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Subject: {ASS} "Der alte 1 & 2: The Old One" (F/m) by the Real Megillah
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Note: I did not write this, but I am posting it for a person who
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As far as I know this has never been posted before. Enjoy.
Contains: Older women and younger men.
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DERALTE.1
By The Real Magillah
*********
You never can tell where you'll find the girl of your dreams. I
dropped into the Sunset Lodge in connection with a book I was writing
and I was shown around by the superintendent, an energetic woman in
her forties named Mrs. Betsy Blair who obviously enjoyed the people
she worked with. Most of the residents were in their seventies and
eighties though there were a few in their sixties. There was a black
housekeeper, her husband, the gardener, and a couple of black maids. I
had lunch and dinner there and the food was good,
the decor cheerful, most of the residents friendly and energetic.
One woman who was pleasant and attractive (and also with a gleam
in her eye) was a widow named Mrs. Elsa Timmins. She was a soft,
heavy woman in her seventies, a perfect grandmother type, with a lot
of grey hair dyed blue, pancake makeup that hid her wrinkles and a
solid corset to keep her flab in shape. Yet I had a hunch for no good
reason that she had been a real fizzer sometime.
She had sparkling blue eyes and a nice smile (showing a great set
of even dentures). In spite of her weight -- I judged she was about
200 pounds -- she carried herself well and wore good clothes with
great style. It helped that her full-length corset was completely in
command of her curves. She was clearly a woman who had considerable
poise and dignity and was well aware of herself as a female.
I'd never "dated" a woman that old and I wondered if this one,
Mrs.Timmins, was still interested in sex. I must confess I was
surprised at myself because, like most men, I felt that much older
women were taboo and shouldn't be thought of as sex objects. But I
liked Mrs. Timmins and she responded to me as well. It was almost as
if we were carrying on a flirtation. Mrs. Blair noticed our interest
in one another and cast pretty sharp looks on both of us. She didn't
miss much.
That evening I was supposed to drive back to the city and before
I left I visited an old gentleman on the third floor. I was walking
down the open staircase when I glanced into an open door. Mrs. Timmins
was sitting on a wide sofa which faced the door. At first she didn't
seem to notice me and she was casually and in a leisurely way pulling
her nylons straight. Without any fuss she pulled her skirt back up
over her knees revealing heavy but intriguing thighs in dark
stockings. What was even more surprising was that she was showing off
a pair of silk bloomers that ended a few inches above her knees in
broad, shirred elastics.
Now I'll admit I'm rather kinky. I've been turned on by bloomers
ever since my early teens when I was seduced by a maiden aunt -- I
think they're the sexiest underwear ever designed for women. I
particularly like SILK bloomers and these ones looked great on Mrs.
Timmins. She had quite heavy legs all the way down to rather thick
ankles and big feet but they were shapely.
I gaped at her and inadvertently paused. For the first time Mrs.
T seemed to notice me but it didn't startle or shock her or cause her
to pull down her skirt and slip. She deliberately smiled at me,
showing those great dentures.
"Hello again!" she said softly. "Come on in and have a cup of
tea...or something stronger..."
I couldn't resist. I muttered something, turned around and came
into her small suite. She closed the door behind me firmly and waved
me to a chesterfield.
"I hoped we would meet again," she said frankly. "It seemed to me
that we had quite a lot to talk about. I hope we will become great
friends."
My throat was dry. I was astounded to find I was intensely aware
of her as a woman. She seemed much more exciting now that we were
alone together.
"Not at all," I said stiffly. "You're one of the most attractive
ladies I've meet in a long time."
"Why, what a nice thing to say!" she said. She came over and sat
beside me. I could smell a haunting perfume.
"I'm glad you feel that way even if you are just teasing an old
woman," she continued. She was close and she was looking directly into
my eyes. "At my age it's lovely to get compliments even if they aren't
serious!"
"But mine ARE serious!" I said feebly.
She wriggled her bulk closer to me and patted my hand with one of
her soft ones. I was emboldened to take her hand and squeeze it,
wondering all the time what I was getting into.
"Do you believe in love at first sight, Michael?"
"Uh...I don't know..."
"I hope you weren't too shocked when you came past and saw me
pulling up my stockings. It's an old trick but it used to work when I
was young. I know my legs aren't much these days but they seemed to
catch your attention."
