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HELENThat evening, Helen sat on her patio with a glass of wine, watching the azure Caribbean sky turn luscious shades of pink and mauve. Despite the spectacular beauty before her, her mind was distracted by thoughts of Devon, her husband, the past, present, and future. To a degree, her feelings reminded her of the emotional tribulations of her youth, when her entire world depended on the affections of some boy. She was chagrined at the thought that nothing had changed – she was forty years older; however, the object of her feelings and desires was, at twenty-two, still really just a boy, a young man at best.That evening, as she lay in bed, Helen self-pleasured herself to several intense orgasms, her mind’s eyes fixed on the image of Devon’s nude body on the beach earlier that day, the huge, powerful-looking phallus between his thighs.She could not know that, on the other side of the island, Devon lay in bed also, stroking his eleven-inch erection with both hands to thoughts of the silver-haired object of his desire.—The next afternoon, Helen took a taxi and did some shopping unescorted in Road Town. She looked smart in a short, bright yellow summer dress, open-toed Bottega Veneta sandals, Prada sunglasses, and floppy Eugenia Kim hat.After doing a little window-shopping and exploring some of the charming cobblestone streets, with their brightly-coloured houses, she stopped off at the local chemist. Standing before the selection of sunscreens, her eyes wandered slightly to the right to the array of condoms and sexual lubricants. Removing her sunglasses, Helen did a quick survey of her aisle to make sure no one was looking before scanning the different offerings. A box of condoms advertised as “The largest condoms on the market” caught her attention. Lost in thought for a moment, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and placed three boxes in her basket. No sooner had she done that when she heard a female voice behind her. Startled, she turned to face a pretty young salesgirl of about Devon’s age wearing a chemist uniform.”Can I be of any assistance, madam?” she asked politely.Embarrassed and caught off guard, Helen could only manage a stammering, vague response.”Those are the largest condoms available,” said the young girl, having spotted the boxes of condoms in Helen’s basket. “They’re nine-and-a-half inches long and three inches wide,” she added matter-of-factly, adding, “We don’t sell too many of that brand, as you might expect.”Helen lowered her voice. “Do you have anything in a larger size?” she asked in close to a whisper.”I’m afraid not,” answered the woman, clearly intrigued.”But they do … stretch.””Can I suggest a lubricant as well?” continued the young girl trying to be helpful to her older client. “There are three types of sexual lubricant that can make …. penetration easier for both partners — water-based, silicone, and oil. I don’t recommend an oil-based lubricant, they can cause yeast infections, but water-based and silicone lubes are quite good. Helen placed three bottles of one of the silicone lubes in her basket.”Thank you so much, you’ve been very helpful,” said Helen.The young girl smiled.Her embarrassment not quite done, Helen proceeded to the check-out, where the woman behind the counter cast a quick, surprising look at the three boxes of extra-extra-large size condoms and three bottles of sexual lubricant in her basket.That evening, she couldn’t get her mind off Devon’s invitation to Nathan’s party. Though it had been the right thing to do, she wrestled with feelings of regret for having recommended they see less of each other. In truth, she felt like a silly schoolgirl, pining for her handsome, impossibly well-endowed young Casanova.Sitting alone on her deck with her laptop, a dusting of luminescent stars just beginning to come into focus above her head, Helen did a bit of online sleuthing of women’s health sites. Searching “sex with a huge penis,” she came across a link to an article entitled, “How to Fearlessly Navigate a Giant Penis.” She studied the contents of the article intently.After a short walk to clear her head, she sat on the end of her bed, her iPhone in her hand. With a deep breath, she hit send on the text she’d just carefully considered.”How’s my sexy chauffeur this evening?” read Helen’s message.No sooner had she sent it when Devon’s response arrived.”Missing his incredibly sexy new best friend,” was the response.Helen smiled before bahis şirketleri taking a moment to ponder her next move.”Does that invitation to be your date tonight still stand?” She tapped with trembly fingertips.”Of course, it does,” texted Devon. “I’ll pick you up at half eight. Pack a swimsuit.”Helen hurriedly prepared for her date with her young black companion. After a revivifying shower, her hair and make-up adjudged satisfactory after multiple checks and re-checks, she trimmed her pubic hair, did both sets of nails, then donned no fewer than five different outfits before settling on a form-fitting one-strap blue cocktail dress. Before squeezing herself into her snug dress, she’s placed droplets of Tom Ford Black Orchid perfume into the large cups of her lacy bra as well as the gusset of her thong panties. After one final self-appraisal in her bathroom’s floor-length mirror – her only lingering concern being how large her behind looked in the tight dress — she packed a high-cut one-piece swimsuit and placed a bottle of lubricant and several condoms in her purse.”You look absolutely stunning,” gushed Devon when he picked Helen up, inspiring a beaming smile from the latter. She kissed him affectionately on the cheek as he opened the passenger side door for her, ever the attentive gentleman. Devon couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring. Inside the car, he presented his mature date with a long-stemmed rose.”Oh, you’re such a sweet darling young man,” she said tenderly, filling her nostrils with