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The Wild Ride

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I stepped into The Tipsy Buffalo, the familiar sounds of honky-tonk music and lively chatter greeting me. It was a typical Friday night at my favorite country and western bar, a place that always made me feel right at home. The scent of beer and barbecue filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of cologne and perfume from the patrons. I was ready for a night to remember.

As I made my way through the crowd, my eyes scanned the room, taking in the rustic charm of the bar. The walls were adorned with stuffed buffalo heads, their glassy eyes staring blankly at the revelers below. A massive black bear stood tall in the corner, its glass cage doing little to diminish its imposing presence. The floor was covered in a layer of sawdust, giving the place an authentic, old-school vibe.

Tonight, however, there was something special going on. I had heard rumors that the bar was hosting a mechanical bull-riding competition for a few weeks, and I couldn’t wait to give it a try. Ever since I watched ‘Urban Cowboy’ as a young woman, I’d fantasized about riding one of those wild machines, feeling the thrill of staying atop while the world spun around me.

I approached the back area where the mechanical bull was set up, my heart fluttering with excitement. The machine was a beast, its plastic hide glistening under the colorful lights. A small crowd had already gathered, cheering on a young woman who was currently attempting to tame the bucking bronco. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a crop top, her blonde hair flying wildly as she struggled to maintain her balance.

I watched as the bull spun and bucked, its movements becoming more erratic with each passing second. The young rider clung on desperately, her face contorting with effort. Despite her best attempts, the bull eventually won, tossing her off with a final, triumphant jerk. She landed in the soft padding with a loud thud, her laughter filling the air as she accepted her defeat.

“Next rider, come on down!” the announcer called out, his voice booming over the speakers. “Who’s got the guts to take on the Wild Thing?”

I felt a surge of determination. I was no spring chicken, but I had always been athletic and loved a challenge. Besides, I had a secret weapon—my unyielding confidence and a healthy dose of sexual energy that I was ready to unleash.

I made my way to the registration desk, signing up for the competition with a smile. The attendant, a young man with a cowboy hat and a cheeky grin, raised an eyebrow at me.

“You sure about this, ma’am? It’s a tough ride, and we’ve had some strong folks thrown off already.”

I winked at him, my green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Honey, I’ve been riding all my life. Just you wait and see.”

With that, I made my way to the waiting area, my heart pounding with anticipation. I scanned the crowd, my eyes locking with a handsome man sitting at the bar. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his sun-kissed skin and rugged features marking him as a true country boy. His name was Travis, I later learned, and he was a regular at The Tipsy Buffalo.

Travis watched me with an intense gaze, his eyes taking in my curvy figure and the way my tight jeans hugged my shapely legs. My brown hair fell in loose waves around my shoulders, framing my pretty face. I caught him staring at my C-cup breasts, his eyes darkening with desire. I felt a thrill of excitement, knowing I had his attention.

As my turn approached, I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. The mechanical bull was a formidable opponent, and I wanted to put on a good show for Travis. I took a deep breath, centering myself, and stepped onto the platform.

The bull roared to life beneath me, its movements starting slow and gentle. I gripped the handle, my thighs clenching around the bull’s body, and began to move with it. The crowd cheered, their voices encouraging me to go on.

“Ride ’em, cowgirl!” someone shouted.

I smiled, feeling a surge of power as I matched the bull’s rhythm. I swayed my hips, grinding against the mechanical beast, my movements becoming more sensual as the ride progressed. I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me, but it was Travis’s gaze that truly fueled my performance.

As the bull’s movements intensified, so did my passion. I imagined Travis watching me, his eyes burning with desire as I rode the machine with abandon. I pictured him imagining himself in place of the bull, my body moving against his, and the thought sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

The bull bucked and spun, testing my balance and control. I held on tight, my hands gripping the handle as if my life depended on it. My breasts heaved with each movement, my nipples hardening against the fabric of my shirt. I could feel my pussy growing wet, the excitement of the ride and Travis’s hungry gaze combining to create a potent cocktail of desire.

“That’s it, baby! Show us what you’ve got!” a voice shouted from the crowd.

I let out a wild laugh, my inhibitions fading away. I was in my element, riding the bull with a fierce determination that surprised even me. I could see the surprise and admiration on Travis’s face, and it only fueled my fire.

As the ride neared its climax, I knew I had to give it my all. I threw my head back, my hair flying wildly as I arched my back, offering myself to the bull and the audience. I could feel the eyes of every man and woman in the bar on me, but it was Travis’s gaze that I sought, his approval that I craved.

With one final, dramatic buck, the ride came to an end. I held my position, my body still moving in time with the now-still bull. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, their voices filling the bar with excitement.

“We have a winner, folks!” the announcer declared. “This lady just rode the Wild Thing like a true champion!”

I stepped off the bull, my legs a little shaky from the intense ride. I was greeted by a round of high-fives and congratulatory pats on the back as I made my way to the bar, where Travis was waiting.

“That was something else,” he said, his deep voice sending a tremor through me. “I’ve never seen anyone ride like that. You’ve got some serious skills, ma’am.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “Why thank you, kind sir. I do love a good ride, and that bull sure gave me a run for my money.”

Travis leaned closer, his breath warm on my neck. “I’d love to give you a different kind of ride, if you know what I mean.”

