Hi, I thought I'd percentage with you a Holocene experience I had during this past summer. I've previously shared some of my more memorable sexual encounters over the years.

My epithet is mare and I am a harbour aliveness in Sydney Commonwealth of Australia. I'm over 50 and I'm 5'6 '' tall brunette who has put on a bit of weight over the twelvemonth. I've prominent boob ( 38 DD ) with orotund dark areola and bulging pap, wide curvy coxa and thick thigh and shapely sura. Nowadays, I don't count myself anything special but in my younger twenty-four hours, I was pretty with a voluptuous figure which not infrequently attracted woman chaser whistles from cat. I've been married for 25 years and apart from my hubby I've only been fucked twice, once by another man and the other you 'll have to read for yourself ( if you 're curious ) elsewhere on this site.

Our sex aliveness is reasonably standard ( a couple of metre a month, if that ), my hubby is in his late 50's and over the past twelvemonth or two, has had trouble getting it up. To be perfectly frank, I haven't really missed it, as his erect cock was only 11cm/4.5 column inch when we married, and after 3 tike, I hardly felt him when we fucked. I've always masturbated to relieve myself.

Recently I've been getting hornier and have resorted to masturbating while surfing the net. I think my increased libido is related to the Hormone replacing Therapy that my doctor has prescribed me for hot flush. I forgot to refer that I've a vauntingly clitoris measuring 2.5 inches/6.5 cm erect which likes to be stimulated and of which I ‘ m very gallant. If you're interested, you can check out my clitoris on < buttonstolove.tumblr.com > on the 3/15/16, 3/11/16, 1/20/16. I'm the white womanhood with the furry pussy.

Anyway, one Tuesday this final summer, I'd just finished a run of Night shimmy and got home and decided to lie down by our pool to get a tan. It was a gorgeous day, the sun was shining bright and it was exceptionally warm. My backyard is well secluded and my neighbours were not home but at work. I was alone. I stripped off and put on a Bikini, applied my tanning lotion and laid down in a deck chair by the pool and closed my eyes.

I must have drifted asleep. The next thing I remembered was hearing the noise of the pool gate opening. I awoke suddenly and should've been startled but for some reason, I felt very ruttish and steamy. My pussy started to tingle. I must have been dreaming.

I opened my eyes and in front of me stood a handsome blonde tanned Edward Young man. He apologised for disturbing me and introduced himself as Terry and said he was here to clean the pocket billiards. Normally the pool is cleaned on a Thursday so I was not expecting anyone. He explained that the pool cleaning company couldn't send someone on the Th and therefore he had been sent to pick the pool today.

When I focused my eye, I could see that he'd been working for a little while. I then realised that I was lying in battlefront of him almost naked. I knew this young man was getting an eye replete. My large floppy breasts were barely covered by my egg white Bikini top. My nipples were erect and Terry could n't maintain his eyes off my mamilla. My legs were parted. I do not plane my President George W. Bush and therefore thick tussock of my loins were overflowing around my skimpy bikini bottom. To make thing worse, I noticed that my kitty-cat was wet and my clit was raise creating an obvious bulge and moist patch.

I noticed his regard was paying detail attention to my breasts and also glancing down to my privates area. I felt myself getting more wind up but I also felt very guilty as he was young, maybe 20 class old and he started to apologize for disturbing me. I could see the bulge in his shorts. I definitely got his care. I made some excuse about going to get another nerveless drink from the kitchen, this was my excuse to get out of the way and frame myself. I went to the kitchen feeling flattered at his care but still very, very aroused.

I was in a bit of a daze as I poured a swallow and returned to my back deck. I could see that terry cloth was nervous and judgment by the bulge in his drawers also turned on. He was standing by my deck professorship and just stared at my heavy saggy breasts as they swayed as I sauntered towards him. My 1-inch erect wickedness brownness pap proudly pointing out through my dilute white bikini top.

I don't know what happened next. I should have stopped myself but I couldn't, he was 30 years younger than me but it was years since a really virile man had touched me and I was really mad. I felt like such a slut, like a overzealous bitch in heat.

I was hallucinating with hunger, any control I had been taken over by a barbaric primitive frenzy and desire for sexual gratification and this young boy's erect phallus.

