I didn’t really discover sex until I was well into my fifties. I mean, of course I’d had sex; I was married for almost thirty years. We had three great kids together all thanks to sex. When we first got married, my husband wanted to have sex all the time. He wanted it less and less frequently as we got older and had kids, and then not at all after he got sick. I didn’t mind him doing it do me, not for the most part, except for sleeping in the wet spot after. To me it was messy, occasionally uncomfortable, and a kind of combination embarrassing and boring. I never really understood what he got out of it.
It wasn’t until I was in my mid-fifties that I learned. I was fifty three when I had my first orgasm, when I learned how to masturbate, and when it comes right down to it, when I first participated in sex, as opposed to having it done to me.
And oddly enough it was all because of an unseasonably cold day in September.
My youngest son, Rick, had his friend Liam over, ostensibly to study, but it sounded to me more like they were just playing video games. Which was fine too, whatever, they were both grown-ups, at least technically. They were both taking classes at the local community college before starting university next fall. As long as Rick got passing grades, I didn’t particularly care what they did up there.
Rick asked if I could give Liam a ride home, as neither one of them had a car. I could have just told Rick to take my car and drive him himself, but I didn’t. I don’t know why, I was just feeling generous. I’m so glad I felt that way!
Liam came downstairs. He was a nice kid, Rick and he had been friends since early high school. He was tall, gangly and pale. He wore glasses and had a lock of hair that constantly fell down in front of his eyes in a way that, in retrospect, I suppose I must already have found fetching.
Upstairs, I could hear Rick ‘studying’ (or playing Smash Bros). I grabbed the car keys and stepped outside.
It was way colder out than I’d imagined and there was a chilly wind, a front must have been coming in, so I decided to put on a sweatshirt. I stepped back into the house, and pulled my t-shirt off over my head. And that’s when I remembered that Liam was right there in the room with me. It gave me a strange feeling, a rush of –something– as he gawked at me, standing there half-naked in the living room, in my extremely not-sexy utilitarian middle-aged lady bra.
And you know what? I liked that feeling. I liked it a lot. It gave me a rush, not unlike champagne, a beverage that I hadn’t had in years. I decided to run with it.
I may not be a beauty queen, and skinny isn’t even in it, but I do have big tits. And I flaunted them as I walked across the living room into my bedroom, leaving the door wide open. I made a big show of bending over the dresser, opening one drawer after another, rifling through to find just the right sweatshirt. When I stood up again, Liam was actively staring, his mouth hanging open a little. It was adorable, and it made me feel hot.
“Well,” I said, not quite believing how bold I was being, but relishing the attention from this delectable young man. “Well, do you want to see them?”
He didn’t answer. I took that as a ‘yes’. I reached behind my back and unsnapped the clasp, setting the girls free. Liam stared in a way that I found most gratifying.
“What, you’ve never seen a woman’s breasts before?”
“Uh,” he gulped. “Not, um, like this.”
I was a little taken aback. “Really? And how old are you?”
He gulped again. “Nineteen.” He was blushing hard. That was not all that was hard. I noticed the bulge in the front of his jeans, and I suddenly became aware that things were quite wet and squishy between my legs.
“Would you like to touch them?” I swiveled my torso slightly, making my tits jiggle from side to side. I had never felt so sexy in all my life.
He approached me, and cupped my breasts in his warm, sweaty hands. My nipples stiffened and stood out like big pink over-sized pencil erasers. I moaned. Mostly, but not entirely for his benefit.
“Come closer,” I said, and he eagerly did so. I could feel his hardness pressed up against me, and it was delicious. “Do you mean to tell me you’ve never even fooled around with a girl?”
“Uh no,” he stammered, still clutching my tits like they were in danger of evaporating right out of his hands. “Just, you know, porn and stuff.”
I’d never looked at porn. I made a mental note to investigate further.
I turned him around, as if I were teaching him to dance. Now he was backed up against the side of my bed. I reached down and fumbled with the fly of his jeans. This was trickier than I’d imagined, but I got it open, and tugged his pants halfway down. The tip of his penis was already peeking out the waistband of his underpants. I couldn’t recall ever being so excited. Or so wet. I pulled his underwear down, freeing up his package. His cock nearly swatted me in the face as it sprung to attention.
