"Oh God," I screamed. Cory's cock was only the second cock I have ever had at fifty-five years of age. It was much bigger than my ex-husband’s six-inch cock.

I got married at seventeen, and I was a virgin on my wedding day. Larry was six years older than I, and he swept me off my feet. He was tall at six feet, and he was very handsome. We had three children together, and we had a storybook life until Larry decided he was gay at sixty years old. He said he had always had gay tendencies, but he suppressed them because he grew up in a strict Baptist church.

He announced it to me on our thirty-fifth anniversary. He had fallen in love with his law partner, Jim. Of course, I was devastated, but our children and their families took it in stride.

So, I am single and alone over fifty. I still looked good, though, as I had taken care of myself over the years, eating right, exercising, and lifting weights. I am tall, naturally blonde with big, heavy tits. My stomach is flat and firm, and my ass has not fallen a bit and is as juicy as ever.

I haven't been on a date since I was a teenager. I am a grandmother, for God's sake, and about to be a great-grandmother. My oldest granddaughter, Lydia, is six months pregnant and living with me as her husband is in a submarine somewhere in the Persian Gulf. Lydia has been giving me dating tips and showing me dating apps.

"Grandma, I bet this guy has a nice cock," Lydia laughed. She was swiping through my phone on the app she had just installed.

"Lydia!" I yelled. "I am not discussing men's cocks with you." We giggled as we looked at the men. She wrote to one, 'Hope to see more of you!' We both screamed "Ew!" When his ugly bent cock plastered my phone screen.

Lydia confided in me that she loved to suck her husband's cock and swallow his cum. She also confessed to having had anal sex a few times. She showed me a picture of her hand surrounding the base of his hard cock. He had a nice, smooth seven-inch cock.

I confessed I had never given head or tasted cum. I told her nothing had been in my butt. I occasionally jacked off my husband, but he never touched my pussy with his fingers or his tongue. In fact, we had only used three positions, with missionary being the prominent position, followed by cowgirl and doggie style.

Lydia explained I am always in charge of what happens on a date or afterwards. I decided how far and what I would do.

It was late, so we both went to bed. Since the divorce, I sleep only with a pair of panties on. Larry thought that was disgusting, and I had to wear pajamas or a nightgown. All this talk about dating and cocks made me horny, so I propped up on a few pillows against my headboard and thumbed through the pictures of men on the apps.

On one app, you could click on links to see more explicit content. A bare-chested firefighter caught my attention. He was handsome and muscular, but when I found out, he was only thirty-eight, I thought, 'Ew, too young!' Looking at all the pictures raised my heart rate and stiffened my pink fat nipples on my large, heavy breasts. My hand massaged my breasts as my panting increased. I rolled my nipples between my fingers, causing me to arch my back and spread my legs. My hand slid down my flat stomach and slipped under the waistband of my panties. My breathing became irregular as my fingers pushed through my wild blonde bush and found my love button.

Sex with Larry was good, but many times I had to finish myself secretly as he would cum, but I did not. So, I would go into the bathroom and clean up. I also masturbated until I climaxed.

My fingertips rubbed around my pea-sized clit. Moisture built up on my inner lips. Occasionally, I would spread myself open and dip my finger deep inside my pink entrance. On my phone, I clicked on a dick-pic. I was a nice seven-inch cock with a drop of pre-cum on the tip. My tongue unconsciously flicked out towards my phone. My body tensed up, and my ass came off the bed as I arched upwards as my pussy spasmed and I let out a silent scream. I was vigorously rubbing my clit as I had a tremendous orgasm, and my creamy fluid poured onto the sheets. My entire body was buzzing. I spasmed off and on for a good five minutes as I lay there exhausted.

I went out for coffee with a few men, but there was no chemistry. I was about to give up entirely until my new toy arrived in the mail. Lydia had picked me out a pink vibrator with a clit stimulator. I used the toy almost every night for the first month. I looked through the apps, setting up dates as I fucked myself.

I was not getting a good feeling with any of the men on my dates, so I never had a second date.

I went to the library to get a couple of maternity books for Lydia. I dropped all my books when someone suddenly knocked into me while I was holding a stack of four in my arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry, madam! Let me get those for you," Cory said. He was a giant of a man at 6'11". He smelled of Old Spice, which I love. His eyes were electric blue, and his voice was rich and deep. White, thick, curly hair adorned his head. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were muscular. I found out later that he is fifty-eight and a widower.

