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The Library Encounter

Chapter 1

I, Edith, had reached the ripe old age of 64, but my libido was as vibrant as ever. Retirement and widowhood had left me with an insatiable thirst for carnal pleasures, especially those of the forbidden kind. My body may have shown signs of aging, with my dyed hair and the inevitable gravity-defying sag of my once-perky breasts, but my desire for raw, unadulterated sex burned brighter than ever.

I found myself frequenting the local library, not for the books, but for the warmth it provided during the chilly autumn days. It was there that I laid eyes on Justin, a young man in his prime, with a shy demeanor and a muscular build. His brown hair fell perfectly across his forehead, framing his deep green eyes. I couldn't help but notice him, day after day, hunched over his books, his intense focus belying his seemingly innocent appearance.

As a self-proclaimed dirty old lady, I had a reputation to uphold. I knew what I wanted, and I was determined to get it. One particular afternoon, as I sat in the library, pretending to read a book, I felt my pussy grow wet at the mere sight of Justin. I watched as he scribbled notes, his brow furrowed in concentration. I imagined those strong hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me, and I couldn't suppress a subtle moan.

On this day, I decided to take matters into my own hands, quite literally. I approached Justin, my heart pounding with anticipation. He looked up at me, his eyes widening in surprise. I could see the curiosity and perhaps a hint of nervousness in his expression. Clearing my throat, I leaned closer, my voice low and husky. "Young man, I couldn't help but notice you here every day, studying so diligently. I have a proposition for you, one that might interest a curious soul like yourself."

Justin's eyes darted around the library, perhaps worried that someone might overhear our conversation. "W-what kind of proposition, ma'am?" he asked, his voice soft and slightly shaky.

I smiled, revealing a hint of my mischievous nature. "Well, I'm guessing you've never had the pleasure of an experienced woman, have you? Someone who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it." I paused, letting my words sink in as I watched his reaction.

"N-no, I haven't," he stammered, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Leaning even closer, I whispered, "I want you to give me a blow job, right here in the library. But not just any blow job—I want it in the disabled toilet, where we can have some privacy."

His eyes widened further, and I could see the conflict in his expression. He was intrigued, but also hesitant. "I-I don't know, that's kind of... unexpected."

I chuckled softly, reaching out to place my hand on his thigh. "It's okay to be nervous, Justin. But I promise, it'll be worth it. You see, I may be an older woman, but I know a thing or two about pleasing a man. And I can tell you, there's nothing quite like the thrill of doing something naughty in a public place."

As I spoke, I felt his muscles tense under my touch, and I could almost sense the battle raging within him. "Okay," he finally whispered, his voice barely audible. "Let's do it."

My heart raced with excitement as we made our way to the disabled toilet, a secluded haven within the library. I entered first, relishing the thrill of the forbidden act we were about to engage in. Justin followed, closing the door behind him, locking it quietly.

The small space felt charged with electricity as we faced each other, our eyes locked in anticipation. Without saying a word, I slowly dropped to my knees, my gaze fixed on his growing bulge. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his hardening cock. It was thick and long, and I couldn't wait to feel it in my mouth.

Grasping the base of his shaft, I swirled my tongue around the head, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. Justin let out a soft groan, his hands gripping the edge of the sink behind him. I took him deeper, my lips sliding up and down his length, my hand working in unison. I could feel his hips begin to thrust gently, meeting my rhythm.

"Oh, God, that's amazing," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

I wanted to show him that age was just a number, and I had skills that could rival any younger woman. I deep-throated him, taking him all the way in, my nose nuzzling his pubic hair. Justin's hands found their way into my silver hair, gently holding my head as I bobbed up and down, my enthusiasm increasing with every moan he uttered.

As I sucked him with abandon, my fingers found their way to my own wetness. I was soaking, my clit throbbing with need. I massaged my sensitive bud, imagining it was Justin's cock pleasuring me. The thought of this young, shy man bringing me to orgasm was incredibly arousing.

Justin's breathing became more labored, and I knew he was close. I increased the pace, my mouth working feverishly, my hand tightening around his shaft. "I'm going to cum, Edith," he gasped, his body trembling.

I pulled off his cock, stroking it vigorously as I aimed his throbbing member at my face. I wanted to see his cum splash across my wrinkled visage, a testament to our secret encounter. With a final, powerful thrust of his hips, Justin released his load, his warm semen coating my face and hair. I savored the sensation, reveling in the evidence of his pleasure.

As we caught our breath, I stood, my hand reaching up to wipe his essence from my face, smearing it across my lips. I offered him a wicked smile, one that conveyed the satisfaction of a job well done. "That was incredible, Justin. I hope you've learned that age is truly just a number."

Justin, still breathless, nodded, a look of awe on his face. "I've never experienced anything like that. You're... amazing, Edith."

I winked at him, my hand gently caressing his cheek. "Remember, young man, there's always more to learn, especially when it comes to pleasure. Now, let's get ourselves together and pretend this never happened. Until our paths cross again."

With that, I straightened my clothes, my pussy still throbbing with the memory of his touch, and exited the toilet, leaving Justin to his thoughts and the remnants of our illicit encounter. I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in my sexual adventures, and I couldn't wait to see what other surprises life had in store for this horny granny.

