1. Matilda's lovers


    Date: 6/29/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: magentalips, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    its cloying aroma. “As your birthday present for this special year, I bring you all my lovers!” says his loving wife suddenly. “All your … lovers…?” asks Naudin. “I know you have had many, and they will not all fit on our bed. Some of them are dead anyway.” “They all fitted on to my beds, and also elsewhere, so now I would like to share them with you.” “Sounds good,” says Naudin, not really sure what Matilda means. His lovely wife now stands astride him, her fair thighs parted to slightly crack open the pink slit of his heavenly gate. “Great God,” sighs the husband, himself ready to pass away to heaven. “My very first lover was dear Lothar, a very handsome blond young man of my home in wheat fields of Marburg, “ says Matilda. “Boy, did I have the hots for that man, in a big way. "I don’t know how many times I masturbated in my little warm bed while imagining that he was pounding me in between my legs. “We couldn’t get together for a long time, what with both of our parents being in the way. But one day we did, or really I did. “We went for a walk through ripe wheat to the only hill around there where there was an old ruined castle on top. “It was hot and we were sweaty and tired from our slog so we collapsed against a castle wall in the shade of a beautiful old oak. “Lothar was sitting next to me his hand very tentatively came over to feel my breasts, moving deliciously to squeeze one then the other. Then his rough farmer’s hand found its way inside, and found my ...
    ultra-sensitive nipples. “God, I still remember well how that felt, for that first time. “Then I saw a huge bulge growing in his shorts! ‘Au nom de Dieu,’ the French would have exclaimed, I tell you! “I kissed the boy back now hard, remembering all my orgasms in bed that he had given to me without his knowing. “Then I unzipped his pants, and was quite startled by the large pink-white Maypole that stood up through that zip. “My natural instinct, from I don’t know where, was to kiss the pink tip of it and then putting my mouth over it to suck. Delectable, I must say and I certainly didn’t want to stop sucking it in a hurry. “But my boy was by this time beside himself, moaning and squirming with his eyes shut. “Again from I don’t know what instinct, I wanted to put that erect pole inside me, even if it might tear the little hole between my legs. Poor Naudin is by this time rather overwhelmed. His thinner and more aged pole is now surprisingly also standing up erect. “Oh oh … and what do we have here …? It’s the birthday boy standing up to be counted!” says Matilda. “So I did this very quickly with Lothar, for the first time in my life, but certainly not for the last.” Matilda gently spreads her legs and sits down on her man’s penis and uses her vagina to grip it firmly. “Great God,” mumbles Naudin again, feeling the warmth of that canal of life that he always longs to stay in. “I can tell you that memory of the first time that I was riding on a penis, especially that hard and huge one, was ...
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