The Old Man In Apt J

In September of last year, my mother and I moved into an older apartment complex on the West side of town, a few miles from our old house. I had just turned eighteen about a week before my father decided he wanted a divorce. My name is Bonnie, and this is how I got to know the old man in apartment J.

My dad, mom, and I stayed in the house for six months before it was foreclosed on; after that, we were on our own. Dad shacked up with another woman while Mom and I surfed a few sofas here and there before landing on a friend's couch.

For a few months, we stayed with a friend of my mother's because she was struggling to find a job, but once she could afford it, she found us a place of our own. It was a good thing, too, because the husband of Mom's friend was starting to get a little weird around me. I didn't tell my mother, but I noticed that he was lingering around when I was alone, and he seemed to be conveniently nearby after my showers when I was wrapped in just a towel.

My mother's name is Sue, she's a bit older than most other mothers, and she had me late in life. She's in her late fifties, about five-seven, chubby, and rather small-breasted, it's kind of a family trait of the women on her side of the family, unfortunately or maybe not, I have inherited my father's side of the gene pool, evident by my large breasts and athletic build.

I stand 5'5" and weigh just barely 114 lbs. I was on the swim team before we moved, and I am still quite fit. My dad, who has always been as inappropriate as possible, would tease me because my breasts were somewhat large for my age, claiming I could never drown and noting that I inherited them from his side of the family.

Mom worked full time, but she could still barely afford our low-end apartment. This was fine, except that I would be spending a lot of time at home alone.

The neighborhood is kinda sketchy, even during the day. After we moved in, and for a couple of months afterward, I tended to stay home after school and hide in our apartment. I find myself missing out on a lot of things because my mother can't afford much. And I get it, I understand she's doing her best for us, but I can't help feeling a little depressed these days.

As a consequence of my self-imposed seclusion, I got to see how life was in our apartment complex. Lots of older tenants and only a few kids, all of whom were under the age of eight or ten, and most don't speak much English.

Eventually, I would venture out into the pool area to gather some sun on a Saturday afternoon. Mom was at work, and as usual, I was home alone. Turning up the volume on my earbuds, I sink into the deck chair and become oblivious to the kids in the pool. But as I sat there soaking up sun rays, I happened to catch a glimpse of him as he walked past the pool with a basket of dirty clothes, headed for the laundry room.

People in the complex called him "J," and that came with a bit of subtle gossip and a warning of sorts. A handful of old widowed or divorced ladies held him in a rather low regard, as did some others who believed the stories about him, but practically all the other old men just considered him one of the guys.

I would eventually discover his real name, as well as why he was gossiped about. He said I could call him by his real name, but only when we were alone together. It was my privilege as someone close to him, and I made sure to keep it to myself. It was a small price to pay for what we had together.

"J" is in his late sixties, widowed, and lives alone. He's just over six feet and very slender yet weirdly muscular for an old skinny guy. As I watched him walk past the pool fence, I got the impression that he wasn't particularly a friendly or talkative type. I remembered thinking I should probably steer clear of him, and that was even before I heard the rumors about him. Anyway, it was just a moment in passing, and I went back to oblivion and my music.

As time went on, I would see him frequently as I left for school or made my way through the apartments when I got home. Each time, our little encounters were brief and inconsequential; he always looked at me sternly yet with a sense of interest. I always just smiled and said hello politely.

From time to time, my mother and I would sit out by the pool and talk teasingly about the old retired men who would be out for a swim.

Mom had always been a very shy woman, never to utter a foul word or turn of phrase. So it was a delight to tease her about the men in their wet swim trunks as they would parade around the pool in front of us, secretly, I think she liked it. Secretly, I did as well; those old men were not shy about their manhood being on display, flopping around and jostling about as they walked around the pool after a swim.

I guess Mom and I teasing about them was a way for me to hide my very eager interest from her. I don't know why, or what changed in me, but lately seeing older men made me very wet and horny, especially if I thought about what they might want to do to me if they could.

