My name is Dawn and I am 30 years of age. I have a seven-year old-son, which is just about the time I've been married.
All my life my favourite pastime has been swimming, that's the main reason why I have always kept such a good figure, and, even though I say it myself, I really do have a good firm bust, a trim body and nice legs.
Anyway, ever since my son was about four, I've always taken him along to our local swimming baths for lessons. That is where I first met my young lover Dave. He started at the baths on the instruction staff about three months ago - something to do with one of those Government training schemes to get young people off the dole and the unemployment figures down.
Dave must be one of the finest swimmers I've ever had the good fortune to meet - he honestly is like a fish in the water. I've never liked to ask too many questions of Dave. He's not white skinned, but he's not black skinned either - a sort of light brown in between - anyway, somewhere down the line there is mixed blood in his makeup. But oh my word he is very, very attractive.
Compared with my husband, James, who is a bit of a prude, I class myself as being quite liberal. Enough that I'm the one who reads men's magazines while he'd rather read a novel. He won't have them in the house and so I go over to my married sister. From reading them, in particular, the readers wives stories, I discovered that there must be an awful lot of men in this world with cocks that are much, much bigger than the only one I've ever known in my life - James's. He's about five inches hard. And, to be perfectly frank, that is why I fell for young 18-year-old Dave.
The very first time I set eyes on him it was patently obvious that, to use a phrase often quoted in men's magazines, he was ‘hung like a horse'. Honestly, the bulge in his swimming trunks was mind-boggling. It's not that he goes around flaunting it - he just can't avoid doing so - he's got far too much to hide.
Oh the times I've come home from the baths, and all I could think of was Dave and his bulge. Silly, I know, but that's how I used to think of him. ‘Dave and his bulge'. It reached the stage where I used to daydream about him, especially after a frustrating session between the sheets with James, and nowadays they are all frustrating sessions.
I'd take myself to the bathroom afterwards to wash out my husband's spunk. While I was there, I would imagine myself with young Dave in the filthiest situation possible. Up on all fours, me on top riding Dave's long thick dick.
I doubt if anything would ever have happened between us if James and I hadn't gone to this dinner dance, a couple of weeks before Xmas - well, Dave was there wasn't he.
James's dancing is a bit like his lovemaking. NBG (No Bloody Good). I don't get the chance to go to many dances, so when I do l go to enjoy myself, and that means having a drink or two, or three. Well, young Dave got me up for a dance. James couldn't care less who I danced with, so long as it wasn't himself. So I ended up having quite a lot of dances with Dave, and as the night went on and we had more to drink, we began to get more and more intimate. Just before ten when the dance ended, Dave was quite blatantly pawing my ass and tits. I was too far gone to care as I rubbed myself against his ‘horse's' cock. I was randy and sexy as hell.
There was nothing I could do about it there and then. So I thought about Xmas, and Xmas day afternoon and early evening in particular. You see, every Xmas day James takes my son over to see his parents - that's at about 2pm after we've had our lunch. I never go - I don't get on with my in-laws for a number of reasons. For one thing, they are a couple of snobs. They think their son married beneath him, and they think I deliberately got myself pregnant by James so that I could marry him.
So, I have lovely Xmas afternoons watching the box with my feet up, a bottle of drink and a box of chocolates. I didn't do that this Xmas though. Oh no. Just before the dance had ended I suggested to Dave to call round at about 3pm, just to be on the safe side. Just to let him know what he was coming round for, I stroked his warm firm cock through his trousers.
Right on three, I saw Dave coming up the garden path. I was at the door to let him in before he'd even rung the bell. I was a new woman that day - a side to me that I never imagined existed - there is just one description to use, I was like a bitch on heat.
Thinking back, what surprised me more than anything else was that I didn't just drift into adultery. Oh no. I galloped headlong into it. I flung myself into his arms the moment he walked through the door. Of course, I was ready for him. I was not wearing my bra, or panties, but stockings, painted fingernails, stilettos, unswept hair, makeup and, of course, perfume.
I don't know why I bothered wearing my little blue mini dress as he had it off me in about two seconds during our very first kiss while he was thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. I felt his hands stroking my naked ass cheeks, and I could feel his huge hard-on throbbing inside his jeans. He was pulling up my dress and I was raising my arms above my head and then the rustle as the mini dress fell to the floor.
