Lovely Leona Seduces Two 18 Year Olds!
written by:
PJ Klein

Title: Lovely Leona Seduces Two 18 Year Olds (The hot and incredibly well-built Leona, at 55, makes the most of an opportunity with an 18 year old, virgin neighbor boy and his buddy with an incredibly thick cock. The seduction begins innocently and ends up with a wild sex scene on her back porch).

If you've read our prior stories, you know PJ and I have a wonderful, creative relationship, very open and .... Well just wonderful. There's no other way to describe it. I've been able to fully explore my sexual side, and at 55 have discovered, thanks to PJ's urging, that I'm still an incredibly sexy, alluring woman. My body has aged, but I am blessed with a beautiful set of natural, size 40DD boobies, which have certainly begun to sag, but with the proper equipment to hold them aloft, I still get more than my share of attention. Much more than I need at times!

This past summer, PJ was planning to come down to my place in New Mexico for a weekend, but got hung up on some research crisis at work. I was disappointed, but I certainly didn't intend to sit around and mope all weekend. I'd fantasized about what we'd be doing, got hot several times and took care of my needs with a huge vibrating dildo we got for play while in Colorado one weekend. One of our several trips to the adult book store. I've really grown to love that place!

It was a hot Saturday morning, and I'd stripped down to a light top, loose cotton shorts and, of course, no bra. Just trying to get some housework done, when the doorbell rang. My neighbors have a nice-looking son, about 18 or 19 years old, and when I answered the door he was standing there with a grass trimmer in his hands. "Hi," he said, nervously looking directly at my prominent breasts and nipples which were probably visible through the light top. "Hi Bobby, whatcha doin'."

"Oh....." he stammered a bit, looking back up to my face. I smiled, knowingly. "I was just wanting to see if you might want me to do your yard this summer. I'm going to college next year and I just wanted to make a little extra money." He was wearing a yellow tank top, hanging out over a pair of loose-fitting swim trunks. His body was trim, like most young men, with broadening shoulders tapering down to a trim waist. I knew he was a basketball player, because I'd gone down to the high school several times. He looked like an athlete, about 6' 2" tall, with a basketball player's body. Topped off by short, blonde hair, he was quite a nice looking young man. "Was he attracted to me," I wondered.

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it," I replied, then thought for a moment. "Sure, why not. I don't have the time to do it right, so maybe you'll make it look good for me." We agreed on a price, I closed the door, and the next thing I knew I was hearing the whirring of a lawnmower. I looked out, and Bobby was mowing away, with sweat pouring from his lean body. He'd taken his shirt off, and I peeked out the window, feeling like a pervert admiring his trim, glistening body. It was a very hot day, probably nearing 95 degrees in the shade, and there wasn't much.

My brain was working overtime. "No," I thought to myself. "It ain't gonna happen." But I couldn't stop fantasizing about finding a way to make it happen. He was a gorgeous young man, and I knew I'd love to get my experienced hands on that nice, trim body. I was making some pink lemonade, fantasizing about sliding my hands down his pants, and touching his thickening cock, when the doorbell rang again.

"Hi, Bobby," he was standing at the door with sweat dripping off his chest and soaking the top of his waistband.

"I'm done," he said. "You wanna look?"

"Sure," I stepped out the door, "accidentally" brushing my heaving breasts against his arm as I stepped around him on the porch. "Looks good to me," I surveyed the yard, which did look quite nice. "C'mon in and I'll pay you. Would you like some lemonade?"

"You bet. That sounds awesome." Just like a young man. He was so cute, and I just couldn't seem to resist.

"Sit down and I'll pour you a glass." I went to the kitchen and poured one for both of us, returning to the living room. "Pretty hot out there, isn't it?"

"Sure is, but I like hot weather." He was still sweating, a glistening sheen on his arms, shoulders and hairless chest.

"Not me. I need to get cooled off."

"Yeah, me too. A few of my buddies and me are going down to the pool in a bit."

"Well, that ought to cool you off pretty good."

We chatted a bit more, I paid him, and he left, with me admiring his tight little trim butt as he walked away. "Nah," I thought, "Can't happen. But it certainly won't hurt to try." You can't find something out unless you give it a try. So I formulated a plan.

