In this chapter, seventy eight year old
Virginia Wechsler
starts a week-long encounter with an eighteen year old stud with incredible talents to please a woman, who is blessed with a tireless, twelve inch cock.
After the call disconnected I sat in a daze. My body was on fire. I just hung up from a call with an eighteen year old boy I had met less than twenty four hours before. I could not believe that I ended the conversation telling him I wanted to suck his huge cock and that I couldn't wait to fuck him.
I had been sexually dormant for years. For years while my husband traveled on business I had an endless stream of young lovers that were young associates who worked for him.
I had met these eager-to-please associates at various parties my husband hosted. Every weekend when my husband would travel found me in bed with one, two and even three of his young associates.
Yesterday all those feelings of lust that had built-up inside of me were released by, Taylor, the strikingly-handsome and an extraordinarily skilled eighteen year old.
I met him for a meeting at the same country club both my husband and I and his parents were members of. I agreed to help him organize a Gala for the funding of technology for inner-city youths.
His father is a business associate of my husbands. I have done a lot of charitable work; largely for Jewish organizations, and was happy to help for this wonderful cause.
Taylor was every bit charismatic, with an incredible business sense and an extreme confidence beyond his years. He was also model-like gorgeous which only enhanced his business skills.
During our luncheon it was hard to concentrate on the topic of the Gala because of how good-looking he was. He was also very charming and continually showered me with compliments about how attractive I was, and even went so far as to say I was sexy and had an amazing body. The way he said it as he looked me over had my body tingling with excitement.
That day I was dressed stylishly. A sheer white blouse. A cream-colored strapless bra, Thigh high stockings, attached to a satin garter belt. A pair of lace, satin panties and a pair of black high heel pumps.
It wasn't my intention to dress to get his attention, as this is how I always presented myself but, I had to admit, by the way his eyes scanned my body and how handsome he was, I was absolutely glad that I did dress the way I had.
We ended the meeting by walking to his car with his arm around me. He had offered me a ride back to New York City where I was meeting my husband and his parents for dinner and drinks at our Penthouse and I accepted.
In his car the accomplished eighteen year old expertly unlocked every one of my sexually dormant years by working my body up over and over until I came numerous times.
It started with us kissing in a very lingering-way for almost half an hour. Kissing, as he ran his skilled hands over my crossed, stocking covered legs. His touch alone had me breathing deep and had my 34E breasts heaving in my sheer bra.
Kissing my neck he continued to tell me how sexy I was. His compliments and unhurried approach to turning me on melted-away years of me being inactive sexually.
This eventually led to his playing with my inch-long nipples to having his fingers deep inside me. His compliments about my body as he kissed my neck while he fingered me had me going from one orgasm to the next.
We were in his car for almost three hours and in that time he worked me unhurriedly, with masterful skills that were decades beyond his teenage years.
Although all of his attention was focused on turning me on and pleasuring me through unbelievable volcanic-like orgasms, I discovered that he had a gigantic penis. It was a cock of incredible length and girth.
With my ninety two year old husband in Israel with his father on business, the stage was set for the two of us to fuck all week!
After ten minutes of replaying yesterday's events in my head and thinking that I would be fucking this gorgeous eighteen year old all week, I composed myself and went to the gym in our luxury apartment building.
During my exercises my mind was all on, Taylor. All I could think about was what he said; that he wanted me all week; wanted to
fuck
me all week.
My body was on fire as I thought about being intimate with him. Kissing him. Fucking him. And pleasing his mammoth cock with my hands and mouth. The images and thoughts consumed me as I worked-out.
As I moved from machine to machine I noticed men; young men smiling at me. It was something I haven't observed in such a long time.
'God. I've forgotten what it's like to have male attention to my body.'
From time to time I would look at myself in the mirrors that were mounted on the walls. I began to appreciate my figure which I hadn't done in a very long time. I began to think about all the men, young and old, through the years that had worshiped my five foot ten inch 34G-23-33 body.
'I have to admit I do have an amazing figure," I thought to myself positively.
I came to the gym dressed in black leggings, a sports bra and a white tank-top. When I looked in the mirror I noticed that my white panties could be seen through the thin material of the leggings. I didn't realize how sheer the material was. When I looked up a young man who looked to be in his twenties shot me an admiring smile.
As I walked on the tread-mill I looked over and saw a young man smile at me. I smiled back. When I got off the machine he walked over to me and started talking. His name was, Chance. He was an actor and was living in the building at his parents apartment while they were in Europe, vacationing for the summer. He was in his early twenties and very handsome.
He said that he had seen me here a lot and always thought I looked incredible. He even asked if I was a model. I thanked him for the compliment and did say that I was, but in a past life.
He asked me out to lunch, but I politely told him that I had plans. What it showed me was that I had missed all the environmental cues, because of it being so long since I had male attention. Now, knowing that, Taylor wanted me opened my eyes to my surroundings.
When I came back to the penthouse I took a long, hot bath. My body was aching and I found myself playing with my big nipples and masturbating twice as I thought of, Taylor and how we were going to be together for the week while my husband was away on business.
I thought about him being so self-assured and that he wanted me. I thought about his massive size and what it was going to feel like inside me. I imagined how I would suck it and worship its enormity with my mouth and hands. I was crazy with lust and couldn't stop touching myself. As my nipples ached I began pinching them softly.
"Taylor," I groaned as I joyfully came.
After my bath I went about selecting what I would wear. My outfit for dinner was purposely designed to keep, Taylors eyes on me. It was also intended for our first night of fucking.
I selected a mid-length black dress that clung to my body. Although it was black, the material was very sheer and would show what I was wearing underneath.
I went to my lingerie draw and chose a black styled bra corset. It was something I hadn't worn in years. It was a short corset that went high on my waist and had an open-cut bra.
Attached to the short corset were two long garter straps. Because they were attached to the high-waisted corset instead of a traditional garter belt and with me being tall the straps were almost two feet in length. This made for a sinful look.
After attaching the garters to my sheer stockings I stepped into my pumps then walked in front of my floor-length mirror. I had to admit that not only did I look sexy, but I felt sexy.
The open cup bra presented my full 34E breasts and my huge nipples perfectly. Looking at myself admiringly I reflected on how both young lovers went absolutely crazy when they saw me in this outfit.
I remember wearing this outfit one weekend when my husband was away on business. I arranged for two of his young interns to come over. I met them at a party my husband gave at our home.
It was an annual party he always gave to welcome new interns and new sales-associates into his company. Both boys were in an intern program at the Ivy League University in the city. They were both charismatic and were full of compliments about me being very attractive. It was easy to get their numbers, as I had access to my husbands company directory.
With a very sly grin I recalled the night my husband was out of town on business and the two young interns came over. I remembered how they both went crazy when I greeted them at the door in this very-same out. I remember the bulges in the pants of the young interns when I greeted them at my door.
Touching my big nipples I began to reminisce how they each stood on one side of me, hefting my huge breasts while hungrily sucking on my aching nipples for over an hour as I stood with my head thrown back, cumming over and over as I stroked both their steel-hard cocks.
