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Sex at Senior Living Center Ch. 02

By: jonusstory



Sated by sex and emotionally drained by the excitement generated at the Club party, Harry and Marie drifted off to sleep, snuggling together. During the night they stirred, each rising for a call of nature, as older folks are wont to do. Sitting on the john, Marie thought about waking Harry by sucking him to consciousness and then mounting him, as she was curious to learn sooner than later if he was a good cocksman, as well as a fantastic pussy-eater, but she opted to shoot for a more leisurely bout of sex later in the morning. She had no problem dosing off again around 3 AM but was suddenly awakened several hours later by the persistent ringing of the phone in her kitchen. 

"Who could that possibly be?" Marie asked herself in the fog of waking up abruptly. Then it dawned on her and she dashed worriedly to the phone. Her daughter was pregnant but she was not due for at least a couple of weeks.

"Mom," she heard her son anxiously say, "Chris is going to have to undergo a C section this morning. She's at the hospital now." Marie could hear her son panicking, as it was their first child. 

"Andy, be calm. I'll get to the hospital as soon as I can." 

"Thanks, Mom. I can use all the help I can."

Marie was faced with a quandary, considering Harry was still in her bed. But family comes first. His reaction to her sudden departure would let her take the measure of the man. Rousing Harry from a sound sleep, she told him about the situation. 

"Harry, I'm going to have to shoo you out soon. I have to shower, dress, pack, eat a quick bite and be on the road. I'll stay a few days until Chris is on her feet. Sorry, we could not spend more time together," she said. 

Harry could tell she was sincere. Although he was disappointed, he assured her that he understood perfectly and was eager to pick up where they had left off.

"Harry, do me a favor. Wait until I shower and put something on. I'll retrieve the morning paper to check out if the coast is clear so you can then walk down the fire escape exit a few doors down the hall. A girl has to protect her reputation," she laughed. (Marie said this lightly but she was concerned about keeping up appearances among the senior residents who were not Club members.) 

"Anything to protect a lady's honor," Harry teased. The plan worked out smoothly. Marie gave Harry a hug and peck on the cheek, and playing patted him on his butt as he slinked out the door. 

After Harry showered at home, he changed clothes, gathered up his own morning paper and headed to the dining room for a breakfast. He wondered if he would spot any of the people he ran across at the Club the previous night. Setting his tray down at a table for two, he glanced around but could not recognize anyone. Either they were still cavorting in the morning or maybe skipping breakfast. 

Chewing on a piece of toast after finishing off a large bowl of oatmeal, he thought back on his evening with Marie. He felt good about her, and was really keen to see her as soon as he could, but then one of his old hang-ups kicked in. Did he really want to get emotionally involved with a woman who probably had multiple sex partners? Harry was open-minded about casual flings, but he was strictly a one-woman man when he felt seriously about someone. And Marie was a woman he thought could be that person. 

Harry was still mulling over his night with Marie and his experience at the Club when he saw his neighbor Pete sauntering in. After loading down his tray with two full plates, Pete headed toward Harry's table. That did not surprise Harry, considering the fact that Pete was a huge man, nearly 6 foot four inches tall and probably weighed well over 250 pounds. He probably had a huge sexual appetite, too, Harry speculated. 

"Mind if I join you, Harry. I dislike eating alone," Pete asked. 

"Not at all, Pete. I could use the company," Harry said. (Pete was one of the few men Harry had met at the residence. They chatted occasionally but Harry did not know he was a member of the Club until he saw him there the previous evening.) 

"Sure thing, Harry. Let me plough through this food and then we relax with our coffees." 

Harry hesitated, because he was not sure how to broach the topic of the Club and the concerns he was now having about it. Pete broke the ice for him. 

"How are you getting along. Have you been able to meet new people? I saw you at last Friday's cocktail party upstairs chatting with the three sisters. They're a good start. Lots of fun very sociable." 

" I have met a few couples and several of the single women," Harry cautiously said. "I did not see you at the cocktail party but could not help noticing you talking to a rather striking woman last night." 

"Oh, you mean Hannah. You are a gentlemen to say so. Hannah is a big woman, well-stacked and voluptuous. We get along well. Because of my size, I am one of the few single men around with whom she feels compatible. So, you're a new member. No need to tip toe around talking about our gatherings. You probably heard some things about Hannah. Most are true. She is a good-hearted, fun-loving woman with a ribald sense of humor. She feels her oats now and then but there aren't many men who can satisfy her. That is why she plays the field so much. Whatever bad rumors you may have heard were sour grapes by men whom she has turned down or rejected as poor lovers. The fact is that she is an incredibly hot piece of ass with the right man. You should meet her. She is an engaging conversationalist." 

"Let me make an observation, Harry," Pete felt compelled to add. "You're an old school guy. You do not have to worry about giving away confidences. Everyone last night was trying to get laid. That is why we attend these parties. You can be as discreet or open as you wish. Eventually, you'll be able to figure out who is pairing up, and who is available , and people will be aware of your preferences, too." Pete explained. 

"To be honest, Pete, I found the whole evening a little overwhelming and am still not sure of the ground rules. I am not even sure now if I fit in the group. I was enthusiastic initially but I have some reservations to overcome." 

"Spell them out, Harry. You might start by explaining what you are looking for. " Pete was being supportive, so Harry decided to lay out his concerns. 

"Pete, I joined the community because I needed to find female companionship and heard from my brother that this is a good place to find some open-minded and frisky women. The Club is a bonus. It is a sure fire way to have sex often but I am a little hesitant about just being one more in a long line of men available to service the women. I am much more comfortable with finding a steady sex partner. I am not sure that is practical at the Club. It seems to me that the women do not want to be tied down with just one sex partner. Nor is that the pattern at the Club, which seems like a sexual version of musical chairs. I do not think I can adjust to bouncing from one women to another." 

"Harry, membership in the Club is far more flexible than you think. That is why we wear badges at our monthly gatherings to signal our druthers. It is perfectly fine to stick with one of two people or with a couple or two you like for threesomes, if that is an option you want to explore. We have single men and women who are civil unions - they live separately but commit themselves to each other. They show up for the socializing and the chance to engage in some risqué conversation or to watch the shenanigans. We get to know each other's interests and respect them. I do not know whom else you have met, but Marie, for example, is a fine lady. A lot of fun and very discreet. She is very selective. I do not think she has a steady male friend but as a member of the Club she undoubtedly has had a few partners. You got to get used to the idea that anyone you date here has had and, will probably have, other relationships. " 

"I must confess something else, Pete. I thought I might expand my experiences. I've been with a few couples and liked being with them. But that was on a discreet basis. Here it is like being in a fishbowl. I want to spread my wings a bit but was not prepared for a big audience." 

"Hell, Harry. The Club is just a meeting ground for a lot of people receptive to almost anything. And on any level of privacy. If you want to meet a woman or a couple discreetly, that is easy enough to arrange. Just like you used to do it when you were single and wary about people knowing who you were screwing. You size up people at the Club then contact them later. No problem. The only difference between dating here at our Club and in the broader community is that at our gatherings you know all the women put out, whereas otherwise you have to put in a lot of effort and tact to score. It's basics, Harry. Relax." 

Harry did not know if anyone other than Kate had seen Harry and Marie take off together, as everyone seemed preoccupied by the time they had hooked up, so he thought he would not tell Pete about her just yet. He was never one to talk about the women in his life, even short affairs, and he did not plan to break the habit, unless it was pointless not to do so. 

"Harry, since you are interested in trying something new, I have a proposal. Hannah has been asking me about finding another male for a DP. That is something she has never done and it is on her bucket list. That is what we were talking about last night. I'm an obvious choice for the bottom of the sandwich so she sounded me out. Are you interested? You do know what that is, don't you?"

"Maybe, to the first question; I have just read about the other. I have no personal experience.

It's not that I am not willing to try. If it is just a lark, a one-time thing, I may consider it but Hannah is taller than I am and pretty hefty. She looks like more than I can handle. And how do you even know she would be interested in me." 

"Good point. Let's call her now and find out. But we better move outside so no one can hear us." 

On an empty side terrace of the dining area, Pete used his cell phone to call Harrah. 

"Hi, big guy," she giggled as she answered the call recognizing his number on the screen. Found anyone to join us yet?" 

"Mission accomplished. I've got him here on speaker phone. " 

"Sounds great. Who is he? Do I know him?" 

"No, he's new and a little squeamish. He thinks you may be too formidable so you are going to have to persuade him," Pete teased. "His name is Harry." 

"Hi, Harry," Hannah said cheerfully. "I'm a handful, I know. But you will not regret it. Something to tell your grandchildren," she laughed. 

"OK, Hannah, let's cut to the chase." Pete proposed they all meet and see if they were compatible. 

"What are you guys doing tomorrow afternoon?" Hannah asked. 

Nothing else was on their calendars for Monday afternoon, so they agreed to meet at 3PM at Hannah's apartment. 

"Harry, let's be serious for a moment. Meeting Hannah is not a commitment to join us in a threesome. We'll have a few drinks and laughs, and take it from there. She's pretty candid and will let you know politely if you do not appeal to her. You can back off, too, and no feelings will be hurt." 

Later on Sunday afternoon, , Harry surfed the net for more information and tips on DP's. He was actually not enthusiastic about it considering the imposing figure of Hannah but nonetheless he was intrigued, considering Pete's description of her sexual appetite and lack of inhibitions. He rationalized that this was nothing serious and would not impair his budding relationship with Marie. 

Pete picked up Harry and they made their way to Hannah's apartment. She greeted them, barefoot , wearing a thick white, knee-length terrycloth robe. "So this is Harry," Hannah smiled and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. "Your're a cute little fella." 

She led the way to her living area, gesturing that they take a seat, and took their drink orders. There was an oversized couch before a low coffee table with comfortable chairs on two sides. Pete took a place near the middle of the couch and Harry sat down in one of the chairs. While Hannah was busy in the kitchen he had a chance to go over first impressions. 

She was taller than he was by about two inches. She must be close to six feet. But she was not as heavy as he had thought. Rather she was a large-boned women with some extra pounds. She had slender ankles and legs, large hips and broad shoulders and a fairly narrow waist. That was all he could tell about her frame for the moment except she must have very large breasts. She was a pretty woman, with good skin color, a wide smile and sparkling green eyes that complemented her chestnut-colored hair - undoubtedly dyed - tied in a piggy tail. Harry guessed she was in her late 60's. She had the usual signs of aging, sagging chin, folds under her eyes and a slight stoop, but all in all she was quite a good-looking and desirable woman. Harry was getting very interested in learning what was under the terrycloth robe.

Clara returned and passed out drinks - they had all decided to start with vodka tonics - and put some snacks in the middle of the coffee table. She sat close to Pete on the couch.

"These should help us relax," Hannah commented and raised her glass. "Cheers to us." She arranged herself sitting slightly turned towards Pete, her legs folded under, which caused her robe to slip up a bit revealing her knees and a bit of her upper thighs. Both Pete and Harry could now see her cleavage. 

As Pete had mentioned, Hannah was good at leading a conversation. She asked questions about Harry's background but was not intrusive and paid close attention to his remarks. As did Pete, Hannah asked if he had gotten settled and was able to develop a social life. She offered to introduce him to some women and couples at the next Friday cocktail party. 

" I will let you know which ones swing and which ones are fair game. It will save you the trouble of trolling around the compound or at the Club gathering next month. Most of the women around the Senior Center are interested in a little male companionship. Whether they are in the Club or not, they are too old to play games and will let know from the start if they want a sex partner, especially the married ones. They are the horniest of all, believe it or not. In most cases, they are frustrated because their husbands are not able to give him a good loving. You will be up to your ears in pussy," Hannah laughed.

Harry liked a no-nonsense, out-spoken woman. He told her that he would take her up on her offer. There was no harm in meeting other women until he had ascertained if Marie was someone he could focus on. 

Pete piped in that Harry was also interested in threesomes and now was a good time to find out if everyone was in synch about having a DP. He added that this was Harry's as well as Hannah's maiden voyage. Hannah could say aye or nay if she preferred breaking in with a more experienced or physically larger man. 

" Well, Harry you are a good-looking man. And you are nice and polite. I do not mind giving it a whirl with someone your size. But how about you? Do you like what you see so far?," Hannah asked.

Getting into the spirit of the moment, Harry replied: "The packing is enticing, but I'd like to see more of the contents."

"Oh, we have a player, Pete!" With that remark she shrugged off the upper part of her robe and asked: "What do you think of these?" 

On display was a set of the heaviest tits Harry had ever seen up close. Sure, they sagged somewhat, but they were well-formed and had large nipples. 

"They're gorgeous, Hannah!" Harry exclaimed. "How large are they?" 

"I am glad to know you like my 42 DD's . Why don't you just sit beside us so you can get a closer look." 

The die was now cast. Harry was mesmerized by her tits. He wanted to rest his head between them and leisurely suck the nipples. He moved to sit beside her while Hannah turned to Pete and opened his zipper. She pulled out his cock and Harry was impressed. The threesome had commenced spontaneously.

They started off with Hannah's taking turns masturbating and necking with the guys. Her tongue was like a darting snake. Harry had never been so deep-throated before. And Pete was right, she was very hot and made lots of sexy sounds. 

"You guys are getting turned on enough," Hannah sighed. "I got to suck some cock!" Get those pants and shorts off," She ordered.

At the same time she stood up and doffed her robe. Harry was in awe. What a body! Her large breasts stood out more sharply and her broad hips were made for comfort. She had a heavy, light brown bush which revealed the outline of flappy lips and she was already wet! Her tummy was large but not obscenely so. Rather sexy. She was Earth Mother. Rather Earth Grandmother. 

