Mature Black Loofah

"Gods..." he groaned, looking up at the ceiling and then down at her taut back ridge running from her cute shoulder blades to her ass.

With a zip and a flick, he let his cock out. Thick and matured flesh was hanging before the young girl's face, as she smiled with glee. It would take seconds before she had it in her mouth, and yanked his pants down his legs. She wanted it all, his length, his balls. She painted each with her spittle as he moaned. Slurping, sucking, and moaning around his meat, she served him passionately.

Kissing the underside of his cock as she stroked it with a dainty hand, she smiled up at him, piercing blue eyes making his manhood twitch as she held it.

"This is the happiest I've seen you."

"I could say the same." She lifted his cock and found his balls with her lips, kissing each and sucking on them tenderly. "But I just feel lucky."

"Lucky?"

"Yeah, I think I got the hottest man in the retirement community... and a big cock to boot." She smiled, and made it a point to take his length into her mouth, sliding it across her tongue until a violent gag stopped her halfway down her stem. She wasn't quite broken in as some women, but it was endearing.

"You're pretty messed up in the head, girl."

"Tell me something I don't know." She stared into the eye of his cock stoically in response, stroking him, watching it wink at her.

A hand came across her head, running his fingers through her frizzy brown hair before grabbing a clump of it and pulling her face up to look at him.

"Lie down," he ordered, sternly.

Tilly's eyelid twitched and lips quivered at the dominant order. Quickly and eagerly, she did as she was told. Rushing backwards on the bed and lying flat, legs spread wide for him to have full access.

A long pause in the action, Ethan stared at her, submissively prostrate for him, glistening with eager dribbles of arousal from her slit and nipples poking proudly from her chest. Her eyes were wide with excitement, she couldn't be any more into this. The last few ounces of guilt he had, he locked away. In a way, she was right, she was a grown woman capable of making her own decisions. And if old men were her thing, well, why not him?

Shedding his shirt, his barrel chest came into view. Tattoos in elaborate patterns of places and things or inscriptions of warrior iconography painted his abdomen. Atop his chest, frizzled grey hairs coated him. He was muscular and tanned, veiny, and stronger than most men even Tilly's age. Maybe that was why she looked so enamored at the sight, even more so at his scars of war that dotted him every so often on his stretch of tanned skin.

Snatching her ankle, he pulled her to the side of the bed swiftly, like a doll.

"Eeeek," she yipped, finding herself at the edge of the bed with her ass.

It was so close, that pink little rose so tight and juicy looking below him. Every tight inch of this girl looked to be so fun to play with, from her extra-long brown hair, soft breasts, and thin thighs. He wanted to run his lips across every square inch to taste how sweet and fresh she was. Yet, with his cock at attention and standing between her legs, he needed to remind her of her place. A few swift slaps of his cock along her pussy made her yelp, melting along the bedsheets as her eyes watched its girth near her petite hole.

"What is it you want?" he asked her, his hands grabbing her thighs and stroking them.

"Do I even need to say it?"

"No, I know what carnal little pleasures you want, girl. That's obvious." He stroked her wet bits with his thumb to make a point; Tilly whining salaciously in return. "But what do you want with me? After we get our rocks off, what is the deal?"

He pet her cunt gently, Tilly cooing as she thought of a response to the rather pointed question. It was like he was holding her raging sex drive hostage as he toyed with her clit, making her squirm on the bed as he interrogated her. She wondered if this was a normal strategy at his last job.

"A friend," she finally answered.

"Oh, just a friend, huh?" He dared to feel the opening of her pink hole. Sure, enough it sucked his thumb in and squeezed it, it was going to be a hard fit for his cock. But she was no virgin, that much was obvious.

"A friend with a little bit more." She smiled, biting her lip as she felt him explore her womanhood.

"A 'little-bit-more' friend, huh?"

"Mmmhmmm."

"All right... we can do that," he conceded. Getting on his knees, he brought his face between her thighs, hot breaths and prickly beard tickling her flesh.