At about 2:00 pm, I stripped down and took a cool shower. I blew my hair dry and styled it a bit, and put on a little more make-up and lipstick than usual. I highlighted the sides of my full, sensuous lips with a darker shade from a pencil I always used for PJ, and admired my naked body in the mirror. "Not bad for a 55 year old woman," I thought. My breasts hung a bit, but looked huge. My waist had thickened over the years, but the curvature was still there and obvious. Not hard-bodied or flat, but appealing I knew. I still had some vestiges of that voluptuous body of my youth. Just enough to make men notice. I wondered if Bobby would when I completed the package.

For some reason, I decided not to trim my huge, dark bush. I knew I was going to put on a sexy bikini, and I thought it would be more fun to have some pussy hairs sticking out the sides of the bikini bottom. Men noticed those things. Boys might too.

The bikini I selected was a day-glo yellow color, with a push-up top which only served to highlight my huge cleavage even more. The bottom has raised sides, with full coverage over my small butt. Again, I admired myself. PJ loved the way I looked in the bikini, which I'd only modeled for him a couple times. Each time, it had led to a hot session of incredible sex. So, I thought it might achieve the desired effect. Damn, I was getting horny just thinking about what I was going to try to do. Even if it didn't work, I'd come home and bring myself to a huge climax with one of my toys. So it was like foreplay for myself, even if my plan didn't succeed.

Not surprisingly, the pool was crowded. Young women and men with incredible, hard and tanned bodies lay beside the pool, and in the grass, where children frolicked on the playground equipment. The water looked cool and inviting, with large and small bodies enjoying the blue liquid, natural air conditioning effect of the pool.

I put a white pool robe on to cover myself when I left home, so as I found a place to spread my towel, I removed the robe and stretched. Several older men took notice as I expanded my huge chest upward and outward, then sat down on the towel, getting comfortable, as if minding my own business. I quickly surveyed the area, but didn't immediately see my quarry, so I began applying some Coppertone to my arms and stomach. Then my legs. The tanning lotion felt warm, but soothing to my body as I lay down on my back and closed my eyes. The sun immediately began to warm every muscle in my body, and I relaxed completely.

"Did I go to sleep," I seemed to awaken with a start, looking up at Bobby and two of his friends standing just to the side of me. All three seemed to be standing there, transfixed on my boobs.

My eyes opened. "Oh, hi," Bobby exclaimed, seeming embarrassed by my noticing their stares. I felt the heat on my legs and arms, and wondered if it was from the sun or their stares. "I didn't know you were coming down," he said, shifting his stance to where he could see me even better. His two buddies moved too, as I began to sit up. I opened my legs unconsciously, giving them a full view of my crotch, which I hoped was showing some glimpses of hair.

"Oh, I wasn't," I was still awakening. "When you said you were coming down after you did the yard, I thought it sounded like a great idea. It is pretty hot." I was feeling equally hot, and wasn't sure if it was the sun or the stares from the young men. "Do you guys want to spread your towels out here?" There was plenty of space around me.

"Uh, sure," he stammered a bit. They spread their towels out neatly, removed their t-shirts and sat down. "Oh, this is Dean, and this is Jose," he introduced me to his buddies and I nodded. Dean was shorter than Bobby, but a much more muscular frame, with wisps of hair in the middle of his thick chest. He looked like he had to have been a football player. Jose was Hispanic, shorter yet and very small in stature, with a full head of black hair. All very nice looking young men.

We lay around soaking up the sun until Bobby said, "Let's get wet." I admired their taut butts as they got up and walked away. When they returned in about 10 minutes, I noticed even more. Jose wore a longer, shorts-appearing swim suit, but Bobby and Dean both had on Speedo-types. The waistband highlighted their trim, muscular waistlines. Dean's waist was well-developed, and he had a legitimate six pack. Bobby was simply flat and trim, but looked quite nice. Both had a decent looking bulge in their crotch. Bobby's appeared to be a bit bigger, and with their shorts being wet, I was sure I could see the outline of his long, soft cock hanging to the left. I couldn't tell with Dean's, but I imagined his cock was short and thick, like his body. I tried not to stare as they toweled off, not noticing anything except getting their bodies dried. But I was.

