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Nonagenarian

By: LitEroCat



Unknown to Sue, I planned to share her with whoever sat with us. So, while watching her dress for our trip, I'd insisted she wear a tiny front-clasp 1/4 cup bra with lacy top that fit loosely and barely hid her firm, tall nips above the cups. Instead of the correct 33A bra, she wore a 32B and specially adjusted the straps. It shaped and pushed her tiny tits together and created deep cleavage where there really was none. She chooses to wear an oversize cup, sometimes even a C demicup, so her tiny A-cup tits could more easily spill out 'accidentally'. 

Over that lacy bra, she wore a thin, nearly shear, white, 4-button sleeveless shirt-vest that showed all her cleavage, half her tits, and dipped below her frilly bra - IF it were fully buttoned. No matter how public or conservative the setting, the huge arm holes allowed an easy view of the entire cup and usually inside it for another clear peek at her perfect nipples. 

Her deceptively 'conservative' blue, pleated skirt went to 3 short inches over her knees when standing. Stretching, running, or slight breezes would easily expose her panties, if she chose to wear any. Even casual sitting raised her hem many inches, exposing her shapely and slightly bowed thighs. As her hem rose, the widening gap captured all eyes and made men slobber at the prospect of visually possessing her approaching pussy. I asked her to wear her tiny blue panties that were string tied. All the better to suit my devious plan. 

As usual, my clothes were far more casual. The snug T shirt clung yet allowed her easy access under it. Sue's exhibitionism was rubbing off on me and I began taking public risks too. I usually went commando under my tailored, wide legged, blue shorts. Even when I stood still and was NOT aroused they let my package blatantly advertise its position. They were light weight enough to show any twitching or throbbing. I often used that to break the ice. 

Yet when aroused, my cock crept toward the hem and its purple head would peek at innocent bystanders. Better yet, when I sat, there was no way to keep it in my shorts even if I wanted to. The hem would slide up my swollen cock so far it would soon escape and stand up stiff and straight with very little covered. That usually also exposed my balls to everyone. 

I used my specious attempts to hide my dick to actually draw attention to MY 'accidental' exposure. Sue often 'helped' me by ostensibly covering or stuffing my swelling cock under my shorts.... with an 'OOPS, how embarrassing' expression.

Sue kept asking what I had in mind, but I wasn't telling until we were on board. I asked what fantasy partner she was in the mood for - man or woman, very young or very old? Her only answer was a broad smile. THAT told me that 'anything goes' and of course, THAT just made my dick harder.

The train wasn't crowded so we had our choice of seats. I chose a 3-wide seat in the middle of the car so we'd at least have forewarning for half the people walking the car. The other half walking from behind us would be our unexpected surprise - the extra thrill of being caught in public. The tent in my shorts surged. I took the window seat so Sue would have the center one. The train smoothly accelerated and soon began a gentle rocking motion that raised our already steaming libidos. Only four scattered people shared the car with us until the 1st stop, an hour away. Thoughts of what I might get them to do to my sweet Sue made my cock begin to peek, unaided, from under my shorts. 

On the brightly lit, warm train, when Sue sat, her sexy thighs were more than half exposed to all who had eyes. I told her to look at, but not touch her ascending hemline. She smirked. She loved it when she HAD to follow orders. That meant she wasn't responsible for her actions. We reclined the seats half way, watching her hem rise as we did. Unless one stood directly in front of us, her panties were tantalizingly not quite in view. 

I stroked her creamy thighs, told her to pet my throbbing cock then snaked my tongue into her hungry mouth. When my fingers walked under the last inches of her skirt, they lightly skimmed over a swelling lip. She lurched and grunted loudly. Alerted, the rest of the car became absolutely quiet. We had their attention. We didn't notice their moving closer since our eyes and ears were closed. Avoiding her clit to slow her arousal, I popped two buttons which opened her vest to her navel. 

Eyes still closed, my tit-reading braille fingers slid down her steeply sloped cleavage and circled her confined, puckering cones. When my fingers brushed her loose, lacy nipple covers against then away from her hardening nubs, teasing them to attention, my eyes opened and saw three men and one woman had clustered around my moaning wife. 

Two were looking between her twitching legs. Her perfect, peeping nipples fascinated the others. The three men were furtively rubbing their rods as the obviously horny woman discretely palmed her pussy and pulled her nipples thru her long, full, button-down yellow dress. Sue was faced away from them, but her widening smile around my dancing tongue told me she saw them in the window reflection. 

She pretended not to notice them, bent her right leg up and angled her knee toward them. We both knew they had an unobstructed view of her panty and swollen camel toe. Sue squeezed and waved my hardened dick for them as an invitation to join us. My moan refused to be discrete. I folded her bra's lace upper under a nipple and pressed it inside the cup for our fans to easily watch me pull and pinch Sue's well lit, perfect nipple.

"Should we stop?" she asked, hoping we would NOT. Her excitement at being caught was obvious in her trembling voice.

"No, love. Let's not. Keep pretending neither of us knows they are all watching us. All this is just foreplay for what I had planned. Feel free to escalate if it thrills you." Ah, word of love! A not so muffled grunt was all the warning I got! The four strangers watching us were also participants and not likely to snitch. Emboldened, Sue slid her cold hand along my rigid rod and continued her 'massage.' My sudden moan echoed among the others. 

I unsnapped her too tight tiny bra, allowing her left tit to leap fully into clear view for all. She sighed in relief from titty prison. Except for her nipple, her right tit stayed under the 1/4 cup. I left it there, but opened the third blouse button which let her shear, snuggly tailored vest open to her belt. My hand cupped her exposed tiny tit and tugged on the delicate nipple. 

