Timmy's Talented Tongue Ch. 04

Sheri giggled and climbed out of the cabana, hugging us both and walking away on shaking legs. We sat in our chairs, drinking our drinks, the sun slowly settling on the horizon and the beach getting emptier by the minute.

There's a bike path near the beach, and suddenly a bike appeared at the edge of the sand, a long, gorgeous older woman straddling it as she looked out over the sea. It was Becky, a friend of ours, a stunning 63-year-old shaggy-haired brunette. Becky was a free spirit, single and sexy, a hippie chick who wore no makeup, nor did she need to. Her high cheekbones and angular features were all she needed. There was barely a wrinkle on her well kept body.

And I might add, Becky is natural in many ways: She doesn't shave, her legs or her armpits. Or, Linda and I imagined, her pussy. She wore a tiny tight pair of cut-off jeans, her sinewy legs long and very muscular, and a tight t-shirt. She was soaked with sweat as she dropped her bike and walked to us, smiling.

"Ladies," she laughed, "I just ran into a friend of ours, Meredith, as she was walking home. She had a very interesting story to tell."

"It's not a story, Becky," I smiled, nodding to the cabana. "It's all true!"

"Do you suppose?" she asked, curling a thumb toward it.

"Mi casa est su casa!" Linda laughed, escorting her to the cabana where they knelt and looked inside. "Timmy, another customer!"

"Uh, OK, Mrs. Schuster," he said warily, eyeing the hairy legs of our friend, streaking down her shins and calves, in lesser volume but no less noticeable on her solid, tanned thighs. "If...you say so."

"Oh, we say so," Linda laughed.

We heard Becky purring as she pulled off her clothes and Timmy's astonished gasp.

"Wow," he said. "Your armpits...your pus...your...wow..."

We had to see, so Linda and I sneaked a peek. Becky laid on her back, smiling, naked and arms up, exposing thick swatches of dark brown hair, soaking wet.

"Suck them, lick them, my armpits are very sensitive and I love it when a young man worships them," she said in a throaty growl.

Timmy sighed, wincing slightly at the funky aroma of her right pit as he lay next to her, extending his tongue. Becky's eyes widened at the sight of it, and she thrust a hand into the hairiest pussy we'd ever seen, thick and dark, sweaty and glistening. The bush extended to her tight, lower belly, and coated the inside of her muscular upper thighs.

The boy did his job, lapping through the fur, his long tongue spearing it, tasting the sweat of the hair and flesh of her armpit, moaning as he grew accustomed to the smell and flavor, watching Becky's hairy, sinewy forearm ripple as she worked her pussy. He switched sides, lapping at the other hairy armpit, Becky moaning madly and then grabbing his head, directing her to her legs.

"Lick," she cooed, rubbing Timmy's mouth on her hairy shins, the boy's long tongue sweeping out and over them, so long it extended to the insides of her calves, licking the sweat into his mouth. "Nice, very nice...now...here!"

She expertly swung her legs around his head, clamping her thighs around it, burying the poor boy's face in her sweaty thatch, grinding and moaning. Her eyes widened as Timmy thrust his talented tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it, the wet sounds echoing in the cabana and her thighs tightened around his ears.

"My clit!" she groaned, head snapping from side to side. "Use that fucking tongue on my clit!!"

She loosened her scissor grip on his head to allow him enough space to snake his tongue out of her dripping hole and up through the copious, sweaty mass of pussy hair, the tip of it dancing in a blur at the thick pink clit peeking through. She went wild, hands twisting at her nipples, hips swiveling side to side, feet pounding the sand next to her as she came long, hard and wet over Timmy's face. A thick geyser of woman cum squirted out, a gooey stream of female spunk that squirted out like a firehose, drenching the stunned boy's face, coating him from forehead to neck.

"Holy shit, I've never seen anyone squirt like that, it's like a fucking porno clip!" Linda laughed.

Becky's orgasm abated slowly, her hips moving side to side, her thighs slipping wetly over and around Timmy's face. She released him, legs falling slack and open. The boy rolled over, his cock throbbing in his suit, a huge wet spot marking his frustration. His face was positively soaked with Becky's orgasmic get.

"Mmmm, that was nice, boy, really nice," Becky cooed, rolling to her side and kissing Timmy, lapping her thick juices from his face and kissing him, his long tongue stabbing inside her mouth. "Mmmmmm..."

They kissed for a moment longer, then Becky slowly dressed, a sated look on her pretty face. She kissed us both goodbye, climbed on her bike and pedaled away, those sexy, hairy legs pumped with muscle, gleaming with sweat. We let Timmy rest in the cabana as we relaxed in our chairs, watching the last of the beachgoers leave as dusk neared.

