[Straight Sex] Zelma (70+) and I (48)

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Back in the days before the internet, you could buy these weekly sex newspapers at liquor stores and adult theaters. They were loaded with classified sex ads, all worded much like a paper Craigslist. One ad caught my eye: “Widow looking for gentleman for physical fun.” and then a P.O. box. I wrote to the PO box, described myself and got a phone number in return. Not expecting much I called the number and got this low, male sounding voice who immediately said something along the lines of “I have got a low voice but I am 100% woman and my ad is legit”. This was before the days of transgender so I accepted that as the truth and we chatted. It turns out she was a widow in her early 70s and wanted to screw around some more before it was too late. I certainly couldn’t argue with her logic and immediately got a boner when she said she was in her 70s. I have always had an attraction for women older than 20-30 years than me and they were absolutely prime in my eyes. I don’t know where that attraction came from but I remember as just a little boy wanting to rub my penis and balls over girdles, hose, and high heels of family women friends. At this time, I was in my late 40s and horny as hell and could not wait to meet this lonesome widow.
At the appointed hour I knocked on her door in a very plain apartment complex similar to the kind all over southern California with a pool surrounded by a second story and balconies. Zelma opened the door and I was presented with probably one of the homeliest women I have ever seen. From the neck down she had the usual grandma body of big saggy tits, thunder thighs, a big soft ass but very nice feet. Her hands and fingernails were well kept up and they were very handy later. But her face only a mother could love as she had a prominent overhanging forehead above her eyes that would look fine on a man but not a woman. The actress Missi Pyle has the same type of forehead but not to the extent that Zelma had. I noticed that the wrinkles on her face also included around her mouth, probably due to a life of sucking cocks, I hoped. Having said that, she had a wonderful personality but it took me a while to get used to that low voice.
She invited me in and we chatted on the couch and she told me that her dead husband was a jerk, cheated on her, liked young men to suck his dick, and she was happy to be through with him. She was estranged from her kids and never talked about them much but found herself living on social security in a low rent apartment and too old to be hired for anything. That said, she wanted to do some fucking before health problems even took that away from her and that is where the ad came in. I asked if she had any luck with the ad and she said very much so. In fact, she had to keep the appointments in an appointment book but also admitted that most never came back. Finally, she stood up and said “OK, lets see what you got” and walked into the bedroom. Jeez, Louise, I had never run into anything like this before.
Walking into the bedroom she took off her thin house coat sat at the foot of the bed and motioned me to stand in front of her (I had peeled off my clothes at this point). With her big saggy tits jiggling she rolled a condom on me and lay back on the bed and pulled her legs up. Her next words were “OK, Go to it”. In spite of this touching and tender welcome, I actually had a hard-on and could not wait to bury it between those big labia. My greased boner went in so smoothly and she gave me encouragement along the lines of “That’s it. Pump that cock. Get it in me. Don’t stop.” And pump I did and watching her titties bounce up and down pushed me over the edge in far too short of time. I squirted cum again and again until I was absolutely empty and slowly slid out.
Getting dressed, we talked a bit more and then she informs me that she usually gets $20 as a thank you gift from the guys she sees. Well, that was news but $20 even back then was pretty reasonable for a professional orgasm so I had no heartburn on leaving a bill on the dresser. Besides I liked it. I did leave, though, totally underwhelmed by the whole experience but a week later I needed a fuck again and gave Zelma a call. Men are pigs, I admit, but things got better.

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The second time I visited Zelma and before she rolled on the condom, I told her how about a blow job and she turned me down flat. She had a no blow job policy and her fuck-with-a-raincoat was as far as she was going. Well, I tried. After our second wham-bang-thank-you-Ma’m which was still exciting as she looked so great to my perverted brain and her encouragement was even more crude than the first session. Afterwards, we lay in bed and I worked on the no blow job policy a bit more. She finally said that her sucking was only for the special man in her life and I did not fall into that category. I could take her pussy or leave it. Well, hey, give me credit for not giving up. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, a $20 bill on the dresser, put on my clothes and left.

