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My First Dirty Old Man

By: lovelyladyfaire



I have said many times that my obsession for older men formed when I was only nineteen. 

This is the story I said I would write so you could understand how it all started. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it.

I wonder how many of us start each day,feeling that change is coming, a quiet anticipation that this day is somehow different. How could I know that the hours ahead would truly change everything I imagined life would be, a day I will remember the rest of my life.

It was a cold brisk day, overcast and threatening to rain. Just after lunch I decided I'd take my dog for a walk in the park. 

I loved the feeling of the cool wind in my face and it would be pretty much empty, it was a weekday. I was wearing a dress and I debated whether or not I should put slacks on. I decided it would be fine since I wasn't going to be out long. Just to be on the safe side of warm, I slipped on a long light weight coat that at least covered my knees.

The park was just up the street from our home in a really nice residential area. I was born here and lived with my parents. I was an only child. Some might say I was spoiled, my parents would say I was loved. 

I had my own apartment in my parent's house; at nineteen I needed my own space. The apartment had a living room, small kitchen, bedroom and bathroom, not exactly sprawling, but cozy. My Uncle helped my Daddy put in a private entrance so I had complete seclusion. My apartment was actually in our basement. The room was converted into my living space. The really nice thing was, my parents couldn't hear me and I couldn't hear them. I hadn't dated much in school, boys were so immature at our age. Just in case I met one I was interested in, I wanted it to be my business. I wanted to move out into my own place but rents were high and I was safer here in my own neighborhood. I put Sam's leash on and out the door we went.It was really chilly and windy; at times the wind was awfully brisk, I had no stockings on so my legs were cold. As we walked I was sorry I hadn't put a nice warm pair of slacks on. This was going to be a short walk. The park was empty. Kids were still in school and it was a just after lunch. I'm sure the time of day had a great deal to do with the lack of people walking around. 

I decided to go half way around the lake, rest for a few minutes, and head home. 

The walk around the water to the other side was really nice. I have always loved the cold weather. It was the middle of October so the trees had dropped their leaves. The sound of the leaves blowing around was so calming. 

It also reminded me that the holidays were just around the corner; this was truly my favorite time of year. I loved the park and the feeling of being alone to enjoy it quietly.

I reached the halfway point and sat down on a bench just, to take pleasure in the coolness and think about what I would do with the rest of my day. Sam lay down at my feet and we were immediately content. I missed this time now that I was working and made it a point to relax and take time to enjoy it. Almost out of nowhere, an elderly man was walking up to the bench and motioned that he'd like to sit down. I smiled a greeting.

"Sure, you're welcome to sit." He smiled back and sat down next to me. He didn't leave much room between us and I felt a slight twinge of being uncomfortable. I also felt something else. He had a sly almost dirty smile, lecherous in a way. He looked like a dirty old man thinking sexy thoughts about young girls.

The very first thing I noticed about him, beside his obvious age, was his very thick lips. I found myself wondering what it would feel like kissing him. Would he swallow my thin lips into his own? The thought gave me a tingle of excitement. When he smiled back at me he tipped his hat. It was odd because I really didn't know any older men and the few I did know never wore a hat.

"Thank you, that's nice of you to share your bench with an old man."

He had an accent, I guessed he was Italian. Some people just looked like where they came from and I was pretty sure he was from Italy. "Nice to see you walking your dog, you come here a lot? I think I've seen you before with your little friend. I'm glad we are here today at the same time. You must be living near here, yes?"

I told him I lived right up the street and I was off from work so I thought it would be nice to take Sam for some exercise. "It's a very cold, look I have a long coat and a hat." I explained to him I liked the cold, and I wouldn't be staying too long. "You are very pretty, I like looking at you."

I thanked him, smiled, and couldn't help seeing his eyes wander over me, stopping for a few extra seconds gazing at my breasts. "You got no pants on your legs, you must be freezing? I think maybe you need to warm up, you think so?"

I laughed and told him that I had plenty of meat on my bones to keep me warm. I was a healthy girl. I was very well developed and curvy. It always made me secretly smile when men would stare at my breasts. I matured early and by the time I was fifteen I wore a 42DD bra, he noticed just how well developed I was.

When I was younger my thought was I had to cover my breasts by folding my arms in front of me because I have very large nipples, they always stand out. There were times that it was pretty plain what men were looking at. I wore a lot of sweaters and jackets to cover up. Then there were the times I deliberately showed off. I was after all secretly still a girl who liked men to look at me. This old man was not only looking, I felt as though he could see right thru my clothes.

"My legs are cold but I'll be leaving soon. I didn't realize it was so windy." He reached out his hand and touched my knee which was just below the hem of my coat.

"Oh my god your legs are very cold."

He started to rub my knee and then up and down the lower part of my leg. I guess he thought he could warm me up. His hand moved back to my knee and went a little higher just under the hem of my coat. I wondered if he could feel me trembling.

"Oh, you're nice and warm up here and such soft skin." I smiled and shook my head agreeing with him. The touch of his fingers was exciting me. I should have politely moved his hand away, I didn't.

"You got nice legs, very pretty. I think the men like to look, yes?"

I just smiled. His hand was now circling around my knee and inched just a little higher up to my thigh. The higher he went the more I liked it. When his fingers spread over my skin and began squeezing my flesh I felt myself stiffen, I was strangely aroused.

"It's nice up here, so hot and feels good, see no gloves, maybe you keep my hand warm?"

What was I doing? This was not something I should like, let alone encourage. Why was I being so nice and not stopping this?

I knew that by not saying something, by not making him stop, I was telling him I liked what he was doing, and wanted him to continue.

He was smiling at me, almost leering I guess, and he was licking his lips. I actually thought I saw him drooling. 

His hand began to shake and he moved it between my knees and took a deep breath. It was as if he was waiting to see what I would say or do. His fingers were squeezing my skin and pinching, not hard but like he was massaging my thigh. I took a deep breath and looked down at the ground. "This feels good, you like my hand touching you, and I think you like me?" I could feel myself quivering, so did he. I should smack his hand away and leave. The feelings that he started inside me were making me nervous, not scared. I liked what he was doing and didn't want him to stop. It was very strange. This old man had his hand up between my knees and I liked it, I loved it. He moved his hand a little higher and turned it so I had to part my knees. When my knees fell slightly open he moaned quietly and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, he moved closer to me on the bench. Quickly, I looked around to see if there were any people that could see us and I was relieved that there wasn't a soul anywhere.

"You let the boys rub your legs?" I shook my head no. I was so nervous I couldn't speak. I wasn't scared nervous, it was excited nervous. I was becoming sexually aroused.

It was like waiting for Christmas morning wondering what Santa had brought me. The feeling was anticipation. I was eagerly waiting to see what was going to happen next.

"You like me feeling and touching you're legs don't you?"

I was embarrassed because I quietly said yes, so quietly I could hardly hear myself say the words. With confidence and my apparent approval his hand pushed further up under my coat and I voluntarily moved my legs apart to give him more access and freedom to continue. "You got nice big tits." I almost stopped breathing. "You let the boys feel your tits?"

Now, I was really shaking. An old man was sitting in broad daylight with his wrinkled old hand under my dress telling me he thought my breasts were nice, talking about boys feeling me and I didn't leave, I wanted him to tell me more. My mind painted a picture, I suddenly saw his hands feeling my breasts and I wanted him to.

I didn't answer, I couldn't move and I was trembling. I looked up and he was smiling as if he was doing a good thing, something that I liked. His fingers spread apart and inched up further, like a spider, until he had reached my private place. When I felt his fingers touching me I took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn't stop.

There was no mistaking his boldness was exciting me. No one had ever touched me there before and he knew I wouldn't stop him.

I had a few dates and a few kisses but that was the extent of my experience with boys. I knew about sex and just thought it would happen someday. I did know about orgasms. While taking a shower a few years ago I needed to get the shampoo and I had a hand held showerhead in my hand. I put it between my legs to grab the bottle so I wouldn't have to put it back into the holder. The head turned around and the water was rushing up between my legs. I felt this strange sensation and it felt really good. It made me forget about the shampoo. I grabbed the shower head and turned it so it was closer to me. This felt really good. I was breathing a little deeper and I started to feel a familiar tickle between my legs. My nipples got really big and they kind of tingled just a little. My body was feeling like it did just before I would have an orgasm from touching myself.

I reached up to my breast with my free hand and when I rubbed my nipple the feeling between my legs was stronger. This felt really good. I put my foot up on the edge of the tub and by directing the flow of the water so it was directly shooting between my legs. I found it was getting better and better.

I had played with myself for a few years. I guess we just automatically explore ourselves and when we find that touching certain places makes it feel better we keep doing it. I brought myself to my first orgasm when I was younger, I was nineteen now and this showerhead was driving me crazy. 

After a few futile attempts I managed to get it just right. By right I mean I had the water rushing on my pussy. By holding the sprayer steady and closer, it felt better and better. A few more moves and I knew I was on to something. I continued to move the direction of the water until I found the best place to enhance the pressure. I reached up and turned the faucet so the water was now coming out faster and the pressure harder.

The water was gushing against my pussy lips and if I moved a certain way it hit my now very responsive clitoris. I reached down and spread my lips and the water was now washing over my pleasure spot. It didn't take but a few minutes for me to have an earth shattering orgasm, needless to say. I take a lot of showers.

The feeling that was washing over me now, as this old man inched closer and closer to my virginal spot, was just like the tickles I experienced while building to an orgasm. I not only liked what he was doing I didn't want him to stop at all.

"You're hot down here?"

He was whispering as if someone else might hear him. His fingers had wrapped themselves over my entire mound and he was squeezing and rubbing. Suddenly, I felt one finger begin to wiggle around. His fat thick teaser slipped under the elastic leg of my panties. When his finger touched my lips he moaned and moved even closer to me on the bench. I could feel his breath on my face. I could also feel his hand now shaking more.

