Some say a woman reaches her sexual peak at age 35; others say it’s at age 26. But I’m far older than both of those ages, and I can tell you, I’m having the best phone sex and best actual sex of my life right now! Older women aren’t as uptight about their appearances as younger women, but even so, I know I have a bod that most younger gals would die for, and I have the skills in the bedroom to go with it. And if I ever need a reminder of that, I just find a willing partner to remind me.
I went out for Karaoke and wings at my favorite bar this past weekend, and there I met Ethan. He was young, had just finished his first year of college, built for the game of football he played, and was looking to find a gal to spend the evening with. After hearing me sing and watching me devour my wings unabashedly, he decided I was his lady.
I took him home with me. He’d been out working all weekend, doing the jobs his parents had stored up while he was at school – mowing the lawn, weeding the garden, etc. So I started by pulling out the baby oil, laying him down, and massaging his muscles. When I got to his ass, I didn’t stop at the outside, but slipped a finger in his unexpecting asshole, which clearly surprised him, because he started to sit up. I told him to lie down again, which he did, and I continued in further.
Ethan started moaning, and I pulled my finger out and had him roll over. I started massaging his hairy chest, arms, legs, and then moved to his cock, which had softened during the massage. But then when I touched his cock with my oil-slickened hands, it stood right up again. I grabbed it with both hands and started stroking it with long, steady, slick strokes, then reached down and gave the same treatment to his balls underneath. When he began whimpering, I slid my finger back into his ass, and he jumped half a foot off the floor.
When I reached in high enough to hit his prostate, that was the final straw for him. He came, right then, shooting his hot load of cum right up into my face. I tried to catch his salty seed, but I’m afraid I missed a lot of it, and it went all over my face.
The good thing about young men, however, is that they have stamina, and in a jounce, he was up for round two. Between both of us having oil-slickened bodies by that point, and me with my dripping wet baby-smooth pussy, fucking was hot and long and easy. That was far more satisfying for both of us!
Mature phone sex can lead to all kinds of naughty scenarios. I’m that sexy MILF neighbor that you’ve always wanted to get to know better so you could come over and have an excuse to fuck. Well, I’m here, ready to talk whenever you please, dear boy.
For instance, I had one boy come over to visit the other day. He was very nervous, you know, didn’t know what to do with his hands. Well, those hands ended up all over me, stroking my breasts, between my legs, then finger-fucking my hot wet cunt.
When he took off his pants, though, he had the tiniest cock I’d ever seen! I laughed, but I told him to lay down anyway. He was still anxious, but I got him on his back, and that shy little virgin boy got a world-class blowjob from a grown, mature woman. I sucked his little cock with all the experience of my many years, and he didn’t know what luck he’d been blessed with that day.
Eventually, I let him fuck me. His young, itty-bitty cock had a hard time finding its way into my waiting pussy, but eventually he found his way in. It was such a TINY little cock, though, and I barely felt it, but I let him fuck me anyway, because even virgin boys need to have their cherries popped, as it were, and who better than the neighborhood teacher?
When we were done, he said it was the best phone sex he’d ever had.
It was Mother’s Day this weekend (as you should know), so I got to play Mommy to one of my neighbors, Timmy. He told me a few weeks ago that he likes a nice hairy wet pussy, so instead of keeping it neatly trimmed, I let it all grow out.
Timmy loved it. He said it looked so yummy that he wanted to eat it, so he did, and he munched away at my hairy cunt for a good long while.
But mostly he wanted to fuck it. So after eating me out for a while, I climbed on top of him and rode him while he stared at my fuzzy fuckhole.
We had a great Mother’s Day!
Exhibitionist sex will generally get you nabbed by the police! That’s why I went out, dressed in my police outfit, to deter the cops from stopping these fine people from doing what they love to do.
But when I saw what people were doing, my cooch started to hurt in sympathy!
Fucking on the beach! With all that sand? Ouch! Just look at some of these videos of some of the people I saved from the worst brush burns they could ever encounter!
Good thing Police Woman Whitney is here to save the day!
I was outside today doing some yardwork when a shadow fell over me. I looked up to see my neighbor Pete and another gentleman standing there. Pete asked if I could use some help weeding my garden, and I said, Sure, why not? Pete introduced me to his friend Hank, and the two of them helped me out for about a half hour, which was much less time than it would have taken me if I was doing it myself!
When we were done, I invited the boys into my house for some lemonade. Pete confessed that he and Hank had been inside next door watching me, and they couldn’t help but come over and see if they could be of assistance. I said they could be of assistance with my clothing right now, if they wanted. Soon all three of us were naked, and I had two cocks in me, one on either end!
