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Just an Older Dude Ch. 01

By: Paris Waterman



Where to begin? I guess I'll start at the present and when you've got some facts, I can back up a little. Then you should be right up to date.

I'd just hopped into bed... alone... as usual, and jerked off while watching a porno flick with several good-lookin' babes fucking and sucking everything in sight.

Despite the array of smoldering flesh on my TV screen, I found myself closing my eyes and conjuring up the cute little waitress at the restaurant where I'd had dinner.

This then is the life of a fifty-one year old divorced male, forced to live by his wits since the ex got half of everything I'd owned at the time we headed down the splitsville highway.

I mentioned living by my wits for a reason. To supplement my meager income, I had turned the basement of my abode (Yeah, she left me that much, thinking it wasn't worth taking given how the values were plummeting at the time.) into a virtual jungle in which I was growing a very nice crop of, well call it by any name you want: Bhang - Ganja – Giggleweed - Mary Jane - Loco Weed - Mexican Green - Nug - Panama Red – Puff, or Roach among the hundred or so names Marijuana is called around the world.

And, if you're interested, I do sample my crop, perhaps a little too much for my own good. Which almost brings me up to the present... well, yesterday, anyway, and the petite young waitress I jerked off thinking about last night.

You see, by way of a tip, I had slipped the young lady a tightly rolled joint which she readily accepted. I had thought for a moment that she was about to bestow a kiss on my weathered brow, but she didn't. As a note to the younger readers here... we old fogies' still can get it up, and we harbor the same sinister thoughts about the opposite sex you do. Is that a surprise? If it is, you're dumber than dog shit, pardon the expression.

Anyway, there I was meandering along the street on a hot July afternoon after finishing a small lunch at a nearby Taco stand, when one of those tiny Italian cars pulled up alongside me, and who should pop the hell out but the petite waitress from the night before.

"Hi, Mister!" she chirped.

"Hi yourself," I said, not breaking stride.

"You, um, wouldn't have another one of those um, funny cigarettes would'ja?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say, looking her right in the eye. I wanted to look at her tits, but I know from experience women don't like guys looking there, at least not right off.

"Sure you do," she replied. "You tipped me with a giant roach last night. I'm just wondering if I could buy another one or two. I got some dough, ray, and me. So... how much?"

"You a cop?" I say.

"You kidding? Of course not."

"I'll tell you and whoever's listening in that I'm totally clean. I don't have any of whatever it is you're looking for."

She rolled her eyes and feigned being exasperated with me.

I used the opportunity to check out her tits. First off, she wasn't wearing a bra. I gave her points for that while taking in the neat swell of her breasts under the tube top she wore. 

A second perusal allowed me to note the way her nipples were straining to claw their way through the flimsy material of the top. She caught me staring and there went my further enjoyment of assessing her twins as she crossed her arms over them, shielding them from view.

"Sorry," I say by way of apologizing.

"It's all right, all the guys stare. I'm used to it."

"They're very nice," I say.

"Thank you, it's nice to hear a guy actually compliment them."

"They're certainly complementable."

"Is that a real word?"

"I don't know. Sometimes when I say what I think it turns into a new word."

"You're a funny guy," she said.

"And you're a very cute girl."

"Thank you."

"Thank you," I said right back at her.

"So you gonna sell me some Ganja?"

"Let's say I do. Then ten minutes later you'll be trading me into the local law enforcement to get your cute little ass off the hook."

"I won't!" 

"You won't what? Get caught with weed on your person? Or you won't turn me in?"

"Look, I don't know who you are or where you live. How am I gonna rat you out?"

"You obviously know I live nearby. You know where I eat dinner a couple times a week...."

"C'mon Mister, sell me some..."

"What's your name?"

"Mona."

Trying to be funny, I say, "Mona Lott?"

"Jeez, you think I haven't heard that fuckin' lame joke all my life?"

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," I said, meaning it.

"S okay," Mona said. "What's yours?"

"People call me Ned."

"Gee, I never met anyone with that name before," Mona said.

"Always a first time. It's really a small world if you think about it."

"I guess," she said, seeming to reflect on what I'd said, and let her arms drop to her side.

We stood there, and my eyes feasted on those nipples poking out at the tank top material, wondering if she were using her feminine wiles on me. If she was, it was working.

"So I guess I see you back at the restaurant," she said and turned to head back to her Italian wheels.

"Mona?"

"What?"

"Drive around the block."

"Okay," she said, not bothering to ask why.

That sealed the deal. I waited as she drove off and was in just about the same spot when she finished circling the block. I'd seen no other activity during that brief time and figured she was clean... for the moment.

She pulled to the curb next to where I stood. 

"I'm getting in the car, Mona. You can take me home."

"Okay," she replied meekly. "Where too"

I told her and we pulled into my driveway a minute later.

"Wait," I said, getting out and opening the front door and then hurrying into the garage and opening the garage door and waved her in. Once inside, I took my eyes off her tits and checked the rest of her out. 

Look, she already had me with her youth and vivaciousness. Mona was wearing the aforementioned tank top, a pair of white short, shorts, which I had always considered one of God's gift's to mankind and a pair of tennis shoes. Have I mentioned her hair? No? Well she was a brunette, I guess. But with all the time she spent in the sun bleaching it I could have called her a dirty blonde.

Mona revealed her nervousness at being in my abode, saying she hadn't meant to hassle me for the dope, but had just assumed I'd sell her more, given that I'd handed her some for free the night before.

"You do have some more don't you?" she asked nervously.

I nodded, and she appeared to calm down.

"So," she said, opening a new level of conversation, "just how old are you?"

"I'm old enough to be your father, that old enough?"

"Ugh, maybe too old," she said in reply.

"Too old for what, Mona?"

"Huh?"

"You asked my age then said I was too old."

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it."

"Okay, so how old are you?"

"Nineteen, why?"

"Could be younger, you ask me," I says.

"Well, I'm not. I'm a sophomore at the local community college."

"Majoring in what?"

"I don't have one. I need to take some remedial courses before I can settle on a major. But I hope to get a degree in math. I might try my hand at engineering some day."

"Good luck to you in that endeavor," I said. "And I apologize for being so damned overbearing earlier. I'm kinda paranoid about who I sell too, with all the law enforcement around here."

"Oh, yeah, I understand, Ned."

I liked that she taken the opportunity to use my name in the conversation, and excused myself to procure some of the desired weed Mona wanted.

When I returned she was still standing where I'd left her. Points for Mona.

I cued the CD player to something we both might agree on music-wise and handed her a giant-sized joint the likes of which I knew she'd never seen unless she'd watched a Cheech and Chong video somewhere along the line.

We smoked some, talked some... about her, about me. I learned about her boyfriend Dennis. 

She learned that I am divorced and live alone. I told her a couple of dirty jokes and Mona told me one even rawer than mine. I began to appreciate her more and more.

Mona appeared to be totally relaxed at this point. She curled her legs up under her the way women tend to do, although how they consider it comfortable I'll never understand. But it did provide me with a better view of her ass, which I will admit was of the finest quality. (I'm smoking some of my stuff as I write this and getting a wonderful woody recalling that first gander at her posterior.)

I'm starting to fantasize us in bed with our arms and legs entangled as we got high, when out of the blue Mona tells me she wishes she had thought to bring her bong along.

"No problem," I say.

"Huh?" She says right back, to which I reply, "I'll be your bong, baby."

She laughed at that, I join her, and then say, "But I'm serious, Mona. You want a bong?"

"Yeah, I'd love..."

I take a deep drag from my Cheech and Chong and motion her closer. When she moves in, I said, "Open your mouth, Mona," and then covered her mouth with mine and exhaled. She didn't need any other instructions; inhaling as I let the smoke fumes go into her mouth.

I remember how wide her eyes got before she backed away and exhaled.

"Oh, man!" she croaked, and leaned her head back on the couch we were sitting on. The very sound of sex seems to be dripping from her voice. There is a stirring in my pants, Oh, ho, I tell myself, the snake's waking up.

I hop off the couch and ramble into the kitchen to get us a couple sodas.

"Have a Dr. Pepper, Mona," I say.

"Oh, thanks," she says opening her eyes and taking the can then gulping down a couple swallows.

"Want another hit?"

"Um, sure, Ned!" I hear her say.

I relight the roach, take a big hit and move over to her. Mona leaned her head back and opened her mouth. I covered her mouth with mine and let it flow into her lungs. . Then while Mona's holding the ganja in, I start licking her lips with my tongue.

Her eyes open wide but then close as she starts to exhale through her nose. I continue my exploration of her mouth with my tongue and her tongue now comes to meet mine. I break the kiss and say, "That was nice. Want another one?"

"Um, I'm really stoned, honey... no more hits for me. But... I wouldn't mind another kiss or two."

Her mouth opened wide as my tongue slipped between her lips. Her arms were suddenly around my neck and I felt her thighs move apart. We continued making out with me moving a hand up the side of her body and lightly rubbing the palm over her exposed belly.

On hearing her moan appreciatively, I started opening the buttons on her shorts, and meeting little to no resistance, I began licking her earlobe then her neck.

