Older Betty

This a long story, so strap in for a long ride.

It's something I wanted to continue for a long time. I wrote it for myself and I'm pretty sure many of you out there may not like. What can I say? I go with what I'm inspired to write.

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Older Betty

by st0rmringer

The First Night Continues

Betty sprawled listlessly on top of Adam on the couch, her big, saggy tits smushed between them in a huge sweaty heap.

He gripped a bony hip in each hand, pushing her down on him then lifting her up. He emptied himself inside her, driving into her, filling her with every last drop of his essence. He shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm, squeezing her frail body against his. He felt her shivering, jolting climax, her tightly grasping pussy convulsing on his cock, milking it instinctively. Her obvious pleasure intensified his.

Betty's narrow chest heaved against him, ragged breath wheezing in her lungs, heart hammering wildly. Her large saggy breasts pressed against his hard muscular torso. He could feel her lust-hardened nipples scrape erotically against his skin.

She was old and small, an inch under five feet, and her back was hunched with age.

Her soft, unclouded cornflower blue eyes looked enormous. They were magnified by a pair of thick black hornrim glasses straight from the 50s. The wrinkles at the outer corners of her eyes and around her wide mouth were thin and deep, and the lined skin of her cheeks and forehead was soft and pale, with an occasional splotchy brown age spot. Her pale skin was paper thin but looked and felt soft.

He noted the deep lines on her forehead, the creases between her eyes, the sagging wrinkled cheeks, the drooping jowls quivering turkey-like under her chin, the mottled age-spotted skin, the thin neck.

The old woman's age-ravaged face was so close to his that he could clearly see every sign of her 80 years of life. But every imperfection, every sign of her age just turned him on more.

Those unpleasant features became even more unpleasant as a rictus of pleasure so intense, so all-consuming twisted them and intensified them when he and the old woman climaxed together. But rather than repelling him, her ugliness only deepened his lust for her. Everything about her that normally repelled boys his age served only to make him want her more.

Her thick glasses were askew, one lens smeared with a thick glob of drying cum he fired onto her face minutes before. Her large blue eyes shone like sunlit gems with the intensity of her release.

His hard throbbing cock stayed buried deep inside her until only a dribble of cum seeped into her slit. He stayed hard inside her for a while, while their combined juices slowly oozed from her soggy twitching pussy, down his pulsing cock to pool in their mingled pubic hair.

When he finally softened, he lifted her gently and set her on the couch beside him. They looked at each other in wonder, smiling wide. They were complete opposites. A youth not far past puberty at the sunrise of his life and an 80-year-old woman at the sunset of hers.

Adam's eyes wandered down her body, lingering on her huge saggy breasts, following the tracery of blue-green veins crisscrossing the pale skin. They gleamed with sweat, fascinating. Their size and shape were awe-inspiring, especially on such an ancient and withered old woman. There were dark pink stretch marks on her upper chest from their sheer weight, but their skin was pale and soft and the veins just below the surface bulged slightly, making them even more fascinating.

There was nothing grandmotherly about her anymore. At least not at that moment. She was naked, exposed, and her spindly arms and legs were splayed wide, her every flaw plainly revealed in the living room lamp's warm yellow light.

He reached out a trembling hand, expecting the old woman to slap it away, but she just lay there like a marionette with the strings cut, completely spent, watching him with a smile on her heavily lined face. He hefted her nearest breast. It was just as he remembered from that day long ago. Soft, pliant, heavy. It was intimately female and exciting beyond anything else he'd experienced in his short life.

Again, the only thing he could compare it to was cupping a filled water balloon from below while holding it by the knot. It was huge, soft, squishy and heavy.

The old woman's eyes were drawn to his cock, which twitched and swelled to instant life as he fondled her saggy old breast. It thickened and lengthened until it was once again rampant, pulsing and needful. It was dark red, almost purple, angry and powerfully male.

Betty's blue eyes widened in wonder at the beautiful young man's amazing power of recuperation. She was spent, drained of every last ounce of energy and yet she felt a spark of arousal fire inside her to match his obvious excitement.

Excitement he felt because of her.

She could hardly believe it. After her husband died, she'd lived her days one at a time, becoming more and more bitter with life as the lonely years crept by.

