"I Can't Stop Loving You," Ch. 05

They had sex night and day as if they were young newlyweds. Whether bending her forward to make love to her from behind as if she was a dog in heat or mounting her in the missionary position, he was her best lover. Flexible for an older man, her favorite position was the sixty-nine position where he impaled her mouth with his enormous prick while licking and fingering her pussy. By far, he was the best pussy licker she had ever had.

Just as his favorite sexually thing to do was to lick her pussy was fingering her pussy, she loved sucking his cock. Just as he was a talented pussy licker, she was a talented cocksucker. When Walter was fingering her while licking her and while reaching up to feel her big tits and finger her nipples, it didn't take her long to cum. When she stroked him while sucking him, stroking him faster while sucking him deeper, it didn't take him long to cum either.

When she blew him and when he ejaculated, she always swallowed. She couldn't believe that Mary not only seldom gave him a blowjob but she never allowed him to cum in her mouth. If she blew him at all, it was just kissing his cock or licking his prick. She never really took him in her mouth in the way that Susan relished blowing him. Growing accustomed to humping her mouth and fucking her face while feeling her big tits and fingering her nipples, a day didn't go by when she didn't blow Walter.

"Cum Walter. Cum in my mouth. I need to taste you. I need to swallow you. I love sucking your big cock, Walter," she said temporarily removing his cock to speak before swallowing his big prick again.

In all of the years he was married to Mary, Walter confessed that he never laughed as much and had as much fun with Mary as he had with Susan. In all of the years he was married to Mary, Walter confessed that he never had as much sex in the last three years he was with Susan than in all of the years he was married to Mary. With him not having any children, in the way that William and Patrick made sure that Susan was comfortably taken care of, when Walter died three years later, he left everything to her too.

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Four years after Susan met Walter, a year after Walter died, 43-years-old now, she met John at, where else, the cemetery. With her good looks, sexy, shapely body, and with so very many baby boomer older men, there was seemingly an endless supply of widowed, older gentlemen for Susan to meet. As if this particular, final resting place was haunted by this song, the sound of Ray Charles singing "I Can't Stop Loving You," drifted through the cemetery in the way of an aphrodisiac.

In the way she heard Walter shuffling behind her in the grass, she heard John walking up behind her too. Seemingly with her good looks, with her looking much younger than she was, and with her long, blonde hair, slim body, and her big tits, she was an elderly man magnet. Her natural blonde hair was a spotlight that shined and reflected her sexual lust to those men who had a thing for having sex with a woman young enough to be their daughter. Young enough but not too young, seemingly, she had all the physical characteristics that older men wanted a younger women to have. With her being not too young and not too old, and with her looking much younger than she really was, obviously, she was everything that their wives were not.

"Pardon me," said an elderly man standing behind her. He seemed to be in his late sixties or early seventies, "I'm sorry to bother you but I couldn't help but overhearing that song. I love that song. That was my wife's favorite love song and has since become one of my favorite melodies too. Matter of fact, I absolutely love every song that you played."

She gave him a sad smile while turning off Walter's cassette recorder. Pretending not to notice him whenever he visited his wife, she had been scouting him for weeks. If only he knew that she wanted him as her new Daddy as much as he sexually wanted her as sexy, sexual playmate and arm candy, she wondered what he'd think. She wondered what he'd say. A win/win for both, with her wanting his money and him wanting her body, what was wrong with an older man finding some sexual pleasure with a younger woman?

"Love songs are my favorite. Sometimes they make me happy and other times they make me sad," she said looking at Walter's headstone before looking back at him. "With me surrounded by death and sadness, the cemetery seems to be the perfect place to play love songs.

In the same way that William, Patrick, and Walter looked at her as if she was an apparition, a blonde, busty angel that haunted the cemetery, John looked at her in that way too.

"I'm John," he said holding out his hand.

He grasped her hand in the way she'd no doubt soon be grasping her big tits and groping her shapely ass.

"Nice to meet you, John. I'm Susan," she said with a come hither smile.

She grasped his hand in the way she'd no doubt soon be grasping his cock. As if he was already confessing his sexual attraction to her, undressing her with his eyes, he drank her all in with his stare. She caught him looking down her top at her long line of cleavage and her low cut bra.