Other than the moan, she hadn't made a peep, and so I sent a hand under the tank top and felt her breast. Mona's nipple was rock hard when I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger.

"Mmmm," she says, breathing faster. "Let me help you."

That said, she doffed the top and pulled my face down to her lovely tits. As I lovingly slobbered all over them, my hand dropped to her thigh, her legs parted, and taking that as permission for further exploration, I hurriedly fumbled the buttons.

As my fingers stroked her sex through the thin material of her red panties, I thought the girl might go insane. She started kissing me, shamelessly sucking my tongue, licking my face, tonguing my ears and finally stroking the bulge in my lap.

I worked a finger under the elastic of her panties and wormed it into her sopping snatch. A second later, Mona wriggled frantically, practically impaling herself on my probing finger while she struggled to free my wang.

"You're fuckin' huge!" she gasped after freeing my dick from its confinement.

I was adding a second finger to her snatch and to distract her I say, "Just average," and waited to see if she'd call me on it.

"I dunno, I seen average. You're kinda big, in that department, Ned."

"You really think so?"

"I haven't seen that many dicks, but you top those I have."

"Wanna lose those panties, Mona, I can work better that way?"

"Sure thing," she said, shucking them off and tossing them half way across the room. We'll have trouble finding them later, but for the moment, we're lost in our mutual lust.

I start squeezing and rubbing her labia in a kind of circular motion, while Mona begins stroking my dick. I move on to finger-fucking her, going slow, even kissing her a couple times which she seems to like cause her tongue is skittering all over my mouth.

I take a second to memorize her tits. I try to do this so as to compare them when jerking off days later. Anyway, her nipples are about the size of quarters and much darker than her skin. They are like strawberries on her pear-shaped boobs. Maybe I'm getting too fruity in my descriptions, I don't know, but that's how they seemed to me at the time.

She's concentrating on my schlong, raking her nails along its length and tickling my balls with her other hand, while I move lower and French her navel, making farting sounds that get her giggling inanely.

I'm into it now, no telling how much the weed has affected us, but I'm thankful for any favors it decided to bestow on us, and start licking my way through her pubic hair. Yeah, this babe hasn't even trimmed the old bush. Must be a throw-back to my formative years. And I appreciate her all the more.

Oh, the hair... it's a darker shade that that on her head, but still a nice light brown. So she doesn't sun-bathe in the nude, big deal, she's only nineteen.

I get her going by placing both hands on her mound and rubbing back and forth in opposite directions, trying to create some friction. I spread the lips of her pussy and lick up and down her slit. Mona seizes up, doesn't move or make a sound. I lick up and search for her clitoris while reinserting my fingers and jabbing slowly away at her.

She's not as tight as I had imagined and I figure she can handle my dick easily enough. Her clit comes out of hiding and she's breathing heavily already, but when my tongue glides over her little love nub, she starts panting like a fish out of water.

"Do you want me to stop?" I say, more from concern than anything else.

"No! Don't you dare!" she says. "My boyfriend has never done this!"

So I spread her a little wider and begin sucking as much of her mound into my mouth as I could. With my other hand I spread her pussy lips then sucked away at her clit. 

After a minute or so of this, I ask if she's close to cumming.

Dazed, Mona says, "Huh?"

"I want you to cum for me, Mona. Help me help you get off."

And I go back to licking and sucking.

Suddenly she's screaming, "Yes! Yes! Eat me! Oh, I'm gonna cum! Oh, I'm gonna...YESSSSSSS!"

I don't stop what I'm doing to her, which is sucking on her clit and fingering her pussy.

Finally, I take my mouth off her clit and whisper, "Come on, Mona, get off again baby." 

Mona's hips are leaping off the couch from her efforts in pushing back against my fingers. Suddenly she reached out and grabbed my head and mashed my face into her snatch.

I take as much of her mound in my mouth as I can and suck hard.

"OHMYFUCKIN'GOD!"  

I'm pleased no end with myself, knowing this young thing will be popping in on me for some time to come before we part ways. I give those pretty tits a working over and then start kissing her hard enough to take her breath away.

Maybe five minutes later we're both laying there panting when I smile at her and ask, "Well, how was that?"

"Uh... unfuckinbelievable is what is was, she wheezed.

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"We ain't done the deed yet!"

"God, you're turning me on again!"

"Exactly what I had in mind." 

"Please! Don't tease me, fuck me!" ________________________________________

Forty-five minutes later we'd fucked two times and I was finished for the night. Mona was more than happy. 

"That was wonderful, no shit. It... it was the best I've ever had with anyone. My boyfriend slams the hell out of me and then he's snoring from the effort. Sometimes I get off, sometimes I don't and finish myself... you know...."

Mona held her hand up to my face to show me what she meant.

"He won't go down on you either," I add to bolster my position at the top of her fuck buddy list.

She looked at me and made a face. "He won't do it 'cause he says I smell and he doesn't want to get any pubic hair in his mouth."

"He ask you to shave?" I said, already guessing what her answer would be.

"Yeah! He keeps askin'. What's that about? Does he want a woman or a baby?"

"Mona?"

"Yeah?"

"I doubt he'd do it if you shaved. He's not the type to go down on a girl's pussy. It's just that some guys will, some won't."

She pondered this for a moment, and then said, "Kinda like swallowing after a blowjob, right?"

"Exactly!"

Mona slid closer and then kissed me on the lips, sucking the lower one for a time then darting her pink tongue into my mouth for some exploratory extra-curricular marks.

"Can we...."

"Not tonight, Mona. However, my sturdy dick will be at the ready tomorrow morning if you happen by."

"Even if we smoke another of your cigars?"

"Can't send you home like that, Mona. It's against my principals, which I should tell you, aren't all that high."

She laughed and gave my dick a playful squeeze. It was still curled up in the fetus position, sleeping peacefully.

Mona nodded in understanding. "My boy friend also has that problem when he gets to drunk. I could work him for hours, but all's I get is a wet noodle. He just refuses to get hard."

"Next time we'll fuck first then I'll eat you up, and then we'll fuck again. How's that sound?"

Sounds like a date. Tomorrow, say around ten?"

"Make that eleven and you've got a date."

She kissed me again and gave my dick another squeeze and put her clothes back on.

I gave her a playful swat on the ass and sent her home. All in all it had been a great day.

Just an Older Dude Ch. 02



I only half expected Mona to show the next day, but there was a light knocking on the sliding glass door that leads out to my patio. I got up; pulled the drapes aside and there she was at ten in the morning, holding my newspaper out to me as I opened the door.

"Hi Ned, betcha thought I wouldn't show up, huh?"

"Join me in having some coffee and toast?" I said, as we moved into the house.

"Maybe some coffee, if it's no trouble. I mean don't go making any on my account."

"It's made and it's no trouble at all. Have a seat, I'll be right back."

I returned with two steaming mugs of coffee, handed one to Mona who accepted it, but set it down on the coffee table in front of her.

"Here," she said, and handed me a roll of bills.

"What's this?"

"It's for the weed you gave me yesterday. I sold a lot of it last night." She grinned and added, "Don't worry; I only sold it to friends of mine."

"The narcs have a way of becoming friendly with people in order to find out how they get their stashes."

"But, Ned, I've known these guys forever!"

"I bet," I said sarcastically.

"Oh, c'mon," she turned around and pointed to the glass doors she'd come in through. "Look, no one's lurking out there, see?"

When I said nothing further, she sat down in an armchair in what passed for my living room. (Okay, I'm being snobbish while trying not to be a snob. My living room... hell, my entire house is professionally decorated. I'm not a fastidious housekeeper; I pay a woman to come in weekly to take care of that.) 

Mona leaned back into her chair and watched my eyes as they roamed over her body. I had to say something, having been caught with a hand in the cookie jar as it were; I coughed then said, "You've got really great legs."

"You think?" she said in a husky voice, and then parted them forcing my gaze to her crotch.

"You're also advanced in the art of seduction," I said hoping my voice wouldn't crack. It didn't, I have my advanced age to thank for that, for I was as nervous as a teenager at the prospect of banging this little darling's brains out.

She smiled seductively at me and took a sip of the coffee. "Mmm," she said appreciatively. "You make good coffee," she purred.

"After the coffee, we can take a dip in the pool out back."

"Mmm, but I'm already wet, Ned, here see for yourself." She reached between her legs and pulled her thong to one side. There it was... neatly trimmed for my viewing pleasure, with just a hint of moisture glistening on her poochy labia.

For all intents and purposes that ended any pretext of what we were about to do. Placing my coffee to the side, I moved to her, took her coffee away, placed it next to mine and then leaned in close and licked her thigh from calf to kneecap.

Mona caressed my face and tickled my ear with her pinky. "You're very oral this morning, Mister Ned."

"You're too delicious for words."

"Want me to suck your cock?" Mona asked as she deftly freed it from my shorts and flipped it with the back of her fingers. "I want to feel it get hard in my mouth."

Her tone was so casual; she sounded twenty years older than she was.

"Sure. Would you like to sit on my face while you do?"

"No, thanks, your tongue would be a distraction from what I want to do to you."

She sank slowly to the floor. I took her place in the chair.

"Maybe later?" I asked, sliding my shorts down to my ankles.

