He nodded and stood up. He walked towards his bedroom. I followed him. He turned around and asked me to close the door behind me.
I closed the door and waited. He opened his closet and took out a box from inside. He handed it to me. I opened it and saw several video cassettes.
He sat on his bed and started playing one of the tapes. It was titled The Prom Night’. I was watching it with rapt attention. Mr Snyder was wearing only his shorts and shirt. A young girl was sucking his cock. The girl was in her mid-teens. She was kneeling on the floor and the old man was standing above him, stroking his cock. The girl looked up at the old man and moaned in pleasure. The old man knelt down and pushed the girl’s head onto his cock. The girl started sucking the old man’s cock. She licked and sucked his balls. He held her hair and pulled her face closer to his cock. The girl was moaning continuously now. Her tongue was moving all over his cock. The old man was grunting and groaning. Suddenly he grabbed the girl’s head and pushed his cock into her mouth. She gagged. The old man was laughing. He removed his cock from her mouth and slapped her on her cheek. The old man pushed her down on the ground. He got on top of her and started fucking her.
From the corner of my eyes I looked at Mr Snyder. He was breathing heavily, and his face was red. The sweat on his forehead glistened in the light from the window. His lips were moving slightly as he whispered something to himself.
I was sitting a few feet away from him. Slowly I opened two buttons of my blouse and began to moan softly. My breasts came into view and Mr Snyder’s eyes widened. I knew that if I didn’t stop soon he would come over and try to do something about it. I closed my eyes again and continued to move back and forth across the couch, letting out soft little moans.
After a few minutes, I felt his hand gently brush against my cheeks. It was warm and moist. He reached down and grabbed one of my nipples through my bra. “Mmmm,” I said, as he started to twist it around.
“You’re such a tease,” he said, panting.
He leaned forward and opened the remaining buttons of my blouse. My breasts were freely hanging in the air. He sucked my nipple between his lips. I groaned loudly. He licked up and down, flicking his tongue over it, then moved onto the other breast. I groaned again, louder this time. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter.
Mr Snyder released my breast with a pop and stood up. He pulled me off the couch and pushed me against the wall. He put his hands on my hips and lifted them up. He bent his head down and took my left nipple into his mouth. I groaned again. His right hand slid down my stomach and grabbed my ass. He squeezed hard. I gasped for breath.
“Oh God!” I cried. “Please don’t! Not there!”
He ignored me. His mouth was sucking on my nipple now. I felt my legs weaken. I tried to pull them together but he kept pulling me apart. I couldn’t help myself; I started to grind my pussy against his leg. I whimpered. He stopped sucking and let go of my nipple. Then he grabbed my hair and forced my head back.
“You like that?” he asked. “You want more? You like being teased?”
“No!” I screamed. “Please! Stop!”
But he wouldn’t stop. He pulled my hair harder and pushed his cock against my ass. I cried out and grabbed his shoulders. He laughed and shoved me down to the floor. He got on top of me and held my arms above my head. He reached behind him and unzipped his pants. I heard the sound of metal hitting wood. He pushed the zipper all the way down and pulled his dick out. It was huge. It was bigger than mine. He slapped it against my cheek.
At 65, his cock was still soft and a little plump. His skin was smooth as silk, with just a hint of the lines that would come in time, but he had no intention of aging gracefully. He wanted to be young forever, and if that meant a youthful body, then so be it.
He looked up at me, my face lit by the firelight. I smiled back at him, and he saw something new there. The smile came from the heart, not just because he was pleased that I’d taken his cock into my mouth.
“You’re very good,” he said. “I’ve never been sucked like this before.”
“Do you want more?” I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.
“Oh yes,” he breathed. “I do.”
I pulled off his pants, and let them fall to the floor. His underwear followed, and I took his cock in my hand again. It was warm, and hard, and I could feel its pulse against my palm. I licked it slowly, running my tongue over the head, and feeling the heat radiating from it. Then I opened my mouth wide and took him inside me.
It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, sucking gently on his shaft as I moved up and down. He moaned softly, and I thought I heard him whisper, “Fuck me, honey.”
But I didn’t want to fuck him. Not yet. I wanted to make love to him, to explore his body, to learn everything about him. So I slid up until only the tip of his cock was inside me, and then backed away, letting him watch me.
I began to suck his cock, slowly at first. I could feel the heat of it through my thin blouse as I took him into my mouth. My hands slid up and down his thighs, feeling the firm muscles under the skin. His eyes were closed; he was breathing hard, grunting now and then.
“Oh, God,” he said softly, “that’s good.”
I looked up at him from between his legs. He had one hand on the back of my head, holding me there, while with the other he gently stroked the side of my face. He kissed me lightly, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
He pulled away a little, and I saw that his cock was covered with a sheen of sweat. It was still hard as iron, and it glistened in the sunlight.
“Suck me,” he said. “Just like that.”
My mouth went around him again, and he put both hands on the back of my head, pushing me down onto him. He sighed deeply, and I felt his cock throbbing against my cheek.
His hips jerked forward, and I felt the thick crown of his penis slide across my lips. Then he pulled back again, and I heard him groan as he came.
He let go of my head, and I sat back, gasping for breath.
“That was wonderful,” he said. “Thank you.”
I stood up and straightened my saree.
He got up, cum dripping from his cock. He wrapped his hands around me. I could feel him holding back. “I want you to fuck me,” he said.
“Yes,” I said. I was on top of him now, my face buried in the crook of his neck, sucking and kissing at his throat. I looked down between us and saw his cock. I felt it growing again. His fingers were inside me, stroking my ass. He pushed them in deeper. My legs were spread wide apart. I began to move on top of him.
He lifted himself up on one arm so that he could watch. He put his other hand under me and guided my body against his cock. It slid into me easily. He watched as I began to ride him. The bed creaked with each thrust. I moved faster, riding him harder.
He held onto me and groaned. I had never seen a man like this before. I rode him hard. I came over and over again. We were both moaning and grunting.