7 comments/ 130376 views/ 14 favorites Dirty Old Bugger By: ErrantWayfarer "Dirty old bugger", grinned Jo as Mr Peterson left. Kate looked surprised at her friend "What do you mean?" she quizzed. Mr Peterson, Larry was a helpful and pleasant neighbour, he and Olive his arthritic ridden wife lived next door, and since Kate and Tony had moved in they'd been lovely neighbours-friends, Larry was even a trusted and valuable baby sitter. "He ogles you at every chance." replied Jo. "When you bend down his eyes follow you, they dance across your cleavage and he licks his lips." Jo paused, then looking her friend directly in the eye said authoritatively "Your nice old neighbour wants to get in your pants girl!" She laughed and so did Kate. Kate didn't defend him; she just accepted Jo's view but lodged the notion for further testing. Jo couldn't blame the old man either, anyone would want to get into Kate's knickers, her blonde hair, sweet girl features, slender body and still youthful breasts, yes anyone in the right mind would lust for Kate. Two days later Kate was at home doing some housework; she worked part time with the kids being at school. The back door latch moved and in strolled Larry "Just Larry" he called then seeing Kate he turned and smiled adding "Good morning Kate, how are you?" Kate smiled back, "Well thanks Larry, how about you and, how's Olive?" Whilst he responded about his wife's welfare she recalled Jo's words and switched herself into observation mode. As he finished speaking Kate asked if he'd like a coffee, he often popped in for a coffee, he was semi retired and spent most of his days nursing his wife or in the pride of his life, his garden. Larry Peterson was in his late fifties, he had a tall wiry frame and was of an amiable disposition, Kate thought of him as lovely man, a kind of uncle figure, being the same age as her dads' big brother. She was in her twenties, well twenty-six and had two lovely kids both enjoying primary school. Kate and Larry made small talk, Kate busied herself about the kitchen whilst the coffee brewed and Larry sat on a stool chatting. Today however she purposefully posed, she tried everything possible, and eventually got the proof she required, from the mirror near the kitchen clock, she'd bent over to pick up nothing really, her face hidden supposedly by the counter but her bending bum, made her jeans taught and Larry would get good view of it if he lent quite someway from his perch on the stool. She peeped in the mirror and Larry was at the appropriate precarious angle. She smiled to herself and continued chatting and mildly flirting with Larry, the mild flirting was part of their normal conversation, but somehow after this new discovery Larry's words had a lot more poignancy. She wasn't bothered, in fact despite their age difference she felt a little flattered that she was the sexual whim of any man. Observing Larry ogle her had become a little game until one morning she woke up with a warm squishy feeling down there, and she realised the man in the dream had been Larry. That day she'd felt turned on all day and even sought some private self-relief. She'd even focused on Larry, a little game in which she anticipated being turned off by. But no she'd exploded to her own dexterous touch. More days past and she now lusted after Larry's eyes burning upon her body, she wanted to see how much he could remain in control. Tony would leap at her with the slightest hint of something sexy, but after all he was her husband. .............. A couple of days later when Kate was again having coffee with Olive and Larry she asked innocently "Larry can you come round Sunday and help me in the garden". "Yes I can" responded Larry quickly. Then added jokingly the condition "Nice and early though, have lunch to prepare for two-thirty don't I Olive?" Olive smiled at her husband. Fortunately that Sunday morning was Kate's husbands turn to take the kids to horse-riding and swimming lessons, plus the forecast promised a hot late August day. Kate had secreted a top and shorts in the empty downstairs toilet linen basket, and as soon as her husbands' car pulled out of sight of the waving kids she dived in and changed from the bib and brace with baggy t-shirt she normally gardened in. She was already in the short tank top that was stretched tightly across her bosom, when she heard Larry announce his arrival in the kitchen. Kate shouted him to put the kettle on, as she fastened the hot pants, sizzling hot her husband had said. They were very