I would never have expected to be posting a story about fucking a woman who is almost 70 years old. At least not for about another 50 years when I'll be about that age. If I'd ever thought about it, I would have found it difficult to even imagine a woman that old still wanting or having sex, let alone me fucking her. Two years after graduating from Uni, all I have is a job in a DIY store where I mainly work in the Garden Centre section. The only compensation is watching some of the fitter women while they shop and occasionally getting to shag a couple of the women I work with. They are both in their late thirties, quite attractive and married. They are dirty in bed, suck my cock without my practically having to beg, like I do with girlfriends I’ve had. One of them even likes Anal Sex and is as likely to want my cock up her arse as in her cunt. There is a certain satisfaction from slipping my cock into the pussy or arse of some other guys wife and pumping her full of spunk. I got lucky with one of the regular customers last year and fucked her a few times, until her husband got suspicious and that was about it until early last month. It was a Sunday afternoon, close to 4pm, closing time, quite busy, people buying bedding plants, sacks of compost, pots, the usual things. I noticed a woman, bending over, looking at some ceramic pots. Wearing white jeans, stretched across a nice bum, a gap between the waist of her jeans and short jacket, showing a strip of tanned skin, the top of a thong showing, the outline visible through her jeans. A view certain to get my attention. A slim figure, silvery blond shoulder length hair. Anywhere between 30 and 50 years old I guessed until she straightened, turned quickly and caught me admiring at her bum. I had to up my estimate to mid to late fifties, but still fit. She smiled at me, called me over and asked me to lift a couple of heavy pots on to her trolley, then some large bags of potting compost along with plants she'd selected. It gave me a chance to get a closer look at her. Fine lines around her eyes and mouth, nicely made-up, the looser skin at her neck and hands perhaps giving her age away more than anything. A trim figure, small tits, I imagine she must have been stunning when younger and was still an attractive woman. The lifting done, I turned to leave, but she asked me to push it to the checkout then out to her car. Customer service and all that, I did as she asked. “You don't mind putting it in the boot do you. I've strained my back. To much bonking in the garden” I looked at her wondering if I'd heard right. “Bending in the garden, to do the gardening” she said, but the look in her eye suggested I'd heard correctly first time. I loaded her car, she thanked me asked what time I finished work. I told her about 15 minutes. “In that case you can come with me and unload them. I'll drop you home after I've finished with you” It seemed more of an order than a request, a tone of voice which suggested she was used to being obeyed and of course the question. Finished doing what with me. I thought my lucks in here, a bit old, but I'd fuck her given the chance. I had to finish off in the store, she was waiting when I went back out. She drove out of town down a lane turning into the drive to a secluded detached house. She backed up to a side gate, I unloaded the car carried the stuff through to the back garden, putting it where she wanted it. She thanked me and said she'd drop me home. Oh well, she'd used her female charms to get her things unloaded, another satisfied customer. Not quite the way I'd envisaged satisfying her but there you go. Driving back to town she asked my name, how old I was, chatting about how long I’d worked at the shop, when my days off were. The next couple of days as it happened. “You can come and help me in the garden, move the pots and I've got some holes which need filling” It was said in such a normal way I had no idea if she was being suggestive. I had nothing else to do, the weather forecast had been quite good. Why not I thought and agreed. “I'll pick you up at ten, I'll make it worth your while. Oh and stop calling me Madam, my names Jennifer" she said smiling. Were her comments unintentional? I didn't think so. Was she teasing, winding me up or was she hinting at more. I couldn't tell. I dressed in old pair of tracky bottoms and a sweatshirt. It looked like it was going to be a nice day. 10am on the dot she pulled up outside. I got in the car with her, she was wearing a white blouse, thin enough to make out the lace bra underneath, and a skirt with buttons down the front, several of the lower ones undone. Each time she changed gear, the skirt opened, displaying her tanned, remarkably shapely and toned legs. “Swimming and Tennis” she said suddenly. “What is?” I asked puzzled. “That's how I keep in shape. I thought you might be wondering since you've been looking at my legs” she answered. “Sorry” I replied, looking away. “No need to apologise. I'm flattered you want to look. I'd be more insulted if you didn't” I looked back at her, trying to get my head around the fact that she seemed to be coming on to me. While I'd been looking away she’d taken the opportunity to undo several more buttons, the skirt open almost to the top of her thighs. One or two more buttons undone and I'd have been able to see her panties, assuming she was wearing any. Nothing more was said, the only problem I had was I was getting a hard on and we were almost at her house. I managed to hide my bulge, but that meant I missed the chance to find out if she was wearing panties as she swung her legs out of the car. I followed her around the back, the pots were where I'd left them. She ignored them, showed me where the garden tools were and told me to start weeding the borders. “What about the holes you want filling?” I enquired feeling a bit pissed off with her. “I'll show you