I have always been a compassionate person, always trying to lend a helping hand to those in need. So when my neighbour, Henry, an elderly man of 76 years, needed assistance, I didn’t hesitate to offer my help. Every weekend, I would go over to his house and clean for him, run errands, and do his shopping. It was a small gesture but made a big difference in his life.
Henry was a kind and gentle man with a warm smile and a twinkle in his eye. He lived alone in a small house just next door, surrounded by a beautiful garden. I often saw him sitting on his porch, reading a book or enjoying the sunshine. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, alone in his old age. But I was glad to be able to bring a little bit of light into his life.
As I dusted the shelves in his living room one weekend, I noticed a picture of a beautiful woman on the mantelpiece. She had a radiant smile and sparkling blue eyes. I couldn’t help but ask Henry about her.
“Who is this lovely lady, Henry?” I asked, pointing to the picture.
A nostalgic look crossed his face as he replied, ‘That’s my wife, Rose. She passed away a few years ago.’
I felt a pang of sadness in my heart, imagining the pain that Henry must have gone through. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Henry. She looks like an amazing woman.”
Henry’s face lit up as he began to talk about Rose. He told me how they met in college and fell deeply in love. He described her as kind, intelligent, and full of life. His speech showed that he still loved her deeply and missed her daily.
As we continued to talk, Henry began to reminisce about their marriage, and I couldn’t help but notice how his crotch started to pitch up like a tent. I blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed but also intrigued by his reaction. I had never seen an elderly man in such arousal before.
Henry noticed my reaction and chuckled, “I’m sorry, Lily. I know it’s not proper to talk about these things, but Rose and I had a very passionate marriage. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.” He blushed a little, but there was a mischievous glint in his eye.
I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, feeling a little naughty talking about such things with an elderly man. But I was also curious to know more about their relationship.
“Did you two ever…you know…make love in this house?” I asked, feeling a bit bold.
Henry’s cheeks turned pink as he replied, “Yes, we did. In every room of this house, in fact. We were young and in love and couldn’t resist each other. She reminds me of you, sweet Lily, generous, loving and well… erm, busty.”
“Henry, aww, don’t be embarrassed,” I reassured him as I asked, “Want a hug.”
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly. Henry let out a deep sigh, and I had his head against my chest, stroking his hair with his eyes fixated on my cleavage.
As I pulled away from the hug, I couldn’t help but notice Henry’s crotch was still pitched up. A wave of desire washed over me, and I couldn’t believe I felt this way towards an elderly man. But there was something about Henry that made me feel alive and desired.
I looked into his eyes and asked, “Henry, do you need help relieving yourself? I can help if you want.”
My question took Henry aback, and I could see the shock on his face. He quickly shook his head and said, “No, dear. I can’t let you do that. It wouldn’t be right.”
Looking at Henry, I could see the conflict in his eyes. He wanted to give in to his desires, but he also didn’t want to take advantage of me. But I knew what I wanted and was determined to make him feel good. So, without waiting for his response, I took matters into my own hands, or I should have said my mouth did.
I carefully pulled out his aged dick and enveloped the head of his cock with my mouth, gently sucking it with a satisfying pop. Henry let out a sharp breath, and I could feel his body quiver with delight. I continued to pleasure his member, swirling my tongue along the shaft and taking him deeper into my mouth.
Henry’s hands were trembling with eagerness as he directed my head towards his aged cock. “How old are you? I mean, I know you know I am 76.” I replied, “I am 23 and will be 24 in the summer.”
Henry’s eyes widened as I spoke, and he realized for the first time my actual age. “Oh, my God, you’re only 23?” he stammered, looking at me in shock.
“Yes, I am, but don’t worry, I can handle your cock just fine,” I reassured him with a sly smile, watching as the guilt in his eyes turned into pure desire.
I couldn’t believe the filthy act I was performing. I had never before taken a cock as ancient as Henry’s into my mouth, but fuck, it felt phenomenal. As I looked up at him, his eyes rolled back in pure rapture; I knew I was satisfying him most exquisitely. His shaky hands pushed my head further down onto his pulsating rod, and I could feel his heavy breath against my skin.
“Oh god, darling… I can’t believe you’re engulfing my old cock, it… it feels so… oh… heavenly.” he moaned as my head bobbed up and down.
