Stefan enjoyed walking around his daughter’s neighborhood. However, he never realized what it would lead to.

He was visiting his daughter and her family from his home in the Balkans. His second oldest daughter had accompanied him as well, but she was confident enough in driving in America to borrow her younger sister’s car and go where she wanted during the day. It gave her freedom while her little sister, Kata, was working. Kata tried to spend as much time with them as possible, but there were plenty of mornings when Stefan was alone. The neighborhood was safe and he walked, taking in the sights.

At seventy-two, he was far from young, but he still had a powerful sex drive. If he found himself flagging, there was always the option of the little pill. He was also in good shape and very fit for his age. Thus he enjoyed his walks, seeing a little slice of American suburbia and its people.

One of those people was Dorothy. She was five years younger and very friendly. She was the first person to talk to him on his walks. Stefan was drawn to her personality and her body.

It had started innocently enough. Dorothy was taking advantage of the morning cool to work in her flower beds. Unfortunately, she clumsily knocked over the little cart with the flowers she was planting, sending them scattering all over the grass. It happened as Stefan was walking by.

“Let me help you with that. It is a shame, you have such a beautiful garden. We must save these plants,” Stefan told her.

Dorothy was embarrassed and fuming. How clumsy of herself to do this! A part of her wanted to cry despite the anger. It had been such a perfect morning. But then she heard the voice of this stranger. It was a foreign voice, heavily accented. To be honest, the moment she heard it, she thought he sounded like Count Dracula! But it belonged to a rather handsome, gray-haired, older gentleman of average height and bemused eyes. Sucking up her pride, Dorothy consented to his help.

He worked briskly and efficiently picking up and trying to repair any damage to the plants sustained in their tumble. It was obvious that he was a man who was no stranger to physical labor. She could tell that just by his hands. Nothing frail about this older man!

Stefan took in the woman he was helping as he worked. She was about five-feet-four in height with blonde curly hair. Or at least it was dyed blonde. At his age, he didn’t care. He accepted life and women for what they were, knowing that different stages in life brought on different forms of beauty. Her build would be considered large, or BBW. She had the belly of a real woman and appeared to have a nice set of tits as well. They looked ripe under her top and had the erotic sag of age as they hung a bit over her tummy. She was wearing shorts and her legs and thighs looked inviting. He could imagine those thighs wrapped around him and he enjoyed the delight that lay at the top of them. All in all, she was a curvy delight!

Stefan had a family of mostly skinny, and fairly flat, girls who took after his wife. He enjoyed his wife’s thin body and smallish breasts but came to revel in the fleshy curves of larger women. He loved their curves, the ripeness of their bellies, and the fullness of their big jugs. Their ample asses beckoned and made him hard. For years he had enjoyed an affair with a woman in the village that had these ample assets. The sight of all her flesh jiggling when they fucked, excited him. It made sex seem so much more obscene! And here was this woman in front of him who displayed the same sexy attributes! When she bent over in her tight shorts, Stefan took a long, longing look at her ass.

“By the way, my name is Dorothy. Thank you so much for helping me here. You are such a gentleman! You don’t see that much anymore. By the way, where are you from?” Dorothy asked quizzically.

Stefan told her where he was from in the Balkans and why he was there. He mentioned he was staying a block away, with his daughter. As he did, they finished picking up the last of the flower cartons.

“Would you like a cup of coffee? It’s fresh,” Dorothy asked.

Agreeing, she motioned Stefan to a chair on the porch while she went inside to pour their cups. Returning, she handed him his mug, which he took black.

“I’m so silly, when you first spoke I thought you sounded like Count Dracula! Are you a Count?” Dorothy teased in her easy-going manner.

“No, he is from Romania. But I have been known to bite women in the past. Especially good-looking ones, so you must take care,” Stefan replied with a grin.

“Oh, so you think I’m good-looking? I haven’t heard that in a while. If you keep talking like that, you can bite me any time!” she replied in a flirty manner.

“Yes, you are good-looking. I like a woman with, how do you say it? Curves. Bones are for dogs, flesh is for men!” Stefan said with a flirtatious twinkle in his eye.

Laughing, Dorothy looked down and grabbed her fleshy belly, and said, “Well, if you like curves and plenty of meat, you’ve come to the right place! I’ve got enough of that to go around!”

Stefan joined her laughing, and said, “You are my kind of woman. You are making me very hungry!”

“Aren’t you a flirt, Stefan?” Dorothy said with a smile, then continued with a wink, “But flattery will get you everywhere.”

Dorothy hadn’t felt like this in a long time. It had been so long since a handsome man had shamelessly flirted with her. It hadn’t always been this way. When she was young and wild, these things happened all the time. And she took them for granted. Now, at her age, it was intoxicating and something to be treasured.

After all, it had been a long time since she had enjoyed good sex. Not that she didn’t love her partner, but that component of their relationship was past.

