Erin Lovejoy's invitation for Jerry to move in with her and live more or less as a married couple was exciting and a cause for concern to him. At seventy, he had settled into a mundane and slightly boring lifestyle. But recent events after meeting Erin had turned his world upside down.

After the death of his wife, Grace, the year before from cancer, it had taken him months to get over her death and resume a normal life alone. To his surprise, his relationship with Erin had quickly grown from casual neighborly conversations to much more.

Sure, he had been initially attracted to her incredible proportions. Who wouldn't be? Even though she was in her forties, Erin still sported trim hips and nice legs, but also a huge pair of breasts--likely the biggest he had ever laid eyes on. But Jerry was always the perfect gentleman. He forced himself to look directly into her sparkling blue eyes, and he even avoided sneaking glances when he thought she wouldn't notice. Still, he had imagined what it might be like to have his way with those gravity-defying orbs. Grace's A-cup breasts were fine, but she was so prudish about sex that anything other than a little foreplay with them was out of the question. Erin dressed conservatively, but there was no hiding the fact that she was stacked in almost comic-book proportions.

In fifty-plus years of marriage, sex with Grace was routine.

"Oh, just go ahead and do it, Honey. Do we need all this preliminary stuff?" was all the enthusiasm his wife had ever shown. Sex had been sterile, but it was all he knew for most of their marriage, and the last ten years had been mostly celibate due to her health issues.

So when Erin nervously explained to him about the pain in her lactating breasts and a need for relief, he assumed she was only teasing him. But she was serious. When she asked him if he was interested in helping her out by suckling them, he was dumbfounded at first. But once she explained the ground rules she had in mind, he realized this was no joke.

Of course, it had been a trial to follow Erin's restrictions: no kissing, no sex, just suckling to relieve the discomfort of her engorged milky breasts. The first time it had been carefully orchestrated by Erin. She stressed that this was strictly platonic, like a doctor's visit, except more personal. Despite the difference in their age, Erin secretly admitted to herself that she liked Jerry. Her fondness for him was in part BECAUSE of his age. At seventy-something, he was a perfect gentleman widower: neat, friendly, and handsome with a nice smile and a shock of neatly trimmed white hair. And unlike most other men, he treated her with respect and courtesy.

Erin, on the other hand, was still reeling from her divorce. Her marriage to Gregor had produced two wonderful children, now grown, but also a cheating husband who was addicted to womanizing as well as gambling. The sex had been great for years. Gregor loved to suck on his wife's large breasts, and those milky orbs were the key to her happiness. Erin loved the feeling of lactating breasts and discovered even after she stopped breastfeeding her youngest, that she could keep them pumping milk indefinitely. A breast pump worked okay, but it wasn't the same as a pair of suckling lips.

So when she finally got the courage to divorce Gregor, she was left with plenty of money, but no one to pleasure her by draining those magnificent milkers. She ended up buying a smaller house in an older neighborhood and relied on her electric pump for that kind of relief.

She tried a couple of different approaches to find a suitable person for the task, but nothing seemed to work out without the predictable relationship complications. Men, and even a woman she used for a short period were attracted to her for her tits but had baggage as well.

Consequently, she remained hesitant to enter a serious relationship with anyone. She had plenty of offers from men in her spheres, single and married, but she was uninterested. That is, until she met Jerry.

Jerry had a neat, older home next door to hers and was often outdoors watering plants or working in his garden. Erin was surprised when she learned he was in his seventies. She had figured him for around sixty. They had chatted and revealed to one another that he was a widower and she was a divorcee. After several friendly conversations, Erin invited him for coffee, which became a regular event, sometimes at her house and sometimes at his. They enjoyed each other's company. It was that simple.

So when Erin made her proposal, Jerry was at first stunned. He had difficulty believing someone like Erin would be remotely interested in someone like him. But he was a man, and he still had urges, so he nervously agreed after a long explanation from Erin why it was so important to her. And even though she stressed the "no sex" part, he couldn't help but think that what he would be doing WAS sex.

Initially, it was awkward, but when all was said and done, it was successful. Erin's breasts were a fantasy come true, and she found Jerry to be trainable. He was a willing student who followed her instructions with flying colors.

Of course, some things were unpreventable. From the get-go, Jerry tried to avoid erections during their meetings, but at first sight of those huge globes, his pants tented painfully. Erin acknowledged that his excitement was normal as long as he kept it in his pants, and so painful or not, Jerry learned to live with it.

