Loading...I was at Steve’s place having a beer and a chat; I heard the front door open, and the voices of Steve’s wife Judy and daughter Becky came in. They had been out to measure up some things in a flat that Becky had bought.
Both came in and I stood up to say hi, I receive the usual kiss on the cheek, and hug from Judy and then from Becky as well, as she said, jumping up and down, “Hi Bob, nice to see you, it’s been a while, how you doin?”
Judy is a pretty looking lady, medium build, forty eight years old. Becky, is twenty two, had just found a good professional job, so was able to afford to move out and into her own place, which she has wanted for some time.
Well anyway, Steve, Judy and I have been good friends for over twenty years; I’ve known Becky ever since she was around two years old. She had gone to boarding school, then university, so was not around most of the time when I was at Steve and Judy’s place.
Becky, as I mentioned, is twenty two, much prettier than Judy, pale skin tone, around five and a half foot tall, very shapely body, what you might call an athletic build, she always wore tight figure hugging clothes. Shoulder length blond hair, which was dyed red for the last four inches or so. Does not have big boobs, but, again from her tight clothing suggests they are firm and shapely.
O, and ever so attractive, and absolutely OUT of my league. With a body like hers she could have any one she wanted. And as for me, well, I don’t think she even knows I’m alive.
But, apart from her body, the most striking feature about Becky is her personality. She always seems bubbly, full of life, and has a positive attitude in general.
Both ladies joined Steve and me in the lounge with a cup of tea. We all chatted, mostly about Becky’s new place and what she wanted to do in there. Steve is not the most practical person in the world; he usually has tradesmen come in to do what he wanted. I helped him out with what I could to cut costs.
Becky mentioned she was going to get someone in to fix the cabinets in the kitchen of her new flat. When Judy said, “I’m sure Bob would be willing to do that for you, if you ask him!”
Becky said, “Oh no, its okay I’ll get someone in, I don’t want to bother Bob, I’m sure he’s busy.”
Steve looked at me, “Well, what do you think Bob, are you busy?”
Becky butted in before I could answer, “You don’t have to answer that, they’re just embarrassing you into saying something you may not want to.”
“No, not at all, let me bring a few tools along and see what I can do for you.”
Judy asked me, “When do you think you can fit this in?”
I looked at Becky, “Well, I’m not doing anything in particular this Saturday, Steve and I can pop round then.”
Judy said, looking at Steve, “We’re away from this Friday till Sunday, remember, Peters wedding anniversary.”
Peter was a work colleague of Steve’s, who after retiring moved to the coast. So Steve and Judy would have to stay overnight. Also the fact that Judy does not drive and Steve would obviously be drinking.
Steve said to me, “Looks like it’s just you then?”
I looked at Judy, “Oh…well if it’s not a rush for Becky, we could leave it till next weekend?”
Judy remarked, “I’m sure you don’t need Steve, he’s useless, as you know at that sort of thing.”
Becky, with a cheerful voice said, “Okay, then, I’ll give you the address, when can you come round?”
“As I said, I’m not busy, but I need to run a few chores in the morning, so, could be round to you about one o’clock or so.”
“Yes, okay, that’s great, gives me a bit of a sleep in.” she said as she jumped up and took the empty cups into the kitchen.
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Saturday morning, I got some tools ready, what I thought I might need, and put them in the car.
I went and did the things I wanted to do in the morning, a bit of grocery shopping and paying a couple of bills at the bank.
I arrived at Becky’s, just after one o’clock. She’s in a block containing six flats, she was on the third floor. I rang the bell, a voice on the intercom, instantly recognisable, “Hello.”
“O…Hi Becky, it’s me… Bob.”
“Hi Bob, come on up,” the buzzer sounded to let me know I could go in.
I grabbed my tools and bits, and used the lift to her flat. The door to her flat was slightly open; she must have opened it so I could go in. But I didn’t, I put down my tool box, and knocked on the door.
“Is that you Bob? Come on in…come in… I’ve left the door open for you.”
I picked up the tool box and went in, closing the door behind me. I couldn’t see her, so I shouted as I entered, “Hello, Becky!”
“Hi Bob, I’ll be just there,” the usual hi pitch tone was still in her cheery voice.
She came out, through a door which I suspected was her bedroom, almost like she was still putting on some clothes. She came up to me and hugged me giving me a kiss on the cheek, “Hi Bob, did you find it okay?”
“Yes, no problems, it was easy.”
“Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?”
“No, I’m fine thanks; looks like you’ve just got up. You carry on.”
I looked around the place to see where the kitchen was, I spotted it, and looked towards it, I asked Becky, “So show me what you want done?”
I walked, but she always has a skip to her stride, over to the kitchen, she showed me the cupboards and doors that were loose, and the worktop was sagging at one end, and a few other little things.
Then she asked, “If you don’t mind there is another thing I’d like fixing?”
“No not at all, what is it?”
She again skipped over to her bedroom and went in, I followed her. She jumped up onto the bed, pointing to a shelf, she grabbed it and it almost falls off.
“Can you fix this?”
“Yes, I’m sure I can, leave it with me.”
I walked out and back to the kitchen. Becky followed me through, “Well what do you think, can you fix these things?” Becky asked me smiling.
“Yes, but it will take some time.”
“I’ll pay you whatever you want, if that’s…”
I stopped her, “No, I don’t need paying, don’t be silly, you’re my best friend’s daughter, and, well, that almost makes you my daughter.”
I looked around again in the kitchen, and said to her, “Be at least a couple of hours.”
“Do you need a hand?” Becky asked.
“No, I can manage by myself.”
Grabbing hold of my hand in both of hers, she asked, “In that case, do you mind if I leave you alone and go to the gym for my session?”