As they sat, I announced, "I think I'll get in the water for awhile." I stood and stretched, and noticed them watching me closely and intently. As I walked toward the pool, I glanced quickly over my shoulder and saw them with their heads together, in a quick huddle, obviously discussing my "assets." I was pleased as I stepped into the pool. The water quickly cooled my body and hardened my nipples, as did the erotic thoughts which were consuming my mind. I walked slowly toward the deeper water, up to my chest, and felt the cooling fluid engulf and wash over my entire body. But my crotch was tingling with anticipation. Of what? I had no idea where all this was heading, but I decided to do everything I could to help it get there.

Jose had left when I returned, and began slowly and sensuously toweling my body. I could feel my nipples pushing at the material of the bikini top. The water had made it nearly sheer, and I glanced down as I dried. My breasts were so huge and full-appearing, so it wasn't hard to understand why two 18 year old boys were staring, transfixed on my bosom. I turned my head slowly and noticed they weren't the only ones, but they were the ones I was focusing my attention towards. And fantasizing about what might happen later. Perhaps nothing but a pleasant visit from a huge, rubber cock to my now-tingling crotch. The feelings were starting to envelop my body, centering on my warming pussy, and I could feel the fluids starting to make me wet down there. It was a completely new, erotic feeling I didn't remember even having. Anticipation. "Patience, girl. Patience." But it felt so good, and exciting, that I just wanted to keep it alive for awhile. My pussy was getting ready for something, my entire system was spinning out of control with lust, and I simply couldn't help that.

"That felt good," I commented as I sat down, glancing down at my heaving breasts. My nipples were as hard as a couple pencil erasers. Huge pencil erasers, pointing out toward the young men. Sitting, I noticed several wisps of hair trying to escape from my bikini bottom. I left my legs slightly open, facing toward the boys, as if I wasn't aware of a thing. But I was very aware.

"Where's your friend," I asked, looking around.

"Oh, he had to get home," Bobby said, taking his eyes off my nipples long enough to look at me. He probably wasn't even conscious of staring, and I wondered if he'd ever touched a girl, or woman. Dean was lying on his back and his muscular stomach and chest heaved upward with each breath. I assessed his pouch, and could tell whatever was in there was decently-sized. Bobby was in a sitting position, so I couldn't tell much, but still glanced, then looked at his face. Cute young man, I thought. Now, how do I go about getting my hands on him?

The solution quickly became evident. "Bobby, would you mind rubbing some of this lotion on me. I can't reach my back and I'm worried I'm going to burn."

"Uh, sure, no problem...okay." I handed him the tube and rolled onto my stomach, feeling my huge breasts pushing outward from the pressure of my body. I knew they were sticking out of the bikini top, no top could hold all of that soft flesh, so I adjusted my body to achieve the maximum effect. I couldn't see my breasts, but I knew the boys could, and a full set of tits always get men excited. Particularly when they are so close and available. But they didn't know how available my breasts and body were to them at that moment. I was sure their excitement had to be growing, so to speak. Once again, I felt a warm feeling in my crotch. I knew I was being a tantalizing vixen, but I couldn't help myself. So I played it for all I could get out of it, as he rubbed the soothing lotion all over my back. "Will you loosen the strap, Bobby. I'm going to leave it off for awhile. I hate a tan line. When I'm sunning in my back yard, I just take the whole top off." I could feel his huge fingers unlatching the strap and they fell to the sides, revealing even more flesh. The desired effect.

"How's that," Bobby asked, finishing my back.

"Can you do my sides. I don't want to get burned there." I knew exactly what I hoped he'd do. His hands felt huge on my right and left sides, then moved up reluctantly, stopping just short of my huge breast flesh. "Go ahead and finish, it's alright. I don't want to get burned there either. That would hurt. A lot." I could feel the reluctance and desire as he applied the sooting lotion to the sides of my soft breasts. I cooed softly, "Ohhh, that feels good." I was sure some of the men, and even women were probably watching, but thought I was probably his mother, or grandmother. I didn't care. His thick fingers felt so good rubbing the sides of my soft, fleshy orbs. The more he rubbed the lotion in, the hotter my crotch felt. I knew I was filling up to overflowing with lubrication, and hoped it wasn't leaking down my legs. "Maybe they'll just think it's sweat," I rationalized. And then he stopped.