His powerful hands picked up my books, and he carried them to the counter for me. As big as he was, he had a gentle touch. He kept staring into my eyes and smiled as he talked. "Would you like to get some coffee later on today if you are free?" Cory asked.

"How about now?" I blurted maybe too quickly.

"That sounds great," he laughed. I am Cory, by the way."

"I'm Katherine, but please call me Kat," I replied.

We sat for three hours outside at the coffee shop. I had a great time, and I believe Cory did too. Cory had played professional football for the Atlanta Falcons. He married his college sweetheart, and they had six children together. Three sets of twins. He retired from playing football at thirty-two due to recurring injuries. He is now a coach at Georgia Tech. His wife passed away five years ago from kidney failure. He is also a grandparent but aways from being a great granddad.

He doesn't date much and spends much of his spare time with his kids and grandkids. He loves to take them camping and fishing. I let him know I love to camp and fish as well. I informed him of my story and how I had just recently started dating, with not much success.

Cory looked down at the table and asked, "May I ask you out on a proper date? I really like you."

"Yes, of course you can ask, and the answer is yes. Pick me up at eight on Friday. Make sure you take me somewhere nice and pricy," I laughed.

I didn’t realize my panties were soaked until I stood up, and a cool breeze blew under my skirt. Lydia made me tell her everything about him, and she was disappointed I didn’t have a picture. She looked him up on FB and swooned on seeing his body and handsome face. "Oh, Grandma! I bet he has a big cock," she teased.

I answered the door right at eight o'clock on Friday. My evening gown was form-fitting and did not work with a bra. My large breasts were on display. The tops were bare, and the V-cut exposed my cleavage. The fabric was thin so that if the light hit just right, you could see my large pink areolas through the fabric. Of course, my pencil eraser-shaped nipples let everyone know my mood. The gown tightly embraced my firm, round ass. I wore a small black thong, so there were no panty lines.

Cory ducked through the door frame, wearing a sports coat over a tight-fitting cardigan sweater. His slacks fit tightly in the crotch and were neatly pressed.

He pulled me to him and kissed me. His tongue entered my wanting mouth, and I devoured it. We kissed until Lydia said, " That's what I call a good hello!" Cory let me go and turned red.

"Oh, don't mind her; she is a bit of a whore and doesn't even know who her baby daddy is," I joked. They both laughed and shook hands.

We went to dinner and dancing. When we slow danced, he placed one hand on the small of my back, just above my ass, and the other between my shoulder blades. My head rested on his massive chest as he towered over me. I was so happy that I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.

Our date ended the same as it started. Cory passionately kissed me in the doorway. "I throughly enjoyed my time with you tonight. I hope you are open to seeing me again," Cory said.

"I would love to see you again. Let's make it soon. I really enjoyed myself tonight and would like to see more of you," I replied.

It only took two minutes with my vibrator that night to get me off. I was so happy. In the morning, I told Lydia all about my date like we were schoolgirls. She wanted every detail and was disappointed that we didn’t have sex.

I received a text from Cory that he was going bowling with his six children tonight, and did I want to join them. I wasn't much good at bowling, but I enjoyed it. I accepted as I wanted to meet his family.

His four daughters and two sons welcomed me into their group. The girls were particularly excited about their dad having a girlfriend. "Girlfriend!" I thought. Is that how he referred to me to them as? I was excited if he did. We bowled for about two hours, and I was quite bad. They hammered me for information all night long. They all hugged me as we said good night.

When I hopped into Cory's truck, he started apologizing for the aggressive questioning I had received. I just pulled him to me and kissed him long and hard. We started making out like teenagers. As we kissed, his hands roamed over my breasts, outside my blouse and bra. My hands opened his shirt so I could run my hands over his furry chest. Cory stared me in the eye as he unbuttoned my blouse. As my blouse opened, he looked down at the top of my breasts. He kissed my breasts as I arched forward. I was panting and pulling his hair. He pulled my breasts up and out of my bra cups. His lips latched onto one nipple as his fingers and thumb twisted the other.

My moans filled the air. His touch made my whole body shudder. Our foreheads pressed together as I struggled to release his member. I wrapped my hand around the base and had his thick eight-inch cock fully out of his pants. My hand stroked him slowly as his hand pushed under my jeans and panties. I released his cock and pushed my jeans down to mid-thigh. He now had easy access to my cunt.

