It's all about Age Gap play, another example of how extreme contrasts can intensify the sexual pleasure. It's about the unexpected, the unusual.
And, for me, several years back, I was on the opposite side of this sort of extreme Age Gap fun. I wasn't looking for it, but I'm so glad I found it. I was invited to attend a party hosted by a swinger couple in their suburban home. It was a long drive across the outskirts of Los Angeles, and because of a late start, I arrived when the party was winding down a bit. Never one to be pushy, I settled back to just socialize with the few guests still hanging out on the back porch. After a bit, I decided to wander around the house, hoping to find some action, even if only to watch. Nothing, zip, nada. All I could find was a lonely old woman sitting in the darkened rear bedroom. I mean, she must have been in her early-to-mid seventies, and maybe 30 years my senior. My mind couldn't make that leap on the lust meter. I felt it was too indecent to consider a woman that old in a sexual way. We shared weak-but-friendly smiles of acknowledgment more than greeting, and I returned to the back porch. That group started to break up, and I had to resign myself to a long drive back home so soon. And that's when I yielded to horny desperation. I deliberately struggled to chip away at a solid mental barrier which excluded sex with an elderly lady. All of us in the swinger lifestyle were already in Kinky Town, but now I needed to go down Pervert Alley. But it was a walk of shame, and I moved stealthily to prevent anyone seeing that I was going back to where the oldest person at the party was waiting, forgotten. By the time I slowly sneaked back to that dimly-lit room to again find her sitting by herself on a twin-sized mattress laid on the floor, porn softly playing on a small television in the corner, I had broken down most of that mental barrier. She was a slim, petite woman, wearing a short, skimpy black see-through negligee. She still had a decent figure, but it was clear her body had seen a lot of mileage. Medium-length, wavy gray hair, a few liver spots on her hands, low-sagging breasts... but the posture of her slender frame was straight, not hunched at all. She smiled more warmly this time, correctly assuming that my return signaled my interest and carnal intent. I fully undressed while standing right in front of her, neither of us sharing even one word of introduction. Indeed, throughout the entire encounter, we exchanged nary a word at all. I gazed down at her lined, cracked face as I slowly lowered my boxer shorts until my chocolate dong sprang free. This naughty exhibitionism was enough to firm up my erection; I enjoyed exposing myself to her, using one hand to jiggle my dick as she stared at it. But it was the woman's abrupt commencing of fellatio that did the rest. I felt my penis finish its swelling growth right there in her mouth. Annnnnnd welcome to Pervert Alley! Indeed, it was so perverted, watching and feeling this old lady sucking hungrily on my dick, with us knowing absolutely nothing about each other. It was all so sexually deviant. And therein lay the thrill. I let my drawers drop to the floor, stepping out of them. It was so warm inside her mouth, and she was coating my cock with so much saliva. I stood, stroking her silver hair as I enjoyed the sensation of her busy tongue showing such love for my penis. Getting more into it, I silently urged her to place both her aged hands on my round, brown buttocks, while I gripped the back of her head with both of mine. My fingers lightly massaged her scalp beneath that silver mane, and she responded by squeezing my ass with surprising strength, one of her fingers straying absently into my butt-crack. I loved whenever she would release my dong for a moment, to slide her tongue down the shaft to lick my balls, slathering them with as much spit as she had thickly coated my cock. Time was running out, however, and I heard what seemed to be the host cleaning up in the kitchen. His wife had remained in their closed bedroom the entire time I was there. Hmm... Squatting down to join the old lady on that tiny mattress, I helped remove her panties while leaving her negligee on. I fondled her low-hanging breasts for a minute or two, while fingering her impressively wet pussy. Then, after coaxing her to lie on her back and spread her pale thighs, I mounted her in Missionary. I rubbed my dick over her squishing pussy lips, feeling the minor friction of her gray pubic hair. In my head, I still thought, "What the hell am I doing?!?" But the shocking kink of it all was overwhelming. It was too late to stop now, and my inner pervert strongly desired this weird, new experience. And so, I pinned her down, and inserted my penis all the way up into her granny vagina, no condom. Lock. Committed. I paused a moment, hovering above her in a push-up position. I looked down to take in the sight of my lower body nestled between her white, wrinkly thighs, her flabby belly, and the shaft of my penis, partially emerged from her old-lady cunt, fringed with a wild, gray thatch of pussy fur. Stray strands of that long gray fur clung to my rigid shaft. This was due to the blending lubrication of the spit from her mouth, and the milky moisture from her vagina. So wonderfully nasty. I plunged anew into her depths, evoking a gasp from her, and then I ground my pelvis into hers.
To this day, I still count that as one of my most memorable and enjoyable sexual experiences, bareback-fucking a woman in her seventies. It was only a kinky quickie, but it felt SO gooooooood to pump her full of my cum. Despite looking so frail, she was not the least bit delicate as I got into a savage, slamming rhythm, bracing her in place under my assault by holding the crown of her head in both my hands. The staccato slapping of our flesh filled the room, and doubtlessly resounded out into the hallway. I like to think the sound brought a smile to the lips of our gracious and patient party host, as he knew that his elderly friend was getting some energetic younger meat. Yeah, so, I had firmly resolved myself to seriously fucking a senior citizen, this AARP member, a sweet little old lady who must have looked so innocent in everyday life. Out of curiosity, I had watched pornos with old folks before. But this was the real thing for me, and it turned out to be better than I expected. I honestly liked it! Old folks can still have a lot to offer. We humped in verbal silence for maybe 10 or 15 minutes before I came in a gushing flood within her ancient pussy. Then we shared one last smile, I got dressed, and drove home, completely free of all sexual tension. Weeks later, still reflecting fondly on that encounter, I wanted to find that old woman again somehow. This was difficult, because I never got her name. It was only after asking around among my swinger friends that I was able to get back in touch with her. She was happily-married, with a Hall Pass, apparently, her husband fully approving of his wife's extramarital adventures. I got to meet the very likable husband when I was invited to their lovely home. He was no longer active in the lifestyle, and he had encouraged his wife to continue pursuing her need for sexual fulfillment without him. After a fascinating tour, the hubby retired to his den, and the wife guided me to their cozy bedroom. And that's where I got to fuck her again and again over the course of two more visits. Each time, we did the deed right there in their marriage bed, which is always a different experience than that of a hotel room liaison. By now, she must be in her eighties, and I would welcome an opportunity to fuck her once more, but she has an even younger boyfriend!
