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SEVENTY AND STILL SEXY
I have to admit I hadn't really taken much notice of Hazel, even though we'd been neighbours for over two years. She was already living in the small block of retirement flats when I'd moved in. It was probably because of the age difference, I was in my late fifties, I'd retired early due to ill health, and I guessed that she was in her seventies. Don't get me wrong, she was an attractive woman, about five and a half feet tall, with shoulder length blonde hair with coffee coloured highlights, green eyes and a half tidy figure. I suppose one reason was, that like most people, I was under the impression that ladies of her age just weren't interested in sex any more. I was soon to learn just how wrong I was!!!
It all started at the annual Christmas get together at our local pub, something our resident warden organised every year. I'd never seen Hazel outside the confines of the flats, so you can imagine my surprise when she turned up in a nice, knee length black skirt teamed with a white satin blouse that did wonders for her upper body. For the first time, I could see that she had a good pair of knockers and I could just make out the outline of her bra through the blouse. She had make-up on, another first, and from what I could see of her legs they were in pretty good shape too.
We finished up sitting at the same table and began chatting. I found out, that like me, she was divorced and had been for twenty years and that she had had a couple of failed relationships but at the moment was unattached. After a couple of hours, the party started to break up and Hazel asked if I'd like to join her for a coffee. Of course I accepted and after the short walk back to the flats I was sitting in her lounge watching her bustling about in the kitchen. This gave me the chance to check her out more thoroughly. As I've already said, she had a nice bust and legs and as she bent down to get things out of the bottom cupboards, I could see that she also had a nice shaped rear end. A couple of times, as she bent over, I caught a glimpse of something that had my cock hardening in my slacks. She was wearing stockings!!!
Once the coffee was made, she returned from the kitchen and we sat on the couch and carried on with our chat. She asked how long I'd been divorced and was I in a relationship. After I'd told her ten years and no I wasn't in a relationship, I saw her smile. We carried on chatting but I noticed that the conversation was getting a bit more intimate, she began asking about my past girlfriends, how old they were, what colour hair they had, at first fairly innocuous things but then suddenly, totally out of the blue, what they were like in bed. I was gob smacked and at first didn't know what to say but eventually said I had no complaints. Of course the direction the conversation was going was having an effect on one certain part of my anatomy and if I'd tried to hide it, it would only have drawn her attention to it, so I just sat there hoping she wouldn't notice. Some hope!!! I was a little uncomfortable at the direction the conversation was going but also intrigued at how far she'd push the boundaries but I certainly wasn't expecting her next question. She asked if I'd ever performed oral sex on my girlfriends, it appeared there were no boundaries.
At first I was lost for words but eventually told her that yes I had. She seemed to get a sad sort of look on her face and shook her head. “My husband would never do that,” she said, “he said it was dirty and perverted. He was strictly a missionary man,” she added. By now my cock was almost bursting my zip and she looked down at it. “Did they... errr...you know....?” she said, nodding down at my erection. Again, for a couple of seconds, I was lost for words but again I answered yes. “I've never done that either,” she said, “that was something else he wouldn't do.” this was getting too much for me and I had two choices. I could either take my leave and get the hell out of there or, stick around and see how far she was willing to go. I chose the latter!!!
Putting my cup down on the coffee table, I turned to her and placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her face towards me. She sighed deeply as my lips closed with hers and met in a kiss that started gently but quickly became more passionate as she leant back on the couch. She was moaning softly into my mouth as I moved one hand to her chest and began to stroke her breasts through her blouse. Even through the two layers of fabric between my hand and her nipples, I could feel that they were already hard and I felt a shiver run through her body as I ran the palm of my hand over them. While my one hand was massaging her breasts, my other had moved from the back of her head and was on her knee, making its way up under her skirt. Now it was my turn to groan as I encountered the top of her stockings and her legs parted slightly in an unspoken invitation, an invitation I wasn't slow to accept.
I moved the hand down between her legs and stroked my fingers over the soft skin of her inner thighs and she gasped as I brushed them over the crotch of her panties. She slid her hand under mine and began to unbutton the top of her blouse, uncovering a brilliant white satin bra which contrasted perfectly with her unusually well tanned skin. I found out later that she regularly visited a nudist resort when she was on holiday in Florida. The bra pushed her breasts upwards and inwards, creating a near perfect cleavage which my finger was soon exploring. She gasped again as it slipped inside one of the cups and ran over a hard nipple.
