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   Never Too Late: by Mars Bonfire (MF, oral, bbw, rom, senior)



   I knocked on the door of the room at the Sheraton in Milwaukee. 
Although it was almost three AM, I knew

   that my Aunt Amanda would still be awake, thinking about me.  We had
just parted from my car in the parking lot, where

   we had been drunkenly frenching and stroking in the back seat.  We had
been at my sister Gloria's wedding, both of us

   escortless, and gotten stinking drunk and rubbed crotches on the dance
floor.  At the table, Aunt Amanda surreptiously

   fondled my cock, hammering Dewar's and soda as if they were going to
stop making it.  I had fantasized about Aunt Amanda

   on and off, since she and my mother became best friends when I was
thirteen.  Although she was not officially my aunt,

   she had been more like family than any of my real aunts.  I had known
her for about forty years, and never gotten

   anywhere with her before tonight, although not from lack of trying.  I
jacked off every day to a vision of her when

   I was a teenager.  She was a looker, although not to everyone's taste.
Pale white skin, generous freckles across

   her nose and cheeks, bright red hair, big Irish ass, thick legs and
ankles, and of course, those God-given miracles

   of her tits.  Huge, at least a triple E cup, even when she was younger,
they looked soft and pliable, although the only

   time I had ever felt them was when I was fifteen, and she was taking a
nap at our house, and I caressed her jumbo

   tits, almost waking her up.



   Even now, in her seventies, Aunt Amanda was still very sexy, time and
gravity making her proud tits droop, her fallen

   ass, plump belly and her padded hips and thighs still quite appealing. I
was now in my fifties, still fairly young

   looking, divorced three times, and looking for sex in all the wrong
places.  But when I saw Aunt Amanda at Gloria's

   wedding, all of my old feelings for her came back.  The first night that
I saw her, at the rehearsal dinner, I had

   an immediate hard-on that made it difficult to function.  It may sound
odd, but I love old women (not OLDER women,

   OLD women).  I love their droopy tits, big asses, sex drives and
availability.  My friends might spend all night

   at a disco, buying drinks for twenty-somethings, chasing their tail,
getting nowhere.  Whereas, I could go to

   the Hi-Lo Lounge, on Court Street, or the Metropolitan, downtown on
24th, and go home every night with a

   sexy old lady, in their sixties or even seventies.  They were usually
easy to pick up, because they went to the

   bars hoping to get fucked.  Then my reputation began to get around, and
I had more senior fucks than I knew what

   to do with.  I mostly preferred big titties, large asses, grey or white
hair, and big, beautiful wet meaty

   cunts.  I had plowed literally dozens of these elderly women over the
years.  I even had a standing appointment

   with a voluptuous eighty-three year old black lady, JoAnne, at a local
nursing home.  We would lock the door, close

   the blinds, light candles and fuck.  I had to be somewhat careful, but
she was an energetic, lively fuck.  And

   now Aunt Amanda had definitely made my 'to do' list.



   By the night of Gloria's wedding, I had been flattering, courteous and
helpful to Aunt Amanda, copping a feel of

   her big ass or fat tits when I thought I could get away with it.  Then
we had our encounter on the dance floor

   and at the table.  We made out briefly in the elevator, her elderly
tongue thick and coarse, her meaty lips

   delicious, dripping with saliva.  Her dentures tasted fresh and clean.
We swabbed each others tongues for

   a while, got off the elevator and walked to her room.  I was hoping to
get invited in, but after plastering

   her thick senior body against mine and giving me a final closed-mouth,
although wet, kiss, she let herself into

   her room and said goodnight.  I was stunned, left in the hallway with my
eleven inch hard-on, and no one but my

   self to handle things.  I went to my car, just down the stairs, got
inside and mused.  After a few minutes,

   I decided to take matters into hand, so I walked up the stairs to
Amanda's room.



   I heard her walk heavily across the floor, pause as she looked through
the peephole, then she slid the chain

   and opened the door.  She was wearing only the black slacks from her
pantsuit, knee-highs and a black bra.  She

   had a pillow in front of her chest, modestly hiding her tits.  "What is
it, Henry?" she said.  "Is everything

   all right?" Her protruding dentures gave her a little lisp, which I
found sexy as hell.  "I realized that I

   wanted one more kiss before we say goodnight", I replied.  "Oh, Henry, I
don't know.  I'm flattered that you

   are sexually attracted to me, and obviously I am to you as well, but
your mother and I are so close, and I've

   known you since you were a boy, and it's been so long since I kissed
anybody, I guess I feel some anxiety

   that I would disappoint you.  I'm seventy-nine years old, and my face
and body have seen better days.  I

   haven't had sex in fifteen years.  Do you understand?" said Amanda,
sincerely, still holding the pillow over

   her bra.  "Look, Amanda.  I love you like family, but we're both
grown-ups here.  With all due respect to my mother,

   our sex lives are none of her business.  And I like your face and your
body.  Didn't you feel how hard you

   made me?  My cock is hard because I want to make love to you.  I'll be
gentle and giving, and I promise you

   that you will enjoy it if you just let yourself go.  I'll be tender and
soft, just give me a chance." She was quiet,

   her pretty green eyes searching mine.  She looked pensive, then lustful,
and said "Can we start with a kiss?"



