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   Everyone Likes Ray-Ray: by Mars Bonfire (MF, celeb, senior, bbw, oral)



   I had been hired by a big escort service to attend a movie industry
party at a swank hotel in Century City.  Several of

   us from the firm, all twenty-something men, were to see to the needs of
some of the middle-aged guests, men and women

   alike.  Not to necessarily fuck them, but to be attentive, laugh at
their jokes, light their cigarettes, make them feel

   good.  This was a good gig for me, because old women were my specialty.
I had several Hollywood actresses and

   female producers as regular clients.  For me, their age was the turn-on.
I had had as many hard-bodied bimbos as

   I wanted, now I loved big, pendulous breasts, fallen asses dimpled with
cellulite, coarse, rubbery cunt lips, frown lines

   and crow's feet.  My clients included such household names as Ruth
McCallahan, of "The Gold Gals" (a seriously good

   fuck), film actresses Pippa Lauren and Shirley Bright and Halston Taymor
of TV's "Two Point Five Dudes".  Although I

   got paid to fuck these hot seniors, I probably would have done it for
free.  Ruth McCallahan for example, had a very

   lush body, heavy breasts, white skin, solid ass, and she was an
incredible fuck.  Her cunt was beautiful, completely

   shaved, meaty outer labia, bright pink fuck hole, always soaking wet. 
She was almost eighty years old, but very

   sexual.  One memorable night, I fucked her senior cunt four times,
dumping a load of hot sperm into her elderly pussy

   every time.  She was insatiable and multi-orgasmic.  But that's another
story.



   I arrived at the hotel about 8:30 PM dressed in my best Armani tuxedo. I
wore my platinum Rolex and Celtic-knot cuff

   links.  I had shaved carefully, splashed on my eucalyptus-tangerine
cologne, and was looking good.  I went to the ballroom

   and mingled with the guests.  Some younger stars were there, Mila Kunis,
Jenna Fisher, Kate Winslet, a few others,

   but for me the attraction was the older women.  Debbie Reynolds, Shirley
Jones, Barbara Eden, all impeccably gowned and

   coiffed.  Many other recognizable faces from television and movies
mingled, drank, ate and danced to the retro orchestra.

   I was standing at the bar talking to Kathy Gates, one of my previous
clients (the DVD I had recorded of us fucking

   was primo jack-off porn), when I noticed the co-star of one of my
favorite shows "Everyone Likes Ray-Ray", Delores

   Robertson.  "Ray-Ray" was the story of a features writer for a newspaper
in Staten Island, who lived across the

   street from his parents.  I had often admired the huge old-lady tits
that Delores carried around, all strapped-down

   and under control.  I sometimes wondered what they would look like wild
and free, flopping and slapping together as

   she got her flabby cunt slammed by a huge cock.  Obviously, I was very
interested.  She looked very regal, black

   long-sleeved rhinestone gown with deep cleavage, diamond drop earrings,
immaculately styled hair and make-up.

   I did some quick math in my head.  She must be about seventy-eight.  I
immediately set my priority for the eveningget to know Delores Robertson of
TV's "Everyone Likes Ray-Ray".



   I approached her, champagne cocktails in hand.  Old ladies always loved
champagne cocktails.  "Ms.  Robertson?", I

   inquired, checking out her flabby tits all bunched up and cantilevered
like a shelf.  "Yes?", she said in that

   familiar voice.  Her thin upper lipped was compensated by her lush lower
one, her dental work modern and appealing.

   Her deep hazel eyes flicked quickly across my person, lingering ever so
lightly on my eleven and a half inch

   crotch bulge.  Her hair was almost completely white, except for some ash
gray bangs and roots.  She had a slight

   wattle, kind of sexy really, and was about twenty pounds overweight,
with a substantial belly and thickly padded

   hips and ass.  "My name is Jefferson Whitney.  I just wanted to tell you
what a big fan I am." She smiled and offered

   me her hand, which I kissed as I bowed.  "Delighted to meet you, Mr. 
Whitney.  Always a pleasure to meet a real

   gentleman".  She gave me a knowing look, then rewarded me with a
dazzling smile.  Her huge white bosom was in

   constant motion, quivering like gelatin.  This old lady was very sexy
and smelled great.  "I just happened to

   have an extra drink, but no one to share it with", I said with a wry
smile.  "Would you care to join me?" I held

   out the drink, and she took it.  I offered her my arm, and she took that
too.  We strolled slowly through the grand

   ballroom and sipped our drinks.  "I really should be careful how many
drinks I have, Mr.  Whitney.  I have a

   tendency to get a little naughty when I've had too many", said Delores.
"If you'll call me Jeff, I promise to

   tell you when you're being naughty", I replied.  She laughed.  "I'll
call you Jeff if you'll call me Delores." she

   offered.  "It's a deal, Delores", I said with a grin.



