An Old Lady's Plaything

AN OLD LADY'S PLAYTHING
?Can I sit with you Mike?? A familiar voice disturbed my thoughts, ?It's a bit crowded in here!? I looked up and recognised Mrs Evans, a retired lady who lived in a flat across the road from me. She was carrying two carrier bags and trying to balance a tray at the same time. I smiled and indicated the vacant seat opposite. She smiled back as she put the tray down and settled down in the chair.
She began chatting, asking me how old I was, how was I doing at college and did I have a girlfriend? I told her I was nineteen, and I was doing reasonably well in college and she seemed genuinely interested in my answers but when I told her I'd split with my girlfriend a couple of weeks ago, I saw a strange glint come into her eyes.
As we sat there I took the chance to give her a once over. I'd seen her in street and in the supermarket a couple of times but hadn't taken much notice of her, after all she was around the same age as my granny, way to old for a nineteen year old student. That day she was wearing a light cotton dress which seemed a little on the small for her, especially around the bust and hips. Each time she moved to picked her coffee up I could see just a hint of her bra between the buttons of the dress. I couldn't see anything from the waist down, but what I could see of her underwear was having an effect on me.
I stood up saying I was going to get another coffee but she insisted she'd get it if I'd keep my eyes on her bags. I sat back down and watched her as she made her way to the counter. From the back I could now clearly see outline of her bra through the tight, thin material. There was also a definite VPL (Visible Pantie Line) where the dress was stretched across her ample hips. The bright light streaming through the window opposite made the material of the dress almost semi-transparent, and I could see the outline of her thighs. These titillating glimpses soon had something stirring in my lower regions.
As we drank our coffee she offered me a lift if I would help with her bags. I was grateful as I wasn't looking forward to the journey home, it was too warm to walk and I knew the buses would be crowded. We finished our drinks and made our way out to the car park. I took her bags as she went and opened the car. The light breeze wafting through the car park was welcome but I was glad when I was able to dump the bags into the boot.
She made her way through the town centre and it wasn't long before she pulled into her parking space behind the flats where she lived. We were both breathing heavily after climbing the stairs to the first floor where she lived. She opened the door and I followed her into the flat and straight away noticed that it didn't smell as I'd expected. Most homes occupied by older ladies like her, smell of lavender and embrocation, I know my gran's did. But as soon as I entered Mrs. Evans I was aware of a heavy scent of perfume and a sexy perfume at that and my cock got even harder. Mrs. Evans led me through to the kitchen and told me to dump the bags on the floor. I did so and gratefully stretched and flexed my aching shoulders and fingers.
She asked if while I was there I'd do her a favour and fix the plug on her kettle for her, I told her I'd be glad to. She disappeared into the utility cupboard and returned with new plug and I sat at the kitchen table doing the simple wiring. I accepted her offer of a cold drink and she placed a glass of orange juice on the table then stood behind me, watching as I changed the plug.
I must have winced when I did moved awkwardly because she suddenly said. ?What's wrong Mike?? I just looked up at her and laughed. ?Those bags were heavier than I thought,? I said, ?my shoulders are a bit sore.? Before I knew it, her hand were on my shoulders and she was massaging my aching muscles. It felt really good but what she did next, although totally unexpected felt even better. She leant over even further and her fingers slipped down inside the front of my shirt and rubbed over my chest. I could feel her tits pressing into my back as she bent down and ran her fingers over my nipples. Of course my cock was, by now, fully erect and I knew that from her position above me, she couldn't fail to notice it.
I felt her breath on the back of my neck as she slowly popped opened the buttons on my shirt. Then without saying a word, she pulled me to my feet and led me down the hallway and into the bedroom. It didn't take much imagination on my part to know what was coming next and, after she'd removed my shirt she told me lie back on the bed. I did as she instructed and watched as she unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. My cock bucked in my jeans as she stood there in just her bra and knickers. They were nothing special, just plain white cotton, I'd seen much sexier in my porn magazines, but she still looked amazing to my teenage eyes.
Reaching behind her back, she unclipped her bra and dropped that onto the floor with her dress. Then, wearing just her knickers, she climbed onto the bed and knelt beside me. I was hypnotised by the sight of her hard pink nipples standing out from the darker discs of her areola. She took my hands and placed them on her tits, telling me to play with them, which I willingly did. After she'd tired of this, she pulled my face towards one hard nipple and I happily sucked it into my mouth.
