Maria and Her Boys Ch. 29

As an older woman who gets lots of sex -- having taken to my bed a number of young men -- sometimes I think about my life and the amazing pattern of ups and downs I have experienced.

I was happily married for a long time. Or so I told myself. I was attentive to my husband and his needs. I rarely asked for what I wanted in bed but focused on doing the things he enjoyed most. To keep myself attractive for him, I started at the gym. Then I got my boobs fixed.

But he left me for a younger woman. Which was devastating. For a time.

On a crazy urge, I propositioned a much younger man and had the most intense, satisfying sex. He was young enough to be my son -- which was both thrilling and disgusting at the same time. But his youthful body and lack of experience reminded me so much of the boys I let screw me when I as a student. So I kept him as a lover for a little while. It was a risk from start to finish -- I would have been a laughing stock to my friends and my business relationships if it had ever gotten out. Young Ryan was a lovely, sweet young man but he had nowhere as much to lose as I did.

Then that fling ended and I thought I'd go back to being a solo, older woman. In fact, family and friends still assume that is my life. That somehow I've never recovered from my ex leaving me. Only my two closest friends know anything about my sex life and they think I've done nothing more than a few one-night stands with random men.

The truth, of course, is that just when I'd assumed my new sex life was over, another sweet young man came into my life. And into my bed. And I became dedicated to the idea of reliving my own younger days of youthful exploration. Having young men screw me. With their soft bodies and the hard, rampant dicks. Inexperienced but eager -- just like when I was that age. I fell in love once again with the thought of being nineteen and twenty.

These weren't one-night stands. They have been lovely flings where I have taught young men how to pleasure me. And very much enjoyed the variety and the different experiences I have shared with them. Though, naturally, each fling has ended. That has usually left me wondering if it was over, if my new sexual lifestyle had reached the end of the road.

Each time, though, a new young man has appeared. In fact, I've had periods where I was screwing more than one young man in the same week. I am not ashamed of that. Yes, I have had to embrace the truth that I am not only a cougar but also a terrible, wicked slut. None of my boys have ever known about their peers, about my enjoying other young dicks apart from theirs. And I think such naughty secrets have made it even more fulfilling for me.

The fact that these young men are young enough to be my sons is all part of the thrill and the wickedness. But I have so many fond memories of my own younger days, my first explorations of sexual pleasure with clumsy, eager boys.

Back then, it was all about hormones. I suppose it still is, only the older, cougar kind. I am not looking love, only lust -- and lots of it. The simple truth is that for an "older woman" there is nothing to match the feeling and the sight of a young man between her legs. And I am free to explore, to have the thrill of young men with soft bodies and hard dicks, swelling and throbbing, so virile and potent -- making me feel so much like a woman I cannot really describe it.

Besides, the age of my lovers is not the most wicked thing about sex I embrace these days. Even my closest female friends don't know that I love anal sex, that I cum so amazingly hard from a thick young cock stretching my rear passage and shooting its load of cum deep inside. When I was that age, I'd have been far too scared to try. I never would have allowed my husband, even if he had thought to ask. Being older, experienced and in control of what happens has become the most wonderful turn-on.

Which is how I came to experience something even darker and more wicked. There is not one single person in the world who would see me and guess that I allow my young Matthew urinate on me. That is not the right word, though -- allow. I encourage him, I want him to pee on me. I get a thrill from his hot pee squirting onto my skin and even, a little, into my mouth. Its a huge buzz being so wicked, exploring these taboos. Though I am sure I'll do less of that with Patrick.

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Patrick has come along at the perfect time. Once more, just when I was getting downcast about the end of a fling, a new young man has come along and I am starting all over again. Patrick doesn't know any of this, of course. But he is just right for me. A young, soft body that has not yet become a man. A delightful penis that throbs perfectly and, I am sure, will be able to shoot multiple loads for me. And a virgin -- yes, I admit that I am excited that he will have his first time with me.

I suppose most young women when they give up their virginity want to have an emotional bond -- may not quite love -- with the boy in question. I am sure that young men think completely differently. I certainly hope that Patrick does.