He was pushing me backwards along the hall ‘til I felt the table at the top of my thighs, he had a knee between mine and was pushing them apart. Then he was on his knees at my feet and I cried out his name as I felt his lips on my cunt. My honey blonde thatch was clipped into a neat, tight little triangle, and the fact that I was a true natural blonde seemed to really arouse him. James had never given me head, so I was trembling like a leaf as Dave's hard tongue worked its way through my pubes to lick up my escaping juices, tease my blood engorged lips and suck and tease my clit.
I was wet, very wet, and his face was soon covered with my cunt juices as he lapped furiously at my pussy. I gripped the edge of the table as I felt my orgasm rising. Suddenly, he thrust his tongue deep into my pussy. That was all it took to send me over the top. I threw my head back and shrieked as I felt my love juices flooding his face. I hadn't had an orgasm like that before, not even in the heyday of my marriage.
After a moment or two, when I had finally come down from the cloud I had been floating on, Dave drew himself up. Taking his hand, I pulled him into the lounge. I sat on the end of the settee and watched, almost drooling, as he undressed. He had a wonderful body, with broad muscular shoulders, and a deep chest; a slim waist and neck, and big powerful thighs and all over he was this lovely nutty brown colour like a very deep tan. But, much as I gloried over his physique, it was when he slipped off his pants that my heart skipped a beat. His cock hung to mid thigh like a long thick sausage over two large hairy balls. I reached for him and he moved to me. As I stroked and squeezed his lovely warm cock he grew and swelled and hardened into an erection that lived up to my wildest dreams.
Now it was my turn to drop to my knees and take his massive shaft in my two hands; he was that thick. I started to lick and tongue it. The ridge was immense.
"Oh, Dave, it's enormous, how big is it?" I panted.
He had his fingers in my hair, cradling my head. "Ten inches, just a little over and it's all for you, all for you" he said, smiling.
After that, I couldn't wait to suck him off and taste his warm sweet cum. I kissed it first, all the way down from tip to base and then all the way back again until it glistened with my lipstick. Then I took it into my mouth. I don't know how I managed, but I did. Every inch of the whole engorged shaft between my lips, over my tongue and right down my throat. Despite his length and girth, I managed to avoid gagging as the bulbous head slipped back and forth, in and out of my throat.
Dave didn't last long. I sucked harder and harder. He grasped my head and started to ram his cock into my mouth. He was literally fucking my mouth as if it were my pussy. At first, I started to get scared, and then he was cumming. It was hot and thick and came in jet after jet that went on hitting the back of my throat. There was so much of it that I started to gag. It was filling my cheeks and started oozing out of my mouth. I felt a drop of it on my chin, and then another on my breast, still he was spurting. I leaned my head back and it started to go down my throat. It had a sweet and salty taste to it. I looked up at him and smiled appreciatively as I swallowed every single drop of his warm cum.
Then he pulled his cock from my lips and oh the wonder of it. To my welcome surprise, not only was he still as large as ever but he was also still rock hard.
Moments later, he was pulling me onto the floor and stretching me out on my back. I felt my toes curl when he started to kiss and fondle me and I gloried in his brown hands on my white, pink tipped breasts and his lips as he sucked and licked and kissed my aching nut hard nipples. And all the time I was playing and stroking his warm firm cock.
He moved between my thighs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He bent down and for some long pleasurable moments, I relished in the warm sensations of Dave's masterful tongue as it flicked up and down my cunt. ‘Where's he going,' I subsequently wondered, when I felt Dave's warm moist tongue drift lower. Then it was on my asshole teasing my knot. ‘Good job I had the sense to have a shower beforehand,' I minded myself, as I gave into the pinprick sensations of my ass being rimmed.
After that, he drew his flattened out tongue back up my wet crease, just in time to catch the tears of my juices as they oozed from me. "God, you're voracious," I said, just before he moved up and sucked on my distended clit.
"Oh yes, more, Dave, make me cum, please," I cried out, agonisingly. When my dam burst, I bucked my hips at him. He held me to him as he licked my clit fervently.
As it washed over me, he was kissing my belly, then his mouth was at my tits again.
I reached the stage where I couldn't take much more of his foreplay, I felt another orgasm building up. I so wanted, needed, even, to have him inside me when I came. I grabbed his cock, roughly almost, and pulled it to my aching cunt. "Please, Dave please, now, fuck me now!" I begged.