later” she called as she disappeared into the house. I found a hoe and got to work. About 20 minutes later she appeared wearing a short tennis skirt and shirt, called to me she was off to play tennis. No doubt to boast about how you’ve been leading a young bloke on, I thought to myself. I was stuck there unless I fancied a 7 mile walk, which I didn't. It was getting quite hot working so I took off my sweatshirt. After about an hour I fetched a drink of water, sat on a wooden garden seat under some trees, taking a break, looking at the garden. A large patio behind the house, lawns edged by borders, the whole garden surrounded by high hedges, very private and secluded. I was working when she returned about two hours later. She looked hot and sweaty as she briefly spoke to me, then said she was going for a shower. I was tempted to offer to give her a hand , but thought better of it. I suppose she was gone about half an hour. I didn't realise she was there until she spoke. I looked around. Standing behind me, only wearing a short kimono wrap, loosely tied, a small gap open revealing the swell of her tits. In one hand she was holding a drink, in the other a bottle of sun lotion. She leant forward, handing me the drink, the wrap parted more, revealing her tanned tits, tipped by hard little nipples, visible until she straightened. Shit, my cock was getting hard again. “Your back is burning. I'll put some sun screen on it for you. Keep still” she instructed. She poured the cool liquid on my back, and began to rub it in. I dropped the hoe and took a swig from the can, trying to keep my cool. She said something about my skin, how broad and muscular my shoulders were. She stopped for a few seconds, bent and picked up the sun cream again, poured more on my shoulders, some of it running down my chest. She put the sun lotion back on the ground, stood up very close to me. I could feel her hands moving, undoing the wrap. An almost inaudible swish, the wrap slipping from her body, floating to the ground. She resumed rubbing lotion onto my shoulders and back. I was certain she was naked but didn't dare move or look. Her hands moved to my sides, slipped between my body and my arms her fingers lightly stroking my skin. She moved closer, her naked skin touching my back, her hard nipples brushing against my body. He hands moved to my chest, found my nipples, her fingers pinching them. I moved my arms behind me, gripping her trim little bum pulling her closer. She rubbed her body against mine, her tits pressed into my back. I felt her hands moving down from my chest, dragging her nails lightly over my stomach. I could feel her tongue licking just below my ear, her breath on my neck. She slipped her hand inside my tracky bottoms “Is your cock hard ?” she said throatily. I just about managed to gasp “Yes. Very” She took hold of the waistband, pushing my clothes down until my cock sprang out. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began to stroke my throbbing cock. “Nice. I love a big hard cock” she said moving in front of me still holding my prick. I wouldn't say my cock is that large, 7 perhaps 7 ½ inches, but it is quite thick. If anything it seemed to get harder when I saw her naked for the first time. I still didn't know exactly how old she was but she had a decent body. Her whole body tanned, no white bits, tits small and firm with hard pointy little nipples, her belly rounded, below that her pubes, trimmed to a small triangle, pointing like an arrow to her hairless cunt. It was two or three weeks later that she told me her all-over tan was the result of a recent holiday in the Canaries, when she was telling me about how many men had fucked her, in some dunes. I finally got my wits about me, and got a hand between her legs, to have a feel of her cunt. She was a bit dry, I dribbled saliva on to my fingers and tried again, parting her pussy lips, rubbing my wet fingers along her gash. I felt her starting to get wetter slipped a finger in her hole, but she stopped me, telling me she wanted to suck my cock. She tugged my clothes and trainers off first, kneeling wanking my cock. I looked down at her, kneeling with her legs apart, one hand between her legs, fingering her pussy, the other hand stroking my cock. The skin on her back smooth, her pert little tits rising and falling. She could have been taken for a much younger woman, except for the fine lines on her face and some of the looser skin. She bent forward, her hair fell across her face, I felt her run her tongue along my shaft, from balls to tip, then lick around my knob, before taking my cock between her lips. She certainly sucked cock far better and more enthusiastically than any of the girls my own age had. If anything too enthusiastically, doing something with her tongue, as she took more and more of my cock in her mouth. I felt her swallow and suck, my cock sliding into her throat until my balls were almost touching her chin. She stopped sucking, breathing through her nose, then slowly lifting her head, sucking harder until just my knob end was in her mouth. She lowered her head again, swallowing my cock once more, gently squeezing my balls. It was easily the best blow job I'd ever had. To good, if she didn't stop I was in imminent danger of cumming before I'd fucked her. Years of experience of sucking cocks, she must have sensed I was getting close, let my prick slip from her mouth and stood up. “It's time you filled one of those holes I told you about” she said, with a dirty grin on her face. Still holding my cock she led me over to the garden seat and sat me down. She stood in front of me, rubbing her pussy, sex juices now soaking her hole and the tops of her thighs. Satisfied she was wet enough and well lubricated, she turned around, back to me, still stroking her pussy. Bending, she reached between her legs, took hold of her large crinkly pussy flaps, stretching