I laughed, feeling a delicious tingle between my thighs. “Why don’t we find out, cowboy? I’ve always had a soft spot for a man who can handle a wild woman.”

We left the bar together, the night air cool against our heated skin. Travis drove us to his place, a cozy cabin on the outskirts of town. The drive was filled with playful banter and subtle innuendos, our anticipation building with every passing mile.

As we stepped inside his cabin, the warmth of the fireplace enveloped us, casting a romantic glow over the rustic interior. Travis poured us each a glass of whiskey, and we sat on the couch, our bodies close but not yet touching.

“So, Madeline,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Tell me, what makes a woman like you so damn good at riding?”

I took a sip of the smooth liquor, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat. “It’s all about finding the right rhythm, Travis. Feeling the power of the ride and letting it move through you. And of course, having a partner who knows how to handle you.”

Travis’s eyes smoldered with desire. “Well, I aim to please, ma’am. How about I show you what I can do?”

I set my glass aside and moved closer to him, my hand reaching for the buckle of his belt. “I’d like that very much, cowboy.”

With swift, practiced movements, I undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his hardening cock beneath. I stroked him through his boxers, feeling his length and thickness, and reveled in the power I held over this handsome man.

Travis groaned, his head falling back as I teased him. “Damn, woman, you sure know how to handle a man.”

I smiled, my fingers working their magic as I freed his thick shaft from its confines. “I’ve always had a way with men, Travis. But I think you might just be the one who tames this wild cowgirl.”

I lowered myself to my knees, my hands still stroking his length as I took him into my mouth. I sucked and licked, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his salty pre-cum as it leaked from the tip.

Travis’s hands gripped my hair, his hips thrusting gently as he encouraged me to take more of him. I moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through his body. I looked up at him, my green eyes locked with his, as I deep-throated him, taking him all the way to the base.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. “Keep going, baby, I’m close.”

I obliged, my mouth working feverishly as I sucked and stroked him. I could feel his balls tightening, his cock throbbing in my mouth as he neared his climax. With a final, powerful thrust, Travis came, his hot cum shooting down my throat, filling my mouth with his essence.

I swallowed, savoring the taste of him, and continued to suck gently as his orgasm subsided. Travis pulled me up, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together as we shared the taste of his release.

“Damn, that was amazing,” he breathed, his hands roaming over my body. “But now it’s my turn to ride you, cowgirl.”

I laughed, my heart racing with excitement. “Oh, I’d love to see you try, cowboy. But I warn you, I might just buck you off.”

Travis stood, his strong hands guiding me to the bedroom. He stripped me of my clothes, his eyes feasting on my naked body. I stood before him, my breasts heaving, my pussy glistening with anticipation.

He pushed me onto the bed, his hands gripping my thighs as he spread my legs wide. I looked up at him, my eyes heavy with lust, as he positioned himself between my thighs.

“Hold on tight, cowgirl,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “This is gonna be one hell of a ride.”

With that, he thrust into me, filling me with his thick, hard cock. I gasped, my body arching to meet his as he began to move. His strokes were long and deep, his hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had me moaning and writhing beneath him.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. “Feel how good it is when I ride you.”

I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I matched his pace. Our bodies moved as one, our skin slick with sweat as we fucked with wild abandon. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy tightening around his cock as I neared the edge.

“Oh God, Travis, I’m gonna come,” I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure. “Keep fucking me, please don’t stop!”

Travis grinned, his eyes dark with passion. “Not yet, baby. I want you to come all over my cock, milking me with that sweet pussy of yours.”

He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of my nipples as he sucked and nibbled, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, my hands gripping the sheets as I rode the crest of my orgasm.

“Yes, yes, YES!” I screamed, my body convulsing as my climax ripped through me. I could feel my pussy pulsating around his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Travis grunted, his own release building as he pounded into me with renewed fervor. “Fuck, I’m close, I’m so fucking close!”

I reached between us, my fingers finding his balls and gently squeezing as I rubbed his sensitive skin. “Come for me, cowboy,” I whispered. “Fill me up with your hot cum.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Travis came, his cock pulsating as he emptied himself deep inside me. I could feel his hot seed filling me, his body trembling as he rode out his orgasm.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined, our hearts still racing from the intensity of our passion. I turned to Travis, my hand reaching up to caress his cheek.

“That was incredible,” I whispered, my voice soft and breathless. “I’ve never been ridden like that before.”

Travis smiled, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “You were incredible, Madeline. I’ve never met a woman who could ride like you. You truly are a wild one.”

I laughed, feeling a sense of pride and fulfillment. “Well, I guess I just needed the right cowboy to bring out my wild side. And I think I found him tonight.”

We lay there for a while, our bodies entangled, our breath slowly returning to normal. I knew that this night would be one I’d never forget, and I couldn’t wait to see what other adventures lay ahead.

As I drifted off to sleep in Travis’s arms, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the mechanical bull that had brought us together. Sometimes, all it takes is a little bit of courage and a whole lot of desire to unlock the wildest of rides.

The Plumber’s Lesson

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I couldn’t believe the words that had just left my mouth. There I was, standing in my bathroom, watching as the young, handsome plumber finished installing my new shower system. His name was James, or so his name tag read. With his muscular arms and broad shoulders, he was the epitome of a manly tradesman. I had specifically requested a male plumber, and the company had sent me this gorgeous specimen. Little did he know, he was about to get an unexpected show.