I couldn't see my other hand as it was hidden under her skirt, but Hazel raised her hips, reached down with both hands and pulled the skirt up around her waist. Now I was treated to what I think is one of the sexiest sights known to man. Above the dark band of her stocking tops, the tanned skin of each thigh was split by a white strap to her suspender belt and at the junction of her thighs, the moist, swollen bulge of her pussy lips, hidden only by a layer of thin, white satin, pulled tightly over them.
Now that I could see what I was doing, I slid my finger lower, and pushed the crotch of her panties into the cleft between her outer lips and when she cried out, I knew I'd made contact with her satin covered clit. Her back arched up from the couch and she pressed herself against my finger, her whole body going rigid. I felt a tremor run through her, then the unmistakable aroma of a woman coming. For well over a minute she just lay there rigid, her body trembling and her clit pressed hard against my finger until with a long, drawn out sigh, she slumped back onto the couch, her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling as she fought for breath.
After several minute, her eyes opened and she looked up at me. “I'm sorry Mike,” she said softly. “Sorry?” I asked, “sorry. What for Hazel?” “I came Mike, I came too quickly,” she said lowering her eyes, “I couldn't help it, that's the first time a man has touched me down there for over two years. I just couldn't stop it happening.” I moved my hand even lower between her legs and the intensity of her orgasm became apparent, I could feel that the crotch of her panties was soaked with the results of it and as I ran my finger over it, it became wet with her juices. Looking into her eyes, I raised my hand to my face, slipped the finger into my mouth and sucked the heavenly nectar off it. The look on her face told me she knew what was coming next and, as I got off the couch and knelt infront of her, her legs parted and she pulled her skirt even higher until I could see almost to the waistband of her panties. I could see the white satin stretched tightly across her belly and the lace trimmed edge of her suspender belt.
As I eased her legs further apart, I heard her groan and looked up to see that she'd unclipped her bra and was gently tugging at her nipples. Her breasts sagged more than just a little, not surprising though for a woman of her age, but each one was tipped with a fully erect nipple surrounded by a deep pink areola about two inches across. She was watching me intently as I massaged the inside of her thighs with my finger tips then as I moved my face closer to her satin covered pussy, I saw her take a deep breath and hold it in. The aroma of her recent orgasm was filling my senses as I pressed my lips against her pussy and sucked hard. She'd come so hard and the crotch of her panties was so wet, that instantly my mouth was filled with her juices and as I swallowed them down she cried out above me.
I knew that brief taste of her juices I'd had wasn't going to be enough for me, and I slid my hands under her arse cheeks and hooked my fingers into the top of her panties and tugged at them, leaving her in no doubt that I wanted them off. She raised her hips up from the couch and I pulled the last vestige of her modesty down her thighs and slid them down to her ankles then when she lifted them off the floor, off over her feet. For a second, I held the soft satin against my face, feeling the warmth of her on them then I returned my attention to the gates to heaven between her thighs. I was surprised to see that she wasn't, as I'd expected, a mass of grey hair down below but instead had just a light covering of greying, blonde hair covering her mound but below that she was almost hairless, with just the odd wisp on her outer lips. I could see that there was already a new sheen of her juices on them and as I ran my hands up her inner thighs towards them I heard her take another deep breath again which was only released when my thumbs brushed along the edge of them.
Now to me the aroma of an aroused woman is as intoxicating as the taste and, as I moved my face closer and eased her outer lips apart, that intoxication became stronger. I could now see her inner lips and was surprised at how delicate they looked. They were like the petals of a dusky, pink flower and her arousal glistened on them like beads of morning dew and I knew what I had to do next. I moved my face even closer and sucked the warm, wet folds into my mouth, before running my tongue over them. The reaction was almost instantaneous, as a trickle of her juices ran down over my chin and I lowered my face even more to capture it, covering the source with my lips and sucking as hard as I could. I was rewarded with a mouthful of her nectar which went the same way as the brief taste I'd had earlier. I was now like a man possessed, as I slid my tongue into her, feeling her inner muscles contract around it as I worked it in as deep as I could.
