After my second wife passed, I was weary of working. At 63, I was tired of my big yard to mow and my garden and living out in the country where I couldn't just walk around the corner to get a bite to eat. I also knew I needed to be around people and socialize and stay active, but I had no interest in one of those "old folk" developments.
Instead, I bought a good-sized house in a small college town. The house had three small apartments on the second floor with a separate entrance. Downstairs, my living quarters was plenty for me, a good sized master bedroom with an ensuite bathroom, a nice sized guest bedroom, an eat in kitchen, comfortable living room and a second bathroom. I had space in the yard to have a few raised bed garden areas. Gardening is important to me. Plus a great porch to sit and watch the students walk by.
I know that the best way to rent rooms these days is to post on some apartment finder app, but I decided to go old school and put up a flyer in the student union with rip off tabs at the bottom, with my phone number number. At least I suggested texting, rather than calling.
By the time I got back to my house; after posting my flyer, I had my 3 rooms rented and I celebrated by getting naked, putting a big butt plug in my ass and pulling up some bbw and ssbbw (fat girls, if you don't know) porn.
I'll pause to describe myself. As I said, I'm 63, 6'4", 230 pounds, mostly bald and bearded. I have lots of fetishes and kinks which will become apparent as the story unfolds. I am very modestly endowed, about 5 inches but I am still a big cummer. Only recently, as I have lost a good amount of weight, I have been able to get off of my blood pressure medication, which had caused erectile dysfunction for the past 10 years. I was taking some advantage of my renewed ability to get hard, by masturbating at least daily.
Now, back to my story.
Just as I was really enjoying my stroke session, my phone rang. No text, but an actual call. I could barely hear the soft, young-sounding feminine voice on the other end. I asked her to speak up a bit.
"Oh, sorry. My name is Judy; I saw your ad in the student union. Do you still have a room for rent?"
When I told her they were all gone, she seemed inordinately upset. She even started crying.
To this day, I don't really know why, but I felt so bad for the girl, I told her to come over and maybe I could help her figure something out. At least that stopped her from crying. I gave her my address and then started wondering what in the world I could do to help her. Maybe, a neighbor had a room, but I wasn't sure.
I quickly closed my laptop and threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt. I was still horny, so I kept the butt plug in, it was always exciting to be naughty when no one could tell I was being naughty.
I barely heard the knock on my door, even though I was waiting for it. Judy barely made eye contact as I invited her in and got her seated in an easy chair, which thankfully was wide and sturdy.
Judy was a big young woman. She wasn't tall, probably about 5'3" but I guessed she topped the scales at 230 pounds. She wore a shapeless dress like a tent, but you could still tell she had big breasts, certainly a big belly with a roll or two of fat, thick thighs and a wide ass. Her face was pudgy, but cute and when she made eye contact, her eyes were a beautiful blue. She didn't wear makeup, her hair was rather plain, but she had gorgeous, full lips, the kind guys dream about having wrapped around their cock.
We sat and talked about why she so desperately needed a room. Still talking very softly and looking at the floor, she explained how she had taken a couple of years off after high school so she could save up for college. Her parents had no money to help her out and she didn't want to get in student loan debt. I stopped her right there and made her look at me.
Speaking from my heart and looking into those beautiful eyes I said, "Judy, I am proud of you. You are smarter than most folks your age. Stay out of debt and you will go far."
Demurely, and looking down again, she almost whispered, "Thank you! But I'm not sure if I'll even be able to go to school. I just can't afford a fancy apartment and with a body like mine, I sure can't make money as a stripper."
I laughed and commented that there are guys who would certainly pay to see her strip, however, I did not recommend that kind of employment. I liked this girl. In spite of her extreme shyness, she had spunk.
Without even thinking, I said:
"Listen, this might not work at all, but I do have a spare room. The thing is, it's down here in my living space. There's a separate bathroom, but you'd have to share my kitchen and living room."
Judy got a huge smile on her face, "deal! I'll take it."
I urged her to hang on a second and at least look at the room. I got up and took her to the room. She only peaked in, "It's great".
I showed her the bathroom, and she again, "It's great. I'll take it."
Feeling a bit mischievous, I responded, "Hold on now, you don't even know how much I'm asking. I might want you to strip for me."
