I Know Some Tricks to Get You in Shape Young Man
Larry receives a sensual oily massage from his Grandma’s best friend
Larry turned the corner and decided to increase his pace over the last stretch to his grandma’s house.
He was perspiring, and he felt his heart was pounding after the fifteen kilometers he had already run, but he was determined to beat his best time. All part of his plan to get in better shape.
He had taken to looking at the ground, rather than straight ahead when he was sprinting. It was a psychological trick he had heard one of the athletic coaches at college talk about.
“See guys, if you just focus on the ground a couple of meters ahead of you, instead of looking straight ahead, you’ll be able to keep up the pace. You remove the negative thoughts about how far the finish line is. Just keep running!’
It had worked for him up until then.
Or rather, until the moment he didn’t see old Millicent Brewster’s little car reverse out of her drive.
Larry ran straight into the passenger door. He bounced straight off it and landed on his back on the sidewalk, badly winded.
“Oh my goodness,” cried Millicent, jumping out of her car and running round to see what just happened. “Oh Larry, it’s you. I’m so sorry. Are you badly hurt?”
“Only my pride, Mrs. Brewster,” he said, sitting up and rubbing his chest. Then he felt the pain and winced.
“Damn! I think I’ve maybe cracked a rib or two.”
Millicent Brewster was a widow, one of Larry’s grandma’s best friends.
“Well, let me take you right into my house, and I’ll take a look at you, Larry. I was a nurse once, you know.”
Larry stood up, his breath coming in short gasps. ‘That’s a good idea, Mrs. Brewster. Just for a little while, so I can get my breath back.” He held a hand out as she came to help him. “Honest, I can manage.”
“Nonsense, Larry. Like I said, I was a nurse.’”
He resisted the urge to protest and say something about that being maybe twenty years ago. He knew very well that although she was a glamorous looking woman, she had to be in her early seventies at least.
But before he knew it, Millicent had swung his arm about her shoulders and half helped, half marched him up her drive into the house.
She led him to the couch and gently sat him down.
“I see you out running a lot,” she said. “Are you heading to Gladys’s place?”
She plumped up a couple of cushions and eased him back into them.
“I’m trying to get fit, Mrs. Brewster. Yes, when I get to Grandma’s she makes me a smoothie and I maybe do a chore or two for her.”
Millicent was gently palpating his chest through his sweat-soaked T-shirt.
“Are you doing it to get beefed up to impress someone?” A girl, maybe?’
He laughed, but winced and reached a hand to where his chest hurt. Millicent’s hand was already there, and his hand hit the back of hers.
“Not really a girl, Mrs. Brewster. I’m more into women. Older women.”
Millicent had been on her way to the sports club for a swim in the pool. She was wearing a red swimsuit under a loose tracksuit. Larry ‘s eyes dropped to the outline of her aged, but still firm and full breasts. And they fixed on her cleavage.
“Kind of like you, Mrs. Brewster. That hand on my chest helps, by the way.”
Millicent’s eyebrows rose in surprise, and her pretty lip-sticked lips curved into a smile. She stroked a wisp of platinum hair from her cheek.
“Well then I guess I had better just massage a little more,” she said, moving her hand round and round his chest with his hand still on top.
“Don’t you have to get to your Grandma’s, Larry?”
“No rush. She’s always telling me to take this getting in shape business slower.”
Millicent felt Larry’s nipple stiffen under her hand.
“You won’t tell her about our little accident, will you, Larry?”
“I won’t tell her about anything, Mrs. Brewster.”
Millicent laughed. “Well, I never expected this today. But I think I know a few tricks to get you in shape, young man. And they’ll all be our little secrets.”
She moved her hand down his chest onto his shorts and the rapidly growing bulge.
“I like the smell of a man’s sweat,” she said, as she slid her hand down his shirts and grasped his cock. Then peeling his shorts down with one hand, she clutched his balls in one hand and slowly lowered her mouth onto his cock. Down and down, she went, taking his whole length in her mouth until it hit the back of her throat.
Then she started raising and lowering her head, working her tongue on his shaft and sucking furiously.
Larry gasped and reached out to cup her breasts, feeling her nipples pushing through her swimsuit. He fondled them as she gave him the most luscious blowjob he had ever had. Then he yanked her tracksuit and swimsuit down to get at her bare flesh.
