Dial - Season 1 - Episode 12

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Dial - Season 1 - Episode 12

When she put her lips on me it was bliss.

This elderly woman knew her business, by jove, and within a minute she had me strongly agitated in the right kind of way.

“Oh!” she whispered in awed tones as she leaned back with a look of sheer bliss on her face just staring at that hammer of Thor. For a moment, I began to wonder if she just wanted to see it erect since she had not seen an erect one since 1982.

I needn’t have worried though. She got down on her hands and knees and turned that sizeable roundness toward me. It wasn’t bad for an elderly woman, though. The skin was still tight, the sight still amazing.

There never had been any sight more beautiful than a woman bent over, yes, and that was one undebatable assertion of mine. I dropped to my knees and went back a bit, bending low and trying to stick a tongue in there, you know, to wet her up a bit seeing she was a bit elderly and all that, and I didn’t want to hurt her if she was a bit dry, which most of them were.

She looked over her shoulder and saw what I was trying to do.

“No, no, no!” she whispered fiercely, her voice agitated. “We don’t have the whole day! Do me now, please do me now!”
Well, if that was what she wanted…

I reared up then and positioned up behind her, and d--n me to hell if she weren’t more than ready! I had never experienced such a smoother entry, graced with warmth and tightness…no dryness in sight!

She would not allow me to work, no way!

She was like a tigress!

The muscles on her back clenched and unclenched as she moved back and front, back and front, thrusting with feverish dedication, taking my breath away and d--n if she didn’t surprise the living bejezoz outta me!

This was what it was supposed to be!

This was a pro, darn!

Well, it seemed she wasn’t getting the maximum fill-up she wanted, and so she moved away, ejecting me with a muted plopping sound, and then she turned and pushed me almost savagely on the floor!

She stood up, and I looked past all that expanse of sweet rounded thighs, deep waist, amazing curves of the hips, those firm gently-sloping breasts, and I exhaled with an agitation of my own.

She put a foot on each side of me, and I watched that entrance of Jupiter coming down, down, down and she held my straight dangler and guided herself on top of it.
Then began the madness!

Jeeeeeeeezoz!

She went so hard and so fast I was scared she was going to hurt one of us! I was finally convinced that indeed, she might not have seen one since 1982.

She was a beast! She gripped my chest and swung in all directions…straight down, sideways winding, circular oscillation, scissoring brandishing!

That woman was bad, oh man!

So there we were, galloping away, and she had me bubbling pleasantly as I put my hands underneath my head.

“Nononononono!” she said, so fast that it sounded like one word. “Hold my butt, goddamn you, sq££ze my buuuuuttttts!”
Wow!

Darn!

Well, madam had commanded so I reached out and grabbed her twins grinders in my hands hard.

“Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyes!!” she cried.
And it was around that time that the door opened, and my heart went cold because I did not know who had just come in.

A moment later I knew.

“Mrs. Kaklo!” I heard Bajoe scream with horror. “What are you doing, Mrs. Kaklo??”
I tried to get up, frantically scared, but Mrs. Kaklo put her hand on my chest and pushed me down, her face contorted with her heightened fervour, her eyes almost glazed as she raced toward her destination.

Again I tried to stand up.

“Don’t you dare!” she hissed fiercely, her face quite mad.

Well, put like that, there was nothing I could do, and so I relaxed.