Down the Lane

Saturday evening at Harry's house...

"Yeah that's it...come at me from behind...I like it like that." Becky's fervent words convey her thrill at Harry's renewed vitality. After a long session of missionary and a short rest Becky has enticed her elderly lover into another coupling by assuming an all fours position, Harry unable to resist despite his tired state.

"Oh fuck yes!" Becky almost screams the last word out as Harry enters her once more, grasping her hips tightly and thrusting. He's aching all over and bathed in sweat but continues humping Becky harder and faster at her request while she watches through the mirrored wardrobe doors of the bedroom.

"Please...spank me." She begs, Harry quickly obliging with swift, firm movements of his large hands.

Much time has passed since their first romantic evening together, and after six weeks of getting to know each others turn ons, Harry has come out of his shell somewhat.

In the safe environment of his home, and with Becky's submissive nature encouraging him, Harry's dominant side has blossomed, the old doctor proving to be quite masterful when he wants to.

Crack...crack...crack, each hard slap makes a satisfying noise, music to Harry's ears.

At first he had been reluctant to engage in such an activity, fearing he'd hurt Becky, however, observing her behaviour while being spanked convinced him that she loved feeling his firm hand on her bottom. Swapping over from his right hand to left, crack...crack...crack, her left buttock wobbles and ripples with each slap, delicate skin quickly turning crimson to match the other cheek.

Having stopped thrusting to administer the young ladies discipline, Becky slowly backs on to him rocking back and forth to keep the rhythm going.

For Harry, who's been holding onto his cum for a long time, spanking the young lady and watching her fervent gaze in the mirror proves too much, the teasing motion of her movements back and forth...the final straw.

He quits the spanking and grasps her once more firmly by the hips, thrusting hard. Becky senses his urgency, and knowing what's coming begins to excitedly goad, "Oh yes!...go on granddaddy...do it...come in me...please...please give me that fucking spunk."

As Harry's climax approaches, he gazes into the mirror watching Becky's large boobs jiggle with each powerful thrust. Gazing back at him she has a final request just before Harry fills her, "Pull my hair...please...hard."

Grasping a handful of raven locks Harry obeys, pulling Becky's hair and forcing her head back sharply, "Yes!" She squeals with delight, the thrill of being controlled evident in both her eyes and the tone of her voice.

"Aaaagh." Harry gasps as he thrusts forward into her and stops, holding her tightly while he parts with what feels like a gallon of the stuff.

"Fuck yes!" Becky squeals once more, thrilled with the sensation of heavy pulsing deep within. "Say it...please say it." She pleads for Harry to say those words she loves to hear, the words to which she has grown accustomed over these past weeks.

He doesn't hesitate, lowering himself onto her back and letting her hair go, Harry whispers into Becky's ear, "Good girl...oh you're...you're such a good girl for granddaddy."

"Yes!...mmmm...oh I can feel you granddaddy...shit!...have you been saving that up?"

"Yes...all...for my...good girl." Harry's breathless reply signals the passing of his climax as the flow of cum begins to slow and then stops altogether, after planting a tender kiss on the back of her neck the tired old fella pulls out and collapses onto the bed next to her, exhausted.

Becky, seemingly unfazed by Harry's exertions, quickly spins around so her rear is pointing at the mirror, "Oh yeah look at that."

Harry turns to look at Becky's reflection, a fleshy, rounded rump, both cheeks still red from the recent spanking, nestled between and low down a smooth hairless fanny...leaking pearly goo.

As Harry watches, fascinated, a large droplet falls to the bed cover below.

"Hey Harry." Becky says, noticing she has his full attention she reaches back with a hand between her legs and scoops up some of the mess, brings it back up to her mouth and licks the cum off her hand, all while gazing seductively into Harry's eyes.

"Oh my...you...you're going to...be the death of me young lady."

Harry gasps as he watches her, provoking a devilish grin from Becky before she goes back to checking out the creampie Harry has delivered in the mirror.

"You know...I read somewhere that older guys don't come as much as young ones." Her words are matter of fact and delivered in a relaxed tone, watching herself through the mirror as the goo begins sliding down her inner thigh.

