Beth was riding me hard and fast. The way she always did.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard, that's it, that's it," she grunted, pounding up and down atop me, her pretty face buried in my shoulder, mine at hers.
I licked the salty, sweaty skin of the bunched-up silky muscle there as she clutched the pillow behind me and squeezed hard in sexual urgency.
"No problem, baby, no problem," I grunted back, thrusting my cock up into her insatiable pussy, the slapping sound of my balls against her fleshy rump filling the room along with our moans.
I licked at her shoulder, her upper arm, neck, face, anything near me, pushing aside the sweaty strands of wispy blonde hair to get at her. I loved getting at her, every part of her, be it her long, gnarly toes or that beautiful face. I plunged a tongue now into one tiny ear, feeling the goose bumps it produced rise against my fingers that clutched her tanned, sinewy thighs as she bounced up and down on me.
"Fuck YES, baby FUCK FUCK FUCK!" she screamed, cumming hard on my pounding shaft, my hands shifting to her quivering ass. "Finger it baby, stick your fingers in my asshole!"
I smiled in her ear, obliging, holding her meaty cheeks apart with both hands and knifing the middle finger from each into her oily butt hole, creamed up from sweat and her constant orgasms. I buried them deep, pulling them apart, knowing she loved the feeling of her ass walls being pried open in a lewd sucking gape.
I'd lost count of her orgasms, Beth always had many, and felt another one of my own coming on, my fifth in this posh hotel room she'd gotten us -- our usual -- in the city's financial district. My balls knotted and I thrust my dick up into her juicy chasm that was pouring her orgasmic gel over my cock, and nutted inside her twitching, hungry womb. It felt endless, jet after jet scorching out of my dick and balls, her pussy clamping hard around the spurting rod, blasting inside her and her latest powerful orgasm of the long afternoon.
We lay quietly for a long moment, her face lifting from my shoulder, smiling at me, dripping sweat into my eyes, making me laugh.
"You love that position, doncha?" I smiled, kissing her pouty lips and lapping the crinkles at the corners of her mouth.
"Yeah, but I do hate gravity, she sighed, sitting up. "Gravity is not kind to an old woman."
I looked at her as she sat up straight, a sheepish grin on her face, patting the slight white paunch of her belly, looking at the jiggly wiggly flesh of her upper arms as she did, and the saggy meat of her creamy titties as they hung splayed toward the sides of her chest.
"Old and beautiful," I said, curling up to hug and kiss her, my deflated cock squishing wetly from her soaked pussy. "Gravity sucks..but you suck better..."
"Smooth talker, stud, smooth talker," she growled, slipping back off me and bending to slurp my slimy cock into her wrinkled mouth, sucking it balls deep in one groaning gulp, pulling off to stroke its length in both hands and wink at me. "Got one more in ya?"
"Oh, God, yeah, you keep doing that, I do," I groaned, settling my head back into the pillow as her silky mouth took me back down her talented throat.
This was a typical day for me. What's not typical: I'm Dale, 23, fresh out of college, looking for work -- and finding it with women like Beth. Who is 65. Beautiful. And a very, very sexy grandmother.
I am a granny fucker. That may not seem terribly strange. But maybe what is is making money at it. Good money. Which ok, technically makes me a prostitute, a whore, a gigolo. But ya know, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
And besides, I didn't start out looking for money, I just started out looking for sexy old women like Beth to fuck. The money? Well, it was a boner bonus, I guess you could say.
It was about six months ago, bunch of buddies and I were sitting around a bar, bitching about life, the lack of good jobs for college-educated assholes like us, and the lack of pussy. Not that we're not good looking and eager, but face it, women our age are looking for more than a fuck. They want stability, responsible men with good jobs.
Which isn't exactly the norm in our age group. Some of us moved back home with our parents, most of us work whatever shit-ass job we can get, waiting tables, bartending, driving cabs. Me, I live with a couple other guys in a piss-poor apartment in the shabby side of the city. All of us, broke and bitching about it.
So anyway on this night six months ago, I got up to have a piss and walked by the end of the bar, where an older woman was sitting that I must confess, I had noticed.
I've always had a thing for older women; my first was a 44 year old when I just turned 18, Ellen was her name, a mom, a MILF, a divorcee I met in a coffee shop where I worked as a senior in high school.
