For an old man who was windswept and terminally ill, this might be the last birthday he had ever celebrated, and perhaps the last birthday present he expected. So, I made up my mind that no matter how treacherous it was, I would help him realize his last wish. Back then, he was a lonely scavenger in his 50s, and I was a sinful child born only a few days after the theft, it was he who carried me back to his hut from the dumpster on a windy and snowy night, and it was he who raised me with his meager income from scavenging and his strong love. When I walked into the marriage hall under the gaze of his loving eyes, I had secretly made up my mind that for him, I would give up my life.
It was another wintry night as it had been then. After scrubbing him clean and settling him on the bed, I stepped into the shower. I was about to take a shocking step, and I couldn’t help but hesitate again. Slowly brushing my teeth, I scrutinized my naked body in the mirror. 30-year-old young woman, plump and well-proportioned, for an 83-year-old man must be full of temptation. However, thinking of his relationship with me, I could not help but close my eyes in fear.
I was so nervous I almost choked.
Glancing back at the half-hidden door of the bathroom, knowing what was about to happen. For the first time since my husband’s business trip, I let him sleep in our bed. This was the man who was closest and dearest to me in my 30-year life journey, the man who had pulled me through all the hardships to become a man. I knew that the old body lying under the warm quilt was looking forward to my caresses. Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I turned off the bathroom light and walked out.
The bedroom was dark, which did a good job of hiding the awkwardness between us. The room was silent and we didn’t need to say another word. I didn’t know what to expect, but I decided to try. Was this a betrayal of my husband?
Groping his way to the bed, he slowly sat down, feeling the weight of his body pressing the bed down a few inches. Gently slipping my hand under the covers, I caressed the creased skin of his aging legs. His legs quivered and my heart throbbed a few times. I slowly burrowed under the covers and rested my head on the small of his back, contemplating how to proceed with my next move. The room was well heated, and I had pre-turned on the warm air from the air conditioner, hoping to give the old man a blazing summer-like feeling.
I moved my body slowly under the covers, not wanting his old, weak body to catch cold. Finally, I curled my knees between his legs, braced both hands on either side of his crotch bone, and lowered my head to kiss the small of his back. Gently extending my tongue, I licked and kissed his belly button, feeling the trembling and restlessness of his body. His hand pushed my head back a little against it.
I continued to kiss the folded skin of his stomach and the shallow belly button, nibbling on his folded belly a few times from time to time and caressing it with my tongue a few more times. I slowly moved upward until I was kissing his tiny nipple, my tongue licking and flicking over the flesh. I heard him gasp and moan softly.
After lingering on his lean chest for a moment, teasing both of his nipples to erection, I slid downward and pressed my lips to the pubic hair-covered pubic bone. By this time I was getting excited myself and felt a hot trickle of water running outward from my cunt. I knew that if I turned on the light now, I would definitely see wet marks on the sheets. Never mind, I’ll just wash the sheets tomorrow.
He pushed my head again, but this time it didn’t seem to be resistance, but rather a desire for me to kiss his cock. There was no light, but I could still feel it still hanging limply between my legs. It was a penis that had perhaps never been caressed by a woman. Due to the poverty of his life and his low social status, he had never married or been favored by any woman in his life. His knowledge of women’s bodies may have been limited to the nude pictures of women on the pornographic posters he occasionally picked up from the garbage garbage cans, and his experience of orgasm may have been obtained only through quiet masturbation.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the pale but still delicately circumcised rod, which throbbed and quivered a little and seemed to struggle to lift its head. I licked all the way down, flipping my lips against it to his pubic hair-covered pubic mound, sticking out the tip of my tongue to lick and tweak his horse’s eye, tasting some of the fishy, salty prostate fluid. Oh, and he got excited too, his cock thickening a bit, but still half-soft and unable to stand up.
I needed more patience, it was better not to stimulate the old man too violently. I resumed my licking upwards and slowly got down next to his neck, licking and kissing his collarbone, sucking on his earlobe again, the tip of my tongue licking into the hole of his downy ear, hoping to stimulate the most primitive wildness and desire in his aging body. I felt his body squirm a few times, and there were a few small moans, and knew he was getting a little excited.
Turning back to him, I rubbed my ample breasts against his lean, creased body as my lips continued to kiss downward. With my knees once again between his still wide-open legs, I lowered my head and began licking and kissing from the base of his thighs, kissing the inside of his right thigh, then down into the soft knee socket behind the crook of his leg, and then continuing down his calf to his ankle. The old man’s feet were skinny and bony, the heels and toes covered with rough dead skin, and the veins on the tops of his feet stood out. I thought, this is the record of the old man’s hard life, he relies on these feet to come and go in the wind and rain, in order to live for the sake of raising me. Thinking of this, I had no qualms about containing his rough big toes, licking and kissing obliviously on his big feet that had labored all his life.
