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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Elle’s tits appeared firm for a woman approaching sixty. At the epicenters of her pinkish aureoles, her nipples more resembled pencil erasers capable of poking out someone’s eye! Without my needing to ask, Elle then removed her panties too, revealing to me her brown, untrimmed pubic triangle, a sight I’d longed to see. Visually, I savored the moment, despite my inability to see her cunt beneath such thick pubes. Even if Elle ever became comfortable with her nudity, I could envision her keeping her legs together at all times, hindering my enjoying a gynecological view.
Mounted on the wall next to a Lazy-Boy recliner nearby, I noticed a reading light, one having an extension. For examination purposes, what more could I have asked for? When I asked her to sit, she had no clue what was coming next. “Now, recline the chair as far back as it will go, and spread your legs.”
Blushing deeply, Elle obeyed my command, but had modestly used both her hands to cover her vaginal area. Never-minding that she’d covered herself, I made full use of the light’s extension, and prepared for a close-up view. Flicking it on, I said, “Move your hands, so that I can get a good look at you. Or would you rather I leave?”
“What are you going to do to me?” Elle whined.
“Pretend that I’m your dentist, searching for cavities in need of filling.”
Sighing, Elle apprehensively moved her hands. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Immediately, I noticed her wetness. “That’s better,” I said.
For a fifty-nine-year-old woman with two children who was sitting spread-eagle, I expected her pussy to gape open on its own. Without thinking twice, I leaned forward, and from its source inhaled her femininity. How might an older woman’s pussy taste? I pondered. Feel wrapped around my hard cock?
“Was Joyce telling the truth,” Elle wanted to know. “About Robert’s tongue bringing her great pleasure?”
After forty-one years of marriage, Elle suddenly seemed anxious to have her pussy licked. And by me! “Yes. If your ecstasy proves lacking after two minutes, tell me to stop and I will.”
Without waiting for her to respond, I dove in face first. At the entrance of my friend’s birth canal, I began my tongue-led safari at his mother’s clitoral hood. Once I was done, however, I would later insist on her keeping shorter pubes. A pubic triangle trimmed more to my liking.
“Yes ... yes ... Oh Yes!” Elle bellowed repeatedly.
“You want me to stop?” I teased.
“Oh no, please no,” Elle insisted. “Ted never ... Oh my, I’m coming again!”
After licking her twat for another ten minutes, I then concluded my oral assault by diddling her G-spot. “But this isn’t fair, I teased. You’ve come at least six times already, haven’t you? What have I gotten in return?”
“Okay, Les, I’ll suck your dick. Anything, if you promise to lick my pussy again.”
Somehow I couldn’t imagine Elle ever agreeing to a rim job, but I would keep her post-cunnilingus willingness in mind. Before helping her up from the La-Z-Boy, I gave her a minute to recover. While removing Ted’s thong, I demanded, “On your knees, then.”
Once Elle dropped to her knees and first looked at my cock, I’ll never forget her wide-eyed expression. “Wow, you are huge! Most plums are smaller than your glans! What if it won’t fit in my mouth?”
“I need a surefire orifice in which to ejaculate,” I said, attempting reverse psychology. “However, I see you as way too prim to allow ejaculate inside your mouth. So, just give me a hand-job like you used to give Ted, why don’t you?”
“Maybe I don’t want to be prim.”
“Okay, but after tasting your sweet pussy, I’m anxious to bust my nuts.”
With her left hand cradling my nut-sack and her right hand wrapped around my cock at its base, Elle then stuck out her tongue and lapped at my seeping pre cum. Smacking her lips, she accredited, “Salty, but not bad. I could get used to this.”
I cannot believe she’s actually doing this, I thought, despite such unexpected pleasure proving short-lived. Even as a beginner, of Elle I’d had higher expectations. Overshadowing the pleasure derived from having her lips wrapped around my glans, I felt her teeth, scraping me in a bad way! Without hesitating, I withdrew my cock from her mouth.
“Okay, how was it?”
As if her palette now required pre-cum whetting retroactive to her eighteenth birthday, Elle whined, “I don’t know. I just got started. Did I do something wrong?”
From the twenty-something babes with their pierced tongues, I knew I could always count on getting good blowjobs. Unplanned parenthood and child support payments, I’d leave for someone else. Meaning that Elle had other benefits I’d yet to consider: Both a lifetime of monogamy and her postmenopausal condition. Besides bareback fucking and ejaculating risk-free into a pussy as tight as hers, what more could any man ask for?
With a sense of urgency, I asked. “Where’s the guest’s bedroom?”
“Down the hall–third door on the left, why?”
“I’m thinking you’d rather not make love to me in the same bed you shared with Ted?” I opined, almost saying the word ‘fuck’ instead.
