I moved into the house at Cherry Lane shortly after my father passed away. I hadn't seen the old man in years but I was his only offspring and he'd left the place to me. Being that I would soon be attending classes at the nearby college it seemed like the natural thing to do.
I didn't know any of the neighbors very well. They all seemed older. Grandparents for the most part. Most of them seemed to have been on good terms with my father, which I found surprising since he had been such a colossal prick in my youth (the reason mom had left him). I guess he had mellowed out in his later years. I was welcomed with open arms by one and all. Everyone called me "sport" and "kiddo" and "son" and "junior". I suffered it with good humor. They were pretty cool older folks.
The house itself had needed plenty of TLC when I arrived. The debilitating illness that had slowly claimed my father's life hadn't allowed him to clean up after himself or do everyday household chores. He had hired an In Home Service Provider, but she obviously hadn't done much more than collect her check every week. It wasn't a problem. I had the place looking great in no time.
Some of my neighbors took notice and threw some extra cash my way in the form of doing yard work and basic DIY home repairs. I was handy that way. After splitting from my father, mom had started dating a jack of all trades. And he had taught me everything he knew. Carpentry, electrical, plumbing, roofing, automotive, you name it.
The local contractors hated me. I was costing them jobs and money. But my neighbors adored me. Especially the horny older broads that had an itch for hot young meat. Before too long I was banging more granny pussy than I could keep track of. And before you say "ew" or "gross", let me tell you something - those older babes can show young chicks a thing or two.
Now when I say granny your probably thinking white hair, wrinkles, false teeth and a walker. Wrong. This is 2012 my friend. Older folks are taking really good care of themselves nowadays. A lot of the chicks on Cherry Lane were into Zumba, Pilates, Yoga, you name it. Some of them were hot. Smokin hot. I'm talking Helen Mirren hot.
Some of them were widows but not all. In one case the old man had a fetish for being cuckold and he paid through the nose to watch me wreck his wife every weekend.
I think one of my favorites is Kim Jones. She's such a complete fucking slut. I love it. To the outside world she's an apple cheeked slightly overweight two time divorcee in her 50s who lives alone (unless you count her cats) in a cozy little gingerbread style house. She volunteers for everything imaginable, ladles soup at the local homeless shelter and teaches Sunday school. But get her behind closed doors and you'll see the devil come out of Miss Jones.
"Rougher," she groans. "Make me hurt."
I grab her hips and pound away faster, harder, my cock sliding in and out of her tight asshole. She thrusts back in rhythm with me, grunting loudly each time we come together.
"Call me a whore," she hisses. "Tell me what a whore I am!"
"You like it in the ass don't you whore," I smile. "Your such a fucking low life gutter slut. I bet you'd get off if I invited some friends over and we pulled a train on you, wouldn't you bitch?"
"Oh gawd yessss," she moans and I feel her orgasm.
I slap her ass hard with one hand. The crack resounds through the bedroom, she squeals in delight. By now her pale butt cheeks have grown an angry red from all the abuse she's asked me to heap on them....
And then there's Missus Keane. She's an odd old duck. But I don't judge people's fetishes. Especially when I benefit from them in the form of the occasional free meal and the best blowjobs I've ever had.
Keane is sixty but she looks twenty years younger. Brunette with big hazel eyes, a sensual mouth and a terrific set of tits she has a passion for role play. Her favorite is the "raped by a burglar" scenario.
The bedroom window quietly slides open and the masked intruder stealthily enters the house. It's the middle of the night and the entire neighborhood is sleeping. He sees her lying in bed, her even shallow breathing indicates sleep. He shuts the window and moves toward the bed.
In one rapid movement he pounces on her, his hand covering her mouth. He warns her not to make a sound and inquires if she is alone. She nods yes. Satisfied she's telling the truth he binds her hands behind her back and her ankles with zip ties and then rummages through the drawers making a mess.
Finding little in the way of expensive jewelry or cash, he decides the only way to make this caper profitable is to have a little fun with the bitch on the bed.
He informs her that she is going to be raped. She begs him not to do it. He warns her not to test his patience and gives her a solid smack across the face to show her he means business. She settles down and promises to do whatever he says just so long as he doesn't hurt her.