“No, I don’t mind, I’ll be fine, you run along.” She raised my hand to her lips and kissed it, saying, “Thank you, thank you, I won’t be long.”
I set out my tools, laying a dust sheet out and a workbench in the middle.
As I did this, Becky came out in tight pink top and blue leggings, carrying a small bag, skipping along towards me, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said, “I’ll see you later Bob, I’ll be just an hour or so.”
I looked up at her, mesmerised, forgetting what I was going to say, when she repeated, “An hour or so!”
“O, yes, that’s fine, take your time, don’t rush.”
Becky went off, and I started to carry out the repairs in the kitchen. I got things done in the kitchen and went to her bedroom to take a look at the shelf. I had to move her bedside cabinet to get to the shelf from one side. As I lifted it up, it tipped forward and a drawer opened and fell to the floor. I could not help but notice amongst the items in the draw was a dildo, I think it’s called a rabbit vibrator, pink.
I quickly put it back and all the other items as well. I finished fixing the shelf and was tiding up. I put all my tools away and folded up the dust sheet. I felt I needed a pee so went into the bathroom, I finished peeing, and washed my hands, I could not see a towel. So I looked through a cabinet to see if Becky had any put away. As I opened one of the cabinets, I saw another dildo quite large, skin coloured, and this one had a suction cup on it, I think it’s one you can stick to a wall or something.
I heard the front door open, “Hi Bob, I’m back,” said Becky’s distinctive, high pitched jolly voice.
“I’m in the bathroom; I’ve just finished and am washing up.” I shouted out to Becky.
I quickly put the dildo back and pretend to wash up again as Becky popped her head round the door, “Hi Bob, you finished then, did you get it all done?” she asked in her chirpy voice!
“Yes, all done, unless you have anything else? And O, have you got a towel to wipe my hands?”
“Yeh, sure they’re in this cupboard outside,” she threw me one.
“Okay, I’ve finished now, I’ll be off!”
As I looked up I saw Becky walking in small steps coming towards me; she came up close and looked to the floor. Then in a soft, squeaky voice, “Bob, if you don’t, mind, my tyres need some air in them, please can, you, please, I don’t have a clue…”
I stopped her pleading, “Yes okay, I have a foot pump in my car.”
“Thank you, thank you, Bob!” she jumping up and down, in her usual chirpy voice again, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I grabbed my tools and walked to the door, Becky called out, “Come back up, don’t just go, I’ve brought some lunch for us, a pizza, you like pizza?”
“It’s okay, thanks, but, I’ll just head off.”
“No, you have to eat something I’ve brought enough for two, please, please, just as a thank you for helping me out today.”
“Okay, I’ll come back up, just for a quick bite though!” I called back to her.
“O, take the key, you can let yourself in, I’ll just take a quick shower while you return.”
I took my tools back to my car and got the foot pump out. I saw Becky’s car just a couple of cars further along the street. I checked all her tyres. The keys Becky gave to me had her car keys on the ring as well; I thought I’d check her oil and other fluid levels. I knew she would not know how to carry out any of these checks herself. This all takes me around fifteen minutes or so. I returned the foot pump to my car and went back to Becky’s flat.
As I entered, I called out to Becky, “Hi Becky, I’m back!”
Becky called back, “Hi Bob, I’ve just finished, I’ll be right out,” her voice came from the bathroom; I could hear her clearly as she hadn’t fully closed the door. I was looking in that direction as Becky appeared through the door, her hair was done up with a towel, as women do, and she had another towel covering her.
She looked up and saw me there, shyly giggled and jogged to her bedroom saying, “You were quick; I thought I’d be ready before you came back up.”
As she jogged along, the towel caught a corner of a cabinet that was against a wall, and pulled it off. She looked at me, looking at her. It was hard to look away, a young woman, who has an absolutely fit and beautiful body, I saw her tits, but not her pussy as she was slightly side on. Her legs were very shapely, thighs just amazing; her skin was creamy white and silky smooth all over. It’s amazing how much an eye can pick up in a matter of two seconds.
Becky giggled, covering her tits with one arm, and picked up the towel with the other hand. She did this in a fairly slow manner, as if she was in no hurry to cover up herself.
She looked over to me, “Ooop’s, sorry, old man,” she said giggling again, then slowly strolled to her bedroom, not bothering to put the towel back on.
She left the door slightly open, and talked through, saying, “I’ll be right there, and we’ll have lunch, just take a seat.”
I walked over to the table where she had put the pizza, I then walked over to the kitchen and went through draws and cupboards looking for plates and cutlery, some of which I already knew having worked on them earlier.
Becky came out, again skipping through, “Did you find everything? Good, what would you like to drink, I hope soda is okay?” She walked over to the fridge and grabbed a couple of cans.
She was wearing a very tight, very short blue pants and a pink tee-shirt, and I was pretty sure they were the only two items of clothing she had on.
We sat at a table besides each other; the table was into a corner. Becky passed me a can of soda, it was very difficult to look away for any length of time from Becky’s body, especially her thighs which were on display and just inches away from me.
We started chatting, while we ate the pizza. Mainly about Becky and how she got on at university. The friends she made, and the ones she still keeps in touch with.
I asked her, “Well Becky, is there any one special in your life, from uni or anywhere else?”
“No, oh no, not that I haven’t been with boys!” said Becky who was talking in a very mature manner.
In the limited time I had seen Becky, and talked to her, it was usually always in a jovial way, but now we seemed to be having a much more, still relaxed, but, adult conversation, the tone of her voice was much more serious, none of that giggling between sentences.
“You must have had boy’s come onto you, wanting to take you out, cinema, dinner or just for a drink?” I asked.
“O yes, all the time and I have been, out, with a few. I’m not a virgin! Don’t tell my dad, or mum for that matter. They’d kill me!”