them taut, pulling her cunt open and backed onto my cock. I held it steady, guiding it in to her slippery hole as she sat on my pole. As my shaft entered her, she moved her hands from between her legs, leaving one resting on her mound, her fingers caressing her clit, the fingertips, touching my cock as she began to ride me. She leant back against my chest, I reached around, taking her tits in my hands, stroking her erect nipples, pinching them when she told me too. She started to ride me harder, taking my full length, demanding I pinch her nipples harder and harder. She moaned loudly, telling me almost angrily to pinch and pull her nipples as hard as I could and not to stop until I was told. It must have been hurting, but it seemed to have the effect of arousing her more, frigging her clit frenziedly, jerking up and down my cock as I thrust into her. She stopped moving suddenly, impaled on my cock, moaning and panting, her cunt muscles, contracting in waves, massaging my cock. She groaned loudly that she was cumming, pushed my hands away from her tits. I'd never experienced anything like it, it felt as if her cunt was contracting and expanding, milking my cock, which I suppose it was. She climaxed and I was only moments behind, pumping several heavy spurts of milky spunk into her old cunt. I think she must have drained every last drop of spunk from my balls, before she climbed off my softening cock. “That was nice. You can fuck me again later. When my husband gets home” she told me. I looked at her, thinking what the fuck. She laughed, “Don't look so worried. He doesn't mind. He can't manage to get it up, but likes to see me being fucked and cleans up afterwards. You don't have a problem with that do you?” she asked. “No, of course not” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. With that settled she told me to get on with the gardening, refusing to let me dress, because she wanted to photograph me working in the nude. She fetched her camera, came back out still naked herself, taking photos of me working for about 15 or 20 minutes before going back into the house returning with two bottles of cold lager. We chatted about this and that while we drank then she picked up the camera to take more pictures. “I want some pictures with your cock erect” she told me. It was about 45 minutes since we'd fucked, my prick, hanging limp, despite being naked in the garden with a naked woman. I looked at her doubtfully, she must have read my mind. “Have a wank. I'm sure a young lad like you can get hard again. In fact that gives me an idea. Forget the gardening. I want some shots of you masturbating, Just make sure you don't cum” she told me. A somewhat unusual situation, standing in a garden, then laid on the lawn, tossing myself off. No doubt my mates would have taken the piss if they could have seen me wanking in front of this older lady while she took photos. I have a wank now and again, and sometimes give myself a hand if I'm not quite hard enough when I'm having a shag, but this was the first time I'd been watched actually masturbating. A situation which I found increasingly exciting as I got in to it, particularly when she stood, legs either side of my head and I was looking up at her cunt, still wet and gaping, with spunk oozing out, dribbling down her thighs. Just as interesting was her clitoris. I'd felt and only glimpsed it briefly up till then All the women I'd ever been with their clits had been small, some little more than a bump. Jennifer's was poking out about 2 centimetres like an erect mini prick. I'd almost cum several times and had to stop wanking, holding and squeezing my erection to prevent myself from cumming. Things became even more difficult when she decided she wanted some close up shots of my cock, crouching, then kneeling above my head, her pussy only inches from my face, her engorged clit almost within sucking distance. A few more shots of me stroking my cock and she put the camera down, took my hand away from my prick, replacing it with her own. She bent forward, told me to lick her pussy, at the same time, lowering her cunt onto my mouth, then starting to suck my cock. I knew I had no chance of lasting for long, licked along her gash, tasting my own spunk, mixed with her cunt juices and took her large clitoris in my mouth, sucking and nibbling it. All I could do was concentrate on her cunt, and try to hold on as long as I could before cumming. No chance. I don’t think I lasted two minutes before I shot my load, feeling her sucking harder and swallowing my spunk. She hadn't finished with me, sitting up, pressing her cunt to my mouth, practically suffocating me, grinding her pussy on my face until, to my relief, she climaxed, very noisily and very wetly on my face. I could feel juices squirting out, whether it was sex juices, piss or a mixture of both I'm not sure as I managed to turn my head away. I suspect it was mostly piss because she climbed off, squatted next to me and released a stream of golden liquid, arching from her piss hole onto the lawn. I can't say I watched her pissing that closely, sitting on the garden chair about 10 yards away was a guy in his sixties. I hadn't heard him arrive, hadn't been in a position to see, with Jennifer sat on my face, but guessed he must have been there several minutes. The most surreal circumstance I'd ever been in. Jennifer pissing next to me, introducing me to her husband Alan, “This is James the young man I told you about” then telling him I'd already fucked her, what else we'd done and that he could watch us fuck later when I'd had a chance to recover. I did what most blokes would do in that situation and tried to cover myself with my hands, much to her amusement. To add to my embarrassment when she'd finished pissing she got up and handed the camera to him to look at the pictures of me wanking. While he looked at them she pulled me to my