I had been flirting with him subtly since he arrived, making small talk and complimenting his work. James had a charming smile and a hint of shyness in his deep blue eyes, which only made him more attractive. As he tightened the last screw on the shower panel, I decided to be bolder, taking a chance that might either scare him off or fulfill my secret fantasy.

“You know, James, I’m so glad I insisted on this handheld shower attachment,” I said, running my fingers along the sleek metal hose. “It’s not just for cleaning those hard-to-reach places.”

James straightened up, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his forehead. “Oh, really? What else is it good for then?” His curiosity was piqued, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to plunge ahead. “Well, it’s perfect for… self-pleasure.” I bit my lip, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness as I revealed my little secret.

His eyes widened, and the color drained from his face. “Self-pleasure? You mean… masturbation?” He whispered the word as if it were a forbidden term, and his reaction only fueled my desire to push further.

“Yes, masturbation. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but I thought you should know why I was so particular about this setup.” I stepped closer to him, my heart racing. “I love a good water-induced orgasm, and I’m not about to give those up.”

James’s mouth hung open slightly, and he seemed at a loss for words. I could almost see the steam rising from his ears as his face flushed with embarrassment. The poor guy was probably not used to women being so forward, especially one who looked like me—a mature, confident woman in her prime.

Sensing his discomfort, I decided to take control of the situation. “You look shocked, James. Don’t worry, I won’t bite… unless you want me to.” I winked at him, my voice dripping with seduction. “In fact, since you’re so curious, I’d be happy to demonstrate how I use this showerhead to bring myself pleasure.”

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but I knew he was hooked. The idea of watching a woman like me, who could be his mother, masturbate in front of him was both scandalous and irresistible.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” he stammered. “I mean, I’ve never… I mean, I shouldn’t…”

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath my palm. “Shh… just relax and enjoy the show. Consider it a private performance just for you.”

Without waiting for his response, I slowly began to unbutton my silk blouse, revealing my lace black bra and the swell of my full C-cup breasts. James’s eyes locked onto my cleavage, his mouth dry as he struggled to swallow. I could see the bulge in his work pants growing, and I knew I had him right where I wanted.

I slipped off my blouse, letting it fall to the floor, and then unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples hardened in the cool air, and I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently as I offered him a sultry smile.

“Do you like what you see, James?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

He nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.

I stepped out of my skirt, revealing my matching lace panties and toned, shapely legs. “Now, for the main event,” I purred, reaching for the shower controls.

With a twist of the knob, the showerhead came to life, spraying a gentle mist of warm water. I stepped under the stream, closing my eyes as the water caressed my skin. I ran the handheld showerhead along my neck, down my shoulders, and across my breasts, moaning softly as the sensation sent shivers down my spine.

“Watch how I use this,” I instructed, my voice laced with lust. I angled the showerhead so that the water flowed directly onto my nipples, which were already erect and begging for attention. I rubbed the stream back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

James stood frozen, his eyes glued to my naked form as I played with the water, teasing my sensitive nipples. I could see his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, as if he were fighting an internal battle between his professional demeanor and his primal urges.

“Does it feel good?” he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.

“Oh, it feels amazing,” I breathed, my eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “But it’s even better down here.”

I slowly lowered the showerhead, letting the water run down my stomach, teasing my navel before trailing lower, until it reached the apex of my thighs. I parted my legs, giving him an unobstructed view of my glistening pussy, already wet and ready.

With one hand, I spread my lips, exposing my swollen clit, while the other guided the showerhead to my most intimate spot. I let out a soft cry as the warm water hit my sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my head falling back as I surrendered to the sensations. I moved the showerhead in slow circles, building the pressure, and then faster, as my arousal intensified.

James’s breathing grew heavier, and I could see his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain his composure. His eyes were locked on my fingers, now sliding in and out of my wetness, while the water continued to tease my clit.

“That’s it, James, watch me,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “See how I touch myself? How I bring myself pleasure?”

I increased the pace, my fingers plunging deeper, matching the rhythm of the showerhead as it massaged my clit. My breath came in short gasps, and I knew I was close to the edge.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I cried out, my body trembling as the orgasm built.

James’s eyes were wild, his face a mask of pure desire. He took a step forward, as if to join me, but I held up a hand, shaking my head.

“No, just watch,” I panted, my eyes never leaving his.

The climax hit me like a wave, crashing over my body as I cried out, my fingers working furiously at my swollen bud. I rode the wave of pleasure, my hips bucking against the showerhead, until I finally collapsed, spent and satisfied.

I stepped out from under the shower stream, my body glistening with a mix of water and sweat. James stood there, his jaw clenched, his erection straining against his pants.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice raw.

I smiled, feeling empowered by the raw desire I had awakened in this young man. “It was, wasn’t it? And all thanks to this wonderful showerhead.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving my naked form.

I stepped closer to him, my breasts brushing against his chest. “You’ve been a very good boy, James. I think you deserve a reward.”

Before he could respond, I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking gently.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my shoulders as I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.

I sucked him deeply, taking him to the back of my throat, my hand pumping the base of his shaft in time with my mouth. James’s hands fisted in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrust gently, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice strained.

