"Juan, oh, Juan, my neck, I LOVE you sucking my neck," she groaned, lifting her head to make his suckling easier, her fingers rubbing his dark hair. "I've always...hated...my neck..."
"You should not," he groaned into the slightly sweaty flesh filling his mouth this warm summer night, tonguing the meat he ingested, lapping and nipping it playfully. "It is one of the sexiest parts of you, of all woman of a wonderfully mature age..."
The kid was a magician in word and deed, she thought as he licked down her cleavage, tonguing the furrowed folds of dark tanned flesh, gently pulling off her short jacket, then her negligee top. He feasted on her tits, sucking the white flesh around the nipples then the brown nubs themselves, and she moaned as he did. He feasted on her, all of her, she thought, he was a hungry man, she was the meal to satisfy him.
His hands snaked down over her back as he suckled her tits, massaging the slim hips, cupping that ass. One hand came down the length of one of her muscular old thighs, wrinkling the flesh in his grip, releasing it, squeezing it. His fingers danced over the flesh on the top of that thigh. She groaned, spreading her legs. His fingers caressed the inside of the thigh, then cupped over her thong panty, pulling it aside.
"Oh, GOD, Juan!" she growled at the top of his head, his mouth all over her swaying tits, feeling him slip through her furry folds, his long, impossibly long middle finger parting the lips, probing inside her wetness.
He was fully in her with that finger, his thumb dribbling her clit expertly, working it to engorgement, the oily nub silk to his touch. He slipped another finger in, then a third, and she felt the incredible fullness of his hand in her.
"Cum for me, pretty lady," he hissed, biting at her nipples, pulling one then the other into his sexy lips. "Cum for me...."
That wouldn't be a problem, she thought, and soon did, clapping her meaty thighs shut around his plunging hand, the digits flying in and out, that educated thumb working its magic on her clit, squishy sounds, wet, wild, obscene, filling her car, drowned out occasionally by her squeals and howling cries of pleasure. She held his head tight, burying his face into her tits, smothering him, her entire body trembling, her rugged old thighs tense and quivering around the hand she was soaking.
They both panted to a stop, Juan pulling back, smiling. He lifted his wet fingers between them, that long tongue flashing out to lick them clean. Impulsively, she brought her face to them, tasting herself tentatively at first, then with more enthusiasm, moaning and tensing her inner thighs around her drenched pussy. Their tongues met as they sucked Juan's fingers, kissing madly again, hands and arms finding each other. Her hands rubbed down that sexy hard chest, feeling the muscles, tweaking his nipples, dipping to his crotch. Their eyes met, his warm and inviting, hers open wide incredulously as she cupped one hand around the biggest cock she knew she would ever feel.
"My GOD, Juan, is that all yours?" she said in astonishment, trembling fingers stroking him in his tight pants.
"No, sexy lady," he corrected, reaching for his belt and unfastening himself to allow her bony old hand to slip inside. "It is all YOURS!"
She groaned, feeling the heat, thickness and length of his dark cock, pulling it out with effort, the meaty wand springing free. He slithered out of his pants, then his shirt, and every inch of his gorgeous young body gleamed in the dark. She looked at his cock bobbing before him, the thick eye welling with clear fluid.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked politely. "After all, I am here to serve you..."
"Oh my God, you are, Juan, you are," she groaned, scooting back a bit in her seat to allow herself room to bend over between his muscular, spreading thighs, smooth, hairless, sexy and strong. "You are..."
She leaned to it, smelling the manly funk, looking at the huge bloated smooth sacks of his gorgeous balls below the thickness above. She encircled the base with one hand, drew the other around the shaft, stroking it, slowly, purposefully. Juan moaned, tilting his head back to look down over his nose at her, marveling at the gentle way of her.
She leaned closer, the cock near her lips, tongue flashing out to lap clean the gel in the head, both of them moaning at the touch. She jerked harder now, both hands on task, twisting her hands in opposite directions. She'd blown her husband before, years ago, needing only a few fingers of one hand to do it. This was a two-handed dick if ever there was one, she thought to herself, eyes wide, watching herself work it over.