Too soon, Stefan excused himself and strolled back to the sidewalk.

Gathering courage, Dorothy hurried to catch him and said, “On your walk tomorrow, why don’t you stop by for coffee again? It’s been fun talking to you.”

“I shall, my dear. I have enjoyed it myself. I love the company of beautiful women,” Stefan told her.

Then he grabbed her hand pulled it up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. It was such a corny gesture, topped off when he said “good evening” in the best Bela Lugosi imitation she had ever heard. This spoof made her laugh and blush. It felt like being a teen again.

True to his word, Stefan ambled by the next morning. Dorothy was waiting on the porch for him with coffee and a selection of doughnuts. She couldn’t believe how he made her feel like a teen girl again! As they talked about the differences between America and his native country, she couldn’t help but eye him up. He looked to still be very virile. It was just a vibe that he gave off. Subtle but real. It made her tingle. As he talked, she let her mind wander, undressing him, imagining him with a big hard cock jutting up proudly as he pushed her to the bed. Then his naked, manly body on hers, skin touching, as he devoured her breasts and skewered her wanton pussy with his dick. The fantasy was almost overpowering, and she forgot what she was doing, allowing her coffee to slop out of the cup. This brought her back to reality, but again, she found herself blushing, remembering the fantasy.

Stefan looked at her with what almost seemed like a knowing look. Like he could read her thoughts. It was startling. But it couldn’t be! It must just be her imagination.

As he helped her mop up the spill with a couple of napkins, she couldn’t help but reach out and touch the back of his hand. It seemed like there was an electric spark. Or that feeling you get when you tip back on the back legs of a chair and almost tip over backwards, but save it. It was a surrealistic, atavistic, attraction to this man. It was like she had known him in the past, though that was impossible.

“You are so kind, Dorothy, to a stranger from a faraway land. I don’t know what I can do to repay your kindness,” Stefen told her.

“You don’t need to do anything. Just come back tomorrow. Please!” Dorothy replied, with almost a pleading tone.

She didn’t mean to sound needy. It just slipped out. When she was around this man her head was spinning. She knew what she wanted, but the path was unfamiliar.

Later that night, as she luxuriated in the bath, her fingers found their way down to her pussy as she thought of Stefan. Without giving it any conscious thought, they began to play with her pussy and clit, rubbing and fingering it. Soon she was lost in ecstasy as her body built to an orgasm. Gasping, she climaxed, unwittingly saying “Stefan” out loud.

“Pull yourself together, girl. You’ve got it bad!” She thought as she got out of the tub and grabbed a towel.

Looking at her body in the mirror, she critically thought, “Why would any man want this body?”

But just as quickly, from a distant recess in her mind, the idea came to her that, yes, there was a man who liked her and her body for just who she was. A man who wanted her body, flaws and all. And that man was Stefan. Forcing herself to look at her nakedness in the mirror again, she realized that she did have some nice titties. And Stefan seemed to like her belly as well. And her pussy…well, her pussy had always pleased every man that had ever enjoyed it. It had the same magic at sixty-seven as it had at twenty-seven, but was a hell of a lot more experienced! Her live-in partner always used to like it before everything became tragically platonic. Grabbing the shaver, she decided to make sure it was nice and bald—just in case!

As Dorothy ran the razor over her pubic area, she thought about how she came to this point in life. She used to have a very fulfilling sex life, but age had taken its toll on her partner and the love of her life. He had become very religious and thought it sinful to have sex with a woman he wasn’t married to. This is even though they had lived together for decades. At this point, they were just friends.

He recognized that she had unfulfilled sexual needs, and they had seriously discussed her having a friend who could take care of those needs. A friend with benefits, as her kids would say. After all, she still felt and acted young, despite her sixty-seven years. More like a woman in her forties, some said! But Dorothy wasn’t sure about how to go about finding a man with whom she could…well, no use lying…fuck. She still was sensitive about her partner’s feelings.

The third morning, when Stefan walked by Dorothy’s house, he expected to see her outside waiting for him. After all, she did invite him. But it wasn’t so. She was nowhere to be seen. Had something come up? Feeling extremely disappointed, Stefan loitered for a while, checking his watch, tying his shoelace, and trying to not look suspicious. After all, he grew up in a country with Secret Police. But finally, he gave up, shrugged his shoulders, and continued on his walk.

Stefen hadn’t gone far when a car pulled up to the curb next to him. Looking over, he was surprised to see it was Dorothy! She beckoned him to get in.

“Sorry. My partner is home this morning so to avoid awkward questions I couldn’t meet you there. So I decided to drive us to get some coffee and pastries,” Dorothy explained.

“No problem. I admit I was very disappointed when I didn’t see you. You make me very happy now,” then Stefan went on and asked the pertinent question, “You are married, then?”