When I was on the swim team, our coach was this older guy like the old men in my apartment complex, a little chubby but very much a man in his little deck shorts, kneeling and squatting poolside. His bulge was big and very evident, and when he knelt poolside to speak to us, it slipped down to one side of his shorts like a small sack of potatoes. The girls on the team all talked about him.

To be honest, at some point when my father teased me about my breasts, it kinda made me feel tingly to think that older men might like me in that way. It made me wonder about things adult men liked and wanted. My father could be an inappropriate asshole at times, and because of that I began to notice men and eventually noticed he was just a man as well. One afternoon, I discovered my dad had a bulge in his pants too, like Coach did, but not as big, and I very often looked at him curiously.

Since I was often home alone and left to my own devices, I discovered many ways to pass the time. Most were typical teenage girl activities, but increasingly, I found that being home alone gave me ample opportunity to reflect on things I probably should not be thinking about. Not the least of which were those old men in their wet swim trunks.

I didn't have a cell phone because Mom couldn't afford two. I did have a laptop, but we couldn't afford wifi, so I was forced to entertain myself in other ways.

So as my horny desires became a force to be dealt with, I had to do things the old fashioned way. I started to toy around with being nude around the house while my mom was at work. It was fun, but that led to playing with my body, and that led to a very delightful discovery. Suddenly I had a very naughty habit, and I would spend hours rubbing and fingering my pussy.

Over time once I realized how to do it, I couldn't believe how much I liked to make myself cum and I endeavored to do so in as many ways as I could imagine.

Well, into my self-gratification habits, I couldn't help but start to see the boys at school much differently, as I did a few of my teachers. The old men in my apartment complex suddenly held a more lustful interest and curiosity for me. I was now fantasizing about some of the guys at school screwing me and it wasn't much of a leap to imaging those men in my apartment building doing it to me as well.

This morning, Mom left early for work, and I wasn't able to get a ride to school. I promised to walk as it wasn't too terribly far, but I needed to leave early to have enough time to walk the distance and make it on time. Well, I got into the shower and lost track of time playing with myself. By the time I got out, I saw I might not make it on time. Dressing quickly, I grabbed my backpack and headed out. As I made my way down passed the laundry room, I ran into J, and I stopped dead in my tracks, because I rounded the corner and almost bumped into him.

We both stood there looking at one another, and as I apologized, I slowly made my way passed him. I explained briefly why I was in such a hurry, smiled, and kept walking. As I continue on my way, I hear him say, "I can give you a ride if you want." I stopped and turned to look at him, and he smiled at me in a way that just made me say yes to his offer without thinking. Instantly, I felt something deep down inside of me, I couldn't explain it, but I suddenly felt this warmth flush through me and my pussy started to ache something fierce. It was as if I had just permitted him to fuck me.

I waited by the laundry room while he went back for his keys, and then we drove to my school. The trip wasn't long, and we both sat silent for the most part. I, for one, have some very mixed feelings going around in my head about accepting the ride. On the one hand, I was warned not to get close to him, but that only made me curious.

But I didn't want my mother to find out either, so we did have that conversation, and we both agreed that keeping it to ourselves would be best for us both.

I said thanks, and he offered me a ride anytime, and that was that, and I watched him drive away. But that whole day, I had that old man on my mind. I was horny and very wet, not necessarily because of him because that's just how I've been as of late, wet and horny almost all the time.

But accepting the ride that morning felt like I had accepted something more that he wanted to give me, something an old man shouldn't be giving a young girl who hasn't even graduated from high school yet. But there was a deep craving inside, and I think I was hoping those rumors about him were true.

Sitting in his truck as we drove, I fantasized about him a little. I guess I might have wanted something to happen even as I was afraid of what could happen if he decides to drive past my school and take me to some abandoned warehouse or out to the desert to molest me in some perverted horny old man way. It all just made me ache to high heaven.

After I got home that afternoon, I watched him from my apartment window as he walked around the pool area. I was naked and stood watching as I rubbed my super wet cunt. I thought to myself that I swear I would let him in if he would just knock on my door.

That night I made myself cum so many times...

My mother works in retail, so she's gone on the weekends. So this particular Saturday wasn't any different. When I got up, she had already left, and I just slipped out of my PJs and lay on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. I opened my legs and the warm air felt so nice on my moist pussy.

