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Iris, Chapter IV Inhaling deeply, I savored the sensation as the musk of Susan's arousal filled my lungs. An audible moan escaped my lips. Sweetly, gently, I kissed her on her satin-soft mouth. "Are we really going to..." she said timidly. I nodded, but added, "only if you want to." She thought for only a brief moment before she nodded her consent. I guided her onto her back, her heavy breasts falling to the sides, and I undressed her. It was a sacred thing, really, and I did it reverently. Every inch of her was beautiful. Her legs were incredibly smooth, her feet delicate and perfect, her hips round. With only her underwear left on her body, I massaged her calves, marveling at how supple her skin still was at fifty-four. I rubbed the pale, tender skin of her thighs, and I could smell the sweet musk from her pussy more and more as I turned her on. Reverently, slowly, I slipped her panties off. I gasped out loud at how truly gorgeous her pussy was. The coppery colored hair was trimmed considerably, and I could see the fleshy pink lips inside. "Oh wow," I whispered. She spread her legs apart wider, giving me an even better view. I licked my lips. I'd had a few teenage girls my own age, but never anyone more than a few years older or younger than me. Susan was more than old enough to be my mother, almost too old; she would have been thirty-six or thirty-seven when I was born. And yet- despite all I had heard about how women become less beautiful as they age- I was staring at the most beautiful pussy on earth. I breathed in her scent again, filling my body with the fuel of her desire. So innocent and precious, almost childlike, but lust seeped out of her. Overcome by instinct, I stripped my clothes off quickly, wanting to feel skin against skin. She admired my body with wide eyes, aching to touch me. She sat up and pulled me boldly into a passionate embrace. Interlocked, entangled, and driven by pure passion, we kissed feverishly, like teenagers in heat, touching each other all over and relishing the warmth of each other's bodies. She tipped her head backwards, trembling with passion, as I sucked on her earlobe and kissed her neck. Kissing, licking, sucking, I made her moan as I ran my mouth over her neck and shoulders. I sucked her tits again, grazing the nipples with my teeth as I lavished attention on her warm, heavy breasts. "Lie down," I told her, and she willingly did so. Her belly was soft and warm and creamy white. I covered it in constellations of tiny kisses. I held her hips in my hands as my mouth went lower, and lower, approaching the source of the sexy aroma that was making my head dizzy with lust. to be continued |