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   Old is good too Part One
   It was pissing down and getting dark, fucking window wipers weren't much
good either.  Not sure what possessed me, I was car touring in the UK, then
I saw it, the B&B sign.
   "You're soaking wet me dear" she said in the burrrr accent of the area.
I could hardly understand the fuckers down here, funny accents they had in
cream tea land.
   It was a small place and kind of seemed to be in the middle of no-where.
She said she didn't get many visitors this time of year and she added 'not
many handsome young lads anyway.'
   I wasn't that young but maybe compared to her I was.
   Dumpy friendly woman she was, in her 70's I would say but looking very
robust and red faced healthy - big bosomed women too, big, real big it
looked and she waddled when she walked, all 5ft of her if she was even
that.
   The room was nice.  She came in with me and started telling me about the
room - she told me it was her room when she was a little girl and that was
the bed she had slept in as a preteen.  She laughed as she patted it and
asked if I liked that.  Of course I said yes and then she invited me to
have a little supper.  I left my case in the room.  It was a one level
house, clean and tidy but old and a little decrepit.  She left me to eat
and drink for a while and then came back and chatted.  I was tired and
yawning but there was something about the way she spoke to me, something a
bit enticing but she was old so I thought she was just being friendly.
   "Fancy a bit" she said handing me a plate with some cake slices on it.
It was normal I suppose but I was sure she was winking at me when she did
that.
   Anyway I was tired and needed sleep and eventually went in the room and
closed the door with her telling me where her room was and that I couldn't
miss it since there were only three rooms and she pointed it out -
"anything you want, anything at all just come in me dear."
   I stripped and got a few things out of my case I needed.  I sat down on
the bed and drank the hot milk she had given me to take up and then I stood
up and pulled the covers back - a surprise!
   Lying flat on the under sheet were a pair of rather large emerald green
French Knickers - quite sexy in a way and to be honest I keep a few
articles like that at home - I love to dress up sexy sometimes, love the
feel of them against me hard on - love to look at meself in the mirror and
always wear some sexy stuff when I'm having a bit of cock fun with like
minded.  I looked for a bra but there wasn't one and then thought, what the
fuck are you doing, she must have made a mistake with her washing or
something.  I chucked them in a chair and got into bed - slept immediately.
   I woke up.  I could hear rain thumping down except it wasn't exactly
thumping.  It was certainly raining, pissing down in fact.  It seemed to be
light outside but very dull for all that.  It was the door that was being
thumped - I answered and in she came carrying a mug of tea.
   "Morning me dear" she said putting the mug down and pulling a chair up.
   I sat up a bit and smiled at her and yawned, it seemed a bit early but I
wasn't sure.  I replied of course and took a sip of the tea.
   "It's just past 7 dear, still awful weather out there as well, and how
do you feel now, rested are you" she said perkily and as I looked at her I
noticed she seemed to shift one of her enormous tits about.  She appeared
to be wearing her nightie, a green one, although with a kind of robe
loosely hanging around it - from where I was lying I got a good eyeful of
upper titty too.
   "A bit" I said lazily "bit of a stiff though" I continued on and rubbing
me neck, I must have slept badly, bed was real soft.
   "Dreaming about them young tarty girls probably did that, I know you
young lads, always thinking about it" she said smiling - who the hell was
this woman!
   I took another sip and smiled making a noise of some kind of agreement.
   "Mr Dawkins is always going on about the young ones, poor old devil, of
course he wouldn't be much use to them" she prattled on "I suppose you're a
different kettle of fish?" And at that she laid one hand on the bed and it
rested over the covers and over my leg.
   "Who is Mr Dawkins and what young girls?" I asked.
   "Well between you me and the gate post he has a bit of a thing for the
little girls and I think quite a few do too" and she said this almost as if
she approved and disapproved at the same time and then "I expect at your
age you might too - do you dear?"
   I didn't really know what to say and anyway my neck was aching and I
maybe pulled a face to indicate discomfort.
   "Bit of a stiffy then is it dear?" she said and I nodded and then.....
my god.......her hand went straight under the covers and I felt her old
hand on my flaccid cock and at the same time heard "a bit of massage might
do the trick eh dear."
   I got hard immediately.
   "Ooooh that's nice isn't dear, nice for you that aren't it, ooo it's
nice an' hard, firm young cock you have here dear" she said now standing up
and leaning over me a little - they were big fucking tits.
   "Like it do you dear, like your big cock being wanked off eh, oh what a
naughty boy you are for aunty, naughty big boy, I suppose I'll let you
touch me if you really want to, what a naughty naughty boy you are being
and no knickers on either, ooooo you naughty boy, I supposed you'd prefer
one of those nice little girls doing this wouldn't you dear eh, mmmmm, what
a naughty boy, sticky little cocky boy........"
