My Elderly Fuc Toy

Authors note - thank ya'll for enjoying this series so far. This series is really an extended love letter to some of the older men I've encountered throughout my life where the flirtation was there but nothing ever came of it. My imagination has been left to do the rest.

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Shamelessly fucking my 73-year-old neighbor for the last 2 months has led me down an interesting road of self-discovery. I am almost 26 years old and if you had told me earlier this year that a septuagenarian man would be sneaking across my yard several times a week to sit on my couch and simply allow me to impale my pussy over and over with his massive cock, I probably would've called you insane. I KNOW I would have called you insane. But here we are.

Mr. Charlie had a birthday on October 20th and he was showing no signs slowing down. At 73, his cock still stood at attention easily whenever we fucked and to my delight, he gradually became more comfortable and confident after each session. Due to his unusually large dick, I preferred the position of riding him so that I could retain control of the depth and speed of our fucking. I am quite assertive in all areas of my life, so it has been thrilling to exert that assertiveness with my elderly sex partner. He of course did not object to being used in that way-a human dildo, but I have to admit I found myself wondering what it would feel like to spread my legs wide and take all that luscious dick in missionary or bend over on all fours while he pistons my pussy aggressively.

During some "pillow talk" over the course of our ummm, arrangement, I surmised that he was intimidated to mount me. Reading between the lines, I figured out that he was concerned about a lack of power behind his thrust due to his age and bad hip and didn't want to disappoint me. Understandable. Did I desire to feel his enormous dick drilling into me with the full weight of his body behind it? YES, but I didn't give him a hard time about it or press the matter. After all, I was still extremely happy with my human fuck toy. And since he had gotten more comfortable with me, Mr. Charlie no longer hesitated to grab my tits and ass or wait for permission to suck on my nipples. My absolute favorite thing is when I'm riding him face to face and he grips my ass tightly with his huge hands, cheeks spread taut, while simultaneously sucking forcefully on my rubbery nipples. It always sent us both to the most profound orgasms. The old, handsome guy couldn't be happier and honestly, I didn't think I could be either.

Until I popped over at his house for the first time on his birthday.

As I mentioned, for the past few months, he would amble across his yard and into my house under some silly pretense-he would ask if I had seen a notice on the neighborhood message board or let me know that he noticed a piece of siding was hanging off the back of the house. It had become his code for "My dick is available for your pleasure" and each time, I would invite him in for pretty much unlimited access to my insatiable pussy.

Mr. Charlie's birthday, I decided switch things up and surprise him with a small cake I picked up at my favorite local bakery, lemon chiffon cake with whipped cream frosting. It was late October but still unseasonably warm so to present him with his gift, I dressed in a tight, white tank top that had a cheeky graphic of two big red apples, strategically placed on the chest where breasts would be and a gray pleated mini skirt that just covered my ass and not much else. The apple graphic on the tank top stretched as my DD tits pulled and distorted the image. The imprint of my nipples poked lewdly at the center of the red delicious apples. I spritzed a few sprays of a musky vanilla parfum behind my ears, grabbed the cake from the console table and headed over to Mr. Charlie's. I pressed his doorbell and looked around to see if any of our other neighbors were watching. I secretly hoped they were.  Turning a full 180 degrees, I spotted Reggie, my 50-something year old neighbor who lived directly across the street from Mr. Charlie. He was standing at his mailbox flipping through junk mailers but clearly making observations on my visit. We didn't talk a whole lot; I suspect his wife preferred it that way, but he was a nice guy with a wry sense of humor. He was at least 6 feet tall and lanky with runners' legs and a boyish smile. I waved innocently and smiled at him just as Mr. Charlie's storm door swung open. Turning my attention back to the door, I yelled, "Happy Birthday, Mr. Charlie!" I grinned at him, thrusting the small cake out in front of me. He beamed as he reached out for it. "Aww, thank you Ms. Ariana you know you didn't have to do that."  Small indents in his cheeks appeared as he took in my outfit. "Oh, but I did" I teased, playfully pulling the cake out of his grasp and back toward my chest, just in front of the apples.

