Old Handymen Have Moments 24

Edna Walcot and her aunt, Lillian Martin, I have no real idea how this dynamic works.

Saturday part two

Our walk to my bedroom seemed far more eventful than normal. Her perfume was light, not heavy, she didn't draw on her cigarette, only commenting on my home, the finishes, my taste in decor, idle chitchat.

All I wanted was her....., she walked with a calm style not usually apparent in most women. She seemed confident in herself or maybe it was only the knowledge she had all the control necessary.

All the way to my bedroom I'm looking at what I can see of the partially undressed woman. Her breasts, held in place by a fairly substantial brassiere still managed to gently sway up and down, inspite of our easy strides. She has a small pooch of belly, not unattractive, just sits there, almost resting on the mound of her pubis. There are the normal creases gathered in the space between her breasts, I can make out old faded stretch marks, low on the skin of her stomach. Old reminder of children long since grown and gone.

My bedroom is sparce in furnishings, like I try to keep my life, only what's necessary. Entering the room I notice a small smile on her lips, we don't immediately sit on the bed, Lill turns, facing each other, with no ashtray she continues her hold of the slowly burning cigarette.

"I would like for you to finish removing my clothing now." not an order as much as a soft request.

To release her bra I pressed my chest to her, reaching around her, I managed to fumble long enough to begin enjoying what was the heft of her bosoms. Releasing the hooks, stepped back, bringing the garment with me, let first one shoulder strap then the other drop to the crease of her elbows. Lifted her brassiere off one arm then over the other hand, her burning cigarette softly held in those same fingers.

A noticeable drop of breasts as their weight dropped free of the cups, there was a nice amount of soft flesh hanging there, large erect nipples sitting on dollar sized areolas, age wrinkles visible but not ugly, almost pointing to her waist, just not there yet.

My knees lowered me down, sucking, chewing, licking her breasts and nipples on the way to her panties. Hooked thumbs grabbing the elastic band, sliding what little material there was covering her groin down the soft, pale skin of her hips, over her thighs, to the floor. Her legs were soft but not yet sagging completely of old age, her covering of grey/white pubic hair was thinning, but still substantially hiding her vulva. Like many women of her age, the outer labia were large, hanging down maybe an inch or two, curling or maybe pulling up into her slit. I wanted to push my face in her opening gash, my tongue almost made it home.

"Not yet, I want to see all of you." Lill lifts my chin up, I'm staring up, between the gap of her breasts, as she pulls me upright I did manage to nuzzle my face between the warmth of those substantial puppies.

When she had managed to remove my lips from her cleavage a quiet request left her mouth. "May I remove your briefs?" Who exactly asks these kinds of questions? I just nodded yes. Lill doesn't squat on her knees, painful maybe, she drops one of my pillows to the floor, parks her bottom on it then pulls my underwear down to my ankles. I don't remember stepping out of them, I was to engaged in my feelings. Her hand had taken a grip on my shaft as it passed the waistband. She just sat there, holding it, looking at it, like some virgin fascinated by a new toy.

I looked down on her face, her tongue reaching out, the tip swiping up across my slit, dragging a drop of oozing clear liquid from the bottom of my glans to the top, curling into her mouth. Lill sat still, I can see her cheeks moving from the motion of her tongue, she appears to be savoring my taste, making up her mind about something, my taste maybe, I don't know.

She looks up at me, a remark or possibly a statement of some fact. "Hmmm..., different, I may not need my cigarettes with you." She rests her slowly burning cigarette on an ashtray, standing, pulling me to her lips. This old woman knows her way around another's lips, mouth and tongue. My tongue is flat and broad, her's is long, pointed, flexible. She didn't kiss as much as invaded my mouth, what started as some kind of semi-polite offering quickly morphed into a wrestling match of tongue muscle. The woman's mouth, tasting slightly of used ashtray, definitely does not kiss like you might expect of an octogenarian.

She touched areas of my mouth normally only reachable by a cock. Pulling me back, we eased to my bed, she on her back, I'm on my knees, stiff cock pointing at her, I'm lowering down, wanting a taste of her.

