My Elderly Fuck Toy

It wasn't my intention to seduce my 70 year old neighbor. I mean, I have been trying to date men my age for the past couple years and quite frankly the whole process has been utterly unsatisfying. I'm 25 years old. I'm in pretty good shape- plump, DD tits and a soft round ass. I have a great career; an overall great life but finding a compatible lover has been abysmal.

All the men I meet have some sort of fatal flaw in the bedroom. They're either skimpy on foreplay, are selfish, are awful at the actual act of fucking, or simply have dicks that are much too small with egos that are too big for my liking. Now I will admit, I'm a bit of a size queen. I may be young, but I know that I love to take cock that fills me up completely and totally. Full stop.

Never did I think it would be this difficult to find a man with at least an 8-inches (

and

who knows how to use it, this is an important part). But alas, here we are. I'd had too many hookups and not enough orgasms for me to continue down this road so, for the past year I decided to take a break from all the dating/hookup sites and have been relying on a series of appliances to achieve the satisfaction I need. My rotation of toys consists of a rose that sucks my clit to a near instant orgasm, a 9-inch clear, silicone vibrator with silver beads inside the base that rotates around inside my pussy, and a nipple sucker just to round the multiple erogenous zone stimulation. My arsenal had been getting the job done nicely enough, but I craved a live human, with blood flowing to a real cock and a hot warm mouth. I needed a good, earth moving fuck so bad, it had become all that I could think about. So, this is how it happened.

One Saturday I was out in my front yard attempting to mow my own grass. I had just moved to the neighborhood a month ago and after a few consistent days of heavy rain, my grass had shot up a few inches and was beginning to make the yard look a hot mess. I pulled out the old gas push mower that used to belong to my dad, but I didn't really know how to use the damn thing. Dad always handled the grass at my childhood home. I stood outside in the late morning sun in my hot pink biker shorts and matching sports bra tugging at the cord that I was certain would bring the mower roaring to life. I was pulling and pulling at the cord in frustration and didn't even hear Mr. Charlie, my next door neighbor, coming across his front yard into mine. I looked up from the dead mower into Mr. Charlie's face. He was grinning and dabbing sweat from his forehead with a hand towel. "Good morning, Miss Ariana. You need a hand?" he asked softly. Although he was old, his voice still sounded like that of a younger man. Not a hint of "gravel" yet. His eyes were locked in on my chest. I followed his gaze to realize that my vigorous yanking on the mower cord had almost caused my whole left breast to plop out of my sports bra. My areola and a generous helping of titty meat were on full display for Mr. Charlie. I quickly stuffed my breast back into my tight sports bra and stood up straight.

Mr. Charlie was about 70 years old, a Vietnam vet as obvious by the "Vietnam Veteran" hat he always wore and sported a trimmed salt and pepper gray beard that couldn't hide the fact that he had a dimple in each cheek. You could tell that Mr. Charlie was once very handsome in his day. He was about 5 feet 11 inches tall, and gravity had not yet begun to hunch his back over like many elderly folks. He had a typical "grandpa body" with a round belly but his legs were strong and very much in shape from all the walking and bike riding he still did.

"I sure could use a hand, Mr. Charlie" I said with an exasperated sigh. "I can't get this damn thing to start." Thinking about Mr. Charlie almost getting a glimpse at my titties with his hungry eyes locked in on my chest gave me a flutter of naughty excitement.

"Here, let me see." Mr. Charlie approached the mower, stepping into my personal space. He smelled clean and woodsy, like a familiar cologne that was popular with younger men. No old man fragrance here. I was suddenly intrigued by this elder as I watched his biceps flex while he primed the mower. He had on a tank top that allowed me to see that his arms were actually pretty muscular. It was obvious that he does some kind of strength training. My pussy flashed hot as I imagined him wrapping those strong arms around my soft waist. After a few pushes to the priming bulb and another strong pull of the cord, the mower started right up. Mr. Charlie smiled showing his natural teeth. No dentures yet, I observed.

"Anything else I can help you with Miss Ariana?"

"No, I smiled back sweetly - I'm all set. Thank you so much."

Mr. Charlie retreated across my yard and back to his own as I set off, pushing up and down the yard cutting the unruly, too-tall grass. I daydreamed what Mr. Charlie might have been like in bed back in the 80s.

