That was quite a weekend. I cannot remember the last time I had so much sex in a short time. Not since the early days of my marriage, I am certain. I could almost thank my ex-husband -- for being my ex.
Friday night I was felt up at a party. Groped a married guy. The next day I had a young man with a massive dick in my bed. He filled me like I've not felt for so long -- maybe forever? And gave me two big loads of sticky baby-making stuff.
And Matthew came to my bed on the Sunday morning. When I was feeling extra horny and extra needy. That was because of being screwed by the big dick the day before. I know my fling with Matt is coming to an end. He's very happy with Mei. They've not had sex yet but I'm sure it won't be long. There's no escaping that he has less time for me now. It is a natural progression and usually I am happy when my flings turn that way. Matt makes me feel different, though. I can't keep him but maybe it would be satisfying to be a booty call for a boy with a fabulous body and a healthy-sized penis.
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I slept late that Sunday. I wasn't going to prepare myself for Matt. After all, I'd have preferred to wake up with him in my bed and, in that case, he would have seen me in a dishevelled state.
Mei is important to him and I don't begrudge her that. But I was miffed that he'd not slept the night. Though it was rather yummy to be dozing in bed when I heard Matthew enter the apartment. I felt dreamy watching him undressed and slip into bed next to me. His penis was rock hard and standing at full attention. That's what I love about my boys. And it was lovely and warm to have him slide in behind me and wrap me in his arms. Those big, powerful arms cradling and slowly arousing me.
"Oh, Matt... I murmured. "I need you."
Which was true since, as you know, I'd taken a good screwing the day before from Adam and his very large penis. I was even hornier for Matthew and, hence, my frustration at the thought he'd shared with Mei the night before instead of me.
His breath was lovely on my neck. I moaned and eased against him as he ran his strong hands over my body. It was delightful to be half asleep and feel him softly caressing my C-cup boobs. His big arms reaching around me as he moved down. I was moaning softly with delight when his fingertips reached my smooth labia. I slowly parted my legs for him.
"What a lovely way to wake up," I murmured.
He was kissing my neck, spooning with me and making me feel so warm and sexy. I was almost ready to forgive him for not spending the night. I ran one hand over the top of his, to guide him deeper. But, then, Matt swapped and placed his hand on top of mine. Yes, he was horny but now my sweet young man wanted to take charge.
"You do it," he whispered in my ear. "You're so sexy when you touch yourself."
Maybe he wanted to take charge because he'd had to restrain himself with Mei. But honestly, I was not in the mood for Matthew to take the lead. It was better for my young man to do the work.
"Not this time, sweetie," I told him. "I want your tongue."
That actually was true. What better way to be fully roused from sleep? And, luckily, a twenty-one year old boy does not need much convincing. And he wouldn't stop to think about the fact I'd not showered. It was perfect for a Sunday morning.
Matthew was perfect, kissing me ever so gently on the inside of my thighs. It was so tender -- and teasing - that I was already moaning for him. His hot breath on my slit was more than I could stand. Matt says I have long labia and I knew they were swollen and distended for him to admire. Once he started licking them, I was fully awake and totally needy. I threw my legs over his muscled shoulders as I began to moan.
"Oh, please, Matt... please..."
He was slow and gentle. But that didn't stop my climax from welling up from deep within. I lost it when he slid his tongue through my cleft and up to my clit. Suddenly overcome by a fabulous, powerful climax, I had to grab his head and pull his face into my sopping pussy. And Matthew was excelling himself, his thick tonguing making me even more excited and sensitive.
Matthew didn't stop, though. Licking at my opening. Flicking across my clit before sucking it softly. Long licks through my slit, from bottom to top. My back arched and my legs were pressing on his shoulders, urging him to give me more. I was a decadent, older slut who needed to be pleasured by her sweet young man. I really had been needing my Matthew. And I am certain I was screaming my climax at one point -- no doubt the nosey neighbour heard it all.
When he finally stopped, he slid up the bed, trailing kisses over my skin as I lay there, moaning still -- feeling overwhelmed by his wonderful performance. But I could feel his arousal, his beautiful erection brushing against my skin.
"Can I suck you?" I asked him, needlessly.
No man would refuse. Especially not a young man barely twenty-one years old. He was so big and hard. I was even a little surprised at how much I was enjoying him after a much bigger penis the day before. But, of course, I adore Matthew and his equipment. Now fully awake, greedy, I swapped positions, me sliding down the bed and trailing kisses over his powerful chest and his sexy six-pack tummy. I did the same as Matt, starting with soft kisses on his pouch. I was pleased to see that he'd freshly shaved for me and delighted in the hardness of his eggs.
Eager to feel him in my mouth, I kissed the head and licked his foreskin. It was fun to make him twitch. Then I engulfed him, hearing his sigh of pleasure and knowing that I give better head than his young girlfriend. I was still caressing his balls. Oh yes, I planned to empty those. But first I made him nice and wet, taking as much dick as I could as I slobbered on him. This was the day I was going to learn a new technique.
"I want to try deepthroat," I said in a nervous voice. I was looking along his body, looking for his reaction. "I want to learn for you."