The guys complied and Hannah bent before them on her knees. Hannah took turns pleasuring them. Harry was chagrined when he saw Pete's cock . "Damn," he exclaimed to himself. "That monster must be nine or 10 inches long and very thick. How can I compete with that."

Sensing what Harry must be thinking, Hannah said between licking his shaft and tongue batting the tip: " You have a great cock! It fits perfectly in my mouth! Ummm. Hot damn." And she proceeded to grunt and moan while sucking him.

She was more vocal with Pete. "You big son of a bitch. I love this cock so goddamn much! oooooh, shit Pete. It's so beautiful!"

Hannah kept up her internal groans and comments and the guys were not far behind. Pete grunted and Harry began to get really uninhibited. "Hannah, you suck me so goooood. Your mouth is like a hot pussy." Harry was breathing hard now. He lost track of Pete's reactions ; he concentrated on staying hard and not going off prematurely.

Hannah saw that Harry was starting to ooze precum and Pete was as hard as she had every seen him. She felt the wetness emerging in her crotch and knew the moment was right to have those lovely cocks in her holes. 

" I think it's time we fucked," she gasped. "I need to cum bad. Get ready for me, fellas! "

Hannah reached into the pocket of her robe strewn on the floor and took out a tube of KYJelly, which she tossed to Harry. " Please grease yourself up and be ready to take my ass when I ask you . Don't be afraid to ram it in me hard. You will not hurt me," she begged.

Harry stood aside and watched with awe how all the pieces of the action were coming together. Pete slouched in the couch and formed a broad lap for Hannah to mount. He also spread his legs, so Harry could step easily behind her when she was impaled on his cock.

Hannah straddled Pete. her knees bent and dug into the couch. She guided his huge cock inside her, and moaned. "Oh that is so goooood, Pete. My pussy is hot for you! I am going to fuck your brains out."

She then leaned forward and braced her hands on the back of he couch for leverage, and Harry watched as she bounced up and down Pete's shaft and wriggled her ass from side to side as she did it. She was setting a fast pace, and sobbing and moaning as she did it. " Fuck me! Fuck me! Give it to me harder. Faster, Faster! Bite my tits you bastard. Don't let up!"

Harry had not seen a woman be so aggressive, except in a porn film and he thought that was faked. He did not know what to do at the moment except to watch the action.

"I'm ready for you now Harry!" Hannah screamed.. " Give it to me in the ass! "Tear my ass apart. Give it to me good." Just rape that asshole!"

Harry did not need any further encouragement. He positioned himself behind Hannah's swinging hips and soft, flappy cheeks and probed her depths with his trembling cock. It was like poking a moving target but he hit home with a quick thrust and Hannah screamed in delight. He grabbed her hips and pressed close to keep his cock imbedded and fucked her with short strokes - which was the only way he could see he could fuck her ass and keep his cock inside her.


Sex at Senior Living Center Ch. 02



Hannah was now ecstatic: "You sweet fuckers! My pussy and ass are steaming hot! I'm getting to the top, you bastards! Eeeh! Eeeh! she screamed. "Don't any of you dare pull out! I want to feel your cum spurt inside me!"

Invisible to Harry, Pete was doing his part to keep the action going. "Goddamn , Hannah. You hot bitch! Work that cunt more!" 

Harry could tell that Pete had wrapped his arms around Hannah's waist to insure his cock did not slip out. He did his part in getting her hotter. He reached under her bobbing body and groped for her nipples. He timed the motion of her swaying tits to grab her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. He pinched them and yanked hard.

Hannah exploded: "Oh sweet God! You wonderful fucks! You fucks! Here I goooo! I'm cuuuuuming! She yowled out her climax and screamed for endless seconds . Convulsions ran through her body. They extended to the ring of her asshole and Harry followed with his own climax.

"Oh my fucking Goood!" moaned Harry and he dumped a big spurt of cum in Hannah's ass, which triggered another climax from her.

" Jesus H, you know what, you little fucker! Oooooh!" she moaned, gasping breath. But the best part of their DP was just ahead.

Pete was under extreme sexual tension. He was squashed between bodies and could hardly move. He felt like he was in bondage. Hannah was still impaled on his stiff cock and the convulsions in her pussy muscles were exciting him to the point of his needing desperate relief. She had him in a pussy lip lock. But she was a dead weight inhibiting him from getting off without doing serious damage to his cock. She did not move because she was exhausted, still getting off the high of two climaxes.

Harry relieved some of the pressure on Pete by rolling off. He stood on shaky legs gaping at these two large people still locked in an embrace. Hannah was saying haltingly that she needed to catch her breath. Harry could see twitches ripple over her body.

With some wriggle room, Pete sets actions going again. He wedged one large paw between their bodies and began to work on her clit to stir her movements.

"Do you want to cum together? Huh? Huh?" Pete grunted.

"Yeah, Yeah! Let's do it." And encouraged by that thought and Pete's hand massaging her clit, she braced her hands once more against the back of the couch and move her pussy against Pete's cock and gave in to his hand on her clit.

Pete withdrew his hand and began slapping Hannah's ass. She got into motion once again. 

"You got me, Pete. You got me, baby. Tell me when you are ready," she grunted. 

Pete could not hold out anymore . She was milking him to the point of forcefully drawing the cum from his cock. 

Pete roared out his climax, twisting his neck so sharply to the left that Harry could see the artery on his neck bulging. He thrust his hips up mightily and came so hard that it caused Hannah to bounce her clit against his groin and cum instantly with the loudest and shrillest scream of the day. Hunkering down with her head beside him she spate out a flurry of grunting, almost incomprehensible words of gratitude. Catching her breathe, she cradled his head and kissed him lovingly. Harry was transfixed. It was primitive lust. 

Hannah was immediately aware of Harry's presence and turned to him with a smile. "You gave me a lot of pleasure, too. For a little fellow, you fucked my ass well. Thank you." She then sighed and nuzzled Pete some more.

Harry thought it wise to dress and leave Pete and Hannah to continue whatever they wanted to do. Whatever they might still have in mind, he did not think he could take any more of it, either physically or emotionally. As he was leaving, Pete shouted: "Great job'. Let's talk soon!"

He literally hobbled out the door as he felt the bursitis in his left hip acting up. When this happened after too much strenuous activity it was best to take some pain pills and cool out for awhile. If necessary he might have to make an appointment with his physician for another round of cortisone injections. "Maybe I can get a purple heart from the Club.. Perhaps with oak leaf clusters since that was a cluster fuck," he quipped to himself. To be continued.



Sex at Senior Living Center Ch. 03



Marie arrived at the hospital in plenty of time to stand by while her grandchild, a girl, was being delivered. It was not an easy delivery as her daughter Chris was a petite woman with a weak constitution. Mother and baby were kept in the hospital for two days and Marie was busy making preparations for their return home. She took a few minutes to keep her friends Kate and Janey informed. She asked them to pass the word to their other friends.

On Tuesday afternoon, Chris and her baby came home. It was clear they needed a lot of help. Marie agreed that she would remain to help care for them until the other grandmother and some of the siblings in the family showed up during the coming weekend to take over. It was not until Wednesday morning that Marie took a breather. With Chris and her baby ensconced in an upstairs bedroom, Marie closeted herself in a downstairs den and called her friends, starting with Kate. She brought Kate up to date on her family and then Kate pitched in. 

"I am so glad you called. We have tons to talk about. Do you have a lot of time and privacy?" asked Kate. "Because you will need it." 

Assured of that, Kate began talking about the Club gathering on Saturday night. 

"I was making out great with Tom, while his wife Sue was necking up a storm with Mary Lynn. As you know I've been with Tom and Sue several times. Sue likes to watch me and Tom having sex , but sometimes we tag team him by giving him a blow job to get him hard. He can last a long time afterwards but is only good for one ejaculation so I don't ever suck him off. She's bisexual you know but she knows I'm not , so she always backed off doing anything much else. She's a voyeur, so she basically brings herself off when I and Tom get into it hot and heavy. This was my first time in a foursome." 

"We all went to their villa. It was really sexy. While Tom and I were pleasuring each other and fucking in one bedroom, Sue and Mary Lynn were making love in the next one across the hall. They kept the door wide open, so we could hear them and they could hear us. Those women were really enjoying themselves and it made me horny as hell. At one point, I came while Tom was eating me out and I heard Sue screaming. Those women were insatiable. I got so wet listening to them that I had one orgasm right after another without too much effort on Tom's part. He is a good lover but the background sex made me respond even better. I felt somehow deprived and was almost ready to go next door and eat some pussy myself. Tom even suggested it as he wanted to try eating Mary Lynn's pussy and he told me Sue was keen to go down on me. I am giving serious thought to taking her up on the offer. We might do a same-room foursome next time, which would make it easier for me to be with her, once I am wound up. " 

"But I was concerned about you. I saw you wandering around the club with Mr. Muffdiver. I lost track of you in the crowd as Tom's hands were keeping me distracted. Did you end up with a date?"

"Yes, I did. With Mr. Muffdiver. He earns that nickname. The man gave me just about the best climax I have ever had. I actually lost consciousness for a few seconds. It was a mind-blowing experience. He explained that he had given me a "Hummer." 

"What's a Hummer? I never heard of that."

"Well, look it up. I won't go into the details. You can find it on the web. I recommend it for special occasions." 

"Well, was he also a good screw?" Kate asked. 

"We never got that far. After I returned the favor and gave him a blow job, we were so spent we went to sleep. I thought I should give him some rest and screw him in the morning, but you know what happened then." 

" I have a confession to make. I swallowed for the first time." 

"Really? " Kate was surprised. "Why did you decide to go for it?"

" I was just overcome with gratitude for the "Hummer." I had thought about it in the past many times. I just held back because it sounded so icky. This time I felt the time was right and I really wanted to find out why so many women want to do it. It was a great sensation. I felt empowered and in control, just as a man probably feels when he is bringing a woman to climax. The taste was not what I had expected. It was like swallowing nutty-flavored gobs of vanilla yoghurt. More like lemon-colored actually. He tasted good." 

"All men have slightly different tastes, Marie. Janey and I have talked about it. She thinks a man's cum has as many flavors, tastes and colors as wine. It depends on what they eat and drink and how virile they are. I don't suck a lot of men off. You know that the men we date are lucky enough to get one erection." 

"And, let's say it together, Marie," Kate added and requested: 

Kate's and Marie's voices harmonized: "Cum belongs inside a pussy!" They giggled, as they had said in the past that they do not like men squirting on their faces or bodies, so they devised this little jingle.

"So what's your next step?" Kate asked. 

" I have the sense that Harry is looking for a companion as well as a bed partner, so I'll suggest when we see each other again that we have lunch or dinner and get to know each better."

"Don't tell, me, " Kate interrupted. "You want the whole package."

"Well, that's right. I have had the best sex after leisurely dinners or walks with a man, followed by going to bed with him." 

"Kate, I got to check on Chris and the Baby. We'll talk soon." And that ended their conversation. 

Later in the day, Kate called Janey and got caught up on her life. Janey's date from the Club was also a first. The three sisters had completed a trifecta. 

"Maire, I was so horny I let one of the married guys talk me into anal sex. You know him. Henry Park. We all call him Hank. His wife Betty is in poor health. She accompanies him to the gatherings once in a while but seldom takes part in the action. I saw him standing alone at the bar when I left you to pick up a drink. You know me; I am a bit sarcastic with the men. 

I said to him: ' Hank, where's Betty, don't tell me you no longer need her to hold your hand when you are on the prowl.'

'Oh, hello, Janey. Sassy as ever. Betty is not doing so well. She encouraged me to go out and have some fun. Interested? ' 

"Marie, I had never taken Hank seriously before. He is a nice enough man. He is tall and lanky, and looks fit but it gave me the creeps the way Betty always seemed to select his partners," Janey said. "I asked him what saw in me, and I was startled," Janey told Marie.

'Janey, I have always admired your ass.' he told me. I like the way it jiggles when you walk. I'd like to take it.' 

'You mean anal sex,' I hesitated and cautiously asked him. And sort of wrinkled my brow. 

'Yes, from your response, I think your ass is virgin and it would thrill me to break you in. Talk to any woman who does anal sex and she will tell you that orgasms are very intense with anal sex.' 

"Marie, I was on my third drink by then and up for something new. I knew enough about anal sex to know I would have to take precautions, before we actually did it." 

'Hank, I'll give it a whirl but I have to go home and get ready for you,' I told him. "I think you know what I mean.' 

'That's fine, Janey. I'll go home and check on Betty. Call me when you are all set.'

"Marie, I had to take two enemas before I felt totally cleaned out. I did not want to have an accident. That took about an hour and a half before I gave him a call."

"It was all he said it was. He positioned me on my side . I had my legs slightly tucked in and one crossed over to give him a wider opening. My cheeks are a bit flappy, so I used my free hand to pull one cheek aside to open myself even wider. He penetrated me only partially. He was well lubricated so I felt only mild resistance before he popped through my anal ring. He then used short strokes pressing against my inner passage. It was the most warm sensation. He hit the spot that bears upward pressure towards the nerve endings of my clit. It was as if someone were fingering my G Spot. I got this rush. It occurred so fast I was startled. I just felt like I was plunging over a cliff. It took my breath away. I was trembling and shaking but still on a high. Then he unloaded in me. it was like a hot enema but explosive, and I came again. I collapsed on my tummy. After I caught my breath, all I could say was: Wow!"