After switching between nipples for about five minutes, with her murmuring her encouragement. Then she moved back and pulled her knickers down to reveal a neatly trimmed mound under the swell of her belly and the musky odour, of her sex drifted up to my nostrils. She struggled a little but eventually managed to pull her knickers off over her feet. Then she hugged me against her and began to stroke my cock, almost making me come as she gently squeezed my balls through my jeans. For about half an hour I played with her body, exploring every square inch of it as she in turn stroked me all over, frequently wandering back down to my fully erect cock, which she had now revealed by unzipping my jeans. She teased me mercilessly but as if by instinct she knew just when I was about to cumm, and she'd stop, leave me alone for a couple of minutes until my impending climax receded and then she'd start all over again. It appeared that Mrs. Evans had been a very sexually active lady when she was younger.
Taking hold of the top of my jeans, she tugged at them, leaving me in no doubt what she wanted and I raised my hips and let her slide them down my legs and pulled them off over my feet. Of course, now freed from it's prison my cock sprang up, bobbing lewdly infront of her and I saw her eyes light up. ?Oh yes,? she groaned as she returned her fingers to it and began to work them slowly up and down my shaft. All the while she was giving out with little sighs and groans. Her hand actions on my cock soon had the pre-cum literally pouring from the eye of my knob and she worked the natural lubricant all over it, intensifying the sensations she was causing in my body.
We were interrupted by the door bell ringing and I saw Hazel smile. She quickly pulled on her bath robe as the bell rang for a second time and called that she was coming. I hurriedly zipped my jeans up and put my shirt back on and as she slowly made her way down the hall to the front door, giving me time to get out of the bed room.
She joined me in the living room, accompanied by another woman, Mrs. Williams, another occupants of the flats. I knew Mrs. Williams was a widow, I'd met her at the Christmas party us students put on for the residents of the flats. I guessed to be around sixty years old. She was about the same build as Hazel but with bigger tits. Her greying blonde hair framed a pretty face and I saw the same gleam in her eyes as I'd seen in Hazel's when we were in the caf?. She was dressed in a fairly shapeless house coat, the belt at her waist accentuating the size of her tits. What really stood out, somehow, was bright red of her long manicured fingernails. With quick glance round the room which took in my presence and my would be lover's bath robe, a smile came to her lips.
My hostess welcomed her new guest with a hug, ?come in and sit down.? ?Thank you, Hazel,? she said, returning the hug. Mrs. Williams sat down on the couch and I sat down on a chair opposite. ?Good afternoon, Mrs. Williams,? I said, a little nervous after having almost been caught out and felt my face flush with embarrassment. Mrs. Williams smiled and said, ?You're young Mike Russell from the college aren't you?? After I told yes I was, Hazel sat beside her friend and we chatted for a while, polite talk, swapping gossip about the occupants of the other flats.
I reverted to calling Hazel Mrs. Evans but she very quickly set me straight. ?We've agreed that I'm Hazel, Mike. And you must call Mrs. Williams Margo. We're all friends here.? Margo confirmed this with a nod and a mischievous smile came across her face and remained there throughout the conversation. After about ten minutes Hazel stood up and moved behind my chair. I was horrified as her hands once again crept under my shirt with Margo watching intently. I tried to push Hazel's hands away, embarrassed by the whole scene. I didn't want this to happen in front of Margo, but she just continued to smile, watching every move. But Hazel persisted until I let her have her way. She played with my nipples again, whispering that Margo was a widow who hadn't had a man for several years and was feeling horny. She then slowly opened my shirt buttons before removing it. It suddenly dawned on me that she'd probably been calling Mrs. Williams when I returned from the bathroom and this whole thing was a set up.
Then Hazel confirmed my suspicions as she came around the front of me. knelt down and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off along with my underpants. I was now sitting there completely naked with my cock, now fully erect, jutting upwards from my groin. Standing in front of me, Hazel opened her gown then knelt back down and took hold of my erection. Margo surprised me by standing up and removing her house coat revealing a half decent body clad in red, lacy bra and matching knickers. As she knelt in front of me, she pushed her tits even further up. I could feel my cock growing even harder with every stroke of Hazel's fingers as she worked them up and down my shaft.