I had a wet Dream about Mr. Charlie that same night. I dreamt that he was fucking me on his back porch in the middle of the night. I was bent over his patio table, my round ass exposed and shining in the moonlight, his hips thrusting back and forth, expertly drilling me with his huge dick. I woke up Sunday morning with a delicious, albeit frustrating throbbing in my groin. I quickly grabbed my rose from the nightstand and let it suck my engorged clit to a deep climax.

Once I finally dragged myself out of bed, I went over to my bedroom window, pulling the horizontal blinds all the way up and opening the curtains wide.

My bedroom window faced the side of Mr. Charlie's house that contained his small shed and it was 10am. Like clockwork, every Sunday he came out to mow his lawn and today was no different. Mr. Charlie walked out of his patio door and over to the shed to grab his mower. He must have felt eyes spying on him as he briefly looked up at my window and did a double take. I made sure I was pulling my night shirt over my head, coincidentally just as Mr. Charlie looked up. I stretched my arms over my head, removing my shirt, allowing my heavy breasts to bounce out, giving Mr. Charlie an unencumbered eyeful. Pretending be admiring myself in the mirror next to the window, I ran my hands over my tits, grabbing them up from underneath and brushed my hands over my hard nipples. As I turned to saunter away from the window, I checked out of the corner of my eye just in time to see Mr. Charlie swallowing hard and shaking his head as if to get his brain to corroborate with what his eyes had just seen.

My trap was set.

I heard Mr. Charlie's lawn mower sputter to life as he began making a neat line patterns in his grass. As he pumped his toned legs back up the lawn toward our houses, I could see a bulge swaying beneath his cargo sweat shorts. I licked my lips with excitement.

It looks so heavy

, I giggled to myself.

Over the next few days, I hyper focused on seducing Mr. Charlie and enjoyed dabbling in exhibitionism. I made sure to strategically place myself wherever Mr. Charlie might be able to steal a glimpse of me.

On Thursday I was in the front yard, pulling some weeds in a mini skirt that barely covered my ass. Mr. Charlie heard me working and stepped outside to say hello. I bent all the way over at the waist with my back facing him to grab a handful of dandelions, lingering long enough in the weeds to ensure he got a sufficient eyeful - I had no panties on, and with my legs closed, my fat pussy lips looked like the inside of a ripe grapefruit from the back.

"H-hi, Miss Ariana" Mr. Charlie called out, his voice shaking just a bit.

"Oh hey, Mr. Charlie, I didn't hear you come out!" I said innocently, smiling because I knew he saw exactly what I wanted him to see.

"How are you doing today" I asked?

"Any better I'd be twins" he joked. I laughed unnecessarily hard at his dad joke, my titties bouncing freely under my white loose fitting crop top.

"Miss Ariana, you know, I was thinking, I... I can cut your grass for you if you'd like. I like to get my exercise in, you know."

"Oh that's so sweet Mr. Charlie. You must have seen me struggling last week" I laughed.

"You did a good job," he assured me. "I just figured I could lend more of a...a neighborly hand."

You can lend more than a neighborly hand

, I smirked to myself.

"Ok then, well I certainly would appreciate it, you're so sweet." I pulled my shoulder length hair up to secure it in a bun with the ponytail holder I had on my wrist but more importantly to give a flash of underboob.

Mr. Charlie grinned nervously like a schoolboy before he started backing away, a tent was beginning to pitch in his shorts. "Ok then, I'll take care of it on Saturday for you."

"Alright" I said, not breaking eye contact. Mr. Charlie turned on his heels and dashed back into his front door.

I laughed to myself thinking how perfect my plan was going already. I also got the confirmation I needed to know that his equipment still worked. Now, I just needed to figure out how to get Mr. Charlie into my house.

I couldn't wait for Saturday to roll around. I woke from a sound sleep at 9am to the rumble of a lawn mower. I climbed out of bed and peered out the front window to see Mr. Charlie, wearing a white sleeveless undershirt and his favorite cargo sweat shorts. The ever-present bulge I had earlier spotted in his pants, wobbled as he pushed the mower up and down the yard.

I quickly put on a knee length, sleeveless red sundress. It was tight, flared at the waist with plenty of stretch in it. Of course, I abandoned the idea of panties and a bra. If my plan worked, I wanted Mr. Charlie to have easy access to my eager pussy. I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen where the circuit breaker box was housed and flipped the switch that controlled my garbage disposal.

