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Kanga

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  • Birthday 10/11/1942

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    M.male
  • Location
    Melbourne
  • Interests
    like to read sexy stories
  • Occupation
    bookkeeper
  • Swinging Experience
    never swinged

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    kanga

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  1. Kanga

    The Love Goddess

    My wife had been gone for a solid two months. The only relief I could give myself was masturbation. But unlike when she was here, I could not finish. My poor cock was sore from the lonely hours of effort. So I decided that Tantric Erotic Massage was worth trying, especially as it did not involve sexual intercourse. I hate to reveal the price, except to say it could easily fund a dirty weekend if you had a partner. The first massage was the cheapie. I lay on the table while this Polish woman with a superb sexy body massaged my back with lovely broad sensual strokes, leaning over so her soft body touched mine, nude except for a g-string, My hand soon found her bottom and she let me feel her soft buttocks. My finger got pretty close to her clit. I turned over and she wasted no time in grabbing my Willie, and her hands smeared with oil she rubbed rapidly. I gushed forth and got my first relief in months. I wanted more but, another client was due. She explained than next package was body to body, not on the table but a futon and I got to feel inside her vagina. Consequently the cost was double. I had no resistance as I booked her for Saturday afternoon. I parked the car without much thought, a move I would later regret. The streets of this affluent suburb were crowded with race goers off to the summer horse racing carnival. The girls were elegant and sexy wearing very short expensive outfits while the young studs that escorted them wore stylish suits. I felt very happy to be alive and excited by what lay before me. She greeted me with a friendly but business like way, showed to me to the room where the pleasurable event was going to take place and asked me to take my clothes off. I half sat on the futon eagerly awaiting her arrival. We commenced with the Tantric ritual of hands on hearts, her leg against mine, and looking into each other eyes, followed by breathing exercises in the cobra position. I lay on my stomach and she massaged my back as she straddled my bottom rubbing my back with a generous application of warm coconut oil. “Would I like to massage her, I could use the table if that was easier”. I did not hesitate. My hands ran over the smoothness her sexy skin. I poured on the oil, again and again I massaged, my body quivered in excitement. Her legs were sensational to feel and massage but best of all I sneaked an occasional chew of her toes. Every now and then I bent down to lick her body. She moaned in delight ”just brilliant“ she said. Next we moved back to the futon and she removed her G-string. She directed me to lie on my side and she joined me so that my cock just entered her bum. We rocked back and forth, allowing me to thrust forward. But I was forbidden to penetrate further. She lay on her back and took my hand allowing it to gently enter her vagina. Inside was smooth as silk; my finger found the tiny lump that had given my wife pleasure, all I had to do was rub it and I knew she would climax. She shook with excitement, “Did I want to watch her cum?” she asked. I preferred to hug her, stealing an occasional kiss on her cheek, and chewing on her ear lobes. She was not pleased that I was doing this. Having climaxed she wanted me too. She poured oil on her stomach and asked me to masturbate. I tried but to no avail, I could not cum, in fact I had gone limp. She grabbed my cock and ran it through her fingers rapidly. It was no use. She rubbed my slack cock between her well formed breasts. Still no use. I just cuddled her and relaxed. Ever optimistic I scheduled another time for Tuesday AM, determined to improve my performance. I hurried into the sunny street buoyed my experience. I came to where I thought I parked my car, in a far-off side street, only to find it was missing. Not having my mobile, I entered a shop to use a phone to call the police. I was distraught to say the least. While ringing the cops, a shop assistant came forward to tell she saw a car being towed, a little red car. I soon came to realize what had happened, in my haste I parked across a driveway. The tow away company informed me I could not collect my car until Monday. Despite what had happened I resolved to keep smiling. Tuesday, a public holiday for the city’s cup day, came soon enough, I arose early, caught the train and arrived an hour before time. We had arranged to meet early but the gate remained shut. I walked nervously around the block several times. Finally it was opened. I hurried inside and was greeted by my “lover”. She motioned me to get undressed. I waited for what seemed an eternity before she made her appearance. We had the usual hand on heart thing and then she said “why not massage