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To set the stage, I’m a normal guy sexually. While I am big (6’4”, 220 lbs., ex-defensive end), I have a normal size dick and libido, had only two sexual partners until my early 60s, and am no sex machine; I have never had more than one orgasm in 4 hours, or 3 in 24, in my whole life. I consider my sex life with my wife very good. But when I got into my early 60s, and started to see the variety of cunts on porn sites while the frequency of my erections lessened, I started to seriously wonder what feeling another pussy would be like before it was too late.
My original love was my first cousin Dana. We rarely saw each other because she lived in Southern California and I lived in upstate New York , but when we did it was clear I had a crush on her and that she liked me too. We had a few intimate kisses when I was 16 and she was 18, but nothing more. At 18 she was about 5’10”, dark complexion, long and wavy brown hair, beautiful big brown eyes, a sculptured nose, legs long and shapely enough to be a model’s, a volleyball shaped ass, and a nice rack. When I started to come into my “curious” stage in my early 60s, she is the one I thought of most. I knew she was divorced, had been married 3 times, and had had at least one affair, and I wondered if she ever thought about me.
I was looking for a non-obvious reason to visit Los Angeles and see her when her 90+ year old mother, my aunt Lillian, died. Aunt Lil’s death was expected and relieved many months of suffering, so Dana was fairly matter-of-fact about it when she called to tell me. I got the feeling she was personally calling, though, because she wanted me to be there, so after discussing it with my wife I made arrangements to travel to L. A. alone to go to the funeral and to attend to “other business”.
Dana’s brother Nate was two years younger than me and we were always friendly, but I didn’t see him that much either, and when Dana was around I was probably always trying to pal around with her. Nate had a family get together at his house – which I had never been to – in Beverly Hills the day before the funeral and Dana told me to meet her there. When I arrived at Nate’s unexpectedly large house I almost dropped to the floor when the first person I saw, standing alone in the entryway while everyone else appeared to be in the back, was Dana. She either hadn’t changed even one bit since the last time I saw her when she was in her early 20s, or it was her clone, although her rack appeared to be significantly larger than I had remembered (“unnecessary boob job” I thought). When I greeted her with a hug, however, I was met by an icy recoil and a “who are you” look (though not a stare). I didn’t think I had changed that much – my hair was still naturally blond with only traces of gray, and I was the same weight as before with no facial hair. She then said “I’m Jill. Dana is my grandmother.”
I turned red, profusely apologized, held her hand gently and asked her to forgive me, and told her that it was a wonderful complement to her that I had mistaken her for Dana since Dana was one of the best looking women I had ever met. This seemed to please her, although her emotions were muted. We started to talk while I continually smiled, held her hand, and occasionally expressed joy at being there despite her great grandmother’s death. I noticed she was dressed conservatively for a young woman, never looked directly into my eyes, and sometimes brought up unusual subjects. But she seemed to relax and even enjoy our conversation despite our age difference.
After about 20 minutes a striking women with long flowing silver hair with streaks of brown in it, bounded toward us with a big grin. This WAS Dana, dressed anything but conservatively. She had on an almost sheer sun dress with her slim olive legs seemingly sticking out six feet from her hem, and likely no or skimpy bra and panties since no demarcation lines were clearly visible. Although her face was weathered and her hair a completely different color from the last time I saw her, her body still looked magnificent, including the same volleyball ass. “Maddy, I see you met my darling 22 year old granddaughter Jill” she said, coming up to give me a squeeze and a soft peck on my cheek. [“Maddy” was my unfortunate nickname in high school and college supposedly because I was a “mad dog” on the football field]. I told her that Jill was essentially her clone, and that appeared to please both grandmother and granddaughter. Dana entreated both Jill and I to come to the back of the house to be with everyone else.
While I mingled with other guests and was graciously greeted by our host, I made sure to go and talk or bring drinks or snacks to Jill and/or Dana every chance I got. I noticed Jill really didn’t mingle much, and the only people she seemed to enjoy talking to were Dana, me, and Jill’s cousin (Nate’s granddaughter) who was about 15. I made sure to sit between Dana and Jill at dinner and hoped that neither my attention toward them, nor the bulge in my pants that I was continuously repressing, were too obvious. During the meal I got good shots of Dana’s silky thighs and distinct cleavage – in addition to looking her deeply in the eyes during parts of the conversation. Though not much of Jill’s skin was visible I marveled at her enormous breasts, which had to be the largest and most distinctly shaped of any I had ever seen live for someone with the small waist she had.
When the evening was coming to a close, and everyone agreed to meet about 2 the next afternoon for the funeral, Dana commented to me that her fun-loving mother Lil (aunt Lil truly had been a bohemian) would like to see me enjoy myself if I came all this way to pay my respects, and asked me to accompany her at one of her favorite activities, dancing. I tried not to be too eager in accepting (I probably failed), and with Jill standing next to us asked if she was free to accompany us. Dana seemed a little stunned by this, though certainly not angry, but became completely flabbergasted and gap-mouthed when Jill accepted. Since Jill had come with her mother, and Dana with her youngest brother Ned, I drove them in my rental car and promised to drop them both off at home when we were through dancing.
The dance place we went to was totally bizarre; perhaps only L. A. and Vegas could be that strange. There were people of all types, dress, and ages, with two bands in two different wings, with an admission charge and only waitress-served drinks. We asked Jill if she wouldn’t mind if we went to the more conservative (if you could call it that since it was wild) wing where the band was playing 60s, 70s and 80s dance songs, and she was more than willing to go along.