In her loneliness, she found fault with the world around her. Constant complaining and gossip were her only outlet. She alienated and antagonized everyone around her. They weren't healthy ways to deal with her issues, but they helped her impose her misery on the world. If she couldn't be happy, then why should anybody else be happy?

And then a dark-haired boy caught her, groped her breast and her world shifted. She started wearing a bra that made her big breasts bulge and swell from its sides under her baggy clothes. It was incredibly uncomfortable, but she wore it daily, knowing the dark-haired boy would like it. She wondered if his pants would bulge again if he ever saw her wearing it.

It was naughty and something she'd never done in her long, prim and proper life, but wearing the skin-colored lacy bra she bought on impulse years ago made her feel sexy and alive. She was old and bitter, but she wasn't dead. Not yet. And besides, the boy would never see her wearing it, so what did it matter?

She hadn't seen him again since the day he caught her and groped her, but the experience changed her. She tried to be more positive, friendlier to her coworkers and the people from church, which were her only social circles.

But too many years had passed, too many unfriendly, insulting and negative comments made over the years, and too much gossip spread, to make much of a difference with the people around her. They took her new pleasantness as a mask she wore to find ways to insult, mock or deride them. They ignored her every attempt at friendliness and reconciliation.

Before long, she was back to her miserable old self, constantly complaining, criticizing, and creating misery and discontent around her. As usual, people avoided her. They made wide detours to keep from interacting with her.

But every day, she stuffed her big saggy breasts into the lacy bra, and every day she hoped to meet that beautiful boy once again. Hoping beyond hope that he would see her in it. It was a dream she knew deep in her sour old heart would never come true, but she wore it regardless because he was the one shining ray of light in a long, bitter life filled with loneliness, repression and disappointment.

Now, she lay naked on her couch, fully exposed before the dark-haired boy while his semen seeped from her battered, throbbing vagina and onto the cushions of her sofa. She liked the feel of his large, callused hand fondling her chest.

His eyes gleamed with renewed lust while he hefted and squeezed her huge saggy breast, thumbing her nipple to hardness. It was slick with their combined sweat. The soft flesh oozed, slipping and sliding, between his fingers.

Her eyes glued to his engorged member, she couldn't help herself, she reached out hesitantly and wrapped her bony, arthritic fingers around its slippery hardness. It was slick with his cum and her lubricating juices. Her hand looked tiny, the knuckles and joints swollen with arthritis, the fingers unnaturally crooked.

She felt him tense and gasp at her touch, pausing in his groping to look down at her hand pumping him awkwardly.

"Goddamn, grandma," he said through gritted teeth. "That feels fuckin' good."

Betty's eyes tore away from his member and flicked to his in sudden anger.

"Don't you dare speak the lord's name in vain," she said angrily, but she didn't take her hand from his cock. "I don't like it when people curse."

The boy looked into her eyes, his own blazing with matching anger. They held in a battle of wills for two eternal heartbeats, but then the blue eyes behind the thick glasses lowered submissively.

Adam grunted in satisfaction.

"I say what I want, when I want," he whispered tightly. "You understand me?"

There was that inescapable edge of command in his voice again, one she couldn't deny or disobey.

She kept her eyes downcast and didn't respond. Her tired old body felt electrified, the spark of arousal he'd ignited with his groping hand had flared into a raging inferno inside her at the way he dominated her.

"I asked you a question," he grated. His hand stopped fondling her breast and instead gripped it firmly, letting her feel his strength and the implication of punishment if she didn't respond.

Betty met his eyes. Her hand was a blur on his hard, slippery cock, pumping it inexpertly and messily but with enthusiasm for a few exciting moments before exhaustion reduced her motions to tired up and down jerks.

"I understand," she replied simply, her high, gravelly, old woman's voice sounding faint in his ears. Strength completely gone, her hand dropped nerveless from his turgid cock to lay twitching palm up on his lap.

"As a matter of fact, I want you to talk nasty whenever we have sex," he continued.

He paused for a beat.

"And we're going to have a lot of sex."

Smirking in triumph, Adam stood then knelt between the old woman's legs, spreading them as wide as he could, which wasn't much. Her body was stiff with age. He pulled her towards him until her flushed red loins were at the edge of the couch.

