Grannies in the Charity Shop

I am an old granny-loving guy (76) who takes an age to even get semi-hard, so 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 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 interested in things sexual.

This is my story about three of them.

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 any way 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 from coming and so it was a slow day. I was rearranging some books, and Elsie was seemingly daydreaming behind the counter.

I noticed that she also had one hand 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 put my hand up her dress saying "I can help you with that".

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.

Olivia

Our charity shop had a big section of second-hand books. One wet afternoon a nice lady who must have been in her early eighties bought a small box of books that was securely taped up.

"Excuse me, before, I leave these here, can we go somewhere private? I need to talk to you about them. It is a very delicate matter."

Back in the office, I invited her to sit down.

"Thank you, much appreciated. I don't want to appear strange but these books were my late husbands are all very explicit pornography about various fetishes. I thought some other kindred spirit would enjoy them as much as we did."

"I am intrigued?"

"Oh yes my name is Olivia, and yours is?"

"Harry, pleased to meet you."

"You said Olivia that you and your departed husband enjoyed them, how so?"

"Harry after a couple of years of sex between even the most loving couple can get very boring. So to spice things up my husband started buying these lovely dirty books and he used to read them to me. They got my juices running, I can tell you and we role-played the storyline."

"So when did he die?"

"Three months ago, why?"

"And you were still having sex up till then?"

"Listen to me you silly man, I miss my daily dose of orgasmic heaven but at my age, whom am I going to find to help me, eh?"

"What about me? I love sex play with old ladies, the older the better!"

Hazel

She had moved in as my new neighbour 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, a friendly chubby face, and a body with huge 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 hot 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", 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 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.