

Everyone Likes Ray-Ray:  by Mars Bonfire (MF, celeb, senior, bbw, oral)  



I had been hired by a big escort service to attend a movie industry party at a swank hotel in Century City.  Several of

us from the firm, all twenty-something men, were to see to the needs of some of the middle-aged guests, men and women

alike.  Not to necessarily fuck them, but to be attentive, laugh at their jokes, light their cigarettes, make them feel

good.  This was a good gig for me, because old women were my specialty.  I had several Hollywood actresses and

female producers as regular clients.  For me, their age was the turn-on.  I had had as many hard-bodied bimbos as

I wanted, now I loved big, pendulous breasts, fallen asses dimpled with cellulite, coarse, rubbery cunt lips, frown lines

and crow's feet.  My clients included such household names as Ruth McCallahan, of "The Gold Gals" (a seriously good 

fuck), film actresses Pippa Lauren and Shirley Bright and Halston Taymor of TV's "Two Point Five Dudes".  Although I

got paid to fuck these hot seniors, I probably would have done it for free.  Ruth McCallahan for example, had a very

lush body, heavy breasts, white skin, solid ass, and she was an incredible fuck.  Her cunt was beautiful, completely

shaved, meaty outer labia, bright pink fuck hole, always soaking wet.  She was almost eighty years old, but very 

sexual.  One memorable night, I fucked her senior cunt four times, dumping a load of hot sperm into her elderly pussy

every time.  She was insatiable and multi-orgasmic.  But that's another story.



I arrived at the hotel about 8:30 PM dressed in my best Armani tuxedo.  I wore my platinum Rolex and Celtic-knot cuff

links.  I had shaved carefully, splashed on my eucalyptus-tangerine cologne, and was looking good.  I went to the ballroom

and mingled with the guests.  Some younger stars were there, Mila Kunis, Jenna Fisher, Kate Winslet, a few others,

but for me the attraction was the older women.  Debbie Reynolds, Shirley Jones, Barbara Eden, all impeccably gowned and

coiffed.  Many other recognizable faces from television and movies mingled, drank, ate and danced to the retro orchestra.

I was standing at the bar talking to Kathy Gates, one of my previous clients (the DVD I had recorded of us fucking

was primo jack-off porn), when I noticed the co-star of one of my favorite shows "Everyone Likes Ray-Ray", Delores

Robertson.  "Ray-Ray" was the story of a features writer for a newspaper in Staten Island, who lived across the

street from his parents.  I had often admired the huge old-lady tits that Delores carried around, all strapped-down

and under control.  I sometimes wondered what they would look like wild and free, flopping and slapping together as

she got her flabby cunt slammed by a huge cock.  Obviously, I was very interested.  She looked very regal, black

long-sleeved rhinestone gown with deep cleavage, diamond drop earrings, immaculately styled hair and make-up.

I did some quick math in my head.  She must be about seventy-eight.  I immediately set my priority for the evening-

get to know Delores Robertson of TV's "Everyone Likes Ray-Ray".
 


I approached her, champagne cocktails in hand.  Old ladies always loved champagne cocktails.  "Ms. Robertson?", I

inquired, checking out her flabby tits all bunched up and cantilevered like a shelf.  "Yes?", she said in that

familiar voice.  Her thin upper lipped was compensated by her lush lower one, her dental work modern and appealing.

Her deep hazel eyes flicked quickly across my person, lingering ever so lightly on my eleven and a half inch

crotch bulge.  Her hair was almost completely white, except for some ash gray bangs and roots.  She had a slight

wattle, kind of sexy really, and was about twenty pounds overweight, with a substantial belly and thickly padded

hips and ass.  "My name is Jefferson Whitney.  I just wanted to tell you what a big fan I am."  She smiled and offered

me her hand, which I kissed as I bowed.  "Delighted to meet you, Mr. Whitney.  Always a pleasure to meet a real

gentleman".  She gave me a knowing look, then rewarded me with a dazzling smile.  Her huge white bosom was in

constant motion, quivering like gelatin.  This old lady was very sexy and smelled great.  "I just happened to

