Author's Note: Kenneth has told us how he at last got his mouth on octogenarian Edna's large enchanting nipples. He discovered that Edna's ultra-sensitive nips were on direct circuits to her pussy. When he sucked them he energized the circuits so superbly that Edna came wildly, swooned and peed on herself. Just before slipping into satiated slumber Edna asked Kenneth if he would like it were she to suck his penis. Taking up his story beginning the following day, Kenneth continues his fond recollections of what happened long ago.
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I awoke the next morning with the feel and texture of Edna's nipples so vivid in memory that it almost seemed I could still taste them in my mouth. What an incredibly moving sexual exploit we had achieved. Although Edna had been the one to gain release in her massive orgasm, it was I who had been the mad organist bringing her body to reverberating crescendo. I could not help preening inside. I basked in the emotional sunshine of my prowess as a lover, notwithstanding my physical limitations.
Even more, I was full of anticipatory excitement that had my cock leaking, twitching and sensitive. Edna had implied she would suck my cock! From sexually parched for years, I felt as though I was about to be, dans un cave où y a du bon vin . . . I would, I hoped, drink my fill of the sexual fulfillment to be quaffed in the warm, welcoming caverns of Edna.
But the gods of carnality toyed with me that day. Edna's son and two daughters arrived at her house just after she gave me the bad news at one of our mailbox rendezvous. They did not depart until well into the evening having prepared dinner too, it turned out. There would be no taking of my sad penis in her warm juicy mouth that day.
At our brief mailbox meeting Edna chuckled when my face crumbled at the ruination of my excited expectation.
"Oh goodness Kenneth," she said with a slight smile, "Don't look so downcast. You'll enjoy me even more for waiting."
I went home and pouted. I did manage, barely, to keep from relieving myself. But I needed almost heroic restraint because I could not shake the vision of Edna's bountiful breasts and her pulsating pussy. My un-fellated cock shrank and sulked.
Our fortunes (my penis and I) fared far better the next day.
Edna called mid-morning. She seemed to intuit my emotional state. "Are you sulking you naughty boy? I've made some sandwiches for lunch and one of them is for you. I don't want to eat alone. Come over and we'll have our lunch. Then we'll have dessert."
My glum mood brightened at Edna's allusive "dessert" remark; a double entendre made manifest by her coyly innocent sound in the call and sealed in the bargain by later events that came to a surprising but nevertheless luscious culmination.
After lunch Edna said she had a favor to ask of me.
"Will you massage my feet, Kenneth? Jim used to give the best foot massages and I miss them. You don't mind do you? I think you like my feet."
What the heck, I thought. Aren't we going to have "dessert" as she'd said? Although we'd been intimate two days before when she gave her breasts to me, I remained reluctant to be assertive. The last thing I wanted to do was anything to make her withdraw from the intimacy we had established. So, I'd give Edna a foot massage, or rub, or whatever as requested, as best I could and we would see what developed.
As I noted earlier Edna did have beautiful feet. The first time I really noticed Edna's feet was some years earlier. She had come to my front door; I cannot remember what reason she had; I think it was a pretext to show off her new pedicure. I do remember that I was smitten as I drank in the sight of her lovely sandaled feet.
I told Edna then, that I thought she had the prettiest feet. I think she realized my reaction was more than esthetic; that I was sexually stimulated.
Feet are like faces. There are plain faces, pretty faces and beautiful faces. Sadly there are also ugly faces. So it is with feet. There are plain feet, pretty feet and beautiful feet. Sadly there are also horribly beat-with-an-ugly-stick feet, gnarly toes, calluses, flaking dried skin and fallen arches.
But Edna's feet were those of a foot model. Delicate pink in color with toes perfectly aligned like candy stripers waiting in formation to be inspected; nails in glowing red polish. Her feet were dainty, but neither too big nor too small and nicely arched. They proved warm to the touch; the skin soft and unblemished.
You may imagine my mixed emotions then, as we settled ourselves on the sunroom sofa (that place of happy recent memory). On the one hand I was a bit off-put by the potentially dwindling prospects of having my cock sucked. But on the other, Edna now offered me the prospect of untrammeled access to caress, fondle and gently rub her enticing feet. Never mind that I also had all intentions of kissing and licking them and sucking on those mouthwatering pinkies.
Edna slipped off her sandals. "Scoot around so that you are facing me," she instructed. I did so and I helped her put her legs up so that her feet were in my lap. Yes indeed, as you are thinking, she rested them directly on my cock. Need I say what a welcome development that was?
"Is that comfortable for you, Kenneth?" she asked. Again with the coy smile; she wriggled her feet about so that there quickly was no further dissimilitude; we both knew exactly where she had her feet.
Idly I stroked them and said, "Edna, you said the other evening that you liked having your feet petted and kissed. Did Jim do that?"
She laughed softly, "Oh you are something, Kenneth, my sweet naughty boy. You like me to talk about what Jim and I did to each other, don't you?"
