As an old guy (76) who takes an age even to get semi-hard, one of the few sexual pleasures I have left is kissing and fingering old ladies' hairy cunts and shit holes. Old ladies like it 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 interested in things sexual. This is my story of adventures with some of those lovely old ladies.
Elsie, who worked in the shop, 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 any way sexual. Like many oldies in their early eighties, she wore simple shift dresses that hid their fat bellies.
The rain had stopped customers coming, so it was a slow day. I rearranged some books, and Elsie was seemingly daydreaming behind the counter. I noticed that she also had one hand pressed between her legs and moved it slightly. The dirty old bitch, I thought. Not one to miss an opportunity, I crept around her back and, putting my hand up her dress, said I could help her.
Opening her fat thighs, she, in effect, permitted me 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 had moved in as my new neighbour this summer, and being neighbourly, I introduced myself and welcomed her. She invited me for a cup of tea, and we exchanged pleasantries. She had short curly hair, a nice chubby face, and a body with enormous tits. Again, she did not seem to be the type who was sexual. A couple of weeks later, I saw her weeding in the garden, and I went out and asked if she needed 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 said it. 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. Please go on, have a good feel, and finger me. I love pissing, and obviously, you do too." I immediately opened her fat labia lips and began to finger her roughly. The rougher I was, the more she pissed.
"Oh yes", with four fingers up her cunt, she gushed like a fountain and fell back as she orgasmed. Later, as we cleaned up and had our tea, she 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 she liked it when I pissed all over her in the bath.