Its been quite a while since I last wrote. A lot has happened and I will try to tell you the best bits. I have been doing a lot of thinking, however, due to unexpected events in my life. Maybe I am ready to move into a new phase. Does that mean less screwing? Maybe it just will result in me stopping my reporting of my adventures. Because I have not suddenly become less horny or needy.
I love the freedom of being a single woman in her early fifties who can lure young men to my bed. Much younger men -- younger even than my daughter. Still youthful enough to listen to my every want and instruction. With their hard, quivering dicks that throb in my hand and my pussy. So ripe that they threaten to explode. Oh yes, but sometimes even my sweetest young man cannot give me what I crave the most.
Which is why I had been spending time on-line -- looking for a man with a truly nine-inch penis. My friend Kerry has had such a pleasure and I've been thinking of it more and more.
I had that sort of experience once -- with a young man I seduced on the train to work. The kind of young man who really had to struggle to fit inside my vag. Then, recently, I took Adam to my bed. Oh my, he has a wonderful manhood and I did enjoy him very much. He was not my type but I ignored that for the thrill of his big dick inside me.
Honestly, I'd felt rather wanton, almost like a cheating spouse, as I urged Adam to fuck me with his massive penis. Just perfect to really fill me and make my vag spasm around his thrusting shaft. And to take him in my mouth, his girth almost too big to handle as he shot his load for me. Perhaps I felt even more lascivious since it became like a one-night stand. I've not fucked him again and there are so many reasons that have nothing to do with sex or lust.
I am sure that somewhere I could find a nineteen-year old boy with a ten-inch penis That would be pure heaven I imagine. Yes, it would be quite crazy and disgraceful behaviour. But I simply do not have time to search or to wait for such an angel to appear. Not wanting to miss out, however, I revised my usual criteria and went searching again.
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Massimo is not my type, either - except for his endowment. He is thirty-four years old. Not like the young men I have come to enjoy, inexperienced and grateful for sex. It felt strange that, for once, I might have to convince him rather than concentrating on careful seduction. Not that it is a bad thing to have an occasional lover who's had some practice. He is not a businessman but he does travel for work which seemed like the perfect way to justify so many compromises on my part. My other friend, Jill, seems to have had great success with that sort of man. And I know he is lying when he says he is single but you already know that I have no qualms about cheating sex.
All of that was a way of justifying my decision. Which was all about his dick. Massimo was not lying about that -- well over nine inches and thick to go with it. Oh, in my mind I certainly compared him to the train boy and to Adam and quickly made my decision.
I knew enough about Massimo to realise that his attitude is not what I like in men. But I'm certain that I'll never have as good a chance as him. He boasted that his last two girlfriends told him it hurt to be screwed by that mouth-watering specimen.
Just arriving at his hotel room filled me with nerves. Not like when I invite a young man to my bed for the first time. I felt out of place. Yes, its the classic location for a one-night stand or adulterous sex. I've never done that, however. And this time I was not in control. But I had made my choice and I was determined.
He was still in his work clothes. My mouth was dry and my pulse racing as he began to undress and headed for the shower. I was grateful that he was at least that thoughtful. And I did think of peeking on him in the shower, watching the water running over his body. He is a little taller than average and his body is a good size for his dick -- kind of a dad bod but nice, broad shoulders and lovely hands that must enjoy touching his shaft. While I waited, I kicked off my shoes and opened some buttons on my dress. The throbbing in my vag was proof enough of my intentions. But I felt I ought to make sure that there was no misunderstanding.
Its very possible that I let out a tiny moan when he emerged. Massimo was naked except for a fluffy, white towel around his lower body. I have seen many naked men now. Mostly younger and often in better shape that Massimo. I liked the light covering of dark hair over his olive skin. His shoulders looked nice. But, really, I was more interested in the bulge under the towel where his dick was already starting to grow with anticipation.
Maybe it was the waiting that made my nerves disappear. Or perhaps my mind was just not working properly. I always have a plan with my young lovers that I follow carefully -- the better to lure them in completely. But everything was different with Massimo and his huge penis. I found myself moving across the room to him. His strong arms surround me and draw me to him, so warm after the shower. Someone has taught him how to be a good lover -- maybe his wife. He bent down to kiss me and I drew in my breath. It was not bad at all. Not like my fumbling, nervous young men. Lucky me.
I felt no nerves but I knew that my nipples were like tiny pebbles. And my vag was already soaking as I let my hand wander down his body. I had to have his bulge in my fingers. I really had to. Again, I was somehow not in control of my body as I caressed that mighty manhood.
"Hmmmm... you're keen," he murmured.
I knew what he meant. That I was a slut who would do almost anything to have that thing inside her. He was not wrong. For once I could be reckless -- not having to worry about scaring away a young man. And maybe I was still a little concerned that he would change his mind about an older woman. I think I was breathing as I sank to my knees, trailing my lips down his soft torso. Thrilling as he pulled his towel away. In awe as that thing of wonder bobbed right in front of my face. I should have smiled up at him but I could not take my eyes off that amazing equipment.
"I want this," I told him.
"You're gonna get it, sexy woman."
I remember exactly the tone of his voice. No man had ever spoken to me like that, not even Clive who was my first truly dominant experience. He was not just confident but conceited -- he knew why I was there and he knew I could not resist. I have no idea what he thought of an older woman craving him so badly. But l was happy to act like a slut, licking and kissing down that shaft. Nine inches and then some, thick to match and captivating. I'd waited so long. And I made sure to give some special attention to his hairy balls -- eager to show I was worth it.
"It's the best you've ever had."
"Oh, yes..." I breathed as I licked and kissed down his length again.
"In your mouth," he ordered me.
There was no need to be surprised. I'd told him from the start what I wanted -- to experience that massive penis. I admit it was thrilling to have a man being so direct and so controlling. I felt so shameless. And so vulnerable since really he could do whatever he wanted with me. It was easy, though, do what he wanted. I just had to follow my own lust.
Let me say, I know that his is the biggest dick I've ever had. None of my boys can match Massimo -- as if that proves he is a real man. His circumcised head is almost normal size so it looks smaller. But as soon as I tried to slide my lips over his shaft I knew I'd need to stretch wider than ever.
"That's it. Suck it, sexy lady."
Its not easy to suck something so big. But I was elated to have the chance. I'd expected that he would throb and twitch more powerfully than other men. I had no time for disappointment, though. I needed to focus on taking as much as I could.
"That's it," he repeated. "Take it."
