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Peach Fuzz

By: JustLikeEwe



A short story about a lonely old geezer and the young lady who solicited at his door on evening.

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"No need to be afraid," the man said as he watched the girl follow him into his garage, and after he closed the door behind them he put his hand on her shoulder.

Debbie Blair jumped when she felt the older man's hand touch her, even though his hand had landed mostly on her blouse and not on the bare skin of her rounded shoulder. The man, who was well over three times the age of the student he had managed to talk into coming into his garage with him, tried to give her a grandfatherly smile in an effort to get her to relax.

"Are you sure you're eighteen?" Henry Wilcox asked her, and after she nodded briskly he added, "You don't act it or look it. Are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable inside my house?"

"No," Debbie said as she inched a bit away from the man who had only been in the neighborhood a week.

"Okay. Like I said, you came in here on your own and you can leave any time," he reminded her, his eyes measuring the contours of the teen's still growing body, and given that she was a little pear-shaped and not too busty he figured the cutey to be around 33-26-38.

"I know," she said in a voice that betrayed her nerves. "Can we just do it and get it over with?"

"Gee, you make it sound like you don't want to do this. I know you're only doing it for the money so your school can buy new playground equipment or whatever you said it was for, but you should think of it as being fun too," the old-timers suggested

"I don't have to take anything off - that's what you said," Debbie repeated for at least the third time. 

"That's right. All you have to do her pull your panties down to the top of your knee socks and then lift that cute plaid skirt of yours up to your waist," Henry Wilcox agreed.

"And you'll buy that stuff in the catalog you checked off?" Debbie asked hopefully.

"Anything to further the cause of education," he said of the fundraising effort of the religious school that had brought his young neighbor to his door in the first place.

Henry Wilcox didn't care about the popcorn or the greeting cards or anything else he had said he would buy. All he wanted to do was get a better look at the girl who had caught his eye as he was moving in. Look and maybe and touch a little.

"Nobody can see us in here," Henry said as he watched the cherubic blonde fidgeting while craning her neck to look out through the dusty glass windows near the top of the garage door, and as her blue eyes darted back towards him he added, "Just you and me here."

"The least you can do is give me a smile, seeing how good of a customer I'm going to be," Henry kidded, and when Debbie gave him a tepid little grin and exposed the clear braces on her slightly crooked teeth his heart started beating faster. "That's it. Now how about you doing what you said you would?"

"Just pull the panties down and lift the skirt up?" Debbie squirmed.

"That's what we agreed on," Henry said as his growing frustration started to show in his voice, and when she still squirmed around he added, "You know, the way you keep delaying I'm beginning to think I was right - that you don't have any hair down there."

"I do too," Debbie pouted, and finally after delaying the inevitable for as long as she could she reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties.

Henry salivated when he saw the white cotton panties go down to the tops of Debbie's equally white socks, taking a deep breath when he saw the slight discoloration in the crotch of the undies and wondered whether that was pee or a case of her being wet.

Even if you are excited about this honey, Henry pondered as he waited for the skirt to rise, you can't be anywhere near as charged up as I am because my cock is trying to rip through my trousers right now.

"There, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" Henry asked as his eyes were briefly sidetracked by the sight of the little swells under the girl's blouse rising and falling faster with her heavy breathing. "Now just lift your skirt up - that's it - higher - higher - little more."

"There. See?" Debbie said in a voice that tried to be defiant but failed when the words quivered as they came out. "Told you."

"Oh!" Henry said, his eyes wide open as he stared at the raised mound with the modest wisp of golden hairs guarding the opening. "I guess you do have a little hair down there, although it looks more like peach fuzz - wait a minute. Keep your skirt up for a second."

"You said you were just going to look Mr. Wilcox," the young woman pouted, but even though she complained she kept her skirt up around her belly button. 

"Did you pee yourself?" the old man inquired as he pointed out the wet spot in the crotch of the panties, and to that Debbie shook her head no violently.

"Then what is that there?" he asked and then noted, "Your peach fuzz is sparkling too, like it's wet too."

"Mr. Wilcox," Debbie whined as she saw the old man's hand come towards her, the teen seeming to be frozen in fear as the weathered hand softly brushed against the ultra-fine hair that guarded her sex, and when those fingers touched her pouting labia - so wet that they sparkled in the dim light of the garage - her body shuddered in response.

"What's happening?" Debbie sobbed as she felt herself being gently lifted onto a plastic cabinet of sorts, and the way her senior citizen neighbor looked at her should have been comforting because he still looked like the kindly old man he always was but everything was different.

"Something wonderful," Henry said as he knelt down on the cement floor between her slightly pudgy thighs and looked at the pussy that not many if any others had seen while easing the panties off. "Something you've been waiting for all your life, even if you didn't realize it."

"OH!" Debbie cried out when after the grey-haired senior had moved his face between her legs she felt something warm and wet sliding inside of her opening, and as the old man's tongue wiggled around her clitoris she squealed loudly.

"Ssh!" Henry hissed when he briefly pulled his tongue out, only to dip it in deeper as he held onto the squirming young lady as she writhed around on the top of the cabinet, and the senior snorted as he inhaled the ripe scent of her pussy while he lapped at it.

Debbie wasn't trying to get away but she was thrashing around on the somewhat perilous perch and so Henry grabbed her around her hips, the effect not only stabilizing the teen but drawing her sex closer to him, and the result was a mad wail that Henry only hoped wasn't as loud as it sounded.

The pale fleshy thighs crushed his ears as the girl came, her hands clawing at his thinning scalp while the old man's wrinkled face was misted with her juices, and his face became drenched as he kept licking while Debbie's orgasm continued until she had to beg the senior citizen to stop.

The girl was crying, sweating and shivering as Henry struggled to his feet, her bunched up shirt and the disheveled blouse making her look nothing like she had when she came in, and her confused expression would have been comical if it wasn't real.

"There, wasn't that nice?" Henry asked as he put her hands under the young lady's arms and gently set her back down on the floor, and when his hands were in Debbie's armpits he felt something besides the sweat that the hollows were drenched with.

"Mmm," Henry said as he lifted the teen's right arm up a little so he could see the little patch of tiny golden hairs in the center of the otherwise creamy white crater. "You've got a little peach fuzz under your arms too, don't you honey?"

"I have to go," the shivering girl said as she bent down to get her panties back on, and after she did the old man helped her get herself somewhat together.

"It would have been nicer to have been inside, don't you think honey?" Henry suggested as he brushed off the dust that had gotten on the back of the girl's white blouse. "Maybe when you deliver the things I bought you can come inside."

"I couldn't," Debbie said, and then the old man man let the frazzled young lady out.

She staggered to her bicycle, and as she kept a wary eye towards the garage she fumbled with the order book that had been in the basket of the bike before climbing on.

"Sweet," Henry sighed as he looked through the window, his eyes taking in the sight of the pudgy cutie before she departed as he stroked his cock that had been as stiff as it was back when he was 18 too, his pants and boxers down around his knees as his one fist worked rapidly while his other hand rubbed his mouth and he savored the scent and flavor of the teen's sex and sweat.

Debbie's leg was just passing though the opening of the bike, revealing a lot of smooth pale flesh as Debbie got on the seat, and Henry Wilcox came as he wished his face was the seat, his cum spurting energetically on the inside of the garage door.

"I know I'm sick but that was fucking good," Henry said to himself as he pulled his trousers up, not sure whether the next knock on his door would be made by the girl's parents or Debbie herself.

"Better than watching Wheel of Fortune, that's for sure," he concluded while moving his aching body slowly into the house, sucking on the fingers that had stroked the teen's armpit and knowing damn well than Vanna White's wouldn't taste half as sweet.

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Thank you for reading the story. Debbie may return to the house depending on the opinions of the readers.

Peach Fuzz: Debbie Can't Sleep



The seventh installment of this saga finds Henry Wilcox, the 67 year old neighbor of 18 year old Debbie Blair, at home after spending an eventful morning at church with the young lady and her parents. The fact that the senior citizen had just taken Debbie anally just hours before made meeting her parents interesting to say the least.

Henry was half expecting Debbie to make a visit to him once again, but since she had her afternoon committed to a continuation at home of the religious service he wasn't positive of that and as night fell his hopes diminished even further. Then the phone rang...



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"Hello?" Henry cooed into the phone, and since he had just moved in and few knew his number he suspected that the person on the other end was his nubile young lover and he wasn't mistaken.

"Hi Henry," Debbie said softly. "It's me under the covers."

"What are you doing under there?" Henry asked as he pulled the cord around the corner so he could settle into his recliner.

"Thinking about you," Debbie admitted. "Thinking about last night."

"Does your anus still hurt honey? I got a little carried away."

"Just a little but it was worth it."

"How was your afternoon honey? Did you sing Amazing Grace with your parents?"

"No. I can't believe Mom told you about that."

"I was going to tell your Mom that I already heard you sing - I liked that song you sang last night. What was it called? Ow ow ow don't stop?" Henry asked, and after Debbie muffled her giggle he added. "That was a wonderful song." 

"No. I sang this song that's on the radio. I told them it was a hymn I found in a book but it's called 'Spirit In the Sky'. It's a rock and roll song that they play on the radio station I'm not supposed to listen to. Have you heard it?" Debbie asked, and then she softly sang a few lines of the tune.

"You do sing nicely."

"Have to keep quiet so my folks don't hear me."

"So your grandfather is going to pay you a visit?" Henry asked in changing the subject. "You didn't seem too excited."

"I'm not. I'm scared. Jennifer - my big mouth cousin Jennifer - told our grandfather about me and you."

"You tell Jennifer everything we do?"

"Just about," Debbie admitted. "I got tired of her bragging about the stuff her and Grandpa do and how great he makes her feel so I brag on you too."

"I'm flattered," Henry confessed.

"Now Jennifer is mad at me because Grandpa is coming to visit and she thinks I'm trying to steal him away from her but I'm not. I don't want him doing things to me. I want you. He scares me. He smiles a lot when my Mom and Dad are around but when we're alone he looks at me funny."

"He's just coming around for something to do with his retirement, or at least that's what your mother said."

"No, he told her that but it's a lie. He told Jennifer that he forgot that I was getting older and was going to come up and break me in right," Debbie said in a nervous voice.

"Guess I'm going to lose you then," Henry said wistfully. "As I recall you said that your cousin told you how well endowed he was and I can't compete with that."

"You mean money?" Debbie asked.

"No honey," Henry chuckled. "Well endowed in this case means that Jennifer said your grandfather had a large penis. I certainly can't claim that and lots of women prefer that."

"I like yours. It's perfect," Debbie said. "I really like to suck it and I think I did better last time. I wish I was over there to suck it right now."

"Me too honey," Henry said as he pulled his cock out through the fly of his pajamas and stretched the modest organ out while they chatted. "You suck it so good."

"He's going to make me suck his too and then he's going to want to put it in my bottom and then in my - you know."

"Your what honey? Where is your Grandpa going to put that big cock of his?" Henry asked, becoming aroused even while getting depressed at the thought of his lover being taken.

"He told Jennifer that he's going to..." Debbie said, hesitating a bit before finishing. "He said he was coming out here so he can you-know-what my pussy and ass hard. That's why Jennifer is mad. She's jealous. She wants Grandpa all to herself and I tried to tell her I don't want him..."

"You might like it honey," Henry suggested, although when he thought about how tight her anus had been for him and recalled how huge Debbie's cousin said their grandfather's cock was he cringed at the thought.

"It's you I love," Debbie sobbed, and while Henry tried to tell her that was crazy she would love someone so different in age he couldn't because he felt that way too. "I want you to be my first, before he gets to me. One night this week I'll sneak out. I can't now because my folks are still up. I can hear them praying."

"Honey, I'm coming over," Henry said before hanging up, and after he pulled out the toy that he had just unwrapped the other day he threw on his robe and headed outside.

"I pray too - I pray they don't fix that streetlight," Henry whispered to himself as he looked at the only source of illumination on that part of the quiet street which seemed burnt out, and grateful for the quiet nature of the road and the way houses were widely scattered, he made his way down to the Blair residence where Debbie was at the window waiting.

"Hi," Henry whispered before Debbie leaned out the window and kissed him feverishly.

"You're going to come in aren't you?" Debbie offered but Henry declined because if climbing in didn't kill him scrambling out surely would.

"Is your door locked?" Henry asked, and after Debbie nodded he added, "Can you take off your shirt for me?"

"Okay," Debbie said, and after she peeled off her Krazy Kat nightshirt she stood there naked by her bed.

"You look like an angel honey," Henry whispered. "Play with your breasts for me honey. That's it."

"I like it better when you do it Henry," Debbie said as she brought her hands up to cup and then knead her budding breasts.