It was mind-blowing how good she was, how she loved to fuck. I was onto something, so I fucked more MILF types, loving an older woman's eagerness to please. Younger women play too many fucking games. Older women just love to fuck and fuck younger men when they can, they keep it sexually simple. Who can argue with that?
So this gal at the bar, I looked at her walking by, gauging her age somewhere north of my usual parameters, which frankly I don't have. I figured her to be pushing 60, maybe more, but she was damn pretty. She had a big mane of curly auburn hair, a kind of pudgy face but very attractive, and striking green eyes. Even in the dark, in her tight skirt and clingy top, I could make out a very nice body, big tits, bountiful ass, long, solid legs that were bare and smooth and tanned.
She looked at me as I walked by and smiled. When you're 22 and horny, a smile from a woman is equivalent to asking if you want to fuck.
I smiled back, went for my piss, and stopped on my way back. She twirled on her stool, eyeing me up and down, looking like she was shopping for something. She was. Me. Or more accurately, any young swinging dick interested in her. Which I was.
I won't bore you with the details of our small talk, it didn't last that long. Moments later, I slipped out of the bar with her, unnoticed by my friends on the other side of the room, and climbed into the back seat of her car, a new Mercedes.
"Nice wheels," I growled, kissing her and feeling her hands roaming my body quickly before centering on my crotch and stiffening dick.
"Nice stick shift," she growled back, freeing my cock in one smooth, practiced motion and nearly as quickly, bending to gobble it down her hungry throat.
"Holy shit!" I groaned, feeling her spirited tongue wash the length of my cock as she held it in her mouth, hands milking at my balls like a milk maid at a cow's teats. "Baby...shit...slow the fuck down..."
She popped her wet mouth off my dick, twisting it in both hands in a corkscrewing hand job kinda way, which felt nearly as good as her hum job. She smiled, her crinkly mouth corners smeared with spit and my precum.
"My car, my ride, I say how fast we go, stud," she snarled through that mischievous grin. "You're what, 20, 22?"
"Twenty three," I corrected, watching as she pulled one hand off my dick and plunged it between her squatting thighs to noisily finger her cunt, squishing sounds emanating from it. "Uh...what's...what's your name, by the way?"
"Twenty three, nice, so you got more than one in you," she hissed, lipping the dollop of clear goo forming in my cock eye. "And I didn't ask your name, did I? You don't need to know mine. Unless you're really good and I want you again. Let's see about that now, shall we?"
Her head bobbed down, that great mane of auburn hair shaking as she worked my dick like no woman had ever done before. It was fucking heavenly, the way she took my dick down her gullet (I won't brag I'm huge, but I'm not small, and not many women can deep throat me), a velvety heat washing over it as that silky tongue worked the length of my shaft.
I sat back, enjoying it and moments later, as her skilled hand continued to knead my balls, I blew my load, thick jets of cream scorching down her throat before she slurped up my dick to suckle the tip and coax out the remaining cum. I almost didn't notice she'd ground out her own orgasm on her hand. She popped her head from my dick, smacking her lips as if enjoying the best crème brulee of her life, gulping.
"Wow, you cum a lot, but you young ones always do," she sighed, pulling her hand from her pussy,fingers gleaming and holding them up to my face. "Lick."
I could only stare at her, those big eyes locked on mine, and lap the sticky digits offered me. They tasted great, minty almost, tangy and ripe. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me, my cum scent on her lips. I balked. She grabbed my nuts and squeezed until I winced in pain.
"My ride, remember?" she snarled, locking her lips to mine and shoving her cummy tongue into my mouth."Now kiss me, if you want your balls back!"
Fuck it, I thought, not like I haven't jizzed my own face jacking off. I kissed her back, hard, mashing my tongue against hers as she reached for my dick, groaning to find it still stiff.
"Perfect," she hissed, breaking the kiss and shucking her way onto my lap, reaching for my dick and rubbing the tip into what was apparently a hairy pussy, the fur tickling me.
In one stroke, she sat down and I was in another velvety place, her cunt, surprisingly tight for a gal of her age, which I still didn't know. Nor did I care. This pussy was educated, it had a doctoral degree in fucking, and she was clenching and unclenching it around my cock as she pounded up and down. My hands caressed her solid, smooth thighs astride my legs, marveling at the fleshy hard feel, caressing the flexing muscle.