"Marie, you once told me you were reluctant to have anal sex. You got to try this. I am hooked. I got a date with him next Saturday night. He's going to ask Betty to give him permission to stay the night. He said that if he did that he could get two erections and we could fuck and have anal sex again, too. I am soooo looking forward to it. " 

All the sex talk with Kate and now with Janey was making Marie squirm. Her panties were perceptively soaked. She told Janey she was wanted by her daughter and concluded their conversation with that excuse but what she wanted to do was to dash to the toilet and masturbate. She did it standing up. Before she began, she grabbed a wash cloth to bite, because she wanted to muffle her sounds from her family. Fingering and rubbing her clit rapidly, she had a very gratifying climax. A shallow one but her legs trembled and, grimacing while biting the cloth, she could not suppress a lust-unfolding shriek. "Gosh, I hope Chris did not hear that. My God, I am a slut," Marie thought to herself. 

The next morning, Kate called. She was excited.

"We've got a crisis. I just got off the phone with Linda. She said someone sent her and Aggie our manager a complaint that one of the residents was being raucous and lewd. (Linda was the lawyer for the Club as well as for the entire community.) To top it off, they sent a short tape to prove the assertion." 

"What's such a big deal about that? It's a matter of privacy. If the people were being too loud, all Aggie or Security has to do is tell them to be more quiet and respectful of their neighbors." 

"Linda said it was a potential problem because this was just the latest of several complaints management has had in the past six months and all were about members of the Club. She's passing the word by phone that we should all attend a meeting at Aggie's home in the country to discuss the implications and to take steps to avert future complaints." 

"All right. That sounds reasonable. I'll be back by then and we all can go together," said Marie. 

"Do you know who is involved?" 

"Linda was tight-lipped about that but I know all about it," Kate said smugly.

"You do? OK, spill the beans. How do you know?" asked Marie. 

"It was Hannah's apartment. She and Peter and one other guy were having a threesome. A DP, too."

"But how do you know that, Marie." 

"Now don't get mad, Marie. I recorded it."

"YOU WHAT? YOU CRAZY IDIOT. " Marie screamed. "Why did you record Hannah's sex life? And how did you do that?" 

"It's just a hobby," Marie said subdued. 

" I got into it last January. I was really horny and was surfing some of my favorite porno sites when I ran across a whole group of sites that post erotic sounds. People post tapes of themselves having sex. Then there are clandestine tapes made in hotels, motels and other places. One of the contributors is a gal that works at a hotel. She puts a recorder in a room when she thinks a couple is hot to trot. Those tapes are really sexy. I was really enjoying them , so I thought I should make a contribution." 

"ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU POSTED A TAPE OF HANNAH HAVING SEX FOR ALL THE WORLD TO HEAR?" Marie yelled. 

"Well, yeah," Kate replied meekly. "Actually, she does not have so much sex. Not as much as I do. Just Pete and one other guy now and then." 

"But, Kate, why Hannah? She has not done anything to you." 

"Well, she has this reputation, so I thought I would get a real good recording. I was right because the woman gets off like a fog horn. She has a dirty mouth, too. Really hot stuff." 

"How did you do that," Kate. " You could get into a lot of trouble if the recording is traced back to you." 

"No way!" Kate said indignantly. She rattled off technical details, which meant nothing to Marie. She had forgotten that Kate was as technically savvy as any 65 plus woman on the planet. Her husband was a software engineer who taught her a lot about the internet, and she owned just about every Apple product and application on the market.

"I still want to know how you did it," Marie demanded . 

"It's simple," explained Kate. Hannah's bedroom wall abuts a stairwell. I bought one of the surveillance packages we see on TV. All I had to do is stick a tiny pin with a mic in the wall and then place a small recorder under a step of the stairs. It's practically foolproof. None of our lot is going to bend down and peak under the stairs and hardly any of us have good enough eye sight to spot the mic. I check the tapes about once a week." 

"Tapes, did you say TAPES," Marie raised her voice once more.

"Oh, I have other recordings going," Kate replied innocently.

"YOU'RE GODDAMN NUTS!" Marie shouted. "You're taping our friends having sex and exposing them to everyone on those audio sound nets!" Marie was really upset. 

"Oh no!" Marie. "Calm down. I only put mics on nine walls. They're not all active and about half of them do not concern our members. Other people outside our group have sex, too, you know," Kate said petulantly. 

"Anyway, It's a good thing I did, if you want to know. I have a way to stop the scandal. I'm on the case right now," Kate proudly proclaimed.

Marie could not take any more of this. She had to back off and think over what Kate had done. Maybe discuss the situation with Janey.

"Kate, does Janey know about what you have doing?" 

"Uh huh. I let her listen to some of the tapes. She was upset, too, but not as much as you. I promised to be careful. I could tell though that she got aroused listening to them."

"Kate, this is about the worst stunt you have every pulled off. I thought the Valentine's Day caper was bad but this is over the top." 

"What was so wrong with the Valentine's Day joke?" Kate asked defensively. 

"You bought a jar of candy heart valentines from that sex shop up the road. Each one had the words: 'Eat me! Lick me! I taste good. I melt in your mouth.' And you placed it on the table in the main reception hall. And you did not think that might cause an uproar?" Marie was getting hot under the collar again. "In a community of older and elderly people, many of whom would be aghast?" 

"I thought it was kind of funny," Kate giggled. "Didn't you? admit it, Marie." 

"All right," Marie chuckled. "That was not too bad. Many of the women probably did not even catch the double meanings. Security confiscated the jar before a real problem occurred." 

"I think it made some people's day. Added some chuckles to their lives." asserted Kate. 

" I'll concede the point. But back off from the tapes and reconsider. Will you? It's darn right dangerous." Kate promised to behave and their conversation ended. 

A few hours later, Marie had time to consult Janey.

"Janey, do you approve of what Miss Looney Tunes has been doing? She's downright nuts, you know."

"Oh, Marie, she is a bit strange but she has promised to be careful. And I did look up those erotic sound sites. Really hot stuff. I got nice and wet and had to do something about it. I put on headphones and masturbated to the good parts. Very satisfying. Lots of people record each other having sex. It's risky, I know. In this case, though, she may have averted a real scandal."

"How, so? She did not mention what she could do." 

"It's complicated, but I'll explain. Jump in if you have any thoughts," Janey said. 

" Before you start, I know her a lot longer than you do, you know. I was her roommate in college. She has been pulling zany stunts all her life. She was kicked out of our sorority for climbing into the headmistress' room and bolting the door from the inside. That was not so bad in itself but she was caught by a grounds keeper climbing out of the window and that meant an infraction of breaking and entering. One time she poured Lavoris, yes, Lavoris, in my panties. She said she was doing me a favor. She reasoned that when my boy friend ate me out I would not get germs from his mouth and his breath would smell good afterwards when he kissed me. Her husband threatened to leave her many times for the tricks she played on him and her children were not spared either. Her daughter still bears a grudge against her. She had an emergency key to the girl's apartment and one day she stopped by while she was gone and put a toy snake in her bed. The girl's boy friend freaked out when they were about to have sex. Her oldest son's wife barely speaks to her. Early in their marriage when they were both working to save enough money for a down payment on a house, Kate put holes into their condoms because she was eager to have a grandchild. Fortunately, her daughter's employer gave her maternity leave. She told her son that his dad did not make her pregnant; his grandmother did. I could give you a long list of her stunts. Haven't you been aware of any of them?" 

"Marie, I have not known her as long as you. We go back just 20 years when we were neighbors. But, yes, she pulled off some doozies. Not that bad really. I happened to tell her one time that my Bill's libido had backed off and talked to her about the problems of getting older. A week later, Bill received in the mail free samples of Viagara, Cialis and one or two other similar pills. He was flat out embarrassed and accused me of going behind his back. He accepted my explanation that it was just a new promotion aimed at older men. He believed me because I hardly ever lied to him. It actually worked out fine, as our sex life got a jolt. 

Then there was the time she took a real dislike to one of the pain in the necks in our block. He just did a lot of things to irritate people. And he was abusive to his wife as well. Kate took out an ad in the personal section of the newspaper, giving his address and phone number, describing him as a well-to-do lawyer newly separated looking for intimate relationships. He was flooded with calls and letters. His wife divorced him and that ad despite, his protests of innocence, played a key role. 

Oh, I just remembered the lady down the street with an unkempt yard. It made the neighborhood look unsightly. Kate posted adds all over grocery stores in the area, soliciting work from gardeners and handymen. The woman had to beat them off with a stick. It caused her to clean up her yard. So she does some good things, Marie." 

"I am not going to argue the point but she does some harmful things, too. Don't discount that. How about Zelda Ohrbach? She took a dislike to the woman because we were talking too loudly one morning at breakfast and Zelda politely asked us to speak a little more quietly. We were making some sexual innuendos, too, so that probably embarrassed Zelda, who was sitting near us and could overhear everything we were saying. Kate bought a bumper sticker with the slogan: 'I' m a red hot grandma; I stop at nothing,' and put it on the rear bumper of her car. The poor women was beseeched by honking truckers and waylaid in parking lots. Some of our guys started making passes at her and she could not figure it out until Linda told her the bumper sticker was inappropriate for the community and asked her to remove it. She was mortified and you know she moved out a couple of months later. What was good about that?" 

" I agree. That was mean. Still, Zelda never fit in with our community and I hear she is happier where she is now living. So you see that turned out better than Kate had intended. But now she's done something useful. No question about it. She found out that Cynthia Ferguson filed the complaint against Hannah and sent Linda and Aggie an anonymous letter with a tape complaining about Cynthia's lascivious, loud conduct and demanding that the administration take corrective steps or there would be a lawsuit. Kate figures Cynthia will back off of her complaint against Hannah when confronted with a complaint against her."




Sex at Senior Living Center Ch. 03



"Now this is really getting good. How in the hell did she put all that together?"

"It was an accident. Kate has a thing about Cynthia. She complains about her all the time. Thinks she's too prim and stuck-up. Cynthia's always dressed to the nines you know. Kate says Cynthia probably gets dressed and puts on makeup to take a pee. I do not know what Cynthia may have said to her, but Kate got a bee in her bonnet and decided to bug Cynthia's apartment, too. Not that she thought Cynthia was having sex with anyone but in the hopes she could dig up some useful information on her. And she hit pay dirt. "

"It turns out that Cynthia is gay and has a lover. Her name is Brenda. I don't know her and neither does Kate. Apparently, she is an outsider. Anyway, they were having a lover's quarrel last week. Cynthia accused Brenda of deceiving her with Hannah, which Brenda denied vehemently. They made up and Kate has a recording of some very loud female lovemaking."

"Kate did not think that Hannah was gay. She never got any hint of that in her recordings but she did find out in checking back that Brenda was a frequent visitor to Hannah's apartment. They were old friends. Kate figures that Cynthia made the complaint against Hannah out of spite. A good conclusion, no doubt, but we will see what happens."

"She could be right," Marie concluded but Kate is really courting disaster. Security might wonder how these recordings are popping up and start an investigation."

" Marie, Kate is not dumb. She and her partner..." 

"PARTNER! This is worse than I thought. What partner?" 

"Marie, Kate is a small woman. She needs a helping hand to implant the mics, as some of the right positions on the walls are way over her head. Her partner implants the mics and she stands guard at the door to insure they are not caught by surprise. She is going to remove the mic on Cynthia's wall in case they in her words " do a sweep." I do not know who her partner is. She refuses to tell me." 

"I am dumbfounded, Janey. I still think she and her partner are treading on thin ice." 

" I know that, Marie. You know her. She is really upset that you are mad at her. She promised me she would remove all the recording devices as soon as she could. Talk to her. She's concerned you will break off your friendship." 

"I'll do that," Janey, Marie said. "I have been down this road many times with Kate along with her family members and other friends. " 

Bringing up the phone again, she called Kate, and kept their conversation short. 

"Kate, I just spoke to Janey. She told me what you did to help Hannah. That was considerate, but Honey please, please, back off now. OK?" 

"Our friendship means a lot to me, Marie, so I'll close everything down. I was getting bored anyway until this scandal erupted. I already have something else in mind," she said, all perked up. 

" I do not want to hear about it now, Kate. Before you do anything new that might get us all in trouble, please, please, Honey, discuss it with us. That's fair, don't you think?" 

"Not a bad idea, especially for what I might have in mind. So, we're still talking to each other and are friends. Right?"

"Yes, Kate. I have to go. Hugs." 

On Friday morning, Kate called Marie, bursting with happy news to report.

"Marie, Marie. I did it! I am thrilled. I just learned from Linda that the first complaint was withdrawn and they would ignore the second one because it was anonymous. As a precautionary measure, Linda and Aggie are still going to have a meeting on Saturday night. It should be interesting and fun, knowing what we all know." With that, Kate hung up. 

*****

POSTSCRIPT: For those readers who think Kate's shenanigans might be far-fetched, one has only to surf the net to find a number of sexual sound bites contributed by willing participants and voyeurs. To be continued.



Sex at Senior Living Center Ch. 04



While the crisis created by a resident's complaint over the threesome at Hannah's apartment evolved and then abated, Harry was literally lying low. He was informed about the complaint on Tuesday along with everyone else in the Club, and fully expected someone from security or the administrative to summon him for a dressing down, but nothing happened.

Wednesday, his physician gave him a painful series of subcutaneous cortisone shots for the sciatica and bursitis in his left hip, and sent him home with a prescription for pain killers. He was told to get lots of rest and to use a cane to take pressure off the hip. He spent the whole week in his apartment, availing himself of the food trays provided for those temporarily incapacitated brooding over what might happen if his role in the threesome was revealed. 

To his relief, Linda informed him on Friday that the crisis was over but the Club meeting was still on for Saturday at 8 PM. He told her about his hip problem and said he might not make it. Linda told him not to worry; if he could not make it, someone would give him a reading on how the meeting went the following week.