tight, accenting her legs and only covering half her bum cheeks. She emerged from the lieu and padded into the kitchen, announcing her presence by saying "Good morning Larry, hot isn't it?" Larry was carrying the kettle and looked up, he'd been about to say good morning in return, but he was stopped dead in his tracks, he fumbled and nearly lost the kettle. Kate felt like punching the air and saying 'got yah'. Larry quickly regained composure, not before he'd drunk in every detail, the pretty pink crop top in which Kate's tits were barely contained, those short short's pushed tight against her Venus mount; yes Larry was delightfully surprised. "You've made me feel bloody hot" Larry said adding more cheekily composed "hardly gardening gear Kate!" Kate felt slightly rebuked but sashayed over and sat on a stool as Larry poured the instants. "So Miss Kate what wants tending in your garden this fine morning" Larry teased, his eyes on her face, though Kate knew he'd be ogling more at any and every opportunity, the thought was making her feel hotter, it was like she had some special control. "Larry I'd like you to pay attention to my flower" she deliberately paused taking a sip of the coffee and peering over the rim of the cup at Larry, "my flower bed, I think it needs some TLC and a good fertilising." "Well I can do that, but what do you want doing in the garden" propositioned Larry jokingly. Kate enjoyed their banter and soon they were in the back garden remove weeds and tending plants. The ridiculous chat continued between bouts of silent working, whilst Kate bent and pivoted so Larry could see how tight and short her pants were and how free her breasts were in the little pink crop top, she particularly enjoyed the moment when she'd squatted in front of Larry with her legs wide open, she could feel the seam of her pants pressing and reshaping her mons. Larry had his head down, and taking an opportunity Kate teased. "Larry" she waited for him to look up, his eyes briefly stopped and avidly stared at her crutch only when his eyes were on her face did she continue "my Lily is dry, can you ensure its moistened in some way." But before he could answer the pip of a familiar car horn sent Kate's mind racing. "Mum's here" she announced to Larry "I'll put the kettle on" she mumbled the last bit as she scurried off into the kitchen. Kate quickly filled and switched on the kettle, then dived into the downstairs toilet to change her t-shirt and drag on the dungarees. Kate emerged onto the patio with three teas her mother was passing pleasantries with Larry. "Teas up" Kate announced! The three had their morning drink conversing pleasantly about this and that, then Larry went back to weeding whilst the women chatted, he mused himself on Kate's rush to get change out of her little pants. Whilst her mother chatted inanely Kate was plotting further, she'd been really turned displaying herself too Larry and the other nights dream had made her want him to be much more physical with her. Kate skipped back to were Larry was working her mother gone and the wheels where in motion, she'd not ask him yet. "Too hot was it? With your mother here?" Larry asked mischievously. "What?" Kate then realised Larry was being facetious, "Oh I was burning, not a good idea with my delicate skin." They worked quietly till Larry announced he'd best get Olive's and his dinner on. ........... It was early evening Thursday, Larry would be round at seven; Kate luxuriated in her bath, soaking in soapy foams. She shaved earlier in the week and was just enjoying the sheer pleasure of pampering. Somehow Kate felt really excited it had been rushed and there were still twinges of regrets. Last Sunday morning her mother had agreed to have the kids tonight, Tony was away, Monday she'd bumped into Larry and asked him to come around for a thank you drink; everything had fallen into place. She'd schemed and plotted and felt delightfully wicked and wanton. Towelling herself dry Kate then dressed in the underwear she chosen for the evening, smiling she knew how much these would make the evening special, she pivoted in the mirror, she looked good, sexy and seductive, and the smooth gossamer silk felt light and free. She zipped her skirt, and twirled in front of the mirror it lifted nicely showing her nylon clad legs, she stood still and undid the little pleat button and the knee high skirt gapped revealingly, too expose her thigh as she thrust her leg forwards. Lastly she buttoned the long shrug its wispy soft wool enclosed her in a