Unzipping his fly the masked intruder pulls his semi-flaccid cock out and rubs the head against the woman's lips. She makes a disgusted face and refuses to open her mouth. He raises an open hand menacingly, and she complies. His member slides easily into the warm moist interior of her mouth. As her tongue swirls around his penis, it grows rigid.
"Suck it," he growls. She does, her head bobbing rhythmically. He grins and sighs. Before the night is over he'll fuck her in every hole and finish by cumming on her upturned face, before unbinding her and exiting the house with a warning not to call the police.... or else.
Ok now, I don't want you to get the impression that all of the sex I'm having on Cherry Lane is kind of freaky. It isn't. A lot of it is just plain old missionary position in a bed or on the couch. Just me and an old bird that wants to feel young and beautiful and desirable again for a few minutes. Nothing wrong with that. I can understand it. But it's the freaky stuff you remember. And the freakiest is my BDSM bunny, Frau Elke.
Elke Schneider is the proprietor of a local boutique that specializes in European avant garde arts and home decor. A former athlete in East Germany, she is tall and physically fit. Her blonde hair slowly fading to platinum. Her eyes blue steel.
She has a torture chamber in her basement.
"Mein lieber Junge," she purrs walking behind me in her leather corset, thigh high stiletto heel boots and spiked bondage mask. "Your mistress is displeased."
"Why Mistress?," I ask foolishly.
She lashes out with the cat o nine tails in her right hand. It rakes me back, I wince. "Sie haben keine Berechtigung zu sprechen!"
Tonight she has me bound at the wrists and tied to some medieval looking device bolted to the roof. I'm not dangling though, my feet are on the ground. I'm nude except for the leather slaves mask I'm wearing. Until a moment ago the mouth slit was zippered shut. One more peep out of me and she'll seal it again, no doubt.
"There's only one fitting punishment for you," she tells me, walking around to my front. "You will pleasure your mistress until she grows sick of your presence."
She suddenly brings down her whip across my penis, I groan. What follows is more than an hour of pussy eating and rim jobbing and a lot of biting, scratching, slapping and use of her cat o nine tails. It doesn't bother me. She never goes overboard and to be honest it kind of gets me off.
This is my life at the moment and I'm enjoying every bit of it. So you young guys, don't blow off older people just because you think there lame. My life is proof they can be pretty fucking awesome.
I didn't know any of the neighbors very well. They all seemed older. Grandparents for the most part. Most of them seemed to have been on good terms with my father, which I found surprising since he had been such a colossal prick in my youth (the reason mom had left him). I guess he had mellowed out in his later years. I was welcomed with open arms by one and all. Everyone called me "sport" and "kiddo" and "son" and "junior". I suffered it with good humor. They were pretty cool older folks.
The house itself had needed plenty of TLC when I arrived. The debilitating illness that had slowly claimed my father's life hadn't allowed him to clean up after himself or do everyday household chores. He had hired an In Home Service Provider, but she obviously hadn't done much more than collect her check every week. It wasn't a problem. I had the place looking great in no time.
Some of my neighbors took notice and threw some extra cash my way in the form of doing yard work and basic DIY home repairs. I was handy that way. After splitting from my father, mom had started dating a jack of all trades. And he had taught me everything he knew. Carpentry, electrical, plumbing, roofing, automotive, you name it.
The local contractors hated me. I was costing them jobs and money. But my neighbors adored me. Especially the horny older broads that had an itch for hot young meat. Before too long I was banging more granny pussy than I could keep track of. And before you say "ew" or "gross", let me tell you something - those older babes can show young chicks a thing or two.
Now when I say granny your probably thinking white hair, wrinkles, false teeth and a walker. Wrong. This is 2012 my friend. Older folks are taking really good care of themselves nowadays. A lot of the chicks on Cherry Lane were into Zumba, Pilates, Yoga, you name it. Some of them were hot. Smokin hot. I'm talking Helen Mirren hot.
Some of them were widows but not all. In one case the old man had a fetish for being cuckold and he paid through the nose to watch me wreck his wife every weekend.
I think one of my favorites is Kim Jones. She's such a complete fucking slut. I love it. To the outside world she's an apple cheeked slightly overweight two time divorcee in her 50s who lives alone (unless you count her cats) in a cozy little gingerbread style house. She volunteers for everything imaginable, ladles soup at the local homeless shelter and teaches Sunday school. But get her behind closed doors and you'll see the devil come out of Miss Jones.