Like a hungry, greedy baby, I alternated between taking each of his toes, sucking on them as hard as I would suck milk from a nipple, my tongue licking the crevices between them. When my tongue swept over the soft flesh of the center of his foot, his body twisted a few times and he moaned twice in a muffled way. I knew he was a little ticklish, but the moans also showed that he was enjoying the licking and kissing and needed the stimulation.
Turning my head, I cradled his left foot again, licking and kissing over every inch of his foot as delicately as I had been doing. As I licked and kissed my way down his ankle to his left calf, a dark red scar lying like an earthworm on the inside of his calf evoked a moment I will never forget. That year I was in fourth grade, summer vacation when I saw other children with their parents to go on field trips, they also clamored for him to take me out to play, a little bit did not think that the family is not as rich as others, also did not think that he was not as other people’s parents have as much free time, to know that he is scavenging and no holidays and weekends, a day not to toil life will be more and more difficult. But he still satisfied me, took me on a tour bus to the outskirts of the mountains to play.
On the way back, the tour bus collided with a large truck on a mountainous highway, resulting in a comminuted fracture of my right thigh. As a result of the dispute over compensation, my treatment was delayed for some time, resulting in an infected wound. Later, with the intervention of the relevant parties, the compensation issue was resolved and I was transferred to a hospital with better conditions for treatment. The doctor removed the infected free bone fragments, and at the same time, he needed to transplant a bit of my bone elsewhere to help my injured leg recover and avoid causing disability. Upon hearing this, he strongly disagreed with the idea of taking a bone from elsewhere in my body, and insisted that the doctors take a bone from his leg and give it to me, saying that the child’s leg had already been injured, and that she could not be subjected to pain and suffering elsewhere.
As a result, a part of his body was permanently embedded in mine, while four steel nails were driven into his legs, leaving permanent scars. I remember when he was dragging his operated leg to take care of me night and day, and every time I urinated or defecated he was the one who held me and carried me by both legs to the toilet. In retrospect, it must have been his erect penis that was poking me in my lower buttocks. But I didn’t know anything about it at the time and thought he had an extra bone growing there so he would have extra bone to transplant to me. Now, looking at his aging, weakening penis, I really regret not giving myself to him when he was at the height of his physical needs.
I kissed the scar long and hard, then slowly licked and kissed my way up his leg, repeating the same motions and process as every inch of his toes, ankles, knees and thighs were covered by my lips and tongue. Slowly, I moved back up to his crotch, but this time instead of touching his cock and scrotum, I rubbed my lips over his pubic mound covered in florid white pubic hair, the hot breath from my nose warming and stimulating the small of his back. His belly was rising and falling violently as he was trying to keep himself calm with deep breaths.
I leaned to one side of his body, my lips kissing his ribcage as if it were a rugged scrubby road, while rubbing his flaccid scrotum with my hand, my fingers pinching and stimulating his testicles from time to time. I licked and kissed my way to his armpits, noticing that he was already sweating slightly, and that his armpits were emanating some of the distinctive smell of male perspiration, which irritated me to the point that I couldn’t help but ooze some more lust. The room was already warm, and I gently lifted the covers a bit as my lips and tongue continued to roam over his body.
Slowly, my plump, soft breasts had fully pressed against his chest, and my lips kissed their way up to his chin and the protrusion of his throat that I had shaved. At this point, I was a little hesitant, not knowing if the two of us would be able to survive the embarrassment and shame of being face-to-face as we continued to kiss our way up to his lips. But, I thought, now that I’ve taken the first step, I’m going to give myself completely to him so that he gets a complete birthday present. So, with determination, I kissed him from his chin upwards and finally pressed my lips against his trembling, dry lips. He must have been a little terrified too, his head bobbing slightly as he tried to avoid my wet kisses. However, I continued to pursue his lips and stuck my tongue out to lick the rough folds of his lips, which in turn parted his lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth.
The breath in the old man’s mouth was somewhat bitter, and he gently clenched his not-so-strong and chipped teeth in an attempt to stop me from moving any further in. However, he was clearly not as determined as I was, and soon the gates were open and stirring his own tongue to tangle with mine. The sweet kiss caused the hormone levels in our bodies to rapidly increase, and the saliva between the two of us became sweeter and sweeter. Finally, I let go of his tongue and moved my lips upward to kiss his nose, his tightly closed eyes, his eyebrows, and his forehead that was oozing with a few beads of sweat. Suddenly, he curled up a bit and probed down my straight chest, taking one of my nipples at a time, followed by sucking hard like a hungry child.