Shaking her head in a girlish manner that was quite becoming, Dorothy explained, “It’s complicated. I’m not married, but ever since my divorce twenty-five years ago, I’ve been living with him. And it’s been good.”

“But, you talk to me?” Stefan asked, meaning that she flirted with him.

“Like I said, it’s complicated. He is eighty, and no longer wants to be my lover like he once was. I still have…uh…needs. He has told me it is okay for me to have male friends for…uh…you know what. But I haven’t met anyone until you came along. I just don’t quite know what to do,” Dorothy admitted, blushing as she did so.

“I am glad to be your friend, Dorothy. I hope I can be a very good friend,” Stefan told the buxom woman seated next to him as he gently touched her shoulder.

After picking up coffee and pastries, Dorothy drove to a park on a small hill that overlooked the city. Soon they found a bench with a view and sipped their coffee. Stefan noticed that Dorothy sat right next to him, her hips touching him. She was bright, beautiful, and animated.

No, she wasn’t beautiful in the way that his teen granddaughter, Sabina, was beautiful. But beautiful in a wonderful mature way. Full of curves and soft flesh with wrinkles that gave her character. Wonderful, expressive eyes and a great laugh. She seemed to glow as she interacted with him, taking years off her face. Her ample cleavage was intoxicating. Stefan was smitten.

“I bet you think I’m very naughty, meeting up with a strange man when I already have a partner,” Dorothy teased as she placed her hand on his thigh.

Looking her in the eye, Stefan replied, “I like very naughty women. Myself, I am a very naughty man.”

“I bet you are!” Dorothy cooed as she leaned closer, entranced by this moment.

“Very naughty,” Stefan said in a low voice as he leaned close and kissed Dorothy on the lips.

It was a gamble. Would this woman pull away in anger? Or would she respond in kind? The gamble paid off. Dorothy responded in kind.

The kiss began softly. Lips brushing, then kissing harder and more passionately. It seemed to go on and on as time stopped for the pair. Soon Stefan’s arms were around her soft, sensuous body, and hers around him.

Aware that that moment they had started something that they both desperately wanted, they stood up. Tossing the remains of their breakfast in a trash bin, Dorothy led Stefan hand-in-hand to a secluded spot in the trees and brush. There, she put her arms around him and pulled his body in close, kissing him hard on the mouth.

The kiss went on longer and longer. Their lips parted and their tongues explored each other in a mimicry of what their sex organs longed to do. Stefan moved his hands over and down Dorothy’s body, feeling her soft, ample flesh under her clothes, tracing the outline of her voluptuous body. Finally, they rested on her ass. Her wonderful, big, round ass.

Dorothy’s hands explored his still-hard body with one ending up under his shirt, caressing the naked flesh of his back. She felt her nipples harden as he gently pushed her backward against the trunk of a tree. His hand slid up, close to her breast, sliding along its side and bottom in a way that made her tingle. At that moment she wanted him. Wanted him then and there, as if she was nineteen again, free and wild. By now both her hands were up under his shirt, and his hand under hers, feeling wonderful against the bare skin of her back. Her legs were spread slightly and she felt his leg move in between them. It pressed against her pussy, seemingly casual, but yet so deliberate. She responded, pushing her coochie against him with the slightest bit of rubbing.

“I want you, Stefan. I want you so bad! I want you now!” Dorothy said earnestly, looking him in the eye.

Pushing her back against the tree trunk again, Stefan began to feel up her tits, squeezing them and fondling them. Dorothy pulled him in tight, kissing him again.

Unfortunately, they both noticed a young couple staring at them. A smug guy with a man-bun and a girl with purple hair shaved on the side. It was as if they had no idea that people over sixty had a sex drive.

“I don’t think this is a good place,” Dorothy whispered.

Stefan agreed and they reluctantly left. Parking a couple of blocks from her house, Dorothy and Stefan kissed and fondled each other over the discomfort of the center console. Dorothy had an appointment that afternoon, but she told Stefan that she had an idea.

“My guy spends the afternoon at the senior citizen’s center with his friends. He is gone most of the afternoon. I’ll pick you up at your daughter’s house and take you to mine. We’ll have a couple of hours to do you-know-what,” the sexy, blonde grandma told him, as she reached down and boldly caressed the lump in his pants.

“Oooh! I think I’m going to enjoy that!” Dorothy said, fondling his cock, then blushing with the unexpected forwardness of the move.

Feeling like a silly schoolgirl, Dorothy almost skipped into the house. She was still tingling from Stefan’s touch when her partner called out, “You back, honey?”

“Yup, just went to the store,” she answered, checking to see if her makeup was smudged from their necking.

“You were gone awhile,” he called from the other room.

“They didn’t have what I wanted, so I had to go to a couple of stores,” Dorothy replied, elated by her naughty little secret infidelity.