As I slowly tongue fucked her, Hazel became more animated and her hips started to rise rhythmically off the couch, matching the probing thrusts of my tongue. Now the penetration achievable orally isn't all that deep so, reluctantly I replaced my tongue with two fingers and moved my lips up to her clit sucking on it gently while sliding the fingers in and out of her. Hazel was now becoming even more animated and her hips were thrusting violently against my hand and she let out a loud cry. “Oh God, Mike, I'm coming, you're making me come again.” As she spoke, I felt my fingers bathed in a warm, viscous liquid, as her orgasm hit her and hit her hard. Just before her thighs clamped around my head, I managed to pull my fingers out of her and cover the source with my mouth. I could feel her pussy spasming as wave after wave of her juices poured into it, filling it with her heavenly nectar.
Her orgasm seemed to go on for ever but I stuck to my guns and sucked and swallowed as hard as I could and to my credit, didn't waste a drop of her sweet love honey, taking all she had to give until I felt the pressure of her thighs around my head relax and her hips collapsed back onto the couch again. I moved back from between her legs and looked up at her. Her eyes were open and she was staring at a point on the ceiling above her, moaning softly in what appeared to be a sort of post orgasmic trance. She didn't move until I got up and resumed my place beside her on the couch then she turned and looked at me. “My God Mike,” she said, “what have I been missing? That was amazing, I've never come so hard in my life. It was fantastic.” I smiled at her and leant over to kiss her. At first she just kissed me back then I felt her tense slightly and she pulled away. “Is that that what I taste like down there?” she asked and I realised that this was the first time she'd ever tasted her own juices. I smiled at her. “Yes,” I said, “now can you see why I enjoy it so much?” She thought for a moment then smiled. “Well yes, I suppose it's what you'd call an acquired taste,” she said as she kissed me again.
As we sat there I could see that there was something else on her mind and eventually she turned to me. “Do you taste like that Mike?” she asked, looking down at the bulge in my slacks. In the past I had kissed some of my girlfriends after they'd sucked me off but with them not being swallowers, I couldn't really say for sure and told her so. Hazel then began asking questions about how it felt when my girlfriends had sucked me off. How long it took before I came, how long I came for and how hard I came. It was clear she wanted to try it but seemed hesitant to make the first move, so I did it for her.
I unfastened the top of my slacks then lowered the zip and pushed them down to my knees, then opened my shirt and pushed my boxers down. I heard Hazel gasp when she saw the full extent of my erection and wasn't sure whether it was the size of it or the fact that this was the first cock she'd seen in over five years, either way she seemed impressed and as I took her wrist and guided her hand towards it, she didn't resist and straight away wrapped her fingers around it. I placed my hand over hers and worked it up and down my shaft, forcing a bead of pre-cum from the tip. She seemed surprised when she saw it and I realised that even when she'd been married her sexual experience hadn't been at all adventurous and this was the first time she'd seen the workings of a man's cock. As more beads of pre-cum were forced from the tip of my knob, I reached down and scooped some up on my finger and transferred it to her lips.
At first she kept them tightly closed, but gradually I saw them relax and the tip of her tongue run over them. She sat there for a minute or two, getting used to the new experience then to my complete and utter surprise, lowered her head into my lap and began to lick the tip of my knob. At first it was just brief flicking actions but as she got used to the taste she circled it with tongue then when I applied slight pressure to the back of her head, she allowed my knob to slip between her lips into her mouth. She gagged slightly at first but when I took my hand away, she just sat there, her lips covering my knob. Not wanting to take things too quickly, I tensed my stomach muscles, causing my knob to swell inside her mouth. She jumped at the change but still didn't take her lips off my cock and I decided it was time to take things further.