Two men were now obviously and energetically rubbing their peckers in their pants. The other had pulled his out so they all also watched him wank. With everyone's inhibitions rapidly vanishing, the female had one hand inside her bra, obviously stressing her nipple. Her other hand had opened a skirt button and snuck inside her bright yellow skirt. It was plainly rubbing her pussy, but left it hidden from us.

Opening her last button let Sue's vest and bra fall away from her chest. She slid her right arm out of her strap and shirt, becoming essentially topless. She unbuttoned my pants and we slid them down to my ankles. I had no underwear to distract us. She pulled my balls up into full view for our fans and gently slapped my dick. Her first full-hand squeeze swelled the nascent, clear drop of Cowper's and pushed it to escape me. 

Even before Sue could scoop it up, our female fan brazenly dove and caught it with her finger. She slid her open hand along my cock and onto Sue's hand, then waited for us to look at her and devilishly licked her finger clean. The bubble was burst. No one could pretend any longer. We had already gone further than my planned foreplay intended, but that was no reason to end our fun.

The woman completely unbuttoned her yellow dress and let it fall open, revealing her shapely, nude body. Three men groaned at the brief sight of her hairy cunt. She released her plump full C cups, HUGE compared to Sue, and harshly abused her average nipples. Sue admiringly, but briefly caressed a big, heavy, firm tit. The woman's two fingers were under her dark, lush bush... inside her. Her loud rasping breath and spastic lurching held our attention. As if getting final permission, she licked Sue's tiny tit on her way down to sucking my cock into her mouth. 

All the men had shed their pants. One of them knelt on the seat next to Sue, bringing his substantial cock near her tit. He smeared his clear gel on her nipple and she squeezed and pulled him, in synch with my dick. The woman, Maria, was still furiously finger fucking herself, but was on her knees sucking my cock while she mindlessly jerked another man. The scent of fresh sex filled the enclosed car and added to our arousal. One man lofted Maria's dress as far onto her back as physically possible. Her luscious, curvaceous ass was gloriously exposed and relaxed.

Maria started to cum. Her twitching set off the man in her mouth, ME. My grunts and explosion also made the man in her hand shout and cum. Sue grabbed a second dick in her right hand and took the big cock on her tit into her mouth. She groaned around that dick and the vibrations caused him to quickly spray her throat. That was enough to make her cum noisily. Only one of us didn't cum yet. 

Sue licked one cock dry while Maria licked and sucked the other two clean. She noticed that the last man hadn't cum. So dropping her dress, she pulled the last man to her. Now naked, her very shapely form impressed us all. "You MUST be included. I'm sorry you didn't cum with us. Let me correct that." Maria tirelessly stroked the last man, who was still standing in the aisle, as we caught our breaths and watched them. She sucked the stranger into her moist mouth and bobbed his stiff cock down her throat until her nose crushed his moist fur. She squeezed his balls and felt them roil just before he sprayed three wet ropes in her mouth. As he erupted, I wondered how many in the adjacent cars were watching too.

After a brief rest, she stretched across Sue's lap, licking a nipple as she went. She slid my hard again cock smoothly into her throat. Sue often said she liked watching it vanish. Maria's bobbing and moaning inspired Sue to kiss her sweetly rounded, plump ass that was so temptingly close to her face. She massaged and pulled Maria's tits then slid a hand down her ass crack to rub her puckered muscle. Maria nearly bit off my dick when Sue pushed her thumb inside her ass. Her surprised, throaty, groans nearly made me spurt. Sue slid two fingers into Maria's slippery slit. After a few long strokes, she hooked her fingers in Maria's pussy and raised it to her mouth. 

To everyone's delight, she spread Maria's cheeks to show us all her alluring asshole and swollen cunt. Then Sue pushed her tongue inside Maria and made six people groan at once. My breathing went rapid, shallow and ragged as I approached climax. Maria moved a hand from my balls to Sue's crotch. She pushed Sue's skirt away, moved her panties aside and forcibly inserted two fingers into Sue's swollen, slippery snatch. Sue clearly exhibited her pale auburn fuzz and hardened clit for these strangers. She sharply sucked Maria's juices out of her pussy, causing her to inhale my cock and me to finally explode deep in her throat. She held her mouth on my cock as Sue licked deeper into her soggy cunt. She came again from Sue's licking and collapsed on both of us. Three naked men applauded! "Oh shit!"

Six very happy faces suddenly changed from relaxed and joyful to surprised when we heard the train whistle signal our approach to our 1st stop. Had an hour passed already? We had less than a minute before the doors would open to an unsuspecting horde. Sue held Maria's ass long enough to give her pussy one more long, decadent lick and kiss. Maria then kissed my dick, lovingly wrapped an arm around my neck and frenched me slowly. She rolled onto her back on our laps, splayed her legs wide and gave all of us our first clear view of her swollen pussy and heart-shaped bush. After a brief, model-like pause, she slid onto Sue's lap and tenderly frenched her too. "Thank you for inspiring us to create a life long memory." Sue whispered that we may not be done yet since I'd told her this was foreplay to something else. THAT got her attention!