"Of course... and anything else you might want to try."

Was she offering her ass to me? I wondered, but she was already idly licking my balls and I lost track of things for a while. 

Her serpentine tongue flicked out and licked my stomach. I looked down and into her eyes. 

"Want me to finger your ass while I blow you?" she asked with a lewd smile.

"Mmmm," I replied already halfway to heaven.

"Ever had this before?" She asked her eyes sparkly.

"Yes and no."

"Don't clench up on me now. Let me get in first. You're going to love how this feels."

"How do you know?"

"Cause I was wishin' you'd do it do me when you ate me out yesterday."

"Oh."

Her index finger tickled my asshole. I chuckled and told her, "My dick's gonna get hard before you get your mouth on it."

"Shut up," she hissed then spat a mouthful of saliva onto my anus.

I dropped my head to the chair cushion and waited trying not to tense up at her next touch.

She gave my asshole a tentative lick and whispered, "You know, I never thought I'd give you the time of day when you walked in the place yesterday. Now look at me. We've fucked ourselves silly, smoked the biggest joint ever, and you trusted me enough to give a bag of shit to sell off and make a month's rent." 

She licked my balls and poked her finger into my hole. "Mmm, I hadn't thought about how big your balls are."

"They seem to get bigger with age," I said.

"Oh?" she replied and took me into her mouth. Her finger began inching into my ass. There was a steady, not unpleasant pressure back there that I hardly noticed, for her mouth was already doing some marvelous things.

She tilted her head enough to look at me, eye to eye. She gave me a bright toothy smile, her lips swollen with lust and grabbed my tingling dick in her fist and squeezed. My swollen dickhead turned purple.

"Ooh," I chirped.

"Feel good?" she laughed.

"You know it does." I gave her an appreciative moan.

"Roll over."

"Woof woof," I said, enjoying the fact that this youngster was telling me what to do almost like a Dominatrix running a BDSM scene. And, grinning like an oaf I rolled to my side. Her finger slid out of my ass so I rolled again and lifted a leg over her head. 

Mona knelt as if in devout prayer between my legs. I chuckled at that thought. I felt her warm fingers cup and lift my balls and then probe into my asshole. She curled her rude finger up, pressuring my prostate.

"Like that, Ned?"

"Mmmm, mind telling me where you learned this?"

"First comes the blowjob, baby."

Mona nibbled on my cockhead giving me a nice tingle. She locked her lips together and put her free hand on my hip as she applied suction, drawing my semi-soft cock into her mouth like she was sucking up a strand of spaghetti. I couldn't help giving her my best groan and shiver when I felt my dick head against the back of her palette. Her tongue was a major pleasure as she tickled and teased me with a rigid tongue tip, while the finger in my ass was busy tickling my prostate.

"Mona, look at me."

"Humph?"

She tilted her head back and arched her eyebrows to look me in the eye.

"You're a guy's fantasy come true."

"Humph?" She refused to take my dick out of her mouth.

"I mean, here you are kneeling before me, my dick in your mouth and your finger up my ass." 

"Mmmm," she murmured while nodding her head.

Mona began to suck harder. I was as stiff as I ever get, and she was stroking, licking, sucking and kissing, singing to it like it was her new puppy. It was as if she were getting more out of the blowjob than I was... strange feelings ran through me at the thought.

She whipped me out of her mouth and said, "You can cum in my mouth, you want," and rammed me back into the warmth of her swirling tongue a second later.

"I'm not close yet," I told her with a benevolent smile.

She eased the finger out of my ass with a soft pop; took me from her mouth and looked up at me. "Wanna finish it off with a fuck then?"

"Let me put it in, Mona."

She positioned herself accordingly and with her quiet assent, I aimed my rigid cock into her pink warmth and slid in.

She gave me a small tight smile as she savored the feel of me penetrating her.

We began a rhythmic fuck and after a particularly deep thrust, she gasped, "I could get used to this, baby. You fill me quite nicely."

"I wish I could keep up with you," I replied.

"I wish you could too; although you're not half bad."

"You're really wet," I grunt between thrusts.

"I had a nice big hit before I started out this morning. I felt so good I had to play with myself."

She stopped talking having run out of breath, and moments later resumed where she'd left off. 

"I was even doing it driving over to your place." She giggled, whether from my artful fucking or the thought of what she was telling me, I never found out.

"I finished myself off in your driveway, and I'm still one horny bitch."

She wasn't the only horny one in the room. "Wrap your legs around my waist, Mona."

After she complied, I sank my pole back into her sopping cunt and grabbed a cheek of her delightful ass in each hand and started to hammer away at her.

"Oh, Jesus!" she gasped.

"You're so fuckin' tight, Mona!" I managed before stopping for fear of completely losing my breath.

"God, I love it when you go fast!" she groaned happily.

A moment later having grown tired of slamming it into her, I pulled out.

"No! No! Not yet!" she screamed. 

But I was already hefting her up and repositioning her so that her face was pointed at the back of the chair.

"Lift your ass," I say with conviction.

"You're going anal... so soon?"

Well that was a bit of voluntary information to process. That wasn't my intention, but I gave it due consideration before going with my original idea which was to fuck her doggy-style. But to startle Mona as she had me, I dropped to my knees and spread her ass cheeks. Her shitter puckered at me like a starfish caught out of the water. Before I let myself think about what I was doing, I sent my tongue darting into her rectum.

She screamed in surprise, and then bellowed, "Oh, motherfucker! Do that again!" 

The rest of what she said was incoherent. I did it several more times, and when she grew accustomed to this favored treatment, I jammed my dick into her pussy and rocked her to a quick orgasm by fucking her from behind.

Suddenly there was a funky, sensual smell in the air, and I realized it was coming from Mona's cunt. That seemed to do it for me and unable to hold back any longer, I give it my best effort, slamming into her while I came ... spurt after glorious spurt jetted into her deepest crevices.

I kept fucking until I slipped out of her sodden cunt. Then we were kissing one another, complementing each other every time we came up for air.

"I... I... I can't tell you how many times you made me cum," she gasped, and then dived back down between my legs to recapture my little man in her mouth, trying to bring him back to life.

"So you want to go around again, Mona?"

I was teasing, but hopeful of how she'd respond.

"Yeah, sure, can you get it up again?"

"Sure, but let's have a smoke first, okay?"

"Sure! Boy you're really something special, Ned."

________________________________________

After finishing off my bomb Mona stood slumped, leaning against my kitchen counter, looking at my face, but avoiding my eyes, her eyes were guarded; her full pouty lips hovering on the edge of a frown. 

I was slouched on the chair we'd used to fuck ourselves silly. I was sticky with sweat from the exertion, while Mona looked as fresh as a daisy, but I'm sure she wasn't.

I scanned her body. She was only about a hundred and ten pounds or less, but there was a lot of strength in her petite frame. As I've mentioned earlier (Chapter 1) she had a nice pair of tits, smallish and pear-shaped, with an enticing slope to them. In my opinion, in her later years any dropping would hardly be noticeable.

Suddenly she lurched upright, and left the kitchen. I pulled myself to my feet, and dragged my tired ass after her. I found her in the bathroom off the master bedroom, taking a leak that sounded like a cow pissing on a flat rock.

I eyed her glistening sex for a long moment before raising my eyes to hers. She was looking into my face calmly, but with slightly narrowed eyes, as if weighing pros and cons.

"I never asked... is there a Mrs. Ned?" There was a catch in her voice. Her eyes danced away for a moment.

"Ah, no... there is no Mrs. I'm divorced almost five years now. I'm also 51 years old, if that matters any."

"Do you go around hitting on penniless waitresses?"

I barked a laugh. She had me pegged. "I guess I hit on any female that strikes my fancy."

"You score often?"

"I don't keep score of those things, but if pressed I'd have to say I'm batting .300."

"Three out of ten... that's not bad, especially for your age... unless...."

"Unless what?"

"You mostly hit on women your own age. "her eyes were laughing at me by this point.

I decided to change the subject. "Show me that pussy again, Mona."

She leaned back on the toilet seat and reached between her legs and used her thumbs to spread her lips for my viewing pleasure.

"Feel like a pussy doctor now?" she laughed as I feasted on the brown curls that surrounded the pink entrance to man's heaven on earth.

A faint smile crossed her face as she took note of my hardening dick.

"Ned?"

"Yes?"

"Since we're all sweaty and such, why don't you run a bath for us?"

"What a wonderful idea, Mona. Why don't I do that?"

I turned on the water, waited until the temperature was just right. Mona wiped a few drops of urine from her pussy then flushed the toilet. 

"Watch the water level, sweets," I said,"I'm getting us another bomb."

"No, no, just bring my purse and some grass. I brought my pipe. It'll work better in the tub."

The water level was perfect by the time Mona returned with the weed and bong. 

"You first, my dear," I chuckled and patted her on the ass as she stepped gingerly into the warm water.

"Make it a little warmer, Ned... please," she whispered.

I made a slight adjustment and climbed into the tub.

The water was up to our navels as I sat facing her. I took her left hand and pulled her toward me, and then leaned forward to take her nipple into my mouth.

Mona moaned when I let it pop from between my lips to chase after the other one as she started stroking my dick.