I returned my hand to the back of her head and let it rest there, not applying any pressure at all, leaving her to take things at her own pace. After of her swirling her tongue around over my knob, she began to lower her head, sliding her lips down my shaft until she pulled back sharply when the tip of my knob touched the roof of her mouth. She paused and looked up at me, but I just smiled at her. “Take your time Hazel,” I said softly, “there's no rush.” She returned my smile and once again covered my knob with her lips, sliding them down my shaft again, this time though, when my knob touched the roof of her mouth, she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to bob her head up and down, stopping when her lips reached her fist. I think using it as a guide made her feel more comfortable and she began to relax and actually seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. Now it had been some time since I'd last felt a lady's lips around my cock and knew I wasn't going to last long and, sure enough, after just a couple of minutes I felt my climax building.
I also knew that as this was Hazel's first time, coming in her mouth might be a step too far too soon so, just before I came, I lifted her mouth off my cock. At first she seemed unsure what was happening but as my cumm erupted from the tip of my cock, she gasped and watched intently as wad after wad shot into the air, landing on my stomach. Eventually though it slowed down until it was just oozing from the tip of my knob and running down my shaft. I was quite happy to call it a day, I'd had my first blow job in ages and for her first time, Hazel had made it a memorable one, so I was totally unprepared for what happened next.
Smiling at me, she lowered her head again and took, my now, cumm coated knob back into her mouth, swirling her tongue over it all the time making little groaning noises. I felt the suction of her lips and the sensation of the last of my seed being drawn up my shaft. Now I'm no super stud, repeater so knew there was no fear of me coming again, so I was quite content to lay back and let her have her fun, which she did, for a good five minutes until she finally straightened up and leant back on the couch.
She looked down at my stomach, at the puddle of cumm lying in my navel and smiled. “I'm sorry about that Mike,” she said, “maybe next time.” I was still reeling at the “next time” comment when she got up, pushed her skirt back down and disappeared into the hallway. She returned a couple of seconds later with a warm wash-cloth and proceeded to clean the cumm off my stomach.
After I'd tidied myself up again and Hazel had made fresh coffee, we sat drinking it and Hazel turned to me and smiled. “Thank you Mike,” she said, “I would never have dreamt that at seventy two I would be getting my pussy eaten for the first time or that I would be giving my first, what do you call it, blow job?” I smiled back at her, my misconceptions about seventy plus ladies well and truly out of the window.
I have to admit I hadn't really taken much notice of Hazel, even though we'd been neighbours for over two years. She was already living in the small block of retirement flats when I'd moved in. It was probably because of the age difference, I was in my late fifties, I'd retired early due to ill health, and I guessed that she was in her seventies. Don't get me wrong, she was an attractive woman, about five and a half feet tall, with shoulder length blonde hair with coffee coloured highlights, green eyes and a half tidy figure. I suppose one reason was, that like most people, I was under the impression that ladies of her age just weren't interested in sex any more. I was soon to learn just how wrong I was!!!
It all started at the annual Christmas get together at our local pub, something our resident warden organised every year. I'd never seen Hazel outside the confines of the flats, so you can imagine my surprise when she turned up in a nice, knee length black skirt teamed with a white satin blouse that did wonders for her upper body. For the first time, I could see that she had a good pair of knockers and I could just make out the outline of her bra through the blouse. She had make-up on, another first, and from what I could see of her legs they were in pretty good shape too.
We finished up sitting at the same table and began chatting. I found out, that like me, she was divorced and had been for twenty years and that she had had a couple of failed relationships but at the moment was unattached. After a couple of hours, the party started to break up and Hazel asked if I'd like to join her for a coffee. Of course I accepted and after the short walk back to the flats I was sitting in her lounge watching her bustling about in the kitchen. This gave me the chance to check her out more thoroughly. As I've already said, she had a nice bust and legs and as she bent down to get things out of the bottom cupboards, I could see that she also had a nice shaped rear end. A couple of times, as she bent over, I caught a glimpse of something that had my cock hardening in my slacks. She was wearing stockings!!!
