As you get older, you begin to truly appreciate the simplest things. For example, a solid, regular male erection. Now I think back to my youth—what a fool I was... How many guys I shaved. How many orgasms I missed... For some reason, I grumbled at my husband, who always needed something. And then... Then it turned out that I lived for several years without an erection. Fingers, vibrators, colorful dildos, even vegetables and fruits... What hasn't happened to me over the years... But it's all wrong. Nothing compares to the magic of a real, erect, and therefore valuable, male end. And yesterday I finally got that ending! I'm speaking in verse now because I'm happy. I've been working towards this for a very long time, and here it is! It's happened! To be honest, Petenka was drunk. I tried my best to make it happen at the office party. I shouted toasts, topped up his glass, offered him another drink. And when he was drunk enough, I offered to take him home in a taxi. To my place, naturally. She dragged him to the bed, laid him down, undressed him, and mounted him. Young Petya's body readily yielded to my caresses. Even in his semi-conscious state, his penis fulfilled its mission with dignity—to give me a little simple feminine happiness. So, yesterday he was very drunk. He might not even remember what we did now. He'll wake up, see me next to him, and... What happens next? What if he starts rushing around the room, pulling on his clothes, begging me not to tell anyone? That would be terrible! I haven't slept in a long time. I thought, thought, thought... I washed my face, brushed my teeth, put on makeup. Well, a little. I put on my sexiest lingerie. Of course I have it. How long it's been waiting for its moment... I sprayed myself liberally with expensive perfume, even in those very places – for impudent people. What if... I lay down on the bed next to Petya and began admiring the bulge on the blanket. How wonderful a regular, strong, manly morning erection is... How long I'd dreamed about it... The clock treacherously dragged on. I firmly decided that I wouldn't wake him before seven, but I certainly wouldn't let him fall asleep after seven. A storm of emotions washed over me as I stood next to the peacefully snoring young man. What would happen next? Would he be scared? Would he regret yesterday? Or would he be delighted and take me again? And how would he take me? Or only in the mouth or... I was soaking wet, anticipating what was to come. And so the alarm clock turned the ugly, awful 6:59 into a perfect, beautiful 7:00. There was no point in waiting any longer. I dove under the covers, found Petya's erect penis, and began sucking. Gently, slowly, but powerfully. Petya had to be satisfied. Ah, what a pity I can't see his face now... Is he surprised? Or scared? He's definitely confused right now, but this surprise must be pleasant. Petya lifted the blanket. "Ah... Maria Alekseyevna..." it sounded like a sickle across... well, across the heart. He would have addressed me formally now. At a time like this. But I'm only ten years older than him. Okay, almost fifteen. Is that really a reason to address me like that? Surely, you could just call me Masha. - It's you... Petenka added naively, not even realizing how much pain he was causing me. I really wanted to punish him for this, so I started sucking especially hard and fast. Petya first took a deep breath through his nose, then began moaning and moving his pelvis. He grabbed my head with his hands and began to guide me. Everything went according to plan. Orgasm is a positive emotion. The most powerful positive emotion. Even if he wanted someone else on top of me right now, after I make him happy, he'll look at me differently. I'll be someone who knows how to make him feel good. And people strive to repeat positive emotions... And just as I was succumbing to his strong hands, throwing myself onto his cock, already anticipating the release of sperm into my mouth, he stopped. He held my head still and said: - Wait, that's not it. While he was crawling out from under me and getting off the bed, I frantically ran through all the things I could have done "wrong." I sucked normally, hard and deep. I didn't use my teeth. I obeyed the tempo and amplitude he had set. Was he really going to leave now?! But Petenka simply grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him. I was standing on all fours, with my backside to him. He pulled down my lacy panties and... licked them. Yes, yes. Right there. Lord, what good have I ever done in my life? Why am I being rewarded like this? Did the prayer from the old woman I let go ahead of me in line last