• 60 (maybe 65) Shades of Gray
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[U][B]60 (maybe 65) Shades of Gray[/B] [/U]A story about sex, love, and romance by I Am A Rock and Appox. [HR][/HR] I remember the day like it was yesterday. I was fourteen at the time, her large drooping breasts had made a permanent impression on my young impressionable mind. I remember how she slowly strolled into my classroom that day to substitute for my science class’ regular teacher who had phoned in sick. She was sixty, maybe sixty-five with her stone grey hair tied into tight formal ball behind her head. Her purple dress clung tightly to her body and the large yellow polka dots were positioned on her breasts like nipples. Needless to say the thought of her breasts had given me an immediate erection. She went to the chalkboard and wrote her name, Ms. Hickler in the most seductive handwriting I have ever seen. Ms. I thought to myself, then picked up some notes that our regular teacher had left and began going over atoms or something that I don’t quite remember. I was off in another place in my mind, imagining her frail elderly body grinding against mine in ways surely a woman of her age was not able to achieve. Her breasts were violently shaking and clapping as she rode my penis...then I woke up. I shifted in my seat and felt an odd wetness in my pants. I had spunked. Without saying a word I dashed out of the classroom toward the restroom. I took the first unoccupied stall and pulled my trousers down. The gooey mess covered my penis and thighs and let off a strong tell-tale aroma. I was trapped, I couldn’t go back to class; all I could do was hide. As I sat there I could hear the person in the next stall fumbling around, struggling, not noticing someone else had entered the room. The was a gentle knock on my stall door. It was Ms. Hickler. She told me I needed to come out and get back to class, but I didn’t reply. She unclasped the latch on her purse, took out a few coins, and stuck them in the hinges of the restroom door jamming it; then using another coin unlocked the flimsy stall lock, and let herself in closing the door behind her. In complete surprise and shock I didn’t think to cover my fully exposed and still erect penis. Unfazed, she bent down slowly and took my penis in her hand. She leaned over and let a large gob of saliva drip down onto the tip of my penis. The spit was thick and slimy and oozed slowly down the shaft and across her hand down to the base of my penis toward my scrotum. Her saliva continued to work its way down my body and brushed across my anus, sending a shiver down my spine. I almost let out a moan of pleasure but remained silent, internalizing it; letting it bubble and ferment like a fine wine of sexual ecstasy. She began wanking me off. Her grip was gentle yet controlling and firm as she stroked my cock. I became harder than I had ever become before. A blue vein down the middle of my member throbbed with each stroke; the tip was pure red and glistening with saliva. I remained silent and my eyes remained locked on her piercing unblinking eyes. She reached over with her other hand and pulled out her right breast. It was just as I had imagined, respectfully wrinkled with age, with a large dark nipple that sat gracefully at the end of her breast. Her breasts danced with every stroke of her hand, each to their own unique rhythm. She moved my penis closer to her bosom and at the moment of climax. What remaining semen I could muster seeped out and covered her breast exploring every wrinkle. I felt a unique sense of warmth and safety. Then without words she tucked her breast securely back into her dress and left. I sat there stunned and satisfied. My wildest fantasy had come true. I lingered in that stall for the rest of the school day, waiting for everyone to leave...crying. Before I went home I checked the science classroom to see if she was still there, but it was empty. She had gone; she had retired. So I left with my head held high, and for the first time in months visited my own grandmother. The alzheimer's had rendered her memory weak and she barely remembered my face. I pulled up a chair next to her bed and clasped her hand to let her know I was there; I had a gift for her which I helped her unwrap, a purple dress with large yellow polka dots.
This is wonderfully written, takes me back to my youth. Thanks for posting.
Magical, now I truely feel like a middle age woman reading smut for a pastime.
Stunning. Simply stunning. I'm actually quite emotional now...
Amazing. Simply mindblowing. I would read this again.
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