My Second Sexual Blooming, Enjoying Life
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Hello my friends from ISS. Let me share with you all the latest experience of mine and how my life has transformed after this incident. I am Shalu. Age? I always believed that it is just a number and I should always feel young in mind so that my body also responds likewise and my health will always be good. Yes, I am 60 now. I was and is a fitness wreck since my teenage. I still maintain very good well-proportioned vital statistics with the help of regular yoga. Just to quench the curiosity of readers of ISS, my vital statistics read 40-32-38. Yes, in recent years I have put on more flesh in the top though I am able to maintain waist and bum. My breasts are still hard, erect and absolutely no sag. So, automatically I used to be the centre of attraction in any function and in our housing society. Except for a few white strands of hair, visible here and there no one could imagine my age. Just a few lines of flashback. I had become pregnant in college with one of my lecturers who was already married. Due to fear, I had not informed my parents till I was in the 22nd week. I could manage as I was in the hostel. But as the tummy became prominent, I was scared to be in the hostel and went home to parents and told them. My father scolded me but he is kind-hearted and never wanted to kill a life. He immediately found a match for me and I became the second wife of a widower who was 12 years elder to me. When I delivered a girl, my father managed to inform my husband that I gave birth to a premature baby but the baby is fine. Anyway, my old husband was happy thinking that finally he became a father. Being figure conscious, I breastfed my child only for a couple of months. As my daughter grew up, I could not stay away from sex. But I did not want to get pregnant as my husband was aware that he cannot father a child and then doubt me. So with the help of my parents, I underwent vasectomy when I visited them for a long time once. Yes, I did have a number of good partners who were visiting me in the afternoons or when my hubby was out of station. Maybe, I was intimate with around 8 or 12, very healthy men who could satisfy me completely. I don’t know if my husband suspected me any time, but he never broached that subject. He was happy with his business in India and abroad. He left me when I was 35. After my menopause in the 40s, a friend who is a doctor advised me that sex after menopause is painful, risky and may bring cervical cancer. With this fear in mind, I avoided sex. Also as my husband is 11 years older than me he naturally had lost his capacity to perform. So it was convenient for both. Though I was getting tempted to call an old friend or two for sex, the fear instilled in me by that lousy doctor was enough a deterrent. Almost 10 years after menopause, 15 years after I lost my husband, I found my second blooming. Yes, I was in a very good affair with a handsome young person of around 35. It all happened in an inexplicable way a few months ago. My daughter wanted to celebrate my 50th birthday. So despite my saying no, she took me to a silk saree shop and purchased me a very expensive saree. She also took me to a tailoring shop to stitch the blouse. I gave one of my measurement blouses to him and told him to make it exactly as per its measurement. But the tailor felt that as per the latest trend, it needs to be bit tight. I nodded. A fortnight later the blouses were ready and my daughter brought it. Next morning, I tried to wear it and see. They were of very good design but it was difficult to wear. The blouse was princess-cut and had a back-opening. With difficulty, I put on the hooks. The sleeves were very tight. The front was very deep displaying most of my boobs. While removing the blouse, I had a hell of trouble as the sleeves were and not at all coming out. I had to do a lot of acrobatics to get it out. I got annoyed at the tailor and decided to call him. He received the call and told that he will correct the blouse and not to worry. Within half an hour, he was at my house. I asked him to be seated and then offered him water. He asked me to wear the blouse and show him. I went to my bedroom and wore it but this time I could not even fix the hooks which were at back and the sleeves was very tight. So I had to call him inside to see in that condition. He entered my bedroom and I showed him how tight it was. He stood on my back and hooked the blouse. The fitting was perfect and my boobs were looking prominent and half exposed. I complained that it was too deep but smilingly he complimented that I was looking very beautiful. While removing, he had to help me as I was unable to do so. As it was a princess cut blouse, I was not wearing a bra and as he took out the blouse from the sleeves, my breasts were completely exposed. Prince took the blouse out and with his both hands cupped my boobs tightly. I was shocked but didn’t know how to react. It felt out of this world, warm, exciting which I never expected would