Sarah and the Elderly Peeping Tom

Sarah stood in her underwear looking out at her garden. She loved this house and she loved the life she had built for herself.

At 24 years old she never expected to own her own house, or have the photography studio that she had always dreamt about, but her grandmothers decision to give her a lump sum inheritance whilst granny was still alive and could watch her enjoy the money had totally changed her life. It was her grans gift of her first camera when she was only nine years old that had started her down the photography path.

Sarah's house was a 1950's semi-detached and part of the reason she loved it was the Juliet balcony and the enclosed back garden.

She would come home from the studio, drop her top layer of clothing off and just stand there with the Juliet window wide open, listening to the birds and watching them as they hopped from the bird table then back into the hedge again.

The road she lived on curved back on itself into a cul de sac meaning that her bedroom was only over looked by one other house and that was the Crowthers and even they could only see into her house from their spare bedroom, not that Sarah had ever seen either Mr or Mrs Crowther in that room.

Even if they did look out of the window and spot her, they were the type of people to shut the curtains in disgust at the young woman displaying herself in her underwear like some common tart.

Don't get me wrong, Sarah loved the neighbours, they were just the right side of friendly. The sort of neighbours that would say hello, how are you, or be willing to help when needed, but not interfere in your life unless you needed their help.

Sarah actually didn't even mind the Crowthers. They always told all newcomers they had lived there since the houses were first built and liked everything just right.

The couple must have been in their early seventies and were creatures of habit walking their little dog at exactly the same times every day. During the walk Sarah would often listen to Mrs Crowther commenting at a blade of grass too high or something out of place in peoples gardens. Mr Crowther walking several paces behind answering, "Yes my dear," or "Off course, you are right my dear."

Mrs Crowther even walked the dog dressed like she was going to a garden party making sure Mr Crowther always wore a shirt and tie. In the recent heatwave Sarah had heard Mr Crowther grumbling about the tie to be told in no uncertain terms by Mrs Crowther, "You don't want to look like some kind of slob. Remember standards are everything."

Sarah had even came under their scrutiny when she had half of the front garden changed to a driveway. She had heard Mrs Crowther complain how it ruined the lines of the properties and off course Mr Crowther totally agreed. It was obvious to Sarah that Mrs Crowther was totally in charge in that household.

This was why Sarah had nicknamed them Mr Prim and Proper, everything had to stay the same and everything had to be how they expected it to be.

Other neighbours had names for them, often cruel unkind names, but Sarah wasn't that type of person. She had been shown by her gran that people are different and although the Crowthers might be nosy and stuck in their ways or even appear to feel above others living on the road she must accept them for who they were, however frustrating it may be to Sarah at times.

Sarah shook her head, shaking the thoughts of the Crowthers out of her mind, instead concentrating once more on the bird song and the sensation of the breeze on her skin.

Suddenly she saw it again, a flash of light from the sun bouncing off something in the Crowther's spare room. Sarah had seen it a few times before and her curiosity was now getting the better of her.

Remembering back to her days as a newspaper photographer, how she was told to always make sure that the sunlight didn't bounce off her lens and give her position away when she was trying to catch a candid photo of a celebrity and what she kept spotting in the Crowther's window looked exactly like the sunlight hitting the curve of some type of lens. The thing that was making Sarah even more curious was that the flash of light would only happen when the Crowther's were at home.

On the odd occasion, Sarah would pop home for something just as the couple were out walking the dog and it would be her bad luck to get out of the car just as they walked past her house, the dog yapping its disapproval like a miniature version of it's owner.

Mrs Crowther always said the same thing when she saw Sarah, "Hello Miss Morris," walking away quickly to avoid the chance of conversation, dragging Mr Crowther along behind her. Sarah often thought he must have had an invisible lead attached to him and Mrs Crowther was walking him the same way he walked their dog.

Those times when Sarah looked out of the window there was nothing, no light bouncing off whatever it was in that room.

It would have been easy for her to grab a camera out with its zoom lens and solve the mystery but Sarah thought better of it, she could imagine looking down the lens to see Mrs Crowther staring back at her, having somehow entered the room without Sarah noticing her.