I said without looking at her, “I didn’t think you were, and I’m sure, Steve and Judy have a fair idea about that too.”
Becky said, “Well, you know these places, uni and all, full of testosterone fuelled boys who think they know what a woman wants, and it’s the only thing on they’re minds.”
I asked her in a coy manner, “So you admit to having been, well, to bed with, two, three?”
She shook her head, and said, “I’m not a slut Bob, first tell me how many women you’ve, fucked?”
I coughed, “Excuse me young lady that’s no way to talk to your elders!”
“Well if you want to know a number from me, then I think it’s only fair that I know a number from you. And since you want to know so, desperately, you can go first,” Becky looked very stern and forceful.
“Okay, what sort of number would impress you?” I looked at her to see if I could make her blush.
“Bob, just the truth, I’m serious, I’m not looking at numbers in the hundred’s, just a true number, come on?”
I think I was the one who had a red-face at that point, “Okay, five, your turn!” I said quickly and looked away.
Becky smiled, “You fucking liar Bob, I can see it in your eyes, you’re a fuckin liar!”
I waited a few seconds to mull over in my head, what was going on here; Becky encouraged me, “Come on… come on.”
I turned my head very quickly towards her, and shouted out, “Seven, okay, seven, that’s the truth.” I put my pizza down and stood up.
Becky looked up, “Oh dear, Bob’s getting angry, why so angry Bob? Seven, it’s a good number, fairly impressive. How many of them were one-nighters?”
Amazingly Becky was now really getting me worked up, and I said, “I, I, don’t recall, three, maybe four!” in a raised heart thumping tone!
I made a move as if to walk away, Becky stood up in front of me, placed a hand on my chest, and lightly pushed me back down to the chair. We both sat back down.
“Relax old man, we’re just talking.”
“I think I should go?” I said in a demur voice.
“No, not yet, we’re still talking and having lunch.” Becky’s voice was very calm and controlled.
“I haven’t told you my number yet,” says Becky.
“It’s okay, I don’t want to know, and you’re a very naughty girl.”
Becky replied wagging her head from side to side, “Naughty now is it? a moment a go it was Becky the slut!”
I think I had a very red face now and said, “I never said that, or even implied that at all, you’re just making that up in your head.”
Silence fell into the room for a couple of minutes.
I got a bit calmer, deep breaths and all that, and talked in a calmer tone again.
I said, “I think I should be going before this gets out of hand, and we both say something we’ll regret later, Steve and Judy are my friends, and I want to keep it that way.”
Becky, just as calmly said, “We’re all friends here, just talking.”
I looked at her and tried to think of something to say, but Becky beat me to it. “Well? Old man, do you want to know my number?”
Shaking my head, “I, I don’t know, No!”
“Well, I’ll tell you anyhow,” as Becky leant towards me, moving her face to just inches from mine, looked me in the eyes, without any expression on her face, and spells out, “S e v e n.”
And as she slowly moved away she said, “Snap.”
I shook my head, and asked, “Did you actually do any learning at uni?”
Becky replied with a grin on her face, “I did a lot of learning; let me tell you, a lot of learning.”
She went on, “Not everything is in books, I may be young, but at uni, you learn things that are not in print.”
I could only reply with, “As I said Becky, you’re a naughty girl, a very naughty girl!”
She put her pizza down and wiped her hands with a paper towel and said, “I may be naughty.” Then placed a hand on the side of my face, gently patting, “But I’m not a girl.”
“Yes okay, yes, I think I ‘SAW’ you’re not a girl anymore,” pointing with my head towards the cabinet against the wall!
Becky stood up, took a step closer, and to my amazement, gave me a kiss on the lips, lasting about ten, twelve seconds, no tongues, just lips.
She stepped back, and I stood up, and said, “Becky, I think this is moving in a direction I don’t feel happy with!”
She moved closer, grabbed my face in her hands, and kissed me again, this time forcing her tongue past my lips.
I gently pushed her away, “No, I’m off, thanks for lunch, but I think you need another shower.”
“Old man, where have you got to rush off to? I want to see what those other seven saw, it’s only fair, you’ve seen me, naked, now I want to, see, well, you, naked..?”
“No, as I said, this is not right, it’s not fair on Steve & Judy, and I can’t do this to your parents.”
“Old man, you’re not doing anything to my parents, you’re going to do it to me, if you can?” She squeezed my cock through my jeans.
With a wicked look in her eyes she then said, “Don’t think I’ve never seen you looking at me, eyeing me up, I’ve caught you several times, old man”
I looked away from her gaze, and stared blankly into the air, “No, I can’t do this!”
Becky grabbed my face again, and kissed me, again forcing her tongue into me, it was very difficult to break away, half of me said no, and the other half, well maybe more, much more than half, said, go for it, just let it happen and suffer the consequences.
Okay, bloody hell I’m a man, I’m weak, in this capacity. I kissed her back, we hugged each other tightly. Start kissing more passionately, we both broke; needed to come up for air, I looked into her blue eyes and said, “You seem to have a talent, with that tongue of yours!”
Becky, without gazing away, said, “O, I’ve got a lot of skills, not just with my tongue, but with my, hands, my, fingers, my…” I stopped her saying, “I’m sure you have Becky, I’m sure you have.”
Becky reached down to my jeans, and placed her hand on my cock, she moved to the side of my face, and whispered in my ear, “Old man, you and me are going to be each other’s eighth.”
“But, I’m your father’s best friend!” I said to her in a stupid weak voice.
“Yes, you are my dad’s best friend, but, that doesn’t make you my dad!” Becky sounded quite serious, like I’d never heard her before.
“Okay, come this way!” leading me to her bedroom, she looked round her shoulder, smiled, and said, “We’re going to have some fun, old man, I hope you like fun?”