happen at this age. As his grip tightened, I was losing ground and leaned back on his chest for support. In a sudden rush of blood, I was completely wet within seconds. His one hand rested on my belly and slowly went down inside my panties. I had closed my eyes by that time. His fingers found the right spot and were now rubbing slowly sending waves of excitement. I felt like losing ground below me and leaned on his chest for support and automatically, I had closed my eyes. I had no strength to resist which rather I didn’t want to. Automatically, I widened my legs providing better access to his magic fingers. To my surprise, I was already too wet and could feel a streak of my wetness flowing down my thighs. I was shivering with excitation which reached its crescendo within a short time. Prince (the tailor’s name) flipped the knot of my petticoat and it fell in a heap on to the floor. My panties followed it. My complete nude body was obeying his command. I could feel his huge bulge pressing between my bums. In a swift move, he turned me and raising my face, he pulled me for a kiss. I opened my mouth inviting his tongue and inserted my tongue deep in his mouth. Our saliva exchanged in abundance as we kissed endlessly. Dropping me on the cot, Prince took my breasts (not just the nipple) in his mouth and opening his mouth as wide as possible, took most of my huge boobs biting and sucking them one after the other. I was crying with pleasure and urging him to enter me. But he was merciless and continued to rub my pussy with his finger while sucking my boobs and kissing my mouth. I held his tool which was rock hard. To tell a truth even with my experience of a dozen plus men, I had not seen such a big, huge and fat penis to date. For a moment even I was afraid that I may get injured with that demon size weapon of Prince. But finally, when he entered me, I did not even notice as I was completely flooding a river between my thighs. I raised my thighs and hugging him, I locked my legs around his thighs and pulled deeper. We rested for a while, his wide chest pressed against my melons and our mouths were locked for an almost never-ending kiss. His penis was now growing bigger with each passing minute filling me completely and was slowly throbbing inside sending me thrills of unbearable pleasure. Immediately, I had my first orgasm of this union. Second, third, fourth.. I went on counting the multiple orgasms and at a time, lost count of them. I was pulling him with each of his descending strokes and Prince was lifting me up in his ascending stroke and we established a beautiful synchronization. Ten, fifteen, twenty and more minutes passed as I could see from the clock on the wall. We in fact never wanted it to end. Suddenly, there was a gush of fluid and I was overflowing. I thought he has finished and slowly withdrew and turned to my side. But Prince looked perplexed with my action. He said a bit angrily that he had just then started and I withdrew! I was amazed at that as when I had thought he finished, he says he had just then started. Then when will he finish? I could see that he was still very hard and erect like Kutub Minar. I touched it lovingly. He pulled me on to the shining strong tool. I liked the fluid smeared along the shaft, his extremely huge balls and slowly took him in my mouth. Fondling his testicles with my hands, I continued licking and sucking his huge penis and the balls till he was begging me to allow entry again. I bent on the cot and sensing my mood, Prince entered me from the back. The pussy entry in doggy style was much easier as my cunt was filled with wetness and was slippery. I pushed myself back to ensure cent percent penetration. His balls were now touching the valley of my bums. Bending on my back, Prince held my breasts in both hands. Squeezing and pressing them, he took its support and started his magic show slowly and changing gears, he was pushing and pulling majestically. I felt each stroke was giving me a new orgasm and I was shivering and could not stand on the floor anymore. I climbed up the cot and lay face down and allowed Prince to again enter doggy style. Sleeping beside me, Prince raised my left leg high and easily achieved full penetration. Playing and squeezing my tits, he continued and I was caressing his shaft in its outward motion and cuddling his balls each time it was accessible. An epoch might have lost when finally Prince increased speed and in a final jerk, came deep inside me filling me completely with his extremely hot and thick cum. His cum gushed in me while I held my thighs close not wanting to let go single drop of his semen as waste. Even after several minutes of continuous ejaculation, Prince was still hard, but stopped his pulsating tool of its in and out action and hugged me, still keeping his shaft deep inside me. I lay closing my eyes, exhausted, satisfied and smiling. I was cursing that lady doctor who brainwashed me about the dangers of sex after menopause. And I was regretting the loss of such heavenly pleasure for a decade. Prince also slept by