"Do you let the boys touch your pussy?"

I shook my head no, but wouldn't look at him. His breath was hot on my cheek now. I turned to look at his face. His lips were wet and so big. He was constantly licking them and then making this sucking sound.

His finger was moving around under my panties and at one point he actually touched my clitoris. He was running his tongue over his lips, then he wiggled it at me, I heard myself gasp. When his finger dipped between my lips I couldn't move, and he was searching for breath. "Oh my god, wet, your pussy is so wet."

The man was rubbing my wet pussy and circling around my hard clitoris. I knew that if I didn't stop him he would give me an orgasm.

I was nervous now, I was afraid someone was watching us. I looked around and tried to stay calm. My breathing was fast and deep. His finger inched further and he was rubbing up and down. He moved another finger in to help the other one explore me. "So sweet, your pussy is so sweet and wet, I like it. You like it too; I know you do because your pussy is so wet and hot."

I got scared and was sure someone was watching so I pushed his hand away and moved down the bench away from his reach. I should have gotten up and left. I'm sure he was startled but he just smiled at me and then he did the strangest thing I'd ever seen. He put his hand to his face and he brought his fingers, first and middle to his lips, opened his mouth and began licking and sucking each one.

"Ummm taste so sweet, I want to touch your pussy all over."

I stared at him and he just smiled and smelled his fingers. "You play with your pussy? You get your fingers wet and rub them all over because it feels so good, right?"

How could he know that? I was embarrassed to admit that I did. I looked down in shame and he must have realized I was reluctant to answer and changed the way he was speaking. Now he was talking to me in a low whispering voice. Like a secret being told. The secret was I wanted him to do it again, and again.

"Will you let me play with it? You like me feeling your wet hot pussy don't you? I know you do because your pussy is so wet with juice and that only comes when it feels good." Again I didn't answer, but there was no way he could miss my breathing become deeper and faster. I could feel the flush rise in my cheeks and the tingle growing between my legs. I knew I had to leave or I wouldn't be able to stop him, because I loved what he did.

I stood up and as I was turning to leave he grabbed my hand. I didn't pull it away and he pulled me closer to him. Now I was standing directly in front of him, so close that he was able to slip his hand under my dress and grab me. I heard myself let out a startling sigh and his finger again lifted the elastic panty and he quickly rubbed me all over and then he took his finger out of my panties. I didn't want him to stop.

He left his hand under my dress and rubbed it over my mound and my stomach. After a few minutes he pulled his hand down from under my coat. My eyes immediately looked at his fingers. I couldn't help but see that his middle finger was shimmering and glistening; covered in my wetness he smiled up at me. He quickly licked it clean.

"You're so sweet; your juice is like candy. I know how to make you cum, would you like it if I did that? I'll make your pussy feel so nice. I will make you very happy."

I looked at him and actually smiled, instead of telling him how disgusting he was. There was no question I wanted him to keep his hand under my dress, and he knew it. He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it. but not before taking my finger into his mouth and sucking the tip of it while his tongure swirled around it. If that was what it felt like on my pussy I'd probaly pass out from the feeling.

"Tomorrow, will you come meet me here in the park again?"

I didn't answer, I just said I had to go and walked away. If I had any good sense I would never come here again. What if someone saw what he was doing to me? I hurried out of the park. I couldn't believe I let a dirty old man touch me in the most private and personal way. I felt dirty myself for not stopping him and I walked away as fast as I my legs would carry me. The short walk to my house seemed longer than usual. I couldn't wait to get home.

Finally, I was safe inside my apartment. I took off my coat and went to the kitchen for a hot cup of tea. I was freezing cold. I was also very excited. I couldn't help myself. I reached my hand inside my panties and I almost fainted when I felt how wet and hot my pussy was.

I needed a shower to wash him off and warm up. The cold had set in as I walked home. Funny, I didn't feel cold at all sitting on that bench and I knew full well why. That man excited me. When I took off my panties to shower they were sopping wet. I took a long hot shower, and must have made myself orgasm at least three times. 

All I could do was picture his thick lips licking and sucking his fingers. The rest of the afternoon I couldn't get the picture out of my mind. I fixed dinner. Watched some TV and went to bed.

I couldn't get comfortable. All night I was restless and finally I played with myself. Seeing him in my mind, rubbing my pussy and sucking his fingers I came really hard and it lasted a long time. I don't know how but I did fall asleep.

In the morning I was very fidgety. I kept looking at the clock. I wanted to go to the park and find him. I wanted him to put his hand under my dress and play with me. No matter how I tried to get him out of mind I couldn't do it. Before long it was 12:39PM and I had to go to the park. I deliberately wore a skirt and no stockings. My coat was my protection. I grabbed Sam and out we went. 

All the way to the park I kept telling myself to turn around. I didn't, in fact I think I was walking as fast as I could to get there.

I finally got into the park and walked to towards the bench we were at yesterday. I looked around; I didn't see him where we were and thought he changed his mind. I was actually disappointed. What was wrong with me? I was upset because a dirty old man wasn't here to touch me. Suddenly I saw him and immediately I began to shake. I wasn't scared, I was excited, and I instantly felt the tingle growing. He saw me and motioned that I should go to him. I walked towards him and realized if I didn't turn around right now. I wouldn't.

When I reached him he was smiling with those big fleshy lips. I actually looked at him and saw he had a very full face. He was very overweight and short. I'm 5'5" and he was my height or shorter. The one thing that stood out, he was very well dressed and very clean. His face was shaved and he didn't have glasses on. The hands that had creped under my dress were huge. The fingers were like fat sausages with very trimmed nails. Obviously he was a man who cared about his appearance.

"Hello, I hoped you would come and meet me again. You're such a pretty young woman. I thought about your sweet wet pussy all night. I wanted to feel you get wet. You liked it and you didn't want me to stop. So, no pants today, your legs are bare, they must be cold. I think maybe you want me to warm them up and feel you like I did yesterday?"

He also knew that if he felt me right now, I'd already be wet and that was just from thinking about meeting him.


My First Dirty Old Man Ch. 02



I'd like to take a minute to thank you for the wonderful feedback that I've received from the first chapter of my story. I know it's been quite some time, and I did have intention of writing chapter two sooner, life gets in the way of all good intent. I hope you enjoy this as I much as I have loved going back in time to recall my experience with the man who changed my life.

At the outset, I was anxious and very innocent in the understanding of just what constitutes a sexual relationship between a man and a woman. My thoughts were dramatically altered when my old man and I spent the initial afternoon in the park. The next day, all my thoughts were solely about my new acquaintance. On the walk back to my home, with this old man at my side, my mind so confused and excited, one thought was evident, I wasn't quite sure what to do about Sam. I decided to put him in my parents' house, and I gave him a big bowl of water and filled his food bowl. We often left him alone for a few days as he had a doggie door that let him go in and out feely, with music playing to keep him company, his favorite toys surrounding him and a few extra treats I turned to go. As I was leaving I looked at him and thought, "The next time I see you I will be a different person, I wonder if you'll know?"

You already know how we met, my dirty old man and I, looking back I can smile in recalling just how gentle he was. The walk back to my home was both thrilling and frightening. Feeling a man touch me where I had only touched myself, allowing myself to be seen naked, learning the many ways one can receive pleasure were exhilarating and we had only just begun.

Waking up, feeling him next to me, touching me, hearing him whispering in my ear seemed as though I was part of a dream. "You have made this old man very happy, you like the way I touch you, you like very much my tongue, I know that's true because your sweet pussy got so wet for me. See, your tits are like a woman now, big nipples, you like Tony sucking on them, you like it very hard, good I like it hard too."

It wasn't a dream after all. "There's something else I know, no man has been inside you, and you're a fresh girl, not broken."

I wasn't sure what he was talking about; should I ask him what he meant.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, what do mean not broken?"

"You're an innocent girl, no man has ever had you, made love to you, put his manhood inside your pussy."

Did he mean that I haven't had sexual intercourse yet?

"No, I've never let a boy touch me; no one has ever touched me like you did. I've never even let a boy kiss me the way you do. You are the only person who has ever felt between my legs, touched my breasts, and looked at me naked or anything else."

This was a very uncomfortable conversation. "Yes, I know you are telling Tony the truth. Do you know what the "Bride's Veil" is?"

I was completely confused; nothing he was saying was making any sense to me.

"Inside the girl is a secret, only the mother tells the daughter about it, the night of the wedding. When the girl is alone with the husband and he takes her for the first time he breaks the Bride's Veil and he knows she is fresh and no man has ever had her before him. The young girl saves this secret for the man she loves and gives it only to him. This secret lets the man know he has a good girl, a pure girl. Many men want this secret and they take from the girl and leave her spoiled."

It was now completely clear, yes, I was a virgin. I have never had sex before, I was a good girl. How could I be a good girl and be laying here uncovered, next to an old man I met on a park bench, the same old man who saw me naked and did things to me I never knew a man could do to a woman. I wasn't totally naïve I knew the basics of sex and I grew up just like any other girl being told that I shouldn't let boys touch my breasts, and definitely nothing under my panties. I was never told how good it feels to have a man feel you, kiss you, feel your nipples, suck them and put his fingers between your legs. No one told me how good it feels to have a tongue licking your pussy and sucking on your clitoris until you cum. "I knew you were special the first time I saw you in the park. When you talked with me on the bench, and I touched you, it made you afraid, but you liked it and that was good for me. Now, you like how I do things to you and you want more. I want to be a good man with you, I don't want to have you and give you away to another man, and I want you to stay with me. I am a lucky man I have everything that I need for a good life, but, I'm a lonely man, I have no one to love. The young man won't treat you like a princess; he'll take you and leave you spoiled."