"Huh? Ahhhhhh!" she yelped, as his mouth fell upon her lips. Her bare flesh versus his coarse beard made the sensation of his eating her out five times as potent. She couldn't say she had had that before. He was good, too-- licking at the sensitive bits around her hood, kissing slowly along her clit and labia, and sticking his tongue as far as he dared into her hole. Like a pioneer, he settled his lovemaking along her frontier, wet slurps, hot breaths, and lapping making her cry out and hold on to the bedsheets for dear life.

Taking his turns, he would retreat, gnaw at the little bit of meat on her thigh with his teeth as she shuddered, her hands grabbing at his grey hairs atop his head. When she looked down, she could see her juices coating his beard, just before he dove back into her sex.

"Been a while since I tasted a girl so sweet." His voice rumbled across her slit, vibrating her lower sensitivities 'til she arched her back in pleasure. She laughed amidst her writhing, bright smile across her face as one of her hands sought to tweak at her sensitive nipple. "What's so funny?" He sat up, looming over her once more. He noticed what her own hands did, quickly replacing hers and grabbing both her budding nubs with his coarse hands.

"Eeeeeaahhhhh." Her breath was stolen as she wiggled beneath his grasp. He was not gentle, but in a way she was surprised to enjoy it. He took her body to a limit she did not know, rubbing her pink idols affectionately between the pads of his thumb and index finger. "Just that... I didn't think I'd hear you say something so... pervy." One eye open amidst her wash of pleasure, she stuck her tongue out at him between moans.

"Pervy? Hey now." He resented the notion.

"I never said I hated it... eeeehhhhhaah."

"Fine then, sweetness, let me taste something else." He quickly pulled her up by grabbing the back of her neck, her whole body was brought off the bed until she was face to face with Ethan. With little warning, he kissed her, savored her, enjoyed her soft pink lips like a lover. She winced at the feeling of his beard across her face for a moment, still moist with her love juice. But as he pressed upon her his affection, she came to enjoy how a man felt against her. He did so with full force, bringing her up 'til she was all but forced to wrap her legs around him. Tilly's small body dangled at the mercy of her grip on his muscular shoulders and his hand on her neck and hip.

They danced in the middle of his room, her glistening white flesh against his tanned and aged body. Even she began to press passion unto him, moving her own face to kiss and lavish him. Both shared a strange and new affection. Her lips soon traveled beyond his, kissing his cheek, chin, and then neck where she nibbled. Meanwhile, a hand beneath her brought his next instrument of passion to her opening as she clung to him in the air.

"Hey." He pulled her face away from his neck, her head back as she caught her breath.

"Hey." Her girlish smile captivated him, as he felt her juices dripping over the head of his cock.

"You sure you want this?" Ethan's eyes dove into her once more, ascertaining her desire, deeper than the lustful whining she had played up to that point.

"I've been thinking about it since the soup aisle."

Call it his own bias for affirmation, or an actual perception of her intent, when she said yes, he believed it.

Softly, he guided his cock to her little pink hole, Tilly's eyelid twitching as she felt herself parted along his trunk.

"Oooh," she said, shifting as she held on to him, feeling him opening her as he slid in.

"Never had a man like this?" He felt the reluctance of her sex, but saw the desire in her eyes.

Tilly could only shake her head through the discomfort, she feigned a smile amidst their joining of flesh.

Coming to the dresser, Ethan placed her down upon it, back leaning against the wall as she kept her legs spread wide, her pussy dripping off the edge of the wood. Ethan wanted to see this moment, the moment he penetrated this girl. The moment he opened up new depths previously unknown in this girl. It was a carnal desire he almost felt ashamed of, but he was reminded of how much of a little slut she was, each time she nudged her legs wider and smiled.

"Don't hold back... I want to hurt a bit..." Tilly bit her lip, her toes curling behind him as he again pressed inside.

For several long moments, long breaths, squeaks, and slimy smacks of flesh were all the conversation between the pair. Ethan gave in to his passion, sliding in a bit more selfishly as she writhed beneath him and he felt her struggling to open up to his girth. Yet, before long, like he knew she could, she accepted all of him, trembling at the full feeling this older man brought her as she held her legs open atop the dresser.