"They sure did!" I grinned. "Your legs are sexy as hell and when
I saw you were wearing silk bloomers I nearly went out of my gourd!"
"You're not shocked that I was being so brazen? I used to like
showing off my legs and I must confess that I deliberately tried to
catch your attention
when I heard you coming down the stairs."
"You mean it was deliberate?"
"Of course it was, silly!"
"I think your legs are very sexy! And especially in bloomers!
I've fancied bloomers ever since my early teens."
She smiled radiantly and squeezed my hand warmly.
"I'm so glad!" she said. She deliberately pulled her skirt back
up her thighs showing off her bloomers again.
"I know bloomers are very unfashionable but I've always liked
them," she said. "I think at my age I have the right to wear what I
want, don't you? a...After all, I have six grandchildren and I'm
treated with far too much respect by my own children. I'd much rather
have fun! Does that shock you?"
I laughed.
"Of course not! But how old are you?"
She smiled archly.
"How old do you think I am?"
I grinned and put my hand on her thigh and squeezed.
"I think you're probably over seventy," I said.
"You're not very gallant," she pouted.
"Oh, but I am! I think you're gorgeous! I hope you're still
interested in sex because you're so sexy!"
"Do you really think so? Thank you, my dear!...Would you like to
kiss me?"
"Would I!"
We went into a clinch and I felt her soft old lips under mine,
smelled her powder and perfume. My hands slid over her corsetted hips
and down her thighs. She was as hungry and eager as I was and we
kissed and petted one another for a long time. I found her quite bold:
she unzipped my trousers
and put her hand inside my shorts and began fondling my cock. I got
her legs apart and got my fingers into her cunt under her corset.
"I wish we could get that corset out of the way: it's like a suit
of armor," I said.
"I was waiting for you to ask," she smiled. She stood up and
slipped out of dress and slip, then unlaced her corset and undid her
garters. When the corset dropped away her pot belly came up and her
ass spread while her boobs flopped down in front. I was out of my own
clothes and stood up to kiss her naked. We lay down together and I
found my fingertips tingling as they slid over her flabby folds and
worked into her hairy crotch.
It seemed perfectly natural to mount her and fuck her and in
spite of her age she was an enthusiastic and expert lay. I knew I had
discovered somebody to fall in love with. There was no more coyness
between us. For just a moment at the start I hesitated, looking at her
old body. Then I knew I wanted her more than any woman I had ever
known. For her part she was quite uninhibited. She seemed
unembarrassed at being naked with me and once I had mentioned liking
old women she made no effort to pretend to be a sweet young thing. I
even told her how much false teeth excited me and how much fun it was
to make love to a woman with naked gums.
She laughed and popped out her dentures and I found kissing
her empty mouth was every bit as good as I had hoped it would be with
her.
There wasn't a bit of trouble after that -=-= she spread her
big legs and let me into her cunt. We fucked hard for hours and she
cme over and over again. Her gnarled old cunt with its grey hair
looked like an oyster shell and I thought it would be just as hard to
open up but it wasn't. When I was lying on top of her looking into her
face, mouth wide open showing bare gums, I could hardly bwelieve this
horny woman was in her seventies. I knew she was the best fuck I had
ever had.
I spent most of the night with her and slipped away from the
Lodge at dawn...
*
When I got away from the Sunset Lodge I came back to my senses and
realized how ruinous it would be for me if people found out I was
fucking an old lady. Here I was, 35 years old, married, with children,
a pillar of my community, a rising young executive, a church member. I
thought about Elsa and could hardly believe that only a few hours
before I had been revelling between her thighs -- why, the woman was
twice my age, certainly old enough to be my grandmother. I began to
wonder about the home itself and Mrs. Blair's attitudes as
superintendent.
When my wife Phyllis asked me where I had been overnight I
pointed out (truthfully) that there had been a bad rainstorm and I had
decided to stay overnight in the guest room at the Lodge. She knew it
was an old folks' home and didn't think anything about it.
I still had research to do at the Lodge and the following day,
Mrs. Blair called to ask when she could expect me in the Library. She
said her boss, the chairman, had just returned with his wife from a
vacation and they would like to meet me. I asked her about the
chairman and she told me he was a dynamic young minister who had come
as chaplain and had immediately been a success.
"He got married three years ago and the synod wasn't too happy
for several reasons and asked him to give up his chaplainship.