halo of soft pink fuzz. Glancing at the clock she was in plenty of time. Kate slipped on her high heeled, court shoes, and scampered down the stairs. She checked the lounge; curtains drawn and lights low, lap-top, yes, it was conveniently placed. She switched on the CD, mood music, a home compilation of sexy melodies just too make a little love ambience, at over 300 tracks it could run forever. Kate stepped into the kitchen just as Larry knocked and entered the back door. "Its..." Larry's voice trailed off then he said "wow Kate you look very beautiful, I feel far too casual for a little drink. Is it a special occasion?" Kate chuckled "Girls got a right to dress up, and you look ok," she paused Larry was in his usual tidy jeans and checked open neck shirt, least he had loafers on instead of his boots, "go into the lounge I'll bring the drinks." Kate pulled the large jug of fruit punch from the fridge; last Christmas Larry had got quite merry on the fruit punch and had exclaimed many times how delicious it was. Kate entered the lounge and Larry was just sitting on the settee, in front of him the coffee table had some nibbles. "Fruit punch ok, or would you rather a beer?" asked Kate, Larry smiled and accepted the iced glass of punch Kate proffered. They chatted casually sipping their drink, and Kate sensed when the conversation had eased, though she and Larry could natter for ages; this was not her purpose and she chose to steer it forwards to her advantage. Kate changed the subject of their conversation to likes and dislikes, and soon wove Larry to more sexual themes; at last Kate had lured Larry onto girls underwear. "You could do me a big favour Larry" Kate simpered "I want to give Tony a treat and would value your opinion on some lingerie!" Larry laughed agreeing to help, "not that mine and Tony's tastes need be the same; besides I think you'd look good in a Hessian sack Kate" Larry added confidently. Kate smiled accepting his compliment by stroking his arm and blowing him a kiss. "I was looking at a couple of sites on my laptop before you arrived," Kate lied and slipped off the chair she'd been in and picked up the device carrying it over too were Larry sat on the settee. She placed and opened the laptop in front of Larry, "We can browse from here. Let me refresh the drinks whilst it boots up!" "Kate I shall do my best to assist" Larry stated curious as to why a young woman would want to share a lingerie site with him. Kate swirled around letting her skirt fly up a little, and was soon back with more fruit punch. The screen flashed and she sat next to Larry quickly keying herself in then picking the two favourites she needed open, plus the screen pack she'd confidentially created during the early weeks' evenings. Larry watched as Kate's deftly dived around the keyboard, soon the screen flashed with a picture of a woman in a red bra and thong. "Here" said Kate trustingly "you drive; you're PC friendly" she laughed, adding positively "the little button there is the pointer and the pad is enter." Kate was pleased at the speed Larry acquired the pointer control using the 'clit button' as her husband called it, a delicate and controlled touch being required. Soon pages of scantily clad females were being uploaded. "I like those" enthused Larry, at a very becoming set of lace bra and pants in a soft pastel purple. Kate was impressed; most of the lingerie on the web page she'd liked so did Larry. Though in fairness, this was a retail outlet with nothing fancy. Larry was on the last page and had considered one set of briefs as being fairly exciting. Chuckling Larry queried "I'm not going to have to describe something now we've run out of pages," Larry looked up from the screen to Kate who was sat beside him her legs crossed sufficiently for her knees and a little glimpse of her long slim thigh. "Let me get another site for you" interrupted Kate, leaning across so her body crushed against Larry's. She clicked on the site she'd previously constructed, a warning screen appeared asking for a declaration as too whether the viewer was over eighteen and thus eligible too enter. "Bloody hell, you taking me to a porn site" said Larry teasing. Kate in her mind wondered how many he already knew; whilst Larry wondered if she would let him sit there next to her if she knew where he surfed. The first screen contained a girl clad in a deep red lingerie set, with red stockings, aside in a small window, a miniature picture showing the same outfit in black and a soft mauve. Several pages