Those Tight Ass Jeans

Those Tight Ass Jeans

I was balls deep with all seven inches of my hard cock pounding the lady’s asshole, unmercifully.
Her moans, gasps and exclamations told me she was enjoying it as much, or more, than I was… and I was L-O-V-I-N-G it.

It had been her idea, being thoughtful about my recent shoulder surgery.
When she crawled onto the bed, Josie had stuck her awesome ass into the air and offered, “Either hole is fine with me, Donnie.”

Since my own ex had always refused anal, Josie’s little brown pucker held my interest… although her pussy was a delectable sight.

“Are you sure? I’ve never butt-fucked anyone before.”
She chuckled, “Well, I kinda like it. Leo talked me into it while we were still on our honeymoon.
“Take it if you want it.”
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It all started earlier in the evening when I went to Dusty’s Place, a local country & western club where a co-worker played in the house band on weekends.
I was happily sipping on my second Lone Star longneck and watching the ‘menu’ of women at the bar and on the dance floor.
A faded pair of denims with ‘frayed’ holes in the legs caught my attention.
I thought I recognized the figure, but she kept her head down, watching her feet while she was line dancing.
The straw hat with a broken brim didn’t hide her recognizable red hair.
I made my way through the crowded floor and lined up behind her… and her fine ass.
A few steps later, it was time to clap your hands and do a quarter turn, which put us side-by-side.
“’Evenin’, gorgeous… what’s a lady like you doin’ in a place like this?”

“Donnie!”
She wasn’t very big and I easily caught her as she jumped up, wrapping her familiar arms around my neck and legs around my waist.
Her tits felt wonderful pressing against my chest, but she wasn’t ‘available’… at least as far as I was concerned.
“Hey!