"Well, why don't you... come on in for a slice, don't just stand there." Mr. Charlie suggested, looking around as he opened the door wider to allow me in. I balanced the cake in one hand so that I could press my tits against him as I squeezed past him into his home.

Mr. Charlie's house was configured similarly to mine but not exactly.  His front door opened up to a large living room, his big easy chair rested against the wall directly across from the door allowing him to be able to sit and see outside while watching the widescreen TV which was catercorner to the window.

I marveled at his tidy home and laughed to myself at the realization that this man had seen every single inch of my body and I had never stepped foot inside his house until this moment. There were a few framed photos resting on the console beneath his television and several plaques with military honors and regalia decorating the wall. As I moved closer to inspect the framed photos, I noticed there was not a speck of dust anywhere. I took interest in one photo of a man and a woman on the beach, clearly taken in the 70s based on their attire and the telltale orange tint of the picture. I immediately recognized Mr. Charlie with no beard and deep dimples showing off a big, nearly perfect smile. His arms and legs are still muscular now but my god they were really a sight to see then. The main difference between then and now was his once 4-pack abs had been replaced by a round "dad belly". My eyes zoomed in on Mr. Charlie's bulging crotch in his very tight Jantzen swim shorts, appropriate for that time.  A gorgeous woman was standing next to him with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, smiling just as radiantly as he was into the camera. She wore a bright abstract patterned scarf over her dark, voluminous hair that was styled similar to Farrah Faucett. Her bikini matched her head scarf and she wore oversized sunglasses to shield her eyes. She had narrow hips with large breasts beneath the bandeau top of her swimsuit.  "Is this you and Emira?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "It is, it is." Mr. Charlie responded; a very brief moment of sadness flashed in his eyes at the mention of her name.

I smiled empathetically as I moved on to inspect some of his other photos and tchotchke's. There were many photos of Emira and Mr. Charlie, all easy to determine the time period based on the cars in the background and or their hairstyles and clothing.  Them at the drive-in, them in Tampa at Busch Gardens, Niagra Falls and other adventures. I felt like I was inside of Mr. Charlie's time capsule, and it admittedly plucked at my heartstrings a little bit. Snapping out of that fleeting feeling of melancholy I turned and asked "Well, are you in the mood for some cake, or no?"

Mr. Charlie chuckled. "When have I ever turned down dessert?" the double entendre, was obvious.

I followed him into the kitchen and placed the cake on the center island. While Mr. Charlie's back was turned pulling plates and forks from the cabinets and drawers, I swiftly and quietly yanked the top of my tank top down under my huge boobs and dragged my nipples through the whipped cream frosting creating edible white pasties.  By the time Mr. Charlie turned around I was leaning against the island, elbows resting on the counter with my tits jutting forward, beckoning him for a taste.  "Happy birthday, Baby." I smiled seductively. Mr. Charlie laughed a shy little chuckle, hastily setting the plates down with a clatter and stepped toward me without a word, quickly grabbing the sides of both breasts, hoisting them up high to meet his face and took the frosting covered teats into his mouth one at a time. I groaned softly when he released my nipple and began carefully licking around the areola, savoring each sweet tongue-full until he went back for the finale, deeply sucking each taut nipple until they were completely clean. I arched my back, thrusting my chest into him further. I felt so giddy with the progress he'd made of coming out of his shell and tapping into becoming a sexual being again. "Do you want to get more comfortable, Sweetie?" I cooed. My pussy was pounding rapidly beneath my skirt and the urgency building in me to melt onto Mr. Charlie's dick was unbearable.

I led Mr. Charlie back into the living room and had him sit on his favorite easy chair, similar posture as when he joined me at my house but without my prompting or assistance, he quickly undid the buckle on his weathered leather belt, shimmied his jeans down to his knees and pulled the waistband of his boxers up, out and over his cock. The weight of it flopped hard against his belly. As he settled down into the big armchair and pulled me onto his lap sideways. I giggled and fell into him, both my legs draped over both his. His dick pressing into my thigh. I wrapped my arms around his neck and asked, "are you having a good day so far?"

