by EB Jones
Veronica walked to Matt and turned her back to him. He felt her press herself into him, her ass grinding against his crotch, awakening a devil inside him. He reached for her hips and pulled her in tight. Her fingers reached for her hair and she let it flow downward in a lazy river of silver and grey.
“Yes, you are one fine piece,” said Matt.
She turned her neck toward him. “I know. It doesn't come easy, keeping myself like this.”
“You do a fine job of it,” said Matt, pulling her against him.
“The meat,” she said. “I can't forget it. I'll be back. Promise.”
She separated from Matt and walked to the kitchen once more, this time with an urgent step. She pulled the steaks off the pan and put them on a plate, allowing the meat to rest and become evenly saturated with its juices before consumption.
“I don't know about you boys, but I'm ready for an appetizer,” she said from the kitchen. “Who's hungry?”
“I could use a little taste of something,” said Dave.
“Good,” she said.
She walked into the living room. There was a dark glimmer in her eyes. She stopped and gestured for them to come closer.
Matt and Dave walked toward her till they were within her arm's reach.
“You know the best part about being Aunt Veronica,” she said, referring to herself in the third person, as though Aunt Veronica were permitted to perform some acts deemed unnatural by her normal self.
“What's that?” said Dave.
“I get to do this,” she said. “Come on, unzip, both of you. Chop chop.”
They looked at her and understood, creating dark openings with their fallen zippers. She moved her hands to both of them and wrapped her fingers around the two bundles of bulging flesh, exposing and tugging, sliding and squeezing in a way that only she knew how, a way shaped by time and experience.
“I've got lots of practice,” she said. “I've had all kinds. I know how to treat a cock right.”
“And my, you haven't disappointed,” she told Dave, her hand feeling his dark girth. “I'll put this one to good use.”
“Glad to be of service, ma'am,” said Dave.
As she fondled Matt's cock, she could feel that his was not as large as Dave's, but she was wise enough to know that physical size counted far less than most men thought. It took more to please her than just some piece of meat thrusting in and out of her cunt. She wanted to break boundaries. And that moment, with both of those young men, would suit her purpose just fine, she thought.
“And you,” she said, turning to Matt. “If you know how to fuck half as dirty as you can talk, I think I'm in for a treat.”
“I'll do my best,” said Matt.
She continued to stroke them, her long fingers wrapped around them, feeling the pulsing and the heat, the small thrusts that they made toward her. She increased her tempo, working them into a state just short of erotic agony.
“You know,” she said, “feeling these two fresh young cocks in my hand right now, it makes me feel like I'm 25 again. You boys can't be much older than that, now, can you?”
“No, not by much,” laughed Dave. He arched his head upward and closed his eyes. “That's right baby, you have the magic touch.”
Matt looked down at the hand she had wrapped around him, watched how she held her grip and shifted it in subtle ways, as though she had an awareness of the complexity of the male anatomy, that organ which had been so maligned and simplified in popular culture but really possessed a multitude of quirks, special places where a touch sent a shiver, then a jolt, through the loins of a man. She had the awareness, he thought. Her silver and gray hair moved with a rhythmic pulsing against her shoulders.
Aunt Veronica. She had a sexy determination that thrilled both of the men she possessed in front of her.
“That's right Aunt Veronica, you keep on stroking,” said Dave.
'You boys enjoy this,” she said. She licked her lips.
She knelt down, still holding both of them, and moved her lips to Dave's cock, taking it in her mouth for a few strokes. Then her lips moved to Matt, swallowing him to the back of her throat, doing something most exquisite with her tongue along the way. She continued in this way, stroking, sucking, dancing, swallowing, until both Matt and Dave began to let out louder moans of appreciation.
“I do think this is the most fucked up thing I've ever done,” said Matt.
“That's music to my ears, Matt,” she said, between mouthfuls of cock.
“Yeah, well, I can't say I'm not enjoying it. You suck a mean cock Aunt Veronica,” said Matt.
“Yessir, you are one dirty momma,” said Dave. “And a highly skilled one at that. Black and white at the same time, like you've done it before.”
“We're not finished yet, boys,” she said. “I still need to know how you feel inside me. I haven't had a good fuck in far too long.”
She slid out of her cocktail dress, exposing her black lingerie. Her breasts and ass still firm. Her legs lithe, sculpted. Matt couldn't believe that she was older than his mother.
“Dave, I need you to lie down on that couch. And take those pants off,” she said.
