My escapades with oversexed and underused Helen had gone on every several weeks during my extended stay in Fort Lauderdale. I would have gratefully filled her longing pussy with my man juice every day if she wanted, but she had other needs, it seems. While my good sized fifty year old dick was fine for this sixty year old babe, my much smaller wallet lacked the necessary cash to keep her in the lifestyle to which she wanted to become accustomed! She would rather flirt with the older guys in the neighborhood who had big bank accounts, even if their dicks didn't match. Helen would get them to take her out to dinner at the nicer places in the area, or on a shopping spree with their platinum plastic cards, and end up snuggling on her couch or sucking their limp dicks to a bit of pleasure for them afterward.
But all that touching and groping just left her needing a real fuck, and so she'd look me up. "How about a tit feast tonight?" she'd whisper in my ear as I sat by the pool enjoying the Florida sun. "You look hungry for these double D beauties". And so I was.
She had been allowing me access to her boudoir, after banging her needy cunt on a few occasions while she flat backed on the living room sofa. It was like the proverbial French whorehouse, with dim lighting, and bright red satin sheets atop a four poster bed. Hung above those four posts, up in the ceiling, was a mirror the same size as the bed. There was enough light to easily see the action from underneath, and I did love to see Helen's undulating ass flesh bouncing up and down while riding my cock. I am a lover of older, large fleshy women. A little twig-of-a-girl holds no sexual attraction to me. Give me some female meat to hang onto, and a woman who's been around enough to know how to use that flesh.
Helen was a woman of pleasure, and not ashamed of her female needs. In the nightstand beside this bed of delights she kept a variety of toys for use at any and all times, alone or with a friend like me. Her late husband had lost the spring in his dick a few years before he died, but she was faithful until he was gone. But while he couldn't satisfy this wild woman anymore, he was happy to manipulate a large rubber substitute in her wide open shaved pussy, and lick up the residue after her series of screaming organisms. She not wanting to give up this playtime convinced me to do the same, knowing that I would always get to get my rocks off inside that treasure tunnel before I left for the evening.
One such evening of joy began with Helen playfully opening her sensible button up blouse to reveal a beautifully tailored-to-fit red teddy underneath. She slipped off her slacks and twirled about the room, as I sat watching the floor show before me. She then reached over, stood me up and removed every stitch I had on. I took her in my arms and we collapsed on the bed, rolling in ecstasy with this voluptuously sensuous woman. I stroked her massive bosom covered with the smooth silk of the teddy. With just a few moments of manipulations, the top came down and I was in tit-heaven, suckling those red-nipple topped beauties, as Helen moaned in agreement. "Suck me, suck me, nibble on my nipples, you make me cum in my pussy while you attack my tits."
And with that I unsnapped the crotch of the teddy, slipping my hands into her needy and waiting tunnel of love, the heaven on earth for this horny guy. I reached over into that nightstand, and grabbed the largest hunk of rubber I found, a twelve-inch long and very thick pleasure tool. As Helen lay on her back moaning in joy, I shoved the length of that dildo into that sopping wide hole. "OHHHHH, fuck me with that stick!" she exclaimed. "Ram that fucker into me boy, till I feel it filling my womb!" In and out I dragged that huge fake manhandle, as Helen grunted and groaned till she went rigid and screamed for the sky, "AAAAAHHHHHH, YYYYYYEEEESSSSS," and in a minute or so while her orgasm had subsided, her pleasure simply mellowed into further lust.
