I trudged down the second floor hallway lugging my reusable grocery bags, two in each hand. One bag in my right hand had been overstuffed by the bagger so it contributed to my unbalanced walk beyond what my 72 year old body experienced. I was happy to set all the bags down in front of door 206. My place. My apartment.

I fished my keys out of the front pocket of my trousers. Despite only having the two keys, my car key and my apartment key, I still fumbled with them until I had my front door key in my hand. As I moved my key toward the doorknob, something wasn’t right. My door wasn’t fully closed. It was mostly closed but it wasn’t latched so the lock wasn’t engaged. I could have sworn I had closed the door before I left for the grocery store but maybe I didn’t. I pushed on the door and it opened. With my keys still in my right hand, I picked up my bags and entered my apartment. With my foot I closed the front door behind me.

I lived in a one bedroom apartment. Upon entry was my living area that included my dinette table located behind my couch. My couch faced toward the hallway since my TV hung on that wall. All the way back was my kitchen. To the left upon entering my place was the door to my bedroom.

I placed the bags on the kitchen table and stared at my kitchen in dismay. Drawers were open. I knew I didn’t leave my kitchen in disarray. I always put things away. I had a burglar visit my place. I took a quick glance through my kitchen but didn’t see anything missing. I didn’t keep anything of value here and it looked like the thief agreed.

I headed into my bedroom and came to an abrupt stop. In front of me was a girl with her back to me rummaging through the nightstand on the right side my bed. She wore jeans containing a shapely ass and her phone in the back right pocket. The back of her shirt had dates and cities listed, like a concert shirt. She had straight brown hair about a quarter of the way down her back obscuring some of the dates and cities on her shirt.

I was already feeling pissed that someone had broken into my apartment. Now finding that the person was still in my apartment and it was a girl scrounging around to take my stuff, my mood became anger.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I bellowed.

She jumped and banged her hand loudly inside the drawer. She slowly turned around. She trembled as she looked at me. The front of her shirt had a picture of the popular female singer Sailor Adrift. I loved my Stones and Eagles and Floyd but I could admit that singer had some catchy songs.

“What are you doing?” I barked.

“I-I-I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, my ass!” I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. “You’re going to jail!”

“Noooo! Please don’t!” she responded immediately.

I unlocked my phone.

“I haven’t stolen anything!” she cried. She grabbed the duffel bag that I hadn’t noticed sitting on my bed. She turned it upside down and shook it. “See? Nothing! You didn’t have anything worth taking!”

“You still broke into my home. I’m calling the police.”

I brought up the phone app and pressed the “9”

“You can’t! I can’t go to jail! My mom will kill me!”

I pressed the “1”. You should have thought of –”

“I’ll let you fuck me.”

“What?” I said pausing. What did she say?

“You can fuck me,” she said.

She pulled her shirt up and off dropping it to the floor. She reached behind her back, loosening her white bra. She let it slide down her arms and fall to her feet. Two pale perky tits stood out from her body. She presented her beautiful B-cup breasts to my enthralled eyes. There was no sag. They were two lovely mounds sticking out and each with a perfect nipple.

I felt my cock get hard and press against my underwear and push out my trousers. It was rare for me to get an erection since my wife Laura died seven years ago when I was 65 and Laura was only 60 and that last year when my wife was so sick we never had sex. My hands dropped down, not pressing the last digit in “911”. I was transfixed by the beauty that was before my eyes.

I hadn’t replied to her yet. I couldn’t. I was speechless. She bent over to untie her sneakers. I watched her tits hang down. They were filled with youthful firmness. She stepped out of her shoes and stood back up. I continued to watch the show that was happening in my bedroom.

She opened up the front of her jeans then pushed them down past her hips all the way to her ankles. She stepped out of them. Now this girl stood before me only in her panties but that was only momentary as she immediately put her fingers into the elastic on both sides and pulled them down until she could step out of them. She was naked. There was no public hair around her pussy. She climbed onto my bed, and lay in the middle on top of the comforter. She opened her legs.