"I know honey," Henry said. "I love to watch you do it too though. I love how big your nipples get when they get aroused. Are you getting wet? Is your pussy starting to tingle?"

"A little. Please come in Henry. There's a milk crate over by the side of the garage."

"I want to watch you get off honey," Henry said, and after reaching into his robe pocket pulled out the vibrator and handed it to the girl through the window. "I want you to get on the bed and lay back, and then I want you to spread your thighs and pretend that it's my cock and slide it in and out of your pussy."

"I don't know how," Debbie said as she looked at the device. "Your thingy is bigger than this."

"This will get you used to it so when we make love it won't hurt."

"Will this make me bleed? Jennifer says that when you first do it you bleed."

"You've never put anything inside of you before?" Henry asked. "Nothing at all?"

"My finger, but not too far. Just around the tingly part."

"You probably won't bleed honey," Henry said. "Just sit down and then lay back and open your legs."

"Please come in - we'll be real quiet," Debbie whispered as she got closer to the window, so close that the senior could smell her pussy. "I'll help you in."

"All right," Henry said resignedly, and as he looked over and saw the metal box Debbie was talking about he headed over while muttering to himself, "I must be getting soft in the head."

The same couldn't be said for the old man's cock, which was tenting out the front of the pajama bottoms after the little show Debbie had put on, and when he returned Debbie had already opened the window all the way and was waiting. 

Henry figured he must look like an idiot climbing into an 18 year old girl's bedroom wearing a bathrobe and pajamas, but the smell of her pussy was even coming through the window and it was that carrot-on-the-stick and got him through the window, awkwardly as it was.

"You okay Henry?" Debbie asked after helping the old man to his feet, and Henry nodded as they embraced, his hands squeezing Debbie's plump cheeks.

"Get on the bed," Henry whispered, and after she did Henry made his creaky knees go down to the carpet while spreading the teen's legs and putting them over his shoulders. "Oh honey, you're so wet."

"I know. Please help me. I've been tingly all day," Debbie pleaded, and after Henry reminded her to keep quiet grabbed the vibrator and lowered his face into the girl's dripping grotto, a valley so wet that the down around her mound was flattened.

"Oops," Henry whispered when he turned on the vibrator and realized that even though it probably sounded real loud because he was right next to it, it was still too loud to risk so he kept it off and eased the thin probe between her labia, or at least tried.

"Relax honey," Henry whispered as he teased her clitoris with his tongue while trying to get the vibrator into what felt like a keyhole.

"It's too big," Debbie said as she grabbed the backs of her thighs to spread her legs wider, and only after spinning and coaxing did her manage to push some of the vibrator into Debbie who let out an oohhh in response.

"There honey," Henry said softly as he worked in the end of the device which was no bigger than his thumb and smaller than his own modest manhood, but something Debbie was reacting to as if it was a baseball bat. "How's that?"

"Good," Debbie hissed. "Wish it was your thingy."

"Me too," Henry said as he worked the end of the vibrator in and out while lapping at her sex, and the faster he went the more Henry worried about Debbie making noise when she came.

She did her best, but even the stifled squeal sounded like a roar to Henry as he pressed her pussy to his face by letting go of the vibrator and grabbing her butt, but after he pulled the device out of the spent girl his worst fears were answered.

"Princess?" came a male voice at the door along with a light tapping sound, and with that Henry looked at the open window for a brief second before exchanging terrified looks with Debbie in the murky darkness.

"Shit," Henry muttered as he reached under the bed, and finding what might be room enough for him, dropped down onto his back and slithered under the bed frame, grateful that he was still a slim guy.

"Coming Daddy," Debbie was saying as the bed bounced a bit while she pulled on her night shirt, and then Henry saw her little feet padding towards the door and unlocking it.

"What's wrong Daddy?"

"It sounded like something was wrong," asked the girl's father as he entered the room.

"Oh, I think I had a nightmare or something," Debbie tried to explain, while under the bed Henry fought to keep from sneezing from the dust bunnies he had awakened by scrambling under the bed.

"You shouldn't really have the window open Princess," Mr. Blair declared while Henry took the vibrator up to his mouth and put it in his mouth, figuring that if he was to be pulled out from under the bed by his ankles at least he would die tasting Debbie's sweet pussy.

"But I like the fresh air Daddy," Debbie protested.

"Well, it is kind of stuffy in here," her father said while sniffing, and then suggested, "We should get you one of those air freshener things."

Smells great to me, Henry thought as the scent of Debbie's orgasm lingered in the room, but finally Debbie's father left after kissing his daughter good night and after the door clicked shut Henry squirmed out from under the bed while Debbie helped him up onto it.

"Oh brother," Henry whispered while Debbie smothered him with kisses and giggled.

"It was like an adventure," Debbie decided. "I came so good too with that thing in me. It didn't hurt so bad after a while."

"Told you. Now, I think I better get back home."

"No you don't. You deserve a prize first," Debbie said as she tried to get Henry's pajamas off. "I want to make you happy too."

"Honey...," Henry started to argue, his erection having disappeared from terror, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her as she took his former position on the floor while he fell back into the bedding.

"I don't get to see it soft very much - like Stretch Armstrong," Debbie said as she moved between the old man's thighs and began pulling on the modest rubbery tube before sucking on it a little.

"Jennifer told me some things I should do to make you happy - before she got mad at me that is," Debbie explained before pulling the old man's flaccid dick back up towards his stomach. "If I don't do it right tell me."

"Oohh!" Henry groaned when he felt his long wrinkled scrotum get played with just before his right nut went into Debbie's mouth, and as she sucked on the orb vigorously he felt her hand slid down between his butt cheeks.

"Omigod!" Henry wheezed as he felt Debbie's finger fumbling around before sliding it into his anus, and now she was sliding her index finger in and out of his asshole while continuing to suck on his balls, going back and forth while trying to suck them clear off his body.

"Wow," Debbie hissed after Henry writhed around on the bedding for a minute or two, chewing on a pillow to keep quiet. "That really made your thingy hard fast didn't it?"

"Oh!" Henry moaned as she looked down and saw Debbie holding his veiny erection in her little paw.

"I know what to do with this," she giggled before wrapping her lips around his cock, and as Henry fought to make it last he marveled at how good she had gotten in such a short time.

"Mmm," Debbie mumbled when after a couple minutes of enthusiastic sucking the old man's cock erupted in her mouth, and only after he stopped cumming and went limp she reluctantly let go of him.

"You're so good to me," Henry declared as he sat upright and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her and sharing the seed that remained in her mouth before they both got to the feet.

"I'm coming over tomorrow night," Debbie said. "I want to feel your thingy in me before Grandpa comes."

"I know honey," Henry said as they held each other, and as Debbie put her arms around the old man's neck he let his hands slide up under the night shirt Debbie had put back on for her father's visit.

"Fuzzy wuzzy," Henry whispered in Debbie's ear when after his hands slid up the teen's sides his thumbs ended up under Debbie's arms, and as he stroked the small patches of peach fuzz the girl squirmed in response and ground into him. "You like that don't you?"

"Yeah, but Mom told me I have to shave - she wanted me to this morning when we got ready for church," Debbie explained. "Wish I didn't have to. I like being hairy for you."

"I wouldn't exactly call you hairy honey," Henry whispered in her ear as he continued to massage the moist hollows and the barely visible hairs. 

"Remember that one time when you said you would shave my underarms for me?" Debbie asked, and after Henry nodded she added. "You can do it for me tomorrow. It will be fun for us and I won't have to waste time in the shower tomorrow morning doing it."

"Sure," Henry agreed, not sure how one little swipe under each of her arms could take long but quite intrigued by the prospect of finding out himself.

"Don't hurt yourself," Debbie said as she helped Henry out the window, the senior's foot struggling to find the milk crate while his back and knees reminded him he was an old man.

"See you honey," Henry whispered at the angel in the window before leaving, sneaking back across and up the road while shaking his head at what had just occurred.

Back at home, Henry went to the bathroom before going to bed and after he remembered that the vibrator was in his robe pocket he took it out to wash it.

"What the?" Henry said when he saw the red stain up on the plastic shaft, and there were traces of blood on his thumb and index finger as well.

"Good grief," Henry said to the mirror as he looked at the weathered face and the mouth that looked a little like he had put lipstick on very sloppily. "I look like a freaking vampire."



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thanks for reading so far



Peach Fuzz: Debbie Returns



"Well hello there sweetie," Henry Wilcox said after opening the door to find his nubile young neighbor out on the steps looking nervously around as if she didn't want to be seen coming up to the senior citizen's door.

Debbie Blair was nervous because the last time she had knocked on this neighbor's door she had ended up in the garage with her plaid shirt up and her panties, and what had happened was unlike anything the sheltered teen had experienced before. It was certainly nothing that the principal would have approved even if it did result in a sizable order for the school's fund raiser.

"Hello Mr. Wilcox," Debbie said in a nervous voice, her eyes darting back and forth between the kindly looking senior citizen and at nosy Mrs. Tuttle across the street who was gardening. "I have your order here."

"My, now that was quick," Henry said. "I thought you said that it would take a week?"

"Some of the stuff they have already at the school," Debbie explained.

"Would you like to come in honey?" Henry offered. "I know last time you were afraid to come in, but we're much better friends now aren't we?"

"Okay, but I can't stay long," Debbie replied, and as the old man stepped to the side Debbie entered the lair.

"I thought you might want these things now," Debbie said of the bag of things which included a calendar for next year, and why the young lady thought her elderly neighbor would be in desperate need of a 1970 calendar in the fall of 1969 seemed odd, but the old timer knew why Debbie had returned for this unnecessary visit, or at least he thought he did.

"Fine. You know you look just as pretty as you did last time - maybe even prettier," Henry said as he followed the girl over to the counter where the girl was placing the bag.

"Last time," Debbie repeated, swallowing hard when she seemed to be trying to find the right words, and the old man's wrinkled hand on her arm didn't help.

"Yes, Last time," Henry mused as he recalled the too brief but so sweet session in the garage when he had coerced the private school student to let him see her intimate parts. "That was a wonderful way to get acquainted."

"Will something happen because of what you did?" Debbie asked, and when the old man looked confused she added, "I never did anything like that before."

"No? Well I'm honored," Henry Wilcox responded. "You seemed to like it."

"Yes, but I shouldn't have let you do that to me because you probably think I'm a piggy," Debbie said. "I've been praying about that a lot because I feel really weird about it."

"And now you're back here?" Henry observed.

"I came to bring the stuff you ordered. The rest will be in next week," Debbie said.

"That means I will get another visit from you," Henry said as he faced the girl and ran his hands up the girl's pale arms to her rounded shoulders and then back down.

"What did you do me Mr. Wilcox last time in the garage?" Debbie asked. "What did you do that made me feel that way?"

"You aren't going to tell me that you've never touched yourself down there before are you?" Henry asked, because while the 18 year old girl might be as virginal as she acted there was no way she hadn't gotten herself off yet.

"I have," Debbie said with a blush. "Lots. But it didn't feel like that. I even tried later that night in my room. It felt good but not like that."

"And you want to feel it again? Is that why you came back?" Henry asked.

"Please don't tell anybody about this Mr. Wilcox," Debbie pleaded as her body language seemed to tell the senior citizen that she wanted him to touch her.

"Oh, don't worry about that honey," Henry said as his hands slid from the girl's arms, which had become covered with goose-bumps, and over to the swells on her chest. "Would you like to go to my bedroom? We could get comfortable..."

"No. I don't want to get pregnant," Debbie whined, and when she looked down and the wrinkled hands gently kneading her breasts though the clothing she stepped back, her back hitting the counter. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to make you feel like you did last time," Henry assured the teen. "Doesn't this feel nice?"

"My boobies - they're not very big," Debbie said apologetically.

"They feel nice to me honey," Henry replied as he squeezed what seemed to be mostly fabric.

"Carly Ross - she has big boobies," Debbie mumbled as the hands kept massaging. "Hers stick way out."

"This Carly, is she a friend of yours?" Henry asked as he felt the girl's nipples stiffen.

"Kinda - no not really. She's really popular," Debbie said as her breathing got heavier and sweat started to form on her forehead and upper lip. "Her locker is next to mine in gym and I see her when we change."

"I see," Henry said. "So you have a crush on her?"

"No - um - she's a girl."

"I know but that would be okay if you did. I have an idea Debbie. Why don't we take your blouse off. I don't want to get it all wrinkled."

"Here?" Debbie asked as she watched the buttons get undone.

"Unless you want to go to the bedroom," Henry responded, and when he got to the last button he gently tugged the blouse out from under her plaid skirt and opened it up. "Oh, that's so sweet."