I wasn't sure what he was talking about, I think he wanted me to be his girlfriend, was he crazy, I'm nineteen, he's almost fifty years older than me, like my grandfather. What would I say to my parents; they would kill me, lock me up and throw away the key. Why was I even listening to this old man, still, I like him, he makes me feel so good. Would he really make me a princess?

"Bella, that means beauty, you are my Bella, listen to me. You told me you are alone for the weekend, Papa and Mama is away. I'm going to call my driver, Pietro to come pick us up and I take you to my house. Bella, you don't have to be troubled, I will do nothing to hurt you. I want you to know where my house is and show you how I live. If you want to call someone and tell them that you are going to visit then that's good, I will write my phone and address, right now. I want you to be trustful to me; I want you to not be afraid. If you don't like me then you can tell me "No Tony" I don't want this and I go away."

I wasn't afraid, this man didn't scare me, and I suddenly became fearful that he would go away and I would never see him again, I didn't want that at all. The choice was mine and I had already decided.

This is so crazy, how can I go to your house, I don't even know you. I wanted to know him, all about him. I liked the way he looked at me, talked to me and wanted to be with me. If I told anyone what I was thinking of doing they would think I was certifiable, and they would be right. I'm an intelligent girl, how could I even think of doing something so stupid. I was naked, in my bed, with a dirty old man I picked up and brought home. In less than twenty four hours he wanted to take me to his house and I think he wanted me to be his girlfriend.

"Tony, you don't frighten me at all, I like the way you touch me, the things you did to me. My mother and father would never agree to me being with such an old man, they would forbid it and I would have to listen to them, so we can't tell them, or anyone, not now. I think you want me to be like a girlfriend to you is that what you want?"

"I want you to come to my house, see how I would take care of you and then you decide."

If I didn't go with him he might not come back. No, I wanted to go. It was okay to feel afraid, should I let that stand in my way?

"Okay, I'll go to your house if that's what you want."

Did I just agree to get in a car with a perfect stranger, a dirty old man and go to his house which was God knows where without telling anyone? Not only did I hear myself agree, I'm excited and can't wait to get there. Yes, this is definitely the way an intelligent good girl thinks. I like him, he doesn't scare me, my body has never felt like this before, looking at his eyes I wanted him to touch me now, again.

He was pleased, no he was ecstatically happy, he took me in his arms and kissed me, very softly, I wanted him to kiss me harder so I opened my mouth and searched for his tongue. It only took a moment for me to realize that when he touched me I was on fire.

"Oh, you want more I give you more."

My lover, that sound so funny now, the mindset of a young girl, but at that moment he was my lover in every sense of the word. Tony laid me down on the bed and he began licking my lips, and I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue deep inside.

His hands were right where I wanted them, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. He pulled his mouth away and licked and kissed my neck, this was driving me wild, when he bit into my flesh I moaned and heard myself tell him "again, do it again" and he did.

"Ohhh, suck my nipples, suck them like before, and make them hard."

He did, and more, over and over, I moaned and squealed under him I loved his mouth, I loved feeling my nipples in his teeth, and I never wanted him to stop. When he began moving down the bed I knew where he was going, I couldn't wait to feel his mouth there, I opened my legs as wide as I could.

"Oh, you know what you want, you like my tongue, and I'll give it to you all you want."

My pussy was aching, I wanted to feel him, listen to his mouth licking me, sucking me and he gave me what I wanted. 

This time it was slower, the licking was soft and when he closed his lips around my young budding pleasure the tip of his tongue barely touched it going back and forth, over and over. He flattened his tongue and let it glide up and down my lips, tickling my tender bud ever so slightly, it was even better than before. When I felt him slip two fat fingers just inside me and pump them in and out I knew if he touched my swollen blossom I would have to make him do it faster until I got what I needed.

"You're sweet pussy is ready isn't it Bella, If Tony kisses this sweet cherry, your pussy will burst in my mouth. You ready my beautiful Bella Bella, now I give it to you."

I took a deep breath, grabbed hold of the sheets and waited for the thrill, it washed over me like a rolling thunder storm on a late summer afternoon. The lips I wanted, the tongue I needed, all where they were supposed to be. His lips held my crimson flower seed from the bottom while his tongue lavished it from the top until I erupted into his mouth. This time I didn't push him away, I held on to his head and thrust into his mouth over and over, every time feeling another wave until I had nothing left to hold on with. 

I could barely breathe, my heart was pounding and the feeling between my legs was so strong I had to close them tight and rock back and forth to try and stop it. Tony was now next to me and he pulled me across his chest and rocked me like a baby.

"Ohhh, you love the fire and pleasure, you have many things to experience, feelings that are even stronger and deeper. There will come a time very soon when you will be a woman, not a little girl, and then you'll take what you want. The voices of love and seduction will call to you many times, your body will give all your secrets away, I'll look at you and I'll know what you need, what you want, your eyes will tell me, and I'll give it to you over and over."

I was safe, here in his arms, happy and I didn't want him to leave me, ever. Could I really be a princess, live happily ever after, like the fairytales promise us?

After a short time to rest, it was time to put my little girl thoughts away. Tony left me on the bed and went in to use the phone, he was speaking Italian so I really didn't understand what he was saying, and I didn't care. I was ready to go with him, I wanted to go.

"Alright little one, we must be ready to go in an hour, Pietro will pick us up at the entrance to the park, and I don't like to be late so time to shower and dress, quickly Bella."

If I told you that his taking charge excited me would you believe me, of course you would. 

I moved as fast as I could, I started the shower and quickly washed, that's not exactly true, I played with the shower head, than I washed and dried off. I had no intention of using the shower head, I couldn't help myself, the water, rushing against me, cleaning me, gave me a tickle and I wanted more, my God, was I insatiable now? 

In any case, I got ready to go as I was told and we would leave this house, I would leave my home with a man I knew nothing about and I couldn't wait.

While Tony was dressing I called my parents and told them I was feeling much better and was going to a friend for the weekend. My Daddy never asked where or who so I didn't have to tell a fib or evade his questioning concern. I have always been a very level headed, responsible person, I can say truthfully that I don't lie, I don't like it, you can remember the truth, and lies just bring about more lies. My parents taught me that love and respect is what's truly important. I am an only child, my parents married later in life and I was shall we say quite an unexpected pleasure. Their happiness is whatever brings me happiness. There are those who might say I was spoiled, my parents prefer to say I am loved.

It wasn't long before we were at the entrance to the park. I saw a car pull into the circle and stop. A younger man got out and spoke to Tony, in Italian, smiled, removed his hat, offered his hand and simply said, "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss." Tony stepped to the side of the car door as the young man opened it, he motioned for me to get in and then he again spoke with the young man. The words, although I didn't understand the language, were soft and happy, they were both smiling. The young man extended his hand to Tony, they shook hands and Tony tilted his head to look at me and smiled. When he entered the car he took my hand in his, as we waited for the driver to get in and start the engine I acknowledged that from this moment my life would never be the same.

"Bella, Pietro, ummm, Peter, has been with me for many years, he lives in a cottage on my property and he takes me where ever I have to go, he'll do this for you also. You may not want to stay with me and although it would make me very sad, I won't force myself on you. There will be no question that you will be free to leave and I will remember how much joy you gave me today. I didn't tell you to take anything, umm, clothes and the things you need, and I didn't want to frighten you because I don't know if you will stay with me. If you like to stay, we will make sure you have everything you need. Now, we will be getting to my home in an hour, you must be tired so close your beautiful eyes and rest, I'll take good care of you my Bella." I never even thought about packing an overnight bag, my mind was so filled with all that was happening. I didn't even have a toothbrush, clean panties, ummm, maybe I didn't need panties. My God, is that all I could think about now. I knew we were traveling North, I had a good sense of direction, I recognized the roads and knowing that we would be there in an hour's time told me we were going to the country. "Where is your house?"

"I make my home in Chesterfield do you know where this is?"

"Yes, I've been there many times to the lake, mainly in the summer. Why were you in the park, it's so far away from where you live?"

"I am free to go anywhere I like, I was visiting a friend in your town and we went for a walk in the park that was the first time I saw you. Now I scare you, I wasn't following or how you say, ummm, spying on you, no I mean,"

I giggled, "You mean you weren't stalking me."

"Yes, that, I wasn't doing that. "It doesn't matter, you found me, I'm happy you found me."

He smiled, relieved I think in knowing that I wasn't afraid. Imagine someone seeing you in a park and spending the time and effort to meet you. Now, I'm sure someone might have pointed out that this old man was in fact acting as a predator, if you knew him; you would have changed your mind instantly and realized that it was never like that from the very beginning. It really didn't matter, I was happy, excited, I felt like I was on an adventure.

"Layla that is a beautiful name that you're Mama and Papa gave you."

"My mother told me it means, "Dark beauty, born at night" I was born at night and had very dark hair and long dark lashes. My Daddy is a Professor of African Studies and it's an African name. When you call me Bella I think of my mother telling me I am a "Dark Beauty", Layla Bella."

Tony smiled and squeezed my hand in his; as if he not only agreed with my parents but that there was a truth in the names.

I must have dozed off, I heard Tony whispering to me that we had arrived and it was time to wake up.

"Open your eyes Bella, we are here, time to wake up."

I opened my eyes and we were in complete darkness. The car was still running, in almost an instant, lights came on and I saw a gate opening in front of the car. We drove through the gate and I heard it close behind us. In the distance I could see the rooftop of a very large house. Lights came on along the path leading to the door. The car stopped in the drive and I saw what I believed to be the front door. Peter opened the car door for us and Tony stepped out and took my hand as I followed behind him. They spoke a few words and Peter said goodnight and drove away.

"Be careful, you follow me."

I stayed very close and in a matter of maybe a few steps Tony had the door open and we were walking in. The house was huge, it looked like a mansion. There were only a few lights on inside and Tony told me to wait until he turned on some more. As the lights illuminated the house it took my breath away. The entry, where I was standing was very big; it led to an open space that I thought could be the living room. The back of the living room was made of glass, as the lights came on I saw the water, he lived on the lake.

