Harold all to yourself

You want Harold to yourself now, before you get into a foursome or a gang bang by involving the other teens, as lovely as those things sound for later. A little focus on you and your orgasms by an experienced man would be the perfect thing now.

You turn to Harold, taking his hand in yours, and whisper in his ear, "That looks like fun. Let's go do it too." Then you place his hand on your generous breast and squeeze over his hand. Then you grope his package through his pants, which feels close in size to the one drilling the other girl and almost as hard. The genes are good in this family.

You take a step toward him and close the door behind you quietly. He is looking at you like he's just seeing you for the first time. You pull him with you farther down the hall. He follows without resistance or thought. You look in one room and see posters of swimsuit models and continue. The last room looks like a man's room, king-sized bed, dresser, and almost nothing on the walls. You pull him inside. When you close the door, you push him up against it and press your lips hard on his. You return to stroking his woodie while you kiss him. When you push your tongue into his mouth, it triggers something in this older man. He whimpers and then grabs your body, crushing it to his, and he returns your kiss with intense passion. You make out together for several minutes until he breaks.

"No one has touched me or kissed me like that, since ... since Karen died," he says, catching his breath.

You drop to your knees and unzip his slacks. Reaching in, you easily find his burgeoning shaft and give it a good rub up and down, but have some trouble getting it out, due to his tighty-whities. You change tack and unbuckle his belt and unbutton the pants. Then you yank them down. Now you just pull his underwear down as well. His cock springs out, quivering like an arrow, and pointing straight at your face. You grin at the decent size of it, just as big as the one you saw on his older son, a good seven inches or so. He takes off his polo shirt and throws it across the room.

You gaze up at him with a lusty look in your eyes and say, "Then I bet no one has done this since then either." You grasp his firmness and lean in to lick the fat head of his cock. Harold groans and puts his hand over his mouth to stifle the noise. You rub his shaft and suck the big head into your mouth, paying with your tongue. Then you use your free hand to fondle his balls. A louder moan gets past Harold's hand. That's your cue to bob in and out, taking his nice length deep in your mouth. You love how cocks feel in your mouth -- your tongue feels the veins and when it hits in the back, you get a jolt of pure pleasure. You take him ten or twelve times and Harold starts to shudder, his moans going up an octave. You can tell Harold is going to blow very soon. You love how guys who haven't had any for a long time are so easy. You contemplate whether you want his cum in your mouth or in your pussy.