I hadn’t seen a lot of cocks in my life, not up-close and personal. As a matter of fact, I had only ever seen two (or really, one-and-a-half) hard adult penises. One was my husband’s, and the other in a dark backseat in the summer of my junior year in high school, a few months before I went on my first date with my husband. This one looked much nicer, and bigger: thicker, longer, altogether more appetizing, than either of them.
I got down on my knees in front of him. From upstairs came the sounds of Mario Bros.
I wanted that delicious-looking cock in my mouth. And in certain other places as well.
I wanted to devour that thing. It was hot, physically hot. I loved everything about it, the hardness, the texture, the shape, the taste. I loved his hairy, dangling balls, and his swollen purple crown, and everything in between. I held the shaft between the two palms of my hands, as if I were praying, and stuck out my tongue, licking the underside of it from the base all the way up to the tippy top, as if his cock were a big delicious popsicle.
He squealed –he actually squealed, it was too cute!!– and his dick twitched, and he shot off all over me. His spunk hit me in the face, all over my cheek and nose and into my mouth, and spattered onto my neck and my tits. It was quite impressive. And delicious. I felt powerful and sexy. I liked this. I liked it a lot.
I think we both became suddenly very aware that our position was… awkward. Rick might wander downstairs at any moment, and there we were, and my bedroom door was wide open…
We got dressed and cleaned up very quickly, and went out to my car. The drive over to Liam’s house was mostly silent. He seemed embarrassed. Mortified, even. I, on the other hand, was so turned on I could hardly sit still. I just hoped he wasn’t grossed out about fooling around with a lady three times his age, that he wasn’t bothered by my non-skinny body.
I guess I needn’t have worried. As we pulled up to his house, Liam stammered, “I’m sorry… I got overexcited there. It’s just… you’re so beautiful and sexy… and I’ve never…”
I grinned, and blew out a heavy breath of relief. He didn’t think I was old and ugly! “You’ve really never…” I asked coquettishly.
He shook his head ‘No’.
“Well you should! Soon!”
*
I masturbated for the first time that night, and gave myself my very first orgasm. I had to look up how to do it on a video (ok, several), but in the end it was quite easy, especially since I was already so exceedingly turned-on. I just replayed the events of that afternoon in my mind’s eye and let my fingers do the walking.
I thought I might go for two, but I was exhausted and delirious, and a little bit sore, so I just drifted off to sleep. I think it was the best night’s sleep I’d ever had in my life.
*
The next day, Rick told me that Liam was coming over to study again, and asked if I’d mind giving him a ride home once again? Was he looking at me funny? I caught myself blushing as I assured him that it would be no problem at all.
After the boys were done studying (or ‘studying’: I was paying for those classes, and Rick had better pass them!), Liam came down and I gave him a ride back to his house.
Once again the car ride was silent, but this time in an entirely different way: the sexual tension was thick and electric between us. I was wet, I’d been wet all day in anticipation, but as soon as Liam got into the car with me, I was drenched. He was hard too. The shape of his erection, masked by his jeans and the seat belt, drove me crazy the whole ride.
As we turned onto his block, Liam seemed to muster his courage. “Mrs. S., I jerked off to you last night.”
I put my hand on his thigh, and he jumped a little. Have I used the word ‘adorable’ lately? “I did too.”
“My parents aren’t home.”
Oh my God, I’m in high school again!
“Well,” I said, “we should take advantage of that fact, shouldn’t we?”
We went hand-in-hand into his bedroom. It was very much a teenage boy’s bedroom: posters on the wall, dirty laundry on the floor, bed conspicuously unmade. I did not care.
We tumbled onto his unmade bed, me on top, and started kissing. It was sweet kissing him, and I liked how passionately he kissed me back, and I loved feeling him squirm underneath me, but I was impatient.
I broke off our kiss. “I want to see you naked.”
I really did. I wanted to see his body, every inch of it. He was so young, so male, so… yummy!
“I want to see you too!” and he said it with such intensity that I glowed.
I’d debated for a long time about what to wear. It’s not as if I owned any sexy lingerie. In the end, I just wore what I always wear: comfy jeans, oversized t-shirt, boring old lady bra and panties. I might have felt self-conscious as I stripped, but I was too busy watching him get undressed to feel anything but lust.