The old man smiled at the little pink flower stitched between the padded cups, and as his finger touched the decoration Debbie said, "Maybe I should go home. This seemed like a better idea before."

"You don't want to go home honey," Henry said with a smile as he looked down on the girl was, although she was only a couple inches shorter than he seemed much more so. "You want to show me how beautiful you are."

Henry kissed Debbie's forehead as he reached around, and with a deftness he had perfected over decades of practice, his bony fingers undid the single clasp in back.

"I'm scared," Debbie shivered as the bra came loose and the old man's weathered hands replaced the padded cups.

"No reason to be scared honey. I would never hurt you. In fact, I've helped a lot of girls like you feel good over the years, although not many were as pretty as you are," Henry said as his hands were sliding the straps off her smooth rounded shoulders.

"There - and look at you," Henry said as the bra came away and he saw Debbie's breasts, modest little handfuls with rather large nipples. "Debbie - you were kidding me - your breasts aren't that small. They're very nice."

Henry smiled as he did a little kidding himself because the girl's breasts were rather small, looking more so on Debbie's slightly pudgy frame, but when his fingers began lightly circling around the perimeters of her crimson aureolas the already plump nipples grew even larger.

"I bet that feels good, doesn't it?" Henry suggested. "Hasn't anybody done this before to you? Carly, or some boy?"

"Timmy Ryan - we were hanging around at the school dance and he kissed me and started to squeeze my boobies, but I had my clothes on. He was rough though. Not like this."

"You have such amazing nipples - so large and sensitive. There's a time for gentle and a time for not so gentle," Henry said as he brushed a strand of the girl's hair back over her shoulder before suggesting, "Honey, why don't you pull her hair back over your shoulders for me?"

"Like this?" Debbie asked, and as she raised her arms and gathered up her slightly shaggy golden brown locks the old man's eyes went to the teen's now-exposed armpits where the little patches of peach fuzz were still unsshorn.

"Perfect," Henry replied, and as he brought his thumbs up and stroked the moist little hairs he asked, "I see you still have your peach fuzz under your arms. Don't you shave them?"

"Sometimes," Debbie said as she squirmed. "Mom says that the hair grows faster the more you shave so I only do it every few weeks so she doesn't get on me about it. Everything I do - it's like I'm under a microscope. She even looks under my arms. Carly - I bet she has to shave almost everyday because her underarms are really stubbly."

"Carly probably has a lot of hair between her legs too, doesn't she?" Henry suggested as the sweet scent of whatever girly deodorant the teen used filled the air.

"How did you know that? Do you know Carly?" Debbie said and she looked at her senior neighbor.

"No honey," Henry smiled. "I just took a guess. Something tells me you might be sweet on Carly. Am I right?"

"No," Debbie said as she squirmed under the old man's touch and questioning before admitting, "Well, maybe a little."

"That's sweet," Henry said. "As for you shaving, I think you look so sexy like this that that I wouldn't bother if I was you. I see a lot of hippie girls wandering around town who don't, and you're much cuter than they are."

Henry's hands came down from the teen's underarms and to her breasts, cupping the pert handfuls and kneading the flesh gently.

"You're so sexy - so perfect honey," Henry said as he kept kneading, sweat forming on his own brow as the girl's nipples seemed to be throbbing in his palms. "I'll bet that you're starting to tingle down in your private parts aren't you? I'll bet you're getting all wet down there."

Debbie nodded, her eyes welling up as the fondling of her breasts grew more more passionate.

"You aren't going to cry are you honey?" Henry asked.

"No. It's just that this feels so... can't explain it. I don't - don't know what is happening to me. I feel all..."

"You feel like a woman," Henry finished for her as he let one hand go down, unbuttoning and unzip the skirt like a magician. "Finally somebody isn't treating you like a child. Somebody finally noticed that Debbie isn't a little girl anymore but a woman."

"I didn't pee - I swear," Debbie mumbled as the old man's hand rubbed the front of her panties.

"I know honey, but it's okay if you do that do," Henry declared as he felt the cotton which wasn't merely damp but drenched, so much so that he wanted to yank them down and squeeze out the wetness into his mouth. "You're wet because you're excited. I am too."

Henry wanted to take his cock out - had she ever seen one before? He wanted to show her his long slender manhood and put it in that dripping pussy, but she was so fragile and ready to bolt that he forced himself to wait.

"What are you..." Debbie asked as the old man brought her over to the large oak kitchen table, leaving the girl's bra, blouse and skirt on the floor behind them, and then he eased the teen up onto the table on her back, most of her legs hanging off the end.

"What a magnificent feast," Henry whispered as he sat in the chair between Debbie's legs, running his hands down the slightly plump pale thighs, where a light down felt soothing to the old man.

Henry learned that there was also a very faint down on the inside of her chunky calves as he eased her knee socks down, and after he slid them down he stood up and grabbed the elastic of her panties which was up around her little belly.

Debbie's eyes were fixed to the kitchen fan spinning above her head as the senior citizen eased the undies down, and after pulling them off her feet brought the cotton to his face out of the girl's sight, the stench of a woman in heat making him dizzy before casting it aside and leaning forward.

Henry bent over and kissed the prominent labia that were clearly visible because the girl's light brown pubic hair was so sparse and fine, and as he let the flat of his tongue slide along the opening he remembered that this wasn't the first young thing who had ended up on this very table.

The other girl, a homeless hippie girl that he had picked up hitchhiking, didn't have to be seduced because after she gave her a bowl of soup and a sandwich she was very eager to show her appreciation. 

Ginny was her name, Henry recalled as he dipped his tongue into Debbie's tart tasting sex, and she was so much different than his latest conquest. That Ginny wasn't a shy wallflower and her pussy had been so hairy with the hair growing all the way around to her anus, but she was easy. Not like Debbie.

Debbie has been tense when he started licking but now she was opening up, her legs parting and her pussy opening up and welcoming his tongue as her feet went over the old man's shoulders. 

Henry looked up through the fine wisp of pubic hair and saw her plump little titties heaving as her hands gripped the edges of the table. Debbie seemed ready to cum any second, but Henry slowed his tongue, with the resulting sound that came from the girl's mouth registering dismay at that.

Henry wanted to see more of her, so his hands came down and raised the girl's plump bottom, her legs spreading further apart so he could see it all. So pink and pure it didn't seem possible, the perineum a smooth highway between her sweet pussy and her anus.

Debbie's anus was a thing of beauty, the tiny pink balloon knot looking so pristine that it seemed it had never been used. Henry let his tongue slide along the perineum, enjoying the shock that came along with the shudder of the teen's body as he went close to the puckered ring before retreating.

"Oooh!" Debbie moaned, unsure of what was going on but clearly not complaining, and Henry restrained himself from sampling that orifice and went back to the teen's pussy.

If anything Debbie was even wetter than he had been before, and now Henry attacked her dripping sex with a vengeance. The senior citizen's tongue danced around the tender clitoris like a ballet dancer, bringing Debbie to the brink of orgasm a couple more times before he lost all semblance of self-control.

Henry was snorting like a pig as he buried his face in Debbie's sex, and not only was he aware of how he sounded he didn't care because felt just like a pig as he ate the teen out like a feral animal.

Then came the squeal as Debbie thrashed wildly on the table, but the old man hardly heard it when her plump thighs crushed his skull. Besides, he was being blinded by the gusher that plastered his face and he had to hold on tight so the girl didn't fall off the table as she came and came and came some more.

"Please!" Debbie cried out, but Henry had already stopped, in part because his tongue was aching.

The girl was shivering and shaking, her eyes wide open like a deer in headlights, and she was babbling as if she was speaking in tongues. Henry came around to the other end of the table with his face still dripping and kissed her forehead while telling her everything was alright.

"I'm sorry," Debbie shivered. "Didn't mean to do that. Omigod I'm sorry."

"It's okay honey. More than okay. Really," Henry assured the girl, not really sure that it was something she could have controlled if she wanted to, but after he asked if she liked it and she nodded he added, "That's all that matters. I want you to enjoy it. That makes me happy. Was it as good as last time?"

"No. Better. Scary better," Debbie said. "I thought I was going to faint because it wouldn't stop."

"That's probably because you have a lot pent up inside of you," Henry opined as he massaged around her fat nipple. "I know how that is. You see, since my wife passed a while back, I've been all alone."

"Sorry. I'll say a prayer for her tonight," Debbie said.

"Thank you," Henry said, although in fact all Gertrude did was pass him divorce papers after catching him in their bed fucking the girl that delivered the paper, saying that three strikes and he was out, and when he thought about the dozens and dozens she didn't know about he had to shake his head.

"Anyway, I have a lot pent up inside of me too. It's been so long since I was with a girl, and while I really like making you happy I get excited too," Henry said as he gave her the saddest look he could manage.

"Can I help?" Debbie said. "I mean I don't know anything about stuff, and I don't want to get pregnant..."

"I have an idea honey," Henry said as he straightened up. "It won't make you pregnant, I promise. Have you ever played with a boy - that Timmy fellow you mentioned before?"

"No," Debbie said, remaining on her back but head watching as the old man pulled down the zipper of his baggy pants. "He wanted me to though."

"Have you ever seen a fellow naked?"

"My brother," Debbie said as she watched Henry fishing in the pants. "I used to help change him when he was a baby."

"They don't explain things in school?"

"They do but you have to get parental approval to go to those sexual education classes and my Mom, she doesn't approve of that," Debbie explained.

"Oh, well this will be something new for you," Henry suggested as he managed to get his erection out, more than happy to educate the teen, and the look on her face when she saw his manhood was priceless.

"It doesn't look anything like my brother's," Debbie finally said. 

"No, I suspect not," Henry agreed as he moved a little closer.

"Yours is way bigger," Debbie said, flinching a little as she watched the old man slide the long foreskin back to expose the conical glans, and then figuring out the main difference. "Oh. I get it."

"See how hard I am?" Henry asked, wondering what the girl's reaction would have been if his cock was really big instead of the 6" or so he was waving in front of her. "The veins are throbbing and I really need relief."

"What can I do?"

"Just slide a little over this way," Henry explained. "And open your mouth for me."

"Will the baby batter come out?" Debbie asked.

"No honey. I'll make sure it doesn't. Just open your mouth - get your teeth out of the way - and when it goes between your lips you just start sucking on it like it was a lollypop," Henry said, and then he slid the tip between her lips and pushed forward. "That's my girl. Oh yes Debbie. That's it. Suck on it good."

Henry began moving his hips forward and backward, sliding about half of his penis in and out of the girl's mouth, the sight of a little more of his vein-riddled member becoming wet from the girl's saliva with each gentle thrust forward exciting to him.

"Do you want to stop honey?" Henry said when he saw Debbie's eyes open, but after he pulled his cock out of her mouth she shook her head, and when the old man looked down he saw the reason why.

Debbie's hand, her left hand which was on the other side as she lay awkwardly on the table, still flat on her back with her head turned toward him, was down between her legs and she was rubbing her pussy as she had been sucking on him.

"No Mr. Wilcox," Debbie said, moving her face even closer to the swaying organ and opening her mouth wider. "Let me suck it some more."

Henry leaned forward and slipped his uncut tool back into the teen's warm and wet mouth, resuming his gentle thrusting while letting his hand gently knead the plump swells of her breasts as the girl's hand worked farther down.

It would have been so much better in a more comfortable place, Henry mused as he felt the inevitable build up inside of himself, but there was also something about this that was perfect in its own way. He was sliding his cock deeper and slower, with the teen's eyes being buffeted by the silver curls at the base, and when he felt he could hold back no longer he tried to back up but Debbie wasn't being a receptacle any longer but was sucking hard on him.

"Honey..." Henry groaned as he started to cum, and although Debbie made a little choking sound she refused to let go of him, sucking and swallowing until the old man's organ was drained and it deflated in her mouth.

"Did I do good?" Debbie asked as Henry pulled up a chair and sat up by the girl's head.

"You sure did," Henry said, reaching over and brushing her hair away from her face. "You sure you never did that before?"

"Omigod no," Debbie replied, although she made a confession. 

As it turned out Debbie had a conversation with a cousin of hers, one that lived on the far side of the state. The cousin was about Debbie's age and the two had confided in each other since they were kids, but the conversations had evolved in recent years from The Monkees and Davey and Goliath cartoons to more adult topics.




Peach Fuzz: Debbie Returns



Henry helped Debbie off of the table and got the girl's clothes off the floor, and as the girl got dressed she explained further.

"Jennifer has a boyfriend and she's been telling me what it's like," Debbie explained after getting the senior citizen to promise never to tell. "He's an old man too and she says that's he's really gentle and understanding like you are."

"Well, I don't know about that," Henry said as he watched those magnificent nipples disappear when the bra went back on, feeling a little remorse about being thought of more highly than he deserved.

