For your consideration, I’ve posted three short video clips at the end of my narrative that feature a busty young lovely and three more of the BBW MILF Samantha 38g…as a way of comparison. But first, indulge me a bit of reflection.
Now, if you’ve read my recent blog entry, A Tale of Two Titties, you know that until recently I enjoyed the company of just such a MILF, H. who provided me some of the best sex of my life. However, I’ve played on the other end of the scale as well.
When I first moved out of the house, a few months before the divorce was finalized, I was like a colt—maybe more like a bull, if I may brag a bit—let out of the corral. I chased any woman within range—with the usual mixed results.
One of my more successful forays in to the field was when I bumped into a group of partying school teachers, all of them women, in a local bar. It was the end of the final day of the school year and they were on a blowout time of it—loud, boisterous and on the verge of being obnoxious. They had pulled three or four tables together, and their space looked like a frat house coffee table after a weekend frenzy—glasses, pitchers, bowls and platters of half eaten wings and chicken tenders, napkins all over the place.
The bartender, Bert, poured my pint, nodded in the ladies’ direction and said something like, “The future is in their hands.”
The ages ranged from the matronly blue haired to the glamour page skinny young ones. However, as the night progressed and some of the teachers left I noticed one sweet little darling dressed in a form fitting sun dress. Obviously during the school day she had worn a sport jacket over it, but in the bar her bare shoulders, tanned and smooth, stood out. The dress top was at a fairly high, modest level, but what could not be denied was that she had a nice set of large lovelies.
As the night drew on, I bought the remaining few teachers, including her, a round of drinks. Now, the young bucks in the bar were already beginning to swarm over the remains of the covey of teachers, so I held out little hope.
Such was my hunger for sex and my determination to play as much as possible in that year of separation and divorce—let me skip to three or so hours later when she and I entered her apartment, with a bottle of gin and take-out Chinese food in hand.
As it happens, she—Sandy—was engaged to a guy finishing out his graduate degree in Michigan. She was staying down in my part of the country, teaching summer school and the fall semester. Then, the plan was for her to move up north where they would be married some time next year.
Let me say, there is something so sweet about young, soft female skin. When I undressed her, I felt that overwhelming sensation of well being that comes with knowing you are going to have sex—and it’s going to be good.
Dishwater blond hair near shoulder length, tanned skin with lines that spoke to not so modest bikini swim suit, deep blue eyes—sky blue in fact, long, delicate and as it turned out, talented fingers. Downy pubis closely trimmed and shaved to a narrow band. Breasts—oh, those breasts—while not huge, they were shapely and perky D-cups. Sandy carried maybe ten pounds extra for her height, but those pounds had found their way to her hips and lovely rump.
She was soft. Sandy was also horny. Half my age, she was energetic, and enjoyed being a little submissive. She loved dirty talk, giving it, and hearing it. In fact, I think she enjoyed being able to let loose and to fuck with abandon. And that we did. I remember being somewhat proud of my performance…we banged away through the night and much of it is a blur of tits, ass, legs, mouth, and flashes of hair, moans and groans and little barks of delight.
But I do remember those exquisite moments she would mount me and I was able to grope and grab all over that splendid young body—feeling her reaching down to lift up my manhood, aiming it at her wonderland and then sliding down, encasing me in all her moist, velvet-silk warmth.
We saw each other a number of times throughout the summer. I was under no illusions that I was the only man who was enjoying her—nor was she only woman I was enjoying. But we made good sex together. Toward the end of the summer and what would be among the last times we fucked—we spent a weekend together at a friend’s beach house. Her boyfriend was coming down the following week for a few days, and I think she had decided that was a good time to end her frolicking and to ready herself for monogamy. Well, I was the beneficiary of her determination to “get it out of her system.”
Obviously, when I was a young man, I was with young women. But as a guy grows older there is something very special about finding a young playmate for a while. The energy, the drive, the soft young curves to touch, roam over, make one’s own if for only a brief time is so exciting and exhilarating. Yes, admittedly, it’s a little taste of the fountain of youth.
However, as with my friend H. and others—the older, MILF ladies also bring a lot to the table—or bed, or shower, or balcony railing, or couch, etc. In the handful of encounters with busty MILFs since my divorce, I have found that divorcees, or women whose husbands have neglected them sexually, have a very active libido and enjoy creative, energetic carnal attention. Just as most men’s sex drive is on the decline, at least their ability for prolonged performance, the Viagra era notwithstanding, these 40 and 50 somethings are still in high sexual gear.
My first MILF bed buddy during that year of separation and divorce was T. She was a voluptuous and randy woman in her early fifties, each Saturday throughout that first summer she would tell her husband she was going out to run errands, take in a few yard sales, but instead, of course, she would come over to my apartment.
Now, the arrangement was that she had to call first, my excuse being that one of my kids might be staying over and I didn’t want them to think I was seeing anyone. Of course, I was seeing Sandy and didn’t want to be cast into an awkward scene.
Even though T had taken good care of herself throughout the years, nevertheless, things had begun to sag, gravity taking a bit of its toll. Still, her titties were beautiful, dense and heavy, big pear-shaped beauties. Hr ass was ample and fleshy, it quivered and quaked nicely when she walked or was getting pumped from behind. She was an avid practitioner of fellatio, trying to at least once during each of our times together to bring me to completion with her mouth and tongue.
The way she used her breasts, me laying out on the bed, her giving me a full body length tit rub with me first lying on my stomach, then her turning me over onto my to bring me into an incredible state of arousal, her rhythmic fucking when she was riding me, the use of hands feather stroking my balls—all spoke of an experienced lover—one who knew how to take care of man.
Also, T loved being licked to climax, and moaned and groaned and writhed with abandon. She simply loved to fuck in all its manifestations.
I think the overall gift of an experienced woman, in addition to her talents in bed, is that an older woman—at least the one’s I’ve been with—understand not only the male body, but the male ego as well.
Often, T. and I would start out in my living room getting each other sexed up. She would then pull away and literally lead me by my cock to the bedroom. T would climb on the bed, on her hands and knees, aiming her beautiful, broad bottom at me. She would say something along the lines of, “Come on baby, take what you need,” or “Take your pleasure, baby, this all is for you,” or, even more exciting, “Put that big cock to good use back there, I want you to wear out my pussy.’
Well…food for thought. As I mentioned at the outset, I offer three little video clips. I do not know who the young lady is…lost her name in my notes, but the clips are from Reality Kings. In addition to her being a little sex pot, with a great body, I love her little moans and groans. I love listening to a woman being pleasured in bed, especially if I’m doing the pleasuring.
The clips to illustrate the dream MILF show Samantha 38g in all her big breasted, healthy hipped, ample assed glory. I especially like the scene where she rides the guy while rubbing her gorgeous tits over his chest…oh, to be able to enjoy that sensation…
So, here goes…remember, you can’t have both. Who would you choose?