"I will be there for you in a minute."

I heard him speaking but couldn't see him. The voice came from my left I thought, and was far away from where I was standing. "Come Bella; let me bring you into my home."

I took his hand and we walked forward into the living room, it was dark, and yet, inviting and comfortable. The glass was actually sliding glass doors that opened onto a patio which sat on the edge of the lake. I couldn't see much of anything else, it was very dark outside, and it must have been close to nine thirty.

Then there were lights all over the patio, and they were shinning on the water, it looked like a mirror.

"This is Stone Hill Lake; I've lived here for many, many years. On the other side is where you came in the summer, that's where the cottages are. Do you remember this place?"

"Yes, it's where we came for vacation; the last time was many years ago, once I got older we traveled more. The beach is over there on the right, that's where my Daddy taught me to swim."

"Well, now you can swim anytime you like, there at the end of the garden is a path to the lake, there's a small beach for swimming. Enough of this let me show you the rest."

We walked through the house and I fell in love with it. Compared to my tiny apartment it was truly a mansion, not really, it was a warm home that told you to be happy within its walls. The kitchen was like an old fashioned kitchen, lots of cabinets, the floor was stone tile and the counters were made of granite, how did I know this, my parents had recently updated their kitchen and put granite in. Tony showed me the dining room, the den was off the kitchen with a fireplace and then there were three bedrooms, each had its own bathroom; I wondered which one was his.

"Now I show you the Master Bedroom, where my bed is, the bed I want to take you too."

The bedroom was to the left of the living room, down a short hallway. When he put the light on I was speechless. The room was almost as big as the other three bedrooms; there was a sitting area with a couch and chair, tables and a huge wood wall unit that was filled with books. The bed sat in front of glass doors and looked out over the lake. "This is where we will sleep tonight Bella, go, sit on the bed, it's very nice."

I was standing in his bedroom, he was inviting me to feel how comfortable his bed would be, there was nothing left to decide was there?




My First Dirty Old Man Ch. 02



The bed had a large wood headboard, very dark and carved old world styling, antique I thought. There were so many pillows and the quilt was thick and a deep dark bronze, it was truly beautiful and begged you to lie down. It was very big, my bed was a full size, and this was a king, my parents shared a king size bed that always had room for me, a place to hide when I was frightened or a place to talk when I needed that too. I thought how very comfortable I could be in this bed. I turned around and he was standing right there.

"Layla, this my home, maybe it will be your home, tonight we don't talk about it, we have some dinner, we go to the bed and we do whatever you like, we talk, we sleep or you tell me what you want. So, now we go to the kitchen and I make us some food, drink wine and learn who we are."

You must be wondering if this is all a fantasy or perhaps the imagination of a woman who dreamed of a different life than she's living; my memories or imagination won't change the story, and just let me reassure you that fairytales do come true.

I walked around the kitchen while he made some things for us to eat. It was easy to see there wasn't a woman living in this house; the little things my mother did to make our house so pretty were absent. There were no curtains, flowers or little knick knacks. The house was immaculate, well kept, warm and friendly but there was nothing that said a woman lived here. There were no pictures, no photos of people.

"Do you have a big family?"

"No I am alone. I told you, just me. But, now I have you, yes?"

I smiled and nodded my head, had I just agreed to stay?

"Does Peter have a family?"

"Ahhh, Peter is the brother of my friend, the one I was visiting with, he came to work for me many years ago and he has been like a son to me."

He was all alone, that can't be good, and he must be lonely. "When their Mama died, Peter was a very young man and missed her so much he didn't want to stay in their house anymore, so he came to stay with me. I needed a man to drive the car so we both gave something to each other. He is a very serious man and likes to read books, never wanted to find a wife so no, he has no one."

"What kind of business did you have?"

"When I was old enough to find a job I worked for a family that built houses. saved my money and soon I built houses, I built this house, when I got to be an old man I sold my company, now I enjoy my life. I told you, I have a good life, all that I need, but, I'm lonely and I need someone to love and take care of. Come sit down and we have some food."

As we ate he continued to tell me about his life, answering all my questions. His wife never had children and she died several years ago after being sick for a few years, I think she had cancer. When she died, his friends tried to find him another wife but he didn't like any of the women so he never remarried. "Now it's my turn to learn about you my Layla Bella. You are a very young woman, no boyfriend, why?"

Should I tell him that boys just didn't interest me at all? I have always liked older men, I was the only child of an older couple, and I spent most of my life as the only child in a group of adults. I liked being around older men, the way they looked at me; even some of my father's friends, it made me feel powerful and special. I could watch them when I moved a certain way or when I let them see my nipples were hard, that I liked very much. I loved music, still do, to this very day; it is very seldom that where I am there won't be music playing. I love to read, and you don't need a boyfriend for any of that. "I never liked boys; I like an older man, that's why I'm here with you now. I should have run away from you, the first time you touched me, in the park. I couldn't leave because I liked what you were doing; it excited me and felt good. Now I like being with you like this, talking and just being friends."

"I knew you liked me, I saw your eyes, and there was no fear."

"You didn't scare me at all; you don't frighten me now, here alone with you, in this house. I guess I should have been afraid, I've heard stories of what dirty old men can do to young girls, but you're different. If I stay with you what will your friends think?"

I was speaking as though I were trying to find a reason not to stay.

"Layla Bella, I answer to no one. It's true I am an old man, many would say I am dirty to want a young girl to love, I say, mind the business of other people, not mine. You like me; maybe soon you will love me, we will be happy together, is that wrong?"

No, for me it wasn't wrong at all. My parents will never understand, how will I explain this to them? It didn't matter; I wanted to be here, with him.

"I don't think it's wrong, but what will I say to my parents, they won't understand why I like you or want to be with you. They love me and I wouldn't want to lie to them or be deceitful, try and trick them I mean, so I'm not sure how I would or could stay here with you."

Was I asking him to help me decide what to tell my family because I knew I wouldn't leave?

"I think you want to stay is that what you are saying to me?"

Of course I wanted to stay with him. In these few hours I had already imagined my life with him. Yes, I'm only nineteen, I have had no experience sexual or otherwise with boys or men, I should have my head examined but, I was excited, happy, felt so special, why would I want that to change? My Daddy always said that once I made up my mind there would be no way of changing it, I was beyond willful and unbending. 

At that moment the die had been cast, I would stay with this man and those who didn't agree or were not in favor of my choice would have to live with it and accept it.

I walked around the table and crawled up into his lap, I'm smiling, it wasn't easy, he was a very chubby man, but I managed. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him, not like a timid little girl, my instincts took over and he felt a hungry mouth on his. I explored his mouth with my tongue; I licked his lips, sucked them into my own and felt the fire begin to burn. I wanted him to touch me, strip me naked, ravish my body and leave me breathless. "You want me to love you, once you give me your secret gift then it will be mine and gone forever. Once we start then we don't stop, is this what you want Layla?"

I stood up and took his hand; I looked into his eyes and smiled as I dropped his hand between my legs.

There were no more words. I walked into his bedroom knowing exactly what I wanted. I was standing beside the bed when he touched me.

"Bella, Bella, I want you to know what you're doing, I wouldn't be a good man if I didn't give you time to think about this. Tonight I make love to you, I give you what you want, but I don't take you're special gift. I am a patient man, a man who has a good heart and steals nothing. I make you feel happy and give you as much as you want but not tonight will I break the veil."

Do you believe that you can fall in love in a heartbeat, in a second, a moment, well, it happens. I turned around and hugged him, he knew I wasn't ready, I was a foolish girl and when I gave myself to him he wanted a woman to make the choice.

"Alright, let's get ready for bed, I'll take you to the bath and wash you nice all over, make you feel sweet and warm. Then we come to bed, okay?"

If you've read any of my other stories you will see a familiar thread running through most of them. I believe that like a sweet candy, a wonderful cup of coffee or a lover, the taste or feel draws us back, we try and recreate the initial feelings we had when we first experienced what we come to love.

I tried to remember the last time anyone had bathed me, I think I must have been a small child. We all reach that grown up moment when we decide that our naked bodies are no longer to be seen by anyone. Was I about to be given a bath by this old man? I wasn't at all reluctant or self-conscious by the thought, in fact, I was suddenly very aroused. We did go into the bathroom, it was huge. In the center of the room there was an old claw footed white tub, the kind you see in old movies. On one side there was a marble vanity with two sinks, and a mirror that went from one wall to the next. There were so many towels lined up neatly, by color and size I thought I was in a department store.

"Come Bella mia, come here to me."

He was sitting on a chair next to the tub and he carefully undressed me. The care he took in folding and placing my clothes was something to see. The room was warm but as I stood there I could feel my nipples stiffen and Goosebumps pop up all over me. Tony had already started the bath and in a few minutes, when the water was just right he helped me step in.

"Now, you will get nice and warm, the water is hot and good."

I watched this plump old man get down on his knees, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, reach in and wet a washcloth. The soap smelled like baby powder and when he had it bubbly all over he reached down and washed me, every inch of me. Do I have to tell you how much I loved it, I didn't think so.

My lover, was he my lover, rinsed my body, helped me up and out of the tub and wrapped me in a big warm soft towel.

""All right, now you smell like a baby, clean and fresh. Come I take you to the bed and put you under the covers; you rest and wait for me while I get ready for the bed too."

I was in a dream; this was what little girl's dream of, women too. Was this old man my Prince charming?

As I laid there, in his bed, waiting for him, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else. I wanted to be here, I never wanted to leave.

In a few minutes he came into the bedroom, smiling and so happy. He had taken off his clothes and had a robe on; it barely covered his pudgy belly. I couldn't take eyes off him as he walked around the room, turning off lights and opening the window. The breeze blew in off the lake and although it was cool it felt good. When he reached the bed he untied his robe and placed it very neatly on the chair, he was nude, naked, had nothing on. 

