My sister and I went to visit and ancient aunt one time. After we arrived and said the customary hellos, she suggested we go and see her friend, down the street about ten doors, for a cup of tea and a chat. We walked down to her friend’s place and she welcomed us in. We were sitting in the kitchen drinking our tea and chatting when the friend’s daughter came in the front door and walked through the kitchen on her way to her room. The mother said “say hello to Julie”. Julie looked pained and said hello and kept walking. Not one of life’s great communicators was Julie. I had known her since she was a child and I don’t think she had said more than a dozen words to me in that time. She had dark almost black unkempt hair, a piercing through her nose and a tattoo of some sort of flower on her upper arm. She appeared to be a Goth looking person and I say that without much understanding what a Goth person is and only going on what I have picked up on TV. Please excuse my ignorance any Goths reading this. She had always had this deadpan look on her face and I had never seen her smile. Julie was twenty three years old and I hadn’t seen her for years. She had a slight frame and I couldn’t tell if she had tits of any size because of the way she was dressed. Despite my description of her so far I found her some how rootable in a skanky, sluttish sort of way. Don’t get her wrong, she might not have been skanky or sluttish but my tool and brain wanted to think of her that way as it made her more horny to me.

My sister and my aunt’s friend had decided to take the aunt for a walk to the local shopping mall for an outing and so we all set off down the street to the mall. After walking for five minutes my sister said to me that a trip to the mall probably wasn’t all that interesting for me and so why didn’t I go back to my Aunt’s place and watch TV or something. I thought that was a good idea as she was right, I wasn’t really interested in the mall and so I said I would see them in an hour or so back there and turned and set off for my aunt’s place. As I walked I started to think about the twenty three year old. I had to walk past the friend’s place and as I approached I slowed and then stopped at the front gate. I looked up and down the street which was deserted and then I went up the path and around to the back door which I knew was open and walked into the kitchen. The twenty three year old must have heard me come in and came out of her room, looked at me and just stood there without saying a word. She had changed out of her clothes and was wearing a bath robe, one of those daggy old style terry toweling robes but it looked good on her. We stood there with neither of us having said a word; I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

“What do you want?” she asked in a reasonably aggressive manor and her deadpan neutral almost emotionless look. I was a little worried at that point, although - on the positive side - she hadn’t told me to piss off. Heart pounding procrastination overwhelmed me. More silence – I thought it’s now or never. I was really putting my neck on the line here considering how well I knew her mother and or course my aunt. Nevertheless due to my dick doing all of the thinking I blurted out “I want to fuck you”. Very little changed in her expression, “but you’re an old guy” she replied “and anyway she’ll (her mother) be back soon”. I just told her that I wanted to fuck her and she is worried that I am an old guy! All of this was very positive as she didn’t seem shocked or offended. “We have time for a fuck, believe me”, I replied. I walked over to her and opened the front of her robe and she snatched it shut but then thought about it and just let it fall open again. I increased the now slightly open front of the robe a little further with a single finger and she didn’t stop me, merely watching me with that blank look on her face although a slight hint of trepidation had crept into it. She had fairly white skin, and dark pubes. Not coloured black like her head hair but nevertheless reasonably dark and trimmed, which surprised me as I somehow expected goths to have thick bushes. I hadn’t had much (make that ANY) experience with goths to that point or since for that matter. I opened the robe further and pulled it up over her shoulders and let it drop. She straightened her arms to let it drop to the floor. I stepped back to view her naked body in its entirety. She thrust her chest out. I put my hands around her throat, she threw her head back and I moved my hands down to feel her breasts and then to feel her between the legs. We were standing adjacent to the bathroom door and I ushered her into the room and turned her and started to bend her over. She got the idea and placed her hands on the vanity top, spread her legs slightly and arched her back presenting her arse to me. I quickly stripped off my pants and shirt, rescuing a condom from my pants pocket as I went.

She looked down at the condom packet and I was told in no short order that she didn’t like “those things” and that she was on the pill anyway as her boyfriend had been “doing” her unbeknownst to her mother she proudly boasted. I somehow doubted that her mother didn’t at least suspect a little, as her mother wasn’t dumb (most mothers aren’t).

She looked over her shoulder and looked up and down at my body, stopping at my bulging crotch. I still had my budgie smugglers on and as I slipped them off my cock sprang out hard. It wasn’t just horizontal, it was standing up at about thirty degrees, bone hard and almost painful, knob purple coloured, glistening wet with pre-cum and ready for action.