I glanced slowly to my left where he sat with his legs crossed. I don't know if he was as hard as he could get, but his cock was even more prominently displayed in his Speedo's, straining against the smooth fabric. I could even see the clear outline of his cockhead, which looked plump and quite thick. He appeared to be very well hung, indeed. I didn't look at Dean, but was sure he was watching as well, and probably equally hard. Bobby's cock was an eyeful, and Dean was a secondary concern to me at that moment.

Summoning up some boldness, I let my hand drift through the grass, under his towel and leg, and push upward until it rested on Bobby's firm cock. My hand was hidden from view by all but Bobby, who quickly looked down, then directly at me with surprise. His eyes seemed to widen, and the thick, fleshy hardness of his manhood definitely twitched upward to my touch. He looked again, we locked eyes, and I was sure he could see the passion in mine. He looked down and shifted a bit, moving his leg up to allow my hand a better feel. That position let me place my hand around the head and squeeze softly. I wished the towel wasn't impeding my grip, and wanted to reach into his shorts and pull it out in front of everyone. Patience, I told myself. He seemed more than willing, and in response shifted again, placing one of his hands on my left breast. By then, I didn't care who was watching. I was feeling such lust, and was so hot I'd have pulled his trunks down and jumped on his hard cock right there in the grass. Patience. It's gonna happen.

Some more squeezing and stroking produced the desired result. His cock was stretched to the maximum, twitching and rising in my towel-covered hand. He knew what I wanted. I could see it in his eyes. I lessened my grip, fearing he'd cum right there. Young men are so quick, and I didn't want him to lose all that pent-up desire before I got that stiff cock in my mouth. And everywhere else he'd put it. I wanted it so bad, and had to initiate the process or it may stall out right there.

"Hey," I slid my hand back to my side, glancing at his raging hard-on. "I've got an idea. Do you want to cool off with some lemonade at my house. I just made a batch, and it's pretty good."

Bobby couldn't say "sure" fast enough. Dean nodded in assent, not fully aware what was about to happen. "Alright," I continued. "Why don't you drive my car, Bobby and I'll ride along."

"That'll work," Dean said. "I'll follow you in my car."

My pussy was dripping with anticipation as we walked to the cars in the lot. Bobby pulled out onto the main highway and Dean followed close behind. "Are you okay with all this?" I asked Bobby.

"You bet, I'm good." He seemed embarrassed and didn't quite know what to say, carefully watching the road. I reached over with my left hand and put it on his strong, muscular leg, beginning to rub slowly. Moments later, I moved my hand upward, placing it over his cock and balls. I slowly caressed and rubbed, once again feeling the hardening begin.

"Does that feel good?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"It feels great," he replied, as I forced my hand down the waistband of his trunks, pulling them down and releasing his thickening manhood and hairy balls. "Ohhh," he replied in surprise. "That even feels better." I played as it continued to harden to its full length, pulling it toward me and looking at it longingly.

"You have a very nice cock, Bobby," I cooed. He shifted slightly in the seat. "It's pretty big. Do you care if I suck it a little bit?"

"No." He couldn't seem to muster up a better reply, but that one was quite sufficient.

I leaned over and began to kiss the purple head, moving it down and put my lips fully up to the shaft on each side. He sucked inward, making a soft whistling sound. I could feel him move his upper body, looked up and saw him adjusting the rear-view mirror so he could watch as he drove. "Be careful," I whispered.

"I will," he replied hoarsely, as I put my full, red lips around the head of his cock, licking it with my tongue as it completely filled my willing mouth. He moaned and pushed his hips upward. I sucked lightly on the head of his cock. My hot, wet tongue was working overtime, lightly caressing his pee hole. He moaned even more loudly. "Oh, God," he breathed. "Do you like that," I knew the answer. "God yes," he breathed the reply more loudly.