"Jennifer and him, they do lots of stuff and have been for a while," Debbie told her older friend. "She told me how much fun it was because it wasn't like with boys who are crude and then tell everybody what they did. Her boyfriend really loves her."

"Is that what I am honey?" Henry asked, his face flushing a little at the concept. "Your boyfriend?"

"I guess," Debbie said. "Do you mind?"

"No honey, I'm honored," Henry responded.

"Um, can I have a drink?" Debbie asked.

"Sure honey - ice tea or OJ?"

"OJ is good," Debbie replied, and after Henry got the girl the drink she took a sip. "I'm glad Jennifer gave me advice about what to do. She said that you would probably want me to suck on your thingy and told me I should practice first."

"She did?"

"Yeah, Jennifer said I could practice by sucking on my thumb but using a carrot or a sausage was better. We didn't have any sausages so I used a carrot. That was better than my thumb because your thingy is bigger than that," Debbie explained. "Just watch your teeth Jennifer told me because boys don't like that.."

"Your cousin is right." 

"Your baby batter - it tasted kind of funny but not real bad. Not as bad as Jennifer said her boyfriend's is though."

"Baby batter?"

"That's what Jennifer calls it. I think it's kind of a neat name for it," Debbie said. "It scared me at first when it sort of hit the roof of my mouth but then it just sort of flowed out of your thingy and went down my throat."

"My thingy?" Henry said.

"Should I call it a dick?" Debbie responded. "That's what I heard some people call it. Jennifer calls it a cock. Dick is weird because that's the president's name and cock sounds scary for some reason. Thingy sounds nice."

"Fine by me," Henry said. "It's nice that you have a friend like Jennifer to confide in. Too bad she lives so far away."

"I know," Debbie lamented. "Um.. when I talk to her about you, do you mind if I call you Henry instead of Mr. Wilcox?"

"Of course not, it's my name," Henry said. "Jennifer probably doesn't refer to her boyfriend by his last name."

"No," Debbie said. "We both call him Grandpa."

"Pardon?" Henry replied. "Grandpa?"

"Yeah, didn't I mention that?" Debbie said.

"Jennifer's boyfriend is her - your grandfather?" Henry asked in confusion.

"Yeah," Debbie said. "I know it's probably wrong but it just happened. Jennifer only told me about it because Grandpa and Grandma came to visit last year and she wanted to warn me in case he tried to do something to me. Nothing happened though, but he did try to peek at me when I was getting dressed. That scared me but I let him look even though I knew he was peeking at me. I guess I didn't look good enough for him."

"Oh. Were you happy or sad him not trying anything with you?" Henry asked as the shock wore off a little, the realization that he might not be the weirdest old timer on the planet making him a little less guilty.

"Happy I guess, but it's probably because I'm not as pretty or well developed as Jennifer," Debbie said without emotion.

"Nobody is as pretty as my girlfriend Debbie," Henry assured the girl as they both stood up, and the girl beamed at that.

"Would you kiss me?" Debbie asked. "I mean I know you kissed me on the forehead a couple times, but could you kiss me like a man kisses a woman?"

"Sure," Henry said, and when he brought his lips to meet Debbie's she responded in kind.

"Wow!" Debbie said after their lips separated, and after she took a deep breath she exclaimed, "That was really neat. I like the way our tongues wiggled next to each other, and we could sort of taste each other couldn't we? I could taste me - you know - and you could probably taste your baby batter."

"You're a very perceptive young lady," Henry said.

"I don't know anything about you really because you just moved into the neighborhood," Debbie said.

"Well, I'm 67 years old and I'm divorced for a few years. I have two wonderful daughters who are married and have families of their own," Henry said. "I try to be a model citizen but I confess to having a very strong sex drive especially for an old geezer."

"Do you and your daughters or your granddaughters- you know - mess around?" Debbie asked.

"Heavens no," Henry said. "No offense to your grandfather but doing that - it's just not for me. My weakness is for young ladies like you though. My first girlfriend was 19 - older than me - and I ended up married to her. Problem was that my attraction for that type of girl never ended as I aged. When I saw you and you said you were 18 - well, I wanted to get to know you better."

"I'm glad you did Mister - I mean Henry," Debbie said, and after glancing at the clock she said. "Gotta go but I don't want to. Dinner."

"You'll be back though, right?" Henry reminded her and Debbie nodded in response.

"And tonight in bed I'll think about what we did," Debbie said. "I did that last time too. Played with myself I mean. Bunch of times since then, but it wasn't the same. Can't believe I told you that."

"No reason to be. I've done the same while thinking of you too," Henry said candidly. "I even masturbated the other day while looking out the window while you were walking to the bus stop."

"You did?" Debbie said, becoming almost giddy at the thought of the old man looking at her. "I would like to watch you doing that."

"Maybe next time you come over I'll put on a little show for you," Henry chuckled, not sure why anybody would want to watch him masturbate but amused at how excited that seemed to make the teen.

"I would like that," Debbie said as her hand turned the knob before pausing. "Back when you were licking me?"

"It's called cunnilingus," Henry explained as he put on his educators hat. "Eating pussy - going down on a woman."

"Oh. Anyway, your tongue felt like it was going too far down. Was that on purpose?"

"Yes honey," Henry explained. "That part of you that extends down from your vagina to your anus is called the perineum, and it's a very sensitive area."

"I'll say!" Debbie exclaimed with a giggle. "I thought you were going to go down even farther."

"I was but I decided not to rush it," Henry told her. "Is that something that your grandfather does to Jennifer? Does he perform anilingus on her?"

"Is that what it's called?" Debbie said, repeating the term as the old man nodded. "She calls it something else. You know, with the dirty words?"

"Yes. If you don't mind me asking, was that something you would have wanted me to do to you?" Henry asked, and after a few seconds Debbie replied.

"I think so, but I don't know about the other thing," Debbie said. "Sounds scary. Must hurt."

"You mean your grandfather..." Henry started to ask but Debbie was nodding already.

"Told you she was way ahead of me," Debbie reminded the senior citizen. "But I'm catching up thanks to you. Um... is that something you think about? I mean when you're with me do you think..."

"Yes."

"You didn't let me finish," Debbie replied but Henry cut her off again.

"Everything that a man can do to a woman, I've thought about doing to you honey. Things that you don't even know about. Things that even Jennifer hasn't done with your grandfather I reckon."

"Bad things?" Debbie asked.

"No, never bad things. Dirty things though. Things that give pleasure - pleasure to both people," Henry explained. "I want to do things to you that no one will probably ever do to you again as long as you live. I want to make you feel like you did on the table - having orgasms that you can't control and that won't stop. I want to lick every pore of your body and make sure that you'll never forget me as long as you live."

"You okay Debbie?" Henry asked when he watched the girl reaction.

"Yeah," Debbie said as she explained why she shivered as she did. "I think Mom says that when that happens, somebody's walking over her grave."

"I'll never do anything to you that you don't want though," Henry assured the teen.

"I know. I wouldn't come back if I didn't trust you," Debbie replied. "Kinda dumb to trust somebody you hardly know."

"It is."

"See you soon Henry," Debbie chirped as she left, turning back to add. "Can't believe I can call an elder by their first name."

Henry shook his head as he watched Debbie walk down the driveway towards home, not used to the concept of having to not only control his own lust but that of a teenage girl who was clearly different than she was a week ago.

***

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Peach Fuzz: Forbidden Territory



The is the fifth installment detailing the unlikely relationship between Henry Wilcox, the retired 67 year old gentleman who just moved into the neighborhood, and Debbie Blair, the very friendly and quite naive young woman whose life changed when she knocked on the senior's door hoping to sell merchandise for her school's fund raiser.

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Henry Wilcox had been looking out the front door for his young neighbor to arrive for quite a while, alternating between peeking through the blinds and nervously pacing the floor in anticipation for his friend to arrive, but when the knock on the door came it was at the back door instead of the front.

"Hello beautiful," Henry gushed upon seeing Debbie at the rear entrance of his house. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Debbie replied after Henry let her in and gave her a hug and kiss. "Mrs. Taylor was out front and she's always being nosy, keeping track of everybody's business. I got tired of waiting for her to go inside so I cut across the back way from Sand Creek Road."

"You hurt your knee," Henry said.

"Just a scrape," Debbie explained as she let Henry usher her into the bathroom for a little first aid. "I slipped climbing over your back fence. I'm such a klutz."

"I can't believe that you went through all of that to visit me," Henry told the girl as she cleaned the minor abrasion on her knee, and after kissing it and pronouncing it all better he added, "I would have understood if you couldn't have risked coming over."

"You would have?" Debbie asked.

"No, I likely wouldn't have, "Henry chuckled as he gave the teen a squeeze. "I probably would have come over and sneaked into your room, now that I know where it is."

"That was fun last night, wasn't it?"

"It sure was, and you don't have to worry because I took a shower," Henry informed her.

"And you look really neat too," Debbie said as she noted the red silk pajamas the senior citizen was wearing. "You look like an elf."

"What are you doing?" Henry asked as Debbie timidly reached into the fly of the pajama bottoms, and when she found what she was looking for and pulled it out the fly the old man added, "You naughty girl."

"Your fault," Debbie said as she looked at pale flaccid penis in her palm, and when she pulled in it and stretched the ordinary organ out to an absurd length she giggled and noted, "Gee, it's like elastic."

"Not for long if you keep doing that," Henry cautioned as he led the girl into the living room. "That's a nice windbreaker you have on. School colors I see. Is it cool out?"

"No," Debbie said, already blushing because of her little secret. "Had to wear it so Mom and Dad didn't see me leave the house wearing what's underneath because they would kill me."

"Oh my," Henry said as Debbie held the zipper of the garnet and gold windbreaker between her fingers. "I hope you're going to show me."

"Of course silly," Debbie scoffed. "You just have to promise not to laugh."

"Really honey, do you think I would do that?" Henry asked as she sat down on the couch and placed Debbie in front of him.

"No, it's just that I never did anything like this before, I swear."

"If you're trying to drive me crazy with anticipation it's working - like that ketchup commercial?"

"Okay," Debbie said, and after pulling the zipper all the way down she pulled open the windbreaker and took it off of her shoulders. "Ta-da!"

"Oh honey," Henry sighed as he looked at the white tank-top that Debbie had on, the snug cotton revealing the gentle swells of her budding breasts as well as the plump nipples that capped them. "That's so sexy."

"This tank-top is years old," Debbie said in explaining the snug fit and the fact that it only went down to just above her belly button. "First time I ever went outside without a bra, not that I really need one."

"Stop it, gorgeous," Henry said as he cupped the apple-sized orbs through the cotton. "A lot of girls go bra-less these days."

"I know, some of those hippie girls that go to public school look half naked," Debbie opined while her nipples popped out.

"Well I have my own little hippie girl right here and I love her," Henry declared, reaching under Debbie's arms and tickling her, the softness of the little patches of peach fuzz getting the circulation going all over his body.

"I did what you told me. Only used a little deodorant," Debbie declared. "And I cleaned really really super good you know where, on account of you said that's where you were going to - you know - play."

"Thanks honey but that wasn't really necessary, Henry said as he had the teen climb onto the couch and straddled his crotch. "Now let's see what we have here. Mind if I leave the shirt on for a little while. It looks so sexy."

"Okay," Debbie said as she settled into a comfortable position, braced upright by the long wrinkled fingers that cupped her breasts, and as the old man massaged the swells she felt something poking her.

"Your thingy is hard," Debbie announced as she glanced down in that direction before her view was blocked by Henry's thinning grey scalp as he leaned forward and gently nibbled the plump pegs of her nipples through the cotton.

"You do that to me honey," Henry said in between nibbles. "I could just eat you up."

As Henry playfully chewed the teen's nipples and ran his hands along her back, the delightful giggles that erupted from the girl warmed the old timer's heart.

"You know, I want to tell you something honey," Henry suddenly said. "I have to confess that in my life I've had the pleasure of getting to know many young ladies like you but you're different."

"Different good?" Debbie asked, and when Henry nodded affirmatively the grin grew even wider.

"Makes me feel something I rarely felt before," Henry confessed. "Sort of guilty."

"Why?"

"I don't know exactly. Maybe I've fallen in love with you or something."

"Oh heck, I hope so because I love you a bunch," Debbie said while leaning forward to kiss the senior.

"These things I've been doing to you? These naughty things? You should experience them with boys your age," Henry opined.

"They don't want to do anything with me," Debbie said with a pout. "They call me goody-two-shoes, and tell me I should be president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. You're the only boy that makes me feel like I'm not a kid."

"You aren't a kid, it's just that..."

"Hey. You aren't trying to get rid of me are you Henry?" Debbie blurted out, her eyes welling up as the revelation came to her.