"Not now..., I want to feel you in me. Do you have some lube?" I didn't say it, but all I have is some flavored stuff Wanda likes, grabbing the bottle from my nightstand, dribbling some on her hairy gash, rubbing the liquid down and inside her partially dampening opening. Lill groaned from my fingers pushing the liquid up the sleeve of her sex.

"Enough...., Fuck me, slowly please."

Lill sat up some, watching me guide my cock to her slit, finding the opening my crown opens her sleeve, a low groan escaping her mouth. Her legs open wider, her groin pushing at me, Lill laid back, wrapping her ankles around my thighs, my pubis grinds to her mound, my balls rest against her ass. We lay still for some moments, she's holding me, looking at my face, her cunt is moistening more, she is flexing her pelvic muscles around my cock.

Lill has what I'd call nice muscular control for an eighty-two year old woman.

Everything in me wants to fuck the shit out of this woman, I knew better, pulling my cock back some, just started a slow movement in and out, out then in. Her hips moving to match my movement, she is staring at me, pulling my lips to hers, I'm not having sex with her, she is getting her relief from me on her terms. I managed to roll us over, her legs still locking around my thighs, her breasts mashing on my chest, mouths locked together, her groin is working against me, my thickness sliding in and out of her.

She doesn't get sloppy wet in her cunt but it's enough along with the lube, she's quietly grunting on her down pushes, a small sigh with her lifting hips, rolling up and down or sliding back and forth. Can't see as much as feel her gash opening, her insides sliding on and around my shaft.

Her motions are shorter, harder, breathing is short and shallow, her breasts are wet with sweat, sliding on my chest. When she pushes up in the cramping of orgasm, her chest is reddening, a flush running up her neck, her mouth opens, tongue is licking her lips, eyes closing tightly. Her head pulls back, some kind of grunting groan leaving her body, her pussy is flexing around my cock, hips are moving on me in short spasms.

Lill collapsed on my body, breathing hard and fast, her hips are twitching in small movements, she slowly comes back to a normal state, I just hold on to her sweaty flesh. Eventually Lill rolls us to our side, managing to maintain our connection of flesh. She finally asks me, almost guiltily. "Am I too loose down there, you haven't cum yet have you."

My reply was a simple, "No.... not yet, I was wrapped up with enjoying your pleasure not worrying about mine..... yet."

With that Ms Lill turned her back to me, spooning her butt to me, my cock, still hard, I began pushing up to her cleft, still wet and open. She cooperated, scooting down welcoming my hardness back inside her. Pushing up, my glans finds and bumps against a uterus not used for procreation in decades.

"Hold still! Let me do this." was a request, not a plea. I can feel her movement, Lill is squirming her hips around, is the woman actually trying to push me inside that last length of her. She wasn't crying or moaning in pain as most women might do, It's weird, the strangeness of what this old woman was doing, I've never had any woman want my cock in that place.

"Lill, you don't have to do that, let me back off."

"Be quiet, let me get you there. Cross your leg over mine, that's it... so much closer... push harder... so much, so much of you, let me feel you!"

Something was physically a little different, I've bumped against more than my share of cervix openings and no one reacted pleasantly to that contract. I held still, felt my glans slip past the opening, she grunted, "Now finish, go slow, short strokes, push up some more."

This was tighter, different, like some wet, slick sphincter muscle, just softer. It was difficult to keep from pulling back and slamming back in her cunt. The whole act, her age, the feel of this, my balls were on fire. My hand had a death grip on one of those soft breasts, my strokes were short but hard, I was trying to get a nut in a strange, foreign way.

Ms Lill was pushing against me edging my glans just a little further up her uterus with each push. The woman isn't crying or protesting so I'd guess she was getting the sensation she was wanting. Doesn't matter, I'm right there, my balls feel like they are burning, my body is in a tight muscle cramp, my nut hits me like a small hammer.

