I guess I've always been a bit of a size queer. No matter what situation I found myself in, I'd always be checking out men's crotches to see if I could have out the abstract of turncock in their trouser. It didn't even matter if the post wouldn't allow me to get my men on it…like at the grocery computer memory, or at the airport…I just really appreciated impressive dicks.

My figure is Teri, and I'm an attractive brunet with a with child body, including rude 36E knocker, a tight ass, and shapely legs…I grew boobs early, so even when I was immature I never had any trouble getting my hands on any cock I was interested in. I fucked my way through high gear school, and then my low three yr at university, searching for that perfect member. When I met Steve in my senior twelvemonth at college, I thought I'd found it…his pecker was easily 10"long, and one of the thickest I'd seen. I couldn't save my hands off it, and I fell in love immediately. We got married right after we graduated and had a daughter, Sara, about a year later. Steve and I had a decent life for a while, but we divorced just about when Sara was entering high schoolhouse, and I raised her by myself after that.

Sara was a beautiful girl…she really blossomed in high school. She was acrobatic and had a stark consistency, with chirpy C-cup teat that seemed to defy gravitational force, but had a aphrodisiac bound to them whenever she went braless. She had flock of friends, and always seemed to feature a boyfriend in tow.

I loved meeting Sara's boyfriends…they were always attractive Cy Young guys who shared Sara's bang for mutant, so typically had swell bodies and fun personalities. Naturally, I couldn't service but find out out their software system whenever they were over at the house, and especially when they were clowning around in the syndicate. I had dated plenty since getting divorced, and had my share of hard pecker to choose from, but there was something about being around handsome, Cy Young men and their big cocks that always got my juices flowing.

In her senior twelvemonth, Sara started dating Trent, who became her steady boyfriend. I almost fell all over myself when I met him…he was good-looking and well-built, with a winning smile…and had the most obvious big dick I'd ever seen. Whenever he came by to confabulate Sara, I would always check out the mental picture of his thick shaft through his knickers or short. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I could barely contract my eyes off it. I knew Sara was getting stuffed with Trent's prick regularly because she had a perpetual smile on her font, and she made loosely obliterate extension to Trent's big putz during our mother/daughter conversations.

One day Trent was over the home visiting Sara, and the three of us were out by the pond. I was lying on a chaise longue lounge in a two objet d'art Bikini reading a book, while Sara and Trent played and swam in the pool. Every time River Trent climbed out of the pool, I couldn't assist but notice that his wet swimming trunks clung to his cock and ass impudence like a secondly skin. I could see the clear outline of his integral member hanging down one leg of his bathing wooing, as well as the large bulbous tip at the end of his prick. I could even tell he was circumcised, which aroused me even more, since I definitely preferred that when it came to cocks.

I tried to be unobtrusive as I eyed the shape of his dangling scratch every clip he climbed onto the deck of cards, but I'm not sure it was working. Even though I kept my book opened, I was actually watching Trent River in the pool, waiting for the following time he'd climbing onto the deck with his impressive cock outlined by the wet framework of his swim trunks. I could feel my slit getting moist and my clitoris starting to tingle, so I decided to go into the house for some frost tea to return myself a break….I was even considering running upstairs to rub out a quick one just to get some badly needed relief.

As I stood at the sideboard pouring a methamphetamine of frost tea, I heard the patio room access undefendable and looked up as Trent River joined me in the kitchen, with his wet trunks clinging to his legs.

He said,"Hey Mrs. B….I was thinking the Saame thing. I could really use a deoxyephedrine of frost tea."

Forcing myself to hold my centre above his waistline, I said"Of course….I should've asked you when I came in. doe Sara require some, too ?"

He replied,"No, she's laid out on one of the chaise lounges…she said she wants to tan for about 30 instant. I think she's already fallen asleep."

As he said this, Trent stepped over to where I stood by the counter and leaned up against me as he reached above my foreland for a grandiloquent drinking glass from the cupboard. By leaning in like this he was squashing my soft boobs against his trunk, while rubbing his wet swim suit against my bare leg. I could finger the resolve of his shaft against my leg, and he seemed to be intentionally pressing it against me as he took much longer to get a glass than was necessary.

When he finally got his glass, he took a step away, which allowed my mammilla to swing free again after he'd been pressing against them. I smiled to myself when I saw his heart impulsion to my swaying breast as he handed me his glass so I could stream his boozing from the pitcher. I poured his frost tea, then turned back to him and handed him his glass, my eyes involuntarily darting down to his swim trunks. The outline of his cock was more marked, and it was starting to create a tent in his swim trunks.

My eyebrows shot up, then I glanced up to receive his eyes…he had a huge smile on his expression and said,"Well….do you want to submit a spirit at it ?"

Blushing, I said,"Trent….what are you talking about ?"

He laughed and said,"Mrs. B…I see you checking out my cock every meter I come over…would you like to see it ?"

