It's a thursday night down the lane...
"Yes...yes...yes...yes...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me granddaddy...fuck me granddaddy...oh my god yes...oh my god...yes...yes...yes...YES!" Becky's final yes is not fervently whispered like the other words but shouted out loud causing conflicting emotions within old Harry, pride in the fact he'd just made a teen beauty climax, and worry that someone perhaps nearby may have heard and decided to investigate.
With his hand clenching her hair tightly, pulling her head back just how she likes it, he feels her trembling before him as it passes through. There's a brief silence before Becky's heavy breathing resumes, slowly coming under control.
Looking about himself in the gloom, trying to see anything out the windows is useless, they are all steamed up and it's pitch dark outside, a cold december wind whistles around the car. The likelihood of anyone being down the lane this evening was extremely slim, although they had encountered the odd passing vehicle during previous car fun sessions.
Parked where they are, just off the lane in the entrance to a field, the rolls is partially obscured to anyone passing by a tall hedge. Pushing worrying thoughts to the back of his mind Harry focuses attention back onto his girlfriend, it's been a big one, he can tell because he can feel her juices on his balls...the tickle of a trickle informing him he's done a good job.
Releasing his grip on her hair, Harry places both hands on the young ladies broad hips and begins to build up a healthy rhythm. The backseat of the rolls was certainly spacious but even so it still felt crampt, albeit in the nicest possible way. On his knees behind Becky with his trousers and underwear down around his thighs was hardly dignified, but oh my, what an amazing thrill to do it in the car like this...so...very naughty.
Speeding up his thrusts, a soggy squelching noise can be heard from low down between them and Becky purrs softly at Harry's deep, powerful strokes... she can sense his impending climax.
"You wanna do it like this?...or in my mouth?" She asks, having regained some composure Becky teases Harry by giving him a difficult if not wonderful choice...decisions...decisions.
Harry briefly considers how good Becky's wriggling tongue will feel, but decides that he wants to hear the young lady curse...finding her foul mouthed goading...intensely exciting.
"I...want to...hear you."
In the dark, a wicked grin spreads across Becky's face, Harry's gasped words are music to her ears. As exciting as taking him into her mouth is, she prefers to feel him come in her fanny, and takes delight in goading for she knows how much Harry loves it.
And so, as Harry's balls begin to boil and he thrusts ever faster, Becky whispers to him in the gloom.
"Come on granddaddy give me it...I wanna feel you come in me...oh fuck yes...oh yes...your cock feels so good...yeah that's it faster...fuck me harder yes...go on do it...give me your fucking spunk."
Getting right down with her face on the blanket covered seat she reaches back with one hand and can feel Harry's large sack jiggling away behind her with each frantic thrust.
"Oh yes!...come on that's it...fuck my cunt harder...keep going don't stop...spunk in my cunt...go on...please...please!"
The exquisite sensation of Becky's sharp nails prickling his balls pushes Harry headlong into a powerful climax, thrusting hard into her he suddenly goes still, gripping Becky tightly and somehow resisting an urge to make a whole lot of noise.
"Mmmmm." Becky purrs beneath him, her hand grasping hold his scrotum, she can feel the heavy, slow pulses, both deep within and through her fingers as Harry delivers the goods.
"Oh granddaddy...I can feel you...oh yes there's loads of it...fill me...fill me with that creamy fucking spunk...god yes!...that feels so fucking good...mmmmm."
Harry puffs and pants behind her, keeping a tight grip while it passes, his old heart thumping madly away. Eventually beginning to relax, he lowers himself down across her back as she lets go his balls and resumes an all fours pose.
"Mmmmm." She purrs approvingly at Harry's touch, a soft kiss on the back of her head and heavy breathing near her ear as he settles upon her, hands moving from hips to around her clothed belly, "Oh my...oh my." He gasps, breathing slowly coming under control. The twitching sensation from within has stopped and she can feel him beginning to shrink down.
Another kiss, this one on her ear followed by the words she adores, "Good girl...you're my...good girl...such a good girl."
Harry's panted expression stirs up something within her she can't fully explain, it's so simple, just two words, and yet they have such a powerful effect when spoken by Harry...and in the current situation...Becky has to rein in her renewing arousal.
Instead focusing attention on Harry's exhausted state, even through their combined upper clothing she can feel his heart thumping away heavily against her back and his face feels hot on her neck.
"You alright sweetheart?" She whispers. Harry takes a few breaths to reply, indicating with a nod and weary, "Yes...very...thank you my dear."
With this he plants another kiss on Becky's head and lifts up off her back, sitting down carefully on his haunches head bowed resting against the roof, he reaches for a handful of tissues to catch any leakage as his flaccid cock slips out of her. Retrieving a torch from the centre console Harry now gives Becky and himself a clean, in what has become a familiar routine over the past months.
A cautious man, he takes care not to leave any trace of what he's been doing with young Becky, making sure any drops and spillages particularly on clothing are removed.
Happy that there's none on his trousers he struggles to pull everything back up, eventually getting himself all put away and zipped up. Turning his attention back to the gorgeous site of the young ladies ample bare bottom, checking the neat, tight little pink slit for leakage...none so far...he pulls her panties up from where they were wrinkled around her thighs and then pauses to once again take in the thrilling site of Becky's fleshy rump in the torch light, before pulling her skirt back down.
This evening, at his request she is wearing her knee high, heeled leather boots. Women wearing leather boots had always attracted Harry's attention, and even in the cramped confines of the backseat, illuminated only by a torch, Becky was a sight to behold wearing them.
With everything clean and covered up it was time to get back up front, Becky exiting first, bracing herself against the icy wind as she opens the door and quickly gets back in the front passenger seat. Harry is a moment longer joining her as he has to gather the blanket up and place it in the boot.
"Oh my goodness." Harry exclaims as he pulls his drivers door shut sharply, "That wind is like ice...wouldn't surprise me if we woke up to snow tomorrow morning dear."
As she's about to comment Becky hears a tinkle of keys in the ignition and suddenly the dash lights come on, not wanting to part just yet she places a hand on Harry's, he glances at her and she asks if they can stay a little longer.
"Alright." Smiling warmly, he starts the old roller up anyway, to begin demisting and warm the interior.
And so, with the engine purring quietly, the two lovers enter into easy conversation. When they first met this evening, both Becky and Harry were more than eager to express their love for one another, so the focus was on that, but once their desires had been satisfied it was time for a catch up.
Firstly, Becky enquires to the condition of poor Charlie, who'd been at the vets for the past couple of days after having a cancerous tumour removed, he was recovering but still too weak to go home, at least another day the vet had advised.