I increased the pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor, until he exploded in my mouth, his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him dry as he trembled above me.

As he caught his breath, I stood up, my body still buzzing from the thrill of our encounter. “Well, James, I hope that demonstration was satisfactory.”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. “It was… incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

I smiled, satisfied that I had not only fulfilled my own fantasy but had also given this handsome plumber a lesson in pleasure he would never forget.

“Now, I believe you have some final touches to make on the shower,” I said, picking up my clothes. “And I have a feeling this won’t be the last time you’ll be using that handheld showerhead for more than just cleaning.”

With a final wink, I left James to finish his work, knowing that he would forever remember the day he installed a shower for a woman who showed him just how satisfying a water-induced orgasm could be.

The Milkshake Shack Affair

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I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I sat in the booth at The Milkshake Shack, a retro diner with its vintage charm. The place was buzzing with the usual after-work crowd, but my attention was solely on Ben, the young waiter who had just taken my order. His youthful energy and captivating smile had caught my eye the moment he approached my table.

I was a confident woman in her prime, at the age of 50, with a taste for the finer things in life. My brown hair, styled in soft waves, framed my green eyes and emphasized my high cheekbones. My body, with its shapely curves and perky C-cup breasts, defied the typical expectations of a woman my age. I knew I had a certain allure, and I wasn’t afraid to use it.

Ben, on the other hand, was a fresh-faced college student, probably in his early twenties. His sandy blonde hair fell perfectly across his forehead, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with youthful innocence. He had a lean, athletic build, and his uniform—a simple white t-shirt and black jeans—hugged his body in all the right places.

As he took my order for a burger and a milkshake, I couldn’t help but notice his nervousness. His hands fidgeted slightly as he wrote down my request, and his voice cracked a little when he asked if I needed anything else. I found his shyness endearing, and I felt a familiar thrill at the prospect of a new adventure.

I watched him walk away, his slender hips swaying slightly under the tight fabric of his jeans. There was something raw and primal about the way he moved, and I felt a tingle between my thighs as I imagined those long, lean legs wrapped around me. I knew I had to have him.

When he returned with my food, I made sure to strike up a conversation, asking him about his studies and his plans for the future. His face lit up as he talked about his passion for art and his dream of becoming a graphic designer. I listened intently, hanging on his every word, making him feel like he was the most fascinating person in the room.

As the diner began to empty, I decided it was time to make my move. I pulled out a napkin and scribbled my number on it with a bold, red lipstick. “Call me,” I said, my voice low and sultry, as I handed him the napkin. “I’d love to hear more about your dreams.”

Ben’s eyes widened in surprise, and a blush crept up his neck. “I-I will,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you, Ms…?”

“Madeline,” I purred, leaning forward to give him a glimpse of my cleavage. “Just call me Madeline.”

He nodded, his eyes glued to my lips, and I knew he would be dialing my number as soon as his shift ended.

True to my prediction, my phone buzzed later that night. I answered with a smile, recognizing the number on the screen. “Hello, Ben,” I purred into the receiver.

“Hi, Madeline,” he said, his voice a little unsteady. “I, um, wanted to thank you for dinner and… well, I was wondering if I could see you again?”

I bit my lip to hide a smile. “Of course, darling. Why don’t you come over to my place? I’ll give you directions.”

His voice grew even softer. “Okay… I’ll be there soon.”

Hanging up the phone, I felt a surge of excitement. I had a reputation for being a cougar, a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. And tonight, I wanted Ben.

I prepared for his arrival, lighting scented candles and putting on a playlist of soft jazz. I chose a sheer black negligee that accentuated my curves and left little to the imagination. I wanted to make an impression, to show him that age was just a number when it came to passion and desire.

The doorbell rang, and my heart raced as I went to greet my young suitor. When I opened the door, Ben stood there, looking even more delectable than I remembered. His eyes widened as he took in my appearance, his gaze traveling from my face down to the sheer fabric that clung to my body.

“Wow,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “You look… incredible.”

I smiled, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in, Ben. Make yourself comfortable.”

He entered, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the elegant furnishings and the soft glow of the candles. I led him to the living room, where a bottle of wine and two glasses awaited.

“Would you like some wine?” I asked, pouring a glass for myself and offering him the bottle.

He nodded, taking the bottle and pouring himself a generous amount. “I’m not usually this nervous,” he admitted, taking a sip.

I laughed, a throaty sound that made him shiver. “It’s adorable. But there’s no need to be nervous, Ben. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

I sat beside him on the couch, close enough that our thighs touched. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I knew he was aware of my proximity.

“So, Ben,” I began, my voice low and seductive, “tell me more about your dreams. What is it that you truly desire?”

His eyes met mine, and I saw a mixture of desire and uncertainty. “I want to create art that moves people,” he said, his voice gaining strength. “I want to make a difference, to leave my mark on the world.”

“And what about your desires of the flesh?” I asked, leaning closer, my breath warm on his neck. “What do you crave in the depths of the night?”

Ben’s breath quickened, and I could see the bulge in his jeans growing. “I… I’ve always wanted to be with someone who knows what they want,” he confessed. “Someone who can show me… things.”

I smiled, my hand reaching for his, entwining our fingers. “I can show you things, Ben. But first, I want to taste you.”