Grasping his member with one hand, he speared the head of his cock between her labia, sliding the slick blunt tip up and down the length of her lips, from her perineum to clitoris.

Her outer labia were thick and plump, and her inner lips were dark red and dangled slightly. They kissed his cock, lathering its veiny length with her musky juices.

Grasping her spindly, varicose-veins-covered legs, he put her ankles on his shoulders and aimed his cock at her gasping red hole. It welcomed the tip of his cock by tightening, nipping at the blunt tip as if trying to grab it and draw it into her.

Ever since she could remember, the old woman had contracted and relaxed her inner muscles whenever she was upset, which was most of the time. It was just something she'd always done. She didn't know it, but for decades she'd done Kegel exercises multiple times a day, strengthening her pelvic floor muscles, keeping her female organs healthy and strong... and tight.

Adam looked deep into the old woman's blue eyes. He drove his hips forward slowly, grunting with pleasure, sliding his cock into her hot, tight clasping old cunt one hard inch at a time.

The pleasure was unlike anything else he'd ever felt in the world. Hot. Tight. Wet. Perfect. Her pussy contracted and released, contracted and released, milking him, drawing his cock deeper into her and then releasing it. Her frail old hips churned beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust, no matter her exhaustion, no matter how sore and beat up her pussy was.

Old Betty was a hideous old crone with a hunched back, a mole on her chin, big saggy tits, bad teeth, and a wizened, shriveled old body, but she turned him on beyond sanity.

The look in her eyes made him pause. They were mad with lust. There was no consciousness there, no thought... only need. A need so all-consiming that it sucked him into it like a tornado. His mind whirled, all thought evaporating until only lust remained.

His big hands reached down and lifted her heavy breasts, which hung down either side of her rib cage. He hefted them, squeezing them tightly together while thumbing her nipples to diamond-sharp hardness.

Those big pale tits of hers drove him absolutely crazy. He shrugged her ankles off his shoulders, letting her legs flop down to lay weakly on either side of him, leaned down, squeezed the tips of her tits together, took both her hard nipples in his mouth at the same time and sucked powerfully.

The old woman arched her back at the pleasure of his mouth's powerful suction on her hard rubbery nipples. It fed a fire deep within her. He sucked so hard, it felt as if she was being turned inside out.

Adam pulled his lips from the old woman's thick nipples, gripped her tits tight and drove his hips forward powerfully, all restraint vanished in an instant.

Betty cried out as the boy's long, thick cock once again speared into her soul, into the very depths of her body.

Her high raspy voice rose in a wordless squeal as an unexpected orgasm tore through her like a lightning bolt. She jerked her hips helplessly, unable to match his powerful driving thrusts, unable to do much but lay there and let him pound his cock into her like a piledriver.

Every powerful driving thrust sent waves of her flesh rippling along her body. Her tits quivered in his hands as he squeezed them tightly together, the thick nipples and the surrounding areola looked like large eyes staring back at him.

Her cornflower blue eyes were wide open behind her thick smudged glasses, staring sightlessly through him, through everything, so deep was she in the throes of her orgasm.

"That's right, grandma, cum for me, cum on my cock," he grunted through gritted teeth.

At his words, a long shrill whine tore from her throat.

Her hands reached for him, grasping his upper arms and sliding to his shoulders. She grabbed him with desperate strength and drew his face down to hers.

He bent down and kissed her deeply. They each shoved their tongue deep into the other's mouth, gasping and groaning with pleasure, their intimacy deepened with every passing second, every driving thrust.

Her bony wrinkled old hands slid down his muscular back to grasp his flexing buttocks, fingernails digging painfully into his flesh, pulling him towards her, urging him to harder, faster efforts. She raised her hips weakly, trying to meet his driving thrusts, but only managed to shift her poor battered pussy to a better angle.

The 18-year-old boy drove his cock mindlessly into the 80-year-old crone. Relentlessly hammering his cock into her without any consideration for her advanced age or frailty. The all-consuming lust that drove him didn't allow for mercy or compassion, it didn't care how his hands left their imprints bruised on her big floppy tits, or his hips on her inner thighs... or anything else for that matter.