I could hear the kids outside yelling and running around, and I wondered what my mother would think if she walked through the front door just now to see me sprawled on the sofa.

I let my hand wander down my body, and my fingers find and gently fondle my little button. I moan mournfully as I close my eyes to savor that familiar sensation as it slowly builds. I unintentionally hump my hips as I imaging some old man laying his heavy body on mine, feeling that warmth sooth my young flesh.

As I imagine my helpless body being molested by some horny old guy I start to whimper and purr. As I open my eyes, something snaps in me, and I know in that very moment, it's time for me to stop pretending.

I get up from the sofa and slowly make my way to the window, and peek through the drapes down to the pool area. He's not there, and I sigh a little. But I know what apartment he's in and I start to contemplate something very naughty.

After a long shower, I succeeded in tempering my lustful desires. But there's something in me now that's undeniable and there's only one way to satisfy the craving that's making my pussy ached so terribly. Yet I'm afraid of what could happen even as I want it to happen so desperately.

I look out my window again, and I watch one or two of those old men walking around, and then I see him stopping to talk with his buddies. I don't care who, and I have no concern for my safety in this moment of lust; all I can think about is letting it happen. I want it in me and I want to feel it deeply and ravenously. I want to get fucked so bad and I don't care if they all line up to do it to me.

In a daze, I slip on some shorts and a tank top, of course, I don't bother with panties or my bra. I grab a towel, earbuds, and my keys. Locking the door behind me, I head down to the pool. As I walk too the stairs, I pass a couple of my older neighbors as they stand by the railing, talking. I say hello as I pass. My nipples are very hard, and my tank top is thin, so I know they got a good look, but I just smiled at them invitingly as I passed.

Picking a deck lounge, I settle in and drop my sunglasses, and wait to see if he will walk passed again today.

After a dip in the pool and a very obvious walk around to my deck chair, I notice a couple of the old guys are watching. I smile to myself as I know I'm getting their attention.

But to my dismay, J doesn't make an appearance. I stay a while and let the warm sun calm my inner desires before heading back upstairs.

Back in my apartment, I take a quick shower and then gather a load of clothes for the wash. I slip on a simple sun dress and make my way to the laundry room. My mind is still flush with my horny thoughts but at least I'm not panting like a bitch in heat I think to myself as I head down the stairs.

Walking into the laundry room, I'm stopped in my tracks. J is talking with one of the other neighbors standing next to the dryers. I smile at them as I set my basket down and lift the lid to the washer. Both men say nothing but simply grin back at me. I'm immediately nervous, and at the same time, I begin to ache, and I can feel myself start to moisten.

As I load my clothes into the washer, I think about the fact that I'm not wearing panties or a bra. Could this be how it's supposed to happen? I again start to let my mind run wild with lustful thoughts as I pour the laundry detergent. What do I say to them? Should I just ask them to fuck me? Should I just lift my little dress and show them my bare pussy? My mind is spinning wildly and I can feel my pussy aching with my every movement.

As I close the lid, I pause for a moment and squeeze my thighs together tightly; the slippery wetness is undeniable. I turn slowly back around to J and his friend, they both just look at me with subtle grins, as I'm sure I had a similar expression. Face to face with him and his buddy, I freeze, not knowing what to say, and I stare blankly at him.

"Thanks again for the ride the other day," I blurt out... J says it was no problem and again offers to give me a ride anytime as I pick up my basket to leave. With one last look back at him, I walk out the door and head for the stairs across the pool area. But as I turn to walk up the stairs, I see that J is standing by the washroom just inside the doorway alone, watching me. I get that funny feeling inside as I start to wonder if I should go back. Just before taking that first step up the stairs, I look at him again as I feel that aching between my thighs throb intensely.

When I reached the top floor, I looked across and saw J walking along on the other side, looking in my direction. I smile, not knowing if he could even see it. I open my door and step inside, and as I turn to shut it, I look in his direction. He's still watching me from inside his doorway. I wave subtly and slowly shut my door.