in there were basques corsets and bustiers, Larry lingered over these extolling their virtues of upliftment. The next pages contained views of peephole bras and open crutch panties. Larry turned to Kate "What a waste of time, unless you two have a John & whore fantasy?" Kate nodded agreement whilst making a mental note of asking her husband if he'd like to be a John. She then asked probingly "Ever had a John & whore experience?" Larry stopped and looking Kate straight in the eye said "Do you mean have I been with hooker, or me and Olive?" Kate felt slightly uncomfortable so quietly said "Either!" Larry laughed "Well Olive and I enjoyed variation, can't recall her dressing in those though, as for me paying, you know me better than that." They both laughed. More scantily clad girls appeared before Larry, and Kate was happy the way he enthused over undies she'd already got or would consider wearing, he liked lace, blacks with hints of colour or the more 'elegant shades' as he put it. Eventually he was on the final pages; these were sepia and titled 'Vintage'. Larry laughed at the bloomers and knickerbockers with frills. Next, opened a page with a soft silk with lace camisole, together with matching French knickers. Larry stopped as a page opened, lingering, till he spoke in low husky voice "I do like that, so very feminine and extremely sexy". The model had long legs and a good bust, the pose was inviting, the model was photographed from an alluring angle and the loose French knickers bagged slightly at the crotch inviting the viewer with the possibility of a glimpse beyond the lace leg and silky material. Kate was absolutely delighted and quietly said, "I have a very similar outfit" her voice trailed off. Larry turned towards her, his eye twinkled "Do you? Oh," then he paused his eyes scanned her and he looked sheepishly at her and carefully said, "I'd love to see you wearing them!" Kate laughed, and with a great big grin announced, "You are!" Larry looked at her confused then it dawned on him "Oh underneath," he stopped and growled lustily in appreciation. He swiftly teased, "Prove it!" Which Kate fully appreciated, laughing and retorting "You're a dirty old man". Larry replied quickly "Yes I am," then prompted by the loose easy atmosphere of the occasion, added determinedly "and you're a tease, so treat me, and show me." Kate looked deeply into Larry's eyes, there was a glow, his words wear teasing, but his eyes showed meaning, provocation, a daring; which was exactly as Kate wanted, she required his commitment so the game could progress. She lowered her eyes and said "OK", with a clear and calm voice, then looked up directly into Larry's eyes with a mischievous grin "but," she paused briefly "only if you show me yours." Larry responded quickly "I don't have a camisole and 'Frenchies' on" he chuckled and barely pausing added "but I'll show my boxers," his right hand instinctively shot out, poised to shake "deal! Now!" This made Kate laugh she quickly added "You first" as she shook Larry's hand firmly, so the bet was sealed. Larry kicked off his loafers and began to unbutton his shirt. "Let's stand up" Kate said rising from the couch. Larry grinned and stood up, they both stood at either end of the coffee table. Kate had seen Larry's grey hairy chest a number of times during their gardening escapades. His broad frame and good muscle tone was softened by the shiny grey-brown mat of hair that covered his front and back, like a big teddy bear she'd said once to herself. His shirt off Larry seductively undid his belt, twisting his waist and then pivoting to thee side unbuttoned his jeans and quickly unzipped it. Kate laughed with glee at his stripping antics, crying "Bravo" in encouragement. Larry soon stood in front of Kate dressed only in a pair of grey and black plaid boxers and his socks, Kate had won her own private bet that he was a boxers man. "Your turn" Larry urged with a broad grin. Kate undid the single button that held the soft pink shrug, she pivoted to her side as Larry had done, then turned with her back to him, lowered the garment down her back, letting the light cream camisole with delicate thin straps appear, turning to face him, she pulled the shrug apart so he could see the delicate white lace which adorned the bust of the cami. Larry's eyes unhesitatingly fed on the view, the materials satin sheen begged to be touched, as did those two orbs of which there was a glimpse before the lace hid them, but allowed the delicate outline of temptation to