"Heavens no honey," Henry quickly interjected. "Nothing like that at all."

"Then don't say stuff like that. It upsets me," Debbie said.

"Sorry," Henry mumbled.

"You aren't going to stop doing these naughty things to me are you Henry?" Debbie asked, and as Henry smiled and shook his head she added. "Better not stop. This has been the greatest week of my life. Every time I'm with you it's like an adventure because I never know what's next. I love your lips."

Debbie leaned forward, pressing the pale pink lips against the old man's, and after they kissed passionately her mouth opened and they shared an even more graphic kiss.

"And your tongue," Debbie gasped as they dueled, with the girl even taking Henry's between her lips and sucking on it before letting it go.

Henry moaned softly as he grabbed Debbie's right wrist and lifted her arm, pulling it up behind her head while leaning forward and kissing the narrow strip of golden down that grew in the center of an otherwise creamy white armpit, and as he let the flat of his tongue slide up and down the moist recess Debbie squealed and gyrated on his lap.

"Ticklish?" Henry asked.

"A little but - Omigod," Debbie groaned as the intimate oral attack continued. "Feels so..."

"You're very sensitive there," Henry noted before going over to her other side, wondering whether she could cum from this licking the way she reacted, and after releasing her right wrist and grabbing her left he felt her freed hand searching for him.

"Want to suck your dick Henry - please," Debbie begged as she contorted on his lap, and then squirmed off and slid down to the floor while clawing at his pajamas

When she managed to get them far enough down to free the old man's erection Debbie dove forward and took his pale prong between her lips, and unlike the last time when her mouth was just a receptacle this time the girl was the aggressor.

It was far from the best head Henry Wilcox had ever gotten but the enthusiasm was unmatched. Debbie's head bobbed up and down on his lap, her lips slicking more than half of the slender 6" with her saliva, and while Henry tried to get her to slow down it was like trying to stop a runaway train.

Henry tried to think of anything but what was happening but it was useless so he gave up and enjoyed the flush faced teen's head bobbing up and down until he gasped, "Cumming honey."

Debbie barely blinked as Henry's cock twitched in her mouth, continuing to let her lips slide up and down as the cum oozed out of the sides of her mouth and down the shaft, and Debbie kept sucking long after the throbbing manhood became a limp tool.

"That was so good honey," Henry said as Debbie finally took her mouth away from his spent member, and as she looked up at the old man with semen hanging on her chin she crinkled her nose.

"I was really excited," Debbie said with a shrug.

"Me too, and now I'm going to do what I promised last night," Henry said while rising and getting Debbie to kneel on the couch facing the other way.

"I'm been thinking about this a lot," Debbie asked as Henry knelt on the carpet and relished the view from behind.

"Is that right honey?" Henry asked as he put his hands on Debbie's creamy white buttocks and squeezed them gently, the skin soft and plaint.

The old man's hands went down from the cheeks and slipped along the backs of her fleshy thighs, his fingers enjoying the faint down that grew on them, and when his hands went back up and parted Debbie's buttocks he leaned forward. 

"Ooh!" came the voice from the girl when she felt the old man's breath blow against her exposed anus, the tiny pink puckered ring sensitive to the light breeze.

A second sigh came from Debbie when after Henry dipped his index finger into his mouth the senior gently rubbed the virginal orifice with the digit but that was nothing compared to the howl the girl let out when the tip of his finger pushed a bit into the ring.

"Omigod!" Debbie cried out. "Your finger is in my bottom."

"That's right honey," Henry replied as he coaxed the digit in up to the first knuckle. "You're so tight. Do you ever do this to yourself?"

"No," Debbie warbled, her voice rising and quivering as the bony fingertip began working in and out. 

"Does it hurt?"

"Not really but - ooh!" Debbie called out when the finger probed deeper. "Oh geez."

"You like it don't you honey?" Henry asked as Debbie clung onto the back of the couch, and after she gasped yes the senior citizen spun the rest of his index finger into the teen's anus, the cavern feeling as hot as an oven and as tight as a vice.

"Ouch - hurts a little," Debbie mumbled as the digit slowly spun and churned in her. "Are you going to put your thingy in my bottom?"

"No honey."

"It's okay if you do. I won't be a baby. I promise," Debbie swore.

"I know, but I'm afraid you sort of drained me a couple minutes ago," Henry advised her, wishing that he was as resilient as he had been in younger days. "If you want we can do that another time, but today I have something else in mind."

"Oh gee, I was starting to - hey!" Debbie said, her disappointment at Henry's fingers exiting her replaced by shock when she felt his face press into her butt crack. "Oh that's feels so good!"

"What does honey?" Henry teased.

"You know."

"Tell me honey," Henry pressed. "Tell me what feels so good."

"Your tongue - licking my bottom."

"Say the word honey," Henry teased, refusing the temptation to resume until she said it. "Tell me what you want me to lick."

"My asshole," Debbie said, making it sound like the first time she had ever said that word, and when Henry pushed his face back into the crack she practically screamed, "Lick my asshole!"

"That's my girl," Henry cackled after he orally swabbed the ring feverishly while she words made him shiver. "Here's your reward."

Debbie almost went over the back of the couch when Henry pushed the tip of his tongue into her balloon knot, straining with all his might to push in as far as he could while pinning Debbie to the couch with his weight.

The teen came in less than a minute, assisted by the flat of Henry's palm that he had brought up between her legs, and as he tongue fucked her anus his palm rubbed hard into the tight wet fold.

Debbie sounded like a seal as her knees came off the couch, and while Henry got a kick out of it he didn't stop until the girl went limp. Only then did Henry let up, and Debbie remained draped over the back of the furniture for well over a minute with the old man looking lovingly at the tiny pink ring which stayed a bit open for a second until closing back up like it was winking at him.

By then Henry had struggled to his feet, and after Henry gave her butt a playful tap and asked her if she was okay, she answered in a very brief and amusing way.

"Oops! Excuse me," Debbie chirped as she giggled her apology.

"Quite alright honey," Henry responded. "I think I pushed a lot of air in there."

"That was so neat," Debbie declared as she spun around and sat down. "I don't understand how that can be so good. I mean, it sounds yucky when you think about it but it feels so good. Isn't it yucky to do? I really tried to be clean for you."

"So many questions," Henry noted as he sat down next to Debbie. "No, it's not yucky for me to do."

"Do you want me to do it to you?" Debbie offered.

"No, that's okay honey."

"Can I suck on your thingy then?" Debbie asked, the tone of her voice suggesting that she thought her elderly friend was doing her a favor if he permitted it.

"Of course honey," Henry said, and since his silk pajamas never quite made it all the way back up to begin with it was no problem to get them back down to his bony knees.

"I need practice playing around with your thingy," Debbie declared as she wiggled the old man's flaccid tube around while looking it over.

"You and that thingy talk," Henry chuckled, but when the girl asked him if he minded he assured her that it was fine. "As long as you call it - that's all I care about."

"It's like a slinky when it's soft. Does this hurt?" the girl asked as she stretched the wrinkled tube upward further and further while waiting for a reaction. "Wow! Look at that. It doesn't hurt?"

"Nope. I love you playing with my cock."

"Cock," Debbie repeated as she let it retract before kissing it, and after she pulled down the long foreskin and kissed the conical glans she asked, "How big is your cock when it's hard?"

"I don't know."

"Want me to measure it for you?" Debbie asked.

"No that's okay," Henry said. "It won't be getting hard again anyway but as I recall in my youth when things like that mattered to me it was around 6" or so."

"That's pretty big isn't it?" Debbie asked as her hand went back to pulling.

"No, I'm afraid that's very average," Henry said. "Why do you ask? Do you wish it was bigger?"

"Gosh no. It's scary big as it is," Debbie declared. "Jennifer - she keeps bragging about what Grandpa does to her and how big his thingy is."

"I'd like to be a fly on the wall listening to those phone conversations," Henry mused aloud, the thought of these two teens talking about the old geezers they were playing with likely to be very erotic.

"I like Jennifer and all but she can be a pain. She said Grandpa took Polaroid pictures of her naked and she has one when she's holding a ruler up to his thingy."

"Oh that's right. Your grandfather is well endowed, isn't he?"

"I dunno. That's what Jennifer says. She says the tip of his goes up almost to the 9" line."

"My, that is large," Henry confirmed.

"Too big. Yours gets really hard though," Debbie responded. "When I told her how hard your thingy gets - hard as a rock - and the way the veins get all angry looking she thought that was really neat. I guess Grandpa's doesn't get real hard. She says that sometimes he can't put it in her bottom because it doesn't get hard enough and he gets frustrated."

"That happens when you get old honey."

"Not to you Henry."

"I'm afraid so dear. When I was younger if you were playing with my cock like this and the way we're talking, I would have been erect again right away. Now - my spirit is willing but my flesh is weak for now."

"What does that mean Henry?"

"It means that if I could get hard again, I'd..."

"Would you put it in bottom?" Debbie said. "If I get it hard again will you do that to me? I'm not scared - a little maybe - but I want to know what it feels like."

"Don't you have toys at home honey?" Henry asked as Debbie started sucking on his cock again.

"Toys?" Debbie asked. "No, I mean we had a garage sale a couple of years ago and got rid of all that stuff."

"No honey. Wait a second," Henry said with amusement as he struggled to get up, and after kicking the pajamas from his ankles made his way towards his bedroom.

"What's so funny?" Henry asked when he stopped at the corner of the living room.

"Your butt," Debbie tittered. "It's so little and cute. Wish mine was that little."

"Yours is perfect the way it is," Henry assured her, and when Debbie asked where he was going he told her. "My bedroom. You can certainly join me if you want, but I'll be right back. Going to get my toys."

"You have toys?" Debbie asked as Henry disappeared, and after the senior citizen rummaged around found the things he was looking for.

A side trip to the bathroom, where he thoroughly washed a couple of the toys that had be used, and then he rejoined Debbie in the living room who greeted his return with a giggle.

"Your thingy," Debbie explained as she leaned back on the couch and put her bare feet on the edge of the coffee table. "The way it sways around when you walk. It's like an elephant's trunk."

"Must be a pygmy elephant," Henry snorted as he sank into the couch next to Debbie.

"I never took this thing off," Debbie said, referring to the too-small white tank-top which was the only stitch of clothing on the girl.

"It looks so sexy on you," Henry declared as he ran his fingertip over the outline of her nipples. "But if you want to take it off be my guest because I would never complain about you being naked."

Debbie reached down and after crossing her arms and grabbing the bottom of the shirt, lifted the tight garment up with great difficulty. Henry, for his part, did nothing to help her and he waited for the shirt to go over her head before he acted.

"Gotcha!" the old timer chortled after grabbing the shirt, in which Debbie's wrists were still tangled, and after holding the girl's bound wrists back behind the couch delighted in her helplessness. "You can't get away from me."

"Maybe I don't want to," Debbie replied with a smile as she bit her lower lip, but then after looking down pouted while commenting, "Stretched out like this I look like a boy. My boobies disappear."

"You don't look anything like a boy," Henry assured the teen as he bent over to kiss the slight swells, and when after her briefly relaxed nipples popped out with the affection he noted, "No boys have nipples like yours."

"Yeah, but with no boobies and all the hair under my arms..." Debbie started to say before Henry cut her off.

"Debbie honey," Henry said as he looked at the tiny patches of golden hairs which were barely visible even as close as he was. "You're the least hairy girl I've ever met. You can hardly see the fuzz."




Peach Fuzz: Forbidden Territory



"We started playing volleyball in gym the other day," Debbie said. "I was hoping none of the other girls would notice because they would probably make fun of me so I tried to keep my arms down."

"Well I don't want to hinder your volleyball career," Henry said as he kissed the lightly scented down. "I only said when we were discussing the subject that I thought you looked sexy like you are. You should do whatever makes you comfortable."

"I dunno," Debbie squirmed as Henry let his tongue side of the most hollow. It - ooh - feels so good when you do that."

"I'll do that whether you're fuzzy or not though," Henry informed the teen and then suggested, "If you want I could even shave your underarms for you."

"Ooh!" Debbie sighed. "That sounds weird - fun too though. That would save me the time and trouble."

Henry chuckled when he thought about exactly how much time it would save since the little patches would only need one brief swipe each, although if he did it he would drag it out as long as he dared.

"Well you think about it. I love you they way you are but I want you to be happy," Henry said as he finally let go of the shirt and let her lower her arms. "Now take a look at these toys." 

"OMIGOD!" Debbie squealed when she saw what the old man had brought out from the bedroom with him. "They look like thingies!"

"They're called dildos honey," Henry explained as he displayed the two appliances that had been in many a young lady as well as another place over the years, and when he held up the one still-wrapped device he explained, "and this critter is called a vibrator."