One Saturday morning, he felt well enough to take breakfast in the dining room. He was wary of making a public appearance, because he still harbored concerns that people would know abut the threesome and single him out for gossip. He figured breakfast would be the acid test. The room was packed when he entered at 9AM. Hardly anyone noticed him. He saw Pete hunched over his food with a bunch of men he did not know. Hannah was nowhere in sight but he learned during their social chat she was not a morning person and rarely took breakfast.

Looking around for an empty place, he saw Kate and Janey waving at him. He thought these two would know, if anyone did, if his identity had been compromised, so he went to join them. He had practiced beforehand several stories if he was confronted. If he could stand up to their questioning, he felt he would be home free. 

Janey noticed his cane first. "Harry, what happened to you? You do not look so good?"

True to form, Kate heckled him: "You look like some woman turned you inside out," she chortled.

Harry quickly concluded they had no clue what really had happened. He elected to divert their attention by referring to the Saturday night gathering.

"Kate, if you are referring to Saturday night, you are off base. The fact is I have had periodic bouts of hip problems. I have bursitis and sciatica, which can flare up anytime and I may have to have a hip replacement in a year or so."

Harry went into detail about his out patient treatment and his medical problems. The ladies joined in talking about their own aches and pains. There is nothing that preoccupies seniors more than discussing their health issues. For many, there are more medical appointments on their calendars than social obligations.

Changing the subject, Harry asked: "Where's Marie?"

Kate smirked. "Don't try to kid us, Harry. You know Marie had to take off early Sunday morning."

Harry had assumed the three sisters shared secrets, which was good to know. It did not really bother him since Kate had seen him pair off with Marie.

"I know that ladies," Harry smiled. " I just do not know when she will be back. I have not spoken to her since Sunday."

" Sorry, Harry, " Janey said. " We thought Marie might have called you to keep you posted. Everything went fine with the birth of her grandchild, but she had to extend her stay to help care for her daughter. She'll be back today. You can see her at the meeting tonight."

On the spot, Harry definitely decided to bow out of the meeting. 

"I better not go. I should stay off my leg for another couple of days. Linda knows about my hip. She said she would let me know how the meeting turned out."

"Do you think you might be able to go to the regular Friday night cocktail party?" Kate asked.

"Gosh, I hope so. Tell Marie I asked about her, will you?" It was prudent to leave while the questions were relatively benign, so Harry excused himself.

By themselves again, Kate and Janey talked about Harry.

"I really think he is a nice guy. Did you notice he would not have mentioned anything about Marie if we had not forced him to." Janey remarked.

" I think we should tell Marie to call him. He could use cheering up."

The Club meeting was very informative. Only 30 members were able to attend; the rest would learn the particulars by word of mouth. The Senior Center and Club Manager Aggie made opening remarks. Standing by for their remarks were Linda, their lawyer and the head of Security, Harold Pierce.

"Thank you for coming here everyone," Aggie began. This meeting will be brief and I ask you at the end to stagger your return to the compound rather than descend at once. So here goes.

The three of us here are going to summarize the administration, legal and security position concerning the complaint we received about one of our Club members and its ramifications. We will not embarrass anyone by revealing names. You all know by now that a non-Club resident complained about the noises and sexual activity that took place Monday at the residence of one of our members. Ordinarily that would not have raised many eyebrows among any of the admin staff. We would have handled it discreetly, but in this instance we were handed a tape. It was a three-minute clip of a very raucous and I must say extremely erotic threesome. We could not ignore it, especially since we have received six other similar complaints in the last six months. All about the activities of our members. This obviously did not bode well for maintaining our discretion. Fortunately we were able to persuade the resident to withdraw the complaint. At the same time, we received an anonymous complaint about a non-Club member's sexual boisterousness, which is serendipitous, since we can now conflate the two complaints for the purposes of renewing our calls for all residents to respect people's privacy while being considerate of their neighbors."

Linda continued by informing the Club members of the confidentiality of the statements they signed when they joined the Club. "There was no specific statement in that form about recordings but I want to emphasize that anyone who makes a clandestine tape can be sued in our state and prosecuted for a felony. It is a serious matter."

Harold got into the meat of the matter. " I want to review with you the security steps we take to insure your privacy and to tell you what you must do to avert undue attention to the Club's activities or to your individual get social engagements. What you do in the privacy of your homes is of no business to anyone. Short of pedophilia or necromancy, you are free to do as you please. (A few chuckles were heard from the audience.) The tape recordings emphasized that we must be alert to the possibility of eavesdroppers. I therefore did a survey of the residences. 

First, the residences were constructed taking into consideration that older people's hearing ability decreases and they are prone to talk louder and turn up their TV's and radios louder than normal. The insulation is very good, but standing in front of an entrance door, one can hear raised voices in the living area. That means intimate activities should be confined to bedrooms. I checked out the balconies. Standing on any of our balconies one can not hear bedroom noises unless the windows are open. 

The main problem lies with the stairwells. The walls in the living areas and bedroom walls that abut the stairwells are vulnerable to eavesdropping. The reverse problem is true, too. We have had numerous complaints from residents about workmen carelessly slamming doors to the stairwells and working on various equipment contained there. These stairwells are unfortunately echo chambers. Here is what we plan to do about both problems.

We will cushion the doors so they close noiselessly. That is a simple problem. No work in the stairwells will be permitted earlier than 9AM and past 5PM. A work schedule will be posted online and on your bulletin boards. To prevent eavesdropping of any sort, we will deploy cameras in the stairwells, which will be reviewed weekly. 

The monthly gatherings in the villas pose a special problem. I have personally intercepted curious residents from dropping in on what they thought was an open house. I think these gatherings are a potential security problem of major proportions. It is impossible to provide full security guard coverage without drawing attention to a gathering this large. I have therefore recommended and Aggie has approved that we postpone the Saturday night gatherings until we can come up with a better security plan for dealing with them. In the meantime, you all know each other by now so it is up to you to make your own arrangements at either the regular Friday night cocktail parties or other venues to meet privately. I realize this is more inhibiting than you are accustomed to and curtails large group activities for the moment but it is the prudent course to take. Questions?

There were a flurry of questions but the three sisters decided to slip our early so they could discuss what they learned. They ended up at Marie's apartment.

"Kate, I hope to God you dismantled your equipment," Marie said. 

"I was ahead of the curve, Marie," Kate happily reported. There are no traces of the mics and recorders. If you want to hear the tapes, just ask," she teased.

Janey and Marie both barked: " No thanks. get rid of them!"

"I was surprised about the camera installations. Or rather the lack of them. I checked that out really well. That was a major security gap," Kate noted.

"So what does this all mean to us now?" Janey asked.

"Not much," Kate said. "We will still be standing around like streetwalkers waiting for some couple or male to hit on us. It will just take a little more finesse and patience to get laid." 

"Kate makes a valid point," Marie observed. "Ladies I feel often like those women in glass-front houses in Amsterdam waiting for clients. I am really getting weary of being served up. It's become a meat market at the Club. It's not as exciting as it once was. We hardly get to know our partners before we are whisked off to bed. With the new guidelines, we will have a more respectable way to pick and choose. Have more time to size up people. No more instant coupling without having a clue if it will work out. " 

" You both have expressed thoughts that I have been suppressing. We're just too damn old to be whoring around so much," said Janey. " I still wants lots of sex, but I want to do it on better terms. Let's just stick to the Friday night cocktail parties and maybe branch out beyond the Senior residence. I even thought of using a web service. You know, one of those Granny or Mature Sex sites. We have other options. We've been in a rut here." 

"We ought to look right now at what the options are among the people we already know," Kate suggested. "I can count on threesomes with at least one couple and maybe one or two of the guys I have been screwing around with. That's enough to keep me satisfied for the time being. But I feel confident I can always cast out my net to meet others if I get bored." 

"Oh, Marie, we forgot," said Kate. "We had breakfast with Harry the muff diver this morning. He's got a bum hip and is on the mend. He asked about you. We promised to tell you he was interested in seeing you soon. What do you think of him?" 

" Oh my! I forgot all about him with all that was going on last week. I should have called him to keep the door open. He is the only one at the moment I would like to get to know better," Marie said. 

"Yeah, as in - I'd like to give him a tryout in bed," Kate smirked. 

"I cannot deny that! But he seems like someone who wants companionship as well as sex. I just do not know if we have all that in common, except he likes to eat pussy and I like how he does it," Marie giggled.

"Why don't you call him. Ask him abut his hip and offer to brief him on the Club meeting. That's a good opener," Janey suggested. 

Marie looked at her watch. To her surprise it was only 10PM. The meeting had been short and they had been chatting only for a half an hour so. 

"Good idea. Now may be a good time. He's probably not asleep yet and would welcome the conversation," Marie said eagerly. 

"We'll leave you do it," Marie, Kate said. The ladies parted company with to reconvene at breakfast around 9 AM. 

Marie looked up Harry's number in the community directory and dialed his number right away. He picked up after the second ring, so she knew he was most likely wide awake. 

"Harry. It's Marie. I am sorry I did not get in touch sooner. The ladies told me you asked about me. That was sweet. How's your hip?" 

"I'm nearly fully recovered. It takes about a week for the full force of the shots to make an impact. I appreciate your asking." Screwing up his courage, Harry added: "I miss you Marie." 

"You do? Why do you miss me? Or do you miss my body. Not that you have seen or partaken all of it," she teased. 

"That's what I miss, Marie. The lively banter. I can relax with you." 

"Not the sex? You are not going to tell me you are interested in mind. That's too old a ploy to get into my pants," Marie continued to tease him. 

"Oh, I want to have sex with you, Marie. No question of that," Harry put any doubts she might have about his interest to rest. "But my injury gave me time to reflect on what I really would like in the waning years we have. I want someone I can count on as a steady friend, someone I can devote my full time to."

Marie was startled how close Harry's comments came to those she and her friends were saying only moments before. She softened her voice and replied: 

"Harry, you are echoing my own feelings. I am sick and tired of being part of the line-up here at the Club and waiting for Mr. Right while I bow to temptation now and then, simply because I need sex." 

Marie sensed that this conversation was one she had longed for with a man. She had not had an intimate conversation with any of the men at the Club. It was all superficial, aimed in only one direction. She felt a warm glow and resting a hand in her lap she discovered a moist spot on her skirt. " 

Holy cow, I am getting wet. He's getting me hot for him," she said to herself.

"We think the same way, Marie. That is another reason I want to see more of you," Harry said. 

"What about now, Harry," Marie took the plunge. "We can have a long talk." I'll drop by so you do not have to walk and put more pressure on your hip."

"If it is not too late for you, I would be thrilled to see you," Harry said enthusiastically. 

Marie changed to a simple skirt. She thought about what else she should wear. " Hell, I might want to fuck him," she thought. " No panties. Front-loaded bra and easy-to-slip-off blouse were just the ticket if things between them went the right way. I'll put a pair of panties in my purse, if I need them. " 

Marie saw that Harry was eager to see her. He showed her around his apartment. Like her, he had an extensive collection of books. Mostly, history, travel and novels. He had good tastes in furniture. Contemporary, constructed out of fine woods. Unlike some of he bachelor pads she had seen, Harry's was neat as a pin. No clothes strewn on the floor. No dirty dishes in the sink. Everything neatly placed. She had a peek at his bedroom and that looked neat, too. Even the bed was made. They sat down on a couch. Harry at one end, his bad leg stretched out and Marie at the other turned toward so they could talk comfortably. 

"Would you like something to drink? I have coffee, tea, juices and soft drinks. A few beers. And a good white wine. I do not drink hard liquor much." 

"Let me get the wine. I will serve us both," Marie offered. 

Settling down they chatted about their interests in art, cultural events, books and travel. There were a lot of things they could do together. Marie concluded Harry was shy in this setting, so she took the lead to touch on more intimate topics. She was impressed he was such a gentlemen. Other men would have set out to hustle her in bed as soon as she stepped in their apartments. 

"Let's talk about us," Harry. "Your're an attractive man and a woman can feel comfortable with you. What do you really see in me?"

" A lovely lady with a killer smile and a wicked sense of humor. Your're well-educated and I now know we have some interests we can share. I could fall in love with you, Marie. I like you a lot." 

"Are you interested in a steady relationship or would you still want to play the field?" 

"That is my greatest hangup about this place, I now realize," Harry said mournfully. I felt like the proverbial kid in the candy shop when I was indoctrinated into the Club. I could have all the goodies I wanted. The candy was on display. But there is a downside, if I may use the candy analogy. What if I want only one kind and others want it, too? Would I be willing to share?"

"Maybe I am too selfish or an incurable romantic, but I do not want to share the candy, Marie. It spoils my appetite to know that others will be eating the same candy," Harry smiled. 

Marie thought that was a humorous way of putting what she also felt, so she joined in. 

" The same kind of candy may have many varieties and different wrappers, Harry," Marie joked. "What if you have only tried one kind. Say, filled chocolates, as opposed to solid chocolates. What makes you think you will like all the different fillings?" 

"I guess I'd have to try them all in order to decide but I still would not want anyone else eating the piece of candy I prefer," Harry said. 

"Are you referring to me, Harry?" Marie teased. 

" I guess I am, Marie. You look good enough to eat . I have already tasted the flavor and it suits me," Harry said seriously. 

Marie was getting excited by the direction this conversation was taking. She felt her tummy tighten and was sure she was getting wet. 

"Would you like to unwrap some candy? Harry," Marie said in a sexy low voice. 

"I'd be a fool not to," Harry replied looking at her longingly. 

