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.