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A follow up to ‘Caught in the Act’. Enjoy…

After Jim had caught me in my lingerie, he would, over the next few months, require a little help from me at the bottom of his garden shed. That help usually consisted of me taking his cock into my mouth and sucking and slurping on his long piece of man-meat till he shot a thick load of cum into my stomach! It was very one-sided, but I didn’t complain, as I couldn’t turn down such a nice looking cock. Jim was never interested in making me cum, but he loved to see my cock get hard before he pushed me to my knees to service his own needs.

One day, I walked into my local bar, and there in the snug in the corner, was old Jim and his friend, Bertie, enjoying a game of dominoes and talking about horse racing. Jim saw me at the bar, and beckoned me over.
‘You know old Bertie, don’t you?’ Jim piped.
Bertie’s wife had died a couple of years previously, and the old guy spent most of his time in the bar or the bookies nowadays.
‘Sure, everyone knows Bertie’, I replied and smiled to the handsome widower as he took a sip from his pint of bitter.
‘I’ve been telling Bertie what you got up to when your parents were away just before Christmas!’ Jim nonchalantly professed.
Christ! I nearly choked on my lager, and I could feel the heat emanating from my cheeks as both the elderly gents looked me up and down with a wicked grin on each of their faces.
I composed myself, best as I could, and asked, ‘Did you tell him everything we did?’ giving Jim a knowing look.
‘Oh, yes’, Bertie said, ‘would you do the same for me?’
I was in a state of shock. Instead of popping into my local for a few pints of beer, I found myself being sexually blackmailed by two horny pensioners who, I was quickly realising, were going to require a few favours to buy their silence!
‘Do you want me to dress up for you?’ I sheepishly, and rather quietly, enquired.
Jim interjected and said, ‘How’s about you come round to Bertie’s bungalow at about 5 this afternoon? Bring your gear in a bag with you. You can dress when you get there!’
I quickly gulped down my lager, went to the bar, ordered a whiskey chaser, necked it down straight away, and left the premises in a state of utter disbelief.

The afternoon flew by, and, with a sense of dread, I stood at a pensioner’s bungalow with a carrier bag filled with lingerie and stilettoes, waiting to be asked to perform God knows what on these two old, horny goats. I rang the bell, and a few moments later, I could see the outline of Bertie coming towards the frosted panel of the front door. He opened the door and ushered me inside. We made our way into his small living area which contained a small cottage suite in a floral pattern, and a large television set in the corner, which dominated the room. Jim was sat on the couch, a can of bitter in his hand. He had obviously had a skinful in the pub, and now he was just ensuring his alcohol levels were topped up. He smiled, lopsidedly, in my direction.
‘Take him to the bedroom, Bert!’ Jim ordered his friend.
Bertie said, ‘This way, young man!’ and led me up the corridor. Bertie was still a good looking fellow, despite his advanced years. He was about 5′ 8″, still as lean as in the pictures on the walls that showed him in his youth, and though his hair had greyed, it was still a full, lustrous mop of silver locks. He led me to his sleeping quarters, which, by the looks of things, had been kept pristine since the passing of his wife. Even her old clothes were on hangers on the backs of the doors. It didn’t feel like a bedroom, more like a shrine.

Bertie stood at the bedroom doorway, then Jim appeared behind him, swaying slightly with drink in hand, and said, ‘You get dolled up, and give us a shout when you’re ready!’ The door closed loudly, and I was left in the room all alone, surrounded by pictures and the belongings of a dead woman. The first thing I did was go over to close the curtains, and then illuminate the murk of the room by the bedside cabinet’s lights on either side of the double bed. There was a dressing table against the bottom wall that housed a vanity mirror, and Bert’s wife’s old make-up. I sat myself on the stool and disrobed from my male attire. I rummaged through my carrier bag and found a brand new pair of sheer black nylons that I freed from their cardboard confines, and slowly, gently, rolled up each leg. I then fastened my black lace suspender belt (garter belt, to my American readers), and fastened the thigh length stockings to the lacy nylon straps. My cock was slowly filling up with blood, and I was feeling somewhat emboldened by the lingerie. I then produced a frilly black bustiere, and concealed my upper body into it, enjoying how it pinched and squeezed my manly proportions. I pulled up a pair of flimsy black nylon knickers over my genitals, barely managing to conceal my testicles, let alone my now fully engorged member! Finally, I slipped on the three inch red stilettoes, and stood before the mirror, enjoying the look of the lingerie on my body. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that there were several shades of lipstick lined up on the dressing table’s surface. One of them was a dark shade of crimson, and I picked it up with trembling hands, and slowly applied it to my lips. I looked down to my cock, which by now, was covered in a coating of pre-cum, and begging to be brought to orgasm.

