*** 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...
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...
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...
For whatever reason Kimmy had come across Benny and Donny's radar. The two Latin coke dealers loved the innocent quality she had. She was the typical homecoming queen type. The type of girl guys grew up fantasizing about. Long blond hair and a tight little body. She was curvy but not in an over the top type of way. She looked like the type of girl who dated...
Me and my husband were staying with rent at an old men, 65 years old. We had some issues with the money and we couldn't pay the rent. The old men agrees to pay him the rent after we solve our problems. One day he saw me in front of the bathroom, that I put my towel down a little before I entered. He liked what he saw, in that short time, but he wanted more....
"You'll go blind if you keep doing that!" I laughed at the dirty old man as he lay on his bed stroking his cock to hardness as I pulled the soiled sheets off the other bed in the room. "But I wouldn't go blind if you did it for me then?" The old man chuckled as he raised his hips so I could get a clearer look as he cupped his wrinkly ball sack with one hand...
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 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...