I took even more of the thick shaft into my warm mouth, my lips fully stretched and extended and beginning to stretch even more with the smooth shaft filling my wet, willing mouth. He moaned again, as I began a slow stroking motion up and down. "Oh, god....oh shit," he was starting to pump it toward me even faster. I released his shaft and took it in my hand, examining it for the first time. It had a slight upward curvature and huge, bulging veins on each side. The crown was much larger than the shaft, tapering slightly into a smooth purple head. A true "purple headed warrior" standing proudly at attention and ready for battle! I wondered if the curve in his cock would cause it to hit my G-spot as I took it in my mouth again and stroked even more aggressively with my greedy mouth. Then stopped. I wanted to tease him into a huge load, but not until we got to my house. His cock felt so hot and my mouth felt like saliva was pouring from the corners. It felt so good, and young men just seem to have the ability to get so hard. What a fun toy to play with.

I sat up in my car seat. "Did you like that?" I knew the answer before I asked the question.

"God yes....It was awesome," he was breathing heavily, and I hoped he wouldn't drive off the road as I held his still-stiff, proud manhood in my left hand.

"Have you ever.....'done it' with a girl," I asked.

"Uh," he seemed embarrassed. "Not really."

"What's not really," I was teasing him as much as I could.

"A girl played with me....you know....one time," he said.

"Did she make you cum?"

"Yes."

"Only one time?"

"Yep." He didn't sound too anxious to talk about that one encounter. I'd have loved to known more. Patience. It'll probably come when he feels more comfortable. Right now, he's "focused." I squeezed his stiff, thick cock and tucked it neatly back in his trunks as we pulled in to my driveway. Dean parked right behind us.

Once inside, I decided to use my "best tools" to my greatest advantage. "Why don't you guys make yourself comfortable," I told them as we walked into the kitchen. I have a covered porch off the back of the house, and pointed toward that, where there was a nice, new outdoor furniture set and table. "I'll be right back, and I'll pour us some lemonade. Or would you like a beer."

"A beer sounds good to me," Dean spoke first. "I'll go with lemonade," Bobby said softly. Almost shyly. "Ok, I'll be right back," I said, leaving the room and heading for my bedroom. I wondered what they were whispering about as I walked down the hall, because I could hear them. Two young men about to venture into a sexual adventure, and they had no idea what was in store for them. And nor did I, but once again I was feeling some warm stirrings "down there." I wondered if the anticipation of sex was more exciting than the main event. Nah. It's all part of the big picture, I decided, as I disrobed in front of the mirror.

I fluffed my graying hair a bit and decided it looked fine. I applied a nice, thick coating of lipstick, until my full lips glistened, then put some dark liner on to highlight them even more. A little makeup and the effect I wanted was achieved. Almost. In the nude, and feeling very sexy, I walked into my closet and selected a cotton and polyester nightshirt I usually reserve for PJ's visits. It is a plum-colored, tight-fitting, single piece, teddy-type thing which gathers closely at my waist, but dips down for maximum cleavage, and shows off my full breasts to full advantage. I brushed it down at the waist, pulled the bottom down over my hips and assessed myself in the mirror. "Not bad." My boobs looked huge, as they always do for PJ, and swayed from side to side rather than bounced as I walked. PJ said he likes "swayers" more then bouncers anyhow. I hoped the boys felt the same. I was getting hotter by the second with the anticipation of getting to play with those young, hard bodies and stiff cocks. I knew I was getting wet, and wondered if I should put some sexy underpants on. And decided not to. I was more excited to give them a few beaver shots. My thick, dark bush was one of my best features, I thought. With a pussy dripping moisture from its soft, tingling lips, they'd take notice of that, if my plan worked. If they could take their eyes off my big tits. Young men get so hot looking at girl's titties, and a set like mine would send them into a new dimension, not that they hadn't already seen enough hanging and bursting out of my bikini top!

I grabbed a bottle of Coors Light for Dean, pouring cups of lemonade for Bobby and myself. I thought about wine, but wanted to stay as sharp as possible. The patio has two extension speakers from my stereo, so I went into the living room and turned on some mood music from a Yanni CD I just love. The mood was set, I hoped. At least I'd like the music. It always got me in the mood for some slow, hot sex. And I had a couple of young cocks anxious to do it with me. But I had to tease a little more.

