How Old Is Too Old

How old is too old?

I was inspired to write this story by a lady I met, who was in her seventies and single, but still enjoying a wild and varied sex life.

I'd been looking forward to Mandy and Dave's sex party for weeks. They were a lovely couple and held their parties three or four times a year. I was always on the guest list with a plus one, but this time I'd been let down by my chosen lady friend and found myself arriving at their front door unaccompanied.

Opening the door, I saw Dave heading across the hall, from the kitchen, to the living room.

"Hi Peter, come on through and meet some of the guests," he said as he smiled in my direction.

Dave owned a building contractor company. He and his wife Mandy lived in a large house on a quiet leafy road, situated on the edge of town. A large garden surrounded the property and ensured they weren't overlooked by neighbours. Mandy kept house, and like Dave, had a high sex drive. I'd know them both for years and knew they enjoyed the open marriage lifestyle they shared. I'd had a fling with Mandy a few years back, obviously with Dave's full knowledge and the only way to describe Mandy would be insatiable. She was a petite attractive brunette, slim and nicely put together. She had girlfriends as well as boyfriends, and sex was never far from her mind. She'd shared with me her love of sex, and if she wasn't screwing, she'd be masturbating, her sex drive was off the scale. She had, without doubt the largest selection of sex and fetish toys and accessories I'd ever seen which I knew would be out on display tonight for everyone to use and have fun with.

Dave was tall and muscular, with work man's hands and an exceptionally girthy cock. Together, they were simply a lovely couple.

I followed Dave into the living room, where he was handling drinks to a couple I'd seen before at these functions. I hope there'll be some new guests arriving I thought to myself as Dave turned to me and bear hugging me, as was his way, said he'd be back in a second with a drink for me.

Glancing around the room I smiled and nodded hello's to the assembled folk, all chatting socially in pairs. Mandy glanced my way, touching a younger guy she had been chatting with on the wrist, to break their conversation for a second, she smiled that smile which screamed, I hope you're going to fuck me again before the end of the night. I returned a cheeky smile which told her all she needed to know and she continued her seduction of the guy who must have been twenty years her junior. Leaning into him to display her ample cleavage and running her fingers through her hair in a definite come on gesture to him.

Dave returned with my drink, and remarked how pleased he was to see me, but quickly rushed away to get more drinks for new arrivals.

I kinda wished I wasn't alone, as I made my way around the couples all engaged in frantic conversations, when I spotted a lady sitting on her own. It was still light and she was looking out onto the garden. She looked quite out of place, much older than the other guest's in the room, she must be in her seventies I thought. She looked dignified and very well groomed, her grey hair swept into a naturally wavy bob. The empty chair next to her, looked like a good place for me to start my socialising, before things inevitably hotted up and I was curious to find out exactly what this elderly lady was doing at a sex party. I made my way over and with the faintest cough, I asked,

"would you mind if I join you"?

She looked up and with a smile and replied.

"Please do, I love gardens in late spring when the flowering bulbs are at their best and the early growth of the perennials are that vivid green, signaling new life" she commented.

I sat down in the chair as she turned to face me. She had an air of confidence which suited her age, and I desperately tried to divert my mind from trying to work out just how old she was. She'd obviously been a very attractive lady in her younger days, and she still held herself well, with upright posture which emphasised her slim build and long neck. Her face had lines, but her well applied make up made her look still very attractive.

"I'm Patricia" she introduced herself as I sat myself in the matching window chair.

"I'm pleased to meet you Patricia, I'm Peter", I replied.

"And how does a single man like you manage an invite to this kind of party"? Patricia asked me.

"Oh, I've known Dave and Mandy for years" I answered.

"I wasn't supposed to be alone, but was stood up at the last minute" I explained.

"Well thank goodness you were, I only enyoy these parties when I'm on my own, part of the excitement, makes for a better hunt" Patricia concluded.

Had I just heard right, this lady who must have been in her seventies, actually saw this as a chance to hunt for sex.

My mind was confused as I tried to regain composure.

Spotting my confusion, Patricia went on to fill in some gaps for me.