continue, Larry felt his palms twitch and the blood flow to his prick increasing. Kate realised her chest was tightening; the excitement of being revealing would soon be revealed by two puckered points on her camisole front. Again turning to the side Kate released the hook and zip of her skirt, she then faced Larry and looking directly into his eyes deliberately placed her thumbs into the waistband of the skirt. Her arms moved as she inched her skirt over her slender his, Larry's attention moved and she could see his eyes were now dedicated to watching the revelation before him. The delicate cream and white lace adorned French knickers appeared gradually, Kate actually saw Larry lick his lips, and she looked down to see his boxers being stretched at the front. Larry could not believe his luck, this beautiful young woman was flesh before him, and the vision was even more exciting than he'd remembered or seen fully naked on a high pixel screen. As Kate felt her skirt slacken past her hips she gave a shove with her hands and a wriggle of her waist, gravity took over and the skirt slid down the smooth nylon of her legs. Larry let out a deep low groan, as the full extent of Kate's undergarments came to view; the delicate satin cream of her cami set, trimmed with lace, the pants hanging low and loose, not tight too her crutch like the modern versions, hinted at room for a mans wrist, and the possibility of glimpsing something more, then those stocking tops dark nude with more lace, that framed a portion of fully flesh toned thigh, with white lace suspender straps that disappeared under that haven of satin. Larry's mouth was dry and his cock was ready to leap out of his shorts and slaver over the young girl in front of him. Dirty Old Bugger "Well, do I look sexy?" Kate's asked knowing the answer was a definite yes by the large tent of Larry's shorts. Larry let out a low deep wolf whistle then stated hoarsely "You look delicious, a gorgeous cream, vision good enough to eat." He quickly added, "It looks so sensual, it must feel so very smooth, the satin." "It's silk," corrected Kate "and yes it feels free and smooth." She let her fingers slowly stroke down the material, then placed a finger to her lips cheekily looking at Larry and stepping closer, "Would you like to feel how silky it is?" "Yes" his voice firm but barely above a whisper, least the magic spell or dream, be broken. He moved forward, raising his hands too waist height, he moved close enough to be fully embraced by Kate's perfume, womanly and sensuous, it made him feel momentarily light headed; at last his rough hands were in contact with the silky softness, at the sides of Kate's body, he stroked his coarse hands up and down her torso, very slowly, and could feel the camisole was all that she had on top, his eyes affirmed this as he slightly pushed the smooth soft material across her chest to see two inviting cream bulges straining against the taught silk. Larry's eyes met Kate's his mouth slackened, he looked to say something, I want you came to mind, but as their eyes locked, it was if nothing more needed to be said. Kate looked into Larry's eyes, his wanting lust showed itself fully there, she knew this kiss would tell her if this was what she wanted too. Their eyes searched, and in a moment their lips touched, wetly and eagerly their mouths came together. Larry pulled Kate closer, and she felt him, pressing urgently into her abdomen, her hands stoked his neck. They broke away looking again into each others eyes, Kate's chest was screaming for attention, Larry's hands were just a thumb move from caressing the beginning of each satiny clad mound. Kate pressed her body to his, and kissing his ear whispered "Not here, lets go upstairs," she faced him again and he kissed her lips softly in agreement. He stepped away, but took her hand, then she turned and led them both upstairs. Larry let Kate skip ahead, partly so he could pinch himself to check he was not in some crazy wonderful dream, but also so he could appreciate those long legs and silken bum. Kate turned at the landing heading for the spare room, she opened the door and crossed to the bed and switched on the sidelight. "Close the door" Kate said to Larry as she turned to face him. They clinched, more forcefully, their lusty mouths met, Kate's hands grasped Larry's tight butt cheeks, as his sneaked under her top and as they kissed he massaged her breasts, feeling the firm young mounds. Kate pressed her groin against his, she felt his hands pulling the sides