I watched Mr. Charlie finish up with the yard from my living room window and slide the mower back into his little shed. He came back across his lawn and rang my doorbell. I quickly bounced over to the door, tweaked my nipples to make sure they were extra hard, and opened it with a smile.

"All finished Miss Ariana, just like I promised" Mr. Charlie said in his usual calm, soft voice. His eyes slowly roamed their way down my body, stopped at my juicy titties then darted back up nervously.

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate the help! Mr. Charlie, hey...would you mind taking a look at my garbage disposal, the damn thing stopped working all of a sudden."

Mr. Charlie hesitated for a half second, glanced back at my tits and quickly said "of course I can."

I held the door open for him to step into the foyer then led him back to the kitchen, my round ass swaying with each step.

Mr. Charlie stood in front of the sink and peered into the drain for a moment. I stood beside him, unnecessarily close, pretending to look as well. My breasts pushed against his left arm as I craned my neck to look down the empty drain. My thirst for this old man was borderline shameful.

"Hmmm" Mr. Charlie said flicking the "on" switch up and down.

"Strange right?" I asked, smirking to myself. I was just too clever for my own good.

"You may have blown a fuse, where's your circuit breaker?"

"Oh, this thing over here?" I asked, pretending not to know what it was.

"Yes, ma'am exactly that!" he said, opening the box and inspecting the fuse switches.

"Ah!" he said excitedly, I see - just what I thought, the fuse. This should reset it, he said," flipping the breaker back into the "on" position.

"Mr. Charlie is there anything you can't do?" I smiled sweetly, shamelessly flirting with the old man.

"I'm sure there's plenty!" he laughed at the compliment and started slowly making his way to the door.

No. He can't leave. I needed him to stay a little longer.

"Umm Mr. Charlie, would you like some lemonade?"

"Uh yes, please. That would hit the spot."

Ok, then - have seat on the sofa, and take a load off"

I know I fully plan to take a load off if all goes well

, I mumbled under my breath.

I bent over in front of him placing the cold glass on the coffee table, my full cleavage at eye level with him. I sat down next to Mr. Charlie, close but not too close. I was far enough apart that when I tucked one leg under me, my dress hiked up, offering a peek of my freshly waxed pussy under a short canopy of thin fabric.

Mr. Charlie leaned toward the coffee table to grab his glass, nervously taking a big gulp. "This is really good, Miss Ariana."

"Glad you like it- it's the way my grandma used to make it."

"My wife used to make good lemonade and iced tea too... just like this." Mr. Charlie shared, rotating the glass between his hands.

"Where is your wife now?" I asked softly.

"She passed away 5 years ago." He answered, a flash of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Charlie..."

"Yea...thank you. I miss her terribly."

What a sweet man, I thought to myself. He deserves some good pussy.

"You never had children?" I asked, curious to know a bit more about the soft-spoken old man.

"Nope. Emira wasn't able to. So, it's just my two nephews. They check on me pretty regularly."

I realized in that moment how much of a gentleman Mr. Charlie was. He likely was not going to make a move on me no matter how many times I flashed him my tits and pussy. So, I took matters into my own hands.

I reached out and gently stoked his hairy, muscular arm and noticed his dick jump in his shorts.

"Mr. Charlie - do you have a girlfriend?"

"Oh no," he chuckled at the question like it was absurd. "And I fear I'm too old to have one now. There was only my Emira."

"Do you ever get lonely?" I asked, now gently raking my manicured nails gently up and down his arm.

Mr. Charlie squirmed in his seat. "Oh yes, I do sometimes."

"Do you have a boyfriend, Miss Ariana?"

"No. I... don't have much luck in that department."

I went for the gusto. My hand eased down to his lap and boldly rubbed the bulge I had been fantasizing. His cock sprang to life under my hands. Mr. Charlie jumped a little at my forwardness but responded with a big, toothy smile.

"Umm, is there something else you would like me to... help you with, Miss Ariana?"

Oh, this is more like it, now he's asking the important questions

, I thought to myself.

"Actually, there is." Cutting to the chase I boldly asked, "How long has it been since you've fucked a woman?" I continued stroking his swelling cock through his shorts, waiting for an answer.

The old man stuttered at my vulgarness. "Hell, over 6 years I suppose." he calculated. "Me and Emira made love until she was too sick to do it."

"Would you like to fuck me, Mr. Charlie?"

"I ahhh..." more stuttering. "Is that a trick question? Of course I would but I'm an old man. I'm probably old enough to be your father." he laughed.