   At this point, the orchestra started to play a slow dance, and I looked
at Delores questioningly.  I took her by

   the hand and led her out on the dance floor.  She was very short, her
head only came up to my chin, but we fit together

   nicely as we danced.  Her large breasts were smashed up against my ribs,
but all I could feel was the underwire and

   stiff material of her bra.  That must be very uncomfortable.  I wished
that I could somehow feel her tits for real,

   not all strapped down and confined.  All the thinking about her boobs
start to get my large cock hard.  I know that

   Delores must have felt it against her fat stomach, which made me even
harder.  I could feel pre-cum start to leak

   into my undershorts, and I knew that if possible, I must fuck
seventy-eight year old Delores Robertson.  I ran

   my hand up and down her back all the way to the top of her big old lady
ass.  She responded by moving in closer and

   grinding her tummy against my cock.  It was kind of dark on the dance
floor so I took a chance, tilting her face

   towards mine, leaning in and tasting her elderly lips.  She kissed me
chastely at first, but looked into my eyes and

   opened her mouth.  I tentatively stuck my tongue into her mouth, and was
met by her beefy pointed tongue, whorling

   around my lips and mouth.  As we frenched, she kept rubbing her flabby
tummy into my rock-hard dick, turning me on.

   We broke our kiss and looked around quickly.  The last thing she needed
was to have our photograph taken by the

   papparazzi while we were soul kissing and grinding.  She collected
herself, adjusting her gown, and patted her hair,

   although that was so laquered that I was doubtful that anything could
muss it.



   By now, the ball was breaking up, and I waited at the bar while Delores
went to the ladies room.  I savored her

   'Shalimar' on my tux, and her lipstick on my mouth as I waited for my
massive erection to subside.  In a few

   minutes, she came back to the bar looking refreshed and sexy as hell. 
With each stride her floppy bosom bounced

   around in the confinement of her cruel brassiere.  Her face was aglow,
and I don't think that it was makeup.  I

   was pretty sure this elderly, busty sexpot was horny for my thick, stiff
cock.  "Jeff", said Delores as she

   arrived at the bar and took my hand, "would you be so kind as to escort
me back to my hotel room?  My friend

   that I came with was suddenly called away, and now I'm on my own." "Of
course, Delores, I was just standing here

   trying to think of a way to spend more time with you tonight, and now
the opportunity has presented itself.  I

   would be delighted to see you home safely," I said, my voice husky with
desire.  She lowered her eyes, blushed and

   said "You, sir, are a gentleman, through and through." "I wouldn't be
too sure about that if I were you, Delores",

   I said, with a wink, "with just a little encouragement, I could be kind
of naughty." She laughed and her eyes

   began to sparkle with barely concealed lust.  "Shall we?", I said, and
offered her my arm.



   To my surprise, Delores had a giant Bentley waiting at the curb, a tall
Latino driver holding open the door.

   I looked around once again for papparazzi, saw none, and followed
Delores into the limousine.  As soon as we

   pulled away from the curb, the old lady immediately put her hand in my
lap and began to rub my engorged cock.

   I was a little taken aback, but soon recovered, taking her into my arms,
and placing my mouth on hers.  She

   kissed me with open lips, which I opened further with my insistent
tongue, finding hers, clashing in exquisite

   combat.  Delores put her arms around my neck, as I leaned in as we
continued our deep, wet kiss.  "Oh, Jeff",

   the seventy-eight year old vixen said, breaking our kiss and catching
her breath, "your cock is huge!  Is that

   for me?" "You know it is, Delores", I replied, and raised my hand and
began to caress her breasts.  They felt

   wonderful, all loose and flabby, but with that industrial-strength bra,
I could barely feel her nipples.  We

   resumed our frenching as I rubbed her back, then dropped my lips down to
nuzzle the fragrant, flaccid flesh of her

   downy neck.  "Oh, baby", she moaned, "that feels so good.  Kiss me
again, hard." Again I plastered my open mouth

   to her sweet hot lips, which parted immediately, giving me access to her
remarkably agile tongue.