   I pulled her to me, removing the pillow, and took her in my arms.  The
feel of her naked back was so sexy I

   thought my cock would burst.  Her large, billowy tits bunched up on my
chest, the slack, freckled skin crinkling

   in a delightful way.  She draped her arms around my neck, tilted her
head, closed her eyes and slightly opened

   her mouth.  I wasted no time, adhering my open wet mouth with hers, my
tongue extended for her to suck on.  As

   we frenched, I rubbed her back and arms, pulled back slightly, stroked
her hair and whispered "I love you,

   Amanda".  "I love you, too, Henry.  Please make love to me.  But be
gentle, darling." I pulled her arms down from my neck,

   and feasted my eyes on her amazing tits.  Hanging low in a black lace
brassiere, they were dusted with moles,

   freckles and faint stretch marks.  I put my face in her cleavage, rubbed
my cheeks back and forth on the tops of

   her breasts, and inhaled deeply.  She smelled like old saggy flesh,
cellulite and Arpege.  I raised up, and removed my

   tie, shirt and t-shirt.  She turned around and I nuzzled her neck and
shoulders with my moist lips, took her big,

   flaccid breasts in my hands and squeezed.  I rubbed my erect
eleven-incher against the top of her soft, fleshy ass.  I

   dropped my hands from her tits and stroked the ruined flesh of her
elderly tummy.  I pulled back a little and began

   to undo the six hooks of her giant bra.  The bra came open and I eased
the straps off of her freckled shoulders.

   She turned to face me, shrugged her shoulders and her bra fell to the
ground.  I was stunned by her tits.  Long

   and full, pure white and capped with nipples the size and color of
nearly-ripe raspberries.  Her pale pink areolas

   faded into the whiteness of her tits.  The deep cleavage was
scatter-shot with freckles and age spots.  I was truly

   afraid that my big dick was going to burst through my pants.  I had made
it- I was in titty heaven, after all

   these years.  Her breasts wobbled and shimmied with every move she made,
always in motion, like Jell-o.



   I pulled Amanda to me for the latest in an ongoing series of soul
kisses, our naked flesh finally meeting.  At least

   part of my favorite jack-off fantasy was already coming true, as I felt
her tender nipples abraded by my hairy

   chest, expanding as they rubbed.  Aunt Amanda clutched the back of my
head as we frenched and ran her fingers through

   my hair.  I pulled her closer, my arms across her back, hands clutching
her nude shoulders, and our kiss escalated

   as we both knew what was to come.  We pulled apart, looking deeply into
each other's eyes, and I took her hand

   and led her to her destiny- the bedroom.  As we stood by the bed, we
joined mouths for another kiss and I ran my

   hands down her naked, moley back to rest on her droopy, womanly ass.  I
clutched her big butt and squeezed, rotating

   my wrists as I deeply massaged her elderly bottom.  She pulled her mouth
from mine and gasped, obviously turned

   on.  I felt her nipples become more distended as they burned into my
lower chest.  "I want to show you something",

   I whispered.  She sat on the side of the bed, her jumbo breasts falling
to her knees and watched as I slowly

   removed my slacks.  I undid my belt and fly, and dropped the pants to my
ankles.  I wore plain light blue cotton

   boxers, and the bulge of my fat ten inches throbbed through the thin
material.  I looked at Amanda's face and saw

   raw lust and naked desire as she stared at my crotch and licked her
lips. I quickly removed my socks, then

   without ceremony yanked my boxers to my ankles, exposing my stout, veiny
cock, its hot pink spongy head covered

   in pre-cum, which continued to leak steadily from the fleshy rod.



   She looked at me, unsure, and I picked up her hand and placed it on my
pulsating cock.  I groaned loudly as I

   finally felt my all-time jack-off fantasy girl handling my most intimate
part.  I don't know if my readers

   get this: a woman that you have literally masturbated to your entire
life, now has your lurching, tumescent

   dick in her freckled hands.  Unreal.  My pre-cum continued unabated, and
I forced myself to calm down, using

   bio-feedback techniques that I learned when I was in the CIA.  I slowed
my heartrate to normal, reminding myself

   that I had told my elderly aunt that I would be gentle, but here I was
ready to tear her ass up.  Meanwhile, Amanda

   manipulated my cock, fascinated, pulling it and examining it from every
angle, cupping my balls in her palms.