of her camisole up, and raised her arms to enable the progress to be swift. Larry kissed and tongued his way down Kate's neck, and she began to slide her, well manicured, fingers into his boxers. Larry's mouth was teasing, tonguing and biting Kate's nipples, Kate chest tightened and she felt her body begin to tingle, her breathing deepen. As he teased and toyed with Kate's areole and nipples Larry eased her towards the bed, finally taking her slender body to tumble her onto the bed. Kissing her upper body Larry raised his knee pushing up between Kate's thigh, Kate squirmed upon it welcoming something too rub her mons against. Her finger nails toyed with Larry's back as their mouths met again, he fed on her lips and his hands roamed downwards, Kate yielded to his guidance, wanting him to bring pleasure, she felt his muscular body as his fingers toyed with waistband of her Frenchies, she sucked in her stomach thinking his deliberate slowness was due to the resistance of the elastic. Larry felt her flat stomach cave, and was tempted to let his hand glide in easier, her wanting excited him more. However this was not his intent, his fingers stole across the barrier and skirting across the silk and lace his hand sought her thighs. As their mouths danced with passionate tongues, Kate could feel the hard hotness of Larry's thigh pull back, too be replaced by delightful digits, her upper thighs being caressed from stocking top too pants bottom, slow deliberate strokes that brought her awareness to the heat between her legs. Kate shuffled her legs further apart wanting, needing Larry's hand to move easier towards its goal. Larry noticed Kate's thighs drift apart and as his fingers reached the delicate lace trim of her knickers legs he thrust the fullness of his tongue into Kate's mouth, she responded welcoming and sucking upon it in return. Then she felt the wisp of a brush, a finger nail sought the velvet of her labia, it made her pelvis relax, her breath caught, as the line of her slit was drawn by Larry's teasing probe. Had Larry's mouth not been delighting her, she would have moved and ripped the barrier of her pants away. Larry's fingers circumvented Kate's clit, she felt a moment of horror; did he not know? Satisfied with the heat and moistness of her bower, that he was to cultivate, Larry withdrew his hand from Kate's groin. He kissed her lips a luscious goodbye and sat up, his eyes drinking in her body. Kate just lay there, knowing she was his object of desire, she felt his hands on her waist, his fingers tugged the elastic of her French knickers, carefully avoiding the delicate lace of her suspender belt. She watched his face fascinated, arching her back to enable swift progress of the removal of her underwear. But Larry took his time deliberately peeling back the soft curtain to reveal her lower regions, the dip of her pelvis and the delicate wisp of blonde hair. At last Larry got to confirm his expectation that Kate's hair colouring was natural, the light fuzz was not shaved, it was such a small downy patch it didn't need to be. Being observed, as an object of excitement was really turning Kate on, Larry's shear concentration on her pubes and ginny was making her ooze with pleasure. With her legs together her wispy pubes were too slight to cover her swollen lips; Larry licked his mouth, and speeded up the removal of her silks. As soon as her French knickers were free of Kate's feet and tossed unceremoniously aside, Larry gripped Kate's ankles; she was caught a little by surprise as he used her buttocks as pivot to sweep her round and part her legs so his bulky kneeling body was between them. Kate felt the smallest, adrenaline stimulating, pulse of fear as she looked in the fire of Larry's eyes, which were now burning into her exposed quim. Larry stooped towards Kate's groin, and Kate sucked in her breath in anticipation, then she felt his lips, gently kissing her inner right thigh, then the left; then slowly licking up towards her love flower. Larry teased around Kate's pussy; his tongue tickled the flesh of her groin. She tried to jerk her hips to stimulate contact with her quim, which screamed for attention. Larry held her firmly, ignoring her needs, till he felt she was ready. At last Kate felt the very tip of his tongue glide across her labia, the lightest of touches made her body shudder, she sighed and her hands grasped Larry's head to push him against her as she drove her hips upward. But Larry resisted, his bull neck muscles made him immovable and his grasp