His loss of pay in retirement stopped his visits to whores, and his advancing years plus the time limit between blow jobs had softened his cock. "Use it or lose it." God, wasn't that the truth. If only this could have happened two years ago!
"Come in," the lovely young Ann Margaret look-alike smiled and beckoned him in with her hands. God almighty! His heart flipped. Was he imagining things, or did she peek out the door to see if anyone were with him? No, he was an old man. What would a beautiful, young thing like this want with an old gezer who could be her grandfather?
He stepped in, keeping his eyes on her face. He didn't want her to know he was having such rotten thoughts. He had a mild heart condition. He didn't need young girls screaming rape or Maude bitching, or newspaper headlines blaring out about a dirty old man and the kid next door. Besides, no matter what his thoughts, his once proud prick would probably stay soft. His fucking days were over. Maybe it was a blessing.
"It's upstairs." Trudy pointed and led the way. Now that she had the old man over here, she didn't have the slightest idea of how to let him know that she was available. She had seen his eyes flick over her body. She was proud of her large, voluptuous, firm breasts and knew her nightie showed the pinkness of the nipples and the smallness of her areolas. The old man's eyes had sparkled for an instant, but then, damn it, the glow went away. All right! Now I'll show him my ass.
She bounded up the stairs and deliberately paused at the top, bent over and rubbed her toe as if she had hurt it. She darted a quick peek between her legs at the ascending old man. Haw! Her shortie nightie pulled up with her bending and her slightly damp pussy took his picture. That got his attention.
She waited, hoping he would reach out and pat her palpitating cooze but he stopped a foot or two from her and looked away. The good feeling in her jumped. He was breathing heavier and she believed his crotch had fattened some. "It's in the bathroom." She straightened and led the way.
Good God! He had seen her cunt! He had seen her cunt. It was just a small, pouting, pink, elongated, teardrop-shaped slit nestling in her triangular bush but it had done things to his half-dead cock he believed long since gone. And why did she do it? Did she know he could see it? Was she offering him to do something? It looked like it, but she was so young and barely married a month. Surely it was his imagination. She couldn't want an old man like him. No woman ever had. Besides beautiful young girls offering themselves to old men only happened in jokes or dirty books, never in real life. No, it was only his imagination. He followed her to the bathroom, but for the first time in two years a delicious sensual glow was warming his belly and damned if his prick hadn't swelled a mite.
Trudy was frustrated. What did she have to do to heat this old man up? Good grief, but she had never had to work so hard in her life to get any male to fondle her. She waited until Mr. Lamb had straddled the toilet and removed the tank lid, then she pressed her warm, soft, resilient breast against his cheek as she leaned forward and asked, "There, isn't that something?"
She was expecting him to nuzzle her breast, to bite it, but he did neither. Damn him. She rubbed-wriggled her velutinous, pudding-soft tit against his cheek and damn near pushed him off balance. "Bite it!" screamed in her brain. "Bite it, you old goat."
Still his face remained as if frozen. He was looking straight ahead, not moving a muscle. What in the hell was wrong with him? Maybe he was too old! Oh God, that couldn't be! Not in her condition. Not as badly as she needed his massive prick.
Her insatiable womb monster was literally ripping and tearing his guts out in agonizing pain bolts. She needed to get fucked. She had to haves a huge, thick, hot prick rammed in her or she would go insane. Still, she didn't know what else to do to this old man. What in the hell would turn him on? She rolled her breast on his cheek and felt like grabbing his gray head and turning his mouth to her eager nipple.
Strange, excited, wild thoughts of an impossible dream whirled and swooned in Mr. Lamb's brain. Was she doing it deliberately? Was she actually offering her terribly young, vibrant body to him, an old man? It was unreal, it couldn't be happening. Still, surely she knew her velutinous, glowing breast was mashing into his face. Surely she knew her powerful, female musk fragrance was spinning and mashing his senses into an almost uncontrollable urge to bite and nibble the irresistible fervent node. But then? She was so young. Perhaps she didn't realize the effects of her heated, sensual, luscious tit as it pressed and released, mashed and jellied against his leathery cheek. Oh Lord! Whatever her intentions he felt his two-year-deadened cock tingle and heat and begin to fatten and lengthen. He glanced down at his crotch. Oh Lord! It was obvious he was getting hard. What was the answer? What was the truth? He quickly shot his eyes to her face to see where she was looking. If she was engrossed in the water tank, then it all was his imagination and he would be terribly embarrassed. But! God in heaven! She was looking at him and… smiling.
She knew! She was doing it on purpose. To hell with what people might say should this all be a dream and he misread her actions. He rolled his face around her torrid, creamy, satin soft breast and suckled her hard nipple through the thin cloth.
Trudy moaned and mini-came. The old goat had finally gotten the idea, thank God. She closed her eyes and reveled in his hot, slopping, sucking lips on her raging nipples, then quickly backed from his erotic lips and with one motion, reached down and swept her nightie off her glowing, insistent, erotic body and pushed her naked mountain of succulent passion into his fervent mouth.
"Suck it!" She gritted through her insistent lips, "Bite it, you old bastard, bite it hard!"
Lamb forgot about the toilet, his age, his wife, everything. He dropped the pliers in his hand and grabbed the velutinous, voluptuous, radiating mound of woman-lust in both hands and dug his fingers into the salacious harvest. Oh God, but it had been so long since he had mauled and suckled a tender breast!
Then he remembered that she was naked. Naked! Oh Jesus! He released one hand and ran it down her scorching, velvet-soft resilient body and felt her trembling and quivering as his fingers gently explored her scintillating charms.
The skin on her stomach was silky satin and he could feel the eager muscles of youth that lay just underneath. He eased his fingers to the flaxen, downy hair on her pouting mons veneris and without hesitation, dipped the tip of his finger into her boiling, slippery, wet, ungodly soft, hot cunt. She moaned again, quivered from sensual delight and pooched her luxurious, torrid pussy for more of his digit. He eased his finger into the raging, volatile, enchanting burrow and twirled the digit just to hear her "aww" and "owww" with pleasure.
This was too much! Who would believe he would get such a present at his age. And wonder of wonders! His cock was hard and throbbing down his leg in its restriction. He removed his lips for a second and panted, "I want to fuck! I want to fuck!"
The words blew Trudy's mind. She knew she had him the moment he had sucked on her tit. What she wasn't sure of was could an old man like him harden up.. "Let's go!" The words panted out of her: "To the bed. Hurry!" and she backed slowly away so that he followed, his lips still drawing a delicious cascade of gratifying preciousness from her breast while his finger teased and tormented her insatiable, lascivious monster so deep in her groin. When her knees hit the bed, she fell backwards on it and both the exquisite, glutinous pleasures disappeared.