I gazed up at Henry; his eyes locked onto mine as I began to adore his cock with my mouth, sucking him with increasing speed. With a primal growl, he released his load, flooding my throat with his hot, savoury cum. I choked but eagerly swallowed every last drop, determined to satisfy him.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” Henry apologized, but I comforted him, “Haha, don’t worry about it; I guess it’s been a while since you last ejaculated,” I said as I wiped my mouth, still savouring the remnants of his semen.
I grinned at Henry, still wiping the corners of my mouth. “Well, you sure know how to cum for an old man,” I teased.
Henry chuckled, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. “I guess it’s been a while since I’ve been with someone who knows how to handle an old cock like you do,” he said, still panting slightly.
“Well, it’s not every day I get to pleasure an old hunk like you, Henry,” I said as I stood up and adjusted my skirt. I leaned in and kissed his cheek before pulling away and saying, “See you tomorrow, Henry. I’ll take care of the kitchen tomorrow.”
Henry smiled, his eyes still glazed with pleasure. “Thank you, darling. You’re truly an angel,” he said, still catching his breath.
I turned around and walked towards the door, my hips swaying slightly. I glanced back at Henry, who was still sitting on the couch, his cock slowly shrinking back to its average size. “Goodnight, Henry,” I said before closing the door behind me.
As the morning sun peeks through my window, I stir from my peaceful slumber and swing my legs over the side of the bed. The memory of Henry’s cock is still fresh in my mind. I still couldn’t believe I made a sweet old man cum.
I slip off my nightie, exposing my perky 34D tits and my bare, freshly shaven pussy. I go to the bathroom, the cool tile against my bare feet sending shivers down my spine.
I turn on the shower, the hot water cascading down my body.
I shampoo my long red hair, massaging my scalp and letting out a satisfied moan. I run my hands over my tits, feeling the soap suds and water run down my nipples. I let my fingers slide down to my pussy, making sure to clean my whole entire body.
I leave the shower, wrapping a towel around my damp body. I search my closet for something to wear, settling on a tight mini-skirt and a low-cut top. Maybe I might see if he needs relieving again.
I head to Henry’s house, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer.
Henry opens the door, his eyes widening as he sees me in my revealing outfit. “Well, hello there, Lily, please come in, my love,” he says, his voice shaky and blushing.
As I walk into Henry’s kitchen, I can’t help but feel a little self-conscious. I’m wearing my short mini-skirt and a low-cut top that shows off my cleavage. I know Henry’s been checking me out, and I can feel his eyes on me as I bend over to wipe down the counters.
“Do you need any help with anything else, Henry?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and staring at me with a hungry look.
“I think I’ve got it covered, Lily,” he says, his voice low and husky. “But I wouldn’t mind if you stuck around for a while.”
I smile at him, feeling a thrill run through my body. I know what he’s hinting at and am more than willing to oblige.
I finish the kitchen, bending over as much as possible to give Henry a good view. I can feel his eyes on my ass, and I can’t help but feel a little excited by his attention.
When I’m finished, I turn around to face him. He’s still staring at me, his eyes filled with lust. I can feel my pussy starting to get wet, knowing what’s about to happen.
“I think I’m done here, Henry,” I say, my voice soft and seductive.
Henry stands up. He walks over to me; I can see his cock already starting to get hard in his pants.
“I think I might need a little more help, Lily,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Mmm, by the looks of it, you do. What a sweet old man you are.”
Henry’s hands reached for me; I pressed my body against him as I felt his cock grow hard again against my stomach.
“Fuck, you’re so young and so beautiful,” he groaned as he pulled away from me, “I shouldn’t be doing this with someone so much younger than me.”
I cut him off with a playful laugh. “Don’t be silly; age is just a number. So this time, I ain’t going to give you a blowjob.” His face seemed to look disappointed. “Perhaps that is for the best, my dear Lily.”
“Haha, not so fast, Because I am going to let you fuck me instead, I know you’re old, but I am sure you know what to do still,” I said as his jaw dropped in shock.
I grin a little before turning around and bending over the kitchen sink as I lift my skirt, showing my ass as I point to my panties. “You will need to pull down these first,” I said as I heard his zipper go down and heard him walk towards me.
I feel Henry’s hands on my hips as he pulls down my panties, revealing my wet and eager pussy. I moan softly as I feel his fingers explore my folds, teasing me before he positions himself behind me.
