Flirty Gertie

When I'd dipped my fingers into Trudi in the past, stroking her clit, I could feel that it was considerably bigger than Cathy's little bud. Now I saw it, it looked huge, shining out at me like a beautiful pearl, sitting proud in its oyster shell. I prodded it with my tongue and Trudi gave a little whimper; then I pressed it with my teeth and she lifted off the bed as if an electric current had shot through her. She gasped "Oh Christ Johnny, lick me out, please." I rimmed her pussy lips with my tongue then thrust it into her, loving the sweet and sour taste of her, waggling it around and thrilling to her loud moans as her fingers raked across my scalp.

After a bit of experimentation I found the best position, for both of us, was me holding Trudi's pussy lips wide apart with my fingers while I licked up and down her slit, the middle finger of one hand rooting around in the bottom of her cunt while the same finger on the other hand pressed and tweaked her clit. Her thin thighs rested on my shoulders, her heels rubbing on my back, and she bucked and squirmed so much as I paid homage to her pussy that in the end she was virtually sitting on my face, and I was straining my neck to keep reaching my tongue deep into her. After a few minutes of that my prick was straining so hard I thought the skin might burst, and I gave Trudi an almighty fuck, her thighs still over my shoulders, leaving both of us breathless and completely drained for several minutes. When she could finally speak again, Trudi leaned over me, swinging her tits so that her nipples brushed across my back, and said affectionately, "Fucking hell Johnny, with all the things I've had up me I didn't expect to wait nearly 70 years for the best shag of my life."

I hardly used my flat anymore, only really going up there to change my clothes. A lot of my stuff migrated down to Trudi's place, but I had to keep enough upstairs to stop Cathy from getting suspicious. One morning, as I was getting ready for work, Trudi said from her bed, "It's a pity your Cathy comes down here every single weekend. Just once in a while I'd like to spend some proper time with you. Can't you put her off now and again?" The more I thought about it, the more I thought that I'd rather spend my time with my lovely Trudi anyway than with Cathy, with her snooty attitude towards my neighbour and her dull missionary-position-only hang-ups. I loved Trudi and I loved being with her. So later that day I 'phoned Cathy and told her I wasn't free that weekend. I should have told her then that we were finished, but somehow I just never got round to it. Trudi and I had a lovely Saturday at London Zoo. Neither of us had been there for years, and it was great fun. I suppose people who saw us assumed I was taking my granny out for the day, but she gave me a stiffy just with the suggestive way she licked an ice cream. I made sure she repeated the movements on my cock that night! We spent most of Sunday in bed, reading the papers, watching a bit of TV and expressing our love for each other.

Cathy 'phoned me a few times the following week, but each time either I was with Trudi or just recognised the incoming number and didn't answer. She tried me once at work, but I got our team secretary to say I wasn't available. I arrived home on Friday, looking forward to another weekend break with Trudi -- to find Cathy waiting on the doorstep for me. When we got upstairs she sat on the sofa, running her finger disdainfully through a thin layer of dust on the coffee table, and demanded to know what was going on. So I told her I was seeing someone else, and who it was. I'm not sure what reaction I was expecting, but she leapt off the sofa and stamped her foot, snapping at me "For fuck's sake John, what do you take me for? I can quite believe you've been dipping your wick behind my back, but not with fucking Grandma Moses downstairs. Now who is she?" I was annoyed at her response, but I remained icy calm. I told her if she didn't believe me to go down and ask Trudi to show her my clothes hanging in the wardrobe. She still didn't want to believe it at first, but finally she stormed out, screeching, "Jesus Christ, how can you want that...that CORPSE over me? You're fucking sick, the pair of you. Don't you ever try to make contact with me again."

Shortly after that I moved in permanently with Trudi and gave up my own flat. We went around together quite openly, but most of our neighbours had no idea what our relationship was. The few people who did know seemed to think it was either a bit weird, or quite funny, or, in the case of Trudi's friends her own age, cause for envy. We went to the theatre together, ate out occasionally, and basically lived like any other happy, loving couple. I even took her to meet my grandma in South London, who's just a bit older than Trudi, simply introducing her as my downstairs neighbour. They seemed to have a lot in common, and I got a secret amusement out of seeing my lover and the woman who'd bounced me on her knee as a baby getting on like old friends. That was, until I realised with horror that Trudi was telling Gran exactly how close the two of us were! I felt my face burning with embarrassment, and I waited for Gran to order us both never to darken her doorstep again. Then, with shock, I noticed a wistful look in her eye, she patted me on the knee and said, "You lucky cow, I wish I could find a nice randy young stud to give me my oats whenever I want. Eh Johnno?" Believe me, I couldn't get out of there quick enough.

One night when Trudi and I were lying having a kiss and a cuddle, I told her that, bearing in mind she was far more experienced than me, if there was anything else she ever wanted me to do for her she had only to ask. She looked at me nervously. "Well Johnny," she said hesitantly, "there is one thing. You might think it's a bit naughty I suppose, but..." A few minutes later Trudi was kneeling on all fours while I rubbed my hot stiff cock, shining with her saliva, up and down the crease of her bum. I could actually feel her trembling with anticipation, and there was a slight quaver in her voice as she husked, "Ooh, please Johnny darling, shove it up me." I gripped the skinny cheeks of her bottom and positioned the tip of my prick against the puckered hole of her anus. Trudi's trembling increased. Slowly, centimetre by centimetre, I pushed my rod up her backside. With each shove she gave a little whimper. Finally I was in as far as I could go, and I started humping her arse, with slow, hard strokes. It felt gorgeous -- not as warm and welcoming as her vastly experienced cunt, but a lot tighter, and a really lovely screw. I was enjoying it so much I found it difficult to keep up my slow rhythm, and she sighed, moaned and pushed back at me with every stroke. To increase the pleasure for Trudi I reached around her and pushed a hand into her pussy, twiddling my fingers around and stroking her big clitty. As I felt my orgasm building up I lay along her back and, clutching a tits in my spare hand, asked if she wanted me to pull out. She moaned "No sweetheart, please don't", so I carried on and shot my load straight up her bum. She screamed as my jizz entered her, and bucked under me like a wild thing.

We've been together more than a year now. When we want to fuck in a sweet, loving way we do it face-to-face, gazing into each other's eyes, murmuring endearments to each other and frequently pausing to kiss. When we want really hard sex I enter her from behind, either up her cunt or up her arse, or both if we've both got the strength! Of course, we do a lot of sucking, nibbling and licking in-between too. Sometimes we just spend a whole day or evening sitting in the sitting room, or lying in bed, talking to each other, and of course we spend a lot of time doing the normal things couples do. For someone of her age she's quite sexually demanding though, and just occasionally after a full day at work I have trouble keeping up with her. I don't know how long we can last together -- but then no-one does, do they? Trudi's last medical exam suggested she's in perfect health; all I do know is that I can't imagine being in love with anyone more than I am with her, and I intend to enjoy every moment of our relationship for as long as possible.