Escaping to the master en-suite, she locked the door and sat down on the toilet, trying to catch her thoughts. What she had done was so daring and exhilarating! Stripping her clothes off, she again posed before the mirror, trying out several sexy poses. She laughed as she hefted her breasts and made a flirtatious wink at the mirror.

“Stefan, how do I look? Do you want to suck on mama’s boobs?” Dorothy asked the mirror, a wicked grin on her face.

Grabbing her phone, she took a couple of selfies in the mirror and one of her pussy, to send Stefan. Then she remembered he wasn’t from here and didn’t have a cell phone. Moving her fingers to the pics, she went to delete them but refrained for some reason. With a knowing smile, she moved them to a private album.

The making out with Stefan and this crazy play in front of the mirror made Dorothy shake her head. Nevertheless, she walked out nude into her bedroom and lay on the big double bed, touching her nipples. Soon she was running her fingers over her labia, then rubbing her clitoral hood. It all felt so good! It was like she had thrown caution and age to the wind and was in a wonderful state of free fall!

Soon enough, her fingers were in her slit and rubbing her clit in a way that sent shivers through her body. Not one to masturbate often, this was the second time since she had met Stefan that she had done so. And was doing so despite the presence of her significant other in the house. Of course, he would probably be delighted to see her doing such a dirty deed in the late morning. He was a sweetheart and never denied her small pleasures—as long as they didn’t involve him.

Quickly enough, climatic bliss shot through her body, causing her to shake and gasped as she closed her eyes, imagining Stefan’s hard cock inside of her, making her cum.

Serendipitously, Stefan was lying on his granddaughter’s bed doing the same thing. His tryst with Dorothy had made him horny. All he could think about was her luscious, mature, BBW body, ripe and full, and how it felt in his arms.

He tried to imagine what she looked like naked, but as always, it was never as good as imagined as it was in real life. There was that magical moment when you saw a woman nude for the first time, and it always exceeded what you imagined. If he had known about the pics Dorothy had just taken and would have sent to him if he only had a phone, he would have been ecstatic.

Nevertheless, his cock felt good in his hand as he lay on the bed where he slept as a guest. It was hard as a rock and fleshy. The head stuck out like a helmet and was already oozing pre-cum as he imagined sucking Dorothy’s tits. Holding it in his whole fist, he jerked up and down harder and faster, the pleasure carrying him away. His balls were tight as he imagined plunging his prick deep into Dorothy’s wet cunt as he humped her. As his jacking away made fleshy noises, he thought about how it would sound when they fucked—their bodies colliding with each other and the squishy sound of his dick going in and out of her cunt lips.

And then there was the feel of the softness of her plump belly against his. The way it jiggled so sexily as they fucked. And her tits! Oh my, her big, luscious tits! He imagined them bouncing up and down so hard as they screwed each other!

With this last image, Stefan let out a gasp, “Uh, Uh, OH FUCK!” and blew his cum load all over his hand and belly

A reader may think that Stefan only viewed Dorothy as a sexual conquest. However, that was far from the truth. True, her wonderful, fleshy, mature sexiness dominated his masturbation fantasies, but other aspects of Dorothy thrilled him just as much. He loved her easy-going, fun attitude. He also loved the way she was thankful for small gestures and cared for him. It showed through offering him coffee and treats, as well as her attentiveness to his stories. Her warm smile melted his heart, as well as her willingness to indulge in the physical touches that show love.

All of that combined made Stefan think that tomorrow afternoon couldn’t come soon enough!

The next afternoon, Dorothy was as nervous as a schoolgirl getting ready for the prom rather than an experienced sixty-seven-year-old woman. She could hardly wait for her partner to leave for his afternoon at the Senior Citizen Center. She asked a few questions about what was planned to determine how long he would be gone. As soon as the door closed on him leaving, she hurried to the bedroom to pick out an outfit.

It used to be easier to pick out a sexy outfit when she was young, but she did her best to find something that would be flattering at her age. Finally, Dorothy decided on a long skirt, a light fabric top that had lace sleeves and lace in the front vee-neck. It was a shirt that showed off her cleavage well. Under this, she wore black lace bikini panties and a sexy black bra that showed the shape of her nipples. This combination ought to tease Stefan and show class as well. It was time to go pick Stefan up.

One of the problems Stefan had with not having a cell phone in this country was that he had no communication with Dorothy. He had given her his daughter’s address, and she said she would drive over and pick him up after her significant other left. So he was left to pace, waiting for her. Liking her as much as he did was a form of torture.

Kata and Aleza noticed their dad dressed up and pacing. When pressed, he admitted that he was waiting for a lady friend to pick him up. His daughters teased him for the details and he had to admit that he was going out with a woman who was, de facto, married.

“If I had known that you were hooking up with hot women, I’d have bought you a burner phone,” Kata teased.