Elle had then without apprehension taken my hand and led me down a lengthy hallway, shaking her sexy ass for me along the way. For the next three hours, we’d enjoyed intercourse in various positions. Most of which, surprisingly, she’d yet to try. Once, while taking her doggy-style, I’d even dared to gently probe her asshole.
“Unless you’re prepared to enlighten me further on Joyce’s testimony on page 18,” Elle responded, “don’t get any ideas about poking anything other than your tongue in there!”
“A rim job, on the first date? For you, I suppose I could make an exception.”
“You sure know how to make a girl feel special,” Elle giggled. “But, let's shower together first.”
Surprisingly, Elle suggested we wash one another. Afterwards, she had then retaken my cock in her mouth, ever determined to complete the blowjob she’d started earlier.
“Ouch!” I couldn’t help but verbally wince, but rather than criticize Elle’s oral technique and leave her feeling self-conscious, I’d asked her to lick my nuts instead.
Obviously, Eddie's mother had other plans. “Now, lay still and keep your eyes closed.”
She’s getting a towel for me to ejaculate into, I decided, prior to her closing the drapes and casting our togetherness into total darkness. “Already, I miss the visual arousal,” I whined.
Two minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom. In a voice that had oddly just taken on a deeper resonance, she said, “Maybe I can make that up to you.”
What sense did that make? I asked myself, just as Elle retook my cock into her mouth for a third time. This time deeper, and this time without my feeling her teeth?
“That feels incredible! If you don’t stop, though, I’m going to cum in your mouth.”
“But, isn’t that what men want? For their women to swallow like Olga?”
“But, what if–”
“At one time I never cared for the broccoli, either,” she admitted, cutting me short. “But, now I happen to love it.”
“Here you go then,” I warned, at the onset of my 3rd ejaculation of the day. In record time, Elle had somehow figured out how to keep her teeth from getting in the way, all while maintaining the right attitude.
I’d expected Elle to gag and back away once my ejaculate entered her mouth. Determined, she swallowed, sighed, and then swallowed again. “Salty but kind of yummy,” she declared, while lapping up the final drops seeping from my peehole. “I feel kind of foolish, for not trying this sooner.”
“Most men would not object to giving you all you want, and then some.”
“But, I’m only interested in savoring yours, forever and ever, amen.”
The thought of Eddie dropping by and catching me with his mother was bad enough, without his mother pressing me for a lifelong commitment to boot.
“In time, your curiosity will motivate you to learning how other men’s cum tastes.”
“Not that I’m interested in finding that out firsthand, you mean there’s a difference?”
“On that subject, I can only attest to what I’ve been told, but, apparently, yes.”
“To make up for my lifetime of deprivation, you may cum in my mouth whenever you like.”
“Unless you’re fishing for a marriage proposal, be careful whom you say that to.”
“For you I’d runoff to Las Vegas right now, but I doubt our families would understand.”
“You’re right,” I said, relieved, thinking Eddie especially. “How about reopening the drapes, so I can see you?”
“I’m ashamed for anyone to see me like this,” she admitted.
“I doubt your gynecologist has seen anymore than I have?”
“Without my dentures!” Elle blurted, and all but leaping out of bed.
No wonder I’d not felt Elle's teeth, bless her heart. She’d given me a gum job, my first!
After reentering the bathroom, she emerged about a minute later and reopened the drapes. As the sunlight spilled into the guest bedroom, it seemed to illuminate Elle’s shapely butt before anything else.
“So, you would like to experience what Joyce described firsthand?”
“Whoa! You’re willing to diddle my fifty-nine-year-old asshole with your tongue?”
“Get up on the bed on all fours, and spread your ass-cheeks, and I’ll show you.”
I savored the moment, her willingness to spread her ass-cheeks for me, even if it only meant satisfying her curiosity regarding Joyce’s testimony. Surprisingly, Elle’s ass-crack proved almost hairless. And she spread her ass-cheeks as far apart as I could have hoped. Inquired Elle, “What’s this position called?”
“It’s called, hold still, while I go out to the car and grab my camera.”
“Don’t even think about it!” Elle giggled. “And stop staring at my butt-hole! You’re supposed to be licking it.”
“I can think of at least a dozen hypocrites at your church who’d give their last dollar to see you this way! Believe me, your rosebud is in a class by itself.”
“Two of them are quite wealthy,” Elle agreed. “Maybe we should take some photos and try auctioning them off to the highest bidder.”
“Then, how could you go on living here, bearing that kind of reputation?”
“After selling this house, I’d take the money and move somewhere far away. Live worry-free, run around nude, and have lots of sex, preferably with a young stud-muffin more interested in kissing my ass than staring at it.”
“I’d like to apply for that job!”
After letting go of her spread ass-cheeks, Elle implored, “You already have, silly, but so far you’re not doing so well on the ass-kissing part of the interview.”
To be continued ...
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