We reached her bedroom and went inside.
“Becky please wait, not that I don’t want to, but… this is all wrong, we shouldn’t, I shouldn’t.”
“Are you planning to tell mummy and daddy, old man?” Becky asked, in a shy girly manner.
“No, of course not.” I respond straight away.
“Well, do you think I will?” holding a finger to her lips!
“No, of course not,” I again responded quickly.
“Well, where’s the problem then old man? O, is it that, you, are, TOO OLD, old man?” Becky let go of my hand and patted my cock through the jeans.
“No, I’m not TOO OLD.”
Becky, still patting my cock asks, “Does it get hard?”
“Yes, it gets hard.” I remarked, with a sarcastic grin on my face.
She squeezed my cock, “Does it get hard enough to be useful to a woman, a woman like me? Number Eight!”
With that, Becky stepped back and pulled off her top, revealing het tits, seeing them again, but this time I had a grandstand view, looking through binoculars. The sweetest tits you ever saw, beautiful. When she took her top off, they came down and stood proud, no jiggling, just a solid pair of fantastic tits. Her body was toned, nice flat stomach, a midriff any woman would die for.
Becky looked at me, “Well old man, aren’t you going to take anything off, come on, I want to see what old men have that can impress a young woman?”
I took off my shirt and threw it to one side, Becky remarked, “Nice chest for an old man, quite impressive, I didn’t tell you, as you never asked, but I’ll tell you anyhow, that I have been out with, an old man, I was much younger and impressionable then. And for your information, he wasn’t very good in bed, just talked the talk, he wasn’t big…you know…down there, than any of the boys from uni. He had what we women call ‘man boobs!’ I really don’t know what I saw in him, I think I had a few drinks, and he was just a one off.”
Becky had her fingers either side of her short, tight, hot pants, and was sliding them off as she looked up at me, “Come on you too, jeans, and anything under them too, hurry up old man!”
I sat on the bed and took off my socks, then stood up and started to remove my jeans and boxers.
Becky was already naked, she stood there, hands on her hips, “Bloody old men, slow or what?”
I had my back to her, and then turned slightly sideways and looked at her.
Just pure heaven looking at Becky’s beautiful, toned, athletic, young body.
She wasn’t totally clean shaven; she had shaved, or sculpted, what looked like an arrow pointing down to her pussy, her thighs, magnificent, and just the most perfect curvaceous legs, from hips to, well, the floor.
“Come on, old man, turn round?” Becky said, stepping forward.
I was about to turn and face her, but she got to me before then. Becky took hold of my arm and spun me around, my cock was semi hard, and Becky looked down, “Fucking hell, old man, fucking hell!” Her eyes almost popped out of her head, “How the fucking hell do you get that into those jeans?”
She stepped right up to me, grabbed my cock, looked up at me and we kissed, she stroked my cock, I had my hands on her face.
I could feel my cock getting harder as Becky squeezed and stroked it.
Becky broke our kiss; still holding my cock guided me to the bed and indicated to me to sit down. She fell to the floor between my legs, and placed both hands on my cock, one on top of the other, with my nob head sticking out.
Becky looked directly at my cock and said, “Old man, this isn’t a cock, it’s a fuckin snake!” whilst shaking and squeezing it.
“Old man, I really hope you know how to use this thing?” she stuck her tongue out and licked the underside of my nob. She then twirled her tongue all the way round, taking my pre-cum and spreading it round. She squeezed my cock with both hands and slowly eases more pre-cum out, lapped it up with her tongue and tasted it, looking straight at me, “Old man’s cum, tastes nice.”
She teased more out, and it oozes out flowing down to her fingers, she put the fingers into her mouth and sucks off the juice, and then licks the head clean.
Becky looked back up at me and said, “Just give me a minute, old man.”
Becky stood up and skipped over to her dresser, opened a small draw, and seemed to take something out, I thought it was a condom, but with her usual skip, shot off out the room, as she was leaving she looked back at me and winked, “I’ll be just a few seconds, keep that thing inflated!”
Sure enough, about thirty second later she appeared at the door. Standing just inside, she moved one leg over a bit, widening her stance, both hands on her hips. Looked directly at my cock, “Good, still up!” She commented.
Becky just looked amazing standing in the doorway posing, with sunlight blazing through from behind her.
Her eyes were fixed on my cock; she stepped agonisingly slowly, towards me, small steps, swinging her hips from side to side. I saw her licking her lips, my cock twitched and throbbed in anticipation.
She got right up to me where she was previously, and again fell to her knees, clutching my cock again with both hands. Becky looked up and our eyes locked together. We gazed at each other for quite some time, she was gently squeezing and stroking, again pre-cum oozing, while our gaze become more intense.
Then, Becky started to smile very slightly, and opened her mouth, and slowly I saw her tongue start to poke out, she did this very, very slowly. Then I saw it, she had a tongue stud. Becky, when she realised I could see it, started to wiggle it about, “I told you, old man, I have many talents.”
I grabbed her face, and kissed her extremely hard; my tongue searched for her stud, flicking it, rolling over it, both on top and bottom, Becky, was still milking out pre-cum.
I let her face go, and looked down to my cock, there was pre-cum everywhere, dripping down across both of Becky’s hands.
Becky also saw this, looked back up to me and said, “Fuck me old man, there’s more pre-cum here than any of the little uni boy’s actual cum.” Becky squeezed more out, “Fuckin hell Bob, how much is there?”
She took her hands off my cock and licked them clean, then back to my cock getting more out and spreading it all over my shaft, messaging it in. Becky looked back up to me and said, “Old man, you’re going to like this talent.”