I straightened my chest and allowed him to take turns kissing and sucking on both of my nipples, while at the same time, one of my hands reached down and stroked his slowly swelling cock, hoping to bring him more and more stimulation. By this time, the covers had slipped off our bodies, leaving one old and one young torso simultaneously uncovered and exposed in the hot, summery room. Such an exposed scene seemed to make him feel even more ashamed, and he suddenly released his lips from sucking on my nipples, and his rough palms stopped greedily caressing my smooth back. Knowing that I had to give him some more encouragement, I rolled over and straddled my legs on either side of his shoulders, my naked pussy and ass almost up to his chin. My face then moved closer to his somewhat hard cock, rubbing his balls with one hand and stroking back and forth across the small of his back. At this point, I suddenly felt how smooth, soft and lovely his skin was!
He also became a little more wanton under my stimulation, and his rough fingers traced my soft, delicate pussy and anus, causing me to jolt with memories of that déjà vu sensation. That year, when I was about four or five years old and just a little shyly aware, once I didn’t poop for two days because of constipation, and my stomach was very uncomfortable. Maybe because he didn’t have the money to go to the hospital, or maybe because he thought it wasn’t a serious illness and he was perfectly capable of dealing with it, he treated me according to the native way. He took off my pants, asked me to kneel down on the bed with my buttocks puckered high, and shoved two bars of soap, moistened and sharpened to the thickness of a chopstick head, into my anus, and then massaged my anus and perineum with his fingers. In retrospect, he saw my most secret female organ at the time, and perhaps got a little frisky as well, because he actually kissed my anus and pussy in the middle of the massage, muttering, “How sad, my little baby ……”
His prescription really worked, and it didn’t take long for me to have a bowel movement, so I hurriedly told him, then lifted my pants and ran outside to go to the toilet, and the problem of constipation was really solved. At that time, we lived in an old shantytown, and there was only one public restroom in the alley, so I had to go to the restroom once and run a long way.
Later, after having a boyfriend and a husband, I realized that a woman’s pussy and anus can also be kissed and caressed by a man. On our wedding night, when my husband pushed the tip of his tongue into my anus, he also exclaimed, “I love you so much, my little baby ……”, which suddenly reminded me of my childhood experience and the feeling I had when the old man pressed his lips on my anus. Now that the old man’s anus was right in front of me, I was going to return the favor in the same way.
I gently pressed one finger to the core of his frilly asshole, caressing it slowly, pressing my clipped nails slowly but firmly in toward it. Despite his age, his muscles were still tight and strong, contracting against my deeper penetration. But knowing what he was feeling inside, knowing that such stimulation would rejuvenate him, I continued to push my fingertip in toward the center of his asshole. Finally, the first knuckle of my finger was fully inserted into that tight hole of his flesh, and I gently hooked my finger, gouging and slowly twitching and vibrating it inside his anal opening, massaging and stimulating with skillful strokes a hidden part of him that had never been caressed by the opposite sex before.
When I used to make love to my husband, I used to use this technique to bring him special excitement and enjoyment. Sometimes he didn’t even bother to have penetrative sex with me, but just wanted me to lick, kiss and finger-fuck his anus while I moved his penis around, while he held his legs high in the air, his mouth pumping cool air, moaning like a woman being penetrated. Eventually, he would always get so aroused that he would stop being lazy and push up his incredibly hard cock to satisfy my desires.
To give him even more stimulation and enjoyment, I turned around and knelt between his legs, lifting his legs so that his entire pussy was fully exposed, then lowered my head and kissed my lips into his groin, my tongue licking and kissing its way through his dark daisy-like folds. After a while, I continued upward, licking his rice-covered chicken-skinned scrotum and the perineum area beneath it before taking his balls into my mouth and caressing them with my tongue. I alternated kissing his two meatballs for a good ten minutes, feeling his balls slowly swell in my mouth.
Then I continued to lick my way up his long dangling scrotum. With the covers up, I was able to see his penis in the dim light coming in through the window. It was the first time I had ever gotten a clear view of his cock, a beautiful cock, though not fully erect. The thick fleshy shaft was encased in a very delicate foreskin that had probably never really been used in his life, and his foreskin still covered the entire glans. I gently jerked his brown foreskin downward, easily exposing his purple-black glans, thinking that perhaps this was the result of his long masturbation?
Kissing and stroking this majestic male organ, I wondered if he hadn’t come from humble beginnings, if he hadn’t been in dire straits, it might have made a big difference, and it might have gotten women to gravitate towards it. At that moment, I couldn’t help but remember that when I was 10 years old, someone introduced him to a woman, a very decent-looking woman in her 40s, who also recognized him as a man and a hard worker and was willing to live with him. However, she made a condition that he send me to an orphanage. In the end, he made a difficult choice between wanting the warmth of a woman or caring for me, who had been abandoned since birth, and gave up enjoying the tenderness of a woman and the companionship of a married couple because he couldn’t tolerate me being abandoned again.
