Maria and Her Boys Ch. 35

I did not deliberately shift my focus to older men. And neither Rod nor I want more than casual fun. But I just had to go back for more. Since he lives far from me, I've needed patience in between our "dates". Its worth the wait, I assure you. Rod has the most amazing stamina. Or maybe its patience. He seems to be able to focus on pleasuring me before he finally surrenders to his own release.

The other night he gave me the most wonderful screwing. He rolled me on my side, him kneeling behind me before penetrating me again. I was more than content for this gentle man to take the lead. I lay in front of him with my pale, trim little body. My knees were near my chest. It was such a sexy feeling to show off my bottom for him -- since I know he likes it so much. I couldn't see his hard dick but my vag had a little spirt of wetness as he began to pierce me.

"Yes... oh, Rod..." I moaned at the unusual sensations.

His thrusting was slow and gentle and it was luxurious to feel his soft hands on my boobs, rubbing my back and fondling my pert bottom. Luckily he did not make me wait too long before he started to thrust more forcefully. And I did not wait long before exploding for him.

What I didn't know was that he was about to give me the longest screw of my life. When he slowed, I thought he must be close. I started squeezing my pussy around his shaft as he moved ever so slowly. I was caught by surprise when he started to screw me harder again. Rod must have been waiting for me to recover. Now he was ramming hard and my boobs were bouncing as he grabbed and squeezed them. It was such a turn-on to have him enjoying my body so much. And the second series of climaxes were as good as the first.

After that, I didn't think I had another round in me. But Rod stayed in my soaking vag for ages. He was barely moving. I will say I was impressed he could stay so hard for so long. I almost wondered if he was not going to orgasm. But the feeling of his big hard dick filling my vag soon had me ready to go again. Somehow Rod knew and started his thrusting again. I was surprised but so aroused, thinking this time he would explode in me. And I was cumming hard again.

"Cum for me," I called to him.

"I'm enjoying you too much," he grunted and thrust a little deeper, triggering another climax for me.

"Rod... Rod..." I cried out in surrender.

This time I thought I must be done. But he lifted my leg -- the one on top. He pinned it with his shoulder, opening me wide. Again he was thrusting slowly, giving me the most pleasant sensations. Until his hand found my clit. Luckily he had me more or less pinned me down. The twin thrills of being fucked and having my puffy, hard clit stroked was almost too much for me. I know that he quickened his fucking again and I didn't even have time to worry about him leaving me sore. I'd never cum so many times before. I was screaming with delight.

"Don't cum..." I begged him. "Not yet."

That night we finished our fabulous sex play with me lying on top of him and his hard cock in my mouth. It tasted so good with a thick coating of my own lust. But what I really wanted was the flavour of his dick juice. He grunted with appreciation as he flooded my mouth with a nice load. For me it was a perfect end to our play to swallow every last drop.

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Rod has been a very pleasant surprise. I enjoy having a more adult "date" and the casual sex is incredibly satisfying. Less of a surprise was that I got reacquainted with Richard.

An old friend of my daughter, he was a revenge fuck at a time when I was more estranged from her -- after she took her daddy's side in the separation. Richard is an avid runner and has a lean, hard body. The kind of body I recalled from some of my early sexual explorations. We had a short fling and I enjoyed some wonderful, illicit play.

We have bumped into each other from time-to-time and he always behaves as if we never did anything together. But, a few months ago, one of my daughter's other friends had a baby and I met Richard at the party. That day I definitely was feeling horny -- and rather naughty. It took an effort not to flirt with Richard in front of everyone.

"You remember where I live?" I asked him quietly.

"Yeah. A lovely apartment," he replied, trying to forget the times he'd screwed me in that same apartment.

"Come by one night. Soon."

"Oh... ummm... Maria, you know I have a girlfriend..."

I had no excuse for wanting him. But I could not ignore my needs. It was exciting to tempt Richard and I could not stop myself.

"This is a one-time offer," I told him with a naughty grin. "Last chance."

Many people will tell me how wrong it is to enjoy cheating sex. Especially because my ex-husband left me for a younger woman. I already knew that Richard lives with his girlfriend. I am sure she is a lovely person. And I am not trying to steal Richard. That day, I just wanted his fit, hard body and some hot fucking.

The very next afternoon we had a quickie screw in my loungeroom. We didn't need much foreplay since we had gotten to know each other quite well before. But I can vouch that cheating sex is extra hot. Of course, I've arranged for him to visit me other times since then. Its not often or regular but I do love having his taut muscles next to my small, firm body. And giving him something his girlfriend does not. Because I discovered I like sex to be kind of rough sometimes.

It started innocently when he tripped and fell against me, slamming me into my sideboard. It took me an instant to realise it was an accident. And another instant to realise that my vag had given a squirt of wetness as his strong body pinned me to hard wood. The feeling of his physical power was intoxicating. When he apologised, and moved to lift himself off me, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He was a little shocked when I told him later what I wanted to try.