"I couldn't help notice that every time I'm here visiting my deceased wife, I see you here too." He looked down at the tombstone in front of her while no doubt noting the age of the deceased by his question. "Was Walter your father?"

As if she was getting ready to blow him, she moved from her seated position to move to her knees. She flipped back her long, blonde, lush hair with a toss of her pretty head to give him a sexy smile. As if she already had his cock in her mouth, she looked up at him with her big, blue eyes and gave him a naughty.

"Father? Heavens no, Walter wasn't my biological father. If he was my biological father what we had would have been incestuous and the sex we had would have been incest," she said with a dirty laugh. "He was my Daddy," she said giving him another sexy smile and another naughty look.

Obviously excited by her confession that Walter was her Daddy and seemingly enlightened by the expression on his face, he looked at her with new insight. He looked at her in the way that Walter looked at her when she told him that Patrick was her Daddy, the same way that Patrick looked at her when she told him the William was her Daddy.

'Who's your Daddy? Whoever is still alive and kicking and has the price to pay her admission is her Daddy.'

He looked at the tombstone again, no doubt calculating the age of Walter. If Susan read his face correctly and no doubt she did, he was probably thinking that if she'd have sex with Walter, she'd have sex with him too. No doubt, he was encouraged that she had a thing for older men.

"Your daddy?" He looked at her with confusion and paused as if rethinking what he was about to say. Obviously thinking better of it, he blurted out his thoughts anyway. "As in Sugar Daddy?"

She frowned and shook her head from side to side.

"Sugar Daddy? God no. We were friends, best friends, and close companions who grew to become lovers. Now with him gone, I'm so alone and so lonely," she said so sadly while looking at him as if she was about to cry. She wiped a non-existent tear from her eye. "I miss him so very much. I miss my Daddy."

With her knowing just the right amount of cleavage to show, she tossed back her long, blonde hair again while looking up at him with her big, blue eyes. She gave him a smile that obviously melted his heart, hardened his cock, and relaxed his checkbook in the way she had done with Walter and Patrick and William before him. She stood and leaned forward to pick up her blanket and when she did, her low cut blouse fell forward. As if there was a sign hanging from her neck with an arrow that read, look here, he stared down at her long, line of cleavage and sexy, low cut bra.

"May I buy you a cup of coffee?"

As if coffee was the code word for him asking her for sex, it was obvious that she had another older man hooked on her sexual hook. She just needed to reel him in while showing him that she was as sincere as she was sexy. She wrapped her arms around herself to brace herself from the imagined chill of the weather.

"I could use a cup of coffee," she said.

As if she was already his girlfriend, his companion, and his lover, he put his arm around her waist and escorted her to his two tone, gold and black Bentley. Bolder than William, Patrick, or Walter was when first meeting her, John was upfront with his sexual intentions. Obviously a very wealthy man judging him by his very expensive automobile and by the size of the monument he dedicated to his beloved wife, Elaine. As long as he didn't live longer than a few years, Susan may have hit the proverbial jackpot in befriending John.

"Maybe, I could be your Daddy too," he said reaching around her to place a naughty hand at the top of her shapely ass.

Dropping his hand lower, he gave her ass a long feel and a gentle squeeze before Susan removed his hand. She took his arm in her hand in the way she'd be taking his cock in her hand before taking his stiff prick in her mouth and hopefully in her pussy.

"Yes, I'd like that but if you're going to be my Daddy, you must behave. Being that I'd like for you to be my new Daddy, you wouldn't want a daughter who was a whore, would you?" she said giving him a naughty look with a sexy smile.

She gave him a sexy look and a naughty smile.

"Perhaps not a whore in public but what we do behind closed bedroom doors is our business," he said with a dirty laugh.

He gave her a look that promised her a monetary lifestyle she could only imagine.

"Friends first, then companions, and if you play your cards right, possibly lovers too," she said giving him a look that promised him a sexual lifestyle that he could only imagine.

He smiled.

"Touché," he said.

She took his arm and walked him to their cars.

"You lead the way and I'll follow you in my Cadillac."

THE END

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