I am an old guy (76) who takes an age to even get semi
hard, one of the few sexual pleasures I have left is snogging/kissing and
fingering old ladies’ hairy cunts and shit holes.
As it happens this is something old ladies really like
as it translates to romance and memories of their youth.
Although retired, I am a part time volunteer in a
charity shop working and interacting with a lot of nice old ladies, some still
being interested in things sexual.
This is my story of two such ladies.
Elsie
She was exactly my type. Nice and fat with a pleasant
face and her lips were plump. Looking at her you would not think she was in
anyway sexual. And like a lot of oldies in their early eighties, she wore
simple shift dresses that hid their fat bellies.
The rain had stopped customers coming and so it was a
slow day. I was rearranging some books and Elsie was behind the counter just
seemingly daydreaming.
I noticed that she also had one hand between her legs
and was moving it ever so slightly. The
dirty old bitch, I thought. Not one to
miss an opportunity I crept round her back and putting my hand up her dress said
I could help her with that.
Opening her fat thighs, she in effect gave me permission
to do her. First, I just rubbed her lovely fat hairy cunt and found it nice and
moist and as I pushed my fingers in, she said, ‘Oh yes, that’s lovely. Don’t
stop’ She did not take long to cum which was good as I saw some people outside
giving us some strange looks.
After that, Elsie insisted I visit her every Saturday
afternoon.
Hazel
She had moved in as my new neighbor this summer and
being neighbourly I introduced myself and welcomed her. She invited me in for a
cup of tea and we exchanged pleasantries. She was just my type. Short curly
hair, nice chubby face and body with very large tits. Initially she did not
seem the type who when in for sex.
A couple of weeks later I saw her in the garden
weeding and went out and asked if she needed some help. She accepted with
alacrity. I noticed she was wearing just a simple sack type dress and more to
the point, no bra.
After an hour or so Hazel said she had to pee.
‘Normally, when I’m out here I just have a tinkle. You wouldn’t be embarrassed
if I did so now’ smiling as she so. Squatting down with her legs apart and her
gaping hairy cunt staring me in the face, I got a pleasant lob on.
As she started to dribble, I could not resist and
cupped her cunt to feel her warm piss.
‘Oh, that’s nice, Paul. Go on have a good feel and
finger me. I love piss and obviously you do too’.
I immediately opened her fat labia lips and began to
finger her roughly. The more I did so
the more she pissed.
‘Oh yes, give me more’ With four fingers up her cunt
she gushed like a fountain and fell back as she orgasamed.
Later as we cleaned up and had our tea, she said told
me of her likeness for squirting but not many men liked it. But she was pleased
that I was not one of them.
Our routine was then a weekly session of mutual
wanking with her squirting and sometimes she liked it when I pissed all over
her in the bath.
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