Belinda and I met online. I saw her dating profile, sent her a message, and to my surprise she actually responded! That was the good news. The bad news was that she wasted no time in letting me know that I was far too young for her.
She was right, of course. Belinda was 55 at the time and had children older than me! I was undeterred, however, and tried my best to keep our conversation going. She was exactly my type!
Latina, about 5’5″ with medium length dark brown hair and brown eyes. And while she wasn’t a BBW she wasn’t skinny, either. Big heavy tits and wide hips. Perfect.
Luckily she seemed willing to at least talk. And, as we got to know each other via the dating app, she began returning some of my flirtations.
Just as an aside, if you’re a single guy on a dating site my advice would be just keep the conversation light, ask a lot of questions (nothing invasive), and show some genuine interest. After about a week of daily back-and-forth messages we were really hitting it off so we exchanged numbers and started texting.
I still remember our first phone conversation. Her voice was beyond sexy! We talked for a couple of hours and I think I had a hardon the entire time!
Things progressed quickly after that. More flirting, some sexting. Pictures were exchanged. She never sent me nudes, though. The closest was a mirror pic she took of her in a new bra. I, on the other hand, sent her more than a few dick pics. And we finally masturbated together over the phone.
That was a rush. Her sexy voice combined with the kinky aspect of our big age gap really turned me on. Hearing her moan and cum over the phone was next level hot! And she had taken to affectionately/jokingly referring to me as “big boy” . I don’t have a porn star cock or anything but it’s above average (not by much) and it’s always nice getting compliments on it.
So, her we were. Me and Belinda, texting daily, cumming over the phone together a few nights a week. It’s just a matter of time before we meet and fuck in person, right?
Ah, not so quick. Belinda was still very insistent that I was too young!
Still, though, we continued to talk. After a while it did slow down some but we would still “play” over the phone at least once a month.
Belinda lived an hour away from me but she’d occasionally pass through my town on her way to visit family. One day I was finally successful in getting her to stop by.
“I just want to meet you” I assured her. “We don’t even have to go inside”.
And that’s what happened. She made the short detour and we finally met, downstairs in the parking lot of my apartment complex. We just talked for about half an hour and if was really nice just seeing her. Especially since she looked exactly like her pictures.
So, that was it. I was still “too young” for anything else. And in her defense I totally understood. She wanted love, an actual relationship. I was just a young hard cock. She wanted more…I get that. After a while I stopped asking to meet. It’s not like I was celibate during this time or anything. There were a couple of different girls. But fuck, how I wanted Belinda! I soon gave up, though. Happy to at least be able just listen to her masturbate on occasion.
Skip ahead a year later! We still hadn’t met and we’d go weeks without texting, sprinkled with the very occasional phone call. One day I’m sitting in my apartment and she texts me out of the blue.
“I’ll be driving through in an hour. Want some company?”
“Absolutely!” was my reply as I scrambled to clean up my one bedroom bachelor pad. Downed a stiff drink to calm my nerves, hopped in the shower, and before I knew it she was knocking on my door.
And Belinda wasn’t playing around this time. I had barely shut the door behind her before she kissed me.
And what a kiss it was.
We stood there in my entryway, our bodies almost melting together as we kissed. Hungry kisses. Moaning into each other’s mouths before clumsily shuffling backwards to my couch.
She straddled me there, both of us still fully clothed. And on the couch we stayed for a long while. Turned out Belinda liked to make out. A LOT! I’m a big fan of kissing and she was an amazing kisser, so I wasn’t complaining.
Still, though, I was beyond turned on. My cock was straining hard against my jeans as she’d grind against me. I made several moves to slide my hand under her shirt before she finally let me. Eventually allowing me to pull it over her head.
Her bra was black and those big soft tits were spilling out. I’ve never been good with bra sizes, but Belinda was at very least a DDD. All natural.
It was a black bra, the kind with way too many latches in the back. After what felt like several minutes of me unsuccessfully trying to unclasp it, she laughed and reached behind herself. Releasing the bra as those perfect mature tits finally came free.
And they were perfect, to me at least. She was 56 at this point, and a grandmother. So it’s not like they were perky. But they were huge and soft and heavy, the nipples large and dark and erect. I wasted no time taking turns on them.
I’d wrap my lips around a nipple, circling it with my tongue, nibbling on it as she continued to grind against me. Belinda especially liked the nibbling. “Bite them! Harder!” she would urge.
Finally she allowed me to lead her to my bedroom and we were both fully naked by the time we hit the mattress. Her giggling and calling me big boy as she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock and me moaning, still latching onto her nipples as my free hand snaked between her thighs.
We were both ready at this point and there was no talk of condoms as I raised my body above her, easing my bare young cock inside her.
I wish I could say I lasted a long time but that would be a lie. I had fantasized about this mature Latina far too long and here she was, writhing and moaning underneath me. It was sensory overload and I came hard, emptying myself inside this woman nearly 30 years my senior.
We lay there for a few moments, neither of us fully satisfied. She laughed and moaned and rubbed her clit after I pulled my still hard cock out of her. This was only the 2nd time I had ever came and remained 100% rock hard afterwards. That’s how worked up I was.
Laying on my side facing her, I started on her nipples again. This was when I learned the full extent of how much Belinda enjoyed being bitten.
“Harder. HARDER!”
I couldn’t chew or bite her nipples hard enough to suit her, worried that if I bit any harder it’d cause her to bleed. I’d chew on one of her big brown nipples while I twisted the other hard. And the harder I’d twist and chew, the louder she’d moan.
I’ll admit, I’m not into the whole pain thing so this wasn’t a big turn on. I do, however, like to give pleasure. And for whatever reason this gave her pleasure.
After a while of that – she finally came as I chewed her nipples and fingered her – she straddled me.
I was somewhat calmed down from having already came so this time we were both able to enjoy ourselves. She rode me slow, alternating from leaning back to leaning forward and having me chew her nipples. My hands cupping her big soft ass as I’d thrust up to meet her.
That time we came almost simultaneously. Me once again emptying myself inside her as she tensed and moaned above me.
And that was the last time I ever saw Belinda. Neither of us wanted a relationship…at least not with each other. She wanted a man her age. Someone she could introduce to her kids. Someone to take her on long rv trips.
And I totally understand. To be honest, the nipple thing was a little too much for me. I seriously don’t know how that didn’t hurt her, but to each their own.
I do wish we had more time together. I wish I had taken her from behind. And I wish I had gone down on her. As it is I only have the memory of licking her juices off my fingers right before she mounted me.
I think about her sometimes. And, on nights like tonight, I find myself stroking my cock and remembering the way she moaned as she rode me, the way her heavy 56 year old tits felt pressed against my face.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rpk16p/mf_she_told_me_i_was_too_young