What happened next though, is something I'll never forget. Margo reached behind for her house coat and pulled a tube of lipstick from the pocket and with her eyes never leaving mine, she painted her lips a delicious deep red. Hazel leaned in and whispered in my ear. ?Do you like Mrs. Williams Mike?? she asked, ?I know she likes you and she'd really appreciate your nice young cock.? Before I could reply, Margo ran her tongue over her lips and knelt down opposite Hazel. Now I had a horny old lady at each side of my erect cock.
I felt Margo's warm breath on my knob as she lowered her head towards it and took it into her mouth. As her lips slid up and down my shaft, I could see she was leaving smears of her thick lipstick on it. I groaned as I felt her nails on my thighs as she teased them up towards my groin. Hazel had her fingers wrapped around the base my cock and was slowly wanking me when I suddenly felt Margo's fingernails graze my balls. That was it for me and I felt my cumm race up my shaft and explode into her waiting mouth. Hazel smiled when she saw her friend swallowing my load. ?That should slow him down Margo. Why don't you take young Mike back to your flat and you can really enjoy him, I'll join you later, I've got a couple of things to do.? Margo smiled at me and without a word, put her robe back on as Hazel handed me my clothes. I dressed and, as we were leaving, Hazel pulled me close and gave me a sexy kiss and whispered, ?Go and enjoy his lovely cock, I'll be round later so save some of for me.? She squeezed my cock as she spoke.

Once we got round to Margo's flat she didn't waste any time getting what she wanted, she took me straight into the bedroom and pushed me back onto the bed and took her housecoat off again and stood there, legs apart and her hands on her hips. ?Now, where were we,? she said, as she took a step towards the bed. ?Get your shirt off Mike,? she said, more and order than a request, ?I'll do the rest.? I did as she asked and unbuttoned my shirt, sat up, removed it and lay back down again. Margo moved closer to the bed and reached down and unclipped the top of my slacks before unzipping them and pulling them down my legs and off over my feet. My cock hadn't lost any of its hardness and I saw her smile when she became aware of the fact. ?Ah yes, now I remember,? she said as she dropped to her knees between my open legs.
Reaching up, she took hold of the waistband of my underpants and pulled them down, freeing my rigid cock, which bobbed lewdly infront of her. Dropping my underpants across the room, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around my shaft and lowered her head towards it and for the second time in less than twenty minutes, I felt her hot breath on my knob. Just before she took me into her mouth, she looked up at me and smiled. ?Just lay back and enjoy it Mike,? she said, ?you're going to need all the energy you've got for later.? There was just a hint of menace in the last words but any doubts I had were soon blown away as she slid her lips over my knob and proceeded to give me the best blow job I'd ever experienced.
I couldn't believe how much of my cock this dear old lady managed to get into her mouth but after a few tentative bobs of her head I felt her chin resting on my balls and realised that she'd taken my entire eight inches and was pretty sure she could have managed much more. She smiled up at me and began a slow, rhythmic bobbing of her head, her eyes locked on mine. As she increased her speed, I could feel my balls tightening and knew that my climax was imminent. A look of panic came into my eyes, surely she wasn't going to let me cum in her mouth, hell a lot of the younger girls I knew wouldn't let me do that so there was no way an old lady would allow it. Wrong!!!
I think we both became aware of my impending climax at exactly the same moment. Her, by the look of sheer terror in my eyes and me, by the way her lips tightened around my cock. I felt my seed racing up my shaft and erupt into her mouth and there wasn't a thing I could do about it, I was past the point of no return. Margo gripped the base of my cock and I felt the pressure of her sucking increase as I shot my load into her mouth. She moaned as my cumm filled her mouth and I saw her swallow, I was in heaven. She sucked the last drop out of me, before raising her head and smiling up at me. ?Right now it's your turn,? she said, ?I've got a pussy that needs some attention.? She pulled me to my feet and sat down where I'd been. She smiled as she saw my depleted cock, hanging limply down. ?That looks like it might need some work before it's ready again but for now get down on your knees there's something down there that needs a good licking.? Again it was more of an order that a request but I wasn't going to argue and dropped to my knees between her spread thighs. I could see a definite damp patch on her knickers, where it covered her pussy and didn't need the hands on the back of my head to encourage me to taste it. But Margo was in a hurry and pulled my face against it, pressing my lips against the soaking crotch of her knickers. I didn't have any say in what was happening as she grabbed my hair and pushed my face up and down over her lace covered pussy. I was being used like a living sex toy!!!
