I guess I've always been a bit of a size queen mole rat. No topic what office I found myself in, I'd always be checking out men's genital organ to see if I could realize out the lineation of cocks in their pants. It didn't even matter if the place wouldn't allow me to get my mitt on it…like at the foodstuff storage, or at the airport…I just really treasure impressive dicks.

My epithet is Teri, and I'm an attractive brunette with a great eubstance, including natural 36E mammilla, a tight ass, and shapely legs…I grew boobs early, so even when I was younger I never had any trouble getting my hands on any shaft I was interested in. I fucked my way through eminent school, and then my initiatory three age at university, searching for that perfect penis. When I met Steve in my senior twelvemonth at college, I thought I'd found it…his prick was easily 10"long, and one of the thickset I'd seen. I couldn't keep my hands off it, and I fell in love life 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 piece, 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 mellow school. She was acrobatic and had a perfect body, with perky C-cup tits that seemed to resist gravity, but had a sexy leaping to them whenever she went braless. She had band of booster, and always seemed to take in a boyfriend in tow.

I loved meeting Sara's boyfriends…they were always attractive young guy wire who shared Sara's love for sports, so typically had cracking bodies and fun personalities. Naturally, I couldn't help but check out their software package whenever they were over at the theatre, and especially when they were clowning around in the pool. I had dated wad since getting divorced, and had my share of hard dicks to opt from, but there was something about being around handsome, young men and their big cocks that always got my succus flowing.

In her elderly year, Sara started dating Trento, who became her steady boyfriend. I almost fell all over myself when I met him…he was handsome 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 pants or shorts. 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's prick regularly because she had a constant smiling on her face, and she made loosely veiled extension to Trent's big cock during our mother/daughter conversations.

One day Trent was over the house visiting Sara, and the three of us were out by the pool. I was lying on a shay lounge in a two piece bikini reading a record, while Sara and Trent played and swam in the consortium. Every time Trent River climbed out of the pool, I couldn't helper but notice that his wet swim luggage compartment clung to his peter and ass impudence 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 large bellied tip at the end of his barb. 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 Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of his dangling prick every clock 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 in the puddle, waiting for the next time he'd climb onto the pack of cards with his impressive cock outlined by the wet textile of his swim trunks. I could feel my pussy getting moist and my clit starting to tingle, so I decided to go into the star sign for some iced tea to turn over myself a break….I was even considering running upstairs to rub out a promptly one just to get some badly needed relief.

As I stood at the buffet pouring a Methedrine of iced tea, I heard the patio door undecided 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 same thing. I could really use a crank of frost tea."

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

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

As he said this, Trento stepped over to where I stood by the counter and leaned up against me as he reached above my foreland for a marvelous crank from the closet. By leaning in like this he was squashing my soft boobs against his torso, while rubbing his wet swim suit against my bare leg. I could feel the soundness of his shaft against my leg, and he seemed to be intentionally pressing it against me as he took much longer to get a ice than was necessary.

When he finally got his glass, he took a gradation away, which allowed my bosom to swing free again after he'd been pressing against them. I smiled to myself when I saw his eyes drift to my swaying breasts as he handed me his glass so I could pour his swallow from the pitcher. I poured his iced tea, then turned back to him and handed him his methamphetamine hydrochloride, my eyes involuntarily darting down to his swim short pants. The synopsis of his tool was more enounce, and it was starting to create a tent in his swim trunks.

My eyebrows shot up, then I glanced up to match his eyes…he had a huge smile on his face and said,"Well….do you want to train 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 course not….what about Sara ?"

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

I was mesmerized. It was even more impressive than I'd persuasion. His semi-hard dick stuck out from his hip joint. It had a soft bend to the shaft, with the tip of his putz pointing at the floor.

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

As I ran my handwriting up and down the length of his dent, Trent untied my bikini top and tossed it on the counterpunch, allowing my boobs to swing free and rock in between us. He reached up and grabbed a tit in each hand, then lowered his capitulum and sucked one nipple into his backtalk for a few seconds, before doing the same with the other one.

I continued jerking his putz until it had grown to its wide 11"and was sticking straight out from his torso. Once he was fully raise, he pushed me down to my knee joint 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 hired hand behind him for support, as I bobbed my head back and forth on his inflexible pole, stroking his shaft of light with one manus and fondling his nutsack with the other. After sucking and stroking for a while, I pulled his stiff rod out of my lip and just admired it for a mo as I continued running my hand up and down its impressive length.

Trent moaned and rocked his hips into my pumping fist, as he reached down between us and began squeezing my swaying breasts, occasionally finding and tweaking my teat 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 hour, Trent caught his hint, then let out a moan and grabbed the back of my principal, pulling my aspect hard into his groin, as he blasted a immense incumbrance of cum down the backrest of my pharynx. He kept rocking his hips and moaning, as I swallowed his onus, then continued to stroke his peter, pumping more nerve into my rima oris until his nutsack was finally empty.

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

Still somewhat hypnotized by the sheer size of his softening dickhead, I continued to gently stroke his glistening pole and - unable to take aim my eyes off it - said,"This….this is amazing, Trento. I'm kind of storm that Sara can plow all of this…she's so petite."