I gazed at her exposed pussy. There was a naked girl on my bed. My cock throbbed and I could feel it getting drippy. I hadn’t felt my cock so hard and eager in longer than I could remember.

I walked over to the bed and placed my phone on the nightstand. I started to unbutton my shirt. She watched my every move.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Emma.”

“Emma?”

“Emma Lauren Watkins.”

Lauren? That was awfully closed to my wife’s name, Laura.

“I’m George.”

“Hi George,” Emma greeted.

“Good news. You’re not going to jail today.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She was definitely offering me something of greater value. I would get little benefit from sending her to jail.

I dropped my shirt to the floor. I wouldn’t normally do that but I didn’t care and didn’t want to take the time to put it away. I pulled off my undershirt. My chest was mostly gray hair and I had a little extra tummy. Not bad but it was definitely firmer when I was younger but age had a way of changing your body.

I sat on the edge of the bed and removed my shoes and socks. As I took off my trousers, I kept turning to look at her just to confirm she was actually there. The front of my white briefs had a prominent wet spot. I slid my underwear down and off. The head of my cock was coated with excitement juices. It was well-lubricated and ready to enter a pussy.

Now that I was naked, I climbed onto the firm mattress. At my age I needed a firm mattress or my back would be killing me. I half-crawled, half-slid so I was between her open legs and directly in front of her pussy. I sat back on my legs and gazed admirably at this sweet pussy.

I reached out to...

Ow! I couldn’t sit like this! My legs didn’t like it. I rose up but now I didn’t have the good close view of Emma’s pussy. I slowly sat back down while moving my left leg bent behind me and my right leg bent in front of me and my bare butt on the comforter. Not a great position but not painful.

I reached out and touched that cute little button, her clit. She hissed. I slowly rubbed it. It became firm and her breathing became hard. It was so long since I enjoyed touching a pussy. I ran my finger up and down the outside of her labia several times and repeated it on the other side. She hissed air out and thrust her hips forward. I ran my finger within her inner lips that guarded her opening. She let out a soft extended sigh. I carefully pushed my finger inside. Her pussy felt wonderfully warm. I wanted my cock to experience that and I was ready to do so.

My cock leaked a rivulet of lubricating pre-cum. I started to move and became panicked that I had gotten myself into a position I could get back out of. I managed to get my right leg bent at the knee in front of me but it felt like my other leg was stuck. I used my hands to try to pull it forward and end up falling backwards. Hey, at least it freed up my leg. I pushed up to my knees and turned around. I got smart. I crawled forward.

I moved over her and paused when I was over her tits. Enjoying tits were part of fucking so I felt completely justified when I brought my mouth down and sucked in her left nipple. It became a hard little cone in my mouth. I placed kisses all over her soft tit flesh. I repeated the exercise with her right tit. Such delicious breast meat!

I crawled further up her body and then looked down her body to see my penis hovering above her pussy. I had a sudden thought. A stray thought that came out of nowhere but such a very important thought that my mind completely overrode the single-minded thoughts my cock head told me.

How old was Emma? She could only be 16. She could be underage. I could be the one going to jail if it ever got out. There was only one way to find out.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Eighteen,” she answered.

“Eighteen?” I hoped I heard her correctly.

“I can prove it,” she said. “My driver’s license is in my jeans.”

“I believe you,” I replied. A mental sigh of relief. She was not jailbait. She was eighteen. “Eighteen!” I mumbled.

Emma heard me. She said, “Yes! I can show you.” She started to move.

“No, no,” I hastily said, not wanting her naked body to move out from underneath my naked body.

I had a sudden realization and that was the reason I spouted out her age again. She was eighteen years old. I was seventy-two I was four times older than Emma. FOUR TIMES!

I laid my six foot frame on top of her body that I estimated to be about five four. I once was six one but the years had compressed me. My head was next to hers. My chest was on top of her breasts causing them to spread apart. My legs were between her open legs. My cock head lay on top of her pussy. I adjusted my hips and my glans penis instinctively opened her inner labia finding warmth between those lips. At the instruction of my cock, I made one last adjustment.

