Old Handymen Have Moments Pt. 25

Ms Lill was a particularly enthusiastic lover, not physically so, just completely into any sexual act or most positions you might consider. We spent the rest of that afternoon fucking and napping, the woman was adept at giving head. Apparently eighty-two year old women really enjoy sucking on a meaty cock. At least that's what she said, personally, my belief is she is just an unrepentant old slut..... thank goodness!

Lill did tell the truth about one thing though, she definitely enjoys a man. We spent no time napping, talking or anything else for that matter, without my cock, limp or stiff, buried in the folds of her pussy or between her lips.

She was also right concerning my smoking fetish, Lill saw quickly if a cigarette was hanging in her lips or held between the fingers of either hand when we fucked, my nut seemed to be more intense. There just seems to be something sluty or whoreish about the whole vision. This was her interpretation not mine. However it dawned on me, there is nothing more sexy than fucking a grandmother while she is holding a cigarette between her lips, the white cylinder bouncing with each stroke.

At some point that afternoon we were stumbling around the kitchen, fixing coffee. I was admiring her ass, soft and a little sagy as it was, "You have a really nice ass." before I can finish my comment Lill interrupted me.

"Do you use those little blue pills?" I told her, "Not usually but I have a few for emergencies I suppose, why, is there going to be an emergency." not sure where she was going with her questions.

Now, I had spent the better part of the last few hours with either my dick or tongue in or on most of this woman's body. And no I wasn't getting my rocks off every time my dick was in her pussy, between her tits or in her mouth. The woman simply enjoys the feel of a man in or on her, never met someone like her before.

She is standing at my sink, waiting on our coffee to finish brewing, looking over her shoulder, I'm admiring the curves of her backside, she matter-of-factly says, "I wasn't sure at first, if I could trust your ability to show restraint, but I believe you have sufficient control. I would like to feel your cock in my bottom."

Luckily I wasn't drinking anything, else I'd have spit liquid all over my kitchen. Not that I'd never had my dick up a woman's butt hole, it was the way she asked, her almost formal way of speaking at times. Most women I've known would either have told me to 'Fuck my ass with that fat cock!' or told me, 'You get near my ass with that thing, I'll cut off your balls!'

I have heard some variation of those comments before, Lill didn't ask me to fuck her ass, she wants to feel it in her bottom. Who talks this way. The more I know her the more intrigued I become with her.

Wasn't exactly sure how Lill wanted to go at her request, so only looked at her, standing at my counter, slightly bending over, those large soft tits hanging down, nipples almost touching the counter. My mental questions were answered, Lill spread her feet, lowering her chest, breasts began flattening, spreading on the counter, her hands, one got a good grip on an edge, the other resting on the counter her proverbial slowly burning cigarette held lightly in her fingers. She had positioned her face, right cheek lying next to the hand supporting her cigarette. Her lips were slightly open, face close enough to draw smoke towards her lips and nose. The white vapor alternately pulling to her face or gently flowing aways with her exhaling breath.

"Would you relax me, prepare my bottom, you are a large man, much more than I have taken before, please go slowly."

Not certain exactly what she was used to, I moved my chair behind her, sat for a moment admiring her backside. Didn't seem to me she was all that experienced with anal, her anus has a firm, dark tan look to it, crinkled with some small folds of muscle or skin showing at her opening. Lill is excited, her sphincter is flexing, a little twitching of her muscle, like she's flexing at me.

Leaning to her, swiping the flat of my tongue from clit through the remaining stickiness of our recent efforts, dragging wetness, a bit of loose hair up and past her hole. She didn't taste of soap or flavored anything, only pussy with an ending of leftover, musty ass.

A gasping intake of air inflating her lungs as my tongue drug over the crinkle of her butt. Her clamping muscle pushed at my tongue, as it passed, same effect on my downward journey, wet saliva and pussy dragging from her opening gash, dripped to my floor. Her breathing was becoming a moan, smoke from the smoldering cigarette wasn't reaching her mouth, the constant moaning exhale was pushing the burning tobacco residue away from her.

Pausing, I was admiring her star, reaching my fingers to her star, don't know why but I scratched the crinkle of her opening with my fingernail, got an immediate grunting 'unhhh' from her, causing the little valve to scrunch at me. She is very sensitive.

Found my tub of butter, slathered my shaft with the soft lubricant, scooped a couple of finger fulls, began the effort of getting her mostly dry butt hole greased up, shoved two fingers up that crinkled valve. Don't think Ms Lill was particularly pleased with my method. Two fingers got a medium grunting "Fuck!" from her. My goal...., at least what I would enjoy watching, a loss of this control she seems to place great stock in keeping.

What neither of us knew, within ten or fifteen minutes the outward illusion of control Ms Lillian Martin valued so much was going to be pointless.

A few short minutes of pushing butter up her ass was fun but not the job, her crinkle was opening just not enough for a comfortable entry of my cock, we both knew it but I'm not the one wanting to feel an energy drink sized can of cock in her bottom. If I live forever, I doubt I'll ever understand what drives women. My girth has never seemed to bother any woman, it's mostly my large, purple, plum sized bell sitting on top. I get that in, whether pussy or ass, everything else usually was good.

Only woman I've known that had no problems with either hole and my cock was Wanda. I'm not sure I'd consider her as any kind of normal comparison though.