“You’re so fucking wet, Lily,” Henry groans as he rubs the head of his cock against my entrance. “Are you sure you want my silly old cock inside your…?”
He stopped, and I just said, “You can say it, my pussy. My bald pussy, mmm,” I could feel him rubbing the head of his cock up and down my clit.
“Lily, I feel bad doing this; you are young enough to be my granddaughter, sweetie. And your Mum, she is so sweet what would she think of me having sex with her lovely daughter.”
“Henry, don’t worry about that. I’m a grown woman, and I can make my own decisions. And besides, I want this just as much as you do. So please, stop talking and just fuck me already,” I urged, pushing my hips back towards him.
Henry didn’t need any more encouragement. He grabbed my hips and thrust his cock inside me, filling me up completely. I let out a loud moan as I felt him enter me, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size.
Henry started fucking me slowly, his hips moving back and forth as he savoured every inch of me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust, the sound echoing through the kitchen.
“Oh, Lily, you feel so good. Your pussy is so so good and very wet,” Henry groaned, his hands gripping my hips tighter.
“Fuck, Henry, you’re so deep inside me,” I moaned, my voice shaking with pleasure.
Henry started fucking me harder, his hips moving faster and faster. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me, the friction causing my pussy to become even wetter.
“Oh, fuck, Lily, I’m going to cum,” Henry groaned, his breathing becoming more laboured. He sure knew to always cum quickly, but not today. I needed to take dick longer than this. So I pushed him out of my pussy and turned around, “Not so fast, old man; you can fuck me again in a bit. I don’t want you to cum so soon.” I said as I leaned back against the sink, rubbing my clit.
“Maybe you can lick my pussy for a bit, then I will let you put it back in ok,” I said as he crouched down, which seemed to be a struggle with his age.
I spread my legs wider, giving Henry a better view of my glistening folds. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin.
“Mmm, Lily, you smell so fucking good,” Henry groaned as he ran his tongue along my slit, tasting my juices.
I let out a soft moan as I felt his tongue explore my pussy, flicking my clit and teasing my entrance. I could feel myself growing wetter with every lap of his tongue.
Henry’s hands reached up, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to his face. He started licking me more vigorously, his tongue probing deeper inside me.
“Oh, fuck, Henry, that feels so good,” I moaned, my hips grinding against his face.
I could feel my orgasm building, my legs trembling as Henry’s tongue worked its magic. I moaned louder and louder, my hands gripping the edge of the sink as I Looked down at Henry, his face covered in my juices. “You’re such a dirty old man,” I said, grinning down at him.
Henry looked up at me, a sly smile on his face. “And you’re such a dirty young woman,” he said, winking up at me.
I chuckled and helped Henry to his feet. “I think it’s time for round two,” I said as I turned around and bent over the sink.
Henry stands up, his cock glistening with my juices. He steps forward, positioning himself behind me once again.
“I do love your pussy, Lily,” he groans, running his hand over my ass.
He lines up his cock with my pussy opening, and I feel the head push against my pussy lips. I moan softly as he starts to push inside me, filling me up once again. “Mmm,” it felt so fucking good.
Henry starts fucking me harder this time, his hips moving back and forth with a fierce urgency.
“Oh god, y-you’re p-pounding my fucking pussy so g-good,” I stammer, moaning as he continues to thrust into her with reckless abandon.
Henry’s hands are gripping my hips tightly, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. I can feel his fingers digging into my skin, leaving marks that will linger for hours.
“Ugh, fuck me, oh fucking fuck me, Henry,” I moaned as I put my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit as he started to fuck me hard. Wow, for an old man, he had stamina.
“Fuck, you feel amazing, sweetheart,” he murmured as he began to pound me with a renewed vigour, “You’re so soaked and tight and hot.”
Henry’s thrusts became more frantic, and I could feel him approaching his climax again. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in deeper and urging him to fuck me harder.
“I’m going to cum, oh God, I’m going to cum inside you,” he grunted, and I felt him release his load with a shuddering orgasm.
Finally, he slows down, and I can feel his cock starting to soften inside me. Henry eventually pulled out; I could feel his warm cum trickling down my thighs. As he was tucking his cock away and apologizing once again.
“I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s okay, I wanted it too,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.
I smiled and shook my head. “Stop apologizing; I had a great time with you. okay?”
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