Dave moved to the couch, pulling down his pants as he was told. They fell to a heap on the floor. He removed his boxer shorts and eased his muscular blackness onto the couch. He had a contented smile on his face, as though this were the most natural situation in the world for him. For Dave, Aunt Veronica represented a beauty that he felt compelled to acknowledge, and the most sacred way to do so was to offer up himself as a token of appreciation. His cock rose into the air above him, the empty space around it a field of anticipation.
“Matt, follow me,” she said.
Aunt Veronica climbed onto the couch and squatted over Dave's cock. She gestured for Matt to walk closer, to walk up behind her. She lowered herself, a gentle motion, until Dave's cock tickled the entrance of her pussy. She felt her lips spread wide as he slid inside her, and she lowered herself gently, until she felt him bump against her cervix. He was enormous, she thought. It pleased her. But she wasn't finished. That was only half of what she desired.
“Matt, you're going to fuck me too,” she said.
“You mean...” said Matt.
“Yes, like that,” she said. “You're a dirty boy. And I'm dirty Aunt Veronica. So show me what your cock can do to my ass.”
Matt climbed onto the couch and positioned himself behind her. She bent forward, exposing the small brown circle of taught muscle above her pussy. Matt could see Dave's cock stretching her wide, the fine, freshly shaven stubble of her pussy inviting him closer, as though she had been expecting the two of them.
Matt spit on his hand and rubbed it against his cock, coating himself with natural lubricant. He pushed the head of his cock against her ass.
“Mmm, yeah, push that white cock into my ass,” she said.
Matt felt her push back against him, inviting him to breach her wall. She began to open. Then, as he found his way inside, she clasped him harder, drawing him inward, deeper.
“Fuck,” said Matt. “That's tight.”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, fuck yes.”
“This is fucking beauty,” said Dave, speaking to both Aunt Veronica and Matt. “It doesn't get any better than this.”
She began to rock back and forth on Dave's cock, her silver grey hair falling on her back, her shoulders, and the sides of her face. As Matt began his motions inside her ass, he felt Dave's cock press against his own, separated by only a thin barrier of flesh.
Matt grabbed her hips, grasping them hard, feeling emboldened from having conquered the sacred passage of her ass. It still struck him as a revelation that a woman so, so senior, could have such a luscious body, could have an ass so tight that it begged to be fucked, could single handedly seduce two men and convince them to penetrate her in duo. She was a most self-assured, perverted, and beautiful silver haired slut.
“You boys keep fucking me until I tell you I'm through,”
she gasped.
“Yes, ma'am,” said Dave. His chest glistened from sweat as he grunted and worked on her pussy.
Matt felt her muscles contract around his cock. Her movements became more staccato, less fluid.
“Oh fuck yes, I'm coming in my ass,” she said. “Keep fucking me boys, I'm coming. Oh fuck I'm coming.”
Dave's hips thrust up into Veronica and he felt himself slip through waves of carnal bliss. Matt was ever aware of the pressure of Dave's cock against his own from their shared bond of proxmity inside Veronica.
“That is some sweet sweet honey,” said Dave, regaining his ability to speak.
Veronica wasn't finished yet.
“That's right, I'm your hot cougar bitch, you fill my ass,” she said. “I want your come to fill both my holes. I want to feel it dripping out of my asshole, flowing out of my pussy and down my thighs. I want you to fill me up.”
Matt continued his work, then tensed suddenly. He felt himself convulse.
“I'm coming,” he said. “I'm coming in your ass Aunt Veronica.”
“That's right,” she said, turning her face toward him. “You come until the last drop, dear.”
At that moment, Matt felt that he was inside two women at once. There was Veronica's young, uninhibited, fiery self, the woman who had demanded two men to satisfy her desires. And there was Aunt Veronica, the graceful kinkster, the older woman with a taste for younger flesh, with long hair in silver and gray and lines along the sides of her eyes and the corners of her painted mouth, the woman who moved with grace, propelled by lithe, chiseled muscles.
Matt and Dave were spent. The three of them pulled apart. Veronica slipped on her dress and the men put on their pants. Veronica moved her legs from side to side, as though she couldn't decide which leg to put forward. The sex had given her a new power. To call what surrounded her a glow would do it no justice – she felt a magnificent energy, as though she had drunk from the fountain of youth, imbibing the secret potion through forbidden orifices.
She looked toward them. “I'm hungry,” she said. “Who wants some meat?”
The men glanced at each other, then looked back at this silver beauty who had pleasured them both beyond what they had imagined possible. She turned and walked back into the kitchen, and the men followed, hungry for her sustenance.