It was very satisfying to, once more, have more than one young penis in the same week. I am excited by Patrick, even if he is more an average size. His smaller, youthful body is turning me on more than I had expected. I definitely want more and I am feeling very greedy about being the woman who turns him into a man -- his first experience of real sex as he begins to learn how to screw and pleasure a woman.

I don't want any emotion. No love. I have no need of a boyfriend. Like my other boys, I will encourage Patrick and teach him, I will enjoy him for a time and then our fling will end.

I have learned my lesson from Matthew. I strayed from the plan with him, letting myself think too far ahead. It was easy, since he has by far the best body of any man I've ever slept with. Those big muscles caught my eye from the start. It has been very sexy to imagine him working out his body for my visual pleasure. When he was so well-mannered at the beginning, I should have been happy instead of imagining he would be submissive and always obedient. Besides, as with my other young men, it has been very stimulating to watch him learn and grown in confidence and become a real man -- a fine lover.

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It is one thing to say that I have learned my lesson with Matthew. That I am making an effort to remove my emotions and affection from the way I think of him. Its not just his fabulous, muscled body -- and that amazing six-pack tummy -- that makes me a little giddy about Matt. Nor even his wonderful, seven-inch, hard cock that always pleases me.

My basic rule is that my young lovers are for fun, for adventure and wonderful screwing. On the other hand, sometimes a woman wants there to be something extra special. It might be sharing some treasure experience. Or finally feeling brave or secure enough to try something new. That's what happened the first time I let Matthew watch me pee. And then it was amazing and wild and crazy to experience him peeing on me, on my bare skin. Part of what made it wonderful was that Matthew at no stage seemed ready to judge me. He indulged me and let me explore in a way that felt safe. Maybe he will be the first and the only. I sometimes try to forget that I've ever done something so depraved and wicked. But I cannot help feeling rather excited and even proud. I am very grateful to Matthew for giving me those experiences.

Partly because of all those emotions, I was less than giddy when Matthew came to visit me last Sunday. I would have preferred to have had him sleep in my bed, to have woken up next to my sexy, hunky young lover. He had, however, spent the night with his girlfriend, Mei. I should not have been jealous -- I normally take great pleasure in training my boys to be good lovers for their future girlfriends and wives. Plus the fact I'd played with Patrick earlier in the week. Except that making Patrick shoot on my boobs had made me extra horny.

I was in a mood when Matt let himself in. I was naked and lying face down, watching my sweet young man as he stripped off and gave me a lovely look at his wonderful body. His cock was already hard. He was horny and I was, too - I'd woken up that way, knowing Matt would come to my bed. The sight of him was almost enough to make me moan with delight. Still, for some reason I wanted to show him some diffidence and I stopped myself from rolling over and grabbing his muscles and his amazing dick. Like any man, especially a young one, he did not notice.

"You're so sexy," he whispered in my ear as he lay next to me.

"Did you have a nice night with Mei?"

"Umm... yes, but I'm thinking about you now."

I knew what he was thinking. I could feel his hardness against my skin. And somehow I sensed that his big, shaven balls had a nice load for me. Despite the mood I was in, it was wonderful to have him in my bed. Those powerful arms wrapped around me and I tried to stifle my moan of pleasure. But I really was enjoying him holding me and caressing me.

Then he climbed on top of me, with me still face-down. Oh, how wonderful that felt with his big, muscled body pressing against me, pinning me to the bed. My vag was aching for him, I admit. My small, pink nipples were hard -- which he soon found for himself as I let him slip his young hands underneath me. He has learned exactly how to pleasure my big boobs and now I was helpless to stop my moaning. He was turning me on -- no bad thing except that for some reason I hadn't wanted him to know.

"You must enjoy this with Mei," I teased him. "Her little body."

"I get turned on by you, Maria," he replied.

I cannot deny how exciting it was to hear that and my vag gave a little throb. He was trying to rub against me which was crude but erotic. I felt his lovely, warm kisses on the back of my neck and across my shoulders. I was getting more turned-on and, at the same time, so pleased with the fruits of my teaching. Matthew knows what I need and how to get my juices flowing.

"You're all horny and you want to fuck me? You want to shoot your stuff into me?"

"I want to fuck you good. Fuck you just how you want it."

