I was twenty-two when I moved into the small house next door to Mr. Harlan. He was sixty-seven, thick around the middle, with gray hair and strong hands from years of working his garden. I noticed him right away because he was always outside, shirt off, sweating in the sun. One afternoon I was sunbathing in my tiny bikini when he walked over to the fence.
"You need help with that tan line, girl?" he said, voice low and rough.
I laughed but felt heat between my legs. "Maybe I do, old man."
He climbed over the fence without asking. His hands were on my tits in seconds, squeezing hard through the thin fabric. "Call me Harlan when my cock's in you." He pulled the bikini top down and sucked on my nipples, biting just enough to make me moan.
I reached for his shorts and felt his dick already hard, thick and veiny, bigger than I expected for his age.
We didn't make it inside. He bent me over the lounge chair, yanked my bottoms aside, and shoved his cock straight into my wet pussy. No slow build-up, just raw fucking. He pounded me from behind, balls slapping my ass, grunting with every thrust. "Tight young cunt, fuck yes." I came hard, clenching around him, and he kept going until he pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum across my back.
After that it became regular. Every few days he'd show up at my door or I'd go to his. He liked me on my knees first. "Suck this old cock like you mean it." I'd take him deep, gagging when he held my head and fucked my throat. Spit ran down my chin while he called me his young slut. Then he'd spread my legs and eat my pussy like a starving man, tongue fucking me until I begged for his dick.
One night he took me on his kitchen table. He bent me over, ass up, and worked two thick fingers into my asshole while he fucked my pussy. "Gonna stretch this hole too." When he finally pushed his cock into my ass it hurt at first, but the burn turned into the best kind of ache. He railed me slow and deep, one hand on my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit. I came so hard my legs shook.
Harlan never rushed. He'd fuck me in every position, making me ride him so he could watch my tits bounce. "Look at you, young pussy swallowing an old man's cock." Sometimes he'd finish in my mouth, making me swallow every drop. Other times he'd pull out and paint my face or tits with cum.
We kept it simple and filthy. No romance, just two bodies using each other. I'd text him "free sex stories of old and young tonight?" and he'd reply with his door unlocked. He'd take me against the wall, on the floor, in the shower with water running over us. His stamina surprised me every time. He'd make me cum two or three times before he let himself finish.
The last time we fucked that summer, he had me on all fours on his bed. He spanked my ass red while he drove into me, then flipped me over and pinned my wrists. "You're my favorite young fuck," he growled, slamming deep. I wrapped my legs around him and took every inch until he filled my pussy with hot cum. We stayed like that, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me.
He never asked for more than the sex, and neither did I. It was exactly what we both wanted, raw and direct, old and young, no strings.
