On this particular day, Wendy decided to go for a jog through her upscale neighborhood. Changing into her running shorts and top, she looked herself over critically in the mirror. In her mid-fifties, she couldn’t let her body go downhill or she would never attract those young guys. Today, however, she liked what she saw in her mirror. Her muscles were toned and her body weighed a slim one-hundred-twenty-nine pounds. On her five-foot-six frame, that looked good. Her ass was nice—round and reasonably firm, and her boobs stuck out nice and firm. They were perfect globes that looked good. She knew from the compliments she always received that there was no problem in that area. They were a perfect 34-C with nice pink nipples if someone needed to know.

She had only gone half a block on her run when she ran into Jenny Smith. Jenny was a friendly, buxom, blonde, about forty-five, that would be categorized as a BBW, though an attractive one. At this moment, she was supervising two teen boys unloading her SUV. Wendy recognized one as Jenny’s son, Jason, but the other was a well-built black teenager about the same age. That would put at them both about nineteen. They were taking a pair of suitcases out of the vehicle.

“Yeah, we do. Nigel here is staying with us for a month as part of an exchange deal with my son, Jason’s, water polo team,” Jenny replied, pointing to the black teen boy.

“My youngest is different than my others. He saw water polo during the Olympics and wanted to do it. Nigel, Jason, come over here and say hi to Wendy,” she told the two boys.

“Hello Mrs. Kay, I’m Nigel. So pleased to meet you, ma’am,” Nigel told her with a cultured English accent, as he too, eyed the attractive Wendy up.

“I’m from Manchester, ma’am, so I guess you’re right. Except that my family is originally from the Bahamas. My dad transferred to the UK for his banking job and I mostly grew up there,” Nigel replied.

Jason was also tasty. Of similar size and build to Nigel, it seemed like just yesterday he was a little kid. But now he was all grown up. And very attractive in his own right. Which only added to the stirring in her loins.

Wendy continued, “So, do you have a pool to practice in here?” she said, nodding towards the house.

“Why don’t you two come over and use mine whenever you want? I don’t mind,” Wendy offered.

“It’s no trouble whatsoever. In fact, why don’t the two of you come to my house tomorrow for lunch and bring your swimsuits,” Wendy told them with an inviting smile.

Jenny agreed, oblivious to Wendy’s flirting with the boys, and a time was settled upon. Then Wendy jogged off with the boys watching and admiring her ass.

Laughing, Jason replied, “I’m not sure exactly what you said, but if you mean she has a sexy body and nice tits. I’m with you. Even though she is, like, my mom’s age (and he was wrong, she was around ten years older), she is pretty fucking hot!”

Nigel was interested, “That is some rumor! Any more rumors about her?”

As the boys discussed Wendy’s hotness, Wendy was jogging around the block thinking naughty thoughts. Seeing such a hot guy, in Nigel, aroused the full cougar in her. She was already thinking about how delicious Nigel’s black cock would be in her mouth, and how it would feel inside her pussy. And that buff body! Wow! For that matter, Jason would be a treat as well. Wendy could feel a three-way coming on, but first, it had to be Nigel.

The orgasm shook her body as Wendy exploded from the inside out in a burst of pleasure. Finished, she lay back with her breast heaving from the experience, plotting her next move. The two boys would have to wait until tomorrow, unfortunately. Wendy debated cruising the skate park or the arcade but decided she needed to go shopping to get some items for the upcoming lunch. With her set of Ben-Wa balls inserted into her cunt for pleasure, she set off

“Hey, Wendy, do you remember me? DeShaun? How are you doing?” a handsome young black man said to her.

DeShaun continued, “I’m grateful for everything you did for me,” then, with a gleam in his eye, he added, “And I mean everything.”

“Well, DeShaun, why don’t you meet me in the back of the parking lot, over there by those trees, in your car? I’ll drive back there too. I think you deserve a reward for how well you’ve done if you catch my meaning,” Wendy told him in cougar mode, her brown eyes shining.

Wendy was not disappointed. This virile young man had a wonderful cock to suck. It filled her mouth nicely, and she was soon rewarded by his grunts and moans as she took him to that special place. Inside her pussy, the Ben-Wa balls were working their magic, exciting her as she sucked his schlong.