She held my cock with one hand, leaving the front uncovered at the base; she placed the other hand on my thigh, stuck out her tongue, and placed her stud at the base of my cock almost at the balls. She slowly slides up applying pressure all the way to the bottom of my nob. O my fucking god, what a feeling. I saw Becky looking up at me, “That’s a talent.” I said to her, closing my eyes and raised my head towards the ceiling.
Becky did this again and again and again, from different directions. Then amazingly, she swallowed my cock, as much as she could, what a bitch. Slowly rising up, keeping the stud hard against my shaft. Again she did this several times moving her head from side to side, to different angles, I said to her, “Becky, you’re a dirty fucking cow, and I think I love you,” as I placed a hand onto her head to ease her down deeper onto my cock.
Becky moved faster, my cock throbbing, god, quarter of an hour of this was almost enough, when I said, “Becks, I’m nearly there babes.”
Becky glanced up, then back down, placed both hands onto my cock and sucked on the head. Making sure she did her work with the stud. I placed both hands onto Becky’s head, she tightened her grip with both hands and stroked away wildly, her head being forced down by me, I was trying not to thrust, just let her do the work.
Another six or seven minutes passed, “Becks, its coming!” No real response from Becky, apart from short grunts. I held her head still, “O fuck, baby!” I shot, my cock throbbing, Becky kept pumping. “That’s it baby, keep pumping!” I said to her, then another load, Becky let go of my cock, and swallowed my cock as deep as she could.
“Becks, fuck, oh shit, baby, baby!” I cum again shooting straight into her throat, she came up, grabbed my cock and pumped it again, three, four strokes, then straight back down and another load spews down her throat, “Baby, baby, fuckin hell… ahhhhh!”
I was done, but Becky kept pumping slowly with the head in her mouth twirling the stud. I grabbed her head softly, cock still in mouth, she looked up, and I said to her, “Deep throat blow job, just another mind blowing Becks talent, you’re a dirty bitch Becky.”
My cock was now softening, but very clean, I let go of her head, and asked her, “I’d like to see what that arrows pointing to?”
Becky placed her hands onto my knees and stood up, “I don’t think you’ll be able to manage to blow any more seed today, old man!”
I stood up and placed my hands onto the sides of each of her shoulders, “Is once all you got from your uni boys?” and threw her onto the bed, “I’ll give you old man!”
I jumped onto the bed, placed myself between her legs and moved up so I could suck on those beautiful tits. I grabbed one with both hands squeezed it hard, making the nipple point out, and sucked on that, then licked it with the full length of my tongue, then another hard suck. I repeated this for the other tit. Becky had one of her hands behind her head, and the other hand on the back of my head, massaging it softly, as I swapped from tit to tit.
Soft grunts and dirty talk from Becky, “Ohhh, old man, suck hard, taste these tities of a young sow, squeeze them, feel them, old man, Ahhh, god, Ahhh, keep it hard old man, Ahhhh. I bet you’ve never had tities this hard before? Ahhh, lovely, you go for it old man, oooohh.”
I looked up at Becky, not letting a nipple out, and shook my head, sucking harder. Her tits were extraordinarily firm. I have fucked a younger girl, nineteen, but Becky’s tits are in a very different league. And the thing is, she knows her body, she seems to know what a man wants, what a man needs, what a man is looking for in a perfect woman, it is Becky.
Becky looked at me, still patting and massaging my head. “Keep sucking old man, feast on them, you may not get another pair like these beauties ever again, ahhh, suck hard, suck long, fuck, old man, this bitch is yours for this afternoon, ooohhh, if you perform well, I’ll think of letting you visit more often, aaahhh, nice, keep going old man, keep going, oohhhhh, feast for as long as you like, aahhhh, and I think you like this sow a lot, aaahhh, fuck.”
This woman never stopped talking; she just kept on, “All those holidays, when I was home, aaahhh, from school and uni, fuck, I knew you were looking at me, ooohhhh, I could tell you just wanted, aaahhhhh, to, you know, like all the boys, aaahhhh, get your hands on me, ooohhhh, and, well, fuck!”
I moved one hand lower, across her flat stomach, I felt some hair, it was the arrow, and I ran my fingers around it, through it, felt short and prickly. I moved lower, I found her slit, it was wet, extremely wet, and I must have missed her bud. I moved my finger back up to locate it, oh yeh, there it is. Becky gasped, “Ohhhh, bastard.”
I rubbed her love bud softly at first, and then applied more pressure in small bursts, occasionally moved to her slit to get some lubricant.
Becky moaned again, “Ahhh fuck, that’s it old man, rub that young firm clit, oh god oh yeh, keep going old man keep fuckin going you’re doooin good, aaahhhhh.”
She was bucking her hips to get more pressure onto her bud, But, I decided to move off her bud and lower my fingers, and found the entrance; I lined up two fingers and pushed up, a cry from Becky, “Fuck, old man, Aaaaahhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” She continued as I fingered her well lubricated tight pussy.
Becky remarked, “Fuck, old man, now this, aahhh, is something, aaahhh, young boys just, shit, don’t get, aaaahhhhhh.”
I gave both her tits a strong suck, and joined my fingers at her pussy. My fingers were still moving like a piston in her pussy, but then slowed down as I found her G-Spot, and started to massage it gently, as my tongue found her bud, I licked it, full length of my tongue, then started nibbling and sucking on it.
Becky’s groans, “Aaahhhh, old man, aaahhhh, fuck, how do I taste? I bet you’ve never tasted a young sow like me before, have you old man? Aaahhh, fuck, I bet you’ve wanked yourself over me loads of times, fuck, fuck, fuck, haven’t you? shit, wet dreams and all, Ahhhh, god.”
Becky was still bucking, as I was sucking and licking her bud, still working on her G-Spot, rubbing it with light pressure in small circles. Her hands were on my head, pushing it harder into her pussy.
