This story has both mature and anal themes and features an old man and a natural teen.
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There was a full moon and crystal clear skies, which enabled the widowed Elmer Tuttle to wash his few supper dishes by the light that came through the kitchen window above the sink, and it was also that illumination that permitted the keen-eyed senior citizen to see the solitary figure crossing the field that separated Elmer's farm from the neighbor's place down the road.
"Hope your Daddy can't see you as well as I can," Elmer mused aloud as he dried his hands, because the father of the girl headed his way had a short fuse, and if Lester Greene had any idea that one of his daughter's was paying him visits that would sure as heck set him off.
Not that Elmer was afraid for himself, because the only other time dumb-ass Lester tried something with him he paid the price for that foolhardiness. Even now at 65 Elmer figured he could still knock the younger guy's block off, but he knew that Lester would probably take it out on his kid, and Elmer couldn't tolerate that.
As Elmer waited for the gal to take the nearly quarter mile hike to his back door, he shook his head at how lucky he was. Most guys his age would have to try and hook up with some gal at bingo or a bar and likely still strike out, but he had it made with Janie Greene who came knocking whenever she wanted some. Lately, she had wanted some more and more, and Elmer felt fortunate that he still had plenty of lead in his pencil to cover both of their needs.
Not that Janie was a knockout, because even Elmer would admit that if there was a beauty contest between Janie and her two sisters the poor girl might come in fourth. Janie's older sisters had gotten her mother's exceptional good looks but as for Janie, Elmer concluded that those genes must have worn out by the time Janie arrived about 19 years ago or she got her features from her old man.
Janie wasn't ugly but even Elmer as her biggest fan on Earth had to admit that the teen was rather plain. Maybe if she had her stringy dirty blonde hair styled in the city, or wore makeup and dressed fancy, that might help, but Elmer didn't care about any of that. He liked the simple, natural gal that made Janie, Janie. Whether the rest of the town called her Plain Janie or not was irrelevant to Elmer, because they weren't the ones creeping up to his back door a few times a week for the last several months to keep herself and the randy senior satisfied.
Elmer didn't keep the teen waiting, answering the door seconds after Janie tapped, and as he stepped back to let the girl in she blushed a little as she often did, rubbing her pug nose with the back of her hand as she leaned back into the door to close it.
"You musta seen me coming, Mr. Tuttle," Janie said as she kicked off her sneakers.
"If I could see you I suspect your old man could too," Elmer suggested but the teen shook her head.
"He's fucking Momma," Janie said bluntly before wisecracking, "I heard him grunting and the bed squeaking so I climbed out my bedroom window. Knew he'd be busy for about a minute or so."
"You're really something girl," Elmer chuckled at the girl's sense of humor along with her contempt of her father. "Is that what put you in the mood to visit me? Hearing your folks like that make you frisky?"
"I'm always frisky Mr. Tuttle," Janie said as she followed the old farmer to the kitchen counter and watched him pour a couple jelly glasses half full of Old Crow. "Least since I got to know you better."
"Cheers," Elmer said as they clinked glasses and sipped, the slightly tipped front tooth of Janie's showing when he asked when she was ever going to stop calling him Mr. Tuttle. "I got a first name. Elmer."
"I know, but I called you Mr. Tuttle all these years that it's a habit. Besides, calling you Mr. Tuttle makes what you do to me seem even more nasty."
"Why? You're a grown woman. 19," Elmer reminded her. "We ain't doing nothing wrong."
"I know."
"Did you call Bert Barnes, Mr. Barnes?" Elmer teased. "Or did you call him Reverend Barnes?"
"Never should have told you about that," Janie mumbled as she regretted informing her neighbor about the ministering the preacher in town had given her.
"You didn't tell me. Half the town knew," Elmer corrected. "All I did is ask you about it and watch you stammer and stutter to find out the answer."
"I don't care what you did with anybody else," Elmer told her as he set his glass down and put his arms around the girl, squeezing her butt through her jeans. "All I care about I what you do with me."
"You want to do stuff with me Mr. Tuttle?" Janie giggled. "Naughty stuff?"
"I don't think it's naughty stuff," the mustached senior citizen said before pressing his lips against the teen's, and as they kissed the little lady pushed her hips towards him as his hands pulled her tight.