Blushing even harder, I hemmed and hawed, then stammered,"N-N-No, of grade not….what about Sara ?"

He laughed again, pulled his wet trunks down to his knees, allowing his engorged putz to fountain out, and said,"She's already seen it….a lot."

I was mesmerized. It was even more impressive than I'd thought. His semi-hard dick stuck out from his hips. It had a soft crimp to the tool, with the tip of his dick pointing at the floor.

Without cerebration, I reached for it with my bridge player, saying,"We shouldn't be doing this, Trent River,"but automatically began slowly stroking his stiffening pole.

As I ran my helping hand up and down the length of his prick, River Trent untied my bikini top and tossed it on the counter, allowing my boobs to swing costless and tilt in between us. He reached up and grabbed a tit in each hand, then lowered his top dog and sucked one mamilla into his back talk for a few seconds, before doing the Sami with the former one.

I continued jerking his cock until it had grown to its replete 11"and was sticking straight out from his torso. Once he was fully tumid, he pushed me down to my knees and shoved the tip of his overeat prick toward my mouth.

I couldn't help it….I started sucking.

He leaned back against the replication, with his hands behind him for support, as I bobbed my head back and forth on his strict pole, stroking his peter with one hand and fondling his nutsack with the other. After sucking and stroking for a while, I pulled his corpse rod out of my sassing and just admired it for a bit as I continued running my hand up and down its impressive length.

Trento moaned and rocked his articulatio coxae into my pumping fist, as he reached down between us and began squeezing my swaying boob, occasionally finding and tweaking my nipples with his fingers.

I sucked the tip of his prick back into my oral cavity, and resumed bobbing my head back and forth on his glistening shaft. After only a few more than minute of arc, Trent caught his breath, then let out a moan and grabbed the cover of my headland, pulling my face hard into his inguen, as he blasted a vast burden of cum down the back of my throat. He kept rocking his hips and moaning, as I swallowed his payload, then continued to stroke his cock, pumping more spunk into my mouth until his nutsack was finally empty.

As I licked his still semi-hard putz and sucked the terminal drib of cum off the tip of his tool, Trent grabbed both of my swinging titty and said,"Wow, Mrs. B…that was amazing !"

Still somewhat hypnotized by the sheer size of his softening whoreson, I continued to gently stroke his glistening celestial pole and - unable to take my center off it - said,"This….this is amazing, Trent. I'm form of surprise that Sara can handle all of this…she's so petite."

Trent chuckled and said,"Well, she can't handle all of it, but it's not for deficiency of trying. I can get about two thirds of it inside her before it bottoms out. I don't want to anguish her so that's as far as I go."

Still softly massaging his flaccid penis, I said,"You're a odorous boy, Trent."Then I released his diffuse prick and gave it a playful slap, watching it swing back and forth between his legs for a few seconds.

When I was done enjoying the vista, I pulled his swim suit up as I stood, being careful to tuck his shaft down one leg of his trunks. Then I pulled his hands off of my knocker and grabbed my bikini top from the sideboard behind me.

As I tied it back in home and pulled the small-scale piece of fabric over the top of my tits to continue my mamilla, I said,"We need to keep this a full closed book, River Trent. Not a word to Sara. It would break her heart."

"Of course, Mrs. B….I wouldn't want to hurt Sara for the mankind. We'll just keep this between us."

I nodded my agreement, then glanced down and patted the precis of his pecker in his bathing automobile trunk, before leading us back out to the patio where Sara was sleeping on a shay lounge.

Trent stayed over for dinner later that day and everything returned to"rule ”. Trento and I exchanged the odd glance now and then, but kept our undercover well-hidden.

The next day was Friday, and Trento and Sara drove home from schooling together, since they had a date planned for that evening. When they walked through the presence doorway, I was sitting in the living room reading a record. Sara tossed her volume on the table in the hallway, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said she was heading upstairs to shower and get cook for her date.

As Sara headed upstairs, Trent came into the living room and said,"Hi, Mrs. B…long fourth dimension ; no see."We both laughed at his little joke, then he plopped down on the sofa and flipped on the TV as I went back to reading my book.

When we heard the rain shower turn on, Trent got up from the sofa and walked over to where I was sitting and stood directly in front of me. He pulled down his zipper, fished out his enormous rooster and pulled it out of his jeans, slowly stroking it in straw man of my face.

With a shit-eating grin on his face, he said,"It takes her almost an hour to get ready, so we should have time for a quickie."

I laughed, put my Bible on the end table, and replaced his deal with mine, gently stroking his dick as I said,"You're such a little shit, Trent. By the way - if you think Sara will be set up in an hour, you're kidding yourself. We definitely have metre for a quickie."

With that I pulled the tip of his prick into my oral fissure and began sucking on it. As I blew him, I jerked his growing shaft with one hand, then pulled his balls out through his unzipped fly and began massaging them with my early hand.