"Can you reach the bong?" she asked tentatively.

"I can... but I want to taste you first. Can you lean back? I mean, I don't want your head underwater, you know, but if you could say put your legs on my shoulders and hold yourself up... maybe with your arms on the side of the tub?"

She did just that and I was facing her lovely nineteen year old pussy.

"Hello there," I said, addressing her pussy.

Mona giggled. "It says hello yourself, stranger."

"Hell we're not exactly strangers, Mona. We're more like buddies."

Mona laughed out loud at that, and I joined her for a second or two before covering her cunt with my mouth and sucking for all I was worth.

"Oh Oh Oh! That's... it! Oh that's it!" she groaned happily.

I started licking her from clit to asshole while she shrieked, "More, More, More," delightedly.

Then after shoving two fingers into her snatch I concentrated on sucking hard on her clit until I felt her cum. Then I stopped.

"No! No! Go on, Ned, Please don't stop! I'm so close, Ned. Don't stop!"

But I had a plan, and gently removed her legs from around my shoulders. 

"For Christ's sake, Ned, what are you doing?"

"Turn over on your stomach, Mona."

Seeing that she had little choice in the matter, and wanting that elusive climax, she did as instructed. 

I slipped the palm of my right hand under her pubic bone and cupped her Mons. I slid my thumb into her cunt and began to thumb fuck her, squeezing her mound with my palm. I couldn't resist her ass which was raised up out of the water and started licking her ass crack.

She's back into it now, urging me on. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh shit that's so fuckin' dirty! You're the man, Ned! Oh yeah, you're the man!"

I threw caution to the wind and found her asshole with my tongue and pushed the tip into her while continuing to work my thumb feverishly around her snatch.

"Huh... huh... huh!" Mona snorted, growing short of breath. And then after a long gasp... "OH... NED... I'M CUMMING!"

I started pumping with everything I had into her. Mona's hips jerked spasmodically. I quit reaming her asshole, but continued moving my thumb in and out of her cunt and trying to rub my palm and fingers over her pubic bone. 

Mona keened softly: "Ahaaa... Ahaaa...Ooooh!" 

Her jerking slowed and segued into a sort of grinding motion that trapped my hand between her mound and the floor of the tub. I eased my thumb from her cunt and she stopped grinding. Actually she stopped moving entirely.

"You okay, Mona?"

"Mmmm, I guess...."

I got out of the tub and filled the bong, lit it and took a hit.

"Sit up, Mona."

She slowly worked herself into a sitting position and I handed her the bong.

Reaching for it she said, "Jesus, Ned, I came so fuckin' hard that last time... I mean, I really, really came. You know?"

"Well there is a kind of glow about you at the moment, and I don't think one hit on the bong produced it."

Mona laughed while holding the smoke in, so it was a soundless laugh, but a laugh all the same.

"Say, Mona... mind telling me what you meant by that: 'I'm really, really coming, remark.'"

"Um..." and she paused to give my question some thought. "I guess I meant it. I mean like, I've cum before, you know? But never like that. It was like... two or three times as good as any of the other times. And... and you weren't even fucking me."

"So would you say that age has its advantages?"

She started laughing. "Hey, motherfucker, you want a letter of recommendation?"

Going along with her, I said, "Oh, great. I could have it framed and hang it over the mantle."

"Put it just inside the front door. Give the girls a chance to back out before you lay your charms on them."

"Speaking of laying my charms on a female..." That got Mona's attention and I pointed to my rock solid dick bobbing in front of me.

"Oh, baby! I'm tingling all over again!"

"Are you up for a nice slow fuck?"

"Does the Pope like little boys?"

"Don't put it that way. He's to blame for all those pederasts', but he's not personally to blame."

"The hell you say," Mona spat back, "He's in charge! He's done nothing! No, wait, I stand corrected. He's known about it and done nothing. Look at Penn State. They ignored it when they knew damn well what was going on. So to my way of thinking that makes him part of it. Calling him a pederast seems okay to me."

Having been abused by a priest when I was six years old, I let her remarks go without any further objections. For all I knew she might be right. At any rate, he did know about it and had done a lot to cover the scandal up, using the Vatican's influence.

"Let's add some more warm water," I suggested changing the subject.

I climbed back into the tub as the warm water ran, found a comfortable position for what I wanted to try and urged Mona to place her legs outside mine. I played with her tits for a minute then placed my dick at her entrance and jockeyed my hips toward hers and worked my dick into her hot little furnace.

"Just rock back and forth, see what happens," I said softly.

She returned my smile and reached out to tweak my left nipple. I returned the favor as our mellow fuck moved along with neither of us anywhere close to coming.

Eventually, Mona appeared to grow impatient with me and raised herself up using her hands to provide the necessary leverage. She hovered over my pulsing cock for a long moment, sighed and lowered her cunt lips over my cockhead.

"Mmmm," I groaned.

"Yeah... feels good," she whispered agreeably and kissed me. The kiss went on and on. Her breasts were soon mashed against my chest as she rocked back and forth, essentially doing all the work.

I didn't mind at all.

"Getting closer..." she said as her breathing quickened. Then pulling herself a little higher, she managed to impale herself completely on my throbbing cock, and with some water splashing over the sides of the tub began moving faster... up and down... up and down....




Just an Older Dude Ch. 02



She is sweating profusely from the effort and to tell the truth she was getting a bit heavy on me. Finally she tired and sprawled across my chest, kissing me all over the face and chest while I kneaded her tight asscheeks and tried unsuccessfully to tickle her asshole. 

I was rewarded for my efforts when she started slowly clenching and unclenching those satiny cheeks, providing me with a series of exquisite tweaks to my sensitive cock.

"Enjoying yourself, Mona?"

"Oh, yes, Ned. Let's stay like this forever."

"Get some weight on your elbows so I can breathe."

"Sorry." She jerked her arms in. Her pert tits tickling my chest with every thrust.

Suddenly there was a soft cry from Mona. I thought I'd hurt her somehow, but she was cumming, and with her eyes locked on mine, she smiled and said, "Oh, this one is the biggest ever!"

It was certainly the strangest orgasm I'd ever given a woman. Other than that quiet sentence, Mona didn't make a sound. 

I didn't doubt that she was cumming. That was fairly obvious.

And she seemed to keep the orgasm going. I couldn't tell if it was multiple times or just one prolonged cum, but it was a serious one. One she later told me she'd never forget.

It seemed that after a time Mona had fallen asleep. I lifted her from the tub and carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, not caring that she was soaking wet. I lay down next to her and soon we were both snoring lightly.

I was first to awaken an hour later and quietly maneuvered her ass over my face and raised my mouth to her pussy and started to lick and suck on her distended labia.

Mona woke up, made a gurgling sound and told me I was her God from that moment on. "Okay, suck my cock why don't you?" I replied as God-like as I could make it.

"Oh, you have the greatest ideas, Ned, baby," and she lowered her head to my crotch and started licking my shaft from tip to asshole.

I laughed and continued tongue-fucking her.

Soon enough, Mona was into her blowjob, sliding her mouth and lips up and down my shaft in cadence with my tongue fucking. 

Wrenching my mouth away from her drooling snatch, I croaked, "Faster, Mona, faster!"

My hips were pummeling her face as she followed orders; I helped by holding her head in place while I concentrated on her clit alone.

"Mmffph," I sputtered, "Suck it baby! Suck it, suck it, suck it!"

I exploded, with the first rope coating her windpipe. Mona whipped her head to one side and exclaimed, "You're cumming already?" Obviously surprised by my quick ejaculation. (Not THAT quick – it had already been six or seven minutes of exhilarating suck, suck, suck.)

The next couple spurts splattered across her face and tits. (I found this out after the fact.) But although in the midst of cumming, I kept on whipping my tongue over her clit and as I emptied my sacs, sucked ferociously on her little nubbin, pushing her over the edge and into a rousing shuddering climax.

We kissed afterward and I found her lips glossy with my semen. I spooned a dollop from her cheek and fed it to her. Then we Frenched for a few minutes, savoring seminal thoughts and flavors, until she broke away, saying, "Christ, Ned, I'm gonna be late for work."

She borrowed my toothbrush and kissed me goodbye.

I didn't know it for several days, but Mona was hit by a van enroute to work and hospitalized with broken ribs and a fractured leg.

I paid her a visit in the hospital, gave her flowers and apologized for not being there sooner.

We had a nice visit, and when I left her room was approached by a good-looking woman in her mid-forties who bore more than a passing resemblance to Mona.

"How do you know Mona," she inquired after introducing herself as Janice Johnson, Mona's mother.

Leaving out the more personal details of our acquaintance, I told her I was a regular at the restaurant and had just heard about the accident and decided to pay her a visit since I was calling on another friend at the hospital. 

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After gabbing about this and that for nearly an hour while Mona slept, Janice and I left the hospital together and headed for Limbo's, a nicer than usual cocktail bar, known for its many rendezvous between those married to others wanting more than a little privacy and seclusion. 

It was Mrs. Johnson's idea, not mine.