She assumed the position once again, looked at me apprehensively and almost aggressively in the mirror still with a slight deadpan look but with a slight look of “fuck me you bastard, use my young body for your pleasure”. I was in my early fifties after all and she was twenty three as I said. She looked at me in the mirror and said something like “c’mon fuck me dirty old man before she gets back”, referring to her mother I supposed. Whatever she said I remember that it was definitely aggressive. My God, she had spoken at last! And called me a dirty old man (bless her). I told her to spread her legs a bit more. I reached under and felt her pussy, the short trimmed hairs were scratchy, almost abrasive. I slipped a finger between her lips and felt their plump firmness, the prickly hair scratching my finger and hand. “finger me harder” she blurted out. I did as commanded and vigorously drove my fingers into her warm wet slippery hole, the base of my finger and palm of my hand slapping into her, the squishing noise of her juices clearly audible with each impact. I took tool in hand, tried to look under (in vain) to see where I was going and relying solely on instinct, guided my knob into her and once engaged, pushed the entire length into her in one action. She gasped slightly with pleasure or pain, I’m not sure but she braced herself on the vanity and I pounded into her lifting her tiny frame off the ground with the first two or three thrusts as I held onto her hips. After that I held her waist and she was rocked back and forth as we settled in for a steady root. She looked at me in the mirror and smiled very slightly and then looked back over her shoulder at me before turning back to just shut her eyes and to enjoy her fuck as she rocked back and forth. I was enjoying the gorgeous young body of a twenty three year old, young and firm and fit.

A few minutes passed and she must have tired of that position, because she abruptly stood up and my tool dropped out of her. She turned and put her arms around my neck and I lifted her up onto the vanity. She put one leg up onto the sink top opening up her hole for me. I took my cock in my hand and slapped it on her snatch. She reached down and pulled on it a few times and cupped my balls as I pulled on her nipples and pinched her puffy areolas. Her tits weren’t big but they were nicely shaped and so soft, I love puffy areolas, I just had to suck on them. She seemed to enjoy that (I certainly was) and I couldn’t leave them alone. She pulled my head off her tits and spoke again demanding that I fuck her now and to shoot my cream (her word not mine) into her. She also probably had her mind on the clock and the impending return of the others. I’m glad someone was thinking. I placed my cock at her opening and she guided me in until the knob disappeared and I instinctively began to thrust and drive my hips into her. She placed her hand back on the sink top to support herself as she expected (and rightly so) a rough fuck as I drove my cock into her ramming her back into the mirror. She lifted her legs up and with her knees up almost under my armpits, I grabbed the back of her thighs to get more power into the thrusts and strapped her on as she tried to lock her legs around me. Things were falling off the vanity onto the floor but neither of us seemed to mind.

She had cum once when I was doing her from behind and she came again as I drove my hard meat into her again from the front. She told me later that an old guy rooting her was very horny as she felt she was being violated and this was born out by the fact that she had never had multiple orgasms with her younger studs of which there had only been three and their cocks weren’t as thick as mine either she said. I emptied my balls into her in an almighty blow followed by those last three or so thrusts you have when trying to squeeze out every last drop into your woman and to prolong your endorphin rush as long as possible.

I dressed, left her to clean herself up and exited via the front door, checking down the street to see if the women were returning, and then skulked off like a thief in the night, except it was broad daylight.

The months passed I had been visiting my ancient aunt again partly because she is good old stick and partly to possibly see the little Goth chic again. I knew she liked my aunt and visited her regularly. I had been three or four times to see my aunt over the months but each time the Goth chic wasn’t there and then finally one bright sunny day she happened to be there when I visited. My aunt opened the front door and led me back to where they were sitting in the warmth of the winter sun in the back room. I said hello to the Goth chic and she greeted me with the usual blank but partially aggressive look and a grunting hello. My head was racing as to how I could get a message to her but couldn’t come up with anything in the time allotted. For some reason I hadn’t thought this through beforehand. My lust and also my penis hogging most of the blood supply didn’t help my thinking processes. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t had the time. Anyway, my aunt and I chatted and the Goth chic said a word or two when asked a question.

I was usually just passing my aunts place when I dropped in for my visits so she knew I didn’t stay long. As I couldn’t make contact with the Goth chic I decided to abandon the attempt and leave. I made gestures to get up and go and my aunt asked me to give something to my sister and left the room to get the item. I looked over at the Goth chic with quiet lusting in my eyes. I couldn’t strike up a conversation with her as my aunt was only a room away. The Goth chic quickly wrote something on a piece of paper and pushed it into my coat pocket just as the aunt was returning to the room. I looked surprised at the Goth chic (I was playing hard to get) but then played along. My aunt handed me the parcel and I rose, said my goodbyes and left.