After my boyfriend and I stole the forbidden fruit, after I lay with my husband in the marriage bed, after I couldn’t resist the temptation to secretly rendezvous with my lover behind my husband’s back, I more deeply realized how much perseverance and courage it took for him to give up the tenderness of a woman back then, and more deeply felt what a great contribution and sacrifice he had made for me. Therefore, when he wanted me to offer myself to him as a birthday gift, I felt that I finally had the opportunity and the means to repay him.
The thumb and forefinger of my left hand formed a ring around his scrotum near the root of his penis, and slowly jerked it downward, squeezing his two bulging testicles in my hand and pinching them slightly to bring him a shallow, painful, and deep stimulation; the thumb and forefinger of my right hand pinched the foreskin on his glans, and slowly jerked it downward, exposing the thick glans completely. His glans is very hot, the fish mouth like horse eyes oozing a little liquid, my tongue gently licked up, tasted a kind of fishy salty flavor. It was as if he was already in heat.
So, I put his legs, which I had lifted, on the bed and pushed myself up to rub my breasts against his erect penis. As my nipples slid over his stem and glans, I felt his foreskin so smooth, so soft, so ……, yes, so heartbreaking, and that word is definitely apt!
Very heartbreaking for a man who has such a strong penis but hardly ever enjoys a woman’s flesh, very heartbreaking for a man whose glans is still wrapped in a foreskin at this age, very heartbreaking for the fact that he once had the power and opportunity to take possession of my virginity but let it go for nothing, very heartbreaking for the fact that it was in his old age that I had the courage to give him my tenderness in full… …
Lowering my head and once again taking the glans that peeked out of my cleavage into my mouth, I savored his majesty and long suppressed desire with my lips and tongue. The hard, swollen and at the same time very soft glans brought me a very pleasant sensation, and with my tongue feeling the quivering of his horse’s eye and the fragrance of the flavor of the liquid oozing out, I slowly buried my head and swallowed his cock down my throat, giving him a deep-throat blowjob like he had never experienced before. I knew that my deep-throating skills had marveled my boyfriends, husbands, and lovers before, and were sure to give him the enjoyment and excitement of a lifetime.
Sure enough, he couldn’t stand it right away, his glans throbbing in my mouth, oozing more fluid, and his soft grunts turning into ragged gasps and moans. I knew he was about to cum, and I knew that it was impossible for a man of this age to get another erection after cumming, and I was going to make him enjoy real sex, and I was going to make him shoot his cum into my pussy. So I tightened the muscles of my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his glans with the help of my tongue, while pinching the root of his penis tightly with my index finger and thumb to suppress his impending eruption and movement, then quickly got up, lifted one leg across the small of his back, knelt on both knees on either side of his crotch bone, and with my hand on his hard penis aimed at the opening of my wet cunt, I slowly sat down.
Ahh! We father and daughter were finally joined as one! With ample foreplay, his penis as hard as a young man’s, and my vagina as wet as the first time I cheated on him, it was easy for our two bodies to come together. Back then, he took the initiative to contribute his leg bones to me to save me from suffering from a disabled limp, and I could not fully appreciate his pain and happiness in my passive acceptance. Today, when I carry the name of the world and do things that are against human nature, I can truly realize how fast and happy it is to endure the pain and contribute to my beloved! In the past 30 years, he used all his love and dedication to save my life and make my happy life, and now I want to use all my love and dedication to make his life eternal in a moment.
I slowly raised my body and then slowly sat down again.
A little.
Two clicks.
Three down.
As my body sat down on the fourth stroke, I felt his scrotum begin to tighten, his testicles swell a bit, and his penis throbbed a few times in my pussy, so I knew he was about to cum and shrugged up and down a few more times quickly. Oooh! He really did cum! The hot cum gushed like a torrent deep inside my vagina and how I wished he could just keep cumming, keep cumming and never stop, so that I could conceive his child, so that his seed would bear the flowers of monstrous love inside me ……
I lay gently prone on his body, my lips on his, feeling every throb, every gasp with all my heart. After a long time, when I felt his weakened cock had slipped out of me, I reluctantly rolled away from his body and lay on my side, my fingers gently pinching one of his nipples as I continued to feel him shudder and kissed his cheek and neck from time to time.
That’s when I said the first words of the evening, “I hope you enjoy moments like this as much as I do!”
But he didn’t hear me, for he had already fallen asleep with a quiet smile on his face. I leaned on my side and looked at him lovingly, realizing that what I had given him was not just a birthday present, but also the biggest and best reward for his life’s work in nurturing me. He was the one who gave me a second life, and he was my birthday present too. Happy Birthday! I said to him, and to myself, and slowly lay down beside him and fell asleep with a pale and wonderful feeling ……
The next morning, when my husband, who had returned early from a business trip, woke me up from my sleep with a face full of shock, I realized that he was lying naked in my naked arms, having long ago turned into a cold zombie, but a smile was still on his pale face ……