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I spend a lot of my time thinking about sex. About screwing with abandon and getting all the pleasures I want. That’s not all I think about. Sometimes — remembering that I am in my middle-ages now — I think about what sex means to me and why its so important.
I also reflect on why men insist on me using a word like pussy. Or cunt. Readers know that I refer another name to describe my genitals. But it seems that some men need women to comply and submit even on something so basic as how we describe our own bodies.
Its much more pleasant to think about sex and the exciting things I can experience. What should a woman like me want? What about the act of taking a facial? Some women have told me that they feel scared if a man suggests shooting his stuff on their face. But I very willingly went to my knees and urged my young lover to shoot his big load all over my face.
Does that mean I have crossed a line? Or did that happen when I suggested anal sex to Brady? I recently had an unintended lesbian experience with my friend, Jill. I don’t feel like that is crossing a line, at all. On the other hand, it certainly gives me the chance to expand my sexual lifestyle.
Those experiences, and many others, remind me of the wonderful choices I have made. It is so very satisfying to know that I have such intense pleasure. Many in society would condemn me if they knew. But I don’t have any problems with being an older woman who seeks out young men, boys younger than my own daughter, to lure to my bed. The excitement and the sex are beyond anything I have known. I am determined not to surrender myself to a normal, middle-aged life, just yet.
At first, I told myself that it was a reaction to my husband leaving me for a younger woman. An opportunity came along and I acted rashly. That first young man was a reminder of the freedoms of my youth. Back then, none of us gave thought to what society might say. We were horny and wanting to experience the promise of sex. I let young men take me to bed and use me and they taught me a lot about sex and my body.
Sex with my husband never reached those levels of excitement. And it only became more routine and boring as the years progressed. I don’t know if he enjoyed better sex with his younger woman before she dumped him. I do know that he made no effort to improve our married sex life.
So I have no regrets about my choices. It was incredibly tempting to take to my bed men of that tender age. From the first time I found it to be very satisfying. I stopped thinking about my husband. I only have one use for him. Instead I think only about the joy these young men bring me and how well they all learn to pleasure me.
Like most males, they are so grateful to be allowed to touch a woman and to be touched. The young ones get so excited they don’t seem to care about the age difference. Happily, l keep myself in great shape with firm, shapely thighs and butt. Of course, my big, perky C-cup boobs also ensure they are keen.
I choose young men who keep me excited and aroused every day. HI think about my boys even during my working day. I worry that I have sex on my brain – I have never masturbated as avidly as I do these days.
I’ve never had so much wonderful screwing either. Is it too much? Have I done the right thing? Not by seducing these boys, these almost men. They fill a need that I’d never imagined I could feel. I crave them. But is it wrong? Well, I do believe that I am doing a favour for those boys. And for their girlfriends and their future wives. No boring married sex for those young women after I have taught my boys to be men and to be skilled lovers.
Teaching boys of that age to give oral pleasure? Letting them experiment with different positions for screwing? And what about 69s and tit-fucking? I never did those things with my husband. And not even when I was their age. Back then I had the desire but not the confidence.
Now I have the confidence. And the knowledge. I know my body is better than many of the young girls they’d normally pursue. I think my boobs are my best asset, perky and almost C-cup since I had them fixed. Though I work hard on my body and keeping my legs strong and shapely and my bottom rounded and firm. I like the look of it when I am wearing a g-string. It seems my young men like it as well. I’m keeping my light brown hair a little shorter now — shoulder length. My skin is in good condition with hardly any wrinkles. I have been lucky.
Yet, I want still more from my young men. I want this lifestyle to continue. After all, the wonder of young men is their boundless sexual energy — as if they can never get enough.
But the greatest wonder is their powerful, throbbing dicks. A young penis is an amazing object. When I have one in my hand, or my mouth or inside my sex, its as if the boy is transferring his sexual energy to me. It makes me feel so horny and needy and willing to give him everything he wants.
And to think I had the chance of two young men — bonus veren siteler and their lovely cocks — at the same time. I must have been crazy, out of my mind. But the chance was there and I convinced them to try a threesome with me. It was the same as when I so rashly took young Ryan to my bed that first night. Luckily, Brady and his friend were eager and well-behaved. I remember feeling calm and I control. Even when it came to their dicks.
