a friend's house, but failing that, a public toilet would do. When her aching pussy called it was time to stop whatever she was doing and find a place to get herself off.
The time the Parent and Citizens meeting had run overtime was a good example. Jocelyn was forced to use the filthy municipal toilet behind the Arts Hall.
The cubicle stunk of urine and bleach and everything was covered in obscene graffiti. Crudely drawn pictures of cocks spurting, impossibly big breasts, illegible sprayed awfulness next to come-on lines like, 'for a good time call SJ', or 'I'll suck you off here at 5pm!'
It was a disgusting choice, but beggars couldn't be choosers. There had been no time to find a better place.
Holding her breath and gritting her teeth the old lady closed the door, lifted her shapeless cotton maxi dress up around her waist, and plopped down on the grungy black toilet seat.
Dear, oh dear, she thought to herself. The price one pays for a healthy libido...
Holding the light cotton shift up under her big tits with one hand, she ran the other down over her belly... down the slope to her crotch...
... ploughing her fingers deliciously over the gusset of her grey faded granny knickers...
...and miraculously she didn't care about her scummy surroundings anymore!
"Ahhh yessss...." she sighed happily. "That's the ticket..."
Her hand easily found its way under the stretched loose satin and into her wet voracious cunt...
"Ohhh yessss..."
...and instantaneously she was fucking herself... madly fisting all the fingers and thumb of her right hand inside her big gaping hole.
"OOoooooo..."
Leaning back against the cistern, she tucked her dress into the crease formed where her big torpedo tits sat on her plump protruding stomach. This released her left hand to play with her clitoris. She carefully tweaked the little nub back and forth... as though tuning the dial of a sensitive shortwave radio.
It felt so good that soon the old woman was making loud gasping grunting sounds like a pig wallowing in mud...
"Ugg... Ugg... Ugggg... gasp...Ugg..."
...the sensation her fingers were producing was exquisite... fisting her cunt... twisting her clit...
"Ugg, Ugggg... mmmmm..."
It was only by chance that she happened to glance to her left. Right there beside her, in the graffitied laminate wall, was a crudely chiselled hole...
...and there was an eye looking through it...
Jocelyn's initial shock immediately gave way to anger.
"Well? What are you LOOKING AT?" she'd demanded. "Go... go... go... Get away you... you... DEVIANT!"
The voyeuristic someone blinked. The deep blue eye cleared its throat...
"I wanna watch," said a deep masculine voice, a sexy baritone voice that made Jocelyn shiver.
It's obviously a mature man, she thought. He sounds like a tradesman... or maybe just a bum...
"Whoever you are you're VERY RUDE," said Jocelyn angrily. "Go AWAY. go AWAY!"
...but the eye kept looking.
Jocelyn's business was too urgent to go elsewhere. With a loud, dramatic sigh of exasperation, she went back to relieving the pent-up sexual tension from her lusty old body.
"I don't know what you want and I haven't the time or the inclination to find out," she said.
As she masturbated she realised she didn't mind him watching. Didn't mind at all in fact. Under the ardent stare of the man in the other stall, Jocelyn squirmed her granny knickers down so he could better see her big hairy pussy. She spread her thick plump thighs and fucked herself with her bunched fist, groping her large firm clitoris with her other hand...
"Ahhhh yessss..." she sobbed. "It feels sooooo gooood..."
When her voyeur started commenting it was all very flattering...
"Mmmm oh yeah... so beautiful... so sexy" and "you're so fucking hot..." and "Mmmmm fuck that lovely old cunt" and so on...
She was perfectly capable of masturbating quietly if she really needed to, especially in a public space. But this time, as her climax rolled over her, she made an exception to the rule.
"Mmmm... ohhhhh... oh YESSSSS..." she moaned excitedly. "Ohhhhh... here it cums... here it cummmmms..."
With the big blue eye watching her Jocelyn punched into her big squishy cunt with a wet, 'shlook-shluck' 'shlook-shluck' 'shlook-shluck'...
"Ahhhh... Ahhhh... AAAAAhhhhhh..." she cried. "I'm... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna Cummmmmm..."
The eye was wide and unblinking. "Oh god... oh god... do it lady... cum... fuckin' cum... do it... do it now..."
"OHHH YESSSSSSSS," screamed Jocelyn, loud enough to startle some birds that were nesting in the exposed rafters. The sound of their frightened flutterings couldn't drown out Jocelyn's loud cries of pleasure as the waves of her orgasm buffered her sexy old body.
"OHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS... YESSSSSS... AHHHH YESSSSS..."
As she sat back, panting and gasping for breath, the eye disappeared and a big black cock came through the hole...
...the big hard thing was quivering... and then shooting...
...cum squirted out obscenely, spraying over her dress and her legs, shooting again and again and again. The big black dick squirted five or six big bolts before it finally began to wilt and the unseen shooter withdrew.
Jocelyn leaned over to look through the glory hole in time to see pants being pulled up and a belt being buckled. She never did see the man's face but the horny old girl made a mental note that this particular toilet block was another good place to masturbate if she got caught out in town.
When Harvey got home that day she told him the story and then got him to jerk off in front of her and then blow in her face.
"Next time," she rasped, as she ogled Harvey wanking himself, "if there is a next time, I think I'll suck it! What do you think boy?"
His answer was to ejaculate on her face. Cum squirted out just like the hidden fellow's had done. Harvey's thick white jizz splashed against her forehead, her cheeks and eyes, until her husband jammed his erupting prick in her red-lipsticked mouth.
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ON THE BUSES
Yesterday, on the bus drive home, Jocelyn was caught out again.
When Harvey wasn't available, public transport was the only way for her to get around town. This particular Thursday the bus home was late. Very late. So late that the old lady knew she couldn't possibly make it home for her lunchtime orgasm. As she waited at the bus stop by the side of the road she realised she'd need to consider a contingency plan... Beatrice's house was too far to walk back to, so it was either hiding in the bushy shrubs behind the bus shelter or ask to use the toilet in the Lebanese bakery across the road...
She'd played cards with Beatrice every Thursday for thirty years and it was a habit the old woman would love to be able to break - she didn't even like cards anymore. But Jocelyn found change challenging and, rather than fix the situation, she just kept going.
Her ample bosom heaved with frustration. If I wasn't so set in my ways I wouldn't be in this mess, she thought.
With only moments to spare the bus arrived. As she hastily clambered aboard she let fly...
"Where have you BEEN?" she yelled at the driver. "Don't you people believe in TIMETABLES anymore? It's... it's... INTOLERABLE SERVICE!"
"I'm very sorry madam," said the flustered middle-aged man. Burt wasn't good with angry old ladies dressing him down. "We had a breakdown... and drivers didn't show up... my schedule has been off all day..."