have an extra drink, but no one to share it with", I said with a wry smile.  "Would you care to join me?"  I held

out the drink, and she took it.  I offered her my arm, and she took that too.  We strolled slowly through the grand

ballroom and sipped our drinks.  "I really should be careful how many drinks I have, Mr. Whitney.  I have a

tendency to get a little naughty when I've had too many", said Delores.  "If you'll call me Jeff, I promise to

tell you when you're being naughty", I replied.  She laughed.  "I'll call you Jeff if you'll call me Delores." she 

offered.  "It's a deal, Delores", I said with a grin. 



At this point, the orchestra started to play a slow dance, and I looked at Delores questioningly.  I took her by

the hand and led her out on the dance floor.  She was very short, her head only came  up to my chin, but we fit together

nicely as we danced.  Her large breasts were smashed up against my ribs, but all I could feel was the underwire and

stiff material of her bra.  That must be very uncomfortable.  I wished that I could somehow feel her tits for real,

not all strapped down and confined.  All the thinking about her boobs start to get my large cock hard.  I know that

Delores must have felt it against her fat stomach, which made me even harder.  I could feel pre-cum start to leak

into my undershorts, and I knew that if possible, I must fuck seventy-eight year old Delores Robertson.  I ran

my hand up and down her back all the way to the top of her big old lady ass.  She responded by moving in closer and

grinding her tummy against my cock.  It was kind of dark on the dance floor so I took a chance, tilting her face 

towards mine, leaning in and tasting her elderly lips.  She kissed me chastely at first, but looked into my eyes and

opened her mouth.  I tentatively stuck my tongue into her mouth, and was met by her beefy pointed tongue, whorling

around my lips and mouth.  As we frenched, she kept rubbing her flabby tummy into my rock-hard dick, turning me on.

We broke our kiss and looked around quickly.  The last thing she needed was to have our photograph taken by the

papparazzi while we were soul kissing and grinding.  She collected herself, adjusting her gown, and patted her hair,

although that was so laquered that I was doubtful that anything could muss it.




By now, the ball was breaking up, and I waited at the bar while Delores went to the ladies room.  I savored her

'Shalimar' on my tux, and her lipstick on my mouth as I waited for my massive erection to subside.  In a few

minutes, she came back to the bar looking refreshed and sexy as hell.  With each stride her floppy bosom bounced

around in the confinement of her cruel brassiere.  Her face was aglow, and I don't think that it was makeup.  I

was pretty sure this elderly, busty sexpot was horny for my thick, stiff cock.  "Jeff", said Delores as she 

arrived at the bar and took my hand, "would you be so kind as to escort me back to my hotel room?  My friend

that I came with was suddenly called away, and now I'm on my own."  "Of course, Delores, I was just standing here

trying to think of a way to spend more time with you tonight, and now the opportunity has presented itself.  I

would be delighted to see you home safely," I said, my voice husky with desire.  She lowered her eyes, blushed and

said "You, sir, are a gentleman, through and through."  "I wouldn't be too sure about that if I were you, Delores",

I said, with a wink, "with just a little encouragement, I could be kind of naughty."  She laughed and her eyes

began to sparkle with barely concealed lust.  "Shall we?", I said, and offered her my arm.



To my surprise, Delores had a giant Bentley waiting at the curb, a tall Latino driver holding open the door.

I looked around once again for papparazzi, saw none, and followed Delores into the limousine.  As soon as we

pulled away from the curb,  the old lady immediately put her hand in my lap and began to rub my engorged cock.

I was a little taken aback, but soon recovered, taking her into my arms, and placing my mouth on hers.  She 

kissed me with open lips, which I opened further with my insistent tongue, finding hers, clashing in exquisite

combat.  Delores put her arms around my neck, as I leaned in as we continued our deep, wet kiss.  "Oh, Jeff",

the seventy-eight year old vixen said, breaking our kiss and catching her breath, "your cock is huge!  Is that

for me?"  "You know it is, Delores", I replied, and raised my hand and began to caress her breasts.  They felt

wonderful, all loose and flabby, but with that industrial-strength bra, I could barely feel her nipples. We 

resumed our frenching as I rubbed her back, then dropped my lips down to nuzzle the fragrant, flaccid flesh of her

downy neck.  "Oh, baby", she moaned, "that feels so good.  Kiss me again, hard."  Again I plastered my open mouth

to her sweet hot lips, which parted immediately, giving me access to her remarkably agile tongue.