Four martinis later – mine gin with a dash of vermouth – hers a vile greenish concoction called an Appletini that was probably just as potent as mine, and we were trading sexual innuendos with each other. Somehow during our conversation, several buttons on her blouse managed to slip open – perhaps it was the fact that Janice's hands were nervous, perhaps it was deliberate on her part. I for one didn't care; I just took in the view.

Mrs. Johnson, Janice from this point on, was possessed of what I'd call superior tits. Now Janice had a fairly small frame. And on her petite, I think you'd call it frame they made her look like a young Dolly Parton. Words tumbled out of my mouth, but I hardly knew what I was saying as all I could think about was tit fucking her while standing up.

I came out of my reverie as Janice was saying something to me. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you just said," I said apologetically.

She gave me a sour look and repeated her last words for my benefit. 

"You pervert! Want a better view?"

"The martinis took over and spoke for me. "I'd love one, Janice. Perhaps if we moved over to your place?"

The imp in the greenish martinis caused her to laugh. That told me she knew I wanted her and she was more than a little interested in me.

We called a cab and left the Limbo both thinking we were on our way to a heavenly place. I mean, I know what I was thinking, and she did say, "You know we're going to get into trouble at your place." 

Ten minutes later I had her pinned against my kitchen counter. I was dreaming of her bouncing up and down on my pogo stick as we kissed for the first time.

With her first moan of appreciation at my talented tongue working its way around her mouth, my hand found the underside of her right tit and gave it a light squeeze.

Another appreciative moan.

This was going very well.

My hand grew bolder. Her tit was very firm. 

We were both panting, and when she moaned into my mouth again, I took her hand in mine and guided it to my boner.

Janice broke the kiss. "No... we can't do this...."

But her hand still clutched my dick and I flipped over to page three of my mental seduction manual and left off her tit to glide my hand between her legs.

She started to squeeze my cock.

I had my arm under her dress a moment later. Another two seconds passed and my finger was under her panties and rubbing her wet lips.

"Ohhh, shit!" she exclaimed.

Somehow she freed my cock from its confinement.

I decided to fuck her then and there.

She started jerking me off.

I managed to get her dress up around her waist and panties halfway down her legs before lifting her up on the counter and mashing my face into a sopping wet triangle of dark curly hair.

"SHIT YEAH!"

"Like this?"

"SHIT YEAH!"

I bit her just above her pubic hair. She sucked in her breath. I rose up and filled her mouth with my tongue. My hand was in her pubic hair, sneaking a finger between her thighs every once and a while. Her hand found my cock again and she was eagerly stroking it. I probably could have moved her into the bedroom, the couch for sure, but I wanted her then and there.

Ending the kiss, I spun Janice around so that she was facing the kitchen wall and leaning over the counter. Leaving her pussy, I ran a hand over her ass and found it nice and firm.

So she paid attention to her body; probably worked out several times a week. My hand went back between her legs and she moaned while licking my face with her hot little tongue.

I dropped to my knees and spread Janice's buttcheeks. Knowing women loved to be kept off balance as it somehow seemed to add to the excitement - I bit her on the ass. 

She lurched forward, and shouted, "What the fuck?"

But I was already smacking her on the ass, slap-slap-slap and as the first wave of pain subsided I licked her anus, a trick I learned in the Philippines a few years back.

No one had ever done it to her before. (I later learned, among other things in our post-coital bliss.) Her first reaction was to shudder from the shock of feeling my tongue burrowing into her shitter. A moment later she was pushing her ass back into my face, chanting, "Can't believe you're doing that to me!" over and over.

I tongue fucked her ass for a couple more minutes while she found my cock again and lovingly stoked it. Since I wanted to ensure she was well fucked, I abandoned her asshole and moved to her snatch, and buried my tongue into her just she expelled a torrent of hot juice into my mouth and face.

"Coming already?" I managed to croak.

"SHIT YEAH!" she replied, and it became obvious that she hadn't been eaten out in quite a while.

When my tongue tired, I retrieved my dick from her hand and with Janice looking over her shoulder at me, fitted it against her cunt, took a good hold of her hips and gave a good thrust.

"OHHH!" 

Her head snapped up. She was much tighter than I thought she would be; her hands braced her body against the kitchen counter and I pounded the shit out of her.

"CUMMING! I'M ... SHIT... I'M CUMMING!"

But I wasn't. I let go of her hips and grabbed both her tits and squeezed.

"JESUS!"

And a moment later: "PUMP ME HARDER, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!"

I slammed into her until she was cumming non-stop.

Then just when she thought I was finished, I turned her to face me, placed my slimy cock between her swaying tits and fucked them for a good two minutes before finishing by covering her huge tits with my ejaculate.

"Let's take it into the bedroom," I said, hoping my voice didn't crack.

"Let's...." she replied.

To be continued 



Just an Older Dude Ch. 03



We didn't bother with a shower, just hopped onto the bed and I lay on my back and Janice knelt between my legs and started sucking my cock. Her tongue was everywhere, up and down the shaft, licking the knob even kissing and licking my balls. 

I was quick to harden, and just when I thought she was going to finally swallow my dick, she went low again, tickling and sucking on my balls.

"I think I'll return the favor," she said as she placed my legs up onto her shoulders. A moment later she was kissing my ass, and I knew she'd be rimming me shortly. 

"Oh, yes!" I groaned excitedly.

Her tongue hit dead center while jacking my cock, and when I urged her on she laughed, and then stuck her tongue up my ass.

I went through the roof. It had been years since I'd been rimmed. What's more, she continued tonguing my ass for a good five minutes while I writhed at her exquisite touches.

In fact, Janice kept me on the edge until I was ready to explode; and came to an abrupt halt to keep me at that point.

"How am I doing, Loverboy?" She hissed at me.

"Can't complain," I replied hesitantly.

"Can't complain? What the fuck?"

Of course that ended the rim job. She sat up to confront me. 

Years of experience with women had taught me how to react in this type situation. That's right. I had to throw myself at her feet and plead for mercy, or she would probably walk.

Intuitively knowing words would not suffice, I pulled her tight, mashing those magnificent mammaries against my chest and I kissed her. Yeah, I kissed her, sending my tongue into her mouth; the same mouth that had spent the last few minutes sucking out my shitter.

And let me tell you something: I recognized the taste of my shit instantaneously. I gave that some serious thought later that night. I'm pretty sure that everyone would have recognized it. If you've ever been around a baby - not a newborn - but one old enough to reach out to touch a shiny toy or the like. You'll know that once babies discover that the reason they're constantly being changed is the poop they produce, they become fascinated by it and eventually find a way under the diaper to feel and of course, sample this marvelous stuff they made that has everyone excited. A few months later, many babies discover finger painting. Ask almost any mother. Again, if they're spreading it around, they're also sampling it by sucking some off their tiny fingers. It's one of the first things other than mother's milk, or formula they get to taste and therefore have it embedded into their psyches. So it's little wonder one recognizes that taste as nasty, but all too familiar should one sample it as an adult.

At any rate, kissing Janice was a bold enough move on my part to earn her prompt forgiveness. We kissed for several minutes and then I urged her to resume her attentions to my dick, asking: "Why don't you lick my cock like an ice cream cone?"

To which Janice replied: "Why don't you play with my breasts, most men would, but aside from the tittie fuck you haven't paid them any attention at all."

So I went to work on them, fondling, caressing, kissing, sucking and biting them.

Janice showed her appreciating by tickling my asshole and balls. And then she rolled off the bed, went to a rather large bag she insisted was a purse and not a pocketbook, from which she produced a thin vibrator and something smaller she called her egg.

"How do you use the egg?" I asked, although I had a damn good idea already.

"I put it up my twat and use a small remote to accelerate or slow the vibrations. I use it while walking through the Mall, or whenever I feel the need for a quick thrill or two."

"Ever give the remote to a gentleman friend while out on a date?"

She smiled lewdly at me, but didn't reply otherwise. I left it there and she got back on the bed and applied the vibrator to her pussy while I resumed playing with her tits.

A few minutes later, she grunted and said: "Fuck me, why don't you?" She wanted to do it doggy style. That way, she could use the vibrator on her clit while I banged her from behind. 

No problemo. 

We went at it feveredly for the next few minutes. Janice's orgasm came first, and afterward she insisted on riding me with her back to me.

No problemo.

I love to see a lady's ass when I fuck her, and Janice had a great ass. She still had the vibrator and while she rode me really hard, she began to tease my asshole with the tip of the vibrator.

Now that was really wild! Still and all, I managed to hang on for a few more minutes. That is, until she added some saliva to the vibrator, and then worked it into my shitter.

It was just incredible. Somewhere in there, Janice had turned around and I have to say that I loved watching her tits bounce as I humped her like a maniac. At one point I thought that I'd throw her off of me. (I know, what was I thinking?) Well, I couldn't get her off; she knew exactly what she was doing.

At any rate, Janice began stabbing the vibrator into my ass and rubbing her clit like mad with her other hand. Did I mention that she also had this thing where her vaginal muscles kept clenching and releasing my dick inside her? Well, she did, and it was heavenly.

I have no idea how many times she came, but it was certainly more than the one time I did. Still and all, my explosion was one of the best I ever had. I was screaming her name and a few others as I began my ejaculation... which seemed to go on and on and on.