"Rougher," she groans. "Make me hurt."
I grab her hips and pound away faster, harder, my cock sliding in and out of her tight asshole. She thrusts back in rhythm with me, grunting loudly each time we come together.
"Call me a whore," she hisses. "Tell me what a whore I am!"
"You like it in the ass don't you whore," I smile. "Your such a fucking low life gutter slut. I bet you'd get off if I invited some friends over and we pulled a train on you, wouldn't you bitch?"
"Oh gawd yessss," she moans and I feel her orgasm.
I slap her ass hard with one hand. The crack resounds through the bedroom, she squeals in delight. By now her pale butt cheeks have grown an angry red from all the abuse she's asked me to heap on them....
And then there's Missus Keane. She's an odd old duck. But I don't judge people's fetishes. Especially when I benefit from them in the form of the occasional free meal and the best blowjobs I've ever had.
Keane is sixty but she looks twenty years younger. Brunette with big hazel eyes, a sensual mouth and a terrific set of tits she has a passion for role play. Her favorite is the "raped by a burglar" scenario.
The bedroom window quietly slides open and the masked intruder stealthily enters the house. It's the middle of the night and the entire neighborhood is sleeping. He sees her lying in bed, her even shallow breathing indicates sleep. He shuts the window and moves toward the bed.
In one rapid movement he pounces on her, his hand covering her mouth. He warns her not to make a sound and inquires if she is alone. She nods yes. Satisfied she's telling the truth he binds her hands behind her back and her ankles with zip ties and then rummages through the drawers making a mess.
Finding little in the way of expensive jewelry or cash, he decides the only way to make this caper profitable is to have a little fun with the bitch on the bed.
He informs her that she is going to be raped. She begs him not to do it. He warns her not to test his patience and gives her a solid smack across the face to show her he means business. She settles down and promises to do whatever he says just so long as he doesn't hurt her.
Unzipping his fly the masked intruder pulls his semi-flaccid cock out and rubs the head against the woman's lips. She makes a disgusted face and refuses to open her mouth. He raises an open hand menacingly, and she complies. His member slides easily into the warm moist interior of her mouth. As her tongue swirls around his penis, it grows rigid.
"Suck it," he growls. She does, her head bobbing rhythmically. He grins and sighs. Before the night is over he'll fuck her in every hole and finish by cumming on her upturned face, before unbinding her and exiting the house with a warning not to call the police.... or else.
Ok now, I don't want you to get the impression that all of the sex I'm having on Cherry Lane is kind of freaky. It isn't. A lot of it is just plain old missionary position in a bed or on the couch. Just me and an old bird that wants to feel young and beautiful and desirable again for a few minutes. Nothing wrong with that. I can understand it. But it's the freaky stuff you remember. And the freakiest is my BDSM bunny, Frau Elke.
Elke Schneider is the proprietor of a local boutique that specializes in European avant garde arts and home decor. A former athlete in East Germany, she is tall and physically fit. Her blonde hair slowly fading to platinum. Her eyes blue steel.
She has a torture chamber in her basement.
"Mein lieber Junge," she purrs walking behind me in her leather corset, thigh high stiletto heel boots and spiked bondage mask. "Your mistress is displeased."
"Why Mistress?," I ask foolishly.
She lashes out with the cat o nine tails in her right hand. It rakes me back, I wince. "Sie haben keine Berechtigung zu sprechen!"
Tonight she has me bound at the wrists and tied to some medieval looking device bolted to the roof. I'm not dangling though, my feet are on the ground. I'm nude except for the leather slaves mask I'm wearing. Until a moment ago the mouth slit was zippered shut. One more peep out of me and she'll seal it again, no doubt.
"There's only one fitting punishment for you," she tells me, walking around to my front. "You will pleasure your mistress until she grows sick of your presence."
She suddenly brings down her whip across my penis, I groan. What follows is more than an hour of pussy eating and rim jobbing and a lot of biting, scratching, slapping and use of her cat o nine tails. It doesn't bother me. She never goes overboard and to be honest it kind of gets me off.
This is my life at the moment and I'm enjoying every bit of it. So you young guys, don't blow off older people just because you think there lame. My life is proof they can be pretty fucking awesome.
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