With one powerful thrust he was up me to the hilt of his massive rod. In total wonder and amazement I looked down between my parted thighs and saw him fucking his monster cock in and out of me.
He thrust harder, deeper. I was very wet and I could hear my cunt slurping all the time he fucked his long thick coffee coloured cock into me. He pumped me faster and faster still. I cried out that I was cumming once more, and then, as I felt his steaming spunk erupt deep inside me, the most shattering climax of my life tore through me.
I held Dave to me as my orgasm crested through my body. I kissed him long and deep. Oh, the wonder of youth. His cock was still hard as it continued to pump more of his warm seed into my belly.
He rolled off me and we kissed softly as I lay cuddled into the crook of his arm. His cock was lying across my belly and I started to play with it, easing back the foreskin to reveal the glistening purple head, it was wet with a combined cocktail of his sticky cum and my own juices. Dave had lit a fire inside me, one I never knew I had and I didn't want it to go out. I leaned down to lick it. I enshrouded his cock with my lips and mouth until the velvety textured tip was touching the back of my throat. I squeezed his cock at the base as I slid my lips up and down and slathered my tongue around his shaft. I moaned as I saw the veins stand out and it began to quiver in my fingers. Seconds later it was throbbing and then it was stood up, proud from his belly, like a massive brown club.
Then I did something I'd always wanted to do to James but he would never let me. I whispered to Dave to roll over onto his back and then I sat astride him. I placed the tip of his wonderful cock at the entrance of my soaking wet pussy, and then very slowly I took his solid rod into me, inch by pleasurable inch. His hands came up to grab at my full, ripe and swinging breasts. I raised my body and lowered it, raised and lowered, each stroke getting longer and more pleasurable.
"Oh yes, more, like that," I cried out, joyously, whenever the head of his cock slid over my sweet spot. That was another welcome difference between Dave and James.
I could feel my cunt muscles gripping and then releasing and it was so wonderful. Again I was close to orgasm.
Dave's hands suddenly left my breasts and he had one on each of my buttocks. For a short while we went wild, he was thrusting up as I rammed my cunt down, almost piston fucking me with his long thick dick. I was soon screaming out my coming orgasm and yet again he was spurting his warm cum deep inside my belly.
I lay heavy across him, my breasts were mashed flat against his chest. We kissed softly and then I eased myself off his cock and once more lay by his side. And still his cock was bigger than James's had ever been.
As we kissed and whispered sweet nothings to one another I could feel his spunk starting to seep from my cunt. I reached down and took some of it on my fingers then put my fingers into my mouth. Then I ran my palms up and down his cock and licked them too. He leaned across me and I felt his fingers in my cunt. He blew me a kiss and rubbed our mixed juices into my breasts and nipples. Then he kissed my nipples. I started to want him once more. I stroked his cock and incredibly it was rising again.
Once again, that wonderful afternoon he did something to me that my husband had never done. He rolled me onto my stomach and pulled me up until I was on all fours. My ass was up in the air and my cunt was completely exposed ready for him to mount me doggy style.
And mount me he did. I was so full of cock that I started to come at his first thrust. He was incredibly deep. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit with each forceful stroke. I could feel his belly hairs at my backside - he had his hands on my hips. Oh, how he filled me with his cock. He fucked me roughly, almost. His cock was going in and out like a piston in my belly and then again he was pumping and spunking and I put my head back and screamed in ecstasy.
"Wow! How good are you," I exclaimed afterwards. I took a while, but I finally withdrew myself from him. I milked every morsel of cum from young Dave, and then took him to the bathroom with me to have a shower.
After I had soaped and washed his cock, I couldn't resist kneeling down and sucking his long thick brown cock. It rose to my attention. I placed my hands on Dave's thighs, and even as the warm water cascaded onto my body, some of it flicking my nipples, I worked my mouth and lips back and forth along his warm firm shaft. I tasted him for the second time. Again there was quite a lot of it. I swallowed what I could manage and let the excess drool from my lips. Finished, I stood up, smiled at Dave, and said, merry Christmas. That long afternoon with Dave was certainly the best Christmas present I had ever received.
We have never made love since. I want to, of course, but if there had only been James to consider I know I wouldn't have any qualms at all. There is, however, my son to consider, but oh, the temptation each time I see Dave at the baths, and I see that bulge and the longing is there for days.
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