After a couple of minutes of this treatment the roughness of the lace was making my chin and nose sore so I forced my head back and looked up at her. Margo smiled back at me and moved on hand from the back of my head and pulled the crotch of her knickers to one side, fully exposing her hairy cunt to me. Before I was able to appreciate the view, my face was pressed back against it but this time, minus the lace covering, it felt soft, warm and extremely wet and my tongue instantly went to work, sliding through the soft folds of her cunt lips. I heard her moan above me as I flicked at her clit with my tongue and her hands gripped my head even tighter. Now I moved lower and teased the entrance to her sex, circling it with just the tip of my tongue. I could feel her inner muscles spasming and her moans grow louder as I slid it further into her.
Suddenly, and without warning, her hips clamped around my head and she pressed her cunt tight against my face and it felt as though my tongue was being torn out by the roots. ?Oh sweet Jesus,? she groaned, ?I'm cumming. Ohhh my God.? I'd never known a woman cum so much, as her juices erupted from her cunt, filling my mouth. I swallowed as hard and fast as I could but some of the sweet liquid trickled from the corners of my mouth and down over my chin. Margo was almost screaming our her pleasure as he cunt continued to deliver its gift of sweet nectar but eventually the flow stopped and her thighs relaxed around my head and once again I was able to look up at her. Her eyes were closed and those gorgeous tits were rising and falling as her breathing returned to normal. By now my cock was fully hard again and it was time to use it in the way it was meant to be used!!!
Standing up, I placed the tip of my knob at the entrance to her sex and ran it up and down through her cunt lips. Margo gasped as it passed over her clit and her hips rose from the bed, allowing me to get my hands under her ass cheeks. On the next pass through her hot, wet petals, I once again paused at her fuck hole then slowly eased forwards until just my knob was inside her. I clenched my stomach muscles, causing my cock to twitch inside her and I heard her groan. Slowly, I eased forwards again, sliding more of my cock into her wet, willing cunt until I felt her pubic hair brush mine. I was in as far as I could get in this position but knew she could take more. Without removing my cock, I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and pushed harder until out pubic bones crushed together. Now she was taking all I had to give!!!
Pulling back until just my knob nestled inside her, I reached down and took a hard nipples between each thumb and forefinger, pulling and pinching them hard. Margo winced at first but as I drove my cock back into her the pleasure mode took over-came the pain and she thrust back against me and I felt my cock bottom out inside her. This was it, I was about to give this old lady just what she wanted!!!
I started fucking with long, slow, deliberate strokes increasing my speed with every thrust. Margo in turn matched my thrusts and soon we were moving in perfect unison and I could feel my climax approaching. ?I'm almost ready to cum Margo.? I informed her, ?How about you?? Margo pushed back against me and groaned loudly. ?Yes Mike, yes. I'm ready. Cum with me. I want to feel you cum inside me.? That was all I wanted to hear and started to fuck her with renewed vigour, pounding her mature cunt relentlessly, slamming my cock into her as hard and fast as I could and all the while Margo was screaming for more. I'd really had my eyes opened by her and Hazel. Older women can really take it and I was looking forward to my time as an old lady's plaything.
About a minute later, Margo went rigid and I felt her cunt tighten around my cock. ?I'm cumming Mike, I'm cumming,? she yelled. As her cunt erupted, bathing my cock in her hot, thick juices my own climax hit me and I pumped jet after jet of my cumm into her. ?Oh yesss,? she groaned, ?yes, oh yes, I can feel it Mike. Oh fuck yes I can feel it. It feels so good.? For what seemed like an age we both came until our combined cumm was oozing out of her cunt each time I pushed my cock back into it. Eventually though all the best things must come to an end and I stopped cumming and my cock began to soften until it slipped out of her.
I lowered her legs and lay down beside her, both of us knackered. We didn't hear Hazel come into the flat until she spoke. ?It looks like you two have been fun,? she laughed, ?I hope you've got some left for me Mike!!!!!