   I lay there both stunned and pleased but I was a little put off when she
went from 'big cock' to 'little cocky boy.'
   I also wondered how she could have known my own rather special tastes in
pedosex; I hadn't said anything last night had I?
   "Do you like it dear, you do don't you, you like aunty giving you her
special massage, here wait a minute" she said breaking off and looking
around.
   The next thing the bed clothes are being pulled back and she started
slipping those French Knickers over me feet and then pulling them up my
legs until she had me pantied.  Then she started to simply rub the flat of
her hand over my pantied erection - back and forth, back and forth.
   "Mmmmm" I responded.
   "There's a good boy, now you tell aunty the truth now, is it little
girls for you?  Aunty can tell you know, I know boys, I know how dirty they
can be and look at the naughty state you're in, aunty knows you know."
   "Yes ok I do then" I said.
   "And you like wearing these naughty girl knickers too don't you, naughty
sissy boy knickers and they're mine, I bet you came and stole them right
off me in the night didn't you" she said grinning and as if to prove her
point she let go of me and stood back pulling her nightie up.
   No knickers but I certainly got a full view over an over 70's cunt and I
tell you, it was very nice.
   Big long looking slit or at least it was once she raised the roll of fat
she had above it and it was hairless.
   "There dear, you like that don't you, no hair like those little girls
you like, and do you like it then dear?"
   I nodded and then she smiled at me as she started to clamber onto the
bed, very slowly too I might add.  She straddled me.
   She reached down and pulled my cock out from the side of the knickers
and she made a few lewd expressions "I haven't had any young cock for ages
love" she said and lifting her nightie again she put me inside her cunt.
   I'm not small but I'm not big, above average I think but I slipped in
her greasy cave without too much problem.
   "I opened her up before I came in earlier this morning dear" she said
grinning at me and then "oooh it's good, I like cock, I love cock, love it,
oh that's it dear........." she was having a fine time gently rising up and
down and then I felt the old hole start to grip, and grip hard too.
   "Oooh you naughty boy, naughty dirty boy, dirty dirty little boy,
thinking about those little girls in those dirty magazines, fucking those
naughty little underage whores, ooooh you are a bad boy but a nice hard
cock for aunty and she'll forgive you, come on now boy, you give aunty a
nice poking and aunty will nice to you dear - come on dear hold me bosoms,
that's it, nice big bosoms to hold, ooooh that's it dear, go on give them a
good squeezing, go on me dear, give me a good milking.  Oooh you do have a
nice lovely hard cock, oooh I cant remember the last time I had a nice
young prick up me cunt, go on, go on, that's it love................." she
went on and on.
   'Dirty Magazines' she had said - I suddenly remembered.  I did have a
magazine, a PT fuck mag someone had sent me, real hard core full on job and
it was in my case.  The nosey old bag must have had a root around - what
the fuck did I care; it was reaping rewards, not the kind I might have
expected though.
   "You nosey old cow" I said, my turn "you had a look in my case didn't
you?"
   "Yes dear I did" she said as she stopped her fucking and she leaned in
over me "illegal is that dirty stuff isn't it, not allowed but you're
alright with me dear, alright as long as I get mine for a little while, do
we understand each other love, my dear little cocky boy in girls panty
knickers, hummm?"
   Oh I fucking understood alright and meekly nodded as she smiled down at
me.
   "Now then" she said lifting herself off me "why don't we try a little
something to eat" and at that I was offered some large cunt pie to try and
I did - she had quite a juicy clit too.
   "That's it boy" she said "that's it, oh yesss that's hitting the spot,
go on boy get it gnawed, go on, oh yessss, ooooh yesssss, oooooooooooohhhh
mmmmmmmmm yeeeeeesssshhhhhh........"
   She slumped and started heaving above me; those tits were swinging all
over the place.  Then she smiled and said "I daresay you like a bit of
botty don't you, I know it would be a bit tighter for your little prick -
you're probably used to squeezing it into a nice little tight one, well
dear" she said turning herself around and proffering her bum hole "why
don't you give it to me up the back hole, it'll feel more like one of them
dirty preteen whores you like, go on dear, give me a good buggering.  We
got all day and Mr Dawkins will be coming later, he likes to see a bit of
sex occasionally and you and him will have lots in common to chat about -he
cant get it up now, but he likes a bit of rubbing and sucking - go on boy
get this big arsehole of mine fucked and do it as hard as you want boy."
   end of part one
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