I felt the first hot spray of Anthony's scorching jet of cum splash my face, coating it, trickling down in great, goopy rivers to my neck and saggy old tits, which, along with the sight and sound of my tired old husband laboring to free his face from the prison of my hairy pussy and powerful old thighs, triggered the biggest orgasm of my life.
Not your usual vacation to say the least.
My name is Tina, short for Martina, and I'm 63-years-old, which may sound old to those much younger, but trust me, I look, act and feel anything but old. I'm in great shape, with a long, willowy body, exceptional legs, I must say, and though having the usual saggy parts and wrinkles of a mature woman, it is a body that turns the head of most men, whatever their age.
And especially, I'm happy to report, those much, much younger. Such as 20-year-old Anthony, whose gorgeous black cock has just given me the tasty gift of his youthful seed.
My husband, Bill, and I were vacationing on a small island in the Caribbean, at a five-star resort where they wait on you hand and food. We are used to such treatment: Bill is the CEO of a huge company, and as such can afford such luxury. One thing he cannot afford, or rather his 70-year-old, fat, white, exercise-impaired body cannot afford, is to provide me the sexual luxury I seek. So I turn elsewhere, to the young men who fancy me. Bill is used to it by now, begrudgingly so, never bothering me about my sexual dalliances. But until now, neither had he been part of any.
We'd eaten at the resort restaurant, and drank as well. We were both feeling rather tipsy when we left, walking the moon-lit beach where I supposed Bill would try, in vain, to sexually satisfy me. I'll give him credit, he did try from time to time, the resulting efforts anything but satisfactory.
This night, I wore a short, flowery shift, rising high on my nut-brown thighs, cut low on the neck, revealing a sexy patchwork of wrinkled cleavage and neck that puckered down to my rather large, fairly firm tits. Bill, who hates the sun, was as white as the moon above. I sat in a lounge chair, letting the warm breeze blow over my thighs and chest, embracing the sensation and wanting so much more.
It wouldn't come from Bill, who knelt by me, graciously kissing me, fondling my tits, running a hand up my tanned, freckled old legs to play with my hairy pussy through the tiny white thong I wore. I sighed as I reciprocated by handling his package, where sadly, nothing was happening.
"Dammit," Bill groaned. "I took a Viagra, too...maybe we just need time...."
"I haven't got time, Bill, I want it now," I growled, fed up with his feeble attempts to occasionally please me and always failing, especially in recent years when my sexual appetite ramped up as his waned. "You know what you can do, so do it."
He blinked at me in the moon light, then looked around the vacant beach.
"Right here? Right here on the beach in front of..well, whoever could walk by?"
"Who the fuck is going to walk by, Bill," I responded impatiently, pushing his head down between my spread thighs and pulling off my thong, my silver-tinged pussy hairy and wet. "And that adds to the allure of it all. Just do it, for Chrissakes!"
Moments later, despite his protestations, he was lapping away, somewhat fruitfully, at my hairy pussy, focusing on my engorged clit, and my thighs closed in a meaty clap around his ears. I have very strong legs for a gal my age, though the tanned skin is wrinkled and saggy, particularly the inner thighs, and Bill well knows the force they can exert when he oralizes me, which perhaps owes to his reluctance to do so. But now, laying on a beach, taking part in something so naughty and forbidden, hastened and heightened my pending orgasm and as usual, I pulled Bill's moaning face deeper inside my cunt with my hands as I locked my feet behind him, scissoring him tightly, my saggy thighs gone tight and strong in their embrace.
"Almost there...almost there..." I grunted, humping into his face, pulling down my top to let my tits flop free, the milky white skin of them offset by deep tan above, bathed whiter still in the moon's creamy glow.
"Tina...please..." he said in a muffled moan, hands pawing the thighs bowed painfully around his head, holding him tight, rendering him practically breathless as his nose and mouth were imprisoned in my hot, wet pussy.
"Shut up, dammit!" I snapped, pulsating my thighs harder, squeezing, making him moan louder.
It was then, as my head lolled from side to side, I saw him standing there, wide-eyed, the front of his tight uniform slacks bulging, a snake rippling down one leg. Anthony had just gotten out of work, and was walking the beach, ever the dutiful employee, cleaning up any trash missed by day staffers. I'd taken a fancy to him the moment we arrived, a beautiful, dark-black skinned boy, muscular and smooth, a beaming smile and always-eager countenance. I looked into his eyes and smiled. His shocked look softened and he smiled back. Especially when I curled a finger at him to come closer. He did so eagerly, but slowly, looking at me and also the moaning fat husband whose head lay compressed in my clutching thighs.
