Progress was made. Our neighbor, Mrs. Wilders, the aunt of my virgin girlfriend Lisa, used to watch me like a master sergeant. But eventually, after some sophisticated foreplay which I had initiated, she seduced me under the raspberry bushes in the flowering garden when I visited her a few days ago.
I had successfully played the nice, eighteen-year-old boy, making her curious after telling about my experiences with mature women. Before, I had not been attracted to her, because her barking voice turned me off. But then, when I ended up helping her to pick the berries, accidentally her perky nipples touched me, and her skirt slipped up and disclosed a large hairy pussy between her curvaceous thighs under the voluptuous butt.
This is now already recent history. I was asked to call her Annie. She shyly admitted to liking my large cock, which I was proud of. When she licked, kissed and finally swallowed it, she made me cum while I was sucking her enormous clit and explored the female paradise with my nose and tongue.
Nevertheless, she suddenly got concerned again, played the responsible adult and sent me home. The next two days I skipped school and played with my permanent hard-on, unable to think about anything else than Annie’s fat butt cheeks, her thick nipples and her rosy clit.
Finally, I her saw her coming home from a shopping trip. I ran over and offered to help bring the groceries inside. While she gathered the bags from the trunk of the car, I leaned over her, cuddling my swelling cock into the crack of her behind
She turned around, licked her wonderful lips and smiled at me like a silent invitation, while her enormous ass pushed against my pelvis.
She walked ahead of me into the house with her muscular legs on high heels and her big hips and butt dancing in hot pants.
Mrs. Wilder was pretty tall, and flat-chested with a very narrow waist. Since she did not have to wear a bra, her unusually big nipples were sticking out again under the tight tank top she was wearing.
Two features had always called my attention, long before I got better acquainted with her: She had a big bubble butt like some of the black women in the porno movies, and her lips were unusually full and fleshy, making her often devious smiles very attractive.
Her hair was black, long, and curly, her skin was brunette, and she had bushy eyebrows over green eyes. I also knew that she had hair under her arms and a very thick bush between her legs.
All pants looked hot on her, and her shorts were so much shorter and tighter than rules of decency allow for a mature widow. They did not even cover the lower part of her amazing butt cheeks, surely a provocation to grab this bubbling meat.
After arriving in the kitchen, she said, “How about a lemonade? It made you horny last time.” I only grinned at her and could not resist anymore the urge to grab those beautiful cheeks bursting out from below her pants. She forgot the lemonade and pushed her warm body against me, cordially greeted by my rising penis.
This made her moan and giggle. Her hands came down to my bulge, and she whispered, “I remember this outstanding instrument, boy, and I know it wants me.“ She got on her knees, pulled down my zipper, and her hot lips found my cock. She moved the foreskin down, softly sucked the tip, went down licking the shaft and, finally, gently kissing the balls.
But then she lifted her head, looked me deep in the eyes and said, “Today I want to grow and preserve this and use it for what it was made after letting you go last time.” She pulled off her top.