By this time, we had been driving for about fifteen minutes, and as I looked out the heavily tinted window I 

realized that we were in Beverly Hills, at the Avalon Hotel.  As we parked, the driver opened the rear

door, and I got out first, then helped Delores.  The driver asked me if I wanted him to wait, to take me back

to Century City, but I said no, and palmed him a $100 bill.  He said, "Good-night, Ms. Robertson", touched

the bill of his cap, and left.  We stood in front of the hotel, me holding both of her hands, waiting for 

the next thing.  Delores had done all the work so far, getting me to her hotel, so I decided to step

up and throw a Hail Mary.  "Delores, you've probably noticed that I'm pretty turned on right now.  I'd like to

be invited to your suite", I ventured, not really knowing what reaction I would get.  For a lady of Delores'

generation, making out in a limo and fucking a much younger guy in your hotel room are two different

things.  Marginally different, sure, but different all the same.  As her pretty eyes searched mine, I felt that

I was having my soul gazed into.  She reached up, grasped my neck, pulled my face down to hers for a light

kiss and said, "I'm going to fuck you good and proper".  It was on.



We held hands as we walked into the hotel, into the elevator, and up to the eighth floor.  She handed me her

keycard, and I opened the door to the luxurious suite.  I looked up and down the corridor, saw no one, so I

leaned the elderly woman against the wall, and smashed my mouth on hers.  She groaned briefly, put her arms

around my neck, and opened her mouth.  Our tongues meshed delightfully, her mouth so hot and wet, she was very

lively and sexy.  We broke our kiss and she took my hand and led me into her hotel suite.  We stopped just inside

the door for another epic soul kiss.  This fat old lady was really making me crazy, I could not stop kissing her

sensuous mouth.  "Will you excuse me, Mr. Whitney?  I'll be right back."  I kissed the palm of her hand as she

left the room.  I took the opportunity to get a little more comfortable.  I removed a small bottle of Stoli from

the mini-bar, opened and drank it in one swallow.  I removed my jacket, tie and vest,  and sat down to wait for my

old lady lover.



Momentarily she returned.  I had thought that she might have changed into a negligee or something but she was 

still fully dressed.  She had freshened her make-up and her breath.  "I just wanted to ask, Jeff.  Are you sure

that you want to do this?  You can leave now and no hard feelings."  In answer, I took her into my arms, tilted

her head slightly, bent down and tasted her lips.  She instantly opened her hot mouth, her tasty spit filling mine.

As she put her arms around my neck, I lowered my hands to her large meaty ass, took a cheek in each hand and 

squeezed.  She gasped, and ground her fat tummy into my large stiff cock.  Our kissing intensified as I massaged

her fleshy ass globes and swished my hips from side to side, rubbing my cock to new heights.  We both pulled 

away, and I released her beautiful butt and raised my hand to the back of her dress.  She met my eyes and 

nodded.  I found the zipper, and slowly dragged it down from the nape of her neck.  As the gown's back split

open, I rubbed the quivery flesh of her back, and felt her bra closure, eight hooks.  I stepped back as Delores

pulled the sleeves of her dress off, exposing her massive tits in her equally massive bra.  She hooked her

fingers in the dress, pulled it to the ground and kicked it away.  She was glorious.  Her giant breasts were

as white as milk, her brassiere as black as coal.  Her big belly was encased in black granny panties (my favorite  

kind) and black pantyhose.  She had already removed her shoes, which made her stand about 4'11".  Her heavy hips

and fat, short legs were very sexy.  She started to unbutton my shirt, caressing my toned, hairy chest with

obvious delight.  I pulled my shirt off, then pulled her to me as we frenched again, deeply and frantically.