Instead she came up with a plan to see once and for all what was causing the light flash and without the chance of Crowthers catching her spying on them.

It was very easy to put her plan into action. She had finished her morning glamour shoot, a buxom girl with massive breasts that filled her viewfinder and the ability to bend into positions that Sarah would have struggled with.

She drove back to home in a break between shoots and pulled up just in time to see Mr and Mrs Crowther heading down the road with the dog. Grabbing her kit from the car she just managed to get her front door closed before they came round the corner.

Sarah fitted the camera onto the tripod, hiding it behind the edge of the curtain. Luckily she had just upgraded the studio's monitor system so she put the old monitor up to the right of the window where she could see it without it being visible from the window.

All she then had to do when she got home later was to hit the record on the remote control and she would finally know what was causing the flash without Mr and Mrs Prim and Proper knowing.

Sarah finished locking the studio and headed home, usually she would make a coffee before heading upstairs to change and spend time looking out of the window.

This time however she was eager to finally solve the mystery. She rushed upstairs dropping her dress onto the floor and hit the remote control. The screen lit up and she had a perfect view into the Crowther's window, the view couldn't have been better if she had climbed up a ladder and stared in herself. She was disappointed not to see anything that would cause the flash. It looked like the room was used for storage with boxes and things under dust sheets.

She stood there, lost in the moment as the breeze caressed her naked thighs and belly. The cooling breeze was actually starting to arouse Sarah and she opened her legs wide enough to feel it blow against the soft material of her matching bra and panties.

The feeling of the cooling breeze filtering through the fabric onto her shaved pussy was making her damp, making her want to stand there naked, convinced that the breeze alone could bring her to orgasm, so strong was the feeling in her body.

She had often thought of standing naked at that window but thought better of it as the Crowthers could have seen her.

Sarah was lost in her feelings, she had almost forgotten to watch the monitor until she was bought back to earth when the sun once more bounced off something in that spare room.

Looking towards the monitor she could finally see what was causing the flash. Sitting there in the spare room was a pair of binoculars mounted on a tripod and pointing straight towards her bedroom.

Sarah knew Mrs Crowther was nosey but this was to much. It was when she looked again that she got the shock of her life. It wasn't Mrs Crowther, Mr Crowther was looking through the binoculars, not just looking he had his trousers undone and his hard cock sticking through his old fashioned pants and he was jerking away at it with a tissue in the other hand.

Sarah just couldn't believe what she was seeing. Mr Prim and Proper was nothing more than a Peeping Tom, a dirty old man.

Should she phone the police and report him or storm round to Mrs Crowther and blow there world apart, after all everyone thought of them as pillars of the community, but there he was fondling his cock watching her body and Sarah had to admit she was surprised that at his age he even got that hard, it was a pretty impressive hard on, curved and larger than most of the men she had been with or photographed.

Mr Crowther's hand shot forward pushing the tissue hard onto his exploding cock as he orgasmed. Sarah suddenly realised she was still there stood legs apart in the window giving him the perfect view of her semi naked body and stepped out of sight quickly with the thoughts of what she should do about Mr Crowther filling her head.

It would be so easy to rush round there, either by herself or with the police and show the evidence to Mrs Crowther.

Sarah had doubts though. Could the police or even Mrs Crowther accuse her of spying on them? Mr Crowther explaining it away as a one off moment of madness. Something he had never done before or would do again, even though Sarah knew from the light flashes that this was far from the first time.

Then there was his cock, his rigid curved massive cock that shouldn't be on a man of his age.

Sarah had to do something about her Peeping Tom, she couldn't just let him spy on her and not say anything, but she also had to do something about the fact that she was still so horny. She convinced herself it was the effect of the breeze on her body but why oh why did she keep seeing Mr Crowther's cock in her head.

She stepped away from the window, lying herself down on the bed, her bra and panties feeling like a straitjacket locking her body in. She tore at them throwing them onto the floor, finally free of the restrictions, but still with that need inside her she lay there for a few seconds.

The nipples on her small firm breasts stood hard and pointed, her shaven pussy swollen, the lips already glistening with her juices.