But all good things come to an end, and that was it for us that night.

I drove her back to her car and kissed her a few more times. We agreed to meet again three nights later for diner and some loving, and I went home and slept like a baby. ________________________________________

The following afternoon I was having a decaffeinated coffee with my buddy, Jiggs, whose nickname was derived while serving in Africa during his sojourn in the good old United States Marines. As Jiggs tells it, he was captured by a warlord who used his automatic weapon to make Jiggs dance by firing it repeatedly at his feet while Jiggs hopped about hoping to avoid being hit.

He was hit in the left ankle a split second before another marine took the warlord out from two hundred yards. The warlord's men offered token resistance to the dozen marines charging into their so-called compound after their leader fell dead. At any rate, Jiggs now walks with a limp and subsists on a small pension from the military and a percentage of the profit we make from selling the ganja.

Jiggs is about 5' 8" red headed, keeps his pate clean shaven, and has an enormously long dick, he claims is close to eleven inches. I've seen it and would beg to differ, but only by an inch or so. He's an old thirty-two, and he shaves his head. But he's in excellent condition, thanks to his simper fi attitude. 

I was telling him about my recent mother-daughter thing.

"You nailed them both?"

"Yeah, I did."

"They work as a team, or what?"

"No, nothing like that. The daughter's a waitress. I gave her a sample, you know? Next thing I knew we were at my place. One thing led to another and we were going at it, you know?" "Anyway, she gets into this accident and I visit her at the hospital, and her mother shows up. We talked; she wanted to know how an old fart like me came to know her daughter. I told her the truth... partly anyway, you know, like she's my favorite waitress. I don't know if she buys it or not, but we kept talking and I'm admiring her tits, which are to die for. Anyway, long story short, we have a couple drinks, take it over to my place and end of story. Well, except that the mother's actually better in the sack, you know?"

"Figures," Jiggs replies after a moment. "So what are you gonna do with the two of 'em?"

"I got a date with the mother later this week."

"And the daughter?"

"I'll figure that out when she out of the hospital. That is if there's anything to figure out. My guess is they'll figure it out before I come up with some bullshit that explains it away."

"Yeah, good luck with that." Jiggs gave me a pensive look, and said, "It's possible they'll want to keep you. I mean the both of them. Maybe see you on an every other day thing."

"Wear me the fuck out," I said.

"So?"

"I'll think about it. So, Jiggs, what do you hear from Norman?"

Norman being our biggest purchaser; and not a member of organized crime.

"He'll take the usual," Jiggs answered.

"Think he could handle more?" I asked.

"He could, but he won't. He has his customers, you know? He knows them. Any new customer is a risk. He sees it that way, so he's reluctant to take on any new ones. Maybe if he loses two, three of 'em he'll open up to more, but he knows what he's doing."

"Yeah, he's been doing it for what, fifteen or more years?"

"Never been busted either," Jiggs added.

"We could look for new customers," Jiggs offered. "Naw, Norman's got the right idea. Keep it close." "But you gave the daughter a sample," Jiggs teased. "Yeah, and got one from her."

"So you did. She got any friends?"

"She does. In fact, she paid me for what I gave her the next day. I didn't expect it, but she did."

"Who are her friends?"

"Damned if I know. That bothers me some, but I guess I can live with it so long as she doesn't bring them around."

"That'd be bad for us one way or the other," Jiggs said, nodding his head sagely.

"Probably," I agreed. "Probably," But an idea began to gnaw away at me and wouldn't go away. ________________________________________ "I can't wait to suck your cock," Janice said over desert a couple nights later.

"It's been on my mind too, Janice."

"I've got nice toys over my place," she whispered lewdly.

"Your place it is," I said.

During the course of dinner I had made it a point to inquire about Mona, Janice's daughter, and learned she was getting out of the hospital the following day.

"You can spend the night," Janice said, "But I have to pick Mona up at eleven and bring her home."

"How's she doing?"

"Better than expected," Janice replied. Her ribs aren't a bother now, and the fractured leg will be in a cast for another five weeks at the least."

"I'm glad she'll be coming home. I'm sure you'll take good care of her."

"Hopefully she'll be my little girl again and we won't argue over everything."

"You two don't see eye to eye?"

"Afraid not. I say up, she says down."

"Like that 'eh?"

"Exactly like that. It's time to get the check, Ned. Dinner was great, I'm sure the sex will be better."

________________________________________

Twenty minutes later Janice had my cock in her left hand and was supporting herself with her right hand. Dipping her head she began licking my dick from base to tip and was driving me wild.

Laughing, Janice lowered herself so that she could press my member against my stomach and renewed her licking and nipping, using long, slow licks that coated my dick with her saliva.

She looked up at me and said, "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," I croaked, "It's fantastic, baby!" That's what I said, but I really want her to start sucking my dick.

She changed tactics and began licking the tip like it was a lollipop. 

Groaning, I urged her to suck it, but she laughed again and kissed her way down my shaft and then absorbed the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue over and around it, creating one pleasurable sensation after another.

"Better, baby?"

"Oh, yeah!"

Ever so slowly, Janice backed her lips off me until only the very tip hung on her lower lip. 

Then with a suddenness that startled me, she barked, "Naugh!" and plunged her mouth down, impaling herself on my raging erection. 

I responded with a resounding, "Oh, Yeah!" as her head began to bob in my lap, picking up the tempo.

Forcing her face from my crotch, Janice turned to say, "Isn't this great fun?"

I replied by pulling her up by the arms so that we were both standing, my hardon sandwiched between us. 

To my surprise, Janice chose that moment to tell me her marital history.

"Ned I want you to know about me," she began.

Warning signs flashed behind my eyes.

"My first marriage didn't work out so well. After five years we separated. He was trying to get through college and not doing very well at it. He started drinking. We had two kids, Vinnie, five at the time, and Mona about six months. I went to live in my parent's basement after my dad converted it into a decent apartment.

"With my mother babysitting for me, I got a job. Feeling sorry for myself, and thinking my marriage was over, I had several affairs. The first..."

I interrupted her.

"You sure you want me to hear this? I mean, it's personal and all..."

"I want to tell you, Ned, I really do."

I nodded my acquiescence and she began again.

"I'd been at a small party. Actually I was over at my girlfriend's house. We were drinking wine and singing along with their CDs. Peggy was her name. Her fiancé's name was Roger. They were already living together. Around two in the morning, Peggy said good night, and Roger and I kept singing, although we sang quieter than before so as not to disturb Peggy."

"Janice, you don't have to...."

"But I do, Ned. Think of it as a catharsis of the soul."

Once again, I relented and Janice resumed her story. 

"We continued in that vein for another thirty minutes or so. Then Roger said, 'She's fast asleep by now.' Suddenly I knew what was going to happen. I could have made any number of excuses. I didn't, and when he moved to kiss me I went right into his arms.

"I felt like a teenager, fumbling with his clothes and mine; rolling around on the floor, our mouths hungry; our hands eager. And when I found his penis in my hand, I was surprised at its length. I'm not trying to belittle yours Ned; you have nothing to be ashamed of. But, just how long is yours?"

"Almost eight inches," I answered dryly, wondering why she was telling me about some other guy's dick.

She absorbed that statistic and continued her tale. "Anyway, before I knew it, he was kneeling up over me, his monster pressed against my lips. I opened for him, tried to take him, gagged a few times -- my god, he was so big. While I sucked on him, he opened my jeans and got them down to my knees. I worked them off the rest of the way and lay on the couch in bra and panties, one breast out of its cup, with his penis in my mouth.

"Anyway, that's how Peggy caught us. She wouldn't let me apologize and I left. They got married a month later. She was pregnant with his child. The marriage lasted two years, and I never spoke with either of them again.

"But I was so fucking horny from that night on. I began prowling the bars, looking for Mr. Right. I'd meet a guy and wind up begging him to fuck me. I fucked guys in alleyways, in their cars; didn't care if it was in the backseat or on the hood of the fucking car, just as long as I got laid. In short, I became a slut."

"Janice," I said, interrupting her again, "why the hell are you telling me this?"

"Because you're banging me and my daughter, that's why. For the last six years I've managed to overcome those whorish instincts. Including you, I've had two brief affairs. One serious... we contemplated marriage, but decided against it. Then you came along. I liked you, Ned. Probably still do. But I can't stay with a guy who's banging my daughter."

"I wanted to tell you, Janice, but how the hell could I?"

"Right, how the hell could you tell me you were fucking my kid?"

"C'mon, Janice, it's not like that."

"Isn't it?"

"No, it isn't. We met in a normal fashion. There were some sparks and it happened. I really do like, Mona. Hell, I like you too."

"Oh, I bet you want to get the two of us in the sack together," she said, her words dripping with sarcasm.

She swatted my shrunken dick with her left hand, not hurting me, but to show her total disregard for my manhood.

We began to get dressed.

"Can I ask you something, Janice?"

"Why not?"

"If you knew about Mona and me, why the hell did you go out with me? I don't mean the first time. I mean tonight. And why did you blow me?"

With her eyes blazing with fury, Janice said, "Because I'm still a whoring slut at heart. I thought I'd fuck you silly and never talk to you again. I thought that would hurt you more than anything else I could do."