feet. I went to collect my clothes. You won't need those until tomorrow” she told me, walking with me into the house. She sent me to shower and when I came back downstairs, with a towel wrapped round me I could hear them talking about me in their lounge. I listened from the hall. Apparently she was quite pleased by my performance, though like most of the other young guys who fucked her came to quickly. Hardly surprising considering what she'd been doing to my cock and at least she'd been impressed that I'd been able to recover quite fast, which was why she liked young men to fuck her. I made some noise and walked in, she had her wrap on, told me to sit next to her. She sent Alan to fetch me a drink, then he went to his study leaving us watching Porn, most of it older women with young guys. About an hour and a half of that, with her holding my cock most of the time, when she wasn't fingering herself. It finished and she changed the DVD. Obviously amateur, and equally obviously her, and taken recently. It involved her and two young guys one black and one white. She watched for several minutes before leaving me watching it while she went for a shower, telling me to go up to her room when the video finished. The video lasted about 45 minutes and if anything was dirtier than the professional video, lots of cocksucking, and not just Jennifer sucking cock, and finished with one fucking her cunt and the other her arse. By the end I had a raging hard on, enough for me to forget my reservations about being watched by her husband and my worry I wouldn't be able to manage to get hard. I stood up to go to her room, still thinking about the video, particularly the part where the two guys had sucked each others cocks. I imagine most guys at one time or another may have wondered what it would be like to get a blow job from another guy, if only fleetingly. I had sometimes wondered and had found the video arousing. As I reached the door, I noticed two passports and out of curiosity picked them up to see how old she was. I'm a history graduate and recognised the significant date in 1945 immediately, quickly calculating she was 68 years old. A bit of a shock, older than I'd thought but I wasn't going to let that stop me fucking her again. She was laid on the the bed masturbating, with her eyes closed, when I walked in, Alan sat on a chair watching her. I stood watching her using a realistic large black dildo, most of which was inside her, her cunt stretched tightly around it. Whilst I hadn't entirely forgotten about Alan, I took hold of my cock and started wanking with her. He spoke, suggesting I get on the bed with her and take over fucking her with the dildo. I climbed on next to her, she reached for my hand, placed it on the dildo, spread her legs wider and lay back, fingers on her clit, frigging it with her fingertips while I dildo fucked her to climax. Rather than satisfying her that had just got her warmed up. She reached down and pulled the dildo from her pussy, telling me to lie on the bed. She took hold of my cock, stroking it, bending over running her tongue up and down my shaft, took the knob in her mouth and gave it a quick suck. She straddled me, holding my cock still, guiding it to her cunt, for another reverse fuck. The difference this time was her husband was watching as my cock slid into her fuck hole. He sat there quietly so I more or less forgot about him as she rode my cock, giving a running commentary for the benefit of her husband. I imagine he got off on her describing the big hard cock, filling and stretching her cunt, how it compared with all the other guys who fucked her and that she was anticipating another load of spunk in her pussy. She continued talking, riding me harder, until her words turned to moans, her cunt muscles once again massaged my cock and she climaxed. The sensation of her cunt milking my cock was exquisite and I only lasted a short while before I ejaculated inside her. Almost as soon as I'd come she rolled off on to her back, told me to go back downstairs, dismissing me until she called me. Leaving the room I caught sight of Alan going down on her to lick and suck my cum from her cunt. I stayed all night, fucked her again with Alan watching, before he went to bed in one of the other bedrooms. He ran his own business and had left by the time we got up the next morning. Jennifer still wouldn't return my clothes and we spent the day outside naked, gardening and fucking. She'd sucked me, we'd fucked and in the afternoon, she reminded that there was still one hole that remained to be filled. I slid my cock into her third hole and fucked her up the arse. Nice and tight and more pleasant than my previous experiences of Anal Sex, as she'd gone in the house, flushed all the shit out of her arse and lubricated her bum hole first. Once again when she needed to piss she just squatted where she was and pissed in front of me. She kept me well supplied with cold drinks and when I needed a piss, first time she told me to piss while she watched. The second time she told me to urinate on her, claiming it was good for her skin. Reluctantly at first, I stood over her, held my cock, aimed at her body and pissed on her, soaking her tits, pussy and when she insisted, I urinated in her face, not stopping even when she opened her mouth, swallowing some of my piss. She eventually dropped me off back at my flat at about 9pm, after Alan had watched us fucking again. I was back at work the next day. She arranged to pick me up for my next days off, making it clear that she would be fucking other guys in the mean time and that she intended for me to join in with them at sometime in the next few weeks. I finally met them last weekend. I find it hard to believe what she persuaded me to do or accept that I enjoyed it. I am undecided whether to write about it or not, and unsure if anyone would be that interested anyway.