What was less innocent was asking him stick his dick in my bottom. I know its meant to be dirty and kinky. My curiosity got the better of me only when I was already an "older woman" -- a cougar. To clarify, I should say that Patrick has never been there - I suppose I want to save at least one mystery for my sweet young man. But it had been a long time for me and the urge hit. I felt a nervous thrill asking Richard if he'd ever tried it. At first he thought I was interested only in a single finger. Well, yes, that was lovely. It certainly confirmed what I wanted. Not caring about being a slut, I soon corrected things After all, his dick is perfect since it is long and not too thick.

Richard messaged me early last week -- just a time and a question mark. That is all we needed. Especially as it had been weeks since he last came by. I was working from home again and had time to insert one of my small butt plugs. How can I, a business owner of my age, admit to such a dirty thing? But its never a bad thing to prepare and it was just for a few hours.

Coming through my front door, without warning he shoved me hard into the wall. I'd been waiting for just that. I think I banged the back of my head but my vag throbbed at such animal passion. Patrick is not huge but he is strong -- and tall. It was so easy for him to pin me against the wall and I was melting for him. Hands on my shoulders, he forced his mouth onto mine. I was wet from anticipation but his hot breath caused a little extra pulse of moisture. Though it might have been the feeling of his hard dick pressing into me. When I tried to put my arms around Richard, his strong arms shoved me into the wall again. I gasped with desire for him, thrilled that he would ignore me if I said no.

My nipples were fully hardened as he reached for the buttons on my shirt. He knew I was bra-less and I could feel him almost ripping the fabric.

"Fuck," I whimpered. "I need this."

I was still pinned against the wall as he mauled my heaving boobs. He squeezed them hard and I didn't care that it almost hurt.

"Take me," I said.

I reached for his dick, wanting to feel him through his trousers. But Richard shoved me against the wall once more. My bare boobs shook with the force of it. No man has ever dared treat me this way. But I wasn't scared. There was an insistent throbbing between my thighs.

"Don't wait. Don't wait."

He slammed me against the wall again and grabbed my boobs hard. I remember him pinching my nipples and covering my mouth with his own -- muffling my protest. He thrust his erect manhood against me and the energy of it all was breathtaking.

Before I could say anything more, Richard had a tight grip on my arms and half dragged me to the lounge. I was aware of my bare boobs jiggling as he dragged me to the lounge like a rag doll. It was exciting to feel helpless in the hands of a younger man. Imagining there was no escape. With his height, it was easy for him to press on my shoulders. He forced me down to the floor, on my knees. Words were not needed as I quickly opened his trousers and released that rigid penis. I knew where it was going to go. I was counting on it - Richard is just the right thickness for my bottom.

I lost the power of speech when he first thrust himself between my lips. His cock was accepted into my mouth gratefully. How could I resist a man who lusted for me so badly? And I knew he was mindful of the short time we had, my body tingling with joy as he began to fuck my mouth. When his hands closed around my head, I worked even harder with my tongue along his shaft.'

"Jesus, Maria... you have the best mouth."

He seemed to prove it by thrusting faster and deeper. I remember him from before as a more gentle lover. But now I was letting him choke me with his meaty shaft. That did not stop him. He just fucked my mouth a little faster so that my drool was dripping onto my B-cups. It must be wrong for a woman of my age to let a young man use like that. I was aware of being a total slut -- somehow I could not stop it, not just saying the word "no" but actually wanting it to stop.

It makes sense if a woman wants to be treated roughly that she lets the man take control. That's another thing I've not enjoyed for a long time with my younger guys. When Richard grabbed my throat it was uncomfortable but I just obeyed everything he wanted. Being thrown onto my lounge was a wonderful new experience. He yanked my skirt up, exposing my bottom and both my holes. And I loved that, too. It was exciting to present my toned, pale body to a young man and let his strong hands spread my bum cheeks.

"Please... yes..." I moaned as he began to penetrate me from behind.

It took only two thrusts of his wonderful dick and he was balls deep. And he did not stop there -- he'd obviously counted on a fast and furious screw as his balls brushed against my lips.

"Yes... please... fuck me..." I cried out as he was already starting to ram into me.

Oh my, I've not been screwed so hard since my wonderful Matt with his big muscles. Richard is well over six inches. He was giving me every little bit. I was grunting with each thrust and cumming furiously. I had no control, trapped against my lounge, boobs swinging as he used me.

"Yes... I'm cum... oh... Richard... fuck, don't stop..."

At one point, I could feel him spitting on my tiny entrance. And his fingers spreading his saliva around that vulnerable place. But I was more focused on the way my vag was spasming around his slamming shaft.

"So good... fuck me... you're so good..."