Chapter 2

I couldn't believe the thrill of my encounter with Justin at the library. His shy demeanor and unexpected virility had left me yearning for more. I, Edith, a self-proclaimed dirty old lady, was determined to explore the depths of this young man's sexuality and satisfy my insatiable appetite. Little did I know, Justin had a few surprises up his sleeve, and our next meeting would be a night to remember.

As the sun set on a chilly autumn evening, I received a text from Justin, asking to meet again. My heart raced with anticipation as I quickly agreed, suggesting my place this time. I wanted to be in control, to show him that age was just a number when it came to passion and pleasure.

When Justin arrived at my doorstep, his nervousness was evident, but his eyes held a newfound determination. I invited him in, the warmth of my cozy living room providing a stark contrast to the cold night outside. As I offered him a drink, his shy smile revealed a hint of mischief. I could sense his confidence growing, and my pussy began to tingle in anticipation.

"So, Justin, my dear," I purred, stroking his strong arm. "Are you ready to explore the depths of pleasure with me?"

He nodded, his green eyes sparkling with desire. "I want to please you, Edith. Show me how to make you feel good."

I chuckled, my hand moving to his bulging crotch. "Oh, I think you already have a pretty good idea, young man. But I'm eager to see what else you've got up your sleeve."

With that, I pulled him closer, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Justin's hands found their way to my waist, and he lifted me onto the nearby couch, his strength taking me by surprise. I giggled, my saggy tits bouncing as I straddled him, feeling his hard cock pressing against my wet pussy through our clothes.

"Impatient, aren't we?" I teased, grinding my hips against him.

Justin's hands roamed over my body, his touch gentle yet assertive. He unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my wrinkled cleavage, and planted soft kisses on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned, encouraging him to continue his exploration.

"You're so beautiful, Edith," he whispered, his breath hot on my skin.

I blushed, feeling desired in a way I hadn't for years. "Flattery will get you everywhere, my boy."

Justin's lips trailed down, pausing to suckle my nipples through my bra. I arched my back, savoring the sensation of his mouth on my sensitive flesh. With a swift motion, he unclasped my bra, freeing my heavy breasts. His tongue circled my nipples, eliciting a deep moan from my throat.

"Suck them, Justin," I urged, running my fingers through his brown hair. "Make my old tits feel young again."

He obeyed, taking each nipple into his warm mouth, alternating between gentle sucking and playful bites. I writhed atop him, my wetness increasing with every touch. Justin's hands traveled down, tugging at my skirt until it fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

"I want to taste you," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

I spread my legs, granting him access to my most intimate parts. Justin's fingers hooked into my panties, sliding them down my thighs. I lifted my hips, eager to grant him full access. His eyes widened at the sight of my trimmed grey bush, glistening with arousal.

"So fucking sexy," he muttered, diving his face into my pussy.

His tongue lapped at my folds, finding my clit and swirling around it. I cried out, my hands gripping the couch cushions as pleasure surged through my body. Justin's enthusiasm was infectious, his shyness now a distant memory. He devoured my pussy, licking and sucking, driving me closer to the edge.

"Oh yes, right there!" I exclaimed, my hips bucking against his face. "Don't stop, Justin!"

He inserted a finger into my dripping hole, curling it to hit my sweet spot. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing with the impending release. Justin's tongue never wavered, his finger pumping in and out of my wetness.

"Cum for me, Edith," he growled, his voice deep and commanding.

His words sent me over the edge, and I came with a scream, my juices flowing freely. Justin lapped at my pussy, swallowing my essence, his finger still buried deep inside me. I collapsed onto his chest, my breath ragged as the waves of pleasure subsided.

"That was incredible," I panted, running my fingers through his hair.

Justin smiled, his face glistening with my juices. "I'm not done with you yet, Edith. I want to feel that tight pussy around my cock."

He lifted me, positioning me on my hands and knees, my ass in the air. I felt his hands on my hips, guiding his hard shaft to my entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside me, eliciting a moan of delight.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, gripping my hips tightly.

Justin pounded into me, his cock hitting my sweet spot with every stroke. I matched his rhythm, pushing back against him, our bodies slapping together in a primal dance. I could feel his balls slapping against my wet lips, his breathing becoming more labored.

"That's it, Justin, fuck me hard," I urged, my voice hoarse. "Make that old pussy yours."

He complied, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hands roaming over my body, squeezing my sagging flesh with appreciation. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, his balls tightening as he neared his climax.

"I'm gonna cum, Edith," he grunted, his voice strained.

"Fill me up, baby," I encouraged, pushing back against him. "Shoot your load deep inside this hungry pussy."

With a final powerful thrust, Justin unleashed his hot seed, filling me with his essence. I could feel his cock twitching as he emptied himself, his hands grasping my hips possessively. We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies intertwined, both of us breathless and satisfied.

"That was... amazing," Justin managed, his voice soft and filled with awe.

I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. "I told you I wanted to explore your sexuality, Justin. And you've certainly delivered."

As we lay there, our hearts still racing, I knew that this was just the beginning. Justin's shy nature had transformed into a confident, passionate lover, and I couldn't wait to see what other surprises he had in store for me. I had found a partner in pleasure, and our journey of exploration was only just beginning.