"But you...you make a lot." She turns back to face him and crawls forward to plant a soft kiss on his lips, then lowers herself to his crotch and cleans him up, causing Harry to sigh while stroking her head, "Mmmm...oh my...that feels so good."

The loving attention he's receiving is breathing new life into his libido, and as weary as he feels at the moment it's clear that Harry's appetite for Becky has not quite been satisfied.

"You know my dear...maybe later...I might have another one in me." Raising her head Becky aims a sultry look at Harry before finishing up her cleaning duties.

Satisfied, she returns her gaze upon him, noting that he's looking all of his seventy seven years and then some, red faced and still a little out of breath, it suddenly hits Becky how much she's taking out of the old fella.

"You alright love?"

A very satisfied but weary grin forms on Harry's face as he slowly nods, "Oh I'm very alright sweetheart...just a little tired that's all."

Smiling warmly, the love she feels for him showing through, Becky suggests that Harry have a little rest while she takes a shower, adding that he will need his strength for later.

Standing up off the bed she blows him a kiss and makes her way to the bathroom, leaving the old man to have a much needed rest.

Once in the shower, Becky stands under a jet of soothing hot water and lets her mind wander back to the events of the past six weeks.

Harry certainly had come on leaps and bounds with his confidence, initially timid regarding intimacy, Becky had witnessed his dominant side flourish within the welcoming environment of her submissive nature.

Not only was he just as rough as she liked, being particularly good at spanking, but he had developed a very stern commanding way of speaking to her, reminding Becky very much of her old headmaster, indeed, the schoolgirl/headmaster role playing had proved very popular with both herself and Harry, Becky's old school uniform coming in very handy.

Recently they had experimented with restraints, Harry particularly enjoying being in full control of Becky, the most intense sessions involving her bound and gagged with hands behind back laid across Harry's lap while he administered a good spanking before taking her from behind.

It was during these heated sessions that her bottom became the focus of Harry's attention. Not having any previous experience with wife Ann, he was very curious, inserting a finger initially this quickly progressed to full anal, Harry's size leading to some eye watering moments for Becky, but, with plenty of lubricant and a little patience, it was something that both of them could enjoy.

Outdoors, away from his home, Harry couldn't be more different, reverting back to his cautious timid old self. Becky found that she had to coax him into doing something, so worried was he about getting caught, however, after they'd finished Harry always described to her how exciting it had been, it seemed that once he got going his fears evaporated.

Their favourite place to enjoy such activities was the little copse at the far end of the lane. Now july with summer in full bloom, the thick foliage provided excellent cover and the problem with Charlie barking had been remedied.

After leading the little dog into the trees with them, securing him by his long lead, they had repeatedly left him and returned, increasing the time they were absent a little at a time until Charlie got used to being left, safe in the knowledge that his master would always return, eliminating the need for barking and thus Charlie was trained to be quiet.

Going into the bushes with Harry, both herself and the old fella felt a strong sense of mischief along with excitement, the risk of being discovered intensifying the experience.

During these brief but passionate outdoor sessions there was little time or need for foreplay, both herself and Harry being already highly aroused. Becky's attire reflected the need for easy access, usually a skirt or summer dress, something that could be easily hitched up. Although choosing not to wear panties on the first time, Becky changed her mind regarding underwear for subsequent occasions due to some embarrassing leakage, whilst walking back to the car afterwards. Panties soaked this up quite well, and in any case could easily be pulled down or to one side allowing Harry entry.

The carnal activity itself mostly involved Harry coming from behind while on all fours which pleased Becky tremendously, out in the woods it seemed like the natural thing to do and brought a powerful animalistic quality which tickled her kinky side.

Indeed, while being mounted from behind, she would often request that Harry call her his 'good bitch' instead of 'good girl'.

After laying a blanket down, Becky would get down on hands and knees upon it, Harry following on behind where he'd lift up her skirt and indulge himself a little first, insert a finger or perhaps pull her panties down and have a lick.