The look on her face was priceless. It was a look of shock, mixed with a glimmer of excitement and a tiny bit of fear.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Honestly, I don't even know what to ask for my spare room. I mean you'd have to share space with me, and that's no picnic. I fart (she laughed), and I'm grouchy in the morning. (she laughed again). How about this, you help me keep the place a little bit clean and let's say, $50 a month for rent."
She beamed that brilliant smile and threw her arms around me in a big hug, squeezing her large, clearly now, braless, breasts into my belly. Quickly, she backed off and her face blushed with embarrassment. She apologized.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to invade your space. I'm just so happy. I couldn't help myself."
I assured her that she could hug me any time she wanted. Although, I don't think she knew it, my half hard cock agreed. Being this close I could smell her aroma, a musky mix of body odor, piss and a hot, young pussy. I had to turn away, so she didn't see my little 5 incher, beginning to rise to full mast.
By that evening, I had a 20-year-old, female roommate. It was a little awkward at first. Certainly, I couldn't watch porn in the living room anymore and I couldn't walk out to the kitchen naked in the morning to get my coffee. But we pretty quickly got comfortable with one another.
I considered a couple of changes to my decor. I had prints by Peter Paul Rubens in my living room. If you don't know, his paintings are of full figured, plump, very naked women. I actually prefer my women a good bit fatter, but I love his work, and it is classic art.
I also had a few Japanese erotic figures or small statues. The kind with a chubby guy with a long, hard cock pointed toward the voluptuous backside of curvaceous woman, or a circle of three women all attached mouth to pussy. But ultimately, I decided this exposure to classic art would be part of Judy's education and just maybe help me get into her panties.
Everyday Judy and I chatted about life. I learned about her family, her dreams and desires and she learned about me. Many evenings we watched television together or listened to music. Unbeknownst to her I was aroused most of the time I was around her. Her smell was intoxicating.
I confess, when she was at class, I almost daily, snuck into her room and buried my face in her large, unwashed panties, usually taking them with me to my room to masturbate, while breathing in the funk of her young cunt. I was always careful to put them back where I found them.
Sometimes she would walk around the house in her nightshirt. Just a thin, soft, long shirt that hugged her body, making her hard nipples clearly visible, exposing most of her fat highs and on rare occasions, when she bent to pick something up, I got small peaks at her flabby ass.
It wasn't often, but on occasion I even caught Judy eyeballing my erection or peaking up the leg of my shorts at my low hanging balls. And as we got more comfortable with each other we did make sexual innuendoes in almost every conversation.
Judy almost never socialized at college. She went to class, she studied, and she came back and hung out with her old landlord.
I knew she was very self-conscious of her size. But I continually made it clear to her that some guys find women like her very arousing. We discussed the Rubens paintings, and I confessed to her, that although I liked them, my preference was for women with more meat on their bones.
Just after finals for Judy's first semester, she came home excited. She had a date that night. I was happy for her. Although I was also a little jealous. She gave me a hug as she left for her date. Her dress was nice, but very conservative, going down to the ankle and not exposing any cleavage. She had showered, but even with her perfume I could still smell the undertones of her normal musk. I wished her luck.
Since I was on my own, I put in my favorite butt plug, grabbed my laptop and a pair of Judy's dirty panties and sat down on the couch to enjoy myself. I still had my shirt on, and I just pulled my shorts down enough to let my cock and balls out. As I watched the young ssbbw on the screen expose her meaty pussy to the big cocked co-star, I stroked my hard little guy slowly and dreamed of Judy naked.
I must have dozed off because I jerked awake as the door slammed shut. Judy stood there, her eyes wet with tears, make-up streaked. I quickly closed the laptop and held it over my crotch.
Tearfully, Judy shuddered out, "I'm fucking never going on another fucking date in my fucking life."
"Well fuck, my fucking friend, grab a couple of fucking beers from the fridge and come tell me about your fucking date." That was all I could think to say. As she went to the fridge I hurriedly tucked my cock and balls back in my shorts and set my laptop to the side.
Judy plopped down next to me on the couch, pulling the hem of her dress up as she tucked one leg under herself. She never sat next to me, and now I noticed her dirty panties crumpled up on the back of the couch, just behind her head. Oh shit. Well, hopefully she wouldn't notice.
She started to cry, and I just naturally reached out an arm and pulled her to me, hugging her to my chest, letting her cry as I stroked her hair. Oh god, as I looked over her head, I saw that my gray, cotton shorts had a big wet spot of precum and it was obvious I had an erection. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice.
As she began to stop crying, I pushed her back a bit, and said,