Once the coffee was made, she returned from the kitchen and we sat on the couch and carried on with our chat. She asked how long I'd been divorced and was I in a relationship. After I'd told her ten years and no I wasn't in a relationship, I saw her smile. We carried on chatting but I noticed that the conversation was getting a bit more intimate, she began asking about my past girlfriends, how old they were, what colour hair they had, at first fairly innocuous things but then suddenly, totally out of the blue, what they were like in bed. I was gob smacked and at first didn't know what to say but eventually said I had no complaints. Of course the direction the conversation was going was having an effect on one certain part of my anatomy and if I'd tried to hide it, it would only have drawn her attention to it, so I just sat there hoping she wouldn't notice. Some hope!!! I was a little uncomfortable at the direction the conversation was going but also intrigued at how far she'd push the boundaries but I certainly wasn't expecting her next question. She asked if I'd ever performed oral sex on my girlfriends, it appeared there were no boundaries.
At first I was lost for words but eventually told her that yes I had. She seemed to get a sad sort of look on her face and shook her head. “My husband would never do that,” she said, “he said it was dirty and perverted. He was strictly a missionary man,” she added. By now my cock was almost bursting my zip and she looked down at it. “Did they... errr...you know....?” she said, nodding down at my erection. Again, for a couple of seconds, I was lost for words but again I answered yes. “I've never done that either,” she said, “that was something else he wouldn't do.” this was getting too much for me and I had two choices. I could either take my leave and get the hell out of there or, stick around and see how far she was willing to go. I chose the latter!!!
Putting my cup down on the coffee table, I turned to her and placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her face towards me. She sighed deeply as my lips closed with hers and met in a kiss that started gently but quickly became more passionate as she leant back on the couch. She was moaning softly into my mouth as I moved one hand to her chest and began to stroke her breasts through her blouse. Even through the two layers of fabric between my hand and her nipples, I could feel that they were already hard and I felt a shiver run through her body as I ran the palm of my hand over them. While my one hand was massaging her breasts, my other had moved from the back of her head and was on her knee, making its way up under her skirt. Now it was my turn to groan as I encountered the top of her stockings and her legs parted slightly in an unspoken invitation, an invitation I wasn't slow to accept.
I moved the hand down between her legs and stroked my fingers over the soft skin of her inner thighs and she gasped as I brushed them over the crotch of her panties. She slid her hand under mine and began to unbutton the top of her blouse, uncovering a brilliant white satin bra which contrasted perfectly with her unusually well tanned skin. I found out later that she regularly visited a nudist resort when she was on holiday in Florida. The bra pushed her breasts upwards and inwards, creating a near perfect cleavage which my finger was soon exploring. She gasped again as it slipped inside one of the cups and ran over a hard nipple.
I couldn't see my other hand as it was hidden under her skirt, but Hazel raised her hips, reached down with both hands and pulled the skirt up around her waist. Now I was treated to what I think is one of the sexiest sights known to man. Above the dark band of her stocking tops, the tanned skin of each thigh was split by a white strap to her suspender belt and at the junction of her thighs, the moist, swollen bulge of her pussy lips, hidden only by a layer of thin, white satin, pulled tightly over them.
Now that I could see what I was doing, I slid my finger lower, and pushed the crotch of her panties into the cleft between her outer lips and when she cried out, I knew I'd made contact with her satin covered clit. Her back arched up from the couch and she pressed herself against my finger, her whole body going rigid. I felt a tremor run through her, then the unmistakable aroma of a woman coming. For well over a minute she just lay there rigid, her body trembling and her clit pressed hard against my finger until with a long, drawn out sigh, she slumped back onto the couch, her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling as she fought for breath.
After several minute, her eyes opened and she looked up at me. “I'm sorry Mike,” she said softly. “Sorry?” I asked, “sorry. What for Hazel?” “I came Mike, I came too quickly,” she said lowering her eyes, “I couldn't help it, that's the first time a man has touched me down there for over two years. I just couldn't stop it happening.” I moved my hand even lower between her legs and the intensity of her orgasm became apparent, I could feel that the crotch of her panties was soaked with the results of it and as I ran my finger over it, it became wet with her juices. Looking into her eyes, I raised my hand to my face, slipped the finger into my mouth and sucked the heavenly nectar off it. The look on her face told me she knew what was coming next and, as I got off the couch and knelt infront of her, her legs parted and she pulled her skirt even higher until I could see almost to the waistband of her panties. I could see the white satin stretched tightly across her belly and the lace trimmed edge of her suspender belt.