Jill became fairly animated during our outing, which seemed to greatly surprise Dana, but that Dana was happy to encourage. While Jill refused to dance with anyone but me, or twice with her grandmother, and while her motions on the dance floor were far from smooth, she seemed to thoroughly enjoy herself. I danced many dances with Dana, and she with many others there while Jill and I danced or talked. The evening ended with a wild rendition of YMCA which the 3 of us danced to together, and then I danced the last, slow, dance with Dana to Van Morrision’s “Have I Told You Lately”. I hoped the fact that Dana’s head was on my shoulder and her right leg between mine in contact with my unmistakable boner, meant my trip would at least partially live up to my dreams.
I dropped Jill off, walking to the door to make sure she got in OK, and when I got back in the car I asked Dana if she wanted to come to my hotel room for a drink. Her flippant response “I know you don’t drink, so you must be asking me back to fulfill a fuck fantasy about me you’ve had since you were 16”. While totally sho
cked inside I was proud of myself for coolly and calmly responding “As much as I loved Aunt Lil, I didn’t come here just to lay flowers on her grave. I’m glad you know how much I want to fuck you, and I’m hoping you’ll be really pleased with the result. I’ve been waiting 45 years.”
Fortunately my hotel was only about two miles away as it appeared she was as eager to figuratively rip my clothes off as I was hers. I hope there was no camera in the elevator. When we got to the room there was no small talk, just decades of pent up passion. Unfortunately I literally did rip her dress off (and found no bra and the smallest thong I had ever seen), and thankfully I really didn’t need my shirt or pants zipper again either.
To my overwhelming joy Dana has thick cunt lips, primarily shaved but with a landing strip, and a nicely prominent clit. My wife and only other lover both have almost lipless pussies and hard to find clits. Neither had a G-spot I could find despite many hours of searching, and I hoped Dana was different in this regard too. After several minutes of passionate kissing and embraces, we got into a 69 position with me on top and I simultaneously licked and fingered her pussy lips and clit with as much aplomb, yet passion, as I could muster.
I stroked her face gently, massaged her hard unbelievably perky tits and nipples, and when I saw her face returning from her ecstatic trance gave her a light kiss on her lips, smiled, and said, “Now I get to do what I have been waiting for more than 40 years.” A big grin came across her face, I turned her over onto her hands and knees, then slowly and methodically inserted my dick between those pulsing pussy lips. I then started pumping her doggy style like I had never pumped before, holding onto her firm breasts for leverage as well as pleasure. When I blasted a load inside her larger than I had spewed in 20 years, she gave the same muffled, long, intense scream of ecstasy I heard when I was rubbing her G-spot. After making sure every last drop of cum had been expelled I let the glow of pleasure and satisfaction that was quickly rising engulf me, and wrapped my arms tightly around her as we both fell into unconsciousness.
We lay in our hedonistic stupor until about 8 the next morning. When we looked at each other Chesire Cat smiles covered our faces. I simply said “WOW”. She smiled even more and said “Which do you think I liked more, the G-spot obliteration or the doggy pounding?” “The clit-suck was right up there with them, wasn’t it?” I responded.
We showered together slowly and gently. I observed that her cunt was really red, but to my surprise – because it hadn’t happened like this in at least 10 years – after just 5 hours of sleep (coma?) my dick saluted as I washed her nipples. She immediately noticed and said with a fake disgusted tone “Him again?”. She then gently kissed me and said “My pussy is more than 60 years old and can’t handle him again right now after what you did to it last night. But if you want you can use the back door.”
Neither my wife or only other sexual partner liked anal, and made it very clear the few clumsy times I tried. I was not, for anything, going to turn this down, and simply said “Another fantasy to come true?” We dried off then she shooed me out of the bathroom while pulling a long white object, and a tube of gel, from her purse, and said she’d be right out. After about 10 minutes she was true to her word, and as she came out the light from the open drapes of our top floor room bathed her naked body with a warm glow. In my lust the night before I hadn’t noticed how nicely sculptured her pelvis was, and her tits looked even bigger and more shapely than they did in the shower just minutes before. And my dick noticed too, now harder than ever.
She pushed her silky body against me, her right hand at the side of my face with her left hand gently massaging my balls, gave me a long gentle kiss on the lips, and said “Let’s do this standing up”. She then turned around, bent over, put her hands on the back of the padded chair in the room, turned her smiling face toward me and said “let me have it, no prisoners”.
It was evident that she had cleared her anus and lubricated it, and despite the small size of the orifice my dick slid right in as I gripped her beautiful bulbous ass with both hands. She let out a mild groan, stiffened her pelvis and started moving it back, forth, sideways, in circles, all different ways. I tried to time my thrusts and retreats to correspond to her movements with some success, but she was like a wild women. I then saw her move her left hand off the chair toward her pelvis – presumably to gently touch her clit – after which her movements became more regular, only back and forth. These movements I timed perfectly and after much hard pounding from me and many soft moans from her, she again uttered that muffled scream of ecstasy I heard twice yesterday as I blew my wad in her ass. We stood there cooing for at least 15 minutes, my hard dick still in her and occasionally my PC muscle contracting to move the tip of my dick up into her asshole roof and evoking a sigh from her each time. It seemed neither of us wanted this to end, but alas about 10 am I extracted myself from her.
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