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Silver Foxes
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CUE: The Canadian Underground Erotic network
PROUDLY PRESENTS ...
"Silver Foxes"
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I breathed a sigh of relief when the plane touched down at
the airport in Detroit. Not because of a fear of flying, but
rather because I was finally free. Free to start a new life, in a
place where no-one would know my name, or the shame that it had
caused me by my husband now safely a thousand miles behind me.
It had been a messy divorce. My lawyer had a field day in
court bringing forth all the names of the different tramps he had
slept around with, and some of them I had considered to be my
friends! Accusations flew hot and heavy. For every witness my
lawyer produced to testify to my husband's infidelity, his lawyer
brought forth one of his beer drinking buddies to testify that I
was a lousy homemaker and a frigid bitch who never allowed him to
go anywhere or do anything. I was so glad when it was all over,
yet even after the divorce was final, he still kept coming around,
usually drunk and wanting a 'blow-job'.
Friends stopped dropping in, and neighbors would point to me
and talk to each other whenever I was outside. People had
conveniently forgot my number when I left messages for them to
call me. It finally got so bad that I told the real-estate agent
to sell my house for whatever she could get for it, sold all my
furnishings to a second hand dealer, packed what few belongings I
really wanted and shipped them off via courier to a warehouse in
Detroit. Then I went downtown, sold my car for cash and bought a
ticket on the next available flight.
That was six months ago. I found a good steady job as a
secretary at a small factory, and was lucky enough to find an
apartment within walking distance. My apartment is what used to
be the upstairs of a grand old house. The couple that own it live
downstairs.
Ken and Doris are somewhere in their late fifties or early
sixties, and are the nicest friendliest people you'd ever want to
meet. I enjoy their company. I don't have a social life because
I don't want a social life. I've had enough of friends who stab
you in the back, and as far as men are concerned, there's nothing
a man can do that I can't do better with my own fingers. And if I
get tired of my fingers, I can always rely on Mr. Ever Ready, my
battery powered vibrator. It's not as if there aren't any men who
tried to take me out. I might be forty-one, but my body is still
in terrific shape and my face isn't something that cracks mirrors
when I pass by, but I had pretty well taken a vow of celibacy,
vowing never more to get involved with the male species!
Ken on the other hand I don't seriously see as a typical
male. He and Doris have been happily married for over thirty
years. They came over to live in Detroit after leaving their
native England in 1958. Ken had suffered some type of industrial
accident years ago and they had not been able to have children. I
never pried, but I was curious as to what kind of accident Ken had.
I learned a lot about them as we would sit and talk over coffee for
hours on the weekend.
Ken is so sweet. He would be out working in the garden and
always cut some fresh flowers for me and leave them at my door. He
is so debonair, so smooth. He never quite lost that English
accent, and he always dresses so correctly. His shock of gray hair
is well spaced and well groomed.
It's obvious that Ken adores Doris, and its easy to see why.
Doris is an immaculate housekeeper and a superb cook. While she
does dress quite prim and proper, its not too hard to tell that
Doris long ago lost the fight against gravity, but this slightly
rounded affect only makes her look more motherly. Doris's hair
has also turned to silver, but her face is free of any deep
wrinkles, just a few laugh lines around the eyes and mouth. And
Doris is such a good listener too. It wasn't too many weeks before
I had spilled my guts to Doris. She was sympathetic too, and many
a night when my feelings of uselessness got the better of me she
would hold my head against her bosom and let me cry away my
despair, patting my head gently while telling me to let it all out.
I had been living with them for about four months when I came
downstairs one day to find Doris crying softly at the kitchen
table. I asked her what was the matter and with a sad sigh she
finally looked at me with tear filled eyes.
"Oh darling girl" Doris said to me, "I'd been hoping that
after the way that brute treated you, you'd be looking for some
loving from your own kind, but instead I hear that little motor of
yours at night and I think that you'll never want to get close to
anyone again." My hand shot to my mouth and I felt crimson rush
over my face. Doris had heard me using my vibrator! Then it
dawned on me what Doris was trying to tell me! I ran back
upstairs as fast as I could and slammed my door and locked it
tight. How could she! How dare she hold my head to her bosom
pretending to comfort me. I sat on my bed and started to cry.
About an hour passed before my senses came back to normal.
This dear woman really had comforted me, and had never in any way
tried to take advantage of me. My mind was torn. I felt sorry
for the woman downstairs but could not handle the mixed emotions I
felt inside. On one hand she had been right, loving myself
definitely left something to be desired, someone to hold me
afterward. I also remembered years ago when a girl friend had
confessed to her own homosexual tendencies. I had not felt
revulsion then, just curiosity. Not quite curious enough to try
it, but enough so that I wanted to hear more about it. My friend
had told me that she had tried it both ways and had found that a
woman's caress was infinitely more desirable since only a woman
knew how a woman wanted to be held. The more I thought about it
the hornier I got. It wasn't so much Doris who was turning me on,
as it was the idea of sexual contact again. Since I still didn't
want anything to do with men, I considered Doris as a reasonable
alternative. I had just about made up my mind to go back
downstairs when I heard Ken's voice at the door. I opened the
door and let him in.
