My Old Pussy Needed Filling.

I'm in my eighties, living alone and in need of some excitement in my life.
I'm not much to look at as I'm a big woman, my bits hang down and I can't remember the last time I saw my old fat pussy.
I don't get many visitors but on occasions my granddaughter pops over with one of her boyfriends.
Each time she does it seems to be a different one, saying that looking at her I'm not surprised she changes them so often.
She can be very outspoken, sassy, and definitely a hard one to handle.
On this occasion the boy she turned up with was tall, not bad looking and I must say from what I could tell well hung in the trousers department.
Being the age I am I notice these things.
What struck me the most about him was how quiet he was, he didn't say much until my granddaughter left the room to go to the loo.
“How are you coping with her,” I asked.
“To be honest she's a pain in the backside, she’s too possessive and just wants me to have sex all the time, and it's not good sex either,” he said.
“Well being young as she is she can be a handful,” I said.
“I know but if it carries on I'm not staying with her much longer,” he said.
“I'm curious, what do you mean not good sex,”
He leaned in saying,”she just lays there, that's it, no foreplay just doesn't move, I do all the work and she just takes it,” he said.
“Some women are like that, they don't know the finer things when it comes to sex,” I said.
“Well I need someone who’s not as cold as she is, someone who enjoys sex and joins in,” he said.
“Well if I was fifty years younger, I would be all over you looking at what you have in your pants,” I said.
“To be honest Mrs Barnes, age never bothers me, I've had a few oldies in my time and they definitely enjoy what I give them I can tell you,” he said.
“Oh, how old,” “last one was sixty two, my neighbour, she's a widow so I popped and helped her out, don't say anything to Sarah, in case it causes arguments,” he said.
“No I won't say anything, just as I'm in my duties then,” I said with a laugh.
“It wouldn't matter to me, Mrs Barnes, if it still works then why not,” he said.
“Oh, it still works, trust me, I just can't get to it nowadays,” I said.
“Well, if you ever need help with that, you only have to ask,” he said, smiling at me.
“What, as in you know what?”
“Why not? If you’re still in need of it, go for it,” he said.
“Well, it's a nice offer, but I doubt anyone would want what I've got,” I said.
“You might not think so, but the older you get, the less chance of getting any gets harder,” he said.
Then my granddaughter returned, “What you two been up to then?” “Not much, just enjoying some interesting chit-chat,” I said.
After a while, they stood up to leave, when he placed a piece of paper in my hand. As they both left, he smiled at me, then gave me a sly wink.
As the door closed, I turned to see what the paper was that he gave me.
What was on it made me shudder; it read, “You might be old, but I’m guessing you still like a bit of cock. Message me, and I will sort you out, anytime.”
This young man wanted to give me cock, a me and an old woman. Why would he want to, I thought.
Two weeks past, and I couldn’t get it out of my head about what my granddaughter’s boyfriend had suggested to me. Was she still with him, or is he another one that’s gone by the wayside?
I had to know, so I called the number on the piece of paper he gave me when he left my house last time.
Nervously, I waited for him to answer my call. “Hello, who’s this?” he asked.
“Hi, sorry to bother you, but this is Sarah’s grandma. Is that Josh?” I said.
“Oh, hi, Mrs Barnes. Yes, this is Josh. How are you doing?” “Oh, I’m fine, thank you. I was just calling to ask you something. Are you still with my Sarah?” I asked.
“Nope, she ditched me, or I did. It just didn’t work out,” he said. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry,” “No, it’s fine. How can I help you?” he asked.
“That piece of paper you gave me when you left last time you were here. I’m not sure I should be asking this, but what you put on it was it for real in any way, what you were offering,” I asked, shaking as I did so.
“Of course, if you needed something to help you in any way, to give me a call, why, you needing something from me,” he said.
My voice trembling, I replied, “Well, I’m not too sure I should be asking this, but you said you looked after your neighbour and a few others. I just wondered if in some way you could maybe look after me,”my voice crackling with nervousness as I asked.
“M’s Barney’s, it would be my pleasure, anytime, like I said, age is a number, that’s all,” “But I’m in my eighties, it’s been a very long time for me,” I said.
“All the more urgency then, how about Saturday maybe seven o’clock?” he said.
“This Saturday, yes, that would be great,”” ok will see you then,” he said as he ended the call.
I fell back into my seat. I had just arranged to have sex with a younger man at my age. I was still shaking from what I had done, and the enormity of what would be happening at my age was beginning to sink in.
All that day, my mind was all over the place. Was it for real? Did I just offer my body to a younger person? Would I still go through it?
As each day passed, Saturday arrived, and I woke feeling so nervous about what was going to happen.
I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself. Would he still want to have sex with this, my fat old body? My very flabby old pussy even want to touch me, let alone have sex with it at my age?
All day I waited. The time dragged as it approached seven o’clock.
Would he turn up? Would I go through with it? My mind was all over the place as I heard a knock on my front door.
My heart started to race as I opened the door. “ Hi, Mrs Barnes, you ok” he asked as I ushered him inside.
Offering him a drink, we sat down in my living room. “Look, I'm not sure I should be doing this at my age,” I said. “Well, that's what I get a lot, but afterwards, you realise what you had been missing,” he said.
“But why older women, why would you want to have sex with older women at your age? You’re young, and I'm sure prefer younger girls to one like me,” I asked.
“Well, this is how I see it. Younger girls lack something; they just want to be fucked. They lie there and just take it with no feeling of anything at all. To them, it's all about getting some cock, and that's it. Now, with older women like yourself, you want it because you want it. You feel at your age you need that passion back. You feel lost without knowing you can still have sex even though you’re the age you are. To me, it's about helping women like you to recover something you've lost, not just have sex for the sake of it,” he said.