"How come you have them Henry? You have a thingy already."

"These are designed to be used on young ladies to not only get them excited but to help satisfy them when I wear out like I have this afternoon," Henry says. "I enjoy using them and watching the reaction, and this one here I haven't got to use yet so you'll be the first."

The packaged vibrator, a plain 5" off-white tube, didn't have the anatomical detail of the fake dicks but did have the vibrating aspect in its favor. Henry fumbled with the batteries, which were included for once, but since he got this a while back he wasn't sure if they would work.

"Hey!" Henry exclaimed when the vibrator started humming loudly, and when he held up the toy he proclaimed, "How about that! 1970's technology in action."

"What do you do with that?" Debbie asked a bit nervously, but before the senior could answer there was a knock on the front door.

"If that's the Jehovah's Witnesses," Henry muttered as he got up, grateful that you couldn't see in from out there, and when he peeked out from the side he saw a plain frumpy looking woman out there. 

"OMIGOD!" Debbie hissed when she came behind Henry and looked out. "It's my Mom!"

"Don't panic honey," Henry said. "Grab your clothes and go down the hall."

"You aren't going to let her in are you?" Debbie said as she scrambled to get her stuff out of sight.

"My car is out there so not answering might be worse," Henry explained as he grabbed his robe and pulled it tightly around him. "Just stay out of sight."

After taking a deep breath Henry opened the door and got to meet Debbie's mother, who after introducing herself seemed embarrassed to have apparently woken him up.

"No Mrs. Blair, I wasn't sleeping," Henry assured her after introducing himself, and then went about explaining him being in a bathrobe early in the afternoon. "It's just that moving in has taken a lot out of me this week, so today I just decided to lay around the house."

"Oh, I can appreciated that," Bonnie Blair agreed as the old man's eyes surveyed her plump body, nothing the large bosom that her daughter hadn't inherited. "I'm looking for my daughter Debbie. I know you were listed as one of her customers for the fund raiser so I was wondering if you've seen her. The trucking company just left a whole lot of boxes for her to unpack and deliver."

"Oh, your daughter is the young lady selling things? Charming girl. No, I haven't seen her today."

"Well, I'll track her down," Debbie's mother said. "Sorry to bother you and welcome to the neighborhood."

"Thank you," Henry replied as the woman turned to leave but then she stopped.

"Oh, forgive me for asking but if you're interested, we attend a wonderful church just around the corner," she declared proudly. "We would love to have you join us. It's nondenominational. Services tomorrow are at 10."

"Oh," Henry said, figuring that all denominations might be welcome but 10's and 20's were preferred. "I'll keep that in mind."

"And I'll make sure that Debbie delivers the items you ordered as soon as possible," Mrs. Blair said as she looked up and down the road for her child, as if she was 8 instead of 18. "Irresponsible girl. Must have a boy on her mind."

"Nice to be young," Henry observed before finally closing the door, and after he did the old man leaned back against it while the naked Debbie returned.

"Did my Mom actually invite you to come to church tomorrow?" Debbie giggled as she bounced into the room and hugged Henry.

"Yes," Henry said after shrugging of the robe and enjoying the warmth of her smooth skin. "Boy she really keeps an eye on you doesn't she?"

"Tell me about it," Debbie said as she reached down and grabbed the old man's flaccid cock and pulled on it.

"She wouldn't approve you of doing this would she?" Henry mused aloud, making the girl laugh that laugh that warmed the old man's insides.

"I don't think she does this to Daddy's thingy anymore."

"I hate to say this but maybe you better go."

"What about the toys?" Debbie pouted as she looked at the devices on the couch.

"Next time honey."

"Phooey!" Debbie said as she reluctantly got dressed, and after she did before leaving by the back door again the girl said, "Can't come over tomorrow because after church we come home and pray most of the afternoon."

"Does it work?" Henry mused.

"I think it might," Debbie said. "I always prayed that I would find a nice boy who wouldn't treat me like a little kid, and who would like me even though I'm not beautiful and don't have a nice body. Somebody who would make me feel the way Jennifer says she feels."

"Well, when you're praying tomorrow, try praying that one day you'll look in the mirror and see how gorgeous you really are," Henry suggested, adding mirthfully, "Your boyfriend thinks you're the sexiest woman on the planet."

"Sometimes you make me tingle even with my clothes on," Debbie said as she looked around the back yard to make sure no neighbors were around. "Maybe I'll make it over the fence without falling this time."

"Be careful honey," Henry reminded her before she skipped across the back yard and over the fence on her serpentine way back home.

Henry went back to the living room and started to put the sex toys in the bag but grabbed the small dildo and looked at it, thinking about where he was about to put it before Debbie's mother arrived.

The more he thought about it, the more the senior was sure that the only thing he would put into the girl would be the brand new device. The others? No matter how fastidiously clean he kept them they were still used in other girls and Debbie deserved better.

Henry was tempted while looking at the gold plastic dildo and the jar of lube to use it in the one place he had been in many times, and although it had been a while he was certain he could take it.

"No," Henry told the empty room, but wondered whether the next time Debbie visited, after Henry introduced her to the vibrator whether she would be interested in seeing what it would be like to use one on him.

After all, she was not only a very good pupil, but Debbie was proving to be very receptive to anything he suggested. Next time he sighed, and as Henry put the items away he licked his lips and savored the many flavors of the teen which would linger in his mouth and on his face for the rest of the day.

***

Thank you for reading.



Peach Fuzz: Henry Goes To Church



This is the sixth installment of the continuing adventures of Henry Wilcox, the 67 year old man who just moved into the neighborhood, and Debbie Blair, the naive 18 year old girl down the block. Reading the previous episodes is probably necessary.

***

As the service went on and on and Henry Wilcox's 67 year old buttocks protested the hard bench they had been subjected to for almost an hour it was all the senior citizen could do but not jump up from the pew and run out the back door as fast as he could. 

The only thing that held him back - or had enticed him to attend the church in the first place - was the lovely lady sitting in front of him and just to his left. Surrounded by Mom and Dad, the young woman was the picture of innocence as she stared straight ahead at the long-winded preacher, wiggling in her seat occasionally and crunching up her nose.

Was her butt sore too, Henry wondered? Was it only the bench that caused that? Was her anus still hurting after the night before, the result of another of Debbie's nocturnal visits to his home?

This time Henry had been expecting the late night knock on the door and in fact he thought that she had come over because he willed her too. All evening he had been thinking about Debbie, trying to send a message down the road and across the street, and in fact if she had not come to see him he might have risked paying her a visit himself since he knew where her bedroom was now.

"I knew you would come," Henry managed to blurt out after he opened the door and the teen flew into his arms and smother him with kisses and hugs while reaching into his boxers and yanking savagely on his flaccid dick. 

She had to have it. That was what she said in so many words, and it was their afternoon play combined with a late night phone call to her grandfather-loving cousin Jennifer than finally had her running down the darkened road to his door.

"I knew I could never fall asleep feeling like this," Debbie insisted, and when the old man's hand was brought down between her thighs and he found the downy opening dripping wet he was a believer.

"I want to feel your dick in my ass so bad,' Debbie whimpered, no schoolgirl talk of his thingy or her bottom now with her in heat, and when Henry took her down the hall to his bedroom she only hesitated briefly before allowing him to bring her there for the first time.

Her pajamas flew off, her nubile body - still in the unfinished stage with her small breasts, tiny belly and full butt promising to become even more enticing as time went on - was bared in no time and her over-sized nipples that were already popped out showed how horny she was.

"Look at you," Henry said after turning on the little lamp next to the bed, and in the dim light Debbie suddenly seem to realize where she was and that tempered a little of her lust, although she kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"I like it when you do that to yourself," Debbie said as she watched from a few feet away as Henry stepped out of his boxers and pulled on his rubbery cock.

"I like it more when you do it," Henry said, and then Debbie came to him and went to her knees on the carpet without being coaxed.

For a girl who had never done anything like this before the past week Debbie had proven to be a quick learner and was now able to go down on almost the entire stiff 6" with her hands squeezing his bony butt hard enough to bruise.

"Oh Debbie honey," Henry moaned as her slurping sounds filled the room, and he felt her body jump when after he brought his hands down to her shoulders Henry let his fingers slide under her arms to stroke the moist patches of peach fuzz, resulting in her sucking harder and faster. "Henry knows what his Debbie likes."

"Too good," Henry said soon after, and then those fingers lifted Debbie up onto the edge of the bed.

Kneeling much less gracefully than Debbie had, Henry positioned her legs over his shoulders and spread her slightly pudgy thighs apart so he could observe her beauty before he ravaged it.

Debbie's pussy, the sparse golden hairs unable to hide the moist lips of her sex, was tempting and he wanted to stick his cock in it more than all of the dozens of young pussies he had savored over the years combined, but that wasn't what Debbie wanted.

She wanted his cock in her ass, not his thingy in her bottom, and as he leaned Debbie back and looked at the impossibly tiny pink ring he let his tongue slide over the ridges while the girl squirmed in the bedding.

Henry's long tongue first caressed and then penetrated the balloon knot, and as he did his hand groped into the drawer of the night table, finding the lubricant and then deftly opening it to slather on a copious amount on his still stiff dick before poking a greased finger into her.

It was time, and although he could have eaten the girl's ass out all night he knew that the more he waited the more guilty he would feel. He struggled to his feet, and there was an awkward moment when he had to position Debbie onto all fours with her knees on the edge of the bed and line her up right.

Henry pulled his foreskin back and put more lube on the cone tip before bringing it to the opening. He was starting to lose his erection and it wasn't because of desire. He pushed the tip of his glans into the ring while squeezing the base of his cock hard.

"Please Henry - don't tease me," Debbie said to the bedding her face was in. "And if I cry don't you dare stop or I'll hate you forever!"

"Tell me honey," a frustrated Henry said and he tried to get as hard as possible. "Tell me what you want."

"Put your cock in my ass Henry - please! I want to feel your big dick in my... owww!!"

Once the tip of the head popped in, Henry pushed forward and the vice-like oven his cock was now in made him as hard as a rock once again, and the howls that came from the no-longer virgin did nothing to harm that.

The girl sounded like a seal as Henry thrust into the girl with short and brisk movements, and as he put more of his cock in with each thrust Debbie yelped louder and louder.

The girl's fists clutched at the sheets while Henry held onto her fleshy hips and pounded into her, all of his cock impaling her as their skin slapped together.

"You like it honey?" Henry said as he leaned forward, and while her reply was garbled it was affirmative.

"Yeah!" Henry cackled as he began pulling his cock completely out of the tight anus and then sliding it back in, causing Debbie's seal-like noises to become more like she was getting the wind knocked out of her with his impaling.

The old man watched the head of his pale vein-riddled manhood slide in and out of Debbie's orifice, the pink ring reddening and getting more stretched with every passing minute, and as he felt his orgasm near he heard the girl gasping

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Debbie yelped as the old man kept thrusting despite the protestations his back was making, and when he heard that Henry leaned over Debbie and asked her if she wanted him to stop.

"No - want to feel your baby batter shoot in me," Debbie gasped as the senior citizen wrapped his arms around the girl and let his hands slide all over the front of her sweaty body, plucking her nipples and sliding his fingers through her drenched fuzzy armpits.

"Here it comes honey - can't hold it anymore," Henry moaned as he pulled himself almost all the way out, and after the first jet of his seed spurted into Debbie he let his cock push all the way back in to let the rest of his semen coat the girl's bowels while Debbie groaned and collapsed onto the bedding with Henry soon following.

"You okay honey?" Henry asked as he climbed off of Debbie.

"Yeah - am I bleeding?" she asked. "Feels like it."

"No honey," Henry said as he wiped his oozing sap from around her bottom, the red ring angry looking but undamaged. "You're fine. Was it good for you?"

"Yes Henry," Debbie gushed as she spun around and put her arms around his neck and smothered him with kisses. "It hurt but it hurt good too, and when I felt you shoot it felt so neat. I want to do it again."

"Maybe some other time," Henry said as he fell back at look at the ceiling. "I'm dead."

"I think I want you to - you know? Put your thingy in my..."

"In your pussy?" Henry said after Debbie couldn't get the word out and then she nodded.

"Yeah. Jennifer says it's even better that way, and being a virgin is boring. I think I'm the only one in school." 

"Well, we'll see," Henry said, and as he looked at the angel who hovered above him he suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

He had only taken a couple of virgins in his life, and with the way the young ladies were so promiscuous these days they were a rare commodity.

"Your first should be someone special," Henry told her.

"You are special," Debbie declared and then made a face at the clock. "Gotta get up in a few hours and go to church."