Dropping the basket at the door, I hurried into my room and pulled off my little dress and lay down, spreading my legs wide. I was sloppily wet and easily slid my three fingers in and out as fast and hard as I could... "Fuck me J," I moaned over and over again.

The next morning, Mom wakes me up just before she leaves with a kiss and a hug. As I lie in my bed, I hear the door creak shut and lock, and I know I'm alone again for the rest of the day.

It doesn't take me long to shower, and once I dry off, I just stay nude and get comfy on the sofa. I close my eyes and listen for the kids outside. Relaxing I slowly work my self into a horny mess as I start to let my mind wonder once more imagining the old men who live in my apartment complex.

No sooner had I started massaging myself when I heard a knock at the door. I froze and listened, and then I heard it again. It was a heavy knock, only three, but still, I could not move. No one had ever come to our door, and I kind of freaked out.

I cautiously get up and approach the door as whoever it was knocked again. There's no peephole in the door, so I had to risk opening the drapes slightly.

I couldn't believe it, it was J, standing at my door waiting for me to answer. I didn't know if I should even answer it as I stood there bare assed. But I moved close enough to ask him to hold on because I wasn't dressed. I regretted my choice of words as I said it, he responded quickly, "It's me, J."

Halfway back to my room, I called out, "Give me a minute," and I flew into my room, scrambling for that sun dress to slip back on. A few moments later, I'm creeping up to the door, ready to open the deadbolt.

As the door slowly opens, I reveal myself to him as he is revealed to me. I greet him, and he smiles as I watch his gaze take me in entirely. It's only seven thirty in the morning, so I pretend that I just got up and wondered what brought him over.

I was completely overlooking what he was holding in his hands as I stared up at him. But then J offers me a fairly new tablet, saying that he purchased another and thought maybe I could use the old one for school.

As J reached out with the device, I suddenly felt guilty for not inviting him in, and I promptly did so. I step to one side, and he walks in passed me, and I watch as he subtly surveys the room. As I shut the door, I instinctively lock it and turn to face him.

I ask him in, and he finds a spot on the sofa. I sit a full cushion away, facing him as he starts to tell me about the device he's giving me.

I can hear him talking to me, but my mind is fixed on the fact that I was playing with my pussy just a few moments ago when he came knocking, and it doesn't slip my mind as I push the hem of my dress between my legs that I'm still completely bare under my dress.

As he hands me the tablet, I look at him, feeling grateful and appreciative. I smile, and he grins at me as our fingers touch slightly. I don't know what to say, so I offer him something to drink. He comments on how good the fresh coffee my mother brewed this morning smelled, so I offer. He accepts and follows me into the kitchen.

As I pour a cup, he asks for cream. I offer what we have. Standing against the counter in my little dress, I can't help but think about him in that way, how lewd I felt standing there thinking about his dick. I was almost expecting him to grab me and throw me to the floor and force himself into me as I watched him savor his sip of coffee.

Outside of him telling me about the tablet, we haven't said much, but I took note of him looking me up and down again and again, trying to do so discreetly, I'm assuming. I felt myself ache as we stood there. I watched him glance at my tits as he would take each sip.

Setting his cup on the counter, J starts to make a suggestion. As I listen, he offers to include a data line for the tablet so I can have internet access. I told him that I couldn't afford to pay. He said he would cover the cost as he was already paying for that line, and he would just keep it rather than cancel it. It was a very generous offer. I just looked up at him and innocently asked if he would like a refill. J just smiled. "You'll have unlimited data, and you can go online anywhere," he added.

I turned to grab the creamer out of the fridge as he poured another cup for himself. Still, I was tongue-tied at a loss for words, and J just made himself at home on the sofa where I was lying naked just a bit ago.

As the old man sits and sips on his second cup, I excuse myself and slip into the bathroom. I look into the mirror as I pull up my dress, I run my fingers over my swollen nipples, and I can't help but let out a whimpering sigh as I pull on them.

I feel how desperate I am, but I'm reluctant and scared, I want to feel a real cock inside of me but I don't know if I could let that old man do that to me. I was trembling with nervous excitement and a great deal of fear all at once, but with no one there to stop me or force me to think twice, I suddenly found myself walking out of the bathroom in a lustful haze, fearful that he would try something and hoping he might.