I sashayed down the hallway, and stood at the doorway of the living room, where the two elderly gentlemen were stopped in mid sentence of their conversation, as their eyes rested on me.
‘Fucking Hell, Jim! You weren’t k**ding!’ Bertie blurted out, as he perched himself on the end of his armchair, his eyes seemingly on stalks.
‘Come and sit next to uncle Jim’, my neighbour slurred, as he patted the settee next to him.
I obediently did as I was told, and rested my hand on Jim’s thigh, as he forcibly squeezed my nylon clad legs.
‘Do you want your cock sucked in here or the bedroom?’ I asked.
‘Didn’t I tell you, Bert? Can’t get enough cock! Here will do…’ he said as he unzipped his trousers, stood up and stepped out of his trousers and underwear in one quick motion.

Jim’s cock was not flaccid, nor was he at full mast. He stood before me, and presented his member to my freshly painted lips, wishing for it to be brought to full arousal. Instead of going right for his cock and putting it straight into my mouth, I slowly ran my hands and fingers ever so gently around Jim’s legs, working my way around to his pale, wobbly buttocks, massaging them, watching the sensations around his lower body send signals to his cock as it slowly filled with blood, despite my negligence in touching it. Within a couple of minutes of my hands working his thighs and buttocks, Jim grabbed my hand and quite forcibly placed it on his, by now, fully aroused member.
‘Suck me!’ he lowly growled.
I brought my painted lips to his pale helmet, kissed the piss slit ever so lovingly, and proceeded to devour his long, veined cock, inch by inch, into my hot mouth. My head bobbed back and forth along the length of his shaft, my tongue swirled around the ridge of his helmet. Jim started to move his hips, quite vigorously as he face fucked me, the tip of his penis hitting the back of my throat. My eyes filled up with water, and I had to remember to start breathing through my nose as Jim’s eyes glazed over as he grunted as he pounded my mouth with his member. Before long, Jim’s cock was coated in my saliva, even his balls glistened as my juices ran down to his greying sac. My eyes had stopped watering from the initial onslaught of Jim’s thrusting, and I could see that Bertie was squirming on the edge of his chair, in an obvious state of discomfort. With my left hand, I beckoned Bertie to come and stand beside Jim, but he looked sheepish, and instead fiddled with his obvious erection. The alcohol that Jim had consumed had done wonders for him; I could usually draw a load from him in anywhere from 5 to 10 minutes. 15 minutes in, and he was still going strong, a manly musk emanating as his old face was beginning to drip with sweat. I gently tickled his now soggy balls with my finger tips and ran my fingers along his taint, the small piece of super sensitive skin between the scrotum and anus, feeling the ribbed texture of his erectile tissue beneath. This was obviously too much for him, and he grabbed my head with both hands and really went for it! With a primordial groan, he roared as a bolt of hot, viscous cum shot from his cock to the back of my throat, only to be followed by the slow pulses of cum that would flow from his rapidly deflating cock. I greedily swallowed him down, and with my tongue, sucked and slurped at the excess saliva all over his genitals, giving his now soft cock a gentle peck on the tip after cleaning him up.

Bertie had been given quite a show, as Jim put his trousers back on and went to get a new can from the fridge in the kitchen. Bertie looked thoroughly uncomfortable as Jim’s presence filled the room once more, taking the ring pull from his can and taking a swig as he entered.
‘Your turn now, Bert!’ Jim encouraged his friend. ‘Go on. Get it out!’
I could see Bertie turn several shades of red and purple, and clearly did not want to perform to an audience.
I stood up, held out a hand to Bert and softly said, ‘Come on. We can go to your bedroom if you want..?’
Bertie smiled, and tightly grasped my hand. Jim stood up, quite aggressively, but upon realising I was towering over him even more than usual in my stilettoes, and I had over 40 years of age in my advantage, sat down again, rather quietly. As I was about to leave the living room, with Bertie leading the way ahead, I looked over to Jim and I fixed him with a stare that could have stopped a wildebeest in it’s tracks! There was no way he was doing that to me again…