week really get through? Of course, I won't cum—Petya was caressing my hole too gently. But I'm guaranteed to be in a great mood for the whole day, or even the whole week. It's still so good that I cleaned everything up properly... And Petenka, having played with her vagina, moved up to the other hole. Oh, God! Not one of my few lovers, not even the most perverted, has ever done this for me before. Petya, my sunshine! You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'll do anything for you now! I'll give you anything you want now! As if hearing my thoughts, Petya straightened up and pressed his cock against my ass. Years ago, I would have angrily shouted something rude and left, but not now. "Yes... Come on," I asked, realizing that Petya couldn't make up his mind. "You can do anything. Come on!" And Petenka entered. Gently and carefully. He thrust in a little and pulled out. He thrust a little deeper and pulled out again. Only after a few such approaches did he push his cock all the way in and begin to fuck roughly and hard. It was both painful and pleasurable. I screamed sincerely, not caring if the neighbors could hear me. I forced myself to scream "Yes" so that Petya wouldn't stop or change his mind. And a thought awoke in my head: “I’m a whore!” How wonderful this is! I am a woman who wants to be fucked. And I am fucked. My body is attractive. My face is beautiful. My behavior is sexy. I am not one of those old women who sit at the entrance and call young girls prostitutes. I am the one whom they call prostitutes out of envy. Today they will sit and talk about moans in my apartment. And let them talk! The main thing is that Petenka does not stop and continues to fuck me. I am a whore. And I am happy about it. Now I can throw away my passport. The numbers written on it have no meaning. I am young! I am sexy! I am a whore!!! Without realizing what was happening, I screamed at the top of my lungs: “Yes-yes-yes-yes!!!” Petya stopped abruptly, but before I could be scared, he pulled me toward him by the hair and shoved his cock into my mouth. His whole body shook as he came. He pushed the head of his cock into my throat, pressing my head hard against him. Then he released me and fell exhausted onto the bed. I immediately laid my head on his stomach. We lay there in silence for a few minutes, just coming to our senses. Then I remembered I was the hostess. And as a good hostess, I had to muster all my strength and make breakfast for my guest. I kissed his stomach and stood up. - Thank you, darling. I had a great time. Lie down for now, I'll make something to eat. I went to the kitchen, but it wasn't easy. Every step caused pain in my butt. A pleasant, satisfying pain. ... "Aren't you going to have breakfast?" he asked, surprised, sitting down at the table where a single plate of bacon and eggs and a mug of coffee stood. - Oh, no. You've already fed me twice today. “But Tanya doesn’t like to swallow...” he complained. "What a silly girl..." I supported Petya, remembering myself at her age. Then I leaned on the table and said thoughtfully, "It's so delicious... I love swallowing." — And he doesn't let me fuck him in the ass. I've asked him many times already. "She just doesn't understand how great it is. She probably hasn't tried it yet. If you want, come to me. I'll always give it to you." — Didn't you feel sick when I put it deep in your mouth...? Tanya is always swearing. "How can this make you sick? It's so good. I even like it better this way. I almost came. If you hadn't brought me to this with your magic fingers... I definitely would have." Of course, I was lying. But in the fight with his young sweetheart, Tanya, this was the only way I could compete. "I've always liked you. You're beautiful. Although..." he hesitated, searching for the right word, "you're already grown up." I didn't answer. I couldn't. He's so sweet... I think my eyes started to water a little. — Just please don't tell anyone about this. I don't want Tanya to find out. Okay? "Of course, I understand. No one will know. Unless you tell me all about it yourself. This is just between us." Ah, you naive boy. Of course, I won't tell anyone. But I'll give your Tanya reasons to be jealous. Lipstick on your shirt, the smell of perfume on your clothes. And someone else's hair... Maybe someone will text your Tanya from an unknown number saying you're cheating on her. Not from mine, of course... Like any normal woman, she'll start to get nervous and jealous. She'll become angry and irritated. But I'll always be there, kind and understanding. One day she'll lose you, just like I lost my husband many years ago... I'll wait...