It was a most unusual night, to say the least. I'd just entertained friends at my annual Fourth of July party at my home near the beach, where fireworks would soon be fired off, and had the orgasm of my life at the end of Timmy's quite talented tongue.
The curly-haired blonde 18-year-old was helping me clean up after the party, and we'd found ourselves in my pantry, where after he'd licked some icing off his arm with the longest tongue I'd ever seen, I'd taken him prisoner of my lusty old thighs, clamping his face to my hairy pussy where that immensely talented tongue cruised its way to a pounding, mouth-flooding orgasm, the best I'd ever had in my 59 years on earth.
The boy was a dear, so eager to please, and as I looked at that impossibly sexy bulge in his shorts, the slender hardness running down the baggy leg of it, his eyes imploring me for release, I smiled.
"Our guests will soon be heading to the beach, Timmy," I'd said, pulling him to me for a scorching kiss with that long tongue, his cock grinding into the front of my short summery dress. "I suggest you and I hang back and watch from my upstairs deck. I promise, it'll be the best seat in the house."
Teasingly, I lifted my skirt to flash him my creamy smooth ass in my thong as I left the pantry and the hard-cocked boy watching it.
I mingled with the guests as they left for the beach, knowing Timmy was struggling in the pantry to reduce that throbbing boner before he could come out. My good friend Linda, a well-built fleshy grandmother herself at 62, came up to me, drink in hand, smiling mischievously.
"Where have you been, hon?" she grinned, well into her cups and swaying side to side, her gray-blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. "I thought you'd disappeared."
"Oh, no, just tidying up the pantry, that's all," I sighed, my pussy tingling at the memory of just how tidy I'd gotten in there.
As if on cue, the pantry door cracked open and out stepped a sheepish Timmy, looking left and right and not seeing Linda and I standing in the kitchen, coming out, adjusting his shorts and heading for the bathroom. Linda turned to me, that smile on her face.
"Uh-huh," she said, wiggling her drink in her hand before slugging it down with a wink. "My, my, my, Veronica Leonard, you are so full of naughty surprises."
I just smiled as she sauntered away to the bathroom, rapping it with her knuckles.
"Timmy, don't be long," she said, looking at me with that smile. "Other people gotta go, too, you know..."
I'd assumed Timmy had gone in there to relieve himself, in more ways than one, and had been cut short by the knocking. I mouthed a quick "thank you" to Linda with a wink, and she roared, stepping aside when the flustered Timmy walked out seconds later, hustling by her.
"Sorry, Mrs. Schuster, sorry," he mumbled.
He walked up to me, looking around, all the other guests gone to the beach, where the setting sun would give way to glorious fireworks. I wrapped my arms around him and scooted back on the counter, taking him in my thighs, wrapping them around him and sucking that tongue into my mouth.
"Mrs. Leonard!" he cried softly, trying to pull my insistent legs from his ribs, his cock growing anew in his shorts. "She's..Mrs...she's in there..."
"Not for long, young man," I hissed, squeezing my scissoring thighs harder on him, making him groan, his hands pawing the tight, silky tanned flesh.
The door opened and I released Timmy from my grip, and he stumbled back, facing away as I greeted Linda, who helped herself to another drink.
"See you two at the beach?" she asked with a wink.
"Sure will, hon," I winked back.
She left and I turned Timmy around, taking his hand, leading him upstairs, his gaze behind me fixed to the twitching muscles of my calves as I walked slowly.
"To the balcony, boy," I growled. "As promised."
My balcony off the landing at the top of the stairs faced the beach about 300 yards away, secluded by low trees that afforded a great view. As we stood leaning on the railing, kissing like schoolchildren, I palmed Timmy's tight young ass and slipped my hands inside, feeling the hard, sexy flesh. He groaned, just about suffocating me with his long, talented tongue.
"Let the fireworks begin," I hissed, suddenly pulling his shorts down as the fireworks indeed started on the beach, exploding in the dark sky, lighting the area up, including us.
They'd last a good 20 minutes. As Timmy kissed me, I lifted my skirt and spread my thighs, capturing his long, slender cock inside, squeezing it and making him moan as his kisses spread to my puckered cheeks and down my wrinkled neck, suckling the delicate folds of flesh. He humped my thighs, his trembling hands cupping my sagging ass, kneading the soft flesh as the top of his cock thrust against my hairy pussy, tickling the clit.
I broke away, pushing back, smiling at him as the skies continued to light up around us. Kneeling, I was face to face with the most beautiful young cock I'd ever seen, a solid 8 or so inches, and not terribly thick, dripping with pre-cum.
"One good tongue deserves another, stud," I groaned, looking up at him as I pulled down my dress, my sexy old boobs bouncing free.
He moaned loudly as I tickled the head of his beautiful dick with my tongue, tracing a circle around it, tasting that sexy pre-cum, and then down the back of it. I lifted his dick in my hand, running my tongue over his huge, cum-filled nutsack and up again, looking up at him the whole time, his body twitching in anticipation. The kid was on edge, so ready to blow, so I slurped the head into my sucking mouth and started a slowly building stroking with one hand, corkscrewing the meat into my lips, and with the other, kneaded those big balls, feeling their heat.
"Oh, shit, Mrs. Leonard...oh..oh...shit!!!!!"