The old woman didn't react to the pain. It only intensified her pleasure, and she responded with a passion to match his, though she was no match for his strength or endurance. She grunted, wheezed and gasped, unable to draw enough breath into her lungs to wail her joy to the world with the pleasure of the moment.

All she could do was squeeze his muscular buttocks with small bony hands and twitch helplessly beneath him as one orgasm led to another with barely a gap in between.

She came and came.

The world faded around her until all she could see was the boy's handsome face looming over her. It dominated her world. Deep brown eyes, messy brown hair, thick dark eyebrows, long straight nose, wide expressive mouth, and a look of savage lust she would never forget.

After 80 years, she experienced her first orgasm maybe half an hour before. But it was as if the floodgates were blasted open, and now she couldn't stop cumming.

She squirmed helplessly beneath the beautiful boy, then suddenly, he was gone. He pulled out of her!

Frustrated, she looked dazedly down, feeling empty and hollow, and saw him between her spread legs, pumping his cock with one hand while the other clutched one of her sweaty breasts in an iron grip.

A thick glob of semen shot from his cock with the power of a gunshot, into her open mouth and straight to the back of her throat.

She hacked and coughed, semen spraying from her nostrils, as he fired more streams of cum onto her body. They landed on her hair, face, breasts, and belly, until finally only a dribble oozed from the red cock-slit which he rubbed into her thick silver and white pubic hair.

But her orgasm tore through her, firing pleasure from her spasming pussy up through every nerve ending in her entire body, firing like electric synapses in the brain.

Slowly, the pleasure faded until all that was left was a feeling of blissful euphoria. At that moment her world was filled with joy and wonder.

She stared numbly up at the boy's face, trying to memorize every tiny detail, every dark hair, every drop of sweat dripping down his face, every pore. He knelt between her spread legs, his muscular torso shining with sweat, his chest heaving and his eyes blazing into hers. Her bony hands lay weakly on his muscular forearms.

Her heart hammered in her narrow chest, beating faster than it ever had in her long, hard life. The breath hissed through her throat in long drawn-out gasps, wheezing in her chest like a bellows.

Eventually, her breathing and heartbeat slowed. Exhaustion dragged at her eyelids, but she wanted to imprint this moment in her memory. It was a flash of magic in a lifetime of disappointments.

His face was the last thing she saw when she drifted off to sleep. Completely drained.

Adam stared down at the old woman as his breathing calmed and his passion cooled. He stared at her chest, looking for its rise and fall, assuring himself she was still breathing, still alive.

Her chest rose and fell steadily.

When his clutching hand released her big, soft, sweaty breast, it flopped to her ribs with a wet sweaty splat and rolled down to her side until it looked like she and no breasts at all, only stretched skin with her ribs poking through.

She was completely covered with his cum. Globs of thick milky semen were on her face and in her short silver hair. It was pooled on her upper chest and dripping down either side of her bulging pooch of a belly. Her pubic hair was clotted with it.

He once again took out his phone and took dozens of pictures and several minutes of video. He knew he shouldn't, but he did it anyway.

He held his phone in one hand, snapping photos then recording as he rubbed his semen on the old woman's tits and belly, spreading it like moisturizing lotion on her thin pale skin.

He was sexually drained and sated, yet his aching cock stirred to life as he caressed the old woman's age-ravaged body.

After a few minutes of stroking her body, he dropped his hands, tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling, urging himself to calm down. After a few deep calming breaths, his cock deflated.

When he looked back down at her, she looked like a naked old woman, shivering as the sweat and cum dried on her body.

Adam picked her up and carried her upstairs to her bedroom, depositing her gently on her queen-size bed. He didn't take the time to clean her up or dress her, he just pulled the covers over her and sat at the edge of the bed, staring down at her cum splattered, aged face.

All those days, weeks, months of obsessing over her, of wanting her, of fantasizing about her, regardless of how old and decrepit she was, had finally come to a boil.

He could hardly believe his twisted dreams had come true. There she lay. He smiled wryly, "the woman of his dreams." An octogenarian. Naked. Wrinkled. Ugly. Old.

He couldn't help his body's reaction, he started to get hard again.