I walked out my aunt’s front gate, got into my car and immediately looked at the note. The note had her phone number on it and a time to phone. Immediate euphoria hit me, what a buzz. I was tingling at the thought of being with the skanky little Goth chic whose hornyness had grown to enormous status in my mind. Her apparent attitude of “I don’t want you to, or care if you fuck me but here I will open my legs for you. Go ahead and use me.” was so horny. My excitement was off the scale and I drove home concentrating and trying not to have a prang. I phoned at the specified time. She said she wanted to meet up and she wanted to know if I wanted to fuck her again. Not “could we have sex again” or “I want you to feel me up again”, no, it was straight to the point, “do you want fuck me again?” which also put the onus back on me and drove home her distain of this dirty old man. Do I want to fuck her again? Is the Pope a catholic? Of course I wanted to fuck her again but I tried not to sound too eager. I was nearly in tears with frustration. My penis was trying to get out of my pants as I calmly continued the conversation, telling her I was a bit busy (playing hard to get once again but in actual fact I would have eaten her alive had she been there, or driven her through the wall with my penis if we were say having a standing fuck up against said wall) but what did she have in mind for a meeting place and time and I would see if I could make it. She said her mother was usually at home so she nominated a local park several blocks from her place and during the day after midday. I was shocked and pleasantly surprised. I agreed and we arranged a date and time. I hadn’t seen this park before. What did she have in mind? A root in the open?! I suppose we could go back to my car and fool around. Not the greatest but better than nothing and streets ahead of my hand that had been doing overtime as anticipated our meeting loomed.

I arrived at the park which was deserted except for some guy walking his dog way over in the distance on the far side. The streets were empty except for parked cars and there was only the occasional car driving passed every minute or so. The park was on the corner of two streets and was one of those small areas with a beat up looking cricket pitch just for kids to muck around on in the middle and a sloping hill about 20 feet or so high on the two non street sides up to the side and back fences of houses. The council had made an attempt at disguising the fences with scrubby bushes and bottlebrush trees along the tops of both hillsides. I spotted the Goth chic coming down the street and we met up and sat on a park bench partially hidden from view from the street by some trees up on one of the hilltops. She had on a low cut top (that was different for her as she was usually clad from head to toe, or at least conservatively) and as we sat there looking out over the park and I glanced sideway unashamedly to perve at her tits as she spoke. She seemed to like that and thrust out her chest slightly. She had a small tattoo of a bird on her shoulder and I had noticed others on her ankle. She didn’t want anyone to see us together least of all her mother or my aunt. She asked me once again if I wanted to fuck her again. I replied yes. She told me that I had made her sore last time and she wanted me to do that again. I said “suuure, I can do that” Tool hardening furiously in my pants! She had seen a friend since I had fucked her but he wasn’t as rough as I had been with her and she wanted a dirty old man to fuck her mainly because of the kinkiness of that but also as there would definitely be no strings attached and I was a little more brutal than her younger males had been. Not her words but you get the idea. She was totally taken with the vision of a well dressed, socially respectable (relatively) old man taking out his cock and having his way with her. The thought of me fumbling with her clothes was a turn on for her and I must admit I found it just a tad horny myself. The vision in her mind was such a turn on that she had been thinking of me fucking her when her friend had been trying to fuck her but he “wasn’t an animal like I was” and so he didn’t fill the bill or her either it seems. I have to admit I was feeling rather flattered by all of this and began to see myself as a bit of a stud. I can dream!

I could see nothing wrong with the no strings attached approach and really didn’t care about the reason anyway, as long as I could get my dirty old man’s meat into her again and I liked the idea of being a little rough with her and I found the fact that she liked it very horny.