Meanwhile Trento had unbutton the top of my sundress and pulled my sound breasts out of my bra so that they swung freely in front of me, swaying in rhythm with my bobbing head.

In no metre he was fully erect and rocking his hips into my pumping fist. After a minute or two, Trent released my booby, put his hands on my shoulders and pulled my up to my feet. Then he spun me around to face the lounge and roughly pushed me forward until I was kneeling on the sofa cushions, with my hands on the book binding of the sofa to prevail me up, and my naked pinhead swinging freely beneath my chest. He nudged my knees apart until my leg were overspread wide, then he flipped the book binding of my sundress onto my humble vertebral column and pulled my step-in down to the center of my thigh. With one paw on my hip, Trent grabbed his engorged motherfucker with the other deal, lined it up with my dripping wet kitty-cat, and slammed it into me as far as it would go.

Oh, my God, it felt fantastic ! I let out a groan….much garish than I intended…but thankfully we could still hear the exhibitioner running upstairs, so I knew Sara could not receive heard me over the running water.

Trento chuckled and said,"Wow, Mrs. B….I'm impressed. I'm balls deep in your pussy ! You're the foremost woman who's ever been able to shoot my entire cock."

He picked up the tread and pounded me from behind in earnest, filling me with his Brobdingnagian dick and making my wakeless bosom flop around underneath me, crashing into each other with every thrust. I grunted with each forward thrust of his cock and, with his nutsack banging up against my throbbing clitoris, I felt a vast orgasm building between my legs.

I pushed my human face into the shock absorber on the vertebral column of the couch to stifle my oink, murmuring,"Holy shit, Trent….uhnnn….uhnnn….God, that feels great….uhnnn….keep going….uhnnn….uhnnn…yeah, just like that….yeah, yeah….aaaahhhhh…..hmmmmm….oh, nookie, yeah…..aaaaahhhhhh…..God, yes…..hmmmm…."

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the throes of my climax as it coursed through my body from nipple to clit, and back again. When my wooden leg finally stopped shaking, I turned my caput back over my articulatio humeri and said,"Hurry up, Trent….you need to complete before Sara turns off the shower."

He really didn't need any encouragement….he was slamming his dick in and out of my kitty like a air hammer and, with his handwriting on my hips, he suddenly shoved his peter as far into me as he could and grunted, blasting several rophy of cum all over the inside of my cunt. He pumped his hip joint a few more sentence, emptying his nutsack and spewing a few final exam streams of jizzm into me, as he caught his hint and enjoyed his orgasm.

Just then we heard the exhibitioner turning off, so our timing turned out to be just about perfect.

Trent quietly slipped his still semi-hard pecker out of my vagina, and I spun around and licked his shaft clean while he massaged my hanging titty. Next I grabbed a towel from the kitchen and cleaned up between my legs, before using it to wipe off Trent's glistening shit, then tucking it back inside his jeans.

As I pulled up his zipper, I looked at Trent and asked,"What about your date with Sara ? Will you have anything left for her ?"

He let out a laugh and said,"Are you kidding me ? My rooster will be hard again before we get to the eatery tonight."

I laughed with him, shaking my head, and said,"Of course it will be….that's how it is with you young people."Then I grabbed my leger and settled back down on the lounge where I had been sitting earlier.

By the time Sara came downstairs, my dress and scanty were back in plaza and I was reading my Bible while Trent impatiently scanned the channels on the TV. Sara gave me a kiss on the cheek, then she and Trent headed out to their Friday dark date.

Sara and Trent River dated all through their fourth-year year, so I ended up seeing a lot of Trent. Over their concluding year in heights school, River Trent and I found several chance to grab a band aid, a blowjob or a handjob whenever the situation allowed. Sometimes we'd prowler off for a few transactions when he was at the firm swimming in the pool or visiting Sara over a weekend. During Sara's volleyball season, he would come over and bang me while he waited for Sara to get home after praxis, or I'd give him a blowjob while he waited for her to get ready for their dates.

After high shoal, Sara attended an out of body politic university, while River Trent went to a local college. The whole metre Trent was in college, he'd stop by my piazza for a flying fuck or a blowjob whenever neither one of us had a date for the night.

Sara was dating while she attended college, but when she came home base for summertime holiday and holiday, she and Trent would still hook up. Surprisingly, they ended up back together when they both finished their degrees, and two years later they got married, moving to a town about 40 second away. About a class after that, I got re-married, too.

After that, whenever we got together for fellowship outcome, Trent still loved to squelch my tit or pinch a tit when no one was looking, and I still thought his dick was the most beautiful one I'd ever seen. I loved finding odd moments when I could spend a few minutes with his cock in my hand or in my mouth….or on those increasingly uncommon occasions, with it pounding my pussy to orgasm. Even when we can't slip away for a band aid during family gatherings, I can still check out his crotch and see the synopsis of his impressive cock stuffed down one leg of his pants….and sometimes that's enough .