"Here you guys go," I made a point of swaying my big bosom out the sliding door and onto the patio, and handed them their drinks as the soft music wafted over the patio and the hot afternoon air. I could feel sweat forming in tiny rivulets, running down my neck and chest and into my deep valley. It WAS hot, but it was going to get a lot hotter. I reached up and turned on the ceiling fan, knowing as my arms went up, my nightie would pull up, revealing some of my huge bush. I glanced down as I pulled the cord. They were both looking directly at my crotch. "Whooops....sorry, didn't mean to do that," I lied and sat down, taking a sip from my glass.

We talked about what they were doing over the summer, sports and where they were going to school. Dean said he had a partial football scholarship to a junior college in Hobbs, NM. Bobby was going to try to "walk-on," whatever that means, as a basketball player at New Mexico State. At the other end of the state. He was leaving in another month to work out with the team, then would start school full-time.

Finally, girls came up. "Do you guys have girlfriends?" I asked coyly, as if it mattered at that moment.

"Nah.....," Bobby halted. "Well, I did, I guess. Not anymore. She wanted me to be with her all the time. I just couldn't do that."

"How about you, Dean?"

"Nope. I'm all about sports. That's gonna get me through school. Girls don't seem to like me that much, or maybe I just don't pay attention to them. Not sure."

"Have you ever had sex with a girl?" I decided boldness wasn't a bad idea, looking at Dean as I asked.

He hesitated, "Nope." I already knew Bobby's answer.

"Do you want to have sex with me?"

They both looked toward one another. "Both of us?" Bobby asked.

"Sure, why not....we can be creative. Would you like to dance?" I continued to stare into Bobby's eyes. "Yeah...of course."

We stood and he took me in his long arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, locking them tightly, and pressed my breasts against his chest. "Can you take your shirt off?" I ordered more than asked. "Sure." And he did. I pressed harder against him. He wasn't a particularly good partner, so I led more than I usually do with PJ. Dean watched intently. It was very sensuous-feeling to have his chest pressing against me. I moved one hand down to his small buttocks and began caressing them slowly as we swayed from side to side. "That feel good?" I asked. "You bet," I could feel his long, stiffening cock pressing against my lower stomach. I pressed against it, trapping it between our bodies. It was as hard as it was in the car when I was sucking on it. I knew I had to prolong this encounter for all it was worth, because two 18 year old boys were going to shoot cum all over the place as soon as their stiff cocks found a warm spot in my love nest. And that was getting very warm. Very warm. My whole body was tingling with anticipation, but I just had to tease some more.

"Bobby, I'm going to pull your trunks off. Is that okay?" I knew the answer would be yes as I started pulling. His proud cock sprung out, hitting me in the stomach. The head was swollen and appeared even bigger than it looked in the car. I reached down and fondled it in my hand. "It's beautiful, Bobby. Beautiful." I brushed my hand up and down over the entire shaft. He wasn't as huge as some I'd seen recently, but I guessed I had my hands full of about 9" of thick cock. It felt like I had ahold of a golden rod, because it was a new, wonderful, undiscovered treasure. Well, almost undiscovered, but it had never found its way into a warm, soft pussy. The cock he was sporting was as thick as I'd ever seen, with large, purple veins bulging from the sides. It was an impressive weapon.

"Dude," Dean said, "I never knew your dick was that big!" Bobby just nodded and pressed against my warm and willing body. His cock rubbed my against my nightie. "Do you want me to take this off, Bobby?" I started pulling it up and he helped until it came over my head and I threw it on the patio table. I immediately pressed my huge chest against his. "How does that feel?" He just moaned....speechless. "Have you ever had a woman's breasts against you?" "No." He was starting to breath harder and his cock pressed harder into my flesh. I reached down and touched it, putting my hand around it, or nearly so, because me fingers couldn't meet my thumb. Damn, I thought, this thing is really thick. And wonderful to play with. I was tingling with a warmth I don't remember ever feeling. I felt totally in control. I stroked his big manhood for a few seconds and looked toward Dean as I pushed down and put the head between my legs. I could immediately feel the curvature pressing against the soaking lips of my eager pussy. They felt like they enveloped the top of his hard manhood, but could never get around it. Not until it was inside my willing body. I was so hot, I didn't know how I could hold back. I put my hand under his cock and pressed upward, feeling more lubrication from my slippery cunt leaking out, onto my hand and onto his hard cock. God I was wet, but I knew it would only help me when my pussy took a gulp of that thick boy tool.