“Be sure and treat her right, Papa. Keep that snake of yours in your trousers until she is ready or you’ll scare her off. God knows if any woman is ready for a randy man like you,” Aleza kidded.

“Fuck you both! A gentleman can have a woman if he wants, even if he is my age,” Stefan kidded back in a growl.

Aleza turned to Kata and said, “Listen to Papa. A gentleman, he says! A dirty old man is more like it!”

With that, Kata informed him that she and Aleza were going to get their nails done, and for him to have fun. About that time, Dorothy drove up and parked in front of the house. Kata told her dad it would be okay if he gave Dorothy her cell number, that she would be discreet. And with that, Stefan walked out the door.

Getting in the passenger side, Stefan complimented Dorothy on how good she looked. Kata and Aleza stepped out onto the porch and waved goodbye.

“That’s nice. I guess you told them about us. What did they say?” Dorothy queried.

“I did. I had to. They thought it was great, but teased me. Said I was a dirty old man,” Stefan told his sexy companion.

“Oh good. I like dirty old men. They are the best kind!” Dorothy replied with a wonderful smile.

Dorothy felt torn when she led Stefan into her home. She fully intended to cheat with him—and had the tacit, if not explicit, support of her partner to do so. Yet she hadn’t been with another man for decades. She felt the inertia of hesitation. It was all so new! Yet, she remembered how she felt at the park and afterward. Gathering her wits, she resolved to go ahead. They sat down and she offered Stefan some wine.

Dorothy was a connoisseur of fine wine and, therefore an excellent hostess. Stefan was not too fussy. He was a vodka man. Nevertheless, he let the charming Dorothy guide him and tried to see what she saw in the wine choice. One should always be open to new things, especially when a lovely and sexy woman is involved!

The wine eased their inhibitions and Dorothy’s hesitation. The conversation was good, but underlying it was the primal urge to mate. Stefan couldn’t keep his eyes off Dorothy’s well-displayed cleavage. He soon had his arm around her.

“I guess you think I’m a bit forward,” Dorothy queried.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it. I find it very attractive,” Stefan admitted.

“Do you find me attractive?” Dorothy asked, tilting her blonde head and gazing steadily into his eyes.

Stefan bent his head down to hers and kissed her hard on the lips.

After a moment, he said, “Very, very attractive.”

The kiss was long, hard, and passionate. It was as if their mouths and tongues couldn’t get enough of each other. They grappled on the sofa, reclining. Dorothy’s skirt rose up in an un-ladylike way, exposing her legs. She ran her hands up under his shirt, untucking it, until they caressed his bare back. He kissed her hard on the neck and onto her bare shoulder as far as her blouse allowed. She could feel the tantalizing hardness of his manhood through his pants.

“Let’s go to my bedroom, Stefan,” Dorothy suggested breathlessly.

“I thought you’d never ask,” replied her sexy lover.

They held each other and kissed into the bedroom, Stefan’s hands groping Dorothy’s full, ripe, body. Before they got to the bed, he was undoing the rest of the buttons and taking her blouse off. Dorothy assisted his efforts.

His shirt came off next and he moved behind her, kissing her neck and bare shoulders as his hands cupped her breasts. They were beautiful, full globes, teasingly sexy in her bra. The shape of her hard nipples was pronounced.

He reached his hands down and hooked his thumbs in the waist of her long skirt, pushing it down. Again Dorothy assisted his efforts until she was standing there in only her black bra and little lacy panties. Stefan appreciated the sexiness of her ripe tummy that hung over her panties, making them seem even tinier. It was a good, full, curvy body and sexy in that way that only bigger girls can pull off.

Her ass was full and nice as well. His cock was hard against it, teasing her with its firmness and size. He kissed her on the neck, sucking as if he was a vampire in a joking reminder of her earlier statement about him being a vampire.

“I’m going to drink your blood,” he said in his heavy accent.

“Mmm, go right ahead. Make me one of yours,” Dorothy replied.

Stefan spun around the five-foot-four sexagenarian beauty until her breasts and belly were pressing against him. He kissed her hard again, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Breaking the kiss, he said, “No, but I am going to eat your pussy. You like that?”

Stefan had never met a woman who didn’t.

“Oh god, yes. You can eat my pussy all you want,” Dorothy sighed.

Stefan pushed Dorothy back until she fell on the bed. She quickly positioned herself on it and spread her legs, inviting the erotic joys of cunnilingus. Stefan teasingly undid his pants and pulled them down and off.

It was now that Dorothy was able to finally have a look at his cock. It was big and reasonably thick as well. A real fuck tool jutting up at a proud forty-five-degree angle. It was better than she had hoped for. A porn star penis that would fill a woman with delight. And oh, how she needed that!

Stefan crawled onto the bed like an animal stalking its prey. His chest was hairy and his stiff rod waggled back and forth as he crawled towards her. Dorothy was breathless in anticipation of him.