They were still sitting apart, so Marie moved to his side and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Do you want to fuck me? Harry" Mari asked. "You can try out all the merchandise and we can both find out if we are compatible." 

"I do not want to fuck you, Marie. I want to make love to you," Harry said sincerely. " I want to kiss every inch of your body." 

Marie was now turned on fully. "What a sweet man. I cannot remember when another man made that distinction."

"I want to make love with you, Harry. I am getting wet at the thought of it, but do you think we might dare to do it, with your bad hip?" Marie asked. 

Harry pondered how to reply. Every nerve in his body was screaming to fuck her, but he had to be practical. Otherwise he could be laid up again for a week or more. Maybe worse if he aggravated his present condition." 

"Marie, if we are really careful and make love slowly I can give you pleasure. But I need to favor my left side." 

"Harry, you sit still. I am going to make your bed and get ready for you. I will take a shower to insure all parts of me are fresh for tasting. You will not have to move much. OK?" 

Harry nodded, wondering what she had in mind. 

What Marie had in mind was to go for broke. Ever since Janey had told her about having anal sex, she was itching to do it. She would go Janey one step further. She had read about "rimming" and longed for a man to tongue her anal entry. She'd urge Harry to lick her there and then fuck her ass, if the evening went the way she hoped it would. With that in mind, she took a quick and through shower, being careful to wash all her intimate parts internally. She took out a light scent from her purse and sprayed both her pussy and her anus.




Sex at Senior Living Center Ch. 04



In the bedroom, Marie took off the covers quickly. She donned her bra because Marie wanted him to pick up where they had left off last time when he ate her out without stripping her completely. She wanted his cock inside her holes desperately and did not need any foreplay. 

"I'm ready for you, hon!" Marie called. She stood by the side of the bed and waited for him. 

Harry gasped when he saw Marie's bare legs , wet pussy and rounded tummy. "Oh my," he said. 

"Unwrap the rest of the candy, Harry," and beckoned him to move towards her. 

Marie turned her back towards him so he could unhook her bra.

Her ample breasts tumbled out and she snuggled against him as he began to fondle them.

"My nipples are sensitive, hon. Don't pinch or bite them too hard, " Marie asked. 

Harry gently stroked Marie's breasts, kissed the side of her neck, breathed in her ear and lightly pulled her nipples, which were hardening to his touch. He felt a shiver shake her and she sighed. She turned her head and they Frenched. Long slow probes and lip nibbles. Marie's passion was rising. She groaned and her breathing got heavier. 

He wanted to finger her pussy, but she withdrew. "Harry, the only thing I want in my pussy right now is your cock," Marie moaned. "Take me the best way that is right for you. But do it soon. I cannot hold out too much longer." 

Harry would have normally wanted to take her on her back or have her mount him but that was a little risky. He directed her to lean forward toward the edge of the bed, with her back to him, so he could take her doggy style. She nimbly assumed that position and cried: " Take me slow, hon. I want it nice and slow." 

Harry's cock was so stiff by now that he had no difficulty doing what she asked. He inserted his tip and felt it easily penetrate her, as she was sleek with her slime. He entered her bit by and bit and Marie responded with steady moans: "Oh, that is so nice. So nice. I want it all. Deep inside me." 

Harry gradually buried his cock insider her to the full length. He pulled out slowly and reentered with the same pace. Marie was building up to a orgasm. " Faster now, hon. Faster. Fuck me real hard and grab my clit!" Marie begged. 

Reaching in front of her, Harry easily found her exposed, now hard and moist, clit. He rubbed it briskly and pounded Marie as fast as he could using short strokes. He found that if he leaned to one side there was no undue pressure on his left hip and he could pound her at will. 

"Cum for me, Marie! Your pussy is so hot!" Harry shouted. 

"Marie did not need much coaxing. With each stroke of Harry's cock and hand pressure on her clit she was on a fast pace to explode. Bracing herself with her forearms on the bed and spreading her rear to allow him the deepest channel inside her, she came with a single crescendo: " I'm cuuuuuuuuuming!" 

Her climax seemed to them both to last minutes although it was probably not that long. Marie collapsed on the bed with a combination of sobs and moans. She did not want to be selfish and wanted Harry to enjoy himself too. She knew her pussy had been so slick that there was little friction to grip his cock and make him cum too. 

Harry was still standing alongside the bed savoring what had taken place. Marie turned a bit and said: Harry, I want to do something special. My ass is virgin. I want you to be the man to have it. Lick me a bit around my opening and take my ass! I want to feel you cum inside me." 

She reached for a pillow, put it under her, and then spread her cheeks wide giving him the maximum access. She was tight, so she knew he would get off right away. 

Harry did not have much experience with anal sex but knew a lot of women swore by it. He had never rimmed a woman either. He was touched deeply that this woman would sacrifice her ass for him. He did not have much time mull over what to do. He just responded to her desires quickly by crouching on the bed before her exposed anal cavity. He could see her rosette beckoning, so he plunged his tongue right in. It was a different taste than her pussy : nutty and earthy. Her acrid musk had a pleasant overtone of the scent she had inserted. The combination was heady. 

After tongue dipping, he kissed and circled her rosette with his tongue before plunging it again into her anus. Marie was groaning with pleasure and he saw her anal passage dilate slightly. Taking two finger he finger her to prime her for his cock, which caused further dilation. 

Marie felt the warmest sensation started to flow into her anus and beyond. She was ready for hi and let him know with a shrill cry: " Fuck my ass NOW, Harry. Do It! Please. Please." 

His cock was still slick with Marie's juices so Harry was able to push past her rossette ring and enter her with a sudden thrust. "God," Harry thought. "her ass feels so tight and hot." 

"Give it to me, hon. Give it to me. Slap my ass, too." Marie urged. 

Harry could not constrain himself. He was about to unload. "I'm coming Marie. Here I goooo! Mareeeeeeee!" With that Harry shot his sperm into Marie's bowels. 

That sparked her own climax and she felt enormously satisfied: " OH! You filled me up! That was wonderful!" she sighed.

"Janey was right. That was superb. Damn, I'm still on a cloud and ready for another climax," she thought. She wondered how she could manage it while caring for Harry's injury. She gently asked him. 

"Harry, I am still so hot for you. You loved me so good. I need to cum so more. Can you lie beside me and finger my clit?" She pleaded. 

That was easily enough to do. Marie lay on her back, legs spread wide. Harry laid on his right side and used his left hand to finger her. He grasped her one hand flung over her head with his right hand and they kissed with dancing tongues while Harry played with her clit. By now, Harry was sensitive to her sounds and was able to discern from them what pleased her and how aroused she was getting. Slowly Marie moved to her peak. She broke off kissing Harry, arched her back, and came with a series of increasing groan and then a long, extended scream. 

Afterwards, she gently pushed him on his back and snuggled beside him with her head on his shoulder. She was very content. 

"How was the merchandise, Harry?" Marie asked cautiously. 

"Perfect! I do not want any other kind, Marie." 

"Are we lovers, Harry?" 

"You own my cock, Marie!" 

"And I do not want any other man's cock inside me, Harry." 

"Would you stay the night, Marie. I do not want you to leave me." 

"Of course, lover!" 

Harry and Marie slept soundly with the normal interruptions for bathroom calls. In the morning, Harry woke first. He gazed fondly at Marie and thought he could stay with her forever. 

Marie awoke and saw him look at her and knew instantly he was in love with her. 

"Good morning, my darling Harry. Are you ready to face the world together? I say we get showered and go to breakfast together." 

They walked into the dining room hand in hand. There was a crowd and so a few stared at them because public displays of affection were not all that common. Off in the distance they spotted Kate and Janey. They instantly knew what had happened between them. They both grinned and gave them a thumbs up.

Barely seated, they were treated to some affectionate ribbing. "Got laid, huh?" asked Kate.

Giving no quarter, Marie leaned across and whispered to her friends, "I just signed over full possession of my pussy to Harry." 

Following suit, Harry said in a low voice, " She's got full title to my cock."

They all giggled. 

POSTSCRIPT 

Marie and Harry remained a couple, and were totally devoted to each other, although they kept their own apartments. They appeared one last time at a Club gathering to assembled cheers. This was a parting gesture. They never returned to the Club gatherings, although they maintained their friendships with several members. Kate had increasingly been turned on by the thought of having sex with a female. She told Janey how she was tempted to join a couple whose wife had her eyes on her and she was thinking about joining this couple and a female friend for a foursome. Janey admitted she, too, had always wanted to make love to a woman. It was thus natural for the two women to become lovers. They eventually foreswore men and became partners. The four friends were inseparable. They become known in the community as Harry and the Three Sisters. Did Kate stop playing dirty tricks? Of course not. One of the younger men in the community - he was 56 which was really young in this bunch - made a snide remark when he saw Kate holding hands with Janey. She patiently waited until she could snap a photo of him without his knowledge. She posted it, with the caption Bad Boy Needs Rough Trade, on a gay men's site together with his mailing address and telephone number. She made sure he got a copy of the listing.



Sex at Senior Living Center Ch. 05



The governing board for the Club met early one weekday evening  the following week. The board consisted of Aggie, the community center manager and managing director of the Club, Linda, the Club's lawyer, Harold Pierce, the community's Security Director and two couples,  Leon and Anita Sherman, and  Cindy and Steve Karlsen from the membership committee.   Aggie and Harold had considered all the security ramifications of the previous week's scandal and were pleased to report that the monthly gathering could resume with the following precautions.  The gatherings would be staggered, holding them on different Saturdays of each month, and they would be dispersed among seven villas instead of the current three. Aggie would spread the word to all Club members. 

The governing board dispersed in good cheer.  Linda was content that her sex life could continue virtually unabated.   She was not a voyeur so that problem did not affect her.  What she liked is that she would now have two gatherings to attend.   Her sexual odyssey had been one of experimentation, and a mixture of boundless joy with both sexes and with groups in varying numbers from threesomes to multiple male partners in orgies.  Yet, it was highly erratic with periods of months and even years of abstinence.

Raised in a conservative community not far from Chicago, she did not "go all the way," as was the popular circumlocution then for not letting any boy fuck her.  She let a few boys feel her up and even let one finger her pussy.  As a junior, she discovered the delight of masturbation. Having a prominent clit enabled her to get off frequently whenever she felt horny:  a pee break in the girl's toilet when no one was around, humping her pillow while listening to her mother and father make love in their nearby  bedroom.  She could get off almost anywhere. 

Linda was a bright student and was able to get a scholarship to a prestigious woman's college back East.  Her roommate seduced her at the end of the first year and she discovered the delights of being with a woman.  Linda learned what it was like to cum on a woman's mouth with the woman's tongue buried in her cunt.  She in turn took readily to eating her roommate's pussy. She found pleasure in her scent and the taste of her juices and got turned on by the sight of her thick bush.  The two girls both had small breasts but learned that did not inhibit them from fondling and sucking each other's nipples.  Both were breathless after frequent orgasms, but this also taught Linda what to expect from her body.   She could have multiple orgasms in small waves, but only occasional an intense one that left her exhausted and replete. 

In her junior year, Linda let a boy from a university in the same town take her cherry. She knew it would hurt and she might not like it the first time but was eager to get started with males.  The boy was totally inexperienced and chagrined by all the blood that appeared on his dorm room bed cover.  She decided that the next male should better be an older, more experienced lover. She completed her college degree with just several female couplings because she could not find a suitable male lover.   

Her grades were good enough for her to attend law school at the University of Chicago.  She spent the first year there keenly pursuing her studies to see if she was cut out for this profession.  She proved to her satisfaction that she could become a successful lawyer and concentrated on becoming a patent attorney, because she had always liked studying the sciences and was very good at sifting through complicated detailed materials.   

In her second year, she met a graduate school assistant, a young man about four yours older. He introduced her to proper sex, and she learned from him and a slew of other male lovers more about her body and the way men reacted to being with her.   Most telling was that she had narrow hips and a very tight pussy. This meant that horny young men had difficulty maintaining an erection without ejaculating after only a few minutes of thrusting.  Yet, since they were virile they could get hard within 30 minutes and satisfy her the second or third time around by fucking her hard and bumping their pelvises against her fully aroused clit, which was exceptionally large and sensitive.  This often led to her having very intense, screaming orgasms.    

She also learned she while she had the ability to have climaxes during intercourse by fingering herself while being fucked in all conceivable types of  positions,  it  took time and effort to build her up to the mind-shattering experiences she craved. But there were few men would were skilled enough to achieve this timing.   

Not many of these young men liked to go down on her despite her pleas and encouragements but those that did led her to conclude a universal truth: when it came to pussy-eating, women were superior to men. They were more gentle, patient and loving, and much more familiar with the intimate inner parts of a pussy. With few exceptions, that conclusion proved true the rest of her sexual life.   

She was fortunate after graduation to join a large international law firm in Chicago specializing in patent law. This began a long dry spell for her sex life.  Like any other young corporate lawyer she began putting in 60 to 70 hours a week, sometimes more, when there was pressure to finalize some litigation. She was exhausted at the end of the workday and hardly had enough time to take care of shopping and household chores, let alone socialize.  She thought of finding a fuck buddy in her office but tales of those encounters were rampant and filled with bad outcomes.  Women who had tried to get special consideration for promotion by sleeping with superiors were humiliated and exploited. One senior partner even tried pimping out an overly eager young woman to a client. Men did not fare much better.  Frigging in the rigging was a no-no, except of course at the senior partner level, as was the hypocritical attitude in all corporate hierarchies. Clients and their staffs were definitely off limits.   