Oh my God, I had never seen a man naked before. His belly was round and when he moved it kind of shook, I wondered if Santa Claus looked like this with no clothes on?

The shape of him was honestly just like a ball. The hair on his chest was white, curly, and his penis; well it was kind of covered by his belly, I could barely see it hanging down between the tops of his chubby legs. I should look away, I couldn't. "So I think maybe you never see a man with no clothes."

Was it that obvious?

He didn't want an answer, he was making an observation and he was right. Even this afternoon, when we were in my house, I actually didn't see much of anything. Then a thought suddenly flashed across my mind, I would have to touch him there.

"Bella, I am not a young man, I eat too much pasta and drink too much wine, maybe you don't like me now?"

Since I had no comparison I didn't give his shape any thought. That's actually not true, I thought, if he lies on top of me he could crush me, it was fleeting, but I did think about it. I realized that what he looked like didn't make any difference, the way me made me feel, touched me, looked at me, that was all I really cared about.

"I think you're cute, like a ball with legs and arms, yes, I like you."

I giggled and he laughed. "Well, I am happy that you like me, in time I show how to give me pleasure, and you will like it, you will come to me and make me hard because you want me to fill you up and give you all you want and more. Now, I come to bed and we do whatever you want."

I had a lot to learn about a lot of things, and I had no doubt he would teach me well. He climbed into the bed next to me and all I really wanted was to feel him touching me.

"Now, you tell me, I want to hear you say to me."

How could I say what I wanted him to do, it would sound dirty, and I wasn't sure how to ask?

"I want you to kiss me hard Tony, kiss me and make my nipples hard, now you tell me."

As his hand reached for my breast, I gasped, when he touched my nipple, I moaned.

"Yes, you like, tell me, tell me you like this."

"I like it when you touch me."

"You want harder, tell me."

"Harder, do it harder, yes, like that, ohhh, like that, I want it in your mouth, put it in your mouth."

"Tell me"

I heard myself and then it was easy and I couldn't stop.

"Suck my nipples, bite them the way I like it, hard, like that, suck them hard, make them big and stiff, use your tongue, tease them with your tongue, yesssss, more do it more."

He took my nipples in his mouth and made them tingle and burn, I was on fire, his mouth was wet and the sounds were everywhere, I pulled his head as close to me as I could and I pushed up hard, I could hear myself and it made me want more.

"Yes that's what you say, tell me and I do it. Tell me so I know what you want?"

I could feel myself getting wet, I wanted him to feel me there, touch me. How can I say it?

"Ohhh, I love it, don't stop, my pussy is so wet, I want your fingers there, touch my pussy, and make it feel good, like that, ohhh just like that."

There I said it, and now he's doing it, feels so good, yes like that just like that.

With a stiff nipple in his mouth he reached down and I opened my legs wide, I wanted those fat fingers to rub my clit, make me cum, I wanted to cum.

"That's so good, it feels so good, like that, rub it in between your fingers, ohhh, so good, rub it harder, harder, faster Ohhh, make me cum hard."

He bit my nipple and squeezed my clit at the same time, I felt the walls of my pussy start to tighten and I waited, waited and it started, the rush of release was quick and hard, long strokes over my clit now, I was barely breathing, my body was rocking side to side, my legs closed tight around his hand and I had to reach down and grab it so he stopped touching me, it was too hard to let it go on another second. I pulled his hand away from me and just let myself lay there and cum.

"Yesss, Layla Bella, that's good, let it come."

It was strong, the last few times, it was stronger and harder, the feeling lasted longer and I loved it. I moved close to him and he took me in arms and gently stroked my hair, I'm sure I heard him telling me that he loved me as I fell into my dreams.

"Bella mia, Layla time to open your eyes, ll mio amore, time to wake up Bella mia."

I didn't want to wake up, it was warm and I was still sleepy.

"Come we have many things to do today, you must wake up."

I opened my eyes and he was right there with a smile. I did it, I stayed the whole night. My dreams weren't dreams at all. "Alright, we have a little breakfast and we must get ready."

As my eyes grew accustomed to the light I realized he was already dressed and looking around the room my clothes were waiting for me. He kissed my head and eventually he got me up. I walked around completely comfortable in my nakedness. Was this the first day of my life with him?

I dressed and when I got to the kitchen my breakfast was there waiting. I suddenly had a so strong urge to hug him. I did. He smiled and for a mere second he smiled and began to kiss me, suddenly he stopped.

"No, Bella, we must get ready, I will make love with you later."

"Where are going?"

"Bella mia, eat now, then we must be on our way."

We spent the day shopping. First stop was the market for fruits, vegetables, the butcher for meats, the fish monger, an Italian shop for cheeses and salami's, the bakery for breads and pastries, and the wine shop. You would have thought he was feeding the neighborhood. Tony explained to me that much like most Europeans he used fresh ingredients only. His menu was dictated by what the market brought to its customers on any given day. I laughed at how he spoke to the shop keepers, sometimes arguing only to laugh and shake hands as we left. You must be wondering how I was introduced, quite simply. 

'll mio amore Layla." 

It was clear that he didn't need anyone's approval or for that matter acceptance. "Now, I have a special surprise for you Bella mia, we are going to a shop for young ladies."

We in fact arrived at a very upscale woman's shop. The woman who owned the shop was extremely friendly and very lovely. By the end of our spree I had been outfitted from head to toe, inside and out. Most of the choices were my own, there were a few that Tony made and yet others that Lithia suggested. It was becoming increasing clear that I would be staying in Chesterfield, I had made that decision, and my only concern was what I would tell my parents. I still had the luxury of a few days and I decided to not dwell on it.

I had also made another life altering decision. I wanted to give myself to my lover in every way. If I were to lose or give my virginity to anyone I wanted it to be Tony. I couldn't imagine any part of my life that didn't include him. Yes, I was very young, inexperienced, but just as sure of what I wanted. When we arrived home, yes, home, Peter brought the packages in and while Tony was putting the groceries away I walked with Peter to the door.

"Peter, may I ask you something?"

"Yes, anything Miss."

"How do I say "My Dream" in Italian?"

"ll mio songo, my dream"

"You are very fond of Tony aren't you?"

"Yes Miss, he has been a father to me for many years."

"This, my being here, are you okay with my being with him?"

"Miss, he has been a very lonely man for many years, not any more. I believe he is happy now."

"Peter, I want us, you and I to be friends, we both care for him and that's what's important. I know I'm very young, that must be strange for you or anyone to understand, I'm just as happy as he is."

"Love has no age Miss Layla, old and young, young and old, it is still love."

Peter smiled and I understood what he saying, the heart has no age, it loves without boundaries, sometimes making no sense, like faith, you can't see it, but you still believe. We talked for a few minutes more about nothing important and when we heard Tony calling for me we both smiled.

"Bella, are you tired, do you want to rest before dinner?"

"Ummm, not really tired but maybe I will lie down for a little bit, what are you going to do all by yourself without me?"

"Ahhhh, I will miss you every minute, but, I have some business to do and then I'll call you and we cook dinner together okay?"

That sounded good, I needed to lie down and think of how I was going to tell my parents that I was here and intended to stay here. 

I went into the bedroom, was it now our bedroom, I guess it was. I opened the boxes and bags that Peter had brought in and began putting some things away in a chest that Tony told me to use as my own. I opened the closet doors and saw an empty space, next to his things, I was sharing a closet, a house, a bed, in just over forty eight hours my life was nothing of what I knew and everything I wanted.

I lay down on our bed, which just sounded so funny, and yet so right. I heard Tony talking, on the phone, in Italian. There was so much about him I didn't know, so much about men I certainly didn't know. No one even knew where I was.

I didn't want to miss anything, not one second.

I got up and decided to change my clothes. I chose a simple dress; he liked me in a dress I think. When we were shopping his choices were all dresses, some short, some long, all beautiful soft flowing fabric, I watched his eyes as I showed them to him. If he was pleased he smiled, if he didn't approve he said a firm "No, not that one". The one I was choosing he liked very much.

He selected many of the things; he especially enjoyed the more personal things. I realized he liked lacy bras and panties. As you already know I have very full breasts. The bras were soft and sexy; my breasts filled the cups and gave me a womanly shape. The white cotton, I'm smiling, virginal white cotton was gone. I would never chose white cotton again.




My First Dirty Old Man Ch. 02



I slipped into a deep midnight blue lace bra and matching panties, I caught my reflection in the mirror and I was stunned. The lace was sexy and revealing, my nipples were just below the scalloped edge. I slipped the dress over my head and when I saw myself standing there I was completely surprised.

I looked older, no not older, I looked quite lovely. The dress was dark blue, very plain really, long sleeves, a tight bodice and it flared around my hips falling just above my knees. The neckline was deep and it accentuated my breasts and the deep cleave between them. I suddenly felt very pretty. 

I brushed my hair and it fell around my shoulders in soft waves. Lithia had helped me chose some mascara, a few lipsticks and after many possibilities we settled on a perfume that was light and clean, it had a spicy scent and I loved it. A few more touches and I was slipping into a pair of sandals as I heard my man calling for me.

"Bella, come on, we cook now."

"On my God, you are a beauty Bella, Bella mia amore. You make it hard for this old man to cook now."

I giggled, like a child as I rushed up to him and threw my arms around his neck kissing his face all over.

"Oh no, now we cook dinner, later we make love."

He was laughing and so happy, I was happy.

"Now, put this on so you don't spoil your beautiful dress."

Tony wrapped an apron around me and we spent the next hour preparing dinner like I had watched my parents do for so many years. We laughed; he showed me how to make a plate of antipasti, telling me all about the dried meats and cheeses. He poured us a glass of wine and although I didn't love it I drank it. It would actually take me quite some time to acquire a taste for wine, now I think a fine wine is a gift from heaven. We washed and prepared vegetables; he seasoned some small steaks and brought everything out to the patio to cook on his grill. My sweet man showed me how to grill and when we sat down to have dinner it was more than I ever imagined.