Damn it, his cock was still in her head, she was broad minded but those thoughts shouldn't be there. He shouldn't have been watching her, She shouldn't be getting feelings like this from a seventy years plus old man.

She reached into the bedside cabinet and grabbed for one of her toys. Normally she would have carefully lubricated the tip of the vibrator, gently running it on her clitoris building to an orgasm before inserting it.

Not this time, Sarah wanted to satisfy her need, but more than that she wanted to punish her body and her mind.

She rammed the toy hard and fast into her, filling her pussy. She couldn't stop, her hand worked hard and fast ramming the toy into her. Her juices flooded out of her as her body quivered, her back arched to drive it deeper and harder inside.

The harder she punished herself the more his cock appeared in her mind, pushing her hands faster as her body exploded, her juices squirting from her soaking the sheets. Screams coming from her in a way they never had before, animalistic cries echoing through the room and out through the still open windows.

It wasn't enough, the image was still there. Sarah had to continue, gripping the toy with both hands. The plastic body of the vibrator slippery with her fluids rode in and out, orgasm after orgasm exploding from her body, the sweat running down from her head onto her breasts, until her hands and body could take no more and she collapsed down in a heap onto the soaked bed.

It was almost half an hour before she recovered enough to have a shower and change the bedding. As the warm water poured over her naked body she came up with a plan.

She was going to tease Mr Crowther, to drive him crazy with lust, before she finally revealed that she knew he had been watching her and dragging the old man straight round to his wife and showing her everything her dirty pervert of a husband had been up to.

It wasn't just the watching, it was the way they paraded round like Mr and Mrs Perfect, like they were above everyone else and more than that it was because Sarah shouldn't be seeing a seventy something year old man's hard cock in her head. He was the same age as her gran and she shouldn't be having these visions, these thoughts.

Sarah couldn't figure why she couldn't send that image away, she had always been totally open minded. Her photography often included adult work, she had even had fun in the studio herself with both male and female clients and even a few times with couples but had never thought any more of it. Her gran had made no secret of her younger life and she had followed her advice, 'Have fun in everything you do.' she had said with a crafty wink and boy Sarah was having fun, but never with someone of Mr Crowthers age, no it was wrong for him to look at her like he had.

It had taken her a while to figure out how Mr Crowther knew what time to sneak into the spare room and it was on her way home one day that she finally worked it out. The Crowther's security camera always faced onto the front of the house, Sarah noticed that at the time she usually came home the camera would face the road instead and as she passed it would spin back to it's usual position.

Sarah didn't have a chance to start her plan for the next week. A series of night shoots meant that she didn't get home until late and each time she looked at the monitor Mr Crowther wasn't there.

Finally she reached home at her usual time, there was an excitement in her body as she ran upstairs into the bedroom almost forgetting to flick the monitor on.

Mr Crowther wasn't there, Sarah's mood sunk, maybe he had given up after not seeing her for a week. Suddenly she spotted the door of their spare room opening. Mr Crowther turned and slid the bolt across the door. Sarah realised he was taking no chances of Mrs Crowther walking in and catching him. He pulled away a couple of boxes and a sheet that had been covering the binoculars. Sarah now knew why she didn't see the flash of light when he wasn't in the room. His spying equipment was well hidden from Mrs Crowthers view.

Sarah opened the window as her peeping tom settled in to watch her. He must have been disappointed that she was standing there in her white summer dress, she thought to herself.

She watched him in the monitor, his trousers were still up and the zip on his fly still shut.

Slowly she unbuttoned the front of the dress, each button opened slowly pausing before her fingers headed to the next one. She could see through the monitor that Mr Crowther was starting to fidget as she teased him.

Finally the last button opened and she pulled the dress off her shoulders leaving her lacy white bra on view. Mr Crowther loosened the belt on his trousers and started to unzip them.

Sarah leaned forward and pushed the dress over her thighs, stepping out of them and kicking it behind her. She stood there, her panties were cut high on the thighs to just provide a patch of material over her pussy. She was sure Mr Crowther gulped when he saw them, she had never worn these before at the window. His hand reached down pushing his trouser down and tugging his cock free of his pants. It was hard and the end an angry shade of purple as he started to stroke it.