"Say a prayer for me," Henry had said before walking Debbie back across the street, but after seeing Debbie get into the family car just down the road that next morning he changed his mind about attending and the result was him filing out of the pew along with the Blair family as the service mercifully ended.

Debbie's mother, after introducing their new neighbor Henry Wilcox to her husband, invited the senior citizen over for a brunch at their house that afternoon.

"Nothing fancy mind you, but afterwards we all get together and pray for awhile," Mrs. Blair said. "Kind of like affirming the lessons we've absorbed here. We even sing a little bit. Debbie does a beautiful a cappella version of Amazing Grace."

"I'm sure the young lady has a lovely voice and I thank you for the offer, but maybe another time," Henry said. "I'm still unpacking."

"It's an open invitation. You drop by any time," Mrs. Blair assured the old man, and as they left the church Debbie's mother scolded her.

"You're walking like an old lady Debbie!" Mrs. Blair said.

"My butt hurts," Debbie said, giving Henry a subtle glance.

"I know the feeling," Henry chimed in before bidding the Blair family farewell. "Those benches don't have much give."

"Amen," Debbie said as she stifled a giggle and repeated, "Amen".

"Oh! By the way Debbie," Mrs. Blair said excitedly as something occurred to her as they all walked to the parking lot. "Guess who called while you were getting ready before? Your grandfather!"

"Grandpa?" Debbie said, putting a smile on her face while giving her senior friend a panicked glance.

"Yes honey. It seems that he has to come into town the end of next week to amend some retirement papers and he thought he would spend the weekend with us," Mrs. Blair gushed. "Grandma's not coming with him though."

"Oh," Debbie said.

"I thought you'd be excited honey," Mrs. Blair said when she saw her daughter's muted reaction. "He hasn't seen you in a while and he sounded very anxious to see how much you've grown since then."

***

Thank you for reading.



Peach Fuzz: Henry Grooms Debbie



This eighth installment of this story finds 18 year old Debbie Blair sneaking over to her neighbor's house to let her 67 year old boyfriend groom her.

***

Monday was not a great day for Henry Wilcox, as the senior citizen woke up with an aching back courtesy of him acting like a teenager the night before, climbing out of his young neighbor's bedroom as if he was the 18 year old in this relationship.

Debbie called Henry that night from her bed, a mattress that the old man had gotten to experience himself, and when he told Debbie about his back woes she got rather upset and seemed to feel guilty but Henry brushed it off.

"I'll be fine in a day or two," the senior assured the teen, who seemed incredibly eager to shed her virginity.

"Can I still come over later tonight Henry? Will you be able to shave me?"

"Absolutely," Henry said, warming to the idea of the task of shaving the peach fuzz under Debbie's arms.

"My legs too," Debbie added. "Just the insides of the bottom of my calves."

"I think we can handle that."

"This is going to be exciting Henry. I love you touching me."

"The pleasure is all mine honey. You come over when you can sneak out, and please be careful," Henry reminded her, not wanting anything to happen to Debbie en route.

When Debbie arrived after dark she was clad in her pajamas and slippers, something she had done frequently of late, and while the old man feared for her safety and would often drive her back home the short distance, the thought that she was so eager to see him touched the senior citizen.

After Debbie showed him her usual affection upon seeing him, she whipped off her pajamas and stood naked before him, no longer shy about showing off her nubile form. 

"Ready?" Henry asked, and after she nodded he said, "I've got everything ready in the bedroom."

"This is so exciting," Debbie declared as she skipped down the hall, the dimples in her buttocks winking at the old timer along the way. "Plus I won't have to listen to Mom complain about me walking around hairy."

"Can't have that, although I have to admit it's strange that your mother looks under you arms."

"Oh yeah. She can't get over the fact that I'm not 8, I'm 18! She checks my nails to make sure they're clean and neat and I have to show her I brushed my teeth," Debbie explained as she jumped on the bed where Henry patted. "She can see my pits because the blouse I have to wear is sleeveless. I know she's weird."

"I'd say," Henry agreed as he shook the can of shaving gel and squirted some on his palm before rubbing into the down that grew on a small area of the insides of her calves.

"You said you did this before to girls?"

"Oh yes, several times," Henry recalled.

"Were they hairy like me?"

"No Debbie," Henry chuckled, recalled the one young Greek woman who was so hairy that he needed a second blade to finish her legs alone. "I don't know where you got the idea that you were hairy but you're easily the least furry 18 year old girl I've ever seen."

"I feel hairy though," Debbie said as she leaned up on her elbows and watched as the old man slid the sharp blade up and down her leg, making quick work of the fuzz, and as he lathered up the other calf she asked, "Do you want to shave my pussy too?"

"No honey," Henry said as he looked at the little spray of golden hair that sparsely surrounded her sex. "It's your body and you can do as you please, but I love you just the way your are. Makes you look more mature besides."

Henry set down the razor and ran his fingers through the silky growth, and when he felt dampness he stopped and asked, "Are you wet Debbie?"

"Can't help it. I get excited whenever you touch me," Debbie admitted. "Does your back still hurt?" 

"Some. Why?"

"I was hoping you would make love with me tonight like we planned," Debbie admitted. "My grandfather is going to be here any day now."

"I know."

"Jennifer told me that he wants to do me - and do me with you at the same time," Debbie said. "As long as you are my first I don't care."

"You can always tell him no," Henry suggested.

"You don't know my grandfather," Debbie said, and after Mr. Wilcox finished with the other leg she reached down and checked the work. "Wow! Super smooth. You do better than I do. Now my pits."

"Ah yes, those furry armpits of yours," Henry chuckled as Debbie put her hands behind her hand and watched the old man shake the can again.

"It'll sure save me time in the shower tomorrow morning," Debbie announced, and Henry nodded as he looked at the little patches of barely visible seedlings in the centers of her otherwise creamy underarms and wondered how he could stretch out what would only take a brief swipe of the razor.

"Ooh!" Debbie cooed as Henry rubbed the gel under her arm and the foam formed. "How come when you do things to me it feels so much better than if I do it?"

"I don't know honey," Henry said as he wiped the sweat off his brown with the back of his hand.

"You're getting excited too aren't you Henry?" Debbie asked. "Is your dick hard?"

"Yes," Henry gasped as he gently set the blade on her soft skin and swept it upward, and after spreading the rest of the gel inward, made a downward stroke before taking the damp washcloth and wiping the crater clean.

"How did you do Henry?" Debbie asked.

"I'll check honey," Henry said, and with that he leaned forward and bowed his head so that he tongue could retrace the area the razor had cleared.

"Omigod when you do that I get all shivery inside," Debbie squeaked.

"Me too Debbie - must do the other one now," Henry said as his now shaking hands tried to do the same to her other side, and while he managed to get it done perspiration was practically squirting out of his pores as he checked his worth.

"Does you back still hurt Henry?" Debbie asked, adding "Please say no."

"No,' Henry grunted, tossing the shaving equipment aside and reaching into the drawer for lube while Debbie leaned over and yanked his pajamas down so hard the snap tore off.

"I love you honey," Henry whimpered as he lathered up his slender prong before climbing on the bed and parting Debbie's thighs.

"I love you too Henry," Debbie cried as she felt his manhood push into her pussy like the toy had before, and it was so tight that Henry knew he wouldn't last so he just thrust as fast and hard as he could while looking at the headboard instead of the writhing little woman beneath him.

Debbie came quick, mercifully, and after she stopped yelping and squirming Henry groaned himself, pulling his cock out of her pussy just in time to spit his milky seed into the peach fuzz and onto her belly just to be sure.

"Oh Henry that was so good," Debbie chirped as she hugged the shaken old timer. "I'm an actual woman now, not just by the calendar either."

"We can do better," Henry wheezed. "I can do better."

"Wow, that's scary because that was awesome as it was." Debbie said.

As it turned it Henry was correct. The next night he made love to Debbie the way he had wanted to, not like an animal but like the experiences love maker he was, and they met the next night as well.

After they made love that night, with Debbie riding his cock like Annie Oakley on a bronco, the young woman gave him the news Henry Wilcox was dreading to hear.

"He's coming tomorrow," Debbie said coldly. "Grandpa."

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Peach Fuzz: Night Moves



This is the fourth installment of this story of a relationship between a senior citizen and his nubile neighbor girl. It would help to have read the previous Peach Fuzz stories to better understand this one.

PLEASE... read the story tags that indicate the topics this story entails, as it has elements of things many people may find offensive.

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Henry Wilcox hadn't been able to sleep very well as he got older, and there was also the fact that there was a girl on his mind most of the time now. A young lady who he was feeling very strongly about, unlike his many previous conquests whom he enjoyed and then moved on from just as they did him.

Debbie had made two visits to his house, and while she had never come in past the kitchen table he had faith that soon he would have her in bed, the very bed he was having trouble sleeping in when the senior citizen first heard the tapping sound.

Rolling out of bed, the old man waddled out to the side door where the tapping was coming from, and when he peeked out into the near darkness and saw the smiling face of Debbie he swung the door open.

"Honey! What are you doing out this late?" Henry said as he squinted at the clock. "It's past midnight."

"Couldn't sleep," Debbie responded, and Henry stepped aside to let the girl in. "After the other day - and that phone call - I've been tingly almost non stop."

"You'd catch your death of cold running around the streets like that," Henry said as he looked at Debbie who only wearing pink slippers and a long shirt with Krazy Kat on the front. "What if somebody saw you?"

"Didn't think of that," Debbie giggled. "I sneaked over carefully though, and it's real warm out. Aren't you happy to see me?"

"You know I am honey," Henry said. "This is the first time I've ever seen you in anything but your school uniform."

"You like this?" Debbie said as she pretended to model the shirt before grabbing the bottom and lifting it up to the slight swell of her little belly.

"Oh - you know I do," Henry said as his eyes devoured the sight of that delicate wisp of golden hair that grew around the opening of her sex.

"Can I have a kiss then?" Debbie asked, and after Henry opened his arms wide Debbie practically jumped onto him, her lips wet and her tongue eager.

"Oh you kiss so good Henry!" Debbie gushed after their lips separated. "I like what you wear to bed too."

"It's just boxer - huh!" Henry grunted when he felt Debbie's hand reach inside his shorts to grab his flaccid cock. "What the - boy you've changed a lot."

"Your fault," Debbie said as her sweaty palm squeezed the rubbery hose. "You did it. Can I suck your thingy again?"

"Honey, what if your folks wake up and find you gone from your bedroom? They would go crazy," Henry told her.

"They will never know. I climbed out the window," Debbie explained.

"And you can climb right back in honey," Henry said, not wanting to make her parents are crazy as he would have been if he even found his own kid's bedroom empty back then. "I'll walk you back over."

"Oh fudge!" Debbie whined. "You're as bad as my Mom and Dad."

"You said you were coming over tomorrow - I mean later today, right?" Henry reminded the girl.

"Yeah but..."

"No buts," Henry said, and after grabbing his robe escorted the girl out, staying in the shadows while making their way down the street and as they walked Henry felt Debbie grab his hand.

"You are my boyfriend after all," Debbie declared as their arms swung in unison, and after they got down near the darkened Blair house the girl led the old man over to the side of the place her bedroom was on.

"This is my room," Debbie said as they stood outside the window, and when Henry asked what that purple light was in the otherwise fairly dark room he was educated by the girl for once.

"It's a black light," Debbie explained. "See how cool it makes the posters look?"

"Give peace a chance," Henry whispered at he read the crazy writing on the poster, and when he looked at the little table with the mirror on it he said, "Nice room you have here honey. Is that where you put your make-up on?"

"Yeah. Can't use too much of it though because if I do Mom makes me wash it off. Want to climb in the window with me and see it all?"

"Don't think that's a good idea honey, and I'm not sure I could make it," Henry declared.

"See what I wrote on the mirror? It's in lipstick on the very top," Debbie asked, and when Henry said he couldn't quite make it out she explained, "It's a heart and inside the heat it says HW & DB."

"Oh," Henry said. "That's me?"

"Yep, that's us," Debbie whispered. "That teddy bear on the back of the table is the one I had when I was a baby."

"Sweet," Henry said as he looked over the ledge behind the teen and despite himself he found his arms coming around her as he nuzzled into Debbie's neck while putting his hands under the long shirt and let them slide up.

"Ooh!" Debbie sighed as she leaned back into the old man, and as his weathered hands found her breasts and kneaded the soft orbs the girl reached back over her head and rubbed his fingers in his scalp. "I was hoping you would do that."

"I should go," Henry said but her plump nipples were swelling in his palms and he couldn't stop despite the danger.

"Just keep doing that for a while Henry," Debbie sighed. "I love the way you touch me. You make me feel like a woman. I just wish they were bigger."

