Message-ID: <3111eli$9708181205@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: heminway@epix.net (Hawk Richards) Subject: {A.S.S} New Story: Leslie Banks by The Real Megillah Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33f821bc.45969205@newsserver.epix.net> Disclaimer: Nobody under 18 years old should be reading this. If you are under18 then go away now. Contact info: Author: The Real "Megillah" Note: Hawk Richards didn't write this The Real Megillah did. As a favor for Megillah, since he doesn't have the ability to post it himself, I am posting it to a.s.s. for him. Send all comments with the Subject reading "Megillah: Then whatever you want to put as a subject." More of his work can be seen at his guest author page at Hawk's Storyboard (Archive), as well as all of the stories written by Hawk Richards. ************************************************** Leslie.txt By The Real Megillah I used to see Leslie Banks on the street car long before I met her, sometimes late in the evening when we were both going home from social engagements -- we lived in the same neighborhood -- then in the market shopping for food, or else riding downtown on business in the daytime. We were aware of one another for sometime before we actually met. Most men might not have paid any attention to her because of her age but there was something about her that intrigued me and I used to sit on one side of the streetcar studying her covertly from across the aisle. She was probably a widow I speculated, somewhere between 65 and 70, with iron grey hair tied up in a bun. She dressed suitably and moved decorously but there was a twinkle in her sharp brown eyes that I liked. She appeared to be healthy and was very erect with a firm step. Her face bore traces of handsomeness but it was ravaged by time -- big, dark circles under her eyes, dewlaps. It was clear that she had given up many of the vanities. Although her skin was pale and clear, she sometimes had a definite mustache on her long upper lip, a number of long, iron grey hairs grew out of her chin and her sideburns came down to her jaw line and along it, giving her a slightly raffish appearance. Once in awhile she shaved and she was a different woman with a smooth, gleaming skin, looking 20 years young. Another sign of her carelessness: her teeth were loose in her head and her upper plate moved around; sometimes I would see her push it back into place with her tongue. She seemed unaware of the looseness of her dentures. Her figure must have been splendid in youth but now her hips had spread a good deal, her belly was clearly marked and she had thick legs down to the ankles. When she went shopping in winter she wore sweater and plain dark skirt to the knees, shiny rayon stockings and court shoes with medium heels. Mostly she wore an old corset that didn't control her curves much, but she seemed vain of her bust and supported it with a construction bra that made her breasts thrust out in front of her. During one hot spell in summer she wore a silk blouse with no bra and I could see her breasts hung down like flat pancakes with quite visible nipples and aureoles. She saw my glance and blushed, then smiled, and it was my turn to be disconcerted. My interest in her grew gradually. Sexual interest in an old woman is one of the great taboos of society everywhere and I knew I was being very perverse as my fascination for her grew. I kept wondering exactly how old she was -- 65 was the youngest she could be, but I kept thinking that she was probably around the magic 70 and wondered whether a woman of that age would really be interested in men. And would I really be interested in a woman that old? In the streetcar I would sometimes catch her looking at me in a speculative way and in spite of her age I couldn't help a little surge of warmth. Was she still interested in men? When she caught ME looking at her, she would smile and there would be a twinkle in her eyes before she looked away as if inviting me to make a play. One night I was sitting in a forward looking seat when she took the one across the narrow aisle from me. As she sat down, her coat fell open and her taffeta skirt slid back over her plump knees with an audible rustle revealing a frilly mauve petticoat and the broad double elastics of a pair of peach-colored silk bloomers above dully-shining nylon suppose. She saw where I was looking and gave me a tiny little knowing smile so I guessed she was deliberately showing off. She deliberately shrugged as she seemed to realize her skirt was showing too much. As she openly pulled down her skirt she looked straight into my eyes and smiled. Well, now I knew that the way was open... A few nights later the car was crowded with people going home from the movies, bowling and so on. I got on first and got a forward-looking seat. The front of the car was filled up. When Leslie came along I stood up, took off my hat and bowed slightly. "Would you join me, ma'am?" I asked. "I saved you the window seat!" She looked slightly startled and very pleased and smiled as she slid in beside me. I introduced myself, mentioned that we were frequent riders on the streetcar and made light conversation. She was friendly and open and said she was Mrs. Leslie Banks and had just attended a dance for senior citizens at the Sunset Lodge. It was summer and she was wearing her revealing silk blouse so that I could hardly take my eyes away from her tits. Her skirt came just below her knees and she was wearing pumps with three inch heels. Considering that she was dolled up and was