But gradually the rules were bent, making Jerry elated. Erin eventually could not resist the large bulge within arms' reach, and she succumbed and gave Jerry a hand job.

"Admittedly, I feel a little guilty that you are helping me while I do nothing for you. So why don't you slide your pants down and just this once I'll reciprocate."

Erin tried to be as sterile as possible about it, but the feeling of a thick cock in her hand stirred juices in her not felt in ages. And naturally, it didn't stop there. A handjob became a blowjob. And then she decided to remove her shorts and massage his erection with her labia as she sat on him, her breasts dangling in his face. It didn't take much to stretch the already broken rules to allow "just a little" penetration. In short, they were soon fucking like bunnies. Erin rationalized it as a natural progression.

So Jerry had his cake, and got to eat it, too...as well as Erin's pussy while she sucked all the cum from his aching balls. Yes, what started as innocent sucking of Erin's milk-laden nipples soon evolved into consensual sex that was, if not exactly wild, a welcome relief for both of them. Erin discovered that Jerry had a nice-sized cock and a willingness to please her in any way he could.

And so, Erin eventually asked Jerry to spend the night. And after several nights of unwedded bliss, she encouraged him to move in with her. And he accepted on a trial basis, just in case either of them decided it was not a good idea.

Those first nights he spent with Erin were everything he hoped it would be. His memory of his tiny-breasted wife, Grace, undressing in the closet and wearing a flannel nightgown to bed was replaced with Erin in a see-thru teddy and no panties. Her torpedo 38DD's defied gravity as they bounced and swayed enticingly. Erin liked to straddle Jerry and let those orbs dangle in his face as she rubbed her cunt up and down his rigid shaft as a warmup. And once his lips were sucking on her huge nipples and the milk was flowing, she would insert him inside her labia and pump her ass up and down his length. Jerry never knew that sex could be so good.

He quickly learned to hold off shooting into her until she was in a frenzy of fucking. And if she needed more, he would use his tongue and fingers to finish the job. After all, he was a septuagenarian, like it or not. He could not always control himself when she performed her magic.

"Oh, Honey. No worries. You are making me happy just the way you are. I don't expect you to get an erection immediately after you cum. I'm fine just having you suck on my boobs. Shooting inside me is the icing on the cake. I love to feel your cum filling me up."

And Jerry was content to do just that. Now that they were living together, they knew exactly what each other liked. With Grace, experimentation was out of the question, but with Erin, she loved everything, it seemed. She especially enjoyed talking "dirty" during their lovemaking.

"How about if I suck your cock for a while, Sweety. Look how big and fat it gets when I stroke you. I love to wrap my lips around it and feel your big cock throb in my mouth when you are about to cum. And you still have plenty of it in you, you stinker. I should save some for snacks."

But truly, as much as he loved her ministrations with her mouth on him, he never failed to get hard when she dangled a fat tit in his face and fed him a thick, rubbery nipple. Erin had amazing nipples–dark pink areola capped by eraser-sized nubs. He learned that she loved it when he sucked especially hard, extending them as he sucked forcefully and the milk began flowing into his waiting mouth.

Erin would sometimes squirt her breast nectar onto his cock and then lick it off. But she also loved to tit fuck him, wrapping those fleshy melons around him and craning her neck to lick and suck his cockhead as it emerged from her cleavage.

Since neither of them needed to work anymore, these types of sexual activities occurred virtually anytime during the day or night. Whenever the spirit moved them. Erin was like a teenager in heat now that she had found the perfect companion. And Jerry was living a fantasy after a lifetime of living with someone he loved but could care less about sex.

Erin needed her tits fondled and sucked at least several times a week if not daily, and he was happy to help. But invariably Erin pleasured him in the process in one way or another. Often she slipped his fat cock inside her pussy just to watch his expression as she slid up and down. She also liked to turn around and ride him in reverse, watching him over her shoulder as her slim hips and bubble butt humped him.

"I love your cock, Jerry. Don't worry if you have to cum soon. I like to make you happy. Go ahead and shoot it in me. There, just like that, Honey. Oh, goodness, what a load. For an old fart, you cum like a teenager."

Sometimes she would finish by putting her pussy over his face and letting him lick her cunt clean of both their ejaculations. And Jerry loved it when she squirted her cunt juice all over his face. Their trust in one another opened sometimes-forbidden doors.

