His big cock felt so good!

Hopefully you will post this story you people from Cougarfetish. It sounds a little cliché about his big cock and not so plausible, but it really happened to me yesterday and I’m still totally enjoying it. Here it goes! Just call me Cindy, German girl, even though that name is made up. My age of 49 is real. In fairness, I have only had sex with a few different men to be exact, with 1 boyfriend and 2 previous friends. With the first boyfriend, I am married. Even though I never measured them, I don’t think any of them were larger than 14 or 15 centimeters. Photo from Sarra.

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So very average, and I have always been very satisfied with it. This was not where my relationships ended or anything like that. I have been single again since last December, so about 10 months now. I like it, but here is the first cliché: a woman also has her needs. And since a month or so they started to play a role in my life again. With every man who was even a little nice, I started to fantasize. Yesterday was another day that I got out of bed with a horny feeling and what even an orgasm under the shower did not wash away.

I had to stay at home.

I had to stay at home, so I had time, a mechanic would come to check the heating. That has to be done every 3 years or so. He was on time at 10:00, and I liked him right away. I have to be honest I wouldn’t fall for someone who works with their hands just like that, really wrong but yes that’s just how it is. But this guy was really different. He had a very bright, intelligent look in his eyes, and he was all neat and polite. He was very tall and muscular, and except for his somewhat worn work clothes, he looked well-groomed.

I showed him where to go and helped him with the attic stairs, which sometimes had some problems. As he pushed his way past me to go up the stairs, I smelled him. He even smelled awfully good, to say. Then I went downstairs to load the dishwasher. My gaze fell on the clock, ten thirty, coffee time, so when I was done with the dishes I went to make coffee and walked upstairs to invite the mechanic for a cup. He said he didn’t want to be away from the central heating for long if he had disconnected everything, so I brought him the coffee and also took a cup for myself. Between the moving boxes of my ex’s stuff that he had never come back to get, we drank our coffee and chatted a bit.

He made me horny on the spot.

He made me horny on the spot. Or rather, I had been for a long time. While he talked about his work and I about mine, I started to imagine myself ripping off his clothes and taking his cock in my mouth. When we had both finished our coffee, it was actually time for me to go back downstairs, but I wanted to stay nice, so I asked him if he wanted to explain about the heating system and where a certain sound came from that I heard at night. “Then the central heating pumps the water around one last time” he explained and interested as I was I came to see which part of the machine was responsible for it. God, how delicious he smelled so close to me.

I put my hand on his shoulder to support myself and that’s how it could have been explained, had he not taken a liking to me. But finally, my mechanic realized that my interest was not purely Platonic. He turned to me and his eyes were naughty. I put my index finger in front of my lips in an attempt to make it clear to him that no one would have to find out. He immediately grabbed me by my hips with his big, strong hands and pressed me against him. He felt warm and smelled of my desire. I closed my eyes and planted my lips on his, which felt wonderful on mine.

I immediately went in search of that which I had been missing again for so fucking long, a nice stiff cock! When I opened the buttons of his work pants, I could already feel that there was not exactly an average size hidden behind them. When I had finally freed it, I couldn’t suppress a sigh of surprise.

That thing was huge! Love that big cock.

Good heavens, that thing was huge! Jeez, I muttered. He chuckled and with a completely appropriate sense of pride he looked at my astonished head just above his huge cock. I couldn’t even get my fingers all the way around it, I barely got to half of it, let alone be able to put it in my mouth. I decided not to even try, and instead began to lick and jerk him off extensively with two hands. Enjoying it, he watched as, once I had recovered from the initial surprise, I was very much enjoying myself with his big cock.

He was uncircumcised, and I like that because it allows you to pull the foreskin back and forth over the glans nicely, and I also find it horny to suck on it. His imposing glans began to glisten more and more when I had been occupying myself with it for a while. Meanwhile, his hand had also found my pussy and he could feel it in all its wetness. He fingered me with 1, then 2 and finally 3 fingers. I began to long for his big cock deep inside me. If only it would fit!

I let go of his cock and sat on him, my pussy hanging over his cock.

The moment of truth had come and as relaxed as possible I lowered myself onto him. I shouldn’t have worried, because even though he felt huge, and my pussy was pushed to the limit, it fit, and I still slid quite a bit over his pole with reasonable ease. Quietly I began to slide my juicy pussy back and forth on him and the more my fluids spread over his cock, the easier it became, until at some point I had reached the rhythm I liked best.

I had to restrain myself not to involve my clit.

I had to restrain myself not to involve my clit as well, because then I would have cum within a few minutes. So I continued like this for a while, deliberately keeping my hands away from my pussy by putting them in his neck. This way I could support myself better and increased the pace in which my hips went up and down. Until I saw that Mr. Mechanic was starting to have a hard time.

I came up and let him escape from me. I grabbed an old quilt from the pile of boxes under the sloping roof and threw it on the floor. I got down on my knees in front of him and reached back to invitingly pull my buttocks apart. I heard him grunt in pleasure as he sat down behind me and drilled his big cock deep into my pussy. It felt fantastic to be stretched so far with each thrust of his hips. I felt the pleasure of being intensely filled, something I had apparently unknowingly missed with my previous boyfriends, and I wondered a tad worried if I could ever settle for less.

Well, once again I have to be honest and say that my buttocks are without a doubt the best part of my body and that if I get the chance I regularly admire them in the mirror. This often results in a masturbation session that would not be out of place in a porn movie. I soon realized that my large-headed mechanic also appreciated the view. While he was fucking me hard at a brisk pace, he lovingly and admiringly groped my buttocks and kneaded them with a gentleness and finesse that was in stark contrast to his rough thrusts deep inside me.

When he also started stroking and massaging my clit with his fingers with just as much finesse, there was no stopping me and without delay I thundered towards a splashing orgasm. When I came, he pushed himself completely into me and audibly enjoyed the way my pussy ecstatically tried to squeeze his cock. Only when the last convulsion had left my body did he let go of my clit and slowly pulled his still rock hard cock out of my pussy. It had to be done quietly, because my worn out pussy was still gripping him in an intimate embrace. She didn’t want to say goodbye to him any more than I did myself.

When she finally let him go with a heartfelt pussy fart, my mechanic pretended not to hear.

Maybe that was true, because he was about to cum himself and seemed to be preoccupied with only one thing: he wanted to cum too. I turned around and grabbed my breasts as an invitation to receive his sperm on them. He immediately accepted that invitation, and I helped him by massaging his balls while he finished himself on my tits. His big cock and thick balls made me suspect a big load of seed and he did not disappoint me, as he pumped quite a few powerful thick jets of warm pleasure over my breasts.

Proudly, we looked at the result together. As if we had been lovers for years, he kissed me passionately on the mouth and I answered him instinctively by opening my lips, and so we lay together tonguing for minutes more. As slowly reality began to seep back into our consciousness, we detached ourselves from each other. We descended the stairs again and went to freshen up together in the bathroom. We gave each other another kiss before he went back to work in the attic and I went to unload the dishwasher. My legs still felt a little weak and I felt all rosy.

An hour later, he came back downstairs. He told me what he had done and that the heater would be fine for a while now. I signed his statement with flamboyant strokes and chuckled when I compared it in my mind with the way he had signed his own name on my bosom only an hour ago. He looked at me and I spontaneously asked him, “Do you have anything to do tomorrow night?”

I am almost done with my little story and am about to get ready to leave. We agreed to meet at his house because he was eager to cook for me. I’m curious about dessert. Because I know by now that he is very good with his big whipped cream syringe!