"Ohhhhh my god," she said, in one hot exhale. Her eyes watered, looking up at Ethan as he pulled back. The air was stolen from her as he exited, and a quick breath brought back to her as he slammed forward. Quickly, he began to bring to her a cadence that made her scream; whorish cries of ecstasy and yearning in his ear as she felt him slam her thin thighs over and over, and his cock split her repeatedly.

"Yesss, yesss, yesss!" she whined, body shaking as he did this deed to her lithe body. Like no other feeling this girl had previously, and unashamed of the choice of man to bring her home that day.

"Come here." He scooped her up, still fucking her in the air as he walked the eager girl to his bed once more. With strong legs, he lay down across the bed, teen atop him, skewered as she felt her trembling thighs. In charge, she began to raise and lower herself on him, crying out with each wet plop of her ass against his thighs. This went on for a long while, until her own legs began to melt at the pain and pleasure she forced upon herself. Enjoying what claim she could make on the efforts of their lovemaking that day.

Sensing this, Ethan threw her to the bed, face first. Like a good girl, she kept her ass in the air, knowing her place in life.

Running his hand up her back and through her long brown hair, he found the roots of her locks atop her head and grabbed a handful of them. Deftly, he pulled her head up until her body was held against his.

"Doing okay, my 'little-bit-more' friend?" He bit her ear, growling as her own breaths purred.

"Mmmhmmm." She could only mumble amidst the pleasure.

"Good girl."

He kept his hold of her hair, pushing her forward and guiding her ass to meet his cock. Finding her wet, little slit between her thighs was easy, and from there, he began his assault. Hard, fast, and rough he landed strikes across her small frame. Pounding her into the bed, holding her dominantly as she whined and quaked at his possessiveness. Her eyes looked up at him in reverence as he owned her pink blushing tulip, never before realizing how a man could treat her so harshly, yet so good.

Ethan was fighting his own battle amidst this, her tight cunt begging him to release his seed into her. It squeezed his cock relentlessly, and if he were a lesser man, he would have spewed into her young womb without thought or control. However, this gentleman was not going to forget the lady's needs, and his patience would soon be rewarded.

"I'm coming... I'm coming!" she cried, her whole body tensing as her pussy gripped him fiercely; he stroked her insides furiously as she did so, letting her feel out its length as she rumbled amidst his rod. Her mouth slacked and drooled as she gasped for breath, eyes rolling in the back of her head as he still gripped it tightly.

"Mmmmm," he groaned, still holding back his own, enjoying every slippery bit of her insides. "You okay, sweetie?" He held for a moment, waiting to hear her reply.

"Ah... ah... amazing..." Her voice was raspy.

"You want to stop?" Ethan ensured, though his body angrily desired to press forward with its own needs.

"No... you.... you cum... I'm yours to use..." She turned her head and smiled, seeing in his eyes how much he wanted it.

Letting go of her hair, he turned her over, mounting her missionary style as he fondly looked down at her. It was during these few moments, as they looked eye to eye, and Ethan was able to watch over her that he felt a small bit of fondness growing. It was rather unlike Ethan, a man who was fond of his solitude and unattached lifestyle. But in these past sixth months, trying to rediscover his own life in retirement, never had he looked at something or someone he truly felt fond of. This Tilly... or Reese girl, was something else.

Her cute mouth opened up and wide eyes looked up at him as he fucked her at a moderate pace, a pace that was intent on capitalizing on the feeling of every inch of her insides. His hands held hers against the bed. Her small tits bounced with each shove his body gave hers. Tilly was intently watching his pleasured expression, giving him a cute coo or beckoning moan from time to time. As he continued, he came closer to his own release, mentally allowing himself to come to climax over several fond strokes of his cock.

Suddenly, Tilly pulled herself off of him, feeling his cock twitch as she slid down the bed to grab his manhood in her mouth. She stroked him gently with her hand, lapping her tongue along his bottom edge as hot ropes began to shoot into her throat.