Well, I knew what he meant. I knew that Matthew was craving a hard, doggy screwing. And that he would spank me. I've come to let Matthew spank me regularly when we fuck doggy-style. It seems that he assumes I really enjoy it. Which may not be untrue -- it is exciting and dangerous to let such a strong man slap my pert bottom as he drives into me. And I knew that if Matt was spanking my bottom, he'd want to pull my hair. That would make me feel like a trapped animal and I was horny enough for that. But I was still had the remnants of my mood. I didn't want to surrender so soon.

With his big, manly body pressing on me, he placed his erection in the cleft of my butt. I liked that, especially the reminder of the lovely shape of my bottom. Just perfect to hold a young, hard penis. The thought was making me hot -- even more when he started to rub and thrust himself against me. Matthew knew it was turning me on so bad. I was aching for him. But still I wanted to make it difficult for him.

"What do you want, Mathew?" I asked trying not to moan.

"I want to fuck you, Maria. I want to fill you up."

Well, that time I couldn't stop my little groan of delight. But I'd already decided that Matthew was going to do all the work.

"Put it in me," I moaned. "But start slow. Don't hurt me."

I mostly prefer to have Matt give me a good licking before he penetrates me with his young cock. It wasn't really needed that morning. I was wanting control, however. Still flat on the bed, I tilted my hips a little. Just lifting myself enough to make it easier for him. When he grabbed my hips, wanting me on all fours, I told him no.

"Like this, sweetie," I moaned. "I want to lie here while you screw me."

I'd made things a little difficult for us both. Though I enjoyed the feeling of his hard shaft sliding around as Matt tried to line up with my entrance. I just lifted a little more and, finally, felt that wonderful head parting my vag lips and pressing against my opening.

"Yeeeess... sweetie... go slow..."

Turning my head, I could see the extra work he required. His arm muscles were bulging as he held his weight above me, forcing the head of his penis into me. I groaned with delight at the feeling of him. It was so new and different but it felt great. I already knew that this is a position I'll want to try some more. But then he shoved the first inch of his length into me and I was ready to surrender.

"Fuck... sweetie, go slow..."

I was super wet - but still tighter than usual in that position. And since I was in control, wanting Matthew to do all the work, I lowered my hips to the bed. He was big enough, and long enough, to stay inside me. It was fun to make him chase me with his dick. But now I was lying almost flat against the bed as Matthew worked to force himself into my vag from behind and above. It was like he was thicker, really tight inside my entrance, and I groaned at how amazing it felt.

Wanting more, I spread my legs to give him better access. He rewarded me by shoving another two inches of that wonderful dick into me. That fabulous power of his, ramming into me.

"Careful," I gasped. And then, "give me that big dick."

Oh my, it was hot and sexy -- more than I'd expected. And then he lifted all his weight off me. It was just his cock that was touching me -- wedged in my vag as I lay face-down underneath him. I was impressed -- and aroused -- by his display of physical power. And excited to show him my bottom that he likes so much. But I was ecstatic when he drove more of his cock into me from above.

"Ohhhh... yes... sweetie..."

"You're so tight like this, Maria."

I could feel that, too. Lying flat, showing him my perky bum, was lovely -- so intense as his thick shaft thrust into me, stretching and opening my vag. The fact he was shoving harder than usual was no problem at all -- he'd gotten me so wet and the forceful thrusting was amazingly sexy. I spread my toned legs a little more, encouraging Matt to use his weight to penetrate me. I wanted his full length inside me.

"Screw me, Matt," I ordered him. "Put it all in."

The angle of his thrusting was so different. And I loved it, especially when finally he was buried in my vag. His full weight above me as he rammed into me. I was already cumming as Matt tried to find a technique to suit this new position. Being fucked that way could be slow and gentle. But his thrusting, and my tightness, was too much for that.

"Oohhh... fuck, yes..." I cried out, cumming hard from that wonderful dick in my throbbing vag.

I felt his breath on my back. And saw the bulging muscles in his arms. But the way he was ramming me, driving his cock deep, was the best of all. Powerful, heavy thrusts that seemed to press me harder into the bed. Squashing my firm C-cup boobs. Each thrust almost drive the air from my lungs. His movements were in time with me, letting me almost bounce up to meet him as he readied for the next ramming of his hips.

"Yes, Matt... fuck me good..." I gasped between orgasms.