the flower’s potent fragrance. “Thank you so much.” She was genuinely touched by his romantic, chivalrous gesture.Devon looked as sexy as ever, dressed in white pants – the crotch of which looked rather over-taxed — brown leather shoes without socks, and a form-fitting polo shirt. Helen thought she might swoon.The gated grounds of Nathan’s property were lush and expansive. The colonial-style main house sat perched above an idyllic island vista of lush foliage, turquoise ocean, and white sand beaches below. A large deck traversed the entire ocean-facing side of the building.There was a large marble outdoor pool, next to which an open-air dance space had been created. Tray-carrying wait staff brought around a steady stream of appetizers and flutes of French champagne. The guests seemed to be a mix of ages and gender, but Helen was struck by the number of very attractive younger women in attendance, several milling about the pool area wearing incredibly daring thong bikinis.Nathan greeted the pair with a warm welcome. After taking Helen by the arm and introducing her to a number of the guests, Helen excused herself to visit the ladies’ room inside the main house.DEVONIn Helen’s absence, Nathan took Devon aside.”So?” he asked with a smirk. “Has she seen the monster in your pants yet?””Yes,” replied Devon, painfully aware of where the conversation was heading.”Well done, young man,” added Nathan. “I’m dying to ask, do women that age swallow? The ones who manage to wrap their lips around it, that is. And did it fit? Is a woman in her sixties still quite tight when it comes to accommodating you? I’d give anything to see the expression on women’s faces when they first set eyes on your giant weapon fully aroused.””We haven’t been intimate,” answered Devon. At the best of times, he found Nathan’s penchant for vulgarity tasteless, but in the context of Helen, he was downright repulsed by it.”We spent the day at a nude beach,” he added, noting Nathan’s perplexed look. “Quite harmless.””I see. Not a bad idea,” Nathan observed. “Give the poor dear an advanced look at what she’s in for. I must say, she does fill out that dress rather well, doesn’t she?”Happily, Nathan excused himself to take a call, and Helen returned shortly thereafter, smiling and affectionately squeezing his arm.As more guests arrived and the hour grew later, the party began to pick up the pace. When the music started, Devon and Helen hit the dance floor, working up a sweat to the eminently danceable 70s and 80s funk and soul. Devon was taken away by how good a dancer Helen was – sensual, cool, rhythmic. She looked so sexy and elegant as she moved to the beat of the music. The two of them danced for hours, taking breaks to sample hors-d’œuvre, drink champagne, and eventually engage in passionate snog sessions.”Woman, you really know how to rock a cocktail dress and a dance floor!” exclaimed two bahis firmaları very attractive young women who were dancing next to them, eliciting a laugh from Helen.Feeling emboldened, and sensing the champagne, close dancing, and party ambiance had lessened his older date’s inhibitions, Devon took Helen’s hand and led her to one of the more private outdoor sectional sofas. Reclining, their bodies intertwining together, they began kissing passionately, their tongues hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. Helen emitted sighs and whimpers as they kissed. When she placed Devon’s hand on her behind, encouraging him to grope her fleshy derriere, the young man knew that chances were good that he was finally going to get inside her panties before the night was over.Their kisses having reached a fever pitch, Devon suggested they take a break and cool off both literality and figuratively, in the huge night-lit outdoor pool.HELENIn one of the main floor bathrooms, Helen changed into her sexy, high-cut one-piece swimsuit with its slightly daring – at least for a woman her age — brazil back that left most of her behind exposed. She emerged poolside, joining the large group of guests who had had the same idea. She sat on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, waiting for her young companion to return. Several men wore speedo-style brief swimwear, while others wore box-cuts or trunks.The women tended to be clad in thong bikinis, with two brave souls doffing their swimsuits to brazenly skinny-dip in the nude.Suddenly, Helen heard Devon’s voice. “What’s the water like?” he asked, as he strode towards her across the cement. She turned and had to suppress an audible gasp. He was wearing a tight box-cut swimsuit in a stretchy black nylon-lycra material – think Daniel Craig on the beach in the James Bond movie. Normally, not a style that Helen found flattering on men, but in Devon’s case, he looked like an exotic male dancer that women would throw gobs of money at. The stretchy pouch at the front looked like it was restraining a thick anaconda.”Devon, do you need a license for that swimsuit … or maybe for what’s in it?” asked one of the giggling skinny-dippers.Devon slipped into the pool and approached, placing his hands under Helen’s arms and lifting her off the edge and into the water.They enjoyed the cool water together, a reprieve from the heat. Helen placed her arms around Devon’s neck, and they kissed, the stars filling the nighttime sky above their heads. At one point, she playfully wrapped her legs around his taut waist, the gusset of her swimsuit pressed against his abdomen.Later, having changed back into their clothes, they reclined together on the same sectional. With Devon’s head in her lap, Helen tenderly drew her hand across his cheek, toying with his ears with maternal-like softness.”I suppose you should take me home, young man,” she said.”I suppose I should,” he replied.They drove back along the ocean road, speaking infrequently, the buzz of the evening’s bliss and romance still filling their hearts.As always Devon escorted Helen to her door. She felt her heart beating in her