   By this time, we had been driving for about fifteen minutes, and as I
looked out the heavily tinted window I

   realized that we were in Beverly Hills, at the Avalon Hotel.  As we
parked, the driver opened the rear

   door, and I got out first, then helped Delores.  The driver asked me if
I wanted him to wait, to take me back

   to Century City, but I said no, and palmed him a $100 bill.  He said,
"Good-night, Ms.  Robertson", touched

   the bill of his cap, and left.  We stood in front of the hotel, me
holding both of her hands, waiting for

   the next thing.  Delores had done all the work so far, getting me to her
hotel, so I decided to step

   up and throw a Hail Mary.  "Delores, you've probably noticed that I'm
pretty turned on right now.  I'd like to

   be invited to your suite", I ventured, not really knowing what reaction
I would get.  For a lady of Delores'

   generation, making out in a limo and fucking a much younger guy in your
hotel room are two different

   things.  Marginally different, sure, but different all the same.  As her
pretty eyes searched mine, I felt that

   I was having my soul gazed into.  She reached up, grasped my neck,
pulled my face down to hers for a light

   kiss and said, "I'm going to fuck you good and proper".  It was on.



   We held hands as we walked into the hotel, into the elevator, and up to
the eighth floor.  She handed me her

   keycard, and I opened the door to the luxurious suite.  I looked up and
down the corridor, saw no one, so I

   leaned the elderly woman against the wall, and smashed my mouth on hers.
She groaned briefly, put her arms

   around my neck, and opened her mouth.  Our tongues meshed delightfully,
her mouth so hot and wet, she was very

   lively and sexy.  We broke our kiss and she took my hand and led me into
her hotel suite.  We stopped just inside

   the door for another epic soul kiss.  This fat old lady was really
making me crazy, I could not stop kissing her

   sensuous mouth.  "Will you excuse me, Mr.  Whitney?  I'll be right
back." I kissed the palm of her hand as she

   left the room.  I took the opportunity to get a little more comfortable.
I removed a small bottle of Stoli from

   the mini-bar, opened and drank it in one swallow.  I removed my jacket,
tie and vest, and sat down to wait for my

   old lady lover.



   Momentarily she returned.  I had thought that she might have changed
into a negligee or something but she was

   still fully dressed.  She had freshened her make-up and her breath.  "I
just wanted to ask, Jeff.  Are you sure

   that you want to do this?  You can leave now and no hard feelings." In
answer, I took her into my arms, tilted

   her head slightly, bent down and tasted her lips.  She instantly opened
her hot mouth, her tasty spit filling mine.

   As she put her arms around my neck, I lowered my hands to her large
meaty ass, took a cheek in each hand and

   squeezed.  She gasped, and ground her fat tummy into my large stiff
cock. Our kissing intensified as I massaged

   her fleshy ass globes and swished my hips from side to side, rubbing my
cock to new heights.  We both pulled

   away, and I released her beautiful butt and raised my hand to the back
of her dress.  She met my eyes and

   nodded.  I found the zipper, and slowly dragged it down from the nape of
her neck.  As the gown's back split

   open, I rubbed the quivery flesh of her back, and felt her bra closure,
eight hooks.  I stepped back as Delores

   pulled the sleeves of her dress off, exposing her massive tits in her
equally massive bra.  She hooked her

   fingers in the dress, pulled it to the ground and kicked it away.  She
was glorious.  Her giant breasts were

   as white as milk, her brassiere as black as coal.  Her big belly was
encased in black granny panties (my favorite

   kind) and black pantyhose.  She had already removed her shoes, which
made her stand about 4'11".  Her heavy hips

   and fat, short legs were very sexy.  She started to unbutton my shirt,
caressing my toned, hairy chest with

   obvious delight.  I pulled my shirt off, then pulled her to me as we
frenched again, deeply and frantically.