The taste of his pre-cum was soon in her mouth and his tight balls and moans indicated that soon the white nectar from his black cock was going to fill her mouth. And so it was, as he arched his back, shoving his dick further down her throat as he climaxed.

“Fuck yeah, mama, you’re the best! Way better than my girlfriend. Did you know that you were the first girl to ever suck my cock? I’m not forgetting you, baby,” DeShaun raved as the spurts ceased and he withdrew his penis from her lips.

Later that night at the Smith house, Nigel climbed into bed. His thoughts drifted to the older white woman who had stopped and talked to them. Nigel recalled her slim, sexy body, long legs, sweet ass, and delicious baps. The fact that Jason said that it was rumoured that she was a bit randy excited him. He intended to bang an American girl while he was here, but he always imagined it would be one his age. However, the mature woman who chatted them up had an undeniable sex appeal. It was easy to imagine doing a spread with her.

Nigel felt the cum well up from his balls and the wonderful release of cumming. His baby batter shot high into the air, coming down to splatter on his chest in an evergrowing mosaic of creamy cum. Satisfied at last, he lay back and hoped that he would get a chance to chat Wendy up and see if she was the high-class slut that she seemed like she was.

Drops of pre-cum appeared on Jason’s cock head as he stared at the computer image. He could imagine his prick going in and out of Wendy’s mature cunt. The only question that he had was if her cunt was shaved or hairy. Soon, he too was nearing orgasm. Beating his meat rapidly, he brought himself to a climax with a gasp.

Wendy, that night, was oblivious to the extent of the full sexual impact she had made on these two boys. DeShaun, Nigel, and Jason weren’t the only ones masturbating to thoughts of Wendy that night—there were a couple of others as well, that were jerking off to the memory of her and the thought of future sex with her.

Wendy was in heaven looking at their muscles and crotch bulges, and even Jenny had some very inappropriate thoughts about Nigel and his bulge—thoughts that she kept to herself. Fucking a young house guest half her age was taboo, but right now Jenny was visualizing his muscular black body and BBC taking her and having his way with her, his cock repeatedly and forcefully fucking her helpless pussy. The fact that she had heard that black guys had big cocks added to her fantasy immensely. She would have been titillated by the fact that Nigel had been surreptitiously eyeing her ample boobs as well.

Wendy’s bikini cover-up was open in the front row, displaying her firm sexy body and nice tits in a one-piece that showed plenty of cleavage and belly as well, due to it opening up in front to a diamond shape, showing her bare, firm, belly, crisscrossed by the strings of the suit. At other times she would have just worn a bikini, but with Jenny there, she felt she needed to show some decorum.

Wendy reminded Nigel of a posh Lady of the Manor, and replied gallantly, “I think you have a body that would make men lose their minds as well, Wendy.”

“Wendy, you have a right smashing body. Absolutely first-rate. You are very fit and sexy in my book,” Nigel replied.

Before she let him go, she reemphasized with lingering eye contact, “Especially with me.”

They finally made their way back to the patio and lunch was served. In the small talk, Nigel mentioned that he wanted to try authentic Mexican food here in America. Wendy immediately mentioned a Mexican restaurant that a friend’s husband owned and asked if he want her to take him there for lunch tomorrow.

“What about Nigel? I don’t mind picking him up and taking him to lunch. Show him some real Mexican food and the best chili verde around, that is if you don’t mind?” Wendy offered, always the classy hostess.

Nigel was thrilled. After the encounter in the hallway, he knew for sure that the randy Wendy probably had something sexual in mind. Jason was disappointed that he couldn’t finagle his way to join them. If what he thought and had seen about her was true, Wendy might be planning to have her way with his friend.

“You lucky bastard! I think you’re gonna get laid. I told you she was a slut,” Jason gushed.

Needless to say, once the guys were in their respective beds that night, both again masturbated with Wendy in mind, and once again both of them shot a strong load of cum from their big, hard, young cocks as they orgasmed. Jason rubbed the drying cum on his belly, imagining it was on Wendy’s tits.

The Smiths were leaving for the dentist when Wendy stopped by in her classic Mustang convertible with the top down. Nigel smiled when he saw Wendy. She looked smashing. Her breasts looked deliciously exposed, promising untold pleasure for his mouth if he got lucky. Her long legs beckoned, leading to hidden pleasure above them.