Then, after a moment or two she'd feel him move position, kneeling close behind her, sound of trouser zip drawn down, clink of belt buckle and ruffle of trousers being pulled down. By this time Becky was so turned on she was almost dripping.

Once he'd got that big old cock inside her it was a challenge to stay quiet, especially during orgasm. The sex was passionate and heated, often short lived with both herself and Harry climaxing quickly.

The couple also experimented with other positions while in the copse, occasionally making use of a low branch which Becky could rest on while bent double, legs spread wide Harry standing behing her.

Becky grins to herself while recollecting the time that Harry, feeling adventurous, had her up against a tree, her legs wrapped around him, although strong and sprightly for his age the experience had proved to be a knee trembler, not just at the time but also on the way back to the car, Harry walking with a rather wobbly gait.

'Not that I'm complaining.' He'd said getting gingerly into the rolls, 'but I don't think we should do it like that again...my legs...the buggers won't stop trembling.'

At this she'd broken into a fit of giggles to which Harry soon joined, chuckling at his own predicament.

As well as experimenting in the bedroom and enjoying al fresco fun a couple of times during the week, there was also the exciting aspect of telling their friends all about it.

And it was one of these recent chats with her friend Liz that Becky now recalled as she turned off the shower, getting out and beginning to dry herself. After toweling her hair she puts on a bathrobe and goes to check on Harry.

Carefully pushing the bedroom door open a little she sees he's asleep so doesn't bother him, preferring to leave him be and rest, for a little while at least.

Going downstairs she turns on the tv, not really watching it but needing some background noise. The big old house was very nice but sometimes the feeling she shouldn't be here was tangible, as though Harry's wife Ann could somehow sense her presence.

She knew it was silly of course, shaking it off Becky let her mind wander once again, back to the last intimate chat with Liz, during which her friend had brought up the subject of Harry's good friend David. They were in Becky's house, her mum Pat being at work meant they had the place to themselves, chatting and drinking, with the booze flowing Becky had been going into more detail than she normally would, telling Liz about a recent al fresco experience with Harry down the lane.

Liz listened with much eagerness, interrupting occasionally with questions and comments. Waiting while after she'd finished, Liz asked a question that Becky was now very familiar with, and subsequently weary of, but her randy friend persisted nethertheless.

After telling Liz that no, she didn't want any help with Harry, and that the pair of them would probably kill him, Liz turned her attention to David, whom Becky had told her about some weeks previously.

Would David be interested in contacting her? With a view to getting to know each other better.

When Becky had first told her friend about Harry, Liz had expressed surprise about his age, and this had quickly turned to fascination. Having a 'thing' for older men, and already in a relationship with a guy in his forties, the idea of doing it with someone much older, was something she found irresistible.

David appeared the perfect choice, the same age as Harry with a similar extended family, he too is a great-grandfather. He lives alone with his wife out of the way in a care home, and from what Harry had told her, David's libido seemed quite healthy, always wanting lots of details from Harry about his intimate time with her.

The thing that had so far this evening prevented Becky from mentioning anything about this to Harry, was that she knew David had had a previous affair that nearly destroyed his marriage, so would he risk it again?

There was only one way to find out, and so, while Becky vegged out to an episode of coronation street, she made up her mind to propose the idea to Harry.

After the show had finished, and after a little switching about, Becky decided that the aching desire between her legs needed some more attention...it was time to switch off the tv and wake Harry up.

A mischievous grin slowly spreads across her face as she stands up and heads for the stairs, the way she's thinking of waking him...making her feel rather naughty.

After ascending the stairs she crosses the landing, approaching the bedroom where Harry is still sleeping Becky slips off her robe and enters, closing the door behind her.

For a moment there is silence from the bedroom, interrupted only by the kitchen clock downstairs chiming eight thirty, then, seconds later, a man's gasp can be heard, followed by Harry's muffled but audible words..."Oh...oh yes...oh good lord!"

**

The following weekend.

"What if a police car comes along?...if they see my rolls parked in the lane unattended at this time of night...they'll be suspicious for sure...and if they start making enquiries..."