The train slowed and we all began dressing deliberately, teasingly and reluctantly. When it pulled into the station, Maria and the three men were in facing seats at the end of the car. They wondered what I had planned and if I could do anything when more people joined us. Defiantly, daringly and with a crazed twinkle in her bright blue eyes, she slowly swirled her devilish tongue around each cock head and kissed each dick. She waited until right AFTER the train stopped to release their dicks and hide her tits. The men struggled to quickly stuff their still stiff shafts into their slacks between the 'WHOOSH' of the brakes and the silently sliding doors. After they all exchanged numbers, two of the men got off (the train) just as several people rushed in and grabbed the window seats.

Sue and I had barely claimed the facing seats across from Maria before the hot air rushed in. An old man, near ninety, wobbled in with his cane and a young aide. He walked the few feet before stopping next to Sue. Maybe it was her still loose shirt and bobbing nipples that got his attention, but he plopped down next to her. She wasn't happy about that.

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Nonagenarian Ch. 02



******* Chapter 2 ***** A tale of hope? ********* 

Sue and I had barely claimed the facing seats across from Maria before the hot air rushed in. An old man, near ninety, wobbled in with his cane and a young aide. He walked the few feet before stopping next to Sue. Maybe it was her still loose vest and bobbing nipples that got his attention, but he plopped down next to her. She wasn't happy about that.

The train took off gently and again rocked us soothingly. The old man soon introduced himself as Arthur and his aide as Ann. Ignoring our disinterest, he began telling us his day plan. Sue hurled an exasperated, annoyed look at me. I briefly pondered the townscapes flying past my window. They seemed to alternate between verdant, pastoral fields and busy cities overcrowding the tracks with curious faces straining to stare into the speeding trains.

Sue wrapped herself around my right arm and pulled herself as far from Art as possible. Doing so hiked her skirt and offered a brief peek at her panty. Ann, in the middle seat facing us, fought an embarrassed grin. But Art held a little smirk and a twinkle in his eyes that said 'I know what you've been up to.' Never underestimate old dudes. They've probably already done what we have yet to dream of! He drew us into chatting with him and had some interesting stories for us. Somehow, he went to sex related stories that got very daring very quickly. Her curiosity aroused, Sue was amused.

"Yup, it's been a long dry spell for me, ya knows. So I decided the next time I git it up, I'm gonna sheeeeeee-lac it. Permant like. Forgive me fur tawkin bout sex stuff with strangers, but I guess we ain't strangers no more. <wink> You knows why I picked this seat when dare are still so many uddas open? You'd believe me if I told you it was your pretty wife's sexy bosom, right? And I can't lie, I did notice all that cleavage on those tiny titties. Now don't git me wrong, I LIKE tiny tits. They don't sag so much as them big monster hooters. You'll see one day you'll be glad you wore a brassyair all dese young years. 

"Hope you don't mind my sayun, but what I can see of your hard nips sur looks tempting. But before I even saw dem, I knew I wuz sittin heah. There's a fresh scent of sex even an old geezer like me kin still catch. That aroma stirred up some very old memories and even woke up my pecker. I ain't felt it twitch like that in ten years. Thought it was dead, I did." A sudden lightness took over his face. "Ummmm, maybe you can do an old man a big favor and brush the rust off it before it snaps off? Nah, too much to ask, I knows. At ma age, I can be offensive and still forgivn. Hell, I ain't got nothin to lose and probly not many days left to ask. So, tell me, what WUZ you doin in heah before I got on? I mean egzactly."

Ann was visibly shocked and slyly admonished, "Now Art, that's none of our business. Just be happy I'm not one of those prudes who'd report these obviously playful people. Your surprisingly revived libido is a VERY good sign. Hell, I'll wipe and even wank 'little Art' for you when we get you home. I believe it's good therapy."

"Well Art, I guess there's no harm in telling you since you're on to us. You see that lovely woman in yellow?" I went on to tell him what all six of us did. His eyes stayed bulging and his tongue kept nervously swiping his lips until I was done. Sue was a little embarrassed and then noticed a little stirring in his pants. I waved to Maria and she waved a thumbs up back to us. 

We exchanged some racy jokes. He said the newest one he liked was 'When our CIC (Chimp-in-Charge) and Laura have sex, why is she ALWAYS on top?... Because George only knows how to fuck up.'  "Good one, Art." We then shared Sue's stories including her adventures in the library fund raiser, parks, teaching her sister to loosen up etc. 

Apparently, his pecker wasn't dead! He told of some of his exploits with group sex and even a Harem in Korea. I whispered in Sue's ear to follow my lead since I was now sure we could do something different with Arthur. We'd never considered playing with a nonagenarian and would not likely get the chance again.

"Art, I made some plans to give Sue some thrills today. On this train. Ten years since your last erection? If you don't mind my asking, how long since you had oral, or actual sex or even a climax? Would you mind if we pursued our fantasy? I think Sue would be very pleased if you would stay and watch. Am I right, Sue?"

"Well, I uhh, I still don't know what you planned, but now I have a good idea. I love the surprises and THIS is one I never expected or would have dreamed of. I like you, Art and it seems your experiences and attitudes are a match for us. So, FUCK ME, ooops I mean damn! I'm willing to try something new. I hope you WILL watch us. I'll show you my tiny titties and you can play with them as much as you like. We'll take it from there. I bet Maria will come help too."

"Ohh myyyy, TWO beautiful young women to enjoy! Ann, I hopes you be part o dis and make it THREE beauties. I wonders if anyone on board has some o dat Viagra. I guess I can't aks though. Well, my heart has just checked out fine and my teeth are permnantly locked down so, no worries! I have a few alchy wipes and breath mints too, in case anyone wus trubled. Don't worry none bout giving me a mercy fug. I don't expect that or think I can manage a real hardon anyway. I'm just thrilled itsa twitchin! I still manage a little climax a cupla times a month, by myself, if ya knows what I mean! Last real or oral sex? Hmmmm, at least twenty-five years. So that means I ain't got NO clap or STDs and Ann gave me a thurah sponge bait today."