Sitting on my sofa with his cup in hand, I walk straight up to him and look down at him. J looked at me and just smiled. I felt like I knew what was on his mind. Still, we didn't speak, and I just stood there as he set the cup on the end table.

"Would you like some more?" I asked. "No two cups are plenty," he replied. As I walked into the kitchen with the empty cup, I felt I could kick myself for even attempting such a thing with an adult. It was my chance to see if he would try anything if he felt I was amenable. But I chickened out.

As I made my way back into the living room, I just took a deep breath and decided, he probably wouldn't tell if I led him on a little, as a little flirting sounded fun and I was still pretty horny.

Breathing deeply, I come around towards him, and he lets his arms rest at his sides, expecting me to sit next to him on the sofa to continue talking. Stopping in front of him, we look at each other, and I know I caught him off guard as we lock eyes.

Without even thinking twice, I stepped up to him, I leaned over him, putting my hands on the back of the sofa to steady myself as I knelt on the sofa over his lap. As I looked into his eyes, I rested my bottom on him as he took a gentle hold of my hips to help settle me comfortably. He was surprised by this, I could tell.

For a few moments I was freaking out, I had just done the unthinkable. I just sat there unable to relax and afraid to look at him, I felt him adjust his hips and center me on top of him, the reality of where I was suddenly hit me as I felt the course fabric of his old jeans on my bare ass.

I must have been hovering just over him because he whispered softly that it was ok to let myself sit on him. I looked into his eyes, and he gently tugged my hips downwards, and I let myself settle on his lap. Shaking and fearful of what I was doing, I let go of my body weight, and I could feel him adjust for my weight underneath me.

J slowly coaxed my hands off the back of the sofa and they fell to rest at my sides. I was sitting upright, and my full body weight was now resting on him. I felt his every movement jostle me as he squirmed subtly under me. I had no idea what to do next, nor did I know what to expect from him; it took all my courage just to get this far.

Calmly, J puts his hands on my hips as before, we look at each other as he gets an intense look on his face. With this very manly look of determination, I started to feel him move his hips in a circular motion underneath me as he held me down on him. The firm pressure on my bottom felt good, and I let out a whimper, though I tried hard not to. He just grinned at me as if he had just gotten me to confess to a secret I didn't want him to know.

As he held me in place, softly holding me firmly on his lap, I became lost in the subtle sensation.

In one sudden moment, I felt something else being forcibly pressed against me. Through the fog of my lustful haze, I realized what I was feeling. I began to moan mournfully as I looked at him with dreamy, fearful eyes. I could not hide the fact that I could feel that stiff old man dick of his as he rubbed it against me, getting harder with each motion. I felt helpless to stop him, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to either. I was scared and horny and I wanted this but didn't at the same time. Nonetheless, I didn't move away or stop him.

As I looked into his eyes, I began to see something different; they softened and became so soothing to me. We both became much more relaxed with each other with each passing moment. As I closed my eyes, I became aware of my own behavior; I was gently countering his motions with my own, and I could feel how hard he was and how hard I was now grinding on him. My mind was spinning with new sexual vigor. J leaned his head back on the sofa as he groaned softly, I felt my body rise and fall as his hips began humping at me slowly.

I put my hands on his chest and leaned forward some, I felt his chest expand and contract with his deepening, heavy breathing. I was so inthralled by this that I hadn't noticed him getting his hands under my dress and onto my bare thighs. His touch was warm, and his hands were strong. I felt the subtle roughness of his fingers as he caressed me, and I liked it.

Together, we were softly moaning in a two-part harmony of lustful sounds. Still clothed, I felt like I was nearing my orgasm as I had done on my own so many times. I whimpered and sighed, breathed deeply and desperately as I clutched his shirt in my fingers as if to keep him from leaving.

"Do you like this?" he asked. I didn't have the breath to respond, but he smiled as if he knew my answer. Without thinking, I lay my head on his chest as he slumped on the sofa, his legs stretching out, allowing me to lie fully on his chest.