I pushed my cock forward, feeling her pussy open up to me. It was much too long since I felt the extreme ecstasy of having my penis inside a vagina and even longer to be inside one as tight as this one. After Laura gave birth to our son Bill, her vagina never felt as tight around my cock not that I didn’t enjoy being inside her but I could tell the difference. Yet here I was pushing my cock deeper and deeper into an eighteen year old.

She had all of me. I remembered when I was younger measuring my erection like all teen guys do and it was a very disappointing five and a quarter inches but once I got into relationships I discovered that none of the women I slept with seemed to care about my size and so what I thought was small turned out to be extremely normal and I had no issues achieving satisfaction or giving satisfaction except for Brenda when I was in my early twenties but I don’t think any guy could ever give that girl satisfaction.

I wanted to be joined with Emma like this forever. I so missed this feeling of having a pussy wrapped around my cock. I so missed the steamy warmth of being inside a pussy. I so missed fucking a pussy! My hips moved pulling my cock back and sliding it all the way back into her. A steady rhythm of my cock retreating and thrusting forward. The rubbing of her vaginal walls around my penis felt tremendous. Today I had rediscovered a long lost friend and that friend’s name was” sexual pleasure with a woman’s pussy.” Okay, kind of a long name. Let’s just call my friend “Fucking.” I had become reacquainted with my friend “Fucking.”

Words could not describe how good I felt right now. Fucking Emma felt fucking fabulous. My constant motion inside her. She released moans in the higher auditory range. I could be mistaken but I kind of interpreted that she was enjoying my cock moving inside her. I didn’t really expect her to respond sexually and to simply let me use her body but to me it really sounded like I was giving her pleasure.

I didn’t know how long I was fucking her and I didn’t care. I could do this forever but I could start to feel the beginning of a buildup at the base of my cock ready to push its way up my shaft. Emma hadn’t moved her body but as I drove into her pussy, I was vaguely aware that she wrapped her arms around my back and that she brought her legs up to rest on my butt. She held my body on top of her. The shift in position of her legs changed the position of her hips slightly but significantly. It felt like I was driving even deeper into her pussy with every thrust.

It was time. My build up needed release. My motion increased as my necessity to empty my testicles became more urgent. She constantly let out a whiny moan with my every inward power thrust and held me as tight as she could so that I couldn’t just stop by rising up off of her. It was happening! Here it comes. Just one more thrust, now two, then three. I held my penis deep inside her vagina and I came. I felt immense satisfaction spurting my cum into her pussy. So much build up and now finally a release. I breathed heavily. Her arms and legs collapsed out. My happy cock slipped out of her pussy.

I stayed on top of her for maybe a minute then rolled to her side onto my back. I just fucked her. I never expected to ever have sex again and yet at age seventy-two, I just fucked an eighteen year old girl.

She sat up and got off the bed. When she bent over to put on her panties, I could see cum that had dripped out of her pussy. That made me happy because I did that.

After she dressed and left, I just lay there reflecting on the experience. I touched her taut squeezable kissable boobs with perfect little nipples. I rubbed her beautiful clit and delectable labia. I fucked her warm, wonderful pussy. This was a memory I would never forget.

After getting dressed and coming back out into the main room, it was disappointing to discover the ice cream in my grocery bag had started to melt but it was worth it. Pussy was more important than ice cream. I put the ice cream in the freezer and washed out the reusable bag. There was a good chance I would have pussy and ice cream on the same day!

I came home from my morning doctor’s appointment. I went through the front door and turned on the TV to keep me company as normal. I went to the bedroom to put my keys and wallet on my nightstand.

There was a naked girl sleeping on her side on my bed. It was Emma.

I admired her naked body for several long moments and then I touched her hip and gently rocked her. She woke up with a start.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I certainly didn’t mind seeing her naked body again but I didn’t expect to see her again.

She smiled broadly and gave a cheerful “Hi.”

“Were you stealing from me again?”

“I didn’t steal from you yesterday. You have nothing to steal. I just broke into your place.”

“So what are you doing here?” I didn’t even consider threatening her with the police this time.

