Mature Nl – Old Granny Gets Her Unshaved Pussy Eaten Out By A Younger Lady

Title: “Unorthodox Delights: An Elder’s Intimate Encounter”

The obliging previous lady, widowed for many years and Bertie by title, reclined in her lazyboy, her wispy silver hair fanning over the headrest. Knitting needles clicked rhythmically as she darned a beleaguered Argyle sock.

Then the doorbell chimed. Startled, Bertie tucked the balls of wool into the armrest and shuffled to the door, each creak an inconvenience. Opening up, she noticed not a hawker, however a imaginative and prescient – a younger, blond goddess radiant in hip-hugging denims and a braless crop-top, petite tits straining in opposition to the material.

“Hey there,” the waif chirped. “I’m Holly,Remember what I’m here for?” Bertie quipped, quirking a wispy forehead. “Caught me poking tonguing holes in scrap paper back there. Well, you’ve done made it through the wringer now!”

Holly’s giggle was a tinkling bell. “You’ve got me bang to rights. I’m here for…” A beat of anticipation. “Your special senior service, Nanna. Cake and snacks on me.”

Bertie stood apart, her gnarled gaze alight with mischief. “Slip ’em, why don’t you. Kitchen counter’s slick with tahini. I’ve a mind to teach you to squeak. Ever seen 99 year old pussy before?”

Holly bit her lip, flushing pink. Unabashed although she appeared, a touch of trepidation flickered throughout her options because the Older Woman shooed her in. Bertie’s home was like no trendy dwelling she’d seen – full of curios and antiques, all tiny nooks and crevices of dusty marvel.

Bertie perched on the counter, thick legs unfold wantonly. “Gawk till you pucker, girl. I haven’t been touched in a decade! Clack ’em chops and don’t forget to breathe.”

Holly swallowed arduous, veezering. Grinning, Bertie peeled off her tights to disclose a nest of downy white curls, dappled with age spots and veins. “Well, fish or cut bait!”

Unable to withstand any longer, Holly dropped to quivering knees. Bertie parted her folds, pungent secretions oozing because the youthful lady related, tongue darting and exploring. Bertie was moist, so moist, and tasted keenly of candy, concentrated pungency.

“Mmmm, clever girl,” Bertie purred, stroking Holly’s golden head. “Slow and savory, mmmmm…” Holly labored her inside muffin with single-minded goal, sweeping and swirling and eventually suckling the age-spotted jewel inside ruthlessly. Bertie squirmed and babbled, thighs clamping, juices flooding.

“Oohh christ, child, just so! Lickie likie your batty granny on this hot day!” Bertie’s colony crater jiggled and wobbled as Holly dined, sprucing and poising her crusty lips all about. “Oohhhh you sloppy lil pool peter eater, yes, that’s the ticket!”

Boneless and orgasming, Bertie slumped in opposition to the counter, shrunken tits trailing in lily pads of persimmon jelly. Holly continued her sycophantic lapping, keen to exploit each drop from the parched wellspring. Finally, Bertie pushed her away with a pained grunt.

“Enough! I’m going to flood you oblivious if you keep it up. Wait here.”

Bertie wheezed off for smokes and tea, leaving a panting, gobsmacked Holly within the wake of her square-danced flatulence. Finally, the previous bawd returned, and the 2 sipped Earl Grey throughout from one another, exchanging important glances.

“So…what made you decide to come to my door on such a balmy day?” Bertie inquired, blue-veined ankle crossing her different leg.

Holly glanced over her steaming cup. “Same reason any young lass chooses to bugger her elderly nanna’s cunt – cake, parties, andseeing the world through the fortified windows of the nudie old fogey you once were.” She winked, and Bertie cackled.

“Good answer. I knew there was something to you; else I wouldn’t have opened the door. And you sure as hell wouldn’t’ve got that much tongue action without a spot of feeling.” Bertie downed her brew and snorted. “Tell you what. You stop by next Tuesday, I’ll let you diddle my old coot one more time. And coconut cream pie is your price.”

Holly wiped her chin together with her little finger. “I’ll take it, you ornery old bat. Plain as day that I’ve been hanging for an opportunity like this.”

The two share a conspiratorial grin earlier than Bertie shoos her out. “Be off now! I’ve not got all day to dilly-dally; I won’t be here forever.”

Holly scampers off, leaving the previous lady buzzing and stretching lily-white legs. Though her golden days have lengthy handed, they flicker and burn shiny for a second longer, due to the grace of an attractive youthful lady.

She’ll be again, Bertie is aware of, and glad of it. This transaction, road-rough she is, requires gas – and gas could be siphoned from all method of younger, pliable, prepared sources.

Bertie settles again into her chair with a sigh, one finger dipping dangerously close to her personal still-leaking cunny. Next week can not come quickly sufficient.

The End