While My Husband Died

WHILE MY HUSBAND DIED by Ella After six years of faithfulness (and forced celibacy)to my dying husband, Howard, I crossed the line. My arrogant next-door neighbor, Tony, who Howard always hated, was helping me carry the groceries in- he always does whatever he can to be alone with me- and we talked about my future plans. He asked if I had any possible partners in mind, and I told him that my husband's ex-boss, Tola, constantly asked me out and I'd probably go out with him when Howard (who was asleep at the time) died. He was furious (as I hoped he would be). He said he loved me and wanted me for years, he loved me more than he loves his wife- who I don't particularly care for- and said that if he caught Tola near me he would beat him to death- which he probably could do. All I could think of was oooooooo-la-la...My puss was getting moist. I told him I didn't like that kind of talk, and continued to put the groceries away, exposing my luscious (if I do so myself) 47 year old derriere, and sending telepathic messages to him: "you want my sexy butt, don't you , Tony. You want to sniff it, don't you baby. You want to hump it right here and now, huh baby." I guess he heard me, or saw me arch my back for no reason at all, giving him the age-old signal, because for the first time in my life, I had a real BIG man humping my fat butt, pinching my nipples, licking my ears, my neck, and all I did was try to push him off me with my wriggling butt! I kept telling him over and over "my husband is dying, you can't have me this way"- I swear- I must have said it twenty five times that incredible morning...every time I said it he got angrier, hornier, more domineering, and his HUGE HARD THING kept trying to dominate my ass through our clothes. He forced my head to the said and gave me the kisses I've fantasized about, and while I kept saying what I was saying, I decided to try and make him cum just with my words and my whore french kisses! But I came! He was licking my face, nibbling my nipples though my dress, and eating me through my dress, and telling me he loved me and he'd kill any man who touched me! I told him he better stop or Howard would wake up- he said he'd kill Howard and keep eating my delicious pussy all day! I came again! I stopped, caught my breath- I was gasping- and told him I had to reapply my lipstick. My eyes were locked on his gigantic hard basket- twice as large as poor Howard's- at least. I was overwhelmed with the need todo whatever I needed to do to get Tony to cum in my mouth- I was dying for his cum, and was determined to give my first freakazoid blowjob! I did crazy things with my eyes, mouth, lips and tongue while I reapplied, my eyes locked on his growing bulge. "I kept repeating "Howard is dying, you can't have me this way", in a whiny, babygirl voice! When I was done, he just dropped trou! He was HUGE! He walked to me and slowly rubbed his huge dripping thing all over my made-up face! I thought about this moment for years- I knew exactly what I was going to do. I rolled my eyes up- couldn't really help it. I sniffed him deeply, and gave him gentle baby mouth tongue nibbles, like the Asian girls do. I surrendered to him by putting my hands behind my head. I made him come to me. When he entered my mouth I didn't resist- I slowly took the big velvety smooth head in and pulled off with a very loud, wet POP! I said "Howard is dying, you can't have me this way" and he entered my mouth again. I protested this violation of my marital vows by giving him a second loud slurping POP. By the third POP I had my third orgasm! I lost count of my POPs after thirty- by then he told me he loved me, and I was his whore, and I loved his big hard cock, and I was the best cock sucker he ever had, and he would kill any man that tried to get between us, including Howard! I was gasping, and cumming, and got what I needed. He came in my mouth with strong blasts, warning me to swallow his love juice, I did, with great difficulty. I can cum from sucking his cock, and I know it's going to be a frequent event from now on. Poor Howard. If he only knew! Love to all my sister slutty freakettes and freakazoids (you know who you are), Ella P.S. Feel free to pass on any similarly wicked, slutty thoughts, fantasies or realities to me at mhid55@yahoo.com 7137 1.33/512345