   I gently removed her hands, sat down on the bed beside her and kissed
her again, our tongues old friends renewing

   their acquaintance.  I eased the old woman onto her back on the
king-sized bed, and started to unzip the side

   zipper of her slacks.  She froze for a moment, her hand covering mine,
looked in my eyes again for reassurance,

   then relaxed, her breath quickening.  I unzipped the trousers, then
stood up, my eleven-incher slapping loudly

   against my belly, making Aunt Amanda salivate like Pavlov's dog.  I
pulled up her pant legs, removed her sheer

   black knee-highs, then massaged her calves and feet, causing her to sigh
audibly.  "Lift up your sweet ass,

   lover", I said as I pulled down her slacks and panties as a unit.  She
then lowered her butt to the bed as I pulled

   her pants and undies over her ankles and onto the floor, mingling with
my discarded clothes, like a preview of

   what was to come.



   At long last I got a chance to see her cunt.  I was not disappointed. 
Her lips and pubic mound were hairless,

   as naked as a three year old.  Amanda's inner thighs were damp where her
juices had flowed freely.  As she

   laid on her back, her thick pale legs parted and her pussy hole became
visible past the fleshy curtain of

   her prodigious outer labia.  Her pussy was a delicate shade of coral
pink, so juicy and delectable, I wanted

   to lap up her senior moisture with my long tongue and flick her large
exposed clitoris.  But I demurred,

   wanting to enhance her desire.  I helped her turn over on her stomach,
and I saw her sexy flabby back, the dimples

   at the top of her feminine ass, all of the skin loose and flaccid,
covered in wrinkles and freckles.  I reached

   into the nightstand, found some lotion, squeezed it into my hands and
rubbed them together, then proceeded to

   give my seventy-nine year old aunt a full body massage.  As my fingers
and palms kneaded her elderly skin, Aunt

   Amanda moaned long and low, ending in a sigh.  I moved down her
shoulders to her back, rubbed her lumbar area

   and began to massage her beautiful senior ass.  I spread her legs apart,
her juicy cunt wide open from this

   angle and rubbed the lotion into her thighs, including some detours to
briefly run my hand through her dripping

   wet snatch.  By now, Aunt Amanda was practically purring, a satisfied
noise deep in her throat, all inhibitions

   gone.  I flipped her over, her giant white breasts flopping low then
pancaking on her chest, and straddled

   her thighs, my large cock skimming over the top of her wet pussy, making
her suck in her breath.  I leaned down,

   grabbed her huge tits, smashing them together.  I sucked her stiff
nipples, her tits so pliable I was able to

   suck both nipples at once.  As I ran my incisors over her iron hard
nubs, she began to heat up, smelling

   like tart pussy juice mixed with the scent of her old lady cologne.



   Amanda broke out into a cold sweat as I continued my assault on her
gumdrop nipples.  Her goose pimples spread

   across her body, starting at her lovely senior cunt and her nipples
stiffened to a degree that I would not

   have thought possible, nearly filling my mouth.  My Aunt Amanda was
really turned on now, comfortable with

   our nudity, ready to let it all hang out.  As I sucked her nipples, she
reached between us for my large cock,

   and began to stroke it, my pre-cum wetting her hand.  My dick was very
sensitive, I wasn't ready to blow

   yet, so I kissed her sexy old mouth briefly, then kissed, nibbled,
sucked and nuzzled my way down her belly

   and mons.  I pushed her fat legs apart, stretched out on the bed on my
stomach and dropped my face to her

   flabby pussy.  Amanda was breathing hard, concentrating on the pleasure
that my lips and tongue were delivering.

   Her cunt smelled great, like soap and sweaty pussy lips.  I dove in, my
fleshy tongue slurping up her

   plentiful senior cunt juice, darting in and out between her lips and
over her large clit, causing her to

   thrust her elderly pussy in my face.  My aunt groaned, long and low, as
I worked over her pink fuckhole,

   bringing her to the brink of orgasm.  As I felt her big, saggy belly
flex, I stuck my entire long tongue

   as far into her cunt as it would go, dragging it across her clit as I
pulled it out.  Her nipples stiffened,

   her cunt clamped down on my tongue as she let herself go, drenching my
face with her old lady fuck juice

   as she climaxed hard, grabbing the back of my head as I flapped my lips
and rubbed them back and forth against

   her hairless cunt.  "Oh, Henry, I feel incredible", sighed Aunt Amanda
as her cunt twitched and clenched, still

   flowing with her seventy-nine year old fluids.