“Fuckin hell, old man, I’m, nearly there, god, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop old man, get me off, like in your dreams, aaaahhh, O, My, God, I bet you dream of me, aaahhhh, every night, fuck, aaahhhh…” Becky, slowed down her bucking almost came to a stop, but pushed my head down with great force.
She shouted out, “Get me off, get me off, I’m, cuming, old man, I’m, ummmmingggg,” Becky was pushing my head down in short spasms, and started to buck up with each one.
I felt her getting wetter, a slow endless trickle flowed out and onto my fingers which I went down to lick, but licking was not enough, I had to suck it up, her; sweet, wonderful, delicious love juice.
“Fuck, old man, shit, god, I’m, cumming, oh, yes, I’m, cumminnggg, Ohhh, Yes, Yes, Y E…” A final hard thrust up of her hips and push down with her hands, and my head in the middle, I could not think of a better place for my head to be at that moment in time.
Becky’s hips still jerking as I licked her bud. She slowly released the pressure on my head, and relaxed her ass to the bed. I stopped licking her bud, and gave her arrow and surrounding area of her pussy few tender kisses.
Becky patted my head, “Old man, you did good, you did fucking good, for an old man!”
I shuffled up and lay next to her; I placed one hand on her tit, no movement, just letting it lay on top.
I took a look down her incredible, youthful body, she took hold of my chin and lifted my head up to look at her, “Bob, dear Bob, how old are you?”
“Old enough to be your dad, baby!” I said with grin on my face.
Becky kept hold of my chin, as she asked, “Is that thing of yours capable of any more excitement?”
I replied, “I rather think that’s up to you babes, are you able to take a fucking?”
She patted my cheek lightly, “As I’ve already told you old man, I’ve had seven different fuckers, who each have fucked me several times, I’m not a virgin!”
I raised up and leant my face on my hand, elbow on pillow, and whilst I moved my other hand across her tits, stomach, those incredible thighs, and her pussy, as we lay there, I said to her, “Well lets fuck then.”
“Don’t you worry, I’m pretty sure I can take what an old geezer can put in there, okay, granted, you are defiantly, the biggest, but as I said, I’ve been fucked,” She said with half a smile and half a smirk. Form the look in her eye’s I could tell that she was probably thinking that a fuck was a fuck.
I gave Becky a few light pats on her pussy, and said, “Only if you’re sure this pussy can handle it?”
“Old man, I can handle being fucked no problem, and well, you’ll probably be done in, what, five, six minutes, nine tops I’m sure. Also, let me tell you in-between fuckers, I use a dildo which I fuck myself silly with.”
I looked at her and said, “O, yes, I found a couple of those!”
Becky looked back at me with a look of disbelief, and said, “You dirty bastard, going through my things!”
I replied, “I wasn’t going through your things, I just happen to fall across them, for your information.”
She moved a hand onto my semi hard cock and grabbed hold of it, “Old man I don’t think you’re even capable of getting this hard, let alone in to my tight cunt.”
I got up onto my knees and posed her a challenge, “Okay, Becks, if you can get this hard, then I’ll show you how an ‘Old Man’ can fuck a young Becky more than just silly.”
Becky got up, also knelt in front of me, and said, “Is this some sort of dare old man?” Gently slapped my cock to get it out of the way and shuffled closer, then grabbed hold of my cock at the base in her fist, then brings forward her other hand, palm up, and slapped my cockhead onto her open palm.
“Bob, old man, I’m fresh out of uni, and I don’t know what uni life was like, a hundred years ago, you know when you went! Did you go to uni? Never mind, but, I’ve been challenged loads of times, and have never failed at any of them; I can get this, this lump of meat up.”
Becky squeezed and tugged at my cock while she said this.
“Ha, ha, ha, very funny, Becks, you’re a real tease!”
“Old man, I’m no tease, I’m a fucker!”
With that, she lowered her head, dribbled a mouthful of spit onto my cock and took it in to her mouth. I could feel a stirring and stiffening in my cock. Her stud did wonders to my cockhead, as she circled it around. Becky had both hands on my developing shaft, the a twisting, turning and rotating of her wrists together with a pumping action on my shaft was absolutely fantastic, and was making its desired effect.
Becky seemed to love it; I grabbed her head with both hands, lowered my head towards it and gave the back of her head a kiss whilst she was blowing my cock. I let go of her head, and she glanced up, I pout her a kiss and gently stroked her head.
Becky started to work harder, her grip tightened, her strokes much more rapid, and her suction more forceful. She glanced up again, I said, “Talent.” Whilst nodding my head in appreciation.
Becky was drinking in my pre-cum, she took her lips off and pumps up more pre-cum to lubricate my shaft with, she squeezed it out, letting it flow down then massaging it on to my shaft.
“Old man, you taste amazing, it’s better than any I’ve ever had, you should bottle this stuff!”
She went back to blowing me, again, her twisting and yanking of my shaft was vigorous, I was really hard now, well, had been for the last five minutes.
Becky lifted off very quickly, and asked, “You’re not about to cum, are you?”
“No Babes, not quite yet, as I promised, I’ll see to your needs.”
Eagerly, she asked, “Do you want to put it in now?”
“If you’re ready for me baby!”
I lightly stroked the side of her pretty face.
She pumped up more pre-cum, again smears it all over my shaft, then licked her hands clean, leant forward and kissed my cock, “Okay Bob, let’s see what an ‘Old Man’ can do?”
Becky threw herself back onto the bed, landing with almost perfect position. She ran her fingers through her hair combing it back, lifted up her legs and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs wide apart, “Welcome to paradise, old man!” as she pumped her hips up and down in a fucking action!