Ann chimed in "ART!  I had no idea you still had any interest in sex."

"OK, Sue. Besides Art, you'll have to 'ignore' that new guy across the aisle and anyone who comes by. Come kiss me." With that, our mouths merged. Sue's very hard nipples told us something about the situation was turning her on. Between quiet moans, I saw Art staring up and down Sue's nearby body, bug eyed and leaning on his cane. It tapped with his shakes. When she turned toward me, Sue's skirt hem rose almost to panty level. Her creamy thighs were displayed just an inch from Art. I wondered how long he'd resist touching them. Curious what it would be like to fully share my beautiful young wife with such an older man, I pushed her back into her seat for Art's viewing pleasure. With our tongues still sharing warmth and moisture, I opened all her vest buttons and slipped her shirt off. Art and the aisle man, let's call him Ed, reacted. Art cautiously stroked her shoulder, under her strap then up her neck to her ear.

Sue playfully unsnapped her front opening bra and let it sit open. With a bold grin and a coy little shrug, the left cup completely fell away from a sweet little tit. Art twisted off his seat to stare at the fully exposed, young, firm mammary. He kept gently and uneasily stroking her shoulder, finally slipping her right strap off and letting the bra fall away. Now topless, both tits were hanging temptingly just inches from Art. I pinched her right nipple, caressed that tit, pointed it at Art then moved to her left one. 

Art immediately accepted our invitation to play. He slid his hand over her shoulder, down her arm then finally, lightly, onto her right tit. Her eyes popped, her mouth pursed slightly at his crude touch, but she didn't object, so he squeezed it then rolled her nipple. It stiffened for him and, bug eyed, he nervously licked his lips and blushed. Sue arched and pressed her chest against his hand. Maybe it was pride, or embarrassment or just arousal, but he was enjoying whatever it was. 

Across the aisle, a stunned Ed was squeezing his swollen dick thru his pants. Ann swallowed hard. With eyes LOCKED on Sue's exposed, hard nipples and Art's mouth now wetting one, her hand reached into her forest green, V-neck blouse. She pinched and twirled her hidden nips. Her surprising groan drew smiles from all, especially a hopeful Art.

Sue unzipped my pants and slipped her left hand inside to hold my bare dick. I felt her tense briefly, then noticed Art was sucking her tit. He shaped it into his mouth then bit her nipple and tugged it with his faux teeth. She moaned louder and unbuttoned my pants. With his teeth firmly pulling her nipple, his hands were free to explore more of her. He slid his shaky hands down her bared, sultry thigh to her knee, whispering how silky yet firm her skin felt. Her young, dense muscle was like something he'd forgotten about for three decades. Sue boldly slid my pants to my ankles. Art kept one hand on her low smooth back, the other slid up her thigh. He eyed my dick, growled on her nipple and aggressively pushed her skirt up. 

Ann gasped at the abrupt appearance of my rigid, damp cock. She boldly snapped open her bra and pulled one massive tit, with its very tall, dark and hard nipple, over her shirt. As if trying to keep pace with the unfolding debauchery, she turned so we could all admire it. She licked then presented it to me as if it were an offering. Her open-mouth, short breaths deepened, her other hand lifted her tan skirt so we could all see her sexy, white-mesh undy. It clung to her puffy, pouty pussy below her bushy, untrimmed, panty clad pubes. It was transparent where her moistness seeped thru. Art sprained an eyeball, stared and drooled as she began stroking her lovely cunt.

I watched Art nervously pull open Sue's legs and cautiously stroke her inner thigh. No one stopped him. I held her skirt up high and drew Art's attention to her bulging mons. He bumped her tiny-panty covered pussy, found her gash and slid his fingers up and down her moistening sex. I watched him cup and map her mound with his shaky hands. I heard his breathing quicken. While she jerked my dick, Sue reached back and squeezed Art's leg. She slid her hand to the small twitching area in his pants and found a bulge. 

"Art, I had her wear tiny, tight, string-tied panties so WE could easily untie them. Pull the short string like this. Now swing the front panel down, expose her bushy sex to us, and pull her cloak away from her pussy as she lifts her ass a little. Smell the sweet intoxicating aroma from the panties, then pass them to Ann and me. Look at her glistening, swollen lips. Look at her protruding clit and her lusty inner lips pushing out of her puffy outer lips. Now, Sue, become more aware of Art, Ed, Maria, me and Ann all staring intently at your essentially nude body. Recognize that all you're wearing is this bunched up skirt so your tits and pussy are exposed to us all. Do you FEEL the exposure? Art, open her sultry slit, help yourself to her sweet juices. Smell them. Taste them." 

"Ohhhhhhhhh, yessssss, I FEEL IT! I feel Art's hard, vibrating grip still on my nipple and I like it. I feel his gentle touch on my thigh and pussy and I LIKE it. I feel his bulging pants and your stiff dick and I like that too. It looks like Ed has also found his big, hard dick. He's pulled it out and is pointing it at me and may be asking me to blow him. MAYBE LATER, ED. Maria can help you now. I SEE Ann staring into my wet pussy. Art, drop your pants and wipe your dick with one of those pads. Get all the cob webs off! I'll hold it steady for you! Ann, take off your skirt and panties, NOW."