I thought I'd glimpsed her true emotions and grabbed her, pulled her tightly against my chest and kissed her hard. I had to have bruised her lips with the kiss. I know mine were sore for several days afterward.

We wound up back in the bedroom, our clothes coming back off with an alacrity that stunned the both of us. It was as if it were our first time; dizzily exciting.

I entered her with ease because she was sopping wet for me. We couldn't get enough of one another. I must have cum inside her three or four times. She later confided that her stream of orgasms seemed endless, that she'd lost count after the fourth time she came.

Neither of us knew where all the pent up lust originated, but we were gasping and panting and begging each other for more; to make it last; to go harder and faster; and oh-please-God don't stop. Don't even think of stopping. ________________________________________ I didn't hear or see Janice for the next three weeks. In fact, I had just showered and wearing a pair of boxers, was working on my own version of a Cheech and Chong bomb-sized joint when the doorbell rang.

I bent to look out the peep hole and immediately stood up straight. It was Mona and her mother, Janice! 

I opened the door in my boxers and welcomed them inside. Both women appeared to have been drinking. "Come in, have a seat," I said as cordially as I could then added, "Can I get you something to drink, a martini, perhaps?"

That turned out to be the right thing to say.

"Martini sounds good to me," Janice chirped. "Make it gin, with a touch of Vermouth." "Over rocks?" I asked. "Please," she replied.

"Mona?" "Can I have one of those appletini's?"

"You certainly can," I said and hurried over to the makeshift bar to oblige the two lovely ladies, thinking there was only one reason for their being here.

"For a moment I considered calling you, Jiggs, but thought better after handing the ladies their martinis.

"Mona still had a sizable cast on her left leg. It went from her toes to her hip. She'd been on crutches walking in the front door, and they were now on the floor alongside the easy chair she was sitting in. Her mother sat directly across from Mona, and made sure to provide me with a long look up her skirt as she slowly crossed her legs.

"My dick lurched upward in my boxers. Both of them saw it move. Mona suppressed a wanton grin. Janice pretended she hadn't seen it.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, and quickly followed with, "Not that I'm at all used to nocturnal visits by two charming women like yourselves."

Having both mother and daughter in front of me afforded the opportunity to compare them. Mona's breasts were substantially smaller than her mother's, but her ass, even with that ugly cast crowding the scene, was to die for.

Obviously, Mona was younger. But both were very attractive women. Janice was decidedly a high grade MILF. Mona shifted in the easy chair and provided me with a beaver shot when the short skirt she wore refused to shift with her, rising well beyond any acceptable height for public consumption.

"Doesn't he makes a great drink, Janice?" Mona said slurring her words. I also picked up on her calling her mother by her first name. The ladies might have rehearsed how they thought tonight was going to go.

If they were in sync with my plan, we were going to be fine.

"He does, sweetie. He does lots of things well." Well, an endorsement from momma. 

I filled both their glasses from the two pitchers I'd made earlier. I was drinking scotch myself. It was my first of the evening.




Just an Older Dude Ch. 03



"Got any olives?" Janice inquired innocently.

"I do, just a sec, I'll be right back," I said and turned toward the kitchen.

Janice was a step behind me, tottering on her four inch heels.

I reached into the refrigerator for the olives. Janice reached into the fly of my boxers and grabbed my hardon.

"Like my surprise?" she whispered loud enough for the neighbors to hear and they were in Oregon on vacation.

"I do, Janice, provided you don't intend yanking my dick out by the roots."

She laughed and turned me round so the daughter could see how far she'd moved their game forward. "Mom!" Mona shrieked just as any typical teenager might when shocked by their parent and spilled half her appletini on the floor.

Not bothering to put my dick under cover, I grabbed a roll of paper towels and quickly bent down in front of Mona and wiped up the spillage. Tossing the paper towels aside, I looked right up Mona's skirt and asked if she had bothered wearing panties.

I wasn't surprised when she giggled and shook her head "No."

I gently moved her good leg to the side and went under her skirt, my head leading the way. 

"A little wider," I said loudly, knowing my voice would be somewhat muffled.

Mona grunted, but managed to pull her good leg up to her breasts. It was dark, but I could make out her pussy well enough to see it was wet for me.

I heard her mother approach us and hoped it was to watch and not to clout me over the head with a frying pan or other heavy item.

Keeping my eyes on Mona's pussy, I thought I saw it quiver with excitement. Of course that might have been my imagination. I have a good one.

I let her feel my hot breath on her glistening folds. I like to get my women as excited as possible before starting on them. It makes it easier to get them off.

A moment later my slick tongue was gently lapping away at her.

She let out a long sigh.

Janice soothingly inquired, "Is he being good to you, baby?"

"Mmmm, yeah Mommy. He's being very good to me."

Hearing those words, I quickly found her clitoris and began teasing it. Mona moaned happily as the first waves of pleasure rose up from her belly. I felt the ripple as they traversed the short distance to her clit.

Not to brag, but I am good at eating pussy. I had the good fortune to have a mature woman teach me the finer points while still a very young man. I've managed to refine some of those skills over time, and women have been thanking me for a long, long time.

I sent my hands under her ass and pulled her tighter against my face.

Janice must have been kneeling behind me, because I felt her hands delving into my boxers and then one cupped my balls and the other started a slow squeezing of my dick. Not enough to make me cum, but enough to make me feel pretty good down there.

I returned the favor to her daughter, beating her clitoris back and forth with my tongue, making her gasp with pleasure. Mona's syrup began to flow big time, as she began to melt from the inside out. My lapping went faster, with more firmness in the applied pressures from my tongue.

"My...GOD!"

She shuddered. I knew her whole being was nothing but the gaping hole yawing against my mouth and chin, spewing hot, sticky juices all over me there. . Janice sent a finger into my ass. It was my turn to shudder. I had to admit the mother was chock full of tricks in the sex department.

I pressed my mouth hard against Mona's clit and sucked, pulling at it as I hunched even closer. I gave her everything I had. I worked.

A series of "OH, SUCK IT's!" rushed non-stop from her throat; and a molten flood of juice gushed out of her that I would soon see pooled on the floor at her feet.

My knees were rocking back and forth, partly from Janice's finger up my ass; partly from the excitement of making Mona cum like a fucking oil well.

Mona began to heave her body up at me. Her pussy began making gurgling sounds, and I lost myself gobbling at her sweet trough, sucking and swallowing everything I could, for in my mind, there is nothing sweeter than a satisfied cunt.

Eventually, I fell back and looking up, saw Mona, face flushed, smiling beatifically down at me.

"Was it good, Mona?" I asked, knowing the answer.

Then Janice blocked my view of her daughter and started wiping my face off with a dish towel. 

"It was the best cum I've ever had, Ned. Thank you so very much," Mona panted

"You're welcome. I enjoyed it almost as much as you did."

"Hey thunder tongue, how about doing me now?" Janice laughed, and waved her index finger at me. 

Well, I knew where that baby had been recently, didn't I?

Janice was stripping as she moved to my bedroom. I followed her in with Mona on my heels after gathering her crutches up hobbling along in my footprints. 

Janice moved like a dancer, smooth, gliding movements. I hadn't noticed that before and thought it odd. Her breasts jiggled enticingly, the longish brown nipples seemed to beckon to my lips. I caught her by the left shoulder and stopped her then bent and engulf the closet nipple in my mouth. 

"Mmmm," she moaned as I sucked it briefly then kissed my way over the white velvet skin surrounding the nipple. I stepped back, saw the glaze forming over her eyes as she finished stripping and lay down on the rumpled bedding and spread her legs. 

I opened them wider. Behind me I heard Mona gasp. My guess was it was the first time she'd seen her mother's snatch, at least in a fully exposed position. Janice's pussy was dark and wet. My fingers pierced her flaps, parting them and fully exposed her cunt. 

Janice groaned, unable to contain herself. I sent my mouth right onto her cunt and scoured her labia. Momma moaned and put her hands on my head. I sent my tongue into her pink innards, sloshing around the walls.

I felt Janice contracting her vaginal muscles trying to get a grip on my thrusting tongue. I might mention that my tongue is roughly an inch longer than average. I can't lick my eyebrows, nor am I in Gene Simmons class lengthwise; but I do manage to get it up and in there further than most women expect. My cunnilingus is always a surprise the first time around.

I abandoned her twat and concentrated on her clit, treating it much the same as I had Mona's. Janice's clit was somewhat larger, and I found that I could actually squeeze it between my lips if I caught it just so. Her hips start to jerk as I rub her entire sex with the palm of my hand, her flesh wet and slippery under my fingers. 

Moments later Janice was gushing a waterfall while her daughter leaned against the bed urging me on, telling me to take her mother to the stars.

Janice was cumming like crazy, and began flopping all over the bed, causing me to lose my purchase on her clit, so I slapped two fingers into her cunt, found her g-spot, and helped her fly to the moon and back.

"Get on the bed with us, Mona!" I croaked.

She managed that easily enough, considering the full-sized cast.