my side cuddling me and kissing. They were kisses of gratitude. I felt like having a hot tea at that time. So I got up just wearing a wrap-up gown and went to the kitchen. I didn’t want to go to the washroom and clean. It felt too good to let his thick cum to stay put at its rightful place. I prepared two cups of tea and brought to the bedroom. Prince was sitting on the bed leaning against the backrest and had covered up to his waist with a blanket. After offering tea to him, I also climbed the cot and we had tea together. After I kept the cups aside, I leaned on his chest and raising my head, Prince sealed my lips. Opening my mouth, I welcomed him and both melted in endless kisses of gratitude. His hands slid in my robe, caressed my tits and automatically my hand reached his shaft. We continued our foreplay of caressing each other and kisses. I pulled him a bit down and pushed my nipples in his mouth. Prince sucked one after the other as I was playing with his balls. My one fist was not even covering half of his huge balls. He had by then ready with steel hard weapon. I was delighted and after relishing the sweet taste of his pre-cum, I rode on him keeping one knee on each side. It was easy descending on his phallus as my vagina was even then full of his secretion. I lowered completely and his testes were now rubbing against my inner thighs. We lay on each other kissing again and again. My boobs were pressing his wide chest and as Prince hugged me tight my nipples started aching. His hand caressed my back, my bums. I held his hands for support and positioning properly, I started fucking him. On my every downward stroke, my dangling boobs were pressing on his chest. On my upward stroke, Prince was holding and fondling them. I hit my orgasms within no time. One, two, three it continued countless and I was literally shaking with each. There was a big puddle of my own secretions mixed with Prince’s ejaculation of the previous union. At a point, I felt he was about to spurt in me and slowed down and held close to him. But Prince, in a second changed position, turned me down without detaching. He bent and kissed me. I held him close with all love and lust. He automatically began his magic movements passing currents of thrill in my whole body. I had closed my eyes, enjoying each of his long strokes and was mesmerized with the pleasure I was getting. When he finally ejaculated his huge load of hot lava in my cave, I was tired, exhausted and received his cum by closing on him with my legs. He flooded in me overflowing on to the sheets. We rested for a while indulging in after play. When Prince got up, there was a big puddle of thick, greenish cum on the sheet. I could not resist bending down and licking it clean which Prince was seeing with admiration. I took his semi-hard phallus in my hand and cleaned the whole of it with my thirsty tongue. In this process, he was again getting hard. But I resisted the temptation and covered myself with my robe. Prince also got up and wore his clothes. We had to rest for a while in the hall on the sofa and had a cold beer with fried cashew as a company. By the time we finished two cans each, we were a bit floating in the air. Prince had by then loosened his belt and sliding the pant down took out his penis and guided my right hand on to it. It was only semi-hard and felt soft to touch. We gelled in kisses and I continued to fondle his balls. Prince pushed my head down and I started to lick his tool and was now able to take the full length of it as it was just soft and semi-hard. I continued sucking and simultaneously fondle his balls with my hands and licking them for change. I was kneeling down on the carpet and Prince was seated on the sofa with his legs widespread. He held my head firm from the back and pushed in not allowing me to pull out. I was gagging with the pressure and size of his phallus. Without leaving me to move a bit, Prince let out his huge ejaculation in my mouth. The flow started in spurts and then was a continuous flow, filling my mouth again and again as I swallowed the hot fluid in awe. It was extremely hot, thick and was a great relish. Let me confess that I have swallowed semen of many men but Prince was different altogether, a heavenly feeling of the sex. We meet alternate afternoons for a minimum of two copulations each time. He stays weekend nights in my home. We go outstations once in two or three months. This is continuing since seven years ago and we are even now not satisfied. Finally, Prince left my house after some time. I cursed the lady doctor who deprived five years of my precious years of enjoying sex. I am sure God has brought menopause to see that pregnancy is avoided but not to stop sex. My sincere advice to all ladies not to stop sex after menopause and continue until you are able to move around. My request to all men is that if you suffer ED after an age, satisfy your wife with oral and finger stimulation or if you are broadminded, allow her or bring her new young men so that the lady can enjoy her full life. Sex has no expiry date.