One night as they both climbed under the sheets, naked as usual, Erin turned and kissed Jerry with special vigor, eliciting a stiff response.

"Oh, my. That got you going." She paused. "Honey...ummm...would you like...like to fuck my ass? I cleaned it especially for you in case you'd like to try that. I've never done that before, but when you lick me or put your fingers in me there, it drives me wild.  I'd like to try your cock there if you would be okay with it. But if that's too weird, tell me."

Of course, Jerry and Grace never considered anal sex, or at least Grace didn't. That was way off-limits. It was hard enough to get her to do anything other than missionary sex.

"Erin, Just tell me what to do."

"Oh, isn't this exciting? I'll tell you what. First, let's warm up and get things nice and juicy."

She spun around and continued her instructions with her mouth over his erection and her ass over his face.

"Go ahead and taste me there. I'm already wet but be sure to use lots of saliva anyway. Yes, just like that. Umm, right there, Sweety. Excuse me while I suck on your fat cock for a while. I can't talk with this big cock in my mouth. It's impolite." She giggled at her joke and then wrapped her lips around his fat crown.

Slurping noises followed for several minutes before Erin paused.

She reached into her nightstand. She pulled out a jar of Vaseline, removed the top, and scooped a wad in two fingers. She rubbed it liberally on Jerry's cock, now standing at full mast. She then took another scoop and rubbed it over the star of her asshole and even inserted a slickened finger partway in, She scooted forward on her hands and knees and turned her head to watch as Jerry kneeled behind her, her breast dangling underneath and her nipples rubbing against the bed.

"Okay, Honey. I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Oh! So are you! You don't mess around, do you? Go slowly at first."

She felt Jerry's cockhead slip down from her rosebud and into her pussy and then up between her cheeks before finally going inside her ass on the second or third try.

Jerry watched in amazement as the plum-sized helmet flattened, and then her wrinkled anus opened up and the head slipped inside her.

"And there you are. Oh my god, that feels different. Different, but good. That's it, Honey. Nice and slow. God, this is wild. I'm a virgin there."

"So am I. Tell me if I'm hurting you." Jerry slowly pushed forward until his groin was flush with Erin's smooth butt cheeks. He was buried. He reached up and squeezed her dangling breasts with one hand and pulled on her nipples, the other hand on her hips for balance.

Erin moaned and began rhythmically swaying and moving her hips in unison with her lover. After several minutes, Erin encouraged Jerry with what she was feeling.

"Oh my god, Jerry. This is so wild. You're fucking my ass, Honey. I never considered letting anyone do this until I met you. You feel so good there. Oh, fuck. That's what I needed: a good ass-fucking and you are doing it wonderfully. I think I'm going to cum soon, Honey. Can you cum with me?"

That was all he needed. Jerry felt a familiar eruption forming in his balls, and with Erin's encouragement, it gained momentum. At the same time, Erin began a slow moan and her hips stopped swaying as he buried himself to the hilt, and started jerking in orgasmic spasms. He pressed forward and held his cock buried in her ass as a jolt of sperm shot out of him and into her bowels. He reached up and pulled on a rubbery nipple, squeezing her tits as several waves of hot cum finally subsided, and his cock gave one last jerk.

Erin collapsed on the bed and Jerry on top of her, still buried in her ass. They lay that way for several minutes before, finally, he rolled off of her and slipped out of her ass.

Erin giggled.

"Cross that off my bucket list. Wow. Not exactly what I expected, but I'm not disappointed. I haven't cum that hard in ages."

She turned around and kissed her anal lover, mashing her bare tits against his chest.

"Thank you, Honey. That was fantastic. It's not something I want to do every day, but for special occasions...wow! I can't wait for your birthday, or even Valentine's Day!"

Jerry said nothing. He only smiled. The sight of his stiff cock sliding in and out of Erin's beautiful ass was almost more than he could take.

He thought, I may not have too many years left, but I'm making the most of them while I'm still able to get it up.

And when a few years later he found difficulty getting an erection despite Erin's best efforts, he solved the problem with a little pill that gave him an iron stiff cock no matter his age. The miracles of modern medicine!

So, it turned out to be a win-win. Both Erin and Jerry lived happily, fucking away like hamsters and loving every second of it. Erin was fulfilled with having her tits continually lactating with a willing mouth, and a thick cock always at home in her mouth or pussy.