I broke our kiss, stepped back and pulled her pantyhose down to her ankles.  She steadied herself on my shoulder

as she pulled one, and then the other foot out and tossed the hose to the ground.



As we moved in for another kiss, I busied my hands on the EIGHT hooks of her jumbo bra.  As I released the last 

hook, the straps flew apart.  Her breasts, inside her bra, dropped a good eight inches, all the way to her chubby

waist.  We separated as I grabbed the straps and pulled her bra down and off, then stepped back for the view.

Her tits were round and flabby, as white as cream, dimpled with age spots and stretch marks.  It took me a while

to process just how big they were.  The hung down to her waist like huge chewy French breads, the rubbery nipples

a beautiful purple-red, surrounded by pale areolas that deepened to bright pink around her nubs.  I instantly dropped

my head down to suck on her nipples, tasting the fragrant perspiration on her distended nubs.  As I sucked her 

swollen nipples, Delores moaned and reached  between us to fondle my large cock through my pants.  I moved my

wet lips and teeth back and forth, covering both nipples in spit and tiny red teeth marks.  I eased her down onto

the bed, helping her short, fat legs cover the distance, and resumed feasting on her glorious nipples.  



I moved my face up to hers as my hands took over manipulating her beefy nipples and heavy, yeasty breasts.  Again

our open mouths met, her long athletic tongue leaking sweet saliva into my willing mouth, our sensitive lips

sending electric jolts up my cock.  I pulled away and stood up, as Delores squeezed her own giant tits and flexed

her stubby legs.  I pulled off my shoes and socks and proceeded to unbutton my pants, pulling the zipper down

slowly, performing a strip-tease for my elderly lover.  I dropped my pants to the ground, yanking my trim-cut

boxer shorts down as well, the waistband hooking on my massive cockhead, causing it to smack my abdomen, leaving

a wet spot of pre-cum on my skin.  Delores looked stunned, she couldn't take her eyes off of my thick, veiny cock,

the purplish head pulsing at the prospect of sticking into the old lady's ancient cunt.  As I kicked off my slacks and

shorts, prick wagging with my movements, I kissed the wet lips of the seventy-eight year old fuck puppet, then

hooked my fingers inside the elastic of her panties.  I pulled them off, tossed them to the ground where they joined

the rest of our clothes, and laid down on the bed beside the fat, big-titted senior, now wearing nothing but a sheen

of perspiration.  We stretched our body lengths together, her flabby ivory tits smashed against my sweaty chest,

my stiff cock pressing against her big belly, my leg between both of hers to minimize the distance between us, our

mouths glued together, our tongues clashing.


I gently pulled my face away, and pushed Delores onto her back.  Her large fat tits flopped down on either side of her

torso, the red tender nipples stiff.  I took a moment to gaze at my sex partner, her thick cunt lips, shaved Venus

mound, the crease of her heavy tummy and deep navel, her freckled white thighs rubbing together, covered with

spider veins and cellulite.  Her chubby calves and petite pedicured feet made my cock stiffen even more, as it anticipated

its steamy baptism in the elderly lady's flowing fount.  I scooted down on the bed, my face level with her aromatic

pussy, her floppy cunt lips shiny with her abundant oils.  As  I pushed her pudgy knees apart, her elderly cunt opened

like an oyster, still secreting her feminine juices.  I laid on my stomach between her legs, pushed them apart to the limit,

and ducked my head, tongue extended, down to her snatch.  I flattened my fat, thick tongue and swiped it up her pussy,

from fuck hole to giant clitoris.  Delores gasped, her skin covered in goose flesh, her thick nipples swollen and sensitive,

her big belly quivering with passion.  I began to eat her delicious pussy furiously, licking, sucking and nibbling as

her hot fluids spat onto my face.  As I stuck my tongue deep inside her most private place, she cried "Uuuhhh!" loudly

as her orgasm started to build.  I blew my hot breath on her clit, causing her saggy flesh to tremble.  As I felt her leg

muscles contract, I swirled my tongue around and around her free-flowing cunt, alternating deep slurps with rapid

flicks to her love button.  Suddenly my face was blasted with her fuck candy, hot, sweet and sticky.  She began to moan, 

her hands clasping my head harder to her cunt, my tongue dragging the length of her pussy as she climaxed, shaking her 

head from side to side, babbling, groaning and panting, every tendon in her body tight.