We lay down naked on the bed together, and I let my hands freely wander his beautiful body. I explored all over, from his thighs up to his ears, but I was inexorably drawn to his hard cock. It felt amazing to hold it and to stroke it, so rigid and urgent in my hands. I wanted to eat him up.
I slid down his body, trying not to hurry, and mostly failing, licking and kissing my way down toward the object of my desire, his beautiful erect cock. I opened my mouth wide and did my best to swallow it whole. It felt amazing in my mouth, so sexy; big and hard and slightly dangerous, like a wild animal, thrusting and humping back against my lascivious oral attentions.
Believe it or not, my husband had never asked me to suck his cock. I think he thought it was dirty or something.
I didn’t want him to come in my mouth. Not because I didn’t want him to come in my mouth; but because I wanted to feel his cock inside me, and I really wanted him to come in my cunt. (I can’t believe I actually used that word, even silently and in my own head!)
I got acquainted with his balls, licking his crinkled hairy sac, taking each of his nuts between my lips in turn while he squirmed and squealed. I even explored between his buns, licking all around and even pressing my tongue right up against his tight, puckered asshole. He certainly seemed to enjoy that! All the time, I alternated between playing with my own wet pussy, and stroking his cock.
“Mrs. S.,” he finally whispered, “Are we going to… fuck?”
Just hearing him say that word made my clitoris swell and throb, and I felt like I was gushing forth from between my legs, a veritable fountain of sex juice.
“Oh yes.”
“Could I, um, could I lick your pussy a little bit first?”
“By all means!” I said, rolling over onto my back and spreading my legs wide apart.
What he did down there felt nice and all, but what really made me hot was the visual aspect: seeing this beautiful naked young man between my thighs, licking eagerly at my kitty. I put my hand in his hair and ground him into my crotch, and he moaned in the most satisfactory way! His licking might even have made me come, if I had let him do it for very long, but I was impatient.
I squirmed away from him, and kissed his lips. They tasted like pussy, my pussy! I was so hot I felt like I was going to explode. “I need you inside me, now!” I told him.
He lay flat on his back, and I straddled him. I grabbed hold of his erection, and took aim, before slowly lowering myself onto his hard cock.
His cock wasn’t huge; now that I’ve seen a lot more, I’ve seen bigger. I’ve seen smaller, too. I think my favorites are the ones that have a lot of curve, arched like a longbow; but honestly I love them all. But that afternoon, his was the biggest thing I’d ever had inside me (aside from childbirth), and it took my body a moment to adjust.
But just a moment. It felt amazing! Just as good as his cock inside me though was the look on his face, gazing up at me, as I bounced up and down on his rigid pole. He came almost right away of course, and I was thrilled to feel his cock swell up and twitch, his semen squirting up inside me, filling me up and leaking out. I had never ever felt so sexy, ever in my life! I was the Queen of Sex!
He stayed hard (as young fellows sometimes do, so I’ve learned), and I was able to grind out an orgasm (my second ever!!) riding on his hard young cock, grinding my clitoris up against his pubes. It was good, but even better was the orgasm I gave myself a little while later, lying in the bed next to him while he jerked off, his eyes alternating between my breasts, jiggling as I masturbated, and my pussy, his semen co-mingled with my juices still leaking out from between my fat lips as I rubbed my swollen clitoris for him. We came more or less together, and though he produced much less this time, he assured me it was one of the best he’d ever had.
“Wow Mrs. S”, he said. “Just…. Wow.”
*
I will never, ever, ever get tired of popping a guy’s cherry. I love the look in their eyes, the ‘I can’t believe this is really happening’ look. I love the eagerness, the noises they make, the way their body thrusts involuntarily as the virgin cock disappears deep into my warm, wet, slippery hole. I love being filled up with horny, hard young cock, so excited to be inside me that he explodes almost right away, filling my horny cunt up to overflowing with hot, sticky delicious semen. I don’t usually come right then and there; but later on, replaying the scene in full color slow motion in my head, while I press one of my fancy newly-acquired vibrators against my throbbing clit, sometimes with a glass plug up my ass– that is when I come, so fucking hard, over and over again.
Better late than never, I suppose.
END
So Wrong (the collected pornographica of Elsie) 