“Well – um – yesterday when – you know – when you fucked me? I came. I’ve never cum during sex before. The guys I’ve been with only last two or three minutes but you took like more than ten minutes. It felt so good. So would you like to fuck me again?”

My face became a giant smile and my thoughts were flooded with having my penis in her pussy again I managed to say, “I’d love to.”

“Cool.”

She moved onto her back and opened her legs.

I began to undress but she decided to move to sitting on the edge of the bed and help me. She worked at undoing my belt. I ended up undressing myself above the waist and she did everything below. She took down my trousers and removed my shoes so she could get my pants off my legs. She pulled my briefs off and then wrapped my erection in her right hand. Damn, Emma stroking my cock felt good.

Emma’s handjob only lasted a few seconds. She dropped to the floor on her knees and took my cock into her mouth. She moved back and forth on it. I groaned. Her wet warm mouth felt amazing. I missed receiving oral pleasure. Laura often gave me blowjobs before we married but after we wed, it became rare for whatever reason. When she was pregnant, she’d give me oral but finished me off with a handjob.

Speaking of finishing off, I wanted to be inside Emma’s pussy again. I guided Emma away.

“I want to fuck you now.”

She said smiling, “I was really enjoying sucking your dick but I want you inside me.”

It was definitely best to be agreement before sexual intercourse. I wanted my cock inside her pussy. She wanted her pussy to be filled by my cock.

She got on the bed.

“Let me pull the covers back,” I said. I noticed later that yesterday’s union had created a stain on the comforter.

Emma immediately went to the task of pushing the comforter, blanket, and top sheet down to the footboard. Her youthful energy balanced out my elderly deficiency.

She lay in the middle and opened her legs. I got on the bed.

“I should have told you yesterday,” she said. “But I’ve been on the pill since I was fifteen so there’s no worries about me getting pregnant.”

“Oh, uh, good,” I said, suddenly realizing that was something I should have thought about but I was too focused on finally having sex again.

“Yea, my first time was on my birthday and the guy told me you can’t get pregnant the first time and Farah told me I was stupid and lucky and how to get on the pill and so no worries.”

“No worries,” I repeated. I hadn’t thought about it before but now I could forget about it now.

I crawled over her. I placed my body on top of hers. With a few adjustments, my cock head found her opening and I slid into her pussy. I pushed all the way into her delightful warmth and rested with her pulsing walls gripping me.

As I fucked Emma, it felt completely as good as it did yesterday. I was having sex two days in a row! I was so happy my cock was again willing because I definitely was mentally ready and I would always be mentally ready to fuck. It certainly helped that Emma was a hot eighteen year old girl to encourage my cock to achieve an erection. At my age, I was definitely happy to have an erection yesterday and extra happy to have one the next day. It was less than twenty-four hours since I fucked her.

She moaned even earlier than she did yesterday. She wanted me thrusting inside her. She again wrapped her limbs around me, holding me to her. Eventually she adjusted her hips allowing me to go a little deeper and thrust with more power. Her hands slid down to my butt cheeks like an unconscious response for her desire to keep my cock inside her.

Our bodies were beaded up with sexual sweat and they slid against each other with little friction as my thrusts became imperative. My motion became hard and fast as it was getting close to my release. Emma let out continual uninhibited moans and they became extended as my fucking became more desperate. I gasped as my shaft suddenly became filled with cum. My cock retreated one more time and then I jammed it deep into her. I kept pressing as if it might be possible to go deeper. I groaned deeply and released my load into her pussy. Emma moaned loudly and her body trembled beneath mine. I was certain she was cumming too. Her body was so in tune that she came simultaneously with me. I emptied my nut into her pussy.

My head was next to hers. I breathed hard and I could hear her hard breathing. Damn, that felt so good! My cock slipped out of her now that it enjoyed its reward. After maybe a minute of basking in the afterglow, she pushed at my shoulders.

“I need you to get up. You’re too heavy,” she said.

I slowly pushed up and rolled to my back. It was a common thing for a woman to not mind having a guy on top of her during sex but right after he became too heavy.

Neither of us spoke for several minutes but then I decided to try to get to know Emma a little better.

“So what do you do?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“During the day. What do you do?”

