I am an old guy (70) who takes an age to get a good boner. It has its benefits because I love snogging/kissing and fingering old ladies' hairy cunts and shit holes, which gets me hard but also stimulates their old bladders to dribble, and they get so worked up they want a good fucking. Susan was my type of sexy granny. Although she must be in her eighties, she had a lovely plump figure (I guessed a size 18) and seemed to like showing off her tits as she always wore low-cut dresses or blouses.
To my eye, she was an ideal candidate. She lived four bungalows down from me, and over the past couple of years, we acknowledged each other, and I had done a few small jobs for her.
Therefore, it was a surprise when she phoned me quite late last night. "Oh, Stan, I'm sorry to trouble you, but this is so embarrassing, but the zip on my girdle is stuck and won't budge, and I just cannot get it off. I don't have anyone else to ask, and I know you will be discreet about this."
"Don't worry, Susan; I will be with you in a minute."
"Oh, thank goodness, I'll leave the front door open. I'll be in the bathroom."
Now, not having any sex signals from her ever, I assumed she was telling the truth. Nevertheless, seeing her semi-naked was appealing. She was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, legs akimbo, pants, girdle and bra in place. She did look inviting; her tits were too big for the bra and were spilling out.
"Thank goodness, Stan. I can't pull this damn girdle down without the zip open. What do you suggest?"
"First, I'll get some pliers and see if that works. If not, I will have to cut you out, OK?"
"Yes, but hurry."
The pliers didn't work; the zip would not budge, so I used scissors. I got her to stand up, and I knelt and took off her granny pants; the wet gusset confirmed that she was a leaker.
"Now, Susan, don't be alarmed, but the only space I can start to cut safely is between your legs. Please part your legs a bit more. Noting her nice hairy fanny and as close to her cunt as possible gently, I eased the scissors under the girdle, and it was off in seconds. As it fell away, her soft belly flopped down. She was one sexy old lady. This was the point where I expected her to get into her dressing gown, but no, she just stood there showing off her very hairy old fanny.
"Stan, I really can't believe how erotic that was. I think it was feeling the back of your hand brushing my pubes. I never trim them."
That was a gross understatement. Her hair grew from just below her belly button to the tops of her thighs. "Don't do that; I get very excited by elderly ladies with lots of hair. Not being too personal, but does it grow around to your bottom?"
"Yes. Stan, I don't know how to say this, but right now I am feeling very adventuresome. Would you like to play with me? I have not had a man in my life for over 15 years."
"I most certainly would. I would prefer if we could have a nice long snog so I can explore all your lovely body."
"Well, you've seen most of it, so why not? But first, let's have a cuppa and a nice chat."
Sitting in the kitchen drinking our tea, I asked Susan why she liked to show off her tits in public. "In truth, Stan, I get a real kick out of seeing men of all ages ogle them, and it makes me feel sexy. When I was married, we had a very healthy sex life, and I miss it. At my age, there are no old guys I can play with who still get hard."
"Well, that's where you're wrong. My nice, thick seven inches gets hard with a lot of heavy petting with nice ladies like you."
"But Stan, I'm a good fifteen years older than you. How can you consider kissing me?"
"I'll let you into a secret: I have a strong fetish for playing with and having sexual intercourse with old ladies. I have done since I was 32 when a friend of my Gran taught me lots of erotic and perverted things about sex."
"So my old fat body and droopy tits turn you on?"
"Yes, absolutely, and don't forget your luscious pubic hair."
"Well, bugger me, let's get down to it!"
On the settee, we embraced with a lot of wet tongue action. Susan was sighing and saying stuff like, "Oh yes". Her hand was now massaging my cock, which was semi-hard. She was getting hot, and as my hand made its way to her hairy cunt, she opened right up, giving me unlimited access. She moaned as I slid a finger in her pussy. It was sloppy and very wet.
" Go on, Stan, finger me hard, really hard."
As I was ramming her cunt with my thumb on her clit she gave me what I craved -- a lovely squirt of hot piss.
"Oh, sorry, Stan, couldn't help it." That's ok, sweetheart, I love it; we'll get on very well if you continue squirting."
Suddenly, she unzipped me and wrenched out my now rampant cock. Having a quick look, she remarked, "That's beautiful!" and engulfed it with her mouth. It is not great, but what blows my mind is that an ancient 82-year-old lady is acting like a lovely old tart. It was feeling good, and I didn't want to spunk too soon, so I gently eased her up and leaned her back, and we resumed kissing and back to fingering her. But I was determined to fuck her. As if reading my mind, she repositions herself by turning around but with her arsehole facing me with legs apart, displaying her lovely fat hairy cunt. In full view, her ass is flabby and makes me harder. I pull her cheeks apart so I can drink in all that lovely hair around her shithole. I'm so sexed up that I cannot help myself, and I start licking it. By her body tremors, she was not expecting that. Soon, she sighs again, deep and slow.
Given the green light, I continue eating and licking her shithole and pushing the tip of my tongue inside.
"Stan, that feels fantastic. Please also play with my clit." As I am diddling her thick old clit, she shouts, "Fuck my shitter." As her bum is covered in piss, my cock slips in so easily. She must have done this with her dead hubby. As I set up a rhythm and still fingering her clit she goes ballistic.
"Oh fuck, you lovely granny lover, I'm coming." Not only that, but she releases another lovely gush of hot piss.
My balls tense up, and I pump two good streams of creamy spunk into her bowels. After cleaning ourselves up, we had a long chat about my piss fetish, and she said, "I'm 82, Stan, and could drop dead tomorrow, but in the meantime, I want as much kinky sex as possible. Shall we make this a weekly event?"
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