   I broke our kiss, stepped back and pulled her pantyhose down to her
ankles.  She steadied herself on my shoulder

   as she pulled one, and then the other foot out and tossed the hose to
the ground.



   As we moved in for another kiss, I busied my hands on the EIGHT hooks of
her jumbo bra.  As I released the last

   hook, the straps flew apart.  Her breasts, inside her bra, dropped a
good eight inches, all the way to her chubby

   waist.  We separated as I grabbed the straps and pulled her bra down and
off, then stepped back for the view.

   Her tits were round and flabby, as white as cream, dimpled with age
spots and stretch marks.  It took me a while

   to process just how big they were.  The hung down to her waist like huge
chewy French breads, the rubbery nipples

   a beautiful purple-red, surrounded by pale areolas that deepened to
bright pink around her nubs.  I instantly dropped

   my head down to suck on her nipples, tasting the fragrant perspiration
on her distended nubs.  As I sucked her

   swollen nipples, Delores moaned and reached between us to fondle my
large cock through my pants.  I moved my

   wet lips and teeth back and forth, covering both nipples in spit and
tiny red teeth marks.  I eased her down onto

   the bed, helping her short, fat legs cover the distance, and resumed
feasting on her glorious nipples.



   I moved my face up to hers as my hands took over manipulating her beefy
nipples and heavy, yeasty breasts.  Again

   our open mouths met, her long athletic tongue leaking sweet saliva into
my willing mouth, our sensitive lips

   sending electric jolts up my cock.  I pulled away and stood up, as
Delores squeezed her own giant tits and flexed

   her stubby legs.  I pulled off my shoes and socks and proceeded to
unbutton my pants, pulling the zipper down

   slowly, performing a strip-tease for my elderly lover.  I dropped my
pants to the ground, yanking my trim-cut

   boxer shorts down as well, the waistband hooking on my massive cockhead,
causing it to smack my abdomen, leaving

   a wet spot of pre-cum on my skin.  Delores looked stunned, she couldn't
take her eyes off of my thick, veiny cock,

   the purplish head pulsing at the prospect of sticking into the old
lady's ancient cunt.  As I kicked off my slacks and

   shorts, prick wagging with my movements, I kissed the wet lips of the
seventy-eight year old fuck puppet, then

   hooked my fingers inside the elastic of her panties.  I pulled them off,
tossed them to the ground where they joined

   the rest of our clothes, and laid down on the bed beside the fat,
big-titted senior, now wearing nothing but a sheen

   of perspiration.  We stretched our body lengths together, her flabby
ivory tits smashed against my sweaty chest,

   my stiff cock pressing against her big belly, my leg between both of
hers to minimize the distance between us, our

   mouths glued together, our tongues clashing.

   I gently pulled my face away, and pushed Delores onto her back.  Her
large fat tits flopped down on either side of her

   torso, the red tender nipples stiff.  I took a moment to gaze at my sex
partner, her thick cunt lips, shaved Venus

   mound, the crease of her heavy tummy and deep navel, her freckled white
thighs rubbing together, covered with

   spider veins and cellulite.  Her chubby calves and petite pedicured feet
made my cock stiffen even more, as it anticipated

   its steamy baptism in the elderly lady's flowing fount.  I scooted down
on the bed, my face level with her aromatic

   pussy, her floppy cunt lips shiny with her abundant oils.  As I pushed
her pudgy knees apart, her elderly cunt opened

   like an oyster, still secreting her feminine juices.  I laid on my
stomach between her legs, pushed them apart to the limit,

   and ducked my head, tongue extended, down to her snatch.  I flattened my
fat, thick tongue and swiped it up her pussy,

   from fuck hole to giant clitoris.  Delores gasped, her skin covered in
goose flesh, her thick nipples swollen and sensitive,

   her big belly quivering with passion.  I began to eat her delicious
pussy furiously, licking, sucking and nibbling as

   her hot fluids spat onto my face.  As I stuck my tongue deep inside her
most private place, she cried "Uuuhhh!" loudly

   as her orgasm started to build.  I blew my hot breath on her clit,
causing her saggy flesh to tremble.  As I felt her leg

   muscles contract, I swirled my tongue around and around her free-flowing
cunt, alternating deep slurps with rapid

   flicks to her love button.  Suddenly my face was blasted with her fuck
candy, hot, sweet and sticky.  She began to moan,

   her hands clasping my head harder to her cunt, my tongue dragging the
length of her pussy as she climaxed, shaking her

   head from side to side, babbling, groaning and panting, every tendon in
her body tight.