Standing up, my cock was, to me, barely hard enough for the job, onwards and upwards as they say. Aimed my blunt spear at her star, leaned in to her, my hand gripping the shaft keeping the blood inside, her muscle stretched, just would not give way. Lill was groaning from the pressure, I can feel the push back of her hips, her sphincter will not open. Doing my level best not to harm this woman whom I have become intrigued with, I've almost lain across her back to give my not completely stiff meat pole more support, my hips giving more pressure through my shaft against her star.

There is some give in her muscular hole, I can feel the stretching of that band of meat whose normal job is keeping things in not allowing stiff objects back inside. The old girl is holding up well, her muscle is continuing to slowly open, stretching around my plum, she is a constant string of, "Oh god... Oh gods,,,, fuck, fucks!" she feels it happening. The stretch is at the widest part of my bell end, her breathing is shallow, grunting and hard.

Almost a sudden give, the head of my cock shoved past her opening, Lill's head snapped up, her back arched some, all I hear is a gutteral, moaning, blubbering something, that resembled "Mmmmyyy.. garrrhhhh!"

Her body flops down, she's breathing in huge gulps, "Wait... Don't move... pleeeese!" I've seen this movie before so I just stand still letting this active octogenarian acclimate to the log in her ass.

She seems to be calming, first thing though, drops her burned out butt in my sink, I know what she needs, she can't reach to my right side counter top, I can, this is a movie scene I've enacted more than once, pulled a cigarette from her pack, placed it in my mouth, struck a flame with her antique lighter, drew enough air for tobacco to fire up, held the burning cylinder to her lips. For the first time I watched Ms Lillian Martin draw a full lungful of smoke into her lungs.

She didn't exhale as much as give directions with smoke filled words, "Push, slowly, as far as you can go! Fuck!... you are much more than expected!" every word was this blast of exhaled smoke. I hit root deep, my balls softly touching, resting on the cushion of damp hair and engorged vulva. I can feel the bend of her rectum, maybe straightening some from my shaft, hard to say. Held steady, cushioned by the soft globes of this old woman's ass, she was flexing her ass muscle around my cock, a really nice feeling. Most women that have let me in their ass usually are doing their best to push me out like some hard, constipated log of a turd. Not Lill, she was going to get everything from this experience she could.

Another drag on her cigarette, Lill moans out her preference, "Move in me, slow for now, all the way back, all the way in, so I can enjoy every bump, every ripple on your cock.!"

So...., here we stand, my cock up her ass, a cigarette in her hand, her right hand rubbing my ball sack on her wet gash every time I push into her rectum, my right hand, a handful of white hair as my leverage, building towards an inevitable conclusion. My speed of movement carefully regulated by this old, I would soon know wasn't a grandmother but a great-grandmother. Her breathing is becoming ragged, "A little faster please!" I've added enough butter, (if you grew up on a farm, you may have cooked pig chitlins, maybe not, that's pig intestines for the uninitiated, no matter how much you clean them there is always an underlying scent of ass) this was the odor i was getting from Ms Lill's butt fuck.

Lill was slowly increasing the speed she wanted, my strokes were shortening, my balls were aching, her pubis was popping the edge of the counter. Everything was coming to a conclusion, especially when we heard a high pitched scream from behind us!

It would seem that Ms Lillian Martin had inadvertently overstayed the amount of time she had told her great-grand-niece she would be meeting with me. Like a good, concerned relative, Ms Edna had decided to check on her favorite aunt, twice removed. So her we are, Edna knocked, getting no reply, my door being unlocked, the worried niece entered my house.

If she had called out, well, we never heard her, at this point not sure we'd have been able to do any different. I'm standing behind Lillian, my cock buried completely up her open hole of an ass, liquified butter and a fair amount of anal mixings oozing down the insides of her thighs, a cigarette firmly stuck in the corner of her great aunts lips. Edna is practically hysterical behind us and I'm just too damn close to stop, Lillian feels like her sphincter is having a nervous breakdown around my cock, which by now is almost but not quite slamming into her butt cheeks. The ripples are moving Lillian's looser flesh in small waves up her torso, jiggling those soft breasts, my handful of white hair the only thing keeping Lill from hitting the wall at my sink!

I'm dumping whatever cum is left in me up the rectum of my new found octogenarian fuck buddy, her twenty something year old great-grand-niece screaming behind us while we both finish up our butt sex.

I can't move yet Lillian's muscle is clamped around my cock in an ending spasm like some kind of reverse dog penis knot, my dick is slowly collapsing, at least it will when all the blood can escape. Lillian on the other hand, takes a large drag on what's left of the cigarette, twisting her torso, looks at her somewhat hysterical niece, and manages to tell her.

"Oh do be quiet Edie and sit down, you'll wake the dead. This nice gentleman is simply giving my old body a few more reasons to live and enjoy life. And I have enjoyed every moment so far!"

Edna did manage to calm some, sat there, open mouthed watching us.

Lill's sphincter finally relaxed, my cock began to soften, sliding out of her gaping hole. Unfortunately there is nothing sanitary with anal sex, my dick flops out, accompanied by a large amount or farting air, followed by a moderate amount of cumy ass mess, hitting the floor with an audible plop. I offered Lill towel to both wipe herself and to sit on, I figured we were in for a severe grilling if not a heated chewing out.

So here we all sit, Lillian smoking her cigarette, more so than ever, sitting across from her niece, me, my limp, kinda dirty cock, flopping over a thigh, in a chair directly in front of the shocked woman, who has steam leaving her ears.

This was going to be interesting!