Pay it forward - Sex Stories

Pay it forward

... ability.

I began to slowly stroke his shaft, which thickened to my touch. The whole thing grew, not much bigger or thicker, but fuller and harder. It now felt like an iron bar in my hand. As I stroked it, my own flood gates opened, and I could feel my panties become wet. I shifted on the seat again, this time, giving myself a little stimulation. I took to rocking slightly on the chair, which had the effect of allowing my lips to crush and uncrush, sending mild waves of pleasure into my tummy.

I found my own breath becoming a little more labored as I continued to stroke his penis, giving some attention to the large head. I was greeted with soft little moans from the man, obviously enjoying the experience. I continued to stroke him, occasionally replenishing the spit on my hand to keep him lubricated.

My other hand creeped up by itself and my thumbnail began to lightly rub at my panties. I was incredibly turned on by now.

The look of pure enjoyment on his face filled me with warmth and good feeling. I don't know what came over me, but I bent down and took the head of his cock in my mouth.

He gasped and I instantly felt his hand on my head, holding gently, not pressuring or pushing. I licked the head of his cock, down and around his glans, then took the whole thing in my mouth. I let my saliva flood down his shaft to meet my hand, just as my own juices began to run, fully soaking my panties.

The old man was panting slightly now, and my head was bobbing ...

... quicker on his cock. I let go of my panties for a moment and began to fondle his saggy balls with my hand. I detected a change in his breathing, then he quietly said. "Careful, I'm going to come shortly."

Maybe, it was his continued politeness, that voice, or my own state of arousal, but I took that as a challenge rather than a warning.

His cum hit the back of my throat in gallons and with surprising force. Even as it made me gag, I kept sucking and stroking him. He moaned and groaned, raising his bony ass high of the bed as he kept filling me with his semen.

I swallowed and sucked and stroked until I heard his breathing return to normal. Then, wiping my mouth, I carefully rearranged his gown and the bedclothes.

"Oh, my dear, that was the most wonderful feeling I've had in a long time. Thank you so much."

"Just paying it forward." I smiled. "Do you think you'll be able to sleep now?"

"Yes, dear. I think I'll probably have a wonderful sleep with lots of great dreams."

"Good. I do aim to please."

"And what about yourself?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Well, I'd hate to leave you high and dry having given me such a gift. It seems only fair?"

"Oh, that's really not necessary ..." I said, half wondering what he had in mind.

"Here, stand by the bed and let me see if I can't offer you at least a modicum of the pleasure you've given me."

Well, what can I say? I've always been told to respect my elders. I stood by the bed. He leaned over and slid his cold bony hand ...