Oh Mr Crowther you haven't seen nothing yet, Sarah thought to herself, reaching behind her to unclip her bra and oh so slowly pulling it down, exposing her breasts.

Mr Crowther was sliding his hand up and down his cock, his eyes fixed to the binoculars as Sarah rolled her panties down her thighs. She quickly kicked them to one side, shutting her legs again, despite wanting to feel the breeze on her naked pussy she wasn't ready yet to let Mr Crowther see any more, she wanted to build up teasing him and had other things planned for today.

She stood there legs closed, totally naked for him to see, watching as he stroked himself faster and faster until his legs shook and he grabbed for the tissue as his cum shot out.

Sarah stood there for a few seconds before turning, giving him the sight of her curvy behind before heading to the bed to satisfy herself again.

The one thing about Mr and Mrs Prim and Proper was you could set your clock by them, everything regimented down to the last minute which made Sarah's next plan so much easier.

Sarah finished in the shower in plenty of time and started to get herself ready for Mr Crowthers next tease. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a slut looking back at her, which is exactly the look she was going for.

She was wearing the shortest of skirts, that if she bent down would expose the red thong underneath. Sarah had pulled the thong so tight that it would look like her backside was naked, the top she had chosen was low cut almost low enough to show her nipples.

Now she was ready to tease Mr Crowther twice in a day. She stood at the side of her car until she saw the Crowther's in the distance, then she crouched down over the open boot as if she was about to lift something out. Sarah knew that Mr Crowther always walked a little way behind his wife so she had to time it exactly right.

Sarah had already adjusted her car interior mirror so that she had a perfect view of them as they approached.

She turned slightly to greet Mrs Crowther as she reached the edge of the driveway and was met with the usual reply, "Hello Miss Morris."

Luck must have been on her side as the Crowther's dog had stopped to sniff a lamp post so Mr Crowther was quite a way back and Mrs Crowther had walked away rapidly to avoid having any sort of conversation with her.

As Mr Crowther approached Sarah changed position, bending direct into the back of the car, her skirt riding up so there was a perfect view of her almost naked rear.

She saw him stop and stare at her, she wiggled a little bit before turning and leaning forward giving Mr Crowther a view down her top. She was unaware until later when she looked in the mirror that her nipples had actually slipped out of her top.

Mr Crowther just stood staring as if unable to speak. It was working better than Sarah had hoped, she could see his cock bulging in his trousers.

The moment was bought to a rapid end when Mrs Crowther shouted. "Hurry up, you know how Tootsy has to be regular on his walks."

Mr Crowther never said a word to Sarah, he was to busy struggling to hide the bulge in his trousers with his jacket before he reached his wife.

Sarah laughed, imagining how he could explain the tent pole in his trousers to Mrs Crowther, but at the same time the picture of his hard cock burst into her head again and she could already feel her pussy crying out to be satisfied.

Sarah sat on the sofa, cursing an old man for doing this to her and wanting revenge more than ever as she spread her legs, tugging the thong to one side and ramming 3 fingers into her soaked pussy.

With every thrust of her fingers she cursed him, cursed him for the fact she was punishing her pussy with her sodden fingers, cursing him because she was having orgasms like she had never had before and cursing why this wrinkled old man had that cock. Why did the thoughts of his cock make her fuck herself like some animal in heat. She didn't want to slow down, she wanted to ram faster until she drove the vision of his cock back out of her head again

She watched the window and as the Crowthers passed her orgasm hit, she screamed out, cursing him out loud, making the Crowthers look to see where the noise was coming from. Sarah wanted them to come to her window, wanted them to see what Mrs Crowther's husband was making her do to herself.

Every curse and every thought of revenge just made Sarah's orgasms stronger as her body shook it's way through each one. Sarah's legs now sticky with her juices as they splashed out of her body, running down her fingers and onto her legs until she lay there exhausted on the sofa.

If Mr Crowther could see her now what would he think. She sat there, a sweaty mess on the sofa, her skirt still up around her waist, her small breasts had escaped from her top and sat there. Sarah couldn't close her legs if she wanted to, she had hammered her pussy so hard that there was no strength left in them and her clitoris and lips felt like they were on fire from her self inflicted onslaught.

