The Age of It
Mary Hooper thought herself very daring. Now forty seven years old. No longer with kids at home. She and husband Trevor were sunning themselves on a naturist beach somewhere along the French coast. Mary and Trevor had the money and the time to take extended holidays. Their two sons were running the successful waste recovery business the couple had started twenty year before.
Mary felt very daring, she lay naked sipping her cocktail and watching all the young things frolic on the sand. This was quite something to be among so many naked people. Conservative in their outlook, Mary and Trevor had never seen so many men's cocks and women's cunts in all the years they had been married.
Daring she may have thought herself. That was until the football rolled in her direction. A small group of teenage boys and girls were kicking a ball around. The boys trying to impress the girls and the girls trying not to seem too foolish by their friends. A miss kick and the ball shot off in Mary's direction. A bounce and it came to a stop near her feet. She sat up on seeing one of the boys heading in her direction. Mary now conscious of her nakedness tried to close her legs.
He came closer. Her eyes were on his swinging cock. Bigger than Trevor's, bigger even than her first boyfriend. She smiles as he came closer still. He stopped. "Sorry none of us are very good." She could tell he spoke English with a west country accent.
"No problem," said Trevor. The boy turned his head away from Mary and smiled at her husband.
The boy picked up the ball. His eyes back on Mary as he rose up. "Hi," he said, "Sorry we disturbed you."
"Quite alright, no harm done."
"You speak English?"
"Yes, Lancashire."
"Suffolk," he replied.,"Where about's in Lancashire. I am at Lancaster University, second year just finished."
"We"re Chorley, so not too far."
"Good to meet you. Better get back to the game."
Mary smiled as the boy glanced down at her cunt.
On the second day at the beach Mary joined the football game despite Trevor giving her a black look. He watched and was not pleased with the amount of physical contact. He was in a fowl mood when they got back to the hotel. He hardly spoke over dinner and wouldn't have a drink in the bar.
Back in the room he slammed the bathroom door. Mary waited until he finished. "Come on out with it?"
"You and that young man. You were flirting with him all the time. Then you played football naked and let him touch you up."
"First I was not flirting with him, I was being friendly and second football is a game where you are allowed to tackle your opponent. Thirdly it was a naturist beach where people take their clothes off and get naked."
"You wanted him to have sex with you didn't you?"
"Don't be absurd."
"What's absurd is a forty seven year old woman chasing a nineteen year old."
"I was not and you know it."
"Your just a sad old bag."
"Fuck you," she all but screamed and left.
Mary was unsure of where she was going and walked. She was on the sand and after how long she didn't know. As if some strange force was with her she stripped off her cocktail dress. She took off her knickers and hold up bra and flung them away. With her dress over her arm she walked on.
He was there. Mary hugged him and cried on his shoulder. "Just had an argument with my husband," she sobbed.
"About what happened today?"
"Yes, he said I was flirting with you and I was a sad old bag."
"You're not and he should appreciate you more. I wish my mum looked like you." He bent and kissed her on the lips.
"You want to stay with me?" He asked. Phil hugged her close.
"Yes please."
"I have to be honest with you," he said looking her in the eyes, "We won't be making love."
"We won't," she said, disappointment in her voice.
"No, it's going to be raw sex. I'll use you and abuse you but I won't care if your enjoying yourself or not."
"Okay as long as you don't hurt me."
"You will be hurt but not physically. You still want to stay with me?" "Yes please."
He stood and held out his hand. Mary picked up the dress she'd dropped and held his hand. She could see in the faint light his cock was much bigger now. She didn't know if she was frightened or thrilled. She would find out over the next three hours.
"You like to suck cock? " He asked as he knelt and unzipped the tent flap?"
"Never done it. I tried once with my first boyfriend but never got far."
"Your lucky night Mary cos you are going to suck me off and swallow my cum."
"I am?"
"You most certainly are my dear."
Phil crawled in and lay on his sleeping bag. He pulled Mary towards him and then directed her face to his cock. She picked up his very thick and long cock from his belly. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and dropped over his purple head. She swallowed hard realising how far she had to open her mouth to get him in.
"That's it girl, now use your tongue. Yes, yes lick my bell end and now under the rim."
Mary wanted to touch herself, she needed to touch herself. She wondered if he would notice or care if she fingered herself. Slowly her free hand moved down between her legs. She felt the wetness, wetness she hadn't felt in many a year. There it was the almost forgotten bud of pleasure. It needed her now. She rubbed herself as she had done so many times when Trevor had turned away. Now she licked and sucked her first cock while fingering her pussy.
"Oh Fuck Mary You are so fucking good. Yes, yes get ready for Phil's cream." Mary knew enough to suck as he came. She wasn't prepared for the force of his ejaculation. A blast hit her throat and she fought to stop herself from being sick. More and more and she swallowed. As she did her hand pressed her cunt lips. Her mouth filled with cum, she shivered. An orgasm like no other and the first in a long time.
Phil lay still basking in the after glow of his orgasm. Mary lay with her head on his thigh and his still hard cock in her mouth.
"Now girl time for the main event. Phillip is going to give you the fucking of your life so get up here and spread those legs cos the big boy is going on holiday."
Mary lay, her legs spread. Any other time she would have been ashamed of what she was doing. Tonight she didn't care. Tonight she wanted to be dirty. She was going to go back and tell Trevor she had done some things he would never have liked her to do.
"Fuck the old girl if you want," she said as he moved between her legs. Mary felt his cock touch her lips and she shivered. She had three kids but still worried she'd be too tight for that monster.
Phil pressed himself forward. "Your wet, you feel really wet. Oh my, Mary this is turning you on big time." Phil moved his cock further in. Adjusting his hip until he was all the way in. His pubic hair now pressed onto her shaven mound. "Fuck me Mary there aren't many can take this big boy. You could be a keeper." Mary smiled to herself.
Phil didn't go slow. He was full on hard fucking from the off. What little tit May had was bouncing on her chest. She didn't notice as all her world was now between her legs as his thick cock ploughed into her. She was buzzing and it wasn't long before she experienced her first ever penetrative orgasm. Phil hardly noticed her body shake and she holding her breath. Mary lay limp as he took her. Faster and faster he went. His grunts grew louder and louder. Phil noticed her shakes the second time.
"You cumming?" He asked. She didn't speak for a moment or two.
"Yes, you made me."
"Fucking hell you are a wonder Mary. First time I've done that to any girl."
That was the tipping point and Phil gave one long hard thrust. "Hope you're on the pill girl cos this will put you in the family way," he joked but she saw the irony in it. A very old mother, to good to be true. Now she was getting a fanny full of man seed and her fourth orgasm of the night.
Mary was spent and lay, her arm by her side and her legs spread. Phil rolled off and lay on his back. "You can get dressed now. Go back to your hotel and make love to your husband. You will be back here at ten tomorrow night, don't be late.
Mary walked slowly back towards her hotel. She could feel wetness on her legs. Cum leaking from her virgina. She was feeling the cold of the night air. Mary shivered. She heard voices ahead and hid in the sand dunes.
It sounded like the girls who were with Phil earlier in the day. Mary listened carefully.
"He's after that old bag we had playing football."
"How old do you think she was?"
"Not as old as my mum and she's forty one."
"Why he chased after her when he could have me any time of day and twice at weekends."
The voices faded and Mary walked on. She kept to the shadows until she got to the hotel and then walked quickly to the lift. She was in the darkened room. A glow from the bedside clock showed her Trevor was on his side facing away from her. She quickly undressed and slid in naked beside him. Her hand found his cock and she stroked him.
"What you doing?"