"Eehh, mmm, mmmm, mmmmm, mmmm." Was all he could hear as the young girl drank his sperm in turn. She was good at it, but obviously surprised how much the old man could dish out. Her eyes got to watering again, before she contently licked him clean and lay back in victory.

"Fuck."

"Damn."

They both exclaimed, each blushing and looking at one another with astonished affection. While Tilly still looked at him in reverence, Ethan's senses began to return to him as he had realized what he had done. After all that indignant judging he had done at the grocery store, and lecturing he gave her on the ride home, he was no better than any of the other men.

Her warm tender touch met his cheek as she lay beneath him, having swallowed his full load and cleaned his dribbling tip with a lick. She looked at him with a warm smile, stroking his beard as she scratched at his chin beneath it.

"That was really good..." Tilly reassured him, almost as if she could sense his regret. To seal such a comfort, she reached up to him, locking her soft lips amidst his beard embracing him. He reciprocated the affection, closing his eyes as he came to terms with what his selfish desire wanted.

"Well... I've been known to show a lady a good time." He sank to the mattress beside her, both lying nude, bodies touching each other. Tilly made a point to curl up in the midst of his larger frame, petting his strong arms and chest as she begged him to remain at her side with a few scoots of her rear against his crotch.

"I can tell... I don't think I've ever felt so well... done..." A girlish giggle escaped her as she looked up at Ethan, her hair brushing against his chest as she pressed against him.

"Good." Ethan for a change was at a loss for words, pining for some sort of verbal parry to excuse what he had done to continue this exchange. All he could manage, in a flight of stray fancy, was to kiss the top of her sweet head. Tilly's scented locks burned his nostrils as he wrapped an arm around her and cupped her flat stomach.

For several long moments, they lay silent, naked, spooning amidst the neatly made bed. Both thought through what was next, neither quite sure where to take it.

After small playful touches from fingers and toes and nuzzles of faces into chests, Ethan took a deep, centering breath. His last-ditch effort to gain control of the situation.

"So, my 'little-bit-more' friend, what now?" He pushed back, so he could look her directly in the eye.

It was eye contact she couldn't maintain, biting her lip and toying with her hair as she nervously tried to answer. Her mouth opened and closed for a time, as she tried to form words, but she simply struggled to voice what was on her mind.

"Level with me, why are you in the Preserve alone? Looking for older men?"

"It's not like that, I'm not just a gold digger..." She managed to look him in the eye when she said it, Ethan with his skills in reading people knew she was not lying. "I just am trying to get away."

"And go where?"

Tilly was stunned by the return question. Most when they heard "get away" would ask "from what?" but here, Ethan was asking the opposite. This, of course, was the harder of the two questions. It was easy to conjure motivation to leave a bad situation, but hard to know where to go.

"Somewhere safe."

"Hmmmm."

Tilly scooted closer to him, almost implying that the safe place was amidst his body.

"Strange men feel safe to you?"

"I'd hardly call you strange at his point." She smiled, looking at her naked and wet form.

"One-night stand does not a familiar man make."

"Good thing it's not nighttime." She nodded her head to the afternoon sun sneaking through the blinds of his bedroom. "Plus, we have already said we are friends... so." She shrugged.

"Sure enough. But what, do you intend to stay with me?" he pointedly asked in a harsh tone, as if he was opposed to the idea.

"Well... you are sort of a nice guy... handsome... strong... I thought we sort of clicked."

Ethan stared at her, blank face, making her squirm her cute butt against him as she became nervous. But before long, he laughed, wiping his hand across his face as he sighed and looked to the ceiling.

"What!" Tilly whined, smacking his arm.

"Gods... I don't know." He shook his head, looking the naked teen over. "I can't say I've had such a puzzle since I retired. Not like you."

"You looked pretty bored, honestly."

"What?!" Ethan shoved her playfully.

"You did! Walking down the soup aisle so methodically, trying to ignore everyone around you. Like, come on, what did you think you were going to do for retirement?"