Sarah knew revenge and revealing that he was watching her would have to be soon but she still had two more teases in store for Mr Crowther, one of which was planned for the day she finally showed him up as a dirty voyeur he was.

Sarah had seen from the last time that she stood at the window that Mr Crowther barely managed to grab a tissue. This time she didn't want him to have that time, she wanted to see him cum and see him clear the mess up.

Sarah took what she needed to the studio, she wouldn't have time to change when she got home, not that there would be a lot for her to change in to.

Sarah had trawled the internet, looking for the perfect outfit for the show she had planned in the window. It was a bright red dress, cut far to low at the front and split up the leg to the top of her thigh, the most important thing was with one pull the dress would come off revealing that underneath she was wearing absolutely nothing.

That feeling of being totally free of underwear had Sarah longing to get home and put the next stage of teasing into place.

Sarah drove home a lot faster than she should have done, checking the Crowther's security camera as she passed.

By the time she had switched the monitor on and set the camera to record Mr Crowther was already there uncovering his binoculars.

Sarah flung open the window and stood there until he was ready and watching. She had practiced her next move in the studio to perfection and with one tug she tore the dress open, it slipped off her shoulders and left her standing there totally naked.

Now Mr Crowther had seen her naked but he wasn't ready for what Sarah did next. She opened her legs wide allowing Mr Crowther to see her shaven pussy for the first time. He had his cock in his hand jerking it up and down, but the sight of Sarah's legs spread stopped him in his tracks before he started again this time harder and more urgent.

Sarah could feel the breeze picking up and blowing straight onto her naked body. The feel of the dress rubbing against her naked flesh had made her so horny all day and the breeze had already hardened her nipples and was blowing straight onto her sensitive clitoris. The mixture of that, the day of being naked and of course Mr Crowther's cock made her do it. She stood there legs apart, changing her angle to give Mr Crowther the best view and reached down with her hand opening her swollen pussy lips with her fingers allowing the wind blow to straight into her hole.

The wind was bringing her closer to orgasm and as she looked towards the monitor Sarah saw that Mr Crowther had formed a ring with his fingers around his engorged cock. His hand was still now, instead he was thrusting his hips back and forth as if he was pushing his cock in and out of Sarah's visible pussy.

Damn you Mr Crowther she thought, she couldn't stop herself she rode her hips backwards and forwards, matching Mr Crowther but for Sarah the breeze was his cock and it was blowing harder into her with every thrust, her free hand was on her breast, squeezing it hard. Damn you, Damn you she cried inside as the orgasm hit her hard. Her juices squirting out of the window and onto the garden. Sarah struggled to stay in position, her legs were trying to collapse under her as she shuddered under the sensations. She had struggled to keep her eyes on the monitor but as the orgasm eased she watched Mr Crowther, the head of his cock purple, thrusting fast into the make believe pussy that his fingers had formed.

Sarah could feel another orgasm building inside her as she watched Mr Crowther's thrusts getting faster, he reached to grab a tissue but it was to late. Sarah watched as spurt after spurt hit the window. Her second orgasm hit her hard and her legs buckled under the force driving her to her knees, she lurched forward grabbing the rail of the Juliet balcony, her pussy slammed against the railings as her juices squirted out of her and through the railings to the garden below.

One leg had tangled in the monitor wiring and bought it crashing down at the side of her, just before the screen died Sarah saw Mr Crowther on his hands and knees desperately trying to clean his sticky mess from the window glass.

Sarah lay there, her body was exhausted from the power of the orgasms. She would have to exact her revenge soon before her body was worn out by the visions of his cock.

She had tried to stop herself from going to the window, tried to just think of revenge or not think of it at all but her mind just wouldn't let it go. Her orgasms just got stronger the more she saw him watching, his cock was always on her mind. Sarah just couldn't understand why this was happening to her. Mr Crowther had passed her in the street many times and all she saw was an old man, she wasn't sure if it was the fact he watched her or his massive cock or a mix of both but whatever it was she needed to stop it, she was even starting to loose concentration at the studio.

