Eleanor Reaches The Big Five-O

Nothing to worry about! Laid here with my knickers around my ankles? He had nearly stripped me off; I was there in just my bra and with my knickers dangling around my ankles but with his hands again massaging the tops of my thighs and the cheeks of my fat bum. I relaxed again.

"You have lovely bum cheeks Eleanor and your thighs are extremely womanly."

"Oh yes, don't you mean ugly cellulite" I complain.

"Don't worry, a bit of cellulite is sweet and makes your bum wobble." He giggled,

"You look at your thighs through the eyes of a woman not through the eyes of a man."

Here was a man half my age with his oily hands all over me, massaging my arse-cheeks and occasionally giving me a little slap, and I was in a trance with all my inhibitions gone. What's more he was making me feel good about myself.

"That's a good girl Eleanor," he said, "you are feeling much more relaxed now and a lot of the tension has just drifted away. You feel so soft and lovely now."

"Yes, and I also feel naked," I said.

"Yes, naked and very beautiful, you are all woman Aunt Eleanor."

All Woman, my self-esteem was certainly getting a boost, I was actually beginning to feel very sexy, maybe I am all woman.

Now he rolled the top of my thigh with a little more force, his fingers pushed the fleshy tops of my thighs slightly apart and his finger came very close to touching my pussy so I squeezed my thighs a bit tighter together, like a reflex action to protect my pussy.

"Now Aunt Eleanor, that's a bit naughty, I need you really relaxed, loosen your thighs, that's a good girl."

Oh my God he is going to take me and I was too far gone to stop him, but I didn't have the willpower to resist him, I had never been so sexually excited and I released the tension keeping my thighs tightly clamped together, abandoning my pussy's last line of defence and his hand again drifted between my relaxed thighs this time gliding against my vulva with his little fingertip. I know he felt the wetness that had been seeping from my snatch. I opened my thighs just a little wider so he could see my pussy if he wanted to and to give him full access. I was no longer the Eleanor Turner I had known all my life, all sorts of feelings and exotic thoughts were whirling around in my head. How could I be thinking such wicked thoughts? Every woman alive should get this sort of attention at least once in her life I thought.

"Your pussy is wet and sticky Aunt Eleanor, you are a very naughty girl." He said in a very deep, husky, sexy voice that sounded so self-satisfied. I couldn't help thinking now that he had every right to be confidently smug as he caused me to flinch again when his hand pushed between the flesh of my thighs at the top, running his hand between them, giving my pussy a squelchy squeeze, pressing the lips together then returning to massage my thighs again. The flesh of my thighs meet at the top and he had struggled a bit to get his hand between them so it was inevitable that he would remove my knickers from my ankles so he could really spread my legs out. God it was so exotic and when he pushed his hand between my thighs again there was no attempt at resistance from me. His difficulty level with me was now zero.

"Mmmm Eleanor, you have a beautiful little twat darling." he said, it needs a massage just as much as any other part of your body. Now turn over my lovely."

Cupping my hands on my bra I turned over. It was a silly gesture. Steve just took hold of my hands and roughly pulled them away from my bra-cups then removed it exposing my tits and tingling erect nipples. I was stretched out; in front of a man 25 years my junior, laid on my back, totally naked with my thighs wide apart doing whatever I was told. The thing that shocked me most was how totally submissive I had become.

Taking the oil bottle he smiled as he poured some oil on my tits which now became the centre of his attention as my boobs and nipples received an expertly delivered massage.

"Why you women cover gorgeous tits up I will never know." He said as I laid there in paradise letting him tweak my nipples between his fingers and thumb and massaging my oil-soaked boobs in his large masculine hands.

From my tits I felt his hands roam over my stomach and down to within an inch of my pubic-bone and back again. God I wanted him to go all the way down.

Each time his fingers stretched a little further until his middle-finger touched the top of my slit. I couldn't help myself from spreading my thighs, and just laying there with my knees wide apart.

Then with one hand concentrating on my tits the other hand took hold of a handful of soaked pussy. The myriad of exotic sensation were sending me into an ecstatic trance. My tits were being massaged with one hand at the same time that my crack was being explored with the other.

"Now let me have a good look at the fucking thing." He said with my pussy totally exposed and dripping wet.

"Lovely, lovely, it's a little beauty Eleanor, let's have a good look at your slit," he said running his index finger between my pussy lips.

"It is so fucking cute." He said and his use of language didn't bother me one bit, in fact it heightened my ecstasy.

Feeling his eyes all over my pussy caused me a sudden rush of embarrassment and I impulsively moved to close my legs.

He grabbed my knee pushing my legs apart again.

"I can't do this if you are going to keep crossing your fucking legs, I can't massage your twat properly unless I can see it for fuck's sake; now keep your fucking legs wide apart. Come on Aunt Eleanor behave now you really must cooperate."