However, his wife is quite wealthy and a big contributor to the Lodge
and she brought some pressure to bear and he was made chairman of the
board. He is a very good executive and I get along with him awfully
well. And he is just wonderfully popular with the residents!"
I told Mrs. Blair I would be back on the following Tuesday.
She asked me if I wanted to speak to Mrs. Timmins and I hesistated --
then Elsa was on the phone. She was discreet but quite warm and said
she was looking forward to seeing me again.
I was torn. She certainly had been a wonderful fuck and
obviously had enjoyed it as well and wanted to see me again. But I
still had misgivings about what it would do to my reputation and I had
some pretty weird feelings about my penchant for old women: that was
pretty kinky!
I avoided going back for a few days and only talked to Mrs.
Timmins on the phone briefly once or twice. She was so warm and
friendly that I felt like a shit and didn't know what I would say when
and if we met. Mrs. Blair phoned me and suggested I might do my
research in the afternoons when people were taking naps and no one was
around to bother me.
She said Rev. Thom Wheeler and Mrs. Wheeler had been briefed on
everything that happened while they were away, adding that she herself
had told them about my mission and they had okayed it. Mrs. Blair
promised me total privacy in the library "and no one will disturb
you!"
So that was the way it worked out. When I arrived there
wasn't a resident in sight and Mrs. Blair led me into the library and
showed me everything. The library was next door to the Chairman's big
and impressive office and was connected with a door.
That was how it happened that I was in the library when the
Rev. Thom Wheeler came home from a meeting with the bishop. I was
sitting reading documents and taking notes and it was clear the Rev.
didn't realize I was there and on a hunch I decided to look him over
before I made his acquaintance. From where I sat I could see into his
office and I looked him over pretty carefully. He was a darkly
handsome young man, under thirty I judged and rather boyish with a
nice smile which came on when he read a passage in a letter. When he
got up to get a book, he moved with the grace of an athlete and I
remembered that Mrs Blair had told me he had been a football hero and
track and field star at college. He looked healthy and in good shape
and very muscular. He wore a minister's dark suit and an Anglican
collar.
After a bit he was joined by a woman I hadn't seen in the
Lodge before. She was tall and slim and sexy and rather youthful
looking and she was wearing a little, pill-box hat and a form-fitting
dress. I wondered who she was.
Pretty soon she came around behind Rev. Wheeler's desk, leaned
over him and gave him a very hot kiss. Oh, oh! I thought -- this must
be the Rev's bride. I'd heard her name mentioned, accompanied by
giggles. There was no doubt about their shared passion: he pulled her
down in his lap and kissed her for a long time while his arms nearly
crushed her. It was very erotic to see how she writhed in his embrace.
Finally, they pulled apart and she straightened her hat on her blonde
curls. (Blonde? Yes, she obviously had dyed her hair, as Elsa dyed
hers). Then, womanlike, she went over to a wall mirror to look at her
makeup. This was the first time I saw her face, and in closeup, too,
and I caught my breath! It didn't go with the bright gold hair, the
slim figure and the modish dress.It was an old woman's face, wrinkled,
hollows under the blue eyes, lips thin and wide, parentheses deep
beside the mouth. She was at least 75 and I glanced quickly over at
the Reverend's boyish face: he was looking at her with fond lust.
Is that the way Elsa and I look to outsiders? I asked myself
with a flood of dread. Then I looked again and saw the shared passion
on the faces of Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler. I began to get a hard on
thinking of Elsa and me. There was something wonderfullly exciting
about the shared lust between old woman and young man.
"Lock the door!" I heard Rev. Wheeler say and the woman went
over to the hall door and locked it, not bothering with the open door
between the library and the office. She knew what he wanted and stood
in the middle of the office doing a strip teaze for him. The Rev
slipped out of his coat, then dropped his trousers to the floor and
sank back in his swivel chair to watch.
