I dropped out of college after my freshman year, partly because of finances and partly because I didn't like it there. I went to Dallas to look for a job. I got a job working as a bus boy a block from this run down duplex I was renting. I could walk and I got a free meal when I worked. In those days the long hair fad was going on. On my afternoons before going in I sat on the porch and drank beers, tossing the beer cans onto the lawn.
A woman, she said she was a Christian woman, who lived a block down in another run down duplex told me to clean up the yard. It was a command, I laughed at her and told her to clean it up herself. Under her breath there were words that aren't Christian.
I broke my leg, my femur falling off a motorcycle that belonged to a friend. I was stuck at the duplex, without money and no one to help me. I fell on my back trying to get to the refrigerator and that's how she found me. On my back on the floor of the kitchen. She had walked in, someone had told her that they had seen me carried in with my leg in a cast. She wasn't strong enough to lift me. But she was able to move the kitchen chair over so I could use it to leverage myself up. She walked behind me to the bedroom. I freely admit the place was filthy and a dump. While I lay on my back she went to her place and made a sandwich and brought it to me, with a glass of milk.
She spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning, scrubbing, the kitchen and the bathroom, and my room. She took the sheets of my bed and my other dirty clothes and carried them to the laundromat. I hadn't bathed since I had left the hospital. She told me she had a son, so it wasn't a problem for her to give me a sponge bath. My dick included. She asked me what I needed and I told her I could really use a blowjob. For such a Christian woman she turned to me and told me she didn't do that, not for me and she never did it for her husband. But she did give me a hand job and worked it until I was able to satisfy myself. She cleaned the mess on my stomach and left me naked on the bed while she went to get the sheets from the laundromat.
She made the bed while she had me sit on the small kitchen chair and then helped me to bed. She said that getting anything on or off of me was too difficult so it was better if I stayed 'that way'. She had seen that thing anyway so it didn't matter to her.
She came in the morning to help me onto the toilet, to give me a sponge bath, to jerk me off. She brought some scissors and cut my hair. She stood over me and forced me to shave. One day, after I no longer took pain pills, she was jerking me off and said she could use some of that herself, and she pushed her panties off and climbed over me and let herself down on my rod, with her hands on my good knee she rocked up and down until she gave herself an orgasm. No frontal for me, and he kept the dress over her rear while she rode my rod. Never thought an old woman would have a warm pussy hole.
I did get a blowjob. She said that her husband had an ugly cock, not like me, nice and circumcised. I had a pretty dick now that she was used to it. She wasn't good at blowjobs, but she made it up when she jerked me off. She never left me hanging, she made sure my balls were empty before she left me for the day. And she rode my cock, up and down, and she got real mad if I tried to lift her dress so I could look at her ass. Her pussy hole was so warm and it felt so good, after the work she had to do jerking me off.
I won't go into how she kept my place, not a plate in the sink, not a book on the floor. The refrigerator clean and stocked with good stuff. It wasn't until I was doing better that I realized she was paying for everything, from the disability check she got from her dead husband.
I could get around on crutches and she helped me into my pants which she had cut wide open with her scissors so the jeans could get up over the cast. She helped me outside to get some sun. My hair home cut but short and she made me shave twice a week. She walked behind me in case I lost my balance. Then back up the two steps into the duplex, for a sponge bath and playing with my cock. She loved to play with it, suck on it, work it until it got thick but not hard, hold it in her hand. There was nothing like that between her legs, by now she showed me that there was nothing like that down there, just a big hairy mat and when she spread her legs to get on my cock, her slit wide open. Do you like pussy? She asked me.
She talked the landlord into forgiving my rent for those months that I couldn't work. She made sure I was fed, and she kept up my place. She got a lot of pleasure out of my cock. She had developed a routine of sucking me hard and holding my cock in her hand, she jerked me off and she spread herself over me and rode down my rod. Now she faced me and let her tits dance in the air, and her crotch open wide before 'stuffing that sausage' up her pussy hole.
I stayed out of college for a year and half, but she wasn't going to have it and I went back, to the Dallas College and I got an English degree. I learned a valuable lesson, older ladies really like cock, they don't have it and they want it. And if in a small way you can make an older woman happy, why not. Her pussy hole is warm and inviting, and her tits dance in the air and she smiles to have a cock inside her. Why not, it's the least you can do. It's like a Boy Scout, doing a good deed everyday.