I checked around and the area was deserted now that the guy and his dog had left and so I asked her when and where she wanted me to fuck her. She replied “right now” and suggested we go into bushes just behind where we were sitting. We got up and walked along the fence line behind the bushes and after scrambling through the brush we came to a spot that might have been used for exactly what we were planning, complete with an old mattress and newspapers on the ground, an old tarp and a few bags of rubbish. Really a delightful spot but at least we had a view of the park between the scrubby tree branches so we could see anyone approaching. She seemed to think this was a good spot but I wasn’t too keen on the facilities, I was more of a five star in-the-middle-of-the-bush person like something you would find out in the country along the side of a main road, behind bushes but far enough in that you could only just hear the traffic. Old mattresses and bags of rubbish weren’t my thing I’m afraid. There was however a two metre high block wall with a reinforcing step about one metre high in it a bit further along and so I suggested that she could sit her arse on that as I fucked her standing between her legs. She seemed agreeable (I was still getting grunt type communications from her even now) and so I pulled her skirt up (skirts are great, they allow such easy access which is probably what she had in mind) and her panties down and off. There was an “oh” at the abruptness of the action and she almost smiled as I did it but then reverted to her usual frown. She sat on the step and spread her delicious young legs wide open for me. Her legs dangled out, her feet only just touched the ground as she sat there. Her lovely thighs were tight as she strained to keep balance with her toes just reaching the ground. That made her mons really “monsy” standing up plump and prominent. I felt like licking and biting her on the thighs and so as I crouched down I started at just above her knees and licked my way up to her lovely little completely shaved plump twat. I knelt down and not being able to help myself, I nibbled her perfectly formed young snatch at which she briefly complained but then I suppose, realizing it was my animalistic lusting of her body, she just settled back and endured it. I parted her labia lips with my thumbs and tongued and sucked on her clit which made her sort of sigh or gasp quietly as she held my head and rubbed my face on her twat. I could smell a nice perfume and so I guessed she was planning to have my head between her legs at some time that day. I continued to munch away on her. I looked up and noticed her wide eyed and intently looking down at me working away on her. Then, as if my rate of devouring of her wasn’t enough, while still sitting on the top of the block wall, she raised herself up on her tippy toes, supported herself with one hand on the top of the wall, and the other on the back of my head moved her hips forward and pressed her little box onto my mouth for me to feed on with more gusto. She let me come up for a brief gasp of air occasionally before pushing her twat back into my face.

My cock was straining at my pants. I stood up and unzipped and she reached in and pulled out my engorged, bendy meat that flopped down at a semi erect attitude. The inside of my undies and my cock were awash with pre-cum so I wiped it off with the bottom of my shirt. I could see her mouth slide over the smoothness as she slurped the knob into her warm little mouth and then swallowed the shaft, the girth of its semi erect state stretching her mouth even further. Her cheek bulged a couple of times as my knob poked into it as she moved her mouth back and forth along my shaft. I could hear her muffled gulps which was either partial gagging or swallowing a little bit of pre-cum which I hadn’t noticed when I presented my cock to her mouth. She looked up as she sucked me, her lips wrapped around my thick veiny cock as she slid back and forth on it never letting more than half of it escape from her soft, warm mouth. I could feel my tool hit the back of her throat as she drove her mouth onto it until her nose hit the base of my abdomen, hesitating briefly before withdrawing back to half way, revealing my wet shaft glistening in the rays of tree filtered sunlight. There was a fair bit of gagging going on but she kept on attacking it eagerly. I thought she was going to vomit at one stage but she had a cough and went back to it. I urged her to keep quite and I didn’t know who or what was on the other side of this fence. Mind you there was no one around but caution prevailed. I took hold of her head and started to thrust into her mouth, I could hear her wet lips rippling over the veins in my meat as I withdrew almost completely before plunging back in again up to the hilt. She held her hands on my thighs to limit the amount of cock she took in her mouth I guess. Such an exquisite feeling. I withdrew to only have my knob in her mouth and continued thrusting just the knob in and out, in and out, in and out. I was so close to blowing and she could sense it.

She stopped sucking me and asked in a semi annoyed impatient tone “are you going to fuck me?”. Remembering her requirement to be rough with her and as grubby as that mattress beside us was, I grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her back and then lowered her down onto it. She made herself as comfortable as she could and spread her legs wide open for me, raised her knees, her feet dangling in mid air and I mounted her missionary style, plunging my cock into her and tried to ram her through to China, using what little spring that was left in that mattress to get a good pounding action going. I was going to make sure her little twat was at least as sore as it was the first time I had fucked her. I kept that up for as long as my dirty old man arms could take it and then I collapsed on top of her. She later told me she liked the weight of me on top of her. It made her feel dirty and used by a dirty old man and she loved it.

She eventually pushed me off and assumed the doggie position on all fours. I would have preferred to get some relief and blow my load into her then and there, but what the heck, a bit of doggie is nice too. I peered under between her legs to position my cock at her pussy so she could guide me in. I crouched over her, my hands on her back, my knees regretting it already but I hung in there. I could feel her fingers on my knob as she wiped it up and down parting her lips and then on her clit a few times before pushing it inside the entrance to her hole, leaving me to push it in. She left her hand there as I commenced fucking her and she held my balls loosely sort of tickling my scrotum as it slid back and forth over her palm, finally taking hold of my sac and squeezing it with a pulsating action. I wasn’t sure whether that was horny of not but what the hell I was enjoying rooting her and she was managing to hold on despite my thrusting.

I only rooted her for a short while until my legs couldn’t do it any more and I blew into her. I don’t know what was more relieved my penis or my legs but desperation drove me on, straining to deliver every last drop of jism. We wiped ourselves with something I can’t remember. She put her panties back on and pulled her skirt down and straightened it and we retired back down the fence line to where it ended. A quick look up and down the street and we went our separate ways.