FUN WITH WIPCREAM pt. 2

FUN WITH WIPCREAM pt. 2

"Okay," she said without missing a beat and looking at him, smiling, right in the eye. "This time it's your turn" and she kissed Colin briefly on the lips, then reached down and playfully tweaked his still hard penis. "You jump and I'll catch you."

Colin knew this was a nutty game, but he was aroused -- and a little bewildered. The first time, not wanting to hurt her, he jumped too far away and missed her completely. "Come on," she chided him. "I'll catch you!" so Colin jumped backward and fell against Grandma's soft chest and again they settled to the bottom, this time with grandma holding him.

They did this a few more times. Colin liked it best when he was on the bottom so his stiff member could probe her ass crack. She liked it too as she lingered there for a few extra moments before surfacing. He felt her old, soft tits through the suit, ran his fingers along her belly and once even stroked her thighs and gently put three fingers on her crotch and pressed hard enough to feel the pubic hairs underneath and the indentation of her pussy. Grandma either did not mind or was so other-directed that she did not notice.

For the first time, he seriously thought about fucking this woman. Was it like with younger women? The thought of sinking his prick into her old tight pussy made him wild with desire. Again, he found himself laughing to himself aloud.

Eventually, she got out of the water and began drying her hair with the beach towel. Colin was not sure what was going to happen next but said, half-jokingly while they were drying off on the beach. "How about one of those sundaes of yours?"

But grandma just looked through him and said nothing. Her stare was cold. Colin was confused -- and a little pissed. She started to walk away so he ran up behind her and playfully wrapped his arms around her waist. "Not even a midnight snack?" he asked, pressing his cock against her backside.

The old woman removed his arms from around her as though she were pulling sea nettles from her foot. "Young man, you keep your hands to yourself!" and without another word, she marched up the beach and into her room where the lights abruptly went off.

After his amazement subsided, Colin was furious. He had often used the word "dick-teaser" for the flirty young things in the office, but this was something else altogether. He could have lived with a smiling rejection of his modest advances, but her haughty manner infuriated him.

Without knowing exactly why he was doing it, Colin walked onto her porch. It was well past midnight now. There was not a sound anywhere except for the barely audible lapping of the waves on the beach. He thought for a moment in the darkness. He was both angered and aroused. His heart was pounding, and he found himself wild with desire for this contrary old woman. But as he recalled the firmness when he probed her crotch underwater and the softness of her breasts, he decided to make a move. There was no sound from inside. He carefully slid the screen door back and went inside.

Colin heard the whirring of the overhead fan in the bedroom, but nothing else. He peered into the bedroom and was surprised to see it was carefully made up. She was not around anywhere. At that moment, the front door opened, and the old woman walked in with a small bag, something she needed from her car parked just outside.

She flicked the light on and looked up.

"Grandma" looked even older in this light; Colin decided. Her hair was wet and brushed straight back and her belly looked chubbier than before. Still, she did not appear frightened or even angry. But she was not pleased, either.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"I came for a sundae," Colin said.

For the first time the old woman looked confused, then she resumed her composure and confronted him with a look straight at his eyes. "I don't have any time to make sundaes," she said. "It's late. Go home."

Colin smiled and shook his head. "Then I'll just have to make my own," he said. He walked past the old woman and searched in the refrigerator where he found a can of whipped cream and a bottle of maraschino cherries. He started shaking the can of whipped cream.

"I can make a pretty nifty dessert myself," he explained. "But I would really like you to serve me this sundae." He felt his heart pounding as he walked in front of the old woman. Her face was still impassive.

Colin firmly slipped one bathing suit strap off her shoulder then (to his surprise) angrily pulled off the other and yanked the top down so her tits slapped against her belly. "You see," he said, "you want to serve me dessert. I really do."

He squirted the whipped cream in a large circle that covered the aureole on her left breast and watched as her nipple turned hard in the instant. She recoiled a little, but Colin smiled then forced his mouth on her, licking and sucking while feeling the other breast with his right hand. They were deliciously soft, and he squeezed the right breast hard while sucking relentlessly on the left. She let out a little squeal but did nothing else. Then he sprayed whipped cream all over the right breast and licked it off, biting, sucking, chewing, trying to consume the whole of her. The sweet taste of the cream and the softness of her elderly dug in his teeth aroused him even more. Colin felt feral as he stood up to look at her.