Oh yes, it was a most incredible experience to touch them both, feel them throbbing for me. And to experience the extra loads of semen as they both shot so manfully, excite and aroused by an older woman.
Of course, a boy with an erection is also about his power over me. His hard-on is his tool, his weapon. It is his identity and his focus. His manhood. I feel it pulse and throb, almost alive by itself, and I sense that I am ready to submit to it. With that perfect instrument he can penetrate me, fuck me. And he can unleash the contents of his balls — shooting his powerful, virile, baby-making seed
Now I realise that I crave their semen. I can see that I’ve always had a “thing” for a man’s stuff. Its not just his orgasm and his shooting that make me excited. I’ve always loved a man shooting his load — watching, feeling, tasting it. It’s a magical moment of such intense pleasure for him. You can see in his face and his eyes the way he gets so focused on that moment of his eruption. And the feeling of triumph and control and reward is so incredible. Because, as women know, we made that happen and it was because of us that now the man is feeling so pleased and satisfied. And even if he won’t admit it, the guy is feeling at least a little bit grateful.
Like that day with Brady and Chris. They did everything I wanted since it was their chance to live out their fantasies — an invitation for screwing with a horny, older woman and a threesome. It was so easy to reward them, letting them shot their loads on me and in me.
You see, I crave sexual satisfaction with my young lovers. When a young man who performs for me, he satisfies not only my physical needs but the aching in my soul.
But there is something else, besides. Something primal that is about more than his orgasm.
What I want is his stuff — his semen, jizz, whatever. That amazing fluid that contains all his baby-making potential. It came to me after my first experience with Clayton. How wonderful it was when he shared his orgasm with me and sprayed me with his stuff. Yes, that was the highlight — the big shots of his sticky, white fluid that seemed to stain my skin. And the scent of his stuff that filled my nostrils in that small bathroom.
When a boy cums for me, shoots his manly fluid, it’s a triumph for me. A moment of conquest. Its his surrender to me – even if he considers it a victory. The pulsing of his shaft as he shoots over and over. The force of his shots as they land on my skin. The flooding of my mouth before I swallow. The way he fills my vag, his virile stuff shooting so dangerously close to my womb. The wet warmth as his stuff oozes from my vag after he has screwed me. The tightening against my skin as his wonderful stuff cools and dries.
Women don’t talk or write much about these feelings. I know that some women even find semen to be messy or yucky. But I never want to use a condom again when having sex with a man — especially not one of my lovely boys.
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It was these thoughts that filled my head as I prepared for Matthew to visit me for the first time. I knew I needed Matt. I was confident that he would feel the same way. But I wasn’t going to screw him that first time. I had been thinking about my Clayton and our very first sexual experience.
I knew what I wanted from Matthew. I was super ready. But I stayed in control, at first inviting him to meet for coffee and then, almost at the last minute, sending a suggestion that he “might like to visit my apartment” instead. That’s not to say I didn’t have some nerves and I felt a little bit of relief when he sent me a message agreeing.
I opened the door to this handsome, beautiful young man. He was wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt and nice jeans. He didn’t seem nervous. Then again, he really could not have guessed what I had planned.
As always, my heart was pounding. I was wearing loose pants and a shirt with buttons. Naturally I had taken off my underwear. My nipples were rock hard with my excitement. They were obviously pointy, impossible to hide under my shirt but that, of course, was what I wanted.
“I am really glad you could drop by,” I said with a gentle smile.
With my heart racing and my breathing too fast, it was a struggle to hide my nerves. I also didn’t want to look lecherous. My new young man seemed not to notice. He smiled in return. Once again, I was struck by what a well-mannered young man he is. That only made him more perfect in my eyes.
“My husband sometimes bedava bahis wants to drop over. Oh, I mean, my ex-husband of course. We’re separated. He is still the jealous type. But don’t worry about him for tonight.”
“OK. So, its just us?” he asked, looking around. “It’s a really nice apartment.”
I couldn’t tell if he was nervous or trying to show some bravado. But it was nice that he tried to sound manly and grown up.