"Not fuck around with a nineteen-year-old girl."

"Surprise." She grinned, cutely.

He shook his head and smiled, watching the ceiling fan above him swirl.

"Ethan..."

"Yeah?"

"I promise I just need a place to be 'til I figure things out... I don't want anything from you. You don't need to give me any money, you don't need to buy things for me, nothing."

"Well, do you have money?"

"Well... not really much..."

"You're gonna at least need a new shirt, your current one is in tatters."

They shared a laugh.

"Okay, maybe I need some help... but you can do whatever you want to me." She waved her hands around her naked body, smiling like she was some sort of prize.

Ethan sighed, looking at her rather seriously.

"Tilly, don't give a man that so easily. Not for something as little as a roof and new clothes."

Looking at him, Tilly's eyes watered some. Though she was able to hold it back, she looked touched by the compassion Ethan showed her, despite his initial resistance to her when they first met.

"Okay... well, damn..." She wiped her eyes, clearing her throat to hold back her feelings. "... well, maybe I want to be fucked like that some more." She grabbed Ethan's cock and rubbed it within her hand. Her face grew a bit pale as she felt him getting hard once more amidst her grip, and his eyes washed over her with a sexual hunger.

"So, roof... food... and sex... huh?"

"Sounds about right." She kept stroking him, watching his cock grow back, furiously. Her lower half squirmed, wondering if she could take another pounding.

"Tell me one thing first."

"Okay..." She stopped stroking, meekly holding his cock.

"What is it you are running from?"

Tilly shifted uncomfortably, the weight of her life looming over her despite her attempted escape inside the space of her head.

"I have to know, at least in generalities, if you are going to stay here. If your folks are worried about you, I doubt they'd want to hear your shacking up with a man as old as me."

She toyed with the tip of his cock, rubbing her thumb against his head as she stared at it.

"No one is going to be worried about me."

"No one is a pretty big generality."

Tilly now put her head back to look at the ceiling fan much like Ethan. "My mom hasn't worried about me for years, not since my dad died and she went off with her dirtbag boyfriend who's nearly my age."

Ethan tilted his head, the details getting a bit scandalous; ironically, as he was the inverse of such a situation with Tilly.

"So is your fetish for old guys some way to get back at her for doing the same?"

Tilly laughed, surprising amidst the heavy sentiment. "No funnily enough I had a thing for older men beforehand. Seems like my mom liked them younger though."

"I see."

"Things sort of came to a head when her dirtbag boyfriend, Keith, came on to me a few weeks back." She shuddered, scooting close to Ethan for comfort once more. "I called him and my mom out on it and, in exchange, she kicked me out of the house. Been living out of my car ever since."

"That's a shame."

"Yeah... it's a shame..." Tilly stared up for a long, silent moment, before turning over and facing Ethan, stroking his cock once more.

"So, that's my story... at least at a surface level."

"Yeah... well, thanks for being honest with me." Ethan's eye twitched as she grabbed him in a nice way and used some of his own lubricant to make it feel heavenly.

"So, your turn." She teased again, fishing for more about her mysterious friend.

"Ha... hold on, that wasn't part of the deal."

"Oh come on, I dished, now you."

"You heard a story from me that I hadn't told many already."

"You don't strike me as a one-story kind of guy. "

"Maybe not."

"Well?!"

"Well?"

"Ugh, you are impossible."

"Well, maybe I am, but I have a distinct feeling, you're going to be able to fish it out of me at some point... friend." Ethan pushed her onto her back, gripping her arms near the shoulder and holding her down.

"For now, you've egged me on enough. Tell me now if that was an accident." Ethan dared to ensure this inexperienced girl didn't just stroke his cock to not consent to another round.

Fire bloomed in Tilly's eyes, a smile upon her face as she began to breathe sharply.

"Oh no, no accident." She shook her head.

That was all she could speak for the next hour, as Ethan and she grew more and more physically acquainted, and he stretched her body and mind into new sexual possibilities. Their arrangement would soon unlock more within the both of them and their budding relationship that neither was truly prepared for.​