As I eased her legs further apart, I heard her groan and looked up to see that she'd unclipped her bra and was gently tugging at her nipples. Her breasts sagged more than just a little, not surprising though for a woman of her age, but each one was tipped with a fully erect nipple surrounded by a deep pink areola about two inches across. She was watching me intently as I massaged the inside of her thighs with my finger tips then as I moved my face closer to her satin covered pussy, I saw her take a deep breath and hold it in. The aroma of her recent orgasm was filling my senses as I pressed my lips against her pussy and sucked hard. She'd come so hard and the crotch of her panties was so wet, that instantly my mouth was filled with her juices and as I swallowed them down she cried out above me.
I knew that brief taste of her juices I'd had wasn't going to be enough for me, and I slid my hands under her arse cheeks and hooked my fingers into the top of her panties and tugged at them, leaving her in no doubt that I wanted them off. She raised her hips up from the couch and I pulled the last vestige of her modesty down her thighs and slid them down to her ankles then when she lifted them off the floor, off over her feet. For a second, I held the soft satin against my face, feeling the warmth of her on them then I returned my attention to the gates to heaven between her thighs. I was surprised to see that she wasn't, as I'd expected, a mass of grey hair down below but instead had just a light covering of greying, blonde hair covering her mound but below that she was almost hairless, with just the odd wisp on her outer lips. I could see that there was already a new sheen of her juices on them and as I ran my hands up her inner thighs towards them I heard her take another deep breath again which was only released when my thumbs brushed along the edge of them.
Now to me the aroma of an aroused woman is as intoxicating as the taste and, as I moved my face closer and eased her outer lips apart, that intoxication became stronger. I could now see her inner lips and was surprised at how delicate they looked. They were like the petals of a dusky, pink flower and her arousal glistened on them like beads of morning dew and I knew what I had to do next. I moved my face even closer and sucked the warm, wet folds into my mouth, before running my tongue over them. The reaction was almost instantaneous, as a trickle of her juices ran down over my chin and I lowered my face even more to capture it, covering the source with my lips and sucking as hard as I could. I was rewarded with a mouthful of her nectar which went the same way as the brief taste I'd had earlier. I was now like a man possessed, as I slid my tongue into her, feeling her inner muscles contract around it as I worked it in as deep as I could.
As I slowly tongue fucked her, Hazel became more animated and her hips started to rise rhythmically off the couch, matching the probing thrusts of my tongue. Now the penetration achievable orally isn't all that deep so, reluctantly I replaced my tongue with two fingers and moved my lips up to her clit sucking on it gently while sliding the fingers in and out of her. Hazel was now becoming even more animated and her hips were thrusting violently against my hand and she let out a loud cry. “Oh God, Mike, I'm coming, you're making me come again.” As she spoke, I felt my fingers bathed in a warm, viscous liquid, as her orgasm hit her and hit her hard. Just before her thighs clamped around my head, I managed to pull my fingers out of her and cover the source with my mouth. I could feel her pussy spasming as wave after wave of her juices poured into it, filling it with her heavenly nectar.
Her orgasm seemed to go on for ever but I stuck to my guns and sucked and swallowed as hard as I could and to my credit, didn't waste a drop of her sweet love honey, taking all she had to give until I felt the pressure of her thighs around my head relax and her hips collapsed back onto the couch again. I moved back from between her legs and looked up at her. Her eyes were open and she was staring at a point on the ceiling above her, moaning softly in what appeared to be a sort of post orgasmic trance. She didn't move until I got up and resumed my place beside her on the couch then she turned and looked at me. “My God Mike,” she said, “what have I been missing? That was amazing, I've never come so hard in my life. It was fantastic.” I smiled at her and leant over to kiss her. At first she just kissed me back then I felt her tense slightly and she pulled away. “Is that that what I taste like down there?” she asked and I realised that this was the first time she'd ever tasted her own juices. I smiled at her. “Yes,” I said, “now can you see why I enjoy it so much?” She thought for a moment then smiled. “Well yes, I suppose it's what you'd call an acquired taste,” she said as she kissed me again.