Wendy made menu suggestions and Nigel enjoyed the lunch. She also ordered him a Mexican beer and a glass of wine for herself. Nigel was polite, witty, and well-mannered, but with a hint of the rogue about him. Very classy for someone so young. Nigel was smitten by this rather smashing woman and more than excited about the obvious implications of her flashing her quim at him. He didn’t get a great look at it but got the hint loud and clear.

“I love it! Just the right amount of spice,” Nigel replied.

“Have you ever been with an older woman before?” Wendy asked, cutting to the chase.

“Well, maybe it’s time you gained that experience. Dessert is on me, at my house,” she told him.

“I think I’m rather done here, in that case. So, if you don’t mind, I’m ready for dessert,” the black English kid told Wendy.

The sight of a framed pic of Wendy and her husband in the hallway gave Nigel pause. The last thing he wanted was to get caught by an angry husband, but Wendy seemed nonplussed.

With that Wendy pulled off Nigel’s shirt, exposing his well-muscled broad chest, shaved smooth. Next, she deftly removed his shorts and underwear, exposing his large, proud, black cock. It was every bit as big and delicious as Wendy imagined. She would enjoy that one in both mouth and pussy, that was for sure!

Wendy slipped her skirt and blouse off quickly, exposing her breasts in the sexy half-cup bra and her hairless pussy outlined in the crotchless panties. Nigel was more than pleased. She exceeded his wildest expectations. If he had known she was ten years older than he guessed, he would have been even more impressed.

“Oh my god, Wendy, you’re absolutely smashing it! My cock feels so good!” Nigel gasped at what was the best blowjob of his young life.

Wendy loved showing off her deep-throat skills. It was something she had practiced extensively using a dildo. However, a real cock was much nicer to have in your mouth and throat. It was hard, yet soft, and so alive! When she began to taste his pre-cum, she knew it was time to move on to the main event. While she loved the taste of cum, today she wanted his seed in her vagina, filling her up with his baby-making cum. With a last kiss to the cock head, she stopped and crawled up on top of him, face to face, her pussy rubbing against his massive member.

“I don’t have any Johnnys, er, condoms,” Nigel blurted out, accidentally using the British term.

“I want you to fuck me bareback. I want you to cum in my pussy and fill me with your African seed. I don’t care what happens and I don’t give a fuck about what my husband will think. But first I want you to eat my pussy. You do eat pussy, don’t you?” Wendy inquired.

Wendy sat up in bed and reached back, removing her bra, letting her C-cup tits flop free. Before lying on her back and spreading her legs. Nigel liked what he saw. There was something very erotic in the size and shape of this mature woman’s jugs. Wisely, Nigel began by kissing Wendy’s neck and shoulders before working his way down to her titties. He had been well-trained by his old girlfriend in foreplay, and it showed now, much to Wendy’s delight.

Exploring Wendy’s wet pussy with his free hand, he parted her lips and stuck a finger inside exploratory. Wendy moaned and soon Nigel found her clit and circled it.

Obliging, Nigel moved down and put his face into Wendy’s bald snatch. He started by licking her pussy lips, then moved his tongue inside of her, moving it around it circularly. Then he began probing it deeper, here and there, until he was licking her clit directly.

Nigel complied, working her clit with his tongue while his hand reached up and kneaded her tit, pinching and rolling her hard nipple slightly between his fingers. Wendy was in heaven.

Wendy’s moans grew in intensity as did her verbal expressions of pleasure.

True to her word, Wendy pulled Nigel’s face in tight to her snatch as she cried out, bucking in orgasm.

For Wendy, there was no moment, except for climax, more delicious than the first moment a large, hard, dick entered her pussy for the first time. It was a feeling to be savored. The feeling of an impossibly large cock sliding into her, stretching her cunt out, and about to seriously fuck her. There was a reason she loved BBC. Hell, there was a reason she loved any big cock!

It was an unforgettable moment for Nigel. This sexy, posh, upper-class lady on top of him, begging him to fuck her hard. Her cunt felt amazingly tight. Nigel had heard that older women had loose cunts, but that wasn’t the case with Wendy. Her fuck hole was as tight as a twenty-year-olds.

“Screw me, you bastard. Screw me with your big fucking cock. Make me your fucking whore you little pervert!” Wendy growled in a seductive, low voice.