Until her early 30's, Linda attended to the needs of her body by masturbation.  Things looked up then when she was promoted up a notch and given the chance for travel throughout the States and to Europe.  The work hours were more lenient, as she now had young lawyers to do a lot of the legwork, but to set a good example and confirm her good work ethics she still put in long hours.  The business trips did allow her to have sex, which she limited to picking up men and women in hotels and in connection with airline travel - in terminals and on planes.  She always chose older married men and women to avoid complications, people who, like herself, were looking for sexual frolics away from home.  She preserved her anonymity by insisting on meeting them in their rooms. Linda found this exciting. It was like a treasure hunt. Most of the time she made out very well. The older men were grateful to be with her and were very attentive; the women welcomed the companionship and were generally good lovers. 

One time she had a memorable threesome. After a grueling day of pouring through documents, she had a late light supper at her hotel and moved to the bar for a nightcap to relax.  She thought she also might find a partner for the evening. The bar was jammed and one of the empty seats was a bar stool near two younger men.  She guessed they were in their mid- to late-30's.  Most likely businessmen from their attire.  Right after she sat down, and ordered a drink, she drew their attention. It did not take long for them to chat her up. She was conservatively dressed, having gone to the hotel directly from her  office, but sitting on the bar stool her skirt hiked up to above her knees, displaying her lovely legs. She was very classy to look at. 

The drinks flowed - one more for Linda - and the  conversation among them took a light-hearted tone with ribald remarks.  They were now on a first-name basis.  Gary and Mike were salesmen staying at the hotel to attend a conference. There was no question in Linda's mind that at least one of them would love to fuck her.  She played along, wondering which one would be suitable. Teasing them, she said:   

"You guys are both cute. It would be tough to choose one of you." 

Mike piped in with a grin: "Why not both of us?" 

That idea had not occurred to Linda. "She thought: "Why not, indeed."   

"Sounds like a plan to me," she laughed.  

"Are you serious?" both men asked almost in one voice. 

"I'm game, guys. Whose room shall we use?"   

"Mine," said Mike. "And I get first dibs," he proclaimed.   

Linda felt excited by this turn of events.  She felt her pussy tingle.   

After paying their bar tabs - Linda insisted on paying her fair share - the three of them could not get out of the bar quick enough.  All three a little high on the alcohol they had consumed, they almost staggered to the elevator. 

The elevator was empty. Before they got to the 21st floor and Mike's room, he forced Linda against a wall, grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass and began to French her. She responded equally and ground her loins against him. Breaking apart when the doors opened, Mike said" "Wow." 

Linda chortled and said: "You ain't seen nothing yet!"  

As eager as these guys were to get inside her pants, Linda was pretty sure she could control the situation. When they got inside the room, she said: 

"OK, guys, here is the way we are going to play it.  It's a seller's market. It's my pussy and I get to say how you use it." 

"I'll shower and you guys follow.  Mike, hand me some hangars. I do not want you guys tearing my clothes off," she laughed. 

Linda was speaking from experience. One man, who picked her up at a bar, tore an expensive dress in his haste to undress her. She had a good pee, washed her nether parts thoroughly, undressed and donned the plus terry-cloth robe that the hotel provided all guests. She then reentered the room, hung up her clothes in Mike's wardrobe and said: "Next." 

  

Gary took his turn at the shower, while Mike and Linda sat side by side on the end of one of the double beds in the room. He had stripped down to his shorts while Linda was in the bathroom.  They began necking.  Mike opened her robe and Linda spread her legs for him.  Mike liked big breasted-women so he was disappointed by her small breasts and he went for the gold. He was playing with her pussy, warming her up, he thought, as Gary walked in.    

"I've got her warmed up for you, Gary," Mike leered. He really had not. Linda went through the motions of responding with sighs as Mike fingered her but he really was not turning her on.  She had taken the opportunity to feel his cock and was a little alarmed.  It was not too long for her but it was very thick. He might stretch her too much and if she was not lubricated a lot, fucking him might be painful.   

Taking over from Mike, Gary took off his shorts to reveal a cock at half mast.  It was long, which she thought would be fine and just about the right thickness. Not too thick to cause a premature ejaculation and thick enough to give her pleasure if he had any kind of endurance. She shed the robe and asked Gary to go down on her.  She figured he could get her nice and juicy and then she would decide whom to fuck. 

Gary was an eager pussy eater but lacked finesse.  "This guy is a rank amateur," Linda said to herself. " I better guide him." 

"Gary, not so hard!  Take your time. Lick me inside.  When I tell you, work on my clit and finger me. I can get off that way," she instructed him. 

Compliant, Gary slowly licked her cunt. He was doing that when Mike walked in and just stared at the action. 

"Don't just stand there, Mike!" Linda said. Get over here and I'll suck you." 

Linda was now getting aroused.  Sucking Mike's cock, she groaned with pleasure between each deep throating she gave Mike while Gary was diligently eating her pussy. If she could time it right, she could suck off Mike, swallow some yummy cum and then have Gary make her cum. 

"Gary, that's it," she said pausing a moment from sucking Mike.  "That's the way.  Work on my clit, now, Pleeese!" she begged. 

Back with Mike's cock in her mouth, she stroked him with one hand and made huge slurping noises as she sucked the tip.  That did it for Mike and he came with a roar. 

"Now me, Gary.  Lick my clit.  Finger fuck me.  Don't stop! You got me going!"   

Lacking skill, but being vigorous Gary fingered Linda briskly and licked the side of her clit as firmly as he could.  She came with a shout:   "Yeeees! Yeeeeees!" 

It was not a great climax, so she faked the strength of her response but she did feel a small wave of orgasm.  "It was all right," she thought.

While this was going on, Mike was stroking his cock getting stiff again.   

Linda was pleasantly surprised so not wanting to take a chance that Gary would be a bad lay, she decided to fuck Mike, because after all if she had to tell Gary how to eat her pussy, the odds were she would have to waste time telling him how to fuck her. 

"Mike can you take me now?"  I am primed for you."  She felt really juicy with Gary's spit and her mild flow, so she thought she could manage Mike's size.   

"Yeah. Yeah," Mike grunted. "I'm getting there. I'll fuck you good. How do you want it?" 

Linda knew she control a man this size best by mounting him.  "I'll get on top, Mike." 

Mike got on his back and stroked himself to a rapid hard-on.  Linda slowly mounted him, letting his length gradually fill her to the hilt. She then leaned forward and grabbed the back of the headboard for support and leverage.  Using a back and forth shuttle, she began fucking him steadily, increasing the tempo with her own arousal. 

Mike had not had many pussies this tight.  Linda was fucking him good but he was in sexual agony.

"Son of a bitch," he shouted.   "You're so damn tight you're going to tear my cock off!" 

Linda had run into this situation before. She knew that her pussy acted like a cock ring on many men. She knew how to deal with the situation.   

"You can't take it, huh, huh, you bastard.  I'll show you!" she shouted. 

Without losing a grip on him she squatted, opening her pussy wider and braced her hands on his chest.  She then raised her hips until his tip was nearly out and then slammed herself down repeatedly on his pelvis.  This gave them both enormous pleasure.  Mike was going wild and mumbling obscenities: 

"You goddamn bitch.  You hot cunt!  Fuck me! Fuck me! " 

With his dirty language and the pounding of her clit against his pelvis, Linda had a real intense climax. She screamed: "I'm cuuuuuuuming. Oh, you bastard! I'm cuuuuuuming!"   

As she ceased to  catch her breath while still impaled on him, Mike could not hold out. 

"Oh shiiiiiit!" he shouted.  

When they both unscrambled, Mike said: "That was one hell of a fuck!"   

"I told you that you were in for a treat. Didn't I?" She laughed. 

Gary had never seen such hot action.  He had become so excited that he masturbated watching them. 

"I guess we've had some fun, guys," Linda stated matter-of-factly.  She was spent after a hard day's work and her last climax.  It ended up being a good night for her but it was time to call it a day. 

"Thank you guys.  You both gave me a good loving."  That was only partly true but she did not want to hurt Gary's feelings. 

Linda did not bother dressing. She gathered up her clothes, put on the robe and walked briskly into the hall ducking into the nearest stairway.  She was home free now. She would not attract attention to anyone because many guests who used the hotel's pool walked around in the robes. In fact that is what she did. She went to the pool, rented a bathing suit and relaxed in the sauna. 

Thinking it over, she thought Gary could be trained to be a good lover but couldn't cut the mustard now. Mike had potential since he was so virile.  She might have given Mike a second round but she would be flying home the next day and it was highly unlikely she would ever see either of them again. 

Aside from that brief fling and well into her mid-40's, her sex life was erratic. Nothing at home at all.  Only some occasional mediocre encounters with both men and women. There was little time for her to recuperate between assignments before hitting the road again.  This was the time of her life when her sex drive started to reach its height and she was getting desperate for some steady sex and companionship. On a trip to Rome, her life changed. 

One morning at breakfast, a strikingly beautiful Italian woman approached her table and asked if she could join her.  The dining area was chock full and because it was customary in Europe for people to share tables she complied.  Polite conversation was exchanged, enough for Linda to learn that the woman's name was Anna and that she lived in Milan.  Her family was in the fashion industry and she traveled to Rome often. Anna was in her early 50's and was a fair-haired Northerner.  She had honey-blonde hair and was as tall and slender as she was.    

The two women breakfasted together three days in a row and got to learn more about each other's lives. Anna was divorced; her husband had left her for a younger woman, not an uncommon occurrence anywhere.  She had three children but they all were settled and living in various parts of Italy.  Anna said she lived in a huge Palazzo left to her by her family and was rattling around in it. She invited Linda to visit her in Milano the coming weekend so she could show her the highlights of the city. (Linda had already told her she had never been to Milan.) 

Late on Friday evening Linda took the short flight to Milan. Anna's driver picked her up.  Anna was waiting in the large entryway.  She was wearing a beautifully tailored lounging gown, tied around her waist with a silk sash.   Linda could see that her legs were bare and her breasts were unencumbered by a bra. The two women exchanged light kisses on their cheeks, European style.  There was a male servant standing by to take her suitcase and to escort her to her room. 

"Right now I imagine you will want to freshen up. I will order Proseccos to toast your arrival.   I'll wait for you in the living room. You can easily find your way." 

  

" Linda's room was commodious, high-ceilinged and beautifully decorated. She expected she would be pleased with the rooms in the rest of the Palazzo, but was not prepared for the enormous living area. The ceiling must have been 20 feet high and there was an enormous fireplace that a small person could walk into.    There were several conversational sitting arrangements. Anna gestured to pick one overlooking an interior illuminated garden.  After leisurely conversation about the history of the Palazzo, the women became engrossed in relating the intimate details of their lives. They pulled no punches; both had not had a serious affair with a man or a woman  in many months. There was no question that there was a strong physical chemistry between them.   

Anna said, "Linda, I will not mince words. I find you very attractive.   I hope I do not offend you when I say I would like to make love to you tonight." 

Linda was nonplussed, but recovered quickly.  "I am flattered, Anna.  I am aroused by your femininity. We are adults, so I am not shy to say I would like to go to bed with you."   

"Follow me, Cara," Anna requested. They held hands as Anna led her to her bed chamber, a room even large than Linda's, with a large balcony overlooking the garden.   

"I showered just before you arrived," said Anna.  "You need not do so, as I want to inhale all your natural scents." 

Very nonchalantly Anna, disrobed slowly by untying the sash on her robe and letting it slip slowly off her shoulders to the floor.  She had not been wearing any undergarments and was now completely nude.   With a theatrical gesture, Anna cocked her hip, raised one hand gracefully with an offering gesture and said, "Voila!" 




Sex at Senior Living Center Ch. 05



Linda followed suit. She was wearing business clothes so it took her longer to undress. She was hesitant and worried she might not appeal to Anna. 

The two appraised each other. Anna had a slender waist and her belly only sagged downward slightly. She had heavy breasts - Linda appraised then as 38 C's and a thick mass of pubic hair. Her limbs were rather thin and her thighs were heavy but not flabby.  She had child-bearing wide hips, which accentuated her femininity.  Anna removed the clasps of her coif and let her long hair flow over her chest. It was very sexy. 

"Do you desire me now, Linda," Anna asked with a throaty voice. 

"I do. I do.  I am aroused as you can see." 

  

The nipples on Linda's small breasts were stiff and pointed. Her pussy hair was glistening with perspiration and vaginal excretions. 

"What do you think of me, Anna," Linda asked hesitatingly. She had had more clothes to take off and was awkward stripping down.  At 5' 9" tall, and with a model's body, she almost boyish compared to Anna. 

"You are a beautiful woman and highly desirable."  Taking Linda's hand, Anna said, "Help me with the bed covers."  It was a massive bed, greater than King size, and it would take two people to remove the  bedding and rearrange the pillows. 

What happened next was love in slow motion with exquisite pleasure.   As yet, they had not even touched but the anticipation had them both breathing raggedly. Anna took the lead.  While motioning Linda to lie flat, she lay on her side and began kissing Linda with an open mouth, while caressing her  breasts and  from time to time plucking her nipples slightly.  They then switched positions. They praised each other's bodies and sighed.  

"Shall I taste you now, Linda," Anna asked. 

"Oh my God, yes." 

Kissing and licking her way down Linda's body, Anna positioned herself on her tummy between Linda's outstretched legs. Linda was trembling at the thought of having this woman eat her pussy. 

Anna took her time with Linda. With her fingers and tongue she explored her most inner depths.  Linda responded with long drawn-out sighs. Anna paused and looked up, asking silently with a nod upwards of her chin, if Linda was ready for Anna to work on her clit. 

"Anna, Anna, I am sooo hot, my clit is on fire and throbbing. Please, please finish me off."   