I felt myself surrender to the moment, and I closed my eyes. J pulled me by the hips upwards, I nuzzled my head next to his as I kissed his cheek softly, with some hesitation still. As I wasn't settled on his lap anymore, I felt him run his softly rough hands over my ass and up my back. He was gentle but firm and I couldn't help my bodies reaction as I started to hump my pelvis against his belly.

I felt a soft wave of orgasmic sensations roll through me. J turned my face to his and kissed me as I felt his big, strong hands cupping my breasts under my dress.

I don't recall when he did it but durning those moments of him kissing me and fondling my tits, he must have popped the buttons on his jeans, those old 501s were worn and somewhat thread bare, I'm sure it didn't take but a simple pull on one and the rest just followed. Either way he had let his big old man cock free from his pants unknowingly to me.

I couldn't help myself as I lustfully kissed his face and neck. I became overwhelmed by his scent. I had kissed boys my own age, but they didn't drive me crazy like this. There was something about this man, something carnal, something animalistic that was forcing me to want to eat him alive.

The way I felt inside as I touched him was forbidden, and I knew it. It was so wrong, and yet I wanted him. I whimpered and mourned for his touch, I pawed at his chest, and savored his deep, passionate kisses.

I welcomed his forbidden tongue probing my mouth so deeply, and my fear of letting any part of him inside of me melted away with each kiss. I was lost in him and totally submitting.

The old man touched me in every way, all over my body. I felt his fingers slip into me ever so easily, and tenderly, I felt like I was so out of control, but I didn't hesitate once to allow him complete access to me. I can't even remember when it was that he pulled off my little sundress.

At one point I opened my eyes, I'm looking up at the ceiling, his mouth devouring my left nipple, both hand desperately massaging my tits as I softly cry out with pleasure. I realize as he licks at me like a horny dog that I'm gently humping up and down on him, as I slide back down into his lap I suddenly become aware of his swollen hard cock as it blunts itself on my bare ass. I hump gingerly on him, letting his hard dick rub against my fleshy ass. It became slick with a glistening, clear coat of my juices when I overzealously widened my thighs, letting it slip between them. His dick felt hot to the touch against my pussy and suddenly I'm aching like I had never felt before.

Reaching down, I pull up on his shirt, his peppered, greying, hairy chest is heaving as he groans gutturally. We lay chest to chest, and I'm amazed at how wonderful it feels to rest my bare flesh against his.

J wraps his arms around me, holding me to him as I feel his hands caress my back on their way down to my hips. I can't help but cover his chest with my kisses.

I can't believe I'm in his arms, naked on top of him, loving him, feeling his manly caress. It's more than I could have imagined. As he endeavors to tease me, visions of the other men in the complex flash through my mind, with lustful craving.

Time seemed infinite, no sense of how long we had been there on the sofa, but suddenly I was desperately aware my mother could walk through that door at any moment.

I could feel him firmly against me and I was ready, but as I looked into his eyes I heard my own voice begging for him to fuck me. Yet still, he hasn't tried.

I kiss him again and whimper my need to feel him. J just smiled at me and fingered my sopping cunt softly.

Frustrated by this I reach my hand back searching for his hard cock, I push my bottom at it and I wiggle and hump at him, but he playfully keeps his hard dick from my begging hole.

"No," he says, as we kiss tenderly once more. "Please," I whimper breathlessly again. Still he keeps his dick from entering me.

I push myself up from his chest and sit directly over his raging hard boner, I feel it pressed very firmly against my pussy so much so that I can feel it twitch and throb with his desire to push it into me. J takes me by the hips and holds me steady and firmly on him, he knows one motion in the right direction and his big thick old cock could slip right into me in one stroke. I can feel his dick jump and strain against me as he endeavors to resist putting it inside of me.

With his firm grip on me, J holds me in place as his dick presses at my clit gently massaging it with every pulse, I can't hold back as I start to feel my body begin to convulse, overwhelmed by the feel of his throwing dick, I start to cum.