Our conversation was everything, funny, at times we disagreed, and in the end we smiled at how much we had enjoyed our first dinner together.

"Now we clean up the kitchen and we go into the parlor and we talk about life.'

I don't ever remember hearing the living room being called a parlor; it reminded me that there was an infinite difference in our background and in our ages, I liked it. 

We settled on the couch, not before he poured me a small glass of Chambord, a raspberry liqueur, sweet and thick. He enjoyed a small anisette after dinner. To this day I love Chambord and still don't like anisette. 

I slipped my feet out of my sandals and put them on his lap. The way he touched my legs, caressed my ankles and played with my toes was something I never wanted to stop. Something else happened; I didn't feel the urgency for him to touch me. I was so comfortable, felt so safe and warm. Is this what love feels like, is this love? 

Now, I wanted to touch him, feel his body. I smiled and pulled my legs back; I got on my knees and crawled closer to him. He smiled and started to speak; I put my finger on his lips and simply whispered "Shhh."

I put my arms around his neck and gently kissed his face. He laid his head down against the back of the sofa and sighed. Instinctively, I kissed him deeper, gently licking his lips, and let my hands feel his body. When my hands touched his thighs he trembled and his breathing changed. 

I felt something that I had never felt before, a sort of hard bulge and I touched it. I felt his body quiver and he moaned softly, as I rubbed it up and down it got harder and bigger. Was this an erection, was his cock getting hard and excited? I reached for his belt and unbuckled it. The sounds he was making were like the sounds I made when he touched me. I opened the single button at the waist of his pants, found the tab on the zipper and slowly pulled it down. His pants opened, and I could see the blue of his shorts, I reached inside the opening and I gasped when my fingers touched his bulge.

"Ahhhh, now you see what you can do to me Bella?"

I wrapped my hand around the hard shaft and I felt it jump in my fingers, I liked it, this hardness. Now I wanted to see it, this rigid thing in my hand, his penis, his cock. 

I carefully separated the material and brought it out into the open, to my eyes. The moaning was louder and deeper, he was breathing faster. The color was deep red, there was a big round bulb on top, and the shaft was long and thick. There were veins, bulging, and the skin was so tight it was almost shiny. I looked up at him and his eyes were open, he was looking at my hand, licking his lips, and taking long deep hard breaths. "You make me so hard; move your hand up and down Bella, slow and soft."

I tightened my fingers just a little and began moving up and down, the more I did it the harder he got. 

Suddenly there was a creamy white fluid coming out of the tip. My hand touched it and it was warm and sticky; I wanted to taste it, would it taste like me, like the wetness from my pussy. I covered my finger with it and when I put it up to my mouth and let my tongue lick it off my fingers he moaned so loud I thought I was doing something wrong and stopped.

"Ohhh, Bella mia amore, yes, taste me; know what I taste like in your mouth."

I licked my finger again, it was salty and thick and it tasted like cream. I leaned forward and I licked the tip with my tongue and he moaned even louder, this time I didn't stop. I knew that sound, it felt sooo good. 

I let my tongue swirl around the tip and I sucked the creamy warmness into my mouth. I opened my mouth wider and my lips stretched over the huge bulb and I began to suck it, up and down, around the sides and licked it with my tongue. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and I took him into my throat, as deep as I could. The hard shaft filled my mouth and the more I licked and sucked it up and down the more he liked it. "You have a mouth that will bring nothing but pleasure, slower Bella, suck me nice and slow, yesss, that's it, now, up and down all around my hard cock."

I wrapped one hand around his hard shaft; it was wet and slippery from my own mouth. held it up straight and this allowed me to move my mouth any way I wanted to. I sucked him all over and licked and squeezed. My mouth ached, my jaws were sore but I didn't want to stop, I loved having him in my mouth. "You gonna make this old man cum Bella."

I wanted him to cum; I wanted to feel him cum in my mouth. I began sucking harder and the way my mouth moved the faster he was breathing. I felt him jerk and he got harder. I knew it was time. I sucked his cock as deep as I could into my throat, in and out, over and over, then it started, he yelled out and I felt the first hot stream of fluid hit the back of my tongue and begin to fill my mouth. 

The more I swallowed the faster it came out. It was thick and creamy and he was moaning and I was sucking and it was hot and salty, and I wanted more and more and it kept shooting out. 

I knew what he was feeling and I knew he couldn't take my mouth around his cock one more second when he pulled me off his rigid stiff shaft and up towards him so he could have my mouth. His lips found mine and his tongue jammed in between them with such passion and momentum I felt my head snap backwards. Those hungry greedy lips sucked on my tongue coated in the milky creamy fluid. It was like nothing I'd ever imagined.

The hard kissing became softer, and he pulled his mouth away and brought my face to his chest not saying anything just trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes, he told me to stand up on the sofa and put my feet on either side of his lap. 

"Lift your dress up and take it off."

I reached for the hem and pulled it up over my hips, shoulders and finally off my body. He wasted no time in pulling my panties down around my knees. 

He placed my hands between my legs and told me to open my flower petals for him. I pulled my wet lips apart and with his hands full of my cheeks he pulled me onto his mouth and latching on to my pouting protruding clit he sucked me off into a mind blowing orgasm. 

The erotic hot scene of me standing there with his mouth furiously sucking on my pussy was dirty and nasty and I loved it. When he let me go and his head fell back in exhaustion the wetness on his face from my cumming in his dirty old man mouth was almost too much for me to bear. Now I wanted it all, and he would give me what I wanted. "You may just kill this old man ll mio amore, but what a death it will be."

After a very satisfying dinner and scrumptious dessert on the sofa, the day of shopping I think the only thing we both wanted was a restful night of peaceful slumber. 

My man and I got ready for bed and he actually climbed in before me. I slipped into the sheets and snuggled close to him. I had a new found confidence and I reached for his now very soft cock. I wanted to feel what it was like in the most normal resting state.

"So, I'm not so hard now, eh?"

I giggled and squeezed him in my hand.

"No, now I have an old man's tired love stick in my hand. Yes, a lovestick, that's what I'll call it, my lovestick, all for me and only me."

He laughed, and hugged me close to him.

"This old man may have more than I can handle?"

"Do you think I'll wear you out, now that I know what I want and how to get it, I may not let you rest?"

"You are not going to use me up, I may be old but I'm strong. Bella, there's only one special place I want to have, do you know what I'm talking about?"

"Yes, and I want that too, I'm sure, I have no doubts and I won't change the way I feel. I want you, inside me; make love to me like a man loves a woman ll mio songo, ll mia amore."

I felt the stirring begin in my hand, I had made my choice and there would be no turning back, no stopping.

I kissed him, all over his face, softly and with the love that I felt. His cock came to life and I stroked him, listened to his breathing, and knew he was as I was, ready to consummate this union.

He rolled me over onto my back and kissed and licked my neck, I wanted him, and he made love to my body. 

My nipples were burning from the intense sucking and biting, the more he tortured me the more I wanted him to. When his mouth touched me, his tongue licked me, as his lips plucked my tender smoldering bud out of its secret hiding place and sucked it deep into his mouth I was crazed and begged him to do it, moaning and whimpering with each pass of his tongue across the swollen tip.

"Now you're ready, now I take you."

He eased back on his knees, he didn't have to open my legs, I was willing and ready, wanting and waiting. I felt the head of his massive hard cock rubbing up and down my wet pussy lips; finally it came to rest, in the blink of an eye he would be inside me.

"Bella Layla my angel, you're ready, one hard push, pain, and then nothing but pleasure."

I grabbed onto his arms, I felt the big bulb, it pushed slowly inside me, I felt like I was being torn apart, I was suddenly scared, his hard cock hit something inside me, he pulled back and with one hard deep thrust his broke me and he was deep, deep inside me. 

I felt the tears running down my cheeks, the pain was like a stabbing, it caused me to scream out, and I cried softly. He began moving, I felt him pull slowly out and then in again, the pain was softer, the other feeling the tingle was taking its place. Now when I felt him pull out I wanted to feel him plunge deeper, the steady motion was becoming a feeling I liked, I wanted more. I felt my hips meet him with the next thrust and I found a rhythm, the pace quickened, I felt the tingle grow into a fire in my belly, down inside me. I shifted my body and felt my tender clit rubbing against his cock every time he drove down into me, it felt better than anything I'd ever felt before.

"Yesss, now you feel it, you feel me fucking you Bella, you love it don't you, tell me, tell me?"

"Yesss fuck me, ohhh harder, fuck me faster and harder. Yes like that, ohhh faster, fuck my pussy deep and hard, make me cum, I want to cum on your hard cock, do it now, do it now."

The pounding was unrelenting and I loved it, the harder and deeper he drove into me the faster I wanted it, my pussy was burning, I could feel the contractions start, the pulsing in my clit and then it hit me, 

I felt the first shock and it stopped me, then the next and I thrust my hips up hard to get it all, over and over, the sweetest release of a powerful orgasm. He was like an unforgiving punishment inside me, and I didn't want it to stop. When I felt him stop, and slow down I knew what was coming and I squeezed tightly around his driving cock and fucked that man hard as I felt him spray me with hot streams of cum. 

The sweat was dripping down off his face onto my tits and the sounds were deafening. I felt the second orgasm start and he just gave me what I wanted until he couldn't move another minute and fell on top of me gasping for breath. I slowly brought myself down and after a few more minutes he pulled out of me and fell onto his back. 

"I will love you Bella until I take my last breath."

When he had regained his breath he pulled me into his arms and kissed me so sweetly it caused me to cry, not tears of pain or loss, tears of love.

"Now, in a few minutes I take you to the bath and I wash your beautiful body. Then I clean the bed for us."

