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Authors note There is not much of a plot for chapter 2, just a short, y scene that has been playing in my mind between Mr. Charlie and Ariana but I believe it’s important to the development of their “relationship”. Chapter 3 coming soon.
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So, I have been shamelessly my 72yearold neighbor, Mr. Charlie for 3 weeks and surprisingly, I’ve grown quite fond of the shy, old man.
Whenever I run errands, I always bring him a pack of Oreo cookies and a chai latte (his favorite snack), and he continues to cut my grass weekly but most importantly, continues to allow me unfettered access to his impressive, impossibly thick dick. I never imagined I would find this level of satisfaction a man as old as my grandfather. I was having the time of my life in this…unconventional arrangement.
Mr. Charlie was having the time of his life too. He took his position as my elderly fuck toy very seriously. Ever since I broke the ice 3 Saturdays ago by seducing him, luring him into my house under the pretense of needing help with a broken garbage disposal and wantonly him on my sofa, he has found a reason to knock on my door every few days. He’d bring over a piece of my junk mail that was incorrectly left in his mailbox or any other small, insignificant thing. Any excuse at all to knock and each time, I would greet him with a huge knowing smile, and to his joy, an insatiable pussy.
So far, my favorite way to utilize Mr. Charlie is to have him sit on my sofa or armchair while I ride his dick til my heart’s content. Facing him or backward, it didn’t matter. Either way, the important thing was, I was on top and in complete control of how deep and how fast I took his huge cock. He was simply happy to be the vehicle has brought me to many mindbending orgasms. Mr. Charlie was like my human dildo who happened to smell good and lucky for me, was super enthusiastic and eager to please regarding my second favorite thing nipple and breast play.
A perfect arrangement, really.
One Wednesday Mr. Charlie knocked on the door while I was just about to head out to get my nails done.
I opened the front door, keys in hand and he sheepishly smiled at me, “Miss Ariana, you see that branch in the yard?” he pointed at a rather large branch on the lawn. It had obviously fallen off the tree in my front yard during the last thunderstorm. “I’ll bring my saw over and cut it down into small pieces for you. Can never have too much firewood, you know.”
I glanced at my watch, quickly calculating if I had enough time to get Mr. Charlie’s dick wet and still make my nail appointment. I knew what he wanted, and he knew that my pussy was always hot, wet and yearning. There’s always time for a quicky, I decided.
“I sure would appreciate that, Mr. Charlie. No rush, though! But…come in… let’s talk about where we can… umm…store the firewood once you cut it,” I laughed to myself. I am a very direct person, but I played along with Mr. Charlie’s coy act for his benefit. Mr. Charlie preferred the pretense of it all.
Mr. Charlie stepped into my foyer, the tent in khakis anticipating what was to come. I dropped my keys on the entry way table and led him over to my comfy armchair.
“Why don’t you go ahead and pull those khakis down for me?” I asked seductively, cutting right to the chase. My eyes laser focused on his bulge; I said “You look like you want something from me.”
If not for his graying beard hiding it, I’m sure he was blushing. Standing in my living room, he hastily undid his belt, dropped his pants and boxers and quickly made himself comfortable on the plush armchair. His monster of a cock bobbed heavily then rested on his round belly. I stood in front of him, my back facing him, bent over at the waist slowly removing my little gray shorts and panties in one swift movement. I backed into him and pressed my soft ass against his huge, hard dick. I loved the way it felt, nestled between my ass cheeks. Mr. Charlie grunted a little bit at my teasing. I swayed my ass side to side on it a few times, my pussy thumping with eagerness. Reaching my right hand between my legs I grabbed his thick shaft and lined my pussy lips up with his giant cock head.
There is nothing like those heavenly seconds the moment his raging boner presses into my needy pussy. I never rush it, which is why I enjoy the control. Slowly, I bent my knees, allowing the thick mushroom head to pierce me. While we had been for three weeks now, I was still working (tirelessly, might I add) at training my pussy to take this much cock.