Maria, meanwhile, had sat next to Ed and discretely stripped everything off him, then off her curvaceous body. Low in the seat, she fucked herself and jerked Ed as he pinched her demanding nipples. Ann's and Art's 'forbidden' actions fascinated them. 

Ann's fingers were inside her panty and she was breathlessly, furiously, deep finger fucking her aching pussy. Ordered by Sue, she struggled to unzip, unfasten and slide her skirt off with one hand. Without missing a stroke, she lifted her ass much higher than necessary, brazenly offering her thickened mons to our sight then slid her drenched panty off and to her ankles. She held her hips high as she recklessly kicked off the skirt and panty then spread her legs in a full split to share her swollen, soaked snatch with us. Her sculptured inner lips were an animated, lusty, aromatic thing of beauty that her fluttering fingers dragged in and out, and in and out again. A small crowd formed behind me. I saw them in the mirror behind Ann. Besides a direct view of her amazing cunt, that same mirror let them watch Sue's sweet pussy and my dick at play.

Keeping her eyes squeezed closed and carefully getting on her knees on the seat so her tits were not exposed to the whole car, Sue pointed her ass at ART as she bent to my lap. I briefly wondered if she'd noticed the crowd around us now. Before she sucked my dick down her throat, she flipped her skirt onto her back and wiggled her ass in Art's face. To the delight of the silent crowd, he stroked her smooth and shapely bare ass. As she bent to suck me, he trailed his shaky fingers into her ass crack then spread her cheeks. Her tight little bung hole is hard to resist, and he didn't. He licked it several times before spreading her legs to admire her fragrant, wet, playful pussy from behind. Shortly his tongue was pushing into her swollen cunt, his nose pressed her back hole and two very shaky fingers pistoned her pussy.

"Oh, ART! Those fingers feel wonderful- like a small vibrating dick, but not quite the same. The cycles of vibrations are much less predictable and (gasp) so surprising. Touch my clit and go a little deeeeeeppp uhhh!" He did and that was enough to make her wail. Fortunately, she had my dick back in her mouth to muffle her scream. Yet, even the farthest people noticed. Her shocking, vibrating wail made me shoot three long, warm, wet spurts deep into her throat.

Maria squeezed Ed's balls and rubbed his raging rod. "Ed, if that's your real name or not, slide one finger into my pussy along my finger and get it wet. Yess, pump with me! Now push that finger deep into my ass and curl it... Ohhhh, yesss, press it against MY finger that's in my pussy.... jjjjjjjusst liiiiike thhhhhat.... and slide it in and out while keeping firm pressure Ohhhhhh, it feels like two small, VERY hard dicks in DP! Uhhhhhh!" That got our attention. Without interrupting our pleasures, we watched Ed and Maria as they built toward simultaneous orgasms. They muffled their shouts, breathed raggedly with wide open mouths, jerked spastically then collapsed, ...very still. We all paused in awed silence at their spirited performance. I was certainly impressed!

"We need to do THAT. Art, stick your vibrating fingers deep into my wife's throbbing pussy. When her pouty lips pulse, pinch her clit. Ann, slide your ass into the middle seat and lean toward me. I want you to get some of our attention too. Take off your shirt and bra so we can savor your big luscious tits with our eyes, hands and mouths. Now, lean toward Art, but leave your fiery pussy near me. Once you slip Art's pants and briefs off, squeeze his bare cock with your left hand. Lick the fingers of your right hand and quickly shove two of them into Sue's asshole as far as you can. Find Art's fingers inside her. Art, do you remember how to find a G spot?"

"Shoot! Half the fun is searchin for it."

"That's right! Well find it, then slide two fingers around it while you keep rubbing against Ann's fingers in Sue's ass. If Sue hasn't already cum by then, we can expect a surging, violent orgasm! Let's do it NOW!"

Awkwardly at first, we began our orchestrated assault on four bodies at once. The individual steps soon found their own timing and we melded our efforts seamlessly. Matching her pace, my fingers joined then replaced Ann's racing fingers inside her soft, soaked snatch. As I varied my thrusting in Ann, I heard Sue's reaction to Art's pinching her clit. She moaned long and low, then shuddered in a cursory climax. Her modest orgasm forced her to clench around my dick. She recovered and gulped my cock into the steamed heat of her throat. Her strenuous, twitching and sucking was too much for me to withstand. "Uuuhhhhhh!" My seed roiled from my spasming balls and roared thru my hardened hollow shaft into her warm welcoming belly. I paused, catching my breath while my now hypersensitive cock kept twitching, draining itself and yanking me off my seat. Yet, Sue kept sucking me gently.

To Sue's great delight, Art let his hand vibrate harder and deeper into her, still seeking her G spot. Ann PUMPED deeply into Sue's clenched anus and raised Sue's leg onto her hip to open her wider. She slid her fingers along the thin, moist internal barrier between Sue's rectum and pussy as Art pushed back. Sue lurched and inhaled my still sensitive shaft each time Art grazed near the edges of her swollen G spot. Ann learned the pattern and synchronized her pulsing to make Sue lurch harder and continue building to a crescendoing moan. No more than three minutes later, Sue exploded with a loud and barely muffled groan. She shuddered uncontrollably and squirted a small gush of her precious, sweet lava on Art and Ann. 

Her climax brought a surprising reaction from Art. A glob of REAL cum formed on Art's semi rigid dick. He stared at it in shock and his eyes misted with pride, and joy. Sue's continued tremors drew my still spastic shaft back into her throat. My balls sent their last reserve of cum hurtling into Sue as I desperately bit my arm to stifle my pained grunts.

