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 Respect Your Elders

   Harold was 80, the oldest elder in our church, Harold is also a mean old
man.  Maybe, it was too many years without his dead wife or he was just
lonely, but Harold was the crankiest & meanest old sob you ever will meet.
Harold was mean to everyone, it didn?t matter who you were or where you
were from.  But most of all he was the meanest to the teenage kids in the
youth group If you ever had a mean old guy on the block you lived on when
you were a kid then you know just how mean these old guys can get even when
would you just be walking by his house.  Well Harold never let a chance go
by without yelling some bible verse out at teenagers having fun in church,
just to wreck they fun or better yet their day.  Sunday Nights are youth
nights and being the pastor?s wife and the lead youth worker it was my job
after the youth service to cleanup the church after my husband?s busiest
day.  I would send him home and he would always be sleeping when I got home
from staying and making sure everything was ready for Monday morning.  One
Sunday night after the last service I was cleaning up as usual and the
teenage kids as usual are hanging around, like kids do.  As I walking into
the hall, there was cranky old Harold, that old dried prune beet red and he
is yelling at these 15 and 16-year-old boys and girls.  Well it just made
mad me, so mad that I decided I could not take it any more and that I was
going to have to talk to him.  Let me tell you though, no one tells him
anything.  In fact not one person in that church I know dares to say a
thing to Harold.  Every one is just plain afraid of him.

   But I had had it with this dried up old cock.  Mad, So I say to Harold
?they are just kids let them have their fun don?t you remember having fun
when you were young?  That old fart turns to me and says he never acted
like that when he was young & he completely brushed off my talking to him
and let me tell you brushing off Jennifer is a mistake.  It made me mad & I
am not sure what came over me but I decided then I was going to teach
Harold a lesson.  Ha, the Pastor?s Wife teaching that shriveled old pecker
a lesson that would be the day.  But I could watch that behavior from
Harold any more and my plan of action was set.  Harold being the head elder
meant he would always lock up Sunday and is the last to leave.  With the
last of the teenagers leaving.  I went back into hall to give Harold some
the yelling and helling he had been passing out just a half hour before.  I
could see Harold was surprised to see me coming at him, late at night in
the dark church.  I walked right up to Harold (something I don?t think
anyone in this church had ever done, not even my Husband.) I let Harold
have it!  All the things I had been thinking ?you old dried up prune?  &
you shriveled up prick?  Did that come out of my mouth?  I couldn?t even
believe I said that, But I was mad as I have ever been.  I continued on I
yell out; ?Harold your just plain old mean and you know Harold that if you
were nicer to the kids and every one else around here, maybe people would
be a lot nicer to you.  I don?t know what I expected from that old goat. 
Harold was not easy mind to change.  He came right back at me and said
something like ?No one has ever done anything nice for me and I don't need
anyone to be nicer to me and what could or would anyone do for me anyway.?
That did it.  I was so mad and now I could not even think anything more to
say!  Flustered, I don't know what came over me or why I did it.  I sure
didn?t plan it, I could never do that.  But before he could say anything
more without thinking I dropped right there too my knees, right in front of
his zipper and to Harold?s?  shock and I mean to my shock.  I unzipped his
pants, reached in pulled out and started sucking his cock.  Harold limp
little shriveled up 80-year-old cock.  Harold was shocked that I know.  I
didn't say a word and thought for sure he was having a heart attack right
there.  Because Harold was shaking as I sucked away on his limp cock.  With
Harold?s still limp cock in my mouth.  Then something came over me.  It
suddenly came to me that this was the first cock I had had in my mouth for
over three years and remembering how I used to love to suck cock, I knew
that it had been too long and I like it.  Even though Harold?s?  limp prick
was being licked and sucked.  I remember I loved to suck cock before I
married my sexless husband who thought sex as dirty.  In fact I had been
told many times I was a cocksmith.  Then I began to think that Harold, this
old fart hasn't had this cock sucked forever.  Or maybe ever!  And I can to
say it was turning me on, so kinky.  Harold 80 or was he 81 now standing in
the church hall with the 34 year old wife of the pastor on her knees
sucking Harold?s limp cock.  I started to get hot and wet I could feel my
clit starting to swell.  ?I was really getting wet?  So right there I made
it my goal to make him hard in my mouth.  I started to think about how I
missed cock.  Remembering how I used to get into sucking a hard cock. 
Slurping sucking, licking along the veins and nipping the skin of the head
of a hard mouth watering cock.  But know for sure it had even been longer
since Harold had had his pricked sucked.  Something was telling me by the
way he was standing there shaking as I sucked and slurped on his cock, he
most likely had never ever had a blowjob in his life and now my one goal
was that I was going to be sure he would remember Jennifer?s newly reborn
cocksmithing skill, even if it was the last thing Harold lived for.  And
maybe it was my passion as I suck that cock but he was starting to get hard
and big right there in my mouth, hmmmm.  You know as Harold?s cock got
harder and bigger I became even more insatiable for Cock, Harold?s Cock. 
As I felt Harold?s cock grow to a surprising size that filled my mouth and
made me even wetter considering that little shriveled thing I had started
sucking on.  All of a sudden Harold starting shaking.  Shaking, that old
cock let loose into the back of my throat, some surprisingly sweet tasting
cum (He surprised me how hard he came, cause I didn?t think he had it in
him) and a fair amount of it.  So much that I spilled some on my blouse. 
But I sucked it down making a loud pleasurable sound.  Then as quickly as I
kneeled in front of him I got up and said ?see people might even like you
if you would lighten up a bit?.  I walked straight out of the church got
into my car and it was only then I noticed that there was a large drop of
cum on my chin.  I used my finger to wipe it off and licked it off smiling
and thinking that old Harold might be an old shriveled prune but at lease
he wasn?t as limp prick any more.  And this 34 pastor?s wife had actually
cum while just sucking off that 81-year-old man.