Why I Like Old Guys

Glad you like my stories, I have so many if I could only find the time to write. I have had a very naughty (nasty!) life. I love HOT sex and always have, except my first husband was a real prude. So from about age 18 to 35 a lot of my stories involve flashing (lots of flashing!) and teasing. I wouldn't cheat on my husband BUT I thought that I could do just about anything else, except fucking and not be cheating!

My husband was old-fashioned and wanted me to stay at home, which was fine for a while. So I had lots of free time which allowed for a lot boredom and loneliness. Something I used to like to do in the summer was lie out in the backyard and work on my tan. I had made a teeny-tiny little string bikini (back then we didn't call them thongs, those were flip-flops) that just barely covered me; and of course when I lay on stomach I would undo the top. I was 19 or 20 years old and I thought I looked pretty hot.

My neighbor was a retired 'gentleman', probably in his 70's and it seemed he was always tinkering in his yard whenever I was outside, especially if I was tanning. I loved it and would raise up on my elbows so that he could get a good look at my breast. When I lay on my back I made a special effort to pull my string bottoms up snug, pulling the material up between my pussy lips.

He always wanted to talk and after about the second week he began coming over to my yard and would sit next to me. I really teased (tortured) him and after a few weeks I finally I asked him to rub some lotion on my back.

I thought he was going to have a heart attack! He slowly began rubbing the lotion on my shoulders then worked his way down my back. He would give 'extra' attention to the exposed sides of my breast and I would raise up just enough that his fingers could touch my nipples.

He at first seemed hesitate about my butt, then suddenly I could feel both his hands massaging my ass, first tenderly, then a bit more aggressively. The little string that ran up my ass didn't hide anything as I could feel him pulling my cheeks apart. I'm sure he was looking at my little puckered butthole because he was making noises and grunting! I must admit I was becoming aroused; my pussy gets really wet when I'm excited and my clit (which is already big) becomes very swollen.

I think he must have noticed my wetness, or maybe it was that I was moaning a bit, because he started rubbing my thighs. Gently pulling my legs apart, he was grasping the top of my leg while one hand was pressing against my cunt. Rubbing, caressing, massaging I was out of it! He told me to turn over on my back and obediently (not realizing he had untied my bottoms and forgetting my top was undone), I did. I was lying in my backyard (with a chain-link fence), in the middle of the day, stark naked. And I didn't care.

He began with one hand rubbing lotion on my breast; my nipples were so sensitive, I was on fire with excitement. With his other hand he didn't waste any time and began massaging my pussy, spreading my lips open so that he could pinch my fat clit. My eyes were closed and I was in ecstasy as he began fingering my hole, still rubbing my clit with his thumb. I was rising up to meet his hand, trying to get more of his fingers in me, when I felt one of his fingers slide into my ass. My pussy was creaming so much my entire crotch was drenched with my juices, making it easy for him to slide two or three fingers in my butt. He began fingering my ass like it was my pussy. I had never had this happen before and felt like I was going to scream.

Then I felt his mouth on me. He was sucking my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth and sucking it so hard I felt like it would explode. Still fingering my asshole and his other hand under me, he was pulling my body up off the lounge to his face, the wetness of his spit and my pussy juice made for some very noisy slurping.

Then I was hit with wave after wave of orgasm. More juices were gushing out of my pussy. It looked like I was peeing, just gushing all over his face. I couldn't believe it; I had never cummed like that. I was embarrassed and at first wouldn't open my eyes. I was just supposed to tease him not let him gain total control. Like I said earlier, I wouldn't cheat on my husband, but he hadn't put his dick in my pussy. So technically (in my rationalization) this wasn't cheating.

After what seemed forever (though it was probably only a couple of seconds), I opened my eyes and he was kneeling beside me, his pants open. He was jacking off. Squeezing his cock just inches from my face, he was stroking it faster and faster. The head looked huge. It was purple and the veins along the side appeared engorged with blood. Squeezing it harder, it was pulsing, throbbing as he kept stroking it. He seemed to be punishing himself, beating it with his hand as the head oozed a milky precum. Then with his free hand he pulled my head to him, ramming his thick, hard cock into my mouth and down my throat.

Gagging, I was at first scared, then I was able to get into his rhythm, and after a few minutes of fucking my face, he pulled out of my mouth and started jacking off, his dick aimed at my open lips. Almost immediately a thick rope of his cum came spurting out, missing my mouth and laying across the side of my face. I remember how warm it felt. Then another and another. Some of it landing in my mouth, but a lot on my face. As he finished he rubbed the head of his cock in the cum, spreading it over my face. I could feel it running down my cheeks, I felt covered in his stickiness. Then, with his dick covered in his cum, he again put it back in my mouth, slowly moving in and out letting me milk every last drop.

We had a lot of fun that summer but I never would let him fuck my pussy, that would be cheating; though there were some afternoons I let him shoot his big, thick wad on my cunt, then rub the cum all over my pussy and clit with the head of his wet, hard dick.

He liked me to use both my hands to hold my pussy lips open as he spread his cum on my hole and clit. He would tease me by rubbing his head just at the opening of my hole, holding his cock, he would let the head just barely go in, then he would rub it around my clit, then back to my hole, just barely in, then he would rub it around on my asshole. Repeating over and over until..

Then instead of just barely going in my ass, he would slide it in deep, almost ramming it, then grinding his pelvis hard against my ass, his hard dick filling my ass. He would slam my asshole over and over; fucking me until his cum was running down his cock. God I love a cock in my ass.

Oh yeah, he convinced me that ass-fucking was not the same as pussy fucking, therefore I was not cheating!

-roni