I actually whimpered when he withdrew from my hole. Its true I was desperate and disappointed that he'd stopped screwing me. Plus, I don't mind saying there was a little fear since I knew what was about to happen. I wanted him in there bad but of course I was scared about him being rough. And he made me wait as he smeared some of his spit on that lovely, long shaft. Normally I need a lot more preparation. But Richard was in a hurry.

"Oh... god, Richard..." I gasped as his spongy head began to squeeze into my tight hole.

It was such a dirty and sexy moment. I do so much enjoy that first sensation of my butt being filled. And knowing that a virile young cock is about use my rear passage. I felt so dirty, in a good way, to know that my rear passage was available for a younger guy to use. I tried to move my hips back to be really open for his dick. But that didn't stop the stab of pain when the hardness of his shaft reached my anal opening.

"Aarrghhh..." I gasped quietly.

I could not hide from that first small pain - or my fear. It was going to hurt but I'd asked for this. At least I'd used my plug before he arrived. But a fingering -- even a rimming -- would have made me nice and soft and ready for his manly hard-on.

"Yeeesss..." I groaned as he withdrew and then tried to slide forward again.

He waited a little and then shoved into my bottom again. I had to bite my lip to contain my protest. I didn't want Richard to stop. Already he had some of his shaft in there and I knew the pain would pass soon. I knew that his penis is just the right thickness for me. And when he put some more spit on his shaft, instantly he started to slide into me easier.

"Yesss... please..." I moaned, not knowing why.

I could really feel his bulk inside me. That delicious sensation of stretching and filling. The pain was almost gone now. I reminded myself that I am the only arse that Richard has ever had. A very satisfying thought. And no wonder he feels so hard in there.

"Fuck me, baby... fuck me..."

There's no mirrors in the loungeroom so I could only imagine the sight. A tall, lean man behind me as he pressed his cock into my shapely, toned bottom. His strong hands tight on my hips as he invaded my intimate place. On hands and knees is by far my favourite position for anal. It was a thrill to be so submissive to his urgent screwing.

"Fuck me, Richard. Fuck my arsehole."

"So tight, Maria... hot..." he grunted in reply.

Like I say, his dick is perfect for anal sex. Long and not too thick. And he has been a fast learner. So after a few long strokes he was deep inside me. I could feel all of him. Richard knew I was ready and he started to really screw my bum hole. There was no pain for me any more as he moved in and out, letting me feel every single inch of his young, powerful cock. And it was even hotter for me since his girlfriend has never let him in her butt.

"Richard... Richard..." I cried as that long, slim shaft reamed me.

He knew what I wanted and increased the power of his piston action. I'd asked for rough sex but I was a little afraid as he began to slam me against the lounge. The pain never came, though -- just wonderful, warm sensation spreading through my entire body.

I was super horny that day and being screwed in my bum only made me more aroused. The thought of a powerful, young man pinning me down. The incredible pleasure of that long dick sliding back and forth inside my dirty place. I could feel the spongy head as it teased my tight opening. Then he would drive forward, his cock just the right girth to really satisfy my needs. I could not stop my noises.

"Fuck... yes, fuck me..."

He really was being rough. Not that I cared -- I was on too much of a high. It felt like the best anal fucking I've ever had. Rough slamming against me. My bum taking his weight as he forced his long shaft balls-deep in my bottom. I think I was making some kind of long moaning sound but I'd never thought my bottom could take so much.

I came for him -- yes, I can do that during anal now. This was different, though. Even more primal than usual. Being used by a young man eager to get his rocks off -- excited at my consent for him to use my bottom. I was not in control and the powerful ramming of his hard cock in my arsehole was all I could really focus on. That and the rising tide inside me as my body rose to climax. Yes, I was surprised but thrilled that he was being so primitive with his own pleasure.

"Don't stop... fuck meee...."

Yes, I came with his dick ramming my bottom. There was no shame. I'd been wanting a younger dick in my bum. And it was delightful to feel such raw energy. I admit that it was all too much for me. So I came for Richard, hard, as he pounded my tight hole with his amazing erection. I even lost concentration, my mind fuzzy to the dirty delight of taking him in my butt and the eruption of my climax through my brain.

Richard never slowed his screwing. Maybe he felt the same. Or maybe he was just mindful of the short time we had. But Richard seemed to quickened his pistoning in my backside. I knew what that meant.

"Cum for me," I told him. "Shoot it... in my arsehole..."

And then came the most satisfying moment as I knew Richard was blasting his sticky load deep inside me. Of course, I could not feel it. But I knew from his sounds and the change to his thrusting that he was cumming. Hard and no doubt a full load for me. I could no nothing but stay pinned against the lounge as my young lover enjoyed his reward. Its like a little triumph when a man cums for me. I don't care where he shoots but that day with Richard was only more satisfying when he spurted his load into that dirty place.