"This is fun, Bobby." "Yeah," he breathed, pressing his body even tighter against me. I looked over at Dean. He had his hard cock out, in his hand, and was stroking it slowly in anticipation. He wasn't as long as Bobby, but his cock looked like a beer can. The thickness of it and the huge head was unimaginable. Much thicker than Bobby's, and that worried me a little. Would it fit? It looked much thicker at the base than the head, which was actually somewhat smaller and tapered almost to a point. Every cock is different, I'd discovered, and Dean's was very interesting to look at.

With Bobby's cock nestled between my legs, I was starting to feel some strong stirrings in my crotch. I placed my hand under his cock and put a little more upward pressure on it. The thick shaft touched my wet clit and I felt a shudder in my body. Did he feel it too? Didn't matter. I was quickly going over the edge. I moved my hips back and forth slowly and felt my first one coming. It was different than others. It came to me slowly, and when it hit, it crashed on me in waves. Wave after wave of warmth washed over my entire body. And continued to come. My legs tightened around that thick piece of meat and my hand pressed harder, pushing it tightly against my wet clit. All motion stopped between us, except that incredible movement between our engorged sex organs. I heard him moan, and at the exact moment that my climax hit, felt the head of his cock thicken even more, then burst forth with a huge jet of semen. Then another. I could feel it gushing out of the head of his cock and hitting my legs. And running down the insides of my legs like a little river. Then another shot out. And more. As my orgasm diminished, but still "in the glow" and lovey-feeling, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. Cum continued to ooze from the tip as I sucked it out with willingness and lust. He groaned as my glistening lips encircled him, pushing as much of his hard cock into my wet mouth as would fit. His hands tightened around my head and pulled me toward him. I felt like a wanton slut, but his warm cock was like a huge gift to my mouth and tongue. I used my tongue to push it from one side to the other, lathering it with saliva.

Dean was watching patiently. When I got on my knees to suck Bobby, Dean stood and moved toward us, his short, thick cock in his hand. He appeared to be about 6", but the thickness was about half again as much as Bobby's. An incredible tool. Hard as a piece of fine wood and sticking straight out from a hairy crotch. I reached for it and he released his grip. He'd taken his trunks off, but had left his shirt hanging over his shoulders. With one hand, I massaged his thick manhood, and his muscular stomach and chest with the other. Bobby's cock was still in my mouth. It must have been quite a sight. One boy with his long, thick cock in my mouth. Another with my hands ravishing him. Bobby began to soften and pulled out of my wet mouth. I swallowed and enjoyed the salty taste of his thick semen as it coursed down my throat. Now, he was a part of me, and I relished the feeling.

Dean moved closer, his cock in my face, twitching and ready. I opened my mouth and licked the tip. What an interesting shape. The head was half the size of Bobby's, but the shaft was almost half again as thick. Men's cocks are simply fascinating.

I looked up at Dean, whose eyes met mine. Longingly. I knew what he wanted, but I wanted to tease him. I had complete control and was enjoying every second. I nibbled on the head of his cock, licking the slit and feeling the softness of his velvety crown in my red lips. I knew he was watching closely, and also knew men love seeing a set of red lips on their cock. So I played, nibbled and played some more. Dean moaned and pushed forward, trying to impale my mouth with his meaty cock. I anticipated it and moved back, again looking up at his pleading eyes. He wanted to cum right there and then. No waiting. But, I also knew I hadn't had my "big one," so I wanted to tantalize my dripping cunt even more. And I wanted to feel that extremely thick cock in my body, with his muscular chest against mine.

My entire body was covered with a film of sweat. Dean's small hands reached down and cradled my breasts, rubbing the underside. I reached up and touched his balls and slipped more of his cock into my waiting lips. It was too thick to get more than about three inches inside, and my lips stretched to their max with sweet pain. I tongued it for a few moments and he moaned, grabbing my head and trying to force more inside my wet mouth. I couldn't handle it.