She opened her little puckered mouth wide, slipping the glistening head inside, her pussy going electric at the touch, thighs clamped tight, grinding her pussy. She slurped down Juan's massive cock to meet her twisting fingers, then pulled off it, down again, up, hands flying, his cock slick with her spit. It was as if she were having an out-of-body experience. She felt herself floating at the car ceiling, looking down at her own bobbing silver-haired head, her gnarled fingers squeezing and pulsating, the boy moaning louder and louder, the wet sounds filling her ears. She couldn't believe how effortlessly she took to his cock, seemingly born to the task. She wondered what had taken her so long to do something she clearly wanted to for yours.
Juan couldn't believe it either, watching this beautiful grandmother's head in his lap, mewing like a contented cat, stroking his dick majestically in both hands, twisting in opposite directions in perfect synchronicity, hands clearing her dipping mouth, returning when it slurped on the upstroke.
"My GOD, Mrs. Wilson!" he cried out, feeling his balls swell. "You're so....so GOOD at this! So..intuitive!"
She smiled around his cock at his words and felt his cock thicken. She braced for the load, eager for it. She left one hand on his cock, jerking it in and out of his mouth, and cupped the other around those amazingly huge balls. The softness, the fleshy heat, absorbed her, coursing through her tiny hand, up her arm, down her breasts and directly into her pussy.
She'd given countless blowjobs to her sluggard of a husband over the years, cold, mechanical, functional. As the first scorching jet of Juan's steaming cum rippled into her mouth, triggering her own orgasm, she knew this was a blowjob of lust, passion, pure and simple, borne of a forbidden romance.
She came long and hard, her thighs pulsating around her clit, each pulsation matching the thick ropes of cum that filled her mouth and jetted down her throat. She gulped madly, tasting him, swallowing him, the texture thick and creamy, the aroma bleachy. He screamed in pleasure, hands gripping the seats, pushing himself up into her amazing mouth, finally resting his muscular ass down as she continued to slowly stroke and suckle his cock, gulping down the last of it. She sat up, smiling, a pearlish smear around the corners of her wrinkled mouth, a gob leaking out and dotting her chin.
He smiled, sat up, pulled him to her. She nearly came again at the kiss, from the touch itself but more from knowing this was a man, a boy, really, who knew how to satisfy a woman, knew that her reward for such a magnificent encounter was to share it. He licked her lips, sucked the cum bubble off her chin, shooting his tongue inside her moaning mouth to taste.
"Holy shit, Juan," she sighed finally, their lips parting, a thin, silvery strand of cum bridged between them that Juan gobbled down until their lips met again, kissing gently. "Never..no one has ever...my God...."
"Your pleasure," he growled, licking down her shiny chin to that neck again, suckling the warm flesh, "is my pleasure..."
He never went soft, she realized, as she stroked his cock as they sat face to face, eager for more. Juan smiled, gently holding her shoulders at arm's length, eyes warm and inviting.
"Allow me, dear lady," he said, leaning her back, her legs falling apart, the gentle sway of her flaccid inner thighs drawing his gaze. "Allow me...."
He picked up one foot, lifting it to his mouth, running his tongue up the thick, wrinkled soul, making her squirm. Their eyes locked on each other as his tongue wiggled between her toes, tasting the sexy salty grit of it, sucking the big toe into his mouth like a small cock, fellating it with a naughty gleam in his eye. Her body was on fire, electric jolts coursing up the calf Juan now massaged, as he lovingly suckled each toe, then turning his attention to the other foot.
She watched as he worked his way up her calves and thighs, mouthing the meaty flesh, suckling, biting, finally coming face to face with her hairy, soaked pussy. He extended his tongue, long and wet, smiling at him -- and slowly, oh so slowly, slipping it into the hairy chasm that lay before him.
His eyes locked onto hers, he slithered the slimy tongue in and out of her pussy, his nose rubbing the clit harder and harder, her thighs closing around his adoring head, squeezing, scissoring him tight to her sex. She groaned, thrusting her hips up into his face, hands on her own tits, twisting the nipples, lifting them to her own mouth to suck and lick.
"Oh..my...GOD!" she screamed, the orgasm coming swiftly and noisily, her moans filling the air, ankles locked, thighs quivering like a meaty wave around the skull scissored lustily between them.
He smiled in her chasm, moaning himself, tongue fucking her rapidly as she filled his mouth with her thick cream, going back for more. His hands palmed the tawny thighs gripping his ears, marveling at their sexy power. Sated, she slumped back, thighs slack and open, tenderly holding his shiny, wet face. He pulled up his head, looking at her.