Before he could respond, I leaned in and captured his lips with mine. The kiss was electric, and I felt his body tense as I explored his mouth with my tongue. He tasted of wine and youth, and I moaned softly, encouraging him to deepen the kiss.

My hand moved to his thigh, sliding up slowly, and I felt his muscles tense beneath my touch. I could feel his hardness straining against his jeans, and I wanted to set it free. With practiced ease, I unbuttoned his fly and slid my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing cock.

Ben gasped into my mouth, his hands clutching at my shoulders. I stroked him slowly, enjoying the feel of his length and the way he twitched in response to my touch. I wanted to drive him wild, to show him the pleasure an experienced woman could bring.

Breaking the kiss, I whispered, “Let’s take this to the bedroom, shall we?”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. I led him down the hall, the candles casting a warm glow on our naked skin. My negligee had long since been discarded, and I reveled in the feel of his hands roaming over my body.

The bedroom was bathed in soft light, and I pushed Ben onto the bed, following him down, my body covering his. I kissed him hungrily, my tongue dueling with his as I ground my hips against his, our bare skin creating a delicious friction.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered against his lips, my hand guiding his cock to my entrance. “But first, I want to taste you, to show you how much I’ve been craving this.”

With that, I slid down his body, my hair trailing over his stomach as I took his length into my mouth. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting his salty pre-cum. I took him deep, my throat muscles working to accommodate his girth.

Ben’s hands tangled in my hair, his hips thrusting gently as he surrendered to the pleasure I was giving him. I looked up at him, my green eyes meeting his blue ones, and I smiled around his shaft, letting him see the pleasure I took in pleasing him.

I sucked and licked, using my tongue and lips to drive him wild. I teased his sensitive tip, swirling my tongue around it before taking him deep again. His moans filled the room, and I knew he was close.

“I’m gonna cum, Madeline,” he gasped, his hands tightening in my hair.

I increased the pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor. I wanted to taste his release, to feel his hot seed on my tongue. And then, with a strangled cry, he came, his hips bucking as he filled my mouth with his essence.

I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him. I licked him clean, my tongue tracing the length of his shaft before giving one final, lingering kiss to the head of his cock.

Ben lay there, panting, his body spent and satisfied. I crawled up his body, my breasts brushing against his chest, and kissed him softly.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, his eyes full of wonder.

I smiled, my hand stroking his cheek. “We’re just getting started, darling. Now it’s my turn to show you how good it can be.”

And with that, I positioned myself above him, guiding his still-hard cock to my entrance. I lowered myself slowly, taking him inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside me.

I began to move, riding him with slow, deliberate strokes. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing his face, and kissed him deeply, my tongue mimicking the rhythm of our bodies. Ben’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrust up to meet my descent.

“Oh, fuck, Madeline,” he groaned into my mouth. “You feel so good.”

I smiled against his lips, increasing the pace, riding him harder. I wanted to show him the power of an experienced woman, to make him understand that age was irrelevant when it came to raw, unbridled passion.

I rode him relentlessly, my body slick with sweat, my moans filling the room. I felt my own orgasm building, a delicious tension coiling in my core.

“Cum for me, Ben,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Let go and feel the pleasure I can give you.”

His hands found my nipples, pinching and rolling them as I rode him. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure through my body, and I cried out, my climax crashing over me like a wave.

“Madeline!” Ben shouted, his voice raw as he followed me over the edge. His cock twitched inside me, pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. I kissed his neck, his chest, leaving a trail of soft bites and kisses as I savored the afterglow.

“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” he whispered, his breath warm on my skin.

I smiled, nuzzling his neck. “Age is just a number, Ben. And tonight, you’ve learned that experience can be the most powerful aphrodisiac.”

As we lay there, sated and satisfied, I knew that this was just the beginning. Ben had unlocked a new world of pleasure, and I was eager to explore every inch of it with him.

The Headmistress’s Obsession

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Madeline stood tall and proud, her commanding presence filling the small office as she prepared for the day’s auditions. At fifty three years old, she was still an imposing figure, her hair neatly styled, and her sharp eyes missing nothing. As the headmistress of the prestigious all-boys school, she took great pride in her work, especially when it involved the young men under her care. She had a particular interest in their development, specifically in the area of their manhood.

The school was renowned for its unique approach to education, focusing on nurturing and guiding boys towards a strong and healthy manhood. And one of the ways Madeline believed they achieved this was by celebrating the very essence of masculinity—the penis. The campus was adorned with numerous statues of nude young men, their sculpted bodies a testament to the school’s ideals. However, for this new statue, Madeline had a specific vision in mind, one that would truly showcase the school’s most prized asset.

“I want this statue to be a symbol of our school’s prowess,” she had announced to her staff. “We will honor the boys’ journey to manhood by showcasing the very tool that defines their virility.” The staff, well accustomed to Madeline’s unconventional methods, nodded in agreement, knowing that this would be yet another intriguing project.

Madeline had a keen eye for detail, and she was determined to find the perfect model for the statue. She wanted a boy with a penis that would make jaws drop, a true embodiment of male power. And so, she sent out a notice for auditions, inviting the senior students to participate in what would be a unique and intimate
experience.