“I go to school.”

“Where?”

“Wermer High.”

“You’re in high school?” I said surprised.

“Yea, is that a problem?”

“Uh, no, no. It’s fine.” She was eighteen. She was legal. I just hadn’t considered she still might be a high school student. “So you’re a senior?”

“Yep,” she said sounding happy. “I graduate in two weeks.”

“Are you going to go to college?”

“Fuck no!”

“No?”

“No way! I hate school. I’m just getting Cs and Ds. I’m not that smart.”

“I’m sure you’re smart.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I’m sure you are in your own way. Maybe not in school subjects.”

“Look I’m okay with it. I know I’m kind of dumb.”

I didn’t say anything else for a minute until something occurred to me.

“Today’s Friday. Shouldn’t you be at school?”

“I wanted to fuck you instead.”

“Oh, okay.” I liked that she wanted to have sex with me again but I didn’t like that she skipped school for it. Of course the choice was already made today so no reason to say anything more about the topic.

In a few minutes I decided to get up. I dressed and headed back out to the main room. Emma looked like she was going to fall asleep.

I’m retired so I don’t have a lot to do. Most of my days are spent watching TV, playing games on my tablet, or checking stuff on the internet. The day was broken up by meal times.

When Emma appeared about a half hour later, I was on the couch watching TV.

“Hungry? Do you want some salad?” I showed her what I had in my bowl.

She shook her head. “Do you have pizza?”

“No.”

“Tacos?”

“I don’t have tortillas right now.”

“I’m going to go.”

“Okay, Emma. I enjoyed our time together.”

“Me too,” she said with a big smile.

I wanted to ask if she thought she’d want to do it again sometime but it felt weird to ask.

The rest of my day was normal. Reruns of shows when I was younger. I don’t know why but I always fell asleep half way through The Waltons and woke up a quarter of the way into Little House on the Prairie. I had chicken and broccoli for dinner. I watched the new cop shows during primetime but by nine I was tired as usual. I stripped down to just my briefs and went to sleep.

I was half-aware that I felt cold and in my semi-slumber I was having a sexual dream but I couldn’t identify who the woman was. I felt weight put on me. I awoke.

“What-?”

“It’s me.”

It was Emma’s voice so I made the assumption that it was Emma on top of me in the dark.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I wanted to fuck again,” she replied.

“Oh.”

“I didn’t think you’d mind.”

I was sleepy but I was waking up quickly.

She had a hand wrapped around my cock and she adjusted it forward. I groaned as she slid her pussy down onto my cock. I was once more inside Emma’s vivacious vagina. Emma did the motion. I laid there and enjoyed it. My eyes adjusted to the light provided by my nightlight. I always had to get up at least once during the night to go to the bathroom and the nightlight provided just enough illumination so I could see where I was going and not kill myself.

She held herself up by her arms as she thrust back and forth on my cock. Her boobs were bathed in shadows. I grabbed each perfect mound in my hands and squeezed them while she fucked me. As we continued, my arms got tired so I dropped them to my sides. Emma did all the effort. She rode my cock like an expert. Once more it felt excellent to have my penis rubbing inside her pussy. She moaned more and more often and her volume increased.

After however long just enjoying her movement on my cock, I found myself thrusting up to meet her downward motion when I felt my balls begin to churn up cum. My role in our union grew and I became the primary person driving our fucking. Emma moaned louder and she became unsteady on her arms collapsing down on my chest. I wrapped her in my arms holding her in position and drove my cock up into her. She trembled and moaned as I became a hard ramming motion. My cock needed release. I fucked her and fucked her until I groaned and pushed my cock all the way deep into her. I shot my cum into her. It didn’t feel like a lot but it was the release that felt so good. I emptied into Emma what I had to give then my cock softened and retreated. In a few seconds, I felt warm liquid on my cock head as her pussy dripped. I rubbed the soft skin of her back. She eventually moved and slid off me.

I pushed the covers back and pulled up my underwear. I don’t know how she managed to pull it down out from under my butt without waking me. I sat up and put my legs on the floor.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Gotta pee.”