Anna did not rush. Linda's body had done part of the work for her. Her glistening clit was fully exposed on its own. Anna placed her lips tautly over her teeth and bit the clit  firmly but softly. She did this repeatedly until Linda was in sexual agony and finally screamed as she came: "Annaaaaaaaaaaaa!"   

Linda tore herself away from Anna's mouth as her clit was becoming too sensitive and in a fetal position, she sobbed, "Oh, Anna, that was so beautiful."   

Collecting her composure, Linda pleaded, " Anna let me love you now." 

Trading positions, Anna bent her knees and opened her legs wide to give Linda access. Linda was more direct in her approach.  She crouched before Anna's pussy and paused to admire it.  Anna's labia were flappy and her cavity was spread wide, exposing pink undulating flesh coated with Anna's creamy juices.   Having had many children, Anna had a large pussy with an intoxicating aroma emanating from it. 

"Oh, Anna. Your pussy is gorgeous."  She inhaled deeply Anna's scent and sighed: "You smell so wonderful." 

Burying her tongue inside Anna, Linda steadily tongue-fucked her, pausing only to lap up Anna's juices, which flowed in greater abundance as she  became more and more aroused. 

"Anna, I love your taste.  I can't get enough of it." 

Linda was once more getting turned on and began to rub her clit with one hand. With the other she bared Anna's stubby, thick clit and slowly sucked it like it was a little cock. 

Anna responded passionately. "Cara, Cara.  You are driving me wild!  Do not stop!  Do not stop!" 

Anna dug in her heels and writhed in pleasure.  Her breath quickened, her body trembled and with a roar she climaxed and shouted:   "I'm yooooours! "  Her face muscles contorted and she collapsed crying softly, "Thank you, Cara. Thank you Cara." 

Linda was on another plateau. Hearing her new lover cum made her feverish to cum again. 

"I need you Anna. I need you more than ever! "  Without waiting for Anna to reply she raised herself to her knees and scooted over to Anna, and on her haunches,  she straddled Anna's head, lowering her pussy for Anna to lick it. 

"Please, Anna. Please lick me.  Please."  Anna was comforted that this lovely woman needed her attentions so soon, and this time she stepped up the tempo of her pussy licking while Linda tugged on her nipples now in a virtual sitting position. 

It did not take long for Linda to reach her climax again. This time with a long languid intake of breath and an explosive of breathe when she came. Ooooooooooooooooh. 

The two women cuddled and professed gratitude for the terrific  sex they each had enjoyed.  Their lovemaking was to be repeated several more times that weekend.  Their love affair lasted for nearly ten years.  Linda took vacations in Italy and sought excuses to go there on business.  Anna was a generous lover.  As a special birthday present one year, Anna arranged through a friend to take Linda to a  swing clubs where Linda could enjoy being ravaged by several young men.   Her sexual life was in full bloom. Anna was easily able to find time to visit Linda in Chicago.  The sex continued to be fulfilling for them both.  Their love affair ended in a tragedy.  When Linda was in her early 50s, Anna was diagnosed with breast cancer in an advanced stage, which could not be treated.  Linda took extended leave to be with her and was at her bedside along with Anna's many family members when Anna passed away. 

Now in her mid-50s, Linda went though a period of grieving. In the following years, her father died and her mother's health began to deteriorate. Linda had been made a partner at her firm and could now take life a little easier.  She was given permission to curtail her travel schedule and pretty much stayed in Chicago, visiting her often.  Her sex life was non-existent. 

  In her early 60's Linda made arrangements to put her mother in the extended nursing care section of the Senior community center, which had gained rave reviews for the exceptional quality of its living areas and its medical facilities. It was quite expensive, but by this time Linda had pots of money and could handily afford the fees. In fact, she was wealthy.  She had used her knowledge of business developments to be an early investor in the computer industry. Her condominium had appreciated in value so much that when she would eventually sell it she would glean over a million dollars in profit after taxes. That was how she became acquainted with the facility. 

A short  while after her mother passed away, Linda decided it was time to depart her firm.   There was nothing more to tie her to Chicago.  She had accumulated acquaintances, not friends.   Maybe, she thought, she could start a new life in what appeared to be the vibrant Senior community center. She called up Aggie, the manager, whom she had got to know through visits to her mother, and had Aggie put her name on the list for the next villa.  Linda had a sizeable book collection and lots of furniture and memoranda she did not want to part with, so she needed the space. At the age of 63, a vacancy came up and she moved in. 

Her host and hostess were the Shermans.  Linda had hoped to find a woman in whom she could confide and Anita filled that bill.  Linda mixed with members of the community and attended the Friday night cocktail parties.  The Shermans introduced her to professional people with whom she might feel comfortable.  It did not take Linda long to note that there was a lot of sexual byplay at these parties and she observed couples pairing up as well as singles joining them when the parties closed down. One evening she asked Anita if the members were sexually active.  She broke down in tears saying she felt deprived for so many years and wondered if this community would provide a way to become active again. 

Anita felt like a loving sister to Linda.  She told her she was bisexual and would be honored to share her bed.   The two women made love that night and found they were compatible although their needs were different.  Anita took a long time to warm up and could only reach one climax normally but it was a deep, mind-shattering climax. Linda's libido had not declined much.  She was still multi-orgasmic. It was a natural progressive for Leon to join them one night when Linda felt she needed extra attention.  The Shermans later became Linda's sponsor for the Club and Linda to her delight once more was in heaven: this time she could have as many pussies and cocks as she could handle. 

That was the background for Linda's sex life as the board meeting broke up.  Anita button holed Linda after the meeting and asked her: 

"Would you like to join us to celebrate the results?"   

"That would be a great way to cap off this evening," Linda replied enthusiastically.   

"Leon asked: " Would you like me to round up another male?" 

"That is even a better idea, Leon." 

When they arrived at the Sherman's villa, Anita suggested that Leon get on the phone immediately so they could plan the evening better.  She suggested he call Hank, because he most assuredly would be at home caring for his invalid wife Betty.   All the ladies in the Club felt sorry for Hank and sought every opportunity to include him in their social and sexual activities.  Linda was especially pleased because Hank had more endurance than a lot of the other men. 

Hank was available but would be delayed a bit. 

"Leon, you stay here and wait for Hank. Linda and I will take a shower and start the ball going.  You and Hank can join us at any time," Anita instructed her husband.   

In the Sherman's master bedroom, the women disrobed without being self-conscious about it as they had seen each other naked many, many times.  Linda's physical appearance had not changed much since she had disrobed for Anna nearly 20 years ago and for Anita just six years earlier.   Her facial skin tone was more taut than baggy, except for the beginnings of an older woman's droop under her chin.  She was still pretty, with narrow lips and a broad smile. At 5' 9" and a slender 135 pounds she still had a comparatively youthful figure.  Slender ankles, tapered shapely legs and thighs, with the dimples and slackness of skin one might except for a lady in her late 60's.  Her rear was just slightly flaccid but  firm to grip.  Her breasts were small, only 34B, but her nipples were long and very sensitive.  Her once platinum colored hair was now silver gray hair worn in pony tail, which she loosened during sex. She liked the men to pull her hair while taking her doggy style.  She still had a narrow waist and hips. She had not married or had children, so she had a tight cunt , which many a man at the Club learned was a challenge.   

 One of the reasons Linda took to having multiple sex partners at the Club was that the men came too easily.  Unlike the men her younger days, who could recuperate and fuck her once or twice more or even more than that in an all-nighter,  it took at least two of the men at the Club to  satisfy her lust.   There were exceptions and Hank was one of them so she was delighted he would arrive later. 

They donned hairnets and entered the shower together.  They soaped and washed each other's orifices thoroughly.  They murmured pleasantries and sighs.  They hugged frequently and were getting aroused.  The time was getting ripe for some serious loving, so they dried each other off and walked leisurely to the bed.  Lying side-by-side they took turns caressing each other's breasts and limbs, while kissing with half-opened mouths to allow their tongues to interplay.  Linda would push Anita on her back to enable her to suck and flick her nipples and Anita would reverse their roles.   

Linda and Anita knew every inch of each other's bodies. They knew their respective sensitive areas, knew when they were on the point of climaxing and knew when to back off to prolong their pleasure.  Anita inserted her middle finger in her anus and rubbed her clit with her thumb while she sucked Linda's clit. The curious thing about Linda was that her vocalizations were different with women than with men.  She spoke softly and used terms even in passion. With men she was often a slut spurring them on with "dirty" words and climaxing more loudly.  It was a schizophrenic sex life form that aspect but it suited both her female and male lovers.    

 On her side to Linda's left, Aggie lightly stroked Linda's thighs with her right hand and nibbled at her small, but stiffening nipples.  Linda stretched her legs wider as she relaxed and became responsive. The women kissed gently, sucking on each other's tongues as they Frenched.  Linda thrust her hips upward to indicate she wanted Aggie to play with her pussy. With the flat of fingers Aggie moved her hand up and down Linda's pussy lips, which blossomed open.  Linda groaned with pleasure. She did not have to tell her friend what to do. It was all rote to Aggie by now.  When Linda's pussy became juicy it was time to probe her pussy with her middle finger and to move lower, maneuvering her body so she could tongue and suck her clit.  With the first flick of Aggie's tongue against her clit, Linda jerked and yipped.  The tempo of her moans increased and Aggie sensed Linda would climax soon. She kept her on that plateau and moved now completely between Linda's legs so she could bury her mouth in Linda's vagina and tongue fuck her, while bumping her nose against Linda's clit. Linda responded with a long, drawn out moan and, peaking,  squealed shrilly as she came.   

Aggie was affected by Linda's passion. Her own pussy was sopping wet and she could cum in moments, almost without touching herself. While Linda was coming down from her climax and breathing raggedly, Aggie lustily said:  " You can do me now, dear." 

Rearranging their bodies into a 69 position, with Linda still supine, Aggie placed her pussy above Linda's face and began once again to lick Linda's pussy lips.  Linda's long tongue snaked inside Aggie's much larger and wider cunt. She sucked at Aggie's inner walls, which caused Aggie to raise her head in ecstasy and shout: 

 "Move to my clit, I cannot hold out any longer! I've got to cum now!"   

 She was so high from lust that she stopped mouthing her friend's pussy. She wriggled her cunt so Linda could have better access to her clit, a little nub compared to Linda's, but highly sensitive.    

"Oh my fucking Gooooooood," Anita screamed, as soon as Linda began to suck her clit vigorously.   

She threw her head back and shouted. Yeeeeeees!  Yeeeeeees!  

She was spent and could not attend to Linda who had just begun to stir again. At that point the men entered the room. 

 "Here comes the cavalry!  I desperately need a cock, guys, " Linda cried. Hank stepped in to take over from Anita, who was still a little shaky from her orgasm.   

With Linda on her back, Hank immediately plunged in.  Leon went to the side of the bed and placed his cock near Linda's face. She started sucking him.  

"I want to taste your cum, Leon", Linda gasped between long slurps along his shaft, but she had to let Anita finish off her husband, as Hank was driving her wild.  

Hank had buried his cock to the hilt in her cunt. He had raised her legs over his shoulders for maximum penetration.  Linda played with her clit and came with a rush on his cock.  She paused only a few seconds after the first wave of her climax passed  and she was rising towards another peak.   

  "Fuck the living shit out of me, Hank," she screamed, now  into overdrive. She dug her nails into his back and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly so that every stroke would cause his pelvic to bounce against her clit.  

"Harder, harder.  Fuck me harder," she begged.   

  She dug her nails into his back and came again and squeezed Hank's cock  with her pussy muscles causing him to explode. 

"OH, Hank, I can't control myself," she screamed,  as she dug her nails into his back.   

 Oooooooooooooooh," moaned, burying her face into his neck and giving him a love bite.   

  "I can't help it," she sobbed. "I can't! I can't!  And she convulsed into a shorter wave of orgasms, raking Hank's back.  Although he had just ejaculated, she was still retaining his slackened cock with her strong inner muscles.  She felt the spurt of his cum, which sent erotic ripples throughout her body. 

 "Oh my Gooood. Oh my goooooodd, Hank." Her body trembled and she gasped for breath. 

"I am wasted. I feel thoroughly drained. What a wonderful fuck, Hank."  

Give me a kiss, Leon. You too, Anita," Linda asked lovingly. 

One by one, they did as she asked."Anita, you really worked over my pussy so well tonight.  I really, really needed that.  But Leon, sweetie, I never did get to swallow. I won't neglect you next time." 

To be continued.



Sex at Senior Living Center Ch. 06



While members of the Club were delighted to learn that the monthly Club gatherings, with a few minor adjustments, could continue unimpeded, it must be pointed out that all of the current members had active sex lives irrespective of the Club activities. The monthly gatherings were merely a convenient way to meet new members, socialize on a broader scale with sexually active seniors and engage in more comprehensive group sessions. The friendships made there were leveraged for sexual bouts throughout the month. 

Still, many Club members liked the thrill of the chase and they interacted with other members of the Senior Community Center to seek new thrills outside the bounds of the Club's gatherings. They found that there were pockets of groups that more or less met regularly to line up sexual dates and there were more timid members of the larger community who were there for the asking, so to speak. 

One of the more daring couples in the Club is Annie and Thomas Bettinger. In their early 70's, they had been swingers for decades before they moved to the Senior Community Center. No one can guess from their appearance and demeanor that both are skilled lovers and open to almost any form of sexual contact. They look like the models for grannie and grandpa. 