   Aunt Amanda was shuddering, her skin shivering at my touch.  I rested
for about a minute, then just as she was

   coming down from her orgasm, I began again.  I swirled my tongue around
her fragrant opening, her fuck honey

   flowing like wine.  Her flabby calves came to rest on my shoulders as I
dipped my head towards her incredibly

   pink senior cunt.  I flattened my large wet tongue and rapidly ran it up
and down her pussy, from clit to

   vaginal opening, flicking her clitoris with my tongue on every
downstroke.  Amanda clamped her hands on the

   back of my head, her thighs flexing with her imminent climax.  I pursed
my lips and gave her fleshy, slightly

   musty smelling pussy the motorboat, humming as I shook my head from side
to side, flapping my lips.  She

   groaned and whimpered as I stiffened the length of my agile tongue and
proceeded to fuck her oily cunthole,

   rocking my head back and forth as her hips hunched my face.  She paused,
as if time and space were suspended,

   then moaned loudly, "Ahhhhhh!" as her climax commenced.  I pushed my
face into her pussy, hard, and she

   erupted sweet smelling senior lady-come into my face and mouth,
splattering all the way onto my forehead

   and neck.  Her discharge was steamy, sticky and abundant.  Aunt Amanda
was a mess, soaked in sweat and the

   cunt juice that flowed from her flabby, thick-lipped clam.  I laid
between her legs, watching her lovely

   coral pink pussy pulse and pucker, shiny from her intense orgasm.



   I pushed myself up the bed, held Amanda to me as she came down from her
orgasmic high.  I stroked her hair and

   said, "Shh, shh, my love." She curled up against me, heartrate high,
sweating and quivering.  The air in the

   room was pungent with the scent of her cunt juice and our combined
perspiration.  I held her fat old body close.

   She looked up, plastered her wet, open mouth to mine, and soon our
tongues resumed their rhythmic paso doble.

   Her freckled face, nipples and pussy were flushed with her orgasmic glow
and her palpable lust.  I separated

   our mouths and moved her over on her back, her meaty thighs and thick
calves and ankles naturally falling

   spread apart, exposing her sweaty plump cunt.  I pushed her knees
further apart, knelt between her legs, eleveninch cock in hand, red,
rock-hard and twitching.  I held her labia apart with my hand as I guided
my fat

   cockhead into her glistening pink fuck hole.  I was instantly immersed
in a feminine furnace, her liquidy cunt

   squishing around my dick.  Her pussy honey continued to seep as I sank
my thickness into her snatch, which

   felt like lava-hot vaseline.  More and more of my eleven-incher slid
into her fat-lipped cunt, which throbbed

   around my log.  In moments, I was all the way in, her seventy-nine year
old pussy surprisingly snug.  Her

   juices soaked my groin as I drew my long cock out of her cunt all the
way to the head, paused, and swiftly

   rammed it in and out, rapidly, my hips a blur.  All of my concentration
was centered on the sensation of my

   jumbo cock surging up my elderly lover's fat, fleshy cunt.  I pulled my
bone from her sucking pussy and

   slapped her lips and clitoris with the flaming red, greasy dickhead. 
"Put it back, Henry, please, put it back",

   whispered Amanda, whimpering and begging for more cock.  I gave it to
her, all of it in one push, then held it in for

   several long moments, while her dripping cunt flared around my stiff
rod, then I began to rotate my hips, clockwise,

   my pubic bone grinding on her inflamed, quivering clitoris.  The old
woman responded with a loud groan, and an

   abundance of fiery female ejaculate.  Simultaneously, my dick exploded
in her wet pussy, spitting thick globs

   of scalding sperm, clenching and spurting, over and over as Aunt Amanda
squeezed her legs together, clamping her

   cunt down on my cock.  Still the elderly sexpot flowed, the acidic odor
of her juices seeping into my pores.



   I lay on top of the fat old lady for several moments, trying to catch my
breath.  The air-conditioning in the

   plush hotel suite dried my aunt's juices into a sticky mess on my
stomach.  I got up on my elbows, and eased

   my hard-working dick from the swamp between Amanda's legs with a loud
slurping noise.  Aunt Amanda laid beside

   me as I rolled over onto my back.  She was curled up against my side,
sated and content, virtually meowing.

   As I gained my equilibrium, I leaned over and whispered in my aunt's ear
"You are incredible.  That was some

   good fucking." "Henry, I've never been fucked like that.  I can't wait
till next time," breathed Amanda.  "What if the

   next time is right now?" I said as my cock started to crawl up my leg.
"Anything you say, Henry".  And so it

   began again- but I'll save that story for another time.



   The End