When I got up I saw the blood and wet sheet. I never really believed that losing your virginity made you bleed, I guess I was wrong. 

My legs were sore, and my pussy ached, not in a bad way. He bundled me up in a blanket and walked me into the bathroom. I watched him start the water and the smile never left his sweet face.

When the tub was full he helped me in, and told me to lay back and he would be with me in a few minutes. I laid in the hot water and felt different. I wasn't the same person who came here; I wondered if this feeling was what love feels like. 

I was bathed and pampered. The words of love were unending. When he brought me back to a clean fresh bed, all I wanted was to close my eyes and drift into a dream, I did.



My First Dirty Old Man



I smiled back to let him know that I did like it and I wanted him to do it again. He took hold of my elbow and we began walking. His hand was slowly creeping up and he was now feeling my breast. I must be a crazy person allowing this.

"What nice big tits. You let me feel them and you like it, don't you? I think your sweet pussy is very wet. I think you want me to feel it all over and put my fingers inside. Maybe you want me to lick you, suck your pussy?"

Lick me? Oh my God I'd read about oral sex and he wanted to do that with me. All I could think about now was feeling his tongue and big thick lips down between my legs. How could he know that's all I've been thinking about since yesterday? This was ridiculous. I should stop it now, and just leave. "Where do you live?"

What was I doing? He thinks my bare legs mean I liked what he did to me yesterday. He thinks I want him to do it again. He was right, only this time I didn't want him to stop. I answered his question. I told him I lived up the street not far about half a block maybe. "You live alone yes?"

I told him I had my own apartment. Yes I lived alone.

"Why don't you bring me to your house and we have a coffee together, be nice and warm, yes? It's so cold and there are more people here today. In your house we can be relaxed and take our time. I want to see your big tits, suck on your nipples, and lick your pussy make you cum many times."

This old man was speaking to me like I was a slut, like I loved sex, like I wanted him to do things like that to me. How could he know? I couldn't think of anything else. He knew exactly what I was thinking and what I wanted him to do. This was ridiculous. How could I take him home? What if someone saw us, how would I explain his being with me? My parents would be gone until Monday, they left early this morning on a trip to visit my Aunt and Uncle. I was supposed to go but at the last minute I told them I was feeling like a cold coming so I decided to stay home. They had no way of knowing what happened yesterday. Of course I wasn't going with them. I wasn't sure if I was even going to come to the park, here I was. I heard myself say okay and we were leaving the park on the way to my apartment. What would I say if I met a neighbor?

"If we see anyone, if someone asks you're a friend of the family. Let me talk, don't you say anything. Maybe we won't see anyone, that would be good. You can't stay long; drink your coffee and leave."

Who was I trying to fool? He just gave me a long list of things he'd to me if we were alone and I was telling him to drink his coffee and leave. This didn't seem to affect him at all and we walked on. Surely anyone seeing me with an old man couldn't know what he did to me. All they would see is a young girl being friendly with an old man and wouldn't even consider that I was taking him home so he could make me cum many times. Suddenly I couldn't get home fast enough.

Within minutes we were at my house. I opened the door and walked in ahead of him, when he walked through the entry I turned my back to him and closed and locked the door. I was locking myself in my own apartment with an old man who I met in a park and I let him touch me. Before I could turn around he was already behind me and his hands were grabbing and feeling my breasts. I loved it. I could already feel my nipples getting hard, so could he. I must be crazy.

"Oh yes, you have such big round firm tits. I want them in my hands, naked so I can suck them and make your nipples hard." When I turned around he was standing right in front of me. I couldn't believe he was standing in my house. He reached out and ran his hands over my body, still with our coats on, he pulled me closer.

"Maybe you give me some little kisses?"

It was now or never. Kiss him or make him leave. I didn't have a choice, I wanted him to stay, kissing him was all the answer he needed.

His mouth was on mine. His hands were holding me by my arms so I really couldn't back away. When he pulled me as close as he could he kissed me. The feeling of his tongue searching my mouth for mine was something I had not felt before. He pulled me closer and one hand dropped to my butt and he grabbed my cheek and squeezed it. He found my tongue and started to suck on it and pull on it, at one point he bit it. His other hand let go of my arm and found my other cheek. He pulled me so close his leg separated mine and slid between them so I wouldn't fall down. I felt something else, poking me. There could be only one thing that firm between his legs. I realized he had an erection and it was really hard.

After a few minutes of kissing and sucking my lips and tongue, his lips traveled down my neck. He was licking it, sucking on it, biting and I loved it. I stretched my neck so he could get more of it. The moaning and groaning was coming from both of us. I still couldn't stop him, I didn't want to. I was feeling the heat in my cheeks; my body was reacting to his lips and hands. How long would it be before I was naked, watching as he touched me in places no one had ever felt or seen before? Would he really lick me, between my legs?

It took all my strength to try and pull away, but he held me tight against him.

"You taste so good, sweet mouth, you like kissing don't you? You want the man to kiss you hard? Yes, you like to kiss. Come, now we take off our coats and be comfortable."

I pulled away from him. He let me go and just nodded his head as if he knew he was right. He stepped back a few steps to take off his coat and hat. The smile never left his face. The hat came off, the coat and he laid them on the chair very neatly. When he turned around I couldn't help but think how much like a ball he looked, with arms and legs coming out. He was actually round. I had taken my coat off and he looked me over top to bottom and licked his lips as if he approved. I asked if he wanted coffee, he said yes, told me how he liked it.

"I like coffee sweet just like my woman, fresh, sweet and hot."

I just smiled, walked into the kitchen. I had made some coffee before I left for the park. It was still fresh and hot. My hands were shaking. I poured a cup of coffee; put it on a tray with milk and sugar and some cookies I made this morning. I couldn't help but wonder what I was doing and at the same time wonder what would happen. I smoothed my dress and walked to the couch and sat down next to him. He fixed his coffee and the afternoon began.

"So, you are a very pretty woman, young and nice. How old are you?"

"Thank you, I'm Nineteen."

"My wife was sixteen when she married me. I have had no woman for many years since she died. I saw you in the park many times and thought how much I liked you. I was waiting for a good time to talk to you. How old you think I am?"

"I'm not sure how old are you?" "I'm a seventy eight, good health, very strong and still hard."

I understood everything but the hard part; I didn't ask what it meant. He put one arm around me and pulled me closer to him. He bent his head and he was kissing me. My head was against his arm and my hands were in my lap. The kissing was much like before, this time though he kissed a little harder and sucked a little deeper. His tongue captured mine and he rolled it around and around. I was getting very excited. Then everything changed when his free hand reached up and grabbed my breast. I took a deep breath and he just kept kissing me while he continued his massaging and squeezing. I have very large nipples and when his fingers found them, he stopped kissing, and began pinching.

"What nice big tits, you like me feeling your tits? I know you do, your nipples are very hard, must be sweet to kiss and bite. You want me to do that to you? I know it; you're hot and ready for a man."

His hand went back and forth over my breasts and I loved every minute of it, the kissing, feeling, pinching and squeezing. While kissing me deeply, devouring my lips and mouth, he put his hand on my knee. His fingers were feeling and caressing. When his hand went between my thighs and pushed them apart I gave him no resistance. I felt his fingers wrapped around my mound.

"Open your legs for Tony; I want to feel your sweet pussy."

This was it, if I didn't stop now he would know that I wanted him to keep going. I didn't stop him. I couldn't, it felt too good.

I shifted my body and raised my foot to the couch; this allowed my leg to fall to the side of me and permit him to maneuver his hand. I could barely breathe; he was kissing me so passionately and deeply. When he rubbed me on top of my panties, his fingers touched my clitoris. I thought I would orgasm and it would be over. Two of his fingers inched under the elastic leg and I gasped. He didn't waste one second. He had two fingers feeling my wet places and I could hear them moving. After a few minutes he pulled his hand out of my panties.

"Your pussy is so hungry it's eating my fingers."

Again, he licked and sucked his wet fingers dry. The sight of his tongue licking his wet fingers was mesmerizing. I could see that tongue licking my wet pussy and could only imagine how good it would feel.

I was so engrossed in his fingers I barely felt him raise his hand up and tug at my dress.

"I want you take this off, will you take it off so I can look at you?"

Without a thought or the slightest hesitation I stood up and turned my back to him. That was the answer he was waiting for. I have never been undressed or naked in front of a man before. Instinctively I turned my head and motioned for him to pull down the zipper. 

I couldn't help feeling his hands shaking as he searched for the tab to lower the closure. His breathing was quick and excited; he was more than willing, and happy to assist. Inch by inch he pulled it down moaning aloud with each glimpse of bare skin. Once the dress was open in the back I turned to face him. Then I held it in place with one hand while the other slipped the sleeves off. I just let it fall over my hips around my feet onto the floor. It was done, the rest was up to him.

I was shivering exposing my body. I was wearing white lace cotton panties, and matching bra. I'm sure I looked quite the virgin I was.

"Oh my god, what a body you have. You are made to have a man make love to you. Come closer to me." I walked a few steps towards him and he ran his hands over me, feeling every part of me. He kissed and licked my stomach. He kissed my arms and hands. He turned me around and took my cheeks in both hands and plied and groped. Again he turned me until I was facing him.

"Now, the bra, take it off and show me your big tits." 

As if I had done this many times before I moved my hands behind me and unhooked my bra. I slipped each strap down and off my arms. I was suddenly feeling nervous. I was standing there in front of him and in one fast lunge he pulled the white lace bra away and all modesty was gone.

My hands flew up and cupped each breast in sheer awkwardness. My breasts were very large and full. No matter how I moved my hands I couldn't cover them.

