I guess I've always been a bit of a size queen. No topic what situation I found myself in, I'd always be checking out men's crotches to see if I could shit out the precis of cocks in their pants. It didn't even matter if the site wouldn't allow for me to get my hands on it…like at the grocery store, or at the airport…I just really appreciate impressive dicks.

My name is Teri, and I'm an attractive brunet with a great consistence, including natural 36E boob, a tight ass, and shapely legs…I grew boobs betimes, so even when I was younger I never had any problems getting my hands on any cock I was worry in. I fucked my way through heights shoal, and then my first-class honours degree three years at university, searching for that perfect penis. When I met Steve in my elder yr at college, I thought I'd found it…his shaft was easily 10"long, and one of the loggerheaded I'd seen. I couldn't continue my helping hand 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 becoming lifetime for a while, but we divorced just about when Sara was entering high school day, and I raised her by myself after that.

Sara was a beautiful girl…she really blossomed in high schooltime. She was athletic and had a utter body, with perky C-cup tits that seemed to defy gravity, but had a sexy leaping to them whenever she went braless. She had mass of friends, and always seemed to have a beau in tow.

I loved meeting Sara's boyfriends…they were always attractive young guys who shared Sara's bonk for play, so typically had heavy physical structure and fun personalities. Naturally, I couldn't help but check out their computer software whenever they were over at the house, and especially when they were clowning around in the pool. I had dated muckle since getting divorced, and had my share of surd hawkshaw to opt from, but there was something about being around handsome, offspring men and their big stopcock that always got my juices flowing.

In her aged year, Sara started dating Trent River, who became her steady boyfriend. 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 chink out the impression of his thick shaft through his gasp or short. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I could barely take my eyes off it. I knew Sara was getting stuffed with Trent River's prick regularly because she had a perpetual smile on her face, and she made loosely veiled references to Trent's big cock during our mother/daughter conversations.

One day Trento was over the sign visiting Sara, and the three of us were out by the pool. I was lying on a chaise waiting room in a two piece Bikini reading a Scripture, while Sara and Trento played and swam in the kitty. Every clip Trent River climbed out of the puddle, I couldn't aid but bill that his wet swimming trunks clung to his cock and ass cheek like a moment cutis. I could see the enlighten precis of his stallion penis hanging down one leg of his bathing suit, as well as the gravid bulbous tip at the end of his shaft. 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 form of his dangling prick every time 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 River in the pool, waiting for the succeeding time he'd mounting onto the deck with his impressive cock outlined by the wet cloth of his float bole. I could feel my twat getting moist and my clit starting to tingle, so I decided to go into the house for some ice tea to give myself a break….I was even considering running upstairs to rub out a spry one just to get some badly needed relief.

As I stood at the counter pouring a glass of iced tea, I heard the patio door out-of-doors and looked up as Trent joined me in the kitchen, with his wet torso clinging to his legs.

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

Forcing myself to observe my oculus above his waistline, I said"Of course….I should've asked you when I came in. Energy Sara want some, too ?"

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

As he said this, Trent stepped over to where I stood by the replication and leaned up against me as he reached above my head for a tall glass from the cupboard. By leaning in like this he was squashing my gentle bosom against his trunk, while rubbing his wet swim suit against my bare leg. I could feel 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 glass than was necessary.

When he finally got his drinking glass, he took a stair away, which allowed my tits to swing relinquish again after he'd been pressing against them. I smiled to myself when I saw his middle drift to my swaying breasts as he handed me his drinking glass so I could pour his drink from the pitcherful. I poured his frost tea, then turned back to him and handed him his crank, my eyes involuntarily darting down to his swim trunks. The outline of his cock was more pronounced, and it was starting to create a tent in his swimming trunks.

My eyebrows shot up, then I glanced up to meet his eyes…he had a Brobdingnagian smile on his face and said,"Well….do you want to take a flavour at it ?"

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

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

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

He laughed again, pulled his wet trunks down to his knees, allowing his engorged hawkshaw to spring 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 rose hip. It had a diffused fold to the shaft, with the tip of his cock pointing at the floor.

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

As I ran my hand up and down the length of his prick, River Trent untied my two-piece top and tossed it on the replication, allowing my bosom to swing gratuitous and sway in between us. He reached up and grabbed a tit in each mitt, then lowered his head and sucked one mammilla into his mouthpiece for a few seconds, before doing the same with the former one.

I continued jerking his cock until it had grown to its full moon 11"and was sticking straight out from his torso. Once he was fully put up, he pushed me down to my knee and shoved the tip of his gormandise dickhead toward my mouth.

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

He leaned back against the counter, with his men behind him for financial backing, as I bobbed my head back and forth on his strict pole, stroking his pecker 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 backtalk and just admired it for a bit as I continued running my hired hand up and down its telling length.

Trent moaned and rocked his pelvic arch into my pumping fist, as he reached down between us and began squeezing my swaying boob, occasionally finding and tweaking my mamilla with his fingers.

I sucked the tip of his shaft back into my mouth, and resumed bobbing my head back and forth on his glistening light beam. After only a few Sir Thomas More minutes, Trent River caught his breath, then let out a moan and grabbed the back of my capitulum, pulling my expression hard into his seawall, as he blasted a huge load of cum down the back of my throat. He kept rocking his rose hip and moaning, as I swallowed his cargo, then continued to stroke his cock, pumping more nerve into my lip until his nutsack was finally empty.

As I licked his still semi-hard peter and sucked the final bead of cum off the tip of his dick, Trent grabbed both of my swinging tit and said,"Wow, Mrs. B…that was amazing !"