"I think Timmy's ready to be milked again tonight," Linda sighed, sipping the last of our drinks.

"He'll be so ready..."

"Indeed," I smiled, reaching for her silky thigh and squeezing it. "And so are we."

We were about to pack up when we saw a solitary figure down the beach, coming from the road, an elderly woman. She was striding purposefully toward us and as she neared, we could see the anger in her face.

"Houston," Linda said. "We have a problem."

"What...who is that?" I asked, squinting.

"Pat Voller," she sighed. "Timmy's grandmother!"

"Oh, shit, she does not look happy," I said warily.

"TIMOTHY!" Pat cried out as she neared, wearing shorts that revealed her exquisite legs, though wrinkled and saggy were amazingly shapely for a woman pushing 70. "TIMOTHY!"

"OH FUCK!" we heard Timmy gasp from inside the cabana before he stumbled out. "Grandma?"

Pat stormed up to us, her great shock of curly gray hair bobbing atop her pretty head, her stern mouth lined with a lovely pucker of wrinkles. She walked past us and up to Timmy, whose head hung down.

"I've just heard what's been going on here, young man, is it true?" she snarled, grabbing his face and turning it to look at her. "Is it true? You've been...oralizing old women, right here on the beach, in that cabana?"

He cast his eyes at us. We shrugged.

"Uh, Pat, perhaps I should explain," I started to say.

"There's nothing to explain," Pat growled, not looking at us but straight at the humbled teen. "I don't blame you, it's not your fault. But this young man should know better, he's been raised better than that!"

"But Grandma...it's just that...I can't...I mean..." he stammered.

"What, you can't help but put your tongue in their...their VAGINAS!" she shrieked.

"Not just vaginas," Linda giggled, as I shot her a shussing look.

"Oh, not just vaginas, but their..their bummies, too, from what I understand?" she growled. "Oh, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, you are such a naughty young boy who needs to be punished!"

She grabbed his ear, making him howl, twisting him toward the cabana, looking at us for approval. We nodded, pointing to the cabana, and smiled at one another.

"Now lie across Grandma's legs, young man, and take your medicine!"

Slapping sounds followed as Pat rained down with her hand on Timmy's ass, spanking him, making him scream in pain, over and over again, punctuated between slaps with "You bad, bad boy!" Then the spanking stopped for a moment.

"Grandma, no!"

"Yes, Timmy, I can't spank you properly with your bathing suit on!"

"Holy shit, this is getting interesting," Linda cooed, kneeling with me to peer inside the cabana.

Pat had the boy's trunks down, draping him over her lovely old legs, his bare ass white but not for long. Another series of spanks, the poor boy howling, left his gorgeous young ass fiery red as Pat worked him over. Then she stopped, eyes wide.

"What is...oh my GOD, Timothy! Is that...is that your ERECTION pressing between your grandmother's thighs! IS IT?"

"I can't help it!" he screamed. "Please, Grandma, no more, no more!"

"Does your grandmother's spanking turn you on, is that it?" she snapped, slapping his ass over and over again, driving him down to involuntarily fuck Pat's superbly wrinkled thighs. "Oh my God, Timothy, oh my God!"

She punished him as we watched, then stopped again.

"Is it the spanking that has you so...so..hard, or is it...do you...oh my God, Timothy, would my own hairy vagina turn you on, too!" she shrieked. "I cannot believe this...well, there's only one way to find out!"

We couldn't believe it as Pat slithered out of her short shorts, and even her top, sitting naked now in the cabana, as Timmy cowered in a corner, eyeing her as she spread her thighs to show her furry pussy, a thick, gray-white thatch of hair that gleamed with moisture. She glared at him, pointing to it.

"Is this what turns you on, Timothy!" she snarled. "Kneel, here, look at it!"

He shambled over on his knees, his huge dick looking as if it would explode. She saw it and shook her head.

"I cannot believe this, you're even MORE erect looking at this!" she growled. "And look, look at the wetness you've left on my thighs!"

She pointed to her inner wobbly thigh flesh, streaked with huge strands of Timmy's precum from the spanking moments before.

"Lick that off, Timothy, get that disgusting fluid off your grandmother's thighs!"

He gulped and bent between them, that long tongue trembling as he extended it, gingerly lapping his juice off Pat's jiggling thighs, the flesh wrinkled and sagging but looking so incredibly sexy as it did. She leaned back on her arms, her thick tits hanging to the sides, her neck wattle folding under her chin as she tucked it to her chest.

"Oh, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, is this what you like, using that long, long tongue on old women?" she groaned. "I supposed you like THIS, too?"