A week later, guess who desperately needed his sperm count lowered and I called Zelma again. And again, it was over quite quickly and my dick was wet with only my sperm. I was standing at the foot of the bed looking at her and buttoning up my shirt and thinking to myself “You know, this is the last time I am here. Things are way too mechanical”. At that very moment, Zelma crawled across the bed to the end and took my limp dick in her mouth and began a very nice and rhythmic sucking. I was astounded. “Hey, what happened to the no blow policy?” I asked rather stupidly. “You just looked so good standing there I could not help it” she replied. “You always look like you stepped out of a band box when you come over here.” (I was a salesman). With that, I peeled off my shirt, stood there and she sat on the bed and gave me the most wonderful sucking. She turned her head, took out of full set of dentures and turned back to envelop my dick with sensations I had never had before. The feeling of those smooth gums rubbing over my dick head, the warmth of her mouth, and the greediness of her sucking brought another erection although I knew it was going to take a while before another cum would burst forth. She kept at it and I looked down and the sight of that white haired head and those wrinkled lips got me rocking back and forth as the feeling rose from my nuts. She could feel me coming and held my cock still as I ejaculated in her mouth, savoring every pump. After I slipped out, she picked up a wash cloth, spit into it and put my cock back between her lips for a clean up of any last drops.

“My god, that was wonderful” I blurted out as I collapsed back on the bed. She laughed, put her dentures back in and crawled back up on the bed beside me. Thank goodness I had no appointments for the rest of the afternoon as all the blood was completely in my little head and the big head was non-functioning. Things began to pick up from this visit

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Now things were delightful when I went over to Zelma’s. She would call me up and leave a message on my voice mail that she needed to suck her lollipop and I was on my way. While things brightened up considerably for me, I found she had some rules. One was I could not hold her head at all and fuck her mouth. Evidently, some guy really abused her in the past and skull fucked her terribly and she wanted no part of that anymore. I could only touch her shoulders but NO head or hands in her lovely white hair. I could live with that as her sucking continued to send me into bucking orgasms. Another time I wanted to straddle her and cum on that sexy and wrinkled face but that also ended abruptly as she did not want cum anyplace on her skin---her pussy and her mouth were the only places and I could take it or leave it. I, of course, took it but wondered what past life experience was so traumatic that cum on the skin became nasty.

I did slip on that one time when I came over and she asked if I wanted to see a porn video. Certainly was my response so after she put the VCR tape in, she sat on the couch and I lay with my head on her lap and pulled one of those soft tits and big nipples into my mouth to nurse away as we watched. It was an old, blurry, many times copied over tape of European porn that pretty much centered around animal sex in the barnyard. Horses, dogs, ducks……it, indeed, was new to me but the Shetland ponies and naked milkmaids got to me as she was slowly stroking my dick. The sight of a horse blow job was enough to send my cum shooting skyward to land all over her hand and arm. Man, she stood up and dumped me off the couch and gave me hell about cumming on her and not in her. The video was turned off and forgotten as I calmed her down.

My usual visit consisted of the two of us retiring to the bed room and she would adjust the door with the mirror on the back such that I could get a nice side view of her wrinkled lips sliding up and down my cock in the mirror and a second view looking down at her white hair as she slowly bobbed up and down. I finally was able to hold off to enjoy things and when I was cumming she would stop all movement and seemingly relish the squirting and squirting I would do in her mouth. She was no deep throat queen and that was fine with me as her ministrations to the top end of my penis was more than enough. After spitting in a washcloth, she always sucked up the last drop and crawled up to the pillow for some relaxed conversation. I asked her to swallow once but she said no as while she did not mind the taste, the cum would upset her stomach (pain and diarrhea). As a medical person, I can believe that, as people are different.

Once, she wanted a doggy-style fuck as she had been practicing her Kegels and wanted an evaluation of her pussy muscles. As a gentleman, I certainly agreed, and using my highly calibrated sensor, I firmly grabbed the hips of that soft, beachball bottom and pushed and pulled it over my dick slowly to measure the squeeze it got. I pretty soon got carried away but I told her that the Kegels worked and she had a 25 year old pussy again. Her sucking for the second round later was almost, well, appreciative.