I shook my head smiling, and moved forward, my cock sticking out like a knight with his lance waving in front of him. I leant forward and kissed her pussy, all over, moving lower to her slit, I licked her slit, as her pussy lips parted; my tongue hits her bud, “Aahhh,” came a whispering moan form Becky.
As she was in this position, her thighs, yes her amazing thighs, I just love her thighs, are again just in a perfect form. I moistened my tongue; I started at her ass cheek, and licked slowly up to her knee, then the other one, several times. I ran my hands softly up and down each thigh, giving them a grope in different places, she’s so firm.
I was in a trance, when I heard, “Hey, old man!” I snapped out and looked at Becky. “You going to do anything, or just fuckin look all day?”
I blinked a couple of times, “O, yes, you’re so, so, perfect, your body Becks, beautiful.”
“Yeh, sure like I haven’t heard that before, old man! Come on, I want to see if it fits in?”
I shuffled closer, and aimed my cock at her pussy; I rubbed my nob up and down her slit milking out some pre-cum to spread around. When I got to her bud, I pushed hard against it with my cock head, Becky moaned, and said, softly, “Ohh, yes.” Her eyes closed, as she pushed back.
I found the entrance to heaven, and pushed lightly to get the head in. it was tight.
“Ohh, God,” cry’s Becky.
I leant forward and rested my body onto hers, I held her face with both hands, and said, “Becks, you’re beautiful,” I slowly plunged in, o god she’s tight, my eyes closed tight, my face grimaced, as I pulled out and slowly back in, like knocking on heaven’s door to let me ALL in.
Becky cried out, not sure if in pain, “Fuck, old man, aahhh, you’re a big, aahhh, bastard!”
I asked, “Babes, you okay?” I looked at her face, like she was in agony, I pulled out, “Becks, baby! You okay?”
“Yes, old man, come on!”
I pushed in slowly again, and pulled out taking little nips deeper each time. Both of our faces were either in sheer pain or sheer pleasure, it was difficult to distinguish.
I felt I was almost home, a final push, there it is, I felt her cervix, Becky cries out loud, “Ohh God, Ohh fuckin god, old man I think you’re in, well done, fuck.”
To her surprise, I said, “Just a bit more babes, okay?”
She looked at me in amazement, “What, you’re not in?”
I pulled out, and plunged in, this time without stopping, I broke through her cervix, o yes, now I was fully in. Becky shouted out, waking the whole building, “Awwwhhh, Jesus fuckin Christ, aahhhhh, Bastard, take it out, take it fuckin out NOW?” The look on Becky’s face was one of shock; her face was red, her eyes bulging out.
I pulled out, and she pushed me off, slapping my chest several times, “You fucking bastard, what the fuckin hell was that?”
“I’m sorry babes, I thought, you, you, were ready?”
“I was ready for a fucking, I weren’t ready for that, whatever that was, you bastard!”
“I’m sorry Becks baby, okay, we don’t have to…”
Becky stopped me, “I said I wasn’t ready for it, I didn’t say I don’t want it, I just was not expecting that, no one has ever gone that deep, fuckin ever.”
“I’m sorry if I hurt you babes, I’m really sorry.”
Becky slapped my face tenderly, “I know you’ve got a bastard of a cock, old man, but now I know where it’s going, I’ll be prepared, come on!”
Becky cupped my face in her hands and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, and said, “I’ll be okay Bob, you go as deep as you like, I want all of it, but just be gentle to start with,” and gave me another gentle kiss.
Becky resumed her position on the bed, lifting her legs up and wide, “Come on old man, let’s get you back in, but slowly.”
I moved forwards again, and put my cock at her entrance, “Okay, slowly, slowly, old man, slide it in?”
I slipped in slowly, fuck she’s tight, but more lubricated now.
“That’s it old man, that’s it, aahhh.”
I felt her cervix again, I looked at Becky, her eyes widen, she grabbed my shoulders, I asked, “Can I?”
Squeezing my shoulders, and closing her eyes tight like she was getting ready for the imminent pain, Becky nods her head, I leant forward and kissed her forehead, I pushed in, slowly, I can feel my cockhead easing past her cervix and into her upper canal.
Becky tried to suppress her cries, “Fuck, in, hell, aahhhh.”
I left my cock in fully penetrated, deep into her womb, “Okay babes?” I asked.
I looked at Becky waiting for permission to move. Her grip tightened on my shoulders.
I again was seeking her permission, “Becky, babes, can, can I…?”
I saw her eyes relax but remain closed, as she nodded her head slowly a couple of times. I took that as permission granted, and slide out slowly, but not fully, I kept in a couple of inches, and then slowly plunged back in. I did this several time for about five minutes.
All the time, I looked at Becky, her eyes remained closed, and then she cried, “O fuck, fuck, aahhh, I’m cummminggg, aahhh, I’m cummmingggg.” I kept my steady pace; I felt her cunt muscles tighten.
Now I retracted just past the entrance to her womb, and move my cock just a couple of inches at this tightest point, Becky opened her eyes, catching me looking straight at her, she smiles, a blissful smile.
Becky’s voice straining to talk, “You’re a bastard, Bob, for an old man, you drive a nice cock, aahhh, fuck.”
“Thanks babes, it’s a tight spot, but I hope I can park here more often?”
“As an old man, O fuck, I think I can offer you some free, aaahhh, parking.”
I quickened the pace, Becky nodded her head and her smile widened, I took this as an approval to quicken even faster and harder.
Becky’s eyes closed softly, as she drifted off, I looked at her, and her face shifted from a place of bliss and agony, slow moans and grunt of pleasure echoed around the room.
I couldn’t tear away from looking at her face, as it started to contort, and her cries became more vocal, “Fuck, fuck, ooohhhh, mmyyyy, godddd.”
