Hi, I thought I'd share with you a recent experience I had during this past summer. I've previously shared some of my more memorable intimate showdown over the years.

My name is Maria and I am a lactate living in Sydney Australia. I'm over 50 and I'm 5'6 '' tall brunette who has put on a bit of weight over the yr. I've great breasts ( 38 DD ) with large nighttime areolae and protuberant nipples, wide of the mark curvy hips and thick thighs and shapely calves. Nowadays, I don't look at myself anything special but in my new days, I was pretty with a sonsy physical body which not infrequently attracted Hugo Wolf tin whistle from guys. I've been married for 25 eld and apart from my husband 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 life is pretty standard ( a span of prison term a month, if that ), my hubby is in his previous 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 inches when we married, and after 3 kids, 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 internal secretion Replacement Therapy that my Doctor of the Church has prescribed me for hot flushes. I forgot to mention that I've a large clit measuring 2.5 inches/6.5 cm erect which likes to be stimulated and of which I ‘ m very proud. If you're interested, you can check out my button on < buttonstolove.tumblr.com > on the 3/15/16, 3/11/16, 1/20/16. I'm the white woman with the furred pussy.

Anyway, one Tuesday this finale summer, I'd just finished a run of night shifts and got house 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 neighbor 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 adjacent thing I remembered was hearing the noise of the puddle gate possibility. I awoke suddenly and should've been startled but for some ground, I felt very horny and evoke. My twat started to tingle. I must cause been dreaming.

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

When I focused my eyes, I could see that he'd been working for a small while. I then realised that I was lying in front man of him almost naked. I knew this young man was getting an eye full. My large floppy breasts were barely covered by my white bikini top. My mamilla were erect and Dame Alice Ellen Terry could n't celebrate his eyes off my pap. My legs were parted. I do not shave my scrub and therefore loggerheaded tufts of my loins were overflowing around my skimpy bikini merchant ship. To progress to matters speculative, I noticed that my kitty-cat was wet and my button was erect creating an obvious protuberance and moist maculation.

I noticed his gaze was paying special attention to my breasts and also glancing down to my crotch area. I felt myself getting more awaken but I also felt very hangdog as he was youth, maybe 20 geezerhood old and he started to apologize for disturbing me. I could see the swelling in his shorts. I definitely got his attention. I made some alibi about going to get another cool drinking from the kitchen, this was my excuse to get out of the way and compose myself. I went to the kitchen tactual sensation flattered at his attending but still very, very aroused.

I was in a bit of a haze as I poured a drink and returned to my back deck of cards. I could see that Dame Ellen Terry was queasy and judgement by the bulge in his short pants also turned on. He was standing by my deck chair and just stared at my grueling saggy bosom as they swayed as I sauntered towards him. My 1-inch upright dark brown mamilla proudly pointing out through my slim down blank bikini top.

I don't know what happened next. I should have stopped myself but I couldn't, he was 30 twelvemonth jr. than me but it was class since a real virile man had touched me and I was really excited. I felt like such a strumpet, like a fanatical beef in heat.

I was frantic with lustfulness, any controller I had been taken over by a fantastic primitive frenzy and desire for intimate gratification and this untried 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 rigid manhood. He just stood there, not offering any resistance. I could find a swollen cock straining under his shorts and had worry getting his hard cock out, so he helped and had it out in just a irregular. He was n't very big, in fact he was average-sized, probably around 6 inch but his hammer was hard and compared to my husband's little dick, it appeared Brobdingnagian. His proud, young turncock was curved like a ripe banana with a great glistening purplish glans and a thick veiny shaft with a expectant hanging scrotal sac covering two large testicles.

I looked up at him and he had his eyes closed now and was just enjoying the tactual sensation. As I leaned forward and took the tip into my sassing, he let out a gasp. I slid his congested swollen manhood into my back talk and started to suckle it hungrily trying to do my trump for this young stud. My husband has always wanted to be well endowed, he has always had a problem with the sizing of his 4.5-inch dick. For some reasonableness, I caught myself thinking I only wish he could see me giving this boy the salutary bollix job of his aliveness, sucking on this boy's often larger and harder penis. He would be so envious.

Terry instinctively reached out and grabbed my boob and started playing with my erect tit 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 yr old kid 's putz in my mouth. It was so rouse that I started to really suck on his turgid manhood, taking him all the way in until it touched the backbone of my sass and then back out again. Here I was, actually acting like a real slovenly woman giving this Whitney Young stranger a setback job.

After a few arcminute of this I took his fleshy cock out of my oral cavity and asked him if he was enjoying this and he groaned. He still had his optic closed as I was stroking his rigid quivering hammer. I continued to kiss and puzzle out the tip of his tool as I stroked it with one bridge player and rubbed his heavy balls with the other. He had a nice sac with practically big ball than my husband's. Pre cum started oozing from his slit as I greedily licked it up, circling my velvety tongue around his trembling swollen abstruse purple head.

As I took his stopcock back into my lip, 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's breadth around his anus and he gave out a guttural moan.

I could feel his beat start to interchange with his involuntary hip jabbing as his punishing ball retracted up into his jetty and I knew it was only time before he released his cargo into my mouth.

Soon after, he mumbled that he was going to cum and I took his bombastic turncock out of my mouthpiece and told him to look at me as I stroked his egotistical manhood with one hand and pushed my finger in his anus with my early hand and he just erupted, shooting flow after flow of his cum all over me, his anus twitching convulsively around my finger. My finger massaging his pulsating walnut-sized prostate. The first jet landed on my face and then I pointed his tool to my tits and continued to stroke it. He was shooting so much cum I could not believe it and it was running down my bosom and to my belly. When he finally finished, I took my finger's breadth and wiped his cum from my face and licked it off my finger and he was spent, still recovering from his orgasm, his still raise but dwindling humanness twitching involuntarily.

I could sense the distinct musky olfactory perception of his cum. I have never seen so much semen from a guy before. I'm only used to my hubby's onus which is usually only about 2/3's of a teaspoonful.

He then got worried and wanted to leave. He was nervous that my husband would come home and catch him. I told him that he would not be home until lots 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 and I think that in his naivety he just didn't know what to do next and therefore ran.

Here I was sitting beside my pond, topless, with this strange kid's cum all over me and I was now left horny as a frenzied wilderness bitch in heat, my swollen vulva aching to be satisfied. At that bit, I would have offered my swollen clitoris and pussy to anyone and fucked anything that walked by. I was so activated and overwhelmed with pent-up primitive animalistic lust.

I went to the bedroom and got my big 8-inch flesh-coloured dildo out and fucked myself silly with it, imagining what it would've been like if Loretta Young Dame Ellen Terry had stayed and pumped his throbbing peter inside me. I feverishly rubbed my swollen congested imperial clit, my ‘ obscene organ of brute pleasure'until I spasmed with unadulterated ecstasy, having one of the most intense sexual climax I've ever had. I could barely breathe.

On reflexion, I could not consider that I would do something like that, it was so out of persona for me, a middle-aged frumpy suburban housewife. I blame my heightened luxuria on my hormone therapy. But I did seduce a young boy and if I'm honest with myself it felt marvellous. I hadn't felt so alive for a retentive time. Now when I'm masturbating or on the few occasions that my husband is interested in fucking, I imagine a young proud virile peter 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 .