Life is Short, Then Perverts Die ---2001 or 2002------ I'm thinking it was Daytona Bike Week of the next year, or a little later in the spring. We stopped at the pizza place and were told by the owners that old Ben, the 80 year old, had died. They told us how old Ben came in several times a week for most of the year, sometimes with a few other old men, t...
While in college, my friends had a habit of enjoying after-hours parties at strip clubs. While it was just a way to keep drinking and have fun for them, I became fascinated with the strippers and watching them flirt and pleasure all of the different men-especially the older ones. I hadn't told anyone, but I had a secret fetish for much older men and had slow...
Part 2 - Playing on the beach The morning came and Celia came to herself. Her position had not mysteriously changed during the night. Both she and Natasha were still bound, still spread-eagled and still in exactly the same position. The difference was the grey haired, old man had returned and was standing down at the foot of the bed and looking, looking bet...
Part 4 - Beach Volleyball It seemed to Celia no sooner had the old man told her to go to sleep than she had done just that. Perhaps she had simply been very tired. Celia awoke, yawned and opened her eyes. It was not often she awoke three in a bed - indeed had never woken three in a bed - with or without a man. But there she was with Natasha and the old man...
Part 6 - A Moonlit Walk Dinner that evening was not so formal but everyone was dressed. The girls, of course, in their neat school uniforms complete with their new brassieres - Natasha's pointy chest rather dramatic. To Celia, Natasha looked so pretty, so sweet and so obviously not a schoolgirl despite her clothing. The pretence of the old man so ridiculou...
Part 1 - Schoolgirls? Little Celia and tall, dark, Natasha could do nothing without instruction from the grey haired, seemingly genial old man they had so foolishly taken to be a teacher. Celia desperately needed to wee but could say nothing - neither ask permission nor release the pressure in her bladder. Did Natasha perhaps feel the same? It was not as i...
Jessica and I were awaken by several men and two black women carrying our breakfast. As the women placed the trays with the food I could see the sympathy in their eyes as they looked at Jessica's battered and used body with the cum from the previous night dried on her face and thighs. Jessica seemed to be still dazed by her gang rape last night and ate the f...
*** If you enjoyed my sci-fi series Space Relations, this novella has a similar format. It is less about the sex in this one, and more about the innuendo and the story. *** Sir Longenhard sat brooding at the tavern bar, swirling the last of the swill at the bottom of his mug. He drank the rot, at the same time recalling better times when the ale tasted prop...
I'm Ken Smith; I was adopted at the same time as a girl called Carol Jones by one family, so grew up as if we were siblings. When we were just still eighteen we married and were both virgins until our wedding night. Later we started our own massage business, though we each only dealt with clients of our own sex. That was until I was unable to carry on as I...
Part 3 - Dinner Guests The shadows were starting to lengthen as the old man got up and reached for his walking stick. It was a signal for the party to pack up and return to the house. "Girls, you are going to be allowed to stay up a little late tonight because we have visitors. A bit of a treat! Put on your best clothes for dinner. It's not like the beach...