Picking Up Laura

I was getting a little out of breath, the drawback to being well on the way towards seventy and fucking a fit, beautiful young twenty-two year old, but that didn't slow my pounding. I summoned all my strength and thrust hard, my cock driving forcefully into Laura and causing her to moan and her body to shake, if she wanted it rough I was happy to oblige.

"Oh God I'm close!" I grunted as I slammed my hips forwards once more, sinking my cock into her dripping cunt that squeezed it, her juices pouring down her inner thighs. I could feel that familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm and it wasn't going to be denied.

"Yes! Fill my pussy with your cum!" Laura begged eagerly, looking back at me over her shoulder now, her face sweaty and red from the exersion of her orgasm and the pleasure of me fucking her hard.

I didn't even think about any consequences of filling this gorgeous young girl's cunt with my cum, I had two grown daughters and a granddaughter already, and didn't fancy becoming a dad again at sixty-eight, but in the heat of the moment and with my cock shoved saggy, hanging balls deep in the tightest and youngest cunt I'd felt wrapped around my throbbing cock in decades, the owner of which was literally telling me to empty myself into her, it didn't even cross my mind. As it was that wasn't a concern anyway, Laura was on the pill.

"Oh fuck, take my cum you dirty little slapper!" I grunted loudly and with a final thrust that took all my might, I slammed the head of my cock as deep as it would physically go into Laura's wet cunt and immediately began to unload into her, the first spurt of my cum shooting from the tip and filling her.

"Yes! Yes! Fill me with it!" Laura urged and I saw her hands fly up and grab each side of her head, fingers digging into her hair as she moaned delightedly whilst my cock jerked and deposited a second and third gooey jet.

When I was young I used to shoot plenty when I came, now at my advanced age that had somewhat diminished, but I surprised myself with the amount I dumped into Laura's cunt that night. To this day I put it down to the fact that she was so young and gorgeous, nothing inspires an old man back to his former glory than fucking a girl young enough to be his granddaughter.

For a few moments after I'd finished filling Laura with my cum I stayed inside her. I was spent and taking deep heaving breaths, my heart was pounding and muscles, unused to such exertion as what had just happened, were already starting to ache. Not that I cared nor regretted a second of it.

As my cock shrank back down within her, Laura just moaned approvingly and looked back at me, her red hair now a mess thanks to her hands. She had a contended look on her face, her lips curled into a smile and her eyes gleaming.

"That was amazing," she cooed. "It's been ages since I had someone fuck me that good, my pussy is dripping, and not just with your sticky cum!"

I groaned as she said that, my ego getting a huge boost from the praise of such a young and sexy girl about my performance, and pulled out, my now limp and wrinkled cock glistening in a combination of our fluids in the pale light provided through the windscreen and open doors of the car.

"Thanks," I said, catching my breath with my mind a muddle of post orgasm pleasure and amazement at what had just happened. I still couldn't believe I'd fucked her that hard or lasted that long after feeling her tightness.

"I see I've left you in a bit of a mess! Sorry about that, let me clean you up!" Laura said after she'd turned around looked down at my limp cock, protruding from the trimmed thatch of white pubic hair.

I didn't say anything, just watched as she squatted down, her thighs wide which of course opened up her stretched and abused cunt and allowed a steady gooey mixture of my cum and and her own juices to start to dribble out and splat onto the concrete beneath her between her high heels.

It was a sight that if I'd been younger would have had me hard again I'm sure. Laura still had big perky tits on show, her nipples stiff little erasers pointed out from pink areola in the centers of both round mounds, and now I could see her shapely thighs too as she squatted and reached out with her right hand, taking my limp, slick cock in it before she looked up at me and guided it to her warm mouth.

"Fuck..." I groaned in a long drawn out exclamation as I felt her tongue slide over my filthy cock, licking up the mess that coated it before she took me between her lips and sucked me again, moaning at the flavour of both of us together in one go.

Laura let me plop from her lips and smiled up at me, her lips glistening before she licked them seductively and made a sound of approval, like she thoroughly approved of the taste.

