Old Fucing

She has old, shrunken tits. Tits that in a former time had given life to babes. I don't mind them at all. Why should I?. I lap the nipple with my pink, young tongue. How did I get to be here on the floor with a 69 year old, the both of us in the nude?.

Every single one of us is a pornographer, and all of today's contemporary culture is pornographic, through and through. Just look at the many scantily clad near naked females singing their hearts out, with a cock chasing them through the foampools of the unbuttoned trouserfly. Both sexes are good at it. Taylor swift with her millions of followers adoring her dressed in the undress of everything is revealed, twittering for a hard cock. The horny car waiting to fuck a woman. And on it goes. The world we know is about cock and cunt.

I just had to say that, so we would all be on the same level.

I met her at a party at a friends house. She dressed like a hippie, and despite her age was highly attractive. At least to me she was. She had smokey-blue eyes and a mouth that was generous, and sensual. Her airy green blouse accentuated the black bra beneath, and the ankle length, wrap around thing that posed as a dress was tucked to one side, revealing her long legs each time she moved. Of course the pantheon of wooden beads flopping between her breasts clattered for attention. Soon we were talking about philosophy then quickly moved onto matters relating to sex. One thing led to another, and we were giving each other mouth to mouth kisses, and feeling each other up.

My serpent plant was trapped behind the trouserfly with her fingers feeling the snaky bulge, while my fingers lapped at the lait of her cunt. Her cunt I could tell was well haired, there was no mowing of the lawn. By now she knew I was naked down there like a young boy. It was time to get out of there, so we took our leave back to hers. The philosophy of sex had to be lived.

A bath is a private thing we do by ourself. We had stripped off all our clothes revealing our true selves. I was much younger in my thirties, with barely a wrinkle on my body. My cock stuck out like a teapot spout for the pouring. She had a belly wrinkled in the pelvis area, and a hairy cunt, but great thighs long, and still firm. Her tits hung down, shrunken like a half filled waterbottle, with excellent dark brown nipples nipping on the ends. We carefully placed our bodies in the hot water of the outside bath. We poured ourselves a red wine from the bottle and leaned back allowing the milky water to cover our bodies. My cock floated like a buoy as we talked on topics we both enjoyed.

My hand went in for a feel of her cunt. My fingers explored the inner shell. How many babies had passed through these lips. How many cocks had fucked her love tunnel. Frisky young things I am sure, and older cocks, daddy cocks, each one spewing its death spew over the walls. Then it was her turn to grab my cock. Her fingers squeaking up the shaft, the moonlight globing the head. We stood and poked our tongues together like cocks exploring. Nibbling and sucking on our firm delicacies. Sucking the saliva down our throats. My hardness poking into her belly. We toweled our bodies off, and headed inside to fuck, with joy in my cock, and her with joy in her cunt.

It was a sparse room, a mattress on the floor, one set of drawers, with a wooden chair, no alarm clock. We pressed our naked bodies together. I could feel bone with hardly any flesh. That is what happens when you get old. My body was firm, and muscled. My cock was hard, and sort of young. I was wellknit down there. I was made for fucking. Yin and Yang. Hard and soft. The Tao of fucking. There was still heaps of sugar in my sac. I ran my hand over her body, fingering every crevice. The heat between her ass cheeks, the bony rounds of her shoulders, her shrunken breasts, feeling the bones of her ribcage, running my fingers through the grey of her pubes. It was all sex. Every part of the body oozed sex. She felt up my nutty gizzards, feeling the length of my cue. I squeezed her buttocks, she ventured between my ass cheeks, a finger lingering on the sticky-back of my anus hole.

She twanged my erection, as my fingers fell into her sinewy cunt. She was strong down there, I could feel the tightening grab. My cock is jumping eager to get in, to feel the swallowing of cunt. I lean back and find the entrance of her cunt. My cock sniffs around taking in the musky perfume. She grabs my cock and pushes it between her cunt lips. Her legs twine around my waist as I push in. There is hardly any moisture. So I help her to lube her cunt. Off with the top of the KY-Jelly and a generous helping swaths my cock. It slips in like it was made for it, and gets into the mode of fucking. In and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, it glides on the lube. Her muscles tighten around my cock in its death dance, ejaculating its sea foam from my pump bulb inside her snatch, until it is a lather. My dew-silky, smoke plume has found a home. My cock hasn't collapsed yet, so I jig away for a few minutes more to satisfy her.

We embrace in a sexual kiss. Tongues down each other's throat. I turn her over on her belly, and smack her ass. My cock is done for so I grab her hairbrush, lube the wooden handle and insert it up her anus. She pushes back on the handle moaning her head off. I can see it all, her spread cheeks, the dark bruise of her hole with the handle buggering it. My cock rises with excitement, and I remove the brush handle and slip in my cock. I can go forever and continue to fuck her ass for about twenty minutes. Her ass hole is completely wrecked. It doesn't even close, and I can look in at the workings of her marvelous hole. I even take the time to insert my tongue into her hole, searching for the flavor of her insides.

We lie there on the mattress, two sexual beings well satisfied with our night of pleasure. I fuck her again in the morning, before I leave her lying in the fuck stained sheets.