Strangely it upset me that I had made him angry and submissively I decided to behave and exposed my pussy yet again, spreading my thighs as wide as I could across the floor, I didn't want to make him angry with me again, he always had a temper when he was a little boy.

Sorry Steve, is that better for you

"That's much, much better, Eleanor, it's the cutest, little twat I have ever seen and I have seen a few, you should be very proud it, it's beautiful." His voice was manly, masculine and deeply husky and testosterone loaded.

I was never fully sure what he was doing but now I knew I was being helplessly prepared to be fucked for the first time in years.

I felt his fingers separating the tightly-curled hairs of my red bush and gently he started to exotically massage my pussy, his finger sliding up and down my slit massaging the swollen lips of labia to get at my throbbing clitoris.

"A woman's twat is made to be massaged Eleanor like any other part of her body, it is a wonderful, relaxing therapy. Now I want to see you use your arse to fuck my fingers and cum in my fucking hand. Don't hold back just flush your pussy."

Each of my labia was receiving intense and subtle attention and clearly he was visually examining each petal as he rolled them between his fingers. My nipples were more erect than I had ever known they could be. My erect clit was forced to emerge from its hood and he hadn't even touched it yet.

Did I want this young man, I had known when he was a mere child, watching me fuck his fingers, watching me cum, seeing my clitoris, something that is a most private thing? I don't think my husband had ever seen my clitoris?

"Perfect, absolutely perfect; your sweet, little clit's popped out nicely Aunt Eleanor, just what we needed. Keep your thighs well apart and let me deal with it."

He was dealing with it alright. God above, no man had ever paid such attention to my vulva and now I was dementedly thrusting at his fingers as they ran tight, little circles around my exposed clitoris, his hand was drenched and I was cumming at a rate of knots and he knew it. My body was shaking, I was grunting, the orgasm building up in my body was so intense it was frightening. I was writhing in ecstasy and agony all at the same time.

Every so often he completely withdrew his hand from my pussy.

"Its twitching nicely now Eleanor, it's going to fucking cum for me, just let go, then his fingers were all over my wet wideopen crack again."

Jesus, the bastard was actually watching my pussy twitch as he was bringing me to orgasm. The very thought of him watching my pussy twitching caused delirium to take over the wild thoughts cascading though my brain.

"I am going to cum, Jesus it's cumming, oh Jesus, Jeeeeasus it's cumming for you Steve, watch it cum, watch it cum Steve."

I had never been in such a high trance like state, I was feverishly hallucinating, rambling obscenities I had never used before.

"Gooood girrrrl Eleanor, show me how you do it."

There were massive contractions deep in my body which was shaking, vibrating and thrusting wildly.

"Go on Eleanor, let it go my lovely, let it go, that's a good girl. Let Steve see your twat cum, come on baby, come on, do it for me now."

"Cumming." I screamed, "Fucking cumming, Oh my god finger fuck me, do it you bastard."

I had never used such language before but it seemed so natural to shout and scream the most foul language, what was he doing to me?

That's so sweet Aunt Eleanor, I can see your little cunt twitching, just cum in the palm of my hand."

His words heightened the power of my impeding orgasm, stronger than anything I had ever felt before and at its zenith I felt two of Steve's fingers push inside me and go straight to my G spot and I squirted right through his fingers and onto the rug.

"Wow," Steve gushed as he watched my pussy squirting for him, "wonderful, fucking wonderful, so beautiful."

What an experience, I had never had that happen before; it felt great but so embarrassing to squirt like that from my pussy in full view of Steve's ogling eyes.

Quickly, he unbuckled his belt and whipped his trousers off before kneeling between my legs and whipping off his shirt, leaving just a pair of jockeys with a massive erection filling them.

I grabbed the elastic and pulled them over his cock which was rock-hard and so erect that it sprang out pointing diagonally upwards. God it was so beautiful.

He knelt there for a few seconds with a thick, rugged, monster of a cock twitching in his fist.

"This will be so therapeutic for you Eleanor." He said as he searched for my cunt-hole with his bull-end, then separating my labia he very slowly, little-by-little, made me take his throbbing shaft, my pussy stripped back his foreskin effortlessly, unsheathing his mammoth bull-head and his cock went all the way into me until his heavy balls were squashed against the soft, curvy cheeks of my arse. I was going to have to take him, all of him.

His thrusts were slow and rhythmic withdrawing totally his entire length and girth before making me take it all again.

I slowly took one deeply penetrating, length of thick cock after another feeling it swelled inside me until he began to thrust gradually faster, deeper.

Fifty years of age, I had never contemplated sex would ever happen again. What man would want my body and here I was, Eleanor Turner, with a young stallion's cock inside me and I was getting fucked.

