I finally managed to have "the talk" with young Matthew. He is twenty-one now but it was my responsibility -- I am the cougar who is so eager to teach him how to give pleasure like a real man. I crave his screwing but I need to be in control, to act like the older woman. We reached an understanding. I am sure its for the best. I am not saying that I am ready to give him up. In fact, quite the opposite. Just the thought of his young, muscled body makes me wet. And exploring anal sex with my gorgeous has only made me cherish him more.
I know its strange that I didn't really feel that way with Brady. Is that just because I am a little older now? Because I feel the need to cling to a sweet, young lover? But how can it be wrong to experience heaven every time Matthew is in my bed?
I feel emotion for Matthew but I know I have to do what is right for him. As I told him, its even more important now that he finds himself a nice girl his own age. A young man should find love and a young woman who will adore him.
He was reluctant to agree. But he finally admitted that there is a young woman who is a real prospect. He is certain she is keen on him and Matthew confessed that she has been in his thoughts, too.
I assured him that he must pursue this young woman. I told him that she is more important than any loyalty to me. I did stop short of pointing out that I am screwing other men - or looking for opportunities. I know I will regret it, but I made him promise that he would not give up his next chance to see her or to go on a date with her.
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My more immediate problem was that I was super horny. Having Aaron ejaculate in my loungeroom only made me hungrier for Matthew. And after such fabulous sex with Matthew, of course, I was ready to have more fun with Aaron and his big dick.
If I am honest, there is something very arousing about the idea of two-timing my boys. I am not really cheating. And I always accept that they will be screwing with their girlfriends or any other young woman who comes along. But I cannot help getting excited by the naughtiness, the thought that I can have more than one young lover at the same time. They are all so different and having fun with one makes me hungry for the other. I am a wicked and depraved woman.
My only question was what to do. Clayton would surely be agreeable to a booty call. He has himself a lovely girlfriend but I know he still lusts after me. The girlfriend is young and nubile but I will let him go further in bed. Clayton would no doubt want to use a vibrator and do all the things he enjoys most. Well, that would not be so bad. And I was serious about wanting to touch and suck a hard penis and be screwed with passion.
In the end, I chose to spend time on-line. I am hunting for a nice young man with a large penis. At least eight inches and thick. I seriously want to experience that. I've found a few wannabes -- either they lie about their age or disappear when I ask them to prove how big they are.
There is one good prospect but I still have some doubts. He wasn't on-line that evening. So I retreated to my bedroom and played with my toys until I was finally sated. At least I could think about one new and exciting penis.
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I had been very excited about Aaron, waiting restlessly for his next visit. For some reason, I was more excited than normal about the age difference with Aaron. Maybe it was because of his initial cockiness and the fun of putting him in his place. But I couldn't stop thinking about his tall, lean body, his man-bun and that throbbing penis.
It was another quick visit, on his way home from work. That seems the best arrangement. It keeps him keen and we don't need to worry about his girlfriend. I am sure that Aaron thinks he has the upper hand -- getting easy sex from a desperate, older woman. But that is because he has no idea what I am holding back. First, he has to prove he is a good boy. That he is worth it.
I was wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts and my robe. Thanks to my nerves -- or my lust -- I was in my usual giddy state. Heart racing and nipples hard.
I felt something else, too. Great sex with one boy makes me horny but it also gives me the confidence to pursue more. I think its different from lust -- its powerful for a woman to know that she can get what she wants. And taking a young penis in my rear end certainly makes me feel liberated and powerful. I was ready to take charge with Aaron.
We shared a nice hug and a kiss as soon as my front door was closed. I noticed how he pulled me close, wanting to feel my C-cup boobs pressing against him. It was even better when Aaron decided to run his hands down my back and grab my bottom.
"I work out," I told him with a grin. "It keeps men happy."
"You really have a great body," he said, trying to sound charming.
I led my young, blonde man to the lounge. Happily, my robe had opened just enough to reveal my cleavage. Aaron could not help looking. I was happy for him to stare since he would miss the obvious signs of my lust.
"You like them? Did you realise that I had them done?"
"Ummm... no. But they are amazing."
Well, compared to his girlfriend that's certainly true. I might even guess that mine are the best he's ever had in his young life.
"Hmmm... yes, they are," I grinned at him. "I like you looking at them."
