The Beginning 112

To begin with, you need to know that I'm five months out of a two year torrid love affair. It was unconventional. It was different. It was frustrating. Parts of it were soul crushing. But my God, the sex... the sex was sheer magic. I want to remember moments shared with my Greek God for years to come, I never want to lose the magic that was us and this is a wonderful way to commemorate that.

With that said, let me make this clear. There are moments of beautiful, sweet passionate lovemaking. But that's not what we were about. Not. At. All.

This is about fucking. Handprint on the ass leaving, against the wall, on the stairs, leave the hotel with a cold pack on my crotch type of fucking. It was magic.

A little about me. I'm a mid-thirties, 208lbs, 5'2 wife and mother. I am currently working in marketing but before this job I enjoyed 10 years of being a high school teacher. I live in a very small town where everyone knows everyone. I am beautiful; Striking, really. I am loud and spontaneous and usually feel like I'm always coming on strong. I'm well liked and was pulling men long before BBWs were a thing (thanks Lizzo!).

My lover, my Greek God, is the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes, fingers or lips on. He stood at 6'4 to my 5'2. His skin was a dark milk chocolate brown to my milky white. That was one of my favorite things about us, rewatching our videos and seeing the colors of our limbs and bodies intertwine. Watching his long, fat breathtaking dick pummel in and out of my fat white, soaking wet pussy. He is young. Our second year together we celebrated his 21st birthday. Really, really young.

He is a former student and, as I said I am a happily married wife and mother so we never were supposed to happen. But when you mix weed, memories and sheer chemistry... well... no one wanted to control much of anything.

Since this is my first story, I'll share one of my fondest memories. I love to suck dick. I love everything about it. I love being on my knees in front of a man. I love surrendering control. I love the posturing of the entire act. And I love the taste of cum. The whole time I'm sucking dick, I'm greedily awaiting my reward.

He had been begging for pussy, and as I was still on the fence about whether or not I wanted to do this, about whether or not I wanted his lean muscular young body to see my short, plump mature body, I was unsure if I wanted to take that leap. I was just unsure. But then he said, you can't make me cum from head. And that's all it took.

I said, get out of the car and stand up. We were in an abandoned parking lot next to a shopping mall in our sleepy town. Cars passed, but not many as it was early in the morning. I remember DEMANDING that he give me my dick. To this day I still fantasize about the first glimpse of his dick. It didn't poke out or jump out of his boxer. No, he pulled them down and his perfect dick swung out like it was a fucking cattle gate. I was drenched.

He stood outside of my car and I was determined to taste him. I remember I had gum in my mouth that I took out to stick on my dash. I remember taking my hand, my wedding ring sparkling in the moonlight, and wrapping it around his hard dick. I remember my fingers barely touching. I remember loving the idea of the challenge.

The first taste was the sweetest taste. He immediately became my addiction. I licked his balls hungrily and then dragged my tongue up the shaft of his dick. I could feel the pulse. His dick would twitch every time my tongue flicked it. As I reached the top, I knew I wanted to make this dick MINE. I was about to give him the time of his life.

There we were, parked, him standing beside my car. Me inside the car with my driver's side window down working his dick like my life depended on it. I sucked slowly and savored his dick through an entire song. I would drag my hand up his shaft and lick the precum glistening from his tip. I was ready for the full load. The song changed, the tempo changed and I was going to get what was mine. I began to stroke his dick with deliberate motions intentionally taking him all the way down my throat and swirling the head of his dick with my tongue. I repeated this until his dick was twitching so much I had to grip it even tighter. I heard him say "Oh fuck girl" and his fist hit the top of my car as I sucked every last drop from him.

Here's the best part about fuckin young men - they keep going. I knew this was a far cry from the pussy he was wanting to get but I wanted to remind him what I expected. And that was more. If he only had one round in him then we didn't need to go any further. I wanted it all.

He started to pull away but then I cupped his balls. I flicked the head of his dick with my tongue. I remember slurping it back in my mouth. Within seconds he was hard again. I switched gears and sucked dick with all I had. I was stroking his dick so hard I bruised my lip from my hand and my mouth meeting on that dick. I gave him the time of his life. I put my other hand in my pants and began rubbing my clit. I wanted us to come together and he was twitching again like he did only moments ago. I knew this was it for both of it.

The more my clit throbbed the more I stroked it. The more I stroked it the wetter and sloppier I sucked his dick. I stopped long enough to say, "Cum with me, Daddy" and that's all it took. I sucked him dry, yet again. He bent his head down into the window and kissed me on my forward. He said, "Baby, you bad. You so bad. You the baddest bitch I know."

The rest... The rest was magic... and history.