My balls empty in her in four or five blasts, first two or three feel like my balls were pushed out with the cum. I groaned out my spasm, her small orgasm hit a few strokes later. My body is cramped straight, dick shoving in her as far as I can reach. It's a uniquely different feeling for me, my cock is somewhere up her uterus, probably my imagination but I'd swear her entire set of organs were massaging my cock.

Just relaxed enjoying this feeling given to me by a uniquely interesting woman. Didn't move, or even try to pull from her, Lill was breathing calmly, her sex was continuing to flex around me, my hand was massaging her nipples, working the soft flesh with my fingers. Nuzzling my lips to the side of her soft breast, we lay their, sissored together so to speak, breathing, saying nothing.

My eyes closed, two hours or so later Lill jerked awake dragging me with her to some level of consciousness. What was left of my hardness, mostly only the top inch or so was sitting in or at the opening of her cunt. She wasn't ready for my going down on her, dry left overs or not, most of me is still contained inside her body.

"Oh my god!" escapes her when my mouth covers her damp, sticky gash. Despite her protestations my mouth stays put, tongue pushing in the looseness of her pussy, dragging our combined leavings out of her. My. cum mixed with her juice is a bit different in taste. Maybe the lube..., I know my taste but that's not quite it, Ms Lill has something different about her taste and smell. A sweeter, musky, tartness, a hint of fish, probably her diet. Some minutes later I've managed to give her one or two small orgasms, especially when the small dick of her clit greeted me. I have known a few women she could have fucked with that little appendage.

Finally pushing me away Lill stands, says she'll be right back, and sauntered is the only way to describe her walk, retrieved her handbag from my living room. Her butt sags some, not grossly, there are areas of cellulite showing, her back is shaped nicely but not muscled. I'd say her backside is remarkably well kept for her age.

Returning, I stopped her before she climbed back in bed, the first time I've gotten a complete look at her front. Again the creases or wrinkles on her forehead, corners of her blue eyes, corners of her lips which are thin but not overly so, some sag of neck skin, her breasts are moderately large, creases between them just below her throat. Large areola topped by large eraser sized nipples. Which I know are extremely sensitive, especially to moderate pain. A plus, the areola don't point at her knees yet, surprisingly so, a small pooch of belly, sitting on top of a somewhat prominent pubic mound. Her sex is mostly hidden by a fair crop of very gray/white pubic hair, trying to conceal her labia. Two nicely sized fleshy set of meaty lips, curled or twisted around and into the slash of her sex. Her thighs are not thin but not flabby with a hint of sag in her skin.

Overall Ms Lillian does not have the appearance of her age, standing there, letting me gaze at her she lifted a cigarette to her lips, drew just enough air for ignition to take place and stood there, smoldering cigarette held in her right hand, sort of resting against her hip. Left arm resting under or holding up her breasts, hips cocked to one side, Lill exhibits an awareness not common in most people. She looks at me staring at her, asking, "Do you like what you see? Or am I too old for you."

Like most men, my thoughts weren't anywhere close to her questions, I was admiring the view of this naked woman while wondering why she never seems to ever actually finish a cigarette. That was my reply to her questions.

Her answer was a short, smiling laughing reply. "I wondered when you might notice that. I have never been a committed smoker, took up the habit to offset the taste of my first husband's cum. It made his taste somewhat palatable to me, his texture and taste were awful... but he did enjoy me sucking his dick. I also found that most men have some type of sexual reaction to a woman holding or smoking a cigarette so I've kept up the habit, sort of, you seem to be one of those men, inspite of not smoking yourself."

She was right of course. I didn't say anything, she already knew. I only held out my hand, Ms Lill smiled, walked to me, knelt on a pillow, began cleaning my cock and ball sack of our dried fluids like some feline grooming it self, the cigarette held lightly in her hand resting on my stomach.

We spent the rest of the day connected in every way two people can figure out to stay connected.

Ms Lillian Martin had been truthful, she does enjoy the feel of a man..... in her..., on her or just around her.

End of Pt 24