Linda and I gasped as Pat grabbed the boy's head and rammed his face right into her hairy cunt, slamming her meaty thighs so viciously hard around it the sound rang out crisply off the walls of the cabana. She punched her thighs together in a meaty clap and wrapped her feet together, squeezing Timmy's screaming face into the suffocating depths of her hairy pussy.

"LICK ME!" she screamed, hunching over his trapped face, cupping his head in her hands. "LICK GRANDMA NOW WITH THAT DISGUSTING, BIG TONGUE!!"

He obeyed, slicing his long tongue into the sweaty grip of his grandmother's cunt, thrusting it in and out, Pat screaming with pleasure, fucking his face, grinding her clit into his trapped nose. Timmy's face went blue in his grandma's crushing scissor, and we slid in the tent to watch more closely.

Pat looked up through heavily lidded eyes and winked at us.

"Be good girls now," she cooed, laying back and enjoying Timmy's tongue, unlocking her legs and holding them up under her knees, wiggling her feet. "And lick my feet!"

"Fuck yeah!" Linda moaned.

It was a surreal sight. Timmy lapped madly at his grandmother's soaking slit as she groaned, humping into his face, with Linda and I each taking a rather large, long foot and running our tongues up and down the wrinkled soles, tasting the salt of them, suckling her calloused heels and then licking between her dirty toes, sucking each of them like little cocks. Her feet tasted delicious, rank and raw and sweaty, and it drove her toward a crushing orgasm, her thighs quivering madly as she pumped her quim into her grandson's face, gushing out her gel all over it, nearly drowning him. Her orgasm abated and she dropped her feet to the sand, Timmy sitting back, astonished, panting for air, his face gleaming with his grandmother's orgasmic cream.

"Lie down, boy," she snarled, getting to her knees and pushing the obedient teen to his back. "Lift those legs!"

He didn't know what to expect and neither did we as he obeyed, lifting his legs up, his huge cock flopping halfway up his tight belly, his aching balls hanging full below. She laid down, her pretty, wrinkled face inches from them and looked up into his astonished eyes.

"One thing you probably didn't know," she said with a sly smile, using her fingers to part his ass cheeks, exposing his tight little hairless hole. "Is that long tongues run in the family!"

All three of us gasped as Pat slowly extended her tongue, slick and wet, pushing it out easily as far as Timmy could, and then beyond. The thing was huge, dwarfing even Timmy's six or more inches long, pointy and thick.

"This shouldn't take terribly long," she groaned, sucking it back in and putting her mouth on Timmy's asshole. "As if you deserve it, you filthy boy!"

"OH MY GOD!!" Timmy bellowed.

Pat slowly extended her tongue into his ass, inch by inch, fucking him with it, drilling it deep inside, her mouth open against his butt and now flutter fucking it in and out at blinding speed and causing the most deliciously sexy slurping sounds to echo in the tent, mixed with Timmy's groans and our gasps of astonishment. We watched as his dick trembled on his belly, oozing precum, his balls draped over his grandmother's wrinkled, cooing face. She rammed that incredible tongue deep inside him and held it there, apparently wiggling the tip against his prostate, which made him scream louder still.

And then he came. With no one touching it, his dick erupted from the sheer forbidden pleasure of his grandmother's long tongue burrowing deep in his asshole, thick jets of cum splashing his face, into his mouth, down his chest and belly. Linda and I could only watch, unable to move, transfixed by the sight of a near 70 year old woman ass tonguing a boy more than 50 years younger to a massive orgasm.

When it was done, she slurped her tongue from his ass, smiling, working her way up his nuts with it, then cock, then through the sheets of hot spunk on his belly and chest, curling thick clumps into her mouth. She leaned over him, his eyes wide open in disbelief, and kissed him, shooting his cum into his mouth, their long tongues washing over each other. Linda and I moaned, laying down next to them, licking more cum from him. Pat giggled, turning to each side to thrust that massive tongue of hers into our mouths, snowballing the incredible cream between us. When she finally stopped and sat back, our faces, Timmy's and hers were smeared completely with spunk.

"Well now," she sighed, pulling her clothes back on. "I do hope you've learned your lesson, young man!"

We could only watch as she slipped Timmy's trunks back on, the boy still wide eyed, unable to speak. We left the cabana and stood in the gathering darkness. Pat smiled at us, taking Timmy's hand.

"He's coming home with me, ladies," she said, walking with him down the beach. "I think I've earned him for the rest of the weekend. I promise, I loan him back to you - and the others and anyone else you can think of - when I'm done!"

"Holy...fucking...shit..." Linda sighed, watching them disappear into the dark.

"Yes," I said as we gathered up our stuff for the walk home. "I do hope she won't be too long!"