Mr. Charlie surprised me today and grabbed my ass, rubbing it tenderly but with intention. Usually, he just grips my throw pillow or the arms of the chair, seemingly unsure of what to do with his hands. Despite his advanced age, I learned that the man was not very experienced when it came to . Either that, or he was just extremely out of practice… or some combination of both! Shame that more girls didn’t get to take his glorious cock for a spin when he was in his prime, but his inexperience turned me on even more.
“Not a shy boy, today?” I whispered, sinking another few inches of his veiny, thick dick inside me, at the same time defying the impulse to impale myself with every bit of it. Using selfcontrol I didn’t know I possessed, I squatted up and down slowly on his cock, allowing those 4 or so inches to tease my pussy into a delicious hot build up.
Taking my time, I carefully pushed down further, struggling but determined to accept the remaining inches of his dick until I felt my ass resting on his pelvis. I marveled at the fullness I felt from this position. Mr. Charlie’s obscenely thick erection was practically resting inside my stomach. I leaned back against his round belly and without prompting, Mr. Charlie reached his strong arms around me and placed his big hands on my tits.
“That’s it, baby…grab those big titties” I whispered in his ear, my right hand wrapped around the back of his neck, my left hand lightly strumming my clit. “You like how these double d’s feel?”
Mr. Charlie moaned as I rolled my hips, and grinded on his monster. He rolled my sensitive, rockhard nipples back and forth between his thumbs and forefingers, causing me to jerk and squeal.
I liked his newfound initiative. I leaned forward, arched my back and began pumping my pussy up and down, up and down on the 70yearold massive dick.
“Mr. Charlie how does it feel to know you have the best dick I’ve ever had?” I asked breathlessly; my pussy stretching on every down stroke, testing its limits to accommodate the old mans dick.
“It feels so damn good, Miss Ariana”
“Do you understand how rare a dick like yours is, Mr. Charlie?” I turned my head to the side to ask him. “You’re so much bigger than most men.” Up and down my pussy hugged the length of his cock.
“I…I think I do. Most girls ran from me back in my day.” He panted. “Too scared to let me near it.”
“Those girls didn’t know what they were missing, Mr. Charlie.” I popped my ass up and down. Up and down faster, feeling his massive cock thicken even more inside me lurching toward an orgasm.
I pitied the pious, modest women from his heyday. I can’t imagine being an adult during a time where it was common to be ashamed or deny myself the beauty of carnal satisfaction.
“Mr. Charlie I’m… about… to… arrgggghhh!”
He squeezed and rubbed my titties and nipples like a madman, pushing them together and massaging them into my chest while I rubbed my clit back and forth rapidly. All erogenous zones fully engaged. I was in heaven. The familiar tingling in my cheeks and the heat reaching a boil in my pussy sent me over the edge. My pussy gripped and pulsed on his monster cock until it burst, warm tingles from the top of my head down to my toes.
“ahhhh…ahhh..ohhh…Miss Ariana!”
“Cum for me, Mr. Charlie” I coaxed.
“I am…”
“Say it, Mr. Charlie. Say you’re about to cum in my pussy.” I commanded.
I’m about to…” He hesitated.
“I’m about to c…c…cum!” he grunted; the mildly vulgar words sounded foreign coming from him. I wanted to chuckle, but I didn’t want to discourage him from coming out of his shell.
“Say it!” I said forcefully, groping his balls and pumping savagely up and down on his dick, teasing his load to the edge.
“I’m about to cum… in your… pussy!” he growled, more confidently now.
“That’s it, shoot your hot load directly inside me, baby” I hissed.
Deep, guttural groans escaped his throat as he thrust his pelvis up, his long, wide cock bumping hard against my cervix, determined to rearrange me. I winced in delicious pleasurepain. I massaged his balls, feeling them constrict in that instant as he pumped against my ass, releasing ropes of his hot 70yearold cum deep into my womb.
Exhausted I leaned my back against his chest and sweetly kissed his cheek, his dick slowly softening but still firmly deep inside me, my pussy leaking, twitching and gripping him in satisfaction.
“We can talk about the firewood later, ok? I have to get to a nail appointment.”
We laughed at our inside joke.
To be continued…
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