The Old Lady Next Door Ch 02

"My niece is coming to visit next week."

"Does she like baking too?"

My neighbour chuckled in a dirty fashion in response.

My sexual adventures with the old lady next door had begun when I had baked her some cookies as a thank you for shovelling my snow. She was 80ish. I was in my 50s, but my health troubles prevented me from keeping up the outside of my house. I was very grateful for her unrequested assistance. Once the snow had cleared, she had cleaned my yard, cleared and replanted flower beds and cut the grass regularly. Every week, I brought her some baking. Each delivery led to kinky sex.

Old ladies could be sexy too. This conversation was taking place in her bedroom after we had played with her toys, bringing her to multiple orgasms and giving me climactic quakes even though I could not gush great gobs of goo anymore.

"How old is she?"

Just my luck, the niece would be some late in life surprise offspring of a much younger sibling, a gangly adolescent who would eat her aunt out of house and home, but just get in the way of fresh sexual exploits.

"She just turned fifty. Her husband gave her a divorce for her birthday, so she wants a change of scenery for a while."

"Strange birthday present. Was she cheating on him? Or did he trade her in on a younger model?"

"No, he lost interest in sex like you after some health problems. Unlike you, none of the tricks I could teach her revived his performance."

"So now she's being a secret slut like her aunt?"

"Not yet. She's really depressed about the lack of interested men on the dating sites. I promised that if she came for a visit, I would cheer her up."

"Like you cheer me up?"

She rewarded me with another throaty chuckle.

"I hoped that you might bring her some baking."

"You know how I love to bake."

Another chuckle led to another tussle. She had given herself an enema, so I was pleased to be able to rim her rosebud with my tongue while I explored her labia with my fingers. Soon, her fluids began to flow again.

I worked my tongue down the groove between her butt cheeks and slurped up her cunt juice. She was living proof that not all old ladies dried up and got all dusty. She executed a gymnast like turn over, sliding one leg above my head and along my back. I saw that her clit was erect and throbbing hungrily.

She grabbed me by my hair and brought my teeth to that pearl. In the past few months, I had learned how to just tease her with the tips of teeth, building the tempo, timing it as her breathing got ragged. Then I thrust three stiff fingers deep up inside her love tunnel, triggering her orgasm. Her hips bumped rapidly up and down against the mattress until finally she settled down to catch her breath.

I rested with my head on her hip, my breath warming her clit. Normally, that would start another tussle, but she surprised me by leaping out of bed.

"You better rest up until she arrives Tuesday."

I took the hint and gathered up my clothing, collecting my empty baking container off the kitchen counter as I dashed across our back yards still only half dressed. No neighbours were able to see me, not that the old lady next door would really care.

The next few days dragged by. I caught up on my reading, and Netflix. There was no sign of the old lady next door. Our baking-based romance required that she do something for me to reward her, so I waited, and rested, as instructed.

It was about noon Tuesday when I heard two car doors slam in her driveway next door. I rushed to the front window too late to catch a glimpse of the niece next door.

Disappointed, but remembering the promise made to me, I started baking some plump muffins.

I did not have to wait long before there was a knock on my back door.

"What smells so yummy?"

It was not the old lady next door's voice; it was younger sounding, less gravelly, more musical. My limp cock rewarded me by throbbing as much as it could.

Opening the door, I found a woman who looked younger than fifty- short, plump, curly haired, curvy, freckled. A very strong contrast with her tall, thin aunt. My heart skipped a beat. I already found myself feeling something more intense for this woman than I ever felt for the old lady next door. I immediately wondered which one had the nicer ass and looked forward to a side-by-side comparison. Something told me that the niece might win. Given how turned on I had been by the aunt's rear, I found myself getting all tingly.

"My aunt was hoping you might be baking pies, so we could invite you to bring dessert over and have supper with us."

"I can whip a couple up in no time. Would you like to try a muffin and keep me company while I bake?"

She giggled.

"Muffin is my nickname."

I stepped back from the door and she entered my kitchen. This was different. I always played with her aunt next door, never in my house.

"Would you like to eat my muffin?" she was as forward as her aunt. Her fingers were already undoing the button on the front of her jeans. She gave her ample hips a shimmy causing the pants to puddle around her feet. I saw that she was wearing a lacy baby blue thong.

Seeing where my eyes were focused, Muffin smiled up at me as she swiftly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the bra that matches the panties. Her breasts strained to be contained in the cups. Her nipples poked out against the flimsy fabric.

"Auntie says lingerie turns you on, so I changed into something special before I came over."

Her eyes danced and sparkled.

Muffin closed the gap between us. Her hand brushed my cheek then trailed down my body, cupping my poor disabled cock.

"Auntie also told me about your limitations," she giggled, "and your talents."