“Thank you, Matthew,” I said softly. “Why don’t you give me a hug?”
For once, I’d decided that words weren’t the best way to seduce a nice boy like Matthew. I helped him to get started, taking him in my arms and edging him closer to me. His bright, blue eyes looked so intense when we were close-up. I was sure he’d hear my heart as it raced inside my chest. I forced myself to slow my breathing. He is such a wonderful young man and he was so incredibly close to me.
“What a lovely hug. Your arms feel so nice,” I murmured.
We held each other as I gave a little squeeze. He did feel good with his hard muscles. I was lucky to have Ryan as my first young man. But even his wonderful body is no match for Matthew — I know how hard Matt works on his body and I was very much looking forward to enjoying the results. I smiled and squeezed a little more firmly. To my relief, he responded and hugged me a little closer. It was a perfect start.
“Hold me tighter,” I urged him. “Let me feel that strong body.”
His physical strength gave me a hit of his sexual power. My vag gave a little spurt of wetness. I was enjoying his hug but my mind was racing. I would have let him screw me right there if not for my careful plan.
“You should kiss me,” I said softly.
He is a little taller than me, maybe less than average for a man. But he bent his head down and gave a quick peck to my cheek. That touch was fabulous. But that wasn’t what I had intended.
“Let me kiss you,” I said to him and he didn’t move.
There was no need to make either of us wait any longer. I put my lips onto his. I pressed my tongue against his lips. He hesitated, unsure of how far to go. But I wanted that young man so badly. Suddenly his mouth opened and I kissed my new young lover for the first time. He is not the greatest kisser but I was swooning at the mere act of touching my tongue against his. It was wonderful.
“You like that? It feels good, doesn’t it? I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
I saw his look of surprise. Of course, he’d not really expected me to take such a fancy to him. But Matthew didn’t argue, conceding to a second long kiss. I needed more of my new young man. Despite my pounding heart, I was feeling bolder.
“Matthew, in a situation like this, sometimes a woman likes to be touched.”
He was too well-mannered. But I didn’t wait to push his hands lower, down to my bottom. That was the time he might decide to flee. But he allowed his hands to rest on my butt cheeks. It was hard to breathe. My nipples were threatening to poke holes in my shirt. I smiled and kissed my new young man once more. This time I was rewarded by the feeling of his hands softly stroking and groping my bum. He was getting the idea.
“Go ahead,” I whispered to him with a naughty grin. “Grab them.”
He did just as I wanted. I felt his hands grip tighter against my flesh. I knew his fingers were curling just slightly as he grabbed handfuls of my butt cheeks. Feeling his strength almost made me moan out loud. I imagined that his heart was pounding just like mine. And I was even more in love with his young muscles.
It was the first time Matthew ever touched me in a sexual way. I will never forget it. Nor will I forget one other special detail.
His penis was hard. I felt it underneath his jeans. It pressed into me as he hugged me and squeezed my bottom. It was hard and big. I knew then for certain that young Matthew was my next lover. And that he was ready to do everything I asked of him.
“You like my bottom, don’t you?” I asked as I broke our kiss. “I know you’ve been watching my butt.”
“It’s a great butt,” he breathed, slightly nervous but obviously getting hot. “Its the best in the whole gym.”
I smiled at his flattery. It seemed like my new young man wasn’t clueless, after all. I reached down and pulled up the hem of his T-shirt.
“I’m pleased, And I’ve been looking at you as well,” I grinned as I exposed his sexy washboard abs. “Oh, Matthew. You have a beautiful body.”
Already I was running my fingers over his abs, feeling the ridges of those hard, toned muscles. I’ve never had the chance to enjoy abs like his. What dedication and hard work. And still such a young man. It turns out that Matthew is only a few months younger than Brady — still just nineteen and ripe for me.
He might be immature but he was a very manly body – what a combination. Young Ryan will always be special but his body can’t match Matt’s muscles. Wow sexy for him to let me touch and stroke them. It deneme bonus was even better the second time because he was letting me seduce him. I was already thinking of how his body will look when he is on top of me, screwing me deep. And his penis was telling me that he wanted more.
My vag was oozing wetness and my mouth suddenly was so dry. I thought I should help the air get to my lungs. There was no stopping me now.