"My husband sadly passed over twenty years ago. I'd not had a particularly high sex drive when I was younger, but the menopause in my mid fifties changed all that. That was twenty years ago and although I'd never take another full time partner, I have loved sex in my older years and have explored my sexuality, especially my submissive side. I've realised that in my normal life I need to be strong and in control, I've nobody else to do it for me, so allowing myself to be dominated sexually is my escape valve and I crave and need the control of a dominant man when I fuck", she explained.

Trying to digest all that this petite, elderly lady had just said I struggled to imagine her frailty being dominated, or even used sexually by a man.

"So how do you know Dave and Mandy? " I enquired, not being able to think of anything else to say.

"Oh I met them at a party last month", Patricia answered.

"I do my best to get invited to as many parties as I can, not just the thrill and enjoyment of the evening, but I meet men I can trust to take care of my needs during the in-between times", said Patricia

"I had fun with them both" she stated with a coy smile, her face lighting up as she reminisced.

"Mandy has a deliciously sweet gash, and Dave had me screaming as he fucked me doggy, with my arms pulled behind my back, every pump from his deliciously thick cock, thrust my face into his wife's wet pussy, it was heaven" she concluded.

With that statement, she moved closer to me, I could smell her perfume and got more than a fleeting glance down the front of her blouse, where her slightly wrinkled yet ample tits nestled into a black and red bra, she whispered in my ear.

"Do you want to fuck me? Sitting here talking to you has made me horny and wet." Patricia whispered.

She brushed her hand up the inside of my leg and started to stroke my cock through my suit trousers. I glanced around the room and nobody was watching. My breathing increased as the situation developed, my cock was getting hard and her other hand was pulling at my belt.

"Please fuck me", "I've been so horny for tonight and I haven't the patience to enter into any more small talk. I will comply to your every desire" Patricia purred.

"Don't you want to go to one of the bedrooms where we can have more privacy?" I responded quietly.

"I'm as horny as fuck, I want them to watch you fuck me, I want them to see this fat cock of yours make my pussy squirt, I want you to hold me down by my throat, and fuck all three of my holes, somebody needs to get this party started, I've a feeling they could talk all night, someone needs to break the ice" Patricia countered.

Her obvious desire for sex and the fact that she now had a hand in my boxers and was rhythmically wanking my cock was too much for me to reject. Although Patricia was not at all the kind of sex partner I had envisaged at the start of the evening, I found myself incredibly turned on by the thought of having this lady who was almost old enough to be my grandmother.

Firmly taking her hand from my unzipped trousers, I pulled her from the chair and onto her knees in front of me. Releasing my now fully erect penis from my shorts, I grasped her by the hair and pulled her face down only my cock. She didn't struggle, placing her hands on my thighs, she started to swirl her tongue around the mushroom head and bob gently onto my swollen manhood. My firm grip on her hair had it pulled up away from her face and allowed her to give me clear eye contact as she slowly took my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

The other guests at the party had all now noticed what was going on in the large bay window and had moved closer to watch the show. I think the old lady was right, someone had to get things started, and we were the star attraction at this moment.

I decided to test her submissive claim, and so without removing my cock from her mouth, I forced her back on her knees standing myself upright until her head was back against her chair and my legs straddled her, this put me firmly in control. I pushed forward, forcing the head of my cock into her throat. She coughed and gagged, but I was relentless and fucked her face for all to see. To my surprise, she relaxed her neck and seemed happy with me using her throat as though it was a fleshlight and I was even more surprised when she pushed her tongue forwards and started to lick the underside of my full tight balls with my cock buried to the hilt in her throat.

Was I really treating this old woman as a complete oral slut, her three holes comment flashed into my head and as I slowly eased my cock from her mouth and she let out a little whimper, almost protesting at the fact that I was depriving her of the taste of my cock.