It was time for revenge and Sarah knew the perfect day for it to happen. Every second Friday Mrs Crowther would have her upper class friends round for her Bridge evenings. Mr Crowther would be sent out to walk the dog and then walk to the local pub where he sat nursing his half pint of mild until it was time to head home again.

Sarah had seen him there, sat in a corner alone, never looking up and trying to make his one drink last until he was allowed home once more.

The next Bridge evening was tomorrow and Sarah had it all planned in her head. She was going to tease him one last time, before dragging him to his house and revealing him as a dirty old man in front of Mrs Crowther's equally obnoxious friends.

Sarah stood at the front gate ready for him to come into view, she had dressed especially for the occasion. Her top was see through and she wore her shortest skirt with no underwear, although when she finally revealed all to Mrs Crowther she had a jacket and trousers to slip on quickly.

Mr Crowther came towards her, there was no way he couldn't see her naked breasts and Sarah was hoping by the time he got to her house his cock would be hard and bulging against his trousers.

She wasn't to be disappointed, her outfit had done the trick and Sarah could see his hard on fighting against the trouser material. She was sure if Mr Crowther hadn't been wearing a belt his cock would have popped out of the top of his waistband to say hello.

"Hi Mr Crowther, enjoy your walk, but on your way back I need to have a word with you." Sarah smiled as the words left her lips.

She would finally tell him that his secret spying was out and then tell his wife as well in front of her friends.

"Oh, ok my dear," Mr Crowther replied looking puzzled at her, but rushing on his way to hide the tent pole in his trousers.

Sarah waited, she knew it only took exactly five minutes for him to finish his walk and then head back past hers to the pub, but it seemed like a lifetime and she began to wonder if he would ever return or had he figured out something was up?

Finally he returned, "How can I help you my dear?" he smiled. Sarah noticed he was looking more at her breasts than at her face and still had a hard cock.

Sarah opened the gate for him, "I think we better talk in here, not at the gate."

Mr Crowther was starting to look worried as she closed the gate behind her.

"So Mr Crowther, I know that you have been spying on me."

"Oh no my dear, you must be mistaken. I would never ever do that."

"Oh not only that but I know that your are a dirty old man who likes to take his cock out and play with it whilst watching someone young enough to be your grandaughter.

Before Mr Crowther could try to deny it again, Sarah took her phone out of her pocket and began playing the first video.

"You see Mr Crowther I could have taken this to the police couldn't I."

Mr Crowther nodded, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done it. I know I shouldn't but I couldn't help myself."

"Well Mr Crowther, I think it's time for me to tell Mrs Crowther that her husband is a peeping tom." Sarah watched the colour drain from his face, his hard on vanished and she could see him visibly shaking.

"Please, please I'm begging you, please don't tell her. I will do anything but please don't tell her."

In that moment she had watched him turn into a scared old man. He was obviously terrified of Mrs Crowther.

Sarah hadn't planned for that to happen, for him to turn into a quivering wreck.

"Tie your dog up and come here," Sarah hadn't got a clue why she said that. Mr Crowther followed her like a puppy, still shaking in fear.

Sarah stopped at the side of the house. In a quieter voice she looked straight at Mr Crowther, "So what do you like about me, is it these?" Sarah squeezed her breasts together under her top and was pleased to see Mr Crowther's cock twitching in his trousers.

Mr Crowther nodded and had stopped shaking.

"Or is it this?" Sarah lifted her skirt to reveal her bald pussy.

Mr Crowther gulped, "All of you, I like all of you my dear."

"Well Mr Crowther in that case you need to fuck me and I mean right now."

Mr Crowther went towards Sarah's door. "Oh no Mr Crowther, I mean right here and now. Or shall we go and see Mrs Crowther instead."

He tried to protest, "But we might get seen or your neighbour may come out."

"Fuck me now, do as I say or Mrs Crowther gets to know it all."

All thoughts of revenge had left Sarah, she just wanted this old man's cock deep inside her right now.

She hoisted her skirt round her waist again and pushed herself back against the side wall of the house. Sarah could feel the rough bricks grazing her butt but didn't care.

