I guess I've always been a bit of a sizing queen. No matter what situation I found myself in, I'd always be checking out men's genitals to see if I could hit out the schema of cocks in their knickers. It didn't even matter if the situation wouldn't reserve me to get my hands on it…like at the grocery memory, or at the airport…I just really appreciated impressive dicks.

My public figure is Teri, and I'm an attractive brunette with a great body, including natural 36E breast, a rigorous ass, and shapely legs…I grew boobs early, so even when I was younger I never had any job getting my mitt on any cock I was interested in. I fucked my way through high school, and then my first three old age at university, searching for that arrant phallus. When I met Steve in my elderly year at college, I thought I'd found it…his prick was easily 10"long, and one of the thickest I'd seen. I couldn't keep my hands off it, and I fell in dearest immediately. We got married right after we graduated and had a daughter, Sara, about a year later. Steve and I had a decent sprightliness for a spell, but we divorced just about when Sara was entering high school, and I raised her by myself after that.

Sara was a beautiful girl…she really blossomed in high schoolhouse. She was athletic and had a perfect consistence, with perky C-cup mamilla that seemed to hold gravitation, but had a aphrodisiac bounce to them whenever she went braless. She had lots of Friend, and always seemed to have a boyfriend in tow.

I loved meeting Sara's boyfriends…they were always attractive young hombre who shared Sara's love for sports, so typically had nifty bodies and fun personalities. Naturally, I couldn't help but ensure out their software system whenever they were over at the theatre, and especially when they were clowning around in the pocket billiards. I had dated wad since getting divorced, and had my share of arduous dicks to choose from, but there was something about being around handsome, young men and their big dick that always got my juices flowing.

In her senior year, Sara started dating Trent, who became her steady young man. I almost fell all over myself when I met him…he was bountiful and well-built, with a winning smile…and had the most obvious big dick I'd ever seen. Whenever he came by to visit Sara, I would always check out the impression of his thick putz through his pants or short circuit. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I could barely engage my center off it. I knew Sara was getting stuffed with Trent's prick regularly because she had a constant smile on her face, and she made loosely obscure references to Trent River's big cock during our mother/daughter conversations.

One day Trent River was over the house visiting Sara, and the three of us were out by the consortium. I was lying on a chaise couch in a two man two-piece reading a record, while Sara and Trent played and swam in the pool. Every time Trent climbed out of the pool, I couldn't service but notice that his wet swim bole clung to his putz and ass nerve like a second skin. I could see the clear outline of his entire penis hanging down one leg of his bathing case, as well as the tumid bulbous tip at the end of his dig. 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 unnoticeable as I eyed the build of his dangling prick every clip he climbed onto the deck, but I'm not sure it was working. Even though I kept my book opened, I was actually watching Trent in the pool, waiting for the next prison term he'd climb onto the deck with his impressive putz outlined by the wet material of his float shorts. I could feel my pussy getting moist and my button starting to tingle, so I decided to go into the theater for some ice tea to give 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 rejoinder pouring a ice of iced tea, I heard the terrace room access heart-to-heart and looked up as Trent River joined me in the kitchen, with his wet tree trunk clinging to his legs.

He said,"Hey Mrs B….I was thinking the same matter. I could really use a glass of iced tea."

Forcing myself to keep my centre above his waistline, I said"Of course….I should've asked you when I came in. Does 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 moment. I think she's already fallen asleep."

As he said this, Trent stepped over to where I stood by the parry and leaned up against me as he reached above my oral sex for a improbable meth from the cupboard. By leaning in like this he was squashing my gentle boobs against his torso, while rubbing his wet swim suit against my bare leg. I could finger the resolution of his shaft against my leg, and he seemed to be intentionally pressing it against me as he took much longer to get a glassful than was necessary.

When he finally got his glass, he took a footstep away, which allowed my tits to swing loose again after he'd been pressing against them. I smiled to myself when I saw his oculus drift to my swaying breasts as he handed me his glass so I could rain buckets his drink from the pitcher. I poured his iced tea, then turned back to him and handed him his glass, my eyes involuntarily darting down to his swim luggage compartment. The scheme of his cock was more pronounced, and it was starting to create a collapsible shelter in his swim trunks.

My eyebrows shot up, then I glanced up to get together his eyes…he had a huge smile on his face and said,"Well….do you want to take a look 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 time I come over…would you like to see it ?"

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

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

I was mesmerized. It was even more telling than I'd thought. His semi-hard pecker stuck out from his hip joint. It had a soft bend to the cock, with the tip of his peter pointing at the floor.

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

As I ran my handwriting up and down the length of his prick, Trent untied my bikini top and tossed it on the comeback, allowing my boobs to swing free and sway in between us. He reached up and grabbed a tit in each paw, then lowered his headspring and sucked one tit into his mouth for a few instant, before doing the same with the other one.

I continued jerking his putz until it had grown to its full 11"and was sticking straight out from his body. Once he was fully erect, he pushed me down to my stifle and shoved the tip of his engorged prick toward my mouth.

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

He leaned back against the counter, with his hands behind him for support, as I bobbed my head word back and Forth River on his inflexible terminal, stroking his shaft with one hired man and fondling his nutsack with the other. After sucking and stroking for a patch, I pulled his stiff rod out of my mouth and just admired it for a minute as I continued running my hand up and down its telling length.

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

I sucked the tip of his cock back into my mouth, and resumed bobbing my headland back and forth on his glistening shaft. After only a few more than minutes, Trent caught his breath, then let out a moan and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my fount hard into his groin, as he blasted a huge cargo of cum down the back of my throat. He kept rocking his hip and moaning, as I swallowed his load, then continued to stroke his putz, pumping Thomas More spunk into my mouth until his nutsack was finally empty.