Annie dresses the part. She always wears her silver hair in a tight bun. She puts on little make-up; just light coloring to her smooth-as-velvet cheeks and a touch of lipstick. She dons shifts with long hems and loose waists. No cleavage peeks at all. Yet, those fortunate enough to end up in bed with her, find she is superb at oral sex . She knows all the tricks for getting a man hard and keeping him on edge. And she has never run across a woman whom she couldn't bring to climax. In contrast to polite public conversation , Annie has an earthy provocative vocabulary during sex that is second to no woman. Especially when she becomes passionate. A tall, slender woman at 5' 8" , her long legs are eager to wrap around a man. She is on the skinny side; even with the onset of age her breasts are barely a B cup and she hardly weighs 120 pounds. Not a femme fatale at all, but a popular sex partner by word of mouth. 

Thomas resembles his wife physically. He is a little under six feet tall and quite the beanpole. He eats heartedly but tips the scales at only 135 pounds. Thomas always dresses conservatively. He wears a tie for breakfast! And like his wife he does not appear to be attractive to the opposite sex. No one can tell that this man can attain nearly a 9 inch erection and can sustain it for as long as most men ten or 15 years his junior or more. Women usually gasp when they see what is in store for them. True, these days he can ejaculate just once in a session, but he's also a world-class pussy-eater with an unusually long tongue and skill to match. They have always been much in demand. Both favor same-room sex with couples as both like to see their partners having pleasure and now and then both pick up some nuances or new tips for their private love-making bouts . 

Annie is a social butterfly and likes to organize parties. When there was a doubt about the future of the Club she took the initiative to organize a swapper's dinner party at their villa. It was limited to four couples and four singles. Two of the singles and one of the couples had recently moved into the Community but were not members of the Club. This was a mixed group of Club and non-Club members but one that was sexually oriented. 

Several of the women had never been with Thomas and only a few of the men had been with Annie. After dinner the men and women would pair up. Rule: no one could end up with a partner or date. There were no other restrictions. The Bettingers had enough bedrooms and couches to accommodate everyone if they chose to remain to play, instead of heading off for residences. 

Annie made sure everyone got to know one another. She allowed people to pick their table partners. As often as not, this was the way people ended up together but sometimes in the cross conversations other arrangements were made. 

Annie had her eye on one of the male newcomers, Dan Garfield, a widower. A six-footer with a solid physique, he looked like a good potential playmate, so she steered him to a place beside her but also gave him the opportunity to chat with a widow across the table. (This was Helen an experienced Club member.) Dan had been recommended by and vouched for one of the Club's old timers, but he was not yet a Club member. He was a bit quiet but obviously had a wandering eye and had been involved in numerous discreet affairs during his marriage, which his wife had condoned because she was one of those women who, if she were in Europe would have been delighted if her husband took a mistress, because she did not really like sex. 

In the byplay at dinner, Annie tried to bring Dan out of his shell. 

"Dan, I am happy you could join us. We're free spirits here. If you have a yen to be with anyone, let me know and I'll see if she is free. Or if you would like to be with a couple, I'll point out the ones who would welcome a threesome." 

"Oh, I thought I could be with you, since we are sitting together," Dan said disappointed. 

"Wise choice, Dan," Annie laughed. "Would you like to join Thomas and me for a foursome?" 

"I've enjoyed threesomes with friends but I am shy about group sex. Actually, I have never been in a foursome." 

"Well, do you want to try? We can ask Helen if she would like to be with Thomas. We can all fit nicely together on our extra large King-sized bed or we can use separate beds in our guest room. " 

Dan hesitated and before he responded, Helen, who could not help overhearing them, piped in: 

"I would love to have a foursome with you and Annie, Dan. If Thomas does not wear me out, you can be with me, too." It should be noted that Helen and Thomas had teamed up several times in the past and she was used to be thoroughly ravaged by his wonderful cock. 

"Well, it is settled then. I'll tell Thomas before he lines up something else." With that she walked over to another table where Thomas was chatting with one of the new couples. 

Rejoining them, Annie said: " We're in business, folks." 

Dan was reluctant not because he wasn't keen to try something new but because he was concerned about living up to these experienced ladies' expectations. 

"Ok, I' m game but you two should know that I am not too well endowed. About average size I guess."

"Dan, no woman likes to gag on a big cock. I and Helen can tell you that while we love being pleasured by having Thomas inside us, it is no mean feat to give him head," Annie said soothingly. 

"You're probably the right size for my mouth," Helen pitched in. 

"Don't eat too much salt for dinner, Dan. I'm on a low salt diet," Annie giggled.

"No problem there. I have to watch my blood pressure, too," Dan said getting involved with the frivolities. 

"Annie, would you mind if we just used separate beds to get started? I feel more comfortable with that arrangement," Dan added. 

After dinner, everyone had paired up nicely. Several couples opted to head home, but one couple stayed put for a private session right on a living room couch, while Dan, Thomas, Helen and Annie headed for the Bettinger's guest room.

Actually, Dan was eager to see what Helen looked like naked. He had seen her several times at breakfast and admired her figure. Unlike Annie, Helen was buxom - 36 C's at least - and had child-bearing hips. She was built for comfort as the saying goes. At 150 pounds and 5' 6" she was a real handful. What Dan did not know was that Helen was one of the few women in the Club who had a deep enough birth passage to take Thomas' full length without his bumping up against their cervixes. With many of the others, he had to back off a bit. Helen loved sex but was not multi-orgasmic. Usually, one deep orgasm was enough to satisfy her and it took her a little longer than other women to get there. That is why she appreciated Thomas' staying power. But even if she couldn't cum she was grateful for a good fuck. And she expressed her appreciation vocally, which all her male partners found thrilling. 

Dan was equally keen to unclothe Annie, as he liked thin women. It was easier to maneuver them into a variety of positions and he found it much easier to eat them out.

"Do you want to undress me, Dan?" Annie asked, as they stood by one of the single beds.

"I'd like to see you strip, Annie. Please do it slowly. I want to admire you." 

Annie nodded and shrugged off her shift, revealing her modest lingerie. She turned her back to him and took off her bra, then turned to get his reaction. 

Dan was delighted by her youthful figure. Her small breasts did not sag much and she had prominent nipples. He moved closer to take one nipple in his mouth. 

"Don't bite too hard, Dan. They're sensitive. Sorry, I haven't bigger tits for you to play with," she pouted. 

"Annie more than a mouthful is superfluous. I think your tits are just fine." 

While Dan explored Annie's tits with his hands and mouth, she was busy unbuckling his belt and pulling down his zipper. She gently grasped his cock, which was now at half mast and said: 

"You've got nothing to be ashamed of Dan. That's a beautiful cock. Let's get it harder." 

Dan stepped out of his pants and shorts and stood by while Annie squatted on her heels and gave him a blow job. She held his balls in the palm of one hand and slowly massaged them. At the same time she twirled her tongue around his cockhead. She began to taste precum as he almost swelled to full length, so she abruptly stopped. She squeezed abruptly the base of his cock to bring him down a bit and said: 

"It's my turn, Dan. Get ready to eat some juicy pussy."

She adroitly slipped out of her panties and assumed a position on her back on the bed to facilitate his mouthing her. Her legs were spread wide and she was in a half sitting position, supported by pillows against the headboard, so she could watch and give him directions. 

Dan stripped down completely and crawled on his belly until he was ready to dine at the Y. He took a moment to check out her pussy, which was a natural full bush of silver- colored, twirled hair, barely concealing a narrow slit. Annie never had children so she was still very tight. So tight that some of the men in her age group came almost a few minutes after penetration. She got around that to some extent by having them get her extra juicy by fingering or cunnilingus. She could cum a lot through pussy eating. Usually a couple of shallow orgasms that served to lubricate her well in anticipation for their entering her. 

"Annie, you have a nice pussy." He took a deep breathe and exhaling said: "Wow, you smell great. Really sexy." 

With a faint grunt of pleasure, Dan began licking the sides of Annie's thighs, switching from one side to the other. He took his time and awaited a sign she was ready for more, which came in the flow of her juices and a deep sigh.

Dan began to nibble at Annie's pussy lips and alternately snaked his tongue inside her. He was scoring points as Annie responded: 

"Keep that up, Dan. Keep licking me til I tell you to go for my clit," Annie moaned. 

Dan decided to insert his middle finger in her cunt and search for her G Spot while moving his kisses upwards towards Annie's clit. Apparently he got the right spot, for Annie groaned:

"Oh, sooo good, Dan. So good. You're priming me sooooo good. " 

Annie's hips began to grind against Dan's mouth and then she screamed:

"Goddamn! Suck my clit! Do it now. Now!"

Dan did not have to pop her clit. It was extruding out of her slime, so it was easy for him to latch onto it with his lips. He slowly sucked it while keeping his middle finger engaged inside her cunt. 

"Holy shiiiiiit! I'm cuuuuuuuming!" Annie screamed. Her body then jerked as her orgasm hit her.

Catching her breath, she pleaded: " Don't you dare stop now! I got another cum left," and she pressed his head against her pussy.

Dan was impressed. He had not expected her to be multi-orgasmic so he pressed forward with his fingering and tongue lashing. It seemed like only seconds later that Annie screamed again:

"Yees, Yeees, God. Yeeeees. It's so goooooood!." 

Now while Dan was eating out Annie, Thomas was plowing Helen's furrow doggy-style til she was gasping for breath. She was completely turned on by Annie's screams. 

"Thomas, fuck the shit out of me! I got to cum so bad! I cannot stand it anymore," she hollered. 

Being the good cocksman he was Thomas stepped up the pace, grabbed Helen's hair and brutally gave her a series of deep, fast strokes that forced her off her knees onto her tummy. With a loud wail, she screamed out her climax: 

"UUUUUUUUUUH! AAAAAAAAAAAH.! OOOOOOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" 

Helen was splayed out on the bed, completely satisfied. Regaining her breath, she mumbled: 

"Thomas, you wasted me. That was one of the deepest orgasms I have ever had."

Her erotic sounds were not wasted on Dan and Annie. 

"Dan, give me a good fucking. I want your cock now!"

Heeding her plea, Dan scooted up the bed and got on all fours, resting his weight on his forearms on either side of her head. In a smooth movement, Annie slipped under his body, raised her legs, spread wide, to wrap around his waist in order to maneuver his cock into her now dripping cunt.

"Give me a good bounce, Baby: Bounce me real good!" 

Dan penetrated her quickly and rhythmically slow-dicked Annie, making the bed springs hum.

"Yeah, Dan. Yeah, Dan. You're fucking me damn good. God, I love it! I love it!" Annie moaned passionately, working towards another orgasm. 

Now Dan did something that surprised Annie. He moved his body forward, so that his cock was entering her at a nearly vertical angle. He then sat up on his haunces and rearranged her legs, holding them with both hands over her breasts towards her head. In that position his pelvic hit her clit every time he plunged inside her. And he did it by withdrawing his cock almost entirely from her cunt and then suddenly slamming inside her as hard as he could. After several deep thrusts to the hilt, he withdrew his cock and ran it along her slot over her protruding clit before plunging again into her depths. The repetition of these movements was driving Annie insane. Her previous steady build-up was turning into a tsunami wave. 

"OH, my fuuuucking God! That is so fucking great! You're going to make me cum again! Quick! Quick! Give it to me you sweet fucker! Harder! Harder!"

"Yeah, Annie, get there, Baby! I'm ready to drop my load." 

"Shit, go for it! Spray your cum inside me. Just do it!" 

With all the erotic chatter around him and Annie's tight grip on his cock he was helpless and groaned loudly as he spurted: "Ahhhhhhhhh! 

That was highly erotic to Annie and as Dan was spurting inside her she came again. This time screaming like a banshee in a ragged, rising crescendo of drawn-out shrieks: 

OOOH! OOOOOH! OOOOOOOOOH! OOOOOOOOOH! Her head snapped back and she racked Dan's back with her nails. When they disentangled for a breather, Annie apologized.

"Dan, I couldn't help it! You got me so good! What a fantastic lover you are! Where in the hell did you learn that position?"

"An old girl friend who was into yoga and Eastern sex practices. She knew the major positions in the Kama Sutra and in a Chinese text so we tried out many of them. That one gets a woman off good but it is hard on a man's cock and back. Even though you don't weigh much, I could not have kept it up much longer, without throwing my back out. I don't remember the name for it." 

Both Helen and Thomas had watched the denouement of Dan's performance and were equally amazed. Thomas was so distracted that he lost his erection just as Helen was deep throating him. They both applauded and gave Dan a thumbs up. 

Noticing her husband's limp cock, Annie asked: "Helen, do you want to have the honors of finishing Thomas off?" 

"Sure thing. My mother told me to always finish a meal," she chortled. 

She went back to deep-throating Thomas. Stepping up her game, she inserted a finger into his anus and massaged his prostate. Dan and Annie watched enthralled as this woman was able to take all nine inches of Thomas down her throat. Thomas responded by blowing his gasket and shooting off a modest amount of sperm. He was a man of few words, even in the throes of sex, so all he could muster was a groan of intense sexual relief. 

Because of the intensity of their respective sexual bouts, everyone was sated. Annie asked Dan what he thought of participating in a foursome.

Dan replied enthusiastically: "It was better than I had imagined. Maybe, next time we can use your King-sized bed." 

"I second that," Helen chipped in. Thomas just grinned. 

"Dan, you are a welcome addition to our group," Annie said. "There will be plenty of couples who will want you to join them. But, If you have any more tricks up your sleeve I want you to try them out on me first!" To be continued. 

*****

Footnote: The position Dan used is best suited for people who still are agile, but only if the male has enough upper body strength to lift his partner's legs and hold out until she cums, without harming himself. Dan was probably thinking of a variant of the Tao sex position called the Deep Chamber. Men have to be fit to pull off this position without straining or injuring their backs.