me, it was easier getting up again”. Good thinking I readily agreed. This time I gave her the massage of her life, no part was to be left untouched. My hands stoked down her body, getting closer to the center of interest, pouring the oil on, kissing her moist delectable body every minute, moving to lick her well shaped slightly prickly legs. I rubbed her soles, massaged each toe, and the kissed them. She said, “It is up to you to take my G-string off”. I did not hesitate. Now I could massage her hairy pubic mound. It was just great but I realized we had to move on. We lay down on the futon, my cock in her bum, and my hand cradling her soft lovely breast. She began to rock, and I thrust forward. Slowly but surely my cock began to advance. I began to feel something, something was gripping as she pushed and I pushed. I rubbed her cunt too. “I am cuming, fuck me hard, you can cum inside” she repeated. I kept going, very tantric, but try as I might, I could not finish. She said she came five times but poor me I did not come even once. OK, I did not make through the front door but at least the back door was open.
  2. What age do swingers retire? Do they have clubs dedicated to seniors 55+ ?
  3. Not all, I think pubic is a great turn-on both visually and to feel.
  4. Joe was delighted to get the bookkeeping job at the cake shop. It was only for one day a month, but it was well worth it. In addition to his sweet tooth Joe had his eye on Mary for long time ever since he had moved into the area. Mary was the boss and she the managed the old-fashioned shop well. The cakes were never quite fashionable, the décor dowdy and shop needed a coat of paint. But a cake was cake to Joe and he kept coming. Joe loved the creamy sweetness of the éclairs but most of all he liked looking at Mary. He loved staring at women often, even when he was with his wife. Most of the time they looked away in disgust, sometimes they smiled at him (I don’t know which embarrassed him the most). You see Joe was not a handsome man, his belly hung over his belt and his smile was more of a grin. So he could look all he wanted, he was not going to get any takers. Mary could not be described as being beautiful either. She was just a little short of being obese. However her face was thin and she had sexiness about her. Her hair was now graying , her attempts at tinting only served to highlight the problem. One thing Joe liked, her hair was tied in a pony tail. Now in her fifties she had been through two acrimonious divorces that left her bitterly unhappy and fearful of another commitment. The staff had all gone home and they were alone in the shop, Joe had worked out the profit for the month, $765 not much reward for the long hours Mary had put in. He had learned early in his career not to worry about the paper profits, he was sure plenty of cash had slipped into Mary’s purse. She shrugged off of the poor result as Joe had predicted. It was time for have a cup of coffee and cake (éclairs of course). "I know you have been looking at me for a long time" Joe looked away he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, "Do you like me? I bet you think of me 80% of the time" Joe was shocked at her frankness. He struggled to get the words out " Yes I do, very much" he said in a quite voice. "Well then come here" He hesitantly approached her putting his hands as far around her as he could. She grabbed his head with both hands, her lips were on his lips, her tongue rubbing against his tongue. His cock was now fully erect, somehow he managed to open his fly and it flew out of his underpants. It was now rubbing against her rubber apron. Oh how he loved the feel of rubber. He wanted to go and on but the excitement was too much, he came, the white cum spurting over the black apron. "Now for desert" Mary grabbed his hand and took him upstairs to her apartment. "Let’s take this plate of éclairs". The bedroom was musty as was the shop, the bed was king-size and unmade, and the sheets smelt as though had not been washed in weeks. But Joe was oblivious to his surroundings, he was floating on air. Mary threw off her clothes "Joe undo my bra" Her tits flopped, yes they were big and loose but boy they felt good. Joe now had gotten rid of most of his clothes except his singlet. Her pussy was now visible, its gorgeous lips irresistible. She was very hairy, to Joe this added to the excitement. She lay on her back and reached and over and delicately took hold on an éclair. "Joe I want you to put this cream cake on my pussy". Joe knew what she wanted. He mashed the éclair against her pussy lips. His tongue dug deep inside. He passed the chocolate, cream, pastry until he could taste the salty tang of her pussy juices against the smooth exciting inside of her vagina. With one swallow it all went down his gullet, the lot. That evening Joe’s wife who loved him dearly and did her best to keep him happy and content, said that she had a surprise after supper. "I went into town today and stopped off at your favorite cake shop. Guess what I bought you, the desert you just love to eat." "Thank you darling" Joe grinned to himself.
  5. Kanga

