Fingering Old Wet Cunts Ch 02

Introduction

I am an old dedicated granny lover (50) who, as well as fucking them, my greatest pleasure is kissing, licking and fingering old sloppy hairy cunt and shit holes. The bonus for me is when I get them worked up they start dribbling piss and then they virtually beg for a good fucking. Once I have assured them that dribbling piss is ok, it is only a matter of time before I get them to love piss play and fucking.

I have tried lots of places to pick up horny old biddies but the best are centres for the elderly. You have to be patient, but after several weeks of bingo gin rummy and other stupid past times, I got to know some nice potential ladies who took a keen interest in my past. Olive was the one I focused on as she aroused me.

At 81 she was tubby, size 16 with what I could make out, a nice pair of tits but more significantly she always wore a skirt or dress and she smelt lovely. One afternoon she asked if we could chat, so we had a cup of tea in a discreet corner.

"Tom I hope you don't mind me asking but these last few weeks I noticed you keep looking at me -- in a nice way I should add."

"Was it that obvious Olive? Please forgive me for admiring such a sexy elderly lady like you."

"Don't be ridiculous Tom. Me sexy, at my age?"

"Well Olive you might not think so but the way you cross your legs showing me a bit of stocking top does arouse me, an avid admirer of elderly ladies."

Olive went bright red as she now knew that I had noticed her deliberate showing. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I bet you wear lovely underwear, go on give me a quick flash."

Without saying a word, she moved her chair opposite me and then shyly lifted her skirt and pushed her fat thighs wide apart. "Yes, I'm right. Now why don't we get out of here and go to the pictures -- back row!"

I could not believe my good fortune but was curious as to why Olive did what she did. She told me that her husband died 6 months ago and they were both highly sexed but during the last few years, they restricted themselves to mutual masturbation.

"To be frank Tom, I was going mad with frustration and when you took an interest I took my chance, and from the look of the bulge in your trousers, you are a randy bugger too."

He took Olive to his favourite cinema that showed old '50s and '60s films for their elderly clients and where the pervert manager encouraged old couples to get down and dirty in double seats in the back row. After getting tickets, they sat down. After adjusting to the darkness they saw, two seats across, an elderly couple, she was giving his cock a good 'seeing too'. With her skirt up to her waist and legs wide apart he was giving her a robust fingering. The smell of sex was enticing.

"Come on", she said leaning over and pushing her lips on his and her tongue forcing his mouth open. After a couple of minutes of a vigorous exchange of saliva Olive whispered, "Please finger fuck me now."

Accommodating him, she opened her cubby legs as far as possible and he soon had his hand on her crutch. And much to my delight her granny pants were piss soaked. As he started pushing his fingers up into her still hairy hole and his thumb on her engorged clit he said, "Olive, do you dribble piss often?"

"That's it Tom finger my clit. Oh yes, I'm ready to cum and, oh fuck, here it comes. Yes, Yes Oh fuck me yes."

As she shuddered, a hot spurt of piss soaked my hand. After calming down she coyly said, "Does that answer your question? Tom I said my dead hubby and I were highly sexed, well, I should have said that we were fucking perverted. Piss sex and pissing in public, rimming, fucking each other with large dildos, you name it and we probably did it. Now can you see why you are my knight in shining armour!"

Although Olive enjoyed her cinema piss orgasm, I had to make do with her giving me a quick wank. Generally, I only get a stonking hard-on after a long piss. So I decided that for our next visit we would wear loose fitting incontinence pants. That would please Olive as I could give her a robust fingering while she pissed as much as she liked. And me with a well-filled bladder I could have a lovely long slow piss whilst fingering her and later, with a stonking hard-on, I could shoot loads of creamy thick spunk.

Olive loved the idea and suggested we go for a long leisurely shopping trip in the supermarket. "But it must be as late as possible," she added, "About 10 would be ideal as it will be dark and with the tinted glass in the back of your car no one will see us fucking like rabbits."

Our piss trip as Olive called it was delightful. We both loved letting go of intense spurts of hot piss. I had a stonking hard on so when in the toilets, I eased it out over the piss pad. As it was tenting in my trousers I could not hide it so decided to show it off. The sly smiles I got from some elderly ladies gave me an idea for getting their interest in the future.

"Tom, my cunt is on fire here. I want your cock now, in the car."

When we got to the car, which I had parked right in the far corner of the car park, Olive lifted her dress and took off her piss pad and I did the same. We got in the back of the car and she could not wait. Lying down with her legs spread I pushed my thick throbbing cock into her slopping wet old hairy cunt.

Olive smiled as I pushed it in she said "Oh fuck me, yes, yes, now bang me really hard and I want to feel lots of your lovely thick spunk!"

"Oh Tom, oh Tom thank fuck I found you, go on I'm cumming." So was I, as soon as I started spraying her cunt with spunk she let out an almighty scream and climaxed, with a strong steam of lovely hot piss. Boy, she had a massive bladder.