Chapter 1

It had been a long, long time since Harry had a mind-blowing blow job.

He didn’t ask for it. It had been on his mind ever since he first met the delightful young masseuse with a totally cute attitude that made him remember his younger depraved days.

It had been one of those things that just happen for no reason other than mutual urgings on both their parts and the most likely next step in a blossoming relationship that started slow and now was red hot with passionate desire.

The tiny female with the coincidence of having the same name of one of his granddaughters had behaved with proper decorum for several visits but then out of the blue she asked him if he would like to put his fingers in her pussy and her backside. Harry thought he had hit paydirt with the sucking and licking of her petite boobs and nipples. Of course, he nodded his naughty head in agreement, and they were off to the races.

The first thing he noticed was that the twenty year old Japanese girl was totally wet down there with her own juices pumping out her cream like a wildcat gusher. Even though it had been a long time for no pussy for Harry in his older years, he knew from experience that a female didn’t have that sort of involvement without having some basic instincts of her own dirty mind. His fingers slid easily up into her vagina, and he stroked her clitoris with tender loving care. The sounds of her real time joy were music to his ears, and he gave her what she needed to reach that height of feminine release.

She lifted her slender leg over his head and gave him access to her feminine folds and the tasty secrets of her musky rear crack. He rimmed her blinking brown eye with his hungry tongue, and she was so happy that she was forced to suck in her breath and shed a few tears for her long lost innocence.

The difference in their ages was so vast that it was downright impossible in his logical train of thought. Still, the taste of her cum was on his tongue and his lips explored the entire length of her back door crack and he pushed his saliva deep inside her feminine folds committing the taste of her juices to his keenly searching memory bank. His nose was working overtime to study the fragrances of her sweet tight pussy and her tightly clenched anus that was offered up for his pleasure. His battered prostate was far past his “best use date” and her fingers roamed hither and yon inside his rear portal with her eyes focused on his happy smile.

Harry was drawn like a magnet to her dainty heart-shaped ass, and he cupped her cheeks with his adoring touch mightily impressed by her slender perfection.

Sarah leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “Do you want me to suck your cock, Harry? I know you can’t cum, but we can have a good time, and I don’t need a condom so you can feel my wetness all around your shaft.”

At this point, for the record, Harry wants you to know that it had been a full thirty years since he had a decent blow job and the possibility of getting one here and now seemed almost out of the question.

First, the experienced masseuse played with his dick for a few minutes doing her best to stiffen it up for proper sucking. She took her time to lick it all over running her sweet lips around it from the bullet head to the root nestled in his pubic hair. She gave him a little bit of tooth not to cause pain but to excite him to an imitation of a healthy explosion of pre-cum foreshadowing his sticky release of the residue into her waiting mouth.

The girl took his hand and placed it on her nipple giving him the signal to tweak it and twist it to make her juices flow. She had started that on his second visit, and he could tell it was the trigger that got her all hot and bothered.

Then, Harry felt the wet and wonderful warmth of Sarah’s tongue licking and sucking his dick like there was no tomorrow. He humped up into her beautiful face seeing the hollows of her cheeks as she suctioned his dick trying to stir up his juices to flow nicely. Her ass was in range of his mouth, and he took advantage of the position to lick her ass cheeks and even push his naughty tongue up into her sphincter to claim her ass cherry for his very own. He knew from the way she moved with consummate grace that she no longer had a cherry in either opening but he still wanted to think of her as a good girl and as pure as the falling snow.

The young slender girl was the best of both worlds.

She had the instincts of a professional pleasure girl and the sweet taste of a shy submissive female wanting to give up her secret treasures to the God of lust hoping to find her knight in shining armor from the hordes of horny males eager to touch her flesh.

Her lips were skilled, and she only paused to suck in oxygen to fill her lungs for more sucking pleasure. Harry was fearful of moving because she did all the work with her wet and wonderful mouth and tongue.

Then that point of no return arrived and he felt the long dormant juices begin to rise in his hibernating gonads.

Sarah sensed his ready state, and she increased her finger movement in his rear portal to give him the power and strength to expel his manly fluids into her waiting mouth.

Harry felt his load shoot up his shaft and explode inside the young girl’s mouth and right onto her beautiful face. He felt immediately regretful of the fact that he was still unable to muster enough hardness to enter her sweet garden of feminine joy.

Still, when they finished the young girl cleaned him and kissed him down there with sincere tender loving care.

She put her beautiful lips right next to his ear and promised him, “The next time, Mister Harry, we will do it a lot longer and I will take care of you front and back to make you harder.”