"Come here, baby," I cooed and moved back to the chaise lounge with his cock in my hand, pulling him toward me. As my butt hit the cushion, I reclined on my back, and opened my legs. I didn't need to pull to tell him what I wanted, and where I wanted it. Right then.

Dean lowered his body onto mine, balancing his weight with his strong, muscular arms. The tip of his cock touched my sopping lips and clit, as I felt an electric shock course through my entire body. "Ohhh, baby...." I cooed again. "You're gonna like this...come to mamma." He was patient and slow, apparently knowing his size could do some damage if used carelessly. And he was quite careful. The small tip slipped into my love cavern easily. Then I felt a little more resistance. But I didn't care. I wanted it all. Now it was his turn to tease. How could an 18 year old boy know what a woman wanted? He slipped an inch or two in and pulled it back. Then in and back again. "Please.....give it to me.....c'mon baby....I want that big dick in me...NOW," I was moaning and begging for it. He slipped in a few more inches and pulled back. "Oh my god....it's so big," I almost cried with pleasure. My cunt was enveloping his thickness and he slammed the rest in, his pubic bone hammering against my clit. I arched my hips and back to meet him. He pulled back and then slowly forward again. "C'mon....gimme that big dick....make me cum you young stud...I want it in my pussy. Put it all in....I can't take it." I could feel a climax building, and knew it probably wouldn't be too long for him either.

Dean was wonderful. He increased his strokes with my breathing. I cupped my breast and he put his tongue on one nipple, then the other. More electric shocks. I was getting close. "Give it to me baby....give it to me hard," I was almost screaming. He pumped in and out faster, each inward stroke touching my clit and sending shockwaves through my entire body. I was on fire with lust. I wanted to cum with that thick piece of sausage in my smoking-hot, dripping cunt.

And then I felt it coming. No waves this time, just the beginnings of an earthquake. It started in my toes, shot to my head, back to my crotch, to my clit, and radiated through my entire body. His thick cock stroked faster, as a huge orgasm enveloped me with an intensity I couldn't remember ever feeling before. "Oh my god," I shrieked, hoping the neighbors weren't listening. But I didn't care, with the lust of the moment. It was huge, and kept coming and coming. It probably lasted 15 seconds, but it felt like an eternity. My hips rose and my back arched to receive all of that thick, hard cock I could get into my body. "Oh fuck, oh shit....." The intensity was exploding my brain and I was seeing fireworks, stars and rockets in my mind. And as the stars flashed in my brain, I felt Dean slam into me full-force. I knew my inner muscles were squeezing that thick piece of manly meat as hard as they could. It was totally involuntary, but amazing. He groaned as he came. "Oh...oh....oh god, there it is. Oh Jesus, I'm cumming...oh...oh." Each "oh" represented a jet of his warm jism, and I could feel the first shots hitting the back of my vagina. Then he jerked forward with a final "Ohhh," as he finished cumming.

"Come up here, honey. Let me suck it some more," I motioned him toward my mouth with my index finger. He put the tip in my mouth and I licked more oozing cum from his cock onto my tongue, looking down at it and savoring my bounty. It was thick, off-white, but clear and cloudy at the same time. I could feel the rest of his huge load leaking out of my still-tingling pussy lips onto the lounge chair. And didn't care if there was a stain. This had been some of the best sex I'd ever experienced in my 55 years. Combined, the boys didn't match my age. With three of them, nearly, but Jose had gone home. I was quite content. It worked for me.

Later, we dressed and talked. It was generally agreed we could never top what we'd done that afternoon, but also agreed to try something "interesting" later in the summer. "Leona," Bobby said sheepishly. "Yes dear," I turned toward him. "Sometime, can I bring my boy Moose over?" I wasn't ready for that. "Who is this Moose," I asked. "He's a pretty big guy, and he's supposed to have the biggest dick in school." I thought for a moment. "We'll see."

Dean left through the front door, and I motioned for Bobby to stay for a moment. "Did you enjoy yourself, honey?" "God, yes. It was awesome." "Good," I cooed into his ear. "Can you come over tomorrow to do some more trimming in the back yard." I reached down and cupped his package in my hand, lightly squeezing it. I wanted to feel that upwardly curving cock in my pussy. "Uh, sure, I suppose. Let me see what's going on with.....nah, I'll be here." And he was.