I flipped her over and went at her from behind while she yelped in surprise then with sheer pleasure as my tongue tickled her asshole. But I had to add the finishing touches and reached between her legs, found her clit and rubbed her faster and faster, not caring that her little clittie was super sensitive.

It hadn't been that long since she'd cum and when my tongue finished rimming her anus and dipped into her asshole and wiggled around, while I rubbed away on her other end, she exploded again.

Finally I quit and rolled away from her, only to be pounced on by Janice, who smothered me with hot, wet kisses, before giving an exhausted sigh and climbing over me so that I lay between the two of them.

"Jesus, that was good!" Mona sighed a couple minutes later.

"I can't believe he's for real," Janice giggled, sounding much, much younger as she took hold of my steaming cock and sucked the head into her mouth. I put my hands on her head and started to fuck her face. I pushed her away when I started to feel the tingle; moved quickly to put myself between her legs, and after lifting her legs to my shoulders, buried myself in her, fucking away like a madman from my need to cum.

Mona had three fingers stuffed in her cunt while she gawked at us going at it. Janice was cumming repeatedly, and I was closing in, knowing I was about to lose a quart or more in my impending discharge.

I felt Mona moving around the bed, but had no idea or concern about what she was up too, until she started licking my ass. I came just as her tongue penetrated my anus. 

I backed away from Janice; her legs dropped off my shoulders onto the sheets with a soft thud. Her cunt gaped at me and I saw most of my load trickling out of it. 

Mona left my ass and pounced upon her mother's cunt, and although Janice protested what she was doing, didn't stop her from lapping away at my sperm until most if not all of it was perking crazily into her digestive track.

I tried to get up, but was just too tired at the moment to make it happen. I just lay there and watched Mona crawl around to my crotch. She was going to try to get me up again by sucking my cock. I wasn't sure I could perform again. 

But after her lips had nibbled on my balls for a minute or so, I saw signs of a boner on the rise. Since Mona seemed to have a kind of anal thing going, I began to ponder the benefits of fucking her in the ass. I didn't think of any negatives. Of course I didn't ask her, or her mother. I had to laugh at myself. Was I really thinking of asking her mother's permission to stick my dick in her daughter's ass?

While I was daydreaming about my anal fantasy, Janice joined Mona in licking and sucking my cock and balls. Soon enough I was hard as a rock.

"Hey you two," I laughed, "Let me see your asses."

It took Mona longer to comply as she found turning 180 degrees more difficult than her mother did. But there they were, two shiny, pink asses, with startlingly similar puckered starfish gleaming back at me.

Mona wiggled hers at me first. Janice caught her and mimicked her actions while both of them giggled lewdly.

"I never did it this way before," Mona said. "No comment," Janice blurted a moment later. I spit on Mona's asshole and then added some of the juices still leaking out of her twat. Then I sent my middle finger into her ass.

"OH!" she gasped, seemingly surprised that I'd actually done it.

"It will hurt some, baby," her mother said softly, "But I think you'll find it enjoyable after a while."

"You think?" Mona said questioningly.

"Trust me, baby. I've done it a few times." 

Janice thought about what she'd said and added, "Probably more than a few times."

"Let's make sure you're ready, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, I'm all for that," Mona said skeptically.

"Janice, would you mind going into the bathroom and in the medicine cabinet, second shelf, there's a tube of Astroglide."

"I'll go get it," she replied, and gave her daughter a light slap on the rear as she hopped off the bed and scampered happily into the bathroom.

She was back a moment later with the lubricant. "I don't know...." Mona said, looking doubtful. "You enjoyed it when I stuck my finger in your ass before, didn't you?"

"Yesssss," she reluctantly admitted. "But that thing of yours sure ain't a finger."

"We'll stop anytime you say," I promised. Janice echoed my words and Mona appeared to regain her confidence.

I got behind her and applied an abundant amount of Astroglide to her ass and my dick; and then I started kissing her, turning her head to me to accomplish it. A minute later, Mona was breathless and flushed. She was eagerly stroking my dick while I pulled on her nipples which by no means matched those of her mother.

I knew she was ready for almost anything and roughly rolled her onto her stomach.

"Nooo, don't STOP!" she pleaded. 

I wasn't going to stop now; but I wasn't going to play with her tits either.

I grabbed hold of her hips and roughly rolled her onto her stomach. I was almost tender in moving her fractured leg, but uncaring in shoving the other leg to open her ass for what I had in mind. I sent a finger back into her asshole.

She murmured, "It seems okay."

I centered my cock against her pucker and pushed. I went in about an inch. She was really tight, too tight to force my dick in any further without opening her up first.

I returned the finger to her ass, added a second then a third over the next minute or so. Janice was breathing down my neck, making sure that I didn't hurt her precious baby.

With three fingers slowly fucking her ass, Mona groaned deeply and began moving.

I continued finger fucking her, stopping only to add additional Astroglide. The thrusts were now faster and going deeper. 

Mona lifted her head and gasped, "That feels...." "Nice baby?" Janice offered. "Yeah... it's kinda nice, yeah...."

That was enough incentive for my next move. I pressed the bulbous head of my dick against her asshole. Mona made a small choking sound, preparing for the worst.

I pried her ass cheeks apart, centered my cock again and popped inside.

Mona was panting and holding her ass cheeks apart for me at this point. I took my time working it into her slowly, grudgingly, but making progress "That's two inches in there, Mona, how's it feel?"

"Doesn't hurt... not really."

"You tell me if it does, baby. I'll make him stop," her mother whispered.

I eased back an inch or so, then urged my cock into her, not forcibly, but not without added pressure, 

"UGHHHH!" It was more a sheep-like bleat than a cry of distress. I ignored it and pressed harder. "OH!" she sniffled as I surprised her by backing almost all the way out.

"UGHHHHHH!" she yelled when I drove back into her, gaining more ground with that one thrust than all the others combined.

"OH, OH, OHHHH!"

"Stop complaining, Mora. I'm in all the way. I can't go any more. Now try to relax as I fuck you."

She turned her head back to me. "You mean it? All the way?"

"All the way. Janice, have a look. Tell her what you see."

"He is, baby. All the way in there. How's it feel?"

"I... I'm not sure."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not so much, no."

I started to fuck her, using short, quick strokes and got an immediate reaction.

"AHHHHHH, FUCK!" she moaned, and I felt the muscles in her rectum trying to clasp my cock even tighter than it already was.

I stopped moving and waited for her to relax. I eased halfway out. Mona was panting heavily. Janice looked on, eyes wide with concern and perhaps a little envy.

Then I pushed into Mona again. She braced herself. I could feel the tight ring of her anal opening sliding up my slippery shaft, the inner walls of her butt parting reluctantly to allow my swollen glans to pass. When I was completely inside her again, I rocked slightly from side to side, causing her to gasp, "Please... no don't. It... it's too fucking much!"

So I stopped briefly only to begin pulling out again. This time I pulled out until only the head of my dick remained in her ass. I rubbed more Astroglide oil on my cock and pushed forward again.

After a few more repetitions, my swollen dick was sliding smoothly in and out of her ass, though it was still incredibly tight. Once I pulled out too far and the pressure of her anal muscles popped my dick out. Mona braced herself then gasped when I forced my oily shaft back into her. I established a rhythm of deep, even strokes, her responses were hard to read at first, but eventually her reactions began to indicate a powerful arousal. Her gasps turned to moans, interspersed with occasional muttered encouragements. 

"Yes!"

Followed by a pause, and then, "Unh ... unh ... unh ... unh ... don't ... unh ... unh ... stop!" 

"Ready to cum for me?"

"OH, YEAH!" she exclaimed joyously and dropped her head and shoulders flat on the bed and reached one hand underneath to rub her pussy. 

Her movement provided me with a glimpse of my cock as it glided in and out of her, and the sight of my glistening dick sliding between her lovely ass cheeks caused me to speed up my strokes and approaching climax. 

My hips began a quick "slap ... slap ... slap" against her ass, accompanied by her rising moans as she rubbed her clit more urgently.

"CUMMING!"

"Yes, baby!" Janice yelled encouragingly.

"CUMMING, BIG TIME!"

I felt my balls tighten and lost control, thrusting without coordination and groaning as cum spewed from my prick in one hot jet after another, filling her ass. 

Mona was coming too, as her joyous screams could attest. Her ass was thrusting wildly back and forth and side to side, milking the cum from my dick. She came and came, giving one deep, hoarse moan after another.

"UNH... UNH... UNH... UNH... UNH... UNH... UN...OH, OH, GOD -- GOD -- GOD!"

Completely spent, and rubber legged, my dick popped out of her ass and I fell on top of her, flattening Mona beneath me. It was Janice who rolled me off her daughter. Mona and I lay there slick with sweat and panting like marathoners at the end of a race. I felt movement underneath. She was still slowly rubbing her pussy.

We lay like that for a while, until her mother gently took her hand away from her still swollen cunt, saying softly, "You'll be so sore there later. Better to stop now, baby."

"Did you enjoy your ass fucking, Mona?" I whispered into her ear after spending a few minutes kissing her mouth and neck.

"I'll do it with you anytime, Ned. Any fucking time."

She paused, looked me in the eyes and said, "I had such a good cum." Then she giggled and asked, "Got any weed?"