“You can undo my buttons,” I whispered to Matthew.
As he started to unveil my body, it was like a moment of truth. He fumbled a little. But I knew that Matt would not be able to resist now my cleavage was fully exposed.
“Go on,” I told him. “Open, so you can see me.”
I still get nervous at this moment but Matthew was making me feel fabulous. He was fully inside my trap now. And, happily, Matt didn’t need to wait for further instructions. I loved his face as he gently tugged my shirt apart. He’s never had a woman invite him to expose her breasts. I think he was even holding his breath at that moment. It was thrilling to let Matt expose me, staring at my pert, firm boobs in all their glory.
His hands went straight to my chest. His touch was so gentle and his face showed a mixture of apprehension and lust. But lust won out and his hands were firm and confident as he softly stroked my boobs, running his fingertips around the sides and then across my rock hard, pointy nipples to the undersides. My chest was heaving slightly from my incredible arousal.
“What do you think?” I breathed to him.
I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Lets face it, we were standing in my apartment with me half-naked in front of a boy who was obviously hungry for my body.
“You are incredible,” he replied in a half-strangled voice.
“You see,” I told him. “Sometimes a woman likes to be touched. And she likes compliments from a handsome man.”
He showed me a grin. I imagined his dick getting harder and bigger for me. I’d made a good choice. Matthew will be my new lover. And he will be eager to learn exactly how to pleasure me.
“Touch me,” I told him. “Squeeze them a little if you want.”
“Oh, Maria,” he breathed as his hands started to massage my boobs. “You have a perfect body.”
“I got them fixed,” I told him with an almost moan. “For a few special men. And you are a special young man.”
Super aroused, I yanked his T-shirt up. His hands left my boobs only long enough for me to lift the shirt up and over his head. After all, I am a very special woman and I was not going to miss my chance to admire and enjoy more of his fabulous, muscled physique. He wasn’t shy about me seeing him.
So, we were both naked from the waist up. I moaned again as Matthew’s hands returned to my boobs. It was deliciously naughty to let him touch me. He was excited, too, as I let him explore me for the first time, testing the firmness and the weight of my big boobs. And I was thoroughly enjoying him in return, running my hands over his fabulous shoulders and chest. The covering of fine hair over his chest and his stomach belies his youth. But his muscles are the best — hard like they’ve been chiselled from stone. They will feel even better when he is in my bed.
“Kiss them,” I urged Matthew as he continued to enjoy my boobs.
The touch of his lips sent tiny shocks all through my body. I groaned aloud, not caring that he could hear me. Despite his inexperience, Matthew seemed to know what to do. I watched with delight as he lowered his head further. He was being so brave with me and I was excited for us both. His lips touched my nipples and I felt those wonderful jolts of electricity shooting through me.
“Good boy,” I moaned to him. “Oh, good boy.”
And when he gave them a little suck, I almost lost control. I almost pulled his face into my boobs but that was not the plan. My aim was to make him horny and frenzied and that was starting to work.
“You know how to please a woman,” I moaned through my arousal.
It was only a small lie. My body was on fire and my brain was even worse. Everything was going so well. I decided to test that he really was ready to give me anything I wanted.
“Kiss my butt?” I murmured to him.
He seemed to have no objection. Young men can be horny enough that they’ll do whatever a woman wants. I did something brave, slutty – turning around and pulling down my pants. I was showing my bare butt and the bare skin of my cleft. Would he smell the scent of my arousal? And what would it matter if he did? Leaning forward over the lounge, I stuck out my bottom towards Matthew.
To my absolute delight, my new lover went to his knees behind me. What a gentleman he is. His face was at exactly the right height. Ready to give soft kisses to my butt after so many hard sessions in the gym.
“Make my butt feel good,” I almost begged him. “I’ve been doing extra work for you.”
At that moment, I hardly cared what Matt thought of me. I wanted him so badly. My body was aching. I could feel the throbbing in my vag. I moaned like a slut as he pressed his lips to my pale, toned butt cheeks and gave me a lovely, wet kiss. It was a most sensational experience.
“Good boy,” I breathed aloud to him. “Oh, you like my bottom.”
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