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XXXtreme Age Gap - WARNING- Mature Audiences Only!

I remember being invited to a swinger party at a lovely home! I enjoyed myself, even though I arrived late, and no action was going on. There was one white couple with a very sexy wife who appeared to be frustrated that she couldn't get a group of black guys to play with her. Or maybe she did earlier, I missed out, and she was still less than satisfied? Most of us wound up just chatting on the patio. The husband was a bit drunk and agitated by his wife's mood. He kept urging the black guys there to take care of his wife, since that's what they were there for. But nobody was game. I certainly was, and I tried to strike up a conversation with both spouses. I couldn't get a word in though, as the loud conversation shut me out. Sometimes I can be too polite. It's a curse. And by then, she was telling funny stories, and any sexual energy was long gone.

Anyway, the evening was coming to a close as the party continued to fizzle. I took one last reconnoitering walk through the house, back to the open bedroom to see if there might be a last-minute opportunity, even if just to be a masturbating voyeur. In the darkened room, I only found a much older woman, petite in frame, and all alone. She was seated on a mattress placed on the floor in front of a television set. Was there a porn video playing quietly on the screen? She had on a skimpy black nightgown, and she sat there, seemingly resigned to the notion that, of all the women in attendance that night, she would be of far less interest to the men looking for much younger females. She smiled sweetly at me, and I smiled back. But it was, as expected, a bit awkward due to our extended difference in age. I mean, I do like age gaps, a lot! But perhaps this one pushed past my limits. I was unable to think of her sexually, and I was ashamed to even try. I gave her a friendly nod before turning to leave.

Returning to the patio, I could see the group breaking up, no chance of getting anything started. I had a long and boring drive home ahead of me. I was just about to find the hosts to thank them, and bid them a good night. And-- that's when I paused, and I changed my mind about the old woman. I struggled to wrap my mind around what is normally a very perverted idea, even within the swinger lifestyle. But I forced myself. I mentally waved away all the rules and the hang-ups to just try to have fun with it. If all else fails, maybe we could at least have a brief, pleasant little conversation, sharing some laughs, perhaps salvaging the evening for both of us. What harm could that do? So, no pressure at all. I pretended to meander absently away from the lingering folks on the patio, hoping no one would notice me. I slowly made my way back to find her again in the darkened room. She smiled once more in welcome, and this time I approached her. I silently stripped down to my silk boxer shorts in front of her, clearly telegraphing my intent. This act was enough to coax the beginning of my erection, if only for the exhibitionist nature of it. Standing there in the dim light, I paused to deliberately allow her to notice the definite bulge growing beneath my underwear. I wanted her to know that I wasn't being charitable or condescending. I honestly wanted my erection to validate her still-effective ability as a woman to arouse a man, regardless of our age gap, as well as because of it. I moved closer, and I slowly tugged down the waistband until my engorged organ sprang free. I got a rush from seeing her eyes appraising my exposed black dong. There was, in fact, a girlish quality to her excitement. I felt a presence behind me in the bedroom doorway... Another single male, a younger guy, and he flashed me a withering look of disapproval, and disgust. Well, I didn't care anymore. As he left, I wordlessly encouraged the older woman with my dangling offering, and I felt her mouth gently-but-hungrily engulf my penis in eager response. I felt her tongue playfully sliding across the sensitive flesh of my frenulum. And I delighted in the sensation of her teeth softly, playfully biting down on me, as if sampling my hardness within her mouth. I looked down at her for a reality check, and for a moment I studied her shock of wild silver hair hovering near my groin, and her wrinkled lips forming a tight seal around my captured member. Okay. This was a true moment. It was a fact. An old white lady was sucking on my black dick. Yes, she must have been in her late seventies, pushing eighty. It did look perverted, but it felt wonderful, and I leaned my pelvis forward, giving myself more fully to her diligent fellatio. I heard her gasp for air, and then she swallowed before using her tongue to coat my penis with fresh saliva. I reached down to remove the thin right shoulder strap of her lacy negligee, and I cupped and fondled her right breast. It was so soft in my hand, natural, and sagging low, the nipple still managing to grow erect in arousal.