I grab at his forearms and hold tight as I spastically cum hard grinding my pussy on his thick hard shaft. I cried out in ecstasy, writhing and flailing in a mournful state as I cum on him.

Feeling this J can't resist any long and he adjusts his hips and suddenly his thick old cock aligns with my hungry pussy, in one sudden motion I'm impaled by his large old cock. He buries himself in me fully, and I just lose it. It wouldn't stop, I just kept cuming and cuming. J held tight to my hips and repeatedly and forcefully bucked up into me while he yanked me down onto his old hard dick.

I felt my body being jolted with every thrust into me; it was as if he was beating me, but it felt so good. I was completely submitted to him, and I knew I was no longer in control of what was happening to me, but I didn't care. All I could think about was what was happening to me in that moment, and I didn't want it to stop.

He stretched me open, he forced himself in so deep, the pain, the pleasure, it was exquisite. As J pounded his old dick up into me I would catch glimpses of his face as I bounced up and down on him. Gone were the softened eyes and the gently kind face of an older man who had come to visit, bearing gifts.

That stern look had returned, the one I first saw when I saw him across the pool deck that first time. That grouchy looking old man was now fucking my pussy ever so aggressively, each thrust into me felt vengeful and deliberate. I had never heard such groans and guttural sounds come from a person in my life, nearly out of breath I held onto him with all I had while he screwed me with a relentless drive.

All at once, J stopped and held himself deeply inside of me as I struggled to catch my breath. I had not stopped cuming once he was inside of me, and I needed these moments to try and recover a bit.

For a few moments he caressed my face and kissed me tenderly as he slowly stroked himself into me. I didn't know if he was done, nor did I care. He was still inside of me, and I liked the feeling as he slowly pushed in and out.

"You like that, don't you?" he said. I just whimpered in response, as I felt him push into me deeply. I couldn't utter more than that, but I held onto him tightly as I bared down on his cock clinching and mashing him. He would buck, and I would yelp. He did that a few times, and I knew he wasn't done with me.

J lifted my body and I felt his dick slip out of me, I was so saddened it shocked me, I needed him inside of me and almost cried as I ached for him to put it back into me again.

He lay me to one side on the sofa, and I watched him stand and push his jeans to the floor and step out of them and his shoes. As he pulled his t-shirt up and off I stared at his dick and marveled at its size. It amazed me that I was able to take something so big into my little body. I touched myself as I watched it wag in front of him as he gathered his clothes into a pile.

I was very tender to the touch, and I felt like I was left stretched open so wide. Inside, I felt just as tender. J reached into me much deeper than I had ever done on my own, even with my improvised toys, but even so, the discomfort was minimal and gave way to very intense and pleasurable sensations deep inside of me. I smiled at him as he stood in front of me pulling gently on his fat dick. I don't know why, but I got an image of my father doing the same, almost as if it were a distant, hidden memory.

I don't know what came over me, but I sat up and scooted to the end of the sofa and reached out for his thigh and pulled at him. One step and his old dick was nearly touching my lips. I had barely opened my mouth when J leaned his hips forward and his cock slipped into my mouth. As I felt his hand on my head I eagerly took his dick to the back of my throat, gagging some, I greedily tried to get him down as far as I could.

The taste and smell were very intoxicating, and it felt so natural for me to want it. I had often fantasized about sucking a man's dick, even my fathers, but know all I can think of is who will I suck next. J humped at my throat gently but pushed in deeply, to the point I would gag, but it didn't deter my efforts or my enjoyment of the act. The fact that I could taste his semen only added to my enjoyment.

For a man old enough to be my grandfather, J took his time and didn't show any sign that his age slowed him or curbed his physical abilities. That old man took me around my mother's apartment driving his dick into me as he pleased. The dining room table, the sofa, my bed, even my mother's bed. No place was left untainted by our deviant acts. He held me in his arms as he screwed my brains out, he fucked his old cock into me relentlessly and I begged him for more and more.

After a bit of rest, I led J to my bedroom again and I lay on my back legs wide and arms open for him. He crawled into bed and between my legs, and I closed my eyes as I felt him slip into me once more. He passed into my depths with a moist and slick ease. I was his and was now fitted to him. I kissed his lips as he lay on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around his upper body, holding him to me tightly.