I saw him gulp - was that a response to being caught out or was he feeling an urgent need to touch me? I was almost panting myself by then. But I knew how to tease him and make him crazy. Looking straight at Aaron, I slipped one hand inside my robe. Actually, I like touching my boobs. And my pink nipples were already hard. I stroked one boob slowly, letting Aaron see my hand moving inside my robe. He looked like he might faint. And I heard his soft moan.
The other thing that makes me feel powerful is exposing my gym-toned body to a young man. That's what I did now, my boobs at least -- pulling my robe open to display my C-cup breasts for my eager young man. I was breathing hard, my chest heaving. But my lovely boobs sat proud and firm for him. I cupped and squeezed them, thinking of how hard it would make his penis.
"You can kiss them," I said, only too happy for him to touch me.
Quick as a flash, he leaned over and started planting lovely, soft kisses all over my bare boobs. That was good -- already he is learning.
'Kiss my nipples," I breathed to him and his lips on my hard nubs sent little electric shocks through my body.
"Lick them," I ordered him. "No... flick your tongue... yessss... ohhh..." I groaned as he got it right.
I put my hand on the back of his head, cradling him. My fingers were spread around his blonde man-bun.
"Suck," I told him and pulled him in, filling his mouth with my flesh.
I felt slutty. It was wonderful, especially having power over a horny young man. But I had my usual trouble -- eager for a boy to screw me and almost too aroused to maintain my self-control. I reached for his crotch as he continued to suckle on me. There was a very large, and pleasingly hard, lump. Oh my, I wanted that so badly.
"Take it out," I gasped to my newest suitor.
His zip was down in a second and he wriggled his jeans lower. That wonderful big penis sprung into view. Oh yes, he was fully hard for me. Seven inches, the big mushroom-shaped head looking delectable and some gorgeous ridges and veins along the shaft. Without asking, I wrapped my hand around him. What a delight -- my fingers could barely fit around. He was warm and throbbing and I could hardly stop myself from taking it in my mouth.
"Good boy," I murmured. "A lovely big dick for me."
Every erect, young prick is a thing of wonder. I started to stroke his hard shaft. The look of amazement on his face was priceless. I doubt even his girlfriend is so eager to grab his dick. Not that I was looking at his face too much, being more focused on his throbbing manhood.
"Does your girlfriend love you sticking that big thing in her?"
"I guess..."
"You want to screw me, don't you?"
I tugged on his rampant penis, signalling he should follow me to the bedroom. Why wait any longer? My vag throbbed with anticipation. Feeling confident, I dropped my robe to reveal more of my body. Then I removed my shorts, bending in front of him to show-off my toned bottom. I still remember how awkward and nervous I used to feel when undressing in front of a young man. But not this day -- I was in heat and determined to get what I wanted. I actually wondered if he might smell my wetness.
He followed my lead and undressed, slipping into bed next to me. I enjoyed his young body -- not quite manly but more like a young student, just as I crave. When he grabbed my boobs, I soon pushed his mouth down there. Aaron followed my lead and, still trying to show me how worldly he is, he soon grabbed at my bottom. My body was full of hot lust and the electric sensations of his touch.
"You do like to lick girls?" I mumbled. "Hmmm? Remember what I said about being a good boy. Licking my pussy?"
Young Aaron took the hint. I was pleased since he'd never have had any girlfriend asking him so directly. I was almost trembling as he put his long, youthful body into position. I parted my thighs for him, too horny to be shy about such a wanton display.
"Start slow," I told him. "Long licks..."
I was so wet for him. Of course he could taste me. And, actually, he was not too bad for starters. He made me groan as his tongue ran between my smooth labia.
"Longer, longer..." I moaned. "Like a dog..."
This time he got it right - all the way from bottom to top - and I arched my back for him. I was not going to be able to wait much longer. I ran my fingers through his blonde hair and guided him deeper into my cleft.
"Lick me good... make me ready for that dick..."
Truly, Aaron will need some more teaching before I consider him to be a good pussy licker. But I was almost beside myself as an inexperienced young man lay between my legs and lapped at my sex. He was tamed, no longer cocky, because he was hoping for a screw. The thought of him inside me sent me into a kind of frenzy. When he tried to force his tongue into my opening, I groaned even louder.
"Good boy," I moaned aloud as I tried to roll him over.