I continued to stroke his cock as his fingers entered my wet pussy. Just two of his large fingers stretched me out. He found my G-spot right away. I climaxed as his thumb rubbed over my clit. "I'm close, Kat!" he growled. I quickened my strokes and watched his eyes roll up into their sockets. He arched up and grunted. His cum shot up about four inches onto my breasts. I kept pumping until his sixth and final spurt emptied onto my chest.

Cory luckily had his gym bag in the back seat, and I cleaned my breasts, and he cleaned his hands and crotch. The truck smelled of sex even after we had our clothes fully back on. We were both still breathing pretty hard. We kissed again for a while before he started his truck and drove me home. I sat right next to him with my head on his shoulder and my hand on his thick thigh.

Cory walked me to the door and kissed me good night. Once in, I lean against the door and smile. "Well, it looks like you had a good night," Lydia said as she waddled into the foyer. "Did you get to see his cock?" She asked.

"Oh you. Is that all you think about? I don't kiss and tell, and it's none of your business, missy," I replied.

She retorted as she walked away, "I know it's none of my business, but you have cum in your hair."

Two days later, Cory asked me to go fishing and camping at the lake that weekend, just the two of us. Of course, I excitedly agreed.

We arrived at the campsite and boat ramp at about four AM. We set up the tent and put the bass boat into the water. I surprised Cory because I had my own fishing rods, tackle box, and gear. I was wearing a big floppy hat with a fishing vest over my bright yellow bikini top. I wore light sweatpants over my bikini bottoms. On my feet were old, worn tennis shoes with no socks.

We took off onto the lake about half an hour before sunrise. Cory settled the boat in a quiet cove with a lot of tree cover and fallen trees in the water. I set up my rod as a Carolina rig, while Cory set up his as a Texas rig. As soon as the sunlight hit the water, I cast under a huge fallen pine. I immediately got a hit and pulled in a four-pound largemouth bass. With the bass, we practiced catch and release. Cory took my picture with my catch before I released it back into the lake. I caught three more bass before Cory caught a hybrid (a cross between a stripper and a bass). Those we put in our aerator to cook for tonight's dinner.

We pulled back into camp around two PM. Around eleven AM; I had taken off my vest and pants. I fished in my bright yellow bikini. I noticed Cory staring at my pussy a few times as my bottoms had worked their way into my labia and my wild blond pubic hair stuck out on the sides.

I had caught eight bass and three hybrids. Cory had caught only three bass and four hybrids. He caught the biggest bass at seven pounds. We cleaned and gutted the fish and prepared them to be fried over the fire. We had hung a solar shower bag before we left, so we would have warm water to shower with when we got back.

After dinner, I jumped into the makeshift shower, just wearing my bikini. My eyes were closed as the warm water cascaded over my soapy hair. I felt Cory's strong hands rubbing soap on my back. I opened my eyes and saw him fully naked for the first time. His back and shoulders were muscular and broad. His back was hairless, with the only hair on his massive chest, with a thin line running over his stomach down to his grey bush. He was my gentle giant. His long cock hung flaccid between his muscular thighs. His balls were majestic. Both of his knees had multiple scars from his football injuries.

I untied my bikini top and let it fall to the ground. My bottoms were soon to follow. He stared lustfully at my naked body. My breasts stood out like shelves, as did my firm ass. Cory soaped up my tits and washed them. He brought the soapy cloth between my legs and up my ass crack. I washed his large body as well. I stroked his soapy cock and fondled his massive balls.

I knelt in front of him, and I was shaking as I was going to take the first cock ever into my mouth. My tongue darted out and licked the tip of his cock and around the rim. My mouth opened up, and I sucked his cockhead. It felt like a warm, fleshy knob in my mouth. I leaned forward, taking in more of his cock. I kept his cock there as it hardened and grew. Once his fat cock was at full length, I attempted to take more into my mouth. I gagged and coughed as the spongy head hit the back of my throat. Five inches is all I could take in. I bobbed my head slowly up and down his smooth shaft. I pumped the base with my hand.

Cory was thrusting into my mouth as he moaned loudly. I was enjoying his cock in my mouth. It made me feel powerful and sexy. "Baby, I'm about to cum," Cory grunted. I kept him in my mouth, even though it was hard to breathe as he fucked my face. He stiffened and held himself back of my throat when a powerful burst of ejaculate shot into my mouth. He erupted five or six times, with his cum spilling out of my mouth. I swallowed much of it and kept some in my mouth to savor the salty taste.