Grabbing her hair again, I pulled her to her feet and clasping her slender throat I kissed her for the first time. It was a slow deep lingering kiss and it surprised me how she kissed like a younger woman might, I'm not really sure what I was expecting, but as our tongues parted, I spun her around to face the back of her chair and as she gripped it with her hands, I unceremoniesly hitched up her pencil skirt until it was around her waist. revealing a pair of black stockings, vintage black thick strapped suspenders and a pair of black and red crouchless knickers, displaying her already damp pussy. Spreading her legs by kicking her stiletto heeled shoes apart, I saw her cunt for the first time, her pussy was exposed, outside of her skin. She had a large labia, and an engourged clit hood standing proud, and displaying a fat lady cock head which protruded invitingly.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face in her slippery muff. She moaned in satisfaction and pushed back against my face, my tongue was enjoying her sweet taste as I breathed in her sexual aroma, I licked around the folds of her labia and flicked my tongue against her protruding clit, she shook, making deep gutterel moans as I stabbed my cock into her wetness. Then, my tongue was circling her brown star as I parted her butt cheeks and rimmed her arse.

Dave stepped forward from the crowd that had gathered in the living room to face her. He released his girthy cock from his trousers and fed it to her, she eagerly sucked and choked on his cock now while I sucked on her clit and felt the first of her orgasms rip through her, she was getting off at being watched, being used. I stood up, my trousers around my ankles and my shorts pulled under my ball sack as I nudged my stiff shaft against her wetness. Her legs were spread wide and I easily entered her and started to pump her pussy, a sharp slap across her arse had her moaning again and I took her arms which were using the chair as support and pinned them behind her back. Dave was continuing to use her mouth as mandy moved forward and felt between Patricia's legs, finding her clit and then frigging it quickly, I could feel a second orgasm building in her pussy, and when it hit, she clenched around my cock and almost made me cum.

"You dirty whore, I want to taste your sopping cunt", Mandy purred in her ear.

And removing her top, so her tits were visible, Mandy crouched beneath Patricia, and began sucking on her clit as I fucked her.

Others in the gathering had started their own action a couple of women were on their knees, sucking the cocks of men who looked on watching the action, there was a couple on the large sofa by the fireplace actually fucking each other.

Patricia managed to free her face from Dave's cock for a second to cry out.

"My arse, please do my arse".

Not wanting to disappoint, I removed my cock from her clenched pussy and positioned it against the puckered flower of her arse hole. Pressing forward, I broke through her tight ring as she gasped and screamed. Between Dave's cock filling her mouth, Mandy's tongue working her fat clit and my shaft slowly inching into her arse, she was being used like a porn star and she was loving it.

Once my cock was fully inside her, I gave her a second to relax, then started to fuck her. Mandy was still licking her fat lady bud and each time I thrust my cock into her, she squirted from the front of her cunt.

Her arse was so tight and her sexual noises so loud, that soon I felt my orgasm building deep in my loins, I knew it was going to be powerful as my legs started to tremble and suddenly I was jetting wad after wad of my spunk into her arse. I leant against her to steady myself as the action slowed and I felt my cock start to soften, still in her arse. She lifted herself upright with the help of the chair and as Mandy, complete with soaked, dripping tits moved away and dave who it seemed had spunked in Patricia's mouth too, pulled away from her, she turned and slumped back in the chair, panting after such a workout.

"Fuck, that was so hot, exactly what I needed to get the evening started" Patricia exclaimed.

"Be a darling and get me a drink of water please" the old lady requested.

I returned with a glass of iced water which she sipped.

"That was perfect" she smiled as she spoke, slipping a hand into her bag and producing a card. "

"I'd love to see you again Peter, my number is on the card" she said in between heavy breaths.

"Give me a second to recover and I think it's time to mingle" Patricia said between sips.

She was soon looking respectable again and gave me a peck on the lips, before she moved away, her heels clicking on the parquet flooring. I took a minute to collect my thoughts before I too tidied myself and rejoined the party, I only saw Patricia again once that evening, she was laying back on a sofa, as a black guy with an enormous cock was roughly thrusting into her. She gave me a little smile and a wink as she noticed me.

I left the party in the small hours, thinking that I would definitely see Patricia again in the future and that perhaps I'd be all together wrong with my ageist views, perhaps you really are never too old.