I gently closed the bedroom door behind us, and I heard the blare of the television coming from the living room. Bertie was still clearly aroused.
‘We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.’ I tried to reassure him.
‘Oh, I really want to…’ he trailed off as he brought his face closer to mine. His old hand came up and gently caressed the side of my cheek, and then he came in for a short, tongues free kiss. I could taste beer on his lips. Mmmm… I came in for another kiss, but this time, I left my mouth partially open, and started exploring his tongue with mine. I could feel my cock straining against the nylon of my panties as I explored his mouth, my hands already beginning to wander around his body. I came up for air, and noticed that my lipstick was all smudged and smeared, most of it left on Jim’s cock! I took some tissue paper from the dressing table and cleaned my face up, before helping Bertie out of his trousers, and ever so slowly, lowering his blue Y-fronts and watching his cock bob up and down as it was freed from it’s cotton prison! He wasn’t exactly huge; maybe six inches at best, possibly a little bit smaller. But he was circumcised, thickly veined and almost twice the girth of Jim’s long, thin cock.
‘Well, that’s a beauty!’ I purred, my mouth already beginning to salivate.
Bertie smiled, and he gently rubbed the bright pink tip of his helmet, which had already been glistened by pre-cum from the aggressive blowjob he’d witnessed in the living room. I stepped out of my knickers, and removed Bertie’s hand from his cock, placing mine around it instead. Slowly, gently, I massaged his shaft, putting in subtle twists in each stroke, ensuring neither was in the same place twice, keeping his cock engaged in my manipulations. Bertie fell onto the bed, holding himself up with his arms behind him. I slowly sunk to my knees, and took the tip of Bertie’s fat cock between my lips, savouring his taste as my tongue rolled around the exposed skin around his glans. His breathing quickened. I slowly started to bob my head up and down, taking in a little more of my elderly lover with each pass. Soon, my nose was bouncing off his greying pubic hairs, and Bertie’s cock was glistening with my saliva.

Unfortunately, Bertie hadn’t had any sexual contact for a long time, and within a few strokes of my mouth and tongue caressing his member, he began to shake and convulse, and a thick load of aged, yellowed cum shot from him and the sides of my mouth mid stroke. Pulse after pulse left his engorged tip, as I teased the rest of his premature load with my hand, my fingers covered in his cum. I got some tissues from the dressing table and cleaned ourselves up.
‘I’m sorry. I haven’t been touched in a long time..!’ he apologized.
I put a finger to his lips to keep him from talking anymore.
‘Don’t you dare apologize for that! In fact, I take it as a compliment that I was doing something right!’ I retorted.
He laughed out loud. His hand was reaching round for my own engorged member.
‘Careful, Bertie! I’m on a hair trigger after having two cocks today!’
With one hand he was caressing my face, with the other, he was ever so slowly rubbing my cock up and down, making me feel like the only thing in the world that mattered. I didn’t last much longer than Bertie, if truth be told, before there was a huge fountain of cum erupting from my cock, covering Bertie’s hand and most of my torso in my sticky love juices. Wanking myself off would never be the same again…

After Bertie and I had cleaned ourselves up, I put on my male attire and prepared to leave. I looked into the living room to see Jim asleep in front of the television, the can of bitter slowly running onto his thigh in a cold dribble.
‘Jim! Jim! I’m leaving now!’ I shouted over to him.
He visibly jumped, and splashed more of the can of bitter over his already dampened trousers. His bleary, red eyes focused on me. ‘Uuurrgghh…!’ he moaned.
‘And I hope you enjoyed that blowjob! You won’t be getting any more!’ I pointedly remarked.
‘What do you mean..?’ He slurred.
And with that, I turned to Bertie and gave him a full-on French kiss, squeezing his buttock in full sight of Jim, moving my hand around to cup his groin.
I picked up my carrier bag full of spunk soiled lingerie, and departed the bungalow, in the afterglow of a wonderful encounter with a gentle, considerate lover, not the Neanderthal brute who left me high and dry, still wanting…

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