Trent chuckled and said,"well, she can't care 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 pain her so that's as far as I go."

Still softly massaging his flaccid member, 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 stage for a few seconds.

When I was done enjoying the panorama, I pulled his swim courtship up as I stood, being careful to tuck his shaft down one leg of his luggage compartment. Then I pulled his hands off of my knocker and grabbed my two-piece top from the rejoinder behind me.

As I tied it back in place and pulled the modest bits of cloth over the top of my titmouse to wrap up my nipples, I said,"We need to keep this a total secret, Trent. Not a Word of God to Sara. It would break off her heart."

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

I nodded my accord, then glanced down and patted the outline of his peter in his bathing tree trunk, before leading us back out to the patio where Sara was sleeping on a chaise longue lounge.

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

The future day was Friday, and Trent and Sara drove place from school together, since they had a day of the month planned for that evening. When they walked through the straw man door, I was sitting in the living room reading a book. Sara tossed her books on the table in the hallway, gave me a kiss on the impudence, and said she was heading upstairs to shower and get cook for her date.

As Sara headed upstairs, River Trent came into the living room and said,"Hi, Mrs. B…long time ; no see."We both laughed at his little jest, 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 strawman of me. He pulled down his zipper, fished out his tremendous cock and pulled it out of his blue jean, slowly stroking it in figurehead of my face.

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

I laughed, put my Word of God on the end mesa, and replaced his paw with mine, gently stroking his irradiation as I said,"You're such a piddling shit, Trent. By the way - if you think Sara will be make in an hour, you're kidding yourself. We definitely have sentence for a quickie."

With that I pulled the tip of his whoreson into my lip and began sucking on it. As I blew him, I jerked his growing tool with one hand, then pulled his clod 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 line of me, swaying in rhythm with my bobbing head.

In no sentence he was fully tumid and rocking his pelvic arch into my pumping fist. After a instant or two, Trent released my boobs, put his workforce on my shoulders and pulled my up to my feet. Then he spin out me around to look the couch and roughly pushed me forward until I was kneeling on the sofa cushion, with my hand on the backbone of the sofa to guard me up, and my naked boobs swinging freely beneath my breast. He nudged my human knee apart until my legs were spread wide, then he flipped the spine of my sundress onto my lower back and pulled my step-in down to the center of my thighs. With one hand on my hip, Trent River grabbed his engorged prick with the former deal, 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 cascade running upstairs, so I knew Sara could not give heard me over the running water.

Trent chuckled and said,"Wow, Mrs. B….I'm impressed. I'm bollock deep in your cunt ! You're the get-go woman who's ever been able to take my entire cock."

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

I pushed my face into the shock on the spine of the sofa to stifle my grunts, mussitation,"Holy shit, Trent….uhnnn….uhnnn….God, that feels great….uhnnn….keep going….uhnnn….uhnnn…yeah, just like that….yeah, yeah….aaaahhhhh…..hmmmmm….oh, piece of tail, yeah…..aaaaahhhhhh…..God, yes…..hmmmm…."

I closed my heart and enjoyed the throes of my climax as it coursed through my torso from teat to clit, and back again. When my legs finally stopped shaking, I turned my brain back over my shoulder and said,"Hurry up, Trent….you need to end 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 air hammer and, with his hired man on my hips, he suddenly shoved his cock as far into me as he could and grunted, blasting several rope of cum all over the inside of my cunt. He pumped his coxa a few more times, emptying his nutsack and spewing a few final streams of jizzm into me, as he caught his breathing place and enjoyed his orgasm.

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

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

As I pulled up his zipper, I looked at Trent and asked,"What about your appointment 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 restaurant 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 book and settled back down on the sofa where I had been sitting earlier.

By the time Sara came downstairs, my dress and panties were back in position and I was reading my book while Trent River impatiently scanned the epithelial duct on the TV. Sara gave me a buss on the cheek, then she and Trento headed out to their Friday night date.

Sara and Trent dated all through their senior class, so I ended up seeing a lot of Trent River. Over their final year in luxuriously school, Trent and I found several opportunities to grab a quickie, a cock sucking or a handjob whenever the situation allowed. Sometimes we'd stoolie off for a few mo when he was at the house swimming in the pool or visiting Sara over a weekend. During Sara's volleyball season, he would issue forth over and fuck me while he waited for Sara to get home after practice, or I'd give him a blowjob while he waited for her to get gear up for their dates.

After high school day, Sara attended an out of state university, while Trent went to a local college. The whole clock time River Trent was in college, he'd stop by my piazza for a quick shtup 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 house for summer holiday and holiday, she and Trent would still pluck 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 forty minutes away. About a twelvemonth after that, I got re-married, too.

After that, whenever we got together for family events, Trent still loved to squeeze my boob or pinch a nipple when no one was looking, and I still thought his prick was the most beautiful one I'd ever seen. I loved finding odd moments when I could expend a few minute of arc with his cock in my hand or in my mouth….or on those increasingly rare occasion, with it pounding my pussy to orgasm. Even when we can't slip away for a quick fix during family unit assembly, I can still check out his genitals and see the outline of his impressive dick stuffed down one leg of his pants….and sometimes that's enough .