When my eyes refocused, I saw Art and Ann still had their fingers sleeping stilly inside my wife, enjoying her warm moist twitching twat. Their eyes were closed as they lapped Sue's fragrant cunt juice off each other's faces, then hands. My four fingers began slowly exploring the depths of Ann's pussy. Eyes still closed, she moaned louder at my attentions.

Ann would later tell me that two things happened while I was 'dead'. "Art grasped your tender tool firmly for a minute. During that minute, you groaned and gasped deeply. He also squeezed a few drops of cum onto his shaky hand. When he saw he couldn't bring himself to taste it, he slipped those fingers in MY mouth, the wiped the wet remains on my cheek and lips. So in one tasty moment, I sampled you and Sue. I wiped my own pussy juice on his lips and face. THAT'S what we were licking when you 'woke' and saw us. THAT was my first taste of pussy - two at once - and you. Now you can see why I was so turned on!"

Ann and Art would later tell us that they felt these actions were mutually more intimate than if they'd actually fucked. Sharing my wife's nectar and her moist, warm internals was incredibly bonding.

Other than Maria and Ed across the aisle, I was the only one who noticed the small crowd of strangers clustered nearby. Apparently, we'd only been silent in our own minds. They stood in soundless awe, watching the six naked daredevils' performance. Most were not so secretly masturbating. When they saw me notice them, they grinned, blushed and did NOT stop. They were about to literally applaud our show, when I mouthed 'ONE MORE' and pointed to a restless Ann. 

Maybe in gratitude for caring for Art and allowing him to play with us, maybe because she had been somewhat reserved, I wanted her to cum hard. My fingers continued to earnestly and purposefully explore her crowd-pleasing, gaping pussy. Her thickened and sexily sculptured inner lips clung to my fingers as I pistoned them into her. She was still swollen and sensitive, so finding her G spot was easier than I expected. When they reached their limit the next time I slid my two fingers deep into her soggy cunt, I quickly twisted them UP. They grazed the edge of her G, forcing her eyes to pop WIDE open. I curled one finger as I spread it around her G and pressed firmly on both sides of it, curling and unfurling both fingers in their V shape around her swollen, beckoning G. Her mouth agape, silence screamed out from her lungs. Her dripping cunt crackled with energy and she collapsed onto the seats, half conscious.




Nonagenarian Ch. 02



Though I carefully slid my fingers out of her beautiful, intensely sensitive, engorged pussy, Ann gasped and lurched several times. Smirking stupidly, we all lay as we were, basking in our blissful high, as the train rocked us peacefully for many miles. We teased each other and told wild stories for the next 100+ naked miles. By the time we HAD to dress, clothes felt totally unnatural! I wished Ann and Art many happy, blissful, recurrences of our experience. Though I didn't expect to hear from them after our trip, we exchanged contact details and said goodbye several hours later. 

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Nonagenarian Ch. 03



**** Epilogue **** 

Though I carefully slid my fingers out of her beautiful, intensely sensitive, engorged pussy, Ann gasped and lurched several times. Smirking stupidly, we all lay as we were, basking in our blissful high, as the train rocked us peacefully for many miles. We teased each other and told wild stories for the next 100+ naked miles. By the time we HAD to dress, clothes felt totally unnatural! I wished Ann and Art many happy, blissful, recurrences of our experience. Though I didn't expect to hear from them after our trip, we exchanged contact details and said goodbye several hours later. 

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After many months, Sue heard from Art. He lived just over two hours from us and wanted to thank us again for the life changing experience. Wanting to show us something, he insisted we visit, so we arranged a weekend stay with him. His health had declined visibly and he spent most of his days in bed. Ann was still one of his aides. Her peers wondered why she was so elated to spend her time with Art. After much teasing, she shared the details of our trip and aroused their curiosity. 

Since our adventure, she'd continued to help Art with her special style of physical therapy. His drive and health determined how much and what kind of therapy he got, though he was getting one form or another every day. He looked forward to his daily finger exercises INSIDE his younger and younger aides. Yet he'd insist they provide twice daily circulation stimulation to at least one small part of his body. Once past the 'horror' of sex play with a wobbly man in his nineties, all the aides enjoyed their time with Art. His humor and zest inspired them; his skillful talents surprised them. Word spread, of course, and he quickly had a wait list for aides. Many would visit on their own time.

When the demands became too taxing, he decided to limit visits from friends of aides to just one a day. Ahhh, the sufferings of abundance! What a curse. His female visitors had to pay a price to be with his highness. They were required to strip for him and do their best to make little Art salute. In return they got his boney, disease free, vibrating fingers in their pussies and asses. They were delighted to feel his hard, warm, shaky gums on firm nips and clits. Explosive orgasms frequently surprised them when his finger vibes woo'd their G spots.

His relationship with Ann was forever changed. Before our encounter, it was a nearly dispassionate, bored aide and her burden patient. It became a caring, playful, even loving one filled with oral and digital sex. Ann told us she was inspired to demand more in her normal sex life with her squeeze and to be more adventurous. As a result, they were much more fulfilled. Art's well-worked dick lost some wrinkles and was moderately hard without drugs. Ann had even coaxed true ejaculations from his happy cock. Often, Art had two or three aides helping him because they were fascinated with watching such an old man cum. They felt his release was a thrilling personal victory and a quirky shattering of taboos. He insisted, of course, that they all let him handle and taste them in the process.