As we sat there I could see that there was something else on her mind and eventually she turned to me. “Do you taste like that Mike?” she asked, looking down at the bulge in my slacks. In the past I had kissed some of my girlfriends after they'd sucked me off but with them not being swallowers, I couldn't really say for sure and told her so. Hazel then began asking questions about how it felt when my girlfriends had sucked me off. How long it took before I came, how long I came for and how hard I came. It was clear she wanted to try it but seemed hesitant to make the first move, so I did it for her.
I unfastened the top of my slacks then lowered the zip and pushed them down to my knees, then opened my shirt and pushed my boxers down. I heard Hazel gasp when she saw the full extent of my erection and wasn't sure whether it was the size of it or the fact that this was the first cock she'd seen in over five years, either way she seemed impressed and as I took her wrist and guided her hand towards it, she didn't resist and straight away wrapped her fingers around it. I placed my hand over hers and worked it up and down my shaft, forcing a bead of pre-cum from the tip. She seemed surprised when she saw it and I realised that even when she'd been married her sexual experience hadn't been at all adventurous and this was the first time she'd seen the workings of a man's cock. As more beads of pre-cum were forced from the tip of my knob, I reached down and scooped some up on my finger and transferred it to her lips.
At first she kept them tightly closed, but gradually I saw them relax and the tip of her tongue run over them. She sat there for a minute or two, getting used to the new experience then to my complete and utter surprise, lowered her head into my lap and began to lick the tip of my knob. At first it was just brief flicking actions but as she got used to the taste she circled it with tongue then when I applied slight pressure to the back of her head, she allowed my knob to slip between her lips into her mouth. She gagged slightly at first but when I took my hand away, she just sat there, her lips covering my knob. Not wanting to take things too quickly, I tensed my stomach muscles, causing my knob to swell inside her mouth. She jumped at the change but still didn't take her lips off my cock and I decided it was time to take things further.
I returned my hand to the back of her head and let it rest there, not applying any pressure at all, leaving her to take things at her own pace. After of her swirling her tongue around over my knob, she began to lower her head, sliding her lips down my shaft until she pulled back sharply when the tip of my knob touched the roof of her mouth. She paused and looked up at me, but I just smiled at her. “Take your time Hazel,” I said softly, “there's no rush.” She returned my smile and once again covered my knob with her lips, sliding them down my shaft again, this time though, when my knob touched the roof of her mouth, she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to bob her head up and down, stopping when her lips reached her fist. I think using it as a guide made her feel more comfortable and she began to relax and actually seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. Now it had been some time since I'd last felt a lady's lips around my cock and knew I wasn't going to last long and, sure enough, after just a couple of minutes I felt my climax building.
I also knew that as this was Hazel's first time, coming in her mouth might be a step too far too soon so, just before I came, I lifted her mouth off my cock. At first she seemed unsure what was happening but as my cumm erupted from the tip of my cock, she gasped and watched intently as wad after wad shot into the air, landing on my stomach. Eventually though it slowed down until it was just oozing from the tip of my knob and running down my shaft. I was quite happy to call it a day, I'd had my first blow job in ages and for her first time, Hazel had made it a memorable one, so I was totally unprepared for what happened next.
Smiling at me, she lowered her head again and took, my now, cumm coated knob back into her mouth, swirling her tongue over it all the time making little groaning noises. I felt the suction of her lips and the sensation of the last of my seed being drawn up my shaft. Now I'm no super stud, repeater so knew there was no fear of me coming again, so I was quite content to lay back and let her have her fun, which she did, for a good five minutes until she finally straightened up and leant back on the couch.
She looked down at my stomach, at the puddle of cumm lying in my navel and smiled. “I'm sorry about that Mike,” she said, “maybe next time.” I was still reeling at the “next time” comment when she got up, pushed her skirt back down and disappeared into the hallway. She returned a couple of seconds later with a warm wash-cloth and proceeded to clean the cumm off my stomach.
After I'd tidied myself up again and Hazel had made fresh coffee, we sat drinking it and Hazel turned to me and smiled. “Thank you Mike,” she said, “I would never have dreamt that at seventy two I would be getting my pussy eaten for the first time or that I would be giving my first, what do you call it, blow job?” I smiled back at her, my misconceptions about seventy plus ladies well and truly out of the window.
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