She released him from her mouth with a resounding sloppy plopping noise.
“I love the musky smell of your balls,” she said, licking, kissing and sucking them one at a time. “But I’m going to give you a proper sensual massage, young man. Follow me.”
He had little choice as she led him by the cock through to her bedroom. There she commanded him to strip off his shorts and T-shirt and lay down. She lit a scented candle and ran into the bathroom.
Moments later, having divested herself of her clothes, she straddled him. With aromatherapy oils in her hands, she massaged his cock and shoved his balls against her pussy lips.
She began to gyrate against them, sending ripples of pleasure through him.
“I’m going to cover your whole body in scent and oils and massage every muscle in your body, Larry. And as I do it, I’m just going to keep this cock ticking over and throbbing against me.”
“Mrs. Brewster, can’t I fuck you?’
“Not yet, young man. I’m going to lick and kiss every inch of you. It’s part of the treatment. A little restraint is good for the soul. And it’s good to hold on. All I want you to do for now is massage my old boobs. Pinch my nipples and just lie there.”
She rubbed oils all over him, then started kissing, sucking and licking her way down his body. She sucked his nipples, licked his belly button, and slowly reached his cock and balls.
“Lovely, musky, big balls. So full of spunk. Can you feel it all moving as I lick them?”
“Fuck, yes indeed, Mrs. Brewster. I…I…think they might burst.”
“Then it’s time for you to fuck me.”
She lifted herself up and lower her pussy onto his rigid throbbing cock.
“Do you like this old cunt of mine?’ she asked riding him faster and faster.
“Fuck yes. It’s so tight, but so wet as well, Mrs. Brewster.”
Suddenly, she bent backwards, pulling his cock in her cunt. Grabbing the bottle of oil, she poured it over her tits and rubbed it all over herself right down to her clit.
“Now you massage me, young man. Oil me all over and roll my clit. Make me cum. Just hold yourself back, OK!”
She rode him like a stallion, inflaming his passion as he rubbed her clit, squeezed her tits, and then slipped his hand round her rear to play with her asshole.
“Slide it inside me, Larry. There’s plenty of oil.”
Moments later, she shrieked as her orgasm hit her with the force of a battering ram.
Again, suddenly she rose off him, grabbed his cock and started pumping it.
“Roll over on your side!” she commanded. “I’m a nurse, remember that, young man. I know what I’m doing. You just remember you are not allowed to cum until I say so.”
Dutifully he did as she bid and gasped as one-handed she poured oil over his buttocks and worked it into his crease, all the while jerking him off with her other hand.
Then he felt her finger work its way up his anus.
“You’ll like it when I wiggle it about and hit your prostate gland.”
He sure did.
“Mrs. Brewster,” he panted moments later. “I…I…I think…”
‘Turn round on your back, Larry. Now!’
She grasped his cock and directed it at her face, mouth wide open.
“Now, let those balls explode! I want all the cream you’ve got in them!’’
It was like a cream fountain that erupted in… five, six, seven long spurts covering her face and her tits, but most of it shooting into her mouth.
She swallowed and licked her lips as she jerked him off again until he was rock hard. And then she lowered herself down on him again.
“Just like all good exercise, Larry, to get the most out of it, we do repetitions. There’s more spunk in these balls and I’m going to pump you dry.”
“Yes…yes ma’am, Mrs. Brewster.”
And they fucked again and again for two hours until they were both lathered in oil and perspiration. She collapsed on top of him, and they lay kissing and caressing until eventually they stood up. Both of them felt their legs tremble, and they had to steady each other.
After they showered and dressed again, he in his sweaty sports kit, she in her swimsuit and tracksuit, he asked:
“Can I come again, Mrs. Brewster?”
“You can cum in my mouth, up my cunt and all over me as often as you like, young man. I like swallowing your cream and it’ll all soon get you in shape. Just promise me, you’ll not tell anyone.”
“I promise, Mrs. Brewster. Or maybe I could call you Millicent now.”
She thought for a moment, then smiled.
“I think we should stick with Mrs. Brewster. It sounds respectful to an old lady. Besides, we don’t want it slipping out sometime in front of your Grandma. The only slipping I want is the feel of that well-oiled cock of yours up my old cunt.”