I got up on my knees, my face and neck covered with fragrant senior bodily fluids, as she trembled and sighed, slowly

coming down from the apex of her orgasm.  Her fat elderly body was soaked in sweat and cunt juice, and she stretched

luxuriantly, her arms over her head and her toes pointing downward.  "Whew!", said the seventy-eight year old woman,

"I have never had my pussy licked like that.  You are unbelievable."  "You haven't seen anything yet", I replied, as I spread

her legs again and knelt between them, my long cock throbbing and moist with accumulated pre-cum.  I pulled her short

sexy body to me, positioning her flat on her back, and dipped my cock head just inside her seeping cunt, gathering lube

for my full penetration.  Delores pushed her groin towards mine, my eleven and one-half inch penis sliding effortlessly

into her fiery, oily cunt.  In seconds I was fully engulfed in her red-hot old lady pussy, my balls flopping against her

beefy ass, as I began my initial withdrawal.  I pulled my giant dick all the way out, swiped the head up and down her

liquidy cunt, and slammed it back home again, our crotches smacking together with an audible slap.  Again and again

I pumped my hard cock in and out of her sucking vortex, her copious juices drenching me from chest to knees, her

slimy, fat, sweaty body pasted to mine, as I dropped my full weight on the fat senior fuck toy, only my hairy ass moving

up and down, up and down.  As I felt my own orgasm begin, Delores started to buck her hips against mine, grinding her

bloated clitoris against my pelvis.  Simultaneously, we both began to come, my thick cock fattening in her scalding cunt,

my volcanic sperm exploding into the fat old woman.  My cock clenched and blasted, my flow stuttering and spurting, 

as I heard my seventy-eight year old sex buddy screaming, her pussy grabbing my cock in a death-grip, her sublime ejaculate

hot and wet against my thighs.  Her groin cramped and spasmed around my quivering crowbar as she thrashed her legs and

shuddered from the intensity of her all-consuming climax.


In the afterglow, I held her fat, sweaty body to mine, stroking her hair and shushing her as she whimpered and moaned,

trembling from her orgasm.  I got back up on my knees and removed my flaccid log from her sticky cunt, a flood of 

tepid man snot oozing onto the bed, as her pussy opened and closed rhythmically.  I was ready for more, but my elderly

fuck partner seemed worn out from her huge orgasms.  Later, after she was asleep, I dressed quietly in the dark, called

a taxi on my cell phone, exited the plush hotel suite, and traveled home to Laurel Canyon.


I knew from experience that I should let Delores make the next move, that I did not want to be thought of as wanting anything

for our night of glorious sex, except for the sex itself.  I could have reached her by e-mail, at the William Morris Agency, but

did not want to bother her.  I fucked her because she was sexy, not for money.  About a week later, I got a call on my cell that

had me intrigued and curious.  I drove to Beverly Hills to meet Mr. George Clark of SoCal Motors, who had asked me to meet

him at his dealership.  He was a nice guy, and after we chatted for a while, he handed me a set of keys with a Mercedes-Benz

key fob.  "What's this?" I said, puzzled.  "A very nice older lady, who wishes to remain anonymous, purchased this car as a

gift for you".  "What?", I said,  as George pointed out the window to an immaculate 1967 Mercedes convertible coupe, silver

with dark blue leather and top.  "She asked me to give you this,  Jeff", said George as he handed me a note addressed to me.

He stepped out of the room, and I shakily opened the note.  "Dear Jeff", the note read, "I enjoyed our encounter more than words

can say.  Perhaps this gift will help.  I can't see you again, as I am a happily married woman, and seventy-eight years old to boot.

But I will always remember our night together.  Love, Delores".



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