I spotted old Mrs. Harlan every damn morning, that wrinkled 68-year-old hag next door, bending over in her garden with those saggy tits swinging under her thin house dress. She thought she could keep ignoring my stares, but today I was done waiting. I kicked her back door open while she was washing dishes, grabbed her by the gray bun on her head, and slammed her face-first against the counter.
"Shut the fuck up, granny," I growled, yanking her dress up over her wide, veiny ass. No panties. Just pale, loose skin and a hairy gray cunt that smelled like old soap. She screamed and clawed at the sink, but I was bigger, stronger, and already hard as steel. I spit on my cock and rammed it straight into her dry hole in one vicious thrust.
Her cunt walls felt loose and hot around me, gripping like a worn-out sleeve. "No! Stop, you bastard!" she wailed, but I just laughed and pumped harder, pounding her against the counter so her saggy tits flopped out and slapped the porcelain. I reached around and pinched her big, brown nipples, twisting until she yelped. Each slam made wet, slapping sounds as my balls hit her wrinkled thighs.
I flipped her around and forced her to her knees. "Suck it, you old slut." I shoved my cock, shiny with her juices, between her thin lips. She gagged, tears running down her lined cheeks, but I held her head and fucked her throat deep. Spit and pre-cum drooled down her chin onto those hanging granny tits. I pulled out and slapped my wet dick across her face, leaving streaks on her wrinkled skin.
Dragging her to the kitchen table, I bent her over it and spread her ass cheeks. Her puckered asshole looked tight and brown. I forced two fingers in first, then lined up and drove my cock into her ass without warning. She howled, body shaking, but I held her hips and fucked that tight granny shithole raw. It squeezed me like a fist. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit hard, making her cunt drip despite herself.
"Take it, you forced granny whore," I grunted, slamming balls-deep. Her asshole stretched around my shaft, red and puffy. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back into her cunt. Her legs kicked uselessly as I hammered her, watching those floppy tits bounce. I leaned down and sucked one long nipple into my mouth, biting until she cried out.
Her body betrayed her. Juices leaked around my cock, her hips twitching. I laughed and fucked faster, the table creaking. When I was close, I pulled out, straddled her chest, and jerked my load all over her face and saggy tits. Thick ropes splattered her wrinkles, dripping into her open mouth as she gasped.
I left her there, cum-covered and shaking, dress ripped, holes used and sore. She didn't call the cops. She knew this was just the start.