of her pelvis prevented her from moving, Kate was deviously and deliciously trapped. Kate could feel Larry's tongue lashing and licking her love petals, each lick pushed his tongue in deeper, and at the end of each stroke it brushed her pleasure button. Then he drew in and sucked her clit, whilst a finger eased between her sodden lips. Larry could hear Kate's hard breathing and moaning, she was pressing hard against him. Larry teased her with his tongue, flicking her now engorged clit rapidly so she began to cry out. His fingers weren't idle either, two of them pulsed inside her pussy, glorifying in her wetness. Kate's squealed insistently as her first orgasm stole up and took her. Her nerves strung and then relaxed. Wasting no time Larry stopped his hand ministrations of Kate's love flower, and eased himself upwards, kissing her belly. Kate concentration returned as Larry's throbbing helmet knocked at the entrance of her ginny, she sighed appreciatively as it glided in, penetrating her easily and fully. Kate wrapped her thighs around Larry's bulky waist and savoured the moment of having her pussy filled with hot prick. She didn't want to move or him to move. But again to no avail. Larry raised his back and with his powerful thighs began to ease her upwards, causing her grip to loosen. His spade like hands gripped her butt cheeks and squeezed them as he began to pound into her. Larry had decided to up the pace, thrusting hard and deep whilst grinding his pelvis against her. Kate's hands gripped his arms, her eyes locked on his, as she sought another orgasm, her body wantonly matching his every move. Kate was muttering and shouting obscenities. "Yes! Fuck Me! Yes! OH God Yes!" as her hands gripped and wrenched the pillow above her head. She momentarily became limp; Larry knew she had again reached his goal; so he eased her back down onto the bed, covering her body with kisses as he stole his tool slowly in and out of her, relishing the sensation of her inner flower petals brushing the rim of his knob end before re-entering her velvety honey hole. Kate's eye's blinked open, he was still hard, slowly fucking her, once again; she could feel his length gliding in and out of her wet love tube. "Oh that's so good" Kate spoke in a whisper her as Larry's eyes stared into hers. "Excellent" he said intently, adding "How's about giving and old man a break, you can get on top for a change". Katy grinned and as Larry shifted from her and lay beside her she rose and slipped a leg across his chest; she outstretched on top of his body her hands held his face as she kissed him, softly on his lips, her fingers outlining his face, her tongue eventually easing into his open mouth to swirl inside, it was good too feel him hard against her groin, still eager. At last she bent her knees and pushed herself upright, she kneeled fully up and shuffled and grasping Larry's tool in her left hand she lined herself into a position over lower herself onto him. Slowly she let the target meet the arrow, letting her love lips kiss his red juice soaped end, then engulfing him inside, feeling his glans slide past her minor labs, welcoming his hardness, all the while looking at him, as his eyes gazed upon her action. She felt him harden and stiffen even more. Once he was just inside, his bulbous end in contact with her love tube, she began to ride him, trotting as if upon her horse. Larry lay there; his eyes drinking in the joys of her young body, his dick being teased by her warm wet woman bower. Larry could feel the joy of her quim upon just the last inch or so of his prick; wanking him. Kate's fingers were playing with her clit, her ride sliding him further down her, until she was resting at the base of his throbbing shaft. Her pace increased and Larry bucked his hips to meet her, the writhed together, Kate moaning as another joy wave was beginning to form from deep between her legs. Their joint moment grew with this their unified joy ride, Larry bucking under this her light form, Kate bouncing up and down upon him, her pussy walls tightened and at last Larry's seed cascaded into her, she felt this extra pressure and this was enough to release her own dam of pleasure again. Her loud enthusiasm dying into a grunt of silence as she flooded his shaft, both writhed a moment together to the wring the last drop of satisfaction from their coupling. Kate stretched back down to Larry, who now felt spent, he welcomed her body with his arms and clung her to him, their lips saying a tender mutual thanks.........