chest as they both stepped onto the front deck.She began fumbling for her keys in her purse, her hands trembling, when she suddenly dropped her purse, the contents spilling onto the deck, including the condoms and the bottle of sexual lubrication.”Oh, good god!” she exclaimed, obviously horrified and morbidly embarrassed.Feeling her face turn crimson, Helen knelt down and frantically tried to stuff everything back into her purse. Always eager to help, Devon knelt as well, silently handing her lipstick and a ‘TheyFit G3’ brand condom.”How embarrassing,” sighed Helen.With everything returned to her purse, they both stood. Helen self-consciously swept her hair from her eyes and adjusted her tight dress, but she was momentarily quite rattled.”Thank you for an incredibly lovely evening,” she said, followed by a deep breath, her composure returning. Devon leaned forward and gave her an extended, affectionate hug.”As always, it’s me who needs to thank you. I adore your company.” Sending he was about to turn and bid her goodnight, Helen, with a quavering voice, asked the question she had fantasized about asking for some time now.”Would you like to come inside?””Very much,” he replied.Once inside, they embraced almost immediately, their mouths pressed together in wanton desire. Devon gripped Helen’s curvy kaçak bahis siteleri behind with his large hands.”Oh, darling,” she said breathlessly. “I know I’m sixty-two and you’re twenty-two, and I know I’m a married woman, but I want you desperately. But I’m afraid. It’s so big.”Devon held her face in his hands and looked intently into her beautiful green eyes.”This is more than just sex,” he said to her calmly. “This is about making love. I don’t care how old you are. We’ll take it very, very slow.” And with that, he swept her off her feet and carried her in his arms into the bedroom, setting her down gently on the edge of the king bed.Devon stood before her, kicking off his leather shoes and pulling his polo shirt over and off his rippling torso. He reached for the top button of his pants, the line of his manhood tenting the fabric halfway to his knee when Helen stopped him.”May I?” she asked timidly.”Of course,” he answered, moving closer. With fumbling fingers, Devon’s matronly companion unfastened the button of his pants and drew down the zipper. As she eased his pants and boxers over his tight buttocks and down, Devon’s rapidly swelling penis sprang into view, now thicker and longer and hanging slightly more rigidly at an angle, almost a full foot in length.”My God,” she gasped.Blushing, Helen reached out and grasped Devon’s swelling sex with her hand, gently drawing the tightening foreskin up and down.”My fingers don’t reach all the way around,” she said with an incredulous, bashful smile. Using both hands, she drew it to her face, closing her eyes, and pressing the head and shaft to her cheek. She sighed, smelling its musky scent, marveling at its weight.”Why don’t you kiss it?” he asked softly.”I think it might be too large to fit in my mouth,” she replied, “but I want to taste you.”Helen began by gently kissing the tip, stroking the length with both hands, and assessing its girth. “That’s quite the mouthful,” she said with a shy smile, her cheeks still holding their blush. She estimated Devon’s penis, still not quite completely hard, to be triple the size of her husband’s erection, in both length and circumference. From Devon’s vantage point, when she tried her best to wrap her lips around the head, she looked like a child trying to accommodate a popsicle far too wide for their mouth. Try as she might, with her mouth open as wide as it would go, Helen was unable to draw her lips much beyond the ridge of its crown, not without risking hurting the young man with her teeth. She was all too aware how undignified she looked with her lips so stretched, but at that point was far too aroused to care. She compensated by sucking the head and hungrily licking the shaft with her tongue, her lips leaving red lipstick smears along the massive length.In the eagerness and passion of her oral attentions, to the point of gagging herself on her young lover’s giant penis, several strings of saliva seeped from Helen’s lips and dripped onto the carpet. Her suckling, licking, and stroking continued in unison, unabated, punctuated only by impassioned sighs. Devon’s eyes occasionally closed, his head tilting back, as he savored the warmth and wetness of the older woman’s mouth. Looking down at Helen again, Devon’s buttocks, the muscles of his abdomen, his large scrotal sac began to tighten.”Are you about to cum, darling?” she asked with maternal tenderness. Devon could only manage a groan in the affirmative.With her lips enveloping his bulbous head and another inch or two, her hands drawing up and down the length of his shaft, Devon arched his back and emitted a series of deep groans, eventually pumping his hot ejaculate down Helen’s receptive throat. The force and volume of his discharge prompted a series of hard swallows on her part, one after another after another. Despite her best efforts, excess semen escaped from the seal of her lips, streamed down her chin, and dropped in pearly white gobs onto the bustline of her dress, her thigh, and the carpet below.DEVONWith his momentarily spent organ bobbing like thick, pliable doweling between his muscular thighs, Devon took Helen’s hand and had her stand and turn around.He drew down the zipper of her dress, revealing her matching blue lingerie beneath. Her matronly booty looked thick and fleshy in her thong panties, which he knew she had worn specifically to please him and for this very moment.Even though Helen was an executive, a mother of adult children older than Devon, and forty years his senior, Devon sensed that, when it came to feminine sexual desire behind the closed doors of the bedroom, she preferred to let the male take the lead. It was a role he relished.
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