   I got up on my knees, my face and neck covered with fragrant senior
bodily fluids, as she trembled and sighed, slowly

   coming down from the apex of her orgasm.  Her fat elderly body was
soaked in sweat and cunt juice, and she stretched

   luxuriantly, her arms over her head and her toes pointing downward. 
"Whew!", said the seventy-eight year old woman,

   "I have never had my pussy licked like that.  You are unbelievable."
"You haven't seen anything yet", I replied, as I spread

   her legs again and knelt between them, my long cock throbbing and moist
with accumulated pre-cum.  I pulled her short

   sexy body to me, positioning her flat on her back, and dipped my cock
head just inside her seeping cunt, gathering lube

   for my full penetration.  Delores pushed her groin towards mine, my
eleven and one-half inch penis sliding effortlessly

   into her fiery, oily cunt.  In seconds I was fully engulfed in her
red-hot old lady pussy, my balls flopping against her

   beefy ass, as I began my initial withdrawal.  I pulled my giant dick all
the way out, swiped the head up and down her

   liquidy cunt, and slammed it back home again, our crotches smacking
together with an audible slap.  Again and again

   I pumped my hard cock in and out of her sucking vortex, her copious
juices drenching me from chest to knees, her

   slimy, fat, sweaty body pasted to mine, as I dropped my full weight on
the fat senior fuck toy, only my hairy ass moving

   up and down, up and down.  As I felt my own orgasm begin, Delores
started to buck her hips against mine, grinding her

   bloated clitoris against my pelvis.  Simultaneously, we both began to
come, my thick cock fattening in her scalding cunt,

   my volcanic sperm exploding into the fat old woman.  My cock clenched
and blasted, my flow stuttering and spurting,

   as I heard my seventy-eight year old sex buddy screaming, her pussy
grabbing my cock in a death-grip, her sublime ejaculate

   hot and wet against my thighs.  Her groin cramped and spasmed around my
quivering crowbar as she thrashed her legs and

   shuddered from the intensity of her all-consuming climax.

   In the afterglow, I held her fat, sweaty body to mine, stroking her hair
and shushing her as she whimpered and moaned,

   trembling from her orgasm.  I got back up on my knees and removed my
flaccid log from her sticky cunt, a flood of

   tepid man snot oozing onto the bed, as her pussy opened and closed
rhythmically.  I was ready for more, but my elderly

   fuck partner seemed worn out from her huge orgasms.  Later, after she
was asleep, I dressed quietly in the dark, called

   a taxi on my cell phone, exited the plush hotel suite, and traveled home
to Laurel Canyon.

   I knew from experience that I should let Delores make the next move,
that I did not want to be thought of as wanting anything

   for our night of glorious sex, except for the sex itself.  I could have
reached her by e-mail, at the William Morris Agency, but

   did not want to bother her.  I fucked her because she was sexy, not for
money.  About a week later, I got a call on my cell that

   had me intrigued and curious.  I drove to Beverly Hills to meet Mr. 
George Clark of SoCal Motors, who had asked me to meet

   him at his dealership.  He was a nice guy, and after we chatted for a
while, he handed me a set of keys with a Mercedes-Benz

   key fob.  "What's this?" I said, puzzled.  "A very nice older lady, who
wishes to remain anonymous, purchased this car as a

   gift for you".  "What?", I said, as George pointed out the window to an
immaculate 1967 Mercedes convertible coupe, silver

   with dark blue leather and top.  "She asked me to give you this, Jeff",
said George as he handed me a note addressed to me.

   He stepped out of the room, and I shakily opened the note.  "Dear Jeff",
the note read, "I enjoyed our encounter more than words

   can say.  Perhaps this gift will help.  I can't see you again, as I am a
happily married woman, and seventy-eight years old to boot.

   But I will always remember our night together.  Love, Delores".



   The End