Somehow, the scene was incredibly more erotic than if the wife
had been a young girl -- there was something indescribably lewd about
this old woman's voluptuous movements and her total abandonment. Her
fingers flew over the zippers and then the sleek dress was being
pulled over her head. She wore no slip, girdle or corset and stood for
a long moment displaying herself in net bra, high-cut bikini panties
and black satin garter belt. She had a splendid figure for a woman of
her age: her small breasts were as flat as you would expect but her
tummy was also flat and her ass trim. Her legs were magnificent, long
and thin and flattered by sheer nylons and her long, narrow feet were
shown off by gleaming pumps with four inch heels. She slipped off her
bra and pulled down her panties, leaving her garter belt, stockings
and shoes on as if she was an exotic dancer in a strip bar. Her pussy
was shaved smooth and that seemed very perverse in a woman her age. I
thought of Elsa's hairy snatch and how it looked like an ancient
quohog oyster and this woman's gorgeous cunt was more like the
halfopen mouth of a huge bulllfrog as it went after a dragon fly, her
big clit resembling the frog's tongue.
Then the Rev. was down on his knees, moving toward her and
then his arms were around her bare hips. He pushed his face up into
her naked crotch and I could see his eager lips and tongue opening her
vulva hungrily. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure and her
long, bony hands pressed his head up into her crotch. He ate her for
a very long time.
I had never observed anything so exciting in my life and I sat
there in the shadows, my pants open, playing with my cock. I suddenly
realized that I had no more doubts or fears about Elsa: from now on I
was ready to take her into the office and fuck her in front of
everybody and to hell with them...As I watched Thom Wheeler eating out
his wife's gorgeous cunt I thought about the look and taste and smell
and feel of Elsa's hairy oyster....Mmmmmm...
Rev. Thom's wife shuddered and climaxed and relaxed while he
went on eating. Suddenly, she saw me watching in the shadows. I could
see the surprise, apprehension, alarm in her blue eyes. Then, I could
see, she suddenly knew who I was == I was Elsa's new boyfriend! It was
all in the family.
She smiled ever so slightly at me and nodded imperceptibly.
Her lips curved down in a cautionary way. I knew she could see me
well enough and I smiled back reassuringly and nodded. She closed her
eyes and pulled the Rev.'s face back up into her crotch. After a
moment she withdrew from him and lay down on her back on his big desk
and he stripped off his shorts and mounted her. It was a joy to see
them fucking, her long, thin, nyloned legs locked around his muscular
young body. He pumped hard and she panted and twisted..
While they were occupied, I quietly zipped up my fly and moved
to the library's door to the corridor, opened it silently and slipped
away, leaving them to their joy.
An hour later I was with Betsy Blair and told her I had been
out to lunch and just got back. She suggested I might like to meet the
chairman. She phoned his office and he invited us in. He sat at his
desk with his wife, Estelle, standing quietly behind him. He was
clean and well pressed while her makeup was perfect and she looked
very poised and relaxed. Every thread of both their clothes was in
perfect place and they looked elegant and well groomed.
Introductions were made and Rev. Wheeler welcomed me to the Lodge and
offered it's services to me. Estelle didn't even smile at me or
indicate in any way that we had met, in a manner of speaking, earlier.
"Betsy tells me you already are making friends among the
residents," he said with a smile that wasn't quite a smirk. Of course
he didn't know I had been observing his love making with his wife but
I knew Mrs. Blair had filled him in about Elsa and me.
"Yes," I said. "Mrs. Timmins has been very kind to me and we
have become great friends."
Mrs. Wheeler smiled at me.
"I'm so glad! Elsa is a dear friend of mine and she has told
me a good deal about you. I think we all will become very good
friends in the long run and somehow I feel as if I have known you
before. Perhaps we have run into each other earlier."
She smiled suggestively and I began to think about HER as a
possible bed partner! Why only Elsa? Why not explore the riches of
this wonderful harem?
I went out and had a cup of coffee at a corner cafe, then came
back and searched for Elsa and found her in the crafts room with a
group of her friends. Mrs. Wheeler and Betsy Blair were chatting in
one corner and nodded to me as I went over to the group that included
Elsa Timmins. Her face lit up when she saw me. I greeted herd friends
politelya, the I leaned over and pulled Elsa to her feet, took her in
my arms and kissed her enthusiastically in front of them. I was aware
of their pleased smiles and they clapped as I finished. Elsa was
absolutely delighted with my public display of affection.
"Well," she said happily. "I'd better take you to my room and
do something about it so it doesn't go to waste."
She took my hand and led me toward the stairs while a chorus
of laughter followed us. Estelle Wheeler and Betsy Blair were both
grinning knowingly at Elsa and me.
--
Hawk Richards
heminway@epix.net
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