On the day of the auditions, a line of nervous yet eager eighteen-year-old boys formed outside her office. Each one had heard whispers about the nature of the tryouts, and their curiosity, mixed with a healthy dose of bravado, had brought them here. They knew of Madeline’s reputation, and the thought of standing before her, exposing their most private parts, was both thrilling and terrifying.

Madeline sat behind her large desk, a measuring tape and a small bowl within easy reach. She wore a dark blue dress that accentuated her ample bosom, a subtle reminder of her femininity in this male-dominated environment. As the first boy entered, he couldn’t help but notice her intense gaze, and he felt his nerves
tighten.

“Relax, dear,” Madeline said, her voice like silk. “This is a safe space. I want you to be comfortable, to embrace your masculinity and show me what you’ve got.” The boy, tall and lanky, with a shy smile, nodded, his eyes fixed on the floor.
“What’s your name, dear?” she asked gently.

“Ethan, ma’am,” he mumbled.

“Well, Ethan, let’s begin, shall we? Undress for me, and let’s see if you have what it takes.” Ethan’s heart raced as he slowly started to remove his clothes. His hands trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a lean, muscular torso. He was in good shape, a result of the school’s emphasis on physical education.
As he pushed his pants down, Madeline’s eyes widened slightly. Ethan’s penis, already semi-erect, was impressive. It hung thick and heavy, the head peeking out from beneath his foreskin. Madeline licked her lips, a subtle sign of her growing excitement.

“Oh, Ethan, that’s a fine start,” she purred. “Now, let’s see how well you respond to a little stimulation.” She picked up a small, sleek vibrator from her desk, causing Ethan’s eyes to widen in surprise. “Don’t worry, dear, this will help us get an accurate measurement.”

With a flick of a switch, the vibrator buzzed to life, emitting a soft, tantalizing hum. Madeline ran the tip along Ethan’s inner thigh, making him shiver. She then gently grazed his balls with the vibrating toy, causing his breath to catch. As she slowly moved the vibrator up and down his shaft, Ethan’s penis responded, growing harder and longer with each pass.

Madeline watched with satisfaction as Ethan’s cock thickened and lengthened, reaching an impressive eight inches. She wrapped the measuring tape around the base, noting the girth, before moving it to the tip, measuring the length.

“Excellent, Ethan. You have a beautiful penis, and I can see it responds well to
stimulation.”

Ethan, now fully erect, felt a mix of pride and embarrassment as Madeline admired his manhood. She instructed him to stroke himself, and as he did, she observed the way his hand moved, the rhythm he naturally fell into.

“Good, good,” she encouraged. “Now, I want you to edge. Bring yourself to the brink of orgasm, but don’t let go just yet.”

Ethan’s eyes rolled back slightly as he complied, his hand moving faster, his breath coming in short gasps.

Madeline watched with keen interest, her own excitement building as she witnessed his struggle to control his release. After a few minutes, she stopped him.

“Very good, Ethan. Now, I want you to ejaculate into this bowl.” She held up the small container, and Ethan, his cock throbbing, aimed his pulsating head at the target. With a few more strokes, he exploded, his cum shooting out in thick, white ropes, filling the bowl with his seed.

Madeline smiled, satisfied with Ethan’s performance. “Well done, dear. You may dress now and return to your dorm. I will be reviewing all the auditions and will announce the winner soon.”

Ethan, his heart still pounding, quickly dressed and left the office, his mind reeling from the experience. Boy after boy entered Madeline’s office, each one putting on a unique display of their manhood. Some were already well-endowed, their penises standing proudly at attention, while others needed a little encouragement from Madeline’s skilled hands and toys. She measured each one, noting their length and girth, and had them ejaculate, observing the volume and consistency of their cum.

There was Sebastian, a quiet boy with a shy smile, who revealed a thick, uncut cock that grew to an impressive nine inches when stimulated. He blushed deeply as he stroked himself for Madeline, his cum spurting out in powerful bursts, coating the bowl with his essence.

Another boy, Oliver, had a lean, athletic build and a cock that was already semi-erect when he entered. With Madeline’s expert touch, it grew to a solid eight inches, and he came with a passionate groan, his body trembling as he filled the bowl with his warm, creamy load.

As the auditions continued, Madeline’s excitement grew. She had seen some truly remarkable penises, each one a work of art in its own right. But she was waiting for that one boy who would embody the essence of the statue she envisioned—the ultimate symbol of male virility.

Then, as the day was drawing to a close, the final boy entered. His name was Lucas, and he had a confident stride and a mischievous grin that hinted at a playful nature. His eyes sparkled with a hint of challenge as he took in the scene, the measuring tape and bowl on the desk giving away the nature of the auditions.
“Well, well, Lucas,” Madeline said, her voice filled with anticipation. “I’ve been waiting for you. Let’s see if you can impress me.”

Lucas smirked, his confidence growing as he began to undress. His body was lean and toned, with a light dusting of hair leading down from his navel to his groin. As he pushed his boxers down, Madeline’s breath caught. Lucas’s penis was a work of art. It was long and thick, the head a deep purple, already glistening with pre-cum. It stood proudly, reaching just below his navel when fully erect, a true testament to his virility.

Madeline’s eyes widened as she measured his length, the tape extending to a remarkable ten inches. His girth was equally impressive, making her wonder how she would capture such a magnificent specimen in a statue.

“Oh, Lucas, you have a truly remarkable penis,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “Now, let’s see your control.”

