This young guy is having difficulties in burying his cock into an old lady’s cunt. It’s already been ten years since last time her husband made love to her. A true story.
My vagina was no longer wishing to get a stranger guest inside her, least to fit huge cocks into it: no use to try, but slowly, the rod began to slide in, bringing me to a fantastic sex ever, even greater than the ones I used to have with my husband.
A friend of mine encouraged me to write this story about our first adventure we had together on the bed. Well, first thing first: to introduce myself.
I am a 60 yo woman, married to my husband 20 years elder. He never gave me a major pleasure further than a routine fucking here and there. Of course I wasn't satisfied at all. We still live together while worship is a subject gone for ever, nonexistent. I must say, I'm still aroused by men's dicks because my necessities have to be satisfied, while love has been too poor at our marriage, since we first married, but I've survived by saying: "It's worth a bird in hand than a hundred in the bush." It means, at least I sometimes got a dick into my pussy.
I have some natural assets that my robe always keeps hidden. I love to play with my hidden godies too. I always spread my pussy wide and is feeling good. With a body like that I should never keep it hidden. My pussy is so tight it would be like fucking a fist. I’d like a man in me. I wanted to have a visitor over so I could get some action and keep it quiet.
My new friend is a 20 yo boy. His first name is Michael and I still can't get how such young person could feel attracted by any mature woman. He was too important to me, because ended up solving my problems in the bed, problems like weariness, dullness, boredom… He made me try new, unimaginable things on the bed and to feel satisfied, fucking my brains out.
I met Michael two years ago by accident. He had come to this town to attend a university, but a friend of mine asked Michael to do a favour –to bring a present and turn it to me at my home. The messenger, in fact, delivered such package and the moment he rang the door bell I was alone at home -my husband was running errands, and it was the maid's day off.
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As I was getting out of the bath room -I was taking a shower- somebody rang the door bell. I was not wearing my panty, or underwear, and went to open the door though. There he was, showing kind, young and sympathetic; too nice and I was moved by his appearance. I motioned him inside saying thank you. As the 20 yo boy handled in the package. I said: "Would you like to come in for a soda?"
We had small talk and looked like two persons who were familiar or knew each other since time back; I wasn't shy at all during the talk, and it looked like an informal visit. I sometimes either threw off the track in the middle of the chat, or acted with confidence at some occasions.
He was not concerned, or seemingly didn't pay attention at my rob showing a crack, as I repeatedly would cross my legs. Well, I must say I still have the legs for it. There I was, sitting in that sofa almost naked. My low neck was, at the same time, giving me some trouble coz the rob I was wearing disclosed too much evidence. Also it showed the bottom of my breasts. Michael's apparent embarrassment made me figure out these problems as he peeked at my legs. Perhaps he was beginning to feel uncomfortable there, especially by the way he stared at me, and this had begun to turn me on. I wondered what he specifically was looking at, while at the same time, I had images of me stripping off for him, but figured out his glances off my body would only mean his criticism or disapproval.
An old woman shouldn't show off like this, on the contrary to cover her body to keep away from intriguing stare. This winding up made me to ask for permission and get to my bed room for dressing up formally. Then, I'd give Michael a ride back home. But finally I ended up showing him around the neighbourhood, as you will see now.
I came down in my new outfit and realized this guy wasn't alert of my standing in the second floor: too busy, occupied in jerking off! I was initially offended, insulted by this scene but, all of a sudden, this began to turn me on. No question he had liked my legs and tits. I still didn't believe this and began to come downstairs doing some noise to prevent.
We tour this part of the city for two hours, and visited a few malls, and the like. Since I had invited him for lunch we returned home, and at the same time he'd have the chance to meet my husband, but were surprised by a massage my husband had left for us to read, saying her would have lunch at his cousin's, also a business reunion with friends there.
Well, we had no other choice than having our meal without my husband and after that, we would sit in the sofa to talk and drink coffee. Suddenly, I told him I wanted to take my shoes off, put my feet up and relax. He offered to massage my legs, saying he had learned this job at massage centres working there. Also he had signed in a course once. Of course I gladly agreed, so Michael asked for some hydrating cream. Soon I'd be lying in the sofa, while the young boy massaged feet and legs together.
I not only began to feel healed, but I noticed my wet vagina, aroused by Michael's skilled hands too. He prompted his hands toward my thighs. My body was all a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. I wanted to stop him but lacked the will power, or excuses to keep him from continue. I was finally led by pleasure and let him on his own. I'd soon give up, like if in heaven.
That was too much stimulating to stand, as this got to its momentum. I got totally inhibited and modesty was no longer something I could rely on. I felt like if grass tea had been passed around freely in a party, instead of coffee.
Suddenly, I felt something wet on one foot, so I opened my eyes to find out what it was: Michael was kissing it, he then moved on to the other one.