The Old Lady Next Door - Sex Stories

The Old Lady Next Door

... my hair, making fists and pushing my face harder against her flesh.

Then I started stroking her thighs from hip to knee and back again. In response, she began bucking her hips up from the counter, pressing her pearl powerfully against my mouth.

"More," she moaned, as if it had been years- decades even- since she had released the desire from her loins and had a well of energy in her womb that needed to gush out like an oil well.

I shifted my hand, thrusting the edge of my fingers deep into her cunt, building the tempo with each plunge. It was a struggle to keep my tongue in contact with her dancing clit, but I proved up to the task. I could feel her body vibrating.

The vibrations grew in intensity as she went silent. I wondered briefly if I had prolonged the moment too long. As if in response, she pushed my face even harder against her flesh.

"Fuuuuuuck," she screamed, tensing momentarily before she finally exploded into a climax that spilled me backwards. Since we were still connected, she tumbled down onto my body, still gasping for breath. I held her in my arms until the last aftershock quaked.

Then her kitchen was silent.

She slid off of my body, staying so close that I could feel her breath on my nipples. My cock was stiff again. She watched me glance down.

"I see that you still want to fuck me. That's good, but let's wait until tomorrow. Bring muffins."

I turned to her back door. As I was about to leave, I heard her add, "And Tuesday bring a pound cake if you want to fuck my ass."