"Linda" he said, "I hope your not too upset with my Doree."
"You have to understand that Doree has been a lesbian all her
life." I heard what Ken was saying but I told him that I couldn't
understand then why she married him, or him her. "Well Linda" he
continued, "You've got to realize that back in our days, our
lifestyle just wasn't as easily accepted as it was for your
generation. That's one of the reasons we moved to America in the
first place, you see, there was a bit of a scandal back home.
That's why Doree can be so understanding of your plight!"
Now I understood the whole picture! Ken was a homosexual as
well, and they had gotten married to prevent malicious little
gossip mongers from spreading tales! They did truly love each
other, but not in the literal sense of the word.
I told Ken that I understood completely now, patted his hand
and asked him if he would mind staying in my apartment for the
next few hours while I tried to cheer up Doris. He gave me a
knowing smile and said that he would remain there until I told
him to come down. I headed downstairs, feeling light hearted and
slightly light headed. I found Doris washing dishes in the sink,
so I tiptoed in quietly. Aware that she might have felt very
rejected by my earlier behaviour, I decided that I should make the
first move. I wrapped my arms around her waist and gave her a big
hug from behind, then I whispered "I'm sorry Doris if I've hurt
your feelings, its just that you caught me totally by surprise."
Doris turned inside my embrace with a huge smile on her face
and said, "I'm the one who should be apologizing love, it was out
of my mouth before I had a chance to think. I forgot that some
people are very sensitive about their use of mechanical aids."
Then she gave me a kiss on the lips. A soft gentle kiss, softer
then any I had ever received from any man. We hugged for a long
time, and kissed a few times more. "Doris" I said, "I really hate
to rush you but I'm so horny right now that I can't wait a moment
longer." She shook her head and led me by the hand to her
bedroom.
Once inside her room Doris gently eased me on to the bed and
started to remove my clothes. Every button she undid, she would
kiss the flesh it had covered. She kissed my fingers and my toes
then my shoulders and my belly. When her hands reached for my
bra I was shaking with anticipation. As she released my bound
mammaries, I heard her sigh as they spilled into her hands. She
kissed each one lovingly and sucked and nibbled on each nipple
until they were both as hard as pebbles. Then she pulled my jeans
off and kissed her way up my legs. I could feel my cunny really
juicing up now. My panties must have been wet enough to wring.
Next Doris went back to my breasts, licking all around them before
once again descending on my nipples. As much as I enjoyed her
nursing my boobs, I needed release from my anxiety ridden state,
so I gave her head a push in the direction that I wanted her mouth
to do. She trailed a path of wet kisses across my belly down
towards my little furry patch. I arched my hips up to allow her
to remove my soaking undies easier. With one hand she removed my
panties in a flash, pushing them well below my knees where I gave
a little kick and sent them flying. Then her mouth was blowing
warm air against my now swollen flowing cunt. "Oh, fuck me Doris"
I cried, "Fuck me with your tongue! Eat my cunt damn it, I can't
take anymore!"
Her tongue slipped deftly in between my nether lips and
locked immediately on my swollen clit. Just a little suck was all
it took and my back arched off the bed as I screamed out in
ecstasy! My juices sprayed Doris's face as I writhed in one
orgasm after another. Never in my life had I had an orgasm from
oral sex, and in normal sex I had never experienced a multiple
orgasm. This was truly a day of firsts for me. I must have cum
nearly six times before I got too sensitive to take any more
pleasuring. Doris understood and removed her lips from my cunt.
She reached over me and gave me a kiss on the lips, letting me
taste my own juices before letting me drift off to sleep. When I
woke up, I found Doris in bed asleep beside me, naked as the day
she was born. I gently caressed her naked flesh, marvelling at
how soft it was. Doris moaned in her sleep. I gently toyed with
her mammoth breasts causing her nipples to rise like mountains on
their own volition. Then I carefully pulled back the covers to
expose her pubic patch. It was dark and curly, telling me quickly
what her hair colour had been before she had turned gray. As I
gently twirled the dense forest of hair, Doris opened her eyes.
"Hello love" she said. "Did you have a good rest?" I told her
that I had never slept better, and then shyly added that I would
like to learn how to pleasure her. She grinned and told me that
there wasn't anything to learn, if I knew what made me feel good,
then I automatically knew what made another woman feel good!
An hour later, Doris told me that I was a very good beginner,
and that she hoped that it was a beginning for us. I assured this
lovely woman that it certainly was.
It has been two months now since Doris first made love to me
with her tongue. I hardly spend any time in my apartment upstairs
these days, I much prefer going down!
-end-
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