"Grandfather, actually" I corrected him. "I'm 25 Mr. Charlie."

"Oh!" He exclaimed. His big, old dick jumped forward even stronger against his shorts.

"What does a young girl like you want with an old man like me?"

"Mr. Charlie, men my age are too small. I need a man with a big, thick dick that can fill me up... I think you fit the bill." I looked him in his eyes. One thing about it, I've never been particularly coy about what I wanted sexually.

His dick responded to my directness- it was at full attention making a large tent out of his shorts in his lap.

"So, Mr. Charlie, will you fuck me?" I continued looking him square in his brown eyes and didn't smile. I was serious and ready to close the deal, so to speak.

"Of course, I will...but" he lowered his eyes bashfully. "You have to bear with me. It has been so long..."

"Don't worry about that at all, I assured him." I was incredibly turned on by his honesty and nervousness. Taking charge of a man almost 3 times my age felt so empowering. I stood up in front of him and without hesitating, I pulled the waistband of his shorts and boxers up over his huge cock and then to his ankles.

I audibly gasped at the sight of this old man's heavy dick. It was at least 9 inches, and the thing was as wide as a beer can. I could hardly believe my incredible luck. I love big dicks and all but the girth on this one would be a challenge. My pussy was up for it, though.

"Miss Ariana, I told you it has been a while and I uhm, I... may not last long. I gotta tell you that now. I haven't had anybody, let alone anybody as young and pretty as you in a very long time."

"That's ok Mr. Charlie, I understand." I said patiently.

I grabbed that big dick with both hands, still standing in front of him and marveled at the defined shape of the mushroom head. At 70+ years old, his cock was as hard as any young mans could be. I rubbed my thumb over the precum dribbling from the slit of his marvelous head and rubbed it all around that smooth pink mushroom. Mr. Charlie swallowed hard and closed his eyes, clenching the throw pillows on either side of him. He looked as if he might blow his load before I even get to take this gorgeous, old cock for a test drive.

I quickly lifted my dress up and straddled Mr. Charlie facing him, positioning my throbbing pussy right above that glorious cock head. I rubbed my slick, exposed lips against it for more lubrication. "Mr. Charlie, I've never had anybody as thick and big as you, so we'll go easy on each other, ok?" I whispered in his ear.

He nodded his head up and down rapidly, unable to speak.

I slowly began to lower myself onto his massive cock, relishing in the sensation of the wide head struggling to press its way into my canal. I winced in delightful pain as I eased down onto Mr. Charlie's big swollen head, gasping as it parted my lips and popped inside me like a hot, fleshy anchor. "Ahhhhhh!", Mr. Charlie groaned, his eyes rolling back. I held it there, savoring the moment of how good that thick helmet felt stretching my tight pussy. I wanted to remember this moment forever. With great restraint, rather than impaling myself immediately, I fed my soaking pussy a few more inches of his hot, thick dick, and paused again, allowing Mr. Charlie to get familiar with all the curves and contours of me. I breathed heavily as the old mans cock stretched me in new exhilarating ways that I had never felt before. The whole experience felt so taboo and sexy. Finally, I exhaled and fully brought the weight of my round ass down on Mr. Charlie's lap, his beer can dick filling me up to the hilt. The thick head rested against my cervix. I felt dizzy. My heart beat wildly as I compartmentalized all the sensations rushing over me. My pussy involuntarily contracted and squeezed as hard as it could. I had never been so completely full before. I could have come right then and there.

"Miss, Miss Ariana..." Mr. Charlie squirmed, blinking hard, his feet doing a little shuffle from all the sudden feelings. The realization that his septuagenarian cock was completely and totally sheathed inside a much younger woman seemed to be overwhelming him. I began to slowly pump up and down on his huge cock. Slow was the only way to approach this monster, at least until I became accustomed to being stretched like this. I rolled my hips, eager to show the old man what he had been missing for so many years. I closed my eyes and sighed in relief. A yearlong itch was being scratched so thoroughly by a man older than my grandfather. And it was so fucking hot.

"You ok, baby?" I asked as I whipped my full titties out of the top of my dress and grabbed his hands and placing them over my areolas, signaling that it was more than ok to touch my body.

He seemed to gain some control of his faculties and squeezed my nipples with his big, rough hands, sending me shivering.

"I'm wonderful... I... I'm gonna come soon. I don't want to let you down. I told you it has been a long time." he said breathlessly.