    Friends to Talk To

    I raced to my computer to check my Emails as soon as I got home. Just the usual annoying so called free gifts and Nigerian scams. Five days ago I advertised for couple, preferably in their sixties, looks not important, to have free and frank discussion on every topic, especially sex. I revealed that I was married but my wife would rarely participate especially when erotic topics were discussed. Today was different, there was reply. I closed and locked my office door. The letter was brief, the women was 62 her husband 66, just the right age. Their kids had left home and they were both retired public servants. They live only two miles away. Les and Barbara had bought up there kids well; their children had all gone to university, gotten professional careers and established themselves. The only problem was they lived in another state. Barbara had attached picture of them, she had pretty blonde hair and Les had distinguished grey hair, they were both pleasant looking despite the fact that were on the fat side. I did not mind at all, in fact it was just the looks I was seeking. You see I am trifle obese myself. Since an early age, people had told me my looks were, not to mince words, plain ugly. So it’s with some trepidation that I sent them my picture, with an outline of my life similar to theirs. To my pleasant surprise they replied. We agreed to meet at coffee shop near their place. The meeting went off well and we talked for hours about everything except sex. It was obvious we were compatible and I agreed to come to their home in a week’s time. My wife was visiting our daughter overseas. The evening started with a wonderful meal of Atlantic salmon and salad. My favorite. We all settled on the couch watching a rerun of Hello Dolly. Not very interesting at all. Barbara reached out and grabbed my hand. I put my other hand behind her. The urge to kiss her was irresistible. I did, on the lips, I was ecstatic. My cock was bursting out of my trousers. Les pretended not to notice. To my astonishment, she kissed me back. I could taste her tongue on my lips; the faint taste of salmon was delicious. My hand moved from her back to caress her breasts, they felt loose and floppy, but a joy to squeeze. Les had nodded off to sleep, leaving us free to embrace. Barbara took my hand drew me to the master bedroom. We tore off each others clothes, pulled back the sheets. Barbara lay on her back, legs apart. I was enthralled by her vagina, in the half light of the room; it was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. My tongue was stretched to its limits, the taste was mixture of lemon and cream, most of all the texture was supreme, even better than my favorite chocolate bar. I could not to stop licking. Barbara was enjoying the experience even more than me. Her convulsions became more intense, until she climaxed. I kissed her deeply, thrusting my tongue as far as I could go. Now I was free to put my hard cock in her lovely soft caressing vagina. I lowered myself against her engaging fleshy body. I felt her tummy against mine, flesh against flesh. In and out I went, each thrust felt like heaven, till at last I was done. I pumped all I could, cum shot into her and I loved the feeling. We lay together in each others arms, kissing gently, our passion exhausted replaced by need to remain close to each other. Les came into the bedroom. I was more than a little worried, would he fall into a jealous rage? Barbara had made me so happy and fulfilled, it was all worth it, even if he killed me. No I thought this was crazy, I should get up and apologize. There were no words spoken He took his clothes off and naked slid between the sheets. Barbara did not seem worried at all. My poor cock was now limp and I lay on my back with my hand under Barbara. He leaned over, gently took hold of my cock and started sucking. I had never experienced this before but I had imagined it. The actual feeling was better than just thinking about it. He could do marvelous things with his tongue. I came again, unfortunately for Les it was inside his mouth. He loved it. It tasted great he said. Finally we fell asleep side by side. Next morning we awoke refreshed and happy. Barbara and I had a great shower together. She made a scrumptious breakfast. Next week we promised to meet again, maybe even to discuss sex.
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