"Nonsense, you're so beautiful," Henry whispered as he nibbled on her ear while continuing to play with her breasts. "I love your little titties and your big fat nipples."

Debbie giggled as she pushed her chest into his hands while pulling gently on Henry's thinning scalp, and then when Henry's hands slid over to her sides the girl giggled some more.

"Ssh!" Henry hissed softly as his thumbs rubbed the moist recesses of the teen's exposed armpits. "Just checking to see if you shaved the peach fuzz yet or not."

"No, I told you I wouldn't for a while," Debbie replied as she squirmed. "See that little pink thing on the dresser? That's the Lady Schick my Mom got me for my birthday a few years ago. I don't think she trusts me with razor blades on account of I'm a klutz."

Henry's hands kept sliding all over under the t-shirt while he kissed the teen's neck, and he was about to lose what little restraint he had when Debbie spoke.

"Henry, I don't want to go in but I gotta," she told him.

"Probably a good idea," Henry admitted and he wondered what in the world he would do if suddenly the girl's parents appeared from nowhere. "Getting chilly?"

"No, I gotta go to the bathroom," Debbie admitted. "Number one."

"Oh," Henry said, and he was about to help the girl into the window when he got an idea. "Hey, do you want to do something a little strange?"

"I really got to pee," Debbie said.

"I know," Henry said as he took his robe off and led Debbie around behind a big oak tree. "Let's go over here."

"I understand if you don't want to do this," Henry said as he sat down with his back to the tree after explaining what he wanted her to do. "I'm sure that this isn't something you know anything about."

"Uh - Jennifer pee-pees on Grandpa," she started to say, and Henry chuckled when he realized that the randy grandfather was way too much like himself. "Don't know if I can do that though."

"If you can't or really don't want to..."

"No, I'll try," Debbie whispered. "Everything else you have me do has been fun."

"I want you to bite on your night shirt so if you make noise it isn't loud," Henry explained while lifting the bottom of the shirt up. "I'm going to lick your sweet pussy and you can just lean forward into my face. You can even hug the tree, and then when you feel like you can't hold it back anymore..."

Henry grabbed Debbie's soft buttocks in his palms and drew her close until that cloud-like wisp of pubic hair was buffeting his cheeks, and then his tongue went to work, first swabbing the already moist lips of her womanhood and then lavishing love inside.

His tongue first teased her clitoris and then the licking intensified until he was treating it like a little punching bag. From above, Debbie was chewing on the shirt in her mouth, and while it was mostly inaudible he knew what she was trying to say just before his neck and chest were lightly misted. Seconds later her pee came out like a gusher, the warm fluid drenching his chest so hard that it was audible.

The torrent diminished to a trickle and when it stopped Henry went back to lapping at her salty sex. It wasn't long before Debbie was cumming, eventually collapsing onto the senior citizen when her legs gave out with the force of her orgasm.

"Oh man," Debbie giggled as she pulled herself off of Henry, and after helping the soggy senior to his feet she asked him how she did.

"You did great honey," Henry assured her. "I haven't done that in years - decades actually."

"Didn't think I could do it," Debbie related. "Couldn't hold it anymore especially when you tickled my sides a little. Do you want to do that to me Henry?"

"No honey," Henry said. "But you did make me very happy."

"Same here. Wow, that was really something the way it felt. Standing up I mean when I - you know?"

"When you came you mean?" Henry asked, and after she nodded he said. "Let's get you back inside your room and I'll go home and take a shower. Another shower I mean."

"Okay," Debbie giggled, and after the old man helped her inside Henry waved goodnight and retrieved his robe before checking to make sure nobody was out on the lightly traveled road.

"Like spring water," Henry said to himself as he made his way home in the slightly salty air that surrounded him, his mind racing when he thought about Debbie coming over in a matter of hours.

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Peach Fuzz: The Phone Rings



This is the third installment of this story which is the tale of a divorced senior citizen and the young lady who met when the girl was peddling merchandise of her private school's fundraiser. This new story was inspired by the incredible reaction that the earlier episodes got, both pro and con.

I think that reading the previous installments would be necessary to understand this part. For those readers offended by the earlier tales, I don't suppose you will be interested in this one either. For those readers who are able to enjoy fiction and don't read things into stories that aren't there, I hope you like this as well.

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"Everybody loves somebody sometime," crooned the two men, although only one of the men, Henry Wilcox, was in the living room as the theme song of The Dean Martin Show began.

Dean was surrounded by young women who seemed pleased to be scantily dressed and fawning over the singer, but while Henry was alone he was still reveling in the delightful afternoon he had experienced when the phone rang.

"Damn. If you're selling something,,," the old man muttered as he made his way to the phone, and after answering the call gruffly he softened when he heard the faint voice on the other end.

"Debbie?" Henry asked.

"Yeah," the girl giggled. "Sorry to bother you. I called information to get your number. Hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. Can you talk louder?"

"Don't think so. I'm in my room."

"Wait," Henry said as he stretched the cord around the wall so he could reach the TV to kill the volume. "That's better. You have a phone in your room?"

"Yeah. A pink princess phone I got for my 18th birthday," Debbie explained.

"That's because you are a little princess. Thank you for calling honey. I was thinking about you."

"Same here," Debbie said. "Was thinking about you and stuff we did and now I can't get to sleep."

"Oh. I know the feeling," Henry commiserated. 

"I talked to Jennifer before," Debbie said. "Told her about what we did. She thought it was neat. I told her if she ever comes to visit she could meet you."

"That would be nice," Henry sighed.

"I told her about getting to suck on your thingy - she thinks I'm goofy for calling it that."

"What does she call your grandfather's thingy?" Henry asked.

"She calls it his cock - sometimes she calls it the big brown monster," Debbie confided. "She says his thingy is really big. Bigger than the boys she's messed around with. She says that if she puts both hands around the bottom she can still see the head part."

"Oh my, that is large," Henry said as he reached into his pajamas and pulled out his rapidly stiffening member. "Much larger than mine I'm afraid. I'm very ordinary in that regard."

"I like yours just fine," Debbie responded. "I think yours is plenty big. Jennifer said the knob on Grandpa's hides under the hood like yours does, and she likes pulling the hood up and down. She says he likes it too. Is that something you like?"

"Yes honey," Henry said as he held the receiver between his shoulder and ear while he slowly stroked his erection. "As a matter of fact I'm doing it right now while we're talking."

"You are?" Debbie giggled. "That's funny. I'm playing with myself too. Have to be quiet because Mom and Dad are down the hall."

"What are you wearing honey?" Henry asked.

"Just a t-shirt. It's pretty long though. It has Krazy Kat on it. He's a cartoon character."

"I know. I bet you look cute as the dickens too," Henry guessed.

"I dunno about that. I took a shower before so I don't have to do it in the morning," Debbie said. "I shaved my legs too. I know they don't get real hairy but when you rubbed my calves this afternoon I think you could probably feel it."

"I could feel it, but it was so soft that it felt nice," Henry opined. "Sometimes when girls don't shave the stubble is really coarse but not you."

"I didn't shave under my arms though," Debbie said. "It seemed that you kinda liked the - what did you call it - peach fuzz? - and I like the way you rubbed it too. I even started doing it to myself without realizing it. Sitting at school with my elbows on the desk and all of a sudden my thumbs are under my arms stroking like you do."

"Are you doing that now honey?" Henry asked as his hand started to moved faster up and down his stiff tool.

"No, my hand is - somewhere else," Debbie admitted with a nervous giggle.

"Well, if you like my fingers stroking your underarms like that, maybe you'd like my tongue doing that too," Henry suggested, and after some rustling he said, "Debbie? You still there?"

"Hello?" Debbie gasped. "Sorry. Lost the phone there for a second."

"Did I gross you out honey?"

"No Henry, it's just that I never thought - gee - the next time I come over I'll have to make sure I use extra deodorant."

"No honey, don't do that. I love you just the way you are," Henry said. "Deodorant burns the tongue, and besides you're sweet enough as you are."

"What are you doing Henry?" Debbie asked. "Your voice sounds - funny."

"I'm masturbating honey," Henry admitted. "My fist is going up and down my cock. Thinking about you gets me so horny that I don't feel my age anymore. I can still taste your pussy too. I can't wait until I see you again."

"Same here," Debbie said. "This is so exciting having a boy feel like this about me and look at me like you do."

"Maybe a lot of fellows have but you didn't notice," Henry said, smiling at being called a boy. "Oh honey, you sucked my cock so good today. I wish it was your mouth going up and down instead of my hand."

"I tried my best," Debbie said, her voice coming out in bursts. "I'll do better next time though."

"I know you will," Henry said, his fist relentlessly stroking himself. "You're so sweet - can't - gonna! Ah!"

"Henry..." Debbie gasped, and then came a minute of silence with only breathing on each end that eventually slowed.

Henry Wilcox pulled on his deflating cock, trying to milk the last of his orgasm out, and while the orgasm lacked the intensity of the one earlier in the day, the fact that he could get it up twice in one day at his age made him a bit proud even though it was the girl at the other end responsible.

"Honey?"

"Here Henry," Debbie said.

"Did you?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't the same," Debbie said. "Nothing like today."

"Same here Debbie."

"I can't come over tomorrow after school," Debbie explained while Henry looked at the rope of semen on the back of his hand. "We go out for pizza on Friday nights."

"That's okay honey," Henry replied. "You have a life of your own. I'm grateful you share a little bit of it with me."

"Are you kidding? I was telling Jennifer about you and was going on and on and she said that it sounded like I was in love with you or something," Debbie related. "I told her that I just liked you a lot and I loved the way you made me feel. I think I can come over Saturday afternoon for a while if you're going to be around."

"Nowhere else for me to go," Henry said. "Especially if you might come over."

"Okay. Um... what are we going to do?"

"I don't know. Maybe you can help me hang some curtains," Henry said, and laughed after there was a moment of silence.

"I will if you want," Debbie said.

"No honey, I wouldn't waste a minute of time with you like that," Henry said. "I was thinking that we could hug a little, and then maybe kiss a little..."

"That kiss today? Wow! That made my toes curl up. You kiss so good."

"So do you honey."

"Then what will you do to me?"

"How about if I take your clothes off again?" Henry suggested. "You have such a sexy body that I want to nibble you all over."

"Ooh."

"Then I could start at your navel and kiss my way down. You know to where?"

"Yes."

"Where honey? Tell me where I'm going to go. Say the word. You know what the word is."

"My pussy?"

"Yes Debbie. I'm going to kiss right down to your pussy. The hair around your pussy is so soft, it's like a cloud against my cheeks," Henry explained. "Not really peach fuzz but more like down. Getting to look at you so up close and in the light today, I saw that you're furrier than I thought you were."

"Is that good?"

"All the same to me honey, but I'm going to do what I did today. You know what that's called?" Henry asked, playing the educator again. "It's called cunnilingus."

"Oh. This is like being in class but more fun," Debbie giggled. "That sounds dirty. You're making me tingly again. Is there a name for it when you don't stop licking there and keep going? Jennifer said that Grandpa does that to her sometimes."

"It's called analingus honey," Henry said. "Does Jennifer like it?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want me to do that to you next time you come over?"

"I think so," Debbie replied. "Jennifer said that Grandpa does that to her right before he - don't know if I should tell you this."

"He has anal sex with her?"

"She says you can't get pregnant like that," Debbie said. "Jennifer says she likes it but she says it really hurts too. Does it?"

"I wouldn't know honey."

"Didn't you ever do it?"

"Sure, but I was never on the receiving end so I couldn't really say," Henry explained. "The way you described your grandfather I suspect his equipment is a lot bigger than mine though, so that might have something to do with the pain."

"I like your thingy," Debbie said. "Think I better go to bed before I get all excited again."

"Okay honey. Good night."

Henry slowly rose from the chair and turned Dean Martin back up before going to the bathroom, and as he washed his hands he looked up in the mirror.

"Her cousin thinks Debbie's in love with you," he told his reflection and shook his head. "Puppy love."

"What's your excuse you senile bastard?" he asked the mirror before retiring, and while sleep didn't come easy Henry did drop off eventually.

Like there was an alarm clock waking him, Henry woke up around 6:30, and like he did every weekday after getting the coffee going he put on his robe and waited.

Like clockwork, Debbie came down the road to catch the bus on the corner, holding her books tightly to her chest and walking briskly. Unlike his usual custom, instead of peeking through the blinds Henry opened the inside door and looked at Debbie through the screen.

Debbie turned towards his house and when she saw Henry she smiled and gave a sneaky little wave while passing by. Henry returned the wave and his eyes followed Debbie until she got out of sight behind the trees.

"You didn't need the coffee," Henry mused as he talked to the steaming brew before sipping it, because Debbie had just provided enough of a lift to last all morning.

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