Stefan pulled aside her black, lacy panties, exposing her muffin. Her lips were large and dark-tinted, her pussy shaven smooth. It was freshly shaven enough to know that she had done it for him. It warmed his heart.

Stefan began by licking the slit between her cunt lips. Then he took each one in turn and sucked them. Dorothy moaned out her pleasure at his tongue worship of her pussy. Then he worked his tongue into her hole, getting more forceful, flicking it around her clit, setting her on fire.

“Oh god, Stefan! It’s been a while. Oh god, yes!” she hummed.

Dorothy had been ready to suck Stefan’s cock from the minute she saw it. She had assumed that doing such would be a good way to escalate their foreplay. But, like a true gentleman, he had gone for her pussy, putting her pleasure first. The fact that his cock was hard proved that he was enjoying her body. Now she couldn’t wait for it to screw her—but not until her beaver had cum from his tongue first!

Dorothy had a tasty pussy. He loved mature twat with nice big lips. He enjoyed the view as well. Not only of her cunny but the soft curve of her belly above it and the big curves of her boobs poking up in her bra above that. Nothing but soft curves everywhere. She was like ripe fruit—delicious and ready to eat. And eating her was just what he was doing!

Next, Stefan slid his fingers into her tasty manhole, finger-fucking her as his tongue circled her love button. Dorothy reacted positively, running her fingers through his hair and pulling his head in tighter as she raised and spread her knees more to get him even closer to the honey hole.

“Oh, oh, oh, fuck yes! Eat me! Mmm…Stefan…Stefan…make me cum!” she cried out.

Dorothy was still wearing her sexy black bra but Stefan slid his hand under one cup and began to knead her tit. It was big, wonderful, and soft, with a hard nipple in the center. He twisted and pinched it, amping up her pleasure.

She reacted by reaching around back and undoing her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders, and giving him full access.

Any misgivings at having sex with this stranger in the bed she had shared with her partner for years had evaporated. This is what she needed. This is what she craved. Her partner would have to understand that. Because right now she was going to cum!

“OH, OH, OH GOD! STEFAN…STEFAN!” the sexy sexagenarian called out as her whole body shook with pleasure.

When her orgasm subsided, she found Stefan looking at her with a big smile. She could also see the residue of her pussy juice smeared on his face. He couldn't care less.

“I’m glad my sexy lady liked the kiss of the vampire. You have a very good pussy. Very good indeed!” Stefan told her.

“But now, I must eat your titties. A man must always enjoy breasts that look like yours. Such dark aureoles—the mark of a gypsy woman. Let's see if they put a spell on me,” Stefan told the erotically plump, big-titted blonde.

“Oh god, Stefan! Your mouth feels so good on my girls! It's been so long…so very long!” Dorothy gasped.

Stefan spent a good deal of time worshiping at the altar of Dorothy’s tasty tits. Her hard nipples were a treat in his mouth and a joy to his hand. And his other hand was equally involved as it rubbed and fingered her wonderful, wet cunt. Her whole body felt wonderful. There was just something special about a woman with so much fleshiness in her beautiful, big belly and body. Her extra plump softness just felt so good against his body.

Dorothy reciprocated, moaning softly and appreciatively as he pleasured her. She was so deserving of his attempts to make her feel like a queen! He almost forgot his own need for sexual gratification as he worked to drive her to ecstasy. But Dorothy was no one-way street. She worked as hard as he did at trying to send him to the moon.

Dorothy proferred one large, tasty globe, then the other, to his mouth. She ran her hands over his back and fondled his raging hard prick. And she told him how much she wanted him—how much she needed him.

“Oh, Stefan! I love how you suck my titties! Mmm…use your teeth on my nipples…mmm…like that…oh, like that! Do you like my big titties? They are all yours. All yours to do whatever you want with. My pussy too…oh god! It feels so good! So good! My whole body wants to fuck you…fuck you and never stop!” Dorothy cooed.

Stefan took the hint that the delicious blonde, mature, sex goddess was ready to fuck. She had been denied far too long of this ultimate pleasure, and it would be cruel to deny her for a minute longer.

“How do you want it?” Stefan inquired.

“Any way you like, honey,” was her polite reply.

Stefan put his face close to hers and said, seriously, “No. Not how I want it. I am good at any position. How do you want it? You deserve it the way you want.”

“I want to be on top, then. I like on top best,” Dorothy admitted, appreciative of Stefan’s thoughtfulness.

“On top it shall be then! Ride me like a…uh…cowgirl, I think you say,” Stefan told her.

Stefan rolled over on his back as the blonde clambered atop him. It was a bit more awkward with age than this move used to be, but it gave Stefan time to admire her curvy body further.

Dorothy, at last, lowered her body onto his rigid cock, reaching down below her belly to guide his prick into her honey hole. Her large, soft belly settled onto his at the same time his cock slid into her wonderful bald twat. Every pussy felt great the moment you entered it, but Dorothy’s seemed extra special as it swallowed his male member.

