“I feel silly. Some of the people I went to high school with are going to be grandparents soon, and I’ve never sucked a cock.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I do want to,” she said quickly, wrapping her fingers around the base. “I’ve read about it enough online, and a lot of the women sound like they enjoy it, and the guys always do. After what you did for me, I have to try to make you feel good.”
Even at my advancing age, those words made me leak. It’s not every day that a man close to being able to apply for social security has a woman young enough to be his daughter ready to suck his cock. Especially when the woman doesn’t look a day over thirty.
“Why don’t you come over here while you think about it,” I said, caressing her one thigh.
“Hmmm?” she murmured, now stroking my cock gently with her hand, her face close to it.
“Come over here,” I repeated. “Put that pretty pussy of yours on my mouth.”
“What? Oh. OH!” she smiled, flushing with excitement. “You want to lick me again? You wanna do a sixty-nine?”
“If you do.”
She answered by climbing on top of me, straddling my head with her lovely legs. “I’m not sure where you want me,” she said.
We figured it out pretty quickly. Again, Sarah clenched her muscles when my tongue touched her. Her sweet musk was stronger now, the flesh hotter. I was just thinking about how it was going to feel to push myself inside her when she first licked me.
“Mmmm,” she said. “I think I might like this.”
I couldn’t say anything to answer her. I was busy with her weeping pussy, but when she first took me into her mouth, I know I leaked.
Somehow, I kept my focus on her lovely womanhood, until she hissed, “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to do this right.”
“That’s okay,” I groaned, feeling her slowly bobbing her head up and down on me. “You’re doing fine.”
When I teased her with my tongue, licking everywhere but her button, she stroked my shaft and suckled my head with her lips. When I hardened my tongue and probed at her opening, she took as much of me in her mouth as she could, moaning and bobbing up and down. When I eased two fingers inside her and flicked my tongue quickly around her clit, she lost her rhythm completely.
“I’m going to cum again,” she whined. “Oh no, I’m going to cum again!”
I worked my fingers inside her, massaging the ridgy sponge inside, while my lips clamped onto her swollen nub.
Sarah forgot about my cock completely, losing herself in a long, vigorous orgasm. I kept massaging her with my fingers, licking and sucking up her fluid. She dropped her head to rest it on my thigh, whimpering as she came. Finally, she gasped, “Don, please!”
“What?”
“Let me catch my breath,” she panted. “I have to take a break.”
She turned and snuggled in my arms, her head on my chest, lightly fondling my cock. “All this time I could have been having that,” she mused. “Is it always that good? Are you some kind of trained expert, or am I just sensitive?”
“Trained?” I chuckled. “No, I’ve just been practicing for over forty years. You know what they say. ‘Find something you like, and try to do it well’.”
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