"Best birthday ever!"

"Maybe I can make it even better?" I suggested as I readjusted myself into a half sitting position next to Mr. Charlie but damn near on top of him in the easy chair. Placing my right foot on the floor to balance my weight, I raised my body up, putting my tits at mouth level and wrapped my left arm around the back of his neck forming a cradle.  With no hands, Mr. Charlie grabbed my left breast and fastened his lips onto my nipple, taking it deeply into his hot mouth. "Mmm, yes that's it" I encouraged.  He closed his eyes and suckled hard. It was extremely erotic watching this elderly man's cheeks cave in, trapping my thick nipple at the roof of his mouth as he mimicked the latch of a starving baby. I reached down with my right hand and gripped his impossibly hard cock, dragging my thumb across the tip to lubricate the head and shaft with his precum. I began to jerk his huge cock slowly and firmly, matching the pace of his sucking. I closed my eyes and as his suckling intensified so did my grip. His mouth and tongue sent cords of electricity from my nipples to my core, to my engorged clit. You know, I don't think I'll ever get used to the feeling of holding his massive cock and barely being able to close my fingers around it. I felt like a porn star whenever I handled it and my pussy ached, dripping with anticipation of it stretching me just like the first time in my living room.

My eyes fluttered open, sensing that we were being watched. In our haste to celebrate, I realized the front door was wide open. The glass storm door was the only barrier between the scene taking place inside and Reggie, our across the street neighbor standing on the front porch, mouth slightly agape. I don't know what got into me but, instead of jumping up and immediately covering myself, my exhibitionist side kicked in. After I got over the initial surprise of Reggie spying on us, I tapped Mr. Charlie, who was still feverishly sucking at my breasts. He hadn't even noticed our voyeur neighbor was standing there like a guest observing animals at the zoo.  I have no idea how long Reggie had been taking in the scene but it turned me on. "Uhh, Mr. Charlie, we have company." I whispered. Mr. Charlie dropped my nipple from his mouth with a loud pop and began to scramble to pull his pants up.

"Don't, Sweetie," I placed my hand on top of his hand firmly. "It's ok...shouldn't we just see what Reggie wants?"

"Uhh, Miss Ariana I don't know...are you sure?" He squirmed, a bit uneasy with our neighbor catching him quite literally with his pants down and his huge, old dick pointing to the ceiling.

"Oh, I'm sure... and don't be embarrassed, Honey. You have nothing to be ashamed of." I emphasized "nothing". After all, he had the kind of cock most men young and old wished they had.

I winked and gestured for Reggie to come into the house.

The door flung open with haste. "Goddamn, Charlie...you lucky motherfucker. If I had known you were fucking this pretty young thing, I'd have invited myself over sooner!" Reggie said incredulously as he stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. He laughed and shook his head, envious of Mr. Charlie's incredible luck. "How the hell did you bag this one, you old dog?"

I smiled at him, "I guess our secret is out of the bag huh, Sweetie?" I cooed in Mr. Charlie's ear, slowly resuming my stroking of his cock while maintaining eye contact with Reggie. Mr. Charlie's slowly softening dick quickly corrected itself under the command of my hand and regained its stiff posture as I picked up the pace. Reggie licked his lips and stood there frozen with a mean erection tenting his track pants, waiting for the next instructions.

Mr. Charlie had tensed up a bit but seemed to be reverting back to his former self, unsure what to do with his hands and then of course, pressure of the extra pair of eyes watching us.

I had never done any shit like this before but for whatever reason, I felt empowered and extremely sexy in that moment. I had the undivided attention of two men: one old enough to be my father, the other old enough to be my grandfather. Never breaking my gaze with Reggie nor my grip on Mr. Charlie's dick, I gestured for him to have a seat across from us on the loveseat and reassured Mr. Charlie that everything was ok. He settled back into the easy chair slightly and Reggie happily took a seat.