To give you an idea how my penis sucked all the blood from my brain when I went to see her, once after we had a particularly nice time, as she was licking the last of the cum off my softening hard on, she mentioned her girlfriend in the front room thought I was cute. I never even saw anybody when I headed for the bedroom well ahead of Zelma. I suggested that her friend join us for another round when I recovered but no dice, she would just have to wait until we were through and the two women could resume their visit. We did have a second round, though, as Zelma had the most wonderful warm hands (very pretty too) and she stroked and pulled my foreskin with magic. Those manicured fingernails scratched my balls again and again which always had an effect on me and I felt again that warm mouth and smooth gums cover me. (Another rule: no ball sucking---too much hair) After we finished, I dressed and went out into the front room and, sure enough, there was her friend, a very grandmotherly type, with a smirk on her face. I embarrassedly greeted her and apologized for practically running by her on the way to a blow job and not even saying hello. I was forgiven with another grin.

Zelma was a very social person and our after-orgasm times had some very interesting conversations. She told me of her love of little babies when she was 14 but the poverty, she lived in did not give her a dad or a mom who cared much. She was told by an older cousin that he could give her a baby and that it was a special thing he could do. It was, indeed, a special thing that he could do and fortunately she never got pregnant with him in spite of lots of drives to the countryside and back seat bingo. However, later on she did get pregnant, went through abusive men, tried to raise her kids, worked low paying jobs, failed as a hooker (her words) and had what could charitably be called a hard life. Her experiences made me feel that I had been living in box my whole life but are beyond this forum. Our playtimes were coming to an end, though.

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So, how did things end with Zelma? Well sadly. Once when I was over to her apartment I noticed a table portrait, like the kind you get at Sears, of Zelma and a much younger guy. Dark hair, a trimmed beard, and rather decent looking. I asked her about him and she said “Oh, he’s my finance’ ”. As we all know, the title finance’ is code for friend-with-benefits. A little conversation and it became apparent this guy was, indeed, in love with her. You don’t get one of those formal portraits if you are just dropping by for sex as I was. From that point on, I began to make sure he and I never met up at Zelma’s at the same time as I did not want to screw up whatever relationship she had with him. What this did do was bring on some fast quickies when he was due to visit. She’d sit in her favorite sucking chair, I’d put just the end of my hard cock in her mouth and while she nursed that puffy head, I would jerk off the exposed shaft. Just to heighten my view, I would have her cup those saggy tits and hold them up for me. Between those titties jiggling with my jerk off motion and those wrinkled lips locked around the head and her tongue action inside her mouth, I blew my nuts very quickly.

The last time I saw her, she asked me to go to a convenience store for some cigarettes and now it was my turn to scold. I hate cigarette smoking and smell and I did not want that in her bedroom or breath. She gave some limp excuse about it killing her appetite and she wanted to lose weight. She also previously had told me of some chest pains she had been having over the last few weeks and I begged her to go see a doctor. Now I really turned on the lecture but she was one of those people who did not want to hear bad news and she refused to go in case it was. There was nothing I could do to get her to go.

About 3 weeks later, I called to get together for our usual afternoon delight and the phone was disconnected. Fearing the worst, I wrote a very brief note to her PO box saying I had not heard from her and please give a call. I got a letter back from the guy in the photo saying Zelma had died from a heart attack a couple weeks ago and it was obvious from the tone of the letter the guy was grieving. He wanted to get together and share some experiences and reminisces of Zelma and how exactly did I become a friend of Zelma’s? I replied with a sympathetic letter with some bullshit over how we met through some friends and being an amateur writer, I enjoyed hearing her life experiences to put into a long term novel I was writing. Zelma and I met a few times, and I was so sorry for his loss and I understood his grief. I know, it was barely believable bullshit but I was not about to tell this guy that his elderly love had been swallowing my dick and squeezing my balls for year. It was plausible deniability as the CIA says.

I do miss Zelma.