He stood and hugged me tight. I swallowed the remaining cum as he dried us both off. He picked me up and carried me into the tent. We had a queen-sized foam mattress on the floor of the tent with sheets and blankets. He lay me down on my back and raised my knees. He put his face between my thighs and pushed my legs wide apart.

His breath on my pussy was making me squirm. I could already feel the moisture slipping through my pussy lips. He took in my aroma with a couple of deep breaths. "God, you're beautiful, Katherine," he whispered. He used his fingers of both hands to spread open my inner lips. He eagerly licked the fluid from my pink opening. I had an immense climax from his tongue licking my pussy. My ex-husband thought servicing me was disgusting, so he had never serviced me before. His lips found my pea-sized clit and sucked on it as he ran his fingers of one hand through my curly bush and had two fingers from another hand deep inside me.

My entire body spasmed as I screamed. I came hard and long. I thought then and there that Cory would eat my pussy often. To my surprise, Cory pushed his pussy soaked fingers into my mouth. I tasted tangy and sweet at the same time. I felt so fucking wonderful.

Cory sucked my big tits as he slid on top of me. His cockhead aligned with my entrance. The head spread my inner lips and just barely pushed into my pink when we heard car doors opening and closing. Children were shouting, "Grandpa, where are you."

We quickly got dressed and bounded out of the tent. Two of his daughters were here with their spouses and kids. They wanted to surprise him by spending the night camping with him. The two daughters apologized, as they knew we had been having sex.

We had a great time making smores and cooking hot dogs for his grandkids. In the morning, we fished from the dock and caught tons of crappie and brim.

The next Friday, I sent Lydia to stay with her mother for the entire weekend. I met Cory at my front door, wearing a sheer white robe over sheer white panties and bra. I locked the door and grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom. We passionately kissed, then I pushed him away. I jumped onto the bed, onto my back, and propped myself up on my elbows. "Take your clothes off, you handsome beast, and fuck me. Fuck me hard and long," I demanded.

I watched him remove his clothes as I removed my robe and bra. His cock stuck straight out like a flagpole. Cory pulled my panties off in one quick motion. He noticed I was soaking wet and climbed between my legs. I locked my ankles around his waist, and he thrust his cock fully into my cunt.

"Oh God," I screamed. Cory's cock was only the second cock I have ever had at fifty-five years of age. It was much bigger than my ex-husband’s six-inch cock. He stretched my velvety inner walls and filled me up. His massive balls nestled between my ass cheeks. My eyes rolled up into my head as he pounded my pussy. This wasn’t lovemaking; it was animalistic and hardcore fucking. His cock slipped out at one point, and I panicked and rushed to push it back in. He mauled my large breasts with his hands and mouth. He pounded me so hard that we fell off the bed.

On the floor, he placed me on my hands and knees and took me from behind. He felt even bigger from the back. My tits were swaying as his hands grabbed my fleshy hips. We were both grunting. His cock felt so good in my pussy. He pulled my head back by my hair. For twenty minutes, he fucked me roughly without a word. My climax built as his thick shaft slid against my clit.

My head thrashed up and down, and my pussy clenched tighter on his cock. I let out a silent scream as I had the most violent orgasm I had ever had. I released a river of pussy juice as he fucked me even harder. He slammed his cock deep inside me, and I felt his warm cum spread inside me. This set off another tremendous orgasm.

Once we recovered, I pushed him onto his back and straddled his wide body. My pussy slowly sank onto his cock until I was fully seated. I looked down at my breasts, and they were red and bruised. Bite marks circled each areola. Cory had deep scratches on his shoulder and chest. I smiled down at him as I slowly rode him. He held onto my hips as we made love, slow and tender. I watched his face distort when he gently came inside me. My head kicked back as I came nice and easy.

Cory and I fucked all weekend, hardly leaving the bedroom. We had food delivered multiple times.

I'm standing here in my wedding dress, holding my great-granddaughter, Milly. Lydia is my maid of honor, and her husband is back from his deployment. Cory and our whole families are in the church waiting for my ex-husband to walk me down the aisle.

I decided that I only needed to experience two cocks in my life, and the second one satisfies me every time.