The fun went on for hours, with first one fucking me, then the other, in my pussy, my ass, and my mouth. Definitely a delightful way to end a day of chores!
It was cold this winter, and we got plenty of snow and ice. Recently, it’s been getting warmer, which has been nice. And we’ve also had a lot of days going back and forth between freezing cold and blustery one day, then warming the next! I had a lot of fun on one springy day this past Saturday.
Thursday and Friday, we got hit with a ton of snow. Friday during the day, some of Thursday night’s snow began melting a little bit and forming ice, which then froze again on Friday night. Then Saturday came, with slightly warmer weather, but with all of the snow melting and all of the melt running off of the rooftops turning into icicles over the course of the cool but windless day. Still, it felt warm outside, so I was out there, enjoying the day on my porch.
I was in a skirt, enjoying the breeze, and I began watching the icicles as they were dripping and forming and dripping some more. I looked at how long they were, how wet, and how… rod-like. How straight. How phallic. I wondered how one would feel between my pussy lips. The more I wondered, the more I wanted to know, and the hotter and wetter I got.
First, I just started by shifting about and rubbing myself as I sat on the porch, through the skirt, but that was unsatisfying. Before long, I’d reached my hand up under my skirt and had pushed my little thong aside, probing my fingers into my hot pussy, aching to feel the touch of something. But it wasn’t my fingers I wanted. It was the feel of that hard, cold shaft of ice that was dripping before my eyes.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer, and I got up, grasped the thickest icicle I saw hanging from my porch roof, and reclined back down into my chair. I hiked up my skirt and slipped that rigid, rippled, slippery rod into my aching wet opening. The first kiss of ice against the heat of my flesh sent a tremendous shiver throughout me, but soon, all I was doing was shoving it in further and further.
The icicle was melting as I was fucking myself with it, but it didn’t matter – I was hot and horny and furious with the fucking, and I pounded that piece of ice into my pussy. I came, gushing out ice water and pussy juice all over my skirt and my chair and my porch floor, where I knew it would just end up freezing in the cold weather. The icicle was nothing more than a nub, and I just left it inside me to melt completely. Definitely, a fun way to pass a mid-morning on a cool spring day.
You don’t really need an excuse to go out drinking on St. Paddy’s Day. After all, as they say in that fantastic movie The Boondock Saints, “It’s St. Paddy’s Day! Everyone’s Irish tonight!” Well, I’m not really Irish, but I wanted to make sure that before I went out drinking, I had a little Irish in me.
So I invited a couple of the neighborhood boys, good Irish lads, over for some pre-Paddy’s drinks.
Oh, sure, we had some good Irish whiskey to start things off, but soon I was wanting to taste something else. I told them that I feared the “Irish Inch”, and that I wanted to make sure they had something nice and big for me to feast upon. Both of them proudly whipped out their cocks, and there was nothing for it but I had to measure them, both in girth and length, using only my mouth as the gauge. I swallowed first one, then the other, seeing which one was longer, and which one was stouter. It was a close call, but after much sampling, much measuring, and much tasting, I declared that Ryan was a little bit longer, and Sean was a little bit thicker.
At that point, I told them how I needed to make sure that I had to have some Irish in me so that I could go out drinking tomorrow night. Since Sean was thicker, I asked that he be the first one to plow into me from behind so I could work on deeply sucking Ryan’s longer cock. The boys seemed to enjoy that for a while, and I certainly did, but eventually I had them change positions.
After switching it up a bit, we settled so that I had Ryan fucking my ass and Sean pounding my pussy. I came so hard that I squirted all over everything, soaking them and the sofa we were on. Eventually, they pulled out and came all over my mouth and tits. So I got my dose of Irish for the year from my two big Leprechauns, and I’m all set to go drinking tomorrow!
When I was just a little girl, I told my mother just what I’d be: a teacher. I wanted to grow up to learn things, then teach them to young men and women. But being a little girl, I firmly believed that boys were stupid, so I said I would grow up to mostly teach boys.
My mother just laughed, and said that I could want to be whatever I wanted, and whatever I’d be, I’d be.
That was many years ago, and look at me now – teaching all the men in my neighborhood how to fuck a woman properly! I teach them what it’s like to be with a real woman who has years of experience pleasing men, and they’re taught what it’s like to receive grade-A blowjobs from the sexiest MILF in town!
I make it my duty to ensure that every boy in town properly knows how to fuck his girl’s brains out. He doesn’t pass my course until he causes me to scream loud enough that I rattle the windows.
Unfortunately, so many young men are treated poorly to begin with, and they’ve never had a proper fucking the way they need it, either. And so, I tend to spend a lot of time with many of my students in “remedial studies.”
How would you like to enroll in some evening courses with me? You’ve always had a thing for Teacher, haven’t you?
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