I knew he hadn't screwed Mei like this -- which made it more exciting. The only downside was that my perky, shapely butt meant that I could not really take all of his seven inches into me. I'd have to get onto my knees for that but there was no way. Lying flat, his thrusting making my whole body move and bounce, his manly weight trapping me underneath him, was all too much. I was cumming harder and louder -- not even caring about my nosey neighbour who must have heard every sound.

"Ram me, Matt... harder..."

I could not get my legs wide enough to stop my vag being tight around his dick. Which, I realised, is the true advantage of our new position. I do love to take all of him deep inside. And the heat and the intensity of his thrusting into my tightness was superb. Those long, deep strokes of his superb manhood as he eagerly took his pleasure from my tight hole. With Matthew pounding, making my body bounce against the bed, I let myself slip into a kind of oblivion - letting him do all the work, using his physical power to give me a most wonderful screwing.

When I finally needed to rest, Matthew very carefully kept his dick inside as he lay his body on top of me. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my vag -- still glowing with the sensations of my wonderful orgasms. I almost felt bad for Matt. But the screwing had been so intense. And now it felt so warm and yummy to feel his manly weight pressing down on me.

I noted, too, that Matt had not shot his load. Well, after all, I have trained him to have real stamina. Every young man should learn that. But I also wondered if he was less eager than usual, having given Mei at least one load the night before.

"Good boy," I panted. 'Do you want to cum? Shoot inside me?"

In spite of being in a mood, I was really horny -- as usual with Matt -- and eager for more naughty fun. And I do love to feel him pulsing and shooting, having him empty his balls for me. Since he can shoot at least twice in one morning, I did not have to deny myself.

"I want to fuck your bottom," he said with a kind of manly growl.

I know I wanted to be in control but it was so sexy that Matthew was so confident. After all, I made him that way. I do love taking his thick penis in my bottom. And, after all, he'd be doing all the work. I was not going to deny Matthew -- or myself. Even in my addled state, I wanted to try the same position but for anal screwing.

"Yes, sweetie. But lick me first?"

I don't know why I asked. I should have just ordered him. But Matthew did not need a reminder. And I stayed lying down, flat against my bed as he quickly spread my bottom and exposed both my holes. I ought to feel shame when he does that, ready to tongue that taboo place. I don't any more. It is wonderful to be so wicked with a nice young man. And the anticipation is too great. Though not as good as when his tongue actually flicks over my little entrance.

"Yes, Matt... make it good. I want in my bum."

Its quite saucy to present my backside to Matthew, to let him grab it and expose my holes. He has told me many times how much it turns him on. I often think of him when I am working out at the gym. But the best part was when he softly tongued my rear entrance. I wonder if his sweet Mei she will ever ask him to lick her tight, dark place.

Well, Matt did his magic as I lay there and moaned my appreciation. Soon my little opening was wet and warm and ready for him. It didn't matter how the morning had started -- I needed his thick, seven inches stretching me back there.

"Please, Matt. Fill me up... slow, OK?"

I used to be scared about anal sex but no more. Sometimes I worry about him hurting with his size. But I wanted him in my butt. So, when he went to lift my hips, I let him put me on my knees. And then made myself relax. After his fabulous licking there was no need for lube. The most delicious feelings surged through my body as he began to penetrate my little entrance.

"Slow," I moaned. "Slow, Matt. I want it good."

It is wonderfully wicked to take a young penis into my bottom. Especially nice and thick, like Matthew. And I have had enough experience that it seems like I can open up more easily. Not that I am loose back there -- maybe its all about confidence. Or perhaps that I was watching in the mirror, his hunky body, much bigger than me, as he took control of my body.

"Good boy. I love that cock..."

Being screwed in my bum, on hands and knees, I guess is quite a submissive thing. Matthew holds me tight, controlling how fast or hard he fills my butt. It's a huge buzz to have so much trust. And he did as he was told -- screwing me almost gently as he forced all of his impressive manhood in there. I still knew what I wanted. So I slowly let my body sink to the bed, lylng flat underneath him. I don't think it felt any tighter back there but it was amazing all the same. Especially with his weight above me. His thrusting never stopped -- or my moaning -- but lying like that made me want to slide my hand down to my clit.