"I love your white hair, makes you look so distinguished," she giggled, trailing her finger through my thick short thatch, before taking my soft cock back into her mouth and sucking it happily, her tongue working along my wrinkled old shaft to make sure she didn't miss any bit of the wetness she'd left on it.

She sucked me for a few more seconds and then finally let my cock, now nice and clean of the mixture of cum, go for the last time that night. I was very glad of it too, as much as I loved the oral attention of Laura's young mouth, I didn't have it in me that night to keep going much longer. I promised myself one thing though, from then on I'd make sure to keep some Viagra in my glove compartment, you know just in case.

"I think I'd better drop you off now," I said as she stood back up and grabbed her knickers off the roof, pulling them back on and covering her cum dripping cunt, then pulling her dress up over her tits and down over her arse once more.

"Yes, I'm sorry if our little detour will get you in trouble," she replied with a devilish grin and that same twinkle in her eye.

"Don't worry about it, that was worth it, and besides I'm eligible for my pension if they sack me," I joked and smiled as Laura laughed whilst she climbed into the back seat of the car again.

I got my underwear and trousers back on and jumped into the driver's seat again, closing all the doors and starting the engine quickly, pulling out of the industrial estate where we'd had our scandalous encounter and hitting the road again for the final few minutes of our journey.

As I drove Laura said little, but I did notice she kept looking at me and smiling. I felt good, extremely content and pleased with myself that after having me fuck her she was satisfied enough to still be interested.

"Here we are," I said, pulling up at the destination address she'd given and turning around in my heat to look over the head rest at her.

"Great, I'd say you've earned a five star rating tonight!" Laura giggled as she unbuckled her seatbelt and made to open the door to get out.

"So have you! Also you've earned this too!" I chuckled and offered her a slip of paper with my mobile number on it. Much to my delight she happily accepted it too, grinning broadly.

"Next time I need a ride should I use the app or contact you directly?" Laura enquired innocently, knowing the Uber rules all too well.

"You can call me directly any time," I winked and grinned as she said she'd do just that before she climbed out of the car and shut the door, giving me a wave and blowing me a kiss before she turned and headed towards her front door.

I watched her go for a while and then went to rate her and find if there were any more jobs for me, not even thinking if the next fare I picked up would be able to smell the musky scent of arousal in the back seat.

Before I'd gone more than a few hundred yards from her house my phone pinged to say I'd gotten a text message and when I checked it was from Laura.

Hey it's Laura, I think I will be needing another 'ride' tomorrow if you're going to be free...

I laughed at her eagerness, twenty minutes ago I'd never met her, now I'd not only fucked her silly but she was looking for another go so soon too. I really liked this girl, and who was I to say no to someone needing my services?

Chapter 2: A Life Affirmating Fuck

I had picked up Laura that next day, although it had been late afternoon and not past midnight when she'd texted to arrange our meeting and I wasn't on the clock that time so could take my time and have some real fun.

We'd spent the next hour fucking and getting to know each other better as I recovered and got hard for a second round. Laura revealed to me she'd been hooked on older cock - which she defined as any guy over the age of fifty - since she was eighteen years old and had met and fucked a guy aged fifty-two. After that experience boys her age just weren't on her radar and the more she hooked up with strangers more than twice her age the more she craved it.

I was impressed as she told me the oldest guy she'd ever fucked was a seventy-three year old married man when she was only twenty. She'd not been fucked for a week at the time and had gone out feeling incredibly horny and ready to fuck the first old man she saw no matter who they were or how they looked. The lucky guy was called Walter and she'd shown him the time of his life - sucking his withered cock until it was hard and then having him lay back so she could ride him, bucking her naked body up and down on his wrinkled shaft until she'd cum three times and he'd finally filled her cunt with his hot sticky seed - before he'd gone home to his wife some thirty minutes later.

"He didn't believe I was serious when I offered to take him home with me, he said why on earth would a young beautiful girl like me be interested in someone his age?" Laura laughed as she recounted the encounter whilst laying naked and sweaty on her bed next to me after I'd fucked her to a very satisfying double orgasm some twenty minutes ago. "I looked right into his eyes and asked why wouldn't a man his age want to fuck a tight young twenty year old pussy like mine?"