Art hadn't told us his NINETY-NINTH birthday was in the week before we call on him the first time. While visiting with him, Art asked to taste and toy with Sue's tiny tits again. She agreed, if HE would undress her. He did, she did. She stripped him and stroked his small dick to a surprising hardness. "You're much bigger and harder than you were on the train! I know Ann has been sucking your dick, but have you fucked her with this trooper?"

"Dare wuz a joke that useta haunt me - bout a ninedy-yea old geeza who wuz charged wid rape. But it didn't stand up in court. For too many yeaz, I wuz afraid dat wuz me. Hell, I'm not whut I uzed to be, but I'm so much moah dan I evah egspectd to be agin. Didn't sum outfit say 'be awl you kin be'? Dat's whea I am now and I gotta say I'm trilled.' The tear in his eye said a greater THANKS than words alone could ever say.

"Ann and da other aides think it be fun jerking an old man, sukin me off and even fingerin my ass. I knows they playin, but so am I! Dey seemz to like me likin their pussis too. But they frade to mount my dick. Maybe they worried bout the STD I ain't got, or they frade I'm gonna split them in two with this biggg fugin monsta! HA! Moh liklee, they be worrin bout gettin pergnament with my hundred yea spermz! I anin't got no swimmers. They be tired too. Just maybe they fraid fugin meez gonna kill me. Cum then croak? But I can't convink em dat I'm totly safe. No matta! This be da best sex I had in ova tirty years, so I'm smilin evry day!"

"That's all true. I even had his sperm tested, under another name, and know he can't impregnate anyone. But actual intercourse doesn't seem ethical. I don't mind swallowing his cum, and I do let him lick my pussy. He loves that." Sounds like some serious guilty rationalizing.

Art sat on his bed, dialing Sue's nipples and sucking her little tits. She had her feet spread wide on the floor so her tits lined up with his mouth. He reached past her navel, pet her pubes, circled her clit and split her gash with two shaky fingers. Sue sighed and threw her head back. Her little moan made me and Ann respond. Still comfortable with us, she shed her clothes and sauntered to me. As Ann undressed me, we watched Art finger fuck my young wife. He gently stoked Sue's pliant ass cheeks. 

Ann sat on my naked lap, "In the last year, I only had sex of any kind with my boyfriend...until our train trip. But I've only fucked one man in that time, until tonight. I want to fuck you desperately. Ever since you knocked me out on the train, I've dreamed about fucking you. Please let me." Hmm, no ethical concerns here! 

"Wow! No pressure, huh? You are an incredibly sexy woman. Beautiful in face, body and soul. You know Art appreciates your attention and I feel grateful for it to, for him. Resisting you can be very hard. Your boyfriend better appreciate these huge, perfect tits; this plush, curvy ass; and this incredible pussy. Sue was also very turned on by its sculpted beauty. I have to warn you, I want it all... I want to feast on your taut, tasty tits and succulent pussy with my eyes, nose, fingers and tongue. After I make you cum twice, I want to fuck you until you pass out. Are you OK with that?"

In answer, she grinned broadly and flushed brightly. With her back to my chest so we could watch my wife with Art, I caressed Ann's heavy tits. She wiggled against my stiffened cock and let it stand between her legs, then pressed it against her swelling lips. The surge of warmth where my hot dick and her pouty pussy merged drew simultaneous moans from both of us.

Sue and Art snapped their heads at our unified, lustful moan. His shaky fingers were deep inside Sue, exploring. Her sudden lurches told us when Art found her G-spot. She gasped and quickly evaluated Art's impressive little hardon. She'd had smaller cocks in her and now wanted to feel his living vibrator in her cunt. Having to chose between exhausting him by being under him, or possibly harming his brittle body by climbing on top, she decided to get on her knees on the bed with her face on the sheets. 

Offering him her steaming, fragrant cunt doggie style drew a demented GRUNT from Art. He draped his boney body over her back, then spread open her cheeks. He too found her butthole wildly lusty. He rubbed its velvety puckers before circling a moistened finger around it and sliding past her relaxed muscles. Once deep inside her ass, she felt his vibrations shaking her G spot from the other side of her barrier. He moved his stiff little dick against her glistening lips and split open her beautiful and protruding inner lips. 

Once his dick head felt the searing heat of my wife's wetness, he groaned loudly and nearly collapsed. Bracing himself by hooking his finger inside Sue's ass, he jerked his other hand from her hip to the bed post to support himself. He nevertheless arched his hips to thrust deeper into Sue's cock magnet. Instantly, all FOUR stiff inches vanished inside her slippery snatch. With her ass steeply in the air, the angle was right for even a small dick to tease her clit and slide into her G. Sue shook, eeeeeked and shuttered in orgasmic surprise. Art grimaced, then grunted hard three times trying to sling his spunk into Sue's hollowed out cunt. He fell onto his side on the bed with a broad shit-eating grin of satisfaction.

Sue and I visited Art several times so she could experience his unique talents. I taped them twice. She couldn't describe exactly why his gums and fingers felt so much better than a vibrator on the same spots. We can imagine empathically some of the reasons. Maybe it was the extra taboo of his age or anxiety that she could kill him with her pussy?

By our third visit, Art's confidence was at an all time high. I watched and listened to Sue each time she built to a howling, keening, gushing orgasm that flooded Art's grateful, grinning face. Once, still awed, I didn't notice I'd stopped jerking off just before my climax. Another aide, mostly dressed, was staring at us and grinning. Her legs were sprawled out in front of me, fingers still pistoning her swollen, dripping cunt. When Sue and Art saw me frozen, yet still choking my purple-headed chicken, she whispered to Art. He shook his head a firm NO. "Have you ever?" she asked. Again a firm NO. "So why not now?" No response.... a short delay later he shrugged.... then conceded. To what?