Mr Crowther was fumbling with his zip, "Just pull them down and get in me."

In that split second it all made sense to her, It wasn't revenge or hatred for Mr Crowther that made her orgasm and punish her body the way she did, it was pure lust, the need to have that cock, whatever age he was and the sheer anger that she could see it but not get to it.

All that was going to change now and she didn't care if every neighbour came out to watch whilst a brass band played she was going to have that cock inside her at last.

It would have been comedic to some people, Mr Crowther waddling towards Sarah, trousers round his ankles and an over size hard on waving side to side with every step he took.

Sarah watched as his curved cock came closer, it's long length standing proud over his shirt. It seemed even bigger to her than when she had watched it on the monitor and she was desperate to feel it inside of her.

She pushed herself onto her tiptoes so his purple bell end was pushing against her pussy lips, lowering her feet back down pushing the end inside her.

Mr Crowther grunted as he started pushing deeper into Sarah. Her pussy was getting tighter as more of his length found its way along her passage, filling her and stretching her until she felt it could split her open at any moment.

Mr Crowther slowly started rocking himself in and out of her, more of his hard cock entering her with each stroke.

Even when Sarah was full the old man rode her slowly and gently. It wasn't what she wanted she needed it hard and fast.

Leaning her head forward to his ear she said, "Don't be gentle with me, fuck me and fuck me hard. Fuck me like you did when you watched me open my hole."

Mr Crowther's wrinkly hands gripped her hips and started thrusting her harder and harder.

Sarah let out a cry into his ear as the length of his cock hit the end of her soaking wet tunnel, making him slow again.

"Don't please don't harder, fucking do me harder, now fuck me." She almost screamed into his ear.

The mix of pleasure and the pain of his cock almost trying to smash down the invisible door at the end of her tunnel was to much for her to bare and she let herself go. She grabbed Mr Crowther's backside ramming him in and out as her orgasm hit, her juices somehow found their way past his cock and squirted out shocking both her and Mr Crowther.

Somehow despite the strength of the orgasm they hung on to each other Mr Crowther ramming into her as hard as his elderly body would let him and in turn Sarah pulling him in and out of her.

Sarah wanted to orgasm again but knew that if she did she would be spent and she fought the feelings inside her.

She could feel his cock growing, pulsing inside her. Sarah swore she could feel each vein in his cock swelling as he got closer to giving her exactly what she wanted.

Mr Crowther couldn't hold back any more and started to pull out of her before he let himself go.

"Don't, don't, you shoot into me, fucking fill me up." Sarah must have deafened him as she shouted and begged.

With one last thrust Mr Crowther's cum shot out of him, burning into her hot and sticky, spurt after spurt filling her.

Sarah cried out letting her orgasm free, crying into Mr Crowther's ear, probably loud enough to travel out of the garden.

Her body shook as they orgasmed together, her legs giving way as she shook impaled onto his cock, no longer able to support herself.

Her backside red raw from being pounded against the house wall, she hung like a doll, only being kept up by Mr Crowther's still hard cock.

Despite the spurting having stopped his cock was still rock hard and it seemed like forever until it slowly started shrinking and making its way back down her pussy tunnel. Luckily by this time Sarah had regained the use of her legs.

As Mr Crowther's cock finally left her Sarah pulled the old man towards her and kissed his lips.

"Now Mr Crowther, about this watching me," Sarah started to whisper into his ear."

"Oh my dear, I promise I won't watch again, just please don't tell my wife anything about this."

"Oh you will watch me again and on every one of your wife's bridge nights you will walk your dog as usual. Then you won't go to the pub, instead I will leave my front door unlocked and you will come and pleasure me in any way I see fit. Does that seem a suitable punishment for my dirty old man?" Sarah smiled as she said it.

"Oh yes my dear, of course my dear." Mr Crowther smiled at her.

Sarah suddenly realise this was the first time that she had ever seen him smiled. Letting him pull his trousers up, she kissed him again before he headed out of the gate.

She watched him go standing there on the gate as she felt his cum dribbling out of her and down her legs.

Oh yes she was going to have him pleasure her in every way indeed. He was going to be her dirty old man and she couldn't wait for the next time.