"You must be horny," Janie commented. "I can feel your pecker getting hard through your jeans."
"it's been a long time child," Elmer said as he brought his hands up under the back of her battered shirt, running his rough hands over her bony back and returning the grind.
"Only three days," Janie protested. "Would have come last night but my sister kept yakking about her wedding plans like it's next week instead of next year and put me to sleep."
"No bra," Elmer sighed as his hands glided over the girl's sharp shoulder blades.
"You'd only be yanking it off anyway," Janie reminded the old-timer, shivering and giggling when his hands slid over so his thumbs could stroke her underarms.
"Nice," Elmer sighed at the feel of the teen's unshaven armpits, left unshorn at his request a while back. "So soft and furry."
"Warned you I'd be hairy," Janie answered. "I got more hair under my arms now than my Daddy."
"Sweet for you to put up with a kinky old coot like me." Elmer sighed as his hands came around to cup the girl's apple-sized breasts, feeling the fat nipples throb into his palms as he kneaded the modest orbs. "Really turns me on though, just like everything else about you."
"We gonna make it to the bedroom?" Janie asked as she pulled down the straps of Elmer's bib overalls.
"Not the first time," Elmer said as their clothes started flying off. "Table?"
"Yeah. I love it when you fuck me on the table," Janie chirped as her jeans came down with a jerk followed by her worn-out panties which Elmer noticed were wet in front.
"Your pussy's dripping already," the old man noted as he raked his hand through the thick bush before bringing the girl over to the heavy oak kitchen table that was as old as Elmer himself.
Janie wasn't the first gal that got laid on that vintage table, not by a long shot, and although the old timer would never tell Janie he banged her very own mother on that very table a few times. That was why Janie's father held him in such contempt but for Elmer this was sweet nostalgia seeing the teen climbing up on the table and spreading her skinny thighs wide.
The two of them were both naked except for socks after Elmer stepped out of his boxers and looked down at Janie's delta fully exposed. Janie may not have inherited her Mama's stunning looks for her lush figure but there was no denying one thing that Mom had passed down was the pussy.
Not only the strawberry blonde hair, which also grew in an absurdly overgrown triangle covering from just below her belly button to the crack of her ass much like her mother's had, but Janie's wonderfully plump vulva which were barely visible through the jungle were very similar.
"Is this pussy juice or pee?" Elmer chuckled as he brought his now fully engorged organ up to the opening.
"Do you care?" Janie chuckled, and after the old man said nothing she concluded, "Didn't think so."
"I could do this all night," Elmer exclaimed as he peeled back the foreskin from the head of his member, which was both the shade and size of a ripe plum, and rubbed the glans up and down the parted lips over and over again while Janie squirmed on the table.
"Better not do that Mr. Tuttle," Janie replied as she tried to raise her sex to the over-sized organ. "You know what I'm like when I get crazy."
"You want me to be gentle?" Elmer asked as he looked at the shiny knob of his cock which was already dripping pre-cum into the girl.
"I just want your fat cock!" Janie almost shouted. "Give it to me."
"Little louder. Maybe your Daddy will hear you."
"Screw him - fuck me!" Janie said with eyes wide, her hands clawing at her titties that had almost vanished with her on her back, and those eyes seemed to be trying to bulge out of her head as the senior citizen leaned forward, pushing the plump head in and letting the thick veiny shaft go in about halfway while the girl howled with delight.
It didn't last long - it seldom did the first time - and although Elmer started out gently that didn't last either. As he thrust harder and harder into the writhing teen the heavy table started to lurch forward a bit each time, and after Janie arched her back while her pussy convulsed Elmer came as well, filling her womb with seed he hoped was no longer fertile.
As Elmer stood there grateful that his heart had made it through intact he watched Janie catching her breath. When his deflating cock finally slithered out of her savaged sex he looked as the rivulet of semen oozed out of the parted lips.
It wasn't likely that he would still be fertile at his age, but then again he wasn't sure how many senior citizens could still get it up as often as he could either.
"You gonna take me into bed now?" Janie asked with a crooked smile, and after Elmer nodded he reached down and scooped the teen up and with a minimum of effort cradled her in his arms and brought her down the hall.
"Showoff," Janie kidded, squeezing his biceps as they entered the bedroom, and after he playfully tossed her on the unmade bed he climbed on as well.