It was the perfect coupling. The oh-so-masculine male’s rampant penis inside the cozy, welcoming vagina of the lush-bodied female. The perfect moment of total union with the two becoming one.

And then the first tantalizing in-and-out strokes of Dorothy fucking him. Neither was in a hurry now that the mechanics of sex had begun. Both wanted to enjoy this moment to the fullest. Both had over a half-century of experience and wanted this feeling to last forever. To savor it and every feeling that came with it. There would never be another first time again between them, and it seemed as if their minds were as inextricably connected as their naked bodies now were.

It had been such a long time since Dorothy had screwed another man, that, despite the look of ecstasy on Stefan’s face, she was curious as to how she was doing, “Do you like this? Do you like me fucking your big, hard cock?”

The truth was, Stefan was thrilled. He had fucked his share of women of all ages and sizes, and Dorothy was right at the top. The curly-haired blonde rode him with surprising vigor as her clit milked every drop of pleasure from his rigid shaft that it was rubbing against.

And then there was the way her big round tits were bouncing and dangling in front of his face. Her large, dark aureoles and erect nipples beckoned with each bounce. Her large, soft tummy blanketed his with fleshy pleasure, as her cunt set his dick on fire. Her beautiful face seemed to lose twenty years as she alternately beamed and grimaced with the intensity of the effort and pleasure.

“I love you fucking my like this! Your picku…er…cunt feels so good! It sets my cock on fire! You fuck magnificently!” Stefan told her, almost slipping into his native tongue.

Soon, Stefan had one of her boobs in his mouth, sucking and biting it lightly. She leaned over to feed him better, and all the while her twat worked its magic on his prick. She rode him so vigorously that he slipped out, but quick as a flash, Dorothy reached down and re-inserted him into her well-lubed fuck hole.

“Oh god! I love your tits!” Stefan gasped, taking a breath before plunging back into her bouncy cleavage.

By now, Stefan was on the brink of cumming. He tried to stay on the edge for as long as he could, but the hot, BBW sexagenarian made it impossible. This woman knew how to put SEX in SEXagenarian!

Stefan arched his back and drove his hips upwards, jamming his cock in as deep as it would go.

As he did so, and while twisting her nipples, Stefan climaxed, “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK ME!”

Dorothy looked at him through slitted brown eyes that sparkled with sex as he bucked under her. His throbbing dick shot its cum load deep into her womb.

Few things in life brought Dorothy more pleasure than making her man cum, and Stefan certainly deserved it. Moments like this were one of the things she missed about sex. Moments that had been cruelly yanked away from her by her partner.

She thought of the words of the Pat Benatar song, Heartbreaker—“You're the right kind of sinner to release my inner fantasy”.

“Oh god, Stefan! Fuck me! I’m so close!” she cried out when his orgasm had subsided.

It had been a very long time since she had climaxed with a man’s cock inside her and nothing felt better. And now she was in that delicious area where her whole body felt euphoric. She felt the high you feel when you are about to topple into sexual bliss.

Recovering his wits, Stefan pushed his groin up to meet hers. Dorothy twerked on his love muscle to extract every bit of pleasure from it. As she did so, Stefan reached behind her and began to spank her ass on every stroke. The sting felt delicious when coupled with the indescribable pleasure welling from her vagina.

“Oh my god, Stefan! STEFAN! OH MY GOD, STEFAN! OH, OH, OH FUUUCK!” the BBW goddess cried out as she orgasmed hard.

The orgasm shook every part of her body as she came. Her eyes shut tight, then popped wide open with each new and varying jolt of ecstasy. Her face contorted in that crazy way that orgasms cause. It had to be the best climax in a decade!

And the crazy thing was, despite the orgasm’s length and intensity, she felt another coming down the pike the moment she thought it was all over.

“Keep it up!” Dorothy hissed through clenched teeth, as she felt explosion number two welling up.

Stefan complied, eager to make his sex partner cum again. There are few things more erotic than watching a woman cum, and Stefan hadn’t had his fill yet of that.

Dorothy’s curly hair was dangling on either side and in front of her face like a real mess. That always seemed to make sex that much more real, Stefan realized.

It was when a woman’s carefully coiffed hair was wild from the exertions of sex; her makeup in shambles; her eyes glistening with an inner fire; and her body sweating from the effort of fucking—that was when a woman looked her most beautiful. Whether she was on top of you, or under your naked body, this was the moment she was the most real. And Dorothy was very real right now.

His spanks had sent her off before, so now Stefan doubled down on them, slapping her sexy ass hard with meaty spanks.

All Dorothy could say was, “Harder, you fucker!”