Once Mr. Charlie was totally erect again; I stood up, my back toward him and pulled my mini skirt down to my ankles as not to obstruct Reggie's view of what I was about to do. I spread my legs wide over Mr. Charlie's lap, straddling him, forcing his legs together and reached behind me to grab his cock. I was putting on a show, so I wanted our customer to get the full view of Mr. Charlie's cock piercing me.  I grabbed his thick dick once more with my right hand I began to line his throbbing head up with my slick cunt. I slowly squatted down and pressed his fat helmet into my thin pussy folds.  I mewled at the sensation of the Charlie's cock struggling to open me. Reggie watched with ragged breath, and without invitation, quickly undid the knot in his track pants, freeing his own angry erection. He was not a shy boy.  I gasped twofold- the sight of Reggie's long dick which curved sharply to the left and then at the delicious splitting sensation of me plunging myself further down on Mr. Charlie's dick. Reggie's cock was gorgeous. Not nearly as thick as Mr. Charlie's but it was long with a bulbous shiny head, already slick with precum and the thickest network of veins coursing through the shaft that I'd ever seen. He began stroking his beautiful dick to the rhythm of me riding Mr. Charlie. I can't explain it but from across the room I felt connected to Reggie. I could practically feel him in my mouth, inside me, his crazy curved cock rubbing relentlessly against the right side of my walls.

At last, I filled myself to the hilt with Mr. Charlie, reached back and grabbed his hands, placing them over my tits. I gave his hands a squeeze, making him squeeze my breast. I had to remind him to touch me. I didn't to undo his progress, but this was an opportunity I wanted to exploit. Snapping out of his disbelief, Mr. Charlie came alive again and began strumming my nipples while I pumped up and down on his massive cock. His big, calloused fingers felt so good squeezing and tweaking my teats. With my legs damn near spread eagled on Mr. Charlie's lap, I rubbed my exposed clit back and forth with so that Reggie could clearly see the in-and-out, up-and-down of Charlie's dick in my sopping wet pussy. Mr. Charlie grunted quietly and so did Reggie except, he was not so quiet as I pulled both their orgasms down from their core to the base of their cocks. Picking up the pace I engaged my ab muscles and knees to pump faster up and down on Mr. Charlie's enormous dick, my pussy turning inside out each time I pulled myself from base to tip. My heavy tits bounced violently against my chest as I fondled his balls, searching for that telltale tightness. It was there, ready to reward me at any moment. "Ms. Ariana, I'm gonna...cum soon!"

"Me too, sweetie...and I think our guest is as well." I huffed as I watched Reggie mercilessly jerk his angry erection, thrusting his hips up into his palm. "Let it go," I coached, directed at either of them; whomever wanted to shoot his load first.  Reggie bucked against his own hand, that glorious cock head appearing and disappearing again and again until three strong streams of thick cum exploded from tip of his pretty dick.  "Ahhhhhhhh-ahhhhhh" he grunted, still stroking his cock leisurely from the base to the head as it slowly softened.

"Oh my god, oh my god," I wagged my index and middle fingers across my clit faster and faster as I rode Mr. Charlie. "Cum for me now, Charlie!" I shrieked. On demand, I felt his dick thump aggressively inside me several times and surge forward releasing those delicious ropes of cum deep in my vagina. "That's it's babyyyyyyyy," I screamed, finally allowing my own orgasm to plunge over the edge and tumble endlessly into silence. All sound in the room fell away from me like when you're underwater and you can hear around you but can't make out a damn thing. I felt like I could see the entire pantone. I was absolutely delirious with the thrill of what had just taken place.  Had I really invited my 50-year-old neighbor to watch me fuck an elderly man AND encouraged said 50-year-old man to jerk off to a live amateur porn starring me and said elderly man? Yea I did! My pussy jumped and squeezed involuntarily, Mr. Charlie's cum seeping out of me and down his balls.

Breaking the silence after everyone regained a sense of reality and awareness of the varying degrees of nakedness in the room, Reggie half joking, half seriously asked "Sooooo, you wouldn't happen to have any young, sexy friends just like you, hiding anywhere in here, would you?"

The three of us laughed way too hard, happy to break the awkwardness of the moment.

I smiled, mischievously- "I can work on that, Reggie but what I do have right now is some cake -- you interested?"

To Be Continued...