I’ve been so busy with work and other stuff I haven’t written in awhile. First things first. Vic…..he sent an email after the last one saying his wife was onto him and he had to cool it for awhile. I haven’t heard from him since so he must have been in some real trouble.
I’ve wrapped up his cock replica and put it away for now and hopefully he’ll be back so I can try and take it into me while he watches on cam. I won’t do it without him.
Second thing…..I have been playing and having fun and do have a new story to tell. But first a little bit about what brought me to my newest adventure.
I’m likely going to have to masturbate sometime while telling this latest tale. it was that hot.
The past few months I’ve been obsessed with the male penis. Coming from my previous marriage and life this is all out of character for me. I’m anonymous here so I can be honest and tell things as they are and as I want.
Anyway…as I said…..obsessed with “Cock”…..all the time. When I finish work and have returned home, done my workout, had dinner and my bath I’m watching videos and looking at pics of cocks all evening.
I don’t care what the guys look like, though usually you can’t see their faces anyway, just their dicks shooting that beautiful white love juice. I love to see them shoot, to see their breathing quicken and then they grunt or moan and it comes out in powerful streams. I’m not concerned with whether they’re old guys or young guys or the size of their cocks. I love the ones that shoot massive loads. I have no idea why. I thought men were the ones who arte visual when it comes to getting turned on, I’m a woman and I do as well.
This brings me to my latest experience. Not hearing from Vic left me hanging. Yes I would masturbate to powerful orgasms remembering our night on cam together and all the things he would do to me with that big cock of his if he got the chance. I needed more though, I needed things to be real or seem more real and I had to get a little braver.
One Saturday afternoon I was chatting with another perv on one of the chat sites I go to. His name was Darrel, he was 57, divorced, two kids in college….yada yada…..he told me his whole life story. I was bored, none of it was sexy and I was just doing it all because a girlfriend had stood me up whom I was supposed to go shopping with so I had nothing to do all afternoon.
Usually guys are asking my tit size, to get naked, send naked pics….all the usual perv stuff. Not Darrel…..just on and on mr nice guy.Plus I found out he only lived an hour away in a small town Finally I just said it…or typed it….how big is your cock? he wasn’t a handsome guy by his profile pic at all but I didn’t care like I’ve said before.
He hesitated obviously stunned. He then asked if I’d like to see a pic of it. Of course I would. He took a few moments and took one and sent it over….oh my…..I’d never seen one that looked that. It wasn’t long, it was about 5 inches I’d say but the shaft was thick and the head was over sized for the shaft, really big. I was really turned on by it.
He seemed pleased that I liked it and I told him how turned on I was. I considered getting naked and doing the cam thing with him but he said he wasn’t into that, he’s watch me but that he never came on cam before. I tried to coax him, I mean I was wet after seeing that and my nipples were on high and ready for action. I was bummed but I had the pic and could do myself looking at it.
Then an idea crept into my mind, oh it was naughty and scary, it gave me those butterflies in my tummy. I told him we were an hour apart. He suggested we have a coffee, but that I was way out of his league judging from my profile pic. I told him looks aren’t everything in the world and that pics look better than real life anyway. And who knows, maybe I’d jerk him off some where so I could see that big headed cock squirt. He was excited, I was excited, we made a date for the next afternoon at a coffee shop at the mall in his town. That evening I fucked myself four times with one of my toys imagining it was his big headed cock pounding me. speaking of which, I wonder why their are no big headed dildos out there?
So the next days was exciting and anxious and nerve wracking to say the least. I almost talked myself out of going I was so scared. But if I didn’t get some guts what the hell was I going to do? Stay at home and masturbate for the rest of my life? I mean things had to get real. I didn’t want a relationship with the same old same old sex anymore. I wanted something taboo and stimulating. This may not have been it to some people but it was a first for me.
I showered and put on some sexy panties, no bra and a light summer dress. I smelled good, looked good and felt good. I put my hair up and grabbed my purse and I was out the door. Now I’d been to this town but didn’t know anyone there. I was still a little self conscious and wondered if I should have worn a bra. I have large breasts and large nipples and they were on high and pressing against the fabric of my light summer dress. As I was getting into the car I turned sideways looking at my reflection in the window and you could clearly make out the shape of my breasts and nipples from the right angle. I almost went and changed but said screw it. No one knew me there anyway. I put my sunglasses on and off I went.
When I got to the mall I found a spot and parked. The entrance to the coffee shop was on the outside. Darell said he’d be there by 12:30 noon. It was hot as I locked the car and headed across the parking lot. A warm breeze blew my dress around and looking out of my dark sunglasses I could see others looking at me. Men and women alike. My puppies swayed to the rhythm of my walk and I walked proudly though I was a nervous wreck.
I entered the coffee shop and there was Darrel at the back in a shaded corner, I recognized him right away. He looked his age, completely bald on top with graying hair and a face that looked tired. He was skinny with a pot belly. He watched as I came in but didn’t make any motion to get up or any expression. I was petrified.
I said hey as I approached his table and took my sunglasses off and put them in my purse. He was visibly nervous and told me how stunning I was and that real life was way better than the pic. I was scared, I mean I was shaking from excitement and fear, it was a strange combination. This wasn’t on cam, this was real and I had no idea what was about to happen.
I ordered a latte and him and I talked and tried to get comfortable as if that were possible. We kept things light as he was a complete stranger and more of a danger to me than I to him. I did feel good opening up to him though. I mean all that had been going on lately and no one to talk to about it but what I’ve written here on this blog. He didn’t try to psychoanalyze me or anything, just nodded and listened and stared at my breasts a lot.