That had been the start of a two month long affair that had seen Laura meet Walter's wife several times, once with her cunt full of his cum after he'd fucked her in the marital bed they had shared for their entire fifty-three year marriage, less than twenty minutes earlier.

"I'd never felt so depraved or filthy, and it turned me on so much to feel his cum leaking out and into my knickers whilst his oblivious wife Audrey chatted to me like I was some darling little girl simply being nice and keeping Walter company. All I could think of was how I'd just been laid on my back on her bed, totally naked with her elderly husband on top of me, his wrinkled old cock stretching my incredibly young pussy as he fucked me, his thick grey chest hair rubbing on my perky naked tits. I came so hard twice, my juices just pouring out of me and dripping off his shaft. I was screaming so much, and he was grunting as he thrust his cock into me over and over until he couldn't take the feeling of my pussy wrapped around it any more and dumped the contents of his hanging old balls into me. And that all was happening whilst she was out shopping and was due back any time. I got so hot thinking about what we'd done during that conversation with her that I actually had Walter fuck me again at my place after his wife insisted he drive me home because she didn't want me to have to pay for a taxi! The poor old guy was still worn out by the first time at his house, I had to resort to really talking dirty and sucking his limp cock for like ten minutes to get him hard again, before begging him to fuck my juicy young twenty year old pussy doggy style with his seventy-three year old cock and coaxing a few extra orgasms for myself and a second load out of him that afternoon," she laughed, recalling the day in vivid detail.

She told me she never felt bad fucking married men, she wasn't looking to steal them from their wives or wreck their marriages, all she wanted was them to fuck her when she needed it and as long as they did that she was happy. Let the other woman deal with all their complaints and demands, she just wanted their cock and cum.

"Speaking of which..." she'd grinned as my cock stood stiff and ready again thanks to her dirty confessions and soft hand stroking me as she revealed them.

She'd climbed on top of me then, straddling my body and, after positioned her already well fucked cunt, still full of my first load that I'd pumped into her some half an hour previously, onto the head of my rejuvenated cock and sliding herself down my length, making me groan as I reached up and grabbed her tits whilst she started to lift and drop her hips, bouncing on me as her slim body undulated and shook in quickly building pleasure.

I'd taken her erect pink nipples between my fingers and tweaked them as she'd ground her crotch against time, my cock fully embedded in the tight embrace of her cunt. It felt amazing, the heat and wetness just as I'd felt the previous day and the grip she had on my shaft was like nothing I could remember feeling other than with her young cunt. I don't think guys in their late teens and twenties appreciate just how good a young woman's body is to fuck, but us old men sure do and were happy to show and prove it!

That had been the start of our current eight month long relationship. Not that we thought if it like that, to be honest we are more like fuck buddies than a couple. Several times a week we hook up and fuck like rabbits, satisfying each other's carnal needs. If I am feeling in the mood all I need to do is message her and I know within half an hour I'll have my gorgeous young lover naked and ready for me to use any way I wish to. It's a great arrangement that works for us both.

This particular day I'm going to tell you about now, I wasn't feeling particularly horny, at least not to begin with. In truth sex, even with a filthy twenty-two year old girl who was seemingly always gagging for my sixty-eight year old cock, was actually quite far from my mind.

You see, I was attending a funeral. At my age that becomes an increasingly frequent event in your social calendar, it's a sad fact of life I'm afraid, once you're past the age of sixty-five. It does remind you that time is ever speeding by, but unlike most men I knew, I had Laura's incredibly youthful enthusiasm, not to mention her slim tight body, to keep me occupied from such maudlin thoughts.

The deceased wasn't anyone I knew well, just in passing, but I was close enough with her husband that it was only right that I put in an appearance.