Lucas, his cock throbbing with anticipation, began to stroke himself. His hand moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his eyes locked with Madeline’s. She watched, mesmerized, as he brought himself closer and closer to

the edge. His breathing quickened, and his hand moved faster, but he maintained control, his body trembling with the effort.

“That’s it, Lucas,” Madeline encouraged, her voice hoarse with arousal. “Show me your power, your control.

Make yourself wait, and then release with all the passion you can muster.”

Lucas’s eyes rolled back, and with a final, powerful stroke, he let go. His orgasm ripped through him, and he cried out, his body shaking as he filled the bowl with his cum. Rope after rope of thick, white liquid spurted from his cock, a testament to his virility and endurance.

Madeline was breathless, her body tingling with desire. She had found her winner. Lucas’s penis, with its impressive size and his ability to control and unleash his orgasm, was the perfect embodiment of what she sought for the statue.

“Congratulations, Lucas,” she said, her voice steady despite her racing heart. “You will be the model for our new statue. The sculptor will be here in a week, and I want you to be ready to pose for him.”

Lucas grinned, his chest swelling with pride. “I’ll be ready, ma’am. I promise to give it my all.”

As Lucas left the office, Madeline couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had found the perfect boy, and now the school would have a statue that would truly showcase its most well-endowed student. The thought of seeing Lucas’s magnificent penis immortalized in stone excited her, and she couldn’t wait for the sculptor to arrive, knowing that this would be a project unlike any other.

Little did the boys know, as they returned to their dorms, that their headmistress had a deep-seated passion for their manhood, and that this statue would be a lasting tribute to the school’s unique approach to education and the celebration of male virility.

The first chapter ends here, with the selection of Lucas as the model for the statue, but the story of Madeline’s obsession with the boys’ penises and her unique approach to education is far from over. The sculptor’s arrival and the creation of the statue will bring new twists and turns, and the boys will soon discover that their headmistress’s interest in their manhood goes far beyond mere academic curiosity.

The Neighbor’s Charm

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I stood at the window, my gaze fixed on the young man across the street, his lean, muscular frame glistening with sweat as he mowed the lawn. His name was Roy, and he was the epitome of youthful vigor and charm. With his brown hair falling across his forehead and those sparkling green eyes, he looked like a fresh-faced schoolboy, but his body told a different story. He was all man, and I couldn’t help but feel a tingling between my thighs as I watched him.

I, Madeline, was a woman of a certain age, fifty to be precise, but I still had a healthy appetite for life’s pleasures. My brown hair, now streaked with subtle hints of gray, framed my green eyes and a face that had been called pretty more times than I could count. My body, though not as firm as it once was, still had its charms, especially my shapely figure and my full C-cup breasts. I had always been one to embrace my sexuality, and I wasn’t about to let a little thing like age get in my way.

As I observed Roy, I felt a familiar stirring within me. I had noticed him before, of course. How could I not? He was the talk of the neighborhood, the young stud who could do any odd job you needed with a smile and a wink. I had seen him mowing lawns, trimming hedges, and even helping Mrs. Johnson next door carry her groceries. He was a local hero of sorts, and I was determined to have him for myself, even if just for a brief moment.

I straightened my silk robe, feeling the soft fabric caress my skin, and made my way downstairs. Stepping out onto the front porch, I inhaled the fresh, grassy scent of the newly mown lawn. Roy had just finished and was coiling the power cord of the mower, his movements graceful and effortless.

“Roy, dear,” I called out, my voice laced with a hint of seduction. “Would you be interested in earning some extra cash?”

He looked up, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my appearance. I knew I must have been quite a sight, standing there in my robe, my hair loose around my shoulders. I could see the spark of interest in his eyes, and it made my pulse quicken.

“Yeah, sure, Mrs. M,” he replied, a charming smile spreading across his face. “What do you need?”

“Well, I have a few odd jobs around the house. Some heavy lifting, moving furniture, that sort of thing. I thought you might be able to help me out.” I tried to sound casual, but my heart was pounding.

“Absolutely! I’m your guy. When do you want me to start?” Roy’s enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself smiling back at him.

“How about now? I’ll pay you well, and there might be… other benefits,” I added, lowering my voice conspiratorially.

His eyes lit up, and I knew he understood the implication. “I’ll be right over, Mrs. M.”

I turned and walked back into the house, my heart racing. I had just invited a young, attractive man into my home, and I intended to seduce him. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I quickly prepared myself, taking a long, luxurious bath and shaving my legs until they were smooth as silk. I applied a touch of perfume between my breasts, letting the scent tease my senses. Then, I dressed in a silk camisole and a pair of matching panties, choosing a set in a deep burgundy color that accentuated my fair skin.

As I heard the doorbell ring, I took a deep breath and composed myself. Opening the door, I was greeted by Roy’s handsome face, now slightly flushed from the warm summer air.

“Hey, Mrs. M,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Ready to get to work?”

“Yes, come in, Roy,” I purred, stepping aside to let him enter.

He walked into the foyer, his eyes taking in my appearance. I could see the appreciation in his gaze as he admired my curves. “You look… amazing,” he said, his voice catching slightly.

“Thank you, dear. Now, let’s get started, shall we?” I led him up the stairs to my bedroom, the room I had specifically requested his help with.