Meanwhile, I could sense that the party hosts were clearing the house in a sort of "last call," checking to see if anyone was still hanging around. Dispensing with any more foreplay, I coaxed the woman to lay down on her back, and I removed her panties. Yeah, I was gonna do this. This was happening. She spread her thighs wide open to me, revealing her furry white twat. I was committed now. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I slowly mounted her. We didn't speak at all. But my mind was reeling with questions. One last hesitation. Was there no turning back? I could still stop this, apologizing profusely for the disrespectful mistake. But if I really didn't want to do this, why was my dick so freakin' hard? Was it like that other guy inferred, that I was simply desperate, latching on to the only opportunity left to me that night? I admit this was true, but I gave myself over to it. I climbed on top of her, firmly rubbing the head of my penis over her clit several times before deliberately sliding myself straight into the depths of her "granny" vagina. She swallowed me whole, and I felt my balls press up against her ass. Impact!

And? It was instant euphoria. She softly moaned and gave a little giggle of gleeful satisfaction. What a sight this must have been to a Peeping Tom! Actually, I was so turned on, part of me hoped for an audience just outside the open doorway. I knew the hosts were aware we were the last people still here. They knew who we were, and what we must be doing. She was turned on by the nasty, perverted kink of it as well. Of course, she was. And I was thoroughly into it, too, as a whole new sexual awakening. There I was, slow-fucking a complete stranger I'd only laid eyes on minutes before, a seventy-five-plus year-old white woman. There we were, on the floor of someone's home, someone else from the lifestyle whom I'd just met in person that evening. She didn't know my name, and I didn't know hers, and the only introduction was the naked interracial connection of our bodies, our genitals providing the first "handshake" in greeting. It was better than I imagined. Pinning her down on the mattress, I began to grind and gyrate my pelvis after each new thrust. No condom. Bareback. I wanted this to be an all-natural and genuine sex act, unencumbered by anything artificial. On my drive home, I wanted her vaginal moisture drying on my cock, and I wanted her musky aroma on my groin just as I wanted her to keep what I shared with her from my body.

She had her eyes closed, and I regarded her during our forbidden coitus. I let my own eyes focus on her craggy features, the wrinkles and all the time etched across that face, the smile lines and crow's feet, the liver spots and the fine peach fuzz at her chin. I could see that she must have been quite lovely in younger years. But back then, a man like me would have been brutally killed for less than what I was doing with her now. That history, too, was wrapped up in all the perverted pleasure of our sex. It was the source of the taboo itself, and as evil as that history was and continues to be, that was what fed my lustful desire.

I braced the top of her head with my hands as I increased my pounding rhythm. Her body rocked beneath me, and the room was filled with the sound of slapping flesh. And yet, surprisingly, there was never any need for lube. She was as wet as could be throughout and from the very start. She impulsively reached around to caress, clutch, and knead my bouncing buttocks, the gesture urging me to fuck her with even more wild abandon, no need to be concerned about her fragility. I only wish she would have dared to nudge my butt-cheeks apart to stick one of her fingers all the way up my asshole. Nevertheless, this was pure ecstasy undreamed of. I knew I had to legitimize our fornication by giving her my most explosive ejaculation. I felt the telltale tingles of building climax. And then I spasmed mightily as waves of orgasm came crashing over me. Did she cum, too? I suspect she did, but she wasn't very vocal, and I didn't know her at all. I only knew that erupting inside her so freely and powerfully was the perfect climax to our deliciously immoral fuck. I kept my penis fully inserted until I had utterly emptied the content of my balls into her, a copious amount stored up for weeks! I propped myself up on my arms to catch the sight of our genitals still joined, the base of my stem glazed by her juices, pulses visibly subsiding as I pumped the last of my semen into her mature pussy. That was such a special visual, my chocolate dick still halfway inserted, her pale white skin, the gray cunt hairs adorning her labia. Pulling out of her at last, the reality of what I had done crashed down on my mind, intruding on the afterglow. Yet, the guilt and regrets were easily dispelled. It was nasty, and shameful, even by many swingers' standards. And yet, it was an incredible turn-on! It was worth it. But would I ever do such a thing again? We both thanked each other politely, and that was that.

I never knew the woman's name. A month passed, and I kept thinking about her. I described her to a very friendly couple with whom I've played several times, and they instantly recognized who it was I was talking about. They mentioned her by name, and somehow managed to put me in touch with her again. She remembered me. Her husband was also a swinger, but less active. I was invited to their cozy home, and yes, we instantly and eagerly resumed our primal bareback acquaintance. This time, we did it right there in their comfortable marriage bed as her approving hubby occupied himself elsewhere in the house. Clearly, the two have an understanding, and a rock-solid relationship. After pleasantly greeting me in the living room, the Mister graciously left us to ourselves. And so, I embraced that wonderful kink two more times that evening. Can't pass it off as a mistake, or a one-time anomaly. And I don't want to. Tell you the truth, I want to be with her again, and as many times as possible!