He stood up, filled his hands with me; he pushed me back against the door and lifted them to his mouth. I watched my nipple disappear into his wet hot lips. Those lips that were huge and fleshy closed over my breast covering areola and nipple. When he sucked, it was all in his mouth. His lips was magic. Jaws were like a machine plying my flesh. As I write this I can still feel his lips on my nipples. I watched his tongue lick each nipple and then suck it, hard and when one, sparkling with saliva hit the sir it stiffened even more. My nipples were almost double in size. When his mouth released me his teeth caught my nipple and he bit it and let it fall out of his mouth to repeat his assault on the breast still in his hand. All I could hear was him sucking, moaning, panting and whispering in my ear 

"What sweet tetea, like sugar, I'm gonna suck a long time; make these capezolo grow very big. You love how Tony sucks your capezolo, nice and hard, makes your pussy sweet and wet."

His broken English made it a little harder to understand what he was saying but not what he was doing. The harder he sucked my nipples the more I wanted him to and Tony was only too happy to give me whatever I wanted. "Let's go to the bed, so I can give you my mouth, all over, come on let's go."

Oh my god, he wanted to take me to bed. I knew if I walked into my bedroom with him there would be no possible way to stop this. I barely nodded my head and walked away, he followed me into my bedroom. We were barely in the room and he began taking off his clothes. First his pressed white shirt, his creased pants. I walked up to the edge of my bed and just watched him. Standing in my bedroom, naked except for a pair of panties. My nipples so hard and swollen. In front of me was an old man in his underwear and I couldn't have been more excited. This man was making me feel what I never knew was possible. I didn't want him to stop and he knew it.

He told me to lie on the bed. Walking to the foot of the bed he positioned me and pulled me by my legs down further till my feet were hanging over the edge. When he reached out to my hips I thought he going to pull my panties down. His hands went from my hips to my waist and he had me in a sitting position. When he got down on the floor on his knees my breasts were in his face.

"Feed me; hold your big tits in your hands so I can suck them good. Put one nipple in my mouth and hold it for me, watch me, I suck it and bite it. Tell me how much you like it. If you want harder tell me."

I offered my right nipple to his open mouth and he closed his big thick lips around it. The sucking was so good. His teeth clamped down and he bit the swollen tip over and over. The sound of his sucking was driving me insane. I watched each nipple sucked and bitten and popped in and out of his mouth.

"Ohhh, that feels so good. Suck harder; I like it when you suck hard, yesss like that hard. You make them so hard and big. Please don't stop. I don't want you to stop."

I dropped my hand from one and grabbed the other with both hands. I squeezed it until it was hard and stiff. I let him suck on my nipple and then pulled it out of his mouth. In and out like the ball of a lollipop. At one point his teeth were biting and I pulled the nub out and felt his teeth bite all the way along the length of my nipple before I took it away. I never wanted him to stop.

"Push your tits together; I want to suck both big cherries like one."

My hands pushed until both nipples, so hard and stiff, big and swollen almost touched each other. When he took both into his lips and I felt his tongue swirling around them I heard myself scream out.

"Oh my god, yes just like that, it's so good, suck harder."

He did, harder and deeper into his mouth. As his big lips pulled my nipples up and down I thought I would cum right then and there. I don't know how long he did this, I lost track of time and just didn't want him to stop. He had other ideas and with a final suck and bite he pulled away.

"Look at your nipples, see how big and red they are. Now I suck and lick your pussy like that."

No one but me had ever touched me there. I always thought that a boyfriend or husband would be the first. I never dreamed a dirty old man I picked up in the park would be seconds from having his mouth on me.

He told me to lie back on the bed. He pulled my hips down to the very edge of the bed and reached over me. I thought he was getting up and instead he grabbed a pillow, told me to lift my hips up, and put it under my bottom.

"Open your legs, make them wide, and show me your pussy."

My legs fell open and he raised a fist to his mouth and thanked god. He bent down, put his head between my legs, and I could hear him take deep breaths and he moaned and sighed. I could feel his hand just rubbing me up and down lips over my panties. "What a beautiful pussy, I'm gonna mangiare bene, that's eat good." He licked me all over, my inner thighs, the tops of my legs. I had a very large sensitive clitoris and by now it was so aroused the mere idea that someone would touch it sent me reeling. I had an idea about oral sex but never experienced anything near to it.

No one had ever touched me in any way down there. Tony was licking the outside of my panties between my thighs. He was licking my pussy and I never wanted him to stop. Without lifting his head his fingers took hold of my panties and pulled the crotch aside.

Holding it over with one hand he used his other hand to rub inside my lips. I was so wet I could hear his fingers moving all around. He took his fingers away and reached up with both hands at my waist and pulled them down over my hips and lifting one leg down and over the other. I was completely naked. This old man had me naked on my own bed and was about to suck, lick and eat my pussy.

He pushed my legs as far apart as he could. I could feel his fingers, they were everywhere. One fat finger went between my full lips and up and down. Then there were two fingers. Then another hand and fingers pulled my lips wide open. I heard Tony thank God, the Virgin Mary and Joseph for his gift. I felt something flick on my clit and I jumped, then I finally felt his warm tongue. 

I felt his tongue flatten and starting just below the mouth of my never been touched opening he started at the bottom of my pussy and licked upward. When the tip of his tongue came in contact with my clitoris his lips closed around it and the feelings of ecstasy began.

I could hear him sucking. The most erotic part was the feeling his sucking lips gave me. I never wanted this to stop.

His mouth tightened all around my clitoris, moved up and down, over and over. I jumped when he sucked my button up and let it pop out of his mouth. Over and over I felt his thick lips as they sucked it hard and let it pop out. His tongue whirled around it. He caught it between his teeth and held it there while his tongue rubbed it in circles.

I lifted myself up onto my elbows. I needed to watch him. I wanted to see his mouth and lips. His eyes found mine and he knew what I wanted. I watched his thick lips open and release my pulsing clitoris. He wanted me to see it, look at it, and see how big it was. I was amazed at how swollen it had become. I knew that it was smaller when I wasn't touching it and it grew bigger as I got closer to orgasm. It was bright red and wet from his mouth. He showed me enough and wanted it back in his lips. I watched him slowly close his lips stealing my cherry red button into his mouth. I saw his lips moving up and down. When he sucked the bud harder he pulled up and it popped out of his mouth. What I saw amazed me. My clitoris was ruby red, so swollen and wet. It looked like a small hard piece of candy. He let his tongue flicker back and forth over it like a snake's tongue feeling the air for its next victim. He licked at the ball like he was licking dripping ice cream from a melting cone. The picture and the motions were quickly bringing me to the edge of cumming.

The power of my orgasm was growing and I moved my hands down to his head grabbed hold and began to grind my pussy into his mouth. He never stopped sucking. This was so powerful an orgasm that I heard myself screaming. Over and over I felt the waves of pure pleasure. I pushed against his mouth as hard as I could and he sucked harder. I couldn't stop the motion of my hips grinding into the bed and thrusting up and down to his mouth. The spasms inside me kept me cumming; the feeling was almost too much. The orgasm was so strong I couldn't take it much longer.

Just when I thought it couldn't feel any better Tony took my swollen pulsing clit in his teeth and bit it softly, I had to push him away; I couldn't take the pleasure that had become pain. I shut my legs and began rolling on the bed. My clit was so big it stuck out of my lips. He didn't touch me for several minutes and then, he pushed my legs apart and sucked me again. This time I heard the wetness as he sucked it out of me. His tongue licked my clit, up and down my pussy and ended twirling his tongue in frenzy over and under my clit until the next wave started. "Please no more, it feels too good, no more please."




My First Dirty Old Man



"Tony eats your pussy so good, you cum hard, you're so sweet, so much juices in my mouth, you rest and we do it again. Tony wants to suck your sugar all over again."

I couldn't think. The contractions inside me were finally starting to slow down. I was beginning to breathe slower, and calming down.

He let me rest for no more than ten minutes. This time he moved up next to me and sucked on my nipples while his fingers rubbed all over my pussy. He knew I was about to cum and this time he slipped a finger up inside me as his thumb continued to rub my clit. When the orgasm started he was moving his finger in and out of me pretty fast

"Yes, fuck my finger in your pussy, fuck it hard makes it better, that's a good girl, oh what a hungry pussy, this girl has got a hungry mouth in her hot pussy and Tony feeds it. Close your legs around my hand tight, yes that's good, now fuck hard and fast."

He grabbed a nipple in his mouth, his finger was fucking me hard fast and deep and his thumb was teasing and rubbing all over my huge swollen clit. The wave took me all over the bed and when I couldn't take it one more second I kissed him and sucked his tongue into my mouth and rode the whole thing all the way.

Still cumming he got down on the floor and he was licking me yet again. The feeling of his hard tongue burying into me was earth shattering. The tongue fucked me hard and deep. His lips were sucking my cherry over and over. I had to stop I couldn't stand it anymore. I heard myself begging him to stop; I rolled away from him and shut my legs tight.

I couldn't breathe. Finally, I was able to take one deep breath and return to the reality of what had just happened.

How long I laid there I don't know, I think I fell asleep at some point from sheer exhaustion. When I woke up it was because I was feeling Tony sucking on my nipples. This was different, it was soothing and slow and nice. His lips were tender. He kissed each nipple and pulled me close to him.

"You rest, then in a little while we start again. I want to make you cum many times. Each time will be stronger and better. You will want nothing else but my mouth. Now close your eyes sleep and I'll be here when you wake up."

Was this true, I would want nothing but his mouth? That's all I wanted now. I didn't realize there could be anything better.

I did fall asleep. I was so tired, so happy and I felt so good. The sounds I heard waking me were me.

I heard myself making mewing sounds, sighing. I opened my eyes and he was right there smiling at me. He had covered my body with my quilt and he was lying right next to me. When he realized I had opened my eyes and was awake he just whispered to me.

"Now, you want more, you want to feel my mouth all over your body. That's what I want too."

This man had driven me insane with pleasure. How was I to know it would only get better and better? This was just the beginning of a long journey. I wanted to savor every minute.