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 Neighborly Acts - a true story |
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Mr. Brown is 74 years old, a widower, balding, and probably very lonely. He also happens to live next to my parents and my mother thinks he is just wonderful.
I am 21 years old, blonde, with (hopefully) a pretty good figure and until a few weeks ago, nothing in common with our elderly neighbor other than the fact that I was aware of his occasional leering glances especially when my mother wasn't looking. It didn't bother me and I had never really gave it a second thought - I have been far too busy with my college studies recently to worry about anything else. Normally, my parents will go to the local store and run any errands for Mr. Brown, as he rarely seems to go any further than the street outside, however, one day I was enlisted by my mom to do the 'grocery store run' as she had a appointment and my father was working. It is true to say, that although I had done this before, I never really looked forward to it and hated the way mom would almost demand that I drive the three blocks to the store, buy the requested items and then dutifully take them to the, as she would describe him, 'adorable' old man.
I perhaps wished I could show that her opinion of him was wrong, but I didn't imagine that I would be proved right in such shocking circumstances!
Arriving back from the store, I noticed my mother's car in the driveway, which meant she was back home early and could have done the trip to the store herself, but didn't bother. Mr. Brown met me at the doorstep as I was carrying a large, heavy box up his driveway.
'Oh thanks Iannina' he said smiling, 'would you bring them in?'.
Clumsily I made my way through to the kitchen and deposited the box on the counter, clearly out of breath. It was now his chance to have a 'chat' with me and he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass. Although I knew he would keep me talking for a few minutes, I really wasn't prepared for his outright frankness.
'You know' he started 'I've watched you grow up into a very nice young lady'.
I vaguely acknowleged his compliment, but somehow knew what he was going to say next.
'I haven't told your mother, but I think you would do any man proud' he continued 'Is there any chance that you could do me proud?'
'Sorry?' I replied, kind of trying to pretend I didn't know what he meant and making him say exactly what he was getting at.
'Would you consider...' he added uneasily staring at my tits '...doing it with an old man?'.
It was still shocking to hear him say what he must have wanted to say for years.
'What do you mean Mr. Brown?' I responded, 'Doing it?'.
'Don't play games Iannina' he said 'You're a young lady now, so you won't mind me calling it by it's proper name 'would you consider a fuck?'
Trying to look surprised, I asked why I should want to do that with him? His reply was even more shocking.
Because i've watched you and I think that deep down you're horny and would like a big, stiff cock in that pussy of yours!'
I was somewhat taken aback by these comments, but made sure I didn't deny them!
'Just think' he tried to persuade me 'Your mother is only a few yards away and wouldn't know that her lovely daughter was getting herself fucked senseless!.
He had a point. What a great way to get my mom back and she would never know how wrong she was! To the old man's delight, I finally agreed to do the deed. Having sex with a 74 year old man may be a little disgusting to some, but I wanted to see just how big his cock was!
Quickly, he unzipped his trousers and his dick, already quite stiff sprung out to greet me.
'Get me hard!' he implored me, while offering up his member.
I looked down at his well-worn prick, smiled and took it in my mouth. I sucked hard on his pole and jerked it with my left hand, the salty taste of his semen beginning to flood my tongue. He convulsed and for a moment I thought he was going to come before the main event, so I hurriedly pulled off my t-shirt and slid my jeans down my legs.
Mr. Brown then asked if I could sit down on a kitchen stool and very slowly pull my panties off so he could masturbate as I did so. What I was doing felt sooooo dirty but by now, I really wanted to do it! My white lace panties rolled down my upper thighs and over my knees - while a big cock hovered in front of me! I desperately wanted him to put it in my pussy!
My panties finally peeled off and he was ready to let me have his stiff cock, much to his and my excitement.
'Come on baby' he uttered, which seemed odd for an old man 'take my fucking cock!'.
I was still perched on the high stool, my legs apart waiting for his dick. It wasn't long in arriving as I felt him fumble with his erection momentarily before locating my pussy. Gently, he slid the bulging head of his cock in, before gingerly clasping me just above my waist and checking that I was fine. Then, pushing forward, I felt his boner starting to fill my pussy inch by inch, while he ogled my tits from close range. I glanced down at my pussy....it was full of cock.
'Fuck me!' I urged him 'You have always wanted to!'
The long cock now buried deep inside was withdrawn slowly and then re-plunged in even deeper. My eyes were wide open as I gasped at the length inserted in me. It didn't matter, he smirked and commenced to fuck me harder and deeper, his hands still embracing me as I reached for my clit.
Mr. Brown was now pushing his cock all the way in as he grunted and continued his all or nothing fuck. I rubbed my magic spot for all I was worth as I sensed he was about to come.
Now, I always thought the older generation had good manners - but I was mistaken. He didn't ask the lady whether he could ejaculate over her tits, he had obviously wanted to do this all along.
Suddenly, he pulled out of pounding my pussy and demanded I held my tits together once he had slid his dick in between them. He liked titty-fucking he told me, and proceeded to spew a huge load of cum over my tits and into my face. It went everywhere and hung in thick, slimy strands in my hair. He certainly hit the bullseye!
It took me ages to clean up and look presentable to the outside world, especially when my mom asked why I had been so long. I smiled and told her she was right...such an adorable old man!
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