Still somewhat hypnotized by the sheer sizing of his softening dent, I continued to gently stroke his glistening terminal and - unable to take my oculus off it - said,"This….this is amazing, Trent. I'm variety of surprised that Sara can manage all of this…she's so petite."

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

Still softly massaging his flaccid member, I said,"You're a sweet-scented boy, Trent."Then I released his soft shit and gave it a playful smacking, watching it swing back and Forth River between his wooden leg for a few seconds.

When I was done enjoying the opinion, I pulled his swim suit up as I stood, being thrifty to tuck his calamus down one leg of his bole. Then I pulled his hands 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 track my teat, I said,"We need to celebrate this a total mystery, Trent. Not a word to Sara. It would break her heart."

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

I nodded my accord, then glanced down and patted the synopsis of his tool in his bathing proboscis, before leading us back out to the terrace where Sara was sleeping on a chaise lounge.

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

The next day was Friday, and Trento and Sara drove house from schooling together, since they had a date planned for that evening. When they walked through the presence door, I was sitting in the living way reading a playscript. Sara tossed her books on the table in the hallway, gave me a kiss on the impertinence, and said she was heading upstairs to shower and get ready for her date.

As Sara headed upstairs, Trent came into the life way and said,"Hi, Mrs. B…long prison term ; no see."We both laughed at his trivial caper, 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 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 slide fastener, fished out his enormous cock and pulled it out of his jeans, slowly stroking it in front of my face.

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

I laughed, put my Good Book on the end table, and replaced his hired hand with mine, gently stroking his cock as I said,"You're such a piddling shit, River Trent. By the way - if you think Sara will be ready in an hour, you're kidding yourself. We definitely have time for a quickie."

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

Meanwhile Trent had unbutton the top of my sundress and pulled my lumbering titty out of my bra so that they swung freely in forepart of me, swaying in round with my bobbing head.

In no time he was fully rear and rocking his rosehip into my pumping fist. After a minute or two, Trent River released my boobs, put his paw on my berm and pulled my up to my metrical unit. Then he spun me around to face the couch and roughly pushed me forward until I was kneeling on the couch shock, with my hands on the back of the sofa to accommodate me up, and my naked dope swinging freely beneath my chest. He nudged my knees apart until my pegleg were spread wide, then he flipped the backbone of my sundress onto my blue cover and pulled my step-in down to the middle of my thigh. With one hand on my hip, Trent grabbed his engorged shit with the other hand, lined it up with my dripping wet twat, and slammed it into me as far as it would go.

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

Trent River chuckled and said,"Wow, Mrs. B….I'm impressed. I'm balls deep in your pussy ! You're the first-class honours degree woman who's ever been able to consume my total cock."

He picked up the tread 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 early with every thrust. I grunted with each forward stab of his peter and, with his nutsack banging up against my throbbing clitoris, I felt a immense climax building between my legs.

I pushed my font into the shock absorber on the back of the couch to suffocate my grunts, mutter,"Holy diddlysquat, Trent….uhnnn….uhnnn….God, that feels great….uhnnn….keep going….uhnnn….uhnnn…yeah, just like that….yeah, yeah….aaaahhhhh…..hmmmmm….oh, screw, yeah…..aaaaahhhhhh…..God, yes…..hmmmm…."

I closed my eye and enjoyed the throes of my climax as it coursed through my body from mammilla to clit, and back again. When my legs finally stopped shaking, I turned my capitulum back over my berm and said,"Hurry up, Trent….you need to eat up 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 pneumatic hammer and, with his hands on my pelvis, he suddenly shoved his cock as far into me as he could and grunted, blasting several ropes of cum all over the inside of my twat. He pumped his rosehip a few Thomas More times, emptying his nutsack and spewing a few concluding flow of jizzm into me, as he caught his breath and enjoyed his orgasm.

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

Trento quietly slipped his still semi-hard putz out of my vagina, and I spun around and licked his shaft clean while he massaged my dangling knocker. Next I grabbed a towel from the kitchen and cleaned up between my peg, before using it to wipe off Trent's glistening prick, 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 cock will be hard again before we get to the eating place tonight."

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

By the time Sara came downstairs, my dress and panties were back in lieu and I was reading my book while River Trent impatiently scanned the transmission channel on the TV. Sara gave me a kiss on the buttock, then she and Trent River headed out to their Friday nighttime date.

Sara and Trent River dated all through their older year, so I ended up seeing a lot of Trent River. Over their final exam year in richly school, Trento and I found several opportunities to grab a quickie, a cock sucking or a handjob whenever the post allowed. Sometimes we'd sneak off for a few min when he was at the business firm swim in the pool or visiting Sara over a weekend. During Sara's volleyball season, he would come over and have intercourse me while he waited for Sara to get place after practice, or I'd give him a blowjob while he waited for her to get fix for their dates.

After in high spirits shoal, Sara attended an out of state university, while Trent went to a local college. The altogether time River Trent was in college, he'd stopover by my place for a quick 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 family for summer vacations and holidays, she and Trento would still hook up. Surprisingly, they ended up back together when they both finished their point, and two old age later they got married, moving to a town about 40 minutes away. About a year after that, I got re-married, too.

After that, whenever we got together for family events, Trento still loved to pressure my titty or abstract 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 pass a few minutes with his hammer in my hand or in my mouth….or on those increasingly rarefied occasions, with it pounding my kitty-cat to orgasm. Even when we can't slip away for a quickie during family gatherings, I can still go over out his genitalia and see the outline of his impressive cock stuffed down one leg of his pants….and sometimes that's enough .