They turned silently to me. Still in perfect synch, their eyes dropped slowly to my hand that was still strangling my cock, then back up to my eyes. "Oh no! Nope! I can see what you're thinking. NO!" The aide let all her disheveled clothes fall off as she approached me. Why was she grinning? She and Sue reached me at the same moment. They silently pulled me up, peeled my shirt off and let my pants fall away. My rigid rod naturally sprang out and lead my way.

What were they up to? Sue ran her fingers over my cheeks, into my crack and teasingly against my rear hole. Beth slid her free hand up my thighs, feathered my balls then LOCKED onto my still strained dick. She squeezed and pulled its hardness to Sue's giddy delight. Did they want our threesome for Art's cardio program? With all his experience, a minor little threesome couldn't be so special. Beth pulled my turgid cock toward the bed and I decide to follow it. With Sue's fingers inside my ass, I had no clear thoughts. Four of us were now on the bed naked. The two women flanked me, moved me to my knees and pointed my dick at Art. "Oh no, uh uh... what are you asking Art to do?"

"Have you ever jerked off another man, shakey or not?" Art's sheepish shrug told me this wasn't his idea. I had my kinky wife to thank for this. Beth pulled me forward and relinquished my rigid dick to Art. He'd squeezed it before, on the train, so his vacillating grip was vaguely familiar to me. It was brief then, but this time I knew it wouldn't be. I rationalized that a hand was still a hand - male or female. But then so was a mouth and an asshole. I wasn't sure I wanted to take ANY of those steps down that path. The first step was already beyond my choice. Art had a firm grip on my cock with ninety-nine year old bones and muscles. It had started to deflate, but his shakes sent some twists and uneven jerks I would never have done on my own.

I was already near my climax, so Art's few shaky jerks quickly put me over the top despite my misgivings. Then he surprised us all. He let my first gush fly onto his hands, chest and legs. Overcoming obvious hesitation, he leaned onto me and caught my second spurt in his mouth! "ART! What...." Before I could finish, he sucked my still spurting dick deeper into his mouth. His vibrating jaw made me spastic and sent two more spurts down his throat before I could regain control. "Art! Are you OK?"

"Sure. That's sumthin I neva done in ninety-nine years! I wuz always afraid to try and afraid what uddaz wood say. Well, fug um! I let my curiohsiti win and I'm glad I did. It wernt so bad neider. Not much left now I haven't done!" I didn't know what to say. So I shut up and decided to sleep on my thoughts.

Epilogue:

We heard from Art every month until his death at 101.... He stayed sexually active, to varying degrees, until he died. We learned that HE decided to further limit visits from friends of aides to one every other day... Too many wanted to be part of the miracle man's RIPLEY records.

He'd often said, in his own special way, that we inspired him to a degree of bliss he had no expectation of ever achieving again. In truth, HE inspired US and everyone who's heard this story. If there's a moral here, maybe it's this:

Listen to, learn from and respect our elders and their wisdom.

It's a lesson I'd heard since I was a child. As most did, I didn't pay much attention. When I met Art, it became a lesson I never again forgot. Forty happy years after that impromptu train adventure, and many other fun trips I preserved in my secret diary, I lost Sue to disease. Despite my still high sex drive, I was so heartbroken I couldn't consider any form of dating. For nine long years, I was a depressed recluse. Then it was my turn to depend on aides for my daily activities. My first three were prudish women with no sense of humor. They made each day a dull eternity. The fourth, MaryAnn, reminded me of Ann. We got on famously and my spirits rose. After some racy teasing, I fondly told her about our adventures with Art way back in August of 2007. Was it a coincidence that she was born that same month?

Maybe it was her female intuition, but after I shared the intimate details of that long ago train adventure, she insisted I call her ANN. She pointed out that she had been handling my dick since our day one during sponge and later full baths. If I hadn't told her Art's story, she would have never mentioned the improvement in my circulation evidenced by the mild dick throbbing she noticed. Encouraged by my experience, she massaged my dick to a reasonable firmness and kept massaging until I had my first ejaculation in several years. 

MY Ann wasn't willing to go as far as Art's Ann did, well... not for two months. I finally persuaded her to bathe with me and let me enjoy her body. Though my fingers didn't shake much, they stayed hard much longer than my dick could and I used them to happily reward her kindness with frequent orgasms. At this old age, I went to two doctors to lower my sex drive... since it was mostly in my head. MaryAnn said it was still too high! Ouch! Was that an insult?

Our evolving relationship was modeled on Art's. She and her most trusted coworkers provided frequent oral and manual orgasms with many semi-successful, though low impact, cock in pussy encounters. We rode the trains often, looking for the new generation of Sue and me. We never found 'me' there.

With no commitments and occasional forays into public sex, my final years have been much more satisfying than I had any right to expect. I asked Ann and her friends how I could express my gratitude since I had nothing left to will to them. Ann said I should tell Art's story to all who might listen and learn. Using WordPerfect version 46 with accurate thought to text feature, I tackled the challenge. 

I leave this story to my sons and their children and to all who take the time to learn the morals it holds. My gift of gratitude will not be published until after my death. It's time. 65 years after meeting Art, I'm now on my deathbed and wish you the happiness I found in my last years. Just in case I was too subtle, and because the other significant moral in our stories is much too important to leave to chance, forgive me for stating it plainly: 

There's hope for new beginnings, even for ordinary people like us. Thanks Art.

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