I could see from her face she was orgasming again, also felt her pussy discharging more love juice, my cock got wetter, “I’m there again, old, man, aahhh, fuck, I’m, cuming, I’m cuming, I’m cuming, aaahhhh.. Fuck.” Becky’s voice sounding deep:
Becky, threw her arms out wide and clasped the bed sheets, I could feel her body going into spasm. I kept up the thrusting like a piston firing at a hundred miles an hour, and also like my life depended on keeping Becky’s orgasm going for as long as I could. I had to show her what an ‘Old Man’ could do. Keeping her face in orgasmic wonder, I wished at that point, I could take a picture of her face right at that precise moment.
“Ooohhhh, ooohhh, ooohhh, I’m still, aaahhhh, cuuu, mmmingggg, fuck.” Deep cry’s from Becky, and then she opened her eyes, and a smile on her face indicating she was more than just pleased.
Becky’s hands came to my face and held it in her palms, and said, “Uni boy’s never make me cum, aaahhh, from fucking, all they want, aahhh, is to, oohh, get into your nickers, aahhh, and, oohhhh, get they’re load off, aahhh, fuck.”
I saw a drop of sweat drip off me and land on Becky’s face, then I noticed her forehead is just as wet. In fact, both our bodies were gleaming from perspiration.
Becky used her hand to wipe away my forehead, and said, “My second workout, aahhhh, of the day, fuck, but given, oohhh, the choice, oooh, this is all, aaahhh, I need, shittttt, once a day, aaahhh, every fuckin day…”
Becky pouted me a kiss, and said, “Aaahhhh, how you dooin, oooohhhh, old man, aaaahh, are you there yet? or are you going to have a heart attack?”
I sneered down to her, and said, “Piss of Beck’s!” as I slam into her hard a couple of times.
Becky lightly pats my face with both palms either side, and said, “You’re amazing, aaahhh, old man, ooohhh, you blow, fuck, when you’re ready, aahhhhh, no need, Oooo, to pull, ahhhhh, out, just, aaahhhh, inject me, aaaaahhhhh…”
I pushed in deep, and kept my cock in, while I twitched my cock and Becky used her cunt muscles to throb on it.
It was at this time I thought to myself, this is so wrong, but my cock was saying, this is where I want to be for the rest of my life.
Becky threw her arms around me, and wrapped her legs round my ass. And all I could think of was her thighs, fantastic thighs wrapped around me. She was forcing me in deeper by gripping my ass tight with her legs, getting me deeper every time I thrust in. She was meeting my every thrust and we were in a harmonized fuck.
Becky had got used to me being deep into her, and from the look on Becky’s face I was sure she was in a state of continual orgasm.
We would fuck hard, banging into each other for a couple of minutes, then slow down for a bit, then fuck hard again, but never stop.
Soft groans, tight grips, banging of our bodies, and the scent of sex filled the room.
Becky’s pussy increased in wetness as every so often her cunt discharged another orgasm.
I happened to glance out of her bedroom window, and noticed daylight fading, I thought to myself, fuck, how long have we been fucking, I had lost all track of time. All I remembered was that it was about three o’clock when we started lunch, it must be well past seven o’clock now.
I felt close now, our bodies pounding in harmony, I felt my cock getting hotter and hotter, I was amazed I could last this long in Becky’s tight pussy; I grunted out, “Beck’s baby, I’m going to blow.”
Becky tightened her grips, hands and legs, and ‘O’ those thighs, fantastic thighs.
I heard Becky, “Ohhh, Mmyyy, gooodddd.” Her screams got louder, “F U C K I N H E L L, aaahhhh.” I think Becky had another big orgasm.
I said to Becky, “Alright babes, you okay, I’m there.” I stopped our synchronised fuck, and kept my cock buried deep. And blow, I felt her cunt working overtime as she gripped my cock, I pulled out and another deep thrust, discharging my semen deep, I ejaculated six or seven times, each time Becky’s cunt pulsating on my cock.
Her screams and grips louder and tighter, as she had one final orgasm, pure bliss.
“O baby, you’re a great fuck and a great fucker, talent.” I said to Becky, as both our bodies went limp; I lay on Becky, for a minute, and then slipped off to one side.
Both breathing hard, deep breaths, looking over at Becky her chest heaving, and her hips shuddering slightly as her orgasm subsides.
Becky looked over to me and said, “Old man, I misjudged you totally, who knew my eighth fucker would me my best and last fucker.”
I looked at her quizzically, “What do you mean, last fucker?”
Becky replied, “After this, I don’t think I will need, want or even think of number nine, I’ll stick to my number eight, fucker!”
I said to her, “Becks baby, if it’s you I fuck for the rest of my life, I’m going to die a happy man, a happy old man, and I don’t want you to ever change.”
Becky looked down to my cock, and moved a hand to it, gliding her fingers softly from my balls to cockhead, and said, “Bob, it’s still hard enough!”
I looked at her, “What do you mean; still hard enough for what, what have you got on your dirty little mind?”
As Becky got up, I saw a stream of cum run out and hit a pool of our mixed juices on the bed sheet, it sounded like someone pouring a glass of milk onto the bed.
I noticed a trickle of cum dripping from Becky’s pussy; it ran down her thigh, I smiled to myself.
Becky mounted me, grabbed my cock and lowers herself down, very slowly, she took a few stabs at it, watching her get it in, I saw her pussy lips, clinging to my cock, disappearing and reappearing each time she moved up and down.
Finally she was down, she fell forward and laid on top of me, her arms stretched out in front of her placing them either side of my head, out stretched, she kissed my lips softly and asked, “Have you got to be anywhere tonight, Bob?” I shook my head to say no.
I placed my hands on her ass.
I could feel the throbbing of her cunt on my cock. She kissed me again on the lips sensually, softly, tenderly.
“Good Night, Old Man, Good Night.”