We talked a lot in that short hour. As the small talk melted away he got braver and so did I. I wasn’t scared anymore, just excited and I told him. He said he couldn’t believe any of this was even happening to him, that this was penthouse forum stuff, though I don’t know what penthouse forum meant.
he finally asked me if I’d like to see his cock in the flesh and I said that I did but wanted to be safe. I made it clear I was not here to tease him, but that I did want to be safe.
He had been prepared in case all this was real he said. There was a van parked in a spot in the parking lot 20 feet from the front of the coffee shop. That was his. The windows were down and there was a big wrap around curtain. With all the people around how much safer could it be.
It was still dangerous but it was now or never. I had a pepper spray in my purse though that gave me little comfort as we left and headed to his van, him right behind me telling me how beautiful I was. I had told him I would only jerk him off, that was it, and that we could masturbate while watching each other. He said fine.
He was as nervous and excited as me as he swung the back door of the van open and motioned for me to get in. On the floor was a mattress layered with clean comforters as well as a few nice pillows and a small duffel bag. He got in and closed the door behind him. No one seemed to notice us getting in, we both looked around as we did I noticed.
The curtain at the front was drawn and the rest of the windows were tinted so there was plenty of light. It was warm but not too hot. I couldn’t believe I was going to be doing what I was. My whole being was on fire, I cannot even describe.
I had taken my heels off and was sitting cross legged facing him as he sat looking at me. It was clear that I was in charge which I was fine with. Something else was taking me over entirely, lust I think. It was time to get this show on the road.
I pulled the front of my summer dress down and let my breasts out for Darrel to see. My nipples were on fire and swollen. Darrel whistled softly and smiled asking if he could touch them and I said yes. I closed my eyes and put my head back as he kneaded them gently his thumbs going back and forth across my nipples, driving me nuts. It was incredible.
I felt his breath on them and then my left nipple go into his mouth. He began a gentle sucking motion, sucking it deep into his mouth and then letting go, moving to my other breast doing the same. I was moaning as I lay back convinced I may orgasm from this alone. He began rubbing his face back and forth on my nipples, his whiskers feeling like light sandpaper as I breathed heavy and moaned for him.
I grabbed his cock through his pants. It was hard and ready. He pulled back from me and began taking his cloths off. He said he needed to cum bad. I got him to lay in front of me. I took my dress off and my panties for him and told him I was going to jerk him off, that I loved his cock and wanted him to shoot his sperm for me. He handed me a small container of olive oil. I lay beside him propped on one elbow facing him, he on his back his big thick cock hard as a rock pointed at his belly oozing precum. I poured oil on the head and began to spread it all over, up and down the shaft, over the head. His breathing was so hard and he gasped each time I stroked. I loved his cock. The head looked like a big plum leaking clear fluid. I was mesmerized by it. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, this was real, I was in the video, not watching it. It wasn’t a video though, it was real life.
I stroked slowly but maintained a firm grip encircling the big head with my hand and then going back down the shaft then squeezing hard on the way up milking his precum. It was obvious we didn’t even need the olive oil from all the precum he leaked.
I had jerked Ben off before but not like this, I had no idea olive oil was good for handjobs.
I watched him as I slowly massaged his cock. His body was stiff as a board and he jerked and twitched with each stroke. He had an enormous set of balls on him I must say and he spread his legs as I handled those too. It took everything I had not to stick his cock in my mouth. I wanted to suck it so bad. I didn’t care he wasn’t attractive. I loved that cock in that moment. I wanted to swallow all of his juice as he came, give him the best orgasm of his life. I was a complete slut and on fire for his cock.
He came very suddenly though. He turned his head and buried his face in my breasts and let out a cry as his cock slopped out thick spurts of his thick white warm love juice for me. He covered his hairy belly with it. It ran down my hand and made a white webbing between my fingers as I squeezed more out of him. All this went on with a warm breeze blowing in the van and the sounds of people walking by.
His breathing subsided as I lay there beside him. He said it was the best orgasm of his life and that I was the most beautiful woman to give him that. There was a lot of cum and he got me to get him a towel out of the bag so he could clean up. I hadn’t cum yet and I was soaked. There was a huge wet spot I’d made behind me as I lay playing with him.
He wanted to know what he could do for me. He said he wanted to suck my clit but that’s not what I needed. I almost let him but asked if he had a condom because I need his big cock inside me.
I grabbed one out of the side pocket of the bag but he wasn’t ready. He was 57 and said he didn’t know when he’s be ready. I lay there playing with his cock a few minutes and ti came to life and got hard again. It took a bit to get even an extra large condom over that big head of his cock. It was that big. His cock looked like a big mushroom from the side. He wasn’t big like Vic, bit he was big.
Once I got him gloved up I got on top, he warned it may be awhile before he came again if he even did, apologizing for his age. I told him I had all afternoon. There was no stretching or pain like I had anticipated, he slid in easily and it felt incredible. He was the first man inside me since Ben and I had split.
I rode him slowly savoring that feeling of being filled up, it felt so good. His cock was wonderful but I really couldn’t control myself at this point as I got faster and faster and came quickly burying my face in the pillow above his shoulder as he held me tight. I screamed into the pillow not wanting anyone outside to hear me but figuring with the van rocking they probably figured it out. It was intense. I rode him for another hour orgasming 3 more times and screaming into the pillow each time. The last time I rode fast and hard as Darrell told me he was going to cum for me again…..and he did like a champ. When I rolled off him I noticed the huge wet spot from me under him.
I removed the condom and poured it’s contents onto my tummy and breasts while he watched. He smiled as I rubbed it in. I think male sperm is good for the skin.
We got cleaned up and I left. Will I ever see him again? No. That experience is over. I did tell him to send me a clone of his cock though and that it would get a lot of use.
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