It was better than she had imagined it would be. Sex with Stefan wasn’t a fine Chardonnay. In other words, it wasn’t elegantly “making love”. No, it was a Merlot in the beginning, chased quickly by a shot of whiskey. Right now, it was a double shot of whiskey laced with gunpowder! In other words, it was “fucking” in every strenuous, earthy, sweaty, raw sense of the word.

Dorothy had a penchant for men with a dangerous streak. When she was young, she had been a biker chick. Her boyfriend lived on the edge, and sex was raw. In her middle age, things had mellowed, but now she was getting the holy shit fucked out of her by a man who seemed to have a hidden, dangerous side.

Stefan seemed Old-World charming on the facade, but during sex, she could see he was like a gangster dressed in an expensive suit. He was rough and raw and brought out the whore in her.

And Dorothy liked it—being the slut, the biker babe again. The dirty-minded blonde with the big tits that would fuck anybody, anyway, anyhow.

“Spank it harder! Spank me like a whore!” Dorothy commanded, driven to the extreme edge of pleasure and pain.

“Fuck my cock, you fucking whore!” Stefan growled, sounding dangerous, as he read her mood.

Dorothy obeyed her stud and fucked him even faster. In response, Stefan grabbed her tit and squeezed it hard, then twisted her nipple again. The feeling was exquisite.

Stefan had to admit that Dorothy had surprised him. Not that he didn’t expect decent sex, but she took it to the next level, surrendering herself to him completely. It was rare for a woman to do this, especially the first time she had sex with a new man. This hot, fleshy, mature blonde was a revelation! He wanted more of her, more of everything she offered. And this went beyond the sex. It was the beginning of love.

“You fucking bastard! You dirty prick!” Dorothy called out, her clit on fire.

With her cunt and his cock covered in their combined, creamy sex juices, and her body screaming for release, there was only one thing Dorothy could do now—surrender.

She let go with a massive orgasm that mirrored the first. Her whole body shook as she stiffened on his rigid fuck pole. She closed her eyes and gasped, then began to grind on him for a second while the main climax hit her hard.

“OH GOD, YOU FUCKER! OH MY GOD! OH, OH, FUCK!” she hissed between clenched teeth.

If there was anything hotter than seeing a large, fleshy, naked woman on top of you jiggling and shaking her ample assets, then Stefan didn’t know what that was. Dorothy may have been sixty-seven, but at the moment, she looked, and fucked, like a hot forty-year-old. She was a hidden jewel among women. And Stefan couldn’t get enough of her.

As the orgasm subsided, the grimace on her face turned into a huge smile and she relaxed, laying atop him with her wonderful body and softly kissing him. Both of them savored the feeling of being connected, and Dorothy let Stefan’s penis soften slowly inside her well-fucked cunt. Their crotches and the bed sheets below them were a wet mess, but neither cared.

Finally, Dorothy rolled off of her lover to lay by his side and bask in the afterglow of their sex. She ran her hands over his chest as he did the same to her, softly caressing her girls and her tummy. She had been worried that he wouldn’t like the look of her naked, with her plump belly. However, she quickly realized that he loved the way she looked and enjoyed her imperfect belly and bigger size. She felt a real love for him at this moment. Something that had been missing for so long.

Too soon it was time for Stefan to go, before Dorothy’s roommate and former lover returned. Stefan offered to walk back to his daughter’s house, leaving Dorothy to continue to lie there in bliss. After he was gone, she knew that she should get up and shower and change the sheets, but the reality was, she didn’t want this moment, this feeling, to end. She felt true bliss—something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

So Dorothy lay there, on the soaked sheets. Soaked with a memento of their frantic sex. Of their coming together. Of their total abandonment and enjoyment of each other. Idly she reached down and rubbed between her pussy lips. They were covered in the dregs of his cum and her pussy juice. A whitish, musky reminder of total euphoria.

Dorothy brought her fingers to her lips and tasted the mixed juice. Its musky odor was heady and erotic. She thought of her daughter, the one who was always telling her that she acted as if she was forty. Wouldn’t she be shocked if she had witnessed what had just gone on here in this bed? Her mother acting like a slut with a strange man, fucking and sucking like a woman half her age. The thought brought a smile to Dorothy’s face.

Meanwhile, Stefan walked in the door at his daughter’s, Kata’s, house. He was met by both daughters as he did. It was as if they were mothers waiting for a teenage son at midnight after a first date.

“Well, there is a big smile. Oh, and by the way, your zipper is undone,” Kata observed.

“Oh my god, Papa! I know what you’ve been doing! I can tell. All I want to know is if she was nice, and did you have a good time?” Aleza said, laughing.

“She is a wonderful woman, and we had a very good time. A most excellent time, if you want to know,” Stefan told his daughters, then added, “I think I’m going to stay here in America a bit longer if you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t mind. Stay as long as you want,” Kata replied.

It was obvious that Papa Stefan had a new love. And possibly a new chapter in his life. What that would come to was yet to be determined.