When I returned, I said, “Emma.” No response. “Emma?” Nothing.

She must be asleep. I got back into bed and soon joined her in slumber.

I woke up in the morning. It was nearly seven which was an hour later than I usually woke up. Emma was still in my bed. She was asleep on her side with her back to me. After using the bathroom, I returned to bed instead of my usual showering followed by breakfast. I slipped off my underwear and slid over to her. I spooned up against her, my left arm over her and grabbed her right tit which was closest to the mattress. I wanted to softly kiss her neck but her hair was in the way. So I played with her tit. Not a bad second option.

Emma didn’t wake up and I wasn’t trying to wake her. I wanted to enjoy her young, firm body. I rubbed her leg but then decided to go between her legs. I rubbed her pussy and worked my middle finger inside her warm walls. I slowly finger fucked her. Emma’s breathing became audible and in a few seconds she woke.

“That feels nice,” she said.

“Good morning,” I said happily.

She lifted her leg into the air. “Why don’t you put something bigger in there?”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m older.” I purposely didn’t say “I’m old.” “It takes me longer to get hard again. I can’t fuck constantly day and night.”

“I bet I can make you hard,” she said cheerfully.

Emma reached down and found my cock. She gently pulled on it. I remained soft. She squeezed the shaft and tried to pump it. My cock continued to be limp. She rubbed my cock head between her pussy lips. That felt nice and the characteristics of my penis began to change. It was very pleasurable rubbing between her inner labia and I now had a strong desire to be back inside her. My cock had reestablished reasonable firmness. Emma put the top of the head inside her. I automatically pushed and I became enveloped by her pussy walls.

I slowly fucked her. I extracted my right arm and put it above like I was flying. With my other arm, I grabbed her raised leg to help her keep it up and to use it as leverage to keep me close to her. I loved being inside her again. Emma breaking into my place turned out to be the best thing to happen to me in a long, long, long time.

Emma softly moaned. I kept a steady, easy rhythm motion in her pussy and it stayed that way for a while. I felt very content just moving in her and while Emma wonderfully managed to restore my erection, my testicles remained currently dormant. I had no sensations of building cum. The sounds Emma made showed that she was enjoying our latest fuck.

She moaned louder. I felt her body tense, her pussy squeeze around my cock, and then her body relax. I was almost certain she came. I continued on. I didn’t feel even close to cumming yet. Emma resumed moaning.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed and her body started to tense again.

Elapsed time was hard to judge while fucking but it only felt like a minute or maybe two before she was cumming again.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she shouted. She kept trembling.

I paused but with my cock fully in her of course.

“Is it too much?” I asked. “Do you want to stop?”

“Noooooo!” she moaned out. “Keep going! I love it!”

“You sure?”

“Yessssssss,” she hissed.

I resumed. The pause allowed her sensations to calm so it took a little time for my fucking her to bring her back up into ecstatic moaning and to reach another orgasm. Again I had no idea how long my cock had been inside her pussy but I was beginning to feel a buildup finally. My thrusts became harder. My tempo increased.

“Fu-fuck!” Emma gasped.

My balls went from a calm nothing to a sudden sense of urgency. I plowed her pussy fervently.

“Oh-oh-oh!” Emma moaned. I thought she sounded almost surprised like something was new to her and she was trying to figure it out.

I rammed deep into her and with a guttural grunt, I released such that it was. My cock spasmed like normal but it didn’t feel like I actually shot much cum into Emma.

“Yes!” Emma released. The way her body responded, it was her biggest orgasm since we started fucking each other just under two days ago.

My cock slipped out and I fell away from her on my back. She turned to lie on her other side to face me.

“That felt... “. She paused. “ ... incredible.”

“I could tell that you were enjoying it.”

“I came four times and the last one was my best ever!”

“I’m glad I could help.”

“You’re the best boyfriend ever!” She leaned over and gave me a brief soft kiss on the lips.

Boyfriend? That was a word I didn’t consider for our “relationship.” I just thought we were, I don’t know, “fuck buddies?” If she wanted to think of me as her boyfriend, I had no problem with that.