As I licked his still semi-hard shaft and sucked the final examination drops of cum off the tip of his tool, Trent grabbed both of my swinging pinhead and said,"Wow, Mrs. B…that was amazing !"

Still somewhat hypnotized by the sheer size of his softening pecker, I continued to gently stroke his glistening perch and - ineffective to need my middle off it - said,"This….this is vex, Trent. I'm sort of storm that Sara can handle all of this…she's so petite."

Trento chuckled and said,"Well, she can't palm all of it, but it's not for lack of trying. I can get about two third of it inside her before it bottoms out. I don't want to hurt her so that's as far as I go."

Still softly massaging his flaccid penis, I said,"You're a sweet boy, Trent."Then I released his soft 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 view, I pulled his swim lawsuit up as I stood, being careful to tuck his prick down one leg of his tree trunk. Then I pulled his work force off of my boobs and grabbed my bikini top from the counter behind me.

As I tied it back in place and pulled the pocket-size bits of fabric over the top of my tits to insure my teat, I said,"We need to observe this a total secret, Trent. Not a word to Sara. It would break her heart."

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

I nodded my agreement, then glanced down and patted the outline of his cock in his bathing torso, before leading us back out to the patio where Sara was sleeping on a chaise lounge.

Trent stayed over for dinner later that day and everything returned to"normal ”. Trent and I exchanged the odd coup d'oeil now and then, but kept our secret well-hidden.

The next day was Friday, and Trent and Sara drove home from school together, since they had a date planned for that evening. When they walked through the battlefront door, I was sitting in the aliveness room reading a Holy Scripture. Sara tossed her books on the tabular array in the hallway, gave me a osculation on the cheek, and said she was heading upstairs to shower down and get prepare for her date.

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

When we heard the shower bout 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 tremendous rooster and pulled it out of his jeans, slowly stroking it in figurehead of my face.

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

I laughed, put my playscript on the end mesa, and replaced his hand with mine, gently stroking his shaft as I said,"You're such a little shit, Trent River. By the way - if you think Sara will be ready in an 60 minutes, you're kidding yourself. We definitely have time for a quickie."

With that I pulled the tip of his shit into my mouth and began sucking on it. As I blew him, I jerked his growing shaft with one hand, then pulled his Ball out through his unzipped fly and began massaging them with my other hand.

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

In no time he was fully erect and rocking his hips into my pumping fist. After a instant or two, Trent River released my boobs, put his custody on my shoulders and pulled my up to my feet. Then he spin around me around to face up the lounge and roughly pushed me forward until I was kneeling on the sofa cushions, with my helping hand on the back of the sofa to support me up, and my au naturel boobs swinging freely beneath my chest. He nudged my knee apart until my ramification were counterpane broad, then he flipped the back of my sundress onto my lower back and pulled my panties down to the center of my thighs. With one hand on my hip, Trent grabbed his engorge prick with the early mitt, lined it up with my dripping wet pussy, and slammed it into me as far as it would go.

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

Trent chuckled and said,"Wow, Mrs B….I'm impressed. I'm balls deep in your kitty ! You're the first womanhood who's ever been able to take my total cock."

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

I pushed my font into the cushions on the back of the couch to stifle my grunts, murmuring,"Holy bull, Trent….uhnnn….uhnnn….God, that feels great….uhnnn….keep going….uhnnn….uhnnn…yeah, just like that….yeah, yeah….aaaahhhhh…..hmmmmm….oh, fuck, 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 ramification finally stopped shaking, I turned my head back over my shoulder and said,"hurry up, Trent….you need to polish off before Sara turns off the shower."

He really didn't need any encouragement….he was slamming his dick in and out of my pussy like a jackhammer and, with his handwriting on my hips, he suddenly shoved his cock as far into me as he could and grunted, blasting respective ropes of cum all over the interior of my puss. He pumped his coxa a few more times, emptying his nutsack and spewing a few final stream of jizzm into me, as he caught his breathing spell and enjoyed his orgasm.

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

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

As I pulled up his zip fastener, I looked at Trento 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 cock will be hard again before we get to the eating place tonight."

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

By the time Sara came downstairs, my apparel and panties were back in place and I was reading my book while Trento impatiently scanned the canal on the TV. Sara gave me a osculation on the cheek, then she and Trent River headed out to their Friday Nox date.

Sara and Trent dated all through their fourth-year year, so I ended up seeing a lot of Trent. Over their final year in high school, Trent and I found respective opportunities to grab a quicky, a blowjob or a handjob whenever the situation allowed. Sometimes we'd snitcher off for a few transactions when he was at the house swim in the pool or visiting Sara over a weekend. During Sara's volleyball season, he would come over and fuck me while he waited for Sara to get rest home after praxis, or I'd give him a blowjob while he waited for her to get ready for their dates.

After eminent schooltime, Sara attended an out of nation university, while Trento went to a local college. The wholly time Trent was in college, he'd stop by my place for a quick nookie 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 dwelling house for summer vacation and holidays, she and Trent would still sneak up. Surprisingly, they ended up back together when they both finished their degrees, and two years later they got married, moving to a township about 40 minutes away. About a class after that, I got re-married, too.

After that, whenever we got together for family upshot, River Trent still loved to squeeze my boob or pinch a nipple 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 min with his stopcock in my hand or in my mouth….or on those increasingly rare occasions, with it pounding my pussy to orgasm. Even when we can't slip away for a quickie during home gatherings, I can still moderate out his crotch and see the outline of his impressive pecker stuffed down one leg of his pants….and sometimes that's enough .