The speed and intensity of his thrusts increased and so did mine. It was as if our bodies and minds had melded together, we fucked as one in the urgency of the moment.

I hadn't had sex for years because of my husband's ill health and actually I hadn't missed it, or I thought I hadn't, until I felt this masculine, length of rugged, muscular manhood thrusting into me like a jackhammer. My pussy embraced it eagerly with a hungry greed I had never felt before. I was full, full of its hardness, full of its length and stretched by its girth.

I was buried beneath Steve's phenomenally fit torso, as he kissed my neck and whispered exotically in my ear while never slowing down on the pile-driving of his cock.

"Come on Eleanor, let it all go baby, soak my fucking cock with a cuntful of your lovely juices. Let's go all the way together, I am want to fill your tight-pussy right up until it overflows with cum."

My legs were over his shoulders, his cute little arse pumping cock into me and I was cumming again. The little strength I had I mustered around my hips to thrust up and along the hard shaft of his cock. I was screaming my own house down.

"Fuck me Steve, cock my pussy, I'm cumming for you, god I'm cumming for you."

"That's great Eleanor, show me what a naughty girl you are, empty your pussy and squirt for me again."

He needn't have asked I already was doing and as he felt it splashing onto his balls he shot his massive, creamy load as deep into me as he could get it, holding his cock right inside me, close to my cerxix, until he had finished pumping his load and god I needed him to, I wanted all he had to give inside my pussy.

I felt the monster throbbing deeper inside me than any cock had ever been and I felt each splash of his load deep inside my subservient vagina. I hadn't had a mess this big inside my vagina for years or probably never before.

My husband had been my only lover and I was, of course, no virgin but he was in virgin territory with that bulging bull-head and I felt a second and third gush of his spunky cream. It felt like my pussy muscles were sucking him dry. I drained him completely and utterly.

He thrust and held his cock inside me right up to the hilt until he had finished spunking and I felt a warm glow throughout my entire body that reminded me that I was a voluptuously attractive woman. Yes, I felt like a very lucky woman, but suddenly I realised that he was an even luckier man.

"Now Eleanor, you have plenty of testosterone charged jizzum to last a lifetime." He groaned as I heard the slurp of his slackening cock emerge from my pussy's dripping hole.

"I see I have slackened your cock off." I said, feeling quite proud of myself.

We lay together exhausted, my mind in turmoil and my head resting on his firm chest and my hand fondling his soft cock and balls.

He cuddled me to him making me feel, safe, secure and even loved.

His cock stirred again and I slipped his foreskin backwards and forwards over the knotty, mushroom shape of his bull-head. His eyes were closed, his mouth open as he gulped air by the litre.

"That's so nice Aunt Eleanor are you going to swallow it for me?"

I had him writhing and thrusting, it was my turn.

"No Steve, I want to see your spunk shoot out of that tiny slit at the end of your cock, come on let me see the goods. I want to return the favour."

I worked his foreskin, peeling it back until his purple cockend came into view and the little cock-slit could be seen getting a little wider each time. I looked at his face, it was grimacing, his teeth were tightly clenched, he was holding out on me. He didn't want to shoot his load in the open where I could see it. Well tough, he was going to whether he wanted to or not, I had never seen a creamy load actually shoot out of a man's dick and I really wanted to and this one big cock. Looking at it I could hardly believe I had had it all the way inside me.

I put my free hand under his balls, they felt full of jizzm and I wanked his cock even faster.

"Come on your turn; show your Aunt Eleanor what you are capable of."

He was grunting, grunting and grunting louder and louder, the purple bull-head was swelling and getting thicker, the little slit was fully open and a thick fountain of spunk shot from the end of his cock into the air, the next cumshot trickled down the vein at the side of his thick shaft. Quickly I covered his cock with my mouth and for the first time in my life I tasted and drank cum.

He reached and pulled my head down his shaft while I caressed his balls and swallowed the thick slimy sludge that had been the contents of his bollocks.

"You are such a good girl Eleanor, that was so exotic."

We got dressed and I realised I hadn't locked the doors, Jesus; I thought, what if Sandra had walked in while I was getting a fuck on the rug, squirting or drinking jizz?

Perish the thought, but it must not happen again.

As Steve left he suddenly turned and looked into my eyes.

"Oh nearly forgot," he said giving me a kiss, "Many happy returns."

"God I hope so." I said.

I switched the TV on and sat to watch the news. How long had it been since I had felt the warm comforting glow of a man's cum seeping into my panties? I could still taste the salty cum in my mouth, it was a delicious feeling, I was addicted, it must not be the last time.

The house suddenly felt empty without him, would he ever come again? I knew I needed more. Anyway, he had made me feel confident and renewed with the self-esteem I needed so badly, assuring me that I was an attractive woman even at 50.