“People like yourself want sex. You need the sex. It gives you that feeling of knowing life hasn't just stopped. You can still do what you used to,” he said. “But why would you have sex with an old woman like me? Look at me. I'm fat. My breasts hang down, and well, my pussy isn't in very good shape, no matter what you might think,” I said.
“Do you feel you could still have sex?” he asked.
“Yes, I think so,” he said. “That’s all that matters. So stop worrying,” he said.
“So how shall we do this?” Well, I have a cock. Your pussy needs a cock, so let's just get them together and see how things go,” he said in a very enthusiastic voice.
“My god, I'm so nervous,” I said.
“Look, take your time. You can always back out if you want to. I don't mind.” “No, I'm fine. I just can't believe this is happening at my age,” I said.
“Well, let's see how it goes, okay?”
I stood up and led him to my bedroom. He just instantly unbuckled his pants and let loose his young, very hard, big cock.
“My god, it's been years since I've seen a cock, let alone one that big,” I said.
“Well, it's yours if you want it,” with that, I lifted my skirt, slipping out of my big pants. I nervously sat on the edge of my bed.
“Please take it steady. I'm old, and it's been a very long time for me,” I said.
With that, I laid myself down, my fat old legs open and my fat old pussys now fully exposed to him.
“You ready?” he said.
“No, but please be careful,” I said.
He moved in between my legs, and as I was too fat to see, I felt his cock touch me somewhere I thought I would never be touched again.
“You ready?” he said.
“Oh yes, please go in slowly,” I said.
With that, I felt him slowly slide in past my entrance.
That feeling of his cock now sliding up into my pussy brought tears to my eyes.
I never in a million years expected this to happen again.
“Oh my word, that feels amazing,” I said.
Just as he slid his cocks tip down between my fat pussy lips, it felt so incredible; this young man’s cock was giving me sensations this old woman hadn’t felt in so many years.
It was like my body had finally turned itself back on; the sexual passion I used to feel was now returning to me. I wanted his cock inside me, I wanted to feel him fuck my old pussy like I wanted him to.
“Oh my god,” I shouted, “that feels amazing, why would you want to fuck this old body?” I asked.
“Simple, you need a man’s cock. I love fucking pussy, no matter how old,” he said.
“With those comments ringing in my ear, he slid straight into my pussy. I gave out the loudest shout ever for me. I could feel his thick shaft stretching me as it sank itself deep into my pussy hole.
My fat, tired old body once more taking cock like I used to take one years ago.
“Right, Mrs Barnes, you ready for some fucking?” he said.
“My god, Sonny, you fuck away. I will just lay here letting that cock of yours fuck me however you like,” I said.
With that, I folded my arms across my chest, holding my floppy breasts still while I let him pound my old pussy. He felt so big inside me as he slid in and out; each thrust just seemed to sink deeper as I felt his thickness spreading my pussy hole wider each time I let him take me places I had wished for so long.
“ god your tight,” he said, “ well you go for it, fuck me hard as you want,” I could just see him over my fat body as he was intently watching his cock slide in and out, as he found my large hole.I kept encouraging him to fuck me hard which I could feel he was as his thrusting became ever more intense.
I never expected to be doing this but I was in a world of my own, he was fucking me and I was loving it so much.
That sensation of his young cock sliding in between my old pussy lips was for me something I had wanted but couldn’t ever feel it would happen again.
“ you like to have sex then,” he asked.
“ god to right I do, its been to long though,”
“ you want my cock don't you,” “ oh my god yes I want your cock,” I said.
For me I wished I could see his cock disaoearing inside me, to watch his long thick shaft split my pussy lips open, but as fat as I am all I could do was watch as he just rhythmically thrust himself in against my old pussy.
“ I won't belong Mrs,” he said.
“ you just keep going, I'm ok I'm just enjoying what you're doing to me,” I said.
His loud grunting signaled that he was going to cum, once more I will have cum inside me, that wonderful liquid born out of lustful passion splashed deep inside my waiting throbbing pussy.
I wasn't thinking about my own orgasm, at my age it's about enjoyment, to feel what he wants to give me, that wonderful cock sliding in deep to give my pissy something it's needed for so long.
One last thrust, he groaned out loud, his whole body now wedged in hard between my open fat legs.
“ Jesus Christ,” he shouted.
“ My God, Mrs Barnes, you've hit the lot,,l he said.
I could feel a sudden feeling of heat, the unmistakable sensation of a man’s hot cum filling my pussy, I could feel him throbbing inside me, pulse and twitching as his cum splashed agaist my pussy walls.
“ there you go, that feels wonderful,” I said, watching his face as he jerked himself agaist my body.
“ that was fucking amazing, your pussy Mrs Barns, is so tight I didn't expect it to be so bloody tight,” he said.
Looking up at him over my body, his cock still sunk deep inside me,” well your the first I’ve had in many a year, you feel wonderful, even I didn’t expect you to fill me with so much cum,” I said.
Then he gently slid out of me, that feeling of pleasurable relief as my pussy returned to its former state, feeling very relaxed while his hot cum dribbled out from my now very used old pussy.
“ thank you,” I said.
“ oh your welcome, I loved it,” he said.
“ you’ve made an old woman very happy, you have restored my body’s willingness to enjoy sex again at my age,” I said.
“ anytime, just say the word,” watching him stood in my bedroom, his young wet cock dripping cum and with me laid there partially naked it made me feel as though life isn’t as bad as it used to be.