By this time, I knew what I wanted from him, and I knew what he wanted to do to me. So as he slowly dropped into me again, I lamented to myself what he was about to do to me, and I wanted it.

"Don't stop, ok?" I whispered into his ear with a soft kiss as he began to build his tempo. He didn't say a word, and I held onto him as he drove into me harder and deeper.

My head began to spin, my heart raced, and my breath sounds became locomotive as were his. In one motion, seemingly, J reared up and suddenly my legs were up on his shoulders and I could feel him pounding into me so deeply.

I felt so helpless to stop him, it almost hurt to struggle or resist his penetration of me. I was now immobile with no way to stop him from filling me with his thick warm cum, his body weight held me in place as he dug into my pussy with long deep strokes deliberately intent on cuming inside of me. He began to growl and groan as he banged into me, it felt as if he might push that big cock of his right through me and into the mattress.

Each thrust forced my breath from me, and I gasped in between each stroke. I held onto his forearms tightly as he fucked me, I groaned mournfully with his every thrust and soon I was once again in an orgasmic state of bliss and urging him to fuck me deeper and harder as I myself was cuming nonstop.

Through it all I could somehow hear the kids out in the courtyard playing, I imagined my mother at work tiered and hating life, and my father fucking what ever slut he was dating this week.

Yet, here I was legs high getting fucked ravenously by some old neighbor and begging for it with my last breaths. My mind became flooded with images of those old men from the complex naked and taking their turns fucking me, I even wished my father was deep inside of me as I was getting screwed by my old neighbor J.

"Don't stop J, please fuck me, oh fuck me."

As if his cock couldn't get any bigger, It felt as if it doubled is size as he stiffened his whole body and push himself into me. J groaned terribly as he bucked and jerked inside of me. I felt a sudden warmth, almost to hot to bare, it filled me and I became insane the moment I felt it and I started to cum uncontrollably with him. The two of us held on for dear life as we both came together as one, tears streamed out of the corners of my eyes and I clutched him around his neck and sobbed as he emptied his big old man balls into my pussy.

But soon, as he calmed himself and became still, he let my legs fall, and I closed my eyes and focused on the sounds from outside my apartment.

I held him still as he lay on top of me, breathing deeply. I caressed his back and did my best to soothe him. His old dick was still hard and burrowed in me so I softly and gently clinched down on him and moved my hips to help milk him of semen, it was something instinctual and I just did it without a second thought.

J whispered into my ear, soft words, "Did I hurt you, Bonnie?" I kissed him softly as I held onto him to reassure him that I was ok. He proceeds to grind his still hard cock into me as tenderly as a man could as if to say thank you.

Some moments later as he's now much more subdued and calm, a much softer and slicked cum dick slips softly from of me as J lifts himself off of me and rolls quietly to one side of my bed.

For a while, I lay facing him on his left side, gently running my fingers through his hair, and soon he was asleep. I closed my eyes as well and slept there with him for a little while...

From my living room window, sometime later, I watched J as he made his way back to his apartment a couple of hours after he knocked on my door, and suddenly I felt so alone again.

Grabbing a soda from the fridge, I slump onto the sofa and click on the TV. As I mindlessly watch the news, I'm lost in my thoughts, my pussy aches but I'm feeling rather content and subdued.

I can't believe I did what I did, I can't believe what he did to me and how much I loved it, but even those thoughts swim through my mind, my dominating feelings are of doing it again with him soon.

That night, after Mom got home, I didn't have much to say to her and ended up going to bed early. I didn't change my sheet for a couple of days after, and each night I would lie there with my eyes closed, remembering every detail I could.

Mom and I lived in that apartment for three years, Jack "J," and I fucked often while mom was at work or at his place when she was home, he would eventually share me with a few of his better buddies, which is yet another story all to itself.

But after my mom and I moved out, I ended up moving back to live with J without telling my mother for a couple more years. In that time, I hoped to bear him a child but it wasn't to be even though I always let him cum inside of me.

In the end, I loved him dearly, and I will miss him forever.