I reached up and undid the bra, very much enjoying the sight of her bosom flowing free.

She may be curvy, but isn't heavy, I discovered as I lifted her up onto the center island, which I realized instantly was a perfect height to eat her muffin without straining my back.

The shudder that shook my body was even stronger that the shiver I had felt the first time I had shared sex with the old lady next door. That had purely been lust. This was tinged by sprouting love.

My palms cupped those wonderful breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples, as I leaned over to kiss her. Her lips were as soft as pillows. My tongue found hers without any clattering of teeth. The kitchen was filled with the heaviness of our breathing as our tongues wrestled. Her hand cupped the back of my neck, refusing to let me break off the kiss. Her body humped up against me.

We wrestled like that for a moment, or an hour, it didn't matter which. Finally, she released me and I came up for air.

"I hope you eat as good as you kiss."

Gentle pressure on my shoulders steered me down Muffin's body. I paused at those magnificent mounds. Unlike her aunt's, these still defied gravity, nipples extending straight up into the air.

After admiring the sight for a moment, I kissed each bud gently. The second time, instead of a kiss I drew the nub into my lips and suckled, repeating it on the other side. Her hips were bouncing against my groin.

"Enough teasing. Fuck me with your tongue just like you fucked auntie."

Rather than obeying immediately, I ran my fingertips along her torso, noticing that there was more firmness than expected when I had just looked at her curviness. My touch made Muffin giggle girlishly and wriggle beneath my touch.

I kissed her navel, rolling my tongue in the divot, but proceeded without further pause down to her honeypot. Muffin's hips rose to meet my face. My hands slid underneath her butt, taking a good grip, holding her in place.

Her pearl stood as erect as a tiny cock, eager to meet my lips. Without any more teasing, I drew it between my lips. My tongue pistoned back and forth, drawing her deep into my cheek and then releasing her repeatedly.

"Oh, fuck," she screamed, so loudly I wondered if her aunt could hear next door. "I've missed this so much, and I've never enjoyed it this much."

Encouraged, I worked more vigorously, combining teeth, lips and tongue. I continued to focus on her clit but varied my actions to slurp up the juices flowing from her slit. My grizzled cheek whiskers added friction. Muffin purred beneath me.

"Auntie was right; you do know how to treat a woman."

I teased her pearl with my teeth, thrusting the blade of my fingers deep within her with increasing vigour. She moaned, groaned and writhed beneath me.

My hands travelled back up her flanks, aiming to tweak her nipples, but I found that she had her tits cupped in her palms, and was twisting the tips to add to her own pleasure. Her hips stopped twisting just long enough to start bucking upwards to meet my face.

Her breathing became shallow. Though I had not had much sex lately, I was veteran enough to know that this was a sure sign of imminent orgasm.

My poor broken cock was still unable to swell in response, but it sure throbbed with desire. I decided to try something different.

I kept my fingers working her cunt as I kissed my way back up her body. When our mouths met, she almost bit my tongue off in passion. That distracted her just enough for my next effort, which consisted of pressing my semi-swollen but not even half hard love lance against her sodden cunt.

Muffin grabbed my ass with both hands and started fucking up and down against my semi-rigid cock. She was mumbling as she did so, and I pulled my mouth back to hear what she was saying.

"Auntie is right again. Your cock might not get real hard, but it rubs up against my clit just right. If anything, it feels better than a hard fat fuck stick filling my slit to overflowing."

Then she screamed. Luckily, the patio door was shut, or all the neighbours would have heard her mind shattering orgasm. I held her tight, circling my arms behind her back to lift her off the counter. She locked her knees behind my thighs and rocked against me. Once again, time lost all meaning or measure.

Her mouth met mine and the only sound in the kitchen was the slap of flesh upon flesh. Juices flowed freely down my legs, dripping onto the floor. Our tongues entwined lustily until she found the tip with her teeth and teased me with another nibble. It was sharp enough to draw blood and made me wish I could say ouch.

Before I could complain, she separated her mouth from mine and threw her head back in a howl, her climax rocking her body against mine. I held her tight, not letting her fall to the floor. We stayed locked together like that until her shudders slowed then stopped. Only then did she unlock her knees and drop her feet to the floor.

By this point, it was my knees that were shaky.

She shook her head to settle her hair into a bit less of a wild mess and gathered up her clothes. I stepped back, my wet cock dangling in the air. She glanced down at it, bent over, kissed the tip and giggled again.

Then, just as if nothing had happened, she brushed past me.

As Muffin pranced out the patio door, still nude, clothes clutched across her body, she turned back and spoke again.

"Don't forget to come over for dessert later. Bring some pies."

It was time to get back to baking. I would put my heart into it.