I surprised myself by getting down on my knees and unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them down so I could get to his throbbing inflexible manhood. He just stood there, not offering any electric resistance. I could feel a vain cock straining under his short pants and had fuss getting his laborious cock out, so he helped and had it out in just a minute. He was n't very big, in fact he was average-sized, probably around 6 in but his putz was heavy and compared to my husband's minuscule dick, it appeared huge. His proud, untested rooster was curved like a ripe banana tree with a large glistening empurple glans and a blockheaded veiny cock with a heavy hanging scrotal sac covering two large testicles.

I looked up at him and he had his eyes closed now and was just enjoying the feeling. As I leaned forward and took the tip into my mouth, he let out a pant. I slid his congest swollen manhood into my mouth and started to blow it hungrily trying to do my best for this young stud. My husband has always wanted to be skilful endowed, he has always had a job with the size of his 4.5-inch dick. For some reason, I caught myself thinking I only wish he could see me giving this boy the expert blow job of his biography, sucking on this boy's lots heavy and harder penis. He would be so envious.

Terry instinctively reached out and snaffle my mammilla and started playing with my erect teat releasing my bikini top which rendered me even more rabid. My wet aching pussy hungered to be filled.

Here I was sitting on my back deck, topless, with a 20 year old kid 's cock in my sassing. It was so exciting that I started to really draw on his puffy manhood, taking him all the way in until it touched the back of my mouthpiece and then back out again. Here I was, actually acting like a real trollop giving this Whitney Young unknown a blow job.

After a few second of this I took his fleshy cock out of my back talk and asked him if he was enjoying this and he groaned. He still had his heart closed as I was stroking his rigid quivering peter. I continued to kiss and solve the tip of his cock as I stroked it with one mitt and rubbed his grave glob with the other. He had a squeamish sac with much larger orchis than my husband's. Pre cum started oozing from his incision as I greedily licked it up, circling my velvety tongue around his trembling swollen deep purple head.

As I took his cock back into my mouth, I sucked on it with a frenzy, taking it in out of my mouth as quickly as I could and then reached back and started to rub my finger around his anus and he gave out a pharyngeal consonant moan.

I could sense his rhythm start to change with his involuntary hip jab as his heavy balls retracted up into his groin and I knew it was only metre before he released his loading into my mouth.

Soon after, he mumbled that he was going to cum and I took his turgid cock out of my mouth and told him to front at me as I stroked his well humanness with one hand and pushed my finger in his anus with my other hired hand and he just erupted, shooting stream after current of his seed all over me, his anus twitching convulsively around my fingerbreadth. My finger massaging his pulsating walnut-sized prostate. The first spurt landed on my face and then I pointed his hammer to my tits and continued to stroke it. He was shooting so a great deal cum I could not believe it and it was running down my bosom and to my belly. When he finally finished, I took my fingers and wiped his cum from my face and licked it off my fingers and he was spent, still recovering from his climax, his still raise but dwindling manhood twitching involuntarily.

I could smell the distinguishable musky odour of his cum. I have never seen so much semen from a guy before. I'm only used to my husband's load which is usually only about 2/3's of a teaspoonful.

He then got distressed and wanted to impart. He was unquiet that my married man would come in home and hitch him. I told him that he would not be home until much later but my reassurance was insufficient, he insisted that he had to go. I knew I had given this boy the best blow job of his life story and I think that in his naiveness he just didn't know what to do next and therefore ran.

Here I was sitting beside my consortium, topless, with this strange kid's cum all over me and I was now left horny as a frantic wild bitch in heating, my tumefy vulva aching to be satisfied. At that instant, I would have offered my swollen-headed clit and pussy to anyone and fucked anything that walked by. I was so stimulate and deluge with pent-up primitive animalistic lust.

I went to the chamber and got my big 8-inch flesh-coloured dildo out and fucked myself silly with it, imagining what it would've been like if young Terry had stayed and pumped his throbbing turncock inside me. I feverishly rubbed my swollen congested regal clitoris, my ‘ obscene organ of bestial pleasure'until I spasmed with saturated Adam, having one of the most intense sexual climax I've ever had. I could barely breathe.

On reflection, I could not believe that I would do something like that, it was so out of case for me, a middle-aged dowdy suburban lady of the house. I blame my heightened luxuria on my hormone therapy. But I did score a young boy and if I'm honest with myself it felt wild. I hadn't felt so alive for a foresighted time. Now when I'm masturbating or on the few occasions that my hubby is occupy in fucking, I imagine a young proud virile rooster in me. I think that every woman has thought about seducing a vernal man like this, but they are afraid to act on their desire. I did .