wearing lipstick and rouge, I was surprised to see she hadn't shaved for awhile and had a definite mustache, sideburns and long grey hairs on her chin. Curiously enough, I found her hair was exciting. I listened to her telling about the senior citizens' party. "Sounds pretty exciting," I grinned. She made a face at me. "Oh, it's not much fun for me! Those old coots are all past it and can barely shuffle around the floor!" "If I took you dancing you wouldn't say that!" She smiled wryly and said something about men my age never being interested in women her age. I assured her it wasn't so and she looked at me speculatively. "Are you serious?" she asked archly. "Of course! How about joining me for a drink in a club right now?" We sparred a little more, then she accepted. I held her arm as I led her into the bar. I could smell her perfume as I stood at the bar for the first drink. I found her surprisingly female and when I made several ordinary compliments she replied in kind and we were soon flirting happily. I held her hand and whispered sweet nothings in her ear and she ate it up. She was coy about her age and I reassured her, telling her that I loved old women and found her very sexy. She let me kiss her on the mouth and slip my tongue between her thin lips and gently pushed her loose upper plate. "I love your mustache," I said softly. She looked startled at my boldness but it excited her too. So I told her that I was excited by various things about her age -- her wrinkles, hairiness. "I love your breasts in the summer when you let me see them," I said, tweaking her big nipple through her blouse. She gasped and leaned up against me and kissed me. As I hoped she would, she invited me up to her place for a nightcap. It was as easy as that. As soon as we got into her flat we went into a clinch and she pushed her belly up against me in abandoned way. Soon we were on her couch petting like mad and I had her skirt up and my hand down inside her bloomers. I could hardly believe my luck at making it so far and I was stunned when we took a little break and talked. "I can hardly believe I'm so lucky in having you interested in me physically," she said with a smile. I kissed her, squeezed her and told her that I had been thinking exactly the same thing. "What on earth do you see in me?" she asked in wonder. I ran my hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt and slip up as I did. Discovering her loose bloomers I casually snapped her elastics, then gripped the soft insides of her thighs and worked up toward her crotch. She giggled and made no effort to stop me. "I find...old...women very exciting," I said slowly and deliberately. "Do you mind me saying that?" "It isn't very gallant," she pouted. "Come on, honey! You don't pretend you're a young thing and what attracts me is your mustache... and your false teeth... and your nice little belly! You know how you look and you choose to look this way. Isn't that true?" "I-- I guess so!" We were on a sofa body to body and my cock was pressing up into her belly through her girdle. "Do you ever have your dentures fall out?" I asked with a grin. "Wha..aa..t.?" she squawked. "Your teeth are so loose that they are always sliding around in your mouth." "I'm sorry! A gentleman would never mention it!" I laughed and slipped my fingers inside her mouth, gripped her upper plate and pulled it out smoothly. She hardly realized it until I was starting on her lower plate. In a moment she was toothless and I leaned forward and kissed her, slipped my tongue into her mouth and touched her bare gums. She protested feebly but then gave in, laughed and kissed me back. We started undressing one another and soon Leslie was down to her stockings and shoes and I was completely naked. I unpinned her long, iron-grey hair so that it fell in a flood to her waist. She was embarrassed by the very idea of being nude in front of me but she was turned on by my horny insistence and managed to overcome her inhibitions. In a few minutes she was preening in front of me and accepting my compliments. For a woman of her age she had a surprising amount of hair on her long-lipped cunt...and more in her armpits. Her boobs were literally flat as pancakes and hung down to her waist with aureoles like fried eggs, the nipples dark and leathery, nearly as big as her thumbs. In spite of her embarrassed protests I made her stand up and parade in front of me. We were both stimulated by the conversation and as we talked I sat on the couch and she lay down in my lap. As we talked I absent-mindedly took her long, flat breast in my hand, my forefinger and thumb pinching a big nipple. My half-hard cock was comfortably pressing against her cheek. I lavished praise on her. I told her how great she looked with no teeth and she was embarrassed but also turned on. "Look," I said. "You let your false teeth roll around loosely in your mouth so you don't mind advertising that you wear dentures...." She laughed and said there was something in what I said. "I don't really mind what people think," she said. "But until tonight I would have said that letting a gentleman take out my teeth was the last thing I would permit." "I've wanted to take out your teeth from the first time I saw them rolling around in your mouth and you pushing them back into place with your tongue." I told her I was going to take out her teeth anyway and she began protesting in earnest. Finally, I tightened my grip on her boob to hold her still. She flopped and squirmed and protested, at first laughing, then frantically pleading. So