"Harry!" Becky interrupts, her annoyance clearly noticeable in the tone of her voice, "When have you ever seen a police car on that road?...we rarely see any vehicle never mind the police."

Softening, she gazes at him in the gloom, reaching a hand up behind his neck she pulls him down into awaiting lips.

The kiss is deep, passionate, and backed up with a crotch grope, it does what Becky intends, distracts Harry from his worries.

After breaking away, she smiles wickedly up at him, "C'mon...it'll be alright." Then proceeds to lead the old fella into the field of barley.

It had taken a lot of persuasion to get Harry this far, his main worry was the car, quickly followed by the fear of being discovered naked and cavorting with a young lady in the middle of a farmers field.

After describing to Harry one of her first fantasies involving him, Becky had kept hinting at wanting to make it real, and her persuasion gathered pace over time... until now.

For Harry, the idea sounded like folly initially. Yes it was exciting in the copse during weekdays and although in daylight they had good cover, but a field in the dead of night? With little cover? It seemed like madness, but Becky insisted, and they both knew that what Becky wanted she got...not that he was complaining of course.

Heading out from the cover of the tree line brought with it a sense of adventure as well as the already high level of arousal, Harry suddenly felt so young again, the sound of his stride through dry ripe barley evoking memories of a long ago childhood, the covert atmosphere surrounding tonight reminiscent of boyhood exploits going back to another time when being out at night was a thrill, a fledgling rebellion against strict parents.

For Becky however, this, was familiar. A keen lover of nature she'd visited the lane and it's surrounding fields at night many times in the past, often sitting still for hours just listening to the sounds of nocturnal life all around her.

Walking along through thigh high stalks, the barley spikes tickling her bare legs, tonight she's wearing a short loose fitting summer dress, panties, and nothing else, something she can swiftly remove when the time comes.

Heading for an ancient oak tree that stands solitary in the middle of the field, the night is still and bathed in the cold light of a full moon, although they cannot do anything about the noise they're making the tree's shade will help conceal them.

At last in position under the oak's canopy, Harry lays out the blanket while Becky rests against the trunk...watching...listening.

It's quickly established that they have the area to themselves and so Becky, eager to proceed, goes to Harry, the couple sharing a passionate kiss while she unfastens his trousers belt.

Breaking away, Harry looks nervously around, letting the young lady undress him as he does a last minute check for anyone who could disturb them.

It doesn't take long for an impatient Becky to remove Harry's clothing, and once he's naked she removes her underwear then pulls the dress over her head, standing before Harry naked, allowing a giggle to escape at the expression on his face before leading him by hand down onto the blanket.

As before at the copse excitement is in full control, Becky wasting no time with her affections, going straight for Harry's semi erect cock and taking him into her mouth, she on all fours he kneeling before her.

"Aaahh." A gasp from above and hands holding her head, stroking her long hair, she can feel him swelling, the thick shaft firming up at her touch.

Not wanting to get Harry too excited, just enough oral to satisfy her desires and get him nice and stiff. Sucking Harry's big old cock has become something of an addiction for Becky, it's always difficult to let him go, but let go she must...if he's to fulfill another aching desire.

Satisfied he's ready she lets him out and lays down on her back, needing no encouragement Harry gets down on top of her and she spreads her legs wide as he moves into position.

"Aaahh." This time it's Becky's turn to gasp, Harry pushing his whole length inside her snug, slick opening, he rests for a moment while they kiss deeply, relishing the sensation of becoming one with this beautiful young lady.

Breaking off, they gaze into one another's eyes as Harry begins to build a deep slow rhythm, giving her all of him on each in stroke, his balls squashing tightly against her with every powerful thrust.

Becky moans and gasps, her fantasy finally becoming real intensifying the experience. She watches him carefully as he stares back down, twinkling eyes in the gloom full of fervent determination.

Worries about being discovered are quickly forgotten by both as the passion rises and inhibitions are swallowed up by mutual hunger...desire...all consuming.

Just like the twice weekly visit to the little copse their coupling is brief but potent, with Becky succumbing first in a haze of whispered expletives, her legs wrapped around her lover tightly, body trembling.