"Fuck... Richard..." I panted as he finally withdrew from my butt hole.

We both were out of breath. It was good to know that my body can test even Richard's fitness. The amazing thing was that even after he pulled out I could still feel his cock deep inside my bum. And he gave me a playful spank on one cheek. I didn't react to that, however. I just stayed over the back of the lounge, feeling a little overcome by his wonderful, rough fucking of my butt hole.

That day Richard played his part perfectly. He did not say a word to me as he pulled up his pants and tucked himself away. I was in my reverie, the power of my orgasms still flooding through me. And he left me there, still getting my breath back, as he returned to his unsuspecting girlfriend.

Perhaps I should have felt humiliated. But, instead, I was feeling strong and sexy -- really alive. I knew I was a dirty cougar, a total slut for younger men. Richard had given me a massive load but what was even better was not having to worry about it leaking. It was very satisfying to know that my cheating sex had ended with him blasting so deep inside my bum. I stayed there after he'd gone, enjoying the sensations and the throbbing. Then I spent a good hour in bed pleasuring myself some more with the memories of that fabulous screwing.

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Yes, I still enjoy my younger guys, Even with Rod in the picture. I still very much need my visits from Patrick. And soon, I know, I'll find another boy -- inexperienced but eager.

Patrick visited me last night. I needed it. My bottom did not require attention but I let him give me a good, long pussy licking. Those long puppy licks I desire so much. Sometimes I forget he is only twenty years old. He has become very skilled with his mouth. But I look down at his face, covered in my wetness, and it almost makes me orgasm again.

I know he treasures the opportunities I give him. With my toned, fit body and my big, firm boobs. The shaved pussy that he can access to whenever he wants. I am grateful that he appreciates it all so much and always tries his best for me.

Last night, after a string of lovely orgasms from his mouth, I wanted to 69 with Patrick. My young men take me back to my own youthful explorations, Except that when I was their age I'd never have had the confidence I do now. So I taught Patrick about 69s.

I have enough confidence now, and trust in Patrick, that I like him to be on top. He is so perfect as he licks and fingers my pussy spreading and teasing my lips and my clit. And when things get more heated, I get extra turned-on by the way his hips move and his young dick tries to fuck my mouth.

Last night I really enjoyed his young, soft body on top of mine. Not to mention the thought he is still practically a virgin except for what I've taught him. It was sexy to have the small risk of him being on top and trusting his cock into my mouth. Though I knew he was more concentrating on me as well-behaved boy should. But I was so incredibly wet and cumming almost constantly from his licking and sucking. Of course I wanted to pleasure him in return.

When his tongue finally found my opening, however, I really lost it. I know my hips bucked up to him as he lashed inside my hole with his soft tongue. The only thing muffling my sounds was his hard cock. I came and came so hard. And Patrick stayed right on task, licking and devouring my throbbing vag as I came all over his sweet face.

I grabbed his soft butt with both hands. He was still pumping but now I wanted him to really fill my mouth. I was still cumming as I started moving his faster and deeper, loving having almost his whole dick in my mouth. His balls were resting on my nose but I was using my lips and tongue on his shaft as he pulsed up and down. I didn't feel afraid -- I felt powerful.

At last he could not hold off any longer. He gave me such a flood of warm, sticky semen. Of course I gobbled it all down. It was either that or choke. I am so proud of my ability to swallow a full load from an eager young man. Though I did manage to get a small taste of him that time. I do love the taste of a man and Patrick I find to be especially tasty.

"Wow, you've become such a man," I whispered to him when we were in each others arms.

"I like that you enjoy it so much."

"You're a wonderful lover. Any woman would be glad to have you."

As usual, he recovered quickly. I decided it was my turn to do the work. So I lowered myself onto his lovely, young dick and proceeded to give myself a long, slow fuck. Patrick knew just when to play with my boobs and, when I learned forward, his sucking and biting sent me off on another round of orgasms. I can feel so wicked when I take advantage of my young man like that. Maybe I am just a greedy old woman who needs a well-behaved boy to fuck her. Though he seemed very happy as I came on his lovely cock.

"Cum on my face?"

"Whatever you want," he replied with a wicked grin.

I wanted to give Patrick something special, after all of my wicked screwing that week. And I love when he shares his thick, sticky stuff with me and makes me into a dirty slut. In noes easy move I was on my knees beside the bed.

"Cover me," I urged him as he began to stroke that young, rigid shaft. "Please... all over my face."

Lucky for me, his girlfriend rarely takes care of Patrick. I watched up close as he stroked himself to the inevitable completion. I was still watching closely as his stuff erupted, thick ropes of semen splashing onto my skin and my hair. He gave me a full coating of cum as I smiled and moaned up at him. He really has become a full-grown man thanks to my patient teaching. Every drop on my face felt so fine. It was still dripping down me when I went for a shower.