I moved my left hand and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. It hurt and she cried out. She closed her mouth like a trap but I put the nail of my little finger on her chin and pushed her jaws apart. She was flopping and squirming but the pointed nail hurt and was effective. Soon her mouth was wide open and I slipped in thumb and forefinger and gripped her upper plate, twisted and removed it; then the lower plate. Her cheeks sank in instantly, mouth almost disappeared. I pushed her chin again and her mouth opened showing pink sleek gums. "You look lovely!" I told her. Then I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, my tongue darting out and finding her bare gums, exploring them. Soon she was kissing me back, her empty mouth working on mine, relaxing, starting to enjoy my lovemaking. My cock rose against her cheek, became hard as iron. I pulled back for breath and both of us were laughing. "I really think you look great without teeth and isn't kissing fun?" She laughed and nodded. "Wait till you get your teeth out and MY tongue is working on YOUR gums?" "That will be fun, too!" I took my hardened cock and moved it toward the corner of her mouth. She glanced downward and saw it, took it in her fist and pulled it right into her mouth and bit the head between her gums. I jumped with pleasure -- there's nothing as great as getting head from a woman without teeth! I sensed that she had been a great cocksucker WITH teeth and now she knew instinctively what to do. Her jaws closed and she bit my cock hard, the springy gums pressing into the glans but not hurting. Now it was my turn to writhe and moan as she slid the rode in and out of her mouth over her gums, tongue working on the glans, gums biting down on the sensitive flange. It didn't take long for me to explode in her mouth and the semen was running out of the corners of her mouth. She swallowed greedily and lay back limply. "Now I don't mind being 72!" she said when we had recovered a little. I looked her over with delight, iron grey hair hanging down, sunken mouth, mustache, beard, flat boobs hanging down, soft paunch, spreading hips, thick legs...the perfect sex symbol for me... When it finally came time to actually fuck her it was even better than I had hoped. I exulted in having her ancient body under me, thick legs locked around my back, pale, wrinkled face under me, the mouth open showing pink bare gums...Her cunt was tight as a virgin's but I had a bottle of olive oil with me for just such a purpose and I coated her twat liberally and worked it up her with my fingers. (I like olive oil instead of Vaseline because it tastes good when you are lapping her!). I took my time and worked two and three fingers in before I even tried my cock. And it was delicious when my helmet pushed up into her twat and she absorbed it all with delight. In the morning I woke first, feeling her flabby body pressed up to mine, mouth opened while she snored noisily.. I managed to get her legs wide apart without waking her and plunged my face into her gaping cunt, still dripping with our combined sexual fluids. As I nipped her clit she cried out and tightened her legs around my head. I gobbled her brutally, then more gently, and made her come repeatedly. Her cunt tasted fishy and sweaty. So now I had entered a completely new world with my ancient beauty. She was incredibly horny once she had been turned on and was ready to fuck any time, day or night -- she wore me out completely. She lost all her inhibitions and was ready any time to take out her teeth for a blow job, or even for the kind of kisses I liked. I bought her new dresses but insisted she always wear bloomers and show them off to strangers. She dyed her hair an improbable gold color but her dark mustache gave her away along with those few long iron grey hairs on her chin. We agreed that she didn't need to go on a diet because I liked her thick legs and sagging hips. All of this rejuvenation turned Les into a total exhibitionist and she loved showing me off in public. Her skirts got shorter and her blouses sheerer and she had no compunctions about appearing in our neighborhood bar without her teeth and beaming on strangers and friends with bare, glistening gums. I suggested that her skirts be slashed up the side to show off her ubiquitous bloomers and she got a kick out of that, too. Of course, I took quite a razzing from my friends about going out with an old lady but I got to like it and even went further. We consulted her doctor and he approved of the new regimen and gave her estrogen tablets to start her sexual juices running again. Soon her cunt was limber as a young girl's. We went dancing once a week and Leslie was the envy of all the old women in her circle. As a matter of fact, a number of them began flirting with me. At first I was a bit embarrassed especially as Leslie laughed at me and gossiped about me with all her ancient friends. Then she introduced me to several and gave me her blessing as fr as they were concerned. I was rather surprised to finding myself fucking several old ladies, much to their delighted and mine, too. I was rather shocked to find how many sedate grandmother types were ready to flip up their skirts and down their panties.. Leslie didn't mind sharing me, but she kept a close eye on me nevertheless… I would recommend affairs with old women for all horny young men -- there's nothing like a horny woman in her late sixties or early seventies! They DO tend to wear you out, though! 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