I won't bore you with the details of the service, or what was said, as one of my favourite bands of all time Roxette suggested in the title of their 'Best of...' album, "Don't Bore Us... Get To The Chorus" so I will do, as let's face it if you're still reading this story it's not to be depressed now after what I've already revealed to you previously, so I'll jump ahead to the afternoon, after the hymns had been sung, loving goodbyes said and the coffin had been lowered into the ground.

During all that I'd had my phone turned off for obvious reasons, but now the formal parts were over and the gathering had moved into the Church Hall where the mourners were being treated to post funeral sandwiches and thanks for attending, I felt comfortable switching it on again.

There was lots of chatter going on in the large hall space, and I was currently making small talk with a small group of men I'd met that day for the first time. They were all jovial enough despite the general somber atmosphere, and that was a relief to me. I hate funerals at the best of times, being reminded about death and all, so finding some people who are actually smiling and talking about much happier times is always my greatest hope.

I was just listening to a story about how Henry, one of the group I was chatting with, had just been on holiday to Cyprus with his wife Mary, when my phone pinged in my pocket and I instantly realised it was a WhatsApp message from Laura due to the unique tone I'd assigned her.

Laura knew the funeral was due to end around 2pm, since it was September and most of those attending her older it wasn't a great idea to have the mourners out in the elements too long after all, and right now as I got the message it was a quarter past.

"Sorry about this," I said apologetically to the group as I rummaged in my pocket and pulled my phone out, opening the screen and the app.

"Not a problem Eric, hope it's good news," Harry said with a chuckle, little knowing just how good the news was, for me at least.

I looked at the new message and saw it was a picture, and not the sort you generally look at during a post funeral wake.

It depicted my young gorgeous lover Laura, on her knees on a bed with a background I didn't recognise - certainly it wasn't my bedroom or hers either, because I'd fucked her in both those places plenty of times - fully naked with her tits cupped in her hands on display for me and a huge grinning smile on her beautiful face.

Almost instantly I started to feel a stir deep inside at seeing her in such a provocative and appealing position. Because of where I was, and why I was there, seeing a naked woman in that way certainly caught me off guard, but even more so it made me feel alive.

I quickly wrote back that I was at the wake and closed the app, not wanting anyone else to see me looking at such a filthy image at this most inappropriate of times, but in my head I couldn't stop smiling as I mentally held the incredibly arousing sight in my mind, seeing at Laura's perky tits with the erect pink nipples crowning them in the centers and her hands holding them like she was ready for me to jerk off and splatter my cum all over both mounds.

"Everything okay?" George, another of the group, enquired once I'd put my phone back in my pocket.

"Yes, perfectly okay thank you, was just my granddaughter," I lied, although Laura was young enough to be my granddaughter so it wasnt that big a lie after all. Okay it was a whopper given the utterly scandalous amounts of perverted and filthy sex we have.

The conversation changed to grandchildren at that point, with Harry and George and Kenneth all regaling me and each other with names and stories of their various offspring.

Around a minute into this my phone pinged again and, not really caring about the conversation happening but politely nodding along at appropriate times, I pulled it out again and opened WhatsApp.

It was another picture from Laura, only this time she was on all fours facing away from the camera, her legs spread wide open and her pink cunt on display looking good enough to eat, as she looked over her shoulder winking at me.

My cock began to stir in my trousers and I had to force myself to remember where I was. It was tough to stay under control as I looked at her round arse and toned thighs framing that shaved delicious center, the lips of her cunt were slightly parted and I couldn't help but imagine being there to slam my hard shaft into her there and then.

I simply sent a reply saying she was a dirty little tease and closed the app again, only this time I didn't put my phone back in my pocket as I had before, instead keeping it in my hand, rightly suspecting it wouldn't be long before it pinged again.

The other three were still chatting happily together, they'd seemingly ignored me as I checked my phone. I couldn't help but think how deeply interested they'd be if they knew I was getting filthy pictures from a girl forty-six years my junior, who I just so happen to be fucking on a regular basis.

In the minute or so before my phone pinged again to indicate the latest of Laura's increasing successful attempts to make me aroused in the middle of a funeral wake, I had one other thing puzzling me too, other than what my companions would think of the photos, and that thought was just who was taking them?