The bedroom was spacious, with a large four-poster bed and a sitting area by the window. I had a few pieces of furniture I wanted to rearrange, and as Roy entered, he immediately got to work. He lifted a heavy dresser with ease, his muscles flexing beneath his tight t-shirt. I watched, transfixed, as he moved with purpose, his body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.

“Wow, you’re strong,” I remarked, my voice breathy.

He grinned, revealing a set of straight, white teeth. “Just doing my job, Mrs. M.”

I approached him, my hands resting on his shoulders. “You’re doing a wonderful job, Roy. I appreciate your help.” As I spoke, my fingers began to knead the taut muscles of his shoulders, and I felt him relax under my touch.

“Oh, that feels good,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

Encouraged by his response, I continued the massage, my hands gliding over his strong back. I could feel his body heat through the thin fabric of his shirt, and my own body responded, my nipples hardening against the silk camisole.

“You have such strong hands, Mrs. M,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “You should do this more often.”

“Oh, but I do, dear,” I replied, my voice a sultry whisper. “And I have other talents as well.”

With that, I slid my hands around to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as I went. His warm skin was revealed, and I let my fingers explore the contours of his chest, tracing the light dusting of hair that led downward.

Roy’s breath quickened, and he turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire. “Mrs. M, we shouldn’t…” he began, but his words trailed off as I placed my hand on the bulge in his jeans.

“Oh, but we should, Roy,” I said, my voice throaty with need. “I want you, and I think you want me too.”

He didn’t need any more convincing. With a growl, he pulled me close, his lips crushing mine in a passionate kiss. I melted into him, my hands roaming over his back, feeling the play of muscle beneath my fingertips. His tongue danced with mine, and I could taste the sweetness of his youth.

Breaking the kiss, I led him to the bed, my heart pounding with anticipation. I pushed him gently onto the mattress, and he lay back, his eyes never leaving mine. I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips, and began to unbutton my camisole, revealing my lace-clad breasts.

Roy’s eyes widened as I exposed myself to him, and his hands reached up to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples through the lace. I arched my back, offering myself to him, and he took full advantage, bending his head to take a nipple into his warm mouth.

I gasped at the sensation, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me. His mouth was hot and wet, and he suckled me eagerly, his hands now roaming over my thighs, inching closer to the damp heat between my legs.

“Oh, Roy,” I moaned, my fingers threading through his hair. “That feels incredible.”

He pulled away, leaving my nipple wet and aching, and looked up at me with a devilish grin. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Mrs. M.”

With that, he sat up, pushing me back onto the bed. His hands went to my panties, sliding them down my legs, and I lifted my hips to help him. He tossed the silk aside and gazed at my exposed pussy, his eyes full of hunger.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I spread my legs for him, inviting him to explore. He leaned down, his breath hot against my sensitive skin, and then his tongue was there, licking and teasing my clit. I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets as he delved deeper, his tongue fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Yes, yes!” I cried, my hips bucking against his mouth. “Don’t stop, Roy!”

He didn’t stop. He ate me with a fervor that belied his youthful appearance, his tongue and fingers bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core, and I wanted to explode.

“Roy, I’m going to come!” I cried out, my voice high and desperate.

He increased his pace, his tongue flicking my clit with relentless precision. I felt my pussy clench around his fingers, and then I was tumbling over the edge, my body shaking with the force of my release.

“Oh God!” I gasped, my eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

Roy didn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck at my sensitive flesh until I was writhing on the bed, my orgasm seemingly never-ending. Finally, I collapsed, my body spent and sated.

As I lay there, panting, Roy crawled up my body, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I opened my eyes to see him gazing down at me, his expression fierce and possessive.

“Now it’s my turn, Mrs. M,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, reaching up to trace the contours of his face. “I think I’d like that, Roy.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance. I was still sensitive from my orgasm, but I wanted him inside me, needed to feel him filling me.

With one smooth thrust, he entered me, and I cried out at the sensation of being stretched and filled. He was thick and hard, and I could feel every inch of him as he began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. “Yes, Roy, fuck me,” I urged, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He obliged, pounding into me with abandon, his youthful energy driving him on. I matched his rhythm, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a frenzied dance.

“I’m close,” he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. “So close, Mrs. M.”

I felt his cock swell within me, and I knew he was on the brink. I tightened my muscles around him, milking his length, and that was all it took.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out, his body tensing as he came.

I felt his hot cum filling me, pulsing deep inside my pussy, and it sent me over the edge again. I came around him, my body shuddering with pleasure, as he continued to thrust, riding out his orgasm.

We lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, our hearts pounding and our bodies slick with sweat. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling his rapid pulse beneath my fingertips.

“That was…” Roy began, but I placed a finger over his lips.

“Shh,” I whispered. “No need for words, Roy. Just enjoy the moment.”

He smiled, a lazy, satisfied grin, and kissed my fingertips. “I think I’ve found my new favorite job, Mrs. M.”

I laughed, a throaty, satisfied sound. “Well, I’m glad I could provide such a rewarding experience, dear. And I do believe there’s still some furniture to move.”

As I said this, I felt his cock twitch inside me, and I knew the afternoon was far from over. We had only just begun to explore the possibilities of our forbidden encounter, and I intended to savor every moment.