The old woman's eyes were slightly closed but her face was otherwise unrevealing of anything. There was a slight quickness in her breathing. Colin sprayed the cream on her neck and eyes where it dripped onto her tits, her belly, and the floor. He licked the whiteness off her face while she caught her breath once, twice. He forced her mouth open and searched for her tongue with his own, holding her to him, feeling the soft, warm, sticky tits squishing against his own bare chest.

Colin was breathing harder himself but said not another word. He suckled briefly at her breasts again, then with resolute force, placed both hands inside her suit and yanked it forcibly to the floor. She almost squatted down from the force of it, but touched his hair briefly, lovingly, as he pulled the suit off her delicate, painted toes. He lingered there, spraying some more whipped cream on the toes. She fell back against the table as he licked the cream off the delicately painted toes, one by one, then took the whole dainty foot in his mouth, sucking on it while she made an indistinguishable sound, a moan, a sigh?

Now the pussy. The cave. Oh, how he had hungered for it. He never realized how much. The pool, the sea. He immediately flung himself at the hairy, ancient vagina and the old woman fell against the chair by the table. He thrust his tongue into her cave and could taste her own juices and the salt from the sea. He lapped at her like a thirsty man lap at a proffered glass of ice water.

He was breathing heavily now, as was the old woman. He could hear heavy moans as he licked and toyed with her pink lips, pressed his fingers into her ass, and stroked her fat, but smooth thighs. "Turn around," he forced out. Grandma obediently complied, leaning against the chair. Colin shook the whipped cream again and shot the sweet, cool cream on her ass. She jumped in surprise, but he put a firm hand on her waist and eagerly licked it off. He nipped at her droopy ass cheeks with his teeth, and she yelped once, then submitted to the tiny bites, and his agile tongue sucking or licking the cream from every crack in her. He forced his tongue into her ass and reached around to grope her pussy, reaching up to grab her soft and pliable tits. His hands were sticky with the cream and her juices.

"Around!" he managed to command, and the old woman turned around. Colin held his open hand up to her and she licked the palm, the fingers, and, finally, blessedly, reached into the front of his trunks to grab at his rock-hard member and massage the pre cum into her own hand. But he was not yet finished.

Colin tried to control his breathing for a moment, fiddled with the cheery jar, and plucked one long-stemmed cheery out. He bent down as if worshiping at the shrine of her elderly vagina and plunged the cold cherry into her with his finger. He heard the old woman catch her breath. He whooshed great loads of whipped cream around her pussy hair, so the cheery stem stuck out from it. Yes, he would have his sundae!

He proceeded to lick the cream and pull the cherry out with his teeth, then plopped it into his mouth. Colin stood in front of the old woman, her eyes open but glazed over now, her breathing heavy. Defiantly, he grabbed her breast and started chewing the cherry in front of her face, the juice dripping off his lips.

To his surprise, the woman put her hand behind Colin's head and forced her mouth on his. She breathed into him, her tongue shooting in and out, finally grabbing the cherry pieces and chewing them with the same wild gusto he had seen in the sea and by the pool. Colin reached down still further and put two, then four, and finally all five fingers into her hot and creamy pussy, while she screamed, "God, I'm coming, don't stop, faster, faster. OH yes right there."

Colin turned her around again. "Bend over," he said. "Bend over the chair." She was moaning, groaning, the breaths coming fast like Colin's own. He flipped the trunks off his body and saw his phallus spring out looking longer than she ever remembered seeing it, angry and insistent. Colin rubbed the pre cum along her ass then plunged it into the old tight hole and grabbed at her tits swinging over the table in time with his grunted ramming. She took it. She took it all repeatedly and again until he spurted so strongly, he knew the old woman could feel it throughout her body. She swallowed hard and he wondered if she could taste it as well. One more thrust and she fell across the chair, spent, Colin's sperm dripping down her legs mixing with the whipped cream, the cherry juice, the old woman's juices, and the sea . . .
When she spoke, she could only whisper? "That was the best fuck I've ever had," she said. At last, Grandma fell back on the chair, her heavy, pickled ass drooping over the sides, her legs spread out in front of her, her pussy wet, alive, and young in contrast to the elderly body sitting down.

But soon she was up and reached for the can of whipped cream.

"You've convinced me," she said, smiling now as she did in the sea. "I think I will make your dessert," and she began shaking the can of whip cream and moving toward Colin with only the sound of the overhead fan in the room and the whoosh of the sea, so far away now.